if she scolde hee le fight and if he quarrell shee le take vp the bucklers shee 's fire and hee 's brimstone must not there be hot doeings then thinke you On. They le prooue Turtles for their hearts being so like they cannot choose but bee louing Iul. Turtles Turkie-cocks for Gods love le ts intreate the Duke my brother to make a lawe that wheresoeuer Sir Owen and his Ladie dwell the next neighbour may alwaies be Constable least the peace bee broken for theyl 'e doe nothing but cry arme arme arme Far. I thinke sir Owen would die rather then loose her loue Iul. So thinke not I On. I should for Iulia if I were Iulies husband Iul. Therefore Iulia shal not be Onophries wife for I le have none die for me I like not that coloure Far. Yes for your love you would Iulia Iul. No nor yet for my hate Farneze Vrc. Would you not haue men loue you swéet mistris Iul. No not I fye vpon it sweet seruant On. Would you wish men to hate you Iul. Yes rather then loue me of al saints I loue not to serue mistris Venus Far. Then I prceiue you meane to leade apes in hell Iul. That spitefull prouerbe was proclaim'd against them that are marryed vpon earth for to be married is to liue in a kinde of hell Far. I as they doe at barlibreake Iul. Your wife is your ape and that heauie burthen wedlocke your Iacke an Apes clog therefore I le not be tyed too 't Master Farneze sweet virginitie is that inuisible God-head that turns into Angells that makes vs saints on earth and starres in heauen heere Uirgins seeme goodly but there glorious In heauen is no wooing yet all there are louely in heauen are no weddings yet al ther are louers On. Let vs sweet Madame turne earth into heauen by being all louers heere to Iul. So we doe to an earthly heauen we turne it On. Nay but deare Iulia tel vs why so much you hate to enter into the lists of this same combat Martimonie Iul. You may well call that a combat for indéede marriage is nothing else but a battaile of loue a friendly fighting a kinde of fauourable terrible warre but you erre Onophrio in thinking I hate it I deale by marriage as some Indians doe the Sunne adore it and reuerence it but dare not stare on it for feare I be starke blinde you three are batchellers and being sicke of this maiden-head count al thinges bitter which the phisicke of a single life minnisters vnto you you imagine if you could mak the armes of faire Ladies the spheres of your hearts good hearts then you were in heaven oh but Batchilers take heede you are no sooner in that heauen but you straite slip into hell Far. As long as I haue a beautifull Ladie to torment me I care not Vrc. Nor I the sweetnes of her lookes shall make me rellish any punnishment On. Except the punnishment of the horne Vrcenze put that in Iul. Nay hee were best put that by Lord Lord see what vnthrifts this loue makes vs if he once but get into our mouthes hee labours to turne our tongues to clappers and to ring all in at Cupids Church when we were better to bite off our tōgues so we may thrust him out Cupid is sworne enemie to time he that looseth time I can tell you looseth a friend Par. I a bald friend Iu. Therefore my good seruants if you weare my liuerie cast of this loose vpper coate of loue bee ashamde to waite vppon a boy a wag a blinde boy a wanton My brother the Duke wants our companies t is Idlenes and loue makes you captaines to this solitarines followe me loue not I le teach you how to find libertie All We obey to follow you but not to loue you no renounce that obedience Exeunt Enter the Marquesse and Furio Marq. Furio Fur. My Lorde Marq. Thy faith I oft have tride thy faith I credits For I haue found it sollid as the rocke No babbling eccho sits vpon thy lips For silence euen in speach doth seale them vp Wilt thou be trustie Furio to thy Lorde Fur. I will Marq. It is enough those words I will Yeelds sweeter musicke then the gilded sounds Which chatting parrats long toung'd sicophants Send from the organs of their siren voice Grissill my wife thou seest beare in her wombe The ioy of marriage Furio I protest My loue to her is as the heate to fire Her loue to mée as beautie to the Sunne Inseperable adiuncts in one word So dearely loue I Grissill that my life Shall end when she doth ende to be my wife Fur. T is well done Marq. Yet is my bosome burnt vp with desires To trie my Grissils patience I le put on A wrinckled forehead and turne both mine eyes Into two balles of fire and claspe my hand Like to a mace of Iron to threaten death But Furio when that hand lifts up to strike It shall flie open to embrace