those amorous ioyes Those sweetes of life those comfortes euen in death Spring from a cause aboue our reasones reach If that cleere flame deduce his heate from heauen T is like his cause 's eternall alwaies one As is th' instiller of deuinest loue Vnchangd by time immortall mauger death But O t is growne a figment loue a iest A commick Poesie the soule of man is rotten Euen to the core no sound affection Our loue is hollow vaulted stands on proppes Of circumstance profit or ambitious hopes The other tissue Gowne or Chaine of pearle Makes my coy minx to nussell twixt the breastes Of her lull'd husband tother Carkanet Deflowres that Ladies bed one hundred more Marries that loath'd blowze one ten pound oddes In promis'd ioynture makes the hard palm'd sire Inforce his daughters tender lippes to start At the sharpe touch of some loath'd stubbed beard The first pure time the golden age is fled Heauen knowes I lie t is now the age of gold For it all marreth and euen virtues sold Slip. Master will you trust me and I le Alba Yes boy I le trust thee babes fooles I le trust But seruants faith wiues loue or femalls lust A vsurer and the diuill sooner Now were I dead Me thinkes I see a huff-cap swaggering sir Pawning my plate my iewells morgage Nay Selling out right the purchace of my browes Whilst my poore fatherlesse leane totterd sonne My gentries reliques my houses onely prop Is saw'd a sunder lyes forlorne all bleake Vnto the griefes of sharpe Necessities Whilst his father in law his father in Diuell or d d d d Diuill f f f father Or who who who who What you will When is the marriage morne Slip. Euen next rising sonne Alba. Good good good go to my brother Adrian Tell him I le lurck stay tell him I le lurck stay Now is Albanos marriage bed new hung With fresh rich Curtaines now are my valence vp Imbost with orient Pearle my Gransires gift Now are the Lawne sheetes fum'd with Vyolets To fresh the pawld lasciuious appetite Now worke the Cookes the pastry sweates with slaues The March-panes glitter now now the musitions Houer with nimble stickes ore squeaking crowds Ticling the dryed guttes of a Mewing Catt The Taylors Starchers Semsters Butchers Pulterors Mercers all all all now now now none thinke a mee the f f f French is te f f f fine man de p p p pock man de Slip. Peace peace stand conceald yonder by all discriptions is he would be husband of my Mistresse your wife hah meate hah Alba. Vds so so so soule that 's my veluet cloake Slip. O peace obserue him hah Enter Lauerdure and Bidett talking Quadratus Lampatho Simplicius Pedante and Holiternes Pippo Bidet. 'T is most true Sir I heard all I saw all I tell all and I hope you beleeue all the sweete Francisco Soranza the Perfumer is by your riuall Iacomo and your two brothers that must be when you haue married your wife that shall be Peda. With the grace of Heauen Bidett Disguis'd so like the drownd Albano to crosse your sute that by my little honesty 't was great consolation to mee to obserue them passion of ioy of hope O excellent cri'd Andrea passingly cri'd Randolfo vnparraleld lispes Iacomo good good good sayes Andrea now stut sayes Iacomo now stut sayes Randolfo whilst the rauisht Perfumer had like to haue waterd the seames of his breeches for extreame pride of their applause Lau. Sest I le to Celia and mauger the nose of her friends wedde her bedde her my first sonne shall bee a Captaine and his name shall bee what it please his God-fathers the second if hee haue a face bad inough a Lawyer the third a Marchant and the fourth if he bee maimd dull braind or hard shapt a scholler for that 's your fashion Qua. Get them get them man first now by the wantonnesse of the night and I were a wench I would not ha-thee wert thou an heire nay which is more a foole Lau. Why I can rise high a straight legge a plumpe thigh a full vaine a round cheeke and when it pleaseth the firtility of my chinne to be deliuered of a beard 't will not wrong my kissing for my lippes are rebels and stand out Qua. Ho but ther 's an old fustie Prouerbe these great talkers are neuer good dooers Lam. Why what a babell arrogance is this Men will put by the very stock of fate They le thwart the destiny of marriage Striue to disturbe the sway of prouidence Thei le do it Qua. Come you le be snarling now Lam As if we had free-will in supernaturall Effects and