do not dear Lorece for t is a good resolution Enter Clownish Maskers Lor. I see we shall have some odde thing Van. I wish Sir it may prove worthy your laughter Lor. My fair Vandona I believe you will have your desire Van. Iaques is among them he may move you Iaq. An'ether of you ask what 's here t is a Mask Which we Actors do hope will content you If not when it ends let us all part friends And of your attention go in and repent you I hope your Worships will say I have pronounc'd this well enough Lor. To my content honest Iaques Van. I 'me glad you like it Ja. Come Hymen thou fellow that always wear'st yellow Draw near in thy Frock of Saffron Once more I say appear before this gentleman here And this Lady in the white apron If the boy thou dost bring hath a voice fit to sing Le ts have a merry new Ballet Begin thou the Song and it will not be long We hope before he will follow 't A Song Hymen Say Boy who are fit to be Ioyn'd into an unity Boy They that will permit their wives To live pleasant quiet lives And will never entertain Thoughts of jealousie if vain Hym. Now Boy let this couple hear What should be the womans care Boy A wife should be secret true Most obedient and no shrew Should obey her husbands will While therein she finds no ill Omnes Such a Wife and husband too We do wish both him and you Lor. Prithee Sweet lets be married this afternoon and this shall be our Epithalamion Van. Stay my leisure good servant t' will not belong Iaq. Now if you please to cast a glance Hither ye shall see us dance Fidlers play begin and strike What ye see do not dislike They dance Lor. What a mad toy t is Mistris Van. Iaques this day use my wine-cellar you and your company May be as free in it as you will Hym. Her Ladyship sayes well Good now ho le ts go thither Without more ado Iaq. Goodman Wedlock where was your mind marle Is there not a piece behind yet I le not budge a foot till I have discharg'd it Hym. Out with it then Iaq. Mr. Marriage put me not out with your grining for an you do all 's spoil'd Gentleman and Madam you have seen What our Mask and performance hath been If you like both t is well and if but one Of the other wood we had done none For clapping of hands we care not two chips We are satisfied if you joyn your lips Lor. I thank you all Van. And so do I you now may go Iaq. And so we must for I ha done All 's done this last what do you call was the full end of it Hym. Why go we not Boy I am very dry with singing and dancing Iaq. Follow me to the wine-cellar Exeunt Maskers Van. You must keep your promise you are expected by this Lor. Lady I kiâ—â— your hand This is my vale as often as I come I le seal my welcome on your lips Farewell widow Van. Remember my service to your brother Lor. Command me any thing Exeunt Ambo Scena Quarta Enter Carionil Solus Car. The tedious winter of my many griefs Her calmer heavenly breath hath now blown over And all my tears and sighes are now converted Into a happiness will soon be perfect The gallant Courtier Paris Alexander When he had stole the young Atrides Bride The sister of the two Tindarides And with great triumphs entred into Troy Was sad and melancholy unto me How wise the Fates are Ere we can obtain Perfect frnition of the thing we love We must break through great difficulties tedious Unto the end that we may more esteem And prize our happiness when we atchieve it Thanks excellent Lady for your gracious promise May every Lover henceforth bless your tongue â—he hath prefix'd this hour to be the time Wherein I shall out-grow all hope and fix Upon the proudest height of fortunes wheel Hail happy hour This is her chamber window And this the door whereby she must escape Enter Lucora and Nentis above Shine well ye stars and let this project find Your influences to a lover kind Nen. See Madam he is come My Lord Tucapelo has not trespas'd on a minute Luc. Then is our parting near your new servant hath prevented your journey Car. Nentis Luc. Most honoured Tucapelo I am here In presence to give answer to my Love Car. Are you ready worthiest Lady Luc. I am my Love Car. Neglect your Jewels Gamara shall supply you Luc. I care for nothing if I have but you Car. Descend my Dear each minute is an age Until I crown my joyes with your possession Luc. I come Nentis farewell report that my Escape was uuto thee unknown and that I stole away when thou wast fast asleep I would not have thee blam'd for me Excuse Me to my father all the wayes I have Instructed thee in Descendunt Car. Cinthia triumph and let thy brother hear His eyes did never witness such a stealth Be proud in thy pale lustre and make known Apollo doth tell tales but thou relst none Not yet how tedious seems a moment Delayes in Love Would raise impatience in Olympick Iove Enter Lucora and Nentis But she is entred welcome sweet Lucora Above expression welcome my crown of joy I would not change for an imperial Scepter Luc. I am most happy in your love dear friend Thanks good Nentis My woman cannot go with 's Car. Then farewell Nentis Nen. May the propitious heavens crown both your heads with all fair fortune Car. Our thanks go with you Exit Nentis Luc. It is your promise Sir that I shall live Without contradiction in my Religion Enjoy my conscience freely your vow was solemn Car. I do acknowledge it and will perform it True not to be denied what a great frost chils my affection Luc. Then I le be confident Car. You may I am amaz'd and lost within a wonder Let me consider have I cause to love A Lady that hath so much neglected me That she hath prefer'd a Negro And t is likely When she knowes me will care as little for me As ere she did and if she meets with one Of this complexion I feign conferre Her perfect love upon the slave T is clear I have no reason to do it neither will I For I am free know liberty again This poor unworthiness in her hath loos'd me Would it not be a weakness in me let me argue it To bestow my self upon a woman of So obstinate a nature that she lov'd me less When she believ'd that for her sake I had Done violence upon my self It would be A matchless one beyond example and which Future times would admire but not parallel Luc. Come shall we hence delay is dangerous Car. No be it what it will Luc. VVe must not stay here long Car. Nor will we Luc. Alas what ailes my noble Tucapelo
a time To cheat their eyes and perpetrate her Crime 115. Of the Thames Some gallant Rivers do neglected run And have no viewers but the constant Sun The solitary Moon and Beasts that by Their hollow banks do feed themselves to die Whil'st upon Thames the Glory of our Isle Fair Towns and Palaces and Castles smile But above all London that doth embrace Those sprightly streams affords the chiefest grace 'T is well it is so big or else this Town Would in the Beer that 's drunk soon quaff it down 116. To my fellow Travellour Mr. Maurice La Meir alias Ardenville How many Cities have we seen together But now I wish we might seen one another 117. To Porphyrius Porphyrius that is enough to tell He that doth all things ill doth nothing well An Epigram's is too short for such a matter His faults but touch'd at brief deserve a Satyre And as an expert Archer hits the white So on the Black his Poet needes must light 118. His Mistress She is his own and he is happy much Because besides himself none doth her touch But 't is not for respect to him or her For she 's so foul all men do her abhor She constant is to him against her minde And he t' her ' cause he can no other find 119. Their Marriage A wedding solemniz'd because none els Would court them to divide them from themselves And it is fit they should be married when None els will have that Woman or Woman Man The beasts are coupled and 't will be no wonder If like beasts they agree or part asunder 120. An Epitaph on Mr. Humphry Cumberford who died in Tamworth about the 34th year of his age and lyes there buried Here Master Humphry Cumberford doth ly Who was a Man of truth and honesty A Lady Knighted him to his good fate Whose Honour so scap'd nulling by the State Belov'd he was by all of every sort From Bess of Bow-Mill to the very Court He dy'd a maid or if he did do ill 'T was not his Nature but against his will But let him rest in peace and may we all Wish we may die as well when death doth call 121. To Clarinda That Lent is sweet devout Clarinda sayes And why she feeds on sweet-meats most those days But pardon me that thus traduce your merit You keep the flesh low to advance the Spirit 122. To my Book Go trivial Book and when thou art abroad Be humble where thou find'st a kind abode If at thy errours any smile give way It is not handsome in thee to gainsay They gave some money for thee and 't is fit That for their money they some laughter get EPIGRAMS The second Book 1. To the Fellow-Commoners of Trinity Colledge in Cambridge GEntlemen in my youth I spent some years Within your walls but few it plain appears By this poor Book which I an offering make Unto you for your recreations sake Not that I do presume that you may finde Any thing in it worth your eyes or minde But that the view of these slight toyes may raise You to accomplish works deserving praise When you have laugh'd enough at these pray take Each of you Pen in hand and better make Which would a noble emulation prove And from our rank an Obloquie remove 2. To the Reader Reader because I would escape the fury Of all thy Tribe the grand and petty Jury That sit on Books and Wits I do profess Although this Book be small the Wit in 't 's less Having thus censur'd it I need not fear What others say or wish them to forbear Why