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The Dutch courtezan As it vvas playd in the Blacke-Friars, by the Children of her Maiesties Reuels. VVritten by Iohn Marston.
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Marston, John, 1575?-1634.
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the gentlest soule is sowned O my best sister Fre. Ha get you gone close the dores My Beatrice Discouers himselfe Curst be my indiscreet trials O my immeasureablie louing Crisp. She stirs giue aire she breathes Beat. Where am I ha how haue I slipt off life Am I in heauen O my Lord though not louing By our eternall being yet giue me leaue To rest by thie dear side am I not in heauen Fre. O eternallie much laued recollect your spirits Beat. Ha you do speake I do see you I do liue I would not die now Let me not burst with wonder Fre. Call vp your bloode I liue to honor you As the admired glorie of your sex Nor euer hath my loue bin false to you Onely I presum'd to try your faith too much For which I most am grieued Cris. Brother I must be plaine with you you haue wrong'd vs I am not so Couetous to deny it But yet when my discourse hath staide your quaking You will be smoother lipt and the delight And satisfaction which we all haue got Vnder these strange disguisings when you know You will be milde and quiet forget at last It is much ioy to thinke on sorrowes past Beat. Do you then liue and are you not vntrue Let me not die with Ioy pleasure's more extream Then greefe ther 's nothing sweet to man but meane Fre. Heauen cannot be too gratious to such goodnesse I shall discourse to you the seueral chances but harke I must yet rest disguisd the sudden close of many drifts now meet Where pleasure hath some profit art is sweet Enter Tisefeu Tys. Newes newes newes newes Cris. Oysters Oysters oysters oysters Tys. Why is not this well now Is not this better then louring and pouting and puling which is hatefull to the liuing and vaine to the dead Come come you must liue by the quicke when all is done and for my owne part let my wife laugh at me when I am dead so shee le smile vpon me whilst I liue but to see a woman Whine and yet keepe her eies drye mourne and yet keepe her cheekes fat nay to see a woman claw her husbande by the feete when he is dead that would haue scratcht him by the face when he was liuing this now is somewhat rediculous Cris. Lord how you prate Tis. And yet I was afraide ifaith that I shoulde ha seene a Garland on this beauties herse but time truth experience and varietie are great doers with women Cris. But what 's the newes the newes I pray you Tys. I pray you nere pray me for by your leaue you may command me This t is the publique sessions which this day is past hath doom'd to death ill fortun'd Malhereux Cris. But sir we heard he offerd to make good That Freuile liu'd at Shatews the Iewellers Bea. And that t was but a plot betwixt them two Tyss. O I I he gagd his life with it but know When all approcht the test Shatews deuide He saw or heard of any such complot Or of Freuill so that his owne defence Appeard so false that like a madmans sword He stroke his owne hart he hath the course of law and instantly must suffer but the Iest If hanging be a iest as many make it Is to take notice of one Mullegrub a sharking vintner Fre. What of him Sir Tys. Nothing but hanging the Whoresone slaue is mad before he hath lost his sences Fre. Was his fact cleere and made aparant Sir Tys. No faith suspitions for t was thus protested a cloke was stolne that cloke he had he had it Himselfe confest by force the rest of his defence The choller of a Iustice wrongd in wine Ioynd with malignance of some hastie Iurors Whose wit was lighted by the Iustice nose The knaue was cast But Lord to heare his mone his praiers his wishes His zeal ill timde and his words vnpittied Would make a dead man rise and smile Whilst he obserued how feare can make men vile Cris. Shall we go meet the execution Beat. I shall be rulde by you Tys. By my troth a rare motion you must hast For male-factors goes like the world vpon wheeles Bea. Will you man vs you shall be our guide to Freuile Fre. I am your seruant Tys. Ha seruant Zounds I am no companion for Pandors your best make him your loue Bea. So will I Sir we must liue by the quicke you say Tys. Sdeath a vertue what a damnd things this Whole trust faire faces teares and vowes Sdeath