THE GENTLEMAN USHER By GEORGE CHAPMAN AT LONDON Printed by V. S. for Thomas Thorppe 1606 THE GENTLEMAN VSHER ACTVS PRIMVS SCAENA PRIMA Enter Strozza Cynanche and Pogio. Strozza HAste nephew what a sluggard Fie for shame Shal he that was our morning Cock turn Owle And locke out day light from his drowsie eies Pog. Pray pardon mee for once lord vnkle for I le bee sworne I had such a dreame this morning me thought one came with a commission to take a Sorrell curtoll that was stolne from him wheresoeuer hee could find him And because I feared he would lay claime to my sorrell curtoll in my stable I ran to the Smith to haue him set on his mane againe and his taile presently that the Commission-man might not thinke him a curtoll And when the Smith would not doe it I fell a beating of him so that I could not wake for my life til I was reuenged on him Cyn. This is your old valure nephew that will fight sleeping as well as waking Pog. Slud Aunt what if my dreame had beene true as it might haue beene for any thing I knew there 's neuer a smith in Italie shall make an Asse of me in my sleepe if I can chuse Stroz. Well said my furious nephew but I see You quite forget that we must rowse to day The sharp-tuskt Bore and blaze our huntsmanship before the duke Pog. Forget Lord vncle I hope not you thinke belike my wittes are as brittle as a Beetle or as skittish as your Barbarie Mare one cannot crie wehâ— but straight shee cries tihi Stro. Well ghest coosen Hysteron Proteron Pog. But which way will the dukes grace hunt to day Stro. Toward Count Lassos house his Grace will hunt Where he will visit his late honourd mistresse Pog. Who Ladie Margaret that deare yong dame Will his antiquitie neuer leane his iniquitie Cyn. Why how now nephew turnd Parnassus lately Pog. Nassus I know not but I would I had all the dukes liuing for her sake I de make him a poore duke ifaith Stro. No doubt of that if thou hadst all his liuing Pog. I would not stand dreaming of the matter as I do now Cyn. Why how doe you dreame nephew Pog. Mary all last night me thought I was tying her shoo-string Stro. What all night tying her shoostring Pog. I that I was and yet I tied it not neither for as I was tying it the string broke me thought and then me thought hauing but one poynt at my hose me thought I gaue her that to tie her shoo with all Cyn. A poynt of much kindnesse I assure you Pog. Whervpon in the verie nicke me thought the Count came rushing in and I ranne rushing out with my heeles about my hose for haste Stro. So will you leaue your dreaming and dispatch Pog. Mum not a worde more I le goe before and ouertake you presently Exit Cyn. My Lord I fancie not these hunting sports When the bold game you follow turnes againe And stares you in the face let me behold A cast of Faulcons on their merry wings Daring the stooped prey that shifting flies Or let me view the fearefull Hare or Hinde Toâ—t like a musicke point with harmonie Of well mouthed hounds This is a sport for Princes The other rude Boares yeeld fit game for Boores Stro. Thy timorous spirit blinds thy iudgement wife Those are most royall sports that most approue The huntsmans prowesse and his hardie minde Cyn. My Lord I know too well your vertuous spirit Take heede for Gods loue if you rowse the Bore You come not neere him but discharge aloofe Your wounding Pistoll or well aymed Dart Stro. I Mary wife this counsaile rightly flowes Out of thy bosome pray thee take lesse care Let Ladies at their tables iudge of Bores Lords in the field And so farewell sweete loue Faile not to meete me at Earle Lassos house Cyn. Pray pardon me for that you know I loue not These solemne meetings Stro. You must needes for once Constraine your disposition and indeede I would acquaint you more with Ladie Margaret For speciall reason Cyn. Very good my Lord Then I must needes go fit me for that presence Stro. I pray thee doe farewell Exit Cyn. Here comes my friend Enter Uincentio Good day my Lord why does your grace confront So cleare a morning with so clowdie lookes Vin. Ask'st thou my griefes that knowst my desprate loue Curbd by my fathers sterne realitie Must not I mourne that know not whether yet I shall enioy a stepdame or a wife Stro. A wife prince neuer doubt it your deserts And youthfull graces haue engag'd so farre The beauteous Margaret that she is your owne Vin. O but the eie of watchfull iealousie Robs my desires of meanest inioy her fauour Stro. Despaire not there are meanes enow for you Suborne some seruant of some good respect That 's neere your choice who though she needs no wooing May yet imagine you are to begin Your strange yong loue sute and so speake for you Beare your kind letters and get safe accesse All which when he shall do you neede not feare His trustie secrecie because he dares not Reueale escapes where of himselfe is Author Whom you may best attempt she must reueale For if she loues you she already knowes And in an instant can resolue you that Vin. And so she will I doubt not would to heauen I had fit time euen now to know her minde This counsaile feedes my heart with much sweet hope Stro. Pursue it then t' will not be hard t' effect The Duke haz none for him but Medice That fustian Lord who in his buckram face Bewraies in my conceit a map of basenesse Vin. I there 's a parcell of vnconstrued stuffe That vnknowne Minion raisde to honours height Without the helpe of Vertue or of Art Or to say true nay of honest part O how she shames my father he goes like A Princes foote-man in old fashioned silkes And most times in his hose and dublet onely So miserable that his owne few men Doe beg by vertue of his liuerie For he giues none for any seruice done him Or any honour any least reward Stro. T is pittie such should liue about a Prince I would haue such a noble counterfet nailde Vpon the Pillory and after whipt For his adultery with nobilitie Vin. Faith I would faine disgrace him by all meanes As enemy to his base-bred ignorance That being a great Lord cannot write nor reade Stro. For that weel le follow the blinde side of him And make it sometimes subiect of our mirth Enter Pogioposte Vin. See what newes with your Nephew Pogio Stro. None good I warrant you Pog. Where should I finde my Lord Vnckle Stro. What 's the huge haste with you Pog. O ho you will hunt to day Stro. I hope I will Pog. But you may hap to hop without your hope for the truth is Kilbucke is runne mad Stro. What 's this Pog. Nay t' is true sir and Kilbucke being runne mad
