soule for that deare purchase none can tell But by his bed-side when he saw death stand Fetching a deepe groane me he catch't-by'th hand Cal'd me his heire and charg'd me well to spend What he had got ill deale quoth he a doale which round with good mens prayers may guard my soule Now at her setting forth let none feele want That knock but at thy gates do wrong to none And what request to thee so ear is made If honest see it never be denay'd Mont. And yow 'le performe all this Gent. Faire upright As are the strict vowes of an Anchorite A benefit given by a Niggards hand Is stale and gravily bread the hunger-sterv'd Takes it but cannot eate it I le give none such Who with free heart shakes out but crums gives much Mont. In such a ship of worldly cares my Lord As you must saile now in yow 'le need more Pilots Then your owne selfe to sit and steare the Helme You might doe therefore well to take a wife Gent. A wife when I shall have one hand in heaven To write my happinesse in leaves of starres A wife wo'd plucke me by the other downe This Barke hath thus long sail'd about the world My soule the Pilot and yet never listen'd To such a Mare-maids song a wife oh fetters To mans blest liberty All this world 's a prison Heaven the high wall about it sin the jalour But the iron-shackles waying downe our heeles Are onely women those light Angells turne us To fleshly devills I that Sex admire But never will sit neere their wanton fier Mut. Who then shall reape the golden corne you sowe Phi. 'T is halfe a curse to them that build and spare and hoard up wealth yet cannot name an heire Gent. My heires shall be poore children fed on almes Souldiers that want limbes schollers poore and scorn'd And these will be a sure inheritance Not to decay Mannors and Townes will fall Lord-ships and Parkes Pastures and woods be sold But this Land still continues to the Lord No subtile trickes of law can me beguile of this But of the beggers-dishe I shall drinke healthes To last for ever whil'st I live my roofe Shall cover naked wretches when I die 'T is dedicated to St. Charitie Mut. The Duke inform'd what trees of goodnesse grow Here of your planting in true loue to your virtues Sent us to give you thankes for crowning Florence With fame of such a subject and entreats you Vntill he come himselfe to accept this token Of his faire wishes towards you Gent. Pray returne my duty to the Duke tell him I value his love beyond all jewells in the world Phi. H 'as vow'd ere long to be your visitant Gent. He shall be welcome when he comes that 's all Not to a Pallace but my hospitall Omnes Wee 'le leave your Lordship Gent. My best thoughts goe with you My Steward Enter Steward and a foolish Gentle-man Stew. Heere my Lord Gent. Is the Booke fired Stew. As you commanded Sir I saw it burn'd Gent. Keep safe that Iewell and leave me letters from whome Buz. Signior Ieronimo Guydanes Gent. Oh sir I know the businesse yes yes 't is the same Cuidanes lives amongst my bosome friends He writes to have me entertaine you sir Buz. That 's the bough my bolt flies at my Lord Gent. What Qualities are you furnish't with Buz. My Education has bin like a Gentle-man Gent. Have you any skill in song or Instrument Buz. As a Gentleman shoo'd have I know all but play on none I am no Barber Gent. Barber no sir I thinke it Are you a Linguist Buz. As a Gentleman ought to be one tongue serues one head I am no Pedler to travell Countries Gent. What skill ha' you in horseman-ship Buz. As other Gentlemen have I ha' rid some beasts in my Time Gent. Can you write and reade then Buz. As most of your Gentle-men doe my band has bin Taken with my marke at it Gent. I see you are a dealer give me thy hand I le entertaine thee howsoeuer because in thee I keepe halfe a score Gentlemen thy name Buz A sinius Buzardo Gent. I entertaine thee good Buzardo Buz. Thankes sir Gent. This fellow 's a starke foole or too wise The triall will be with what wing he flies Exit Actus secundus Scaena prima Enter Tibaldo sicke in his chaire Alphonsina Mutio Philippo Tornelli Montivello Mut. IN Lawes of courtesie wee are bound sweete Lady Being thus nigh to see you and your brother Our noble friend tho' the Duke had not sent Alp. Thankes worthy sir Phil. Signior Tibaldo hath desire to sleepe Tor. Then leave