and esteeme myselfe more then happie that you will imploy me Exit Agrip. Watch him watch him for Gods sake if hee sigh not or looke not backe Cyp. He does both but what misterie lyes in this Agrip. Nay no misterie t is as plaine as Cupids forehead why this is as it should be And esteeme my selfe more then happie that you will imploy me my French prisoner is in loue ouer head and eares Cypr. Its wonder how he scapes drowning Gall. With whom thinke you Agrip. With his keeper for a good wager Ah how glad is he to obey And how proud am I to command in this Empire of affection Ouer him and such Spungy-liuerd youthes that lie soaking in loue I triumph more with mine eye then euer he did ouer a Souldier with his sword I st not a gallant victorie for me to subdue my Fathers enemy with a looke Prince of Cyprus you were best take heede how you encounter an English Lady Cypr. God blesse me from louing any of you if all bee so cruell Agrip. God blesse me from suffring you to loue me if you be not so formable Cyp. Wil you commaund me any seruice as you haue done Orleans Agrip. No other seruice but this that as Orleans you loue me for no other reason but that I may torment you Cypr. I wil conditionally that in all companie I may call you my tormenter Agr. You shall conditionally that you neuer beg for mercy Come my Lord of Galloway Gall. Come sweete Madam Exeunt Manet Cyprus Cypr. The Ruby-colourd portals of her speech Were closde by mercy but vpon her eye Attir'd in frownes sat murdring crueltie Enter Agrip. and listens Shee s angrie that I durst so high aspire O shee disdaines that any straungers brest Should be a Temple for her deitie Shee s full of beautie full of bitternes Till now I did not dally with loues fire And when I thought to try his flames indeede I burnt me euen to cinders O my starres Why from my natiue shore did your beames guide me To make me dote on her that doth deride me She kneeles he walkes musing Agri. Hold him in this mind sweete Cupid I coniure thee O what musick these hey-hoes make I was about to cast my litle litle selfe into a great loue trance for him fearing his hart had been flint but since I see t is pure virgin wax he shal melt his belly full for now I know how to temper him Exit Cypr. Neuer beg mercy yet be my tormenter I le spies her I hope shee heard me not doubtlesse shee did And now will she insult vpon my passions And vex my constant loue with mockeries Nay then I le be mine owne Physician And our face loue and make her thinke that I Mournd thus because I saw her standing by What newes my Lord of Cornewall Enter Cornewall Cornew. This faire Prince One of your Countrie-men is come to Court A lustie gallant braue in Cyprus I le With fiftie bard Horses prawncing at his heeles Backt by as many strong limbd Cypriots All whom he keepes in pay whose offred seruice Our king with Armes of gladnes hath embrac'd Cypr. Borne in the I le of Cyprus what 's his name Cornw. His seruants call him Fortunatus sonne Cypr. Rich Fortunatus sonne Is he ariu'd Enter Longauile Galloway and Chester with Iewels Longa. This he bestowed on me Chest. And this on me Gallow. And this bounteous hand inforc'd mee take Longa. I prize this Iewell at a hundred Markes Yet would he needes bestow this gift on me Cypr. My Lords whose hand hath beene thus prodigal Gallow. Your countrieman my Lord a Cypriot Longa. The gallant sure is all compact of gold To euery Lady hath he giuen rich Iewels And sent to euery seruant in the Court Twentie faire English Angels Cypr. This is rare Enter Lincolne Lincol. My Lords prepare your selues for reueling T is the kings pleasure that this day he spent In royall pastimes that this golden Lord For so all that behold him christen him May tast the pleasures of our English court Here comes the gallant shining like the Sunne Trumpets sound Enter Athelstane Andelocia Agripyne Orleans Ladies and other attendants Insultado a Spanish Lord Musicke sounds within Andel. For these your royall fauours done to me Being a poore straunger my best powres shall proue By Acts of worth the soundnes of my loue Athelst. Herein your loue shall best set out it selfe By staying with vs if our English I le Hold any obiect welcome to your eyes Doe but make choice and claime it as your prize The King and Cyprus conferre aside Ande. I thanke your grace would he durst kéepe his word I know what I would claime Tush man be bold Were shée a Saint shée may be wonne with gold Cypr. T is straunge I must confesse but in this pride His Father Fortunatus if he liue Consumes his life in Cyprus still he spends And still his Coffers with abundance swell But how he gets