should you read it therefore you exclaime Because y 'ave bought it read it o're for shame 13. To Mr. Tho. Harper a Printer You Printers and the Stationers do raise Unto your selves a fame if not a praise For be the Authour what he will you give Stamps of your Names on 's Book and with him live But if Errata's you prevent you raise Not onely to your selves a Fame but praise 4. Of Virgil. Wherefore should Virgil wrong the Carthage Queen Was it through Ignorance or out of spleen If he unwittingly eclips'd her Glory The ablest Poet was unskil'd in Story If he through malice tax'd her with such guilt It was ' cause she Romes dreaded rivall built But he might think though her he did debase To be in his Lines any thing was Grace 5. To Mr. Bryan Cokaine Cousin I hope each Star when you was born Did Heaven with a benign aspect adorn And every glistering jewel of the sky Dispense their Good to your Nativity You being sweet-condition'd having mov'd All men to honour you so well belov'd Nobly descended bred to all the Arts That give a man renown for worthy parts To a great fortune heir and a brave seat For what then Rushton can be held more sweet Married to a fine Lady the first day Of her youths spring whose ripe and flourishing May Of Beauty still is years to come yet she Handsome as fancy can think woman t' be Inheritrix unto a grand estate And yet her excellent vertues far more great We needs must guess the Heavens your friend and know Y 'ave so much Land upon 't the earth is so 6. To Mrs. Elizabeth Cokaine his Lady Hail Maid and wife But Cousin I wish you Had chang'd that name were older for a new But this is not enough without another I wish you quickly too an happy Mother Rushton and Roster both expect you shood Unite them strictlier by so great a good Cokaines and Trenthams then their joys will tell So till a Christning come Cousin Farewell 7. To my honest kinsman Mr. John Cokaine When at your Pigeon-house we meet sometime Though bawling Puritans call it a Crime And pleasant hours from serious thoughts do steal With a fine little glass and temperate Ale Talk of Sir Cokaine and how near He was alli'd to Will the Conquerer Liv'd in his reign at Henningham Castle and That lately there his Bow and Arrows did stand That there his Sword and Buckler hung and that If they have scap'd these Times th' are all there Some fall asleep because healths are but few yet And care not for such Tales though ne're so true So as through too much drink we see sleep come On others it for too little falls on some 8. To Dulcinea Dulcinea it seems bears me a grutch Cause of my Love to her I talk so much To love and have no vent at all would break An heart therefore give Lovers leave to speak But be appeas'd fair Maid for I 'le be sworn I love thee vertuous vicious O thee should scorn 9. To Sir Robert Brett Sir that your Lady Cousin-german is Unto my wife and yet I boast of this Is not my amplest glory I rejoyce That to the world your friendship I may voice 10. To Mr. George Porter Whether in one that I affect above Others I honour should or friendship love Is now become my doubt
Mora. Here then so please your Highness Trap. Why an thou wilt have it there there let it be but I am mistook thats on the left hand what do you think me a clown and without breeding that I ha no more manners in me for shame of the world sit thee down Brunetto sit thee down without more bidding without thou wilt ha me lie on the ground for I am so weary I can scant stand Hora. There is no remedy I must obey Trap. So well done sit still man what art doing art afraid of me Hor. What does your Highness mean Trap. Marry and thou drawst back I le draw back too Brunetto sit thee still and let us talk Hora. I will obey your Highness Trap. Highness me no more highness I cannot abide it my name is Lavin call me Lavin Duke and t is enough a conscience Hora. Great Sir I am far unworthy of these honors The noblest Florentines would be most proud To be thus graced by their Prince Trap. I like not these set speeches neither let us talk as we were companions in a Tavern together and notafter the Court fashion I am as weary of it as a Dog I am Brunetto prithee man how cam'st thou into the Gaol Hora. O pardon me Dread Soveraign Trap. On thy knees man what meanest thou by this dost take me for Mahomet as well as I can pardon thee I do any thing what ere it be though thou hast kil'd every body rise therefore I say Brunetto and set thee in thyplace again or I le kneel too Hora. Most merciful Prince hear me before lest you Repent your kindness towards me afterward Trap. Up I say Brunetto up I pardon thee any thing upon condition thou wilt rise and sit thee down Hora. It is your Highness will Trap. Now good Brunetto without any fear for I swear unto thee I do not care what thou hast done and forgive thee whatsoever it be tell me the cause Hora. Dread Soveraign I was for love put in Trap. Who put thee in Hora. Your Highness Governors Lord Barberino and Lord Machavil Trap. They are a couple of Coxcombs for their pains who art in love withal Hora. O pardon me Trap. Sit still or I will not and if thou dost I will Hora. Your Highness Excellent sister O great Prince Trap. Sit still Brunetto wast thou laid up for that Alas for thee hast thou married her Hora. So please you Highness no. Trap. It doth neither please my Highness nor Lowness neither I wo'd thou hadst and that 's all the hurt I wish thee co ldst thou think I that loved thee so would be angry with thee for this hast thou her consent Hora. I have Trap. I am very glad of it and I here give thee mine too prethee Brunetto do me the favour to go and bid Barberino or Machavil come to me I 'le send for my sister presently and if she says so to me I 'le soon have you married Hora. You Highness shall command me to my death More willingly unto my life for so This business doth importt he heavens be praised And ever be propitious to you bless you According to your own and my desires Exit Trap. This Brunetto is a good honest fellow and hath always behaved himself very well and whatsoever he be I 'le give him Prudentia for the Ring he gave me I will not be ungrateful he said he was in love with my sister and if he had them all I wo'd een say much good do his heart with them but he means the Princess and though I have little to do with her yet if I can give her him I will Brunetto's Ring I shall never forget Enter Machavil Mac. Your Highness pleasure Trap. My Highness pleasure Sirra Lord is that you go and tell my sister Prudentia I would speak with her presently I will expect her here be gone Exit The Dukes life is very pleasant I take great content in it and were it not for one thing I were most happy which is I dare not disclose my self to my dear Flametta for she is a woman and full of title tatle as the rest are nor if I could win her without making my self known durst I lye with her by reason of putting off Eo Meo and Areo otherwise sure I should get her for sure she would not refuse a Duke Enter Flametta Flametta Here is the Duke alone whom I so long Have sought for to petition for the repeal Of my dear Trappolin Great Prince as low As truest humility can make a Suitor Before you I prostrate my self Most excellent And merciful Sir pitty a loving Maid Who is bereaved of her joys I beg Poor banish't Trappolin might be recalled Whom when your Highness was to Milain gone Was by those cruel Lords whom you did leave Our Governors sent into banishment Great Duke you that have noble thoughts and sure A heart full of commiseration Kill me not with a cruel hard denial Trap. Ah Eo Meo and Areo hinder me I must counterfeit with her fair Maiden rise Flam. O let me kneel Great Sir until you say My Trappolin shall be repeal'd Trap. Rise I say we will talk of it I cannot abide to see any body kneel unless they are in the Church that have leggs to stand on how may I call you Maiden Flam. So please your Highness my name is Flametta Trap. Mris. Flametta I say give me your hand rise without more ado rise without you mean to say your Beads over Mris. Flametta be rul'd good Mris. Flametta be rul'd wo'd I were hanged iâ— ever Trappoline come home and you get not up up I say therefore Flam. I must be most rude Trap. Why that 's well done Mris. Flametta Trappolin for whom you are a petitioner young Mistris is banish't you say for what it matters not tell me what you 'l give for his repeal Flam. Even any thing I have all that I have Trap. Are you a Virgin tell me true if you are not it is no wonder besworn it is more wonder by the half if you are for I think there be not two of your age in the City that be Flain May I not prosper in my wishes Sir If I be not a Maid Trap. And will you give your Maidenhead to have him recal'd from banishment Flam. To him when he comes home and we are married Trap. Well said Mistress But tell me now what will you give me for to have him come home Flam. Even any thing I have Trap. I am a great man and like them will not do favours for nothing will you give me your Shoos Flam. My Shoos your Highness jests Trap. I swear unto you Mistriss but I do not and if you do not give me what I ask how ridiculous soever it seems to you Trappolin nere comes in Florence again Flam. I wonder at the Duke but will obey him Here are my shooes dear Prince Trap. Well done I say but I must have your Stockings
