some good tidings Gas O the best And happiest for this land that e'r was told All the Venetian Forces are defeated Mel How Sir Gas And what doth add some delight more There is amongst the Souldiers a contention Who shall be the triumpher and it stands Doubtful between a Father and his Son Old Cassilanes and young Antinous Mel. VVhy may not both demand it Gas The Law denies it But where the Souldiers do not all consent The Parties in contention are refer'd To plead before the Senate and from them Upon an open audience to be judg'd The Chief and then to make demands Mel. You ravish me VVith wonder and delight Gas Come as we walk I shall more fully inform you Exeunt SCENE II. Enter Cassilanes Arcanes Antinous and Decius Cas Admit no Souldier near us till the Senate Have took their places Arc. You are obey'd my Lord. Ant. Decius fall off Dec. I shall Cas Give leave Arcanes Young man come nearer to me who am I Ant. It were a sin against the piety Of silial duty if I should forget The debt I owe my Father on my knee Your pleasure Cas VVhat so low canst thou find joints Yet be an Elephant Antinous rise Thou wilt belye opinion and rebate The ambition of thy gallantry that they Whose confidence thou hast bewitch'd should see Their little God of War kneel to his Father Though in my hand I did grasp Thunder Ant. Sir For proof that I acknowledge you the Author Of giving me my Birth I have discharg'd A part of my Obedience But if now You should as cruel fathers do proclaim Your right and Tyrant-like usurp the glory Of my peculiar honours not deriv'd From successary but purchas'd with my bloud Then I must stand first Champion for my self Against all interposers Cas Boldly urg'd And proudly I could love thee did not anger Consult with just disdain in open language To call thee most ungrateful Say freely Wilt thou resign the flatteries whereon The reeling pillars of a popular breath Have rais'd thy Giant-like conceit to add A suffrage to thy Fathers merit speak Ant. Sir hear me were there not a Chronicle Well pen'd by all their tongues who can report What they have seen you do or had you not Best in your own performance writ your self And been your own text I would undertake Alone without the help of Art or Character But only to recount your deeds in Arms And you should ever then be fam'd a President Of living victory But as you are Great and well worthy to be stiled Great It would betray a poverty of Spirit In me to obstruct my fortunes or descent If I should coward-like surrender up The interest which the inheritance of your vertue And mine own thrifty fate can claim in honour My Lord of all the mass of Fame which any That wears a Sword and hath but seen me fight Gives me I will not share nor yield one jot One tittle Cas Not to me Ant. You are my Father Yet not to you Cas Ambitious Boy how dar'st thou To tell me that thou wilt contend Ant. Had I Been slothful and not follow'd you in all The streights of death you might have justly then Reputed me a Bastard 't is a cruelty More than to murther Innocents to take The life of my yet infant-honour from me Cas Antinous look upon this badge of age Thy Father 's grey-hair'd beard full fifty years And more than half of this ere thou wert born I have been known a Souldier in which time I sound no difference 'twixt War and Peace For War was Peace to me and Peace was War Antinous mark me well there hath not liv'd These fifty years a man whom Crete prefer'd Before thy Father let me boldly boast Thy Father both for Discipline and Action Hath so long been the first of all his Nation Now canst thou think it honest charitable Nay humane being so young my Son my Child Be got bred taught by me by me thy Father For one days service and that on thy first To rob me of a glory which I fought for A half of hundred years Ant. My case observes Both equity and presidents for Sir That very day whereon you got your Fame You took it from some other who was then Chief in repute as you are now and has been Perhaps as many years deserving that Which you gain'd in a day as I have mine Cas But he was not my Father then Antinous Thou leav'st out that Ant. Sir had he been your Father He had been then immortal for a Father â—â—eightens his reputation where his Son â—â—erits it as when you give us life 〈◊〉 life is not diminish'd but renew'd â—â—s when you are dead and we are still Your living Images Cas So be thou curs'd Iâ— toâ— posterity as I in thee Dishonourable Boy O shall that Sun Which not a year yet since beheld me mounted Upon a fiery Steed waving my Sword And teaching this young Man to manage Arms That was a raw fresh Novice in the feats Of Chivalrie shall that same Sun be witness Against this Brat of his Ingratitude Who to eclipse the light of my renown Can no way hope to get a noble Name â—â—â—t by the treading on his Father's Greatness Thou wilt not yield Enter Arcanes Ant. My life but not the prize My Sword hath purchas'd Arc. The Senate My Lord are here at hand and all the Souldiers Begin to throng about them Cas Now Arcanes the Arc. What Sir Cas Trifles will affront us that Fine fighting Stripling Arc. Let him have the shame on 't Please you withdraw on this side Cas My great heart Was never quail'd before Dec. My Lord be confident Let not your Father daunt you An. Decius whither Must I withdraw Dec. On this side See the Souldiers Attend your pleasure courage Sir the Senate Cas Way for the Senate Enter Porphycio Possenne three Senators Gonzalo Gaspero Souldiers My good Lords I know not What tax of arrogance I may incurr Should I presume though courted by your Favours To take a place amongst you I had rather Give proof of my unfeign'd humility By force though mean yet more becoming place Than run the hazard of a doubtful censure Pos My Lord your wisdom is both known and try'd We cannot rank you in a nobler Friendship Than your great service to the State deserves Por. Will 't please you Sir Enter Fernando with Souldiers Gonz. What 's here my Lord Porphycio It must not be Por. My Lord you are too modest Gonz. It is no season to be troublesome Else but I have done your Lordships are observ'd Gas Is the demandant ready Arc. He is ready Gas Produce him then Arc. Before this sacred presence I by a general consent am made The Souldiers voice and to your gracious Wisedoms Present as chief in Arms his Countries Champion Cassilanes Dec. Most reverend Lords you hear the lesser number Of thoâ— who have been Guardians to this Country Approve this Champion I in
day than other the longer you live the older still Must his Majesty command your silence ere you 'l hold your tongue Phil. Your reprehension runs into the same fault 'Pray Sir will you be silent Bust I have told him of this before now my Liege but Age will have his course and his weaknesses Phil. Good Sir your forbearance Bust And his frailties and his follies as I may say that cannot hold his tongue ere he be bidden Phil. Why Sirha Bust But I believe your Majesty will not be long troubled with him I hope that woman has something to confess will hang them both Phil. Sirha you 'll pull your desteny upon you If you cease not the sooner Bust Nay I have done my Liege yet it grieves me that I should call that man Father that should be so shameless that being commanded to hold his tongue Phil. To th'Porters Lodge with him Bust I thank your Grace I have a friend there Phil. Speak woman if any interruption meet thee more It shall be punish'd sharply Gill. Good my Liege I dare not Ask you the question why that old man weeps Phil. Who Count Julio I observ'd it not You hear the question Sir will you give the cause Jul. Oh my Lord it hardly will get passage It is a sorrow of that greatness grown ' Less it dissolve in tears and come by parcels Gill. I 'll help you Sir in the delivery And bring you forth a joy You lost a daughter Jul. 'T was that recounted thought brought forth these sorrows Gill. Shee 's found again Know you this mantle Sir Jul. Hah Gill. Nay leave your wonder I 'll explain it to you This did enwrap your child whom ever since I have call'd mine when Nurse Amaranta In a remove from Mora to Corduba Was seiz'd on by a fierce and hungry Bear She was the Ravins prey as heaven so would He with his booty fill'd forsook the babe All this was in my sight and so long I saw Untill the cruel creature left my sight At which advantage I adventur'd me To rescue the sweet Lamb I did it Sir And ever since I have kept back your joy And made it mine but age hath wearied me And bids me back restore unto the owner What I unjustly kept these fourteen years Jul. Oh thou hast ta'n so many years from me And made me young as was her birth day to me Oh good my Liege give my joys a pardon I must go power a blessing on my child Which here would be too rude and troublesome Exit Phil. Franio you knew this before Bust Oh oh Item for you Miller Fra. I did my Liege I must confess I did And I confess I ne'r would have confess'd Had not that womans tongue begun to me We poor ones love and would have comforts Sir As well as great this is no strange sault Sir There 's many men keep other mens children As though they were their own Bust It may stretch farther yet I beseech you my Liege let this woman be a little farther examin'd let the words of her conscience be search'd I would know how she came by me I am a lost child if I be theirs though I have been brought up in a Mill yet I had ever a mind methought to be a greater man Phil. She will resolve