debtor of thine did his obligation hee 's gone and now I thinke vpon the matter I haue somewhat the worst on 't for if I should kill him I shall neuer bee able to flye and hee has left a peece of his scull I thinke in my shoulder whither am I bound to meet him or no I will consult some o' the sword men and know whether it be a competent challenge Cameleon Cam. Sir Lod. Has the Rat your master that was any spirit in him Cam. Spirit the last time hee was in the field a boy of seauen yeares old beate him with a Trap-sticke Lod. Saist thou so I will meet him then and hew him to peeces Cap. I haue an humble suite if it be so that you kill him let me beg his body for an Anatomy I haue a great mind to eate a peece on him Lod. T is granted follow me I le cut him vp I warrant thee Exe. Enter Beauford and Captayne Cap. I haue a letter Beau. From whom Cap. Gratiana Bea. I would forget that name speake it no more Cap. She is abus'd and if you had not beene Transported from vs with your passion You would ha chang'd opinion to haue heard How well she pleaded Bea. For her-selfe Cap. You might With little trouble gather from her teares How cleare she was which more transparent then The morning dew or christall fell neglected Vpon the ground some cunning Ieweller To ha seene em scattred would a thought some Princesse Dropt em and couetous to enrich himselfe Gathered them vp for Dyamonds Beau. You are then conuerted Cap. Oh you were too credulous Marwood has playd the Vilaine and is damn'd for 't Could but his soule be brought to heare her answere The accusation she wo'd make that blush And force it to confesse a treason to Her honour and your loue Beau. You did beleeue her Cap. I did and promis'd her to do this seruice She begd of me at parting if she sent A letter to conuey it to your hand Pray read you know not what this paper carries Beau. Has shee acquainted you Cap. Not me I guesse It is some secret was not fit for my Relation it may be worth your knowledge Do her that iustice since you would not heare What she could say in person to peruse Her paper Rea. It can bring nothing to take off Th' offence committed Cap. Sir you knew not What satisfaction it contaynes Or what she may confesse in 't for my sake Reads Beau. To him that was what Confident of her Vertue Once an admirer now a maurner for Her absent goodnesse she has made the change From her that was would ha become this paper Had she conseru'd her first immaculate whitenesse It had beene halfe prophane not to salute Her letter with a kisse and touch it with More veneration then a Sybils leafe But now all Ceremony must be held A superstition to the blotted scrole O a more stained writer I le not reade If vnprepar'd she win with her Discourse What must she do when she has time and study To apparrell her defence Cap. Deny her this Beau. Well I will read it Enter Seruant Ser. Here 's Sir Iohn Belfare Beau. Say any thing t' excuse me be et your care That none approach the Chamber Cap. So so now vnrip the seale Enter Sir Iohn Belfare Isaac Bel. Not speak with him he must haue stronger guard To keepe me out where 's Beauford Beau. Here Bel. Then there 's a Villaine Beau. That 's course language Bel. I must not spin it finer till you make me Vnderstand better why my daughter and In her my family is abus'd Beau. Shee has not then accus'd her selfe I le tell you I did expect your daughter would haue beene My Virgin bride but she reseru'd for me The ruines of her honour I wod not speake I' the rude dialect you may sooner collect An English Bel. Is she not honest will you Make her then a whore Beau. Not I her owne sinne made her Bel. Thou lyest nor can my age make me appeare Vnworthy a satisfaction from thy sword Isa. Does not he call my young mistresse whore Bel. Keep me not from him Captaine he has in this Giuen a fresh wound I came t' expostulate The reason of a former suffering Which vnto this was charity as thou art A Gentle-man I dare thee to the Combate Contemne not Beauford my gray haires if t' hast A Noble soule keepe not this distance meete me