him Companie offends the sicke Alp. Our humblest dutie to my Lord the Duke If in my Brothers name and mine you tender For this his noble love wee both shall rest Highly indebted to you all Mut. Sweete Madam You shall command our lives to worke your good Alp. Signior your love Omnes All at your service Madam Mut. A quick and good health to your noble Brother Alp. And all faire fortunes doubled on your selfe Exit So me-thinkes a Lady had more need have a new paire of lips then a new paire of gloves for tho' they were both of one skinne yet one would weare out sooner then the other I thinke these Courtiers have al offices in the Spicerie And taking my lips for sweet-meates are as sawcie with 'em as if they were Fees I wonder Tibaldo thou can'st fit still and not come in for a share If old Vanni's wife had beene heere all the parts about you had mov'd Tib. Thou think'st I lie in heere 's such a gossiping as if 't were a Child-bed Chamber Alp. So 't is for I le sweare all this stirre is about having a woman brought to bed marry I doubt it must be a mans lying in Tib. I would thy tongue were a man then to lie Alp. I had rather it were a woman to tell trueth Tib. Good sister Alphonsina you still play The bad Phisicion I am all on fire And you to quench mee powre on scoopes of oyle I feele ten thousand plummets at my heart Yet you cry Lay on more and are more cruell Then all my tortures Alp. Sadnesse I pittie thee And will to doe thee service venture life Mine honour being kept spotlesse Tib. Gentle sister The easiest thing i th' world to begge I crave And the poorest Almes to give Alp. But aske and have Tib. A friendly counsell loe that 's all Alp. 'T is yours Be rul'd by me then in an ashie sheete Cover these glowing embers of defire Tib. Embers I wo'd you telt em 't is a fire Alp. Come and set hand to paper I le indite Tib. And shee 'le condemne me no I will not write Alp. Then prethee take this Phisick be not the sea to drinke strange Rivers up yet still be drie Be like a noble streame covet to runne betwixt faire bankes which thou may'st call thine owne and let those bankes be some faire
great shuter Gent. In a Long-bow how farre shootes hee Serv. To your Lordship to be your Apothecary Gent. Vmph what spie you in my face that I sho'd buy Your druggs and drenches beares not my cheeke a colour As fresh as any old mans doe my bones Ake with youth's ryotts or my blood boile hot With feavers or is 't num'd with dropsies cold Coughes Rhumes Catarrhes Gowts Apoplexie fits The common soares of age on me never ran Nor Galenist nor Paracelsian Shall ere reade Phisicall Lecture upon me Apot. Two excellent fellowes my Lord Gent. I honour their profession What the Creator does they in part doe For a Phisician 's a man-maker too but honest friend My kitchin is my Doctor and my Garden Trustie Apothecarie when they give me pills So gently worke they I 'me not choak'd with bills Which Are a stronger purge then the disease Apo. Alas my Lord and 't were not for bills our shops wo'd Gent. Sir I beleeve you bills nor pills I le take downe I stand on sicknes shoare and see men tost From one disease to another at last lost But to such seas of surfetts where they 're drown'd I never ventering am ever sound Apo. Ever sound my Lord if all our gallants sho'd bee so Doctors Pothecaries and Barber-surgeons might feed upon Onyons and Butter-milke ever sound a brave world then Gent. 'T is their owne fault if they feare springs or falls Wine-glasses fill'd too fast make urynalls Man was at first borne sound and hee growes ill Seldome by course of nature but by will Distempers are not ours there should be then Were wee our selues no Phisicke men to men Are both diseases cause and the disease I 'me free from thankes good fate either of these Apo. My 50. Crownes Ser. Not I Apo. No must I give you a Glister Ser. Hist hist Apo. If your Lordship will not allow me minister to your selfe pray let me give your man a purgation Ser. Me a Purgation my Lord I 'me passing well Gent. Him a Purge why Apo. Or rather a vomit that hee may cast up 50 Crownes Which he swallowed as a Bribe to preferre me Gent. My health is bought and sold sir then by you A Doctor baits you next whose mesh of potions Striking me full of vlcers a gibberish Surgion For 50. Crownes more