together Doct. Take her offer Woo. Yes marry will we Daugh. But you shall not hurt me Woo. I will not Sweet Daugh. If you do Love I 'll cry Florish Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter These us Hippolita Emilia Perithous and some Attendants T. Tuck Curtis Emil. I 'll no step further Per. Will you loose this sight Emil. I had rather see a Wren hawk at a Fly Than this decision ev'ry blow that falls Threats a brave life each stroke laments The place whereon it falls and sounds more like A Bell than Blade I will stay here It is enough my hearing shall be punish'd With what shall happen ' gainst the which there is No dealing but to hear not taint mine eye With dread sights it may shun Per. Sir my good Lord Your Sister will no further Thes Oh she must She shall see deeds of Honor in their kind Which sometime shew well pencill'd Nature now Shall make and act the Story the belief Both seal'd with eye and ear you must be present You are the victors meed the price and garland To crown the Questions Title Emil. Pardon me If I were there I 'd wink Thes You must be there This trial is as 't were i' th' night and you The only Star to shine Emil. I am extinct There is but envy in that light which shows The one the other darkness which ever was The dame of horror who does stand accurst Of many mortal Millions may even now By casting her black mantle over both That neither could find other get her self Some part of a good name and many a murther Set off whereto she 's guilty Hip. You must go Emil. In faith I will not Thâ—s Why the Knights must kindle Their valour at your eye know of this war You are the Treasure and must needs be by To give the Service pay Emil. Sir pardon me The Title of a Kingdom may be try'd Out of it self Thes Well well then at your pleasure Those that remain with you could wish their office To any of their enemies Hip. Farewel Sister I am like to know your Husband 'fore your self By some small start of time he whom the gods Doe of the two know best I pray them he Be made your Lot Enter Theseus Hippolita Perithous c. Emil. Arcite is gently visag'd yet his eye Is like an Engine bent or a sharp weapon In a soft sheath mercy and manly courage Are bedfellows in his visage Palamon Has a most menacing aspect his brow Is grav'd and seems to bury what it srowns on Yet sometimes 't is not so but alters to The quality of his thoughts long time his eye Will dwell upon his object Melancholly Becomes him nobly so does Arcite's mirth But Palamon's sadness is a kind of mirth So mingled as if mirth did make him sad And sadness merry those darker humors that Stick mis-becomingly on others on them Live in fair dwelling Cornets Trumpets sound as to a Charge Hark how your spurs to spirit doe incite The Princes to their proof Arcite may win me And yet may Palamon wound Arcite to The spoiling of his figure Oh what pity Enough for such a chance if I were by I might do hurt for they would glance their eies Toward my Seat and in that motion might Omit a Ward or forfeit an offence Which crav'd that very time it is much better Cornets A great cry and noise within crying a Palamon I am not there oh better never born Than minister to such harm what is the chance Enter Servant Ser. The cry's a Palamon Emil. Then he has won 't was ever likely He look'd all grace and success and he is Doubtless the prim'st of men I prethee run And tell me how it goes Shout and Cornets crying a Palamon Ser. Still Palamon Emil. Run and enquire poor Servant thou hast lost Upon my right side still I wore thy Picture Palamon's on the left why so I know not I had no end in 't else chance would have it so Another cry and shout within and Cornets On the sinister side the heart lies Palamon Had the best boding chance this burst of clamor Is sure th' end o' th' combat Enter Servant Ser. They said that Palamon had Arcites body Within an inch o' th' Pyramid that the cry Was general a Palamon but anon Th' Assistants made a brave redemption and The two bold Tytlers at this instant are Hand to hand at it Emil. Were they metamorphos'd Both into one oh why there were no woman Worth so compos'd a man their single share 〈…〉 The prejudice of disparity values shortness Cornets Cry within Arcite Arcite To any Lady breathing More exulting Palamon still Ser. Nay now the sound is Arcite Emil. I prethee lay attention to the Cry Cornets A great shout and cry Arcite victory Set both thine ears to th' business Ser. The cry is Arcite and victory hark Arcite victory The Combats consummation is proclaim'd By the wind Instruments Emil. Half sights saw That Arcite was no babe god's lyd his richness And costliness of spirit lookt through him it could No more be hid in him than fire in flax Than humble banks can go to law with waters That drift winds force to raging I did think Good Palamon would miscarry yet I knew not Why I did think so Our reasons are not prophets When oft our fancies are they are coming off Alas poor Palamon Cornets Enter Theseus Hippolita Perithous Arcite as Victor and Attendants c. Thes Lo where our Sister is in expectation Yet quaking and unsetled fairest Emilia The gods by their Divine arbitrament Have given you this Knight he is a good one As ever struck at head Give me your hands Receive you her you him be plighted with A love that grows as you decay Arcite Emily To buy you I have lost what 's dearest to me Save what is bought and yet I purchase cheaply As I do rate your value Thes Oh loved Sister He speaks now of as brave a Knight as e'er Did spur a noble Steed surely the gods Would have him die a batchelor lest his race Should show i' th' world too godlike his behaviour So charm'd me that methought Alcides was To him a Sow of Lead if I could praise Each part of him to th' all I have spoke your Arcite Did not lose by 't for he that was thus good Encountred yet his Better I have heard Two emulous Philomels beat the ear o' th' night With their contentious throats now on the higher Anon the other then again the first And by and by out-breasted that the sense Could not be judge between ' â—m so it far'd Good space between these kinsmen till heavens did Make hardly one the winner wear the Garland With joy that you have won for the subdu'd Give them our present Justice since I know Their lives but pinch 'em let it here be done The Scene 's not for our seeing goe we hence Right joyful with some sorrow Arm your prize I
not near the conscience Nothing concerns those tender parts they are trifles For as I think there was never man yet hop'd for Either constancie or secrecie from a woman Unless it were an Ass ordain'd for sufferance Nor to contract with such can be a Tial So let them know again for 't is a Justice And a main point of civil policie What e're we say or swear they being Reprobates Out of the state of faith we are clear of all sides And 't is a curious blindness to believe us Ori. You do not mean this sure Mir. Yes sure and certain And hold it positively as a Principle As ye are strange things and made of strange fires and fluxes So we are allow'd as strange wayes to obtain ye But not to hold we are all created Errant Ori. You told me other tales Mir. I not deny it I have tales of all sorts for all sorts of women And protestations likewise of all sizes As they have vanities to make us coxcombs If I obtain a good turn so it is I am thankfull for it if I be made an Ass The mends are in mine own hands or the Surgeons And there 's an end on 't Ori. Do not you love me then Mir. As I love others heartily I love thee When I am high and lusty I love thee cruelly After I have made a plenteous meal and satisfi'd My senses with all delicates come to me And thou shalt see how I love thee Ori. Will not you marry me Mir. No certain no for any thing I know yet I must not lose my liberty dear Lady And like a wanton slave cry for more shackles What should I marry for Do I want any thing Am I an inch the farther from my pleasure Why should I be at charge to keep a wife of mine own When other honest married men will ease me And thank me too and be beholding to me Thou thinkst I am mad for a Maiden-head thou art cozen'd Or if I were addicted to that diet Can you tell me where I should have one thou art eighteen now And if thou hast thy Maiden-head yet extant Sure 't is as big as Cods-head and those grave dishes I never love to deal withal Do'st thou see this book here Look over all these ranks all these are women Maids and pretenders to Maiden-heads these are my conquests All these I swore to marry as I swore to thee With the same reservation and most righteously Which I need not have done neither for alas they made no scruple And I enjoy'd 'em at my will and left 'em Some of 'em are married since and were as pure maids again Nay o' my conscience better than they were bred for The rest fine sober women Ori. Are ye not asham'd Sir Mir. No by my troth Sir there 's no shame belongs to it I hold it as commendable to be wealthy in pleasure As others do in rotten sheep and pasture Enter de Gard. Ori. Are all my hopes come to this is there no faith No troth nor modesty in men de Ga. How now Sister Why weeping thus did I not prophesie Come tell me why Ori. I am not well 'pray ye pardon me Exit de Ga. Now Monsieur Mirabel what ails my Sister You have been playing the wag with her Mir. As I take it She is crying for a cod-piece is she gone Lord what an Age is this I was calling for ye For as I live I thought she would have ravish'd me de Ga. Ye are merry Sir Mir. Thou know'st this book de Gard this Inventory de Ga. The debt-book of your Mistresses I remember it Mir. Why this was it that anger'd her she was stark mad She found not her name here and cry'd down-right Because I would not pity her immediately And put her in my list de Ga. Sure she had more modesty Mir. Their modesty is anger to be over done They 'l quarrel sooner for precedence here And take it in more dudgeon to be slighted Than they will in publique meetings 't is their natures And alas I have so many to dispatch yet And to provide my self for my affairs too That in good faith de Gard. Be not too glorious foolish Summe not your Travels up with vanities It ill becomes your expectation Temper your speech Sir whether your loose story Be true or false for you are so free I fear it Name not my Sister in 't I must not hear it Upon your danger name her not I hold her A Gentlewoman of those happy parts and carriage A good mans tongue may be right proud to speak her Mir. Your Sister Sir d' ye blench at that d' ye cavil Do you hold her such a piece she may not be play'd withal I have had an hundred handsomer and nobler Have su'd to me too for such a courtesie Your Sister comes i' th' rear since ye are so angry And hold your Sister such a strong Recusant I tell ye I may do it and it may be will too It may be have too there 's my free confession Work upon that now de Gard. If I thought ye had I would work And work such stubborn work should make your heart ake But I believe ye as I ever knew ye A glorious talker and a Legend maker Of idle tales and trifles a depraver Of your own truth their honours fly about ye And so I take my leave but with this caution Your sword be surer than your tongue you 'l smart else Mir. I laugh at thee so little I respect thee And I 'le talk louder and despise thy Sister Set up a Chamber-maid that shall out-shine her And carry her in my Coach too and that will kill her Go get thy Rents up go de Gard. Ye are a fine Gentleman Exit Mir. Now have at my two youths I 'le see how they do How they behave themselves and then I 'le study What wench shall love me next and when I 'le lose her Exit SCENE II. Enter Pinac and a Servant Pinac Art thou her servant saist thou Ser. Her poor creature But servant to her horse Sir Pinac Canst thou shew me The way to her chamber or where I may conveniently See her or come to talk to her Ser. That I can Sir But the question is whether I will or no. Pinac Why I 'le content thee Ser. Why I 'le content thee then now ye come to me Pi. There 's for your diligence Ser. There 's her chamber Sir And this way she comes out stand ye but here Sir You have her at your prospect or your pleasure Pi. Is she not very angry Ser. You 'l find that quickly May be she 'll call ye sawcy scurvey fellow Or some such familiar name ' may be she knows ye And will sling a Piss-pot at ye or a Pantofle According as ye are in acquaintance if she like ye ' May be she 'll look upon ye ' may be no And two moneths hence call for ye Pinac This is fine She is monstrous
And hazardous exploits full sixteen years Have led as hand-maids Fortune Victory Whom the Maltezi call my servitors Tempests I have subdued and fought them calm Out-lighten'd lightning in my Chivalry Rid tame as patience billows that kick'd heaven Whistl'd enraged Boreas till his gusts Were grown so gentle that he seem'd to sigh Because he could not show the ayr my keel And yet I cannot conquer her bright eyes Which though they blaze both comfort and invite Neither by force nor fraud pass through her ear Whose guard is only blushing Innocence To take the least possession of her heart Did I attempt her with a thred-bare name-unapt with meritorious actions She might with colour dis-allow my suit But by the honor of this Christian cross In blood of Infidels so often dy'd Which mine own Soul and Sword hath fixed here And neither favor nor births priviledge Oriana shall confess although she be Valettas Sister our Grand-master here The wages of scorn'd Love is baneful hate And if I rule not her I 'le rule her fate Rocca my trusty Servant welcome Enter Rocca Rocca Sir I wish my news deserv'd it hapless I That being lov'd and trusted fail to bring The loving answer that you do expect Mount Why speak'st thou from me thy pleas'd eyes send forth Beams brighter than the star that ushers day Thy smiles restore sick expectation Roc. I bring you Sir her smiles not mine Mount Her smiles Why they are presents for Kings eldest Sons Great Solyman that wearies his hot eyes But to peruse his deck'd Seraglio When from the number of his Concubines He chooseth one for that night in his pride Of them wives wealth is not so rich as I In this one smile from Oriana sent Roc. Sir fare ye well Mount Oh Rocca thou art wise And woul'st not have the torrent of my joy Ruine me headlong aptly thou conceiv'st If one reviving smile can raise me thus What trances will the sweet words which thou bring'st Cast me into I selt my dearest friend No more my Servant when I imployed thee That knew'st to look and speak as Lovers should And carry faithfully thy Masters sighs That it must work some heat in her cold heart And all my labors now come fraughted home With ten fold prize Roc. Will you yet hear me Mount Yes But take heed gentle Rocca that thou do'st Tenderly by degrees assault mine ears With her consent now to embrace my love For thou well know'st I have been so plung'd so torn With her resolv'd reject and neglect That to report her soft acceptance now Will stupifie sense in me if not kill Why shew'st thou this distemper Roc. Draw your sword And when I with my breath have blasted you Kill me with it I bring you smiles of pitty not affection For such she sent Mount Oh! can she pitty me Of all the paths lead to a womans love Pitties the streightest Roc. Waken Sir and know That her contempt if you can name it so Continues still she bids you throw your Pearl Into strong streams and hope to turn them so Ere her too foul dishonor writ your plaints In rocks of Coral grow'n above the Sea Them hope to soften to compassion Or change their modest blush to love sick pale Ere work her to your impious requests All your loose thoughts she chides you home again But with such calm behaviour and mild looks She gentlier denies than others grant For just as others love so doth she hate She says that by your order you are bound From marrying ever and much marvels then You would thus violate her and your own faith That being the virgin you should now protect Hitherto she professes she has conceal'd Your lustful Batteries but the next she vowes In open Hall before the honor'd cross And her great Brother she will quite disclose Calling for justice to your utter shame Mount Hence find the Blackamore that waits upon her Bring her unto me she doth love me yet And I must her now at least seem to do Cupid thy brands that glow thus in my veins I will with blood extinguish ar't not gone Shall my desires like beggars wait at dore Whil'st any others revel in her breast Sweat on my spirits know thou trickt up toy