that becomes me not I know Good men and great names best agree together Cast off the glorious favours and the trappings Of sound and honour wealth and promises His wanton pleasures have flung on my weaknesse And chuse to serve my Countries cause and vertues Poorely and honestly and redeeme my rulnes As I would hope remission of my mischiefes Rug. Old and experienc'd men my Lord Sorano Are not so quickly caught with gilt hypocrisie You pull your clawes in now and fawne upon us As Lyons do to intice poore foolish beasts And beasts we should be too if we beleeved ye Go exercise your Art Sor. For heaven sake scorne me not Nor adde more hell to my afflicted soule Then I feele here as you are honourable As you are charitable looke gently on me I will no more to Court be no more Devill I know I must be hated even of him That was my Love now and the more he loves me For his foule ends when they shall once appeare to him Muster before his conscience and accuse him The fouler and the more falls his displeasure Princes are fading things so are their favours Mar. He weeps agen his heart is toucht sure with remorce Sor. See this and give me faire attention good my Lord And worthy Father see within this violl The remedy and cure of all my honour And of the sad Prince lyes Rug. What new trick 's this Sor. 'T is true I have done Offices abundantly Ill and prodigious to the Prince Alphonso And whilst I was a knave I sought his death too Rug. You are too late convicted to be good yet Sor. But Father when I felt this part afflict me This inward and call'd me to an audit Of my misdeeds and mischiefes Mar. Well go on Sir Sor. O then then then what was my glory then Father The favour of the King what did that ease me What was it to be bow'd to by all creatures Worshipt and courted what did this availe me I was a wretch a poore lost wretch Mar. Still better Sor. Till in the midst of all my griefe I found Repentance and a learned man to give the meanes to it A Jew an honest and a rare Phisition Of him I had this Jewell 't is a Jewell And at the price of all my wealth I bought it If the King knew it I must lose my head And willingly most willingly I would suffer A childe may take it 't is so sweet in working Mar. To whom would you apply it too Sor. To the sick Prince It will in halfe a day dissolve his melancholly Rug. I do beleeve and give him sleep for ever What impudence is this and what base malice To make us instruments of thy abuses Are we set here to poison him Sor. Mistake not yet I must needs say 't is a noble care And worthy vertuous servants if you will see A flourishing estate againe in Naples And great Alphonso reigne that 's truly good And like himselfe able to make all excellent Give him this drink this good health unto him Drinks I am not so desperate yet to kill my selfe Never looke on me as a guilty man Nor on the water as a speedy poison I am not mad nor laid out all my treasure My conscience and my credit to abuse ye How nimbly and how cheerefully it workes now Upon my heart and head sure I am a new man There is no sadnesse that I feele within me But as it meets it like a lazie vapour How it flyes off Here give it him with speed You are more guilty then I ever was And worthier of the name of evill subjects If but an houre you hold this from his health Rug. 'T is some rare vertuous thing sure he is a good man It must be so come let 's apply it presently And may it sweetly work Sor. Pray let me heare on 't and carry it close my Lords Mar. Yes good Sorano Exit Rugio Marco Sor. Do my good fooles my honest pious coxcombs My wary fooles too have I caught your wisedomes You never dream't I knew an Antidote Nor how to take it to secure mine owne life I am an asse go give him the fine cordiall And when you have done go dig his grave good Frier Some two houres hence we shall have such a bawling And roaring up and downe for Aquavitae Such rubbing and such nointing and such cooling I have sent him that will make a bonefire in 's belly If he recover it there is no heat in Hell sure Exit Enter Frederick and Podrano Fred. Podrano Pod. Sir Fred. Call hither Lord Valerio and let none trouble us Pod. It shall be done Sir Exit Enter Cassandra Fred. I know he wants no additions to his tortures He has enough for humane blood to carry Yet I must vex him further So many that I wonder his hot youth And high-bred spirit breakes not into fury I must yet torture him a little further And make my selfe sport with his miseries My anger is too poore else Here he comes Valerio Now my young married Lord how do you feele your self You have the happinesse you ever aimed at The joy and pleasure Val. Would you had the like Sir Fred. You tumble in delights with your sweet Lady And draw the minutes out in deare embraces You live a right Lords life Val. Would you had tryed it That you might know the vertue but to suffer Your anger though it be unjust and insolent Sits hansomer upon you then your scorne To do a wilfull ill and glory in it Is to do it double double to be damn'd too Fred. Hast thou not found a loving and free Prince High in his favours too that has confer'd Such hearts ease and such heapes of comfort on thee All thou coudest aske Val. You are too growne a tyrant Upon so suffering and so still a subject You have put upon me such a punishment That if your youth were honest it would blush at But you are a shame to nature as to vertue Pull not my rage upon ye 't is so just It will give way to no respect my life My innocent life I dare maintaine it Sir Like a wanton prodigall you have flung away Had I a thousand more I would allow 'em And be as carelesse of 'em as your will is But to deny those rights the Law has given me The holy Law and make her life the pennance Is such a studied and unheard of malice No heart that is not hyred from Hell dare think of To do it then too when my hopes were high High as my blood all my desires upon me My free affections ready to embrace her And she mine owne do you smile at this i st done well Is there not heaven above you that sees all Come hither Time how does your noble Mistris Cass. As a Gentlewoman may do in her case that 's newly married Sir Sickly sometimes and fond on 't like your Majesty Fred. She is breeding then Cass. She wants much
neither I am old 't is certaine Eumen. His spirit is a little quieter Mem. My blood lost and my limbes stif my embraces Like the cold stubborne baâ—kes â—hoaâ—ie and hearâ—es My words worse my fame only and atcheivements Which are my strength my blood my youth my fashion Must woe her win her wed her that 's but wind And Women are not brought to bed with shadowes I doe her wrong much wrong she is young and blessed Sweet as the spring and as his blossomes tender And I a nipping north wind my head hung With hailes and frostie Isicles are the soules so too When they depart hence lame and old and love les No sure 't is ever youth there Time and Death Follow our flesh no more and that forc'd opinion That Spirits have no sexes I beleive not Enter Stremon like Orpheus There must be love there is love what art thou SONG Stre. Orpheus I am come from the deep 's below To thee fond man the plagues of love to show To the faire fields where loves eternall dwell Ther 's none that came but first they passe through hell Harke and beware unlesse thou hast loved ever Beloved againe thou shalt see those joyes never Hark how they groane that dyed despairing O take heed thou Hark how they houle for over daring All those were men They that be fooles and dye for fame They loose their name And they that bleed Harke how they speed Now in cold frosts now scorching fires They sit and curse their lost desires Nor shall these soules be free from paines and feares Till Women wast them over in their teares Mem. How should I know my passage is deni'de me Or which of all the Devills dare Eumon. This Song Was rarely formed to fit him SONG Orph. Charon o Charon Thou wafter of the soules to blisse or bant Cha. Who calls the Fery man of Hell Or. Come near And say who lives in joye and whom in feare Cha. Those that dye well Eternall joy shall follow Those that dye ill their owne soule saie shall swallow Orph. Shall thy black Bark those guilty spirits stow That kill themselves for love Cha. O no no My cordage crackes when such great sins are neare No winde blowes faire nor I my selfe can steare Orph. What lovers passe and in Elizium raigne Cha. Those gentle loves that are belov'd againe Orph. This Souldier Loves and faine wood dye to win Shall he goe on Cha. No 't is too foule a sin He must not come a boord I dare not rowe Stormes of despaire and guilty blood will blowe Orph. Shall time release him saye Cha. No no no no Nor time nor death can alter us nor prayer My boate is de and who then dare But those appointed come aboord Live still And love by reason mortall not by will Or. And when thy Mistris shall close up thine eyes Cha. Then come a boord and passe Or. Till when be wise Cha. Till when be wise Eumen. How still he sitts I hope this Song has setled him 1. Cap. He bites his lipp and rowles his fierce eyes yet I feare for all this 2. Cap. Stremon still apply to him Strem. Give me more roome then sweetlie strike divinely Such straines and old earth moves at Or. The power I have over both Beast and plant Thou man alone feelst miserable want Music Strike your rare Spirits that attend my will And loose your savage wildnesse by my skill Enter a Maske of Beasts This Lion was a man of Warre that died As thou wouldst doe to guild her Ladies pride This Dog a foole that hung himselfe for love This Ape with daily hugging of a glove Forgot to eat and died This goodly tree An usher that still grew before his Ladie Wither'd at roote This for he could not wooe A grumbling Lawyer This pyed Bird a page That melted out because he wanted age Still these lye houling on the stigian shore O love no more o love no more Exit Memnon Eumen. He steales off silently as though he would sleep No more but all be nere him feed his fancie Good Stremon still this may lock up his follie Yet Heaven knowes I must feare him away softly Exeunt Captains Foole. Did I not doe most doggedly Strem. Most rarelie Foole. Hee 's a brave man when shall we dog agen Boy Unty me first for Gods sake Foole. Helpe the Boye hee 's in a wood poore child good honny Stremon Le ts have a beare baiting ye shall see me play The rarest for a single Dog at head all And if I doe not win immortall glorie Play Dog play Devill Strem. Peace for this time Foole. Prithee Le ts sing him a blacke Santis then le ts all howle In our owne beastly voices tree keepe your time Untye there bow wow wow Strem. A way ye Asse away Foole. VVhy let us doe something To satisfie the Gentleman hee 's mad A Gentleman like humour and in fashion And must have men as mad about him Strem. Peace And come in quicklie 't is ten to one els Hee l find a staffe to beat a dog no more words I le get ye all imployment soft soft in all Exeunt Enter Chilax and Cloe Chi. VVhen camest thou over wench Clo. But now this evening And have bin ever since looking out Siphax i th' warres he would have lookt me sure has gotten Some other Mistris Chi. A thousand wench a thousand They are as common here as Caterpillers Among the corne they eat up all the Souldiers Clo. Are they so hungry yet by their leave Chilax I le have a snatch too Chi. Dost thou love him still wench Clo. Why should I not he had my Maiden head And all my youth Chi. Thou art come the happiest In the most blessed time sweet wench the fittest If thou darst make thy fortune by this light Cloe And so I le kiss thee and if thou wilt but let me For 't is well worth a kindnes Clo. What shood I let ye Chi. Enjoye thy miniken Clo. Thou art still old Chilax Chi. Still still and ever shal be if I say Thou wo't strike the stroke I cannot doe much harme wench Clo. Nor much good Chi. Siphax shall be thy Husband Thy very Husband woman thy foole thy Cuckold Or what thou wilt make him I am over joy'd Ravisht cleane ravisht with this fortune kiss me Or I shall loose my self Clo. My Husband sed ye Chi. Sed I and will say Cloe nay and doe it And doe it home to Peg thee as close to him As birdes are with a pinne to one another I have it I can doe it thou wants clothes too And hee l be hanged unles he marry thee Ere he maintaine thee now he has Ladies Courtiers More then his back can bend at multitudes We are taken up for threshers will ye bite Clo. Yes Chi. And let me Clo. Yes and let ye Chi. What! Clo. VVhy that ye wo't of Chi. The turne the good turne Clo. Any turne the Roche turne Chi. That
make all happy How does the Generall the valiant Memnon And how his wars Eumenes Eume. The Gods have giv'n you royall Sir a Souldier Better ne're sought a danger more approv'd In way of war more master of his fortunes Expert in leading 'em in doing valiant In following all his deeds to Victories And holding fortune certaine there King O Souldier Thou speak'st a man indeed a Generall Generall A soule conceiv'd a Souldier Eumen. Ten set Battells Against the strong usurper Diocles Whom long experience had begot a Leader Ambition rais'd too mighty hath your Memnon Won and won gloriously distrest and shooke him Even from the head of all his hopes to nothing In three he beat the thunder-bolt his brother Forc'd him to wall himselfe up there not safe Shooke him with warlike Engines like an earthquake Till like a snaile he left his shell and crawl'd By night and hidious darknesse to destruction Disarm'd for ever rising more twelve Castles Some though impregnable Townes twice as many Countries that like the wind knew no command But savage wildnesse hath this Generall With losse of blood youth through storms tempests Cal'd to your faire obedience Drum within King O my Souldier That thou wert now within my arms what drums Drum Are those that beat Eumenes Eumen. His my Soveraigne Himselfe i' th head of conquest drawing home An old man now to offer up his glories And endlesse conquest at your shrine King Goe all And entertaine him with all Ceremonie Wee 'le keep him now a Courtier Eumen. Sir a strange one Pray God his language beare it by my life Sir He knowes no complement nor curious casting Of words into fit places ere he speak 'em He can say fight well fellow and I 'le thanke thee He that must eat must sweat bring up the reare there Or charge that wing of horse home Florish King Goe too goe too Ent. Memnon and a traine of Courtiers souldiers two Captains Chilax Valiant and wise are twins Sir welcome welcome Welcome my fortunate and famous Generall High in thy Princes favour as in fame Welcome to Peace and Paphos Mem. Thanke your Grace And would to God my dull tongue had that sweetnesse To thanke you as I should but pardon me My sword and I speake roughly Sir your battells I dare well say I have fought well for I bring ye That lazie end you wish for Peace so fully That no more name of war is who now thinkes Sooner or safer these might have bin ended Begin 'em If ye dare againe I 'le thanke him Souldier and Souldiers Mate these twenty five yeares At length your Generall as one whose merit Durst looke upon no lesse I have waded through Dangers would damp't these soft soules but to heare of The maidenheads of thousand lives hangs here Sir Since which time Prince I know no Court but Marshall No oylie language but the shock of Armes No dalliance but with death No lofty measures But weary and sad marches cold and hunger Larums at midnight Valours selfe would shake at Yet I ne're shrunke Balls of consuming Wildfire That lickt men up like lightning have I laught at And tost 'em back againe like childrens trifles Upon the edges of my Enemies swords I have marcht like whirle-windes fury at this hand waiting Death at my right Fortune my forlorne hope When I have grapled with destruction And tug'd with pale fac'd Ruine Night and Mischiefe Frighted to see a new day breake in bloud And every where I conquer'd and for you sir Mothers have wanted wombes to make me famous And blowne ambition dangers Those that griev'd ye I have taken order for i' th' earth those fooles That shall hereafter K. No more wars my souldier K. takes Mem. aside and talkes with him We must now treat of peace sir Clean. How he talkes How gloriously Cal. A goodly timber'd fellow Valiant no doubt Cle. If valour dwell in vaunting In what a phrase he speakes as if his actions Could be set of in nothing but a noise Sure has a drum in 's mouth Cal. I wonder wenches How he would speake to us Clean. Nothing but larum Tell us whose throat he cut shew us his sword And blesse it for sure biting Lucippe And t like your Grace I doe not thinke he knowes us what we are Or to what end for I have heard his followers Affirme he never saw a woman that exceeded A Sutlers wife yet or in execution Old bedrid Beldames without teeth or tongues That would not flie his furie how he lookes Clean. This way devoutly Cal Sure his Lordship 's viewing Our Fortifications Lucip. If he mount at me I may chance choake his Battery Cal. Still his eye Keeps quarter this way Venus grant his valour Be not in love Clean. If he be presently Expect a Herrald and a Trompet with ye To bid ye render we two Perdu's pay for 't else King I 'le leave ye to my sister and these Ladies To make your welcome fuller my good souldier We must now turne your sternnesse into Courtship When ye have done there to your fair repose sir Florish I know you need it Memnon welcome gentlemen Ex. Ki. Luci. Now he begins to march Madam the Van 's yours Keep your ground sure 't is for your spurrs Mem. O Venus He kneeles amaz'd and forgets to speake Cal. How he stares on me Clean. Knight him Madam knight him He will grow tooth ground els Eumenes Speake sir 't is the Princesse 1 Capt. Ye shame your selfe speake to her Cal. Rise and speake sir Ye are welcome to the Court to me to all sir Lucip. Is he not deafe Cal. The Gentleman 's not well Eumen. Fie noble Generall Lucip. Give him fresh aire his colour goes how do ye The Princesse will be glad sir Mem. Peace and heare me Clean. Command a silence there Mem. I love thee Lady Cal. I thank your Lordship heartily proceed sir Lucip. Lord how it stuck in 's stomack like a surfet Clean. It breaks apace now from him God be thanked What a fine spoken man he is Lucip. A choice one of singular variety in carriage Clean. Yes and I warrant you he knows his distance Mem. With all my heart I love thee Cal. A hearty gentleman And I were eene an arrand beast my Lord But I lov'd you againe Mem. Good Lady kisse me Clean. I marry Mars there thou cam'st close up to her Cal. Kiss you at first my Lord 't is no faire fashion Our lips are like Rose buds blowne with mens breaths They loose both sap and savour there 's my hand sir Eumen. Fie fie my Lord this is too rude Mem. Unhand me Consume me if I hurt her good sweet Lady Let me but looke upon thee Cal. Doe Mem. Yet Cal. Well sir Take your full view Lucip. Blesse your eyes sir Cal. Mercie Is this the man they talkt of for a souldier So absolute and Excellent O the Gods If I were given to that vanitie Of making sport with men for
