winds blow back the Seas agen And cover you that women henceforth may Beware and earnest love with earnest pay But I am patient and though in vaine I love I dare not therefore be profane May you arrive safely and soon and live In all felicity whil'st I here grieve And sigh and weep for you may not a thought Of yours remember me be I forgot Lest when you think how you have left me you Should give a stop unto your mirth and rue But one word more it is not yet too late To make a wretched Lover fortunate Let not my prayers sighes vows be spent in vain But as I do love you so love again And we will go together never part Till I your body have who have my heart Which had I in possession I should finde Ways soon enough to win your backward mind 24. Although she cannot number thousands even With some deform'd whom Fortune more hath given Shall want of wealth scorn'd by true happiness Resist my way or make me love her less Yet hath she a fair Portion and her Name From one of our best Houses Coritane And she is beauteous as a cheerful day Or Venus rising from her Mother-Sea Are not her teeth the richest Pearls and sure He that hath Pearls enow cannot be poor Are not her radiant eies two diamonds fair And we all know that those stones precious are Art not her hairs of Gold And what but it fit Makes wrinkles smooth Age youth unfit things Her beauteous Cheekes are Roses such as neither The Spring can give nor the cold Winter wither Her lovely Breasts are Apples of more worth Then ever the Hesperides brought forth Arabian Odours both the India's Good She in one curious body doth include Cupid in nothing more his eies doth miss Then that he cannot see how fair she is Jupiter for her would unthrone his Queen And Pluto leave his lovely Proserpine Neptune from Amphitrite would remove And Mars for her forsake the Queen of love She 's like a Soul before it doth depart Even all in all and All in every part No man hath seen her but to every Sence Of him she bettereth the intelligence He knows his eies are perfect in their sight That in no other Object can delight He knows his smelling's exquisite that doth When he hath felt her breath all others loth A perfume for the Gods most fit and sweet When they at Counsel on Olympus meet And Iris they or Mercury beneath T is likely send for her so fragrant breath A free and unconfined touching her Above the lips of Queens all would prefer Or sacred hands of bounteous Kings compar'd The pretious Down of Phoenix's being hard Unto her softer skin And her sweet Tongue Which chides in Musick and enchantes in song And strikes the ablest Rhetoricians dumb Is fit'st to plead the peace of Christendom He in the sphere of happiness will move On whom she pleases to bestow her love And have the most delicious Repast That shall her Hymenaean Dainties tast You that are beauty in the Zenith who Can find no Equal wheresoer'e you go My Love no longer cruelly despise But dart me mercy from your gracious eyes And we shall both be rich For I am sure Themselves no happy Lovers ere thought poore 25. To her obtain'd Past are my sighs and woes complaints and tears Nor am I longer subject to my fears Her frowns no more strike terrour to my soul Though I was wounded she hath made me whole Within the rank of happy Lovers I Am now enrol'd and march triumphantly Ore all the Crosses that before did stay And hinder me to enter in this way And sing the Boy-Gods praise who wanting sight Shot at my Mistress and did hit the White My happiness is such that Times to come Shall not complain I of my joys was dumbe Let him whose Mistress is deform'd or old Not worth a Sonnet nor a Line withhold Or if on such an heap of years or sad Chaos of features he will needs run mad Loose the true judgement of his eyes or think That Channel water's Nectar he doth drink Let him profess he 's happy ne're so much The World that sees her cannot think him such 'T were fondness in me that what ere my youth Writ in her praise I now should say was truth I would not if I could but to be just To her and to my self thus much I must I 'm so far from repenting of my choice That every day she 's dearer in mine eyes Dear heart and dearer to me then mine heart We 'l live in love and in our loves depart The World shall bless our Fates and they that come Into sad bonds wish happy Lovers dumb Funeral Elegies 1. On the Death of my very good Friend Mr. Michaâ—l Drayton PHoebus art thou a God and canst not give A Priviledge unto thine own to live Thou canst But if that Poets nere should dye In Heaven who should praise thy Deity Else â—ill my Drayton thou hadst liv'd and writ Thy life had been immortal as thy wit But Spencer is grown hoarse he that of late Song Glorianâ— in her Elfin state And so is Sydney whom we yet admire Lighting our little Torches at his fire These have so long before Apollo's Throne Carrel'd Encomiums that they now