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Iacke Drums entertainment: or The comedie of Pasquill and Katherine As it hath bene sundry times plaide by the Children of Powles.
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Marston, John, 1575?-1634.
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cannot endure your countenance mee brule ang mee brule ang yow ha no compassion by gor me ang quite languish Last night me goe to bedd ang me put de candle behinde me and by my trote me see cleane torough me Me ang so drye me put a cold plattre at my backe and my back melt de plattre quite do so burne Pree you shew mee your bed Chambre mee will be secrete constant I loue you vnreasonably vell vnreasonably vell by gor Mist. Bra. In faith you make me blush what should I say Moun. Say no ang take it Or arke you one ting Say neder yea nor no but take it ang say noting Mist. Bra. You will be close and secret Moun. Secred by gor as secred as your sowle me wil tell noting possible Mist. Bra. Well Sir if it please you to see my Chamber t is at your seruice Exit Mist. Brabant Moun. Hee now me ang braue Mounsieur by gor ang me had know dis mee woode haue eate some Potatos or Ringoe but vell hee Me will tanck Metre Brabant vor dis by gor me am caught in heauen blisse Exit Mounsieur Enter Camelia and Winifride hanging on Planets armes Ca. Oh too vnkind why doest thou scorne my loue Shee that with all the vehemence of speech Hath bene pursued and kneeled too for loue Prostrates her selfe and all her choycest hopes As lowe as to thy feete disdaine me not To scorne a Virgin is mans odious blot Pla. To scorne a man is Virgins odious blot Wert thou as rich as is the Oceans wombe As beautious as the glorious frame of heauen Yet would I loath thee worse then varnisht skulles Whose ryuels are dawbd vp with plaistering painte Came. O Rockie spirit Pla. Breathe not in vaine I hate thy flatterings Detest thy purest elegance of speech Worse then I do the Croaking of a Toade Wini. Sweete Gentleman Pla. Peace you Rebato pinner Poting-sticke You bribde corrupters of affection I hate you both by heauen I hate her more Then I do loue my selfe Hence packe away I 'le sooner doate vpon a bleare-eide Witch A saplesse Beldame then I le flatter thee Came. Be not too cruell sweet Planet deare relent Compassionate my amorous languishment Pla. Ha ha I pree thee kneele beg blubber Cry Whilste I behold thee with a loathing eye And laugh to see thee weepe Came. Looke on my knees I creepe Be not impenetrable beautious youth But smile vpon me and I le make the aire Court thy choyce eare with soft delicious sounds Bring forth the Violls each one play his part Musick 's the quiuer of young Cupids dart The Song with the Violls Pla. Out Syren peace scritch-owle hence chattering Pye The blackt beakt night Crow or the howling Dog Shall be more gratious then thy squeaking voice Go sing to M. Iohn I shall be blunt If thou depart not hence go mourne and die I am the scourge of light inconstancie Exit Camelia and Winifride Thus my deare Brabant am I thy reuenge And whip her for the peeuish scorne she bare To thy weake yonger birth ô that the soules of men Were temperate like mine then Natures painte Should not triumph o're our infirmities I do adore with infinit respect Weomen whose merit issues from their worth Of inward graces but these rotten poasts That are but guilt with outward garnishment O how my soule abhorres them Yon 's my friend Enter Brabant Iunior I will conceale what I for him haue wrought Nice Iealousie mistakes a friendly part Now Brabant where 's thy elder brother ha What hath he built the Iest with Mounsieur yet Bra. Iu. Faith I know not but I heard he left the French-man with his wife Pla. Knew she thy brothers meaning Bra. Iu. Not a whit shee 's a meere straunger to this merriment Pla. Hit and be luckie ô that t were lawfull now To pray to God that he were Cuckoled Deare Brabant I do hate these bumbaste wits That are puft vp with arrogant conceit Of their owne worth as if Omnipotence Had hoysed them to such vnequald height That they suruaide our spirits with an eye Only create to censure from aboue When good soules they do nothing but reproue See where a Shallop comes How now what newes Enter Winifride and whispers with Planet Bra. Iu. What might this meane that Winifrid salutes The blunt tongu'de Planet with such priuate speech See with what vehemence she seemes to vrge Some priuate matter