up the messe now strike together And let them fall so Assist. Unheard of crueltie I can endure no longer seize on her Viol. Am I betraid Is this thy faith Iamy Iam. Could your desires Challenge performance of a deed so horrid Or though that you had sold your selfe to hell I should make up the bargaine Live deare Brother Live long and happy I forgive you freely To have done you this service is to me A faire Inheritance And how e're harsh language Call'd on by your rough usage pass'd my lipps In my heart I ever lov'd you All my labours Were but to shew how much your love was cozen'd When it beheld it selfe in this false Glasse That did abuse you and I am so far From envying young Ascanio his good fortune That if your State were mine I would adopt him These are the Murtherers my noble Friends Which to make triall of her bloudy purpose I won to come disguis'd thus Hen. I am too full Of griefe and shame to speake but what I 'le doe Shall to the world proclaime my penitence And howsoever I have liv'd I 'le die A much chang'd man Iam. Were it but possible You could make satisfaction to this woman Our joyes were perfect Hen. That 's my onely comfort That it is in my power I ne're was married To this bad woman though I doted on her But daily did deferre it still expecting When griefe would kill Iacintha Assist. All is come out And finds a faire successe take her Don Henrique And once againe embrace your Son Hen. Most gladly Assist. Your Brother hath deserv'd well Hen. And shall share The moitie of my State Assist. I have heard Advocate What an ill Instrument you have bin to him From this time strengthen him with honest counsells As you 'le deserve my pardon Bar. I 'le change my Copy But I am punish'd for I feare I have had A smart blow though unseene Assist. Curat and Sexton I have heard of you too let me heare no more And what 's past is forgotten For this woman Though her intent were bloody yet our Law Calls it not death yet that her punishment May deter others from such bad attempts The Dowry she brought with her shall be emploi'd To build a Nunnery where she shall spend The remnant of her life Viol. Since I have miss'd my ends I scorne what can fall on me Assist. The strict discipline Of the Church will teach you better thoughts And Signiors You that are Batchelours if you ever marry In Bartolus you may behold the issue Of Covetousnesse and Jealousie And of dotage And falshood in Don Henrique keep a meane then For be assur'd that weake man meets all ill That gives himselfe up to a womans will Exeunt Prologue TO tell ye Gentlemen we have a Play A new one too and that 't is launch'd to day The Name ye know that 's nothing to my Story To tell ye 't is familiar void of Glory Of State of Bitternesse of wit you 'll say For that is now held wit that tends that way Which we avoid To tell ye to 't is merry And meant to make ye pleasant and not weary The Streame that guides ye easie to attend To tell ye that 't is good is to no end If you believe not Nay to goe thus far To sweare it if you sweare against is war To assure you any thing unlesse you see And so conceive is vanity in me Therefore I leave it to it selfe and pray Like a good Barke it may worke out to day And stem all doubts 't was built for such a proofe And we hope highly if she lye aloofe For her owne vantage to give wind at will Why let her worke onely be you but still And sweet opinion'd and we are bound to say You are worthy Judges and you crowne the Play Epilogue THe Play is done yet our Suit never ends Still when you part you would stil part our friends Our noblest friends if ought have falne amis O let it be sufficient that it is And you have pardon'd it In Buildings great All the whole Body cannot be so neat But something may be mended Those are faire And worthy love that may destroy but spare FINIS THE LITTLE FRENCH LAWYER Actus Primus Scena Prima Enter Dinant and Cleremont Din. DIsswade me not Clere. It will breed a braule Din. I care not I weare a Sword Cler. And weare discretion with it Or cast it off let that direct your arme 'T is madnesse els not valour and more base Then to receive a wrong Din. Why would you have me Sit downe with a disgrace and thanke the doer We are not Stoicks and that passive courage Is onely now commendable in Lackies Peasants and Tradesemen not in men of ranke And qualitie as I am Cler. Doe not cherish That daring vice for which the whole age suffers The blood of our bold youth that heretofore Was spent in honourable action Or to defend or to enlarge the Kingdome For the honour of our Countrey and our Prince Poures it selfe out with prodigall expence Upon our Mothers lap the Earth that bred us For every trifle and these private Duells Which had their first originall from the French And for which to this day we are justly censured And banisht from all civill Governments Scarce three in Venice in as many yeares In Florence they are rarer and in all The faire Dominions of the Spanish King They are never heard of Nay those neighbour Countries Which gladly imitate our other follies And come at a deare rate to buy them of us Begin now to detest them Din. Will you and yet Cler. And I have heard that some of our late Kings For the lie wearing of a Mistris feathers A cheate at Cards or Dice and such like causes Have lost as many gallant Gentlemen As might have met the great Turke in the field With confidence of a glorious Victorie And shall we then Din. No more for shame no more Are you become a Patron to 't is a new one No more on 't burn 't give it to some Orator To help him to enlarge his exercise With such a one it might doe well and profit The Curat of the Parish but for Cleremont The bold and under-taking Cleremont To talke thus to his friend his friend that knowes him Dinant that knowes his Cleremont is absurd And meere Apocripha Cler. Why what know you of me Din. Why if thou hast forgot thy selfe I 'll tell thee And not looke backe to speake of what thou wert At fifteene for at those yeares I have heard Thou wast flesh'd and enter'd bravely Cler. Well sir well Din. But yesterday thou wast the common second Of all that onely knew thee thou hadst bills Set up on every post to give thee notice Where any difference was and who were parties And as to save the charges of the Law Poore men seeke Arbitrators thou wert chosen By such as knew thee not to compound quarrells But thou wert so
your shirt Cler. Not so forward first you must talke 'T is a maine point of the French method Talke civilly and make your cause Authentique Gent. No weapon must be neare you nor no anger Cler. When you have done then stir your resolutions Take to your Weapons bravely La-writ 'T is too cold This for a Summer fight Cler. Not for a world you should transgresse the rules Sam. 'T is peevish weather I had rather fight without Gent. An 't were in a river Cler. Where both stood up to th' chins La-writ Then let 's talke quickly Pl o' this circumstance Cler. Are the Horses come yet Gent. Yes certaine give your swords to us now civilly Cler. We 'll stand a while off take the things leave 'em You know when and let the children play This is a dainty time of yeare for puppies Would the old Lord were here Gent. He would dy with laughter Cler. I am sorry I have no time to see this game out Away away Gent. Here 's like to be a hot fight Call when y' are fit Ex. Cler. and Gent. La-writ Why look you sir you seem to be a gentleman And you come in honour of your Uncle boh boh 't is very cold Your Uncle has offer'd me some few affronts Past flesh and blood to beare boh boh wondrous cold Sam. My Lord mine Uncle is an honourable man And what he offers boh boh cold indeed Having made choice of me an unworthy kinsman Yet take me with you boh boh pestlence cold Not altogether La-wr. Boh boh I say altogether Sam. You say you know not what then boh boh sir La-w. Sir me with your sword in your hand You have a scurvy Uncle you have a most scurvy cause And you are boh boh Sam. Boh boh what La-writ A shitten scurvy Cousin Samp. Our Swords our swords Thou art a dog and like a dog our swords La-w. Our weapons gentlemen ha wher 's your second Sam. Where 's yours La-writ So ho our weapons Sam. Wa ha ho our weapons Our Doublets and our weapons I am dead La-w. Firsts second third a pl be woo' you gentlemen Sam. Are these the rules of honour I am starv'd La-w. They are gone and we are here what shall we do Sam. O for a couple of faggots La-writ Hang a couple of faggots Dar'st thou take a killing cold with me Sam. I have it already La-writ Rogues theeves boh boh run away with our Doublets To fight at Buffets now 't were such a May-game Sam. There were no honour in 't p on 't 't is scurvy La-wr. Or to revenge my wrongs at fifty-cuffes Sam. My Lord mine Uncles cause depend on Boxes La-wr. Let 's goe in quest if ever we recover 'em Sam. I come our colds together and our doublets La-w. Give me thy hand thou art a valiant gentleman I say if ever we recover 'em Sam. Let 's get into a house and warme our hearts La-writ There 's ne'r a house within this mile beat me Kick me and beat me as I goe and I 'le beat thee too To keepe us warme if ever we recover 'em Kick hard I am frozen so so now I feele it Sam. I am dull yet La-w. I 'le warme thee I 'le warme thee Gentlemen Rogues theeves theeves run now I 'le follow thee Exeūt Enter Vertaigne Champernell Beaupre Verdoone Lamira Annabell Charlote Nurse Verta. Use legs and have legs Cham. You that have legs say so I put my one to too much stresse Verdo. Your herse sir Will meet you within halfe a mile Lam. I like The walke so well I should not misse my Coach Though it were further Annabell thou art sad What ayles my Niece Beau. Shee 's still devising sister How quietly her late bed-fellow lay by her Nurse Old as I am he would have startled me Nor can you blame her Charl. Had I ta'ne her place I know not but I feare I should ha' shreek'd Though he had never offer'd Ana. Out upon thee Thou wouldst have taught him Charlote I thinke with your pardon That you wish now you had Ana. I am glad I yeild you Cornet Musicke within Such ample scope of mirth Verta. Nay be not angrie There 's no ill meant ha Musique and choice musique Cham. 'T is near us in the Grove what courteous bounty Bestowes it on us my dancing daies are done Yet I would thanke the giver did I know him Verdo. 'T is questionlesse some one of your own Village That hearing of your purpos'd journey thither Prepares it for your entertainment and The honour of my Lady Lam. I thinke rather Some of your Lordships Clyents Beaup. What say you Cousin If they should prove your Suitors Verd. That 's most likely Nurse I say if you are noble be 't who will Goe presently and thanke 'em I can jump yet Or tread a measure Lam. Like a Millers Mare Nurs. I warrant you well enough to serve the Country I 'le make one and lead the way Exit Charl. Doe you note How zealous the old Crone is Lam. And you titter As eagerly as she come sweet we 'll follow No ill can be intended Mus. ends Cham. I ne'r fear'd yet Exeunt Song in the Wood THis way this way come and heare You that hold these pleasures deare Fill your eares with our sweet sound Whilst we melt the frozen ground This way come make hast ô faire Let your cleare eyes gild the ayer Come and blesse us with your sight This way this way seeke delight Enter a company of Gentlemen like Ruffians 1 Gent. They are ours but draw them on a little further From the foot-path into the neighbouring thicket And we may do 't as safe as in a Castle 2 Gent. They follow still the President Vertaigne Comes on a-pace and Champernell limps after The women as if they had wings and walk't Upon the ayre fly to us 1 Gent. They are welcome We 'll make 'em sport make a stand here all know How we are to proceed 2 Gen. We are instructed Still Musick within 1 Gent. One straine or two more Gent. off Enter Vertaigne Champernell Beaupre Verdoone Lamira Anabell Nurse Charlote Excellent they are come Nurse We cannot misse in such a businesse yet Mine eare ne'r fail'd me Musick for the Dance Charl. Would we were at it once I doe not walke but dance 1 Gen. You shall have dancing Lam. Begin and when I give the word 2 Gent. No more Weare instructed Dance Beaupre But win us fairely Now 1 Gent. O sir We do not come to try your valour But to possess you yet we use you kindly In that like English theeves wee kill you not But are contented with the spoile Verta. Oh heaven How hath mine age deserv'd this Cham. Hell confound it This comes of walking had I kept my legs My legs in my good house my Armour on My Staffe in my rest and this good sword too friend How I would breake and scatter these All Gent. Ha ha ha Cham. Doe you scorne me rogues Nurs. Nay
pate goes off I am hot and fiery And my bloud beates alarums through my body And fancie high You of my guard retire And let me heare no noyse about the lodging But musick and sweet ayres now fetch your daughter And bid the coy wench put on all her beauties All her enticements out-blush damask roses And dim the breaking East with her bright Christalls I am all on fire away Char. And I am frozen Exit Enter Zenocia with Bow and Quiver an Arrow bent Arnoldo and Rutillio after her arm'd Zen. Come fearelesse on Rut. Nay an I budge from thee Beate me with durty sticks Clod. What Masque is this What pretty fancy to provoke me high The beauteous Huntresse fairer far and sweeter Diana shewes an Ethiop to this beauty Protected by two Virgin Knights Rut. That 's a lye A loud one if you knew as much as I doe The guard 's dispers'd Arn. Fortune I hope invites us Clod. I can no longer hold she puls my heart from me Zen. Stand stand fixt move not a foote nor speak not For if thou doest upon this point thy death sits Thou miserable base and sordid lecher Thou scum of noble blood repent and speedily Repent thy thousand thefts from helplesse virgins Their innocence betrayed to thy embraces Arn. The base dishonour that thou doest to strangers In glorying to abuse the lawes of marriage Thy Infamy thou hast flung upon thy countrey In nourishing this black and barbarous custome Clod. My guard Arn. One word more and thou diest Rut. One sillable That tends to any thing but I beseech you And as y' are Gentlemen tender my case And I 'le thrust my javeling downe thy throate Thou Dogg-whelpe thou pox upon thee what Should I call the Pompean Thou kisse my Lady thou scowr her chamber pot Thou have a mayden head a mottly coate You great blinde foole farewell and be hanged to yee Loose no time Lady Arn. Pray take your pleasure Sir And so wee 'l take our leaves Zen. We are determined Dye before yield Arn Honour and a faire grave Zen Before a lust full bed so for our fortunes Rut. Du cat a whee good count cry preethe cry O what a wench hast thou lost cry you great booby Exeunt Enter Charino Clod. And is she gone then am I dishonoured thus Cozend and baffuld my guard there no man answer My guard I say Sirra you knew of this plott Where are my guard I le ha' your life you villaine Char. You politique old thiefe Heaven send her far enough Enter Guard And let me paye the ransome Guard Did your honour call us Clod. Post every way and presently recover The two strange Gentlemen and the faire Lady Guard This day was married Sir Clod. The same Guard We saw e'm Making with all maine speed to 'th port Clod. Away villains Ex. Gard Recover her or I shall dye deale truely Didst not thou know Char. By all that 's good I did not If your honour meane their flight to say I grieve for that Will be to lye you may handle me as you please Clod. Be sure with all the cruelty with all the rigor For thou hast robd mee villaine of a treasure Enter Guard How now Guard They 'r all aboord a bark rode ready for 'em And now are under sayle and past recovery Clod. Rig me a ship with all the speed that may be I will not loose her thou her most false Father Shalt go along and if I misse her heare me Whole day will I studie to destroy thee Char. I shall be joyfull of it and so you 'll finde me Ex. omnes Actus Secundus Scaena prima Enter Manuell du sosa and Guiomar Man I heare and see too much of him and that Compells me Madam though unwillingly To wish I had no uncles part in him And much I feare the comfort of a Son You will not long enjoy Gui. 'T is not my fault And therefore from his guilt my innocence Cannot be taynted since his Fathers death Peace to his soule a Mothers prayers and care Were never wanting in his education His child-hood I passe as being brought up Under my wing and growing ripe for study I overcame the tendernesse and joye I had to looke upon him and provided The choicest Masters and of greatest name Of Salamanca in all liberall Arts Man To train his youth up I must witnesse that Guio. How there he prospered to the admiration Of all that knew him for a generall scholler Being one of note before he was a man Is still remembred in that Academy From thence I sent him to the Emperours court Attended like his Fathers Sonne and there Maintaind him in such bravery and height As did become a courtier Man 'T was that spoild him my Nephew had beene hapy The court 's a schoole indeed in which some few Learne vertuous principles but most forget What ever they brought thither good and honest Trifling is there in practice serious actions Are obsolete and out of use my Nephew Had beene a happy man had he ne're knowne What 's there in grace and fashion Guio. I have heard yet That while he liv'd in court the Emperour Tooke notice of his carriage and good parts The grandees did not scorne his company And of the greatest Ladies he was held A compleate Gentleman Man He indeed daunc'd well A turne o' th toe with a loftie tricke or two To argue nimblenesse and a strong backe Will go farr with a Madam 't is most true That hee 's an excellent scholler and he knowes it An exact courtier and he knowes that too He has fought thrice and come off still with honour Which he forgets not Guio. Nor I have much reason To greive his fortune that way Man You are mistaken Prosperity does search a Gentlemans temper More then his adverse fortune I have knowen Many and of rare parts from their successe In private duells rais'd up to such a pride And so transformed from what they were that all That lov'd them truely wish'd they had fallen in them I need not write examples in your sone 'T is too apparent for ere Don Duarte Made tryall of his valour he indeed was Admired for civill courtesy but now Hee 's swolne so high out of his owne assurance Of what he dares do that he seekes occasions Unjust occasions grounded on blinde passion Ever to be in quarrels and this makes him Shund of all faire societies Guio. Would it were In my weake power to help it I will use With my entreaties th' authority of a mother As you may of an Vncle and enlarge it With your command as being a governor To the great King in Lisborne Enter Duarte and his Page Man Here he comes We are unseene observe him Dua. Boye Page My Lord Dua. What saith the spanish captaine that I strooke To my bold challenge Page He refus'd to read it Dua. Why didst not leave it there Page I did my Lord But to no purpose for he seemes
