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Amends for ladies VVith the humour of roring. A comedie. As it was acted at the Blacke Fryers, both by the Princes seruants, and the Lady Elizabeths. By Nat. Field.
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Field, Nathan, 1587-1620?
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hart More mortallie than his vnsparing dart Brother Let me speake for the Boy Ing. To what end loue No I will sue to him to follow me Introth I loue thy sweet condition And may liue to informe thy Lady of thee Come in drie drie thine eies respit thy woe The effects of causes crowne or ouerthrow Enter Lo. PROVD Lo. FEESIM WEL-TRI'D Ma. SELDOME WIDD BOVLD pinning in a Ruffe WIFE Proud S'light what should be become of her you sweare she past not forth of dores and i' th house she is not Widd. Did you not see her Princox Proud This same Bawd has brought her letters from some yonger brother and she is stole away Bould Bawd I defie you indeed your Lordship thinkes you may make Bawds of whom you please I 'le take my oath vpon a booke since I met her in the necessarie house i' th morning I ne're set eye on her Grace Shee went not out of dores Proud Sure shee has an inuisible ring Feesi Marrie she 's the honester woman for some of their ring are visible enough the more shame for them still say I let the pond at Islington be search't goe to there 's more haue drown'd themselues for loue this yeare then you are aware of Proud Pish you are a foole Welt. S'hart call him foole againe Feesi. By this light and I will as soone as euer you haue shew'd me the Swaggerers Wife Her clothes are all younder my Lord Grace And euen those same she had on to day Proud Madam where is your Husband Wife Rid into the Countrie Feesi. O' my conscience rid into France with your sister Omnes Away away for shame Feesi. Why I hope she is not the first Ladie that has run away with other womens husbands Welt. It may be shee 's stolne out to see a play Proud Who should goe with her man Wid. Vpon my life you 'll heare on her at Master Ingens house some loue past betwixt them and we heard that he was married to day to another Proud S'hart I le go see Exit Proudly Welt. Come to the Swaggerers Exeunt Feesi Welt. Feesi. Mercy vpon me a man or a Lord now Omnes Heere 's a quoile with a Lord and his sister Wid. Princox hast not thou pin'd in that Ruffe yet ah how thou fumblest Bould Troth Madam I was ne're brought vp to it t' is Chamber-maids work and I haue euer liu'd Gentlewoman And beene vs'd accordingly Exeunt Actus tertius Enter HVSBAND and SVBTLE Subt. SHee 's a rare wife beleeue it Sir were all such Wee neuer should haue false inheritors Husb. Pish friend there is no woman in the world Can hould out in the end If youth shape wit Met in one subiect doe assault her aptlie For fayling once you must not faint but trie Another way the path of womens minds Are crooked and diuerse they haue by-waies To leade you to the Pallace of their pleasures And you must wooe discreetely first obserue The disposition of her you attempt If shee be sprightly and heroicall Possesse her that you are valiant and haue spirit Talke nothing but of beating euery man That is your hinderance though you doe not doe it Or dare not t' is no matter Be shee free And of a liberall soule giue bounteously To all the seruants let your angels flye About the roome although you borrow'd 'em If shee be wittie so must your discourse Get wit what shift so'ere you make for it Though 't cost you all your land and then a song Or two is not amisse although you buy 'em There 's many in the Towne will furnish you Subt. But still I tell you you must vse her roughly Beate her face black and blew take all her cloth's And giue them to some Punke this will be ground For me to worke vpon Husb. All this I haue done I 〈…〉 her now as bare that should I die Her fortune ô my conscience would be To marrie some Tobacco-man shee has nothing But an old black-woorke wastcote which would serue Exceeding wel to fit i' th shop and light Pipes for the lowzie Footmen and sweete friend First heere 's a jewell to present her then Heere is a Sonnet writ against my selfe Which as thine owne thou shalt accost her with Farewell and happie successe attend thee Exit Subt. Ha ha ha he reads Faire'd still wilt thou be true To a man so