comes to drawe my will For mony slaves their Soveraignes thus kill Nay nay so got so keepe it for his Fifty Give him a 100. Crownes because his will Aym'd at my health I know and not at ill Fare you well sir Apo. Who payes mee sir Ser. Follow me I sir Exit Sar. Apothe. Enter Gold-smith Gold The fellow my Lord is fast Gent. What fellow sir Gold The thiefe that stole this Iewell from your honour Hee came unto my stall my Lord Gent. So Gold And ask'd mee Not the fourth part in money it was worth And so smelling him out Gent. You did Golds. I did sir Smell him out presently and under hand Sent for a Constable examined him And finding that he is your Stewards man Committed him toth ' Iale Gent. What money had hee upon this Iewell of you Golds. None my good Lord after I heard it yours Gent. Else you had bought it And beene the thiefes receiver y' ar a varlet Go to a sawcie knave if I want money And send my servants servant cause the world Shall not take notice of it to pawne or sell Iewells or Plate tho' I loose halfe in halfe Must you sir play the Marshall and commit him As if he were a rogue goe and release him Send him home presently and pay his fees doe you see sir Gold My Lord I do see Gent. Least by the Innocent fellow I lay you fast by th' heeles doe this y' are best You may be gone Gold Heere 's a most excellent jeast Exit Enter Steward Gent. Harke you the Duke of Florence sent me once A Iewell have ye'it For you laid it up Ste. My Lord I have it Gent. Are you sure you have it Why change you colour Know you this doe you know Your man you sent to sell it You belike Thought in my memory it had beene dead And so your honesty too came buried 'T is well out of mine eye what wo'd you with mee Enter Brother to Torrenti Broth. Your pitty on a wretch late wrackt at sea Beaten a shore by penury 3 yeares a Turkish Gally-slave Gent. Your birth Broth. Such Sir As I dare write my selfe a gentlema In Florence stood my cradle my house great In mony not in mercy I am poore And dare not with the begger passe their doore Gent. Name them they shal be forc't to thy reliefe To steale compassion from them like a thiefe Good my Lord pardon me under your noble wing I had rather sit then on the highest tree sing That shadowes their gay buildings Gent. Young man I doe commend thee where 's my steward Give me thy hand I entertaine thee mine Make perfect your accounts and see the books deliver'd To this Gentleman St. This poore rogue Sir Gent. Thou art a villaine so to tearme the man Whom I to liking take Sir I discharge you I regard no mans out-side 't is the lineings Which I take care for St. Not if you knew how louzie they were Gent. Cast not thy scorne upon him prove thou but just I le raise the Cedars spring out first from dust Exit Enter Nicolletto Dariene Alphons Alisandra Tibaldo Cargo Nie. Madam this night I have received from court A booke of deepe import which I must reade And for that purpose will I he alone Dar. Be Mr. of your owne content my Lord I le change you for some femall bed-fellow Nic. With all my heart Tib. Pray madam then take me Nic. Doe prethee wife Dar. And Sr. she is most welcome Nic. Wo'ld I were at it for it is a booke My fingers itch till I be turning o're Good rest faire Alphonsina you 'le not faile Alp. No feare me not Nic. All all to bed to bed Alp. Mine eyes are full of sleepe I le follow you Exit Dar. I to my closet and then bed-fellow Expect your company Tibal. I will be for your Lady Aless. Madam so please you forfeit to my mother And let your selfe and I be bed-fellowes Tib. Deare heart I humbly thanke you but I must not Aless. Lady I rather wish your company Because I know one maiden best conceales What 's bosom'd in another but I le waite With patience a time fitting Tib. Worthy Lady This time is yours and mine Aless. Thus I begin then And if I cannot woe reliefe from you Let me at least win pitty I have fixt Mine eye upon your brother whom I never But once beheld here in this house yet wish That he beheld me now and heard me You are so like your brother that me thinkes I speake to him And that provokes a blush to assaile my cheeke He smiles like you his eyes like you pray Lady Where is the
