sir 'T is great misfortune that he should thus perish Val. It is indeed but Câ—llide he â—ust dye Cel. That were a cruelty when â—arâ— may curâ—â—imâ— Why doe you weep so sir he may recoverâ— Val. He may but with much dâ—ngerâ—â—y â—weet Cellidâ— You havâ— a powerfull tongue Cel. To doe you service Val. I will betray his griefe he loves a gentlewoman A friend of yours whose heart anothâ—r â—oldâ— He knowes it too yet such a sway blinde â—anâ—â—â— And his not daring to deliver it Have won upon him that they must undoe him Never so hopefull and so sweet a spirâ—â—â— Misfortune fell â—o 〈◊〉 onâ— Cel. Sure she 's hard 〈◊〉 That can looke on â—â—d not relent and deeply At such a miseryâ— she is not maâ—riedâ— Val. Not yeâ— Cel. No◠〈◊〉 iâ— Val. When she plâ—â—se Cel. And pray sir Do's he deserve her truely that she loves soâ— Val. His love may merit much his person little For there the match lyes mangled Cel. Is he your friend Val. He should be for he iâ— neere me Cel. Will not hâ— dyâ— then When th' other shall recoverâ— Val. Ye have 〈…〉 Cell Me thinks he should goe neere it if he love her If she love him Val. She do's and would doe equall Cel. 'T is A hard taske you put â—e yet for your sake I will speake to her all the art I have My best endâ—vors all hiâ—â—outh and pâ—â—â—onâ— His mind more full of â—â—autiâ— all his hopesâ— The memory of sâ—ch a sad exampleâ— Ill spoken of and never old the cursâ—â— Of loving maids and what may be â—lleag'd I le lay before herâ— what 's hâ—â—â—â—meâ—I am ready Val. But will you dâ—â—lâ— effectually Cell Most trulâ—â— Nay were it mâ— selfâ— at your entreatyâ— Vall. And could ye be so pittifull Cell So dutifull Because you urge iâ— siâ— Vall. It may 〈…〉 It is your selfâ— Câ—ll. It is in deed I know itâ— And now know how yâ— lovâ— meâ— Vall. O my dearesâ—â— Let but your goodnesse judge your own◠〈◊〉 pitiâ—â— Set but your eyes on his afflictions He is mine and so bâ—comes your charge but â—hinkâ— What ruine nature suffeâ—â— in this yoâ—ng manâ— What losse humanity and noble manhoodâ— Take to your better judgement my 〈◊〉 My age hung â—ull of impotence and 〈◊〉 My body budding now no more seere wiâ—tâ—r Hath seal'd thaâ— saâ— upâ—â—t the bâ—st and happiest I can but bâ— your infant you my nurseâ— And how unequall deerestâ— where his yeereâ—â— His sweetnesse and his ever spring of goodnesseâ— My fortunes growing in â—imâ— and my selfe tooâ— Which makes him all your old loâ—â—â— misconâ—eiâ—e not I say not this as weary of my bondageâ— Or ready to infringâ— my faith bear◠〈◊〉 Those eyes that I adore still those lampâ— that light me To all the joy I haveâ— Cel. You have â—aid enough siâ— And more then ere I thought that tongue could utter But ye are a 〈◊〉 â— a fâ—lsâ— mâ—â— toâ— Val. Deere Cellide Cel. And now to shew you that I am a woman Rob'd of her rest and fool'd out of her â—ondâ—esse The Gentleman shall live and if â—e love meâ— Ye shall be both my triumphâ—â— I â—â—ll to himâ— And as you carelesly fling off your fortuneâ— And now grow weary of my easie winningâ— So will I lose the name of Valentinâ— From henceâ—orth all his flatteriesâ— and beleeve it Since ye have so â—o slightly parted with affection And that affection you have nawn'd your faith forâ— From this houre no repentance voweâ— nor prayers Shall plâ—cke mâ— backe agenâ— what I shall doe Yet I will underâ—ake hiâ— cureâ— expect itâ— Shall minister no comfort no contâ—nt To either of ye but hourely more â—â—xationsâ— Val. Why let him dye then Câ—l. Noâ— so much I have loved To be commanded by you that even nowâ— Even in my hate I will obey your wishesâ— Val. What shall I doe Cel. Dye like a foole unsorrow'dâ— A bankrupt foolâ—â— that fliâ—gs away his treasure I must begin my cureâ— Val. And I my crossesâ— Exâ—â—â—t Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Franck sick Physitians and a Pothâ—eâ—â—y 1 Phis. CLap on the Cataplasme Fra. Good Gentlemen Good learned Gentlemen 2 And see those brotheâ— there Ready within this houre pray keep your armes in The ayre is raw and ministers much evill Fra. Pray leave me I beseech ye leave me gentlemen I have no other sicknesse but your presence Convey your Cataplaâ—mes to those that need ' â—m Your Vomitâ— and your Clystâ—rs 3 Pray be rul'd sir 1 Bring in the Lettice capâ— you must be shaved sir And then how suddenly weeâ—l make you sleep Fra. Till doomes-day what unnecessary nothingâ— Are these about a wounded minde 2 How doe ye Fra. What questions they propound tooâ— how do you sirâ— I am glad to â—eâ— you well 3 A great distemper it growes hotter still 1 Open your mouth I pray sir Fra. And can you tell me How old I am then there 's my hand pray shew me How many broken shinâ— within this two yeare Who would be thus â—n â—etters good master Doctor And you deâ—re Doctor and the third sweet Doctor And pretious master Apothecary I doe pray ye To give me leave to live a little longer Ye stand before me like my blacks 〈◊〉 'T is dangerousâ— For now his fancy turnes too Enter Cellide Cell By your leave Gentlemen And pray ye your leave a while too I have something Of secret to impart unto the