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A vvoman is a vveather-cocke A new comedy, as it was acted before the King in White-Hall. And diuers times priuately at the White-Friers, by the Children of her Maiesties Reuels. Written by Nat: Field.
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Field, Nathan, 1587-1620?
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I See great'st Spirits can serue to their owne ends Were you the seeming Seruing-man that past by Scud. By my sad heart I was and not a Tittle Of my relation to thee wrong or faign'd Neu. Introth you were too blame to venter so Mischiefes finde vs we need not mischiefes seeke I am not ti'de to that opinion They are like women which do alwaies shun Their louers and pursuers and do follow With most ranke appetites them that do flye All mischiefe that I had is but one woman and that one woman all mischance to me Who speaks worst of them then 's the best of men They are like shaddowes mischiefes are like them Death feares me for introth I seeke him out The Sun is stale to me to morrow Morne as this t' will rise I see no difference The night doth visit me but in one roabe She brings as many thoughts as she weares Starres When she is pleasant but no rest at all For what new strange thing should I couet life then Is not she false whom onely I thought true Shall time to shew his strength make Scudmore liue Till perish the vicious thought I loue not thee Or thou deere friend remoue thy heart from me Neu. Time is as weake for that as he is old Take comfort and attend this counsell friend This match is neither Sacred nor sure Close Fate annihilates what Opinion makes and since she is resolu'd this night to die If you do not redeeme her giue the meanes Or her bloud credit me will spring heauier greefes Sorer and stranger in thy oppressed hart Then her false loue before Besides t is you My Scudmore that are false if you will not Consent to let her make Vowes good which were But in a possibility to be broke This her Repentance casts her vice quite off and if you leaue her now you take it on Nay you incurre a bloody mortall sinne You do become an actuall murtherer If you neglect her she will kill her selfe This night by poyson knife or other meanes God giues you power to crosse her desperate will and if you saue not where you may you kill Scu. Why can my Noble and wise friend thinke still That what a woman saies her heart doth meane Can you beleeue that she wil kil hir selfe T is a full houre since she spake the word and God forbid that any womans minde Should not be chang'd and chang'd in a long houre She is by this time in her Lordly armes and like pleas'd Iuno claspt by Iupiter Forgets the plaints of poore mortality Such state such pride as Poets shew her in Incenst with Ioues loose scapes vpon the earth She cast on me at our encountering As cold and heauie as a Rocke of Ice In her loue to me which while I there staide My bitter and hot words resolu'd a little Iust as the Sun doth Ice I soften'd her and made her drowne her fault in her owne teares But thinke you she holds this flexible vaine No I me remou'd and shee 's congeal'd againe Neu. How well does Scudmore speake ill for himselfe Wit 's a disease that fit employment wants Therefore we see those happiest in best parts and vnder-borne fortunes vnder their merrits Grow to a sullen enuie hate and scorne Of their Superiors and at last like winds Breake forth into rebellious ciuil warres Or priuate Treasons none so apt for these as melancholy wits fetter'd with neede How free 's the Rusticke Swaine from these assaults He neuer feeles a passion all his life But when he cannot sleepe or hunger gripes And though he want Reason Wit Art nay Sence Is not so sencelesse to capitulate and aske God why he made not him as great As that same foolish Lord or that rich knaue His braines with nothing does Negotiate But his hard Husbandry which makes him liue But haue we worthy gifts as Iudgement Learning Ingenious sharpnesse which wise God indeed Doth seldome giue out of his equall hand But ioyn'd with pouertie to make it euen With Riches which he clogs with ignorance We vent our blessing in prophane conceits Or in strong Arguments against our selues Foule Bawdry and starke blindly hold it best Rather to loose a soule then loose a iest Scud. Ill tearmes my friend this wit in any man For that but season'd with