White headed Councellors and Iouiall spirites Standing like fierie Cherubins to gard The Monarch who in God-like glorie sits In midst of these as if this deitie Had with a looke created a new world The standers by being the faire workemanship Andel. Oh how my soule is rapt to a third heauen I le trauell sure and liue with none but kings Shad. Then Shaddow must die among knaues and yet why so in a bunch of Cards knaues waite vpon the kings And. When I turne king then shalt thou waite on me Shad. Well there 's nothing impossible a dog has his day and so haue you Amp. But tell me father haue you in all courts Beheld such glorie so maiesticall In all perfection no way blemished Fort. In some Courts shall you see ambition Sit piecing Dedalus old waxen wings But being clapt on and they about to flie Euen when their hopes are busied in the clouds They melt against the Sunne of majestie And downe they tumble to destruction For since the heavens strong armes teach kings to stand Angels are plac'd about their glorious throne To gard it from the strokes of Traitrous hands By travell boyes I haue seen all these things Fantasticke complement stalkes up and downe Trickt in out-landish Fethers all his words His lookes his oathes are all ridiculous All apish childish and Italianate Enter Fortune after her three destinies working Shad. I know a medicine for that maladie Fort. By travell boyes I have seen all these things Andel. And these are sightes for none but gods kings Shad. Yes and for Christen creatures if they be not blind Fort. In these two hands doe I gripe all the world This leather purse and this bald woollen Hat Make me a Monarch here 's my Crowne and Scepter In progresse will I now goe through the world I le cracke your shoulders boyes with bags of gold Ere I depart on Fortune's wings I ride And now sit in the height of humane pride Fortune Now foole thou liest where thy proud feete doe tread These shal throw downe thy cold breathlesse head Fort. O sacred deitie what sinne is done All kneele That deaths Iron fist should wrestle with thy sonne Fortune Thou art no sonnne of Fortune but her slave Thy Cedar hath aspir'd to his full height Thy Sunne like glorie hath advaunc'd herselfe Into the top of prides Meridian And downe amaine it comes From beggerie I plum'd thee like an Estrich like that Estrich Thou hast eaten Metals and abusde my giftes Hast plaid the Ruffian wasted that in ryots Which as a blessing I bestowed on thee Fort. Forgive me I will be more provident Fortune No endlesse follies follow endlesse wealth Thou hadst thy fancie I must have thy fate Which is to die when th' art most fortunate This inckie thread thy ugly sinnes have spun Black life black death faster that it were don Fort. Oh let me live but till I can redeeme Fortune The destinies denie thee longer life Fort. I am but now lifted to happiness Fortune And now take I must pride to cast thee downe Hadst thou chosen wisedome this blacke had been white And deaths sterne browe could not thy soul afright Fort. Take this againe give wisedome to my sonnes Fortune No foole 't is now too late as death strikes thee So shall their ends sudden and wretched bee Ioves daughters righteous destinies make haste His life hath wastefull beene and let it waste Exeunt Andel. Why the pox doest thou sweat so Shad. For anger to see any of Gods Creatures have such filthie faces as these Semsters had that went hence Andel. Semsters why you asse they are destinies Shad. Indeede if it be ones destinie to have a filthie face I know no remedie but to goe maskt and crie Woe worth the Fates Amp. Why droopes my father these are onely shadowes Raiz'd by the malice of some enemie To fright your life o're which they have no power Shad. Shaddowes I defie their kinred Fort. O Ampedo I faint helpe me my sonnes Andel. Shaddow I pray thee runne and call more helpe Shad. If that desperate Don Dego death hath tane vp the Cudgels once here 's neuer a Fencer in Cyprus dare take my old masters part Andel. Runne villaine call more helpe Shad. Bid him thanke the destinies for this Exit Fort. Let him shrincke downe die betweene your armes Helpe comes in vaine No hand can conquer Fate This instant is the last of my lifes date This Goddesse if at least shee be a goddesse Names her selfe Fortune wandring in a wood Halfe famisht her I met I haue quoth shee Sixe gifts to spend vpon mortalitie Wisedome strength health beautie long life and riches Out of my bountie one of these is thine Amp. What benefit did from your choyce arise Fort. Listen my sonnes In this small compasse lies Infinite treasure this shee gaue to mee And gaue to this this vertue Take quoth shee So often as from hence thou drawst thy hand Ten golden peeces of that kingdomes coyne Where er'e thou liu'st which plenteous sure shall last After thy death till thy sonnes liues doe waste Andel. Father your choice was care the gift diuine Fort. It had beene so if riches had beene mine Amp. But hath this golden vertue neuer faild Fort. Neuer Andelo. O admirable heare 's a fire Hath power to thaw the very heart of death And giue stones life by this most sacred death See brother here 's all India in my hand Fort. Inherite you my Sonnes that golden land This Hat I brought away from Babylon I robd the Souldan of it t is a prize Worth twentie Empires In this Iewell lies Andel. How father Iewell call you this a Iewell It 's course Wool a bald fashion and greasie to the brim I haue bought a better Felt for a French crowne fortie times Of what vertuous blocke is this Hat I pray Fort. Set it vpon thy head and with a wish Thou in the moment on the winds swift wings Shalt be transported into any place Andel. A wishing Hat and a golden mine For. O Andelocia