that our loue or hate Depended not on causes boue the reach Of humaine stature Qua. I thinke I shall not lend you forty shillings now Lam. Durt vpon durt feare is beneath my shooe Dreadlesse of rackes strappados or the sword Mauger Informer and slie intelligence I le stand as confident as Hercules And with a frightlesse resolution Rip vp and launce our times impieties Sim. Vds so peace Lam. Open a bounteous eare for I le be free Ample as Heauen giue my speech more roome Let me vnbrace my breasts strip vp my sleeues Stand like an executioner to vice To strike his head off with the keener edge Of my sharpe spirit Lau. Roome and good licence come on when when Lam. Now is my fury mounted fix your eyes Intend your sences bend your listning vp For I le make greatnesse quake I le tawe the hide Of thick-skind Hugenes Lau. T is most gratious wee le obserue thee calmely Qua. Hang on thy toungs end come on pree-thee doe Lam. I le see you hang'd first I thanke you Sir I le none This is the straine that chokes the theaters That makes them crack with full stufft audience This is your humor onely in request Forsooth to raile this brings your eares to bed This people gape for for this some doe stare This some would heare to crack the Authors neck This admiration and applause persues Who cannot raile my humors chang'd 't is cleare Pardon I le none I prise my ioynts more deare Bidet. Maister Maister I ha discri'd the Perfumer in Albanos disguise looke you looke you rare sport rare sport Alba. I can containe my impatience no longer you Mounsieur Cauelere Saint Dennis you Caprichious Sir Sinior Caranto French braule you that must marry Celia Galanto is Albano drown'd now goe wander auant Knight errant Celia shall bee no Cuck-queane my heire no begger my plate no pawne my land no morgage my wealth no food for thy luxuries my house no harbour for thy Comrades my bedde no bootye for thy lustes my any thing shall bee thy nothing goe hence packe packe auant caper caper aloun aloun passe by passe by cloake your nose away vanish wander depart slink by away Lau. Harke you perfumer tell Iacomo Randulfo and Adrean 't will not do looke you say no more but 't will not doe Alba. What perfumer what
the age Well heer 's my Schollers course first get a Schoole And then a ten-pound Cure keepe both then buy Stay marry I marry then a farme or so Serue God and Mammon to the Diuill goe Affect some sect I 't is the sect is it So thou canst seeme 't is held the pretious wit And O if thou canst get some higher seate Where thou maist sell your holy portion Which charitable prouidence ordained In sacred bountie for a blessed vse Alien the gleabe intaile it to thy loines Intombe it in thy graue Past resurrection to his natiue vse Now if there be a hell and such swine sau'd Heauen take all that 's all my hopes haue crau'd Enter Pippo Pip. My Simplicias Maister Lam. Your Maister Simplicius Pip. Has come to you to sent Lam. Has sent to me to come Pip. Ha ha has bought me a fine dagger and a Hatte and a Feather I can say As in presenti now Company of Boyes within Quadratus Quadratus away away Lam. We come sweet gallants and grumbling hate lye stil And turne Phantastique he that climbes a hill Must wheele about the ladder to account Is slie dissemblance he that meanes to mount Must lye all leuell in the prospectiue Of eager sighted greatnesse thou wouldst thriue The Venice state is young loose and vnknit Can rellish naught but lushious vanities Goe fit his tooth O glauering flatterie How potent art thou front looke briske and sleeke That such base durt as you should dare to reeke In Princes nostrils Well my sceane is long All within Quadratus Qua. I come hotte blouds those that their state would swell Must beare a counter-face the diuell and hell Confound them all that 's all my prayers exact So ends our chat sound Musick for the Act Exeunt ACT. 3. SCAE. 1. Enter Francisco halfe drest in his black doublet and round cap the the rest riche Iacomo bearing his hatte and feather Adrean his doublet and band Randolfo his cloake and staffe they cloath Francisco whilst Bydet creepes in and obserues them Much of of this done whilst the Acte is playing Fran. For God-sake remember to take speciall markes of me or you will nere be able to know me Adri. Why man Fra. Why good faith I scarce know my selfe already me thinks I should