Thou art a Souldier for heauens sake permit me Chastise the most vncharitable slander Of this bad man Beau. I neuer iniur'd you Bel. Not iniur'd me what is there then in nature Left to be cald an iniury didst not mocke Me and my poore fond girle with marriage Till all things were design'd the very day When Hymen should haue worne his saffron robe My friends inuited and prepar'd to call Her Bride and yet as if all this could not Summ'd vp together make an iniury Does thy corrupted soule at last conspire To take her white name from her giue me leaue To expresse a Father in a teare or two For my wrong'd child O Beauford thou hast rob'd A father and a daughter but I wo not Vsurpe heauens iustice which shall punish thee 'Boue my weake arme mayst thou liue to haue Thy heart as ill rewarded to be a father At my yeares haue one daughter and no more Belou'd as mine so mock'd and then cald Whore Cap. 'Las good old man Exit Bel. Isaac Bea. My afflictions Are not yet numbred in my fate nor I Held ripe for Death Cap. Now read the Letter Beau. Yes it cannot make me know more misery Reads Beauford I dare not call thoe mine though I could not hope while I was liuing thou wouldst beleeue my innocence deny mee not this fauour after Death to say I once lou'd thee Ha death Captaine is she dead Cap. I hope shee employd not me to bring this newes Beau. Yes Death ha Prethee read the rest there 's something In my eyes I cannot well distinguish Her small Characters Cap. My Accuser by this time knowes the reward of my iniurye Farewell I am carrying my Prayers for thee to another World her owne Martyr drown'd Gratiana Beau. Read all Cap. I haue Beau. It cannot be for when thou mak'st an end My heart should giue a tragicke period And with a loud sigh breake drown'de T was no sinne aboue heauens pardon Though thou hadst beene false To thy first vow and me I wod not had Thee dyed so soone or if thou hadst affected That death I could ha drownd thee with my teares Now they shall neuer find thee but be lost Within thy watery Sepulcher Cap. Take comfort Beau. Art dead Then here I le Coffin vp my selfe vntill The Law vnbury me for Marwoods death I wonot hope for life mercy sha' not saue Him that hath now a pattent for his Graue Exeunt Actus Quarti Scena Prima Enter Milisent and Gratiana Mil. T is his
thy soule how boldly would Out innocence plead for vs but shas done Beau. Then was Gratianaes honor sau'd Car. Vntouch'd Bea. Where am I lost this story is more killing Then all my iealousies Oh Cardona Goe safe from hence but when thou com'st at home Locke thy selfe vp and languish till thou dye Thou shalt meete Marwood in a gloomy shade Giue backe this salary Exit Cardona Mil. Haue I made good My promise do you finde your errour Beau. No I ha found my horror has the chast And innocent Gratiana drown'd her selfe What satisfaction can I pay thy ghost Mil. Now doe me right sir Beau. Shee 's gone for euer And can the earth still dwell a quiet neighbour To the rough Sea and not it selfe bee thaw'd Into a riuer let it melt to waues From hence-forth that beside th' inhabitants The very Genius of the World may drowne And not accuse me for her Oh Gratiana Mil. Reserue your passion and remember what I come for Beau. How shall I punish my vniust suspition Death is too poore a thing to suffer for her Some spirit guide mee where her body lyes Within her watery vrne although seal'd vp With frost my teares are warme and can dissolue it To let in mee and my repentance to her I would kisse her cold face into life agen Renew her breath with mine on her pale lip I do not thinke but if some artery Of mine were open'd and the crimson flood Conuay'd into her veines it would agree And with a gentle gliding steale it selfe Into her heart inlif'ne her dead faculties And with a flattery tice her soule agen To dwell in her faire tenement Mil. You loose Your selfe in these wild fancies recollect And doe mee iustice Beau. I am lost indeede With fruitlesse passion I remember thee And thy designe agen I must account For Marwoods death i st not alas thou