the match With freer and more noble eyes then we Pog. Why I saw that as well as he my Lord I knew t' was a foolish match betwixt you two did not you thinke so my Lord Vincentio Lord vncle did not I say at first of the Duke will his Antiquitie neuer leaue his Iniquitie Stro. Go to too much of this but aske this Lord If he did like it Pog. Who my Lord Medice Stro. Lord Stinkard Man his name is aske him Lord Stinkard did you like the match say Pog. My Lord Stinkard did you like the match betwixt the Duke and my Ladie Margaret Med. Presumptuous Sicophant I will haue thy life Alp. Vnworthie Lord put vp thirst'st thou more blood Thy life is fitt'st to be call'd in question For thy most murthrous cowardise on my sonne Thy forwardnesse to euery cruelty Calls thy pretended Noblesse in suspect Stro. Noblesse my Lord set by your princely fauour That gaue the lustre to his painted state Who euer view'd him but with deepe contempt As reading vilenesse in his very lookes And if he proue not sonne of some base drudge Trim'd vp by Fortune being dispos'd to ieast And dally with your state then that good Angell That by diuine relation spake in me Fore-telling these foule dangers to your sonne And without notice brought this reuerend man To rescue him from death now failes my tongue And I le confesse I doe him open wrong Med. And so thou doost and I returne all note Of infamy or basenesse on thy throte Damne me my Lord if I be not a Lord Stro. My Liege with all desert euen now you said His life was duely forfet for the death Which in these barbarous wounds he sought your sonne Vouchsafe me then his life in my friends right For many waies I know he merits death Which if you grant will instantly appeare And that I feele with some rare miracle Alp. His life is thine Lord Strozza Giue him death Med. What my Lord Will your grace cast away an innocent life Stro. Villaine thou liest thou guiltie art of death A hundred waies which now I le execute Med. Recall your word my Lord Alp. Not for the world Stro. O my deare Liege but that my spirit prophetike Hath inward feeling of such sinnes in him As aske the forfait of his life and soule I would before I tooke his life giue leaue To his confession and his penitence O he would tell you most notorious wonders Of his most impious state but life and soule Must suffer for it in him and my hand Forbidden is from heauen to let him liue Till by confession he may haue forgiuenesse Die therefore monster Vin. O be not so vncharitable sweete friend Let him confesse his sinnes and aske heauen pardon Stro. He must not Princely friend it is heauens iustice To plague his life and soule and heer 's heauens iustice Me. O saue my life my Lord Las. Hold good Lord Strozza Let him confesse the sinnes that heauen hath told you And aske forgiuenesse Med. Let me good my Lord And I le confesse what you accuse me of Wonders indeede and full of damn'd deserts Stro. I know it and I must not let thee liue To aske forgiuenesse Alp. But you shall my Lord Or I will take his life out of your hand Stro. A little then I am content my Liege Is thy name Medice Med. No my Noble Lord My true name is Mendice Stro. Mendice see At first a Mighty scandall done to Honour Of what countrie art thou Med. Of no Country I But borne vpon the Seas my mother passing Twixt Zant and Uenice Stro. Where wert thou christned Med. I was neuer christned But being brought vp with beggars call'd Mendice Alp. Strange and vnspeakeable Stro. How cam'st thou then To beare that port thou didst entring this Court Med. My lord when I was young being able limb'd A Captaine of the Gipsies entertain'd me And many yeares I liu'd a loose life with them At last I was so fauor'd that they made me The King of Gipsies and being told my fortune By an old Sorceresse that I should be great In some great Princes loue I tooke the treasure Which all our company of Gipsies had In many yeares by seuerall stealths collected And leauing them in warres I liu'd abroad With no lesse shew then now and my last wrong I did to Noblesse was in this high Court Alp. Neuer was heard so strange a counterfet Stro. Didst thou not cause me to be shot in hunting Med. I did my Lord for which for heauens loue pardon Stro. Now let him liue my Lord his bloods least drop Would staine your Court more then the Sea could cleanse His soule 's too foule to expiate with death Alp. Hence then be euer banish'd from my rule And liue a monster loath'd of all the world Pog. I le get boyes and baite him out a' th Court my Lord Alp. Doe so I pray thee rid me of his sight Pog. Come on my Lord Stinckerd I le play Fox Fox come out of thy hole with you ifaith Med. I le runne and hide me from the sight of heauen Pog. Fox Fox goe out of thy hole a two leg'd Fox A two leg'd Fox Exit with Pages beating Medice Beue. Neuer was such an accident disclosde Alp. Let vs forget it honourable friends And satisfie all wrongs with my sonnes right In solemne mariage of his loue and him Vin. I humbly thanke your Highnesse honor'd Doctor The Balsome you infusde into my wounds Hath easde me much and giuen me sodaine strength Enough t' assure all danger is exempt That any way may let the generall ioy My Princely Father speakes of in our nuptialls Alp. Which my deere Sonne shall with thy full recure Be celebrate in greater Maiesty Than euer grac'd our greatest Ancestrie Then take thy loue which heauen with all ioyes blesse And make yee both mirrors of happinesse FINIS
Momus here might now crie push Saying our pageant is not woorth a Rush Bundles of Rushes lo we bring along To picke his teeth that bites them with his tongue Stro. See see that 's Lord Medice Vin. Gods me my Lord Haz hee pickt you out picking of your teeth Med. What picke you out of that Stro. Not such stale stuffe As you picke from your teeth Alp. Leaue this warre with Rushes Good master pedant pray forth with your shew Sar. Lo thus farre then braue duke you see Meere entertainement Now our glee Shall march forth in Moralitie And this queint Dutchesse here shall see The fault of virgine Nicetie First wooed with Rurall courtesie disburthen them praunce on this ground And make your exit with your Round Exeunt Well haue they daunc'd as it is meet Both with their nimble heades and feet Now as our country girls held off And rudely did their louers scoff Our Nymph likewise shall onely glaunce By your faire eies and looke askaunce Vpon her female friend that wooes her Who is in plaine field forc'd to loose her And after them to conclude all The pâ—rlue of our Pastorall A female bug and eke her friend Shall onely come and sing and end Bugs song This Lady and Dutchesse we conclude Faire Virgins must not be too rude For though the rurall wilde and â—ntike Abusde their loues as they were franuke Yet take you in your Iuory clutches This noble Duke and be his Dutches Thus thanking all for their tacete I void the roome and cry valete Exit Alp. Generally well and pleasingly performed Mar. Now I resigne this borrowed maiesty Which sate vnseemely on my worthlesse head With humble seruice to your Highnesse hands Alp. Well you became it Lady and I know All heere could wish it might be euer so Stro. Heere 's one saies nay to that Vin. Plague on you peace Lass. Now let it please your Highnesse to accept A homely banquet to close these rude sports Alp. I thanke your Lordship much Bass. Bring lights make place Enter Pogio in his cloke and broome-mans attire Pog. How d ee my Lord Alp. O master broomeman you did passing well Vin. A you mad slaue you you are a tickling Actor Pog. I was not out like my Lord Medice How did you like me Aunt Cyn. O rarely rarely Stro. O thou hast done a worke of memory And raisde our house vp