these riches none can tell The King and Agripyne conferre aside Athelst. Hold him in talke come hither Agripyne Cypr. But what intic'de young Andelociaes soule To wander hither Andel. That which did allure My soueraignes sonne the wonder of the place Agr. This curious heape of wonders which an Empresse Gaue him he gaue me and by Uenus hand The warlike Amorato néedes would sweare Hee left his countrie Cyprus for my loue Athelst. If by the soueraigne Magicke of thine eye Thou canst inchant his lookes to kéepe the circles Of thy faire chéekes be bold to trie thy charmes Féede him with hopes and find the royall veine That leades this Cypriot to his golden mine Here 's Musicke spent in vaine Lords fall to dauncing Cypr. My faire tormentor will you lend a hand Agrip. I le try this strangers cunning in a daunce Andel. My cunning is but small yet whoo 'le not proue To shame himselfe for such a Ladies loue Orle. These Cypriots are the diuels that torture me He courts her and shée smiles but I am borne To be her beauties slaue and her loues scorne And. I shall neuer haue the face to aske the question twice Agrip. What 's the reason Cowardlynes or pride Andel. Neither but t is the fashion of vs Cypriots both men and women to yéeld at first assault and we expect others should doe the like Agrip. It s a signe that either your women are very black are glad to be sped or your men very fond wil take no denial Andel. Indéede our Ladies are not so faire as you Agrip. But your men more ventrous at a breach then you or els they are all dastardly souldiers Andel. Hee that fightes vnder these swéete colours yet turnes coward let him bee shot to death with the terrible arrowes of faire Ladies eyes Athelst. Nay Insultado you must not denie vs Insultad. My Corocon es muy pesada my Anima muy atormentada No per los Cielos La piede de Espagnoll no haze
memorie Andel. And make dis fash be more faire and amiable and make dis eyes looke alwaies louely and make all de court countrie burne in desire to kisse di none swéete countenance Montr. Apples to make a Lady beautifull Madam that 's excellent Agrip. These Irishmen Some say are great dissemblers and I feare These two the badge of their owne countrie weare Andel. By my trat and by Saint Patrickes hand and as Créez saue me la t is no dissembler de Irish man now and den cut di countrie-mans throate but yet in fayt hee loue di countrie-man t is no dissembler dis féene Tamasco apple can make di swéete countenance but I can take no lesse but thrée crownes for one I weare out my naked legs and my footes and my tods and run hidder and didder to Tamasco for dem Shad. As Créez saue me la hee speakes true Péeps feene Agrip. I le trie what pawer lies in Damasco fruit Here are ten crownes for thrée So fare you well Montr. Lord Longauyle buy some Longa. I buy not I Hang them they are toyes come Madam let vs goe Exeunt Both Saint Patricke and Saint Peter and all de holy Angels looke vpon dat fash and make it faire Enter Montrosse softly Shad. Ha ha ha shée s sped I warrant Andel. Peace Shaddow buy any péepins buy Both Péeps féene féene Tamasco apples Montr. Came not Lord Longauyle to buy some fruit Andel. No fat master here came no Lords nor Ladies but di none swéete selfe Montr. T is well say nothing here 's six crownes for two You say the vertues are to make one strong Both Yes fat and make sweete countenance strong too Montr. T is excellent here farwell if these proue I le conquer men by strength women by loue Exit Enter Longauyle Both Ha ha ha why this is rare Shad. Peace master here comes another foole Both Péeps féene buy any péepes of Tamasco Longa. Did not the Lord Montrosse returne to you Both No fat swéete master no Lord did turne to vs Péepes féene Longa. I am glad of it here are nine crownes for thée What are the vertues besides making faire Andel. O t will make thée wondrous wise Shad. And dow shall bee no more a foole but swéete face and wise Longa. T is rare farwell I neuer yet durst wooe None loues me now I le trie what these can doe Exit Andel. Ha ha ha So this is admirable Shaddow here end my torments in Saint Patrickes Purgatorie but thine shall continue longer Shad. Did I not clap on a good false Irish face Andel. It became thée rarely Shad. Yet that 's lamentable that a false face should become any man Andel. Thou art a gull t is all the fashion now which fashion because wée le kéepe step thou abroad let not the world want fooles whilst thou art commensing thy knauerie there I le procéede Doctor Dodipoll here that done thou Shaddow and I will fat our selues to behold the transformation of these fooles goe flie Shad. I