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<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="1">
<P>POETASTER Or The Arraignment: <HI>As it hath beene &s;undry times priuately acted in the</HI> Blacke Friers, <HI>by the children of her Maie&s;ties</HI> Chappell.</P>
<P>Compo&s;ed, by <HI>Ben. Iohn&s;on.</HI></P>
<P><HI>Et mihi de nullo fama rubore placet.</HI></P>
<P>LONDON &para; Printed for <HI>M. L.</HI> and are to be &s;ould in Saint Dun&s;tans Church-yarde. 1602.</P>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<PB REF="2">
<HEAD>THE PERSONS THAT <HI>ACT.</HI></HEAD>
<LIST>
<ITEM N="1"><HI>1. Augu&s;tus Cae&s;ar.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="2"><HI>2. Mecaenas.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="3"><HI>3. Mar. Ouid.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="4"><HI>4. Cor. Gallus.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="5"><HI>5. Propertius.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="6"><HI>6. Fu. Ari&s;tius.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="7"><HI>7. Pub. Ouid.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="8"><HI>8. Virgill.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="9"><HI>9. Horace.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="10"><HI>10. Tucca.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="11"><HI>11. Lupus.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="12"><HI>12. Cri&s;pinus.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="13"><HI>13. Hermogenes.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="14"><HI>14. De. Fannius.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="15"><HI>15. Albius.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="16"><HI>16. Minos.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="17"><HI>17. Hi&s;trio.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="18"><HI>18. Pyrgus.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="19"><HI>19. Lictor.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="20"><HI>20. Iulia.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="21"><HI>21. Cytheris.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="22"><HI>22. Plautia.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="23"><HI>23. Chlo&euml;.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM N="24"><HI>24. Maydes.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
<LG>
<HEAD>Ad Lectorem.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Ludimus innocuis verbis, hoc iuro potentis</HI></L>
<L><HI>Per Genium Famae, Ca&s;talidum&abque; gregem:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Per&abque; tuas aures, magni mihi numinis in&s;tar,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Lector, inhumana liber ab Inuidia,</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="2">
<HEAD>LIVOR</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LIght, I &s;alute thee; but with wounded nerues:</L>
<L>Wi&s;hing thy golden &s;plendor, pitchy darkne&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>Whats here? <HI>Th'arraignment?</HI> I: This, this is it,</L>
<L>That our &s;unke eyes haue wak't for, all this while:</L>
<L>Here will be &s;ubiect for my Snakes and me.</L>
<L>Cling to my necke and wri&s;ts my louing Wormes;</L>
<L>And ca&s;t you round, in &s;oft, and amorous foulds,</L>
<L>Till I doe bid, <HI>vncurle:</HI> Then, breake your knots;</L>
<L>Shoote out your &s;elues at length, as your forc't &s;tings</L>
<L>Would hide them &s;elues within his malic't &s;ides,</L>
<L>To whom I &s;hall apply you. Stay: the &s;hine</L>
<L>Of this a&s;&s;embly here offends my &s;ight,</L>
<L>Ile darken that fir&s;t, and out-face their grace.</L>
<L>Wonder not if I &s;tare: The&s;e fifteene weekes</L>
<L>(So long as &s;ince the Plot was but an <HI>Embrion</HI>)</L>
<L>Haue I, with burning lights, mixt vigilant thoughts,</L>
<L>In expectation of this hated Play:</L>
<L>To which (at la&s;t) I am arriu'd as <HI>Prologue.</HI></L>
<L>Nor would I, you &s;hould looke for other lookes,</L>
<L>Ge&s;ture, or complement from me, then what</L>
<L>Th' infected bulke of Enuie can afford:</L>
<L>For I am ri&s;&s;e here with a couetous Hope,</L>
<L>To bla&s;t your plea&s;ures, and de&s;troy your &s;ports,</L>
<L>With wre&s;tings, Comments, applications,</L>
<L>Spie-like &s;ugge&s;tions, priuy whi&s;perings,</L>
<L>And thou&s;and &s;uch promooting &s;leights as the&s;e.</L>
<L>Marke, how I will begin: The Scene is, ha?</L>
<L><HI>Rome? Rome?</HI> and <HI>Rome?</HI> Cracke ey&s;trings, and your balls</L>
<L>Drop into earth; let me be euer blind.</L>
<L>I am preuented; All my hopes are cro&s;t,</L>
<L>Checkt, and abated; fie, a freezing &s;weate</L>
<PB REF="3">
<L>Flowes foorth at all my Pores, my Entrailes burne:</L>
<L>What &s;hould I doe? <HI>Rome: Rome?</HI> O my vext &s;oule,</L>
<L>How might I force this to the pre&s;ent &s;tate?</L>
<L>Are there no <HI>Players</HI> here? no <HI>Poet-Apes,</HI></L>
<L>That come with Ba&s;ili&s;kes eyes, who&s;e forked tongues</L>
<L>Are &s;teept in venome, as their harts in gall?</L>
<L>Either of the&s;e would helpe me; they could wre&s;t,</L>
<L>Peruert, and poy&s;on all they heare, or &s;ee,</L>
<L>With &s;en&s;ele&s;&s;e glo&s;&s;es, and allu&s;ions.</L>
<L>Now if you be good Diuels, fly me not.</L>
<L>You know what deare, and ample faculties</L>
<L>I haue endowed you with: Ile lend you more.</L>
<L>Here, take my Snakes among you; come, and eate,</L>
<L>And while the &s;queez diuice flowes in your blacke iawes,</L>
<L>Helpe me to damne the Author: Spit it foorth</L>
<L>Vpon his lines, and &s;hew your ru&s;tie teeth</L>
<L>At euery word, or accent: or el&s;e choo&s;e</L>
<L>Out of my longe&s;t vipers, to &s;ticke downe</L>
<L>In your deepe throates; and let the heads come foorth</L>
<L>At your ranke mouthes; that he may &s;ee you armd</L>
<L>With triple malice, to hi&s;&s;e, &s;ting, and teare</L>
<L>His worke, and him: to forge, and then declame,</L>
<L>Traduce, corrupt, apply, enforme, &s;ugge&s;t;</L>
<L>O, the&s;e are gifts wherein your &s;oules are ble&s;t.</L>
<L>What? doe you hide your &s;elues? will none appeare?</L>
<L>None an&s;were? What, doth this calme troupe affright you?</L>
<L>Nay then I doe de&s;paire: Downe, &s;inke againe.</L>
<L>This trauaile is all lo&s;t with my dead hopes.</L>
<L>If in &s;uch bo&s;omes, Spight haue left to dwell,</L>
<L>Enuie is not on earth, nor &s;car&s;e in hell,</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="3">
<HEAD>PROLOGVS.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>STAY Mon&s;ter: ere thou &s;inke, thus on thy heade</HI></L>
<L><HI>Set wee our boulder foote; with which we tread</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thy malice into earth: So Spight &s;hould die;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Despis'd and &s;cornd by noble indu&s;try.</HI></L>
<L><HI>If any mu&s;e why I &s;alute the</HI> Stage,</L>
<L><HI>An armed</HI> Prologue; <HI>know 't is a dangerous age:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Wherein, who writes, had neede pre&s;ent his</HI> Scenes</L>
<L><HI>Fortie fold proofe again&s;t the coniuring meanes</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of ba&s;e Detractors, and illiterate Apes,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That fill vp roomes in faire and formall &s;hapes.</HI></L>
<L><HI>'Gain&s;t the&s;e, haue we put on this forc't defen&s;e:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Whereof the</HI> Allegory <HI>and hid &s;en&s;e</HI></L>
<L><HI>Is, that a well erected Confidence</HI></L>
<L><HI>Can fright their pride, and laugh their follie hence.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Here now, put ca&s;e our</HI> Author <HI>&s;hould once more</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sweare that his</HI> Play <HI>were good; he doth implore,</HI></L>
<L><HI>You would not argue him of Arrogance;</HI></L>
<L><HI>How ere that common Spawne of Ignorance,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Our Fry of</HI> Writers, <HI>may be&s;lime his fame,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And giue his action that adulterate name.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Such full blowne vanity he more doth loath</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then ba&s;e deiection; There's a meane twixt both:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Which with a constant firmene&s;&s;e he pur&s;ues,</HI></L>
<L><HI>As one that knowes the &s;trength of his owne</HI> Mu&s;e.</L>
<L><HI>And this he hopes all free &s;oules will allowe:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Others that take it with a rugged browe,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Their moodes he rather pities, then enuies:</HI></L>
<L><HI>His minde it is aboue their iniuries.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="play">
<PB REF="4">
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACTVS PRIMVS.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>SCENA PRIMA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Ouid, Lu&s;cus.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>THEN, when this bodie fals in funerall fire, My name &s;hall liue, and my be&s;t part aspire.</HI> It &s;hall goe &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Young ma&s;ter, Ma&s;ter <HI>Ouid,</HI> do you heare? Gods a me! away with your <HI>&s;ongs</HI> and <HI>&s;onets;</HI> and on with your gowne and Cappe, quickly: here, here, your Father will bee a man of this roome pre&s;ently. Come, nay, nay, nay, nay, be briefe. The&s;e ver&s;es too, a poy&s;on on 'hem, I cannot abide 'hem, they make me readie to ca&s;t, by the bankes of <HI>Helicon.</HI> Nay looke, what a ra&s;cally vntoward thing this <HI>Poetry</HI> is; I could teare 'hem now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Giue mee, how neere's my Father?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hart a'man: get a lawe booke in your hand, I will not an&s;were you el&s;e. Why &s;o: now there's &s;ome formalitie in you; By <HI>Ioue,</HI> &amp; three or foure of the Gods more, I am right of myne olde ma&s;ters humour for that; this villanous <HI>Poetry</HI> will vndoe you, by the Welkin.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, ha&s;t thou bu&s;kins on, <HI>Lu&s;cus,</HI> that thou &s;wear'&s;t &s;o tragically and high?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>No: but I haue bootes on &s;ir, and &s;o ha's your father too by this time: for he call'd for 'hem, ere I came from the lodging.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why? was he no readier?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>O no; and there was the mad skeldring Captaine, with the veluet armes, readie to lay holde on him as he comes down: hee that pre&s;&s;es euery man hee meetes, with an oath, to lend him money, and cries; <HI>Thou mu&s;t doo't old boy, as thou art a man, a man of wor&s;hippe.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who? <HI>Pantilius Tucca?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, hee: and I met little ma&s;ter <HI>Lupus</HI> the <HI>Tribune,</HI> going thither too.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="4">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, and he be vnder their arre&s;t, I may (with &s;afetie e|nough) reade ouer my <HI>Elegy,</HI> before he come.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gods a mee! What'll you doe? why, yong ma&s;ter, you are not <HI>Ca&s;talian</HI> mad, lunatike, frantike, de&s;perate? ha?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat aile&s;t thou, <HI>Lu&s;cus?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>God be with you &s;ir, Ile leaue you to your Poeticall fan|cies and <HI>furies.</HI> Ile not be guilty, I.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Be not, good ignorance: I'm glad th'art gone: For thus alone, our Eare &s;hall better iudge The ha&s;tie errors of our morning <HI>Mu&s;e.</HI></P>
</SP>
<LG>
<L><HI>ENVIE, why twit&s;t thou me,
<NOTE PLACE="marg">Ouid. Lib. 1. Amo. Ele. 15.</NOTE> my Time's spent ill?</HI></L>
<L><HI>And call'&s;t my ver&s;e, fruites of an idle quill?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or that (vnlike the line from whence I sprong)</HI></L>
<L><HI>Wars du&s;tie honors I pur&s;ue not young?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or that I &s;tudie not the taedious lawes;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And pro&s;titute my voice in euery cau&s;e?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thy &s;cope is mortall; mine eternall Fame,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Which through the world &s;hall euer chaunt my name.</HI></L>
<L>Homer <HI>will liue, whil'&s;t</HI> Tenedos <HI>&s;tands, and</HI> Ide,</L>
<L><HI>Or to the &s;ea, fleete</HI> Simo&iuml;s <HI>doth &s;lide:</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;o &s;hall</HI> He&s;iod <HI>too, while vines doe beare,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or crooked &s;ickles crop the ripened eare.</HI></L>
<L>Callimachus, <HI>though in Inuention lowe,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Shall &s;till be &s;ung, &s;ince he in Arte doth flowe.</HI></L>
<L><HI>No lo&s;&s;e &s;hall come to</HI> Sophocles <HI>proud vaine,</HI></L>
<L><HI>With Sunne and Moone</HI> Aratus <HI>&s;hall remaine.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Whil'st Slaues be fal&s;e, Fathers hard, &amp; Bauds be whori&s;h,</HI></L>
<L><HI>VVhilst Harlots flatter, &s;hall</HI> Menander <HI>flori&s;h.</HI></L>
<L>Ennius, <HI>though rude, and</HI> Accius <HI>high-reard &s;traine,</HI></L>
<L><HI>A fre&s;h applau&s;e in euery age &s;hall gaine.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of</HI> Varro's <HI>name, what eare &s;hall not be tolde?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of</HI> Ia&s;ons Argo? <HI>and the</HI> Fleece <HI>of</HI> golde?</L>
<L><HI>Then, &s;hall</HI> Lucretius <HI>lofty numbers die,</HI></L>
<L><HI>VVhen Earth, and Seas in fire and flames &s;hall frye.</HI></L>
<PB REF="5">
<L>Titirus, <HI>Tillage,</HI> Aeney <HI>&s;hall be read,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Whil'&s;t</HI> Rome <HI>of all the conquer'd world is head.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Till</HI> Cupids <HI>fires be out, and his bowe broken,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thy ver&s;es (neate</HI> Tibullus) <HI>&s;hall be spoken.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Our</HI> Gallus <HI>&s;hall be knowne from Ea&s;t to We&s;t:</HI></L>
<L><HI>So &s;hall</HI> Lycoris, <HI>whome he now loues be&s;t.</HI></L>
<L><HI>The &s;uffring Plough-&s;hare or the Flint may weares</HI></L>
<L><HI>But heauenly</HI> Po&euml;&s;ie <HI>no death can feare.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Kings &s;hall giue place to it, and kingly &s;howes,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The bankes ore which gold-bearing</HI> Tagus <HI>flowes.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Kneele hindes to tra&s;h: me let bright</HI> Phoebus <HI>&s;well,</HI></L>
<L><HI>With cups full flowing from the</HI> Mu&s;es <HI>Well.</HI></L>
<L><HI>The fro&s;t-drad Myrtle &s;hall impale my heade,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And of &s;ad louers Ile be often read.</HI></L>
<L><HI>"Enuie, the liuing, not the deade, doth bite.</HI></L>
<L><HI>"For after death all men receiue their right.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then when this bodie fals in funera'l fire,</HI></L>
<L><HI>My name &s;hall liue, and my be&s;t part a&s;pire.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>SCENA SECVNDA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>&para; <HI>Ouid &s;enior, Ouid Iunior, Lu&s;cus, Tucca, Lupus, Pyrgus.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid &s;en.</SPEAKER>
<P>YOVR name &s;hall liue indeede &s;ir; your &s;ay true: but how infamou&s;ly, how &s;corn'd and contem|n'd in the eyes and eares of the be&s;t and graue&s;t <HI>Romanes,</HI> that you think not on: you neuer &s;o much as dreame of that. Are the&s;e the fruits of all my Trauaile &amp; Expen&s;es? is this the Scope and Aime of thy &s;tudies? are the&s;e the hopeful cour&s;es, wherwith I haue &s;o long flattered my expectation from thee? Ver&s;es? <HI>Poe|try? Ouid,</HI> whome I thought to &s;ee the Pleader, become <HI>Ouid</HI> the Play-maker?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid Iun.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid &s;en.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir. I heare of a Tragedie of yours comming foorth for the co~mon Players there, call'd <HI>Medea.</HI> By my hou&s;|holde
<PB REF="5">gods, if I come to the acting of it, Ile adde one tragicke parte, more then is yet expected, to it: beleeue me when I promi&s;e it. What? &s;hal I haue my &s;on a Stager now? an Enghle for Players? a Gull? a Rooke? a Shot-clog? to make &s;uppers, and bee laught at? <HI>Publius,</HI> I wil &s;et thee on the funeral pile fir&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid Iun.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I be&s;eech you to haue patience.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, this tis to haue your eares damm'd vp to good cou~|&s;ell. I did augure all this to him afore hand, without poring into an oxes paunch for the matter, and yet he would not be &s;cru|pulous.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucc.</SPEAKER>
<P>How now, good man &s;laue? what, <HI>Rowle Powle?</HI> all ri|uals, Ra&s;cal? why my Knight of wor&s;hippe, do'&s;t heare? Are the&s;e thy be&s;t <HI>proiectes?</HI> is this thy <HI>de&s;&s;eignes</HI> and thy <HI>di&s;cipline,</HI> to &s;uffer knaues to be competitors with <HI>Commaunders</HI> and Gent|men? are we <HI>paralels,</HI> ra&s;call? are we <HI>paralels?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid &s;en.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirrah, goe get my hor&s;es readie. You'll &s;till be pra|ting.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe, you perpetuall Stinkard, doe: goe, talke to Tap|&s;ters and O&s;tlers you &s;laue: they are i'your element, go: here be the Emperours captaines, you Raggamu&s;&s;in Ra&s;cal; and not your <HI>Comrades.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lup.</SPEAKER>
<P>Indeede, Sir <HI>Marcus Ouid,</HI> the&s;e Players are an idle Ge|neration, &amp; doe much harme in a State, corrupt young gentrie very much, I knowe it: I haue not been a <HI>Tribune</HI> thus long and ob&s;eru'd nothing: be&s;ides, they will robbe vs, vs, that are Magi&s;trates, of our re&s;pect, bring vs vpon their Stages, &amp; make vs ridiculous to the Plebeians; they will play you, or me, the wi|&s;e&s;t men they can come by &s;till; me: onely to bring vs in con|tempt with the vulgar, and make vs cheape.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Th'art in the right, my venerable <HI>Crop&s;hin,</HI> they wil indeede: the tongue of the <HI>Oracle</HI> neuer twangd truer. Your <HI>Courtier</HI> cannot ki&s;&s;e his mi&s;tre&s;&s;e Slippers, in quiet, for 'hem, nor your white innocent Gallant pawne his reuelling &s;uit, to make his Punque a &s;upper. An hone&s;t decayed <HI>Commaunder,</HI> cannot skelder, cheat, nor be &s;eene in a baudie hou&s;e, but he &s;hal
<PB REF="6">be &s;traight in one of their wormewod Comedies. They are growne licentious, the Rogues; Libertines, flat Libertines. They forget they are i'the Statute, the Ra&s;cals, they are blazond there, there they are trickt, they and their <HI>Pedigrees:</HI> they neede no other <HI>Heralds</HI> Iwi&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid &s;e.</SPEAKER>
<P>Me thinkes if nothing el&s;e, yet this alone; the verie reading of the publike Edictes &s;hould fright thee from Com|merce with them; and giue thee di&s;ta&s;te enough of their acti|ons. But this betrayes what a Student you are: this argues your proficiencie in the Law.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid Iu.</SPEAKER>
<L>They wrong me &s;ir, and doe abu&s;e you more,</L>
<L>That blowe your eares with the&s;e vntrue reports.</L>
<L>I am not knowne vnto the open Stage,</L>
<L>Nor doe I trafique in their <HI>Theaters.</HI></L>
<L>Indeede, I doe acknowledge, at reque&s;t</L>
<L>Of &s;ome neare friends, and honorable <HI>Romaines,</HI></L>
<L>I haue begunne a Poeme of that nature.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid &s;e.</SPEAKER>
<P>You haue &s;ir, a Poeme? and where is't? that's the Law you &s;tudie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid Iun.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Cornelius Gallus</HI> borrowed it to reade.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid &s;e.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Cornelius Gallus?</HI> Ther's another gallant, too, hath drunke of the &s;ame poy&s;on: and <HI>Tibullus</HI> and <HI>Propertius.</HI> But the&s;e are Gentlemen of meanes, and Reuenewes now. Thou art a yonger brother, and ha&s;t nothing, but thy bare exhibition: which I prote&s;t &s;hall be bare indeede, if thou for&s;ake not the&s;e vnprofitable by-cour&s;es, and that timely too. Name me a pro|fe&s;t Poet, that his <HI>Poetry</HI> did euer afford him &s;o much as a com|petencie. I, your God of <HI>Poets</HI> there (whom all of you admire and reuerence &s;o much) <HI>Homer,</HI> he who&s;e worm-eaten Statue mu&s;t not be &s;pewd again&s;t, but with hallowed lips and groue|ling adoration, what was he? what was he?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Marry he tell thee old Swaggrer; He was a poore blind riming Ra&s;cal, that liu'd ob&s;curely vp and down in Boothes &amp; Tap-hou&s;es, and &s;carce euer made a good meale in his &s;leepe, the whor&s;on hungry begger.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="6">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid &s;en.</SPEAKER>
<P>He &s;ayes well. Nay I knowe this nettles you now: but an&s;were mee; Is't not true? Is't not true? You'll tell mee his name &s;hal liue, &amp; that now (being deade) his workes haue eter|ni&s;ed him, and made him diuine: but coulde this diuinitie feede him while he liued, could his name fea&s;t him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou &s;peak'&s;t &s;entences, olde <HI>Bias.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid &s;en.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, the day growes olde, gentlemen, and I mu&s;t leaue you. <HI>Publius,</HI> if thou wilt hould my fauour, aba~don the&s;e idle fruitle&s;&s;e &s;tudies that &s;o traduce thee. Send <HI>Ianus</HI> home his backe face againe, and looke onely forward to the Law: Intend that. I will alowe thee, what &s;hal &s;uit thee in the ranke of Gen|tlemen, and maintaine thy &s;ocietie with the be&s;t: &amp; vnder the&s;e conditions, I leaue thee. My ble&s;&s;ings light vpon thee, if thou re&s;pect them: if not, mine eyes may droppe for thee, but thine owne heart will ake for it &s;elfe; and &s;o farewell. What, are my hor&s;es come?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir, they are at the gate without.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid &s;en,</SPEAKER>
<P>That's well. <HI>A&s;inius Lupus,</HI> a word. Captaine, I &s;hall take my leaue of you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, my little knight Errant, di&s;patch with Caualier <HI>Cothurnus</HI> there; I'le attend thee, I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>To borrowe &s;ome ten Drachmes, I knowe his Pro|iecte.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid &s;en.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir you &s;hall make mee beholding to you. Now Captaine <HI>Tucca,</HI> what &s;ay you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, what &s;hould I &s;ay? or what can I &s;ay, my mo&s;t <HI>Magnanimous Mirror of Knighthood?</HI> Shold I &s;ay thou art rich? or that thou art honorable? or wi&s;e? or valiant? or learned? or li|berall? Why, thou art all the&s;e, and thou-knowe&s;t it (my noble <HI>Lucullus</HI>) thou knowe&s;t it: come, be not a&s;hamed of thy ver|tues, olde Stumpe. <HI>Honour's</HI> a good brooch to weare in a mans hat, at all times. Thou art the man of warres <HI>Mecaenas,</HI> knight. Why &s;hould&s;t not thou bee grac't then by them, as well as he is by his <HI>Poets?</HI> How now my Carier, what newes?</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="7">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>The boy has &s;tayed within for his <HI>cue,</HI> this halfe howre.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, doe not whi&s;per to me, but &s;peake it out. what, it is no trea&s;on again&s;t the State, I hope, is't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lu&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, again&s;t the &s;tate of my ma&s;ters pur&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, <HI>Agrippa</HI> de&s;ires you to forbeare him till the next weeke: his Moyles are not yet come vp.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>His Moyles? now the <HI>Bots,</HI> the <HI>Spauin,</HI> and the <HI>Glan|ders,</HI> and &s;ome do&s;en di&s;ea&s;es more, light on him, &amp; his Moyles. VVhat ha' they the <HI>Yellowes,</HI> his Moyles, that they come no fa&s;ter? or are they fowndred? ha? his Moyles ha' the <HI>Staggers</HI> belike: ha' they?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyr.</SPEAKER>
<P>O no Sir: then your tongue might be &s;u&s;pected for one of his Moyles.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>He owes me almo&s;t a Talent, and he thinks to beare it away with his Moyles, does hee? Sirrah, you, Nut-cracker: goe your waies to him againe, and tell him I mu&s;t ha' money, I: I cannot eate &s;tones and Turues, &s;ay. What, wil he clem me and my followers? A&s;ke him and he will clem mee: doe, goe. Hee would haue me fry my Ierkin, would he? Away Setter, away. Yet &s;tay, my little tumbler: the Knight &s;hall &s;upply now: I will not trouble him, I cannot be importunate, I: I cannot bee im|pudent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas &s;ir no: you are the mo&s;t maidenly blu&s;hing creature vpon the earth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do'&s;t thou heare, my little <HI>Six and fiftie, or thereabouts?</HI> Thou art not to learne the humours and trickes of that old bald Cheater, <HI>Time:</HI> thou had&s;t not this chaine for nothing. Men of worth haue their <HI>Chymara</HI>'s, as wel as other creatures: and they doe &s;ee mon&s;ters, &s;ometimes: they doe, they doe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyrg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Better cheape then hee &s;hall &s;ee you, I warrant him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou mu&s;t let mee haue &s;ix, &s;ix, Drachmes, I mean, <HI>Old boy;</HI> thou &s;halt do it: I tel thee, <HI>Old boy,</HI> thou &s;halt, and in priuate too, do&s;t thou &s;ee? Goe, walke off: there, there. Six is the &s;um.
<PB REF="7">Thy &s;onn's a gallant Sparke, and mu&s;t not be put out of a &s;ud|daine: come hither, <HI>Callimachus.</HI> Thy Father tels me thou art too Poeticall, Slaue: thou mu&s;t not be &s;o: thou mu&s;t leaue them, yoong Nouice; thou mu&s;t: They are a &s;ort of poore &s;tarued Ra&s;calles; that are euer wrapt vp in foule linnen: and can boa&s;t of nothing but a leane vi&s;age, peering out of a &s;eam-rent &s;uite; the very <HI>Emblemes</HI> of Beggery. No: do&s;t heare? turne Lawyer, Thou &s;halt be my <HI>Solicitor:</HI> Tis right <HI>olde boy,</HI> I&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid &s;en.</SPEAKER>
<P>You were be&s;t tell it Captaine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>No: fare thou well mine hone&s;t Knight, and thou olde Beauer, Pray thee Knight, when thou comme&s;t to towne, &s;ee me at my lodging, vi&s;ite me &s;ome times: Thou &s;halt be welcome <HI>olde boy:</HI> doe not balke me good Swaggrer; <HI>Ioue</HI> keepe thy chaine from pawning: goe thy waies: if thou lacke money Ile lend thee &s;ome: I'le leaue thee to thy hor&s;e, now; Adue.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid &s;en.</SPEAKER>
<P>Farwell good Captaine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Boy, you can haue but halfe a &s;hare now, boy.