discretion Holds him in awe of all these blemishes Free's him of enuie doth Phylosophize His Spirit that he makes no difference Twixt man and man twixt fortunes high and low But as the thicker they with vertues grow Freedome and bondage wit can make alone So t' would by being left and being lou'd If I had any of it temper'd so But you haue spoke all this condemning me For hauing wit to speake against my selfe But I le be rul'd by you in all Ne. Then thus To night by promise I do giue a Maske as to congratulate the Bridall day In which the Count Pendant and the wise Knight Will be most worthy dancers Sir you shall Learne but my part which I will teach you to as nimbly as the Vsher did teach me and follow my further directions Though I i' th Morne were a prodigious wight I le giue thee Bellafront in thine armes to night Scud. I am your property my Enginer Prosper your purposes shine thou eie of heauen and make thie lowring Morne a smiling Eeuen Exeunt Enter Cap. Powts with a Letter and Strange like a Souldier Stran. Oh these are Lambeth fields Cap. Strange murther'd on the wedding day by you At his owne Brides appointment for my sake Stran. As dead as Charity Cap. This sounds not well Stran. Zoones you may say as well I am the man as doubt he liues a plague of your beleefe De' e know this bloodie Ruffe which she has sent Least you should be incredulous and this Ring Which you haue seene her weare Cap. I know the Ring and I haue seene the Ruffe about his necke This comes of enforc'd marriages Where was 't done And how escap't you Stran. Sir receiue it briefly I am her Kinsman and being newly come Ouer and not intending to stay long Tooke this day to go see my Cozen Worldly For so my Name is where I found all of them So deepely drenched in the Bridall cup That sleepe had tane possession of their eies Bacchus had giuen them such an ouerthrow Their bodies lay like slaughtered carkasses One heere one there making such anticke faces as drunkennesse had mockt at drunkennesse Introth their postures and their sleepe like death For their's was liker death then sober sleepe Remembred me of body-scattered fields after the bloudie battels I haue seene T was such a season To make short my tale as Fate had said Now murthers may be done and ne're reueal'd approaching further I Lighted vpon a Chamber where your Loue Sat by this Merchant cast drunke on the bed Shee weeping and lamenting her mishap assur'd both of my daring and my trust Fell flat vpon the ground then rais'd her selfe Hung on my
what followes Now Turtle mourning still For the partie for whome are you working that purse Abra. For me I warrant her Wag. VVhat newes good Cozen I hope you haue not reueal'd my Loue Pend. Yes faith I haue acquainted the Knight withall and thou maist be asham'd to abuse a Gentleman to slaunderously he sweares he ne're lay with you Wag. Lay with mee alas no I say not so nor no man liuing but there was one night aboue the rest that I dreamt he lay with me and did you ne're heare of a child begot in a Dreame Ab. By this light that very night I dreamt shee lay with me Pend. I but Sir Abra is no dreaming knight in short he contemnes you he scornes you at his heeles Abra. By God so he lyes I haue the most adoo to forbeare but that I would heare a little more Pend. And has sent this halter you may hang your selfe or you may cut your throat heere 's a knife too Wag. Well I will loue him in despight of all How ere he vses me t is not the shame Of being examin'd or the feare of whipping Pend. Make as if thou would'st kill thy selfe Wag. Should moue me wold but he vouchsafe his loue Beare him this purse fil'd with my latest breath Blowes in it I lou'd thee Abraham Ninnie euen in death Offers to stab Abra. Hold hold thy Knight commands thee for to hold I sent no halter poore soule how it pants Take Courage looke vp Pend. Looke Sir Abra in person comes to see you Wag. Oh let me die then in his worships armes Abra. Liue long and happy to produce thy Baby I am thy Knight and thou shalt be my Lady Frowne Dad fret Mother so my loue looke chearely Thou hast my heart and thou hast bought it dearely And for your paines if Abraham liue to inherit He will not be vnmindfull of your merit Weare thou this Ring whilst I thy labors Taske This Purse weare in my Cap anon i' th Maske Wag. Oh happie woman Abra. To Supper let 's and merry be as may be Pe. Now God send euerie wise