So leave me for a while Sep. Ever your Creature Exit Pho. Good day Achoreus my best friend Achillas Hath fame delivered yet no certaine rumour Of the great Roman action Achil. That we are To enquire and learn of you Sir whose grave care For Egypts happinesse and great Ptolomies good Have eyes and eares in all parts Enter Ptolomy Labienus Guard Pho. I 'le not boast What my Intelligence costs me but ere long You shall know more The King with him a Roman Ach. The scarlet livery of unfortunate war Dy'de deeply on his face Achil. 'T is Labienus Caesars Lieutenant in the wars of Gaul And fortunate in all his undertakings But since these Civill Jars he turn'd to Pompey And though he followed the better Cause Not with the like successe Pho. Such as are wise Leave falling buildings flye to those that rise But more of that hereafter Lab. In a word Sir These gaping wounds not taken as a slave Speake Pompeys osse to tell you of the Battaile How many thousand severall bloody shapes Death wore tha day in triumph how we bore The shocke of Caesars charge or with what fury His souldiers came on as if they had been So many Caesars and like him ambitious To tread upon the liberty of Rome How Fathers kill'd their Sons or Sons their Fathers Or how the Roman Peils on either side Drew Roman blood which spent the Prince of weapons The sword succeeded which in Civill wars Appoints the Tent on which wing'd victory Shall make a certaine Stand then how the Plaines Flowd o're with blood and what a cloud of vulturs And other birds of prey hung o're both armies Attending when their ready Servitors The souldiers from whom the angry gods Had tooke all sense of reason and of pity Would serve in their owne carkasses for a feast How Caesar with his Javelin force'd them on That made the least stop when their angry hands Were lifted up against some known friends face Then comming to the body of the army He shews the sacred Senate and forbids them To waste their force upon the Common souldier Whom willingly if ere he did know pity He would have spar'd Ptol. The reason Labienus Lab. Full well he knows that in their blood he was To passe to Empire and that through their bowels He must invade the Laws of Rome and give A period to the liberty of the world Then fell the Lepidi and the bold Corvini The fam'd Torquati Scipio's and Marcelli Names next to Pompeys most renown'd on earth The Nobles and the Commons lay together And Pontique Punique and Assyrian blood Made up one crimson Lake which Pompey seeing And that his and the fate of Rome had left him Standing upon the Ramper of his Camp Though scorning all that could fall on himselfe He pities them whose fortunes are embarqu'd In his unlucky quarrell cryes aloud too That they should sound retreat and save themselves That he desir'd not so much noble blood Should be lost in his service or attend On his misfortunes and then taking horse With some few of his friends he came to Lesbos And with Cornelia his Wife and Sons He 's touch'd upon your shore the King of Parthia Famous in his defeature of the Crassi Offer'd him his protection but Pompey Relying on his Benefits and your Faith Hath chosen Aegypt for his Sanctuary Till he may recollect his scattered powers And try a second day now Ptolomy Though he appeare not like that glorious Thing That three times rode in triumph and gave lawes To conquer'd Nations and made Crownes his guift As this of yours your noble Father tooke From his victorious hand and you still weare it At his devotion to do you more honour In his declinde estate as the straightst Pyne In a full grove of his yet flourishing friends He flyes to you for succour and expects The entertainment of your Fathers friend And Guardian to your selfe Ptol. To say I grieve his fortune As much as if the Crowne I weare his gift Were ravish'd from me is a holy truth Our Gods can witnesse for me yet being young And not a free disposer of my self Let not a few hours borrowed for advice Beget suspition of unthankfulnesse Which next to hell I hate pray you retire And take a little rest and let his wounds Be with that care attended as they were Carv'd on my flesh good Labienus thinke The little respite I desire shall be Wholly emploid to find the readiest way To doe great Pompey service Lab. May the gods As you intend protect you Exit Ptol. Sit sit all It is my pleasure your advice and freely Ach. A short deliberation in this May serve to give you counsell to be honest Religious and thankfull in themselves Are forcible motives and can need no flourish Or glosse in the perswader your kept faith Though Pompey never rise to the height he 's fallen from Caesar himselfe will love and my opinion Is still committing it to graver censure You pay the debt you owe him with the hazard Of all you can call yours Ptol. What 's yours Photinus Pho. Achoreus great Ptolomy hath counsaild Like a religious and honest man Worthy the honour that he justly holds In being Priest to Isis But alas What in a man sequesterd from the world Or in a private person is preferd No policy allows of in a King To be or just or thankfull makes Kings guilty And faith though prais'd is punish'd that supports Such as good Fate forsakes joyne with the gods Observe the man they favour leave the wretched The Stars are not more distant from the Earth Then profit is from honesty all the power Prerogatives and greatnesse of a Prince Is lost if he descend once but to steere His course as what 's right guides him let him leave The Scepter that strives only to be good Since Kingdomes are maintain'd by force and blood Ach. Oh wicked Ptol. Peace goe on Pho. Proud Pompey shews how much he scorns your youth In thinking that you cannot keepe your owne From such as are ore-come If you are tired With being a King let not a stranger take What nearer pledges challenge resigne rather The government of Aegypt and of Nyle To Cleopatra that has title to them At least defend them from the Roman gripe What was not Pompeys while the wars endured The Conquerour will not challenge by all the world Forsaken and despis'd your gentle Guardian His hopes and fortunes desperate makes choise of What Nation he shall fall with and pursu'd By their pale Ghosts slaine in this Civill War He flyes not Caesar only but the Senate Of which the greater part have cloid the hunger Of sharpe Pharsalian fowle he flies the Nations That he drew to his Quarrell whose Estates Are sunk in his and in no place receiv'd Hath found out Aegypt by him yet not ruin'd And Ptolomy things consider'd justly may Complaine of Pompey wherefore should he staine Our Aegypt with the spots of Civill warre Or make
and the liberall world makes custome And nothing but faire honour O sweet honour Hang up your Eunuch honour That I was trusty And valiant were things well put in but modest A modest gentleman I ô wit where wast thou Fred. I am sorrie John John My Ladies gentlewoman Would laugh me to a Schoole-boy make me blush With playing with my Codpeece point fie on thee A man of thy discretion Fred. It shall be mended And henceforth yee shall have your due Enter Anthony John I look for t How now who is 't An. A gentleman of this towne And calls himselfe Petruchio Enter Constantia John I le attend him Const. How did he call himselfe Fred. Petruchio Doe's it concerne you ought Const. O gentlemen The houre of my destruction is come on me I am discover'd lost left to my ruine As ever ye had pitty John Doe not feare Let the great devill come he shall come through me Lost here and we about ye Fred. Fall before us Const. O my unfortunate estate all angers Compar'd to his to his Fred. Let his and all mens Whilst we have power and life stand up for heaven sake Con. I have offended heaven too yet heaven knows Iohn We are all evill Yet heaven forbid we should have our deserts What is a Con. Too too neare to my offence sir O he will cut me peece-meale Fred. T is no Treason John Let it be what it will if a cut here I le finde him cut-worke Fred. He must buy you deare With more than common lives Joh. Feare not nor weep not By heaven I le fire the Towne before yee perish And then the more the merrier wee 'll jog with yee Fred. Come in and dry your eyes John Pray no more weeping Spoile a sweet face for nothing my returne Shall end all this I warrant you Con. Heaven grant it Exeunt Scaene 3. Enter Petruchio with a Letter Petr. This man should be of speciall rank For these commends carry no common way No slight worth with 'em A shall be he Ent. Don Iohn John 'Save yee sir I am sorrie My businesse was so unmannerly to make ye Wait thus long here Petr. Occasions must be serv'd sir But is your name Don John Ioh. It is Sir Petr. Then First for your owne brave sake I must embrace yee Next from the credit of your noble friend Hernando de Aluara make yee mine Who layes his charge upon me in this Letter To look yee out and for the goodnesse in yee Whilst your occasions make yee resident In this place to supply yee love and honour yee Which had I knowne sooner Iohn Noble sir You 'll make my thanks too poore I weare a sword sir And have a service to be still dispos'd of As you shall please command it Petr. Gentle sir That manly courtesie is half my businesse And to be short to make ye know I honour ye And in all points believe your worth like Oracle And how above my friends which are not few And those not slack I estimate your vertues Make your selfe understand This day Petruchio A man that may command the strength of this place Hazzard the boldest spirits hath made choice Onely of you and in a noble office Ioh. Forward I am free to entertaine it Petr. Thus then I doe beseech ye mark me Ioh. I shall doe it Pet. Ferrara's Duke would I might call him worthie But that he has raz'd out from his family As he has mine with Infamie This man Rather this powerfull Monster we being left But two of all our house to stock out memories My Sister and my selfe with arts and witch-crafts Vowes and such oathes heaven has no mercy for Drew to dishonour this weak maid by stealthes And secret passages I knew not of Oft he obtain'd his wishes oft abus'd her I am asham'd to say the rest This purchas'd And his hot bloud allay'd as friends forsake us At a miles end upon our way he left her And all our name to ruine Ioh. This was foule Play And ought to be rewarded so Petr. I hope so He scap'd me yester-night which if he dare Againe adventure for heaven pardon him I shall with all my heart Ioh. For me brave Signior What doe yee intend Petr. Onely faire sir this trust Which from the commendations of this Letter I dare presume well placed nobly to beare him By word of mouth a single challenge from me That man to man if he have honour in him We may decide all difference Ioh. Faire and noble And I will doe it home When shall I visite ye Pet. Please you this after-noon I will ride with yee For at a Castle six mile hence we are sure To finde him Iohn I le be ready Petr. To attend ye My man shall wait with all my Ex. Petr. Enter Fredr John My service shall not faile yee Fred. How now John All 's well who dost thou think this wench is Ghesse and thou canst Fred. I cannot John Be it knowne then To all men by these presents this is she She she and only she our curious coxcombs Were errant two moneths after Fred. Who Constantia Thou talk'st of Cocks and Bulls Ioh. I talke of wenches Of Cocks and Hens Don Frerdick this is the Pullet We two went proud after Fred. It cannot be Iohn It shall be Sister to Don Petruchio I know all man Fred. Now I beleeve Iohn Goe to there has been stirring Fumbling with Linnen Fredrick Fred. 'T is impossible You know her faine was pure as fire Ioh. That pure fire Has melted out her maiden-head she is crackt We have all that hope of our side boy Fred Thou tell'st me To my imagination things incredible I see no loose thought in her Ioh. That 's all one She is loose i th' hilts by heaven but the world must know A faire way upon vow of marriage Fred. There may be such a slip Iohn And will be Fredrick Whil'st the old game 's a foot I feare the boy too Will prove hers too I took up Fred. Good circumstance May cure all this yet Iohn There thou hitst it Fredrick Come let 's walke in and comfort her her being here Is nothing yet suspected anon I le tell thee Wherefore her brother came who by this light Is a brave noble fellow and what honour H 'as done to me a stranger there be Irons Heating for some will histe into their heart blouds Ere all be ended so much for this time Fred. Well sir Exeunt Actus Tertius Scaena prima Eter Land-lady and Peter Land Come ye doe know Pet. I do not by this hand Mistris But I suspect Land What Pet. That if egges continue At this price women wil ne're be sav'd By their good works Land I will know Pet. Yee shall any thing Lyes in my power The Duke of Loraine now Is seven thousand strong I heard it of a fish-wife A woman of fine knowledge Land Sirrah sirrah Pe. The Popes Buls are broke loose too and 't is suspected They
heard of honesty The. Old Gentleman Take a fooles counsell Ar. 'T is a fooles indeed A very fooles thou hast more of These flams in thee these musty doubts Is 't fit the Duke send for me And honour me to eate within his presence And I like a tal fellow play at bo-peep With his pleasure The. Take heed Of bo-peep with your pate your pate sir I speak plain language now Ar. If 't were not here Where reverence bids-me hold I would so swinge thee thou rude Unmanner'd knave take from his bounty His honour that he gives me to beget Sawcy and sullen feares The. You are not mad sure By this faire light I speak But what is whisper'd And whisper'd for a truth Ar. A dog drunken people That in their Pot see visions And turne states mad-men and children Prethee doe not follow me I tell thee I am angrie Doe not follow me The. I am as angrie As you for your heart I and as wilfull too goe like a Wood-cock And thrust your neck i th' noose Ar. I le kill thee And thou speakst but three words more Doe not follow me Exit The. A strange old foolish fellow I shall heare yet And if I doe not my part hisse at me Exit Scaene 5. Enter two Servants preparing a Banquet 1. Ser. Beleeve me fellow here will be lusty drinking Many a washt pate in wine I warrant thee 2 Ser. I am glad the old Generall 's come upon my conscience That joy will make half the Court drunk Hark the Trumpets They are comming on away 1 Ser. Wee 'll have a rowse too Exit Enter Duke Archas Burris Boroskie Attend Gent Duk. Come seat your selves Lord Archas sit you there Ar. 'T is farre above my worth Duke I le have it so Are all things ready Bor. All the Guards are set The Coutt gates shut Duk. Then doe as I prescrib'd yee Be sure no further Bor. I shall well observe ye Du. Come bring some wine here 's to my sister gentlemen A health and mirth to all Ar. Pray fill it full sir 'T is a high health to vertue here Lord Burris A maiden health you are most fit to pledge it You have a maiden soule and much I honour it Passion o' me ye are sad man Du. How now Burris Goe to no more of this Ar. Take the rowse freely 'T will warme your bloud and make ye fit for jollity Your graces pardon when we get a cup sir We old men prate a pace Du. Mirth makes a banquet As you love me no more Bur. I thank your grace Give me it Lord Boroskie Boros. I have ill braines sir Bur. Damnable ill I know it Boros. But I le pledge sir This vertuous health Enter two Servants with Cloaks Bu. The more unfit for thy mouth Du. Come bring out Robes let my guests look nobly Fit for my love and presence begin downward Off with your cloaks take new Ar. Your grace deales truely Like a munificent Prince with your poor subjects Who would not fight for you what cold dull coward Durst seek to save his life when you would aske it Begin a new health in your new adornments The Dukes the Royall Dukes ha what have I got Sir ha the robe of death Duke You have deserv'd it Ar. The livorie of the grave do you start all from me Doe I smell of earth already Sir look on me And like a man is this your entertainment Doe you bid your worthiest guests to bloudy Banquets Enter a Guard A Guard upon me too this is too foule play Boy to thy good thine honour thou wretched Ruler Thou sonne of fooles and flatterers heire of hypocrites Am I serv'd in a hearse that sav'd ye all Are ye men or devills doe ye gape upon me Wider and swallow all my services Entombe them first my faith next then my integritie And let these struggle with your mangy mindes Your sear'd and seal'd up consciences till ye burst Boros. These words are death Ar. No those deeds that want rewards sirrah Those Battells I have fought those horrid dangers Leaner then death and wilder then destruction I have march'd upon these honour'd wounds times story The bloud I have lost the youth the sorrowes suffer'd These are my death these that can ne're be recompenced These that ye sit a brooding on like Toads Sucking from my deserts the sweets and favours And render me no pay againe but poisons Bor. The proud vaine souldier thou hast set Ar. Thou lyest Now by my little time of life lyest basely Malitiously and loudly how I scorne thee If I had sweld the souldier or intended As act in person leaning to dishonour As ye would faine have forced me witnesse heaven Where clearest understanding of all truth is For these are spightfull men and know no piety When Olin came grim Olin when his marches His last Incursions made the City sweat And drove before him as a storme drives Haile Such showrs of frosted fears shook all your heart-strings Then when the Volga trembled at his terrour And hid his seven curl'd heads afraid of bruising By his arm'd horses hoofes had I been false then Or blowne a treacherous fire into the souldier Had but one sparke of villanie liv'd within me Ye 'ad had some shadow for this black about me Where was your souldiership why went not you out And all your right honourable valour with ye Why met ye not the Tartar and defi'd him Drew your dead-doing sword and buckl'd with him Shot through his Squadrons like a fierie Meteor And as we see a dreadfull clap of thunder Rend the stiffe hearted Oakes and tosse their roots up Why did not you so charge him you were sick then You that dare taint my credit slipt to bed then Stewing and fainting with the feares ye had A whorson shaking fit opprest your Lordship Blush Coward knave and all the world hisse at thee Duk. Exceed not my command Exit Bor. I shall observe it Exit Ar. Are you gone too Come weep not honest Burris Good loving Lord no more teares 'T is not his malice This fellowes malice nor the Dukes displeasure By bold bad men crowded into his nature Can startle me fortune ne're raz'd this Fort yet I am the same the same man living dying The same mind to 'em both I poize thus equall Onely the jugling way that told me to it The Judas way to kisse me bid me welcome And cut my throat a little sticks upon me Farewell commend me to his grace and tell him The world is full of servants he may have many And some I wish him honest hee 's undone else But such another doating Archas never So try'd and touch'd a faith farewell for ever Bur. Be strong my Lord you must not go thus lightly Ar. Now what 's to doe what sayes the Law unto me Give me my great offence that speaks me guilty Bor. Laying aside a thousand petty matters As scornes and insolencies both from your selfe and followers Which you