patient 1 Withall our hearts 3 I mary such a Physicke May chance to find the humour be not long Lady For we must minister within this halfe houre Exit Plus Cell You shall not stay for me Fra. Would you were all rotten That ye might only intend one anothers itches Or would the Gentlemen with one consent Would drinke small Beere but seven yeare and abolish That wild fire of the bloud unsatiate wenching That your too Indies springâ— and fals might faile ye What torments these intruders into bodies Cell How do you worthy Sir Fra. Blesse me what beames Flew from these angell eyes O what a misery What a most studdied torment tis to me now To be an honest man dare ye sit by me Cell Yes and do more then that too comfort ye I see ye have need Fra. You are a faire Physitian You bring no bitternesse gilt ore to gull us No danger in your lookes yet there my death lyes Cell I would be sorry sir my charity And my good wishes for your health should merit So stubborne a construction will it please ye To taste a little of this Cordiall Enter Valentineâ— For this I thinke must cure ye Fra. Of which Lady Sure she has found my griefe why do you blush so Cell Do you not understand of thisâ— this Cordiall Val. Of my afflicted heart she is gon for ever Fra. What heaven ye have brought mâ— Ladâ— Cell Do not wonder For t is not impudence nor want of honour Makes me do this but love to save your life sir Your
life too excellent to loose in wishes Love virtuous love Fra. A vertuous blessing crowne ye O goodly sweet can there be so much charity So noble a compassion in that heart That 's filled up with anothers faire affections Can mercy drop from those eyes Can miracles be wrought upon a dead man When all the power ye have and perfect object Lyes in anothers light and his deserves it Cell Do not dispaire nor do not thinke to boldly I dare abuse my promise t' was your friends And so fast tyde I thought no time could ruine But so much has your danger and that spell The powerfull name of friend prevail'd above him To whom I ever owe obedience That here I am by his command to cure ye Nay more for ever by his full resignement And willingly I ratefie it Fra. Hold for heaven sake Must my friends misery make me a triumph Beare I that noble name to be a Traitor O vertuous goodnes keepe thy selfe untainted You have no power to yeeld nor he to render Nor I to take I am resolv'd to die first Val. Ha saist thou so nay then thou shalt not perish Fra. And though I love ye above the light shines on me Beyond the wealth of Kingdomes free content Sooner would snatch at such a blessing offer'd Then at my pardon'd life by the law forfeited Yet yet O noble beauty yet O paradise For you are all the wonder reveal'd of it Yet is a gratitude to be preserv'd A worthy gratitude to one most worthy The name and noblenes of friends Cell Pray tell me If I had never knowâ—e that gentleman Would you not willingly embrace my offâ—r Fra. Do you make a doubt Cell And can ye be unwilling He being old and impotâ—nt his aime too Levell'd at you for your good noâ— constrain'd But out of cure and councell alas consider Play but the woman with me and consider As he himselfe do's and I now dare see it Truly consider sir what misery Fra. For vertues sake take heed Cell What losse of youth What everlasting banishment from that Our yeares doe only covet to arive at Equall affections and shot together What living name can dead age leave behind him What art of memory but fruitlesse doâ—ting Fra. This cannot be Cell To you unlesse ye apply it With more and firmer faith and â—o digest it I speake but of things possible not done Nor like to be a posset cures your sicknesse And yet I know ye grieve this and howsoever The worthines of Friend may make ye stagger Which is a faire thing in ye yet my Paâ—ient My gentle Patiâ—nt I would â—ainâ— say more If you would understaâ—d Val. O cruell Womâ—n Cell Yet sure your sicknesse is not so forgetfull Nor you so willing to be lost Fra. Pray stay there Me thinks you arâ— noâ— faire nowâ— me thinkâ— more That modest vertuâ— men dâ—liâ—ered of you Sheweâ— bâ—t like shâ—dow to me thiâ— and fadâ—ng Val. Excellent Friend Fra. Yâ— have no share in goodnesseâ— Ye are belyde you are not Cellide The modest unaculate who are ye For I will know what devill to do mischiefe Vnto my vertuous Friend hath shifted shapeâ— With that unblemished bâ—auty Cell Do not rave Sir Nor let the violence of thoughts distract ye You shall enjoy me I am yours I pittyâ— By those faire eyes I do Fra. O double hearted O woman perfect woman what distraction Was meant to mankind when thâ—u was 't made a devill What an invyting hell invented tell me And if you yet remember what iâ— goodnesse Tell me by that and truth can one so cherish'd So sainted in the soule of him whose service Is almost turn'd to supperstition Whose every day endeavours and desires Offer themselves like incense on your altar Wose heart holds no intelligence but holy And most religious with his love whose life And let it ever be remembred Lady â—s drawne out only for your ends Val. O miracle Fra. Whose all and every part