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
matter Tib. I 'me ill exceeding ill Alp. That 's not well Tib. Sure I did surfet at Lord Vannies Alp. Surfet you eate some Meate against your stomack Tib. No but I had a stomack to one dish and the not tasting it makes me sick at heart Alp. Was it fish or flesh Tib. Flesh sure if I hit the marke right Alp. I' st not the missing of a marke which you long to hit Makes you draw sighes in stead of arrowes Tib. Would I had beene a thousand leagues from thence When I sat downe at 's table or bin partner With Angelo Lotti in his banishment Oh! sister Alphonsina there I dranke My bane the strongest poison that e're man Drew from a Ladies eye now swelling in me Alp. By casting of thy water thy I guesse thou would'st Have a medcine for the greene sicknes Tib. 'T is a greene wound indeed Alp. Tent it tent it and keepe it from ranckling you are Over head and eares in love Tib. I am and with such mortall Arrowes pierc't I shall fall downe Alp. There 's no hurt in that Tib. And dye unlesse he her pitty Send me a quicke and sweete recovery Alp. And faith what doctresse is she must call you patient Tib. Faire Dariene the Lord Vannies wife Alp. How Dariene can no feather fit you but the broach in an Old mans hatt were there so many dainty dishes To fill your belly and must you needs long for that dish The master of the house setts up for his owne tooth Tib. Could love be like a subject tied to lawes Then might you speake this language Alp. Love a disease as common with young-gallants as Swaggering and drinking Tobacco there 's not one Of 'um all but will to day ly drawing on for a Woman as if they were puffing and blowing at a streight boot And to morrow be ready to knock at deathes doore But I wo'd faine see one of you enter and set in His staffe Tib. You shall see me then do so Alp. I shall looke so old first I shall be taken for thy grandame come come 't is but a worme betweene the skinne And the flesh and to be taken out with the point of a Waiting-womans needle as well as a great Countesses Tib. If this be all the comfort you will lend me Would you might leave me Alp. Leave thee in sicknes I had more need give thee a Caudle and thrust thy adle-head into a night-Capp for looke you brother Tib. Even what you will must out Alp. If what you will might so too then would you be in Tune I warrant if the sucket stood here before Thee thy stomach would goe against it Tib. Yes sure my stomack would goe against it 'T is onely that which breeds in me despaire Alp. Despaire for a woman they hang about mens Neckes in some places thicker then hope upon poles Tib. Her walls of chastitie cannot be beaten downe Alp. Walls of chastitie walls of wafer-cakes I have Knowne a woman carry a fether-bed and a man in 't In her minde when in the streete she cast up the white of Her eye like a Puritane Tib. Sister you do but stretch me on the racke And with a laughing cheeke increase my paine Be rather pitifull and ease my torments By teaching me how in this dreadfull storme I may escape ship-wrack and attaine that shore Where I may live heere else I 'me sure to die Alp. Well brother since you will needs saile by such a Starre as I shall point out looke you heere it is if she were Your Fether-makers Taylors or Barbers wife Baite a hooke with gold and with it Tib. I doe conjure you by that noble blood Which makes me call you sister cease to powre Poison into a wound so neere my heart And if to cure Loves-paines there be an Art Woman me thinkes should know it cause she breeds it Alp. That cunning woman you take me to be and because I see you dissemble not heer 's my medcine Tib. I shall for ever thanke you Alp. First send for your Barber Tib. For heavens sake Alp. Your barber shall not come to rob you of your beard I 'le deale in no concealements Tib. Oh! fie fie fie Alp. But let him by rubbing of you quicken Your spirits Tib. So so Alp. Then whistle your gold-finches your gallants to your fist Tib. Y' ar mad y' ar mad Alp. Into a Tanerne Drinke stiffe sweare stiffe have your musicke and your brace dance and whiffe Tobacco Till all smoake Agen and split Sir Tib. You split my very heart in pieces Alp. And doe thus but till the Moore cutts off her hornes Laugh in the day and sleepe in the night and this wenching fier will be burnt out of you Tib. Away away cruell you are to kill When to give life you have both power and skill Exit Alp. Alas poore brother now I pitty thee and wo'd doe Any thing to helpe thee to thy longing but that a Gap must be broken in another mans hedge to rob His orchard within there Luca Angelo give him Musick Musicke has helpt some mad-men let it then Charme him Love makes fooles of the wisest men Exit Enter at one doore Angelo Lotti and Baptista at the other Piero and Iaspero Pier. Yonder 's that villaine keepe off Iaspero This prey I 'le cease All draw Iasp. Be more advised Sir Bap. At whose life shoote you Pier. At that slaves there Ang. Slave I know you for the Dukes sonne but I know no cause of quarrell or this base reproach Pier. Thou art a villaine Ang. Wherein Pier. And by witch-craft Had stole