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid &s;en.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis a &s;trange boldnes, that accompanies this fel|low: Come.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile giue attendance on you, to your hor&s;e, Sir; Plea&s;e you.&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid &s;en.</SPEAKER>
<P>No: keepe your chamber, and fall to your &s;tudies; doe &s;o: the Gods of <HI>Rome</HI> ble&s;&s;e thee.</P>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<L>And giue me &s;tomacke to dige&s;t this law;</L>
<L>That &s;hould haue followed &s;ure, had I beene hee.</L>
<L>O &s;acred <HI>Po&euml;&s;y,</HI> thou &s;pirit of <HI>Arts,</HI></L>
<L>The &s;oule of <HI>Science,</HI> and the Queene of Soules,</L>
<L>What prophane violence, almo&s;t &s;acriledge,</L>
<L>Hath here beene offered thy Diuinities!</L>
<L>Hmh! that thine owne guiltle&s;&s;e Pouerty &s;hould arme</L>
<L>Prodigious Ignorance to wound thee thus!</L>
<L>For thence, is all their force of Argument</L>
<L>Drawne foorth again&s;t thee; or from the abu&s;e</L>
<PB REF="8">
<L>Of thy great powers in Adultrate braines;</L>
<L>When, would men learne but to di&s;tingui&s;h &s;pirits,</L>
<L>And &s;et true difference twixt tho&s;e iaded wits,</L>
<L>That runne a broken pa&s;e for common hire,</L>
<L>And the high Raptures of a happy &s;oule,</L>
<L>Borne on the winges of her immortall thought,</L>
<L>That kickes at earth with a di&s;dainefull heele,</L>
<L>And beates at Heauen gates with her bright hooues;</L>
<L>They would not then with &s;uch di&s;torted faces,</L>
<L>And dudgeon Cen&s;ures &s;tab at <HI>Poe&s;y:</HI></L>
<L>They would admire bright knowledge, and their minds</L>
<L>Should nere de&s;cend on &s;o vnworthy obiects,</L>
<L>As Gould or Titles: they would dread farre more,</L>
<L>To be thought ignorant, then be knowne poore.</L>
<L>"The time was once, when wit drownd wealth: but now,</L>
<L>"Your onely Barbari&s;m's, to haue wit, and want.</L>
<L>"No matter now in vertue who excells,</L>
<L>"He, that hath coyne, hath all perfection el&s;e.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>SCENA TERTIA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Tibullus. Ouid.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Ouid?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who&s;e there? Come in.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good morrow Lawyer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good morrow (deare <HI>Tibullus</HI>) welcome: &s;it downe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not I. what: &s;o hard at it? Lets &s;ee,</L>
<L>Whats here? <HI>Numa in Decimo nono?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray thee away.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>If thrice in field, a man vanqui&s;h his foe,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tis after in his choice to &s;erue, or no.</HI></L>
<L>How now <HI>Ouid!</HI> Law ca&s;es in ver&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>In troth, I know not: they runne from my Penne Vnwittingly, if they be ver&s;e. What's the newes abroad?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Off with this gowne, I come to haue thee walke.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, good <HI>Tibullus;</HI> I'm not now in ca&s;e.</L>
<PB REF="8">
<L>Pray thee let me alone.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<L>How? not in ca&s;e!</L>
<L>S'light thou'rt in too much ca&s;e, by all this Law.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<L>Troth, if I liue, I will new dre&s;&s;e the Law,</L>
<L>In &s;prightly <HI>Poe&s;yes</HI> Acoutrements.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<L>The hell thou wilt. what, turne Law into ver&s;e?</L>
<L>Thy father has &s;choold thee I &s;ee. Here, read that &s;ame.</L>
<L>Ther's &s;ubiect for you: and if I mi&s;take not,</L>
<L>A <HI>Super&s;edeas</HI> to your Melancholy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>How! &s;ub&s;crib'd <HI>Iulia!</HI> O my life, my Heauen!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is the Mood chang'd?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mu&s;ique of wit! Note for th'harmonious <HI>Spheares!</HI></L>
<L>Cele&s;tiall Accents, how you raui&s;h me!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>What is it, <HI>Ouid?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>That I mu&s;t meete my <HI>Iulia,</HI> the Prince&s;&s;e <HI>Iulia.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why at Hart, I haue forgot: my pa&s;&s;ion &s;o tran&s;|ports me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ile &s;aue your paines: it is at <HI>Albius</HI> hou&s;e,</L>
<L>The Iewellers, where the faire <HI>Eycoris</HI> lies.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who? <HI>Cytheris, Cornelius Gallus</HI> Loue?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, heele be there too, and my <HI>Plautia.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>And why not your <HI>Delia?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, and your <HI>Corinna.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<L>True; but my &s;weete <HI>Tibullus,</HI> keepe that &s;ecret:</L>
<L>I would not, for all <HI>Rome,</HI> it &s;hould be thought</L>
<L>I vaile bright <HI>Iulia</HI> vnderneath that name:</L>
<L><HI>Iulia,</HI> the Gem, and Iewell of my &s;oule,</L>
<L>That takes her honours from the goulden Sky,</L>
<L>As beauty doth all Lu&s;tre, from her Eye.</L>
<L>The Ayre re&s;pires the pure <HI>Elyzium</HI> &s;weetes,</L>
<L>In which &s;he breathes: and from her lookes de&s;cend,</L>
<L>The glories of the <HI>Summer.</HI> Heauen &s;he is,</L>
<L>Prai&s;'d in her &s;elfe aboue all prai&s;e: and he,</L>
<L>Which heares her &s;peake, would &s;weare the Tune-full <HI>Orbes</HI></L>
<L>Turnd in his <HI>Zenith</HI> onely.</L>
</SP>
<PB REF="9">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Publius,</HI> thou'lt loo&s;e thy &s;elfe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<L>O, in no <HI>Labyrinth,</HI> can I &s;afelier erre,</L>
<L>Then when I loo&s;e my &s;elfe in pray&s;ing her.</L>
<L>Hence Law, and welcome, <HI>Mu&s;es;</HI> though not rich,</L>
<L>Yet are you plea&s;ing: let's be reconcilde,</L>
<L>And new made one. Hence foorth, I promi&s;e faith,</L>
<L>And all my &s;erious howres to &s;pend with you:</L>
<L>With you, who&s;e Mu&s;icke &s;triketh on my hart,</L>
<L>And with bewitching Tones &s;teals foorth my &s;pirit,</L>
<L>In <HI>Iulias</HI> name; Faire <HI>Iulia, Iulias</HI> Loue</L>
<L>Shall be a Law, and that &s;weete Law I'le &s;tudy,</L>
<L>The Law, and Arte of &s;acred <HI>Iulias</HI> Loue:</L>
<L>All other obiects will but Abiects proue.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, we &s;hall haue thee as pa&s;&s;ionate, as <HI>Proper|tius,</HI> anon.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, how does my <HI>Sextus?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, full of &s;orrow, for his <HI>Cynthias</HI> death.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, &s;till?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<L>Still, and &s;till more, his grieues doe grow vpon him,</L>
<L>As doe his howres. Neuer did I know</L>
<L>An vnder&s;tanding &s;pirit &s;o take to hart</L>
<L>The common worke of <HI>Fate.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<L>O my <HI>Tibullus,</HI></L>
<L>Let vs not blame him: for again&s;t &s;uch chaunces,</L>
<L>The hartie&s;t &s;trife of vertue is not proofe.</L>
<L>We may read Con&s;tancy and Fortitude,</L>
<L>To other &s;oules: but had our &s;elues beene &s;trooke</L>
<L>With the like <HI>Planet;</HI> had our Loues (like his)</L>
<L>Beene raui&s;ht from vs, by iniurious death,</L>
<L>And in the height, and heat of our be&s;t daies,</L>
<L>It would haue crackt our &s;innewes, &s;hrunke our vaines,</L>
<L>And made our very hart &s;trings iarre, like his.</L>
<L>Come, let's goe take him foorth, and prooue, if Mirth,</L>
<L>Or Company will but abate his pa&s;&s;ion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Content, and I implore the Gods it may.
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<TRAILER>Finis Actus Primi.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="act">
<PB REF="9">
<HEAD>ACTVS SECVNDVS.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>SCENA PRIMA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Albius. Cri&s;pinus. Chlo&euml;. Maydes. Cytheris.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius,</SPEAKER>
<P>MA&s;ter <HI>Cri&s;pinus,</HI> you are welcome; Pray', v&s;e a &s;toole Sir. Your Co&s;en <HI>Cytheris,</HI> will come downe pre&s;ently. We are &s;o bu&s;ie for the re|ceceauing of the&s;e Courtiers here, that I can &s;carce be a minute with my &s;elfe, for thinking of them; Pray you &s;it Sir, Pray you &s;it Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;pinus.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am very well Sir. Nere tru&s;t me, but you are mo&s;t delicatly &s;eated here, full of &s;weete delight and blandi&s;hment; An excellent ayre, An excellent Ayre.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>I Sir, tis a pretty ayre: The&s;e Courtiers runne in my minde &s;till; I mu&s;t looke out: for <HI>Iupiters</HI> &s;ake &s;it Sir, or plea&s;e you walke into the Garden. Ther's a Garden on the back&s;ide.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;pinus.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am mo&s;t &s;trenuou&s;ly well, I thanke you Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>Much good doe you Sir.
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, bring tho&s;e Perfumes forward a little; and &s;trew &s;ome Ro&s;es, and Violets here; Fie, here be roomes &s;a|uor the mo&s;t pittifully ranke that euer I felt: I cry the Gods mercy, my Husband's in the winde of vs.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why this is good, Excellent, Excellent: well &s;aid my &s;weete <HI>Chlo&euml;.</HI> Trim vp your hou&s;e mo&s;t ob&s;equiou&s;ly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>For <HI>Vulcanes</HI> &s;ake, breath &s;ome where el&s;e; in troth you ouercome our Perfumes exceedingly, you are to predo|minant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heare but my Opinion, &s;weete Wife.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>A pinne for your Pinnion. In &s;inceritie, if you be thus ful&s;ome to me in euery thing, I'le be diuorc't; Gods my body! you know what you were, before I married you; I was a Gen|tlewoman borne, I: I lo&s;t all my friends to be a Citizens wife; becau&s;e I heard indeed, they kept their wiues as fine as Ladies;
<PB REF="10">and that we might rule our husbands, like Ladies; and doe what we li&s;ted: doe you thinke I would haue married you el&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>I acknowledge, &s;weete wife: &s;he &s;peakes the be&s;t of any woman in <HI>Italy,</HI> and moues as mightily: which makes me, I had rather &s;he &s;hould make Bumpes on my head, as big as my two fingers, then I would offend her: But &s;weete wife&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yet againe? I'&s;t not grace inough for you, that I call you Husband, and you call me wife: but you mu&s;t &s;till be po|king me, again&s;t my will to things?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>But you know wife; here are the greate&s;t Ladies, and Gallant&s;t Gentlemen of <HI>Rome,</HI> to be enterteyn'd in our hou&s;e now: and I would faine adui&s;e thee, to entertaine them in the be&s;t &s;ort, yfaith wife.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>In &s;inceritie, did you euer heare a man talke &s;o Idly? You would &s;eeme to be Ma&s;ter? You would haue your &s;poke in my cart? you would adui&s;e me to Entertaine Ladies, and Gentlemen? bicau&s;e you canne mar&s;hall your Packneedles, Hor&s;ecombes, Hobby-hor&s;es, and Wall-Candle&s;ticks in your ware hou&s;e better then I; therefore you can tell how to Enter|taine Ladies, and Gentlefolkes better then I?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>O my &s;weete wife, vpbraid me not with that: "Gaine &s;auours &s;weetely from any thing; He that re&s;pects to get, mu&s;t reli&s;h all commodities alike; and admit no difference betwixt <HI>Oade,</HI> and <HI>Frankincen&s;e;</HI> or the mo&s;t pretious <HI>Bal&s;amum,</HI> and a <HI>Tarre-barrell.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mary fough: You &s;ell &s;nuffers to, if you be remem|bred, but I pray you let me buy them out of your hand; for I tell you true, I take it highly in &s;nuffe, to learne how to Enter|taine Gentlefolkes, of you, at the&s;e yeeres, I faith: Alas man; there was not a Gentleman came to your hou&s;e i' your tother Wiues time, I hope? nor a Lady? nor Mu&s;ique? nor Ma&s;ques, Nor you, nor your hou&s;e were &s;o much as &s;poken of, before I disba&s;t my &s;elfe, from my Hood and my Fartingall, to the&s;e Bumrowles, and your Whale-bone Bodies.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="10">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>Looke here, my &s;weete Wife; I am Mum, my deare <HI>Mumma,</HI> my <HI>Bal&s;amum,</HI> my <HI>Sperma Cete,</HI> &amp; my verry Citty of&mdash; &s;he has the mo&s;t be&s;t, true, faeminine wit in <HI>Rome.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>I haue heard &s;o Sir; and doe mo&s;t vehemently de&s;ire to participate the knowledge of her faire Features.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ah, peace; you &s;hall heare more anon; be not &s;eene yet; I pray you; not yet; ob&s;erue.
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>S'body, giue Husbands the head a little more, and they'll be nothing but Head &s;hortly; whats he there?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mayde.</SPEAKER>
<P N="1">1. I know not for&s;ooth:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mayde.</SPEAKER>
<P N="2">2. Who would you &s;peake with Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would &s;peake with my Co&s;en <HI>Cytheris.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mayde.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hee is one for&s;ooth would &s;peake with his Co&s;en <HI>Cytheris.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is &s;he your Co&s;en Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes in truth for &s;ooth, for fault of a better.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>She is a Gentlewoman?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Or el&s;e, &s;he &s;hould not be my Co&s;en, I a&s;&s;ure you;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are you a Gentleman borne?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>That I am Lady; you &s;hall &s;ee mine Armes, if't plea&s;e you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, your legges doe &s;ufficiently &s;hew you are a Gen|tleman borne Sir: for a man borne vpon little legges, is alwaies a Gentleman borne.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yet, I pray you, vouch&s;afe the &s;ight of my armes, Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e; for I beare them about me, to haue h'em &s;eene: my name is <HI>Cri&s;pinus,</HI> or <HI>Cri-&s;pinas</HI> indeede; which is well ex|pre&s;t in my armes, a Face crying in chiefe; and beneath it a bloody Toe, betweene three Thornes <HI>Pungent.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then you are welcome Sir; now you are a Gentleman borne, I can finde in my hart to welcome you: for I am a Gen|tlewoman borne too; and will beare my head high enough, though twere my fortune to marry a Flat-cappe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>Deare wife be not angry.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>God's my pa&s;&s;ion!</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="11">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heare me but one thing; let not your maides &s;et Cu&s;hions in the Parlor windowes; nor in the dining Chamber windowes; nor vpon &s;tooles, in either of them in any ca&s;e; for tis Tauerne like; but lay them one vpon an other, in &s;ome out Roome, or corner of the dining Chamber.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Goe, goe, meddle with your Bed-chamber onely, or rather with your Bed in your Chamber, onely; or rather with your Wife in your Bed onely; or on my faith, Ile not be plea&s;'d with you onely.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>Looke here, my deare Wife, entertaine that Gentle|man kindly, I pre' thee;&mdash;Mum.
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Goe, I need your in&s;tructions indeede; Anger me no more, I adui&s;e you. Citi-&s;in quotha'! &s;hees a Wi&s;e Gentlewo|man yfaith, will marry her &s;elfe to the Synne of the Citty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>But this time, and no more (by heauen) Wife: hang no pictures in the Hall, nor in the dining Chamber, in any ca&s;e, but in the Gallery onely, for tis not Courtly el&s;e, on my word, Wife.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Spretious, neuer haue don!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wife.
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe I not be are a rea&s;onable corrigible hand ouer him, <HI>Cri&s;pinus?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>By this hand Lady, you hold a mo&s;t &s;weete hand ouer him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>And then for the great gilt Andyrons?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Againe! would the Andyrons were in your great guts, for me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>I doe vani&s;h, Wife.
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;hall I doe, Ma&s;ter <HI>Cri&s;pinus?</HI> here will be all the braue&s;t Ladies in Court pre&s;ently, to &s;ee your Co&s;en <HI>Cy|theris:</HI> O the Gods! how might I behaue my &s;elfe now, as to entertaine them mo&s;t Courtly?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Marry Lady, if you will entertaine them mo&s;t Court|ly, you mu&s;t doe thus: as &s;oone as euer, your maide, or your man brings you word they are come, you mu&s;t &s;ay, <HI>A pox on hem; what do they here?</HI> And yet when they come, &s;peak them as
<PB REF="11">faire, &amp; giue them the kinde&s;t welcome in wordes, that can be.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is that the fa&s;hion of Courtiers, <HI>Crispinus?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>I a&s;&s;ure you, it is Ladie, I haue ob&s;eru'd it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chl.</SPEAKER>
<P>For your Pox Sir, it is ea&s;ily hit vpon; but, 'tis not &s;o ea|&s;ie to &s;peake faire after, me thinks?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P>O VVife, the Coaches are come, on my word, a number of Coaches and Courtiers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>A pox on them: what doe they here?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P>How now wife! would&s;t thou not haue them come?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come? come, you are a foole, you: He knowes not the tricke on't. Cal <HI>Cytheris</HI> I pray you: and good ma&s;ter <HI>Crispinus,</HI> you can ob&s;erue, you &s;ay; let me intreate you for all the Ladies behauiors, Iewels, Ie&s;tes, and Attyres, that you marking as well as I, we may put both our markes togither, when they are gone, and confer of them.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>I warrant you Sweet Ladie; let me alone to ob&s;erue, till I turne my &s;elfe to nothing but ob&s;eruation. God morrow co&s;en <HI>Cytheris.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Welcome kinde co&s;en. What, are they come?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, your friend <HI>Cornelius Gallus, Ouid, Tibullus, Proper|tius,</HI> with <HI>Iulia</HI> the Emperors daughter, and the Ladie <HI>Plautia</HI> are lighted at the dore; and with them <HI>Hermogenes Tigellius,</HI> the excellent Mu&s;itian.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, let vs goe meete them <HI>Chlo&euml;.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ob&s;erue <HI>Chrispinus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>At a haires breadth Ladie, I warrant you.</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>SCENA SECVNDA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>&para; Gallus, Ouid, Tibullus, Propertius, Hermogenes, Iulia. Plautia, Cytheris, Chlo&euml;, Albius, Cri&s;pinus.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<P>Health to the louely <HI>Chlo&euml;:</HI> you mu&s;t pardon me Mi&s;|tris, that I preferre this faire Gentlewoman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cith.</SPEAKER>
<P>I pardon, and prai&s;e you for it, Sir; and I be&s;eech your <HI>Ex|cellence,</HI> receiue her beauties into your Knowledge and Fauour.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="12">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Cytheris,</HI> &s;he hath Fauour, &amp; behauiour, that commands as much of mee; and &s;weete <HI>Chlo&euml;,</HI> know I doe exceedingly loue you, &amp; that I wil approue in any grace my father the Em|perour may &s;hewe you. Is this your hu&s;band?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P>For fault. of a better, if it plea&s;e your Highne&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gods my life! how he &s;hames mee!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not a whit <HI>Chlo&euml;,</HI> they all thinke you politicke, and wittie; wi&s;e women chu&s;e not hu&s;bands for the Eye, Merit, or Byrth; but wealth, and Soueraignty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, we all come to gratulate, for the good report of you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>And would be glad to de&s;erue your loue, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P>My wife will an&s;were you all, gentlemen; Ile come to you againe pre&s;ently.
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Plaut.</SPEAKER>
<P>You haue cho&s;en you a mo&s;t faire companion here, <HI>Cytheris;</HI> and a very faire hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cith.</SPEAKER>
<P>To both which, you and all my friends, are very wel|come <HI>Plautia.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo.</SPEAKER>
<P>With all my heart, I a&s;&s;ure your Ladi&s;hippe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Plau.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thanks, &s;weete Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e <HI>Chlo&euml;.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t needes come to Court Ladie yfaith, and there be &s;ure your welcome &s;hall be as great to vs.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>She will well de&s;erue it Madam. I &s;ee, euen in her lookes, Gentry, and generall worthine&s;&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>I haue not &s;eene a more certaine Character of an ex|lent di&s;po&s;ition.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVife.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chl.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, they doe &s;o commend me here, the Courtiers! what's the matter now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P>For the banquet, &s;weete wife.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes; and I mu&s;t needs come to Court; and be welcome, the Prince&s;&s;e &s;aies.
<STAGE>Exit</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Ouid</HI> and <HI>Tibullus,</HI> you may be bolde to welcome your Mi&s;tre&s;&s;es here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVe finde it &s;o Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>And thanke <HI>Cornelius Gall<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="2 letters">.</HI></P>
</SP>
<PB REF="12">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, my &s;weete <HI>Sextus,</HI> infaith thou art not &s;ociable,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Prop.</SPEAKER>
<L>Infaith I am not <HI>Publius;</HI> nor I cannot.</L>
<L>Sick mindes are like &s;ick men that burne with Feauers,</L>
<L>VVho when they drinke, plea&s;e but a lingring ta&s;te,</L>
<L>And after beare a more impatient fit.</L>
<L>Pray, let me leaue you; I offend you all,</L>
<L>And my &s;elfe mo&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stay &s;weete <HI>Propertius.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<L>You yeeld to much vnto your grieues, and Fate,</L>
<L>VVhich neuer hurtes, but when we &s;ay it hurts vs.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Prop.</SPEAKER>
<L>O peace <HI>Tibullus;</HI> your Philo&s;ophie</L>
<L>Lends you to rough a hand to &s;earch my wounds.</L>
<L>Speake they of griefes, that know to &s;igh and grieue;</L>
<L>The free and vncon&s;trained Spirit feeles</L>
<L>No weight of my oppre&s;&s;ion.
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVorthie <HI>Romane!</HI></L>
<L>Me thinks I ta&s;te his mi&s;ery; and could</L>
<L>Sit downe, and chide at his malignant Starres:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<P>Me thinkes I loue him, that he loues &s;o truely.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>This is the perfect'&s;t loue, liues after death.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<P>Such is the con&s;tant ground of vertue &s;till.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Plau.</SPEAKER>
<P>It puts on an in&s;eperable face.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Haue you markt euery thinge, <HI>Cri&s;pinus?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri.</SPEAKER>
<P>Euery thing, I, warrant you</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chl.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat Gentlemen are the&s;e? doe you know them?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, they are <HI>Poets,</HI> Ladie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chl.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Poets?</HI> they did not talke of me &s;ince I went, did they?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>O yes, and extold your perfections to the heauens.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now in &s;incerity, they be the fine&s;t kind of men, that e|uer I knew; <HI>Poets?</HI> Could not one get the Emper<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="2 letters"> to make my hu&s;band a <HI>Poet,</HI> thinke you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Ladie, tis Loue, and Beauty make <HI>Poets:</HI> &amp; &s;ince you like <HI>Poets</HI> &s;o well, your Loue, and Beauties &s;hall make me a <HI>Poet.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chl.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat &s;hall they? and &s;uch a one as the&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, and a better than the&s;e: I would be &s;ory el&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="13">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chl.</SPEAKER>
<P>And &s;hall your lookes change? and your Haire change? and all, like the&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, a man may be a <HI>Poet,</HI> and yet not change his Haire, Ladie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, we &s;hall &s;ee your cunning: yet if you can cha~ge your Haire, I pray: do.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ladies, and Lordings, there's a &s;light Banquet &s;taies within for you, plea&s;e you drawe nere and acco&s;t it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iulia.</SPEAKER>
<P>We thanke you good <HI>Albius:</HI> but when &s;hall wee &s;ee tho&s;e excellent Iewels you are commended to haue?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>At your Ladi&s;hippes &s;eruice.</HI> I got that &s;peach by &s;eeing a Play la&s;t day, and it did me &s;ome grace now: I &s;ee, 'tis good to collect &s;ometimes; Ile frequent the&s;e Playes more then I haue done, now I come to be familiar with Courtiers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhy how now <HI>Hermogenes?</HI> what aile&s;t thou trow?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Her.</SPEAKER>
<P>A little melancholy, let mee alone, pray thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<P>Melancholy! how &s;o?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Her.</SPEAKER>
<P>With ryding: a plague on all Coaches for me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is that hard fauourd Gentleman a <HI>Poet</HI> too; <HI>Cytheris?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>No; this is <HI>Hermogenes;</HI> as humorous as a <HI>Poet</HI> though: he is a <HI>Mu&s;itian.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo.</SPEAKER>
<P>A <HI>Mu&s;itian?</HI> then he can &s;ing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>That he can excellently; did you neuer heare him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clo.</SPEAKER>
<P>O no: will he be intreated, thinke you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know not. Friend, Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e <HI>Chloe</HI> would faine heare <HI>Hermogenes</HI> &s;ing: are you intere&s;ted in him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<P>No doubt, his owne Humanitie will commaund him &s;o farre, to the &s;atisfaction of &s;o faire a beauty; but, rather the~ faile, weele all be &s;uiters to him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Her.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Cannot &s;ing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray thee <HI>Hermogenes.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Her.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Cannot &s;ing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<P>For honour of this Gentlewoman, to who&s;e hou&s;e, I know thou mai&s;t be euer welcome.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Clo.</SPEAKER>
<P>That he &s;hall in trueth &s;ir, if he can &s;ing.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="13">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat's that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<P>This Gentlewoman is woing <HI>Hermogeues</HI> for a &s;ong.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>A &s;ong? Come, he &s;hall not deny her. <HI>Hermogenes?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Herm.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Cannot &s;ing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, the Ladies mu&s;t doe it, he &s;tayes but to haue their thankes acknowledg'd as a debt to his cunning.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<P>That &s;hall not want: our &s;elfe will be the fir&s;t &s;hall pro|mi&s;e to pay him more then thankes, vpon a fauour &s;o worthily vouch&s;af't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Herm.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thanke you Madame; but 'will not &s;ing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tut, the onely way to winne him, is to ab&s;taine from intreating him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe you loue &s;inging, Ladie?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chl.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, pa&s;&s;ingly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Intreat the Ladies, to intreat me to &s;ing then, I be&s;eech you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chl.</SPEAKER>
<P>I be&s;eech your Grace intreat this Gentleman to &s;ing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<P>That we will <HI>Chlo&euml;;</HI> can he &s;ing excellently?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chl.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thinke &s;o Madam: for he intreated me, to intreat you, to intreat him to &s;ing.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heauen and earth! would you tell that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Sir, lets intreat you to v&s;e your voice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas Madam, I cannot in trueth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Plau.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Gentlemans is mode&s;t: I warrant you, he &s;inges excellently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Hermogenes</HI> cleare your throate: I &s;ee by him, heer's a Gentleman will worthily chalenge you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not I &s;ir, Ile chalenge no man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibul.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's your mode&s;tie &s;ir: but we, out of an a&s;&s;urance of your excellency, chalenge him in your behalfe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thanke you Gentlemen, Ile doe my be&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Her.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let that be&s;t be good, &s;ir, you were be&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, this contention is excellent. VVhat is't you &s;ing Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>If I freely may di&s;couer, &amp;c.</HI> Sir, I'le &s;ing that.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<L>One of your owne compo&s;itions, <HI>Hermogenes.</HI></L>
<L>He offers you vantage enough.</L>
</SP>
<PB REF="14">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay truely Gentlemen, Ile chalenge no man&mdash; :I can &s;ing but one &s;taffe of the Dittie neither.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<P>The better: <HI>Hermogenes</HI> him&s;elfe will bee intreated to &s;ing the other.</P>
</SP>
<LG>
<HEAD>CANTVS.</HEAD>
<L><HI>IF I freely may di&s;couer,</HI></L>
<L><HI>VVhat woulde plea&s;e mee in my Louer:</HI></L>
<L><HI>I woulde haue her faire, and wittie,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sauouring more of Court, then Citie;</HI></L>
<L><HI>A little proude, but full of pitie:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Light and Humorous in her toying,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Oft building hopes, and &s;oone destroying,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Long, but &s;weete in the enioying,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Neither too ea&s;ie, nor to harde:</HI></L>
<L><HI>All extreames I would haue barde.</HI></L>
</LG>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<P>Beleeue me Sir, you &s;ing mo&s;t excellently.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>If there were a prai&s;e aboue Excellence, the Gentlema~ highly de&s;erues it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Her.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, all this doth not yet make me enuy you: for I know I &s;ing better then you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>Attend <HI>Hermogenes</HI> now.</P>
</SP>
<LG>
<HEAD>2</HEAD>
<L><HI>Shee &s;hould be allowed her Pa&s;&s;ions,</HI></L>
<L><HI>So they were but v&s;'d as fa&s;hions;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sometimes froward, and then frowning,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sometimes &s;icki&s;h, and then &s;wowning,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Euery fit, with change, still crowning.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Purely Ielous, I would haue her,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then onely constant when I craue her.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tis a vertue &s;hould not &s;aue her.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thus, nor her Delicates would cloy mee,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Neither her peeui&s;hne&s;&s;e annoy mee.</HI></L>
</LG>
<PB REF="14">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay <HI>Hermogenes,</HI> your merit hath long &s;ince beene both knowne, and admir'd of vs.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Her.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall heare me &s;ing another: now will I beginne.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVee &s;hall doe this Gentlemans Banquet too much wrong, that &s;taies for vs, Ladies:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis true: and well thought on, <HI>Cornelius Gallus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Her.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhy 'tis but a &s;hort <HI>Ayre,</HI> 'twill be done pre&s;ently, pray &s;tay; &s;trike <HI>Mu&s;ique.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, good <HI>Hermogenes:</HI> we'll end this differe~ce within.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis the common di&s;ea&s;e of all your <HI>Mu&s;itians,</HI> that they knowe no meane, to be intreated, either to begin, or ende.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P>Plea&s;e you leade the way, Gentles?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omnes.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thankes good <HI>Albius.</HI>
<STAGE>Exeunt</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, what a charme of thankes was here put vpon me! O <HI>Ioue,</HI> what a &s;etting forth it is to a man, to haue may Courtiers com to his hou&s;e! Sweetly was it &s;aid of a good old Houskeeper; <HI>I had rather want meate, then want Ghe&s;ts:</HI> &s;pecially, if they be Courtly Ghe&s;ts. For neuer tru&s;t me, if one of their good legges made in a hou&s;e, be not worth all the good cheare, a man can make them. He that would haue fine Ghe&s;tes, let him haue a fine Wife; he that would haue a fine Wife, let him come to mee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>By your kinde leaue, Ma&s;ter <HI>Albius.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat, you are not gone, Ma&s;ter <HI>Crispine?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes faith, I haue a de&s;&s;eigne drawes me hence: pray' Sir, fa&s;hion me an excu&s;e to the Ladies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVill you not &s;tay? &amp; &s;ee the Iewels, &s;ir? I pray you &s;tay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not for a Million Sir, now; Let it &s;uffice, I mu&s;t relin|qui&s;h; and &s;o in a word, plea&s;e you to expiate this Complement.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mum.