My love 's a violent flood where art thou faln Playing with which tide thou 'dst been gently toss'd But crossing it thou art or'whelm'd and lost Enter Astorius and Castriot Cast Monsieur good day Ast Good morrow valiant Knight What are you for this great solemnity This morn intended Mount What solemnity Ast The investing of the Martial Spaniard Peter Gomera with our Christian Badge Cast And young Miranda the Italian Both which with wondrous prowess and great luck Have dar'd and done for Malta such high feats That not one Fort in it but rings their names As loud as any mans Mount As any mans Why we have fought for Malta Ast Yes Mountferrat No bold Knight ever past you but we wear The dignity of Christians on our breasts And have a long time triumph'd for our conquests These conquer'd a long time not triumph'd yet Mount Astorius you are a most indulgent Knight Detracting from your self to add to others You know this title is the period To all our labors the extremity Of that tall pyramid where honer hangs Which we with sweat and agony have reach'd And should not then so easily impart So bright a wreath to every cheap desert Cast How is this French man chang'd Astorius Some sullen discontent possesses him That makes him envy what he heretofore Did most ingeniously but emulate Mount Oh furious desire how like a whirl-wind Thou hurriest me beyond mine honors point Out of my heart base lust or heart I vow Those flames that heat me thus I 'll burn thee in Ast Do ' ye observe him Mount What news of the Dane That valiant Captain Norandine Cast He fights still In view o th' Town he playes the devil with 'em And they the Turks with him Mount They 'r well met then 't were sin to sever 'em Pish woman Memory Would one of ye would leave me Ast Six fresh Gallies I in St. Angelo from the promontory This morne descride making a Girdle for him But our great Master doth intend relief This present meeting will you walk along Mount Humh I have read Ladies enjoy'd have been The gulphs of worthiest men buried their names Their former valor bounty beauty virtue And sent 'em stinking to untimely graves I that cannot enjoy by her disdain Am like to prove as wretched woman then Checking or granting is the grave of men Ast He 's saying of his prayers sure Cast Will you go Sir Mount I cry you mercy I am so transported Your pardon noble Brothers with a business That doth concern all Malta that I am Anon you 'l hear 't almost blind and deaf Lust neither sees nor hears ought but it self But I will follow instantly your cross Ast Not mine dropt Cast Nor mine 't is
give thy self So common and so idle so open vile So great a wronger of thy worth so low I cannot nor I must not credit thee Lon. Now by this light I am a whoremaster An open and an excellent whormaster And take a special glory that I am so I thank my Stars I am a whoremaster And such a one as dare be known and seen And pointed at to be a noble wencher Bew. Do not let all ears hear this hark he Sir I am my self a whoremaster I am Believe it Sir in private be it spoken I love a whore directly most men are wenchers And have profest the Science few men That look upon ye now but whoremasters Or have a full desire to be so Lon. This is noble Bew. It is without all question being private And held as needful as intelligence But being once discover'd blown abroad And known to common senses 't is no more Than geometrical rules in Carpenters That only know some measure of an Art But are not grounded be no more deceived I have a conscience to reclaim you Sir Mistake me not I do not bid you leave your whore Or less to love her forbid it I should be such a villain to my friend Or so unnatural 't was never harbor'd here Learn to be secret first then strike your Deer Lon. Your fair instructions Mousieur I shall learn Bew. And you shall have them I desire your care Lon. They are your servants Bew. You must not love Lon. How Sir Bew. I mean a Lady there 's danger She hath an Usher and a Waiting Gentlewoman A Page a Coach-man these are fee'd and fee'd And yet for all that will be prating Lon. So. Bew. You understand me Sir they will discover 't And there is a loss of credit Table-talk Will be the end of this or worse than that Will this be worthy of a Gentleman Long. Proceed good Sir Bew. Next leave your City Dame The best of that Tribe are most meerly coy Or most extreamly foolish both which vices Are no great stirrers up unless in Husbands That owe this Cattle fearing her that 's coy To be but seeming her that 's fool too forward Lon. This is the rarest fellow and the soundest I mean in knowledge that e'r wore a Codpiece H 'as found out that will pass all Italy All France and England to their shames I speak And to the griefs of all their Gentlemen The noble Theory of Luxury Bew. Your patience And I will lay before your eyes a course That I my self found out 't is excellent Easie and full of freedome Long. O good Sir You rack me till I know it Bew. This it is When your desire is up your blood well heated And apt for sweet encounter chuse the night And with the night your Wench the streets have store There seize upon her get her to your chamber Give her a cardecew 't is royal payment When ye are dull dismiss her no man knows Nor she her self who hath encountred her Lon. O but their faces Bew. Nere talke of faces The night allows her equal with a Dutchess Imagination doth all think her fair And great clapt in Velvet she is so Sir I have tryed those and do find it certain It never failes me 't is but twelve nights since My last experience Lon. O my meiching Varlet I 'll fit ye as I live 'T is excellent I 'll be your Scholar Sir Enter Lady and Servant Wife You are fairly welcome both troth Gentlemen You have been strangers I could chide you for 't And taxe ye with unkindness What 's the news The Town was never empty of some novelty Servant What 's your intelligence Ser. Faith nothing I have not heard of any worth relating Bew. Nor I sweet Lady Lon. Then give me attention Monsieur Shattillion 's mad Wife Mad Lon. Mad as May-butter And which is more mad for a Wench Lady 'T is strange and full of pity Lon. All that comes near him He thinks are come of purpose to betray him Being full of strange conceit the wench he loved Stood very near the Crown Lady Alass good Monsieur A' was a proper man and fair demean'd A person worthy of a better temper Lon. He is strong opinion'd that the Wench he lov'd Remains close prisoner by the Kings command Fearing her title when the poor grieved Gentlewoman Follows him much lamenting and much loving â—n hope to make him well he knows her not Nor any else that comes to visit him Lady Let 's walk in Gentlemen and there discourse His further miseries you shall stay dinner As truth you must obey Om. We are your servants Exeunt Enter Couzen. Cous There 's no good to be done no cure to be wrought Upon my desperate Kinsman I 'll to horse And leave him to the fools whip misery I shall recover twenty miles this night My horse stands ready I 'll away with speed Enter Shattillion Shat. Sir may I crave your name Cous Yes Sir you may My name is Cleremont Shat. 'T is well your faction What party knit you with Cous I Know no parties â—or no Factions Sir Shat. Then weare this Cross of white And where you see the like they are my friends Observe them well the time is dangerous Cous Sir keep your cross I 'll weare none sure this fellow Is much beside himself grown mad Shat. A word Sir You can pick nothing out of this this cross Is nothing but a cross a very cross Plain without spell or witchcraft search it You may suspect and well there 's poyson in 't Powder or wild-fire but 't is nothing so Cous I do believe you Sir 't is a plain cross Shat. Then do your worst I care not tell the King Let him know all this as I am sure he shall When you have spit your venome then will I Stand up a faithful and a loyal Subject And so God save His Grace this is no Treason Cous He is March mad farewell Monsieur Exit Couzen. Shat Farewel I shall be here attending 't is my life They aime at there 's no way to save it well Let 'em spread all their nets they shall not draw me Into any open Treason I can see And can beware I have my wits about me I thank heaven for 't Enter Love Love There he goes That was the fairest hope the French Court bred The worthiest and the sweetest temper'd spirit The truest and the valiantest the best of judgment Till most unhappy I sever'd those virtues And turn'd his wit wild with a coy denial Which heaven forgive me and be pleas'd O heaven To give again his senses that my love May strike off all my follies Shat. Lady Love I Sir Shat. Your will with me sweet Lady Love Sir I come Shat. From the dread fovereign King I know it Lady He is a gracious Prince long may he live Pertain you to his chamber Lov. No indeed Sir That place is not for women Do you know me Shat. Yes I do
now I see your Father's honors Trebling upon you and the many prayers The Countrey spent for him which almost now Begun to turn to curses turning back And falling like a mighty shower Upon ye Gent. Goe call my Wife Ja. But shall she not prevail And sway you as she oft hath done before Gent I will not hear her but raile on her Till I be ten miles off Ja. If you be forty 'T will not be worse Sir Gent. Call her up Ja. I will Sir Exit Gent. Why what an Ass was I that such a thing As a Wife is could rule me Know not I that woman was created for the man That her desires nay all her thoughts should be As his are is my sense restor'd at length Now she shall know that which she should desire She hath a husband that can govern her Enter Wife If her desires leads me against my will Are you come Wife What sad unwonted course Makes you raise me so soon that went to bed So late last-night Gent. O you shall goe to bed sooner hereafter And be rais'd again at thristy hours In Summer time wee 'l walk An hour after our Supper and to bed In Winter you shall have a set at Cards And set your Maids to work Wife What do you mean Gent. I will no more of your new tricks your honors Your Offices and all your large preferments Which still you beat into my ears hang o'er me I 'll leave behind for others the great sway Which I shall bear at Court my living here With countenance of your honoured friends I 'll be content to lose for you speak this Only that you may still continue here In wanton ease and draw me to consume In cloaths and other things idle for shew That which my Father got with honest thrift Wife Why who hath been with you Sir That you talk thus out of Frame Gent. You make a fool of me You provide one to bid me forth to supper And make me promise then must some one or other Invite you forth if you have born your self Loosely to any Gentleman in my sight At home you ask me how I like the carriage Whether it were not rarely for my good And open'd not a way to my preferment Come I perceive all talk not we 'll away Wife Why Sir you 'll stay till the next triumph Day be past Gent. I you have kept me here triumphing This seven years and I have ridden through the streets And bought embroyder'd hose and foot-cloths too To shew a subjects zeal I rode before In this most gorgeous habit and saluted All the acquaintance I could espie From any window these are wayes ye told me To raise me I see all make you ready straight And in that Gown which you came first to Town in Your safe-guard cloak and your hood sutable Thus on a double gelding shall you amble And my man Jaques shall be set before you Wife But will you goe Gent. I will Wife And shall I too Gent. And you shall too Wife But shall I by this light Gent. Why by this light you shall Wife Then by this light You have no care of your Estate and mine Have we been seven years venturing in a Ship And now upon return with a fair wind And a calm Sea full fraught with our own wishes Laden with wealth and honor to the brim And shall we flye away and not receive it Have we been tilling sowing labouring With pain and charge a long and tedious winter And when we see the corn above the ground Youthful as is the Morn and the full eare That promises to stuffe our spacious garners Shall we then let it rot and never reap it Gent. Wife talke no more your Rhetorick comes too late I am inflixible and how dare you Adventure to direct my course of life Was not the husband made to rule the Wife Wife 'T is true but where the man doth miss his way It is the Womans part to set him right So Fathers have a power to guide their Sons In all their courses yet you oft have seen Poor little children that have both their eyes Lead their blind Fathers Gen. She has a plaguy wit I say you 'r but a little piece of man Wife But such a piece as being tâ—ne away Man cannot last the fairest and tallest ship That ever sail'd is by a little piece of the same Wood steer'd right and turn'd about Gen. 'T is true she sayes her answers stand with reason Wife But Sir your Cozin put this in your head Who is an enemy to your preferment Because I should not take place of his wife Come by this kiss thou shalt not go sweet heart Gen. Come by this kiss I will go Sweet-heart On with your riding stuffe I kâ—ow your tricks And if preferment fall ere you â—e ready 'T is welcome else adieu the Ciâ—y life Wife Well Sir I will obey Gent. About it then Wife To please your humor I would dress my self In the most loathsome habit you could name Or travel any whether o're the World If you command me it shall ne'r be said The frailty of a woman whose weak mind Is often set on loose delights and shews Hath drawn her husband to consume his state In the vain hope of that which never fell Gen. About it then women are pleasant creatures When once a man begins to know himself Wife But hark you Sir because I will be sure You shall have no excuse no word to say In your defence hereafter when you see What honors were prepar'd for you and me Which you thus willingly have thrown away I tell you I did look for present honor This morning for you which I know had come But if they do not come ere I am ready Which I will be the sooner least they should When I am once set in a countrey life Not all the power of earth shall alter me Not all your prayers or threats shall make me speak The least words to my honorable friends To do you any grace Gent. I will not wish it Wife And never more hope to be honorable Gent. My hopes are lower Wife As I live you shall not You shall be so far from the name of noble That you shall never see a Lord again You shall not see a Maske or Barriers Or Tilting or a solemn Christning Or a great Marriage or new Fire-works Or any bravery but you shall live At home bespotted with your own lov'd durt In scurvy cloaths as you were wont to doe And to content you I will live so too Gen. T is all I wish make haste the day draws on It shall be my care to see your Stuffe packt up Wife It shall be my care to gull you you shall stay Ex. Gen. And more than so intreat me humbly too You shall have honors presently Maria. Enter Maria. Mar. Madam Wife Bring hither pen ink and paper Ma. 'T is here Wife Your Master will not stay Unless preferment come