feare nothing but that whilst wee striue to make others fooles we shall weare the Coxcombes our selues Pips fine c. Exit Shaddow Enter Ampedo Andel. S'hart here 's my brother whome I haue abuzde His presence makes me blush it strikes me dead To thinke how I am metamorphosed Féene paepins of Tamasco c. Amp. For shame cast off this Maske Andel. Whilt thou buy any pips Amp. Mocke me no longer With idle apparitions many a land Haue I with wearie féete and a sicke soule Measurd to find thée and when thou art found My greatest griefe is that thou art not lost Yet lost thou art thy fame thy welth are lost Thy wits are lost and thou hast in their stead With shame and cares and misery crownd thy head That Shaddow that pursues thée fild mine eares With sad relation of thy wretchednesse Where is the purse and where my wishing Hat Andel. Where and where are you created Constable you stand so much vpon Intergatories the purse is gone let that fret you and the Hat is gone let that mad you I runne thus through all trades to ouer-take them if you le bee quiet follow me and helpe if not flie from me and hang your selfe wilt thou buy any pippins Exit Amp. O how I grieue to sée him thus transformd Yet from the circles of my iealous eyes He shall not start till he haue re-possest Those vertuous Iewels which found once againe More cause they ne're shall giue me to complaine Their worth shall be consum'd in murdring flames And end my griefe his ryot and our shames Exit Enter Athelstane Agripyne Montrosse and Longauyle with hornes Lincolne and Cornwall Athelst. In spite of sorcerie trie once againe Trie once more in contempt of all dam'd spels Agrip. Your maiestie fights with no mortall power Shame and not conquest hangs vpon his strife O touch me not you adde but paine to paine The more you cut the more they grow againe Lincol. Is there no art to coniure downe this scorne I ne're knew Phisicke yet against the horne Enter Cyprus Athelst. Sée prince of Cyprus thy faire Agripyne Hath turne her beautie to deformitie Cypr. Then I defie thee Loue vaine hopes adew You haue mockt me long in scorne I le now mocke you I came to sée how the Lord Longauyle Was turnd into a monster and I find And obiect which both strikes me dumbe and blind To morrow should haue béene our marriage morne But now my bride is shame thy bridegrome scorne O tell mee yet is there no Art no charmes No desperate Physicke for this desperate wound Athelst. Al meanes are tride but no meanes can be found Cypr. Then England farwell haplesse maide thy stars Through spitefull influence set our hearts at warres I am infor'st to leaue thee and resigne My loue to griefe Enter Orleans and Galloway Agrip. All griefe to Agripyne Cypr. Adew I would say more had I a tongue Able to helpe his master mightie king I humbly take my leaue to Cyprus I My fathers Sonne must all such shame defie Exit Orle. So doth not Orleans I defie all those That loue not Agripyne and him defie That dares but loue her halfe so well as I O pardon me I haue in sorrowes Iayle Béene long tormented long this mangled bosome Hath bled and neuer durst expose her wounds Till now till now when at thy beautious feete I offer loue and life O cast an eye Of mercy on me this deformed face Cannot affright my soule from louing thée Agri. Talk not of loue good Orleans but of hate Orle. What sentence will my loue pronounce on me Gall. Will Orleans then be mad O gentle friend Orle. O gentle gentle friend I am not mad Hée s mad whose eyes on painted cheekes doe doate O Galloway such read beauties booke by roate Hee s mad that pines for want of a gay flowre Which saves when grief doth blast or sicknes lowre Which heate doth
THE Pleasant Comedie of Old Fortunatus As it was plaied before the Queenes Maiestie this Christmas by the Right Honourable the Earle of Nottingham Lord high Admirall of England his Seruants LONDON Printed by S. S. for William Aspley dwelling in Paules Church-yard at the signe of the Tygers head 1600 The Prologue at Court Enter two old men 1 ARe you then trauelling to the temple of Eliza 2 Euen to her temple are my feeble limmes trauelling Some cal her Pandora some Gloriana some Cynthia some Delphaebe some Astraea all by seuerall names to expresse seuerall loues Yet all those names make but one celestiall body as all those loues meete to create but one soule 1 I am one of her owne countrie and we adore her by the name of Eliza 2 Blessed name happie countrie Your Eliza makes your land Elizium but what doe you offer 1 That which all true Subiects should when I was young an Armed hand now I am crooked an vpright heart But what offer you 2 That which