of man pray make me Like ready Pages wait upon yâ—ur pleasures Whose breath is but your bubble Can ye dare ye Must ye cast of this man though he were willing Though in a noblenes so croâ—â—e my danger His friendship durst confirme it without basenesse Without the staine of honour shall not people Say liberally hereafter ther 's the Lady That lost her Father Friend herselfe her faith too To â—awne upon a stranger for ought you know As faithlesse as your selfe in love as fruitlesse Val. Take her withall my heart thou art so honest That t is most nâ—cessary I be undone Cell With all my soule possesse her Exit Val. Till this minut. I scorn'd and hated ye and came to cosen ye Vtter'd those things might draw a wonder on me To make ye mad Fra. Good heaven what is this woman Cell Nor did your danger but in charity Move me a whit nor you appeare unto me More then a common object yet now truely Truely and nobly I doe love ye deerely And from this houre ye are the man I honour You are the man the excellence the honesty The onely friend and I am glad your sicknesâ—e Fell so most happily at this time on ye To make this truth the worlds Fra. Whether doe you drive me Cell Backe to your honesty make that good ever 'T is like a strong built Castle â—eated high That drawes on all ambitions still repaire it Still fortifie it there are thousand foes Besides the tyrant beauty will assâ—ile it Looke to your Centinâ—ls that watch it hourely Your eyes let them not wandâ—r Fra. Is this serious Cell Or do'â— she play still with me Keep your eares The two maine ports that may betray ye strongly From light beliefe first then from flattery Especially where woman beatâ— the parley The body of your â—trength your noble heart From ever yeelding â—o dishonest ends Rigd round about with vertue that no breachesâ— No subtle mynes may meet ye Fra. How like the Sun Labouring in his eclipse darke and prodigious She shew'd till now when having won her way How full of wonder he breakes out againe And shâ—ds his vertuous beameâ— excellent Angell For no lesse can that heavenly minde proclaime thee Honour of all thy sâ—xe lâ—â— it be â—awfull And like a pilgâ—im thus I kneele to beg it Not with prophâ—nâ— lips now nor burnt affectionâ— But reconcil'd to faith with holy wishâ—â— To kisse that virgin hâ—nd Cel. Take your desâ—â—e sir And in a nobler way for I dare trust ye No other fruit my love must ever yeeld yee I feare no more yet your most constant memory So much I am weddâ—d to that worthinesse Shall ever be my friend companion husband Farewell and fairely governe your affections Stand and deceive me not O noble yong man I love thee with my soule but dare not say itâ— Once more farewell and prosper Exit Fra. Goodneâ—â—e guidâ— tâ—â—e My wonder like to fearâ—full shapes in dreames Has wakened me out oâ— my fit oâ—
have a vomit for him Alice A purge first And iâ— he breath'd a veyne Val. No no no bleeding A Clyster will coole all Cell Be of good cheere Sir Alice He'â— loth to speake Cel. How hard he holds my hand Aunt Alice I doe not like that signe Val. Away to 's chamber Softly he 's full of paine be diligent With all the care ye have would I had â—cus'd him Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Dorothea and Thomas Dor. VVHy do you raile at me do I dwell in her To force her to do this or that your Letterâ— A wilde-fire on your Letter our sweet Letter You are so learned in your writs ye stand now As if ye had worried sheepe you must turne tippet And suddenly and truely and discreetly Put on the shape of order and humanity Or you must marry Malkyn the May Lady You must deere bâ—other doe you make me carrier Of your confound-mee's and your culverings Am I a seemely agent for your othes Who would have writ such a debosh'd Thom. Your patience May not a man profâ—sse his Love Dor. In blasphemies Rack a maids tender eares with dam's and divâ—ls Thom. Out out upon thee how would you have me write Begin with my love premised suâ—ely And by my truly Mistresse Dor. Take your owne course For I see all perswasion 's lost upon ye Humanitie all drownd from this howre fayrely Tho. I le wash my hands of all ye do farewell Sirâ— Thou art not mad Dor. No if I were deere brother I would keep you company get a new Mistresâ—e Som suburb Sant that â—ix pence and som others Will draw to parley carowse her health in Cans And candles ends and quarrell for her beauty Such a sweet hart must serve your turne your old love Releases ye of all your tyes disclaimes ye And utterly abjures your memory Till time has better mannag'd ye will ye comand me Tho. What bobd of all sides Dor. Any worthy service Vnto my father sir that I may tell him Even to his peace of heart and much rejoycing Ye are his true son Thom still will it please ye To beat some halfe a dozen of his servants presently That I may testifie you have brought the same faith Vnblemishd home ye carâ—ied out or if it like you There be two chambermaids within yong wenches Handsom and apt for exercise you have bin good sir And charitable though I say it Signiour To such poore orphans and now by th' way I think on 't Your