art Too young and canst not fight I wish thou wert A man of tough and actiue sinewes for Thy owne reuenge sake I would prayse thee for My death so I might fall but nobly by thee For I am burden'd with a weight of life Stay didst not tell me thou hadst brought hither The body of young Marwood Mil. Yes Beau. Since a mistake not malice did procure His ill fate I will but drop one funerall Teare vpon his wound and soone finish To doe thee right Mil. Yee shall A coffin brought in Beau. Does this enclose his corpes how little roome Doe wee take vp in death that liuing know No bounds here without murmurring wee can Be circumscrib'd it is the soule that makes vs Affect such wanton and irregular pathes When that 's gone wee are quiet as the earth And thinke no more of wandring oh Marwood Forgiue my anger thy confession did Inuite thy ruine from me yet vppon Opens My memory forsake me t is Gratiana's Spirit hast thou left thy Heauenly dwelling To call me hence I was now comming to thee Or but commaund more hast and I will count it No sinne to strike my selfe and in the streame Of my owne blood to imitate how thou Didst drowne thy selfe Grat. I am liuing Beauford Beau. I know thou art immortall Grat. Liuing as thou art Beau. Good angels doe not mocke mortality Grat. And came Beau. To call me to my answere how I durst Suspect thy chastity I le accuse my selfe And to thy iniur'd innocence giue me vp A willing sacrifice Grat. Oh my Beauford now I am ouer-blest for my late sufferings I haue sollicited my Death with prayers Now I would liue to see my Beauford loue me It was thy friend induc'd me to that letter To finde if thy suspition had destroy'd All seedes of loue Beau. Art thou not dead indeede May I beleeue her hands is warme shee breathes Agen and kisses as she wont to doe Her Beauford art Gratiana Heauen Let me dwell here vntill my soule exhale Mil. One sorrow 's cur'd Milisent begone Thou hast bin too long absent from thy owne Exit Bea. Oh my ioy rauisht soule but where 's the youth Brought mee this blessing vanisht Gratiana Where is hee I would hang about his necke And kisse his cheeke he we not leaue me so Gone sure it was some angell was hee not Or doe I dreame this happinesse wot not thou Forsake mee to Grat. Oh neuer Beau. Within there Bid the young man returne and quickly least My ioy aboue the strength of natures sufferance Kill me before I can expresse my gratitude Ha yee brought him Enter Officers Officer Mr. Beauford I am sorry wee are Commanded to apprehend your person Grat. Officers ha Officer You are suspected to haue slaine a Gentle-man one Marwood Beau. Haue I still my essence ha I had a ioy was able to make man Forget he could be miserable Officer Come sir Beau. If ere extreamities did kill wee hath Shall dye this very minute Grat. You shanot goe Officers Our authority will force him Grat. Y' are villaines murderers Oh my Beauford Beau. Leaue me Gratiana Grat. Neuer I le dye with thee Beau. What can wee say vnto our misery Sau'd in a tempest that did threaten most Arriu'd the harbour ship and all are lost Officer To the next Iustice Exeunt Actus Quinti Scena Prima Enter Sir Iohn Belfare Bel. Whether art fled Gratiana that I can Conuerse with none to tell mee thou art still A mortall taken hence by miracle Though angels should intice her hence to heauen She was so full of piety to her father She would first take her leaue Enter Isaac and a Physition Isa. There he is sir he cannot choose but talke idly For he has not slept since the last great mist Phi. Mist Isa. I sir his daughter my young mistresse went away in 't and we can heare no tale nor tydings of her to tell you true I would not disgrace my old master but hee is little better then mad Phi. Vnhappy Gentle-man Bel. T is so hee murder'd her For he that first would rob her of her honor Would or feare after-ward to kill Gratiana He shall be arrang'd for 't but where shall wee Get honest men enough to make a Iury That dare be conscionable when the Iudge Lookes on and frownes vpon the Verdict men That will not be corrupted to