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A20076	The pleasant comedie of old Fortunatus As it was plaied before the Queenes Maiestie this Christmas, by the Right Honourable the Earle of Nottingham, Lord high Admirall of England his seruants.; Old Fortunatus	Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632.	1600 (1600)	STC 6517; ESTC S105256	51,702	90

would most sléepe Eccho a poxe on thée for mocking me Eccho a poxe on thée for mocking me Fortunat. Why so Snip snap this warre is at an end but this wildernesse is world without end to sée how trauell can transforme my teeth are turn'd into Nut crackers a thousand to one I breake out shortly for I am full of nothing but waxing kernels my tongue speakes no language but an Almond for Parrat and cracke me this Nut If I hop thrée daies more vp and downe this cage of Coockooes nests I shall turne wilde man sure and be hyred to throw Squibs among the Cōminaltie vpon some terrible day In the meane time to tell truth here will I lie Farwell foole Eccho farwell foole Fort. Are not these comfortable words to a wise man All haile Signior trée by your leane I le sléepe vnder your leaues I pray bow to me and I le bend to you for your backe and my browes must I doubt haue a game or two at Noddie erre I wake againe downe great heart downe Hey ho well well He lyes downe and sleepes Enter a Gardiner a Smith a Monke a Shepheard all crown'd a Nimph with a Globe another with Fortunes wheele then Fortune After her fowre Kings with broken Crownes and Scepters chained in siluer Giues and led by her The foremost come out singing Fortune takes her Chaire the Kings lying at her feete shee treading on them as shee goes vp The Song Fortune smiles cry holyday Dimples on her chéekes doe dwell Fortune frownes cry wellada Her loue is heauen her hate is hell Since heauen and hell obey her power Tremble when her eyes doe lowre Since heauen and hell her power obey When shée smiles crie holy day Holy-day with ioy we cry And bend and bend and merily Sing Hymnes to Fortunes deitie Sing Hymnes to Fortunes deitie All Let vs sing merrily merrily merrily With our song let heauen resound Fortunes hands our heads haue crown'd Let vs sing merrily merrily merrily 1. King Accursed Quéene of chaunce what had we done Who hauing sometimes like young Phaetons Ryd in the burnisht Charriot of the Sun And sometimes béene thy minions when thy fingers Wean'd wanton loue-nets in our curled hayre And with swéete iugling kisses warm'd our chéekes Oh how haue we offended thy proud eyes That thus we should be spurnd and trod vpon Whilst those infected limmes of the sicke world Are fixt by thée for starres in that bright Sphere Where in our Sunne like Radiance did appeare All the Kings Accursed Quéene of chaunce damn'd sorceresse The rest Most powr'full Quéene of chaunce dread soueraignnesse Fort. No more curse on your cries to me are Musicke And fill the sacred roundure of mine eares With tunes more swéete then mouing of the Spheres Curse on on our celestiall browes doe sit Un numbred smiles which then leaps from their throne When they sée Peasants daunce and Monarches groane Behold you not this Globe this golden bowle This toy cal'd worlde at our Imperiall féete This world is Fortunes ball wherewith she sports Sometimes I strike it vp into the ayre And then create I Emperours and kings Sometimes I spurne it at which spurne crawles out That wild beast multitude curse on you fooles T is I that tumble Princes from their thrones And gild false browes with glittering diadems T is I that tread on neckes of Conquerours And when like Semi-gods they haue béene drawne In Iuorie Charriots to the capitoll Circled about with wonder of all eyes The shouts of euery tongue loue of all hearts Being swolne wit their own greatnesse I haue prickt The bladder of their pride and made them die As water bubbles without memorie I thrust base cowards into Honours chaire Whilst the true spirited Souldiour stands by Bare headed and all bare whilst at his skarres They skoffe that nere durst view the face of warres I set an Idéots cap on vertues head Turne learning out of doores clothe wit in ragges And paint ten thousand Images of Leame In gawdie silken colours on the backes Of Mules and Asses I make asses ride Onely for sport to see the Apish world Worship such beasts with sound idolatrie This Fortune does and when this is done She sits and smiles to heare some curse her name And some with adoration crowne her fame Monck True center