false to thee Did be lend a Husbands due Thou did'st owe him loyaltie But will curses wants and blowes Breed no change in thy white soule Be not a foole to thy first vowes Since his breach doth thy faith controle No beautie else could be so chast Thinke not thou honour'st women then Since by thy conscience all disgrac't Are rob'd of the deare loues of men Then grant me my desire that vow to proue A reall husband his adulterate loue Tooke euer man more paines to be a Cuckold Oh! monstrous age where men themselues we see Studie and pay for their owne infamie Exit Enter INGEN MAID PROVDLY BROTHER like a woman swords drawen Proud Giue me my sister I le haue her forth thy heart Ing. No earthly Lord can pull her out of that Till he haue pluckt my heart first out my Lord Wer 't not inhospitable I could wrong you heere In mine owne house I am so full of woe For your lost sister that by all my ioyes Hop't for in her my heart weepes teares of bloud A whiter virgine and a worthier Had ne're creation Leda's Swan was black To her virginitie and immaculate thoughts Proud Where hast thou hid her giue her me againe For by the God of vengeance be she lost The female hate shall spring betwixt our names Shall neuer die while one of either house Suruiues our children shall at seuen yeares olde Strike kniues in one another Ing. Let Hell gape And take me quick if I know where she is But am so charg'd with sorrow for her losse Being one cause of it as no doubt I am That I had rather fal vpon my sword Offering to kill himselfe Then breath a minute longer Broth. Oh sir hold Proud Thou shalt not neede I haue a sword to bathe In thy false blood inhumane murderer Maid Good Sir be pacified I 'le goe I 'le run Many a mile to finde your sister out Shee neuer was so desperate of grace By violence to rob her selfe of life And so her soule in danger comfort Sir Shee 's but retir'd somewhere on my life Ing. Preethee let me alone To his Brother Doe I stand to defend that wretched life That is in doubt of hers heere worthy Lord Behold a breast fram'd of thy sisters loue Hew it for thou shalt strike but on a stock Since she is gone that was the cause it liu'd Proud Out false dissembler are not married Ing. No behold it is my yonger brother drest Plucks off his headtir A man no woman that hath guld the world Intended for a happier euent Than this that follow'd that she now is
a nose to put it through d ee heart blow your face sirra Tear You le pledge me Sir Wilt. Indeede I will not Tear Dame me hee shall not then Tear Lord vse your owne words Dame me is mine I am knowne by it all the towne o're d' ee heare Fee It is as free for mee as you d' ee here Patch Tear I haue paid more for 't Welt. Nay I le beare him witnesse in a truth his soule lies for t my Lord Spilb. Wel-tri'd you are growne proud since you got good Clothes and haue follow'd your Lord Strikes they scuffle Whoore. I haue knowne you lowzie Wel trid Welt. Rorer you lie Draw and fight throw pots and stooles Dr. Oh Iesu All Sw. Zoones cleaue or be cleft pell mell slash armes and legges Fee Hart let me alone with 'em Breake off Welt. Why now thou art a worthy wight indeed a Lord a Lorne Fee I am a mad man looke is not that one of their heads Welt. Fie no my Lord Fee Dam me but t is I would not wish you to crosse me a purpose if you haue anie thing to say to me so I am readie Welt. Oh braue Lord manie a rorer thus is made by wine come it is one of their heads my Lord Fee Why so then I will haue my humour if you loue me let 's goe breake windowes somewhere Welt. Drawer take your plate for the reckoning there 's some of their cloakes I will be no shot-log to such Draw Gods blessing o' your heart for thus ridding the house of them Exeunt Actus quarti Scaena prima Enter WIDDOVV vndrest a sword in her hand and BOVLD in his shirt as started from bed Wid. Vnciuill man if I should take thy life It were not to be weigh'd with thy attempt Thou hast for euer lost mee Bould Maddam why Can loue beget losse Doe I couet you Vnlawfully Am I an vnfit man To make an husband of Send for a Priest First consummate the match and then to bed Without more trouble Wid. No I will not doe 't Bould Why you confest to mee as you'r Gentlewoman I was the man your heart did most affect That you did doate vpon my minde and body Wid. So by the sacred and inuiolate knot Of