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<P>Five nevv PLAYES, <HI>VIZ.</HI>
<LIST>
<ITEM>The ENGLISH MOOR, or The MOCK|MARRIAGE.</ITEM>
<ITEM>The LOVE-SICK COURT, or The AM|BITIOUS POLITIQUE.</ITEM>
<ITEM>COVENT GARDEN Weeded.</ITEM>
<ITEM>The NEVV ACADEMY, or The NEVV EXCHANGE.</ITEM>
<ITEM>The QUEEN and CONCUBINE.</ITEM>
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<P>By RICHARD BROME.</P>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>A. Crook</HI> at the Green Dragon in Saint <HI>Pauls</HI> Church-yard, and for <HI>H. Brome</HI> at the Gunn in Ivy-Lane, 1659.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="half title">
<PB REF="2" MS="y">
<P>Bromes Playes.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="to the reader">
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<HEAD>TO THE READERS.</HEAD>
<P>_OR rather <HI>to the Spe|ctators,</HI> if the Fates &s;o pleas'd, the&s;e <HI>Come|dies</HI> exactly being dre&s;&s;ed for the <HI>Stage;</HI> and the often-tried <HI>Author</HI> (better than many who can but &s;cribble) under|&s;tood the <HI>Proportions</HI> and <HI>Beauties</HI> of a <HI>Scene;</HI> But as they are they will not deceive you; for the &s;ame hand (which formerly pleas'd) now held the Pen. VVe &s;uppo&s;e we bring what in the&s;e dayes you &s;carce could hope for, <HI>Five</HI>
<PB REF="4">
<HI>new Playes</HI> We call them <HI>new,</HI> becau&s;e till now they never were printed. You mu&s;t not think them <HI>posthumous</HI> Pro|ductions, though they come into the world after the <HI>Author's</HI> death: they were all begotten and born (and own'd by Him before a thou&s;and witne&s;&s;es) many years &s;ince; they then trod the <HI>Stage</HI> (their proper place) though they pa&s;s'd not the <HI>Pre&s;s.</HI> They are all <HI>Comedies,</HI> for (a man would think) we have had too many <HI>Tra|gedies.</HI> But this Book knew them not. The <HI>ENGLISH MOOR</HI> here (what ever name or face it wears) is older than our Troubles. The <HI>LOVE-SICK COURT,</HI> and the <HI>AMBITIOUS POLITICK</HI> are but one Play, though &s;trange tho&s;e two &s;hould dwell toge|ther. This <HI>NEW ACADEMY</HI> con|cerns not that which eight years &s;ince peep'd up in <HI>Write Friers;</HI> and this <HI>NEW EXCHANGE</HI> knows no|thing
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of that which now is cleaving to the <HI>Great Church</HI> VVall. This <HI>QUEEN</HI> is a meer &s;tranger to our <HI>I&s;land;</HI> Her Scene is <HI>Sicily,</HI> the Per&s;ons and Action ta&s;te nothing of <HI>England.</HI> Thus the whole <HI>Book</HI> being free and ingenuous, we hope the <HI>Author</HI> may have the &s;ame allowance, e&s;pecially now &s;ince he's gone to the great Wits, that is, dead. And yet there are a &s;ort (one would wonder there &s;hould be) who think they le&s;&s;en this <HI>Author's</HI> worth when they &s;peak the relation he had to <HI>Ben. John&s;on.</HI> VVe very thankful|ly embrace the Objection, and de&s;ire they would name any other Ma&s;ter that could better teach a man to write a good Play. The materials mu&s;t flow from all parts of the world; but the <HI>Art</HI> and <HI>Compo&s;ition</HI> come onely from Books and &s;uch living Ma&s;ters as that our great <HI>Laureat;</HI> And for this purpo&s;e we have here prefixt <HI>Ben John&s;on</HI>'s own
<PB REF="5">
te&s;timony to his Servant our <HI>Author;</HI> we grant it is (according to <HI>Ben</HI>'s own nature and cu&s;tome) magi&s;terial e|nough; and who looks for other, &s;ince he &s;aid to <HI>Shake&s;pear&mdash;I &s;hall draw envy on thy name</HI> (by writing in his prai&s;e) and threw in his face<HI>&mdash;&s;mall Latine and le&s;s Greek;</HI> but al&s;o told <HI>Sel|den</HI> him&s;elf (as if <HI>Ben's</HI> con&s;cience checked him for being too good na|tured in commending others.)</P>
<Q><L><HI>Your Book (my</HI> Selden) <HI>I have read&mdash;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Though I confe&s;s (as every Mu&s;e hath err'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And mine not lea&s;t) I have too oft preferr'd</HI></L>
<L><HI>Men pa&s;t their terms, and prais'd &s;ome names too much,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But twas with purpo&s;e to have made them &s;uch;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Since, being deceiv'd, I turn a &s;harper eye</HI></L>
<L><HI>Upon my &s;elf, and ask to whom, and why,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And what I write, and vex it many dayes</HI></L>
<L><HI>Before men get a Ver&s;e, much le&s;s a Prai&s;e.</HI></L>
<L><PB REF="5">
<HI>&mdash;I first &s;alute thee &s;o, and gratulats,</HI></L>
<L><HI>With that thy &s;tyle, thy keeping of thy &s;tate.</HI></L>
<L><HI>&mdash;I could take up (and nere abu&s;e</HI></L>
<L><HI>The credit) what would <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">urni&s;h a tenth Mu&s;e&punc;</HI></L>
<L><HI>But here's nor time nor place my wealth to tell;</HI></L>
<L><HI>You both are mode&s;t, &s;o am I. Farewel.</HI></L></Q>
<P>It &s;eems (what ere we think) <HI>Ben</HI> thought it diminution for no man to attend upon his Mu&s;e. And were not already the Antients too much trod on, we could name famous wits who &s;erved far meaner Ma&s;ters than <HI>Ben John&s;on.</HI> For, none vers'd in Letters but know the wi&s;e <HI>Ae&s;op</HI> was born and bred a wretched &s;lave; <HI>Lucian</HI> a Stone-cutter, <HI>Virgil</HI> him&s;elf begotten by a Basket-maker, born in a ditch, and then prefe<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">red to an under Groom in the &s;table; nay, (to in&s;tance in our <HI>Authors</HI> own order) <HI>Naevius</HI> the Co|median a Captains mans man; <HI>Plau|tus</HI>
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&s;ervant to a poor Baker, <HI>Terence</HI> a &s;lave as well as <HI>Ae&s;op;</HI> and (which for our purpo&s;e is mo&s;t of all) our Au|thors own <HI>Ma&s;ter</HI> handled the <HI>Trowel</HI> before he grew acquainted with <HI>Seia|nus</HI> or <HI>Cataline.</HI> But enough of this, le&s;t pleading for the <HI>Author,</HI> make him &s;eem to want an Apology. As for the <HI>Stationers,</HI> they bring the&s;e <HI>Poems</HI> as they had them from the <HI>Author;</HI> not &s;uffering any fal&s;e or bu&s;y hand to adde or make the lea&s;t mutilation; ha|ving been more watchful over the Printers common negligence, than &s;uch work as this hath u&s;ually obtained. And if the&s;e new Playes fail your ex|pectation, we openly profe&s;s we know not how, where, or when we &s;hall fit you.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<PB REF="6">
<HEAD><HI>To my old Faithful Servant, and (by his continu'd vertue) my loving Friend, the Author of this work, Mr.</HI> Rich. Brome.</HEAD>
<L><HI>I</HI> Had you for a Servant, once, <HI>Dick. Brome,</HI></L>
<L>And you perform'd a Servants faithful parts:</L>
<L>Now, you are got into a neerer room</L>
<L>Of <HI>Fellow&s;hip,</HI> profes&s;ing my old Arts.</L>
<L>And you do do them well, with good applau&s;e,</L>
<L>Which you have ju&s;tly gained from the Stage,</L>
<L>By ob&s;ervation of tho&s;e Comick Laws,</L>
<L>Which I, your <HI>Ma&s;ter,</HI> fir&s;t did teach this Age.</L>
<L>You learn'd it well, and for it &s;erv'd your Time,</L>
<L>A Prenti&s;hip, which few do now adayes:</L>
<L>Now each Court. <HI>Hobby-Hor&s;e,</HI> will wince in Rhime.</L>
<L><PB REF="7">
Both learned and unlearned, all write Playes:</L>
<L>It was not &s;o of old; men took up trades</L>
<L>That knew the Crafts they had been bred in right;</L>
<L>An hone&s;t <HI>Bilbo Smith</HI> would make good Blades,</L>
<L>And the <HI>Phy&s;ician</HI> teach men &s;pue, and&mdash;</L>
<L>The <HI>Cobler</HI> kept him to his Awll, But now</L>
<L>He'll be a <HI>Pilot,</HI> &s;carce can guide a Plow.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Ben. John&s;on.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="encomium">
<PB REF="7">
<HEAD>To my mo&s;t ingenious friend, Mr. <HI>ALEX. BROME</HI> Upon his &s;etting forth <HI>Mr.</HI> RICH. BROMES <HI>PLAYES:</HI></HEAD>
<L>THis, Sir, is double <HI>Piety,</HI> and you</L>
<L>In this oblige the <HI>dead</HI> and <HI>living</HI> too.</L>
<L>As the la&s;t <HI>trumpet</HI> with one pow'rful &s;ound</L>
<L>Rai&s;es forgotten <HI>Bodies</HI> from the ground,</L>
<L>And <HI>betters</HI> tho&s;e that yet remain alive:</L>
<L>So you an equal <HI>happine&s;s</HI> do give</L>
<L>Unto his du&s;t, and us, at once engage</L>
<L>His &s;acred <HI>A&s;hes,</HI> and the pre&s;ent <HI>age.</HI></L>
<L>Nor can I tell to whom we more are bound,</L>
<L>Or to his <HI>wit,</HI> or <HI>you</HI> that have it found.</L>
<L>When <HI>Thetis</HI> Son among&s;t the <HI>maids</HI> lay hid,</L>
<L>And for their &s;ofter wars the <HI>Trojan</HI> fled;</L>
<L><PB REF="8">
He that di&s;cover'd him, did ju&s;tly claim</L>
<L>An equal &s;hare in th' honour of his <HI>name;</HI></L>
<L>And da<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">d to call <HI>Achilles</HI> victories,</L>
<L>All tho&s;e exploits, and all tho&s;e <HI>Trophies</HI> his:</L>
<L>So <HI>you</HI> that have this noble <HI>wit</HI> reveal'd</L>
<L>And made it be (which was before con|ceal'd)</L>
<L>Known and commended, may as well re|ceive</L>
<L>Part in tho&s;e <HI>Lawrels</HI> we to him do give.</L>
<L>He made the <HI>oyl,</HI> but you enlightned it,</L>
<L>He gave the <HI>&s;alt,</HI> but you have made it white,</L>
<L>And dug it from the <HI>Pit</HI> where it once lay</L>
<L>Un&s;een, or by the eyes of <HI>men</HI> or <HI>day:</HI></L>
<L>He made the <HI>branches</HI> of this <HI>Coral</HI> grow,</L>
<L>Hid in its private <HI>Sea</HI> untouch'd; but you</L>
<L>By drawing it into the open air,</L>
<L>Have made it turn more <HI>pretious,</HI> and more <HI>fair.</HI></L>
<L>He &s;pake with &s;uch a <HI>full</HI> and <HI>ea&s;ie</HI> &s;train,</L>
<L>With &s;uch a <HI>&s;oft,</HI> and &s;uch a <HI>flowing</HI> vein,</L>
<L>As if 'twere <HI>Nature</HI> all, yet there was <HI>Art,</HI></L>
<L>Yet there was <HI>Skill</HI> in every limb and Part.</L>
<L>So gently came all that he thought or writ,</L>
<L>As if he <HI>made</HI> it not, but did <HI>repeat.</HI></L>
<L>His <HI>fancy</HI> like the <HI>blood</HI> did alwayes flow,</L>
<L>Yet full of <HI>life</HI> and full of <HI>&s;pirts</HI> too.</L>
<L><PB REF="8">
His <HI>wit</HI> and <HI>Angels</HI> did in this a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">ee,</L>
<L>Their <HI>motion</HI> is mo&s;t nimble, quick, and free,</L>
<L>And <HI>perfect</HI> too. And as the <HI>world</HI> was made,</L>
<L>(Which no delayes of <HI>&s;pring</HI> and <HI>&s;ummer</HI> had,</L>
<L>No <HI>ages</HI> or <HI>increa&s;es,</HI> but on all</L>
<L>At fir&s;t a <HI>ripene&s;s,</HI> and full <HI>growth</HI> did fall;</L>
<L>So all that from his happy <HI>Pen</HI> did come</L>
<L>Was ripe and grown at fir&s;t, and left no room</L>
<L>For after <HI>change,</HI> no <HI>&s;econd</HI> hand could give</L>
<L>More <HI>strength</HI> to it, or it more <HI>&s;trength</HI> re|ceive.</L>
<L>When he doth &s;peak of <HI>love,</HI> him&s;elf he arms</L>
<L>With &s;uch <HI>re&s;i&s;tle&s;s,</HI> and &s;uch <HI>conquering</HI> charms,</L>
<L>Acts &s;uch &s;weet <HI>hopes,</HI> &s;uch innocent <HI>fears,</HI> and <HI>joyes,</HI></L>
<L>That we or love his <HI>Mi&s;tre&s;s,</HI> or his <HI>voice,</HI></L>
<L>As <HI>eccho</HI> did. When he would make us &s;mile,</L>
<L>Thou&s;and <HI>Anacreons</HI> play about his &s;tyle.</L>
<L>When he commands our <HI>&s;orrow,</HI> &s;traight our eyes</L>
<L>Into &s;alt <HI>&s;treams,</HI> our hearts to <HI>&s;ighings</HI> ri&s;e.</L>
<L>When he doth <HI>laugh</HI> again, the <HI>clouds</HI> are gone,</L>
<L><PB REF="9">
Our minds <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">to a &s;udden calmne&s;s run:</L>
<L>He &s;o di&s;pos'd our thoughts, as when the hand,</L>
<L>Or eye of the chief <HI>Gen'ral</HI> doth command,</L>
<L>Whole <HI>Armies</HI> act what his example led,</L>
<L>Follow his po&s;tures with &s;uch willing &s;peed,</L>
<L>Into obedience with &s;uch <HI>eafine&s;s</HI> fall,</L>
<L>As if one <HI>&s;oul</HI> and <HI>&s;pring</HI> did move them all.</L>
<L>When he &s;trook <HI>vice,</HI> he let the <HI>per&s;on</HI> go,</L>
<L>Wounded not <HI>men</HI> but <HI>manners;</HI> nor did do</L>
<L>Like him who when he painted <HI>heaven</HI> &amp; <HI>hel,</HI></L>
<L>Among&s;t the <HI>damned</HI> &s;hades and tho&s;e that fell,</L>
<L>Did draw his Enemies face, that all might &s;ay</L>
<L><HI>Who there condemned by the Painter lay:</HI></L>
<L>But as the <HI>Surgeon</HI> at once <HI>hides</HI> and <HI>cures,</HI></L>
<L>And bindeth up the <HI>limb</HI> which mo&s;t in|dures</L>
<L>The <HI>&s;ore</HI> and <HI>pain:</HI> &s;o he with gentle hand</L>
<L>Did heal the <HI>wound,</HI> and yet conceal the <HI>man.</HI></L>
<L>His Scenes mens <HI>Actions, Tempers, Humours</HI> &s;hew,</L>
<L>And <HI>copy</HI> out what the great <HI>world</HI> doth do.</L>
<L>His words are like the &s;hapes which <HI>Angels</HI> take,</L>
<L>And for them&s;elves of fine&s;t <HI>air</HI> do make,</L>
<L>That are &s;o much like <HI>men,</HI> that cleare&s;t eyes</L>
<L>Cannot di&s;cern where the &s;mal difference lies.</L>
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<DIV1 TYPE="play">
<PB REF="9">
<P>THE English Moor, OR THE MOCK-MARRIAGE.</P>
<P>A Comaedy as it was often acted with general applau&s;e by her Maje|&s;ties Servants.</P>
<L><HI>Innocens permitte jocos cur ludere nobis</HI></L>
<L><HI>Non liceat?&mdash;</HI></L>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed by <HI>J. T.</HI> for <HI>A. C.</HI> and <HI>Henry Broom,</HI> and are to be &s;old at the <HI>Gun</HI> in Ivie-lane, 1658.</P>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="prologue">
<PB REF="10">
<PB REF="10">
<HEAD>Prologue.</HEAD>
<L>MO&s;t noble, fair and curteous, to ye all</L>
<L>Welcome and thanks we give, that you would call</L>
<L>And vi&s;it your poor &s;ervants, that have been</L>
<L>So long and pitile&s;s unheard, un&s;een.</L>
<L>Welcome, you'l &s;ay your money that does do,</L>
<L>(Di&s;&s;embling is a fault) we &s;ay &s;o too.</L>
<L>And your long ab&s;ence was no fault of your,</L>
<L>But our &s;ad fate to be &s;o long ob&s;cure.</L>
<L>Jove and the Mu&s;es grant, and all good Men,</L>
<L>We feel not that extremity again:</L>
<L>The thought of which yet chills us with a fear</L>
<L>That we have bought our liberty too dear:</L>
<L>For &s;hould we fall into a new re&s;traint,</L>
<L>Our hearts mu&s;t break that did before but faint.</L>
<L>You noble, great and good ones, that vouch&s;afe</L>
<L>To &s;ee a Comedy, and &s;ometimes laugh</L>
<L>Or &s;mile at wit and harmele&s;s mirth, As thus</L>
<L>ye have begun to grace and &s;uccour us;</L>
<L>Be further plea&s;'d (to hold us &s;till upright,</L>
<L>For our r<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">lief, and for your own delight)</L>
<L>To move for us to tho&s;e high powers whom we</L>
<L>&s;ubmit unto in all humility,</L>
<L>For our proceeding, and we'le make it good</L>
<L>To utter nothing may be under&s;tood</L>
<L>Offen&s;ive to the &s;tate, manners or time,</L>
<L>We will as well look to our necks as climb.</L>
<L>You hear our &s;ute, obtain it if you may;</L>
<L>Then find us money and we'le find you play.</L>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<PB REF="11">
<HEAD>Drammatis Per&s;onae.</HEAD>
<LIST>
<ITEM><TABLE>
<ROW>
<CELL>Meanwell.</CELL>
<CELL ROWS="2"><HI>Two old Gentlemen and friends, &s;up|po&s;ed to have been kill'd in a Duel.</HI></CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL>Ra&s;hley.</CELL>
</ROW>
</TABLE></ITEM>
<ITEM>Arthur, Meanwels <HI>Son, in love with</HI> Lucy.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Theophilus, Ra&s;hleys <HI>Son, in love with</HI> Milicent.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Quick&s;ands, <HI>an old &V;&s;urer.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Te&s;ty, <HI>an old angry Ju&s;tice.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Winlo&s;e, <HI>a decayed Gentleman.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><TABLE>
<ROW>
<CELL>Vincent.</CELL>
<CELL ROWS="2"><HI>Two gallants undone by</HI> Quick&s;ands.</CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL>Edmund.</CELL>
</ROW>
</TABLE></ITEM>
<ITEM>Nath. Banela&s;s, <HI>a Wencher.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Ho&s;t. <HI>Drawer.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Ralph, Meanwels <HI>&s;ervant.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Arnold, Ra&s;hleys <HI>&s;ervant.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Buzard, Quick&s;ands <HI>&s;ervant.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Dioni&s;ia, Meanwels <HI>daughter.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Lucy, Ra&s;hleys <HI>daughter.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Milicent, Te&s;tys <HI>Neece.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Phillis, Winlo&s;e <HI>daughter.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Madge, Quick&s;ands <HI>&s;ervant.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<P>The Scene <HI>London.</HI></P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="play">
<PB REF="11">
<HEAD>THE ENGLISH-MOOR or the Mock-Marriage.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="act">
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Act. 1. Scene. 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Arthur. Diony&s;ia.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>DEar Si&s;ter, bear with me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di.</SPEAKER>
<L>I may not, brother.</L>
<L>What! &s;uffer you to pine, and peak away</L>
<L>In your unnatural melancholy fits;</L>
<L>Which have already turn'd your purer blood</L>
<L>Into a toad-pool dye. I am a&s;ham'd</L>
<L>(Upon my life) almo&s;t to call you brother</L>
<L>But nature has her &s;wing in me. I mu&s;t.</L>
<L>Therefore I crave you (as you are my brother)</L>
<L>To &s;hake this dull and muddy humor off,</L>
<L>By vi&s;iting the &s;treets, and quit your chamber,</L>
<L>Which is a &s;ickne&s;s to you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>O my &s;i&s;ter!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di.</SPEAKER>
<L>I can &s;ay, O my brother too, to &s;hew you</L>
<L>How it becomes you. I have the &s;ame cau&s;e</L>
<L>Equally with your &s;elf, to &s;pend my life</L>
<L>In &s;ollitary mourning; and would do it,</L>
<L>Could it make good our lo&s;s: My honor'd Father!</L>
<L><PB N="2" REF="12">
A tear has &s;cap'd me there: But that's by th'by,</L>
<L>And more of anger 'gain&s;t his enemy,</L>
<L>And his for ever cur&s;'d po&s;terity,</L>
<L>That rob'd us of a Father, then of &s;orrow</L>
<L>For what we know is unrecoverable.</L>
<L>But to &s;it grieving over his Memory</L>
<L>In a re&s;olved &s;ilence, as you do;</L>
<L>Killing your own blood while a vein holds any</L>
<L>Proceeding from the fle&s;h, that drew out his,</L>
<L>Is meerly idle. Mingle then your grief</L>
<L>With thought of brave revenge: And do it not</L>
<L>In private Meditation in your Chamber;</L>
<L>But bear it out till it proceed to Action.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>By powring blood on blood?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di.</SPEAKER>
<L>By quenching fire</L>
<L>Of high revenge, with ba&s;e unmanly blood;</L>
<L>By &s;topping of our Fathers curele&s;s wounds</L>
<L>(Which &s;till bleed fre&s;h in our vex'd memories)</L>
<L>With the proud fle&s;h of him that butcher'd ours.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>We know he lives not that has &s;lain our Father:</L>
<L>Or, if he lives, tis where I cannot reach him:</L>
<L>He nere &s;aw Engli&s;h harbour &s;ince his &s;word</L>
<L>Unfortunately had the better of my father.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di.</SPEAKER>
<L>But his &s;on lives.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good &s;i&s;ter cool thy pa&s;&s;ion</L>
<L>With rea&s;onable means</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di.</SPEAKER>
<L>O where's the &s;pirit</L>
<L>That my &s;lain father had. Have you no part of't?</L>
<L>Mu&s;t I now play the Man, whil&s;t you inherit</L>
<L>Onely my Mothers puling di&s;po&s;ition?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know thy drift, good &s;i&s;ter <HI>Dioni&s;ia,</HI></L>
<L>Is not unto revenge, or blood; but to &s;tir up</L>
<L>Some motion in me, to prevent the danger</L>
<L>A &s;ad retiredne&s;s may bring upon me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di.</SPEAKER>
<L>Bee't as you think it, &s;o you will abroad;</L>
<L>And make the hou&s;e no longer dark with &s;ighing.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ent.</HI> Rafe</STAGE>
<L><PB N="3" REF="12">
Now Sir the newes with you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Newes worth your hearing,</L>
<L>Meerly to laugh at: Good for nothing el&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is the old Ruffian tane, and hang'd, that &s;lew</L>
<L>My Father; or his &s;on Brain-battered; or</L>
<L>His Daughter made a pro&s;titute to &s;hame?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>How mercile&s;s are your wi&s;hes!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lady, no.</L>
<L>But as I was hankring at an ordinary,</L>
<L>In que&s;t of a new Ma&s;ter (for this, here,</L>
<L>Will never la&s;t to a new livory</L>
<L>'Le&s;s he were merrier) I heard the brave&s;t noi&s;e</L>
<L>Of Laughter at a wicked accident</L>
<L>Of Marriage, that was chopt up this Morning.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di.</SPEAKER>
<L>What marriage? Quickly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who do you think</L>
<L>Has married fair Mi&s;tris <HI>Millicent?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Theophilus</HI> (I can name him, though his father</L>
<L>Was fatal unto mine) was &s;ure to her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, but without a Prie&s;t. She has &s;lipt his hold,</L>
<L>And is made fa&s;t enough unto another,</L>
<L>For which fine Mr. <HI>The.</HI> &s;o whines and chafes,</L>
<L>And hangs the head! More then he would do</L>
<L>For's father, were he hanged, as you did wi&s;h</L>
<L>For laughing newes eene now. Ther's &s;port for you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di.</SPEAKER>
<L>It does me good to hear of any cro&s;s</L>
<L>That may torment their family. I wi&s;h</L>
<L>Joy to the man that did beguile him of her</L>
<L>What ere he be.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>But who has married her?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thence &s;prings the je&s;t. Old Mr. <HI>Quick&s;ands,</HI> Sir,</L>
<L>The bottomle&s;s devourer of young Gentlemen;</L>
<L>He that has liv'd, till pa&s;t three-&s;core, a batcheler,</L>
<L>By three-&s;core i'the hundred; he that has</L>
<L>Undone by Mortgages and under-buyings</L>
<L>So many Gentlemen, that they all de&s;pair'd</L>
<L><PB N="4" REF="13">
Of means to be reveng'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>But where's your Je&s;t?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Je&s;t is, that they now have found that means</L>
<L>(As they &s;uppo&s;e) by making of him Cuckold.</L>
<L>They are laying their heads together in every corner,</L>
<L>Contriving of his horns, and drinking healths</L>
<L>To the &s;ucce&s;s. And there were &s;port for you now,</L>
<L>If you were any body.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le abroad however.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's nobly &s;aid. Take courage with you Brother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>And yet me thinks I know not how to look</L>
<L>The wide world in the face, thus on the &s;udden</L>
<L>I would fain get abroad, yet be unknown.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>For that Sir (look you) I have here, by chance,</L>
<L>A fal&s;e beard which I borrowed, with a purpo&s;e</L>
<L>To ha' worn't and put a je&s;t upon your &s;adne&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Does it do well with me?</L>
<STAGE>Ar. <HI>puts on the beard.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>You'l never have</L>
<L>One of your own &s;o good: you look like <HI>Hector.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go fetch my &s;word and follow me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be &s;ure you carry a &s;trict eye o're his actions,</L>
<L>And bring me a true account.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>I warrant you Mi&s;tri&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do, and I'le love thee everla&s;tingly.</L>
<L>Why, now you are my brother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Farewel Si&s;ter.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exit.</HI> Ar. Ra.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope he has &s;ome &s;tratagem a foot</L>
<L>In our revenge to make his honour good:</L>
<L>It is not grief can quit a fathers blood.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT 1. SCENE 2.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Nathaniel. Phillis.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Prithee be and an&s;wered, and hang off o'me,</L>
<L>I ha' no more to &s;ay to you in the way</L>
<L><PB N="5" REF="13">
You wot on <HI>Phillis.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor do I &s;eek to you</L>
<L>In that way which you wot on, wanton Sir,</L>
<L>But to be hone&s;t, and to marry me.</L>
<L>You have done too much the tother way already.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I wi&s;h you were more thankful, Mrs. <HI>Phillis,</HI></L>
<L>To one has taught you a trade to live upon:</L>
<L>You are not th'fir&s;t by twenty I have taught it</L>
<L>That thrive well i'the world.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>There are &s;o many</L>
<L>Such teachers in the world; and &s;o few</L>
<L>Reformers, that the world is grown &s;o full</L>
<L>Of female frailties, the poor Harlotries</L>
<L>Can &s;carce already live by one another,</L>
<L>And yet you would have me thru&s;t in among'em.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I do not urge you. Take what cour&s;e you plea&s;e,</L>
<L>But look not after me: I am not mark'd</L>
<L>For Matrimony, I thank my &s;tars.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Should I run evil cour&s;es, you are the cau&s;e;</L>
<L>And may in time, cur&s;e your own act in it:</L>
<L>You'l find th'undoing of an hone&s;t Maid</L>
<L>Your heavie&s;t &s;in upon your bed of &s;ickne&s;s;</L>
<L>T will co&s;t your &s;oul the deepe&s;t groan it fetches;</L>
<L>And in that hope I leave you.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Farewel wag-tail.</L>
<L>Marry thee quoth a! That's wi&s;e work indeed!</L>
<L>If we &s;hould marry every Wench we lie with,</L>
<L>'T were after &s;ix a week with &s;ome of us.</L>
<L>(Marry love forbid) when two is enough to hang one.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Nat,</HI> we have &s;ought diligently, for fear</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Vin|cent <HI>and</HI> Edmond.</STAGE>
<L>The news that is abroad &s;hould flie before us.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>What news? What flying fame do you labour with?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>News that makes all the Gallants i'the Town</L>
<L>Fly out o'their little wits: They are &s;o eager,</L>
<L>Upon the joy. I mean &s;uch youthful Gallants</L>
<L>As have, or &s;old, or mortgag'd; or been cheated</L>
<L><PB N="6" REF="14">
By the grave patron of Arch-co&s;onage,</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;ad misfortune we are come to &s;ing:</L>
<L>Shall I need to name him to thee?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who, the old Ra&s;cal <HI>Quick&s;ands?</HI> &s;peak good <HI>Vince,</HI></L>
<L>What! has he hangd him&s;elf? &s;peak quickly prithe.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wor&s;e, wor&s;e by half man. Dur&s;t thou hear a news</L>
<L>Who&s;e mirth will hazzard cracking of a rib?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I, and't be two. Here's hoopes enough be&s;ides</L>
<L>To hold my drink in. Pray thee &s;peak; what mi&s;chief</L>
<L>Is come upon him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>I pray thee gue&s;s again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Has &s;omebody over-reach'd him in his way</L>
<L>Of damnable extortion; and he cut his throat,</L>
<L>Or &s;wallowed poi&s;on?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ten times wor&s;e then that too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is he then hoi&s;ted into the Star-Chamber</L>
<L>For his notorious practi&s;es? or into</L>
<L>The high Commi&s;&s;ion for his blacker arts?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wor&s;e then all this.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pax, keep it to your &s;elf then,</L>
<L>If you can think it be too good for me.</L>
<L>Why did you &s;et me a longing? you cry wor&s;e</L>
<L>And ten times wor&s;e; and know as well as I,</L>
<L>The wor&s;e it is to him, the better wel-come</L>
<L>Ever to me: And yet you tell me nothing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>He has married a young wife.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Has he Cadzooks?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>We bring you no comfort, we.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nere go fine &s;port, Ha, ha, ha. What is &s;he?</L>
<L>Would he had my wench, was here e<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ne now,</L>
<L>What is &s;he he has married? quickly prithe.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>One much too good for him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>The beauteous <HI>Millicent.</HI></L>
<L>Driven by the tempe&s;t of her Uncles will,</L>
<L>Is like a pinnace forc'd again&s;t the Rock.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>But he will never &s;plit her, that's the b<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;t on't.</L>
<L><PB N="7" REF="14">
I hope &s;he'le break his heart fir&s;t. Gentlemen,</L>
<L>I thank you for your news; and know what I</L>
<L>Will pre&s;ently go do.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray &s;tay a little.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>And take us with you. What will you go do?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>That which we can all at once, Do not hold me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>We came to ca&s;t a plot w'ye.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ca&s;t a pudding&mdash;How long ha'they been mar|ried?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>But this morning.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>You'l ha'me come too late.</L>
<L>Ne're go 'tis a &s;hame he was not Cuckolded</L>
<L>'Fore Dinner.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>That had been a fine fir&s;t cour&s;e</L>
<L>At a wedding fea&s;t indeed. A little patience.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray let me take my cour&s;e 'fore &s;upper yet.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>The bu&s;ine&s;s 'longs to us as much as you,</L>
<L>He has wrong'd us all alike. He has cozened us</L>
<L>As much as you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>He has made me &s;o poor</L>
<L>That my poor whore eene now claim'd marriage of me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>The ca&s;e is ours. His wrongs are common to us,</L>
<L>So &s;hall his wife be, can we purcha&s;e her:</L>
<L>Did we bring you the news for you to run</L>
<L>And prevent us do you think?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pardon my zeal good Gentlemen; which onely</L>
<L>Con&s;idered but the fitne&s;s of the Act,</L>
<L>And that 'tis more then time 'twere done ifaith.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> The|ophilus <HI>&amp;</HI> Arnold.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>And &s;ee here comes a fourth man that has lo&s;t</L>
<L>More on her part, then we upon the Bridegrooms.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>He's very &s;owre and &s;ad. 'Tis crept upon him</L>
<L>By this untoward accident.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Twould anger any man to be nos'd of &s;uch a match;</L>
<L>But Ile remove his &s;orrow&mdash;</L>
<L>Gentle <HI>Theophilus,</HI> you are well met,</L>
<L>Your &s;orrow is familiar with us all</L>
<L>In the large lo&s;s of your betrothed love;</L>
<L><PB N="8" REF="15">
But, &s;ir, be comforted: you have our pitty</L>
<L>And our revenge to ea&s;e you. Tis decreed</L>
<L>Her husband &s;hall be in&s;tantly a Cuckold.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mo&s;t &s;infully thou lye&s;t; and all that give</L>
<L>Breath to that foul opinion.</L>
<STAGE>Draw and fight.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>What do you mean.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Give me that thought from you; nay, from you all,</L>
<L>Or I will rip you for't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat:</SPEAKER>
<L>Zooks what mean you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hold, Sir, forbear.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile have that thought out fir&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> &s;ay he does de&s;erve to be a Cuckold;</L>
<L>Let him be what he will, a pox upon him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed. &V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>So we &s;ay all.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's that to ill in her?</L>
<L>I &s;tand upon that point. Mans evil merit's</L>
<L>No warrant for a womans dishone&s;ty.</L>
<L>I &s;ay had &s;hee a man forty degrees</L>
<L>Beneath his unde&s;ervings, twere more po&s;&s;ible</L>
<L>For him to deceive her with a good Life,</L>
<L>Then &s;hee him with a wicked.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;ay &s;o too.</L>
<L>But then I &s;ay again, The more's the pitty.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do and undoe.</L>
<STAGE>He hurts him.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Zookes now your bitch has bit me,</L>
<L>I &s;ay he will be one, he &s;hall be one;</L>
<L>Il'e make him one my &s;elf.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ent. Ar. in his fal&s; beard he &s;ides with</HI> Theoph. <HI>Ext.</HI> Na<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">. Vin. Ed.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed. &V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>And weell both help him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why here's trim &s;tuff. Help ho, Murder, Murder.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Art.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is oppre&s;&s;ion gentlemen; an unmanly one.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>What devils this rais'd? fall off, tis an ill bu&s;i|ne&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Have you no hurt Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>No I'm confident.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>By your favour, I will &s;ee.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Arnold &s;earche s</HI> Theoph.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Art.</SPEAKER>
<L>What fortune's this,</L>
<L>I fought 'gain&s;t friends to &s;ave mine enemy,</L>
<L><PB N="9" REF="15">
But I hope neither know me. I de&s;ire</L>
<L>To re&s;t hid to my friends for my offence to them,</L>
<L>And to mine enemy, till I make him dearer.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>I told thee there was <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">one.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'm glad it proves &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>But wher's the Gentleman?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you not know him &s;ir?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not I, tis the fir&s;t time that ere I &s;aw him;</L>
<L>To my remembrance; yet he fought for me.</L>
<L>Be&s;hrew thy idler care that made me lo&s;e him,</L>
<L>What &s;hould he be that &s;o could fight for me,</L>
<L>Yet care not for my company? be&s;hrew thy heart.</L>
<L>Why &s;hould he u&s;e me thus? I &s;hall be &s;ick to think on't.</L>
<L>I'm made beholding now to I know not whom;</L>
<L>And I'm the wor&s;t to &s;ue or &s;eek to a man&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>That &s;curvy, between proud and ba&s;hful quality,</L>
<L>You are famous for, as tother toy that haunts you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's that?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why, to be deadly angry, &s;ir,</L>
<L>On lea&s;t occa&s;ion, and friends as quickly.</L>
<L>Hot and cold in a breath: you are angry now</L>
<L>With him that fought for you I warrant you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>In troth I am, and friends with them I fought with;</L>
<L>He u&s;'d me peevi&s;hly to leave me &s;o,</L>
<L>Ere I could thank him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>So tis that I told you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>But did you mark th'humanity of my Gentlemen,</L>
<L>Cau&s;e &s;hee's di&s;po&s;'d by her &s;elf willed uncle</L>
<L>On that unworthy <HI>Quick &s;ands</HI> (Devil take him)</L>
<L>They thought twould &s;ound like mu&s;ick in my ears</L>
<L>To hear her di&s;grace &s;ung; when her fair honour</L>
<L>Is all I have to love, now &s;hee's took from me:</L>
<L>And that they'd go about to rob me of.</L>
<L>Heaven grant me patience. O my &s;laughter'd father!</L>
<L>I am thy &s;on, and know by thy infirmity.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Me thinks, Sir, his example &s;hould allay you:</L>
<L><PB N="10" REF="16">
Impatience was his ruine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pu&s;h, we &s;ee</L>
<L>Thieves daily hang'd for Robberies; yet &s;ome</L>
<L>Go on &s;till in the practice! What a fine</L>
<L>Is &s;et upon the head of foul Adultery,</L>
<L>And yet our neighbours Wives can hardly &s;cape us!</L>
<L>There's Lawes again&s;t extortion, and &s;ad penalties</L>
<L>Set upon Bribes,</L>
<L>Yet great mens hands ha'their fore-fathers itch!</L>
<L>Pri&s;ons are fill'd with Banckrupts; yet we &s;ee</L>
<L>How cra<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ty Merchants often wrong their credits,</L>
<L>And <HI>Lond<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ners</HI> flie to live at <HI>Am&s;terdam!</HI></L>
<L>Nothing can bani&s;h Nature: That's the Moral.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>It was indeed your Fathers known infirmity,</L>
<L>And ever incident to the noble&s;t Natures.</L>
<L>But of your Father, is there yet no hope</L>
<L>Of better news?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, certainly he's &s;lain.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have not heard a &s;tory of more wonder;</L>
<L>That two &s;uch men, of &s;uch e&s;tates and years,</L>
<L>Having liv'd alwayes friends and neighbours nearly,</L>
<L>Should at the la&s;t fall out &s;o mortally</L>
<L>On a poor ca&s;t at bowles! Where wa&s;t they &s;ought?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is uncertain. All we heard of'em</L>
<L>Was, they rode &s;orth ('tis now a whole year pa&s;t)</L>
<L>Singly to end their quarrel: But to what</L>
<L>Part of the kingdom, or the world they took,</L>
<L>We can by no inquiry find or hear</L>
<L>Of either of them. Sure they cro&s;t the Seas,</L>
<L>And both are &s;lain.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;peak poor comfort Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;peak as my heart finds. She's gone for ever too;</L>
<L>Her hearts de&s;ire be with her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now he's there again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then my poor Si&s;ters &s;ickne&s;s; that torments me,</L>
<L>Never in health &s;ince our dear Father left us.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="11" REF="16">
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>And now there.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>How &s;hall I do to &s;ee the&s;e men again?</L>
<L>I &s;hall not be at re&s;t till I be friends with'em.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why here's the noble nature &s;till. 'Twil &s;hew it &s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le &s;eek'em out. <HI>Nathaniel</HI> alwayes lov'd me.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here's an un&s;ettled humor. In the&s;e fits</L>
<L>Hel'e nere be mad, nor ever well in's wits.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT 1. SCENE 3.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Te&s;ty. Quick&s;ands. Millicent.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go to I &s;ay, go to; as y're my Neece,</L>
<L>And hope t'inherit any thing that's mine:</L>
<L>Shake off this Maiden peevi&s;hne&s;s. Do you whimper</L>
<L>Upon your wedding day? Or, do you think</L>
<L>You are not married yet? Did you not &s;ay</L>
<L>I <HI>Millicent</HI> take <HI>Mandevill?</HI> A ha!</L>
<L>Was it not &s;o? Did not I give you too?</L>
<L>I that have bred you from the cradle up</L>
<L>To a fit growth to match with his fair years;</L>
<L>And far more fair e&s;tate.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>I, there's the Match&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Love him I charge you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile endeavour't Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>You will endeavour't! Is't no further yet?</L>
<L>Stand from her, Nephew! I'le &s;o &s;winge her. Ha!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quick.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let me intreat your patience. She's my wife Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dandle her in her humour, do; and &s;poyle her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quick.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis but her mode&s;ty.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Her &s;ullen doggedne&s;s,</L>
<L>I'le ba&s;te it out of her. You do not know her</L>
<L>As I do, Nephew.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quick.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;hall, Sir, before morning</L>
<L>Better I doubt not. Come we &s;hall agree.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>You will endeavour't! Come I'le &s;ee it done.</L>
<L><PB N="12" REF="17">
Marry a man fir&s;t, and then endeavour</L>
<L>To love him will you? Ha! Is it but &s;o?</L>
<L>I'le &s;ee you love him pre&s;ently. So to bed.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>What before Supper?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>A po&s;&s;et and to bed,</L>
<L>I'le &s;ee it done. And cau&s;e you are &s;o nice</L>
<L>(To bed I &s;ay) there I will &s;ee more done</L>
<L>Then I will &s;peak. Tell me of your endeavour!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quick.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be not &s;o rough and &s;tiffe with her, good Uncle,</L>
<L>I know my &s;upple tender dealing will</L>
<L>Get more upon her love then all your chidings.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Such tender dealers &s;poyle young Brides; and get</L>
<L>Nothing of &s;tubborne&s;s. Down with her I &s;ay</L>
<L>Now in her wedding &s;heets: She will be naught el&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Con&s;true more charitably, I be&s;eech you,</L>
<L>My Virgin blu&s;hes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis your &s;ullenne&s;s;</L>
<L>Would you have brided it &s;o lumpi&s;hly</L>
<L>With your &s;pruce younker, that fine &s;ilken beggar,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Land lies in your Husbands counting hou&s;e;</L>
<L>Or the mo&s;t part.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>O my <HI>Theophilus.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quick.</SPEAKER>
<L>Indeed the better half; not without hope</L>
<L>To have the re&s;t as he may want my money.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Would you have whin'd and pul'd, had you had him,</L>
<L>To bedward think you? yet to &s;peak the truth,</L>
<L>And that wherein &s;he has vext me a thou&s;and times,</L>
<L>I never &s;aw her laugh, nor heard her &s;ing</L>
<L>In all my life: yet &s;he could both, I have heard,</L>
<L>In company &s;he lik'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>It has been' mong Maidens then.</L>
<L>But honour'd Sir (I know what I will do)</L>
<L>To let you &s;ee and hear, &s;ince you de&s;ire</L>
<L>To have me &s;hew a cheerfulne&s;s unto</L>
<L>My reverend Husband: Look you Sir, I'le ki&s;s him,</L>
<L>Clap him, and &s;troke him: Ha, my Joe, ha, ha, ha, &amp;c.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="13" REF="17">
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>H<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">y day.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quick.</SPEAKER>
<L>She'l make me blu&s;h anon I think.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le &s;ing him &s;ongs too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Whoop, how's this?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>That I will chick, old &s;ongs and over old ones,</L>
<L>Old as thy reverend &s;elf, my Chick a bird.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>She cals me chick and bird: The common names</L>
<L>With wives that Cuck<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ld their old cravend husbands.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>(Shee &s;ings)</STAGE>
<Q><L><HI>She made him a bed of the thi&s;tle down &s;oft,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Shee laid her &s;elf under to bear him a loft,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And ever &s;he &s;ung &s;weet turn thee to me,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Wee'l make the new bed cry Jiggy Joggy.</HI></L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>What impudence is this.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Shee's gon as far</L>
<L>Beyond it now as it was to't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now may you an&s;wer.</L>
<STAGE>(Shee &s;ings)</STAGE>
<Q><L><HI>Go to bed &s;weet heart I'le come to thee,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Make thy bed fine and &s;oft I'le lig with thee.</HI> Ha, ha, ha.</L></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is this your ba&s;hful Neece.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>What can&s;t thou mean by this? dos this become thee?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray do not beat me o'my wedding might, but tell me</L>
<L>How this and half a dozen chopping Children may</L>
<L>Become an old mans wife &s;ome five years hence.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>O intollerabl!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is't po&s;&s;ible thou can&s;t do thus?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let women judge. Tis very po&s;&s;ible</L>
<L>That a young Iu&s;ty wife may have &s;ix Children</L>
<L>By one at once in five years, Sir, and by</L>
<L>One Father too. Ile make him young enough</L>
<L>To Father mine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Shee'l make a youth of me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>(She &s;ings.)</STAGE>
<L>There was a Lady lov'd a &s;wine.</L>
<STAGE>Honey, quoth &s;he,</STAGE>
<L>And wil<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> thou be true love mine.</L>
<STAGE>Hoogh, quoth he.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="14" REF="18">
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you hear gentlewoman; are you i' your wits?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, and my own hou&s;e I hope. I pray be civil.</L>
<L>Shall we to bed, Sir, &s;upperle&s;s? you need</L>
<L>No &s;tirring meats, it &s;eems. I'm glad on'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">.</L>
<L>Come, biddy, come away, will you &s;ee Uncle</L>
<L>How I will love him <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">oed? come away.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>My edge is taken off. this impudence</L>
<L>Of hers, has outfac'd my concupi&s;ence.</L>
<L>Da&s;ht all quite out o' Countenance! what a bea&s;t</L>
<L>Was I to marry? Rather, what a bea&s;t</L>
<L>Am I to be? * How now! O horrible.</L>
<STAGE>A &s;owgelders horn blown.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>What hidious noi&s;e is this.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>I cannot help it.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ent.</HI> Buzzard.</STAGE>
<L>While I went forth for the half pint of Sack</L>
<L>To make your prodigal po&s;&s;et; and the maid</L>
<L>(Watching the Milk, for running ore) &s;orgot</L>
<L>To &s;hut the door, they all ru&s;h'd in.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>What they, what all?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Vizarded people, Sir, and odly &s;hap'd.</L>
<L>You'l &s;ee anon. Their tuning o'their pipes,</L>
<L>And &s;wear they'll gi'ye a willy nilly dance</L>
<L>Before you go to bed, tho'you &s;tole your Marriage.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Outragious Roy&s;ters.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Call and rai&s;e the &s;treet.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>That were to let in violence indeed.</L>
<L>The&s;e are &s;ome merry harmele&s;s friends I warrant.</L>
<L>I knew I could not be &s;o ill belov'd</L>
<L>Among the batchelers, but &s;ome would find</L>
<L>Way to congratulate our honoured Marriage.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>What, with horn mu&s;ick?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>A new kind of flouri&s;h.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis a flat con&s;piracy.</L>
<L>This is <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">our ba&s;h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ul mode&s;t whimpring Neece.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then let'em in. If they wrong us to night,</L>
<L>The Law to morrow &s;hall af<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ord us right.</L>
<L><PB N="15" REF="18">
Pray let's re&s;olveto &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">et. Here comes their Prologue.</L>
<STAGE>flo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">i&s;h,</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer</SPEAKER>
<L>At a late Parliment held by the Gods,</L>
<STAGE>Ent. Mercury.</STAGE>
<L><HI>Cupid</HI> and <HI>Hymen</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ell at bitter ods</L>
<L>Upon an argument; wherein each did try</L>
<L>T'advance his own 'bove tothers deity,</L>
<L>Out of this que&s;tion, which might happier prove</L>
<L>Love without Marriage, or Marriage without love.</L>
<L>By the effects the tryal mu&s;t be made:</L>
<L>So each from others Office drew his aid;</L>
<L><HI>Cupid</HI> no more of <HI>Hymens</HI> matches fram'd;</L>
<L>Nor <HI>Hymen</HI> married tho&s;e that love inflam'd.</L>
<L>Now mark, the &s;ad effects this &s;trife begot,</L>
<L><HI>Cupid</HI> his fiery darts and arrows &s;hot</L>
<L>As thick as ere he did; and equal hearts</L>
<L>He wounds with equal love. But <HI>Hymen</HI> parts</L>
<L>Their forward hands (alas!) and joyneth none</L>
<L>But tho&s;e which his new match-Maker brings on,</L>
<L>(Old greedy <HI>Avarice)</HI> who by his &s;pells,</L>
<L>In brea&s;ts of Parents and of guardians dwells,</L>
<L>That force their tendelings to loathed beds;</L>
<L>Which uncouth Policie to &s;orrow leads</L>
<L>Thou&s;ands a thou&s;and wayes, of which the lea&s;t</L>
<L>Is this with which we celebrate your fea&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>A &s;pecial drove of horn bea&s;ts.</L>
<STAGE>Enter four Ma&s;quers with horns on their heads: a Stag, a Ram, and Goa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">, a a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> Ox followed by four per&s;ons, a Cour|tier, a Captain, a Schollar and a But|cher.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mer.</SPEAKER>
<L>The&s;e few are thought enough to &s;hew how more</L>
<L>Would appear horrible, the town hath &s;tore.</L>
<L>The fir&s;t's a Lawyer, who by &s;trife prevail'd</L>
<L>To wed a wife, that was by love in|tail'd</L>
<L>Unto that Courtier, who had the hap</L>
<L>Soon after to adorn him with that cap.</L>
<L>The next a country cormorant, who&s;e great wealth,</L>
<L><PB N="16" REF="19">
By a bad fathers will, obtain'd by &s;tealth</L>
<L>That valiant Souldiers Mi&s;tre&s;s: <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">or which matter</L>
<L>The Enginier his &s;con&s;e with Rams did batter.</L>
<L>This an old Goati&s;h U&s;ure, that mu&s;t</L>
<L>Needs buy a wretches daughter to his lu&s;t;</L>
<L>Doated, and married her without a groat,</L>
<L>That Herald gave this cre&s;t unto his coat.</L>
<L>And that's the Citizen, &s;o broadly pated,</L>
<L>Which this mad Butcher, cuckold antidated.</L>
<L>Now by this dance let husband that doth wed</L>
<L>Bride from her proper love to loathed bed</L>
<L>Ob&s;erve his fortune. Mu&s;ick &s;trike aloud</L>
<L>The cuckolds joy, with merry pipe &amp; crowd.</L>
<STAGE>They dance to mu|&s;ick of Cornets &amp; Violins.</STAGE>
<STAGE>The Daunce.</STAGE>
<STAGE>Exit, Ma&s;quers.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>How now! all vani&s;ht! The devil take the hidmo&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>The foremo&s;t I &s;ay; and lay him a block</L>
<L>For all the re&s;t to break their necks upon.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who are they? Can you gue&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Truly, not I Sir.</L>
<L>Some of my husbands friends perhaps, that came</L>
<L>To warn him of his fortune.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well con&s;ider'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lock the doors after 'em, and let us to bed;</L>
<L>And lock our &s;elves up, chick, &s;afe from all danger.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>We will to bed chick, &s;ince you'l have it &s;o.</L>
<L>This key &s;hall be your guard: And here's another</L>
<L>Shall &s;ecure me. My hou&s;e has &s;tore of beds in't.</L>
<L>I bring you not to an unfurni&s;ht dwelling.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be not afraid to lie with me, good man,</L>
<L>Ile &s;o re&s;tore thee' gain with Cawdels and Cock-broths,</L>
<L>So cuckle the up to morrow, thou &s;halt &s;ee&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>O immode&s;tie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou ha&s;t good &s;tore of goid, and &s;halt not want it</L>
<L>In Culli&s;es: in every broth Ile boil</L>
<L><PB N="17" REF="19">
An angel at the lea&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile hang fir&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am quite out of wits; and yet Ile coun&s;el</L>
<L>Thee, Nephew. Heark thee.</L>
<STAGE>They whi&s;per.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis like to be mad coun&s;el.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>But will you not lie with me then?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>No marry &s;hall he not.</L>
<L>Nephew, You &s;hall not, till &s;hee bride it mode&s;tly.</L>
<L>Tis now too late, but Ile &s;o rattle her up to morrow.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis too late now, &amp; yet he'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> do't to morrow! good!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Will you to your lodging?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Where be my bride-maids?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>They wait you in your chamber.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<P>The devil o'maid's i'chis but my fellow <HI>Madg</HI> the Kitching maid, and <HI>Malkin</HI> the Cat, or batchelor but my &s;elf, and an old Fox, that my ma&s;ter has kept a prenti&s;hip to palliate his pal&s;ie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Where be the maids, I &s;ay; and Batchelors</L>
<L>To di&s;appoint my husband.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mark you that?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mean, to take your points. But you have none.</L>
<L>O thrifty age! My Bridegroom is &s;o wi&s;e,</L>
<L>In &s;tead of points, to hazzard hooks and eyes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Shee means the eyes in's head, Ile hang el&s;e.</L>
<L>My Ma&s;ter is like to make a blind match here.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Take up the lights, &s;irrah.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope &s;he talks &s;o idly, but for want</L>
<L>Of &s;leep; and &s;leep &s;he &s;hall for me to night.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>And well &s;aid Nephew. Will you to your chamber, Mi&s;tre&s;s?&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hey ho, to bed, to bed, to bed.</L>
<L>No Bride &s;o glad&mdash;to keep her Maiden-head.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="act">
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<PB N="18" REF="20">
<HEAD>ACT 2. SCENE 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Lucy. Phillis.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Y'are the fir&s;t Maid that ere I entertain'd</L>
<L>Upon &s;o &s;mall acquaintance. Yet y'are welcom,</L>
<L>I like your hand and carriage.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis your favour.</L>
<L>But love, they &s;ay &s;weet Mi&s;tri&s;s, is receiv'd</L>
<L>At the fir&s;t &s;ight, and why not &s;ervice then,</L>
<L>Which often brings more ab&s;olute returns</L>
<L>Of the dear tru&s;t impos'd, and firmer faith</L>
<L>By Servants then by lovers?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay there <HI>Phillis.</HI></L>
<L>I may, by that, conjecture you have been</L>
<L>Deceiv' by &s;ome fal&s;e Lover.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who, I Mi&s;tri&s;s?</L>
<L>I hope I look too merrily for &s;uch a one,</L>
<L>Somewhat too cour&s;ly too, to be belov'd;</L>
<L>If I were &s;ad and hand&s;ome, then it might</L>
<L>Be thought I were a little love &s;ick. Pray</L>
<L>How long has this di&s;ea&s;e affected you;</L>
<L>This melancholy, Mi&s;tri&s;s? Not ever &s;ince</L>
<L>You lo&s;t your father I hope.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>For the mo&s;t part.</L>
<L>Thou &s;aid&s;t, me thought, that love might be tane in</L>
<L>At the fir&s;t fight</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>There 'tis. I find her.</L>
<L>Love, Mi&s;tri&s;s? yes, a Maid may take in more</L>
<L>Love at one look, or at a little loop-hole,</L>
<L>Then all the Doddy poles in Town can purge</L>
<L>Out of her while &s;he lives; &s;he &s;mothring it,</L>
<L>And not make known her pa&s;&s;ion. There's the mi&s;chie&punc;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Suppo&s;e &s;he love an enemy to her hou&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>An enemy! Put ca&s;e the ca&s;e were yours.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="19" REF="20">
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>But 'tis no ca&s;e of mine; put by I pray thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le put it to you though I mi&s;s your ca&s;e.</L>
<L>Suppo&s;e it were your hou&s;e, and Ma&s;ter <HI>Arthur,</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e father was your fathers enemy,</L>
<L>Were your belov'd&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray thee no more.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now I have &s;truck the vein. Suppo&s;e I &s;ay,</L>
<L>All this were true; would you confound your &s;elf</L>
<L>In &s;mothering your love, which, in it &s;elf,</L>
<L>Is pure and innocent, until it grow</L>
<L>To a pernicious di&s;ea&s;e within you;</L>
<L>And hide it in your bo&s;om, till it work</L>
<L>Your kindled heart to a&s;hes?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou ha&s;t won</L>
<L>My patience to attention: Therefore tell me</L>
<L>If thou can&s;t find or think it honourable</L>
<L>In me to take &s;uch an affection?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, and religious; mo&s;t commendable,</L>
<L>Could you but win his love into a marriage,</L>
<L>To beget peace between your families.</L>
<L>How many, and what great examples have we,</L>
<L>From former ages, and of later times,</L>
<L>Of &s;trong di&s;&s;entions between furious factions,</L>
<L>That to their oppo&s;ite hou&s;es have drawn in</L>
<L>Eithers Allies and F<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">iends, whole Provinces,</L>
<L>Yea, Kingdoms into deadly oppo&s;ition;</L>
<L>Till the wide wounds on both &s;ides have &s;ent forth</L>
<L>Rivers of blood, which onely have been &s;top'd</L>
<L>By the fo&s;t bands of love in marriages</L>
<L>Of equal branches, &s;prung from the fir&s;t roots</L>
<L>Of all tho&s;e Hell-bred hatreds!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>My good Maid&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, I have been a good one to my grief.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou ha&s;t given me &s;trength to tell thee, and I hope</L>
<L>When it is told, I &s;hall have yet more ea&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>I warrant you Mi&s;tri&s;s. Therefore out with it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="20" REF="21">
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>I love that worthy Gentleman; and am confident</L>
<L>That in the time of our two fathers friend&s;hip</L>
<L>He' affected me no le&s;s: But &s;ince that time</L>
<L>I have not &s;een him, nor dare mention him</L>
<L>To wrong my brothers patience, who is &s;o pa&s;&s;ionate,</L>
<L>That could he but &s;u&s;pect I bred a thought</L>
<L>That favour'd him, I were for ever lo&s;t.</L>
<L>For this &s;ad cau&s;e, as well as for the lo&s;s</L>
<L>Of my dear Father, I have &s;igh'd away</L>
<L>Twelve Moons in &s;ilent &s;orrow; and have heard</L>
<L>That <HI>Arthur</HI> too (but for what cau&s;e I know not)</L>
<L>Has not been &s;een abroad; but &s;pends his time</L>
<L>In pen&s;ive &s;olitude.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Perhaps he grieves</L>
<L>As much for the &s;uppo&s;ed lo&s;s of you,</L>
<L>As of his Father too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>The be&s;t con&s;truction,</L>
<L>I make of his retiredne&s;s, is the ble&s;t</L>
<L>Prevention (which I daily pray for) of</L>
<L>A fatal meeting 'twixt him an<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> my Brother,</L>
<L>Which would be &s;ure the death of one or both.</L>
<L>And now that fear invades me, as it does alwayes,</L>
<L>My Brother being abroad; and &s;uch an ab&s;ence</L>
<L>Has not been u&s;ual: I have not &s;een him</L>
<L>Since ye&s;terday&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fear nothing, Mi&s;tri&s;s. Now you have eas'd your mind,</L>
<L>Let me alone to comfort you. And &s;ee your Brother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>How is it with you Si&s;ter?</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Theoph.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Much better now then when you le<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">t me Brother,</L>
<L>If no ill accident has happened you</L>
<L>Since your departure; as I fear there has:</L>
<L>Why look you el&s;e &s;o &s;adly? &s;peak, dear Brother.</L>
<L>I hope you did not meet the man you hate.</L>
<L>If you did, &s;peak. If you have fought and &s;lain him,</L>
<L>I charge you tell, that I may know the wor&s;t</L>
<L>Of fortune can befal me: I &s;hall gain</L>
<L><PB N="21" REF="21">
Perhaps a death by't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;peak as if you lov'd the man I hate,</L>
<L>And that you fear I have kil'd him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not for love</L>
<L>Of him I a&s;&s;ure you Sir; but of your &s;elf.</L>
<L>Her fear in this ca&s;e, Sir, is that the Law</L>
<L>May take from her the comfort of her life</L>
<L>In taking you from her, and &s;o &s;he were</L>
<L>But a dead woman. We were &s;peaking</L>
<L>Of &s;uch a danger ju&s;t as you came in;</L>
<L>And truly, Sir, my heart even tremble-tremble-trembles,</L>
<L>To think upon it yet. Pray, Sir, re&s;olve her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then 'twas your frivolous fear that wrought in her.</L>
<L>Good Si&s;ter be at peace: for, by my love to you,</L>
<L>(An oath I will not violate) I neither &s;aw</L>
<L>Nor &s;ought him, I. But other thoughts perplex me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>What, were you at the wedding, Brother?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who&s;e wedding, Si&s;ter?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your lo&s;t love <HI>Millicents.</HI> Are you now &s;ad</L>
<L>After your la&s;t leave taking?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>What do you mean?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>There may be other matches, my good Brother&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>You wrong me &s;hamefully, to think that I</L>
<L>Can think of other then her memorie.</L>
<L>Though &s;he be lo&s;t and dead to me, can you</L>
<L>Be &s;o unnatural as to de&s;ire</L>
<L>The &s;eparation of a thought of mine</L>
<L>From her dear memorie; which is all the comfort</L>
<L>My heart is married to, or I can live by.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Surely good Sir, in my opinion,</L>
<L>Sharp, eager &s;tomacks may be better fed</L>
<L>With a'ery &s;mell of meat, then the bare thought</L>
<L>Of the mo&s;t curious dainties&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>What piece of impudence have you receiv'd</L>
<L>Into my hou&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray Brother pardon me.</L>
<L><PB N="22" REF="22">
I took her, as I find her, for my comfort,</L>
<L>She has by councel and di&s;cour&s;e wrought much</L>
<L>Ea&s;e and delight into my troubled thoughts.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good Maid forgive me; and my gentle Si&s;ter,</L>
<L>I pray thee bear with my de&s;tractions.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>A good natur'd Gentleman for all his ha&s;ty fla&s;hes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>And now I'le tell you Si&s;ter (do not chide me)</L>
<L>I have a new affliction.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>What is it brother?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am ingag'd unto a Gentleman,</L>
<L>(A noble valiant Gentleman) for my life,</L>
<L>By hazarding his own, in my behalf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>It was then again&s;t <HI>Arthur.</HI></L>
<L>What villain was't dur&s;t take your cau&s;e in hand</L>
<L>Again&s;t that man?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>You wrong me beyond &s;uffrance,</L>
<L>And my dear fathers blood within your &s;elf,</L>
<L>In &s;eeming careful of that mans &s;afety&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>His &s;afety Sir? Alas! &s;he means, he is</L>
<L>A villain that would take the honor of</L>
<L>His death out of your hands, if he mu&s;t fall</L>
<L>By &s;word of man.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Again, I ask you pardon. But I had</L>
<L>A quarrel ye&s;terday, that drew &s;trong odds</L>
<L>Upon my &s;ingle per&s;on; Three to one:</L>
<L>When, at the in&s;tant, that brave Gentleman</L>
<L>With his &s;word, &s;ides me, puts'em all to flight&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>But how can that afflict you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>How quick you are!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good Brother I ha'done.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>My affliction is,</L>
<L>That I not know the man, to whom I am</L>
<L>So much ingag'd, to give him thanks at lea&s;t.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Nath.</STAGE>
<L>O Sir y'are welcome, though we parted &s;omewhat</L>
<L>Abruptly ye&s;terday.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I thank you Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="23" REF="22">
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray thee <HI>Nat.</HI> tell me, for I hope thou know'&s;t him;</L>
<L>What Gentleman was that came in betwixt us?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>If the devil know him no better, he will lo&s;e</L>
<L>A part of his due I think. But to the purpo&s;e,</L>
<L>I knew your wonted nature would be friends</L>
<L>With me before I could come at you. However, I</L>
<L>Have news for you that might de&s;erve your love,</L>
<L>Were you my deadly enemy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>What is't pray thee?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sweet Mi&s;t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">i&s;s <HI>Lucy</HI> &s;o long un&s;aluted?</L>
<STAGE>Ki&s;s.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Brother attends your news Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Wench become her Chamber-maid! very pretty!</L>
<L>How the Jade mumps for fear I &s;hould di&s;cover her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your news good <HI>Nat?</HI> what is it ready made,</L>
<L>Or are you now but coining it?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, it was coin'd la&s;t night, o'the right &s;tamp,</L>
<L>And pa&s;&s;es current for your good. Now know,</L>
<L>That I, and <HI>Mun,</HI> and <HI>Vince,</HI> with divers others</L>
<L>Of our Comrades, were la&s;t night at the Bride-hou&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>What mi&s;chief did you there?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>A Ma&s;que, a Ma&s;que lad, in which we pre&s;ented</L>
<L>The mi&s;eries of inforced Marriages</L>
<L>So lively&mdash;Zooks, lay by your captious countenance,</L>
<L>And hear me hand&s;omely.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good brother do, it has a fine beginning.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>But mark what follows;</L>
<L>This morning, early up we got again,</L>
<L>And with our Fidlers made a fre&s;h a&s;&s;ault</L>
<L>And battery 'gain&s;t the bed-rid bride-grooms window,</L>
<L>With an old &s;ong, a very wondrous old one,</L>
<L>Of all the cares, vexations, fears and torments,</L>
<L>That a decrepit, na&s;ty, rotten Husband</L>
<L>Meets in a youthful, beauteous, &s;prightly wife:</L>
<L>So as the weak wretch will &s;hortly be afraid,</L>
<L>That his own feebler &s;hadow makes him Cuckold.</L>
<L><PB N="24" REF="23">
Our Ma&s;que o're night begat a &s;eparation</L>
<L>Betwixt'em before bed time: for we found</L>
<L>Him at one window, coughing and &s;pitting at us;</L>
<L>She at another, laughing, and throwing money</L>
<L>Down to the Fidlers, while her Uncle <HI>Te&s;ty,</HI></L>
<L>From a third Port-hole raves, denouncing Law,</L>
<L>And thundring &s;tatutes 'gain&s;t their Min&s;tral&s;ie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Would he refu&s;e his bride-bed the fir&s;t night?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hang him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Our Horn-ma&s;que put him off it, (ble&s;s my in|vention)</L>
<L>For which, I think, you'l Judge &s;he'le for&s;ake him</L>
<L>All nights and dayes hereafter. Here's a ble&s;&s;ing</L>
<L>Prepard now for you, if you have grace to follow it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Out of my hou&s;e, that I may kill thee; Go:</L>
<L>For here it were inho&s;pitable. Hence,</L>
<L>Thou bu&s;ie vaillain, that with &s;ugard malice</L>
<L>Ha&s;t poy&s;on'd all my hopes; ruin'd my comforts</L>
<L>In that &s;weet &s;oul for ever. Go, I &s;ay,</L>
<L>That I may with the &s;afety of my man-hood,</L>
<L>Right me upon that mi&s;chievous head of thine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is this your way of thanks for courte&s;ies;</L>
<L>Or is't our luck alwayes to meet good friends,</L>
<L>And never part &s;o? yet before I go,</L>
<L>I will demand your rea&s;on (if you have any)</L>
<L>Wherein our friendly care can prejudice you;</L>
<L>Or poy&s;on any hopes of yours in <HI>Millicent?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray brother tell him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes: that he may die</L>
<L>Satisfied, that I did but Ju&s;tice on him,</L>
<L>In killing him. That villain, old in mi&s;chief,</L>
<L>(Hell take him) that has married her, conceives</L>
<L>It was my plot (I know he does) and, for</L>
<L>A &s;ure revenge, will either work her death</L>
<L>By poy&s;on, or &s;ome other cruelty,</L>
<L>Or keep her lock'd up in &s;uch mi&s;ery,</L>
<L><PB N="25" REF="23">
That I &s;hall never &s;ee her more.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I an&s;wer&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not in a word, let me intreat you, go.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fair Mi&s;tri&s;s <HI>Lucy&mdash;</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Neither &s;hall &s;he hear you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Her Maid &s;hall then: or I'le not out to night.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>On what acquaintance Sir.</L>
<STAGE>He takes her a&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be not afraid: I take no notice o'thee,</L>
<L>I like thy cour&s;e, Wench, and will keep thy councel,</L>
<L>And come &s;ometimes, and bring thee a bit and th'wilt.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le &s;ee you choak'd fir&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou art not the fir&s;t</L>
<L>Ca&s;t Wench that has made a good Chamber-maid.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>O you are ba&s;e, and I could claw your eyes out.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray tell your Ma&s;ter now: &s;o fare you well Sir.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>I thank you, Brother, that you promi&s;e me</L>
<L>You will not follow him now, &s;ome other time</L>
<L>Will be more fit. What &s;aid he to you, <HI>Phillis?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Marry he &s;aid (help me good apron &s;trings.)</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>What was it that he &s;aid?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have it now.</L>
<L>It was in an&s;wer, Sir, of your objections.</L>
<L>Fir&s;t, that you fear'd the old man, wickedly,</L>
<L>Would make away his wife: to which he &s;aies,</L>
<L>That is not to be fear'd, while &s;he has &s;o</L>
<L>Much fear of Heaven before her eyes. And next,</L>
<L>That he would lock her up from &s;ight of man:</L>
<L>To which he an&s;wers, &s;he is &s;o indued</L>
<L>With wit of woman, that were &s;he lock'd up,</L>
<L>Or had locks hung upon her, locks upon locks;</L>
<L>Locks of prevention, or &s;ecurity:</L>
<L>Yet being a woman, &s;he would have her will;</L>
<L>And break tho&s;e locks as ea&s;ily as her Wedlock.</L>
<L>La&s;tly, for your acce&s;s unto her &s;ight;</L>
<L>If you have Land he &s;aies to &s;ell or Mortgage,</L>
<L>He'le undertake his doors, his wife and all,</L>
<L><PB N="26" REF="24">
Shall fly wide open to you,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>He could not lay &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Troth, but tis like his wild way of expre&s;&s;ion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes; I knew that: my wit el&s;e had been puzzl'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>And now I find my &s;elf in&s;tructed by him;</L>
<L>And friends with him again. Now, <HI>Arnold,</HI> any tidings.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not of the gentleman that &s;ought for you. <HI>Ent. Arn.</HI></L>
<L>But I have other newes thats worth your knowledge.</L>
<L>Your enemy, young <HI>Arthur,</HI> that has not</L>
<L>Been &s;een abroad this twel'moneth is got forth</L>
<L>In a di&s;gui&s;e I hear, and weapon'd well.</L>
<L>I have it from mo&s;t &s;ure inteligence.</L>
<L>Look to your &s;elf, &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>My blood chills again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>P&s;eugh, Ile not think of him. To dinner &s;i&s;ter.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT. 2 SCENE. 2.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Quick-&s;ands. Testy. Millicent.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here was a good night, and good morrow to</L>
<L>Given by a crew of Devils.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Twas her plot,</L>
<L>And let her &s;mart <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">or'c.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Smart, Sir, did you &s;ay?</L>
<L>I think 'twas &s;mart enough for a young Bride</L>
<L>To be made lye alone, and gnaw the &s;heets</L>
<L>Upon her wedding.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Rare impudence!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>But for your &s;atisfaction, as I hope</L>
<L>To gain your favour as you are my Uncle,</L>
<L>I know not any acter in this bu&s;ine&s;s.</L>
<STAGE>Ent. Buz. with a paper. Quick reads it.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, her's a letter thrown into the entry.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is &s;ome villanous libel then I warrant.</L>
<L>Saw&s;t thou not who convai'd it in?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not 1. I onely found it, Sr.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="27" REF="24">
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray read it you. Not my own hou&s;e free from'em!</L>
<L>The devil ow'd me a &s;pight; and when he has plow'd</L>
<L>An old mans lu&s;t up, he &s;its grinning at him.</L>
<L>Nay, I that have &s;o many gallant enemies</L>
<L>On fire, to do me mi&s;chief, or di&s;grace;</L>
<L>That I mu&s;t provide tinder for their &s;parks!</L>
<L>The very thought bears weight enough to &s;ink me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>May I be worthy, Sir, to know your trouble?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you know your &s;elf?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Am I your trouble then?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis &s;worn and written in that letter there</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt be wicked. Hundreds have tane oaths</L>
<L>To make thee fal&s;e, and me a horned Mon&s;ter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>And does that trouble you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Does it not you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>A dream has done much more. Pray, Sir, your pa|tience,</L>
<L>And now I will be &s;erious, and endeavour</L>
<L>To mend your faith in me. Is't in their power</L>
<L>To de&s;troy vertue, think you; or do you</L>
<L>Suppo&s;e me fal&s;e already; tis perhaps</L>
<L>Their plot to drive you into that opinion.</L>
<L>And &s;o to make you ca&s;t me out among&s;t'em:</L>
<L>You may do &s;o upon the words of &s;trangers;</L>
<L>And if they tell you all, your gold is counterfeit,</L>
<L>Throw that out after me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now &s;hee &s;peaks woman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>But &s;ince the&s;e men pretend, and you &s;uppo&s;e'em</L>
<L>To be my friends, that carry this pre&s;umption</L>
<L>Over my will, Ile take charge of my &s;elf,</L>
<L>And do fair ju&s;tice, both on them and you:</L>
<L>My honour is my own; and i'm no more</L>
<L>Yours yet, on whom my Uncle has be&s;towed me,</L>
<L>Then all the worlds (the ceremony off)</L>
<L>And will remain &s;o, free from them and you;</L>
<L>Who, by the fal&s;e light of their wild-fire fla&s;hes</L>
<L>Have &s;lighted and deprav'd me and your bride bed;</L>
<L><PB N="28" REF="25">
Till you recant your wilfull ignorance,</L>
<L>And they their petulant folly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>This &s;ounds well.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Both they and you trench on my Peace and Honor;</L>
<L>Dearer then beauty, plea&s;ure wealth and fortune;</L>
<L>I would &s;tand under the fall of my e&s;tate</L>
<L>Mo&s;t chearefully, and &s;ing: For there be wayes</L>
<L>To rai&s;e up fortunes ruines, were her towers</L>
<L>Shattered in pieces, and the glorious ball</L>
<L>Shee &s;tands on cleft a&s;under: But for Peace</L>
<L>Once ruin'd, there's no reparation;</L>
<L>If Honour fall, which is the &s;oul of life,</L>
<L>Tis like the damned, it nere lifts the head</L>
<L>Up to the light again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Neece, thou ha&s;t won mee;</L>
<L>And Nephew, &s;he's to good for you. I charge you</L>
<L>Give her her will: Ile have her home again el&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know not what I can deny her now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>I ask but this, that you will give me leave</L>
<L>To keep a vow I made, which was la&s;t night</L>
<L>Becau&s;e you flighted me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay there a little.</L>
<L>I'le lay the price of twenty Maidenheads</L>
<L>Now, as the market goes, you get not hers</L>
<L>This &s;eav'night.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>My vow is for a moneth; and for &s;o long</L>
<L>I crave your faithful promi&s;e not to attempt me.</L>
<L>In the mean time becau&s;e I will be quit</L>
<L>With my trim, forward Gentlemen, and &s;ecure you</L>
<L>From their a&s;&s;aults; let it be given out,</L>
<L>That you have &s;ent me down into the countrey</L>
<L>Or back unto my Uncles; whither you plea&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Or, tarry, tarry&mdash;&s;tay, &s;tay here a while.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>So I intend, Sir, Ile not leave your hou&s;e,</L>
<L>But be lock'd up in &s;ome convenient room</L>
<L>Not to be &s;een by any, but your &s;elfe&punc;</L>
<L><PB N="29" REF="25">
Or el&s;e to have the liberty of your hou&s;e</L>
<L>In &s;ome di&s;gui&s;e, (if it were po&s;&s;ible)</L>
<L>Free from the lea&s;t &s;u&s;pition of your &s;ervants.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>What needs all this?</L>
<L>Do we not live in a well govern'd City?</L>
<L>And have not I authority? Ile take</L>
<L>The care and guard of you and of your hou&s;e</L>
<L>'Gain&s;t all outragious attempts; and clap</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Goati&s;h Roarers up, fa&s;t as they come.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>I under&s;tand her dri&s;t, Sir, and applaud</L>
<L>Her quaint devi&s;e. Twill put 'em to more trouble,</L>
<L>And more expence in doubtful &s;earch of her,</L>
<L>The be&s;t way to undo 'em is to foil'em</L>
<L>At their own weapons. Tis not to be thought</L>
<L>The'l &s;eek, by violence to force her from me,</L>
<L>But wit; In which wee'l overcome'em.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Agree on't twixt your &s;elves. I &s;ee y'are friends.</L>
<L>I'le leave you to your &s;elves.</L>
<L>Heark hither Neece&mdash;Now I dare tru&s;t you with him:</L>
<L>He is in yeares, tis true. But hear'&s;t thou girl</L>
<L>Old Foxes are be&s;t blades.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'm &s;ure they &s;tink mo&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good keeping makes him bright and young a|gain.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>But for how long.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>A year or two perhaps.</L>
<L>Then, when he dies, his wealth makes thee a Counte&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;peak much comfort, Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's my good Girl.</L>
<L>And Nephew, Love her, I find &s;he de&s;erves it;</L>
<L>Be as benevolent to her as you can;</L>
<L>Shew your good will at lea&s;t. You do not know</L>
<L>How the good will of an old man may work</L>
<L>In a young wife. I mu&s;t now take my journey</L>
<L>Down to my countrey hou&s;e. At your moneths end</L>
<L>Ile vi&s;it you again. No ceremony</L>
<L>Joy and content be with you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic. Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>And a good journey to you.</L>
<STAGE>Exit Te&s;t.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="30" REF="26">
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are content you &s;ay to be lock'd up</L>
<L>Or put in &s;ome di&s;gui&s;e, and have it &s;aid</L>
<L>Y'are gone unto your Uncles. I have heard</L>
<L>Of &s;ome Bridegrooms, that &s;hortly after Marriage</L>
<L>Have gone to &s;ee their Uncles, &s;eldom Brides.</L>
<L>I have thought of another cour&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be't any way.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>What if it were given out y'are run away</L>
<L>Out of a dete&s;tation of your match?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>'T would pull a blot upon my reputation.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>When they con&s;ider my unworthine&s;s</L>
<L>'T will give it credit. They'l commend you for it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;peak well for your &s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;peak as they'l &s;peak.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well; let it be &s;o then: I am content.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wee'l put this in&s;tantly in act. The re&s;t,</L>
<L>As for di&s;gui&s;e, or privacy in my hou&s;e,</L>
<L>You'll leave to me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>All, Sir, to your di&s;po&s;e,</L>
<L>Provided &s;till you urge not to infringe</L>
<L>My vow concerning my virginity.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis the lea&s;t thing I think on,</L>
<L>I will not offer at it till your time.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why here's a happine&s;s in a husband now</L>
<STAGE>exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT 2. SCENE 3.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Diony&s;ia. Rafe.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou tell'&s;t me things, that truth never came near.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis perfect truth: you may believe it. Lady.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Maintain't but in one fillable more, Ile tear</L>
<L>Thy mi&s;chievious tongue out.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fit reward for Tell-troths.</L>
<L>But that's not the reward you promis'd me</L>
<L><PB N="31" REF="26">
For watching of your brothers actions;</L>
<L>You &s;aid for&s;ooth (if't plea&s;e you to remember)</L>
<L>That you would love me for it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Arrogant Ra&s;cal.</L>
<L>I bad thee bring account of what he did</L>
<L>Again&s;t his enemy; and thou report&s;t.</L>
<L>He took his enemies danger on him&s;elf,</L>
<L>And help't to re&s;cue him who&s;e bloody father</L>
<L>Kild ours. Can truth or common rea&s;on claim</L>
<L>A part in this report? My brother doe't!</L>
<L>Or draw a &s;word to help <HI>Theophilus.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis not for any &s;pight I ow my Ma&s;ter,</L>
<L>But for my itch at her that I do this.</L>
<L>I am &s;trangely taken. Such brave &s;pirited women</L>
<L>Have cheri&s;h'd &s;trong back'd &s;ervingmen ere now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why do&s;t not get thee from my &s;ight, fal&s;e fellow?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile be believed fir&s;t. Therefore pray have patience</L>
<L>To peru&s;e that.</L>
<STAGE>gives her a paper.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>My brothers charecter!</L>
<L><HI>Theophilus</HI> &s;i&s;ters name&mdash;The brighter <HI>Lucy</HI></L>
<L>So often written? nothing but her name&mdash;</L>
<L>But change of attributes&mdash;one &s;erves not twice.</L>
<L>Ble&s;&s;ed, divine, Illu&s;trious, all perfection;</L>
<L>And (&s;o heaven ble&s;s me) powerful in one place.</L>
<L>The wor&s;t thing I read yet, heap of all vertues&mdash;</L>
<L>Bright &s;hining, and all the&s;e a&s;crib'd to <HI>Lucy.</HI></L>
<L>O I could cur&s;e thee now for being &s;o ju&s;t</L>
<L>Would thou had'&s;t belied him &s;till.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>I nere belied him, I.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>O mi&s;chief of affection! Mon&s;trous! horrid.</L>
<L>It &s;hall not pa&s;s &s;o quietly. Nay &s;tay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Shee'l cut my throat I fear.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou art a faithful &s;ervant.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>It may do yet:</L>
<L>To you I am &s;weet Lady, and to my ma&s;ter</L>
<L>In true con&s;truction: he is his friend I think</L>
<L><PB N="32" REF="27">
That finds his follies out to have them cur'd,</L>
<L>Which you have onely the true &s;pirit to do.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>How I do love thee now!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>And your love Mi&s;tre&s;s,</L>
<L>(Brave &s;prightly Mi&s;tre&s;s) is the &s;teeple top</L>
<L>Or rather Weathercock o'top of that</L>
<L>To which a&s;pires my lifes ambition.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>How did&s;t thou get this paper.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Among&s;t many</L>
<L>Of his rare twelve-moneths melancholy works,</L>
<L>That lie in's &s;tudy. Mi&s;tre&s;s tis apparent</L>
<L>His melancholy all this while has been</L>
<L>More for her Love, then for his fathers death.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou ha&s;t my love for ever.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Some &s;mall token</L>
<L>In earne&s;t of it. Mi&s;tre&s;s, would be felt,</L>
<STAGE>He offers to ki&s;s her, &s;he &s;trikes him.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Take that in earne&s;t then.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is a &s;ure one.</L>
<L>And the mo&s;t feeling pledge &s;he could have given:</L>
<L>For &s;he is a virago. And I have read</L>
<L>That your viragoes u&s;e to &s;trike all tho&s;e</L>
<L>They mean to lie with: And from thence tis taken</L>
<L>That your brave active women are call'd &s;trikers.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Set me that chair.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>The warm touch of my fle&s;h</L>
<L>Already works in her. I &s;hall be &s;et</L>
<L>To better work immediately. I am prevented.</L>
<L>A way and be not &s;een. Be &s;ure I love thee.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Arthur.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>A ha! This clinches. Another time I'm, &s;ure on'c.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Si&s;ter! where are you? How now! not well or</L>
<STAGE>(She &s;its.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sick brother&mdash;&s;ick at heart, oh&mdash;(&s;leepy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pa&s;&s;ion of heart! where are our &s;ervants now</L>
<L>To run for doctors? ho&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray &s;tay and hear me.</L>
<L>Her's no work for them. They'l find a ma&s;ter here</L>
<L>Too powerful for the &s;trength of all their knowledge.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="33" REF="27">
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>What at thy heart?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, brother, at my heart.</L>
<L>Too &s;cornful to be di&s;po&s;&s;e&s;t by them.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>What may that proud grief be? good &s;i&s;ter name it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>It grieves me more to name it, then to &s;uffer't.</L>
<L>Since I have endur'd the wor&s;t on't, and prov'd con&s;tant</L>
<L>To &s;ufferance and &s;ilence, twere a weakne&s;s</L>
<L>Now to betray a &s;orrow, by a name,</L>
<L>More fit to be &s;everely felt then known.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Indeed I'le know it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Rather let me die,</L>
<L>Then &s;o afflict your under&s;tanding, Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>It &s;hall not afflict me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know you'l chide me for't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Indeed you wrong me now. Can I chide you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>If you be true and hone&s;t you mu&s;t do't,</L>
<L>And hartily.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>You tax me nearly there.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>And that's the phy&s;ick mu&s;t help me or nothing:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>With grief I go about to cure a grief then.</L>
<L>Now &s;peak it boldly, Si&s;ter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Noble Phy&s;itian&mdash;It is&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is! what is it? If you love me, &s;peak.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis&mdash;love and I be&s;eech thee &s;pare me not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Alas dear &s;i&s;ter, can&s;t thou think that love</L>
<L>De&s;erves a chiding in a gentle brea&s;t?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you pitty me already. O faint man</L>
<L>That tremble&s;t but at opening of a wound!</L>
<L>What hope is there of thee to &s;earch and dre&s;s it?</L>
<L>But I am in thy hands, and forc'd to try thee.</L>
<L>I love<HI>&mdash;Theophilus&mdash;</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Theophilus,</HI> brother;</L>
<L>His &s;on that &s;lew our father. Ther's a love!</L>
<L>O more then time 'twere look'd, for fear it fe&s;ters.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">e has put me to't indeed. What mu&s;t I do?</L>
<L><PB N="34" REF="28">
She has a violent &s;pirit; &s;o has he;</L>
<L>And though I wi&s;h mo&s;t &s;eriou&s;ly the match,</L>
<L>Whereby to work mine own with his fair Si&s;ter,</L>
<L>The danger yet, in the negotiation</L>
<L>May quite de&s;troy my cour&s;e; &s;poyle all my hopes.</L>
<L>Ile therefore put her off on't if I can.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Can you be tender now?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>What! To undo you?</L>
<L>I love you not &s;o &s;lightly. Pardon me.</L>
<L>A rough hand mu&s;t be us'd: For here's a wound</L>
<L>Mu&s;t not be gently touch'd; you peri&s;h then,</L>
<L>Under a Brothers pitty. Pray &s;it quiet;</L>
<L>For you mu&s;t &s;uffer all.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le &s;trive to do it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>To love the Son of him that &s;lew your Father!</L>
<L>To &s;ay it &s;hews unlovingne&s;s of nature;</L>
<L>Forgetfulne&s;s in blood, were all but &s;hallow</L>
<L>To the great depth of danger your fault &s;tands in.</L>
<L>It rather ju&s;tifies the act it &s;elf,</L>
<L>And commends that down to po&s;terity</L>
<L>By your blood-cheri&s;hing embraces. Children,</L>
<L>Born of your body, will, in&s;tead of tears,</L>
<L>By your example, offer a thankful joy</L>
<L>To the &s;ad memory of their Gran&s;iers &s;laughter.</L>
<L>Quite contrary! How fearful 'tis to think on't!</L>
<L>What may the world &s;ay too? There goes a daughter,</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;trange de&s;ire leap'd from her Fathers ruine;</L>
<L>Death gave her to the Bride-groom; and the marriage</L>
<L>Knit fa&s;t and cemented with blood. O Si&s;ter&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>O Brother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>How! Well? And &s;o quickly cur'd?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Di&s;&s;embler; foul di&s;&s;embler.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is plain.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Th'ha&s;t play'd with fire; and like a cunning fel|low</L>
<L>Bit in thy pain o'purpo&s;e to deceive</L>
<L>Anothers tender touch. I know thy heart weeps</L>
<L><PB N="35" REF="28">
For what't has &s;poke again&s;t. Thou that dar&s;t love</L>
<L>The daughter of that Feind that &s;lew thy father,</L>
<L>And plead again&s;t thy cau&s;e! unfeeling man,</L>
<L>Can not thy own words melt thee? To that end</L>
<L>I wrought and rais'd'em: 'T was to win thy health,</L>
<L>That I was &s;ick; I play'd thy di&s;ea&s;e to thee,</L>
<L>That thou might&s;t &s;ee the loath'd complection on't,</L>
<L>Far truer in another then ones &s;elf.</L>
<L>And, if thou can&s;t, after all this, tread wickedly,</L>
<L>Thou art a Rebel to all natural love,</L>
<L>And filial duty; dead to all ju&s;t councel:</L>
<L>And every word thou mock'd&s;t with vehemence</L>
<L>Will ri&s;e a wounded father in thy con&s;cience,</L>
<L>To &s;courge thy Judgement. There's thy Saint cro&s;t out,</L>
<L>And all thy memory with her. I'le nere tru&s;t</L>
<STAGE>She tears &amp; throws the paper to him.</STAGE>
<L>Revenge again with thee (&s;o fal&s;e is man|hood)</L>
<L>But take it now into mine own powerfully,</L>
<L>And &s;ee what I can do with my life's hazard;</L>
<L>Your purpo&s;e &s;hall nere thrive. There I'le make &s;ure work.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>How wi&s;e and cunning is a womans malice;</L>
<L>I never was &s;o cozened.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="act">
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT 3. SCENE 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Quick-&s;ands. Buzzard. Madge.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Out of my doors pernicious knave and harlot;</L>
<L>Avaunt I &s;ay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good Ma&s;ter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray you wor&s;hip.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have all the wages you are like to have.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, I dare take your word for that: you'l keep</L>
<L>All moneys fa&s;t enough who&s;e ere it be,</L>
<L>If you but gripe it once.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="36" REF="29">
<SPEAKER>Quic!</SPEAKER>
<L>I am undone,</L>
<L>And &s;ham'd for ever by your negligence,</L>
<L>Or malice rather: for how can it be</L>
<L>She could depart my hou&s;e without your knowledge.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>That cur&s;ed Mi&s;tris that ever &s;he came here!</L>
<L>If I know of her flight, Sir, may the&s;e hands</L>
<L>Never be held up, but to cur&s;e you onely,</L>
<L>If you ca&s;hier me thus: becau&s;e you have lo&s;t</L>
<L>your wife before &s;he was well found, mu&s;t we</L>
<L>Poor innocents be guilty?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<L>For my part,</L>
<L>Or ought I know &s;he may as well be gone</L>
<L>Out o'the the chimney top as out o'door.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>The door mu&s;t be your way; and find her out,</L>
<L>Or never find my door again. Be gone.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Mad.</HI> O, you are a cruel Ma&s;ter.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>So, &s;o, &s;o.</L>
<L>The&s;e cries are laughter to me: Ha, ha, ha.</L>
<L>I will be Ma&s;ter of my invention once,</L>
<L>And now be bold to &s;ee how rich I am</L>
<L>In my concealed wealth. Come, precious mark</L>
<L>Of beauty and perfection, at which envy</L>
<STAGE>Enter Milicent.</STAGE>
<L>And lu&s;t aim all their ranckling poy&s;onous arrowes.</L>
<L>But Ile provide they nere &s;hall touch thy blood.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>What, are your &s;ervants gone?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Turn'd, turn'd away</L>
<L>With blame enough for thy &s;uppo&s;'d e&s;cape:</L>
<L>Which they will rumor &s;o to my di&s;grace</L>
<L>Abroad, that all my envious adver&s;aries</L>
<L>Will, betwixt joy of my conceiv'd misfortune</L>
<L>In thy dear lo&s;s, and their vain hopes to find thee,</L>
<L>Run frantick thorow the &s;treets, while we at home</L>
<L>Sit &s;afe, and laugh at their defeated malice.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>But now for my di&s;gui&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>I, that, that, that.</L>
<L><PB N="37" REF="29">
Be but &s;o good and gentle to thy &s;elf,</L>
<L>To hear me and be rul'd by me in that,</L>
<L>A Queens felicity falls &s;hort of thine.</L>
<L>Ile make thee Mi&s;tre&s;s of a Mine of trea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Give me but peace the way that I de&s;ire it&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Some horrible &s;hape &s;ure that he conjures &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>That I may fool iniquity, and Triumph</L>
<L>Over the lu&s;tful &s;tallions of our time;</L>
<L>Bed-bounders, and leap-Ladies (as they terme'em)</L>
<L>Mount-Mi&s;tre&s;&s;es, di&s;ea&s;es &s;hackle'em,</L>
<L>And &s;pittles pick their bones.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come to the point. What's the di&s;gui&s;e, I pray you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fir&s;t know, my &s;weet, it was the quaint devi&s;e</L>
<L>Of a <HI>Venetian</HI> Merchant, which I learnt</L>
<L>In my young factor&s;hip.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>That of the <HI>Moor?</HI></L>
<L>The Backamore you &s;pake of? Would you make</L>
<L>An <HI>Negro</HI> of me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have pa&s;t your word,</L>
<L>That if I urge not to infringe your vow</L>
<L>(For keeping this moneth your virginity)</L>
<L>You'l wear what &s;hape I plea&s;e. Now this &s;hall both</L>
<L>Kill vain attemps in me, and guard you &s;afe</L>
<L>From all that &s;eek &s;ubver&s;ion of your honour.</L>
<L>Ile fear no powder'd &s;pirits to haunt my hou&s;e,</L>
<L>Ro&s;e-footed fiends, or fumigated Goblins</L>
<L>After this tincture's laid upon thy face,</L>
<L>'Twil cool their kidnies and allay their heats.</L>
<STAGE>A box of black paint|ing.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ble&s;s me! you fright me, Sir. Can jealou&s;ie</L>
<L>Creep into &s;uch a &s;hape? Would you blot out</L>
<L>Heavens workman&s;hip?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why think'&s;t thou, fearful Beauty,</L>
<L>Has heaven no part in <HI>Aegypt?</HI> Pray thee tell me,</L>
<L>Is not an <HI>Ethiopes</HI> face his workman&s;hip</L>
<L>As well as the fair'&s;t Ladies? nay, more too.</L>
<L><PB N="38" REF="30">
Then hers, that daubs and makes adulterate beauty?</L>
<L>Some can be pleas'd to lye in oyles and pa&s;te,</L>
<L>At &s;ins appointment, which is thrice more wicked.</L>
<L>This (which is &s;acred) is for &s;ins prevention.</L>
<L>Illu&s;trious per&s;ons, nay, even Queens them&s;elves</L>
<L>Have, for the glory of a nights pre&s;entment,</L>
<L>To grace the work, &s;uffered as much as this.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Enough Sir, I am obedient.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now I thank thee.</L>
<L>Be fearle&s;s love; this alters not thy beauty,</L>
<L>Though, for a time ob&s;cures it from our eyes.</L>
<L>Thou mai&s;t be, while at plea&s;ure, like the Sun;</L>
<L>Thou do&s;t but ca&s;e thy &s;plendor in a cloud,</L>
<L>To make the beam more precious in it &s;hines.</L>
<L>In &s;tormy troubled weather no Sun's &s;een</L>
<L>Sometimes a moneth together: 'Tis thy ca&s;e now.</L>
<L>But let the roaring tempe&s;t once be over,</L>
<L>Shine out again and &s;pare not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>There's &s;ome comfort.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Take plea&s;ure in the &s;cent fir&s;t; &s;mell to't fearle&s;ly,</L>
<L>And ta&s;te my care in that, how comfortable</L>
<STAGE>He begins to paint her.</STAGE>
<L>'Tis to the no&s;tril, and no foe to feature.</L>
<L>Now red and white tho&s;e two united hou&s;es,</L>
<L>Whence beauty takes her fair name and de&s;cent,</L>
<L>Like peaceful Si&s;ters under one Roof dwelling</L>
<L>For a &s;mall time; farewel. Oh let me ki&s;s ye</L>
<L>Before I part with you&mdash;Now Jewels up</L>
<L>Into your Ebon Casket. And tho&s;e eyes,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e &s;parkling eyes, that &s;end forth mode&s;t anger</L>
<L>To &s;indge the hand of &s;o unkind a Painter,</L>
<L>And make me pull'c away and &s;poyle my work,</L>
<L>They will look &s;treight like Diamonds, &s;et in lead,</L>
<L>That yet retain their vertue and their value.</L>
<L>What murder have I done upon a cheek there!</L>
<L>But there's no pittying: 'Tis for peace and honour;</L>
<L>And plea&s;ure mu&s;t give way. Hold, take the Tincture,</L>
<L><PB N="39" REF="30">
And perfect what's ami&s;s now by your gla&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Some humbler habit mu&s;t be thought on too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Plea&s;e your own fancy. Take my keys of all;</L>
<L>In my pawn Wardrobe you &s;hall find to fit you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>And though I outwardly appear your Drudge,</L>
<L>'Tis fit I have a Maid for private &s;ervice:</L>
<L>My breeding has not been to &s;erve my &s;elf.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exit.</HI> Mil.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tru&s;t to my care for that. One knock. In; in.</L>
<L>Is it to me your bu&s;ine&s;s?</L>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Phillis</HI> like a Cook-maid.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yea, if you</L>
<L>Be Ma&s;ter <HI>Quick-&s;ands</HI> Sir; the Ma&s;ters wor&s;hip</L>
<L>Here o'the hou&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am &s;o. What's your bu&s;ine&s;s?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis upon that, Sir, I would &s;peak Sir, hoping</L>
<L>That you will pardon my pre&s;umptuou&s;ne&s;s,</L>
<L>I am a Mother that do lack a &s;ervice.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have &s;aid enough. I'le entertain no Mothers.</L>
<L>A good Maid &s;ervant, knew I where to find one.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>He is a knave, and like your wor&s;hip, that</L>
<L>Dares &s;ay I am no Maid; and for a &s;ervant</L>
<L>(It ill becomes poor folks to prai&s;e them&s;elves,</L>
<L>But) I were held a tydie one at home.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>O th'art a <HI>Norfolk</HI> woman (cry thee mercy)</L>
<L>Where Maids are Mothers, and Mothers are Maids.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have friends i'th'City that will pa&s;s their words</L>
<L>For my good bearing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha&s;t thou?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes indeed, Sir.</L>
<L>I have a Cou&s;en that is a Retorney</L>
<L>Of <HI>Lyons-Inn,</HI> that will not &s;ee me wrong'd;</L>
<L>And an old Aunt in <HI>Muggle-&s;treet,</HI> a Mid-wife,</L>
<L>That knows what's what as well's another woman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>But where about in <HI>Norfolk</HI> wert thou bred?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>At <HI>Thripper&s;town</HI> Sir, near the City of <HI>Norwich.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quick.</SPEAKER>
<L>where they live much by &s;pinning with the Rocks?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thripping they call it, Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="40" REF="31">
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do&s;t thou not know one <HI>Hulverhead</HI> that keeps</L>
<L>An Innocent in's hou&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>There are but few innocents i'the countrey Sr.</L>
<L>They are given too much to law for that: what &s;hould</L>
<L>That <HI>Hulverhead</HI> be a councellor, Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>No a husband man.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Truly I know none.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am glad &s;he do's not. How knew'&s;t thou I wanted</L>
<L>A &s;ervant.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>At an old wives hou&s;e in Bow-lane</L>
<L>That places &s;ervants, where a maid came in</L>
<L>You put away to day.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>All, and what &s;aid &s;he?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Truly to &s;peak the be&s;t and wor&s;t, for&s;ooth,</L>
<L>She &s;aid her fault de&s;erv'd her puni&s;hment</L>
<L>For letting of her Mi&s;tre&s;s run away.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>The nevves goes current. I am glad o'that.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>And that you were a very &s;trict hard man,</L>
<L>But very ju&s;t in all your promi&s;es.</L>
<L>And &s;uch a ma&s;ter vvould I &s;erve to chu&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>This innocent countrey Mother takes me.</L>
<L>Her looks &s;peak Whole&s;omne&s;s; and that old vvoman</L>
<L>That Bovv lane purveyor hath fitted me</L>
<L>With &s;erviceable ware the&s;e dozen years.</L>
<L>I'le keep her at the lea&s;t this Gander moneth,</L>
<L>While my fair vvife lies in of her black face,</L>
<L>And virgin vovv; in hope &s;he's for my turn.</L>
<L>Lu&s;t, vvhen it is re&s;trained, the more tvvil burn.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>May I make bold to crave your an&s;vver, Sir?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come in, I'le talk vvith you.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pro&s;per novv my plot,</L>
<L>And hulk, thou art tvvixt vvind and vva<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">r &s;hot.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<PB N="41" REF="31">
<HEAD>ACT 3. SCENE 2.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Nathaniel. &V;incent. Edmond. Buzzard.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Y'are welcome Gentlemen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let's ha'good wine, Boy, that mu&s;t be our welcome.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;hall, you &s;hall Sir.</L>
<L><HI>Within. Ambro&s;e, Ambro&s;e;</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here, here, anon, anon, by and by, I come, I come.</L>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
<L><HI>Jerom, Jerom,</HI> draw a quart of the be&s;t Canary into the <HI>Apollo.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is a language that I have not heard.</L>
<L>You under&s;tand it, Gentlemen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>So &s;hall you anon ma&s;ter <HI>Buzzard.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your friend and <HI>Jonathan Buzzard</HI> kind gentlemen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>What excellent luck had we, friend <HI>Buzzard,</HI> to</L>
<L>meet with thee, ju&s;t as thy Ma&s;ter ca&s;t thee off.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ju&s;t Sir, as I was going I know not whither:</L>
<L>And now I am arrived at ju&s;t I know not where. Tis a</L>
<L>rich room, this. Is it not Gold&s;miths hall.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is a Tavern man&mdash;And here comes the wine.</L>
<L>Fill boy&mdash;and her's to thee friend, a hearty draft to</L>
<L>chear thee&mdash;fill again boy&mdash;There, drink it off.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>Off with it man&mdash;hang &s;orrow, chear thy heart.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>And truly ti's the be&s;t chear that ere I ta&s;ted.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come ta&s;t it better, her's another to thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>&mdash;And truly this was better then the fir&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then try a third. That may be be&s;t of all.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>&mdash;And truly, &s;o it is&mdash;how many &s;orts of wine</L>
<L>May a vintner bring in one pot together?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>By <HI>Bacchus</HI> Mr. <HI>Buzzard,</HI> that's a &s;ubtil que&s;tion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Bacchus!</HI> who&s;e that I pray?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>A great friend of the vintners, and ma&s;ter of their company indeed.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>I was never in all my life &s;o far in a tavern before.</L>
<L>What comforts have I lo&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now he begins to talk.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="42" REF="32">
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor ever was in all my two and twenty years under that <HI>Babilouian</HI> Tyrant <HI>Quicks ands,</HI> &s;o far as a Vint|ners bar but thrice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>But thrice in all that time?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<P>Truly but thrice Sir. And the fir&s;t time was to fetch a jill of &s;ack for my Ma&s;ter, to make a friend of his drink, that joyned with him in a purcha&s;e of &s;ixteen thou|&s;and pound.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>I, there was thri&s;t. More wine boy. A pottle and a beer bowl.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<P>The &s;econd time was for a penny pot of Mu&s;ca|dine, which he drank all him&s;elf with an egge upon his wedding morning.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>And to much purpo&s;e, it &s;eem'd by his wives run|ning away.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<P>The third and la&s;t time was for half a pint of &s;ack upon his wedding night, of later memory; and I &s;hall nere forget it, that riotous wedding night: when Hell broke loo&s;e, and all the devils danced at our hou&s;e, which made my Ma&s;ter mad, who&s;e raving made my mi&s;tri&s;s run away, who&s;e running away was the cau&s;e of my turn|ing away. O me, poor ma&s;terle&s;s wretch that I am.&mdash;O&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Na.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hang thy ma&s;ter, here's a full bowl to his con|fu&s;ion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>I thank you. Let it come Sir, ha, ha, ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>Think no more of Ma&s;ters, friends are better then Ma&s;ters.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<P>And you are all my friends kind gentlemen, I found it before in your money when my Ma&s;ter (who&s;e confu&s;ion I have drunk) took your Mortgages; And now I find it in your wine. I thank you kind gentlemen &s;till. O how I love kind Gentlemen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>That &s;hewes thou art of gentle blood thy &s;elf, friend <HI>Buzzard.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes friend&mdash;Shall I call you friend?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All.</SPEAKER>
<L>By all means, all of us.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why then, all friends, I am a gentleman, though &s;poild i'che breeding. The <HI>Buzzards</HI> are all gentlemen,
<PB N="43" REF="32">
We came in with the Conqueror. Our name (as the French has it) is <HI>Beau de&s;ert;</HI> which &s;ignifies&mdash;Friends, what does it &s;ignifie?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<P>It &s;ignifies, that you de&s;erv'd fairly at your ma|&s;ters hands, like a Gentleman, and a <HI>Buzzard</HI> as you were, and he turn'd you away mo&s;t bea&s;tly like a &s;wine, as he is. And now here is a health to him, that fir&s;t finds his wife, and &s;ends her home with a boun|cing boy in her belly for him to father.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha, ha. Ile pledge that: and then Ile tell you a &s;ecret.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well &s;aid friend; up with tha<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">, and then out with thy &s;ecret.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>I will friend. And tother two friends, here's upon the &s;ame.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope he will &s;hew us a way, out of the bottom of his bowl to find his Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>This fellow was happily found.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>This was an excellent draught.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<P>But the &s;eeret, friend, out with that, you mu&s;t keep no &s;ecrets among&s;t friends.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<P>It might prove a &s;hrew'd matter again&s;t my mi&s;|chevious Ma&s;ter as it may be handled.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hang him cullion, that would turn thee away.</L>
<L>Wee'l help thee to handle it, fear it not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Heark you then all friends. Shall I out with it?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>What el&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile fir&s;t take tother cup, and then out with't al|together&mdash;And now it comes&mdash;If my Mi&s;tre&s;s do bring him home a ba&s;tard, &s;he's but even with him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>He has one I warrant. Has he cadzooks?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<P>That he has by this mo&s;t delicate drink. But it is the Ar&s;ivar&s;ie&s;t Aufe that ever crept into the world. Sure &s;ome Goblin got it for him; or chang'd it in the nea&s;t, thats certain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I vow thou uttere&s;t brave things. Is't a boy?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="44" REF="33">
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<P>It has gone for a boy in &s;hort coats and long coats this &s;eaven and twenty years.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>An Idiote is it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes: A very natural; and goes a thi&s;&s;en; and looks as old as I do too. And I think if my beard were off, I could be like him: I have taken great pains to practi&s;e his &s;peech and action to make my &s;elf merry with him in the countrey.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Where is he kept, friend, where is he kept.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<P>In the further &s;ide of <HI>Norfolk,</HI> where you mu&s;t never &s;ee him. Tis now a dozen years &s;ince his father &s;aw him, and then he compounded for a &s;um of mony with an old man, one <HI>Hulverhead,</HI> to keep him for his life time; and he never to hear of him. But I &s;aw him within the&s;e three moneths. We hearken after him, as land-&s;ick heirs do after their fathers, in hope to hear of his end at la&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<P>But heark you, friend, if your beard were off, could you be like him think you? What if you cut it off, and to him for a father.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray thee hold thy peace.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>My beard, friend, no: My beard's my honour.</L>
<L>Hair is an ornament of honour upon man or woman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, come; I know what we will do with him. Mun, knock him down with the other cup. We'l lay him to &s;leep; but yet watch and keep him betwixt hawk and buzzard as he is, till we make excellent &s;port with him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hey ho. I am very &s;leepy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>See he jooks already. Boy &s;hew us a private room.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>This way, Gentlemen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Down, <HI>Plumpton&punc;parke, &amp;c.</HI></L>
<STAGE>They lead Buz. out, and he &s;ings.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<PB N="45" REF="33">
<HEAD>ACT. 3. SCENE. 3.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Lucy. Theophilus.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Indeed you were unkind to turn away</L>
<L>M<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> maid (poor harmle&s;s maid) who&s;e innocent mirth</L>
<L>Was the be&s;t chear your hou&s;e afforded me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am &s;orry &s;i&s;ter, tru&s;t me, truly &s;orry,</L>
<L>And knew I which way to recover her</L>
<L>With my be&s;t care I would. Yet, give me leave,</L>
<L>I &s;aw her overbold; and overheard her</L>
<L>Say, &s;he fore&s;aw that <HI>Arthur</HI> my &s;ole enemy</L>
<L>Should be your husband. Ile marry you to death fir&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now you fly out again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your pardon again your &s;i&s;ter,</L>
<L>And for your &s;atisfaction I will &s;trive</L>
<L>To over&s;way my pa&s;&s;ion. How now <HI>Arnold,</HI></L>
<STAGE>Ent. Arn.</STAGE>
<L>Me thinks I read good newes upon thy face.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>The be&s;t, Sir, I can tell is, the old <HI>Jew</HI></L>
<L><HI>Quicksands</HI> has lo&s;t his wife.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>She is not dead,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis not &s;o well for him: for if &s;he were</L>
<L>He then might overtake her though &s;he were</L>
<L>Gone to the devil. But &s;he's run away:</L>
<L>But to what corner of the earth, or under</L>
<L>Who&s;e bed to find her is not to be thought.</L>
<L>It has rais'd &s;uch a laughter in the town</L>
<L>Among the Gallants&mdash;!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>And do you laugh too?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes; and if you do not out-laugh all men</L>
<L>That hear the joyful newes, tis too good for you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am too merciful, I kill thee not.</L>
<L>Out of my doors, thou villain, reprobate.</L>
<STAGE>He beats Arnold.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hold, Pray Sir, hold.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="46" REF="34">
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Never while I have power to lift a hand</L>
<L>Again&s;t thee, mi&s;chievous Villain.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lucy</SPEAKER>
<L>Is not this pa&s;&s;ion, brother?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Forbear, &s;i&s;ter.</L>
<L>This is a cau&s;e turns patience into fury.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Arnold,</HI> forbear his &s;ight.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>And my hou&s;e too.</L>
<L>Or villain, look to die, oft as I &s;ee thee.</L>
<STAGE>Ext, The. Lu.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Turn'd out o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> doors! A dainty frantick humour</L>
<L>In a young Ma&s;ter! Good enough for me though;</L>
<L>Becau&s;e tis proper to old &s;erving-men</L>
<L>To be &s;o &s;erv'd. What cour&s;e now mu&s;t I take?</L>
<L>I am too old to &s;eek out a new Ma&s;ter.</L>
<L>I will not beg, becau&s;e Ile cro&s;&s;e the proverb</L>
<L>That runs upon old &s;erving creatures; &s;tealing</L>
<L>I have no minde to: Tis a hanging matter.</L>
<L>Wit and invention help me with &s;ome &s;hift</L>
<STAGE>He kneels.</STAGE>
<L>To help a ca&s;t-off now at a dead lift.</L>
<L>Sweet fortune hear my &s;uit.</L>
<STAGE>Ent. Nat. Vin. Edm.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why how now, <HI>Arnold!</HI> What, at thy devotion?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile tell you in your ear, &s;ir, I dare tru&s;t you.</L>
<STAGE>Nat &amp; Arnold whi&s;per.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Could earthly man have dreamt this Rafcal</L>
<STAGE>Quick &s;ands.</STAGE>
<L>Who&s;e Letchery, to all our thinking, was</L>
<L>Nothing but greedy Avarice and co&s;onage,</L>
<L>Could have been all this while a conceal'd whorema&s;ter,</L>
<L>To have a Ba&s;tard of &s;o many years</L>
<L>Nur&s;led i'th' Countrey?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>Note the puni&s;hments</L>
<L>That haunt the Mi&s;creant for his black mi&s;deeds;</L>
<L>That his ba&s;e off-&s;pring proves a natural Ideot;</L>
<L>Next that his wife, by whom he might had comfort</L>
<L>In progeny, though of &s;ome others getting,</L>
<L>Should with her light heels make him heavie-headed</L>
<L>By running of her Countrey! And la&s;tly that</L>
<L>The blinded wretch &s;hould ca&s;t his &s;ervant off,</L>
<L>Who was the cover of his villany,</L>
<L><PB N="47" REF="34">
To &s;hew us (that can have no mercy on him)</L>
<L>The way to plague him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha, ha&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>What do'&s;t laugh at?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>To think how nimble the poor <HI>uzzard</HI> is</L>
<L>To be reveng'd on's Ma&s;ter; How he has Shap'd him&s;elf;</L>
<L>Cut off his beard, and practis'd all the po&s;tures</L>
<L>To act the Changeling ba&s;tard.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>Could we light</L>
<L>Upon &s;ome quaint old fellow now, could match him</L>
<L>To play the clown that brings him up to town,</L>
<L>Our company were full, and we were ready</L>
<L>To put our project into pre&s;ent action.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Gentlemen, we are fitted: take this man w'ye</L>
<L>He is the onely man I would have &s;ought,</L>
<L>To give our project life. I'le tru&s;t thee <HI>Arnold,</HI></L>
<L>And tru&s;t thou me, thou &s;halt get pieces by't;</L>
<L>Be&s;ides, Ile piece thee to thy Ma&s;ter again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>That clinches Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go follow your directions.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come away then.</L>
<STAGE>Ex. &V;in. Ed. Arn.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sweet mirth thou art my Mi&s;tre&s;s. I could &s;erve thee.</L>
<L>And &s;hake the thought off of all woman kind</L>
<L>But that old wonts are hardly le&s;t. A man</L>
<L>That's enter'd in his youth, and throughly &s;alted</L>
<L>In documents of women, hardly leaves</L>
<L>While reins or brains will la&s;t him: Tis my ca&s;e.</L>
<L>Yet mirth, when women fail, brings &s;weet incounters</L>
<L>That tickle up a man above their &s;phear:</L>
<L>They dull, but mirth revives a man: who's here,</L>
<STAGE>En. Art.</STAGE>
<L>The &s;olitary mu&s;ing man, cal'd <HI>Arthur,</HI></L>
<L>Po&s;&s;es'd with &s;eriours vanity; Mirth to me!</L>
<L>The world is full: I cannot peep my head forth</L>
<L>But I meet mirth in every corner: Ha!</L>
<L>Sure &s;ome old runt with a &s;play-foot has cro&s;t him!</L>
<L>Hold up thy head man; what do&s;t &s;eek? thy grave?</L>
<L>I would &s;car&s;e tru&s;t you with a piece of earth</L>
<L><PB N="48" REF="35">
You would chu&s;e to lye in though; if &s;ome plump Mi&s;tri&s;s</L>
<L>Or a deft La&s;s were &s;et before your &s;earch.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>How vainly this man talks!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Gid ye good den for&s;ooth.</L>
<L>How vainly this man talks! &s;peak but truth now,</L>
<L>Does not thy thought now run upon a Wench?</L>
<L>I never look'd &s;o but mine &s;tood that way.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis all your glory that; and to make boa&s;t</L>
<L>Of the variety that &s;erves your lu&s;t:</L>
<L>Yet not to know what woman you love be&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not I cadzooks, but all alike to me,</L>
<L>Since I put off my Wench I kept at Livory:</L>
<L>But of their u&s;e I think I have had my &s;hare,</L>
<L>And have lov'd every one be&s;t of living women;</L>
<L>A dead one I nere coveted, that's my comfort:</L>
<L>But of all ages that are pre&s;&s;able;</L>
<L>From &s;ixteen unto &s;ixty; and of all complections</L>
<L>From the white flaxen to the tawney-Moor;</L>
<L>And of all &s;tatures between Dwarf and Giants;</L>
<L>Of all conditions, from the Doxie to the Dow&s;abel.</L>
<L>Of all opinions, I will not &s;ay Religious:</L>
<L>(For what make they with any?) and of all</L>
<L>Features and &s;hapes, from the huckle-back'd Bum-creeper,</L>
<L>To the &s;treight &s;piny Shop-maid in St. <HI>Martins.</HI></L>
<L>Briefly, all &s;orts and &s;izes I have ta&s;ted.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>And think&s;t thou ha&s;t done well in't!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>As well as I could with the wor&s;t of'em tho'l &s;ay't.</L>
<L>Few men come after me that mend my work.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>But thou nere think&s;t of puni&s;hments to come;</L>
<L>Thou dream'&s;t not of di&s;ea&s;es, poverty,</L>
<L>The lo&s;s of &s;en&s;e or member, or the cro&s;s</L>
<L>(Common to &s;uch loo&s;e livers) an ill marriage;</L>
<L>A hell on earth to &s;courge thy con&s;cience.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, when I marry, let me have a wife</L>
<L>To have no mercy on me; let the fate</L>
<L>Of a &s;tale dovting Batchelor fall upon me;</L>
<L><PB N="49" REF="35">
Let me have <HI>Quicksands</HI> cur&s;e, to take a Wife</L>
<L>Will run away next day, and pro&s;titute</L>
<L>Her &s;elf to all the world before her Husband.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, that will be too good: If I fore&s;ee</L>
<L>Any thing in thy marriage de&s;tiny,</L>
<L>'Twil be to take a thing that has been common</L>
<L>To th'world before, and live with thee perforce</L>
<L>To thy perpetual torment.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Clo&s;e that point.</L>
<L>I cannot marry. Will you be merry, <HI>Arthur?</HI></L>
<L>I have &s;uch things to tell thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, I cannot.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray thee come clo&s;er to me. What has cro&s;t thee?</L>
<L>Is thy &s;uppos'd &s;lain father come again,</L>
<L>To di&s;po&s;&s;e&s;s thee for another life time?</L>
<L>Or has thy valiant &s;i&s;ter beaten thee? Tell me.</L>
<L>It &s;hall go no further.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let your valiant wit</L>
<L>And jocound humor be &s;uppos'd no warrant</L>
<L>For you t'abu&s;e your friends by.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why did&s;t tell me of marrying then? But I</L>
<L>Have done. And now pray &s;peak what troubles you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>I care not if I do: For 'twill be Town talk.</L>
<L>My Si&s;ter on a private di&s;content</L>
<L>Betwixt her &s;elf and me hath left my hou&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Gone quite away?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, And I know not whither.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Beyond Sea &s;ure to &s;ight with th'Air, that took</L>
<L>Her fathers la&s;t breath into't. Went &s;he alone?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, No; My man's gone with her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who, the fellow</L>
<L>That brags on's back &s;o; the &s;tiff &s;trong chin'd Ra&s;cal?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Even he.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>The devil is in the&s;e young Tits,</L>
<L>And wildfire in their Cruppers.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let me charm you,</L>
<L><PB N="50" REF="36">
By all our friend&s;hip, you nor &s;peak nor hear</L>
<L>An ill con&s;truction of her act in this,</L>
<L>I know her thoughts are noble; and my wo</L>
<L>Is &s;woln unto that fulne&s;s, that th' addition</L>
<L>But of word in &s;corn would blow me up</L>
<L>Into a cloud of wild di&s;temper'd fury</L>
<L>Over the heads of all who&s;e loo&s;er breath</L>
<L>Dare rai&s;e a wind to break me. Then I fall</L>
<L>A &s;odain &s;torm of ruin on you all.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know not how to laugh at this: It comes</L>
<L>So near my pitty. But ile to my Griggs</L>
<L>Again; And there will find new mirth to &s;tretch</L>
<L>And laugh, like tickled wenches, hand ore head.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="act">
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT. 4. SCENE 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Diony&s;ia in mans habit, Rafe.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>How does my habit and my arms become me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Too well to be a woman, manly Mi&s;tre&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wher's the pi&s;tol you provided for me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here Mi&s;tre&s;s and a good one.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis too long.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>No Lady would wi&s;h a &s;horter. If it were</L>
<L>'T would bear no charge, or carry nothing hotne.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile try what I can do. Thou think'&s;t me valiant.</L>
<L>I'm &s;ure I have often felt it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>All the virago's that are found in &s;tory,</L>
<L><HI>Penthe&s;ilea</HI> and <HI>Symaramis</HI></L>
<L>Were no &s;uch handy &s;trikers as your &s;elf:</L>
<L>But they had another &s;troke, could you but find it,</L>
<L>Then you were excellent. I could teach it you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>I dare not under&s;tand thee yet. Be &s;ure</L>
<L>As you re&s;pect my honour, or your life</L>
<L>That you continue con&s;tant to my tru&s;t,</L>
<L>And &s;o thou can&s;t not know how much Ile love thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="51" REF="36">
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>There is a hope as good, now, as a promi&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here at this Inne abide, and wait my coming</L>
<L>Be careful of my guildings: Be not &s;een</L>
<L>Abroad for fear my brother may &s;urpri&s;e you.</L>
<L>Ther's money for you; and ere that be &s;pent</L>
<L>Tis like I &s;hall return.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be&s;t &s;tars attend you,</L>
<L><HI>Mars</HI> arm thee all the day; and <HI>Venus</HI> light</L>
<L>Thee home into the&s;e amorous arms at night.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT. 4. SCENE. 2.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Quicksands. Millicent, her face black.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be chear'd my love; help to bear up the joy,</L>
<L>That I conceive by thy concealed Beauty,</L>
<L>Thy rich impri&s;on'd beauty, who&s;e in<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ranchi&s;ement</L>
<L>Is now at hand, and &s;hall &s;hine forth again</L>
<L>In its admired glory. I am rapt</L>
<L>Above the &s;phear of common joy and wonder</L>
<L>In the effects of this our quaint complot.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>In the mean time, though you take plea&s;ure in't,</L>
<L>My name has dearly &s;uffered.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>But thine honor</L>
<L>Shall, in the vindication of thy name,</L>
<L>When envy and detraction are &s;truck dumb</L>
<L>Gain an eternal memory with vertue;</L>
<L>When the di&s;countenanc'd wits of all my jierers</L>
<L>Shall hang their heads, and fall like leaves in Autumn.</L>
<L>O how I laugh to hear the cozen'd people</L>
<L>As I pa&s;s on the &s;treets abu&s;e them&s;elves</L>
<L>By idle que&s;tions and fal&s;e reports.</L>
<L>As thus: good morrow Ma&s;ter <HI>Quicksands;</HI> pray</L>
<L>How fares your beauteous bedfellow? &s;ays another</L>
<L>I hear &s;he's not at home. A third &s;ayes no:</L>
<L>He &s;aw her ye&s;terday at the &s;till-yard</L>
<L><PB N="52" REF="37">
With &s;uch a Gallant, &s;ow&s;ing their dry'd tongues</L>
<L>In <HI>Rhemi&s;h, Deal,</HI> and <HI>Back-rag:</HI> Then a fourth</L>
<L>Sayes he knowes all her haunts and Meetings</L>
<L>At Bridgfoot, Bear, the Tunnes, the Cats, the Squirels;</L>
<L>Where, when, and in what company to find her,</L>
<L>But that he &s;cornes to do poor me the favour:</L>
<L>Becau&s;e a light piece is too good for me.</L>
<L>While a fifth youth with counterfeit &s;hew of pity,</L>
<L>Meets, and bewails my ca&s;e, and &s;aies he knowes</L>
<L>A Lord that mu&s;t be namele&s;s keeps my wife</L>
<L>In an inchanted Ca&s;tle two miles We&s;t</L>
<L>Upon the River &s;ide: but all conclude&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>That you are a mon&s;trous cuckold, and de&s;erve it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Knowing my &s;afety, then, and their foul errors,</L>
<L>Have I not cau&s;e to laugh? Yes, in abundance.</L>
<L>Now note my plot, the height of my invention</L>
<L>I have already given out to &s;ome,</L>
<L>That I have certain knowledge you are dead,</L>
<L>And have had private burial in the countrey;</L>
<L>At which my &s;hame, not grief, forbad my pre&s;ence:</L>
<L>Yet &s;ome way to make known unto the world</L>
<L>A husbands duty, I re&s;olve to make</L>
<L>A certain kind of fea&s;t, which &s;hall advance</L>
<L>My joy above the reach of &s;pight or chance.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>May I partake, Sir, of your rich conceit?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>To morrow night expires your limited moneth</L>
<L>Of vow'd virginity; It &s;hall be &s;uch a night;</L>
<L>In which I mean thy beauty &s;hall break forth</L>
<L>And dazle with amazement even to death</L>
<L>Tho&s;e my malicious enemies, that rejoyc'd</L>
<L>In thy &s;uppos'd e&s;cape, and my vexation.</L>
<L>I will envite 'hem all to &s;uch a fea&s;t</L>
<L>As &s;hall fetch blu&s;hes from the bolde&s;t gue&s;t;</L>
<L>I have the fir&s;t cour&s;e ready&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>And if I</L>
<STAGE>A &s;ide, one knocks.</STAGE>
<L>Fail in the &s;econd, blame my hou&s;wifery.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="53" REF="37">
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Away, &s;ome body comes; I gue&s;s of them</L>
<L>That have jeer'd me, whom I mu&s;t jeer again.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Mil.</STAGE>
<L>Gallants y'are welcom. I was &s;ending for ye.</L>
<STAGE>En. Nat.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>To give us that we come for?</L>
<STAGE>Vin. Ed.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>What may that be?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Trifles you have o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> ours.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Of yours, my Ma&s;ters?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, you have in mortgage</L>
<L>Three-&s;core pound Land of mine inheritance.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>And my Annuity of a hundred Marks.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>And Jewels, Watches, Plate, and cloaths of mine,</L>
<L>Pawn'd for four hundred pound. Will you re&s;tore all?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>You know all the&s;e were forfeited long &s;ince,</L>
<L>Yet I'le come roundly to you, Gentlemen.</L>
<L>Ha'you brought my moneys, and my intere&s;t?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>No &s;urely. But we'le come as roundly to you</L>
<L>As moneyle&s;s Gentlemen can. You know</L>
<L>Good Offices are ready money Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>But have you Offices to &s;ell, good Sirs.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>We mean to do you Offices worth your money.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>As how, I pray you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Marry, Sir, as thus;</L>
<L>We'le help you to a man that has a friend&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>That knows a party, that can go to the hou&s;e&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>Where a Gentleman dwelt, that knew a Scholar</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>That was exceeding wel acquainted with a Traveler</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vi.</SPEAKER>
<L>That made report of a great Magician beyond the Seas.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>That might ha'been as likely as any man in all the world.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>To have helpt you to your wife again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are the merrie&s;t mates that ere I cop'd withal.</L>
<L>But to be &s;erious Gentlemen, I am &s;atisfied</L>
<L>Concerning my lo&s;t Wife. She has made even</L>
<L>With me and all the World.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>What is &s;he dead?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dead, Dead: And therefore as men u&s;e to mourn</L>
<L><PB N="54" REF="38">
For kind and loving wives, and call their friends</L>
<L>Their choice&s;t friends unto a &s;olemn banquet</L>
<L>Serv'd out with &s;ighs and &s;adne&s;s, while the widowers</L>
<L>Blubber, and bath in tears (which they do &s;eem</L>
<L>To wring out of their fingers ends and no&s;es)</L>
<L>And after all the demure ceremony.</L>
<L>Are &s;ubject to be thought di&s;&s;emblers, I</L>
<L>(To avoid the &s;candal of Hypocre&s;ie,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e 'tis plain &s;he lov'd me not) invite</L>
<L>You and your like that lov'd her and not me,</L>
<L>To &s;ee me in the pride of my rejoycings,</L>
<L>You &s;hall find entertainment worth your company,</L>
<L>And that let me intreat to morrow night.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;hall ha'mine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>To morrow night &s;ay you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes gallants: fail not, as you wi&s;h to view</L>
<L>Your mortgages and pawns again. Adieu.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>We came to jear the <HI>Jew,</HI> and he jears us.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>How glad the ra&s;chal is for his Wives death.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>An hone&s;t man could not have had &s;uch luck.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>He has &s;ome further end in't, could we gue&s;s it,</L>
<L>Then a meer merriment for his dead wives niddance.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>Perhaps he has got a new Wife, and intends</L>
<L>To make a funeral and a Marriage fea&s;t</L>
<L>In one to hedge in charges.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>He'il be hang'd rather then marry again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Zooks would he had &s;ome devili&s;h jealous hilding,</L>
<L>'Twould be a rare addition to his mirth,</L>
<L>For us to bring our antick in betwixt'em</L>
<L>Of his changling Ba&s;tard.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>How ere we'll grace his fea&s;t with our pre&s;entment.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>When's the <HI>Buzzard?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>We left him with his fo&s;ter father, <HI>Arnold,</HI></L>
<L>B<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;y at rehear&s;al practi&s;ing their parts.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>They &s;hall be perfect by to morrow night.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>If not unto our profit, our delight.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<PB N="55" REF="38">
<HEAD>ACT 4. SCENE 3.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Theophilus. Lucy.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Brother be comforted.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let not the name</L>
<L>Or empty &s;ound of comfort mix with th'air</L>
<L>That mu&s;t invade the&s;e ears: They are not capable,</L>
<L>Or, if they be, they dare not, for them&s;elves,</L>
<L>Give the conveyance of a &s;illable</L>
<L>Into my heart, that &s;peak not grief or &s;orrow.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be griev'd then, Ile grieve with you: For each &s;igh</L>
<L>You wa&s;te for <HI>Millicents</HI> untimely death</L>
<L>Ile &s;pend a tear for your as fruitle&s;s &s;orrow.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's mo&s;t un&s;utable; y'are no company</L>
<L>For me to grieve with if you grieve for me;</L>
<L>Take the &s;ame cau&s;e with me; you are no friend</L>
<L>Or &s;i&s;ter el&s;e of mine. It is enough</L>
<L>To &s;et the world a weeping!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>So it is;</L>
<L>All but the &s;tony part of't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now you are right. Her husband's of that part;</L>
<L>He cannot weep by nature: But Ile find</L>
<L>A way by art in Chymi&s;try to melt him.</L>
<L>At lea&s;t extract &s;ome drops. But do you weep</L>
<L>Indeed for <HI>Millicent?</HI> What, all the&s;e tears?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>All for your love.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>She is my love indeed; and was my wife.</L>
<L>But for the empty name of marriage onely,</L>
<L>But now &s;he's yours for ever. You enjoy her.</L>
<L>In her fair ble&s;&s;ed memory; in her goodne&s;s,</L>
<L>And all that has prepar'd her way for glory.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let me embrace thee &s;i&s;ter. How I reverence</L>
<L>Any fair honour that is done to her,</L>
<L><PB N="56" REF="39">
Now thou &s;halt weep no more: Thou ha&s;t given me com|fort</L>
<L>In &s;hewing me how &s;he's mine. And tears indeed</L>
<L>Are all too weak a &s;acrifice for her</L>
<L>But &s;uch as the heart weeps.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Page.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sit down brother.</L>
<L>Sing boy the mornful &s;ong I bad you practi&s;e.</L>
<STAGE>Song.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Call you this mournful. Tis a wanton air.</L>
<L>Go y'are a naughty child indeed, Ile whip you</L>
<L>If you give voice unto &s;uch notes,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know not brother how you like the air,</L>
<L>But in my mind the words are &s;ad, Pray read'em.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>They are &s;ad indeed&punc; How now my boy, do&s;t weep?</L>
<L>I am not angry now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pa.</SPEAKER>
<L>I do not weep,</L>
<L>Sir, for my &s;elf. But ther's a youth without</L>
<L>(A hand&s;ome youth) who&s;e &s;orrow works in me:</L>
<L>He &s;ayes he wants a &s;ervice, and &s;eeks yours.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do&s;t thou not know him&punc;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pa.</SPEAKER>
<L>No: but I pity him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>O, good boy, that can&s;t weep for a &s;trangers mi&s;ery!</L>
<L>The &s;weetne&s;s of thy dear compa&s;&s;ion</L>
<L>Even melts me too. What does he &s;ay he is.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pa.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis that Sir, that will grieve you when you hear it.</L>
<L>He is a poor kin&s;man to the gentlewoman</L>
<L>Lately decea&s;'d that you &s;o lov'd and mourn for.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>And do&s;t thou let him &s;tay without &s;o long?</L>
<L>Mercile&s;s Villain! run and fetch him quickly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>O brother&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Si&s;ter, can I be too zealous</L>
<L>In &s;uch a cau&s;e as this? For heark you, &s;i&s;ter,</L>
<STAGE>Enter Dioni&s;ia</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>There was no way like this to get within'em,</L>
<L>Now courage keep true touch with me. Ile vex</L>
<L>Your cunning and unnatural purpo&s;e, brother,</L>
<L><PB N="57" REF="39">
If I do nothing el&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pa.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, here's the youth?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>A lovely one he is, and wondrous like her,</L>
<L>O let me run and cla&s;p him; hang about him,</L>
<L>And yoak him to me with a thou&s;and ki&s;&s;es!</L>
<L>I &s;hall be trouble&s;ome and heavy to thee,</L>
<L>With the plea&s;'d waight of my ince&s;&s;ant love.</L>
<L>Youth of a happy kindred, which foreruns</L>
<L>A happy fortune ever. Pray thee, &s;i&s;ter,</L>
<L>Is he not very like her?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>If I dur&s;t</L>
<L>I would now &s;ay, this were the better beauty,</L>
<L>For it re&s;embles <HI>Arthurs.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The,</SPEAKER>
<L>I'st not her face? you do not mind me &s;i&s;ter:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hers was a good one once, and this is now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why &s;i&s;ter, you were wont to take delight</L>
<L>In any comfort that belong'd to me;</L>
<L>And help to carry my joyes &s;weetly: now</L>
<L>You keep no con&s;tant cour&s;e with me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>This man</L>
<L>Melts me&mdash;alas, Sir, I am a poor boy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>What, and allied to her? impo&s;&s;ible!</L>
<L>Where ere thou liv'&s;t her name's a fortune to thee.</L>
<L>Her memory among&s;t good men &s;ets thee up;</L>
<L>It is a word that commands all in this hou&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>This &s;nare was not well laid. I fear my &s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Live my companion; my e&s;pecial &s;weet one,</L>
<L>My brother and my bedfellow thou &s;halt be.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>By lakin but I mu&s;t not, though I find</L>
<L>But weak matter again&s;t it.&mdash;This my courage!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>She took from earth, how kind is heaven, how good</L>
<L>To &s;end me yet, a joy &s;o near in blood!</L>
<L>Good noble youth, if there be any more</L>
