or no Lady Alas you need not I make already tender of my self and then you are forsworn Elder Lo. Some sin I see indeed must necessarily fall upon me as whosoever deals with Women shall never utterly avoid it yet I would chuse the least ill which is to forsake you that have done me all the abuses of a malignant Woman contemn'd my service and would have held me prating about Marriage till I had been past getting of Children then her that hath forsaken her Family and put her tender body in my hand upon my word Lady Which of us swore you first to Elder Lo. Why to you Lady Which oath is to be kept then Elder Lo. I prethee do not urge my sins unto me Without I could amend ' em Lady Why you may by wedding me Elder Lo. How will that satisfie my word to her Lady 'T is not to be kept and needs no satisfaction 'T is an error sit for repentance only Elder Lo. Shall I live to wrong that tender hearted Virgin so It may not be Lady Why may it not be Elder Lo. I swear I had rather marry thee than her but yet mine honesty Lady What honesty 'T is more preserv'd this way Come by this light servant thou shalt I 'le kiss thee on 't Elder Lo. This kiss indeed is sweet pray God no sin lie under it Lady There is no sin at all try but another Wel. O my heart Mar. Help Sister this Lady swounds Elder Lo. How do you Wel. Why very well if you be so Elder Lo. Since a quiet mind lives not in any Woman shall do a most ungodly thing Hear me one word more which by all my hopes I will not alter I did make aâ— oath when you delai'd me so that this very night I would be married Now if you will go without delay suddenly as late as it is with your own Minister to your own Chappel I 'le wed you and to bed Lady A match dear servant Elder Lo. For if you should forsake me now I care not she would not though for all her injuries such is her spiâ—â— If I be not ashamed to kiss her now I part may I not live Wel. I see you go as slily as you think to steal away yet I will pray for you all blessings of the world light oâ— you two that you may live to be an aged pair All curses on me if I do not speak what I do wish indeed Elder Lo. If I can speak to purpose to her I am a villaâ—â— Lady Servant away Mar. Sister will you Marry that inconstant maâ— ' think you he will not cast you off to morrow to wrong a Lady thus lookt she like dirt 't was basely done May you ne're prosper with him Wel. Now God forbid Alas I was unworthy so I told him Mar. That was your modesty too good for him I would not see your wedding for a world Lady Chuse chuse come Younglove Exit La. Elder Lo. and Young Mar. Dry up your eyes forsooth you shall not think we are all such uncivil beasts as these Would I knew how to give you a revenge Wel. So would not I No let me suffer truly that I desire Mar. Pray walk in with me 't is very late and you shaâ—l stay all night your bed shall be no worse than mine I wiâ—â— I could but do you right Wel. my humble thanks God grant I may but live to quit your love Exeuâ— Enter Young Loveless and Savil. Young Lo. Did your Master send for me Savil Sav. Yes he did send for your worship Sir Young Lo. Do you know the business Sav. Alas Sir I know nothing nor am imployed beyond my hours of eating My dancing days are done Sir Young Lo. What art thou now then Sav. If you consider me in little I am with your worships reverence Sir a Rascal one that upon the next anger of your Brother must raise a sconce by the high way and sell switches my wife is learning now Sir to weave inkle Young Lo. What dost thou mean to do with thy Children Savil Sav. My eldest boy is half a Rogue already he was born bursten and your worship knows that is a pretty step to mens compassions My youngest boy I purpose Sir to bind for ten years to a Goaler to draw under him that he may shew us mercy in his function Young Lo. Your family is quartered with discretion yet are resolved to Cant then where Savil shall your seene lie Sav. Beggers must be no chusers In every place I take it but the stocks Young Lo. This is your drinking and your whoring Savil I told you of it but your heart was hardened Sav. 'T is true you were the first that told me of it I do remember yet in tears you told me you would have Whores and in that passion Sir you broke out thus Thou miserable man repent and brew three Strikes more in a Hogshead 'T is noon e're we be drunk now and the time can tarry for no man Young Lo. Y' are grown a bitter Gentleman I see misery can clear your head better than Mustard I 'le be a sutor for your Keys again Sir Sav. Will you but be so gracious to me Sir I shall be bound Young Lo. You shall Sir To your bunch again or I 'le miss foully Enter Morecraft Mor. Save you Gentleman save you Young Lo. Now Polecat what young Rabets nest have you to draw Mor. Come prethee be familiar Knight Young Lo. Away Fox I 'le send for Terriers for you Mor. Thou art wide yet I 'le keep thee companie Young Lo. I am about some business Indentures If ye follow me I 'le beat you take heed A I live I 'le cancel your Coxcomb Mor. Thou art cozen'd now I am no usurer What poor fellow 's this Savil. I am poor indeed Sir Mor. Give him mony Knight Young Lo. Do you begin the offering Mor. There poor fellow here 's an Angel for thee Young Lo. Art thou in earnest Morecraft Mor. Yes faith Knight I 'le follow thy example thou hadst land and thousands thou spendst and flungst away and yet it flows in double I purchased wrung and wierdraw'd for my wealth lost and was cozen'd for which I make a vow to trie all the waies above ground but I 'le find a constant means to riches without curses Young Lo. I am glad of your conversion Master Morecraft Y' are in a fair course pray pursue it still Mor. Come we are all gallants now I 'le keep thee company Here honest fellow for this Gentlemans sake there 's two Angels more for thee Savil. God quite you Sir and keep you long in this mind Young Lo. Wilt thou persevere Mor. Till I have a penny I have brave cloathes a making and two horses canst thou not help me to a match Knight I 'le lay a thousand pound upon my crop-ear Yo. Lo. Foot this is stranger than an Africk monster There will be no more talk of the Cleve wars Whilst this