marriage I doe but will not wed thee Bould Why yet inioy me now Consider Lady That little but blest time I was in bed Although I lay as by my sisters side The world is apt to censure otherwise So 't is necessitie that wee marry now Wid. Pish I regard not at a straw the world Fame from the tongues of men doth iniury Oftner then Iustice and as conscience Onely makes guilty persons not report For shew we cleare as springs vnto the world If our owne knowledge doe not make vs so That is no satisfaction to our selues So stand wee ne're so leprous to mens eye It cannot hurt hart-knowne integritie You haue trusted to that fond opinion This is the way to haue a widdow-hood By getting to her bed Ahlas young man Should'st thou thy selfe tell thy companions Thou hadst dishonour'd mee as you men haue tongues Forked and venom'd 'gainst our subiect sexe It should not moue me that know 't is not so Therefore depart Truth be my vertuous shield Bould Few widdowes would doe thus Wid. All modest would Bould To be in bed and in possession Euen of the marke I aim'd at and goe off Foild and disgrac't come come you 'll laugh at me Behind my back publish I wanted spirit And mock me to the Ladies call me childe Say you denide me but to trie the heate And zeale of my affection toward you Then clap't vp with a rime as for example Hee coldly loues retires for one vaine triall For wee are yeelding when we make deniall Wid. Seruant I make no question from this time You 'll hold a more reuerent opinion Of some that weare long coates and t is my pride To assure you that there are amongst vs good And with this continencie if you goe away I 'le be so farre from thinking it defect That I will hold you worthiest of men Bould S'hart I am Tantalus my long'd for fruit Bobs at my lips yet still it shrinks from me Haue not I that which men say neuer failes To o'recome any oportunitie Come come I am too cold in my assault By all the vertues that yet euer were In man or woman I with reuerence Doe loue thee Ladie but will be no foole To let occasion slip her fore-top from me Wid. You will faile this way to vpon my knees I doe desire thee to preserue thy vertues And with my teares my honor t' is as bad To loose our worths to them or to deceaue Who haue held worthy opinions of vs As to betray trust all this I implore For thine owne sake not mine as for my selfe If thou bee'st violent by this stupid night And all the mischiefes her darke wombe hath bred I 'le raise the house I 'le crie a rape Bo. I hope you will not hang me that were murther Ladie A greater sinne then lying with me sure Wid. Come flatter not your selfe with argument I will exclaime the law hangs you not I Or if I did I had rather farre confound The deerest bodie in the world to me Then that that bodie should confound my soule Bould Your soule ahlas Mistresse are you so fond To thinke her generall destruction Can be procur'd by such a naturall act Which beasts are borne to and haue priuiledge in Fie fie if this could be farre happier Are sensitiue soules in their creation Than man the prince of creatures thinke you Heauen Regards such mortall deeds or punisheth Those acts for which he hath ordained vs Wid. You argue like an Atheist man is neuer The prince of creatures as you call him now But in his reason faile that he is worse Than Horse or Dog or beasts of wildernesse And t is that reason teacheth vs to doe Our actions vnlike them then that which you Termed in them a priuiledge beyond vs The basenesse of their being doth expresse Compar'd to ours Horses Buls and Swine Doe leape their Dams because man does not so Shall we conclude his making happilesse Bould You put me downe yet will not put me downe I am too gentle some of you I haue heard Loue not these words but force to haue it done As they sing prick-song e'ne at the first sight Wid. Go too keep off by Heauen and Earth I 'le call else Bould How if no bodie heare you Wid. If they doe not I 'le kill you with mine owne hand neuer stare Or failing that fall on this sword my selfe Bould Oh widdow wonderfull if thou bee'st not honest Now God forgiue my mother and my sisters Thinke but how finely Madam vndiscouer'd For euer you and I might liue all day your Gentlewoman To doe you seruice but all night your man To doe you seruice newnesse of the trick If nothing else might stirre ye Wid. T' is