kiss me being a child And say he lov'd me give me all his toys Bracelets Rings Sweet-meats all his Rosie-smiles â— then would stand and stare upon his eyes 〈◊〉 with his locks and swear I lov'd him too For sure methought he was a little Love 〈◊〉 woo'd so prettily in innocence 〈◊〉 then he warm'd my fancy for I felt 〈◊〉 â—â—mmering beam of Love kindle my bloud 〈◊〉 which time since hath made a flame and floud 〈◊〉 Oh gentle innocent methinks it talks 〈◊〉 a child still whose white simplicity Never arriv'd at sin Forgive me Lady I have destroy'd Gerrard and thee rebell'd Against Heavens Ordinance dis-pair'd two Doves Made 'em sit mourning slaughter'd Love and cleft The heart of all integrity This breast Was trusted with the secret of your vow By Gerrard and reveal'd it to your Father Viol. Hah Ferd. Read and curse me Viol. Neither I will never Nor Write nor Read again Ferd. My pennance be it Reads Your Labyrinth is found your Lust proclaim'd Viol. Lust Humh My Mother sure felt none when I was got Fer. I and the Law implacably offended Gerrard's imprison'd and to dye Viol. Oh Heaven Ferd. And you to suff ewith reproach and scoffs A publick execution I have sent you 〈◊〉 Antidote ' gainst shame poison by him You have most wrong'd give him your penitent tears Viol. Humh 't is not truth Ferd. Drink and farewel for ever And though thy whoredom blemish thy whole line Prevent the Hangmans stroke and die like mine Viol. Oh woe is me for Gerrard I have brought Confusion on the noblest Gentleman That ever truly lov'd But we shall meet Where our condemners shall not and enjoy A more refin'd affection than here No Law nor Father hinders marriage there Twixt souls Divinely assi'd as sure ours were There we will multiply and generate joyes Like fruitful Parents Luckless Ferdinand Where 's the good old Gentlewoman my Husbands Aunt Ferd. Thrust from youâ— Uncle to all poverty Viol. Alas the piry reach me Sir the cup I 'll say my prayers and take my Fathers Physick Ferd. Oh villain that I was I had forgot To spill the rest and am unable now To stir to hinder her Viol. What ail you Sir Ferd. Your Father is a monster I a villain This tongue has kill'd you pardon Violanto Oh pardon Gerrard and for sacrifice Accept my life to expiate my fault I have drunk up the poison Viol. Thou art not so Uncharitable a better fellow far Thou 'st left me halfe Sure death is now a-dry And calls for more bloud still to quench his thirst I pledge thee Ferdinand to Gerrards health Dear Gerrard poor Aunt and unfortunate friend Ay me that Love should breed true Lovers end Fer. Stay Madam stay help hoa for Heavens sake help Improvident man that good I did intend For satisfaction saving of her life My equal cruel Stars made me forget Enter Angelina with two Servants Ang. What spectacle of death assaults me oh Viol. M dearest Mother I am dead I leave Father and friends and life to follow Love Good Mother love my Child that did no ill Fie how men lie that say death is a pain Or has he chang'd his nature like soft sleep He seizes me Your blessing Last I crave That I may rest by Gerrard in his grave Ferd. There lay me too oh noble Mistriss I Have caus'd all this and therefore justly dye That key will open all Ang. Oh viperous Father For Heavens sake bear 'em in run for Physitians And Medicines quickly Heaven thou shalt not have Yet 't is too soon Alas I have no more And taking her away thou rob'st the poor Exeâ— Flourish Enter Duke States Randulpho Benvoglio Gerrard Executioner Guard Duke The Law as greedy as your red desire Benvoglio hath cast this man 'T is pity So many excellent parts are swallow'd up In one foul wave Is Violanta sent for Our Justice must not lop a branch and let The body grow still Ben. Sir she will be here Alive or dead I am sure Ger. How chearfully my countenance comments death That which makes men seem horrid I will wear Like to an Ornament Oh Violanta Might my life only satisfie the Law How jocundly my soul would enter Heaven Why shouldst thou dye thou wither'st in thy bud As I have seen a Rose e'er it was blown I do beseech your Grace the Statute may In this case made be read not that I hope T' extenuate my offence or penalty But to see whether it lay hold on her And since my death is more exemplary Than just this publick Reading will advise Caution to others Duke Read it Ran. Brother does not Your soul groan under this severity Statute read A Statute provided in case of unequal Matches Marriages against Parents consent stealing of Heirs Rapes Prostitutions and such like That if any person meanly descended or ignorant of his own Parentage which implies as much shall with a foul intent unlawfully sollicite the Daughter of any Peer of the Dukedom he shall for the same of fence forfeit his right hand but if he further prâ—stitute her to his Lust he shall first have his rigâ—â— hand cut off and then suffer death by the comâ—â—â— Executioner After whom the Lady so offendinâ— shall likewise the next day in the same manneâ— dye for tke Fact Ger. This Statute has more cruelty than sense I see no ray of Mercy Must the Lady Suffer death too suppose she were inforc'd By some confederates born away and ravish'd Is she not guiltless Duke Yes if it be prov'd Ger. This case is so I ravish'd Violanta State Who ever knew a Rape produce a child Ben. Pish these are idle Will your grace command The Executioner proceed Duke Your Office Ger. Farewell to thy inticing vanity Thou round gilt box that dost deceive man's eye The wise man knows when open thou art broke The treasure thou includ'st is dust and smoke Even thus I cast thee by My Lords the Law Is but the great mans mule he rides on it And tramples poorer men under his feet Yet when they come to knock at yon bright Gate Ones Rags shall enter 'fore the others State Peace to ye all here sirrah strike this hand Hath Violanta kiss'd a thousand times It smells sweet ever since this was the hand Plighted my faith to her do not think thou canst Cut that in sunder with my hand My Lord As free from speek as this arm is my heart Is of foul Lust and every vein glides here As full of truth Why does thy hand shake so 'T is mine must be cut off and that is firm For it was ever constant Enter Cornelia Cor. Hold your Sentence Unjustly is pronounced my Lord this blow Cuts your hand off for his is none of yours But Violanta's given in Holy marriage Before she was delivered consummated With the free Will of her Mother by her Confessor In Lord Benvoglio's house Ger. Alas good Aunt That helps us nothing else I had reveal'd
My cares were so much lighter and my grave A span yet from me Mar. I confess such fellows Be in all Royal Camps and have and must be To make the sin of Coward more detested In the mean souldier that with such a foil Sets off much valour By description I should now guess him to you it was Bessus I dare almost with confidence pronounce it Lyg 'T is such a scurvie name as Bessus and now I think 't is he Mar. Captain do you call him Believe me Sir you have a misery Too mighty for your age A pox upon him For that must be the end of all his service Your Daughter was not mad Sir Lyg No would she had been The fault had had more credit I would do something Mar. I would fain counsel you but to what I know not he 's so below a beating that the Women find him not worthy of their Dislaves and to hang him were to cast away a Rope he 's such an Airie thin unbodyed Coward that no revenge can catch him I 'le tell you Sir and tell you truth this Rascal fears neither God nor man he has been so beaten sufferance has made him Wainscot he has had since he was first a slave at least three hundred Daggers set in 's head as little boys do new Knives in hot meat there 's not a Rib in 's body o' my Conscience that has not been thrice broken with dry beating and now his sides look like two Wicker Targets every way bended Children will shortly take him for a Wall and set their Stone-bows in his forehead he is of so base a sense I cannot in a week imagine what shall be done to him Lyg Sure I have committed some great sin That this fellow should be made my Rod I would see him but I shall have no patience Mar. 'T is no great matter if you have not if a Laming of him or such a toy may do you pleasure Sir he has it for you and I 'le help you to him 't is no news to him to have a Leg broken or Shoulder out with being turn'd o'th'stones like a Tansie draw not your Sword if you love it for on my Conscience his head will break it we use him i' th' Wars like a Ram to shake a wall withal Here comes the very person of him do as you shall find your temper I must leave you but if you do not break him like a Bisket you are much to blame Sir Exit Mar. Enter Bessus and the Sword men Lyg Is your name Bessus Bes Men call me Captain Bessus Lyg Then Catain Bessus you are a rank rascall without more exordiums a durty frozen slave and with the favor of your friends here I will beat you 2 Sword Pray use your pleasure Sir You seem to be a Gentleman Lyg Thus Captain Bessus thus thus twing your nose thus kick thus tread you Bes I do beseech you yield your cause Sir quickly Lyg Indeed I should have told that first Bes I take it so 1 Sword Captain he should indeed he is mistaken Lyg Sir you shall have it quickly and more beating you have stoln away a Lady Captain coward and such an one beats him Bes Hold I beseech you hold Sir I never yet stole any living thing that had a tooth about it Lyg I know you dare lie Bes With none but Summer Whores upon my life Sir my means and manners never could attempt above a hedge or hay cock Lyg Sirra that quits not me where is this Lady do that you do not use to do tell truth or by my hand I 'le beat your Captains brains out wash'em and put 'em in again that will I. Bes There was a Lady Sir I must confess once in my charge the Prince Tigranes gave her to my guard for her safety how I us'd her she may her self report she 's with the Prince now I did but wait upon her like a groom which she will testife I am sure if not my brains are at your service when you please Sir and glad I have 'em for you Lyg This is most likely Sir I ask you pardon and am sorry I was so intemperate Bes Well I can ask no more you will think it strange not to have me beat you at first sight Lyg Indeed I would but I know your goodness can forget twenty beatings you must forgive me Bes Yes there 's my hand go where you will I shall think you a valiant fellow for all this Lyg My daughter is a Whore I feel it now too sensible yet I will see her discharge my self from being father to her and then back to my Country and there die farwell Captain Exit Lygo Bes Farwell Sir farwell commend me to the gentlewoman I pray 1 Sword How now Captain bear up man Bes Gentlemen o'th'sword your hands once more I have been kickt agen but the foolish fellow is penitent has askt me Mercy and my honour's safe 2 Sword We knew that or the foolish fellow had better have kickt his grandsir Bes Confirm confirm I pray 1 Sword There be our hands agen now let him come and say he was not sorry and he sleeps for it Bes Alas good ignorant old man let him go let him go these courses will undo him Exeunt clear Enter Lygones and Bacurius Bac. My Lord your authority is good and I am glad it is so for my consent would never hinder you from seeing your own King I am a Minister but not a governor of this State yonder is your King I 'le leave you Exit Enter Tigranes and Spaconia Lyg There he is indeed and with him my disloyal child Tigr. I do perceive my fault so much that yet me thinks thou shouldst not have forgiven me Lyg Health to your Majesty Tigr. What good Lygones welcome what business brought thee hither Lyg Several businesses My publick businesses will appear by this I have a message to deliver which if it please you so to authorize is an embassage from the Armenian State unto Arbaces for your liberty the offer 's there set down please you to read it Tigr. There is no alteration happened since I came thence Lyg None Sir all is as it was Tigr. And all our friends are well Lyg All very well Spa. Though I have done nothing but what was good I dare not see my Father it was fault enough not to acquaiâ—â— him with that good Lyg Madam I should have seen you Spa. O good Sir forgive me Lyg Forgive you why I am no kin to you am I Spa. Should it be measur'd by my mean deserts indeed you are not Lyg Thou couldest prate unhappily ere thou couldst go would thou couldst do as well and how does your custome hold out here Spa. Sir Lyg Are you in private still or how Spa. What do you mean Lyg Do you take mony are you come to sell sin yet perhaps I can help you to liberal Clients or has not the
Whilst the trim Minstrel strikes his merry note Priest God pardon sin show me the way that leads To any of their haunts Old Shep. This to the meads And that down to the woods Priest Then this for me Come Shepherd let me crave your companie Exeâ—â—t Enter Clorin in her Cabin Alexis with her Clor. Now your thoughts are almost pure And your wound begins to cure Strive to banish all that 's vain Lest it should break out again Alex. Eternal thanks to thee thou holy maid I find my former wandring thoughts well staid Through thy wise precepts and my outward pain By thy choice herbs is almost gone again Thy sexes vice and vertue are reveal'd At once for what one hurt another heal'd Clor. May thy grief more appease Relapses are the worst disease Take heed how you in thought offend So mind and body both will mend Enter Satyr with Amoret Amo. Beest thou the wildest creature of the wood That bearst me thus away drown'd in my blood And dying know I cannot injur'd be I am a maid let that name sight for me Satyr Fairest Virgin do not fear Me that do thy body bear Not to hurt but heal'd to be Men are ruder far than we See fair Goddess in the wood They have let out yet more blood Some savage man hath struck her breast So soft and white that no wild beast Durst ha' toucht asleep or wake So sweet that Adder Newte or Snake Would have lain from arm to arm On her bosom to be warm All a night and being hot Gone away and stung her not Quickly clap herbs to her breast A man sure is a kind of beast Clor. With spotless hand on spotless brest I put these herbs to give thee rest Which till it heal thee will abide If both be pure if not off slide See it falls off from the wound Shepherdess thou art not sound Full of lust Satyr Who would have thought it So fair a face Clor. Why that hath brought it Amo. For ought I know or think these words my last Yet Pan so help me as my thoughts are chast Clor. And so may Pan bless this my cure As all my thoughts are just and pure Some uncleanness nigh doth lurk That will not let my Medicines work Satyr search if thou canst find it Stayr Here away me thinks I wind it Stronger yet Oh here they be Here here in a hollow tree Two fond mortals have I found Clor. Bring them out they are unsound Enter Cloe and Daphnis Satyr By the fingers thus I wring ye To my Goddess thus I bring ye Strife is vain come gently in I scented them they 're full of sin Clor. Hold Satyr take this Glass Sprinkle over all the place Purge the Air from lustfull breath To save this Shepherdess from death And stand you still whilst I do dress Her wound for fear the pain encrease Sat. From this glass I throw a drop Of Crystal water on the top Of every grass on flowers a pair Send a fume and keep the air Pure and wholsom sweet and blest Till this Virgins wound be drest Clor. Satyr help to bring her in Sat. By Pan I think she hath no sin She is so light lye on these leaves Sleep that mortal sense deceives Crown thine Eyes and ease thy pain Maist thou soon be well again Clor. Satyr bring the Shepherd near Try him if his mind be clear Sat. Shepherd come Daph. My thoughts are pure Sat. The better trial to endure Clor. In this flame his finger thrust Which will burn him if he lust But if not away will turn As loth unspotted flesh to burn See it gives back let him go Farewel mortal keep thee so Sat. Stay fair Nymph flye not so fast We must try if you be chaste Here 's a hand that quakes for fear Sure she will not prove so clear Clor. Hold her finger to the flame That will yield her praise or shame Sat. To her doom she dares not stand But plucks away her tender hand And the Taper darting sends His hot beams at her fingers ends O thou art foul within and hast Aâ—â—nd if nothing else unchaste Alex. Is not that Cloe 't is my Love 't is she Câ—â— fair Clor. Clâ— My Alexis Alex. He. Clo. Let me embrace thee Clor. Take her hence Lest her sight disturb his sence Alex. Take not her take my life first Clor. See his wound again is burst Keep her near here in the Wood Till ha'stopt these Streams of Blood Soon again he ease shall find If I can but still his mind This Curtain thus I do display To keep the piercing air away Enter old Shepherd and Priest Priest Sure they are lost for ever 't is in vain To find 'em out with trouble and much pain That have a ripe desire and forward will To flye the Company of all but ill What shall be counsel'd now shall we retire Or constant follow still that first desire We had to find them Oâ—d Stay a little while For if the Morning mist do not beguile My sight with shadows sure I see a Swain One of this jolly Troop 's come back again Enter Thenot. Pri. Dost thou not blush young Shepherd to be known Thus without care leaving thy flocks alone And following what desire and present blood Shapes out before thy burning sense for good Having forgot what tongue hereafter may Tell to the World thy falling off and say Thou art regardless both of good and shame Spâ—â—ning at Vertue and a vertuous Name And like a glorious desperate man that buys A poyson of much price by which he dies Dost thou lay out for Lust whose only gain Is foul disease with present age and pain And then a Grave These be the fruits that grow In such hot Veins that only beat to know Where they may take most ease and grow ambitious Through their own wanton fire and pride delicious The. Right holy Sir I have not known this night What the smooth face of Mirth was or the sight Of any looseness musick joy and ease Have been to me as bitter drugs to please A Stomach lost with weakness not a game That I am skill'd at throughly nor a Dame Went her tongue smoother than the feet of Time Her beauty ever living like the Rime Our blessed Tityrus did sing of yore No were she more enticing than the store Of fruitful Summer when the loaden Tree Bids the faint Traveller be bold and free 'T were but to me like thunder ' gainst the bay Whose lightning may enclose but never stay Upon his charmed branches such am I Against the catching flames of Womans eye Priest Then wherefore hast thou wandred The. 'T was a Vow That drew me out last night which I have now Strictly perform'd and homewards go to give Fresh pasture to my Sheep that they may live Pri. 'T is good to hear ye Shepherd if the heart In this well sounding Musick bear his part Where have you left the rest The. I