of Florence why then Doe you lie sneaking heere to steale venison Ang. My Lords I take my last leave of you all Of love and fortunes Bapt. Lower thou canst not fall Exit Iasp. Trust mee my Lord This Lotti is a man Setting aside his rivall-ship in love For which you hate him so abundant rich In all the Vertues of a Gentle-man That had you read their file as I haue done You would not onely fall in love with him And hold him worthy of a Princesse bed But grieve that for a woman such a man Should so much suffer in being so put downe Never to rise againe Nicol. A terrible case I 'de not be in 't for all Florence Pie Troth deare friend The praises which have crown'd him with thy Iudgement Make mee to cast on him an open eye Which was before shut and I pittie him I Never heard 'mongst all your Romane spirits Iasp. That any held so bravely up his head In such a sea of troubles that come rowling One on anothers necke as Lotti doth Hee puts the spite of Fortune to disgrace And makes her when shee frownes worst turne her face Pier. No more I love him and for all the Dukedome Would not have cut so Noble a spreading Vine To draw from it one drop of blood Lord Vanni I thanke you that you cur'd our wounded peace So fare you well Exit Nico. A good health to you both Iasp. You play the Constable wisely Carg. And I his Beadle I hope as wisely Nico. The Constable wisely Cargo he calls me foole by craft But let 'em passe Carg. As Gentle-men doe by Creditors muffled Nico. I haue another case to handle thou know'st the Donna Alphonsina of the Neri Familie Carg. The little Paraquinto that was heere when the Duke Was feasted shee had quick-silver in her mouth for Her tongue like a Bride the first night never lay still Nico. The same Aspen-leafe the same is 't not a Galley for The Great Turke to be row'd in Carg. I thinke my Lord in calme weather shee may set upon A Gally-ass bigge as your Lordship Nico. Commend me to this Angelica Carg. Angelica-water is good for a cold stomach Nico. I am all fire Carg. Shee 's a cooler Nico. Would 't were come to that Carg. A small thing does it my Lord in the time a Flemming drinkes a Flap-dragon Nico. Give her this paper and this in the one she may know my minde in the other feele me this a Letter this a Iewell Tell her I kisse the little white naile of her little white Finger of her more little white hand of her most Little white bodie Carg. Her tell-tale for all this will I bee Nico. Thou hast beene my weavers shuttle to runne betwixt me and my stuffes of Procreandi causa Carg. A suite of Stand-farther-off had bin better sometimes Nico. No Cargo I have still the Lapis mirabilis be thou close Carg. As my Ladies Chamber-maide Nico. Away then nay quicke knave thou rack'st mee Exit Carg. I goe to stretch you to your full length Exit Enter Iocomo Gentili in a suite of gray Velvet-gowne Cap Chaine Steward and Serving-men Mutio Philippo Tornelli Montinello Gent. Happy be your arivall Noble friends You are the first that like to Doves repaire To my new building you are my first-borne guests My eldest sonnes of hospitalitie Here 's to my hearty wellcomes Mutio. Worthy Lord In one word and the word of one for all Our thankes are as your welcomes Infinite Phil. Rome in her Auncient pride never rais'd up A worke of greater wonder then this building Gent. T is finish'd and the cost stands on no score None can for want of payment at my doore Curse my foundation praying the roofe may fall On the proud builders head seeing the smoake goe Out of those Chimneys for whose bricks I owe Tor. To erect a frame so glorious large and hie Would draw a very sea of silver drie Mont. My Lord Iocomo Gentili pray tell us How much money have you buried under this kingly building Gent. Pray call it not so The humble shrub no Cedar heere shall grow You see Three hundred Dorick pillars stand About one square Three hundred Noble friends Lay'd in their loves at raising of those Columnes A piece of gold under each Pedestall With his name grav'd upon the bottome stone Except that cost all other was mine owne See heere each dayes expences are so great They make a volume for in this appeares It was no taske of weekes or moneths but yeares I trust my steward onely with the key Which keepes that secret heere 's Arithmetick For churles to cast up there 's nhe roote of all If you have skill in numbers number that Mont. Good Mr. Steward