<L>Di&s;tres'd of you, that claims aliance with her</L>
<L>Though a far off; deal freely; let me know it,</L>
<L>Give me their &s;ad names; Ile &s;eek'em out,</L>
<L><PB N="58" REF="40">
And like a good great man, in memory humble</L>
<L>Nere cea&s;e until I plant'em all in fortunes,</L>
<L>And &s;ee'em grow about me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hear of none, my &s;elf excepted, Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou &s;halt have all my care then, all my love.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>What make I here? I &s;hall undo my &s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet note him &s;i&s;ter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>I ther's the mark my malice chiefly aims at;</L>
<L>But then, he &s;tands &s;o near, I wound him too.</L>
<L>I feel that mu&s;t not be. Art mu&s;t be &s;hewen here.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come, you &s;hall ki&s;s him for me, and bid him welcome.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are mo&s;t welcome, Sir, and were her name</L>
<L>To which you are allied, a &s;tranger here,</L>
<L>Yet, Sir, believe me, you in tho&s;e fair eyes</L>
<L>Bring your own welcome with you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Never came Malice 'mong &s;o &s;weet a people.</L>
<L>It knowes not how to look, nor I on them.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let not your gentle mode&s;ty make you &s;eem</L>
<L>Ungentle to us, by turning &s;o away.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's well &s;aid &s;i&s;ter, but he will and &s;hall</L>
<L>Be bolder with us, ere we part.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;hall too much I fear.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come gentle bles&s;ing,</L>
<L>Let not a mi&s;ery be thought on here,</L>
<L>(If ever any were &s;o rude to touch thee)</L>
<L>Between us we'll divide the comfort of thee.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt Omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="4" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT. 4. SCENE. 4.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Millicent. Phillis.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have heard thy &s;tory often, and with pitty</L>
<L>As often thought upon't, and that the father,</L>
<L><PB N="59" REF="40">
Of my be&s;t lov'd <HI>Theophilus,</HI> together with</L>
<L>His, then, friend Ma&s;ter <HI>Meanwell</HI> (who have &s;ince</L>
<L>Become each others death&s;man astis thought)</L>
<L>By &s;uits in Law wrought the &s;ad overthrow</L>
<L>Of thy poor Fathers fortune; by which means,</L>
<L>Poor Gentleman he was enforc'd to leave</L>
<L>His native Country to &s;eek forrain meanes</L>
<L>To maintain life.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Or rather to meet death.</L>
<L>For &s;ince his traval, which is now &s;ix years,</L>
<L>I never heard of him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Much pittiful!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>So is your &s;tory, Mi&s;tre&s;s unto me.</L>
<L>But let us dry our eyes; and know we mu&s;t not</L>
<L>Stick in the mire of pitty; but with labour</L>
<L>Work our delivery: yours is now at hand</L>
<L>If you &s;et will and brain to't. But my honor</L>
<L>(If a poor wench may &s;peak &s;o) is &s;o crack'd</L>
<L>Within the ring, as 'twill be hardly &s;older'd</L>
<L>By any art. If on that wicked fellow,</L>
<L>That &s;truck me into &s;uch a de&s;perate hazard.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>He will be here to night, and all the crew</L>
<L>And this mu&s;t be the night of my delivery,</L>
<L>I am prevented el&s;e for ever, wench.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be &s;ure, among the gue&s;ts, that you make choi&s;e</L>
<L>Of the mo&s;t civil one to be your convoy,</L>
<L>And then let me alone to act your <HI>Mores</HI> part.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Peace, he comes.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Quic.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile to my &s;hift then.</L>
<STAGE>Exit. Phi.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wher's my hidden beauty?</L>
<L>That &s;hall this night be glorious.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>I but wait the good hour</L>
<L>For my deliverance out of this ob&s;curity.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis at hand.</L>
<L>So are my gue&s;ts. See &s;ome of'em are enter'd.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Nat.</STAGE>
<L>O my blith friend, Ma&s;ter <HI>Nathaniel,</HI> welcome.</L>
<STAGE>Arthur.</STAGE>
<L><PB N="60" REF="41">
And Ma&s;ter <HI>Arthur Meanwell</HI> as I take it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, Sir, a Gentleman late po&s;&s;es'd with &s;adnes,</L>
<L>Whom I had much a do to draw along</L>
<L>To be partaker more of your mirth then chear.</L>
<L>You &s;ay here &s;hall be mirth. How now, what's that?</L>
<L>Ha'vou a black coney berry in your hou&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay <HI>Catelina.</HI> Nay, &s;he may be &s;een.</L>
<L>For know, Sirs, I am mortified to beauty</L>
<L>Since my wives death. I will not keep a face</L>
<L>Better then this under my roof I ha'&s;worn.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>You were too ra&s;h, Sir, in that oath, if I</L>
<L>Mav be allowed to &s;peak.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis done and pa&s;t, Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>If I be not taken with yon'd funeral face,</L>
<L>And her two eyes the &s;cutcheons, would I were whipt now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Art.</SPEAKER>
<L>Suppo&s;e your friends &s;hould wi&s;h you to a match</L>
<L>Pro&s;perous in wealth and honour.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile hear of none, nor you if you &s;peak &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Art.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I ha'done.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is the hand&s;om'&s;t Rogue</L>
<L>I have ere &s;een yet of a deed of darkne&s;s;</L>
<L>Tawney and ru&s;&s;et faces I have dealt with,</L>
<L>But never came &s;o deep in blackne&s;s yet.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come hither <HI>Catelyna.</HI> You &s;hall &s;ee, Sir,</L>
<L>What a brave wench &s;he &s;hall be made anon</L>
<L>And when &s;he dances how you &s;hall admire her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Art.</SPEAKER>
<L>Will you have dancing here to night.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes I have borrowed other <HI>Moors</HI> of Merchants</L>
<L>That trade in <HI>Barbary,</HI> whence I had mine own here,</L>
<L>And you &s;hall &s;ee their way and skill in dancing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>He keeps this Rie-loaf for his own white white tooth</L>
<L>With confidence none will cheat him of a bit;</L>
<L>Ile have a &s;liver though I loo&s;e my whittle.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here take this key, twill lead thee to tho&s;e orna|ments</L>
<L>That deck'd thy mi&s;tre&s;s lately. U&s;e her casket,</L>
<L>And with the &s;parkling&s;t of her jewels &s;hine;</L>
<L>Flame like a midnight beacon with that face,</L>
<L><PB N="61" REF="41">
Or a pitch'd &s;hip a fire; the &s;treamers glowing</L>
<L>And the keel mourning, (how I &s;hall rejoyce</L>
<L>At the&s;e prepo&s;trous &s;plendours) get thee glorious;</L>
<L>Be like a running fire-work in my hou&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>He &s;ets me more a fire at her. Well old &s;tick breech</L>
<L>If I do chance to clap your <HI>Barbary</HI> buttock</L>
<L>In all her bravery, and get a &s;natch</L>
<L>In an odd corner, or the dark to night</L>
<L>To mend your chear, and you hereafter hear on't,</L>
<L>Say there are as good &s;tomacks as your own,</L>
<L>Hi&s;t, <HI>Negro,</HI> hi&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>No fee, O no, I darea notta.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why, why&mdash;pi&s;h&mdash;pox I love thee,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>O no de fine white Zentilmanna</L>
<L>Cannot a love a the black a thing a.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Cadzooks the be&s;t of all wench.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mill.</SPEAKER>
<L>O take&mdash;a heed&mdash;a my ma&s;tra &s;ee&mdash;a.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>When we are alone, then wilt thou.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then I &s;hall &s;peak a more a.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>And Ile not lo&s;e the Moor-a for more then I</L>
<L>Will &s;peak-a.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mu&s;e the re&s;t of my invited Gallants</L>
<L>Come not away.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Zooks the old angry ju&s;tice.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Te&s;ty.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>How comes it Sir, to pa&s;s, that &s;uch a newes</L>
<L>Is &s;pread about the town? is my Neece dead,</L>
<L>And you prepar'd to mirth Sir, hah?</L>
<L>Is this the entertainment I mu&s;t find</L>
<L>To welcome me to town?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>She is not dead, Sir. But take you no notice</L>
<L>You &s;hall have in&s;tantly an entertainment, that</L>
<L>Shall fill you all with wonder.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sure he is mad;</L>
<L>Or do you under&s;tand his meaning &s;irs?</L>
<L>Or how or where his wife died?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know nothing;</L>
<L><PB N="62" REF="42">
But give me leave to fear, by his wild humor,</L>
<L>He's guilty of her death; therefore I hope</L>
<L>Hee'l hang him&s;elf anon before us all</L>
<L>To rai&s;e the mirth he &s;peaks of.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Art.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fie upon you.</L>
<L>Yet tru&s;t me, &s;ir, there have been large con&s;tructions,</L>
<L>And &s;trong pre&s;umptions, that the ill made match</L>
<L>Betwixt her youthful beauty and his covetous age;</L>
<L>Between her &s;weetne&s;s and his frowardne&s;s</L>
<L>Was the unhappy means of her de&s;truction;</L>
<L>And you that gave &s;trength to that ill tied knot</L>
<L>Do &s;uffer &s;harply in the worlds opinion,</L>
<L>While &s;he, &s;weet virgin, has its general pity.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray what have you been to her? I nere found you</L>
<L>Appear a &s;uiter to her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Art.</SPEAKER>
<L>I nere &s;aw her,</L>
<L>Nor ever &s;hould have &s;ought her, Sir; For &s;he</L>
<L>Was onely love to my &s;worne enemy,</L>
<L>On whom yet (were &s;he living and in my gift</L>
<L>Rather a thou&s;and times I would be&s;tow her</L>
<L>Then on that man that had, and could not know her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> have done ill; and wi&s;h <HI>I</HI> could redeem</L>
<L>This act with half my e&s;tate.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>This Devels bird,</L>
<L>This <HI>Moor</HI> runs more and more &s;till in my mind.</L>
<STAGE>Enter &V;in. &amp; Edm.</STAGE>
<L>O are you come? And ha'you brought your &s;cene</L>
<L>Of Mirth along with you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, and our actors</L>
<L>Are here at hand: But we perceive much bu&s;ine&s;s</L>
<L>Fir&s;t to be &s;et a foot. Here's Revels towards.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>A daunce of furies or of Blackamores</L>
<L>Is practi&s;ing within;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;in.</SPEAKER>
<L>But fir&s;t there is to be &s;ome odd collation</L>
<L>In &s;tead of &s;upper.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Cheap enough I warrant,</L>
<L>But &s;aw you not a Moor-hen there among&s;t'em.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>A pretty little Rogue, mo&s;t richly deck'd</L>
<L><PB N="63" REF="42">
With pearls, chains and jewels. She is queen</L>
<L>Of the Nights triumph.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>If you <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">nce to &s;py me</L>
<L>Take her a&s;ide, &s;ay nothing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou wilt filch</L>
<L>Some of her jewels perhaps.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile draw a lot</L>
<STAGE>Enter Quicksands.</STAGE>
<L>For the be&s;t jewel &s;he wears. But mum my Ma&s;ters.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Enter the hou&s;e pray Gentlemen: I am ready</L>
<L>Now with your entertainment.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wee'l follow you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>N<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">w for &s;ix penny cu&s;tards, a pipkin of bak'd</L>
<L>Pears, three &s;awcers of &s;tew'd prunes, a groats worth</L>
<L>Of &s;trong ale, and two peniworth of Gingerbread.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ext.</HI> 3.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>If &s;he does live (as he bears me in hand</L>
<L>She is not dead) Ile tell you briefly, Sir,</L>
<L>If all the law bodily and gho&s;tly,</L>
<L>And all the con&s;cience too, that I can purcha&s;e</L>
<L>With all the wealth I have can take her from him,</L>
<L>I will recover her, and then be&s;tow her</L>
<L>(If you refu&s;e her) on your &s;o you &s;peak of,</L>
<L>(who&s;e right &s;he is indeed) rather then he</L>
<L>Shall hold her longer. Now mine eyes are open'd.</L>
<L>Will you walk in.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>I pray excu&s;e me, Sir,</L>
<STAGE>Exi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">, Enter <HI>Mili.</HI> white. fac'd &amp; in her ovvn habit.</STAGE>
<L>I cannot fit my &s;elf to mirth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your plea&s;ure.</L>
<L><HI>Mil.</HI> Have I with patience waited for this <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ou<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">,</L>
<L>And does fear check me now? I'le break through all,</L>
<L>And tru&s;t my &s;elf with yon'd mildeGentleman.</L>
<L>He cannot but be noble.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Art.</SPEAKER>
<L>A goodly creature!</L>
<L>The Rooms illumin'd with her; yet her look</L>
<L>Sad, and cheek pale, as if a &s;orrow &s;uck'd it.</L>
<L>Hovv came &s;he in? What is &s;he? I am fear&punc;&s;truck.</L>
<L>Tis &s;ome unre&s;ting &s;haddow. Or, if not,</L>
<L><PB N="64" REF="43">
What makes a thing &s;o glorious in this hou&s;e,</L>
<L>The ma&s;ter being an enemy to beauty?</L>
<L>She mode&s;tly makes to me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Noble Sir,&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Art.</SPEAKER>
<L>Speaks too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>If ever you dur&s;t own a goodne&s;s,</L>
<L>Now crown it by an act of honour and mercy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Art.</SPEAKER>
<L>Speak quickly; lo&s;e no time then: &s;ay, what are you?</L>
<L>You look like one that &s;hould not be delai'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am th'unfortunate woman of this hou&s;e,</L>
<L>To all mens thoughts at re&s;t. This is the face</L>
<L>On which the Hell of jealou&s;ie abus'd</L>
<L>The hand of Heaven, to fright the world withall.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Were you the &s;eeming Moor was here?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>The &s;ame;</L>
<L>And onely to your &s;ecre&s;ie and pitty</L>
<L>I have ventur'd to appear my &s;elf again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's to be done? Pray &s;peak, and tis perform'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>In tru&s;t and Manhood Sir, I would commit</L>
<L>A great charge to you, even my life and honor</L>
<L>To free me from this den of mi&s;ery.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Art.</SPEAKER>
<L>A ble&s;&s;ed ta&s;que! But when you are freed Lady&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>I would de&s;ire Sir, then to be convei'd.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Whither? to whom? &s;peak quickly: why do you &s;toop?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray let that re&s;t. I will relieve your trouble</L>
<L>When I am freed from hence, and u&s;e &s;ome others.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Art.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, that were cruelty. As you love goodne&s;s tell me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why dare you bear me Sir, to one you hate.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Art.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's that, if you love? Tis your peace I wait on.</L>
<L>I look upon your &s;ervice, not mine own.</L>
<L>Were he the mortall'&s;t enemy fle&s;h bred up</L>
<L>To you I mu&s;t be noble.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>You profe&s;s&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>By all that's good and gracious, I will die</L>
<L>Ere I for&s;ake you, and not &s;et you &s;afe</L>
<L>Within tho&s;e walls you &s;eek.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="65" REF="43">
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then, as we pa&s;s</L>
<L>Ile tell you where they &s;tand, Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;hall grace me.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="5" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT 4. SCENE 5.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Quick &s;ands. Testy. Nath. Vincent. Edmond.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now to our Revels. Sit ye, &s;it ye gallants</L>
<L>Whil&s;t, Uncle, you &s;hall &s;ee how I'le requite</L>
<L>The ma&s;que they lent me on my wedding night.</L>
<L>Twas but lent Gentlemen, your ma&s;que of horns,</L>
<L>And all the private jears and publick &s;corns</L>
<L>Y'have ca&s;t upon me &s;ince. Now you &s;hall &s;ee</L>
<L>How Ile return them; and remarried be.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope he'l marry his Moor to anger us.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile give her &s;omething with her, if I catch her,</L>
<L>And't be but in the cole-hou&s;e.</L>
<STAGE>Flori&s;h enter Inductor <HI>like a</HI> Moor <HI>leading</HI> Phil|lis <HI>(black and) gorge|ou&s;ly deck't with jewels.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Attend Gentleman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ind.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Queen of <HI>Ethiop</HI> dreampt upon a night</L>
<L>Her black womb &s;hould bring forth a virgin white.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ind.</SPEAKER>
<L>She told her king; he told thereof his Peeres.</L>
<L>Till this white dream fil'd their black heads with fears:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>A whor&s;on blockheads.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ind.</SPEAKER>
<L>Blackheads I &s;ai'd. Ile come to you anon</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>He puts the blockheads on'hem gro&s;ly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Brave impudent rogue. He made the &s;peeches la&s;t year</L>
<L>Before my Lord Marque&s;s of <HI>Fleet</HI> Conduit.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ind.</SPEAKER>
<L>Till this white dream fil'd their blackheads with fear,</L>
<L>For tis no better then a Prodegy</L>
<L>To have white children in a black countrey.</L>
<L>So 'twas decreed that if the child prov'd white,</L>
<L>It &s;hould be made away. O cruel &s;pight!</L>
<L>The Queen cry'd out, and was delivered</L>
<L><PB N="66" REF="44">
Of child black as you &s;ee: Yet Wizards &s;ed</L>
<L>That if this dam&s;el liv'd married to be</L>
<L>To a white man, &s;he &s;hould be white as he.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>The moral is, If <HI>Quicksands</HI> marry her,</L>
<L>Her face &s;hall be white as his con&s;cience.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ind.</SPEAKER>
<L>The careful Queen, conclu&s;ion for to try,</L>
<L>Sent her to merry <HI>England</HI> charily</L>
<L>(The faire&s;t Nation man yet ever &s;aw)</L>
<L>To take a husband; &s;uch as I &s;hall draw,</L>
<L>Being an <HI>Aegyptian</HI> Prophet.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>Draw me, and ile hang thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ind.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now I come to you, Gentlemen.</L>
<STAGE><HI>He looks in</HI> Ed|monds <HI>hand.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now mark my Jeeres.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ind.</SPEAKER>
<L>You mu&s;t not have her: For I find by your hand</L>
<L>You have forfeited the mortgage of your land.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pox o'your Palmi&s;trie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ven.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ind.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor you: For here I plainly &s;ee</L>
<STAGE><HI>In</HI> Vin <HI>his hand.</HI></STAGE>
<L>You have &s;old and &s;pent your lifes Annuity.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>The devil take him, made thee a &s;ooth&s;ayer.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I find from whence your skill comes. Yet take me</L>
<L>For thy little Prince&s;s of darkne&s;&s;e, and if</L>
<L>I rub her not as white as another can</L>
<L>Let me be hung up with her for a new</L>
<L>Sign of the labour in vain.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ind.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor you, &s;ir: For</L>
<STAGE><HI>In</HI> Nats <HI>hand.</HI></STAGE>
<L>T<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">e onely &s;ute you wear &s;mels of the che&s;t</L>
<L>That holds in Limbo Lavender all your re&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Would his brains were in thy belly that keeps the key on't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ind.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is the worthy man, who&s;e wealth and wit,</L>
<L>To make a white one, mu&s;t the black mark hit.</L>
<STAGE>In Quic. hand</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your jeers are an&s;wer'd, gallants. Now your dance.</L>
<STAGE><PB N="67" REF="44">
Enter the re&s;t of the Moors. They Dance an Antique in which they u&s;e action of Mockery and deri&s;ion to the three Gentlemen.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>We applaud your devi&s;e, and you'l give me leave</L>
<L>To take your black bride here, forth in a daunce.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>With all my heart, &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mu&s;ick, play a Galliard,</L>
<L>You know what you promi&s;ed me, <HI>Bullis.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>But howa can ita be donea.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>How I am taken with the elevation of her no&s;trils.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Play a little quicker&mdash;Heark you&mdash;if I lead you</L>
<L>A dance to a couch or a bed &s;ide, will you follow me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>I will doa my be&s;ta.</L>
<STAGE>Nat. daunces vily. Quicks. &amp; Te&s;. laughs &amp; looks off.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>So, &s;o; quick Mu&s;ick, quick.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>O ougly! call you this dauncing; ha, ha, ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you laugh at me.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Arnold <HI>like a Countrey man, and</HI> Buz. <HI>like a changling, and as they enter, exit</HI> Nat. <HI>with</HI> Phil. <HI>the Mu&s;ick &s;till playing.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>By your leave Gentlefolks.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>O brave, o brave.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>How now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>What are the&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hack ye there, hack ye there,</L>
<L>O brave pipes. Hack ye there.</L>
<STAGE>He &s;ings and dan|ces and &s;pins with a Rock &amp; &s;pindle.</STAGE>
<L>Hay toodle loodle loodle loo.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>What are you men or devils?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are advis'd enough: Sir, if you plea&s;e</L>
<L>But to be &s;hort, I'le &s;hew you I am a <HI>Norfolk</HI> man,</L>
<L>And my name is <HI>John Hulverhead.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hold thy peace.</L>
<STAGE>Softly.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>You cannot hear o'chat &s;ide it &s;eems.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know thee not, not I.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>But you know my brother <HI>Matthew Hulverhead</HI></L>
<L><PB N="68" REF="45">
Deceas'd, with whom you plac'd this &s;imple child of yours.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>I plac't no childe in <HI>Norfolk</HI> nor <HI>Suffolk</HI> nor any</L>
<L>Folk I&mdash;&s;ay thou mi&s;took&s;t me: Ile reward thee. Go.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>I cannot hear o'that ear neither, &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's the matter, Mr. <HI>Quicksands?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha'you any more jeeres to put upon us? what are the&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hay toodle loodle loodle loo.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Get you out of my hou&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>I may not till I be righted. I come for right, and</L>
<L>I will have right, or the be&s;t of the Citie &s;hall</L>
<L>Hear on't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;wear the Ra&s;cals act it hand&s;omly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>What art thou fellow? What do&s;t thou &s;eek?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tell that Gentleman: He is an upright Maje&s;trate</L>
<L>And will &s;ee thee righted.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am a poor <HI>Norfolk</HI> man, &s;ir. And I come to ea&s;e my&s;elf of a charge, by putting off a childe nat'ral to the natu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">al father here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Quic.</SPEAKER>
<L>My child! Am I his father? Dar&s;t thou &s;peak it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be not a&s;ham'd on't, &s;ir: You are not the fir&s;t grave and wi&s;e Citizen that has got an ideot.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here's good &s;tuff towards.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha, ha&mdash;with a Hay toodle loodle loodle loo.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>How &s;hould I get him. I was never married till this moneth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>How does other bawdy Batchelors get children?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz</SPEAKER>
<L>With a hay toodle loodle loodle loo, &amp;c.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Have you been a ba&s;tard-getter and marry my Neece.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now it works.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>I<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">e teach you to get a ba&s;tard, &s;irrah.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>He needs none o'your skill it &s;eems.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hay toodle loodle, &amp;c.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well, Gentlemen, to take your wonder off,</L>
<L>I will lay truth before you.</L>
<L>For a poor &s;ervant that I had, I undertook and paid</L>
<L>For keeping of an ideot.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="69" REF="45">
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who, your man <HI>Buzzard?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Even he.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hay toodle loodle, &amp;c.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis like this is the child. But for a certain &s;um</L>
<L>Which I did pay, 'twas articled, that I &s;hould nere be</L>
<L>Troubled with it more.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now what &s;ay you to that Sir?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis not denyed Sir, There was &s;uch agreement,</L>
<L>But now he is another kind of charge.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why, he gets &s;omething towards his living me thinks.</L>
<STAGE>Buzzard &s;pinns.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, he has learn'd to thrip among the Mothers;</L>
<L>But Sir, withal, to do more harm then good by't,</L>
<L>And that's the charge I &s;peak of: we are not bound</L>
<L>To keep your child, and your childes children too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>How's that?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, by his cunning at the Rock,</L>
<L>And twirling of his &s;pindle on the Thrip-skins,</L>
<L>He has fetch'd up the bellies of &s;ixteen</L>
<L>Of his Thrip-&s;i&s;ters.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hay toodle, loodle, loodle, &amp;c.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is't po&s;&s;ible.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>So well he takes after his father here it &s;eems.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>Take heed o'that friend: you heard him &s;ay it was his mans child.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>He &s;ha'not fright me with that, though it be</L>
<L>A great mans part to turn over his ba&s;tards</L>
<L>To his &s;ervants. I am none of his hirelings, nor</L>
<L>His Tenants I. But I know what I &s;ay; and I know</L>
<L>What I come about; and not without advi&s;e; And you</L>
<L>May know, that <HI>Norfolk</HI> is not without as knavi&s;h</L>
<L>Councel, as another County may be. Let his man <HI>Buz.</HI></L>
<L>Be brought forth, and &s;ee what he will &s;ay to't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hay toodle loodle, &amp;c.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wretch that I was to put away that fellow!</L>
<L><PB N="70" REF="46">
But &s;tay! where is my wife? my wife, my wife&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>What &s;ay you, Sir?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Moor I would &s;ay. Which way went my Moor?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your <HI>Ethiopian</HI> Prince&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>is gone to dance with her in private, becau&s;e you laught him out of countenance here.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mi&s;chief on mi&s;chief! wor&s;e and wor&s;e I fear.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>What do you fear, why &s;tare you? Are you frantick?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mu&s;t have wits and fits, my fancies and fegaries.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your jeers upon poor Gallants.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>How do you feel your &s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hay toodle loodle, &amp;c.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ask your father ble&s;&s;ing <HI>Tim&s;y.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hay toodle loodle, &amp;c.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Upon your knees man.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Upon all my knees. A&mdash;ah. Hay toodle loodle.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>What was't to you, you &s;laves?</L>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Nat. &amp; Phillis pul'd in by the Moors.</HI></STAGE>
<L>Mu&s;t you be peeping.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's the matter now?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>What was't to you, ye Ra&s;cals?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Moor.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is to us Sir, We were hir'd to dance and to &s;peak &s;peeches; and to do the Gentleman true &s;ervice in his hou&s;e: And we will not &s;ee his hou&s;e made a baudy hou&s;e, and make no &s;peech o'that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>What is the bu&s;ine&s;s?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Moor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Marry Sir a naughty bu&s;ine&s;s. This Gentleman has committed a deed of darkne&s;s with your Moor, Sir; We all &s;aw it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>What deed of darkne&s;s? &s;peak it plainly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Moor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Darkne&s;s or lightne&s;s; call it which you will.</L>
<L>They have lyen together; made this &s;ame a baudy hou&s;e;</L>
<L>How will you have it?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Undone, mo&s;t wretched. O, I am confounded.</L>
<L>I &s;ee no art can keep a woman hone&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I love her, and will ju&s;tifie my Act.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="71" REF="46">
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>And I the be&s;t of any man on earth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou &s;peake&s;t good Engli&s;h now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>O Ruine, ruine, ruine&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hay toodle loodle, &amp;c.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why take you on &s;o, for an ougly feind?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>She is my wife, Gentlemen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All.</SPEAKER>
<L>How Sir, your wife.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>In conceit you mean.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;ay my lawful wife; your Neece; and &s;o di&s;|guis'd</L>
<L>By me on purpo&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;aid he was mad before, ha, ha, ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now I applaud my act, 'twas &s;weet and brave.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le be divorc'd before a Court in publique.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now will I u&s;e Authority and skill.</L>
<L>Friends, guard the doors. None &s;hall depart the hou&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Mun. Vin.</HI> Content, content.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Shall I, Sir, and my charge &s;tay too?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Marry Sir, &s;hall you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>I fear we &s;hall be &s;moak'd then.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, no, fear nothing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>You know your Chamber hu&s;wife. I'le wait o'your Ma&s;ter</L>
<L>To night. We will not part until to morrow day,</L>
<L>Ju&s;tice and Law lights every one his way.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is this your merry night, Sir?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh&mdash;oh&mdash;oh&mdash;o&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why roar you &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is the Cuckolds howle. A common cry about the City.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh o<HI>&mdash;Buz.</HI> Hay toodle loodle, &amp;c.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="act">
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT. 5. SCENE. 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Meanwell. Ra&s;hly. Winlo&s;&s;e. Ho&s;t.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mea.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now my good Ho&s;t, &s;ince you have been our friend</L>
<L><PB N="72" REF="47">
And onely councel keeper in our ab&s;ence,</L>
<L>To you, before we vi&s;it our own hou&s;es</L>
<L>We'le render a relation of our journey,</L>
<L>And what the motive was that drew us forth.</L>
<L>'Tis true, we did pretend a deadly quarrel</L>
<L>At a great bowling match upon <HI>Black-heath;</HI></L>
<L>Went off; took hor&s;e; and &s;everal wayes, foreca&s;t</L>
<L>To meet at <HI>Dover,</HI> where we met good friends,</L>
<L>And in one Barque pa&s;t over into <HI>France:</HI></L>
<L>Here 'twas &s;uppos'd to fight, like fa&s;hion followers</L>
<L>That thither flie, as if no &s;and but theirs</L>
<L>Could dry up Engli&s;h blood.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ho&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now, by the way,</L>
<L>Suppo&s;e that &s;uppo&s;ition had been true,</L>
<L>And the &s;uppo&s;ed deaths of you, and you</L>
<L>Had mov'd your &s;ons to combate in earne&s;t,</L>
<L>And both been kil'd indeed, as you in je&s;t,</L>
<L>Where had been then your witty &s;ubtilty,</L>
<L>My noble <HI>Meanwell,</HI> and my brave <HI>Ra&s;hly?</HI></L>
<L>Ha! have I twight ye there?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou keep&s;t thy humor &s;till my running <HI>Ho&s;t.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ho&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>My humor was, nor is, nor mu&s;t be lo&s;t:</L>
<L>But, to the que&s;tion, was it wi&s;ely done,</L>
<L>When each of you might &s;o have lo&s;t a &s;on?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>We had no fear of that Sir, by the Rule,</L>
<L>The common Rule o'th'world. Where do you find</L>
<L>Sons that have lives and Lands, will venture both</L>
<L>For their dead Fathers that are gone and car'd for?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nor was it onely to make tryal of</L>
<L>What husbands they would be; how &s;pend, or &s;ave;</L>
<L>How mannage, or de&s;troy; how one or both</L>
<L>Might play the Tyrants over their poor Tenants,</L>
<L>Yet fall by Prodigality into th'Compters:</L>
<L>And then the dead by pulling off a Beard,</L>
<L>After a little chiding and &s;ome whyning,</L>
<L><PB N="73" REF="47">
To &s;et the living on their legs again,</L>
<L>And take 'em into favour; pi&s;h, old play-plots.</L>
<L>No Sir, our bu&s;ine&s;s runs another cour&s;e;</L>
<L>Know you this Gentleman yet?</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ho&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor yet, nor yet;</L>
<L>Be&s;t wits may have bad memories; I forget.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Win.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is my part to &s;peak. Mine <HI>Ho&s;t,</HI> y'have known me,</L>
<L>My name is <HI>Winlo&s;s;</HI> a poor Gentleman,</L>
<L>Yet richer, by my liberty, then I was</L>
<L>For &s;ix years &s;pace, till the&s;e good Gentlemen</L>
<L>In charity redeem'd me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ho&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ma&s;ter <HI>Winlo&s;s!</HI></L>
<L>I thought I could as &s;oon forgot my Chri&s;s-Cro&s;s,</L>
<L>Yet (pardon me) you have been &s;ix years gone,</L>
<L>And all of them in pri&s;on &s;aving one,</L>
<L>In <HI>Dunkerk</HI> as I weene.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Win.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is mo&s;t true;</L>
<L>And that from thence the&s;e Gentlemen redeem'd me</L>
<L>At their own charge, by paying five hundred pound,</L>
<L>Which was my Ran&s;om.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ho&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis a rare example.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Win.</SPEAKER>
<L>Worthy bra&s;s tables, and a pen of &s;teel.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mea.</SPEAKER>
<L>No more good neighbour <HI>Winlo&s;s.</HI> What we did</L>
<L>Was to di&s;charge our con&s;cience of a burden</L>
<L>Got (and 'twas all we got) by your undoing,</L>
<L>In a &s;ad &s;uit at Law.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Host.</SPEAKER>
<L>I do remember;</L>
<L>And, without ruine I'le tell you, That &s;ad cau&s;e,</L>
<L>In which you join'd again&s;t him, overthrew him</L>
<L>And all his Family: But this worthy act</L>
<L>Of yours in his enlargement, crowns your piety,</L>
<L>And puts him in a way of better Fortune,</L>
<L>Then his fir&s;t tottering e&s;tate could promi&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Shut up that point. You have heard no ill, you &s;ay,</L>
<L>Among our &s;ons and daughters in our ab&s;ence.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ho&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not any Sir at all. But, Mr. <HI>Winlo&s;s,</HI></L>
<L><PB N="74" REF="48">
You that have pa&s;t &s;o many &s;orrows, can</L>
<L>(I make no doubt) here one with manly patience.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Win.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis of my daughter <HI>Phillis!</HI> Is &s;he dead?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ho&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis well and't be no wor&s;e with her: I fear</L>
<L>She's gone the tother way of all fle&s;h, do you hear?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why do&s;t thou tell him this?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ho&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>To have him right</L>
<L>His daughters wrong upon that wicked bea&s;t</L>
<L>That has &s;educ'd her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who is't? can&s;t thou tell?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ho&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Even the Ran<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">k-rider of the town, Sir, one</L>
<L>Ma&s;ter <HI>Nathaniel Banela&s;&s;e,</HI> if you know him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mea.</SPEAKER>
<L>He has my &s;ons acquaintance.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>And mine's too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ho&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>You may be proud on'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">, if they &s;cape his doctrine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Win.</SPEAKER>
<L>But does he keep my daughter to his lu&s;t?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ho&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, Sir, tis wor&s;e then &s;o. He has ca&s;t her off</L>
<L>To the common, as tis fear'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Win.</SPEAKER>
<L>Owretchedne&s;s!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>How cam'&s;t thou by this knowledge.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ho&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, Ile tell you.</L>
<L>I have, i'th'hou&s;e, a gue&s;t, was once your man,</L>
<L>And &s;erv'd your &s;on, &s;ince you went ore I'm &s;ure on'c,</L>
<L>Though now he has got a young &s;park to his Ma&s;ter,</L>
<L>That has a brace of gueldings in my &s;table;</L>
<L>And lu&s;ty ones they are. That's by the way.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>But to the point, I pray thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ho&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, the young gallant is abroad, the man</L>
<L>Scults clo&s;s i'th'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ou&s;e here, and has done the&s;e two dayes</L>
<L>Spending his time with me in drink and talk.</L>
<L>Mo&s;t of his talk runs upon wenches mainly;</L>
<L>And who loves who, and who keeps home, and &s;o forth;</L>
<L>And he told me the tale that I tell you</L>
<L>Twixt <HI>Banela&s;&s;e</HI> and your done and undone daughter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mine ho&s;t&mdash;cry mercy Gentlemen&mdash;</L>
<STAGE>Enter Rafe.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mea.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, nay, come on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="75" REF="48">
<SPEAKER>Ho&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>I told you he was very &s;hy to be &s;een.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>My old ma&s;ter alive again? and he that he kil'd too?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mea.</SPEAKER>
<L>Whom do you &s;erve? was I &s;o ill a ma&s;ter,</L>
<L>That, in my ab&s;ence, you for&s;ook my children?</L>
<L>Or how have they mi&s;us'd you? Why do&s;t look</L>
<L>So like an apprehended thief? I fear</L>
<L>Thou &s;erv'&s;t &s;ome robber, or &s;ome murderer,</L>
<L>Or art become thy &s;elf one. If the Devil</L>
<L>Have &s;o po&s;&s;e&s;s'd thee, &s;trive to turn him out:</L>
<L>He add my prayers to help thee. Whats the matter?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>O honor'd ma&s;ter! Ile keep nothing from you.</L>
<L>There is an act of horror now on foot,</L>
<L>Upon revenge of your &s;uppo&s;ed murder,</L>
<L>Of which to &s;tand and tell the circum&s;tance,</L>
<L>Would wa&s;t the time and hinder the prevention</L>
<L>Of your &s;ons murder, and your daughters ruin.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All.</SPEAKER>
<L>O fearful!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let not your amazement drown</L>
<L>Your rea&s;on in delay; your &s;udden ha&s;t</L>
<L>Was never &s;o requir'd as now. Stay not</L>
<L>To ask my why, or whither. As ye go</L>
<L>I &s;hall inform ye.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go, we follow thee.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT. 5. SCENE 2.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Diony&s;ia as before in mans habit, &s;word and pistol.</STAGE>
<L>What a fierce conflict twixt revenge and love,</L>
<L>Like an unnatural civil war, now rages</L>
<L>In my perplexed brea&s;t. There, fight it out;</L>
<L>To it Pel-mel my thoughts. The battel's hot.</L>
<L>Now for the day! revenge begins to &s;tagger,</L>
<L>And her de&s;tracted Army at an in&s;tant</L>
<L>R<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">uted and put to flight. All conquering love,</L>
<L>Thou ha&s;t got the victory; and now I &s;ue</L>
<L><PB N="76" REF="49">
(Like a rent kingdom by &s;elf-oppo&s;ite thoughts)</L>
<L>Unto thy &s;overaignty, to be the liege-right.</L>
<L>Take me to thy protection, kingly love,</L>
<L>And having captivated my revenge,</L>
<L>O, play not now the Tyrant. A firm hope</L>
<L>Per&s;wades me no: But when I &s;hall</L>
<L>Reveal my &s;elf I &s;hall obtain <HI>Theophilus</HI> love.</L>
<L>Which now is ten times &s;weeter in my thought</L>
<L>Then my revenge was, when 'twas fir&s;t begot.</L>
<STAGE>Ent. The. &amp; Lucy.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>What, &s;till alone? we have been &s;eeking thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>O 'tis the &s;ervice that I ow you Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Indeed you are too pen&s;ive: two whole dayes</L>
<L>And nights among us, and no more familiar?</L>
<STAGE>Ent. Ar. in his fal&s;e beard, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">eading in Mil. veil'd. Pages they &s;tand a|loofe.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pa.</SPEAKER>
<L>May I crave your name, Sir?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's to little purpo&s;e,</L>
<L>My bu&s;ine&s;s is the thing&mdash;yonder's the &s;tar!</L>
<L>What young Gentleman is that your Mi&s;tris arm</L>
<L>Appears &s;o courteous too?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pa.</SPEAKER>
<L>One &s;he thinks well on Sir,</L>
<L>No matter for his name, as you &s;aid, neither.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>He &s;eems &s;ome well grac'd &s;uitor. 'Tis my fear,</L>
<L>If he &s;hould now&mdash;I mu&s;t be ju&s;t however.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pa.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, a Gentleman de&s;ires to &s;peak with you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do&s;t thou not know his name?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pa.</SPEAKER>
<L>He will not tell it Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>You treacherous boy, do you bring you know not whom?</L>
<L>O 'tis the Gentleman I was &s;o bound to, Si&s;ter:</L>
<L>The welcom'&s;t man alive; Thanks my good boy.</L>
<L>What's &s;he he brings in veil'd, and this way leads?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, though I am &s;till a &s;tranger in my vi&s;it,</L>
<L>To works of gentlene&s;s, I am partly known.</L>
<L>There (if you chance t'enquire of me hereafter</L>
<L>(When I &s;hall more de&s;erve your inqui&s;ition)</L>
<L>I may be found, if not exact in &s;ervice,</L>
<L>A lea&s;t a poor pretender in my wi&s;hes:</L>
<L>And &s;o pre&s;enting this white gift, (more mode&s;t</L>
<L><PB N="77" REF="49">
Then the mo&s;t &s;ecret duty of mans friend&s;hip</L>
<L>Can ever be) I take my leave&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>This man</L>
<L>Would breed, at every time ht's &s;een, a wonder!</L>
<L>Sir, leave me not thus lo&s;t: let me once know you,</L>
<L>And what this my&s;tery means? This bears a &s;hape</L>
<L>I may not entertain: I have &s;et my vow</L>
<L>Again&s;t all woman kinde, &s;ince Heaven was married</L>
<L>To my fir&s;t love; and mu&s;t not willingly</L>
<L>Di&s;cover a temptation with mine own hand.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>How &s;hie and nice we are to meet our happine&s;&s;e!</L>
<L>Like dying wretches, '<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">raid to go to re&s;t.</L>
<L>Becau&s;e you &s;hall be guilty of no breach</L>
<L>I'le ope the Casket for you.</L>
<STAGE>He unveils her, &amp; &s;lips away.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ble&s;&s;e me, it is&mdash;</L>
<L>Warm, &s;o Love cheri&s;h me and comfortable.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>O death, my hopes are bla&s;ted.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>How is it with you, &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Might a man credit his own &s;ences now</L>
<L>This were my <HI>Millicent.</HI> How think you, &s;i&s;ter?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Indeed I am &s;o, my <HI>Theophilus.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>She lives, and he is lo&s;t to me for ever,</L>
<L>I &s;hall be &s;traight di&s;cover'd too. Fal&s;e Love</L>
<L>Thou ha&s;t dealt loo&s;ely with me; And Revenge</L>
<L>I re-invoke thy nobler &s;pirit: Now</L>
<L>Po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e me wholly; let it not be thought</L>
<L>I came and went off idly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, &s;omething troubles you. See your kin&s;woman</L>
<L>My brother &s;tands intranc'd too; Brother, brother&punc;</L>
<L>Noble Lady, &s;peak to him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>I was in my di&s;covery too &s;udden.</L>
<L>Strong rapture of his joy tran&s;mutes him&mdash;Sir,</L>
<L>Be not &s;o wonder-&s;truck; or, if you be,</L>
<L>Let me conjure you by the love you bore me,</L>
<L>R<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">turn unto your &s;elf again. Let not</L>
<L>A wandring thought fly from you, to examine</L>
<L><PB N="78" REF="50">
From whence, or how I came: If I be welcome</L>
<L>I am your own and <HI>Millicent.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>And in that</L>
<L>So ble&s;t a trea&s;ure, that the wealth and &s;trength</L>
<L>Of all the world &s;hall never purchace from me.</L>
<L>Heaven may be pleas'd again to take thee, but</L>
<L>Ile hold &s;o fa&s;t, that wee'll go hand in hand;</L>
<L>Be&s;ides, I hope his mercy will not part us.</L>
<L>But where's the man now more de&s;ir'd then ever</L>
<L>That brought you hither?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>You ask in vain for him.</L>
<L>I can re&s;olve you all; but for the pre&s;ent</L>
<L>He will be known to none.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is a cruel goodne&s;s: To put thankfulne&s;s</L>
<L>Out of all action. Sirah, how went he?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pa.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know not, Sir, he vani&s;h'd &s;odainly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Vani&s;h'd! good <HI>Lucy</HI> help to hold her fa&s;t</L>
<L>She may not vani&s;h too. Spirits are &s;ubtle.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>This was my fear. Will you have patience,</L>
<L>And fit but in this chair while I relate my &s;tory.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile be as calm in my extreame&s;t deeps</L>
<L>As is the couch where a &s;weet con&s;cience &s;leeps.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis now determinate as fate; and &s;o</L>
<L>At the whole clu&s;ter of'em. Ble&s;s me ha!</L>
<STAGE><HI>As</HI> Dioni&s;ia <HI>pre&s;ents her pi&s;tol.</HI> Enter. <HI>Ra&s;h. Mean. Win. Rafe. Arthur.</HI></STAGE>
<L>My father living! Then the cau&s;e is dead</L>
<L>Of my revenge.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>What is he kill'd out right.</L>
<L>Or els but hurt? <HI>Theophilus!</HI> my boy!</L>
<L>Dead, pa&s;t recovery. Stay the murdre&s;s there.</L>
<L>Look you, Sir, to her. I &s;u&s;pect your &s;on too</L>
<L>Is not without a hand in't by the ha&s;t</L>
<L>We met him in.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>He is not hurt at all</L>
<L>My honour'd father, as I de&s;ire your ble&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>But &s;tricken with an exta&s;ie of joy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="79" REF="50">
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Look up my boy. How do&s;t?here's none but friends.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sure, &s;ure w'are all then in <HI>Eli&s;ium</HI></L>
<L>Where all are friends and fill'd with equal joy.</L>
<L>Earth can have no felicity like this.</L>
<L>If thisbe any thing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou can&s;t not &s;ee nothing,</L>
<L>Look well about thee man.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;ee, I feel, I hear and know ye all:</L>
<L>But who knowes what he knowes, &s;ees, feels, or hears?</L>
<L>Tis not an age for man to know him&s;elf in.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>He is not mad I know by that.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>If I know any thing, you are my father&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou art a wi&s;e child.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The.</SPEAKER>
<L>And I be&s;eech your ble&s;&s;ing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou ha&s;t it. <HI>Millicont,</HI> I have heard your &s;tory,</L>
<L>And <HI>Lucy,</HI> you betwixt you &s;ooth his fancy,</L>
<L>He will be well anon. Keep'em company <HI>Arthur,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Lucy,</HI> bid him welcome.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<L>More then life, Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>You <HI>Diony&s;ia</HI> would be chid a little;</L>
<L>But, Sir, let me intreat her parden<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mea.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dry your eyes: you have it.</L>
<L>Go in&s;tantly re&s;ume your &s;exes habit,</L>
<L>And with the re&s;t be ready, if we call ye</L>
<L>To <HI>Quic&s;ands</HI> hou&s;e. The rumour of our coming</L>
<L>Already calls us thither to be a&s;&s;i&s;tant</L>
<L>To ju&s;tice <HI>Te&s;ty</HI> in a pondrous difference.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ka&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>How does he now?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>He's fallen into a &s;lumber.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>In with him all I pray.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ar. &amp;c.</SPEAKER>
<L>He &s;hall have all our cares.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exit with</HI> The. <HI>in the chair.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come my friend <HI>Meanwell.</HI> Now to <HI>Quick-&s;ands</HI> cau&s;e,</L>
<L>To keep it out of wrangling lawyers jawes.</L>
<L>The face of danger is almo&s;t made clean</L>
<L>And may conclude all in a comick &s;cene.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<PB N="80" REF="51">
<HEAD>ACT. 5. SCENE 3.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Vincent. Edmond. Te&s;ty. Ra&s;hly. Meanwel.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come, we will hear this cau&s;e try'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>See the Judges</L>
<L>Have tane their &s;eats, while we &s;tand here for evidence.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>My worthy friends, y'are come unto a cau&s;e</L>
<L>As rare, as was your unexpected coming</L>
<L>From the &s;uppo&s;ed grave&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>To th' point I pray.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>How quick you are! Good Mr. <HI>Ra&s;hly,</HI> know</L>
<L>(Though I crav'd your a&s;&s;i&s;tance) onely I</L>
<L>Supply the chief place in Authority.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>And much good do'c you. I have other bu&s;ine&s;s&mdash;</L>
<L>Your Neece Sir was too good for my poor &s;on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>How's that?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mea.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay Gentlemen, we came to end</L>
<L>A bu&s;ine&s;s: Pray begin no new one fir&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well Sir, I ha'done.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mea.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray Sir fall to the que&s;tion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Bring in the parties.</L>
<STAGE>Ent. <HI>Quic. Nat. Phil.</HI></STAGE>
<L>The fir&s;t branch of the que&s;tion ri&s;es here</L>
<L>If <HI>Quicksands</HI> wife, my Neece, be dead or living</L>
<L>Speak Gentlemen. What can you &s;ay to this?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Quicksands</HI> affirm'd to us, that &s;he was dead.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Edm.</SPEAKER>
<L>Though, &s;ince in a de&s;tracted pa&s;&s;ion</L>
<L>He &s;ayes &s;he lives.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>She lives, and is that &s;trumpet,</L>
<L>From whom I &s;ue to be divorc'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mea.</SPEAKER>
<L>That Moor, there?</L>
<L>Did you wed her &s;ince your fair wives decea&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tha<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;ame is &s;he, and all the wives I had</L>
<L><PB N="81" REF="51">
That black is but an artificial tincture</L>
<L>Laid by my jealou&s;ie upon her face.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is mo&s;t &s;trange.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Braver and braver &s;till,</L>
<L>I aim'd but at a cloud and cla&s;p'd a <HI>June,</HI></L>
<L>Will you be onely mine?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have &s;worn it ever.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then I am made for ever.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Remove her, and let in&s;tant tryal be made</L>
<L>To take the blackne&s;s off.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then if her &s;hame,</L>
<L>And my firm truth appear not, puni&s;h me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>However, your con&s;ent to be divorc'd</L>
<L>From <HI>Millicent</HI> is irrecoverable.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Before you all, Ile forfeit my e&s;tate</L>
<L>If ere I re-accept her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then &s;he's free.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now Mr. <HI>Banela&s;s&mdash;</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now for the honour of Wenchers.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your fact is manife&s;ted and confe&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>In fewe&s;t words it is.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Are you content</L>
<L>To take this woman now in que&s;tion,</L>
<L>If &s;he be found no Moor to be your Wife,</L>
<L>In holy marriage to re&s;tore her honour?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Or el&s;e, before you all, let me be torn</L>
<L>To pieces; having fir&s;t tho&s;e deare&s;t members,</L>
<L>In which I have mo&s;t delighted, daub'd with honey&punc;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>This prote&s;tation</L>
<L>Is clear, without re&s;pect of portion, now,</L>
<L>Or that &s;he is my Neece: For you mu&s;t know</L>
<L>She is no Neece of mine that could tran&s;gre&s;s</L>
<L>In that leane kind: Nor mu&s;t &s;he ever look</L>
<L>For favour at my hands.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am content, to take her as &s;he is,</L>
<L>Not as your Neece, but as his counterfeit &s;ervant,</L>
<L><PB N="82" REF="52">
Hoping he'le give me with her all about her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>My chains, and Jewels, worth a thou&s;and pounds,</L>
<L>I'le pay it for my folly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Twil be twice</L>
<L>The price of my pawn'd goods. I'le put the re&s;t</L>
<L>Up for your jeers pa&s;t on my friends and me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mea.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are agreed.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>To take her with all faults.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Phi|lis <HI>white.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>I take you at your word.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hah&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hell and her changes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lead by the hope of ju&s;tice, I am bold</L>
<L>To fix here fa&s;t, here to repair my ruins.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>The devil looks ten times wor&s;e with a white face,</L>
<L>Give me it black again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Are we not one, you know from the beginning?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Get thee from me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sirrah you have your &s;uit and your de&s;ert,</L>
<L>'Tis your be&s;t part to pa&s;s it patiently.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis <HI>Winlo&s;s</HI> daughter; we have found the error.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am confounded here. Where is my Wife?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>I, that's the point mu&s;t now be urg'd. The Law</L>
<L>Asks her at your hands. An&s;wer me, where is &s;he?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am at my joys end, and my wits together.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mea.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have brought her fame in que&s;tion: Tis re|veng'd</L>
<L>Now you are in both for her life and honour.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">eak villain, Murderer, where is my Neece?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have &s;nar'd my &s;elf exceeding cunningly;</L>
<L>That quean there knows.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Take heed, Sir, what you &s;ay,</L>
<L>If &s;he mu&s;t be my wife. Hands off I pray,</L>
<L>The&s;e are my goods &s;he wears. Give me'em, <HI>Phil.</HI></L>
<L>For fear he &s;natch, Ile put'em in my pockets.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sweet heart, my own will hold'em.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sweet heart already! we are &s;oon familiar.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>You know we are no &s;trangers.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="83" REF="52">
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well Mr. <HI>Quick&s;ands:</HI> becau&s;e you cannot an&s;wer</L>
<L>(To put you by the fear of halter-&s;tretching)</L>
<L>Since y'have ingag'd your word and whole e&s;tate</L>
<L>To be divorc'd: And you good Mr. <HI>Te&s;ty,</HI></L>
<L>I<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> you'l be willing yet that my poor &s;on</L>
<L>To wed your Neece, as I &s;hall find it lawful,</L>
<L>Ile undertake her &s;afe recovery.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have in heart given her your &s;on already.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>And he has her already.</L>
<STAGE>Ent. <HI>The. Mil. Ar. Lu. Dio. Winlo&s;s.</HI></STAGE>
<L>As for example, &s;ee Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>See, &s;ee, the heaven that I am ju&s;tly fallen from,</L>
<L>O may I yet find favour.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Never here.</L>
<L>Had&s;t thou not given thy faith to a divorce,</L>
<L>On forfeiture of thine e&s;tate, which thou</L>
<L>Do&s;t hold more precious; or could&s;t now redeem</L>
<L>That great ingagement; and then multiply</L>
<L>Thy pa&s;t e&s;tate into a tenfold &s;um.</L>
<L>Make me inheritrix of all; and la&s;t a&s;&s;ure me</L>
<L>To die within a week, Ile not re-marry thee:</L>
<L>Adulterate bea&s;t, that brok'&s;t thy former wedlock</L>
<L>In thy ba&s;e lu&s;t with that thy &s;ervant there.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>What a pox no, I tro&mdash;My wife that mu&s;t be?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Twas your own doing, to put me to my &s;hifts.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>The devil &s;hift you, then you will be &s;ure</L>
<L>Of change enough.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Win.</SPEAKER>
<L>O &s;hame unto my blood.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I will henceforward councel all my friends</L>
<L>To wed their whores at fir&s;t, before they go</L>
<L>Out o'their hands.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>How can you an&s;wer this?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>I utterly deny't upon my oath.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>So do I, and &s;afely for any act.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's well agen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>It was but in attempt, I told my Mi&s;tri&s;s,</L>
<L>Had it been done, &s;ure I &s;hould nere have &s;poke on't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="84" REF="53">
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tho&s;e are the councels women can onely keep.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nothing in act I a&s;&s;ure you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mil.</SPEAKER>
<L>In him 'twas foul enough though.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mea.</SPEAKER>
<L>O hateful vice in age.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis an old vice grown in him from his youth,</L>
<L>Of which bring forth for proof his ba&s;tard there.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>I fear we &s;hall be whipt for counterfeits;</L>
<STAGE>Ent. Buz. Arn.</STAGE>
<L>My long coats have a grudging of the la&s;h.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;ee my old Ma&s;ters face again, and I will</L>
<L>Fear nothing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then Ile bear up again&mdash;</L>
<L>Hay diddy daddy, come play with the Baby</L>
<L>Dindle dandle on thy knee, and give him a penny,</L>
<L>And a new coat, o ho&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>My grief and &s;hame is endle&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let not grief ma&s;ter you, Mr. <HI>Quicksands.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ed.</SPEAKER>
<L>We are your friends, and pitty your afflictions.</L>
<L>What will you give us now and we'le relea&s;e you</L>
<L>For ever of this changling charge of yours?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>And prove he's not your ba&s;tard. Speak now roundly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le cancel both your mortgages.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vin.</SPEAKER>
<L>A match. Now look you Sir, your quandam &s;ervant,</L>
<L>All but the beard he wore; for lo&s;s of which</L>
<L>We'le recompence him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>O <HI>Buzzard, Buzzard, Buzzard.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>O Ma&s;ter, Ma&s;ter, Ma&s;ter. Your &s;ervant and no ba&s;tard,</L>
<L>Nor father of your Ideot in <HI>Norfolk,</HI></L>
<L>He's there, and well Sir, I heard lately of him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>How could&s;t thou u&s;e me thus?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Buz.</SPEAKER>
<L>How could you turn me away &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha, ha. Come hither <HI>Buzzard.</HI> Thou &s;halt not want a M<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;ter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Arn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor I, I hope, while my old Ma&s;ter lives. Y'are welcome home Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>And thou to me my good old &s;ervant <HI>Arnold.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well fare a mi&s;ery of a mans own &s;eeking;</L>
<L><PB N="85" REF="53">
A tough one too will hold him tack to's end,</L>
<L>This comes with wiving at <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">hree&s;core and three;</L>
<L>Would doating fools were all &s;erv'd &s;o for me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>To &s;hut up all: <HI>Theophilus,</HI> take my Neece,</L>
<L>We'll &s;hortly find a Lawfull cour&s;e to marry ye.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>I will take care for't. <HI>Arthur,</HI> take my daught<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">r well be&s;tow'd.</L>
<L>With a glad fathers ble&s;&s;ing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mea.</SPEAKER>
<L>And mine with it, wi&s;hing my daughter were as</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir take no thought for me, till my &s;trict life</L>
<L>(By making man, and the world meer &s;trangers to me,</L>
<L>In expiation of my late tran&s;gre&s;&s;ion</L>
<L>Gain&s;t maiden mode&s;ty) &s;hall render me</L>
<L>Some way de&s;erving th'honour of a husband.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Spoke like a good new woman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>How now! do you look &s;quemi&s;h on your fortune,</L>
<L>Sir her's a Gentleman &s;hall maintain her blood</L>
<L>As worthy as your own till you defile it,</L>
<L>Tis be&s;t you clean&s;e it again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Cadzooks I will&mdash;</L>
<L>Forgiv'me for &s;wearing, and turn Preci&s;ian, a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">d pray</L>
<L>I'che no&s;e that all my brethren whorema&s;ters &s;pend no wor&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>My father&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Win.</SPEAKER>
<L>O my child.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Though Mr. <HI>Quicks&s;ands</HI> made a <HI>Mock-marriage</HI> with his <HI>Engli&s;h Moor,</HI></L>
<L>Ile not mock thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Te&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Enough, euough. I hope all pleas'd at la&s;t</L>
<L>But Ma&s;ter <HI>Quick-&s;ands</HI> here.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Qui.</SPEAKER>
<L>I yeeld to fortune with an humble knee,</L>
<L>If you be pleas'd, your plea&s;ure &s;hall plea&s;e me.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
<BACK>
<DIV1 TYPE="epilogue">
<PB N="86" REF="54">
<HEAD>EPILOGUE.</HEAD>
<L>Now let me be a modo&s;t undertaker</L>
<L>For us the players, the play and the play-maker:</L>
<L>If we have faild in &s;peech or Action, we</L>
<L>Mu&s;t crave a pardon; If the Commedy</L>
<L>Either in mirth, or matter be not right,</L>
<L>As 'twas intended unto your delight,</L>
<L>The Poet in hope of favour doth &s;ubmit</L>
<L>&V;nto your cen&s;ure both him&s;elf and it,</L>
<L>Wi&s;hing that as y'are judges in the cau&s;e</L>
<L>You judge but by the antient Comick Lawes.</L>
<L>Not by their cour&s;e who in this latter age</L>
<L>Have &s;own &s;uch plea&s;ing errors on the &s;tage,</L>
<L>Which he no more will chu&s;e to imitate</L>
<L>Then they to fly from truth, and run the State.</L>
<L>But whether I avail, you have &s;een the play,</L>
<L>And all that in defence the Poet can &s;ay</L>
<L>Is, that he cannot mend it by a je&s;t</L>
<L>I'th Epilogue exceeding all the re&s;t;</L>
<L>To &s;end you off upon a champing bit,</L>
<L>More then the &s;cenes afforded of his wit:</L>
<L>Nor &s;tudies he the Art to have it &s;aid</L>
<L>He &s;culks behind the hangings as affraid</L>
<L>Of a hard cen&s;ure, or pretend to brag</L>
<L>Here's all your money again brought in i'th bag</L>
<L>If you applaud not, when before the word</L>
<L>'Twas parcel'd out upon the &s;hearing-board.</L>
<L>Such are fine helps; but are not practi&s;ed yet</L>
<L>By our plain Poet who cannot forget</L>
<L>His wonted modesty, and humble way</L>
<L>For him and us, and his yet doubtful play,</L>
<L>Which, if receiv'd or but allow'd by you,</L>
<L>We and the play are yours, the Poet too.</L>
<PB REF="54">
</DIV1>
</BACK>
</TEXT>
<TEXT LANG="eng">
<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="55" MS="y">
<P>THE Love-&s;ick Court OR THE <HI>Ambitious Politique.</HI></P>
<P>A COMEDY</P>
<P>Written by <HI>Richard Brome:</HI></P>
<Q><P><HI>Nil mea, ceu mos e&s;t, commendes carmina curo</HI><LB>
<HI>Se ni&s;i comendent carmina di&s;pereant.</HI></P></Q>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed by <HI>J. T.</HI> for <HI>A. C.</HI> and are to be &s;old by <HI>Henry Broom,</HI> at the <HI>Gun</HI> in <HI>Ivie-lane,</HI> 1658.</P>
<PB REF="55">
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="prologue">
<PB REF="56">
<PB N="89" REF="56">
<HEAD>PROLOGUE.</HEAD>
<L><HI>A</HI> little wit, le&s;&s;e learning, no Poetry</L>
<L>This Play-maker dares boa&s;t: Tis his mode&s;ty.</L>
<L>For though his labours have not found lea&s;t grace,</L>
<L>It puffs not him up or in minde or face,</L>
<L>Which makes him rather in the Art di&s;clame</L>
<L>Bold Licen&s;e, then to arrogate a Name;</L>
<L>Yet to the wit, the &s;choller, and the Poet,</L>
<L>Such as the Play is, we mu&s;t dare to &s;how it</L>
<L>Our judgements to but too: And without fear</L>
<L>Of giving lea&s;t offence to any ear.</L>
<L>If you finde plea&s;ure in't, we boa&s;ting none,</L>
<L>Nor you nor we lo&s;e by' expectation.</L>
<L>Sometimes at poor mens boards the curious finde</L>
<L>'Mong&s;t homely fare, &s;ome unexpected di&s;h,</L>
<L>Which at great Tables they may want and wi&s;h:</L>
<L>If in this &s;light Collation you will binde</L>
<L>&V;s to believe you' have pleasd your pallats here,</L>
<L>Pray bring your friends w'you next, you know your cheor.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<PB REF="57">
<HEAD>Drammatis Per&s;onae.</HEAD>
<LIST>
<ITEM><HI>King of</HI> The&s;&s;aly.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Philargus,</HI> the Prince, &s;uppo&s;ed Son of the late &s;lain General.</ITEM>
<ITEM><TABLE>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>Di&s;anius</HI></CELL>
<CELL ROWS="2">Two Lords.</CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>Ju&s;tinius</HI></CELL>
</ROW>
</TABLE></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Stratocles</HI> a Politician.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Philocles,</HI> A young Nobleman &s;on of the late General, and twin with <HI>Philargus.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Euphalus,</HI> A Gentleman belonging to the King.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Geron,</HI> A curious Coxcomb and a Schollar.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Matho,</HI> A villain, &s;ervant to <HI>Stratocles.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Ter&s;ulus,</HI> A Taylor, &s;ervant to <HI>Philargus.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>&V;arillus,</HI> A Barbar, &s;ervant to <HI>Philocles.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Eudina,</HI> The Prince&s;&s;e.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Themile, Philocles</HI> Mother.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Placilla,</HI> Her Daughter.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Garula,</HI> An old Midwife.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Doris, Themilis</HI> Waiting-woman.</ITEM>
<ITEM>4. <HI>Rusticks.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<P>The <HI>Scene</HI> THESSALY.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="play">
<PB N="91" REF="57">
<HEAD>THE LOVE&mdash;SICK COURT.</HEAD>
<HEAD>OR THE <HI>Ambitious Politique.</HI></HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="act">
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT. 1. SCENE. 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Di&s;anius. Ju&s;tinius.</STAGE>
<STAGE>Meeting.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>_DI&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good morrow my good Lord. How fares the King?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jus.</SPEAKER>
<L>More &s;ick in mind then body, by th'opinion,</L>
<L>(Not onely of the skilful Doctors, but) of all</L>
<L>That come about him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>I that have not &s;een him</L>
<L>Since he was &s;ick, can gue&s;s, then at the cau&s;e</L>
<L>Of his di&s;temper. He is &s;ick o'th'&s;ubject;</L>
<L>Th'unquiet Commons fill his head and brea&s;t</L>
<L>With their impertinent di&s;contents and &s;trife.</L>
<L>The peace that his good care has kept'hem in</L>
<L>For many years, &s;till feeding them with plenty,</L>
<L>Hath, like ore pampered &s;teeds that throw their Ma&s;ters,</L>
<L>Set them at war with him. O mi&s;ery of kings!</L>
<L>His vertue breeds their vices; and his goodne&s;s</L>
<L>Pulls all their ills upon him. He has been</L>
<L><PB N="92" REF="58">
Too long too lenetive: A thou&s;and heads</L>
<L>(Or &s;ay a hundred, or but ten) cut off</L>
<L>Of the mo&s;t gro&s;s ones, the prime, leading heads</L>
<L>Of theirs a moneth &s;ince, had pre&s;erv'd him better</L>
<L>Then all his doctors pills can purge him now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jus.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are too &s;harp <HI>Di&s;anius.</HI> There's a means,</L>
<L>As milde as other of the Kings clear Acts,</L>
<L>In agitation now, &s;hall reconcile</L>
<L>All to a common peace no doubt.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's that <HI>Ju&s;tinius?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jus.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay: Here comes <HI>Stratocles.</HI></L>
<STAGE><HI>Ent.</HI> Strat.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>I fear, in that</L>
<L>Ambitious pate lies the combu&s;table &s;tuff</L>
<L>Of all this late commotion.</L>
<STAGE>They con|fer a&s;ide</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why is man</L>
<L>Pre&s;crib'd on earth to imitate the Gods,</L>
<L>But to come neare&s;t them in power and action?</L>
<L>That is to be a King! That onely thought</L>
<L>Fills this capacious brea&s;t. A King or nothing!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jus.</SPEAKER>
<L>He's deep in meditation.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>On no good.</L>
<L>It is &s;ome divelli&s;h waking dream affects him.</L>
<L>I'le put him out&mdash;And as I was about</L>
<L>To &s;ay my Lord.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>What? when <HI>Di&s;anius?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>About a moneth &s;ince,</L>
<L>It &s;tick &s;till in my jaws. Be not ambitious,</L>
<L>Affect not popularity. 'Tis the mo&s;t</L>
<L>Notable break-neck in a kingdom.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>In whom?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know to whom I &s;peak; would <HI>Stratocles</HI></L>
<L>As well knew who he is, and what he does:</L>
<L>It would be better for him. Thank me not,</L>
<L>I wi&s;h it for the king and kingdoms good,</L>
<L>Not yours I do a&s;&s;ure you, my great Lord;</L>
<L>Yet mine own Peer, if you forget me not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="93" REF="58">
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>You take your time Sir to make me your mirth.</L>
<L>A time may come&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>When you may be my King,</L>
<L>And then up goes <HI>Di&s;anius.</HI> Is't not &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, upto Court, to be king <HI>Stratocles</HI> fool.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Court now priviledges thee, or I would change</L>
<L>A cuffe with your great Souldier-&s;hip and popular great|ne&s;s</L>
<L>With clowns and Citizens, and Gentry, &s;prung</L>
<L>By their late peaceful wealth, out of their dongue.</L>
<L>But let'em thank our pious King, not you</L>
<L>That claim (as merit for your &s;ervice done)</L>
<L>Their loves and voices.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Cea&s;e my Lords this &s;trife.</L>
<L>The King may hear on't, who&s;e perplexities</L>
<L>Already are too grievous. Pray be &s;ilent,</L>
<L>The king approaches.</L>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>king &amp; Eupathus.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wee'll attend his entrance.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>Upon tho&s;e terms they are come then, <HI>Eupathus?</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Four of the chief in the commotion,</L>
<L>Upon the ingagement of my faith, that you</L>
<L>Had pa&s;t your kingly word for their return</L>
<L>In &s;afety, I have brought to Court, who wait</L>
<L>Your pre&s;ent will and plea&s;ure.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Bring'em in.</L>
<L><HI>Di&s;anius,</HI> welcome. I thought well to &s;end for you</L>
<L>To take a Councellors part of my late cares</L>
<L>Into your con&s;ideration.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>I attend</L>
<L>Your Highne&s;s plea&s;ure.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nearer good <HI>Di&s;anius.</HI></L>
<STAGE>They talk privately.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you deal in &s;ecret king? The Commons &s;ent for</L>
<L>To their examination, and this old</L>
<L>Antagoni&s;t of mine cal'd to confront me,</L>
<L>And I prepar'd by no intelligence</L>
<L>To fit me for th'incounter? Let'em come.</L>
<L>I mu&s;t not be deny'd to &s;tand as fair</L>
<L><PB N="94" REF="59">
In competition for the Crown as any man</L>
<L>The King him&s;elf elects for his &s;ucce&s;&s;or;</L>
<L>The people are mine own thro' all his parts:</L>
<L>He may command their knees, but I their hearts.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Stratocles, Ju&s;tinius, Di&s;anius</HI> &s;it.</L>
<L>My lords, altho'our Lawes of <HI>The&s;&s;aly</HI></L>
<L>To you, as well as to our &s;elf, are known,</L>
<L>And all our cu&s;toms, yet for orders &s;ake</L>
<L>I &s;hall lay open one to you. That is, when</L>
<L>A king decea&s;eth without i&s;&s;ue male</L>
<L>(As I unfortunately mu&s;t) the Commons</L>
<L>Are to elect their King, provided that</L>
<L>He be of noble blood, a &s;culdier, and one</L>
<L>That has done publick &s;ervice for the Crown&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>That makes for me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Or el&s;e the &s;on of &s;ome</L>
<L>Great General &s;lain in battel for his countrey</L>
<L>(As my <HI>Adrastus</HI> was.)</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>O my brave brother!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Twenty years &s;orrow for that Souldiers lo&s;s</L>
<L>Has not worn out his memory.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your grace</L>
<L>Forgets not then Souldiers of fre&s;her fame.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Some other time to boa&s;t good <HI>Stratocles.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Twere good youl'd hear the king&mdash;A general,</L>
<L>Or a Generals &s;on may be elected. There</L>
<L>Your Maje&s;ty left.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Or if the &s;onle&s;s King</L>
<L>Yet has a daughter, and he match her in</L>
<L>His life time to a husband that is noble,</L>
<L>He &s;tands immediate heir unto the Crown</L>
<L>Again&s;t all contradiction.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now think upon my &s;ervice, Royal Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now think upon my Nephewes, Royal Ma&s;ter,</L>
<L>The &s;ons of brave <HI>Adra&s;tus,</HI> who was &s;lain</L>
<L>Twenty years &s;ince in fighting of your battel.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="95" REF="59">
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Twere good you would hear the king. The husband of</L>
<L>Your daughter mu&s;t be elected. There you left, &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>It re&s;ts now that a &s;peedy choice be made</L>
<L>Of a fit husband, one that may acquire</L>
<L><HI>Eudynas</HI> love, and peoples approbation,</L>
<L>The people, (for who&s;e noi&s;e I mu&s;t not re&s;t</L>
<L>Till my &s;ucce&s;&s;or be appointed to them)</L>
<L>Are wild till this election be made:</L>
<L>They have, in arms, made their demand, and wait</L>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Eupathus</HI></STAGE>
<L>My pre&s;ent an&s;wer.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>O here they come. The&s;e be the principals 4 <HI>Ru&s;tiks.</HI></L>
<L>The heads, the heads, for&s;ooth they call them&s;elves.</L>
<L>Head-carpenter, head-&s;mith, head-plowman, &amp; head-&s;hep|herd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, pray approach; &amp; &s;eem no more aba&s;h'd</L>
<L>Here then among&s;t your giddy-headed rowts,</L>
<STAGE>they all kneel.</STAGE>
<L>Where every man's a King, and wage your powers</L>
<L>Gain&s;t mine in &s;oul defiance. Freely &s;peak</L>
<L>Your grievance, and your full demand.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Tis humbly all expre&s;t in this petition.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>By all means have a care that, to any que&s;tion, we give the King good words to his face; He is another manner of man here then we took him for at home.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>3. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;weat for't. I am &s;ure I have &s;carce a dry thred in my leather lynings.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>4. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>They made us heads i' the countrey: But if our head-&s;hips now, with all our countrey care &s;hould be hang'd up at court for di&s;plea&s;ing of this good King, for the next Kings good our necks will not be &s;et right a-again in the next Kings raign I take it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>My head itches to be at home again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>My head itches to be at home again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>3. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>My head and heart both akes for fear. Would</L>
<L>I were hone&s;tly hang'd out o'the way to be rid on't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>There you may read my Lords what we before</L>
<L>Found would be their demand. Tis for a King</L>
<L>That mu&s;t &s;ucceed me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="96" REF="60">
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>And becau&s;e you have</L>
<L>Govern'd them long in peace, by which they thrive</L>
<L>Their wi&s;dom would have you intail that piece</L>
<L>On them for after times; and &s;o they nominate</L>
<L>Ambitious <HI>Stratocles</HI> to be your heir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Envious <HI>Di&s;anius,</HI> my merit is</L>
<L>Their Motive.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Cea&s;e your &s;trife.&mdash;You have &s;tood, more in|clin'd</L>
<L>To lay your choi&s;e on <HI>Philocles,</HI> or <HI>Philargus</HI></L>
<L>The Twin-born &s;ons of long &s;ince &s;lain <HI>Adra&s;tus.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>May't plea&s;e your Maje&s;ty we are inform'd</L>
<L>That in their travails unto <HI>Delphos,</HI> both</L>
<L>Of them are dead.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>That information</L>
<L>Was meerly by &s;ugge&s;tion (I dare &s;peak it)</L>
<L>In&s;inuated by <HI>Stratocles.</HI> They both live</L>
<L>And are upon return.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Would we knew that.</L>
<L>Lord <HI>Stratocles</HI> then &s;hould pardon us. Hee's a man</L>
<L>Gracious among&s;t us. But&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Philargus!</HI> O&mdash;</L>
<L><HI>Philargus,</HI> be he living.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>3. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;ay <HI>Philocles.</HI></L>
<L>Brave <HI>Philocles</HI> is the man.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fal&s;e, empty weathercocks.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>4. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;ay Lord <HI>Stratocles</HI> is the man we know</L>
<L>And ought to honour.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>There lives yet &s;ome hope.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jus.</SPEAKER>
<L>What &s;trange confu&s;ions this? Or whither will</L>
<L>You run by &s;everal wayes? <HI>Philargus</HI> one,</L>
<L>Another <HI>Philocles;</HI> a third cries <HI>Stratocles.</HI></L>
<L>In this you &s;ay you'l have no king at all.</L>
<L>This mu&s;t be reconcil'd, or you pull ruine</L>
<L>Upon your &s;elves. He, whom the king is plea&s;'d</L>
<L>To give his daughter to mu&s;t be your King.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>All that we crave (and that upon our knees)</L>
<L><PB N="97" REF="60">
Is, that the king will graciou&s;ly be pleas'd</L>
<L>To make a &s;peedy choice, and give us leave</L>
<L>With pardon to depart, and &s;ignifie</L>
<L>His Royal plea&s;ure to the doubtful countreys.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tell'em they &s;hall expect, then, but a moneth,</L>
<L>In which &s;hort time my daughters marriage</L>
<L>Shall be con&s;ummate.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All Ru&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Gods protect your Maje&s;ty.</L>
<STAGE>Ex. Ru&s;t.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>And now, my Lords, the commons being at peace,</L>
<L>Let me prevail your private jarrs to cea&s;e.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT 1. SCENE 2.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Eudyna. Thymele weeping.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam, the cau&s;e is mine; tis mine to mourn</L>
<L>In chief, if they be dead. They were your &s;ons,</L>
<L>Tis true, and though they were your onely comforts</L>
<L>Upon this earth, you but re&s;igne to heaven</L>
<L>The ble&s;&s;ings that it lent you. But to me</L>
<L>They were a pair of equal lovers; and</L>
<L>By me &s;o equally belov'd; and by</L>
<L>The king my father &s;o 'bove all men re&s;pected</L>
<L>That I by either had been made a Queen,</L>
<L>Which title I for ever will di&s;claim</L>
<L>If they be dead.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>O my <HI>Philargus.</HI> O my <HI>Philocles!</HI></L>
<L>Ye Gods I know they did not &s;eek your Coun&s;els</L>
<L>Nor dare to approach your altars, but with all</L>
<L>Due reverence and required ceremony.</L>
<L>And could your <HI>Delphian</HI> Oracle, when they</L>
<L>Were friendly competitioners for love,</L>
<L>An&s;wer them but with death?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>The rumor, Madam,</L>
<L>Carries &s;o little &s;hew of truth, that you</L>
<L>Do ill to take &s;o deep a &s;en&s;e of it;</L>
<L><PB N="98" REF="61">
Much wor&s;e t'expo&s;tulate, as if you had</L>
<L>An injury done you by the Gods. Have you</L>
<L>Been from mine infancy my governe&s;s,</L>
<L>And careful councel-giver; and mu&s;t I</L>
<L>Find cau&s;e to chide you now? come dry the&s;e tears.</L>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Garrula.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Where's my &s;weet prince&s;s?</L>
<L>Where's my Lady governe&s;s?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>O <HI>Garrula,</HI> welcome. I could never wi&s;h</L>
<L>Thy company more u&s;efully: For thou bring'&s;t</L>
<L>Some recreation on thy countenance alwayes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am glad my countenance plea&s;es you. It may:</L>
<L>For I have on it now (could you di&s;cern'em)</L>
<L>A thou&s;and joyes dancing within the&s;e wrincles</L>
<L>More then my feeble failing tongue can utter.</L>
<L>And that's a grief to me 'mong all my joyes;</L>
<L>The failing of the tongue, the tongue, the tongue</L>
<L>Is a great grief to any woman. But</L>
<L>To one in years, and well in years, as I am,</L>
<L>It is a grief indeed, more then the lo&s;s</L>
<L>Of any other member.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>But I pray thee</L>
<L>Let not that grief deprive us of the hearing</L>
<L>Of, at lea&s;t, one of thy whole thou&s;and joyes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis a report of joy and wonder, prince&s;s;</L>
<L>Enough to make not onely you, and you,</L>
<L>But King and kingdom glad, could I but utter't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou do&s;t &s;peak well enough, and enough too,</L>
<L>I pray thee tell it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis &s;ome faign'd &s;tuffe</L>
<L>She hopes to palliate our &s;orrowes with.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis a report, worth more then all the &s;tories</L>
<L>That I my &s;elf have told in child-bed chambers,</L>
<L>To re&s;tore &s;pirit to the pallid fle&s;h.</L>
<L>And I have been a woman as good at it</L>
<L>(Without vain boa&s;t bee't &s;poke) as any &s;he</L>
<L>In <HI>The&s;&s;aly,</HI> that ere dur&s;t undertake</L>
<L><PB N="99" REF="61">
The office of a Midwi&s;e: And that the queen</L>
<L>Your Mother knew, when I delivered her</L>
<L>Of the &s;weet babe (your &s;elf.) She is in bli&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Now in <HI>Eli&s;ium.</HI> But you, Madam Governe&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Can yet remember good old <HI>Garrula,</HI></L>
<L>That took into the light your twin-born &s;ons,</L>
<L>And thereby hangs a tale&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>What means this woman?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good <HI>Garrula,</HI> thy newes? thy pre&s;ent &s;tory?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis &s;uch a &s;tory, that could I but utter't</L>
<L>With volubility of tongue!&mdash;But O</L>
<L>This tongue, that fails me now; for all the helps</L>
<L>Of Syrups, and &s;weet &s;ippings. I &s;till go</L>
<STAGE>She &s;ips oft of a bottle ather girdle.</STAGE>
<L>Provided, as you &s;ee, to cheri&s;h it.</L>
<L>And yet it falters with me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>We &s;hall ha't</L>
<L>Anon I hope. <HI>Placilla,</HI> whats your news?</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ent.</HI> Placilla.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis excellent Madam. And I was ambitious</L>
<L>To bring you the fir&s;t ta&s;te of it. But if</L>
<L><HI>Garrula</HI> has in that prevented me,</L>
<L>I can with no le&s;&s;e joy relate it yet.</L>
<L>My brothers are return'd, and &s;afe, from <HI>Delphos.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be thou as true as th'Oracle.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now, Madam.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mother, tis true.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis that I would ha'told you</L>
<L>Had not my tongue fail'd me i'th' utterance.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thy tongue ran fa&s;t enough, but lo&s;t its way.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>Three minutes, Madam, brings'em to your pre&s;ence.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>How is it with you, Madam? Let not joy</L>
<L>Beget a wor&s;e effect then did your fears.</L>
<STAGE>Thym. &s;wounds</STAGE>
<L>Help, <HI>Garrula.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ods pity, what dee mean.</L>
<L>Madam, look up, and &s;peak up too you were be&s;t,</L>
<L>Do you know who talks to you? Speak; and &s;peak well too.</L>
<L>I &s;hall &s;peak that will be wor&s;e for you el&s;e.</L>
<L><PB N="100" REF="62">
Madam, you know, that I know what I know.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am well I thank you, <HI>Garrula.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>O are you &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have ob&s;erv'd that often in her language,</L>
<L>This chattring Midwife glanceth at the knowledge</L>
<L>Of &s;ome &s;trange hidden thing, which like as with</L>
<L>A Charm, &s;he keeps my Governe&s;s in aw with.</L>
<L>I gue&s;s it but &s;ome trifle: For I know</L>
<L>The Lady is right vertuous; yet it may</L>
<L>Be worth my inqui&s;ition at fit time.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have felt the comforts of my friend&s;hip <HI>Gar|rula,</HI></L>
<L>And had you common charity, you'd forbear me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>I&mdash;done Madam. Be &s;ecure. But yet,</L>
<L>Though I forbear to &s;peak, I not forget.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have not yet, <HI>Placilla,</HI> told the means</L>
<STAGE><HI>A &s;hout &amp; crying</HI> Phi|lar. <HI>&amp;</HI> Phi|locles, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></STAGE>
<L>Of your rich knowledge.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor &s;hall I need now Madam</L>
<L>The&s;e &s;houts of joy that follow'd them to Court</L>
<L>Attend them to your pre&s;ence.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>O let us meet'em. Madam, come away.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>O ye Gods, I thank ye.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. omnes pret.</HI> Gar.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have a &s;on there too, as dear to me</L>
<L>As any Mothers onely born can be,</L>
<L>Who&s;e name's not voic'd with theirs. Yet by your favour</L>
<L>Great Madam Governe&s;s, he has di&s;charg'd</L>
<L>The office of a Governor ore your &s;ons,</L>
<L>As well as you have over the Kings daughter.</L>
<L>And they have &s;uck'd more of his Helycon</L>
<L>Then &s;he has of your doctrin: which their breeding</L>
<STAGE>&s;ips he bottle.</STAGE>
<L>Together with their Travels through his care</L>
<L>Will te&s;tifie (I doubt not) to my honor,</L>
<L>That have brought forth a &s;on of &s;uch performance.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Did not I &s;ay, 'twas <HI>Stratocles</HI> that rais'd</L>
<STAGE>Ent. Di&s;. Jus. Phila. Philo. Eud. Thy: Pla. Geron.</STAGE>
<L>That hideous rumor of their deaths, among</L>
<L>His wilde idolators, in hope to gain</L>
<L>Election by their ignorance and rudene&s;s?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="101" REF="62">
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Twas well tho&s;e factious heads were wrought to come</L>
<L>Before the King to finde his clemencie,</L>
<L>And probabilily that the&s;e were living.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>And how they then &s;hrunk in their necks from <HI>Stratocles!</HI></L>
<L>It has &s;o laid the flames of his ambition,</L>
<L>That the&s;e may &s;afely now tread out the fire.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phila.</SPEAKER>
<L>Welcom again my princely Nephews, welcom.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thanks, courteous Uncle.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>You interrupt me, brother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good woman, cry thee mercy. Mothers are &s;uch things!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why, what things are we mothers?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>O the old night-piece with her dark lanthorne by her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>You'l give us leave to take</L>
<L>The comforts due unto us in our age,</L>
<L>For which we &s;uffer'd &s;orrow in our youth!</L>
<L>Our children are our children young or old.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>So is my hor&s;e my hor&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have repli'd,</L>
<L>As <HI>Whilome</HI> did a Councellour at Law,</L>
<L>Who &s;aid his adver&s;e Advocate had pleaded</L>
<L>To as much purpo&s;e as a hen i'th'forehead.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Geron.</HI> th'art welcom. Thou &s;till keep&s;t thy humor,</L>
<L>Thy travels ha'not chang'd thee. Thou came&s;t home</L>
<L>As wi&s;e as thou went&s;t out.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>So <HI>Whilome</HI> &s;aid,</L>
<L>A mi&s;er, having much increas'd his &s;tore,</L>
<L>He had as much &s;till as he had before.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Enough, I'le give thee over.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>O my dear off-&s;pring; every &s;ight of you</L>
<L>Is a new recompence, and &s;atisfaction</L>
<L>For all the pain and travel of your birth.</L>
<L>In you your fathers memory &s;hall live</L>
<L>Beyond the malice of the grave and death:</L>
<L>And I, when my rejoycing &s;hall be full,</L>
<L>And cannot take addition, freely yeelding</L>
<L>My fle&s;h to du&s;t, &s;hall yet be ble&s;t by tho&s;e</L>
<L>VVho &s;hall give te&s;timony to your vertue.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="102" REF="63">
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Twere a &s;ufficient &s;pur to noble actions</L>
<L>To be rewarded but with your content,</L>
<L>Which to procure we make our bu&s;ine&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Philocles,</HI></L>
<L>Your brow is clouded. Has the Oracle</L>
<L>Adjudg'd again&s;t you. Pray let us partake</L>
<L>The knowledge of the <HI>Delphian</HI> decree;</L>
<L>And which of you &s;tands highe&s;t in the favour</L>
<L>Of wi&s;e <HI>Apollo,</HI> to be husband to</L>
<L>Prince&s;&s;e <HI>Eudyna</HI> here the Kingdoms heir.</L>
<L>What &s;peaks the Oracle?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Such a Verdict, Madam,</L>
<L>Requires an <HI>O Edipus</HI> to con&s;true it.</L>
<L>I neither know't, nor am &s;olicitous</L>
<L>After the meaning.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wi&s;ely &s;poken, Pupil.</L>
<L>So <HI>Whilome</HI> an&s;wered an Aegyptian Porter</L>
<L>To one demanding what he bore conceal'd?</L>
<L>Tis therefore cover'd that thou &s;hould&s;t not know&punc;</L>
<L>The ca&s;es are alike.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray let us hear it.</L>
<L>Cannot your Tutor <HI>Geron</HI> play the <HI>Hermes</HI></L>
<L>T'interpret it?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am not <HI>Aenigmatical:</HI></L>
<L>But all for <HI>Apothegmes.</HI> Be&s;ides, I &s;ay</L>
<L>(As <HI>Whilome Ari&s;tippus</HI> of a Riddle)</L>
<L>It is not &s;afe to loo&s;e what being bound</L>
<L>Doth trouble us &s;o much.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let me come to't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes by all means: For as one <HI>Whilome</HI> &s;aid</L>
<L>The blinde are be&s;t i'th' dark.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, your trumps</L>
<L>Are ever &s;hot at me. Blinde as I am,</L>
<L>I perceive that. And make much of your Riddle,</L>
<L>I know both what it can and will come to,</L>
<L>Better without the &s;ight of it, then all</L>
<L><PB N="103" REF="63">
You can, with all your wi&s;e con&s;tructions.</L>
<L>And &s;o I leave you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not in anger, <HI>Garrula.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam, you know I know. I mu&s;t take leave</L>
<L>To take a Nap&punc;</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>And Governour <HI>Geron,</HI> wait upon your mother,</L>
<L>Tru&s;t our cares with your charge.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>So <HI>Whilome</HI> &s;aid</L>
<L>A School boy, when another rais'd his top,</L>
<L>Let me alone, my &s;elf can keep it up.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>And now let me entreat that we may hear</L>
<L>The hidden &s;entence. Happily &s;o many</L>
<L>May gue&s;&s;e at the intent.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>She longs to hear</L>
<L>Which of the two is prickt to be her husband.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here it is. If there be any thing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let me be Clerk. I hope at lea&s;t to read it.</L>
<Q><L><HI>Contend not for the Jewel, which</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ere long &s;hall both of you enrich.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Pur&s;ue your Fortune: For tis &s;he</HI></L>
<L><HI>Shall make you what you &s;eem to be.</HI></L></Q>
<L><HI>Apollo,</HI> thy great wi&s;dom hath quite fool'd mine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philo.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nothing but contradictions.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>As how, <HI>Philocles.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philo.</SPEAKER>
<L>He commands here.</L>
<L><HI>Contend not for the Jewel&mdash;we agree,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Eudyna</HI> is the Jewel.<HI>&mdash;which &s;hall both of you enrich.</HI></L>
<L>How &s;hall &s;he enrichus both? Can &s;he be wife to us both?</L>
<L>Then here he bids</L>
<L><HI>Pur&s;ue your Fortune.&mdash;</HI>And we both agree</L>
<L><HI>Eudyna</HI> is that Fortune too: &s;he's both</L>
<L>The Jewel we mu&s;t not contend for; and</L>
<L>The Fortune we mu&s;t both pur&s;ue. Then here</L>
<L>He &s;ayes tis &s;he &s;hall make us what we &s;eem to be.</L>
<L>What do we &s;eem? we are no Hypocrites</L>
<L>In fle&s;h or &s;pirit; no phanta&s;tick bodies</L>
<L><PB N="104" REF="64">
Or &s;hadows of humanity.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, <HI>Delphos</HI> is but a den of jugglers, which profanely</L>
<L>Abu&s;e divinity, and pretend a God</L>
<L>Their Patron to authorize their delu&s;ions.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nephews, the Gods had need be cautilous</L>
<L>For what they &s;peak if you may be their Judges.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>What thinks good <HI>Ju&s;tinius?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jus.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lords, here's two commands;</L>
<L>One, that you not contend to gain the jewel;</L>
<L>The other, that you both pur&s;ue your fortune.</L>
<L>Both the&s;e commands are thus to be obey'd;</L>
<L>Contend not for her as to violate</L>
<L>Your unexampled friend&s;hip, which you are</L>
<L>Renown'd for ore all <HI>Greece;</HI> And both pur&s;ue</L>
<L>Your fortune in her without eithers grudge,</L>
<L>At tothers happine&s;s in her choice.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Noble <HI>Ju&s;tinius,</HI> thanks.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>This we can do.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>And for the happine&s;s which we both a&s;pire to</L>
<L>We here confirm the friend&s;hip long &s;ince plighted,</L>
<L>Which never &s;hall be broken by <HI>Philargus.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Noble <HI>Philargus.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>So vows <HI>Philocles,</HI></L>
<L>'Tis not the cloudy language of the Gods</L>
<L>Shall make our brea&s;ts tempe&s;tuous or &s;tormy:</L>
<L>But with the &s;ame &s;erenity and quiet,</L>
<L>As heretofore our hearts &s;hall mingle &s;till,</L>
<L>And fortifie their truce. Let the event</L>
<L>Expound their Ridle. If good, it is our merit;</L>
<L>If bad, we know our vertue can correct it.</L>
<L>Mean time <HI>Philargus</HI> take the word of <HI>Philocles,</HI></L>
<L>That though there be no happine&s;s on earth</L>
<L>I can e&s;teem above <HI>Philargus</HI> friend&s;hip,</L>
<L>But fair <HI>Eudyna</HI>'s love, which onely is</L>
<L>The trea&s;ure I can covet from <HI>Philargus;</HI></L>
<L>And cannot look to live but to enjoy it</L>
<L><PB N="105" REF="64">
Rather then ju&s;tle with his friend&s;hip, I</L>
<L>Will die to lo&s;e it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Noble <HI>Philocles.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have made my vow, my brother <HI>Philocles,</HI></L>
<L>And friend, which is above it. I will &s;eek</L>
<L>And rather die then fail to gain her love:</L>
<L>But that, and the whole kingdom in addition</L>
<L>Mu&s;t divide our friend&s;hip or affection.</L>
<L>As we are Twins in birth, we'le be in mind</L>
<L>Unto our late&s;t breath. Let <HI>Greece</HI> hereafter</L>
<L>Forget to mention the <HI>Tyndarides</HI></L>
<L>With their alternate Deities, and tell</L>
<L>Of two <HI>The&s;&s;alian</HI> brothers could refu&s;e</L>
<L>A happine&s;s (which onely is not Heaven)</L>
<L>In dete&s;tation of priority;</L>
<L>Would not be happy, 'cau&s;e they might not &s;hare</L>
<L>An individual, both Time and Thing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Love, and ambition (I have heard men &s;ay)</L>
<L>Admit no fellow&s;hip; It holds not here.</L>
<L>The&s;e will have neither wife nor crown alone.</L>
<L>They each de&s;ire my love; but neither can</L>
<L>Enjoy't unle&s;s he were the other man.</L>
<L>My love is doubly tane, yet mu&s;t gain neither,</L>
<L>Unle&s;s I could enjoy them both together. O, ye Gods!</L>
<L>Why made ye them two per&s;ons, and a&s;&s;ign'd</L>
<L>To both but one in&s;eparable mind?</L>
<L>Or, why was I mark'd out to be that one,</L>
<L>That loves and mu&s;t embrace, or two, or none;</L>
<L>O my perplexity.</L>
<STAGE>Sinks.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Look to the Prince&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam. How fares the life of goodne&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>She &s;inks. Dear Mother, Si&s;ter; bring your aids.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>To keep the world alive give your a&s;&s;i&s;tance.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jus.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ye Gods be now au&s;picious.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>A love-qualm.</L>
<L>To bed with her and call for <HI>Cupids</HI> aid,</L>
<L><PB N="106" REF="65">
He be&s;t can cure the wound that he has made.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<TRAILER>Explicit Actus primus.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="act">
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT. 2. SCENE. 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Doris reading a Letter.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Do.</SPEAKER>
<L>My <HI>Lesbia,</HI> my <HI>Cinthia,</HI> my <HI>Licoris</HI></L>
<L>Or (which is be&s;t of names) my lovely <HI>Doris&mdash;</HI>that<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">. I.</L>
<L>I &s;till am thine and cannot commutate,</L>
<L>I am as certain to thee as thy fate.</L>
<L>Tis not my &s;tudy, or my travails can</L>
<L>Make me to thee appear another man:</L>
<L>Thou may'&s;t affirm of me as <HI>Whilom</HI> did</L>
<L><HI>Xantippe</HI> of her husband whom &s;he chid,</L>
<L>Grave <HI>Socrates</HI> regardle&s;s of his worth</L>
<L>He &s;till return'd the &s;ame that he went forth.</L>
<L>Before I vi&s;it thee, thus may'&s;t thou hear on</L>
<L>Thine in the tribulation of love<HI>&mdash;Geron.</HI></L>
<L>Ha, ha, ha. Old <HI>Whilom Geron,!</HI> art thou come again?</L>
<L>Could <HI>Delphos</HI> not detain, nor the Sea &s;wallow thee</L>
<L>But I mu&s;t be in danger to be puni&s;h'd</L>
<L>With the porcupine bri&s;tles? Fate deliver me.</L>
<STAGE>En. <HI>Placilla</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Doris,</HI> you mu&s;t be vigilant in attendance,</L>
<L>And &s;ee that no man pa&s;s this lobby, towards</L>
<L>Her graces lodging. Tis your charge: look to't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mi&s;tre&s;s you know your Mother laid that charge</L>
<L>On me before, and I am ready here</L>
<L>To an&s;wer every commer in his kind</L>
<L>Had you forgot it?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pardon me, I had;</L>
<L>But my care hurts not. One thing more good <HI>Doris.</HI></L>
<L>If my dear brother <HI>Philocles</HI> come to vi&s;it,</L>
<L>Prithe call me. Speak, wilt thou.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Do.</SPEAKER>
<L>&mdash;help your head.</L>
<L><PB N="107" REF="65">
I mu&s;t not &s;tir from hence, yet I mu&s;t come</L>
<L>To call you forth. Away, &s;ome body comes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>I tru&s;t unto thee <HI>Doris.</HI></L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>What a &s;ick Court is here? Shee's love-&s;truck too.</L>
<L>I can with half a &s;en&s;e find her di&s;ea&s;e;</L>
<L>But cannot gue&s;s the object of her love.</L>
<L>She keeps the fire &s;o clo&s;e up in her bo&s;om,</L>
<L>That &s;he will &s;ooner peri&s;h by't, then &s;uffer</L>
<L>A &s;park of it flie out to make di&s;covery.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Prince&s;s &s;he's love-&s;ick for two; and her</L>
<L>De&s;pair of gaining either's her con&s;umption.</L>
<L>But what think I of their loves, when mine own</L>
<L>Is trouble enough? Now the vi&s;itants;</L>
<L>My great Lords Howdies are upon the entry,</L>
<L>And the unwelcom'&s;t fir&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<STAGE><HI>Ent.</HI> Matho.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good morrow Lady.</L>
<L>May I crave admittance to the Lady Governe&s;s?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, you may crave it Sir, But not obtain it:</L>
<L>Her nearne&s;s to the Prince&s;s at this time</L>
<L>Is by &s;o &s;trict nece&s;&s;ity requir'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>May I prevail then, to impart the duty</L>
<L>I have in charge, unto the Ladies daughter?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>That is the Mi&s;tri&s;s whom I wait upon,</L>
<L>Though now at remote di&s;tance: She attends</L>
<L>Her Mother at this in&s;tant, and her Mother</L>
<L>The Prince&s;s in much privacy. If I</L>
<L>May be thought worthy to receive the knowledge</L>
<L>Of what you have in tru&s;t unto the Prince&s;s,</L>
<L>It &s;hall be orderly convey'd unto her Grace.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lord <HI>Stratoeles,</HI> &s;olicitous for glad tydings,</L>
<L>(Be&s;eeching that her Grace be pleas'd to take</L>
<L>The tender of his &s;ervice; and affirming</L>
<L>Upon his honour that no re&s;t affects him</L>
<L>Until he &s;hall receive a perfect knowledge</L>
<L>Of her recovery) prayes to be advertis'd</L>
<L>In what condition of health &s;he fares;</L>
<L><PB N="108" REF="66">
Or to gain leave to vi&s;it her him&s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, you have lo&s;t much time: you might have &s;aid</L>
<L>How does the Prince&s;s? And I an&s;wer thus,</L>
<L>She is mo&s;t dangerou&s;ly &s;ick; not to be &s;een</L>
<L>By him or any man.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet let her know</L>
<L>My Lords ob&s;equious care for her recovery.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le tell my Mi&s;tri&s;s, who &s;hall certifie</L>
<L>Unto my Lady, who &s;hall intimate</L>
<L>Unto the Prince&s;s what you have left in tru&s;t</L>
<L>With me, her Graces hand-maid thrice remov'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>I will acquaint my Lord; who for your care</L>
<L>Shall upon his advancement to the Crown</L>
<L>Give me command, who will give pre&s;ent order</L>
<L>Unto my man for your promotion.</L>
<L>Your diligence de&s;erves it.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>My great Lords e&s;pecially para&s;ite. I am beholden to you.</L>
<L>Here comes another; an importunate,</L>
<STAGE>Ent. Ter&s;u|lus.</STAGE>
<L>Though impertinent &s;uitor of mine own.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>My beauteous <HI>Doris,</HI> fir&s;t my love pre&s;ented</L>
<L>Unto your &s;elf, my Lord <HI>Philargus</HI> craves</L>
<L>To know how fares the Prince&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>This comes nearer</L>
<L>To my regard then tother; and de&s;erves</L>
<L>A comfortabler an&s;wer. She's not well Sir,</L>
<L>But much amended in her health. 'Tis like,</L>
<L>Your Lord (would he approach to vi&s;it her)</L>
<L>Shall find a fair admi&s;&s;ion to her Grace.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>I dare not (to delay my Lord a minute</L>
<L>Of the&s;e glad tidings.) Stay to pro&s;ecute</L>
<L>My love-&s;uit to your &s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, no; away.</L>
<L>Away good <HI>Ter&s;ulus;</HI> and hazard not</L>
<L>Your Lords, for your own fortunes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet my <HI>Doris&mdash;</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="109" REF="66">
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet again man.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be pleas'd to think of me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;hall, and better of you when you are gone.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wing'd with that hope, I fly.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>A pretty nimble fellow and a Taylor.</L>
<STAGE>Ent. Varill.</STAGE>
<L>I could almo&s;t affect him, did not this</L>
<L>More &s;upple handed Barber put him by.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sweet <HI>Doris!</HI> thus, by me Lord <HI>Philocles</HI></L>
<L>Salutes the Prince&s;s.</L>
<STAGE>Ki&s;s.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>This requires an an&s;wer</L>
<L>Of health indeed.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>How fares her highne&s;s?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well. Exce<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ding well, and longs to &s;ee your Lord.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le ha&s;t to tell him &s;o</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, good <HI>Varillus,</HI></L>
<L>I have not gain'd a conference with you</L>
<L>Since your return from <HI>Delphos.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>At more lea&s;ure</L>
<L>I'le tell thee wonders, <HI>Doris.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Something now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha'you &s;een your lover <HI>Geron,</HI> the old tutor,</L>
<L>Since our arival?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here is an Epi&s;tle</L>
<L>Came from him to my hands this morning. Hang him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well: he has been the whole mirth of our journey</L>
<L>In the di&s;covery of his love to you.</L>
<L>His meat, his drink, his talk, his &s;leep, has all</L>
<L>Been <HI>Doris, Doris,</HI> nothing but your remembrance</L>
<L>Has been the trouble of his company;</L>
<L>Ile tell thee at large hereafter. The fair Prince&s;s</L>
<L>Is well you &s;ay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>She was well when I left her,</L>
<L>But &s;ubject to much pa&s;&s;ion: She is well</L>
<L>And ill, and well again all in three minutes.</L>
<L>Great Ladies may be &s;o. But if I &s;hould</L>
<L>B<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;ick and well, and &s;ick again and well</L>
<L>Again as oft as &s;he; the world would &s;ay</L>
<L><PB N="110" REF="67">
I had it&mdash;And had been a courtier, to &s;ome purpo&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>They would &s;ay the Handmaid had been handled &s;o.</L>
<L>Would they?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Like enough, but great ones mu&s;t not be talk'd on</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have detain'd me to my undoing.</L>
<L>See, my Lord!</L>
<STAGE>Enter <HI>Philocles.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile &s;end his &s;i&s;ter to appea&s;e him.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philo.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have done ill <HI>Varillus</HI> to neglect</L>
<L>A duty of that con&s;equence, that I</L>
<L>Expected in your quick return, was this</L>
<L>A time to loyter?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>My good Lord, the prince&s;s</L>
<L>Is well again; re&s;tor'd to ab&s;olute health.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis happy news. But why was I delay'd</L>
<L>In this accompt? was it too precious for me?</L>
<L>Redeem your fault by &s;ome in&s;uing &s;ervice,</L>
<L>Or you may lo&s;e a ma&s;ter, that has lov'd you.</L>
<STAGE>Ex. Var.</STAGE>
<L>I mu&s;t proceed to gain <HI>Eudinas</HI> love</L>
<L>From my <HI>Philargus</HI> or l loo&s;e my &s;elf.</L>
<L>And gaining it, I mu&s;t &s;orgo <HI>Philargus,</HI></L>
<L>And equally be lo&s;t. O &s;i&s;ter, welcome.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Placilla.</STAGE>
<L>I mu&s;t reque&s;t your aid.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>In any thing</L>
<L>Wherein I may be u&s;eful, be&s;t of brothers.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I would intreat you be my advocate</L>
<L>In love unto <HI>Eudina.&mdash;</HI>O, but hold,</L>
<L>Shall I be treacherous unto my brother?</L>
<L>A brother! What's a brother? A meer name;</L>
<L>A title which we give to tho&s;e that lodg'd</L>
<L>In the &s;ame womb; &s;o bedfellowes are brothers;</L>
<L>So men, inhabiting one town, or countrey</L>
<L>Are brothers too: for though the place containing</L>
<L>Be greater, the relation is the &s;ame.</L>
<L>A friend! I that's the thing I violate,</L>
<L>Then which, nor earth nor heaven hath ought more &s;a|cred&punc;</L>
<L>Tis my <HI>Philargus,</HI> nay my &s;elf I injure,</L>
<L><PB N="111" REF="67">
If I content my &s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why, brother <HI>Philocles&mdash;</HI></L>
<L>Did I &s;ay brother? How my tongue con&s;pires</L>
<L>To torture me! If Brother be a naked</L>
<L>Title or name (as he &s;ugge&s;ts) I would</L>
<L>It had nor being, name, nor title. <HI>Philocles</HI></L>
<L>Y'are pa&s;&s;ionate.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fond rea&s;on I di&s;claim thee,</L>
<L>Love is a &s;train beyond thee, and approaches</L>
<L>The Gods e&s;tate: Friend&s;hip's a moral vertue</L>
<L>Fitter <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">r di&s;putation, then ob&s;ervance.</L>
<L><HI>Eudina. O Eudina!</HI> In what price</L>
<L>Art thou with me, for whom I ca&s;t away</L>
<L>The Souls whole trea&s;ury Rea&s;on and Vertue?</L>
<L><HI>Placilla,</HI> you mu&s;t wo <HI>Eudina</HI> for me.</L>
<L>Do you &s;tartle at it? Pray do't, as you love me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>If I were &s;he you &s;hould not need an advocate.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I charge you by this ki&s;s.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your wages</L>
<L>Corrupts your agent to be fal&s;e. O whither;</L>
<L>Into what Sands will the ra&s;h Pilot, Love?</L>
<L>Drive this weak ve&s;&s;el? did I call it Love?</L>
<L>Tis &s;ooty, helli&s;h fire; unlawful flame:</L>
<L>Yet &s;uch as we may ea&s;ier tax, then tame.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>What troubles you <HI>Placilla?</HI> O you are</L>
<L>Already entertain'd to mediate</L>
<L>For him you better love, <HI>Philargus,</HI> do:</L>
<L>He be&s;t de&s;erves her; Ile wo for him too.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Doris.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam, my Lady calls for you? My Lord</L>
<L>The Prince&s;s has tane notice of your vi&s;it</L>
<STAGE>Exit Plac.</STAGE>
<L>And wi&s;hes you draw nearer if you plea&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I meet that wi&s;h with &s;wift, but fearful feet.</L>
<L>My joyes are bitter, and my woes are &s;weet.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have heard men &s;ay when they on game&s;ters look</L>
<L>(Though equally affected to both parties,</L>
<L>Or both were &s;trangers to'em yet) they'l yeeld</L>
<L><PB N="112" REF="68">
A &s;ecret inclination which &s;hould win.</L>
<L>I am for <HI>Philocles,</HI> now, again&s;t <HI>Philargus,</HI></L>
<L>Who is as noble, and as free to me,</L>
<L>As ever <HI>Philocles</HI> was. But tarry <HI>Doris;</HI></L>
<L>You have a bett upon the game I take it,</L>
<L>Your love unto <HI>Varillus.</HI> If his Lord</L>
<L>Ri&s;e to a Kingdom, you may hope to climbe</L>
<L>The ladder of a Lady&s;hip by the man.</L>
<L>But not too fa&s;t: Here's one pur&s;ues the game</L>
<L>That is as like to win. Why if he does?</L>
<STAGE>Enter Phlargus</STAGE>
<L>His follower <HI>Ter&s;ulus</HI> loves me pa&s;t <HI>Varillus,</HI></L>
<L>And may as much advance me. But I love not</L>
<L>Him, And the love of honour above husbands</L>
<L>Has been &s;o common among Ladies, that</L>
<L>The fa&s;hions &s;tale and ougly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>So't mu&s;t be.</L>
<L>And &s;o by tran&s;po&s;ition of my love</L>
<L>I &s;hall be quiet, and <HI>Philocles</HI> doubly happy.</L>
<L><HI>Doris,</HI> go &s;eek my mother, and perceive</L>
<L>If I may &s;ee the Prince&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes my Lord.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Love, thou art well compar'd to fire, which where</L>
<L>It doth obey and &s;erve being commanded</L>
<L>By higher powers of the &s;oul, it fares</L>
<L>Like to the &s;tone or jewel of a ring,</L>
<L>Which joyns the orb, and gives it price and lu&s;ter:</L>
<L>So glorious is that love, &s;o nece&s;&s;ary.</L>
<L>But, where it rules and is predominant,</L>
<L>It tiranizeth; Rea&s;on is impri&s;on'd;</L>
<L>The will confined; and the memory</L>
<L>(The trea&s;ury of notions) clean exhau&s;ted;</L>
<L>And all the &s;ences &s;lavi&s;hly chain'd up</L>
<L>To act th'injunctions of in&s;ulting love,</L>
<L>Pearch'd on the beauty of a woman. Thou</L>
<L>Ma&s;culine love, known by the name of friend&s;hip</L>
<L>Art peaceful and morigerous: But that</L>
<L><PB N="113" REF="68">
Of woman, is imperious and cruel.</L>
<L>VVhy &s;hould I then lo&s;e <HI>Philocles</HI> for <HI>Eudina?</HI></L>
<STAGE>Ent. Eudi|na. Thymile Eudi. rea|ding a letter.</STAGE>
<L>Why? Can I look on her and ask a Rea&s;on?</L>
<L>O the divinity of woman! &s;ure</L>
<L>There is no heaven without'em. If the Gods</L>
<L>Should thru&s;t out <HI>Jove</HI> as he depos'&punc;l his Father</L>
<L>And elect me to be their thonderer</L>
<L>I'ld not drink Nectar to forgo <HI>Eudina.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fie, fie <HI>Philargus,</HI> y'are a &s;&s;ugi&s;h Lover.</L>
<L>I have been careful for you, yea and partial</L>
<L>Again&s;t your brother <HI>Philocles,</HI> to prefer</L>
<L>Your love to his: And you to &s;uffer him</L>
<L>A whole hour opportunity before you!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Has he been here?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>And is. Onely for you</L>
<L>I have beguil'd him of her pre&s;ence, that</L>
<L>Till you have made fir&s;t pre&s;entation</L>
<L>Of love to her he &s;hall have no acce&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now <HI>Philocles,</HI> I &s;uffer in thy injury;</L>
<L>And to proceed in it were treachery.</L>
<L>I would retire&mdash;But that magnetique beauty</L>
<L>To which are chain'd thou&s;ands of hearts and eyes</L>
<L>Has captiv'd mine: nor mu&s;t I &s;eem to &s;light</L>
<L>A mothers care. She's not the fir&s;t (tis known)</L>
<L>That of two &s;ons hath be&s;t affected one.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why move you not <HI>Philargus</HI> towards the Prin|ce&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam, you &s;ee &s;he's bu&s;y.</L>
<STAGE>Eud. throws a|way the Let|ter.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Stratocles&mdash;</HI></L>
<L>May thy ambition hoi&s;t thee into air;</L>
<L>And thy loo&s;e wings, like thy licentious paper,</L>
<L>There failing thee, let fall thy vicious body</L>
<L>To earth, as here thy name lies to be trod on.</L>
<L><HI>Philargus,</HI> you are welcome.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Princely Madam,</L>
<L>That language from your gracious lips is powerful</L>
<L>To &s;ave him from the grave, that onely lives</L>
<L><PB N="114" REF="69">
By your free favours.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, my dear <HI>Philargus,</HI></L>
<L>I thought me nearer to you, then that you</L>
<L>Should rove at me with Court&s;hip. <HI>Stratocles</HI></L>
<L>(The emblem of who&s;e pride lies there in paper)</L>
<L>Shot from afar indeed; yet, like a Jove</L>
<L>(A &s;elf-conceited one) pre&s;um'd to &s;trike</L>
<L>Love by command into me by his Letters.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>I cannot flatter pride, nor undervalue</L>
<L>Abilities. 'Tis true that <HI>Siratocles</HI></L>
<L>Has been a u&s;eful &s;ervant to the State;</L>
<L>But, doubtle&s;s, he would make as ill a Ma&s;ter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>No more of him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor more be thought of him.</L>
<L>And therefore Madam, by your fair command,</L>
<L>To avoid all Court-circumlocutions,</L>
<L>I tender thus my &s;ervice, and crave hearing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have it freely.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>To avoid all lets,</L>
<L>I will withdraw my &s;elf.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>The King has graciou&s;ly been pleas'd, in lieu</L>
<L>Of my &s;lain fathers &s;ervices; and for love</L>
<L>To us his &s;ons, (by us much unde&s;erv'd)</L>
<L>To recommend unto your noble choice</L>
<L>My brother and my &s;elf. You &s;tanding doubtful</L>
<L>Whether to chu&s;e, we to avoid di&s;pute</L>
<L>Of violating friend&s;hip, did implore</L>
<L>The Councel of the Oracle to direct</L>
<L>You in th'election. But the hidden &s;ence</L>
<L>In the dark &s;entence hath perplext both you</L>
<L>And us with more anxiety.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is too true.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet you are not pre&s;crib'd; your choice is free.</L>
<L>To take your lot in <HI>Philocles</HI> or me.</L>
<L>We both, by &s;trong injunction mu&s;t pur&s;ue</L>
<L>Your &s;acred Love, yet keep our friend&s;hip true.</L>
<L><PB N="115" REF="69">
Then thus illu&s;trious Madam.</L>
<STAGE>He kneels.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not &s;o low.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>As low as future duty mu&s;t compel me,</L>
<L>When you &s;hall be my Queen, let me be&s;eech</L>
<L>The favour that I &s;eek and would obtain,</L>
<L>Equal with heavenly bli&s;s, to &s;hine on <HI>Philocles.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>That he may be your King?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>May he prove &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be all example lo&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Friend&s;hip, with favour, may</L>
<L>Hold between King and Subject: But one throne</L>
<L>Cannot e&s;tate two Kings; Love's number's one.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>O my <HI>Philargus,</HI> you have open'd now</L>
<L>The meaning of the Oracle. I have the &s;ence</L>
<L>Mo&s;t perfectly. You have beyond example</L>
<L>Pre&s;erv'd your friend&s;hip with your brother; and</L>
<L>In wooing for him have won me to your &s;elf.</L>
<L>I am your own.</L>
<STAGE>She ki&s;&s;es him.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am amid&s;t the Gods.</L>
<L>The wealth o'th'world, the beauty of the Heavens,</L>
<L>And powers of both &s;hall not redeem my intere&s;t.</L>
<L>&mdash;Provided that I lo&s;e not <HI>Philocles.</HI></L>
<STAGE>Ent. <HI>Philo. Thy. Pla.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>In that your con&s;tancy you win me more.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your importunity hath prevail'd. See <HI>Philocles,</HI></L>
<L>The Princeis, and <HI>Philargus.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoe.</SPEAKER>
<L>O, you are partial.</L>
<STAGE>He &s;inks.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>O help, my brother; &s;peak, dear <HI>Philocles.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ye Gods, how comes this? Let me rai&s;e him up,</L>
<L>Brother, and friend; &s;peak, 'tis <HI>Philargus</HI> calls thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Philargus,</HI> let me go. 'Tis your advantage.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let me reque&s;t the cau&s;e of your di&s;turbance,</L>
<L>Good <HI>Philocles.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philo.</SPEAKER>
<L>No other but my &s;elf.</L>
<L>Honour'd <HI>Eudyna:</HI> For, who feeds to danger</L>
<L>Upon a di&s;h he loves, ought not to blame</L>
<L>The meat, but his unbridled appetite.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="116" REF="70">
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>How do you now? What a cold moi&s;ture</L>
<L>Spreads ore his temples here.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let me come to him:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>I can read his grief.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's that to the redre&s;s?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>The <HI>Delphian</HI> God, medcines inventor knowes</L>
<L>That and not I.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>His grief's a jealous pa&s;&s;ion</L>
<L>Upon my &s;uppos'd favour to <HI>Philargus.</HI></L>
<L>Shake it off <HI>Philocles,</HI> I am thine, as much</L>
<L>As ere I was, or his.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is no jealou&s;y</L>
<L>Onely a fear <HI>Philargus</HI> had broke friend&s;hip:</L>
<L>So, my &s;ouls better part exited, left</L>
<L>The other langui&s;hing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Had you expir'd</L>
<L>In that belief, and I had under&s;tood it,</L>
<L>My &s;hadow &s;hould have po&s;ted after yours</L>
<L>Unto the <HI>Eli&s;ian</HI> fields to vindicate</L>
<L>So cau&s;ele&s;s imputation.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy:</SPEAKER>
<L>And becau&s;e</L>
<L>You charg'd my &s;on with partiallity</L>
<L>Let us remove, <HI>Philargus,</HI> come <HI>Placilla.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>You will not take him from me. Stay <HI>Philargus.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>What would you do with both?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>I may not &s;tir,</L>
<L>When &s;he, who&s;e power above me countermands</L>
<L>The precepts of the Gods requires my &s;tay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>What not to give you brother <HI>Philocles</HI></L>
<L>An opportunity for equal hearing?</L>
<L>Your grace will not deney't him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>True, I may not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>That &s;pell convinces all. Friend&s;hips above,</L>
<L>And mu&s;t controul obedience, and love.</L>
<STAGE>Exit with Thym &amp; Placil.</STAGE>
<L>Tis not to injure thee my dear <HI>Philargus,</HI></L>
<L>That here I linger, to oppo&s;e thy love;</L>
<L><PB N="117" REF="70">
But to prefer it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>What &s;ayes <HI>Philocles?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>To &s;ay I love you, Madam, with a zeal</L>
<L>That dares to meet the tryal of Martyrdom,</L>
<L>And &s;uffer't for your &s;ake, might get a name,</L>
<L>A glorious one, and an immortal Crown:</L>
<L>Yet &s;o I &s;hould forgo (in leaving you</L>
<L>On earth, a heaven on it) the bli&s;s,</L>
<L>Which, grieving, I &s;hould in <HI>Eli&s;ium</HI> mi&s;s.</L>
<L>No, I will love you better then to die,</L>
<L>And be mine own chief mourner; yet mu&s;t crave,</L>
<L>Under your gracious favour, leave to &s;uffer</L>
<L>More then a thou&s;and deaths, that is, to live</L>
<L>And part with my fair hopes in you for ever.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>What means my <HI>Philocles?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Princely Madam,</L>
<L>Con&s;ider the nece&s;&s;ity, which now</L>
<L>By further &s;earch I gather from the hidden</L>
<L>Oraculous perduit; by which I am tied</L>
<L>Not to contend for you, that is, I mu&s;t not</L>
<L>Wound friend&s;hip in <HI>Philargus:</HI> B<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">t pur&s;ue</L>
<L>My fortune, which is to gain love from you.</L>
<L>For whom it &s;ayes not, but the meanings plain,</L>
<L>I for <HI>Philargus</HI> &s;hould your love obtain.</L>
<L>The Gods deal after as they plea&s;e with me,</L>
<L>My &s;ute is that you take <HI>Philargus.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>O&mdash;</L>
<L><HI>Philocles</HI> you have made a double conque&s;t</L>
<L>For you have got the victory of me</L>
<L>Which was before a&s;&s;ign'd unto <HI>Philargus.</HI></L>
<L>Your fortune thus embraces you</L>
<STAGE>&s;he ki&s;&s;es him</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>This now,</L>
<L>And with <HI>Philargus</HI> friend&s;hip were to me</L>
<L>A fortune 'bove the envy of the Gods.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>He cannot di&s;allow't. He woo'd me for you,</L>
<L>And won me to him&s;elf, as you have now</L>
<L>Suing for him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="118" REF="71">
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mu&s;t not hold you then.</L>
<L>His title, as his friend&s;hip precedes mine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet &s;till the choice is mine. I may take you</L>
<L>Without offence to him. But now he comes,</L>
<STAGE>Ent. Philar. Thy. Pla.</STAGE>
<L>And has again an equal intere&s;t,</L>
<L>Strange love! In others ab&s;ence I took either</L>
<L>And lov'd each be&s;t; Now both at once appear,</L>
<L>Neither is mine. Fate, let me die to one</L>
<L>Rather then live in this confu&s;ion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now Madam, whethers love do you approve.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Confound me not with que&s;tion. They are each</L>
<L>Wedded to others friend&s;hip: Either is</L>
<L>More &s;tudious for the other then him&s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>And ever mu&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>And will be.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>So will I</L>
<L>For both of you then for my &s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ala&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then let's continue thus with Maiden love,</L>
<L>With mode&s;t freedom, un&s;u&s;pected joyes,</L>
<L>As we had all been formed in one womb,</L>
<L>Till Heaven determine of us.</L>
<STAGE>Ent. King and Eupathus.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>To determine</L>
<L>Of you <HI>Eudyna,</HI> is by heaven committed</L>
<L>In pre&s;ent unto me. On you depends</L>
<L>The future glory and pro&s;perity,</L>
<L>Both of my hou&s;e and Kingdom. Tis be&s;ides,</L>
<L>Exacted of me by my near Allies,</L>
<L>And by my Subjects (whom I mu&s;t &s;ecure)</L>
<L>To con&s;titute a Succe&s;&s;or: And no longer</L>
<L>Will I expect your an&s;wer, then five dayes.</L>
<L>By then you mu&s;t declare who is your husband;</L>
<L>Or el&s;e expect one from my &s;elf; the man</L>
<L>Who&s;e name I am as loth to mention</L>
<L>As you to hear, even <HI>Stratocles.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, death fir&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="119" REF="71">
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be you obedient; and by the way,</L>
<L>Take my approvement of Lord <HI>Philocles,</HI></L>
<L>Not that I &s;light <HI>Philargus.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here's a my&s;tery too,</L>
<L>As dark as that from <HI>Delphos.</HI> He approves</L>
<L>My choice of <HI>Philocles,</HI> &s;lighting not <HI>Philargus.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come both you equal brothers; leave her to</L>
<L>Her thoughts a while.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ambo.</SPEAKER>
<L>In all obedience.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. King,</HI> &amp;c.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>What &s;trange amazement hath &s;urpriz'd you Ma|dam?</L>
<L>No &s;tudy, nor no &s;trife can alter fate</L>
<L>Or the decrees, the Gods determinate.</L>
<L>A husband you &s;hall have, be confident.</L>
<L>Be, as you were; &s;ecure of the event,</L>
<L>Till time produce it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam, be your &s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet five dayes for love's war. <HI>Jove</HI> grant I have</L>
<L>By then, to end the &s;trife, a peaceful grave.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<TRAILER>Explicit Actus &s;ecundus.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="act">
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT 3. SCENE 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Garrula. Geron.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Would you thus offer, by your own di&s;ea&s;e</L>
<L>To &s;horten your Mothers dayes? Or can you pine</L>
<L>And I not grieve? or cannot grief kill me</L>
<L>Do you think?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>A wi&s;e Philo&s;opher <HI>Whilome</HI> did affirm,</L>
<L>That women who have pa&s;t the fire of love</L>
<L>Have hearts, which grief can neither pierce, ne move.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Son, your Philo&s;ophy fails you, as your love</L>
<L>Blinds you: For <HI>Cupids</HI> fire I know may be</L>
<L>Quench'd by old age: But grief's unquenchable.</L>
<STAGE>Sips her bottle.</STAGE>
<L>My tongue &s;till falters with me (there's my grief)</L>
<L><PB N="120" REF="72">
And there are not &s;o many fadoms 'twixt</L>
<L>A womans tongue and heart, but grief may find</L>
<L>The bottom, but for care to keep it up</L>
<L>By &s;ending down an Antidote before it.</L>
<STAGE>Sips again.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>But <HI>Whilom</HI> did the love-&s;ick Poet prove,</L>
<L>No antidote again&s;t the power of Love.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Forbear your <HI>Whiloms,</HI> and your old &s;aid &s;aws,</L>
<L>And &s;ince you are in love, and by that love</L>
<L>Grown &s;ick with the concealment.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>As <HI>Whilom</HI></L>
<L>Th' <HI>Athenian</HI> boy who &s;tole a fox did hide</L>
<L>Under his coat his theft from being de&s;cried</L>
<L>Until it tore his Gentals&mdash;his intrals</L>
<L>I &s;hould have &s;aid.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>No more I &s;ay</L>
<L>Of your di&s;ea&s;e, but to the cure, which is</L>
<L>The love of <HI>Doris.</HI> How ha'you try'd her, &s;on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>By oratory, Epi&s;tles, and by gifts</L>
<L>Which <HI>Whilome Ovid</HI> &s;aid were be&s;t of &s;hifts.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, &s;uch a gift it might be, and &s;o fa&s;tened.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>But &s;he, as <HI>Whilom</HI> &s;aid <HI>Anominus</HI></L>
<L>Retorteth all with &s;corn injurious.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet will you leave your <HI>Whiloms?</HI> And go &s;eek</L>
<L>My Lady Governe&s;s? &s;ay I would &s;peak with her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>But <HI>Whilome</HI> &s;aid <HI>Diogenes</HI> (tis true)</L>
<L>To one that would, I will not &s;peak with you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Will you &s;ay as I &s;ay; and do as y'are bidden?</L>
<L>It is not her great Lady-&s;hips daughters hand-maid</L>
<L>Shall &s;corn my &s;on while I know what I know.</L>
<L>If you love <HI>Doris,</HI> run and tell her &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>For <HI>Doris</HI> love, as <HI>Whilome Daedalus.</HI></L>
<L>I will take wing. But &s;ee I am prevented.</L>
<STAGE>Ent. Thymil.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>O <HI>Garrula!</HI> well found, I was in que&s;t of you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>And I was eene a &s;ending for you, Madam.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>What an imperious beldam's this. But I</L>
<L>Mu&s;t humour her. Sending for me do you &s;ay?</L>
<L><PB N="121" REF="72">
For what, good <HI>Garrula.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sending for you? Yes Madam, &s;o I &s;aid,</L>
<L>And &s;ai't again. What, what, I know what I know.</L>
<L>You know I do; and that there is no &s;uch</L>
<L>Di&s;tinction 'twixt the honours of your birth</L>
<L>And place; and mine of age and knowledge, but</L>
<L>You might vouch&s;afe the &s;ummons when I &s;end.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy,</SPEAKER>
<L>What needs this <HI>Garrula?</HI> I am here you &s;ee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>You know I know, and have de&s;erv'd &s;ome favors,</L>
<L>I do not bo&s;t for what. You know.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>O me!</L>
<L>Who tru&s;t tho&s;e &s;ecrets whereon honour re&s;ts</L>
<L>To cu&s;tody in Mercenary brea&s;ts</L>
<L>Do &s;lave nobility; and though they pay</L>
<L>A daily ran&s;om, nere redem't away.</L>
<L>Pray let us be more private, though indeed</L>
<L>I love your &s;on for his great care of mine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>O, do you &s;o? Go forth &s;on <HI>Geron,</HI> till</L>
<L>I call. All &s;hall go well Ile warrant thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Whilom,</HI> &s;o</L>
<L>Said a Phy&s;itian, meaning to re&s;tore,</L>
<L>And kill'd the Patient was but &s;ick before.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why <HI>Garrula</HI> do you maintain a &s;trife</L>
<L>Still in my grieved mind 'twixt hope and fear?</L>
<L>Cannot &s;o many years of my known kindne&s;s</L>
<L>Win yet a confidence of &s;ecrefie.</L>
<L>You are as deeply bound by oath too as my &s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>I do confe&s;s my oath, and would not break it;</L>
<L>Yet, Madam, as you are a woman, you</L>
<L>May know a broken oath is no &s;uch burthen</L>
<L>As a great &s;ecret is; be&s;ides the tickling</L>
<L>A woman has to in and out with't. Oh</L>
<L>The tongue itche is intollerable! And were I</L>
<L>A woman of tongue, as mo&s;t are of my calling</L>
<L>(Though Midwives ha'been held the be&s;t at &s;ecret</L>
<L>Co<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ncel keeping) it had been out I fear.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="122" REF="73">
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>But &s;till take heed dear <HI>Garrula.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes Madam.</L>
<L>Yet there are kindne&s;&s;es requir'd on your part.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Have I not &s;till been kind?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>My memory &s;erves me; and but that my tongue</L>
<L>Now falters with me&mdash;I could recount</L>
<STAGE>Sips.</STAGE>
<L>All the rewards I have had from time to time,</L>
<L>Since you tran&s;lated me from a Country hou&s;wife,</L>
<L>Into the Midwife Royal; what in Gowns,</L>
<L>In Gold, in Jewels, Chains and Rings; and (which</L>
<L>I prize'bove all) my &s;yrrops and my &s;ippings.</L>
<STAGE>Sips.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your place of honour in the Court&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>What, what?</L>
<L>I hope I had that before i'che Kings favour,</L>
<L>As his Queens Midwife. She is in <HI>Eli&s;ium.</HI></L>
<STAGE>Sip.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then <HI>Garrula</HI> your learned &s;ons preferment,</L>
<L>Tutor and Governour to my Sons.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thereby</L>
<L>Hangs a tale, Madam. Now I come to th'point;</L>
<L>My &s;on affects your daughters hand-maid <HI>Doris,</HI></L>
<L>Who &s;lights his love. I mu&s;t now by your power</L>
<L>Obtain her for my Son.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be confident,</L>
<L>Though I confe&s;s I hold her worthle&s;s of him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>I tell him &s;o: But love has blinded him.</L>
<L>Ho <HI>Geron,</HI> I &s;ay <HI>Geron,</HI> come and hear.</L>
<STAGE>Ent. Geron.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>So <HI>Whilome</HI> pri&s;oners have been cal'd to come</L>
<L>From dungeon deep to hear a blacker doom.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Geron,</HI> be comforted. By all my power,</L>
<L><HI>Doris</HI> &s;hall be your own.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then <HI>Whilome,</HI> as</L>
<L><HI>Ovid</HI> his <HI>Corynna</HI> &s;weet, &s;aid o&mdash;</L>
<STAGE>Ent. Doris.</STAGE>
<L>She comes, &s;he comes. My joyes do overflow.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now <HI>Doris,</HI> what portends your ha&s;t? Speak Maid,</L>
<L>Is it to <HI>Geron,</HI> or to me, your bu&s;ine&s;s?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>His ill looks, had almo&s;t made me mi&s;carry'c.</L>
<L><PB N="123" REF="73">
Madam, the Prince&s;s in&s;tantly de&s;ires</L>
<L>Your company.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>But by her Graces favour,</L>
<L>And your leave, <HI>Doris,</HI> I will trench &s;o far</L>