higher by a story Vin. Friend how conceit you my young mother heere Cyn. Fitter for you my Lord than for your father Vin. No more of that sweete friend those are bugs words Exeunt Finis Actus secundi ACTVS TERTII SCAENA PRIMA Medice after the song whispers alone with his seruant Med. Thou art my trusty seruant and thou knowst I haue beene euer bountifull Lord to thee As still I will be be thou thankfull then And doe me now a seruice of import Ser. Any my Lord in compasse of my life Med. To morrow then the Duke intends to hunt Where Strozza my despightfull enemie Will giue attendance busie in the chase Wherein as if by chance when others shoote At the wilde Boare do thou discharge at him And with an arrow cleaue his canckerd heart Ser. I will not faile my Lord Med. Be secret then And thou to me shalt be the dear'st of men Exeunt Enter Vincentio and Bassiolo Vin. Now Vanitie and Policie inrich me With some ridiculous fortune on this Vsher Where 's Master Vsher Bass. Now I come my Lord Vin. Besides good sir your shew did shew so well Bass. Did it in deede my Lord Vin. O sir beleeue it T was the best fashiond and well orderd thing That euer eye beheld and there withall The fit attendance by the seruants vsde The gentle guise in seruing euery guest In other entertainements euery thing About your house so sortfully disposde That euen as in a turne-spit calld a Iacke One vice assists another the great wheeles Turning but softly make the lesse to whirre About their businesse euery different part Concurring to one commendable end So and in such conformance with rare grace Were all things orderd in your good lordes house Bass. The most fit simile that euer was Vin. But shall I tell you plainely my conceit Touching the man that I thinke causde this order Bass. I good my Lord Vin. You note my simile Bass. Drawne from the turne-spit Uin. I see you haue me Euen as in that queint engine you haue seene A little man in shreds stand at the winder And seemes to put all things in act about him Lifting and pulling with a mightie stirre Yet addes no force to it nor nothing does So though your Lord be a braue Gentleman And seemes to do this busines He does nothing Some man about him was the festiuall robe That made him shew so glorious and diuine Bass. I cannot tell my Lord yet I should know if any such there were Vin. Should know quoth you I warrant you know well some there be Shall haue the fortune to haue such rare men Like braue beasts to their Armes support their state When others of as high a worth and breede Are made the wastefull food of them they feede What state hath your Lord made you for your seruice Bass. He haz beene my good Lord for I can spend Some fifteene hundred crownes in lands a yeare Which I haue gotten since I seru'd him first Vin. No more then fifteene hundred crownes a yeare Bass. It is so much as makes me like my Lord Like a poore Gentleman Vin. Nay t is prettie well But certainely my nature does esteeme Nothing enough for vertue and had I The Duke my fathers meanes all should be spent To keepe braue men about me but good sir Accept this simple iewell at my hands Till I can worke perswasion of my friendship With worthier arguments Bass. No good my Lord I can by no meanes merite the free bounties You haue bestowed besides Vin. Nay be not strange But doe your selfe right and be all one man In all your actions doe not thinke but some Haue extraordinarie spirits like your selfe And wil not stand in their societie On birth and riches but on worth and vertue With whom there is no nicenesse nor respect Of others common friendship be he poore Or basely borne so he be rich in soule And noble in degrees of qualities He shall be my friend sooner then a King Bass. To a most kingly iudgement in your lordship Vin. Faith sir I know not but t is my vaine humour Bass. O t is an honour in a Nobleman Vin. Y 'aue some lords now so politike and prowd They skorne to giue good lookes to worthy men Bass. O fie vpon vm by that light my lord I am but seruant to a Nobleman But if I would not skorne such puppet lords Would I weare breathlesse Vin. You sir so you may For they will cogge so when they wish to vse men With pray be couerd sir I beseech you sit Whoe 's there waite of
Master Vsher to the doore O these be godly gudgeons where 's the deedes The perfect Nobleman Bass. O good my Lord Vin. Away away ere I would flatter so I would eate rushes like lord Medici Bass. Well wel my Lord would there were more such Princes Vin. Alas t were pitty sir they would be gulld Out of their very skinnes Bass. Why how are you my lord Uin. Who I I care not If I be where I professe plaine loue T' will be their faults you know Bass. O t' were their shames Vin. Well take my iewell you shall not be strange I loue not manie words Bass. My lord I thanke you I am of few words too Vin. T is friendlie said You proue your selfe a friend and I would haue you Aduance your thoughts and lay about for state Worthy your vertues be the Mineon Of some great King or Duke there 's Medici The Minion of my Father O the Father What difference is there but I cannot flatter A word to wise men Bass. I perceiue your Lordship Vin. Your Lordship talke you now like a friend Is this plaine kindnesse Bass. Is it not my Lord Vin. A palpable flattring figure for men common A my word I should thinke if t were another He meant to gull mee Bass. Why t is but your due Vin. T is but my due if you le be still a stranger But as I wish to choose you for my friend As I intend when God shall call my father To doe I can tell what but let that passe Thus t is not fit let my friend be familiar Vse not me Lordship nor yet call me Lord Nor my whole name Vincentio but vince As they call Iacke or Will t is now in vse Twixt men of no equallity or kindnesse Bass. I shall be quickely bold enough my Lord Vin. Nay see how still you vse that coy terme Lord What argues this but that you shunne my friendship Bass. Nay pray say not so Vin. Who should not say so Will you afford me now no name at all Bass. What should I call you Vin. Nay then t is no matter But I told you Vince Bass. Why then my sweete Vince Vin. Whie so then and yet still there is a fault In vsing these kind words without kinde deedes Pray thee imbrace me too Bass. Why then sweete Vince Vin. Why now I thank you sblood shall friends be strange Where there is plainenesse there is euer truth And I will still be plaine since I am true Come let vs lie a little I am wearie Bass. And so am I I sweare since yesterday Vin. You may sir by my faith and sirra hark thee What lordship wouldst thou wish to haue ifaith When my old father dies Bass. Who I alas Vin. O not you well sir you shall haue none You are as coy a peece as your Lords daughter Bass. Who my mistris Vin. Indeede is she your Mistris Bass. I faith sweet Vince since she was three yeare old Vin. And are not wee too friends Bass. Who doubts of that Vin. And are not two friends one Basis. Euen man and wife Vin. Then what to you she is to me she should be Bass. Why Vince thou wouldst not haue her Vin. O not I I doe not fancie any