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile pre&s;ently goe and Enghle &s;ome Broker, for a <HI>Poets</HI> Gowne, and be&s;peake a Gyrland: and then Ieweller, looke to your be&s;t Iewel yfaith.
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<TRAILER>Finis Actus Secundi.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="act">
<PB REF="15">
<HEAD>ACTVS TERTIVS.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>SCENA PRIMA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Horace, Crispinus.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>HMH?
<NOTE PLACE="marg">Hor. Lib. 1. Sat. 9.</NOTE> yes; I will begin an <HI>Ode</HI> &s;o; &amp; it &s;hall bee to <HI>Mecoenas.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Slid yonders <HI>Horace:</HI> they &s;ay hee's an Excellent <HI>Poet: Mecoenas</HI> loues him. Ile fal into his acquain|tance, if I can; I thinke hee bee compo&s;ing, as hee goes i'the &s;treete <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">ha? tis a good humor, and hee bee: Ile compo&s;e too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Swell mee a bowle with lustie wine,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Till I may &s;ee the plumpe</HI> Lyaeus <HI>&s;wim</HI></L>
<L><HI>Aboue the brim:</HI></L>
<L><HI>I drinke, as I would wright;</HI></L>
<L><HI>In flowing mea&s;ure, fild with Flame, &amp; spright.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sweete <HI>Horace! Minerua,</HI> and the <HI>Mu&s;es</HI> &s;tand au&s;pi|cious to thy de&s;&s;eignes. How far'&s;t thou &s;weete man? Frolicke? rich? gallant? ha?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not greatly gallant, Sir: like my fortunes; well.</L>
<L>I'm bold to take my leaue Sir, you'ld naught el&s;e Sir, wold you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth no; but I could wi&s;h thou did&s;t know vs, <HI>Ho|race;</HI> we are a <HI>Scholer,</HI> I a&s;&s;ure thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>A <HI>Scholer</HI> Sir? I &s;hall be couetous of your faire know|ledge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gramercy good <HI>Horace;</HI> Nay, we are newe turn'd <HI>Po|et</HI> too, which is more; and a <HI>Satyri&s;t</HI> too, which is more then that: I write iu&s;t in thy vaine, I. I am for your <HI>Odes</HI> or your <HI>Sermons,</HI> or any thing indeede; wee are a Gentleman be&s;ides: our name is <HI>Rufus Laberius Crispinus;</HI> we are a pretty <HI>Stoicke</HI> too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>To the proportion of your beard, I thinke it &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>By <HI>Phoebus,</HI> here's a mo&s;t neate fine &s;treete; is't not?
<PB REF="15">I prote&s;t to thee, I am enamord of this &s;treete now, more then of halfe the &s;treetes of <HI>Rome,</HI> againe; tis &s;o <HI>polite,</HI> and <HI>ter&s;e:</HI> Ther's the front of a Building now. I &s;tudy <HI>Architecture</HI> too: if euer I &s;hould build, I'de haue a hou&s;e iu&s;t of that <HI>Pro&s;pectiue.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doubtle&s;&s;e, this Gallants tongue has a good turne, when he &s;leepes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>I doe make ver&s;es, when I come in &s;uch a &s;treete as this: O your Citty-Ladies, you &s;hall ha'hem &s;it in euery &s;hop like the <HI>Mu&s;es,</HI>&mdash; offring you the <HI>Ca&s;talian</HI> Deawes, and the <HI>The&s;pian</HI> Liquors, to as many as haue but the &s;weete grace and Audacitie to&mdash; &s;ip of their lips. Did you neuer heare any of my ver&s;es?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Sir; but I am in &s;ome feare, I mu&s;t, now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile tell thee &s;ome (if I can but recouer 'hem) I com|po&s;'d e'en now of a veluet cap, I fawa Iewellers wife wear; who indeede was a Iewell her &s;elfe: I prefer that kind of Tire now; What's thy opinion <HI>Horace?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>With your &s;iluer Bodkin, it does well, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>I cannot tell, but it &s;tirs me more then all your Court Curles, or your Spangles, or your Trickes; I affect not the&s;e high <HI>Gable</HI> ends, the&s;e <HI>Tu&s;can</HI> tops, nor your <HI>Coronets,</HI> nor your <HI>Arches,</HI> nor your <HI>Pyramid's;</HI> giue me a fine &s;weete&mdash; little veluet Cap, with a Bodkin; as you &s;ay: and a Mu&s;hrome, for all your other Ornatures.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>I&s;t not po&s;&s;ible to make an e&s;cape from him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>I haue remitted my ver&s;es all this while, I thinke I ha|forgot 'hem.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heres hee, could wi&s;h you had el&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray <HI>Ioue,</HI> I can intreat 'hem of my Memory.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>You put your Memory to too much trouble, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, &s;weete <HI>Horace,</HI> we mu&s;t not ha' thee thinke &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>I cry you mercy; then, they are my Eares</L>
<L>That mu&s;t be tortur'd; well, you mu&s;t haue patience, Eares.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray thee <HI>Horace,</HI> ob&s;erue.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir: your Sattin &s;leeue begins to fret at the
<PB REF="16">
<GAP DESC="duplicate" EXTENT="1 page">
<PB REF="16">
<GAP DESC="duplicate" EXTENT="1 page">
<PB REF="17">Rug that is vnderneath it, I doe ob&s;erue; And your ample Vel|uet ho&s;e are not without euident &s;taines of a hot di&s;po&s;ition Naturally.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>O,&mdash; Ile dye them into another Colour, at plea&s;ure: how many yards of Veluet do&s;t thou thinke they conteyne?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Hart! I haue put him now in a fre&s;h way</L>
<L>To vex me more: Faith Sir, your Mercers booke</L>
<L>Will tell you with more patience, then I can;</L>
<L>For I am cro&s;t, and &s;o's not that, I thinke.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Slight; the&s;e Ver&s;es haue lo&s;t me againe: I &s;hall not inuite 'hem to minde now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>Racke not your thoughts, good Sir; rather, defer it</L>
<L>To a new Time; Ile meete you at your lodging,</L>
<L>Or where you plea&s;e: Till then, <HI>Ioue</HI> keepe you Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay gentle, <HI>Horace,</HI> &s;tay: I haue it, now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir. <HI>Apollo, Hermes, Iupiter,</HI> looke downe vp|on me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Rich was thy hap, Sweete Veluet Cap.</HI></L>
<L><HI>There to be placed;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Where thy &s;mooth blacke, &s;leeke white may &s;macke,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And both be graced.</HI></L>
<P><HI>White,</HI> is there v&s;urpt for her <HI>brow;</HI> her <HI>forehead:</HI> and then <HI>&s;leeke,</HI> as the <HI>Paralell</HI> to <HI>&s;mooth</HI> that went before. A kind of <HI>Parano|ma&s;y,</HI> or <HI>Agnomination:</HI> doe you conceaue Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Excellent. Troth Sir, I mu&s;t be abrupt, &amp; leaue you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, what ha&s;te ha&s;t thou? pray thee &s;tay a little: thou &s;halt not goe yet, by <HI>Phoebus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>I &s;hall not? what remedy? Fie, how I &s;weate with &s;uffering.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>And then&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pray Sir, giue me leaue to wipe my face a little.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, doe, good <HI>Horace:</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thanke you Sir.</L>
<L>'Death! mu&s;t craue his leaue to pi&s;&s;e anon;</L>
<L>Or that I may goe hence with halfe my teeth,</L>
<L>I am in &s;ome &s;uch feare: This Tyranny</L>
<L>Is &s;trange; to take mine Eares vp by <HI>Commi&s;&s;ion,</HI></L>
<PB REF="17">
<L>(Whether I will or no) and make them &s;talls</L>
<L>To his lewd <HI>Soloeci&s;mes,</HI> and woorded tra&s;h.</L>
<L>Happy the bold <HI>Bolanus,</HI> now, I &s;ay;</L>
<L><HI>Romes</HI> Common Buffon: His free Impudence</L>
<L>Would, long ere this, haue cald this fellow; Foole;</L>
<L>And ranke, and tedious Foole, and haue &s;lung ie&s;ts</L>
<L>As hard as &s;tones, till he had pelted him</L>
<L>Out of the place: whil'&s;t my tame Mode&s;ty</L>
<L>Suffers my Wit be made a &s;olemne A&s;&s;e</L>
<L>To beare his Fopperies.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Horace,</HI> thou art mi&s;erably affected to be gone, I &s;ee But&mdash; Pray thee, lets proue, to enioy thee awhile: Thou ha&s;t no bu&s;ine&s;&s;e, I a&s;&s;ure me: Whether is thy iourney directed? ha?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I am going to vi&s;it a Friend, that's &s;icke.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Friend? Whats he? doe not I know him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Sir, you doe not know him; and 'tis not the wor&s;e for him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's his Name? wher's he lodg'd?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where, I &s;hall be fearefull to drawe you out of your way, Sir; a great way hence; Pray &s;ir, let's part.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, but where i&s;t? I pray thee &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>On the farre &s;ide of all <HI>Tyber</HI> yonder, by <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> Gardens.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, that's my cour&s;e directly; I am for you. Come, goe: why &s;tand&s;t thou?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Sir: marry the Plague is in that part of the Citty; I had almo&s;t forgot to tell you, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fow: It's no matter, I feare no Pe&s;tilence, I ha' not of|fended <HI>Phoebus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>I haue, it &s;eemes; or el&s;e this heauy &s;courge</L>
<L>Could nere haue lighted on me.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, along.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am to goe downe &s;ome halfe mile, this way, Sir, fir&s;t; to &s;peake with his <HI>Phi&s;itian:</HI> And from thence to his <HI>Apo|thecary,</HI> where I &s;hall &s;tay the mixing of diuers drugges&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="18">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, its all one. I haue nothing to doe, and I looue not to be idle; Ile beare thee company. How call'&s;t thou the <HI>Po|thecary?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>O, that I knew a Name would fright him now.</L>
<L><HI>Rhadamanthus</HI> Sir:</L>
<L>Ther's one &s;o cald, is a iu&s;t Iudge in hell;</L>
<L>And doth inflict &s;trange vengeance on all tho&s;e,</L>
<L>That (here on earth) torment poore patient &s;pirits.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>He dwells at the Three <HI>Furies,</HI> by <HI>Ianus</HI> Temple?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your <HI>Apothecary</HI> does, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hart, I owe him Money for &s;weete meats, and he has laid to arre&s;t me, I heare: but&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, I haue made a mo&s;t &s;olemne vow: I will neuer Bayle any man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well then, Ile &s;weare, and &s;peake him faire, if the wor&s;t come. But his Name is <HI>Minos,</HI> not <HI>Rhadamanthus, Horace.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>That may be Sir: I but gue&s;t at his name by his Signe. But your <HI>Minos</HI> is a Iudge to, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>I prote&s;t to thee <HI>Horace</HI> (doe but ta&s;t me once,) if I doe know my &s;elfe, and mine owne vertues truely, thou wilt not make that e&s;teeme of <HI>Varius,</HI> or <HI>Virgill,</HI> or <HI>Tibullus,</HI> or any of 'hem in deed, as now in thy Ignorance thou do&s;t; which I am content to forgiue: I would faine &s;ee which of the&s;e could pen more Ver&s;es in a day, or with more facility then I; or that could court his Mi&s;tres, ki&s;&s;e her hand, make better &s;port with her Fanne, or her Dogge?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>I can not Bayle you yet, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Or that could moue his body more gracefully? or Dance better? you &s;hoo'd &s;ee me, were it not i'the &s;treet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, I haue beene a Reueller, and at my cloth of &s;il|uer Sute, and my long &s;tocking, in my Time, and will be a|gaine&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you may be tru&s;ted, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="18">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>And then for my &s;inging, <HI>Hermogenes</HI> him &s;elfe Enuies me; that is your onely Ma&s;ter of <HI>Mu&s;ique</HI> you haue in <HI>Rome.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is your Mother liuing, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Au: Conuert thy thoughts to &s;omewhat el&s;e, I pray thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>You haue much of the Mother in you, Sir: your Fa|ther is dead?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, I thanke <HI>Ioue,</HI> and my Grand-father to, and all my kin&s;folkes, and well compo&s;'d in their Graues.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>The more their happine&s;&s;e; that re&s;t in peace,</L>
<L>Free from th'aboundant torture of thy tongue;</L>
<L>Would I were with them too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's that, <HI>Horace?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>I now remember me, Sir, of a &s;ad fate</L>
<L>A Cunning woman, on <HI>Sabella</HI> &s;ung,</L>
<L>When in her Vrne, &s;he ca&s;t my de&s;tiny,</L>
<L>I being but a Child.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>What was't, I pray thee?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>She tould me, I &s;hould &s;urely neuer peri&s;h</L>
<L>By <HI>Famine, Poy&s;on,</HI> or the <HI>Enemies &s;word;</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Hecticke Feuer, Cough,</HI> or <HI>Pleuri&s;y,</HI></L>
<L>Should neuer hurt me; nor the tardy <HI>Goute:</HI></L>
<L>But in my Time, I &s;hould be once &s;urpriz'd,</L>
<L>By a &s;trong tedious Talker, that &s;hould vex</L>
<L>And almo&s;t bring me to Con&s;umption.</L>
<L>Therefore (if I were wi&s;e) &s;he warnd me &s;hunne</L>
<L>All &s;uch long-winded Mon&s;ters, as my bane;</L>
<L>For if I could but &s;cape that one Di&s;cour&s;er,</L>
<L>I might (no doubt) prooue an ould aged man. By your leaue Sir?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tut, tut: abandon, this idle humor, 'tis nothing but <HI>Melancholy.</HI> Fore <HI>Ioue,</HI> now I thinke out, I am to appeare in Court here, to an&s;were to one that has me in &s;uite: &s;weete <HI>Ho|race</HI> goe with me; this is my howre: if I neglect it, the Law proceedes again&s;t me: Thou art familiar with the&s;e thinges;
<PB REF="19">pray thee, if thou loue&s;t me, goe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now let me die Sir, if I know your Lawes;</L>
<L>Or haue the power, to &s;tand halfe &s;o long</L>
<L>In their ( <GAP DESC="blank"> ) Courts, as while a Ca&s;e is Argued.</L>
<L>Be&s;ides, you know Sir where I am to goe, and the Nece&s;&s;ity.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis true:&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope the howre of my relea&s;e be come: He will (vpon this Con&s;ideration) di&s;charge me &s;ure.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth, I am doubtfull, what I may be&s;t doe; whether to leaue thee, or my affaires, <HI>Horace?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>O <HI>Iupiter,</HI> me Sir; me, by any meanes: I be&s;eech you, me, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>No faith, Ile venture tho&s;e now; Thou &s;halt &s;ee I loue thee, come <HI>Horace.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay then, I am de&s;perate: I follow you Sir. 'Tis hard contending with a man that ouercomes thus.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>And how deales <HI>Mecoenas</HI> with thee? Liberally? Ha? Is he open handed? bountifull?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hee's &s;till him&s;elfe, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth <HI>Horace,</HI> thou art exceeding happy in thy Friends and Acquaintance; they are all mo&s;t choi&s;e &s;pirits, and of the fir&s;t ranke of <HI>Romanes:</HI> I doe not know that <HI>Poet,</HI> I prote&s;t, ha's v&s;d his Fortune more pro&s;perou&s;ly then thou ha&s;t. If thou would'&s;t bring me knowne to <HI>Mecoenas,</HI> I &s;hould &s;econd thy de&s;ert well; Thou &s;hould&s;t find a good &s;ure A&s;&s;i&s;tance of me: One that would &s;peake all good of thee in thy Ab&s;ence, and be content with the next Place, not enuying thy Reputation with thy <HI>Patron.</HI> Let me not liue, but I thinke thou and I (in a &s;mall time) &s;hould lift them all out of Fauor, both <HI>Virgill, Varius,</HI> and the be&s;t of them; and enioy him wholly to our &s;elues.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>Gods, You doe know it, I can hold no longer;</L>
<L>This Brize hath prickt my Patience: Sir, your Silkene&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Clearely mi&s;takes <HI>Mecoenas;</HI> and his hou&s;e;</L>
<L>To thinke, there breaths a Spirit beneath his Roofe,</L>
<L>Subiect vnto tho&s;e poore affections</L>
<PB REF="19">
<L>Of vnder-mining <HI>Enuy,</HI> and <HI>Detraction,</HI></L>
<L>Moodes, onely proper to ba&s;e groueling minds:</L>
<L>That Place is not in <HI>Rome,</HI> I dare affirme,</L>
<L>More pure, or free, from &s;uch low common Euils.</L>
<L>There's no man greeu'd, that this is thought more Rich,</L>
<L>Or this more Learned; Ech man hath his Place,</L>
<L>And to his merit, his reward of Grace:</L>
<L>Which with a mutuall loue they all embrace.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>You report a wonder! tis &s;carce credible, this.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am no Torturer, to enforce you to beleeue it, but tis &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, this enflames me with a more ardent de&s;ire to be his, then before: but, I doubt I &s;hall find the entrance to his Familiarity, &s;omewhat more then difficult, <HI>Horace.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tut, you'le conquer him, as you haue done me; There's no &s;tanding out again&s;t you Sir, I &s;ee that. Either your Importunacy, or the Intimation of your good Parts; or&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, I'le bribe his Porter, and the Groomes of his Chamber; make his doores open to me that way fir&s;t: and then, I'le ob&s;erue my times. Say, he &s;hould extrude me his hou&s;e to day; &s;hall I therefore de&s;i&s;t, or let fall my &s;uite to mor|row? No: I'le attend him, follow him, meete him i'the &s;treete, the high waies, runne by his Coach, neuer leaue him. What? "Man hath nothing giuen him, in this life, without much Labor.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>And Impudence.</L>
<L>Archer of Heauen; <HI>Phoebus</HI> take thy Bowe</L>
<L>And with a full drawne &s;haft, nayle to the earth</L>
<L>This <HI>Python;</HI> that I may yet runne hence, and liue:</L>
<L>Or Brawny <HI>Hercules,</HI> doe thou come downe;</L>
<L>And (though thou mak'&s;t it vp thy thirteenth labor)</L>
<L>Re&s;cue me from this <HI>Hydra</HI> of di&s;cour&s;e here.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<PB REF="20">
<HEAD>SCENA SECVNDA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Ari&s;tius. Horace. Cri&s;pinus.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ari&s;tius.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Horace.</HI> Well met.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>O welcome my Redeemer.</L>
<L><HI>Ari&s;tius,</HI> as thou loue&s;t me, Ran&s;ome me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ari&s;tius.</SPEAKER>
<P>What ayl&s;t thou, man?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Death, I am &s;eazd on here</L>
<L>By a Land-<HI>Remora,</HI> I cannot &s;tirr;</L>
<L>Not moue, but as he plea&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wilt thou goe, <HI>Horace?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Hart! He cleaues to me like <HI>Alcides</HI> &s;hirt,</L>
<L>Tearing my Fle&s;h, and Sinne wes; &ocirc; I ha' beene vext</L>
<L>And tortur'd with him, wor&s;e then forty <HI>Feauers.</HI></L>
<L>For <HI>Ioues</HI> &s;ake, find &s;ome meanes, to take me from him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ari&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, I will: but I'le goe fir&s;t, and tell <HI>Mecoenas.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, &s;hall we goe?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ari&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>The ie&s;t will make his eyes runne, yfaith.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, <HI>Ari&s;tius?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ari&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Farewell, <HI>Horace.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Death! will a'leaue me? <HI>Fu&s;cus Ari&s;tius,</HI> doe you heare? Gods of <HI>Rome,</HI> you &s;aid you had &s;omewhat to &s;ay to me in priuate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ari&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, but I &s;ee, you are now imployd with that Gentle|man: 'twere &s;inne to trouble you. I'le take &s;ome fitter opportu|nity, adue.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mi&s;chiefe, and torment! O my Soule, and Hart,</L>
<L>How are you Crampt with angui&s;h! Death it &s;elfe</L>
<L>Brings not the like Conuul&s;ion. O this day,</L>
<L>That euer I &s;hould viewe thy tedious face?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Horace,</HI> what Pa&s;&s;ion? what Humours this?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>Away, good <HI>Prodigy,</HI> afflictme not.</L>
<L>A Friend, and mocke me thus! neuer was man</L>
<L>So left vnder the Axe&mdash; how now.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<PB REF="20">
<HEAD>SCENA TERTIA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Minos, Lictors, Crispinus, Horace.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Minos.</SPEAKER>
<P>THat's he, in the imbrodered hat, there, with the A&s;h colourd Fether: his name is <HI>Liberius Crispinus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lict.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Liberius Crispinus;</HI> I arre&s;t you in the <HI>Emperors</HI> name.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Me Sir? doe you arre&s;t mee?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lict.</SPEAKER>
<P>I Sir, at the &s;uite of Ma&s;ter <HI>Minos</HI> the <HI>Apothecary.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thankes, greate <HI>Apollo:</HI> I will not &s;lippe thy fauour of|fered me in my e&s;cape, for my fortunes.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ma&s;ter <HI>Minos?</HI> I know no Ma&s;ter <HI>Minos.</HI> Where's <HI>Horace? Horace? Horace?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Min.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, doe not you knowe mee?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>O yes; I knowe you, Ma&s;ter <HI>Minos:</HI> 'cry you mercie. But <HI>Horace?</HI> Gods 'Slid, is he gone?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Min.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, and &s;o would you too, if you knewe how. Officer looke to him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe you heare, Ma&s;ter <HI>Minos?</HI> pray' let's be v&s;'d like a man of our owne fa&s;hion. By <HI>Ianus</HI> and <HI>Iupiter,</HI> I meant to haue payed you next weeke, euery <HI>Drachme.</HI> Seeke not to ec|clip&s;e my reputation thus vulgarly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Min.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, your oathes cannot &s;erue you; you knowe I haue forborne you long.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am con&s;cious of it, Sir. Nay, I be&s;eech you, Gentle|men, doe not exhale me thus; remember 'tis but for &s;weete meates&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lict.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sweete meate mu&s;t haue &s;ower &s;auce, Sir. Come along.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sweete Ma&s;ter <HI>Minos:</HI> I am forfeited to eternall di&s;|grace, if you doe not commi&s;erate. Good officer bee not &s;o officious.</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="4" TYPE="scene">
<PB REF="21">
<HEAD>SCENA QVARTA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Tucca, Pyrgus, Minos, Lictors, Crispinus, Histrio, Demetrius,</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhy how now, my good brace of Blood-hounds? whether doe you dragge the Gent'man? you Mungrelles, you Curres, you Bandogges, wee are Captaine <HI>Tucca,</HI> that talke to you, you inhumane Pilchers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Min.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, he is their pri&s;oner.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Their Pe&s;tilence. VVhat are you, &s;ir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Min.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Citizen of <HI>Rome,</HI> &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then you are not farre di&s;tant from a Foole, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Min.</SPEAKER>
<P>A <HI>Pothecary,</HI> &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I knewe that was not a <HI>Phi&s;itian;</HI> fough: out of my No&s;trils, thou &s;tink&s;t of <HI>Lotium,</HI> &amp; the <HI>Syrringe;</HI> away Quack|&s;aluer; Follower, my &s;worde.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here, noble Leader, youle do no harme with it: Ile tru&s;t you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe you heare, You, Goodman &s;laue? Hooke, Ramme, Rogue, Catchpole, loo&s;e the Gent'man, or by my veluet armes&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lict.</SPEAKER>
<P>What will you doe, &s;ir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ki&s;&s;e thy hande, my honourable actiue Varlet: &amp; im|brace thee, thus.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyr.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Patient <HI>Metamorpho&s;is!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>My &s;worde, my tall Ra&s;call.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lict.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, &s;ofte &s;ir; Some wi&s;er then &s;ome.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat? and a Wit to? By <HI>Pluto,</HI> thou mu&s;t be cheri&s;h|ed, Slaue; heres three <HI>Drachmes</HI> for thee: hold.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyr.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's halfe his Lendings gone.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Giue mee.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="21">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lict.</SPEAKER>
<P>No &s;ir, your fir&s;t word &s;hall &s;tand: Ile holde all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, but Rogue:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lict.</SPEAKER>
<P>You would make a re&s;cue of our pri&s;oner, Sir, you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, a re&s;cue? away inhumane Varlet. Come, come; I ne|uer reli&s;h aboue one Ie&s;t at mo&s;t; doe not di&s;ge&s;te me: Sirra, do not. Rogue, I tell thee, Rogue, doe not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lict.</SPEAKER>
<P>How &s;ir? Rogue?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, why; thou art not angry Ra&s;call? art thou?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lict.</SPEAKER>
<P>I cannot tell &s;ir, I am little better, vpon the&s;e termes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tu,</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha! Gods &amp; Feinds! why do&s;t hear? Rogue, Thou, giue me thy hand; I &s;ay vnto thee, thy hand: Rogue. what? do&s;t not thou know mee? not me, Rogue? not Captaine <HI>Tucca,</HI> Rogue?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Min.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come: pra' &s;urrender the Gentleman his &s;word, Offi|cer; we'll haue no fighting here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat's thy name?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Min.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Minos,</HI> an't plea&s;e you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Minos?</HI> come hyther, <HI>Minos;</HI> Thou art a wi&s;e Fel|lowe it &s;eemes: Let me talke with thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVas euer wretch &s;o wretched, as vnfortunate I?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou art one of the <HI>Centum-viri, Old boy,</HI> art' not?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Min.</SPEAKER>
<P>Noe indeede, Ma&s;ter Captaine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Goe to, thou &s;hallt be then: Ile ha' thee one, <HI>Minos.</HI> Take my &s;worde from tho&s;e Ra&s;calles, do&s;t thou &s;ee? Goe, do it; I cannot attempt with patience. VVhat does this Gentle|man owe thee, little <HI>Minos?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Min.</SPEAKER>
<P>Foure&s;core <HI>Sesterties,</HI> &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat? no more? Come, thou &s;halt relea&s;e him, <HI>Minos:</HI> what, Ile be his Bayle, thou &s;halt take my worde, <HI>Old boy,</HI> and Ca&s;heere the&s;e Furies: thou &s;halt do't, I &s;ay thou &s;halt, little <HI>Mi|nos,</HI> thou &s;halt.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, and as I am a Gentleman and a Reueller, Ile make a peece of <HI>Poetry</HI> and ab&s;olue all, within the&s;e fiue daies.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, <HI>Minos</HI> is not to learne how to v&s;e a Gent'man of qualitie, I know; My &s;worde: If he pay thee not, I will, and I
<PB REF="22">mu&s;t, <HI>old boy.</HI> Thou &s;halt be my <HI>Pothecary</HI> too: ha'&s;t good <HI>E|ringo's, Minos?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Min.</SPEAKER>
<P>The be&s;t in <HI>Rome,</HI> &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Goe too, then <HI>Vermine,</HI> knowe the hou&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyr.</SPEAKER>
<P>I warrant you <HI>Collonell.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucc.</SPEAKER>