heat grows less and less Antonius one of the Triumvirate Competitor with Caesar for the State With flowing Bowles and with luxurious feasts Was entertain'd and entertain'd his guests Which was the cause his lust so high did flame That life he lost for the Egyptian Dame And over all those Countreys to be head Wherein the Roman Eagles ere were spread If by some slight a Garter you have got From her that will not love you keep it not Or if you have a Bracelet of her hair Or any such like toy them never wear For surely these are Cytheraea's Baites Which infinitely chast Diana hates Or if your Mistriss heretofore hath bin Kind unto you and you have gloried in Her bounteous favours thought your self above All mankind grac'd with th' honour of her love If under her fair hand you Letters have That she returns her heart for that you gave Fraught with so sweet expressions as would draw Even women-Haters under Cupids Law If she retreats and alters in her minde To you grows cruel that to her are kinde Assume a noble Courage and condemn To angry Vulcan every one of them Or if you have her Picture send it home Or offer it a gallant Hecatombe To your offended Love that she may know You scorn her Relicks that hath us'd you so Being in love with one and cannot get her Affect another and you will forget her So Ariadne did when she did find Renowned Theseus was to her unkind In Naxos Isle where he did her forsake Neptune she did into her favour take Affection divided you will find To be a lesser burthen to your mind As a great river with a mighty rore Runs through the vales and wounds the yeilding shore If into several Channels it doth fall It less impetuous and majeâ—â—icall Will prove and in an humbler manner glide Rob'd of it's former glory strength and pride So Love beâ—â—ow'd on several beauties will Grow much less dangerous and an easier ill When his disloyal Queen the Trojan Prince With 's beauty and his courtly eloquence Did win and steal away had Atrcus Son But done as many others would have done And it had prov'd the best become a Lover For sure she had some equals of an other He in a slourishing and happy peace Had liv'd at home in his own Court in Greece And many an Argive King at home had found A Sepulchre and not in Phrygian ground Therefore new Beauties seek to try if you Can part with any love unto a new And to that end frequent all Solemn Balls All publick shows and sumptuous Festivals Conjecture that which is not think that you Are free from love and that your thought is true When one because he would not drink doth make As he were fall'n asleep sleep him may take If in the Wars you have a trusty friend Your Cogitations to him always bend Thinking upon the hazard he is in And so your thoughts your Mistress shall not win Or if you have a Ship with riches fraught Returning home ay on it fix your thought Contemplating the fury of the Sea And how that many have been cast away Whereby your scornful Girl you shall forget Sith your imaginations are not set On her but on the Goods that Neptune hath Within the power of his love or wrath If that thy Mistress with a nimble hand All the Lutes ravishing harmony doth command Or upon other Instruments can play Equal to Orpheus that did make his way Through the Infernal Shades by his rare skill Hear her not play It will increase thine Ill. Or if she sings like Venus when she fain Her weary wanton Cupid would constrain To lay his fatal quiver and bow away And in the Groves of Amathusia Sleep by her side while on the Cypress Trees A thousand birds warble their melodies Hear her not sing Her voice will so allure That her contempt you longer will endure Or dances she like to the Graces when They are retit'd from the abodes of men And Gods their pleas'd spectatours do become If she intends to dance avoid the room Imagine not a Rival For so doing You never will be able to leave wooing For to obtain the Girl from him you will Persist a vain Inamorato still The one-ey'd Cyclop when he Acis found Sitting with Galatea on the ground His Rival with a rent up rock did kill Yet nâ—'re the nearer to obtain his will When she anothers did begin to be The more Orestes lov'd Hermione Refrain from Playes Let not the Theatre At all include thee for by seeing there One act an amorous passion may make you Your suit to your proud Lady to pursue Because when you have seen that he hath got His Mistress may conceive why may you not Ah! his was but th' Invention of a brain Your Ladies scorns runs in an higher strain If you conveniently can surprise Your mistress dressings so your wary eyes Some strange conceal'd deformities may finde To ease if not release your Captive minde Which when you think upon at leisure more They to your liberty may you restore Most of our Ladys when they do expose Themselves to view may thank their costly clothes Rich jewels feigned statures borrow'd hair And beauteous colours that unnatural are They would not else seem objects of delight But homely women such as we should slight And your disdainful one perhaps being such You see the least of her you love so much But rashly do not practise this Be sure She useth art or fly her chamber dore For a pure native beauty that doth scorn All helps of Art arises like the Morn In a cleer sky and dressing may discover Sights too attractive for a slighted lover Do these and though affections fire should blaze Like Aetna in your breast you thence would chase Easily all those flames and after be From all the Paphian vexations free Unfortunate Lovers many times I guess All that reciprocally love do bless Think every star when they were born did shine Benignely on them and the Heavens combine To grace them with continuance of joyes As if they were above all miseries When it falls often out a fervent love A more extreme affliction doth prove Alcyone her Ceyx did prefer Above all men and he all women her Yet she did see his body float to shore Drowned at Sea but a few days before Therefore to Hymens Temple though they come And hear the soft Epithalamium And many dayes do live in joy and peace In depths of wretchedness they may decease And many that for love do marry be After unfortunate and not agree Almighty Jove that did Saturnia wed Bringing for love his sister to his bed Quickly neglected her His wandring eâ—es Not long being pleas'd without varieties As witness Danae in the Brazen tower And Semele his daring'st Paramour Laeda by him esteem'd most beautifull And fair Europa riding on a Bull Calisto chast Diana One of thine Deceiv'd and vitiated neer Nonacrine Married Alcmena in a threefold night
therefore all that can read and those That cannot learn If y' are not Learnings Foes And willfully resolved to refuse The gentle Raptures of this happy Muse From thy great Constellation noble Soul Look on this Kingdom suffer not the whole Spirit of Poesie retire to Heaven But make us entertain what thou hast given Earthquakes and thunder Diapasons make The Seas vast rore and Irresistless shake Of horrid winds a Sympathie compose So that in these there 's musick in the close And though they seem great discords in our ears The cause is not in them but in our fears Granting them musick how much sweeter 's that Mnemosyne's daughters voices do create Since Heaven and earth and Seas and air consent To make an harmony the Instrument Their own agreeing selves shall we refuse The musick that the Deities do use Troy's ravish't Gamymed doth sing to Jove And Phoebus self playes on his Lyre above The Cretan Gods or glorious men who will Imitate right must wonder at thy skill Best Poet of thy times or he will prove As mad as thy brave Memnon was with love To my very good Friend Mr. Thomas Bancroft on his Works A Done my friend lay pen and paper by Y 'ave writ enough to reach eternity In soft Repose assume thy happy Seat Among the Laureats to judge of wit Apollo now hath cal'd you to the Bench For your sweet vein and fluent eloquence Whose many works will all rare patterns stand And deathless Ornaments unto our Land Belov'd admir'd and imitated by All those great souls that honour poesie Against th'approch of thy last hour when He thee shall call from the abodes of men In his own Quire for thy exceeding Art Among renowned wits to sing a part Nor you nor any friend need to prepare Marble or brass a Pyramid to reare To thy continuall memory nor with A Mausoleum hope to make thee live All such materials time may devour But ore thy works shall never have a power While nimble Darwen Trent augments and while The streams of Thames do glorifie our Isle And th' English tongue whiles any understand Thy lines shall be grace unto this Land Our Darbyshire that never as I knew Afforded us a Poet untill you You have redeem'd from obloquie that it Might boast of wooll and lead but not of wit Virgil by 's birth to Mantua gave renown And sweet-tongu'd Ovid unto Sulmo town Catullus to Verona was a fame And you to Swarton will become the same Live then my friend immortally and prove Their envy that will not afford thee love To Mr. Humphry C. on his Poem entitled Loves Hawking Bag. SIR I applaud your enterprise and say Y'our undertaking was a bold assay But you have nobly don 't and we may read A work that all old Poems doth exceed Avant you Grecian Mungrils with your Scraps Fal'n from linde Homers or did Hesiods chaps Musaeus too for all Scaligers cracking With Hero and Leander may be packing Virgil be gon we hate thy slandrous tongue For doing the chast Queen of Carthage wrong Venusian Horace too hereafter may Put up his pipes and hearken to thy Lay. Ovid thy several witty Poems all From hence to Pontus into exile call Valerius Flaccus hang thy Golden Fleece Before some honest Tavern door in Greece Silius Italicus hence get thee far With all the tumults of thy Punick war And Spanish Lucan quickly call away