yong reare Admirall I meane your last bastard Don Iohn ye had by Lady Blanch the Dairy Maid Is by an Academy of learned Gypsies Foreseeing some strange wonder in the infant Stolne from the Nurse and wanders with those Prophets There is plate in the parlour and good store sir When your wants shall supply it So most humbly First rendring my due service I take leave sir Exit Tho. Why Doll why Doll I say my letter â—ubd too And no accesse without I mend my manners All my designes in Limbo I will have her Yes I will have her though the divell rore I am resolv'd that if she live above ground I 'le not be bobd i' th nose with every bobtaâ—le I will be civill too now I thinke better Exceeding civill wondrous finely carried And yet be mad upon occasion And starke mad too and save my land my father I 'le have my will of him how ere my wench goes Exit Enter Sebastian and Launcelotâ— Seb. Sirha I say still you have spoild your Master leave your â—tiches I say thou hast spoild thy master Lan I say how sir Seb. Marry thou hast taught him like an arrant rascall First to reade perfectly which on my blessing I warn'd him from for I knew if he read once He was a lost man Secondly sir Launcelot Sir lowsie Launcelot ye have suffer'd him Against my power first then against my precept To keepe that simpâ—ing sort oâ— people company That sober men call civill marke ye that Sir Lan And 't please your worship Seb. It does not please my worship Nor shall not please my woâ—ship third and lastly Which iâ— the law were here I would hang thee for However I will lame thee like a villaine Thoâ— hast wrought him Cleane to forget what 't is to doâ— a mischiefe A handsome mischieâ—e such as thou knew'st I lov'd well My servants all are sound now my drink sowrd Not a horse pawnd nor plaid away no warrants Come for the breach of peace Men travell with their money and nothing meets 'em I was accurs'd to send thee thou wert ever Leaning to lazinesse and losse of spirit Thou slept'st still like a corke upon the water Your worship knowes I ever was accounted The most debosh'd and please you to remember Every day drunke too for your worships credit I broke the Butlers head too Seb. No base Palliard I doe remember yet that anslaight thou wast beaten And fledst before the Butler a blacke jacke Playing vpon thee furiously I saw it I saw thee scatter'd rogue behold thy Master Enter Thomas with a Booke Thom. What sweet content dwels here Lâ—. Put up your booke sir We are all undone else Seb. Tom when is the horse-race Tho. I know not sir Seb. You will be there Tho. Not I sir I have forgot those journeyes Seb. Spoild for ever The cocking holds at Dâ—rby and there will be Iacke Wild-oats and Will Purser Tho. I am sorry sir They should employ their time so â—lenderly Their understandings will beare better courses Seb. Yes I will marry agen but Monsieur Thomas What say ye to the gentleman that challenged ye Before he went and the fellow ye fell out with Thom. O good Sir Remember not those follies where I have wronged sir So much I have now learn'd to discern my selfe My meanes and my repentance shall make even Nor doe I thinke it any imputation To let the law pâ—rswade me Seb. Any woman I care not of what colour or complexion Any that can beare children rest ye merry Exit La. Ye have utterly undone cleane discharg'd me I am for the ragged regiment Thom. Eight languages And wither at an old mans words La. O pardon me I know him but too well eight score I take it Will not keepe me from beating if not killing I 'le give him leave to breake a leg and thank him You might have sav'd all this and sworn a little What had an oath or two bin or a head broke Though t' had been mine to have satisfied the old man Tho. I 'le breake it yet La. Now 't is too late I take it Will ye be drunk to night a lesse intreaty Has serv'd your turnâ— and save all yet not mad drunk For then ye are the divell yet the drunker The better for your father still your state is desperate And with a desperate cure ye must recover it Doe something doe siâ—â— doe some drunken thing Some mad thing or some any thing to help us Tho Goe for
a Fidler then the poore old Fidler That sayes his songs but first where lyes my Mistresse Did ye enquire out that La. I' th Lodge alone sir None but her owne attendâ—â—tâ— Tho. 'T is the happier Away then finde this Fidler and doe not misse me By nine â— clocke La. Viaâ—Exit Tho. My father's mad now And ten to one will disinherite me I 'le put him to his plunge and yet be merry What Rybabaldâ— Enter Hylas and Sam. Hyl. Don Thomasio De bene venew Tho. I doe embrace your body How do'st thou Sam. Sam. The same Sam still your friend sir Tho. And how is 't bouncing boyes Hyl. Thou art not alter'd They said thou wert all Monsieur Tho. O beleeve it I am much alter'd much another way The civil'st Gentleman in all your Country Doe not ye see me alter'd ye and nay Gentlemen A much converted man wher 's the best wine boyes Hyl. A sound Convertite Tho. What hast thou made up twenty yet Hyl. By 'r Lady I have giv'n a shrewd push at it for as I take it The last I fell in love with scor'd