<P>For this Gentleman, <HI>Minos?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Min.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ile take your word, Captaine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou ha&s;t it, my &s;word.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Min.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes &s;ir: but you mu&s;t di&s;charge the arre&s;t, Ma&s;ter <HI>Cri|spinus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>How, <HI>Minos?</HI> looke in the Gentlemans face, and but reade his &s;ilence. Pay, pay; 'tis honour, <HI>Minos.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>By <HI>Ioue,</HI> &s;weete Captaine, you do mo&s;t infinitely en|deare, and oblige me to you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tut, I cannot complement, by <HI>Mars;</HI> but <HI>Iupiter</HI> loue me, as I loue good wordes, &amp; good cloathes, and there's an end. Thou &s;halt giue my boy that girdle &amp; hangers, when thou ha&s;t worne them a little more.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>O <HI>Iupiter!</HI> Captaine, he '&s;hall haue them now, pre&s;ent|ly; Plea&s;e you to be acceptiue, young Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyrg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes &s;ir, feare not; I &s;hall accept: I haue a prettie foo|li&s;h humor of taking, if you knewe all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not now, you &s;hall not take, boy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>By my truth, and earne&s;t, but a'&s;hal Captaine, by your leaue.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, and a '&s;weare by his trueth, take it boy: doe not make a Gentleman for&s;worne.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lict.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;ir, there is your &s;worde; but thanke Ma&s;ter <HI>Mi|nos:</HI> you had not carried it as you doe, el&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Minos</HI> is iu&s;t, and you are knaues, and&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lic.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;ay you &s;ir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pa&s;&s;e on, my good Scoundrell, pa&s;&s;e on, I honour thee: But, that I hate to haue Action with &s;uch ba&s;e Rogues as the&s;e; you &s;hould ha' &s;cene me vnrip their no&s;es now, and haue &s;ent 'hem to the next Barbers, to &s;titching: for, doe you &s;ee? I am a
<PB REF="22">man of <HI>Humor,</HI> and I doe loue the Varlettes, the hone&s;t Var|lets; they haue <HI>Wit,</HI> and <HI>Valor,</HI> and are indeede good profitable &mdash; Arrant Rogues, as any liue in an Empire. Doe&s;t thou hear, <HI>Poeta&s;ter?</HI> &s;econd me. Stand vp; <HI>Minos,</HI> clo&s;e, gather, yet; &s;o. Sir, (thou &s;halt haue a quarter &s;hare, be re&s;olute) you &s;hal at my re|que&s;t take <HI>Minos</HI> by the hand here: little <HI>Minos,</HI> I will haue it &s;o; All friends, and a health; Be not inexorable: and thou &s;halt impart the wine, <HI>Old boy,</HI> thou &s;halt do't, little <HI>Minos,</HI> thou &s;halt: make vs pay it in our Phy&s;icke. What? wee mu&s;t liue and honour the Gods &s;ometimes; now <HI>Bacchus,</HI> now <HI>Comus,</HI> now <HI>Priapus;</HI> euery God a little. What's hee, that &s;talkes by, there? Boy, <HI>Pyrgus,</HI> you were be&s;t let him pa&s;&s;e, Sirrah; do Leueret, let him pa&s;&s;e, doe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tis a Player, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Player? Call him, call the low&s;ie &s;laue hither; what'l hee &s;aile by, and not once &s;trike, or vaile to a <HI>Man of warre?</HI> ha? doe you heare? you, Player, Rogue, Stalker, come back here: No re&s;pect to Men of wor&s;hippe, you &s;laue? What, you are proude, you Ra&s;call, are you proude? ha? you growe rich, doe you? and purcha&s;e? you haue Fortune &amp; the good yeere on your &s;ide, you Stinkard? you haue? you haue?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hist.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, &s;weete Captaine, be confinde to &s;ome rea&s;on; I prote&s;t. I &s;awe you not, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>You did not? where was your fight, <HI>Oedipus?</HI> you walke with Hares eyes, doe you? Ile ha' 'hem gla&s;'d, Rogue; and you &s;ay the worde, they &s;hall be glaz'd for you: Come, we mu&s;t haue you turne Fiddler againe, &s;laue, 'get a Ba&s;e Violin at your backe, and march in a Tawnie Coate, with one &s;leeue, to Goo&s;e-faire, and then you'll knowe vs; you'll &s;ee vs then; you will, Gulch, you will? Then; wil't plea&s;e your wor&s;hippe to haue any Mu&s;icke, Captaine?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hi&s;t</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, good Captaine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>What? doe you laugh, <HI>Howleglas?</HI> death, you per|&s;temptuous Varlet, I am none of your fellowes; I haue com|maunded
<PB REF="23">a hundred and fiftie &s;uch Rogues, I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Pyr.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I, and mo&s;t of that hundred and fiftie haue been lea|ders of a Legion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hist.</SPEAKER>
<P>If I haue exhibited wrong, I'le tender &s;atisfaction, Cap|taine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say'&s;t thou &s;o, hone&s;t Vermine? Giue me thy hand, thou &s;halt make vs a &s;upper one of the&s;e nights.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hist.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhen you plea&s;e, by <HI>Ioue,</HI> Captaine, mo&s;t wil|lingly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe&s;t thou &s;weare? To morrowe then; &s;ay, and holde &s;laue. There are &s;ome of you Players hone&s;t Gent'man-like Scoundrels: A man may skelder yee, now and than, of halfe a dozen &s;hillinges, or &s;o. Doe&s;t thou not know that <HI>Caprichio</HI> there?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hist.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, I a&s;&s;ure you, Captaine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Goe, and be acquainted with him, then; hee is a Gent'|man, parcell-<HI>Poet,</HI> you &s;laue: his Father was a man of wor&s;hip, I tell thee: goe, he pens high, loftie, in a newe &s;talking &s;traine; bigger then halfe the Rimers i'the towne againe: he was borne to fill thy mouth, <HI>Minotaurus;</HI> he was: he will teach thee to teare and rand, Ra&s;call; to him: cheri&s;h his <HI>Mu&s;e;</HI> goe: thou ha&s;t fortie, fortie; &s;hillings, I meane, Stinkard; giue him in earne&s;t; doe: hee &s;hall write for thee, &s;laue. If hee penne for thee once, thou &s;halt not neede to trauell, with thy pumpes full of grauell, any more, after a blinde Iade and a Hamper.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Histrio.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth, I thinke I ha' not &s;o much about mee, Cap|taine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>It's no matter: giue him what thou ha&s;t: <HI>Paunch,</HI> I'le giue my word for the re&s;t: though it lack a &s;hilling or two, it &s;killes not: Go, thou art an hone&s;t <HI>Twentie i'the hundred;</HI> I'le ha' the Statute repeal'd for thee, <HI>Minos:</HI> I mu&s;t tel thee, <HI>Minos,</HI> thou ha&s;t deiected yon'Gent'mans &s;pirit exceedingly: do'&s;t ob&s;erue? do'&s;t note, little <HI>Minos?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Min.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Goe to then, rai&s;e; recouer; do; &s;uffer him not to droop,
<PB REF="23">in pro&s;pect of a Player, a Rogue, a Stager: put twentie into his hand; twentie; <HI>Drachmes,</HI> I meane, and let no bodie &s;ee: goe, doe it; the worke &s;hall commend it &s;elfe: be <HI>Minos:</HI> I'le pay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Min.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes for&s;ooth, Captaine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Pyr.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>Doe not wee &s;erue a notable Sharke?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>And what newe Playes haue you now a foote, &s;irrah? ha? I would faine come with my <HI>Cockatrice</HI> one day, and &s;ee a Play; if I knewe when there were a good baudie one: but they &s;ay, you ha' nothing but <HI>Humours, Reuels,</HI> and <HI>Satyres,</HI> that girde, and fart at the time, you &s;laue.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Histrio.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, I a&s;&s;ure you Captaine, not wee. They are on the other &s;ide of <HI>Tyber:</HI> wee haue as much Ribaldry in our Plaies, as can bee, as you would wi&s;h, Captaine: All the &s;inners, i'the Suburbes, come, and applaud our Action, daily.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>I heare, you'll bring mee o' the Stage there; you'll play mee, they &s;ay: I &s;hall bee pre&s;ented by a &s;orte of Copper-lac't Scoundrels of you: Death of <HI>Pluto,</HI> and you Stage mee, Stinkard; your <HI>Man&s;ions</HI> &s;hall &s;weate for't, your <HI>Tabernacles,</HI> Varlettes: your <HI>Globes:</HI> and your <HI>Try|umphes.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hist.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not wee, by <HI>Phoebus,</HI> Captaine: doe not doe vs im|putation without de&s;ert.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>I woo not, my good two pennie Ra&s;call: reach me thy neufe. Do'&s;t heare? What wilt thou giue me a weeke, for my brace of Beagles, here, my little Point-tru&s;&s;ers? you &s;hall ha'them Act among yee. Sirrah, you, pronounce. Thou &s;halt heare him &s;peake, in King <HI>Darius</HI> dolefull &s;traine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Pyr.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L><HI>O dolefull daies! O direfull deadly dumpe!</HI></L>
<L><HI>O wicked world! and worldly wickedne&s;&s;e!</HI></L>
<L><HI>How can I hold my fist from crying</HI> thumpe,</L>
<L><HI>In rue of this right ra&s;call wretchedne&s;&s;e!</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>In an amorous vaine now, &s;irrah; peace.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="24">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Pyr.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L><HI>O, &s;he is wilder, and more hard, withall,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then Bea&s;t or Birde, or Tree, or stonie wall.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Yet might &s;he loue mee, to vpreare her state:</HI></L>
<L><HI>I, but perhaps, &s;hee hopes &s;ome nobler Mate.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Yet might &s;he loue me, to content her Sire:</HI></L>
<L><HI>I, but her rea&s;on ma&s;ters her de&s;ire.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Yet might &s;he loue me as her beauties thrall:</HI></L>
<L><HI>I, but I feare, &s;he cannot loue at all.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now the orrible fierce Souldier, you Sirrah.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Pyr.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L><HI>What? will I braue thee? I, and beard thee too.</HI></L>
<L><HI>A Romane spirit &s;cornes to beare a braine,</HI></L>
<L><HI>So full of ba&s;e Pu&s;illanimitie.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Demet.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Hi&s;trio,</HI> Excellent.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, thou &s;hall &s;ee that, &s;hall raui&s;h thee anon: prick vp thine eares, Stinkard: the Gho&s;t, Boyes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Pyr.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Vindicta.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Pyr.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Timoria.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Pyr.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Vindicta.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Pyr.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Timoria.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Pyr.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Veni.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Pyr.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Veni.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now, thunder, &s;irrah, you, the rumbling Player.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Pyr.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>I, but &s;ome bodie mu&s;t cry <HI>murder,</HI> then, in a &s;mall voice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your fellowe Sharer, there &s;hall do't; Cry Sirrah, cry.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Pyr.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Murder, murder.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Pyr.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Who cals out murder? Ladie, was it you?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Demet.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Histrio.</HI> O admirable good, I prote&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirrah, Boy, brace your drumme a little &s;traighter, and doe the t'other fellowe there, hee in the&mdash; what &s;ha' call him&mdash; and yet, &s;tay too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Pyr.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Nay, and thou dallie&s;t, then I am thy Foe,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And Feare &s;hall force, what Friend&s;hip cannot winne;</HI></L>
<PB REF="24">
<L><HI>Thy Death &s;hall bury what thy life conceales,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Villaine! thou die&s;t, for more re&s;pecting her, than me.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Pyrgus.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>O, &s;tay my Lord.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Pyrgus.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Yet &s;peake the truth, and I will guerdon thee:</HI></L>
<L><HI>But if thou dally once againe, thou diest.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Enough of this, Boy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Pyrg.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Why then lament therefore: damn'd be thy Guts vnto King</HI> Plutoes <HI>hell, and Princely</HI> Erebus; <HI>for Sparrowes mu&s;t haue food.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hi&s;trio.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Pray, &s;weete Captaine, let one of them doe a little of a Lady.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>O! he will make thee eternally enamourd of him there: doe Sirrah; doe: 'twill allay your fellowes Fury a little.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1. <HI>Pyrgus.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Ma&s;ter, mocke on: the &s;corne thou giue&s;t me,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Pray</HI> Ioue <HI>&s;ome Lady may returne on thee:</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Pyrgus,</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>No: you &s;hall &s;ee me doe the <HI>Moore:</HI> Ma&s;ter, lend me your &s;carfe a little.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here, 'tis at thy &s;eruice, Boy:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Pyrgus.</HI></SPEAKER>
<P>You, Ma&s;ter <HI>Minos,</HI> harke hither a little. <HI>Exeunt.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>How do'&s;t like him? art not rapt? art not tickled now? do'&s;t not applaud, Ra&s;call? do'&s;t not applaud?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hi&s;trio.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes: what will you aske for 'hem a weeke, Cap|taine?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>No you <HI>mangonizing</HI> &s;laue, I will not part from 'hem: you'll &s;ell 'hem for Enghles you; let's ha' good cheare to mor|row night at &s;upper, Stalker, and then wee'll talke, good Capon, &amp; Plouer, do you hear, Sirrah? &amp; do not bring your eating Plaier with you there; I cannot away with him: He will eate a legge of mutton, while I am in my porridge, the leane <HI>Poluphagus,</HI> his belly is like <HI>Barathrum,</HI> he lookes like a Midwife in Mans apparrell, the &s;laue; nor the villanous-out-of-tune Fidler <HI>O Eno|barbus,</HI> bring not him. What ha&s;t thou there? &s;ix and thirty? ha?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hi&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, here's all I haue (Captaine) &s;ome fiue and twenty. 'Pray Sir, will you pre&s;ent, &amp; accommodate it vnto the Gentle|man:
<PB REF="25">for mine owne part, I am a meere &s;tranger to his Hu|mour: be&s;ides, I haue &s;ome bu&s;ine&s;&s;e inuites me hence, with Ma&s;ter <HI>A&s;inius Lupus,</HI> the Tribune.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well: goe thy waies; pur&s;ue thy <HI>Proiects,</HI> let me alone with this <HI>De&s;&s;eigne:</HI> my <HI>Po&euml;ta&s;ter</HI> &s;hall make thee a Play, &amp; thou &s;halt be a man of good parts, in it. But &s;tay, let me &s;ee: Doe not bring your Father <HI>AE&s;ope,</HI> your Polititian; vnle&s;&s;e you can ramme vp his mouth with Cloues: the &s;laue &s;mells ran|ker then &s;ome &s;ixteene Dung-hilles, and is &s;euenteene times more rotten: Mary, you may bring <HI>Friskin,</HI> my <HI>Zany:</HI> Hee's a good skipping Swaggerer; and your fat Foole there, my <HI>Mango,</HI> bring him too: but let him not begge Rapiers, nor &s;carfes in his ouer-familiar playing face, nor roare out his barren bold Ie&s;tes, with a tormenting Laughter, betweene drunke and dry. Doe you heare, Ra&s;call? Giue him warning, Admonition, to for&s;ake his &s;awcy glauering Grace, and his goggle Eye: it does not become him, Sirrah: tell him &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hi&s;trio.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes Captaine: <HI>Iupiter,</HI> and the re&s;t of the Gods confine your moderne delights, without di&s;gu&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stay: thou &s;halt &s;ee the <HI>Moore,</HI> ere thou goe&s;t: what's he, with the halfe Armes there, that &s;alutes vs out of his cloake, like a <HI>Motion?</HI> ha?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hi&s;trio.</SPEAKER>
<P>O Sir, his dubblet's a little decayed; he is otherwi&s;e a very &s;imple hone&s;t fellow, Sir: one <HI>Demetrius,</HI> a <HI>dre&s;&s;er</HI> of Playes about the towne, here; we haue hir'd him to abu&s;e <HI>Horace,</HI> and bring him in, in a Play, with all his Gallants: as, <HI>Ti|bullus, Mecoenas, Cornelius Gallus,</HI> and the re&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>And: why &s;o, Stinkard?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hi&s;trio.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, it will get vs a huge deale of money (Captaine) and we haue neede on't; for this Winter ha's made vs all poo|rer, then &s;o many &s;taru'd Snakes: No body comes at vs; not a Gentleman, nor a&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>But, you know nothing by him; doe you, to make a Play of?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hi&s;trio.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, not much, Captaine: but our <HI>Author</HI> will
<PB REF="25">deui&s;e inough:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, my <HI>Parna&s;&s;us,</HI> here, &s;hall helpe him, if thou wilt: Can thy Author doe it impudently enough?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hi&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, I warrant you, Captaine: and &s;pitefully inough too; he ha's one of the mo&s;t ouerflowing villanous wits, in <HI>Rome.</HI> He will &s;lander any man that breathes; If he di&s;gu&s;t him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le know the poore, egregious, nitty Ra&s;call, and he haue &s;uch commendable Qualities, I'le cheri&s;h him: &s;tay; here comes the <HI>Tartar;</HI> I'le make a gathering for him; I: a Pur&s;e, and put the poore &s;laue in fre&s;h ragges; tell him &s;o, to comfort him: well &s;aid Boy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2. <HI>Pyrg.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Where art thou Boy? where is</HI> Calipolis?</L>
<L><HI>Fight earth quakes, in the entrailes of the earth,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And Easterne whirle-windes in the helli&s;h &s;hades:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Some foule contagion of th'infected heauens</HI></L>
<L><HI>Blast all the trees; and in their cur&s;ed tops</HI></L>
<L><HI>The di&s;mall night-rauen and tragicke Owle</HI></L>
<L><HI>Breed, and become fore-runners of my fall.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, now fare thee well, my hone&s;t Penny-biter: Commend me to &s;euen Shares and a halfe: and remember to morrow: if you lacke a &s;eruice, you &s;hall play in my name, Ra&s;calls; but you &s;hall buy your owne cloth: and I'le ha' two &s;hares for my Countenance: let thy Author &s;tay with me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Demetr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Twas well done little <HI>Minos:</HI> thou did&s;t &s;talke well: for-giue me that I &s;aid thou &s;tunk&s;t, <HI>Minos:</HI> 'twas the &s;auour of a <HI>Poet,</HI> I met &s;weating in the &s;treete, hanges yet in my no&s;trills:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who? <HI>Horace?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>I; he, do'&s;t thou know him?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, he for&s;ooke me mo&s;t barbarou&s;ly, I prote&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hang him fu&s;ty <HI>Satyre;</HI> he &s;mells all Goate; he carries a Ram, vnder his Arme-holes, the &s;laue: I am the wor&s;e when I &s;ee him. Did not <HI>Minos</HI> impart?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, here's twenty Drachmes, he did conuey.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="26">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;aid, keepe 'hem, weell &s;hare anon; come little <HI>Minos.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith Captaine, I'le be bould to &s;hew you a Mi&s;tres of mine, a Iewellers Wife, a Gallant, as we goe along.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>There &s;poke my <HI>Genius. Minos,</HI> &s;ome of thy Erin|goes, little <HI>Minos;</HI> &s;end: come hither <HI>Parna&s;&s;us.</HI> I mu&s;t ha thee familiar with my little <HI>Locu&s;t,</HI> here; tis a good <HI>Vermine</HI> they &s;ay.
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<TRAILER>Finis Actus Tertij.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACTVS QVARTVS.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>SCENA PRIMA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Chlo&euml;. Cytheris.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>BVT &s;weete Lady, &s;ay: am I well inough attir'd for the Court, in &s;adne&s;&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cytheris.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well inough? excellent well, &s;weete</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>This &s;traight-bodied Citty attire (I can tell you) will &s;tirre a Courtiers blood, more, then the fine&s;t loo&s;e Sackes the Ladies v&s;e to be put in; and then you are as well Iewelld as any of them; your Ruffe, and linnen about you, is much more pure then theirs: And for your beauty, I can tell you, there's many of them would defie the <HI>Painter,</HI> if they could change with you. Marry, the wor&s;t is, you mu&s;t looke to be enuied, and endure a few Court-frumps for it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>O God! Madam, I &s;hall buy them too cheape: Giue me my Muffe, and my Dogge there. And will the Ladies be any thing familiar with me, thinke you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cytheris.</SPEAKER>
<P>O <HI>Hercules!</HI> Why, you &s;hall &s;ee 'hem flocke a|bout you with their puffe wings, and aske you, where you bought your Lawne? and what you paid for it? Who &s;tarches
<PB REF="26" MS="y">you? and entreat you to helpe 'hem to &s;ome pure Landre&s;&s;es, out of the City.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, <HI>Cupid!</HI> Giue me my Fanne, and my Ma&s;que too: And wil the Lords, and the <HI>Poets</HI> there, v&s;e one well too, Lady?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cytheris.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doubt not of that: you &s;hall haue ki&s;&s;es from them, goe pit-pat, pit-pat, pit-pat, vpon your Lips, as thicke as &s;tones out of &s;lings, at the a&s;&s;ault of a Citty. And then your <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 span"> the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 word"> of <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 span"> that you cannot <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 span"> your head (if you would) in three Winters after.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thanke you, &s;weete Lady. O Heauen! And how mu&s;t one behaue her &s;elfe among&s;t 'hem? you know all.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cytheris.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith, impudently inough, Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e <HI>Chlo&euml;,</HI> &amp; well inough. Cary not too much vnder-thought betwixt your &s;elfe and them; nor your Citty mannerly word <HI>(for&s;ooth)</HI> v&s;e it not too often in any Ca&s;e; but plaine <HI>I, Madam;</HI> and <HI>No, Madam:</HI> Nor neuer &s;ay, your <HI>Lord&s;hip,</HI> nor your <HI>Honor;</HI> but, you, and you my <HI>Lord,</HI> and my <HI>Lady:</HI> the other, they count too &s;imple, and min&s;itiue. And though they de&s;ire to ki&s;&s;e Heauen with their Titles, yet they will count them fooles that giue them too humbly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>O intollerable <HI>Iupiter!</HI> By my troth Lady, I would not for a world, but you had lyen in my hou&s;e: and i'faith you &s;hall not pay a farthing, for your boord; nor your Chambers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cytheris.</SPEAKER>
<P>O &s;weete Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e <HI>Chlo&euml;!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I faith, you &s;hall not Lady; nay good Lady, doe not offer it.</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>SCENA SECVNDA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Cor. Gallus, Tibullus, Cytheris, Chlo&euml;.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cor. Gallus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, where be the&s;e Ladies? By your leaue, bright Starres; this Gentleman and I are come to man you to Court: where your late kind Entertainment is now to be re|quited with a Heauenly Banquet.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="27">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cytheris.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Heauenly Banquet, <HI>Gallus?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cor. Gallus.</SPEAKER>
<P>No le&s;&s;e, my deare, <HI>Cytheris.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<P>That were not &s;trange, Lady, if the <HI>Epithete</HI> were onely giuen for the Company inuited thither; your &s;elfe, and this faire Gentlewoman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are we inuited to Court, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>You are Lady, by the great Prince&s;&s;e <HI>Iulia;</HI> who longs to greet you with any fauours, that may worthily make you an often Courtier.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>In &s;incerity, I thanke her, Sir. You haue a Coach? ha' you not?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Prince&s;&s;e hath &s;ent her owne, Lady.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>O <HI>Venus!</HI> that's well: I doe long to ride in a Coach mo&s;t vehemently:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cytheris.</SPEAKER>
<P>But &s;weete <HI>Gallus,</HI> pray you, re&s;olue me, why you giue that heauenly prai&s;e, to this earthly Banquet?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cor. Gallus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e <HI>(Cytheris)</HI> it mu&s;t be celebrated by the heauenly powers: All the <HI>Gods,</HI> and <HI>Godde&s;&s;es</HI> will be there; to two of which, you two mu&s;t be exalted.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>A pretty fiction in truth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cytheris.</SPEAKER>
<P>A fiction indeed <HI>Chlo&euml;,</HI> and fit, for the fit of a <HI>Poet.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cor. Gallus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, <HI>Cytheris,</HI> may not <HI>Poets</HI> (from who&s;e di|uine &s;pirits, all the honors of the <HI>Gods</HI> haue beene deduc't) in|treat &s;o much honor of the <HI>Gods,</HI> to haue their diuine pre&s;ence at a <HI>Po&euml;ticall</HI> Banquet?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cytheris.</SPEAKER>
<P>Suppo&s;e that no fiction: yet, where are your Ha|bilities to make vs two <HI>Godde&s;&s;es,</HI> at your Fea&s;t?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cor. Gallus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who knowes not <HI>(Cytheris)</HI> that the &s;acred breath of a true <HI>Poet,</HI> can blow any vertuous Humanity, vp to Deity?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>To tell you the femall truth (which is the &s;imple truth) Ladies; and to &s;hew that <HI>Poets</HI> (in &s;pight of the world) are able to Deify them &s;elues: At this Banquet, to which you are inui|ted, we intend to a&s;&s;ume the figures of the <HI>Gods;</HI> and to giue our &s;euerall Loues the Formes of <HI>Godde&s;&s;es. Ouid,</HI> will be <HI>Iupi|ter:</HI> the Prince&s;&s;e <HI>Iulia, Iuno: Gallus</HI> here <HI>Apollo;</HI> you <HI>Cytheris,</HI>
<PB REF="27"><HI>Pallas:</HI> I will be <HI>Bacchus,</HI> and my Loue <HI>Plautia, Ceres.</HI> And to in&s;tall you, and your Husband, faire <HI>Chlo&euml;,</HI> in honors, equall with ours; you &s;hall be a <HI>Godde&s;&s;e,</HI> and your Husband a <HI>God.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>A <HI>God?</HI> &ocirc; my God!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<P>A <HI>God;</HI> but a lame <HI>God,</HI> Lady: for he &s;hall be <HI>Vul|can,</HI> and you <HI>Venus.</HI> And this will make our Banquet no le&s;&s;e then heauenly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>In &s;incerity, it will be &s;ugred. Good <HI>Ioue,</HI> what a pret|ty fooli&s;h thing it is to be a <HI>Poet!</HI> But harke you, &s;weete <HI>Cythe|ris;</HI> could they not po&s;&s;ibly leaue out my Husband? me thinkes a Bodies <HI>Husband</HI> do's not &s;o well at Court; A bodies <HI>Friend,</HI> or &s;o: But <HI>Husband,</HI> 'tis like your Clog to your <HI>Marma&s;et,</HI> for all the world, and the heauens.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cytheris.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tut; neuer feare, <HI>Chlo&euml;:</HI> your Husband will be left without in the Lobby, or the great Chamber; when you &s;hall be put in, i'the Clo&s;et, by this Lord, and by that Lady.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, then I am certified: he &s;hall goe.</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>SCENA TERTIA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Horace, Albius, Cri&s;pinus, Tucca, Demetrius, Gallus, Tibullus, Cytheris, Chlo&euml;.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gallus.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Horace!</HI> Welcom.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gentlemen, heare you the newes?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<P>What newes, my <HI>Quintus?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>Our melancholike Friend, <HI>Propertius,</HI></L>
<L>Hath clo&s;'d him &s;elfe, vp, in his <HI>Cynthias</HI> Tombe;</L>
<L>And will by no intreaties be drawne thence.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>May, good Ma&s;ter <HI>Cri&s;pinus;</HI> Pray you bring neere the Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Cri&s;pinus?</HI> Hide me, good <HI>Gallus; Tibullus</HI> &s;helter me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;pinus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Make your approach, &s;weete Captaine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<P>What meanes this, <HI>Horace?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am &s;urpriz'd againe; Farewell.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gallus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stay, <HI>Horace.</HI></P>
</SP>
<PB REF="28">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, and be tir'd on, by yond' Vulture? No: <HI>Phoebus</HI> defend me.