all straungers doe two eyes strucke blinde with admiration Two lips proud to sound her glorie Two hands held vp full of prayers and praises What not that may expresse loue what not that may make her beloued 1 How long i st since you last beheld her 2 A iust yeere yet that yeere hath seemd to me but one day because her glorie hath beene my howrely contemplation and yet that yeere hath seemd to me more then twice seuen yeres because so long I haue beene absent from her Come therefore good father le ts goe faster least we come too late for see the Tapers of the night are already lighted and stand brightly burning in their starrie Candlestickes See howe gloriouslly the Moone shines vpon vs Both kneele 1 Peace foole tremble and kneele The Moone saist thou Our eyes are dazled by Elizaes beames See if at least thou dare see where shee sits This is the great Panthaeon of our Goddesse And all those faces which thine eyes thought starres Are Nymphes attending on her deitie Prithee begin for I want power to speake 2 No no speake thou I want words to begin Weepes 1 Alacke what shall I doe com'st thou with me And weepst now thou beholdst this Maiestie 2 Great land-lady of hearts pardon me 1 Blame not mine eyes good father in these teares 2 My pure loue shines as thine doth in thy feares I weepe for ioy to see so many heads Of prudent Ladies clothed in the liuerie Of siluer-handed age for seruing you Whilst in your eyes youthes glory doth renue I weepe for ioy to see the Sunne looke old To see the Moone mad at her often change To see the Starres onely by night to shine Whilst you are still bright still one still diuine I weepe for ioy to see the world decay Yet see Eliza flourishing like May O pardon me your Pilgrim I haue measurd Many a mile to find you and haue brought Old Fortunatus and his family With other Cipnots my poore countrie men To pay a whole yeeres tribute O vouchsafe Dread Queene of Fayries with your gracious eyes T' accept theirs and our humble sacrifice 1 Now I le beg for thee too and yet I need not Her sacred hand hath euermore beene knowne As soone held out to straungers as her owne 2 Thou doest incourage me I le fetch them in They haue no princely gifts we are all poore Our offrings are true hearts who can wish more Exeunt OF Loues sweete war our timerous Muse doth sing And to the bosome of each gentle deare Offence her Artles tunes borne on the wing Of sacred Poesy A benumming feare That your nice soules cloyd with dilicious sounds Will loath her lowly notes makes her pull in Her fainting pineons and her spirit confounds Before the weake voice of her song begin Yet since within the circle of each eye Being like so many Suns in his round Sphere No wrinckle yet is seene shee le dare to flie Borne vp with hopes that as you oft do reare With your faire hands those who would els sinke down So some will deigne to smile where all might frown And for this smal Circumference must stand For the imagind Sur-face of much land Of many kingdomes and since many a mile Should here be measurd out our muse intreats Your thoughts to helpe poore Art and to allow That I may serue as Chorus to her scences She begs your pardon for shee le send me foorth Not when the lawes of Poesy doe call But as the storie needes your gracious eye Giues life to Fortunatus historie Exit THE COMEDIE OF Olde Fortunatus Enter Fortunatus meanely attired hee walkes ere he speake once or twice about cracking Nuts Fortunatus SD ho ho ho ho Eccho within Ho ho ho ho Fortun. There boy Eccho There boy Fort. And thou bee'st a goodfellow tel me how thou cal'st this wood Eccho This wood Fort. I this wood which is my best way out Eccho Best way out Fort. Ha ha ha that 's true my best way out is my best way out but how that out will come in by this Maggot I know not I see by this we are all wormes meate well I am very poore and verie patient Patience is a vertue would I were not vertuous that 's to say not poore but full of vice that 's to say ful of chinckes Ha ha so I am for I am so full of chinckes that a Horse with one eye may looke through and through me I haue sighed long and that makes me windie I haue fasted long and that makes me chast marie I haue praied little and that makes mee I still daunce in this coniuring circle I haue wandred long and that makes me wearie but for my wearinesse anon I le lie downe in steade of fasting I le féede vpon Nuts and in stead of sighing will laugh and bee leane Sirra Eccho Eccho Sirra Eccho Fortu. Here 's a Nut Eccho Here 's a Nut Fort. Cracke it Eccho Cracke it Fort. Hang thy selfe Eccho Hang thy selfe Fort. Th' art a knaue a knaue Eccho A knaue a knaue