sixteene Tho. Look to your skin Rambaldo the sleeping Gyant Will rowze and rent thee piece-meale Sam. He nev'r perceives 'em Longer then looking on Tho. Thou never meanest then To marry any that thou lov'st Hyl. No surely Nor any wise man I thinke marriage Would you have me now begin to be prentize And learne to cobble other mens old boots Sam. Why you may take a Maid Hyl. Where can you tell me Or if 't were possible I might get a Maid To what use should I put her looke upon her Dandle her upon my knee and give her suger sops All the new gowns i' th parish will not please her If she be high bred for ther 's the sport she aymes at Nor all the feathers in the Fryarâ— Thom. Then take a widow A good stanch wench that titâ— Hyl. And begin a new order Live in a dead mans monument not I sir I 'le keep mine old road a true mendicant What pleasure this day yeelds me I never covet To lay up for the morrow and me thinks ever Another mans cooke dresses my dyet neatestâ— Thom. Thoâ— wast wont to love old women fat and flat nosed And thou wouldst say they kist like Flounders flat All the face over Hyl. I have had such damsels I must confesse Tho. Thou hast been a pretious rogue Sam. Onely his eyes and O my conscience They lye with half the kingdome Enter over the stage Physitians and others Tho. What 's the matter Whither goe all these men-menders these Physitians Whose dog lyes sicke o' th mulligrubs Sam. O the Gentleman The yong smug Signiour Master Valentine Brought out of travell with him as I heare Is falne sick o' th sudden desperate sicke And likely they goe thither Tho. Who yong Frank The onely temper'd spirit Scholler Souldier Courtier and all in one piece 't is not possible Enter Alice Sam. Ther 's one can better satisfie you Tho. Mistresse Alice I joy to see you Lady Alice Good Monsâ—eur Thomas You 'r welcome from your travell I am hasty A Gentleman lies sicke sir Tho. And how do'st thou I must know and I will know Alice Excellent well As well as may be thâ—nk ye Thom. I am glad on 't And prethee haâ—ke Alice I cannot stay Thom. A while Alice Sam. Never looke so narrowly the mark 's in her mouth still Hyl. I am looking at her legs prethee be quiet Alice I cannot stay Thom. O sweet Alice Hyl. A cleane instep And that I love a life I did not marke This woman halfe so well before how quicke And niâ—ble like a shadow there her leg shew'd By th' mas a neat one the colour of her stocking A much inviting colour Alice My good Monâ—ieur I have no time to talke now Hyl. Pretty breeches Finely becomming too Thom. By heaven Alice She will not I can assure you that and so Tho. But this word Alice I cannot nor I will notâ— good Lord Exit Hyl. Well you shall heare more from me Thom. Wee 'll goe visite 'T is charity besides I know she is there And under visitation I shall see hir Will ye along Hyl. By any meanes Thom. Be sure then I be a civill man I have â—port in hand boyâ—â— Shall make mirth for a marriage day Hyl. Away then Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter three Physitians with an Vrinall 1 Phis. A Plurisie I see it 2 I rather hold it For treinor cordiâ— 3 Doe you marke the Pheses 'T is a most pestilent contagious feaver A surfet a plaguy surfet he must bleed 1 By no meanes 3 I say bleed 1 I say 't is dangerous The person being spent so much before hand And nature drawne so low clyâ—ters coole clysters 2 Now with your favourâ— I should think a vomiâ— For take away the cause the effect must follow The stomack 's foule and fur'd the pot 's unflam'd yet 3 No no wee 'l rectifie that part by milde meaneâ— Nature so sunke must finde no violence Enter a Servant Sâ—r. Wilt please ye draw neere the weake gentleman Growes worse and worse still 1 Come we will attâ—nd him 2 He shall doe well my friend Ser. My masterâ— love â—â—r 1 Excellent well I warrant thee right and straight friend 3 Ther 's no doubt in him nonâ— at all nev'r fâ—â—tâ— him Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Valentine and Michael Mich. THat he is desperate siâ—k I do beleeve well And that without a spâ—edy cure it kils him But that it lyes within the helpe of physicke Now to restore his health or art to cure him Beleeve it you are coâ—ened cleane beside it I would tell ye the true cause too but 't would vexe ye Nay run ye mad Val. May all I have restorâ— him So deerely and so tenderly I love him I doe not know the cause why yea my liâ—e too Mich. Now I perceive ye so well set I 'le tell you Hei mihi quod nullis amor est medicabilis herbis Val. ' Twaâ— that I onely fear'd good friend go from me I finde my heart too full â—or further conference You are assur'd of this Mich. 'T will prove too certaine But beare it nobly sir youth hath his errors Val. I shall do and I thank yeâ— pray ye no wordâ— on't I doe not use to tâ—lkâ— sir Exit Val. Ye are welcome Is there no constancy in earthly things No happinesse in us but what must alter No life without the heavy load of fortuneâ— What miseries we are and to our selves Even then whâ—n full content seemes to â—it by usâ— What daily sores and sorrowes Enter Alice Alice O deere brother The Gentleman if evâ—r you will see him Alive as I think Enter Cellide Cel. O hâ—â—aintâ— for heaven sake For heaven sake sir Val. Goâ— comâ—ort him deere â—iâ—ter Exit Alicâ— And one word sweet with youâ— then we 'l go to him What think you of this Gentleman Cel. My pity thinks