the spume of Cocitus do ye snarle you black Jill she looks like the Picture of America Val. Why stay we now Mir. This last petition to the Court I may bequeath the keeping of my Fort To this my kinsman toward the maintenance Of him and his fair virtuous wife discreet Loyal and valiant I dare give him you Val. You must not ask in vain Sir Col. My best thanks To you my noble Cosin and my service To the whole Court may I deserve this bounty Val. Proceed to th' ceremony one of our Esguard Degrade Mountferrat first Mount I will not sue For mercy 't were in vain fortune thy worst Musick An Altar discover'd with Tapers and a Book on it The two Bishops stand on each side of it Mountferrat as the Song is singing ascends up the Altar See see the stain of honor virtues foe Of Virgins fair fames the foul overthrow That broken hath his oath of chastity Dishonor'd much this holy dignity Off with his Robe expell him forth this place Whilst we rejoyce and sing at his disgrace Val. Since by thy actions thou hast made thy self Unworthy of that worthy sign thou wear'st And of our sacred order into which For former virtues we receiv'd thee first According to our Statutes Ordinances For praise unto the good a terror to The bad and an example to all men We here deprive thee of our habit and Declare thee unworthy our society From which we do expell thee as a rotten Corrupted and contagious member Esq Using th' authority th' Superior Hath given unto me I untie this knot And take from thee the pleasing yoak of heaven We take from off thy breast this holy cross Which thou hast made thy burthen not thy prop Thy spurs we spoil thee of leaving thy heels Bare of thy honor that have kick'd against Our Orders precepts next we reave thy sword And give foe to goodness and to Heaven Last 'bout thy stiffneck we this halter hang And leave thee to the mercy of thy Court. Val. Invest Miranda SONG Fair child of virtue honors bloom That here with burning zeal dost come With joy to ask the white cross cloak And yield unto this pleasing yoak That being young vows chastity And choosest wilful poverty As this flame mounts so mount thy zeal thy glory Rise past the Stars and fix in Heaven thy story 1 Bish Whar crave you gentle Sir Mir. Humble admittance To be a brother of the holy Hospital Of great Jerusalem 2 Bish Breathe out your vow Mir. To heaven and all the bench of Saints above Whose succor I implore t' enable me I vow henceforth a chaste life not to enjoy Any thing proper to my self obedience To my superiors whom Religion And Heaven shall give me ever to defend The virtuous fame of Ladies and to oppugne Even unto death the Christian enemy This do I vow to accomplish Esq Who can tell Has he made other vow or promis'd marriage To any one or is in servitude All. He 's free from all these 1 Bish Put on his spurs and girt him with the sword The scourge of Infidels and tipes of speed Buildst thy faith on this Mir. On him that dy'd On such a sacred figure for our sins 2 Bish Here then we fix it on thy left side for Thy increase of faith Christian defence and service To th' poor and thus near to thy heart we plant it That thou maist love it even with all thy heart With thy right hand protect preserve it whole For if thou fighting ' gainst heavens enemies Shalt flie away abandoning the cross The Ensign of thy holy General With shame thou justly shalt be robb'd of it Chas'd from our company and cut away As an infectious putrified limb Mir. I ask no favour 1 Bish Then receive the yoak Of him that makes it sweet and light in which Thy soul find her eternal rest Val. Most welcome All. Welcome our noble Brother Val. Break up the Court Mountferrat though your deeds Conspiring ' gainst the lives of innocents Hath forfeited your own we will not stain Our white cross with your blood your doom is theâ— o marry this coagent of your mischiefs Which done we banish you the continent If either after three daies here be found The hand of Law laies hold upon your lives Nor. Away French stallion now you have a Barbary mare of your own go leap her and engender young devilings Val. We will find something noble Norandine To quit your merit so to civil feasts According to our customs and all pray The dew of grace bless our new Knight to day Exeuâ—â— FINIS Loves Cure or the Martial Maid A COMEDY The Persons Represented in the Play Assistant or Governor Vitelli a young Gentleman enemy to Alvarez Lamoral a fighting Gallant friend to Vitelli. Anastro an honest Gentleman friend to Vitelli Don Alvarez a noble Gent. Father to Lucio and Clara. Siavedra a friend to Alvarez Lucio Son to Alvarez a brave young Gent. in womans habit Alguazeir a sharking panderly Constable of worship Pachieco a Cobler Mendoza a Botcher Metaldie a Smith Lazarillo Pachieco his hungry servant Bobbadilla a witty