of this wide circumference Sacred commaundresse of the destinies Our tongues shall onely sownd thy excellence The rest Thy excellence our tongues shall onely sound The second King Thou painted strumpet that with honied smiles Openest the gates of heauen and criest Come in Whose glories being séene thou with one frowne In pride lower then hell tumblest vs downe All Kings Euer for euer wil we banne thy name Fort. How swéete your howlings rellish in mine eares Stand by now rise behold here lies a wretch She comes downe To vex your soules this begger I le aduaunce Beyond the sway of thought take instruments And let the raptures of choice Harmonie Through the hollow windings of his eare Musicke a while and he waketh Carrie their sacred sounds wake each sence To stand amaz'd at our bright Eminence Fortunat. Oh how am I transported Is this earth Or blest Elizium Fortune Fortunatus rise Fort. Dread Goddesse how should such a wretch as I Be knowne to such a glorious deitie Oh pardon me for to this place I come Lead by my fate not folly in this wood With wearie sorrow haue I wandered And thrée times séene the sweating Sun take rest And thrée times franticke Cynthia naked ride About the rustie high-waies of the skies Stucke full of burning Starres which lent her light To Court her Negro paramour grim night Fortune This trauell now expires yet from this circle Where I and these with fairie troopes abide Thou canst not stir vnlesse I be thy guide I the worlds Empresse am Fortune my name This hand hath written in thicke leaues of stéele An euerlasting booke of changelesse Fate Showing whoo 's happie who vnfortunate Fort. I feuerie name dread Quéene be there writ down I am sure mine stands in Caracters of blacke Though happines her selfe lie in my name I am sorrowes heire and eldest sonne to shame The Kings No we are sons to shame and sorrowes heires Fortune Thou shalt be one of Fortunes minions Behold these foure chain'd like Tartarian slaues These I created Emperours and Kings And these are now my basest vnderlings This sometimes was a Germane Emperour Henry the fift who being first depos'd Was after thrust into a dungeon And thus in siluer chaines shall rot to death This Frederick Barbarossa Emperour Of Almaine once but by Pope Alexander Now spurn'd and trod on when he takes his horse And in these fetters shall he die his slaue This wretch once wore the diademe of Fraunce Lewes the méeke but through his childrens pride Thus haue I caused him to be famished Here stands the verie soule of miserie Poore Basazet old Turkish Emperour And once the greatest Monarch in the East Fortune

stop'st the tide of my true teares True griefe is dumbe though it hath open eares Andel. Yet God send my griefe a tongue that I may haue good vtterance for it Sob on brother mine whilst you sigh there I le sit read what Storie my father has written here They both fall asleepe Fortune and a companie of Satyres enter with Musicke and playing about Fortunatus body take them away They gone Saddow enters running Shad. I can get none I can find none where are you master Haue I tane you napping and you too I sée sorrowes eye-lids are made of a Dor-mouse skin they seldome open or of a misers purse that 's alwaies shut So ho master Andel. Shaddow why how now what 's the matter Shad. I can get none Sir t is impossible Amp. What is impossible what canst not get Shad. No helpe for my old master Andel. Hast thou béene all this while calling for helpe Sha. Yes sir he scornd all Famagosta when he was in his huffing and now hee lies puffing for wind they say they scorne him Amp. The poyson of their scorne infects not him He wants no helpe Sée where he breathles lies Brother to what place haue you borne his body Andel. I beare it I toucht it not Amp. Nor I a leaden slumber prest mine eyes Shad. Whether it were lead or lattin that haspt downe those winking casements I knowe not but I found you both snorting Amp. And in that sléepe me thought I heard the tunes Of sullen passions apt for Funerals And saw my Fathers liuelesse body borne By Satyres O I feare that deitie Hath stolne him hence that Snudge his destinie And. I feare hée s rysen againe didst not thou méete him Shad. I sir doe you thinke this white and red durst haue kist my swéete chéekes if they had séene a ghost But master if the destinies or Fortune or the Fates or the Fayries haue stolne him neuer indite them for the Felonie for by this meanes the charges of a Tombe is sau'd and you being his heyres may doe as