you sure Gill. I I Boy thou art mine own flesh and blood Born of mine own body Bust 'T is very unlikely that such a body should bear me There 's no trust in these Millers Woman tell the truth my father shall forgive thee whatsoever he was were he Knight Squire or Captain less he should not be Gill. Thou art mine own child Boy Bust And was the Miller my Father Gill. Wouldst thou make thy Mother a whore Knave Bust I if she make me a Bastard The rack must make her confess my Lord I shall never come to know who I am else I have a worshipful mind in me sure methinks I do scorn poor folks Enter Otrante Florimel and Julio c. Phil. Here comes the brightest glory of the day Love yoak'd with love the best equality Without the level of estate or person Jul. You both shall be rewarded bountifully Wee 'll be-a kin too Brother and Sister Shall be chang'd with us ever Bust Thank you Unkle my sister is my cosen yet at the last cast Farewell sister foster If I had known the Civil Law would have allowed it thou hadst had another manner of Husband then thou hast but much good do thee I 'll dance at thy wedding kiss the Bride and so Jul. Why how now sirha Bust 'T is lawful now she 's none of my Sister It was a Miller and a Lord That had a scabbard and a sword He put it up in the Countrey word The Miller and his daughter She has a face and she can sing She has a Grace and she can spring She has a place with another thing Tradoodle Fra. A knavish Brother of yours my Lord. Bust Would I were acquainted with your Taylor Noble Brother Otr. You may there he is mine newly entertain'd Ver. If you have any work for me I can sit you Sir I sitted the Lady Bust My Sister Tailor what fits her will hardly fit me Ver. Who fits her may fit you Sir the Tailor can do both Bust You have a true yard Tailor Ver. Ne'r a whit too long I warrant you Bust Then Tailor march with me a way I scorn these robes I must be gay My noble Brother he shall pay Tom Tailor Exeunt Phil. Your recovered friendships are sound Gentlemen Bel. At heart at heart my Lord the worm shall not Beyond many ages find a breach to enter at Phil. These Lovers unities I will not doubt of How happy have you made our progress then To be the witness of such fair Accords Come now we 'll eat with you my Lord Otrante 'T is a charge sav'd you must not grudge your guest 'T is both my welcome and your Wedding-Feast Exeunt The Knight of Malta The Persons Represented in the Play Valetta The Grand Master of Malta Miranda An Italian Gentleman the Knight of Malta Two Knights of the Order Astorius Castriott Montferrat A Knight of the Order but a villain Gomera A deserving Spanish Gentleman Norandine A valiant merry Dane Commander in chief of the Gallies of Malta Collona alias Angelo A Captive redeemed from the Gallies and beloved of Miranda Rocca Servant and Instrument to Montferrat 2 Bishops Souldiers Corporal Prisoners 2 Marshals Doctor 1 Of the Esguard Servants WOMEN Oriana Sister to Valetta and Wife of Gomera Velleda Attendant on Oriana Zanthia alias Abdella a Moore Servant to Oriana Luscinda A beautiful Turkish Woman contracted to Angelo Prisoner to Miranda Two Gentlewomen The Scene Malta The principal Actors were Rich. Burbadge Nathan Field John Vnderwood Rich. Sharpe Henry Condel Robert Benfeild John Lowin Thomas Holcome Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter Mountferrat Mount DAres she dispise me thus me that with spoil
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
and command the City Do the like let proclamations Be drawn and hastily sent through the Land To the same purpose Ismen Sir I will break down none my self But I will deliver your command Hand I will have none in 't for I like it not Leon. Goe and command it Pleasure of my life Wouldst thou ought else make many thousand suits They must and shall be granted Hid. Nothing else Exit Ismenus Leon. But go and meditate on other suits Some six days hence I 'll give thee Audience again And by a new oath bind my self to keep it Ask largely for thy self dearer than life In whom I may be bold to call my self More fortunate than any in my age I will deny thee nothing Leu. 'T was well done Sister Exeunt all but these three Lords Nis How like you this request my Lord Dor. I know not yet I am so full of wonder We shall be gods our selves shortly And we pull 'em out of Heaven o' this fashion Age. We shall have wenches now when we can Catch 'em and we transgress thus Nis And we abuse the gods once 't is a Justice We should be heâ—d at hard meat for my part I 'll e'en make ready for mine own affection I know the god incenst must send a hardness Through all good Womens hearts and then we have Brought our Eggs and Muskadine to a fair Market Would I had giv'n an 100 l. for a tolleration That I might but use my conscience in mine Own house Dor. The Duke he 's old and past it he would Never have brought such a plague upon the Land else 'T is worse than Sword and Famine Yet to say truth we have deserv'd it we have liv'd So wickedly every man at his Livery and wou'd that Wou'd have suffic'd us we murmur'd at this Blessing that was nothing and cry'd out to the God for endless pleasures he heard us And suppied us and our Women were new still As we need 'em yet we like beasts still cry'd Poor men can number their woers give us Abundance we had it and this curse withal Age. Berlady we are like to have a long Lent on 't Flesh shall be flesh now Gentlemen I had rather Have anger'd all the gods than that blind Gunner I remember once the people did but slight him In a sacrifice and what followed Women kept their houses grew good huswives Honest forsooth was not that fine Wore their own faces Though they wear gay cloaths without surveying And which was most lamentable They lov'd their Husbands Nis I do remember it to my gries Young Maids were as cold as Cowcumbers And much of that complexion Bawds were abolisht and to which misery It must come again There were no Cuckolds Well we had need pray to keep these Divels from us The times grow mischievous There he goes Lord Enter one with an Image This is a sacriledge I have not heard of Would I were gelt that I might not Feel what follows Age. And I too You shall see within these Few years a fine confusion i' the Countrey mark it Nay and we grow for to depose the Powers And set up Chastity again well I have done A fine new goddess certainly whose blessings Are hunger and hard beds Nis This comes of fulness a sin too frequent with us I believe now we shall find shorter commons Dor. Would I were married somewhat has some savour The race of Gentry will quite run out now 'T is only left to Husbands if younger Sisters Take not the greater charity 't is lawful Age. Well let come what will come I am but one and as the plague salls I 'll shape my self If Women will be honest I 'll be found If the god be not too unmerciful I 'll take a little still where I can get it And thank him and say nothing Nis This ill wind yet may blow the City good And let them if they can get their own children They have hung long enough in doubt but howsoever the old way was the surer then they had ' em Dor. Farewel my Lords I 'll e'en take up what Rent I can before the day I fear the year will fall out ill Age. We 'll with you Sir And love so favour us As we are still thy servants Come my Lords Let 's to the Duke and tell him to what folly His doting now has brought him Exeunt Priest of Cupid with four young men and Maids Priest Come my children let your feet In an even measure meet And your chearful voices rise For to present this Sacrifice Lo great Cupid in whose name I his Priest begin the same Young men take your Loves and kiss Thus our Cupid honour'd is Kiss again and in your kissing Let no promises be missing Nor let any Maiden here Dare to turn away her ear Unto the whisper of her Love But give Bracelet Ring or Glove As a token to her sweeting Of an after secret meeting Now boy sing to stick our hearts Fuller of great Cupids darts SONG LOvers rejoyce your pains shall be rewarded The god of Love himself grieves at your crying No more shall frozen honor be regarded Nor the coy faces of a Maids denying No more shall Virgins sigh and say we dare not For men are false and what they do they care not All shall be well again then do not grieve Men shall be true and Women shall believe Lovers rejoyce what you shall say henceforth When you have caught your Sweet-hearts in your arms It shall be accounted Oracle and Worth No more faint-hearted Girls shall dream of harms And cry they are too young the god hath said Fifteen shall make a Mother of a Maid Then wise men pull your Roses yet unblown Love hates the too ripe fruit that falls alone The Measure After the Measure Enter Nilo and others Nilo No more of this here break your Rights for ever The Duke commands it so Priest do not stare I must deface your Temple though unwilling And your god Cupid here must make a Scare-crow For any thing I know or at the best Adorn a Chimney-piece Priest Oh Sacriledge unheard of Nilo This will not help it take down the Image And away with ' em Priest change your coat you had best all service now Is given to men Prayers above their hearing Will prove but bablings learn to lye and thrive 'T will prove your best profession for the gods He that lives by 'em now must be a beggar There 's better holiness on earth they say Pray God it ask not greater sacrifice Go home And if our god be not deaf as well as blind He will some smoak for it Gent. Sir Nilo Gentlemen there is no talking This must be done and speedily I have commission that I must not break Gent. We are gone to wonder what shall follow Nilo On to the next Temple Exeunt Cornets Descendit Cupid Cupid Am I then scorn'd is my all-doing Will And Power that knows no limit nor