knave servant to Eugenia and Steward vant to Alvarez Herald Officer WOMEN Eugenia a virtuous Lady wife to Don Alvarez Clara Daughter to Eugenia a martial Maid valiant and chaste enamoured of Vitelli. Genevora Sister to Vitelli in love with Lucio Malroda a wanton Mistiriss of Vitelli. The Scene Sevil. A PROLOGUE At the reviving of this PLAY STatues and Pictures challenge price and fame If they can justly boast and prove they came From Phidias or Apelles None denie Poets and Painters hold a sympathy Yet their works may decay and lose their grace Receiving blemish in their Limbs or Face When the Minds Art has this preheminence She still retaineth her first excellence Then why should not this dear Piece be esteem'd Child to the richest fancies that e'r teem'd When not their meanest off-spring that came forth But bore the image of their Fathers worth Beaumonts and Fletchers whose desert out-wayes The best applause and their least sprig of Boyes Is worthy Phaebus and who comes to gather Their fruits of wit he shall not rob the treasure Nor can you ever surfeit of the plenty Nor can you call them rare though they be dainty The more you take the more you do them right And we will thank you for your own delight Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter Vitelli Lamoral Anastro Vit. ALvarez pardon'd Ana. And return'd Lamo. I saw him land At St. Lucars and such a general welcome Fame as harbinger to his brave actions Had with the easie people prepar'd for him As if by his command alone and fortune Holland with those low Provinces that hold out Against the Arch-Duke were again compell'd With their obedience to give up their lives To be at his Devotion Vit. You amaze me For though I have heard that when he fled from Sevil To save his life than forfeited to Law For
first quick Eele that sav'd her tail Exeunt SCENE II. Enter Lucina Ardelia and Phorba Ardel. You still insist upon that Idol Honour Can it renew your yâ—uth can it add wealth That takes off wrinkles can it draw mens eyes To gaze upon you in your age can honour That truly is a Saint to none but Souldiers And look'd into bears no reward but danger Leave you the most respected person living Or can the common kisses of a Husband Which to a sprightly Lady is a labour Make ye almost Immortal ye are cozen'd The honour of a woman is her praises The way to get these to be seen and sought too And not to bury such a happy sweetness Under a smoaky roof Luci. I 'le hear no more Phor. That white and red and all that blessed beauty Kept from the eyes that make it so is nothing Then you are rarely fair when men proclaim it The Phenix were she never seen were doubted That most unvalued Horn the Unicorn Bears to oppose the Huntsman were it nothing But tale and meer tradition would help no man But when the vertue 's known the honour 's doubled Vertue is either lame or not at all And love a Sacriledge and not a Saint When it bars up the way to mens Petitions Ard. Nay ye shall love your Husband too we come not To make a Monster of ye Luc. Are ye women Ard. You 'll find us so and women you shall thank too If you have grace to make your use Luc. Fye on ye Phor. Alas poor bashful Lady by my soul Had ye no other vertue but your blushes And I a man I should run mad for those How daintily they set her off how sweetly Ard. Come Goddess come you move too near the earth It must not be a better Orb stayes for you Here be a Maid and take ' em Luc. Pray leave me Phor. That were a sin sweet Lady and a way To make us guilty of your melancholy You must not be alone in conversation Doubts are resolv'd and what sticks near the conscience Made easie and allowable Luc. Ye are Devils Ard. That you may one day bless for your damnation Luc. I charge ye in the name of Chastity Tempt me no more how ugly ye seem to me There is no wonder men defame our Sex And lay the vices of all ages on us When such as you shall bear the names of women If ye had eyes to see your selves or sence Above the base rewards ye play the bawds for If ever in your lives ye heard of goodness Though many Regions off as men hear Thunder â—f ever ye had Mothers and they souls If ever Fathers and not such as you are If ever any thing were constant in you Besides your sins or coming but your courses If ever any of your Ancestors Dyed worth a noble deed that would be cherish'd Soul-frighted with this black infection You would run from one another to repentance And from your guilty eyes drop out those sins That made ye blind and beasts Phor. Ye speak well Lady A sign of fruitful education If your religious zeal had wisdom with it Ard. This Lady was ordain'd to bless the Empire And we may all give thanks for 't Phor. I believe ye Ard. If any thing redeem the Emperour From his wild flying courses this is she She can instruct him if ye mark she is wise too Phor. Exceeding wise which is a wonder in her And so religious that I well believe Though she would sin she cannot Ard. And besides She has the Empires cause in hand not loves There lies the main consideration For which she is chiefly born Phor. She finds that point Stronger than we can tell her and believe it I look by her means for a reformation And such a one and such a rare way carried That all the world shall wonder at Ard. 