it but with caution But be not seen to talke with me familiarly But at fit distance or not seen at all It were the better you know my Ladies humour Shee is all honour and compos'd of goodnesse As she pretends and you having no businesse How jealous may she grow Leon I will be rul'd But you have promis'd and I must enjoy you Clar. We shall finde time for that you are too hastie Make your selfe fit and I shall make occasion Deliberation makes best in that businesse And contents every way Leon But you must feed This foolish Steward with some shadow of A future favour that we may preserve him To be our instrument Clar. Hang him Leon For my sake sweet I undertook to speak for him any bauble Or slight employment in the way of service Will feed him fat Clar. Leave him to me Enter Malfort Malf. She comes My Lady Clar. I will satisfie her Mal. How far have you prevail'd Leon Observe Clar. Mounsieur Malfort I must be briefe my cousin hath spoke much In your behalfe and to give you some proof I entertaine you as my servant You shall have the grace Leon Upon your knee receive it Clar. And take it a speciall favour from me To tye my shooe Malf. I am ore-joy'd Leon Good reason Clar. You may come higher in time Leon No more the Lady Enter Calista Malf. She frownes Clar. I thanke you for this visit cousin But without leave hereafter from my Lady I dare not change discourse with you Malf. Pray you take your mornings draught Leon I thank you Exeunt Leon Malfort Happinesse attend your honour Calist. Who gave warrant to this private parle Clar. My innocence I hope My conference with a kinseman cannot call Your anger on me Calist. Kinsman Let me have No more of this as you desire you may continue mine Clar. Why Madam under pardon Suppose him otherwise yet comming in A lawfull way it is excusable Calist. How 's this Clar. I grant you are made of purenesse And that your tendernesse of honour holds The soveraigntie o're your passions Yet you have A noble Husband with allow'd embraces To quench lascivious fires should such flame in you As I must ne're believe Were I the wife Of one that could but zanie brave Cleander Even in his least perfections excuse My ore-bold inference I should desire To meet no other object Cal. You grow saucie Doe I look further Clar. No deare Madam and It is my wonder or astonishment rather You could deny the service of Lisandar A man without a rivall one the King And Kingdome gazes on with admiration For all the excellencies a mother could Wish in her onely sonne Cal. Did not mine honour And Obligation to Cleander force me To be deafe to his complaints Clar. 'T is true but yet Your rigor to command him from your presence Argu'd but small compassion the Groves Witnesse his grievous sufferings your faire name Upon the rhinde of every gentle Poplar And amorous Myrtle trees to Venus sacred With adoration carv'd and kneel'd unto This you unseen of him both saw and heard Without compassion and what receiv'd he For his true sorrowes but the heavy knowledge That 't was your peremptory will and pleasure How e're my Lord liv'd in him he should quit Your sight and house for ever Cal. I confesse I gave him a strong potion to worke Upon his hot bloud and I hope 't will cure him Yet I could wish the cause had concern'd others I might have met his sorrowes with more pittie At least have lent some counsell to his miseries Though now for honour sake I must forget him And never know the name more of Lisander Yet in my justice I am bound to grant him Laying his love aside most truely noble But mention him no more this instant houre My brother Lidian new return'd from travaile And his brave friend Clarange long since rivalls For faire and rich Olinda are to heare Her absolute determination whom She pleases to elect see all things ready To entertain 'em and on my displeasure No more words of Lisander Clar. She endures to heare him nam'd by no tongue but her owne How e're she carries it I know she loves him Exit Cal. Hard nature hard condition of poore women That where we are most su'd too we must flye most The trees grow up and mixe together freely The Oke not envious of the sailing Cedart The lustie Vine not jealous of the Ivie Because she clips the Elme the flowers shoot up And wantonly kisse one another hourely This blossome glorying in the others beauty And yet they smell as sweet and look as lovely But we are ty'd to grow alone O honour Thou hard Law to our lives chaine to our freedomes He that invented thee had many curses How is my soule divided O Cleander My best deserving husband O Lisander The truest lover that e're sacrific'd To Cupid against Hymen O mine honour A Tyrant yet to be obey'd and 't is But justice we should thy strict Lawes endure Since our obedience to thee keeps us pure Exit Enter Cleander Lidian and Clarange Clean. How insupportable the difference Of deare friends is the sorrow that I feele For my Lisanders absence one that stampes A reverend print on friendship does assure me You are rivals for a Lady a faire Lady And in the acquisition of her favours Hazard the cutting of that Gordion knot From your first childhood to this present houre By all the tyes of love and amity fastend I am blest in a wife heaven make me thankefull Inferiour to none sans pride I speake it Yet if I were a free-man and could purchase At any rate the certainty to enjoy Lisanders conversation while I liv'd Forgive me my Caliste and the Sexe I never would seeke change Lid. My Lord and brother I dare not blame your choice Lisanders worth Being a Mistris to be ever courted Nor shall our equall suit to faire Olinda Weaken but adde strength to our true affection With zeale so long continued Claran. When we know Whom she prefers as she can choose but one By our so long tride friendship we have vow'd The other shall desist Clea. 'T is yet your purpose But how this resolution will hold In him that is refus'd is not alone Doubtfull but dangerous Enter Malfort Malf. The rich heire is come sir Cleand. Madam Olinda Malf. Yes sir and makes choice After some little conference with my Lady Of this room to give answer to her suitors Cle. Already both look pale between your hopes To win the prize and your despaire to lose What you contended for Lid. No sir I am arm'd Clar. I confident of my interest Cle. I le beleeve ye when you have endur'd the test Enter Caliste Olinda and Clarinda Malf. Is not your garter Unty'd you promis'd that I should grow higher In doing you service Clar. Fall off or you lose mee Exit Malf. Cle. Nay take your place no Paris now sits judge On the
am buried quicke I heare a dog No 't is a cricket ha here 's a cuckold buried Take heed of his horns sir here 's the doore 't is open Clarinda at the doore Whos 's there Lisan. Friend Cla. Sir Lisander Lis. I Clarin. Ye are welcome follow me and make no noise Lis. Go to your horse and keep your watch with care sirah And be sure ye sleep not Ex. Lisan Clarin Lanc. Send me out the dairy-maid To play at trump with me and keep me waking My fellow horse and I now must discourse Like two learned Almanack-makers of the stars And tell what a plentifull year 't wil prove of drunkards If I had but a pottle of Sacke like a sharp prickle To knock my nose against when I am nodding I should sing like a Nightingall but I must Keepe watch without it I am apt to dance Good fortune guide me from the faires circles Exit Enter Clarinda with a Taper and Lisander with a Pistole two Chaires set out Clarin. Come neare Caliste sitting behind a Curtaine I 'le leave ye now draw but that Curtaine And have your wish now Leon I am for thee We that are servants must make use of stoln houres And be glad of snatch'd occasions Exit Lisand. Shee is asleepe Fierce love hath clos'd his lights I may looke on her Within her eyes has lock'd his graces up I may behold and live how sweet she breathes The orient morning breaking out in odors Is not so full of perfumes as her breath is She is the abstract of all excellence and scornes a paralell Cal. Who 's there Lis. Your servant your most obedient slave adored Lady That comes but to behold those eyes againe And pay some vowes I have to sacred beauty And so passe by I am blind as ignorance And know not where I wander how I live Till I receive from their bright influence Light to direct me for devotions sake You are the Saint I tread these holy steps to And holy Saints are all relenting sweetnesse Be not inrag'd nor be not angry with me The greatest attribute of heaven is mercy And 't is the crowne of justice and the glory Where it may kill with right to save with pitty Cal. Why do you kneele I know you come to mock me T' upbraid me with the benefits you have giv'n me Which are too many and too mighty sir For my returne and I confesse 't is justice That for my cruelty you should despise me And I expect however you are calme now A foyle you strive to set your cause upon It will breake out Caliste is unworthy Coy proud disdaine full I acknowledge all Colder of comfort than the frozen North is And more a stranger to Lisanders worth His youth and faith then it becomes her gratitude I blush to grant it yet take this along A soveraigne medicine to allay displeasure May be an argument to bring me off too She is married and she is chaste how sweet that sounds How it perfumes all ayre 't is spoken in O deare Lisander would you breake this union Lis. No I adore it let me kisse your hand And seale the faire faith of a Gentleman on it Cal. You are truly valiant would it not afflict you To have the horrid name of coward touch you Such is the whore to me Lis. I nobly thanke ye And may I be the same when I dishonour ye This I may do againe Kissing her hand Cal. Ye may and worthily Such comforts maids may grant with modesty And neither make her poore nor wrong her bounty Noble Lisander how fond now am I of ye I heard you were hurt Lis. You dare not heale me Lady I am hurt here how sweetly now she blushes Excellent objects kill our sight she blinds me The roses in the pride of May shew pale to her O tyrant custome and O coward honour How ye compell me to put on mine owne chaines May I not kisse ye now in superstition For you appeare a thing that I would kneele to Let me erre that way Kisses her Cal. Ye shall erre for once I have a kind of noble pity on you Among your manly sufferings make this most To erre no farther in desire for then sir Ye adde unto the gratitudes I owe you And after death your deare friends soule shall blesse you Lis. I am wondrous honest Cal. I dare try Kisses Lis. I have tasted a blessednesse too great for dull mortality Once more and let me dye Cal. I dare not murther How will maids curse me if I kill with kisses And young men flye th' embraces of faire virgins Come pray sit down but let 's talke temperately Lis. Is my deare friend a bed Cal. Yes and asleep Secure asleep 't is midnight too Lisander Speake not so loud Lis. You see I am a Statue I could not stand else as I had eaten Ice Or tooke into my bloud a drowzie poyson And natures noblest brightest flame burne in me Midnight and I stand quietly to behold so The alarme rung and I sleep like a coward I am worne away my faith and dull obedience Like crutches carry my decayed body Down to the grave I have no youth within me Yet happily you love too Cal. Love with honour Lis. Honour what 's that 't is but a specious title We should not prize too high Cal. Dearer than life Lis. The value of it is as time has made it And time and custome have too far insulted We are no Gods to be alwaies tyed to strictnesse 'T is a presumption to shew too like 'em March but an houre or two under loves ensignes We have examples of great memories Cal. But foule ones too that greatnesse cannot cover That wife that by example sins sins double And puls the curtaine open to her shame too Me thinkes to enjoy you thus Lis. 'T is no joy Lady A longing bride if she stop here would cry The Bridegroome too and with just cause curse Hymen But yeild a little be one houre a woman I do not speake this to compell you Lady And give your will but motion let it stirre But in the taste of that weake feares call evill Try it to understand it wee 'l do no thing You 'l never come to know pure good else Cal. Fie sir Lis. I have found a way let 's slip into this errour As Innocents that know not what we did As we were dreaming both let us embrace The sin is none of ours then but our fancies What have I said what blasphemie to honour O my base thoughts pray ye take this and shoot me My villaine thoughts Noise within Cal. I weep your miserie and would to heaven-what noise Lis. It comes on louder Kill me and save your selfe save your faire honour And lay the fault on me let my life perish My base lascivious life shoote quickely Lady Cal. Not for the world retire behind the hangings And there stand close my husband close Lisander Clean. Dearest are you well Enter Cleander with a
did not spare The utmost of his strengths and his best care In the reviving it and though his powers Could not as he desired in three short howers Contract the Subject and much lesse expresse The changes and the various passages That will he look'd for you may heare this day Some Scaenes that will confirme it is a play He being ambitious that it should be known What 's good was Fletchers and what ill his owne Epilogue STill doubtfull and perplex'd too whether he Hath done Fletcher right in this Historie The Poet sits within since he must known it He with respect desires that you would shew it By some accustomed signe if from our action Or his indeavours you meet satisfaction With ours he hath his ends we hope the best To make that certainty in you doth rest FINIS THE ISLAND PRINCESSE Actus primus Scaena prima A Bell Rings Enter Pymero Christophero and Pedro Pymero. OPen the Ports and see the watch reliev'd And let the guards be careful of their busines Their vigilant eyes fixt on these Islanders They are false and desperate people when they find The least occasion open to encouragement Cruell and crafty soules beleeve me Gentlemen Their late attempt which is too fresh amongst us In which against all armes and honesty The Governour of Ternata made surprize Of our confederate the King of Tidore As for his recreation he was rowing Betweene both Lands bids us be wise and circumspect Chr. It was a mischiefe suddenly imagin'd And as soone done that Governour 's a feirce knave Unfaithfull as he is feirce too there 's no trusting But I wonder much how such poore and base pleasures As tugging at an oare or skill in steerage Should become Princes Py. Base breeding love base pleasure They take as much delight in a Baratto A little scurvy boate to row her tithly And have the art to turne and wind her nimbly Thinke it as noble too though it be slavish And a dull labour that declines a Gentleman As we Portugalls or the Spaniards do in riding In managing a great horse which is princely The French in Courtship or the dancing English In carrying a faire presence Ped. He was strangely taken But where no faith is there 's no trust he has paid for 't His sister yet the faire and great Quisara Has shewd a noble mind and much love in 't To her afflicted brother and the nobler still it appeares And seasons of more tendernes because his ruine stiles her absolute And his imprisonment adds to her profit Feeling all this which makes all men admire her The warme beames of this fortune that fall on her Yet has she made diverse and noble treaties And propositions for her brothers freedome If wealth or honour Py. Peace peace you are fool'd sir Things of these natures have strange outsides Pedro And cunning shadowes set 'em far from us Draw 'em but neare they are grosse and they abuse us They that observe her close shall find her nature Which I doubt mainly will not prove so excellent She is a Princesse and she must be faire That 's the prerogative of being royall Let her want eyes and nose she must be beautious And she must know it too and the use of it And people must beleeve it they are dam'd else Why all the neighbour Princes are mad for her Chr. Is she not faire then Py. But her hopes are fairer And there 's a haughty Master the King of Bakan That lofty sir that speakes far more and louder In his own commendations then a Cannon He is strucken dumbe with her Ped. Beshrew me she is a sweet one Py. And there 's that hopefull man of Syana That spritely fellow he that 's wise and temperate He is a lover too Chr. Wou'd I were worth her looking For by my life I hold her a compleate one The very Sun I thinke affects her sweetnesse And dares not as he does to all else dye it Into his tauny Livery Py. She dares not see him But keepes her selfe at distance from his kisses And weares her complexion in a case let him but like it A week or two or three she would looke like a Lion But the maine sport on 't is or rather wonder The Governour of Ternata her mortall enemie He that has catcht her brother King is strooke too And is arriv'd under safe conduct also And hostages of worth delivered for him And he brought a letter from his prisoner Whether compel'd or willingly delivered From the poore King or what else dare be in 't Chr. So it be honourable any thing 't is all one For I dare thinke she 'l do the best Py. 'T is certaine He has admittance and sollicites hourely Now if he have the tricke Ped. What trick Py. The true one To take her too if he be but skil'd in bat-fowling And lime his bush right Chr. I 'le be hang'd when that hits For 't is not a compel'd or forc'd affection That must take her I guesse her stout and vertuous But where 's your unckle sir our valiant Captaine The brave Ruy Dias all this while Py. I marry He is amongst 'em too Ped. A Lover Py. Nay I know not that but sure he stands in favour Or wou'd stand stifly he is no Portugall else Chr. The voyce says in good favour in the list too Of the privy woers how cunningly of late I have observ'd him and how privately He has stolne at all houres from us and how readily He has feign'd a businesse to bid the Fort farewell For five or sixe daies or a month together Sure there is something Py. Yes yes there is a thing in 't A thing would make the best on 's all dance after it A dainty thing Lord how this unckle of mine Has read to me and rated me for wenching And told me in what desperate case 't would leave me And how 't would stew my bones Ped. You car'd not for it Py. I faith not much I ventur'd on still easily And tooke my chance danger is a Souldiers honour But that this man this herbe of Grace Ruy Dias This father of our faculties should slip thus For sure he is a ferriting that he That would drinke nothing to depresse the spirit But milke and water eate nothing but thin ayre To make his bloud obedient that his youth In spight of all his temperance should tickle And have a love mange on him Chr. 'T is in him sir But honourable courtship and becomes his ranke too Py. In me 't were abominable Lecherie or would be For when our thoughts are on 't and misse their levell We must hit something Ped. Well is a noble Gentleman And if he be a suitor may he speed in 't Py. Let him alone our family ne're fail'd yet Chr. Our mad Lieutenant still merry Pyniero Thus wou'd he do if the Surgeon were searching of him Ped. Especially if a warme wench had shot him Py. But harke Christophero come hether Pedro When saw you