remember to forget my selfe now I am so shining braue Indeed Francisco was alwayes a sweete youth for I am a Perfumer but thus braue I am an alien to it would you make mee like the drownd Albano must I bear 't mainly vp must I bee hee Ran. What els man O what else Iaco. I warrant you giue him but faire riche cloathes Hee can bee tane reputed any thing Apparail 's growne a God and goes more neate Makes men of ragges which straight he beares aloft Like patcht vp scar-Crowes to affright the rout Of the Idolatrous vulgar that worship Images Stand aw'd and bare-skalp't at the glosse of silkes Which like the glorious Aiax of Lincolnes Inne survey with wonder by me when I lay Factor in London lappes vp naught but filth And excrements that beare the shape of men Whose in-side euery day would peck and teare But that vaine skar-crow cloathes intreates forbeare Fran, You would haue me take vpon me Albano A valiant gallant Venetian Burgomasco Well my beard my feather short sword and my oth Shall doo 't feare not What I know a number By the sole warrant of a Lapy-beard A raine beate plume and a good chop filling oth With an odde French shrugge and by the Lotd or so Ha leapt into sweete Captaine with such ease As you would fea rt not I le gage my heart I le do 't How sits my Hat ha Iack doth my feather wagge Iaco. Me thinkes now in the common sence of fashion Thou shouldst grow proud and like a fore-horse view None but before-hand gallants as for sides And those that ranke in equall file with thee Studdy a faint salute giue a strange eye But as to those in rere-ward O be blind The world wants eyes it cannot see behind Fran. Where is the strumpet where 's the hot vain'd French Liues not Albano hath Celia so forgot Albanos loue that she must forth-with wed A runne-about a skipping French-man Iaco. Now you must grow in heate and stut Fran. An odde phantasma a beggar a Sir a who who who what you will a straggling go go go gunds f f f f fut Adrian Passing like him passing like him O 't will strike all dead Pan. I am rauished 't will be peerles exquisite Let him go out instantly Iaco. O not till twy-light meane time I le prop vp The tottering Rumor of Albanos skape And safe arriuall it begins to spread If this plot liue Frenchman thy hopes are dead Exeunt Bydet. And if it liue strike of this little head Exit Enter Albano with Slip his Page Alba. Can it be i st possible i st within the bounds of faith O vilany Slip The clapper of Rumor strikes on both sides ringing out the French knight is in firme possessiō of my Misteris your wife Alba. I st possible I should be dead so soone In her affectes how long i st since our shipprack Slip. Faith I haue little arithmatique in me yet I remember the storme made mee cast vp perfectly the whole sum of all I had receiu'd three daies before I was liquord soundly my guts were rinc'd for the heauens I looke as pale euer since as if I had tane the diet this spring Alba. But how long i st since our ship-wrack Slip. Mary since wee were hung by the heeles on the batch of Cycily to make a iayle deliuery of the sea in our mawes t is iust three monthes shall I speake like a Poet Thrice hath the horned mone Alba. Talke not of hornes O Celia how oft When thou hast lay'd thy cheeke vppon my breast And with laciuious petulancy sew'd For Hymeneall dalliance marriage rightes O then how oft with passionate protestes And zealous vowes hast thou oblig'd thy loue In dateles bands vnto Albanos breast Then did I but mention second Marriage With what a bitter hate would she inuaigh Gainst retaild wedlockes O would she lispe If you should die then would she slide a teare And with a wanton languishment in-twist Her hands O God and you should die Marry Could I loue life my deare Albano dead Should any Prince possesse his widdowes bed And now see see I am but rumord drown'd Slip. Shee le make you Prince your worship must be crown'd O master you know the woman is the weaker creature She must haue a prop the maide is the brittle mettell Her head is quickly crackt the wife is queasie stomackt She must be fed with nouelties but then what 's your widdowe Custome is a second nature I say no more but think you the rest Alba. If loue be holy if that mistery Of co-vnited hearts be sacrament If the vnbounded goodnesse haue infus'd A sacred ardor if a mutuall loue Into our Species of