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The vvise-woman of Hogsdon A comedie. As it hath been sundry times acted with great applause. Written by Tho: Heyvvood.
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Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.
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M. Boyster Boyst. Somewhat Chart. You will not acquaint me with your businesse Boyst. No I am in love my head is full of Proclamations There is a thing call'd a Virgin Nature hath shewed her Art in making her Court her I cannot but I le doe as I may Chart. Doe you goe or stay sir Senc. Goe Exit Sencer. Chart. You before I le follow He thinkes with his blunt humour to enter as farre as I with my sharpe No my true Trojan no There is a faire sweet modest rogue her name is Luce with this Dandiprat this pretty little Apes face is yon blunt fellow in love and no marvell for shee hath a Browe bewitching Eyes ravishing and a Tongue enchanting And indeed shee hath no fault in the world but one and that is shee is honest and were it not for that shee were the onely sweet Rogue in Christendome As I live I love her extreamely and to enjoy her would give any thing But the foole stands in her owne light and will doe nothing without Marriage but what should I doe marrying I can better indure Gives than Bands of Matrimonie But in this Meditation I am glad I have wonne my Money againe Nay and shee may be glad of it too for the Girle is but poore and in my pockett I have layd up a Stocke for her 't is put to use alreadie And if I meete not with a Dyce-house or an Ordinary by the way no question but I may increase it to a summe Well I le unto the Exchange to buy her some prettie Noveltie That done I le visite my little Rascall and sollicite instantly Exeunt Actus primus Scena secunda Enter Luce in a Semsters shop at worke vpon a lac'd Handkercher and Joseph a Prentice Luce. Where is my Father Ioseph Ioseph Mistresse above And prayes you to attend below a little Luce. I doe not love to sit thus publikely And yet upon the traffique of our Wares Our provident Eyes and presence must still wayte Doe you attend the shop I le ply my worke I see my father is not jelous of me That trusts mee to the open view of all The reason is hee knowes my thoughts are chast And my care such as that it needes the awe Of no strict Overseer Enter M. Boyster Boyst. Yonder 's Luce Save thee Luce. And you too sir y' are welcom want you ought I pray in which our Trade may furnish you Boyst. Yes Luce. Ioseph shew the Gentleman Boyst. T is heere that I would buy Luce. What doe you meane sir speak what i st you lack I pray you wherefore doe you fixe your eyes So firmely in my face what would you have Boyst. Thee Luce. Mee Boyst. Yes thee Luce. Your pleasure is to jest and so I take it Pray give me leave sir to intend my worke Boyst. You are fayre Luce. You flout mee Boyst. You are goe too you are I de vexe him that should say the contrary Luce. Well you may say your pleasure Boyst. I love thee Luce. Oh Sir Boyst. As I live I doe Luce. Now as I am a true Maid The most religious oath that I dare sweare I hold my selfe indebted to your love And I am sorry there remaines in mee No power how to requite it Boyst. Love mee prethee now doe if thou canst Luce. I cannot Boyst. Prethee if thou canst Luce. Indeed I cannot Boyst. Yet aske thine heart and see what may be done Luce. In troth I am sorry you should spend a sigh For my sake unrequited or a teare Ey or a word Boyst. 'T is no matter for my words they are not many And those not very wise one's neither Luce. Yet I beseech you spend no more in vaine I scorne you not Disdaines as farre from mee As are the two Poles distant therefore Sir Because I would not hold you in suspence But tell you what at first to trust unto Thus in a word I must not fancie you Boyst. Must-not Luce. I cannot nor I may not Boyst. I am gone Thou hast given me Luce a Bone to gnaw upon Exit Luce Alas that Beauty should be sought of more Then can injoy it might I have my wish I would seeme faire but onely in his eye That should possesse mee in a Nuptiall tye Enter yong Master Chattley with Gloues Ring Purse etc. Chartl. Morrow Luce In exchange of this kisse see what I have brought thee from the Exchange Luce. What meane you Sir by this