fauour A great man euidence but preferre iustice To ready mony oh this age is barren Phy. Master Beauford's newly Apprehended for some fact and carried Fore Iustice Landby in my passage hither I met him guarded Bel. Guarded for what Phy. Some did whisper hee had kild Bel. Gratiana Oh my girle my Gratiana Isaac Beauford is taken t is apparent he hath slayne my daughter and shanot I reuenge her Death I le prosecute the Law with violence agaynst him not leaue the Iudge till hee pronounce his sentence then I le dye and carry Gratiana the newes before him Follow me Exeunt Enter Iustice Landby and Iane Iust. I expect Iane thou wot reward my care With thy obedience he 's young
The Wedding As it was lately Acted by her Maiesties Seruants at the Phenix in Drury Lane WRITTEN By IAMES SHIRLEY Gent. Horat. Multaque pars mei Vitabit Libitinam LONDON Printed for Iohn Groue and are to be sold at his shop at Furniualls Inne Gate in Holborne 1629 The Actors names Sir Iohn Belfare Richard Perkins Beauford a passionate louer of Gratiana Michael Bowyer Marwood friend to Beauford Iohn Sumpner Rawbone a thin Citizen William Robins Lodam a fat Gentle-man William Sherlocke Iustice Landby Anthony Turner Captaine Landby William Allin Isaac Sir Iohns man William Wilbraham Hauer a yong Gentle-man louer of Mistresse Iane Iohn Yong Cameleon Rawbones man Iohn Dobson Physition Keeper Surgeon Seruants Gratiana Sir Iohns Daughter Hugh Clarke Iane Iustice Landbys daughter Iohn Page Milisent Cardonaes daughter Edward Rogers Cardona Tymothy Read TO THE RIGHT Worshipfull William Gowre Esquire SIR I know you and in that your worth which I honor more then greatnesse in a Patron This Comedy comming forth to take the ayre in Summer desireth to walke vnder your shaddow The World oweth a perpetuall remembrance to your name for excellency in the Musicall Arte of Poesie and your singular iudgement and affection to it haue encouraged me to this Dedication in which I cannot transgresse beyond your Candor It hath passed the Stage and I doubt not but from you it shall receiue a kinde welcome since you haue beene pleas'd to acknowledge the Author Yours IAMES SHIRLEY To his learned and much respected friend Mr. Iames Shirley vpon his Wedding AN inforc'd rapture and high swelling phrase Doth onely gaudy ignorance amaze Conceites that yeelde iudicious Writers glory Enrich the beauty of thy Comicke Story Loues passion in smooth numbers is descride Such as becomes the softnesse of a Bride I want a Poets aëry soule to giue Due prayses to thy lines which shall out-liue The Crittickes spleene the Atheists impious iest A modest pen becomes the Muses best And such is thine as thy faire Wedding showes Who Crownes thee not a debt to knowledge owes Edmond Colles To his worthy Friend Mr. Shirley vpon his Nuptiall Comedy IS Beaumont dead or slept he all this while To teach the World the want of his smooth stile If he be dead that part of him Diuine By transmigration of his soule is thine High is thy fancy yet thy straine so sweete Death would be lou'd in such a winding sheete This Wedding needes no Offering and thy worth Is aboue flattery to set thee forth From whose rich Muse thus Wedded we shall see Many faire Children borne to Poësie Robert Haruey In Hymeneum Ingeniosissimi Iacobi Shirley Dies fugaci de siliunt pede Nec vrna cuiquam parcit at improbae Viuit superstes fama morti Nec gelidum metuit sepulchrum O qui ingales flauus Hymen toros Ambis coruscâ iam nitidus togâ Incede Shirleiana laurus Perpetuos tibi dat triumphos Phoebus sacrata vellit ab arbore Ramum modestas quo decoret comas Additque vatem Laureatis Sideribus numerumque claudit SPread faire thou growing Tree with which in vaine The windes do wraste blemish'd with the staine Of impure life some by Atheisticke rimes And witty surfeits force these ruder times To fond amazement but thy faire defence Rests in cleare Arte and secure Innocence As thou thy Muse is chast on which no Rape VVas ere by thee committed Learnings Ape Is franticke imitation and the Bough That Crownes such VVriters