thing like you Bass. Nay but I pray thee tell me Vi. You do not meane to marry her your self Bass. Not I by heauen Vin. Take heede now do not gull me Bass. No by that candle Vin. Then will I be plaine Thinke you she dotes not too much on my father Bass. O yes no doubt on 't Van. Nay I pray you speake Bass. You seely man you she cannot abide him Vin. Why sweete friend pardon me alas I knew not Bass. But I doe note you are in some things simple And wrong your selfe too much Vin. Thanke you good friend For your playne dealing I doe meane so well Bass. But who saw euer summer mixt with winter There must be equall yeares where firme loue is Could we two loue so well so soddainely Were we not some thing equaller in yeares Than he and shee are Vi. I cry ye mercy sir I know we could not but yet be not too bitter Considering loue is fearefull And sweete friend I haue a letter t' intreate her kindnesse Which if you would conuay Bass. I if I would sir Vin. Why fayth deare friend I would not die requitelesse Bass. Would you not so sir By heauen a little thing would make me boxe you Which if you would convaie why not I pray Which friend thou shalt conuaie Vin. Which friend you shall then Bass. Well friend and I will then Vin. And vse some kinde perswasiue wordes for me Bass. The best I sweare that my poore toung can forge Vin. I wel said poore toung O t is rich in meekenesle You are not knowne to speake well You haue wonne Direction of the Earle and all his house The fauour of his daughter and all Dames That euer I sawe come within your sight With a poore tongue A plague a your sweete lippes Bass. Well we will doe our best And faith my Uince She shall haue an vnweldie and dull soule If she be nothing moou'd with my poore tongue Call it no better Be it what it will Vin. Well said ifaith Now if I doe not thinke T is possible besides her bare receipt Of that my Letter with thy friendly tongue To get an answere of it neuer trust me Bass. An answer man Sbloud make no doubt of that Vin. By heauen I thinke so now a plague of Nature That she giues all to some and none to others Bass. How I endeare him to me Come Vince rise Next time I see her I will giue her this Which when she sees shee le thinke it wondrous strange Loue should goe by descent and make the sonne Follow the father in his amorous steppes Vin. Shee needes must thinke it strange that neuer yet saw I durst speake to her or had scarce hir sight Bass. Well Vince I sweare thou shalt both see and kisse her Uin. Sweares my deere friend by what Bass. Euen by our friendship Vin. O sacred oath which how long will you keepe Bass. While there be bees in Hybla or white swannes In bright Meander while the banks of Po Shall beare braue lillies or Italian dames Be called the Bone robes of the world Vin. T is elegantly said and when I faile Let there be found in Hybla hiues no bees Let no swannes swimme in bright Meander streame Nor lillies spring vpon the banks of Po Nor let one fat Italian dame be found But leane and brawn-falne I and scarsly sound Bass. It is enough but le ts imbrace with all Exit Vin. With all my hart Bass. So now farewell sweet Vince Vin. Farewell my worthie friend I thinke I haue him Enter Bassiolo Bass. I had forgot the parting phrase he taught me I commend me t' ee sir Exit instant Vin. At your wisht seruice sir O fine friend he had forgot the phrase
How serious apish soules are in vaine forme Well he is mine and he being trusted most With my deare ioue may often worke our meeting And being thus ingagde dare not reueale Enter Pogio in haste Strozza following Po. Horse horse horse my lord horse your father is going a hunting Vit. My Lord horse you asse you d' ee call my Lord horse Stro. Nay he speakes huddles still le ts slit his tongue Po. Nay good vnkle now sbloud what captious marchants you be so the Duke tooke me vp euen now my lord vnckle heere and my old lord Lasso by heauen y' are all too witty for me I am the veriest foole on you all I le be sworne Vin. Therein thou art worth vs all for thou knowst thy selfe Str. But your wisedom was in a pretty taking last night was it not I pray Pog. O for taking my drink a little faith my Lord for that you shall haue the best sport presently with Madam Corteza that euer was I haue made her so drunke that she does nothing but kisse my Lord Medice See shee comes riding the Duke shee s passing well mounted beleeue it Enter Alphonso Corteza Cynanche Bassiolo first two women attendants and hunts-men Lasso Alp. Good wench forbeare Cort. My Lord you must put forth your selfe among Ladies I warrant you haue much in you if you would shew it see a cheeke a twentie the bodie of a George a good legge still still a good calfe and not slabby nor hanging I warrant you a brawne of a thumb here and t' were a pulld partridge Neece Meg thou shalt haue the sweetest bedfellow on him that euer call'd Ladie husband trie him you shamefac'd bable you trie him Mar. Good Madame be rulde Cort. What a nice thing it is my Lord you must set foorth this gâ—re and kisse her yfaith you must get you together and be naughts awhile get you together Alp. Now what a merrie harmlesse dame it is Cort. My Lord Medice you are a right noble man wil do a woman right in a wrong matter and neede be prav do you giue the duke ensample vpon me you come a wooing to me now I accept it Lass. What meane you sister Cort. Pray my Lord away consider me as I am a woman Pog. Lord how I haue whâ—d her Cort. You come a wooing to me now pray thee Duke marke my Lord Medice and do you marke me virgin Stand you aside my Lord all and you giue place now my Lord Medice put case I be strange a little yet you like a man put me to it Come kisse me my Lord be not ashamde Med. Not I Madame I come not a wooing to you Cort. Lass. Fie sister y' are too blame pray will you goe to your chamber Cort. Lass. What 's the matter Cort. d ee thinke I am drunke Lass. I thinke so truly Cort. But are you sure I am drunke Lass. Else I would not thinke so Cort. But I would be glad to be sure on 't Lass. I assure you then Cort. Why then say nothing I le begone God bwy lord duke I le come againe anone Exit Lass. I hope your Grace will pardon her my liege For t is most strange shee s as discreete a dame As any in these countries and as sober But for this onely humour of the cup Alp. T is good my Lord sometimes Come to our hunting now t is time I thinke Omn The verie best time of the day my Lord Alp. Then my Lord I will take my leaue till night Reseruing thanks for all my entertainment Till I returne in meane time louely dame Remember the high state you last presented Vin. St. haue all this while talked togither a prettie way And thinke it was not a mere festiuall shew But an essentiall type of that you are In full consent of all my faculties And harke you good my Lord Vin. See now they whisper Some priuate order I dare lay my life For a forc'd marriage t'wixt my loue and father I therefore must make sure and noble friends I le leaue you all when I haue brought you forth And seene you in the chase meane-while obserue In all the time this solemne