if you be Gentlemen my Sister My Venus shee 's stolne away Jul. The story changes from our expectation Bust. Help my father the Miller will hang me els god Mars Is a bawdy Villain he said she should ride upon Doves Shee 's horss'd shee 's horss'd whether she will or no Mar. Sure I think hee 's serious Bust. She 's horss'd upon a double Gelding and a Stone-horse in the breech Of her the poor wench cries help and I cry help none Of you will help Jul. Speak is it the show or dost thou bawle Bust. A pox on the Ball my Sister bawls and I bawl Either bridle horse and follow or give me a halter To hang my self I cannot run so fast as a hogge Jul. Wie follow me I 'le fill the Countrey with pursuit But I will find the Thief my House thus abus'd Bust. 'T is my house that 's abus'd the Sister of my flesh and blood oh oh Exeunt 1. Wench T is time we all shift for our selves if this be serious 2. However I 'le be gone 3. And I Exeunt Ant. You need not fright your beauties pretty souls With the least pale complexion of a fear Mar. Juno has better courage and Minerva more discreet Ism. Alas my courage was so counterfeit It might have been struck from me with a feather Juno ne'er had so weak a presenter Am. Sure I was ne'er the wiser for Minerva That I find yet about me Ism. My dwelling Sir 'T is a poor Yeomans roof scarce a league off That never sham'd me yet Ant. Your gentle pardon I vow my erring eyes had almost cast you For one of the most mortal Enemies That our Family has Ism. I 'me forty Sir I am so like your foe 't were fit I hasted From your offended sight Ant. Oh mistake not It was my error and I do confesse it You 'l not beleeve your welcome nor can I speak it But there 's my friend can tell you pray hear him Mar. Shall I tell her Sir I 'me glad of the employment Ant. A kinswoman to that beauty Am. A kin to her Sir But nothing to her Beauty Ant. Do not wrong it 't is not far behind her Am. Her hinder parts are not far off indeed Sir Mar. Let me but kisse you with his ardour now You shall feel how he loves you Ism. Oh forbear 'T is not the fashion with us but would you Perswade me that he loves me Mar, I 'le warrant you He dies in 't and that were witnes enough on 't Ism. Love me Sir can you tell me for what reason Mar. Fy will ye ask me that which you have about you Ism. I know nothing Sir Mar. Let him find it then He constantly beleeves you have the thing That he must love you for much is apparent A sweet and lovely beauty Ism. So Sir Pray you Show me one thing Did he nere love before I know you are his bosome-Counsellor Nay then I see your answer is not ready I 'le not beleeve you if you study farther Mar. Shall I speak truth to you Ism. Or speak no more Mar. There was a smile thrown at him from a Lady Whose deserts might buy him treble and lately He receiv'd it and I know where he lost it In this face of yours I know his heart 's within you Ism. May I know her name Mar. In your ear you may With vow of silence Am. Hee 'l not give over Sir If he speak for you hee 'l sure speed for you Ant. But that 's not the answer to my question Am. You are the first in my virgin-conscence That ere spoke Love to her oh my heart Ant. How doe you Am. Nothing Sir but would I had a better face How well yoor pulse beats Ant. Healthfully does it not Am. It thumps prettily me thinks Ism. Alack I hear it With much pitie how great is your fault too In wrong to the good Lady Mar. You forget The difficult passage hee has to her A hell of feud's between the Families Ism. and that has often Love wrought by advantage To peacefull reconcilement Mar. There impossible Ism. This way 't is worser 't may seed again in her Unto another generation For where poor Lady is her satisfaction Mar. It comes in me to be truth I love her I 'll go no farther for comparison As deer as hee loves you Ism. How if shee love not Mar. Tush be that my pains You know not what art I have those wayes Ism. Beshrow you you have practis'd upon me Well speed me here and you with your Ismenia Mar. Go the condition 's drawn ready dated There wants but your hand to 't Am. Truly you have taken great pains Sir Mar. A friendly part no more sweet Beuty Am. They are happy Sir have such friends as you are But do you know you have done well in this How will his Allyes receive it shee though I say 't Is of no better Blood then I am Mar. There I leave it I 'm at farthest that way Ism. You shall extend your vows no larger now My heart calls you mine own and that 's enough Reason I know would have all yet conceal'd I shall not leave you unsaluted long Either by pen or person Ant. You may discourse With me when you think y' are alone I shall Be present with you Ism. Come Cosen will you walk Am. Alas I was ready long since in conscience You would with better will yet stay behind Ism. Oh Love I never thought thou 'dst bin so blind Mar. You 'll answer this Sir Exeunt Ant. If ere 't be spoke on Enter Julio I purpose not to propound the question Jul. 'T is true the poor knave said some Ravisher Some of Lusts Blood-hounds have seiz'd upon her The Girle is hurried as the divell were with 'em And help'd their speed Mar. It may be not so ill Sir A well prepared Lover may do as much In hot blood as this and perform 't honestly Jul. What steale away a virgin 'gainst her will Mar. It may be any mans case despise nothing And that 's a thiefe of a good quality Most commonly hee brings his theft home again Though with a little shame Jul. There 's a charge by 't Faln upon mee Paris the Millers son Her brother dares not venture home again Till better tidings follow of his sister Ant. Y' are the more beholding to the mischance Sir Had I gone a Boot-haling I should as soon Have stolne him as his sister Marry then To render him back in the same plight he is May be costly his flesh is not maintain'd with little Jul. I think the poor knave will pine away Hee cries all to be pitied yonder Mar. Pray you Sir let 's go see him I should laugh To see him cry sure Jul. Well you are merry Sir Antonio keep this charge I have fears Move me to lay it on you Pray forbear The wayes of your enemies the Bellides I have reason for my Injunction Sir Exeunt Enter Aminta
mine mine onely mine Petill. They are still Pen. Then to keep 'em for ever falling more have at ye heavens ye everlasting powers I am yours The work 's done that neither fire nor age nor melting envie shall ever conquer Carry my last words to the great General kisse his hands and say My soul I give to heaven my fault to justice which I have done upon my self my vertue if ever there was any in poor Penyus made more and happier light on him I faint And where there is a foe I wish him fortune I die lie lightly on my ashes gentle earth Petill. And on my sin Fare-well great Penyus noise within the souldier is in fury Now I am glad 't is done before he comes This way for me the way of toil for thee the way of honour Exit Enter Drusus and Regulus with souldiers Sould. Kill him kill him kill him Dru. What will ye do Reg. Good souldiers honest souldiers Sould. Kill him kill him kill him Dru. Kill us first we command too Reg. Valiant Souldiers consider but whose life ye seek O Drusus bid him be gone he dies else Shall Rome say ye most approved souldiers her dear children devoured the fathers of the fights shall rage and stubborn fury guide those swords to slaughter to slaughter of their own to Civil ruine Dru. O let 'em in all 's done all 's ended Regulus Penyus has found his last eclipse Come Souldiers come and behold your miseries come bravely full of your mutinous and bloody angers and here bestow your darts O onely Romane O father of the Wars Reg. Why stand ye stupid where be your killing furies whose sword now shall first be sheath'd in Penyus do ye weep Howl out ye wretches ye have cause howl ever Who shall now lead ye fortunate whose valour preserve ye to the glory of your Countrey who shall march out before ye coy'd and courted by all the mistrisses of War care counsel quick-ey'd experience and victory twin'd to him who shall beget ye deeds beyond inheritance to speak your names and keep your honours living when children fail and time that takes all with him build houses for ye to oblivion Dru. O ye poor desperate fools no more now souldiers go home and hang your arms up let iust rot 'em and humble your stern valours to soft prayers for ye have sunk the frame of all your vertues the sun that warm'd your bloods is set for ever I 'll kisse thy honour'd cheek Fare well great Penyus thou thunder-bolt fare-well Take up the body to morrow morning to the Camp convey it there to receive due Ceremonies That eye that blindes himself with weeping gets most glory Exeunt with a dead march Scaena Quarta Enter Swetonius Junius Decius Demetrius Curius and Souldiers Bonduca two daughters and Nennius above Drum and Colours Swet. Bring up the Catapults and shake the wall we will not be out-brav'd thus Nen. Shake the earth ye cannot shake our souls Bring up your Rams and with their armed heads make the Fort totter ye do but rock us into death Exit Nennius Jun. See Sir see the Icenian Queen in all her glory from the strong battlements proudly appearing as if she meant to give us lashes Dec. Yeeld Queen Bond. I am unacquainted with that language Roman Swet. Yeeld honour'd Lady and expect our mercie Exit Decius we love thy noblenesse Bond. I thank ye ye say well but mercie and love are sins in Rome and hell Swet. Ye cannot scape our strength ye must yeeld Ladie ye must adore and fear the power of Rome Bond. If Rome be earthly why should any knee with bending adoration worship her She 's vitious and your partiall selves confesse aspires the height of all impietie therefore 't is fitter I should reverence the thatched houses where the Britains dwell in carelesse mirth where the blest houshold gods see nought but chaste and simple puritie 'T is not high power that makes a place divine nor that the men from gods derive their line But sacred thoughts in holy bosoms stor'd make people noble and the place ador'd Swet. Beat the wall deeper Bond. Beat it to the center we will not sink one thought Swet. I 'll make ye Bond. No 2. Dan. O mother these are fearfull hours speak gently Enter Petillius to these fierce men they will afford ye pitie Bond. Pitie thou fearful girl 't is for those wretches that miserie makes tame Wouldst thou live lesse Wast not thou born a Princesse Can my blood and thy brave fathers spirit suffer in thee so base a separation from thy self as mercie from these Tyrants Thou lov'st lust sure and long'st to prostitute thy youth and beautie to common slaves for bread Say they had mercie the divel a relenting conscience the lives of Kings rest in their Diadems which to their bodies lively souls do give and ceasing to be Kings they cease to live Show such another fear and I 'll fling thee to their furie Swet. He is dead then Petill. I think so certainly yet all my means Sir even to the hazzard of my life Swet. No more wee must not seem to mourn here Enter Decius Dec. There 's a breach made is it your will we charge Sir Swet. Once more mercie mercie to all that yeeld Bond. I scorn to answer Speak to him girle and hear thy sister 1. Daugh. Generall hear me and mark me well and look upon me directly in my face my womans face whose onely beautie is the hate it bears ye see with thy narrowest eyes thy sharpest wishes into my soul and see what there inhabits see if one fear one shadow of a terrour one palenesse dare appear but from my anger to lay hold on your mercies No ye fools poor Fortunes fools we were not born for triumphs to follow your gay sports and fill your slaves with hoots and acclamations Petill. Brave behaviour 1 Daugh. The children of as great as Rome as noble our names before her and our deeds her envie must we gild ore your Conquest make your State that is not fairly strong but fortunate No no ye Romanes we have ways to scape ye to make yee poor again indeed our prisoners and stick our triumphs full Petill. 's death I shall love her 1 Daugh. To torture ye with suffering like our slaves to make ye curse our patience wish the world were lost again to win us onely and esteem the end of all ambitions Bond. Do ye wonder we 'll make our monuments in spite of fortune in spight of all your Eagles wings we 'll work a pitch above ye and from our height we 'll stoop as fearlesse of your bloody fears and fortunate as if we prey'd on heartlesse doves Swet. Strange stiffnesse Decius go charge the breach Exit Decius Bond. Charge it home Romane we shall deceive thee else Where 's Nennius Enter Nennius Nen. They have made a mighty breach Bond. Stick in thy body and make it good but half an hour Nen. I 'll do
waite here within this houre I le shew you to the King and he shall like ye And if you can devise some entertainment To fill his mirth such as your Countrey uses Present it and I le see it grac'd After this Comicke Scene we shall imploy you For one must die Sess. What is he sir speak boldly For we dare boldly do Ron. This Ladies husband His name is Virolet Ses. We shall dispatch it Exit Martia Ronvere O damned damned thing a base whore first And then a murtherer I le look to you Bots. Can she be grown so strange Ses. She has an itch I le scratch you my deare daughter I le so claw you I le curry your hot hide married and honour'd And turn those holy blessings into brothels Your beauty into blood I le hunt your hotnesse I le hunt you like a traine Mast. We did all pity her Ses. Hang her she is not worth mans memory She 's false and base and let her fright all stories Wel though thou beest mine enemy I le right thee And right thee Nobly Bots. Faith sir since she must goe Let 's spare as few as may be Ses. We 'l take all And like a torrent sweep the slaves before us You dare endure the worst Mast. You know our hearts sir And they shal bleed the last erst we start from ye Gun We can but die and ere we come to that We shal pick out some few examples for us Ses. Then wait the first occasion and like Curtius I le leap the gulph before you fearlesse leap it Then follow me like men and if our vertues May boy our Countrey up and set her shining In her first state our fair revenges taken We have our Noble ends or else our ashes Exeunt Actus quintus Scaena prima Enter Ascanio and Martin above Mart. As you are Noble keep me from discovery And let me onely run a strangers fortune For when the King shall find I am his daughter He ever holds most ominous and hates most With what eyes can he look how entertain me But with his feares and cruelties Asc. I have found you Suspect not I am bound to what you like best What you intend I dare not be so curious To question now and what you are lies hid here Enter Ferand and Ronvere above The King comes make your fortune I shall joy in 't Ron. All things are ready sir to make you merry And such a King you shall behold him now Fer. I long for 't For I have need of mirth Ron. The Lady sir Fer. Now as I am a King a sprightly beauty A goodly sweet aspect my thanks Ronvere My best thanks on your lips I seale your wishes Be what you can imagine mine and happy And now sit downe and smile come my Ascanio And let this Monarch enter Enter Sess. and Mr. Borisw Gunner and Saylors Rover. These are the Switzers I told your grace of Fer. Goodly promising fellowes With faces to keep fooles in awe I like 'em Goe guard the presence well and doe your duties To morrow I shall take a further view Sess. You shall Sir Or I shall loose my will how the whore 's mounted How she sits thron'd thou blasing muddy meteor That frightest the underworld with lustfull flashes How I shall dash thy flames away no word more Ex. Sess. and his company Florish Cor. Enter Villio Castruchio Doctor and a guard Fer. Now here he comes in glory be merry Masters meat conveyed away A Banquet too Ron. O he must sit in State Sir Asca. How rarely he is usher'd can he thinke now He is a King indeed Ron. Mark but his countenance Cast. Let me have pleasures infinite and to the height And women in abundance many women Enter Ladies I will disport my grace Stand there and long for me What have ye brought me here is this a Feast Fit for a Prince a mighty Prince are these things These preparations ha Doct. May it please your grace Cast. It does not please my grace where are the Marchpanes The Custards double royall and the subtleties Why what weak things are you to serve a Prince thus Where be the delicates o th' earth and ayre The hidden secrets of the Sea am I a Plow-man You pop me up with porridge hang the Cooks Fer. O most Kingly What a majestique anger Cast. Give me some wine Asca. He cooles agen now Cast. Foole where are my Players Let me have all in pomp let 'em play some love matter To make the Ladies itch I 'le be with you anon Ladies You black eyes I 'le be with you Give me some wine I say And let me have a Masque of Cuckolds enter Of mine own Cuckolds And let 'em come in peeping and rejoycing Just as I kisse their wives and somewhat glorying Some wine I say then for an excellent night-peece To shew my glory to my loves and minions I will have some great Castle burnt Vil. Harke you brother If that be to please these Ladies tenne to one The fire first takes upon your own look to that Then you may shew a night peece Cast. Where 's this wine Why shall I choak doe yee long all to be tortur'd Doct. Here Sir Cast. Why what is this why Doctor Wine and water Sir Doct. 'T is Soveraign for your heat you must endure it Vil. Most excellent to coole your nigh-peece Sir Doct. You are of a high and cholericke complexion And you must have allayes Cast. Shall I have no sheere wine then Doct. Not for a world I tender your deare life Sir And he is no faithfull Subject Vil. No by no meanes Of this you may drinke and never hang nor quarter Nor never whip the fool this liquors mercifull Cast. I will sit down ahd eat then Kings when th' are hungry May eat I hope Doct. Yes but they eat discreetly Cast. Come taste this dish and cut me liberally I like sauce well Doct. Fie 't is too hot Sir Too deeply season'd with the spice away with 't You must acquaint your stomack with those diets Are temperately nourishing Cast. But pray stay Doctor And let me have my meat agen Doct. By no meanes I have a charge concerns my life Cast. No meat neither Doe Kings never eat Doctor Doct. Very little Sir And that too very choice Vil. Your King never sleeps Brother He must not sleep his cares still keep him waking Now he that eats and drinkes much is a dormouse The third part of a wafer is a weeks diet Cast. Appoint me something then Doct. There Cast. This I feel good But it melts too suddainly yet how that gone too take away Ye are not mad I charge you Doct. For your health Sir A little quickens nature much depresses Cast. Eat nothing for my health that 's a new dyet Let me have something something has some savour Why thou uncourteous Doctor shall I hang thee Doct. 'T is better Sir then I should let you surfet My death were nothing Vil. To loose
poyson but a sleeping potion Which she received yet of sufficient strength So to bind up her sences that no signe Of life appeard in her and thus thought dead In her best habit as the custome is You know in Malta with all ceremonies She 's buried in her families monument In the Temple of St. Iohn I 'le bring you thither Thus as you are disguisd some six howers hence The potion will leave working Roc. Let us haste then Discover Tombe Mount Be my good angel guid me Abd. But remember You keep your Oath Mount As I desire to prosper In what I undertake Abd. I ask no more Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Miranda Norandine and Collonna Col. Here sir I have got the Key I borrowd it Of him that keeps the Church the door is open Mir. Look to the horses then and please the fellow After a few devotions I 'le retire Be not far off there may be some use of ye Give me the light come friend a few good prayers Were not bestowd in vaine now even from you sir Men that are bred in blood have no way left 'em No bath no purge no time to weare it out Or wash it off but penitence and prayer I am to take the order and my youth Loaden I must confesse with many follies Circled and bound about with sins as many As in the house of memory live figures My heart I 'le open now my faults confesse And rise a new man heaven I hope to a new life Nor. I have no great devotion at this instant But for a prayer or two I will not out sir Hold up your finger when you have praid enough Mir. Go you to that end Nor. I shall ne'r pray alone sure I have bin so us'd to answer the Clerk would I had a cushion for I shall ne'r make a good Hermit and knee till my knees are horn these stones are plaguy hard where shal I begin now for if I do not observe a method I shall be out presently Ori. Oh oh Nor. What 's that sir did ye heare Mir. Ha to your prayers Nor. 'T was here abouts t' has put me clean awry now I shall ne'r get in again ha by Land And water all children and all women I there it was I left Ori. Oh oh Nor. Never tell me sir Here 's something got amongst us Mir. I heard a groane A dismall one Ori Oh Oh Nor. Here t is here sir 't is here sir A devill in the wall Mir. T is some illusion To fright us from devotion Ori Oh oh Nor. Why t is here The spirit of a huntesman choakd with butter Her 's a new tomb new trickments too Mir. For certaine This has not bin three dayes here Nor. And a Tablet With rimes upon 't Mir. I prethee read 'em Norandine Nor. An Epi and Epi taff I think 't is I 't is taff an Epitaff Upon the most excell excell lent and Mir. Thou canst not read Nor. I have spoild mine eyes with gunpowder Mir. An Epitaph upon the most vertuous and excellent Lady The honor of Chastity Oriana Nor. The grand masters sister how a devil came she here When slipt she out o th' way the stone 's but half upon her Mir. T is is a sodain chang certain the mischiefe Mountferrat offerd to her broak her heart-strings Nor. Would he were here I would be the clerk my self And by this little light I would bury him alive here Her 's no lamenting now Ori. Oh oh Nor. There t is Mir. Sure from the monument the very stone groanes for her Oh deer Lady blessing of women vertue of thy sex How art thou set for ever how stolne from us Babling and prating now converse with women Nor. Sir it rises it looks up She rises up Mir. Heaven blesse us Nor. It is in womans cloathes it rises higher Mir. It looks about and wonders sure she lives sir T is she t is Oriana t is that Lady Nor. Shall I go to her Ori. Where am I Mir. Stand still Ori. What place is this Nor. She is as live as I am Ori. What sinell of earth and rotten bones what dark place Lord whether am I carried Nor. How she stares And sets her eyes upon him Mir. How is 't deer Lady Do you know me how she shakes Ori. You are a man Mir. A man that honours you Ori. A cruell man Ye are all cruell are you in your grave too For ther 's no trusting cruell man above ground Nor. Byr' Lady that goes hard Mir. To do your service And to restore ye to the joyes you were in Ori. I was in joyes indeed and hope Mir. She sincks againe Again she is gon she is gon gon as a shadow She sinks for ever friend Nor. She is cold now She is certainly departed I must cry too Mir. The blessed angels guide thee put the stone too Beauty thou art gon to dust goodnesse to ashes Nor. Pray take it well we must all have our houres sir Mir. I thus we are and all our painted glory A buble that a boy blowes in toth ' ayre And there it breaks Nor. I am glad ye sav'd her honour yet Mir. Would I had sav'd her life now too oh heaven For such a blessing such a timely blessing O friend what deer content 't would be what story To keep my name from wormes Oria Oh oh Nor. She lives again 'T was but a trance Mir. Pray ye call my man in presently Help with the stone first oh she stirs againe Oh call my man away Nor. I fly I fly sir Mir. Upon my knees O heaven O heaven I thank thee The living heat steales into every member En. Colonn Come help the Coffin out softly and sodainly Norand VVhere is the Clerk Col. Drunk above he is sure sir Mir. Sirah you must be secret Col. As your soule sir Mir. Softly good friend take her into your armes Nor. Put in the crust againe Mir. And bring her out there when I am a horseback My man and I will tenderly conduct her Unto the Fort slay you and watch what issue And what inquirie 's for the body Nor. Well sir Mir. And when ye have done come back to me Nor. I will Mir. Softly oh softly Nor. She growes warmer still sir Col. What shall I do with Key Mir. Thou canst not stir now Leave it i th' door go get the horses ready Exeunt Roc. The door 's already open the Key in it En. Rocca Mountferrat Abdella With a dark lanthorn Mount What were those past by Roc. Some scout of Souldiers I think Mount It may be well so for I saw their horses They saw not us I hope Abd. No no we were close Beside they were far off Mount What time of night is 't Abd. Much about twelve I think Roc. Let me go in first For by the leaving open of the door here There may be some body in the Church give me the Lanthorne Abd. You 'l love me now I hope Mount Make