read it Stew. All the charge In the grosse summe amounteth to Gent. To what Thou vaine vaine-glorious foole goe burne that Booke No Herald needs to blazon Charities Armes Goe burne it presently Stew. Burne it Exit Gent. Away I lanch not forth a ship with drums and gunnes And Trumpets to proclaime my gallantry He that will reade the wasting of my gold Shall find it writ in ashes which the winde Will scatter ere he spends it Another day The wheele may turne and I that built thus high May by the stormes of want be driven to dwell In a thatch't Cottage Rancor shall not then Spit poyson at me pinning on my backe This card Hee that spent thus much now does lack Mont. Why to your house adde you so many gates Gent. My gates fill up the number of seuen dayes At which of guests seven severall sorts I le welcome On Munday Knights whose fortunes are sunke low On Tuesday those that all their life-long read The huge voluminous wonders of the deepe Sea-men I meane and so on other dayes Others shall take their turnes Phi. Why have you then built twelue such vaste roomes Gent. For the yeares twelve moones In each of which twelue Tables shall be spread At them such whom the world scornes shall be fed The windowes of my building which each morne Are Porters to let in mans comfort light Are numbred just three hundred sixtie five And in so many daies the sunne does drive His chariot stuck with beames of Burnish't gold My Almes shall such diurnall progresse make As doe's the sunne in his bright-Zodiack Tor. You differ from the guise of other lands Where Lords lay all their livings on the racke Not spending it in bread but on the backe Gent. Such Lords eate men but men shall eate up me My uncle the Lord Abbot had a soule Subtile and quick and searching as the fier By Magicke-stayers he went as deepe as hell And if in devills possession gold be kept He brought some sure from thence 't is hid in caves Knowne save to me to none and like a spring The more 't is drawne the more it still doth rise The more my heape wastes more it multiplies Now whither as most rich-men doe he pawn'd His
snarling must my hoase Match your old greasy cod-piece Nico. No but I 'de have thee live in compasse Tor. Foole I 'le be As the sun in the Zodiack I am he That wood take Phaetons fall tho' I set fire On the whole world to be heavens charioteire As he was but one day Nico. Vaine riotous cockscombe Tha 'st fier'd to much already Parkes Forrests chases Have no part left of them but names and places 'T is voic'd abroad thy lands are all at pawne Tor. They are what then Nico. And that the mony went to Entertaine the Popes great Nuntio On whom you spent the ransome of a king Tor. You lye Nico. I thanke you Sr Tor. Say all this true That I spent millions what 's that to you Were there for every day i' th' yeare a Pope For every houre i' th' yeare a Cardinall I 'd melt both Indies but I 'de feast 'em all Nico. And leave your Curtezans bare that leaving bare Will one day leave thee naked one nights waking With a fresh-whore cost thee 4000. duckets Else the bawd lies Tor. Wert thou not mine uncle I 'de send thee with thy frozen-beard where furies Should sindge it off with fire-brands touching Wenching that art thy selfe an old rotten whore-master Nico. I a whore-master To shew how much I hate it harke when next thy tomblers Come to dance upon the ropes Play this jigg to 'em Tor. Goe goe idle droane Thou enviest bees with stings because thine is gone Plate jewells revenues all shall flie Nico. They shall Tor. And then Sir I 'le turne pickled theefe a Pirate For as I to feed Rayot a world did crave So nothing but the sea shall be my grave Meane time that circle few began l 've runne tho' the Devill stand i' th' Center Nico. What 's that circle Torr. The vanitie of all man-kinde be mine In me all prodigalls loosenes fresh shall flowe Wine harlots surfetts rich embroidered cloaths Fashions all sensuall sins all new coin'd oathes Shall feed me fill me I le feast every sence Nought shall become me ill but innocence Exit Nico. I hope a wallet hanging at thy backe Who spends all young ere age comes all will lacke Exit Enter an Apothecary give a serving-man gold Iacomo Servants in blew-coats Stew. Broker Goldsmith Torrenti's Brother a Trumpet Gent. What sounds this trumpet