me Clean. Command a silence there Mem. I love thee Lady Cal. I thank your Lordship heartily proceed Sir Lucip. Lord how it stuck in 's stomach like a surfeit Clean. It breaks apace now from him God be thanked What a fine spoken man he is Lucip. A choice one of singular variety in carriage Clean. Yes and I warrant you he knows his distance Mem. With all my heart I love thee Cal. A hearty Gentleman And I were e'en an arrant beast my Lord But I lov'd you again Mem. Good Lady kiss me Clean. I marry Mars there thou cam'st close up to her Cal. Kiss you at first my Lord 't is no fair fashion Our lips are like Rose buds blown with mens breaths They lose both sap and savour there 's my hand Sir Eumen. Fie fie my Lord this is too rude Mem. Unhand me Consume me if I hurt her good sweet Lady Let me but look upon thee Cal. Doe Mem. Yet Cal. Well Sir Take your full view Lucip. Bless your eyes Sir Cal. Mercy Is this the man they talkt of for a Souldier So absolute an Excellent O the Gods If I were given to that vanitie Of making sport with men for ignorance What a most precious subject had I purchas'd Speak for him Gentlemen some one that knows What the man ails and can speak sense Clean. Sure Madam This fellow has been a rare Hare finder See how his eyes are set Cal. Some one goe with me I 'le send him something for his head poor Gentleman He 's troubled with the staggers Lucip. Keep him dark He will run Maâ—ch mad else the sumes of Battels Ascend into his brains Clean. Clap to his feet An old Dâ—um head to draw the thunder downward Cal Look to him Gentlemen farewel Lord I am sorry We cannot kiss at this time but believe it We 'l find an houâ— for all God keep my Children From being such sweet Souldiers Softly wenches Lest we disturb his dream Exeunt Calis and Ladies Eumen. Why this is Monstrous 1 Capt. A strange forgetfulness yet still he holds it 2 Capt. Though he ne're law a woman of great fashion Before this day yet methinks 't is possible He might imagine what they are and what Belongs unto 'em meer report of others Eumen. Pish his head had other whimsies in 't my Lord Death I think y' are struck dumb my good Lord General 1 Capt. Sir Mem. That I do love ye Madam and so love ye An 't like your grace 2 Capt. He has been studying this speech Eumen. Who do ye speak to Sir Mem. Why where 's the Lady The woman the fair woman 1 Capt. Who Mem. The Princess Give me the Princess Eumen. Give ye counsel rather To use her like a Princess Fy my Lord How have you born your self how naked Laid your soul open and your ignorance To be a sport to all Report and honour Drew heâ— to doe you favours and you bluntly Without considering what or who she was Neither collecting reason nor distinction Mem. Why what did I my Masters Eumen. All that shews A man unhandsom undigested dough Mem. Did not I kneel unto her Eumen. Dumb and sensless As though ye had been cut out for your fathers tomb Or stuck a land mark when she spoke unto you Being the excellence of all our Island Ye star'd upon her as ye had seen a monster Mon. Was I so foolish I confess Eumenes I never saw before so brave an outside But did I kneel so long Eumen. Till they laught at ye And when you spoke I am asham'd to tell ye What 't was my Lord how far from order Bless me is' t possible the wild noise of war And what she only teaches should possess ye Knowledge to treat with her and full discretion Being at stood still in ye and in peace And manly conversation smooth and civil Where gracefulness and glory twyn together Thrust your self out an exile Do you know Sir what state she carries What great obedience waits at her beck continually Mem. She ne're commanded A hundred thousand men as I have done Nor ne're won battel Say I would have kist her Eumen. There was a dainty offer too a rare one Mem. Why she is a woman is she not Eumen. She is so Mem. Why very well what was she made for then Is she not young and handsom bred to breed Do not men kiss fair women if they doe If lips be not unlawfull ware Why a Princess Is got the same way that we get a begger Or I am cozen'd and the self-same way She must be handled e're she get another That 's rudeness is it not 2 Capt. To her'tis held so rudeness in that high degree Mem. 'T is reason But I will be more punctual pray what thought she Eum. Her thoughts were merciful but she laught at ye Pitying the poorness of your complement And so she left ye Good Sir shape your self To understand the place and noble persons You live with now 1 Capt. Let not those great deserts The King hath laid up of ye and the people Be blasted with Ill bearing Eume. The whole name of souldier then will suffer Mem. She 's a sweet one And good sirs leave your exhortations They come untimely to me I have brains That beat above your reaches She 's a Princess That 's all I have killed a King that 's greater Come let 's to dinner if the Wine be good You shall perceive strange wisdom in my blood Exeunt all but Chilax Chil. Well would thou wert i' the wars again Old Memnon there thou wouldst talk toth ' purpose And the proudest of all these Court Camelions Would be glad to find it sense too plauge of this Dead peace this Bastard breeding lowzie lazie idleness Now we must learn to pipe and pick our livings Out of old rotten ends these twenty five years I have serv'd my Country lost my youth and bloud Expos'd my life to dangers more than dayes Yet let me tell my wants I know their answers The King is bound to right me they good people Have but from hand to mouth Look to your wives Your young trim wives your high-day wives your march panes For if the souldiers find not recompence As yet there 's none a hatching I believe You men of wares the men of wars will nick ye For starve nor beg they must not my small means Are gone in fumo here to raise a better Unless it be with lying or Dog flattering At which our Nation 's excellent observing Dog-days When this good Lady broyles and would be basted By that good Lord or such like moral learnings Is here impossible Well I will rub among 'em If any thing for honestie be gotten Though 't be but bread and cheese I can be satisfied If otherwise the wind blow stiff as I am Yet I shall learn to shuffle There 's an old Lass That shall be nameless yet alive my last hope Has often got me my pocket full of crowns If all
mist that when her Eyes break out Her powerfull radiant eyes and shake their flashes Will flye before her heats Caesar Begirt with Villains Sce. They come to play you and your Love a Huntsup You were told what this same whorson wenching long agoe would come to You are taken napping now has not a Souldier A time to kiss his friend and a time to consider But he must lye still digging like a Pioneer Making of mines and burying of his honour there 'T were good you would think Dol. And time too or you will find else A harder task than Courting a coy Beauty Ant. Look out and then believe Sce. No no hang danger Take me provoking broth and then goe to her Goe to your Love and let her feel your valour Charge her whole body when the sword 's in your throat Sir You may cry Caesar and see if that will help ye Caesar I 'le be my self again and meet their furies Meet and consume their mischiefs make some shift Sceva To recover the Fleet and bring me up two Legions And you shall see me how I 'le break like thunder Amongst these beds of slimy Eeles and scatter ' em Sce. Now ye speak sense I 'le put my life to the hazard Before I goe No more of this warm Lady She will spoil your sword-hand Caesar Goe come let 's to Counsel How to prevent and then to execute SCENA III. Enter Souldiers 1 Sold. Did ye see this Penitence 2 Sold. Yes I saw and heard it 3 Sold. And I too look'd upon him and observ'd it He 's the strangest Septinius now 1 Sold. I heard he was altered And had given away his Gold to honest uses Cry'd monstrously 2 Sold. He cryes abundantly He is blind almost with weeping 3 Sold. 'T is most wonderfull That a hard hearted man and an old Souldier Should have so much kind moisture when his Mother dy'd He laugh'd aloud and made the wickedst Ballads 1 Sold. 'T is like enough he never lov'd his Parents Nor can I blame him for they ne'r lov'd him His Mother dream'd before she was deliver'd That she was brought abed with a Buzzard and ever after She whistl'd him up to th' world his brave clothes too He has flung away and goes like one of us now Walks with his hands in 's pockets poor and sorrowfull And gives the best instructions 2 Sold. And tells stories Of honest and good people that were honour'd And how they were remembred and runs mad If he but hear of any ungratefull person A bloudy or betraying man 3 Sold. If it be possible That an Arch-Villain may ever be recovered This penitent Rascal will put hard 't were worth our labour To see him once again Enter Septinius 1 Sold. He spares us that labour For here he comes Sep. Bless ye my honest friends Bless ye from base unworthy men come not near me For I am yet too taking for your company 1 Sold. Did I not tell ye 2 Sold. What book 's that 1 Sold. No doubt Some excellent Salve for a sore heart are you Septinius that base knave that betray'd Pompey Sep I was and am unless your honest thoughts Will look upon my penitence and save me I must be â—ver Villain O good Souldiers You that have Roman hearts take heed of falsehood Take heed of blood take heed of soul ingratitude The Gods have scarce a mercy for those mischiefs Take heed of pride 't was that that brought me to it 1 Sol. This fellow would make a rare speech at the gallows 2 Sol. 'T is very fit he were hang'd to edifie us Sep. Let all your thoughts be humble and obedient Love your Commanders honour them that seed ye Pray that ye may be strong in honesty As in the use of arms Labour and diligently To keep your hearts from ease and her base issues Pride and ambitious wantonness those spoil'd me Rather lose all your limbs than the least honesty You are never lame indeed till loss of credit Benumb ye through Scarrs and those maims of honour Are memorable crutches that shall bear When you are dead your noble names to Eternity 1 Sol. I cry 2 Sol. And so do I. 3 Sol. An excellent villain 1 Sol. A more sweet pious knave I never heard yet 2 Sol. He was happie he was Rascal to come to this Enter Achoreus Who 's this a Priest Sep. O stay most holy Sir And by the Gods of Egypt I conjure ye Isis and great Osiris pity me Pity a loaden man and tell me truly With what most humble Sacrifice I may Wash off my sin and appease the powers that hate me Take from my heart those thousand thousand furies That restless gnaw upon my life and save me Orestes bloody hands fell on his Mother Yet at the holy altar he was pardon'd Ach. Orestes out of madness did his murther And therefore he found grace thou worst of all men Out of cold blood and hope of gain base lucre Slew'st thine own Feeder come not near the altar Nor with thy reeking hands pollute the Sacrifice Thou art markt for shame eternal Exit Sep. Look all on me And let me be a story left to time Of blood and Infamy how base and ugly Ingratitude appears with all her profits How monstrous my hop'd grace at Court good souldiers Let neither flattery nor the witching sound Of high and soft preferment touch your goodness To be valiant old and honest O what blessedness 1 Sold. Dost thou want any thing Sep. Nothing but your prayers 2 Sol. Be thus and let the blind Priest do his worst We have gods as well as they and they will hear us 3 Sol. Come cry no more thou hast wep't out twenty Pompeys Enter Photinus Achillas Pho. So penitent Achil. It seems so Pho. Yet for all this We must employ him 1 Sol. These are the arm'd Souldier leaders Away and let 's toth ' Fort we shall be snapt else Exeunt Pho. How now why thus what cause of this dejection Achil. Why dost thou weep Sep. Pray leave me you have ruin'd me You have made me a famous Villain Pho. Does that touch thee Achil. He will be hard to win he feels his lewdness Pho. He must be won or we shall want our right hand This fellow dares and knows and must be heartned Art thou so poor to blench at what thou hast done Is Conscience a comrade for an old Soldier Achil. It is not that it may be some disgrace That he takes heavily and would be cherish'd Septinius ever scorn'd to shew such weakness Sep. Let me alone I am not for your purpose I am now a new man Pho. We have new affairs for thee Those that would raise thy head Sep. I would 't were off And in your bellies for the love you bear me I 'le be no more Knave I have stings enough Already in my breast Pho. Thou shalt be noble And who dares think then that thou art not honest Achil. Thou shalt command in Chief all our
some little practice with my soul And then the sharpest sword is welcom'st goe Pray be gone ye have obey'd me living Be not for shame now stubborn so I thank ye And fare ye well a better fortune guide ye Exeunt Phi. and Aretus I am a little thirstie not for fear And yet it is a kind of fear I say so Is it to be a just man now again And leave my flesh unthought of 't is departed I hear 'em come who strikes first I stay for ye Enter Balbus Chilax Licinius Yet I will dye a Souldier my sword drawn But against none Why do ye fear come forward Bal. You were a Souldier Chilax Chil. Yes I muster'd But never saw the Enemy Lici He 's drawn By heaven I dare not do it Aeci. Why do ye tremble I am to die come ye not now from Caesar To that end speak Bal. We do and we must kill ye 'T is Caesars will Chil. I charge you put your sword up That we may do it handsomly Aeci. Ha ha ha My sword up handsomly where were ye bred Ye are the merriest murderers my masters I ever met withal Come forward fools Why do ye stare upon mine honour Bawds I will not strike ye Lici I 'le not be first Bal. Nor I. Chil. You had best die quietly the Emperour Sees how you bear your self Aeci. I would die Rascals If you would kill me quietly Bal. of Proculus He promis'd us to bring a Captain hither That has been used to kill Aeci. I 'le call the Guard Unless you will kill me quickly and proclaim What beastly base and cowardly companions The Emperour has trusted with his safetie Nay I 'le give out ye fell of my side villains Strike home ye bawdy slaves Chil. He will kill us I mark'd his hand he waits but time to reach us Now do you offer Aeci. If ye do mangle me And kill me not at two blows or at three Or not so stagger me my senses fail me Look to your selves Chil. I told ye Aeci. Strike me manly And take a thousand strokes Enter Pontius Bal. Here 's Pontius Pon. Not kill'd him yet Is this the love ye bear the Emperour Lici runs away Nay then I see ye are Traitors all have at ye Chi. Oh I am hurt Bal. And I am kill'd Exeunt Chil. and Bal. Pon. Dye Bawds As ye have liv'd and flourish'd Aeci. Wretched fellow What hast thou done Pon. Kill'd them that durst not kill And you are next Aeci. Art thou not Pontius Pon. I am the same you cast Aecius And in the face of all the Camp disgrac'd Aec. Then so much nobler as thou wert a Souldier Shall my death be is it revenge provok'd thee Or art thou hir'd to kill me Pon. Both. Aeci. Then do it Pon. Is that all Aeci. Yes Pon. Would you not live Aeci. Why should I To thank thee for my life Pon. Yes if I spare it Aeci. Be not deceiv'd I was not made to thank For any courtesie but killing me A fellow of thy fortune do thy duty Pon. Do not you fear me Aeci. No. Pon. Nor love me for it Aeci. That 's as thou dost thy business Pon. When you are dead Your place is mine Aecius Aeci. Now I fear thee And not alone thee Pontius but the Empire Pon. Why I can govern Sir Aeci. I would thou couldst And first thy