Is not thy Master strangely fallen when thou Servest for no wages but for charity Thou dost surcharge me with thy plenteous love The goodnesse of thy vertue shown to me More opens still my disability To quit thy pains Credit me loving boy A free and honest nature may be opprest Tir'd with curtesies from a liberall spirit When they exceed his means of gratitude Ver. But t is a due in him that to that end Extends his love or duty Mont. Little world Of vertue why dost love and follow me Ver. I will follow you through all Countries I le run fast as I can by your horse side I le hold your stirrop when you doe alight And without grudging waite till you returne I le quit offerd meanes and expose my selfe To cold and hunger still to be with you Fearlesse I le travell through a wildernesse And when you are weary I will lay me down That in my bosome you may rest your head Where whilst you sleep I le watch that no wild beast Shall hurt or trouble you and thus we 'l breed a story To make every hearer weep When they discourse our fortunes and our loves Mont. Oh what a scoffe might men of Wormes make If they did know this boy but my desire Is that thou wouldest not as thou usest still When like a servant I 'mong servants sit Waite on my Trencher fill my cups with wine Why shouldst thou doe this boy prethee consider I am not what I was Ver. Curst be the day when I forget that Montague was my Lord or not remember him my Master still Mont. Rather curse me with whom thy youth hath spent So many houres and yet untaught to live By any worldly qualitie Ver. Indeed you never taught me how to handle Cards To cheat and coz in men with oathes and lies Those are the wordly qualities to live Some of our Scarlet Gallants teach their boyes These worldly qualities Since stumbling fortune then leaves vertue thus Let me leave fortune ere be vicious Mont. Oh lad thy love will kill me Ver. In truth I think in conscience I shall die for you Good Master weep not doe you want aught sir Will you have any money here 's some Silver And here 's a little Gold 't will serve to play And put more troublesome thoughts out of your mind I pray sir take it I le get more with singing And then I le bring it you my Lady ga 't me And it was not covetousnesse But I forgot to tell you sooner on 't Mont. Alasse boy thou art not bound to tell it me And lesse to give it buy thee Scarfes and Garters And when I have money I will give thee a Sword Nature made thee a beauteous Cabinet To lock up all the godnesse of the Earth Enter Charlote Ver. I have lost my voyce with the very sight of this Gentlewoman good sir steale away you were wont to be a curious avoyder of womens company Mont. Why boy thou darst trust me any where darst thou not Ver. I had rather trust you by a roaring Lyon then a ravening woman Mont. Why boy Ver. Why truly she devoures more mans flesh Mont. I But she roares not boy Ver. No sir why she is never silent but when her mouth is full Charl. Mounsier Montague Mont. My sweet fellow since you please to call me so Ver. Ah my conscience she would be pleased well enough to call you bedfellow oh Master do not hold her by the hand so a woman is a lyme-bush that catcheth all she toucheth Charl. I do most dangerously suspect this boy to be a wench art thou not one come hither let me feele thee Ver. With all my heart Charl. Why dost thou pull off thy glove Ver. Why to feele whether you be a boy or no Charl. Fie boy goe too I le not looke your head nor combe your locks any more if you talke thus Ver. Why I le sing to you no more then Charl. Fie upon 't how sad you are a young Gentleman that was the very Sunne of France Mont. But I am in the eclipse now Charl. Suffer himselfe to be over-run with a Lethargy of melancholy and discontent rouze up thy spirit man and shake it off A Noble soule is like a ship at Sea That sleepes at Anchor when the Ocean 's calme But when she rages and the wind blows high He cuts his way with skill and Majesty I would turn a foole or Poet or any thing or marry to make you merry prethee let 's walke good Veramour leave thy Master and me I have earnest businesse with him Ver. Pray doe you leave my Master and me we were very merry before you came he does not covet womens companie What have you to do with him come sir will you goe And I le sing to you again I'faith his mind is stronger then to credit womens vows and too pure to be capable of their loves Charl. The boy is jealous sweet lad leave us my Lady call'd for you I sweare that 's a good child there 's a piece of Gold for thee go buy a Feather Ver. There 's two pieces for you do you goe and buy one or what you will or nothing so you goe Nay then I see you would have me go sir why 'faith I will now I perceive you love her better then you doe me but God blesse you whatever you do or intend I know you are a very honest man Exit Charl. Still shall I woe thee whilst thy eares reply I cannot or I will not marry thee Why hast thou drawn the blood out of my cheekes And given a quicker motion to my heart Oh thou hast bred a fever in my veines Call'd love which no Physitian can cure Have mercy on a maid whose simple youth Mont. How your example fairest teacheth me A ceremonious Idolatry kneels By all the joy of love I love thee better Then I or any man can tell another And will expresse the mercy which thou crav'st I will forbeare to marry thee consider Thou art natures heire in feature and thy parents In faire inheritances rise with these thoughts And look on me but with a womans eye A decayd fellow voyd of means and spirit Charl. Of spirit Mont. Yes could I tamely live Forget my fathers blood waite and make legs Staine my best breeches with the servile drops That fall from others draughts Charl. This vizard wherewith thou wouldst hide thy spirit Is perspective to shew it plainlier This under-value of thy life is but Because I should not buy thee what more speaks Greatnesse of man then valiant patience That shrinks not under his fates strongest strokes These Roman deaths as falling on a Sword Opening of veines with poyson quenching thirst Which we erroneously doe stile the deeds Of the heroicke and magnanimous man Was dead-eyd cowardise and white cheeke feare Who doubting tyranny and fainting under Fortunes false Lottery desperately runne To death for dread of death that soules most stout That bearing all
Till with the wonder they have wak't your justice And forc't ye feare our curses as we yours Enter Theanor Crates with Vizards My shame still followes me and still proclames me He turnes away in scorne I am contemned too A more unmanly violence then the other Bitten and flung away What ere you are Sir you that have abus'd me and now most basely And sacrilegiously rob'd this faire Temple I fling all these behinde me but looke upon me But one kinde loving look be what ye will So from this hower you will be mine my Husband And you his hand in mischiefe I speake to you too Counsell him nobly now you know the mischief The most unrighteous act he has done perswade him Perswade him like a friend knock at his Conscience Till faire Repentance follow yet be worthy of me And shew your self if ever good thought guided ye You have had your foul will make it yet fair with marriage Open your self and take me wed me now Draws his Dagger More fruits of Villany your Dagger come Ye are mercifull I thank ye for your medicine Is that too worthy too Enter the rest disguis'd Devill thou with him Thou penny Bawd to his Lust will not that stir thee Do you work by tokens now Be sure I live not For your owne safeties knaves I will sit patiently But as ye are true Villaines the Devills owne servants And those he loves and trusts make it as bloody An Act of such true horrour Heaven would shake at 'T will shew the braver goodnesse hold my hope fast And in thy mercies looke upon my ruines And then I am right my eyes grow dead and heavy Enter sixe disguis'd singing and dancing to a horrid Musick and sprinkling water on her face Wrong me no more as ye are men The. She is fast Cra. Away with her Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Agenor and Gentlemen with Torches Ag. Now Gentlemen the time 's come now t' enjoy That fruitfull happinesse my heart has long'd for This day be happy call'd and when old Time Brings it about each yeare crown'd with that sweetnesse It gives me now see every man observe it And laying all aside beares shew of businesse Give this to joy and triumph How sits my cloaths 1 Gent. Handsome and wondrous well Sir Ag. Do they shew richly For to those curious eyes even beauty envies I must not now appeare poore or low fashion'd Me thinks I am younger then I was farre younger And such a promise in my bloud I feele now That if there may be a perpetuall youth Bestowed on man I am that soule shall win it Do's my haire stand well Lord how ill-favourdly You have drest me to day how baldly why this Cloke 2 Gent. Why 't is the richest Sir Ag. And here ye have put me on A paire of Breeches look like a paire of Bagpipes 1 Gent. Beleeve Sir they shew bravely Ag. Why these Stockings 2 Gent Your Legg appeares Ag. Peuh I would have had 'em peach collour All young and new about me and this Scarfe here A goodly thing you have trickt me like a Puppet 1 Gent. I le undertake to rig forth a whole Navie And with lesse labour then one man in love They are never pleas'd 2 Gent. Me thinks he lookes well 1 Gent. Well As man can looke as handsome now do I wonder He found not fault his Nose was put on ugly Or his Eyes lookt too gray and rayle at us They are the waywards things these Lovers 2 Gent. All will be right When once it comes to th' push 1 Gent. I would they were at it For our owne quiet sake Ag. Come wait upon me And beare your selves like mine my friends and nobly Ex. Scaena Tertia Enter Theanor Crates and Erates bringing Merione Erat. This is her Brothers Doore Cra. There lay her downe then Lay her along she is fast still Ser. As forgetfulnesse Cra. Be not you stirr'd now but away to your Mother Give all attendance let no staine appeare Of feare or doubt in your face carry your selfe confidently The. But whither runs your drift now Cra. When she wakes Either what 's done will shew a meere dreame to her And carry no more credit or say she finde it Say she remember all the circumstances Twenty to one the shapes in which they were acted The horrours and the still affrights we shew'd her Rising in wilder figures to her memory Will run her mad and no man ghesse the reason If all these faile and that she rise up perfect And so collect her selfe beleeve this Sir Not knowing who it was that did this to her Nor having any power to ghesse the thing done too Being the utter undoing of her Honour If it be knowne and to the worlds eye publish'd Especially at this time when Fortune courts her She must and will conceale it nay forget it The woman is no Lucrece get you gone Sir And as you would have more of this sport feare not The. I am confirm'd farewell Cra. Farewell away Sir Disperse your selves and as you love his favour And that that crowns it Gold no tongues amongst ye You know your charge this way goes no suspition Exeu. Enter Agenor and Leonides with two Gent. with Lights Ag. You are stirring early Sir Leo. It was my duty To wait upon your Grace Ag. How fares your Sister My beauteous Mistris what is she ready yet Leo. No doubt she 'l lose no time Sir yong Maids in her way Tread upon thornes and think an houre an age Till the Priest has done his part that theirs may follow I saw her not since yesterday i th' evening But Sir I am sure she is not slack beleeve me Your grace will finde a loving soule Ag. A sweet one And so much joy I carry in the thought of it So great a happinesse to know she is mine Beleeve me noble Brother that to expresse it Me thinkes a Tongue 's a poore thing can do nothing Imagination lesse who 's that that lies there Leo. Where Sir Ag. Before the doore it lookes like a woman Leo. This way I came abroad but then there was nothing One of the Maids o're-watch'd belike Ag. It may be Leo. But me thinks this is no fit place to sleep in 1 Gent. 'T is sure a woman Sir she has Jewels on too She feares no foule play sure Leo. Bring a Torch hither Yet 't is not perfect day I should know those Garments Ag. How sound she sleepes Leo. I am sorry to see this Ag. Do you know her Leo. And you now I am sure Sir Ag. My Mistris how comes this Enter Queen Theanor Beliza Euphanes Neanthes attendants Leo. The Queene and her traine Quee. You know my pleasure Eup. And will be most carefull Quee. Be not long absent the suit you preferr'd Is granted Nea. This fellow mounts apace and will Towre o're us like a Falcon Quee. Good morrow to ye all why stand ye wondring Enter the house Sir and bring out your Mistris You must
fight with ye The sacred name of friend tyes up that anger Rather I le study Sil. Do to be a friend still Cla. If this way I shall never hold Sil. I le watch ye And if I catch ye false by Heaven ye dye for 't All love forgot Cla. When I feare that I am fit for 't Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Lopez at a Table with jewels and money upon it an Egge rosting by a Candle Lop. Whilst prodigall yong gaudy Fools are banqueting And launching out their states to catch the giddy Thus do I study to preserve my fortune And hatch with care at home the wealth that Saints me Here 's Rubies of Bengala rich rich glorious These Diamonds of Ormus bought for little Here vented at the price of Princes Ransomes How bright they shine like constellations The South seas treasure here Pearle faire and orient Able to equall Cleapatra's Banket Here chaines of lesser stones for Ladies lustres Ingotts of Gold Rings Brooches barrs of Silver These are my studies to set off in sale well And not in sensuall surfeits to consume 'em How rosts mine egg he heats apace I le turne him Penurio where you knave do you wait Penurio You lazie knave Pen. Did you call Sir Lop. Where 's your Mistris What vanity holds her from her attendance Pen. The very sight of this egge has made him cockish What would a dozen butter'd do She is within Sir Lop. Within Sir at what thrift ye knave what getting Pen. Getting a good stomack Sir she knew where to get meat to it She is praying heartily upon her knees Sir That Heaven would send her a good bearing dinner Lop. Nothing but gluttony and surfeit thought on Health flung behinde had she not yesternight sirrah Two Sprats to supper and the oyle allowable Was she not sick with eating Hadst not thou Thou most vngratefull knave that nothing satisfies The water that I boyl'd my other egge in To make thee hearty broth Pen. 'T is true I had Sir But I might as soone make the Philosophers Stone on 't You gave it me in water and but for manners sake I could give it you againe in wind it was so hearty I shall turne pissing Conduit shortly my Mistris comes Sir Enter Isabella Lop. Welcome my Dove Isab. Pray ye keep your welcome to ye Unlesse it carries more then words to please me Is this the joy to be a Wife to bring with me Besides the noblenesse of blood I spring from A full and able portion to maintaine me Is this the happinesse of youth and beauty The great content of being made a Mistris To live a Slave subject to wants and hungers To jealousies for every eye that wanders Unmanly jealousie Lop. Good Isabella Isab. Too good for you do you think to famish me Or keep me like an Almes-woman in such rayment Such poore unhandsome weeds am I old or ugly I never was bred thus and if your misery Will suffer wilfull blindnesse to abuse me My patience shall be no Bawd to mine owne ruine Pen. Tickle him Mistris to him Isab. Had ye love in ye Or any part of man Pen. Follow that Mistris Isab. Or had humanity but ever knowne ye You would shame to use a woman of my way thus So poore and basely you are strangly jealous of me If I should give ye cause Lop. How Isabella Isab. As do not venture this way to provoke me Pen. Excellent well Mistris Lop. How 's this Isabella Isab. 'T will stir a Saint and I am but a woman And by that tenure may Lop. By no meanes Chicken You know I love ye fie take no example By those young gadding Dames you are noted vertuous That stick their Husbands wealth in trifles on 'em And point 'em but the way to their owne miseries I am not jealous kisse me I am not And for your diet 't is to keep you healthfull Surfits destroy more then the sword that I am carefull Your meat should be both neat and cleanly handled See Sweet I am Cook my selfe and mine owne Cater Pen. A of that Cook cannot lick his fingers Lop. I le adde another dish you shall have Milke to it 'T is nourishing and good Pen. With Butter in 't Sir Lop. This knave would breed a famine in a Kingdom And cloths that shall content ye you must be wise then And live sequestred to your selfe and me Not wandring after every toy comes crosse ye Nor strooke with every spleene what 's the knave doing Penurio Pen. Hunting Sir for a second course of flyes here They are rare new Sallads Lop. For certaine Isabella This ravening fellow has a Woolf in 's belly Untemperate knave will nothing quench thy appetite I saw him eat two Apples which is monstrous Pen. If you had given me those ' thad bin more monstrōs Lop. 'T is a maine miracle to feed this villaine Come Isabella let us in to Supper And think the Romane dainties at our Table 'T is all but thought Exeunt Pen. Would all my thoughts would do it The Devill should think of purchasing that Egge-shell To vittle out a Witch for the Burmoothes 'T is treason to any good stomack living now To heare a tedious Grace said and no meat to 't I have a Radish yet but that 's but transitory Exit Scena Tertia Enter Soto Soto Can any living man unlesse a Rascall That neither knowes himselfe nor a fashion'd Gentleman Take me for a worse man then my Master now I am naturally proud in these cloths but if pride now Should catch a fall in what I am attempting 'T is but a Proverb sound and a Neck broken That 's the worst can come on 't a Gentleman 's gone then A Gentleman o th' first house there 's the end on 't My Master lyes most pittifully complaining Wringing and kicking up toth ' eares in love yonder And such a lamentable noyse he keepes it kills me I have got his cloths and if I can get to her By hooke or crooke here such a song I le sing her I think I shall be hang'd but that 's no matter What 's a hanging among friends I am valiant now as an Elephant What 's a hanging among friends I am valiant now as an I have consider'd what to say too let me see now This is the place 't is plaguy high stay at that lower window Let me ayme finely now like a good Gunner It may prove but a whipping Enter Silvio Sil. I saw some-body Passe by me now and though it were dark me thought yet I knew the clothes ha let me not be cozen'd The Ladder too ready to fling it monstrous 'T is he 't is Claudio most voluptuous villaine Scandall to womans credit Love I forget thee Soto What will he do i th' name of heaven what 's that there Sil. And all the friendship that I bore thee bury here Soto What has he in 's hand I hope but a Cudgell Sil. Thy fault 's forgive O Heaven farewell thou