and dull and joyful and sorrowful in extremity in an hour Do not think me thy friend for this for if I car'd who knew it thou shouldst not hear it Bessus Here he is with his prey in his foot Enter c. Senet Flourish Enter Arbaces and Tigranes two Kings and two Gentlemen Arb. Thy sadness brave Tigranes takes away From my full victory am I become Of so small fame that any man should grieve When I o'recome him They that plac'd me here Intended it an honour large enough For the most valiant living but to dare oppose me single though he Lost the day What should afflict you you are as free as I To be my prisoner is to be more free Than you were formerly and never think The man I held worthy to combate me Shall be us'd servilely Thy ransom is To take my only Sister to thy Wife A heavy one Tigranes for she is A Lady that the neighbour Princes send Blanks to fetch home I have been too unkind To her Tigranes she but nine years old I left her and ne're saw her since your wars Have held me long and taught me though a youth The way to victory she was a pretty child Then I was little better but now fame Cries loudly on her and my messengers Make me believe she is a miracle She 'l make you shrink as I did with a stroak But of her eye Tigranes Tigr. Is' t the course of Iberia to use their prisoners thus Had fortune thrown my name above Arbace I should not thus have talk'd Sir in Armenia We hold it base you should have kept your temper Till you saw home again where 't is the fashion Perhaps to brag Arb. Be you my witness earth need I to brag Doth not this captive Prince speak Me sufficiently and all the acts That I have wrought upon his suffering Land Should I then boast where lies that foot of ground Within his whole Realm that I have not past Fighting and conquering Far then from me Be ostentation I could tell the world How I have laid his Kingdom desolate By this sole Arm prop't by divinity Stript him out of his glories and have sent The pride of all his youth to people graves And made his Virgins languish for their Loves If I would brag should I that have the power To teach the Neighbour world humility Mix with vain-glory Mar. Indeed this is none Arb. Tigranes Nay did I but take delight To stretch my deeds as others do on words I could amaze my hearers Mar. So you do Arb. But he shall wrong his and my modesty That thinks me apt to boast after any act Fit for a good man to do upon his foe A little glory in a souldiers mouth Is well-becoming be it far from vain Mar. 'T is pity that valour should be thus drunk Arb. I offer you my Sister and you answer I do insult a Lady that no suite Nor treasure nor thy Crown could purchase thee But that thou fought'st with me Tigr. Though this be worse Than that you spake before it strikes me not But that you think to overgrace me with The marriage of your Sister troubles me I would give worlds for ransoms were they mine Rather than have her Arb. See if I insult That am the Conquerour and for a ransom Offer rich treasure to the Conquered Which he refuses and I bear his scorn It cannot be self-flattery to say The Daughters of your Country set by her Would see their shame run home and blush to death At their own foulness yet she is not fair Nor beautiful those words express her not They say her looks have something excellent That wants a name yet were she odious Her birth deserves the Empire of the world Sister to such a brother that hath ta'ne Victory prisoner and throughout the earth Carries her bound and should he let her loose She durst not leave him Nature did her wrong To Print continual conquest on her cheeks And make no man worthy for her to taste But me that am too near her and as strangely She did for me but you will think I brag Mar. I do I 'le be sworn Thy valour and thy passions sever'd would have made two excellent fellows in their kinds I know not whether I should be sorry thou art so valiant or so passionate wou'd one of 'em were away Tigr. Do I refuse her that I doubt her worth Were she as vertuous as she would be thought So perfect that no one of her own sex Could find a want had she so tempting fair That she could wish it off for damning souls I would pay any ransom twenty lives Rather than meeâ— her married in my bed Perhaps I have a love where I have sixt Mine eyes not to be mov'd and she on me I am not fickle Arb. Is that all the cause Think you you can so knit your self in love To any other that her searching sight Cannot dissolve it So before you tri'd You thought your self a match for me in sight Trust me Tigranes she can do as much In peace as I in war she 'l conquer too You shall see if you have the power to stand The force of her swift looks if you dislike I 'le send you home with love and name your ransom Some other way but if she be your choice She frees you To Iberia you must Tigr. Sir I have learn'd a prisoners sufferance And will obey but give me leave to talk In private with some friends before I go Arb. Some to await him forth and see him safe But let him freely send for whom he please And none dare to disturb his conference I will not have him know what bondage is Exit Tigranes Till he be free from me This Prince Mardonius Is full of wisdom valour all the graces Man can receive Mar. And yet you conquer'd him Arb. And yet I conquer'd him and could have don 't Hadst thou joyn'd with him though thy name in Arms Be great must all men that are vertuous Think suddenly to match themselves with me I conquered him and bravely did I not Bes And please your Majesty I was afraid at first Mar. When wert thou other Arb. Of what Bes That you would not have spy'd your best advantages for your Majesty in my opinion lay too high methinks under favour you should have lain thus Mar. Like a Taylor at a wake Bes And then if please your Majesty to remember at one time by my troth I wisht my self wi' you Mar. By my troth thou wouldst ha' stunk 'em both out o' th' Lists Arb. What to do Bes To put your Majesty in mind of an occasion you lay thus and Tigranes falsified a blow at your Leg which you by doing thus avoided but if you had whip'd up your Leg thus and reach'd him on the ear you had made the Blood-Royal run down his head Mar. What Country Fence-school learn'st thou at Arb. Pish did not I take him nobly Mar. Why you did and
love you have bestowed on me all your expences to maintain my war is but a little word you will imagine 't is slender paiment yet 't is such a word as is not to be bought but with your bloods 't is Peace All. God preserve your Majesty Arb. Now you may live securely i' your Towns Your Children round about you may sit Under your Vines and make the miseries Of other Kingdoms a discourse for you And lend them sorrows for your selves you may Safely forget there are such things as tears And you may all whose good thoughts I have gain'd Hold me unworthy where I think my life A sacrifice too great to keep you thus In such a calm estate All. God bless your Majesty Arb. See all good people I have brought the man whose very name you fear'd a captive home behold him 't is Tigranes in your heart sing songs of gladness and deliverance 1 Cit. Out upon him 2 Cit. How he looks 3 Wom. Hang him hang him Mar. These are sweet people Tigr. Sir you do me wrong to render me a scorned spectacle to common people Arb. It was so far from me to mean it so if I have ought deserv'd my loving Subjects let me beg of you not to revile this Prince in whom there dwells all worth of which the name of a man is capable valour beyond compare the terrour of his name has stretcht it self where ever there is sun and yet for you I fought with him single and won him too I made his valour stoop and brought that name soar'd to so unbeliev'd a height to fall beneath mine this inspir'd with all your loves I did perform and will for your content be ever ready for a greater work All. The Lord bless your Majesty Tigr. So he has made me amends now with a speech in commendation of himself I would not be so vain-glorious Arb. If there be any thing in which I may Do good to any creature here speak out For I must leave you and it troubles me That my occasions for the good of you Are such as call me from you else my joy Would be to spend my days among you all You shew your loves in these large multitudes That come to meet me I will pray for you Heaven prosper you that you may know old years And live to see your childrens children sit At your boards with plenty when there is A want of any thing let it be known To me and I will be a Father to you God keep you all Flourish Exeunt Kings and their Train All. God bless your Majesty God bless your Majesty 1 Come shall we go all 's done Wom. I for God sake I have not made a fire yet 2 Away away all 's done 3 Content farewel Philip. 