Ampedo now death Sounds his third sommons I must hence these Iewels To both I doe bequeath diuide them not But vse them equally neuer bewray What vertues are in them for if you doe Much shame much griefe much daunger followes you Peruse this booke farwell behold in me The rotten strength of proud mortalitie Dyes Ampe. His soule is wandring to the Elizium shades Andel. The flowre that 's fresh at noone at Sun-set fades Brother close you downe his eyes because you were his eldest and with them close vp your teares whilst I as all yonger brothers doe shift for my selfe let vs mourne because hee s dead but mourne the lesse because he cannot reuiue the honour we can doe him is to burie him royally le ts about it then for I le not melt my selfe to death with scalding sighes nor drop my soule out at mine eyes were my father an Emperour Amp. Hence hence thou
Are you appointed by the king to this Montr. No no rise spurne him vp know you who 's this Andel. My brother Ampedo Alas what fate Hath made thy vertues so infortunate Amp. Thy ryot and the wrong of these two Lords Who causelesse thus do starue me in this prison Longa. Striue not y' are best villaines lift in his legs Andel. Traitors to honor what doe you intend Longa. That ryot shall in wretchednesse haue end Question thy brother with what cost hée s fed And so assure thou shalt be banquetted Exeunt they two Amp. In want in miserie in woe and care Poore Ampedo his fill hath surfeted My want is famine bolts my miserie My care and woe should be thy portion Andel. Giue me that portion for I haue a heart Shall spend it fréely and make bankrowt The proudest woe that euer wet mans eye Care with a mischiefe wherefore should I care Haue I rid side by side by mightie kings Yet be thus bridled now I le teare these fetters Murder crie murder Ampedo alowd To beare this scorne our Fortunes are too proud Amp. O folly thou hast powre to make flesh glad When the rich soule in wretchednesse is clad Ande. Peace foole am not I Fortunes minion These bands are but one wrincle of her frowne This is her Euening maske her next mornes eye Shall ouer-shine the Sunne in maiestie Amp. But this sad night will make an end of me Brother farwell griefe famine sorrow want Haue made an end of wretched Ampedo Andel. Where is the wishing Hat Amp. Consum'd in fire Ande. Accursed be those hands that did destroy it That would redéeme vs did we now enioy it Amp. Wanton farwel I faint deaths frozen hand Congeales lifes little Riuer in my brest No man before his end is truely blest Dyes Andel. O miserable miserable soule Thus a foule life makes death to looke more foule Enter Longauyle and Montrosse with a halter Longa. Thus shall this golden purse diuided be One day for you another day for me Montr. Of daies anon say what determine you Shall they haue libertie or shall they die Long. Die sure and sée I thinke the elder 's dead And. I murderers he is dead O sacred wisdome Had Fortunatus béene enamored Of thy celestiall beautie his two sonnes Had shind like two bright Sunnes Longa. Pul hard Montrosse Andel. Come you to strangle me are you the hangman Hell-hounds y' are dam'd for this impietie Fortune forgiue me I deserue thy hate My selfe haue made myselfe a reprobate Uertue forgiue me for I haue transgrest Against thy lawes my vowes are quite forgot And therefore shame is falne to my sinnes lot Riches and knowledge are two gifts diuine They that abuse them both as I haue done To shame to beggerie to hell must runne O conscience hold thy sting cease to afflict me Be quicke tormentors I desire to die No death is equall to my miserie Cyprus vaine world and Uanitie farwell Who builds his heauen on earth is sure of hell Lon. He 's dead in some déepe vault le ts throw their bodies Montr. First let vs sée the purse Lord Longauyle Longa. Here t is by this wée le fill this towre with gold Montr. Frenchman this purse is counterfeit Longa. Thou lyest Scot thou hast cozend me giue me the right Els shall thy bosome be my weapons graue Montr. Villaine thou shalt not rob me of my due They fight Enter Athelstane Agripyna Orleans Galloway Cornewall Chester Lincolne and Shaddow with weapons at one dore Fortune Vice and their attendants at another dore All Lay hands vpon the murderers strike them downe Fortune Surrender vp this purse for this is mine All I le these two diuels of some powers diuine Shad. O see sée O my two masters poore Shaddowes substances what shall I doe whose body shall Shaddow now follow Fort. Peace Ideot thou shalt find rich heapes of fooles That will be proud to entertaine a Shaddow I charme thy babling lips from troubling me You need not hold them sée I smite them downe Lower then hell base soules sincke to your heauen Vice I doe arrest you both my prisoners Fort. Stand not amazde you gods of earth at this Shée that arresteth these two fooles is Uice They haue broke Vertues laws Vice is her serfeant Her Iayler and her executioner Looke on those Cypriots Fortunatus sonnes They and their Father were my minions My name is Fortune All O dread deitie Fort. Knéele not to me if Fortune list to frowne You néed not fal downe for shae le spurne you downe Arise but fooles on you I le triumph thus What haue gaind by being couetous This prodigall purse did Fortunes bounteous hand Bestow on them their ryots made them poore And set those markes of miserable death On all their pride the famine of base gold Hath made your soules to murders hands be sold Onely to be cald rich But Ideots sée The vertues to be fled Fortune hath causd it so Those that will all deuowre must all forgoe Athelst. Most sacred Goddesse Fortune Peace you flatterer Thy tongue but heapes more vengeance on thy head Fortune is angrie with thée