are growne Weary and faint and therefore thou didst dye Their sweet unfinish'd Ditty to supply So was the Iliad-writer rapt away Before his lov'd Achilles fatall day And when his voice began to fail the great 〈…〉 did assume his seat Therefore we must not mourn unless it be 〈◊〉 none is left worthy to follow thee It is in vain to say thy lines are such As neither time not envies rage can touch For they must live and will whiles there 's an eye To reade or wit to judge of Poetrie You Swans of Avon change your fates and all Sing and then die at Drayton's Funeral Sure shortly there will not a drop be seen And the smooth-pebbled Bottom be turn'd green When the Nymphes that inhabit in it have As they did Shakespeere wept thee to thy grave But I molest thy quiet sleep whil'st we That live would leave our lives to die like thee 2. On my dear Sister Mrs. Isabella Cokaine who who died at Ashbourne about the 18th yeer of her Age and lyes there buried IT is an irreligious pride to turne Away our eyes and not to see thine Urne For sure that body whose blest soul doth keep A Jubile in heaven while here asleep It lies in holy earth is every day Bless'd by good Angels that do pass that way And therefore we with reverence should eye The Sepulchres where Saints entomb'd do lye And every time that we do go or come Nigh where thine Ashes lye behold thy Tombe But when we see it should we weep our eyes Dry of their tears and then conclude in cries It is impossible that our complaints Should make a Diapason to the Saints â—an Hallelujahs song above
with you detain'd me not I should be griev'd that my joy for so great A fortune did not stupifie my senses And cast me into an eternal sleep Where is Anclethe he is much to blame In not attending you Cle. Whom speak you of dear Sir Car. My boy Cle. I do not know a boy of that name truly Nor I think is there Car. You do amaze me Cle. You may believe me Sir for I am he Car. Wonders in Riddles Cle. I am your Page Anclethe and sister to Lucora who for love attended you Disguis'd because I found for the great enmity Between our families my father never Would give me where I would bestow my self Car. Your Nurse did steal you when you was a child Cle. Most true This gentleman her son my friend Occasioned my escape by giving me A knowledge of my birth His true relation Can vindicate me from suspicion Car. I need it not Were you not she as I believe you are And mean of birth I should account my self A gainer by you Sir you have done that Hath plac'd you in my heart among those friends For whose sakes I my life will sacrifice Phi. My Lord you do indebt me to your service In your acquaintance I shall be most honour'd Cle. Sir if you please he will relate my Story Car. By no means keep it for your father when You do disclose your self But can you pardon Those incivilities I did commit When you was Anclethe Cle. Wrong not your self you did make more of me Then I deserv'd or could Car. But why my sweet Cleanthe would you not Let me know who you was before Cle. Dear Sir I saw how violent you was In your affection to my careless sister And had no hope you would leave her for me And if you did obtain her meant to do What my disastrous fate should prompt me to Car. Sweetest of all your sex Cle. But if you never got her and orecame Her obstinacy to declare my self If not but Love had triumph'd in your fall I 'de not have liv'd to see your Funeral Car. The Gods requite this goodness and make me worthy Of you my dear Cleanthe I contract My self upon your lips which we will perfect Ere you own publikely your Father for The enmity will make him charge you otherwise Cle. I pray you let us Car. A thousand thanks come shall we walk fair Mistress Cle. Conclusions fair the fates to them do give Who constant in their loves and faithful live Enter Falorus Car. Stay dear Cleanthe here is my friend he shall Partake my joy well met my best Falorus Fal. It seems you are not Tucapelo now Where is Lucora have you married her Car. No I have not friend Fal. Refrain I am your enemy embrace me not Receive my sword and peace this heart Carionil Gives his sword Car. He hath not yet descri'd you Withdraw a little dear Mistress Sir I pray you To bear her company for who can tell What in this phrensie he may do Exeunt Cle. Phy. Cle. Hereabouts we will await your leisure Car. What ailes my friend let me but know the man Is cause of this disorder in you and He shall not see the gray-ey'd morning break From th' oriental Mountains any more Let me partake of that unwieldy grief Hath bowd my friend so much beneath himself Fal. Leave complements Carionil and make A passage for my soul that it may leave So vile a habitation as this body And when I 'me dead rip out my heart and in 't Survey my fault for I want words and have Not impudence enough to tell it you Car. O what might be the cause this matchless frame And