withers on their brow I gratulate thy Wedding Loue doth guide My friendly Muse thus to salute thy Bride William Habington To my deseruing friend Mr. Iames Shirley vpon his Comedy the Wedding THou need'st not friend that any man for thee Should to the World put in security Thy Comedy is good 't will passe alone And faire enough without this ribbands showne Vpon the fore-head on 't if high rays'd passion Temper'd with harmelesse mirth in such sweet fashion And with such harmony as may inuite Two faculties of soule and both delight Deserue an approbation in mine eye Such in iust value is this Comedy Tho. May Of this Ingenious Comedy the Wedding To Mr. Iames Shirley the Author THE Bonds are equall and the Marriage fit Where iudgement is the Bride the Husband wit Wit hath begot and iudgement hath brought forth A noble issue of delight and worth Growne in this Comedy to such a strength Of sweete perfection as that not the length Of dayes nor rage of mallice can haue force To sue a nullity or worke diuorce Betweene this well trim'd Wedding and loud Fame Which shall in euery age renew thy Name Iohn Ford The Wedding Actus Primi Scoena Prima Enter Sir Iohn Belfare and Isaac his man seruants bringing in Prouision Belfare WEll done my Masters yee bestirre your selues I see we shall feast to morrow Ser. Your worship shall want no Wood-cockes at the Wedding Isa. Thou hast as many as thou canst carry and thirteene to the last dozen Bel. Isaac Isa. Sir Bel. Haue you beene carefull to inuite those friends you had direction for Isa. Yes sir I haue beene a continuall motion euer since I rise I haue not sayd my prayers to day Bel. We shall want no guests then Isa. I haue commanded most on 'em Bel. How sir Isa. I ha' bid 'em sir there 's two in my list will not fayle to dine w' ee Bel. Who are they Isa. Master Rawbone the yong vsurer Bel. Oh hee s reported a good Trencher-man He has a tall stomacke he shall be welcome Isa. They say he has made on Obligation to the Diuell if euer he eate a good meale at his owne charge his soule is forfeit Bel. How does he liue liue Isa. Vpon his mony sir Bel. He does not eate it Isa. No the Diuell choake him it were a golden age if all the Vsurers in London should ha' no other dyet hee has a thingut waytes vpon him I thinke one of his bastards be got vppon a spider I hope to liue to see 'em both drawne through a ring Bel. Who is the other Isa. The other may be knowne too the barrell at Heidelberg was the patterne of his belly Master Lodam sir Bel. Hee 's a great man indeede Isa. Something giuen to the wast for he liues within no reasonable compasse I 'm sure Bel. They will be well met Isa. But very ill matcht to draw a Coach yet at prouender there wil be scarce an Oate betweene the leane jade and the fat Gelding Bel. How liues he Isa. Religiously sir for hee that seedes well must by consequence liue well hee holds none can be dam'd but leane men for fat men he sayes must needes bee sau'd by the faith of their body Enter Mr Beauford and Captaine Landby Bel. Mr. Beauford and Captayne Landby Isaac call forth my Daughter Beau. Sir Iohn I hope you make no stranger of me To morrow I shall change my title for Your sonne soone as the holy rites shall make me The happy husband to your
d' ee meane To cast your selfe away y' are more vnmercifull Then those that doe accuse you then the Law It selfe for at the worst that can but finde You guilty at the last too soone for me To bee deuided from you Beau. Oh Gratiana I call heauen to witnesse Though my mis-fortune made mee thinke before My life a tedious and painefull trouble My very soule a luggage and too heauy For me to carry now I wish to liue To liue for thy sake till my haire were siluer'd With age to liue till thou wodst ha me dye And were a weary of me For I neuer Could by the seruice of one life reward Enough thy loue nor by the suffering The punishment of age and time do pennance Sufficient for my iniury but my fate Hurries me from thee then accept my death A satisfaction for that sinne I could not Redeeme aliue I cannot but confesse