hunting lasts My father and his minion Medice And note if you can gather any signe That they haue mist me and suspect my being If which fall out send home my Page before Stro. I will not faile my Lord Medice whispers with I. Huntsman all this while Med. Now take thy time Hunt I warrant you my Lord he shall not scape me Alp. Now my deere Mistresse till our sports intended end with my absence I will take my leaue Lass. Bassiolo attend you on my daughter Exeunt Bass. I will my Lord Vin. Now will the sport beginne I think my loue Will handle him as well as I haue doone Exit Cyn. Madam I take my leaue and humblie thanke you Mar. Welcome good madam mayds wait on my Lady Exit Bass. So mistris this is fit Mar. Fit sir why so Bass. Why so I haue most fortunate newes for you Mar. For me sir I beseech you what are they Bass. Merit and Fortune for you both agree Merit what you haue and haue what you merit Mar. Lord with what Rhetorike you prepare your newes Bass. I need not for the plaine contents they beare Vttred in any words deserue their welcome And yet I hope the words will serue the turne Maâ—. What in a letter Bass. Why not Mar. Whence is it Bass. From one that will not shame it with his name And that is Lord Vincentio Mar. King of heauen Is the man madde Bass. Mad Madam why Mar. O heauen I muse a man of your importance Will offer to bring me a letter thus Bass. Why why good Mistresse are you hurt in that Your answer may be what you will your selfe Mar. I but you should not doe it Gods my life You shall answer it Bass. Nay you must answer it Mar. I answer it are you the man I trusted And will betray me to a stranger thus Bass. That 's nothing dame all friends were strangers first Mar. Now was there euer woman ouerseene so In a wise mans discretion Bass. Your braine is shallow come receiue this letter Mar. How dare you say so when you know so well How much I am engaged to the duke Bass. The duke a proper match a graue olde gentman Haz beard at will and would in my conceyt Make a most excellent patterne for a potter To haue his picture stampt on a Iugge To keepe ale-knights in memorie of sobrietie Heere gentle madam take it Mar. Take it sir Am I common taker of loue letters Bass. Common why when receiu'd you one before Mar. Come t is no matter I had thought your care Of my bestowing would not tempt me thus To one I know not but it is because You know I dote so much on your direction Bass. On my direction Mar. No sir Not on yours Bass. Well mistris if you will take my aduice At
you be well I will be well though sicke Your selfe alone my compleat world shall be Euen from this houre to all eternity Vin. It is inough and binds as much as marriage Enter Bassiolo Bass. I le see in what plight my poore louer stands Gods me a beckons me to haue me gone It seemes hee s entred into some good vaine I le hence loue cureth when he vents his paine Exit Vin. Now my sweet life we both remember well What we haue vow'd shall all be kept entire Maugre our fathers wraths danger and death And to confirme this shall we spend our breath Be well aduisde for yet your choice shall be In all things as before as large and free Mar. What I haue vow'd I le keepe euen past my death Vin. And I and now in token I dissolue Your virgin state I take this snowie vaile From your much fairer face and claime the dues Of sacred nuptialls and now fairest heauen As thou art infinitely raisde from earth Diffrent and opposite so blesse this match As farre remou'd from Customes popular sects And as vnstaind with her abhorr'd respects Enter Bassiolo Bass. Mistris away Pogio runnes vp and downe Calling for Lord Vincentio come away For hitherward he bends his clamorous haste Mar. Remember loue Exit Mar. and Bassiolo Vin. Or else forget me heauen Why am I sought for by this Pogio The Asse is great with child of some ill newes His mouth is neuer fill'd with other sound Enter Pogio. Pog. Where is my Lord Vincentio where is my Lord Vin. Here he is Asse what an exclaiming keep'st thou Pog. Slood my Lord I haue followed you vp and downe like a Tantalus pig till I haue worne out my hose here abouts I le be sworne and yet you call me Asse still But I can tell you passing ill newes my Lord Uin. I know that well sir thou neuer bringst other what 's your newes now I pray Pog. O Lord my Lord vncle is shot in the side with an arrow Vin. Plagues take thy tongue is he in any danger Pog. O danger I he haz lien speechlesse this two houres And talkes so idlely Vin. Accursed newes where is he bring me to him Pog. Yes do you lead and I le guide you to him Exeunt Enter Strozza brought in a Chaire Cynanche Benenemus with others Cyn. How fares it now with my deare Lord and husband Stro. Come neere me wife I fare the better farre For the sweete foode of thy diuine aduice Let no man value at a little price A vertuous womans counsaile her wing'd spirit Is featherd herd oftentimes with heauenly words And like her beautie rauishing and pure The weaker bodie still the stronger soule When good endeuours do her powers applie Her loue drawes neerest mans felicitie O what a treasure is a vertuous wife Discreet and louing Not one gift on earth Makes a mans life so highly bound to heauen She giues him double forces to endure And to enioy by being one with him Feeling his Ioies and Griefes with equall sence And like the twins Hypocrates reports If he fetch sighes she drawes her breath as short If he lament she melts her selfe in teares If he be glad she triumphs if he stirre She moou's his way in all things his sweete Ape And is in alterations passing strange Himselfe diuinely varied without change Gold is right pretious but his price infects With pride and auarice Aucthority lifts Hats from mens heades and bowes the strongest knees Yet cannot bend in rule the weakest hearts Musicke delights but one sence Nor choice meats One quickly fades the other stirre to sinne But a true wife both sence and soule delights And mixeth not her good with any ill Her vertues ruling hearts all powres command All Store without her leaues a man but poore And with her Pouertie is exceeding Store No time is tedious with her her true woorth Makes a true husband thinke his armes enfold With her alone a compleate worlde of gold Cyn. I wish deare loue I coulde deserue as much As your most kinde conceipt hath well exprest But when my best is done I see you wounded And neither can recure nor ease your pains Stro. Cynanche thy aduise hath made me well My free submission to the hand of heauen Makes it redeeme me from the rage of paine For though I know the malice of my wound Shootes still the same distemper through my vaines Yet the Iudiciall patience I embrace In which my minde spreads her impassiue powres Through all my suffring parts expels their frailetie And rendering vp their whole life to my soule Leaues me nought else but soule and so like her Free from the passions of my fuming blood Cyn. Would God you were so and that too much payne Were not the reason you felt sence of none Stro. Thinkst thou me mad Cynanche for mad men By paynes vngouernd haue no