in thée burnes A greedie couetous fire in Agripyne Pride like a Monarch reuels and those sinnes Haue lead you blind-fold to your former shames But Vertue pardond you and so doth Fortune Athelst. Agrip. All thankes to both your sacred deities Fort. As for these Mettall-eaters these base thieues Who rather then they would be counted poore Will dig through hell for gold you were forgiuen By Vertues generall pardon her broad seale Gaue you your liues when shée tooke off your hornes Yet hauing scarse one foote out of the Iayle You tempt damnation by more desperate meanes You both are mortall and your paines shall ring Through both your eares to terrifie your soules As please the Iudgement of this mortall king Athelst. Faire Empresse of the world since you resigne Your power to me this sentence shall be mine Thou shalt be torturd on a whéele to death Thou with wild horses shalt be quartered Vice Ha ha weake Iudge weake iudgement I reuerse That sentence for they are my prisoners Embalme the bodies of those Cypriots And honour them with princely buriall For those doe as you please but for these two I kisse you both I loue you y' are my minions Untie their hands Uice doth repriue you both I set you frée Both Thankes gracious deitie Vice Be gon but you in libertie shall find More bondage then in chaines fooles get you hence Both wander with tormented conscience Longa. O horrid Iudgement that 's the hell in déede Mon. Come come our death ne're ends if conscience bléede Both O miserable miserable men Exeunt Fortune Fortune triumphes at this yet to appeare All like my selfe that which from those I tooke King Athelstane I will bestow on thée And in it the old vertue I infuse But king take héede how thou my gifts doest vse England shall ne're be poore it
ha 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 and 10 good iust ten Its gold sure it s so heauie trie againe 1 2 c. Good againe iust ten and iust ten Ha ha ha this is rare a leather mint admirable an Indian mine in a Lambs skinne miraculous I le fill thré or fowre bagges full for my sonnes but kéepe this for my selfe If that leane tawnie face Tobacconist death that turnes all into smoke must turne me so quickly into ashes yet I will not mourne in ashes but in Musicke hey old lad be merie Here 's riches wisdome strength health beautie long life If I die not quickly swéete purse I kisse thée Fortune I adore thée Care I despise thée death I defie thée Enter Ampedo Shaddow after him both sad Andolocia after them Andelo. S'hart why how now two knights of the post Shad. I master and wee are both forsworne as all such woodden knights be for we both tooke an oath mary it was not corporall you may sée by our chéekes that we would not fast twentie fowre houres to amend and we haue tasted no meate since the clocke told two dozen Andel. That lackes not much of twentie fowre but I wonder when that halfe faced Moone of thine wil be at the ful Sha. The next quarter not this whē the signe is in Taurus Andel. Ho that 's to say when thou eat'st bull beefe But Shadow what day is to day Shad. Fasting day Andel. What day was yester-day Shad. Fasting day too Andel. Will tomorrow be so too Shad. I and next day too Andel. That will be rare you slaue For a leane dyet makes a fat wit Shad. I had rather be a foole weare a fat paire of chéekes Andel. Now am I prowder of this pouertie which I know is mine owne then a wayting gentlewoman is of a frizled groatesworth of haire that neuer grewe on her head Sirrha Shadow now we can all thrée sweare like puritans at one bare word this want makes vs like good bowlers we are able to rub out and shift in euery place Shad. That 's not so we haue shifted our selues in no place this thrée moneths marrie we rub out in euery corner but here followes no amendement either of life or of liuerie Andel. Why brother Ampedo art thou not yet tir'd with riding post Come come light from this logger-headed Iade and walke a foote and talke with your poore friends Shad. Nay by my troth he is like me if his belly be emptie his heart is full Andelo. The famine of Gold gnawes his couetous stomacke more then the want of good victuals Thou hast lookt very deuilishly euer since the good Angel left thée come come leaue this broad brim fashions because the world frownes vpon thée wilt not thou smile vpon vs Ampe. Did but the bitternes of mine owne fortunes Infect my taste I could paint ore my chéekes With ruddy-coloured smiles t is not the want Of costly dyet or desire of gold Inforce this rupture in my wounded brest Oh no our Father if he liue doth lie Under the Iron foote of miserie And as a Doue gript in a Faulcons claw There pant'th for life being most assur'd of death Brother for him my soule thus languisheth Shad. T is not for my old Master that I languish Amped. I am not enamoured of this painted Idoll This strumpet world for her most beautious lookes Are poysned baits hung vpon golden hookes When fooles doe swim in wealth her Cynthian beames Will wantonly daunce on the siluer streames But when this squinteide age sées vertue poore And by a litle sparke sits shiuering Begging at all relieu'd at no mans doore She miles on her as the Sunne shines on fire To kill that little heate and with her frowne Is proud that she can treade poore vertue downe Therefore her wrinckled brow makes not mine sowre Her gifts are toyes and I deride her power Shad. T is not the crab-trée fac'd world neither that makes mine sowre Andelo. Her gifts toyes wel brother vertue we haue let slip the ripe plucking of those toyes so long that wee florish like Apple trées in September which hauing the falling sicknes beare neither fruit nor leaues Shad. Nay by my troth master none flourish in these withering