my loue Yet Grissill must not knowe this all my words Shall smack of wormewood all my deeds of gall My tongue shall iarre my hart be musicall Yet Grissill must not knowe this Enter Grissill Fur. Not for me Marq. Furio My triall is thy secrecie Yonder she comes on goes this maske of frownes Tell her I am angrie men men trie your wiues Loue that abides sharpe tempests sweetely thriues Fur. My Lorde is angry Gris. Angry the heauēs foresēd with whō for what Is it with mee Fur. Not me Gris. May I presume To touch the vaine of that sad discontent Which swels vpon my deare Lords angrie browe Marq. Away away Gris. Oh chide me not away Your handmaid Grissill with vnuexed thoughts And with an vnrepining soule will beare The burden of all sorrowes of all woe Before the smallest griefe should wound you so Marq. I am not beholding to your loue for this Woman I loue thee not thine eyes to mine Are eyes of Basiliskes they murder me Gris. Suffer me to part hence I le teare them out Because they worke such treason to my loue Marq. Talke not of loue I hate thee more thē poyson That stickes vpon the aires infected winges Exhald vp by the hot breath of the Sunne T is for thy sake that speckled infamie Sits like a screech-owle on my honoured brest To make my subiects stare and mocke at mee They sweare they le neuer bend their awfull knees To the base issue of the begger wombe T is for thy sake they curse me raile at me Thinkst thou then I can loue thee oh my soule Why didst thou builde this mountaine of my shame Why lye my ioyes buried in Grissills name Gri. My gracious Lorde Marq. Call not me gracious Lorde See woman heere hangs vp thine auncestrie The monuments of thy nobillitie This is thy russet gentrie coate and crest Thy earthen honors I will neuer hide Because this bridle shall pull in thy pride Gris. Poore Grissill is not proud of
drudge Loade me I pray thee I am borne to beare Lau. But I le no longer beare a logger head Thus I le cast downe his fewell in dispight So though my heart be sad my shoulder 's light Gri. Alas what doe you brother see you not Our dread Lord yonder come performe his will Oh in a subiect this is too too ill Marq. What mean'st thou fellow to cast downe thy loade Lau. I have cast downe my burthen not my loade The loade of your grosse wrongs lyes héere like leade Marq. What fellow is this Gris. Your handmaid Grissils brother Marq. Take him away into the Posters lodge Lau. Lodge me in dungeons I will still exclaime On Gwalters cursed acts and hated name Exit with Marq. Marq. Grissill Take you his load and beare it in Ba. Oh tiger minded monstrous Marquesse make thy Ladie a collier Marq. What 's that that villiane prates so Bab. God blesse the noble Marquesse Marq. Sirha take you his coales Grissill depart Returne but beare that first Gris. With all my heart Exeunt Gris. and Ba. grinning at him Marq. Stay you Ianicola I haue heard you sing Ian I could haue sung when I was free from care Marq. What grief can in your aged bosome lie Ian. Griefe that I am vngratious in your eye Ba. Then would he not desire your company Enter Grissill Marq. Ianicola here is a bridall song Play you the Larke to greete my blessed sunne Grissill are you return'd play you the morning To leade forth Gratiana my bright bride Goe in and waite on her Ianicola Sing Hymeneus himmes Musicke I say Exit Grissill Ow. Tawsone Tawsone Cozens aul and here harmonies and sol faes The Song Song Beautie arise shew foorth thy glorious shining Thine eyes feed Loue for them he standeth pyning Honour and youth attend to doe their duetie To thee their onely soueraigne Beautie Beautie arize whilst we thy seruants sing Ioue to Hymen wedlocke iocund King Ioto Hymen lo lo sing of wedlock loue and youth is Hymen King Beauty arise beauty arise thy glorious lightes display Whilst we sing so glad to see this day Io Io Io Hymen Io Io sing Of wedlocke loue and youth is Hymen King Marq. Art thou as glad in soule as in thy song Ian. Who can be glad when he indureth wrong Ow. As Cod vdge me Ian Niclas is honest man hee does not flatter and sembles but tell his intentions owe more melodies owe heere come her new pride Musicke sounds enter Grissill alone after her the Marquesse Sonne and daughter Iulia Gwenthian and other Ladies and Mario and Furio Marq. Salute my beautious loue All All ioy betide to Gratiana our deare Marquesse Bride Marq. Bring me a crowne of gold to crowne my loue A wreath of willow for dispised Grissill Gri. Grissill is not despised in your eye Sithence you name her name so gently Ow. Gwenthians