Caesar and Pompey to Pharsalia Statius thy Theban story leave to brag And listen all unto Loves-Hawking Bag. Chaucer we now commit thee to repose And care not for thy Romance of the Rose In thy grave at Saint Edmonds Bury thy Hector henceforth Lydgate may with thee ly Old Gower in like manner we despise Condemning him to silence for his Cryes And Spencer all thy Knights may from this time Go seek Adventures in another Clime These Poets were but Footposts that did come Halting unto's whom thou hast all outrun For Sol hath lent thee Pegasus the Nag To gallop to us with Loves-Hawking Bag And welcome mighty Poet that alone Art fit to sit with Phoebus in his throne To Mr. James Stronge Bachelour upon his wonderful Poem called Joanareidos WHat a fine piece of poetrie appears Such as hath not been seen these many years So strange for matter and so strangly writ That Joanareidos is matchless yet The Iliads and Odysses must give way And fam'd Aenaeados yield up the day The high Austriados must also yield And Mortemâ—riados leave the field For where 's that poet all the world among That must not vail the bonnet to James Strong Thou bachelour of Arts or rather bungler Or bachelour in life to whom the stronglier sluts What else should move thee to commend thy That might'st have spent thy time in cracking nuts Or looking birds-nests or what 's best of these In eating butter'd cake or tosted cheese Hail our James Strong Strong James whose every line Draws like a cable all our wondring ey'ne And general applause from friends and foes And many strangers up and down he trowes O 't is a wondrous book each word doth smell As if 't had something in it of a spell The lines are charming and if I guesse right They will bewitch women to scold and fight Old Robin Hood your western dames excel Scarlet and little John and Adam Bell Clem of the Clough and William Cloudeslee And all the out-laws of the Greenwood tree Had Guy of Warwicke and the bold Sir Bevyes Stukely and Jonny Armstrong made their levies Of the most valiant Souldiers of their time And come to this siege th 'had been bet at Lime The Chubs in buff trembled when like to Turks The saw thy Joanes to rage upon the works plight They might have burnt their foes in piteous Had they but been their bed-fellows a night But oh their fury was so rash they kept That fire within for those they did protect So for their zeal unto the â—ause perhaps They pay'd them with a plaudite of claps Merciless then they were there is no doubt That spar'd no friends within nor foes without Nor within walls onely their valour lay But field too as thy title page doth say And I believe their mettle they have shown Under some Hedges if the truth were known But I digress their power to relate It is a theme onely becomes thy pate I for thy pains if such there can be found Wish thee one of thy Joanes and that Joane sound That thou may'st lime her and on her in time Beget a race of Joanes to fight for Lime O happy New-Inn-Hall where thou hadst luck Such savoury dregs of poetry to suck For all will say it henceforth must excel For rhiming Kates-Hall and Emanuel This Nation may report upon their Oathes As Coriate did exceed for writing Prose So thou for penning an Heroick Song Dost all surpass In meeter being James Strong A Praeludium to Mr. Richard Bromes Plays THen we shall still have Plays and though they may Not
bright eye We in the Fields are free from any Sin Against th' almighty Deities of Heaven We know no Law but natures do not tremble At Princes frowns have neither fear nor hope And are content a State the Gods exceed not You languish in a perpetuity Of thoughts as unconfin'd as are your ends You truly lavish all your faculties In getting covetous wealth which we contemn Your sleeps are starting full of dreams and fears And ours as quiet as the Barks in Calmes The youthful spring makes us our Beds of flowers And heaven-bright summer washeth us in springs As clear as any of your Mistress's eies The plenteous Autume doth enrich our Banquets With earths most curious fruits they unbought The healthful Winter doth not pain our bones For we are arm'd for cold and Heat in Nature We have no unkind loves in meads or fields That scorn our tears or slight our amorous sighes Nor are we frantick with fond jealousie The greatest curse Iove could inflict on 's Queen For all her curious search into his Life We in the woods esteem that Beast the stateliest That hath his head the richliest spread with horns The Golden Age remains with us so fam'd By your Athenian and Roman Poets Thus we enjoy what all you strive to get With all the boundless riches of your wit Lar. Satyre When I but say th' art Ignorant Thy flourishing Boast is answered at the full Sat. But I desire a larger way Lar. And take it Canst thou compare the Rags of nakedness Before the studied dressings of these times And canst thou like a cold and stony Cave Before the perfum'd Beds of Palaces Admire the Melancholie falls of waters Or whistling Musick of th' inconstant windes The chirping discords of the wanton Birds Above the Angel-voices of our Ladies And th'exquisite variety of Musick Order'd to thousand several Instruments Content to cloy thy homely Appetite With Crabs and Slows and Nuts and rude mixt herbs Before the stately Banquets of the Great How canst thou like Beasts inarticulate voices Above the Heaven-given eloquence of men Forsake the Woods fond Satyre and but try The unthought difference 'twixt them and us The Hills are fit for Beasts Converse with men And thou wilt never like thy Cause agen Sat. Thou almost dost perswade me but then I Shall leave mine old and honest Company Lar. Thy new Ones shall exceed them Her 's a Wil give thee wine as rich as is thy blood And her 's a Cook will clothe thy bones with flesh Butler As rich as was young Jason's Golden Fleece Sat. Well I will live with thee Lar. And welcome Satyre Sat. Spite of the Fates and Grecia's best Protector I 'le be Achilles and o'recome by Hector Lar. A resolution worthy thy Sylvanus Sat. But for my last Farewell unto the Woods â—'le shew you a wild Dance of nimble Satyres For we do dance as much as they that live In Princes Courts and Tissue-Palaces First Song YOU Satyres that in Woods Have frozen up your bloods Advance your selves and show What great Pan's men can do Appear Here you had need beware And move as swift as Air These are not Sylvane Swaines But Courtly Lords and Dames Sit here The Antimasque Satyres rudely but decently attired stuck with Flowers and Bayes-Chaplets on their heads come in and dance as many several Anticks and in as many several shapes as shall be necessary Being ready to depart two excellent youths in rich apparel come striving in together to whom the Lar speaks Lar. What do you mean sweet Boys to interrupt Our sports I pray you leave your wrestling thus And do not strike your skins too soft for blows 1. He would out-run me and be kist before me 2. And he leave me among these dreadful Satyres Lar. Whence come you 1. We both were left i' th woods and tempted by Such things as these to live abroad with them Lar. What would you have 1. I would go to my Father 2. And I unto my Mother Lar. Who is your Father 1. The ever honour'd Earl of Chesterfield Worthy of all his Titles by his vertues And full of Noble thoughts A great maintainer Of our great Grand-Fathers vertue Hospitality The Feeder of the poor whose Gate 's so open It doth not need the Office of a Porter Whose House is now Apollo's seat For he 's the Patron of all Arts and Wit Lar. And who is your Mother pretty One 2. She is the Countess to that Noble Lord A Lady worthy more then earth can give her Rich in those vertues make her Sex admir'd A fair exceeder of the best examples That Greek or Roman stories e're produc'd Goddess of Tame of Anchor and of Trent She 's such an one as hath none equal to her And therfore you may very easily know her Lar. I know them both and honor'd in my knowledge Sweet youth yon'd is your Father kiss his hand And that fair little One th'unequal'd Lady You asked for go and beg a kiss of her Here the Lord of the House gives his hand to his Son and the Countess kisses her Son Then the Satyre speaks to his Companions Sat. Fellows since you have done Farewel I 'le leave you And all the rural Pastimes of the woods I like this noble Company so well That I hereafter here intend to dwel The Anti-Masquers depart then the Lar Familiaris speaks to the Satyre Lar. Now Satyre I will let thee see how far The Palace-pleasures do exceed the Woods The Lar leads the Satyre to a curious bower all deckt with the best and finest flowers of the season and opens a wide entry into it where sitting upon pleasant banks full of the sweetest herbs and delicatest flowers he discovers the Masqâ—ers then presently invites them forth with this song 1. Second song IT is unfit we should be dumbe When beauties like to those of Heaven To grace our mirths are hither come And help to make our measures even Then let us dance and let us sing Till Hills and Dales with Eccho's ring 2. Now it is fit our Souls should know No thought but what is full of pleasure That we our sorrows should out-go And tread them down in every measure Then let us dance and let us sing Till Hills and Dales with Eccho's ring 3. 'T is mirth that raiseth up the Minde And keeps Diseases from the Heart Sports harmless never were inclin'd To cherish vice but to divert Then let us dance and let us sing Till Hills and Dales with Eccho's ring Here the Grand Masquers come forth the Ladys drest like the ancient Goddesses then the Lar speaks to the Satyre Lar. Satyre sit and observe a while alone For I do mean to mix with these in Dance Here they Dance what or as many Set-dances as they please the Masquers being Men and Women or onely Women When they have danced all they intended the Lar or one of the Masquers invites the Spectator-Ladyes with this song to joyn with them