not I She is a woman that is she can ly Cris. Come come turne not a man of time to make al il Whose goodnesse you conceiue not since the worst of chance Is to craue grace for heedlesse ignorance Enter Cocledemoy like a Sargeant Cocl So I ha lost my Sergeant in an ecliptique mist drunke horrible drunke he is fine so now will I fit my selfe I hope this habit will do me no harme I am an honest man already fit fit fit as a puncks taile that serues euery body By this time my Vintner thinkes of nothing but hel and sulpher he farts fire and brimstone already hang tostes the execution approcheth Enter Sir Lyonell Sir Hubert Malhereux piniond Tysefeu Beatrice Frevile Crisp Francischina and Holberds Mal. I do not blush although condemnd by lawes No kind of death is shamefull but the cause Which I do know is none and yet my lust Hath made the one although not cause most iust May I not be repriued Freuile is but mislodgd Some lethargie hath seazd him no much mallice Do not lay bloud vpon your soules with good intents Men may do ill and law sometime repents Cockledemoy picks Malhereuxes pocket of his purse Sir Lyo Sir sir prepare vaine is all lewd defence Mal. Conscience was law but now lawes Conscience My endles peace is made and to the poore My purse my purse Cocle. I Sir and it shall please you the poore has your purse already Mal. You are a Welyman But now thou sourse of Deuils Oh how I lothe The very memory of that I adorde He that 's of faire bloud well meand of good breeding Best fam'd of sweet acquaintance and true friends And would with desperate Impudence loose all these And hazard landing at this fatall shore Let him nere kill nor steale but loue a Whore Fran. De man dose raue tinck a got tinck a got and bid de flesh de world and the dible farewell Mal. Farewell Freuile discouers himselfe Fre. Farewell Fran. Vat i st you sea ha Fre. Sir your pardon with my this defence Do not forget protested violence Of your low affections no requests No arguments of reason no knowne danger No assured wicked bloodines Could draw your hart from this damnation Mal. Why staie Fran. Vnprosperous Diuell vat sall me do now Fre. Therefore to force you from the truer danger I wrought the fained suffering this faire Deuil In shaps of woman to make good her plot And knowing that the hooke was deeply
Syring straight and your Lotium vnspile Enter Franchiscina Free: See Sir this is she Mal. This Free This Mal. A Curtesan Now cold bloud defend me what a proportion afflictes me Fran. O mine aderliuer loue vat sall me do to requit dis your must affection Free Marry salute my friend clippe his necke and kisse him welcome Fran. A mine art Sir you bin very velcome Free Kisse her man with a more familiar affection so come what entertainement goe to your Lute Exit Fran. And how dost approue my somtimes elected fees none of your ramping Cannibals that deuoure mās flesh nor any of your curtian gulfes that will neuer be satisfied vntill the best thing a man has be throwne into them I lou'd her with my heart vntill my soule shewed me the imperfection of my body and placed my affection on a lawful loue my modest Beatrice which if this short heeles knew there were no being for mee with eyes before her face But faith dost thou not some what excuse my sometimes incontinency with her enforciue beauties Speake Ma. Hah she is a whore is she not Free VVhore fie whore you may call her a Curtezan a Cocatrice or as that worthy spirite of an eternall happinesse saide a Suppositarie but whore fie t is not in fashion to call thinges by their right names is a great marchant a cockold you must say he is one of the liuery is a great Lord a foole you must say he is weake is a gallant pocky you must say he has the court skab come shee s your mistresse or so Enter Francischina with her Lute Come Syren your voice Fran. Vill not you stay in mine bosome to night loue Free By no meanes sweet breast this Gentleman has vowde to see me chastly layde Fran. He shall haue a bedde too if dat it please him Free Peace you tender him offence hee is one of a professed abstinence Syren your voyce and away She singes to her Lute The Song The darke is my delight So t is the Nightingales My Musicke 's in the night So is the Nightingales My body is but little So is the Nightingales I loue to sleepe gainst prickle So doth the Nightingale Thankes Busse so the night growes old good rest