'T is true I never thought the Emperor had wisdom Pity or fair affection to his Country Till he profest this love gods give 'em Children Such as her vertues merit and his zeal I look to see a Numa from this Lady Or greater than Octavius Phor. Do you mark too Which is a Noble vertue how she blushes And what a flowing modesty runs through her When we but name the Emperour Ard. But mark it Yes and admire it too for she considers Though she be fair as Heaven and vertuous As holy truth yet to the Emperour She is a kind of nothing but her service Which she is bound to offer and she 'll do it And when her Countries cause commands affection She knows obedience is the key of vertues Then flye the blushes out like Cupid's arrows And though the tye of Marriage to her Lord Would fain cry stay Lucina yet the cause And general wisdom of the Princes love Makes here find surer ends and happier And if the first were chaste this is twice doubled Phor. Her tartness unto us too Ard. That 's a wise one Phor. I rarely like it shews a rising wisdom That chides all common fools as dare enquire What Princes would have private Ard. What a Lady Shall we be blest to serve Luc. Go get ye from me Ye are your purses Agents not the Princes Is this the vertuous Loâ—e ye train'd me out to Am I a woman fit to imp your vâ—ces But that I had a Mother and a woman Whosoever living fame turns all it touches Into the good it self is I should now Even doubt my self I have been sâ—arch't so near The very soul of honour why should you two That happily have been as chaste as I am Fairer I think by much for yet your faces Like ancient well built piles shew worthy ruins After that Angel age turn mortal Devils For shame for woman-hood for what ye have been For rotten Cedars have born goodly branches If ye have hope of any Heaven but Court Which like a Dream you 'l find hereafter vaniâ—h Or at the best but subject to repentance Study no more to be ill spoken of Let women live themselves if they must fall Their own destruction find 'em not your Fâ—vours Ard. Madam ye are so excellent in all And I must tell it you with admiration So true a joy ye have so sweet a fear And when ye come to anger t is so noble That for mine own part I could still offend To hear you angry women that want tâ— And your way guided else I count 〈…〉 Are either Fools or Cowards Phor. She were a Mistris for no p◠〈…〉 Could she not frown a ravish'd kiss 〈…〉 And such an anger as this Lady lea◠〈◊〉 Stuck with such pleasing â—angers 〈…〉 Which of ye all could hold from Luc. I perceive ye Your own dark sins dwell with ye and t' at prâ— You sell the chastity of modest wives at Runs to diseases with your bones I scorâ— And all the nets ye've pitcht to catch my vâ— Like Spiders Webs I sweep away before me Go tell the Emperour ye have met a woman That
in the behalf of this child Mer. Are you not wise to Merri-thought Mist mer. Yes truly would I had nere seen his eyes he has undone me and himself and his children and there he lives at home and sings and hoyts and revels among his drunken companions but I warrant you where to get a penny to put bread in his mouth he knows not And therefore if it like your Worship I would intreat your Letter to the honest Host of the Bell in Waltham that I may place my child under the protection of his Tapster in some setled course of life Mer I 'm glad the heavens have heard my prayers thy Husband When I was ripe in sorrows laught at me Thy son like an unthankful wretch I having Redeem'd him from his fall and made him mine To shew his love again first stole my daughter Then wrong'd this Gentleman and last of all Gave me that grief had almost brought me down Unto my grave had not a stronger hand Reliev'd my sorrows go and weep as I did And be unpittied for here I profess An everlasting hate to all thy name Mist mer. Will you so Sir how say you by that come Micke let him keep his wind to cool his Pottage we 'll go to thy Nurses Micke she knits silk stockings boy and we 'll knit too boy and be beholding to none of them all Exeunt Michael and Mother Enter a Boy with a Letter Boy Sir I take it you are the Master of this house Mer. How then boy Boy Then to your self Sir comes this Letter Mer. From whom my pretty boy Boy From him that was your servant but no more Shall that name ever be for he is dead Grief of your purchas'd anger broke his heart 〈◊〉 saw him dye and from his hand receiv'd This paper with a charge to bring it hither Read it and satisfie your self in all Merch. LETTER SIR that I have wronged your love I must confess in which I have purchast to my self besides mine own undoing the ill opinion of my friends let not your anger good Sir outlive me but suffer me to rest in peace with your forgiveness let my body if a dying man may so much prevail with you be brought to your daughter that she may know my hot flames are now buried and withall receive a testimony of the zeal I bore her vertue farewell for ever and be ever happy Jasper Gods hand is great in this I do forgive him Yet am I glad he 's quiet where I hope He will not bite again boy bring the body And let him have his will if that be all Boy 'T is here without Sir Mer. So Sir if you please You may conduct it in I do not fear it Hum. I 'll be your Usher boy for though I say it He ow'd me something once and well did pay it Exeunt Enter Luce alone Luce. If there be any punishment inflicted Upon the miserable more than yet I feell Let it together seize me and at once Press down my soul I cannot bear the pain Of these delaying tortures thou that art The end of all and the sweet rest of all Come come oh death bring me to thy peace And blot out all the memory I nourish Both of father and my cruel friend