times but Auncient bearers and trumpettors Andelo. Shaddow when thou prouest a substance then the trée of vertue and honestie and such fruit of heauen shall florish vpon earth Shad. True or when the Sunne shines at midnight or women flie and yet they are light enough Andelo. T was neuer merie world with vs since purses and bags were inuented for now men set lime twigges to catch wealth And gold which ryseth like the sunne out of the East Indies to shine vpon euery one is like a Conte taken napping in a Pursenet and suffers his glistring yellow face deitie to be lapt vp in Lambskins as if the innocencie of those leather prisons should dispence with the Cheuerill consciences of the Iron harted Iaylers Shad. Snudges may well be called Iaylers for if a poore wretch steale but into a debt of tenne pound they leade him straight to execution Andel. Doth it not vex thée Shaddow to stalke vp and downe Cyprus and to méete the out-side of a man lapt all in Damaske his head and beard as white as milke onely with coniuring in the snowie circles of the field Argent and his nose as red as Scarlet onely with kissing the ruddie lippes of Angels and such an Image to weare on his thumbe thrée mens liuings in the shape of a seale King whilst my brother vertue here Shad. And you his brother Uice Andel. Most true my little leane Iniquitie whilst wee thrée if we should starue cannot borrow fiue shillings of him neither in word nor déede does not this vexe thée Shaddow Shad. Not me it vexes me no more to sée such a picture then to sée an Asse laden with riches because I know when hee can beare no longer he must leaue his burthen to some other beast Andel. Art not thou mad to see money on Goldsmithes stalles and none in our purses Shad. It mads not me I thanke the destinies Andel. By my pouertie and that 's but a thréed-bare oath I am more then mad to see silkes and veluets lie crowding together in Mercers shops as in prisons onely for feare of the smell of waxe they cannot abide to see a man made out of waxe for these Satten commodities haue such smooth consciences that thei le haue no man giue his word for them or stand bownd for their comming foorth but vow to lie till they rot in those shop Counters except Monsieur money baile them Shaddow I am out of my little wits to sée this Shad. So is not Shaddow I am out of my wits to sée fat gluttons feede all day long whilst I that am leane fast euery day I am out of my wits to sée our Famagosta fooles turne halfe a shop of wares into a suite of gay apparrell onely to
her selfe is said to veiw thy fall And grieues to sée thée glad to licke vp crommes At the proud féete of that great Scithian swaine Fortunes best minion warlike Tamberlaine Yet must thou in a cage of Iron be drawne In triumph at his héeles and there in griefe Dash out thy braines The third King Oh miserable me Fortune No teares can melt the heart of destinie These haue I rain'd and exalted those These hands haue conquerd Spaine these browes fill vp The golden circle of rich Portugall Uiriat a Monarch now but borne a shepherd This Primislaus a Bohemian king Last day a Carter this Monke Gregorie Now lifted to the Papall dignitie Wretches why gnaw you not your fingers off And teare your tongues out séeing your selues trod downe And this Duch-Botcher wearing Munsters crowne Iohn Leyden borne in Holland poore and base Now rich in Emperie and Fortunes grace As these I haue aduaunc'd so will I thee Six gifts I spend vpon mortalitie Wisedome strength health beautie long life and riches Out of my bountie one of these is thine Choose then which likes thée best Fortunat. Oh most diuine Giue me but leaue to borrow wonders eye To looke amaz'd at thy bright maiestie Wisedome strength health beautie long life and riches Fortune Before thy soule at this déepe Lotterie Draw foorth her prize ordain'd by destinie Know that here 's no recanting a first choice Choose then discréetly for the lawes of Fate Being grauen in stéele must stand inuiolate Fortunat. Daughters of Ioue and the vnblemisht night Most righteous Parce guide my Genius right Wisedome strength health beautie long life and riches Fortune Staie Fortunatus once more heare me speake If thou kisse wisedomes chéeke and make her thine Shée le breath into thy lips diuinitie And thou like Phebus shalt speake Oracle Thy heauen-inspired soule on wisedomes vvings Shall flie vp to the Parliament of Ioue And read the Statutes of eternitie And sée what 's past and learne what is to come If thou lay claime to strength Armies shall quake To see thée frowne as Kings at mine doe lie So shall thy féete trample on Emperie Make Health thine obiect thou shalt be strong proofe Gainst the deepe searching darts of surfetting Be euer merrie euer reuelling Wish but for beautie and within thine eyes Two naked Cupids amorously shall swim And on thy chéekes I le mixe such white and red That Ioue shall turne away young Ganimede And with immortall armes shall circle thée Are thy desires long life thy vitall thread Shal be stretcht out thou shalt behold the chaunge Of Monarchies and sée those children die Whose great great Graundsires now in cradles lie If through Golds sacred hunger thou dost pine Those gilded wantons which in swarmes doe runne To warme their slender bodies in the sunne Shall stand for number of those golden piles Which in rich pride shall swell before thy féete As those are so shall these be infinite Awaken then thy soules best faculties And gladly kisse this bounteous hand of Fate Which striues to blesse thy name of Fortunate The Kings Old man take héede her smiles wil murder thée Th' other Old man shée le crowne thée with felicitie Fort. Oh whither am I wrap't beyond my selfe More violent conflicts