1 Cit. Away you halter-sack you 2 Philip will not fight he 's afraid on 's face Phil. I marry am I afraid of my face 3 Thou wouldst be Philip if thou sawst it in a glass it looks so like a Visour Exeunt 2 3 and Woman 1 Cit. you 'l be hang'd sirra Come Philip walk before us homewards did not his Majesty say he had brought us home Pease for all our money 2 Cit. Yes marry did he 1 Cit. They 're the first I heard of this year by my troth I longed for some of 'em did he not say we should have some 2 Cit. Yes and so we shall anon I warrant you have every one a peck brought home to our houses Actus Tertius Enter Arbaces and Gobrias Arb. MY Sister take it ill Gob. Not very ill Something unkindly she does take it Sir to have Her Husband chosen to her hands Arb. Why Gobrias let her I must have her know my will and not her own must govern her what will she marry with some slave at home Gob. O she is far from any stubbornness you much mistake her and no doubt will like where you would have her but when you behold her you will be loth to part with such a jewel Arb. To part with her why Gobrias art thou mad she is my Sister Gob. Sir I know she is but it were pity to make poor our Land with such a beauty to enrich another Arb. Pish will she have him Gob. I do hope she will not I think she will Sir Arb. Were she my Father and my Mother too and all the names for which we think folks friends she should be forc't to have him when I know 't is sit I will not hear her say she 's loth Gob. Heaven bring my purpose luckily to pass you know 't is just she will not need constraint she loves you so Arb. How does she love me speak Gob. She loves you more than people love their health that live by labour more than I could love a man that died for me if he could live again Arb. She is not like her mother then Gob. O no when you were in Armenia I durst not let her know when you were hurt For at the first on every little scratch She kept heâ— Chamber wept and could not eat Till you were well and many times the news Was so long coming that before we heard She was as near her death as you your health Arb. Alas poor soul but yet she must be rul'd I know not how I shall requite her well I long to see her have you sent for her To tell her I am ready Gob. Sir I have Enter 1 Gent. and Tigranes 1 Gent. Sir here is the Armenian King Arb. He 's welcome 1 Gent. And the Queen mother and the Princess wait without Arb. Good Gobrias bring 'em in Tigranes you will think you are arriv'd In a strange Land where Mothers cast to poyson Their only Sons think you you shall be safe Tigr. Too safe I am Sir Enter Gobrias Arane Panthea Spaconia Bacurius Mardonius and Bessus and two Gentlemen Ara. As low as this I bow to you and would As low as is my grave to shew a mind Thankful for all your mercies Arb. O stand up And let me kneel the light will be asham'd To see observance done to me by you Ara. You are my King Arb. You are my Mother rise As far be all your faults from your own soul As from my memory then you shall be As white as innocence her self Ara. I came Only to shew my duty and acknowledge My sorrows for my sins longer to stay Were but to draw eyes more attentively Upon my shame that power that kept you safe From me preserve you still Arb. Your own desires shall be your guide Exit Arane Pan. Now let me die since I have seen my Lord the King Return in safetie I have seen all good that life Can shew me I have ne're another wish For Heaven to grant nor were it sit I should For I am bound to spend my age to come In giving thanks that this was granted me Gob. Why does not your Majesty speak Arb. To whom Gob. To the Princess Pan. Alas Sir I am
and speak it to thy self Gob. Sir you shall know your sins before you do 'em if you kill me Arb. I will not stay then Gob. Know you kill your Father Arb. How Gob. You kill your Father Arb. My Father though I know 't for a lie made out of fear to save thy stained life the very reverence of the word comes cross me and ties mine arm down Gob. I will tell you that shall heighten you again I am thy Father I charge thee hear me Arb. If it should be so as 't is most false and that I should be found a Bastard issue the despised fruit of lawless lust I should no more admire all my wild passions but another truth shall be wrung from thee if I could come by the Spirit of pain it should be poured on thee till thou allow'st thy self more full of lies than he that teaches thee Enter Arane Ara. Turn thee about I come to speak to thee thou wicked man hear me thou tyrant Arb. I will turn to thee hear me thou Strumpet I have blotted out the name of Mother as thou hast thy shame Ara. My shame thou hast less shame than any thing why dost thou keep my Daughter in a prison why dost thou call her Sister and do this Arb. Cease thy strange impudence and answer quickly if thou contemnest me this will ask an answer and have it Ara. Help me Gentle Gobrias Arb. Guilt dâ—aâ— not help guilt though they grow together in doing ill yet at the punishment they sever and each flies the noise of other think not of help answer Ara. I will to what Arb. To such a thing as if it be a truth think what a creature thou hast made thy self that didst not shame to do what I must blush only to ask thee tell me who I am whose son I am without all circumstance be thou as hasty as my Sword will be if thou refusest Ara. Why you are his son Arb. His Son swear swear thou worse than woman damn'd Ara. By all that 's good you are Arb. Then art thou all that ever was known bad now is the cause of all my strange mis-fortunes come to light what reverence expectest thou from a child to bring forth which thou hast offended heaven thy husband and the Land adulterous witch I know now why thou wouldst have poyson'd me I was thy lust which thou wouldst have forgot then wicked Mother of my sins and me show me the way to the inheritance I have by thee which is a spacious world of impious acts that I may soon possess it plagues rot thee as thou liv'st and such diseases as use to pay lust recompence thy deed Gob. You do not know why you curse thus Arb. Too well you are a pair of Vipers and behold the Serpent you have got there is no beast but if he knew it has a pedigree as brave as mine for they have more descents and I am every way as beastly got as far without the compass of Law as they Ara. You spend your rage and words in vain and rail upon a guess hear us a little Arb. No I will never hear but talk away my breath â—â—d die Gob. Why but you are no Bastard Arb. How 's that Ara. Nor child of mine Arb. Still you go on in wonders to me Gob. Pray you be more patient I may bring comfort to â—ou Arb. I will kneel and hear with the obedience of a â—hild good Father speak I do acknowledge you so you â—â—ring comfort Gob. First know our last King your supposed Father â—as old and feeble when he married her and almost all â—he Land thought she was past hope of issue from him Arb. Therefore she took leave to play the whore because â—he King was old is this the comfort Ara. What will you find out to give me satisfaction â—hen you find how you have injur'd me let fire consume â—e if ever I were a whore Gob. For-bear these starts or I will leave you wedded to despair as you are now if you can find a temper my breath shall be a pleasant western wind that cools and blasts not Arb. Bring it out good Father I 'le lie and listen here â—s reverently as to an Angel if I breath too loud tell me for I would be as still as night Gob. Our King I say was old and this our Queen desir'd to bring an heir but yet her husband she thought was past â—t and to be dishonest I think she would not if she would have been the truth is she was watcht so narrowly and had so slender opportunities she hardly could have been but yet her cunning found out this way she feign'd her self with child and posts were sent in hast throughout the Land and humble thanks was given in every Church and prayers were made for her safe going and delivery she feign'd now to grow bigger and perceiv'd this hope of issue made her fear'd and brought a far more large respect from every man and saw her power increase and was resolv'd since she believ'd she could not hav 't indeed at least she would be thought to have a child Arb. Do I not hear it well nay I will make no noise at all but pray you to the point quickly as you can Gob. Now when the time was full she should be brought to bed I had a Son born which was you this the Queen hearing of mov'd me to let her have you and such reasons she shewed me as she knew would tie my secrecie she swore you should be King and to be short I did deliver you unto her and pretended you were dead and in mine own house kept a funeral and had an empty cossin put in Earth that night this Queen feign'd hastily to labour and by a pair of women of her own which she had charm'd she made the world believe she was delivered of you You grew up as the Kings Son till you were six years old then did the King dye and did leave to me Protection of the Realm and contrary to his own expectation left this Queen truely with child indeed of the fair Princess Panthea then she could have torn her hair and did alone to me yet durst not speak in publick for she knew she should be found a traytor and her tale would have been thought madness or any thing rather than truth This was the only cause why she did seek to poyson you and I to keep you safe and this the reason why I sought to kindle some sparks of love in you to fair Panthea that she might get part of her right again Arb. And have you made an end now is this all if not I will be still till I be aged till all my hairs be Silver Gob. This is all Arb. And is it true say you too Madam Ara. Yes heaven knows it is most true Arb. Panthea then is not my Sister Gob. No. Arb. But can you prove this Gob. If you will give consent else who dares go