the end of our ambitions Of all our humane studies and our travells Of our desires the obtaining of our wishes Certaine it is and there man makes his Center I have obtain'd Enanthe I have married her Can any fortune keep me from injoying her Enter Sorano I have my wish what 's left me to accuse now I am friends with all the world but thy base malice Go glory in thy mischiefes thou proud man And cry it to the world thou hast ruin'd vertue How I contemne thee and thy petty malice And with what scorne I looke downe on thy practice Sor. You 'l sing me a new Song anon Valerio And wish these hot words Val. I despise thee fellow Thy threats or flatteries all I fling behinde me I have my end I have thy noble Sister A name too worthy of thy blood I have married her And will injoy her too Sor. 'T is very likely Val. And that short moneth I have to blesse me with her I le make an age I le reckon each embrace A yeare of pleasure and each night a Jubilee Every quick kisse a Spring and when I meane To lose my selfe in all the delightfulnesse Twenty sweet Summers I will tye together In spight of thee and thy malignant Master I will dye old in love though young in pleasure Sor. But that I hate thee deadly I could pitty thee Thou art the poorest miserable thing This day on earth I le tell thee why Valerio All thou esteemest and build'st upon for happinesse For joy for pleasure for delight is past thee And like a wanton dreame already vanisht Val. Is my love false Sor. No she is constant to thee Constant to all thy misery she shall be And curse thee too Val. Is my strong body weakn'd Charm'd or abus'd with subtle drink speak villaine Sor. Neither I dare speake thou art still as lusty As when thou lovsdst her first as strong and hopefull The month thou hast given thee is a month of misery And where thou think'st each hower shall yeeld a pleasure Looke for a killing paine for thou shalt finde it Before thou dyest each minute shall prepare it And ring so many knells to sad afflictions The King has given thee a long moneth to dye in And miserably dye Val. Undo thy Riddle I am prepar'd what ever fate shall follow Sor. Dost thou see this Ring Val. I know it too Sor. Then marke me By vertue of this Ring this I pronounce to thee 'T is the Kings will Val. Let me know it suddenly Sor. If thou dost offer to touch Evanthes body Beyond a kisse though thou art married to her And lawfully as thou think'st may'st injoy her That minute she shall dye Val. O Devill Sor. If thou discover this command unto her Or to a friend that shall importune thee And why thou abstainest and from whose will ye all perish Upon the self-same forfeit are ye fitted Sir Now if ye love her ye may preserve her life still If not you know the worst how falls your month out Val. This tyranny could never be invented But in the schoole of Hell earth is too innocent Not to injoy her when she is my wife When she is willing too Sor. She is most willing And will run mad to misse but if you hit her Be sure you bit her home and kill her with it There are such women that will dye with pleasure The Axe will follow else that will not faile To fetch her Maiden-head and dispatch her quickly Then shall the world know you are the cause of Murther And as 't is requisite your life shall pay for 't Val. Thou dost but jest thou canst not be so monstrous As thou proclaim'st thy selfe thou art her Brother and there must be a feeling heart within thee Of her afflictions wert thou a stranger to us And bred amongst wilde rocks thy nature wilde too Affection in thee as thy breeding cold And unrelenting as the rocks that nourisht thee Yet thou must shake to tell me this they tremble When the rude sea threatens divorce amongst 'em They that are sencelesse things shake at a tempest Thou art a man Sor. Be thou too then 't will try thee And patience now will best become thy noblenesse Val. Invent some other torment to afflict me All if thou please put all afflictions on me Study thy braines out for 'em so this be none I care not of what nature nor what cruelty Nor of what length Sor. This is enough to vex ye Val. The tale of Tantalus is now prov'd true And from me shall be registred Authentick To have my joyes within my armes and lawfull Mine owne delights yet dare not touch Even as thou hatest me Brother let no young man know this As thou shalt hope for peace when thou most needest it Peace in thy soule desire the King to kill me Make me a traitor any thing I le yeeld to it And give thee cause so I may dye immediatly Lock me in Prison where no Sun may see me In walls so thick no hope may ere come at me Keep me from meat and drink and sleep I le blesse thee Give me some damned potion to deliver me That I may never know my selfe againe forget My Country kindred name and fortune last That my chaste love may never appeare before me This were some comfort Sor. All I have I have brought ye And much may it do ye with it my deare Brother See ye observe it well you will finde about ye Many eyes set that shall o're-looke your actions If you transgresse ye know and so I leave ye Val. Heaven be not angry and I have some hope yet And when you please and how allay my miseries Enter Frederick To whom I kneele be mercifull unto me Looke on my harmelesse youth Angels of pitty And from my bleeding heart wipe off my sorrowes The power the pride the malice and injustice Of cruell men are bent against mine innocence You that controwle the mighty wills of Princes And bow their stubborne armrs look on my weaknesse And when you please and how allay my miseries Exit Fred. Hast thou been with him Sor. Yes and given him that Sir Will make him curse his Birth I told ye which way Did you but see him Sir but look upon him With what a troubled and dejected nature He walkes now in a mist with what a silence As if he were the shrowd he wrapt himselfe in And no more of Valerio but his shadow He seekes obscurity to hide his thoughts in You would wonder and admire for all you know it His jollity is downe valed to the ground Sir And his high hopes of full delights and pleasures Are turn'd tormenters to him strong diseases Fred. But is there hope of her Sor. It must fall necessary She must dislike him quarrell with his person For women once deluded are next Devills And in the height of that opinion Sir You shall put on againe and she must meet ye Fred. I am glad
of this Sor. I le tell ye all the circumstance Within this houre but sure I heard your Grace To day as I attended make some stops Some broken speeches and some sighs between And then your Brothers name I heard distinctly And some sad wishes after Fred. Ye are i' th right Sir I would he were as sad as I could wish him Sad as the earth Sor. Would ye have it so Fred. Thou hearest me Though he be sick with small hope of recovery That hope still lives and mens eyes live upon it And in their eyes their wishes my Soram Were he but cold once in the tombe he dotes on As 't is the fittest place for melancholly My Court should be another Paradice And flow with all delights Sor. Go to your pleasures let me alone with this Hope shall not trouble ye nor he three dayes Fred. I shall be bound unto thee Enter Valerio Camillo Cleanthas Menallo Sor. I le do it neatly too no doubt shall catch me Fred. Be gone they are going to bed I le bid good night to 'em Sor. And mark the man you 'le scarce know 't is Valerio Exit Cam. Cheere up my noble Lord the minutes Come You shall injoy the abstract of all sweetnesse We did you wrong you need no wine to warme ye Desire shoots through your eyes like sudden wild-fires Val. Beshrew me Lords the wine has made me dull I am I know not what Fred. Good pleasure to ye Good night and long too as you finde your appetite Yon may fall too Val. I do beseech your Grace For which of all my loves and services Have I deserved this Fred. I am not bound to answer ye Val. Nor I bound to obey in unjust actions Fred. Do as you please you know the penalty And as I have a soule it shall be executed Nay look not pale I am not used to feare Sir If you respect your Lady good night to ye Exit Val. But for respect to her and to my duty That reverent duty that I owe my Soveraigne Which anger has no power to snatch me from The good night should be thine good night for ever The King is wanton Lords he would needs know of me How many nick chases I would make to night Men. My Lord no doubt you 'l prove a perfect gamester Val. Faith no I am unacquainted with the pleasure Bungle a set I may how my heart trembles And beats my breast as it would breake his way out Good night my noble friends Cle. Nay we must see you toward your bed my Lord Val. Good faith it needs not 'T is late and I shall trouble you Cam. No no till the Bride come Sir Val. I beseech you leave me You will make me bashfull else I am so foolish Besides I have some few devotions Lords And he that can pray with such a book in 's armes Cam. Wee 'l leave ye then and a sweet night wait upon ye Men. And a sweet issue of this sweet night crown ye Cle. All nights and dayes be such till you grow old Sir Exeunt Lords Val. I thank ye 't is a curse sufficient for me A labour'd one too though you meane a blessing What shall I do I am like a wretched Debtor That has a summe to tender on the forfeit Of all he is worth yet dare not offer it Other men see the Sun yet I must wink at it And though I know 't is perfect day deny it My veines are all on fire and burne like Aetna Youth and desire beat larums to my blood And adde fresh fuell to my warme affections I must injoy her yet when I consider When I collect my selfe and weigh her danger The Tyrants will and his powre taught to murther My tender care controlls my blood within me And like a cold fit of a peevish Ague Creepes to my soule and flings an Ice upon me Enter Queene Evanthe Ladies and Foole That locks all powres of youth up but prevention O what a blessednesse 't were to be old now To be unable bed-rid with diseases Or halt on Crutches to meet holy Hymen What a rare benefit but I 'am curst That that speakes other men most freely happy And makes all eyes hang on their expectations Must prove the bane of me youth and ability She comes to bed how shall I entertaine her Ton. Nay I come after too take the foole with ye For lightly he is ever one at Weddings Quee. Evanthe make ye unready our Lord staies for ye And prethee be merry Ton. Be very merry Chicken Thy Lord will pipe to thee anon and make thee dance too Lady Will he so good-man asse Ton. Yes goody filly And you had such a Pipe that piped so sweetly You would dance to death you have learnt your sinque a pace Evan. Your Grace desires that that is too free in me I am merry at the heart Ton. Thou wilt be anon the young smug Boy will give thee a sweet cordiall Evan. I am so taken up in all my thoughts So possest Madam with the lawfull sweets I shall this night partake of with my Lord So far transported pardon my immodesty Val. Alas poore wench how shall I recompence thee Evan. That though they must be short and snatcht away too E're they grow ripe yet I shall far prefer 'em Before a tedious pleasure with repentance Val. O how my heart akes Evan. Take off my Jewells Ladies And let my Ruffe loose I shall bid good night to ye My Lord staies here Quee. My wench I thank thee heartily For learning how to use thy few houres hansomly They will be yeares I hope off with your Gowne now Lay downe the bed there Ton. Shall I get into it and warme it for thee a Fooles fire is a fine thing And I 'll so busse thee Quee. I le have ye whipt ye rascall Ton. That will provoke me more I le talke with thy husband He 's a wise man I hope Evan. Good night deare Madam Ladies no further service I am well I do beseech your Grace to give us this leave My Lord and I to one another freely And privately may do all other Ceremonies Women and Page wee 'l be to one another And trouble you no farther Ton. Art thou a wise man Val. I cannot tell thee Tony aske my neighbours Ton. If thou beest so go lye with me to night The old foole will lye quieter then the young one And give thee more sleep thou wilt looke to morrow else Worse then the prodigall foole the Ballad speakes of That was sqeez'd through a horne Val. I shall take thy counsell Quee. Why then good night good night my best Evanthe My worthy maid and as that name shall vanish A worthy wife a long and happy follow sirra Evan. That shall be my care Goodnesse rest with your Grace Quee. Be lusty Lord and take your Lady to ye And that power that shall part ye be unhappy Val. Sweet rest unto ye to ye all sweet Ladies Tony good night
Nay the most staid and knowing what is woman The greatest aym of perfectnesse men liv'd by The most true constant lover of his wedlock Such a still blowing beauty earth was proud of Loose such a noble wife and wilfully Himselfe prepare the way nay make the rape Did ye not tell me so Max. T is true Eudoxa Eud. Lay desolate his deerest peece of friendship Break his strong helme he steerd by sinke that vertue That valour that even all the gods can give us Without whom he was nothing with whom worthiest Nay more arive at Cesar and kill him too And for my sake either ye love too deerly Or deeply ye dissemble Sir Max. I doe so And till I am more strengthend so I must doe Yet would my joy and wine had fashiond out Some safer lye Can these things be Eudoxa And I dissemble Can there be but goodnesse And onely thine deer Lady any end Any imagination but a lost one Why I should run this hazard O thou vertue Were it to doe againe and Valentinian Once more to hold thee sinfull Valentinian In whom thou wert set as pearles are in salt Oysters As Roses are in ranck weeds I would find Yet to thy sacred selfe a deerer danger The God's know how I honour thee Eud. What love Sir Can I returne for this but my obedience My life if so you please and t is too little Max. T is too much to redeem the world Eud. From this houre The sorrowes for my dead Lord faryewell My living Lord has dride ye And in token As Emperor this day I honor ye And the great caster new of all my wishes The wreath of living Lawrell that must compasse That sacred head Eudoxa makes for Cesar I am me thinkes too much in love with fortune But with you ever Royall Sir my maker The once more Summer of me meere in love Is poore expression of my doting Max. Sweetest Eud. Now of my troth ye have bought me deere Sir Max. No Had I at losse of mankinde Enter a Messenger Eud. Now ye flatter Mess. The Senat waites your Grace Max. Let 'em come on And in a full forme bring the ceremony This day I am your servant deere and proudly I le weare your honoured favour Eud. May it prove so Exeunt Scaen. 7. Enter Paulus and Lycippus Lyc. Is your Grace done Pau. T is done Lyc. Who speakes Pau. A Boy Lyc. A dainty blew Boy Paulus Pau. Yes Lyc. Have ye viewed The worke above Pau. Yes and all up and ready Lyc. The Empresse does you simple honour Paulus The wreath your blew Grace must present she made But harke ye for the Souldiers Pau. That 's done too I le bring 'em in I warrant ye Lyc. A Grace too Pau. The same Grace serves for both Lyc. About it then I must to 'th Cupbord and bee sure good Paulus Your Grace be fasting that he may hang cleanly If there should need an other voice what then Paul I le hang an other Grace in Lyc. Grace be with ye Exeunt Scaen. 2. Enter in state Maximus Eudoxa with Souldiers and Gentlemen of Rome the Senators and Rods and Axes borne before them A Synnet with Trumpets With a Banket prepard with Hoboies Musicke Song wreath Sen. Semp. 3. Haile to thy imperiall honour sacred Cesar And from the old Rome take these wishes You holy gods that hitherto have held As justice holds her Ballance equall poysd This glory of our Nation this full Roman And made him fit for what he is confirme him Looke on this Son ô Iupiter our helper And Romulus thou Father of our honour Preserve him like thy selfe just valiant noble A lover and increaser of his people Let him begin with Numa stand with Cato The first five yeares of Nero be his wishes Give him the age and fortune of Emelius And his whole raigne renew a great Augustus SONG Honour that is ever living Honor that is ever giving Honour that sees all and knowes Both the ebbs of man and flowes Honour that rewards the best Sends thee thy rich labours rest Thou hast studied still to please her Therefore now she calls thee Cesar Chorus Hayle hayle Caesar hayle and stand And thy name out live the Land Noble fathers to his browes Bind this wreath with thousand vows All Stand to eternity Max. I thank ye fathers And as I rule may it stil grow or wither Now to the bancket ye are all my guests This day be liberall friends to wine we give it And smiling pleasures Sit my Queen of beauty Fathers your places These are faire Wars Souldiers And thus I give the first charge to ye all You are my second sweet to every cup I adde unto the Senat a new honour And to the sonnes of Mars a donative SONG God Lizus ever young Ever honourd ever sung Staind with bloud of lusty Grapes In a thousand lusty shapes Dance upon the Mazers brim In the Crimson liquor Swim From thy plenteous hand divine Let a River runne with Wine God of youth let this day here Enter neither care nor feare Boy Bellonia's seed the glory of old Rome Envie of conquerd Nations nobly come And to the fulnesse of your warlike noyce Let your feete move make up this houre of joyes Come come I say range your faire Troop at large And your by measure turne into a charge Semp. The Emperor 's growne heavie with his wine Affr. The Senat staies Sir for your thanks Semp. Great Cesar Eud. I have my wish Affr. Wil t please your Grace speake to him Eud. Yes but he will not heare Lords Semp. Stir him Lucius the Senat must have thankes 2. Sen. Luc. Your Grace Sir Cesar Eud. Did I not tell you he was well he 's dead Semp. Dead treason guard the Court let no man passe Souldiers your Cesars murdred Eud. Make no tumult Nor arme the Court ye have his killer with ye And the just cause if ye can stay the hearing I was his death That wreath that made him Cesar Has made him earth Sold. Cut her in thousand peeces Eud. Wise men would know the reason first to die Is that I wish for Romans and your swords The heaviest way of death yet Souldiers grant me That was your Empresse once and honour by ye But so much time to tell ye why I killd him And waigh my reasons well if man be in you Then if ye dare doe cruelly condemne me Affr. Heare her ye noble Romans T is a woman A subject not for swords but pitty Heaven If she be guilty of malitious murder H 'as given us lawes to make example of her If only of revenge and bloud hid from us Let us consider first then execute Semp. Speake bloudy woman Eud. Yes This Maximus That was your Cesar Lords and noble Souldiers And if I wrong the dead heaven perish me Or speake to wyn your favours but the truth Was to his Country to his friends and Cesar A most malitious Traytor Semp. Take heed woman Eud. I speake not