there 's wiues there 's patient wiues Gwe Fuh fuh is fooles Tawsone is arrant pobie fooles Marq. Grissill place you this crowne vpon her head Put these imbrodered slippers on her feete T is well deliuer me your wedding ring Circle- her finger with it now stand by Art thou content with all Gris. Content with all Marq. My Bride is Crown'd now tell me all of you Which of you euer saw my loue before What is her name her birth place or estate Lep. Till now I neuer behelde her beautie Ono. Nor I Vrc. Trust me nor I Far. By my troth nor I Mari. We heare that she was borne in Germany And halfe heyre to the Duke of Brandenburgh Marq. You all heare this and all thinke this All We doe Marq Then Fu. stand thou foorth Lords in his brest A loyall seruants true soule doth rest Furio shall be apparrelled in a robe Fur. I shall not become it Marq. Some that are great put robes on Parasites Mario Lepido come you two hither Are not you richly clad haue I done so Both What meanes your grace by this Marq. Gracelesse haue done Truth sildome dwels in a still talking tongue Furio bring Laureo from the Porters lodge Take in Ianicola and cloath them both In rich abiliments they shall awhile Be flattered with false fortunes wanton smiles Ia. Fortune can do no more then she hath done They that are markt to woe to woe must run Exit Futio Ianicola Marq. How doe you like my Bride Gri. I thinke her blest To haue the loue of such a noble Lord Marq. You flatter me Grissi. Indeed I speake the truth Onely I prostrately beseech your grace That you consider of her tender yeares Which as a flower in spring may soone be nipt With the least frost of colde aduersity Marq Why are not you then nipt you stil seeme fresh As if aduersities colde Izie hand Had neuer laide his fingers on your heart Gri. It neuer toucht my heart aduersity Dwels still with them that dwels with misery But milde content hath eas'd me of that yoake Patience hath borne the bruize and I the stroke Enter Furio Ianicola and Laureo striuing about attyre Lau. Giue him his silkes they shal not touch my back Marq. What strife is there what aileth Laureo Lau. I will not weare proud trappings like a beast Yet hourelie feele the scornfull riders spurre Marq. Cloth olde Ianicola in rich attire Ian. Doe load me for to beare is my desire Marq. Doe ye repine nay then I le vex you more Grissill I will receiue this second wife From none but from thy hands come giue her mée Gris. I heere present you with an endlesse blisse Rich honour beautious vertue vertuous youth Long liue my Lord with her contentedly owe. Marg patience there Gwenthyan see you thade Marq. Grissill dost thou deliuer me this maide As an vntainted flower which I shall keepe Despite of enuies canker till the rust Of all consuming death finish her lilfe Gri. I doe my deare Lord and as willingly As I deliuered vp my maiden youth Marq. What saies Ianicola Ia. I say but thus Great men are Gods and they haue power ore vs Marq. Grissill hold fast the right hand of my bride Thou wearst a willow wreath and she a crowne True bride take thou the crowne and she the wreath Mari. My gratious Lord you doe mistake your selfe Marq. Peace peace thou Siccophant Grissil receiue Large interests for thy loue and sufferance Thou gau'st me this faire maide I in exchange Returne thee her and this young Gentleman Thy Sonne and daughter kisse with patience And breath thy vertuous spirit into their soules Gwe. Owe Sir Owen marg you now the man is yéelded to her Latie lerne now Sir owen learne learne Knight your duetie see you thade Marq. Why stands my wronged Grissil thus amazed Gris. Ioy feare loue hate hope doubts incompasse me Are these my children I supposed slaine Ia. Are these my nephewes that were murdred Gri. Blessing distill on you like morning deaw My soule knit to your soules knowes you are mine Ma. They are I
art thou a Broker Fu. No how then I am a Gentleman Ba, Th' art a Iewe th' art a Pagan howe darst thou leaue them without a cloke for the raine whē his daughter and his sister and my Mistris is the Kings wife Fu. Goe looke sirra foole my condition is to ship you too Bab. There 's a ship of fooles ready to hoyst sayle they stay but for a good winde and your company ha ha ha I wonder if all fooles were banisht where thou wouldst take shipping Ian. Peace Babulo we are banisht from the Court Bab. I am glad it shall case me of a charge héere as long as we haue good cloathes on one backes t is no matter for our honesty wée 'll liue any where and kéep Court in any corner Enter Grissill Ian. Oh my déere