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Slight! I hold my life,</L>
<L>This &s;ame is he met him in <HI>Via &s;acra.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gallus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Troth, 'tis like enough. This Act of <HI>Propertius</HI> re|li&s;heth very &s;trange, with me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>By thy leaue, my neat Scoundrell: what, is this the <HI>mad Boy</HI> you talk't on?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;piaus.</SPEAKER>
<P>I: this is Ma&s;ter <HI>Albius,</HI> Captaine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Giue me thy hand, <HI>Agamemnon;</HI> we heare abroad, thou art the <HI>Hector</HI> of Citizens: what &s;aye&s;t thou? are we wel|come to thee, noble <HI>Pyrrhus?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>Welcome, Captaine? by <HI>Ioue</HI> and all the <HI>Gods</HI> i'the <HI>Capitoll.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>No more, we conceaue thee. Which of the&s;e is thy Wedlocke, <HI>Menelaus?</HI> thy <HI>Hellen?</HI> thy <HI>Lucrece?</HI> that we may doe her honor; <HI>mad Bay?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>She i'the little veluet Cap, Sir; is my Mi&s;tres.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>For fault of a better, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>A better, prophane Ra&s;call? I cry thee mercy (my good Scroile) was't thou?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>No harme, Captaine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shee is a <HI>Venus,</HI> a <HI>Vesta,</HI> a <HI>Melpomene:</HI> Come hi|ther <HI>Penelope;</HI> what's thy name, <HI>Iris?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>My name is <HI>Chlo&euml;,</HI> Sir; I am a Gentlewoman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou art in merit to be an Empre&s;&s;e <HI>(Chlo&euml;)</HI> for an Eye, and a Lip; thou ha&s;t an Emperors No&s;e: ki&s;&s;e me againe: 'tis a vertuous Punque, So. Before <HI>Ioue,</HI> the <HI>Gods</HI> were a &s;ort of Go&s;linges, when they &s;uffred &s;o &s;weete a breath, to perfume the bed of a &s;tinkard: thou had&s;t ill fortune, <HI>Thisbe;</HI> the Fates were infatuate; they were, Punque; they were.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>That's &s;ure, Sir; let me craue your Name, I pray you, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am know'n by the Name of Captaine <HI>Tucca,</HI> Punque: the noble <HI>Romane,</HI> Punque: a <HI>Gent'man,</HI> and a <HI>Com|maunder,</HI> Punque.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="28">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>In good time: a <HI>Gentleman,</HI> and a <HI>Commaunder?</HI> that's as good as a <HI>Poet?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>A prety in&s;trument: It's my Co&s;en <HI>Cytheris</HI> Viole, this: i&s;t not?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cytheris.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, play Co&s;en; it wants but &s;uch a voice, and hand, to grace it, as yours is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas Co&s;en, you are merily in&s;pir'd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cytheris.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Pray you play, if you loue me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes co&s;in: you knowe, I doe not hate you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>A mo&s;t &s;ubtil wench! How &s;he hath bayted him with a Viole yonder, for a &s;onge!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Co&s;in, 'pray you call Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e <HI>Chlo&euml;;</HI> &s;he &s;hall heare an <HI>E&s;&s;ay</HI> of my <HI>Poetry.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le call her. Come hither <HI>Cocatrice:</HI> here's one, will &s;et thee vp, my &s;weet <HI>Punque;</HI> &s;et thee vp.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chl.</SPEAKER>
<P>Are you a <HI>Puet,</HI> &s;o &s;oone, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P>Wife: mum.</P>
</SP>
<LG>
<HEAD>CANTVS.</HEAD>
<L><HI>LOVE is blinde, and a want on;</HI></L>
<L><HI>In the whole worlde, there is &s;cant<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter"></HI></L>
<L><HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">one &s;uch another:</HI></L>
<L><HI>No, not his</HI> Mother.</L>
<L><HI>He hath pluckt her</HI> Doues, <HI>and</HI> Sparrowes,</L>
<L><HI>To fether his &s;harpe Arrowes,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And alone preuaileth,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Whilst &s;icke</HI> Venus <HI>waileth.</HI></L>
<L><HI>But if</HI> Cypris <HI>once recouer</HI></L>
<L><HI>The</HI> wag; <HI>it &s;hall behoue her</HI></L>
<L><HI>To looke better to him:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or &s;he will vndoe him.</HI></L>
</LG>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, mo&s;t odoriferous Mu&s;icke!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>A, ha; Stinkard. Another <HI>Orpheus,</HI> you &s;laue, another
<PB REF="29"><HI>Orpheus;</HI> an <HI>Arion,</HI> riding on the backe of a Dolphin, Ra&s;|call.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<P>Haue you a Copie of this Dittie, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ma&s;ter <HI>Albius</HI> ha's.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, but in trueth, they are my Wiues <HI>Ver&s;es;</HI> I mu&s;t not &s;hewe 'hem.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shewe 'hem Bankerupt, &s;hew 'hem; they haue &s;alt in 'hem, and will brooke the ayre, Stinkard.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<P>How? to his bright mi&s;tre&s;&s;e, <HI>Canidia?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, &s;ir, that's but a borrowed name; as <HI>Ouids Corinna,</HI> or <HI>Propertius</HI> his <HI>Cynthia,</HI> or your <HI>Neme&s;is,</HI> or <HI>Delia, Tibullus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<P>It's the name of <HI>Horace</HI> his Witch, as I remember.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tib.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhy? the Ditt'is all borrowed; 'tis <HI>Horaces:</HI> hang him <HI>Plagiary.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>How? he borrowe of <HI>Horace?</HI> he &s;hall pawne him&s;elfe to ten Brokers, fir&s;t. Doe you heare, <HI>Po&euml;ta&s;ters?</HI> I knowe you to be Knightes, and men of wor&s;hippe. Hee &s;hall write with <HI>Horace,</HI> for a <HI>Talent:</HI> and let <HI>Mecoenas</HI> and his whole Col|ledge of <HI>Critickes</HI> take his part: thou &s;halt do't young <HI>Phoe|bus:</HI> thou &s;halt, <HI>Phaeton;</HI> thou &s;halt.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Demet.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas, &s;ir, <HI>Horace?</HI> he is a meere &s;punge; nothing but <HI>Humours</HI> and Ob&s;eruation; he goes vp and down &s;ucking from euery &s;ocietie; and when he comes home, &s;queazes him&s;elfe dry againe. I knowe him, I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou &s;aye&s;t true, my poore <HI>Poeticall Furie,</HI> he will pen all he knowes. A &s;harpe thorny-tooth'd <HI>Satyricall</HI> Ra&s;call, flye him; He carries Haye in his horne; he will &s;ooner loo&s;e his be&s;t friend, then his lea&s;t Iea&s;t. VVhat he once drops vpon paper, a|gain&s;t a man, liues eternally to vpbraide him in the mouth of e|uery &s;laue Tankerd-bearer, or Water-man: not a Baud, or a boy that comes from the bake hou&s;e, but &s;hall point at him: 'tis all Dogge, and Scorpion; hee carries poy&s;on in his teeth, and a &s;ting in his taile; fough. Bodie of <HI>Ioue!</HI> I'le haue the &s;laue whipt one of the&s;e daies for his <HI>Satyres,</HI> and his <HI>Humours,</HI> by one ca&s;heer'd Clarke, or another.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="29">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>We'll vndertake him, Captaine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Demet.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, and tickle him i'faith, for his Arrogancie, and his impudence, in commending his owne thinges: and for his tra~|&s;lating: I can trace him i'faith: &ocirc;, he is the mo&s;t open fellowe, liuing; I had as lieue as a newe Suite, I were at it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Fuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say no more then, <HI>but doe it:</HI> 'tis the onely way to get thee a newe &s;uite: &s;ting him, my little Neufts; I'le giue you in|&s;tructions: I'le be your Intelligencer, wee'll all ioyne, and hange vpon him like &s;o many hor&s;eleaches: the Players and all. Wee &s;hall &s;uppe togither &s;oone; and then weele con&s;pire, i'-faith.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, that <HI>Horace</HI> had &s;tayed &s;till, here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tib.</SPEAKER>
<P>So would not I: for both the&s;e would haue turn'd <HI>Py|thagoreans</HI> then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, mute?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tib.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, as fi&s;hes i'faith: come Ladies, &s;hall wee goe?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVee await you, &s;ir. But Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e <HI>Chlo&euml;</HI> a&s;kes, if you haue not a <HI>God</HI> to &s;pare, for this Gentleman.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVho, Captaine <HI>Tucca?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>I; hee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, if wee can inuite him along, he &s;hall be <HI>Mars.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha's <HI>Mars</HI> any thing to doe with <HI>Venus?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, mo&s;t of all, Ladie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, then I pray' let him be inuited: and what &s;hall <HI>Crispinus</HI> be?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tib.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Mercury,</HI> Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e <HI>Chlo&euml;.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Mercury?</HI> that's a <HI>Poet?</HI> is't?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<P>No Ladie; but &s;omewhat enclyning that way: hee is a Herald at Armes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Herald at Armes? good: and <HI>Mercury?</HI> pretty: he ha's to doe with <HI>Venus</HI> too?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>A little, with her face, Ladie; or &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis verie well; pray' let's goe, I long to bee at it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cyth.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gentlemen, &s;hall wee pray your companies a|long?</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="30">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>You &s;hall not onely pray, but preuaile, Ladie. Come, &s;weete Captaine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, I follow; but thou mu&s;t not talke of this now, my little Bankeroupt.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P>Captaine, looke here: mum.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Demet.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le goe write, &s;ir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe, doe: &s;tay; there's a <HI>Drachme,</HI> to purcha&s;e Gin|ger-bread, for thy <HI>Mu&s;e.</HI></P>
<STAGE>Execunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="4" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>SCENA QVARTA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Lupus, Hi&s;trio, Lictor, Minos, Mecoenas, Horace.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lup.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, let vs talke here; here wee may be priuate: &s;hut the dore, <HI>Lictor.</HI> You are a Player, you &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hist.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, and't plea&s;e your wor&s;hippe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lup.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good: and how are you able to giue this intelligence?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hi&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Mary Sir, they directed a Letter to mee, and my fellow Sharers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Speake lower; you are not now i'your <HI>Theater,</HI> Sta|ger my &s;word Knaue. They directed a letter to you, and your fellow-Sharers: forward.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hi&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, &s;ir; to hyre &s;ome of our Properties; as a <HI>Scepter,</HI> and a <HI>Crowne,</HI> for <HI>Ioue;</HI> and a <HI>Caduceus,</HI> for <HI>Mercury:</HI> and a <HI>Peta&s;us</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Caduceus?</HI> and <HI>Peta&s;us?</HI> Let mee &s;ee your Letter. This is a <HI>Coniuration;</HI> a Con&s;piracy, this. Quickly, on with my Bu&s;kins: I'le act a <HI>Tragedy,</HI> i'faith. Will nothing but our <HI>Gods,</HI> &s;erue the&s;e <HI>Poets</HI> to prophane? <HI>dispatch.</HI> Player, I thanke thee. The Emperour &s;hal take knowledge of thy good &s;eruice. Who's there now? Looke knaue. A <HI>Crowne,</HI> and a <HI>Scepter?</HI> this is good: Rebellion, now?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lictor.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis your <HI>Pothecary,</HI> &s;ir, Ma&s;ter <HI>Minos.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat tell'&s;t thou mee of <HI>Pothecaries,</HI> Knaue? Tell
<PB REF="30">him, I haue affaires of <HI>State,</HI> in hand; I can talke to no <HI>Pothe|caries,</HI> now. <GAP DESC="blank"> Heart of mee! Stay the <HI>Pothecary</HI> there.</P>
<P>You &s;hall &s;ee, I haue fi&s;h't out a cunning piece of Plot now; They haue had &s;ome intellige~ce, that their <HI>Proiect</HI> is di&s;couer'd, and now haue they dealt with my <HI>Pothecary,</HI> to poy&s;on mee; tis &s;o; knowing, that I meant to take Phy&s;ick to day: As &s;ure as Death, 'tis there. <HI>Iupiter,</HI> I thanke thee, that thou ha&s;t yet made mee &s;o much of a <HI>Polititian.</HI> You are welcome, &s;ir; Take the potio~ fro~ him there; I haue an <HI>Antidote</HI> more then you wote of, Sir; Throw it on the ground there: So. Now fetch in the Dogge; And yet wee cannot tarry to try Experiments, now: Arre&s;t him, you &s;hall goe with mee, &s;ir; I'le tickle you <HI>Potheca|ry;</HI> I'le giue you a Gly&s;ter, i'faith. Haue I the Letter? I: 'tis here. Come, your <HI>Fa&s;ces, Lictors:</HI> The halfe pikes, &amp; the Halberds, take them downe from the <HI>Lares,</HI> there; Player, a&s;&s;i&s;t mee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mecae.</SPEAKER>
<P>Whether now, <HI>A&s;inius Lupus,</HI> with this Armory?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lup.</SPEAKER>
<P>I cannot talke now; I charge you a&s;&s;i&s;t mee: Trea&s;on, Trea&s;on,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>How? Trea&s;on?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lup.</SPEAKER>
<P>I: if you loue the Emperour, and the State, followe me.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="5" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>SCENA QVINTA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Ouid, Iulia, Gallus, Cytheris, Tibullus, Plautia, Albius, Chlo&euml;, Tucca, Cri&s;pinus Hermogenes, Pyrgus.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Gods,</HI> and <HI>godde&s;&s;es,</HI> take your &s;euerall &s;eates. Now, <HI>Mercury,</HI> mooue your <HI>Caduceus,</HI> and in <HI>Iupiters</HI> name com|maunde &s;ilence.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>In the name of <HI>Iupiter;</HI> Silence.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Her.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Crier of the Court hath too clarified a voice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pall.</SPEAKER>
<P>Peace <HI>Momus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Oh, he is the <HI>god</HI> of Reprehen&s;ion; let him alone. 'Tis
<PB REF="31">
<GAP DESC="duplicate" EXTENT="1 page">
<PB REF="31">
<GAP DESC="duplicate" EXTENT="1 page">
<PB REF="32">his office. <HI>Mercury,</HI> goe forward; and proclaime after <HI>Phoebus,</HI> our high plea&s;ure, to all the Deities that &s;hall partake this high Banquet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<L>The great God, <HI>Iupiter,</HI></L>
<L>Of his licentious goodne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>VVilling to make this Fea&s;t, no Fa&s;t</L>
<L>From any manner of Plea&s;ure;</L>
<L>Nor to bind any <HI>God</HI> or <HI>Godde&s;&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>To be any thing the more <HI>God,</HI> or <HI>Godde&s;&s;e,</HI> for their names:</L>
<L>He giues them all free Licence,</L>
<L>To &s;peak no wi&s;er, then per&s;o~s of ba&s;er Titles;</L>
<L>And to be nothing better, then co~mon Men, or VVomen.</L>
<L>And therefore no <HI>God</HI></L>
<L>Shal need to keep him&s;elf more &s;trictly to his <HI>Godde&s;&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>Then any man do's to his wife.</L>
<L>Nor any <HI>Godde&s;&s;e</HI></L>
<L>Shall need to keepe her&s;elfe more &s;trictly to her God,</L>
<L>Then any woman do's to her Hu&s;band.</L>
<L>But, &s;ince it is no part of wi&s;dome,</L>
<L>In the&s;e daies, to come into Bonds;</L>
<L>It &s;hall be lawfull for euery Louer,</L>
<L>To breake louing oathes,</L>
<L>To change their Louers, &amp; make loue to o|thers,</L>
<L>As the heate of euery ones Bloode,</L>
<L>And the &s;pirit of our <HI>Nectar</HI> &s;hall in&s;pire.</L>
<L>And <HI>Iupiter</HI> &s;aue <HI>Iupiter.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<L>The great, &amp;c.</L>
<L>Of his, &amp;c.</L>
<L>VVilling, &amp;c.</L>
<L>From any, &amp;c.</L>
<L>Nor to, &amp;c.</L>
<L>To bee, &amp;c.</L>
<L>He giues, &amp;c.</L>
<L>To &s;peak, &amp;c.</L>
<L>And to, &amp;c.</L>
<L>And ther. &amp;c.</L>
<L>Shal need, &amp;c.</L>
<L>Then any, &amp;c.</L>
<L>Nor any, &amp;c.</L>
<L>Shall need, &amp;c.</L>
<L>Then any, &amp;c.</L>
<L>But, &s;ince, &amp;c.</L>
<L>In the&s;e.</L>
<L>It &s;hall, &amp;c.</L>
<L>To breake, &amp;c.</L>
<L>To cha~ge, &amp;c.</L>
<L>As the, &amp;c.</L>
<L>And the, &amp;c.</L>
<L>And <HI>Iupi.</HI> &amp;c.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tib.</SPEAKER>
<P>So: now we may play the Fooles, by Authoritie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Herm.</SPEAKER>
<P>To play the foole by Authoritie, is wi&s;dome.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<P>Away with your Mattery Sentences, <HI>Momus;</HI> they are to graue, and wi&s;e, for this meeting.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Mercury,</HI> giue our Iea&s;ter a &s;toole, let him &s;it by; and reach him of our Cates.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do'&s;t heare, Mad <HI>Iupiter?</HI> VVe'll haue it enacted; He, that &s;peaks the fir&s;t wi&s;e word, &s;hall be made Cuckold. VVhat &s;ay&s;t
<PB REF="32">thou? Is't not a good Motion?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Deities, are you all agreed?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omnes.</SPEAKER>
<P>Agreed, great <HI>Iupiter.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P>I haue read in a Booke, that to play the Foole wi&s;ely, is high wi&s;dome.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<P>How now, <HI>Vulcan!</HI> will you be the fir&s;t Wizard?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take his wife, <HI>Mars;</HI> &amp; make him Cuckold, quickly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, Cocatrice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chl.</SPEAKER>
<P>No: let me alone with him, <HI>Iupiter:</HI> I'le make you take heede, &s;ir, while you liue againe; if there be twelue in a companie, that you be not the wi&s;e&s;t of 'hem.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P>No more I will not indeede, wife, hereafter; I'le be here: mum.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fill vs a bowle of <HI>Nectar, Ganymede:</HI> we will drinke to our daughter <HI>Venus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<P>Looke to your wife, <HI>Vulcan: Iupiter</HI> begins to Court her.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, let <HI>Mars</HI> looke to it: <HI>Vulcan</HI> mu&s;t do as <HI>Venus</HI> doe's, beare.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sirrah, Boy: Catamite. Looke you play <HI>Ganymede</HI> well now, you &s;laue: Doe not &s;pill your <HI>Nectar;</HI> Carry your Cuppe euen: &s;o. You &s;hould haue rubd your Face, with whites of Egges, you Ra&s;call; till your Browes had &s;hone like our &s;ootie brothers here, as &s;leeke as a Horne-booke: or ha'&s;teept your lips in wine, till you made 'hem &s;o Plumpe, that <HI>Iuno</HI> might haue beene Iealous of 'hem. Punque, ki&s;&s;e mee, Punque.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here daughter <HI>Venus,</HI> I drinke to thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;</SPEAKER>
<P>'Thanke you, good Father <HI>Iupiter.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, Mother <HI>Iuno!</HI> Gods and Fiends! what, wilt thou &s;uffer this ocular Temptation?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tib.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Mars</HI> is enrag'd; he lookes bigge, and begins to &s;tut, for anger.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Her.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVell plaide, Captaine <HI>Mars.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVell &s;aid, Min&s;trell <HI>Momus:</HI> I mu&s;t put you in? mu&s;t I? When will you be in good fooling of your &s;elfe, Fidler? neuer?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Her.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, 'tis our fa&s;hion, to be &s;ilent, when there is a better Foole in place, euer.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Thanke you, Ra&s;call.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="33">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Fill to our daughter <HI>Venus, Ganymede;</HI> who fils her fa|ther with affection.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVilt thou be raunging, <HI>Iupiter,</HI> before my face?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhy not, <HI>Iuno?</HI> why &s;hould <HI>Iupiter,</HI> &s;tand in awe of thy Face, <HI>Iuno?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<P>Becau&s;e it is thy wiues Face, <HI>Iupiter.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, &s;hall a Hu&s;band be afraid of his wiues Face? will &s;hee paint it &s;o horribly? Wee are a King, Cotqueane; and wee will raigne in our plea&s;ures; &amp; we will cudgell thee to death, if thou finde fault with vs.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will finde fault with thee, King Cuckold-maker: what, &s;hall the King of Gods turne the King of Good fellowes, and haue no Fellow in wickedne&s;&s;e? This makes our <HI>Po&euml;ts,</HI> that knowe our Prophanene&s;&s;e, liue as prophane, as wee: By my God-head, <HI>Iupiter;</HI> I will ioyne with all the other Gods, here; binde thee hand and foote; throwe thee downe into earth; and make a poore <HI>Po&euml;t</HI> of thee, if thou abu&s;e me thus.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<P>A good &s;mart-tongu'd <HI>Godde&s;&s;e;</HI> a right <HI>Iuno.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Iuno,</HI> wee will cudgell thee, <HI>Iuno:</HI> wee tolde thee &s;o ye&s;terday, when thou wert iealous of vs, for <HI>Thetis.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyr.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, to day &s;he had me in Inqui&s;ition too.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVell &s;aide, my fine <HI>Phrygian</HI> Fry, informe, informe. Giue mee &s;ome wine, King of <HI>Heralds;</HI> I may drinke to my Cocatrice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>No more, <HI>Ganymede;</HI> wee will cudgell thee, <HI>Iuuo:</HI> By <HI>Styx,</HI> we will.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'ts well; <HI>Gods</HI> may growe impudent in Iniquitie, and they mu&s;t not be tolde of it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yea, wee will knocke our Chinne again&s;t our Bre&s;t; and &s;hake thee out of <HI>Olimpus,</HI> into an Oy&s;ter-boate, for thy &s;coulding.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your No&s;e is not long enough to doe it, <HI>Iupiter;</HI> if all thy Strumpets, thou ha&s;t among the Starres tooke thy part. And there is neuer a Star in thy Forehead, but &s;hal be a Horne, if thou per&s;i&s;t to abu&s;e mee,</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>A good Iea&s;t, I faith.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="33">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>We tell thee, thou anger&s;t vs, Cotqueane; and we will thunder thee in peeces, for thy Cotqueanity: we will lay this City de&s;olate, and flat as this hand, for thy offences. The&s;e two fingers are the Walls of it; the&s;e within, the People; which People, &s;hall be all throwne downe thus, and nothing left &s;tanding in this Citty, but the&s;e walls.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;pinus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Another good Ie&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, my hammers, and my <HI>Cyclops!</HI> this <HI>Boy</HI> fils not wine enough, to make vs kind enough, to one another;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nor thou ha&s;t not collied thy face enough, Stinkard.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le ply the table with <HI>Nectar,</HI> and make them friends.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Her.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heauen is like to haue but a lame Skinker, then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>"Wine, and good Liuers, make true louers: I'le &s;entence them togither. Here Father: here Mother: for &s;hame, drinke your &s;elues drunke, and forget this di&s;&s;ention: you two &s;hould cling togither, before our faces, and giue vs example of Vnity.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gallus.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, excellently &s;poken, <HI>Vulcan,</HI> on the &s;odaine!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Iupiter,</HI> may doe well to preferre his Tongue to &s;ome office, for his Eloquence.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>His Tongue &s;hall be Gent'man V&s;her to his Wit, and &s;till goe before it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alb.</SPEAKER>
<P>An excellent fit office.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, and an excellent good iea&s;t, be&s;ides:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Herm.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, haue you hired <HI>Mercury,</HI> to cry your iea&s;tes you make?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Momus,</HI> you are enuious:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, you whore&s;on block-head, 'tis your only blocke of witte in fa&s;hion (now adaies) to applaud other folkes iea&s;tes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Herm.</SPEAKER>
<P>True: with tho&s;e that are not Artificers them &s;elues. <HI>Vulcan,</HI> you nod; and the mirth of the fea&s;t droopes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyrgus.</SPEAKER>
<P>He ha's fild <HI>Nectar</HI> &s;o long, till his braine &s;wimmes in it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gallus.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, doe we nod, fellow Gods? &s;ound Mu&s;icke,
<PB REF="34">and let vs &s;tartle our &s;pirits with a &s;ong.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe, <HI>Apollo:</HI> thou art a good <HI>Mu&s;itian.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gallus.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;aies <HI>Iupiter?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha? ha?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gallus.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Song.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, doe, doe, &s;ing:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Plautia.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Bacchus,</HI> what &s;ay you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Ceres?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Plautia.</SPEAKER>
<P>But, to this &s;ong?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sing, for my part.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iulia.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your belly weighes downe your head, <HI>Bacehus:</HI> here's a &s;ong toward.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Begin, <HI>Vulcan.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>What el&s;e? what el&s;e?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say, <HI>Iupiter.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Mercury.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;pinus.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, &s;ay, &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<LG>
<HEAD>CANTVS.</HEAD>
<L><HI>VVAKE; our mirth beginnes to die:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Quicken it with tunes, and wine:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Rai&s;e your notes; you're out: fie, fie;</HI></L>
<L><HI>This Drouzine&s;&s;e is an ill &s;igne.</HI></L>
<L><HI>We bani&s;h him the Queere of Gods,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That droopes agen:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then all are men,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For here's not one, but nods.</HI></L>
</LG>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I like not this &s;odaine and generall heauine&s;&s;e, a|mong&s;t our <HI>Godheads:</HI> 'Tis &s;omewhat ominous. <HI>Apollo,</HI> Command vs lowder Mu&s;icke, and let <HI>Mercury,</HI> and <HI>Momus</HI> contend to plea&s;e, and reuiue our &s;en&s;es.</P>
</SP>
<FLOATEXT LANG="eng" TYPE="song">
<PB REF="34">
<HEAD>CANTVS.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Her.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>THEN, in a free and lofty &s;trayne,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Our broken tunes we thus repaire;</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>And we an&s;were them againe,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Running diui&s;ion on the panting Ayre:</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ambo.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>To celebrate this Feast of</HI> Sen&s;e,</L>
<L><HI>As free from Scandall, as Offen&s;e.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Her.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Here is</HI> Beauty, <HI>for the Eye;</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>For the Eare, &s;weete</HI> Melody;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Her.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ambro&s;iack Odours, <HI>for the &s;mell;</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Delicious</HI> Nectar, <HI>for the Taste;</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ambo</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>For the Touch, a</HI> Ladies Wa&s;te;</L>
<L><HI>Which doth all the re&s;t excell.</HI></L>
</SP>
</FLOATEXT>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<P>I: This hath wak't vs. <HI>Mercury,</HI> our Herald; Goe from our &s;elfe the great God <HI>Iupiter,</HI> to the great Emperour, <HI>Augustus Cae&s;ar:</HI> And command him, from vs (of who&s;e Bounty he hath receaued his Sir-name, <HI>Augustus</HI>) that for a Thanke|offring to our Beneficence, he pre&s;ently Sacrifice as a Di&s;h to this Banquet, his beautifull and wanton Daughter <HI>Iulia:</HI> She's a cur&s;t Queane, tell him; and plaies the &s;could behind his backe: Therefore let her be Sacrific'd. Commaund him this, <HI>Mercury,</HI> in our high name of <HI>Iupiter Altitonans.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iulia.</SPEAKER>
<P>Stay, Feather-footed <HI>Mercury;</HI> and tell <HI>Augu&s;tus,</HI> from vs, the great <HI>Iuno Saturnia;</HI> if he thinke it hard to doe, as <HI>Iu|piter</HI> hath commanded him, and Sacrifice his Daughter, that he had better to doe &s;o tenne times, then &s;uffer her to loue the well-no&s;'d <HI>Poet, Ouid;</HI> whom he &s;hall doe well to whip, or cau&s;e to be whipt, about the <HI>Capitoll,</HI> for &s;oothing her, in her Follies.</P>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="6" TYPE="scene">
<PB REF="35">
<HEAD>SCENA SEXTA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Cae&s;ar, Mecoenas, Horace, Lupus, Histrio, Minos, Lictors, Ouid, Gallus, Tibullus, Tucca, Cri&s;pinus, Albius, Hermogenes, Pyrgus, Iulia, Cytheris, Plautia, Chlo&euml;.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>What &s;ight is this? <HI>Mecoenas, Horace,</HI> &s;ay;</L>
<L>Haue we our &s;en&s;es? Doe we heare? and &s;ee?</L>
<L>Or, are the&s;e but Imaginary obiects</L>
<L>Drawne by our Phanta&s;ie? Why, &s;peake you not?</L>
<L><HI>Let vs doe Sacrifice?</HI> Are they the <HI>Gods?</HI></L>
<L>Reuerence: Amaze: and Fury fight in me.</L>
<L>What? Doe they kneele? Nay, then I &s;ee tis true</L>
<L>I thought impo&s;&s;ible: &ocirc; impious &s;ight!</L>
<L>Let me diuert mine eyes; the very thought</L>
<L>Euerts my Soule, with Pa&s;&s;ion: Looke not Man.</L>
<L>There is a <HI>Panther,</HI> who&s;e vnnaturall eyes</L>
<L>Will &s;trike thee dead: turne then; and dye on her</L>
<L>With her owne death.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mecoenas.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Horace.</HI> What meanes imperiall <HI>Cae&s;ar?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, would you haue me let the Strumpet liue, That, for this Pageaunt, earnes &s;o many deathes?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Boy, &s;linke Boy.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyrgus.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Pray <HI>Iupiter,</HI> we be not follow'd by the &s;ent, Ma|&s;ter.</P>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say, Sir, what are you?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>I play <HI>Vulcan,</HI> Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>But, what are you, Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Albius.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Citizen, and Ieweller, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>And what are you, Dame?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>I play <HI>Venus,</HI> for&s;ooth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>I aske not, what you play? but, what you are?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chlo&euml;.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Citizen, and Iewellers wife, Sir:</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="35">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>And you, good Sir?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;pinus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Your Geutleman, parcell-<HI>Poet,</HI> Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>O, that prophaned Name!</L>
<L>And are the&s;e &s;eemely company for thee,</L>
<L>Degenerate Mon&s;ter? all the re&s;t I know;</L>
<L>And hate all knowledge, for their hatefull &s;akes.</L>
<L>Are you, that fir&s;t the <HI>Deities</HI> in&s;pir'd</L>
<L>With skill of their high Natures, and their Powers,</L>
<L>The fir&s;t Abu&s;ers of their v&s;e-full light;</L>
<L>Prophaning thus their Dignities, in their formes;</L>
<L>And making them like you, but counterfeites?</L>
<L>O, who &s;hall follow <HI>Vertue,</HI> and embrace her,</L>
<L>When her fal&s;e bo&s;ome is found nought but Aire?</L>
<L>And yet, of tho&s;e embraces, <HI>Centaures</HI> &s;pring,</L>
<L>That warre with humane Peace, and poy&s;on Men.</L>
<L>Who &s;hall, with greater comforts, comprehend</L>
<L>Her vn&s;eene being, and her excellence;</L>
<L>When you, that teach, and &s;hould eternize her,</L>
<L>Liue, as &s;he were no Law vnto your liues:</L>
<L>Nor liu'd her &s;elfe, but with your idle breathes?</L>
<L>If you thinke <HI>Gods</HI> but fain'd, and <HI>Vertue</HI> painted,</L>
<L>Know, we &s;u&s;taine an actuall re&s;idence;</L>
<L>And, with the Title of an <HI>Emperour,</HI></L>
<L>Retaine his &s;pirit, and imperiall power:</L>
<L>By which (in impo&s;ition too remi&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Licentious <HI>Na&s;o,</HI> for thy violent wronge,</L>
<L>In &s;oothing the declin'd Affections</L>
<L>Of my ba&s;e Daughter,) I exile thy feete</L>
<L>From all approach, to our imperiall Court,</L>
<L>On paine of death: and thy mi&s;gotten Loue</L>
<L>Commit to patronage of Iron doores;</L>
<L>Since her &s;oft-harted Sire cannot containe her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mecoenas.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, good my Lord; forgiue: be like the <HI>Gods:</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let royall Bounty <HI>(Cae&s;ar)</HI> mediate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>There is no Bounty to be &s;hewed to &s;uch,</L>
<PB REF="36">
<L>As haue no reall goodnes: Bountie is</L>
<L>A &s;pice of <HI>Vertue:</HI> and what vertuous Act</L>
<L>Can take effect on them, that haue no power</L>
<L>Of equall habitude to apprehend it;</L>
<L>But liue in wor&s;hip of that Idole <HI>Vice.</HI></L>
<L>As if there were no <HI>Vertue,</HI> but in &s;hade</L>
<L>Of &s;tronge imagination, meerely enforc't?</L>
<L>This &s;hewes, their Knowledge is meere Ignorance;</L>
<L>Their farre fetcht Dignity of &s;oule, a Fancy;</L>
<L>And all their &s;quare pretext of Grauity</L>
<L>A meere vaine Glory: hence: away with 'hem.</L>
<L>I will preferre for knowledge, none, but &s;uch</L>
<L>As rule their liues by it, and can becalme</L>
<L>All Sea of <HI>Humour,</HI> with the marble <HI>trident</HI></L>
<L>Of their &s;trong &s;pirits: Others fight below</L>
<L>With Gnats, and &s;hadowes; Others nothing know.