<L>On both your patiences, and for your good,</L>
<L>As to be witne&s;s of an interchange</L>
<L>Of &s;ome few words twixt <HI>Geron</HI> and your &s;elf.</L>
<L>Why look you from him &s;o? he loves you, <HI>Doris.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's more then I ere knew, or read, by all</L>
<L>He &s;peaks or writes to me. He cloaths his words</L>
<L>In furres and hoods, &s;o, that I cannot find</L>
<L>The naked meaning of his bu&s;ine&s;s, Madam.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Speak plainly to her, <HI>Geron.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>To her Son.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>My bu&s;ine&s;s is the &s;ame, that <HI>Whilome</HI> drew</L>
<L><HI>Demo&s;thenes</HI> to <HI>Corinth,</HI> &s;ome repentance,</L>
<L>So I pay not too dear.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lo you there, Madam.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>You mu&s;t &s;peak plainer, Son.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>And be you kinder, <HI>Doris.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>But not &s;o kind, good Madam, as to grant</L>
<L>I know not what.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>O forfeit not the prai&s;e</L>
<L>That <HI>Whilome Aristotle</HI> gave your Sex,</L>
<L>To be inrich'd with piety and pitty.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know not what to pitty, but your want</L>
<L>Of utterance. It is &s;ome horrid thing</L>
<L>That you de&s;ire, and are a&s;ham'd to &s;peak it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, gentle <HI>Doris,</HI> nothing but the thing,</L>
<L>Whereby great <HI>Alexander Whilome</HI> &s;aid,</L>
<L>He knew him&s;elf a mortal, and no God,</L>
<L>Coition&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be it what it will; I cannot</L>
<L>Give what I under&s;tand not. Y'are too aloof.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>There's comfort, Son. And I'le give thee in&s;tru|ctions</L>
<L>To come more clo&s;e to her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="124" REF="74">
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le ea&s;e your care,</L>
<L>And be my &s;elf his Agent. Hee's too learned,</L>
<L><HI>Geron,</HI> you &s;peak too learnedly, as if</L>
<L>You woo'd a Mu&s;e: And <HI>Doris</HI> under&s;tands not,</L>
<L>But by your po&s;ture, what you'ld have. I'le put</L>
<L>Your meaning into womans words; and &s;uch</L>
<L>As &s;hall be &s;ure to &s;peed. But fir&s;t I'le wait</L>
<L>Upon the Prince&s;s. <HI>Garrula,</HI> will you go?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>And thank you for my Son: But &s;till&mdash;I know.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, I will do't <HI>Geron,</HI> be confident.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>I thank your Lady&s;hip as much as they</L>
<L>Who <HI>Whilome</HI><HI>&mdash;Whilome&mdash;</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Knew not what to &s;ay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>He's overjoy'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go <HI>Geron,</HI> lead the way.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt. omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT 3. SCENE 2.</HEAD>
<STAGE>King. Stratocles. Di&s;anius. Ju&s;tinius.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray trouble me no further. I have &s;aid,</L>
<L>That if in five dayes &s;pace &s;he make not choice</L>
<L>Of one of tho&s;e whom (I mu&s;t tell you <HI>Stratocles)</HI></L>
<L>She loves, and I prefer before you, then</L>
<L>I'le weigh your &s;uit, and rea&s;ons; and till then</L>
<L>I &s;ay't again, you are a trouble to me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>A trouble Sir? That were a time that knew me,</L>
<L>A trouble to your enemies, not you,</L>
<L>When this &s;ame lump of earth (which now's a trouble)</L>
<L>Stood a &s;ole Bulwark of your Realm; repelling</L>
<L>Arms of foes; &s;hrowding your fearful Subjects</L>
<L>Under my &s;hield; guarding your fields and Vineyards</L>
<L>From de&s;olation; your Palaces from ruine;</L>
<L>And am I now a trouble?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Stratocles,</HI></L>
<L>You lo&s;e the glory of your deeds by blazing</L>
<L><PB N="125" REF="74">
Your own renown. He that commends him&s;elf,</L>
<L>Speaks upon tru&s;t, and is his hearers &s;lave.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Peace, envy, and be thankful for thy life</L>
<L>Which thy tongue forfeits.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Just.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let my mildne&s;s tell you,</L>
<L>You are irreverent before the King,</L>
<L>Who has not been forgetful of your worth,</L>
<L>Nor &s;low in your reward. Then moderate</L>
<L>Your heat with coun&s;el; and be fir&s;t a&s;&s;i&s;tant</L>
<L>Unto the publick good: So &s;hall you merit</L>
<L>The fir&s;t regard in honours and affairs</L>
<L>Of private nature.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sra.</SPEAKER>
<L>So.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>This Oracle</L>
<L>Troubles me not a little. I had thought</L>
<L>Thereby to have declin'd this weighty care</L>
<L>From my declining &s;houlders, and have given</L>
<L>My countrey &s;atisfaction, and my &s;elf,</L>
<L>In chu&s;ing of a &s;on and &s;ucce&s;&s;or.</L>
<L>But I am pri&s;oner in the Labyrinth</L>
<L>Of the Gods verdict.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Their &s;ublimity</L>
<L>In matters of the future &s;eldom &s;toops</L>
<L>To humane apprehen&s;ion; yet vouch&s;afes</L>
<L>To an&s;wer our demands: but chides withall</L>
<L>Our too much incen&s;s with ob&s;curity.</L>
<L>Your grace however may pre&s;ume, where they</L>
<L>Shal deign to &s;pend a word, and take an offering,</L>
<L>It is a certain augury of good.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou ha&s;t allay'd my fear. <HI>Justinus</HI> come,</L>
<L>Lead me thy brains a&s;&s;i&s;tance. For in thee</L>
<L>I find a temper that accords with me.</L>
<STAGE>Exit King Just.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Souldler, I dare yet tell thee thou art ra&s;h;</L>
<L>Fooli&s;h as valliant; and as ea&s;ily may'&s;t</L>
<L>For all thy lo&s;tine&s;s be undermin'd</L>
<L>As the ba&s;e bramble: Boa&s;ting weakne&s;s, thee</L>
<L><PB N="126" REF="75">
And promi&s;ing Ambition leads thee up</L>
<L>An earthly exhalation into th'air;</L>
<L>Where with a little borrow'd light, one moment,</L>
<L>Thou &s;hin'&s;t the mark and wonder of all eyes;</L>
<L>But &s;oon con&s;um'd and darted to the Center,</L>
<L>Becom'&s;t the &s;corn of men and &s;port of Children.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are oth &s;ect of Cinicks, and have learn'd</L>
<L>To bark Philo&s;ophy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then &s;hall you hear</L>
<L>Your now adorning multitude upbraid</L>
<L>Your in&s;olence and pride, and gain the name</L>
<L>Of Prophets by your downfall, while one &s;wears</L>
<L>He had foretold it long; Another dreampt it;</L>
<L>All joyntly cry we never could indure him;</L>
<L>See what a look he has; what brawny lips;</L>
<L>What poy&s;onous eyes; and what an impudent front!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>You will out-run your priviledge of prating</L>
<L>And &s;uffer for't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am too prodigal</L>
<L>Of &s;eed upon &s;o flinty &s;oyl as thou.</L>
<L>Be as thou art, and peri&s;h.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ignorant wretch,</L>
<L>That out of all thy booki&s;h <HI>Theory</HI></L>
<L>Knowes not the &s;oul to be Aerial</L>
<L>And of a &s;oaring nature; not unlike</L>
<L>The noble Falcon that will never cea&s;e</L>
<L>To work 'bove all that tops her. The &s;upream</L>
<L>E&s;tate on earth, and next unto the Gods</L>
<L>Is maje&s;ty; and that's my pre&s;ent gain,</L>
<L>Though I have all but that, yet wanting that</L>
<L>All is as none to me: And &s;ince my way</L>
<L>Mu&s;t be upon the Ruins (&s;owre <HI>Di&s;anius)</HI></L>
<L>Of thee, and of thy glories in thy Nephews</L>
<L>The Kings dear darlings, for who&s;e pretious &s;akes</L>
<L>I mu&s;t attend five dayes (yet be a trouble)</L>
<L><PB N="127" REF="75">
I'le travail through your bloods: Thy &s;elf has gi'n me</L>
<L>The quicker motion by thy timely envy.</L>
<L>Thou ha&s;t &s;et &s;purs to the pale hor&s;e of death,</L>
<L>That into du&s;t &s;hall trample all tho&s;e lets</L>
<L>Which &s;tand twixt me and the <HI>The&s;&s;alian</HI> Crown,</L>
<STAGE>Enter Matho.</STAGE>
<L>Upon who&s;e back I'le &s;et this Rider.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>My &s;overaign Lord.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>I like that compellation:</L>
<L>Thou &s;til'&s;t me as thou wi&s;he&s;t me, on whom</L>
<L>Depends thy con&s;equent advancement, <HI>Matho.</HI></L>
<L>But we but dream of &s;overaignty and &s;leep</L>
<L>To the Atchievement: &s;omething mu&s;t be done</L>
<L>With waekful eyes and ready hands my <HI>Matho.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now my King &s;peaks him&s;elf. Let but your eye</L>
<L>Find out the way the&s;e ready hands &s;hall act</L>
<L>The &s;trength of your de&s;igns. I can perceive</L>
<L>That now the labour of your <HI>Jove-</HI>like brain</L>
<L>Is bringing forth the <HI>Pallas,</HI> &s;hall in&s;pire</L>
<L>Me, to perform the work of my advancement.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis not yet ripe for the delivery,</L>
<L>But thou &s;halt quickly have it. Follow me.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT 3. SCENE 3.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Eudina. Thymele. Placilla.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good Madam, let me be excus'd. The mirth</L>
<L>You offer'd to allay or quench my &s;orrows</L>
<L>Might have been well receiv'd at former times:</L>
<L>But now it is un&s;ea&s;onable.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet think on't, Madam,</L>
<L>How gravely <HI>Geron</HI> goes, and with what &s;corn</L>
<L>The wanton Girl recoyles.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good, &s;peak no more on't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then Beldame <HI>Garrula's</HI> rea&s;ons urging <HI>Doris&punc;</HI></L>
<L><PB N="128" REF="76">
Shewing how either of his pupils grace</L>
<L>In your electing <HI>Philocles</HI> or <HI>Philargus,</HI></L>
<L>Though to them doubtful, is a &s;ure advancement</L>
<L>To her by <HI>Geron.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Still you move like tho&s;e</L>
<L>That do in merry tales mis-&s;pend their breath</L>
<L>To tho&s;e that are that day mark'd out for death.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>You may not &s;ay &s;o (Madam) tis in you</L>
<L>By taking one, to give new life to two;</L>
<L>Your &s;elf, and if you'l give me leave to name</L>
<L>The other, be it <HI>Philargus:</HI> or, if chance</L>
<L>Shall favour better, <HI>Philocles</HI> or him,</L>
<L>Let it be him that gives you the fir&s;t vi&s;it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>That were to fancy in our &s;elves an Oracle;</L>
<L>Or to give fortune power, to execute</L>
<L>The judgement of the <HI>Delphian</HI> God.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy</SPEAKER>
<L>Who knowes</L>
<L>But that his Oracle would have it &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>Was it for that you now &s;ent for <HI>Philargus.</HI></L>
<STAGE>A&s;ide</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Say, &s;hall it be &s;o Madam; or &s;uppo&s;e &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>This plea&s;es better yet then <HI>Gerons</HI> wooing.</L>
<L>Praythee <HI>Placilla</HI> &s;ing. And may thy voice</L>
<L>Attract him that may prove the happier choice.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile try my be&s;t in notes, and what they want</L>
<L>Ile &s;trive to make effectual in my wi&s;hes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thanks kind <HI>Placilla.&mdash;</HI>But the leaden weights</L>
<L>Of &s;leep oppre&s;s mine eye-lids, and I &s;hall not hear thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet &s;it, and let her &s;ing: you'l &s;leep the better.</L>
<STAGE>Placilla <HI>Sings. After a &s;train or two,</HI> Eudina <HI>&s;leeps, and enters, as a vi&s;ion at the &s;everal doors,</HI> Philargus <HI>and</HI> Philocles; <HI>They meet and embrace affectionately: then whi&s;per a while: Then &s;udenly &s;tart off, and draw their &s;words: menace each other, and &s;everally depart. The &s;ong ended,</HI> Eudina <HI>affrightedly &s;tarts up.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="129" REF="76">
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay <HI>Philocles,</HI> &s;tay <HI>Philargus.</HI> Let not fury</L>
<L>Lead you to end that difference with your &s;words,</L>
<L>Which onely fits my life to &s;atisfie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>What means your Grace.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pur&s;u'em, with prevention,</L>
<L>Before they meet again, or one or both</L>
<L>Mu&s;t peri&s;h; did you not ob&s;erve their challenge,</L>
<L>And eithers daring other to the field?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who Madam, where? and when?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now; here; your &s;ons.</L>
<L>How can you ask?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Becau&s;e we were awake</L>
<L>And &s;aw nothing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>Collect your &s;pirits Madam: you &s;lept.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>It was an omenous dream then.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>And of good,</L>
<L>I dare divine it Madam. And now &s;ee</L>
<STAGE>Enter Philargus.</STAGE>
<L>Whom fortune fir&s;t hath &s;ent to be your choice.</L>
<L><HI>Philargus,</HI> you have won the glorious prize.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>But dos the glory of the world, <HI>Eudina,</HI> grant it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>My affrightment &s;hakes me &s;till&mdash;</L>
<L>O my <HI>Philargus,</HI> I am now in&s;pir'd</L>
<L>Sure by a vi&s;ion from the Gods, with knowledge,</L>
<L>That, in my choice of you, or <HI>Philocles,</HI></L>
<L>I &s;hall become the ruin of you both.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis not in fate to wound our common friend&s;hip.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis better in my &s;elf to kill the danger.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Gods avert &s;uch purpo&s;es. If you</L>
<L>Deprive the world of your fair &s;elf, then we</L>
<L>Both fall by nece&s;&s;ary con&s;equence.</L>
<L>But what are we? This <HI>The&s;&s;aly</HI> mu&s;t &s;uffer.</L>
<L>The King mu&s;t yield, to &s;ee a new and &s;trange</L>
<L>Succe&s;&s;on appointed to his Crown;</L>
<L>And by his &s;ubjects, not him&s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis that</L>
<L><PB N="130" REF="77">
Deters me: yet let me prevail <HI>Philargus</HI></L>
<L>(To quit me of my fears) that ere I pa&s;&s;e</L>
<L>My faith unto a husband, your and <HI>Philocles,</HI></L>
<L>Before the Gods, your Mother, and my &s;elf,</L>
<L>Once more, do celebrate your vow of Friend&s;hip.</L>
<L>And let me be excus'd in this: for I</L>
<L>Mu&s;t tell you, dear <HI>Philargus,</HI> that tho' now</L>
<L>My love be fixt on one of you (albeit</L>
<L>I name not which) I will not take him with</L>
<L>Lea&s;t &s;cruple of a fear of lo&s;ing him</L>
<L>Again by th'others &s;pight; nor leave that other</L>
<L>Le&s;&s;e lov'd by me, then now he is, for ever;</L>
<L>And tho but one can be po&s;&s;e&s;s'd of me</L>
<L>One friend&s;hip, yet, mu&s;t marry us all three.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Gods have &s;poke it in you; it is their</L>
<L>Divine injunction; Madam, I obey it,</L>
<L>And dare engage as much for <HI>Philocles.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is mo&s;t fair: now, till you meet, tis fit</L>
<L>You fall on lighter purpo&s;es for your health.</L>
<L>Son, here was mirth to day; although the Prince&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Reli&s;h'd it not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>I heard of <HI>Gerons</HI> love</L>
<L>To his fair <HI>Doris.</HI> We are now become</L>
<L>His Tutors, Madam, to be amorous.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Placilla,</HI> come you hither. I ob&s;erve</L>
<L>A change in you of late; and do &s;u&s;pect</L>
<L>The Rea&s;on. What! Do you blu&s;h at my &s;u&s;pition?</L>
<L>Nay then you mak'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> my knowledge. You are in Love.</L>
<L>I'le yet come nearer you. I gue&s;&s;e with whom:</L>
<L>And at fit time I'le &s;chool you for'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come Madam;</L>
<L>Now if you plea&s;e wee'l take &s;ome ayr.</L>
<STAGE>Philargus</STAGE>
<L>Craves leave to &s;eek his brother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes Madam.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>I wait o'your Grace. Nay, do not look di&s;pleas'd:</L>
<L><PB N="131" REF="77">
I tell you Girl, there is danger in it.</L>
<STAGE>Exit Eud Thym.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay <HI>Placilla.</HI></L>
<L>What! has my Mother chid you. I'le not que&s;tion</L>
<L>Her Rea&s;on, nor your fault; but pray thee &s;i&s;ter</L>
<L>If <HI>Philocles</HI> approach to &s;ee the Prince&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Ere my return, tell him I &s;tay at's lodging,</L>
<L>Fir&s;t, to confer with him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>I will my brother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Introth thou weep&s;t. Therefore to comfort you,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e I know by &s;ome infallible &s;ignes,</L>
<L>You are more tender of his Love then mine.</L>
<L>He &s;tands in equal competition yet</L>
<L>With me for fair <HI>Eudina.</HI> And if Fortune</L>
<L>Allots her me, I'le be as kind a brother</L>
<L>And &s;til the &s;ame to you as <HI>Philocles.</HI></L>
<L>I pray thee dry thine eyes.</L>
<STAGE>Ent. Matho di&s;gui&s;ed with a letter.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>If a di&s;guis'd face and a counterfeit hand</L>
<L>Ever prevail'd, may the&s;e in this plot &s;peed.</L>
<STAGE>Philarg. reads</STAGE>
<L>My Lord, I had this in charge to render to you.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> Matho</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am di&s;cover'd in my lawle&s;&s;e love.</L>
<L>Remember, <HI>Cupid,</HI> whom thou make&s;t thy Anvil;</L>
<L>A poor weak virgin. If thou art a God,</L>
<L>Be ju&s;t and rea&s;onable: It &s;avours not</L>
<L>Of ju&s;tice, to provoke ince&s;tuous flames,</L>
<L>Nor Rea&s;on to enforce an Ardency</L>
<L>Of things impo&s;&s;ible. Let me not burn</L>
<L>With neighbouring fire, which, to enjoy, I mu&s;t</L>
<L>Therefore di&s;pair becau&s;e it is &s;o near.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha! where's this fellow? is he gone?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, brother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis <HI>Philocles</HI> his hand! An eager challenge!</L>
<L>A challenge, and to me, his friend and Brother.</L>
<L>Now <HI>Oracle,</HI> where's your Riddle? An&s;wer me,</L>
<L><HI>Apollo's fiddle-&s;tick.</HI> O ye <HI>Delphian</HI> Prie&s;ts,</L>
<L><PB N="132" REF="78">
You hang religion up, like painted cloaths</L>
<L>Before un&s;eemly walls, to cloak their filth</L>
<L>And palliate their wicked mi&s;teries.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>How do you brother?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sick in <HI>Philocles.</HI></L>
<L>You'l hear more of his kindne&s;s to you &s;hortly.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>He &s;u&s;pects too, with much di&s;plea&s;ure, my</L>
<L>Unrea&s;onable Love to <HI>Philocles.</HI></L>
<L>But why &s;hould we be Rea&s;ons followers</L>
<L>With lo&s;s of liberty? which of the Creatures</L>
<L>Allayes his heat toward any of his kind,</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e the &s;ame belly gave them being? They</L>
<L>Ob&s;erve no difference of Sire, or Dam,</L>
<L>Brother, or Si&s;ter, being mature for love.</L>
<L>Ah, whither am I going? Be&s;tial thoughts</L>
<L>Forth of my bo&s;om; Leave me not my Soul,</L>
<L>Or my &s;oules better part, my rea&s;on. Oh</L>
<L>It was returning but a flaming &s;haft</L>
<STAGE>Enter Philocles.</STAGE>
<L>Of love has &s;et it's Man&s;ion afire</L>
<L>And frights it back again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc. Placilla.</SPEAKER>
<L>Si&s;ter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>That name of Si&s;ter, like a violent cold</L>
<L>Upon an extream heat, feavers my blood</L>
<L>To death.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Me thinks you are &s;ad and troubled &s;i&s;ter.</L>
<L>Why thus alone? Or have you entertain'd</L>
<L>That trouble&s;ome companion, Love? Come tell me</L>
<L>I can advi&s;e you very learnedly:</L>
<L>For <HI>Cupids</HI> Scholars are more exqui&s;ite</L>
<L>In giving councel then in u&s;ing it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>How &s;hall I an&s;wer him? I dare not look on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why are you &s;ad.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>Out of conformity</L>
<L>Unto the pre&s;ent garb: I have a&s;&s;um'd</L>
<L>Onely a veil of &s;adne&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="133" REF="78" MS="y">
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou art onely happy,</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;orrow is but outward, as a &s;tranger</L>
<L>Call'd to be pre&s;ent at a funeral</L>
<L>Clads him&s;elf like the re&s;t, is &s;erious,</L>
<L>And &s;ilent with a countenance dejected,</L>
<L>And <HI>Te&s;tudineous</HI> pace; but has not tears,</L>
<L>No groanings for a lo&s;s to him unknown:</L>
<L>The Ob&s;equies performed uncloaths him&s;elf</L>
<L>Of griefe and weeds together. But my &s;i&s;ter,</L>
<L>You are not pleas'd to talk upon this &s;ubject.</L>
<L>Where is the Prince&s;s?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>He'has given me now a Colour for my &s;adne&s;s.</L>
<L>The Prince&s;s is retir'd; She has been troubled</L>
<L>With a mo&s;t fearful dream of a Duello</L>
<L>Betwixt you and <HI>Philargus</HI> to be fought.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>With friendly Courte&s;ies?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, with &s;words &s;he &s;aid.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha, ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Philargus</HI> hath been with her, and to him</L>
<L>She told her fears, enjoyning him, that both</L>
<L>Of you &s;hould come, and jointly before her</L>
<L>Declare your con&s;tant friend&s;hip.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's &s;oon done.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>But tru&s;t me Sir, I fear <HI>Philargus</HI> took not</L>
<L>All as &s;he meant it; for at his departing,</L>
<L>He look'd di&s;plea&s;edly; and, when I demanded</L>
<L>His healths condition, he &s;aid he was &s;ick</L>
<L>In <HI>Philocles.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>In <HI>Philocles</HI> his ab&s;ence,</L>
<L>As I am in his. That was his meaning &s;i&s;ter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pardon my fear; which is, that hee's not friends w'ye.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pheloc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Away, your fear has made you idle.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>No.</L>
<L>It is my love, in that black horror clad,</L>
<L>Which will, before it leaves me, make me mad.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="134" REF="79">
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile &s;eek him out.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Matho di&s;guis'd, a Letter.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Math.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, I was commanded</L>
<L>To convey the&s;e into your Lord&s;hips hands.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>By whom were you imploy'd?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Math.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord 'twas not</L>
<L>The man that mov'd me. For I know him not;</L>
<L>But the reward. I humbly take my leave.</L>
<STAGE>Exit</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>My brother write. Ha! Are we at &s;uch di&s;tance?</L>
<L>Thou art no Prophete&s;s, <HI>Placilla,</HI> art thou?</L>
<STAGE>He Reads.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Brother</HI> Philocles, <HI>we are the laughing &s;tock of the Nati|tion; and injurious both to the King, our Countrey, the divine</HI> Eudina, <HI>and our &s;elves, by our childi&s;h love. The time is &s;hort, meet me, (I conjure you by our Friend&s;hip) within three hours, in the North vale of</HI> Tempe; <HI>where it &s;hall be the Gods election to take one of us, and leave the other for</HI> Eudina. <HI>Expo&s;tulate not with your &s;elf, much le&s;s with me otherwi&s;e then by weapon, or never expect to &s;ee your Brother</HI> Philargus.</STAGE>
<L>O Gods and men! where &s;hall we go to find</L>
<L>Friend&s;hip and truth? Bee't &s;o: For in th'event</L>
<L>We may be happy both: But with this ods;</L>
<L>One with <HI>Eudina,</HI> tother with the Gods.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<TRAILER>Explicit Actus Tertius.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="act">
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT 4. SCENE 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Varillus. Ter&s;ulus.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>We &s;hould love one another, brother <HI>Ter&s;ulus,</HI></L>
<L>More inwardly, and be in friend&s;hip true</L>
<L>As our Lords are. Prithee let their example</L>
<L>Piece up all difference betwixt us.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>Piece up,</L>
<L><PB N="135" REF="79">
I know your meaning and your jear <HI>Varillus,</HI></L>
<L>In your piece up.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fie on thy jealou&s;ie. 'Cau&s;e thou art a Taylor,</L>
<L>How ere a Gentleman by place, thou think'&s;t</L>
<L>I jear thy quality.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;hould not. For</L>
<L>Look back unto the worlds beginning; there</L>
<L>Youl' find a Taylor was before a Barber.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay if you go to rip up old Antiquity.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>Rippe! there he is again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>You may as well</L>
<L>Collect, that the fir&s;t man (who you &s;ugge&s;t</L>
<L>Was his own Taylor) was his own Barber fir&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>As how?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you think he did not &s;cratch his head</L>
<L>In ca&s;ting how to fa&s;hion out his breeches?</L>
<L>And that's in part, you know, the Barbers office.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>The &s;craching of the head.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>And &s;till</L>
<L>In u&s;e 'mong&s;t Taylors on them&s;elves. But note</L>
<L>The foul corruptions brought in by Time;</L>
<L>Of old they did but rub invention up,</L>
<L>How to contrive their work: But now their heads</L>
<L>Wri&s;ts, fingers, all have got an itch by't, which</L>
<L>Nothing but &s;tealing can allay; though that</L>
<L>Can never cure it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lying and &s;tealing went</L>
<L>Of old together: now they are &s;har'd it &s;eems</L>
<L>Between the Barber and the Taylor.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sharp.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your in&s;truments are &s;harp as mine, Sir Barber,</L>
<L>And you can pick more out of your Lords ears</L>
<L>Then I take from his Garments with my &s;heers.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>Agree good brother, or would we had <HI>Doris</HI></L>
<L>To &s;tickle twixt us.</L>
<L><PB N="136" REF="80">
There y'are afore me too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>But come, Lords followers are their Apes in mo&s;t things,</L>
<L>Why &s;hould not we be as friendly Rivals, now</L>
<L>In <HI>Doris</HI> Love, as are our Lords in the</L>
<L>Prince&s;s <HI>Eudinas.</HI> We will take up a fa&s;hion.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Doris</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Varillus,</HI> where's your Lord?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know not <HI>Doris.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Ter&s;ulus,</HI> where's yours?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know not <HI>Doris.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>You Eccho one another. Y'are commanded</L>
<L>Both by the Prince&s;s and the Governe&s;s</L>
<L>To &s;eek'em out.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Both.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your love commands our &s;tay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Coupled together? Go yet one of you.</L>
<L>You I can &s;pare be&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why him?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>You then.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why him?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you con&s;pire? I will return your care.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay gentle <HI>Doris</HI> &s;tay. For, tis in vain</L>
<L>To &s;eek our Lords. They are both rod &s;ingly forth</L>
<L>To take the Air. Mine an hour &s;ince.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mine even now. I came but &s;ince to call</L>
<L>My brother <HI>Ter&s;ulus.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your brother <HI>Ter&s;ulus?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>As deeply vow'd in friend&s;hip as our Lords are.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is with us as tis with them: we both</L>
<L>Are brothers, friends; yet Rivals in your love.</L>
<L>Can you now, as the Prince&s;s is to them,</L>
<L>Be equally affected to us both?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you &s;tay me to abu&s;e me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, dear <HI>Doris.</HI></L>
<L>We love our Lords? and as you love the Prince&s;s,</L>
<L>Who loves them, love you us. You are <HI>Eudina,</HI></L>
<L>I <HI>Philocles,</HI> and he <HI>Philargus</HI> is.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="137" REF="80">
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Are the men mad.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>Suppo&s;e &s;o Gentle <HI>Doris.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>The King commands you to make pre&s;ent choice</L>
<L>Of one of us, or el&s;e ambitious <HI>Stratocles</HI></L>
<L>(That's <HI>Geron)</HI> mu&s;t enjoy you. Now &s;weet Prince&s;s</L>
<L>Be &s;peedy in your choice. The kingdoms good</L>
<L>Depends upon it. And in your Election,</L>
<L>O make <HI>Philargus</HI> ble&s;t: He be&s;t de&s;erves you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>Admired friend, and brother <HI>Philocles,</HI></L>
<L>Your courte&s;ie ore-comes me: I mu&s;t &s;ue,</L>
<L>Though my heart akes the while as much for you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is fine &s;ooling&mdash;</L>
<L>Good Barber <HI>Philocles,</HI> and Taylor <HI>Philargus,</HI></L>
<L>You &s;hall not need to trim up his Affection,</L>
<L>Nor you to &s;tich up his with your forc'd courte&s;ies.</L>
<L>I know, in this, each wooes but for him&s;elf,</L>
<L>And my Affection runs as even betwixt you,</L>
<L>As nothing but your &s;izors, or your &s;heares</L>
<L>Had parted.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>See <HI>Stratocles, alias Geron.</HI></L>
<STAGE>Enter Geron.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>So <HI>Whilome</HI> did contend two warlike Princes</L>
<L>For a fair <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">and, till a powerful King</L>
<L>Subdu'd them both and it. <HI>Doris,</HI> take heed,</L>
<L>Be wary in your conver&s;ation</L>
<L>(As <HI>Whilom Tully</HI> warn'd his tender &s;on)</L>
<L>With &s;uch <HI>Pl<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">beians,</HI> lea&s;t their vulgar breeding</L>
<L>Corrupt your education.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mu&s;t &s;he be</L>
<L>Your pupil learned <HI>Geron.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>And my &s;elf</L>
<L>Her onely &s;tudy; &s;uch as <HI>Whilome</HI> was;</L>
<L><HI>&V;ly&s;&s;es</HI> to <HI>Penelope.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>Take heed <HI>Doris</HI></L>
<L>How you become his wife: For he will love you</L>
<L>So by the book, as he will never lie with you</L>
<L><PB N="138" REF="81">
Without an Authour for't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, &s;he &s;hall be</L>
<L>More precious to me then <HI>Homers Iliads,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Whilome</HI> to <HI>Alexander,</HI> which he made</L>
<L>His mighty bed-fellow: But why &s;tand I</L>
<L>To render this account? The Prince&s;&s;e &s;ent you,</L>
<L><HI>Doris,</HI> to call their Lords to walk with her,</L>
<L>And take the air of <HI>Tempe.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>They are gone to take the air already, &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come you with me then, <HI>Doris.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>And why with you</L>
<L>Antiquity? I have heard you all this while,</L>
<L>And though you boa&s;t you have an intere&s;t in me,</L>
<L>We are not yet one volume, both bound up</L>
<L>And cla&s;p'd together.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>She &s;peaks in his Element.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, I am yet loo&s;e paper; and 'twere good</L>
<L>To keep me &s;o; for when I'm bound I mu&s;t</L>
<L>Obey, be &s;earch'd, examin'd and corrected.</L>
<L>Yet this I'le do, and now be &s;erious,</L>
<L>If you will all obey my rule; and try</L>
<L>Your fortunes who &s;hall have me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var. Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>We agree.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>Their merits bear no aequability</L>
<L>With mine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>A very <HI>Stratocles.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>You boa&s;t your worth, and &s;tand on confidence</L>
<L>In powerful advocates: But what are all</L>
<L>Unto my Love, and (which is more) my will?</L>
<L>If you will hear my propo&s;ition, hear it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var. Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>We are agree'd. Pray hear't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lets hear it then.</L>
<L>The Gods, in Love, <HI>Whilome</HI> have &s;toop'd with men.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>That you all love me, I believe; and am</L>
<L>Content that every one of you do think</L>
<L><PB N="139" REF="81">
Him&s;elf prime man in my Affection:</L>
<L>And one of you I'le take. But yet my choice</L>
<L>Mu&s;t wait upon <HI>Eudina</HI>'s. Therefore mark</L>
<L>If your Lord wins the Prince&s;&s;e, and becomes</L>
<L>The Kings immediate Heir, I will be yours;</L>
<L>If your Lord, yours.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>Therein the oddes is mine,</L>
<L>For they are both my Lords.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then if both have her, I'le be yours: not el&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>As <HI>Whilome</HI> &s;aid, None of the wi&s;e&s;t Clerks,</L>
<L>When the Sky falls we &s;hall have &s;tore</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Of <HI>Whilomes:</HI> Ha, ha, ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var. Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha, ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e, Lady, Prince&s;&s;e, and my Mother</L>
<L>Shall know your.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Away, old <HI>Whilome.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha, ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Lords too I'le acquaint.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Away, old child,</L>
<L>Go tell it Mother, do.</L>
<L>If you had &s;pent, in the Phylo&s;ophers &s;chool</L>
<L>Your time no better, then in <HI>Cupids</HI> Lectures,</L>
<L>What a &s;trange dunce you had been. Tell her, Love &s;hows</L>
<L>In you, as <HI>Whilome&mdash;</HI>&s;he knows what &s;he knows.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Love I will forget; your &s;corn remember</L>
<L>In black revenge, and &s;o&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Farewel <HI>December.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hee'l to his Mother now. But tell me, <HI>Doris,</HI></L>
<L>What means that Beldame in <HI>&s;he knows, &s;he knows:</HI></L>
<L>She's often up with't to the Governe&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>It has relation to &s;ome uncouth pa&s;&s;age</L>
<L>Betwixt them, in my Ladies youth I gue&s;&s;e,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis &s;ome &s;mock-&s;ecret I believe. But Gentlemen,</L>
<L>You know how I have laid my &s;elf out to you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>That, as the Prince&s;&s;e &s;hall be&s;tow her &s;elf</L>
<L>On eithers Lord; you will embrace his man.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Right.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>And to that you'l hold?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes</L>
<L>This for a Creed, That heaven mu&s;t make its choice and hold you</L>
<L><PB N="140" REF="82">
Of one of them, before &s;he take the other.</L>
<L>You under&s;tand me; and now cea&s;e your &s;trife:</L>
<L>When th'ones Lord's dead, I'le be the others wife.</L>
<L>So farewel Gentlemen. I have &s;taid too long.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>She has given us both a hint now, would we take it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>You did not hear me &s;ay, Kill you his Lord,</L>
<L>Nor you kill his.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>But &s;he has laid a ground</L>
<L>To end a &s;trife, that I &s;hould nere ha 'found.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Varillus,</HI> come, our Lords may be return'd:</L>
<L>And we be &s;hent for loytering.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mu&s;t think on't.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT 4. SCENE 2.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Matho in his di&s;gui&s;e.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now for my Combitants. Th'appointed ground</L>
<L>Is here; the time draws on; and the event</L>
<L>Fore&s;een in my imaginary light</L>
<L>Of every pa&s;&s;e projected in their fight.</L>
<L>In the fir&s;t pa&s;&s;age, each &s;hall wound the other;</L>
<L>Then &s;hall they give, lend, pay, change wound for wound,</L>
<L>Till both of them lie fainting on the ground.</L>
<L>Holding between their teeth their doubtful lives:</L>
<L>When I, to end the que&s;tion, friendly come in,</L>
<L>And with an equal hand di&s;patcht'em both.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ent.</HI> Philarg.</STAGE>
<L>And &s;o into my ambu&s;h. One approaches.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is the place. What is't that urges me</L>
<L>So promptly to deed, which being acted,</L>
<L>Will be th'a&s;toni&s;hment of Heaven and earth?</L>
<L>Applauded no where but in Hell. Fair <HI>Tempe,</HI></L>
<L>Let it not be deriv'd to after Ages,</L>
<L>By any uncouth mark upon thy face,</L>
<L>Let not thy gra&s;&s;y locks, that &s;hall receive</L>
<L><PB N="141" REF="82">
The drops of blood, wither and die, condemning</L>
<L>The place that bore them to continual baldne&s;s;</L>
<L>Let not the impre&s;s of our labouring feet</L>
<L>Hold it's proportion; nor that part of earth,</L>
<L>Whereon the &s;lain &s;hall mea&s;ure out his length,</L>
<L>Re&s;erve the &s;tamp, and make it monumental,</L>
<L>By a perpetual &s;pring of more procere</L>
<L>And bigger bladed gra&s;s: And, when my &s;oul</L>
<L>Hath found an <HI>Exit</HI> (which my purpo&s;e is</L>
<L>My Brothers &s;word &s;hall open) let the valley</L>
<L>(When hee's departed) &s;ink and undermine</L>
<L>The bordering hills that they may cover me.</L>
<STAGE>Ent. Philoe.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>He hath prevented me in ha&s;t: In death</L>
<L>I &s;hall prevent his happily expected</L>
<L>Labour and toy'l, who for no other end</L>
<L>Am here arriv'd but to be &s;acrific'd</L>
<L>For expiation of his di&s;content.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let all the eyes of heaven be hooded, onely</L>
<L>One &s;tar to guid his point unto my heart,</L>
<L>Which in&s;tantly &s;hall fall, and be extinct</L>
<L>In my di&s;tilled blood; that &s;o the Gods</L>
<L>May not behold him. May &s;ome magick &s;pell</L>
<L>In&s;truct his arm and weapon how to &s;lay</L>
<L>My name and memory, that of me, there be not</L>
<L>Any de&s;ire; on him no Imputation.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>My cure is onely how my brea&s;t may &s;wallow</L>
<L>His point, without revealing mine intent.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;o't &s;hall be: a violent a&s;&s;ay</L>
<L>For provocation; and then &s;pit my &s;elf</L>
<L>Upon his &s;teel.</L>
<STAGE>They e&s;pie one another draw, and pa&s;s at each other, in&s;tantly both &s;pread their arms to receive the wound.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Philargus.</HI> What! &s;o quick,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's meant by this?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>That &s;hould be my demand</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Are you &s;o changeable?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not I <HI>Philargus.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="142" REF="83">
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>This was my re&s;olution;</L>
<L>Will you &s;tain</L>
<L>The reputation rais'd of your high valour.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I came to make experiment of none</L>
<L>But what con&s;i&s;ts in &s;uffring.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's my part.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>My &s;elf</L>
<L>If you deny me that la&s;t friendly office.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phila.</SPEAKER>
<L>Brother you dally with me. Therefore I conjure you</L>
<L>By faire <HI>Eudina</HI> let your anger loo&s;e;</L>
<L>Break up this cask of blood, and give the earth</L>
<L>A draught unto her health.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>By the &s;ame Beauty</L>
<L>(Then which no greater &s;ubject of an oath)</L>
<L>I &s;wear to be your nuptialls &s;acrifice,</L>
<L>Be you the Prie&s;t. I'le &s;uffer without noi&s;e</L>
<L>In my di&s;played bowels you &s;hall read</L>
<L>An augury of bli&s;s unto you both.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is hard mea&s;ure, <HI>Philocles,</HI> to mock</L>
<L>Ere you de&s;troy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le mock no more. Adieu.</L>
<STAGE>He offers to kill him&s;elf, <HI>Philargus</HI> clo&s;|es with him.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hold, hold, and be not prodigal of that blood,</L>
<L>More precious then <HI>Pactolus</HI> golden &s;treams.</L>
<STAGE>They &s;trugle, and both fall down, &s;till &s;tri|ving to hold each others &s;word. &amp;c.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Was then your challenge but totry me onely?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yours was, it &s;eems; but none went out from me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then are we both en&s;nar'd by treachery.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Matho.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Math.</SPEAKER>
<L>This I fore&s;aw 'twould come to. 'Save ye lord|ings.</L>
<L>And whither travail ye? Do you not want a guide</L>
<L>To help ye on your way?</L>
<STAGE>Matho draws they &s;tart up and di&s;arm him.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is the villane</L>
<L>That &s;ummon'd me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>And me. Villane, what art thou?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="143" REF="83">
<SPEAKER>Math.</SPEAKER>
<L>Unhappily gues'd. I pray inquire no further.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>What mon&s;ter art thou?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Unworthy on thy face to bear mans en&s;ign.</L>
<L>Who has &s;ubborn'd thee? See tis <HI>Stratocles</HI> man.</L>
<STAGE>He un|beards him.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Die villane, die. And were thy ma|&s;ter in thee,</L>
<L>The thir&s;t of who&s;e ambition &s;ought our bloods;</L>
<L>His fle&s;h with thine &s;hould here become a prey</L>
<L>Unto the Ravens.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Math.</SPEAKER>
<L>O, be pitiful</L>
<L>And &s;pare my life, my Lords, and I'le reveal</L>
<L>Matters of weight and wonder; which, conceal'd,</L>
<L>Will yet co&s;t both your lives, and make the Prince&s;s,</L>
<L>If &s;he not an&s;wer my Lords fierce de&s;ires,</L>
<L>Subject to rape and murder.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>How can &s;he</L>
<L>So fall into his power.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>We &s;hall abu&s;e</L>
<L>The tru&s;t the Gods have put into our hands</L>
<L>If we neglect to execute ju&s;tice on thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Math</SPEAKER>
<L>Let me but warn ye of <HI>Eudina's</HI> danger,</L>
<L>Whereby her virgin Innocence may not &s;uffer,</L>
<L>And then inflict your furies on me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>That charms our ready hands and &s;teel. Speak quickly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Math.</SPEAKER>
<L>This very hour &s;he's to be &s;urpriz'd</L>
<L>By my Lord <HI>Stratocles,</HI> here, on <HI>Tempe</HI> plains,</L>
<L>Where &s;he is come to walk, &s;lenderly guarded</L>
<L>To take the air. He with a &s;trength will &s;ei&s;e her</L>
<L>And hurry her hence unto his Man&s;ion hou&s;e,</L>
<L>To yield to his de&s;ire, or death, if &s;uddenly</L>
<L>Prevention be not made.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis worth our care.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Math.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pre&s;erve me from his vengeance, and I'le bring you</L>
<L>Unto his enterprize.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>We mu&s;t not tru&s;t him,</L>
<L><PB N="144" REF="84">
He may have laid an Ambu&s;cado for us.</L>
<STAGE>Enter 6 <HI>Ru&s;t. with Weapons</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar</SPEAKER>
<L>See brother, &s;tand upon our guard.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Math.</SPEAKER>
<L>Help, help, aid me good people, help.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>What means the villan now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>What's the complaint?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>What is your grievance, &s;peak?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Math.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am a &s;ervant to Lord <HI>Stratocles</HI></L>
<L>Who has pre&s;erv'd your Countey and your lives.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>We are the more beholding to him; on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>'Twas more his gentlenes then our de&s;erving; on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Math.</SPEAKER>
<L>The&s;e two are his malignant enemies;</L>
<L>And finding that my Lord is in the&s;e parts</L>
<L>Together with the Prince&s;s, fair <HI>Eudina</HI></L>
<L>(Who has made him her choice) they lie in wait</L>
<L>To murder him, as they had me, had not</L>
<L>The Gods &s;ent you to re&s;cue me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>'Twas more their Gentlene&s;s, then your de|&s;erving, on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Math.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have no more to &s;ay, but that you take'em</L>
<L>On your allegiance to &s;afe cu&s;tody,</L>
<L>And let me pa&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Un'ch, That would be more</L>
<L>Our gentlene&s;s then your de&s;erving too. on, on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dear friends&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Good, interrupt us not we'll hear ye in order.</L>
<L>On you, Sir, ere you go; and come not back</L>
<L>For any thing un&s;poke you left behind.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Math.</SPEAKER>
<L>I thank you, Sir, I had like to ha'le&s;t my &s;word de&s;erving,</L>
<L>Behind, which they di&s;arm'd me of.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>That was their Gentlene&s;s more then your</L>
<L>(They having three &s;words, and you none to guard you)</L>
<L>They kill'd you not indeed, yet on again.</L>
<L>W<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">t further do you charge'em with.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Math.</SPEAKER>
<L>No more, nor you, le&s;s you detain me longer.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Now you grow bold, and &s;aucy I mu&s;t tell you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Now y'are a knave, a villane and a Traytor,</L>
<L>Le&s;t you no more behind you but a &s;word?</L>
<L><PB N="145" REF="84">
I &s;aw a &s;cabberd on your face of late,</L>
<L>A fal&s;e one: Seek it out.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>3. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>O here it is.</L>
<STAGE>Takes up the fal&s;e beard.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Put it him on again. On with it, on.</L>
<L>Re&s;i&s;t and we will hang thee. Now my Lords,</L>
<L>My Prince&s;s I may &s;ay: For one of you</L>
<L>Mu&s;t be our King. We know you though you know</L>
<L>Not us; you may perhaps hereafter know us</L>
<L>More by your Gentlene&s;s then our de&s;erving.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil. Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>O worthy Countrey men.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>We are the heads of <HI>Tempe;</HI> and the chief</L>
<L>Swain heads of <HI>The&s;&s;aly</HI> (the King has known us)</L>
<L>And here we came to lay our heads together</L>
<L>For good of common wealth. Here at the verge</L>
<L>Of this adjoyning Thicket is our Bower</L>
<L>Of con&s;ultation; and from thence (regardful</L>
<L>Ever with eye and ear for common good)</L>
<L>We &s;aw a beard pull'd off; and heard that mouth,</L>
<L>(Which now is dumb) open a plot, unlike</L>
<L>The pittiful compl<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">int he made to us.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>But &s;aw you not &s;ome pa&s;&s;ages before?</L>
<L>Of his attempt upon our lives?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Good Gods.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>No we came in but then. Tho&s;e are enough</L>
<L>To hang the man, and turn his Lord out of</L>
<L>Our Countrey favour: If we find he has</L>
<L>That plot upon the body of the Prince&s;s</L>
<L>Of Rape and Murder. He can be no King</L>
<L>For us: for, &s;irrah, we have wives and daughters.</L>
<STAGE>En. Stra. Eud. Soul.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Stand clo&s;e. See who comes here.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stra.</SPEAKER>
<L>So, now go back my friends. There's &s;ome reward.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sol.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thanks to the noble bounteous <HI>Stratocles.</HI></L>
<STAGE>gives a pur's</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Srat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lady your tears are bootle&s;s.</L>
<STAGE>Exit Souldiers</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Help ye Gods.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your cries as unavailable. The Gods</L>
<L>(To whom your friendly fooli&s;h lovers</L>
<L>Have &s;acrific'd each other) have given you up</L>
<L><PB N="146" REF="85">
To me the onely worthy of you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>No they are both &s;ublim'd into one &s;tar,</L>
<L>Yet of a double influence, that &s;hall</L>
<L>Strike death into thy purpo&s;es, and give</L>
<L>Me light by which t'a&s;cend with them to live</L>
<L>After my pre&s;ent death.</L>
<STAGE>She offers to kill her &s;elf with a knife, he holds her.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your ha&s;t to death &s;hall not prevent my lu&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>She mu&s;t outlive thy Lu&s;t and the fal&s;e Traytor</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ru&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hold, hold, di&s;arm, but kill him not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Wee'll keep him tame.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have ods o'me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am in heaven already.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Live wonder of the heavens, a &s;tar on earth</L>
<L>Out &s;hining theirs.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>What a &s;hort journey 'tis</L>
<L>For heavenly minds to reach unto the Gods!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>B<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">tray'd!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>No not betray'd. Y'are but well meet my Lord,</L>
<L>But that's our Gentlen e&s;s more then your de&s;erving.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Am I become the &s;hame and &s;corn of pe&s;ants.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Or if you'l ha't betray'd, then blame your own</L>
<L>Overmuch policy and want of Bea&s;ts</L>
<L>To carry it to Market. We nere lay</L>
<L>More burthen on a A&s;&s;e, then he can bear</L>
<L>Here in the countrey: what is done at court</L>
<L>We know not. Here perhaps is one can tell,</L>
<L>Know you this bearded <HI>Satyre?</HI></L>
<STAGE>Pull off Ma|thos beard.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Coward, &s;lave,</L>
<L>Thy faintne&s;s hath betray'd me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Math.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, 'twas ods,</L>
<L>Such as men meet that &s;ight again&s;t the Gods.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>The fellow has &s;ome Grace; he weeps: But come</L>
<L>Prince&s;s and Princes, what is now your plea&s;ure</L>
<L>We do unto the&s;e men?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>For me, I have learn'd</L>
<L><PB N="147" REF="85">
By mine own &s;ufferings in my afflictions</L>
<L>To be compa&s;&s;ionate. I wi&s;h their pardon.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>That mercy wounds me deeper with remor&s;e</L>
<L>Then all my lo&s;t de&s;igns, and their deri&s;ion</L>
<L>Have done with indignation.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>There is &s;ome hope the&s;e yet may prove new men.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lord <HI>Stratocles,</HI></L>
<L>Tho&s;e wounds that pierce the heart with true contrition</L>
<L>Do bring the precious balm in'em that cures it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>We wi&s;h yours may be &s;uch.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>And that this &s;hame</L>
<L>May guard you innocent of future blame.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Here's &s;weetne&s;s upon &s;weetne&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Now it remains, that we advi&s;e our &s;elves,</L>
<L>Brethren of <HI>Tempe,</HI> that &s;ince the&s;e delinquents</L>
<L>Are fallen into our hands, that we di&s;charge</L>
<L>Our Countrey loyalty with di&s;cretion,</L>
<L>And not relea&s;e him from our power, but by</L>
<L>The power above us. (that's the kings) wee'l wait</L>
<L>On you to court. On you for your new loves,</L>
<L>And you for old acquaintance.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le acquaint my father with your care,</L>
<L>He &s;hall be witne&s;s of our bringing in</L>
<L>The ambitious Politick trapt in his own gin.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT 4. SCENE 3.</HEAD>
<STAGE>King. Di&s;anius. Ju&s;tinius.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Bereft of all my joyes and hopes at once!</L>
<L>Is there no com<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ort, nor no coun&s;el left me?</L>
<L>Why &s;tand you gazing thus with &s;ealed lips?</L>
<L>Where is your coun&s;ell now, which you are wont</L>
<L>In trifling matters to pour out in plenty?</L>
<L>Now, in the peril of my life and &s;tate</L>
<L>I cannot get a word. Give me my daughter,</L>
<L><PB N="148" REF="86">
Or take my Kingdom too. Where is &s;he? Tell me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>All we can &s;ay or hear is, &s;he was taken</L>
<L>Out of her private walks by violent hands,</L>
<L>Onely we gue&s;&s;e the ma&s;ter of the plot</L>
<L>Was <HI>Stratocles,</HI> who now is mi&s;&s;ing in the Court.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>He ask'd my leave to leave the Court, and had it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Twas a fit glo&s;&s;e for his fowl treachery.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>But what ha' you &s;aid for her recovery.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>We have di&s;patch't a hundred &s;everal po&s;ts</L>
<L>To every coa&s;t and angle of your Kingdom:</L>
<L>No way of finding her is left un&s;ought.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Could we finde <HI>Stratocles,</HI> &s;he might be found.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>Stil upon him? Where's <HI>Philocles?</HI> where's <HI>Philargus?</HI></L>
<L>They are mi&s;&s;ing too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;&punc;</SPEAKER>
<L>Hell has not in't a thought</L>
<L>That can detract their honours.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet a Rumor</L>
<L>Is &s;pread about the Court; they are gone to fight.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Gain&s;t whom?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Again&s;t them&s;elves. Nay more, that they</L>
<L>Have fought, and both are &s;lain.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>You may as &s;oon</L>
<L>Believe the Artick and Antartick poles</L>
<L>Can meet it oppo&s;ition, amid&s;t</L>
<L>The firmament, and jointly in a fall</L>
<L>Extingui&s;h both their lights in <HI>Neptunes</HI> bo&s;om.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>Whence &s;prings this Rumor.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Stratocles</HI> is the head</L>
<L>We may be confident; and his men the pipes</L>
<L>That have di&s;pers't it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stil you judge <HI>Stratocles.</HI></L>
<STAGE>Ent. Thym. weeps.</STAGE>
<L>What purpo&s;e can he have in't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>O my &s;i&s;ter</L>
<L>Has heard the news too. Weep not tender &s;i&s;ter,</L>
<L>Your &s;ons are &s;afe.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes they are with the Gods.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>And, had they tane <HI>Eudina</HI> with them too,</L>
<L>My doubts and fears were over, well as yours.</L>
<STAGE>Ent. Garr. weeping</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here's one that makes a face, an ugly one,</L>
<L>And would weep too, had &s;he but moi&s;ture in her.</L>
<L>How now! Who&s;e Mare's dead, <HI>Garrula?</HI> Take thy bottle</L>
<L>And turn that into tears. Or do&s;t thou wring</L>
<L><PB N="149" REF="86">
Thy face becau&s;e that's dry? Gi'mee't, I'le fill it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>My &s;on, oh, oh my &s;on is at deaths door.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>And is death &s;o unkind to keep it &s;hut</L>
<L>Again&s;t him? Out upon him churle.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>My liege</L>
<L>And Madam (it &s;hall out) you might have &s;av'd</L>
<L>My &s;ons life in your &s;ervants love, who&s;e &s;corn</L>
<L>Will be his death, except the King divert it,</L>
<L>And I &s;hall tell him what you know I know&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>O me undone.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>And open &s;uch a &s;ecret</L>
<L>Unto his maje&s;ty&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet forbear me now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you &s;light me in the care of my &s;ons life?</L>
<L>Do you &s;corn my &s;ecret too, that may be worth</L>
<L>More then your kingdom to you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Away old fool.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now you &s;hall never know't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>For thy good wil</L>
<L>The king would thank thee, in offering at &s;ome mirth</L>
<L>To cool his grief, but that it is too hot</L>
<L>Yet to be touch'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Indeed you do not well</L>
<L>To move the King, or to perplex the Lady</L>
<L>Now in their &s;orrows fulne&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's their &s;orrow</L>
<L>To mine? My &s;ons a dying.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Her &s;ons are dead,</L>
<L>And the Kings daughter lo&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>But I pray, &s;ay,</L>
<L>Is my Lord <HI>Philocles</HI> and <HI>Philargus</HI> dead?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis &s;aid &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then I &s;ay my &s;on &s;hall live.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>And &s;o wilt thou while thou can&s;t lift thy bottle</L>
<L>To that old Mazer.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hem! A hem! a ha!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you rejoyce, and &s;hew the rotten half tooth</L>
<L>You have left that they are dead.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>No I rejoyce</L>
<L>That the advancement that the giglet gap'd for</L>
<L>In one of their fine followers is lo&s;t,</L>
<L>In hope of which &s;he &s;corn'd my &s;on. But now</L>
<L>He &s;hall &s;corn her and live.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Out envious trot</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile comfort him with the newes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>away you Hag,</L>
<STAGE>Exit Gar.</STAGE>
<L>Here comes one merry look.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eup.</SPEAKER>
<L>Joy to the king.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Eupathus. Eupa.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well &s;aid, &s;peak up and home good</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="150" REF="87">
<SPEAKER>Eup.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your daughter's &s;afe return'd &s;o is your &s;on, Madam,</L>
<L>For which you are to thank the Gods: This is</L>
<L>Their true relation.</L>
<STAGE>He gives the King a paper.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Where is <HI>Stratocles?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eup.</SPEAKER>
<L>Caught in the &s;nares of his foul treachery.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Bravely and hone&s;tly &s;poken <HI>Eupathus.</HI></L>
<STAGE>He reads to Thym. a&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eup.</SPEAKER>
<L>And by their hands who&s;e voices he had once</L>
<L>For his election.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>What his country heads?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eup.</SPEAKER>
<L>They all turn head upon him now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Brave heads</L>
<L>Ob&s;erve my judgement now, my king: Tho&s;e heads</L>
<L>I will &s;o &s;ou&s;e in our be&s;t Greeki&s;h Wines,</L>
<L>That they &s;hall be &s;uch heads! O heads, heads, heads!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>I do approve your judgment good <HI>Di&s;anius,</HI></L>
<L>But wi&s;h you not in&s;ult ore mans dejection.</L>
<L>We find that <HI>Stracocles</HI> is much Penetent</L>
<L>And troubled at his tre&s;pa&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>A halter &s;till him</L>
<L>For an ambitious hypocritical Traytor.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>The time for my <HI>Eudina's</HI> match draws near,</L>
<L>And I no longer will attend on fortune,</L>
<L>I have decreed it pa&s;t recal, regardle&s;s</L>
<L>Whether again&s;t the oracle, or with it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet am I con&s;ident in your a&s;&s;ertion</L>
<L>You prie&s;ts of <HI>Delphos.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hee'l be&s;tow her yet</L>
<L>On <HI>Stratocles,</HI> if &s;he &s;tand longer doubtful</L>
<L>In a fair choi&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eup.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fear not my Lord. That doubt</L>
<L>Your Countrey heads will clear. He has lo&s;t them</L>
<L>For ever.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>O brave heads! I will &s;o ring</L>
<L>Their ears with jewels of prai&s;es and preferment</L>
<L>That they &s;hall glare like direful comets at him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>One &s;he &s;hall chu&s;e of them: If not, I'le put</L>
<L>A third upon her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>With your pardon Sir,</L>
<L>Why are you (for I find it is &s;o) &s;tronger</L>
<L>For <HI>Philocles?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>No rea&s;on urges me;</L>
<L>And yet I find an inclination in me</L>
<L>That pleads for him. I can perceive you too,</L>
<L>Are partial towards <HI>Philargus.</HI> Can you yield</L>
<L><PB N="151" REF="87">
A rea&s;on for't?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, Sir, he is my elde&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Alas, But not an hour. Well, I'le remit</L>
<L>My power propounding, and accept</L>
<L>Her choice of either, made within the time.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>I, there my hopes do anchor; el&s;e they were</L>
<L>Certain of Ship-wrack: yet the perillous waves</L>
<L>My ve&s;&s;el rides on &s;eems &s;o many graves.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<TRAILER>Explicit Actus Quartus.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="act">
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT 5. SCENE 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Philocles. Philargus.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Brother, and friend, I'm deaf to all de&s;wa&s;ion.</L>
<L>I charge you by <HI>Eudina's</HI> love, our friend&s;hip,</L>
<L>And (if there be) ought that you hold more &s;acred,</L>
<L>Move not to alter my fix'd re&s;olution.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>That re&s;olution's mine; And I conjure you</L>
<L>By the &s;elf-&s;ame re&s;pects, and all that are</L>
<L>Or may be hollowed, to let me depart.</L>
<L>I will remove but for &s;ome few daies journey</L>
<L>Whence you &s;hall duly hear from me. But rather</L>
<L>I'le travail to th' <HI>Antipodes,</HI> then here</L>
<L>Linger the vain impediment of your joyes</L>
<L>In your <HI>Eudina.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Travel's my de&s;ign.</L>
<L><HI>Eudina</HI> mu&s;t be yours. She is a bli&s;s</L>
<L>Which heaven created for you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Can a bli&s;s</L>
<L>Be purchas'd with your ab&s;ence? No: 'Twil torture</L>
<L>Equally in fruition as in want.</L>
<L>Were it a Kingdom onely, we could part it</L>
<L>Without the quarrel of the <HI>Thebean</HI> brothers;</L>
<L>Or, were it heaven it &s;elf, <HI>Ca&s;tor</HI> and <HI>Pollux</HI></L>
<L>Should have our imitation. But <HI>Eudina</HI></L>
<L>Is onely indivi&s;ible.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="152" REF="88">
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Add to it this,</L>
<L>Their &s;entence is erroneous, that deny</L>
<L>Partition to the &s;oul: For ours do witne&s;s,</L>
<L>Friend&s;hip can give her a divi&s;ion,</L>
<L>And make reciprocal community</L>
<L>Of all her faculties. But &s;till <HI>Eudyna</HI></L>
<L>Is indivi&s;ible. Why name I her,</L>
<L>Whom to forget mu&s;t be my onely ta&s;que?</L>
<L>Brother adieu.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis I that mu&s;t take leave.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Di&s;an.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is it even &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I fear we are prevented.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nephews, why left you &s;o the pre&s;ence? I</L>
<L>May ju&s;tly fear you were ill advis'd in it.</L>
<L>The King expects your quick return, and will not</L>
<L>Let pa&s;s this peremptory day, &s;et down</L>
<L>For matching of his daughter; to pre&s;erve</L>
<L>Life, State, or Kingdom. Have you a purpo&s;e,</L>
<L>Fir&s;t having beg'd that villain <HI>Stratocles</HI> pardon,</L>
<L>To give him up your intere&s;t in the Prince&s;s?</L>
<L>The Kingdom too, to boot? will you compel</L>
<L>The King to give him all?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not &s;o good Uncle.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>What do you le&s;s in flying from the pre&s;ence,</L>
<L>When that affair is now in agitation?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Uncle, you &s;aw withal the great de&s;traction</L>
<L>We left the Prince&s;s in. How when &s;he look'd</L>
<L>Upon <HI>Philargus,</HI> &s;he inclin'd to him;</L>
<L>And when on me to me; when on us both</L>
<L>How exta&s;ied &s;he fell!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>A &s;trong nece&s;&s;ity</L>
<L>There is that one of us ab&s;ent.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Therefore</L>
<L>You both flie off to travel &s;everal wayes!</L>
<L>Come, let me tell you your courte&s;ie is fooli&s;h,</L>
<L>And you unworthy to have &s;uch a fortune</L>
<L>Hang like a pregnant cloud over your heads</L>
<L>Ready to be di&s;&s;olv'd in &s;howres upon you,</L>
<L>While your own madne&s;s conjures up a wind</L>
<L><PB N="153" REF="88">
To blow't away.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Uncle, you are unju&s;t,</L>
<L>I would remove to let that golden &s;howre</L>
<L>Light upon <HI>Philocles.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I upon <HI>Philargus.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>I could even &s;wadle'em both for a brace of Babyes.</L>
<L>Your folly makes me mad: will you return</L>
<L>Yet to the pre&s;ence, both of you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Uncle, you know</L>
<L>To be both there, is neither to be there,</L>
<L>But to breed more perplexity in <HI>Eudyna.</HI></L>
<L>Pray take <HI>Philargus.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nephew, come, be wi&s;e:</L>
<L>It is a crown that Courts you; and the name</L>
<L>Of friend, or Brother ought to &s;tand aloof,</L>
<L>And know a di&s;tance, where &s;uch dignity</L>
<L>Is tendred. Take your opportunity,</L>
<L>I find you coming, come.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philarg.</SPEAKER>
<L>I pray take <HI>Philocles.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le take him for the wi&s;er man then. Nephew,</L>
<L>Come, and embrace your fortune, and forget not</L>
<L>To thank the Gods your Brother has no more wit.</L>
<L>A Kingdom and a beauteous bed&punc;fellow</L>
<L>(There Nephew, there!) Do not tho&s;e bare a &s;ound</L>
<L>'Bove friend and Brother, ha?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>not in mine ears.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>What fro&s;t has ceiz'd their blood, &amp; brains, which neither</L>
<L>Beauty nor dignity can thaw? Go travel.</L>
<L>What &s;tay you for? young Gentlemen &s;ometimes</L>
<L>Wait for a gale of gold to blow'em out</L>
<L>O'th'harbour; <HI>Stratocles</HI> will furni&s;h you,</L>
<L>And thank you more then for his forfeit life.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Stratocles</HI> can gain nothing by my ab&s;cence,</L>
<L>While her <HI>Philargus</HI> &s;tayes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philarg.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, nor by mine,</L>
<L>While <HI>Philocles</HI> remains.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;</SPEAKER>
<L>Shall I make a motion,</L>
<L>Will one of you remain?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Both.</SPEAKER>
<L>One mu&s;t and &s;hall.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then yield to take your lots for't. (I will make'em)</L>
<L>As you re&s;pect my love; your mothers life;</L>
<L>The kingdoms good; <HI>Eudynas</HI> love and life,</L>
<L>Let it be &s;o. Pau&s;e not upon't, but do't.</L>
<L><PB N="154" REF="89">
See, here's ink and paper. I am in&s;pir'd,</L>
<L><HI>Apollo,</HI> with thy wi&s;dom. Love.&mdash;and friend&s;hip.</L>
<L>See, here's a pa&s;s for one, and a plantation</L>
<STAGE>He writes two lots.</STAGE>
<L>For tother. Love and friend&s;hip Gentlemen.</L>
<L>Love &s;hall abide at home, and friend&s;hip walk,</L>
<L>According to the cu&s;tom of the world.</L>
<L>Let it be &s;o. &punc;Come &s;tudy not, but draw,</L>
<L>I'le draw upon ye both el&s;e.</L>
<STAGE>They drew the lots.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Friend&s;hip for me then.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>See here I have it brother. And yours is love.</L>
<L>My love be pro&s;perous to you. My hor&s;e, my hor&s;e.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Varillus</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>All's ready, Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>In the fir&s;t place then bring</L>
<L>A parting cup, that by the grapes <HI>Elizar</HI></L>
<L>As <HI>Jove</HI> by <HI>Acheron,</HI> I may prote&s;t</L>
<L>My con&s;tancy and zeal unto my purpo&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>And now's my time to act thy purpo&s;e, <HI>Doris.</HI></L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Kick not your heels again&s;t the Gods, <HI>Philargus,</HI></L>
<L>It is mo&s;t evidently their decree</L>
<L>That you abide and <HI>Philocles</HI> remove.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I do obey my Lot. And noble&s;t brother.</L>
<L>Be you as free in love, as I from envy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>But how can you forgo that equal intere&s;t</L>
<L>You have with me in <HI>The&s;&s;aly,</HI> and <HI>Eudina?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;s.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why &s;hould that trouble you? you &s;ee he does</L>
<L>Forgo't; and is a going. Would he were gone once.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Can love allow't?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Variety of objects</L>
<L>Like Nails abandon one a nother. So</L>
<L>May I, by novelties of Travail, lo&s;e</L>
<L>The thought of Love; and chearfully return</L>
<L>Both hers and yours in a more ju&s;t relation.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Varil|lus with a bowl of wine.</STAGE>
<L>Give me the bowl. Now brother to that love</L>
<L>You owe the fair <HI>Eudina,</HI> unto which</L>
<L>I give th'addition of mine own, and all</L>
<L><PB N="155" REF="89">
The joves that ere I wi&s;h'd my &s;elf and her,</L>
<L>And to that friend&s;hip, which nor Time, nor ab&s;ence</L>
<L>Shall ever end or alter.</L>
<STAGE>He drinks and gives Varillus the bowl.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now the &s;ervice that may redeem my faults</L>
<L>Is to be done.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Give it me full, <HI>Varillus.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le give you more then you expect by this.</L>
<STAGE>He puts in a pou|der.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have the victory in friend&s;hip, brother,</L>
<L>Who, by your re&s;olute ab&s;ence will inforce</L>
<L>And drive me to a happine&s;s; wherein</L>
<L>I mu&s;t not cea&s;e, in all the &s;trength of prayers</L>
<L>Of &s;acrifice, and vowes; in all my goods</L>
<L>Of fortune, mind and body to be yours:</L>
<L>Which that you may return to repo&s;&s;e&s;s</L>
<L>With the more &s;peed, this health to au&s;picate</L>
<L>And expedite your travails.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>They are done</L>
<L>Already if my Pothecaries skill fail not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>With this embrace my brother, and my la&s;t</L>
<L>Of pre&s;ent ceremony, I now wi&s;h you</L>
<L>In th'arms of your <HI>Eudina&mdash;</HI></L>
<L>And may my better part of &s;oul, which now</L>
<L>I leave in tru&s;t with you, by you be breath'd</L>
<L>Into her brea&s;t; that &s;he may lively find</L>
<L>She has my love in yours; and that in you</L>
<L>She has us both.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>So, &s;o, enough. Ha'ye done yet?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>How is it with you brother?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philarg.</SPEAKER>
<L>As it is</L>
<L>With &s;ouls that leave the world in peace.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>For &s;hame</L>
<L>Leave womani&s;h ceremony. Will you part</L>
<L>Before it be too late?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Too &s;oon I fear.</L>
<L><HI>Philargus!</HI> Brother! Friend! Ye Gods, how comes this?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>What is he dead? I &s;ee then how it comes.</L>
<L>You or your man, or both ha'poy&s;on'd him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, 'twas my &s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou wilt not go out o'th'world</L>
<L>With a lie i'thy mouth? Speak yet again,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="156" REF="90">
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>He has &s;aid well for me already,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Gone, pa&s;t recovery, but he &s;hall not pa&s;s</L>
<L>Without my company.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wilt thou die mad too?</L>
<STAGE>He offers to kill him&s;elf. Di&s;. &s;natch|eth his &s;word away.</STAGE>
<L>Come, Sir, let go your whiblin. He has yet</L>
<L>Some breath. Run for Phy&s;itians&mdash;No, Sir, &s;tay.</L>
<L>I will not quit you &s;o. I can read guilty lines</L>
<L>Palpably on this villans vi&s;nomy.</L>
<L>Is there no more i'th'hou&s;e? &s;ome help here! ho!</L>
<L>Nephew forbear. As you will have me think</L>
<STAGE>Philocles of|fers again to kill him|&s;elf.</STAGE>
<L>You guiltle&s;s of your brothers blood, forbear.</L>
<L>How am I tortur'd! Ho! <HI>Philargus;</HI> rub him,</L>
<L>Rub him, he may live yet.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>O that the world</L>
<L>Might be &s;o happy!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>So, well &s;aid: A box</L>
<L>Or two in kindne&s;s will not do ami&s;s.</L>
<L>Stir not you &s;irrah. O, Sir, you lay hold</L>
<STAGE>Enter Ter&s;ulus.</STAGE>
<L>On that &s;ame traytor.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le not &s;tir my Lord.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le hold you to your word, Sir, run, Sir, you</L>
<L>And fetch Phy&s;itians.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>O my Lord, fallen dead!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay but to look upon him, and I'le &s;wear</L>
<L>Thou art his murderer. Fetch the Kings Phy&s;itians,</L>
<STAGE>Exit Ter&s;ulus</STAGE>
<L>If not to cure him; yet to rip the cau&s;e</L>
<L>Out of his &s;odain death. I gue&s;s they'l finde</L>
<L>Your handy-work in's maw.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>You heard him &s;ay</L>
<L>It was him&s;elf that did it. I am clear'd.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Eupathus.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eup.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, the King, impatient of your &s;tay,</L>
<L>Has &s;ent <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>What has he &s;ent. Has he &s;ent means</L>
<L>To call this man from death, or that from falling</L>
<L>After him into th'grave?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eup.</SPEAKER>
<L>O heavy &s;pectacle!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>But, come I will not cry tho'. Pray a&s;&s;i&s;t me,</L>
<L>In with this body, Charity commands</L>
<L><PB N="157" REF="90">
When griev'd nece&s;&s;ity intreats your hands.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT 5. SCENE 2.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Geron. The four Ru&s;ticks.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>My <HI>Ru&s;tici amici,</HI> your Councel and</L>
<L>Your vertue have re&s;tor'd me. And tis true</L>
<L>As <HI>Wholom</HI> &s;aid the good <HI>Anti&s;thenes</HI></L>
<L>Vertue is armour 'gain&s;t the very fates.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>We told you for your good, good Mr. <HI>Geron,</HI></L>
<L>Fond love became you not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>It &s;at upon your coat like burs or bryars</L>
<L>Stuck in the hindlocks of our fleecy &s;heep;</L>
<L>Who &s;hake their heads; figgle, and writh their tayls,</L>
<L>And bleat for woe; &s;prinkle the ground behind'em</L>
<L>Sometimes I wi&s;&s;e: Twould make one laugh and pitty'em</L>
<L>And all at once, but all remedile&s;s.</L>
<L>Til we with helping wit and hands relea&s;e'em</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>A wi&s;e man then in love is like a &s;heep</L>
<L>l'th' bryars. As <HI>Whilome</HI> &s;aid</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>3. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>But (by the way)</L>
<L>What was that <HI>Whilome,</HI> Sir, you &s;peak much of him,</L>
<L>But what was he pray.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>An ancient <HI>Britain,</HI> whom I have affected</L>
<L>As idly as my love. But I'le forget it</L>
<L>And u&s;e that word no more. The clowns have found me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>4. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>But will you now proceed upon your plot</L>
<L>For th'honour of <HI>Tempe</HI> plains, and <HI>Tempe</HI> &s;wains.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>You can all dance.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>After our countrey gui&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>3. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Like &s;o many light hor&s;es.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>So can our wives</L>
<L>Who have follow'd us up to Court we thank'em</L>
<L><PB N="158" REF="91">
Pray <HI>Juno</HI> we get them hone&s;tly home again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>There is no doubt. However fear you nothing</L>
<L>As why&mdash;Tis hard to leave off an old cu&s;tom.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>The why was out, but lome &s;tuck in your teeth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis well it did &s;o. You can dance you &s;ay.</L>
<L>A dance I have projected for the Prince&s;s</L>
<L>Who ever marries her it &s;hall &s;erve. As why&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Again 'twas eene a comming.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are as quick as why&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>And there again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Ru&s;.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Nay we are heads, I tell you Ma&s;ter <HI>Geron,</HI></L>
<L>And &s;hould have wit; and &s;hew't we can i' th'countrey,</L>
<L>In the head vein, though hear at Court, like courtiers</L>
<L>We'll &s;hew it in our heels. Pray therefore on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>On, let us then to practi&s;e. King and court</L>
<L>Shall &s;ee, to crown their joyes, &s;ome countrey &s;port.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>ACT 5. SCENE 3.</HEAD>
<STAGE>King. Ju&s;tinus. Eudina. Thymele. Attendants.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>No an&s;wer, no return? Mu&s;t I intreat,</L>
<L>Yet have my unde&s;erved favours &s;lighted?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet, Sir, your Kingly patience.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stupid folly</L>
<L>'Twere longer to attend. My vow is pa&s;t</L>
<L>And regi&s;ter'd in heaven; the minute is</L>
<L>Athand, that calls down thonder on me, which</L>
<L>No tear, or prayers can mollifie or aver'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">,</L>
<L>If I upon &s;o long deliheration</L>
<L>Shall fal&s;ifie. So, call in <HI>Stratocles.</HI></L>
<STAGE>Exit. Attendants.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>O my dread father. Yet one hours patience</L>
<L>Till <HI>Eupathus</HI> or <HI>Di&s;anius</HI> return.</L>
<L>One &s;hort, &s;hort hour: I may not live &s;o long.</L>
<L>His wife you nam'd; though you may force me take him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="159" REF="91">
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le leave that to the Gods.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>They will forgive. Give them your imitation</L>
<L>In mercy, as in power on earth. I know <HI>Di&s;anius</HI></L>
<L>Went not in vain to call'em to your pre&s;ence.</L>
<L>And him that he brings fir&s;t into this room</L>
<L>O <HI>Philocles</HI> or <HI>Philargus</HI> I will take,</L>
<L>Though he precede the other but one foot,</L>
<L>I have it by in&s;piration from the Gods.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>You are full of dreams.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thym.</SPEAKER>
<L>This cannot, Sir, be long</L>
<L>In tryal. <HI>King</HI> Yet I am not bound to wait</L>
<L>On tho&s;e ingrateful men. O <HI>Stratocles,</HI></L>
<STAGE>Enter Strato.</STAGE>
<L>You have from your late Errors, which your then</L>
<L>Head-&s;trong ambition hurried and ca&s;t you in</L>
<L>With that humility purg'd your &s;elf, that I</L>
<L>Conceive you now a temperate Man; and am</L>
<L>In&s;tructed by the clemency of the Gods</L>
<L>To cheri&s;h and reward your vertue. Therefore</L>
<L>From their divine appointment, as my hands&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>(O mighty, Sir&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>Dare not to di&s;obey me)</L>
<L>Receive <HI>Eudina.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Royal King and Ma&s;ter,</L>
<L>Mi&s;take not &s;o the plea&s;ure of the Gods.</L>
<L>My forfeit life you have forgiven me:</L>
<L>Your Kingly power and grace might do it. You</L>
<L>Have given it freely: but I took't with caution,</L>
<L>By future &s;ervice to make good your gift:</L>
<L>But for my forfeit love to fair <HI>Eudina,</HI></L>
<L>And my lo&s;t honor to the twin-born brothers,</L>
<L>There can be no redemption, if I add</L>
<L>By acceptation of your bounteous offer</L>
<L>A &s;econd tre&s;pa&s;s, greater then the former.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you refu&s;e her then.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>In hope &s;hee'l plead</L>
<L>My pardon to your grace.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Gods have wrought</L>
<L>Effectually for me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>Strangely, unexpected</L>
<L>Are you become a &s;uppliant <HI>Placilla?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="160" REF="92">
<SPEAKER>Pla.</SPEAKER>
<L>In the behalf, Sir, of your loyal &s;ubjects,</L>
<STAGE>Ent. Pla. with a pe|tition.</STAGE>
<L>The Swains of <HI>Tempe.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>I expected, rather,</L>
<L>News from your unkind brothers. See <HI>Ju&s;tinius,</HI></L>
<L>The Commons, rather then I &s;hall be&s;tow</L>
<STAGE>kneels.</STAGE>
<L>My daughter upon <HI>Stratocles,</HI> do be&s;eech me</L>
<L>To take a further time.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Y'are happy, Sir,</L>
<L>In his refu&s;al and in their reque&s;t.</L>
<L>They are fair predictions of en&s;uing joyes</L>
<L>To you, your daughter, and the Kingdom, If</L>
<L>I may be worthy to divine &s;o much.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>How ere thy divination proves, thy wi&s;h</L>
<L>Is worth our thanks. And we may have</L>
<STAGE>Enter Eupathus</STAGE>
<L>Glad tidings pre&s;ently. Now <HI>Eupathus</HI></L>
<L>Where is <HI>Di&s;anius, Philocles,</HI> and <HI>Philargus?</HI></L>
<L>Why come they not?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eup.</SPEAKER>
<L>They are all at hand my liege.</L>
<L>This paper may excu&s;e their &s;tay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>O do</L>
<STAGE>The K<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">reads the paper.</STAGE>
<L>They plead excu&s;e then?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thym.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am full of fears.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>And I of &s;odain joy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Plac.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray all be well.</L>
<L>The King has &s;truck his brea&s;t, and &s;eems perplext.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Justinius, Stratocles,</HI> read here this Paper.</L>
<L>Go <HI>Eupathus,</HI> and let them enter. Stay.</L>
<L>Yet go, bring them in their pre&s;cribed manner.</L>
<L>I'le &s;end the woman off, who&s;e &s;odain grief</L>
<L>May be a bar to our proceedings. Madam&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>I fear that <HI>Garrula</HI> has detected me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>I mu&s;t intreat a while your ab&s;ence, Lady.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>May I pre&s;ume to ask your rea&s;on, Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>My will has been above your que&s;tion. Pray,</L>
<L>Let me reque&s;t you go.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know obedience.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>And go <HI>Placilla,</HI> &s;end old <HI>Garrula</HI> to me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now tis mo&s;t evident. O mighty, Sir,</L>
<L>Conceive not wor&s;e of me then <HI>Garrula.</HI></L>
<L>Let us appear together.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>What means this?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>You may be pleas'd to hear me fir&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray pull not</L>
<L>More weight upon your brea&s;t then you can bear,</L>
<L><PB N="161" REF="92">
By your impertinent &s;tay. Go I command you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mu&s;t obey. However tis too late</L>
<L>To change the re&s;olution of my fate.</L>
<STAGE>Exit. Thym. Pla.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>I have not known her thus. I fear de&s;traction</L>
<L>Fore-runs the voice of grief, as to prevent it.</L>
<L>Heaven knowes I call'd for <HI>Garrula,</HI> but to &s;end her</L>
<L>With be&s;t directions to prepare and arm</L>
<L>Her tender &s;oul again&s;t the &s;ting of &s;orrow</L>
<L>Before it &s;hould approach her. But <HI>Eudina</HI></L>
<L>You mu&s;t be valliant; and not let the &s;ight</L>
<L>Of death in others &s;hake your confidence.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>How means your maje&s;ty?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>Suppo&s;e that both</L>
<L>Your fatal lovers, <HI>Philocles</HI> and <HI>Philargus</HI></L>
<L>Slept in the caves of death.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;hould not live then;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>Suppo&s;e his de&s;teny had cut off one,</L>
<L>And, in him, all the impediments, that cro&s;t</L>
<L>You in th' enjoying of the other, &s;ay</L>
<L>Which could you wi&s;h &s;urviver? But you have</L>
<L>Declar'd your con&s;tant purpo&s;e to po&s;&s;e&s;s</L>
<L>The fir&s;t <HI>Di&s;anius</HI> brings into this pre&s;ence.</L>
<L>Come; one is dead. There is a &s;trict nece&s;&s;ity</L>
<L>You know it. Now collect your Rea&s;on: For 'tis not</L>
<L>Your pa&s;&s;ion for the dead; nor your di&s;like</L>
<L>Of <HI>Stratocles;</HI> no though my &s;ubjects yeeld you</L>
<L>A longer time, &s;hall make me tempt the Gods</L>
<STAGE>Recorders. Ent. Di&s;anius be|fore a her&s;e. Phi|locles after. Varil|lus manacled and led by Ter&s;u<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">us. Euputhus &s;upports Philocles, as ready to &s;ink with grief.</STAGE>
<L>By breaking of my vow. Be &s;tedfa&s;t then,</L>
<L>As you re&s;pect a father; and take courage.</L>
<L>See <HI>Philocles</HI> lives.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Philargus</HI> then</L>
<L>Is brought in dead be<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ore him by <HI>Di&s;anius;</HI></L>
<L>And unto him the fir&s;t to be brought in</L>
<L>My faith was vow'd; and he is now my choice.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>What being dead? Could you affect'em &s;o</L>
<L>Equally, both alive, that you forbore</L>
<L>To chu&s;e, becau&s;e you could not have'em both;</L>
<L><PB N="162" REF="93">
And now &s;eek onely him cannot be had?</L>
<STAGE>The her&s;e &s;et down. <HI>Eudinae</HI> kneels to it. <HI>Philo.</HI> kneels</STAGE>
<L>What Love, what madne&s;s call you this? good Gods,</L>
<L>Throw not your wrath upon me in de&s;truction on the other</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor let your pa&s;&s;ion Ma&s;ter you great, &s;ir, &s;ide,</L>
<L>As &s;odain grief does her. But give a little</L>
<L>Scope to her &s;orrow. Shee will &s;oon return</L>
<L>And meet her Rea&s;on in obedience</L>
<L>To your de&s;ires.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>I thank thee good <HI>Ju&s;tinius.</HI></L>
<STAGE>A Song.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>During which</HI> Di&s;anius &amp;c. <HI>di&s;cour&s;e with the King.</HI> Di|&s;anius <HI>&s;eems to acquaint the King with the manner of</HI> Philargus <HI>death, pointing at</HI> Varillus. <HI>The King &s;eems much troubled; but at the end of the &s;ong, (as by the Kings appointment</HI> Di&s;anius <HI>rai&s;|eth</HI> Philocles, <HI>and</HI> Ju&s;tinius <HI>rai&s;eth</HI> Eudina, <HI>and bring them to the King while</HI> Eupathus <HI>with the At|tendants go forth with the her&s;e, the Recorders play|ing. which done,</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your virgin tears and vowes ore your lo&s;t love</L>
<L>I did attend with pardon, my <HI>Eudina,</HI></L>
<L>I<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> hope you are now compliant to my will.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Grieve not your father Madam.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>I ha'done;</L>
<L>And as the Gods direct him to command me,</L>
<L>I mu&s;t and will obey.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>So that's well &s;aid.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Gods have pleas'd <HI>Eudina</HI> to determine</L>
<L>Your doubtful choice, re&s;erving <HI>Philocles</HI></L>
<L>Unto your love without competitor:</L>
<L>Therefore it now remains that he be taken</L>
<L>Into your liking; whom I have decreed</L>
<L>My &s;ucce&s;&s;or.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>His merits are above</L>
<L>Me and this land; In which what intere&s;t</L>
<L>My birth hath given me I re&s;ign to him.</L>
<L>Onely let me be&s;eech a further re&s;pite.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="163" REF="93">
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>For what? the celebration? I con&s;ent;</L>
<L>But for the contract, this imediate hour</L>
<L>Shall &s;ee it knit beyond all di&s;&s;olution.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>I that I thir&s;t to &s;ee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Give me your hands.</L>
<STAGE>Eudina gives her hand.</STAGE>
<L>Yours <HI>Philocles.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why give you not your hand,</L>
<L>Dare you not tru&s;t the King with't? &s;hould he now</L>
<L>Shew a jades trick and flie back.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I be&s;eech</L>
<L>Under your highne&s;s Pardon, yet, a re&s;pite.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>More re&s;pits yet? Was ever hopeful match</L>
<L>Driven &s;o round about?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why this delay?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>My brothers blood cries in me for your ju&s;tice</L>
<L>Which mu&s;t be executed on his murderer</L>
<L>Before I &s;afely can, or dare po&s;&s;e&s;s</L>
<L>His intere&s;t in the faith of fair <HI>Eudina.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>O, is that all? that may be &s;oon di&s;patch'd.</L>
<L>Come forwards Poy&s;oner. Good your Maje&s;ty,</L>
<L>For expedition, make me his judge,</L>
<L>And hangman too (I care not) rather then</L>
<L>Suffer this match hang o'the tenters thus.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>Has he confes'd the fact?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, yes to me.</L>
<L>I beat it out of him. Quickly good King.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>Your patience good <HI>Di&s;anius</HI> Sirrah &s;peak.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>It was my act. But may your mercy look</L>
<L>Upon my love in it unto my Lord.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Lord &s;hall be your j<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">dge then.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I ad|judge him</L>
<L>To &s;harp but lingring tortures (for his death</L>
<L>Alone can yeeld no &s;atisfaction)</L>
<L>Tortures that may draw in, by his confe&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>As acce&s;&s;aries with him, all the homicides</L>
<L>That are i'th' Kingdom.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>A hard matter that.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor can I think his onely brain and hands</L>
<L>Compos'd the poy&s;on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hang him, hee's a Barber,</L>
<L>And u&s;es <HI>Aqua fortis,</HI> oyl of Vitriol,</L>
<L>Mercury, and &s;uch like, to clean&s;e his Ra&s;ors.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="164" REF="94">
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis good that you <HI>Varillus</HI> clear your con&s;cience</L>
<L>And, if you had confederates in the fact,</L>
<L>Give up their names.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Varillus,</HI> I &s;u&s;pect</L>
<L><HI>Doris</HI> joyn'd hand with you in my Lords death.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's that you mutter?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ter.</SPEAKER>
<L>It &s;hall out my Lord;</L>
<L>The handmaid <HI>Doris</HI> put him on't; I know't</L>
<L>By what &s;he &s;aid to us both we being her lovers.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Taylor proves an hone&s;t man: becau&s;e</L>
<L>He cannot have the wench him&s;elf, he'll hang her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Var.</SPEAKER>
<L>Of her I had the poy&s;on, tis confe&s;t.</L>
<STAGE>Exit Ter&s;ulus</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>O that whore. <HI>King.</HI> Find her and drag her hither.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Thymele.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Where's my <HI>Philargus?</HI> Give me yet his body,</L>
<L>That with a mothers tears I may imbalm it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have heard the wo&s;ul newes then; but my &s;i&s;ter</L>
<L>Could grief recal <HI>Philargus,</HI> we would weep</L>
<L>A &s;econd deluge for his reparation;</L>
<L>Renew his breath by &s;ighing, and awake him,</L>
<L>With grones out of his Sepulchre.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Already</L>
<L>Have you inter'd him then? you made &s;trange ha&s;t.</L>
<L>Was it your &s;ubtlety to &s;end me hence,</L>
<L>Fearing my cries might have reviv'd him, king?</L>
<L>And &s;o again delay'd your daughters marriage?</L>
<L>I have enough to cro&s;s it yet <HI>Philargus</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's that?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>De&s;traction &s;ure.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>My fear fore&s;aw't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are deceiv'd, for from my depth of &s;o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">row,</L>
<L>Through this thick film o<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> tears, I can perceive</L>
<L>You are about to joyn the hands and faiths</L>
<L>Of <HI>Philocles</HI> and <HI>Eudina,</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is not that</L>
<L>Enough to dry your tears, and &s;hew, you that</L>
<L>The Gods were rather merciful in leaving</L>
<L>This &s;on, then rigorous in taking <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">other?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Or would you now, cau&s;e you have lo&s;t <HI>Philargus,</HI></L>
<L>Kill <HI>Philocles</HI> too by cro&s;&s;ing of this contract?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="165" REF="94">
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is the plea&s;ure of the Gods I cro&s;s it.</L>
<STAGE>Ent. Gar.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Of devils it is. What can &s;he mean? Go &s;leep.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>King by your leave.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>What &s;ayes old &s;uckbottle now?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay I am here before you <HI>Garrula,</HI></L>
<L>And now will tell the long hid &s;ecret for you.</L>
<L>And if I erre in it, di&s;prove me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tell't then.</L>
<L>My faltring tongue will fail me. I can hear tho'.</L>
<STAGE>Drink<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>This contract mu&s;t not be.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>You then mu&s;t yeeld</L>
<L>More rea&s;on then I find you have.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your &s;elf</L>
<L>Can never make it. You will &s;ooner joyn</L>
<L>The Wolfe and Lamb. Falcon and Dove together.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>No trifling I command you <HI>Thymele.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>If you be &s;erious, Mother, hold us not</L>
<L>In this &s;u&s;pence.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let not the royal blood</L>
<L>Of <HI>The&s;&s;aly</HI> be &s;tain'd with an ince&s;tuous match.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>How!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>She &s;ayes right. They are both your lawful chil|dren</L>
<L>By your own vertuous Queen now in<HI>&mdash;Eli&s;ium.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>What dreams are the&s;e of your di&s;temperd heads,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is no dream or fable. But unfain'd</L>
<STAGE>Sip.</STAGE>
<L>As truth it &s;elf: Which with your gracious leave</L>
<L>I &s;hall demon&s;trate, humbly craving pardon</L>
<L>For my &s;o long concealment, as I'le yeeld</L>
<L>Due rea&s;on for it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Freely &s;peak, you have it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>You may remember in your civil wars,</L>
<L>(Tho&s;e cruel warres, as I may ju&s;tly &s;tile' em)</L>
<L>In which my husband fell&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>O my brave brother!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>When open Rebels and dome&s;tick Traytors</L>
<L>Pur&s;u'd your Crown and life; your gracious Queen</L>
<L>To have been brought to bed; and was beleev'd</L>
<L>To have mi&s;carried by an abortive birth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>True: In her flight &s;he was con&s;train'd to take</L>
<L>A neighbouring cottage; and u&s;e the help</L>
<L>Of the Swains wife.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L>That &s;wain-e&s;s was my &s;elf,</L>
<L>Though my de&s;erts have glorified me &s;ince:</L>
<L>And by my help (and &s;omewhat of the Gods)</L>
<L><PB N="166" REF="95">
She then made you the Father of that Prince.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Take up thy bottle&mdash;Si&s;ter, &s;peak you on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Th'affrighted queen (yet wi&s;e in that extremity)</L>
<L>Su&s;pecting that the innocence of her babe</L>
<L>Born to a Kingdom, could not be &s;ecur'd</L>
<L>In tho&s;e combu&s;tions from apparent danger,</L>
<L>Sent him to me in private, then in travel</L>
<L>Of my <HI>Philargus&mdash;</HI>Charging me to fain</L>
<L>A &s;econd labour, with the Midwifes aid,</L>
<L>For <HI>Philocles:</HI> I did, and was reputed</L>
<L>Mother of both.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>I cannot think our Queen</L>
<L>Would keep us ignorant of &s;o good a Fortune.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mov'd her oft to tell you. But &s;he an&s;wer'd,</L>
<L>All is not &s;ound, There's danger, yet; And when</L>
<L>After <HI>Eudyna's</HI> birth &s;he felt her &s;elf</L>
<L>At point of death, &s;he &s;trictly did enjoyn</L>
<L>Me and this woman, onely con&s;cious with her,</L>
<L>By oath of which &s;he had prepar'd this copy</L>
<STAGE>A paper.</STAGE>
<L>In her own hand, to keep it &s;ilent, till</L>
<L><HI>Philocles</HI> &s;hould be able to &s;ecure</L>
<L>Him&s;elf from treachery; or that your terme</L>
<L>Of life expiring, or &s;ome accident</L>
<L>Of no le&s;&s;e con&s;equence requir'd detection.</L>
<L>For further proof&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kin.</SPEAKER>
<L>My joy forbids more que&s;tioning</L>
<L>Give me my <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">le&s;h and blood into my bo&s;ome.</L>
<L>Thrice happy Fathers if your Children were</L>
<L>Borne to you thus of perfect Age. But where</L>
<L>Is now a Match for my <HI>Eudina.</HI> I</L>
<L>Have here a &s;ucce&s;&s;or.</L>
<STAGE>A &s;hout within and crying <HI>Philargus, Philargus.</HI> &amp;c.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hah! Voyces i'th Ayre that cry <HI>Philargus?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eud.</SPEAKER>
<L>Voyces that do tell me, I mu&s;t follow him</L>
<L>Up to the heavens, and there be married to him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>De&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here's the She-Devil now.</L>
<STAGE>Ent. <HI>Tur&s;.</HI> with <HI>Dor.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="167" REF="95">
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>You need not pull me</L>
<L>For that mans love, I laid thy Lord to &s;leep:</L>
<L>Had I lov'd thee be&s;t, then his Lord had &s;lept.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>How does he &s;leep? &s;peak impudent baggage, how?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>How? With a powder, Sir, which my own father</L>
<L>A skilful pothecary prepar'd; who, if</L>
<L><HI>Philargus</HI> dye, &s;hall hang with us for Company.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your father?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, But now the perils pa&s;t.</L>
<L>See, if he &s;leep, tis walking.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Philargus Eupathus.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha! <HI>Philargus.</HI></L>
<L>Or but the &s;hade; the &s;pirit of my friend.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be not amaz'd, as at an apparition.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Doth my &s;on live? O then I have enough.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come hither. come hither you three. I will di&s;|charge</L>
<L>The &s;cene of you&punc; Thy love unto thy Lord</L>
<L>(Though &s;omewhat unadvi&s;edly imploy'd)</L>
<L>De&s;erves reward; Ile &s;ee it given thee,</L>
<L>Thy Lord and King &s;hall thank thee: take thy wench,</L>
<L>She has love in her wit, and wit in her anger.</L>
<L>I like the luck of things; that ill intents</L>
<L>Should bring forth good events. Thy faithfulne&s;s</L>
<L>To thy Lord too was happy. Go, I&punc;le &s;ee you</L>
<STAGE>Ext. Var. Ter Dor.</STAGE>
<L>All royally rewarded. How now <HI>Geron?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord I &s;ee here's joy towards, as why&mdash;</L>
<STAGE>Ent. Ger.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Slife, &s;tand not Whiloming now man:but be brief.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>Cry mercy. I had left it. But my Lord</L>
<L>To celebrate the flowing joyes in Court,</L>
<L>I and my Countrey heads have fram'd a Ma&s;que,</L>
<L>Rather an antick dance, rather a countrey toy,</L>
<L>Rather a Ru&s;tick round; rather a&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hoy day!</L>
<L>Thy Rather's wor&s;e then thy Whilom. Do&s;t know</L>
<L>What time o'day 'tis.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis a rural thing</L>
<L><PB N="168" REF="96">
To be pre&s;ented at the Prince&s;s wedding</L>
<L>And, if you think it meet, I will induce</L>
<L>The practi&s;e of it pre&s;ently. As why&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go fetch the heads and heels, I'le &s;tay the King,</L>
<L>To &s;ee and laugh at'em. That's grace enough.</L>
<STAGE>Exit Geron.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Philargus</HI> you have much to know; the which</L>
<L>We will <HI>Eudina</HI> tell you, now &s;hee's yours.</L>
<L>Receive her and our ble&s;&s;ing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Were I dead</L>
<L>(As I was thought to be) your name pronounc'd</L>
<L>Over my grave, beyond all Necromancy,</L>
<L>Would call fre&s;h blood into my veins again;</L>
<L>Strengthen my nerves, to break the Iron gates</L>
<L>Of death; and force my joyful &s;pirit from</L>
<L>Th' <HI>Eli&s;ian</HI> Paradi&s;e to live with you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;hall not be a loo&s;er <HI>Thymele:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Philocles</HI> &s;hall be yours, and in exchange</L>
<L><HI>Placilla</HI> mine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>To me my beauteous &s;pou&s;e</L>
<L>Thou art as <HI>Juno</HI> to her <HI>Jupiter,</HI></L>
<L>Si&s;ter and wife.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your highne&s;s may be pleas'd</L>
<L>Now at &s;o happy lea&s;ure to perpend</L>
<L>The Oracle; which truly hath effected</L>
<L>Each word of the prediction.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L>Who can repeat the an&s;wer, I ha'lo&s;t it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have it.</L>
<L>Contend not for the jewel, which</L>
<L>Ere long &s;hall both of you inrich.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Eudina</HI> does &s;o: me in a dear &s;i&s;ter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Me in a Peerle&s;s wife.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pur&s;ue your fortune: for 'tis &s;he</L>
<L>Shall make ye what you &s;eem to be.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philoc.</SPEAKER>
<L>She has done that too: For now indeed w'are brothers</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Apollo</HI> thou ha&s;t fill'd us all with joy,</L>
<L><PB N="169" REF="96">
But has our joy already fill'd our Court</L>
<STAGE>Loud Mu&s;ick is here.</STAGE>
<L>With Mu&s;ick?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Di&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Will your Maje&s;ty yet &s;it</L>
<L>And &s;ee the practi&s;e of a pre&s;entation,</L>
<L>Again&s;t the Marriages by your Swains of <HI>Tempe</HI></L>
<L>With thanks; and give it all the grace we may?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>From</HI> Tempe <HI>plains, the</HI> Tempe <HI>Swains</HI></L>
<STAGE>Enter Geron and the Swains and Nymphs for the dance.</STAGE>
<L><HI>With mirth aud Melody,</HI></L>
<L><HI>With Dance and Song do hither throng</HI></L>
<L><HI>To greet your Maje&s;tie.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gar.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>O there, look there, Madam my Son, and all</HI></L>
<L><HI>My old</HI> Temperian <HI>Neighbours.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ger.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>We cannot hope in all our &s;cope,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To gain much prai&s;e for skill,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But it &s;hall be enough, if ye</HI></L>
<L><HI>Accept of our good will.</HI></L>
<STAGE>The Dance.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>My thanks to all.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All</SPEAKER>
<L>Heaven ble&s;s your Maje&s;ty.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thanks to <HI>Apollo.</HI> Let his temple be</L>
<L>The place of our &s;olemnity. His Altars</L>
<L>Let them be laden with <HI>Arabian</HI> &s;pices;</L>
<L>Let his Prie&s;ts lead, in a devout proce&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>The horned Sacrifice, mantled with Ghirlonds</L>
<L>And we (our Temples crown'd with Laurel) follow</L>
<L>With Mu&s;ick, &s;ounding <HI>Hymen</HI> and <HI>Apollo.</HI></L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
<BACK>
<DIV1 TYPE="epilogue">
<PB REF="97">
<PB REF="97">
<HEAD>EPILOG&V;E.</HEAD>
<L>Tis not the Poets art, nor all that we</L>
<L>By life of Action can pre&s;ent unt'ye</L>
<L>Can ju&s;tly make us to pre&s;ume a Play</L>
<L>Is good till you approv't: which that you may</L>
<L>It cannot mi&s;-become us, &s;ince our gains</L>
<L>Come by your <HI>favour</HI> more then all our pains.</L>
<L>Thus to &s;ubmit us unto your commands</L>
<L>And humbly ask that <HI>favour</HI> at your <HI>hands.</HI></L>
</DIV1>
</BACK>
</TEXT>
<TEXT LANG="eng">
<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="98">
<PB REF="98" MS="y">
<P>THE WEEDING OF THE COVENT-GARDEN.</P>
<P>Or the <HI>Middle&s;ex-J&V;STICE</HI> OF Peace.</P>
<P><HI>A Facetious COMEDY.</HI></P>
<P>A <HI>POSTHUME</HI> of RICHARD BROME, An Ingenious Servant, and Imitator of his Ma&s;ter, that famou&s;ly Renowned Poet <HI>Ben. John&s;on.</HI></P>
<Q><P><HI>Aut prode&s;&s;e &s;olent, aut delectare Poetae.<LB> Dramatis Per&s;onae.</HI></P></Q>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>Andrew Crook,</HI> and are to be &s;old at the <HI>Green Dragon</HI> in St. <HI>Pauls</HI> Church-yard: And <HI>Henry Broom</HI> at the <HI>Gun</HI> in <HI>Ivy-lane.</HI> 1658.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="99" MS="y">
<PB REF="99">
<HEAD><HI>Upon</HI> AGLA&V;RA <HI>printed in Folio.</HI></HEAD>
<L>Br this large Margent did the Poet mean</L>
<L>To have a Comment writ upon his Scene?</L>
<L>Or is it that the Ladies, who ne're look</L>
<L>On any but a Poeme or Play-book,</L>
<L>May, in each page, have &s;pace to &s;cribble down</L>
<L>When &s;uch a Lord, or Fa&s;hion comes to Town.</L>
<L>As Swaines in Almanacks account do keep,</L>
<L>When their Cow calv'd, and when they bought their &s;heep?</L>
<L>Ink is the life of Paper: 'tis meet then,</L>
<L>That this which &s;cap'd the Pre&s;s &s;hould feel the Pen.</L>
<L>A Room with one &s;ide furni&s;h'd, or a face</L>
<L>Painted half-way, is but a faire di&s;grace.</L>
<L>This great voluminous Pamphlet may be &s;aid</L>
<L>To be like one that hath more haire then head;</L>
<L>More excrement then body. Trees, which &s;prout</L>
<L>With broadest leaves, have &s;till the &s;mallest fruit.</L>
<L>When I &s;aw &s;o much white, I did begin</L>
<L>To think <HI>Aglaura</HI> either did lie in,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e took Pennance. Never did I &s;ee</L>
<L>(unle&s;&s;e in Bills da&s;ht In the Chancerie).</L>
<L>So little in &s;o much; as if the feet</L>
<L>Of Poetry, like Law, were &s;old by th'&s;heet.</L>
<L>If this new fa&s;hion &s;hould but la&s;t one yeare,</L>
<L>Poets, as Clerks, would make our paper dear.</L>
<L>Doth not the Arti&s;t erre, and blast his fame</L>
<L><PB REF="100">
That &s;ets out pictures le&s;&s;er then the frame?</L>
<L>Was ever Chamberlaine &s;o mad, to dare</L>
<L>To lodge a childe in the great Bed at <HI>Ware?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Aglaura</HI> wo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ld plea&s;e better, did &s;he lie</L>
<L>I'th' narrow bounds of an Epitomie.</L>
<L>Pieces that are weav'd of the finest twi&s;t,</L>
<L>(As Silk and Plu&s;h) have &s;till more &s;tuffe then li&s;t.</L>
<L>She, that in Per&s;ian habit made great brags,</L>
<L>Degenerates in this exce&s;&s;e of rags;</L>
<L>Who, by her Giant-bulk this only gaines,</L>
<L>Perchance in Libraries to hang in chaines.</L>
<L>Tis not in Book, as Cloth; we never &s;ay</L>
<L>Make <HI>London</HI>-mea&s;ure, when we buy a Play:</L>
<L>But rather have them pair'd: Tho&s;e leaves be faire</L>
<L>To the judicious, which more &s;potted are.</L>
<L>Give me the &s;ociable Pocket-books.</L>
<L>The&s;e empty <HI>Folio's</HI> only plea&s;e the Cooks.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>R. B.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="song">
<HEAD>A SONG.</HEAD>
<L>A Way with all grief and give us more &s;ack.</L>
<L>'Tis that which we love, let love have no lack.</L>
<L>Nor &s;orrow, nor care can cro&s;&s;e our delights,</L>
<L>Nor witches, nor goblins, nor Buttery &s;prights,</L>
<L>Tho' the candles burne dimme while we can do thus,</L>
<L>We'll &s;corn to flie them: but we'll make them flie us.</L>
<L>Old Sack, and old Songs, and a merry old crew</L>
<L>Will fright away Sprights, when the ground looks blew.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="prologue">
<PB REF="100">
<HEAD>A PROLOGUE.</HEAD>
<L>HE that could never boa&s;t, nor &s;eek the way,</L>
<L>To prepare friends to magnifie his Play,</L>
<L>Nor raile at's Auditory for unju&s;t,</L>
<L>If they not lik't it nor was &s;o mi&s;trust.</L>
<L>Ful ever in him&s;elf, that he be&s;ought</L>
<L>Preapprobation though they lik't it not.</L>
<L>Nor ever had the luck to have his name</L>
<L>Clap't up above this merit. Nor the &s;hame</L>
<L>To be cried down below it. He this night</L>
<L>Your faire and free Attention does invite.</L>
<L>Only he prays no prejudice be brought</L>
<L>By any that before-hand wi&s;h it nought.</L>
<L>And that ye all be plea&s;'d to heare and &s;ee,</L>
<L>With Candor &s;uiting his Integritie.</L>
<L>That for the Writer. Something we mu&s;t &s;ay,</L>
<L>Now in defence of us, and of the Play</L>
<L>We &s;hall pre&s;ent no Scandal or Abu&s;e,</L>
<L>To vertue or to honour. Nor traduce</L>
<L>Per&s;on of worth. Nor point at the di&s;grace</L>
<L>Of any one re&s;iding in the Place,</L>
<L>On which our Scene is laid, nor any Action &s;hew,</L>
<L>Of thing has there been done, for ought we know.</L>
<L><PB REF="101">
Though it be probable that &s;uch have been.</L>
<L>But if &s;ome vicious per&s;ons be brought in.</L>
<L>As no new Buildings, nor the &s;tronge&s;t hold</L>
<L>Can keep ou<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> Rats and Vermine bad and bold.</L>
<L>Let not the &s;ight of &s;uch be ill endur'd;</L>
<L>All &s;ores are &s;een and &s;earch't before th' are cur'd.</L>
<L>As Ruffian, Bawd, and the licentious crew,</L>
<L>Too apt to pe&s;ter Scituations new.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="prologue">
<HEAD>Another Prologue.</HEAD>
<L>'Tis not ami&s;&s;e ere we begin our Play,</L>
<L>T' intreat you, that you take the &s;ame &s;urveigh</L>
<L>Into your fancie, as our Poet took,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Covent-Garden,</HI> when he wrote his Book.</L>
<L>Some ten years &s;ince, when it was grown with weeds.</L>
<L>Not &s;et, as now it is, with Noble Seeds.</L>
<L>Which make the Garden glorious. And much</L>
<L>Our Poet craves and hopes you will not grutch</L>
<L>It him, that &s;ince &s;o happily his Pen</L>
<L>Foretold its faire emprovement, and that men</L>
<L>Of worth and honour &s;hould renown the place.</L>
<L>The Play may &s;till retain its former grace.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="101">
<HEAD><HI>To my LORD of</HI> Newca&s;tle, <HI>on his</HI> PLAY <HI>called</HI> THE VARIETY. <HI>He having commanded to give him my true o|pinion of it.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>My Lord,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<L>I Could not think the&s;e &s;even yeares, but that I</L>
<L>In part a Poet was, and &s;o might lie,</L>
<L>By the Poetick Licence. But I finde</L>
<L>Now I am none, and strictly am confin'd</L>
<L>To truth, if therefore I <HI>&s;ubpaena'd</HI> were</L>
<L>Before the Court of Chancerie to &s;wear.</L>
<L>Or if from thence I &s;hould be higher &s;ent,</L>
<L>And on my life unto a Parliament</L>
<L>Of wit and judgement, there to certifie</L>
<L>What I could &s;ay of your VARIETY:</L>
<L>I would depo&s;e each Scene appear'd to me</L>
<L>An Act of wit, each Act a Comedy,</L>
<L>And all was &s;uch, to all that under&s;tood,</L>
<L>As knowing <HI>John&s;on,</HI> &s;wore By God 'twas good.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>R. B.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<PB REF="102">
<HEAD>The Actors Names.</HEAD>
<LIST>
<ITEM><HI>Rooksbill,</HI> a great Builder in <HI>Covent-Garden.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Cro&s;&s;ewill,</HI> a Countrey Gentleman, Lodger in his Buildings.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Cockbrain,</HI> a Ju&s;tice of Peace, the Weeder of the Garden.</ITEM>
<ITEM><TABLE>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>Nicholas.</HI></CELL>
<CELL ROWS="4">Young Gentle|men.</CELL>
<CELL><HI>Rooksbills</HI> &s;on.</CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>Gabriel.</HI></CELL>
<CELL><HI>Cro&s;&s;ewills</HI> elder &s;on.</CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>Mihil.</HI></CELL>
<CELL><HI>Cro&s;&s;.</HI> younger &s;on.</CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>Anthony.</HI></CELL>
<CELL><HI>Cockbraines</HI> &s;on.</CELL>
</ROW>
</TABLE></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Mun Clotpoll,</HI> a fooli&s;h Gull.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Driblow,</HI> Captain of the Philoblathici.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Belt, Cro&s;&s;ewills</HI> Servant.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Ralph, Dorcas</HI> Servant.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>A Citizen.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>A Par&s;on.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>A Taylor.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>A Shoomaker.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>A Vintner.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>A Drawer.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Pig, Damaris</HI> Servant.</ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<HEAD>Women Actors.</HEAD>
<ITEM><HI>Lucie, Rooksbills</HI> daughter.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Katharine, Cro&s;&s;ewills</HI> daughter.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Dorcas,</HI> alias <HI>Damaris, Cro&s;wills</HI> Neece.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Margerie Howlet,</HI> a Bawd.</ITEM>
<ITEM><TABLE>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>Bettie.</HI></CELL>
<CELL ROWS="2">Two Punks.</CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>Franci&s;ca.</HI></CELL>
</ROW>
</TABLE></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>A Laundre&s;&s;e.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="play">
<PB N="1" REF="102">
<HEAD>THE COVENT-GARDEN Weeded.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT. I.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>SCENE I.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Cockbrayne, Rookes-bill.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>_I Marry Sir! This is &s;omething like! The&s;e appear like Buildings! Here's Architecture expre&s;t in|deed! It is a mo&s;t &s;ightly &s;citua|tion, and fit for Gentry and Nobility.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>When it is all fini&s;hed, doubtle&s;&s;e it will be hand&s;ome.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>It will be glorious: and yond magnificent Peece, the <HI>Piazzo,</HI> will excel that at <HI>Venice,</HI> by hear|&s;ay, (I ne're travell'd). A hearty ble&s;&s;ing on their braines, honours, and wealths, that are Projectors, Furtherers, and Performers of &s;uch great works. And now I come to you Mr. <HI>Rookesbill:</HI> I like your Rowe of hou&s;es mo&s;t incomparably. Your money never
<PB N="2" REF="103">
&s;hone &s;o on your Counting-boards, as in tho&s;e Stru|ctures.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have pil'd up a Lea&s;h of thou&s;and pounds in walls and windows there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>It will all come again with large en|crea&s;e.</P>
<P>And better is your money thus let out on red and white, then upon black and white, I &s;ay. You can|not think how I am taken with that Rowe! How even and &s;traight they are! And &s;o are all indeed. The Surveyor (what e're he was) has manife&s;ted him&s;elf the Ma&s;ter of his great Art. How he has wedded &s;trength to beauty; &s;tate to uniformity; commodi|ou&s;ne&s;&s;e with per&s;picuity! All, all as't &s;hould be!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>If all were as well tenanted and inhabited by worthy per&s;ons.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Phew; that will follow. What new Planta|tion was ever peopled with the better &s;ort at fir&s;t; nay, commonly, the lewde&s;t blades, and naughty|packs are either nece&s;&s;itated to 'hem, or el&s;e do prove the mo&s;t forward venturers. Is not lime and hair the fir&s;t in all your foundations? do we not &s;oile or dung our lands, before we &s;owe or plant any thing that's good in 'hem? And do not weeds creep up fir&s;t in all Gardens? and why not then in this? which never was a Garden until now; and which will be the Gar|den of Gardens, I fore&s;ee't. And for the weeds in it, let me alone for the weeding of them out. And &s;o as my Reverend Ance&s;tor <HI>Ju&s;tice Adam Overdoe,</HI> was wont to &s;ay, <HI>In Heavens name and the Kings,</HI> and for the good of the Common-wealth I will go a|bout it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would a few more of the Wor&s;hipful here|abouts, (whether they be in Commi&s;&s;ion or not) were as well minded that way as you are Sir; we &s;hould
<PB N="3" REF="103">
then have all &s;weet and clean, and that quickly too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have thought upon a way for't, Mr. <HI>Rooks|bill:</HI> and I will pur&s;ue it, <HI>viz.</HI> to finde out all the enormities, yet be my &s;elfe un&s;pied: whereby I will tread out the &s;park of impiety, while&s;t it is yet a &s;park and not a flame; and break the egge of a mi&s;|chief, while&s;t it is yet an egge and not a Cockatrice. Then doubt not of worthy tenants for your hou&s;es Mr. <HI>Rooksbill.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope, Sir, your be&s;t furtherance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>I had a letter bur la&s;t night from a worthy friend, a We&s;t-countrey Gentleman, that is, now coming up with his family to live in Town here; and de&s;ire is to inhabit in the&s;e buildings. He was to lie at <HI>Hammer&s;mith</HI> la&s;t night, and reque&s;ted an early meeting of me this morning here, to a&s;&s;i&s;t him in the taking of a hou&s;e. It is my bu&s;ine&s;&s;e hither; for he could never do't him&s;elfe. He has the olde&s;t touchy, wrangling humour.&mdash;But in a harmle&s;&s;e way; for he hurts no body, and plea&s;es him&s;elf in it. His children have all the trouble of it, that do anger him in obeying him &s;ometimes. You will know him anon. I mean, he &s;hall be your Tenant. And luckily he comes.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Cro&s;will, Gabriel, Katherine, Belt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is not enough you tell me of obedience. Or that you are obedient. But I will be obeyed in my own way. Do you &s;ee&mdash;</P>
<STAGE>(to Gab. and Ka.)</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>My noble friend Mr. <HI>Cro&s;will,</HI> right happi|ly met.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your trouble&s;ome friend Mr. <HI>Cockbrayne.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>No trouble at all, Sir, though I have pre|vented
<PB N="4" REF="104">
yours in finding a fit hou&s;e for you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>You ha' not ha' you, ha?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Actum e&s;t</HI> Mr. <HI>Cro&s;will.</HI> But Civility par|don me, Is not this your daughter?</P>
<STAGE>Ki&s;&s;e.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>All the Shee-things I have: and would I were well rid of her too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sweet Mrs. <HI>Katherine,</HI> Welcome&mdash;Mr. <HI>Gabriel,</HI> I take it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Gabriel Cro&s;will</HI> is my name.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>But where's your younger &s;onne <HI>Mihill?</HI> There's a &s;park!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Spark! A dunce I fear by this time like his brother Sheep&s;head there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Gabriel</HI> is my proper name.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have not &s;een him this Twelve-moneth, &s;ince I chamber'd him a Student here in Town.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>In town, and I not know it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>He knows not yet of my coming neither, nor &s;hall not, till I &s;teal upon him; and if I finde him mopi&s;h like his brother, I know what I will doe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have you not heard from him lately?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, often by his letters, le&s;&s;e I could reade more comfort in 'hem. I fear he's turn'd Preci&s;ian, for all his Epi&s;tles end with Amen; and the-matter of 'hem is &s;uch as if he could teach me to ask him ble&s;&s;ing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>A comfortable hearing of a young man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is it &s;o Sir? but I'le new mould him if it be &s;o.&mdash;I'le tell you Mr. <HI>Cockbrayne;</HI> never was &s;uch a father &s;o cro&s;t in his children. They will not obey me in my way. I grant, they do things that other fathers would rejoyce at. But I will be obeyed in my own way, dee &s;ee. Here's my elde&s;t &s;onne. Mark how he &s;tands, as if he had learn't a po&s;ture at <HI>Knights-bridge</HI> 
<PB N="5" REF="104">
&s;pittle as we came aloug while-eare. He was not only borne without wit, but with an ob&s;tinate re|&s;olution, never to have any. I mean, &s;uch wit as might become a Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Was that re&s;olution borne in him think you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>It could never grow up in him &s;till as it does el&s;e. When I would have him take his hor&s;e, and follow the dogs, and a&s;&s;ociate Gentlemen, in hawk|ing, hunting, or &s;uch like exerci&s;es, he'l run you a foot five mile another way, to meet the brethren of the &s;eparation, at &s;uch exerci&s;es as I never &s;ent him to (I am &s;ure) on worky dayes. And whereas mo&s;t Gentlemen run into other mens books, in hands that they care not who reades, he has a book of his own Short-writing in his pocket, of &s;uch &s;tuffe as is fit for no mans reading indeed but his own.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Surely Sir.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure you are an A&s;&s;e. Hold your tongue.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are my father.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>What comfort &s;hould I have, were my &s;on &s;uch.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>And he has nothing but hang'd the head, as you &s;ee now, ever &s;ince Holiday &s;ports were cried up in the Countrey. And but for that, and to talk with &s;ome of the &s;ilenc'd Pa&s;tors here in town about it, I &s;hould not have drawn him up.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would I could change a &s;onne w' you Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>What kinde of thing is thy &s;onne? ha! do&s;t thou look like one that could have a &s;onne fit for me to father, ha? And yet the be&s;t take both, and t' plea&s;e you at all adventures, ha?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am &s;ure there cannot be a wor&s;e, or more debauch'd reprobate then mine is living.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>And is the devil too good a Ma&s;ter for
<PB N="6" REF="105">
him, think'&s;t thou, ha? Wherein can I de&s;erve &s;o ill at thy hands, fellow, whate're thou art, that thou &s;hould'&s;t wi&s;h me comber'd with a wor&s;e burden, when thou heare&s;t me complain of this, ha? What is this fellow that you dare know him, Friend <HI>Cock|brayn?</HI> I will not dwell within three pari&s;hes of him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>My tenant! Ble&s;&s;e me from him. I had ra|ther all my Rents were Bawdy hou&s;es.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Think nothing of his words, he'll forget all in&s;tantly. The be&s;t natur'd man living.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do&s;t thou &s;tand like a &s;on now that hears his father abu&s;'d, ha?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am praying for the conver&s;ion of the young man he &s;peaks of.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Coek.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;aid, Mr. <HI>Gabriel.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>But by the way, where's your &s;onne <HI>Antho|ny?</HI> have you not heard of him yet?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Never &s;ince he for&s;ook me, on the di&s;con|tent he took, in that he might not marry your daugh|ret there. And where he lives, or whether he lives or not, I know not. I hope your davghter is a comfort to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, in keeping her chamber whole weeks together, fullenning upon her Samplery breech-work, when I was in hope &s;he would have made me a Grand|father ere now. But &s;he has a humour, for&s;ooth, &s;ince we put your &s;on by her, to make me a match-broker, her marriage-Maker; when I tell you friend, there has been &s;o many untoward matches of Pa|rents making, that I have &s;worn &s;he &s;hall make her own choice, though it be of one I hate. Make me her match-maker! Mu&s;t I obey her, or &s;he me, ha?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>I wi&s;h, with teares, my &s;onne had had her now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="7" REF="105">
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wherein Sir, (under correction do I di&s;obey you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>In that very word, under correction, thou di&s;|obey'&s;t me. Are you to be under correction at the&s;e yeares? ha! If I ha' not already taught you manners beyond the help of correction, go, &s;eek a wi&s;er father to mend 'hem.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yet give me leave, dear Sir, in my ex|cu&s;e.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Leave out correction then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<L>If I were forward as many Maidens are,</L>
<L>To wi&s;h a husband, mu&s;t I not be &s;ought?</L>
<L>I never was a Gadder: and my Mother,</L>
<L>Before &s;he dy'd, adjur'd me to be none.</L>
<L>I hope you'll give me leave to keep your hou&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>La there again! How &s;ubtly &s;he &s;eeks dominion over me! No, hu&s;wife, No; you keep no hou&s;e of mine. I'll ne&s;tle you no longer under my wing. Are you not fledge; I'll have you fly out I, as other mens daughters do; and keep a hou&s;e of your own if you can find it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>We had a kin&s;woman flew out too late|ly, I take it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>What tell'&s;t thou me of her; wi&s;e-acres? Can they not flie out a little, but they mu&s;t turne arrant vvhores, ha? Tell me of your kin&s;woman? 'Tis true, &s;he was my Neece; &s;he vvent to't a little afore her time? &s;ome tvvo years &s;ince, and &s;o fled from Re|ligion; and is turn'd Turk, vve fear. And vvhat of that in your preci&s;iancial vvi&s;dom? I have &s;uch children as no man has. But (as I vvas &s;aying,) vvould ye top me husvvife, ha! Look you, novv I chide her, &s;he &s;ayes nothing. Is this obedience, ha?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Perhaps, I might unfortunately ca&s;t my affecti|on on a man that vvould refu&s;e me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>That man I vvould de&s;ire to knovv; &s;hevv me that man; &s;ee if I &s;vvinge him not dares &s;light my daughter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="8" REF="106">
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Still the old humour, &s;elf-vvill'd, cro&s;&s;e, and touchie; but &s;uddainly reconcil'd. Come, Mr. <HI>Cro&s;|wil,</HI> to the bu&s;ine&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, you told me of a hou&s;e you had found for me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir. And here's the Landlord.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Does he look, or go like one could let a hou&s;e vvorthy of me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, vve have able Builders here, that vvill not carry lea&s;t &s;hevv of their buildings on their backs. This is a rich &s;ufficient man, I a&s;&s;ure you, and my friend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I cry him heartily mercy, and embrace him. And novv I note you better, you look like Thrift it &s;elf.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Dorcas <HI>above upon a Bellconie.</HI> Gabriel <HI>gazes at her.</HI> Dorcas <HI>is habited like a Curtizan of</HI> Venice.</STAGE>
<P>I cannot think you vvill throvv avvay your hou&s;es at a ca&s;t. You have a &s;onne, perhaps, that may, by the commendations you gave of him. Lets &s;ee your hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come avvay Mr. <HI>Gabriel.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come Sir, vvhat do you gape a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">d &s;hake the head at there? I'll lay my life he has &s;pied the little Cro&s;&s;e upon the nevv Church yond, and is at defiance vvith it. <HI>Sirrah,</HI> I vvill make you honour the fir&s;t &s;yllable of my name. My name is <HI>Will. Cro&s;will,</HI> and I vvill have my humour. Let tho&s;e that talk of me for it, &s;peak their plea&s;ure, I vvill do mine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall obey you, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Novv you are in the right. You &s;hall indeed. I'll make your heart ake el&s;e, dee &s;ee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>But truly I vvas looking at that Image; that
<PB N="9" REF="106">
painted idolatrous image yonder, as I take it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>O here&s;ie! It is &s;ome Lady, or Gentlewo|man &s;tanding upon her Bellconey.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Her Bellconey? Where is it? I can &s;py from her foot to her face, yet I can &s;ee no Bellconey &s;he has.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a Knave's this: That's the Bellconey &s;he &s;tands on, that which jets out &s;o on the forepart of the hou&s;e; every hou&s;e here has one of 'hem.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis very good; I like the jetting out of the forepart very well; it is a gallant fa&s;hion indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>I gue&s;s what &s;he is, what ere I have &s;aid. O Ju&s;tice look to thine office.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come now to this hou&s;e, and then to my &s;on <HI>Mihil,</HI> the Spark you &s;poke of. And if I find him cro&s;s too, I'le cro&s;s him: Let him look to't&punc; Dee &s;ee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le &s;ee you hous'd; and then about my pro|ject, which is for <HI>weeding</HI> of this <HI>hopeful Garden.</HI> <STAGE>Ex. omnes.</STAGE></P>
<STAGE>Gabriel <HI>&s;tayes last looking up at her.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why &s;hould not we in <HI>England</HI> u&s;e that free|dome</L>
<L>The famous Curtezans have in <HI>Italy:</HI></L>
<L>We have the art, and know the Theory</L>
<L>To allure and catch the wandring eyes of Lovers;</L>
<L>Yea, and their hearts too: but our &s;tricter Lawes</L>
<L>Forbids the publique practi&s;e, our de&s;ires</L>
<L>Are high as theirs; our wills as apt and forward;</L>
<L>Our wits as ripe, our beauties more attractive;</L>
<L>Or Travellers are &s;hrewd lyars. Where's the let?</L>
<L>Only in ba&s;hful coward cu&s;tome, that</L>
<L>Stoops i'the &s;houlders, and &s;ubmits the neck</L>
<L>To bondage of Authority; to the&s;e Lawes,</L>
<L>That men of feeble age and weaker eye-&s;ight</L>
<L>Have fram'd to bar their &s;ons from youthful plea&s;ures.</L>
<L>Po&s;&s;ets and Cawdels on their quea&s;ie &s;tomacks,</L>
<L><PB N="10" REF="107">
Whil&s;t I fly out in brave rebellion;</L>
<L>And offer, at the lea&s;t, to break the&s;e &s;hackles</L>
<L>That holds our legs together: And begin</L>
<L>A fa&s;hion, which pur&s;u'd by <HI>Cyprian</HI> Dames,</L>
<L>May per&s;wade Ju&s;tice to allow our Games.</L>
<L>Who knows? I'le try. <HI>Franci&s;ca</HI> bring my Lute.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Fran. <HI>with Lute.</HI></STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>while &s;he is tuning her Lute: Enter</HI> Nich. Rookesbill, Anthony <HI>in a fal&s;e beard,</HI> Clotpoll.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth I have a great mind to be one of the <HI>Philoblathici,</HI> a Brother of the Blade and Battoon, as you tran&s;late it; now ye have beat it into my head: But I fear I &s;hall never come on and off hand&s;omely. I have mettal enough methinks, but I know not how methinks to put it out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nich.</SPEAKER>
<P>We'l help you out with it, and &s;et it flying for you never doubt it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Obotts, you mean my money mettal, I mean my valour mettal I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Peace, heark.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>T'other flyes fa&s;t enough already.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pox on ye peace.</P>
<STAGE>Song.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>O mo&s;t melodious.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mo&s;t odious, Did you &s;ay? It is methinks mo&s;t odoriferous.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>What new devi&s;e can this be? Look!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>She is vani&s;ht. Is't not the Mountebanks Wife that was here; and now come again to play &s;ome new merry tricks by her&s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="11" REF="107">
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>A botts on't, I never &s;aw that Mountebank; they &s;ay, he brought the fir&s;t re&s;ort into this new plan|tation, and &s;ow'd &s;o much &s;eed of Knavery and Co|zenage here, that 'tis fear'd 'twill never out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay but this creature: What can &s;he be?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>And then again, he drew &s;uch flocks of idle people to him, that the Players, they &s;ay, cur&s;t him abhominably.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant,</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou ever talk'&s;t of the wrong matter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Cry mercy Brothers of the Blade and Bat|toune: Do you think if I give my endeavour to it, I &s;hall ever learn to roar and carry it as you do, that have it naturally, as you &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, as we'll beat it into you. But this wo|man, this mu&s;ical woman, that &s;et her &s;elf out to &s;how &s;o, I would be &s;atisfied in her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;he be as able as &s;he &s;eems, &s;he has in her to &s;atisfie you, and you were a Brother of ten Blades, and ten Battounes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow&mdash;Peace. I'le battoune thy teeth into thy tongue el&s;e; &s;he bears a &s;tately pre&s;ence. Thou never &s;aw'&s;t her before: Did&s;t thou <HI>Toney?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>No; but I heard an inkling at the <HI>Paris</HI> Tavern la&s;t night of a She-Gallant-that had travelled <HI>France</HI> and <HI>Italy;</HI> and that &s;he would&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Battoun thy teeth into thy tongue.)</P>
<STAGE>write table.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Plant &s;ome of her forraign collections, the fruits of her travels, in this Garden here, to try how they would grow or thrive on Engli&s;h earth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Young <HI>Pig</HI> was &s;peaking of &s;uch a one to me, and that &s;he was a Mumper.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's that a Si&s;ter of the Scabberd, brother of the Blade?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, come; we'l in, we'l in; 'tis one of our fathers buildings; I'le &s;ee the Inhabitants. Some money <HI>Clot.</HI> furni&s;h I &s;ay, and quickly.&mdash;I vow&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="12" REF="108">
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall, you &s;hall.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;hall I?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Vow twice before you have it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow, and I vow again, I'le coyn thy brains.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, hold, take your powl money; I thought I would have my will; and the word I look-for, <HI>I'le coyn thy brains.&mdash;</HI></P>
<STAGE>write.</STAGE>
<P>I do not love to give my money for nothing, I have a volume of words here, the wor&s;t of 'hem is as good as a blow; and then I &s;ave my Crown whole half a dozen times a day, by half a crown a time, there's half in half &s;av'd by that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come let's appear civil, till we have our en|trance, and then as occa&s;ion &s;erves&mdash;</P>
<STAGE>Knock.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Fran.</STAGE>
<P>Who would you &s;peak withal?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Mi&s;tre&s;s, little one.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you know her Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>No; but I would know her, that's the bu&s;i|ne&s;s: I mean the mu&s;ical Gentlewoman that was fidling, and &s;o many in the What-doe-call't een now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>What-doe-call her Sir, I pray?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>What-doe-call her; 'tis not come to that yet, prethee let me &s;ee and &s;peak with her fir&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are di&s;pos'd I think.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;hould we do here el&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fra.</SPEAKER>
<P>You wont thru&s;t in upon a body whether one will or no.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant. Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Away you Monkey.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fra.</SPEAKER>
<P>O me, What do you mean?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>O my brave <HI>Philoblathici.&mdash;</HI></P>
<STAGE>Ex. omnes.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Dorcas, <HI>alias</HI> Damaris, Madge.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the matter the Girl cryes out &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="13" REF="108">
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know not: I fear &s;ome rude company, &s;ome of the wild crew are broke into the hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Within.</HI> Whether would you go, you wont rob the hou&s;e will ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will ye be quiet Whiskin?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<P>O me 'tis &s;o: Hell's broke loo&s;e; this comes of your new fingle-fangle fa&s;hion, your prepo&s;trous <HI>Italian</HI> way for&s;ooth: would I could have kept my old way of pots and pipes, and my Strong-water cour&s;e for cu&s;tomers: The very fir&s;t twang of your fiddle guts has broke all, and conjur'd a legion of de|vils among us.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Nic. Ant. Clot.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, there's but a Lea&s;h of us. How now?</L>