fight in e'rie thought Than his whose fatall choice Troyes downfall wrought Shall I contract my selfe to wisedomes loue Then I lose riches And a wiseman poore Is like a sacred booke that 's neuer read To himselfe he liues and to all els séemes dead This age thinks better of a gilded foole Then of a thréed bare Saint in wisedomes schoole I will be strong then I refuse long life And though mine arme should conquer twentie worlds There 's a leane fellow beates all conquerours The greatest strength expires with losse of breath The mightiest in one minute stoope to death Then take long life or Health should I doe so I might grow vgly and that tedious Scrole Of Months and yeeres much miserie may enrole Therefore I le beg for beautie yet I will not The fairest chéeke hath oftentimes a soule Leaprous as sinne it selfe then hell more foule The wisedome of this world is Idiotisme Strength a weake réede Health sicknesse enemie And it at length will haue the victorie Beautie is but a painting and long life Is a long iorney in December gon Tedious and full of tribulation Therefore dread sacred Empresse make me rich Kneele downe My choice is store of gold the rich are wise He that vpon his barke rich garments weares Is wise though on his head grow Midas eares Gold is the strength the sinnewes of the world The Health the soule the beautie most diuine A maske of Gold hides all deformities Gold is heauens phisicke lifes restoratiue Oh therefore make me rich Not as the wretch That onely serues leane banquets to his eye Has Gold yet starues is famisht in his store No let me euer spend be neuer poore Fortune Thy latest words confine thy destinie Thou shalt spend euer and be neuer poore For proofe receiue this purse with it this vertue Still when thou thrusts thy hand into the same Thou shalt draw foorth ten pieces of bright gold Currant in any Realme where then thou breathest If thou can'st dribble out the Sea by drops Then shalt thou want but that can nere be don Nor this grow emptie Fortunat. Thankes great deitie Fortune The vertue ends when thou and thy sonnes end This path leades thée to Cyprus get thée hence Farewel vaine couetous foole thou wilt repent That for the loue of drosse thou hast despised Wisedomes diuine embrace she would hane borne thée On the rich wings of immortalitie But now goe dwell with cares and quickly die The Kings We dwell with cares yet cannot quickly die Exeunt all singing manet Fortunatus Fortunat. But now goe dwell with cares and quickly die How quickly if I die to morrow I le be merrie to day if next day I le be merrie to morrow goe dwell with cares Where dwels care Hum ha in what house dwels care that I may choose an honester neighbor In princes courts No among faire Ladies neither there 's no care dwels with them but care how to be most gallant Among gallants thē Fie fie no care is afraid sure of a guilt Rapier the sent of Muske is her prison Tobacco choakes her rich attire presseth her to death Princes faire Ladies and gallants haue amongst you then for this weteide wench Care dwelles with wretches they are wretches that féele want I shall féele none if I be neuer poore therefore care I casheire you my companie I wonder what blinde Gossip this minx is that is so prodigall she should be a good one by her open dealing her name's Fortune It s no matter what she is so she does as she saies Thou shalt spend euer and bee neuer poore Masse yet I féele nothing here to make mee rich here 's no swéete Musicke with her siluer sound Trie déeper ho God be here Ha
if I am not hungrie Andel. Because I le saue this gold sirra Shaddowe wée le féede our selues with Paradoxes Shad. Oh rare what meat 's that Andel. Meate you gull t is no meate a dish of Paradoxes is a feast of straunge opinion t is an ordinarie that our greatest gallants haunt nowadaies because they would be held for Statesmen Shad. I shall neuer fil my belly with opinions And. In despite of sway-bellies gluttons swéet mouth'd Epicures I le haue thée maintaine a Paradox in commendations of hunger Shad. I shall neuer haue the stomacke to doo 't And. Séest thou this Crusado do it turne this into a feast Shad. Couetousnesse and lecherie are two diuels they 'le tempt a man to wade through déepe matters I le doo 't though good cheare cōspire my death for speaking treason against her Andel. Fall to it then with a full mouth Shad. Oh famine inspire me with thy miserable reasons I begin master Amp. O miserable inuocation Andel. Silence Shad. There 's no man but loues one o l these thrée-beastes a Horse a Hound or a Whore the Horse by his goodwill has his head euer in the maunger the Whore with your ill will has her hand euer in your purse and a hungrie Dogge eates durtie puddings Andel. This is profound forward the conclusion of this now Shad. The conclusion is plaine For since all men loue one of these thrée monsters being such terrible eaters therefore all men loue hunger Amp. A very leane argument Shad. I can make it no fatter Andel. Procéede good Shaddow this fats me Shad. Hunger is made of Gun-powder Andel. Giue fire to that opinion Shad. Stand by lest it blow you vp hunger is made of Gun-powder or Gun-powder of hunger for they both eate through stone walles hunger is a grindstone it sharpens wit hunger is fuller of loue then Cupid for it makes a man eate himselfe hunger was the first that euer open'd a Cookes shop Cookes the first that euer made sawce sawce being lickerish lickes vp good meate good meate preserues life Hunger therefore preserues life Amp. By my consent thou shouldst still liue by hunger Shad. Not so hunger makes no man mortall hunger is an excellent Physition for hee dares kill any body hunger is one of the seuen liberall sciences