knight such a Lady Exeunt Actus Quintus Scen. prima Enter Bellafront Bell. Titles and State de' e call it Oh Content Thou art both beauty meanes and all in marriage Ioy dwels not in the Princes Pallaces They that enuie em do not know their cares Were I the Queene of Gold it could not buy An houres ease for my oppressed heart Oh were this Wedlocke knot to tie againe Not all the State and glorie it containes Ioyn'd with my Fathers fury should enforce My rash consent but Scudmore thou shalt see This false heart in my death most true to thee Shewes a Knife hanging by her side My Lord my Father all the Companie Did note my sodaine sadnesse now at Supper Yet came I out and put on faigned mirth And meane to sit out this nights Reuels too To auoide all suspect may grow in em Least my behauiour should my intent reueale Our greefes like loue we hardly can conceale Yon comes my Sisters Are the Maskers ready Enter Lucida with her Willow Garland on and Katherine Luci. They are gone to dresse themselues M. Neuil 's come I would I had not vow'd to liue a Maide I am a little taken with that Gentleman And yet if Marriage be so full of ill Let me be married to my Gyrlond still Kate Introth thy State is happier much then ours Were neuer two like vs vnfortunate Luci. Thy case indeed I needs must pitty much Because I thinke thy Vertue slander'd But for my Ladie Sister if she reape Sad discontent t is nones but her owne fault I knew the passages twixt her and Scudmore Bella. Sister I wonder you will name a man I thinke not on he was no match for mee VVhy de' e blame me that should rather blame Your wandering eie to loue a man lou'd me Luci. Well t is too late now to expostulate But my poore little Kate where is thy man Kate Lost lost introth to morrow I shall heare I make account hee 's gone some fiue yeares voyage Till this disgrace of ours be ouer-blowne and for my Captaine Powts by this time hee Is ten mile on the Riuer toward Graues end Enter Sir Iohn Wordly with two with Torches and Cudgels World Stand you two there Sirrha go you with me VVhy how now Girles heere still what your Ladyship Away away I say go take your places Some Torches for my Ladie Scud. You Sirrha Exeunt Bell Lucida Kate Is my ladie Ninnie awake yet Ser. Yes sir she is awake but she is scant sober the first thing she cal'd for was her Aqua vitae bottle World VVho is with her Ser. The good Sir Innocent and her Gentlewoman World Go tell em I desire their Companie The Maske staies on em say and de' e heare The sides of one a' th Chaire's must be let out For her great Ladyship Ser. Marrie shall it Sir Exit Seruant Enter Neuill Count Pendant and Sir Abraham in their Masking Robes Sir Abra knawing on a Capons Legge Neu. Soule man leaue eating now looke looke you haue all dropt a your sute Abra. Oh Sir I was in loue to day and could not eate but heere 's one knowes the case is alter'd lend mee but a Handkerchiefe to wipe my mouth and I ha done Ne. Soule how this Rascall staies with the rest of our things World How now son Count what readie M. Neuill Neu. All readie readie onely we tarrie for our Vizards our Caps I put em to a knaue to doing because I would haue em the better done Abra. If you put em to a knaue you are like to haue em the worse done Neu. Your wit is most actiue I cal'd him knaue in regard of his long stay Sir not his worke Abra. But de' e heare Maist Neuill did you bespeake a Vizard with a most terrible countenance for me Neu. A verie Diuels face I feare nothing but that it wil fright the weomen Abra. I would it would and a huge Mustachios Nue. A verie Turkes Abra. Excellent Count But do you thinke he will come at all Om. Oh there he is Speakes within By your leaue stand backe by your leaue Enter Scudmore like a Vizard-maker Nothing can be done to night if I enter not 2 Ser. Stand backe there or I le burne you Scud. T' were but a whoorish tricke Sir 3 ser. Oh Sir i st you Hart you 'le be kild Scud. Marry God forbid Sir Ne. Pray forbeare let me speake to him Oh you vse vs verie well Scud. In good Faith I haue beene so troubled about this Gentlemans scuruie face I take it t is wonderfull Abra. Well are you fitted now Neu. Fitted at all points Count Where are the Caps Scud. Heere Sir Pen. Let me see mine Count Come helpe me on with mine Abra. This a rare face to fright the Maids i' th Countrey heere now I le pin my purse come helpe me on Ne. So so away mine