hopefull youth and let thy happy strain Redeem the Glory of the Stage again Lessen the Loss of Shakespeares death by thy Successful Pen and fortunate phantasie He did not onely write but act And so Thou dost not onely act but writest too Between you there no difference appears But what may be made up with equal years This is my Suffrage and I scorn my Pen Should crown the heads of undeserving men 11. Of Love Heroick Caesar that did overcome So many Nations triumphed in Rome Was by a Lady's eye captived so That amorously he did both court and woe And never quiet was till he enjoy'd Fair Cleopatra her young brothers bride Illustrious Anthony did leave the Care To be Romes Emperour and forsook the War Left all his Souldiers in a doubtful Fight And on the Seas pursued his fled delight Since such great mindes by Love enthralled be Wherefore alas wonders the world if we May married couples lawfully enjoy The Sweetes of Love till they themselves do cloy And must the rest their censures undergo For the same thing which they so often do We must not have fruition where we woo'd But onely there where we do know 't is good A circumstance doth make a thing unjust For th'chastest Love is but a Lawful Lust 12. To young Maides translated out the 3. lib. De Arte Amandi Venturae memores jam nunc estote senectae Sic nullum vobis Tempus abibit iners Dum licet veros etiam nunc editis annos Ludite sunt anni more fluentis aquae Nec quae praeteriit rursum revocabitur unda Nec quae praeteriit hora redire potest Vtendum est aetate cito pede labitur aetas Nec bona tam sequitur quam bona prima fuit Think often on old Age and it's decayes And so you will not lose your flourishing dayes Whil'st you enjoy fit years young wenches play For years like speedy waters steal away Past streams will never be cal'd back again Nor will an hour return though spent in vain Use youth for it quickly away doth pass And time to come's not as the former was Thus far the Roman Poet. But alas That book the cause of his exilement was And if you follow the advise h'ath given 'T wil work you a worse banishment from Heaven 13. To Plautia Away fond thing tempt me no more I 'le not be won with all thy store I can behold thy golden hair And for the owner nothing care Thy Starry eyes can look upon And be mine own when I have done Thy cherry ruby lips can kiss And for fruition never wish Can view the Garden of thy cheeks And slight the roses there as leeks Can hear thee sing with all thine Art Without enthralling of mine heart My Liberty thou canst not wrong With all the Magick of thy tongue Thy warm Snow-breasts and I can see And neither sigh nor wish for thee Behold thy feet which we do bless For bearing so much happiness Yet they at all should not destroy My strong preserved Liberty Could see thee naked as at first Our Parents were when both uncur'st And with my busie searching eyes View strictly thy hid rarities Yet after such a free survey From thee no Lover go away For thou art false and wilt be so I else no other fair would wo. Away therefore tempt me no more I 'le not be won with all thy store 14. Of my Mistress written at Venice I thought when I was far remov'd My Mistress I should not have lov'd But having seen another Fair As in all Cities Beauties are My former passions should forget And here a new affection set But Venice though fam'd every where For matchless Ladies cannot bear My thoughts from her whom I unkind Though she the cause have left behind Had she not been a cruel One But lov'd I then had stai'd at home And be she far more harsher then Tigers half starv'd or salvage men Abroad she shall not kill me I In my own Countrey will go die And vow some true friend to engrave Upon my Stone this Epitaph Here lies the Man whose faith him slew Who still had liv'd if been untrue 15. To Mrs. Mary Coke an Acrostick M y busie eyes lately captiv'd me so A bove my strength I know not what to do R etain my Liberty I could not all Y our beauties Lady needs must make a thrall C ould I but shew my heart which I desire O n it your Picture you might see entire K inde therefore be and let it be your will E ffectually to save and not to kill 16. To my Uncle Sir John Stanhope an Acrostick S ir to be silent unto you would be I magin'd ill by you thought worse by me R eason I have to write and therefore will I cannot with my thoughts sit and be still O ver and over let me search my heart H ere you and there I find in every part N o man was ever to another bound S o much as I to you for you have found T o make your self more matchless such new A s the Invention would extort a praise wayes N ature was kind to me and I do bless H er care to give me such an happiness O nely t' have been your friend had been a fate P roud to have made me ever but my State E xceedes I am your Nephew and you do Increase my joy and make me your friend too Shall I be silent then I can as well Make my self worthy as refrain to tell You are my wonder every word you speak Vice trembles at and thinks that she shall break No stop hath vertue but you do remove Casting the same away out of your love Live long and glory in your worth for you Equal your will exceed what others do 17. Of my Mistress I love a Lass whose eyes are Stars Divine Whose teeth are pearls set in a ruby line Whose mouth 's a sacred spell and doth encharm Her coldest hearers hearts and makes them warm Whose hairs are curls of God and can compel The God of Love himself to love her well But be she cruel would here eyes were not Such Heavenly Stars that they might be forgot Would her teeth were not pearls but far from fair That I for them at all might nothing care Would her mouth were an homely one and all Her hair would change the curious hew or fall For if my Mistress force me to despair I cannot choose but wish she were not fair 18. To my Cousin Mr. Charles Cotton an Acrostick C ousin I write to you that you may know H ow much I love you and how much would A ll that I can I will do and have good show R eason to do much more and if I coo'd L ong time I have desired to express E ach thought I have of my own happiness S uch you have made me by your love and do C ompel me each day more to honour you O 't is a noble part
lay her on a bed of Roses Terra's incognita's to find And it a paradise discloses Her belly like a bed of creame Appears unto our curious eyes Upon whose top you may esteem The Navil like a cherry lies Envy about her c. 7. Her mountain-thighs we doespy Cover'd with warm perpetual snow Ah what a streight between doth ly No Magellan did ever know Her neat-made legs forth stretched ly On sheets resembling a calme Sea And like to Promontories try To frame a safe and pleasant Bay Envy about her c. 8. Her pretty feet like lands-ends seem Whose toes likes Fairies do appear To tempt beholders to esteem No beauty such and t' enter there T is like fair maid you yet may boast That trifle cal'd virginity How many joyes you then have lost Therefore away with such a toy Envy about her c. 9. When you shall gracious be but thus To meet in groves or amorous beds Young Kings and Queens shall envy us And we will get new maidenheads And when we do refresh awhile You like a Princess bride shall rise And Art and Nature both shall toyl To dress you glorious as the skies Envy about you shall suppose No fault and wonder at your clothes The fourteenth song Emma's answer to William the Conquerour 1. Great conquerour you do a wrong Unto your judgement to compare Poor Emma in your amorous song To Ladies so renown'd and fair The hair that grows upon my head I have no cause to glory in It is as brown as is my bread And can I hope tempt none to fin My clothes are homely as my form I wear them but to keep me warm 9. My humble eies when I am up To read my office are employ'd And unto house-affaires to look And not to gaze abroad in pride I hope no want on beams they cast To work to any an unease Therefore my nose needs not be plac'd As Constable to keep the peace My clothes are homely c. 3. My lips will serve a country wench So also will my northern tongue It with my heart agrees in sense What I think speaking and no wrong My teeth are like to other girls Nor even nor white but in the mean I know they are but bones not pearls And slut I were were they not clean My clothes are homely c. 4. My ears will serve to do the part Which nature did designe them for The love of vertue 's in my heart And to hear lewdness I abhor I wonder why my neck you praise As other maidens are so 's it So is my breast which I adaies Use to weare cover'd as is fit My clothes are homely c. 5. My hands employ'd in houswifries To sow to spin or else to card Cannot be soft not being nice And 't is no shame to have them hard Such is poor Emma and no better VVhom royal Sir you so commend And I beseech you therefore let her Her poor life in plain truth to end My clothes are homely c. 6. Let not your fancy be unkind Unto your self ill thoughts to raise My wearied body at night doth find A bed of flocks or straw alwaies My other parts you please to name Are ordinary as the rest And I in truth do blush for shame To hear them so by you exprest My clothes are homely c. 7. I cannot from my tears refrain To hear you tax virginity How many martyr'd virgins