<L>Who have we here? Are the&s;e the far travel'd Ladies?</L>
<L>O thou party perpale, or rather parboild Bawd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;hall I do? <HI>Dam.</HI> Out ala&s;s; &s;ure they are devils indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Art thou travel'd cro&s;s the Seas from the Bank&s;ide hither, old Counte&s;s of Codpiece-row?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Party perpale and parboild Bawd.&mdash;</P>
<STAGE>Write.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>And is this the Dam&s;el that has been in <HI>France</HI> and <HI>Italy? Clot.</HI> Codpiece-row.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Peace ye roaring Scabs: I'le be&s;worn &s;he &s;upt at <HI>Paris</HI> Tavern la&s;t night, and lay not long ago at the <HI>Venice</HI> by <HI>Whitefryers</HI> Dock.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prethee what is &s;he <HI>Madge?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>A civil Gentlewoman you &s;ee &s;he is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>She has none of the be&s;t faces: but is &s;he war|rantable; I have not had a civil night the&s;e three moneths.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Madge.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor none are like to have here, I a&s;&s;ure you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>O <HI>Madge</HI> how I do long thy thing to ding didle ding.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="14" REF="109">
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>O <HI>Nick,</HI> I am not in the humour, no more is &s;he to be o'the merry pin now; I am &s;ure her ca&s;e is too lamentable. But if you will all &s;it down, I'le give you a bottle of wine, and we'l relate her &s;tory to you, &s;o you will be civil. <HI>Nic.</HI> Well for once, I care not if we be.</P>
<STAGE>A Table bottle, light, and Tobacco &s;tales.</STAGE>
<P>Let us &s;et to't then; &s;it down brother <HI>Toney,</HI> &s;it down Gentlewoman, we &s;hall know your name a|non, I hope it will fall in your &s;tory; &s;it down <HI>Clot|poll.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>You will call me brother <HI>Clotpoll</HI> too when I have taken my oath, and paid my entrance into the faternity of the Blade and the Battoun.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis like we &s;hall. Now Lady of the Stygian Lake, thou black infernal <HI>Madge,</HI> begin the di&s;mal &s;tory, whil&s;t I begin the bottle.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Gentlewoman who&s;e name is <HI>Damyris.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Damyris</HI> &s;tay. Her nick-name then is <HI>Dammy,</HI> &s;o we may call her when we grow familiar: and to begin that familiarity, <HI>Dammy</HI> here's to you.<HI>&mdash;drink.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<P>And what's your nick-name I pray Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Nick:</HI> only <HI>Nick, Madge</HI> there knows it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then I believe your name is <HI>Nicholas.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow-witty. Yes <HI>Dammy,</HI> and my Sirname is <HI>Rookesbill,</HI> and &s;o is my Fathers too: and what do you make o'that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing not I Sir: &s;ure this is he.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I would he were nothing, &s;o I had all he has: I mu&s;t have tother gla&s;s to wa&s;h him out of my mouth, he furs it wor&s;e then Mondongas Tobacco. Here old <HI>Madge,</HI> and to all the birds that &s;hall won|der at thy howlet&s;hip, when thou rid'&s;t in an Ivy-bu&s;h, call'd a Cart.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="15" REF="109">
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well mad <HI>Nick,</HI> I'le pledge thee in hope to &s;ee as many flutter about the tree, that thou &s;halt clime backwards.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>A pox thou wilt be &s;tifled with Offal and Car|ret leaves before that day.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fie, fie, what talk's this? 'tis he I am con&s;i|dent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>The&s;e are our ordinary complements, we wi&s;h no harm.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>No <HI>Dammy</HI> I vow, not I to any breathing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>But your Father <HI>Nick.&mdash;</HI>Is he that <HI>Rooke&s;|bill.&mdash;</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>But my Fathet; Pox rot ye, why do ye put me in mind of him again, he &s;ticks i'my throat, now I'le wa&s;h him a little further.&mdash;Here Brother <HI>Toney</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gramercy Brother <HI>Nick.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>And to all the brothers that are, and are to be of the Blade and the Battoun.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>There &s;aid you well <HI>Clotpoll:</HI> Here 'tis&mdash;</P>
<STAGE>Drink.</STAGE>
<STAGE>Mad. <HI>&s;ets away the Bottle.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would but have asked you whether your Father were that <HI>Rookesbill</HI> that is call'd the great Builder.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes marry is it he for&s;ooth; he has built I know not how many hou&s;es hereabout, though he goes <HI>Dammy</HI> as if he were not worth a groat; and all his cloaths I vow are not worth this hilt, except tho&s;e he wears, and prayes for fair weather in, on my Lord Mayors Day; and you are his Tenant, though perhaps you know it not, and may be mine; therefore u&s;e me well: for this hou&s;e and the re&s;t I hope will be mine, as well as I can hope he is mortal, of which I mu&s;t confe&s;s I have been in &s;ome doubt, though now I hope again, he will be the fir&s;t &s;hall lay his bones i'the new Church, though the Church-yard be too good
<PB N="16" REF="110">
for him before 'tis con&s;ecrated. So give me the to-the cup, for now he offends my &s;tomack. Here's to thee now <HI>Clotpoll.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>And to all the Si&s;ters of the Scabberd Bro|ther in Election. Dee hear, Pray talk of his father no more, for the next brings him to the belly-work, and then he'll drink him quite through him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;o we &s;hall have a foul hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>No he &s;hall &s;tick there. Now to the &s;tory Gentlewoman, 'twas that we &s;ate for.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>I to the &s;tory, I vow I had almo&s;t forgot it; and I am the wor&s;t at Sack in a morning: Dear <HI>Dam|my</HI> to the &s;tory.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Sir my heart's too full to utter't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth and my head's too full to hear it: But I'le go out and quarrel with &s;ome body to &s;ettle my brains, then go down to <HI>Mich. Cro&s;&s;ewill</HI> to put him in mind of our meeting to day; then if you will meet me at the Goat at Dinner, wee'll have it all at large.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will you be there indeed Sir, I would &s;peak with you &s;eriou&s;ly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Dammy</HI> if I be not, may my father out live me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>We both here promi&s;e you he &s;hall be there by noon.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Lady, 'tis &s;worn by Blade and by Battoun.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>This will be the brave&s;t di&s;covery for <HI>Mihill,</HI> the new <HI>Italian Bona Roba</HI> Cat&s;oe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o &s;ad on the &s;uddain Niece.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<P>But do you think hee'll come as he has pro|mis'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>He never breaks a promi&s;e with any of us' though he fail all the hone&s;t part o'the world: But I tru&s;t you are not taken with the Ruffian, you'll nere get penny by him.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt Nic. Anth. and Clodp.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I prethee peace, I care not.</P>
<STAGE><PB N="17" REF="110">
<HI>Enter</HI> Rafe.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>But My&s;tris, rhere is a Gallant now below, a Gingle boy indeed, that has his pockets full of, crowns that chide for vent. Shall <HI>I</HI> call him up to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will &s;ee no man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>How's that? I hope you je&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed, I hope you je&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>You will not hinder the hou&s;e, I hope. Marry heigh. This were a humour and 'twould la&s;t. Go fetch him up.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI>'le flie then out at window. Nay, by this &s;teel 'tis true.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the matter? have <HI>I</HI> got a mad wo|man into the hou&s;e. What do you go about to break me the fir&s;t day of your coming, before you have han|&s;ell'd a Couch or a Bed&s;ide in't. Were you but now all o'th heigh to &s;et your &s;elf out for a &s;igne with your fiddle cum twang, and promi&s;e &s;uch wonders, for|&s;ooth, and will not now be &s;een. Pray what's the Riddle.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dam.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI>'ll tell thee all anon. Prithie excu&s;e me. <HI>I</HI> know thy &s;hare of his &s;ins bounty would not come to thus much, take it, <HI>I</HI> give it thee. And prithee let me be hone&s;t till <HI>I</HI> have a mince to be otherwi&s;e, and <HI>I</HI>'le hinder thee nothing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">d.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, <HI>I</HI>'le di&s;mi&s;&s;e the Gallant, and &s;end you, <HI>Sirrah,</HI> for another wench. <HI>I</HI>'le have <HI>Be&s;&s;e Bufflehead</HI> again. This kick&s;y wincy Giddibrain will &s;poil all <HI>I</HI>'le no more <HI>Italian</HI> tricks.&mdash;</P>
<STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> with <HI>Rafe</HI></STAGE>
<L>Thus &s;ome have by the phren&s;ie of de&s;pair</L>
<L>Fumou&s;ly run into the &s;ea to throw</L>
<L>Their wretched bodies, but when come near</L>
<L>They &s;aw the billows ri&s;e, heard <HI>Boreas</HI> blow,</L>
<L><PB N="14" REF="111">
And horrid death appearing on the Maine,</L>
<L>A &s;udden fear hath &s;ent them back again.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>Act. II.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scaen. I.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Mihill. Taylor. Shoomaker.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>NAy, but hone&s;t Shoomaker; thy hone&s;t price.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sho.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> tell you intruth, Sir, 'tis as good a boot as e|ver you pull'd on in your life.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>A little too &s;treight, <HI>I</HI> doubt. What do you think o' my boots hone&s;t Tailor.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tay.</SPEAKER>
<P>They do exceeding hand&s;omely, never tru&s;t me Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Never fear it <HI>Tailor,</HI> you &s;hall tru&s;t me, and plea&s;e you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tay.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are plea&s;ant Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>And what do you think of my &s;uite Shooma|ker? can you &s;ay as much for the Tailor as he for you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sho.</SPEAKER>
<P>A very neat &s;uite, Sir, and becomes you ex|cellent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hone&s;t men both, and hold together; one would little think you were &s;o near neighbours. Well, you, have fitted me both, <HI>I</HI> mu&s;t confe&s;&s;e. But how <HI>I</HI> &s;hall fit you, now there's the point.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tay.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's but one way for than and plea&s;e you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sho.</SPEAKER>
<P>With paying us our money Sit.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Still both in a tale, <HI>I</HI> can not but commend your neighbourhood, <HI>I</HI> mu&s;e my Laundre&s;&s;e &s;tayes,
<PB N="15" REF="111">
<HI>I</HI> &s;ent her three or foure wayes for moneys. But do not you &s;tay for that. I have wayes enough to pay you. <HI>I</HI> have ploughes a going that you dream not of.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tay.</SPEAKER>
<P>No indeed, Sir, we dream of nothing but ready money, &s;leeping or waking.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> &s;hall be rich enough ne're fear't. <HI>I</HI> have a venter in the new &s;oap bu&s;ine&s;&s;e man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tay.</SPEAKER>
<P>We are but &s;ervants, Sir. And our Ma|&s;ters them&s;elves have no faith, in flippery pro|jects.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sho.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be&s;ides, the women begin to grumble a|gain&s;t that &s;lippery project &s;hrewdly, and, 'tis feard, will mutinie &s;ho tly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Burlakin, and they may prove more trouble|&s;ome then a commotion of Sailors.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Laundre&s;&s;e.</STAGE>
<P>O welcome, Laundre&s;&s;e, where's the money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laun.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not a penny of money, Sir, can <HI>I</HI> get. But here's one come to town has brought you enough, and you can have grace to finger it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who's that <HI>I</HI> prithee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laun.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your father, your father Sir. <HI>I</HI> met his man by great chance, who told me his Ma&s;ter meanes to &s;teal upon you pre&s;ently, and take you as he findes you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is he come up with his cro&s;&s;e tricks. <HI>I</HI> hea<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">d he was to come. And that he meanes to live here altogether. He has had an aime the&s;e dozen years to live in town here, but never was fully bent on't un|til the Proclamation of re&s;traint &s;purr'd him up. 'Tis &s;uch a <HI>Cro&s;&s;ewill.</HI> Well, he is my father, and <HI>I</HI> am utterly undone if thou help'&s;t me not now at a pinch, at a pinch, dear Laundre&s;&s;e. Go borrow me a Gown,
<PB N="20" REF="112">
and &s;ome foure or five Law-books? for, <HI>I</HI> prote&s;t, mine are in <HI>Duck-lane.</HI> Nay, trudge, &s;weet Laun|dre&s;&s;e, trudge.&mdash; <STAGE>Ex. Laun.</STAGE> Hone&s;t <HI>Tailor</HI> and <HI>Shoemaker</HI> convey your &s;elves away quietly, and <HI>I</HI>'ll pay you to morrow, as <HI>I</HI> am a Gentleman:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shoe.</SPEAKER>
<P>As <HI>I</HI> am a <HI>Shoemaker,</HI> and that's a kinde of a Centleman, you know, <HI>I</HI>'ll not &s;tirre till <HI>I</HI> have my money, <HI>I</HI> am not an A&s;&s;e Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>No body &s;ayes thou art.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shoe.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> have had too many &s;uch tricks put upon me i' my dayes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>A trick! as <HI>I</HI> hope for money it is no trick.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shoe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well Sir, trick or no trick. <HI>I</HI> mu&s;t have my money or my boots, and that's plain dealing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>A pox o'th' boots, &s;o my legs were out of 'hem. Would they were i'thy throat, &s;purres and all, you will not out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shoe.</SPEAKER>
<P>No marry will we not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tay.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well-&s;aid Shoomaker, <HI>I</HI> commend thee, thou ha&s;t a better heart then <HI>I,</HI> though my &s;tomack's good.</P>
<STAGE>Enter Laundre&s;&s;e.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>O well &s;aid, my good Laundre&s;&s;e. How am <HI>I</HI> bound to thee; yet all this wo'not do't Laundre&s;&s;e. Thou mu&s;t be&s;tir thy &s;tumps a little further, and bor|row me a couple of Gownes more for the&s;e Ra&s;cals here that will not away.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laun.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! wo'not away? And they were well &s;erv'd, they would be thru&s;t out of doors for &s;aucie companions. Your Ma&s;ters would not put a Gentle|man to his trumps thus.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, &s;vveet Laundre&s;&s;e, re&s;train thy tongue, and &s;tretch thy feet. A couple of Govvns, good
<PB N="21" REF="112">
Laundre&s;&s;e, and forget not caps. <STAGE>Ex.</STAGE> If <HI>I</HI> do novv furni&s;h you like Civil Lavvyers, and you do not keep your countenances; if ever you do but peep in at the Hall-door at <HI>Chri&s;tmas</HI> to &s;ee the revels, <HI>I</HI>'le have you &s;et i'th' &s;tocks for this beleeve it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sho.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you do, Sir, <HI>I</HI> may hap be even vvith you before the year comes about, and &s;et you in our &s;tocks for't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tay.</SPEAKER>
<P>But will you make Lawyers of us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have you a minde to have your money you unbelieving Ra&s;cals.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shoc.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> &s;ee your drift, and hope you'll prove an hone&s;t Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou ha&s;t &s;ome hope, though no faith nor tru&s;t in any man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shoe.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas, Sir, our Ma&s;ters &s;it at grear rents, and keep great families.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> cry you mercy, they are remov'd into the nevv plantation here, where, they &s;ay, are a tribe of Infidel-trade&s;men, that have made a Law vvithin your &s;elves to put no tru&s;t in Gentlemen. But beare your &s;elves hand&s;omely here you vvere be&s;t. <HI>I</HI> am acquainted vvith a crevv that haunts about your ha|bitations, vvith whom <HI>I</HI> will joyne, and &s;o batter your windows one of the&s;e nights el&s;e.<HI>&mdash;O</HI> welcom, Laundre&s;&s;e, how doe&s;t thou toile for me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laun.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your fathers talking, as <HI>I</HI> am a woman, be|low.&mdash;As thou art a woman below, well-&s;aid. Come on with the&s;e Gownes, and lets &s;ee how yow'll look. If we had time, the Shoomaker &s;hould wa&s;h his face; but &s;eeing there is no remedy; pull the cap in your eyes, and good enongh. Now Laun|dre&s;&s;e, &s;et us &s;tooles, and leave us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laun.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> hear him coming up.</P>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now let him come, we are ready for him. Shoomaker, keep your hand underneath the
<PB N="18" REF="113">
book, that the pitch do not di&s;cover you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sho.</SPEAKER>
<P>I warrant you, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>And Taylor, be &s;ure you have no Needle on your &s;leeve, nor thread about your neck.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tay.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> warrant you too for me, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi:</SPEAKER>
<P>He's enrred.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Cro&s;will, Belt, <HI>and &s;tand a&s;ide.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Remitter, I &s;ay, is where a man hath two titles, that is to &s;ay, one of an elder, the other of a later. And he cometh to the land by the later title; yet the Law adjudgeth him to be in by the force of the elder title. If the tenant in the taile di&s;continee the taile, and after he di&s;ea&s;eth his di&s;|continue, and &s;o dieth &s;ei&s;ed, whereby the tenants de&s;cend to their i&s;&s;ue, as to his Cou&s;in inheritable by force of the taile. In this ca&s;e the tenants de&s;cend, who have right by force of the taile, a Remitter in the taile taken for that in the Law, &s;hall put and ad|judge him to be in by force of de&s;cent. Pox on ye, &s;peak &s;omething good or bad, &s;omewhat.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sho.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Remitter, you &s;ay, is &s;ei&s;ed i'th' tail.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Excellent Shoomaker, <HI>I</HI> &s;ay &s;o, and again, <HI>I</HI> &s;ay, that if the tenant in the taile in feoffe his &s;on, or his Cou&s;in, inheritable by force of the taile, the which &s;onne or cou&s;in at the time of the feoffment is within age, and after the tenant in the taile dierh, this is a Remitter to the heire in the taile to whom the feoffment is made, now Taylor.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tay.</SPEAKER>
<P>Think you &s;o, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look either <HI>Fitzherbert, Perkins,</HI> or <HI>Dier,</HI> and you &s;hall finde it in the &s;econd part of <HI>Richard Cordelyon.</HI> So much for Remitter. Novv <HI>I</HI>'ll put a plain home-&s;pun ca&s;e, as a man may &s;ay, vvhich vve call a moot-ca&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="19" REF="113">
<SPEAKER>Sho.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> pray do Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Some father might take joy of &s;uch a &s;onne novv. This takes not me. No, this is not my vvay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>The ca&s;e is this</P>
<STAGE>(a&s;ide)</STAGE>
<P>pull up your grounds clo&s;er and behang'd, you are a Tailor, and you: a Shoomaker.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sho.</SPEAKER>
<P>And you owe us money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> put the ca&s;e, <HI>I</HI> do, to you for a &s;uit of clothes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tay.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>And to you for a paire of boots.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sho.</SPEAKER>
<P>True.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> have broke my day with you both. Sup|po&s;e &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Both.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very well, we do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>You clap a Sergeant o' my back. <HI>I</HI> put in bail, remove it, and carry it up into the upper Court, with <HI>habeas-Corpus;</HI> bring it down again into the lower Court with <HI>procedendo;</HI> then take it from thence, and bring it into the Chancery with a <HI>Cer|tiorari; I;</HI> and if you look not to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">t, bring it out of the Chancery again, and thus will <HI>I</HI> keep you from your money till your &s;uite and your boots be worne out before you recover penny of me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sho.</SPEAKER>
<P>S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ly'd but you &s;hall not, your father &s;hall know all fir&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>S'foot Shoomaker wilt thou be an A&s;&s;e. <HI>I</HI> do but put a ca&s;e, Have you not feen it tried.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tay.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, very often.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Away with books. Away with Law. Away with madne&s;&s;e. <HI>I,</HI> God ble&s;&s;e thee, and make thee his &s;ervant, and defend thee from Law, <HI>I</HI> &s;ay. Take up the&s;e books, &s;arrah, and carry them pre&s;ently into <HI>Pauls</HI> Church-yard dee &s;ee, and change them all for Hi&s;to|ries, as plea&s;ant as profitable; <HI>Arthur</HI> of <HI>Britain,</HI>
<PB N="24" REF="114">
<HI>Primalion</HI> of <HI>Greece, Amadis</HI> of <HI>Gaul,</HI> and &s;uch like de &s;ee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> hope he do's but je&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;s.</SPEAKER>
<P>And do you heare, Sirrah.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Get <HI>Bells</HI> work, and you can, into the bar|gain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Which <HI>Bell,</HI> Sir? <HI>Adam Bell,</HI> with <HI>Clim <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">'th' Clough,</HI> and <HI>William</HI> of <HI>Cloude&s;ley.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Adam Bell</HI> you A&s;&s;e? Valiant <HI>Bell</HI> that kill'd the Dragon.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mean St. <HI>George.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir <HI>Jolthead,</HI> do <HI>I</HI> not. <HI>I</HI>'le teach you to chop logick, vvith me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sfoot, how &s;hall <HI>I</HI> an&s;wer my borrow'd books? Stay <HI>Belt.</HI> Pray Sir, do not change my books.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, Sir, I will change them and you too: Did I leave thee here to learn fa&s;hions and manners, that thou might&s;t carry thy &s;elf like a Gentleman, and do&s;t thou wa&s;t thy brains in learning a language that I under&s;tand not a word of? ha! I had been as good have brought thee up among the wild <HI>Iri&s;h.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why ala&s;s Sir, Had I not better keep my &s;elf within my Chamber, at my Studie, then be rioting a|broad, wa&s;ting both money and time, which is more precious then money? if you did know the inconve|nience of company, you would rather incourage and commend my retir'd life, then any wayes dehort me from it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why Sir did not I keep companie think you when I was young? Ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ml.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir; but the times are much alter'd, and youth more corrupted now, they did not drink and wench in tho&s;e dayes, but nay, o 'tis abominable in the&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why this is that I fear'd, the boyes turning
<PB N="25" REF="114">
meacock too, after his elder brother, 'twas time to look to him.</P>
<STAGE>Nick. Rookesbill. Ant. Clotp.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nich.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why <HI>Cro&s;will Mich.</HI> What, not up yet and behang'd. Or ha ye a wench a bed wye. Is this keep|ing your home. <HI>Mihil</HI> runs to the door and holds it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sfoot the Rogue <HI>Rooksbil</HI> and his crew, I fear'd as much.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Break open the door, let me come to't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Forbear, or behang'd, you will undo me, my father's here. <HI>I</HI>'ll meet you anon as <HI>I</HI> am hone&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your father's a Clowterdepouch. Nay, <HI>I</HI> will come then, what <HI>Madamoi&s;elle</HI> do you call fa|ther.</P>
<STAGE>They Enter.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>You would not believe me. Pray be civil.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis &s;o, we will Cry mercy, you are bu&s;ie, we will not moote to day then?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> hope you may excu&s;e me, <HI>I</HI>'le be w'ye a|non.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come to the Goat Capricorne. We have the brave&s;t new di&s;covery.</P>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>How now! what are the&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>They are Gentlemen of my &s;tanding, Sir, that have a little over-&s;tudied them&s;elves, and are &s;ome|what&mdash;.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mad; are they not? And &s;o will you be &s;hortly, if you follow the&s;e cour&s;es. Mooting do they call it? you &s;hall moote nor mute here no long|er. Therefore on with your cloak and &s;word, follow me to the Tavern and leave me &s;uch long-tail'd com|pany as the&s;e are, for <HI>I</HI> do not like them.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>No more do <HI>I,</HI> Sir, if <HI>I</HI> knew how to be rid of 'hem.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="22" REF="115">
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> think thou ha&s;t ne're a &s;word, ha&s;t thou, ha?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where is it, Sir, let me &s;e't Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis here, under mybed, Sir.&mdash;Reach it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why there's a Lawyers trick right, make his weapon companion with his Pi&s;&s;e-pot. Fie, fie, here's a tool indeed. There's money, Sir, buy you a good one, one with the Mathematical hilt as they terme it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>It would do better in Mathematical books&punc; Sir, offer me no money, pray Sir, but for books.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Go to, you are a peevi&s;h Jack, do not pro|voke me: do not you owe me obedience? ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir, <HI>I</HI> acknowledge it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis good you do. Well, take that money; and put your &s;elfe into cloathes befitting your rank, Do &s;o. And let me &s;ee you, &s;quirting about without a weapon, like an Attorneys Clerk in Tearm-time, and <HI>I</HI>'l weapon you, What, &s;hall <HI>I</HI> have a Noddie of you. This frets him to the liver. Go to, never hang the head for the matter. For <HI>I</HI> tell thee <HI>I</HI> will have it &s;o, and herein be knowen what <HI>I</HI> am.</P>
<STAGE>[A&s;ide</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are known &s;ufficiently for your cro&s;&s;e humour already; in which <HI>I</HI>'ll try you if <HI>I</HI> can make you double this money, for this will not &s;erve my turne.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>What have you told it after me, you had be&s;t weigh it too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Sir, but <HI>I</HI> have computed that for my pre+&s;ent u&s;e, here is too much by halfe, pray Sir, take halfe back.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Bodie o' me, what a perver&s;e knave is this, to cro&s;&s;e me thus! <HI>Is</HI> there too much, &s;ay you? ha<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="23" REF="115">
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes truly, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let me &s;ee't. Go thy wayes, take thy mu|&s;ty books, and rhy ru&s;tie whittle here again. And take your fooli&s;h plodding dunci-coxcomely cour&s;e, till <HI>I</HI> look after you again. Come away &s;irrah.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Ex.</HI> with <HI>Belt.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sfoot, who's the Gull now? Taylor, Shoo|maker, you may go pawn your Gownes for any mo|ney <HI>I</HI> am like to have.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shoo.</SPEAKER>
<P>We have all played the Lavvyers to pret|ty purpo&s;e, in pleading all this while for nothing. Well &s;ir, to avoid further trouble, <HI>I</HI> am content to withdravv my action, that is, pull off your boots a|gain, and be jogging.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tayl.</SPEAKER>
<P>And for my part, &s;ir, <HI>I</HI> can do no le&s;&s;e then take you by default and non-&s;uit you.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Belt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very good Lavvyers both, <HI>Is</HI> my father quite gone <HI>Belt?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gone in a tempe&s;t of high di&s;plea&s;ure, &s;ir: And has &s;ent you here all the money he had about him; and bids you refu&s;e it if you dare, 'tis above tvvice the &s;umme he offered you before; but good &s;ir, do not refu&s;e it. He &s;vvears he vvill try vvhe|ther you or he &s;hall have his vvill. Take heed you cro&s;&s;e him not too much.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well at thy reque&s;t, becau&s;e thou &s;halt not have anger for carrying it back again, <HI>I</HI> vvill accept.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> thank you Sir. Con&s;ider, he's your fa|ther, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> do mo&s;t Reverend <HI>Belt.</HI> and vvould be loth to cro&s;&s;e him, although <HI>I</HI> may as much in taking his money as refu&s;ing it, for ought <HI>I</HI> knovv, for thou knovv'&s;t 'tis his cu&s;tome to cro&s;&s;e me, and the re&s;t
<PB N="28" REF="116">
of his children in all we do, to try and urge his obe|dience; 'tis an odde way: therefore to help my &s;elf I &s;eem to covet the things that I hate, and he pulls them from me; and makes &s;hew of loathing the things I covet, and he hurles them doubly at me, as now in this money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are you &s;o crafty?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, but do thou put it in his head, and I'le pick out thy braines.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>You never knew an old Serving-man treache|rous to his young Ma&s;ter: what? to the hopes o'th' hou&s;e; you will be heire, that's que&s;tionle&s;&s;e: for to your comfort, your elder brother growes every day more fool then the other. But now the re&s;t of the me&s;&s;age is, that you make ha&s;te, and come to my Ma&s;ter to the Goat in <HI>Covent-Garden,</HI> where he dines with his new Landlord to day.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>He has taken a hou&s;e then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, a mo&s;t delicate one, vvith a curious Belconee and all belonging to't mo&s;t &s;tately.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>At the Goat does he dine, &s;aye&s;t thou.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>My crevv are gone thither too. Pray <HI>Mars</HI> vve fall not foule of one another. Well, go thy vvay, pre&s;ent my duty to him, I'le follovv pre&s;entlie. Tell him <HI>I</HI> took his money vvith much unvvilling|ne&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>As Lavvyers do their fees. Let me alone &s;ir.</P>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well Tailor and Shoomaker; you have put me to't, but here's your money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shoo.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twas for that we did put you to't Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's &s;ee your biil Tailor</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tai.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here 'tis, &s;ir, as ready as a Watchmans.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then good vvords vvill pa&s;&s;e it, 7 li. 4. &s;h. tell your money; yours is 14 &s;h. boots and Gallo&s;hes.
<PB N="29" REF="116">
There 'tis and 12. d. to drink.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shoo.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> thank your vvor&s;hip.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are you right Tailor.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tai.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes and plea&s;e you Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's a &s;hilling for you too, to &s;pend in bread.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Shoo.</SPEAKER>
<P>He knows both our diets. We'll make bold to take leave of your wor&s;hip.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not &s;o bold as <HI>I</HI>'m glad <HI>I</HI>'m too well rid of you, mo&s;t courteous Gentlemen.</P>
<STAGE>Ex. Ta. Sh.</STAGE>
<P>To &s;ee what money can do; that can change mens manners, alter their conditions: how tempe&s;tuous the &s;laves were without it. O thou powerful metal! what authority is in thee! Thou art the Key to all mens mouthes. With thee a man may lock up the jawes of an informer, and without thee he cannot the lips of a Lawyer.</P>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD><HI>Scoen.</HI> II.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Cro&s;&s;ewill, Rookesbill, Gabriel, Kathe|rine, Lucy.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Down boy, and bid the Cook ha&s;ten din|ner.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dra.</SPEAKER>
<P>What will you plea&s;e to drink in the mean time, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> will not drink in the mean time, &s;ir, Get you gone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dra.</SPEAKER>
<P>A fine old humorous Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold up your head, Sirrah, and leave your preci&s;e folly. <HI>I</HI>'ll leave you to the wilde world el&s;e, dee &s;ee. <HI>Is</HI> the name of a Tavern &s;o odious to you? Ha. Your brother has vext me &s;ufficiently alreadie, and perhaps he'll refu&s;e to come too! If he dares let him. Welcome Mr. <HI>Rooksbil,</HI> welcom Landlord, and your faire daughter, welcome pretty one. Tru&s;t
<PB N="26" REF="117">
me a pretty one indeed, pray be acquainted with my daughter there. In your Maiden-company, <HI>I</HI> hope &s;he will not think the Tavern &s;uch a bugs nea&s;t as &s;he did. <HI>I</HI> had much ado to draw my rebellious chil|dren to the Tavern after me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>And truly, &s;ir, 'tis the fir&s;t to my knowledge that e're my daughter came into.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>All in good time, &s;he may encrea&s;e in ver|tue. But if it be a fault, (as i' my con&s;cience in his thought it is a great tran&s;gre&s;&s;ion) my un&s;etledne&s;&s;e, and unprovidedne&s;&s;e el&s;e, where or how to entertain a friend, or feed my &s;elfe, may well excu&s;e us all, dee &s;ee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>O <HI>Sir, I</HI> cannot enough admire that vertue in your &s;onne.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is a vice, as much a vice or more, as is your &s;onnes, your ca&s;t-aways as you call him, that &s;ucks no other ai<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">e, then that of Tavernes, Tap|hou&s;es, Brothels, and &s;uch like. <HI>I</HI> would their ex|tream qualities could meet each other at half-way, and &s;o mingle their &s;uperfluities of humour unto a mean betwixt 'hem. It might render them both al|lowable &s;ubjects, where now the one's a firedrake in the aire, and t'other a mandrake in the earth, both mi&s;|chievous, &s;ee how he &s;tands like a mole-catcher. What dirty dogged humour vvas <HI>I</HI> in vvhen <HI>I</HI> got him troe?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rooke&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hovve're his carriage &s;eems di&s;ta&s;teful un|to you, <HI>I</HI> could afford (vvith your allovvance, to make conditions of e&s;tate agreeable) to give all that is mine to him vvith my daughter.</P>
<STAGE>[A&s;ide</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a mechanick &s;lave is this, to thank a &s;onne of mine, hovve're <HI>I</HI> under-rate him, a fit mate to mingle blood vvith his moore-ditch breed. True, his e&s;tate is great, <HI>I</HI> under&s;tand it, but of all foule <HI>I</HI> love not Moor-hens. Such another motion
<PB N="27" REF="117">
vvould &s;tir me to roare him dovvn the tavern|&s;tairs.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rooks.</SPEAKER>
<P>What do you think on't &s;irs.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heaven grant me patience.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rooks.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will you con&s;ider of it Ma&s;ter <HI>Cro&s;&s;e|will.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> was never &s;o put to't. <HI>I</HI> wi&s;h we had a &s;tickler. <HI>I</HI> mu&s;e that Ma&s;ter <HI>Cockbrayne</HI> &s;tayes thus.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rooks.</SPEAKER>
<P>You do not mind my motion &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Uds precious <HI>I</HI> minde nothing, <HI>I</HI> am &s;o cro&s;t in mind thar <HI>I</HI> can minde nothing, nor <HI>I</HI> will minde nothing, dee &s;ee. Why comes not Mr. <HI>Cockbrayue,</HI> Ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rooks.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yet you minde him it &s;eems. But he, &s;ir, cannot come, and de&s;ires you to hold him excu&s;'d. He's gone about &s;ome &s;pecial undertaking, for the good of the Common-wealth, he &s;ayes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fart for his undertaking; all the world is bent to cro&s;&s;e me. What is my young Ma&s;ter come? ha!</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Belt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>My young Ma&s;ter Mr. <HI>Mihil</HI> will be here pre&s;ently, he &s;aid he would follow me at heeles, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>And why not come before you, &s;ir. Does he not think that I have waited long enough, &s;ir? &s;ure I'll cro&s;&s;e &s;ome body under that knaves pate of yours, d'y'fee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thus when any body angers him, I am &s;ure to hear on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>So now my &s;pleen is a little palliated, let me &s;peak with you Mr. <HI>Rooksbill.</HI> Get you down, Sir|rah; and bring me word, dinner is not ready, and I'll give you as much more, d'ye &s;ee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="32" REF="118">
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's his way to his &s;tomach.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>And is your brother that your father &s;ayes is &s;o ungracious, &s;o well acquainted with my brother <HI>Mihil,</HI> &s;ay you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh all in all, he's not &s;o familiar with any man, if <HI>Mihil Cro&s;will</HI> be your brother, as 'tis mani|fe&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would not that my father knew it, for all I can expect from him but his ble&s;&s;ing, but does your father know it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, I would not he &s;hould mi&s;tru&s;t it for all he has, ble&s;&s;ing and all; and now that I have found you love your brother fo well, <HI>I</HI> will make over my rea&s;on and my coun&s;el in tru&s;t with you, hoping you will not wrong that tru&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>If I do, may the due price of treachery be my reward.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I love your brother, Lady, and he loves me. The only good act that ever my brother did, was to bring us acquainted, and is indeed all that he has to live on. For I do &s;uccour him with many a &s;tolne peece for the felicitie he brought me in your brothers love. Now, my father, who&s;e irreconcileable hate has for e|ver di&s;carded my brother, &s;hould he but dream of their acquaintance, would poi&s;on all my hopes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>But let me ask you, is there an hope betwixt you and my brother ever to come together?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, and a way he has for<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">t, which I under|&s;tand not yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tru&s;t me, I pity you both, your ca&s;e is very dangerous.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Love's above all adventures, the more hard the atchievement is, the &s;weeter the reward.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>I like her &s;pirit well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>You Sir, come hither, what is hammering in your head now?</P>
<P><PB N="33" REF="118">
Is't not &s;ome Synodical que&s;tion to put unto the brethren, concerning Whit&s;onales and Maygames? ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Surely &s;ir, I was premeditating a fit thank&s;|giving to be rendred before meat in. Tavernes, accord|ing to the pre&s;ent occa&s;ion which the time and place ad|mini&s;treth, and that as the &s;pirit &s;hall enable me, &s;hall be delivered before you in due &s;ea&s;on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am glad I know your minde; for that trick, my zealous &s;onne, you &s;hall come in at half-dinner, like a Chafing-di&s;h of coales, when the &s;awce is cold, to make u&s;e of the heat of your &s;pirit; d ye &s;ee. I love not meat twice dre&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good &s;ir, put the Propo&s;ition to him, that I made my affection to him, urges it more and more, I never was &s;o taken with a man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>But what's that to your daughter? ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>The &s;ame affection governes her, &s;he is not mine el&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, hold your peace, and was that your &s;pi|ritual meditation?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, verily.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come Sir, at this Gentlemans reque&s;t I will now put a que&s;tion to you concerning the fle&s;h. What, think you of yond Virgin there his daughter? can you affect her &s;o well as to wi&s;h her to be your wedded wife?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mean, elpou&s;ed in holy Matrimony.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, I mean &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>hum hum hum P&s;alm tune. How happy.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>But do thou &s;ay, yes verily to that, and as I hope to have peace in my grave. I'll break the Kings peace on thy pate pre&s;ently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is a weighty que&s;tion, and requires due pre|meditation in a religious an&s;wer, pray give me leave to take advice&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="34" REF="119">
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;ayes he, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;ayes he will talk with a cunning man a|bout her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure you mi&s;take him, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vint.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are welcome, Gentlemen. <HI>Will. Harry, Zachary.</HI></P>
<STAGE>Goat names.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Zachary</HI> is a good name.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vint.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where are you? he (rings the bell) &s;hew up into the <HI>Phoenix.</HI> Is the <HI>Checque</HI> empty?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hoyday, here's a din.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>A pottle of Canarie to the <HI>Dolphin,</HI> &s;core.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vint.</SPEAKER>
<P>Y' are welcome, Gentlemen, take up the lil|lie-pot.</P>
<STAGE>[Knock</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>Half a dozen of clean pipes and a candle for the <HI>Elcphant.</HI> They take their own Tobaccho.</P>
<STAGE>Pots flie clink.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vint,</SPEAKER>
<P>Who&s;e room do they foul <HI>Sirrah, Harry, Harry?</HI></P>
<STAGE>(Bell)</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do Elephants take Tobaccho?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vint.</SPEAKER>
<P>Carry up a <HI>Jordan</HI> for the <HI>Maidenhead,</HI> and a quart of white muskadine for the <HI>blew Bore.</HI></P>
<STAGE>Run down the staires.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now me thinks, the muskadine for tht <HI>Maidenhead,</HI> and the <HI>Jordan</HI> for the <HI>Bore</HI> were better.</P>
<STAGE>Fiddlers be|low tuning.</STAGE>
<P>Knock aboue, and a pot thrown. Why boyes, draw|er, rogues, take up, (below) By and by, by and by, (above) Wine, Tobaccho.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>What variety of noi&s;es is here? and all excel|lent ill &s;ounds. (Above) Call up the Fidlers, <HI>Sirrah.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Such cries as the&s;e went forth before the de&s;o|lation of the great City.</P>
<STAGE>[Fidling rude tunes.</STAGE>
<P>O prophane tinkling the cymbals of Satan; that tickle the care with vanity, to lift up the mind to lewd|ne&s;&s;e. Mine eares &s;hall be that of the Adder again&s;t the Song of the Serpent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="35" REF="119">
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>O rare, in a young man!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will roare out aloud to drown your Incan|tations. Yea, I will &s;et out a throat even as the bea&s;t that belloweth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mo&s;t happy youth!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold your peace, Sirrah, or I'le make you bel|low for &s;omething.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Mihil, Nick.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sfoot-back, <HI>Nick</HI> to your own room. Thy father's here too, as I breath.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow?</P>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>My <HI>Lucie</HI> too, as I live. How the devil got they acquainted? Sure he's his Landlord 'Tis &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dare you come, &s;ir, you &s;hould have &s;tayed now till you had been &s;ent for.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Verily, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are you at your Verilies too? ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>But for di<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">plea&s;ing you, I had rather have graz'd on <HI>Littletons</HI> Commons, or ha' fa&s;ted this fourt|night, then come for my repa&s;t into this Wilderne&s;&s;e; but you will ha' it &s;o</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are in the right Sir, I'le have it &s;o in|deed, I'le know why I &s;hall not el&s;e. What do you know no bodie here?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>I crie them mercie, my good brother,&mdash;and my loving &s;i&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>But what vertuous men has this man to his &s;ons, and how they thrive in grace again&s;t his will, it &s;eems.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Gentlewoman is this of your acquaint|ance, Si&s;ter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis well di&s;&s;embled brother, but I know your cunning.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have you betray'd me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="36" REF="120">
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Mum</HI> Mr. <HI>Mihil, mum.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vint.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Harry, Harry.</HI></P>
<STAGE>Enter Drawer ha&s;tily.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>By and by.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>What devil art thou that roare&s;t in mine eare &s;o.</P>
<STAGE>[Beats the Drawer.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, I be&s;eech you, I come to wait upon you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, with a By and by, that &s;trikes into my head as &s;harp as a Stellatto.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>I come to tell you, &s;ir, that your table's co|vered in a fairer Room, and more private, your meat is ready to go up, and all in a readine&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now thou art an hone&s;t fellow, there's a couple of &s;hillings for thee. Have us out of thy windmil here, I prithee, and thy By and by's.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>Act. <HI>III</HI></HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Captain</HI> Driblow, <HI>Clotpoll, Nick, Anthony, Drawer, A Table, Pot and Gla&s;&s;es.</HI></STAGE>
<P>GO <HI>Sirrah,</HI> make your reckoning for our din|ner. Leave us this wine, and come when we call you. We have bu&s;ine&s;&s;e.</P>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall, &s;ir, by and by.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, &s;ir, you will be of both you &s;ay, the Blade and the Battoon?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Of both, &s;ir, by all meanes, both <HI>Philoblathi|cus</HI> and <HI>Philobatticus,</HI> I. I'le now have all that be|longs to your order, or all my money again, that's for a certain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="37" REF="120">
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your money again? loe you there. You bring me a fit man, Gentlemen to be &s;worn, do you not? that talks of money again, when 'tis a main Article in the Oath, never to look for money again, once disfinger'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>You will not &s;poil all now 'tis come &s;o far? will you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;ir, when I have my Oath, and that I am &s;worn one of you. I'le do as you do, and care as little for money as he that has lea&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, to the Oath then, for both the B&s;ade and the Battoon you &s;ay?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>I by all meanes, Captain, for both. S'lid the Battoon may &s;tick to me, when the Blade may flie out o'th' Hilts.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, to the Brokers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lay your hands on the&s;e Hilts, &s;ir. The Ar|ticles that you depo&s;e unto are the&s;e, To be true and faithful unto the whole Fraternity of the Blade and the Battoon, and to every member thereof.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>As ever faithful member was.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>That at no time, wittingly or ignorantly, drunk or &s;ober, you reveal or make di&s;covery of the Brother, or a member of the Brotherhood, of his lodg|ing, haunts, or by-walks, to any Creditor, Officer, Sut|ler, or &s;uch like dangerous or &s;u&s;pitious per&s;on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>I defie them all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>That if any of the Brotherhood be in re|&s;traint or di&s;tre&s;&s;e by impri&s;onment, &s;ickne&s;&s;e, or what&s;oever engagement, you make his ca&s;e your own, and your pur&s;e and your travel his; and that if a bro|ther die or fini&s;h his dayes, by end timely or untimelie, by Surfet, Sword, or Law. You wear the &s;able order of the Riband in remembrance of him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>A convenient cheap way of mourning.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>That your pur&s;e and weapon to the utmo&s;t
<PB N="38" REF="121">
of your &s;trength, be on all occa&s;ions drawn to the a&s;|&s;i&s;tance or defence of a Brother or Brothers friend, be it he, be it &s;he.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>I under&s;tand you, and &s;hall be as forward to fight for a She-friend, as ever the be&s;t man in the mir|rour of Knighthood was for an hone&s;t woman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>That you be ever at deadly defiance with all &s;uch people, as Protections are directed to in Parlia|ment, and that you watch all occa&s;ions to prevent or re&s;cue Gentlemen from the gripes of the Law bri&s;&s;ons. That you may thereby endear your &s;elfe into noble &s;ociety, and drink the juice of the Varlets labours for your officious intru&s;ions.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>And that will go down bravely.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t rank your &s;elf &s;o much the better man, by how much the more drink you are able to purcha&s;e at others co&s;ts.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Excellent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cupt.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are to let no man take wall of you, but &s;uch as you &s;uppo&s;e will either beat you or lend you money.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Better and better &s;till.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>The re&s;t of your duties for brevity &s;ake you &s;hall finde &s;pecified in that copy of your Order. Ki&s;s the book.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le &s;wear to them what&s;oever they be.</P>
<P>So, now I am a Blade, and of a better Rowe then tho&s;e of <HI>Tytere tu,</HI> or <HI>Oatmeal hoe,</HI> and &s;o an health to our Fraternity, and in chief to our Noble Captain <HI>Driblow.</HI></P>
<STAGE>[Drinks.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick. Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Agreed, Agreed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now are you to practi&s;e or exerci&s;e your qua|lity on the next you meet that is not of the Brother|hood.</P>
<STAGE><PB N="39" REF="121">
<HI>Enter</HI> Mihil.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are you one of the Brotherhood &s;ir, of the <HI>Philoblathici.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>I had el&s;e lo&s;t much &s;ir, I have paid all dues be|longing to it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>So have I as I hope to gain honour by't 40 li. thick at lea&s;t; yet I have this left, plea&s;e you command the half &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Another time, your reckoning is not yet paid perhaps.</P>
<STAGE>[Clot. puts his money in his pocket.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis the fir&s;t money of mine that was refu&s;'d &s;ince my coming to Town. I &s;hall &s;ave infinitely.</P>
<P>I &s;ee now that I am &s;worn. How would I &s;wear to get by it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take heed of that, Come hither &s;on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>How have you &s;crewed this youth up into this humour, that was &s;uch a dry mi&s;erable Clown but two dayes &s;ince.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>The old way, by watching of him, and keep|ing him high-flown a mattet of fourty eight houres to|gether.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Men are apt to beleeve &s;trange fancies in their liquour, and to entertain new opinions.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have fa&s;tned three or foure cups upon my preci&s;e brother. I would 'twere as many pottles, &s;o it would convert him into the right way of good fel|low&s;hip.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vvould vve could &s;ee him, to try vvhat good vve could do upon him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Perhaps vve might convert him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's above &s;till vvith the old men. I &s;tole from him, but to &s;ee if your <HI>Italick</HI> My&s;tre&s;&s;e vvere come yet. Your Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, &s;he comes anon; but is my affliction a|bove &s;till.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="40" REF="122">
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thy father? yes</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ptithee do not call him my father le&s;s he took better cour&s;es.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;o is thy Si&s;ter; the little Rogue looks &s;o &s;queami&s;hly on me, and I on her, as we had never &s;een before; but the fooli&s;h Ape out of a pre&s;ent affecti|on &s;he has taken to my Si&s;ter, has di&s;covered to her the whole di&s;cour&s;e of our love, and my familiarity with thee, which were enough to &s;poile all, if it were di&s;covered to the old folkes, befote my cards were play'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, remember Mr. <HI>Mihil,</HI> you have pro|mi&s;ed me half, if the old dogged fellow give her all, and you marry her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou can&s;t not doubt me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick</SPEAKER>
<P>You know I can &s;poile all when I li&s;t, but to &s;hew my countenance in your cau&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Such is your vertue, Sir. Well, I'le up to 'em again before I be mi&s;t; and when they part, I am for you again.</P>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> have given you all the rudimenrs, and my mo&s;t fatherly advices withal.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>And the la&s;t is that <HI>I</HI> &s;hould not &s;wear, how make you that good? <HI>I</HI> thought now <HI>I</HI> was &s;worne into this Brotherhood, <HI>I</HI> might have &s;worne what, and as much as I would.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's mo&s;t unnece&s;&s;ary, for look you &s;on, the be&s;t, and even the leude&s;t of my &s;ons do forbear it, not out of con&s;cience, but for very good ends; and in &s;tead of an Oath furni&s;h the mouth with &s;ome af|fected Prote&s;tation. As I am hone&s;t, it is &s;o. I am no hone&s;t man if it be not. Ud take me, if I lie to you. Nev'rgo, nev'r&s;tirre, l vow, and &s;uch like.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Or never credit me or let me never be tru&s;ted.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="41" REF="122">
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>O take heed of that, that may be &s;poken in &s;o ill an houre, that you may run out of reputati|on, and never be tru&s;ted indeed; the other will gaine you credit, and bring you into good and civil e&s;timati|on with your Ho&s;te&s;&s;es; and make 'em terme you a faire conditioned Gentleman if he had it; and truly I never heard wor&s;e word come out of his mouth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nev'r-go, nev'r-&s;tir, I vow. l'le have, I vow then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow, but you &s;hall not, that's mine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot</SPEAKER>
<P>Cann't you lend it me now and then brother? I'le have, I &s;wear then, and come as nigh &s;wearing as I can.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> &s;wear but you mu&s;t not, that's mine you know.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> prote&s;t then, <HI>I</HI>'le have I prote&s;t, that's a Ci|ty-word, and be&s;t to cozen with.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come boyes, fall to &s;ome practice, Let me &s;ee about at the new French balls, &s;prung out of the old Engli&s;h vapours</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> prote&s;t come on. <HI>I</HI>'le make a third man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who&s;e man are you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who&s;e man is not to be asked, nor &s;carce who&s;e &s;ubject, now he is of our Brotherhood.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, by your favour he may ask.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> ask no favour, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>That may be granted.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>You can grant nothing in this kinde.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> vow he may grant any thing of any kinde.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;wear, I neither can, nor will grant that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>That, I prote&s;t, may bear exception in|deed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Exceptions among&s;t us? nay, then I vow.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;wear.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="42" REF="123">
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I prote&s;t&mdash;</P>
<STAGE>[Up with their Battoons</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Part faire my boyes; 'tis very well per|form'd; now drink a round to qualifie this bout.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Cockbrain.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All.</SPEAKER>
<P>Agreed on all parts.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look upon me ye Common-wealths men now, like a State-Surgeon, while I &s;earch and try</P>
<L>The ulcerous coare of foule enormitie.</L>
<L>The&s;e are a parcel of tho&s;e venomous weeds,</L>
<L>That ranklie pe&s;ter this faire Garden-plot.</L>
<L>Who&s;e boi&s;terous growth is &s;uch, that I mu&s;t u&s;e</L>
<L>More policie then &s;trength to reach their root,</L>
<L>And hoi&s;t them up at once.</L>
<L>This is my way to get within 'em.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>So, 'tis gone round.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;e the&s;e Mumpers come not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be&s;t &s;end a boy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Drawer, ha! where be tho&s;e Ra&s;calls? (Within) By and by.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are you one of 'em, &s;ir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am one that has the favour of the hou&s;e, &s;ir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>To intrude into Gentlemens privacies? ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>To &s;eek a poor living and 't plea&s;e you, by picking up the crums of your liberalitie, for the u&s;e of my rare qualities.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>And what's your qualitie?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is to &s;peak or &s;ing <HI>ex tempore</HI> upon any Theame, that your fancie or the pre&s;ent occa&s;ion &s;hall admini&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Can you drink before you lay your lips to't</P>
<STAGE>[Gla&s;&s;e in's face.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>O my weak eye-&s;ight.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="43" REF="123">
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Or can you eate a cru&s;t without chawing, made of the Flower of Battoon.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>O good Gentlemen, forbear, I be&s;eech you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>The flower of Battoon. <HI>I</HI> prote&s;t a good je&s;t, and 'twas mine own before I was aware, for he had the Maidenhead or fir&s;t-blow of my Battoon. Nay, it &s;hall down.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> will not yet de&s;i&s;t; but &s;uffer private affli|ction with a Romane re&s;olution for the publike wel|fare, with full a&s;&s;urance that my fortitude &s;hall at la&s;t get within 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are not &s;atisfied, i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;eems, you Ra&s;cal, get you gone.</P>
<STAGE>[Kicks him.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Phew! beat not the poor fellow &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let me come to him again, and fle&s;h my &s;elf upon him. I will not only fle&s;h my &s;elf, but tire up|on him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Enough, enough, good Gentlemen, you have beaten me enough of con&s;cience. Was ever good Pa|triot &s;o rudely handled? but the end crowns all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Forbear him &s;ons. What can&s;t thou be, that can&s;t not be &s;atisfied with beating? &s;peak, art a man or a Gho&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have been, Sir, a man, and of my hands, howe're misfortune humbles me under your man|hoods. But <HI>I</HI> have &s;een the face of warre, and &s;erv'd in the Low-countreys, though I &s;ay't, on both &s;ides.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then 'tis impo&s;&s;ible this fellow can be beat out of countenance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mick.</SPEAKER>
<P>We'll leave him in his qualiry for that con|&s;tant vertue.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure, 'tis <HI>Fenner</HI> or his Gho&s;t. He was a ri|ming &s;ouldier. Look, do his eyes &s;tand right?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>They had a di&s;h e'ne now, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="44" REF="124">
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Of &s;ack, 'tis true here, take another, and wa&s;h the in&s;ide of your Throat. And let us hear your pipes in their right tune.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Give me a Theam Gentlemen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>The prai&s;e of &s;ack. Sing the prai&s;e of &s;ack.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let it be of the Blade.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>And the Battoon, I be&s;eech you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you call, Gentlemen?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow, I will have &s;ack.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>T'other quart of Canarie? you &s;hall.</P>
<STAGE>[Takes pot.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are your eares &s;o quick? I vow, I'le dull 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>Anon, anon.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ay, a &s;ong of Sack.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, let it be of Sack.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now you pump, do you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, &s;ir, but think of a tune.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>If he can pump us up a &s;pring of Sack, we'll keep him, and break half the Vintners in Town.</P>
<STAGE><HI>(Song.</HI> Now <HI>B.</HI> and <HI>Clot.</HI> askes <HI>Gabriel,</HI> Are you a b<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">other. They fall in the burthen.)</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow, well-&s;aid.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;wear, 'twas well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>I prote&s;t the be&s;t that I have heard in this kind. I wonder at his ability. I prithee, art not ac|quainted with my two Poetical Drury-lane Writers? the Cobler and the Tap&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>No &s;ir, not I, I work not their way. What I do is <HI>ex tempore</HI> after the Theme given.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>But they run quite before you. Their Works are in print &s;ometimes&punc; and ready to be &s;ung about &s;treets, of men that are hang'd before they come to the Gallowes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>But did not <HI>Mihil</HI> &s;ay he would come again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="45" REF="124">
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I marvel at his &s;tay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, and the Mumpers, when come they? I long to &s;ee the Si&s;ters, now <HI>I</HI> am a brother &s;worn and entred.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Pig.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>O here comes news. How now pig?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pig.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t all pre&s;entlie to the <HI>Paris</HI> Tavern.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mu&s;t? at who&s;e &s;uit!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pig.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mr. <HI>Mihil</HI> bade me tell you &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is he gone from hence?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pig.</SPEAKER>
<P>He is, and all his gone and di&s;per&s;ed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then the old Jew my father's gone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pig.</SPEAKER>
<P>Only there's one delicate demure Gentleman with Mr. <HI>Mihil.</HI> travell'd along with him towards <HI>Pa|ris. I</HI> believe he meanes to make a mouth of him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, 'tis his preci&s;e brother. But vvhere's thy My&s;tre&s;&s;e, and Madama <HI>Damaris?</HI> that they come not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pig.</SPEAKER>
<P>They de&s;ire to meet you there too, 'tis more private.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Avvay vve'll follovv thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Pig,</HI> hovv does thy father <HI>Hog,</HI> the Turkie Merchant?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pig.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> am in ha&s;te, Sir.</P>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why Turkie Merchant?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pig.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e he trades in nothing but Turkie commodities; Egges and Concubines; 'tvvere vvell to geld him, and &s;end him to the Grand Seignior, to vvait in his <HI>Seraglio.</HI></P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Dravver.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou ha&s;t &s;uch a vvit in this <HI>Clotpoll</HI> of thine. The Reckoning <HI>Drawer.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="46" REF="125">
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here, here, Sir; here's your bill.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let &s;ee the &s;umme. What is't <HI>Drawer?</HI> 40. &s;h. and 3. d. Si, your dinner, and what you had &s;ince, in all, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt,</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis very rea&s;onable, Commend me to thy Ma&s;ter. Son <HI>Clotpoll</HI> pay't. It is your duty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, for my Brother&s;hip.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Boyes, I mu&s;t leave you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>40. &s;h. for foure mens dinners, note that, yet he &s;ayes 'tis rea&s;onable.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Captain, He was ever the faire&s;t Reckoner, though he has never the luck to pay any thing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fare you well, father.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>When we have further occa&s;ion, we'll re|pair to your lodging.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>At <HI>Bloomesbury.</HI> Father, I know.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Bloomsbury?</HI> good, I note it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirrah, look to the &s;econd Article of your Oath.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Again&s;t di&s;covery of lodgings, haunts, or by-walks, <HI>I</HI> am warn'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look that you be &s;o.</P>
<STAGE>Ex. Capt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>40. &s;h. and 3. d. you'l bate the 3. d. will you not?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>We'll not much &s;tand for that Sir, though our Ma&s;ter &s;its at deare rent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Give me your two peeces.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray let me &s;ee the bill before you pay it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, I can hold it then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Bread and beer, 1. &s;h. 4. d. I do not think we four could eat 3. d. of bread, and for my part, I drank but two gla&s;&s;es of beer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I but one, Ivow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>And my father and I but one betwixt us, I prote&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="47" REF="125">
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha' you no men below?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Below the earth doe&s;t mean? I am &s;ure we have none above-ground.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know not, Gentlemen, there's &s;o much reckon'd at the bar, and you plea&s;e you may &s;ee it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, an't be at the bar, it &s;tands for Law. Well, wine 5 &s;h. 9. d. I think we had no le&s;&s;e. A Shoulder of Mutton &s;tuff't with Oy&s;ters 8. &s;h. that co&s;t your Ma&s;ter very near ten groats, a brace of Par|tridge 5. &s;h. a couple of Cocks 4. &s;h. 6. d. a dozen of Larks 20. d. Anchovis 6. &s;h. I &s;wear but a Sawcer full.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le be &s;worne they are &s;o much reckon'd in the Kitch<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">n.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>All's law, I tell you, all's law in Tavernes. But I hope there will be a law for you one o'the&s;e dayes. Then is their Fruit and Chee&s;e, Tobaccho, Fire, and I know not what, is't right ca&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>There is more hope of that young man, then of all the re&s;t, indeed it is a &s;ore abu&s;e, another verie weed in the city. I do note that al&s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirrah, before you have your money, fetch me a gla&s;&s;e of Beere. But can&s;t thou &s;ing this upon a|ny &s;ubject.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Any &s;ir, any, an't be till midnight.</P>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>But you have &s;trange helps to your inventi|on. I did note the rolling o' th' eye, and rubbing your Brows &s;ometimes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>So did I, I prote&s;t, and therefore, I tell you what. If he can &s;ing &s;uch another Song, and look &s;tedfa&s;tly the while upon any thing, and hold his hands behind him. <HI>I</HI>'le give him half a crown; if not, he &s;hall ha' nothing for tother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Agreed Gentlemen, give me your Theme.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall give it him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="48" REF="126">
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>And withal, watch him if he &s;tir hand or eye, e&s;pecially the eye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will I prote&s;t, and &s;et mine eye again&s;t his, that he &s;hall not twink, but <HI>I</HI>'le perceive it, and lay him o're the pare.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well Sir, your Theme.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>In prai&s;e of the Battoon, and if you mi&s;&s;e it you &s;hall be &s;ure on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>You'll help me with the burthen, Gentle|men.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, yes, for the more grace of the Song.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take you no care for that. Set your eyes and begin.</P>
<LG>
<HEAD>SONG.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>To prove the Battoon the mo&s;t noble to be.</L>
<L>Of all other weapons ob&s;erve his degree,</L>
<L>In Field to be Leader of all other Armes,</L>
<L>To conque&s;t and honour, through hazard and harms.</L>
<L>The Gallant and Pea&s;ant, the Lord and the Lowne.</L>
<L>Mu&s;t move by the motion of the Leaders Battoon.</L>
<L>O give me the Battoon.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Pike and the Halbert are &s;ubject to it.</L>
<L>The En&s;igne, the Partizan, all mu&s;t &s;ubmit,</L>
<L>To advance, or retire, fall back, or come on.</L>
<L>As they are directed by the Leaders Battoon.</L>
<L>Then it is to the Souldier the greate&s;t Renown,</L>
<L>To purcha&s;e by &s;ervice to bear the Battoon.</L>
<L>O give me the Battoon.</L>
</LG>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Marry, and take it Sir, why do you &s;tare a|bout? though you have broke Covenant, <HI>I</HI> have not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where be the Gentlemen?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="49" REF="126">
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! they are not gone, I hope, where be my brothers Drawer.</P>
<STAGE>Enter Drawer.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gone &s;ir, and have &s;ent me to you for the reckoning.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>I prote&s;t you je&s;t, do you not? I gave 'em the full &s;umme, and all the money <HI>I</HI> had, <HI>I</HI> prote&s;t, <HI>I</HI> &s;wear, <HI>I</HI> vow, now they are not here, <HI>I</HI> may make bold with their words. They have my money, <HI>I</HI> am &s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you have no money, pray leave a pawne, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take him there, put him in a cage, and let him &s;ing it out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>We know him not, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clat.</SPEAKER>
<P>No? he &s;aid he had the favour of the hou&s;e to &s;ing to Gentlemen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> feare <HI>I</HI> &s;hall be di&s;covered, &s;ir, <HI>I</HI> can give your wor&s;hip credit for a peece till you come to your lodging.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prote&s;t, thou art generous; nay, <HI>I</HI> know where to finde'em; and thou &s;halt go with me to 'em, we will not part now, wee'll &s;houne 'em. <HI>I</HI> vow, (the words out) here, <HI>I</HI>'le leave my &s;word for t'other peece.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your &s;word will not &s;erve, &s;ir, <HI>I</HI> doubt.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take my coat too, a friend and a Battoon is better then a coat and a &s;word at all times.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> am glad my feare is over. And after all my &s;ufferings, if at la&s;t</L>
<L><HI>Cock braine</HI> crow not the&s;e roaring Lions down,</L>
<L>Let him be balladed about the Town.</L>
<STAGE>Ex. omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<PB N="50" REF="127">
<HEAD><HI>Scoen.</HI> 2.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Lucie, Katharine, Belt.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let me now bid you welcome to my fathers hou&s;e, where till your own be fitted, though my father keep too private a family to expre&s;&s;e large entertain|ment, yet I hope at wor&s;t you &s;hall ha' convenient lodging.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed, <HI>I</HI> am glad that my father yielded to your fathers friendly reque&s;t in it; and the more, in regard he is &s;o hard to be entreated to any thing; but e&s;pecially for your &s;ocieties &s;ake, &s;weet Si&s;ter. In|deed I'le call you Si&s;ter alwayes, and I hope you &s;hall be &s;hortly in my brother <HI>Mihils</HI> right.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have laid open my heart to you, which in|deed is his, but your father, I feare, will never be wonne.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why you would not have him too, Si&s;ter, would you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>His con&s;ent <HI>I</HI> would, and my fathers, <HI>I</HI> hope, would ea&s;ily be wrought. You &s;aw he was willing your other brother &s;hould have me at the fir&s;t &s;ight, meerly for his re&s;ervedne&s;&s;e, and <HI>Mihil</HI> methought carried him&s;elf as civil to day as he; <HI>I</HI> mean, as ci|villy for a Gentleman, that &s;hould not look like one fathers of the Dutch Church at five and twenty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>He was put to't to day. The noi&s;e of the Tavern had almo&s;t wrought his zeale in<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">o fury, it is &s;carce out of my head yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>But you were about to tell me how he fir&s;t fell into this veine, this vanity indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le tell you now, and in that &s;omething worth your ob&s;ervation.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> will ob&s;erve you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>My father has an humour, not to like any thing at fir&s;t, nor accept be&s;t courte&s;ies of friends,
<PB N="51" REF="127">
though pre&s;ently he findes 'em mo&s;t commodious to him; things that he knows not how to be without, and oftentimes de&s;ires with the &s;ame breath the things he vili&s;ied, and &s;corn'd them the la&s;t &s;yllable he &s;pake before. You &s;aw when your father offered him the u&s;e of his hou&s;e here, till his own be furni&s;hed, he cried, hah <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> are all the hou&s;es in the Town yours Sir; and yet pre&s;ently entreated for't, and thanked him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>That &s;hews the be&s;t nature, they &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>But that is &s;eldome attended by the be&s;t fortune. Nay, in us, <HI>I</HI> mean, his children, he will like nothing, no, not tho&s;e actions which he him|&s;elf cannot deny are vertuous; he will cro&s;&s;e us in all we do, as if there were no other way to &s;hew his power over our obedience.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis a &s;trange fatherly care.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now, note the puni&s;hment that followes it. There's not a chil<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">e he has, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">hough we all know what we do, that make any con&s;cience of cro&s;&s;ing him, we have &s;o much of his good nature in us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>And that's as odde a duty in children.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> mu&s;t confe&s;&s;e it is a &s;tubbornne&s;&s;e.</P>
<P>Yet for the mo&s;t part we do nothing, but that which mo&s;t Parents would allow in their children: and now for my brother <HI>Gabriel,</HI> with whom I mu&s;t bring in the &s;tory of another Kin&s;woman of ours, my father had at home with us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>So.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, mark, <HI>I</HI> pray you, as <HI>I</HI> would entreat an Auditorie, if <HI>I</HI> now were a Poet to mark the Plot, and &s;everal points of my play, that they might not &s;ay when 'tis done, they under&s;tood not this or that, or how &s;uch a part came in or went out, becau&s;e they did not ob&s;erve the pa&s;&s;ages.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well on, I pray.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>My brother <HI>Gabriel,</HI> when he was a boy, nay,
<PB N="52" REF="128">
till within the&s;e two yeares, vvas the wilde&s;t unta|med thing that the countrey could po&s;&s;ibly hold.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>So he is &s;till for ought <HI>I</HI> know, for <HI>I</HI> think no man of his Religion in his wits.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> mean in outvvard conver&s;ation, he vvas the Ring-leader of all the youthful Frie, to Faires, to Wakes, to May-games, footbal-matches, any thing that had but noi&s;e and tumult in it; then he was Captain of the young train-band, and exerci&s;ed the youth of tvventy pari&s;hes in martial di&s;cipline. O he did love to imitate a &s;ouldier the be&s;t,&mdash;and &s;o in every thing, that there vvas not an hand&s;om maid in an whole County could be quiet for him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>He may be good at that &s;port &s;till, for there is almo&s;t none of his &s;ect holds any other game lavvful.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yet did he bear the civille&s;t aud the be&s;t or|dered affection to our Kin&s;vvoman I &s;pake of.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, <HI>I</HI> remember.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>So loving to her per&s;on, &s;o tender of her ho|nour that nothing but too near affinity of blood could have kept them a&s;under.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;he did love him as vvell!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>O dearly, vertuou&s;ly vvell; but my father fearing vvhat youth in heat of blood might do, re|moves my brother <HI>Gabriel</HI> from home into the &s;er|vice of a Reverend Bi&s;hop to follovv good ex|amples.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>But he learned not to be a Puritane there I hope.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall hear, Si&s;ter, &s;oon after came a Gal|lant into the countrey from <HI>London</HI> here, and as vve after found, a Citizens &s;onne, though he &s;hevved like a Lord there. Briefly, he grevv acquainted vvith my brother <HI>Mihil.</HI> Then vvoo'd and vvonne my
<PB N="53" REF="128">
Cou&s;in &s;o &s;ecretly, my father never &s;u&s;pected, nor he nor <HI>I</HI> e're knevv vvho&s;e &s;on he vvas, nor of vvhat occupation my old lord his father vvas; but he pro|mi&s;'d her marriage, clap't her, you may gue&s;&s;e vvhere, and &s;o like the &s;lippery Trojan left her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Euc.</SPEAKER>
<P>O divelli&s;h Ra&s;cal!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>And fooli&s;h creature, &s;he vvho &s;oon repented it, and vvith her &s;hame is fled to vvhat part of the vvorld vve knovv not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>In truth 'tis pitiful, that villain vvould be hang'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Novv upon this, my poor brother that lov'd her &s;o, fell into di&s;content, for&s;ook his lord, and vvould have left the Land, but that he vvas prevented and brought home.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>And ever &s;ince he has been thus religious.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thus ob&s;tinate, for <HI>I</HI> think verily he does it but to cro&s;&s;e my father, for &s;ending him out of the vvay vvhen the mi&s;chief vvas done.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> vvill not then beleeve 'tis Religion in any of the gang of 'em, but meer vvilful affectation. But vvhy, or vvherein do you or <HI>Mihil.</HI> cro&s;&s;e your fa|ther.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>I tell you Si&s;ter vve mu&s;t. He is &s;o cro&s;&s;e him|&s;elf, that vve &s;hall never get any thing of him that we de&s;ire, but by de&s;iring the contrary.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why then do you de&s;ire him to get you an hus|band?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e he &s;hould get me none. O Si&s;ter, both he and Mr. <HI>Cockbrayne,</HI> can vvi&s;h novv that <HI>I</HI> had had his &s;on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's another youth novv gone on love's pilgrimage, e're &s;ince your father cro&s;thim in your love not to be heard of.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hu&s;h! the old men.</P>
<STAGE><PB N="54" REF="129">
<HI>Enter</HI> Rooksbill, Cro&s;will.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>In good truth &s;ir, I am taken with your con|ver&s;ation. I like it now exceeding well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm glad it plea&s;es you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis very faire and friendly, I finde we &s;hall accord.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am glad I have it for you Sir, I pray, make bold with it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ro<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">k.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then pray &s;ir, let me urge my motion a little further to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;,</SPEAKER>
<P>What is't? you cannot utter it &s;o ea&s;ily as I &s;hall grant it, out with it man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>That you will be plea&s;ed to accept my daugh|ter for either of your &s;ons, your younge&s;t if you plea&s;e, now I have &s;een him, I'le give him with her pre&s;ently, either in hand a thou&s;and pound, and five hundred pound a childe as fa&s;t as he can get 'em. And all I &s;hall die &s;eiz'd of.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a Dogbolt is this to think that I &s;hould get a childe for him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope you do think well on't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray love he does. I hope &s;o too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mark his An&s;wer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I could finde in my heart to ask his good-will my &s;elfe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>And that were a &s;ure way to go without it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;ay you, &s;ir, is't a match?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will not &s;tay a minute in thy hou&s;e, though <HI>I</HI> lie in the &s;treet for<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">t.</P>
<P>Huswife, <HI>I</HI>'le &s;ort you with f<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">tter companions, Come, follow me quickly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>H<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">aven ble&s;&s;e me and my childe too from matching with &s;uch a di&s;po&s;ition.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Truly, &s;ir, <HI>I</HI> long'd to be out o th' hou&s;e be|fore.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="55" REF="129">
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Before you came in it did you not? ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>The&s;e new walls do &s;o &s;tink of the lime me|thinks.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Marry fough, Gooddie Foy&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>There can be no healthie dwelling in 'em this twelve-moneth yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are you &s;o tender bodied?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>Even plea&s;e your &s;elves then where you can like better, and you &s;hall plea&s;e me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why you will not thru&s;t me out of your hou&s;e, will you? ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's no &s;uch ha&s;te, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed there is not, nor will I out for all your ha&s;te neither. I'le have look to my bargain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>With all my heart, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>But no more of your idle motions, if you love your ea&s;e in your hou&s;e, your <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">n here.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Belt.</STAGE>
<P>Here's a letter, &s;ir, from Mr. <HI>Cockbrayne.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is the earer paid, or give him that an't plea&s;e you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Some body has anger'd him, and I mu&s;t &s;uffer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ent you to &s;eek my &s;ons, good &s;ir, have you found 'em? ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>I cannot finde 'em &s;ir. They went out of the Tavern together, they &s;ay, and <HI>I</HI> have been at Mr. <HI>Mihils</HI> chamber, and there they are not. <HI>I</HI> went to the Tavern again, and there they were not. <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">hen I beat all the re&s;t o'th' bu&s;hes, in this four e&s;t of foo es and mad men, and cannot finde em I, where e're they be.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirrah, go finde em me where e're they be, a|ny where, or no where, finde 'em, and finde 'em
<PB N="56" REF="130">
quickly; I'le finde 'em in your Cock&s;combe el&s;e, d' ye &s;ee! and bring my &s;ons Sanctity home before it be dark, le&s;t he take up his lodging in a Church-porch; and charge Mr. <HI>Mihil</HI> that he come not to me till I &s;end for him. Here's danger i'th' hou&s;e. There was a match-motion indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good &s;ir, either like my hou&s;e well, or be plea&s;'d to plea&s;e your &s;elf with &s;ome better.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray Sir, be quiet in your hou&s;e, le&s;t I &s;end you out of it to &s;eek another. Let me &s;ee my cham|ber.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>He mu&s;t have his way, I &s;ee.</P>
<STAGE>Ex. omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>Act. <HI>IV.</HI></HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Bettie, Frank, <HI>with &s;words drawn make fa&s;t the doors.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<L>NAy, you perpetual Pu&s;&s;e, I'le fetch him out of the very bowels of thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>He never came &s;o deep him&s;elf yet with all that he could do, and I &s;corne the threatning of a She Marma&s;et.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>(Within) why <HI>Bettie, Frank,</HI> you mankinde Carions you. I vow, open the door, will you both kill one another, and cozen the Hangman of his fees?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou had&s;t been better have bit off the dugs of thy Damme, thou pin-buttock Jade thou, than have &s;napt a bit of mine from me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here's that &s;hall &s;tay your &s;tomack better then the bit you &s;narle for. Thou greedy Brach thou.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="57" REF="130">
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>(Within) why wenches, are ye wild? break open the doores.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>That I could &s;plit that divelli&s;h tongue of thine!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have as good a &s;pight at as ill a member about thee.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Nick, Anthony.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold, what's the devil in ye.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are ye &s;o &s;harp-&s;et ye Amazonian Trulls?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let me but make one pa&s;&s;e at her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray let me go, and let her come.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Can no blunter tooles then the&s;e &s;erve to take down your furies?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let me come but within nailes reach of het.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let me but try the &s;trength of my teeth upon her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<L>As <HI>Hector</HI> 'twixt the ho&s;ts of <HI>Greece</HI> and <HI>Troy,</HI></L>
<L>When <HI>Paris</HI> and the <HI>Spartane</HI> King &s;hould end</L>
<L>Their nine yeares warres, held up his brazen lance.</L>
<L>In &s;ignal, that both Armies &s;hould &s;urcea&s;e,</L>
<L>And hear him &s;peak. So let me crave your audience.</L>
<L>Dear <HI>Bettie</HI> be advi&s;'d, and <HI>Frank,</HI> forbear</L>
<L>Thy thir&s;t of Si&s;ters blood. While&s;t I rip up</L>
<L>The folly of your &s;trife. Your ca&s;es both</L>
<L>Have been laid open to me. You contend</L>
<L>For love of a lewd Citizen, that &s;leights,</L>
<L>Nay more, di&s;daines, nay more, de&s;ies you both.</L>
<L><HI>Tony</HI> can tell, <HI>Mun Clotpoll</HI> al&s;o knows</L>
<L>The words he &s;pake, that you were both poor whores,</L>
<L>Not poor alone, but foule infectious harlots.</L>
<L>And that he wears your mark with pain and &s;orrow,</L>
<L>Hopele&s;&s;e to claw them off. With con&s;tant purpo&s;e</L>
<L>Never to &s;ee you more, unle&s;&s;e to greet.</L>
<L><PB N="58" REF="131">
Your bumpin buttocks with revengeful feet.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Did he &s;ay &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>And mu&s;t we two fall out for &s;uch a &s;lander|ous Villain?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, agree, agree.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Bu&s;&s;e and be friends. Bu&s;&s;e, or I'le ba&s;te ye both, I vow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come Si&s;ter we'll be in for ever now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>For my part, Si&s;ter, &s;ure I was not out with you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bet.</SPEAKER>
<P>But did he &s;ay he would kick us?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lo here, the man that dares it not deny.</P>
<STAGE>Enter Citizen, Drawer.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cit.</SPEAKER>
<P>But do ye hear, Gentlemen. <HI>I</HI> hope you will u&s;e me kindlier then &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Than how, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then to win all my money, and leave me at &s;take for the reckoning. Pray do you pay the Drawer for me, though <HI>I</HI> pay it you again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>What is it Drawer?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Gentlewomen and he had 14. &s;h. in before you came.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis a plain ca&s;e, your cloak mu&s;t an&s;wer it at the bar, Sir. Drawer, away with it.</P>
<STAGE>Exit Drawtr with Cloke.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, but Gentlemen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow, do but look after it, till we be gone, and the&s;e &s;hall claw thine eyes out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;ir, <HI>I</HI> hope this quarter will not be al|wayes lawle&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you grumble? Mr. <HI>C<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ffele&s;&s;e.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow you &s;hall have cu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">es.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, that you &s;hall.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Cuts and &s;la&s;hes too before we part, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="59" REF="131">
<SPEAKER>Cit.</SPEAKER>
<P>You will not murder me, will you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Damo&s;els forbear; and you, forbear your noi&s;e. I vow, I'le &s;lit your wi&s;tle el&s;e. You &s;hall give him due correction civilly, and we will make him take it civilly. Sit you down Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cit.</SPEAKER>
<P>What will you do with me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow, <HI>mum.</HI></P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Clotpoll, Cockbraine,</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, are ye here! was it a brotherly trick do ye think, to leave me to pay one reckoning twice? or did I think never to be made a mouth more, after I had paid my &s;wearing dinner, and am I now a greater mouth then e're I was?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Mum,</HI> hold your tongue &s;till in your mouth, le&s;t I halifax it with your teeth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Halifax my tongue. And li&s;ten to a bu&s;ine&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do yon know this man?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, the City mouth we had tother night.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>The&s;e are the Si&s;ters that his lavi&s;h tongue &s;o lewdly did deprave.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>I cry them heartily mercy Are you of the &s;weet Si&s;terhood? <HI>I</HI> hope to know you all, all the pretty Mumpers in the berrie here, before I have done. 'Tis true, <HI>I</HI> prote&s;t, he &s;pake words of you, that &s;uch fle&s;h and blood could not bear. He could not have &s;poken wor&s;e of mutton of a groat a quarter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bet.</SPEAKER>
<P>And were we &s;o fond to fight for him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>But now we'll both be revenged upon the fle&s;h of him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray let me &s;peak with you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, they &s;hall beat you fir&s;t. And mark me well. Do thou but &s;tir an hand or foot, or rai&s;e a voice that may be heard to the next room, well cut thy wea&s;and. Now wenches take your cour&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="60" REF="132">
<SPEAKER>Bet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, you &s;lave, we'll mark you for a Sheep|biter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>We'll teach you how to &s;candalize.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have I given you that you cannot claw off, you Mungrel.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Rare, I prote&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ciot.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>&mdash;oh&mdash;oh&mdash;oh.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>There, there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>We'll claw thine eares off rather.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cit.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>&mdash;oh&mdash;oh&mdash;oh.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>O brave.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>O out-rage, mo&s;t in&s;ufferable, all this goes into my black book.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>To him <HI>Bettie,</HI> at him <HI>Frank;</HI> there whores, there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fie, fie, forbear, enough, too much in con|&s;cience.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>That young man has &s;ome pity yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;wear you &s;hall no more.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas, good Gentlemen, it is enough.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow, do you prate? you &s;hall have as much. Come, take the Chaire, Sir, the breeches &s;hall bait him too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>O good Gentlemen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow, they &s;hall. To him and claw him, I'le clapperclaw your &s;ides el&s;e</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>O me! what mean you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heyday! his beard comes off.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>And his head too What rotten &s;cab is this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>I prote&s;t, they have pulled my pieced brother in pieces here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow, &s;ome di&s;guiz'd villain, and but for do|ing the State &s;o good &s;ervice, we would hang him pre|&s;ently without examination.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know him. And you &s;hall not touch him. Be&s;t is, he knows nor me. Good Heaven, what Brain|trick has po&s;&s;e&s;t him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="61" REF="132">
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow, what can&s;t thou be?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, 'tis an hone&s;t fellow, that is only a|&s;ham'd to run &s;o ba&s;e a cour&s;e for his living in his own face. Poor man, I warrant his feare threatens his breeches &s;hrewdly. But let's away, and quickly, our &s;tay is dangerous. Come, we forgot <HI>Mich. Cro&s;wil</HI> and the wenches.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come all away then, Sirrah, thank this Gentleman, and pray for him at the end of your Songs hereafter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Farewel, friend Peece. I'le know you better now, before you have't again.</P>
<STAGE>Ex. omnes but Cock. and Cit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>What mon&s;ters in mankinde? what hell-hounds are they? only as <HI>Ovid</HI> feign'd among the Getes. A friend at need, I with a friend was ble&s;t, Whom I may gratifie, and plague the re&s;t. How is it with you, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cit.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, I am very &s;ore.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed you are &s;orely handled. This may warne you out of &s;uch caterwaling company. You look like one more civil. And in hope you will be &s;o, I'le bring you to a Barber.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas, my Cloke.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le help you to that too, &s;o you with me, Will in an hone&s;t plot A&s;&s;i&s;tant be.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cit.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Sir, in any thing, and thank you too, Sir.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt Ambo.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD><HI>Scoen.</HI> 2.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Mihil, Gabriel, Boy, Wine, &amp;c.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>A Paris ill ya ben veni-</HI> Here's no bu&s;h at this door, but good wine rides po&s;t upon't, I mean, the &s;ign-po&s;t. Boy, get you down, and if <HI>Nick Rooksbill,</HI> or any of his company ask for me, bring 'em up, d'ye hear.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="62" REF="133">
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will, I will, Sir.</P>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are welcome to <HI>Paris</HI> brother <HI>Gabriel.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is neverthele&s;&s;e a Tavern, brother <HI>Mihil,</HI> and you promi&s;ed and covenanted with me at the la&s;t hou&s;e of noi&s;e and noi&s;omne&s;&s;e, that you would not lead me to any more Tavernes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lead you brother? men u&s;e to be led from Tavernes &s;ometimes. You &s;aw I did not lead you nor bring you to any that was more a Tavern then the la&s;t, nor &s;o much neither; for here is no Bu&s;h you &s;aw.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twas that betrayed and entrapped me: but let us yet for&s;ake it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray let us drink fir&s;t brother. By your leave here's to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>One gla&s;&s;e-full more is the mo&s;t that I can bear. My head is very full, and laboureth with that I have had already.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>There Sir, I'le undertake one good fellow, that has but ju&s;t as much Religion as will &s;erve an hone&s;t mans turne, will bear more wine then ten of the&s;e gid|dy-braind Puritanes, their heads are &s;o full of whim|&s;eys.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis mighty headie, mighty headie, and truly I cannot but think that the over much abu&s;e of the&s;e out-landi&s;h liquors, have bred &s;o many errours in the Romi&s;h Church.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeed brother, there is too much abu&s;e made of &s;uch good creatures. Wine in it &s;elf is good, you will grant, though the exce&s;&s;e be nought; and Ta|vernes are not contemptible, &s;o the company be good.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is mo&s;t true, we finde that holy men have gone to Tavernes, and made good u&s;e of 'em upon their Peregrinations.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>And cannot men be content to take now and
<PB N="63" REF="133">
then a cup, and di&s;cour&s;e of good things by the way. As thus. Brother, here's a remembrance (if &s;he be li|ving, and have not lo&s;t her honour) to our Cou&s;in <HI>Dore as.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>O that kin&s;woman of ours. She was the dear|e&s;t lo&s;&s;e that e're fell from our hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pledge her, good brother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I do&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope 'twill maudlenize him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>But have you never &s;een that mi&s;creant that wrong'd her, &s;ince he did that &s;ame, they &s;ay you knew him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas, &s;uppo&s;e I had, what could be done? &s;he's lo&s;t we &s;ee. What good could &s;he receive by any cour&s;e again&s;t him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>It had been good to have humbled him, though into the knowledge of his Tran&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">re&s;&s;ion. And of him&s;elf for his &s;oules good, either by cour&s;e of Law, or el&s;e in ca&s;e of nece&s;&s;ity, where the Law promi&s;eth no releefe, by your own right hand you might have &s;mote him, &s;mote him with great force, yea, &s;mote him unto the earth, until he had prayed that the evil might be taken from him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is their way of loving enemies, to bear 'em into goodne&s;&s;e. Well, brother, I may meet with him again, and then I know what to do. If he knew him as I do now, what a religious combate were here like to be at <HI>Nicks</HI> coming.</P>
<STAGE>Enter Boy.</STAGE>
<P>Sir, here's a Gentlewoman asks for Mr. <HI>Rooks|bill.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>The travell'd Gallant, is't not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes &s;ir, and the old black party, her Land lady with her. But they ask for no body but him, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="64" REF="134">
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say he is here by all meanes, and bring 'em up.</P>
<STAGE>Ex. Boy.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Women! pray brother lets avoid the place, let us flie it. What &s;hould we do with women in a Ta|vern?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>No harme a&s;&s;ure your &s;elfe, cannot we go|vern our&s;elves?</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Dorcas <HI>and</HI> Madge, <HI>and &s;tart back.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nay,</SPEAKER>
<P>Lady, &s;tay, he will be here pre&s;ently, that you look for.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will not glance an eye toward tempta|tion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am amaz'd &s;ure, I have &s;een this face, howe're your habit and the cour&s;e of time may give't another &s;eeming.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Angels, help my thoughts and memo|ry. It is my Kin&s;man <HI>Mihil.</HI> What's the other that hides his face, &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you turn away?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorc.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is my Cou&s;in <HI>Gabriel,</HI> &s;trangely altered.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come hither you. I<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">le make a little bold with you. Thou that ha&s;t been a concealer of more &s;ins in womens actions, then thou ha&s;t grizled hairs.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure I will &s;peak to him, he alwayes lov'd me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Reveale a truth to me on my demand, now in&s;tanrly, without premeditation. I'le cut thy tongue out el&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's here to do? do you think I am a devil? that you make &s;uch conjurations over me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>I think thou art as true a &s;ervant of his as any Bawd can be. But he now if thou dare&s;t. How long have you known that Gentlewoman? and what do you know by her?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="65" REF="134">
<SPEAKER>Dorc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here's a &s;tirre about nothing. I know no|thing by her, not <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">. Nor whether &s;he has any thing or nothing, that a woman &s;hould have by the re|port of knowledge of man, woman or bea&s;t, not I. She came to me but this morning, with a purpo&s;e to &s;et me up in my new hou&s;e as I hoped. But &s;he has taken a cour&s;e to make it hone&s;tly &s;poken of already, to my utter undoing, but &s;he never comes within my doors again, as <HI>I</HI> hope to thrive by my Trade here|after.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray look upon me, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Was &s;he &s;o re&s;olutely bent, and &s;o &s;oon al|tered?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Upon the very fir&s;t fight of the very fir&s;t man that came into my hou&s;e, the very fir&s;t houre of my &s;etting up in it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>What man was that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>A &s;hame take him, your roaring friend, <HI>Nick.</HI> I think &s;he is enamoured of him, or of &s;omething &s;he gue&s;&s;es he has; and would faine play the hone&s;t woman with him, that never played hone&s;t man with woman in his life.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis &s;he, and 'tis mo&s;t wonderful.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorc.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you knew who I were, you would not be &s;o &s;trange to me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>And here &s;he comes me a hunting after him, like a fondling, while&s;t halfe a dozen peeces might ha' been gotten at home by this time, aud &s;he have had the halfes of it in her pur&s;e by this time; if &s;he would have done, as I thought, &s;he would have done by this time.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas, poor <HI>Howlet.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ent whooping after the be&s;t gue&s;t that haunt my hou&s;e, to have taken the fir&s;t fruits of her conver&s;ation, and &s;he would not &s;ee a man of 'em, to my undoing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="66" REF="135">
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well leave thy hooting, <HI>Madge,</HI> and hold thy peace. thou &s;halt get by it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, I &s;hall get a good name &s;hortly, and this geare hold, and turn begger, I &s;hall.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray &s;ir, but one word.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Speak to her, brother, 'tis our Cou&s;in <HI>Dor|cas.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will you abu&s;e me too? is &s;he not lo&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>And will not you give her leave to be found again? his wine and her &s;udden apprehen&s;ion works on him at once. Cou&s;in, I'le &s;peak to you, though I confe&s;&s;e the miracle of our meeting thus ama|zes me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorc.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Cou&s;ins both. As ye are Gentlemen, and of that noble &s;tock, who&s;e meer remembrance, when he was given up, and at the brink of de&s;perate folly, &s;troke that reverend fear into my &s;oul, that hath pre|&s;erv'd my honour from further falling. Lend me now your aide, to vindicate that honour by that man, that threw me in the way of lo&s;&s;e and ruine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>All &s;hall be well, good Cou&s;in, you &s;hall have both hands and hearts to re-e&s;tate you in him. So that in fact you have not wrong'd that ho|nour, &s;ince he for&s;ook you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorc.</SPEAKER>
<P>On my &s;oule I have not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Infants then &s;hall be pardoned. Brother &s;peak.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorc.</SPEAKER>
<P>You were wont &s;till to be my loving'&s;t Cou|&s;in.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a &s;trange dream has wine wrought in my head.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope it will work out his &s;uperfluous zeale.</L>
<L>And render him civil Chri&s;tian again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is no dream, good Cou&s;in, you are awake,</L>
<L>And I, that <HI>Dorcas,</HI> for whom you have wi&s;h't</L>
<L>Affinity of blood might be di&s;pen<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">'d with. And you
<PB N="67" REF="135">
to be my choice. So well you lov'd me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>And will above my life affect you &s;till. But you mu&s;t leave the&s;e gauds and prophane dre&s;|&s;ings.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Bawds did he &s;ay? how comes he to know me troe?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorc.</SPEAKER>
<L>How came my Cou&s;in <HI>Gabriel</HI> thus tran|&s;lated.</L>
<L>Out of gay cloathes long haire, and lofty &s;pirit,</L>
<L>Stout and brave action, manly carriage;</L>
<L>Into &s;o &s;trict a Reformation?</L>
<L>Where is the martial humour he was wont &s;o to affect.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>His purity and your di&s;grace fell on you both about a time, I faith.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you &s;wear by your <HI>FAITH?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's falling back again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Some more wine. You will drink with our</L>
<L>Cou&s;in, brother, will you not?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<P>What wine is't, Gentlemen?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, in a cup of &s;incere love.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<P>What other wine you plea&s;e, Gentlemen, we have none &s;uch i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">th' hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Of the &s;ame we had, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Call not for wine for us, Cou&s;in.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>A&s;&s;uredly, we are no prophane wine-bibbers, not we.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mode&s;t, and well-&s;poken verily, &s;he &s;hould be a Si&s;ter or a Matron.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, yes, we'll all drink for the good o'th' hou&s;e.</P>
<P>'Tis upon putting down, they &s;ay, and more o'th neighbours. But Cou&s;in, he knew you not to day.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, nor dreams of me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>And the old one knowes nothing, does &s;he.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorc.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, by no meanes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="68" REF="136">
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>She can bewray nothing then. My brother knows not him. I only do for his faire Si&s;ters fake, of which you may hear more hereafter; in the mean, bear your &s;elfe faire and free, as if you knew him not, and I'le work him to your end, never fear it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorc.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are a noble Spoke&s;man.</P>
<STAGE>[Bawd and Gabriel confer devoutly the while.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Truly, you &s;peak mo&s;t edifyingly.</P>
<STAGE>Enter Boy with Wine.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well-&s;aid, give it to my brother. Drink to our Cou&s;in, Brother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will, and to that vertuous Matron, who&s;e care of her, I hope, tends unto good edification.&mdash;Truly the wine is good, and I was &s;omething thir&s;ty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be&s;t drink again then, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will follow your motherly advice.</P>
<STAGE>[Drinks.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twill work, anon, I hope.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>And you have travell'd Cou&s;in. I may &s;up|po&s;e you brought this well-di&s;po&s;ed Gentlewoman from <HI>Am&s;terdam</HI> with you. And this unto your wel|come, hoping I &s;hall be informed by you how the two zealous brethren thrive there? that broke in St. <HI>Hellens.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Of that or any thing &s;ir, pray drink again, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>You Jade you, hold your tongue.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Nick, Anthony, Clotpoll, Bettie, Frank.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, are ye here Gallants! I made all the ha&s;te I co<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="3 letters">, but was &s;tayed, I vow, by the brave&s;t &s;port, baiting of a fellow or two with our Pu&s;&s;e-cats here. I could e'ne &s;ind in my heart to marry 'em both for their valours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="69" REF="136">
<SPEAKER>Dorc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tho&s;e words are daggers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>I pray di&s;&s;emble your pa&s;&s;ion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>What? are you acquainted already?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<P>Did not I tell thee &s;he was a brave Ma|dona?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>How long have you had acquaintance with her, <HI>Nick?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Never &s;aw her before this morning, I, &s;tand|ing upon her Belconee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Truly Cou&s;in, I think 'twas you that I &s;aw to day too, &s;tanding upon a Bellconee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;pell very mode&s;tly, &s;ir. Your brother</L>
<L>I take it. But did you call her Cou&s;in, &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes &s;ir, &s;he is my Cou&s;in.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twill out too &s;oon. Why <HI>Nick,</HI> thou know|e&s;t the&s;e kinde of creatures call and are called Cou|&s;ins commonly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, in their tribe. But I thought he had been too holy for them. But Dammy&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>O fearfully prophane!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;aid you had a &s;torie to relate, of dire misfortune. and of unquoth hearing. I come to hear your &s;tory, what &s;top you your eares at? &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> dare not &s;peak it but in thy reproof. Thou &s;weare&s;t Gee o Dee, Dee a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">m thee, as <HI>I</HI> take it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> vow thou lie&s;t, <HI>I</HI> call'd her <HI>Dammy,</HI> be|cau&s;e her name is <HI>Damyris,</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> &s;ay thou lie&s;t, her name is <HI>Dorcas,</HI> which was the name of an holy woman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shall we have things and things? I vow.</P>
<STAGE>[Draw.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>And <HI>I</HI> prote&s;t.</P>
<STAGE>[Draw.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>This vvill &s;poil all. Brother, <HI>I</HI> pray for|bear.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> may not forbear, <HI>I</HI> am moved for to &s;mite him; yea, vvith often &s;tripes to &s;mite him; my zeal|ous wrath is kindled, and he &s;hall flie before me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="70" REF="137">
<SPEAKER>Dorc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let me entreat you, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bet. Frank.</SPEAKER>
<P>What furie's this?</P>
<STAGE>[Mihil holds up Gabriel</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Great Damboys &s;hrink, and give a little ground.</P>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will pur&s;ue him in mine indignation.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>O me!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>And beat him into Pot&s;heards.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now he has bang'd the Pitcher, he may do any thing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray, brother, be per&s;waded.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>A brother to be &s;o controuled?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;ir, put up your Steel-&s;tick.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>I de&s;ire but to know fir&s;t, if he be a bro|ther.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes marry is he, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I am &s;atisfied. So let him live.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray give me leave to ask you, do the&s;e men take part with the brethren?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, and are brothers a little di&s;guiz'd, but for &s;ome ends.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Some State-occa&s;ions.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Meer Intelligencers, to collect up &s;uch and &s;uch ob&s;ervations, for a great Separati&s;t that is now writing a book again&s;t playing at Barlibreak, moulding of Cocklebread, and &s;uch like prophane exerci&s;es.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Truly &s;uch exerci&s;es are prophane exerci&s;es, that bear the denomination of good things ordained for mans u&s;e, as Barley, Cockles, and Bread are &s;uch things to be made &s;ports and play-games? I pray you let me &s;ee the&s;e brethren again, to make my atone|ment with them. And are tho&s;e Si&s;ters too, that were wi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">h them?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, mo&s;t notorious ones, and are as equally di&s;guiz'd to be as rank Spies as the other. S'lid man, and they &s;hould be taken for &s;uch as they are, they would be cut off pre&s;ently. They came in this
<PB N="71" REF="137">
mad humour to be merry with you for my &s;ake.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray let 'em come again, I &s;hall not be well until I have rendred &s;atisfaction.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t do as they do then, or they will think you are a Spie upon them.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will be as merry as they, let wine be given unto us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>More wine, Boy, and bid 'em all come in.</P>
<STAGE>Ex. Boy.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas, Cou&s;in, let him drink no more.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fear nothing, Cou&s;in, it &s;hall be for his good and yours, as I will order it.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Nick. Anthonie, Clotpoll, Bettie, Frank, <HI>Drawer with wine</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>All welcome, not any repetition, but begin a new</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will begin it, two gla&s;&s;es: it &s;hall be a faith|ful Salutation to all the Brothers and Si&s;ters of&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Blade and the Scabberd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>It &s;hall go round.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le &s;wear you do not well to let him drink &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;aid civil Roarer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let it go round, go to, you are a wag. I know what you mean by the Blade and the Scabberd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who could have thought this had been &s;uch a brother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, who could have thought you had been of the brethren.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Brethren &s;ir, we are the Brothers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yea, the di&s;guiz'd ones.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>How? di&s;guiz'd ones?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do not cro&s;&s;e him again. If thou doe&s;t, and I do not maul thee. Yes, brother, the&s;e are vertu|ous
<PB N="72" REF="138">
men howe're they &s;eeeme.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow, I have &s;o much vertue as to rebuke thee for lying. But we are brethren, &s;ir, and as fa|ctious as you, though we differ in the Grounds; for you, &s;ir, defie Orders, and &s;o do we; you of the Church, we of the Civil Magi&s;trate; many of us &s;peak i'th' no&s;e, as you do; you out of humility of &s;pirit, we by the wantonne&s;&s;e of the fle&s;h; now in de|votion we go beyond you, for you will not kneel to a gho&s;tly father, and we do to a carnal My&s;tre&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le &s;top your mouth, you &s;aid you came to be merry.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, I vow, and brought Fidlers along, but they mu&s;t play i'th' next room, for here's one breaks all the Fiddles that come in his reach. Come fir, will you drink, dance, and do as we do?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le drink, I'le dance, I'le ki&s;&s;e, or do any thing, any living thing with any of you that is Bro|ther or Si&s;ter. Sweet-heart let me feel thy Co|ney.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<L>I now he's in. Play Fidlers. Dance.</L>
<L>All bravely performed, admirably well done, &amp;c.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow, thou art a brother after my own heart.</P>
<STAGE>[To Gabriel.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Women.</SPEAKER>
<P>We cannot commend you enough, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>This done in civil fort among our &s;elves, I hope, will prove no &s;candal to a brother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twill prove an honour to our faction.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thir&s;t to do it honour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Give him &s;ome wine, he thir&s;ts.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou little dapper thing, thou, hold thy peace.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou &s;ee&s;t he can &s;carce &s;tand.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, my religious brethren, no more wine.</L>
<L>Enough's a fea&s;t, and little doth &s;uffice.</L>
<P>I thir&s;t to do &s;ome honour to our cau&s;e. To lead
<PB N="73" REF="138">
forth legions to fight a battel 'gain&s;t our. malignant adver&s;aries.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Brave.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Such an employment now would make me famous, for my &s;ufficiency of Att in Armes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow, this man has hidden things in him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>He has as brave a warlike &s;pirit, man, before his preci&s;e humour tainted it, as ever breath'd in <HI>Hector.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow then, a good orderly diet of nothing but &s;ack for a week together, would revive it in him, and bring it to good again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope, 'tis done already.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>How do you, &s;it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I feare &s;ome Je&s;uitical fumes have invaded my Brain pan. All me thinks goes whirley, whir|ley, whirley.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be&s;t lie down upon a bed. Drawer!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Souldiers mu&s;t not be curious. A Bench or a|ny thing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Gentleman may have a bed here, an't plea&s;e you. But &s;ir, there's an old angry Gentleman below, that asks for you, and by all de&s;cription for that mortified Gentleman. And will by all meanes pre&s;&s;e into your room here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is my father.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorc.</SPEAKER>
<P>O me! What &s;hall I do?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">d. Bet. Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>We &s;hall be all clap't up.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>M<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fear nothing, veile your face a little; Who is with him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>No body but his old Servingman, that it &s;eems di&s;cover'd you. You may put this Gentleman into this inner room, and keep the Key your &s;elfe. I know not what charge he has about him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Admirable hone&s;t fellow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>And you may tell your father he is gone, for he is gone you &s;ee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="74" REF="139">
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> vow. a wit.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Draw.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now if you'll be civil, I may bring him up to you, if not, becau&s;e he is your father, we'll thru&s;t him out of doors, an't plea&s;e you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Notable ra&s;cal, well &s;ir, let him up. I know how to fit him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorc.</SPEAKER>
<P>But this delays my bu&s;ine&s;&s;e, Cou&s;in, and will, I fear, fru&s;trate my hopes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor hinder any thing, I'le warrant thee, he's thine. Play Fidlers, t'other dance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will you! prote&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are not wilde?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come Wenches, if he venture in his fathers &s;ight, &s;hame take us and we blu&s;h.</P>
<STAGE>[Dance.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Cro&s;will, Belt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;. Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>And I had not &s;old all my land to live upon my money in Town here, out of danger or the Statute, <HI>I</HI> would give thee a Copihold for this di&s;|covery.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thank your wor&s;hip, and truly 'tis a good|ly &s;ight, me thinks, an't plea&s;e your wor&s;hip.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm glad it likes you. Heigh, excellent good again. Heigh, Heigh, what an happine&s;&s;e may fathers boa&s;t, that can bring their children up to this. <STAGE>(Dance ended)</STAGE> <HI>I</HI> cry ye mercy, Gentlemen all. Ha! <HI>I</HI> am &s;o|ry I interrupted your &s;erious private occa&s;ions.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Would you &s;peak with any here, &s;ir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is my father, Gentlemen?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tny father? hold thy peace; dar'&s;t thou u&s;e thy father thus? to &s;pend thy time thus! ha! Is this place fit for the &s;on of a Geatleman of quality? ha! why doe&s;t not an&s;wer me, does this company &s;ort with thy reputation? ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="75" REF="139">
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, the company.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold thy peace, <HI>I</HI> &s;ay, or are the&s;e exerci|&s;es allowable for a Gentleman, that ever &s;aid or heard Grace at his fathers Table? an&s;wer me that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>An't plea&s;e you, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold thy peace when <HI>I</HI> bid thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>The company, &s;ir, offends not you, <HI>I</HI> hope; you &s;ee the wor&s;t of us.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>In good time, &s;ir, you are the di&s;tracted Gentlemen, <HI>I</HI> take it, that ask't him if he would moot to night? Is this your mooting? do you put ca&s;es to your VVenches, or they to you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> vow thy father talkes too much.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Which are the better Lawyers? ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>But that you are his father, &s;it, and an old man, and he an hone&s;t young Gentleman, and our friend, we would tell you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> thank you for him, yes truly, heartily; and for your good opinion of him, heartily. Pray keep him among&s;t you while ye have him, for <HI>I</HI>'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">e ha<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> no more to &s;ay to him, <HI>I.</HI> Is your Invectives again&s;t drinking, wenching, and the abomination of the times come to this? is this your &s;pending of time more pretious then money? is it you that knows not what to do with money but to buy books; and were drawn with &s;uch unwillingne&s;&s;e to a Tavern? ha! you &s;hall graze upon <HI>Littletons</HI> Commons, or eat nothing but books, an't plea&s;e you, for any exhibition thou e|ver get'&s;t from me&mdash;And in that faith thou ha&s;t lo&s;t a father. Come &s;ir, you have brought me to a goodly &s;ight here; would any Villain but thy &s;elfe have &s;hewed his Ma&s;ter light to &s;ee &s;o much woe! Thy Cox&s;combe &s;hall yet pay fot't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>O &s;ir, O.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>This was your trim &s;ight, was it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>O.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="76" REF="140">
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>But well remembred. Pray where's your bro|ther? my &s;on I would &s;ay; for I know no brother or father thou ha&s;t. Where is <HI>Gabriel?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>He is not here, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Did you not tell me, Sirrah, he was here?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>I told you then too much. I feel it here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>He was here, &s;ir, but he is gone, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>So, &s;o, he's lo&s;t. He mu&s;t be cried, or we &s;hall never finde him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le warrant you, I'le find him yet to night, &s;ir. Pray Gentlemen pay you the Reckoning, I'le wait upon my father home.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Was that &s;poke like a &s;on of mine? mu&s;t o|thers pay your reckoning, and I in place; take that, and do not make me mad. And why &s;hould you home with me? I pray, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e &s;ir, it grows dark, and 'tis the wor&s;t way as it is about the town; &s;o many odde holes a man may &s;lip into; pray take me with you, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray take no care for me, &s;ir, and let the way be as it is. Do not think me wor&s;e at it in the dark then your &s;elf, I be&s;eech you. But you talk't of the Reckoning, pray let not the want of money for that hinder the &s;earch of your brother. There's towards your paines for that; and &s;o for a farewel to you and your friends here, till I hear thou keepe&s;t better company, let me hear no more of thee.</P>
<STAGE>Ex. Cro&s;&s;. and Belt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>There was no way to get this money, and be rid of him, but to offer him my &s;ervice He would have driven me out before him el&s;e. But come, let's &s;ee my brother that went to &s;leep in &s;o warlike a Pa&s;&s;ion. I hope he'll wake in a better.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nic.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Mun Clotpoll,</HI> thou art dull.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, I prote&s;t, but &s;truck with admiration at the old Blades humour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="77" REF="140">
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, <HI>Dammy</HI> and the re&s;t, be merry. <HI>I</HI> vow, we'll &s;up together, and &s;o at la&s;t hear all thy di&s;|mal &s;tory.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mean he &s;hall, and &s;uch an Audit make,</L>
<L>As &s;hall re&s;tore her honour from the &s;take.</L>
<STAGE>Ex. Omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>Act V.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scaen. 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Cro&s;&s;ewill Solus.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>WHat has this Cox&s;combe <HI>Cockbrayne</HI> writ me here? That he de&s;ires his ab|&s;ence be excu&s;'d. What have I to do with him? when I &s;end for him, let him come to me. That he is up|on a point of di&s;covery in a mo&s;t excellent project for the weeding of this Garden? what Garden? what project? A project he &s;ays here for the good of the Republike, Repudding. This fellow has in &s;tead of braines, a Cob-web in his Noddle, with little &s;trawes, feathers, and wings of dead Butterflies hanging in it, that having motion by his aery fancie, there dance and keep a Racket; 'tis to teach women &s;ilence, or &s;ome &s;uch fooli&s;h impo&s;&s;ibility. He is ambitious to be call'd into authority by notice taken of &s;ome &s;pe|cial &s;ervice he is able to do the tate aforehand. But what great &s;ervice he is able to do it, or which way to undertake it, falls not in the reach of my imaginati|on. But good Mr. <HI>Cro&s;will,</HI> by your favour now, what rea&s;on have you to &s;light or wrangle at this man? this hone&s;t <HI>Cockbrayne?</HI> that has alwayes been a con|&s;tant friend to you, and officious in many good wayes, and is a Gentleman, not only of good de&s;cent and e|&s;tate, but of a good di&s;po&s;ition. And you two, Mr. <HI>Cro&s;&s;ewill,</HI> by your leave, have alwayes agreed like
<PB N="78" REF="141">
neighbours children. I, the divel was in't, and now he vexes me again; we agreed in one point &s;o well, that we have undone a couple of our children by it, and hindred the getting of <HI>I</HI> know not how many more. His &s;on and my daughter &s;hould have married. And on a &s;ndden he and I both con&s;ented to a di&s;like of the match and broke it, and have both repented it an hundred times &s;ince. We agree very wel in that point; and now is his &s;on irrecoverably lo&s;t, and my daughter re&s;olutely bent to be an Ape-leader in <HI>Limbo.</HI> But whats all this to the affliction I &s;uffer in my &s;ons now? that one of them from a riotous boy. &s;hould grow into a Puritanical Woodcock; and the tother from a civil well-qualified fellow, turn'd ab&s;olute Ruffian. There, there, <HI>I</HI> there's the devil in't. <HI>I</HI> could beat my &s;elfe for getting &s;uch children.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Belt.</STAGE>
<P>See, &s;ee, my Ma&s;ter for want of other company fal|len out with him&s;elf, and it plea&s;e you, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>It does not plea&s;e me, nor thou plea&s;e&s;t me, nor any thing plea&s;es me. The world's bent to cro&s;&s;e me, and thou &s;halt feel it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>O good &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is it not &s;o, &s;ir, was not that dunce <HI>Gabriel,</HI> a mo&s;t notorious wilde thing</P>
<P>Before he &s;teer'd a Religious cour&s;e? but then he run &s;o full a &s;aile, that he pa&s;&s;'d and was beyond the line of Religion before he was aware; and as he pa&s;&s;ed it un|der the torrid Zone of Zeale, the Calenture took him o'the pate, that he is mad with it, and as far beyond Religion now as it is to it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, there's hope that he may he fetch't halfe way back again, by your fatherly advicement, and be|come a &s;ound man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="97" REF="141">
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>And then was not <HI>Mihil</HI> &s;o civil, that he made me even &s;ick to &s;ee him. And now is he flowen out as far into rior t'other way.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>But he, &s;ir, will appear a pre&s;ent comfort to you, he is reclaim'd already; you &s;hall never &s;ee &s;uch a Reformation in a Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's this you tell me? ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>He has ca&s;t off his long-curl'd haire and all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>He had been better have cut his head off.</L>
<L>Where is he!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Below &s;ir, and a Gentlewoman with him, but very much afraid to appear to you. I never &s;aw a man &s;o timour&s;ome.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you think it fit I &s;hould go down to him, or he come up to me, fir, ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Belt.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le fetch him, here's a life!</P>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I charg'd he &s;hould not come at this hou&s;e too, for feare he might be catch'd with this mecha|nick fellows daughter, though her portion be around one. And let him take heed he look not at her.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Mihil <HI>and</HI> Madge.</STAGE>
<P>Ble&s;&s;e me! what changeling is this? he's in his Brothers cut.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir,&mdash;Sir.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Would you &s;peak with any here, &s;ir, do you know me. I know not you, I a&s;&s;ure you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>The &s;en&s;e of your late di&s;plea&s;ure, &s;ir, has &s;o humbled me into the knowledge of my &s;elf, that on the wings of true obedience, I flew after you to make a childes &s;ubmi&s;&s;ion at your feet, to crave your pardon for my riotous tran&s;gre&s;&s;ion, and to ask your ble&s;|&s;ing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>A delicate &s;peech, pray take it for fa&s;hion-&s;ake.