Grissill Gri. You from me are banisht But ere you leaue the Court oh leaue I pray Your griefe in Grissils bosome let my chéekes Be watred with woes teares for héere and héere And in the error of these wandring eyes Began your discontent had not I been By nature painted thus this had not been To leaue the Court and care be patient In your olde cottage you shall finde content Mourne not because these silkes are tane away You 'll seeme more rich in a course gowne of gray Fur. Will you be parking when Lan. Friend what 's thy name Fur. Furio my name is what of that Bab. Is thy name Furie thou art halfe hang'd for thou hast an ill name Lau. Thy lookes are like thy name thy name lookes Approoue thy nature to be violent Gris. Brother forbeare hee 's seruant to my Lord Ba. To him M. spare him not an inch Lau. Princes are neuer pleas'd with subiects sinnes But pitie those whom they are sworne to smite And grieue as tender mothers when they beate With kinde correction their vnquiet babes So should their Officers compassionate The misery of any wretches state Fur. I must obey my Master though indéed My heart that seemes hard at their wrongs doth bleed Pray get you gone I say little but you knowe my minde Bab. Little said is soone amended thou say'st but little and that little will be mended soone indeed that 's neuer and so the Prouerbe stands in his full strength power and vertue Enter Marquesse Mario and Lepido and attendantes Fur. They will not goe my Lord Marq. Will they not goe Away with them expell them from our Court Base wretches is it wrong to aske mine owne Thinke you that my affection to my wife Is greater then my loue to publicke weale Doe not my people murmure euerie houre That I haue rais'd you vp to dignities Doe not lewde Minstrels in their ribalde runes Scofe at her birth and descant on her dower Ian. Alas my Lord you knew her state before Marq. I did and from the bounty of my heart I rob'd my wardrop of all precious robes That she might shine in beautie like the Sunne And in exchange I hung this russet gowne And this poore pitcher for a monument Amongst my costliest Iemmes sée heere they hang Grissill looke héere this gowne is vnlike to this Gris. My gratious Lord I know full well it is Ba. Grissill was as pretty a Grissill in the one as in the other Marq. you haue forgot these rags this water pot Gris. With reuerence of your Highnes I haue not Ba. Nor I many a good messe of water grewell has that yeelded vs Marq. Yes you are proude of these your rich attyres Gris. Neuer did pride keep pace with my desires Marq. Wel get you on part brieflie with your father Ian. Our parting shall be short daughter farewell Lau. Our parting shall be short sister farewell Pa. Our parting shall be short Grissill farewell Ian. Remember thou didst liue when thou wert poor And now thou dost but liue come sonne no more Marq. See them without the Pallace Furio Fu. Good yet t is bad Exeunt with Furio Ba. Shall Furio see them out of the Pallace doe you turne vs out of doores you turne vs out of doores then Marq. Hence with that foole Mario driue him hence Ba. He shall not neede I am no Oxe nor Asse I can goe without driuing for al his turning I am glad of one thing Lep. What 's that Babulo Bab. Mary that hee shall neuer hit vs i th téeth with turning vs for t is not a good turne follower I must cashere you I must giue ouer houskeeping t is the fashion farewell boy Boy Marie farewell and be hang'd Ba. I am glad thou tak'st thy death so patiently farewell my Lord adue my Lady great was the wisedome of that Taylor that stitcht me in Motley for hée 's a foole that leaues basket making to turne Courtier I sée my destiny dogs me at first I was a foole for I was borne an Innocent then I was a traueller and then a Basket-maker and then a Courtier and now I most turne basket-maker and foole againe the one I am sworne to but the foole I bestowe vpon the world for Stultorum plena sunt ominia adue adue Exit Mar. Farewell simplicity part of my shame farewell Now Lady what say you of their exile Gri. What euer you thinke good I le not terme vile By this rich burthen in my worthles wombe Your hand-maide is so subiect to your will That nothing which you doe to her seemes ill Mar. I am glad you are so patient get you in Exit Gr. Thy like will neuer be neuer hath bin Mario Lepido Mario Lepi. My gratious Lord Mar. The hand of pouerty held downe your states As it did Grissils and as her I rays'd To shine in greatnes sphere so did mine eye Through gilt beames of your births therfore me thinkes Your soule