many rich Executors doe put that money in your purses and giue out he dyed a begger Andel. Away you Roague my Father die a begger I le build a Tombe for him of massie Gold Shad. Me thinkes master it were better to let the memory of him shine in his owne vertues if hée had any than in Alablaster Andel. I shall mangle that Alablaster face you whore son vertuous vice Shad. He has a Marble heart that can mangle a face of Alablaster Andel. Brother come come mourne not our Father is but slept to agrée with Charon for his boate hyre to Elizium Sée here 's a Storie of all his trauels this booke shall come out with a new Addition I le treade after my Fathers steps I le goe measure the world therefore le ts share these Iewels take this or this Amp. Will you then violate our Fathers Will Andel. A puritane kéepe a dead mans Will Indéed in the old time when men were buried in soft Church-yardes that their Ghosts might rise it was good but brother now they are imprisond in strong Brick and Marble they are fast feare not away these are fooleries gulleries trumperies here 's this or this or I am gon with both Amp. Doe as you please the sinne shall not be mine Fooles call those things prophane that are diuine Andel. Are you content to weare the Iewels by turnes I le haue the purse for a yéere you the Hat and as much gold as you le aske when my pursourship ends I le resigne and cap you Amp. I am content to beare all discontents Exit Andel. I should serue this bearing Asse rarely now if I should load him but I will not though conscience bee like Physicke seldome vsed for so it does least hurt yet I le take a dram of it this for him and some gold this for me for hauing this mint about me I shall want no wishing Cap gold is an Eagle that can flie to any place and like death that dares enter all places Shaddow wilt thou trauell with me Sha I shal neuer fadge with the humor because I cannot lie And. Thou dolt wee le visit all the kings courts in the world Shad. So we may and returne dolts home but what shall we learne by trauaile Andel. Fashions Shad. That 's a beastly disease me thinkes it s better staying in your owne countrie Andel. How In mine owne countrie like a Cage-birde and see nothing Shad. Nothing yes you may see things enough for what can you see abroad that is not at home The same Sunne cals you vp in the morning and the same man in the Moone lights you to bed at night our fields are as greene as theirs in summer and their frosts will nip vs more in winter Our birds sing as sweetly our women are as faire In other countries you shall haue one drinke to you whilst you kisse your hand and ducke hee le poyson you I confesse you shall meete more fooles and asses and knaues abroad then at home yet God be thanked we haue prettie store of all but for Punckes wee put them downe And. Prepare thy spirits for thou shalt goe with me To England shall our starres direct our course Thither the prince of Cyprus our kings sonne Is gon to see the louely Agripyne Shaddow wee le gaze vpon that English dame And trie what vertue gold has to inflame First to my brother then away le ts flie Shaddow must be a Courtier ere he die Exit Shad. If I must the Fates shall bee seru'd I have seene many clownes Courtiers then why not Shaddow Fortune I am for thee Exit Enter Orleans melancholike Galloway with him a boy after them with a Lute Orle. Be gone leaue that with me and leaue me to my selfe if the king aske for me sweare to him I am sicke and thou shalt not lie pray thee leaue me Boy I am gon Sir Exit Orle. This musicke makes me but more out of tune O Agripyna Gall. Gentle friend no more Thou saiest loue is a madnes hate it then Euen for the names sake Orle. O I loue that madnes Euen for the names sake Gall. Let me tame this frenzie By telling thee thou art a prisoner here By telling thee shee s daughter to a king By telling thee the king of Cyprus sonne Shines like a Sunne betweene her lookes and thine Whilst thou seem'st but a starre to Agripyne He loues her Orle. If he doe why so doe I Gall. Loue is ambitious and loues maiestie Orle. Deere friend thou art deceiuued loues voice doth sing As sweetely in a begger as a king Gall. Deere friend thou art deceyu'd O bid thy soule Lift vp her intellectuall eyes to heauen And in this ample booke of wonders read Of what celestiall mold what sacred essence Her selfe is formd the search whereof will driue Sounds musicall among the iarring spirits And in sweete tune set that which none inherits Orle. I le gaze on