self Thou canst fight well and bravely Thou canst endure all dangers heats colds hungers Heavens angry flashes are not suddainer Than I have seen thee execute nor more mortal The winged feet of flying enemies I have stood and view'd thee mow away like rushes And still kill the killer were thy minde But half so sweet in peace as rough in dangers I died to leave a happy heir behind me Come strike and be a General Pon. Prepare then And for I see your honour cannot lessen And 't were a shame for me to strike a dead man Fight your short span out Aeci. No thou knowst I must not I dare not give thee so much vantage of me As disobedience Pon. Dare ye not defend ye Against your enemy Aeci. Not sent from Caesar I have no power to make such enemies For as I am condemn'd my naked sword Stands but a hatchment by me only held To shew I was a Souldier had not Caesar Chain'd all defence in this doom let him die Old as I am and quench'd with scarrs and sorrows Yet would I make this wither'd Arm do wonders And open in an enemy such wounds Mercy would weep to look on Pon. Then have at ye And look upon me and be sure ye fear not Remember who you are and why you live And what I have been to you cry not hold Nor think it base injustice I should kill ye Aeci. I am prepar'd for all Pon. For now Aecius Thou shalt behold and find I was no traitor Pontius kills himself And as I do it bless me die as I do Aeci. Thou hast deceiv'd me Pontius and I thank thee By all my hopes in Heaven thou art a Roman Pon. To shew you what you ought to do this is not For slanders self would shame to find you coward Or willing to out-live your honestie But noble Sir ye have been jealous of me And held me in the rank of dangerous persons And I must dying say it was but justice Ye cast me from my credit yet believe me For there is nothing now but truth to save me And your foâ—giveness though ye held me hainous And of a troubled spirit that like fire Turns all to flames it meets with ye mistook me If I were foe to any thing 't was ease Want of the Souldiers due the Enemy The nakedness we â—ound at home and scorn Children of peace and pleasures no regard Nor comfort for our seats but how we got 'em To rusty time that eat our bodies up And even began to prey upon our honours To wants at home and more than wants abuses To them that when the Enemy invaded Made us their Saints but now the sores of Rome To silken flattery and pride plain'd over Forgetting with what wind their feathers sail And under whose protection their soft pleasures Grow full and numberless to this I am foe Not to the state or any point of duty And let me speak but what a Souldier may Truly I ought to be so yet I err'd Because a far more noble sufferer Shew'd me the way to patience and I lost it This is the end I die Sir to live basely And not the follower of him that bred me In full account and vertue Pontius dare not Much less to out live what is good and flatter Aeci. I want a name to give thy vertue Souldier For only good is far below thee Pontius The gods shall find thee one thou hast fashion'd death In such an excellent and beauteous manner I wonder men can live Canst thou speak once more For thy words are such harmony a soul Would choose to flye to
well son John I see ye are a wood man and can chuse Your dear though it be i' th' dark all your discretion Is not yet lost this was well clapt aboard Here I am with you now when as they say Your pleasure comes with profit when ye must needs do Do where ye may be done to 't is a wisedom Becomes a young man well be sure of one thing Lose not your labour and your time together It seasons of a fool son time is pretious Work wary whilst ye have it since ye must traffick Sometimes this slippery way take sure hold Signior Trade with no broken Merchants make your lading As you would make your rest adventurously But with advantage ever John All this time Mother The child wants lookng to wants meat and Nurses Lan. Now blessing o' thy care it shall have all And instantly I 'le seek a Nurse my self son 'T is a sweet child ah my young Spaniard Take you no further care Sir John Yes of these Jewels I must by your leave Mother these are yours To make your care the stronger for the rest I 'le find a Master the gold for bringing up on 't I freely render to your charge Lan. No more words Nor no more children good son as you love me This may do well John I shall observe your Morals But where 's Don Frederick Mother Lan. Ten to one About the like adventure he told me He was to find you out Exit John Why should he stay thus There may be some ill chance in 't sleep I will not Before I have found him now this woman 's pleas'd I 'le seek my friend out and my care is eas'd Exit SCENE X. Enter Duke and Gentlemen 1 Gent. Believe Sir 't is as possible to do it As to remove the City the main faction Swarm though the streets like hornets arm'd with angers Able to ruine States no safety left us Nor means to dye like men if instantly You draw not back again Duke May he be drawn And quarter'd too that turns now were I surer Of death than thou art of thy fears and with death More than those fears are too 1 Gent. Sir I fear not Du. I would not crack my vow start from my honour Because I may find danger wound my soul To keep my body safe 1 Gent. I speak not Sir Out of a baseness to you Du. No nor do not Out of a baseness leave me what is danger More than the weakness of our apprehensions A poor cold part o' th' bloud who takes it hold of Cowards and wicked livers valiant minds Were made the Masters of it and as hearty Sea-men In desperate storms stem with a little Rudder The tumbling ruines of the Ocean So with their cause and swords do they do dangers Say we were sure to dye all in this venture As I am confident against it is there any Amongst us of so fat a sense so pamper'd Would chuse luxuriously to lye a bed And purge away his spirit send his soul out In Sugar-sops and Syrups Give me dying As dying ought to be upon mine enemy Parting with man-kind by a man that 's manly Let 'em be all the world and bring along Cain's envy with 'em I will on 2 Gent. You may Sir But with what safety 1 Gent. Since 't is come to dying You shall perceive Sir here be those amongst us Can dye as decently as other men And with as little cermony on brave Sir Duke That 's spoken heartily 1 Gent. And he that flinches May he dye lowzie in a ditch Duke No more dying There 's no such danger in it What 's a clock 3 Gent. Somewhat above your hour Duke Away then quickly Make no noise and no truble will attend us Exeunt SCENE XI Enter Frederick and Peter with a candle Fred. Give me the candle so go you out that way Peter What have we now to do Fred. And o' your life Sirrah Let none come near the door without my knowledge No not my Landlady nor my friend Peter 'T is done Sir Fred. Nor any serious business that concerns me Peter Is the wind there again Fred. Be gone Peter I am Sir Exit Enter Constantia Fre. Now enter without fear And noble Lady That safety and civility ye wish'd for Shall truly here attend you no rude tongue Nor rough behaviour knows this place no wishes Beyond the moderation of a man Dare enter here your own desires and Innocence Joyn'd to my vow'd obedience shall protect you Were dangers more than doubts Const Ye are truly noble And worth a womans trust let it become me I do beseech you Sir for all your kindness To render with my thanks this worthless trifle I may be longer troublesome Fred. Fair offices Are still their own rewards Heav'n bless me Lady From selling civil courtesies may it please ye If ye will force a favour to oblige me Draw but that cloud aside to satisfie me For what good Angel I am engag'd Const It shall be For I am truly confident ye are honest The Piece is scarce worth looking on Fred. Trust me The abstract of all beauty soul of sweetness Defend me honest thoughts I shall grow wild else What eyes are there rather what little heavens To stir mens contemplations what a Paradise Runs through each part she has good bloud be temperate I must look off too excellent an object Confounds the sense that sees it Noble Lady If there be any further service to cast on me Let it be worth my life so much I honour ye Or the engagement of whole Families Const Your service is too liberal worthy Sir Thus far I shall entreat Fred. Command me Lady You make your power too poor Const That presently With all convenient haste you would retire Unto the street you found me in Fred. 'T is done Const There if you find a Gentleman opprest With force and violence do a mans office And draw your sword to rescue him Fred. He 's safe Be what he will and let his foes be Devils Arm'd with your pity I shall conjure ' em Retire this key will guide ye all things necessary Are there before ye Const All my prayers go with ye Exâ—â— Fred. Ye clap on proof upon me men say gold Does all engages all works through all dangers Now I say beauty can do more The Kings Exchequer Not all his wealthy Indies could not draw me Through half those miseries this piece of pleasure Might make me leap into we are all like sea-Cards All our endeavours and our motions As they do to the North still point at beauty Still at the fairest for a handsom woman Setting my soul aside it should go hard But I would strain my body yet to her Unless it be her own free gratitude Hopes ye shall dye and thou tongue rot within me E're I infringe my faith now to my rescue Exit Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter Duke pursued by Petruccio Antonio and that Faction Duke YOu will not
these Meadows And meet at Port again Come my fair Sister These cool shades will delight ye Am. Pray be merry The Birds sing as they meant to entertain ye Every thing smiles abroad methinks the River As he steals by curles up his head to view ye Every thing is in love Ism You would have it so You that are fair are easie of belief Cosen The theam slides from your tongue Am. I fair I thank ye Mine's but shadow when your Sun shines by me Ism No more of this you know your worth Aminta Where are we now Am. Hard by the Town Ismena Ter. Close by the Gates Ism 'T is a fine Ayr. Lis A delicate The way so sweet and even that the Coach Would be a tumbling trouble to our pleasures Methinks I am very merry Ism I am sad Am. You are ever so when we entreat ye Cosen Ism I have no reason such a trembling here Over my heart methinks Am. Sure you are fasting Or not slept well to night some dream Ismena Ism My dreams are like my thoughts honest and innocent Yours are unhappy who are these that coast us Enter Antonio and Martin You told me the walk was private Ter. 'T is most commonly Ism Two proper men It seems they have some business With me none sure I do not like their faces They are not of our Company Ter. No Cosen Lisauro we are dog'd Lis I find it Cosen Ant. What handsome Lady Mar. Yes she 's very handsome They are handsome both Ant. Martin stay we are cosen'd Mar. I will go up a woman is no wild-fire Ant. Now by my life she is sweet Stay good Martin They are of our enemies the house of Belides Our mortal enemies Mar. Let 'em be devils They appear so handsomly I will go forward If these be enemies I 'll ne'r seek friends more Ant. Prethee forbear the Gentlewomen Mar. That 's it man That moves me like a Gin. 'Pray ye stand off Ladies Lis They are both our enemies both hate us equally By this fair day our mortal foes Ter. I know 'em And come here to affront how they gape at us They shall have gaping work Ism Why your swords Gentlemen Ter. Pray ye stand you off Cosen And good now leave your whistling we are abus'd all Back back I say Lis Go back Ant. We are no dogs Sir To run back on command Ter. We 'll make ye run Sir Ant. Having a civil charge of handsome Ladies We are your servants pray ye no quarrel Gentlemen There 's way enough for both Lis We 'll make it wider Ant. If you will fight arm'd from this Saint have at ye Ism O me unhappy are ye Gentlemen Discreet and Civil and in open view thus Am. What will men think of us nay you may kill us Mercy o' me through my petticoat what bloody Gentlemen Ism Make way through me ye had best and kill an innocent Brother why Cosen by this light I 'll dye too This Gentleman is temperate be you merciful Alass the Swords Am. You had best run me through 'T will be a valiant thrust Ism I faint amongst ye Ant. Pray ye be not fearful I have done sweet Lady My swords already aw'd and shall obey ye I come not here to violate sweet beauty I bow to that Ism Brother you see this Gentleman This noble Gentleman Lis Let him avoid then And leave our Walk Ant. The Lady may command Sir She bears an eye more dreadful than your weapon Ism What a sweet nature this man has dear brother Put up your sword Ter. Let them put up and walk then Ant. No more loud words there 's time enough before us For shame put up do honor to these beauties Mar. Our way is this We will not be denyed it Ter. And ours is this we will not be cross'd in it Ant. What ere your way is Lady 't is a fair one And may it never meet with rude hands more Nor rough uncivil Tongues Exeunt Ism I thank ye Sir Indeed I thank ye nobly a brave Enemy Here 's a sweet temper now This is a man Brother This Gentleman's anger is so nobly seated That it becomes him Yours proclaim ye Monsters What if he be our House-Foe we may brag on 't We have ne'er a friend in all our House so honorable I had rather from an Enemy my Brother Learn worthy distances and modest difference Than from a race of empty friends loud nothings I am hurt between ye Am. So am I I fear too Dear Cosen Why look ye pale where are ye hurt Ism I know not But here methinks Lis Unlace her gentle Cousen Ism My heart my heart and yet I bless the Hurter Am. Is it so dangerous Ism Nay nay I faint not Am. Here is no blood that I find sure 't is inward Ism Yes yes 't is inward 't was a subtle weapon The hurt not to be cur'd I fear Lis The Coach there Am. May be a fright Ism Aminta 't was a sweet one And yet a cruel Am. Now I find the wound plain A wondrous handsome Gentleman Ism Oh no deeper Prethee be silent wench it may be thy case Am. You must be searched the wound will rancle Cosen And of so sweet a nature Ism Dear Aminta Make it not sorer Am. And on my life admires ye Ism Call the Coach Cosen Am. The Coach the Coach Ter. 'T is ready bring the Coach there Lis Well my brave Enemies we shall yet meet ye And our old hate shall testifie Ter. It shall Cosen Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Antonio and Martine Ant. Their swords alass I weigh 'em not dear Friend The indiscretion of the Owners blunts 'em The fury of the House affrights not me It spends it self in words Oh me Martine There was a two edg'd eye a Lady carried A weapon that no valor can avoyd Nor Art the hand of Spirit put aside O Friend it broke out on me like a bullet Wrapt in a cloud of fire that point Martine Dazled my sence and was too subtle for me Shot like a Comet in my face and wounded To my eternal ruine my hearts valor Mar. Methinks she was no such piece Ant. Blaspheme not Sir She is so far beyond weak commendation That impudence will blush to think ill of her Mar. I see it not and yet I have both eyes open And I could judge I know there is no beauty Till our eyes give it 'em and make 'em handsome What 's red and white unless we do allow ' em A green face else and me-thinks such an other Ant. Peace thou leud Heretick Thou judge of beauties Thou hast an excellent sense for a sign-post Friend Dost thou not see I 'll swear thou art soon blind else As blind as ignorance when she appeared first Aurora breaking in the east and through her face As if the hours and graces had strew'd Roses A blush of wonder flying when she was frighted At our uncivil swords didst thou not mark How far beyond the