that must switch him up if he start well fear not but cry Saint George and bear him hard when you perceive his wind growes hot and wanting let him a little down he 's fleet ne're doubt him and stands sound Widow Sir you hear these fellows Young Love Merrie companions wench Merry companions Widow To one another let 'em be companions but good Sir not to you you shall be civil and slip off these base tâ—appings Cap. He shall not need my most sweed Ladie Grocer if he be civil not your powdered Sugar nor your Raisins shall perswade the Captain to live a Coxcomb with him let him be civil and eat i' th' Arches and see what will come on 't Poet. Let him be civil doe undo him I that 's the next way I will not take if he be civil once two hundred pound a year to live with him be civil there 's a trim perswasion Capt. If thou beest civil Knight as Jove defends it get thee another nose that will be pull'd off by the angry boyes for thy conversion the children thou shalt get on this Civillian cannot inherit by the law th' are Ethnicks and all thy sport meer Moral leacherie when they are grown having but little in 'em they may prove Haberdaâ—hers or gross Grocers like their dear Damm there prethee be civil Knigâ—t in time thou maist read to thy houshold and be drunk once a year this would shew finely Young Lo. I wonder sweet heart you will offer this you do not understand these Gentlemen I will be short and pithy I had rather call you off by the way of charge these are Creatures that nothing goes to the maintenance of but Corn and Water I will keep these fellows just in the competencie of two Hens Wid. If you can cast it so Sir you have my liking If they eat less I should not be offended But how these Sir can live upon so little as Corn and Water I am unbelieving Young Lo. Why prethee sweet heart what 's your Ale is not that Corn and Water my sweet Widow Wid. I but my sweet Knight where 's the meat to this and cloaths that they must look for Young Lo. In this short sentence Ale is all included Meat Drink and Cloth These are no ravening Footmen no fellows that at Ordinaries dare eat their eighteen pence thrice out before they rise and yet goe hungry to play and crack more nuts than would suffice a dozen Squirrels besides the din which is damnable I had rather rail and be confin'd to a Boatmaker than live amongst such rascals these are people of such a clean discretion in their diet of such a moderate sustenance that they sweat if they but smell hot meat Porredge is poison they hate a Kitchin as they hate a Counter and show 'em but a Feather-bed they swound Ale is their eating and their drinking surely which keeps their bodies clear and soluble Bread is a binder and for that abolisht even in their Ale whose lost room fills an apple which is more airy and of subtiler nature The rest they take is little and that little is little easie For like strict men of order they do correct their bodies with a bench or a poor stubborn table if a chimny offer it self with some few broken rushes they are in down when they are sick that 's drunk they may have fresh straw else they do despise these worldly pamperings For their poor apparel 't is worn out to the diet new they seek none and if a man should offer they are angrie scarce to be reconcil'd again with him you shall not hear 'em ask one a cast doublet once in a year which is modesty besitting my poor friends you see their Wardrobe though slender competent For shirts I take it they are things worn out of their remembrance Lousie they will be when they list and mangie which shows a fine variety and then to cure 'em a Tanners lime pit which is little charge two dogs and these these two may be cur'd for 3. pence Wid. You have half perswaded me pray use your pleasure and my good friends since I do know your diet I 'le take an order meat shall not offend you you shall have Ale Capt. We ask no more let it be mighty Lady and if we perish then our own sins on us Young Lo. Come forward Gentlemen to Church my boys when we have done I 'le give you cheer in bowles Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Elder Loveless Elder Lo. THis senseless woman vexes me to th' heart she will not from my memory would she were a man for one two hours that I might beat her If I had been unhansome old or jealous ' thad been an even lay she might have scorn'd me but to be young and by this light I think as proper as the proudest made as clean as straight and strong backt means and manners equal with the best cloth of silver Sir i' th' kingdom But these are things at some time of the Moon below the cut of Canvas sure she has some Meeching Rascal in her house some Hind that she hath seen bear like another Milo quarters of Malt upon his back and sing with 't Thrash all day and i' th' evening in his stockings strike up a Hornpipe and there stink two hours and ne're a whit the worse man these are they these steel chin'd Rascals that undo us all Would I had been a Carter or a Coachman I had done the deed e're this time Enter Servant Ser. Sir there 's a Gentleman without would speak with you Elder Lo. Bid him come in Enter Welford Wel. By your leave Sir Elder Lo. You are welcome what 's your will Sir Wel. Have you forgotten me Elder Lo. I do not much remember you Wel. You must Sir I am that Gentleman you pleas'd to wrong in your disguise I have inquired you out Eâ—der Lo. I was disguised indeed Sir if I wrong'd you pray where and when Wel. In such a Ladies house I need not name her Elder Lo. I do remember you you seem'd to be a Sutor to that Lady Wel. If you remember this do not forget how sâ—urvily you us'd me that was no place to quarrel in pray you think of it if you be honest you dare fight with me without more urging else I must provoke ye Elder Lo. Sir I dare fight but never for a woman I will not have her in my cause she 's mortal and so is not my anger if you have brought a nobler subject for our Swords I am for you in this I would be loth to prick my Finger And where you say I wrong'd you 't is so far from my profession that amongst my fears to do wrong is the greatest credit me we have been both abused not by our selves for that I hold a spleen no sin of malice and may with man enough be best forgoten but by that willfull scornful piece of hatred that much forgetful Lady for whose sake
Lean. I will go our a little Amar. He looks not like a fool his face is noble How still he stands Lean. I am strucken dumb with wonder Sure all the Excellence of Earth dwells here Amar. How pale he looks yet how his eyes like torcâ—â—s Fling their beams round how manly his face shews He comes on surely he will speak he is made most handsomâ— This is no Clerk behaviour now I have seen ye I 'le take my time Husband ye have brought home tinder Exit Lean. Sure she has transform'd me I had forgot my tongue clean I never saw a face yet but this rare one But I was able boldly to encounter it And speak my mind my lips were lockt up here This is divine and only serv'd with reverence O most fair cover of a hand far fairer Thou blessed Innocence that guards that whiteness Live next my heart I am glad I have got a relick A 〈…〉 A relick when I pray to it may work wonders Hark there 's some noise I must retire again This blessed Apparition makes me happy I 'le suffer and I 'le sacrifice my substance But I 'le enjoy now softly to my Kennel Exit Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Henrique and Bartolus Hen. YOU know my cause sufficiently Bar. I do Sir Hen. And though it will impair my honesty And strike deep at my Credit yet my Bartolus There being no other evasion left to free me From the vexation of my spightful Brother That most insultingly raigns over me I must and will go forward Bar. Do my Lord And look not after credit we shall cure that Your bended honesly we shall set right Sir We Surgeons of the Law do desperate Cures Sir And you shall see how heartily I 'le handle it Mark how I 'le knock it home be of good chear Sir â—ou give good Fees and those beget good Causes â—he Prerogative of your Crowns will carry the matter Carry it sheer the Assistant sits to morrow And he 's your friend your monyed men love naturally â—nd he 's your loves are clear so are your Causes Hen. He shall not want for that Bar. No no he must not â—e your Cause warmly Sir the times are Aguish â—hat holds a Plea in heart hang the penurious â—heir Causes like their purses have poor Issues Hen. That way I was ever bountiful Bar. 