sence of payne But I I tell you am quite contrary Easde with well gouerning my submitted payne Be cheerd then wife and looke not for in mee The manners of a common wounded man Humilitie hath raisde me to the starres In which as in a sort of Cristall Globes I sit and see things hidde from humane sight I euen the very accidents to come Are present with my knowledge the seuenth day The arrow head will fall out of my side The seauenth day wife the forked head will out Cyn. Would God it would my Lord and leaue you wel Stro. Yes the seuenth day I am assurd it will And I shall liue I know it I thanke heauen I knowe it well and I le teach my phisition To build his cares heereafter vpon heauen More then on earthly medcines for I knowe Many things showne me from the op'ned skies That passe all arts Now my phisition Is comming to me he makes friendly haste And I will well requite his care of mee Cyn. How knowe you he is comming Stro. Passing well and that my deare friend lord Vincentio Will presently come see me too I le stay My good phisition till my true friend come Cyn. Ay me his talke is idle and I feare Foretells his reasonable Soule now leaues him Stro. Bring my Physition in hee 's at the doore Cyn. Alas there 's no Physition Stro. But I know it See he is come Enter Benouemius Ben. How fares my worthy Lord Stro. Good Doctor I endure no paine at all And the seauenth day the arrowes head will out Ben. Why should it fall out the seuenth day my Lord Stro. I know it the seuenth day it will not faile Ben. I wish it may my Lord Sâ—ro. Yes t' will be so You come with purpose to take present leaue But you shall stay a while my Lord Vincentio Would see you faine and now is comming hither Ben. How knowes your Lordship haue you sent for him Stro. No but t' is very true hee 's now hard by And will not hinder your affaires a whit Ben. How want of rest distempers his light braine Brings my
Lord any traine Stro. None but himselfe My nephew Pogio now hath left his Grace Good Doctor go and bring him by his hand Which he will giue you to my longing eyes Ben. T is strange if this be true Exit Cyn. The Prince I thinke Yet knowes not of your hurt Enter Vincentio holding the Doctors hand Stro. Yes wife too well See he is come welcome my princely friend I haue beene shot my Lord but the seventh day The arrowes head will fall out of my side And I shall hue Vin. I doe not feare your life But Doctor is it your opinion That the seuenth day the arrow head will out Stro. No t' is not his opinion t' is my knowledge For I doe know it well and I do wish Euen for your onely sake my noble Lord This were the seuenth day and I now were well That I might be some strength to your hard state For you haue many perils to endure Great is your danger great vour vniust ill Is passing foule and mortall would to God My wound were something well I might be with you Nay do not whisper I know what I say Too well for you my Lord I wonder heauen Will let such violence threat an innocent life Vin. What ere it be deare friend so you be well I will endure it all your wounded state Is all the daunger I feare towards me Stro. Nay mine is nothing For the seuenth day This arrow head will out and I shall liue And so shall you I thinke but verie hardly It will be hardly you will scape indeed Vin. Be as will be pray heauen your prophecie Be happily accomplished in your selfe And nothing then can come amisse to me Stro. What sayes my Doctor thinks he I say true Ben. If your good Lordship could but rest a while I would hope well Stro. Yes I shall rest I know If that will helpe your indgement Ben. Yes it will And good my Lord le ts helpe you in to trie Stro. You please me much I shall sleepe instantly Exeunt Enter Alphonso and Medice Alp. Why should the humorous boy forsake the chace As if he tooke aduantage of my absence To some act that my presence would offend Med. I warrant you my Lord t' is to that end And I beleeue he wrongs you in your loue Children presuming on their parents kindnesse Care not what vnkind actions they commit Against their quiet And were I as you I would affright my sonne from these bold parts And father him as I found his deserts Alp. I sweare I will and can I proue he aymes At any interruption in my loue I le interrupt his life Med. We soone shall see For I haue made Madam Corteza search With pick-locks all the Ladies Cabynets About Earle Lassos house and if there be Traffique of loue twixt any one of them And your suspected sonne t' will soone appeare In some signe of their amorous marchandise See where she comes loded with Iems papers Enter Cort. Cor. See here my Lord I haue rob'd all their Caskets Know you this Ring this Carquanet this Chaine Will any of these letters serue your turne Alp. I know not these things but come let me reade some of these letters Madam in this deed You deserue highly of my Lord the Duke Cor. Nay my Lord Medice I thinke I told you I could do prettie well in these affaires O these yong Girles engrosse vp all the loue From vs poore Beldams but I hold my hand I le ferret all the Cunni-holes of their kindnesse Ere I haue done with them Alp. Passion of death See see Lord Medice my trait'rous sonne Hath long ioyde in the fauours of my loue Woe to the wombe that bore him and my care To bring him vp to this accursed houre In which all cares possesse my wretched life Med. What father would beleeue he had a sonne So full of trecherie to his innocent state And yet my Lord this letter shewes no meeting But a desire to meete Cort. Yes yes my Lord I doe suspect they meete and I beleeue I know well where too I beleeue I doe And therefore tell me does no creature know That you haue left the chase thus suddenly And are come hither haue you not beene seene By any of these Louers Alp. Not by any Cor. Come then come follow me I am perswaded I shall go neare to shew you their kind hands Their confidence that you are still a hunting Will make your amorous sonne that stole from thence Bold in his loue-sports Come come a fresh chace I hold this pickelocke you shall hunt at view What do they thinke to seape An old wiues eye Is a blew Cristall full of sorcerie Alp. If this be true the traitrous boy shall die Exeunt Enter Lasso Margaret Bassiolo going before Lass. Tell me I pray you what strange hopes they are That feed your coy conceits against the Duke And are prefer'd before th' assured greatnes His highness graciously would make your fortunes Mar. I haue small hopes my Lord but a desire To make my nuptiall choice of one I loue And as I would be loath t' impaire my state So I affect not honours that exceed it Lass. O you are verie temp'rate in your choice Pleading a iudgement past your sexe and yeares But I beleeue some fancie will be found The forge of these gay Gloses if it be I shall descipher what close traitor t is That is your Agent in your secret plots Bass. Swoones Lass. And him for whom you plot and on you all I will reuenge thy disobedieuce With such seuere correction as shall fright All such deluders from the like attempts But chiefly he shall smart that is your factor Bass. O