worthiest Cabinet that ever man Inclos'd his secrets in is so disturb'd Noble Falorus think to whom you speak It is Carionil whose life you do Make burthenous to him by the suspicion Of wronging him whom you have ever lov'd Fal. You do deceive your self I lately have Transgres'd against our league of amity If you desire to be a happy man And to enjoy what most you seek be kind Unto your self and run my body through Car. Can I be happy and Falorus dead No I should live a desolater life Then ere the strictest Anchorite hath done And wear my body to an Anatome For real sorrow at such a dire mishap Live then my friend and may you number daies Until Arithmetick grow faint and leave you Fal. You know not how much hurt you wish your self Would you torment me twice If not forget Falorus utterly and let me dye Car. I understand you not Fal. Would you have me blast my own fame by speaking My fault And have me Executioner Unto my self Car. Release your Soul of all her griefes and say From whence your sorrows have original Have you not oft told me of my impatiency Give me now leave to be as plain with you The angry winds never enrag'd the seas So much as some small grief hath done my friend I do conjure you by our former loves For sure not long since we were friends indeed To let me know why you are thus distemper'd I do not fear but I shall free you from This passion so precipitate and dangerous Fal. You are most good and get your self Carionil A name above the ablest character None like it can decipher you and would I alwayes had continued Falorus Then I yet had remain'd your friend But if You needs will know the reason of my fury Draw out the sword that when you have receiv'd it Your hand and not your words may strike me dead Car. Be not importun'd longer ease your heart For credit me I grieve to see you thus Fal. I am in love suppose the rest and kill me Car. VVith Lucora Fal. Too true now curse me into dust and with Your breath disperse me into aire but spare me Chide me not for my falshood and inflict But one punishment on me and be that the sword Yet hear me speak one word or two before I have not woo'd her nor have sought performance Of that free promise that her father made me But faithfully have temporiz'd with him Nor did I willingly consent unto This passion it did seise me violently Car. Be you more calme take her Falorus you have A liberty for me I speak in earnest Fal. Then all is well return my sword dear friend Carionil I will not hinder thee Gives him his sword My name shall not be blasted in thy sighes Fall worthless man t is pity I should live Offers to kill himself Car. VVhat mean you my Falorus for heavens sake leave And your own light rashly extinguish not I for Lucora do not care and have All my affection unto her recal'd And am engag'd unto another Lady I stole her from her chamber in my disguise And then bethinking me how she had us'd me I told her that I would not have a Lady VVho would prefer a Moor before me Her Slighting of me made me to leave her so
therefore all that can read and those That cannot learn If y' are not Learnings Foes And willfully resolved to refuse The gentle Raptures of this happy Muse From thy great Constellation noble Soul Look on this Kingdom suffer not the whole Spirit of Poesie retire to Heaven But make us entertain what thou hast given Earthquakes and thunder Diapasons make The Seas vast rore and Irresistless shake Of horrid winds a Sympathie compose So that in these there 's musick in the close And though they seem great discords in our ears The cause is not in them but in our fears Granting them musick how much sweeter 's that Mnemosyne's daughters voices do create Since Heaven and earth and Seas and air consent To make an harmony the Instrument Their own agreeing selves shall we refuse The musick that the Deities do use Troy's ravish't Gamymed doth sing to Jove And Phoebus self playes on his Lyre above The Cretan Gods or glorious men who will Imitate right must wonder at thy skill Best Poet of thy times or he will prove As mad as thy brave Memnon was with love To my very good Friend Mr. Thomas Bancroft on his Works A Done my friend lay pen and paper by Y 'ave writ enough to reach eternity In soft Repose assume thy happy Seat Among the Laureats to judge of wit Apollo now hath cal'd you to the Bench For your sweet vein and fluent eloquence Whose many works will all rare patterns stand And deathless Ornaments unto our Land Belov'd admir'd and imitated by All those great souls that honour poesie Against th'approch of thy last hour when He thee shall call from the abodes of men In his own Quire for thy exceeding Art Among renowned wits to sing a part Nor you nor any friend need to prepare Marble or brass a Pyramid to reare To thy continuall memory nor with A Mausoleum hope to make thee live All such materials time may devour But ore thy works shall