should simpathize and you should know what passions in my Grissils bosome flowe Faith tell me your opinions of my wife Lep. She is as vertuous and as patient As innocente as patience it selfe Mari. She merits much of loue little of hate Onely in birth she is vnfortuuate Marq. I I the memory of that mirth doth kill me She is with childe you see her trauaile past I am determined she shall leaue the Court And liue againe with olde Ianicola Both Therein you shew true wisedome Marq. Doe I indeed Deare friends it shall be done I le haue you two Rumour that presently to the wide eares Of that newes-louing-beast the multitude Goe tell them for their sakes this shall be done Mari. With wings we flye Lep. Swifter then time we run Exeunt Marq. Begone then oh these times these impious times How swift is mischiefe with what nimble feete Doth enuy gallop to doe iniury They both confesse my Grissils innocence They both admire her wondrous patience Yet in their malice and to flatter me Head-long they run to this impiety Oh what 's this world but a confused throng Of fooles and mad men crowding in a thrust To shoulder out the wise trip downe the iust But I will
say shal not fiue pound for puble for patoes here there so tag it now weare it now powte her neg shall pridle sir Owen ha Ri. Oh rare sir Owen ah pretious Kninght oh rare Sir Owen Gwe. Out you raskals you prade and prade I le prade your neaces Ri. Oh rare Madame oh pretious Madame O God O God O God O. Exit Gwe. Is domineere now you teare her ruffes and repatoes you preake her ponds I le teare as good pondes and petter too and petter too Ow. Owe Gwenthyan Cods plude is fiue thousand duckets hold hold hold a pogs on her pride what has her done Gw. Goe loog is now paide for her repatoes I le haue her willes desires I le teadge her pridle her Lady Catho crogge Ne vetho en Thlonigh gna wathee Gnathlatee Exit owen A breath vawer or no Tee pridle her sir owen is pridled I warrant widdows were petter Gods plude marry whoore were petter be hang'd and quarter then marry widowes as God vdge me Sir owen fall on her knees pray God to tag her to her mercy or else put petter minde in her Lady awl prittish Shentlemans tag heede how her marry fixen widowe Sir owen ap Meredith can rightly tell A shrewes sharpe tongue is terrible as hell Exit Enter Marquesse and Furio with an infant in his armes Marq. Did she not see thee when thou took'st it vp Fur. No she was fast a sleepe Marq. Giue me this blessed burthen pretty foole With what an amiable looke it sleepes And in that slumber how it sweetly smiles And in that smile how my heart leapes for ioy Furio I le turne this circle to a cradle To rocke my deare babe A great Romaine Lord Taught his young Sonne to ride a Hobby-horse Then why should I thinke scorne to dandle mine Furio beholde it well to whom i st like Fur. You there 's your nose and blacke eye-browes Enter Mario Marq. Thou dost but flatter me heere comes Mario I know Mario will not flatter me Mario thy opinion view this childe Doth not his lips his nose his fore-head And euery other part resemble mine Mari. So like my Lord that the nice difference Would stay the iudgement of the curioust eye Marq. And yet me thinkes I am not halfe so browne Mari. Indeed your cheekes beare a more liuely colour Marq. Furio play thou the nurse handle it softly Fur. One were better get a dossen then nurse one Marq. Mario step to Grissill shee 's a sleepe Her white hand is the piller to those cares Which I vngently lodg'e within her head Steale thou the other childe and bring it hither If Grissill be awake and striue with thee Bring it perforce nor let her know what hand Hath rob'd her of this other haste Mario Mari. I flie my gratious Lord Exit Marq. Run flatterie because I did blaspheme and cal it browne This Parrasite cride like an Eccho browne Fur. The childe is faire my Lord you were nere so faire Marq. I know t is faire I know t is wondrous faire Deare prettie infant let me with a kisse Take that dishonor off which the foule breath Of a prophane slaue laide vpon thy cheekes Had but I said my boy 's a Blackamoore He would haue damn'd himselfe and so haue swore Enter Grissill and Mario with a childe Gris. Giue me mine infant where 's my other babe You cannot plaie the nurse your horred eyes Will fright my little ones and make them crie Your tongue 's too ruffe to chime a lullabie T is not the pleasure of my Lord I know To loade me with such wrong Mari. No I vnloade you Scoffingly Marq. Giue her her childe Mario and yet staie Furio holde thou them both