she may Sir Petru. What may she or what do's she or what is she Speak and be hang'd Ped. She 's mad Sir Petru. Heaven continue it Ped. Amen if 't be his pleasure Petru. How mad is she Ped. As mad as heart can wish Sir she has drest her selâ— Saving your worships reverence just i' th ' cut Of one of those that multiply i' th Suburbs For single Money and as durtily If any speak to her first she whistles And then begins her compass with her fingers And points to what she would have Petru. What new way 's this Ped. There came in Master Sophocles Petru. And what Did Master Sophocles when he came in Get my Truncks ready sirha I 'll be gone straight Ped. He 's here to tell you She 's horne mad Jaques Enter Sophocles Soph. Call ye this a Woman Petru. Yes sir she is a Woman Soph. Sir I doubt it Petru. I had thought you had made experience Soph. Yes I did so And almost with my life Petru. You rid too fast Sir Soph. Pray be not mistaken by this hand Your wife 's as chaste and honest as a Virgin For any thing I know 't is true she gave me A Ring Petru. For rutting Soph. You are much deceiv'd still Believe me I never kist her since and now Coâ—ing in visitation like a friend I think she is mad Sir suddainly she started And snatch'd the Ring away and drew her knife out To what intent I know not Petru. Is this certain Soph. As I am here Sir Petru. I believe you honest And pray continue so Enter Maria. Soph. She comes Petru. Now Damsel What will your beauty do if I forsake you Do you deal by signs and tokens as I ghess then You 'll walk abroad this Summer and catch Captains Or hire a piece of holy ground i' th' Suburbs And keep a Nest of Nuns Soph. Oh do not stir her You see in what a case she is Petru. She is dogged And in a beastly case I am sure I 'll make her If she have any tongue yet tattle Sophocles Prethee observe this woman seriously And eye her well and when thou hast done but tell me For thou hast understanding in what case My sense was when I chose this thing Soph. I 'll tell you I have seen a sweeter Petru An hundred times cry Oisters There 's a poor Begger-wench about Black-Fryers Runs on her breech may be an Empress to her Soph. Nay now you are too bitter Petru. Nev'r a whit Sir I 'll tell thee woman for now I have day to see thee And all my wits about me and I speak Not out of passion neither leave your mumping I know you 're well enough Now would I give A million but to vex her when I chose thee To make a Bedfellow I took more trouble Than twenty Terms can come to such a cause Of such a title and so everlasting That Adams Genealogie may be ended E'r any Law find thee I took a Leprosie Nay worse the plague nay worse yet a possession And had the devil with thee if not more And yet worse was a beast and like a beast Had my reward a Jade to fling my fortunes For who that had but reason to distinguish The light from darkness wine from water hunger From full satiety and Fox from Fern-bush That would have married thee Soph. She is not so ill Petru She 's worse than I dare think of she 's so lewd No Court is strong enough to bear her cause She hath neither manners honesty behaviour Wife-hood nor woman-hood nor any mortal Can force me think she had a mother no I do believe her stedfastly and know her To be a Woman-wolfe by transmigration Her first forme was a Ferrets under-ground She kils the memories of men not yet Soph. Do you think she 's sensible of this Petru. I care not â—e what she will the pleasure I take in her Thus I blow off the care I took to love her Like this point I untie and thus I loose it The husband I am to her thus I sever My vanity farewel yet for you have been So near me as to bear the name of wife My unquench'd charity shall tell you thus much Though you deserve it well you shall not beg What I ordain'd your Joynture honestly You shall have setled on you and half my house The other half shall be imploy'd in prayers That meritorious charge I 'll be at also Yet to confirm you Christian your apparel And what belongs to build up such a folly Keep I beseech you it infects our uses And now I am for travel Mar. Now I love you And now I see you are a man I 'll talke to you And I forget your bitterness Soph. How now man Petru. Oh Pliny if thou wilt be ever famous Make but this woman all thy wonders Mar. Sure Sir You have hit upon a happy course a blessed And what will make you virtuous Petru. She 'll ship me Mar. A way of understanding I long wish'd for And now 't is come take heed you fly not back Sir Methinks you look a new man to me now A man of excellence and now I see Some great design set in you you may think now And so may most that know me 't were my part Weakly to weep your loss and to resist you Nay hang about your neck and like a dotard Urge my strong tie upon you but I love you And all the world shall know it beyond woman And more prefer the honor of your Countrey Which chiefly you are born for and may perfect The uses you may make of other Nations The ripening of your knowledge conversation The full ability and strength of judgement Than any private love or wanton kisses Go worthy man and bring home understanding Soph. This were an excellent woman to breed School-men Mar. For if the Merchant through unknown Seas plough To get his wealth then dear Sir what must you To gather wisdom go and go alone Only your noble mind for your companion And if a woman may win credit with you Go far too far you cannot still the farther The more experience finds you and go sparing One meal a week will serve you and one sute Through all your travels for you 'll find it certain The poorer and the baser you appear The more you look through still Petru. Dost hear her Soph. Yes Petru. What would this woman do if she were suffer'd Upon a new Religion Soph. Make us Pagans I wonder that she writes not Mar Then when time And fulness of occasion have new made you And squar'd you from a Sot into a Signior Or nearer from a Jade into a Courser Come home an aged man as did Vlysses And I your glad Penelope Petru. That must have As many Lovers as I Languages And what she does with one i' th' day i' th' night Undoe it with another Mar. Much that way Sir For in your absence it must be my honor That that must
know you Lov. What 's my name pray you speak Shat. That 's all one I do know you and your business You are discover'd Lady I am wary It stands upon my life pray excuse me The best man of this Kingdom sent you hither To dive into me have I toucht you ha Lov. You are deceiv'd Sir I come from your love That sends you fair commends and many kisses Shat. Alass poor soul How does she Is she living Keeps she her bed still Lov. Still Sir She is living And well and shall do so Shat. Are ye in counsel Lov. No Sir nor any of my sex Shat. Why so If you had been in counsel you would know Her time to be but slender she must die Lov. I do believe it Sir Shat. And suddenly She stands too near a fortune Lov. Sir Shat. 'T is so There is no jesting with a Princes Title Would we had both been born of common parents And liv'd a private and retir'd life In homely cottage we had then enjoyed Our loves and our embraces these are things That cannot tend to Treason Lov. I am wretched Shat. O I pray as often for the King as any And with as true a heart for 's continuance And do moreover pray his heirs may live And their fair issues then as I am bound For all the states and commons if these prayers Be any wayes ambitious I submit And lay my head down let 'em take it off You may informe against me but withall Remember my obedience to the Crown And service to the State Lov. Good Sir I love ye Shat. Then love the gracious King and say with me Lov. Heaven save his Grace Shat. This is strange A woman should be sent to undermine me And buz love into me to try my spirit Offer me kisses and enticing follies To make me open and betray my self It was a subtile and a dangerous plot And very soundly followed sarewel Lady Let me have equal hearing and relate I am an honest Man Heaven save the King Exit Love I 'll never leave him till by art or prayer I have restor'd his senses If I make Him perfect Man again he 's mine till when I here abjure all loves of other men Exit Enter Cozen and Jaques Jaques Nay good Sir be perswaded go but back And tell him hee 's undone say nothing else And you shall see how things will work upon 't Cozen. Not so good Jaques I am held an asse A Countrey Fool good to converse with dirt And eate course bread weare the worst Wooll Know nothing but the high-way to Paris And wouldst thou have me bring these stains And imperfections to the rising view Of the right worshipful thy worthy Master They must be bright and shine their cloaths Soft Velvet and the Tyrian Purple Like the Arabian gums hung like the Sun Their golden beames on all sides Such as these may come and know Thy Master I am base and dare not speak unto him Hee 's above me Ja. If ever you did love him or his state His name his issue or your self go back 'T will be an honest and a noble part Worthy a Kinsman save 300 Acres From present execution they have had sentence And cannot be repriev'd be merciful Co. Have I not urg'd already all the reasons I had to draw him from his will his ruin But all in vain no counsel will prevail H 'as sixt himself there 's no removing Jaques 'T will prove but breath and labor spent in vain I 'll to my horse farewell Ja. For Gods sake Sir As ever you have hope of joy turn back I 'll be your slave for ever do but go And I will lay such fair directions to you That if he be not doting on his fall He shall recover sight and see his danger And ye shall tell him of his Wives abuses I fear too foul against him how she plots With our young Mounsiers to milk-dry her husband And lay it on their backs the next her pride Then what his debts are and how infinite The curses of his Tenants this will work I 'll pawn my life and head he cries away I 'll to my house in the Countrey Co. Come I 'll go and once more try him If he yield not so The next that tryes him shall be want and woe Exeâ—â—â— Actus Secundus Scaena Prima Enter Gentleman Solus Gent. Jaques Jaq. Sir Within Gent. Rise Jaques 't is grown day The Country life is best where quietly Free from the clamor of the troubled Court We may enjoy our own green shadowed walks And keep a moderate diet without art Why did I leave my house and bring my Wife To know the manner of this subtile place I would when first the lust to fame and honor Possest me I had met with any evil But that had I been tied to stay at home And earn the bread for the whole family With my own hand happy had I been Enter Jaques Jaq. Sir this is from your wonted course at home When did ye there keep such inordinate hours Goe to bed late start thrice and call on me Would you were from this place our Countrey sleeps Although they were but of that moderate length That might maintain us in our daily work Yet were they sound and sweet Gent. I Jaques there we dreamt not of our Wives we lay together And needed not now at length my Cozens words So truly meant mixt with thy timely prayers So often urged to keep me at my home Condemn me quite Ja. 'T was not your fathers course He liv'd and dy'd in Orleance where he had His Vines as fruitful as experience Which is the art of Husbandry could make He had his presses for 'em and his wines Were held the best and out-sold other Mens His corn and cattel serv'd the neighbor Townâ— With plentiful provision yet his thrift Could miss one Beast amongst the heard He rul'd more where he liv'd than ever you will here Gent. 'T is true why should my Wife then ' gainst my good Perswade me to continue in this course Ja. Why did you bring her hither at the first Before you warm'd her blood with new delights Our Countrey sports could have contented her When you first married her a puppet-play Pleas'd her as well as now the tilting doth She thought her self brave in a bugle chain Where Orient pearl will scarce content her now Gent. Sure Jaques she sees something for my good More than I do she oft will talk to me Of Offices and that she shortly hopes By her acquaintance with the friends she hath To get a place shall many times outweigh Our great expences and if this be so Ja. Think better of her words she doth deceive you And only for her vain and sensual ends Perswade ye thus Let me be set to dwell For ever naked in the barest soil So you will dwell from hence Gent. I see my folly Pack up my stuffe I will away this morne Haste haste Ja. I
It makes me smile i' th' height of all my fears Cla. What a strong contention you may behold Between my Mothers mirth and anger Tib. Nay no coyness be Mistriss of your word I must and will enjoy you Ros Be advis'd fool alas I am old How canst thou hope content from one that 's fifty Ti. Never talk on 't I have known good ones at threescore and upwards Besides the weathers hot and men That have experience fear Fevers A temperate diet is the onely Physick Your Julips nor Guajacum prunello's Camphire pills nor Goord-water Come not near your old Woman Youthful stomachs are still craving Though there be nothing left to stop their mouths with And believe me I am no frequent giver of those bounties Laugh on laugh on good Gentlemen do I shall make holiday and sleep when you Dig in the mines till your hearts ake Ros A mad fellow Ros Well Sir I 'll give you hearing and as I like Your wooing and discourse but I must tell ye Sir That rich Widows look for great sums in present Or assurances of ample Joynters Ti. That to me is easie For instantly I 'll do it hear me comrades Alb. What say'st thou Tibalt Tib. Why that to woo a Wench with empty hands Is no good Heraldry therefore let 's to the gold And share it equally 't will speak for us More than a thousand complements or cringes Ditties stolen from Petrarch or Discourse from Ovid Besides 't will beget us respect And if ever fortune friend us with a Barque Largely supply us with all provision Alb. Well advis'd defer it not Ti. Are ye all contented All. We are Ti. Le ts away then Strait wee 'll return Exit And you shall see our riches Ros Since I knew what wonder and amazement was I nee'r was so transported Cla. Why weep ye gentle Maid There is no danger here to such as you Banish fear for with us I dare promise You shall meet all courteous entertainment Cro. We esteem our selves most happy in you Hiâ— And bless fortune that brought you hither Cla. Hark in your ear I love you as a friend already Ere long you shall call me by a nearer name I wish your brother well I know you apprehend me Amin. I to my grief I do Alas good Ladies there is nothing left me But thanks to pay ye with Clar. That 's more Than yet you stand ingag'd for Enter Albert Tibalt and the rest with treasure Ros So soon return'd Alb. Here see the Idol of the Lapidary Ti. These Pearls for which the slavish Negro Dives to the bottom of the Sea Lam. To get which the industrious Merchant Touches at either pole Fran. The never-fayling purchase Of Lordships and of honors Mor. The Worlds Mistriss That can give every thing to the possessors Ma. For which the Saylors scorn tempestuous Winds And spit defiance in the Sea Ti. Speak Lady Look we not lovely now Ros Yes yes O my Stars Be now for ever blest that have brought To my revenge these Robbers take your arrowes And nayl these Monsters to the earth Alb. What mean ye Lady â—n what have we offended Ros O my daughter And you companions with me in all fortunes Look on these Caskets and these Jewels These were our own when first we put to Sea With good Sebastian and these the Pyrats That not alone depriv'd him of this treasure But also took his life Cro. Part of my present I will remember was mine own Hip. And these were mine Ju. Sure I have worn this Jewel Ros Wherefore do ye stay then And not perform my command Al. O Heaven What cruel fate pursues us Ti. I am well enough serv'd That must be off'ring Joyntures Jewels And precious stones more than I brought with me Ros Why shoot ye not Cla. Hear me dear Mother Aâ—â— when the greatest cruelty is Justice Do not shew mercy death to these starv'd wretches Is a reward not punishment let 'em live To undergoe the full weight of your displeasure And that they may have sence to feel the torments They have deserv'd allow 'em some small pittance To linger out their tortures Ros 'T is well counsell'd All. And wee 'll follow it Alb Hear us speak Ros Peace dogs Bind 'em fast when fury hath given way to reason I will determine of their sufferings Which shall be horrid Vengeance though slow pac'd At length o'rtakes the guilty and the wrath Of the incensed powers will fall most sure On wicked men when they are most secure Exeunt Actus Quartus Scaena Prima Enter Raymond Sebastian Nicusa Saylors 1. Sayl. HEre 's nothing Sir but poverty and hunger No promise of inhabitance neither track of Beast Nor foot of Man we have searcht All this Rocky desart yet cannot discover any assurance Here is or hath been such men 2. Sayl. Not a relique of any thing they wore Nor mark left by 'em either to find relief Or to warn others from the like misfortune Believe it these fellows are both false And to get a little succor in their misery Have fram'd this cunning Tale. Ray. The Ship I know is French and own'd by Pirats If not by Albert my arch enemy You told me too there was a woman with ' em A young and handsome Woman Sebast There was so Sir Raym. And such and such young gallants Nic. We told you true Sir That they had no means to quit this Island Raym. And that amidst their mutiny to save your lives You got their Ship Sebast All is most certain Sir Raym. Where are they then Where are these Men Or Woman we are landed where your faiths Did assure us we could not miss their fights For this news we took ye to our mercy Reliev'd ye when the furious Sea and Famine Strove which should first devour ye Cloath'd and cherisht ye us'd ye as those ye say ye are Fair Gentlemen now keep your words And shew us this company your own free pitties spoke oâ— These men ye left in misery the Woman Men of those noble breedings you pretend to Should scorn to lie or get their food with falshood Come direct us Sebast Alass Sir they are gone But by what means or providence we know not 2. Sayl. Was not the Captain A fellow of a fiery yet brave nature A middle stature and of brown complexion Nic. He was Sir Raym. 'T was Albert And my poor wretched sister 1. Sayl. 'T was he certain I ha been at Sea with him many times at Sea Raym. Come shew us these Men Shew us presently and do not dally with us Seb. We left 'em here What should we say Sir Here in this place 2. Sayl. The earth cannot swallow 'em They have no wings they cannot fly sure Raym. You told us too Of heaps of treasure and of sums conceal'd That set their heart a fire we see no such thing No such sign What can ye say to purge ye What have ye done with these men Nic. We