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="7" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>SCENA SEPTIMA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Tucca, Cri&s;pinus, Pyrgus, Horace, Mecoenas, Lupus, Histrio.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's become of my little Punque, <HI>Venus;</HI> and the poult-foote Stinkard, her Husband? ha?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, they are rid home i'the Coach, as fa&s;t as the wheeles can runne.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>God <HI>Iupiter</HI> is bani&s;ht, I heare: and his Cocka|trice, <HI>Iuno,</HI> lockt vp: 'Hart; and and all the <HI>Poetry</HI> in <HI>Parna&s;&s;us</HI> get me to be a Player againe, I'le fell 'hem my &s;hare for &s;ix pence. But this is <HI>Humours; Horace,</HI> that Goat-footed enuious Slaue: hee's turn'd fawne now; an <HI>Informer,</HI> the Rogue: 'tis he has betraid vs all; Did you not &s;ee him, with the Emperour, crouching?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, follow me. Thou &s;halt libell, and I'le cudgell
<PB REF="36">the Ra&s;call. Boy, pronide me a Trunchion; Reuenge &s;hall gra|tulate him, <HI>Tam Marti, quam Mercurio.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyrgus.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, but Ma&s;ter; take heed how you giue this out, <HI>Horace</HI> is a Man of the Sword.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis true, introth: they &s;ay, hee's valiant.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Valiant? &s;o is mine Ar&s;e: Gods, and Fiendes? I'le blow him into aire, when I meete him next: He dares not fight with a puck-fi&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Pyrgus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ma&s;ter, here he comes.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where? <HI>Iupiter</HI> &s;aue thee, my good <HI>Poet;</HI> my <HI>Pro|phet;</HI> my Noble <HI>Horace.</HI> I &s;corne to beate the Rogue i'the Court; and I &s;aluted him, thus faire, bicau&s;e he &s;hould &s;u&s;pect nothing, the Ra&s;call; Come; wee'll goe &s;ee how forward our Iourneyman is toward the vntru&s;&s;ing of him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe you heare, Captaine? I'le write nothing in it but <HI>Innocence:</HI> becau&s;e I may &s;weare I am <HI>Innocent.</HI>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, why pur&s;ue you not the Emperour for your re|ward, now; <HI>Lupus?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mecoenas.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay, <HI>A&s;inius;</HI> you, and your Stager, and your band of <HI>Lictors:</HI></L>
<L>I hope your &s;eruice merits more re&s;pect,</L>
<L>Then thus, without a thankes, to be &s;ent hence?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Histrio.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well, well, iea&s;t on, iea&s;t on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou ba&s;e vnworthy Groome. <HI>(Lupus.)</HI> I 'tis good.</L>
<L>Was this the Trea&s;on? this, the dangerous plot,</L>
<L>Thy clamorous tongue &s;o bellowed through the Court?</L>
<L>Had&s;t thou no other Proiect to encrea&s;e</L>
<L>Thy Grace with <HI>Cae&s;ar,</HI> but this Woolui&s;h traine;</L>
<L>To pray vpon the life of innocent Mirth,</L>
<L>And harmele&s;&s;e plea&s;ures, bred, of noble wit?</L>
<L>Away: I loath thy pre&s;ence: Such as thou,</L>
<L>They are the Moathes, and Scarabbes of a State;</L>
<L>The Bane of <HI>Kingdomes;</HI> and the dregges of <HI>Courts:</HI></L>
<L>Who (to endeer them&s;elues to any 'mploiement)</L>
<L>Care not, who&s;e fame they bla&s;t; who&s;e life they endanger:</L>
<L>And vnder a di&s;gui&s;'d, and cobweb Ma&s;que</L>
<PB REF="37">
<L>Of loue, vnto their <HI>Soueraigne,</HI> vomit foorth</L>
<L>Their owne prodigious malice; and pretending</L>
<L>To be the Props, and Columnes of his &s;afety,</L>
<L>The Guardes vnto his Per&s;on, and his Peace,</L>
<L>Di&s;turbe it mo&s;t, with their fal&s;e <HI>Lapwing</HI> cries.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good. <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> &s;hall know of this; beleeue it.
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mecoenas.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> doth know it (Wolfe) and to his know|ledge,</L>
<L>He will (I hope) reward your ba&s;e Endeuours.</L>
<L>"Princes that will but heare, or giue acce&s;&s;e</L>
<L>"To &s;uch officious Spies, can nere be &s;afe:</L>
<L>"They take in poy&s;on, with an open Eare,</L>
<L>"And free from <HI>Danger,</HI> become &s;laues to <HI>Feare.</HI>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE></L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="8" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>SCENA OCTAVA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Ouid.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<L>Bani&s;ht the Court? Let me be bani&s;ht life;</L>
<L>Since the chiefe end of Life is there concluded:</L>
<L>Within the Court, is all the Kingdome bounded;</L>
<L>And as her &s;acred Spheare doth comprehend</L>
<L>Ten thou&s;and times &s;o much, as &s;o much Place</L>
<L>In any part of all the Empire el&s;e;</L>
<L>So euery Body, moouing in her Spheare,</L>
<L>Containes ten thou&s;and times a&s;much in him,</L>
<L>As any other, her choice Orbe excludes.</L>
<L>As in a circle, a <HI>Magitian,</HI> then</L>
<L>Is &s;afe, again&s;t the Spirit, he excites;</L>
<L>But out of it, is &s;ubiect to his rage,</L>
<L>And loo&s;eth all the vertue of his Art:</L>
<L>So I, exil'd the circle of the Court,</L>
<L>Loo&s;e all the good gifts, that in it I ioy'd.</L>
<L>"No Vertue currant is, but with her &s;tamp:</L>
<L>"Nor no Vice vitious, blaunch't with her white hand.</L>
<L>The Court's the Ab&s;tract of all <HI>Romes</HI> de&s;ert;</L>
<L>And my deare <HI>Inlia,</HI> the Ab&s;tract of the Court.</L>
<PB REF="37">
<L>Mee thinkes, now I come neare her, I re&s;pire</L>
<L>Some aire, of that late comfort, I receau'd:</L>
<L>And while the Euening, with her mode&s;t vaile,</L>
<L>Giues leaue to &s;uch poore Shadowes as my &s;elfe,</L>
<L>To &s;teale abroad; I, like a hart-le&s;&s;e Gho&s;t,</L>
<L>Without the liuing Bodie of my Loue,</L>
<L>Will here walke, and attend her: For I knowe,</L>
<L>Not farre from hence, &s;he is impri&s;oned,</L>
<L>And hopes, of her &s;trict Guardian, to bribe</L>
<L>So much admittance, as to &s;peake to mee,</L>
<L>And cheere my fainting &s;pirits, with her breath.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="9" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>SCENA NONA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Iulia, Ouid.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Ouid?</HI> my Loue?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here, heauenly <HI>Iulia.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here? and not here? O, how that worde doth play</L>
<L>VVith both our Fortunes, differing, like our &s;elues,</L>
<L>Both one; and yet diuided, as oppo&s;'d?</L>
<L>I High, thou Lowe: &ocirc;, this our plight of Place</L>
<L>Doubly pre&s;ents the two lets of our Loue,</L>
<L><HI>Locall</HI> and <HI>ceremoniall</HI> Height, and Lowne&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>Both waies, I am too high; and thou, too lowe.</L>
<L>Our Mindes are euen, yet: &ocirc;, why &s;hould our Bodies,</L>
<L>That are their &s;laues, be &s;o without their rule?</L>
<L>I'le ca&s;t my &s;elfe downe to thee; If I die,</L>
<L>I'le euer liue with thee: no height of <HI>Birth,</HI></L>
<L>Of <HI>Place,</HI> of <HI>Dutie,</HI> or of cruell <HI>Power,</HI></L>
<L>Shall keepe mee from thee; &s;hould my Father locke</L>
<L>This bodie vp within a Tombe of Bra&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Yet I'le be with thee: If the Formes, I holde</L>
<L>Now in my Soule, be made one &s;ub&s;tance with it;</L>
<PB REF="38" MS="y">
<L>That Soule immortall; and the &s;ame 'tis now:</L>
<L>Death cannot raze th'affectes, &s;he now retaineth:</L>
<L>And then, may &s;hee be any where &s;he will.</L>
<L>The &s;oules of Parents rule not Childrens &s;oules,</L>
<L>VVhen Death &s;ets both in their di&s;&s;olu'd e&s;tates:</L>
<L>Then is no Childe, nor Father: then Eternitie</L>
<L>Frees all, from any temporall re&s;pect.</L>
<L>I come, my <HI>Ouid;</HI> take me in thine armes:</L>
<L>And let me breath my &s;oule into thy brea&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<L>O, &s;tay my Loue: the hopes thou do'&s;t conceiue</L>
<L>Of thy quicke Death, and of thy future Life,</L>
<L>Are not <HI>autenticall.</HI> Thou choo&s;e&s;t Death,</L>
<L>So thou might'&s;t ioy thy Loue, in th'other Life.</L>
<L>But knowe (my princely Loue) when thou art dead,</L>
<L>Thou onely mu&s;t &s;uruiue in perfect &s;oule;</L>
<L>And in the &s;oule, are no Affections:</L>
<L>We poure out our Affections with our Bloode;</L>
<L>And with our Bloods affections; fade our Loues.</L>
<L>"No life hath Loue in &s;uch &s;weete &s;tate, as this;</L>
<L>"No <HI>E&s;&s;ence</HI> is &s;o deare to moodie <HI>Sen&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>"As Fle&s;h, and Bloode; who&s;e <HI>Quinte&s;&s;ence</HI> is <HI>Sen&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>"Beautie, compo&s;d of Blood, and Fle&s;h, moues more,</L>
<L>"And is more plau&s;ible to Blood, and Fle&s;h:</L>
<L>"Then Spirituall Beautie can be to the <HI>Spirit.</HI></L>
<L>Such Apprehen&s;ion, as wee haue in Dreames</L>
<L>(VVhen Sleepe, the bond of <HI>Sen&s;es,</HI> locks them vp)</L>
<L>Such &s;hall we haue, when Death de&s;troyes them quite.</L>
<L>If Loue be then thy Obiect, change not life,</L>
<L>Liue high, and happie &s;till: I &s;till belowe,</L>
<L>Clo&s;e with my Fortunes, in thy height, &s;hall ioy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ay me, that <HI>Vertue,</HI> who&s;e braue Eagles winges</L>
<L>VVith euery &s;troake, blowe Starres, in burning Heauen;</L>
<L>Should like a Swallowe (praying toward &s;tormes)</L>
<L>Fly clo&s;e to earth: and with an eager plume</L>
<L>Pur&s;ue tho&s;e Obiectes, which none els can &s;ee,</L>
<PB REF="38">
<L>But &s;eeme to all the world, the emptie Aire.</L>
<L>Thus thou (poore <HI>Ouid</HI>) and all vertuous men</L>
<L>Mu&s;t pray like Swallowes, on inui&s;ible foode;</L>
<L>Pur&s;uing Flies, or nothing: and thus Loue,</L>
<L>And euery worldly Fancie, is tran&s;po&s;'d,</L>
<L>By worldly Tyranny, to what plight it li&s;t.</L>
<L>O, Father; &s;ince thou gau'&s;t me not my Minde,</L>
<L>Striue not to rule it: Take, but what thou gau'&s;t</L>
<L>To thy di&s;po&s;ure, thy Affections</L>
<L>Rule not in me; I mu&s;t beare all my griefes,</L>
<L>Let me v&s;e all my plea&s;ures: "Vertuous Loue</L>
<L>Was neuer &s;candall to a <HI>Godde&s;&s;e</HI> &s;tate.</L>
<L>But hee's inflexible; and, my deare Loue,</L>
<L>Thy life may chance be &s;hortned, by the length</L>
<L>Of my vnwilling &s;peaches to depart.</L>
<L>Farewell, &s;weete Life: though thou be yet exil'd,</L>
<L>Th'officious Court, enioy mee amply &s;till:</L>
<L>My Soule, in this my breath, enters thine Eares,</L>
<L>And on this Turrets, Floore, will I lye deade,</L>
<L>Till wee may meete againe; in this proud Height,</L>
<L>I kneele beneath thee in my pro&s;trate Loue,</L>
<L>And ki&s;&s;e the happie &s;ands, that ki&s;&s;e thy feete.</L>
<L>"Great <HI>Ioue</HI> &s;ubmits a Scepter, to a Cell;</L>
<L>"And Louers, ere they part, will meete in Hell.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<L>Farewell all companie; and if I could</L>
<L>All light with thee: Helles &s;hade &s;hould hide my browes,</L>
<L>Till thy deare Beauties beames redeem'd my vowes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Ouid;</HI> my Loue: alas, may we not &s;tay</L>
<L>A little longer (think'&s;t thou) vnde&s;cern'd?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<L>For thine owne good, faire <HI>Godde&s;&s;e,</HI> doe not &s;tay:</L>
<L>VVho would ingage a Firmament of fires</L>
<L>Shining in thee, for me, a falling Starre?</L>
<L>Be gon, &s;weete Life-bloode: if I &s;hould de&s;cerne</L>
<L>Thy &s;elfe but toucht, for my &s;ake, I &s;hould die.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<L>I will be gone then; and not Heauen it &s;elfe,</L>
<PB REF="39">
<L>Shall drawe me backe.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet <HI>Iulia,</HI> if thou wilt,</L>
<L>A little longer &s;tay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am content.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<L>O mightie <HI>Ouid!</HI> what the &s;way of Heauen</L>
<L>Could not retire, my breath hath turned back.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who &s;hall goe fir&s;t, my Loue? my pa&s;&s;ionate Eyes</L>
<L>VVill not endure to &s;ee thee turne from mee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<L>If thou goe fir&s;t, my &s;oule will follow thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iul.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then wee mu&s;t &s;tay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ouid.</SPEAKER>
<L>Aye me; there is no &s;tay</L>
<L>In amorous plea&s;ures: if both &s;tay, both die.</L>
<L>I heare thy father; hence my <HI>Deitie.</HI>
<STAGE>Exit Iulia.</STAGE></L>
<L>Feare forgeth &s;oundes in my deluded eares;</L>
<L>I did not heare him: I am mad with Loue.</L>
<L>There is no Spirit, vnder heauen, that workes</L>
<L>VVith &s;uch illu&s;ion; yet &s;uch witchcraft kill mee,</L>
<L>Ere a &s;ound minde, without it, &s;aue my life.</L>
<L>Here, on my knees, I wor&s;hippe the ble&s;t Place</L>
<L>That held my <HI>Godde&s;&s;e;</HI> and the louing Aire,</L>
<L>That clo&s;'d her bodie in his &s;ilken armes:</L>
<L>Vaine <HI>Ouid;</HI> kneele not to the Place, nor Ayre;</L>
<L>Shee's in thy hart: Ri&s;e then, and wor&s;hippe there.</L>
<L>"The true&s;t wi&s;dome &s;illie men can haue,</L>
<L>"Is dotage, on the follies of their fle&s;h.