Andel. O learned Which of the seuen Shad. Musicke for shée le make a man leape at a crust but as few care for her sixe sisters so none loue to daunce after her pipe Hunger master is hungrie and couetous therefore the Crusado Andel. But hast thou no sharper reasons then this Shad. Yes one the dagger in Cyprus had neuer stabd out such sixe penie pipes but for hunger And. Why you dolt these pies are but in their minority Shad. My belly and my purse haue beene twentie times at daggers drawing with parting the little vrchins Enter Fortunatus Ampe. Peace Idiot peace my Father is return'd Fort. Touch mee not boyes I am nothing but ayre let none speake to me till you haue markt me well Shad. Now speake your mind Amp. Uillaine why hast thou chalkt my Fathers backe Shad. Onely to marke him to trie what colour aire is of Fort. Regard him not Ampedo Andelocia Shaddowe view me am I as you are or am I transform'd And. I thought trauel would turne my father mad man or foole Amp. How should you be transform'd I see no chaunge Shad. If your wits be not planet strucken if your braines lie in their right place you are well inough for your body is little mended by you fetching fegaries Andel. Mee thinkes father you looke as you did onely your face is more withered Fort. That 's not my fault age is like loue it cannot be hid Shad. Or like Gun-powder a fire or like a foole or like a young no uice new come to his lands for all these will shew of what hause they come now sir you may amplifie Fort. Shaddow turne thy tongue to a shaddow be silent Boyes be proud your Father hath the whole world in this compasse I am all felicitie vp to the brummes In a minute am I come from Babylon I haue béene this halfe howre in Famagosta And. How in a minute father Ha ha I sée trauellers must lie Shad. T is their destinie the Fates doe so conspire Fort. I haue cut through the ayre like a Falcon I would haue it séeme straunge to you Shad. So it does Sir Fort. But t is true I would not haue you belieue it neither Shad. No more we doe not Sir Fort. But t is miraculous true desire to sée you brought me to Cyprus I le leaue you more Gold and goe visite more Countries Sha. Leaue vs gold inough and wée le make all Countries come visit vs Amp. The frostie hand of age now nips your bloud And strowes her snowie flowers vpon your head And giue you warning that within few yeeres Death néedes must marrie you those short lines minutes That dribble out your life must néedes be spent In peace not trauell rest in Cyprus then Could you suruaie ten worlds yet you must die And bitter is the swéete that 's reapt thereby And. Faith father what pleasure haue you met by walking your stations Fort. What pleasure boy I haue reueld with kings daunc'd with Quéenes dallied with Ladies worne straunge attires séene fantasticoes conuerst with humorists béene rauisht with diuine raptures of Dorick Lidian and Phrigian harmonies I haue spent the day in triumphes and the night in banquesting Andel. Oh rare this was heauenly Shad. Me thinkes t' was horrible Andel. He that would not be an Arabian Phenix to burne in these swéete fires let him liue like an Owle for the world to wonder at Amp. Why brother are not all these vanities Fort. Uanities Ampedo thy soule is made of lead too dull too ponderous to mount vp to the incomprehensible glorie that trauell lifts men to Shad. My olde masters soule is Corke and feathers and being so light doth easily mount vp Ande. Swéeten mine eares good father with some more Fort, When in the warmth of mine owne countries armes We yawn'd like sluggards when this small Horizon Imprison'd vp my body then mine eyes Worshipt these clouds as brightest but my boyes The glistring beames which doe abroad appeare In other heauens fire is not halfe so cleare Shad. Why sir are there other heauens in other countries Andel. Peace interrupt him not vpon thy life For. For still in all the Regions I haue séene I scorn'd to crowd among the muddie throng Of the rancke multitude whose thickned breath Like to condensed Fogs doe choake that beautie Which els would dwell in euery kingdomes chéeke No I still boldly stept into their Courts For there to liue t is rare O t is diuine There shall you sée faces Angelicall There shall you see troopes of chast Goddesses Whose star-like eyes haue power might they still shine To make night day and day more christalline Néere these you shall behold great Heroes
purser you I you I st not a shame that a kings daughter a faire Lady a Lady not for Lords but for Monarches should for gold sell her loue and when shée has her owne asking and that there stands nothing betwéene then to cheate your swéete heart O fie fie a shée cony-catcher You must be dealt soundly with Agrip. Inioyne what paines thou wilt I le endure them so thou wilt send me to my fathers court Ande. Nay gods lid y' are not gon so set your heart at rest for I haue set vp my rest that except you can runne swifter then a Hart home you goe not what paines shall I lay vpon you Let me sée I could serue you now but a slipperie touch I could get a young King or two or three of you and then send you home and bid their grand-sire king nurse them I could pepper you but I will not Agrip. O doe not violate my chastitie Andel. No why I tell you I am not giuen to the flesh though I sauor in your nose a little of the diuell I could run away else and starue you here Agrip. If I must die doome me some easier death Andel. Or transforme you because you loue picking into a Squirell and make you picke out a poore liuing here among the Nut trees but I will not neither Agrip. What will my gentle Andelocia doe Andel. Oh now you come to your old byas of cogging Agrip. I pray thée Andelocia let me goe Send me