'T is true Sir â—hat makes ye fear'd forces the Snakes to kneel to ye â—ive full of mony and supply the Lawyer And take your choice of what mans lands you please Sir What pleasures or what profits what revenges They are all your own I must have witnesses â—hough and ready Hen. You shall not want my Bartolus Bar. Substantial fearless souls that will swear suddenly That will swear any thing Hen. They shall swear truth too Bar. That 's no great matter for variety They may swear truth else 't is not much look'd after â— will serve Process presently and strongly Upon your Brother and Octavio â—acintha and the Boy provide your proofs Sir And set 'em fairly off be sure of Witnesses Though they cost mony want no store of witnesses â— have seen a handsome Cause so foully lost Sir â—o beastly cast away for want of Witnesses Hen. There shall want nothing Bar. Then be gone be provident â—end to the Judge a secret way you have me And let him understand the heart Hen. I shall Sir Bar. And feel the pulses strongly beat I 'le study And at my hour but mark me go be happy Go and believe i' th' Law Hen. I hope 't will help me Exeunt SCENA II. Enter Lopez Diego and four Parishioners and Singers Lop. Ne're talk to me I will not stay amongst ye Oâ— baush'd and ignorant lazie knaves I found ye And fools I leave ye I have taught these twenty years Preacht spoon-meat to ye that a Child might swallow Yet ye are Block heads still what should I say to ye Ye have neither faith nor mony left to save ye Am I a fit companion for such Beggers 1 If the Shepheard will suffer the sheep to be scab'd Sir Lop. No no ye are rotten Die Would they were for my sake Lop. I have Nointed ye and Tarr'd ye with my Doctrine And yet the Murren sticks to ye yet ye are Mangy 〈◊〉 will avoid ye 2 Pray ye Sir be not angry â—n the pride of your new Cassock do not part with us We do acknowledge ye are a careful Curate And one that seldom troubles us with Sermons A short slice of a Reading serves us Sir We do acknowledge ye a quiet Teacher Before you 'll vex your Audience you 'll sleep with 'em And that 's a loving thing 3 We grant ye Sir The only benefactor to our Bowling To all our merry Sports the first provoker And at our Feasts we know there is no reason But you that edifie us most should eat most Lop. I will not stay for all this ye shall know me A man born to amore beseeming fortune Than ringing all in to a ront of Dunces 4 We will increase your Tithes you shall have Eggs too Though they may prove most dangerous to our Issues 1 I am a Smith yet thus â—aâ— out of my love You shall have the tenth Horse I prick to pray for I am sure I prick five hundred in a year Sir 2 I am a Cook a man of a dri'd Conscience Yet thus far I relent you shall have tith Pottage 3 Your stipend shall be rais'd too good Neighbour Diego Die Would ye have me speak for ye I am more angry Ten times more vex'd not to be pacified No there be other places for poor Sextons Places of profit Friends fine stirring places And people that know how to use our Offices Know what they were made for I speak for such Capons Ye shall find the Key o' th' Church Under the door Neighbours You may go in and drive away the Dawes Lop. My Surpless with one sleeve you shall find there For to that death of Linnen you have driven me And the old Cut work Cope that hangs by Geometry 'Pray ye turn 'em carefully they are very tender The remnant of the Books lie where they did Neighbours Half puft away with the Church wardens pipings Such smoaky zeals they have against hard places The Poor mans Box is there too if ye find any thing Besiâ—e the Posie and that half rub'd out too For fear it should awake too much charity Give it to pious uses that is spend it Die The Bell-ropes they are strong enough to hang ye So we bequeath ye to your destiny 1 'Pray ye be not so hasty Pie I 'le speak a proud word to ye Would ye have us stay 2 We do most heartily pray ye 3 I 'le draw as mighty drink Sir Lop. A strong motive The stronger still the more ye come unto me 3 And I 'le send for my Daughter Lop. This may stir too The Maiden is of age and must be edified 4 You shall have
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
nor our States We pay the Rent and they possess the benefit 1. What 's this lies here is it drunk or sober It sleeps and soundly too 2. 'T is an old woman That keeps sheep hereabouts it turns and stretches 4. Do's she keep sheep with a sword 3. It has a Beard too 1. Peace peace it is the Devil Roderigo Peace of all hands and look 2. 'T is he 3. Spâ—ak softly 4 Now we may fit him 3. Stay stay let 's be providâ—nt 1. Kill him and wake him then 4. Let me come to him Ev'n one blow at his pate if e're he wake more 3. So so so lay that by 2 I must needs kill him It stands with my reputation 3. Stand off I say And let us some way make him sure then torture him To kill him presently has no pleasure in 't H 'as been tormenting of us at least this twelve moneth Rod. Oh me All. He comes he comes 4. Has he no Guns about him 3. Softly again no no take that hand easily And tye it fast there that to th' other bough there Fast fast and easie lest he wake 2. Have we got ye This was a benefit we never aim'd at 3. Out with your knives and let 's carve this Cockthief Daintily carve him 2. I would he had been used thus Ten year agoe we might have thought we had children 3. O that Sir Nicholas now our Priest were here What a sweet Homily would he say over him â—o singing all in with his wife in the Bell-frey He would stand up stiffe girt now pounce him lightly And as he roars and rages let 's go deeper Come near you are dim-ey'd on with your spectacles Rod. O what torments me thus what slaves what villains O spare me do not murther me 3. We 'l but tickle ye You have tickled us at all points 4. Where are his Emblemes Enter Pedro. Rod. As ye are men and Christians 2. Yes we hear ye And you shall hear of us too Rod. Oh no mercy Ped. What noise is this what roar I cannot find her She is got free again but where or which way Rod. O villains beasts Ped. Murdering a man ye Rascals Ye inhumane slaves off off and leave this cruelty Or as I am a Gentleman do ye brave me Then have among ye all ye slaves ye cowards Take up that sword and stand stay ye base rascals Ye cut-throat rogues All. Away away Exeunt Pes Ped. Ye dog-whelps Rod. O I am now more wretched far than ever Ped. A violence to that habit ha Roderigo What makes he here thus clad is it repentance Or only a fair shew to guile his mischiefs Rod. This benefit has made me shame to see him To know him blush Ped. You are not much hurt Rod. No Sir All I can call a hurt sticks in my conscience That pricks and tortures me Ped. Have ye consider'd The nature of these men and how they us'd ye Was it fair play did it appear to you handsom Rod. I dare not speak or if I do 't is nothing Can bring me off or justifie me Ped. Was it noble To be o're-laid with odds and violence Manly or brave in these thus to oppress ye Do you blush at this in such as are meer rudeness That have stopt souls that never knew things gentle And dare you glorifie worse in your self Sir Ye us'd me with much honour and I thank ye In this I have requited some ye know me Come turn not back ye must and ye shall know me Had I been over season'd with base anger And suited all occasions to my mischiefs Bore no respect to honesty Religion No saith no common tye of man humanity Had I had in me but given reins and licence To a tempestuous will as wild as winter This day know Roderigo I had set As small a price upon thy life and fortunes As thou didst lately on mine innocence But I reserve thee to a nobler service Rod I thank ye and I 'le study more to honour ye You have the 〈◊〉 â—â—r soul I must confess it And 〈…〉 laâ—ter of your goodness Thoug◠〈…〉 I would now recover And my 〈…〉 grow handsom in an instant Yet touching but the pureness of your metal Something shall shew like gold at least shaâ—l glister That men may hope although the mind be rugged Stony and hard to work yet time and honour Shall find and bring forth that that 's rich and worthy Ped. I 'le trie that and toth ' purpose ye told me Sir In noble emulation so I take it I 'le put your hatred far off and forget it You had a fair desire to try my valour You seem'd to court me to it you have found a time A weapon in your hand an equal enemy That as he puts this off puts off all injuries And only now for honours sake defies ye Now as you are a man I know you are valiant As you are gentle bred a Souldier fashioned Rod. His vertue startles me I dare fight Pedro. Ped. And as you have a Mistris that you honour Mark me a Mistris Rod. Ha Ped. A handsome Mistris As you dare hold your self deserving of her Rod. Deserving what a word was that to fire me Ped. I could compel ye now without this circumstance But I 'le deal free and fairly like a Gentleman As ye are worthy of the name ye carry A daring man Rod. O that I durst not suffer For all I dare do now implies but penance Ped. Now do me noble right Rod. I 'll satisfie ye But not by th' sword pray you hear me and allow me I have been rude but shall I be a Monster And teach my Sword to hurt that that preserv'd me Though I be rough by nature shall my name Inherit that eternal stain of barbarous Give me an enemy a thing that hates ye That never heard of yet nor felt your goodness That is one main antipathy to sweetness And set me on you cannot hold me Coward If I have ever err'd 'thas been in hazard The temper of my Sword starts at your Vertue And will flye off nay it will weep to light ye Things excellently mingled and of pure nature Hold sacred Love and peace with one another See how it turns Ped. This is a strange Conversion And can ye fail your Mistriss can ye grow cold In such a case Rod. Those heats that they add to us O noble Pedro let us feel 'em rightly And rightly but consider how they move us Ped. Is not their honour ours Rod. If they be vertuous And then the Sword adds nothing to their lustre But rather calls in question what 's not doubted If they be not the best Swords and best valours Can never fight 'em up to fame again No not a Christian War and that 's held pious Ped. How bravely now he is tempered I must fight And rather make it honourable than angry I would not task those sins to me committed Rod. You cannot Sir you have cast those