my sister Fiamettas heart Forceing her leave a Prince his bed for thine Ang. If for her love you come to kill me heere I 'le point you to a doore where you may enter and fetch out a loath'd life Pier. Iaspero Iasp. Oh my Lord Ang. Let him come I ow her all And that debt will I pay her gladly Iasp. Deare Sir heare him Ang. But if on any other fier of rage You thirst to drinke my blood heere I defie You and your malice and returne the villaine Into your throate Pier. So brave sir Change a thrust or two Enter Nicolletto and Cargo Nico. I charge you in the Dukes name keepe the peace Beate downe their weapons knock em downe Cargo Car. I have a Iustices warrant to apprehend your weapons Therefore I charge you deliver Nico. Oh my Lord make a fray in an open streete 't is to Make a bon-fire to draw children and fooles Together Signior Angelo pray be wise and begon Ang. I doe but guard my life my Lord from danger Bapt. Sir you doe exercise your violence Vpon a man stab'd to the heart with wounds You see him sinking and you set your foote Vpon his head to kill him with two deathes Trample not thus on a poore banish'd man Nico. If hee be banish'd why dwells hee i th' house whose Tiles are pull'd downe over his head You must hunt No more in this Parke
Flo. Hee 'le prove a lustie Larrence This is the starre you sayle by tho Ang Why should you love me I am but a Tombe Gay out-side but within rotten and foule Fia. I le sweare th' art most diseas'd even in thy soule Oh thou thou most perfidious man alive So prosper as my poore sicke heart doth thrive Give me thy hand I hate thee fare-thee-well Come I make thee my heaven wer 't once my Hell To Pisa Pisa I 'me rap't above the spheares Ioy strikes me dumbe Flo. T' hast lent unto mine age a score of yeares More then ere nature promis'd by thy loving This Noble Prince th' art his then Fya. His to prove it hence Thou from mee ne're more behold mine eyes Ang. Now finde I that a Lovers heart last dies Exit Flo. I I so so If it die it shall be buried Fya. Good reverend Sir stay you and as you witnesse This my divorce so shall you seale my contract Fryar I will your pleasure Flo. Fyametta Make choice thy selfe of thine owne wedding day Fya. To morrow be it Loves poyson is delay Gallants pray stirre betimes and rowse your Mistresses Let some invite Lord Vanni and his Lady Wee dine to day with Lord Iacomo Thither let 's hasten Sir this holy man Shall be this night my confessor about mid-night Expect my sending for you Fryer Your devotion Commands my service W' are least i' th fryers stead The Prince be your confessor girle prepare To play the bride tomorrow and then being laid One night past o're thinke nere to rise a maide Exit Trumpets sounding services carried coverd over the stage Poore attending Torrents one then enter Iacomo bare betwixt the two Dukes Piero Philippo Tornelli Mutio. Flo. No more of complement my Lord Gentili Such noble welcomes have we had this day We must take blushing leaves cause we can pay Nothing but thanks Gent. That 's more then the whole debt comes to Ne're saw I tables crown'd with braver store I know no man that spends my nor gives more And yet a full sea still why yonder fellow The brave mock-prodigal has spent all indeed He that made beggers proud begs now himselfe for need Gent. But who releeves him now none for I know He that in riotous feasting wastes his store Is like a faire tree which in sommer bore Boughes laden till they crackt with leaves and fruite Whose plenty lasting all men came unto 't And pluckt and filld their lapps and carry away But when the boughes grow bare and leaves decay And the great tree stands saplesse wither'd dry Then each one casts on it a scornfull eye And grieves to see it stand nay do not greeve Albeit the Axe downe to the roote it cleave The fall of such a tree will I beware I know both when to spend and when to spare Flo. 'T is nobly spoke Pisa Nay good my Lord make hast Pier. Here 's a childe lost i' th staying Flo. Get 2. at night for 't What is the bride yet drest Pier. She 's rigging Sir Flo. 'T is well musicke from whence What chambers that Mut. It Ioynes close to the Lodgings of the bride Flo. Inquire If she be ready Mutio say her bride-groome Attends on her below Mut. I shall my Lord Fiametta above Pier. Tarry she looks her selfe out Flo. Come come loiterer Fia. Faire welcome to your grace and to that Prince That should have bin my bridegroome Flo. Should ha beene Pier. Is the Moone chang'd already Fia. In her changes the Moone is constant man is onely varying And never in one Circle long is tarying But one man in the moone at once appeares Such praise being true to one a woman beares Flo. Take thou that praise and to this Prince be true Come downe and marry him Fia. What would the world say If I should marry two men in one day Flo. That villaine has bewitch't her Pier. Sir what villaine Flo. That slave the banisht runnagate Pier. Cast not on him Such foule aspersions till you know his guilt Even now you said he was a worthy spirit Crown'd him with praise and do you now condemne An absent man unheard Flo. I le hang thee traitor Pisa