<PB N="80" REF="142">
But if I know how to look towards thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray &s;ir, be&s;tow it really upon me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>God ble&s;&s;e thee, I &s;ay, and &s;o much many hone&s;t men be&s;tow daily on &s;ons that are none of their own, if thou bee&s;t mine, how came&s;t thou thus like a fellow that had narrowly &s;cap't the Pillorie, and brag'd in the publication of his eares? not an hair left to hide them.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>To &s;hew my readine&s;&s;e to reform my life, &s;ir. And yet a willingne&s;&s;e withal to live, as well, as civilly, in which I am in all humility to preferre a &s;uit to you. You know, &s;ir, I am but a younger bro|ther.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>What will this come to?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here is a widow, &s;ir, a Gentlewoman of great e&s;tate, and of a well-known life. Antient &s;he is, and has had husbands. How many?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Foure truly, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Foure &s;ir, I would not lie. Of which the wor&s;t &s;poke well of her on's death-bed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's that to me or thee? come to the point.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have all wo'd and wonne her, &s;ir, and crave but your good-will to marry her. I have brought a Church-man and a Kin&s;man to give her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;o, what needs two words then? do you think I can deny you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>If he does grant it, 'tis the fir&s;t reque&s;t that e're he granted in his life. Sure the old Match-ma|ker the devil thinks I am in earne&s;t to marry this bea&s;t. And puts a readine&s;&s;e in his hand to for|ward it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Widow, you are welcome. Why call you not your Prie&s;t? or tarry &s;ir, let me que&s;tion you but a little, Do you think &s;eriou&s;ly you love this wi|dow?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="81" REF="142">
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Better then many men love their wives, I am per&s;waded.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis very well, what children have you wi|dow?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Never had any, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very well &s;till.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor ever like to have any, fir, thats the com|fort. We &s;hall live at the le&s;&s;e charge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou art a covetous and a prepo&s;terous Knave. Woulde&s;t thou bury up thy youth in barren ground? doe&s;t &s;eek after wealth, and not after i&s;&s;ue? doe&s;t love to feed on other mens leavings? or travel only in a beaten path? ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>A man goes certaine&s;t on his journey &s;o, &s;ir, and le&s;&s;e trouble it is you know to go in at a great gate, then a narrow wicket.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have &s;aid enough, &s;ir, and delight to cro&s;&s;e me; but I'le cro&s;&s;e you for once, and lay a cro&s;&s;e upon you, &s;hall perhaps carry you to your grave. Go, fetch your Prie&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le face it as far as I dare. I hope I &s;hall have the grace to pull my hand from the book when it comes &s;o far.</P>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Widow, you are re&s;olv'd to have him too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Before all men i'th' world by your fair leave, 1.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall not have him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>Without your free con&s;ent, I will not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am re&s;olv'd <HI>I</HI>'le do't. And 'twill be the be&s;t cro&s;&s;e trick that e're I did in my life. Pray let me &s;peak in &s;ome more private wirh you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>If <HI>I</HI> but '&s;cape <HI>Bridewell, I</HI> care not.</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD><HI>Scoen.</HI> 2.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Mihil, Anthonie, Katharine, Par&s;on.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now <HI>Tonie,</HI> &s;he<HI>'s</HI> thine own, Now Si&s;ter <HI>Kate;</HI>
<PB N="82" REF="143">
he's thine. The Prie&s;t has pronounc't it. I &s;ay, A|men to't. And heaven give you joy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now you have done the be&s;t brotherly office that ever made a Si&s;ter happy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>And the friendlie&s;t to a friend. We have been ca&s;ting for it, Sweet, this Twelve-moneth, and Heaven pardon me. I vow'd never to take acquaint|ance of my Father, till 'twere effected. Although <HI>I</HI> know of late he has been willing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;o is mine, <HI>I</HI> know, but yet he &s;wore, that <HI>I</HI> &s;hould match my &s;elf before he knew't, or <HI>I</HI> &s;hould never marry.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>You'll finde him of another minde towards me, and force me into wedlock pre&s;ently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have ta'ne the likelie&s;t cour&s;e that could be. But what is your di&s;guiz'd woman, Bro|ther.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>What you &s;hall never know, Si&s;ter, I hope.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Cro&s;&s;ewill, Rookesbill, Lucie, Madge.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come &s;ir, I have broken off the match with your widow; and &s;he's content to leave you as &s;he found you. And now take me this pretty, &s;impring, plump-lip't, ruddie-cheek't, white-neck't, long-fin|ger'd Virgin in hand, or I will &s;windge you, Sirrah, look to't. If you cannot live civilly with a young wife, you cannot but be mad with an old, <HI>I</HI> think. Be|&s;ides, &s;he's a friends daughter of mine, and prepar'd by her di&s;creet father here to love you. Come, and ki&s;&s;e her, quickly, Sirrah.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>I cannot do't for all the wealth in the world.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>How's that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ki&s;&s;e a Maid I never &s;aw above twice in my life.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="83" REF="143">
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>He will have me think him a ba&s;tard, do I what I can. Can&s;t thou &s;ee a Maid twice, and not ki&s;&s;e her?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, twenty times, &s;ir, and not ki&s;&s;e her, or if once, not above, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>But you &s;hall ki&s;&s;e her above and below, &s;ir, and in every room o'th' hou&s;e, &s;ir, before you part. Stand faire pretty one.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> know not how to do't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>You were not be&s;t let me in&s;truct you. <HI>I</HI> can be angry too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>His back &s;ide's towards me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Turne your &s;elf, Sirrah, or <HI>I</HI>'le turne you. Go to, bend your body a little and be hang'd. So, now come your way, and &s;ay after your little Sir <HI>John</HI> here, <HI>I Mihil take thee,</HI> Lucie, &amp;c. As learning &s;hall enable him to proceed without book.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray let'em do it in the next chamber, they are too ba&s;hful afore us. There are witne&s;&s;es enough. Go all in, I pray you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Widow, will you give me leave to obey my father?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>With all my heart, and &s;ay <HI>Amen</HI> to the marriage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I think <HI>I</HI> &s;hall have my will at la&s;t upon one of my rebellious off-&s;pring.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>And now, pray give me leave &s;ir, to let you know how happy <HI>I</HI> do hold my &s;elfe in this marriage. <HI>I</HI> did like this Son better then the other before. And now <HI>I</HI> like him better then <HI>I</HI> did at my former view of him, by &s;ome Reformation that <HI>I</HI> do ob&s;erve in him. And <HI>I</HI> do not a little rejoyce in the honour <HI>I</HI> may have to call you brother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>That very word brother out of his mouth, has turn'd my &s;tomack. <HI>I</HI> mu&s;t pull all in pieces again. And yet let me &s;ee the&s;e young bloods when they
<PB N="84" REF="144">
are &s;et on't; if they do not marry, they will do wor&s;e. Let em e'ne go on now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may ea&s;ily conceive, &s;ir, what a com|fort it will be unto me, that I now growing old, and having (I give prai&s;e for't,) wealth enough, and no childe that I make account of but this one daughter, may, before I die, &s;ee Grandchildren that I may have by her &s;ufficiently provided for, be they more or le&s;&s;e in number, they may have enough.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>There he is again, he calls my Grand-chil|dren that &s;hall be, his Grand-children. Am I a Gentleman, and can hear this? if it be not too late, I'le &s;poile the getting of your Grand-children.</P>
<STAGE>Enter all again.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heaven give you joy. Heaven give you joy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, are you married?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Par&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I do pronounce them man and wife.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Mad. Kat.</HI> And we are witne&s;&s;es.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;e.</SPEAKER>
<P>What remedy?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih. Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>We are, and crave your ble&s;&s;ings.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;. Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>All ble&s;&s;ings be upon you, (all &s;a|lute).</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>But you, &s;ir, Mr. <HI>Bridegroom.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le only gratifie the Mini&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do &s;o, and pay him well, it is, perhaps, for the deare&s;t fault that e're thou did&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's for your paines, &s;ir. <HI>Madge,</HI> there's for you. Enough to purcha&s;e thee a Licence to &s;ell Ale, Tobaccho, and Strong-water again in Godpiece-Rowe, for here will be no dwelling for thee, I &s;ee that.</P>
<P>Now, brother <HI>Anthonie,</HI> go you all back to the com|pany we left, and &s;ee that my In&s;tructions be followed
<PB N="85" REF="144">
concerning my brother <HI>Gabriel, Nick,</HI> and his <HI>Dam|mie,</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>All, all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shall he go from me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, but you &s;hall follow him pre&s;ently, tru&s;t to me Si&s;ter. Go, take no leave of 'em. I'le bring 'em upon you pre&s;ently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are you at lei&s;ure now, &s;ir, to tell me of your brother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, to my grief, &s;ir, praying you may have patience.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>To your grief, &s;ir, he is not dead then? Younger brothers &s;eldome grieve for their Elders death.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray bear it as you may, &s;ir I left him in an heavy plight. And let me &s;peak it with &s;orrow, he lay &s;peechle&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alack-a day, good Gentleman, my &s;on in-law, perhaps, is heire already.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>And ha&s;t thou been here all this while fooling or wiving (all's a matter) &amp; left thy brother in danger? ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's well attended, &s;ir, and look't unto. Nor would I wi&s;h you &s;ee his weak e&s;tate.</P>
<P>It can but grieve you, &s;ir, my wife and &s;i&s;ter, toge|ther with my &s;elf, will go. Or if</P>
<P><HI>It</HI> plea&s;e my father <HI>Rooksbill</HI> here, becau&s;e his power in this quarter is available.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Co, &s;hew the way. <HI>I</HI>'le go in per&s;on, I. My &s;on's my &s;on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, pray &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, 'cau&s;e you have a wife, you &s;hall con|troul me. Will you go on, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, I'le bring you to him, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Luc.</SPEAKER>
<P>What was your widow, &s;ir, &s;he &s;tunk of <HI>Aqua|vitae,</HI> fearfully.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI>'le tell thee as we go. Ki&s;&s;e.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<PB N="86" REF="145">
<HEAD><HI>Scoen.</HI> 3.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Clotpoll, Dorcas, Nick.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a drunken &s;ot was I, that knew thee not all this while? I vow, thy &s;tory pities me. <HI>I</HI>'le marry thee, and turne thee to thy friends, for <HI>I</HI> am &s;ure <HI>I</HI> have none that will keep thee for my &s;ake.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorc.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> ask no further &s;atisfaction of you, then to be hone&s;ted by marriage. <HI>I</HI>'le work for a poor li|ving.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prithee <HI>Mun</HI> &s;eek me a Prie&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have no acquaintance in their function, I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorc.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Cou&s;in <HI>Mihil</HI> &s;aid he would bring or &s;end one.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's no &s;tarting, that <HI>Mihil</HI> has a fi&s;t o|ver me. I vow, and thou wert not his Kin&s;woman, thou &s;hould to the Common yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Father, how come you hither?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Did not the company &s;end for me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> vow, not we.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>The City-mouth, that peck't us at my lodging la&s;t night, came to me with an abominable &s;cratch't face, and warn'd me on a bu&s;ine&s;&s;e hither.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> &s;mell &s;ome trick.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Some treacherie upon the brotherhood, per|haps.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Timorous thing! what in our own Quar|ter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<L>If you doubt any thing, 'tis be&s;t remove.</L>
<L>The fellow was &s;orely handled.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would but &s;ee the carca&s;s of authority prance in our Quarter, and we not cut his legs off. Wel|come <HI>Tonie,</HI> what ha&s;t thou brought the word here to pa&s;&s;e for the Reckoning.</P>
<STAGE><PB N="87" REF="145">
<HI>Enter</HI> Ant. Par&s;on.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, you mu&s;t make a wedding-night on't <HI>Nick, Mihil</HI> will go no le&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Vow is pa&s;&s;'d, and before you, &s;ir, <HI>I</HI> con|firm it. This is my wife. Anon, you &s;hall perform the holy Ceremony,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis well, pray &s;ir, retire your &s;elf to the next room there a while, and &s;tay you with him, Lady.</P>
<P>But what do you with <HI>Gabriel?</HI> Is it not time to wake him yet?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis now upon the point, h'as &s;lept two houres.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Father, you'll &s;ee a brave experiment upon a Gentleman that has been a youth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>And of the <HI>Philoblathici,</HI> as we are now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;ince was grown one of the reformed, and we are now in practice to retrive, and bring him back to his fir&s;t condition.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have you followed all <HI>Mihils</HI> directions?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hitherto we have. Fir&s;t, you &s;aw he was laid defunct in Sack, next in his &s;leep, we have accou|tred him in martial ab liments, and now we mean to wake him with alarmes &s;hall affright the &s;illy humour out of him, and render him his warlike faculty, or our Art failes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where be the Wenches?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Si&s;ters of the Scabberd, there's the &s;port on't. They have their parts to play upon him too. But for his drink now when he wakes, you &s;aid you would have a bottle of the womans what do you call't yonder? the <HI>Medea.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>What? the charm'd liquor that <HI>Medea</HI> brew'd to make old father <HI>Ae&s;on</HI> young again?</P>
<P>Mu&s;t that renew his youthful &s;pirit in him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="88" REF="146">
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, Sack will do bette<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">. When he wakes he will be very dry, then a quart-draught of good Ca|narie will &s;o &s;crew him up. 'Tis time 'twere now in practice. So, &s;oftly, &s;oftly. We mu&s;t but halfe wake him at fir&s;t.</P>
<STAGE><HI>A Bed put forth,</HI> Gabriel <HI>on it,</HI> Bettie <HI>and</HI> Frank.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>O &s;ome &s;mall drink.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here, drink it off, &s;ir, <STAGE>(Drinks)</STAGE> D<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">um and Trumpet. An Alarm.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Surpriz'd by th' enemie, while&s;t we have plaid the Sluggard in our Tents.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt. Nick. Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold Captain, hold, we are your &s;ouldiers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Y'are Mutineers, and have di&s;turb'd my re&s;t. And I'le do Martial Ju&s;tice on you all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I vow, hold, are you mad?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Know you not di&s;cipline? or are you growen rebellious in the Camp. I'le teach you war|fare.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have conjur'd a fury into him to beat us into fitters.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>My pate bleeds for't; I prote&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le make you know command.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Noble Commander, hold thy furious hand, and heare thy &s;ouldiers &s;peak.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>What have we women for our Martial Mu|&s;ick?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>None but the She-Trumpet, a neighbour here, and her Si&s;ter, that was Drum-ma<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">or to my Coun|trey-Amazons, that pull'd up the Inclo&s;ures to lie all in Common.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is the enemy i'th' field?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Upon their march, Captain, and we your of|ficers: But row&s;'d you up to be in readine&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are my Lieutenant, you my Ancient, and you two my Sergeants; and you mu&s;t know the Com|mander
<PB N="89" REF="146">
you &s;erve under, to be none of tho&s;e Letter-carriers that know not &s;o much as the termes of di&s;|cipline, what a Flanker is, Nor a Raveling is. Nor a Petarre is. Nor a Curtain is. Nor a Bulwark is. Nor a Ba&s;tile is. Nor a Counter&s;carp is. Nor a Ca&s;emate is. A Gabion is: Nor any left word of fortification. How can &s;uch fre&s;h-water Captains command?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All.</SPEAKER>
<P>Right noble Colonel. He &s;hall be our Co|lonel.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>One &s;ouldier made up of Sack, is worth as many as would drink a fre&s;h water river dry.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I knew, men of abilities &s;hould at la&s;t be put in action.</P>
<L>Valiant men and wi&s;e,</L>
<L>Are only fit for weighty enterpri&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All.</SPEAKER>
<P>O noble Colonel.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>What would an up&s;tart Milita&s;ter now, That knew no rudiments of di&s;cipline, nor Art of warre, do in a &s;udden &s;ervice? or &s;ay, when <HI>I</HI> know how to have my Ordnance planted here, my Cavalrie mount|ed here, my Battery-di&s;cove<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">er on &s;uch a point, my Trenches cut thus, my Mine carried thus, my Gabi|ons rai&s;'d thus. Here my Parapet, there my Palli&s;adoe o'th'top of that. The enemie made &s;altable &s;ix hun|dred paces there. And I draw out my Musketeers to flank 'em in their Trenches here, while my Pikes and Targeteers advance to the breach there. What would Captain, my Lords man, or Sergeant-major, my Ladies Kin&s;man, &s;ent in by honourable favour, do or &s;ay in &s;uch an expedition?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All.</SPEAKER>
<P>Braver and braver &s;till.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>This goes beyond the Blade and the Bat|toon.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Or how would their braines lie in their breeches, when the able Captain leads up his men in the Head of a Troop bravely, charges with his &s;hot,
<PB N="90" REF="147">
makes a &s;tand with his Pikes, does execution with his Sword, the Cannon playing, the Drum beating, the Shot thumping, the En&s;ignes waving, the Armes cla&s;hing, the Aire rending, Du&s;t and Smoke clouding, Blood raining. And then to bring up &s;uch a Divi&s;ion to fight, make good &s;uch a Ground, relieve &s;uch a Squadron, fetch off &s;uch a lo&s;&s;e, r'enforce the Ranks that are broken. March on, Come off. Beat the Be&s;&s;ognes that lie hid in the Carriages. O the renown|ed life of a worthy Commander.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sound Drum and Trumpet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Colonel, a Colonel.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Cro&s;will, Rooksbill, Mihil.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whither ha&s;t thou brought me? does thy brother lie &s;peechle&s;&s;e in this hou&s;e? ha! what in the name of tumult can the&s;e be?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray &s;it, attend, you will be plea&s;ed a|non.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>A &s;till march now. So, I have lo&s;t a great ma|ny of my men. But courage yet, you poor remainder of my &s;catter'd Troops. Stand. <HI>Qni vala.</HI> An Am|bu&s;cado of the enemy. Alarme. Lieutenant, charge in with your Shot. Now Gentlemen, for the honour of <HI>Covent-Garden,</HI> make a &s;tand with your Pikes; in to the &s;hort &s;word; well fought, take Pri&s;oners. Sound a Retreat now. Faire, faire i'th' coming off. So, 'twas bravely perform'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mu&s;t we not fall to rifling now, Colo|nel.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Part faire on all &s;ides, Gentlemen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's this, a vi&s;ion, &s;ure I do aile &s;ome|thing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is't po&s;&s;ible it is thou? art thou run mad as far as hell the tother way now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="91" REF="147">
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<L>My wicked, caitiffe, reprobate &s;on is here too.</L>
<L>Pray let me flee, I am but a dead man el&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall receive no harm, &s;ir Lay by your Armes my Ma&s;ters. I bring none but friends.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hou can&s;t not make that good, my father's there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le make him friends with thee. Go and di patch within.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le &s;ee it done, and take our new made Brides with us for witne&s;&s;es.</P>
<STAGE>Ex. Nick. Ant. Kat. Luc.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook</SPEAKER>
<P>Has his &s;hame yet taught him to &s;hunne my &s;ight.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;hall returne him in&s;tantly your com|fort.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>Unpo&s;&s;ible, unpo&s;&s;ible.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Attend the event.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I rather thought I &s;hould have found you, &s;ir, di&s;puting with the Pa&s;tors, and the Elders; yet to &s;ay truth, this is the better madne&s;&s;e. What can this mean? how came he thus tran&s;lated? what Charmes, or what Inchantments are upon him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>What <HI>Babel</HI> was a building in my braines?</L>
<L>But now it turnes, and I can recollect</L>
<L>The knowledge of a father, brother, Si&s;ter.</L>
<L>And that a thou&s;and vain imaginations,</L>
<L>Like &s;catterings of light things upon the earth,</L>
<L>Ru&s;hes, loo&s;e leaves, &s;prigs, &s;traws, and du&s;t</L>
<L>Contracted by a whirlwinde, were blowen up,</L>
<L>And lodg'd in the rich Seat of Contemplation,</L>
<L>U&s;urping there the room of vertuous thoughts.</L>
<L>Honour awake me from this Lethargie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>What can tho&s;e women that appear like furies be in this action?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>They were but u&s;'d as properties to give new motion to his mortified condition.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know not what to &s;ay to any thing; there
<PB N="92" REF="148">
is &s;ome Spell upon me too. My anger has for&s;ook me. What are tho&s;e men that bear a countenance. As if they &s;tood indifferently affected to <HI>Bedlam</HI> and <HI>Bride-well.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<L>Meaning by us, &s;ir. If our &s;ight offend you,</L>
<L>Know we are men that dare forbear the place.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;on, let's go, our &s;tay is dangerous.</L>
<L>They look like Peace-maintainers, we<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ll fall off.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Vintner.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vint.</SPEAKER>
<P>O tarry, Gentlemen, we are all undone el&s;e. If you make not your peace before you &s;tir, both you and I mu&s;t &s;uffer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the matter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vint.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Magi&s;trates and Officers with their Bill-men have ta'ne us by &s;urpri&s;e. They are i'th' hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bett.</SPEAKER>
<P>O me! the blew Gown Colledge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wheels and whips. I feel what we mu&s;t go to. Did not I &s;ay our &s;tay was dangerous?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Did not I &s;ay there was &s;ome &s;ubtile pra|ctice upon the <HI>Philoblatici?</HI> and that we were betrayed hither?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vint.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's no e&s;caping forth. And Gentlemen, It will but breed more &s;candal on my hou&s;e, and the whole plantation here, if now you make rebellious up|roar. Yield your weapons, and welcome Ju&s;tice but like &s;ubjects new, and peace will follow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>But where's <HI>Nick?</HI> where's <HI>Tonie?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>They &s;hall yield up their weapons. So do you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes yes, 'tis be&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shall we, &s;ir, &s;hall we?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes &s;ir, you &s;hall.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clot.</SPEAKER>
<P>So, &s;ir, I will then, not the Blade alone. But
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for your more &s;ecurity, the Battoon, There &s;ee my Armes forth coming.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say they &s;hall have faire welcom, What are they married?</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Nick. Dorcas, Ant. Kat. Luc.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, as fa&s;t as troth and holy words can binde 'em.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis well. Now &s;ir, let me entreat your favour.</L>
<L>'Tis my fir&s;t &s;uit to you &s;ince I was your &s;on,</L>
<L>That before others entrances di&s;tract our troubled</L>
<L>Scoene, the&s;e may be reconcil'd.</L>
<STAGE>Down. Brother Nicholas.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nick.</SPEAKER>
<P>Even unto the earth, &s;ir, and humbled with as true a penitence, as &s;on can be for wronging of a father, I beg your pardon and ble&s;&s;ing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Give it him, Brother <HI>Rooksbill,</HI> I dare &s;ay 'twill make him a good man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heaven make him &s;o. My ble&s;&s;ing and my prayers &s;hall not be wanting.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>What? my Neece <HI>Dorcas</HI> made an hone&s;t wo|man?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Was that the man that wrong'd my Cou&s;in <HI>Dorcas?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, and has now made ample recompence.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Cockbrayne, Cit. Watch. Madgeo</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here they are altogether, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lay hands on all. Fir&s;t, on that old Ruffian, the Incendiarie, that &s;ets the youthful bloods on fire here with his Infernal di&s;cipline. Next, take his &s;ons, there's one, that young Blade there, Have I now got within ye, Gentlemen? will you have Songs <HI>ex temporc?</HI> know ye me now? a ha! I'le be can'd the
<PB N="94" REF="149">
Weeder of this Garden. Take up tho&s;e She weeds there. I have the rank one here. I took her &s;tragling in my Round e'ne now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Tenant, I take it, Mrs. <HI>Margerie How|let.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your widow &s;ir, I think.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>But for a &s;hift &s;ir, now you know my aim.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mad.</SPEAKER>
<P>O good your wor&s;hip, as you came of a wo|man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Peace Circes, cea&s;e thy charmes. What clu|&s;ter have we here now. O here's another of the &s;ons of noi&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rook.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's my &s;on now, &s;ir, by your leave, and I'le baile him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cook.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Mr. <HI>Rooksbil,</HI> are you here? what wo|man's this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Neece, &s;ir, his &s;ons wife. And I'le baile her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>What Mr. <HI>Cro&s;will,</HI> you among this Ginge too?</P>
<P>How will you '&s;cape commitment?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, Mr. <HI>Cockbrayne?</HI> how his braines crow now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who's here? your daughters too? but what are the&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope they'l prove my &s;ons, and be indiffe|rent men in time, &s;ir, by that time their haire may grow, or be reduc't to an indifferent length.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mih.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's done on me already, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now he looks as like a Rogue as e're he did again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;ir, for me, now that my Cou&s;in is re&s;to|red, and the wilde fury of my wine abated.</P>
<P>I do you the obedience of a &s;on, acknowledging my former formal habit was more of &s;tubbornne&s;&s;e then true devotion. For which I beg your pardon.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="95" REF="149">
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's more deceit under the&s;e half Foot|balls, then in whole Pudding-bags. Well boyes, be you indifferent &s;ons, neither too hot nor too cold. I have found a fault in my&s;elf, I confe&s;&s;e. I will re|form it, and be an indifferent father.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>O here's the man I &s;ought, whom, I confe&s;s, I am half &s;orry to commit with the re&s;t, becau&s;e <HI>I</HI> found him civiller.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hoping you will not &s;take that good opinion, <HI>I</HI>'le now come nearer to you. And &s;ince here is &s;uch a convention of love and joy. I hope my offering of a &s;ons true duty may &s;inde <HI>I</HI> dulgencie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>What? my &s;on <HI>Antonie?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>How? how? your &s;on that &s;hould have had my daughter? Come hither <HI>Kate,</HI> now if thou lov'&s;t him, take him. Are you content, friend <HI>Cock|brayne.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>O &s;ir, mo&s;t happily.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why run you not together?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is too late, or needle&s;&s;e now for me to marry her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is't come to that? and if <HI>I</HI> do not &s;windge him&mdash;.Are you too good, &s;ir, for my daugh|ter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> do not &s;ay &s;o, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Huswife, do you like him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>No more then he does me, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Get you together, or <HI>I</HI>'le &s;waddle you both into one, you perver&s;e fooles.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ant.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, the truth is, we are married already.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis &s;o, indeed, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heyday! who am <HI>I</HI> trow? how dur&s;t you do it vvithout my con&s;ent?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> had your con&s;ent, &s;ir, you commanded me to take my choice in vvhom <HI>I</HI> plea&s;'d, before you vvould take notice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="96" REF="150">
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> cannot abide this vvrangling. Give you joy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Joy and my ble&s;&s;ing on you. Why <HI>I</HI> knovv not vvhom to commit novv.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have done the Common-wealth a &s;pecial piece of &s;ervice the vvhile vvith your State-braines. But let us make a night of this, <HI>I</HI> pray.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cit.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, the parties have given me &s;atisfaction, and <HI>I</HI> am content they be relea&s;'d.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's an hone&s;t fellovv novv, and looks like one that vvould be beaten every day for ready money. Go novv, vvhile ye are vvell, and be &s;een no more in this Precinct.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All.</SPEAKER>
<P>Never and't plea&s;e your vvor&s;hips, never.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cro&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tvvas built for no &s;uch vermine. Hence avvay.</L>
<L>And may the place be purg'd &s;o every day.</L>
<L>'Tis no unvvorthy member may be found,</L>
<L>To pe&s;ter or to vilifie this ground.</L>
<L>That as it vvas intended, it may be</L>
<L>A Scoene for Vertue and Nobilitie.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="epilogue">
<PB REF="150">
<HEAD>EPILOGUE.</HEAD>
<L>TIs not the Poets Art, nor all that we</L>
<L>By life of Action can pre&s;ent on't, ye</L>
<L>Can or ought make us to pre&s;ume a Play</L>
<L>Is good, 'tis you approve't. Which that you may</L>
<L>It cannot misbecome us, &s;ince our gaines</L>
<L>Come by your favour, more then all our paines.</L>
<L>Thus to &s;ubmit us unto your commands.</L>
<L>And humbly ask the favour at your hands.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="epilogue">
<HEAD>Another.</HEAD>
<L>'Tis done. And now that Poets can divine,</L>
<L>Ob&s;erve with what Nobility doth &s;hine</L>
<L>Faire <HI>Covent-Garden.</HI> And as that improves,</L>
<L>May we finde like Improvement in your Loves.</L>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
</TEXT>
<TEXT LANG="eng">
<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="151">
<PB REF="151" MS="y">
<P>THE NEW ACADEMY, Or, the NEW Exchange.</P>
<P>By RICHARD BROME.</P>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed or <HI>Andrew Crook,</HI> at the <HI>Green Dragon</HI> in Saint <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">auls</HI> Church-yard: And <HI>Henry Brome</HI> at the Gun in <HI>Ivy-lane.</HI> 1658.</P>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<LIST>
<PB REF="152">
<HEAD>The Actors Names.</HEAD>
<ITEM><HI>Sir</HI> Swithin Whimlby, <HI>a melancholy Widower. Suitor to the Lady</HI> Ne&s;tlecock.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Old</HI> Matchil, <HI>a Merchant that married his Maid.</HI> Gabri|alla's <HI>Guardian.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Young</HI> Matchil <HI>his &s;onne.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Old</HI> Lafoy <HI>a French Gentleman, Guardian to young</HI> Matchil.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Young F.</HI> Lafoy <HI>his &s;onne.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Mr. <HI>Hardyman, Captain</HI> Valentines <HI>Father-in-law.</HI> Han|nah's <HI>father.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Strigood, <HI>half brother to</HI> Matchil.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Valentine Askal, <HI>&s;on-in-law to</HI> Hardiman. Hannah's <HI>half-brother.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Era&s;mus <HI>a young Gentleman, his Companion and Friend.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Ca&s;h, Matchils <HI>Prentice.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Nehemiah Ne&s;tlecock, <HI>a fooli&s;h Gentleman, the Ladies &s;onne.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Ephraim, <HI>the Lady</HI> Ne&s;tlecocks <HI>Servant.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Rafe Camelion <HI>an uxorious Citizen.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>A Footpo&s;t.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><TABLE>
<ROW>
<CELL>Papillion</CELL>
<CELL ROWS="2"><HI>Two Mon&s;ieurs,</HI> alias</CELL>
<CELL>Philip</CELL>
<CELL ROWS="2">Matchils <HI>and</HI> Lafoy's</CELL>
<CELL ROWS="2"><HI>&s;ons</HI></CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL>Galliard</CELL>
<CELL>Frances</CELL>
</ROW>
</TABLE></ITEM>
</LIST>
<LIST>
<HEAD>VVomen.</HEAD>
<ITEM>Ladie Ne&s;tlecock, <HI>a fond Mother.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><TABLE>
<ROW>
<CELL>Joyce, Ma<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">chils <HI>Daughter.</HI></CELL>
<CELL ROWS="2"><HI>Foster Si&s;ters.</HI></CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL>Gabriella, Lafoy's <HI>Daughter.</HI></CELL>
</ROW>
</TABLE></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Mrs.</HI> Blithe Trip&s;hort, <HI>Sir</HI> Swithin Whimlbies <HI>Neece.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Hannah, Camelions <HI>wife,</HI> Captain Hardimans <HI>daughter.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Maudlin, Matchils <HI>Maid and Wife.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="play">
<PB N="1" REF="152">
<HEAD>THE NEW ACADEMY, OR, THE <HI>NEW EXCHANGE.</HI></HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>Act. I.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Valentine, Era&s;mus.</STAGE>
<P>_IS this the entertainment you promi&s;'d me in the Jovial Mer|chants hou&s;e? Is this the great intere&s;t you have in his huge ho&s;|pitality? when by half an hours attendance and intreats, we can|not obtain the &s;ight of him.</P>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<P>I wonder at it; Sure &s;ome &s;trange di&s;a&s;ter has &s;uddenly befallen him. He was, la&s;t night the merrie&s;t man alive, drank healthes; told tales; &s;ung Catches; <HI>Trowle the Bowle; To&s;&s;e the Cannykin;</HI> and what not! and all for joy, that his &s;onne, he &s;aid, was upon his returne, whom he has not &s;een the&s;e dozen years, &s;ince he &s;ent him a little Lad into <HI>France,</HI> to be bred there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>I heard he did &s;o; and that in lieu, by way of
<PB N="2" REF="153">
Exchange, he brings up the daughter of the Pari&s;ien that breeds his &s;onne.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<P>Right.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>But is that daughter &s;o exqui&s;ite a creature, as is this Merchant <HI>Matchills</HI> own whom you &s;o much extoll?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<P>They are both &s;o equally hand&s;ome, and ver|tuous, that, be their dowries &s;o, and their con&s;ents alike, <HI>I</HI>'ll take my choice of cro&s;&s;e and pile for either, with &s;uch a friend as thou art.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth, and that's friendly &s;poken, <HI>Mus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is &s;o <HI>Val.</HI> yet not with &s;ome policie do <HI>I</HI> wi&s;h thee a fortune: for, in&s;ooth. young Gentleman, though <HI>I</HI> like your per&s;on, and &s;ome of your qualities, yet by rea&s;on of your wants, <HI>I</HI> finde you &s;omething heavy on my pur&s;e-&s;trings; and my &s;elfe &s;carce able to &s;upply you. And, if we faile of good matches, <HI>I</HI> mu&s;t even turne you over &s;hortly to the hopes you hoa&s;t of in your City-My&s;tre&s;&s;es and Trade&s;mens wives&mdash;.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Peace, prythee hold thy peace.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Ca&s;h.</STAGE>
<P>Friend <HI>Ca&s;h! Is</HI> your Ma&s;ter, Mr. <HI>Matchill</HI> yet at lei&s;ure <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 word"> be &s;een?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>He much de&s;ires, &s;ir, to be held excu&s;'d. 'Tis true that he invited you. His dinner's ready; and his heart welcomes you. But he has met with an unhap|py newes to day.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> feard &s;ome ill. What is the mat|ter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<P>His only &s;onne, whom he of late expect|ed home out of <HI>France,</HI> we hear, is dead.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>His daughter will prove a bouncing match then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="3" REF="153">
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's the impre&s;&s;ion the heavy newes makes in you, Gentlemen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, let's go.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, Gentlemen, although my Ma&s;ters &s;ud|den &s;adne&s;&s;e &s;huts him from you. His meat and wine are ready. There are &s;ome good company in his Par|lour too, Pray &s;tay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Are his faire daughter, and the <HI>French-</HI>borne</L>
<L>Dam&s;el there to be &s;een?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<P>Both. Pray be plea&s;'d to enter.</P>
<P>I hope his pa&s;&s;ionate fit e're you have din'd will be pa&s;t over. He is not wont to &s;uffer long under the hand of &s;orrow.</P>
<L>'Tis like that you &s;hall &s;ee him ere you go.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<P>In that faire hope we'll enter and fall to.</P>
<STAGE>Ex. Val. Er.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis like you &s;hall fall &s;hort though of your aim</L>
<L>At my young My&s;tre&s;&s;e, who by this black newes,</L>
<L>Becomes my Ma&s;ters heire, and &s;o the white</L>
<L>That all the gallant &s;uiters of the City</L>
<L>And Court will level their keen &s;hafts at. Where</L>
<L>Are mine own hopes then, that &s;tood as faire</L>
<L>In competition for her, love as any,</L>
<L>When the great noi&s;e of her inheritance,</L>
<L>Shall drown each Lovers tongue, that cannot &s;ay,</L>
<L>It is a Lords at lea&s;t, I rather wi&s;h</L>
<L>The young man had not did.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Strigood.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where's my Boykin? my Friskoe? my De|light? my <HI>Ca&s;h?</HI> by what better name can I call thee?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<P>O me! Ma&s;ter <HI>Strigood,</HI> what make you here?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>I come to comfort my brother in his &s;or|row.</L>
<L><PB N="4" REF="154">
His &s;onne is dead, they &s;ay. Ha! Is't not &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>And he is almo&s;t dead with &s;orrow: Back &s;ir.</L>
<L>The &s;ight of you, that are his &s;ole vexation, will make him mad.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>That is my way to cure him.</L>
<L>Madne&s;&s;e drowns grief in any man.<HI>&mdash;Probatum.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good Mr. <HI>Strigood</HI> depart.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good Mr. <HI>Ca&s;h,</HI> and Mr. <HI>Matchils</HI> man.</L>
<L>I'll &s;ee your Ma&s;ter. What! deny his brother?</L>
<L>His nowne natural brother? By the &s;urer &s;ide too</L>
<L>We tumbled in one Pannier; though we had</L>
<L>Two Rippiers, Sweet &s;ir, I am the elder too</L>
<L><HI>Strigood</HI> was in my mother before <HI>Matchill</HI></L>
<L>Therefore, becau&s;e I have &s;pent an e&s;tate</L>
<L>And he has got-one, mu&s;t not <HI>I</HI> maintain</L>
<L>My &s;elf the better man?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes: if you had the wherewithal.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, you had been as good ha' held your tongue.</L>
<L>Lend me &s;ome money <HI>Ca&s;h.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have no money, &s;ir, but what's my Ma|&s;ters.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who&s;e money, &s;ir, was that you played la&s;t night.</L>
<L>Among the Knights and Braveries at the ordinary?</L>
<L>Gold by the handfuls, <HI>Ca&s;h!</HI> Lend me two pieces.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Speak lower, &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lend me three pieces, <HI>Ca&s;h.</HI></L>
<L>Before I &s;peak too loud, who&s;e money's that</L>
<L>You u&s;e to weare abroad at Fea&s;ts and Revels</L>
<L>In &s;ilver lace and &s;atten; though you wait</L>
<L>At home in &s;imple Serge, or broad-cloth, &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be not &s;o loud, I pray.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lend me five pieces.</L>
<L>I &s;hall grow louder el&s;e. Who payes your Barber?</L>
<L><PB N="5" REF="154">
I mean not for your Prentice pig-hair'd cut</L>
<L>Your weare at home here; but your Periwigs;</L>
<L>Your locks and Lady-ware that dangle in 'em,</L>
<L>Like &s;traws in the bu&s;h natural of a Bedlem?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>What mean you Mr. <HI>Strygood.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mean ten pieces now; I'll go no le&s;&s;e. Do not I know your haunts?&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>You may; you train'd one to 'em</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do not I know your our leaps, and vagaries?</L>
<L>Your tiring hou&s;es, where you &s;hift your &s;elf,</L>
<L>Your privy lodgings, for your trunks and punks?</L>
<L>Your midnight walks and meetings? Come, the money.</L>
<L>And, heark thee, though thou mode&s;t my brother by't.</L>
<L>I'll keep thy councel: thou &s;halt finde me yertuous.</L>
<L>I want, he gives me nothing; and thou can&s;t not</L>
<L>Do him better &s;ervice, then relieve his brother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h:</SPEAKER>
<L>I am in; and mu&s;t, to hide my old faults, do</L>
<STAGE>&mdash;A&s;ide.</STAGE>
<L>Like an ill Painter, lawbe 'em o're with new.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Quickly. I &s;hall grow loud again el&s;e <HI>Ca&s;h.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I am in your hands, here are ten pieces.</L>
<L>I hope you will not think my Ma&s;ter for&punc;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>No; no for all he has that comes through thy hands.</L>
<L>My nimble <HI>Ca&s;h;</HI> and from his I am &s;ure,</L>
<L>Though I were &s;tarving, I &s;hould finger nothing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Will you go now?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI>'ll &s;ee him e're I go,</L>
<L>And dine, if there be meat i'th' hou&s;e. What eate's</L>
<L>Are there within <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">'ll draw a knife amon<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> 'em.</L>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>This de&s;perate old Ru&s;&s;ian, would undo me,</L>
<L>But he hopes to wa&s;te his brother by me.</L>
<L>He has &s;pent him&s;elf to beggery; and would fall &s;o,</L>
<L>But that he has pernicious fire in's brain,</L>
<L><PB N="6" REF="155">
That raging &s;preads to ruine others with him.</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> mu&s;t beware of him,</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Lady</HI> Ne&s;tlecock, Ephraim.</STAGE>
<L>Is &s;he come too?</L>
<L>Then 'tis deereed, my Ma&s;ter mu&s;t, from &s;orrow, &s;uffer in madne&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go home <HI>Ephraim.</HI></L>
<L>And have a care you &s;uffer not my boy</L>
<L>To Straggle forth 'mong his unhappy play-mates,</L>
<L>For fear of mi&s;chief.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<L>It &s;hall be my care.</L>
<STAGE>&mdash;Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>What do you lock up my brother, ha?&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>H' has lock't him&s;elf up, Madam; and will &s;uffer</L>
<L>None to come at him, till his &s;orrowful fit</L>
<L>Be &s;omewhat over.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not's own Si&s;ter, ha?&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor his half brother neither: yet he's here.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is he here, ha? That <HI>Strygood?</HI> Is he here?</L>
<L>Hang him old reprobate. And be&s;hrew thy heart,</L>
<L>For a young varlet, to call him our brother.</L>
<L>It is no marvel, if my brother <HI>Matchil</HI></L>
<L>Lock up him&s;elf, and &s;uch a wickedne&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Be in his hou&s;e, as is that <HI>Strygood,</HI> ha&mdash;</L>
<L>Let him take heed, he comes not in my Nayl reach,</L>
<L>And call me Si&s;ter, or my Brother, brother,</L>
<L>Like a debau&s;h'd old Villain, as he is.</L>
<L>O that my husband <HI>Ne&s;tlecock</HI> were alive,</L>
<L>But for three minutes, to &s;end him to</L>
<L><HI>Newgate,</HI> if he pre&s;ume to call me Si&s;ter</L>
<L>But <HI>I</HI> command you in my husbands name,</L>
<L>Who was a Ju&s;tice, when he liv'd, to thru&s;t him</L>
<L>Out of your Ma&s;ters doors, my brothers hou&s;e.</L>
<L><PB N="7" REF="155">
Le&s;t <HI>I</HI> be &s;ick with the loath'd &s;ight of him.</L>
<L>You will not di&s;obey this, will you, ha?&mdash;</L>
<L>If not, why &s;tir you not? ha.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> mu&s;t remove</L>
<L>This fit of hers. There's but one way to do it;</L>
<L>And thats to talk of her white boy, &s;he's fond on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Will you not &s;end him packing, ha?&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h,</SPEAKER>
<L>Fir&s;t, Madam.</L>
<L>(By your good Ladi&s;hips leave) how does your &s;onne</L>
<L>Sweet Ma&s;ter <HI>Nehemiah Ne&s;tlecock?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> thank you courteous friend. In truth, la&s;t night,</L>
<L>One of my Coach-gueldings fell lame, and <HI>I,</HI></L>
<L>By that con&s;train'd to come afoot,</L>
<L>Was forc'd to leave my boy at home; or el&s;e</L>
<L>He had come with me, to have been a comfort</L>
<L>To his &s;ad Uncle: But <HI>I</HI> would not now</L>
<L>For twice my Gueldings price, my childe were here;</L>
<L>And that foule fiend i'th' hou&s;e, who&s;e very looks</L>
<L>Would fright him into &s;ickne&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>O good Lady!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> can't &s;o &s;oon forget the fright he took</L>
<L>At &s;eeing the rogui&s;h Jugler once eat tow,</L>
<L>And blow it out of's mouth in fire and &s;moke,</L>
<L>He lay a fourtnight by't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's two yeares &s;ince.</L>
<L>And he was then but young, he's now a man.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Alack a childe; but going in's nineteenth year.</L>
<L>Where's my Neece <HI>Joyce?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Within there Madam; &s;o is <HI>Gabriella</HI></L>
<L>The French young Gentlewoman to attend you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI>'ll &s;tay with them till <HI>I</HI> may &s;ee my brother.</L>
<STAGE>&mdash;Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> hope old <HI>Strygood,</HI> who now on the &s;udden</L>
<L>Hath &s;lipt her memory, meets her by the eares fir&s;t.</L>
<STAGE><PB N="8" REF="156">
<HI>Enter</HI> Matchil, <HI>an opeu letter in his hands.</HI></STAGE>
<L>But the good minute's come, before I look't for't.</L>
<L>My Ma&s;ter now appears. He looks mo&s;t &s;ourely</L>
<L>Expre&s;&s;ing more of anger then of grief.</L>
<L>I feare, old <HI>Strygood</HI> was &s;o loud with me,</L>
<L>That he hath over-heard us, and I &s;hall break</L>
<L>Before I am a Freeman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sorrow be gone</L>
<L>And puleing grief away, while&s;t I take in</L>
<L>A nobler and more manly Pa&s;&s;ion;</L>
<L>Anger, that may in&s;truct me to revenge.</L>
<L>My childe is lo&s;t by treacherous neglect</L>
<L>In that fal&s;e Frenchman, to who&s;e &s;eeming care</L>
<L>I tru&s;ted the chief comfort of my life;</L>
<STAGE>Matchil reades.</STAGE>
<L>My boy. Nay, read again. 'Tis written, here,</L>
<L>He was grown man:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>His man, I think, he &s;aid.</L>
<STAGE>Ca&s;h <HI>li&s;tens to</HI> Match|il, <HI>and &s;peaks a&s;ide.</HI></STAGE>
<L>Does your man trouble you. I do not like that</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>And here he writes that in his youthful &s;pring</L>
<L>And heat of &s;pirit, he began to grow</L>
<L>Intemperate and wilde&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wilde! Are you there?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Which drew him on to riotous expence&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>And there again, to riotous expence!</L>
<L>'Tis I directly that he's troubled with.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>And &s;ometimes into quarrels. What o' that?</L>
<L>In all this he was &s;till mine own. Oboy&mdash;</L>
<STAGE>Mat. ki&s;&s;es the paper.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Some &s;lave has writ &s;ome fearful information.</L>
<L>Again&s;t me, and he hugs and ki&s;&s;es it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>And had his Guardian had a feeling care</L>
<L>(Hang his French friend&s;hip) over my dear childe,</L>
<L><PB N="9" REF="156">
As I had over his, the&s;e youthful follies</L>
<L>Might have been temper'd into manly vertues.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hear not that.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>But I fall back agen</L>
<L>From my revenge to grief. Away; I will not.</L>
<STAGE>He reads again.</STAGE>
<L>Here's the death-doing point. The&s;e &s;light di&s;orders.</L>
<L>In my young forward &s;onne (I finde it here)</L>
<L>Were, by his churli&s;h and perfidious Guardian,</L>
<L>Interpreted no le&s;&s;e then Reptobation,</L>
<L>And, by his ignorant cruelty, &s;o puni&s;h'd.</L>
<L>For, here he &s;huts his eare and door again&s;t him:</L>
<L>When &s;uddenly the loo&s;e licentious world</L>
<L>Soothes on his youthful, in judicious courage</L>
<L>To imminent de&s;truction; &s;o being engag'd</L>
<L>In a ra&s;h quarrel, he in duel fell.</L>
<L>Th' Opponents &s;word was in&s;trument; yet I inferre.</L>
<L><HI>Lafoy,</HI> his Guarcian was his murderer.</L>
<L>Farewel, my boy; and this is the la&s;t teare</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt wring from me. Something <HI>I</HI>'ll do,</L>
<L>Shall &s;hew a fathers love, and valour too.</L>
<L>I'm young enough to draw a &s;word in <HI>France,</HI> yet.</L>
<L>But fir&s;t&mdash;Come hither, <HI>Sirrah.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now it comes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mrt.</SPEAKER>
<L>I purpo&s;e &s;treight to order my e&s;tate</L>
<L>Look that you forthwith perfect my Accompts;</L>
<L>And bring me all my books of debtor and creditor,</L>
<L>Receipts and payments, what you have in wares,</L>
<L>And what in ca&s;h, let me inform my &s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis as I fear'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'll &s;et all right and &s;treight,</L>
<L>All &s;tatutes, bonds, bills, and &s;eal'd in&s;truments</L>
<L>That do concern me, I have in my Clo&s;et</L>
<L>Or at my Councels, or my Scriveners.</L>
<L><HI>I</HI>'ll call in them my &s;elfe. Why doe&s;t thou look &s;o amaz'dly?</L>
<L><PB N="10" REF="157">
Would'&s;t have me yield a rea&s;on? why, I'll tell thee</L>
<L>I mean to make a voyage; and, perhaps,</L>
<L>To &s;ettle and proportion out my e&s;tate</L>
<L>By Will, before I go. Do you as I command you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Whatever he pretends, I know his drift:</L>
<L>And, e'te I'll be di&s;cover'd by my &s;tay;</L>
<L>Being run out, I'll choo&s;e to run away.&mdash;</L>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>My daughter in the fir&s;t place mu&s;t be car'd for.</L>
<L>I'll make her a good match. My next in blood then,</L>
<L>My Knave-half-brother, and my whole fool-Si&s;ter.</L>
<L>But the be&s;t is, her Ladi&s;hip has enough;</L>
<L>And all I have, in <HI>Strygoods</HI> hands, were nothing.</L>
<L>Therefore I'll purpo&s;e nothing to him. Oh.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Joyce <HI>and</HI> Gabriella.</STAGE>
<L>The Joy and Torment of my life, at once</L>
<L>Appear to me. I mu&s;t divide them, thus.</L>
<STAGE>He thru&s;ts off Gabriella.</STAGE>
<L>Hence hated i&s;&s;ue of my mortal foe</L>
<L>VVhom I have fo&s;ter'd with a Parents Piety</L>
<L>As carefully and dearly as mine own.</L>
<L>VVhile the inhumane cruelty of thy Sire</L>
<L>Has to untimely death expo&s;'d my &s;onne.</L>
<L>Thank me I kill not thee; &s;o leave my hou&s;e.</L>
<L>There's <HI>French</HI> enough in town, that may befriend you.</L>
<L>To pack you o're to <HI>Paris;</HI> what's your own</L>
<STAGE>To <HI>Joyce.</HI></STAGE>
<L>Take w'ye, and go. VVhy cleave you to her &s;o?</L>
<L>For&s;ake her, ca&s;t her off. Are not my words</L>
<L>Of force, but I mu&s;t u&s;e my hands to part ye?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jo.</SPEAKER>
<L>Deare, honour'd father, I be&s;eech you hear me.</L>
<L>In parting us you &s;eparate life from me,</L>
<L><PB N="11" REF="157">
And therein act a real crueltie</L>
<L>On me your only childe, &s;harper then that,</L>
<L>Which you can but pretend done by her father.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dur&s;t thou &s;peak &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> cannot live from her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>O mon&s;trous. Pray, your rea&s;on. Why not live?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>You know, Sir, from our Infancie we have been,</L>
<L>Bred up together, by your tender care</L>
<L>As we had been twin-borne, and equally</L>
<L>Your own; and by a &s;elf-&s;ame education,</L>
<L>We have grown hitherto, in one affection,</L>
<L>We are hoth but one body, and one mind,</L>
<L>What <HI>Gabriella</HI> was, <HI>I</HI> was, what <HI>I,</HI> was &s;he.</L>
<L>And, till this haple&s;&s;e houre, you have enjoyn'd me,</L>
<L>Nay, charg'd me on your ble&s;&s;ing, not to arrogate</L>
<L>More of your love unto my &s;elf, then her,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>That was, 'cau&s;e <HI>I</HI> pre&s;um'd her father lov'd,</L>
<L>Or &s;hould have lov'd my &s;onne, your brother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> never knew brother, or &s;i&s;ter, <HI>I;</HI></L>
<L>Nor my poor &s;elf, but in my <HI>Gabrella.</HI></L>
<L>Then blame me not to love her, <HI>I</HI> be&s;eech you</L>
<L>&mdash;Upon me knees.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Th' art knee-deep in rebellion.</L>
<L>Unnatural Gip&s;ie, &s;ince thou prov'&s;t my torment</L>
<L>In being the &s;ame with her; and ha&s;t declar'd</L>
<L>Thy &s;elf no more my childe, then &s;he, whom now</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> do abhorre, avoid, with her, my &s;ight.</L>
<L>Ri&s;e, and be gone, le&s;t thou pull curfes on thee</L>
<L>Shall &s;ink thee into earth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>O rather, Sir.</L>
<L>Let me, 'gain&s;t whom your fury fir&s;t was bent</L>
<L>Suffer alone the &s;harpne&s;&s;e of your vengeance:</L>
<L>And let it not be &s;aid, 'cau&s;e you &s;urmi&s;e,</L>
<L>My father lo&s;t your &s;on, that, therefore, you</L>
<L><PB N="12" REF="158">
Have ca&s;t away your daughter. Hurl me, rather,</L>
<L>Into the ruthle&s;s waves to &s;eek my way;</L>
<L>Or do but take her, hold her in the armes</L>
<L>Of your paternal love, and <HI>I</HI>'ll take flight</L>
<L>To weane her to you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>She cannot, may not leave me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Out of my doors then, with her.&mdash;</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Lady</HI> Ne&s;tlecock.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's the matter? ha&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Such as you cannot mend, deare Lady Si&s;ter.</L>
<L>What come you hither with your Ha&mdash;for? Ha&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>To comfort you, dear brother, if you'll heare me.</L>
<L>Your &s;onne is dead, they &s;ay; and here I finde</L>
<L>Your daughter is rebellious 'gain&s;t; our will.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;peak much comfort, do you not, think you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>But is it &s;o <HI>Joyce?</HI> ha!&mdash;I thought you, <HI>Joyce,</HI></L>
<L>Would have rejoyc'd your father in obedience, <HI>Joyce;</HI></L>
<L>And not afflict him with your &s;tubbornne&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>O this impertinent woman!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>But my brother,</L>
<L>Let me advi&s;e you, rather then &s;uffer her</L>
<L>To be an eye-&s;ore to you, put her out,</L>
<L>Where &s;he may learne more duty. If you plea&s;e</L>
<L>I'll take her home, and &s;hew her how it &s;hould be</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, as you have &s;hewen your <HI>Ne&s;tlecock,</HI> your &s;onne.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>I, there's a childe! Brother, you'l pardon me,</L>
<L>If I a&s;pire in hope, that he &s;hallbe</L>
<L><PB N="13" REF="158">
Your heire, if <HI>Joyce</HI> mi&s;carry in rebellion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>And therefore you would breed her. How the devil</L>
<L>Works in a covetous woman! Though a foole too.</L>
<L>Your &s;onne's an A&s;&s;e; an Ideot; and your &s;elf</L>
<L>No better, that have bred him &s;o. Do you tell me</L>
<L>Of your &s;weet &s;ugar-chop't Ne&s;tle cock&s;combe?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>He's fit t' inherit nothing but a place</L>
<L>I'th' Spittle-hou&s;e, Fools Colledge, yond, at <HI>Knights|bridge.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>And did <HI>I</HI> come to bring thee con&s;olation?</L>
<L>Now let me tell thee, I rejoyce in thy</L>
<L>Ju&s;t puni&s;hment, thy &s;courge of cro&s;&s;es. Thou,</L>
<L>That for the&s;e &s;ix years &s;pace&punc; until this day,</L>
<L>Ha&s;t kept continual fea&s;t and jollitie</L>
<L>For thy wives death, who was too good for thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Right, for &s;he was my Ma&s;ter, a perpe<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="3 letters">l</L>
<L>Vexation to me, while &s;he was above-ground</L>
<L>Your Ladi&s;hip could not have &s;poke more comfort to me</L>
<L>Then the remembrance of that &s;hook-off Shackle,</L>
<L>Which now, in my affliction makes me &s;mile,</L>
<L>And were I on her grave, <HI>I</HI> could cut capers.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>A further puni&s;hment, I pr<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">hecie</L>
<L>Grows in the neck of thy leud in&s;olence</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I could e'ne finde in heart to marry again,</L>
<L>In &s;pight, now, of thy witchcraft, my &s;on dead!</L>
<L>My daughter di&s;obedient! and your childe</L>
<L>A very chilblaine. What have I to do</L>
<L>But marry again: all women are not devil<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">,</L>
<L>I may yet get an heire unto my minde.</L>
<STAGE><PB N="14" REF="159">
<HI>Enter</HI> Strigood.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Art thou here too&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay, you forget your brother, Mr. <HI>Matchil.</HI></L>
<L>You have match'd ill once already; and take heed</L>
<L>You match not wor&s;e, your children, though un|toward.</L>
<L>And taking of the devilli&s;h Shrew, their mother,</L>
<L>Were likely of your own begetting; Yet</L>
<L>Your &s;econd wife may bring you a &s;upply</L>
<L>Of heires, but who mu&s;t get them, fir&s;t is doubtful.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thy impudence amazes me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'm &s;ick at &s;ight of the leud Reprobate.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dee ca&s;t about for heirs; and have be&s;ides</L>
<L>Your daughter here, a brother and a &s;i&s;ter?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Call not thy &s;elf our brother. He appears</L>
<L>U<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="3 letters">nde to me, but thou in&s;ufferable,</L>
<L>I loath to look upon thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>He has &s;poke</L>
<P>Again&s;t her Aunt, her Moon-calf &s;onne. <HI>I</HI>'ll make her love me be&s;t, and pre&s;ently.</P>
<L>Brother, <HI>I</HI> &s;ay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> cannot look upon thee.</L>
<L>Provoke me not to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">eech, <HI>I</HI> charge thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Str.</SPEAKER>
<L>Give me leave to &s;peak; Hold you your peace;</L>
<L>Hear but my brotherly advice; and when</L>
<L>Give your con&s;ent in &s;ilence.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(Mat.)</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>hum hum, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hear him not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(Mat.)</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor you neither, <HI>hum&mdash;hum&mdash;hum.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> am not angry with you now; and therefore</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> charge you, hear him not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(Mat.)</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>hum hum&mdash;</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="15" REF="159">
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>My advice is thus, that for your daughters good.</L>
<L>For mine own good, and for your Si&s;ters good.</L>
<L>And for her &s;onne, your Nephew's good.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>How's that? ha!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>And chiefly for your own good, and the credit</L>
<L>A wi&s;e man would de&s;ire to hold i'th' world,</L>
<L>Think not of marrying, nor of buying hornes</L>
<L>At the whole value of your whole e&s;tate,</L>
<L>But match your daughter while you have the meanes</L>
<L>In your own hands; give her a good round portion,</L>
<L>Here are de&s;erving Gentlemen i'th' hou&s;e.</L>
<L>Next, think of me your brother, that has &s;pent</L>
<L>In down-right fellow&s;hip (heaven knows what</L>
<L>All fraudulent purpo&s;es to make any man</L>
<L>A mi&s;er or a gainer by't) a faire e&s;tate.</L>
<L>And now do want a brotherly &s;upply.</L>
<L>A hundred a year or &s;o: but above all</L>
<L>Fa&s;ten your land unto yout Si&s;ters &s;onne.</L>
<L>That hopeful Gentleman, &s;weet <HI>Nehemiah.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(Mat)</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>hum.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now brother you may hear him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>What though it &s;traggle from the name of <HI>Matchil.</HI></L>
<L>Remember yet he is your mothers Grandchilde.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why dee not hear him, brother?&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(Mat.)</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>hum.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>As I hope</L>
<L>To be a landed man my &s;elf,</L>
<L>Had I a thou&s;and yearly, I would leav't him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Trulie, I thank you. Now I'll call you brother.</L>
<L>Y'are a good natur'd Gentleman if you had it.</L>
<L>Come home, and &s;ee my &s;onne.&mdash;VVill you not hear him? ha</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I need not, nor your &s;elfe. I &s;ee you gape</L>
<L>Like mon&s;ters that would &s;wallow me alive.</L>
<L>I know your mindes; and I will do mine own.</L>
<L>And, thus it is. Stay, let me &s;tay a little.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="16" REF="160">
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Look you how wilde he looks.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>He's falling mad.</L>
<L>Stark &s;taring mad,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>I would he had a wife then,</L>
<L>For nothing el&s;e can tame him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>So it &s;hall be.</L>
<L>Fir&s;t, I'll be Ma&s;ter of mine own e&s;tate.</L>
<L>Next&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Take a wife to ma&s;ter that, and you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Next, you <HI>Madamoi&s;elle,</HI> (on whom with pa|tience</L>
<L>I cannot look) for&s;ake my hou&s;e, and &s;uddenly;</L>
<L>Linger not for a man to wait upon you,</L>
<L>But let your black bag guard you, 'tis a fa&s;hion</L>
<L>Begun among&s;t us here by your own Nation.</L>
<L>And if I longer mu&s;t call you my daughter,</L>
<L>For&s;ake you her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhat mine own heart? dear Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>At your own choice. <HI>I</HI> can force her depar|ture,</L>
<L>Though not per&s;wade your &s;tay, determine quickly</L>
<L>Either to leave her, and enjoy a father,</L>
<L>Or never more expect a fathers ble&s;&s;ing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dear, mine own heart, leave me, obey your father.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>It mu&s;t be to my death then.</L>
<STAGE>[Weepes</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'll be &s;udden.</L>
<L>Therefore be you as brief in your re&s;olve.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Alas, poor hearts. Ju&s;t &s;o loth</L>
<L>To part was <HI>I</HI> and my &s;onne <HI>Nehemiah</HI></L>
<L>Today when <HI>I</HI> came forth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Neece <HI>Joyce,</HI> let me</L>
<L>Advi&s;e you.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray, Sir, none of your advices.</L>
<L>Let her advi&s;e her &s;elf; while&s;t <HI>I</HI> impart</L>
<L>To you my next intention; which is thus.</L>
<L><PB N="17" REF="160">
To end your &s;trife for &s;hares in mine e&s;tate</L>
<L>I'll venter on a wife: indeed <HI>I</HI>'ll marry</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Will you &s;o? ha!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes indeed La,&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>If then</L>
<L>You'l e&s;tate nothing on me for my life</L>
<L>Give me a &s;ee to help you to a wife,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> can, a good one.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI>'ll none, Sir, of your good ones.</L>
<L>Be&s;ides, Sir, <HI>I</HI>'m provided.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are not, are you? ha</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let it &s;uffice, <HI>I</HI> &s;ay't, &s;o quit my hou&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Shall <HI>I</HI> expect then nothing?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray &s;ir, do.</L>
<L>'Tis all <HI>I</HI> can afford you. You have wit,</L>
<L>Yes, you can daunce, tread money out of ru&s;hes,</L>
<L>Slight and activity to live upon.</L>
<L>A nimble braine, quick hands and airie heels</L>
<L>To get a living.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hah.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray fall to practice.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> may, &s;ir, to your co&s;t, if you put off</L>
<L>Your daughter with her Sweet-heart, her <HI>Mon Coeur</HI></L>
<L>There, as &s;he calls her. Dear, my Lady Si&s;ter;</L>
<L>You &s;ee how churli&s;hly this Merchant u&s;es us.</L>
<L>He has forgot, &s;ure, he was borne a Gentleman.</L>
<L>Will you be plea&s;'d, <HI>I</HI> &s;peak to you in your eare.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Any way, brother <HI>Strigood,</HI> Hang him, <HI>Nabal,</HI></L>
<L>To warn me out o's hou&s;e; and not alone,</L>
<L>To turne a &s;tranger from within his gates,</L>
<L>But offer to ca&s;t out his childe too, ha!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis about that <HI>I</HI>'d &s;peak, pray Madam heark you.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Era&s;mus, Valentine.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Noble Mr. <HI>Matchil,</HI> though we are your meat</L>
<L><PB N="18" REF="161">
Before we &s;aw you you will give us leave</L>
<L>To take our leaves, and thank you ere we part.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>O Gentlemen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>W'have heard your cau&s;e of &s;orrow.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>But I have over-pa&s;t it. Heark ye Gentlemen</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Era&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>You'l give us leave fir&s;t to &s;alute the Ladies.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, if you love me, heare me fir&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er. Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your will, Sir.</L>
<STAGE>Talk a|&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Neece, you &s;hall no way di&s;obey your father</L>
<L>In being rul'd by me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>So, &s;o, it takes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>You and your &s;econd &s;elfe &s;hall home with me</L>
<L>Until his furious humour be blown over.</L>
<L>To which the fir&s;t meanes is to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 word"> his fight,</L>
<L>And then let me alone to make your peace.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy. Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>We thank your Ladi&s;hip.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>So let us &s;lip.</L>
<L>Home to my hou&s;e together.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hi&s;t brother, lead the way.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>As glad as ever Fox was of his prey</L>
<STAGE>Exit. <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">om. Pet. Mat. Er. Vab.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis even &s;o, Gentlemen, &s;orrow findes no lodging.</L>
<L>In my light heart &s;ometimes &s;he knocks at door,</L>
<L>And takes a drink, but here &s;he mu&s;t not &s;it by't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Y' are happy Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet I have heard you &s;ay</L>
<L>You never ta&s;ted joy for divers yeares</L>
<L>Till your wife died: &s;ince when, a King of mirth,</L>
<L>And now to marry agen is &s;uch a thing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes &s;ir, tis &s;uch a thing that I will marry</L>
<L>That I fore know can never di&s;obey me</L>
<L>And I'll defie the devil to di&s;hone&s;t her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is &s;he &s;o ougly?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, he means &s;o vertuous.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well-&s;aid, &s;ir, you &s;hall drink before me. <HI>Ra|chel, Mawdlin.</HI></P>
<L><PB N="19" REF="161">
'Prote&s;t you &s;hall though't be in my own hou&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now he re&s;umes his humour.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Ratchel</HI> I &s;ay,</L>
<L>Bring me a kan o' &s;ack.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>But how can you</L>
<L>Pre&s;ume before the dangerous marriage-trial</L>
<L>That &s;he whom y'have cho&s;en will be obedient.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>D' ye think he has not tried her? There's a que&s;tion</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well-&s;aid agen. I was about to &s;ay &s;o.</L>
<L><HI>Rachel,</HI> &s;ome &s;ack, I &s;ay. Yes, I have tried her, &s;ir,</L>
<L>Tri'd her, and tri'd her again; all over and over</L>
<L>The&s;e five yeares day and night; and &s;till obedient.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then you are &s;ure to her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, I never u&s;'d</L>
<L>A marriage-que&s;tion, not a woing word,</L>
<L>But do all by command, &s;he is &s;o obedient.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>And yet &s;he's cha&s;te and vertuous withal.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well-&s;aid again, &s;ir, &s;o I was a &s;aying.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>But we have talk't away the Gentlewomen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>No matter, let'hem go. Would they were far enough.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Ent.</HI> Rach.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Rachel, <HI>&s;ilver Kan and Napkin.</HI></STAGE>
<P>Come, the &s;ack, the &s;ack.&mdash;Who taught you that courte&s;ie maid.</P>
<L>Pray try a better to the Gentleman.</L>
<L>Prote&s;t you &s;hall begin.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>In your own hou&s;e, &s;ir?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">'ll rather g' ye my hou&s;e, then break my word in't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Y' are Lord here, and may command me, &s;ir. And &s;o my &s;ervice to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'll do you rea&s;on, &s;ir.</L>
<STAGE>&mdash;Val. drink.</STAGE>
<L>Be ready with your Napkin, and a lower douke maid.</L>
<L><PB N="20" REF="162">
I'll hang dead weight at your buttocks el&s;e. So.</L>
<L>Is not this obedience, Gentlemen, Mr. <HI>Era&s;mus?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Mus,</HI> I will call thee <HI>Mus,</HI> I love to be</L>
<L>Familiar, where I love; and Godamercy</L>
<L>For your friend here; you both &s;hall &s;ee my daugh|ter.</L>
<L>But my French Damo&s;el and I are parted</L>
<L>I hope by this time. So here's to you <HI>Mus.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>To me, to me, to me.</L>
<STAGE>[M. <HI>drinks.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha boy, art there? di&s;patch</L>
<L>Your court'&s;ie quickly, and go cal my daughter.</L>
<STAGE>[Er. drinks</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rach.</SPEAKER>
<L>She is gone forth, for&s;ooth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Forth, ha? when? whither?</L>
<L>La ye, &s;he thinks I'm angry, and the finger</L>
<L>Is in the eye already. Is not this</L>
<L>Feare and obedience, Gentlemen? who went with her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rach.</SPEAKER>
<P>She went with my Lady <HI>Ne&s;tlecock,</HI> to bring <HI>Gabriella</HI> on her way they &s;aid.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I would</L>
<L>They were all in <HI>France</HI> together.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>What, your daughter?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>She comes again, I doubt not. Dry your eyes.</L>
<L>And drink that &s;ack, without a court'&s;ie, drink it.</L>
<L>You do not know my meaning, Gentlemen.</L>
<L>Stay: now gi' me't agen.&mdash;Now go and dry</L>
<L>Your face within&mdash;without a court'&s;ie? ha!</L>
<STAGE>Ex. Rach.</STAGE>
<L>Now is not this obedience, Gentlemen?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>But this is not the rare obedient peece</L>
<L>That you will marry?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>You do not hear me &s;ay &s;o.</L>
<L>But I pre&s;ume, as much obedience</L>
<L>In her I have made choice of.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Marrie a maid.</L>
<L><PB N="21" REF="162">
And we will be her Hench-boyes, if you plea&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, I'll have no &s;uch blades 'bout my wives hanches.</L>
<L>But come, to end this tedious Scene, in which</L>
<L>I ha' pa&s;t the Purgatorie of my Pa&s;&s;ions</L>
<L>Of &s;orrow, anger, feare, and hope at la&s;t.</L>
<L>I am refin'd, &s;ublim'd, exalted, fixt</L>
<L>In my true Sphere of mirth; where love's my object.</L>
<L>And bloodie thought of black revenge ca&s;t by.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Could your faire brea&s;t harbour a bloody thought?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>For &s;ome few minutes, in which exta&s;ie</L>
<L>I meant t' ha' gone, as other Gallants do.</L>
<L>To fight in <HI>France,</HI> for&s;ooth, and charg'd my man</L>
<L>To draw up his Accompts, call in my moneys,</L>
<L>Thought to have made my Will&mdash;.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;aw your Ca&s;hier</L>
<L>Go forth e'ne now with a &s;ttong lu&s;ty Porter</L>
<L>Loaden with money: I will not &s;ay my teeth</L>
<L>Water'd at it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>But 'twas enough to make</L>
<L>A very true mans fingers itch.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I cannot</L>
<L>Think he is run away; but yet I like not</L>
<L>His carrying forth, when <HI>I</HI> &s;ay, fetch in money.</L>
<L>But this is from my purpo&s;e. Love ye mirth?</L>
<L>Let's in, and drink, and talk. That gives it birth.</L>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT. II.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>SCENE 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Camelion. Hannah.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>I prithee now, I prithee, prithie now</L>
<L>Urge me no more in this ca&s;e; for <HI>I</HI> cannot,</L>
<L><PB N="22" REF="163">
Nor <HI>I</HI> wo' not &s;o <HI>I</HI> wo' not, <HI>I</HI> be jealous</L>
<L>O&s; mine own wife, mine own deat fle&s;h and blood?</L>
<L>That's &s;uch a thing! I pidee &s;peak no more on't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;hew you love <HI>Rafe.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>So I hope I do <HI>Nan.</HI></L>
<L>My cock, my pity nittle nan&s;ie cock&s;ie,</L>
<L>Do I not &s;hew my love when I deny thee</L>
<L>Vnrea&s;onable reque&s;ts? I never heard</L>
<L>Of woman that de&s;ir'd a loving husband</L>
<L>To be a jealous Ma&s;ter over her.</L>
<L>E&s;pecially a City-Shopkeeper.</L>
<L>The be&s;t part of who&s;e trade runs through the hands</L>
<L>Of his faire wife too! 'Tis unrea&s;onable.</L>
<L>And thou the &s;ir&s;t that e're take up the humour.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>And you the &s;ir&s;t that e're I knew be&s;otted</L>
<L>Into a wilful confidence, which renders</L>
<L>Me to a vile con&s;truction; and your &s;elfe</L>
<L>By leaving me to all a&s;&s;aults and hazards</L>
<L>Have got the reputation of a Wittal.</L>
<L>Or one that &s;eems contented to become &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Hon &s;oit qui maly pon&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>My Cock, my Nan&s;ie Cock, my Cock&s;ie Nan&s;ie,</L>
<L>Ki&s;&s;e me, and u&s;e thine own con&s;cience: I &s;corn</L>
<L>The yellow &s;ickne&s;&s;e, I, let 'hem all &s;ay what they will.</L>
<L>D'einty, come thou to me. I will not lo&s;e</L>
<L>An haires bredth o' my humour, nor retain</L>
<L>An ill thought o' my Cocks hone&s;tie</L>
<L>For all the wealth i' the Exchange, not <HI>I</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>I not de&s;ire you &s;hould, but only that</L>
<L>You will not &s;eem &s;o carele&s;&s;e of my credit,</L>
<L>Expo&s;ing me to all temptations</L>
<L>Of the wilde Gallantry of the wanton time.</L>
<L>By whom (although my cha&s;tity remaines</L>
<L>Untouch't) my name and your di&s;cretion &s;uffers.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pi&s;h, <HI>Honi &s;oit</HI> again: Cock, I defie</L>
<L>Calumniation and detraction I.</L>
<L><PB N="23" REF="163">
When I am jealous, let the horne-cur&s;e take me;</L>
<L>And let me be with hornets &s;tung to death.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Still you flie from the point, I would not have</L>
<L>You vex your &s;elf with cau&s;ele&s;&s;e jealou&s;ie</L>
<L>Over my con&s;tant love; but only &s;eem</L>
<L>A little watchful o're my reputation.</L>
<L>Whereby you may decline mens leud attempts.</L>
<L>And not to throw me upon opportunities</L>
<L>To draw them on; as if I were a thing</L>
<L>S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters"> out, as in your &s;hop, for common &s;ale.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Cock,</HI> Thou &s;halt never tie me to't: not I.</L>
<L>I mu&s;t not lo&s;e my harmle&s;&s;e recreations</L>
<L>Abroad to &s;nook over my wife at home.</L>
<L>Thought'&s;t ha' me like the hair-brain'd Point-tagger,</L>
<L>That u&s;'d to hammer his fingers at one end</L>
<L>O'th' &s;hop, while's wife was bargaining at the other?</L>
<L>Not I; &s;weet <HI>Cock,</HI> pidee lets heare no more on't.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Foot-po&s;t.</STAGE>
<L>Now friend! Is your bu&s;ine&s;&s;e to me or my wife?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Po&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>This Super&s;cription will inform you, &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<P>To my deare daughter Mrs. <HI>Hannah Camelion,</HI> at her &s;hop or hou&s;e in or near the New Ex|change.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cock.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take it quickly, what a Knave art thou to put a letter in my hands, that is directed to my wife. Sbobs I would not ha' open'd it for fonrty pound.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Po&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>If all husbands in the City were of his minde, it were a Forre&s;t of fooles indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Cock, I mu&s;t leave thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray &s;tay a little. This letter's from my fa|ther.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope the good Captaine's well.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="24" REF="164">
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, very well, pray read his Letter here.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Cock, you &s;hall pardon me. Not I.</L>
<L>I have a match to play at the ducking-pond.</L>
<L>Prithee fore-&s;low not my occa&s;ions, Cock,</L>
<L>As I forbear to pry into thy &s;ecrets.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here's nothing but what I would have you &s;ee.</P>
<P>There's for your po&s;tage, friend. It needs no an|&s;wer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Po&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>I thank you, My&s;tris.</L>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>But if you will not &s;tay to reade this Let|ter.</L>
<L>You &s;hall not deny me one thing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>What is it, quickly? my &s;weet <HI>Nanny Cock.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here, take this pen: write here a word or &s;entence.</L>
<L>What you plea&s;e. But keep it well in minde,</L>
<L>And look that you be &s;ure to know't agen</L>
<L>When <HI>I</HI> &s;hall &s;hew't you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis done, there: <HI>I</HI> defie, and dare the de|vil and all his Clerks to counterfeit my hand. So, my &s;weet <HI>Cock,</HI> a ki&s;&s;e and adieu.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well <HI>Rafe,</HI> remember that you won't be jea|lous.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not <HI>I,</HI> Sbobs yonder comes one of the Blades,</L>
<L>That thou would'&s;t have me have an eye to; He</L>
<L>That lives by his wits, and yet is &s;eldom &s;ober:</L>
<L>That goes &s;o gallantly, and has no credit,</L>
<L>Nor ever buyes with ready money; But</L>
<L>Barters commodity for commodity.</L>
<L>(Such as it is) with Trade&s;mens wives, they &s;ay.</L>
<L>What call you him, oh <HI>Askal;</HI> there's another</L>
<L>Comes with him too. Into thy &s;hop, good <HI>Cock.</HI></L>
<L><HI>I</HI> wo' not &s;tay, not <HI>I.</HI> So, farewel <HI>Cock.</HI></L>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="25" REF="164">
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>And farewel Cox&s;combe, &s;ome wife would &s;ay now.</L>
<L>I am much troubled at his &s;illine&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>And would to right me, &s;traine a womans wit,</L>
<L>Knew I with mode&s;ty how to an&s;wer it.</L>
<L>Something I'le do.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Era&s;mus, Valentine.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Was ever &s;uch a humour in a man, as this mad</L>
<L>Merchant <HI>Matchil</HI> is po&s;&s;e&s;t with.</L>
<L>To marry &s;o, to &s;pight his childe and kindred.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>He has made his daughter by't a match worth nothing.</L>
<L>And there your hope is gone.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>And yours in me.</L>
<L>For as I &s;aid before, good <HI>Valentine.</HI></L>
<L>I mu&s;t returne you to your City wives.</L>
<L>By the old trade to pick your maintenance</L>
<L>Out of em, as you boa&s;t you can.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis well, &s;ir.</L>
<L>And now to let you know that I can live</L>
<L>Without the helps of &s;uch cool friends as you.</L>
<L>I'le &s;hew you a pre&s;ent probability.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Doe&s;t &s;ee yond pretty mumping peece i'th' &s;hop there?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, is that one&mdash;?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val</SPEAKER>
<L>One o'th' fourty, boy,</L>
<L>That renders tribute in to my Exchecquer.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Did&s;t ever lie with her?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>How plain you are. Not I, not I.</L>
<L>That&punc;s her fool-husbands word.</L>
<L>Let it &s;u&s;&s;ice that I have &s;een her thrice.</L>
<L>And that I lay with, drink, and weare her money.</L>
<L>O 'tis the &s;weete&s;t Rogue.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>How got you acquainted.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="26" REF="165">
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le tell you that, walking by chance as now,</L>
<L>Before her &s;hop, where a young Gentleman</L>
<L>Was bargaining, he call'd me by my name,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val Askall.</SPEAKER>
<L>In&s;tantly her eye was fixt,</L>
<L>And &s;treight ran over my delineaments,</L>
<L>Which <HI>I</HI> &s;et to her view; and took occa&s;ion</L>
<L>To ask her how the object plea&s;'d her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Bold-face.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> never lo&s;t by that.</L>
<L>She then demands, Is your name <HI>Askall,</HI> &s;ir?</L>
<L>I an&s;wer, Yes. Pray of what countrey, &s;ir?</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> told her; when a &s;udden flaming blu&s;h</L>
<L>Did in her face betray the fire of love,</L>
<L>That was at th' in&s;tant raging in her brea&s;t,</L>
<L>She look't me through and through. Sigh'd, turn'd away.</L>
<L>Then look't again under her hat-brims thus.</L>
<L>And thus I nimbly catch't her with mine eye.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>I, thou ha&s;t a devilli&s;h catch i'that &s;ame eye.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, what I have, I have. I gave a leere</L>
<L>With that &s;ame eye that made her turne her whitesup.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>But to the point.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why do you think a woman's &s;o quickly brought to th' point?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhat follow'd then?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;aw &s;he was &s;truck, and thus I gave her line</L>
<L>To play withal. I whi&s;per'd in her eare,</L>
<L>The way to finde my lodging and my &s;ervice.</L>
<L>Next morning early comes a me&s;&s;age to me,</L>
<L>Inviting me to dinner: Chear and welcome</L>
<L>Plenteou&s;ly flowed; and &s;ir, before we parted</L>
<L>Upon &s;ome private conference, twenty pieces</L>
<L>Were clutch't into this hand, but with a caution</L>
<L>To be di&s;creet and thrifty of her pur&s;e,</L>
<L>And keep a friend in &s;tore. <HI>I</HI> have been mode&s;t,</L>
<L>And have not &s;truck her &s;ince, but for ten more.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="27" REF="165">
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>And that's your la&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> le hold you ten o that</L>
<L>See &s;he has &s;pied me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat lack ye, Gentlemen; faire cut-work bands, boot-hoo&s;e, or boot-hoo&s;e tops, &s;hirts, wa&s;t-coats, night-caps, what will you buy?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> come not now to buy.</L>
<L>But in plain termes to borrow. Do you not know me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not on the&s;e termes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sure thou mi&s;tak'&s;t the woman.</L>
<L>This is not &s;he, thou talk'&s;t fo freely on <HI>Bounce.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>She's cautious before thee. Walk off a little.</L>
<L>Now you may hear me, Lady.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Give me leave</L>
<L>A little, fir&s;t to wonder at your ra&s;hne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>To talk &s;o openly before a &s;tranger.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>My intimate friend: I'le tru&s;t him with my life.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's that to my unblemi&s;h't reputation?</L>
<L>'Tis not your life can &s;alve that, being wounded.</L>
<L>But thus it is, when women out of goodne&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Hazard their fortunes to relieve the wants</L>
<L>Of &s;uch as you, that carry no re&s;pect,</L>
<L>But to your own licentious Appetites.</L>
<L>And think no favour's &s;weet, unle&s;&s;e you may</L>
<L>Have priviledge to boa&s;t 'hem to our &s;hame.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>I do not boa&s;t of yours.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray, boa&s;t no more</L>
<L>Then you have found, and much good may they do you.</L>
<L>'Tis not poor thirty pieces can undo me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, nor ten more <HI>I</HI> hope; and that's the &s;umme</L>
<L>I would entreat: all makes but fourty pound.</L>
<L><HI>I</HI>'ll pay thee like a Gentleman, as I am one,</L>
<L>Either in money; or doe&s;t hear me, Rogue,</L>
<L>In what &s;hall plea&s;e thee better. Come, be wi&s;e,</L>
<L><PB N="28" REF="166">
Thy husband's a dull ducking Game&s;ter. And</L>
<L>Kennels his water-dog in <HI>Turnbull-</HI>&s;treet.</L>
<L>We'll an&s;wer his delights with better &s;port.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>There's your pre&s;umption.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, 'tis my ambition.</L>
<L>When &s;hall we walk to <HI>Totnam?</HI> or cro&s;&s;e o're</L>
<L>The water, or take Coach to <HI>Kengington</HI></L>
<L>Or <HI>Padington;</HI> or to &s;ome one or other</L>
<L>O'th' City out-leaps for an afternoon,</L>
<L>And hear the Cuckow &s;ing to th' purpo&s;e? when?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Had.</SPEAKER>
<L>A woman were a wi&s;e one that would tru&s;t</L>
<L>Her &s;elfe in &s;uch wilde hands as yours; to have</L>
<L>Her name made Tavern-talk among your blade,</L>
<L>And thru&s;t i'th 'li&s;t of your loo&s;e-hilted My&s;tre&s;&s;es:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>O no; fie no: you cannot think how clo&s;e</L>
<L>And careful I will be. Heark in thine eare.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>I cannot blame this fellow now &s;o much</L>
<L>For u&s;ing of his wits to get his living,</L>
<L>Though in an idle way; as for traducing</L>
<L>People of worth and vertue, as this woman</L>
<L>Who I am credibly inform'd is vertuous</L>
<L>And too di&s;creet for him to &s;hark upon.</L>
<L>Therefore to grace him&s;elf, he &s;landers her.</L>
<L>I have alwayes lik't his company till now,</L>
<L>And &s;hall hereafter be more wary of him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well &s;ir, upon pour faithful prote&s;tation,</L>
<L>And vow of &s;ecre&s;ie, liere's ten pieces more.</L>
<L>You have found a tender-hearted woman of me</L>
<L>Over your wants; and all the &s;atisfaction</L>
<L>That I de&s;ire, is, that I may not &s;uffer</L>
<L>Under a lavi&s;h tongue; 'tis ea&s;ie payment.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, but I'le pay thee better. Therefore tell me, when we &s;hall meet and have a &s;pirta|broad.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your friend &s;tayes for you, &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pi&s;h, let him &s;tay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="29" REF="166">
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;light him now, but he knows all your Councels.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>By this good tongue, no more then the un|begotten <HI>Hans</HI> that I mean to clap into thy <HI>Kel|der.</HI></P>
<L>Nor ever &s;hall: doe&s;t think I am &s;o fooli&s;h</L>
<L>To talk away my hopes? No, thou art my Faery,</L>
<L>Pinch me to death when I di&s;cover thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han,</SPEAKER>
<L>Go to, avoid &s;u&s;pition then, be&s;ides</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> have occa&s;ions that do call me hence.</L>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your &s;tay was &s;omewhat long.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet 'twas to purpo&s;e.</L>
<L>As here you may behold, but I mu&s;t make no words on't.</L>
<STAGE>[1. 2, 3, 4, &amp;c.</STAGE>
<L>She has enjoyn'd me that. O'tis a cunning Gyp&s;ie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>So't &s;eems, by tru&s;ting thee that ha&s;t no pow|er to keep a &s;ecret.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Troth, to tell you true.</L>
<L>My con&s;cience will not beare't, <HI>I</HI> cannot be</L>
<L>So ungrateful to receive a courte&s;ie,</L>
<L>But to acknowledge it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet thou ha&s;t the con&s;cience</L>
<L>To work a mans e&s;tate out of his hands</L>
<L>By his wives frailty, even to break his back.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis rather to be fear'd &s;he may break mine.</L>
<L>She's a tight &s;trong dock't Tit.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>O Trade&s;men, why do you marry?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why? to make Trade&s;women.</L>
<L>For Gentlemen that want money and commodity.</L>
<L>You know the thing that I call father in <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 word">,</L>
<L>That had my mothers whole e&s;tate, and butied her,</L>
<L>Allowes me nothing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thank your own &s;weet cour&s;es.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>My cour&s;es are &s;weet cour&s;es, they &s;erve me to live upon.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>But I &s;hall put you off</L>
<L><PB N="30" REF="167">
O'one of your &s;weet cour&s;es, or at lea&s;t</L>
<L>I'le &s;train a point of friend&s;hip to be &s;atisfied</L>
<L>Touching this woman, 'twill be worth di&s;covery.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>But why the&s;e cloudy looks? do not you like my cour&s;es? ha&punc;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>I cry thee mercy, <HI>Val.</HI></L>
<L><HI>I</HI> was upon our former &s;ubject <HI>Matchil.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>I there's a ha&s;ty match clap't up. You ask't</L>
<L>Why Trade&s;men marry, there's a marriage now!</L>
<L>A humorous Cox&s;combe that could never laugh</L>
<L>In all his la&s;t wives dayes; and &s;ince her death</L>
<L>Could ne're be &s;ad. For him to marry his Malkin</L>
<L>For poor and cour&s;e obedience. Well. I hope</L>
<L>To take my cour&s;e in his hou&s;e yet for all.</L>
<L>Her boa&s;ted cha&s;tity and obedience.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Woulde&s;t thou touch &s;uch a thing?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>What, not for money?</L>
<L>She can pay well and her ugline&s;&s;e cannot fright me</L>
<L>I can do that work winking.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>She can be no &s;uch woman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tell not me</L>
<L>What any woman can or cannot be,</L>
<L>You'll give me leave to try my fortune with her,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, and walk with you towards it.</L>
<STAGE>Ex. Ambo.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD><HI>Scoen.</HI> 2.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Lady Ne&s;tlecock, Ephraim.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>No newes, no tidings of 'em, <HI>Ephraim,</HI> ha!</L>
<L>Was even &s;ucg a &s;cape?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not &s;ince the Rape</L>
<L>Of H<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">llon<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> I'm per&s;waded. I have &s;earch't</L>
<L>With narrow eyes (as I may &s;ay) with care,</L>
<L>And diligence in mo&s;t &s;ecret places.</L>
<L>And can no way inform my &s;elf, what is</L>
<L>Betide of the young Damo&s;els, or old Squire.</L>
<L>Your Neece, and the <HI>French</HI> Virgin, and the man</L>
<L><PB N="31" REF="167">
Unworthy to be call'd your brother <HI>Strigood.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>O hang him Villain.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<L>Doubtle&s;&s;e 'twas his plot</L>
<L>To work upon your Ladi&s;hips good nature</L>
<L>To harbour them, that he might take th' advantage</L>
<L>Of &s;tealing them away.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>What to do, ha?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<L>To do? much may be done by his &s;educements,</L>
<L>On two &s;uch tender Virgins, though he &s;hould</L>
<L>But plant them in our &s;uburbs: but my feare</L>
<L>Is that he has tran&s;ported them beyond &s;eas</L>
<L>Into &s;ome Nunnery. Your Ladi&s;hip</L>
<L>Knows he is adver&s;e in Religion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know he is of none.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<L>Satan will work.</L>
<L>The &s;tronger in him, then to their &s;ubver&s;ion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>How &s;hall I an&s;wer now my brother <HI>Matchil?</HI></L>
<L>But he is ju&s;tly &s;erv'd to marry &s;o.</L>
<L>The thought of it torments me. Where's my comfort?</L>
<L>Where's <HI>Nehemiah, ha?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<L>He's bu&s;ie, Madam.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>What, at his book? or at his mu&s;ick, ha?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<L>That is, his Ballet, or his Jewes Trump. No,</L>
<L>Madam. He is bu&s;ie at his exerci&s;e of Armes</L>
<L>With a new Ca&s;ting top, a Cat and Cat&s;tick,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> bought and brought him home.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>I thank you for 'hem,</L>
<L>My careful di&s;creet <HI>Ephraim.</HI> I like</L>
<L>His harmle&s;&s;e exerci&s;es well.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope,</L>
<L>Your Ladi&s;hip can &s;ay &s;ince I have had</L>
<L>The Government of him under your Ladi&s;hip,</L>
<L>I have been careful of the Gentleman,</L>
<L>And have his love withal &s;o much, that I</L>
<L>Dare &s;ay (I hope you'll pardon the compari&s;on)</L>
<L>That had you married me (which was as likely</L>
<L><PB N="32" REF="168">
As that your brother would have ta'ne his Maid.</L>
<L>I think that Mr. <HI>Nehemiah</HI> would not</L>
<L>Have run away in hatred of our Match,</L>
<L>As Mrs. <HI>Joyce.</HI> it &s;eems, hath done of theirs.</L>
<L>I hope your Ladi&s;hips pardon, I under&s;tand</L>
<L>My duty.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>And you &s;peak but rea&s;on <HI>Ephraim.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have given her there a touch of my affection.</L>
<L>Who knowes how it may work?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go call him in.</L>
<L>I would not have him over heat him&s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis a good care. And Madam, by the way,</L>
<L>Let me advi&s;e, that &s;ince his riper yeares</L>
<L>Require, and that faire Propo&s;itions</L>
<L>Of marriage are tender'd for him, that</L>
<L>We gently by degrees, do take him off</L>
<L>From childi&s;h exerci&s;e, indeed plaine boyes play.</L>
<L>More manly would become him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>You would have him</L>
<L>Do wor&s;e then, would you? and be nought, you var|let?</L>
<L>What! would you have him play at Mans-game, ha?</L>
<L>Fore he be married, ha! what, what! how now!</L>
<L>Is it but up and ride w'ye, ha!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<L>I humbly</L>
<L>Be&s;eech your Ladi&s;hips pardon, I will call</L>
<L>Sweet Mr. <HI>Nehemiah</HI> to your wor&s;hip.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go, th'art an hone&s;t man. I know thou lov'&s;t him.</L>
<STAGE>Ex. Ep<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">.</STAGE>
<L>Indeed he's all my comfort and my care</L>
<L>And I mu&s;t naturally re&s;pect all tho&s;e</L>
<L>That do partake with me my care of him.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Nehemiah, <HI>looking down and eating.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>my boy <HI>Negh,</HI> Sonne <HI>Nehemiah.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>F'&s;ooth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="33" REF="168">
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's my good Lamb. Hold up thy head; and thou.</L>
<L>Shalt have a wife.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>But mother f &s;ooth, when I have her,</L>
<L>Will &s;he play with me at peg-top?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>At any thing, my boy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>And &s;he ha' not good box and &s;teel, I &s;hall &s;o grull her.</L>
<L>And then at Mumbledepeg I will &s;o firk her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>But when y'are married, you<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ll finde other pa|&s;time.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Whate're I &s;ay, I have a meaning though.</L>
<L>But yet, I doubt, I &s;hall not for&s;ake all</L>
<L>My old fagaries in a yeare or two.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know thy will is good to leave thy wag-tricks.</L>
<L>And I commend your under&s;tanding in it.</L>
<L>It &s;hewes you man, and ready for a wife.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Amardla, f'&s;ooth, I think &s;o; I Amardla.</L>
<L>For I did beat a boy as high as my &s;elfe</L>
<L>Ye&s;terday, with one hand.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Where was thy tother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>The boy had but one hand f'&s;ooth. <HI>I</HI> u&s;'d both.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well th'art too witty to live long, I feare.</L>
<L>But as I was &s;aying, &s;onne, <HI>I</HI> do expect</L>
<L>Sir <HI>Swithen Whimtby</HI> to bring his Neece.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who f<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;ooth, the crying Knight, he that has wept</L>
<L>E're &s;ince his Lady di'd; and mournes in colours;</L>
<L>Speaks nothing but in ver&s;e, and gives me Ballats;</L>
<L>The old Knight <HI>Powel,</HI> that pronounces what dee call 'hem?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Odes childe and Elegies. He has been in|&s;pir'd.</L>
<L>With the infection of Poetry,</L>
<L>E're &s;ince his wives departure: and 'tis thought</L>
<L><PB N="34" REF="169">
Nothing can put him out, or cure him of it</L>
<L>But a new wife to kill the furious itch of't,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>But is not his Neece too big for me? <HI>I</HI> would be loth</L>
<L>To be over-match'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>O witty, witry, &s;till.</L>
<L>But when &s;he comes <HI>Nehemiah,</HI> What'll you &s;ay to her?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI>'ll give her the time of the day or the night</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> warrant her, come at what houre &s;he will.</L>
<L>Why if I eat not all before &s;he come.</L>
<L>(And &s;he mu&s;t try her, if <HI>I</HI> do'nt) I'll ask her</L>
<L>If &s;he can &s;peak with plums in her mouth; and then</L>
<L>I'll offer her a long one and two round ones,</L>
<L>And nod at her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>You will not, will you, ha?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mother, I know both what to &s;ay and do</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> tru&s;t I am not to be taught to wooe.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Too witty &s;till, <HI>I</HI> &s;ay, to be long-liv'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>But heark you mother f'&s;ooth; I am told that you</L>
<L>Beare a moneths minde to that Sir <HI>Whimlby,</HI></L>
<L>And a cro&s;&s;e match is talk't on betwixt you</L>
<L>And the old Knight, and me and his young Neece.</L>
<L>O ho&mdash;is't &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is no crafty childe.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let me but &s;ee how you will handle him now</L>
<L>And mark how I'le come over her with &s;mall Jerks.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>O th'art a witty wag. A ble&s;&s;ing on it.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Ephraim, <HI>u&s;hering</HI> Whimlby <HI>and</HI> Blith.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam, Sir <HI>Swithen Whimlby</HI> and his Neece,</L>
<L>Mrs. <HI>Blith Trip&s;hort.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>They are very welcome,</L>
<L>Noble Sir <HI>Swithen.</HI></L>
<STAGE>[Ki&s;&s;e.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Noble Mrs. <HI>Blith.</HI></L>
<STAGE>[Ki&s;&s;e.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="35" REF="169">
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sweet Knight, y'are welcome.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Welcome, &s;weet Lady.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Still weeping.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<L>O good Madam.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Still weeping for a husband.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha, ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mother, &s;he puts me on't,</L>
<L>She laughes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Laugh with her then.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Amardla, &s;o I will, and if you laugh</L>
<L>At me, I'll laugh at you again, &s;o I will.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Are you there with me? <HI>I</HI>'le be here with you then.</L>
<L>Will you eat any Sugar-plums? no, I'le eat 'em for you.</L>
<L>There's ha, ha, ha, ha, for you now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you note, Sir <HI>Swithin,</HI> what a wag it is.</L>
<L>Walk into the next room <HI>Nehemiah.</HI> Did you note him?</L>
<STAGE>Ex. Neh. Blith.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam, to tell you true.</L>
<L>My love to you</L>
<L>Springs from the joy,</L>
<L>I take in your &s;weet boy</L>
<STAGE>&mdash;Eph. And that's the way to win her.</STAGE>
<L>I can take no delight</L>
<L>But in his &s;ight,</L>
<L>Nor any pride</L>
<L>Since my dear <HI>Gri&s;&s;el</HI> di'd,</L>
<L>In all, I &s;ee on earth or finde in books,</L>
<L>But that which overcomes me in his lookes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>O &s;weet Sir <HI>Swithen,</HI> you have all woo'd and won me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then all my hopes are fru&s;trate.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>My &s;onne &s;hall have your Neece, and for mine own part.</L>
<L>You loving him &s;o well, of what's in me.</L>
<L><PB N="36" REF="170">
I can deny you nothing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Gentle Madam.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<L>She offers up her &s;elfe; now may the proverb</L>
<L>Of proffer'd &s;ervice light upon her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, Sir <HI>Swithen.</HI></L>
<L>Let me entreat you to leave weeping now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Madam, I cannot &s;o</HI></L>
<L><HI>Forego my woe.</HI></L>
<L><HI>For while I &s;trive</HI></L>
<L><HI>My &s;olace to revive,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I do but &s;till re&s;tore</HI></L>
<L><HI>My grief, before</HI></L>
<L><HI>That did beti'd</HI></L>
<L><HI>When my dear</HI> Gri&s;&s;el <HI>did.</HI></L>
<L><HI>And when your Ladi&s;hip appears in &s;ight.</HI></L>
<L><HI>(Pardon) I cannot chu&s;e but cry out-right.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Alas, good Knight. He weeps pure Helicon.</L>
<L>He has not wherewithal to quench his love,</L>
<L>But his own teares. A wife would cool him better.</L>
<L>Why &s;ir, does &s;ight of me renew your grief?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>O Madam, Madam, yes;</HI></L>
<L><HI>In you the bli&s;&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That I do mi&s;&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I finde in&s;hrined is.</HI></L>
<L><HI>And till, to ea&s;e my paine,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I &s;hall regain</HI></L>
<L><HI>In you the Bride,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That in my</HI> Gri&s;&s;el <HI>di'd.</HI></L>
<L><HI>So oft as &s;he in you to me appears</HI></L>
<L><HI>My numbers cannot cea&s;e to flow in tears.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good &s;ir, collect your &s;elf, and be a&s;&s;ur'd</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> am your own, &s;o <HI>Neh.</HI> may have your Neece,</L>
<L>With her full Dowry of foure thou&s;and pounds.</L>
<L>My per&s;onal e&s;tate is full as much.</L>
<L>That and my &s;elf are yours on the cro&s;&s;e marriage,</L>
<L>You making me an an&s;werable Joincture.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="37" REF="170">
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is't come &s;o near; I'le cro&s;&s;e it, or my &s;tar&punc;</L>
<L>Drop cro&s;&s;es on my head. O vain, vain woman,</L>
<L>To doat on Poetry in an old man.</L>
<L>Ladies may love it in the young and bold,</L>
<L>And when they are &s;ick give gally-pots of gold,</L>
<L>For cordial Electuaries to chear</L>
<L>Their crop-&s;ick Mu&s;es; but to an old and &s;ere</L>
<L>Man that out-lives his labours, who can be</L>
<L>So vain to give her &s;elf away but &s;he.</L>
<L>I had been &s;itter for her, and <HI>I</HI>'le watch</L>
<L>Occa&s;ion yet, perhaps, to cro&s;&s;e the match,</L>
<L>I can tu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">n Poet too.</L>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dry now your eyes, and an&s;wer me in pro&s;e,</L>
<L>Are you content to yield to tho&s;e conditions</L>
<L>I have propounded, ha!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>VVhim.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am content.</L>
<L>And now for joy could weep,</L>
<L>Finding my <HI>Gri&s;&s;el</HI> in your Ladi&s;hip.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope the young ones do accord as well.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Nehemiah, Blith.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<L>Prote&s;t, I cannot abide you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor <HI>I</HI> you.</L>
<L>Amardla, that I cannot.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<L>They'r agreed.</L>
<L>Madam, it &s;eems they both are of one minde.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> do not like it. What's the matter <HI>Nehemiah?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>She is no wife for me, &s;he has broke my Jewes-trump; look you here el&s;e. And almo&s;t broke my head with one of my bounding &s;tones.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ble&s;&s;e my boy; &s;he has not, has &s;he, ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>And yet after all that, and for all <HI>I</HI> offered to teach her to &s;hoot in my Trunk and my Stone-bowe, do you think &s;he would play with me at Trou, Ma|dam? no, nor at any thing el&s;e. <HI>I</HI>'ll none of her.</P>
<P><PB N="38" REF="171">
And yet I'le have her too. If &s;he will promi&s;e to do as I would have her hereafter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>There, do you note him there, Sir <HI>Swithen?</HI></L>
<L>This childe has no childi&s;h meaning in't, I war|rant you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<L>No Madam, no, I know him inwardly</L>
<L>He is my joy, and &s;he &s;hall be conformable,</L>
<L>Or fare the wor&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La</SPEAKER>
<L>She will, <HI>I</HI> know &s;he will.</L>
<L>Will you not have my &s;on, &s;weet Mrs. <HI>Blith?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli</SPEAKER>
<P>Sweet Madam, what to do? ha, ha, <HI>I</HI> &s;hall be quickly weary with laughing at him. His fooling will &s;oon be &s;tale and <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">edious; and then to beat him would be as toil&s;ome to me; and la&s;tly, to be tied to nothing but to cuckold him, is &s;uch a common Town-trick, that I &s;corne to follow the fa&s;hion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La</SPEAKER>
<L>Can &s;he talk thus? ha!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<L>A merry harmle&s;&s;e Girle.</L>
<L>Fear not, good Madam, &s;he will come about.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<L>A thou&s;and mile about rather then meet him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> much de&s;ire &s;he would; for now my &s;onne</L>
<L>Is &s;et a marrying, <HI>I</HI> warrant it pure thing</L>
<L>It is in paine, till it be at it: ha!</L>
<L>Pray bring her on, Sir <HI>Swithen,</HI> let him ki&s;&s;e her.</L>
<L>Poor heart, he licks his lips; and look how ar&s;eward &s;he is.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fie <HI>Blith,</HI> be courteous, <HI>Blith.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mother,&mdash;&s;he has &s;pit Amard ju&s;t in my mouth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<L>Amard, what's that? if you &s;peak <HI>French</HI> you wrong me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Gip, Mrs. <HI>Trip&s;hort.</HI> Is this the manners your Mother left you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<L>Speak not you of Mothers, Madam.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">then,</HI> will you &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">e my childe abu&s;'d &s;o, ha?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="39" REF="171">
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can but grieve for't, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>My mother is as good as your mother, &s;o &s;he is, for all &s;he's dead.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, well-&s;aid <HI>Neh.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, it appears in your good breeding</L>
<L>Your fine qualities expre&s;&s;e her vertues &s;u&s;&s;iciently.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>How dare you Hu&s;wife talk thus to my &s;on, of me, and before my face too? ha! Sir <HI>Swithen,</HI> can you think well of me, and &s;uffer this, ha?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas, good Madam, I am down again I know not what to think of living woman now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La&punc;</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you bring your Neece to abu&s;e me?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am &s;o drown'd in teares, that I cannot <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ee what to &s;ay to't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mother, Amardla, the more I look on her, the better I like her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Saye&s;t &s;o, my boy. Be&s;ides, I have a conceit &s;he can out-&s;cold you&punc; and that's more then ever woman did, I think f'&s;ooth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>For thee, I do forbear her.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Matchil, Rachel.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>By your leave, my Lady <HI>Ne&s;tlecock,</HI> I have brought a &s;i&s;ter of yours here to &s;alute you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Though unworthy to be of your Coun&s;el, or at the Ceremony, I heard you were married brother. And by a Si&s;ters name you are welcome.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rac.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thank your Ladi&s;hip.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Sir Swithen Whimlby!</HI> and your pretty Neece! well met, what affairs have you in hand here? what do you cry for your old wife &s;till or for a new one? But heark, you Lady Si&s;ter, where's my daugh|ter?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now for a tempe&s;t. Truly &s;ir, I know not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is &s;henot with you, ha?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="40" REF="172">
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>No truly, &s;ir.</L>
<L>She's &s;lipt from me with her good Uncle <HI>Strigood.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>That Thief has &s;old her then into &s;ome Baw|dihou&s;e</L>
<L>Was this your project for her education,</L>
<L>To &s;teal my childe to make a whore of her?</L>
<L>Are you turn'd Lady b<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ud now for your Neece</L>
<L>Becau&s;e you have no daughter? O the devil!</L>
<L>If there be Law, I'll trounce your Lady Hag&s;hip.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat, what? how now? do you taunt me, &s;irrah, ha?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll make thee an example.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou ha&s;t made thy &s;elf an example, and the &s;corne of thine own childe in marrying of thy drudge there; and thats the cau&s;e of her running away thou maye&s;t think, becau&s;e &s;he hates to live where &s;he mu&s;t call her mother that was thy droile.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Droile, I think, &s;he &s;aid.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Speak to her, I charge thee, on thy obedience to &s;peak to her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>The droile is now your brothers wife, Madam, and in that &s;etting your Ladi&s;hips lavi&s;h tongue a&s;ide, as good a woman as your &s;elfe, none di&s;prai&s;'d, ha.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well-&s;aid <HI>Rachel,</HI> hold thine own <HI>Rachel.</HI> And &s;o to you, &s;ir <HI>Sw then.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mother, come away, mother.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>By and by, my boy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rac.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you pre&s;ume to call me drudge and droile, that am a Ladies Si&s;ter every day in the week; and have been any time the&s;e three dayes, ha.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's not every day in a whole week yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou &s;halt not dare to call me &s;i&s;ter Hu&s;|wife.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Cods &s;o, and why troe? becau&s;e a Lady &s;cornes to be a hu&s;wife, ha. If you be no huswife, I &s;c<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">rn to call
<PB N="41" REF="172">
you Si&s;ter, I; though my husband be your brother. From whence came you troe, ha?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know not what to &s;ay to the bold-face.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray f'&s;ooth come away, I am afear'd &s;he'l beat you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thanks, my good childe, but do not be afraid my Lamb.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Boldface, ha! Her brothers wife&punc;s a bold-face, but her face is not varni&s;h't over, yet like his Lady|&s;i&s;ters face, but it may be in time when &s;he learnes the trick on't, and have as many flies upon't, though not &s;o troubled with 'hem, as a bald mare at <HI>Mid&s;ummer,</HI> hah.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know not what to &s;ay to her, &s;he has charm'd the vertue of my tongue.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>I never heard her &s;peak &s;o much in all her life, Sir <HI>Swithin,</HI> nor half &s;o loud. hank heaven, &s;he has a voice yet on a good occa&s;ion. And &s;o farre I'll maintain her in it. Nephew <HI>Nehemiah,</HI> when &s;aw you your Cou&s;in <HI>Joyce.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Lud, O mother f'&s;ooth, look you, mine Uncle holds me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, naughty man, did a &s;o gi&punc;me a &s;troke, and I'll beat it, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">h&mdash;.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your wife has taught you to play the rude companion, has &s;he? Pray take her home &s;ir, and let her di&s;cipline your owne childe if you have one, and let mine alone. You know the way you came, &s;ir; or if you have a minde to &s;tay here, Come Sir <HI>Swithen,</HI> come away children; <HI>I</HI> hope <HI>I</HI> &s;hall finde &s;ome other room in mine own hou&s;e, free from your a&s;&s;aults, if not, <HI>I</HI>'m &s;ure there's Law again&s;t Riots. Come Sir <HI>Swithen.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not yet good Madam <HI>Ne&s;tlecock,</HI> you &s;hall hear me.</L>
<L>You have entic'd away, then lo&s;t my daughter.</L>
<L><PB N="42" REF="173">
And now y'are a jugling with your widow wit,</L>
<L>And your &s;mall worme here, to catch up for Gudge|ons.</L>
<L>Sir <HI>Swithen</HI> and his Neece, <HI>I</HI> know your plot..</L>
<L>She's not fit match for you Sir <HI>Swithen;</HI> and her &s;on</L>
<L>Much le&s;&s;e for your faire Neece. Come dry your eyes,</L>
<L>And look upon him, and not only look,</L>
<L>But laugh at him, <HI>I</HI> charge you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<L>I could now for him heartily.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mark how his mothers milk drops at his no&s;e, while I &s;hew you the mother and the childe.</P>
<P>He was her younge&s;t &s;onne, and all that's left of &s;even, and dreaming that he needs mu&s;t prove a Prophet, &s;he has bred him up a fool.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>F'&s;ooth mother he mocks me, oh.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>O prophane wretch, wor&s;e then thy brother <HI>Strigood.</HI></P>
<L>Do not cry, <HI>Nehemiah,</HI> peace, good boy, peace. So &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>A tender mother I mu&s;t &s;ay &s;he has been.</L>
<L>For till he was fifteen, none but her &s;elfe</L>
<L>Mu&s;t look his head, or wa&s;h his pretty face</L>
<L>For making of it cry. Laugh at her good Sir <HI>Swithen.</HI></L>
<L>And before that, till he was twelve yeares old</L>
<L>She would dance him on her knee, and play with's Cock.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wh<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">m.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah ah ah ah.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>So well-&s;aid, Sir <HI>Swithen.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ju&s;t &s;o efac my mother would &s;erve me, ha, ha.</L>
<L>Is not this better then whining.</L>
<L>Yes, or perhaps then wiving either.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rac.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you &s;ay &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;aid, Sir <HI>Swithen,</HI> laugh on. I hope I ha' done a cure on him, by &s;hewing him a
<PB N="43" REF="173">
more ridiculous object then him&s;elfe, to turne the tide of's tears.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Laugh &s;till, defie the fiends, women, and all their works.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Wh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha, ha, ha, let the dead go, and the quick care for them&s;elves. You buri'd your wife, and cri'd, and I buried mine.</P>
<L>And laugh; which is the manlier Pa&s;&s;ion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>He knows not that he is married agen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are the merrie&s;t Merchant, ha, ha, ha.</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> think I &s;hall not marry again in ha&s;te, ha, ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well-&s;aid, hold there. And for your Neece</L>
<L>Let me alone. I'le fit her with a match.</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> know a Lad that's worthy of her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha, ha.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>He<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ll laugh too much, I feare.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>He may at you,</L>
<L>For your officiou&s;ne&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>How's that?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>To thru&s;t your &s;elf into unthankful offices.</L>
<L>In things concerne you not. Will you turne Matchmaker</L>
<L>For others un-intreated, 'tis enough.</L>
<L>For you, I hope, that you have match't your &s;elfe, ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hah! Do you hab, or talk to me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who el&s;e</L>
<L>Should talk or give you coun&s;el but your wife?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVell-&s;aid <HI>Rachel,</HI> hold thine own <HI>Rachel.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am match't again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha, ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pax, cry again, or bur&s;t thy &s;elf with laugh|ing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>La.</HI> Ha, ha, ha. Laugh &s;on <HI>Nehemiah.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha. ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="44" REF="174">
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>What am <HI>I?</HI> what do you make of me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, what ha' you made your &s;elf? be&s;t ask the Chimney piece that you have married there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dur&s;t thou advance a voice again&s;t me, ha?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>You did commend it in me again&s;t your Si|&s;ter.</L>
<L>And I may better be familiar with you;</L>
<L>Hah, are you not my husband? <HI>I</HI> am &s;ure</L>
<L>'Tis not &s;o long &s;ince we were married, that</L>
<L>You can forget it, or <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">epent &s;o &s;oon.</L>
<L>I am not now your &s;lave, to have my face</L>
<L>Wa&s;h't with your &s;nuffes, nor to be kick't and trod on</L>
<L>VVithout re&s;i&s;tance, nor to make you an&s;wers</L>
<L>Meerly with &s;ilent court'&s;ies, run when you bid go</L>
<L>To fetch and carry like your Spaniel,</L>
<L>In which condition I liv<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">d long enough,</L>
<L>And was content until <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ou freed me out on't.</L>
<L>Now free I am, and will be a free woman,</L>
<L>As you are a free-man, ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha, ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>O ba&s;e-borne begger.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>You wrong your wife in that.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>How &s;he holds up the wife.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> never beg'd</L>
<L>Nor mov'd a lip to be your wife, not I,</L>
<L>You held my &s;ervice portion good enough,</L>
<L>And for my blood 'tis no more ba&s;e then yours,</L>
<L>Since both are mixt in marriage.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come your way.</L>
<L>And let me hear you &s;peak &s;o much at home.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope I may be bolder in mine own hou&s;e.</L>
<L>So Madam, for the love I have found in yours,</L>
<L>You &s;hall be welcome thither, when y' are &s;ent for.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>What a bold piece of Kitchin-&s;tuffe is this?</L>
<L>Brothery' are match't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="45" REF="174">
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<L>And catch't ifacla, ha, ha, ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>He has not a word to &s;peak.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Follow me home and dur&s;t.</L>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes &s;ir, <HI>I</HI> dare without more leave taking, ha.</L>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Was ever combe &s;o cut.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha, ha, ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>There's a new Aunt indeed! &s;he brought me nothing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have not laught &s;o much I know not when,</L>
<L>H'has made me laugh until <HI>I</HI> cry agen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Again, you are welcom, Sir, Mrs. <HI>Blith</HI></L>
<L>Now the unwelcome gue&s;ts are gone, lets in</L>