O wretch'd maid still living to be wretched To be a say to fortune in her changes And grow to number times and woes together How happy had I been if being born My grave had been my cradle Enter servant Ser. By your leave Young Mistris here 's a boy hath brought a Coffin What a would say I know not but your father Charg'd me to give you notice here they come Enter two bearing a Coffin Jasper in it Luce. For me I hope 't is come and 't is most welcome Boy Fair Mistriss let me not add greater grief To that great store you have already Jasper That whilst he liv'd was yours now dead And here inclos'd commanded me to bring His body hither and to crave a tear From those fair eyes though he deserve not pitty To deck his Funeral for so he bid me Tell her for whom he di'd Luce. He shall have many Exeunt Coffin-carrier and Boy Good friends depart a little whilst I take My leave of this dead man that once I lov'd Hold yet a little life and then I give thee To thy first heavenly being O my friend Hast thou deceiv'd me thus and got before me I shall not long be after but believe me Thou wert too cruel Jasper ' gainst thy self In punishing the fault I could have pardoned With so untimely death thou didst not wrong me But ever wer 't most kind most true most loving And I the most unkind most false most cruell Didst thou but ask a tear I 'll give thee all Even all my eyes can pour down all my sigh's And all my self before thou goest from me There are but sparing Rites But if thy soul Be yet about this place and can behold And see what I prepare to deck thee with It shall go up born on the wings of peace And satisfied first will I sing thy Dirge Then kiss thy pale lips and then dye my self And fill one Coffin and one grave together SONG Come you whose loves are dead And whilst I sing Weep and wring Every hand and every head Bind with Cipress and sad Ewe Ribbands black and Candles blue For him that was of men most true Come with heavy mourning And on his grave Let him have Sacrifice of sighs and groaning Let him have fair flowers enow White and purple green and yellow For him that was of men most true Thou fable cloth sad cover of my joys I lift thee up and thus I meet with death Jasp And thus you meet the living Luce. Save me Heaven Jasp Nay do not flye me fair I am no spirit Look better on me do you know me yet Luce. O thou dear shadow of my friend Jasp Dear substance I swear I am no shadow feel my hand It is the same it was I am your Jasper Your Jasper that 's yet living and yet loving Pardon my rash attempt my foolish proof I put in practice of your constancy For sooner should my sword have drunk my blood And set my soul at liberty than drawn The least drop from that body for which boldness Doom me to any thing if death I take it And willingly Luce. This death I 'll give you for it So now I am satisfied you are no spirit But my own truest truest truest friend Why do you come thus to me Jasp First to see you Then to convey you hence Luce. It cannot be For I am lockt up here and watcht at all hours That 't is impossible for me to scape Jasp Nothing more possible within this Coffin Do you convey your self let me alone I have the wits of twenty men about me Only I crave the shelter of your Closet A little and then fear me not creep in That they may
I live George Cit. Let me alone sweet-heart I have a trick in my head shall lodge him in the Arches for one year and make him sing Peccavi ' ere I leave him and yet he shall never know who hurt him neither Wife Do my good Geerge do Cit. What shall we have Rafe do now boy Boy You shall have what you will sir Cit. Why so sir go and fetch me him then and let the Sophy of Persia come and christen him a child Boy Believe me Sir that will not do so well 't is stale it has been had before at the Red Bull. Wife George let Rafe travell over great hills and let him be weary and come to the King of Cracovia's house covered with velvet and there let the Kings daughter stand in her window all in beaten gold combing her golden locks with a comb of Ivory and let her spye Rafe and fall in love with him and come down to him and carry him into her fathers house and then let Rafe talk with her Cit. Well said Nel it shall be so boy let 's ha 't done quickly Boy Sir if you will imagine all this to be done already you shall hear them talk together but we cannot present a house covered with black Velvet and a Lady in beaten gold Cit. Sir Boy le ts ha 't as you can then Boy Besides it will shew ill-favoredly to have a Grocers Prentice to court a Kings daughter Cit. Will it so Sir you are well read in Histories I pray you what was Sir Dagonet was not he Prentice to a Grocer in London read the Play of the Four Prentices of London where they toss their Pikes so I pray you fetch him in Sir fetch him in Boy It shall be done it is not our fault Gentlemen Exit Wife Now we shall see fine doings I warrant thee George O here they come how prettily the King of Cracovia's daughter is drest Enter Rafe and the Lady Squire and Dwarf Cit. I Nell it is the fashion of that Countrey I warrant thee Lady Welcome sir Knight unto my fathers Court. King of Moldavia unto me Pompiona His daughter dear but sure you do not like Your entertainment that will stay with us No longer but a night Raph. Damsell right fair I 'm on many sad adventures bound That call me forth into the Wilderness Besides my horses back in something gal'd Which will enforce me ride a sober pace But many thanks fair Lady be to you