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A10407	The jealous lovers A comedie presented to their gracious Majesties at Cambridge, by the students of Trinity-Colledge. Written by Thomas Randolph, Master of Arts, and fellow of the house.	Randolph, Thomas, 1605-1635.	1632 (1632)	STC 20692; ESTC S115594	55,246	102

Her have I followed with a stepdames hate As envious that her beauty should eclipse My daughters honour But the gods in justice Have ta'ne her hence to punish me My sinnes March up in troops against me But this potion Shall purge out life and them Tyn. Be not too rash I will revive Techmessa Dyps. O sweet daughter Pam. Thou hast reviv'd two lives at once Evad. But I Still live a widowed virgin Tyn. No Evadne Receive me new created of a clay Purg'd from all dregs my thoughts do all run cleare Take hence those coffins I will have them born Trophies before me when we come to tie The nuptiall knot for death has brought us life Suspicion made us confident and weak jealousie Hath added strength to our resolved love Cupid hath run his maze this was his day But the next part Hymen intends to play ACTUS V. SCEN. I. Demetrius solus HAil sacred Thebes I kisse thy blessed soil And on my knees salute thy seven gates Some twentie winters now have glaz'd thy flouds Since I beheld thy turrets batter'd then With warre that sought the ruine of those walls Which musick built when Minos cruell tribute Rob'd mothers of their dearest babes to glut His ravenous Minotaure I for safety fled With my young sonnes but call'd my countryes hate Upon my head whom miserie made malicious Each father had a curse in store for me Because I shar'd not in the common losse Yet would have willingly chang'd fortunes with me I dare not meet the vulgars violent rage Eager against me I will therefore study Some means to live conceal'd SCEN. II. Demetrius Asotus Asot. I Have heard my mother Who had more proverbs in her mouth then teeth Peace with her soul where e're it be affirm Marry too soon and you 'le repent too late A sentence worth my meditation For marriage is a serious thing perchance Fair Phryne is no maid for women may Be beauteous yet no virgins Fair and chaste Are not of necessary consequence Or being both fair and chaste she may be barren And then when I am old I shall not have A boy to dote on as my father does Dem. Kinde fortune fan you with a courteous wing Asot. A prety complement What art thou fellow Dem. A Register of heaven a privie Counsellour To all the planets one that has been tenant To the twelve houses Tutour to the Fates That taught 'um th' art of spinning a live Almanack One that by speculation in the starres Can foretell any thing Asot. How foretell any thing How many yeares are past since Thebes was built Dem. That is not to foretell you state the question Of times already past Asot. And cannot you As well foretell things past as things to come Say Register of heaven and Privy-counsellour To all the planets with the rest of your titles For I shall ne're be able to repeat 'um all Shall I as I intend to day be married Dem. Th' Almutes or the Lord of the Ascendeut I finde with Luna corporally joyn'd To the Almutes of the seventh house Which is the matrimoniall family And therefore I conclude the nuptialls hold And yet th' Aspect is not in Trine or Sextile But in the Quartile radiation Or Tetragon which showes an inclination Averse and yet admitting of reception It will although encountred with impediment At last succeed Asot. Ha What bold impediment Is so audacious to encounter me Be he Almutes of what house he please Let his Aspect be Sextile Trine or Quartile I do not fear him with his radiations His Tetragons and inclinations If he provoke my spleen I 'le have him know I souldiers feed shall mince him and my Poets Shall with a Satyre steep'd in gall and vineger Rime 'um to death as they do rats in Ireland Dem. Good words There 's no resistance to the laws of Fate This sublunary world must yeeld obedience To the celestiall vertues Asot. One thing more I would desire to know Whether my spouse That shall be be immaculate I 'de be loth To marry an Advowsion that has had Other incumbents Dem. I 'le resolve you instantly The Dragons-tail stands where the head should be A shrew'd suspicion she has been strongly tempted Asot. The Dragons-tail puts me in a horrible fear I feel a kinde of a sting in my head already Dem. And Mars being landlord of