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Amends for ladies VVith the humour of roring. A comedie. As it was acted at the Blacke Fryers, both by the Princes seruants, and the Lady Elizabeths. By Nat. Field.
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Field, Nathan, 1587-1620?
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hart More mortallie than his vnsparing dart Brother Let me speake for the Boy Ing. To what end loue No I will sue to him to follow me Introth I loue thy sweet condition And may liue to informe thy Lady of thee Come in drie drie thine eies respit thy woe The effects of causes crowne or ouerthrow Enter Lo. PROVD Lo. FEESIM WEL-TRI'D Ma. SELDOME WIDD BOVLD pinning in a Ruffe WIFE Proud S'light what should be become of her you sweare she past not forth of dores and i' th house she is not Widd. Did you not see her Princox Proud This same Bawd has brought her letters from some yonger brother and she is stole away Bould Bawd I defie you indeed your Lordship thinkes you may make Bawds of whom you please I 'le take my oath vpon a booke since I met her in the necessarie house i' th morning I ne're set eye on her Grace Shee went not out of dores Proud Sure shee has an inuisible ring Feesi Marrie she 's the honester woman for some of their ring are visible enough the more shame for them still say I let the pond at Islington be search't goe to there 's more haue drown'd themselues for loue this yeare then you are aware of Proud Pish you are a foole Welt. S'hart call him foole againe Feesi. By this light and I will as soone as euer you haue shew'd me the Swaggerers Wife Her clothes are all younder my Lord Grace And euen those same she had on to day Proud Madam where is your Husband Wife Rid into the Countrie Feesi. O' my conscience rid into France with your sister Omnes Away away for shame Feesi. Why I hope she is not the first Ladie that has run away with other womens husbands Welt. It may be shee 's stolne out to see a play Proud Who should goe with her man Wid. Vpon my life you 'll heare on her at Master Ingens house some loue past betwixt them and we heard that he was married to day to another Proud S'hart I le go see Exit Proudly Welt. Come to the Swaggerers Exeunt Feesi Welt. Feesi. Mercy vpon me a man or a Lord now Omnes Heere 's a quoile with a Lord and his sister Wid. Princox hast not thou pin'd in that Ruffe yet ah how thou fumblest Bould Troth Madam I was ne're brought vp to it t' is Chamber-maids work and I haue euer liu'd Gentlewoman And beene vs'd accordingly Exeunt Actus tertius Enter HVSBAND and SVBTLE Subt. SHee 's a rare wife beleeue it Sir were all such Wee neuer should haue false inheritors Husb. Pish friend there is no woman in the world Can hould out in the end If youth shape wit Met in one subiect doe assault her aptlie For fayling once you must not faint but trie Another way the path of womens minds Are crooked and diuerse they haue by-waies To leade you to the Pallace of their pleasures And you must wooe discreetely first obserue The disposition of her you attempt If shee be sprightly and heroicall Possesse her that you are valiant and haue spirit Talke nothing but of beating euery man That is your hinderance though you doe not doe it Or dare not t' is no matter Be shee free And of a liberall soule giue bounteously To all the seruants let your angels flye About the roome although you borrow'd 'em If shee be wittie so must your discourse Get wit what shift so'ere you make for it Though 't cost you all your land and then a song Or two is not amisse although you buy 'em There 's many in the Towne will furnish you Subt. But still I tell you you must vse her roughly Beate her face black and blew take all her cloth's And giue them to some Punke this will be ground For me to worke vpon Husb. All this I haue done I 〈…〉 her now as bare that should I die Her fortune ô my conscience would be To marrie some Tobacco-man shee has nothing But an old black-woorke wastcote which would serue Exceeding wel to fit i' th shop and light Pipes for the lowzie Footmen and sweete friend First heere 's a jewell to present her then Heere is a Sonnet writ against my selfe Which as thine owne thou shalt accost her with Farewell and happie successe attend thee Exit Subt. Ha ha ha he reads Faire'd still wilt thou be true To a man so false to thee Did be lend a Husbands