never have a power While nimble Darwen Trent augments and while The streams of Thames do glorifie our Isle And th' English tongue whiles any understand Thy lines shall be grace unto this Land Our Darbyshire that never as I knew Afforded us a Poet untill you You have redeem'd from obloquie that it Might boast of wooll and lead but not of wit Virgil by 's birth to Mantua gave renown And sweet-tongu'd Ovid unto Sulmo town Catullus to Verona was a fame And you to Swarton will become the same Live then my friend immortally and prove Their envy that will not afford thee love To Mr. Humphry C. on his Poem entitled Loves Hawking Bag. SIR I applaud your enterprise and say Y'our undertaking was a bold assay But you have nobly don 't and we may read A work that all old Poems doth exceed Avant you Grecian Mungrils with your Scraps Fal'n from linde Homers or did Hesiods chaps Musaeus too for all Scaligers cracking With Hero and Leander may be packing Virgil be gon we hate thy slandrous tongue For doing the chast Queen of Carthage wrong Venusian Horace too hereafter may Put up his pipes and hearken to thy Lay. Ovid thy several witty Poems all From hence to Pontus into exile call Valerius Flaccus hang thy Golden Fleece Before some honest Tavern door in Greece Silius Italicus hence get thee far With all the tumults of thy Punick war And Spanish Lucan quickly call away Caesar and Pompey to Pharsalia Statius thy Theban story leave to brag And listen all unto Loves-Hawking Bag. Chaucer we now commit thee to repose And care not for thy Romance of the Rose In thy grave at Saint Edmonds Bury thy Hector henceforth Lydgate may with thee ly Old Gower in like manner we despise Condemning him to silence for his Cryes And Spencer all thy Knights may from this time Go seek Adventures in another Clime These Poets were but Footposts that did come Halting unto's whom thou hast all outrun For Sol hath lent thee Pegasus the Nag To gallop to us with Loves-Hawking Bag And welcome mighty Poet that alone Art fit to sit with Phoebus in his throne To Mr. James Stronge Bachelour upon his wonderful Poem called Joanareidos WHat a fine piece of poetrie appears Such as hath not been seen these many years So strange for matter and so strangly writ That Joanareidos is matchless yet The Iliads and Odysses must give way And fam'd Aenaeados yield up the day The high Austriados must also yield And Mortemâ—riados leave the field For where 's that poet all the world among That must not vail the bonnet to James Strong Thou bachelour of Arts or rather bungler Or bachelour in life to whom the stronglier sluts What else should move thee to commend thy That might'st have spent thy time in cracking nuts Or looking birds-nests or what 's best of these In eating butter'd cake or tosted cheese Hail our James Strong Strong James whose every line Draws like a cable all our wondring ey'ne And general applause from friends and foes And many strangers up and down he trowes O 't is a wondrous book each word doth smell As if 't had something in it of a spell The lines are charming and if I guesse right They will bewitch women to scold and fight Old Robin Hood your western dames excel Scarlet and little John and Adam Bell Clem of the Clough and William Cloudeslee And all the out-laws of the Greenwood tree Had Guy of Warwicke and the bold Sir Bevyes Stukely and Jonny Armstrong made their levies Of the most valiant Souldiers of their time And come to this siege th 'had been bet at Lime The Chubs in buff trembled when like to Turks The saw thy Joanes to rage upon the works plight They might have burnt their foes in piteous Had they but been their bed-fellows a night But oh their fury was so rash they kept That fire within for those they did protect So for their zeal unto the â—ause perhaps They pay'd them with a plaudite of claps Merciless then they were there is no doubt That spar'd no friends within nor foes without Nor within walls onely their valour lay But field too as thy title page doth say And I believe their mettle they have shown Under some Hedges if the truth were known But I digress their power to relate It is a theme onely becomes thy pate I for thy pains if such there can be found Wish thee one of thy Joanes and that Joane sound That thou may'st lime her and on her in time Beget a race of Joanes to fight for Lime O happy New-Inn-Hall where thou hadst luck Such savoury dregs of poetry to suck For all will say it henceforth must excel For rhiming Kates-Hall and Emanuel This Nation may report upon their Oathes As Coriate did exceed for writing Prose So thou for penning an Heroick Song Dost all surpass In meeter being James Strong A Praeludium to Mr. Richard Bromes Plays THen we shall still have Plays and though they may Not