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE></L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<TRAILER>Finis Actus Quarti.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACTVS QVINTVS.</HEAD>
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>SCENA PRIMA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Ce&s;ar, Mecoenas, Pallus, Tibullus, Horace, Equites Ro.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ce&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVE, that haue co~quer'd &s;til, to &s;aue the co~quer'd,</L>
<L>And lou'd to make inflictions feard, not felt;</L>
<L>Grieu'd to reprooue, and ioyfull to reward,</L>
<PB REF="39">
<L>More proud of Reconcilement, then Reuenge,</L>
<L>Re&s;ume into the late &s;tate of our Loue,</L>
<L>VVorthy <HI>Cornelius Gallus,</HI> and <HI>Tibullus:</HI></L>
<L>You both are Knightes; and you, <HI>Cornelius,</HI></L>
<L>A Souldier of Renowne; and the fir&s;t <HI>Prouo&s;t,</HI></L>
<L>That euer let our <HI>Romane Eagles</HI> fly</L>
<L>On &s;warthy <HI>Egypt,</HI> quarried with her &s;poyles.</L>
<L>Yet (not to beare colde Formes, nor mens out-termes,</L>
<L>Without the inward fires, and Liues of men)</L>
<L>You both haue Vertues, &s;hining through your Shapes;</L>
<L>To &s;hewe, your <HI>Titles</HI> are not writ on Po&s;tes,</L>
<L>Or hollow Statues, which the be&s;t men are,</L>
<L>Without <HI>Promethean</HI> &s;tuffings reacht from Heauen.</L>
<L>Sweete <HI>Po&euml;&s;ies</HI> &s;acred Gyrlands crowne your Knighthoodes:</L>
<L>VVhich is, of all the Faculties on Earth,</L>
<L>The mo&s;t ab&s;tract, and perfect; if &s;hee be</L>
<L>True borne, and nur&s;t with all the Sciences;</L>
<L>She can &s;o mould <HI>Rome,</HI> and her <HI>Monuments,</HI></L>
<L>Within the liquid Marble of her Lines,</L>
<L>That they &s;hall &s;tand fre&s;h, and miraculous,</L>
<L>Euen, when they mixe with innouating du&s;t:</L>
<L>In her &s;weete &s;treames &s;hall our braue <HI>Romane</HI> &s;pirits</L>
<L>Chace, and &s;wimme after Death, with their choy&s;e deedes</L>
<L>Shining on their white &s;houlders; and therein</L>
<L>Shall <HI>Tyber,</HI> and our famous Riuers fall</L>
<L>With &s;uch attraction, that th'ambitious Line</L>
<L>Of the round World &s;hall to her Center &s;hrinke,</L>
<L>To heare their Mu&s;icke: And for the&s;e high Parts,</L>
<L><HI>Ce&s;ar</HI> &s;hall reuerence the <HI>Pierian</HI> Artes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mecoe.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Maie&s;ties high Grace to <HI>Po&euml;&s;ie,</HI></L>
<L>Shall &s;tand 'gain&s;t all the dull detractions</L>
<L>Of leaden Soules; who (for the vaine a&s;&s;umings</L>
<L>Of &s;ome, quite worthle&s;&s;e of her &s;oueraigne wreaths)</L>
<L>Conteine her worthie&s;t <HI>Prophets</HI> in contempt.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<L>Happie is <HI>Rome</HI> of all Earths other States,</L>
<PB REF="40">
<L>To haue &s;o true, and great a pre&s;ident,</L>
<L>For her inferiour &s;pirits to imitate,</L>
<L>As <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> is; who addeth to the Sunne,</L>
<L>Influence, and lu&s;tre; in encrea&s;ing thus</L>
<L>His in&s;pirations, kindling fire in vs.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Phoebus</HI> him&s;elfe &s;hall kneele at <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> Shrine,</L>
<L>And deck it with <HI>Bay</HI> Gyrlands deaw'd with VVine,</L>
<L>To quite the wor&s;hip <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> does to him:</L>
<L>Where other Princes, hoy&s;ted to their thrones</L>
<L>By Fortunes pa&s;&s;ionate and di&s;ordered power,</L>
<L>Sit in their height, like Clouds, before the Sunne,</L>
<L>Hindring his comforts; and (by their exce&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Of cold in Vertue, and cro&s;&s;e heate in Vice)</L>
<L>Thunder and tempe&s;t, on tho&s;e learned heads,</L>
<L>VVhom <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> with &s;uch Honour doth aduance.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibul.</SPEAKER>
<L>All humane bu&s;ine&s;&s;e, Fortune doth command</L>
<L>Without all order; and with her blinde hand,</L>
<L>Shee, blinde, be&s;towes blinde gifts; that &s;till haue nur&s;t</L>
<L>They &s;ee not who, nor how, but &s;till, the wor&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Cae&s;ar,</HI> for his Rule, and for &s;o much &s;tuffe</L>
<L>As Fortune puts in his hand, &s;hall di&s;po&s;e it</L>
<L>(As if his Hand had eyes, and &s;oule, in it)</L>
<L>VVith worth and iudgement. "Hands, that part with gifts,</L>
<L>"Or will re&s;traine their v&s;e, without de&s;ert;</L>
<L>"Or with a mi&s;ery, numm'd to Vertues right,</L>
<L>"Worke, as they had no Soule to gouerne them,</L>
<L>"And quite reiect her; &s;euering their E&s;tates</L>
<L>"From humane order. VVho&s;oeuer can,</L>
<L>"And will not cheri&s;h Vertue, is no man.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eques.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Virgill</HI> is now at hand, imperiall <HI>Cae&s;ar.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Romes</HI> Honour is at hand then. Fetch a chaire,</L>
<L>And &s;et it on our right hand; where 'tis fit,</L>
<L><HI>Romes</HI> Honour, and our owne, &s;hould euer &s;it.</L>
<L>Now he is come out of <HI>Campania,</HI></L>
<L>I doubt not he hath fini&s;ht all his <HI>AEneids,</HI></L>
<PB REF="40">
<L>Which, like another Soule, I long t'enioy.</L>
<L>VVhat thinke you three, of <HI>Virgill,</HI> Gentlemen,</L>
<L>(That are of his profe&s;&s;ion, though rankt higher)</L>
<L>Or <HI>Horace,</HI> what &s;ai&s;t thou, that art the poore&s;t,</L>
<L>And likelie&s;t to enuye, or to detract?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> &s;peakes after common men, in this,</L>
<L>To make a difference of me, for my poorene&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>As if the filth of Pouertie &s;unke as deepe</L>
<L>Into a knowing &s;pirit, as the Bane</L>
<L>Of riches doth, into an ignorant &s;oule.</L>
<L>No <HI>Cae&s;ar;</HI> they be path-le&s;&s;e, moori&s;h minds,</L>
<L>That being once made rotten with the dung</L>
<L>Of damned Riches, euer after &s;inke</L>
<L>Beneath the &s;teppes of any Villany.</L>
<L>But Knowledge is the <HI>Nectar,</HI> that keepes &s;weete</L>
<L>A perfect Soule euen in this Graue of &s;inne;</L>
<L>And for my Soule, it is as free, as <HI>Cae&s;ars:</HI></L>
<L>For, what I knowe is due, I'le giue to all.</L>
<L>"He that detracts, or enuies vertuous Merit,</L>
<L>"Is &s;till the couetous, and the ignorant &s;pirit.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thanks <HI>Horace,</HI> for thy free, and hol&s;ome &s;harpne&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>Which plea&s;eth <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> more, then &s;eruile fawnes.</L>
<L>"A flatterd Prince &s;oone turnes the Prince of Fooles.</L>
<L>And for thy &s;ake, wee'll put no difference more</L>
<L>'Twixt Knights, and Knightly &s;pirits, for being poore.</L>
<L>Say then, lou'd <HI>Horace,</HI> thy true thought of <HI>Virgill.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I iudge him of a rectified &s;pirit,</L>
<L>By many reuolutions of di&s;cour&s;e</L>
<L>(In his bright rea&s;ons influence) refin'd</L>
<L>From all the tartarous Moodes of common Men;</L>
<L>Bearing the Nature, and &s;imilitude</L>
<L>Of a right heauenly Bodie; mo&s;t &s;euere</L>
<L>In fa&s;hion, and collection of him&s;elfe;</L>
<L>And then as cleare, and confident, as <HI>Ioue.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gal.</SPEAKER>
<L>And yet &s;o cha&s;t, and tender is his Eare,</L>
<PB REF="41">
<L>In &s;uffering in any Syllable to pa&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>That, he thinkes, may become the honour'd name</L>
<L>Of I&s;&s;ue to his &s;o examin'd &s;elfe;</L>
<L>That all the la&s;ting fruites of his full merit</L>
<L>In his owne <HI>Poemes,</HI> he doth &s;till di&s;ta&s;te:</L>
<L>As if his mindes Peece, which he &s;troue to paint,</L>
<L>Could not with fle&s;hly Pen&s;ils haue her right.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibul.</SPEAKER>
<L>But, to approue his workes of Soueraigne worth,</L>
<L>This Ob&s;eruation (me thinkes) more then &s;erues:</L>
<L>And is not vulgar. That, which hee hath writ,</L>
<L>Is with &s;uch iudgement, labour'd, and di&s;till'd</L>
<L>Through all the needefull v&s;es of our liues,</L>
<L>That could a man remember but his Lines,</L>
<L>He &s;hould not touch at any &s;erious point,</L>
<L>But he might breath his &s;pirit out of him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>You meane, he might repeat part of his workes,</L>
<L>As fit for any conference, he can v&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tib.</SPEAKER>
<L>Trew, Royall <HI>Cae&s;ar.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis worthily ob&s;eru'd:</L>
<L>And a mo&s;t worthie vertue in his workes.</L>
<L>VVhat thinks, Materiall <HI>Horace,</HI> of his learning?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>His Learning labours not the Schoole-like <HI>Glo&s;&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>That mo&s;t con&s;i&s;ts in <HI>Ecchoing</HI> VVordes, and <HI>Termes,</HI></L>
<L>And &s;oone&s;t wins a man an Empty name;</L>
<L>Nor any long, or far-fetcht Circum&s;tance,</L>
<L>VVrapt in the curious General'ties of <HI>Artes:</HI></L>
<L>But a direct, and <HI>Analyticke</HI> Summe</L>
<L>Of all the worth and fir&s;t effectes of <HI>Artes.</HI></L>
<L>And for his <HI>Po&euml;&s;ie,</HI> 'tis &s;o ramm'd with Life,</L>
<L>That it &s;hall gather &s;trength of Life, with being;</L>
<L>And liue hereafter, more admir'd, then now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>This one con&s;ent, in all your doomes of him,</L>
<L>And mutuall Loues of all your &s;euerall merits,</L>
<L>Argues a truth of merit in you all.</L>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<PB REF="41">
<HEAD>SCENA SECVNDA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Cae&s;ar, Virgill, Mecoenas, Gallus, Tibullus, Horace, Equites Ro.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>See, here comes <HI>Virgill;</HI> we will ri&s;e and greet him:</L>
<L>Welcome to <HI>Cae&s;ar, Virgill. Cae&s;ar,</HI> and <HI>Virgill</HI></L>
<L>Shall differ but in &s;ound; to <HI>Cae&s;ar, Virgill</HI></L>
<L>(Of his expre&s;&s;ed Greatne&s;&s;e) &s;hall be made</L>
<L>A &s;econd Sir-name; and to <HI>Virgill, Cae&s;ar.</HI></L>
<L>Where are thy Famous <HI>Aeneids?</HI> doe vs grace</L>
<L>To let vs &s;ee, and &s;urfet on their &s;ight.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virgill.</SPEAKER>
<L>Worthle&s;&s;e they are of <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> gracious Eyes,</L>
<L>If they were perfect; much more, with their wants;</L>
<L>Which yet are more, then my Time could &s;upply:</L>
<L>And, could great <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> expectation</L>
<L>Be &s;atisfied with any other &s;eruice,</L>
<L>I would not &s;hew them.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Virgill</HI> is too mode&s;t;</L>
<L>Or &s;eekes, in vaine, to make our longings more.</L>
<L>Shew them, &s;weete <HI>Virgill.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virgill.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then, in &s;uch due feare,</L>
<L>As fits Pre&s;enters of great works, to <HI>Cae&s;ar,</HI></L>
<L>I humbly &s;hew them:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let vs now behold</L>
<L>A humane Soule made vi&s;ible in life;</L>
<L>And more refulgent in a &s;en&s;ele&s;&s;e paper,</L>
<L>Then in the &s;en&s;uall Complement of Kings.</L>
<L>Read, read, thy &s;elfe, deare <HI>Virgill,</HI> let not me</L>
<L>Prophane one accent, with an vntun'd tongue:</L>
<L>"Be&s;t matter, badly &s;howne, &s;hewes wor&s;e, then bad.</L>
<L>See then, this Chayre, of Purpo&s;e &s;et for thee</L>
<L>To reade thy <HI>Poeme</HI> in: Refu&s;e it not.</L>
<L>"Vertue, without pre&s;umption, place may take</L>
<L>"Aboue be&s;t Kings, whom onely &s;he &s;hould make.</L>
</SP>
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<PB REF="43">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virgill.</SPEAKER>
<L>It will be thought a thing ridiculous</L>
<L>To pre&s;ent Eyes, and to all future times</L>
<L>A gro&s;&s;e vntruth; that any <HI>Poet</HI> (void</L>
<L>Of Birth, or wealth, or Temporall dignity)</L>
<L>Should, with <HI>decorum,</HI> tran&s;cend <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> Chayre.</L>
<L>"Poore <HI>Vertue</HI> rai&s;'d, high birth and wealth &s;et vnder,</L>
<L>"Cro&s;&s;eth Heauens cour&s;es, and makes worldlings wonder.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>The cour&s;e of Heauen, and Fate it &s;elfe, in this</L>
<L>Will <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> cro&s;&s;e; much more all worldly Cu&s;tome.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>"Cu&s;tome, in cour&s;e of Honour, euer erres:</L>
<L>"And they are be&s;t, whom Fortune lea&s;t preferres.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Horace</HI> hath (but more &s;trictly) &s;poke our thoughts.</L>
<L>The va&s;t rude &s;winge of generall Confluence</L>
<L>Is, in particular ends, exempt from &s;en&s;e:</L>
<L>And therefore Rea&s;on (which in right &s;hould be</L>
<L>The &s;peciall Rector of all <HI>Harmony</HI>)</L>
<L>Shall &s;hew we are a man, di&s;tinct by it,</L>
<L>From tho&s;e that Cu&s;tome rapteth in her prea&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>A&s;cend then <HI>Virgill:</HI> and where fir&s;t by Chaunce</L>
<L>We here haue turnd thy Booke, doe thou fir&s;t read.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virgill.</SPEAKER>
<L>Great <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> hath his will: I will a&s;cend.</L>
<L>'Twere &s;imple iniury to his free hand,</L>
<L>That &s;weeps the Cobwebs, from vnu&s;ed Vertue,</L>
<L>And makes her &s;hine proportiond, to her worth,</L>
<L>To be more nice to entertaine his Grace;</L>
<L>Then he is choy&s;e, and liberall to afford it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Gentlemen of our Chamber, guard the Doores,</L>
<L>And let none enter. Peace. Beginne, good <HI>Virgill.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virgill.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Meane while,</HI>
<NOTE PLACE="marg">Vir. lib. 4. Aeneid.</NOTE> <HI>the Skies gan thunder; and in tayle</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of that, fell powring &s;tormes of &s;leete, and hayle:</HI></L>
<L><HI>The</HI> Tyrian <HI>Lords, and</HI> Troian <HI>youth, each where</HI></L>
<L><HI>With</HI> Venus Dardane
<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Iulus.</NOTE> <HI>Nephew, now, in feare</HI></L>
<L><HI>Seeke out for &s;euerall &s;helter through the Plaine;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Whil'&s;t Flouds come rowling from the Hills amaine.</HI></L>
<L>Dido <HI>a Caue, The</HI> Troian
<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Aeneas.</NOTE> <HI>Prince the &s;ame</HI></L>
<PB REF="43">
<L><HI>Lighted vpon; There,</HI> Earth, <HI>and Heauens great</HI>
<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Iuno.</NOTE> Dame</L>
<L><HI>That hath the charge of Mariage, fir&s;t gaue &s;igne</HI></L>
<L><HI>Vnto this Contract; Fier, and Ayre did &s;hine,</HI></L>
<L><HI>As guilty of the Match; and from the Hill,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The</HI> Nymphes, <HI>with&s;hriekings, doe the Region fill.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Here first began their Bane; This Day was ground</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of all their Ills: For now, nor Rumours &s;ound,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Nor nice re&s;pect of State mooues</HI> Dido <HI>ought;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Her Loue, no longer now, by &s;tealth is &s;ought:</HI></L>
<L><HI>She calls this Wedlocke, and with that faire Name</HI></L>
<L><HI>Couers her fault. Forthwith the Bruit, and Fame,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Through all the greatest.</HI> Lybian <HI>Tawnes, is gone;</HI></L>
<L>Fame, <HI>a fleete Euill, then which is &s;wifter none:</HI></L>
<L><HI>That moouing growes, and flying gathers &s;trength;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Little at first, and fearefull; but at length.</HI></L>
<L><HI>She dares attempt the Skies, and &s;talking proud</HI></L>
<L><HI>With feete on Ground, her Head doth pearce a Cloud.</HI></L>
<L><HI>This Child, our Parent</HI> Earth, <HI>&s;tird vp with &s;pight</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of all the</HI> Gods, <HI>brought foorth; and, as &s;ome wright,</HI></L>
<L><HI>She was last &s;ister of that</HI> Giant
<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Coens. Enclea|dus, &amp;c.</NOTE> <HI>Race</HI></L>
<L><HI>That thought to &s;cale</HI> Ioues <HI>Court; right &s;wift of Pa&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;wifter, far, of Wing. A Mon&s;ter vast,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And dreadfull: Looke, how many Plumes are plac't</HI></L>
<L><HI>On her huge Corps, &s;o many waking</HI> Eyes</L>
<L><HI>Sticke vnderneath: and (which may &s;tranger ri&s;e</HI></L>
<L><HI>In the Report) as many</HI> Tongues <HI>&s;he beares,</HI></L>
<L><HI>As many</HI> Mouthes, <HI>as many listning</HI> Eares.</L>
<L><HI>Nightly, in midst of all the Heauen, &s;he flies,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And through the Earths darke &s;hadow, &s;hrieking, cries;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Nor doe her Eyes once bend, to tast &s;weete &s;leepe:</HI></L>
<L><HI>By Day, on tops of Hou&s;es, &s;he doth keepe,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or on high Towers; and doth thence affright</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cities, and Townes of most con&s;picuous &s;ite;</HI></L>
<L><HI>As couetous &s;he is of Tales, and Lies,</HI></L>
<L><HI>As prodigall of Truth: This Mon&s;ter, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</SP>
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<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<PB REF="45">
<HEAD>SCENA TERTIA.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Lupus, Tucca, Cri&s;pinus, Demetrius, Histrio, Lictors, Cae&s;ar, Virgill, Mecoenas, Gallus, Tibullus, Horace, Equites Ro.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Come, follow me, a&s;&s;i&s;t me, &s;econd me: where's the Emperour?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>Eques</HI> 1.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, you mu&s;t pardon vs.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>Eques</HI> 2.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> is priuate now, you may not enter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not Enter? Charge 'hem, vpon their Allegeance, Crop&s;hin.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>Eques</HI> 1.</SPEAKER>
<P>We haue a charge to the contrary, Sir.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<L>I pronounce you all Traytors, horrible Traytors:</L>
<L>What? Doe you know my Affaires?</L>
<L>I haue Matter of danger, and &s;tate, to impart to <HI>Cae&s;ar.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>What, noy&s;e is there? who's that, names <HI>Cae&s;ar?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Friend to <HI>Cae&s;ar.</HI> One that for <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> good would &s;peake with <HI>Cae&s;ar.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who is't? looke, <HI>Cornelius.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER><HI>Eques</HI> 1.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>A&s;inius Lupus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>O, bid the turbulent Informer hence;</L>
<L>We haue no vacant Eare, now, to receiue</L>
<L>The vn&s;ea&s;ond fruits of his officious tongue.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mecoenas.</SPEAKER>
<P>You mu&s;t auoid him there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P>I coniure thee; as thou art <HI>Cae&s;ar,</HI> or re&s;pect'&s;t thine owne &s;afety; or the &s;afety of the &s;tate, <HI>Cae&s;ar:</HI> Heare me, &s;peake with me, <HI>Cae&s;ar:</HI> 'tis no common bu&s;ines, I come about; but &s;uch as, being neglected, may concerne the life of <HI>Cae&s;ar.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>The life of <HI>Cae&s;ar?</HI> Let him Enter. <HI>Virgill,</HI> keepe thy Seate.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Equites.</SPEAKER>
<P>Beare backe there: whether will you? keepe backe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>By thy leaue good man V&s;her: mend thy Periwig, &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="45">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Lay hold on <HI>Horace</HI> there; and on <HI>Mecoenas, Lic|tors. Romanes,</HI> offer no re&s;cue, vpon your Allegeance: Read roy|all <HI>Cae&s;ar;</HI> I'le tickle you, <HI>Satyre.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>He will, <HI>Humors,</HI> he will: He will &s;queeze you, <HI>Poet</HI> Puckfi&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P>I'le Lop you off, for an vnprofitable braunch, you <HI>Sa|tyricall</HI> Varlet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, and <HI>Epaminondas</HI> your Patron, here, with his flag|gon Chayne; Come, re&s;igne: Though 'twere your great Graund-fathers, the Law ha's made it mine now, Sir. Looke to him, my party-colourd Ra&s;calls; Looke to him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>What is this, <HI>A&s;inius Lupus?</HI> I vnder&s;tand it not.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not vnder&s;tand it? A Libell, <HI>Cae&s;ar.</HI> A dangerous, &s;editious Libell. A Libell in <HI>Picture.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Libell?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, I found it in this <HI>Horace</HI> his &s;tudy; in <HI>Mecoenas</HI> his hou&s;e, here; I challenge the penalty of the Lawes again&s;t 'hem.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, and remember to begge their Land betimes; be|fore &s;ome of the&s;e hungry Court-hounds &s;ent it out.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shew it to <HI>Horace:</HI> Aske him, if he know it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Know it? His hand is at it, <HI>Cae&s;ar.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then 'tis no Libell.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is the imperfect Body of an <HI>Embleme, Cae&s;ar,</HI> I began for <HI>Mecoenas.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P>An <HI>Embleme?</HI> right: That's <HI>Greeke</HI> for a Libell. Doe but marke, how Confident he is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>A Iu&s;t man cannot feare, thou fooli&s;h <HI>Tribune;</HI></L>
<L>Not, though the Malice of traducing Tongues,</L>
<L>The open va&s;tne&s;&s;e of a Tyrants Eare,</L>
<L>The &s;en&s;ele&s;&s;e Rigor of the wre&s;ted Lawes,</L>
<L>Or the red Eyes of &s;train'd Authority</L>
<L>Should, in a point, meete all to take his life:</L>
<L>His Innocence is Armour 'gain&s;t all the&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<PB REF="46">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Innocence? &ocirc; Impudence! Let me &s;ee, Let me &s;ee. Is not here an <HI>Eagle?</HI> And is not that <HI>Eagle</HI> meant by <HI>Cae&s;ar?</HI> ha? Do's not <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> giue the <HI>Eagle?</HI> An&s;were me; what &s;ay&s;t thou?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Ha&s;t thou any Eua&s;ion, Stinkard?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now hee's turn'd dumbe. I'le tickle you, <HI>Satyre.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pi&s;h. Ha, ha:</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Do&s;t thou pi&s;h me? Giue me my Long &s;word.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>With reuerence to great <HI>Cae&s;ar,</HI> worthy <HI>Romanes,</HI> Ob&s;erue but this ridiculous Commenter:</P>
<L>The Soule to my <HI>Deui&s;e,</HI> was in this <HI>Di&s;tich.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thus, oft, the ba&s;e and rauenous multitude</HI></L>
<L><HI>Suruiue, to &s;hare the &s;poyles of Fortitude:</HI></L>
<L>Which in this Body, I haue figur'd here;</L>
<L>A <HI>VVLTVRE</HI>&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P>A <HI>Vulture?</HI> I; now, 'tis a <HI>Vulture.</HI> O, abhomina|ble! Mon&s;trous! Mon&s;trous! ha's not your <HI>Vulture</HI> a Beake? ha's it not Legges? and Tallons? and Wings? and Fethers?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Touch him, old <HI>Buskins.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>And therefore mu&s;t it be an <HI>Eagle?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mecoenas.</SPEAKER>
<P>Re&s;pect him not, good <HI>Horace:</HI> Say your <HI>Deui&s;e.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>A <HI>VVLTVRE</HI> and a <HI>WOLFE</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P>A <HI>Wolfe?</HI> Good. That's I; I am the <HI>Wolfe:</HI> My name's <HI>Lupus;</HI> I am meant by the <HI>Wolfe.</HI> On, on; A <HI>Vulture,</HI> and a <HI>Wolfe</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Praying vpon the Carca&s;&s;e of an <HI>ASSE</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P>An <HI>A&s;&s;e?</HI> Good &s;till: That's I, too. I am the <HI>A&s;&s;e.</HI> You meane me by the <HI>A&s;&s;e.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mecoenas.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Pray thee, leaue braying then.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>If you will needs take it, I cannot with Mode&s;tie giue it from you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mecoenas.</SPEAKER>
<L>But, by that Bea&s;t, the old <HI>Aegyptians</HI></L>
<L>Were wont to Figure in their <HI>Hieroglyphicks,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Patience, Frugality,</HI> and <HI>Fortitude;</HI></L>
<PB REF="46">
<L>For none of which, we can &s;u&s;pect you, <HI>Tribune.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who was it, <HI>Lupus,</HI> that inform'd you fir&s;t, This &s;hould be meant by vs? or was't your <HI>Comment?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P>No, <HI>Cae&s;ar:</HI> A Player gaue me the fir&s;t light of it, indeede.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, an hone&s;t Sycophant-like Slaue, and a <HI>Politician,</HI> be&s;ides.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Where is that Player?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>He is without, here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Call him in.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Call in the Player, there; Ma&s;ter <HI>Ae&s;ope,</HI> call him.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Equites.</SPEAKER>
<P>Player? where is the Player? Beare backe; None, but the Player, enter.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes: this Gent'man, and his <HI>Achates</HI> mu&s;t.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Pray you, Ma&s;ter V&s;her; wee'll &s;tand clo&s;e, here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Tis a Gent'man of Qualitie, this; though he be &s;omewhat out of Clothes, I tell yee. Come <HI>Ae&s;ope:</HI> ha&s;t a Bay leafe i'thy mouth? Well &s;aid; be not out, Stinkard. Thou &s;halt haue a <HI>Monopoly</HI> of playing, confirm'd to thee and thy Couey, vnder the Emperours broad Seale, for this &s;eruice.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Is this he?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, <HI>Cae&s;ar:</HI> this is he.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let him be whipt. <HI>Lictors,</HI> Goe, take him hence.</L>
<L>And <HI>Lupus,</HI> for your fierce Credulity,</L>
<L>One fit him with a paire of larger Eares:</L>
<L>'Tis <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> Doome, and mu&s;t not be reuok't.</L>
<L>VVe hate, to haue our <HI>Court,</HI> and Peace di&s;turb'd</L>
<L>VVith the&s;e quotidian Clamours. See it done.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lupus.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Cae&s;ar.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gag him, we may haue his &s;ilence.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virgill.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> hath done like <HI>Cae&s;ar.</HI> Fayre, and Iu&s;t</L>
<L>Is his Award, again&s;t the&s;e brainele&s;&s;e Creatures.</L>
<L>'Tis not the whol&s;ome &s;harpe <HI>Morality,</HI></L>
<L>Or mode&s;t anger of a <HI>Satyricke</HI> Spirit,</L>
<L>That hurts, or wounds the body of a State;</L>
<PB REF="47">
<L>But the &s;ini&s;ter Application</L>
<L>Of the malitious, ignorant, and ba&s;e</L>
<L>Interpreter; who will di&s;tort, and &s;traine</L>
<L>The generall <HI>Scope</HI> and purpo&s;e of an <HI>Author,</HI></L>
<L>To his particular, and priuate &s;pleene.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVe knowe it, our deare <HI>Virgill;</HI> and e&s;teeme it</L>
<L>A mo&s;t di&s;hone&s;t practi&s;e, in that man,</L>
<L>Will &s;eeme too wittie in anothers worke.</L>
<L>What would <HI>Cornelius Gallus,</HI> and <HI>Tibullus?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, but as thou art a man, do'&s;t heare? a man of wor|&s;hippe; and honorable: Hold, here, take thy chaine againe: Re&s;ume, mad <HI>Mecoenas.</HI> What? do'&s;t thou thinke, I meant t'haue kept it, <HI>old Boy?</HI> No; I did it but to fright thee, I: to try how thou would'&s;t take it. What? will I turne Sharke, vpon my Friends? or my friends Friends? I &s;corn it with my three Soules. Come; I loue Bully <HI>Horace,</HI> as well as thou do'&s;t, I: 'tis an ho|ne&s;t <HI>Hieroglyphick.</HI> Giue me thy wri&s;t <HI>Helicon.</HI> Do'&s;t thou thinke, I'le &s;econd ere a <HI>Rhinoceros</HI> of them all, again&s;t thee? ha? or thy noble <HI>Hippocrene,</HI> here? I'le turne Stager fir&s;t, and be whipt too; do'&s;t thou &s;ee, Bully?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>You haue your will of <HI>Cae&s;ar;</HI> v&s;e it <HI>Romanes.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Virgill</HI> &s;hall be your <HI>Praetor;</HI> and our &s;elfe</L>
<L>VVill here fit by, Spectator of your &s;ports;</L>
<L>And thinke it no impeach of Royalty.</L>
<L>Our Eare is now too much prophan'd ((Graue <HI>Maro</HI>)</L>
<L>VVith the&s;e di&s;ta&s;ts, to take thy &s;acred Lines:</L>
<L>Put vp thy Booke, till both the Time and wee</L>
<L>Be fitted with more hallowed circum&s;tance</L>
<L>For the receiuing &s;o diuine a Labour.</L>
<L>Proceede with your de&s;&s;eigne.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mecoe.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Gall. Tib.</HI> Thanks to great <HI>Cae&s;ar.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Tibullus,</HI> drawe you the Inditement then, whil'&s;t <HI>Ho|race</HI> arre&s;ts them, on the Statute of <HI>Calumny: Mecoenas,</HI> and I will take our places here; <HI>Lictors,</HI> a&s;&s;i&s;t him.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="47">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am the wor&s;t Accu&s;er, vnder Heauen.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gallus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tut, you mu&s;t do't: 'Twill be noble Mirth.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>I take no knowledge, that they doe maligne me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, but the world takes knowledge.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>'Would the World knew How hartily I wi&s;h, A Foole &s;hould hate me.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Body of <HI>Iupiter!</HI> What? Will they arraigne my briske <HI>Po&euml;ta&s;ter,</HI> and his poore Iourneyman, ha? Would I were abroad skeldring for Twopence, &s;o I were out of this <HI>Laby|rinth</HI> againe: I doe feele my &s;elfe turne Stinkard already. But I mu&s;t &s;et the be&s;t Face I haue, vpon't now: well &s;aid, my di|uine, deft <HI>Horace;</HI> bring the whor&s;on detracting Slaues to the Barre, doe; Make 'hem hold vp their &s;pread Golls; I'le giue in Euidence for thee, if thou wilt. Take courage <HI>Cri&s;pinus;</HI> Would thy man had a cleane band.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;pinus.</SPEAKER>