Chappell Close by the Nunnery there you shall finde a night Priâ— Little sir Hugh and he can say the Matrimony Over without booke for we must have no company Nor light for feare my father know which must not yetâ— And then to morrow night Hyl. Nothing to night sweet Tho. No not a bit I am sent of businesse About my dowry sweet doe not you spoile all now 'T is of muh haste I can scarce stay the marriage Now if you love me get you gone Hyl. You 'l follow Tom. Within this houre my sweet chicke Hyl. Kisse Tho. A rope kisse ye Come come I stand o'thorneâ—â— Hyl. Me thinkes her mouth still Is monstrous rough but they have waies to mend it Farewell Tom. Farewell I 'le fit ye with a wife sir Seb. Come follow close I 'le see the end she aymes at And if he be a handsome fellow Laâ—â—câ—lot Fiat 't is done and all my state is setled Exeunt Scena Sexta Enter Abbesse Câ—llide and Nâ—â—s Ab. COme to your Mattinâ— Maids thâ—se early houres My gentle daughter will disturb a while Your faire eyes nurterd in ease Cel. No vertuous motherâ— T is for my holy health to purchase which They shall forget the childe of ease soft slumbers O my afflicted heart how thou art tortur'd And Love how like a tyrant thou raign'st in me Commanding and forbidding at one instant Why came I hither that desire to have Onely all liberty to make me happy Why didst thou bring that yong man home O Valentine That vertuous youth why didst thou speake his goodnesse In such a phrase as if all tongues all praises Were made for him O fond and ignorant Why didst thou foster my affection Till it grew up to know no other father And then betray it Ab. Can ye sing Cel. Yes Mother My sorrowes onely Ab. Be gone and to the Quire then Exeunt Musicke singing Scena septima Enter Michael and Servant and Francis Mich. HA'st thou inquir'd him out Ser. He 's not at home sir His sister thinks he 's gone to th' Nunnery Mich. Most likely I 'le away an houre hence sirha Come you aloâ—g with this yong gentleman Doe him all service and faire office Ser. Yes sir Exeunt Scena Octava Enter Hylas and Sam. Sam. VVHere hast thou been man Hyl. Is there nev'r a shop open I 'le give thee a paire of gloves Sam. Sam. What 's the matter Hyl. What do'st thou thinke Sam. Thou art not married Hyl. By th' masse but I am all to be married I am i' th order now Sam. Sam. To whom prethee I thought there was some such trick in 't you â—tole from mâ— But who for heaven sake Hyl. Ev'n the sweetest woman The rarest woman Samuel and the lustiest But wondrous honest honest as the ice boy Not a bit before hand for my life sirha And of a lusty kindred Sam. But who Hylas Hyl. The yong gentleman and I are like to be friends againe The fates will have it so Sam. Who Monsieur Thomas Hyl. All wrongs forgot Sam. O now I smell ye Hylas Do's he know of it Hyl. No ther 's the tricke I owe hiâ— â—Tis done boy we are fast faith my youth now Shall know I am aforehand for his qualitiesâ— Sam. Is there no tricke in 't Hyl. None but up and ride boy I have made her no joynture neither there I have paid himâ— Sam. She 's a brave wench Hyl. She shall be as I 'le use her And if she anger me all his abuses I 'le clap upon her Caslocke Sam. Take heed Hylasâ— Hyl. 'T is past that Sam come I must meet her presently And now shalt â—ee me a most gloâ—ious husband Exeunt Scena Nona Enter Dorothy Mary Valentine Dor. IN troth sir you never spoke to me Val. Can ye forget me Did not you promise all your helpe and cunning In my behalfe but for one houre to see her Did you not sweare it by this hand no strictnesse Nor rule this house holds shall by me be broken Dor. I saw ye not these two dayes Val. Doe not wrong me I met ye by my life just as you entred This gentle Ladies Lodge last night thus suited About eleven a clocke Dor. 'T is true I was there But that I saw or spoke to you Mar. I have found it Your brother Thomas Doll Dor. Pray sir be satisfi'd And wherein I can doe you good command me What a mad foole is this stay here a while sir Whilst we walke in and make your peace Exit Enter Abbesse Val. I thanke ye â—â—â—eake within Ab. Why what 's the matter there among these Maids Now benediâ—ite have ye got the breâ—ze there Give me my holly sprinckle Enter 2 Nun. 1 Nun O Madam ther 's a strange thing like a gentlewoman Like Mistresse Dorothy I think the fiend Crept in to th' Nunnery we know not which way Playes revell rowt among us Ab. Give me my holy water pot 1 Nun Here Madam Ab. Spirit of earth or ayre I do conjure thee squeake within Of water or of fire 1 Nun Harke Madam â—aâ—k Ab. Be thou ghost that canâ—ot restâ— or a shadow of the blest Be thou black or white or green be thou heard or to be seen Enter Thomas and Cellidâ— 2 Nun It comes it comes Cell What are ye speake speake gently And next what would ye with me Tom. Any thing you 'l let me Cell You are no woman certaine Tom. Nor you