For using errant Knight with courtesie Lady But say brave Knight what is your name and birth Rafe My name is Rafe I am an Englishman As true as steel a hearty Englishman And Prentice to a Grocer in the Strand By deed indent of which I have one part But fortune calling me to follow Arms On me this holy Order I did take Of burning Pestle which in all mens eyes I bear confounding Ladies enemies Lady Oft have I heard of your brave Countrymen And fertile soil and store of wholosome food My father oft will tell me of a drink In England found and Nipitato call'd Which driveth all the sorrow from your hearts Rafe Lady 't is true you need not lay your lips To better Nipitato than there is Lady And of a wild-fowl he will often speak Which poudred beef and mustard called is For there have been great Wars 'twixt us and you But truely Rafe it was not long of me Tell me then Rafe could you contented be To wear a Ladies favor in your shield Rafe I am a Knight of Religious Order And will not wear a favor of a Ladies That trusts in Antichrist and false traditions Cit. Well said Rafe convert her if thou canst Rafe Besides I have a Lady of my own In merry England for whose virtuous sake I took these Arms and Susan is her name A Coblers maid in Milkstreet whom I vow Nere to forsake whilst life and Pestle last Lady Happy that Cobling Dame who ere she be That for her own dear Rafe hath gotten thee Unhappy I that nere shall see the day To see thee more that bear'st my heart away Rafe Lady farewell I must needs take my leave Lady Hard-hearted Rafe that Ladies dost deceive Cit. Hark thee Rafe there 's money for thee give something in the King of Cracovia's house be not beholding to him Rafe Lady before I go I must remember Your fathers Officers who truth to tell Have been about me very diligent Hold up thy snowy hand thou princely maid There 's twelvepence for your fathers Chamberlain And another shilling for his Cook For by my troth the Goose was rosted well And twelve pence for your fathers Horse-keeper For nointing my horse back and for his butter There is another shilling to the maid That washt my boot-hose there 's an English groat And twopence to the boy that wip't my boots And last fair Lady there is for your self Three pence to buy you pins at Bumbo Fair. Lady Full many thanks and I will keep them safe Till all the heads be off for thy sake Rafe Rafe Advance my Squire and Dwarf I cannot stay Lady Thou kil'st my heart in parting thus away Exeunt Wife I commend Rafe yet that he will not stoop to a Cracovian there 's properer women in London than any are there I-wis But here comes Master Humphrey and his love again now George Cit. I Cunny peace Enter Merchant Humphrey Luce and Boy Merc. Go get you up I will not be intreated And Gossip mine I 'll keep you sure hereafter From gadding out again with boys and unthrifts Come they are womens tears I know your fashion Go sirrah lock her in and keep the key Exit Luce and Boy Safe as your life Now my son Humphrey You may both rest assured of my love In this and reap your own desire Hum. I see this love you speak of through your daughter Although the hole be little and hereafter Will yield the like in all I may or can Fitting a Christian and a Gentleman Merc· I Do believe you my good son and thank you For 't were an impudence to think you flattered Hum. It were indeed but shall I tell you why I have been beaten twice about the lye Merc. Well son no more of complement my daughter Is yours again appoint the time and take her Wee 'll have no stealing for it I my self And some few of our friends will see you married Hum. I would you would i'faith for be it known I ever was afraid to lye alone Mer. Some three days hence then Hum. Three days let me see 'T is somewhat of the most yet I agree Because I mean against the pointed day To visit all my friends in new array Enter servant Ser. Sir there 's a Gentlewoman without would speak with your Worship Mer. What is she Ser. Sir I askt her not Mer. Bid her come in Enter Mistriss Merry-thought and Michael Mist mer. Peace be to your Worship I come as a poor Suitor to you Sir
will go walk by the New River in that meditation I am o'er shooes I 'm sure upon the drie bank this gullery of my Master will keep me company this two hours too if love were not an enemy to laughter I should drive away the time well enough you know my walk Sir if she sends I shall be found angling for I will try what I can catch for luck sake I will fish fair for 't Oh Knight that thou shouldst be gull'd so ha ha it does me good at heart But oh Lady thou tak'st down my merry part Exit Enter Witty-pate Witty Friend Cun. Here friend Witty All 's afoot and will goe smooth away The woman has conquer'd the women they are gone Which I have already complain'd to my Father Suggesting that Sir Gregory is fall'n off From his charge for neglects and ill usage And that he is most violently bent On Gentries wise whom I have call'd a widow And that without most sudden prevention He will be married to her Cun. All this is wrong This wings his pursuit and will be before me I am lost for ever Witty No stay you shall not go But with my Father on my wit let it lie You shall appear a friendly assistant To help in all affairs and in execution Help your self only Cun. Would my belief Were strong in this assurance Witty You shall credit it And my wit shall be your slave if it deceive you Enter Old Knight My Father Old K. Oh Sir you are well met where 's the Knight your