Fort. Ha ha ha ha Eccho Ha ha ha ha Fortunat. Why so two fooles laugh at one another I at my little tattle gammer eccho and shee at me Shortly there will créepe out in print some filthie booke of the olde hoarie wandring Knight meaning me would I were that booke for then I should be sure to créepe out from hence I should bee a good souldiour for I trauerse my ground rarely marrie I sée neither enemie nor friends but Popiniayes and Squirrels and Apes and Owles and Dawes and Wagtailes and the spite is that none of these grasse-eaters can speake my language but this foole that mockes me and sweares to haue the last word in spite of my téeth I and shee shall haue it because shee is a woman which kind of cattell are indéede all Eccho nothing but tongue and are like the great bell of S. Michaels in Cyprus that kéepes most rumbling when men
her selfe is said to veiw thy fall And grieues to sée thée glad to licke vp crommes At the proud féete of that great Scithian swaine Fortunes best minion warlike Tamberlaine Yet must thou in a cage of Iron be drawne In triumph at his héeles and there in griefe Dash out thy braines The third King Oh miserable me Fortune No teares can melt the heart of destinie These haue I rain'd and exalted those These hands haue conquerd Spaine these browes fill vp The golden circle of rich Portugall Uiriat a Monarch now but borne a shepherd This Primislaus a Bohemian king Last day a Carter this Monke Gregorie Now lifted to the Papall dignitie Wretches why gnaw you not your fingers off And teare your tongues out séeing your selues trod downe And this Duch-Botcher wearing Munsters crowne Iohn Leyden borne in Holland poore and base Now rich in Emperie and Fortunes grace As these I haue aduaunc'd so will I thee Six gifts I spend vpon mortalitie Wisedome strength health beautie long life and riches Out of my bountie one of these is thine Choose then which likes thée best Fortunat. Oh most diuine Giue me but leaue to borrow wonders eye To looke amaz'd at thy bright maiestie Wisedome strength health beautie long life and riches Fortune Before thy soule at this déepe Lotterie Draw foorth her prize ordain'd by destinie Know that here 's no recanting a first choice Choose then discréetly for the lawes of Fate Being grauen in stéele must stand inuiolate Fortunat. Daughters of Ioue and the vnblemisht night Most righteous Parce guide my Genius right Wisedome strength health beautie long life and riches Fortune Staie Fortunatus once more heare me speake If thou kisse wisedomes chéeke and make her thine Shée le breath into thy lips diuinitie And thou like Phebus shalt speake Oracle Thy heauen-inspired soule on wisedomes vvings Shall flie vp to the Parliament of Ioue And read the Statutes of eternitie And sée what 's past and learne what is to come If thou lay claime to strength Armies shall quake To see thée frowne as Kings at mine doe lie So shall thy féete trample on Emperie Make Health thine obiect thou shalt be strong proofe Gainst the deepe searching darts of surfetting Be euer merrie euer reuelling Wish but for beautie and within thine eyes Two naked Cupids amorously shall swim And on thy chéekes I le mixe such white and red That Ioue shall turne away young Ganimede And with immortall armes shall circle thée Are thy desires long life thy vitall thread Shal be stretcht out thou shalt behold the chaunge Of Monarchies and sée those children die Whose great great Graundsires now in cradles lie If through Golds sacred hunger thou dost pine Those gilded wantons which in swarmes doe runne To warme their slender bodies in the sunne Shall stand for number of those golden piles Which in rich pride shall swell before thy féete As those are so shall these be infinite Awaken then thy soules best faculties And gladly kisse this bounteous hand of Fate Which striues to blesse thy name of Fortunate The Kings Old man take héede her smiles wil murder thée Th' other Old man shée le crowne thée with felicitie Fort. Oh whither am I wrap't beyond my selfe More violent conflicts fight in e'rie thought Than his whose fatall choice Troyes downfall wrought Shall I contract my selfe to wisedomes loue Then I lose riches And a wiseman poore Is like a sacred booke that 's neuer read To himselfe he liues and to all els séemes dead This age thinks better of a gilded foole Then of a thréed bare Saint in wisedomes schoole I will be strong then I refuse long life And though mine arme should conquer twentie worlds There 's a leane fellow beates all conquerours The greatest strength expires with losse of breath The mightiest in one minute stoope to death Then take long life or