me accurst Lass. Meane time I le cut Your poore craft short yfaith Mar. Poore craft indeede That I or any others vse forme Lass. Well Dame if it be nothing but the iarre Of your vnfiued fancie that procures Your wilfull coynesse to my Lord the Duke No doubt but Time and Iudgement will conforme it To such obedience as so great desert Proposde to your acceptance doth require To which end doe you counsaile her Bassiolo And let me see Maid gainst the Duks returne Another tincture set vpon your lookes Then heretofore For be assur'd at last Thou shalt consent or else incurre my curse Aduise her you Bassiolo Exit Bass. I my good Lord Gods pittie what an errant Asse was I To entertaine the Princes craftie friendship Slood I halfe suspect the villaine guld me Mar. Our Squire I thinke is staru'd Bass. Nay Ladie it is true And you must frame your fancie to the Duke For I protest I will not be corrupted For all the friends and fortunes in the world To gull my Lord that trusts me Mar. O sir now Y' are true too late Bass. No Ladie not a whit Slood and you thinke to make an Asse of me May chance to rise betimes I know 't I know Mar. Out seruile coward shall a light
my deare friends name Presents my thoughts with a most mortall danger To his right innocent life a monstrous fact Is now effected on him Cyn. Where or how Stro. I doe not well those circumstances know But am assur'd the substance is too true Come reuerend Doctor let vs harken out Where the young Prince remaines and beare with you Medcines t' allay his danger if by wounds Beare pretious Balsome or some soueraigne iuyce If by fell poison some choice Antidote If by blacke witchcraft our good spirits and prayers Shall exorcise the diuelish wrath of hell Out of his princely bosome Enter Pogio running Pog. Where where where where 's my Lord vncle my Lord my vncle Stro. Here 's the ill tydings-bringer what newes now with thy vnhappie presence Po. O my Lord my Lord Vincentio is almost kild by my Lord Medice Stro. See Doctor see if my presage be true And well I know if he haue hurt the Prince T' is trecherously done or with much helpe Pog. Nay sure he had no helpe but all the Dukes Guard and they set vpon him indeed and after he had defended himselfe d ee see he drew hauing as good as wounded the Lord Medice almost he strake at him and missd him d ee marke Stro. What tale is here where is this mischiefe done Pog. At Monks well my Lord I le guide you to him presently Str. I doubt it not fooles are best guides to ill And mischiefes readie way lies open still Lead sir I pray Exeunt Enter Corteza and Margaret aboue Cort. Quiet your selfe Nece though your loue be slaine You haue another that 's woorth two of him Mar. It is not possible it cannot be That heauen should suffer such impi tie Cort. T is true I sweare neece Ma. O most vniust truth I le cast my selfe downe headlong from this Tower And force an instant passage for my soule To seeke the wandring spirit of my Lord Cort. Will you do so Neece That I hope you will not And yet there was a Maid in Saint Marks streete For such a matter did so and her clothes Flew vp about her so as she had no harme And grace of God your clothes may flie vp too And saue you harmelesse for your cause and hers Are ene as like as can be Mar. I would not scape And certainly I thinke the death is easie Cort. O t' is the easiest death that euer was Looke Nece it is so farre hence to the ground You shoulde bee quite dead long before you felt it Yet do not leape Nece Mar. I will kill my selfe With running on some sworde or drinke strong poison Which death is easiest I would faine endure Cor. Sure Cleopatra was of the same minde And did so she was honord euer since Yet do not you so Neece Mar. Wretch that I am my heart is softe and faint And trembles at the verie thought of death Though thoughts ten-folde more greiuous do torment it I le feele death by degrees and first deforme This my accursed face with vglie wounds That was the first cause of my deare loues death Cor. That were a cruell deed yet Adelasia In Pettis Pallace of Petit pleasure For all the worlde with such a knife as this Cut off her cheeks and nose and was commended More then all Dames that kept their faces whole O do not cut it Mar. Fie on my faint heart It will not giue my hand the wished strength Beholde the iust plague of a sensuall life That to preserue it selfe in Reasons spight And shunne deaths horror feels it ten times more Vnworthy women why doe men adore Our fading Beauties when their worthiest liues Being lost for vs we dare not die for them Hence haplesse Ornaments that adorn'd this head Disorder euer these entring carles And leaue my beautie like a wildernesse That neuer mans eie more may dare t' inuade Cor. I le tell you Nece and yet I will not tell you A thing that I desire to haue you doe But I will tell you onely what you might doe Cause I would pleasure you in all I cud I haue an Ointment here which we Dames vse To take off haire when it does growe too lowe Vpon our foreheads and that for a neede If you should rub it hard vpon your face Would blister it and make it looke most vildely Mar. O Giue me that Aunt Cor. Giue it you virgin that were well indeede Shall I be thought to tempt you to such matters Mar. None of my faith shall know it gentle Aunt Bestow it on me and I le euer loue you Cor. Gods pitty but you shall not spoile your face Mar. I will not then indeede Cor. Why then Neece take it But you shall sweare you will not Mar. No I sweare Cor. What doe you force it from me Gods my deare Will you mis-vse your face so what all ouer Nay if you be so desp'rate I le be gone Exit Mar. Fade haplesse beautie turne the vgliest face Thâ— euer Aethiop or affrightfull fiend Shew'd in th' amaz'd eye of prophan'd light See pretious Loue if thou be it in ayre And canst breake darknesse and the strongest Towres With thy dissolued intellectuall powers See a worse torment suffered for thy death Then if it had extended his blacke force In seuen-fold horror to my hated life Smart pretious ointment smart and to my braine Sweate thy enuenom'd furie make my eyes Burne with thy sulphre like the lakes of hell That feare of me may shiuer him to dust That eate his owne childe with the jawes of lust Exit Enter Alphonso Lasso and others Alp. I wonder how farre they pursu'd my Sonne That no returne of him or them appears I feare some haplesse accident is chanc'd That makes the newes so loath to pierce mine eares Lass. High heauen vouchsafe no such effect succeede Those wretched causes that from my house flow But that in harmelesse loue all acts may end Enter Cortezza Cort. What shall I do Alas I cannot rule My desparate Neece all her sweete face is spoylde And I dare keepe her prisoner no more See see she comes frantike and all vndrest Enter Marg. Mar. Tyrant behold how thou hast vsde thy loue See theefe to Nature thou hast kil'd and rob'd Kil'd what my selfe kill'd rob'd what makes thee poore Beautie a Louers treasure thou hast lost Where none can find it all a poore Maides dowrie Thou hast forc'd from me all my ioy and hope No man will loue me more all Dames excell me This ougly thing is now no more a face Nor any vile forme in all Earth resembled But thy fowle tyrannie for which all the paines Two faithfull Louers feele that thus are parted All ioyes they might haue felt turne all to paines All a yong virgin thinks she does endure To loose her loue and beautie on thy heart Be heapt and prest downe till thy soule depart Enter Iulio Iul. Haste Liege your sonne is daungerously hurt Lord Medice contemning your commaund By me deliuered as