friend Cun. Sir I think your Son has told you Witty Shall I stand to tell 't agen I tell you he loves But not my Kinswoman her base usage And your slack performance which he accuses most Indeed has turn'd the Knights heart upside down Old K. I 'll curb her for 't can he be but recover'd He shall have her and she shall be dutiful And love him as a Wife too Witty With that condition Sir I dare recall him where he enter'd the Church So much interest of love I assure in him Old K. Sir it shall be no loss to you if you do Witty I but these are words still will not the deeds Be wanting at the recovery if it should be agen Old K. Why here fool I am provided five hunder'd in earnest Of the thousands in her Dower but were they married once â—'d cut him short enough that 's my agreement Witty I now I perceive some purpose in you Father .. Old K. But wherefore is she then stol'n out of doors to him Witty To him oh sie upon your error she has another object believe it Sir Old K. I never could perceive it Cun. I did Sir and to her shame I should speak it To my own sorrow I saw it dalliance Nay dotage with a very Clown a Fool. Old K. Wit and wantons nothing else nothing else She love a fool she 'll sooner make a Fool Of a wise man Cun. I my friend complains so Sir Gregory says flatly she makes a fool of him And these hold circumstances are approv'd Favours have been sent by him yet he ignorant Whither to carry 'em they have been understood And taken from him certain Sir there is An unsuspected fellow lies conceal'd What or where e'er he is these slight neglects Could not be of a Knight else Old K. Well Sir you have promis'd if we recover him Unmarried to salve all these old bruises Cun. I 'll do my best Sir Old K. I shall thank you costly Sir and kindly too Witty Will you talk away the time here Sir and come behind all your purposes Old K. Away good Sir Witty Then stay a little good Sir for my advice Why Father are you broke your wit beggar'd Or are you at your wits end or out of Love with wit no trick of wit to surprize Those designs but with open Hue and Cry For all the world to talk on this is strange You were not wont to slubber a project so Old K. Can you help at a pinch now shew your self My Son go too I leave this to your wit Because I 'll make a proof on 't Witty 'T is thus then I have had late intelligence they are now Bucksom as Bacchus Froes revelling dancing Telling the Musicks numbers with their feet Awaiting the meeting of permonish'd friends That 's questionless little dreading you Now Sir with a dexterous trick indeed suddain And sufficient were well to enter on um As something like the abstract of a Masque What though few persons if best for our purpose That commends the project Old K. This takes up time Witty Not at all I can presently furnish With loose disguises that shall fit that Scene Old K. Why what wants then Witty Nothing but charge of Musick That must be paid you know Old K. That shall be my charges I 'll pay the Musick What e'er it cost Witty And that shall be all your charge Now on I like it there will be wit in 't Father Exit Old K. and Witty Cun. I will neither distrust his wit nor friendship Yet if his Master brain should be o'er-thrown My resolution now shall seize mine own Exit Enter Neece Lady Ruinous Guardianess Ruinous Priscian with instruments masqu'd L. Rui. Nay let 's have Musick let that sweet breath at least Give us her airy welcome 't will be the best I fear this ruin'd receptacle will yield But that most freely Nee. My welcome follows me Else I am ill come hither you assure me Still Mr. Cunningame will be here and that it was His kind entreaty that wish'd me meet him L. Ruin Else let me be that shame unto my Sex That all belief may flie um Nee. Continue still The Knights name unto my Guardianess She expects no other Ruin He will he will assure you Lady Sir Gregory will be here and suddainly This Musick fore-ran him is' t not so consorts Ruin Yes Lady he stays on some device to bring along Such a labour he was busie in some witty device Nee. 'Till belong e'r he comes then for wits a great Labour to him Guard Well well you 'll agree better one day Nee. Scarce two I think Guard Such a mock-beggar suit of cloaths as led me Into the fools pair-of-Dice with Dewze Ace He that would make me Mistriss Cun Cun Cunnie He 's quite out of my mind but I shall ne'er Forget him while I have a hole in my head Such a one I think would please you better Though he did abuse you Ruin Fye speak well of him now Your Neece has quitted him Guard I hope she has Else she loses me for ever but for Sir Gregory Would he were come I shall ill answer this Unto your Uncle else Nee. You know 't is his pleasure I should keep him company Guard I and should be your own If you did well too Lord I do wonder At the niceness of you Ladies now a days They must have Husbands with so much wit forsooth Worship and