reign In heaven for keeping chastity And in the dark Abyss below How many wretched souls do grone For slighting here their honour so As heathens have far better done My clothes are homely c. 8. I hope I never shall become Ungracious in so a high a wise To prostitute to any one A jewel heaven so much doth prize If I to please my friends should wed To any honest neighbours child I am resolv'd the marriage-bed To keep my life through undefil'd Though me then better clothes transform I le wear them but to keep me warm The fifthteenth Song 1. Here 's a Health to a merry old sinner A Glass of strong Aquavitae That for a crown and a dinner Will get you a Wench will delight you 2. Because that you are not for Ale Here 's a Health to a Wench in strong Beer Although she like it be stale She may happen to cost you dear 3. Here 's a Health in Ale to your Dear That lately hath serv'd in the Kitchin A bouncing Wastcoteer A remedy for your itching 4. Here 's a Health to the Earls fine daughter In Rhenish with Lemmon and Suggar Who with this well ballanc'd will after Give liberty to you to hugge her 5. Unto the Green-sickness Maid Here 's a Health in sparkling White Though yet she be never so staid She may alter her mind ere night 6. Unto the new married wife An Health here is in neat Claret Though her spouse lead a jealous Life And her tongue out-prattles a Parret 7. To the jovial widdow at last An health we will drink in Sack Her constitution 's in hast You may quickly guess what she doth lack 8. Now you have so freely drunk Their healths and merrily round Each of you may go to his Punk They are yours a mite to a pound 9. Bút now I 've thought better on 't Y 'ad best to leave drinking and whoring For virtue hereafter will vaunt When vice shall receive a great scowring The sixteenth Song of two lovers 1. Two lovers lately that for some years space Enjoy'd in each others looks an heaven of bliss Are parted and have left their usual gaze He on her beauties and she upon his Behold what alterations time can raise In humane breasts and setled constancies Great Love we do accuse thee of our crime And thank for our recovery onely Time 2. As I have seen a crooked river run Through Meads and moorish grounds in oblique course So slighly stealing as no way it won And no intention had to leave the source And never roar'd at all till it begun Into another stream to yield its force So no dislike her cunning Fashion show'd Till all her Favours she from him bestow'd 3. Long he her lov'd and long she lov'd again And both did glory in each others heart Cupid in each breast kept an equal reign A mutual court of joy without all art Without dissimulation or disdain Without the least offence to either part Till a new love possest her yielding mind After so long continuing true and kind 4. He afterwards retreated as was fit Cal'd home his heart and quench'd the mighty fire With drinking Lethe to his former fit That had so long enthral'd him to desire And generous spirit that hast conquer'd it All hail And welcome to the sacred Quire Of Freedoms Temple where bright Truth discovers And laughes at all the follies of all Lovers The seventeenth Song Of a Mistresse 1. I love a Lass as fair as ere was seen Yet have I never seen if she be fair Grandees
what one another will Fal. This favours frantickly Cle. Deprive him not of reason but exalt Him to himself O heavens Ah me Car. T is true The sea is alwaies full of water The Lands do relieve it and yet has no cause For lamentation but wofull man Hath but a few indeed a very few Salt tears to mollifie the burthenous draught Of misery which his malignant Stars Compell him to endure What his Mistris venome obstinacy not possible T is unsufferable above our frail carriage Fal. The word friend waies all titles of honour down And therefore not by them but that I beseech you Not to neglect your self I 've lately known The time when death almost inevitable Could not unfix your thoughts This cause is weaker Car. How Fal. Believe me friend Car. Believe you I would believe thee friend Didst thou affirm absurdest contraries That the Sun was extinguished and the bright Moon was blown out and all the Stars were faln And nature yet harmonious disordered Into another Chaos I would believe you For rather then you should pronounce a falshood Things that are not would be Fal. Alas you are distempered I grieve to see you so for so poor a cause Car. It is a weighty one and if the brave Fam'd off-spring of Alcmena had endur'd it He had enlarg'd his labours to thirteen And been another wonder to the world But noblest friend you know the History How he the knotty club did lay aside Put off the rough Nemaean skin and don'd Maidens apparrel for the love he bore To ruin'd Picus daughter young Iole Fal. But he nere offer'd violence to himself Cle. He did not Sir be counsel'd by your friend Do my good Lord. Car. He had not cause she did return him love And except in this case I would suffer Beyond expression from another hand Without a thought to use my own But you May say I 'me passionate t is right I am so I know 't and you cannot expect less from me Were I as free from love as you have known me You should not taxe me with that fault although Unstable fortune made an Irus of me But you may call this boasting Fal. Far be it from me t is a perfect truth Cle. Ah Alas Car. Leave sighing boy prethee Fal. Come You shall be temperate again my friend And have fair likelyhood to obtain your Lady Car. Impossible Fal. I 've form'd the plot already you must be draw near Car. How a Negro an Ethiopian t' is frivolous She is too obdurate most obstinate Fal. Hath she not refused the bravest and handsomest gentlemen of this kingdome You cannot deny it Be therefore counselled She that cannot love a man of a better complexion On one of them may settle her affection Car. I have some hope again you shall stay with my friend refuse it not I prethee For many conveniences it is necessary I every day shall see thee and shortly will take thee agen Cle. My Lord I beseech you Car. Nay my Anclethe let me not use words As thou dost love me deny me not Cle. Sir I am charm'd and will obey you Fal. Come le ts walk and I 'le instruct you fully Exeunt Omnes Scena secunda Enter Iaques solus drunk THis London wine is a parlous liquor t will turn you a mans head so long round that at last 't will set it where his heeles should be another glass on t had prov'd me a reeler a cotqueane which I was never brought up to I learnt a song of my old graâ—am many a good ballad she would have sung me by the fire side ore a black pot but your city wine is a more stinging liquor She left me a very fair cow but a villanous thief stole me her foul cheeve him for it and escap'd I know not whither but all 's won much good do him with it my Ladies Worships service is better then a team of oxen But the song must not be forgot 1. All that about me sit Laugh at my pleasant wit And neither cough nor spit Till I have done a. For I will sing a song That fitly shall be long To a cow and not wrong Mount Helicona 2. Don Quixots Rosinant And Sancho's asse errant And Bankes his horse do want What she may brag of They would ones breech much gall And give one many a fall Sufficient therewithal To break ones crag off 3. That Jove did love a steed I yet did never reed But by all t is agreed Io he loved No beast upon the field Doth man more profit yield Whither alive or kild As may be proved Well I 'le to my chamber and sleep awhile otherwise I' st ha a foule deal of do to keep me on my legs this afternoon Enter Lorece Iaques is now a very Barnabey Lore Iaques so ho my boy Exit Iaques His maâ—ch is extraordinary sure the rogue 's drunk He 's so very deaf The report is that Doctor Aristotle cast himself into the sea because he could not with all his rambling Philosophy find out the natural cause of the ebbing and flowing of it but had his good scholarship been troubled with my Mistris he might a jolted out his brains against a rock for his dulness in inventing a method of wooing to win her Ladiship withal I here will sit and muse Sits in a private place Enter Vandona and Iaques Iaq. Indeed Madam I will be very serviceable unto you if now and then you will suffer me to be blith and full of merry moods Van. Iaques where ha you been Ia. At the spigget Is it not a very rainy wet day Van. Thou art well washed within Iaq. T is a very dark day the sun shines clear tho Van. T' hast a light head Iaques Iaq. And yet I cannot bear 't stedfast on my shoulders wine's monstrous strong Let me see who am I Van. Th' art a fool Iaq. The play 's the better for 't Van. Y' are a drunken coxcomb go Iaq. Thou captive Greek I am a Beglerbeg Van. Thou woot be a beggar and thou leav'st not thy drinking Iaq. Thou me Roxalana am not I the great Sultan Van. A booby Iaq. You shew your breeding to upbraid the Majesty of the Grand Signior Van. Peace no more fooling Iaq. You are drunk with north countrey Balderdash you keep no wine water your kitlings with beer nothing but wine shall be drunk in my court Van. I shall be troubled with him else Embassadors wait your return at your Palace Iaq. We will withdraw send the Bashaes after me they shall present me wine Exit Lorece discloseth himself Van. Is he here I shall be courted certainly and perhaps shall yield Lore Most welcome happiest Genius of my life Dearest Vandona let your lilly hand Enrich my lips Van. Y' are very complemental servant Lore Mistris faith I love you as for millions of causes So also for a natural demeanour It showes you are no of-spring of the City Van. You would marry none servant Lore No six