your Highnesse will'd Set on him with your Guard who strooke him downe And then the coward Lord with mortall wounds And slauish insolencie plow'd vp his soft breast Which barbarous fact in part is laid on you For first enioyning it and fowle exclaimes In pittie of your sonne your subiects breathe Gainst your vnnaturall furie amongst whom The good Lord Strozza desp'rately raues And vengeance for his friends iniustice craues See where he comes burning in zeale of friendship Enter Srozza Vincentio brought in a chaire Benevenius Pogio Cynanch with a guard Strozza before Medice Stro. Where is the tyrant let me strike his eyes Into his braine with horror of an obiect See Pagan Nero see how thou hast ript Thy better bosome rooted vp that flowre From whence thy now spent life should spring anew And in him kild that would haue bred thee fresh Thy mother and thy father Vin. Good friend cease Stro. What hag with child of Monster would haue nurst Such a prodigous longing But a father Would rather eate the brawne out of his armes Then glut the mad worme of his wilde desires With his deare issues entrailes Vin. Honourd friend He is my father and he is my Prince In both whose rights he may commaund my life Stro. What is a father turne his entrailes gulfs To swallow children when they haue begot them And what 's a Prince Had all beene vertuous men There neuer had beene Prince vpon the earth And so no subiect all men had beene Princes A vertuous man is subiect to no Prince But to his soule and honour which are lawes That carrie Fire and Sword within themselues Neuer corrupted neuer out of rule What is there in a Prince That his least lusts Are valued at the liues of other men When common faults in him should prodigies be And his grosse dotage rather loath'd then sooth'd Alp. How thicke and heauily my plagues descend Not giuing my mazde powres a time to speake Poure more rebuke vpon me worthie Lord For I haue guilt and patience for them all Yet know deare sonne I did forbid thy harme This Gentleman can witnes whom I sent With all command of haste to interdict This forward man in mischiefe not to touch thee Did I not Iulio vtter nought but truth Iul. All your guard heard my Lord I gaue your charge With lowd and violent itterations After all which Lord Medice cowardly hurt him The Guard He did my Princely Lord Alp. Beleeue then sonne And know me pierst as deeply with thy wounds And pardon vertuous Ladie that haue lost The dearest treasure proper to your sexe Ay me it seemes by my vnhappie meanes O would to God I could with present cure Of these vnnaturall wounds and moning right Of this abused beautie ioyne you both As last I left you in eternall nuptials Vin. My Lord I know the malice of this man Not your vnkinde consent hath vsde vs thus And since I make no doubt I shall suruiue These fatall dangers and your grace is pleasde To giue free course to my vnwounded loue T' is not this outward beauties ruthfull losse Can any thought discourage my desires And therefore deare life doe not wrong me so To thinke my loue the shadow of your beautie I wooe your vertues which as I am sure No accident can alter or empaire So be you certaine nought can change my loue Mar. I know your honourable minde my Lord And will not do it that vnworthie wrong To let it spend her forces in contending Spite of your sence to loue me thus deformed Loue must haue outward obiects to delight him Else his content will be too graue and sowre It is inough for me my Lord you loue And that my beauties sacrifice redeemde My sad feare of your slaughter You first lou'd me Closely for beautie which being with'red thus Your loue must fade when the most needfull rights Of Fate and Nature haue dissolu'd your life And that your loue must needs be all in soule Then will we meete againe and then deare Loue Loue me againe for then will beautie be Of no respect with loues eternitie Vin. Nor is it now I wooed your beautie first But as a louer now as a deare husband That title and your vertues binde me euer Mar. Alas that title is of little force To stirre vp mens affections when wiues want Outward excitements husbands loues grow skant Ben. Assist me Heauen and Art giue me your Maske Open thou little store-house of great Nature Vse an Elixar drawne through seuen yeares fire That like Medeas Cauldron can repaire The vgliest losse of liuing temp'rature And for this princely paire of vertuous Turtles Be lauish of thy pretious influence Lady t' attone your honourable strife And take all let from your loues tender eyes Let me for euer hide this staine of Beauty With this recureful Maske heere be it fix'd With painelesse operation of it selfe Your beauty hauing brook'd three daies eclips Like a dissolued clowd it shall fall off And your faire lookes regaine their freshest raies So shall your Princely friend if heauen consent In twice your sufferd date renue recure Let me then haue the honor to conioyne Your hands conformed to your constant hearts Alp. Graue Beneuenius honorable Doctor On whose most soueraigne Aesculapian hand Fame with her richest miracles attends Be fortunate as euer heeretofore That we may quite thee both with gold and honour And by thy happy meanes haue powre to make My Sonne and his much iniur'd loue amends Whose well proportion'd choice we now applaud And blesse all those that euer further'd it Where is your discreete Vsher my good Lord The speciall furtherer of this equall match Iulio Brought after by a couple of your Guard Alp. Let him be fetch'd that we may doe him grace Po. I le fetch him my Lord away you must not go O here He comes O master Vsher I am sorie for you you must presently be chopt in peeces Bass. Wo to that wicked Prince that ere I saw him Pog. Come come I gull you master Vsher you are like to be the Dukes Minion man d ee thinke I would haue beene seene in your companie and you had beene out of fauour Here 's my friend maister Vsher my Lord Alp. Giue me your hand friend pardon vs I pray We much haue wrong'd your worth as one that knew the fitnesse of this match aboue our selues Bass. Sir I did all thing for the best I sweare And you must thinke I would not haue beene gul'd I know what 's fit sir as I hope you know now Sweete Vince how far'st thou be of honourd cheere Lass. Vince does he call him O Foole dost thou call The Prince Vince like his equall Bass. O my Lord Ahlas You know not what haz past twixt vs two Here in thy bosome I will be sweete Vince And die if thou die I protest by heauen Lass. I know not what this meanes Alp. Nor I my Lord But sure he saw the fitnes of