The accusation Enter Sir Iohn Belfare and Isaac Bel. Iustice iustice I will haue iustice Ha Gratiana Grat. Oh my deare father Bel. Art a liue oh my ioy it growes To mighty for me I must weepe a little To saue my heart Isa. My young mistresse aliue Exit Grat. If euer you lou'd Gratiana plead for Beauford H 'as beene abus'd by a villaine all 's discouer'd W 'aue renew'd hearts and now I feare I shall Loose him agen accus'd here for the death Of Marwood that was cause of all our suffering Bel. I ha not wept enough for ioy Gratiana That th' art aliue yet I vnderstand nothing Beside this comfort Grat. Deere sir recollect And second me Iust. The fact confest all hope Wil be a pardon sir may be procur'd Sir Iohn y' are come in a sad time Grat. What is the worst you charge him with Keeper He has slaine a Gentle-man Iust. No common trespasse Grat. He has done iustice Iust. How Grat. A publicke benefite to his Country in 't Iust. Killing a man her sorrow ouer-throwes Her reason Grat. Heare me Marwood was a Villaine A rebell vnto vertue a prophaner Of friendships sacred lawes a murderer Of virgin chastity against whose malice No innocence could hope protection But like a Bird grip'd by an Eagles talent It growing dyes What punishment can you inflict on him That in contemp of nature and religion Inforces breach of loue of holy vowes Sets them at warre whose hearts were married In a full congregation of Angels I know you will not say but such deserue To dye yet Marwood being dead you reach Your fury to his heart that did this benefit Beau. Oh Gratiana if I may not liue To enjoy thee here Il would thou hadst beene dead Indeede for in a little time we shu'd Ha met each other in a better World But since I go before thee I will carry Thy prayse along and if my soule forget not What it hath lou'd when it conuerst with men I wil so talke of thee among the blest That they shal be in loue with thee and descend In holy shapes to woe thee to come thither And be of their society doe not veile thy beauty With such a shower keepe this soft raine To water some more lost and barren garden Least thou destroy the spring which nature made To be a wonder in thy cheeke Iust. Where is Marwoods body Mar. Here sir Omnes A liue Mil. Ha Marwood Mar. A liue as glad to see thee as thou art To know thy selfe acquitted for my death Which I of purpose by this honest friend To whose cure I owe my life made you beleeue I increase our ioy at meeting for you Lady You are a woman yet you might ha beene Lesse violent in your pleading do not Engage me past respects of mine or your own honor Grat. Mine is aboue thy malice I haue a breast Impenetrable 'gainst which thou soundly ayming Thy arrowes but recoile into thy bosome And leaue a wound Beau. Friend we haue found thy errour Mar. Let it be mine we haue had stormes already Grat. Tell me iniurious man for in this presence You must acquit the honour you accus'd Discharge thy poyson here inhumane Traytor Beau. Thou wo't aske her now forigvenes she 's al chastitie Mar. Why d' ee tempt me thus Bel. It was ill done sir Iust Accuse her to her face Mar. So so you see I am silent still Gra. You are too full of guilt to excuse your trechery Mar. Then farwell all respect and heare me tell This bold and insolent woman that so late Made triumph in my death Mil. Oh sir proceede not You do not declare your selfe of generous birth Thus openly to accuse a Gentle-woman Were it a truth Grat. He may throw soyle at heauen And as soone staine it Mar. Sirra boy who made you so peremptory He would be whipt Mil. With what I am not arm'd You see but your big language would not fright My youth were it be friended with a sword You should find then I would dare to proue it A falsehood on your person Iust. How now Milisent Mar. Hath my loue made mee thus ridiculous Beauford that you will suffer such a boy To affront me then against all the world I rise an enemy and defie his valour Dares iustifie Gratiana vertuous Enter Isaac and Cardona Isa. Beleeue your eyes Car. My daughter aliue Oh my deare heart Mar. You