th' eleventh house Plac'd in the Ram and Scorpion plainly signifies The maid has been in love but the Aspect Being without reception layes no guilt Of act upon her Asot. I shall be jealous presently For the Ram is but an ill signe in the head And you know what Scorpio aims at in the Almanack Dem. But when I see th' Ascendent and his Lord With the good Moon in angles and fixt signes I do conclude her virgin pure and spotlesse Asot. I thank th' Ascendent and his noble Lord He shall be welcome to my house at any time And so shall mistresse Moon with all her angles And her sixt signes But how come you to know All this for certain Dem. Sir the learned Cabalists And all the Chaldees do conclude it lawfull As Asla Baruch and Abobali Caucaph Toz Arcaphan and Albuas Gafar with Hali Hippocras and Lancao With Ben Benesaphan and Albubetes Asot. Are Asla Baruch and Abobali With all the rest o' th' Jury men of credit Dem. Their words shall go as farre i' th' Zodiack Sir As anothers bond Asot. I am beholding to 'um Another scruple yet I would have children too Children to dote on Sir when I grow old Such as will spend when I am dead and gone And make me have such fine dreams in my grave Dem. Sir y' are a happy man I do not see In all your horoscope one signe masculine For such portend sterility Asot. How 's that man Is 't possible for any man to ha' children Without a signe masculine Dem. Sir you mistake me You are not yet initiate The Almutes Of the Ascendent is not elevated Above the Almutes of the filial house Venus is free and Jove not yet combust And then the signifier being lodg'd In watry signes the Scorpion Crab and Fish Foreshow a numerous issue of both sexes And Mercury in 's exaltations Plac'd in their angles and their points successive Beholds the Lords of the Triplicity Unhindered in their influence You were born Under a getting constellation A fructifying starre Sir I pronounce you A joyfull father Asot. Happy be the houre I met with thee I 'le ha' thee live with me Thou shalt be my domesticall Astronomer I have a brace of Poets as fit as may be To furnish thee with verses for each moneth Sir since the gracious starres do promise me So numerous a troup of sonnes and daughters 'T is fit I should have my means in my own hands To provide for 'um all therefore I fain would know Whether my father be long-liv'd or no Dem. The planet Mars is Orientall now To Saturn but in reference to the Sun He beares a

with more courtship then I tender'd Tech. Sir we are both abus'd and the same wombe That gave us life was fruitfull to our ruine Your traitour weares the mask call'd Brother mine As cunning a disguise the name of Sister These eyes are witnesse that descried 'um kissing Closer then cockles and in lustfull twines Outbid the ivy or the circling arms Of winding vines Their hot embraces met So neare and folded in so close a knot As if they would incorporate and grow one Tyn. Then farewell all respect of bloud and friendship I do pronounce thee stranger If there can be Valour in treachery put thy trust in steel As I do not in brothers Draw or die Pam. Brother Tyn. I hate the name it is a word Whets my just anger to a sharper edge Pam. Heare me Tyn. I will no pleading but the sword Wert thou protected by Apollo's temple Or hadst the altar for security Religion should not binde me from thy death Couldst thou retreat into my mothers wombe There my revenge should finde thee I am sudden And talk is tedious Pam. Beare me witnesse heaven This action is unwilling SCEN. XIII Pamphilus Tyndarus Techmessa Evadne Chremylus Dypsas Chrem. PUt up for shame those rude unhallowed blades And let not rash opinion of a valour Perswade you to be Parricides Pray remember You thirst but your own bloud He that o'recomes Loses the one half of himself Tynd. Deare Chremylus The reverence to your age hath tied my hands But were my threed of life measur'd by his I 'de cut it off though we both fell together That my incensed soul might follow his And to eternity prosecute my revenge Pam. Brother at your intreaty I adventured To court Evadne and because I found her Against my minde too easie to my suit Your rage falls heavie on me Tech. On my knees I beg deare father cloyster me in darknesse Or send me to the desert to converse With nothing but a wildernesse or expose me To the cold mercy of the winde and wave So you will free me from the company Of a false sister Evad. Sir with much perswasion