Planet is my friend And yet the strongest linke of friendship 's strainde When female loue puts to her mightie strength Marke Marke she offers him Camelias scarfe Now on my life t is so Planet supplants my Loue Pla. Friend I must leaue thee preethee pardon mee Wee le meete at supper soone with the good knight Exeunt Pla. and Winifride Bra. Iu. I I content ô hell to my delight My friend will murder me thin Cobweb Lawne Burst with each litle breath of tempting sweets Winifride speakes from within She intreats you M. Planet to meete Her at the Crosse stile Bra. Iu. Ha at the crosse stile well I 'le meet him there He that 's persidious to me in my loue Confusion take him and his bloud be spilt Without confusion to the murderer Exit Brabant ACTVS QVINTVS Enter Bra. Iu. and his Page charging a Pistoll Bra. Iu. So loade it soundly murders great with me Goe Boy discharge it euen in Planets brest Shoot him quite through through thou canst not sin To murder him that murdered his deare friend With damned breach of friendship when he is slaine Bring me his Cloake and Hat here I will stay To be imbrac'de in steed of Planet goe away Exit Boy I had rather die with blood vpon my head Shame and reproach clogging my heauie houre Then t' haue my friend still wounding of my soule With reprobate Apostacisme in loue O this Sophisticate friendship that dissolues With euery heate of Fancie let it melt Euen in Hells Forge Harke the Pistoll is discharg'de The Act of gory murder is performd'e Haue mercie heauen ô my soule is rent Enter the Page With Planets wound Come Boy the Hat and Cloake Go poste to Scotland there are crownes for thee Leaue Brabant vnto death and obloquie Exit Page Why now the vlcerous swelling of my hate Is broken forth Oh that these womens beauties This Natures witchcraft should inchaunt our soules So infinitely vnrecouerable That Hell death shame eternall infamy Cannot reclaime our desperate resolues But we will on spight of damnation Enter Camelia and Winifride Come ye poore garments of my murdered friend Mourne that you are compeld to hide his limbes That slew you Maister See Camelia comes I 'le stand thus muffled and deceiue her sight When loue makes head friendship is put to flight Came. Persist not still ô thou relentlesse youth To scorne my loue what tho I scorn'd thy friend Do not vpbrayd me still with hating him Do not still view me with a loathing eye For
Brabants sake do you but loue me sweet And I le not scorne him Why shouldst be so nice In keeping lawes of friendship didst thou e're heare Of any soule that held a friend more deare Then a faire woman Bra. Iu. O the sting of death how hath Brabant err'd Hence thou vile wombe of my damnation Oh thou wrong'd spirit of my murdred friend Thou guiltlesse spotlesse pure Immaculate Behold this arme thrusting swift vengeance Into the Trunck of a curst damnde wretch He drawes his Rapier Wini. Hee le spoile himselfe le ts run call for helpe Exit Camel and Wini. Bra. Iu. Now haue I roome for murder this vaste place Hush'd silence and dumb sollitude are fit To be obseruers of my Tragedie Planet accept the smoake of reeking bloud To expiate thy murder Friend I come Wee le troope together to Elizium Enter Sir Edward Camelia Winifride Ellis Brabant Sig. Twedle Drum and others Sir Ed. Hold hairbrainde youth what mischiefe maddes thy thoughts Bra. Iu. Forbeare good knight you neuer sinn'd so deepe As in detaining this iust vengeance To light vpon me but know I will die I haue infring'de the lawes of God and Man In sheading of my Planets guiltles blood Who I supposde corryuald me in loue Of that Camelia but iniuriously And therefore gentle knight let mine owne hand Be mine owne hangman Bra. Sig. Brother I 'le get you pardon feare it not Bra. Iu. You 'le get my pardon brother pardon mee You shall not for I le die in spight of thee Sir Ed. I am turnde wilde in wonder of this act Enter Planet and the Page Pla. Come Brabant come giue me my Cloak Hat The euening 's rawe and danke I shall take cold How now turnd mad why star'st thou on me thus Giue me my Cloake Hart is the youth distraught Bra. Iu. Ha doest thou breathe le ts see where is thy wound Pla. Doest breathe my wounde what doest thou meane by this Page Gentlemen I can direct you forth This Laborinth of intricate misdoubts My M. will'd me kill that Gentleman Now I thought he was mad in putting me To such an enterprise and therefore sooth'd him vp With I sir yes sir and so sir at each