with you detain'd me not I should be griev'd that my joy for so great A fortune did not stupifie my senses And cast me into an eternal sleep Where is Anclethe he is much to blame In not attending you Cle. Whom speak you of dear Sir Car. My boy Cle. I do not know a boy of that name truly Nor I think is there Car. You do amaze me Cle. You may believe me Sir for I am he Car. Wonders in Riddles Cle. I am your Page Anclethe and sister to Lucora who for love attended you Disguis'd because I found for the great enmity Between our families my father never Would give me where I would bestow my self Car. Your Nurse did steal you when you was a child Cle. Most true This gentleman her son my friend Occasioned my escape by giving me A knowledge of my birth His true relation Can vindicate me from suspicion Car. I need it not Were you not she as I believe you are And mean of birth I should account my self A gainer by you Sir you have done that Hath plac'd you in my heart among those friends For whose sakes I my life will sacrifice Phi. My Lord you do indebt me to your service In your acquaintance I shall be most honour'd Cle. Sir if you please he will relate my Story Car. By no means keep it for your father when You do disclose your self But can you pardon Those incivilities I did commit When you was Anclethe Cle. Wrong not your self you did make more of me Then I deserv'd or could Car. But why my sweet Cleanthe would you not Let me know who you was before Cle. Dear Sir I saw how violent you was In your affection to my careless sister And had no hope you would leave her for me And if you did obtain her meant to do What my disastrous fate should prompt me to Car. Sweetest of all your sex Cle. But if you never got her and orecame Her obstinacy to declare my self If not but Love had triumph'd in your fall I 'de not have liv'd to see your Funeral Car. The Gods requite this goodness and make me worthy Of you my dear Cleanthe I contract My self upon your lips which we will perfect Ere you own publikely your Father for The enmity will make him charge you otherwise Cle. I pray you let us Car. A thousand thanks come shall we walk fair Mistress Cle. Conclusions fair the fates to them do give Who constant in their loves and faithful live Enter Falorus Car. Stay dear Cleanthe here is my friend he shall Partake my joy well met my best Falorus Fal. It seems you are not Tucapelo now Where is Lucora have you married her Car. No I have not friend Fal. Refrain I am your enemy embrace me not Receive my sword and peace this heart Carionil Gives his sword Car. He hath not yet descri'd you Withdraw a little dear Mistress Sir I pray you To bear her company for who can tell What in this phrensie he may do Exeunt Cle. Phy. Cle. Hereabouts we will await your leisure Car. What ailes my friend let me but know the man Is cause of this disorder in you and He shall not see the gray-ey'd morning break From th' oriental Mountains any more Let me partake of that unwieldy grief Hath bowd my friend so much beneath himself Fal. Leave complements Carionil and make A passage for my soul that it may leave So vile a habitation as this body And when I 'me dead rip out my heart and in 't Survey my fault for I want words and have Not impudence enough to tell it you Car. O what might be the cause this matchless frame And worthiest Cabinet that ever man Inclos'd his secrets in is so disturb'd Noble Falorus think to whom you speak It is Carionil whose life you do Make burthenous to him by the suspicion Of wronging him whom you have ever lov'd Fal. You do deceive your self I lately have Transgres'd against our league of amity If you desire to be a happy man And to enjoy what most you seek be kind Unto your self and run my body through Car. Can I be happy and Falorus dead No I should live a desolater life Then ere the strictest Anchorite hath done And wear my body to an Anatome For real sorrow at such a dire mishap Live then my friend and may you number daies Until Arithmetick grow faint and leave you Fal. You know not how much hurt you wish your self Would you torment me twice If not forget Falorus utterly and let me dye Car. I understand you not Fal. Would you have me blast my own fame by speaking My fault And have me Executioner Unto my self Car. Release your Soul of all her griefes and say From whence your sorrows have original Have you not oft told me of my impatiency Give me now leave to be as plain with you The angry winds never enrag'd the seas So much as some small grief hath done my friend I do conjure you by our former loves For sure not long since we were friends indeed To let me know why you are thus distemper'd I do not fear but I shall free you from This passion so precipitate and dangerous Fal. You are most good and get your self Carionil A name above the ablest character None like it can decipher you and would I alwayes had continued Falorus Then I yet had remain'd your friend But if You needs will know the reason of my fury Draw out the sword that when you have receiv'd it Your hand and not your words may strike me dead Car. Be not importun'd longer ease your heart For credit me I grieve to see you thus Fal. I am in love suppose the rest and kill me Car. VVith Lucora Fal. Too true now curse me into dust and with Your breath disperse me into aire but spare me Chide me not for my falshood and inflict But one punishment on me and be that the sword Yet hear me speak one word or two before I have not woo'd her nor have sought performance Of that free promise that her father made me But faithfully have temporiz'd with him Nor did I willingly consent unto This passion it did seise me violently Car. Be you more calme take her Falorus you have A liberty for me I speak in earnest Fal. Then all is well return my sword dear friend Carionil I will not hinder thee Gives him his sword My name shall not be blasted in thy sighes Fall worthless man t is pity I should live Offers to kill himself Car. VVhat mean you my Falorus for heavens sake leave And your own light rashly extinguish not I for Lucora do not care and have All my affection unto her recal'd And am engag'd unto another Lady I stole her from her chamber in my disguise And then bethinking me how she had us'd me I told her that I would not have a Lady VVho would prefer a Moor before me Her Slighting of me made me to leave her so
is past thy redress Yet I do thank thee for thy love unto me Enter Rosinda Cle. My Lord a servant of my Lord Polidacres Car. Tandorix what news Ros The Lady Lucora commanded me to deliver this Paper to you Car. T is most welcome would my heart could read it Ros I wish he had my daughter for he 's a noble gentleman Aside My Lord command you me any service Car. Onely my dear respects unto the Lady that sent you Ros Farewel Anclethe Exit Rosinda Car. The Letter SIR I am sorry that against my use I cannot answer you more civilly but I am blameless The fault being in your foolish passion and not my desire If in fairer terms you should receive my reply I am sure you would think it some beginning of love to you according to your desire I have none and I wish your love was so as mine so we might be friends yet I love you as a Gentleman of my acquaintance but if any more you rouble me with letters or courting I will hate you So I end Her own Lucora â—er own Lucora I cannot now conceive This Lady of a humane nature sure A woman cannot have so harsh a mind So I end what will she end so alwaies O then that I might end even now that all The sorrow that possesseth my whole body â—n every member would mutiny against My heart that so I might die speedily s it not miraculously strange that this â—oor microcosme this little body should Contain all the sorrow this great world can nflict upon it and not sink beneath o huge a burthen one hill does overcome The strugling of Enceladus a Giant And yet I stand I live what am I of Lucora's temper impregnable oh oh oh Cle. Alas my Master good my Lord collect Your strength and be not thus effeminate Car. I 'me manly boy for women cannot tell What thing affliction is their stony hearts Relent so little at it in their lovers Oh! I shall never have her now I give Liberty to a just despaire to wrack me And it must ever do so What a Chaos Of misery is an unfortunate Lover Cle. I pray you Sir put off this vehemency of passion she will relent Car. Never whil'st I live Cle. She will indeed I know she will Car. Woo'd she would love me after I am dead for her It were some happiness to think that Anclethe Cle. I doubt not but she will shortly be yours my Lord And weep for joy to hear me make relation Of this same violent passion you are in now Car. Thou art a good boy but this Lady O my heart Could sitting down in Cassiopeia's chair And kicking proud Arctophylax from the skie Could stopping the Septentrian sevenfold teame And putting out the starry Eagles eies Could swimming violently up those Rocks From which the Memphian Nilus tumbles down Could the compelling of rash Phaetons Sire To change his course and run from north to South Could the adventuring to undertake A journey through Affrickes dread'st wilderness When the Aeolians do loudest breath And vale the Sun with sandy mountains height Enforce her to repent the Tragedy By these attempts drawn on me she should find What truth of love was in her servants mind Clea. Keep back his hands O heavens from violent deeds Let him not offer injury against His own dear life Car. I have pratled too much but I ha done No longer shall my happiness be delaid Nor the displeased destinies any