are come opportunely Cardona speake the truth as thou wouldst not Eate my poinard is not Gratiana A sinnefull woman Mar. What meanes Marwood ha Bel. I am in a laborinth Car. Hold I confesse You neuer did enioy Gratiana Mar. Ha Car. Let not our shame be publicke sir you shall Haue the whole truth oh that my teares were able To wash my sinne away won with your promises I did in hope to marke my self a fortune And get a husband for my childe with much Blacke oratoury woe my daughter to Supply Gratianaes bed whom with what Circumstance you enioy'd that you beleeu'd It was the virgin you desir'd Bel. I st possible Mar. I am at a confasion where 's this daughter Car. She with the feare as I conceiue of her Dishonour taking a few iewels with her Went from me I know not whither by this time Dead if not more vnhappy in her fortune Mar. Into how many sinnes hath lust engag'd me Is there a hope you can forgiue and you And she whom I haue most dishonor'd I neuer had a conscience till now To be grieu'd for her I will hide my selfe From all the World Mil. Stay sir Grat. You heare this Beauford father Beau. This she confest to me though I conceal'd From thee the errour Marwood dead their shame Would not ha giuen my life aduantage now We haue ore-come the malice of our fate I hope you 'le call me sonne Bel. Both my lou'd children Iust. I congratulate your ioy Mar. Beauford Gentle-men This is a woman Lucibol your daughter The too much iniur'd maide oh pardon me Welcom both to my knowledge and my heart Car Oh my childe Iust. My seruant prooue a woman Bel. You le marry her Mar. I shall begin my recompence Lead you to Church we 'le find the Priest more worke Iust. He has done some already for by this time I haue a daughter married to young Hauer That walk'd in Rawbones liuery they 'r return'd Enter Captaine Hauer Iane Lodam and Cameleon Hau. Father your pardon though you meant me not Your sonne yet I must call your daughter wife Here I resigne my Citizen Bel. Young Hauer Iust My blessing on you both I meant it so a letter tooke off this Disguise before nay here are more couples Enough to play at Barly-breake Raw. Master Lodam you and I are in Hell Lod. How Hau. You and I are friends Lod. I knew by instinct I had no quarell to thee Art thou Rawbone Raw. I am not drunke Lod. No but thou art disguis'd shrewdly Raw. I wonot beleeue I am awake This is not possible Beau. Leaue off to wonder Captaine Cap. Sure this is a dreame Raw. As sure as you are there Captayne 'las wee doe but walke and talke in our sleepe all this while Bel. Away away Lod. I to dinner bullies Raw. D' ee heare Gentle-men before you go does no-body know me who am I who am I Iust. You are master Rawbone fit that would haue married my daughter that is now wise I take it to this Gentle-man your seeming seruant Raw. Dreame on dreame on Iasper make much a' the wench now th' ast got her am not I finely guld Hau. I thinke so Raw. Dreame on together a good iest yfaith he thinkes all this is true now Cap. Are not you then awake fit Raw. No marry am I not sir Cap. What d' ee thinke a'th at sir kickes him Raw. That sir now do I dreame that I am kickt Cap. You doe not feele it then Raw. Kicke kicke your hearts out Lod. Say you so let my foote be in too then Raw. Sure I shall crye out in my sleep what a long night t is Bel. Set on Lod. I I we may come backe and take him napping Beau. Come Gratiana My soule best halfe le ts tye the sacred knot So long deferr'd neuer did two louers Meet in so little time so many changes Our Wedding day is come the sorrowes past Shall giue our present ioy more heauenly tast Exeunt Epilogue Rawbone GEntle-men Pray he fauourable to wake a Foole Dormant I mongst yee I ha beene kickt and kicke to that purpose may be they knockt at the wrong doore my braines are a sleepe in the Garret I must appeale from their feete to your hands there is no way but one you must clap me and clap mee soonely d' ee heare I shall hardly come to my selfe else Oh since my case without you desperate stands Wake me with the loud Musicke of your hands Exit