word Whilste he would show me how to hold the Dagge To drawe the Cock to charge and set the flint Meane time I had the wit to thinke him madde And therefore went and as he will'd me shot Which he God knows thought pearc'd his deer friends hart Then went borrowed that same Hat cloake Of M. Planet brought them to my Maister And so Pla. No more no more knight I wil make thee smile When I discourse how much my friend hath err'd Sir Ed. I will dissolue and melt my soule to night In influent laughter Come my Iocund spirit Presageth some vnhopte for happinesse Wee 'l crowne this euening with triumphant ioy I le sup vpon this Greene heer 's roome enough To drawe a liberall breath and laugh aloud Drum fetch the Table Twedle scoure your Pipe For my old bones will haue a Rownd to night Now by my troth and I had thought on t too I would haue had a play I faith I would I sawe the Children of Powles last night And troth they pleasde mee prettie prettie well The Apes in time will do it hansomely Pla. I faith I like the Audience that frequenteth there With much applause A man shall not be choakte With the stench of Garlicke nor be pasted To the barmy Iacket of a Beer-brewer Bra. Iu. T is a good gentle Audience and I hope the Boyes Will come one day into the Court of requests Bra. Sig. I and they had good Playes but they produce Such mustie fopperies of antiquitie And do not sute the humorous ages backs With cloathes in fashion Pla. Well Brabant well you will be censuring still There lyes a Iest in steep will whip you fort 't Sir Ed. Gallants I haue no iudgement in these things But will it please you sit Camelia Call these same Gentlemen vnto thee wench O there with thee my Katherine was wont To sit with gracefull presence well let 't passe Fetch me a Cup of Sacke Come Gallants sit M. Brabant M. Planet I pray you sit Young M. Brabant and Gods pretious M. Iohn Sit all and consecrate this night to mirth Heere is old Neds place Come sound Musicke there What Gallants haue you ne're a Page can entertaine This pleasing time with some French brawle or Song What shall we haue a Galliard troth t is well A Galliard Good Boy I faith I would thou hadst more roome Enter Katherine Ka. Once more the gratious heauens haue renewd My wasted hopes once more a blessed chaunce Hath fetcht againe my spirit from the sownd And languishing dispaire of happinesse A skilfull Beldame with the Iuice of hearbes Hath curde my face and kild the venoms power And now if Pasquil liue and loue me still Heauen is bounteous to poore Katherine Yon suppes my Father but my Ned 's not there I feare and yet I know not what I feare Sir Ed. Gallants I drinke this to Ned Pasquils health Pla. I faith I le pledge him would he had his wits Sir Ed. And I my daughter Fill me one Cup more No griefe so potent but neat sparkling wine Can conquere him Oh this is Iuice diuine Ka. Would he had his wits Oh what a numming feare Strikes a cold palsey through my trembling blood Enter Pasquil madde Pas. Vertue shall burst ope the Iron gates of Hell I le not be coop'd vp roome for Phaeton Lame pollicy how canst thou goe vpright O Lust staine not sweet Loue Fie be not lost Vpon the surge of vulgar humours You Idiot Riuet my Armor and Caparison A mightie Centaure for I le run at Tilt And tumble downe y on Giant in the dust Sit gentle Iudges of great Radamant Let not Proserpine rule thee Oh shee 's dead Now thou art right Eacus I appeale to thee Haue pittie on a wretches miserie Sir Ed. I am quite sunck with griefe what shall we do To get recouery of his wittes againe Bra. Iu. Let Musicke sound for I haue often heard It hath such sweet agreement with our soules That it corrects vaine humours and recalls His stragling fancies to faire vnion Pla. Why the soule of man is nought but simphonies A sound of disagreeing parts yet faire vnite By heauens hand diuine by reasons light Sir Ed. Sound Musicke then pray God it take effect The Musickes soundes and Pasquils Eye is fixt vpon Catherine Bra. Iu. Mark with what passion he sucks vp the sweets Of this fame delicate harmonious breath Pla. Obserue him well me thinkes his eye is fixt Vpon some obiect that seemes to attract His verie soule forth with astonishment Marke with what vehemence his thoughts do speake Euen in his eies some creature stands farre off That hath intranc'te him with a pleasing sight Pas. Amazement wonder stiffe astonishment Stare and stand gazing on this miracle Perfection of what e're a humane