She wrought on me to personate a love To Pamphilus to finde if I could stagger The faith he vow'd to her This have I done And this so much hath moved her Chrem. Here you see The fruits of rashnesse Do you finde your errour But the foul spring from whence these bitter streams Had their first head I fear it from you Dypsas Dyp. I will no more denie it I have sown Those seeds of doubt wishing to see dissension Ripe for the sickle For what cause I now Forbeare to speak but henceforth I will strive To cleare those jealousies and conclude their loves In a blest nuptiall Tyn. O how frail is man One Sunny day the exhalation reares Into a cloud at night it falls in teares Exeunt ACTUS III SCEN. I. Dypsas Tyndarus Tyn. IF it be not immodesty to demaund So bold a question I would be resolv'd Of one doubt yet Dyps. Speak boldly by all holinesse My answer shall be true Tyn. When you were young And lively appetite revelled in your bloud Did you not finde rebellion in your veins Did not the same embraces tedious grow And cause a longing in your thoughts to taste Varieties of men Dyps. I blush I cannot answer With a deniall not a proper Gentleman But forc'd my goatish eye to follow him And when I had survey'd his parts I would With any losse of honour wealth and friendship Have bought him to my bed and truely Sir 'T was cheap at any rate Tyn. Steel'd impudence What fruit can I expect the bough should beare That grows from such a stock Dyps. I had of late A moneths minde Sir to you Y 'ave the right make To please a Lady Tyn. Sure this old piece of lust When she is dead will make her grave a brothell And tempt the worms to adulterate her carcasse Dyps. And that 's the reason I have cross'd my daughter To further mine own love Pity me Sir For though the fewel 's spent there is a spark Rak'd up i th' embers But I now desist Please you to go to Ballios house my daughter Shall meet you there I hope that out of duty She will not grutch her mother a good turn When she is married now and then Tyn. Is there no house To meet at but this Ballios Is Evadne Acquainted there is that the rendevous Of her hot meetings yet I still suspect This womans malice to her childe not lost I will bestow some time and go to see The strange event of this dark mysterie Exit Tyndarus SCEN. II. Dypsas Ballio Dyps. BAllio Ball. Madam Dyps. See your house be stor'd With the deboisest Rorers in the city Let every room be fill'd with noise and quarrelling For Tyndarus is to meet Evadne there You guesse the rest if not this purse of gold Better inform you Exit Dypsas Ball. Most celestiall Lady Though I have practised villany from my cradle And from my dugge suckt mischief more then milk This fury still out-does me I am vext Vext to the heart to see a silly woman Carry more devils in her then my self And yet I love thee thou she-rogue I love thee Had I but such a wife what a fine brood Of toads could I beget SCEN. III Ballio Simo Ball. HEre comes my mole The sonne of earth that digs his mothers entrals To turn up treasure for his boy and me That with industrious eyes searches to hell To buy us heaven on earth Welcome welcome Thou age of gold how do the bags at home Are all the chests in health thrives the purse still And sayes it to the talents Multiply Sim. Thanks to my providence like a swarm Wealth falls Not in small drops upon me as at first But like a torrent overthrows the bank As it would threat a deluge Were it not pity My boy should not invent sluces enow To drain the copious stream Ball. A thousand pities That you should lose the fruits of so much care Sim. True Ballio true Ball. Trust me what art can do Shall not be wanting Sim. I 'le not be ungratefull It lies in you to turn these silver hairs To a fresh black again and by one favour Cut forue yeares away from the gray summe Ball. I had rather cut off all and be our own carvers Aside Sir if I had Medea's charms to boyl An aged lambe in some inchaunted caldron 'Till he start up a lambe I would recall Your youth and make you like the aged snake Cast off this wrinckled skin and skip up fresh As at fifteen Sim. All this you may and more If you will place me where I may unseen Make my eye witnesse of my sonnes delight I shall enjoy the pleasures by beholding 'um Ball. True Sir you know he 's but your second self The same you might have been at one and twenty The blisse is both's alike Sim. Most Philosophicall Ball. Place your self there