more Jeer the sad depth of wretchedness I live in Thus Here I fall her cruel sacrifice Clea. Hold for heavens sake hold Car. T is too late to prevent Patience Anclethe commend me to Lucora That Angel beauty without Angel pity Tell her my wofull story how ere since Thou knew'st me I have languished for her That I have spent whole nights in tears and sighes What days in solitude to think of her That I did suffer her unkindness while I had a dram of patience left within me Tell her how her most cruel letter rais'd A despair higher then my strength and that Under her strange unkindness I am faln Weep not Anclethe I am faint struck dumb Fly passionate soul into Elizium He faints Cle. O my dear Lord brave young Carionil I 'le wash thy wound with tears stop it with sighes Unkindest day that ever wore the sun Thou art accurst for giving light unto His hand to guide it to an act so much Beneath manhood O me I am undone What now will my disguise avail me Foolish sister Lucora O ye heavens Where lies our difference are we not the same By birth on both sides of one sex sure nature Degenerates against it self or this Untimely O ye Gods I dare not name it Nor will I believe it he is alive So suddenly the world cannot be ruin'd Which is if he be lost all vertue gone All valour piety and every thing Mortality can boast of My Lord noble Carionil he doth not hear me alas I am for ever most desolate of women Injurious heart-strings break why do you tie Me to a life millions of degrees more lothsome Then the forgetful sepulchre of death Would some commiserating benevolent star Which carries fate in 't would in pitty to My misery take me from it for love he Lies here this bemoaned spectacle and shall My passion be undervalued tears nor sighes Nor Dirges sung by me eternally Can parallel our loves at full 't must be The same way and it shall the same blade Shall be the instrument and I receive it Tragediously here on my knees wood some Kind body would interr us in one tomb Be firm my hand and bold Fal. Anclethe Enter Falorus Cle. My Lord Carionil cals isâ—t you then Fal. But I must hold you and bereave your hand Cle. And you may also die your friend is slain My noble Lord Carionil is dead The paper in his left hand yet that brought His reason into such subjection That he even frantickly did stab himself Fal. I will extend my life till I have read it He reads the Letter This Lady is a rough blown sea on which His worthy life has foully suffer'd shipwrack I have her not Mercury pleading in her defence With Oratory able to stint Ioves wrath When he has bespoke thunderbolts of the Cyclops To wreak some injury should ever win me To her bed Polidacre mew her up Like Danae in a brazen fort or else Make her to answer with her life this murther She 's accessary to proud piece of vanity I do want words to give my thoughts expression So much I hate her Prithee Anclethe pardon My injury against thy rest for holding Thee in a life so loth'd as this is to thee I le lead thee Car. Oh oh Cle. Withhold awhile my Lord he groans Car. Thou art the cause Lucora and I must not I blame thee I struck not that blow right but this shall do 't Wam fainter then I guess'd I have not enter'd B hat who
has stole the Stilletto from me oy Anclethe restore it as thou lovest me Fal. Carionil I joy you are recovered Death is grown courteous or by this you had Been wandring in the Elizian groves Car. My friend Falorus Fal. Your loyall friend Give me your hand and rise I 'me glad to see Your wound no worse T was care and willingness To die bereft you of your Senses I will shew you How you may win your Mistris you hear me Car. I like it we I it may prevail I hope It will Fal. Anclethe had slain himself had I not come Car. Good boy thou wert too kind Cli. Indeed my Lord I never shall desire to survive you Car. Divulge my death Cle. I will not fail Fal. Why my Carionil would you engage So much your self to any of that sex As for a disrespondency to lay Violent hands upon your self Intruth my friend I wonder at it justly You merit more then they can satisfie With their endeavours all of them Car. Proceed not good Falorus in this language Fal. What good do women old Amphitrite's face Is not so full of wrincles as they are Of vices Car. No more as you regard what alwaies yet You have profest our long continued friendship O women most admired Creatures how Can the just heavens these speeches so allow What good do women I do say what ill Who do perform what men can onely will Why have we ears if not to hear the sound And sacred harmony their tongues compound Why have we tears if not to weep when we Do chance a woman discontent to see Why have we eyes if not to look upon Their beauties natures high perfection Why have we tongues if not to praise them when They slander'd are by railings of ill men Why have we reason all if not to deem us Happy because some women do esteem us Fal. You are their worthy champion what I said Was out of passion for Lucora's dealing I will report y' are dead Car. I shall be obliged unto you by 't Exeunt Enter Phyginois solus Phy. My clothes are almost made and every thing That does belong unto the habit of A gentleman I have prepar'd me richly For in these garments I dare not accost her I had good fortune to come with Cleanthe Who hath been very bountiful unto me Enter Polidacre Rosinda Antiphila Lucora and Nentis Pol. Lady I take it very kindly you Would do me such an honour as visit me It shall be my study to deserve it Ant. My Lord this is too ceremonious Pray you let us walk I much approve of this Aire I know no place so sweet about the City Ro. How observant he is he would fain make it a match and I think she is willing enough But I shall prevent them with amazement I will see further in it first Phy. The heavens worthy gallants be serene as long as you presume under the safety of them Pol. Know you this fellow Tandorix Ro. His name is Draculemion Pol. O! I have heard of him Luc. T is some frantick Pol. What wind brought you hither Phy. That which noble Sir shall blow me all over the Universe to do you service Pol. I thank you for your complement your Captainly protestation Phy. Brave Bevy of gallants my purse being Millions of degrees voyder of money then my heart of courage I desire to empty my mouth of words to fill up the vacuum of it if you please to lend me your attention and afterwards to commemorate with munificence the worth of my Oration Pol. Sweet Antiphila what say you Anti. He speaks so strangely I would hear him Pol. Draculemion you know what to do Phy. Hail but fair weather I that have been the favorite of inconstant fortune and term'd worthily by the worshipfull title of a gentleman am now debas'd into an humble fugitive Commiserate this wonderful change most excellent Auditors and let your recompence be a help again to restore me and a story to exalt me towards the fastigium of my pristine felicity and at your connivence I will post afoot to Mexico drink your healthes till I 'me sick and kill any I hear speak irreverently of you These and more then these will I accomplish though to my perpetual ignominy or dissolution of my life conditionally you will bestow fluently upon your slave so undeserving a little Dixi. Pol. Here 's for all the company Phi. Will you give me leave to be grateful Pol. Yes surely Phi. I le not desire the Muses to repleat My willing genius with poetick heat This subject doth transcend them I le desire Apollo to this Lay to touch his Lyre Thou Charioter of heaven that dost invest Thy swift-hoof'd Coursers in the dewy East With harness work'd by Mulciber to light The world and dissipate the clouds of night For Phaetons sake not unto me unlike Thy sweetest notes unto this ditty strike Pol. If the Exordium be so long t' will be tedious before the conclusion Anti. Dismiss him therefore Pol. Farewell Draculemion Phi. Would I might kiss thee before Nentis Aside Exit Phi. Pol. Madam how do you like the Lord Falorus Anti. Very well my Lord. Pol. Him I have often motion'd to Lucora And he hath consented to marry her would it not Be a good fortune for her think you Ant. Indeed I think it would Pol. How say you now Lucora Ant. For he is a much applauded gentleman Of good conditions and of sweet behaviour Whose company is every where acceptable He deserves a good match such a one as your daughter is Pol. How say you girle was any thing I told you Of Falorus a falshood Come prethee do thy self a good turn And take him do Lucora Luc. Dear Father pardon me indeed I have not Any desire yet to marry Pol. Sure you have Bethink you and speak wiser Luc. Truly I have not Sir Pol. Y' are a stubborn wench and I am sorry It was my hard fortune to be thy father Your shrewdness shal not carry you through so freely As you believe it will it shall not maiden Anti. Do not chide her She will be rul'd by you Luc. Indeed Madam I had rather live as I do Pol. No I believe not that There is some one Or other farre inferiour unto him Whom she's in love withall perhaps some vile Scumme of the Town Luc. Dear Sir you conceive amiss of me for I Love no man yet and hope I never shall Be of another mind Poli. T is false I cannot believe you Luc. If ever I should I d'e hate my self to place Affection on a man of base birth or Unseemly qualities Anti. Be not angry Sir Nent I pray you marry Madam for it is A state wherein one may securely kiss Luc. Leave thy foolery Nent O t is a fine thing to have a coach of ones own to go to a play when you will And be restrain'd from nothing you have a desire to do Luc. Marriage is no such liberty as you