still With my virtue and my skill Still increase and build thy name Chuse now Silvio here I am Sil. I know not what to say which way to turn me Into thy Soveraign will I put my answer Bel. I thank ye Sir and my Will thus rewards ye Take your old Love your best your dearest Silvio No more Spells now nor further shapes to alter me I am thy Belvidere indeed Dear Mother There is no altering this heavens hand is with it And now you ought to give me he has fairly won me Sil. But why that Hag Bel. In that shape most secure still I followed all your fortunes serv'd and counsell'd ye I met ye at the Farmers first a Countrey wench Where fearing to be known I took that habit And to make ye laughing sport at this mad marriage By secret aid of my friend Rhodope We got this Maske Sil. And I am sure I have ye Bel. For ever now for ever Dutch You see it must be The wheel of destiny hath turn'd it round so Sy. It must it is and curs'd be he that breaks it Dutch I 'll put a choice to you Sir ye are my prisoner Sy. I am so and I must be so till it please you Dutch Chuse one of these either to pay a Ransom At what a rate I shall set it which shall be high enough And so return a Free-man and a Batchelor Or give me leave to give you a fit wife In honor every way yours Graces equal And so your Ransom 's paid Sy. You say most nobly Silvio's example's mine pray chuse you for me Dutch I thank ye Sir I have got the mastry too And here I give your Grace a Husbands freedom Give me your hand my Husband Sy. You much honor me And I shall ever serve ye for this favour Bâ—t Come Lopoz let us give our wives the breeches too For they will have ' em Lop. Whilst they rule with virtue I 'll give 'em skin and all Isâ— We 'll sâ—rach it off else Sil. I am glad ye live more glad ye live to honor And from this hour a stronger love dwell with us Pray you take your man again Cla. He knows my house Sir Dutch 'T is sin to keep you longer from your loves We 'll lead the way and you young men that know not How to preserve a wife and keep her fair Give 'em their soveraign Wills and pleas'd they are Exeunt Here endeth Women pleas'd THE NIGHT-WALKER OR THE LITTLE THIEF A Comedy The Actors Names Tom Lurcher Jack Wild-brain Gentlemen Justice Algripe Frank Hartlove Toby Servants Sexton Bell-Ringers Boy A Lady Mother to Maria. Maria. Nurse Mistriss New-love Women Mistriss Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter Tom Lurcher and Jack Wild-brain Lur. JAck Wild. What wind brought thee hither In what hollow tree or rotten wall Hast thou been like a Swallow all this winter Where hast thou been man Lur. Following the Plow Wild. What Plow Thou hast no Land Stealing is thy own purchase Lur. The best inheritance Wild. Not in my opinion Thou hadst five hundred pound a year Lur. 'T is gone Prethee no more on 't have I not told thee And oftentimes nature made all men equal Her distribution to each child alike Till labour came and thrust a new Will in Which I allow not till men won a priviledge By that they call endeavour which indeed Is nothing but a lawful Cosenage An allowed way to cheat why should my neighhor That hath no more soul than his Horse-keeper Nor bounteous faculties above a Broom-man Have forty thousand pounds and I four groats Why should he keep it Will. Thy old opinion still Lur. Why should that Scrivener That ne'er writ reason in his life nor any thing That time e'ver gloried in that never knew How to keep any courtesie conceal'd But Noverint Vniversi must proclaim it Purchase perpetually and I a rascal Consider this why should that mouldy Cobler Marry his Daughter to a wealthy Merchant And give five thousand pounds is this good justice Because he has a tougher constitution Can feed upon old Songs and save his money Therefore must I go beg Wil. What 's this to thee Thou canst not mend if thou beest determin'd To rob all like a Tyrant yet take heed A keener justice do not overtake thee And catch you in a Nooze Lâ—r. I am no Wood-cock He that shall sit down frighted with that foolery â—s not worth pity let me alone to shuffle Thou art for wenching Wil. For beauty I a safe course No halter hangs in the way I defie it Luâ— But a worse fate a wilful poverty For where thou gain'st by one that indeed loves thee A thousand will draw from thee 't is thy destiny One is a kind of weeping cross Jack A gentle Purgatory do not sling at all You 'll pay the Box so often till you perish Wil. Take you no care for that sir 't is my pleasure I will imploy my wits a great deal faster Than you shall do your fingers and my loves If I mistake not shall prove riper harvest And handsomer and come within less danger Where 's thy young Sister Lur. I know not where she is she is not worth caring for She has no wit Oh you 'd be nibling with her She 's far enough I hope I know not where She 's not worth caring for a sullen thing She wou'd not take my counsel Jack And so I parted from her Wil. Leave her to her wants Lur I gave her a little money what I could spare She had a mind to th' Countrey she is turn'd By this some Farriers dairy maid I may meet her Riding from Market one day 'twixt her Dorsers If I do by this hand I wo'not spare Her butter pence Wil. Thou wilt not rob thy Sister Lur. She shall account me for her Egs and Cheeses Wil. A pretty Girl did not old Algripe love her A very pretty Girl she was Lur. Some such thing â—â—t he was too wise to fasten let her pass Wil. Then where 's thy Mistriss Lur. Where you sha'not find her Nor know what stuff she is made on no indeed Sir I choose her not for your use Wil. Sure she is handsome Lur. Yes indeed is she she is very handsome but that 's all one Wil. You 'll come to th' Marriage Lur. Is it to day Wil. Now now they are come from Church now Lur. Any great preparation Does Justice Algripe shew his power Wil. Very glorious and glorious people there Lur. I may meet with him yet e're I dye as cunning as he is Wil. You may do good Tom at the carriage We have plate and dainty things Lur. Do you no harm Sir For yet methinks the Marriage should be mar'd If thou maist have thy will farewell say nothing Exit Enter Gentlemen Wil. You are welcome noble friends 1. I thank you Sir Nephew to the old Lady his name is Wildbrain And wild his best condition 2. I have heard of him I pray
you will for my wish'd death But suffer him to find his quiet grave In peace Alas he never did you wrong And farther I beseech you pardon me For the ill word I gave you for how ever You may deserve it became not me To call you so but passion urges me I know not whither my heart break now ease me ever Bacha Pray yoâ— gâ—t you hence With your goodly humor I am weary of you extreamely Leu. Trust me so am I of my self too Madam I 'll take my leave gods set all right Bacha Amen Sir get you gon Am I deny'd it does not trouble me That I have mov'd but that I am refus'd I have lost my patience I will make him know Lust is not Love for Lust will find a mate While there are men and so will I and more Enter Timantus Than one or twenty yonder is Timantus A fellow void of any worth to raise himself And therefore like to catch at any evil That will but pluck him up him will I make Mine own Timantus Timantus Madam Bac. Thou know'st well Thou wert by chance a means of this my raising Brought the Duke to me and though 't were but chance I must reward thee Tim. I shall bend my service unto your Highness Bacha But do it then entirely and in everything And tell me couldst thou now think that thing Thou wouldst not do for me Timant. No by my soul Madam Bacha Then thou art right Go to my Lodging and I 'll follow thee Exit Timantus With my instruction I do see already This Prince that did but now contemn me dead Yet will I never speak an evil word Unto his Father of him till I have won A belief I love him but I 'll make His virtues his undoing and my praises Shall be so many swords against his breast Which once perform'd I 'll make Vrania My Daughter the Kings heir and plant my issue In this large Throne nor shall it be withstood They that begin in Lust must end in Blood Exit Enter Dorialus Agenor Nisus Doria We live to know a fine time Gentl. Nis And a fine Duke that through his doting age Suffers him to be a child again Under his Wives tuition Agen. All the Land holds in that tenor too in womans service sure we shall learn to spinn Dor. No that 's too honest we shall have other Liberal Sciences taught us too soon Lying and flattering those are the studies now And Murther shortly I know will be humanity Gent. If we live here we must be knaves believe it Nisus I cannot tell my Lord Dorialus though my Own nature hate it if all determine to be knaves I 'll try what I can do upon my self that 's certain I will not have my throat cut for my goodness The virtue will not quit the pain Age. But pray you tell me Why is the Prince now ripe and full experient Not made a dore in the State Nis Because he is honest Enter Timantus Tim. Goodness attend your Honors Dor. You must not be amongst us then Tim. The Dutchess whose humble servant I am proud to be would speak with you Age. Sir we are pleas'd to wait when is it Tim. An hour hence my good Lords and so I leave my service Dor. This is one of her Ferrets that she bolts business out withall this fellow if he were well ript has all the linings of a knave within him how slye he looks Nis Have we nothing about our cloaths that he may catch at Agenor O my conscience there 's no treason in my dublet it there be my elbows will discover it they are out Dor. Faith and all the harm that I can find in mine is that they are