Health should I doe so I might grow vgly and that tedious Scrole Of Months and yeeres much miserie may enrole Therefore I le beg for beautie yet I will not The fairest chéeke hath oftentimes a soule Leaprous as sinne it selfe then hell more foule The wisedome of this world is Idiotisme Strength a weake réede Health sicknesse enemie And it at length will haue the victorie Beautie is but a painting and long life Is a long iorney in December gon Tedious and full of tribulation Therefore dread sacred Empresse make me rich Kneele downe My choice is store of gold the rich are wise He that vpon his barke rich garments weares Is wise though on his head grow Midas eares Gold is the strength the sinnewes of the world The Health the soule the beautie most diuine A maske of Gold hides all deformities Gold is heauens phisicke lifes restoratiue Oh therefore make me rich Not as the wretch That onely serues leane banquets to his eye Has Gold yet starues is famisht in his store No let me euer spend be neuer poore Fortune Thy latest words confine thy destinie Thou shalt spend euer and be neuer poore For proofe receiue this purse with it this vertue Still when thou thrusts thy hand into the same Thou shalt draw foorth ten pieces of bright gold Currant in any Realme where then thou breathest If thou can'st dribble out the Sea by drops Then shalt thou want but that can nere be don Nor this grow emptie Fortunat. Thankes great deitie Fortune The vertue ends when thou and thy sonnes end This path leades thée to Cyprus get thée hence Farewel vaine couetous foole thou wilt repent That for the loue of drosse thou hast despised Wisedomes diuine embrace she would hane borne thée On the rich wings of immortalitie But now goe dwell with cares and quickly die The Kings We dwell with cares yet cannot quickly die Exeunt all singing manet Fortunatus Fortunat. But now goe dwell with cares and quickly die How quickly if I die to morrow I le be merrie to day if next day I le be merrie to morrow goe dwell with cares Where dwels care Hum ha in what house dwels care that I may choose an honester neighbor In princes courts No among faire Ladies neither there 's no care dwels with them but care how to be most gallant Among gallants thē Fie fie no care is afraid sure of a guilt Rapier the sent of Muske is her prison Tobacco choakes her rich attire presseth her to death Princes faire Ladies and gallants haue amongst you then for this weteide wench Care dwelles with wretches they are wretches that féele want I shall féele none if I be neuer poore therefore care I casheire you my companie I wonder what blinde Gossip this minx is that is so prodigall she should be a good one by her open dealing her name's Fortune It s no matter what she is so she does as she saies Thou shalt spend euer and bee neuer poore Masse yet I féele nothing here to make mee rich here 's no swéete Musicke with her siluer sound Trie déeper ho God be here Ha
purser you I you I st not a shame that a kings daughter a faire Lady a Lady not for Lords but for Monarches should for gold sell her loue and when shée has her owne asking and that there stands nothing betwéene then to cheate your swéete heart O fie fie a shée cony-catcher You must be dealt soundly with Agrip. Inioyne what paines thou wilt I le endure them so thou wilt send me to my fathers court Ande. Nay gods lid y' are not gon so set your heart at rest for I haue set vp my rest that except you can runne swifter then a Hart home you goe not what paines shall I lay vpon you Let me sée I could serue you now but a slipperie touch I could get a young King or two or three of you and then send you home and bid their grand-sire king nurse them I could pepper you but I will not Agrip. O doe not violate my chastitie Andel. No why I tell you I am not giuen to the flesh though I sauor in your nose a little of the diuell I could run away else and starue you here Agrip. If I must die doome me some easier death Andel. Or transforme you because you loue picking into a Squirell and make you picke out a poore liuing here among the Nut trees but I will not neither Agrip. What will my gentle Andelocia doe Andel. Oh now you come to your old byas of cogging Agrip. I pray thée Andelocia let me goe Send me to England and by heauen I sweare Thou from all kings on earth my loue shalt beare And. Shal I in faith Agrip. In faith in faith thou shalt Andel. Here god a mercie now thou shalt not goe Agrip. Oh God Andel. Nay doe you heare Lady crie not y' are best no nor curse me not if you thinke but a crabbed thought of me the spirit that caried you in mine armes through the ayre will tell me all