<L>And dine, then will we after meat</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<L>Of Joinctures, Madam, and of Nuptials treat.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Right &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<L>Love, as I &s;hall adore thee for a deity.</L>
<L>Rid me of this ridiculous &s;ociety.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>Act. III.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Matchil, Rachel, <HI>between</HI> Era&s;mus <HI>and</HI> Valentine.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Era&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>GOod Mr. <HI>Matchil.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>My&s;tris, be not &s;o violent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI>'ll rather run my Countrey, Gentlemen, then endure her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>You were be&s;t to kill her then, and then you'll have no other cour&s;e to take, unle&s;&s;e you &s;tay and be|hang'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="46" REF="175">
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le make thee glad to flie fir&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>From my hou&s;e and husband &s;hall I? from my po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ions &s;hall I? And leave you all to &s;pend in riot &s;hall I? No &s;ir, <HI>I</HI>'le &s;tay and &s;pend my &s;hare if you go to that, that will I. And make all flie as well as you, and you go to that, that will I, ha.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whoop, whow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, fle be not &s;o loud.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>What did&s;t thou bring thou drudge thou.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>That which you were content to drudge withal, I am too &s;ure o' that. The drudge you &s;peak of is no wor&s;e then your own wife, I am too &s;ure o'that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know not what to &s;ay to her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Did you not fay for better, for wor&s;e? And if 'twere wor&s;e then 'tis, 'twere all too good for you. And that I hope I &s;hall finde &s;ome good Friend to know.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>That I like well, <HI>I</HI>'le be her fir&s;t man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>I tru&s;t you have found the drudge to be a woman fit to content a man, and if you grant not that, &s;ome better man perhaps &s;hall be a Judge, betwixt you and the drudge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Better &s;till.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>She threatens hornes. I think.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hornes. I think, you &s;aid. If 'twere &s;o 'twere too good for you. Cannot your own wife content you, ha?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>She holds up that point &s;toutly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>That &s;hall be tri'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>O for an expert Chyrurgion now to ca&s;t her in a dead &s;leep, and geld her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<P>Introth you will be both &s;orry, when your pa&s;&s;ion gives but lea&s;t way to your under&s;tandings. Mr. <HI>Matchil,</HI> let me per&s;wade with you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Never unie&s;&s;e you bring her on her knees, to crave forgivene&s;&s;e at my foot.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="47" REF="175">
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you but yield an inch he treads upon your neck, <HI>I</HI> will not give an under &s;pur-leather for you. But bear it out bravely, and <HI>I</HI>'ll be your &s;ervant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mrs. <HI>Matchil.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mrs. <HI>Match-ill</HI> indeed, to be &s;o match't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>So match't&punc; how match't? what from the hur|den &s;inock with lockram upper-bodies, and hempen &s;heets, to weare and &s;leep in <HI>Holland,</HI> and from the dripping-pan to eat in &s;ilver, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ha. Do you repine at your Match, ha. Is wealth contemptible to you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> was better content in my povertie. <HI>I</HI> have not been my &s;elfe, Gentlemen, &s;ince he marri|ed me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mas.</SPEAKER>
<P>You may be poor again as &s;oon as you plea&s;e, the door is open, depart at your plea&s;ure; you know the way to your old Aunt the Apple-woman, at <HI>Hock|ly-</HI>hole. Take your knitting Needles again, and live with her, go.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>No &s;ir, <HI>I</HI>'ll &s;tay with you, and make you as poor before <HI>I</HI> have done wi' ye, as <HI>I</HI> was before you had me Gent. <HI>I</HI> &s;hall not be my &s;elf till then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>The devil you &s;hall. Was ever &s;uch a crook|ed condition crept into a thing like woman?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet this &s;ir, is the rare piece of obedience</L>
<L>You boa&s;ted of, and &s;aid you would defie</L>
<L>The devil to di&s;hone&s;t her, <HI>I</HI> am &s;orry</L>
<L>Your judgement led you into &s;uch an errour,</L>
<L>Already &s;he's my My&s;tre&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is &s;he &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, and <HI>I</HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">le call him &s;ervant, Gentlewomen u&s;e it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do &s;o, My&s;tre&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>If &s;he, &s;ir, be your My&s;tre&s;&s;e, Then am <HI>I</HI></L>
<L>Your Ma&s;ter-in-law, out of my hou&s;e I charge you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Doe&s;t thou con&s;pire to grieve him?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Troth, &s;ir, I did but je&s;t. You have my pity.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="48" REF="176">
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<P>All are not times for Je&s;t, friend <HI>Valentine.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat</SPEAKER>
<P>O my affliction!</P>
<STAGE>[She looks in her Watch.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<P>Have a little patience, &s;ir.</P>
<L>While I talk calmly with her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Leave me then</L>
<L>A while unto my thoughts. Go into the hou&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray &s;ervant help me here a little. Do &s;o much</L>
<L>As winde up my Jack for me, my Watch I would &s;ay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Her Jack&punc; &s;he's in the Kitchin &s;till.</L>
<L>A pretty Watch this, My&s;tre&s;&s;e, what did you pay for't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing, my husband ga't me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pity the Spring is broke, but I can get it mended.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good &s;ervant take it with you then to the Jack-makers, <HI>I</HI> would &s;ay, the Watch-makers. Come Gentlemen, &s;hall we have a cra&s;h at cards?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<P>With all my heart. What is your game?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> can play a many old games. One and thirty bone-ace, Tickle me quicklie, and my Ladies hole, and &s;ichie. But you &s;hall teach me new ones, though <HI>I</HI> lo&s;e money for my learning, Gleek and Primero, Gre&s;co &s;aut, primofi&s;tula, I know all by hear-&s;ay. Come let us have a bout at &s;omewhat. I have money e|nough.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>And <HI>I</HI>'le make &s;hift to ea&s;e you of &s;ome on't.</P>
<STAGE>Ex. three.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Affliction on affliction hourely findes me,</L>
<L>And layes me on the Rack, tearing my heart</L>
<L>Like greedie vultures, O my heart, this heart</L>
<L>That I &s;o long &s;uppo&s;'d impenetrable</L>
<L>By all the darts of &s;orrow, is now transfixt,</L>
<L>Shot through and through with torments, and by this.</L>
<L><PB N="49" REF="176">
This la&s;t made &s;en&s;ible of all the re&s;t.</L>
<L>My &s;ons untimely death, my daughters lo&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>My Si&s;ters follies, and my Brothers vices.</L>
<L>My &s;ervants fal&s;hood, and the jeers of &s;trangers</L>
<L>Now wound me all at once; and all through this</L>
<L>Predominant blow, pull'd on me by mine own</L>
<L>Impetuous ra&s;hne&s;&s;e. Let me here con&s;ider,</L>
<L>While my hearts torture keeps my &s;oule awake,</L>
<L>The moving cau&s;e of all the&s;e ill effects.</L>
<L>Mine own unbridled wilde affections.</L>
<L>Scorne of example, and contempt of coun&s;el.</L>
<L>I cannot but ob&s;erve withal, how ju&s;t,</L>
<L>A judgement follows mine own wilful acts,</L>
<L>In the &s;ame kinde of doing ills for ills.</L>
<L>For my lo&s;t &s;onne, I ra&s;hly wrought revenge</L>
<L>Upon an innocent Girle; and with her</L>
<L>Have lo&s;t mine own; and for th'unmanly joy</L>
<L>I took in one wives death, becau&s;e a Shrew.</L>
<L>(Though otherwi&s;e vertuous) I am in another</L>
<L>Trebly tormented; not alone with noi&s;e,</L>
<L>But with a feare of uncha&s;te purpo&s;es,</L>
<L>Which if they come to act, my pur&s;e mu&s;t pay for.</L>
<L>I &s;ee my faults, and feel the puni&s;hments.</L>
<L>And rather then &s;tand out in my defence</L>
<L>T'enjoy &s;ome peace, I will endure &s;ome &s;orrow</L>
<L>And beare it civilly. Within there.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Servant.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ser.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go call your My&s;tre&s;&s;e, pray her to come a|lone.</L>
<STAGE>Ex. Ser&punc;</STAGE>
<L>My re&s;olution brings me yet &s;ome ea&s;e:</L>
<L>Men that are borne to &s;erve, mu&s;t &s;eek to plea&s;e.</L>
<STAGE><PB N="50" REF="177">
<HI>Enter</HI> Rachel.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Rachel.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra</SPEAKER>
<L>Your plea&s;ure quickly, I have left</L>
<L>My company, my &s;ervant, and my friend yond,</L>
<L>Sawing again&s;t one another at Corne the Ca&s;ter; till I come to 'hem.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>And then all three to In and In, is't &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>My &s;ervant, and my friend and I are e'ne all one.</L>
<L>They are the goode&s;t Gentlemen, the be&s;t com|pany.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your &s;ervant and your friend.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, and my &s;ervant playes for me now in my ab&s;ence, as farre as ten pieces go that I left him. My plow goes there, though I am here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your plow makes vile baulkes of my money the while.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> am not &s;o ill a huswife as you imagine. And my friend, and my &s;ervant have promi&s;'d to carry me abroad, to this town, and to that town, and tother town, and whow, I know not whither. And my &s;er|vant will have me to <HI>Hide-Park</HI> he &s;ayes, to &s;ee and to &s;hew all, as well as the brave Gallants.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is gallant indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>And my friend will carry me to a whatdeecall, a new Academy, where I &s;hall &s;ee the rare&s;t mu&s;ick and dancing, he &s;ayes, and learn the fine&s;t Complements. and other courtly qualities that are to be had for mo|ney, and &s;uch in&s;tructions for the newe&s;t fa&s;hions</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>She will flie to the devil for fa&s;hions &s;ake. Pray &s;tay a little, and let me talk calmely with you. You have almo&s;t broke my heart.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>But not altogether, I hope. I would not win &s;o great a game, without &s;ome &s;port in playing it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hear me.</L>
<L><PB N="51" REF="177">
I know you put on this affected carriage,</L>
<L>But to try ma&s;terie, and the di&s;ea&s;e</L>
<L>Being &s;o general among all women,</L>
<L>Is in you therefore more excu&s;able.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>O, are you coming?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hear what I will &s;ay to you.</L>
<L>And finde in that a husbands good affection.</L>
<L>I love my peace, and would pre&s;erve my honour,</L>
<L>Both which are in your brea&s;ts to &s;ave or &s;poil.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>And can you think the way to purcha&s;e peace</L>
<L>Is by a war with me? hah, you are cozen'd.</L>
<L>Do you think your domineering looks, or noi&s;e,</L>
<L>Or blowes, can fright me into quietne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Or that you &s;hall have honour by aba&s;ing</L>
<L>Your wife?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>You will not under&s;tand me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hah.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Though I love peace, and would pre&s;erve my honour.</L>
<L><HI>I</HI>'le yield in both to you, and can, (I have been</L>
<L>So u&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">d to thraldome) But the world, the world</L>
<L>Is &s;uch a Talker.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have found the man.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>There I would &s;ave a reputation.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>He's loth to bring it out; I'le clo&s;e w'ye.</L>
<L>You'll be content &s;o, I will &s;uffer you</L>
<L>To bear a loud command o're me in publick,</L>
<L>That <HI>I</HI> &s;hall carrie it in private. <HI>Is</HI>'t not &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Truly wife, yes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>You'll give me leave to beat you</L>
<L>In private then.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, we'll bar blowes at all times.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>But if I chance to give you a rap or two,</L>
<L>Or now and then a nip, and you &s;trike me</L>
<L>Again, I'le &s;trike you &s;ome way el&s;e, as you</L>
<L>Would not be &s;truck. And &s;o ob&s;erve my carriage.</L>
<L><PB N="52" REF="178">
The Gentlemen are coming.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Era&s;mus, Valentine.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>O, here they are.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>And not by the eares: that's wonderful.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I perceive my errour, and repent it.</L>
<L>Promi&s;ing you in all my after life,</L>
<L>To be a faithful and obedient wife.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>He has fetch't her about, it &s;eems.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Grammercy <HI>Rachel,</HI> binde it with a ki&s;&s;e.</L>
<STAGE>[Ki&s;&s;e.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>And thus it &s;hould be.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Gentlemen, have ye found us?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>With joy to &s;ee this reconciliation.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thus &s;hall ye &s;ee it ever, Gentlemen.</L>
<L>I knew &s;he would yield, or I &s;hould make her heart ake.</L>
<L>What were a husband, if he were not Ma&s;ter?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have wonne the &s;ield, it &s;eems, yet I may hope</L>
<L>I have not lo&s;t a My&s;tre&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor I a friend.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>In a faire way, Gentlemen, <HI>I</HI> &s;hall</L>
<L>Abridge her of no courtly priviledge.</L>
<L>But no more haytie twaytie tricks, I charge you.</L>
<L>She &s;hall not jaunt to this nor that town with you.</L>
<L>(I thank you for your care) nor to <HI>Hide-Park.</HI></L>
<L>Nor to the Academy you tell her of, without my leave.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>And do you &s;ay &s;o My&s;tre&s;&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Truly yes.</L>
<L>I am no &s;uch woman as you took me for,</L>
<L>With Mr. <HI>Matchils</HI> leave you may be welcome</L>
<L>Home to his hou&s;e in good and &s;eemly &s;ort.</L>
<L>Put pray expect no further entertainment</L>
<L>Then he &s;hall well allow of.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="53" REF="178">
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have lo&s;t her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>This change is admirable.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why do you admire it.</L>
<L>Is &s;he not mine? how could you think &s;he dur&s;t</L>
<L>Stand out in her rebellion? although the devil</L>
<L>Who &s;oothes all Up&s;tarts di&s;po&s;itions</L>
<L>Into an over-weening of them&s;elves.</L>
<L>Po&s;&s;e&s;t her for a time, had not <HI>I</HI> power</L>
<L>And vertue do you think to conjure him out?</L>
<L>What have <HI>I</HI> &s;tudied for, think you, e're &s;ince</L>
<L>My la&s;t wife di'd, but how to rule the next?</L>
<L>Go get you in, there's &s;omething in the hou&s;e</L>
<L>Worth looking after.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>I be &s;worn, he frights her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Would I had you within to perform covenants.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>What do you grow rebellious again.</L>
<L>Why &s;tir you not el&s;e, ha? prithee Sweetheart</L>
<L>Re&s;pect my dignity, or only &s;eem to do it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, I will only &s;eem to do it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>He makes her tremble.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Gentlemen, I mu&s;t about my hou&s;e-<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ffaires.</L>
<L>So, I take my leave.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er. Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good Mrs. <HI>Matchil.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Aha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>And Mr. <HI>Matchil,</HI> at your own good plea&s;ure.</L>
<STAGE>[Curt'&s;ie.</STAGE>
<L>Having in private &s;omething to impart to you,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> would entreat your pre&s;ence.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well, Anon, anon.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your eare before I go good Mr. <HI>Matchil.</HI></L>
<STAGE>[Curt'&s;ie, Pinch.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>H'has brought her to her &s;ervile old obedi|ence.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>O&mdash;oh.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>That is a private touch, &s;ir, of the bu&s;ine&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pox of your Lob&s;ter claws. There waanip&punc;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="54" REF="179">
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>It will be worth con&s;ideration, &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well, <HI>I</HI>le come to you pre&s;ently.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> humbly take my leave.</L>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Any ill newes that you change colour &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, nothing, nothing but a womani&s;h feare.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well, you are a happy man that have o' recom her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<P>You know not me yet Gentlemen, I know a word in private would do it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet &s;he de&s;ires to have you again in pri|vate.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis her abundant love, and pure obedience.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>She comes again.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Rachel.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Since y'are not yet di&s;po&s;'d to cnter, &s;ir.</L>
<L>One word more, Mr. <HI>Matchil,</HI> if you plea&s;e.</L>
<STAGE>[curt'&s;ie.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh,&mdash;I under&s;tand you. Go, <HI>I</HI>'le follow you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Again, I take my leave.</L>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mu&s;t weare Lantern-hornes upon mine arms,</L>
<L>If &s;he u&s;e this. Well, Gentlemen, at your own time</L>
<L>Lets &s;ee yee. My <HI>Rach.</HI> &s;hall make you welcome,</L>
<L>And for me, you know me, I will &s;till be Ma&s;ter.&mdash;</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Rachel.</STAGE>
<L><HI>I</HI> come, <HI>I</HI> come, I come. So, farewel Gentlemen.</L>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, do you run?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>What doe&s;t thou think of this?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le lay all the tricks <HI>I</HI> have again&s;t his brags.</L>
<L>She ma&s;ters him in private, and that all</L>
<L>This &s;hew of her obedience is di&s;&s;embled.</L>
<L>My hope revives again; we mu&s;t abroad with her.</L>
<L><PB N="55" REF="179">
But tell me, what new Academy's that</L>
<L>You told her of, <HI>I</HI> under&s;tand not that yet.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor have <HI>I</HI> &s;een it, but we both will &s;hortlie.</L>
<L>'Tis but of two or three dayes &s;tanding yet.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Where is it? who are the Profe&s;&s;ours,</L>
<L>And what the Arts?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le tell thee all know.</L>
<L>It carries a love-&s;ound; but I am told</L>
<L>It is but private lodgings kept by</L>
<L>Both men and women, as <HI>I</HI> am inform'd, after the French manner.</L>
<L>That profe&s;&s;e Mu&s;ick, Dancing, Fa&s;hion, Comple|ment.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>And no drabbing?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>A little perhaps in private.</L>
<L>But gue&s;&s;e now in who&s;e hou&s;e all this.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>I cannot.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Even in your City-My&s;tre&s;&s;es, that lends you</L>
<L>Money &s;o freely.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who <HI>Camelion?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes &s;ir, <HI>I</HI> doubt, your borrowing of the wife</L>
<L>Has broke the husband, put'hem off their trade,</L>
<L>And now they &s;eek new wayes to live by projects.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>And could you keep this from me all this while,</L>
<L>Till <HI>I</HI> am there, each &s;tep's a tedious mile.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>But not without me, good <HI>Val.</HI> We'll finde a time.</L>
<L>Together, and our Mrs. <HI>Matchil</HI> with us.</L>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD><HI>Scoen.</HI> 2.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Camelion <HI>and</HI> Hannah.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Cock, <HI>I</HI> prote&s;t Cock, <HI>I</HI> commend thy cour&s;e</L>
<L>Thou ha&s;t taken in brave Lodgers, gallant Gue&s;ts,</L>
<L>Gue&s;ts o'th' Game Cock; and my hou&s;e is counted</L>
<L>A hou&s;e of quality and recreation, Cock,</L>
<L><PB N="56" REF="180">
In civil &s;ort and gentle fa&s;hion, Cock,</L>
<L>Sbobs Cock, I know thou woulde&s;t not have it other|wi&s;e</L>
<L>For all the wealth i'th' Exchange.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>But <HI>Rafe</HI> you care not</L>
<L>What people &s;ay, &s;o <HI>I</HI> bring you in profit.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not I, not I, my little Cock&s;ie Nan&s;ie,</L>
<L>Not I, pi&s;h, <HI>Hony &s;oit qui maly pen&s;e.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Some do not &s;tick to &s;ay, I know what's what,</L>
<L>And that our hou&s;e is no better then it &s;hould be.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pi&s;h, <HI>Hony &s;oit</HI> agen, i'th' very teeth of 'hem,</L>
<L>Let 'hem all &s;ay what they will. Dainty come thou to me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>But I know what <HI>I</HI> know, and that our hou&s;e is</L>
<L>Better then it &s;hould be, if &s;ome of them</L>
<L>Had but the keeping of it, that &s;peak &s;o ill on't.</L>
<L>And that the Gentlewomen in our hou&s;e</L>
<L>Are well-condition'd, and as cha&s;te as courteous.</L>
<L>And if you &s;aw, (as they de&s;ire <HI>I</HI> &s;hould</L>
<L>See all betwixt their great Re&s;orts and them)</L>
<L>You'd be in love with their &s;weet way of living.</L>
<L>Then for their dancing, 'tis &s;o neat and graceful.</L>
<L>See 'hem anon at practice.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not I, Cock, I'le &s;ee nothing.</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> will not leave one ducking pond, for ten dancing &s;chooles.</L>
<L>Yet I can dance, and love it: you know that Cock.</L>
<L>And though you are a Gentlewoman borne,</L>
<L>You took me for my legs, not <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">or my armes.</L>
<L>Is not that a good Je&s;t, Cock. Sbobs 'twas out before</L>
<L>I was aware. Here comes their father.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Strigood, Ca&s;h, <HI>di&s;guiz'd in bravery.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>It &s;eems he has brought in &s;ome new &s;cholar.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="57" REF="180">
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Where are my daughters, Landlady.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Clo&s;e in their chamber, &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Are none of our Academicks come yet?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not any, &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>I look for &s;ome anon</L>
<L>Pray bid the Girles come down</L>
<L>To practi&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, &s;ir.</L>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, when I was a Batchelour, I practi&s;'d,</L>
<L>Dauncing &s;ometimes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Indeed, good Landlord?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>And maugre wedloek, I have &s;omething left</L>
<L>Yet in the&s;e legs, that can expre&s;&s;e at lea&s;t</L>
<L>Love to the quality.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>That &s;hall not be lo&s;t,</L>
<L>If <HI>I</HI> can further it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> &s;aw la&s;t night</L>
<L>Your new French daunce of three, what call you it?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>O the Tresboun.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> think I could make one in't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>This Gentleman's another, call the Mu&s;ick.</L>
<L>I'le try what you can do.</L>
<STAGE>Ex. Cam.</STAGE>
<L><HI>Ca&s;h,</HI> Thou art welcom, I am glad <HI>I</HI> met thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>But that you had foreknowledge of my habit,</L>
<L>And &s;een it in my out-leaps, as you call 'hem,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> might ha' pa&s;t. But you in this di&s;gui&s;e,</L>
<L>None but the devil him&s;elf that is your Inmate,</L>
<L>And lodges with you in it, could have known you.</L>
<L>Sure he devi&s;'d it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, you are &s;hort.</L>
<L>I learn't it of a Je&s;uite.</L>
<L>And 'twas but ea&s;ie: &s;having of my old</L>
<L>Gray haire and beard off; clapping on this perrule</L>
<L>After the fa&s;hion; having but few wrinkles.</L>
<L>(For which I thank my Batchelour&s;hip, I pa&s;&s;e</L>
<L>For a brisk youth. But for my <HI>Hannibal</HI> eye here. And by my brothers</L>
<L><PB N="58" REF="181">
Courteous advice I have ta'ne a cour&s;e to live</L>
<L>Vpon my &s;tock of wit, &s;light and activity,</L>
<L>With nimble braine, quick hands, and aery heels, as he told me, ha!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>He could not think you would have &s;tolne his daughter to ha' &s;et up withal.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>But now I care not</L>
<L>What the wretch thinks, &s;o he di&s;covers nothing,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> dare tru&s;t thee <HI>Ca&s;h,</HI> partly on thy Oath</L>
<L>Which <HI>I</HI> have ta'ne you know: but more re&s;pectively</L>
<L>Upon your fourty pieces here, friend <HI>Ca&s;h,</HI></L>
<L>Which <HI>I</HI> have al&s;o ta'ne: but mo&s;t of all</L>
<L>For that <HI>I</HI> know you dare not make di&s;covery,</L>
<L>For feare of Little-ea&s;e. That were a pri&s;on</L>
<L>Too fearful for &s;uch bravery to &s;toop into.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>That keeps me &s;till in awe. 'Tis well you know it.</L>
<L>But it is better, he has no &s;u&s;pition</L>
<L>That <HI>I</HI> am run away.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Camelion.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Mu&s;ick's ready, &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Play then,&mdash;the Tresboun.</L>
<STAGE>Daunce.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Twas very well done, Landlord, <HI>I</HI> prote&s;t</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> love your hou&s;e the better for your quality.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>But if you &s;aw me at the ducking pond,</L>
<L>Me and my Trull.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Trull?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> mean, my bitch, &s;ir.</L>
<L>O &s;he would ravi&s;h you.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Hannah.</STAGE>
<PB N="59" REF="181">
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Some other time.</L>
<L>Here comes your wife. The newes good Landlady?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Newes out of <HI>France,</HI> your fame is &s;pread a|broad.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>How out of <HI>France?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Two young <HI>French</HI> Gentlemen.</L>
<L>New come a&s;hore, the daintie&s;t &s;weete&s;t Gentlemen</L>
<L>That e're I &s;aw (now you'll be jealous <HI>Rafe)</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not I.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Are come to lodge here, having heard</L>
<L>It &s;eems, that you profe&s;&s;e <HI>French</HI> qualities.</L>
<L>And in&s;tantly de&s;ire to be acquainted</L>
<L>With you and your &s;weet company.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Can they &s;peak Engli&s;h?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>One very well: and the tother can &s;ay</L>
<L>Tree Fran&s;h crown for two Engli&s;h ki&s;&s;e already,</L>
<L>Now be jealous <HI>Rafe.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pi&s;h, <HI>Hony &s;oit qui maly pen&s;e.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>You can &s;peak <HI>French,</HI> Landlord.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>So much as you have heard, not one word more.</L>
<L>I a&s;&s;ure you but this, <HI>Adieu Mon&s;ieur</HI> and &s;o</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> leave you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Will you not &s;ee the Gallants <HI>Rafe?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not I, I wo'nt be jealous Cock, and &s;o&punc;</L>
<L>By the Back-door to the ducking pond. I go.</L>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Enter then Landlady, where be the&s;e Girles?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here they are come.</L>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Joyce, Gabriella.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stand a&s;ide <HI>Ca&s;h,</HI> and be not yet di&s;covered.</L>
<L>Now Ladies, how do y'like your way of living?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="60" REF="182">
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> do not like it Uncle.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>Troth, nor I &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>We eat and lodge well; and we weare good cloathes.</L>
<L>And keep our credit in the hou&s;e we live in,</L>
<L>But what we &s;uffer in our reputation</L>
<L>Abroad, is dangerou&s;ly doubtful.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>So, &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here we are view'd and review'd by all com|ers.</L>
<L>Courted and tempted too, and though w'are &s;afe</L>
<L>In our cha&s;te thoughts, the impious world may &s;ay,</L>
<L>We are &s;et out to common &s;ale.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>So, &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>And &s;o you are to th' utmo&s;t of his power</L>
<L>I dare be &s;worue;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>But Uncle, for the time that you intend</L>
<L>To &s;tay, I pray admit no new acquaintance,</L>
<L>Nor any more, le&s;t I for my e&s;cape</L>
<L>Venture a leap two &s;tories deep.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha! you &s;aid?</L>
<L>You know I have di&s;clo&s;'d you to no eye</L>
<L>That could take knowledge who or whence you are,</L>
<L>And for the forrein &s;trangers, and &s;uch Townsfolks</L>
<L>As knew us not; what need we weigh their thoughts.</L>
<L>Their gold is weight; let that be all we look to.</L>
<L>While our de&s;erving arts and qualities</L>
<L>Require it from 'hem. If they think us wicked,</L>
<L>And hope to get Virginities for &s;alary,</L>
<L>And pay for their deluded hopes before-hand.</L>
<L>What is our act bnt Ju&s;tice on their follies,</L>
<L>In taking of their prodigal coine?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> hope,</L>
<L>You deal not that way for us.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Never fear it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>But Uncle, though you have taught us courtly</L>
<L>Gyp&s;ie tricks.</L>
<L><PB N="61" REF="182">
That &s;omewhat trench upon our mode&s;ties.</L>
<L>Pray let it not be thought we'll &s;ell our hone&s;ties.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tru&s;t to my care.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>And thats the way to do it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>And in that care be confidently &s;een,</L>
<L>By a de&s;erving Gentleman, whom I</L>
<L>Pre&s;ent to ki&s;&s;e your hands.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> will &s;ee none.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>You need not feare me, Lady; for I can</L>
<L>But tell your father, if you &s;light his &s;ervant.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ble&s;&s;e us! what Metamorpho&s;is is this?</L>
<L>'Tis <HI>Ca&s;h</HI> your fathers man.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is this the habit of a Merchants Prentice?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is this the lodging of a Merchants daugh|ter?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Has his great marriage turn'd my fathers hou&s;e</L>
<L>Into a &s;umptuous Palace, that he keeps</L>
<L>Such co&s;tly men. Or doth the bravery</L>
<L>Of his late beauteous Bride require &s;uch gorgeous</L>
<L>Attendants? Pray what office may you fill</L>
<L>About her per&s;on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Will you home and &s;ee?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>We are betray'd?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha, ha. Be not afraid of <HI>Ca&s;h.</HI></L>
<L>I know him, and he knows us. He is our friend</L>
<L>And we'll be his. As for his bravery</L>
<L>'Tis no new thing with him. I know him of old.</L>
<L>This &s;ute's his wor&s;t of foure.</L>
<L>And he's one</L>
<L>Of the foure famous Prentices o'th' time.</L>
<L>None of the Cream and Cake-boyes, nor of tho&s;e,</L>
<L>That gall their hands with &s;tool-balls, or their Cat|&s;ticks,</L>
<L>For white-pots, pudding-pies, &s;tew'd prunes, and Tan&s;ies.</L>
<L>To fea&s;t their Titts at <HI>I&s;lington</HI> or <HI>Hog&s;den.</HI></L>
<L><PB N="62" REF="183">
But haunts the famous Ordinaries o'th' time,</L>
<L>Where the be&s;t chear, be&s;t game, be&s;t company are fre|quent.</L>
<L>Lords call him Cou&s;in at the Bowling Green; And the great Tennis-Court.</L>
<L>Thy fathers money</L>
<L>Would ru&s;t el&s;e, Girle. Keep thou our Councel <HI>Ca&s;h.</HI></L>
<L>And we'll keep thine, though't be to the undoing</L>
<L>Of him and all the wretches of his brotherhood,</L>
<L>That love their money, and their ba&s;e de&s;ires,</L>
<L>Better then blood or name.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>But can you hold</L>
<L>It good in any &s;ervant &s;o to hazard</L>
<L>His Ma&s;ters livelihood.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Can you hold your peace?</L>
<L>He's wi&s;e, and &s;aves by't all this while: He knows</L>
<L>His friends are bound in full two thou&s;and pounds,</L>
<L>For's truth, and his true &s;ervice, and perhaps,</L>
<L>He is not out above one thou&s;and yet,</L>
<L>Where's your wit now?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>My&s;tre&s;&s;e, I'le do you &s;ervice, and be true to you.</L>
<L>I'd not have mi&s;t of this di&s;covery.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;ee &s;he hearkens to him. Talk a&s;ide <HI>Ca&s;h.</HI></L>
<L>And touch her boldly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>I would not have mi&s;t it.</L>
<L>For all the wealth your father has: and at</L>
<L>Convenient privacy. <HI>Ple</HI> give you rea&s;ons,</L>
<L>That &s;hall gaine your belief to't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>The French Gallants.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Papillion, Galliard.</STAGE>
<L>I had almo&s;t forgot them. They are a paire</L>
<L>Of delicate young Mon&s;ieurs. If they have</L>
<L>But crownes enough, they are the likelic&s;t</L>
<L><PB N="63" REF="183">
Merchants for my new Mart that <HI>I</HI> can choo&s;e.</L>
<L>She &s;aid they can &s;peak <HI>Engli&s;h,</HI> that's a help.</L>
<L>For devil of <HI>French</HI> have I to entertain 'hem.</L>
<STAGE>[Salutes.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>See mine own heart, here's more temptation &s;till.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI>'le not endure the on&s;et.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>I le defend you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet there are graces in their looks methinks,</L>
<L>That do invite my &s;tay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pap.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>N' entendes vous, la langue francois Mon|&s;ieur dittez.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> would be glad to heare you &s;peak the lan|guage</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> better under&s;tand, and that is Engli&s;h.</L>
<L>In which you are mo&s;t welcome.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pap.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your faire courte&s;ie</L>
<L>Merits our greate&s;t thanks.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gali.</SPEAKER>
<L>I tanck you, &s;ir.</L>
<L>I have bid <HI>Fraunce</HI> adieu to come and learn</L>
<L>De Engli&s;h very well; I &s;peak a lietel,</L>
<L>But de Engli&s;h Me&s;tere&s;&s;e can teach de be&s;t.</L>
<L>I &s;hall be glad to take my commencements,</L>
<L>Or my fir&s;t Le&s;&s;ons from the&s;e Ladies lips.</L>
<STAGE>[Salute.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>A fine forward &s;park?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gali</SPEAKER>
<L>O &s;weet, O delicate.</L>
<L>Ladies, if you will breath into me Engli&s;h,</L>
<L>I &s;hall, if you plea&s;e, put Fran&s;h into you.</L>
<L><HI>&V;ne pour l'antre,</HI> dat is one for anoder.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>So they might make a hot bargain on't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Are the&s;e your Civil Gentlemen, Landlady?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>He &s;eems a little waggi&s;h: but the other</L>
<L>Is wondrous civil. He comes blu&s;hingly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pap.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are before me in the Salutation</L>
<L>Of the&s;e faire Ladies, <HI>Mon&s;ieur Galiard:</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Il E'vray Mon&s;ieur Papilion, I</HI> ki&s;&s;e before, then you mo&s;e ki&s;&s;e behind.</L>
<L><PB N="64" REF="184">
But let me pray my tardine&s;&s;e be excu&s;'d</L>
<STAGE>[Salute.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>You pronounce Engli&s;h well &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pap.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am glad</L>
<L>You like it Lady.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>I like the others as well.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pap.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have before &s;pent many monethes in <HI>Eng|land:</HI></L>
<L>And my great love unto the Nation,</L>
<L>E&s;pecially to the beauties of your Sexe,</L>
<L>Retracts me hither, where my friend was never.</L>
<L>Till now that my perfwa&s;ion wonne his company;</L>
<L>And happily, I &s;uppo&s;e, we are arriv'd:</L>
<L>That, to the &s;ight and knowledge we have had</L>
<L>Of Mu&s;ick, Daunces, Court&s;hips, and Behaviour.</L>
<L>Through all parts of our Countrey, <HI>France,</HI> with an</L>
<L>Addition of all <HI>Italy</HI> affords.</L>
<L>Where (by all be&s;t opinions) even the choice&s;t</L>
<L>Of &s;uch court qualities, and active graces,</L>
<L>Have had their Spring, we now, as Fame &s;ugge&s;ts,</L>
<L>Shall in this faire Society, di&s;cerne</L>
<L>More then by all our former ob&s;ervation.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Report, &s;ir, &s;peaks too loud on our behalfe,</L>
<L>And let me pray ye, that it not beget</L>
<L>Too great an expectation on our weakne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>By your too gentle &s;uffrage. What we can,</L>
<L>We'll do.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gali.</SPEAKER>
<L>O wee dats de be&s;t. Doe is de ting</L>
<L>De Fran&s;h man loves: If all your both two daugh|ters</L>
<L>Shew all; all makes but more de&s;ire to do.</L>
<L>Speak I no good <HI>Engli&s;h, Madamoi&s;elle?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>I under&s;tand you not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gali.</SPEAKER>
<L>You no under&s;tand me,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e you tinck I lie. But if you lie</L>
<L>With me, I make you under&s;tand me pre&s;ently.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>This hot-rein'd <HI>Mou&s;ieur</HI> takes 'em for the &s;ame.</L>
<L><PB N="65" REF="184">
<HI>Strigood</HI> would have 'em be I came in time.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>At afternoon we'll have an exerci&s;e</L>
<L>Of court&s;hip, Gentlemen. In the <HI>Interim,</HI></L>
<L>If you will have to &s;tir the appetite,</L>
<L><HI>A</HI> dance before our Ordinary we are for you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gali.</SPEAKER>
<L>And we for you <HI>Alloun al Egremant Alloun</HI></L>
<L><HI>Mon&s;ieur Papillion pour l' honour de France.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pap.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhat are your dances chiefly in reque&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good Landlady, bid the Mu&s;ick be in r<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">adine&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>And then &s;ee dinner &s;et upon the table.</L>
<STAGE>Ex. Han.</STAGE>
<L>We have Sir for Corants,<HI>&mdash;La Miniard,</HI></L>
<L><HI>La Vemimde, Le Marque&s;&s;e, Le Holland,</HI></L>
<L><HI>La Brittaine, Le Roy, Le Prince, Le Montague,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Saraband;</HI> the <HI>Canaries, La Reverree.</HI></L>
<L>For Galliards, the Sellibrand, the Dolphine,</L>
<L>The new <HI>Galliard,</HI> the <HI>Valette Galliard</HI> and <HI>lepees,</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gali.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis all very good <HI>Mon&s;ieur Papillica E&s;&s;ontes</HI></L>
<L><HI>Mon Amy.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>And heark you, <HI>Mon&s;ieur Strigood,</HI> you will be put to't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>I feare no <HI>French</HI> fla&s;hes. Beare up <HI>Ca&s;h.</HI> If we cannot daunce 'hem of o' their legs, our wenches can,</L>
<L>I warrant thee. Mu&s;ick be ready.</L>
<L>Gallants, what are you plea&s;ed to daunce?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L>tells what, &amp;c.</L>
<STAGE><HI>After the Daunces, Enter</HI> Hannah.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Gentlemen, your dinner &s;tays meat will be cold.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fran.</SPEAKER>
<L>And we are hot, 'tis better that take cold then we.</L>
<L>But come, one table for us all.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Phil.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Stri.</HI> Agreed, agreed, agreed.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;ay &s;o too.</L>
<L>But to my &s;elf re&s;erve what I will do.</L>
<STAGE>Ex. omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="act">
<PB N="66" REF="185">
<HEAD>Act. IV.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Nehemiah, Ephraim.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>EPhraim,</HI> thou ha&s;t made me a man, both without, witne&s;&s;e this &s;word and within, witne&s;&s;e this precious book, which I have gotten al|mo&s;t by heart already.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<P>But &s;ir, beware you fall not back again Into your childi&s;h follies: but go forwards In manly actions: for <HI>non progredi e&s;t regredi.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know the meaning of that too, <HI>Ephraim.</HI> That's once a man and twice a childe. But if I turne childe again, while I have teeth in my head, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">'le give Mrs. <HI>Blithe</HI> leave to dig 'hem out with Sugar|plums, as &s;he almo&s;t did the&s;e two of 'hem ye&s;terday, with her knuckles. I would they &s;tuck both in her bum for't, till I we<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">e married to her, and that &s;hall be &s;hortly, they &s;ay, <HI>I</HI> wo' not turne boy again for that trick.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> hope you will not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou maye&s;t be &s;ure on't <HI>Ephraim:</HI> for if I would turne boy again, I ha' not wherewithal to &s;et up again. Thou &s;awe&s;t that, a&s;&s;oon as I had ta&s;ted the &s;weetne&s;&s;e of this delic<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ous book here, I tore and burnt all my ballats, as well the godly as the ungodly. In my con&s;cience as many as might have furni&s;h't three <HI>Bartholomew</HI> Faires, and then for love of this &s;word, I broke and did away all my &s;torehou&s;e of tops, gigs, b<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">l<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">s, cat and cat&s;ticks, pot-guns, key-guns, trunks, tillers, and all; and will I turne boy again can&s;t think? ye<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> I am half &s;orry, being towards a wife, that I did
<PB N="67" REF="185">
not keep 'hem for my children: &s;ome money might have been &s;av'd by't. And that is a manly and a good husbandly con&s;ideration, I take it. But hang covetou&s;|ne&s;&s;e: There comes not a mouth into the world, but there's meat for t; and if I finde 'em not play games, their mother will finde friends, that &s;hall, for them and her &s;elfe too</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'm glad to heare &s;uch good things to come from you,</P>
<P>And hope that now your judgment's &s;trong e|nough</P>
<P>To manage my affair. You know my minde, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Amardla <HI>Ephraim,</HI> 'twill be hard to compa&s;&s;e. For the old Knight will never let me have his Neece, unle&s;&s;e he have my mother. He meanes to truck for her, though, <HI>I</HI> confe&s;&s;e, I had rather call thee father then any man, <HI>I</HI> know, yet I know not how to bring it about, unle&s;&s;e he marry her fir&s;t; and then &s;he be weary of him, and take thee afterwards to mend her match. I think it mu&s;t be &s;o, Amardla <HI>Ephraim.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now you flie out again, that's as impo&s;|&s;ible, as 'tis unlawful.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Within. Negh. Negh.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Peace, my mother comes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where are you childe? <HI>Neh.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hear her neighing after me, I'le do all I can for thee, Amardla <HI>Ephraim.</HI></P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Lady.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Look you <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">onne, what kinde Sir <HI>Swithin</HI> has &s;ent you. A dancing frog, you would think it were a|live, and a ballet of burning the fal&s;e prophets before they be tried. And another fearful one of the new Antichri&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hang bawbles, burn ballets, I am a man, and defie boyes tricks.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="68" REF="186">
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>A &s;udden change, I pray it be good.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tell me of toyes? I have a &s;word: offer me ballets? I have a book. Speak to me of Sir <HI>Swithin,</HI> I'le talk to you of <HI>Ephraim</HI> that gave me the&s;e ble&s;|&s;ings; and is fitter to be my father, (&s;o he is) then the fooli&s;he&s;t Knight of 'em all.</P>
<STAGE>[Reades,</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ble&s;&s;e my &s;onne from too much learning. That book has done him no good, I doubt. He talks and looks &s;o wildly o'the &s;udden.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>A ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>What book is't. Let me &s;ee it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le tell you fir&s;t. It is a book all of Bulls, Je&s;ts and Lies Collected by an <HI>A. S.</HI> Gent. Mother f'&s;ooth, there be &s;uch things in it! If you never reade it, it is the rare&s;t book that ever you read in your life. Open it where you will, and you &s;hall learn &s;omething. As here now. One refu&s;ing to eat Chee&s;e|cakes, was ask't his rea&s;on. He told them he lov'd the fle&s;h well, but was afeard of the bones. Then here's the next to't. One asking whence Lob&s;ters were brought: his fellow repli'd, one might ea&s;ily know their countrey by their coat. They are fetch't from the red &s;ea. Now would I might never eat more of 'hem, as well as I love 'hem, if <HI>I</HI> know what Chee&s;e-cakes were made of, or from whence Lob&s;ters came be|fore.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is this your book-learning? In troth thou mak'&s;t me laugh.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Laugh on, good Mother. And while you are in the merry mood, let me &s;peak a good word for <HI>E|phraim.</HI> I have a minde f'&s;ooth, becau&s;e he has made me a man, to make him my father, f'&s;ooth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, what! How now.</P>
<P>How dur&s;t you firrah, move my &s;onne in this? ha.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is it but &s;o? ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="69" REF="186">
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray f'&s;ooth hear him &s;peak. He can &s;peak Po|etry (he &s;ayes) as well as Knight <HI>Whimlbie.</HI> Speak <HI>Ephraim.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Madam, Fa<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">re truth h<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">ve told</HI></L>
<L><HI>That Queens of old</HI></L>
<L><HI>Have now and then</HI></L>
<L><HI>Married with private men.</HI></L>
<L><HI>A Counte&s;&s;e was no Blu&s;her,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To wed her &V;&s;her.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Without remor&s;e</HI></L>
<L><HI>A Lady took her Hor&s;e-</HI></L>
<L><HI>Keeper in wedlock. The&s;e did wi&s;ely know,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Inferiour men be&s;t could their work below.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mother f'&s;ooth, Is it not fine?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, Madam, more then &s;o, I'le further go</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>But you &s;hall not, Sirrah. What, what! how now! Is't but up and ride? ha! Out of my doors thou varlet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mu&s;t out too then, mother I am afraid, oh.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good <HI>Neh.</HI> be pacified, I'le give him a better an&s;wer.</P>
<L>But not a word on't now, &s;weet childe, <HI>I</HI> pray thee.</L>
<L>Here comes Sir <HI>Swithin.</HI></L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Whimlbie, Blithe.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha, ha, ha, Madam, ha, ha, ha.</P>
<STAGE>[Ki&s;&s;e.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>I marry Sir <HI>Swithin.</HI> This is better then O Ma|dam, O&mdash;, when you wa&s;h't your handkerchiefs in the &s;uds, and then to wring hem out in Poetry.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<P>My tears with the memory of the dead are all fallen into Lethe; and nothing but joy left in me, &s;inc my hopes are confirm'd in your lap. And hang
<PB N="70" REF="187">
Poetry: <HI>I</HI> &s;tudy profit now. Therefore, look you, Madam, here is a draught of my marriage-in&s;trument to your lap.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<P>His in&s;trument being drawn, I mu&s;t put up my pipe and be gone.</P>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>VVhi.</SPEAKER>
<P>And here is another draught for &s;weet Ma&s;ter <HI>Nehemiah,</HI> for my Neece <HI>Blithes</HI> Joincture.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>O but &s;he &s;ayes &s;he will not have me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>VVhi.</SPEAKER>
<P>When did &s;he &s;ay &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now, now, &s;he &s;pat the word out of her mouth. And <HI>I</HI> &s;ay, if &s;he ha' not me, you &s;hall whine both your eyes out before you have my mother; and &s;ee ne're the wor&s;e, I warrant you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>A cro&s;&s;e marriage, or no marriage, I &s;ay &s;till.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ay &s;o too, &s;onne, Sweet boy, be content.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi. Blithe.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;poke well of him behinde his back: and made me think you lov'd him, and would marry him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Behinde his back, I may do much to plea&s;e you. But when I look upon him, he turnes my &s;tomack wor&s;e then a fool made of &s;oure wilk.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Marry Gip, Mrs <HI>Quea&s;ie,</HI> my &s;onne's as &s;weet as you, <HI>I</HI> hope, and as wi&s;e as you. And &s;uck't as &s;weet milk as ever the good Cow your mother gave.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha, ha, ha.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Patience, good Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> hope the cro&s;&s;e marriage is cro&s;t. This is untoward wooing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Uds &s;o! do you flirt out your un&s;avoury com|pari&s;ons upon my &s;onne?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Flirt not you at me, Madam, le&s;t <HI>I</HI> flirt your milk-&s;op under the &s;notty no&s;e here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Yes,</HI> and I have a &s;word, and you ha' got ne're a one.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>You wo' not will you, ha! Do you flie at him, ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="71" REF="187">
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fear not, good Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Ephraim,</HI> &s;ave my boy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha, ha, ha.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi</SPEAKER>
<P>She &s;hall not hurt him. Leave her to me, good Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> ever fear'd he was not long-liv'd he was &s;o witty. And now I feare, &s;he will be the death of him. <HI>I</HI> would not he &s;hould marry her for a million.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh</SPEAKER>
<P>Say not &s;o, mother. <HI>I</HI> love her better and better &s;till.</P>
<P><HI>I</HI> never had play-fellow i my life, but we fell out and in agen.</P>
<P>And I mu&s;t and will marry her, <HI>I</HI> take my death on't a|forehand.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>O me! he is bewitch't to her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Leave all to me, dear Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>As <HI>I</HI> am to you, <HI>I</HI> think, Sir <HI>Swithin.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let me alone with her: I'le win her, and he &s;hall wear her&punc; feare not. As <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> was &s;aying, Madam, &s;he &s;peaks as well of him behinde his back, as your owne heart can wi&s;h. And told me &s;he was content to mar|ry him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Behinde his back? did &s;he &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes truly, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Loe you there, mother, Let her marry me behind my back then: And when we are marri'd, I'le make her &s;tick to't before my face, I warrant you; or if &s;he will make back-play. <HI>I</HI>'le play at nothing but back|gammons with her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, Heaven ble&s;&s;e thee, thou art but too good for her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Speak gently, Neece, I charge you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, <HI>I</HI> hope your Ladi&s;hip &s;hall finde me too good for him. If e're he has me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! &s;ay you &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<P>She meanes in well-doing, Madam.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="72" REF="188">
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay then, I thank you Mrs. <HI>Blithe.</HI> A&s;&s;uring you that you &s;hall be no way &s;o good to him, but <HI>I</HI> will be as good to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Agreed again of all hands. But look how &s;he turnes and keeps cut like my Sparrow. She will be my back Sweet-heart &s;till <HI>I</HI> &s;ee, and love me behind.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<P>She is yet raw, and has not much been abroad to &s;ee the manners of the time. In which my melan|choly has been her main hinderance. But Madam, there is now that is worth all our &s;ight and ob&s;ervation; A new Academy, where they &s;ay, the newe&s;t and mo&s;t courtly carriage and behaviour is taught and pra|cti&s;ed both for young Gentlemen and women. Have you not heard on t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir <HI>Swithin;</HI> and that the <HI>French</HI> tongue is taught there with great alacrity; and my &s;onne is wi&s;h't thither, but &s;oft <HI>I</HI> warrant you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<P>But let him &s;ee it: at lea&s;t in our company it will embolden him; <HI>I</HI> mean to carry my Neece thither. <HI>I</HI> have been a Lover of Arts and Exerci&s;es; and know &s;omewhat &s;ince my youth. Pray let us &s;pend one houre of this afternoon there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pardon me good &s;ir <HI>Swithin.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>But he &s;hall not mother if you love me: for <HI>I</HI> mean to perfect my dancing there; and to learn <HI>French</HI> there; For <HI>I</HI> mean when <HI>I</HI> am married to travel into <HI>France.</HI> But <HI>I</HI> will fir&s;t be perfect in the tongue I &s;hall learne it the &s;ooner when I am there you know. Pray let us go to th' Acomedy, what dee call it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Academy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say you &s;o &s;onne? then come &s;ir <HI>Swithin.</HI> Come Mrs. <HI>Blithe,</HI> we will all go.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le wait upon you, though my heart &s;ayes no.</P>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<PB N="73" REF="188">
<HEAD><HI>Scoen.</HI> 2.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Joyce, Gabriella.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>O mine own heart! how near were we both fallen</L>
<L>Into the Gulf of Ruine?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thanks for our delivery!</L>
<L>We were upon the brink of main de&s;truction.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Was ever &s;uch a Fr<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">end as this mine Vncle?</L>
<L>Pretending us his children too, and call'd us daugh|ters</L>
<L>To tho&s;e he bargain'd with to &s;e<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">l our Maide head?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Twas a mo&s;t damnable practi&s;e &s;ie upon him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>And had the <HI>Mon&s;ieurs</HI> been as capable</L>
<L>Of our Virginities, as he was of.</L>
<L>Their moneys, how had we then re&s;i&s;ted.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>By <HI>Venus</HI> (mine own heart) my Gentleman</L>
<L>Came up &s;o clo&s;e to me, that if my voice</L>
<L>Had not been &s;tronger then mine armes (O me!</L>
<L>I tremble fon it yet) I had been vanqui&s;h't,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>But did you note the vertue of the Gentle|men?</L>
<L>When they were &s;en&s;ible of our feares and tears,</L>
<L>How gently they de&s;i&s;ted and with what humanity,</L>
<L>When they perceiv'd how we had heen betrayd,</L>
<L>They pitied our conditions; and woo'd homditly</L>
<L>Our loves in way of marriage. Provided that</L>
<L>Our births and fortunes might no way di&s;parage</L>
<L>Theirs, being free and generous</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>I confe&s;&s;e</L>
<L>I love 'hem both &s;o well, that if they prove</L>
<L>(As they pretend they are not) our inferiours</L>
<L>In blood and worth, I would take either of'em.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Troth (mine own heart) 'tis ju&s;t the &s;ame with me.</L>
<L><PB N="74" REF="189">
I care not which I have. And mark a &s;ympathy,</L>
<L>How equally all our <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ffections &s;trike.</L>
<L>We both love them, they both love us alike.</L>
<L>But peace. <HI>Ca&s;h,</HI> though he has done us good &s;ervice,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t not know all. How goes it within <HI>Ca&s;h?</HI></L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Ca&s;h.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>And why <HI>Ca&s;h</HI> pray. Ha' not you chang'd your names</L>
<L>From <HI>Joyce</HI> and <HI>Gabriella</HI> to <HI>Jane</HI> and <HI>Frances.</HI></L>
<L>And is not your Uncle <HI>Strigood</HI> now become</L>
<L>Your father, by the name of Mr. <HI>Lightfoot</HI></L>
<L>The nimble dancing Ma&s;ter? And mu&s;t I &s;till</L>
<L>Carry the name of <HI>Ca&s;h?</HI> and having lo&s;t</L>
<L>My nature too, in having no ca&s;h left?</L>
<L>(Pox o'the dice) call me Mr. <HI>Outla&s;h.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>My father will fetch you home with an Inla&s;h,</L>
<L>One o'the&s;e dayes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>But after you, faire Mi&s;tris,</L>
<L>Now to your que&s;tion for the &s;quares within.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> with the Frenchmen, and my Uncle <HI>Stri|good.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your father <HI>Lightfoot,</HI> you forget agen.</L>
<L>There's a drawn match made: For the <HI>Mon&s;ieurs</HI></L>
<L>Have ta'ne their money again: And you have &s;till</L>
<L>Your Maidenheads, <HI>I</HI> hope. But to have heard</L>
<L>The coi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">e they kept, the wrangle, and the &s;tir;</L>
<L>And how the young Blades put the old one to't;</L>
<L>Would ha perplext you more then keeping of</L>
<L>Your Maidenheads from men you love.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>You cannot tell that.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>O how the old man chafes that you would offer</L>
<L>To make your mone to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">hem to move their pity,</L>
<L>And not to make his bargain good; and then</L>
<L><PB N="75" REF="189">
How they put home his ba&s;ene&s;&s;e to him; to make &s;ale</L>
<L>Of his own blood and honour in his children.</L>
<L>(They knew they &s;aid &s;ome parents in their coun|trey,</L>
<L>After their children were turn'd whores, would &s;hare</L>
<L>To live upon the profits, but to &s;ell</L>
<L>Their &s;oules before they were damned, fie; fie, fie, fie).</L>
<L>Till he confe&s;t indeed you were none of his.</L>
<L>But children of &s;ome friends of his decea&s;t,</L>
<L>Left to his care &s;or breeding; which he had</L>
<L>Plenteou&s;ly given, and thought it might &s;eem rea&s;on|able</L>
<L>To rai&s;e his money out of you agen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>What an old devil is this?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ba&s;er and ba&s;er &s;till.</L>
<L>The <HI>Mon&s;ieurs</HI> cri'd, and &s;wore if they could &s;inde</L>
<L>Your Parents were Gentle and vertuous,</L>
<L>Being their fir&s;t Loves, they would marry you,</L>
<L>To free you from this mi&s;erable thraldome.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>Brave hone&s;t Gentlemen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be advi&s;'d though, Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope I &s;hall.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Beware of Travellers, many pa&s;&s;e abroad</L>
<L>For gallant fellowes that have run their countrey,</L>
<L>For picking pockets.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>And &s;ome you know at home</L>
<L>For cozening their Ma&s;ters.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are plea&s;'d.</L>
<L>But you have known my love; for <HI>Gabriella</HI></L>
<L>Let'hem &s;hare her betwixt 'hem. You and I</L>
<L>Made one, may &s;oon make peace with the old man</L>
<L>At home.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>O Rogue! I'le tell you more anon <HI>Ca&s;h.</HI></L>
<STAGE><PB N="76" REF="190">
<HI>Enter</HI> Strigood, Pap. Galliard.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come Gentlemen, <HI>Mon&s;ieur Papillion.</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Mon&s;ieur Galliard,</HI> all friends, all friends.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pap.</SPEAKER>
<L>A greed, agreed, &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<L>And agree for me.</L>
<L>Agree poor tout.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Chear up your faces Girles.</L>
<L>'Twas but my trial of your cha&s;tity.</L>
<L>And &s;ince you have &s;tood firme, <HI>I</HI> am proud of you.</L>
<L>Tru&s;t me, 'twas but to try you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wee wee All, but for try. Trimount, tri|mount.</L>
<L>No more, but all for try: no man can tinck,</L>
<L>But'twas too very mo&s;he to take two hundred</L>
<L>Crowns for two pu&s;illages, no, no was but</L>
<L>For try: but and &s;he had not &s;queek and &s;cra&s;h too</L>
<L>Like to do leetel chat, I had Trimount</L>
<L>One, two, tree, five time, for all your try.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhat's pa&s;t let be forgot. According to</L>
<L>Agreement, Gentlemen, y'are now content</L>
<L>To joyne with us in Academick fellow&s;hip,</L>
<L>And for your pa&s;time profe&s;&s;e Art and Science,</L>
<L>As we do for our profit: y'are expert,</L>
<L>I finde; and &s;hall winne wonder of our Nation,</L>
<L>To your own much delight out of their follies.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>And then for Game&s;ters, Gentlemen. If you<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ll play.</L>
<L>I'le bring ye tho&s;e &s;hall venture money enough.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pap.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVe are planted to our wi&s;h.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<L>All very good.</L>
<L>All very good; but I would &s;ee thee fir&s;t.</L>
<L>VVhat Ladies will come here to practi&s;e complement.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are &s;till hot upon the female <HI>Mon&s;ieur Galliard</HI></L>
<L><HI>Mon&s;ieur Papillion</HI> here flies over <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">hem.</L>
<STAGE><PB N="77" REF="190">
<HI>Enter</HI> Hannah.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha, ha, what will this world come to?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Landlady, the newes?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>The old will to't.</L>
<L>As well as the young I &s;ee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>To what Landlady?</L>
<STAGE>He takes her a&s;ide. And that while the young men and maids court and confer at tother &s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>To fa&s;hion following;</L>
<L><HI>A</HI> Reverend Lady</L>
<L>Of fifty five; and a Knight of three&s;core</L>
<L>And upwards, are come hither to learn fa&s;hion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you know their names?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, yes: and them; 'tis that</L>
<L>Begets my wonder.</L>
<L>'Tis the Lady <HI>Ne&s;tlecock,</HI> and one Sir <HI>Swithin VVhimlby.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVit be merciful unto us.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Hannah, Ca&s;h.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Ladies man's without: who came to know if the hou&s;e were ready to entertain 'hem; do you know 'em Mr. <HI>Lightfoot?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have heard o'th' Lady. <HI>Ca&s;h,</HI> &s;ee if it be <HI>E|phraim.</HI></L>
<L>He cannot know thee. Let him not away,</L>
<STAGE>[He looks out.</STAGE>
<L>By any meanes, his not return to them may keep 'hem back.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis he, I &s;ee him hither.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Landlady, is your husband come from duck|ing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, overjoy'd with the good &s;port he has had.</L>
<L>He'll play th' good fellow then. Entreat him <HI>Ca&s;h.</HI></L>
<L><PB N="78" REF="191">
To help thee, put a cup or two upon</L>
<L>That fellow; and hear<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;t me, &s;pice his cup,</L>
<L>I mean, grave <HI>Ephraims</HI> cup with this &s;ame powder,</L>
<L>'Twill lay him a&s;leep, and quickly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> know the trick on't.</L>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>And Landlady, when the Knight and Lady come,</L>
<L>Say we are ready for 'em.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>That I &s;hall &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pap.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis then an ab&s;olute contract. <HI>I</HI> am yours.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>And <HI>I</HI> am yours as firme as faith can binde.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<L>To which we are de witne&s;&s;e. Be &s;o for us,</L>
<L>I am her husband, And &s;he is my wife,</L>
<L>Speak you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Fore Heaven, I do acknowledge it,</L>
<L>But &s;ir, the Church mu&s;t be ob&s;erv'd,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<L>For that.</L>
<L>We'll &s;end for one Mini&s;ter that &s;hall marry</L>
<L>Us all at once. One ki&s;&s;e till then &s;hall &s;erve.</L>
<STAGE>[Ki&s;&s;e.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis well done <HI>Mon&s;ieurs,</HI> I no &s;ooner turn</L>
<L>My back, but you are on the Damo&s;els lips.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>A</HI> leetel in de hone&s;t way will &s;erve,</L>
<L>But he &s;hall know no-ting.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>On with your Ma&s;ques-Maids,</L>
<L>And take e&s;pecial heed you blu&s;h not through 'hem.</L>
<L>For here are &s;ome at hand will put us to't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis not my father, nor my Lady Aunt?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>I cannot promi&s;e you. Be bold and &s;afe.</L>
<L>Beare it out bravely, or our &s;chool breaks up</L>
<L>Immediately: and we are broke forever,</L>
<L>Be&s;ides, there is no &s;tartiug.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's enough</L>
<L>To make a coward fight, and mine own heart;</L>
<L>We mu&s;t &s;tand &s;toutly to't, we lo&s;e our loves el&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well, I am arm'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>And <HI>I.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="79" REF="191">
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fall into complement.</L>
<STAGE>Masques on.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Whimlby, Lady, Neh. Blithe.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mu&s;e we lo&s;t my man thus.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>By your leave, &s;ir.</L>
<L>Are you the Regent of this Academy?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<L>And are tho&s;e of your A&s;&s;i&s;tants.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes &s;ir, and all Profe&s;&s;ors of Court-di&s;cipline,</L>
<L>By the mo&s;t accurate, yet more familiar</L>
<L>Rules, then have ever yet been taught by any,</L>
<L>For quick in&s;truction both of young and old.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<L>You promi&s;e very fairly. For us old ones,</L>
<L>We know and could have done things in our youth,</L>
<L>Which &s;till we have a minde to: but we leave</L>
<L>The practice to our young ones: Here's a paire</L>
<L>Would faine be at it. We'll pay their admittance.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>But <HI>I</HI>'d be glad to &s;ee fir&s;t by your leave,</L>
<L>Some probability of what they &s;hall learn.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>And rea&s;on good, good Madam. Pray ob&s;erve there.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pap.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fair &s;tar of court&s;hip, my unworthy humble &s;elf, a Profe&s;t &s;ervant to the integrity of beauty, makes this</P>
<P>Clear te&s;timony of your merits, that every eye that &s;ees you,</P>
<P>Owes you his heart for tribute, and that unju&s;tly your beholders live, that live not in your &s;ervice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mother f'&s;ooth, is not this <HI>French?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Peace ch<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">lde. Hear more on't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<P>Noble &s;ir, you are &s;o exactly de&s;erving in the opinion of all righteous judgements, that the lea&s;t &s;yl|lable of your faire te&s;timony, is able to re-edifie the ru|ines of a decayed commendation.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<L>The be&s;t that ever I heard, &s;ince I woo'd my <HI>Gri&s;&s;el.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="80" REF="192">
<SPEAKER>Stri,</SPEAKER>
<P>Was not that a &s;weet bout, &s;ir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, yes, it puts me in minde of &s;ome &s;weet bouts I had with one before I married her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<P><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">as he married my Si&s;ter troe?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pap.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am forc't to give you over, Madam, you have &s;uch a preventing and preoccupying wit in all things.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>That goes like Engli&s;h Mrs. <HI>Blithe.</HI> I could learn &s;ome of that me thinks.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be&s;t tell your mother &s;o; &s;he may rejoyce at it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<P>There, Lady, was a ta&s;te of &s;weet comple|ment between per&s;ons equally affected. May it plea&s;e you now to let your &s;onne pa&s;&s;e upon this demo&s;el. Who being to her a &s;tranger, and raw (as I imagine) in court&s;hip, &s;hall meet with reprehen&s;ion, that may be for his in&s;truction.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do <HI>Neh.</HI> &s;peak to her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Put of your hat and &s;ay&mdash;.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>What! and her masque on?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>That was well-&s;aid. Why are they mask'd, I pray &s;ir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<P>We are commanded it by the policy of wi&s;e authority; for feare young heires might fall in love with 'em, and &s;ink their fortunes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>You have well &s;atisfied me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;hould I &s;ay to one I never &s;aw.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<P>When I was young and bold, I would have &s;aid, Lady, you are mo&s;t au&s;piciou&s;ly encountred. And &s;peak it boldly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lady, you are mo&s;t &s;u&s;piciou&s;ly accoutred, I &s;peak it boldly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Au&s;piciou&s;ly encountred man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Au&s;picou&s;ly encountred woman, <HI>I</HI> &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I commi&s;erate your encounter. 'Tis a mo&s;t hungry, verminous, impoveri&s;h't word &s;ir. It &s;eems you are a &s;tranger by't, to the Innovation of court&s;hip.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="81" REF="192">
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;hould I &s;ay to that now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>He's a weak &s;cholar for&s;ooth, and would be glad to learn.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>The acknowledgement of his weakne&s;&s;e is the fir&s;t greece of gradation to perfection, and his glad|ne&s;&s;e the &s;caling-ladder of re&s;olution.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray f'&s;ooth, can you teach me a complement to offer you &s;ugar-plums, and eat 'hem my &s;elfe: to &s;ave my manners and my plums too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a wag it is?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>What walking dunghil is this? made of the du&s;t &s;wept from the hou&s;e of ignorance.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, what! how now, ha? you are a Flap&s;e to terme my &s;onne &s;o, ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<P>O good Madam. This is but &s;chool play.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le put her by her &s;chool-tricks and no only <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">nmask, but unskin her face too, and &s;he come over my heire apparent with &s;uch <HI>Billingsgate</HI> Comple|ments.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pap.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sweet Madam, no harm was meant, and no|thing &s;aid in earne&s;t: 'Twas meerly but &s;chool pra|ctice, but to &s;hew the &s;weet young Gentleman how he might be &s;ubject to the &s;corne of Court, before he be &s;een in Complement.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say you &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pap.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twas told your Ladi&s;hip before, that by repre|hen&s;ion he might finde in&s;tructiou.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Right Madam; For no Fencer learnes his Science before he receive &s;ome hits and knocks too: Oh, I have had many.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, I am &s;atisfied, and pray, that my ra&s;h er|rour may prove pardonable Lady</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Rather let me implore your mercy, Ma|dam&mdash;.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis well, 'tis well Lets hear an Interchange or two now, of complemental acknowledgement of
<PB N="82" REF="193">
courte&s;ies pa&s;t betwixt Ladies, for the edification of <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">his faire one, who &s;eems not yet to have ta'ne notice of us, but looks o' the ground &s;till.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis not to finde a fe&s;cue, &s;ir, among the Ru&s;hes.</P>
<P>To pick out a le&s;&s;on in your cri&s;&s;e-cro&s;&s;e-row of comple|ment.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sharp and &s;udden. She has a good wit I &s;ee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ob erve, good <HI>Blithe,</HI> ob&s;erve.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Can your poor &s;ervant expre&s;&s;e acknowledge|ment enough, Lady, for favonrs &s;o ince&s;&s;antly heap't upon her, be&s;ides the accumulation of many &s;ecret be|nefits?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<P>I cannot but admire, Madam, your noble and illu&s;trious Gratitude, that can give beauty to benefits of &s;o low a birth and condition.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<P>O my <HI>Gri&s;&s;el</HI> comes to my minde agen, &s;he was the gratefulle&s;t woman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>If &s;uch favours, Madam, &s;hould pa&s;&s;e under an humble name, Honour would grow idle, and a thankful Nature beguil'd of her emploiment.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<P>You'<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">l make my zeale hereafter, too ba&s;hful to &s;erve your mo&s;t curious acknowledgement.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Curious acknowledgement! There was a thrid drawn out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am hound by many kindne&s;&s;es, Madam, to ce|lebrate the faire memory of you; as the trouble of your Coach twice in one day, be&s;ides tho&s;e ine&s;timable Jewels, the Monkey and Dormou&s;e your Ladi&s;hip &s;ent me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would you could lend me a &s;ight of 'hem for|&s;ooth, I love &s;uch things devoutly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Joy.</SPEAKER>
<P>You do but open a privie door to my thankful temembrance, Madam, for the bounty of your Squirrel and Paraquitoe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fagh, &s;hut that privie-door.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="83" REF="193">
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;hut in the Squirrel and the Paraquitoe to be &s;tifled, &s;hall &s;he? O that I could &s;ee hem!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now Madam, and Sir Knight, Is not this neat and hand&s;om?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<P>Truly, truly, 'tis mo&s;t admirable pretty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, if you heard our Lectures, &s;aw our</L>
<L>Daunces.</L>
<L>Reli&s;h't our Mu&s;ick and harmonious voices,</L>
<L>Ob&s;erv'd our Rules for fa&s;hion and attire,</L>
<L>Our many exact po&s;tures and dimen&s;ions,</L>
<L>Fit to be u&s;'d by way of Salutation,</L>
<L>Of courte&s;ie, of honour, of obei&s;ance,</L>
<L>To all degrees of man or womankind,</L>
<L>From the low bent of va&s;&s;alage, to the head</L>
<L>Of towring Maje&s;ty, you &s;hould admire.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>But do you reade and teach all the&s;e to your &s;cholars?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stand forth, <HI>Monfieur Galliard.</HI> Stay w'are interrupted.</P>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Era&s;. Val. Rachel.</STAGE>
<L>Up maids, and quickly; or 'tis not your Masques</L>
<L>Can keep you undi&s;cover'd. Go, be ready,</L>
<L>With Mu&s;ick and your voices, when I call to yee.</L>
<STAGE>Ex. Joy. Gab.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why are we interrupted? pray proceed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mother, it is my naughty Aunt, &s;o 'tis&punc;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>No matter, &s;onne, we'll take no notice of her.</P>
<L>I wonder at the boldne&s;&s;e of the drudge though.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can turne taile too, as well as the great La|dy. Hab.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>And do &s;o, My&s;tre&s;&s;e, give her a broad|&s;ide.</P>
<L>Well-&s;aid, we'll make our partie good, <HI>I</HI> warrant you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="84" REF="194">
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, we have heard your Fame; and love your Arts.</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 word"> pray that our ambition be excu&s;'d,</L>
<L>Which drew on our Intru&s;ion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<P>To me and to the place you are all welcom.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>And &s;o to all I hope, chiefly to you,</L>
<L>Good Madam Dowager, hoping in good time</L>
<L>I may get good, by doing much good upon you</L>
<L>How likes your L<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">p<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">my complement.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you bring your rude companions to affront me? Are you &s;o hot? you &s;tir up your cinders before they be cak't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Still in the Kitchin-dialect.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<P>No ruder then your &s;elf, hah.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>I</HI> brought her, Madam,</P>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 word"> advance my &s;uit to you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will you &s;ee me abu&s;'d</P>
<P><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ir <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 word">, look to your Neece, the t'other talks to her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whi.</SPEAKER>
<P>Kinde merry Gentlemen, Madam, when I was young I would have done the like. Their com|ing hither, was as ours was to note th' in&s;tructi|ons</P>
<P>That are taught here. Pray &s;ir proceed. On with your exerci&s;e, that we may all be edified.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<P>We &s;hall do &s;o, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>But &s;ir, your Gentlewomen,</P>
<L>That pa&s;t upon our entrance where are they?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 word"></SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, they were call'd in ha&s;te to private pra|ctice</P>
<L>With &s;ome great Ladies in an upper room.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Umh&mdash;</HI>private practice. Well, I &s;hall know all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<P>And they being ab&s;ent, we &s;hall for the pre|&s;ent</P>
<L>Only deliver by the&s;e Gentlemen,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">me heads of Sciences.</L>
<L><PB N="85" REF="194">
A Song, a Daunce, and then</L>
<L>Entreat you take a ta&s;te of a collation.</L>
<L>And all mo&s;t fairly welcome.</L>
<STAGE>Speak <HI>M<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">n&s;ieur Galli|ard,</HI></STAGE>
<L>The heads of our chief Arts. Your &s;ilence, pray you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<L>The fir&s;t is the due carriage of the body,</L>
<L>The proper motion of the head, hand, leg,</L>
<L>To every &s;everal degree of per&s;on,</L>
<L>From the Pea&s;ant unto the Potentate;</L>
<L>To your <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">nferiours how and when to u&s;e the Nod,</L>
<L>The Hum, the Ha, the Frown, the Smile,</L>
<L>Upon the fit occa&s;&s;ion; and to your equals,</L>
<L>The exacte&s;t, newe&s;t, and familiar motions</L>
<L>Of eye, of hand, of knee, of arme and &s;houlder,</L>
<L>That are in Garbe, in Congee, Crindge, or Shrug,</L>
<L>In common Courte&s;ie, or Complement,</L>
<L>La&s;tly, for your Addre&s;&s;es to Superiours.</L>
<L>The Honours, Reverence, or Obey&s;ances,</L>
<L>Proper unto the quality or e&s;tate</L>
<L>Of per&s;on what&s;oever. And &s;o much</L>
<L>For carriage and behaviour. In the next place</L>
<L>You &s;hall have rules for the more graceful wearing</L>
<L>Of your Apparel, with the natural Rea&s;ons,</L>
<L>Why &s;ome mans hat does better in his hand</L>
<L>Then on his head, and why his coat hangs neater</L>
<L>Upon his elbow, then upon his back,</L>
<L>As al&s;o Rea&s;ons for Tunes bringing up.</L>
<L>And marriages, together of the fa&s;hions</L>
<L>Of man and woman, how his Caller, and her</L>
<L>Black-bag, came on together; how his pocket-comb</L>
<L>To &s;pru<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">e his Perrule, and her Girdle-gla&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>To order her black pa&s;hes, came together;</L>
<L>How his walking in the &s;treets without a cloak</L>
<L>And her, without a man came up together,</L>
<L>Of the&s;e, and of a hundred more the like.</L>
<L>We &s;hall demon&s;trate rea&s;ons and in&s;tructions.</L>
<L><PB N="86" REF="195">
Shall render you mo&s;t graceful in each fa&s;hion.</L>
<L>The next are skills in in&s;truments, &s;ong and dancing</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Enough, tho&s;e &s;hall be made familiar to you</L>
<L>By voice and action in&s;tantly. A Song there.</L>
<STAGE>SONG.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<L>Admirable pretty &s;till.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Are the&s;e your Gentlewomens voices, &s;ir?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>They are</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>What do you keep 'hem up like Nuns,</L>
<L>To &s;ing and not be &s;een?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not alwayes &s;ir.</L>
<L>But may it plea&s;e yee Gentlemen and Ladies,</L>
<L>Now to ob&s;erve the practice of our feet</L>
<L>In active dancing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>That came <HI>I</HI> to learn,</L>
<L>And to &s;peak <HI>French,</HI> do you think &s;ir, you can bring</L>
<L>My mouth to handle the <HI>French</HI> tongue hand&s;omly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>He's apt to learn, &s;ir, I can tell you that.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes. <HI>I</HI> &s;hall bring his Mout to it. But his Mont is yet a leetel too wide. But he &s;hall have &s;ome of de wa|ter datde woman u&s;e for anoderting, to bring it bet|ter together, and he &s;hall &s;peak like de Fran&s;h Lady.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray &s;ir, if you can like the Ladies daughter of <HI>Paris</HI> properlie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now <HI>Val.</HI> thou knowe&s;t the way.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> wonder &s;ir, 'Mong&s;t all your Arts and Sci|ences</L>
<L>You have &s;o little judgement in a face,</L>
<L>Does his mouth appear wide to you? what fal&s;e gla&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Are your eyes made of?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gab.</SPEAKER>
<L>What you mean?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, friend.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="87" REF="195">
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray &s;ir take no offence. Here was none meant.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Slander is no offence then. He has injur'd,</L>
<L>By breathing an a&s;per&s;ion on that face,</L>
<L>The life of beauty, and the &s;oule of &s;weetne&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>Wide mouth Y&mdash;.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<L>Begar <HI>Mon&s;ieur,</HI> you &s;hall no point out mouth,</L>
<L>No, nor out-face the Fren&s;h man with your great Bull-beef, and Mu&s;tard Engli&s;h looks.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, gentle <HI>Val.</HI> forbear.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le &s;top.</L>
<L>This mouth that knowingly &s;ayes he dares except</L>
<L>Again&s;t a tittle of his face or per&s;on.</L>
<L>But as he is an ignorant &s;tranger, and</L>
<L>I mu&s;t re&s;pect the company. I forbear.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>However &s;ir, <HI>I</HI> can but thank your love in 't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now it works in her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pardon my plainne&s;&s;e, Madam.</L>
<L>I never was &s;o ta'ne with Ma&s;culine beauty.</L>
<L>And till I winne a woman that is like him,</L>
<L>Or has been like him, I can but langui&s;h.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>They told me I was like him, when I was younger.</L>
<STAGE>[A&s;ide.</STAGE>
<L>And let me tell you y' are a comely Gentleman.</L>
<L>And be you but as hone&s;t as y' are hand&s;om, you de|&s;erve well.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>&V;mh,</HI> 'tis a hard matter to bring tho&s;e ends to|gether.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mother f'&s;ooth. Here's a man now for you to make my father!</L>
<L>Beyond the Knight or <HI>Ephraim!</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Were I free from the old Knight, <HI>I</HI> could look well upon him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come &s;ervant, come away.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>By no meanes, My&s;tre&s;&s;e, I do but &s;ooth her up to jeare her for vou.</L>
<L>If you out-&s;tay her not, you lo&s;e your honour.</L>
<L>She'll brag &s;he has out-look't you. If you &s;tart.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="88" REF="196">
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, and &s;he go to that, I hope <HI>I</HI> can,</L>
<L>Look as ill favouredly as her &s;elfe, or a better</L>
<L>Woman then &s;he, and &s;tay in &s;pight of her, hah.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis well done, My&s;tris, Madam &s;hall I tell you.</L>
<L>But I would pray you not to &s;torme, but laugh at it.</L>
<L>She &s;ayes you are no match for me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha, ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>And knowing I aim at none but &s;ome great wi|dow.</L>
<L>Tells me &s;he knows her husband's but &s;hort-liv'd.</L>
<L>I fear &s;he means to break his heart.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Say you &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>No words, good Madam.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">et more whi&s;pering.</L>
<L>Pray Madam let us go. Neece come away,</L>
<L>For I fear Madam, as you wi&s;ely doubted,</L>
<L>This is no companie for us.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I hope.</L>
<L>I am not yet &s;o tied, but I may &s;afelie</L>
<L>U&s;e my own <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">reedom, I'le go when I plea&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<L>O <HI>Gri&s;&s;el, Gri&s;&s;el,</HI> when would'&s;t thou have &s;aid &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<L>Loves power, I hope, hath wonne on de&s;tinie,</L>
<L>T' appoint this day for my delivery.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, good Sir <HI>Swithin,&mdash;</HI>Ladies&mdash;we have yet</L>
<L>Dauncing to come, and a Collation promi&s;'d.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Camelion.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes Gallants, now w' are readie, we but &s;tayed for this fourth man here.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>O <HI>Camelion.</HI></L>
<L>Where is your wife? I hope your je lou&s;ie.</L>
<L><PB N="39" REF="196">
Locks her not up.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pi&s;h <HI>Honi &s;oit.</HI> I hate it.</L>
<L>No, &s;he has been preparing of a banquet,</L>
<L>Which now is ready for you, worthy Mr. <HI>Lightfoot,</HI></L>
<L>And your faire company; jealou&s;ie I defie</L>
<L>The ba<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">e horne A gue, Mr. <HI>Askal</HI> I.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>What does he call you? <HI>Ra&s;cal?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Askal</HI> Madam.</L>
<L>My name is <HI>Askal.</HI> But the R in Ma&s;ter</L>
<L>Runs in<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">o't &s;o, that &s;ometimes it &s;ounds doubtful.</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> mu&s;t be Knighted, <HI>Euphoniae gratia.</HI></L>
<L>Sir <HI>Valentine Askal</HI> will come fairly off.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now note me Mr. <HI>Askal,</HI> and tell me if ever jealous man came &s;o lightly off.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Hannah.</STAGE>
<STAGE>Daunce.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, your collation &s;tayes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis well, Gallants and Ladies</L>
<L>Wilt plea&s;e you enter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Agreed, agreed, of all &s;ides.</L>
<STAGE>Ex. Omn.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>Act. V.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. 1.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Lafoy, Hardy, Matchil.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laf.</SPEAKER>
<L>INho&s;pitable! 'tis inhumane, pa&s;t</L>
<L>The cruelty of infidels.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou &s;peak'&s;t</L>
<L>But thine own barbarous cruelty, hollow Frenchman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laf.</SPEAKER>
<L>Abominable hypocrite.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Cunning Villain.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Har.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fie Gentlemen, forbear this unknown lan|guage.</L>
<L><PB N="90" REF="197">
And either &s;peak to others under&s;tanding,</L>
<L><HI>If</HI> you &s;peak Ju&s;tice:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Give me then my &s;onne.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laf.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou ha&s;t thy &s;onne, give me my &s;onne and daughter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Har.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray Gentlemen, if you'll not hear each o|ther, yet both hear me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I pray Captain &s;peak.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Har.</SPEAKER>
<L>You had his &s;onne to fo&s;ter; he your daughter.</L>
<L>You faithfully affirme you &s;ent his &s;onne</L>
<L>For <HI>England</HI> a moneth &s;ince.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laf.</SPEAKER>
<L>And mine own with him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Har.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have confe&s;t you put away his daughter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>And mine own with her, through her di&s;obe|ence.</L>
<L>But 'twas upon adverti&s;ement by letter,</L>
<L>That he had fir&s;t ca&s;t off my &s;onne to an</L>
<L>Untimely death.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Har.</SPEAKER>
<L>Some Villain forg'd that letter,</L>
<L>And let me tell you &s;ir, though in your hou&s;e,</L>
<L><HI>Lafoy</HI>'s an hone&s;t and a temperate man.</L>
<L>You are ra&s;h and unadvi&s;'d, what <HI>Lafoy</HI> &s;peaks</L>
<L>I will maintain for truth: what you have done</L>
<L>I wi&s;h you could make good; But <HI>I</HI> may fear</L>
<L>You are mark't out by your own wilfulne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>The &s;ubject of much woe and &s;ad misfortune.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know not what I am; but did you know</L>
<L>The number, and the weight of my afflictions,</L>
<L>You could not chide me thus without &s;ome pity.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Har.</SPEAKER>
<L>Indeed I pity you, and now y'are calme,</L>
<L>Know that <HI>Lafoy</HI> &s;ent his &s;onne over with yours,</L>
<L>And but for &s;ome affaires he had with me,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI>'th I&s;le of <HI>Wight</HI> he had embarqu'd him&s;elf</L>
<L>With them, and brought hem to you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>There's hope then yet</L>
<L>That my boy lives.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="91" REF="197">
<SPEAKER>Hard.</SPEAKER>
<L>And is come over feare not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>You comfort me, and now <HI>Lafoy</HI> y' are wel|come.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laf.</SPEAKER>
<L>But to what comfort, having lo&s;t my daugh|ter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lo&s;t or lo&s;t not, mine's with her. And I</L>
<L>purpo&s;e now to be &s;ad no longer. For I think</L>
<L>I ha' lo&s;t my wife too, there's a &s;econd comfort.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Har.</SPEAKER>
<L>Take an example here <HI>Mon&s;ieur Lafoy,</HI></L>
<L>And &s;hake of &s;adne&s;&s;e; mirth may come unlook't for.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Har.</SPEAKER>
<L>I ha' lo&s;t a &s;onne too, a wilde roaring Lad,</L>
<L>About this town. And if I finde not him,</L>
<L>I doubt not I &s;hall finde, that he has &s;pent me</L>
<L>A hundred pound &s;ince I la&s;t heard of him.</L>
<L>By the way &s;ir, I &s;ent you a bill of change</L>
<L>La&s;t moneth, to pay a hundred pieces for me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Twas paid. I have your bill for my di&s;charge.</L>
<L>How now?</L>
<L>Ha' you found your My&s;tre&s;&s;e.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Servant.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ser.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor tidings of her, &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>She has found then &s;ome good exerci&s;e, I doubt not.</L>
<L>That holds her &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ser.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, there's a Gentleman</L>
<L>Craves in&s;tant &s;peech with you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who? or whence comes he?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ser.</SPEAKER>
<L>He will be known to none before he &s;ees you.</L>
<L>And, when you &s;ee him, he &s;ayes he thinks you'll know him.</L>
<L>He's a brave gallant, one o'the Alamodes,</L>
<L>Nothing but <HI>French</HI> all over.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fetch him me quickly,</L>
<L><PB N="92" REF="198">
It is my &s;onne. Grammercie mine own heart,</L>
<L>That wa&s;t not light &s;o &s;uddenlie for nothing,</L>
<L>Pray Gentlemen, who e're you &s;ee, name no man</L>
<L>To me, unle&s;&s;e I ask you. He comes, he comes.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Ca&s;h.</STAGE>
<L>I'm grown a proper man. Heaven make me thank|ful.</L>
<L>Ju&s;t &s;uch a &s;park was I at two and twenty,</L>
<L>Set cloathes and fa&s;hion by. He thinks to try</L>
<L>If <HI>I</HI> can know him now. But there <HI>I</HI>'le fit him.</L>
<L>With me &s;ir is your bu&s;ine&s;&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>I pre&s;ume</L>
<L>You do not know me, &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>As well as he that got him.</L>
<L>Pray Gentlemen keep your countenances. Not know you &s;ir?</L>
<L>'Tis like I may have known you here to fore,</L>
<L>But cannot readily collect; perhaps</L>
<L>You are much chang'd by Travel, Time, and Bra|very,</L>
<L>Since I la&s;t &s;aw you. There he may finde.</L>
<L>I partly gue&s;&s;e, but will not know him yet.</L>
<L>Good Geutlemen &s;ay nothing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Har.</SPEAKER>
<L>What ailes he troe.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>He knowes me, I feare, too &s;oon. <HI>If</HI> now my plot faile, and he have a Counterplot upon me. <HI>I</HI> am laid up.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you not know me yet &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Know you, or know you not &s;ir, what's your bu&s;ine&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;ometimes had a &s;onne &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now he comes to me.</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> had &s;ir. But I hear he's &s;lain in <HI>France.</HI></L>
<L><PB N="93" REF="198">
And farewel he. Mark how I handle him.</L>
<L>And what &s;ir of my fonne?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>He's dead you &s;ay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mufe the Knave askes me not ble&s;&s;ing though.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>But to &s;upplie his lo&s;&s;e you have a daugh|ter</L>
<L>That may endear a &s;onne, &s;ir, to your comfort.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Whither now flies he trow! Sir, do you know her.</L>
<L>Or where to finde her?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fir&s;t upon my knees</L>
<L>Let me implore your pardon.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now he comes home: And <HI>I</HI> can hold no longer.</L>
<L>My ble&s;&s;ing boy, thou meane&s;t. Take it, and wel|come</L>
<L>To a glad father. Ri&s;e, and let my teares,</L>
<L>If joy confirm thy welcom.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>I may not ri&s;e yet &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>No? why? what ha&s;t thou done? where's young <HI>Lafoy?</HI></L>
<L>My true friends &s;onne here? whom I now mu&s;t lock</L>
<L>Up in the&s;e armes, amid&s;t a thou&s;and welcomes.</L>
<L>Where's the young man?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know not who you mean &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Di&s;tract me not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laf.</SPEAKER>
<L>I feare you are de&s;traught.</L>
<L>I know not him. How &s;hould he know my &s;on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let me look nearer.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I am your Prentice.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Whow&mdash;whow, whow, who&mdash;my Thie&s;e and Runaway.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Prav &s;ir afford me hearing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, your cau&s;e</L>
<L>Requires a Judges hearing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="94" REF="199">
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have put me</L>
<L>Into your hands, and not without much hope,</L>
<L>To gaine your pardon, and your daughters love.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis roundly &s;poken. Gentlemen, I'le tell you.</L>
<L>This gallant youth, has gallanted away</L>
<L>A thou&s;and pound of mine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>For your advantage &s;ir: For</L>
<L>By this way</L>
<L>Of Gallantry, as you call it, I have travell'd</L>
<L>Through the Re&s;orts and Haunts publike and pri|vate</L>
<L>Of all the Gallants in the Town. In brief</L>
<L>I have found your daughter, where &s;he had been lo&s;t</L>
<L>For evet in your brother <HI>Strigoods</HI> hands.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Can&s;t bring me thither?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laf.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is my daughter with her?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam <HI>Gabriella,</HI> the French Dam&s;el's there.</L>
<L>And others, men and women, whom you'll know when you come there.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laf.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good &s;ir, lets ha&s;ten thither.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>You'll aid me, &s;irs?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Har.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, with our lives and fortune.</L>
<STAGE>Ex. omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD><HI>Scoen.</HI> 2. <STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Era&s;mus, Blithe, Camelion.</STAGE></HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be fearle&s;&s;e Lady, and upon my life,</L>
<L>Honour, and faith; you are &s;ecure from danger.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I have put me in your hands you &s;ee</L>
<L>So liberally that I may feare to &s;uffer,</L>
<L>If not a cen&s;ure, yet a &s;uppo&s;ition</L>
<L>Of too much ea&s;ine&s;&s;e, in being led</L>
<L>So &s;uddenly &s;o farre towards your de&s;ire.</L>
<L>But my opinion of your noblene&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Joyn'd with your Prote&s;tation, pleads my pardon</L>
<L><PB N="95" REF="199">
At lea&s;t it may, the wretchedne&s;&s;e con&s;idered,</L>
<L>To which I was enthrall'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is not more my love</L>
<L>Unto your vertue, and your faire endowments.</L>
<L>Then pity in me labours your relea&s;e.</L>
<L>Nor is it rather to enrich my &s;elf.</L>
<L>Then to &s;ave you from &s;o immen&s;e a danger,</L>
<L>As you had fallen into by yielding under</L>
<L>Your Uncles weakne&s;&s;e in &s;o fond a match.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ble&s;&s;e me from being fool-clog'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now you are free.</L>
<L>If you can think your &s;elf &s;o, and but yield</L>
<L>Unto my pre&s;ent Coun&s;el.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do &s;o Lady</L>
<L>Before you are mi&s;t within. Here is the Clo&s;et,</L>
<L>And here's the Key in your own hands, And pre|&s;ently I'le fetch a Prie&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;ee</L>
<L>I &s;till deal fairlie w'ye; and give you power</L>
<L>To keep guard on your &s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Bli.</SPEAKER>
<L>And yet I yield</L>
<L>My &s;elf your pri&s;oner.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>In: &s;ome body comes.</L>
<L>She will be yours. And let me tell you, &s;ir,</L>
<L>I wi&s;h you as much joy with her, as I</L>
<L>Have with my Cock.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have befriended me</L>
<L>In this good enterpri&s;e: And one good turne</L>
<L>Requires another. And now for that I told you,</L>
<L>Touching your wife, your Cock you &s;o rejoyce in.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Alas. alas, good Gentlemen, you would fain</L>
<L>Ha' me be jealous. <HI>Honi &s;oit,</HI> y'are &s;hort.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Val. Hannah.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stand by and ob&s;erve.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="96" REF="200">
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you begin to boggle,</L>
<L>And when <HI>I</HI> &s;end for twenty pieces, do you</L>
<L>Send me but ten?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's that?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay mark.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>I pray,</L>
<L>What have I had in all by your account.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>At &s;everal times, you have had fifty pounds of my poor husbands money.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's that to the free plea&s;ure of my body</L>
<L>Which mu&s;t afford you &s;weet and lu&s;tie payment?</L>
<L>You froward Monkey. But perhaps you ha' got</L>
<L>Some new-found Horn-maker, that you may think,</L>
<L>De&s;erves your husbands money better, for</L>
<L>Doing his Journey-work, one o'the <HI>Mon&s;ieurs,</HI></L>
<L>Or both perhaps i'th' hou&s;e here under's Antlers,</L>
<L>It mu&s;t be &s;o, why el&s;e of all the town,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t I be one o'th' la&s;t that mu&s;t take notice</L>
<L>Of your new College here, your brazen face Col|lege</L>
<L>Of feates and fine fagaries? do you grow weary of me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you grow wilde? &s;peak lower, do you mean to undo me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Will tother fifty pound undo thee, <HI>I</HI> have lo&s;t</L>
<L>All that I had within among your <HI>Mon&s;ieurs.</HI></L>
<L>And you mu&s;t yield &s;upply, or lo&s;e a friend</L>
<L>Of me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>What a way would &s;o much money have gone</L>
<L>In betts at the ducking pond?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Will no le&s;&s;e &s;erve your turn then fifty?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>No le&s;&s;e. All makes (you know) but a ju&s;t hun|dred.</L>
<L>And there <HI>I</HI>'le &s;tick; and &s;tick clo&s;e to thee too,</L>
<L>El&s;e all flies open. What care I who knows</L>
<L><PB N="97" REF="200">
Your credits breach, when you re&s;pect not mine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis too well known already; All<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">s too open.</L>
<L>My hou&s;e, my pur&s;e, my wife, and all's too open.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>O me, undone.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Was ever loving husband</L>
<L>So much abu&s;d?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Enquire among your neighbours.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be patient man.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>O thou clo&s;e whore.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Take heed, &s;ir, what you &s;ay.</L>
<L>Eene now you &s;aid &s;he was too open, &s;ir.</L>
<L>Y'are in two tales already.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>I feare he's mad</L>
<L>Or jealous, which is wor&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pi&s;h, <HI>Honi &s;oit.</HI></L>
<L>He jealous, he defies it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you deride me?</L>
<L>Sir, you can witne&s;&s;e with me, he confe&s;t</L>
<L>Receipt of fifty pounds my wife has lent him,</L>
<L>(Fal&s;e woman that &s;he is) for Horn-making,</L>
<L>Job Journey-work.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are deceiv'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know.</L>
<L>(At lea&s;t <HI>I</HI> think) I am deceiv'd in both.</L>
<L>My money and thy hone&s;ty, but the Lawes</L>
<L>In both &s;hall do me right, or all &s;hall flie for't.</L>
<L>I'le in&s;tantly to councel.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hear me fir&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>By all meanes hear her fir&s;t. Pray grant her that.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>I dare not look on her, le&s;t I be tempted</L>
<L>To yield unto my &s;hame and my undoing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Will you not heare your Cock, your Nan&s;ie,</L>
<L>Nanny Cock.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Time was you would not ha' denied me that.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="98" REF="201">
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor any thing, if my Cock had but &s;tood upon't.</L>
<L>Such was my love, but now,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>But now y'are jealous.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Have <HI>I</HI> not cau&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here's tother fifty pieces, take 'hem &s;ir.</L>
<L>They are full weight, and truly told.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Brave wench.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>If you will law, &s;ir, you &s;hall law for &s;ome|thing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>What do&s;t thou mean?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope &s;he'll humble him &s;o,</L>
<L>That he &s;hall keep our chamber-door for us,</L>
<L>While we get boyes for him. A dainty Rogue,</L>
<L>She tempts me &s;trongly now. Would &s;he would call me</L>
<L>About it pre&s;ently.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>That money &s;ir</L>
<L>May &s;erve to countenance you among the Game&s;ters</L>
<L>Within, that blew you up. The Lady widow</L>
<L>May think the better of your credit too,</L>
<L>Being &s;o good i'th' hou&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le &s;treight among&s;t 'em.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Councel me not &s;ir. All my joyes are gone.</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> cannot think now what a ducking pond</L>
<L>Can be good for, except to d<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">own me in't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Alas, poor man, I was in this too bu&s;ie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay, you &s;hall promi&s;e me before my hus|band,</L>
<L>That you will never more attempt my cha&s;tity.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>That bargaine's yet to make. Though before him</L>
<L>I may &s;ay much, I will not &s;tand to that</L>
<L>For all the wealth he has.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;hall prote&s;t</L>
<L>Then, fairly, as you are a Gentleman</L>
<L><PB N="99" REF="201">
You never have enjoy'd me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> like that.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, no, I cannot &s;afely, for in that</L>
<L>I &s;hall &s;urrender up my intere&s;t</L>
<L>In's hou&s;e; and he may warne me out on't. No,</L>
<L>Take heed o' that. 'Tis not his tother hundred</L>
<L>Shall make me &s;lip that hold.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> am lo&s;t again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>What a bold thief is this! Pray heare me, &s;ir.</L>
<L>You may remember that I ask't you once</L>
<L>What Countreyman you were.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, when you fir&s;t ca&s;t your good liking on me, and I told you.</P>
<L>O'th' I&s;le of <HI>Wight:</HI> And what o' that?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>And you</L>
<L>Call Captain <HI>Hardyman,</HI> their father-in-law.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<P>You wrong me ba&s;ely, to &s;ay <HI>I</HI> call him any thing; for he gives me nothing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>You wrong him ba&s;ely. Look you, Can you reade.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> had done ill to venter (as <HI>I</HI> ha' done)</L>
<L>On <HI>Salisbury</HI> plain el&s;e. Hah, what's here</L>
<P>That daughter, I &s;ent you order to receive for me an hundred pounds. If you finde that your brother the Spendthrift <HI>Val. Askal,</HI> (Zookes that <HI>I)</HI> be in any want, furni&s;h him according to your own di&s;cretion.</P>
<L>I am <HI>Val. Askal,</HI> where's the money? My hundred</L>
<L>pound, ha' you't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>It &s;eems a Si&s;ter of yours had it.</L>
<L>Ha' you a &s;i&s;ter?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val,</SPEAKER>
<L>He had a daughter by my mother, but</L>
<L>He plac<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">d her out a childe, I know not where</L>
<L>Where's that young whore trow? <HI>Hannah</HI> I think</L>
<L>her name was. Hang me if <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 word"> know directly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>My wives name's <HI>Hannah,</HI> &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="100" REF="202">
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am that &s;i&s;ter, brother, but no whore.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now <HI>Val.</HI> your brags to make men think you lay with her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have your hundred pound &s;ir. Look you, husband.</L>
<L>This is my fathers letter which you wrote on.</L>
<L>That which you dar'd the devil and Clerks to coun|terfeit, reade your own hand.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Honi &s;oit qui maly pen&s;e.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> mu&s;t admire this woman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do'&s;t think <HI>I</HI> did not know thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>No &s;ir, nor would I that you &s;hould,</L>
<L>Till I had foil'd you in your cour&s;e,</L>
<L>And had my will to make my husband jealous.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Cock, my Cock again, my Nanny cock,</L>
<L>Cock-all my Cock-a-hoop, <HI>I</HI> am overjoy'd,</L>
<L>See, &s;ee thy father too.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Matchil, Hardy, Lafoy, Ca&s;h.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is the woman.</L>
<L>To whom I paid your money.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hard.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis my daughter&mdash;.</L>
<L>My ble&s;&s;ing on you.&mdash;What are you here too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>And ask you ble&s;&s;ing too. Your hundred pound Has bound me to't. Heaven ble&s;&s;e you, Here's halfe one &s;till, yes, and the better halfe, for tother's &s;pent.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hard.</SPEAKER>
<L>O y'are a great good husband.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> would be one. And here's a good rich wi|dow</L>
<L>Now in the hou&s;e, your countenance may help me,</L>
<L>My Si&s;ter and my Brother both can tell you,</L>
<L>How orderly and civilly I live.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>O wag.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hard.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis like &s;ir, I &s;hall prove your Furtherer.</L>
<L>What is &s;he?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="101" REF="202">
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>That Merchants Si&s;ter, and a Lady &s;ir.</L>
<L>I would not have him heare.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hard.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well talk a&s;ide then.</L>
<STAGE>[talk a&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>In that I'm partly &s;atisfied.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>I love you &s;ir,</L>
<L>And waited on your wife but as your Sp<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">e,</L>
<L>For feare he might have led her to more folly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat:</SPEAKER>
<L>But &s;aw you not two &s;uch Dam&s;els here?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here are</L>
<L>Some in the hou&s;e that would not be &s;een by us.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Becau&s;e they thought you'd know 'hem.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>And if that</L>
<L>Old fellow be your brother <HI>Strigood,</HI> tis mo&s;t &s;trange</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>You know not him here do you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>No not I.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis my man <HI>Ca&s;h.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mo&s;t wonderful.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>We &s;hall know more anon.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laf.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray ha&s;te &s;ir, to di&s;covery: I would f<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ine</L>
<L>Once &s;ee my daughter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> would &s;ee a little</L>
<L>The fa&s;hions o'the hou&s;e fir&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray ob&s;cure</L>
<L>Your &s;elves in that by room there, where you may</L>
<L>See and hear all that pa&s;&s;es, nor can any</L>
<L>Pa&s;&s;e out o'th' hou&s;e without your notice.</L>
<L>The Gentlemen and I will mix again</L>
<L>With the Society, if they plea&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Agreed.</L>
<L><HI>Within Strigood.</HI> Where are you Gent'emen?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come away <HI>Val.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is not that the Hell-hounds voice?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, 'tis your brother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good Captain go with us upon di&s;covery.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI>'le &s;eat you to &s;ee all, and be un&s;een.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="102" REF="203">
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do &s;o good Cock. Do &s;o now &s;ir, <HI>I</HI>'le fetch the Prie&s;t.</L>
<STAGE>Ex. Han. Hard. Mat. Lafoy.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Strigood.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>O Gentlemen, you have lo&s;t &s;uch &s;port, the</L>
<L>Lady</L>
<L>And Merchants wife have been by th' eares.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h</SPEAKER>
<L>Could not</L>
<L>The old Knight part 'hem?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri</SPEAKER>
<L>He has done his be&s;t,</L>
<L>And almo&s;t lo&s;t his eyes in the adventure</L>
<L>Betwixt the Furies tallons&punc;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>But are they friends agen?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>And deep in complement.</L>
<L>Our &s;chool affords no &s;uch in act or language.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Lady, Rach.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Si&s;ter, Indeed <HI>I</HI> am too much your trouble.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray Madam let me &s;erve you truly truly.</L>
<L><HI>I</HI>'le be your &s;ervant for a yeare and a day</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Indeed, indeed you wrong your &s;elf, <HI>I</HI> am yours.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am your &s;ervants &s;ervant, and will &s;erve</L>
<L>Under your Ladi&s;hips Cook to do you &s;ervice.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Indeed you may not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>If I may not be</L>
<L>Accepted for your hou&s;hold &s;ervant, let me</L>
<L>Become your Chare-woman&punc; in any office</L>
<L>From Cupboard to (lo&s;e-&s;tool, I can do all</L>
<L>To do your Ladi&s;hip &s;ervice.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val,</SPEAKER>
<L>This now &s;avours of Complement indeed.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>In &s;ooth, 'tis &s;ooth, for&s;ooth the tale I tell you.</L>
<STAGE><PB N="103" REF="203">
<HI>Enter</HI> Neh.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well acted mother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Y' are too ob&s;equious</L>
<L>Good gentle Si&s;ter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am &s;hort of good.</L>
<L>Gentle I grant I am, for I bite no body,</L>
<L>Command me then &s;weet Madam.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>And very well acted Nant.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>O you &s;hall pardon me&punc;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am no Pope, for your &s;ake would I were.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your courte&s;ie o'recomes me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>O not &s;o.</L>
<L>I wi&s;h it could for&s;ooth, would it were better for you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Exceeding well acted o'both &s;ides.</L>
<L>Mother and Aunt f'&s;ooth, Amardla you have done't</L>
<L>Better then the two School-My&s;tre&s;&s;es to d<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">y</L>
<L>Could do their What&s;hicomes, their Complements</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> think you call 'hem. But I ha' lo&s;t my My&s;tre&s;&s;e</L>
<L>To complement withal. Mrs. <HI>Bli<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">he Trip&s;hort</HI></L>
<L>Has out-&s;trip't me, Amardla that &s;he has.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Where's he<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> wi&s;e Uncle &s;hould ha' look't to her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>He's crying all about the hou&s;e for her,</L>
<L>But cannot finde her. How &s;hall <HI>I</HI> have her now?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou &s;halt not have her boy, &s;he's naught.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then he's</L>
<L>Naught too. You &s;ha'nt have him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor will, <HI>I</HI> feare not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Think of the Gentleman, mother that out-fac'd</L>
<L>The Frenchman for me. I would you had a thou&s;and &s;uch in <HI>France</HI> now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>God-a-mercy boy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Peace, hear a little more.</L>
<STAGE><PB N="104" REF="204">
<HI>Enter</HI> Camelion.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir; come away.</P>
<P>I have found a carele&s;&s;e Curate, that has nothing but a bare Coat too loo&s;e &s;hall chopt't up pre&s;ently. And give him but a piece, he'll fear no Cannon.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am bound to thee for ever.</L>
<STAGE>Ex. Cam. Er.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Whither goes he?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>No matter, let him go t'untru&s;&s;e perhaps.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Whimlby, Ephraim.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> &s;ay &s;he is i'th hou&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<L>She's gone, &s;he's gone.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<L>She's flowen out of a window, or chimney-top then.</L>
<L>I'm &s;ure I wrtch't the door with epen eyes</L>
<L>E're &s;ince you entred, as my Lady charg'd me,</L>
<L>Le&s;t her childe might &s;lip out to play i th' &s;treet.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>And I am here you &s;ee. He cannot &s;ee</L>
<L>He has no more eyes then a &s;ucking pig,</L>
<L>And yet he weeps like a roa&s;ted one.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am abu&s;'d,</L>
<L>And r<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">nder me my Neece,</L>
<L>You have &s;tolne her for your &s;onne.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>My &s;onne defies her,</L>
<L>As I do you, old whining wither'd fellow,</L>
<L>That has no moi&s;ture in him but for teares.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>That is my Cue. A young well govern'd man</L>
<L>Were fitter, Madam.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>Where have you been &s;ervant?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;peak to my Lady.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lady, I think you &s;aid.</L>
<L>Are you &s;o &s;tout &s;ir&punc; hah?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>I rather think he playes the cunning hypocrite</L>
<L><PB N="105" REF="204">
With his fal&s;e teares, and packt her hence him&s;elf</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lady mindes you not, and I can learn</L>
<L>To give you a broad &s;ide too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam, that cannot be, for I have &s;een</L>
<L>All that went out, or came into the hou&s;e&punc;</L>
<L>Since you. Here came a Church man in ere while.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<L>A Churchman! then I feare &s;he's clb&s;ely mar|ried unto her wo and mine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>Perhaps to me.</L>
<L>Behinde my back you &s;aid &s;he would do &s;o.</L>
<L>And before him came in your brother <HI>Matchil.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>La.</SPEAKER>
<L>My brother, who her husband?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eph.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, with others.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>My husband, I think you <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">aid What a foule hou&s;e the&s;e wa&s;hing dayes make?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Val.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, 'tis no Je&s;t Now <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">dies let me tell you,</L>
<L>And &s;ad Sir <HI>Swithin;</HI> pray lend all your eares.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Ca&s;h,</HI> we are betray<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters"> <HI>Ca&s;h</HI> if we be not nimble.</L>
<L>I &s;mell a Fox. Hy thee up quickly <HI>Ca&s;h,</HI></L>
<L>And hurry down the wenches We'll make bold with</L>
<L>My Ladies Coach to hurry us away.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Matchil, Hardy, Lafoy, Hannah.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>But not too fa&s;t, Go &s;ir, fetch down the wenches.</L>
<L>Thou &s;hamele&s;&s;e Reprobate. Doe&s;t thou hang thy head now?</L>
<L>I'le take a cour&s;e to hang the re&s;t o'thee.</L>
<L>Your Ladi&s;hips well met at the new &s;chool.</L>
<L>So is your Chare-woman. Ha' you profited</L>
<L>By the devils doctrine here? you weep &s;in <HI>Swithin</HI></L>
<L>For the iniquity of the times.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>You mean</L>
<L>His Neece, pray Vncle did you meet her,</L>
<L>She's gone away too, after my Cou&s;in <HI>Joyce,</HI></L>
<L><PB N="106" REF="205">
And the French maid, I think, &s;he is here agen.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Era&s;. Blithe, Camelion.</STAGE>
<L>Amardla, wipe your eyes, and look Sir <HI>Swithin,</HI></L>
<L>The tother hone&s;t Gentleman has found her.</L>
<L>And let him take her for his paines for me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>I thank your love. But &s;ir, 'tis your con&s;ent</L>
<L>We only &s;eek.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir <HI>Swithin,</HI> let 'em have it,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is the Gentleman <HI>I</HI> would have &s;poke for:</L>
<L>In birth, in meanes, in per&s;on every way</L>
<L>De&s;erving her. Take him upon my word.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hard.</SPEAKER>
<L>And Madam, &s;ince you &s;tick but upon Joyn|cture,</L>
<L>Having heard lately well of his husbandry.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thank a good &s;i&s;ter, &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hard.</SPEAKER>
<L>I will &s;ecure you</L>
<L>Three hundred pounds a year, your brother knows me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>With make good his word. Agree by your &s;elves.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lad.</SPEAKER>
<L>Upon the&s;e termes, 'tis like we &s;hall agree.</L>
<L>Sir <HI>Swithin</HI> are you plea&s;'d.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<L>Plea&s;'d or di&s;plea&s;'d.</L>
<L>It &s;eems they are married.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, I a&s;&s;ure you,</L>
<L>I &s;aw their hands joyn'd, and I heard 'hem both</L>
<L>An&s;wer the Prie&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Whim.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>I</HI> will no longer whine.</L>
<L>Heaven give you joy, As y'are your owne, y' are mine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>There are more weddings i'th' hou&s;e, your daughters,</L>
<L>Are linck't by this time to the two young Frenchmen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>His daughters? ours I fear? what <HI>French?</HI> where are they?</L>
<STAGE><PB N="107" REF="205">
<HI>Enter</HI> Ca&s;h, <HI>two &s;onne's, Joy, Gab.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here &s;ir, undone I feare.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat,</SPEAKER>
<L>What are you married.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Jun:</HI> Sir, &s;he is mine, I mu&s;t and will main|tain it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laf.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Jun.</HI> And &s;he is mine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laf.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is your &s;onne. And this</L>