not pay'd for let him make what he can of that so he discharge that Come let 's go Exeunt Enter Bach Leontius Tella. Bac. And you shall find Sir what blessing heaven gave you in such a son Le. Pray gods I may Let 's walk change our subject Bac. O Sir can anything come sweeter to you or strike a deeper joy into your heart than your son's virtue Leon. I allow his virtues but 't is not handsome thus to feed my self with such moderate praises of mine own Bac. The subject of our comendations is it self grown so infinite in goodness that all the glory we can lay upon it though we should open volumes of his praises is a mere modesty in his expression and shews him lame still like an ill wrought peece wanting proportion Leo. Yet still he is a man and subject still to more inordinate vices than our love can give him blessing Bac. Else he were a god yet so near as he is he comes to heaven that we may see so far as flesh can point us things only worthy them and only these in all his actions Leon. This is too much my Queen Bach. Had the gods lov'd me that my unworthy womb had bred this brave man Leon. Still you run wrong Bach. I would have liv'd upon the comfort of him fed on his growing hopes Leo. This touches me Bach. I know no friends nor Being but his virtues Le. You have laid out words enough upon a subject Bach. But words cannot express him Sir why what a shape Heaven has conceiv'd him in oh Nature made him up Leon. I wonder Dutchess Bach. So you must for less than admiration loses this god-like man Leon. Have you done with him Bach. Done with O good gods what frailties thus pass by us without reverence Leon. I see no such perfection Bac. O dear Sir you are a father and those joys To you speak in your heart not in your tongue Leo. This leaves a tast behind it worse than physick Baca. Then for all his wisdome valour Good fortune and all those friends of honor They are in him as free and natural as passions In a Woman Leon. You make me blush at all these years To see how blindly you have flung your praises Upon a Boy a very child and worthless Whilst I live of these Honors Bac. I would not have my love Sir make my tongue Shew me so much a woman as to praise Or dispraise where my will is without reason Or generall allowance of the people Leon. Allowance of the people what allow they Bac. All I have sed for truth and they must do it And do at upon him love him and admire him Leon. How 's that Bac. For in this youth and noble forwardness All things are bound together that are kingly A fitness to bear rule Leon. No more Bac. And Sovereignty not made to know command Leon. I have sed no more Bac. I have done Sir though unwilling and pardon me Leon. I do not a word more Baca. I have gi'n thee poyson Of more infection than the Dragons tooth Or the gross Air o'er heated Leon. Timantus when saw you the Prince Tim. I left him now Sir Leon. Tell me truely out of your free opinion without courting How you
unto the flame Brun. What mean you give me your private hearing Thier. Perswasion is a partner in the crime I will renounce my claim unto a mother If you make offer on 't Brun. E'er a Torch can take flame I will produce The author of the fact Thier. Withdraw but for your Lights Memb. Oh my too true suspition Exeunt Martel Memberg Thier. Speak where 's the Engine to this horrid act Brun. Here you do behold her upon whom make good Your causeless rage the deed was done by my incitement Not yet repented Thier. Whether did nature start when you conceiv'd A birth so unlike woman say what part Did not consent to make a son of him Reserv'd it self within you to his ruine Brun. Ha ha a son of mine doe not dissever Thy fathers dust shaking his quiet urn To which my breath would send so foul an issue My Son thy Brother Thier. Was not Theodoret my brother or is thy tongue Confederate with thy heart to speak and do Only things monstrous Brun. Hear me and thou shalt make thine own belief Thy still with sorrow mention'd father liv'd Three careful years in hope of wished heirs When I conceiv'd being from his jealous fear Injoyn'd to quiet home one fatal day Transported with my pleasure to the chase I forc'd command and in pursuit of game Fell from my horse lost both my child and hopes Despair which only in his love saw life Worthy of being from a Gard'ners Arms Snatcht this unlucky brat and call'd it mine When the next year repaid my loss with thee But in thy wrongs preserv'd my misery Which that I might diminish though not end My sighs and wet eies from thy Fathers Will Bequeath this largest part of his Dominions Of France unto thee and only left Austracia unto that changling whose life affords Too much of ill ' gainst me to prove my words And call him stranger Thier. Come doe not weep I must nay do believe you And in my fathers satisfaction count it Merit not wrong or loss Brun. You doe but flatter there 's anger yet flames In your eyes Thier. See I will quench it and confess that you Have suffer'd double travel for me Brun. You will not fire the house then Thier. Rather reward the author who gave cause Of knowing such a secret my oath and duty Shall be assurance on 't Brun. Protaldye rise good faithful servant heaven knows How hardly he was drawn to this attempt Enter Protaldye Thier. Protaldye he had a Gard'ners face I 'll swear Tell by thy hand Sir we doe owe unto you for this service Brun. Why lookest thou so dejected Enter Martel Prot. I want a little shift Lady nothing else Mart. The fires are ready please it your grace withdraw Whilst we perform your pleasure Thier. Reserve them for the body since he had the fate To live and die a Prince he shall not lose The Title in his Funeral Exit Mart. His fate to live a Prince Thou old impiety made up by lust and mischief Take up the body Exeunt with the body of Theod. Enter Lecure and a Servant Lecu. Dost think Leforte's sure enough Serv. As bonds can make him I have turn'd his eyes to the East and left him gaping after the Morning star his head is a meer Astrolobe his eyes stand for the Poles the gag in his mouth being the Coachman his five teeth have the nearest resemblance to Charles Wain Lecure. Thou hast cast a figure which shall raise thee direct my hair a little and in my likeness to him read a fortune suiting thy largest hopes Ser. You are so far'bove likeness you are the same If you love mirth perswade him from himself 'T is but an Astronomer out of the way And lying will bear the better place for 't Lecure. I have profitable use in hand haste to the Queen And tell her how you left me chang'd Exit Servant Who would not serve this virtuous active Queen She that loves mischief'bove the man that does it And him above her pleasure yet knows no heaven else Enter Thierry Thier. How well this loans suits the Art I seek Discovering secret and succeeding Fate Knowledge that puts all lower happiness on With a remiss and careless hand Fair peace unto your meditations father Lecure. The same to you you bring Sir Thier. Drawn by your much fam'd skill I come to know Whether the man who owes his character Shall e'er have issue Lecure. A resolution falling with most ease Of any doubt you could have nam'd he is a Prince Whose fortune you enquire Thie He is nobly born Lecure. He had a Dukedom lately fall'n unto him By one call'd Brother who has left a Daughter Thier. The question is of Heirs not Lands Lecure. Heirs yes he shall have Heirs Thier. Begotten of his body why look'st thou pâ—le Thou canst not suffer in his want Lecure. Nor thou I neither can nor will Give farther knowledge to thee Thier. Thou must I am the man my self Thy Sovereign who must owe unto thy wisdom In the concealing of my barren shame Lecure. Your Grace doth wrong your Stars if this be yours You may have children Thier. Speak it again Lecure. You may have fruitful issue Thie By whom when how Lecure. It was the fatal means first struck my bloud With the cold hand of wonder when I read it Printed upon your birth Thier. Can there be any way unsmooth has end So fair and good Lecure. We that behold the sad aspects of Heaven Leading sence blinded men feel grief enough To know though not to speak their miseries Thier. Sorrow must lose a name where mine finds life If not in thee at least ease pain with speed Which must know no cure else Lecure. Then thus The first of Females which your eye shall meet Before the Sun next rise coming from out The Temple of Diana being slain you live Father of many sons Thier. Call'st thou this sadness can I beget a Son Deserving less than to give recompence Unto so poor a loss what e'er thou art Rest peaceable blest creature born to be Mother of Princes whose grave shall be more fruitful Than others marriage beds methinks his Art Should give her form and happy figure to me I long to see my happiness he is gone As I remember he nam'd my brothers Daughter Were it my Mother 't were a gainful death Could give Ordella's virtue living breath Exeunt Actus Quartus Scaena Prima Enter Thierry and Martel Mart. YOur Grace is early stirring Thier. How can he sleep Whose happiness is laid up in an hour He knows comes stealing towards him Oh Martel Is' t possible the longing Bride whose wishes Out-runs her fears can on that day she is married Consume in slumbers or his Arms rust in ease That hears the charge and sees the honor'd purchase Ready to gil'd his valour Mine is more A power above these passions this day France France that in want of issue withers with us And like an aged