Chart. Guesse that by the circumstance here 's a Ring weare 't for my sake twenty Angels pocket them you foole come come I know thou art a Maid say nay and take them Luce. Sweet Master Chartley doe not fasten on me More then with ease I can shake off your Gift I reverence yet refuse and I pray tell mee Why doe you make so many Errands hither Send me so many Letters fasten on me So many favours what 's your meaning in 't Char. Harke in thine eare I le tell thee nay heare me out is 't possible so soft a body should have so hard a soule Nay now I know my penance you will be angry and schoole me for tempting your modesty a figge for this modesty it hinders many a good man from many a good turne that 's all the good it doth If thou but knewst Luce how I love thee thou wouldst be farre more tractable Nay I barre chiding when you speake I le stop thy lips if thou dost but offer an angry word by this hand I le do 't and with this hand too Goe to now what say you Luce. Sir if you love me as you say you doe Shew me the fruits thereof Chart. The stocke I can thou maist see the fruits hereafter Luce. Can I beleeve you love mee when you seeke The ship wrack of mine Honour Chart. Honour there 's another word to flap in a mans mouth Honour what shouldst thou and I stand upon our Honour that were neither of us yet Right Worshipfull Luce. I am sorry Sir I have lent so large an eare To such a bad discourse and I protest After this houre never to doe the like I must confesse of all the Gentlemen That ever courted mee you have possest The best part in my thoughts but this course language Exiles you quite from thence Sir had you come In stead of changing this mine honest name Into a Strumpets to have honoured me With the chaste Title of a Modest Wife I had reserv'd an eare for all your suits But since I see your rudenesse finds no limit I leave you to your lust Chart. You shall not Luce Luce. Then keepe your tongue within more moderate bounds Chart. I will as I am vertuous I will I told you the second word would be Marriage It makes a man forfeit his Freedome and makes him walke ever after with a Chaine at his heeles or a Iack-an-Apes hanging at his elbow Marriage is like Dedalus his labyrinth and being once in there 's no finding the way
of yeares Chart. Will you but heare mee Father Not in this case I that have liv'd thus long Reported well esteem'd a welcome Guest At every burthen'd Table there respected Now to be held a Pander to my Daughter That I should live to this Chart. But harke you Father Father A Bawd to mine owne child Chart. Father Father To my sweet Luce Chart. Father Father Deale with me like a Son then call me Father I that have had the tongues of every man Ready to crowne my Reputation The hands of all my Neighbours to subscribe To my good like and such as could not write Ready with Palsie and unlettered fingers To set their scribbling markes Chart. Why Father in Law Father Thou hadst a Mother Luce 't is woe with me To say thou hadst but hast not a kind Wife And a good Nurse she was she had she liv'd To heare my name thus canvast and thus toss'd Seven yeares before she dy'd I had beene a Widower Seven yeares before I was Heaven rest her soule Shee is in Heaven I hope Hee wipes his eyes Chart. Why so now these be good words I knew these stormes would have a showre and then they would cease Now if your anger be over heare me Father Well say on Son Chart. Stay but a Moneth 't is but foure Weekes nay 't is February the shortest Moneth of the yeare and in that time I shall be at full age and the Land being intail'd my Father can dis-inherit mee of nothing Is your spleene downe now Have I satisfied you Well I see you chollericke hasty men are the kindest when all is done Here 's such wetting of Hand-kerchers hee weepes to thinke of his Wife shee weepes to see her Father cry Peace foole wee shall else have thee claime kindred of the Woman kill'd with kindnesse Father Well Son my anger 's past yet I must tell you It grieves mee that you should thus slight it off Concerning us no such a deere degree In private be it spoke my Daughter tels me Shee 's both a Wife and Maid Chart That may be help't Now Luce your Fathers pacifi'd will you be pleas'd I would indure a Quarters punishment for thee and wilt not thou suffer a poore Moneths penance for mee 