for Omnes Dinner my Lord Gent. To feast whome this day are my tables spread St. For sea-men wrack't aged or sicke or lame And the late ransom'd captives from the Turke Gent. Cheere them with harty welcomes in my name Attend them as great Lords let no man dare To send 'em sad hence bounty shall be plac'd At the boards upper end For Marriners Are clocks of danger that do ne're stand still Their dialls-hand ere points to 'th stroke of death And albeit seldome windlesse loose their breath I love 'em for they eat the dearest bread That life can buy when the elements make warrs Water and aire they are sayd by their good starrs And for the gally-slaves make much of those love that man Who suffers onely for being christian What suiters waite St. Come neere one at once keep back pray Bro. A sorry man a very sorry man Gen. What makes thee sorry Brok. All I had is burnt and that which touches me to the quick a boxe of my sweete evidence my Lord Gent. Show me some proofe of this Brok. Alas too good proofe all burnt nor stick nor stone left Gent. What wodst have me doe Brok. Bestow but a bare 100. l. on me to set me up Gent. Steward deliver him a 100. l. Brok. Now all the Gent. Nay kneele not Sir but heare me Brok. Oh my hony Lord Gent. Faces are speaking pictures thine 's a booke Which if the leafe be truly printed shews A page of close dissembling Brok. Oh my Lord Gent. But say thou art such yet the monie 's thine Which I to Charitie give not to her shrine If thou cheat'st me thou art cheated how th' hast got Being licorish rats-bane from a gally-pot Taking it for sugar thou art now my debtor I am not hurt nor thou I feare much better farewell Enter lame legg'd Souldier Soul Cannons defend me Gun-powder of hell Whom doest thou blow up heere Break. Some honest scullar row this lame dog to hanging Gent. What noise is that Stew. My Lord calls to you Soul Was there ever call'd A devill by name from hell then this is one Gent. My friend what is hee Soul A Citie pestilence A moath that eates up gownes doublets and hose One that with Bills leades smocks and shirts together To linnen close adultery and upon them Strowes lavender so strongly that the owners Dare never smell them after hee 's a broaker Gent. Suppose all this what hurt hath hee done thee Soul More then my limbs losse in one weeke he eate My wife up and three children this christian Iew did Ha's a long lane of hellish Tenements Built all with pawnes Gen. All that he had is burnt Soul He keepes a whore indeede this is the Raven Cryed knocke before you call he may be fir'd His lowsie wardropes are not to this hell-hound I pawn'd my weapons to buy browne bread To seede my brats and me they forfited Twice so much as his money him I gave To have my Armes redeem'd the griping slave Swore not to save my soule vnlesse that I Laid downe my stumpe heere for the Interest And so hop home Gent. Vnheard of villain Broker is this true Brok. 'T were sinne my Lord to lie Gent. Souldier what is 't thou now crau'st at my hands Soul This my Pitition was which now I teare My suite here was When the next place did fall To be a Beades-man in your Hospitall But now I come most pitiously complaining Against this three-pile rascall widowes decayer The Orphans beggerer and the poores betrayer Give him the Russian law for all these sinnes Gent. How Soul But one hundred blowes on his bare shins Br. Come home and take thine Arms So. I le have those leggs Gent. Broaker my soule foresaw goods thus ill got Would as ill thrive you ask'd a hundred pound 'T is yours but crafty Broaker you plaid the knave To begg not needing This man now must have His request too 't is honest faire and just Take hence that varlet therefore and on his shinnes In ready payment give him an hundred blowes Rroak. My Lord my pitifull Lord Soul I must bestirre my stumps too Iustice my Lord Gent. I will not ravill out time Broaker I offer you A hundred for a hundred Soul That 's his owne usury Gent. A hundred pound or else a hundred blowes Give him that money he shall release you those Brok. Take it and may'st thou rot with 't Exit Soul Follow thee thy curse Wo'd blowes might make all Broakers still disburse Gent. What next Serv. The Party sir Gent. What party sir If honest speake I love no whisperer Serv. This Gentleman is a