<P>What mu&s;t we doe, Captaine?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou &s;halt &s;ee anon: Doe not make Diui&s;ion with thy Legges, &s;o.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's he, <HI>Horace?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>I only know him for a Motion, <HI>Cae&s;ar.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am one of thy Commanders, <HI>Cae&s;ar;</HI> A man of Ser|uice, and Action; My Name is <HI>Pantilius Tucca:</HI> I haue &s;eru'd i'thy Warres again&s;t <HI>Marke Antony;</HI> I.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Doe you know him, <HI>Cornelius?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gallus</SPEAKER>
<P>Hee's one, that hath had the Mu&s;tring, or Conuoy of a Company, now, and then; I neuer noted him by any other Imployment.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>We will ob&s;erue him better.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Lictor,</HI> proclaime Silence, in the Court.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lictor.</SPEAKER>
<P>In the name of <HI>Cae&s;ar, Silence.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Let the Parties, the Accu&s;er, and the Accu&s;ed, pre|&s;ent them &s;elues.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lictor.</SPEAKER>
<P>The Accu&s;er, and the Accu&s;ed; Pre&s;ent your &s;elues in Court.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Demet.</HI> Here.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Reade the Inditement.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="48">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibul.</SPEAKER>
<P>Rufus Laberius Cri&s;pinus, <HI>and</HI> Demetrius Fannius, <HI>hold vp your hands. You are, before this time, toyntly and &s;eueral|ly indited; and here pre&s;ently to be arraigned, vpon the Statute of</HI> Calumny, <HI>or</HI> Lex Remmia (<HI>The one by the name of</HI> Rufus La|berius Cri&s;pinus, <HI>ali&agrave;s</HI> Cri&s;pinas, Poe~ta&s;ter, <HI>and</HI> Plagiary: <HI>the o|ther by the name of</HI> Demetrius Fannius, Play-dre&s;&s;er <HI>&amp;</HI> Plagiary) <HI>That you (not hauing the feare of</HI> Phoebus <HI>or his &s;hafts, before your eyes) contrary to the peace of our liege Lord,</HI> Augu&s;tus Cae|&s;ar, <HI>his Crowne and dignitie, and again&s;t the forme of a Sta|tute in that ca&s;e made, and prouided; haue mo&s;t ignorantly, foo|li&s;hly, and (more like your &s;elues) malitiou&s;ly gone about to de|praue, and calumniate the Per&s;on and writings of</HI> Quintus Ho|ratius Flaccus, <HI>here pre&s;ent,</HI> Poet, <HI>and</HI> Prie&s;t <HI>to the</HI> Mu&s;es: <HI>and to that end haue mutually conspir'd, and plotted, at &s;undry times, as by &s;euerall meanes, and in &s;undry places, for the better accom|pli&s;hing your ba&s;e and Enuious purpo&s;e; taxing him, fal&s;ely, of</HI> Sefe loue, Arrogancy, Impudence, Rayling, filching by Tran&s;|lation, <HI>&amp;c. Of all which</HI> Calumnies, <HI>and euery of them in man|ner and forme afore&s;aid, what an&s;were you? Are you Guiltie, or not Guilty?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Not Guilty, &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Dem.</HI> Not Guilty.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<P>How will you be tryed?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>By the <HI>Romane Gods,</HI> and the noble&s;t <HI>Romanes.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Dem.</HI> By the <HI>Romane Gods,</HI> and the noble&s;t <HI>Romans.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virg.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here fits <HI>Mecoenas,</HI> and <HI>Cornelius Gallus;</HI></L>
<L>Are you contented to be tryed by the&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>I; So the noble Captaine may be ioyn'd with them in Commi&s;&s;ion; &s;ay.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Dem.</HI> I; &s;o the noble Captaine may bee ioyn'd with them in Commi&s;&s;ion.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virgill.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat &s;aies the Plaintife.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am content.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Captaine, then take your Place.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Alas, my wor&s;hipfull <HI>Praetor!</HI> 'tis more of thy Gent'|ne&s;&s;e, then of my de&s;eruing, Iwu&s;&s;e. But, &s;ince it hath plea&s;'d
<PB REF="48">the Court to make choyce of my VVi&s;dome, and Grauitie, Come my <HI>Calumnious</HI> Varlets; Let's heare you talke for your &s;elues now, an howre or two. What can you &s;ay? Make a noy&s;e. Act, Act.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virg.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay; turne, &amp; take an Oath fir&s;t. <HI>You&s;hall &s;weare,</HI></L>
<L><HI>By Thunder-darting</HI> Ioue, <HI>the King of Gods;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And by the</HI> Genius <HI>of</HI> Augu&s;tus Cae&s;ar;</L>
<L><HI>By your owne white, and vncorrupted Soules;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And the deepe reuerence of our</HI> Romane <HI>Iustice;</HI></L>
<L><HI>To iudge this Ca&s;e, with Truth and Equitie:</HI></L>
<L><HI>As bound, by your Religion, and your Lawes.</HI></L>
<L>Now reade the Euidence: But fir&s;t demaund</L>
<L>Of either Pri&s;oner, if that <HI>Writ</HI> be theirs.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tib.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shew this vnto <HI>Cri&s;pinus.</HI> Is it yours?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Say I. what? do&s;t thou &s;tand vpon it, <HI>Pimpe?</HI> Doe not deny thine owne <HI>Minerua;</HI> thy <HI>Pallas;</HI> the I&s;&s;ue of thy Braine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes, it is mine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>Shewe that vnto <HI>Demetrius.</HI> Is it yours?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Demet.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>There's a Father, will not deny his owne Ba&s;tard, now, I warrant thee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Reade them alowd.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibul.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Rampe vp, my</HI> Genius; <HI>be not Retrograde:</HI></L>
<L><HI>But boldly nominate a Spade, a Spade.</HI></L>
<L><HI>VVhat, &s;hall thy Lubricall and glibbery</HI> Mu&s;e</L>
<L><HI>Liue, as &s;he were defunct, like</HI> Punque <HI>in Stewes?</HI></L>
<STAGE>(<HI>Tucca.</HI> Excellent.)</STAGE>
<L><HI>Alas! That, were no moderne Con&s;equence,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To haue</HI> cothurnall <HI>Bu&s;kins frighted hence.</HI></L>
<L><HI>No; teach thy</HI> Incubus <HI>to Poetize,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And throwe abroad thy &s;purious Snotteries,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Vpon that puft-vp Lumpe of Barmy froth,</HI></L>
<STAGE>(<HI>Tucca.</HI> Ah, ha!)</STAGE>
<L><HI>Or Clum&s;y Chil-blain'd Iudgement; that, with Oath,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Magnificates his Merit; and be&s;paules</HI></L>
<PB REF="49">
<L><HI>The con&s;cious Time, with humorous Fome; &amp; brawles,</HI></L>
<L><HI>As if his</HI> Organons <HI>of Sen&s;e would crack</HI></L>
<L><HI>The &s;inewes of my Patience. Breake his Back,</HI></L>
<L><HI>O</HI> Po&euml;ts <HI>all and &s;ome: For now wee li&s;t</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of strenuous Venge-ance to clutch the fi&s;t.</HI></L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Sub&s;cri. Cris: ali&agrave;s, Innocence.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I mary, this was written like a <HI>Hercules</HI> in <HI>Poetry,</HI> now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Excellently well threatned.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virgill.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, and as &s;trangely worded, <HI>Cae&s;ar.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>We ob&s;erue it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virgill.</SPEAKER>
<P>The other, now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>This's a fellow of a good prodigall tongue too; this'll doe well.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Our</HI> Mu&s;e <HI>is in minde for th'vntru&s;&s;ing a</HI> Poet:</L>
<L><HI>I &s;lip by his Name; for mo&s;t men doe know it:</HI></L>
<L><HI>A</HI> Critick, <HI>that al the world be&s;cumbers</HI></L>
<L><HI>With</HI> Satyricall Humors, <HI>and</HI> Lyricall <HI>Numbers:</HI></L>
<STAGE>(<HI>Tucca.</HI> Art thou there, Boy?)</STAGE>
<L><HI>And for the mo&s;t part, him&s;elfe doth aduance</HI></L>
<L><HI>VVith much</HI> &s;elfe-loue, <HI>and more</HI> Arrogance:</L>
<STAGE>(<HI>Tucca.</HI> Good: Againe.)</STAGE>
<L><HI>And (but that I would not be thought a Prater)</HI></L>
<L><HI>I could tell you, he were a Tran&s;later.</HI></L>
<L><HI>I knowe the</HI> Authors <HI>from whence he ha's &s;tole,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And could trace him too, but that I vnder&s;tand 'hem not full and whole.</HI></L>
<STAGE>(<HI>Tucca.</HI> That line is broke loo&s;e from all his fel|lowes; chainehim vp &s;horter, doe.)</STAGE>
<L><HI>The be&s;t note I can giue you to knowe him by,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Is, that he keepes</HI> Gallants <HI>company;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Whome I would wi&s;h, in time &s;hould him feare,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Lea&s;t after they buy Repentance too deare.</HI></L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Sub&s;cri. De. Fannius.</STAGE>
<PB REF="49">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;aid. This carries Palme with it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>And why, thou Motley Gull? why &s;hould they feare?</L>
<L>When ha&s;t thou knowne vs wrong, or taxe a Friend?</L>
<L>I dare thy malice, to betray it. Speake.</L>
<L>Now thou curl&s;t vp, thou poore and na&s;ty Snake;</L>
<L>And &s;hrink&s;t thy poy&s;nous head into thy Bo&s;ome:</L>
<L>Out Viper; thou that eat'&s;t thy Parents, hence.</L>
<L>Rather, &s;uch &s;peckled Creatures, as thy &s;elfe,</L>
<L>Should be e&s;chew'd, and &s;hund: &s;uch, as will bite</L>
<L>And gnaw their ab&s;ent Friends, not cure their Fame;</L>
<L>Catch at the loo&s;e&s;t Laughters, and affect</L>
<L>To be thought Ie&s;ters; &s;uch, as can deui&s;e</L>
<L>Things neuer &s;eene, or heard, t' impayre mens Names,</L>
<L>And gratifie their credulous Aduer&s;aries;</L>
<L>Will carry Tales; doe ba&s;e&s;t offices;</L>
<L>Cheri&s;h diuided Fiers; and increa&s;e</L>
<L>New Flames, out of old Embers; will reueale</L>
<L>Each &s;ecret that's committed to their Tru&s;t:</L>
<L>The&s;e be blacke Slaues; <HI>Romanes,</HI> take heede of the&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou twang&s;t right, little <HI>Horace;</HI> they be indeed:</L>
<L>A couple of Chap-falne Curres. Come, Wee of the Bench,</L>
<L>Let's ri&s;e to the <HI>Vrne,</HI> and condemne 'hem, quickly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virgill.</SPEAKER>
<L>Before you goe together (worthy <HI>Romanes</HI>)</L>
<L>We are to tender our Opinion;</L>
<L>And giue you tho&s;e In&s;tructions, that may adde</L>
<L>Vnto your euen Iudgement in the Cau&s;e;</L>
<L>Which thus we doe Commence: Fir&s;t, you mu&s;t know</L>
<L>That where there is a true, andperfect Merit,</L>
<L>There can be no Deiection; and the Scorne</L>
<L>Of humble Ba&s;ene&s;&s;e, oftentimes, &s;o workes</L>
<L>In a high Soule vpon the gro&s;&s;er Spirit;</L>
<L>That to his bleared, and offended Sen&s;e,</L>
<L>There &s;eemes a hideous Fault blaz'd in the Obiect;</L>
<L>When only the Di&s;ea&s;e is in his Eyes.</L>
<L>Here-hence it comes, our <HI>Horace</HI> now &s;tands taxt</L>
<PB REF="50">
<L>Of <HI>Impudence, Selfe-loue,</HI> and <HI>Arrogance,</HI></L>
<L>By the&s;e, who &s;hare no merit in them&s;elues;</L>
<L>And therefore, thinke his Portion is as &s;mall.</L>
<L>For they, from their owne guilt, a&s;&s;ure their Soules,</L>
<L>If they &s;hould confidently prai&s;e their workes,</L>
<L>In them it would appeare <HI>Inflation;</HI></L>
<L>Which, in a full, and well-dige&s;ted man,</L>
<L>Cannot receiue that foule abu&s;iue name,</L>
<L>But the faire Title of <HI>Erection.</HI></L>
<L>And, for his trewe v&s;e of <HI>tran&s;lating</HI> Men,</L>
<L>It &s;till hath beene a worke of as much Palme</L>
<L>In cleare&s;t Iudgements, as t' <HI>inuent,</HI> or <HI>make.</HI></L>
<L>His <HI>&s;harpne&s;&s;e,</HI> that is mo&s;t excu&s;able;</L>
<L>As being forc't out of a &s;uffering Vertue,</L>
<L>Oppre&s;&s;ed with the Licence of the Time:</L>
<L>And how&s;oeuer Fooles, or Ierking <HI>Pedants,</HI></L>
<L>Players, or &s;uch like <HI>Buffonary</HI> wits,</L>
<L>May with their beggerly, and barren tra&s;h,</L>
<L>Tickle ba&s;e vulgar eares, in their de&s;pight;</L>
<L>This (like <HI>Ioues</HI> Thunder) &s;hall their pride controule.</L>
<L>"<HI>The honest</HI> Satyre <HI>hath the happiest Soule.</HI></L>
<L>Now, <HI>Romanes,</HI> you haue heard our thoughts. Withdrawe, when you plea&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibul.</SPEAKER>
<P>Remoue the Accu&s;ed from the Barre.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Who holdes the <HI>Vrne</HI> to vs? ha? Feare no|thing: I'le quitte you, mine hone&s;t pittifull Stinkards. I'le do't.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>Captaine, you &s;hall eternally girt me to you, as I am Generous.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Goe to.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Tibullus,</HI> let there bee a ca&s;e of Vizardes priuate|ly prouided: wee haue founde a Subiect to be&s;towe them on.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>It &s;hall be done, <HI>Cae&s;ar.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Here be wordes, <HI>Horace,</HI> able to ba&s;tinado a mans
<PB REF="50">Eares.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I. Plea&s;e it great <HI>Cae&s;ar,</HI> I haue Pils about mee</L>
<L>(Mixt with the white&s;t kinde of <HI>Ellebore</HI>)</L>
<L>Would giue him a light vomite; that &s;hould purge</L>
<L>His Braine, and Stomack of tho&s;e tumorous heates:</L>
<L>Might I haue leaue to mini&s;ter vnto him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>O! be as <HI>Ae&s;culapius,</HI> Gentle <HI>Horace;</HI></L>
<L>You &s;hall haue leaue, and he &s;hall be your <HI>Patient.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Virgill,</HI> v&s;e your Authoritie, commaund him forth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virg.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> is carefull of your health, <HI>Crispinus;</HI></L>
<L>And hath him&s;elfe cho&s;e a <HI>Phi&s;tian</HI></L>
<L>To mini&s;ter vnto you: take his Pils.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>They are &s;omewhat bitter, but whol&s;ome;</L>
<L>Take another, yet; &s;o: Stand by, they'll worke anone.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Romanes,</HI> returne to your &s;euerall &s;eates: <HI>Lictors,</HI></L>
<L>Bring forward the <HI>Vrne;</HI> and &s;et the Accu&s;ed at the Barre.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P>Quickly, you VVhor&s;on Egregious Varlettes; Come forwarde. What? &s;hall wee &s;it all day vpon you? you make no more ha&s;te, now, than a Begger vpon Pat|tins: or a <HI>Phi&s;itian</HI> to a <HI>Patient</HI> that ha's no money, you Pil|chers.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>Rufus Laberius Cri&s;pinus, <HI>and</HI> Demetrius Fannius, <HI>holde vp your handes. You haue (according to the</HI> Ro|mane <HI>Cu&s;tome) put your &s;elues vpon Tryall to the</HI> Vrne, <HI>for diuers and &s;undry</HI> Calumnies, <HI>whereof, you haue before this time beene indited, and are now pre&s;ent|ly arraigned: Prepare your &s;elues to harken to the verdict of your</HI> Tryers. Caius Cilnius Mecoenas <HI>pro|nounceth you, by this</HI> hand-writing, <HI>Guiltie.</HI> Corneli.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Gallus, <HI>Guiltie.</HI> Pantilius Tucca&mdash;</L>
<L>us Parcell Guiltie; I.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Demet.</SPEAKER>
<L>He meanes him&s;elfe: for it was he indeede,</L>
<L>Suborn'd vs to the <HI>Calumny.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, you whor&s;on <HI>Cantharides?</HI> was't I?</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="51">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Demet.</SPEAKER>
<P>I appeale to your con&s;cience, Captaine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tib.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then, you confe&s;&s;e it, now.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Demet.</SPEAKER>
<P>I doe, and craue the mercie of the Court.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tib.</SPEAKER>
<P>What &s;aith <HI>Crispinus?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, the Captaine, the Captaine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Phy&s;icke begins to worke with my Patient, I &s;ee.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Captaine; &s;tand forth and an&s;were.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Hold thy peace, <HI>Poet Praetor:</HI> I appeale fro~ thee, to <HI>Cae|&s;ar,</HI> I. Doe me right, Royall <HI>Cae&s;ar.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mary, and I will, Sir. <HI>Lictors,</HI> gag him:</L>
<L>And put a ca&s;e of vizards o're his head,</L>
<L>That he may looke <HI>Bi-fronted,</HI> as he &s;peakes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tuc.</SPEAKER>
<P>Gods, and Fiends. <HI>Cae&s;ar!</HI> thou wilt not <HI>Cae&s;ar?</HI> wilt thou? Away, you whor&s;on Vultures; away. You thinke I am a deade <HI>Corps</HI> now; becau&s;e <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> is di&s;po&s;'d to ie&s;t with a man of Marke, or &s;o. Holde your hook't talons out of my fle&s;h, you inhumane <HI>Gorboduckes.</HI> Goe to, do't. VVhat? will the Royall <HI>Augu&s;tus</HI> ca&s;t away a Gent'man of wor&s;hippe, a Captaine, and a Co~maunder; for a couple of condemn'd Caitiue Calum|nious <HI>Cargo's?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Di&s;patch, <HI>Lictors.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tucca.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Cae&s;ar.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Forward, <HI>Tibullus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Demaund, what cau&s;e they had to maligne <HI>Horace.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Demet.</SPEAKER>
<P>In troth, no great cau&s;e, not I; I mu&s;t confe&s;&s;e: but that he kept better companie (for the mo&s;t part) then I: and that better Men lou'd him, then lou'd me: and that his writings thriu'd better then mine, and were better lik't &amp; grac't: No|thing el&s;e.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virg.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thus, enuious Soules repine at others good.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<L>If this be all; faith, I forgiue thee freely.</L>
<L>Enuie me &s;till; &s;o long as <HI>Virgill</HI> loues me,</L>
<L><HI>Gallus, Tibullus,</HI> and the be&s;t-be&s;t <HI>Cae&s;ar,</HI></L>
<L>My deare <HI>Mecoenas;</HI> while the&s;e, with many more</L>
<PB REF="51">
<L>(VVho&s;e names I wi&s;ely &s;lip) &s;hall think me worthy</L>
<L>Their honour'd and ador'd Society,</L>
<L>And read, and loue, prooue, and applaud my <HI>Poemes;</HI></L>
<L>I would not wi&s;h but &s;uch as you &s;hould &s;pight them.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>O.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tib.</SPEAKER>
<P>How now, <HI>Cri&s;pinus?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, I am &s;icke.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>A Ba&s;on, a Ba&s;on, quickly; our Phy&s;icke works. Faint not, man.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>O&mdash;<HI>Retrograde&mdash;Reciprocall&mdash;Incubus.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's that, <HI>Horace?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Retrograde, Reciprocall,</HI> and <HI>Incubus</HI> are come vp.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thanks be to <HI>Iupiter.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>O&mdash;<HI>Glibbery&mdash;Lubricall&mdash;Defunct</HI>&mdash;O&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVell &s;aid: here's &s;ome &s;tore.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virg.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat are they?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Glibbery, Lubricall,</HI> and <HI>Defunct.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, they came vp ea&s;ie.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>O&mdash;O&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVhat's that?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nothing, yet.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Magnificate.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mecoe.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Magnificate?</HI> that came vp &s;omewhat hard.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>I. VVhat cheare, <HI>Crispinus?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, I &s;hall ca&s;t vp my&mdash;<HI>Spurious&mdash;Snotteries</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good. Againe.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Chilblaind</HI>&mdash;O&mdash;O&mdash;<HI>Clum&s;ie</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P>That <HI>Clum&s;ie</HI> &s;tucke terribly.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mecoe.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's all that, <HI>Horace?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Spurious, Snotteries, Chilblain'd, Clum&s;ie.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibull.</SPEAKER>
<P>O <HI>Iupiter!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gall.</SPEAKER>
<P>VVho would haue thought, there &s;hould ha' been &s;uch a deale of filth in a <HI>Poet?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>O&mdash;<HI>Barmy Froth!</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's that?</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="52">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crisp.</SPEAKER>
<P>&mdash;<HI>Puffy&mdash;Inflate&mdash;Turgidous&mdash;Vento&s;ity.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Barmy Froth, Puffy, Inflate, Turgidous,</HI> and <HI>Vento|&s;ity</HI> are come vp.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, terrible, windy words!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gallus.</SPEAKER>
<P>A &s;igne of a windy Braine.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;pinus.</SPEAKER>
<P>O&mdash;<HI>Oblatrant&mdash;Obcaecate&mdash;Furibund&mdash;Fatuate&mdash;Strenuous.</HI>&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Heer's a deale: <HI>Oblatrant, Obcaecate, Furibund, Fatuate, Strenuous.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now, all's come vp, I trow. What a Tumult he had in his Belly!</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>No: there's the often <HI>Con&s;cious</HI> behind, &s;till.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;pinus.</SPEAKER>
<P>O&mdash;<HI>Con&s;cious.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>It's come vp, thankes to <HI>Apollo,</HI> and <HI>Ae&s;culapius:</HI> Yet, there's another; you were be&s;t take a Pill more?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;pinus.</SPEAKER>
<P>O, no: O&mdash;O&mdash;O&mdash;O.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Force your &s;elfe then, a little with your Finger.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Crispinus.</SPEAKER>
<P>O&mdash;O&mdash;<HI>Prorumped.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Prorumped?</HI> What a noy&s;e it made! as if his Spirit would haue Prorumpt with it.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;pinus.</SPEAKER>
<P>O&mdash;O&mdash;O.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virgill.</SPEAKER>
<P>Helpe him: it &s;tickes &s;trangely, what euer it is.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;pinus.</SPEAKER>
<P>O&mdash;<HI>Clutcht.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>Now it's come: <HI>Clutcht.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Clucht?</HI> It's well, that's come vp. It had but a nar|row Pa&s;&s;age.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;pinus.</SPEAKER>
<P>O&mdash;</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virgill.</SPEAKER>
<P>Againe, hold him: hold his head there.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;p.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Tropologicall&mdash;Anagogicall&mdash;Loquacity&mdash;Pinno&s;ity.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>How now, <HI>Cri&s;pinus?</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;pinus.</SPEAKER>
<P>O&mdash;<HI>Ob&s;tupefact.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay: that are all we, I a&s;&s;ure you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<P>How doe you feele your &s;elfe?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;pinus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pretty, and well, I thanke you.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virgill.</SPEAKER>
<L>The&s;e Pilles can but re&s;tore him for a Time;</L>
<PB REF="52">
<L>Not cure him quite of &s;uch a Malady,</L>
<L>Caught by &s;o many &s;urfets; which haue fild</L>
<L>His Blood, and Braine, thus full of <HI>Crudities:</HI></L>
<L>'Tis nece&s;&s;ary, therefore, he ob&s;erue</L>
<L>A &s;trict and hol&s;ome Diet. Looke, you take</L>
<L>Each morning, of old <HI>Catoes</HI> Principles</L>
<L>A good draught, next your heart; that walke vpon,</L>
<L>Till it be well dige&s;ted: Then come home,</L>
<L>And ta&s;te a piece of <HI>Terence;</HI> &s;ucke his <HI>Phra&s;e</HI></L>
<L>In &s;teede of Licorice; and, at any hand,</L>
<L>Shun <HI>Plautus,</HI> and old <HI>Ennius:</HI> They are meates</L>
<L>Too har&s;h for a weake Stomacke. V&s;e to read</L>
<L>(But not without a <HI>Tutor</HI>) the be&s;t <HI>Greekes:</HI></L>
<L>As <HI>Orpheus, Mu&s;aeus, Pindarus,</HI></L>
<L><HI>He&s;iod, Callimachus,</HI> and <HI>Theocrite,</HI></L>
<L>High <HI>Homer;</HI> but beware of <HI>Lycophron:</HI></L>
<L>He is too darke, and dangerous a Di&s;h.</L>
<L>You mu&s;t not hunt for wild, out-landi&s;h Termes,</L>
<L>To &s;tuffe out a peculiar <HI>Dialect;</HI></L>
<L>But let your <HI>Matter</HI> runne before your <HI>Words:</HI></L>
<L>And if, at any time, you chaunce to meete</L>
<L>Some <HI>Gallo-Belgick</HI> Phra&s;e, you &s;hall not &s;traight</L>
<L>Racke your poore Ver&s;e to giue it entertainement;</L>
<L>But let it pa&s;&s;e: and doe not thinke your &s;elfe</L>
<L>Much damnified, if you doe leaue it out;</L>
<L>When, nor your <HI>Vnder&s;tanding,</HI> nor the <HI>Sen&s;e</HI></L>
<L>Could well receiue it. This faire Ab&s;tinence,</L>
<L>In time, will render you more &s;ound, and Cleare;</L>
<L>And this haue I pre&s;crib'd to you, in place</L>
<L>Of a &s;trict Sentence: which till he performe,</L>
<L>Attire him in that Robe. And hence-forth, learne</L>
<L>To beare your &s;elfe more humbly; not to &s;well,</L>
<L>Or breath your in&s;olent, and idle Spight,</L>
<L>On him, who&s;e Laughter, can your wor&s;t affright.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Take him away.</P>
</SP>
<PB REF="53">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cri&s;pinus.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Iupiter</HI> guard <HI>Cae&s;ar.</HI></P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virgill.</SPEAKER>
<L>And, for a weeke, or two, &s;ee him lockt vp</L>
<L>In &s;ome darke Place, remoou'd from Company:</L>
<L>He will talke idly el&s;e after his Phy&s;icke.</L>
<L>Now, to you, Sir: Th'Extremity of Law</L>
<L>Awards you to be branded in the front,</L>
<L>For this your <HI>Calumny;</HI> But, &s;ince it plea&s;eth</L>
<L><HI>Horace</HI> (the Party wrongd) t'intreat, of <HI>Cae&s;ar,</HI></L>
<L>A Mitigation of that iu&s;ter Doome;</L>
<L>With <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> tongue, thus we pronounce your &s;entence.</L>
<L><HI>Demetrius Fannius,</HI> thou &s;halt here put on</L>
<L>That Coate, and Cap; and hencefoorth, thinke thy &s;elfe</L>
<L>No other, then they make thee: vow to weare them</L>
<L>In euery Faire, and Generous A&s;&s;embly,</L>
<L>Till the be&s;t &s;ort of Minds &s;hall take to knowledge</L>
<L>As well thy &s;atisfaction, as thy wrongs.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Horace.</SPEAKER>
<L>Only (Graue <HI>Praetor</HI>) here, in open Court,</L>
<L>I craue the Oath, for good Behauiour,</L>
<L>May be admini&s;tred vnto them both.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virgill.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Horace,</HI> it &s;hall: <HI>Tibullus,</HI> giue it them.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Tibullus.</SPEAKER>
<P>Rufus Laberius Cri&s;pinus, <HI>and</HI> Demetrius Fan|nius, <HI>Lay your hands on your hearts. You &s;hall here &s;olemnely conte&s;t, and &s;weare; That neuer (after this in&s;tant) either, at</HI> Booke-&s;ellers Stalls, <HI>in</HI> Tauernes, Two-penny Roomes, 'Tiring-hou&s;es, Noble-mens Buttryes, Pui&s;ne's Chambers <HI>(the be&s;t, and farthe&s;t Places, where you are admitted to come) you &s;hall once offer, or dare (thereby to endeare your &s;elfe the more to any</HI> Player, Enghle, <HI>or guilty</HI> Gull, <HI>in your Company</HI>) <HI>to maligne, traduce, or detract the</HI> Per&s;on, <HI>or Writings of</HI> Quintus Hora|tius Flaccus; <HI>or any other Eminent Man, tran&s;cending you in</HI> Merit, <HI>whom your</HI> Enuy <HI>&s;hall finde cau&s;e to worke vpon, either, for that, or for keeping him &s;elfe in better</HI> Acquaintance, <HI>or enioying better</HI> Friends: <HI>Or if (tran&s;ported by any &s;odaine and de&s;perate Re&s;olution) you doe; That then, you &s;hall not vnder the</HI> Ba&s;toun, <HI>or in the next Pre&s;ence, being an honorable A&s;&s;embly
<PB REF="53">of his Fauourers, be brought as voluntary Gent: to vndertake the for&s;wearing of it. Neither &s;hall you at any time (ambitiou&s;ly, affecting the Title of the</HI> Vntru&s;&s;ers, <HI>or</HI> Whippers <HI>of the Age</HI>) <HI>&s;uffer the Itch of writing to ouer-run your performance in</HI> Libel; <HI>vpon paine of being taken vp for</HI> Lepers, <HI>in</HI> Wit, <HI>and (loo&s;ing both your</HI> Time, <HI>and your</HI> Papers) <HI>be irrecouerably forfeyted to the</HI> Ho&s;pitall <HI>of</HI> Fooles. <HI>So helpe you our</HI> Romane Gods, <HI>and the</HI> Genius <HI>of great</HI> Cae&s;ar.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Virgill.</SPEAKER>
<P>So: now di&s;&s;olue the Court.</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Hor. Tib. Gall. Mec. Vir.</SPEAKER>
<L>And thankes to <HI>Cae&s;ar,</HI></L>
<L>That thus hath exerci&s;'d his Patience.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cae&s;ar.</SPEAKER>
<L>We haue, indeed, you worthie&s;t friends of <HI>Cae&s;ar.</HI></L>
<L>It is the Bane, and Torment of our Eares,</L>
<L>To heare the di&s;cords of tho&s;e Iangling Rimers,</L>
<L>That, with their bad and &s;candalous Practi&s;es,</L>
<L>Bring all true Arts, and learning in Contempt.</L>
<L>But let not your high thoughts de&s;cend &s;o lowe,</L>
<L>As the&s;e de&s;pi&s;ed Obiects; Let them fall,</L>
<L>With their flat groueling Soules: Be you your &s;elues.</L>
<L>And as with our be&s;t fauours you &s;tand crownd:</L>
<L>So let your mutuall loues be &s;till renownd.</L>
<L>Enuy will dwell, where there is want of <HI>Merit,</HI></L>
<L>Though the de&s;eruing man &s;hould cracke his Spirit.</L>
</SP>
<LG>
<HEAD>CANTVS.</HEAD>
<L><HI>BLVSH,</HI> Folly, <HI>Blu&s;h: here's none that feares</HI></L>
<L><HI>The wagging of an</HI> A&s;&s;es <HI>Eares,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Although a Woolui&s;h ca&s;e he weares.</HI></L>
<L>Detraction <HI>is but</HI> Ba&s;ene&s;&s;e <HI>Varlet;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And</HI> Apes <HI>are Apes, though cloth'd in Scarlet.</HI></L>
</LG>
<STAGE>Finis Actus quinti &amp; vltimi. Exeunt.</STAGE>
<LG>
<L>Rumpatur, qui&s;quis rumpitur inuidia.</L>
</LG>
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<HEAD>&leaf; To the Reader.</HEAD>
<P><HI>_HERE (Reader) in place of the</HI> E|pilogue, <HI>was meant to thee an</HI> A|pology <HI>from the Author, with his rea&s;ons for the publi&s;hing of this booke: but (&s;ince he is no le&s;se re&s;train'd, then thou depriu'd of it, by Authoritie) hee praies thee to thinke charitably of what thou ha&s;t read, till thou maist heare him &s;peake what hee hath written.</HI></P>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
<PB REF="54">
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