therefore set your Sunday face vpon t Since you 'le loue me I le loue you I le marrie you and lie with you and beget little Iuglers marie home you get not England you 'le say is yours but Agripyne loue me and I will make the whole world thine Agrip. I care not for the world thou murdrest me Betwéene my sorrow and the scalding Sunne I faint and quickly will my life be done My mouth is like a Furnace and drie heate Drinks vp my bloud Oh God my heart will burst I die vnlesse some moysture quench my thirst Andel. S'hart now I am worse then ere I was before For halfe the world I would not haue her die Here 's neither spring nor ditch nor raine nor dew Nor bread nor drinke my louely Agripyne Be comforted sée here are Apple trées Agrip. Clime vp for Gods sake reach me some of them Andel. Looke vp which of these Apples likes thée best Agrip. This hath a withered face t is some swéete fruit Not that my sorrowes are too sowre already Andel. Come hither here are Apples like gold Agrip. O I for Gods sake gather some of these Ay me would God I were at home againe Climes vp Andel. Stand farder least I chance to fall on thée Oh here be rare Apples rare red-cheekt Apples that cry come kisse me Apples hold your peace I le teach you to cry Eates one Agrip. O England shal I ne're behold thée more Andel. Agripyna t is a most Sugred delicious tast in ones mouth but when t is downe t is as bitter as gall Agrip. Yet gather some of them Oh that a Princesse Should pine for foode were I at home againe I should disdaine to stand thus and complaine And. Here 's one Apple that growes highest Agripyna I could reach that I le come downe Hee stands fishing with his girdle for it Agrip. Make hast for the hot Sun doth scald my chéekes Andel. The sunne kisse thée hold catch put on my Hat I will haue yonder highest Apple though I die for 't Agrip. I had not wont be Sun-burnt wretched mée O England would I were againe in thée Exit He leapes downe And. Swounds Agripyna stay O I am vndone Swéete Agripyna if thou hearst my voice Take pittie of me and returne againe Shée flies like lightning O she heares me not I wish my selfe into a wildernesse And now I shall turne wilde here I shall famish Here die here cursing dye here rauing die And thus will wound my brest and rent mine hayre What hils of Flint are growne vpon my browes O me two forked hornes I am turn'd beast I haue abuzde two blessings welth and knowledge Wealth in my purse and knowledge in my Hat By which being borne into the Courts of kings I might haue séene the wondrous workes of Ioue Acquirde Experience Learning Wisedome Truth But I in wildernesse tottred out my youth And therefore must turne wild must be a beast An vgly beast my body hornes must beare Because my foule deformitie doth weare Liues none within this wood If none but I Liue here thankes heauen for here none els shal die He lies downe and sleepes vnder the tree Enter Fortune Vice Vertue the Priest Satyres with Musicke playing as they come in before Fortune They play awhile Fortune Sée where my new-turnd diuel has built his hel Vice Uertue who conquers now the foole is tane Vert. O sléepie sinne Musicke awhile and then cease Vice Swéete tunes wake him againe Fort. Uice sets too heauie on his drowzy soule Musicke swéete concord cannot pierce his eare Sing and amongst your Songs mix bitter scorne Vert. Those that teare Uertue must by Uice be torne The Song Uertue stand aside the foole is caught 1. Verse Laugh to sée him laugh alowd to wake him Follies nets are wide and neately wrought Mocke his hornes and laugh to sée Uice take him Quire Ha ha ha ha ha laugh laugh in scorne Andel. wakens stands vp Who 's that foole the foole he wears a horne Uertue stād aside mock him mock him mock him 2. Verse Laugh alowd to sée him call him foole Error gaue him sucke now sorrowes rocke him Send the riotous beast to madnes schoole Quire Ha ha ha ha ha laugh laugh in scorne Who 's the foole the foole he weares a horne Uertue stand aside your schoole hee hates 3. Verse Laugh alowd to sée him mocke mocke mock him Uanitie and hell kéepe open gates Hée s in and a newe nurse Despaire must rocke him Quire Ha ha ha ha ha laugh laugh in scorne Foole foole foole foole foole weare still the horne When they haue done singing Vice and Vertue hold Apples out to him Vice laughing Vertue grieuing Andel. O me what hell is this fiends tempt me not Thou glorious diuell hence Oh now I sée This fruit is thine thou hast deformed mée Ideot auoide thy gifts I loath to tast Away since I am entred madnes Schoole As good to be a beast as be a foole Away why tempt you me some powrefull grace Come and redéeme me