language such As thou hast shew'd me feat Arc. Not finding in The circuit of my breast any gross stuff To form me like your blazon holds me to This gentleness of answer 't is your passion That thus mistakes the which to you being enemy Cannot to me be kind honor and honestie I cherish and depend on how so ev'r You skip them in me and with them fair Coz. I 'll maintain my proceedings pray be pleas'd To shew in generous terms your griefs since that Your question 's with your equall who professes To clear his own way with the mind and Sword Of a true Gentleman Pal. That thou durst Arcite Arc. My Coz my Coz. you have been well advertis'd How much I dare y 'ave seen me use my Sword Against th' advice of fear sure of another You would not hear me doubted but your silence Should break out though i' th' Sanctuary Pal. Sir I have seen you move in such a place which well Might justifie your manhood you were call'd A good knight and a bold But the whole week's not fair If any day it rayn Their valiant temper Men loose when they encline to trecherie And then they fight like coupel'd Beeres would fly Were they not ty'd Arc. Kinsman you might as well Speak this and act it in your Glass as to His ear which now disdains you Pal. Come up to me Quit me of these cold Gyves give me a Sword Though it be rustie and the charity Of one meal lend me Come before me then A good Sword in thy hand and doe but say That Emily is thine I will forgive The trespass thou hast done my ye my life If then thou carry 't and brave souls in shades That have di'd manly which will seek of me Some news from earth they shall get none but this That thou art brave and noble Arc. Be content Again betake you to your hawthorn house With counsel of the night I will be here With wholesome viands these impediments Will I file off you shall have garments and Perfumes to kill the smell o' th' prison after When you shall stretch your self and say but Arcite I 'm in plight there shall be at your choice Both Sword and Armor Pal. Oh you heavens dare any So noble bear a guilty business none But only Arcite therefore none but Arcite In this kind is so bold Arc. Sweet Palamon Pal. I doe embrace you and your offer for Your offer do 't I only Sir your person Without hypocrisy I may not wish Wind horns of Cornets More than my Swords edge out Arc. You hear the Horns Enter your Musick least this match between 's Be crost e'r met give me your hand farewell I 'll bring you every needfull thing I pray you Take comfort and be strong Pal. Pray hold your promise And doe the deed with a bent brow most certain You love me not be rough with me and pour This oil out of your language by this ayr I could for each word give a Cuff my stomach Not reconcil'd by reason Arc. Plainly spoken Yet pardon me hard language when I spur Wind horns My horse I chide him not content and anger In me have but one face Hark Sir they call The scatter'd to the Banket you must guess I have an office there Pal. Sir your attendance Cannot please heaven and I know your office Unjustly is atcheiv'd Arc. If a good title I 'm persuaded this question sick between 's By bleeding must be cur'd I 'm a Suitor That to your Sword you will bequeath this plea And talk of it no more Pal. But this one word You are going now to gaze upon my Mistris For note you mine she is Arc. Nay then Pal. Nay pray you You talk of feeding me to breed me strength You are going now to look upon a Sun That strengthens what it looks on there You have a vantage o'er me but enjoy 't till I may enforce my remedy Farewell Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Jaylors daughter alone Daugh. He has mistook the Beak I meant is gone After his fancy 'T is now welnigh morning No matter would it were perpetuall night And darkness Lord o' th' world Hark 't is a wolf In me hath grief slain fear and but for one thing I care for nothing and that 's Palamon I wreak not if the wolves would jaw me so He had this File what if I hollow'd for him I cannot hollow if I whoop'd what then If he not answer'd I should call a wolf And doe him but that service I have heard Strange howls this live-long night why may 't not be They have made prey of him he has no weapons He cannot run the Jengling of his Gives Might call fell things to listen who have in them A sence to know a man unarm'd and can Smell where resistance is I 'll set it down He 's torn to peeces they howl'd many together And then they fed on him So much for that Be bold to ring the Bell How stand I then All 's char'd when he is gone No no I lye My Father 's to be hang'd for his escape My self to beg if I priz'd life so much As to deny my act but that I would not Should I try death by dussons I am mop't Food took I non these two daies Sipt some water I have not clos'd mine eyes Save when my lids scowrd off their bine alas Dissolve my life Let not my sence unsettle Least I should drown or stab or hang my self O state of Nature fail together in me Since thy best props are warpt So which way now The best way is the next way to a grave Each errant step beside is torment Loe The Moon is down the Cr'ckets chirpe the Schreich-owl Calls in the dawn all offices are done Save what I fail in But the point is this An end and that is all Exit Scaena Tertia Enter Arcite with Meat Wine and Files Arc. I should be near the place hoa Cosen Palamon Enter Palamon Pal. Arcite Arc. The same I have brought you food and files Come forth and fear not here 's no Theseus Pal. Nor none so honest Arcite Arc. That 's no matter We 'll argue that hereafter Come take courage You shall not dye thus beastly here Sir drink I know you 're faint then I 'll talk further with you Pal. Arcite thou mightst now poyson me Arc. I might But I must fear you first Sit down and good now No more of these vain parlies let us not Having our ancient reputation with us Make talk for Fools and Cowards To your health c. Pal. Doe Arc. Pray sit down then and let me entreat you By all the honesty and honor in you No mention of this woman 't will disturb us We shall have time enough Pal. Well Sir I 'll pledge you Arc. Drinke a good hearty draught it breeds good blood man Doe not you feel it thaw you Pal. Stay I 'll tell you after a draught or two more Arc. Spare it not
that defect a torture In marking her to death for whom alone I felt that weakness as a want requires More than the making the head bald or falling Thus flat upon the earth or cursing that way Or praying this oh such a Scene of grief And so set down the world the stage to act on May challenge a Tragedian better practis'd Than I am to express it for my cause Of passion is so strong and my performance So weak that though the part be good I fear Th' ill acting of it will defraud it of The poor reward it may deserve mens pity Brun. I have given you way thus long a King and what Is more my Son and yet a slave to that Which only triumphs over cowards sorrow For shame look up Thier. Is' t you look down on me And if that you are capable to receive it Let that return to you that have brought forth One mark'd out only for it what are these Come they upon your privilege to tread on The Tomb of my afflictions Prot. No not we Sir Thier. How dare you then omit the ceremony Due to the funeral of all my hopes Or come unto the marriage of my sorrows But in such colours as may sort with them Prot. Alas we will wear any thing Brun. This is madness Take but my counsel Thier. Yours dare you again Though arm'd with th' authority of a mother Attempt the danger that will fall on you If such another syllable awake it Goe and with yours be safe I have such cause Of grief nay more to love it that I will not Have such as these be sharers in it Lecu. Madam Prot. Another time were better Brun. Do not stirr For I must be resolv'd and will be statues Enter Martel Thier. I thou art welcome and upon my soul Thou art an honest man do you see he has tears To lend to him whom prodigal expence Of sorrow has made bankrupt of such treasure Nay thou dost well Mart. I would it might excuse The ill I bring along Thier. Thou mak'st me smile I the heighth of my calamities as if There could be the addition of an Atome To the gyant-body of my miseries But try for I will hear thee all sit down 't is death To any that shall dare to interrupt him In look gesture or word Mart. And such attention As is due to the last and the best story That ever was deliver'd will become you The griev'd Ordella for all other titles But take away from that having from me Prompted by your last parting groan enquir'd What drew it from you and the cause soon learn'd For she whom barbarism could deny nothing With such prevailing earnestness desir'd it 'T was not in me though it had been my death To hide it from her she I say in whom All was that Athens Rome or warlike Sparta Have registred for good in their best Women But nothing of their ill knowing her self Mark'd out I know not by what power but sure A cruel one to dye to give you children Having first with a setled countenance Look'd up to Heaven and then upon her self It being the next best object and then smil'd As if her joy in death to do you service Would break forth in despight of the much sorrow She shew'd she had to leave you and then taking Me by the hand this hand which I must ever Love better than I have done since she touch'd it Go said she to my Lord and to goe to him Is such a happiness I must not hope for And tell him that he too much priz'd a trifle Made only worthy in his love and her Thankful acceptance for her sake to rob The Orphan Kingdom of such guardians as Must of necessity descend from from him And therefore in some part of recompence Of his much love and to shew to the world That 't was not her fault only but her fate That did deny to let her be the mother Of such most certain blessings yet for proof She did not envy her that happy her That is appointed to them her guick end Should make way for her which no sooner spoke But in a moment this too ready engine Made such a battery in the choisest Castle That ever nature made to defend life That strait it shook and sunk Thier. Stay dares any Presume to shed a tear before me or Ascribe that worth unto themselves to merit To do so for her I have done now on Mart. Fall'n thus once more she smil'd as if that death For her had studied a new way to sever The soul and body without sense of pain And then tell him quoth she what you have seen And with what willingness 't was done for which My last request unto him is that he Would instantly make choice of one most happy In being so chosen to supply my place By whom if heaven bless him with a daughter In my remembrance let it bear my name Which said she dy'd Thier. I hear this and yet live Heart art thou thunder proof will nothing break thee She 's dead and what her entertainment may be In th' other world without me is uncertain And dare I stay here unresolv'd Mart. Oh Sir Brun. Dear son Prot. Great King Thier. Unhand me am I fall'n So low that I have lost the power to be Disposer of my own life Mart. Be but pleas'd To borrow so much time of sorrow as To call to mind her last request for whom I must confess a loss beyond expression You turn your hand upon your self 't was hers And dying hers that you should live and happy In seeing little models of your self By matching with another and will you Leave any thing that she desir'd ungranted And suffer such a life that was laid down For your sake only to be fruitless Thier. Oh thou dost throw charms upon me against which I cannot stop my ears bear witness heaven That not desire of life nor love of pleasure Nor any future comforts but to give Peace to her blessed spirit in satisfying Her last demand makes me defer our meeting Which in my choice and suddain choice shall be To all apparent Brun. How doe I remove one mischief To draw upon my head a greater Thier. Go thou only good man to whom for her self Goodness is dear and prepare to interr it In her that was oh my heart my Ordella A monument worthy to be the casket Of such a jewel Mart. Your command that makes way Unto my absence is a welcome one For but your self there 's nothing here Martel Can take delight to look on yet some comfort Goes back with me to her who though she want it Deserves all blessings Exit Brun. So soon to forget The loss of such a wife believe it will Be censur'd in the world Thier. Pray you no more There is no argment you can use to cross it But does increase in me such a suspition I would not cherish who 's that Enter Memberge Memb. One no
no now doe I feel that strain'd strugling within me that I think I could prophesie Mer. The Gentleman is meditating Laza. Hunger valour love ambition are alike pleasing and let our Philosophers say what they will are one kind of heat only hunger is the safest ambition is apt to fall love and valour are not free from dangers only hunger begotten of some old limber Courtier in pan'de hose and nurs'd by an Attourneys wife now so thriven that he need not fear to be of the great Turks guard is so free from all quarrels and dangers so full of hopes joyes and ticklings that my life is not so dear to me as his acquaintance Enter Lazarello's boy Boy Sir the Fish head is gone Laza. Then be thou henceforth dumb with thy ill-boding voice Farewell Millain farewell Noble Duke Farewell my fellow Courtiers all with whom I have of yore made many a scrambling meal In corners behind Arasses on stairs And in the action oftentimes have spoil'd Our Doublets and our Hose with liquid stuff Farewell you lusty Archers of the Guard To whom I now doe give the bucklers up And never more with any of your coat Will eat for wagers now you happy be When this shall light upon you think on me You sewers carvers ushers of the court Sirnamed gentle for your fair demean Here I doe take of you my last farewell May you stand stifly in your proper places and execute your offices aright Farewell you Maidens with your mother eke Farewell you courtly Chaplains that be there All good attend you may you never more Marry your Patrons Ladys wayting-woman But may you raised be by this my fall May Lazarillo suffer for you all Merc. Sir I was hearkning to you Laz. I will hear nothing I will break my knife the Ensign of my former happy state knock out my teeth have them hung at a Barbers and enter into Religion Boy Why Sir I think I know whither it is gone Laza. See the rashness of man in his nature whither I do unsay all that I have said go on go on Boy I humble my self and follow thee Farewell Sir Mer. Not so Sir you shall take a piece of Beef with me Laz. I cannot stay Mer. By my say but you shall Sir in regard of your love to learning and your kill in the black Art Laz. I do hate learning and I have no skill in black Art I would I had Mer. Why your desire is sufficient to me you shall stay Laz. The most horrible and detested curses that can be imagined light upon all the professors of that Art may they be drunk and when they goe to conjure and reel in the Circle may the spirits by them rais'd tear 'em in pieces and hang their