Grissill forbeare You are but nurse to them they are not thine Gri. I know my gratious Lord they are not mine I am but their poore nurse I must confesse Alas let not a nurse be pittilesse To see the colde ayre make them looke thus bleake Makes me shed teares because they cannot speake Marq. If they could speake what thinke you they would say Gri. That I in all things will your wil obay Marq. Obay it then in silence shall not I Bestowe what is myne owne as likes me best Deliuer me these brats come presse me downe With weightie infamie heere is a loade Of shame of speckled shame O God how heauie An armefull of dishonour is heere 's two Grissill for this I le thanke none els but you Which way so ere I turne I meete a face That makes my cheekes blush at mine owne disgrace This way or this way neuer shall mine eye Looke thus or thus but oh me presentlie Take them for Gods sake Furio presentlie I shall spend childish teares true teares indéed That thus I wrong my babes and make her bleede Goe Grissill get you in Gri. I goe my Lorde Farewell sweet sweet deare babes so you were free Would all the worlds cares might be throwne on me Mar. Ha ha why this is pleasing harmonie Fu. My Lord they 'le wrawle what shall I doe with them Marq. Tell her thou must prouide a nurse for them Comes she not backe Mario Mari. No my Lord Marq. Tush tush it cannot be but shee le returne I know her bosome beares no marble heart I knowe a tender Mother cannot part With such a patient soule from such sweet soules She stands and watches sure and sure the weepes To see my seeming flintie breast Mario Withdraw with me Furio stay thou heere still If she returne seeme childish and denie To let her kisse or touch them Exeunt Fur. Faith not I I haue not such a heart and shee aske to touch them I le deny it because I le obey my Lord yet she shall kisse and touch them to because I le please my Ladie alas alas prettie fooles I loue you well but I would you had a better Nurse Enter Grissill stealingly Gris. A better Nurse seek'st thou a better Nurse A better Nurse then whome Fu. Then you away Gris. I am their Mother I must not away Looke looke good Furio looke they smile on mée I know poore hearts they feare to smile on thee I prithée let me haue them Fu. Touch them not Gri. I prie thee let me touch them Fu. No Hands off Gri. I prie thee gentle Furio let me kisse them Fu, Not one kisse for a Kings crowne Gris. Must I not kisse my babes must I not touch them Alas what sin so vile hath Grissil done That thus she should be vex'd not kisse my infants Who taught thee to be cruell gentle churle What must thou doe with them Fu. Get them a nurse Gris. A Nurse alacke what Nurse where must shee dwell Fu. I must not tell you till I know my selfe Gri. For Gods sake who must Nurse them doe but name her And I will sweare those firie eyes doe smile And I will sweare that which none els will sweare That thy grim browes doe mercies liuerie
am thine Lords looke not strange These two are they at whose birthes enuies tongue Darted enuenom'd stings these are the fruite Of this most vertuous tree that multitude That many headed beastes nipt their sweet hearts With wrongs with bitter wrongs al you hane wrong'd her My selfe haue done most wrong for I did try To breake the temper of true constancie But these whom all thought murdred are aliue My Grissill liues and in the booke of Fame All worldes in golde shall register her name Le. Mar. Most dreaded Lord Marq. Arise flatterers get you gone Exeunt Lep. Ma. Your soules are made of blacke confusion Father Ianicola Ia. Oh pardon me Though dumbe betwixt my griefe and ioy I be Marq. Who stands thus sad what brother Laureo Eau. Pardon me my gratious Lord for now I see That Schollers with weake eyes pore on their bookes But want true soules to iudge on Maiestie None else but Kings can know the hearts of Kings Hence foorth my pride shall fly with humbler wings Marq. Our pardon and our loue circle thee round Le ts all to banquet mirth our cares confound Ow. Holde holde holde banquet if you banquet so Sir Owen is like to haue sheere her Latie heere is cog a hoope now at this pray Cozen keepe your promise Rees the wandes Rees your medicines and fine trigs to tame shrewes Marq. Furio where be the wands that I bound vp Fur. Heere my Lord Marq. I wreath'd them then sir Owen and you see They still continue so wreath you these three Ow. Owe winde them yes is winde them and mag good mightie cudgell to tame and knog her Latie and she prawle or crie or giue preade and meate to peggers or teare pondes