to England and by heauen I sweare Thou from all kings on earth my loue shalt beare And. Shal I in faith Agrip. In faith in faith thou shalt Andel. Here god a mercie now thou shalt not goe Agrip. Oh God Andel. Nay doe you heare Lady crie not y' are best no nor curse me not if you thinke but a crabbed thought of me the spirit that caried you in mine armes through the ayre will tell me all therefore set your Sunday face vpon t Since you 'le loue me I le loue you I le marrie you and lie with you and beget little Iuglers marie home you get not England you 'le say is yours but Agripyne loue me and I will make the whole world thine Agrip. I care not for the world thou murdrest me Betwéene my sorrow and the scalding Sunne I faint and quickly will my life be done My mouth is like a Furnace and drie heate Drinks vp my bloud Oh God my heart will burst I die vnlesse some moysture quench my thirst Andel. S'hart now I am worse then ere I was before For halfe the world I would not haue her die Here 's neither spring nor ditch nor raine nor dew Nor bread nor drinke my louely Agripyne Be comforted sée here are Apple trées Agrip. Clime vp for Gods sake reach me some of them Andel. Looke vp which of these Apples likes thée best Agrip. This hath a withered face t is some swéete fruit Not that my sorrowes are too sowre already Andel. Come hither here are Apples like gold Agrip. O I for Gods sake gather some of these Ay me would God I were at home againe Climes vp Andel. Stand farder least I chance to fall on thée Oh here be rare Apples rare red-cheekt Apples that cry come kisse me Apples hold your peace I le teach you to cry Eates one Agrip. O England shal I ne're behold thée more Andel. Agripyna t is a most Sugred delicious tast in ones mouth but when t is downe t is as bitter as gall Agrip. Yet gather some of them Oh that a Princesse Should pine for foode were I at home againe I should disdaine to stand thus and complaine And. Here 's one Apple that growes highest Agripyna I could reach that I le come downe Hee stands fishing with his girdle for it Agrip. Make hast for the hot Sun doth scald my chéekes Andel. The sunne kisse thée hold catch put on my Hat I will haue yonder highest Apple though I die for 't Agrip. I had not wont be Sun-burnt wretched mée O England would I were againe in thée Exit He leapes downe And. Swounds Agripyna stay O I am vndone Swéete Agripyna if thou hearst my voice Take pittie of me and returne againe Shée flies like lightning O she heares me not I wish my selfe into a wildernesse And now I shall turne wilde here I shall famish Here die here cursing dye here rauing die And thus will wound my brest and rent mine hayre What hils of Flint are growne vpon my browes O me two forked hornes I am turn'd beast I haue abuzde two blessings welth and knowledge Wealth in my purse and knowledge in my Hat By which being borne into the Courts of kings I might haue séene the wondrous workes of Ioue Acquirde Experience Learning Wisedome Truth But I in wildernesse tottred out my youth And therefore must turne wild must be a beast An vgly beast my body hornes must beare Because my foule deformitie doth weare Liues none within this wood If none but I Liue here thankes heauen for here none els shal die He lies downe and sleepes vnder the tree Enter Fortune Vice Vertue the Priest Satyres with Musicke playing as they come in before Fortune They play awhile Fortune Sée where my new-turnd diuel has built his hel Vice Uertue who conquers now the foole is tane Vert. O sléepie sinne Musicke awhile and then cease Vice Swéete tunes wake him againe Fort. Uice sets too heauie on his drowzy soule Musicke swéete concord cannot pierce his eare Sing and amongst your Songs mix bitter scorne Vert. Those that teare Uertue must by Uice be torne The Song Uertue stand aside the foole is caught 1. Verse Laugh to sée him laugh alowd to wake him Follies nets are wide and neately wrought Mocke his hornes and laugh to sée Uice take him Quire Ha ha ha ha ha laugh laugh in scorne Andel. wakens stands vp Who 's that foole the foole he wears a horne Uertue stād aside mock him mock him mock him 2. Verse Laugh alowd to sée him call him foole Error gaue him sucke now sorrowes rocke him Send the riotous beast to madnes schoole Quire Ha ha ha ha ha laugh laugh in scorne Who 's the foole the foole he weares a horne Uertue stand aside your schoole hee hates 3. Verse Laugh alowd to sée him mocke mocke mock him Uanitie and hell kéepe open gates Hée s in and a newe nurse Despaire must rocke him Quire Ha ha ha ha ha laugh laugh in scorne Foole foole foole foole foole weare still the horne When they haue done singing Vice and Vertue hold Apples out to him Vice laughing Vertue grieuing Andel. O me what hell is this fiends tempt me not Thou glorious diuell hence Oh now I sée This fruit is thine thou hast deformed mée Ideot auoide thy gifts I loath to tast Away since I am entred madnes Schoole As good to be a beast as be a foole Away why tempt you me some powrefull grace Come and redéeme me