quarters on old broken walls and Steeple tops Mer. This speech of yours shews you to have some skill in the Science wherefore in civilitie I may not suffer you to depart empty Laz. My stomach is up I cannot endure it I will fight in this quarrell as soon as for my Prince Draws his Rapier Exeunt Omnes Room make way Hunger commands my valour must obey Actus Tertius Scaena Prima Enter Count and Arrigo. Count. IS the Duke private Arr. He is alone but I think your Lordship may enter Exit Count Enter Gondarino Gond. Who 's with the Duke Arr. The Count is new gone in but the Duke will come forth before you can be weary of waiting Gond. I will attend him here Arr. I must wait without the door Exit Arrigo. Gond. Doth he hope to clear his Sister she will come no more to my house to laugh at me I have sent her to a habitation where when she shall be seen it will set a gloss upon her name yet upon my soul I have bestow'd her amongst the purest hearted creatures of her sex and the freest from dissimulation for their deeds are all alike only they dare speak what the rest think the women of this age if there be any degrees of comparison amongst their sex are worse than those of former times for I have read of women of that truth spirit and constancy that were they now living I should endure to see them but I fear the writers of the time belied them for how familiar a thing is it with the Poets of our age to extoll their whores which they call Mistresses with heavenly praises but I thank their furies and their craz'd brains beyond belief nay how many that would fain seem serious have dedicated grave Works to Ladies toothless hollow-ey'd their hair shedding purple fac'd their nails apparently coming off and the bridges of their noses broken down and have call'd them the choice handy works of nature the patterns of perfection and the wonderment of Women Our Women begin to swarm like Bees in the Summer as I came hither there was no pair of stairs no entry no lobby but was pestred with them methinks there might be some course taken to destroy them Enter Arrigo and an old deaf countrey Gentlewoman suitor to the Duke Arri. I do accept your money walk here and when the Duke comes out you shall have sit opportunity to deliver your petition to him Gentlew. I thank you heartily I pray you who 's he that walks there Ar. A Lord and a Soldier one in good favour with the Duke if you could get him to deliver your Petition Gentlew. What do you say Sir Ar. If you could get him to deliver your petition for you or to second you 't were sure Gentlew. I hope I shall live to requite your kindness Ar. You have already Exit Arri. Gentlew. May it please your Lordship Gond. No no. Gentlew. To consider the estate Gond. No. Gentlew. Of a poor oppressed countrey Gentlewoman Gond. No it doth not please my Lordship Gentlew. First and formost I have had great injury then I have been brought up to the Town three times Gond. A pox on him that brought thee to the Town Gentlew. I thank your good Lordship heartily though I cannot hear well I know it grieves you and here we have been delaid and sent down again and fetch'd up again and sent down again to my great charge and now at last they have fetch'd me up and five of my daughters Gond. Enough to damn five worlds Gentlew. Handsome young women though I say it they are all without if it please your Lordship I 'll call them in Gond. Five Women how many of my sences should I have left me then call in five Devils first No I will rather walk with thee alone And hear thy tedious tale of injury And give thee answers whisper in thine ear And make thee understand through thy French hood And all this with tame patience Gentlew. I see your Lordship does believe that they are without and I perceive you are much mov'd at our injury here 's a paper will tell you more Gond. Away Gentlew. It may be you had rather hear me tell it viva
ever writ Language so good mixt with such sprightly wit He made the Theatre so Sovereign With his rare Scaenes he scorn'd this crouching vein We stabb'd him with keen daggers when we pray'd Him write a Preface to a Play well made He could not write these toyes ' twos easier far To bring a Felon to appear at th' Barr So much he hated baseness which this day His Scaenes will best convince you of in 's Play Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter Duke Shamount and four Gentlemen Duke SHamount welcome we have mist thee long Though absent but two days I hope your sports Answer your time and wishes Sham. Very nobly Sir We found game worthy your delight my Lord It was so royal Duke I 've enough to hear on 't Prethee bestow 't upon me in discourse 1 Gent. What is this Gentleman Coz you are a Courtier Therefore know all their insides 2 Gent. No farther than the Tassaty goes good Coz. For the most part which is indeed the best part Of the most general inside marry thus far I can with boldness speak this one mans character And upon honor pass it for a true one He has that strength of manly merit in him That it exceeds his Sovereigns power of gracing He 's faithfully true to valour that he hates The man from Caesar's time or farther off That ever took disgrace unreveng'd And if he chance to read his abject story He tears his memory out and holds it virtuous Not to let shame have so much life amongst us There is not such a curious piece of courage Amongst mans fellowship or one so jealous Of honors loss or repuations glory There 's so much perfect of his growing story 1 Gent. 'T would make one dote on virtue as you tell it 2 Gent. I have told it to much loss believe it Coz. 3 Gent. How the Duke graces him what is he brother 4 Gent. Do you not yet know him a vain-glorious coxcomb As proud as he that fell for 't Set but aside his valour no virtue Which is indeed not fit for any Courtier And we his fellows are as good as he Perhaps as capable of favour too For one thing or another if 't were look'd into Give me a man were I a Sovereign now Has a good stroke of Tennis and a stiff one Can play at AEquinoctium with the Line As even as the thirteenth of September When day and night lie in a scale together Or may I thrive as I deserve at Billiards No otherwise at Chesse or at Primero These are the parts requir'd why not advanc'd Duke Trust me it was no less than excellent pleasure And I 'm right glad 't was thine How fares our kinsman Who can resolve us best 1 Gent. I can my Lord. Duke There if I had a pity without bounds It might be all bestowed A man so lost In the wild ways of passion that he 's sensible Of nought but what torments him 1 Gent. True my Lord He runs through all the Passions of mankind And shifts 'em strangely too one while in love And that so violent that for want of business He 'll court the very Prentice of a Laundress Though she have kib'd heels and in 's melancholly agen He will not brook an Empress though thrice fairer Than ever Maud was or higher spirited Than Cleopatra or your English Countess Then on a suddain he 's so merry again Out laughs a Waiting-woman before her first Child And turning of a hand so angry Has almost beat the Northern fellow blind That is for that use only if that mood hold my Lord Had need of a fresh man I 'll undertake He shall bruise three a month Duke I pity him dearly And let it be your charge with his kind brother To see his moods observ'd let every passion Be fed ev'n to a surfet which in time May breed a loathing let him have enough Of every object that his sence is wrapt with And being once glutted then the taste of folly Will come into his rellish Exit 1 Gent. I shall see Your charge my Lord most faithfuly effected And how does noble Shamount Sham. Never ill man Until I hear of baseness then I sicken I am the healthfull'st man i' th' kingdom else Enter Lapet 1 Gent. Be arm'd then for a fit Here comes a fellow Will make you sick at heart if baseness do 't Sha. Let me be gone what is he 1 Gent. Let me tell you first It can be but a qualm pray stay it out Sir Come y 'ave born more than this Sha. Born never any thing That was injurious 2 Gent. Ha I am far from that Sham. He looks as like a man as I have seen one What would you speak of him speak well I prethee Even for humanities cause 1 Gent. You 'd have it truth though Sham. What else Sir I have no reason to wrong heav'n To favour nature let her bear her own shame If she be faulty 1 Gent. Monstrous faulty there Sir Sham. I 'm ill at ease already 1 Gent. Pray bear up Sir Sham. I prethee let me take him down with speed then Like a wild object that I would not look upon 1 Gent. Then thus he 's one that will endure as much As can be laid upon him Sham. That may be noble I 'm kept too long from his acquaintance 1 Gent. Oh Sir Take heed of rash repentance y' are too forward To find out virtue where it never setl'd Take the particulars first of what he endures Videlicet Bastinadoes by the great Sham. How 1 Gent. Thumps by the dozen and your kicks by wholesale Sham. No more of him 1 Gent. The twinges by the nostril he snuffs up And holds it the best remedy for sneezing Sham. Away 1 Gent. H 'as been thrice switch'd from 7 a clock till 9. Yet with a Cart-Horse stomach fell to breakfast Forgetful of his smart Sham. Nay the disgrace on 't There 's no smart but that base things are felt More by their shames than hurts Sir I know you not But that you live an injury to nature I 'm heartily angry with you Lap. Pray give your blow or kick and begone then For I ne'er saw you before and indeed Have nothing to say to you for I know you not Sham. Why wouldst thou take a blow Lap. I would not Sir Unless 't were offer'd me and if from an enemy I 'd be loth to deny it from a stranger Sham. What a blow Endure a blow and shall he live that gives it Lap. Many a fair year why not Sir Sham. Let me wonder As full a man to see to and as perfect I prethee live not long Lap. How Sham. Let me intreat it Thou dost not know what wrong thou dost mankind To walk so long here not to dye betimes Let me advise thee while thou hast to live here Ev'n for man's honour sake take not a blow more Lap. You should advise them not to strike me then Sir For I 'll take none I
Mont. I humbly pray you will be pleased to pardon And to give satisfaction to you Madam Although I break my heart I will confess That I have wrong'd them too and make submission Lam. No I 'll spare that go bid the Cook haste supper Exit Mont. La-p. Oh brave Lady thou art worthy to have servants to be commandress of a Family that knowest how to use and govern it Lav. You shall have many Mistresses that will so mistake as to take their Horse-keepers and Footmen instead of their Husbands thou art none of those Mal. But she that can make distinction of men and knows when she hath gallants and fellows of rank and quality in her house Lam. Gallants indeed if it be the Gallants fashion To triumph in the miseries of a man Of which they are the cause one that transcends In spight of all that fortune hath or can be done A million of such things as you my doors Stand open to receive all such as wear The shape of Gentlemen and my gentler nature I might say weaker weighs not the expence Of entertainment think you I 'll forget yet What 's due unto my self do not I know That you have dealt with poor Montague but like Needy Commanders cheating Citizens And perjur'd Courtiers I am much mov'd else use not To say so much if you will bear your selves As fits such you would make me think you are You may stay if not the way lies before you Exit Mal. What think you of this Captain La-p. That this is a bawdy-house with Pinacles and Turrets in which this disguised Montague goes to Rut gratis and that this is a landed pandress and makes her house a brothel for charity Mal. Come that 's no miracle but from whence derive you the supposition Lav. Observe but the circumstance you all know that in the height of Mountagues prosperity he did affect and had his love return'd by this Lady Orleans since her divorcement and his decay of estate it is known they have met not so much as his boy but is wanting and that this can be any thing else than a meer plot for their night-work is above my imagination to conceive Mal. Nay it carries probability let us observe it better but yet with such caution as our prying be not discovered here 's all things to be had without cost and therefore good staying here La-p. Nay that 's true I would we might wooe her twenty years like Penelopes sutors come Laverdine Exeunt Malli La Poop Lav. I follow instantly yonder he is Enter Viramor The thought of this boy hath much cool'd my affection to his Lady and by all conjectures this is a disguised whore I will try if I can search this Mine Page Ver. Your pleasure Sir Lav. Thou art a pretty boy Ver. And you a brave man now I am out of your debt Lav. Nay prethee stay Ver. I am in haste Sir Lav. By the faith of a Courtier Ver. Take heed what you say you have taken a strange oath Lav. I have not seen a youth that hath pleased me better I would thou couldst lie me so far as to leave thy Lady and wait on me I would maintain thee in the bravest cloaths Ver. Though you took them up on trust or bought 'em at the Brokers Lav. Or any way then thy imployments should be so neat and cleanly thou shouldst not touch a pair of pantables in a month and thy lodging Ver. Should be in a brothel Lav. No but in mine arms Ver. That my be the circle of a Bawdy-house or worse Lev. I mean thou should'st lye with me Ver. Lie with you I had rather lye with my Ladies Monkey 't was never a good world since our French Lords learned of the Neapolitans to make their Pages their Bed-fellows doth more heart to the Suburb Ladies than twenty dead vacations 'T is supper time Sir Exit Veram Lav. I thought so I know by that 't is a woman for because peradventure she hath made trial of the Monkey she prefers him before me as one unknown well these are standing creatures and have strange desires and men must use strange means to quenceh strange fires Exit Actus Quartus Scaena Prima Enter Montague alone in mean habit Mont. NOw Montague who discerns thy spirit now Thy breeding or thy bloud here 's a poor cloud Eclipseth all thy splendor who can read In thy pale face dead eye or lenten shute The liberty thy ever-giving hand Hath bought for others manacling it self In gyves of parchment indissoluble The greatest hearted man supplyed with means Nobility of birth and gentlest parts I thought the right hand of his Sovereign If virtue quit her seat in his high soul Glitters but like a Palace set on fire Whose glory whilst it shines but ruins him And his bright show each hour to ashes tending Shall at the last be rak'd up like a sparkle Unless mens lives and fortunes feed the slame Not for my own wants though blame I my Stars But suffering others to cast love on me When I can neither take nor thankful be My Ladies woman fair and virtuous Young as the present month sollicites me For love and marriage now being nothing worth Enter Veramour Ver. Oh! Master I have sought you a long hour Good faith I never joy'd out of your sight For Heavens sake Sir be merry or else bear The buffets of your fortunes with more scorn Do but begin to rail teach me the way And I 'll sit down and help your anger forth I have known you wear a suit full worth a Lordship Give to a man whose need ne'er frighted you From calling of him friend five hundred Crowns E'er sleep had left your sences to consider Your own important present uses yet Since I have seen you with a tencher wait Void of all scorn therefore I 'll wait on you Mont. Would Heaven thou wert less honest Ver. Would to Heaven you were less worthy I am ev'n w' e Sir Mon. Is not thy Master strangely fall'n when thou Servest for no wages but for charity Thou dost surcharge me with thy plenteous love The goodness of thy virtue shown to me More opens still my disability To quit thy pains credit me loving boy A free and honest nature may be opprest Tir'd with courtesies from a liberal spirit When they exceed his means of gratitude Ver. But 't is a due in him that to that end Extends his love or duty Mont. Little world Of virtue why dost love and follow me Ver. I will follow you through all Countreys I 'll run fast as I can by your horse side I 'll hold your stirrop when you do alight And without grudging wait till you return I 'll quit offer'd means and expose my self To cold and hunger still to be with you Fearless I 'll travel through a wilderness And when you are weary I will lay me down That in my bosom you may rest your head Where whilst you sleep I 'll watch that