by God is well remembred too Cozen you promis'd to helpe her to her Duckegs for all her paper and pondes is torne Mar. And I wil kéep my promise wreath your wands Owen Owe Gods lid mine is stubberne like Gwenthians Gods plude see it preakes in snip snap péeces what now Cozen Marq. But cozen these you see did gently bowe I tride my Grissils patience when t was greene Like a young Ouer and I moulded it Like waxe to all impressions married men That long to tame their wiues must curbe them in Before they néed a bridle then they 'll prooue All Grissils full of patience full of loue Yet that olde tryall must be tempered so Least seeking to tame them they master you Owen By God is true as Pistle and Gospel oh true out a cry Marq. But you Sir Owen giuing her the head As you gaue liberty to those three wandes Shee 'll breake as those doe if you bend her now And then y' are past all helpe for if you striue You 'll gaine as gamesters doe that sildome thriue owe. What shall doe to her Latie then is pest run away cozen or knog her braines out for is as faliant as Mars if I be anger Iul. That were a shame eyther to run away from a woman or to strike her your best Phisicke Sir Owen is to weare a veluet hand leaden eares and no tongue you must not fight howsoeuer she quarrels you must be deafe whensoeuer she brawles and dumbe when your selfe should brabble take this cawdle next your heart euery morning and if your wife be not patient the next remedy that I know is to buy your winding sheete Gwe. Cozen Marquesse cozen Iulia and Lawrds and Laties all it shall not need as her cozen has tryed Grissill so Gwenthian has Sir Owen Ow. Owe by Cod is thought should pull her downe ah ha Gwe. Is not pul'd downe neither but sir Owen shal be her head and is sorry has anger her head and mag it ake but pray good Knight be not proude triumph too much freade her Latie downe God vdge mee will tag her will againe doe what her can Ow. By Cod is loue her out a cry now sir owen could tame her before but Prittish ploude scawrnes to side with Laties yes faith scornes out a cry a pogs on t t is nought Gwenthian shall no more be call'd Gwenthian but patient Grissill ah ha is Marq. Our ioyes are compleate forward to our feast Patience hath won the prize and now is blest Iu. Nay brother your pardon awhile besides our selues there are a number héere that haue behelde Grissils patience you owne tryals and Sir Owens sufferance Gwenthians frowardnes these Gentlemen louertine and my selfe a hater of loue amongst this company I trust there are some mayden batchelers and virgin maydens those that liue in that freedome loue it those that know the war of mariage and hate it set their hands to my bill which is rather to dye a mayde and leade Apes in hell then to liue a wife and be continually in hell Gwen. Iulia by your leaues a lidle while you taug and you prable about shidings in mariages and you abuse yong mens and damsels fraide them from good sportes and honorable states but heare you now awl that bee sembled heere know you that discord's mag good musicke and when loners fall out is soone fall in and t is good you knaw pray you al be maried for wedlocke increases peoples and cities awl you then that haue husbands that you would pridle set your hands to Gwenthians pill for t is not fid that poore womens should be kept alwaies vnder Marq. Since Iulia of the maides and Gwenthian Of froward wiues intreate a kinde applaude See Grissill among all this multitude Who will be friend to gentle patience Ow. Ha ha ha Grissil is weary pray let sir owen speag Grissill is patient and her cozen is patient therefore is speage for two Gods plude you see her Latie is spride of buttrie yet sir owen tame her and teare her ruffes mag her cry and put ou her parrels and say is sorry Sir owen marg that well if sir owen was not patient her Latie had not beene pridled if Grissill had not beene patient her cozen Marquesse had not been pridled well now if you loue sir owens Latie I hope you loue sir owen too or is grow mighty angry sir owen loue you as God vdge mee out a cry a terrible feale doe you heare now then pray awl that haue crabbed husbands and cannot mend them as Grissils had and awl that haue fixen wiues and yet is tame her well enough as sir owen does awl that haue scoldes as sir owen does and awl that loue faire Laties as sir owen does to sed her two hands to his pill and by God shall haue sir owens heard and soule in his pellie and so God saue you all Man gras wortha whee Man gras wortha whee God night Cozens awl Exeunt FINIS