due Thou did'st owe him loyaltie But will curses wants and blowes Breed no change in thy white soule Be not a foole to thy first vowes Since his breach doth thy faith controle No beautie else could be so chast Thinke not thou honour'st women then Since by thy conscience all disgrac't Are rob'd of the deare loues of men Then grant me my desire that vow to proue A reall husband his adulterate loue Tooke euer man more paines to be a Cuckold Oh! monstrous age where men themselues we see Studie and pay for their owne infamie Exit Enter INGEN MAID PROVDLY BROTHER like a woman swords drawen Proud Giue me my sister I le haue her forth thy heart Ing. No earthly Lord can pull her out of that Till he haue pluckt my heart first out my Lord Wer 't not inhospitable I could wrong you heere In mine owne house I am so full of woe For your lost sister that by all my ioyes Hop't for in her my heart weepes teares of bloud A whiter virgine and a worthier Had ne're creation Leda's Swan was black To her virginitie and immaculate thoughts Proud Where hast thou hid her giue her me againe For by the God of vengeance be she lost The female hate shall spring betwixt our names Shall neuer die while one of either house Suruiues our children shall at seuen yeares olde Strike kniues in one another Ing. Let Hell gape And take me quick if I know where she is But am so charg'd with sorrow for her losse Being one cause of it as no doubt I am That I had rather fal vpon my sword Offering to kill himselfe Then breath a minute longer Broth. Oh sir hold Proud Thou shalt not neede I haue a sword to bathe In thy false blood inhumane murderer Maid Good Sir be pacified I 'le goe I 'le run Many a mile to finde your sister out Shee neuer was so desperate of grace By violence to rob her selfe of life And so her soule in danger comfort Sir Shee 's but retir'd somewhere on my life Ing. Preethee let me alone To his Brother Doe I stand to defend that wretched life That is in doubt of hers heere worthy Lord Behold a breast fram'd of thy sisters loue Hew it for thou shalt strike but on a stock Since she is gone that was the cause it liu'd Proud Out false dissembler are not married Ing. No behold it is my yonger brother drest Plucks off his headtir A man no woman that hath guld the world Intended for a happier euent Than this that follow'd that she now is
gone Oh fond experiments of simple man Foole to thy fate since all thy project men't But mirth is now conuerted vnto death Maid Oh doe not burst me joy that modestie aside Would let me show my selfe to finish all Proud Nay then thou hast my sister somewhere villain T' is plaine now thou wilt steale thy marriage Shee is no match for thee assure thy selfe If all the law in England or my friends Can crosse it t' shall not be Ing. Would t' were so well And that I knew the Ladie to be safe Giue me no ill words Sir this Boy and I Will wander like to Pilgrimes till we finde her If you doe loue her as you talke doe so The loue or griefe that is exprest in words Is sleight and easie t' is but shallow woe That makes a noise deep'st waters stillest goe I loue her better then thy parents did Which is beyond a Brother Proud Slaue thou liest Ing. Z'oones about to strike Broth. Kill him Maid Oh hold Sir you dishonour much your brother To counsaile him 'gainst hospitalitie To strike in his owne house Ing. You Lord insolent I will fight with you Take this as a challenge and set your time Proud To morrow morning Ingen T' is that I couet and prouoke thee for Bro. Wil you not strike him now Ing. No my good Boy Is both discreete and just in his aduise Thy glories are to last but for a day Giue me thy hand to morrow morning thou shalt be no Lo Proud To morrow noone thou shalt not be at all Ing. Pish why should you thinke so haue not I armes A soule as bold as yours a sword as true I doe not thinke your Honor in the field Without your Lordships liueries will haue oddes Pr. Farewell and le ts haue no excuses pray Exit Pr. Ing. I warrant you pray say your prayers to night And bring no ink-horne w' ee to set your hand to A satisfactorie recantation Exit Maid Oh wretched Maid whose sword can I pray for But by the others losse I must find death Oh odious brother if he kill my loue Oh bloodie Loue if he should kill my brother Dispaire on both sides of my discontent Tel's me no safetie rests but to preuent Exit Enter