and curiously set forth To draw in riotous guests a thing exposd To every Ruffians rude assault and subject For a poore salary to a rich mans lust Though made up of diseases Caesar. Will you end yet Claris. And this a Mistris for Albertus sonne One that I should call sister Caesar. Part not with Your modesty in this violent heate the truth is For you shall be my Confessor I love her But vertuously report that gives her out Only for faire and adds not she is chast Detracts much from her for indeed she is Though of a low condition composd Of all those graces dames of highest birth Though rich in natures bounties should be proud of But leave her and to you my neerest care My dearest best Clarissa Doe not think For then you wrong me I wish you should live A barren Virgin life I rather ayme at A noble husband that may make you mother Of many children one that when I know him Worth your embraces I may serve and sue to And therefore scorne not to acquaint me with That man that happy man you please to favour Claris. I ever purposd it for I will like With your allowance Cesar. As a pawne of this Receive this ring but ere you part with it On any tearmes be certaine of your choice And make it knowne to me Enter Servants with lights Alberto Baptista Mariana Mentivole Claris. You have my hand for 't Cesar. Which were it not my sisters I should kisse With too much heate Claris. My Father and his guests Sir Alber. O my old friend my tryde friend my Baptista These dayes of rest and feasting sute not with Our tougher natures those were golden ones Which were enjoyd at Sea that 's our true Mother The Land 's to us a stepdame there we sought Honour and wealth through dangers yet those dangers Delighted more then their rewards though great ones And worth the undertakers here we study The Kitchin arts to sharpen appetite Dulde with abundance and dispute with Heaven If that the least puffe of the rough Northwinde Blast our times burthen rendring to our Palats The charming juice lesse pleasing whereas there If we had bisket powderd flesh fresh water We thought them Persian delicates and for musicke If a strong gale but made the maine yard cracke We dancde to the lowd minstrell Baptist. And feard lesse So far we were in love with noble action A tempest then a calme Alber. T is true Baptista There there from mutuall aydes lent to each other And vertuous emulation to exceed In manly daring the true schoole of friendship We learnt those principles which confirmd us friends Never to be forgot Baptist. Never I hope Albor. We were married there for bells the roring Cannon A loud proclaimd it lawfull and a prize Then newly tane and equally divided Servd as a dowry to you then stild my wife And did enable me to be a husband Fit to encounter so much wealth though got With bloud and horror Maria. If so got t is fit Sir Now you possesse it that you should enjoy it In peace and quiet I your sonne and daughter That reape the harvest of your winters labour Though debtors for it yet have often trembled When in way of discourse you have related How you came by it Alber. Trembled how the softnesse Of your sex may excuse you I le not argue But to the world how ere I hold thee noble I should proclaime this boy some cowards bastard And not the Image of Albertus youth If when some wishd occasion calls him forth To a brave tryall one weake artery Of his should show a feaver though grim death Put on a thousand dreadfull shapes to fright him The Elements the sea and all the windes We number on our compasse then conspiring To make the Scaen more ghastly I must have thee Sirra I must If once you graple with An enemies ship to boord her though you see The desperat Gunner ready to give fire And blow the deck up or like Cesars Souldiour Thy hands like his cut off hang by the teeth And die undanted Maria. I even dye to heare you My sonne my lov'd Cesario runne such hazards Blesd Saints forbid it you have done enough Already for one family that rude way I le keep him safe at home and traine him up A compleat Courtier may I live to see him By sweet discourse and gracious demeanor Winne and bring home a faire wife and a rich T is all I rest ambitious of Alber. A Wife As if there were a course to purchase one Prevailing more then honourable action Or any Intercessors move so farre To take a Mistris of a noble spirit As the true fame of glorious victories Achievd by sweat and bloud ô the brave dames Of warlike Genoa they had eyes to see The inward man and only from his worth Courage and conquests the blind Archer knew To head his shafts or light his quenched torch They were proofe against them else No Carpet Knight That spent his youth in groves or pleasant bowers Or stretching on a Couch his lazy limbes Sung to his Lute such soft and melting notes As Ovid nor Anacreon ever knew Could work on them nor once bewitch their sense Though he came so perfumd as he had robd Sabaea or Arabia of their wealth And stord it in one sute I still remember And still remember it with joy Baptista When from the resceu of the Genoa fleete Almost surprizd by the Venetian Gallies Thou didst returne and wert receivd in triumph How lovely in thy honord wounds and scars Thou didst appeare what worlds of amorous glances The beauties of the City where they stood Fix'd like so many of the fairest starrs Shot from their windowes at thee how it firde Their blouds to see the Enemies captive streames Borne through the streets nor could chast Juliana The Dukes faire Neece though garded with their greatnesse Resist this gallant charge but laying by Disparity of fortune from the object Yeelded her selfe thy prisoner Bap. Pray you chuse some other theame Mari. Can there be one more pleasing Bap. That triumph drew on me a greater torture And t is in the remembrance little lesse Then ever Captive sufferd Mari. How to gaine the favour of so great a Lady Bap. Yes since it prov'd fatall t' have bin happy Madam Adds to calamity nad the heavie losse Of her I durst not hope for once injoyd Turnes what you thinke a blessing to a curse Which griefe would have forgotten Alber. I am sorry I touchd upon it Maria. I burne rather Sir With a desire to heare the story of your loves and shall receave it as a favour Which you may grant Bap. You must not be denyde Yet with all brevity I must report it T is true faire Iuliana Genoas pride Enamord of my actions likd my person Nor could I but with joy meet her affection Since it was lawfull for my first wife dead We were closly married and for some few months
and at my pleasure I can dispeople ye can blow you and your cattell out o' th' Countrey but fear me and have favour Come go along with me and I will hear your Songs and perhaps like 'em 3. Sh. I hope you will Sir Get. 'T is not a thing impossible Perhaps I 'll sing my self the more to grace ye and if I like your women 3. Sh. We 'll have the best Sir handsom young Girls Get. The handsomer the better Enter Delphia May bring your wives too 't will be all one charge to ye for I must know your Families Del. 'T is well said 't is well said honest friends I know ye are hatching some pleasurable sports for your great Landlord fill him with joy and win him a friend to ye and make this little Grange seem a large Empire let out with home-contents I 'll work his favour which daily shall be on ye 3. Sh. Then we 'll sing daily and make him the best Sports Del. Instruct 'em Geta and be a merry man again Get. Will ye lend me a divell that we may daunce a while Del. I 'll lend thee two and Bag-pipes that shall blow alone Get. I thank ye but I 'll know your divels of a cooler complexion first Come follow follow I 'll go sit and see ye Exeunt Enter Diocles and Drusilla Dell. Do and be ready an hour hence and bring 'em for in the Grove you 'll find him Dio. Come Drusilla the partner of my best contents I hope now you dare beleeve me Dru. Yes and dare say to ye I think ye now most happie Dio. You say true Sweet for by my I find now by experience Content was never Courtier Dru. I pray ye walk on Sir the cool shades of the Grove invite ye Dio. O my Deerest When man has cast off his ambitious Greatnesse and sunk into the sweetnesse of himself built his foundation upon honest thoughts not great but good Desires his daily servants how quietly he sleeps how joyfully he wakes again and looks on his possessions and from his willing labours feeds with pleasure Here hangs no Comets in the shapes of Crowns to shake our sweet contents nor here Drusilla Cares like Eclipses darken our endeavours we love here without rivals kisse with innocence our thoughts as gentle as our lips our children the double heirs both of our forms and faiths Dru. I am glad ye make this right use of this sweetnesse this sweet retirednesse Dio. 'T is sweet indeed love and every circumstance about it shews it How liberal is the spring in every place here the artificial Court shews but a shadow a painted imitation of this glory Smell to this flower here Nature has her excellence let all the perfumes of the Empire passe this the carefull'st Ladies cheek shew such a colour they are gilded and adulterate vanities And here in Povertie dwells noble Nature What pains we take to cool our wines to allay us Musick belowe and bury quick the fuming god to quench us methinks this Crystal Well Ha! what strange musick 't is underneath sure how it stirs and joys me how all the birds set on the fields redouble their odoriferous sweets Heark how the ecchoes Enter a Spirit from the Well Drus. See Sir those flowers from out the Well spring to your entertainment Enter Delphia Dio. Blesse me Dru. Be not afraid 't is some good Angel that 's come to welcom ye Del. Go neer and hear son Song Dio. O mother thank ye thank ye this was your will Del. You shall not want delights to blesse your presence Now ye are honest all the Stars shall honour ye Enter shepherds and dancers Stay here are Countrey-shepherds here is some sport too and you must grace it Sir 't was meant to welcom ye a King shall never feel your joy Sit down son A dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses Pan leading the men Ceres the maids Hold hold my Messenger appears leave off friends leave off a while and breathe Dio. What news ye are pale mother Del. No I am careful of thy safety son be not affrighted but sit still I am with thee Enter Maximinian Aurelia Souldiers And now dance out your dance Do you know that person Be not amaz'd but let him shew his dreadfullest Max. How confident he sits amongst his pleasures and what a chearful colour shews in 's face and yet he sees me too the Souldiers with me Aur. Be speedie in your work you will be stopt else and then you are an Emperour Max. I will about it Dio. My Royal Cousin how I joy to see ye you and your Royal Empresse Max. You are too kinde Sir I come not to eat with ye and to surfeit in these poor Clownish pleasures but to tell ye I look upon ye like my Winding-sheet the Coffin of my Greatnesse my my Grave for whilst you are alive Dio. Alive my Cousin Max. I say Alive I am no Emperour I am nothing but mine own disquiet Dio. Stay Sir Max. I cannot stay The Souldiers doat upon ye I would fain spure ye but mine own securitie compels me to forget you are my Uncle compels me to forget you made me Caesar for whilst you are remembred I am buried Dio. Did not I make ye Emperour dear Cousin the free gift from my special grace Del. Fear nothing Dio. Did not I chuse this povertie to raise you that Royal woman gave into your arms too bless'd ye with her bright beautie gave the souldier the souldier that hung to me fix'd him on ye gave ye the worlds command Max. This cannot help ye Dio. Yet this shall ease me Can ye be so base Cousin so far from Noblenesse so far from nature as to forget all this to tread this Tie out raise to your self so soul a monument that every common foot shall kick asunder must my blood glue ye to your peace Max. It must Uncle I stand too loose else and my foot too feeble you gone once and their love retir'd I am rooted Dio. And cannot this removed poor state obscure me I do not seek for yours nor enquire ambitiously after your growing Fortunes Take heed my kinsman ungratefulnesse and blood mingled together will like two furious Tides Max. I must sail thorow 'em let 'em be Tides of death Sir I must stem up Dio. Hear but this last and wisely yet consider Place round about my Grange a Garison that if I offer to exceed my limits or ever in my common talk name Emperour ever converse with any greedie souldier or look for adoration nay for courtesie above the days salute Think who has fed ye think Cousin who I am Do ye slight my misery Nay then I charge thee nay I meet thy crueltie Max. This cannot serve prepare Now fall on souldiers and all the treasure that I have Thunder and Lightning Sould. The earth shakes we totter up and down we cannot stand Sir me thinks the mountains tremble too 2 Sould. The flashes how thick and hot they
come we shall be burn'd all Del. Fall on Souldiers you that sell innocent blood fall on full bravely Sould. We cannot stir Del. You have your libertie so have you Lady One of you come do it A hand with a Bolt appears above Do you stand amaz'd Look ore thy head Maximinian look to thy terrour what over-hangs thee nay it will nail thee dead look how it threatens thee the Bolt for vengeance on ungrateful wretches the Bolt of innocent blood read those hot characters and spell the will of heaven Nay lovely Lady you must take part too as spur to ambition Are ye humble Now speak my part 's ended Does all your glory shake Max. Hear us great Uncle good and great Sir be pitiful unto us belowe your feet we lay our lives be merciful begin you heaven will follow Aur. Oh it shakes still Max. And dreadfully it threatens We acknowledge our base and foul intentions Stand between us for faults confess'd they say are half forgiven We are sorry for our sins Take from us Sir that glorious weight that made us swell that poison'd us that masse of Majestie I laboured under too heavie and too mighty for my manage that my poor innocent days may turn again and my minde pure may purge me of these curses by your old love the blood that runs between us The hand taken in Aur. By that love once ye bare to me by that Sir that blessed maid enjoys Dio. Rise up dear Cousin and be your words your judges I forgive ye great as ye are enjoy that greatnesse ever whilst I mine own Content make mine own Empire Once more I give ye all learn to deserve it and live to love your Good more then your Greatnesse Now shew your loves to entertain this Emperour my honest neighbours Geta see all handsom Your Grace must pardon us our house is little but such an ample welcom as a poor man and his true love can make you and your Empresse Madam we have no dainties Aur. 'T is enough Sir we shall enjoy the riches of your goodnesse Sould. Long live the good and gracious Dioclesian Dio. I thank ye Souldiers I forgive your rashnesse And Royal Sir long may they love and honour ye Drums march afar off What Drums are those Del. Meet 'em my honest son they are thy friends Charinus and the old Souldiers that come to rescue thee from thy hot Cousin But all is well and turn all into welcoms two Emperours you must entertain now Dio. O dear mother I have will enough but I want room and glory Del. That shall be my care Sound your pipes now merrily and all your handsom sports Sing 'em full welcoms Dio. And let 'em know our true love breeds more stories and perfect joys then Kings do and their glories Exeunt FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF BONDUCA Actus primus Scaena prima Enter Bonduca Daughters Hengo Nennius Souldiers Bon. THe hardy Romanes O ye gods of Britain the rust of Arms the blushing shame of souldiers are these the men that conquer by inheritance the Fortune-makers these the Julians Enter Caratach that with the Sun measure the end of Nature making the world but one Rome and one Caesar Shame how they flee Caesars soft soul dwells in 'em their mothers got 'em sleeping pleasure nurst 'em their bodies sweat with sweet oils loves allurements not lustie Arms Dare they send these to seek us these Romane Girls Is Britain grown so wanton Twice we have beat 'em Nennius scatter'd 'em and through their big-bon'd Germans on whose Pikes the honour of their actions sit in triumph made Themes for songs to shame 'em and a woman a woman beat 'em Nennius a weak woman a woman beat these Romanes Car. So it seems A man would shame to talk so Bon. Who 's that Car. I Bon. Cousin do you grieve my fortunes Car. No Bonduca if I grieve 't is the bearing of your fortunes you put too much winde to your sail Discretion and hardie Valour are the twins of Honour and nurs'd together make a Conquerour divided but a talker 'T is a truth that Rome has fled before us twice and routed a truth we ought to crown the gods for Lady and not our tongues A truth is none of ours nor in our ends more then the noble bearing for then it leaves to be a vertue Lady and we that have been Victors beat our selves when we insult upon our honours subject Bon. My valiant Cousin is it foul to say what liberty and honour bid us do and what the gods allow us Car. No Bonduca so what we say exceed not what we do Ye call the Romanes fearful fleeing Romanes and Romane Girls the lees of tainted pleasures does this become a doer are they such Bon. They are no more Car. Where is your Conquest then why are your Altars crown'd with wreathes of flowers the beasts with gilt horns waiting for the fire the holy Druides composing songs of everlasting life to Victory Why are these triumphs Lady for a May-game for hunting a poor herd of wretched Romanes is it no more shut up your Temples Britains and let the Husband-man redeem his heifers put out our holy fires no Timbrel ring let 's home and sleep for such great overthrows a Candle burns too bright a sacrifice a Glow-worms tail too full a flame O Nennius thou hadst a noble Uncle knew a Romane and how to speak him how to give him weight in both his fortunes Bon. By I think ye doat upon these Romanes Caratach Car. Witnesse these wounds I do they were fairly given I love an enemy I was born a souldier and he that in the head on 's Troop defies me bending my manly body with his sword I make a Mistris Yellow-tressed Hymen ne'er ty'd a longing Virgin with more ioy then I am married to that man that wounds me and are not all these Romane Ten struck Battels I suckt these honour'd scars from and all Romane ten yeers of bitter nights and heavie marches when many a frozen storm sung thorow my Curasse and made it doubtful whether that or I were the more stubborn metal have I wrought thorow and all to try these Romanes Ten times a night I have swom the Rivers when the stars of Rome shot at me as I floated and the billows tumbled their watry ruines on my shoulders charging my batter'd sides with troops of Agues and still to try these Romanes whom I found and if I lye my wounds be henceforth backward and be you witnesse gods and all my dangers as ready and as full of that I brought which was not fear nor flight as valiant as vigilant as wise to do and suffer ever advanced as forward as the Britains their sleeps as short their hopes as high as ours I and as subtil Lady 'T is dishonour and follow'd will be impudence Bonduca and grow to no belief to taint these Romance Have not I seen the Britains Bond. What Car. Dishearted run run Bonduca not the quick