'T is but eight and twenty dayes Wench thou shalt fare well all the time drinke well eate well lie well come one word of comfort at the later end of the day Luce. Yours is my fame mine honour and my heart Link't to your pleasure and shall never part Chart. Gramercie Wench thou shalt weare this chaine no longer for that word I le multiply the linkes in such order that it shall have light to shine about thy necke oftener then it doth this jewell a plaine Bristowe stone a counterfeit How base was I that comming to thee in the way of Marriage courted thee with counterfeit stones Thou shalt weare right or none thou hast no money about thee Luce Luce. Yes Sir I have the hundred pounds that you gave me to lay up last Chart. Fetch it let mee see how much branch'd Sattin goes to a Petticoat and how much wrought Velvet to a Gowne then for a Bever for the Citie and a Blackbagge for the Country I le promise her nothing but if any such trifles bee brought home let her not thanke mee for them Enter Luce with the Bagge Gramercie Luce Nay goe in Gravitie and Modestie ten to one but you shall heare of mee e're you see mee againe Father I know you kinde impute my hastie Language unto my rage not mee Chart. Why doe not I know you and doe not I know her I doubt you 'l wish shortly that I had never knowne either of you now what sayst thou my sweet Luce Luce. My words are yours so is my life I am now part of your selfe so made by Nuptiall vowes Chart. What a Pagan am I to practise such villany against this honest Christian If Gratiana did come into my thoughts I should fall into a vaine 'to pittie her but now that I talk of her I have a tongue to wooe her Tokens to win her and that done if I doe not find a tricke both to weare her and wearie her it may prove a piece of a Wonder Thou seest Luce I have some store of Crownes about me there are brave things to be bought in the Citie Cheapside and the Exchange afford varietie and raritie This is all I will say now but thou mayest heare more of mee hereafter Exit Luce. Heaven speed you where you goe Sir shall we in Though not from scandall wee live free from Sin Father I le in before Exit Enter Master Boyster Boyst. I am still in love with Luce and I would know An answer more directly fie fie this Love Hangs on me like an Ague makes me turne foole Coxcombe and Asse why should I love her why A Rattle-Baby Puppit a slight toy And now I could goe to buffets with my selfe And cuffe this Love away but see that 's Luce Luce. I cannot shun him but I le shake him off Boyst. Morrow Luce. As much to you Boyst. I 'le use few words Canst love me Luce. Deed Sir no Boyst. Why the farewell the way I came I le goe Exit Luce. This is no tedious Courtship hee 's soone answer'd So should all Sutors else bee were they wise For being repulst they doe but waste their dayes In thanklesse suites and superficiall praise Enter Boyster againe Boyst. Sweare that thou wilt not love me Luce. Not Sir for any hate I ever bare you Or any foolish pride or vaine conceite Or that your feature doth not please mine eye Or that you are not a brave Gentleman But for concealed reasons I am forc'd To give you this cold answer and to sweare I must not then with patience pray forbeare Boyst. Even farewell then Exit Luce. The like to you and save your hopes in me Heaven grant you your best wishes all this strife Will end it selfe when I am knowne a Wife Exeunt Explicit Actus tertius Actus 4us Scena prima Enter Sir Harry M. Harringsfield Gratiana with others Sir Harry I am satisfied good M. Harringsfield touching your friend and since I see you haue left his dangerous company I limit you to bee a welcome guest vnto my Table Harring. You haue bin alwayes noble Enter Taber Sir Harry Taber the newes with thee Taber May it please the right worshipfull to vnderstand that there are some at the Gate who dance a turne or two without and desire to bee admitted to speake with you within Sir Harry The Scholler is it not Taber Nay sir there are two Schollers and they are spowting Latin one against the other And in my simple Iudgement the stranger is the better Scholler and is somewhat too hard for sir Boniface For he speakes lowder and that you know is ever the signe of the most learning and hee also hath a great desire to serue your Worship Sir Harry Two schollers