WIDDOVV and BOVLD like Princox Wid. What 's a clock Princox Bould Bed-time an 't please you Madame Wild. Come vndresse me would God had made me a man Bould Why Madame Wid. Because I would haue beene in bed as soone as they wee are so long vnpinning and vnlacing Bou. Yet many of vs Madame are quickly vndone sometime but heerein we haue the aduantage of men though they can be a bed sooner than we i'ts a great while when they are a bed e're they can get vp Wid. Indeed if they be well laid Princox one cannot get them vp againe in hast Bould Oh God Madame how meane you that I hope you know ill things taken into a Gentlewomans eares are the quick corrupters of maiden modestie I would be loath to continue in any seruice vnfit for my virgin estate or where the world should take any notice of light behauiour in the Ladie I follow for Madame the maine point of chastitie in a Ladie is to build the rock of a good opinion amongst the people by circumstances and a faire shew she must make Si non caste tamen caste Madame and though wit be a wanton Madame yet I beseech your Lady-ship for your owne credit and mine let the bridle of judgement be alwaies in the chaps of it to giue it head or restraine it according as time and place shall be conuenient Wid. Precise and learned Princox dost not thou goe to Black-fryers Bould Most frequently Madame vnworthy vessell that I am to partake or retaine any of the delicious dew that is there distilled Wid. But why shouldst thou aske me what I meant e'ne now I tell thee there 's nothing vtter'd that carries a double sence one good one bad but if the hearer applie it to the worst the fault lies in his or her corrupt vnderstanding not in the speaker for to answere your lattine prauis omnia praua beleiue me wench if ill come into my fancie I will purge it by speech the lesse will remaine within a pox of these nise mouth'd creatures I haue seen a narrow paire of lips vtter as broad a taile as can be bought for money Indeed an ill tale vnutter'd is like a maggot in a nut it spoiles the whitest kernell Bould You speake most intellegently Madame Wid. Ha'st not done yet thou art an old fumbler I perceiue me thinkes thou doest not doe things like a woman Bould Madame I doe my endeauour and the best can doe no more they that could doe better it may be would not and then t' were all one but rather then be a burthen to your Lady-ship I protest sincerely I would beg my bread therefore I beseech you Madame to hold me excus'd and let my good will stand for the action Wid. Let thy good will stand for the action If good will would doe it there 's many a Ladie in this Land would be content with her old Lord and thou canst not be a burthen to me without thou lie vpon me and that were preposterous in thy sexe take no exceptions at what I say remember you said stand e'ne-now there was a word for one of your coate indeede Bould I sweat Madame you are verie merrie God send you good luck ha's your Ladyship no waters that you vse at bed-time Wid. No introth Princox Bould No Complexion Wid. None but mine own I sweare did'st thou euer vse any Bould No indeede Madame now and then a peece of scarlet or so a little white and red Cerusse but in troth Madame I haue an excellent receipt for a night masque as euer you heard Wid. What is it Bould Bores grease one ounce Iordane Almonds blanch't and ground a quarterne red Rose-water halfe a pint Mares vrine newly couer'd halfe a score drops Wid. Fough no more of thy medicine if thou lou'st me few of our Knights errant when they meete a faire Ladie errant in a morning would thinke her face had lien so plaster'd all night thou hast had some Apothecarie to thy sweet heart but leauing this face physick for by my troth it may make others haue good ones but it makes me make a scuruie one Which of all the Gallants in the Towne would'st thou make a husband of if thou might'st haue him for thy chusing Bould In troth Madame I but you 'll say I speake blindly but let my loue stand a side Wid. I think it not fit indeede your loue should stand in the middle Boul. I say Master Bould oh do but marke him Madame his leg his hand his bodie all his members stand in print Wid. Out vpon thee Princox no me thinkes Wel-tride a handsome fellow I like not these starch'd Gallants masculine faces and masculine gestures please me best Bould How like you Master Pert Wid. Fie vpon him when