<L>Is mine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is your daughter. And this mine. Each married to her brother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laf.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Jun. Mon Pere Je de&s;ire ve&s;tre Benediction Jour pour moy &amp; ma fennue.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laf.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are lo&s;t children all, was ever thread</L>
<L>By fate &s;o cro&s;&s;ely &s;p<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">n, &s;o cro&s;&s;ely wed?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know not how to Ble&s;&s;e you, or to look</L>
<L>On your ince&s;tuous eyes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laf.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Jun.</HI> What is dat Ince&s;t,</L>
<L>We have commit noting, we have no time,</L>
<L>Since we were marry for &s;o much as ki&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Begar no point &s;o much as but one ki&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Har.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be not di&s;may'd. The&s;e marriages are none.</L>
<L>The errour of the per&s;ons nullifies</L>
<L>The verbal ceremony; and 'tis well</L>
<L>They pa&s;t not unto further rites: I'le finde</L>
<L>A lawful way to clear all this. And then</L>
<L>As you and they con&s;ent, they &s;hall exchange</L>
<L>And marry in due order.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laf.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Jun.</HI> Sir I tanck you.</L>
<L>You'ave &s;peak very well. And we &s;hall make.</L>
<L>De ex&s;hange pre&s;ently. A new exchange,</L>
<L>De new Ex&s;hange indeed, for de husbands</L>
<L>To &s;hange the wifes before they can be wearie.</L>
<L><HI>Prenez mon frere, la voici la' une pour lautre.</HI></L>
<L>Dere, is one for anoder:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="108" REF="206">
<SPEAKER>Har.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is each party</L>
<L>Agreed, and &s;o content?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>J. Gab.</HI> We are.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jo.</SPEAKER>
<L>And we.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laf. Ju.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wee wee, <HI>I en&s;uis tresbien contult.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat. Ja.</SPEAKER>
<L>Provided that we have our fathers leaves and councels.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Can you &s;eek fathers leaves or councels now,</L>
<L>That have run from 'hem in your di&s;obedience,</L>
<L>Into the &s;nares of hell: too farre I fear</L>
<L>To be relea&s;t. O hell-bred Villain.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your brother o' one &s;ide.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat. Ju.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lend but a patient care.</L>
<L>And by my hopes of your de&s;ired pardon</L>
<L>I'le quit you of your feare. 'Tis true, my duty</L>
<L>At my Arrival &s;hould have wing'd me to you.</L>
<L>But hearing of your late, ill talk't on marriage.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>O that root of mi&s;chief,</L>
<L>And of my Si&s;ters flight as <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">oth to appear to you,</L>
<L>As to pre&s;ume a welcom; I was curious</L>
<L>Fir&s;t to ob&s;erve the Town, and ta&s;te the newes;</L>
<L>When more by Providence then accident,</L>
<L>Here we made choice of lodging, &s;aw and lik't</L>
<L>The practices of the Society,</L>
<L>Until this wicked man; (who &s;till pre&s;umes</L>
<L>To call you brother,) finding us youthful &s;trangers,</L>
<L>And (as he might &s;uppo&s;e) wanton&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>He made</L>
<L><HI>A</HI> bargain with you for their Maiden heads.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h</SPEAKER>
<L>told me that, and how that helli&s;h purpo&s;e</L>
<L>Was vertuou&s;ly declin'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>O counterfeit <HI>Ca&s;h.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>But mu&s;t you therefore, knowing who&s;e &s;ons you were.</L>
<L>Marry you knew not whom.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat. Ju.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pardon me, &s;ir.</L>
<L><PB N="109" REF="206">
Our loves were noble, and by due enquirie,</L>
<L>Fetch't from each others faithful brea&s;t, the knowledge</L>
<L>Of each other.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhat! and marry then</L>
<L>Each his own Si&s;ter? Riddle me not to death.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat. Ju.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I have done. And now that I have &s;aid</L>
<L>The wor&s;t that might have hapned by his practice,</L>
<L>To make his &s;hame or his repentance greater,</L>
<L>VVho only was my aim. VVe are not married,</L>
<L>None of us all are married one to other.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cam.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, I a&s;&s;ure you &s;ir. Howere I li'd</L>
<L>At their reque&s;t, (&s;mall matter for a friend)</L>
<L>I &s;aw all the hurt the Prie&s;t did here to day.</L>
<L>That was upon them two there.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thank you &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;hall be then: And &s;o take hands in earne&s;t.</L>
<L>Is't not a double Match <HI>Lafoy?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Laf.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVithout</L>
<L>All manner of condition I con&s;ent.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am full of joy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca&s;h.</SPEAKER>
<L>O can you pardon me &s;ir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good boy, good boy. I know not how a City</L>
<L>Could &s;tand without &s;uch Prentices. And hope</L>
<L>This wants few &s;uch. But what can&s;t thou now &s;ay</L>
<L>Brother, o' one &s;ide for thy felfe. Speak quickly&punc;</L>
<L>VVhile the good humour holds me to be friends</L>
<L>VVith all the world: yet yonder's one lies heavy</L>
<L>Athwart my &s;tomack.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Y'are full of joy you &s;ay.</L>
<L>And I &s;ay had it been within my power,</L>
<L>To have broke your heart, <HI>I</HI> had don't. Therefore in me</L>
<L>Be comforted and love me; for I finde</L>
<L>I have no power to hurt you, and will therefore</L>
<L>Attempt no further.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Brotherly &s;poke in troth.</L>
<L><PB N="110" REF="207">
And worthily worth an hundred mark a month,</L>
<L>Shall ha't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Know then into the bargain, that</L>
<L>I forg'd the letter that &s;uggeited to you</L>
<L>My Nephews death, in hope of means that way.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hone&s;tly &s;aid agaiu. Now what &s;ay you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ra.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;ay that I am humbled on my knees.</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> beg your pardon.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>All's too well me thinks.</L>
<L>But heark, before you break up &s;chool, lets have</L>
<L>Oue frisk, one fling now, one cariering dance,</L>
<L>And then pack up.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Agreed, Agreed, Agreed.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Play then <HI>Les tous en&s;embles.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Neh.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's the French name on't, Uncle, 'tis in Dutch</L>
<L>call'd All-to-mall; and I call it in <HI>Engli&s;h.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Omnium Gatherum,</HI> 'tis the daintie&s;t daunce.</L>
<L>We had it here to day: I and my mother,</L>
<L>My Aunt and all can daunce in't, as well as the be&s;t.</L>
<L>With every one in their own footing. Now ob&s;erve.</L>
<STAGE>Daunce.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mat.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have done well. Now pray lets break up &s;chool.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hard.</SPEAKER>
<L>But yet not break up hou&s;e. My &s;onne and daughter.</L>
<L>Have given me power to call their Supper mine.</L>
<L>To which <HI>I</HI>'le give you welcome, Ale and VVine.</L>
<STAGE>Deus dedit his quoque finem, laus Deo.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
<BACK>
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<PB REF="207">
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<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="209">
<PB REF="209" MS="y">
<P><HI>THE QUEEN And CONCUBINE.</HI></P>
<P><HI>A COMEDIE</HI></P>
<P>BY RICHARD BROME.</P>
<Q><L>A&s;perius nihil e&s;t Humili cum &s;urgit in Altum.</L>
<L>&mdash;Si vis vincere, di&s;ce pati.</L></Q>
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</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<PB REF="210">
<PB REF="210">
<HEAD>Drammatis Per&s;onae.</HEAD>
<LIST>
<ITEM><HI>Gonzago.</HI> King of <HI>Sicilie.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Gonzago.</HI> His Son the Prince.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Horatio.</HI> An old humorous Courtier.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Lodovico. Eulalia's</HI> faithful Coun&s;ellor.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Flavello. alias Alphon&s;o, Alinda's</HI> Sycophant.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Four Lords, two Bi&s;hops.</ITEM>
<ITEM><TABLE>
<ROW>
<CELL ROWS="2"><HI>Sforza.</HI></CELL>
<CELL>Two Rivall Generals.</CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>Petruccio.</HI></CELL>
</ROW>
</TABLE></ITEM>
<ITEM><TABLE>
<ROW>
<CELL ROWS="2">Two other Captains and Souldiers.</CELL>
<CELL ROWS="2"><HI>Strozzo.</HI></CELL>
<CELL>Two ca&s;hier'd Lieutenants.</CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>Fabio.</HI></CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL ROWS="2"><HI>A Doctor.</HI></CELL>
<CELL>Suborned fal&s;e witne&s;&s;es again&s;t <HI>Eula|lia.</HI></CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>A Midwife.</HI></CELL>
</ROW>
</TABLE></ITEM>
<ITEM><TABLE>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>Pedro.</HI></CELL>
<CELL>A Gentleman of <HI>Palermo.</HI></CELL>
</ROW>
</TABLE></ITEM>
<ITEM><TABLE>
<ROW>
<CELL ROWS="2"><HI>Poggio.</HI></CELL>
<CELL>Two chief Inhabitants of <HI>Palermo.</HI></CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>Lollio.</HI></CELL>
</ROW>
</TABLE></ITEM>
<ITEM><TABLE>
<ROW>
<CELL>Three or four Countrey-men of <HI>Palermo.</HI></CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>Curat.</HI></CELL>
<CELL>&nbsp;</CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL ROWS="2"><HI>Cryer.</HI></CELL>
<CELL>Of <HI>Palermo.</HI></CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>Guard.</HI></CELL>
<CELL>&nbsp;</CELL>
</ROW>
</TABLE></ITEM>
<ITEM><TABLE>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>Andrea.</HI></CELL>
<CELL><HI>Eulalia's</HI> Fool.</CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>Jago.</HI></CELL>
<CELL>&nbsp;</CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL ROWS="2"><HI>Rugio.</HI></CELL>
<CELL>Two other her Servants.</CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>Jaylor.</HI></CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL>&nbsp;</CELL>
<CELL>Women.</CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>Kings Guard</HI></CELL>
<CELL><HI>Eulalia,</HI> The Bani&s;h'd Queen.</CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>Petruccio's Servant.</HI></CELL>
<CELL><HI>Alinda,</HI> the veil'd Concubine.</CELL>
</ROW>
<ROW>
<CELL><HI>Genius</HI> of <HI>Eulalia.</HI></CELL>
<CELL>Three or four Girls.</CELL>
</ROW>
</TABLE></ITEM>
<ITEM>The Scoene <HI>Sicilie.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="songs">
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="song">
<PB REF="211">
<HEAD><HI>The fir&s;t Song, for pag.</HI> 88.</HEAD>
<L>VVHat if a Day, or a moneth, or a year</L>
<L>Crown thy Delights</L>
<L>With a thou&s;and wi&s;h'd contentings?</L>
<L>May not the chance of a Night or an Hour</L>
<L>Cro&s;s thy Delights</L>
<L>With as many &s;ad Tormentings?</L>
<L>Fortune, Honour, Beautie, Birth,</L>
<L>Are but blo&s;&s;omes dying.</L>
<L>Wanton Plea&s;ures, doating Mirth,</L>
<L>Are but Shadows flying.</L>
<L>All our Joys</L>
<L>Are but Toys,</L>
<L>Idle thoughts deceiving:</L>
<L>None hath power</L>
<L>Of an Hour</L>
<L>In our lifes bereaving.</L>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="song">
<HEAD><HI>The &s;econd Song, for pag.</HI> 111.</HEAD>
<L>HOw ble&s;s'd are they that wa&s;t their wearied Hours</L>
<L>In &s;olemn Groves, and &s;olitarie Bowers,</L>
<L>Where neither eye nor Ear</L>
<L>Can &s;ee or hear</L>
<L>The frantique mirth</L>
<L>And fal&s;e Delights of frolique earth:</L>
<L>Where they may &s;it and pant,</L>
<L>And breath their pur&s;y Souls;</L>
<L>Where neither grief con&s;umes, nor griping want</L>
<L>Afflicts; nor &s;ullen care controuls.</L>
<L>Away fal&s;e Joys, ye Murther where ye ki&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>There is no Heaven to that, no Life to this.</L>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="play">
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="act">
<PB N="1" REF="211">
<HEAD>ACT. I.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. I.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Horatio, Lodovico.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>THe clouds of Doubts and Fears are now di&s;pers'd,</L>
<L>And Joy, like the re&s;plendent Sun, &s;preads forth</L>
<L>New life and &s;pirit over all this Kingdom,</L>
<L>That lately ga&s;p'd with Sorrow.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now the Court</L>
<L>Puts on her rich Attire, and like fre&s;h <HI>Flora,</HI></L>
<L>After the bla&s;ts of winter, &s;preads her Mantle,</L>
<L>Deck'd with delightful Colours, to receive</L>
<L>The jocund Spring, that brings her this new life.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. II.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Flavello bare before the Prince, the Queen Eulalia, Alinda, Attendants, Hoboys,</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Queen comes on, Joy in that face ap|pears</L>
<L>That lately was overwhelmed in her tears,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod. and <HI>Hor.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Health and perpetual Joy unto the Queen,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thanks my good Lords, I am prepar'd to meet it.</L>
<L>How neer's the King?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>At hand, my Soveraign.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Welcome that happy word that leads the way,</L>
<L><PB N="2" REF="212">
But yet he is not come, he is not here:</L>
<L>Never &s;o &s;weet an expectation</L>
<L>Appear'd &s;o tedious: pray &s;et on apace,</L>
<L>That I may live yet to an interview</L>
<L>With my lov'd honour'd Lord.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>That your delay</L>
<L>May &s;eem le&s;s grievous, hear this by the way,</L>
<L>A brief relation of the Kings &s;ucce&s;s</L>
<L>In this his late well-won Battail.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be it &s;o.</L>
<L>But mention not his dangers, good my Lord.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>That were to make his Conque&s;t nothing worth:</L>
<L>It would make Victory upon his head,</L>
<L>As &s;he had flown into his Burgonet,</L>
<L>To &s;hrowd her from a &s;torm, and not to &s;it</L>
<L>Or rather &s;tand triumphant on a foot,</L>
<L>With di&s;play'd wings upon the utmo&s;t Sprigg</L>
<L>Of his high &s;touri&s;hing P<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ume, vaunting her &s;afety</L>
<L>So perch'd and &s;o &s;upported by his Valour.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Prin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray Mother hear the dangers too; the wor&s;t</L>
<L>Will make the be&s;t the &s;weeter: I could hear</L>
<L>Of dangers yet to come; and Women may</L>
<L>Di&s;cour&s;e of Perils pa&s;t each Holy-day.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well &s;aid, young Prince, right of the Kings own Metal:</L>
<L>And gracious Madam, let me tell you, though</L>
<L>You do not love to hear of blood and danger,</L>
<L>Y' have brought a Warrior forth, I do fore&s;ee't:</L>
<L>I love to &s;peak my thoughts, I hope you tru&s;t me,</L>
<L>A right old Courtier I, &s;till true to th' Crown.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Prin.</SPEAKER>
<L>How this old fellow talkes! you &s;aid, my Lord,</L>
<L>You would di&s;cour&s;e the Battail.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ho.</SPEAKER>
<L>Excellent Prince,</L>
<L>I was i'th' way: but the Queen put me out on't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well, well my Lord, deliver't your own way.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then, humph, humh, humh, in my own way.</L>
<L>But by the way, no way to derogate</L>
<L><PB N="3" REF="212">
From the Kings matchle&s;s re&s;olution.</L>
<L>A word or two of the be&s;t Soldier</L>
<L>In all the world (under the King I mean,</L>
<L>I know my limits) that's our brave General,</L>
<L>Lord <HI>Sforza,</HI> Madam, your &s;tout Country-man,</L>
<L>Though our Kings Subject now; that bore him &s;o</L>
<L>At the great marriage-Triumph in Tourneament,</L>
<L>Tumbling down Peers and Princes, that e'er &s;ince,</L>
<L>He's cal'd your Champion, and the Queens old Soul|dier.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>But what of him now in the battail?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Marry but this, That as we have a King,</L>
<L>And as the King brings victory, nay life,</L>
<L>Home to his Queen, his Country and our comforts,</L>
<L>Next under Heaven we are to give the prai&s;e</L>
<L>To this old Souldier, to this man, the man</L>
<L>Indeed, another man is not to be</L>
<L>(Except the King) nam'd in this Victory.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;eem my Lord to honour <HI>Sforza</HI> yet</L>
<L>Before the King.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Excu&s;e me gracious Madam,</L>
<L>I know my limits: what? before the King?</L>
<L>I am an old Courtier I, &s;till true to th' Crown,</L>
<L>But thus it is declar'd, that in the battail,</L>
<L>When in the heat of fight the mingled bloods</L>
<L>Of either Army reek'd up to the Sun,</L>
<L>Dimming its glorious light with goryvapour,</L>
<L>When &s;laughter had rang'd round about the field,</L>
<L>Searching how by advantage to lay hold upon out King.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Prithee no more.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Prin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good mother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>At la&s;t &s;he &s;pied and circled him about</L>
<L>With Spears and &s;words &s;o thickly pointed on him.</L>
<L>That nothing but his &s;acred valour could</L>
<L>Give light for a &s;upply to his relief,</L>
<L>Which &s;hin'd &s;o through and through his wals offoes,</L>
<L><PB N="4" REF="213">
As a rich Diamond 'mong&s;t an heap of Ruines,</L>
<L>And &s;o was found by the quick eye of <HI>Sforza,</HI></L>
<L>When like a Deitie arm'd with wrath and Thunder,</L>
<L>He cut a path of horror through the Battail</L>
<L>Raining down blood about him as he flew,</L>
<L>Like a prodigious Cloud of pitch and fire,</L>
<L>Until he pierc'd into the &s;traight, wherein</L>
<L>The Royal Per&s;on of our King was at</L>
<L>His la&s;t bare &s;take of one life to a thou&s;and.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>I dare not hear it, yet.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then in a word, old <HI>Sforza</HI> fetcht him off,</L>
<L>And with his &s;word which never touch'd in vain,</L>
<L>Set him i'th' heart of's Army once again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>That I like well.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>That did your Champion, Madam,</L>
<L>The Queens old Souldier, and your Father, Lady:</L>
<L>D'ye &s;imple at it? &s;uch a Souldier breaths not,</L>
<L>Only the King except: now note the Miracle,</L>
<L>The King receiv'd and gave new life at once</L>
<L>Of and unto his Army, which new life</L>
<L>Was &s;traight way multipli'd, as if the lives</L>
<L>Of all the &s;lain on both &s;ides were transfus'd</L>
<L>In our remaining part, who with a pre&s;ent fury</L>
<L>Made on with that advantage on the Foe,</L>
<L>That the whole field was won as at one blow.</L>
<L>I am prevented.</L>
<STAGE>[Shout within, Victory]</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. III.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Captain, Drum and Colours, King and Sforza, Souldiers.</STAGE>
<STAGE>The King embraces and ki&s;&s;es the Queen, the Prince and Alinda.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now cea&s;e our Drums, and furle our En|&s;ignes up:</L>
<L><PB N="5" REF="213">
Di&s;mi&s;s the Souldiers, ho&s;tile Armes &s;urcea&s;e,</L>
<L>Whiles we rejoyce, &s;afe in the&s;e Armes of Peace.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go Souldiers, better never &s;tood the &s;hock</L>
<L>Of danger, or made good their Countreys cau&s;e.</L>
<L>Drink this to the Kings health and victory.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sold.</SPEAKER>
<L>Heaven ble&s;s the King, and our good General <HI>Sforza.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Again.</SPEAKER>
<L>Long live the King and <HI>Sforza, Sforza</HI> and the King,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kin.</SPEAKER>
<L>The King and <HI>Sforza, Sforza</HI> and the King,</L>
<L>Equal at lea&s;t, and &s;ometimes three notes higher,</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exit Capt.</HI> and <HI>Sould.</HI></STAGE>
<L>Sound <HI>Sforza's</HI> name then doth the Kings: the voyce</L>
<L>Of the wild People as I pa&s;s'd along</L>
<L>Threw up his prai&s;es neerer unto Heaven</L>
<L>Ever methought then mine: but be it &s;o,</L>
<L>He has de&s;erv'd well, now let me again</L>
<L>Embrace the happie comforts of my life.</L>
<L>Through deadly dangers, yea through death it &s;elf,</L>
<L>I am re&s;tor'd unto my Heaven on Earth,</L>
<L>My wife and Son: a thou&s;and ble&s;&s;ings on thee.</L>
<L>Say, deare&s;t life, who&s;e prayers I know have been</L>
<L>Succe&s;sful to me in this doubtful War,</L>
<L>How welcome am I?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's more than I can &s;peak:</L>
<L>For &s;hould I bring compari&s;ons of the Spring,</L>
<L>After a Fro&s;ty winter to the Birds,</L>
<L>Or rich returns of ventures to the Merchant,</L>
<L>After the twentieth currant news of Shipwrack,</L>
<L>Redemption from captivity, or the Joyes</L>
<L>Women conceive after mo&s;t painful Childbirths,</L>
<L>All were but Fabulous nothings to the Bli&s;s</L>
<L>Your pre&s;ence brings in an&s;wer to my Prayers:</L>
<L>Heaven heard me at the full: when I forget</L>
<L>To &s;end due prai&s;es thither, let me die</L>
<L>Mo&s;t wretched, though my gratitude &s;hall never</L>
<L><PB N="6" REF="214">
Sleep to th' inferior means, e'en to the meane&s;t</L>
<L>Souldier a&s;&s;i&s;tant to your &s;afe return,</L>
<L>E&s;pecially to you good <HI>Sforza,</HI> Noble Souldier,</L>
<L>I heard of your fidelitie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>My duty Madam.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Are you one of his great Admirers too?</L>
<L>The world will make an Idol of his Valour,</L>
<L>While I am but his &s;hadow: Ile but think on't,</L>
<L>Indeed he's worth your favour, he has done won|ders.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let me now &s;peak, I may not hear the&s;e wonders bounc'd,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>You do forget your &s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>What &s;ays my Lord?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay I have done.</L>
<L><HI>Gonzago,</HI> you and I have chang'd no words yet;</L>
<L>I have brought Victory home, which may perhaps</L>
<L>Be checkt at when my heat &s;hall fall to a&s;hes.</L>
<L>How will you maintain your Fathers quarrels ore his Grave?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Prin.</SPEAKER>
<L>I do not hope t' outlive you Sir, but if I mu&s;t,</L>
<L>I &s;ure &s;hall hope to keep your name and right</L>
<L>Alive whil&s;t I live, though I cannot hope</L>
<L>To have &s;o good a Souldier at my Standard</L>
<L>As Warlike <HI>Sforza.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is more and wor&s;e</L>
<L>Then all the re&s;t: the childe has &s;poken plainly,</L>
<L>I had been nothing without Warlike <HI>Sforza:</HI></L>
<L>Ile make him nothing, and no longer &s;tand</L>
<L>His Cypher that in number makes him ten.</L>
<L>My Lords, my thanks to you for your due care</L>
<L>In my late ab&s;ence.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>All was Loyal Dutie,</L>
<L>As we are old Courtiers Sir, &s;till true to th' Crown.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have found you faithful.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>It befits true State&s;men</L>
<L>Watchful to be at home 'gain&s;t civil harms,</L>
<L>When Kings expo&s;e them&s;elves to ho&s;tile Arms.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="7" REF="214">
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>There's a State-Rime now: but <HI>Horatio,</HI></L>
<L>Has not <HI>Petruccio</HI> vi&s;ited the Court</L>
<L>Since our departure?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pox on <HI>Petruccio.</HI></L>
<L>Ble&s;s me, and be good to me: how thinks your</L>
<L>Grace of my Allegiance, and can ask</L>
<L>Me that Que&s;tion?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now he is in his Fit.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Hangman take him. <HI>Petruccio</HI> King?</L>
<L>Peugh, peugh; I hate to name him.</L>
<L>How can you think your State had been &s;ecur'd</L>
<L>If he had breath'd among&s;t us? That vile wretch,</L>
<L>Whom in your Kingly wi&s;dom you did bani&s;h</L>
<L>The Court for a mo&s;t dangerous Male-content,</L>
<L>After his ju&s;t repul&s;e from being your General,</L>
<L>When he dur&s;t &s;tand in Competition</L>
<L>VVith brave de&s;erving <HI>Sforza</HI> here, the be&s;t</L>
<L>Mo&s;t ab&s;olute Souldier of the world.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Still <HI>Sforza!</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Except your Maje&s;ty.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>There is an Exception wrung out,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>He come at Court by my permi&s;&s;ion?</L>
<L>I &s;hould as &s;oon be won to &s;et your Court</L>
<L>On fire, as &s;ee him here.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Send for him &s;peedily.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L><STAGE>[Starts]</STAGE> Your Maje&s;ty is pleas'd to have it &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>And upon your Allegiance</L>
<L>Which you &s;o boa&s;t of, let me have him here,</L>
<L>And very &s;peedily; Ile have your head el&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay &s;ince it is your Highne&s;s plea&s;ure, and</L>
<L>So &s;eriou&s;ly commanded, I will &s;end</L>
<L>My own head off my &s;houlders, but wee'l have him:</L>
<L>In what you can command, I dare be Loyal.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Look to it,</L>
<STAGE>[goes to the Queen]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>It mu&s;t be &s;o, this is one of his un-to-be-examin'd ha&s;tie Hu|mours, one of his &s;tarts: the&s;e and a devilli&s;h gift</P>
<L>He has in Venerie, are all his faults.</L>
<L>Well, I mu&s;t go, and &s;till be true to th' Crown.</L>
<STAGE>Exit Horatio.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="8" REF="215">
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Petruccio</HI> &s;ent for! who for braving of</L>
<L>Brave <HI>Sforza</HI> here, &s;o lately was confin'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>I cannot think the Court mu&s;t hold 'm both</L>
<L>At once, le&s;s they were reconcil'd, which is</L>
<L>As much unlikely: what do you think my Lord?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know not what to think.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>She <HI>Sforza's</HI> Daughter, &s;ay you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Queen.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes my Lord.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<P>She's a right hand&s;ome one: I never knew he had a Daughter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<P>He brought her o'er a Childe with me, when happily I came your Bride, bred her at home, &s;he never &s;aw the Court, till now I &s;ent for her to be &s;ome comfort in your long ab&s;ence.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Sforza's</HI> ab&s;ence, I fear you mean.</L>
<STAGE>[a&s;ide]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>And tru&s;t me Sir, Her &s;imple Countrey In|nocence at fir&s;t</L>
<L>Bred &s;uch delight in me, with &s;uch affection,</L>
<L>That I have call'd her Daughter, to embolden her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>O did you &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>And now &s;he has got &s;ome &s;pirit,</L>
<L>A prettie lively &s;pirit, which becomes her</L>
<L>Methinks &s;o like her Fathers.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Very good.</L>
<L>I like her &s;trangely.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>What was that &s;he &s;aid</L>
<L>To you <HI>Conzago?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonz.</SPEAKER>
<L>That Heaven might ha' plea&s;ed</L>
<L>T' have fa&s;hion'd her out to have been a Queen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Comely Ambition.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Reconcile all quickly,</L>
<L>Or you had better never have been born,</L>
<L>Then di&s;obey my la&s;t command, which was</L>
<L>Neve<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> to &s;ee the Court till I induc'd you.</L>
<L>Do you &s;tare at me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>I but obey'd the Queen.</L>
<L>I hope &s;hee'l an&s;wer't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>No more, Ile talk with you anon.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="9" REF="215">
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come <HI>Sforza,</HI> Welcome to Court, &s;o is your</L>
<L>Daughter too, I have tane notice of her: O f<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ire&s;t, welcome.</L>
<STAGE>Ki&s;&s;es her. Sforza &s;torms.</STAGE>
<L>Come you both with me this night, weel Fea&s;t:</L>
<L>Pray bid us welcome all, as but one Gue&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;hall in all obey you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>And for this,</L>
<L>Le&s;s then a King I &s;hall abhor to ki&s;s.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="4" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. IV.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Petruccio.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Repuls'd? di&s;grac'd? and made the &s;corn o'th' Court?</L>
<L>Is the advancement of an up&s;tart &s;tranger,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e he is the Queens dear Countrey-man?</L>
<L>Have I for all my many Services,</L>
<L>Found the reward of being made an outca&s;t?</L>
<L>Could not the King be pleas'd, though he advanc'd</L>
<L><HI>Sforza</HI> unto the Honour I de&s;erv'd,</L>
<L>To tru&s;t me in his &s;ervice? could he think</L>
<L>My &s;word could be an hinderance in the Battail,</L>
<L>Or have delay'd the winning of the Field!</L>
<L>And mu&s;t his Court and pre&s;ence which I have</L>
<L>VVith my ob&s;ervance dignifi'd, reject me</L>
<L>Now, as a dangerous and infectious per&s;on!</L>
<L>Tis a new way to gratifie old Souldiers.</L>
<L>So &s;oon return'd? I do commend thy &s;peed.</L>
<L>The news at Court.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Servant in ha&s;te: &s;witch.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Serv.</SPEAKER>
<L>The King's come bravely home,</L>
<L>And every ear is fill'd with Victory,</L>
<L>But chiefly with the Fame of <HI>Sforza's</HI> Valour.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Sforza? Ser.</HI> Lord <HI>Sforza</HI> Sir, I cry him mercy,</L>
<L>The new Lord General.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou com'&s;t too fa&s;t</L>
<STAGE>[&s;trikes him]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Serv.</SPEAKER>
<L>So me thinks too, le&s;s 'twere to better purpo&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="10" REF="216">
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Fame of <HI>Sforza's</HI> Valour, good if it la&s;t.</L>
<L>VVhat other news?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Serv.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have told you all the be&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>If thou ha&s;t wor&s;e, let's have it quickly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Serv.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;hall, That you may flie the danger.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhat is't, without your Preface?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Serv.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here are Me&s;&s;engers &s;ent from the King to you; pray Heaven all be well. Ther's the old tutchie te&s;tie Lord, that rails, and never could abide you, &s;ince the King look'd from your Honour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Th' ha&s;t made me amends, ther's for thy news.</L>
<L>Is this bad news?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Serv.</SPEAKER>
<L>Truely my Lord, I think &s;o:</L>
<L>For if the King had &s;ent to you for good,</L>
<L>I think he would have &s;ent one lov'd you better.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhat? then the old Courtier? thou know&s;t him not.</L>
<L>Ile &s;hew him thee. He is the onely man</L>
<L>That does the King that &s;ervice, ju&s;t to love</L>
<L>Or hate as the King does, &s;o much and &s;o long,</L>
<L>Ju&s;t to a &s;cruple or a minute, and then he has an</L>
<L>ignorant Loyaltie, to do as the King bids him, though</L>
<L>he fear immediate death by it.</L>
<L>Call him in.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Serv.</SPEAKER>
<L>They come.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="5" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. V.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Horatio and guard.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>My ma&s;ters, come along, and clo&s;e up to me: my Loyaltie defend me, I &s;hall not dare to tru&s;t me in this devilli&s;h fellows reach el&s;e. And thus it is Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis thus Sir, I can tell you.</L>
<STAGE>[drawes]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good friends look well to me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>You come with &s;trength of armed men, to bear me</L>
<L><PB N="11" REF="216">
From mine own Hou&s;e which was my appointed Pri|&s;on,</L>
<L>Unto a &s;tronger Hold.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Look every way.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>The King it &s;eems now that his Nignion</L>
<L>General is Landed, cannot think him &s;afe, and I not</L>
<L>Fa&s;ter: which though I can prevent, I will not.</L>
<L>Come, what Gaol will you remove me to?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I would thou wert in Hell for me:</L>
<L>No Sir, I come to call you to the King.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>What? with a Guard?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's for my Self. I know thou love&s;t not me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor you me, do you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor cannot, le&s;s the King could love thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why perhaps he does, you &s;ee he &s;ends for me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why if he does, I do, but 'tis more then I know, or can collect yet by his Maje&s;ties affection.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here's an Humour now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know my Loyalty, and I know the King has &s;ent for you; But to what end I know not: and if it be to hang thee I cannot help it. Look to me now my ma&s;ters. Nor do I care, that's the plain troth on't, while the King is pleas'd, and thou wert my Brother. I am an old Courtier I, &s;till true to the Crown.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>I commend your Loyaltie: Come, we are Friends.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Look to me for all that.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Were you afraid, you came &s;o arm'd and guarded?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's becau&s;e I would not be afraid: look to me &s;till.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Indeed my Lord you are welcome.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, as much as I look for.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhat &s;hould the King intend by this? I fear no ill,</L>
<L>For I have done none; therefore I may go.</L>
<L>Perhaps he thinks to make me honour <HI>Sforza</HI></L>
<L><PB N="12" REF="217">
Now in his time of Jollitie, and be friends:</L>
<L>I need not go for that; he cannot do't,</L>
<L>Yet I will go to tell him &s;o: my Lord,</L>
<L>My joy to &s;ee the King will po&s;t me fa&s;ter</L>
<L>Than your grave Loyaltie, or Ma&s;&s;ie Bill-men.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, prethie keep afore with thy back to|wards me, and &s;o long I dare tru&s;t thee.</L>
<L>Have an eye though.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt Omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="6" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. VI.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter King and Flavello.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Her Father hath &s;urpriz'd her then?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, and means to hurry her away from</L>
<L>Court this night: I heard him threaten it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<P>But he mu&s;t not do't, &s;he is too &s;weet <HI>Fla|vello,</HI> and too fit for my embraces, to be &s;natch'd away.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now that &s;hee's ripe and ready for your u&s;e,</L>
<L>Like fruit that cryes, Come eat me. Ile not boa&s;t</L>
<L>The pains I took to fit her to your Appetite, before &s;he &s;aw you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>How, my carefull Agent?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>At fir&s;t &s;ight of her Feature, I fore&s;aw</L>
<L>She was compliable to your affection.</L>
<L>Then by di&s;cour&s;e I found &s;he was ambitious,</L>
<L>I ply'd her then with Pills that puff'd her up</L>
<L>To an high longing, till &s;he &s;aw the hopes</L>
<L>She had to grow by. Pray &s;tand clo&s;e, they come.</L>
<STAGE><PB N="13" REF="217">
Enter Sforza and Alinda.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Has the air of Court infected you already?</L>
<L>Has the Kings ki&s;&s;es mov'd by adulterate heat,</L>
<L>Swoln you into a&s;tubborn loath&s;omne&s;s</L>
<L>Of whol&s;om Coun&s;el? Come your wayes; Ile try</L>
<L>If Countrey-Air and Diet can re&s;tore you</L>
<L>To your forgotten mode&s;tie and Duty.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhat have I done ami&s;s?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you capitulate?</L>
<L>But &s;o much &s;atisfaction as may make</L>
<L>Thee &s;en&s;ible of &s;hame, I will afford thee:</L>
<L>Did&s;t thou not after Banquet, when the King</L>
<L>Heated with wine, and lu&s;t rais'd in his eyes,</L>
<L>Had ki&s;s'd thee once, twice, thrice, though I look'd on,</L>
<L>And all the Pre&s;ence whi&s;pered their cold fears</L>
<L>Of the Kings wantonne&s;s and the Queens abu&s;e;</L>
<L>Did&s;t thou not then &s;till gaze upon his Face,</L>
<L>As thou had&s;t long'd for more? O impudence!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Impudence? Sir, pray give it the right name,</L>
<L>Court&s;hip, 'twas Court&s;hip Sir, if I have learn'd</L>
<L>Any &s;ince I came here.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Brave metal'd wench!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am amaz'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be&s;ides Sir, the Kings ki&s;&s;es</L>
<L>Are great ine&s;timable Honours, and</L>
<L>VVhat Lady would not think her &s;elf the more</L>
<L>Honour'd, by how much the King did ki&s;s her?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>And &s;hould he more then ki&s;s, &s;till more Honour'd?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>It might be thought &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dur&s;t thou argue thus?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="14" REF="218">
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know he dares not beat me here. Pray Sir</L>
<L>Let me but ask you this, then u&s;e your plea&s;ure:</L>
<L>(Cau&s;e you &s;tile Impudence, that which I call Court|&s;hip)</L>
<L>VVhat Courtier &s;its down &s;atisfied with the fir&s;t</L>
<L>Office or Honour is confer'd upon him?</L>
<L>If he does &s;o, he leaves to be a Courtier.</L>
<L>And not the thing we treat of. Did your &s;elf</L>
<L>After the King had grac'd you once, twice, thrice,</L>
<L>(As he ki&s;s'd me) expect no further from him?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>She's wonderou&s;ly well read in Court alreadie:</L>
<L>VVho i'th' Devils name has been her Lecturer?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do but your Maje&s;ty ob&s;erve that, and think</L>
<L>VVhat pains I took with her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>How many Offices</L>
<L>Did you run through before you were made General?</L>
<L>And as the more the King confers upon us,</L>
<L>Is more our Honour, &s;o 'tis more the Kings,</L>
<L>VVhen mo&s;t his Favours &s;hine upon De&s;ert.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>I like her better &s;till.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>In&s;ufferable Bag|gage.!</L>
<L>Dar'&s;t thou call any thing in thee De&s;ert?</L>
<L>Or mention tho&s;e ba&s;e Favours which the King</L>
<L>Maintains his Lu&s;t by, with tho&s;e real Honours</L>
<L>Confer'd on me, who have pre&s;erv'd his life?</L>
<L>Is it &s;uch Dignity to be a VVhore?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray Sir, take heed: Kings Mi&s;tri&s;&s;es mu&s;t not</L>
<L>Be call'd &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dar'&s;t thou talk thus to me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, Sir;</L>
<L>If you dare think me worth the Kings embraces,</L>
<L>In that neer kind, howe 'er you plea&s;e to &s;tile it:</L>
<L>Sure I &s;hall dare, and be allow'd to &s;peak.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>That word makes thee a Queen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>The King dares not</L>
<L>Maintain it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>And that co&s;ts you your Head.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dear Sir, take heed; Prote&s;t I dare not hear you:</L>
<L><PB N="15" REF="218">
Suppo&s;e I were advanc'd &s;o far above you</L>
<L>To be your Queen, would you be therefore de&s;perate,</L>
<L>And fall from what you are to nothing? Pray</L>
<L>Utter no more &s;uch words, I'd have you live.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>She vexes him hand&s;omelie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>As I live &s;he's mad. Do you dream of being a Queen?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhy if I &s;hould, I hope that were no Trea&s;on:</L>
<L>Nor if I were a Queen, were that &s;ufficient</L>
<L>VVarrant for you, to utter Trea&s;on by,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e you were my Father; No dear Sir,</L>
<L>Let not your Pa&s;&s;ion be Ma&s;ter of your Tongue.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>How &s;he flies up with the conceit? d'yee hear?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<L>Becau&s;e you were my Father.</L>
<L>Soveraignty you know, admits no Parentage.</L>
<L>Honour, poor petty Honour forgets De&s;cent.</L>
<L>Let but a &s;illy Daughter of a City</L>
<L>Become a Counte&s;&s;e, and note how &s;queami&s;hly</L>
<L>She takes the wind of her Progenitors.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>She has &s;wallowed an Ambition</L>
<L>That will bur&s;t her: I'll let the humour forth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>You will not kill your Child?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Though all Po&s;terity &s;hould peri&s;h by it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not for the Jewel in your Ear.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Impudent Harlot! &s;he has heard me value</L>
<L>This Jewel, which I wear for her dead Mother,</L>
<L>I would not part with, whil&s;t I wore my Head;</L>
<L>And now &s;he threatens that: a Kingdom &s;hall not &s;ave thy life.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Know where you are, Sir, at Court, the Kings Hou&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Were it a Church, and this unhallowed Room</L>
<L><HI>Sanctum Sanctorum,</HI> I will bring you to your knees,</L>
<L>And make me &s;uch a Recantation</L>
<L><PB N="16" REF="219">
As never follow'd Di&s;obedience;</L>
<L>I'll take thy life el&s;e, and immediately.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King. Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>Trea&s;on! a Guard! Trea&s;on! <HI>&amp;c.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Heaven &s;ave the King.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Capt. &amp; Guard</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lay hold on <HI>Sforza,</HI> the dangerous Traytor.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis <HI>Sforza</HI> is betray'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Away with him, &s;ee he be kept clo&s;e Pri&s;oner.</L>
<L><HI>Flavello,</HI> &s;ee that his daughter have convenient Lodg|ing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let me but &s;peak; I hope your Maje&s;ty&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let not a word come from him: hence, away.</L>
<L>VVhat a mo&s;t dangerous e&s;tate even Kings do live in?</L>
<L>VVhen tho&s;e that we do lodge &s;o neer our Brea&s;t</L>
<L>Study our Death, when we expect our Re&s;t.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="7" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. VII.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Lodovico and Eulalia.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be comforted good Queen, and I be&s;eech</L>
<L>Your Grace to pardon me in this command</L>
<L>The King has laid upon me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Lodovico,</HI></L>
<L>I do, and mu&s;t no le&s;s &s;ubmit my &s;elf</L>
<L>To the Kings &s;overaign will then you: and though</L>
<L>I am committed to your hou&s;e and cu&s;tody,</L>
<L>I am his Highne&s;s Pri&s;oner: and more,</L>
<L>Though I know not my crime, unle&s;s it be</L>
<L>My due Obedience, I am &s;till &s;o far</L>
<L>From grudging at his plea&s;ure, as I fear</L>
<L>To ask you what it is &s;uppo&s;'d to be;</L>
<L>But rather wait th' Event, which though it bring</L>
<L>My Death, 'tis welcom from my Lord and King.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVas ever Vertue more abus'd then hers?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet thus much, good my Lord, vvithout of|fence;</L>
<L><PB N="17" REF="219">
Let me demand, Is <HI>Sforza</HI> &s;till clo&s;e Pri&s;oner?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, and <HI>Petruccio</HI> his Adver&s;arie</L>
<L>Governs his Place, and high in the Kings Favour.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>I will not ask his Tre&s;pa&s;s neither, it</L>
<L>Sufficeth it is the Kings high plea&s;ure. But <HI>Alinda<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"></HI></L>
<L><HI>Sforza</HI>'s fair Daughter, what becomes of her?</L>
<L>Poor vertuous Maid, is &s;he thrown out of Favour</L>
<L>Becau&s;e I lov'd her too?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Alas good Queen!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>What do you weep? nay then all is not well</L>
<L>With her, I fear.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good Queen, I fear &s;o too;</L>
<L>And that all ill proceeds from her to you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>I may not under&s;tand thee, <HI>Lodovico:</HI></L>
<L>I'll &s;till retain the duty of a wife,</L>
<L>Which though it be rejected, &s;hall not throw</L>
<L>Me from the path a Subject ought to go.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Two &s;uch wives more might &s;ave a Nation.</L>
<L>But &s;ee <HI>Petruccio</HI> the now-powerful man, under tho King.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Horatio</HI> with him too, are they &s;uch Friends?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>None greater &s;ince the King was pleas'd to grace <HI>Petruccio.</HI></L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="8" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. VIII.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Petruccio and Horatio.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Madam, howe'er my Per&s;on, no le&s;s then my Authority, I know is mo&s;t unwelcom to you; I mu&s;t appear, and lay the Kings Command upon you, which you mu&s;t obey.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mu&s;t? &s;ee, <HI>Lodovico,</HI> here's a plain-</L>
<L>Dealing Lord, that knows, my Love and my</L>
<L>Obedience to the King, and warnes me</L>
<L>Faithfully to ob&s;erve it: good my Lord,</L>
<L>I will obey the Kings Command in you:</L>
<L>Lay't on me. What mu&s;t I do?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="18" REF="220">
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>You mu&s;t go to the Bar, to an&s;wer to</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Accu&s;ations that will be brought</L>
<L>Again&s;t your Life and Honour, as touching</L>
<L>Your foul Di&s;loyaltie unto the King.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>He is a Traytor to the King and Me,</L>
<L>That dares accu&s;e me of Di&s;loyaltie.</L>
<L>Patience a&s;&s;i&s;t me, and controul my Pa&s;&s;ion.</L>
<L>The greate&s;t Crime that ever I committed</L>
<L>Again&s;t my Soveraign, was, To be &s;o neer</L>
<L>The Vice of Anger in the pre&s;ence of</L>
<L>One that he lov'd &s;o well; but pray your Pardon,</L>
<L>Though truly tho&s;e &s;harp-pointed words drew Blood</L>
<L>From my oppre&s;&s;ed heart: and though you love me not,</L>
<L>I hope you think me innocent.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Would I could.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>You do.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>I would I dur&s;t &s;peak what I think.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, you ever lov'd me, can you think?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come, what I think, I think; my love to you</L>
<L>Was the Kings love, if it were love at all:</L>
<L>If he will &s;ay, he ever lov'd you, I can &s;ay &s;o too.</L>
<L>But to &s;peak truth, I know not if I did,</L>
<L>Or I did not; but now you're hateful to me;</L>
<L>That I dare &s;peak, becau&s;e he hates you &s;oundly.</L>
<L>And your old Ru&s;&s;ian <HI>Sforza,</HI> that fell Traytor,</L>
<L>That would have kill'd the King: do you look up at it?</L>
<L>You may look down with &s;orrow enough:</L>
<L>Your Country-man, your brave old Champion,</L>
<L>He has Champion'd you &s;weetly it &s;eems.</L>
<L>Is there no hone&s;t VVoman?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhat means this unknown Language?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVomen are alwayes ignorant of Reproof:</L>
<L>I'll tell you what it means, for that loves &s;ake</L>
<L>You thought I lov'd you once. Or do you know</L>
<L><PB N="19" REF="220">
VVhat <HI>Mars</HI> and <HI>Venus</HI> meant, when injur'd <HI>Vulcan</HI></L>
<L>Had e'm in's Net? Good King, how wert thou a|bus'd?</L>
<L>And this good hone&s;t, faithful, loyal Lord,</L>
<L>Full to the brim, of Merit, and true Valour,</L>
<L>By that Blade-brandi&s;hing <HI>Sforza,</HI> that meer Fencer&punc;</L>
<L>To this great Martiali&s;t: but he is fa&s;t enough,</L>
<L>And all's come out, howe'er you'l an&s;wer it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhat mu&s;t I an&s;wer? I know not yet your meaning.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor ever &s;hall, for me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>You'll know too much</L>
<L>I fear, anon. Come, Madam, vvill you go?</L>
<L>The High-Court &s;tayes your coming.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mu&s;t &s;ubmit me to it, and its Laws;</L>
<L>But to a higher Judge refer my Cau&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good Queen, thy wrongs are manife&s;t, though none</L>
<L>Mu&s;t dare to utter them, but in our Mone.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt Omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="9" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. IX.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Alinda.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mount, mount, my thoughts, above the earthy</L>
<L>Of Va&s;&s;al minds, whil&s;t &s;trength of womans wit (pitch</L>
<L>Props my Ambition up, and lifts my hope</L>
<L>Above the flight of Envy. Let the ba&s;e</L>
<L>And abject mindes be pleas'd with &s;ervile Bondage&punc;</L>
<L>My Brea&s;t breeds not a thought that &s;hall not flie</L>
<L>The lofty height of towring Maje&s;ty.</L>
<L>My power upon the weakne&s;s of the King</L>
<L>(Who&s;e raging Dotage to obtain my Love,</L>
<L>Like a devouring flame, &s;eeks to con&s;ume</L>
<L><PB N="20" REF="221">
All interpo&s;ed Lets) hath laid a Ground-vvork</L>
<L>So &s;ure upon tho&s;e Ruines, that the power</L>
<L>Of Fate &s;hall not controul, or &s;top my building</L>
<L>Up to the top of Soveraignty, vvhere I'll &s;tand</L>
<L>And dare the VVorld to di&s;-commend my Act:</L>
<L>It &s;hall but &s;ay, when I the Crown have won,</L>
<L>The vvork was har&s;h in doing, but well done.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Flavello.</STAGE>
<L><HI>Flavello,</HI> welcom!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hail, my Soveraign Queen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis a brave &s;ound, and that vvhich my Soul thir&s;ts for;</L>
<L>But do not mock mine Ears.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>Believe it Madam,</L>
<L>Joyn your attention but vvith one hours patience,</L>
<L>And you &s;hall hear the gen'ral Voice o'th' Kingdom</L>
<L>Give you that &s;tile, vvith large and loud allowance.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stile thy &s;elf happy then, in vvhat Reward</L>
<L>A Subject can receive, or a Queen give.</L>
<L>How moves our great proceedings?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fairly, thus:</L>
<L><HI>Eulalia,</HI> for now I mu&s;t no more</L>
<L>Give her the Title that belongs unto</L>
<L>Your Execellence, of Queen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Advance that Harmonie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Eulalia</HI> is brought unto the Bar, accus'd,</L>
<L>Convicted of that high offence, that in&s;tantlie</L>
<L>Shall pull that Judgement on her, that &s;hall cru&s;h</L>
<L>Her into nothing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Appear the proofs manife&s;t?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<P>That vvas my care, it behoov'd me to work the VVitne&s;&s;es, vvho &s;wore (in brief) mo&s;t bravely, that they heard Lord <HI>Sforza,</HI> vvhom you al&s;o may forget now to call Father.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>That vvithout your in&s;truction.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>They &s;wore, I &s;ay, they heard that <HI>Sforza</HI> boa&s;t</L>
<L>The knovvledge of the Queen in carnal Lu&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="21" REF="221">
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVas that enough?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, but it &s;erv'd to put</L>
<L>The que&s;tion to her, Was it true or not?</L>
<L>No, cries the Queen, nor can I think that <HI>Sforza</HI></L>
<L>Would lay that &s;candal on him&s;elf and me.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Witne&s;&s;es were two ca&s;hier'd Lieutenants</L>
<L>That <HI>Sforza</HI> &s;hould have hang'd for Mutinies</L>
<L>In the late war, but threw 'em by, it &s;eems,</L>
<L>To &s;erve him in this Office: me they co&s;t</L>
<L>Five hundred Crowns apiece, and well they got it.</L>
<L>But where I left: the Queen denies their Oath.</L>
<L>And though it had been true that <HI>Sforza</HI> had</L>
<L>Affirm'd as much, that had not found her guilty.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>What Witne&s;&s;es were next?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>Two dainty devils</L>
<L>Birds, a Doctor and a Midwife, who accus'd</L>
<L>Them&s;elves for Bawds i'th' Action, and depos'd</L>
<L>I know not how many, how many, how many times,</L>
<L>They &s;aw 'em link'd in their unlawful plea&s;ures.</L>
<L>The&s;e were the Queens own people, and de&s;erv'd</L>
<L>A thou&s;and Crowns apiece, and had it in&s;tantly,</L>
<L>Afore-hand too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>What could the Queen &s;ay then?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>She denied all, but in &s;uch a patient way,</L>
<L>After her fooli&s;h fa&s;hion, that it gave &s;trength</L>
<L>To th' Evidence again&s;t her; then &s;he wept</L>
<L>For their iniquity, and gave them a <HI>God forgive ye.</HI></L>
<L>And &s;o attends the cen&s;ure of the Court,</L>
<L>VVhich &s;traightway will be given: they'l be &s;et</L>
<L>Before my coming.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha&s;t, <HI>Flavello,</HI> ha&s;t,</L>
<L>And let thy next news be to this a Crown,</L>
<L>That &s;he is not a Queen, and I am one.</L>
<STAGE>Exit Flav.</STAGE>
<L>This Father and this Queen I now could pity,</L>
<L>For being hew'd out and &s;quar'd thus to my u&s;e,</L>
<L>But that they make tho&s;e nece&s;&s;ary &s;teps</L>
<L>By which I mu&s;t a&s;cend to my Ambition.</L>
<L><PB N="22" REF="222">
They that will ri&s;e unto a &s;upream Head,</L>
<L>Should not regard upon who&s;e Necks they tread.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT. II.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. I.</HEAD>
<STAGE>[Loud Mu&s;ick]</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter four Lords, two Bi&s;hops, King, Prince: they &s;it;</HI> Eulalia <HI>in black, Crowned; a golden Wand in her hand, led between two Friers; &s;he kneels to the King, he rejects her with his hand. Enter at the other door, a Doctor of Phy&s;ick, a Mid|wife, two Souldiers; the King points them to the Bi&s;hops, they each deliver Papers, ki&s;s the Bi|&s;hops Books, and are di&s;mi&s;s'd. The Papers gi|ven to the King, He with his Finger menaces</HI> Eulalia, <HI>and &s;ends her the Papers: &s;he looks meek|ly. The Bi&s;hops take her Crown and Wand, give her a Wreath of Cypre&s;s, and a white Wand. All the Lords peru&s;e the Papers. They &s;hew various countenances: Some &s;eem to applaud the King, &s;ome pity</HI> Eulalia. <HI>Mu&s;ick cea&s;es. King &s;peaks.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>MY Lords and loyal Peers.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>A new di&s;tinction</L>
<L>Between Spiritual and Temporal.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good <HI>Lo|dovico,</HI> peace.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kin.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is a Cau&s;e, the which, but for fair Order,</L>
<L>By which I am con&s;train'd to be a Judge,</L>
<L>Would rather drive me to a mourning Clo&s;et</L>
<L>Then to this Seat; to &s;hew my equal grief</L>
<L>Again&s;t the Crime and Shame of the Delinquent.</L>
<L>I &s;ee y'are all amaz'd, and cannot marveil</L>
<L><PB N="23" REF="222">
At your A&s;toni&s;hment, who do &s;uffer with you</L>
<L>In the great Change Honour compels me to,</L>
<L>Together with Religion, fairly urging</L>
<L>To an high point of Ju&s;tice, which to utter</L>
<L>Draws faintne&s;s from my words, chilling my Blood</L>
<L>Like the departing Breath that &s;eparates Life.</L>
<L>For &s;uch I held her, and &s;o many yeers</L>
<L>Retain'd her in the Clo&s;et of my Heart,</L>
<L>Its &s;elf-Companion: that till the&s;e proofs,</L>
<L>VVhich now like daggers by compul&s;ive wounds</L>
<L>Have made their pa&s;&s;age, &s;he could ne'er have parted.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Royal Hypocri&s;ie!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Proofs you &s;ee are plain,</L>
<L>That &s;he was found&mdash;Pray &s;peak it for me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>In Adultery.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>And that &s;he &s;ought the Life of fair <HI>Alinda</HI></L>
<L>By Sword and Poy&s;on both: and of that Cup</L>
<L>'Tis like my &s;elf had ta&s;ted,</L>
<L>For my &s;uppo&s;ed love to that wrong'd Lady.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have given her the Bed-right that be|long'd to your wrong'd Queen, the&s;e twelve months.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Our Laws of <HI>Sicilie</HI> are &s;o well rebated</L>
<L>VVith Clemencie, and Mercie, that in this Ca&s;e</L>
<L>They cut not Life from one of Royal Blood,</L>
<L>Onely take off (as is on her perform'd)</L>
<L>All Dignities, all Titles, all Po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ions,</L>
<L>All means to live, even to her naked hands.</L>
<L>And &s;uch, <HI>Eulalia,</HI> now is your condition.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<P>To work for her living? if &s;he were as young, and no hone&s;ter then &s;he for vvho&s;e &s;ake this is inflicted on her, &s;he might find &s;omething el&s;e a|bout her, then naked hands, to help at a living &s;hift-</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now to this Cen&s;ure, for due Orders &s;ake,</L>
<L>And for vvhich end this Parliament vvas call'd;</L>
<L>Your Voyces are requir'd: do ye all approve it?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omn.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVe do.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>We mu&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhat &s;ay you, <HI>Lodovico?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="24" REF="223">
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVe do; Heaven knows again&s;t my heart.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>My thanks unto you all, that do obey</L>
<L>So vvell vvith one con&s;ent your Soveraign Lord.</L>
<L>And &s;acred Sir, thus low, as it becomes me,</L>
<L>Let your poor Hand-maid beg, that you incline</L>
<L>A patient Ear to this my la&s;t Petition:</L>
<L>That as you ca&s;t me off, as an offence,</L>
<L>You will be pleas'd to think me not offended,</L>
<L>But pleas'd in all I &s;uffer: for, Heaven knows,</L>
<L>I am as free from any Pa&s;&s;ion</L>
<L>Of Anger, Hate, Repining or Di&s;ta&s;te,</L>
<L>Nay, as in&s;en&s;ible of Grief or Sorrow,</L>
<L>Or what&s;oever Angui&s;h of the Minde,</L>
<L>As I was capable, for ought I know,</L>
<L>Of Joy or Bli&s;s the fir&s;t hour I was born.</L>
<L>Never made happy till I was your Bride,</L>
<L>In which ble&s;t &s;tate I cannot but remain,</L>
<L>While you are pleas'd, and I obey your will,</L>
<L>Though unto Death, to Bani&s;hment or Pri&s;on.</L>
<L>Poverty is Ble&s;&s;edne&s;s, in vvhich I'll pray</L>
<L>For pardon of the Sins of my Accu&s;ers,</L>
<L>And tho&s;e that have &s;uborn'd them.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>O poor Woman!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>So in the ble&s;t continuance of your Dayes,</L>
<L>I &s;hall pray Heaven to &s;mile on all your VVayes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, &s;tay <HI>Eulalia,</HI> I have yet a Bu&s;ine&s;s</L>
<L>I would have pa&s;s the general Con&s;ent</L>
<L>Of this A&s;&s;emblie, in which your Voice is u&s;eful.</L>
<L><HI>Flavello?</HI></L>
<STAGE>Exit Flavello.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Upon my life, his Marriage with that Start-up,</L>
<L>That Snake this good Queen cocker'd in her Bo&s;om,</L>
<L>Is not this Royal cruelty?</L>
<STAGE>[Gonzago kneels to the Queen]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>You wrong your Princely Dignity:</L>
<L>Turn to the King your Father, kneel to him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonz.</SPEAKER>
<L>And are not you my Mother?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="25" REF="223">
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mu&s;t and can forget what I have been;</L>
<L>So mu&s;t not you: your Mother was a Queen.</L>
<L>My pre&s;ent fortune claims no Title in you.</L>
<L>Hurt not your own, by looking down on me.</L>
<L>This I will do as warranted by &s;afetie,</L>
<L>Not as a Mother, but Bead&s;woman, pray</L>
<L>For all that bli&s;s on you a Mother may,</L>
<L>Good Sir, ob&s;erve the King before his wrath.</L>
<L>Take hold upon you for regarding me.</L>
<STAGE>[Loud Mu&s;ick]</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. II.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Favello u&s;hering Alinda like a Bride, two Virgins.</STAGE>
<STAGE>The King de&s;cends, takes her up: the Lords ri&s;e, all amazed.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let your amazement cea&s;e, and now per|ceive</L>
<L>My Lords in general, that I your King</L>
<L>Am Subject to this all-de&s;erving Lady,</L>
<L>And do require you not alone to hear</L>
<L>What I can &s;ay, but without all denial</L>
<L>That you approve, confirm what I will &s;ay.</L>
<L>I am by law no le&s;s then your con&s;ent</L>
<L>Divorc'd, and free from all impediment</L>
<L>To make my &s;econd choice in Marriage,</L>
<L>And therefore crave <HI>Alinda</HI> for my wife,</L>
<L>And that immediately we &s;olemnize</L>
<L>Our Marriage, and her Coronation.</L>
<L>I hope none rates our will or his own life</L>
<L>So meanly, as to give lea&s;t contradiction.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>O let me lead your voyces. Long live</L>
<L><PB N="26" REF="224">
<HI>Gonzago</HI> and <HI>Alinda,</HI> King and Queen of Sicily.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>O gro&s;s Hyocri&s;ie!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord the Prince, pray let your voyce be next;</L>
<L>The re&s;t will follow. Why &s;peak you not, my Lord?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>She would fain &s;eem to voyce in your be|half,</L>
<L>But in a way that much per&s;wades again&s;t you.</L>
<L>Do but your Highne&s;s note it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kin.</SPEAKER>
<L>You Sir, come from that Woman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonz.</SPEAKER>
<L>She was my mother when &s;he was your wife;</L>
<L>And that's &s;o late, I cannot yet forget it.</L>
<L>But I fear to offend.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>O &s;hew it in your Duty then, young Prince:</L>
<L>'Tis true, the Law of Nature-wills a Son</L>
<L>To be a partner in his Mothers woe;</L>
<L>But Laws above that lay a &s;trong command</L>
<L>On Sons to obey the Edicts of their Fathers.</L>
<L>A Fathers frownes are Comets threatning ruine.</L>
<L>Let all your thoughts be free from his offence:</L>
<L>The mo&s;t Heaven &s;eeks, is our obedience.</L>
<L>In all obey the King; think not of me:</L>
<L>I am no more, nay not &s;o much to you</L>
<L>As is the Begger whom you may relieve,</L>
<L>Since of all the&s;e comforts I am depos'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Faith thou had&s;t not mine, good woman:</L>
<L>I mu&s;t not call thee Queen now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Or if you needs will think I am your mother,</L>
<L>Let it be onely in the charge I give you,</L>
<L>That &s;ince <HI>Alinda</HI> ble&s;s'd by providence</L>
<L>Mu&s;t be inve&s;ted with the Regal Crown,</L>
<L>You &s;hew her that obedience befits a Queen,</L>
<L>And your dread Fathers Wife.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>I fear &s;hee'l turn him</L>
<L>Traytor, if he give more ear to her inchantments.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile &s;hew him a way to give her thanks.</L>
<L><HI>Gonzago?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="27" REF="224">
<SPEAKER>Gonz.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Royal and dread Father.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Put forth that woman:</L>
<L>Do it without grudge, out of the Court,</L>
<L>I mean to &s;eek her way. Do you refu&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>He does not, &s;hall not, Royal Sir.</L>
<L>Onely I beg that I may take my leave.</L>
<L>The wi&s;hes a true Subject ought to &s;end</L>
<L>From the mo&s;t humble heart up to the Throne</L>
<L>Of &s;acred Maje&s;ty, I equally divide</L>
<L>To you my King and Queen,</L>
<L>Profe&s;&s;ing by the Powers you pre&s;ent,</L>
<L>I part as well content with my condition,</L>
<L>Since it is your command, as ere I was to &s;it in that Promotion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I may not &s;it to be taunted and upbraid|ed thus.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pardon me, mighty Lady, I am as far</L>
<L>From daring to do &s;o, as from a Queen.</L>
<L>And whil&s;t you love the King, and he is pleas'd,</L>
<L>I &s;hall no le&s;s obey you, then I lov'd you</L>
<L>VVhen I &s;ent for you to the Court, and there into</L>
<L>this heart received you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am plainly jeer'd: hence that woman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Away with her.</L>
<STAGE>Exit Eulalia with Conzago.</STAGE>
<L>And let it be proclaim'd according to th' extremitie of Law our Cen&s;ure be ob&s;erv'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Alas, how can &s;he live one night?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>And now to your con&s;ent: have I it yet</L>
<L>For Marriage with <HI>Alinda?</HI> If you are pleas'd,</L>
<L>Then call us King and Queen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Long live the King and Queen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mean <HI>Eulalia</HI></L>
<STAGE>[a&s;ide]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis well: on to the ceremonies then. Kings were</L>
<L>But common men, did not their Power get fear.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<PB N="28" REF="225">
<HEAD>Scoen. III.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter pre&s;ently again, Lodovico, Horatio.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is oppre&s;&s;ion, Tyrannie indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Speak lower, good my Lord.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>For fear of whom? of what?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>You would not that the King &s;hould hear you, would you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Faith if he did.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith then as &s;ure as your tongue's your own now, your whole head would be his then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>If it might &s;o excu&s;e the Queen, I car'd not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>It will do the Queen as much good, as the money it might be &s;old for in the Market; That and the Appurtenances to it, would yield little at the Shambles. Come my Lord, &s;peak privately, and pur|po&s;ely keep your head on your &s;houlders: it be|comes the place as well as 't had been made for it. If the King have a mind to turn away his Wife, Ile give him leave to turn mine after her, to wait upon her, rather than to have my head bowl'd at her, though I were &s;ure it &s;hould ki&s;&s;e the Mi&s;tre&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh but the en&s;uing danger, my <HI>Horatio!</HI> The mi&s;chiefes that of nece&s;&s;ary cour&s;e mu&s;t follow, even to the ruine of the State, by the Kings dotage on his &s;econd choice, draws blood from Sub|ject hearts: Oh that lewd Woman!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>She is a Woman of middle earth yet. But what &s;hall we dare to &s;ay two hours hence? Come, think upon Law and Regal Authoritie. The Kings Power Warrants his Acts: I know as well as you the Queen <HI>Eulalia</HI> (Heaven ble&s;s her, I hope 'tis yet no Trea&s;on to pray for her) is as vertuous a Lady as ever
<PB N="29" REF="225">
beautified a Court, or made a Kings Bed happy, For all the Articles fram'd again&s;t her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>The perfect Pattern of Meekne&s;s, Patience, Obedience.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Of all that's good, or &s;hould be wi&s;h'd in VVoman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<P>So ob&s;equious a lover of her Husband, that &s;he gave way unto his loo&s;e affections, even to this now-&s;he-&s;tart-up that &s;upplants her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>She con&s;ider'd &s;he grows old: &s;he reads in her Sons face nigh twenty years of the Kings love to her: and gives him leave to place it now el&s;ewhere.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>And is &s;o far from limiting his Choice,</L>
<L>That &s;he po&s;&s;e&s;&s;es it that &s;eeks her blood.</L>
<L>My &s;oul tels me the witne&s;&s;es again&s;t</L>
<L>The Queen, are by this Concubine &s;uborn'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I will not &s;ay &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>You cannot chu&s;e but think &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>My thoughts are warranted by the Proverb. But come, make up your Face, temper your voyce and looks with the re&s;t of the mo&s;t Honourable A&s;|&s;embly: &s;hake off this di&s;content, 'tis a di&s;ea&s;e by which you'l peri&s;h el&s;e:now all the Court's in height; you to profe&s;&s;e di&s;ta&s;te! Come, be a looker on at lea&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Upon a Court on Fire? <HI>O Horatio,</HI></L>
<L>Bright Burning Troy gave not a dearer cau&s;e</L>
<L>Of willingne&s;s to tho&s;e affrighted &s;ouls</L>
<L>She forc'd to leave her &s;inking in her a&s;hes,</L>
<L>To flie for refuge to another Region;</L>
<L>Nor in their flight could they by looks reverted,</L>
<L>See danger in more horrible a&s;pect,</L>
<L>Than I upon the ruines of this Kingdom.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your &s;tay, my Lord, may prevent danger.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, if it could remove the Fatal cau&s;e,</L>
<L>The pride, the crueltie, the Ambition</L>
<L>Of that wild Fury, the outragious Queen,</L>
<L><PB N="30" REF="226">
VVho treads and tramples down the Covernment.</L>
<L>Con&s;ider this <HI>Horatio,</HI> and the means</L>
<L>To work this great effect: and I am yours,</L>
<L>To &s;tay till it be done.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Alinda's</HI> Death.</L>
<L>VVho's there?</L>
<STAGE>[Looks about]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is it not nece&s;&s;ary? no body: what d' ye fear?</L>
<L>Or can you find how to pre&s;erve the State</L>
<L>At a le&s;s rate? you know too well the King,</L>
<L>How apt his Nature is to fell oppre&s;&s;ion.</L>
<L>The burden of who&s;e crueltie long &s;ince,</L>
<L>If by the vertuous Clemencie of his Wife</L>
<L>It had not been alay'd and mitigated,</L>
<L>Had been a general &s;ubver&s;ion.</L>
<L>And now that Peerle&s;s Prince&s;&s;e being depos'd,</L>
<L>Who&s;e vertue made her famous, and us happy;</L>
<L>And he re-married to this &s;hame of women,</L>
<L>Who&s;e vilene&s;s breeds her envie and our mi&s;chief,</L>
<L>What can we look for but de&s;truction?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I dare me thinks a little hear you now,</L>
<L>(The Court being &s;urfeited too with wine and noi&s;e)</L>
<L>And could almo&s;t talk to the point it &s;elf,</L>
<L>To your own ear.</L>
<STAGE>(Looks about him at every word.]</STAGE>
<L>'Tis fit &s;omewhat were done:</L>
<L>I cannot &s;ay what: but if the wronged Queen</L>
<L>Be not re&s;tor'd, we &s;hew ingratitude,</L>
<L>How much, I may not &s;ay: enough to damn us.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>I, now you &s;peak.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>And though I will not &s;peak it: if the Strumpet:</L>
<L>Be not conveniently and &s;peedily de&s;troy'd,</L>
<L>Though death dance with us in the enterprize,</L>
<L>We &s;hall &s;eem born more for our &s;elves than Coun|trey.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Brave noble re&s;olution!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay more, now I will &s;peak.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>This way, good <HI>Horatio.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="31" REF="226">
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>That way, or any way; If Poy&s;on, Sword,</P>
<L>Policy or Strength may do it&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Speak lower, good <HI>Horatio:</HI> &s;ee the Mig|nion.</P>
<STAGE>[Enter Flavello and divers Petitioners]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>What for him? my Ladies Game-keeper, that under&s;tands nothing but Monkeyes, Parrots, &s;hort-nos'd Dogs and Starlings; Ma&s;ter of her Ma|je&s;ties Foi&s;ting-hounds.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<P>So, he hears you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let him; he has no Soul to under&s;tand, nor Language to an&s;wer a Man: he knows how to dyet, di&s;ple and perfume the &s;mall Cattle he has charge of; for which rare Art, and catching Spiders for princi|pal Pug, he is rais'd prime man in his great Mi&s;tre&s;&s;es favour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<P>How the Petitioners flock to him!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Swarm rather, for they are Bees in his head; Oh! he engro&s;&s;es all the Suits, and commends them to the White Hand, who&s;e di&s;po&s;ing will make the whole Kingdom black in Mourning, if Fate by us pre|vent not. See how he carries it! We might talk what we would, for him. His well-ordered head is &s;o taken up with Particular Affaires, he mindes no General talk.</P>
<L>But my good Lord, &punc;fore others Ears and Eyes,</L>
<L>Pur&s;ue we our De&s;ign as all were Spies:</L>
<L>You and the Common Good have won me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<P>O I embrace you.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="4" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. V.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Andrea with a Box.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh&mdash;Oh&mdash;and Oh-ho&mdash;O and alas! O and alack for O&mdash;O&mdash;O&mdash;that ever a true Neapolitan born,
<PB N="32" REF="227">
&s;hould live to &s;ee this day in <HI>Sicily!</HI> there O-again, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter"> Queen&mdash;O me&mdash;what wilt thou do? O&mdash;O&mdash;what &s;hall I do? O&mdash;thou mai&s;t work and &s;tarve; O&mdash;and I may beg and live: O&mdash;but from thee I cannot live: O&mdash;I cannot, nor I wonnot, &s;o I wonnot.</P>
<STAGE>[Enter Jago and Rugio.]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jag.</SPEAKER>
<P>See, here's poore <HI>Andrea</HI> mourning as well as we,</P>
<P>And all the re&s;t of the poor Queens ca&s;t-awayes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rug.</SPEAKER>
<P>But I can tell him comfort.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh&mdash;I will hear no comfort.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rug.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, and be glad on't too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is my Queen Countrey-woman call'd back again?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rug.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, but the Queen <HI>Alinda</HI> has enquired for thee, to entertain thee into her &s;ervice, whil&s;t we and all the re&s;t of our late Queens &s;ervants are turn'd out o'th'Court, and now at this high dinner time too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>She would eat me, would &s;he not?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jag.</SPEAKER>
<P>That would make it a Fea&s;t indeed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But Ile not tru&s;t her on a fa&s;ting-night: Fools are meat then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rug.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;aid <HI>Andrea,</HI> witty in thy &s;orrow: I know thou wilt back again for a new Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, no, take you your cour&s;e, and &s;erve her if you plea&s;e,</P>
<P>I have play'd the Fool too long, to play the Knave now.</P>
<P>Ile after my old Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rug.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou mai&s;t not &s;erve her: that will be brought within compa&s;s of Relief, and then thou mai&s;t be hang'd for her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>If I be hang'd for doing good, pray let it not grieve you: and as I am an Innocent, Ile never grieve for you though you be hang'd never &s;o ju&s;tly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Both.</SPEAKER>
<P>We thank you good <HI>Andrea.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take you your &s;winge, let me take mine I pray.</P>
<STAGE>[Flouri&s;h]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="33" REF="227">
<SPEAKER>Jag.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hark, the King drinks now to his new Queen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>So, having turn'd his old Wife out of door,</L>
<L>A man may drink and frolique with his who&mdash;</L>
<L>VVould have thought it? did you think to catch me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rug.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not I <HI>Andrea.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Catch me if you can: when it &s;hall be Trea&s;on to &s;ay there is an hone&s;t woman, Ile &s;ay my Countrey-woman was ju&s;tly condemn'd of Adultery: and till then, I know what to &s;ay: Catch me if ye can.</P>
<STAGE>[Flouri&s;h]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rug.</SPEAKER>
<P>There again: now the Queen drinks.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Poore woman, at what River?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rug.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mean the Queen <HI>Alinda.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>O the new thing at home here; I will not call her Queen, not I: my Countrey-woman is my Queen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Jag.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why is not &s;he thy Countrey-woman?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>She was when &s;he was <HI>Sforza's</HI> Daughter:</L>
<L>But &s;he has turn'd a Father out of him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rug.</SPEAKER>
<P>As here come &s;ome to turn us out o'th' Court.</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="5" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. V.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Horatio, Flavello, Guard, two or three Gentle|men.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Away with them: out of the gates, away.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>See, here are more of them: more of that hated womans Retinue: away with all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Rug.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be&s;eech you, good my Lord: I hope we are true men.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>As I am true to the Crown, not one of you pe&s;ters the Court a minute longer: go, you are tra&s;h and trumpery: and Ile &s;weep the Court of all of ye: follow your Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e: go.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="34" REF="228">
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Fool my Lord &s;hall &s;tay: the Queen ask'd for him.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt Omn. praeter Andrea.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes yes, the Fool my Lord, &s;hall &s;tay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Fool my Lord will not &s;tay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will not? how dar'&s;t thou &s;ay &s;o? ha, Fool, ha?</P>
<STAGE>[Seize and rifle his Pack.]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Fool dare &s;ay more than the wi&s;e&s;t Lord dares do among&s;t ye: you will not take my own proper goods from me, will ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>See what he caries: I heard of Plate and Jewels lo&s;t to day.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let's &s;ee, Sir, I will &s;ee.</P>
<STAGE>[Opens the Box: Coxcomb, Bable, Bells, and Coat.]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heyday, here's &s;tuff indeed!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your VVardrope cannot matcht it: pray give me all again; or if you will be the Kings and Queens Takers with that extremitie to force my goods from me, then pre&s;ent this to his Highne&s;s, and this to Hers; and tell them, 'tis all the poor di&s;|carded Fool could &s;pare them.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Sir, you &s;hall take them with you, and a whip for advantage, unle&s;s you'l &s;tay and &s;erve the Queen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>No Sir, to you with an <HI>excu&s;ee moy,</HI></L>
<L>If you be your Queens Fool-taker, you may</L>
<L>In Countrey, Court and City quickly find</L>
<L>Fools upon Fools that I &s;hall leave behind.</L>
<L>New Lords (you know the Proverb) make new Laws,</L>
<L>New Lawyers of an old make a new cau&s;e.</L>
<L>New workmen are delighted with new Tooles,</L>
<L>And her new Maje&s;ty mu&s;t have new Fools.</L>
<L>New fools &s;he wants, not having you about her,</L>
<L>VVhile the old Fool makes &s;hift to live without her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fla.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let the Fool go my Lord, 'tis but a Fool the le&s;s,</L>
<L>For he'll get wit by it, to wi&s;h him&s;elf here again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>If I get but enough to keep me from Court,
<PB N="35" REF="228">
I care not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<P>Farewell Fool, take your Trinkets with you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Farewell fine Lords, adieu old Courtier.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Court unclouded of this Factious crew,</L>
<L>VVill &s;hine on us that to the Crown are true.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="6" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. VI.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Sforza and Keeper, as in Pri&s;on.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVas ever man &s;o hurried into thraldom,</L>
<L>And lock'd up in the ignorance of the cau&s;e,</L>
<L>Stronger and darker than his Pri&s;on walls?</L>
<L>But I mu&s;t not be Sepulchr'd alive,</L>
<L>And therefore Keeper, though thy office be</L>
<L>More Devilli&s;h than thy vi&s;age, yet thy heart</L>
<L>May be humane: let me then conjure thee</L>
<L>To vent the &s;ecret forth but in a whi&s;per;</L>
<L>Or &s;hould&s;t thou utter't in a Tempe&s;ts voyce,</L>
<L>As loud as are my injuries, thou art &s;afe:</L>
<L>I can be here no carry-Tale: I am fa&s;t</L>
<L>In thine own cu&s;tody, thou &s;ee&s;t:</L>
<L>I pray thee tell me, what's laid unto my charge?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Keep.</SPEAKER>
<P>All I can &s;ay, 'Tis the Kings plea&s;ure, and you mu&s;t obey.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you barke Sentences, Hell-hound?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Keep.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Lord, y'are off your Command, and under mine,</P>
<P>You much mi&s;take your &s;elf and me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis true.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Keep.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lions may rage in toyles: but whil&s;t they do,</L>
<L>They more enthral them&s;elves: will you &s;it down,</L>
<L>And promi&s;e on your Honour not to force</L>
<L>My coun&s;els from me? Ile deal fairly with you,</L>
<L>(My meaning is, to give him never a word)</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="36" REF="229">
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I will not lift a finger up again&s;t thee,</L>
<L>As I am a Souldier: now prithee tell me,</L>
<L>VVhat &s;ay they is my crime? <STAGE>[&s;hakes his head]</STAGE> nay &s;peak it freely.</L>
<L>I can give it hearing:</L>
<STAGE>[&s;hruggs, &amp;c.]</STAGE>
<L>Or tell me fir&s;t if thou wilt, how fares the Queen?</L>
<L>VVhat? art thou dumb to that too? An&s;wer me,</L>
<L>Is my Antagoni&s;t <HI>Petruccio</HI></L>
<L>Repeal'd to Court yet? thence may &s;pring my mi&s;chief.</L>
<L>VVhy do&s;t not &s;peak? this is dogged &s;ilence,</L>
<L>In &s;corn of me, to mock my mi&s;ery.</L>
<L>I may not wrong the Honour of a Souldier</L>
<L>In my Revenge, or I would thrattle thee.</L>
<STAGE>[he makes leggs.]</STAGE>
<L>You're very civil, Hell take your courte&s;ie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Keep.</SPEAKER>
<L>I pitie him: but mu&s;t not dare to &s;hew it.</L>
<L>It adds to &s;ome mens mi&s;ery, not to know it.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is decreed of me, that I mu&s;t &s;uffer</L>
<L>This Barbarous crueltie; and Ile bravely bear it:</L>
<L>I ha' not force the&s;e double walls to part,</L>
<L>Or mollifie the Jaylors harder heart.</L>
<L>May &s;pirit then a&s;&s;i&s;t me to de&s;pi&s;e</L>
<L>And bear my &s;corn above my injuries.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="7" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. VII.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Petruccio and Guard.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Revenge has ca&s;t her &s;elf into my hands,</L>
<L>Strangling the Life of <HI>Sforza</HI> in the&s;e Lines:</L>
<L>His Head is in this gra&s;p, but where is Honour?</L>
<L>Mu&s;t that for&s;ake this Bre&s;t? mu&s;t the pure heat</L>
<L>Of heavenly Honour, yeeld unto the &s;corch</L>
<L>Of Hell-bred ba&s;e Revenge? it mu&s;t not, cannot:</L>
<L>For as the Sun puts out all ba&s;er Fires,</L>
<L><PB N="37" REF="229">
Where Honour &s;hines, thought of Revenge expires.</L>
<L>Be&s;ides, he is below my Anger now;</L>
<L>And has no Life but forfeited to Law,</L>
<L>Or the Kings Fury, I'll not que&s;tion which;</L>
<L>Nor was it ju&s;tlie, he gave me th' Affront,</L>
<L>In being made Lord General, when I &s;tood for't.</L>
<L>But the Kings &s;elfe, in his Election,</L>
<L>He wrong'd not me no more then I did him,</L>
<L>When th' Honour was transfer'd from him to me.</L>
<L>That's an&s;wer'd cleerly, I acquit thee, <HI>Sforza.</HI></L>
<L>But now my Loyaltie, how &s;hall I di&s;charge</L>
<L>That &s;pecial Duty I am here commanded,</L>
<L>(Stand back I &s;ay) to &s;ee the Execution,</L>
<L>And bring the Head of <HI>Sforza</HI> to the King?</L>
<L>What an addition here is of Advanceme<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">t?</L>
<L>To make me fir&s;t a General, then a Hangman:</L>
<L>I'll do him better Service: Loyal <HI>Horatio</HI></L>
<L>Would think him&s;elf now damn'd, to leave a tittle</L>
<L>Of the Kings powerful plea&s;ure unfulfil'd.</L>
<L>Call the Keeper.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Keep.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here my Lord.</L>
<STAGE>[Enter Keeper]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am to &s;ee and &s;peak with <HI>Sforza.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Keep.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then I doubt not but your Honour has brought VVarrant.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Honour be your VVarrant: will not that &s;erve?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Keep.</SPEAKER>
<L>I will not lo&s;e the Kings Grace for all the</L>
<L>Honours in the Kingdom.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do'&s;t know me, or my place?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Keep.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, I both know and honour you, as far as my own place gives me leave: but in this I mu&s;t crave pardon; you may not &s;ee him my Lord, by a le&s;s VVar|rant then the Kings own Signet, and that fetches him out, and it plea&s;e you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>But have you been &s;o &s;trict to all men el&s;e?</L>
<L>Has no man chang'd a vvord vvith him?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Keep.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not &s;ince</L>
<L><PB N="38" REF="230">
The&s;e Keys commanded him, I can a&s;&s;ure you,</L>
<L>Not even the Prince him&s;elf, who much de&s;ir'd it.</L>
<L>I look'd as black on him, as upon you now.</L>
<L>I am no white Pri&s;on-Keeper, I, to venture</L>
<L>Mine own Neck for a Pri&s;oner's, at a price,</L>
<L>And give condemn'd men leave to run away:</L>
<L>No, I am the black Jaylor, I, and 'tis thought,</L>
<L>Lineally de&s;cended from <HI>Cerberus.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mu&s;t commend thy Care; &s;ee, there's the Signet.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Keep.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'll fetch the Pri&s;oner.</L>
<L>May it plea&s;e you to come forth, my Lord?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Have I then liv'd to hear Mans voice again?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Keep.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here's the Lord Mar&s;hal, and chief Gene|ral</L>
<L>Of the Kings Forces, come to &s;peak with you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tho&s;e Titles once were mine, but now I mu&s;t</L>
<L>Attend his plea&s;ure that is Ma&s;ter of them.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>All leave the Room, but be at hand.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Guard.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVe &s;hall.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt Keeper and Guard.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="8" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. VIII.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>My fir&s;t object from my long ob&s;curity,</L>
<L>The man that hates me mo&s;t of all the world?</L>
<L>It is: his news cannot be good. not good?</L>
<L>The better: 'tis be&s;t to know the wor&s;t; he cannot deceive me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, I do pre&s;ume I am unwelcom,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e you are po&s;&s;e&s;s'd I never lov'd you:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Court yields me &s;uch Complement; this has</L>
<L>No ampler Comforts in't. But y'are deceiv'd,</L>
<L>For you are welcom, &s;owre captious Lord, y'are welcom.</L>
<L><PB N="39" REF="230">
Becau&s;e (love me or love me not) you &s;peak.</L>
<L>I have been here the&s;e two and twenty dayes,</L>
<L>And never heard the voice of Man till now:</L>
<L>Meat I have found, and Lodging; but for Language,</L>
<L>In what part of the world I am, I know not.</L>
<L>Proceed; I value your words well, you &s;ee,</L>
<L>That give you &s;ix for one; why do you not &s;peak?</L>
<L>I have been us'd to talk with men that love me not,</L>
<L>And more with Enemies, I dare be&s;worn,</L>
<L>Then Friends: come, &s;peak, I pray, what is't you come for?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Alas! I pity him: his too too much vexation</L>
<L>Has over-tam'd him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Will you not &s;peak and tell me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray let me ask you fir&s;t; Have you been kept</L>
<L>So &s;trictly from the Speech of all men?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>E'er &s;ince I was committed, and from the knowledge</L>
<L>Of vvhy I vvas committed too; nay, he that keeps me,</L>
<L>'Till now he call'd me forth, never &s;pake a vvord:</L>
<L>If I ask'd him, what News? here he vvas vvith me:</L>
<L>Or when he heard from Cuurt? then there again:</L>
<L>Or, why I vvas committed? &s;till the &s;ame an&s;wer.</L>
<L>So that I could inform my &s;elf of nothing.</L>
<L>Come, if thou bee'&s;t an hone&s;t Enemy,</L>
<L>Tell me &s;omething:</L>
<L>As thou do&s;t wi&s;h my throat cut, tell me &s;omething.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;eem to take no notice of the cau&s;e of your commitment.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Further than this I cannot: 'Twas the Kings plea&s;ure to command it.</L>
<L>Trea&s;on was cry'd; a Guard: away with him:</L>
<L>But for what cau&s;e, unle&s;s it were for drawing</L>
<L>My &s;word upon (O that Rebellions Girle!)</L>
<L><PB N="40" REF="231">
To &s;ave her from the danger of his lu&s;t,</L>
<L>(VVhich I tell you I was doubtful of) and &s;o Sir,</L>
<L>Let me ask you, is &s;he &s;till about the Queen? (Queen.</L>
<L>My daughter Sir, I mean.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, much about the</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>And the Queen loves her?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>As dearly as her &s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay if you be a Souldier, now &s;peak truely.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Queen and &s;hee's all one.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then there's &s;ome hope,</L>
<L>The King yet keepes fair quarter with her.</L>
<L>VVomen are quickly jealous.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>He knows no|thing,</L>
<L>I'm confident, of all the&s;e great proceedings.</L>
<L>Poor man! I pity him: but Ile put him to it.</L>
<L>VVill you now an&s;wer me as y' are a Souldier</L>
<L>To &s;ome few Articles?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have engag'd me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>'T were &s;hame he &s;hould die ignorant of at lea&s;t</L>
<L>The Accu&s;ations are laid again&s;t him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come Sir, your Articles?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are ac|cus'd</L>
<L>Of an intended Trea&s;on 'gain&s;t the King.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who's my Accu&s;er?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Even the King him&s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Umh, umh, umh: he &s;hould not be my Judge then.</L>
<L>It is &s;ome Devilli&s;h dream of his, or el&s;e</L>
<L>That Policie that Princes purcha&s;e Hell by,</L>
<L>With &s;trong a&s;&s;urance without all exception;</L>
<L>That is, when Souldiers men of be&s;t de&s;ert</L>
<L>Have merited more then they have means to give,</L>
<L>To cut their lives by whom they onely live.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>You flie now from the que&s;tion: y' are en|gag'd by the Honour of a Souldier</L>
<L>Unto that Accu&s;ation: guiltie or not guiltie?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am not guiltie, as I am a Souldier;</L>
<L>And in that Oath I would not be for&s;worn,</L>
<L><PB N="41" REF="231">
To &s;ave as many lives, were they within me,</L>
<L>As peri&s;h'd by my Sword to &s;ave his One.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>In that I am &s;atisfied: now to the next,</L>
<L>If you will hear it; you &s;hall promi&s;e me</L>
<L>To an&s;wer without pa&s;&s;ion I or no.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I will do what I can.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>You're next accus'd</L>
<L>Of fowl Adulterie with the Queen <HI>Eulalia.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hah!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Guiltie or no?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>No Sir, nor dares there be</L>
<L>Such a &s;ugge&s;tion in the heart of Hell.</L>
<L>And were he there, that thought, or could but dream</L>
<L>Of &s;uch a Scandal, I'ld &s;queeze it out on's Brains.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then I mu&s;t hold you to your promi&s;e Sir.</L>
<STAGE>[Enter Guard.]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>A wre&s;tling towards; away we&s;t, away.</L>
<L>Nay then I am betray'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Forbear I pray.</L>
<STAGE>[Guard retire]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>He comes but to in&s;ult and to torment me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord you much forget, is not this Pa&s;&s;ion?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pa&s;&s;ion of heart! he hopes not for Salvation</L>
<L>That hears with patience but the repetition</L>
<L>Of &s;uch a Bla&s;phemie. I mu&s;t not die,</L>
<L>Until the world be vindicated from</L>
<L>The redamnation &s;uch an error threatens.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;ee I could oppre&s;s you; but all forbear the roome.</L>
<STAGE>Exit Guard.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you come to mad me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>If you will be calm, Ile tell you what I come for.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>As &s;etled as a Rock beneath a mountain</L>
<L>Here will I &s;it, and hear thy loude&s;t malice.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>If this man be not innocent, vertue lives not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now tell me what you come for; and be &s;ure</L>
<L>You ask no more abominable que&s;tions,</L>
<L>VVhil&s;t calmly I clear the&s;e, thus: By the Honour</L>
<L>And faith of a true Souldier, I am clear</L>
<L><PB N="42" REF="232">
Of the&s;e &s;ugge&s;ted crimes, which before Heaven</L>
<L>(Which knows my Innocencie) I do not urge</L>
<L>To &s;ave my life from the Kings violent Fury,</L>
<L>Nor any way to clo&s;e with thee in Friend&s;hip,</L>
<L>Now that my fortune is at wor&s;t. So, &s;peak:</L>
<L>'Tis long a coming: I begin to think</L>
<L>It is &s;ome good, you are &s;o loath to utter 't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is, if you can apprehend it &s;o.</L>
<L>My Lord, I take you for my friend, and come</L>
<L>To make my moan to you; in&s;omuch as now</L>
<L>I do conceive you Noble, Vertuous, Hone&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Foh! this is wor&s;e than all the re&s;t, this &s;tinks</L>
<L>Of the Court-putrefaction, Flatterie, gro&s;sly.</L>
<L>But on I prithee: talk is &s;uch a noveltie,</L>
<L>I will hear any thing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>I could not &s;ee your vertue, when it &s;hin'd</L>
<L>Thorow the radiant favours of the King:</L>
<L>It dazled me with envie then: but now,</L>
<L>Like the red Sun through cold and my&s;tie va|pours,</L>
<L>I can behold it at the full.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>So, &s;o: umh, whu: &s;o much for my vertues:</L>
<L>What's your bu&s;ine&s;s now?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;ay I come to make my moan to you,</L>
<L>Groaning beneath a weightie Injury</L>
<L>The King has thrown upon me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Has denyed him</L>
<L>Something I warrant, that he would have begg'd;</L>
<L>The making of a Knight, or &s;ome &s;uch foolerie:</L>
<L>What was 't?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>In putting a ba&s;e office on me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is the great Mar&s;hals and chief Generals</L>
<L>Office, become &s;o ba&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>No Sir, the Hangmans Office. Read that&mdash;</L>
<L>I am commanded there, and warranted</L>
<L>VVith pre&s;ent &s;peed to bring your Head to him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="43" REF="232">
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>A prayer or two, by his great leave and yours,</L>
<L>And you &s;hall have it in&s;tantly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, you &s;hall not undervalue't &s;o:</L>
<L>That Honour which has won me to you, &s;hall</L>
<L>Work better for your pre&s;ervation.</L>
<L>I have much more to tell you, and &s;trong Rea&s;ons</L>
<L>Why you &s;hould live: of the Queens infinite wrongs</L>
<L>And yours, wrought by your Daughters cruel Am|bition.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is a noblene&s;s beyond Example:</L>
<L>Sure now you are hone&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>There you &s;ee my &s;trength:</L>
<L>If now for truth and Honours cau&s;e I &s;train</L>
<L>A point of Loyaltie, you will engage</L>
<L>Your Honour to &s;ecure me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hold my Honour equal to the be&s;t,</L>
<L>And prize it &s;till &s;o far above my life,</L>
<L>That to &s;ave Kingdoms Ile not forfeit it.</L>
<L>Here in the &s;ight of Heaven I do engage it,</L>
<L>For your &s;ecuritie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>I ask no better. Keeper!</L>
<STAGE>[Enter Keeper.]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Keep.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Di&s;mi&s;s that Guard, and give us way.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Keep</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;hall.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now come my Lord, vertue may be ca&s;t by;</L>
<L>But never overcome by Tyrannie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVars Sword, Laws Axe, or Tyrannies fell Knife,</L>
<L>May overcome my Per&s;on, not my life.</L>
<L>For that is yours <HI>Petruccio.</HI></L>
<STAGE>Exeunt Ambo.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="act">
<PB N="44" REF="233">
<HEAD>ACT. III.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. I.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Enlalia.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>TUrn'd out of all, and ca&s;t into the world;</L>
<L>And that forbidden too to pitie me?</L>
<L>No &s;ucour, no relief to be afforded?</L>
<L>Heaven &s;till is where it was, and cannot lo&s;e</L>
<L>The Providence it ever had: let tho&s;e</L>
<L>That think me wretched now, con&s;ider that,</L>
<L>And be with me converted to a Faith</L>
<L>That will proclaim us happy. What's my lo&s;s?</L>
<L>VVhat was the State and glory of a Court,</L>
<L>But &s;teps and lights through dangerous Ambition,</L>
<L>To ends beyond our &s;elves, in who&s;e atchievements,</L>
<L>VVe make our &s;elves but nothing to our&s;elves.</L>
<L>And all that we are then, is to the world,</L>
<L>VVhich renders us great Titles: which tane off,</L>
<L>VVe then return unto our &s;elves again,</L>
<L>And all the world is ours: I was not great</L>
<L>Till now; nor could I confidently &s;ay</L>
<L>Any thing was mine own, till I had nothing.</L>
<L>They do but &s;leep, that live in highe&s;t Pompe;</L>
<L>And all their happine&s;s is but a dream,</L>
<L>VVhen mine is reall: nay, nay, I can prove it.</L>
<L>Their co&s;tly fare breeds riot, mine content:</L>
<L>Their rich Attire is but mere Pageantry,</L>
<L>Made to plea&s;e their eyes: mine keeps me warm,</L>
<L>And healthful, when a cold becomes their &s;ickne&s;s.</L>
<L>They boa&s;t of Honour and Gentilitie,</L>
<L>For their Attendants then, when the chief Honour</L>
<L>Of the be&s;t woman, meek obedience,</L>
<L>Is my own handmaid; and my Patience</L>
<L><PB N="45" REF="233">
A &s;weeter &s;ervant than Gentilitie,</L>
<L>Continually my other: for Councel and defence, what have I now?</L>
<L>They have the helps of worldly wi&s;e mens brains,</L>
<L>And I the comforts of my fruitfull Prayers.</L>
<L>They have tall big-bon'd &s;ervants for defence:</L>
<L>I the &s;trong&s;t guard of all, mine innocence.</L>
<STAGE>[Birds chirp.]</STAGE>
<L>What Mu&s;ick had the Court compar'd to this,</L>
<L>Or what compari&s;on can all their &s;ports</L>
<L>And Revells hold with tho&s;e of Kids and Fawnes,</L>
<L>And frisking Lambs upon the countrey lawnes?</L>
<L>VVhich are my hourly plea&s;ant entertainments</L>
<L>In all my wanderings: in which I have not</L>
<L>Hunger'd at any time, but I have found</L>
<L>Meat which I duely earn'd: nor ever thir&s;ted,</L>
<L>But I have found a Spring that has refre&s;h'd me.</L>
<L>And am no &s;ooner weary, then I finde</L>
<L>A &s;helter or a &s;hade to re&s;t me in:</L>
<L>As now, in which a &s;lumber 'gins to creep</L>
<L>Over mine Eyes, more &s;oft then any &s;leep,</L>
<L>Could the&s;e my Sen&s;es when I lay of late</L>
<L>On Down, beneath the Canopy of State.</L>
<STAGE>[falls a&s;leep]</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. II.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Genius.</STAGE>
<L>Sleep in thy Sainted Innocence,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t Angels watch in thy defence.</L>
<L>Sleep whil&s;t I charm the&s;e bubling Streams</L>
<L>With Mu&s;ick, to make &s;weet thy Dreams;</L>
<L>Thy Dreams which truly &s;hall relate</L>
<L>The Pa&s;&s;ages of thy E&s;tate.</L>
<STAGE><PB N="46" REF="234">
<HI>Dumb &s;hew. Enter Alinda, Flavello, two Lieute|nants, Doctor, Midwife. Exeunt Lieutenants, Doctor, Midwife. Enter</HI> Sforza <HI>at the other end raging, and the Jaylor, with mute action. Enter King, Petruccio: Alinda whi&s;pers the King: he gives a Warrant and Signet to</HI> Petruccio: <HI>Exit</HI> Petruccio. <HI>King. ki&s;&s;es</HI> Alinda, <HI>graces</HI> Flavello. <HI>Exeunt. All this as the</HI> Genius <HI>&s;peaks.</HI></STAGE>
<L>Note, fir&s;t thy Foes in Court con&s;pire</L>
<L>Again&s;t thy Life, and Villains hire</L>
<L>To act thy Tragedy.</L>
<L>Loe tho&s;e the perjur'd Evidence</L>
<L>That &s;ugge&s;ted thine offence,</L>
<L>Are hir'd the &s;econd time to be</L>
<L>Co-actors in thy Tragedie.</L>
<L>They have their Fee, and now are &s;ent</L>
<L>Towards thee with a vile intent.</L>
<L>Ill thrive their purpo&s;es. Now note</L>
<L>The wrongs that are 'gain&s;t <HI>Sforza</HI> wrought,</L>
<L>Who lives from Speech of all men &s;till,</L>
<L>Pent by the Kings abu&s;ed will;</L>
<L>Not knowing of the Treacherie</L>
<L>That was con&s;pir'd 'gain&s;t him and thee.</L>
<L>Nothing of all that's pa&s;t knows he,</L>
<L>More then he mu&s;t a Pri&s;oner be;</L>
<L>Which doth him much impatience bring:</L>
<L>But the bad Queen in&s;tructs the King</L>
<L>How his vexation he may end,</L>
<L>Who &s;trictly for his Head doth &s;end.</L>
<L>What from the&s;e black intents &s;hall grow,</L>
<L>Is not as yet for thee know.</L>
<L>Now, holy Soul, I mu&s;t thee &s;et</L>
<L>A cour&s;e that mu&s;t thy living get.</L>
<L><PB N="47" REF="234">
Thou mu&s;t not beg, nor take for need</L>
<L>More then thy Merits proper meed.</L>
<L>Fir&s;t therefore, I thy Brain in&s;pire</L>
<L>With a Divine Prophetick Fire;</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt be able to Fore-doom</L>
<L>The ends of many things to come.</L>
<L>Into thy Brea&s;t I next infu&s;e</L>
<L>The Skill of Med'cine how to u&s;e:</L>
<L>Learn'd <HI>Ae&s;culapius</HI> never knew</L>
<L>The u&s;e of Simples more then you.</L>
<L>Many di&s;eas'd by Grief and Pain,</L>
<L>Of thee &s;hall Health and Strength obtain.</L>
<L>Next Handy-Works and Literature,</L>
<L>With Education good and pure,</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt be able to be&s;tow</L>
<L>Upon the Country's Youth, and &s;how</L>
<L>The Elder &s;ort how to improve</L>
<L>Their Wealths by Neighbour-hood and Love:</L>
<L>Now when thou from this Trance do&s;t wake,</L>
<L>See that thou pre&s;ent Practice make</L>
<L>Of the&s;e thy Gifts, and fear not then</L>
<L>The Practices of Fiends or Men.</L>
<STAGE>Exit Genius.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>What &s;oft? what &s;weet? what heavenly Trance was this?</L>
<L>I feel my &s;elf in&s;pir'd with holy Flame</L>
<L>Above the heat of Mortals: &s;ure I have</L>
<L>The Spirit of Prophecie, the Gift of Healing,</L>
<L>And Art of teaching hidden My&s;teries.</L>
<L>Thanks Heaven, that fir&s;t did&s;t &s;end me Patience</L>
<L>To &s;weeten my Afflictions, and now</L>
<L>Plentiful means to live, for others Good.</L>
<L>Who live but for them&s;elves, are but for &s;how,</L>
<L>And &s;tand like barren Trees, where good might grow.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<PB N="48" REF="235">
<HEAD>Scoen. III.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter to her, Lodovico and Andrea.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Farewel, thou fooli&s;h Pomp, and Pride of Court,</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;hine is but an <HI>Ignis fatuus</HI></L>
<L>That leads fond Mortals from the path of Vertue,</L>
<L>And Tracts of real Comforts: thus I &s;hake</L>
<L>Thy wanton Du&s;t from off my Feet, to tread</L>
<L>The wayes of Truth and Innocence: this Air</L>
<L>Breaths Health upon me, Peace, and perfect Plea&s;ure.</L>
<L>VVhere the &s;woln Courts &s;ophi&s;ticated Breath</L>
<L>Did but di&s;ea&s;e my Blood, and taint my Sen&s;es.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is good <HI>Lodovico,</HI> though di&s;guis'd,</L>
<L>I can no le&s;s then know him: and the poor Fool</L>
<L>That was my Servant: they come to relieve me</L>
<L>In the&s;e di&s;gui&s;es, that I might not know</L>
<L>From whom I receiv'd Comfort.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>To this way</L>
<L>The mo&s;t unfortunate Queen enclin'd her cour&s;e:</L>
<L>And &s;ee, already, how her VVants and VVoes</L>
<L>Have worne her to the bone: Alas, &s;he's pin'd!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>And look you new Ma&s;ter, yonder's my old Mi&s;tre&s;s;</L>
<L>VVhat Fools were we; that could not find her &s;ooner!</L>
<L>Alas! I can &s;ee through her: there is not</L>
<L>So thin a Queen in the Cards.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hold thee, good Woman, pray thee take it quickly.</L>
<L>I came now from a Fea&s;t where we had plenty,</L>
<L>And brought the&s;e Dainties, meant unto another;</L>
<L>But my dear Charity tells me thou do&s;t want it.</L>
<L>I pray thee eat it; do not look, but eat it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>What Traytor art thou, that pre&s;ents me Poy|&s;on?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="49" REF="235">
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>By all the truth and hone&s;ty in Man,</L>
<L>'Tis whole&s;ome Food: &s;ee, I will be thy Ta&s;ter,</L>
<L>Though in good &s;ooth, it grievs mee to beguile thee</L>
<L>Of the lea&s;t Mor&s;el: &s;ure thou ha&s;t need of 't&punc;</L>
<L>Good VVoman eat, and let not Famine be</L>
<L>Fearful of Poy&s;on, or fal&s;e Treacherie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is it not Poy&s;on to a loyal heart,</L>
<L>To eat contrary to the Kings Command?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, if it were, what a many would have been poy&s;on'd the la&s;t Lent, that may live to be very good Subjects, very good Subjects all the yeer after, except a few Fi&s;h-Dayes?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Las, we are plain poor Country Folke, and hear no &s;uch news.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhy will ye urge &s;o much again&s;t your con|&s;cience?</L>
<L>Have you not heard of my bani&s;hment, and the Kings Edict,</L>
<L>Proclaiming all men Traytors that relieve me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVe heard indeed the King had put away his old good VVife, and tane a new one: but can we think you are &s;he that was the Queen?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes good Di&s;&s;embler, you do know't, and you;</L>
<L>As &s;ure as I know you for <HI>Lodovico,</HI></L>
<L>And you, Sir, for <HI>Andrea:</HI> Can it be,</L>
<L>That you that have been loyal Subjects, &s;hould</L>
<L>Now go about to forfeit thus your Lives?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray leave this fooling, Mi&s;tri&s;s: eat your meat;</L>
<L>And here's good Drink to wa&s;h it down: and then</L>
<L>If you have a minde to hang us, let the</L>
<L>Gallows take his due; for my own part, I had</L>
<L>Rather hang like a man, while I am good</L>
<L>For &s;omething, then you &s;hould pine away to no|thing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="50" REF="236">
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fear not you me, pray Sir, nor neglect the care</L>
<L>That's due unto your &s;elves, to injure me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>O deare&s;t Heaven! do you think we'ld injure you,</L>
<L>That venture lives for you? no, gentle Queen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lo, there again, that's Trea&s;on too, to call her Queen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>No body hears nor &s;ees; pray eat a little.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do not I hear and &s;ee you? I am not &s;afe</L>
<L>In my obedience unto the King,</L>
<L>To hold &s;uch conference with you that would</L>
<L>So violate his Laws: but let it warn ye</L>
<L>Off of this cour&s;e; for I'll appeal to Ju&s;tice</L>
<L>If you per&s;i&s;t in this Rebellion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Any woman but &s;he, now in her Ca&s;e, would eat &s;uch an Husbands Brains without Butter, rather then for&s;ake good meat; and but for this wil|fulne&s;s in her, I &s;hould not think her a woman, I. But as &s;he is, new Ma&s;ter, we &s;hall never do good upon her: and therefore &s;ince your Grace has not the grace to eat this meat, mark with what a grace or without Grace, I will eat it my &s;elf: do you fear Poy&s;on? <STAGE>[Eats]</STAGE> Now Bottle let me play a part with thee; can you think this Poy&s;on, that goes down &s;o merrily?</P>
<STAGE>[Drinkes]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Much good may it do thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay, now perhaps &s;he'l eat.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis like enough; I did but eat to get her an Appetite, therefore I'll e'en eat on, till all be done, to get her the better &s;tomack: now Bottle, to thee again.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>See, here come poor Folks, that perhaps do want</L>
<L>That which &s;uperfluou&s;ly thou ha&s;t devour'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'll eat again, for that: I am as poor as
<PB N="51" REF="236">
they; and you never knew Charity in Beggers towards one another. Bottle again for that.</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="4" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. IV.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter to them, Pedro, Poggio and Lollio.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>O Mi&s;ery! O De&s;olation!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pogg. Loll.</SPEAKER>
<L>Di&s;ea&s;es, Sickne&s;&s;es, O Calamity!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>What Saints are tho&s;e that they invoke &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>What is the Cau&s;e of the&s;e &s;ad Cries, good People?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go back, if you re&s;pect your &s;afety, go;</L>
<L>And look not this way where the Air di&s;per&s;eth</L>
<L>Nothing but foul Infection, Pain and Sorrow.</L>
<L>Return, I &s;ay, for here you appear &s;trangers,</L>
<L>And run not to the Ruine of your &s;elves:</L>
<L>This way is fil'd with Cries: you can meet nothing</L>
<L>But Lamentations of a thou&s;and Souls:</L>
<L>Some Lame, &s;ome Blind, &s;ome Deaf, &s;ome Lunatick,</L>
<L>Some &s;truck with Pal&s;ie, &s;ome with Lepro&s;ie;</L>
<L>All &s;ighing, groaning, crying, underneath</L>
<L>The painful weight of Sorrow and Affliction.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>What is that woful part o'th' Country call'd,</L>
<L>That &s;uffers this Calamitie? and how</L>
<L>Did the Inhabitants there &s;tand affected</L>
<L>To Goodne&s;s or Religion?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>We are all &s;inful&punc;</L>
<L>Yet no way to extenuate our fault,</L>
<L>Or murmure at the Judgement faln upon us;</L>
<L>We have been held obedient to the Church,</L>
<L>True Subjects to the King, and friendlie&s;t Neigh|bours</L>
<L>Among our &s;elves, all Sicily could boa&s;t of:</L>
<L>This part of it, or Province, being call'd,</L>
<L><PB N="52" REF="237">
<HI>The fair Talermian Fields,</HI> and is the &s;ame</L>
<L>Our Kings have cu&s;tomarily laid out</L>
<L>For their Queens Dowry: and has therefore been</L>
<L>Vulgarly call'd <HI>The Paradice of Love.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay there, old man: I have heard there is</L>
<L>Neither Lawyer nor Phy&s;ician in all the Province.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>None could e'er get a living among&s;t 'um in all their Practi&s;e.</L>
<L>It &s;eems they liv'd then civilly and temperately.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor Gentleman nor Begger in their Con|fines.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then &s;ure their Wealth was all communi|cable.</L>
<L>There could not but be excellent Neighbour-hood.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>And, which was worth all the re&s;t, their Prie&s;ts</L>
<L>Were ever the be&s;t good-Fellows in all the Country.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Y'are now upon the Confines of that Coun|try,</L>
<L>And cannot &s;cape &s;ome dangerous ill,</L>
<L>If you dare ta&s;t the Aire of it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>That &s;hall be try'd; I'll have a whiff on't:</L>
<L>If I get a mi&s;chief by it, let the Fools harm be a war|ning to the VVi&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>See more of tho&s;e di&s;tre&s;&s;ed Souls that flie</L>
<L>The foul Contagion,</L>
<STAGE>[Enter four Others. Exit Andr.]</STAGE>
<L>Yet charitable to each others wants:</L>
<L>For here the Deaf conducts the Blind: the Blind</L>
<L>Supports the Lame: the Dumb removes the &s;ick and feeble.</L>
<L>All that can make lea&s;t &s;hift for't, flie the Place,</L>
<L>Then do not you pre&s;s torward it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>There will I.</L>
<L>Take up my Habitation.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Y'are not de&s;perate?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mark me, good <HI>Lodovico,</HI> note my Rea&s;ons:</L>
<L>This poor afflicted Province was my Dowry:</L>
<L>And the o'er-ha&s;ty judging world will &s;ay,</L>
<L>According to the Cen&s;ure pa&s;s'd on me,</L>
<L><PB N="53" REF="237">
My Tre&s;pa&s;s drew this Evil on the Land.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis better that the world &s;hould judge &s;o, and peri&s;h</L>
<L>For it in it's Ignorance, then you &s;o wilfully</L>
<L>Be ca&s;t away: you hear that none e&s;cape.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>None, Old nor Young, Man, Woman Child, all</L>
<L>In one kinde or other, do feel Affliction.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do any die?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>None, though the mo&s;t do wi&s;h</L>
<L>They might, in lieu of their &s;ad &s;ufferings.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>And whither now do you intend your travail with your griefs?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVe hope a better Air will cure us. But</L>
<L>VVe are advis'd by our Divines and Augurs,</L>
<L>By the be&s;t means we can, to make our Journey</L>
<L>Towards the Court, to &s;end our &s;ad complaint</L>
<L>Unto the King.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hear now what he will &s;ay)</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>They find by Divination, that this puni&s;h|ment</L>
<L>Is falne upon this Province by the Sin</L>
<L>Of the Adulterous Queen, who&s;e Dowrie 'twas.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Did not I tell you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>And that until</L>
<L>His ju&s;tice take away Her loathed life,</L>
<L>This evil will not cea&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>What, the Queen <HI>Eulalia's</HI> life?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes Sir; we hear &s;hee's bani&s;h'd, and forbid relief:</L>
<L>But nothing &s;ave her polluted blood mu&s;t quench this flame,</L>
<L>In expiation of her Sin and &s;hame.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dare you &s;tay longer here? pray let us flie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why then you think me guiltie, <HI>Lodovico.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know not what to think, but that I will not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Was that your Prie&s;ts opinion and advice?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, and thus grounded, that our pains began</L>
<L>Ju&s;t at the hour, the Kings Indulgencie</L>
<L>Releas'd her forfeit Life.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="54" REF="238">
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Twas <HI>ever&s;o;</HI> Prie&s;ts are but Apes to Kings,</L>
<L>And pro&s;titute Religion to their ends.</L>
<P>Might you not judge as well, it was th' inju&s;tice and the wrongs the innocent Queen hath &s;uffer'd, that has brought &s;en&s;e of her injuries upon her Pro|vince? And that if &s;he had died, her Dowrie here with her had al&s;o &s;uffered Death? to make it nothing to the King, as he made her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>I, mark ye that: and that your fal&s;e &s;urmi&s;e</L>
<L>Again&s;t the Queen has brought this evil on you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<P>O now my pain increa&s;es. 1. O mine Eyes. 2. My Brain. 3. My Bones. 4. My limbs are on the Rack.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis plain, your fowl mi&s;tru&s;t is the infection that rages in you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Lodovico,</HI> peace: where is thy pain good man?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here in this Arm &s;hrunk up as it were &s;ear'd with fiery Irons.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ble&s;s'd Providence a&s;&s;i&s;t me whil&s;t with Prayers I u&s;e the gift thou gav'&s;t me for the cure of the&s;e afflicted People. Give me thine hand: what feel&s;t thou now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>A precious cooling Balm that has extin|gui&s;hed</L>
<L>The &s;corching heat I felt, and has reduc'd</L>
<L>My Fle&s;h, my Sinews, and my Arteries,</L>
<L>Into their natural temper and true u&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<P>Joyn that hand to thy other, and thank Hea|ven then</P>
<L>That made thee whole.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>I do, I do.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mira|culous!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>O &s;ure you are &s;ome Heavenly Saint or Godde&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Beware Idolatry, and onely &s;end</L>
<L>All prai&s;e to th' power who&s;e mercy hath no end.</L>
<L>Onely do this for me: inform the re&s;t</L>
<L>How you have &s;ped, and win them back again,</L>
<L>To the next village: bid them be of chear,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t I make Holy Prayers for their help.</L>
<L><PB N="55" REF="238">
Ile come and live among you for my hire,</L>
<L>Which &s;hall be cheap, believe me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>All we have</L>
<L>VVill be too &s;light reward: fir&s;t take my &s;tore.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>I will but take my next competent meal.</L>
<L>I hope this will be thought but valuable.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>I pray take more.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go back I &s;ay with your &s;ad company,</L>
<L>And comfort them with news of your &s;ucce&s;s,</L>
<L>And a full hope of cure to every one</L>
<L>That's Partner in this &s;ad Affliction.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>With happy feet I &s;hall &s;pread it through the Countrey.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt omnes Ru&s;tici.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>O happy woman, now no more a Queen,</L>
<L>But Holy Saint: I &s;ee how Providence</L>
<L>Means to advance thy injur'd innocence.</L>
<L>Ile dwell here now my &s;elf, and without fear:</L>
<L>For perfect health I think dwells only where</L>
<L>Good <HI>Eulalia</HI> remains: I have enough</L>
<L>To buy a Farm for me and poor <HI>Andrea.</HI></L>
<L>But what's become of him?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile tell you, <HI>Lodovico:</HI> the poor Fellow</L>
<L>Is gone to ta&s;te the Countrey Air for me,</L>
<L>Le&s;t I might be infected: you &s;hall &s;ee</L>
<L>Straight how he &s;peeds.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>And that was hone&s;t love.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Andrea.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>A Surgeon, a Surgeon! Oh a Surgeon!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul,</SPEAKER>
<L>How now, <HI>Andrea?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Surgeon: Oh twentie Surgeons, bone|&s;etting Surgeons.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's the matter man?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am out of joynt. Ile ta&s;te no more of &s;uch contagious Aires, To &s;ave as many Queens as I have hairs. Oh Surgeons and Bone-&s;etters, Bone-&s;etters and Surgeons, all my Bones, all my Bones for a penny.</P>
<L>I have not a finger nor a toe in joynt: my Leggs,</L>
<L>my Thighs, my Arms, my neck.</L>
<L>My back and Crupperbone is out of joynt.</L>
<L><PB N="56" REF="239">
Oh for a Sowgelder, a Surgeon I would &s;ay.</L>
<L>Out a joynt, out a joynt, I am all out a joynt.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thy tongue's not out a joynt.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, nor a Thing</L>
<L>I have that has no Bone in't: All el&s;e is out a joynt.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>This came of tempting Providence: were not you</L>
<L>Told the danger by the many that &s;marted of it?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>I met them all dancing and frisking home.</L>
<L>The blind man made the way: the dumb man &s;ung,</L>
<L>The deaf kept time to his Notes: the lame led on</L>
<L>The Dance to all the re&s;t: whil&s;t I can go</L>
<L>No further. <STAGE>[lies down]</STAGE> 'Twas for you I ventured.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<P>And now you repent you meant me &s;o much good.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And now again I do repent that ever I did repent. Oh for a Stone-cutter, a Bone-&s;etter I would &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVell Sir, give me your hands: &s;tand up.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVith as good a will as ever I &s;tood to wo|man.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now, how do you feel your &s;elf?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>In very pretty plight, I feel I am &s;ufficient.</L>
<P>Haugh, heigh&mdash; <STAGE>[Capers and turns]</STAGE> 'twill do again: and if I dur&s;t venture into that unluckie Countrey again, I would now teach the Clowns how to Dance for joy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes you &s;hall venter Sir; and by the way,</L>
<L>Ile teach you to teach them to work and pray.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>To work and play I pray you,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>If there be Heaven on earth, it is this woman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then if there be a Purgatorie on earth,</L>
<L>Ile venter through it for her, heigh, o, ho.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="5" TYPE="scene">
<PB N="57" REF="239">
<HEAD>Scoen. V.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter three or four Countrey-men.</STAGE>
<L>1. Health and Joy: Health and Joy.</L>
<L>2. O happy woman that ever &s;he came hither!</L>
<L>1. Nay happy we that ere &s;he came among us.</L>
<L>2. VVhat &s;hall we render her in recompence?</L>
<L>All that we have is too little for this woman,</L>
<L>This good woman, this holy woman, this &s;he-Saint,</L>
<L>If there be one above ground.</L>
<L>3. O do not make an <HI>If</HI> at her, neighbour, le&s;t the ground &s;wallow thee quick in thy Infidelitie.</L>
<L>2. Now doubtle&s;s, and without all adventure, &s;he is an unknown woman.</L>
<L>3. And therefore a good woman: for 'tis too true,</L>
<L>All tho&s;e that are well known are e'en bad enough:</L>
<L>And known &s;he will not be for all our entreats,</L>
<L>No not &s;o much as from whence &s;he came, we &s;ee.</L>
<L>2. And that coun&s;el &s;he may keep &s;till for me:</L>
<L>For doubtle&s;s, and without all peradventure</L>
<L>If we had need of another &s;uch, 'it were in yain to &s;eek her.</L>
<L>1. Sure 'twas from Heaven &s;he came,</L>
<L>Where the whole &s;tock of good women vvere plac'd long ago.</L>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="6" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. VI.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Fabio and Strozza.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fab.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis &s;he I'm confident.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stroz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Our work lies fairly then before us.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="58" REF="240">
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>The&s;e look like mi&s;chievous Robbers.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>What can they take from us?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Life, I fear.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have e'en din'd, let 'em take away when they plea&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Their looks are murderous.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fear not, <HI>Lodovico:</HI> why look ye Friends, &s;o amazedly? ha'ye lo&s;t your way? or what do ye &s;eek?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fab.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, we ha' found our way, 'tis to you we &s;eek: we dare come roundly to you, for all your</P>
<L>Guard, your old Fool, and your young here.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>O my unhappy Fears!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>You will not murder me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fab.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis all the Office we are bound to doe you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ju&s;t Heaven protect me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fab.</SPEAKER>
<L>Call upon Heaven as you go thitherward:</L>
<L>VVe may not &s;tay long Invocations.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray take me in your way, and run me through her, if you be hone&s;t Murderers. Help: Murder, Murder!</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="7" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. VII.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter to them, Curate, Crier, Pedro, Lollio, Poggio.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crier.</SPEAKER>
<P>O yes! O yes! O yes!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L>Silence Crier, &s;u&s;pend the Proclamation, to preventa bomina|tion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Heaven has &s;ent us ayd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fab.</SPEAKER>
<L>O we are prevented!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<P>On, on; &s;a, &s;a; down with their VVeapons, up with their heels, till we in&s;ect and rip up the in|trails of the Cau&s;e: what an A&s;&s;a&s;&s;inate was here at|tempted?