wealth were both wont to be In better request I 'm sure I cannot tell But they get ne'er the wiser children that I see La. Ruin La la la la Sol this Musick breaths in vain Methinks 't is dull to let it move alone Let 's have a female motion 't is in private And we 'll grace 't our selves however it deserves Nee. What say you Guardianess Guard 'Las I 'm weary with the walk My jaunting days are done L. Ru. Come come we 'll fetch her in by course or else She shall pay the Musick Guard Nay I 'll have a little for my money then They Dance a Cornet is winded L. Ru. Hark upon my life the Knight 't is your friend This was the warning-piece of his approach Enter Old Knight Witty-pate Cunningame Masqu'd and take them to Dance L. Ru. Ha no words but mum well then We shall need no counsel-keeping Nee. Cunningam Cun. Yes fear nothing Nee. Fear why do you tell me of it Cun. Your Uncles here Nee. Aye me Cun. Peace Old K. We have caught ' em Witty Thank my wit Father Guard Which is the Knight think you Nee. I know not he will be found when he speaks No Masque can disguise his tongue Witty Are you charg'd Old K. Are you awake Witty I 'm answer'd in a question Cun. Next change we meet we lose our hands no more Nee. Are you prepar'd to tye ' em Cun Yes You must go with me Guard Whither Sir not from my charge believe me Cun. She goes along Nee. Will you venture and my Uncle here Cun. His stay 's prepar'd for Guard 'T is the Knight sure I 'll follow Exit Cun. Nee. Guard Old K. How now the Musick tir'd before us Ruin Yes Sir we must be paid now Witty Oh that 's my charge Father Old K. But stay where are our wanton Ladies gone Son where are they Witty Only chang'd the room in a change that 's all sure Old K. I 'll make 'em all sure else and then return to you Ruin You must pay for your Musick first Sir Old K. Must are there musty Fidlers are Beggars choosers now Ha why Witty-pate Son where am I Witty You were dancing e'en now in good measure Sir Is your health miscarried since what all you Sir Old K. Death I may be gull'd to my face where 's my Neece What are you L. Ru. None of your Neece Sir Old K. How now have you loud instruments too I 'll hear No more I thank you what have I done tro To bring these fears about me Son where am I Witty Not where you should be Sir you shall be paying For your Musick and you are in a maze Old K. Oh is' t so put up put up I pray you Here 's a crown for you L. Ruin Pish a crown Ruin Pris Ha ha ha a crown Old K. Which way do you laugh I have seen a crown Has made a Consort laugh heartily Witty Father To tell you truth these are no ordinary Musicians they expect a bounty Above their punctual desert Old K. A on your Punks and their deserts too Am I not cheated all this while think you Is not your pate in this Witty If you be cheated You are not to be indicted for your own goods Here you trifle time to market your bounty And make it base when it must needs be free For ought I can perceive Old K. Will you know the lowest price Sir Witty That I will Sir with all my heart Old K. Unless I was discover'd and they now fled Home agen for fear I am absolutely beguil'd That 's the best can be hop'd for Witty Faith 't is somewhat too dear yet Gentlemen Ruin There 's not a Denier to be bated Sir Old K. Now Sir how dear is it Witty Bate but the t'other ten pound Pris Not a Bawbee Sir Old K. How bate ten pound what 's the whole sum then Witty Faith Sir a hundred pound with much adoe I got fifty bated and faith Father to say truth 'T is reasonable for men of their fashion Old K. La la la down a hunder'd pound la la la You are a Consort of Thieves are you not Witty No Musicians Sir I told you before Old K. Fiddle faddle is it not a robbery a plain robbery Witty No no no by no means Father you have receiv'd For your money nay and that you cannot give back 'T is somewhat dear I confess but who can help it If they had been agreed with before-hand 'T was ill forgotten Old C. And how many snares have you in this I see my force Case up your instruments I yield here as robb'd and Taken from me I deliver it Witty No Sir you have perform'd your promise now Which was to pay the charge of Musick that 's all Old K. I have heard no Musick I have receiv'd none Sir There 's none to be found in me nor about me Witty Why Sir here 's witness against you you have danc'd And he that dances acknowledges a receipt of Musick Old K. I denie that Sir look you I can dance without Musick do you see Sir and I can sing without it too you are a Consort of Thieves do you hear what I do Witty Pray you take heed Sir if you do move the Musick agen it may cost you as much more Old K. Hold hold I 'll depart quietly I need not bid you farewel I think now so long as that hundred pound lasts with you Enter Guardianess Ha ha am I snapt i'faith Guar. Oh Sir Persidious Old K. I I some howling another while Musick 's too damnable dear Guard Oh Sir my heart-strings are broke if I can but live to tell you the tale I care not your Neece my charge is Old K. What is she sick Guard No no Sir she 's lustily well married Old K. To whom Guard Oh to that cunning dissembler Cuningam Old K. I 'll hang the Priest first what was he Guard Your kinsman Sir that has the Welch Benefice Old K. I sav'd him from the Gallows to that end good is there any more Guard And Sir Gregory is married too Old K. To my Neece too I hope and then I may hang her Guard No Sir to my Neece thank Cupid and that 's all that 's likely to recover me she 's Lady Fop now and I am One of her Aunts I thank my promotion Enter Credulous Cuningam Neece Sir Gregory and Mirabel Gred. I have perform'd your best Sir Old K. What have you perform'd Sir Witty Faith Sir I must excuse my Cosin in this act If you can excuse your self for making him A Priest there 's the most difficult answer I put this practise on him as from your desire A truth a truth Father Cred I protest Sir he tells you truth he mov'd me to 't in your namh Old K. I protest Sir he told you a lye in my name and were you so easie Mr. Credulous to believe him Cred. If a man should not believe his Cosin