Locke all the gates of Florence least he scape Flo. Our pardon whosoever takes and kill him Pier. Oh! who would trust in Princes the vaine breath Who in a minute gives one man life and death Fia. Come forth thou threatned man here kill him all Lower then what you stand on none can fall Angelo above Ang. I now must stand your arrowes but you shoote Against a breast as innocent Flo. As a traytors Ang. Your patience Sir Pisa Talk'st thou of patience that by thy most perfidious Ang. Heare me pray Enter frier above Or if not me heare then this reverend man Pisa VVhat makes that Fryer there Pier. Father speake your minde Fryer I was enjoyned to be her confessor And came but then she wonn me to a vow By oath of all my orders face to face To heare her speak unto Angelo 't was done He came when falling downe on both her knees Her eyes drown'd all in teares she opes a booke Chardging him read his oaths and promises The contract of their hands hearts yea and soules And askd if Angelo would marry her Flo. Very good Fry He looking pale as death said faintly no Pisa Faintly he then was willing Pier. Pray heare him out Fry Thrice tried he thrice cried no At which this Ladie Desperately snatching from her side two knives Had stab'd her selfe to th' heart but that we knit Our force against it what should I doe in this Not marry her or rob her of heavens blisse Which glory had bin greater to have tane A husband from her or to have seene her slaine Flo. Then you have married her Fry I have Pier. Brave girle Pisa I le cut that knot asunder with my sword Fry The hands which heaven hath joyn'd no man can part Fia. The hands they may but never shall the heart Flo. Why didst thou make to him thy promise then Fia. Women are borne but to make fooles of men She that 's made sure to him she loves not well Her banes are ask'd here but she wedds in hell Parents that match their children gainst their will Teach them not how to live but how to kill Flo. Parrot Parrot I le stop your prating breake into her chamber And lay the villaine bleeding at her feete Draw Fia. Villaine it is my husband Flo. Enter and kill him Pier. Enter but kill him he that dares I blush To see two Princes so degenerate Fia. Oh noble brother Pier. What would you have him doe He well deserves to have her to his wife Who gives to you a daughter her a life In sight of angels she to him was given So that in striking him you fight with heaven Flo. You see there is no remedie Pisa Troth none I threw at all and gamesters lucke all 's gone Farewell brave spirited girle he that gainst winde Fier and the sea law and a womans minde Strives is a foole that 's I I le now be wise And neuer more put trust in womans eyes Fia. I love thee for that word with-all my heart Flo. Will you come downe pray Fia. Sweare as you are a Duke Flo. Yet more a doe Pisa Will you not trust your father Fia. Why should I you see there is no trust i' th' daughter Sweare by your hopes of good you will not touch His naile to hurt him Flo. By my hopes I sweare Fia. And you too Pisa Yes what 's falling none can reare Fia. Wee come then noble friend flagg not thy wings In this warr I defie a campe of Kings Exit Enter Nicolletto Tibaldo Alphonsin Daariene Alissand Trebatio Flo. See see more shoales of friends most beauteous Ladies Faire welcomes to you all Nic. My Lord those tides Are turn'd these Ladies are transform'd to brides Flo. We heard the happy newes and therefore sent To marry joyes with joyes yours with our owne Yours I see prosper ours are overthrowne Nic. How meane you overthrowne Enter Angel Fiametta Flo. Your owne eyes shall be witnesse how nay nay pray rise I know your heart is up tho your knees downe Ang. All that we stand in feare of is your frowne Fia. And all deare father which I begge of you Is that you love this man but as I doe Flo. What begg you of this Prince Fia. That he would take One favour from me which my selfe shall make Pisa Pray let it be of willow Fia. Well then it shall Alph. Why willow is the noble Prince forsaken Pier. All womens faults one for another taken Alp. Now in good sooth my Lord shee has but vs'd you As watermen use their fares for shee look'd one way And row'd another you but wore her glove The hand was Angeloes and she dealt wisely Let woman ne're love man or if she doe Let him nere know it make him write waite woe Court cogge and curse and sweare and lie and pine Till Love bring him to death's doore else hee 's not mine That flesh eates sweetest that 's pick'd close to th' bone Water drinkes best that 's hew'd euen from the stone Men must be put to 't home Nico. He that loves ducking let him come learne of thee Flo. Shee has good skill At table will wee heare a full discourse Of all these changes and these Marriages Both how they shuffled cut and dealt about What cards are best after the trumpes were out Who plaid false play who true who sought to save An Ace i th' bottome and turn'd up a knave For Love is but a Card-play and all 's lost Vnlesse you cogg hee that pack's best wins must Alp. Since such good gamsters are together met As you like this wee 'le play another sett Exeunt FINIS