no Nun nor shall not be Cel. What make ye here Tom. I am a holy Fryer Ab. Is this the Sipirit Tho. Nothing but spirit Aunt Ab. Now out upon thee Tho. Peace or I'lâ— conjure too Aunt Ab. Why come you thus Tho. That 's all one her 's my purpose Out with this Nun she is too handsome for ye I 'le tell thee Aunt and I speake it with teares to thee If thou keptst her here as yet I hope thou art wiser Mark but the mischiefe followes Ab. She is a Votresse Tho. Let her be what she will she will undoe thee Let her but one houre oâ—t as I direct ye Or have among your Nâ—nâ— againe Abb. You have no project But faire and honest Tom. As thine eyes sweet Abbesse Abb. I will be ruld then Tom. Thus then and perswade her But do not iuggle with me if ye do Aunt Abb. I must be there my selfe Tom. Away and fit her Abb. Come daughter you must now be rull'd or never Cell I must obey your will Abb. That 's my good daughterâ— Exeunâ— Scena Decima Enter Dorothy and Mary Ma. VVHat a coyle has this Fellow kept i' th' Nunnery Sure he has run the Abbesse out of her wits Do. Out of the Nunnery I think for we can neither see her Nor the yong Cellide Mar. Pray heavens he be not teasing Dor. Nay you may thanke your selfe 't was your owne structures Enter Hylas and Sam. Sam. Why there 's the gentlewoman Hyl. Mas t is she indeed How smart the pretty theeâ—e lookes ' morrow
Mistresse Dor. Good morrow to you sir Sam. How strange she beares it Hyl. Maids must do so at first Dor. Would ye ought with us gentlemen Hyl. Yes marry would I A little with your Ladâ—ship Dor. Your will sir Hyl. Doll I would have ye presently prepare your selfe And those things you would have with yâ—u For my house is ready Dor. How sir Hyl. And this night not to faile you must come to me My Friends will all be there too For Trunks those things And houshold stuffe and clotheâ— you would have carried To morrow or the next day I le take order Onâ—ly What money you have bring away with ye And Iewels Dor. Iewels sir Hyl. I for adornement There 's a bed up to play the game in Dorothy And now come kisse me heartily Dor. Who are you Hyl. This Lady shal be welcome too Ma. To what sir Hyl. Your neighbour can resolve ye Dor. The man's foolish Sir you looke soberly who is this fellow And where 's hiâ— businesâ—e Sam. By heaven thou art abuâ—'d still Hyl. It may be so Come ye may speake now boldly There 's none but friends Wench Dâ—r. Came ye out of Bedlam Alas t is ill sir that ye suffer him To walke in th' open ayre thus â—'twâ—ll undoâ— hâ—m A pretty hansome gentleman great pitty Sam. Let me not live more if thou be'st not cozens Hyl. Are not you my Wife did not I marry you last night At Stâ—Michaels Chappell Dor. Did not I say he was mad Hyl. Are not you Mistresse Dorothy Thomas sister Mar. There he speakes sence but I le assure ye gentleman I think no Wife of yours at what hourâ— was it Hyl. â— ' pretious you 'll make me mad did not the Priest Sir Hugh that you appointed about twelve a clocke Tye our hands fast did not you sweare you lov'd me Did not I court ye comming from this gentlewomans Ma. Good sir goe sleepe for if I credit have She was in my armes then abed Sam. I told ye Hyl. Be not so confident Dor. By th' mas she must sirâ— For I le â—o husband here before I know him And so good morrow to ye Come let 's goe seeke'em Sam. I told ye what ye had done Hyl. Is the devill stirring Well goe with me for now I wil be married Exeunt Scena Vndecima Enter Michael Valentine and Alice Mich. I Havâ— brought him backe againe Val. You have don a friendship Worthy the love you beare me Mich. Would he had so too Val. O he 's a worthy yong man Mich. When al 's tryde I feare you 'l change your faithâ— bring in the gâ—ntleman Enter Francis and servant and Abbesse and Cellidâ— seâ—erally Val. My happy Mistresse too now Fortune helpe me And all you starres that governe chast desireâ— Shinne faire and lovely Abb. But one houre deere Daughter To heare your Guardian what he can deliver In Loves defence and his and â—hen your pleasure Cell Though much unwilling you have made me yeeld More for his sake I see how full of sorâ—ow Sweet catching sorrow he appeares O love That thou but knew'st to hâ—ale as well as hurt us Mich. Be ruâ—d by me I see her â—ye 〈…〉 him And what ye heaâ—d beleeve for 〈…〉 He neither dar'd noâ— must oppoâ—e my 〈…〉 And be you wife yong Lâ—dy and beleeve toâ— This man you love Sir Val. As I love my soule Sir Mich. This man you put into a free possâ—ssion Of what his wants could aske or your selfe render Val. And shall do still Mich. Nothing was bard his libertieâ— But this faire Maide that friendship first was broken And you and she abusâ—d next to my sorrow So faire a forme should hide so darke intentionâ— He hath himselfe confes'd my purpose being Only to stop his Iourney by that pollicy Of laying fellony to his charge to fright the Saylors Divers abuses done thefts often practis'd Moneys and Iewels too and those no â—rifles Cell O where have I bestrew'd my â—aith in neitherâ— Let 's in for ever now there is vertue Mich. Nay do not wonder at it he shall say it Are ye not guiltie thus