Fran. Rest to mine deare loue rest and no long absence Free Beleeue me not long Fran. Sall Ick not beleeue you long Exit Fracischina Fre. O yes come viah away boy on Exit his Page lighting him Enter Freuill and seemes to ouerheare Malheureus Mal. Is she vnchast can such a one be damde O loue and beautie yee two eldest seedes Of the vast Chaos what strong right you haue Euen in thinges diuine our very soules Free Wha ha ho come bird come stand peace Mal. Are strumpets then such things so delicate Can custome spoile what nature made so good Or is their Custome bad Beauti 's for vse I neuer saw a sweet face vitious It might be proud inconstant wanton nice But neuer tainted with vnnaturall vice Their worst is their best art is loue to winne O that to loue should be or shame or sinne Free: By the Lord hee 's caught Laughter eternall Mal: Soule I must loue her desteny is weake to my affection A common loue blush not faint breast That which is euer loued of most is best Let colder-eld the strongst obiections moue No lou 's without some lust no life without some loue Eree: Nay come on good sir what though the most odious spectacle the world can present be an imōdest vulgar woman Yet sir for my sake Mal: Well sir for your sake I le thinke better of them Free: Doe good sir and pardon me that haue brought you in You knowe the sight of vice augments the hate of sinne Mal: Hah will you go home sir 't is hye bed time Free: With all my hart sir only do not chide me I must confesse Mal: A wanton louer you haue been Free: O that to loue should be or shame or sinne Mal: Say yee Free Let colder eld the strongst obiections mooue Mal: Howe 's this Free: No loue 's without some lust No life without some loue go your wayes for an Apostata I beleue my cast garment must be let out in the seames for you when all is done Of all the fooles that would all man out-thrust He that 'gainst Nature would seeme wise is worst Exeunt Finis Actus Primi Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter Freeuile pages with torches and gentlemen with musicke Free: The morne is yet but younge here gentlemen This is my Beatrice window this the chamber Of my betrothed dearest whose chaste eyes Full of lou'd sweetnesse and cleare cherefulnes Haue gag'd my soule to her in ioyings Shredding away all those weake vnder-braunches Of base affections and vnfruitfull heates Here bestow your musick to my voyce Cantat Enter Beatrice aboue Alwaies a vertuous name to my chast loue Bea: Lou'd sir the honor of your wish returne to you I cannot with a mistres complement Forced discoursses or nice art of wit Giue entertaine to your deere wished presence But safely thus what harty gratefulnes Vnsulleine Silence vnaffected modesty And an vnignorant shamefastnes can expresse Receiue as your protested due Faith my hart I am your seruant O let not my secure simplicity breed your mislike As one quite voyde of skill T is Grace inough in vs not to be ill I can some good and faith I mean no hurt Do not then sweete wrong sober ignorance I iudge you all of vertue and our vowes Should kill all feares that base distrust can mooue my soule what say you still you loue Free: Still my vowe is vp aboue me like time Irrevocable I am sworne all yours No beauty shall vntwine our armes no face In my eyes can or shall seeme faire And would to God only to me you might Seeme only faire let others disesteeme Your matchles graces so might I safer seeme Enuie I couet not far far be all ostent Vaine boasts of beauties soft ioyes and the rest He that is wise pants on a priuate brest So could I liue in desart most vnknowne Your selfe to me enough were Populous Your eyes shall be my ioyes my wine that still Shall drowne my often cares your onely voyce Shall cast a slumber on my listning sence You with soft lip shall onely ope mine eyes And sucke theire lidds a sunder onely you Shall make me wish to liue not feare death So on your cheekes I might yeild latest breath O he that thus may liue and thus shall dye May well be enuied of a dietie Beat Deare my lou'd hart be not so passionate nothing extreame liues long Free: But not to be extreame nothing in loue 's extreame my loue receiues no meane Beat I giue you fayth and pre thee since poore foule I am so easy to beleeue thee make it much more pitty to deceiue me weare this sleight fauor in my remēbrance throweth downe a ring to him Free: Which