<PB N="59" REF="240">
<HI>O infau&s;ta D<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">es!</HI> two &s;words again&s;t the naked vvomb of a VVoman! and none but weapon|le&s;s men to a&s;&s;i&s;t her!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>viz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Senex &amp; Ineptus.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>That is to &s;ay, Give me their Swords un|der my Fools Coat, I'll hurt no body.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<P>Upon my facundity, an elegant con&s;truction by the Fool. So, I am <HI>cedunt arma Togae.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fab.</SPEAKER>
<P>For our attempt Sir, we vvill an&s;wer it: vve are for the King.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then vve are for the King, Sir; <HI>&amp; in nomine</HI></L>
<L><HI>Maje&s;tatis,</HI> we command you to attend our pre&s;ent</L>
<L>Office, and then we will examine yours.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loll.</SPEAKER>
<P>And then if you de&s;erve the Gallows, you &s;hall be &s;ure on't: a &s;hort breathing-vvhile &s;hall be no hinderance to you. So Crier lift up your Voice, and proceed.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crier.</SPEAKER>
<P>O yes, O yes, O yes: By the Kings mo&s;t Excellent Maje&s;ty, a Proclamation, prohibiting upon pain of Death, any Relief to be given unto the ba|ni&s;h'd <HI>Eulalia.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now &s;ay, VVhereas upon ju&s;t and lawful Tryal.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crier.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhereas, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L>The &s;aid <HI>Eulalia.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crier.</SPEAKER>
<L>The &s;aid <HI>Eulalia.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am that haple&s;s &s;he, that for relief will not beg, nor borrow, nor take of yee.</P>
<STAGE>[Lod. &amp; Cur. a&s;ide.]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis &s;he, and at the price of Life I vvill re|lieve her.</P>
<STAGE>[a&s;ide]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>How? vvhat have vve done? In relieving her from killing, we are all become Traytors.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loll.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's an idle fear: vve knew her not,</L>
<L>VVhich now vve do, vve may again reliver her</L>
<L>Into their hands, for them to kill her yet:</L>
<L>And then there's no harm done.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>So let us give them their &s;words again; and</L>
<L>vvhen they have done their vvork, to make all &s;ure,</L>
<L><PB N="60" REF="241">
vve'll hang them for their pains, and &s;o keep the Law</L>
<L>in our own hands vvhile vve have it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>O homines in&s;ani! quomodo erravi&s;tis?</HI></L>
<L>The woman mu&s;t be &s;av'd <HI>&aacute; manubus istis.</HI></L>
<L>They are Catilinarian Traytors.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>You Sir, have rea&s;on; you have found her Life</L>
<L>The King has pardon'd: and although her Doom</L>
<L>In this her Bani&s;hment were heavy, and</L>
<L>A puni&s;hment even unto Death, but that</L>
<L>Good &s;oul &s;he works and labours for her food,</L>
<L>You find not yet 'tis lawful any kill her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Recte dixi&s;ti Domine:</HI> therefore Sir,</L>
<L>You that are for the King, as you pretend,</L>
<L>Shew us th' <HI>Imperative mood</HI> or warrant for her death,</L>
<L>Or we &s;hall put you into the <HI>Optativa mood,</HI></L>
<L>By puni&s;hment to wi&s;h your &s;elves dead oftner</L>
<L>Or more times than <HI>bona fide</HI> there be <HI>Ten&s;es</HI></L>
<L>In all the Moods of all my Accidences.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>For my part Ile forgive them, if they will</L>
<L>Deliver truely who corrupted them,</L>
<L>To rid the world of this weary burden; that I may pray for them.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Can &s;uch a goodne&s;s de&s;erve &s;o fowl a Cen|&s;ure?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<P>But fir&s;t tell me: Are not you two the men that gave fal&s;e evidence at my Arraignment touch|ing injur'd <HI>Sforza?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fab.</SPEAKER>
<L>We gave no evidence, nor fal&s;e nor true.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No countrey-woman, they had no &s;uch Beards. But I will try if I can make'm like'em: O rare! what a nimble Barber am I? <HI>Lod.</HI> They are the &s;elf-&s;ame men, the two ca&s;hier'd Lieutenants that <HI>Sforza</HI> &s;hould have hang'd for mutinies in the late Wars.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>What hinders now their execution?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="61" REF="241">
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Digito compe&s;ce labellum:</HI> &s;ilence good <HI>Pedro.</HI></L>
<L>I do commend your zeal: but <HI>Periculum e&s;t in via,</HI></L>
<L>We will walk &s;afely: for this time therefore wee'l do onely thus,</L>
<L>Double our guards upon 'em, and away to pri&s;on with them,</L>
<L><HI>E&s;t locus in carcere quod Tullianum appellatur.</HI></L>
<L>We will pre&s;ume to know who 'twas that &s;et you awork, before you go,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ambo.</SPEAKER>
<L>You will be made to an&s;wer it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<P>A word more, wee'l hang you pre&s;ently, and an&s;wer that too: <HI>Abite hinc in malam Rem:</HI> away with 'm.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loll.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah Rogues, wee'l hamper ye.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pogg.</SPEAKER>
<L>Kill a woman 'cau&s;e &s;he was a Queen?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loll.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wee'l hamper ye, and halter ye, and do ye hear? hang ye.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt Lollio and Poggio, with Fabio and Strozza.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Abi hinc &amp; malam rem,</HI> away with'm.</L>
<STAGE>[Lodovico, Eulalia. Petro a&s;ide]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L>As I am <HI>Erudite, idoneus Adole&s;cens,</HI></L>
<L>A very towardly <HI>Juvenis. Cupis at&abque; doceri?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's that?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wilt thou be a Scholar?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>After you is manners.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now by mine intellect, di&s;creetly &s;poken.</L>
<L>Be but my Pupil, I will make thee one,</L>
<L>And dip thy Caput in pure Helicon.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray what's my Caput? and what's your Helicon?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L>Still a de&s;ire to learn: this is no Fool.</L>
<L>And by the company hee's in, I do &s;u&s;pect,</L>
<L><HI>Simile non e&s;t Idem:</HI> hee's too wi&s;e,</L>
<L>To be the thing he &s;eems but in di&s;gui&s;e:</L>
<L>Some Lord of Court, his out&s;ide <HI>non ob&s;tante.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is confe&s;s'd Sir, I am <HI>Lodovico,</HI></L>
<L>Somtimes a Lord of Court when this was Queen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="62" REF="242">
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>O Oedipus!</HI> I meant this <HI>Juvenal.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>No truely Sir, your <HI>Simile non e&s;t Idem.</HI></L>
<L>I am no Lord, what ere you like me to.</L>
<L>What I may pa&s;s for in the Country I know not,</L>
<L>At Court I was a Fool when &s;he was Queen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVe dare not call her Queen now: but while we</L>
<L>Relieve her not, though we a&s;&s;ociate her,</L>
<L>VVe are the Kings true Subjects: and with your leave,</L>
<L>Di&s;claiming of all Honourable Titles,</L>
<L>VVe'll live among&s;t ye.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>O gracious woman, &s;o I may &s;afely call you,</L>
<L>VVho once pre&s;erv'd my life.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mention not that.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>I ought not to conceal it: therefore know</L>
<L>That &s;ome years pa&s;t being imploy'd to Court</L>
<L>To render the Kings Rents for this Province:</L>
<L>VVhich though I duely did, there was a Lord,</L>
<L>A &s;trange officious one, that charg'd me deeply,</L>
<L>And all our Province, with dete&s;ted breach</L>
<L>Of our Allegiance: at which my rage</L>
<L>Bani&s;h'd my rea&s;on, and confounded &s;o</L>
<L>My &s;en&s;es, that without re&s;pect of Per&s;on,</L>
<L>Or Place, which was the Danger of the Law,</L>
<L>I &s;truck him there in Court: and was adjudg'd</L>
<L>To &s;uffer death for't, till you won my Pardon.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVere you that man?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>And 'twas my</L>
<L>Cozen Lord'I warrant that you box'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis he that braggs &s;o much his truth unto the Crown; I need not name him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Sed nunc quid &s;equitur?</HI> Pray mark the i&s;&s;ue of this Court quarrell. By the way,'tis well you have renounc'd all qualitie of Court.</P>
<L>Here were no living for you el&s;e; for know,</L>
<L>Since this mans trouble, not a Gentleman,</L>
<L>Much le&s;s a Courtier dares breath among&s;t us,</L>
<L><PB N="63" REF="242">
But be as you pretend and write, but Yeoman:</L>
<L>You &s;hall live Jovially with us and welcome,</L>
<L>At your own charge, your own <HI>Viaticum.</HI></L>
<STAGE>[Enter Lollio and Poggio.]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loll.</SPEAKER>
<L>We have laid up</L>
<L>The murderous minded men in dungeon deep,</L>
<L>Clogg'd them with Ploughchains, Fetters and Hor&s;e|locks.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVe'l teach 'm to kill Queens:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Cave, caveto.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVe mean this woman, this di&s;carded Queen.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt Omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="8" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. VIII.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Alinda and Flavello.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<L>For all the Fea&s;ts, the Triumphs and the Glories</L>
<L>That have been &s;pent, at price of great E&s;tates,</L>
<L>In celebration of my high Advancement;</L>
<L>For all the King has in his pre&s;ent being,</L>
<L>His Love to boot, a&s;&s;ur'd in highe&s;t mea&s;ure;</L>
<L>Me-thinks there is yet wanting an Addition</L>
<L>To crown my Happine&s;s: all's not &s;afe hereafter;</L>
<L>I cannot &s;afely &s;ay I am his Wife,</L>
<L>While th'other &s;eems contented with a Life. <HI>Flavello!</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mo&s;t Mighty Soveraign.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<L>O mo&s;t Coele&s;tial &s;ound!</L>
<L>Here's all your bu&s;ine&s;s granted.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>Greate&s;t and be&s;t of Queens! All?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<L>See the Kings hand to all: do you mi&s;tru&s;t me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>I onely look for the poor womans Pardon</L>
<L>That kill'd her Husband for his gelding the Prie&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="64" REF="243">
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you but manage the Profits of my Fa|vours with a di&s;creet Hand now, you may &s;oon finde the difference between a Mignion, and the Son of a Di&s;h-Maker.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>I finde it in your Gifts, my bounteous God|de&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh Divine!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>And would pre&s;ume that</L>
<L>I my &s;elf were worthy</L>
<L>A place i'th' Kalendar, might I do you Service,</L>
<L>That merited the &s;malle&s;t of your Graces.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you know the village where that woman lives?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who, &s;acred Deitie?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'm very &s;ick to name her or her Son.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<P>O <HI>Eulalia;</HI> yes, the very Hou&s;e: 'tis in your Maje&s;ties way now, as you pa&s;s to <HI>Nico&s;ia:</HI> the King is ready, Madam, and calls away; he longs to be at the end of his journey, to perform his Duty in the three Grants belong to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<L>O but that Woman, and that hated Boy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Eulalia&punc;</HI> Madam?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou art a ba&s;e</L>
<L>Ingrateful Villain to name her to me;</L>
<L>Thou hear'&s;t me &s;ay, I dare not &s;peak her name,</L>
<L>Yet thou dar'&s;t &s;tab mine Ears again, with it.</L>
<L>Had &s;ome receiv'd the Favours thou ha&s;t done,</L>
<L>Or could but dream of half&punc;thou'rt like to have,</L>
<L>I &s;hould not fear her Gho&s;t; but thou art dull.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>O let me take new &s;pirit from your hand,</L>
<L>And &s;ay unto your &s;elf, She is &s;ure dead.</L>
<L>But the King comes. I am enough in&s;pir'd.</L>
<STAGE>Exit Flav.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="9" TYPE="scene">
<PB N="65" REF="243">
<HEAD>Scoen. IX.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter King and Gonzago.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>I will not onely have you guiltle&s;s, Sir,</L>
<L>But free from lea&s;t &s;u&s;pect; let but a &s;park</L>
<L>Of Di&s;content appear upon your Look,</L>
<L>I'll rip the hollow cave that holds the fire,</L>
<L>And with Death quench it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonz.</SPEAKER>
<L>I be&s;eech your Highne&s;s,</L>
<L>If any alteration in my looks</L>
<L>Be found, or read, let it as well be con&s;trued,</L>
<L>It grows but from a filial fear t'offend.</L>
<L>I have forgot I had another Mother:</L>
<L>And humbly at the Feet of this I honour,</L>
<L>I beg her Ayd, to win your Favour towards me.</L>
<L>Mo&s;t gracious Madam, if you knew the Truth,</L>
<L>The fair &s;incerity I bear in Duty</L>
<L>Towards your Highne&s;s&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<L>For what re&s;pect, young Prince?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonz.</SPEAKER>
<L>The principal i'th' World: For that you have</L>
<L>My Fathers Love; and but to Wrong or Grieve you,</L>
<L>Were Stripes or Wounds to his Affection.</L>
<L>So much of my late Mother I remember,</L>
<L>To yield a Reverence to his Contentment, and &s;hall for ever.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, my Love, what pretty meaning have you?</L>
<L>Do you bring your Son to mock me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha! my <HI>Alinda,</HI> he's no Son of mine,</L>
<L>That with le&s;&s;e Adoration dares look up</L>
<L>On thy Divinity, then the <HI>Aegyptians</HI></L>
<L>Gave to the Sun it &s;elf: but an out-ca&s;t Ba&s;tard,</L>
<L><PB N="66" REF="244">
And of the daring Giants ignorant Nature,</L>
<L>That war'd again&s;t the Gods.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would not move your Anger: pray let this win your Reconcilement.</P>
<STAGE>[Ki&s;&s;es]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>O thou art gentle, and the life of Sweetne&s;s:</L>
<L>Come, my <HI>Alinda,</HI> I was calling you</L>
<L>To our intended Journey to <HI>Nico&s;ta,</HI></L>
<L>Where &s;olemnly I will perform my Vow,</L>
<L>To grant the three demands I promis'd you,</L>
<L>In the full view of our Nobility.</L>
<L>Which by the Cu&s;tome of my Predece&s;&s;ors</L>
<L>Have ratified and confirm'd the Power</L>
<L>Of Queens, and made them ab&s;olute: have you thought</L>
<L>To ask things worthy of your Dignity,</L>
<L>Wherein I fully may declare my Bounty?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<L>I, Sir, &s;hall be &s;o rea&s;onable, that</L>
<L>I doubt not upon the way, or there at very in&s;tant,</L>
<L>To crave pa&s;t my De&s;ert.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>O you are mode&s;t: but ask home, <HI>Alinda.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<L>And by the way, Sir, let it be my Suit,</L>
<L>We give a Vi&s;it to di&s;tre&s;t <HI>Eulalia;</HI></L>
<L>Wherein we may do Charity fitting Princes;</L>
<L>(We may perhaps give Order for her Burial)</L>
<STAGE>[a&s;ide]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou art all Goodne&s;s: Come, all Friends, <HI>Gonzago:</HI></L>
<L>But thank her Clemency.</L>
<STAGE>Exit King.</STAGE>
<STAGE>Manet Alinda, to her Flavello.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<L>An Earldome be thou &s;ure of, wi&s;e <HI>Flavello,</HI></L>
<L>To add to thy improvements: Though it be</L>
<L>No full Di&s;covery, I'll make it &s;erve,</L>
<L>As I will fa&s;hion it, to excellent u&s;e.</L>
<L>Poy&s;on or Sword thou heard&s;t him &s;peak?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Elav.</SPEAKER>
<L>And in a menacing way: Now what may be</L>
<L><PB N="67" REF="244">
Conjectur'd by &s;uch words, from men who&s;e looks</L>
<L>Shew di&s;content again&s;t your Mightine&s;s,</L>
<L>Re&s;ts mo&s;t con&s;iderable.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVrite, <HI>Flavello,</HI> write,</L>
<L>VVrite by that Copy in a States-Man's hand.</L>
<L>Alas, good men! I dare even &s;wear for them,</L>
<L>How ere tho&s;e words might fall in their di&s;cour&s;e,</L>
<L>They had no thought of me: yet this &s;urmi&s;e</L>
<L>Gives me an hint to try her Loyaltie,</L>
<L>Or make her once more guiltie: for my State</L>
<L>Stands by the King, as unto her his hate.</L>
<L>Read it <HI>Flavello.</HI></L>
<STAGE>[Reads.]</STAGE>
<Q><P><HI>Mo&s;t Royal and mo&s;t wronged Soveraign Mi&s;tre&s;s, be happily a&s;&s;ured that the time of your Re&s;toration is at hand: and thatby no lo&s;s means then the death of that &s;he-mon&s;ter that u&s;urps your Dignitie. All &s;hall be determin'd at</HI> Ni|co&s;ia, <HI>by</HI></P>
<P><HI>Your devoted Servant unto death.</HI> Namele&s;s.</P></Q>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis well.</L>
<L>It needs no &s;uper&s;cription: only &s;eal it,</L>
<L>And think of your directions and di&s;gui&s;e.</L>
<L>'Tis but your half days journey: and be &s;ure</L>
<L>VVe are not far behind you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fla.</SPEAKER>
<L>I flie, my Soveraign.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now to the King,</L>
<L>Of who&s;e de&s;pight I &s;till mu&s;t &s;harp the &s;ting.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="10" TYPE="scene">
<PB N="68" REF="245">
<HEAD>Scoen. X.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter King, and Horatio.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>No news of <HI>Lodovico</HI> yet, <HI>Horatio?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>None &s;ince he &s;tole from Court upon the Bani&s;hment</L>
<L>Of that fal&s;e wicked woman, whom I cannot</L>
<L>Name to your face or forehead, but I tremble.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Becau&s;e you fear all horned Bea&s;ts.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Loyalty forbid,</L>
<L>And my infallible Truth unto the Crown,</L>
<L>But I were &s;en&s;ible of the injury.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know thy Loyalty: but as for <HI>Lodovico,</HI></L>
<L>How was my Judgement wrong'd in him!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>And mine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>I thought my &s;elf as &s;afe in that mans Coun|&s;el&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>And &s;o did I,</L>
<L>By my lov'd Loyalty, think my &s;elf &s;afe</L>
<L>In his Advices&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet methought he had</L>
<L>A kinde of &s;lyne&s;s in his Countenance.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, he had ever a kind of a &s;lie look.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>That &s;till methought I had a Genius</L>
<L>That check'd my forward love, and did inform me</L>
<L>That he would prove di&s;loyal: and for that cau&s;e,</L>
<L>To &s;peak plain truth, I never lov'd him truely.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVill your Maje&s;ty believe me? I would I might never ri&s;e</L>
<L>Into your Favour (and that I would not &s;ay</L>
<L>For all the Traytors Lands in your Kingdom,</L>
<L>VVhich were no &s;mall reward) if that were not</L>
<L>Mine very own conceit of <HI>Lodovico</HI></L>
<L>That Traytor; hang him: what &s;hould I call him le&s;s?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet 'twas given out you lov'd him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="69" REF="245">
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>So 'twas thought your Highne&s;s did.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>And that he was your yoak-fellow in the State.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, when he's hang'd he &s;hall be King. How <HI>Horatio?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Maje&s;ty knows my thoughts: nay I thank my creation, I was ever</L>
<L>Ju&s;t of your Maje&s;ties mind from my Nativitie,</L>
<L>And in that faith Ile die.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here's a true State&s;|man now!</L>
<L>Go, &s;end <HI>Gonzago</HI> to me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>My &s;weet yong Prince?</L>
<L>I &s;hall: but ere I go,</L>
<L>Let me inform your Highne&s;s in my thoughts</L>
<L>Of the &s;weet Prince <HI>Gonzago:</HI> if ever King</L>
<L>VVas happy in a Son, you are in him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go, call him to me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Cheri&s;h him, good my Lord:</L>
<L>Hee'l be a &s;ure &s;taff to you in your Age,</L>
<L>And prove a State&s;man quickly: I cannot think,</L>
<L>Except in him and your undoubted Queen,</L>
<L><HI>Petruccio</HI> and my &s;elf, True Loyalty lives.</L>
<L>And here he comes: obedience in his Face</L>
<L>Mo&s;t brightly &s;hining.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Gonzago.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wait without <HI>Horatio.</HI></L>
<STAGE>[Exit Horatio]</STAGE>
<L><HI>Gonzago?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonz.</SPEAKER>
<L>My dread Lord.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Did you attempt</L>
<L>Again&s;t my &s;trict command to vi&s;it <HI>Sforza?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonza.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is mo&s;t true, I did.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are a Traytor.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Gracious Heaven forbid it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>What was your purpo&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonza.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fir&s;t on my knees let me implore your Royal Pardon.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="70" REF="246">
<SPEAKER>Gonz.</SPEAKER>
<L>My end was noble: as I thought, well &s;uit|ing</L>
<L>The Honour of a Prince: I would have &s;earch'd</L>
<L>Into the &s;ecrets of his heart by que&s;tions,</L>
<L>VVhether he had intended or conceived</L>
<L>Trea&s;on again&s;t your Highne&s;s, as it is</L>
<L>Pre&s;um'd he did: for which he was committed.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>My &s;elf for that was his Accu&s;er;</L>
<L>How dur&s;t you then make a &s;cruple at it?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Still relying on your Pardon, I had thought</L>
<L>T'have won confe&s;&s;ion of it from him&s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Suppo&s;e he had confe&s;s'd it?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonza.</SPEAKER>
<L>I had then</L>
<L>Concluded there had been a Probabilitie</L>
<L>Of my poor mothers fal&s;ehood: yet I would have put</L>
<L>That Que&s;tion to him next.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>And &s;ay</L>
<L>He had confe&s;s'd that too?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then had I &s;av'd</L>
<L>Your Laws a needle&s;s labour in his death;</L>
<L>And with the &s;ame hand made that mother child|le&s;s,</L>
<L>That by her folly forfeited her Husband.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVas that your re&s;olution? but &s;uppo&s;e</L>
<L>He had denied all?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonz.</SPEAKER>
<L>All had then been nothing</L>
<L>But a Scandal to my mother and him&s;elf:</L>
<L>So good a Souldier would not be a lyer</L>
<L>To &s;ave an abject life.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sirrah, you are</L>
<L>His Ba&s;tard, not my &s;on, in doing this.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonza.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are my King, would I could &s;ay, my Father.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Within there!</L>
<STAGE>Enter Horatio.</STAGE>
<L><HI>Horatio,</HI> would you think it? this young &s;tripling</L>
<L>Takes part again&s;t me with that Traytor <HI>Sforza.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Does your Grace think &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Think &s;o? I know it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then I know it too: Think, did you &s;ay? I think 'twas time to think it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="71" REF="246">
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>I knew it not till now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>As I am true to th' Crown, ju&s;t now I knew it too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonz.</SPEAKER>
<L>O do not &s;o interpret, Royal Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>What can be &s;aid again&s;t it? has not his Grace &s;poke it?</L>
<L>What mu&s;t be done with him to plea&s;e your Maje&s;ty?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Convey him from my &s;ight, and let our Mar&s;hal</L>
<L><HI>Petruccio</HI> take him to &s;afe cu&s;tody,</L>
<L>Till our further plea&s;ure.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonz.</SPEAKER>
<L>My King, and Fa|ther.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hence with him I &s;ay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Great Sir, your mercy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Did not I tell your Maje&s;ty there was not,</L>
<L>But in the Queen, <HI>Petruccio,</HI> and my &s;elf,</L>
<L>True Loyaltie in the Court? Away you Traytor|ling.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonz.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, you are too &s;evere.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>What? in being true to th' Crown? O my Loyaltie!</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt with Gonzago.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="11" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. XI.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Alinda, Flavello.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>No news yet? no return?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>We &s;hall have, Madam.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>You made not choi&s;e of men of Re&s;olution.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>They were the &s;ame exa&s;perate ca&s;hier'd Souldiers</L>
<L>That &s;ware &s;o valiantly again&s;t <HI>Eulalia.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Many that pa&s;s for Souldiers dare &s;wear va|liantly,</L>
<L>That dare not fight.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>Many that dare not fight,</L>
<L><PB N="72" REF="247">
Dare do a murther Madam, &s;uch a tame one too.</L>
<L>I am confident they have kill'd her: however, I have done my be&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou ha&s;t done nothing whil&s;t that woman lives.</L>
<L>The work was not &s;o cour&s;e, that your own hand</L>
<L>Could have di&s;dain'd it, Sir, if you had lov'd me.</L>
<L>So leave me, negligent Fellow.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Flav.</SPEAKER>
<L>Her fir&s;t months Maje&s;ty hath wip'd out</L>
<L>The memorie of all her former dayes.</L>
<L>I mu&s;t not lo&s;e her though: this hand then &s;oon</L>
<L>Mu&s;t do the work, be 't not already done.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>How cheers my love? what ominous a&s;pect</L>
<L>Hath wrought this &s;ad Eclip&s;e upon that Beautie,</L>
<L>VVho&s;e radiancie onely is my life?</L>
<L>Ca&s;t by this veil of &s;adne&s;s: quit my fears,</L>
<L>And from my Browes wipe off a &s;core of years.</L>
<L>No? what mu&s;t then remove it? or di&s;pell</L>
<L>The&s;e Clouds, that from the angui&s;h of thy heart</L>
<L>Do ca&s;t this &s;hadow ore my happine&s;s?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mu&s;t not, will not name it: but you &s;aid</L>
<L>You would do &s;omething, which it &s;eems</L>
<L>Your wavering love neglects.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Can I neglect</L>
<L>A duty that belongs to my <HI>Alinda?</HI></L>
<L>Speak it again: and by my fir&s;t nights bli&s;s</L>
<L>I had with thee, by this ki&s;s, and by this,</L>
<L>Ile treble in performance all my promi&s;es.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Y' are dull in your performances: I will</L>
<L>Not name a reque&s;t the &s;econd time, although my life,</L>
<L>Your dignitie, and your Kingdoms &s;afetie,</L>
<L>Lie on the rack for 't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>She will not name 't again:</L>
<L>Her la&s;t reque&s;t was for the head of <HI>Sforza,</HI></L>
<L>Her arrogant proud Father, who&s;e perver&s;ne&s;s</L>
<L>Checq'd at her due promotion; and who&s;e life</L>
<L><PB N="73" REF="247">
Swolne up with Popularitie, was my danger,</L>
<L>Threatning no le&s;s then ruine on my State.</L>
<L>She will not name 't again, poor tender &s;oul,</L>
<L>Le&s;t &s;he might fall into th' interpretation</L>
<L>Of an unnatural child: yet for my &s;afetie,</L>
<L>She &s;uffers in de&s;ire to have it done.</L>
<L>I have prevented her de&s;ire, 'tis done:</L>
<L>I know <HI>Petruccio</HI> his Antagoni&s;t,</L>
<L>Who had my warrant and Signet for it,</L>
<L>VVould not be &s;lack in th' execution.</L>
<L>Come, &s;weet, be fearle&s;s: that which your mild good|ne&s;s</L>
<L>Is now &s;o timerous to name, is done.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is &s;he pur&s;u'd and put to death?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>What &s;he?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, I have &s;aid again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Sforza,</HI> my deare&s;t life, th' unnatural Homi|cide</L>
<L>That &s;ought thy life and mine, is put to death.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhat, my dear Father?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVas it not your De&s;ire?</L>
<STAGE>Enter Petruccio.</STAGE>
<L>Here comes &s;ure Te&s;timony: &s;peak <HI>Petruccio;</HI></L>
<L>I will not ask, Is 't done? but &s;peak the manner</L>
<L>How <HI>Sforza</HI> di'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>A &s;elf-wil'd ob&s;tinate man:</L>
<L>Such as he liv'd he di'd: and gracious Madam,</L>
<L>That a more bloody Spectacle &s;hould not move</L>
<L>Your tender nature to compunction, I brought</L>
<L>But this in&s;eparate Adjunct of his malicious Head</L>
<STAGE>[a Jewel]</STAGE>
<L>Again&s;t you, the King, and the whole Kingdoms good.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is a token mo&s;t infallible,</L>
<L>The Jewel that none but the cold hand of Death</L>
<L>Could ravi&s;h from him: 'Tis done:</L>
<L>The fear of him is like a &s;torm blown ore:</L>
<L>'Tis done but this is yet but part of that full &s;atis|faction</L>
<L><PB N="74" REF="248">
That mu&s;t confirm my &s;afetie: Pray my Lord,</L>
<STAGE>[&s;ide]</STAGE>
<L>You fatal in&s;trument of my Fathers blood,</L>
<L>Let me not look upon you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay <HI>Alinda,</HI></L>
<STAGE>Exit Petruccio.</STAGE>
<L>You mu&s;t not be &s;o &s;ad: your gentle &s;orrow</L>
<L>In tho&s;e ob&s;equious Tears expre&s;s'd, &s;hew nature</L>
<L>And Filial pietie as he was your Father:</L>
<L>But think upon your wrongs, my dangers, and your own.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Alas my Lord, think you withall, a Father</L>
<L>Is not &s;o early forgot. But &s;orrow leave me,</L>
<L>And do you give me leave to think, that now</L>
<L>It is no le&s;s a Childs part to embrace</L>
<L>Revenge then &s;orrow for a Fathers lo&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>How means my love?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>She lives that was his Ruine.</L>
<L>You may remember whom I mean: <HI>Eulalia.</HI></L>
<L>Till now, I had no Plea again&s;t her life:</L>
<L>Onely my care of you might wi&s;h her Death,</L>
<L>For your &s;ecurity. Her fowl Adultery</L>
<L>And &s;ecret Practices again&s;t your Crown,</L>
<L>Were nothing unto me, compar'd with this.</L>
<L>Now I have lo&s;t a Father: &s;he the cau&s;e:</L>
<L>He &s;uffers, &s;he &s;urvives: where are your Laws?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sweet, be content.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Content your &s;elf great Sir,</L>
<L>With your black infamie: &s;it down content</L>
<L>On your Maje&s;tick Throne, the Pre&s;ident</L>
<L>Of Capital contented Cuckolds, do,</L>
<L>Till all your Subjects dance the Hornpipe too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay dear <HI>Alinda,</HI> do but think&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Think what?</L>
<L>VVhat on a cour&s;e to be reveng'd on you?</L>
<L>To &s;erve you in that kind my &s;elf?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kin.</SPEAKER>
<L>O torment!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Or rather, let me think your lu&s;tful purpo&s;e</L>
<L>VVas but to rob me of my Virgin-Honour.</L>
<L><PB N="75" REF="248">
And that you put her by but for a time,</L>
<L>Until my youth had quench'd your Appetite;</L>
<L>Then to recal her home to your embraces.</L>
<L>She is your wife it &s;eems then &s;till: not I.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have awak'd me from a Lethargie</L>
<L>In which I was confounded: now I &s;ee</L>
<L>She and mine Honour cannot live at once:</L>
<L>She dies, <HI>Alinda.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>And you may con&s;ider</L>
<L>A little further yet Sir, if you plea&s;e:</L>
<L>You Father and maintain a Son (your own</L>
<L>I cannot &s;afely &s;ay, and therefore more</L>
<L>Is my vexation) who demeans him&s;elf</L>
<L>Not towards me, like one that were your wife.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hee's al&s;o doom'd already, my <HI>Alinda.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>It may prevent a greater &s;trife hereafter,</L>
<L>Should he but live t'inherit Lands and Titles</L>
<L>That mu&s;t belong to yours and my &s;ucce&s;&s;ion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thy wi&s;dom in&s;pir'd me: all &s;hall be</L>
<L>(Be thou but my <HI>Alinda)</HI> rul'd by thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Seal you that Grant: with this ki&s;s I Seal mine:</L>
<L>My glories were eclips'd, but now they &s;hine.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT. IV.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. I.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Poggio, Lollio, two Countrey-men with Eulalia.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Y'Are welcome Friends, your prayers and good wi&s;hes</L>
<L>Are comforts to me, yet without danger of the Proclamation.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam, the Court in all the Braverie</L>
<L>It boa&s;ts and borrows, cannot &s;o rejoyce</L>
<L><PB N="76" REF="249">
In the bright &s;hining Beauty of their Queen,</L>
<L>As we in your enjoying in this plainne&s;s.</L>
<L>Their Bells, and Bonfires, Tilts and Tournaments,</L>
<L>Their Fea&s;ts and Banquets, Mu&s;icks and co&s;tly &s;hews</L>
<L>(How ere unpaid for) &s;hall not outpa&s;s our loves.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be you as confident, I will not wrong</L>
<L>A man among you: therefore pray re&s;erve</L>
<L>What is your own, and warrant your own &s;afety.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pogg.</SPEAKER>
<L>But how you'll live, we know not: we are now</L>
<L>In our old former Health: the Countrey's cur'd,</L>
<L>Your Practice at an end: unle&s;s you had</L>
<L>The common gift of mo&s;t Phy&s;itians,</L>
<L>To make as many &s;ick, as you make &s;ound,</L>
<L>You will not find a Patient in &s;even years.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>But I have other Arts: &s;ufficient skill</L>
<L>In works of &s;everal kinds, the Needle, Loome,</L>
<L>The Wheel, the Frame, the Net-Pin: and choice of</L>
<L>Fingers works are mo&s;t familiar with me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>And can you handle the Bobbins well, good Woman?</L>
<L>Make &s;tatute-Lace? you &s;hall have my Daughter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pogg.</SPEAKER>
<L>And mine, to make Tape-Purles: can you do it?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, and teach all your children works to live on.</L>
<L>The which, together with my own labour,</L>
<L>May bring &s;ufficient for my maintenance:</L>
<L>Without the idle help of Begging, Borrowing,</L>
<L>Or any way infringing the Kings Command.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>You'l have a help beyond him&s;elf, but bor|rowing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Something I have in Book, to help their know|ledge,</L>
<L>And by practi&s;e give them literature.</L>
<L>Then when the&s;e &s;erious works and &s;tudies toil us,</L>
<L><PB N="77" REF="249">
For Recreation, yet with equal skil,</L>
<L>VVee'l practice divers In&s;truments, Songs and mea|&s;ures,</L>
<L>That &s;hall invite the Powers above to &s;mile</L>
<L>On the content of which we them beguile.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well Mi&s;tris, ours is the voice of the whole Countrey;</L>
<L>All which, or what you plea&s;e of it, is yours:</L>
<L>Take this Hou&s;e: make your choice of &s;ervants.</L>
<L>Take our children: make your own Rates for their Education.</L>
<L>Our Pur&s;es and our lives are free to you:</L>
<L>Get what you can, that's your own: will this plea&s;e you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes gentle Friends, and with a&s;much content</L>
<L>As ere I found in height of Government.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>Take your po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion then: and let</L>
<L>Po&s;teritie record, that without grieving</L>
<L>A Royal Queen once Traded for her living.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. II.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Curate.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L>Eho, oh, io, where is my learned &s;i&s;ter?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why &s;eem you &s;o di&s;tracted?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Proh Sancto Jupiter!</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Alas what is the matter?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Hei mihi Qua|lis erat?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Talis erat qualem nunquam vidi.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sure, &s;ure, his Scholars have over-Ma|&s;ter'd him, and whipt him out of his wits.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Corpus inane animae,</HI> hold thy peace.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray &s;peak, what chance has happened?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Non e&s;t narr andi locus:</HI> Go forth and &s;ee. Th'
<PB N="78" REF="250">
enraged Rurals are in an uproar lowd, each one an <HI>Hercules furens,</HI> a <HI>formidabilis formidandus Ho&s;tis</HI> and quite again&s;t the Law</P>
<L>Of <HI>no&s;trum e&s;t injuriam non inferre,</HI></L>
<L>Are on the point of making them&s;elves merry,</L>
<L>In hanging tho&s;e ill de&s;tin'd men by th' neck</L>
<L>That &s;ought &s;o late to give your neck the check.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>O let us flie to re&s;cue them.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet I hope</L>
<L>Your ha&s;t will bring you &s;hort to cut the Rope.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. III.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Lollio, Poggio, and guard, with Fabio and Strozza.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>Bring 'em away to pre&s;ent execution:</L>
<L>They have lien too long upon the Countreys charge.</L>
<L>We have given 'em bread and water a whole for|night.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fab.</SPEAKER>
<L>You dare not do't: what Law are we con|demn'd by?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dare we not do't? that word's an hanging matter</L>
<L>Here in our Civil Government: dare not do 't Sir?</L>
<L>VVee'l do't; and when 'tis done, wee'l argue Law with you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stroz.</SPEAKER>
<L>When you have tane our lives, you'l lay the</L>
<L>Law to us: you cannot be &s;o Barbarous.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>Impudent Traytors! how dare you &s;ay we cannot? yet becau&s;e we graciou&s;ly are pleas'd to put the Law out of our hands, and make you hang your &s;elves, Ile give you Rea&s;on: Silence on your lives. Fir&s;t, know, lewd men, y' are Traytors to the King, In offering to be wi&s;er then his Judgement, Which was but Bani&s;hment to the good <HI>Eulalia:</HI></P>
<L><PB N="79" REF="250">
Seeking mo&s;t Trayterou&s;ly to take the life</L>
<L>Of (I do not &s;ay the Queen, but) the Kings wife</L>
<L>Of mo&s;t happy memory.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fab.</SPEAKER>
<L>The good <HI>Eulalia?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stroz.</SPEAKER>
<L>the Kings wife?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>That was:</L>
<L>You &s;hall not catch us tripping Sir,</L>
<L>VVe are more than your match.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good I do &s;ay &s;he is, and good again</L>
<L>I dare pronounce he <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 word"> that by dayly pain</L>
<L>VVorks for her dayly bread: and for bare hire,</L>
<L>Teacheth our children &s;o, that we admire:</L>
<L>The Infants who have under&s;tanding more</L>
<L>Then we their Parents have, or then</L>
<L>Our Fore-fathers before us had.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>But brother <HI>Lollio,</HI> make not your &s;peech &s;o long: what is 't to them? they'l carry none on 't to th' 'other world: let's do what we came to do, e'en hang 'em. Then, as I &s;aid, wee'l argle it afterwards.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>But brother <HI>Poggio,</HI> better 'tis they live</L>
<L>A minute two or three, then &s;uch a Speech</L>
<L>As I am now upon, be lo&s;t.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Lodovico, Pedro, Curate, Andrea, Eulalia.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>See what y' have won by your delay! if &s;he prevent not now</L>
<L>The good we meant her, I dare hang for 'm.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>In tempore venimus</HI> with a Reprieve, <HI>quod omnium Rerum e&s;t Primum.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Alas, what mean you neighbours? would you now</L>
<L>For all my labours and my Prayers for you,</L>
<L>Bla&s;t me with cur&s;es of expiring men?</L>
<L>What tre&s;pa&s;s have I done you, that for me</L>
<L>You put the&s;e men to death again&s;t my will?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fab. Stroz.</SPEAKER>
<L>We do applaud your mercy, gracious Queen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="80" REF="251">
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>There now, there they de&s;erve hanging for that:</L>
<L>They call you Queen, again&s;t the Proclamation.</L>
<L>Dare you maintain 'em in't, and now &s;peak for 'em?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, I condemn their faults, and blame their lives;</L>
<L>But have nor Power nor will to judge the men:</L>
<L>You have the will; but to a&s;&s;ume the Power,</L>
<L>You take the Kings Right from him: you tran&s;gre&s;&s;e</L>
<L>As much his Laws in &s;pilling of their blood,</L>
<L>As they had done in mine, had they prevail'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>They do not intend to &s;pill their blood, Countrey woman, they would but &s;trangle them: never pierce the skin, nor make 'm an hair wor&s;e men, if you con&s;ider rightly what they are.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>But to the point. This is the All and &s;ome: We meant you a good turn, and for your &s;ake t' have hang'd 'em right or wrong. Now &s;ince you will needs &s;tand in your own highway of womens wi&s;dom, which is wilfulne&s;s</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(Cur.</SPEAKER>
<P>A mo&s;t Elegant Figure!) Let'em and plea&s;e you come to the Gallows another day for killing you out right: who can help it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oraculou&s;ly &s;poken: which of the Sages could &s;aid more?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis not unknown to you, that I can &s;peak like a Sage, and am one of the Sages of our Precinct here for the Laytie, though your learning lie another way among us. I am a Sage, and will be a Sage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;o am I, and will be: and but that wi&s;e woman, which is as much to &s;ay as a fool for her la|bour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<P>Another elegant Figure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>But that, I &s;ay, &s;he has gain-&s;aid it, we would; yet to &s;hew our &s;elves Sages, hang 'em up for Scarcrowes, to fright all their fellows for coming from Court to kill women in the Countrey.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="81" REF="251">
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>O how I love a Sage! how many Sages do you allow in your Precinct?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>Some three or four main Heads: we have now only <HI>Pedro, Poggio</HI> and my &s;elf:</P>
<L>But we have many Powers under us:</L>
<L>The&s;e now are Powers that execute our Commands.</L>
<L>There is as much difference between a Sage and a Power,</L>
<L>As between a Judge and a Hangman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>But is not the learned Curate a Sage among&s;t ye?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, as I &s;aid before, their learning lies another way: we allow not our Clergie any Tem|poral Offices, for rea&s;ons known unto our &s;elves.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray let me have a Sages place among&s;t ye then: I long to be a Sage.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>Brother <HI>Andrea,</HI> you &s;hall have my voice in your Election.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sage Brother <HI>Lollio,</HI> I thank you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L>But will ye now, if <HI>mi&s;ericordially</HI></L>
<L>This gracious Foeminine pre&s;erve your lives</L>
<STAGE>Ex ore lupi,</STAGE>
<L>from the Gallow Tree,</L>
<L>Become new men indeed?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know they will</L>
<L>When they con&s;ider the mo&s;t dangerous &s;in,</L>
<L>That threw them on their de&s;perate Attempt,</L>
<L>And their e&s;cape from merited Puni&s;hment,</L>
<L>They cannot be &s;o gracele&s;s, not to turn</L>
<L>To a reformed life: Fir&s;t know, yong men,</L>
<L>Your former Act 'gain&s;t me an Innocent,</L>
<L>Was Perjurie by which I fell, yet flouri&s;h.</L>
<L>Con&s;ider there how black and fowl your Sin</L>
<L>Is rendred by my Chry&s;tal innocence:</L>
<L>Your next Attempt again&s;t me, was blacker, Murder,</L>
<L>The very word &s;ounds horrow.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Stroz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Gentle Madam,</L>
<L>Name it not then: but by your &s;acred mercy,</L>
<L>Acquit us of the Doom which we &s;o ju&s;tly</L>
<L>Have drawn upon our &s;elves: and we will &s;pend</L>
<L><PB N="82" REF="252">
Our lives in rendring &s;atisfaction</L>
<L>To your abu&s;ed goodne&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is &s;erious.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fab.</SPEAKER>
<P>Or may the earth on which we kneel for favour,</P>
<L>Forc'd by the weight of our dete&s;ted Sins, open.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Amb.</SPEAKER>
<L>Quick devour us.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>So, enough:</L>
<L>Ile take your words.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>But now you mu&s;t reveal</L>
<L>By whom you have been wrought to the&s;e fowl Practices.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fab.</SPEAKER>
<P>All, wee'l di&s;cover all, though ju&s;tly then we pay our lives to Law.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good neighbours, <HI>Lollio, Poggio,</HI> and <HI>Andrea,</HI> conduct them to my Hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L>My &s;elf al&s;o will to be their &s;ecurer con|voy go,</L>
<L>For fear the Ru&s;ticks may pre&s;ume again</L>
<L>To &s;tretch the&s;e penitent necks with halter &s;train.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;hall do well: I thank your Charity.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well, &s;ince in the&s;e we are prevented thus,</L>
<L>Come more, wee'l hang 'em, or they &s;hall hang us.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Make me but once a Sage, and then fear nothing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pogg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou &s;halt be one next Se&s;&s;ions, without all peradventure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>When we have tane the&s;e mens confe&s;&s;ions,</L>
<L>Ile write at large each pa&s;&s;age to the King,</L>
<L>Again&s;t the good <HI>Eulalia's</HI> will or knowledge</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile be your faithful Me&s;&s;enger, my Lord.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thanks my good <HI>Pedro:</HI> but remember Silence.</L>
<L>So deep in thought good Madam?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<P>Never enough in contemplation of my Hap|pine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is your Heavenly mind that &s;weetens all things.</P>
<STAGE><PB N="83" REF="252">
Enter one of the Countreymen.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pogg.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat's the matter man?</P>
<P>Doubtle&s;s and without all peradventure, more miracles.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pogg.</SPEAKER>
<P>The news, good neighbour.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Countr.</SPEAKER>
<P>O neigbours <HI>Poggio</HI> and <HI>Lollio,</HI> &s;uch a news, &s;uch a Di&s;coverie, &s;uch a thing is come to pa&s;s, &s;uch a bu&s;ine&s;s is come to light, as your hearts never heard, your Tongues never thought, nor your ears ever utter'd: you cannot hear it, but it will drown you in a Sea of Admiration, never to ri&s;e again in your right wits.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now am I mad till I hear it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou &s;halt tell me fir&s;t whether it be good or bad, or Ile not hear it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Countr.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is good or bad I a&s;&s;ure you: and there|fore you may be gone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mean which is it? good or bad?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Countr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ay it is good and bad: and you may both &s;tay and be gone, hear it or hear it not, an't' plea&s;e you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay thou art in thy Jibes now: how good or how bad is thy news?</P>
<L>I pray thee neighbour, I do pray thee how good or bad is it?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Countr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay then it is neither good nor bad, but both: the be&s;t and the wor&s;t that ever you heard in your life, and the wor&s;t &s;hall out fir&s;t: what do you think of the woman that we have got among us?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who, the holy woman? that we are all &s;o bound to pray for? I hope no ill's betide her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Countr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, &s;hee's a witch: flatly and plainly &s;aid to be a witch.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="84" REF="253">
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>Did not I tell you &s;he was an unknown woman, and therefore a good one, quoth you? but &s;ay I, doubt|le&s;ly; and without all peradventure, all that &s;he did was but a kind of witchcraft.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>It cannot, fie, it cannot be: how is &s;he found &s;o? <HI>Countr.</HI> I do not &s;ay &s;hee's found a witch, but &s;he's accus'd for one.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>By whom is &s;he accus'd?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Countr.</SPEAKER>
<L>By two brave men at Arms that came from Court</L>
<L>VVith purpo&s;e to have kill'd her for the &s;ame.</L>
<L>To be &s;hort, They found her out, and naked &s;words they drew:</L>
<L>But as they thought to have thru&s;t her through and through,</L>
<L>They both dead Pal&s;ie-&s;truck fall to the ground.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Countr.</SPEAKER>
<L>And had no &s;trength but of their Tongues to wound</L>
<L>The Fame &s;he had.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>Vertue can want no Foes,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Count.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVith that they cryed &s;he was a witch, and &s;wore</L>
<L>She al&s;o was that Queen which for a whore</L>
<L>The King had turn'd away.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is indeed the be&s;t news thou could&s;t bring.</P>
<P>Now doubtle&s;ly and without all peradventure, 'tis the Queen indeed: and if &s;he be not a witch, I am &s;orry I thought &s;o, with all my heart: where be tho&s;e men? wee'l hang'm pre&s;ently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Countr.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, the Queen, if &s;he be the Queen, will not have them hurt more then they be: we wete about to execute 'em: but &s;he would not &s;uffer it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>Goodne&s;s it &s;elf!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay without all peradventure, if there be goodne&s;s above ground, I &s;aid, and I &s;ay it again, 'tis in that woman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Countr.</SPEAKER>
<P>She would have cur'd 'em pre&s;ently her &s;elf: but could not do't, becau&s;e the cruel Caitifs
<PB N="85" REF="253">
would not confe&s;&s;e their &s;ins, as &s;he made us, you know, before her gift could cure us: by the &s;ame token I &s;uffered an hours torment that I might have &s;cap'd, becau&s;e I was &s;o loath to bring out that naughtie bu&s;ine&s;s betwixt me and the Millers wife.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twas well you confe&s;s'd at la&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Countr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, and they will be glad to confe&s;s, before they be able to &s;tir hand or foot, I warrant: and &s;o I told 'm when I lodg'd 'em both lovingly together upon &s;traw in my Barn, too good for 'em; and &s;o I told 'em too, for being Traytors to her Holine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>But where's our Holy woman?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>Our Queen wee'l call her now, without all peradventure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>Coming this way to her Court-Cottage here, but very &s;lowly, though our two new neighbours make the be&s;t way they can for her through the Peo|ple that pre&s;s upon her &s;o with thanks and offerings for their new Healths: but &s;he takes not &s;o much for curing of a thou&s;and mortal People, as I have &s;pent in Turpentine and Tarre to keep my Flocklings cleanly in a Spring time. Hark, &s;he comes: this is her Mu&s;ick where ere &s;he goes.</P>
<STAGE>[Shout within.]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heaven ble&s;s our Holy woman.</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="4" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. III.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Lodovico, Eulalia, Andrea.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Depart good neighbours, good people all de|part: &s;hee'l come abroad again to morrow.</L>
<L><HI>Within</HI> Heaven ble&s;s our Holy woman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>She thanks you all good People, pray de|part,</L>
<L>To morrow you &s;hall have the &s;econd part:</L>
<L>She &s;hall appear again unto you; pray depart,</L>
<L>The men in Peace, the Wives in quietne&s;s,</L>
<L><PB N="86" REF="254">
And let your bigger children &s;till the le&s;s.</L>
<STAGE>[All within.]</STAGE>
<L>Heaven ble&s;s our Holy woman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>So, now the Hubbub's gone: I pray pa&s;s on.</L>
<L>I &s;hall be as weary of the Cottage, as of the Court,</L>
<L>If this noi&s;e hold: here's thru&s;ting and crowding</L>
<L>As much as there, onely here they have le&s;s Pride.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVas ever comfort in the Court like this?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>I never liv'd till now.</L>
<STAGE>Enter three country-men more.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here come more of our weather-headed wi&s;e neighbours.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>Heaven ble&s;s our Holy woman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1.</SPEAKER>
<L>Heaven ble&s;s your Holine&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay then Heaven ble&s;s our Sacred Soveraign.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>This Homage fits not me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1.</SPEAKER>
<L>We had not liv'd but by your &s;acred means;</L>
<L>And will no longer live then be your Subjects.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>You go about to ca&s;t away your lives:</L>
<L>In &s;erving or in &s;uccouring me, you fall</L>
<L>Into Rebellion again&s;t the King.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2.</SPEAKER>
<L>We have no King nor Queen but you.</L>
<L>Heaven ble&s;s your Maje&s;ty.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Heaven ble&s;s your Maje&s;tie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>That was pronounc'd bravely; O my brave new neighbours!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Y' are Traytors All.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1.</SPEAKER>
<L>In honouring our Soveraign?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>I, well &s;aid, hold her to it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>How dare you call me &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVe dare, and can prove it good and lawful.</L>
<L>This Province is engag'd unto you Madam,</L>
<L>The King made it your Joynture: and we find</L>
<L>No rea&s;on but you in&s;tantly po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhat, and the King alive?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="87" REF="254">
<SPEAKER>1.</SPEAKER>
<L>He's dead to you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, yes, he's dead to you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVell &s;aid again: that's a &s;ound point, be|&s;worn</L>
<L>The&s;e be true Blades.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>I tremble but to hear you,</L>
<L>And will not live an hour among&s;t you more</L>
<L>But with this freedom, To u&s;e my fair obedience to the King.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;hall obey the King then, and we'll obey your Maje&s;ty.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>O let that Title die with my late Fortune:</L>
<L>Remember it no more, but let me be</L>
<L>As one of you; nay rather, an Inferior,</L>
<L>Or I from this abiding mu&s;t remove:</L>
<L>Of which I fir&s;t made choice in truth for love.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>3.</SPEAKER>
<L>O Madam!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Take heed good neighbours,</L>
<L>Beware how you give Dignitie or Title; therein you may tran&s;gre&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2.</SPEAKER>
<L>No whit good Madam. Ob&s;erve the Dialect of France,</L>
<L>And you &s;hall find Madam given there in Courte&s;ie,</L>
<L>To women of low Fortunes, unto whom</L>
<L>'Tis held a poore addition, though great Queens</L>
<L>Do grace and make it Royal.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis then the Greatne&s;s of</L>
<L>The Per&s;on dignifies the Titles, not it the Per&s;on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1.</SPEAKER>
<L>And in that, Madam, you are in your content</L>
<L>Above all Title's proper to great Princes:</L>
<L>But &s;etting this a&s;ide, how thrive your Scholars?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>We go fairly on. <STAGE><HI>[Enter</HI> 1. <HI>Girl.]</HI></STAGE> look you Sir,</L>
<L>Here's one that knew no letter in the Book</L>
<L>Within the&s;e ten days, can read hitherto,</L>
<L>And waits for a new le&s;&s;on: proceed hither&mdash;</L>
<L>And at your hour Ile hear you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Girl.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Yes for|&s;ooth Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> 2. <HI>Girl.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Girl, well &s;aid: nay, nay, hold up your head: &s;o, &s;o, 'tis very well: let's &s;ee your Samplar:
<PB N="88" REF="255">
what an hearts ea&s;e is here! <HI>Lod.</HI> Right in its per|fect Colours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay &s;hee'l do well: now take me out this Flower. Keep your work clean, and you &s;hall be a good Maid. <STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> 3. <HI>Girl.</HI></STAGE> Now where's your writing book?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>3. <HI>Girl,</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis here for|&s;ooth. Pray &s;hall I haye a Joyn-hand Copy next?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<P>No child, you mu&s;t not Joyn-hand yet: you mu&s;t your letters and your minums better fir&s;t. Take heed, you may Joyn-hand too &s;oon, and &s;o mar all: &s;till youth de&s;ires to be too forward. Go take your Lute, and let me hear you &s;ing the la&s;t I taught you.</P>
<STAGE>[Song]</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> 4. <HI>Girls.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="5" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. IV.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Doctor and Midwife.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whither do you pre&s;s? who would you &s;peak withall?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Doctor.</SPEAKER>
<L>O Sir, for Charity &s;ake give us acce&s;s unto the holy woman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who are you? or from whence?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Doct.</SPEAKER>
<P>We are poor Pilgrims man and wife, that are upon our way &s;truck with &s;ad pain and &s;orrow.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Alas poor Pilgrims! here's &s;he mu&s;t do you good.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<P>How divine Ju&s;tice throwes my Enemies in|to my hands? what are your griefes?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Doct.</SPEAKER>
<L>My wife is &s;truck with dumbne&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hold a little,</L>
<L>That's the greate&s;t grief a woman can endure:</L>
<L>But trouble not thy &s;elf to &s;eek for cure.</L>
<L>Too many a man i'th' world will change with thee</L>
<L>A wife that of her Language is too free,</L>
<L>And give good Boot.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray Sir be you &s;ilent.</L>
<L>And where's your pain?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Doct.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here in this hand;</L>
<L><PB N="89" REF="255">
Which I de&s;ire to &s;hew in &s;ome more privacie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Becau&s;e your Blow cannot be &s;afely given here, you think.</L>
<L>O &s;inful wretch! thou had&s;t no pain till now;</L>
<L>Nor was &s;he dumb till divine Providence</L>
<L>Now at this in&s;tant &s;truck her. It is now</L>
<L>Ju&s;t as thou &s;ai&s;t: and ju&s;tly are you puni&s;hed</L>
<L>For treacherous counterfeits. <HI>Lodowick</HI> &s;earch his hand.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>His hand is wither'd, and lets fall a Knife.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>As &s;harp to do a mi&s;chief as ere was felt on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now take off his fal&s;e Beard: &s;ee if you know him,</L>
<L>And let the woman be unmuffled.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>O Divels!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>O the la&s;t couple that came out of Hell!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>The&s;e are the other two that damn'd them|&s;elves</L>
<L>In perjurie again&s;t you at your Tryal.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>How do you ma&s;ter Doctor, and Mi&s;tre&s;s Midwife?</L>
<L>Is this the Pen your Doctor&s;hip pre&s;cribes with?</L>
<L>This might &s;oon write that might cure all di&s;ea&s;es:</L>
<L>And are the&s;e the Labours you go to, Mi&s;tre&s;s Mid|night?</L>
<L>VVould you bring women to bed this way?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omn.</SPEAKER>
<L>O damnable con&s;pirators!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray take 'm hence, their time 's not come for cure yet.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come away Pilgrims: we'll cure 'em for you,</L>
<L>If your own &s;alves can cure you: O my &s;weet Pil|grims.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fough, they &s;tink of Trea&s;on damnably</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhat, &s;hall we hang'm? drown 'em? or burn 'em?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1.</SPEAKER>
<L>They &s;hall ta&s;te fortie deaths, then take their own.</L>
<PB N="90" REF="256">
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, come away with 'em: they &s;hall die fortie times without peradventure,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall lo&s;e me, if you do any violence to any of 'em: but let'm be lodg'd with tho&s;e we took to day: Ile feed 'em all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>They'l be a jolly com|pany.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray do as I intreat.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>3.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;hall in all command us.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile make my Barn a &s;pittle for your con&s;pira|tors till it be top full, and then &s;et fire on't, and plea&s;e you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do you no harm, and fear none: &s;end your Children.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Omn.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Long live our Queen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Queen? have you a mind to be hang'd?</L>
<L>Queen? have you a mind to be hang'd?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omn.</SPEAKER>
<L>our School-Mi&s;tre&s;s, we would &s;ay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVe live &s;ecure in &s;pight of Foes: and &s;ee,</L>
<L>Where Heaven protects, in vain is Treacherie:</L>
<L>VVho &s;ays out State is low, or that I fell</L>
<L>When I was put from Court? I did not ri&s;e</L>
<L>Till then, nor was advanc'd till now. I &s;ee</L>
<L>Heaven plants me 'bove the reach of Treachery.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>O happie, happie Saint!</L>
<STAGE>Ex. Ru&s;tici with Doct. and Midwife.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="6" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. V.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Flavello, alias Alphon&s;o, with a Letter to Eulalia, Poggio and Lollio following.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>I would &s;he had a Councel: &s;he &s;hall have a Councel,</L>
<L>And we will be the Heads thereof,</L>
<L>Though I be put to the pains to be Pre&s;ident my &s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is mo&s;t requi&s;ite for her &s;afety: her danger may be great.</L>
<L><PB N="91" REF="256">
A good guard then in my opinion were more requi|rable.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis well con&s;ider'd: &s;he &s;hall have a Guard too: and we will be the limbs thereof, though I be put to the trouble of Captain on't my &s;elf.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>You will put on all Offices, yet count 'em pain and trouble.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, and perform 'em too here in our Court of Con&s;cience, for here's no other profit to hinder the Dutie: let them above do what they li&s;t; we will have as much care of our School-Mi&s;tre&s;s, as they of their <HI>Semiramis:</HI> I &s;peak no Trea&s;on nor no trifles neither, if you mark it. But &s;he mu&s;t never know this care of ours, She'll urge the Statute of Relief again&s;t it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is &s;ome Courtier &s;ure that's with her; he &s;mells illfavordly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>That made me dog him hither.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;hall not have her out of &s;ight, that's certain.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor out of reach neither: a mi&s;chief's quickly done.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Super&s;cription, nor any names unto it. <HI>Mo&s;t Royal and mo&s;t wronged Soveraign Mi&s;tre&s;s:</HI> (that mu&s;t needs be me.) <HI>Be happily a&s;&s;ured your Re&s;tauration is at hand; And by no le&s;s means then by her Death that u&s;urps your Dignitie:</HI> (a plain con&s;piracie again&s;t <HI>Alinda</HI> in my be|half.) <HI>All &s;hall be determined at</HI> Nico&s;ia, <HI>by</HI></P>
<P><HI>Your Loyal Servants.</HI></P>
<P>Namele&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<P>You know not the contents then, and are bound by Oath you &s;ay not to reveal the &s;enders of this Letter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alph.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is mo&s;t true: onely thus much I tell you, they are your noble and be&s;t cho&s;en Friends.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heaven! can it be, that men in my re&s;pect can plunge into &s;uch danger?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="92" REF="257">
<SPEAKER>Alph.</SPEAKER>
<L>So Madam, this being all I had in charge,</L>
<L>I mu&s;t crave leave (indeed I do not like this</L>
<L>Oportunitie, nor well the countenances of the&s;e Hobnols.</L>
<STAGE>[a&s;ide]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are no me&s;&s;enger of &s;uch ill Tidings</L>
<L>To part &s;o &s;lightly: indeed you &s;hall not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alph.</SPEAKER>
<L>She's honied with the newes: I have al|ready</L>
<L>Madam my Reward, and will no longer &s;tay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then I mu&s;t &s;ay, you &s;hall &s;tay: or Ile &s;end</L>
<L>A cry as loud as Trea&s;on after you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alph.</SPEAKER>
<L>You'l wrong your&s;elf and Friends then.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omn.</SPEAKER>
<L>You wrong your &s;elf Sir, and we charge you &s;tay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alph.</SPEAKER>
<L>By the command of Pea&s;ants?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>How! you choplogical Ra&s;cal, Pea&s;ants!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>Down with him into utter darkne&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>No-violence good Friends: but if you will detain him</L>
<L>Till I give order for his libertie,</L>
<L>You do the State good &s;ervice.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>May it do you Service?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>The State is finely &s;erv'd already.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Me mo&s;t of all.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hell cannot hold him fa&s;ter then.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alph.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam, hear me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mad A&s;&s;e, hold your prating till &s;he calls you:</L>
<L>Mean time you are fa&s;t: 'twas time we were a Councel or a Guard.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exeunt</HI> with <HI>Alphon&s;o.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>I thank thee Providence, I dreamed not of &s;uch ready help.</L>
<L>I am &s;truck through with wonder at this Letter:</L>
<L>I could not at the fir&s;t but think't a Bayt</L>
<L>To catch my willingne&s;s to &s;uch an Act;</L>
<L>Or Gullerie to mock my Hopes or wi&s;hes,</L>
<L>In ca&s;e I had &s;uch: therefore I de&s;ired</L>
<L>The Me&s;&s;engers re&s;traint from being my Relator:</L>
<L>But now a &s;trong Belief po&s;&s;e&s;&s;es me,</L>
<L>A <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">oble Fury has &s;tirr'd up &s;ome Friends</L>
<L><PB N="93" REF="257">
To this high enterprize: whereby I gather</L>
<L>My cau&s;e is weigh'd above, whence I &s;hall &s;ee</L>
<L>How well my patience over-rules my wrong,</L>
<L>And my Foes ruin'd with mine Honours &s;afety.</L>
<L>But let my better Judgement weigh tho&s;e thoughts,</L>
<L>I do not &s;eek revenge, why &s;hall I &s;uffer it?</L>
<L>My cau&s;ele&s;s injuries have brought me Honour,</L>
<L>And 'tis her &s;hame to hear of my mi&s;-hap.</L>
<L>And if by Treachery &s;he fall, the world</L>
<L>Will judge me acce&s;&s;arie, as I were indeed</L>
<L>In this foreknowledge of the foul intent,</L>
<L>Should I conceal it.</L>
<L>Then here's the trembling doubt which way to take&punc;</L>
<L>Whether to ri&s;e by her De&s;truction,</L>
<L>Or &s;ink my Friends, di&s;covering their pretence.</L>
<L>Friends have no Priviledge to be treacherous:</L>
<L>She is my Soveraignes wife, his chief content;</L>
<L>Of which to rob him, were an act of horrour</L>
<L>Committed on him&s;elf. The que&s;tion's then,</L>
<L>Whether it be more foul ingratitude</L>
<L>To unknown Friends, and for an act of Sin,</L>
<L>Then to be treacherous to the Prince I love?</L>
<L>It is re&s;olv'd: Ile once more &s;ee the Court.</L>
<STAGE>Lollio, Poggio and Countreymen return.</STAGE>
<L>O my good Patrons, I mu&s;t now intreat</L>
<L>Means for my Journey to attend the King,</L>
<L>On a di&s;coverie for the pre&s;ent &s;afetie</L>
<L>Of his fair Queen: &s;he will be murder'd el&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>And let her go: we have &s;hut up your news-bringer &s;afe enough, will keep you by your favour, &s;hort enough from hindring &s;uch a work.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<P>Dear Friends, a &s;mall matter will prevent this world of dangers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>Would you have us to become Traytors, to</L>
<L>Supply your wants again&s;t the Proclamation?</L>
<L>If you be well, remain &s;o: your Iudu&s;try</L>
<L>Can keep you here: but for a Journey, that</L>
<L><PB N="94" REF="258">
Requires Hor&s;es and Attendants: money mu&s;t he had&punc;</L>
<L>Which we have not for &s;uch an idle purpo&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>O hear me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>Will you neglect your Hou&s;e and Trade to meddle any more with State-matters?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>And bring our necks in danger to a&s;&s;i&s;t you?</L>
<L>Let your own coun&s;ell advi&s;e you to &s;tay.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="7" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. VI.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter King, Petruccio.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>How died the Boy?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Gonzago</HI> Sir, your Son?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Son, my Son? you urge the name of Son</L>
<L>To work remor&s;e within me, when I ask</L>
<L>How died that Ba&s;tard Boy; no Son of mine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>His la&s;t words that he &s;pake to me, were the&s;e;</L>
<L>Go, tell the King my Father, that his frown</L>
<L>Hath pierc'd my heart: tell him, if all his Land</L>
<L>Be peopled with obedient hearts like mine,</L>
<L>He needs no lawes to &s;econd his di&s;plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>To make a general Depopulation:</L>
<L>But that he may not lo&s;e &s;o much, I pray</L>
<L>That in my Death his mi&s;&s;e-plac'd anger die,</L>
<L>And that his wrath have double force 'gain&s;t tho&s;e</L>
<L>That to his Per&s;on and his Laws are Foes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Did he &s;ay &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>And then, as if the Spirit of Prayer</L>
<L>Had onely been habitual in his &s;oul,</L>
<L>He did implore Heaven's goodne&s;s to come down,</L>
<L>Lifting him hence to &s;hine upon your Crown.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Boy yet might be mine, though <HI>Sforza</HI> might have wrong'd me by the By.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<P>This done, he pray'd me leave the Roome. I wept: In &s;ooth I could-not chu&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="95" REF="258">
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, well, you wept, return'd, and found him dead in's Bed you &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, in &s;o &s;weet a Po&s;ture, as no Statuarie</L>
<L>With be&s;t of skill on mo&s;t immaculate Marble</L>
<L>Could fa&s;hion him an Image purer, &s;lighter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>No more.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>I found his &s;tretch'd-out fingers which &s;o lately</L>
<L>Had clos'd his eyes, &s;till moi&s;tned with his tears;</L>
<L>And on his either cheek a tear undryed,</L>
<L>Which &s;hone like Stars.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>It &s;eems he wept and died.</L>
<L>Prithee no more: I cannot though forget</L>
<L>My threatnings were too &s;harp: I mu&s;t forget it.</L>
<L>I charge you that you leavy up our Army</L>
<L>Again&s;t tho&s;e Rebels that we hear give &s;uccour</L>
<L>Unto the wretched cau&s;e of all my mi&s;chiefes,</L>
<L>That hated ill-liv'd woman.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="8" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. VII.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Horatio.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>O my dread liege?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>The matter? &s;peaks; how does the Queen?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>O the &s;weet Queen! I fear, I fear, I fear.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>What fear&s;t thou? &s;peak the wor&s;t I charge thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I fear &s;he has a Moonflaw in her brains:</L>
<L>She chides and fights that none can look upon her.</L>
<L>Her Fathers Gho&s;t, in her I think: here &s;he comes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Where's this King? this King of Clouts,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fearful effect of Pride!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>This &s;hadow of a King, that &s;tands &s;et up</L>
<L>As in a Pre&s;s among the Raggs and Vizors</L>
<L><PB N="96" REF="259">
That repre&s;ent his deceas'd Ance&s;tors.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>What means my love?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your love? where is your love?</L>
<L>Where is the preparation that you promis'd</L>
<L>Of &s;trength to tear in pieces that vile Witch</L>
<L>That lives my &s;ouls vexation? your love?</L>
<L>You are a load of torment: your delays</L>
<L>To my de&s;ires are Helli&s;h cruelties.</L>
<L>Are the&s;e your Promi&s;es?</L>
<STAGE>[Horatio holds up his hands.]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have given order with all &s;peed I could.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>You could cut off an old man in a Pri&s;on,</L>
<L>That could make no re&s;i&s;tance, and you could</L>
<L>Vex a poor Boy to death, that could but cry</L>
<L>In his defence; that you could do; but this</L>
<L>That has &s;o much &s;hew of fear or hardne&s;s,</L>
<L>As a few Pea&s;ants to maintain a Strumpet</L>
<L>Again&s;t your Dignitie, is too much to do</L>
<L>For a poor coward King.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>What a tyrannous Ambition</L>
<L>Has the Devil puff'd up this Bladder with!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>I fear her wits are craz'd indeed. <HI>Alinda,</HI></L>
<L>Hear me gentle love.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>O my torment!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>As I am true to the Crown, I know not what to &s;ay to this: &s;he's falling mad &s;ure.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, no, you dare not do't: your Army may</L>
<L>Perhaps i'th' dangerous Action break a &s;hin,</L>
<L>Or get a bloody no&s;e: it now appears</L>
<L>My Father (as 'twas voyc'd) was all your valour.</L>
<L>Y' have never a <HI>Mars</HI> or Cuckold-making General</L>
<L>Now left: and for your &s;elf, you'r pa&s;t it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>His' tother wife would not have us'd him thus.</L>
<L>Quiet Cuckoldrie is better then &s;colding cha&s;titie all the world over.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;ee di&s;traction in her face.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="97" REF="259">
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Did all your brave Commanders die in <HI>Sforza?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>By the Kings favour Madam (not to &s;tir</L>
<L>The du&s;t of your dead Father) he has Souldiers</L>
<L>That know to lead and execute no le&s;s</L>
<L>Then did victorious <HI>Sforza.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirrah! you have &s;tirr'd more then his du&s;t; you have mov'd his blood in me, unto a Ju&s;tice that claims, they trayterous head.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>My head? and Trayterous? I do appeal un|to the King.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>A King? a Cobweb.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>And &s;he the Spider in't I fear.</L>
<L>My Loyaltie knowes not how to look upon her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>If thou bee&s;t King, thou yet art but that King</L>
<L>That ows me love and life, and &s;o my &s;ubject.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Indeed <HI>Alinda;&mdash;</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes indeed <HI>Gon|zago,</HI></L>
<L>Life by inheritance: for my valiant Father</L>
<L>Who&s;e life thou took&s;t, gave thine, and &s;o 'tis mine.</L>
<L>And for your love, you dare not wre&s;t it from me;</L>
<L>Therefore deny not now my ju&s;t demand,</L>
<L>In that proud Traytors head.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>She's mad be|yond all cure.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Examine his offence, my dear <HI>Alinda.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is't not enough <HI>Alinda</HI> doth command it?</L>
<L>Are the&s;e the Articles you gave me grant of?</L>
<L>Is this the nothing that you would deny me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sweet, weigh but his offence.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>His Head is my offence: and give me that</L>
<L>Now, without pau&s;e, or by the &s;trength of Hercules</L>
<L>Ile take thee by the Horns, and writhe thine own off.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go from her &s;ight <HI>Petruccio;</HI> levie up our Forces,</L>
<L>And let the Boy <HI>Gonzago</HI> be embowell'd,</L>
<L>And &s;ent as a forerunner of our Furie</L>
<L><PB N="98" REF="260">
Unto that Witch, contriver of the&s;e woes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis done, my liege.</L>
<STAGE>[Exit Petruccio.]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Was ever woman barr'd her will, as I am?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here's a fine woman &s;poil'd now, by humo|ring her at fir&s;t, and cheri&s;hing her Pride.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sure you have but mock'd me all this while:</L>
<L>I am no wife, no Queen, but &s;illy Subject.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis a di&s;ea&s;e in her that mu&s;t be &s;ooth'd:</L>
<L>Sweet, thou &s;halt have his Head.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>O, &s;hall I &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go in, it &s;hall be brought thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mark what I &s;ay to bind you to your word:</L>
<L>Do it, or Ile not love you: I can change</L>
<L>Love into hate, hate into love mo&s;t &s;weetly:</L>
<L>Let that man live to morrow, Ile love him,</L>
<L>And do fine feats with him, &s;uch as your tother wife</L>
<L>And <HI>Sforza</HI> did; but make much better &s;port on't.</L>
<L>They were an old dry couple.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Take this, take all.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>I leave all to your Kingly con&s;ideration:</L>
<L>You know your charge: look to't, and &s;o I leave you.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>What wild Affections do in women raign!</L>
<L>But this a Pa&s;&s;ion pa&s;t all Pre&s;ident.</L>
<L>O 'tis meer Madne&s;s, mix'd with Divelli&s;h cunning,</L>
<L>To hurl me upon more and endle&s;s mi&s;chiefes:</L>
<L>It has awak'd me to the &s;ight of tho&s;e</L>
<L>My fury (&s;prung from Dotage) hath already</L>
<L>Laid in my Path, grim Spectacles of horror,</L>
<L>The blood of <HI>Sforza,</HI> and that tender Boy:</L>
<L>O let me think no further, yet &s;tay there:</L>
<L>To plunge at fir&s;t into too deep a Sen&s;e</L>
<L>Of &s;oul-afflicting terrours, drowns the Rea&s;on,</L>
<L>And &s;tupifies the Con&s;cience, which delivers</L>
<L>Us over to an in&s;en&s;ibilitie</L>
<L>Of our mi&s;deeds, and of our &s;elves: ju&s;t Heaven!</L>
<L>Afford me light to &s;ee I am mi&s;led:</L>
<L>But let it not as lightning bla&s;t mine eyes,</L>
<L><PB N="99" REF="260">
Confound my Sen&s;es, make me further &s;tray,</L>
<L>For ever coming back to know my way.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>How fares your Maje&s;ty?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kin.</SPEAKER>
<L>O <HI>Horatio!</HI> &s;hee's lo&s;t, &s;hee's lo&s;t, <HI>Horatio.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I would my wife were with her then:</L>
<L>And &s;o would any good Subject &s;ay; I think.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>What do&s;t thou think?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Marry I think (and &s;o would any good Sub|ject think, I think) as your Maje&s;tie thinks.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>What do&s;t thou think of Loyaltie now?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Truly I think there's now not any warrant|able Loyaltie left but in <HI>Petruccio</HI> and my &s;elf.</L>
<L>The Queen is now out of my Catalogue, and my Creed too.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="9" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. VIII.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>[A &s;hout within] crying, Kill him, kill him: for Sforza, Sforza: kill him for the blood of Sforza, Sforza,</HI> &amp;c.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>What terrible, what hideous noi&s;e is this?</L>
<STAGE>[Within.]</STAGE>
<L>Kill him for <HI>Sforza, Sforza;</HI> kill him, kill him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Loyaltie defend me! I know not what to make on't.</L>
<STAGE>[Enter a Captain di&s;tractedly, Sforza Di&s;gui&s;ed.]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>What art thou? &s;peak: had&s;t thou the voice of Hell,</L>
<L>Denouncing all the Furies in't, I dare yet hear thee; &s;peak.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<L>O mighty Sir, <HI>Petruccio.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>What of <HI>Petruccio?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<L>O <HI>Petruccio!</HI> I tremble but to &s;peak him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Shall I then with the Prophetique Spirit of a King</L>
<L>Speaks of <HI>Petruccio?</HI> he is turn'd Traytor,</L>
<L><PB N="100" REF="261">
And animates the Souldiers again&s;t me,</L>
<L>Upon the di&s;content <HI>Alinda</HI> gave him</L>
<L>Now in her Fury: is't not &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis &s;o, 'tis &s;o: ne'er ask him for the matter:</L>
<L>I thought &s;o, ju&s;t, ju&s;t as your Maje&s;tie thought it;</L>
<L>And find withall, that now you have not left</L>
<L>A Loyal heart but in <HI>Horatio's</HI> bo&s;ome,</L>
<L>Now that <HI>Petruccio</HI> fails: I fear'd 'twould come</L>
<L>To that: nay knew't: O hang him, hang him,</L>
<L>Fal&s;e hearted villain! he was never right,</L>
<L>And &s;o I always told your Maje&s;ty.</L>
<STAGE>[Shout.]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>The cry comes neerer &s;till: what does he mean,</L>
<L>To bring my Army on to Ma&s;&s;acre</L>
<L>Me in my Hou&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dread Sir, vouch&s;afe atten|tion:</L>
<L><HI>Petruccio</HI> is Loyal: 'tis his Loyaltie,</L>
<L>And mo&s;t &s;incere obedience to your will,</L>
<L>That brings him to the ruine of his life,</L>
<L>Unle&s;s your aweful Pre&s;ence make prevention.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is then his Loyaltie become his danger?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<L>As thus great Sir, in the late Execution</L>
<L>Of Death-doom'd <HI>Sforza,</HI> which the Souldier</L>
<L>(Not looking on your Ju&s;tice, but the Feud</L>
<L>That was betwixt <HI>Petruccio</HI> and him)</L>
<L>Re&s;ents as if it were <HI>Petruccio's</HI> Act,</L>
<L>Not yours, that cut him off: and &s;till, as madly</L>
<L>Bewitch'd with <HI>Sforza's</HI> love, as ignorant</L>
<L>Of the de&s;ert of brave <HI>Petruccio,</HI></L>
<L>They all turn head upon him: and as if</L>
<L>'Twere in his power to new create him to them,</L>
<L>They cry to him for <HI>Sforza, Sforza;</HI> or if not,</L>
<L><HI>Petruccio's</HI> life mu&s;t an&s;wer <HI>Sforza's</HI> blood.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Left you him in that di&s;tre&s;s?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<L>He did prevail</L>
<L>With much entreatie, by &s;ome private rea&s;ons,</L>
<L>Upon their fury for an hours re&s;pite:</L>
<L><PB N="101" REF="261">
In which dear time 'tis onely you may &s;ave</L>
<L>Guiltle&s;s <HI>Petruccio</HI> from a timele&s;s Grave.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou art a Souldier, art not?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<L>And have commanded in your Highne&s;&s;e Wars.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Me thinks I &s;hould remember, but Ile tru&s;t thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope you'll be advis'd, though, how you run</L>
<L>Into this wild-fire of Rebellion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Fortune is more de&s;perate then his:</L>
<L>I am be&s;et and circled in with mi&s;chiefes.</L>
<L>Way-laid with heaps of dangers every where:</L>
<L>Yet I will on: Kings were not made to fear.</L>
<L>Ile fetch him off, and the more readily,</L>
<L>For my mi&s;pri&s;ion of his Loyaltie.</L>
<L>Could I think that man fal&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>No Sir, nor I:</L>
<L>By all meanes fetch him off: that Loyal General</L>
<L>Is tenfold worth the whole Rebellious Army:</L>
<L>Save him, and hang them all.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Petruccio with a Rabble of Souldiers, and two Captains, crying,</HI> Come, come, away with him, away with him.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Have you no Faith, nor due obedience</L>
<L>Unto the King? this outrage is 'gain&s;t him,</L>
<L>In me he &s;uffers.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Capt.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>We obey the King,</L>
<L>And 'tis his Ju&s;tice that we cut your throat,</L>
<L>For doing &s;uch outrage in the death of our brave General,</L>
<L>That had you lives more then fal&s;e drops of blood,</L>
<L>They were not all &s;ufficient &s;atisfaction for his lo&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Capt.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Your limited hour draws on apace: Prepare.</L>
<STAGE>Enter a Servant.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>He's come within that hour, that &s;hall relieve me.</L>
<L>Where is he? is he come?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Serv.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are betray'd:</L>
<L><PB N="102" REF="262">
He's fled and gone: no &s;uch man to be found.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then Faith is fled from man: is <HI>Sforza</HI> fled?</L>
<L>Why &s;hould I wi&s;h to live, now Honour's dead?</L>
<L>Now take your bloody cour&s;e, and in my fall,</L>
<L>Martyr the man that &s;av'd your General.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Capt.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Sav'd him? how &s;av'd?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Sforza</HI> lives.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All.</SPEAKER>
<L>How's that? how's that? that, that again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>As I now live, I &s;et him free from Pri&s;on,</L>
<L>Tru&s;ting unto his Honour to &s;ecure me,</L>
<L>In which I did abu&s;e the Kings Authoritie</L>
<L>To th' forfeit of my life.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sold.</SPEAKER>
<L>This &s;ounds: this &s;ounds.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Capt.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>But does this &s;ound well from a Souldiers mouth?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Capt.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>He is not now worthy of death, before He be well whipt for lying.</L>
<STAGE>[Within]</STAGE>
<L>The King, the King, the King!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Capt.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>He could never come in a better time, to &s;ee how bravely we will do ju&s;tice for him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>How comes this Fury rais'd among&s;t ye Souldiers?</L>
<L>Have you forgot my Laws and Per&s;on too?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Capt.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>We honour both thus low: now gives us leave</L>
<L>To look like men, and give your Highne&s;s welcome</L>
<L>To &s;ee a General of your Election</L>
<L>Die with a lie in's mouth: your Souldier here,</L>
<L>None of the good Queens old ones.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dare you both judge and execute this man?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Capt.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>We dare to kill the Hangman of our General,</L>
<L>And think it fits our Office be&s;t: though you</L>
<L>Have Law enough to wave our care and pain,</L>
<L>And hang him up your &s;elf: for he affirms</L>
<L>That he let <HI>Sforza</HI> live 'gain&s;t your command;</L>
<L>And that's the lie we treat of.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="103" REF="262">
<SPEAKER>Kin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile give you all your Pardons, and him Honour,</L>
<L>To make that true. <HI>Sfor.</HI> Your Kingly word is taken.</L>
<STAGE>[Di&s;covers him&s;elf.]</STAGE>
<L>Noble <HI>Petruccio,</HI> thou art di&s;engag'd:</L>
<L>And if the temper of the Kings high Anger</L>
<L>Blow &s;till above his Ju&s;tice, let it cru&s;h</L>
<L>This cloud that holds a &s;hower of innocent blood,</L>
<L>Willing to fall and calm his violent fury.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All.</SPEAKER>
<L>Our General lives: <HI>a Sforza, Sforza.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Sforza!</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have outdone me in Nobilitie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am all wonder: now this man appears</L>
<L>The Man&s;ion and habitual Seat of Honour;</L>
<L>Of which he &s;eems &s;o full, there cannot be</L>
<L>An Angle in his brea&s;t to lodge &s;o ba&s;e</L>
<L>An Inmate as di&s;loyaltie: if &s;o,</L>
<L>How was <HI>Eulalia</HI> fal&s;e? or how <HI>Gonzago,</HI></L>
<L>That tender Boy, the fruit of lawle&s;s lu&s;t?</L>
<L>There I am lo&s;t again: Great Power, that knowe&s;t</L>
<L>The &s;ubtletie of hearts, &s;hew me &s;ome light</L>
<L>Through the&s;e Cymmerian mi&s;ts of doubts and fears,</L>
<L>In which I am perplex'd even to di&s;traction:</L>
<L>Shew me, &s;hew me yet the face of glorious Truth; where I may read</L>
<L>If I have err'd, which way I was mi&s;led.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Enters.</HI> O my dread Lord!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thy news?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>O my &s;weet Soveraign!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Art thou di&s;tracted too?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>No Sir: The Queen, the Queen, the Queen's di&s;tracted,</L>
<L>And I am like to be, and you, and any man</L>
<L>That loves the King, unle&s;s &s;ome Conjurer</L>
<L>Be found to lay the Devil: I mean <HI>Sforza.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sforza</HI> Sir (would you think?) that mon&s;truous Traytor</L>
<L><HI>Sforza</HI> walks in the Court without a Head;</L>
<L><PB N="104" REF="263">
Appear'd unto the Queen: I found her talking with him,</L>
<L>Kneeling and praying him to give her Pardon;</L>
<L>Told him indeed 'twas &s;he that &s;ought his Head,</L>
<L>And that &s;he thought, that being now a Queen,</L>
<L>She might by her Prerogative take Heads,</L>
<L>Who&s;e and as many as &s;he li&s;ted: but</L>
<L>She promis'd &s;he would &s;end it him again,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e <HI>Petruccio's</HI> fir&s;t: or if he would forgive her</L>
<L>This time, &s;hee'ld do &s;o no more.</L>
<L>He &s;eem'd he would not hear her: then &s;he beat</L>
<L>Her &s;elf again&s;t the walls and floor, and flies</L>
<L>To free her &s;elf by th' windows: calls for Poi&s;on,</L>
<L>Knife, Rope, or any thing, whereby to follow</L>
<L>Her mo&s;t abu&s;ed Father. What to make on't,</L>
<L>As I am true to th' Crown, I mu&s;t refer</L>
<L>Onely unto your Maje&s;tie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>O 'tis fearful!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, you &s;aw not th' Apparition, did you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not I: I &s;aw him not: nor has the Devil</L>
<L>Power in a Traytors &s;hadow to appear</L>
<L>Unto a Loyal Subject. Hah! my Loyaltie</L>
<L>And Truth unto the Crown defend me!</L>
<L>See the very fore&s;aid Devil at my Elbowe,</L>
<L>Head and all now: avoid, attempt me not Satan,</L>
<L>I do conjure thee by all the vertues of a Loyal Courtier.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>They are all too weak to charm a Devil Sir;</L>
<L>But me they may, your Friend.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I defie thee Bub&s;ebel.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>What do you &s;ee, my Lord?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Look there, the Apparition, there it is;</L>
<L>As like the Traytor <HI>Sforza</HI> when he liv'd,</L>
<L>As Devil can be like a Devil&mdash;oh!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fear not: he lives, and Loyal to the King.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Does the King &s;ay &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="105" REF="263">
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Give me your hand my Lord,</L>
<L>The king will &s;ay &s;o, if this be fle&s;h and blood.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, if thou bee&s;t fle&s;h and blood: but how to believe that I know not, when my touch makes me &s;weat out a whole &s;howre of pure Loyaltie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>No more, <HI>Horatio:</HI> I find that my credulitie</L>
<L>Has been wrought on unto my much abu&s;e,</L>
<L>And <HI>Sforza</HI> now appears an hone&s;t man.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who ever thought otherwi&s;e? or how</L>
<L>Could he in nature appear le&s;s then Loyal?</L>
<L>O my right noble Lord, I weep thy welcome.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Back Souldiers, to your dutie: learn of me</L>
<L>Hereafter how to judge with equitie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sould.</SPEAKER>
<L>Long live the King.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt Capt. and Souldiers.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now in the mid&s;t of my &s;oul-frighting ob|jects,</L>
<L>I cannot but applaud your mutual Friend&s;hip.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, and how equally I affect them both.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>O that mi&s;chance propitiou&s;ly might be</L>
<L>A light to reconcile my thoughts and me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>May you be pleas'd Sir then to let the cau&s;e</L>
<L>In which your injur'd Queen, your Son and I,</L>
<L>And truth it &s;elf have &s;uffered, be review'd?</L>
<L>The mi&s;chievous creature that was drunk, now's mad</L>
<L>With brain-confounding &s;trong Ambition:</L>
<L>She whom your ill-plac'd love Grac'd as a wife,</L>
<L>Whom now I am not fond of to call Daughter,</L>
<L>It &s;eems is pa&s;t Examination.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mad, mad, mo&s;t irrecoverably mad.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>But let tho&s;e Hell-bred witne&s;&s;es be call'd,</L>
<L>And re-examined.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>They are not to be found.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>No? where is <HI>Flavello?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not &s;een in Court the&s;e ten dayes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let me out-&s;queeze that Court-Sponge.</L>
<L><PB N="106" REF="264">
If I do not fetch out the poi&s;onous corruption</L>
<L>Of all this Practice, let me yet be guiltie.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="10" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. IX.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Po&s;t-Horn. Enter Pedro. Letters.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>From whence art thou?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Pro|vince of <HI>Palermo</HI></L>
<L>Thus low &s;ubmits in dutie to your Highne&s;s,</L>
<L>The Service and the lives of who&s;e Inhabitants</L>
<L>So truely are &s;ubjected to your Power,</L>
<L>That needle&s;s is the Preparation</L>
<L>Which with much grief we hear you make again&s;t us,</L>
<L>By ho&s;tile Force to root up a Rebellion</L>
<L>Bred meerly out of Rumour.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Peace, no more:</L>
<L>I find the Province Loyal.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVho made doubt on't?</L>
<L>Ile undertake to find more Toads in Ireland,</L>
<L>Then Rebels in <HI>Palermo,</HI> were the Queen</L>
<L>(Queen did I call her?) that di&s;loyal woman</L>
<L>And that &s;lie Traytor <HI>Lodovico</HI> out on't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>See <HI>Sforza,</HI> &s;ee <HI>Petruccio,</HI> what <HI>Lodovico</HI></L>
<L>That tru&s;tie and true-hearted Lord has wrote me:</L>
<L>He has ended all my doubts, good man.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah, ah! does not your grace come to me now?</L>
<L>I thought I would put your Highne&s;s to't for once,</L>
<L>To try what you would &s;ay: when <HI>Lodovico</HI></L>
<L>Does not prove tru&s;tie, then let me be tru&s;s'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis a mo&s;t happy Information.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>I, do you note the Pa&s;&s;ages?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis indeed worthy a Kings regard: you &s;ee your way.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, yes, I know now what to do,</L>
<L>And mean to put it pre&s;ently in Act.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="107" REF="264">
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>This I fore&s;aw would prove an hour of com|fort.</L>
<L>The Stars them&s;elves ne'er &s;aw events more plainly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>How full of April-changes is our life?</L>
<L>Now a fit &s;howre of &s;ad di&s;tilling Rain,</L>
<L>And by and by the Sun breaks forth again.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt Omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT. V.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. I.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Lodovico, Eulalia.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>FEar not good Madam, tru&s;t my care and Rea&s;on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good <HI>Lodovico,</HI> though I thank your care</L>
<L>And love to me, yet give me leave to doubt,</L>
<L>That as that cruel and Ambitious woman</L>
<L>Hath over&s;way'd the Judgement of the King,</L>
<L>She may pervert his Royal purpo&s;es</L>
<L>Of Peace and love, to your and my de&s;truction.</L>
<L>Before you &s;ent, would you had tane my Coun&s;el.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Pedro with Gonzago, and Letters.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>To end all doubts, &s;ee <HI>Pedro</HI> is return'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>And happily: &s;ee Madam.</L>
<STAGE>[Pre&s;ents Gonzago to her.]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>My <HI>Gonzago;</HI></L>
<L>My Prince, I &s;hould have &s;aid.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thrice-gracious Mother,</L>
<L>I thank <HI>Petruccio,</HI> who pre&s;erv'd my life,</L>
<L>For nothing more, then this one minutes Bli&s;s,</L>
<L>In which I find your Ble&s;&s;ing in a ki&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Weep not, fair Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Lord <HI>Petruccio</HI> Madam</L>
<L>Pre&s;ents you the&s;e.</L>
<STAGE>[Letters She Reads.]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Welcome my &s;weet young Prince.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonz.</SPEAKER>
<L>I thank you <HI>Lodovico.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now I &s;ee methinks a Court again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="108" REF="265">
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>We &s;hall do &s;hortly; for the King is coming,</L>
<L>And not in terror, but with Grace and Favour.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis happy Heavenly news.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>See here's an Inundation</L>
<L>Of Joys that do like waves orecome each other.</L>
<L>Brave, wi&s;e, and valiant <HI>Petruccio!</HI></L>
<L>That could&s;t &s;o happily deceive the King</L>
<L>By a &s;uppo&s;ed death, to &s;ave the Life</L>
<L>Of my &s;weet Boy: all that I can be &s;orry for,</L>
<L>Is this: <HI>Alinda</HI> is Frantick.</L>
<STAGE>[Lod. reads]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pedr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Can that grieve you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>He brings her with him: and I hope the change</L>
<L>Of Air, with whol&s;ome Prayers and Phy&s;icks Art,</L>
<L>In which I am not ignorant, may re&s;tore her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam, the Sun &s;hines fairly.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. II.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Lollio and Poggio.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>News, news upon news!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Queen is kill'd: is not that it?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>No nor the King neither, God ble&s;s him: they are both alive, with all their Pomp and Train coming to &s;ee our School-Mi&s;tre&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<P>Au&s;picious Provi|dence!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>They take us in their way, for they are pa&s;|&s;ing to <HI>Nico&s;ia,</HI> where the King means to keep his word with the Queen, in giving her three what d'ye calls?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<P>Three Boons, as the cu&s;tom is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>Boons? I Boons: I warrant &s;he'l ask no Baubles.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="109" REF="265">
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>O Mi&s;tre&s;s, you were careful for her, that comes</L>
<L>I warrant but to jeere you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Patience would die, if 'twere not exercis'd.</L>
<L>But now it re&s;ts, that we prepare to entertain our Gue&s;ts.</L>
<L>We mu&s;t to welcome them make Holy day,</L>
<L>And give our Scholars leave to Fea&s;t and Play.</L>
<L>The Swaines you &s;ay are perfect in the Dance;</L>
<L>So are my Maids: wee'l leave it for the King.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. III.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter King, Alinda, Horatio, Lodovico,</HI> Attendants.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>I cannot but applaud your mind, <HI>Alinda,</HI></L>
<L>But am not much affected with the Subject</L>
<L>On which you purpo&s;e now to ca&s;t your Favour.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>More &s;corn upon my life, and rude vexation.</L>
<STAGE>[a&s;ide]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>If my fair meaning Sir &s;hall prove mi&s;taken,</L>
<L>'Tis but a loving purpo&s;e lo&s;t.</L>
<L>(O that wretch <HI>Flavello!)</HI></L>
<STAGE>[a&s;ide]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>If &s;he have further purpo&s;e then to rai&s;e</L>
<L>More &s;orrow by the Kings di&s;plea&s;ure to her.</L>
<STAGE>[a&s;ide]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let her alone, her Raign's but &s;hort we know.</L>
<STAGE>[a&s;ide]</STAGE>
<STAGE>Soft Mu&s;ick.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is this the &s;ound of want and mi&s;ery?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Of wantonne&s;s I fear, and Luxurie.</L>
<L>(The villain had no purpo&s;e but to flatter.)</L>
<STAGE>[a&s;ide]</STAGE>
<L>O Sir, why came we hither?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mark the Came|lion.</L>
<STAGE>[a&s;ide]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis mo&s;t &s;weet Mu&s;ick.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="4" TYPE="scene">
<PB N="110" REF="266">
<HEAD>Scoen. IV.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Eulalia with three or four Girls, and work in their hands.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Such as the rudene&s;s of the Countrey yields Sir,</L>
<L>Hayl to the King and Queen, and may the thanks</L>
<L>Which on my knees I offer at tho&s;e Feet</L>
<L>That beautifie and ble&s;s this humble Earth</L>
<L>Add many years unto your happy lives.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>We have e'en &s;een enough: 'twas all I fear'd,</L>
<L>To find her knee-deep in Hypocri&s;ie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Seem not to turn away, mo&s;t gracious Madam,</L>
<L>Before I &s;hew for which I hop'd you came,</L>
<L>The manner how I get a competence to live.</L>
<STAGE>[Shews her works, and makes abrave de&s;cription of Pieces: As Sale-work, Day-work, Night-work, wrought Night-caps, Coyfs, Stomachers.]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your work you &s;ay, though't be o'th' newe&s;t Frame,</L>
<L>I fear your Play is &s;till at the old Game.</L>
<L>Both wayes bring money: is't not &s;o for&s;ooth?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Enough, <HI>Alinda.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Too much, to tread upon Affliction.</L>
<STAGE>[a&s;ide]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>What &s;ay you <HI>Lodovico?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;ay Sir, the di&s;tre&s;&s;es of that Lady merit a</L>
<L>Kings Pity, and not &s;uch &s;corn</L>
<L>As I &s;ee ca&s;t upon her: but the be&s;t are women.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>No more.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>May it plea&s;e your Highne&s;s &s;it, and note the Play</L>
<L>By which we gain when we lay work away.</L>
<L><PB N="111" REF="266">
The Song I taught you la&s;t.</L>
<STAGE>Song.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>The&s;e wenches will be a good help to you at wa&s;&s;el-tide.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>We have varietie for all the Sea&s;ons,</L>
<L>Of &s;uch poor entertainments, mighty Queen,</L>
<L>To &s;hew our much contentment in their welcome.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Goodne&s;s &s;peaks in her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>There's for your Song () No, &s;tay, I may tran&s;gre&s;s</L>
<L>The Law.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>(Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>O Devil!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let her jeer on.)</L>
<STAGE>[a&s;ide]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not if you give it for her pains, <HI>Alinda.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay &s;ince you warrant it, let's pay and go.</L>
<L>Though I have heard &s;uch pains di&s;puted Begging.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>As all Arts are, by the Rewards they find.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay I be&s;eech your Maje&s;ties.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's the Feat now?</L>
<STAGE>[Mu&s;ick, Dance.]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, are you pleas'd to pro&s;ecute your jour|ney?</L>
<L>Or do the&s;e Beauties and delights enchant you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha? no, come, let's away.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh let me yet entreat your Highne&s;s &s;tay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not a &s;troke more I thank you: we have heard</L>
<L>And &s;een enough: &s;o much, as I mu&s;t tell you</L>
<L>I cannot but commend your Parents Wi&s;dom,</L>
<L>Who having Calculated your Nativitie,</L>
<L>By which they had the fore&s;ight of your fall,</L>
<L>Prevented thus the Planets by their care,</L>
<L>By teaching you to live by Hand and Foot.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Did ever Daughter of a King thus &s;uffer?</L>
<L>Or has &s;he Pride to &s;mile on Injuries?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, you forget <HI>Nico&s;ia.</HI></L>
<STAGE>[Eulalia whi&s;pers her.]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Plots again&s;t me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>How's that?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>She dreams of Trea&s;on intended again&s;t me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="112" REF="267">
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>No Divination again&s;t her own good, I hope.</L>
<STAGE>[a&s;ide]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mighty Sir, hear me: not to implore your Bountie;</L>
<L>No not your thanks, nor Popular Applau&s;e;</L>
<L>But for I am your Subject and your &s;ervant,</L>
<L>Bound by your Allegiance as well to prevent</L>
<L>All Ills might pa&s;s again&s;t you, as to do none.</L>
<L>I could not think it but &s;trict dutie in me</L>
<L>To ha&s;ten this di&s;coverie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Trea&s;on, and a Letter?</L>
<L>We have never a fal&s;e Brother among&s;t us, have we?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>If ever you held your peace, peace now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>It bears a face of Horror.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Cunning and Gip&s;ie Tricks: will you to <HI>Nico&s;ia?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kin.</SPEAKER>
<L>What we meant there, we may do here as well.</L>
<L>The Trea&s;on's there intended: look ye my Lords!</L>
<L>How carele&s;s is this woman of her &s;afetie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>You Sir are carele&s;s: for if there be danger,</L>
<L>VVhere can I fear it but in this place onely?</L>
<L>The world holds not an Enemy of mine,</L>
<L>But this enchantre&s;s you maintain again&s;t me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your motion and your own love drew us hither.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>I would fain love her, and certainly I &s;hould,</L>
<L>But that &s;he &s;till begets fre&s;h cau&s;e of Hatred.</L>
<L>She has &s;ome Devilli&s;h Plot in hand this In&s;tant:</L>
<L>This &s;hew is but the &s;traw that hides the Pit.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>No enemy but &s;he? to let her know &s;he lies,</L>
<L>Even unto Prophanation again&s;t that Lady,</L>
<L>Ile &s;peak.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope you will not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>The King &s;hall &s;ee his error.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Will you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>She her crueltie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Will you, will you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>The world <HI>Eulalia's</HI> Pietie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Will you? will you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>What &s;ays <HI>Lodovico?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="113" REF="267">
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mo&s;t mighty Sir, we here confe&s;s and &s;ay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>We? you hear not me &s;ay any thing; do you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>What will you &s;ay?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>That Letter was not ours.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>H<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters"></SPEAKER>
<L>That's well.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>We ea&s;ily believe it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor any day or place as yet &s;et down</L>
<L>Among our &s;elves, for fact again&s;t the Queen.</L>
<L>I mean <HI>Alinda.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor fact intended was there, of death or danger?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Twas wi&s;h'd at lea&s;t by us.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lord, Lord,</L>
<L>Lord mumb.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Our Guard.</L>
<STAGE>[Enter Guard]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>King &s;he's the General grudge of all thy Kingdom.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>You do not hear me &s;ay &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Their grudge incites my love: take e'm away.</L>
<L>Come my wrong'd <HI>Alinda:</HI> This place &s;hall &s;erve,</L>
<L>And this A&s;&s;embly, to make a Kings word good.</L>
<L>Make your Demands: three things I promi&s;e you.</L>
<L>Ask what you will, even to my deare&s;t blood.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Highne&s;s will excu&s;e me, if I urge you</L>
<L>To bind it with an Oath?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Give me a Book.</L>
<L>VVhat I have promis'd to my lawful Queen,</L>
<L>I will perform; ask freely.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Great Queen, vouch&s;afe to take an Admoni|tion,</L>
<L>My la&s;t and true&s;t Te&s;timonie of Love.</L>
<L>The re&s;t were &s;hadows to it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well, pray let's hear it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let your Demands be for the common good.</L>
<L>Not for your own re&s;pects: &s;elflove may hurt you:</L>
<L>Beware Ambition, Envie, and Revenge.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Oracle could not pronounce more wi&s;ely.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="114" REF="268">
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is this your love? 'tis fear of my ju&s;t Ven|geance.</L>
<L>Therefore hear my demands, my King and Husband.</L>
<L>Fir&s;t I demand the lives of the&s;e con&s;pirators</L>
<L><HI>Lodovico and Horatio.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Bloody.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Next that your Son, m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ch of the Mothers Nature,</L>
<L>By Act of Parliament be di&s;inherited.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omn.</SPEAKER>
<L>O fearful.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>La&s;t, that this woman have her eyes put out,</L>
<L>And be for ever bani&s;h'd your Dominions.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Crueltie and Ingratitude pa&s;t all Example</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Was this your Charitie? you have now de|clar'd it fully:</L>
<L>And I of both have made &s;ufficient Tryal.</L>
<L>Come here <HI>Eulalia,</HI> take now thy wonted Seat and keep it ever.</L>
<L>Thy povertie and patience have re&s;tor'd thee</L>
<L>By the ju&s;t Providentce: while her Exce&s;&s;e and Pride</L>
<L>Ca&s;ts her before thee, to receive that Doom</L>
<L>She had devis'd 'gain&s;t thy immortal Goodne&s;s.</L>
<L>Into perpetual Exile; hence, away with her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alind.</SPEAKER>
<L>Remember your Oath, my Lord.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Oath was to perform what I had pro|mis'd unto my lawful Queen: that's my <HI>Eulalia.</HI></L>
<L>And let good <HI>Lodowick</HI> and <HI>Horatio</HI> be re&s;tor'd.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt King and Attendants Alinda en|tran&s;ed carried out.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="5" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. V.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Curate.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh! proh! proh <HI>Nef as!</HI></L>
<L>Ile have no hand in blood of any man.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="115" REF="268">
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>More exclaimations? what di&s;tracts you now?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Coram Senatures acta e&s;t: &s;ub Judice lis e&s;t.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ocurvae in Terris animae:</HI> the Ru&s;ticks</L>
<L>Have tane again the Law into their hands.</L>
<L>And will you tender clemencie <HI>non ju&s;tante</HI></L>
<L>A Courtiet hang, his &s;weet Face <HI>nec invante.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhat is his Name?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L>His Name is hight <HI>Alphon&s;o</HI></L>
<L>That Trea&s;on brought <HI>in Pectore &amp; Skon&s;o</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVho are the heads of the Judicious Faction?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Andrea, Lollio, Poggio,</HI> the Drudges</L>
<L>Have got the Peoples voice to their Judges.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dare they do this?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes Judges they will be,</L>
<L>And kill, they &s;ay, the Snake of Treachery.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope we may come yet to &s;tay their Sen|tence.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray bring us to the place: where if we can,</L>
<L>Let us avert their Judgement from this man.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="6" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. VI.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Andrea, Poggio, Lollio, a Typ&s;taff before them.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>And can the&s;e turmoiles never have an end?</L>
<L>Unle&s;s we load our heads and &s;houlders thus</L>
<L>Our bodies eke with Ju&s;tice <HI>Capa Pe.</HI></L>
<L>And Pepper all our brains with Policie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Twas time to have a care: I, and a piteous care.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>A pious care you mean.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well pious then:</L>
<L>You'l &s;hew your own wit, who&s;e clothes &s;oever you wear</L>
<L>(So do the wits of the time) but as I &s;aid,</L>
<L><PB N="116" REF="269">
'Tis time we have a care, for though our Queen,</L>
<L>Our School Mi&s;tre&s;s I would &s;ay, be mercifully, idleful</L>
<L>It is fit that we be prejudicious in the State.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ju-dicions Brother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>Jew in your face.</L>
<L>Trip me again?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Agree upon't, Brother Sages of the Bench.</L>
<L>My Brother <HI>Poggio</HI> here &s;aid very well</L>
<L>And learnedly and as I would have &s;aid my &s;elf?</L>
<L>(If you will take his meaning) to wit that as</L>
<L>Our Shool Mi&s;tris doats upon</L>
<L>Clemencie, it is fit that we run mad upon crueltie</L>
<L>Someeting her in the mid&s;t, we &s;hall jump into the Sadle of Ju&s;tice.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>I do &s;ay &s;o, without all peradventure</L>
<L>For if the Candle of her mercy be not put out,</L>
<L>VVe &s;hall &s;hortly, &s;ee more hone&s;t men then Knaves among us.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>More Knaves you mean Brother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mean no more Knaves then your &s;elf, Bro|ther.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Agree again, Sage brothers of the Bench: and let no private</L>
<L>Itch grow to a put like Scab.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then the point:</L>
<L>Do not I under&s;tand the purpo&s;e of our meeting</L>
<L>Here in our pettie Parliament, if I may &s;o call it?</L>
<L>Is it nor for a Reformation, to pull down</L>
<L>The Queens mercy, and &s;et up our Ju&s;tice?</L>
<L>For the prevention of a &s;uperabundance of Trea&s;on</L>
<L>Dayly practiced again&s;t her?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mo&s;t true. And is it fit therefore that you brabble among your &s;elves, and leave all wor&s;e then you found it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, we will make &s;uch a Reformation, that Trea&s;on &s;hall not dare to peep over the Hedge of her Dominion, but we will take it by the no&s;e and puni&s;h it indignely: mo&s;t indignely will we puni&s;h it?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="117" REF="269">
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>All this I grant: but before we &s;it and bu&s;tle on the Bench, becau&s;e it is, and that without all per|adventure, the &s;tr&s;t time that ever we play'd &s;o wi&s;e a part, is it not fit to take advice among our &s;elves, how to deform our &s;elves in our office.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>De did you &s;ay? in in you &s;hould &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>In with your Horns: how now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay Brothers o'th Bench.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>Does he think to control me? becau&s;e he has been a Sexton, and a little more book learned then a Lay man with an Amen for&s;ooth?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay Bro|thers: this will control the bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>Or becau&s;e he has been in many a mans grave before him, does he think no man &s;o deep in grave matters as him&s;elf?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, I forbear.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shall he bid me In, In? as if I were not his in&s;erior?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>I forbear &s;till.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will &s;hew my &s;elf his inferior I, and a greater man then he; and to prove my &s;elf a great man, let him hang one, I will &s;ave two.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>Still orbear.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray Brothers yet agree: and remember we u&s;e no mercy</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let him that u&s;es any mercy lack mercy, for my part.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then let us &s;it, and fall to the Bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sit and fall: was that &s;o wi&s;ely &s;poken of a book-learned man now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>Still I forbear Pa&s;&s;ion becomes not Judges,</L>
<L>Now bring in the offender, the new and la&s;t offender.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>And.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray thinke on your &s;peeches.</P>
<STAGE>[Exit Typ&s;taff.]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>I have made &s;peeches that I hope &s;hall make Traytors.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>And.</SPEAKER>
<P>How?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>A&s;ham'd to wear their own heads on their &s;houlders.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Traytors head is not his own head: 'tis forfeired by Law to
<PB N="118" REF="270">
the King; 'tis the Kings head.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ay a Traytors head is his own Head: and a good Subjects head is the Kings Head.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;ay that's Trea&s;on: and the head thou weare&s;t is not thine own then, if thou bee&s;t a good Subject.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wilt thou tell me that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pa&s;&s;ion becomes not Judges, Brothers o'th the Bench.</P>
<L>The offender comes,</L>
<L>Now they are hot, he &s;hall be &s;ure to &s;moak for it.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="7" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. VII.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Alphon&s;o and Guard.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alph.</SPEAKER>
<L>Whither do you hale me? you Pea&s;e-por|ridge Pea&s;ants:</L>
<L>Is this a place for me to come to Tryal in?</L>
<L>If I had broke the Law, as I have not</L>
<L>I am a Peer, and do appeal unto</L>
<L>The Kings high Seat of Ju&s;tice, publikely.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>And will not our low &s;tool of Ju&s;tice, privily</P>
<L>Serve for a Traytor? ha.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your &s;elves are Traytors,</P>
<L>In &s;uccouring 'gain&s;t the Law, a di&s;&s;olute woman</L>
<L>Whom I command you, in the Kings high name,</L>
<L>To yield into my hands.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol. Pog. Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall be hang'd fir&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alph.</SPEAKER>
<P>By who&s;e Authority?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>By the &s;aid wo|mans Sir.</P>
<L>She is our Queen and her Authority is in our hands.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alph.</SPEAKER>
<P>That &s;peaks you Traytors: and the King has Law again&s;t you and her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<P>When you are hang'd he has: to the next able</P>
<L>Tree with him, and hang him pre&s;ently.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Villains: you dare not &s;o &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="119" REF="270">
<SPEAKER>Omu.</SPEAKER>
<L>We do all &s;ay Hang him with one accord:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gua.</SPEAKER>
<L>If on cord will not do't another &s;hall:</L>
<L>So come away Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay: hear a &s;peech fir&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alph.</SPEAKER>
<L>You dare not u&s;e me thus: dare you take Ju&s;tice one ye?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes Sir, we can &s;pie</L>
<L>Great faults in Noble Coats, with half an eye.</L>
<L>What though we nod? does Trea&s;on therefore think</L>
<L>Ju&s;tice is adle brain'd? or though &s;he wink</L>
<L>In us (as thus) that &s;he's a &s;leep? or &s;ay</L>
<L>She take a nap, d' ye think &s;hee'l &s;leep for ay?</L>
<L>No, &s;he but dreams a while, to circumvent,</L>
<L>Your vains hopes, with &s;harper puni&s;hment.</L>
<L>For if &s;he be but jogg'd, no Ma&s;tife takes</L>
<L>Swifter or &s;urer vengeance when &s;he wakes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>I, hang him, hang him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is he not hang'd yet?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>Without all peradventure the Hangman means to hang for him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Guard.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come Sir along, never hang backward, for up you mu&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay him, my &s;peeches will be lo&s;t el&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your long &s;peeches will loo&s;e our purpo&s;e again, without all peradventure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alph.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mu&s;t I be mock'd out of my life? and have</L>
<L>My death by hanging made a &s;port to Pea&s;ants,</L>
<L>In this blind hole oth' Kingdom?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why thou choplogicall Fellow, do&s;t thou not think, there are as good men hang'd, and as good &s;port made of it too, in the bli<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters"> holes of the Kingdom, as in the very eye or open mouth of it? ha!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>Away with him without peradventure</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alph.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am a Courtier, and &s;ervant to the King.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lot.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come all the Court in all your co&s;tly Braveries.</L>
<L><PB N="120" REF="271">
And Trea&s;on in your Breech, we'll hang you for your Knaveries,</L>
<L>On tree in Hempen twine nay if you come</L>
<L>In open Arms, up &s;hall you all and &s;ome.</L>
<L>For though for Tournament your Fames do flie</L>
<L>Run all at Tilt on us, wee'l draw you dry.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tell us you are a Courtier? we find here</L>
<L>F<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">u<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">s to correct, which you perceive not there.</L>
<L>So, now away with him, I have &s;poke my be&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>And without all peradventure well &s;aid Judge <HI>Andrea:</HI></L>
<L>How long mu&s;t we &s;ay away with him? ha!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alph.</SPEAKER>
<L>You hobnayl'd Ra&s;cals: can you think that you</L>
<L>Are fit to &s;pie or corrects faults at Court?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay, a &s;hort &s;peech for that, and turn him off.</L>
<L>Your &s;hoes at Court are all too fine and thin:</L>
<L>To tread out &s;nuffes and &s;parks of kindling Sin,</L>
<L>Which let alone the Ru&s;hes may take fire.</L>
<L>Then flame, then burn up higher &s;till, and higher:</L>
<L>You warm you at &s;uch fire, 'tis we walk through't</L>
<L>The hobnayl'd Common wealth mu&s;t tread it out.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>So, now away with him. Hang him fir&s;t, d' ye hear</L>
<L>He has the ba&s;t clothes, that will encourage</L>
<L>The Hangman the better to turn the re&s;t after him.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Eulalia, Lodovico.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Enl.</SPEAKER>
<L>Whither away with him?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>So, now you &s;ee what's become of your fine &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="2 letters">eches.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Will ye, 'gain&s;t all my Coun&s;els and reque&s;ts</L>
<L>Per&s;i&s;t to pull de&s;truction by taking others lives upon your own?</L>
<L>And &s;eem to carry it as in care for me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, 'tis in care of our &s;elves, becau&s;e we know</L>
<L>Not to breed our Children hone&s;tly without you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="121" REF="271">
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Have I not often councell'd and entreated</L>
<L>You would forbear?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your councels and entreats</L>
<L>We are bound to di&s;obey by Proclamation:</L>
<L>For we mu&s;t grant you nothing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVell found out.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<P>And therefore if you &s;ay, Hang not this man We are bound to hang him; we will &s;hew our &s;elves the Kings Subjects not yours.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>If you can an&s;wer't to the King, 'tis well;</L>
<L>His Maje&s;ty is here at hand.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go leave him unto me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>The King at hand? 'tis time for us to look about us.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lol.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mu&s;t not we be hang'd now?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pog.</SPEAKER>
<L>It will be &s;o, without all peradventure.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Relea&s;e your Pri&s;oner, &s;et him free, and go &s;end the re&s;t of the confederats.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt Guard Alphon&s;o kneeles.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alph.</SPEAKER>
<L>I was not bound till now</L>
<L>I have no power to move or &s;tir a limb:</L>
<L>O &s;acred Queen, u&s;e mercy, in ad<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">udging me,</L>
<L>To pre&s;ent death, to quit me of the torment.</L>
<L>That rages all upon me, all within me.</L>
<L>The &s;ight of you has &s;hot more paines into me</L>
<L>Then I have drops of blood: O let me die.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>I cannot give thee death: nor will my prayers</L>
<L>Be prevalent for thy cure poor &s;inful man!</L>
<L>Till rhou lay&s;t ope the cau&s;e of thy di&s;ea&s;e;</L>
<L>(Thy hainous &s;in) by fair and free confe&s;&s;ion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alph.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope no cure, and therefore ask no life.</L>
<L>But the Kings Ju&s;tice to afford me death,</L>
<L>That is no le&s;s de&s;erved then de&s;ir'd;</L>
<L>For I confe&s;s, This my Device was but</L>
<L>To make my way to you, t' have murder'd you.</L>
<STAGE>Enter two Lieutenants, Doctor and Midwife.</STAGE>
<L>Wrought thereunto by <HI>Alinda</HI>'s In&s;tigation.</L>
<L><PB N="122" REF="272">
More I confe&s;s; The Evidence again&s;t you,</L>
<L>Whereby you were de&s;pos'd, was fal&s;e.</L>
<L>And all the&s;e witne&s;&s;es which now do bring</L>
<L>Addition to my to my torment, did I hire</L>
<L>Both for their perjury pa&s;t, and for their late</L>
<L>Attempt upon your life, with the Queens money.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do you confe&s;s it?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Heaven Pardon our mi&s;deed: it is mo&s;t true.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Heaven grant you all your cures.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omn.</SPEAKER>
<L>All ble&s;&s;ings on the Queen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>All was confe&s;s'd before by <HI>Fabio</HI> and <HI>Strozzo.</HI></L>
<L>And you do well to &s;eem &s;o penitent:</L>
<L>I do forgive you: and will plead your pardon unto the King.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alph.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your &s;acred mercy Madam, &s;hall &s;ave a life then, to be &s;pent in Prai&s;es and Prayers for your Grace.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go, and pray for grace to mend your lives.</L>
<STAGE>[Exeunt offenders.]</STAGE>
<L>So, let's now to the King.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now look you about you: ca&s;t your Coats, and in&s;tantly</L>
<L>Ha&s;t to the Curat, hee's preparing &s;ports,</L>
<L>In &s;peech and Dance, to entertain the King:</L>
<L>Go and a&s;&s;i&s;t him: that mu&s;t be the way</L>
<L>To gain your Pardons.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come then, let's away,</L>
<L>No longer Brothers of the Bench wee'l be,</L>
<L>But of the Revels for his Maje&s;ty.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="8" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scoen. VIII.</HEAD>
<STAGE>[Recorders.]</STAGE>
<STAGE>Enter King, Horatio, Sforza, Petruccio.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>The&s;e troubles over: let us, now</L>
<L>Surveigh this part of my Po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion.</L>
<L><PB N="123" REF="272">
I never &s;aw before. I could contemplate</L>
<L>This late neglected peece of my E&s;tate,</L>
<L>To be the happie&s;t: &s;ure it is no le&s;s,</L>
<L>To tho&s;e that think on earth there's happine&s;s,</L>
<L>The Air di&s;per&s;eth plea&s;ure and the Earth</L>
<L>Of fre&s;h delight to every &s;tep gives birth.</L>
<L>Here plentie grows, and above it content,</L>
<L>Ore &s;preads the Face of all the Continent.</L>
<L><HI>Eulalia,</HI> thou art happy, and did&s;t ri&s;e,</L>
<L>Not fall from Court into this Paradi&s;e.</L>
<L>Thy can it move my admiration much,</L>
<L>Thy vertue wrought the change, and made it &s;uch.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, the King is &s;ad, what &s;hall we do?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am as &s;ad as he, and &s;hould be dead,</L>
<L>If he were dead: and therefore no fit member</L>
<L>To make Him merry, I: try your vein with him,</L>
<L>Tell him your Daughters dying; that may cheer him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Are you &s;o tart Court Blain-worm?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet can I &s;mile in mid&s;t of grief to think</L>
<L>How the Court malice hath been wav'd and puni&s;hed,</L>
<L>By Ru&s;tical &s;implicitie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Sun</L>
<L>Appears again in the Kings &s;miles: ob&s;erve.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I thank your Maje&s;tie, that &s;weet &s;mile re|viv'd me,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who &s;mil'd?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>not I, I'm &s;ure did you: or you?</L>
<P>There could be no &s;uch thing: who dares be mer|ry, when the King's &s;ad?</P>
<STAGE>Shalmes</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, here are &s;ome now coming, I hear 'm, that are merry in hope to make the King &s;o.</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="9" TYPE="scene">
<PB N="124" REF="273">
<HEAD>Scoen. IX.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Curat richly rob'd, and Crown'd with Bays, playing on a Fiddle, many School Boys with Skaerfes and No&s;egays, &amp;c. then follow Gonzago, dre&s;s'd and Crown'd as Queen of the Girles, fol|lowing her: at la&s;t Eulalia &s;upported by Lodovico and Andrea: Alphan&s;o, Strozzo, Fabio, D. Mid|wife. The former being all pa&s;s'd over the Stage: they kneel to the King.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>O my <HI>Enlalia!</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Still the mo&s;t humble Handmaid</L>
<L>To your high Maje&s;tie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thy words are &s;weet:</L>
<L>Yet to my guiltie &s;en&s;e they are not le&s;s</L>
<L>Then thunder bolts; fram'd of the wrongs I &s;hot</L>
<L>Again&s;t the Heavenly Region of thy mind.</L>
<L>And 'tis but Ju&s;tice that the repercu&s;&s;ion</L>
<L>Do &s;trike me dead.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>No Pa&s;&s;ion mighty Sir,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>O my &s;weet Queen! but I am thunder &s;truck</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Old Lad, art there? &s;till &s;ick oth' Kings di&s;ea&s;e.</L>
<STAGE>[a&s;ide]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>If I may pre&s;ume of any favour, vouch&s;afe a glance on the&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alphon&s;o Stro. Fab. Doctor and Mid.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be&s;ech your Highne&s;s.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Curat Gonzago in his hand veil'd three or four La&s;&s;es.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thus have you &s;een great King in be&s;t array,</L>
<L><HI>No&s;tri Di&s;cipuli</HI> have made Holy-day,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t I their Paedagogue or pettie King</L>
<L>Pre&s;ent in hand this little Royal Thing,</L>
<L><PB N="125" REF="273">
Yclep'd their Queen or Mi&s;tri&s;s: <HI>certe fallor</HI></L>
<L>For that's the Royal School Mi&s;tte&s;s as we call her.</L>
<L>And this her under U&s;ner: vey'ld is &s;he,</L>
<L>Dreading the Power of &s;hinning Maje&s;ty.</L>
<L>Might dazle her Dancing: for <HI>nunc e&s;t &s;altandum,</HI></L>
<L>And here are Lads and La&s;&s;es that at Random</L>
<L>Have left their works, as we the School &amp; <HI>Templum,</HI></L>
<L>To follow us; 'tis <HI>Regis ad Exemplum.</HI></L>
<L>The youth's are muffled for their better graces,</L>
<L>Though you may like their feet, youl'd blame their Faces</L>
<L>But Ile not trouble you with long Oration,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e I had but &s;hort precogitation.</L>
<STAGE>[Dance]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>His Highne&s;s thanks you: and hath here di&s;|pos'd</L>
<L>An hundred Duccats in this Pur&s;e inclos'd;</L>
<L>Drink it among&s;t ye to the Kings well faring,</L>
<L>And &s;ee there be no falling out ith' &s;haring</L>
<L>So make your <HI>Exit.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cur.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Non &s;imus ingrati</HI></L>
<L><HI>Rex &amp; Regina &s;emper &s;int Beati.</HI></L>
<STAGE>Exeunt Curat and La&s;&s;es.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay you a while.</L>
<STAGE>Manent Fabio Strozzo Alphon&s;o Doctor and Mid|wife; they all kneel.</STAGE>
<L>You know my Story, Sir, and who have been</L>
<L>My &s;trong abu&s;ers, and by me converced,</L>
<L>Therefore let me Petition: Royal King</L>
<L>You have by the&s;e di&s;covered the abu&s;e</L>
<L>That led you into error: and that light,</L>
<L>Which makes di&s;covery of their black mi&s;deeds,</L>
<L>Will &s;hew you to a Throne of greater merey</L>
<L>Then you can give.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mu&s;t confe&s;s I need it,</L>
<L>Bee't as thou wilt <HI>Eulalia.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go then, and thank the King.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>All.</SPEAKER>
<L>Long live the King and Queen.</L>
<STAGE>[Exeunt offenders.]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here's goodne&s;s now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would the De|vil
<PB N="126" REF="274">
had, 'm that thought ill of her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<P>And good King Pardon me, and my pure brother Judges, and Sages of the Dorpe here, that would have hang'd tho&s;e Manufactors.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis quickly grauted.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>And Ile as quickly make them run mad with Joy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>My next &s;uit is, (for now I'm &s;et a begging,</L>
<L>You'l Pardon your <HI>Alinda.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>She is not mine;</L>
<L>Should &s;he recover, as Heavens will be done.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Recover? fear not, Sir, this Traun&s;e ha&s;t drown'd</L>
<L>Her Frenzie, and &s;hee'l live a &s;ober life.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;hall forgive her,</L>
<L>But &s;he mu&s;t no more, in her recovery:</L>
<L>Be con&s;ort or acquaintance unto me:</L>
<L>But where's Po&s;teritie now? O my Boy!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir you have had but homely entertainment</L>
<L>Yet in my humble dwelling: now Ile &s;hew you</L>
<L>(Since you appear &s;o tender and &s;o good</L>
<L>A Father) the &s;weet comfort of a Son;</L>
<L>Pray fetch the Prince.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>You cannot rai&s;e from death.</L>
<STAGE>Exit Lodovico.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Can you forgive <HI>Pttrucio</HI> that deceiv'd you</L>
<L>In his faign'd death, to &s;ave a real life:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Forgive? he won me in pre&s;erving <HI>Sforza,</HI></L>
<L>Let me but &s;ee my Son, Ile honour him.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Lodovico with Gonzrgo.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>See the mo&s;t Princely vertue that &s;urvives.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>lives my <HI>Gonzago?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gonz.</SPEAKER>
<L>If you my Royal Father be not di&s;pleas'd</L>
<L>With me, or my good mother, I &s;hall live.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>And long live my &s;weet Prince.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let not my joy confound me! where's <HI>Petruccid?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="127" REF="274">
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Sforza</HI> and he are bringing the entraun&s;'d Alinda</L>
<L>(Your fair Queen to your pre&s;ence.)</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>She is no Queen of mine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, hang her, hang her. This, this is the Queen.</L>
<L>A very Queen of harts: a better Title</L>
<L>Crowns not the be&s;t of women in our days.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good <HI>Lodovico,</HI> may the merited Fame of thy fidelitie,</L>
<L>While there are Kings on Earth, Shew them to gra|tifie</L>
<L>All tru&s;tie &s;ervants: love him <HI>Gonzago.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Love him? my Loyaltie pre&s;erv'd,</L>
<L>I &s;hall not de&s;ire the Princes love my &s;elf</L>
<L>If he not giv't to faithful <HI>Lodovico,</HI></L>
<L>My true yoak fellow in State and Commonwealth.</L>
<STAGE>[Recorders.]</STAGE>
<STAGE>Enter Sforza and Petruccio, bringing Alinda in a Chayre, veyl'd.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>But here's the man <HI>Gonzago,</HI> whom thou owe&s;t,</L>
<L>A love of equal value to thy life.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Petr.</SPEAKER>
<L>I cannot Sir, in dutie neverthele&s;s</L>
<L>But fall before your mercy, which I pray for,</L>
<L>That dur&s;t a&s;&s;ume the hardne&s;s to control:</L>
<L>Your Maje&s;tie Command.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>There is a Loyaltie after my own heart now.</L>
<L><HI>Here a new Song, Ealalia unvailes Alinda.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ble&s;s'd Heauen! &s;he lives and wakes I hope in health.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>If &s;he awake to vertue, &s;he is welcome,</L>
<L>Into the the world again: but if &s;he ri&s;e</L>
<L>With an Ambitious Throught of what &s;he was</L>
<L>Or meet the light with a pre&s;umptuous look:</L>
<L>That renders her in thought but worthy of it:</L>
<L>By this ble&s;s'd pre&s;ence I will yet take leave.</L>
<L><PB N="128" REF="275">
To &s;ink her under earth immediatly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Patience good <HI>Sforza,</HI> &s;ee what &s;he will do.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Where have I been? or how am I brought hither?</L>
<L>Or where I am I know not: but that &s;hall not.</L>
<STAGE>[Mu&s;ick cea&s;ed.]</STAGE>
<L>Be unto me a wonder: for I know</L>
<L>Were it reveil'd, it could not be &s;o &s;trange:</L>
<L>A &s;totie as my &s;elf was to the world.</L>
<L>How have I wandred in the way of Error!</L>
<L>Till I was worn into an Airie vapour.</L>
<L>Then wrap'd into a cloud: and thence di&s;till'd,</L>
<L>Into the earth to find a new creation.</L>
<L>'Tis found: and I am found in better &s;tate,</L>
<L>Then I was in, before I lo&s;t my Dutie.</L>
<L>For in this &s;econd Birth: I find a knowledge</L>
<L>How to pre&s;erve it: Therefore if an Heart</L>
<L>Di&s;&s;olved in its Tears may move your Pity</L>
<L>My noble Father, (if I may &s;ay Father,)</L>
<L>Who&s;e ble&s;&s;ing and forgivene&s;s I entreat,</L>
<L>Let not your frown de&s;troy my future hopes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>What a rich &s;ound were this now, were it reall!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eul.</SPEAKER>
<L>As you may think I honour vertue <HI>Sforza,</HI></L>
<L>I do believe 'tis really unfaigned.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is Heavens goodne&s;s to your Grace then Madam.</L>
<L>The more to vindicate your injur'd vertue.</L>
<L>And manife&s;t your merits to the world,</L>
<L>Thou art mine own again <HI>Alinda.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eal.</SPEAKER>
<L>Note her further.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alin.</SPEAKER>
<L>My &s;uit is next to you King, Queen, and Prince,</L>
<L>Who&s;e love, who&s;e Pietie, who&s;e Innocence,</L>
<L>I have too much abus'd that to appeal,</L>
<L><PB N="129" REF="275">
My tre&s;pa&s;&s;es at large by due confe&s;&s;ion.</L>
<L>I &s;hould appear but more impertinent to each eye and ear.</L>
<L>My &s;uit is therefore (though you not forget</L>
<L>I ever was) you will be pleas'd to think,</L>
<L>There is not an <HI>Alinda</HI> in the world.</L>
<L>So give me leave to leave it: and in this,</L>
<L>I beg my Fathers Aid, to be remov'd</L>
<L>Back to my countrey Naples; and in that,</L>
<L>Into the Magdalene Nunnerie at Lucera,</L>
<L>To &s;pend this life in Tears for my ami&s;s,</L>
<L>And holy Prayers for eternal Bli&s;s.</L>
<STAGE>[veiles ber &s;elf.]</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>So thou art mine for ever.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>She has anticipated my great purpo&s;e,</L>
<L>For on the reconcilement of this difference,</L>
<L>I vow'd my after life unto the Mona&s;te<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ie</L>
<L>Of holy <HI>Augu&s;tinians</HI> at <HI>Solanto.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omn.</SPEAKER>
<L>O mighty Sir!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis not to be gain-&s;aid.</L>
<L>So ha&s;t we to <HI>Nico&s;ia,</HI> where (my Son)</L>
<L>In lieu of former wrongs, Ile yield thee up my Crown and Kingdom.</L>
<L>Your vertuous mother (whom may you for ever</L>
<L>Honour for her pietie) with the&s;e true</L>
<L>State&s;men, will enable you to govern well.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who makes a doubt of that?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>And let your &s;tudie, Sir, be ever watchful</L>
<L>To cheri&s;h vertue, as to puni&s;h vice.</L>
<L>And &s;ee that you con&s;iderative be</L>
<L>Of <HI>Sforza,</HI> in the wrongs he felt by me.</L>
<L>His was the greate&s;t lo&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sfor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I have won:</L>
<L>My wrongs are drown'd in her conver&s;ion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good <HI>Sforza,</HI> &s;ee her plac'd as &s;he de&s;ires,</L>
<L><PB N="130" REF="276">
In that Religious order. I have now</L>
<L>Plighted my Troth to Heaven, and &s;o has &s;he.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omn.</SPEAKER>
<L>O may (Sir) &s;uch Wedlock ne'er broken be.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>King.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now with &s;uch melting &s;ilence as &s;weet Souls</L>
<L>From Bodies part to Immortalitie,</L>
<L>May we for better life divided be.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt Omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
<CLOSER>Dedit Deus his quo&abque; finem.
<SIGNED>RIC. BROME.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<HEAD>The Epilogue.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lod.</SPEAKER>
<L>THrough much di&s;tre&s;s, and many perilous wayes</L>
<L>Our Queen at la&s;t with more then conquering Bays</L>
<L>Is Crown'd with hearts: but now &s;he fals again,</L>
<L>And we, except her glory you maintain.</L>
<L>Our good depends on you then, thus it &s;tands;</L>
<L>She chears our Hearts, if &s;he but gain your Hands.</L>
</SP>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
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