Fra. Yes O my Fortune Mich. To give a proofe I speake not enviouâ—ly Looke here do you know these Iewelâ— Cell In good Mother Enter Thomas Dorothy and Mary then Sebastian and Lauâ—celot Val. These Iewels I have knowne Dor. You have made brave sport Tho. I le make more if I live Wench Nay doe not looke on me I care not for ye Lan Do you see now plaine that 's Mistris Dorothy And that 's his Mistris Seb. Peace let my joy worke easely Ha boy art there my boy mine owne boy Tom. boy Home Lance and strike a fresh peece of wine the townes ours Val. Sure I have knowne these Iewels Alice They are they certaine Val. Good heaven that they were Alice I le pawne my life on 't And this is he Come hither Mistris Dorothy And Mistris Mary who do's that face looke like And view my brother well Dor. In truth like him Ma. Vpon my troth exceeding like Mich. Beshrew me But much and maine resemblance both of face And liâ—eaments of body now heaven grant it Alice My brother'â— full of passion I 'le speake to him Now as you are a gentleman resolve me Where did you get these jewels Fra. Now I 'le tell ye Because blinde fortune yet may make me happy Of whom I had 'em I have never heard yet But from my infancy upon this arme I ever wore 'em Alice 'T is Francisco brother By heaven I ty'd 'em on a little more sir A little little more what parents have ye Fra. None That I know yet the more my stubborne fortune But as I heard a Merchant say that bred me Who to my more affliction di'de a poore man When I reach'd eighteen yeers Alice What said that Merchant Fra. He said an infant in the Geâ—oway Galleyes But from what place he never could direct me I was taken in a sea fight and from a Marriner Out of his manly pitty he redeem'd me He told me of a Nurse that waited on me But she poore soule he said was killed A letter too I had enclos'd within me To one Castructio a Venetian Merchant To bring me up the man when yeers allow'd me And want of friends compell'd I sought but found him Long dead before and all my hopeâ— gone with him The wars was my retreat then and my travell In which I found this gentlemans free bounty For which heaven recompenc'd him now ye have all Val. And all the worldlâ— bliâ—â—e that heaven can send me And all my prayers and thanks Alice Down o' your knees sir For now you have found a father and that father Thaâ—â—ill not venture ye againe in Gallyes Mich. 'T is true beleeve her sir and we all joy with ye Val. My best friend still my deerest now heaven blesse thee And make me worthy of this benefit Now my best Mistresse Cel. Now sir I come to ye Ab. No no let 's in wench Cel. Not for the world now Mother And thus sir all my service I pay to you And all my love to him Val. And may it prosper Take her Francisâ—o now no more yong Callidon And love her deerely for thy father do's so Fra. May all hate seek me else and thus I seale it Val. Nothing but mirth now friends Enter Hylas and Sam. Hyl. Nay I will finde him Sam. What doe all these here Tho. You are a trusty husband And a hot lover too Hyl. Nay then good morrow Now I perceive the knavery Sam. I still told ye Tho. Stay or I 'le make ye stay come hither sister Val. Why how now Mistresse Thomas Tho. Peace a little Thou would'st faine have a wife Hyl. Not I by no meanes Tho. Thou shalt have a wife a fruitfuâ—l wife for I finde That I shall never be able to bring thee children Hylas known son agen Seb. A notable brave boy Hyl. I am very well sir Tho. Thou shalt be better Hylas thou hast 7 hundred pound a yeer And thou shalt make her 3 hundred joynture Hyl. No Tho. Thou shalt boy and shalt bestow Two hundred pound in clothes looke on her A delicate lusty wench she has fifteen hundred And feasible strike hands or I 'le strike first Dor. You 'l let me like Mar. He 's a good handsome fellow Play not the foole Tho. Strike brother Hylas quickly Hyl. If you can love me well Dor. If you can please me Tho. Try that out soon I say my brother Hylas Sam. Take her and use her well she 's a brave gentle woman Hyl. You must allow me another Mistresse Dor. Then you must allow me another servant Hyl. Well let 's together then a lusty kindred Seb. I 'le give thee five hundred pound more for that word Ma. Now sir for you I to make the feast full Tho. No not a bit you are a vertuous Lady And love to live in contemplation Ma. Come foole I am friends now Tho. The foole shall not ride ye There lye my woman now my man againe And now for travell onâ—e more Seb. I 'le bar that first Ma. And I next Tho. Hold your selfe contented for I say I will travell And so long I will travell till I finde a father That I never knew and a wife that I never look'd for And a state without expectation So rest you merry gentlemen Ma. You shall not Vpon my faith I love you now extremely And now I 'le kisse ye Tho. This will not doe it Mistresâ—e Ma. Why when we are married we 'l doe more Seb. Ther 's all boy The keyes of all I have come let 's be merry For now I see thou art right Tho. Shall we to Church straight Val. Now presently and there with nuptiall The holy Priest shall make ye happy all Tho. Away then faire afore Exeunt FINIS