shall be mine Cornw. This way my Leige I le ride Athelst. And this way I No matter which way to séeke miserie Exit Athelst. Longa. I can ride no way to out-runne my shame Montr. Yes Longauile le ts gallop after too Doubtlesse this Doctor was that Irish diuell That cozend vs the medicine which he gaue vs Tasted like his Damasco villanie To horse to horse if we can catch this fiend Our forked shame shall in his heart bloud end Longa. O how this mads me that all tongues in scorne Which way so ere I ryde cry Ware the horne Exeunt Enter Andelocia with Agripyne Ampedo and Shaddow Agrip. O gentle Andelocia pittie me Take off this infamie or take my life Andel. Your life you thinke then that I am a true Doctor indéede that tie vp my lining in the knots of winding shéetes your life no kéepe your life but deliuer your purse you know the theifes salutation Stand deliuer So this is mine and these yours I le teach you to liue by the sweate of other mens browes Shad. And to striue to be fairer then God made her Andel. Right Shaddow therefore vanish you haue made me turne Iugler and crie hey-passe but your hornes shall not repasse Agrip. O gentle Andelocia And. Andelocia is a Nettle if you touch him gently hée le sting you Shad. Or a rose if you pul his swéete stalke hée le prick you Andel. Therefore not a word goe trudge to your Father sigh not for your purse money may be got by you as well as by the little Welsh woman in Cyprus that had but one horne in her head you haue two and perhaps you shall cast both as you vse me marke those words well as you vse me nay y' are best flie I le not endure one word more Yet stay too because you intreate me so gently and that I le make some amends to your Father although I care not for any King in Christendome yet hold you take this Apple eate it as you goe to court and your hornes shall play the cowards and fall from you Agrip. O gentle Andelocia And. Nay away not a word Shad. Ha ha ha c. Ware hornes Exit Agrip. weeping Andel. Why doest thou laugh Shaddow Shad. To see what a horne plague followes coueteousnesse and pride Amp. Brother what misteries lie in all this Andel. Trickes Ampedo trickes deuises and mad Herogliphickes mirth mirth and melody O there 's more musicke in this then all the Gammoth ares and Sol fa Res in the world here 's the purse and here 's the Hat because you shal be sure I le not start weare you this you know his vertue if danger beset you flie away A sort of broken-shind limping legd Iades runne hobling to séeke vs Shaddow wée le for all this haue one fit of mirth more to make vs laugh and be fat Shad. And when we are fat master wée le doe as all gluttons doe laugh and lie downe Andel. Hie thée to my chamber make ready my richest attire I le to Court presently Shad. I le goe to Court in this attire for apparell is but the shaddow of a man but shaddow is the substance of his apparell Exit Shaddow Andel. Away away and méete me presently Amp. I had more néede to crie away to thée Away away with this wilde lunacie Away with ryots Andel. Away with your puritie brother y' are an Asse why doth this purse spit out gold but to be spent why liues a man in this world to dwell in the Suburbs of it as you doe Away forren simplicitie away are not eyes made to sée faire Ladies hearts to loue them tongues to court them hands to féele them Out you Stocke you stone you logs end Are not legs made to daunce and shall mine limp vp and downe the world after your cloth-stockin-héeles you haue the Hat keepe it anon I le visit your vertuous countenance againe adew pleasure is my swéete mistris I weare her loue in my Hat and her soule in my heart I haue sworne to bee merry and in spite of Fortune and the blacke-browd destinies I le neuer be sad Exit Amped. Goe foole in spite of mirth thou shalt be sad I le burie halfe thy pleasures in a graue Of hungrie flames this fire I did ordaine To burne both purse and Hat as this doth perish So shall the other count what good and bad They both haue wrought the good is to the ill As a small Pible to a mightie hill Thy glorie and thy mischiefes here shall burne Good gifts abuzde to mans confusion turne Enter Longauile and Montrosse with Souldiers Longa. This is his brother Souldiers bind his armes Montr. Bind armes and legs and hale the fiend a way Amp. Unciuill wherefore must I taste your spite Longa. Art thou not one of Fortunatus sonnes Amped. I am but he did neuer doe you wrong Longa. The diuell thy brother has villaine looke here Montr. Where is the beautious purse and wishing Hat Amped. My brother Andelocia has the purse This way hee le come anon to passe to court Alas that sinne should make mens hearts so bold To kill their soules for the base thirst of gold The wishing Hat is burnt Montr. Burnt Souldiers bind him Tortures shall wring both hat and purse from you Uillaine I le be reueng'd for that base scorne Thy hell-hound brother clapt vpon my head Longa. Aud so will Longauyle Away with him Montr. Drag him to yonder towre there shackle him And in a paire of Stockes locke vp his héeles And bid your wishing Cap deliuer you Giue vs the purse and Hat wée le set thée frée Els rot to death and starue Amp. Oh tyranny you néed not scorne the badge which you did beare Beasts would you be though hornes you did not weare Montr. Drag hence the cur come noble Longauyle One's sure and were the other fiend as fast Their pride should cost their liues their purse and Hat Shall be both ours wée le share them equally Longa. That will be some amends for arming me Enter Andelocia and Shaddow after him Montr. Peace Longauyle yonder the gallant comes Longa. Y' are well encountred Andel. Thankes Lord Longauyle Longa. The king expects your presence at the court Andel. And thither am I going Shad. Pips fine fine apples of Tamasco ha ha ha Montr. Wert thou that Irishman that cozend vs Shad. Pips fine ha ha ha no not I not Shaddow Andel. Were not your Apples delicate and rare Longa. The worst that ere you sold Sirs bind him fast Andel. What wil you murder me helpe help some helpe Shad. Helpe helpe helpe Exit Shaddow Montr. Follow that Dog and stop his balling throate Andel. Uillaines what meanes this barbarous trechery Longa. We meane to be reueng'd for our disgrace Montr. And stop the golden current of thy wast Andel. Murder they murder me O call for helpe Long. Thy voice is spent in vaine come come this purse This wel-spring of your prodigalitie Andel.