live and spare All other things to feed upon that air 48. Ca. Germanici Augusti Epigramma de Puero Thracensi Thrax puer astricto glacie cum luderet Hebro Frigore concretas pondere rupit aquas Dumque unae partes rapido traherentur ab amne Praesecuit tenerum lubrica tecta caput Orba quod inventum mater dum conderet urna Hoc peperi flammis caetera dixit aquis A Thracian Boy on frozen Hebrus plai'd Till with his weight a breach i' th Ice he made Which from his body cut his tender head The rest being by the Waters swallowed His Mother sigh'd bestowing 't in an Urne That I brought forth for waters this to burn 49. Of Cajus Germanicus Augustus Germanicus was Drusus Son o' th high And the illustrious Claudian Family An eminent Poet to whom Ovid sent His Roman Kalander from Banishment His Cousin Agrippina was his Wife By whom he many children had His life At thirty four years age in Antioch Tiberius by poyson from him took Of all his many Poems nothing came Unto our Times but that one Epigram 50. To my very good Friend Mr. Francis Lenton Sir many years ago when you and I Frequently kept together company With Master Lightwood and my Noble Brother Sir Andrew Knyveton and some few such other Tom Lightwood made each following Anagram Which I illustrated upon your name While at the Fleece in Covent Garden we Drank roundly Sack in Rosen Cans and free There all was done in jest and so was took Pray laugh at them again now in this book 51. Francis Lenton Poet. Anagram Fil-pot Rosen Canne Filpot What Pot A Rosen Canne Who shall Frank Lenton shall that man But must he then turn Tapster No But fill for him he drinks unto He like a small Wit scorns to put My Friends health in a little Cup But like a Generous valiant man His smal'st health drinks in a whole Can But Poets Drink is surely Wine No Ale-house trash makes men Divine Why then Filpot and Rosen Can Except he be a Malt-drink-man He 's nothing less Glasses being small In Cans he doth drink Sack to all His Anagram is true and so His sack doth him true Poet show He therefore is a Gallant man And owneth Filpot Rosen Can. 52. Francis Lenton Anagram Nann Colts fire Nann Colts Fire That is Love For Love's a Flame But sure Nann Colt then is some curious Dame It may be not For he may carry perhaps Nann Colts fire in his Breeches have her claps Then Nann Colt is unsound and likely he Why should he fresher then his Mistress be Nann Colts fire once did burn his heart but lo It now hath setled in a place below I thought that Poets Wits should be of fire And not their bodies that flames did aspire 〈…〉 burnt Frank Be not dejected so 〈…〉 of Wine hath been you know And yet the better for 't and so mai'st thou By leaving her upon a solemn vow But thou may'st be her fire another way The Man that doth her heart and passions sway A goodly fortune to express desire To have thy brains distil'd by Nann Colts fire 53. To the World of Nan Colt If there be Lady that this Name doth own Or of inferiour condition A Woman in the world world witness bear We did not mean by this to injure her We knew none such he found it in his name And thus much said I hope w' are free from blame 54. To Mr. Francis Lenton refusing wine Dost thou endeavour Franke to leave thy drink That made thee such high raptures write think Or art a weary of the Muses for What els could make thee Phoebus Sack abhor It is our grief our mourning and thy shame That the Queenes Poet and a man of name Should drive Apollo from his breast with a Fine glass of six shillings or a dish of Whey Redress our sorrows and return again To wine and make thy head like Charles his wain 55. Francis Lenton Anagram Not Nel Cis Fran. Not Nel for she is fair and sound and sweet But Cis for she 's as common as a street Why should a Poet that can drink base drink After a Lady that 's deserving think Or why should you because your Characters Are good expect a Mistress like the Stars Because your Anagrams are rich to you Would you a Mistress rich in beauty too Not Nel Cis Fran is thine and use her well That 's make her tympanous belly rightly swell Blame not thy fortune but thine eyes or sure Some dark nights sport behind or ' gainst a dore What though she be decai'd like wither'd rose She is no ancienter then her best clothes You 'l say this Anagram is naught but shew Your reason for we all do know it true However 't is unfortunate you 'l say For Poets Loves should be as bright as day It is your name good Fran doth tell she 's foul And makes the world acquainted with her soul But you will ask why may not Cis be fair And Nel the homely One beneath compare This will not help you Fran for Nel is known Famous for beauty witness Sparta Town And Cis is yet and hath been ever since A common name for every Kitchen-wench You must be patient therefore and may thank Your name for this fine beast Not Nel Cis Frank. 56. To my very good Friend M. Thomas Lightwood Sir that I do expose these trifles to The world which we in jest writ long ago Pray pardon me for I am sure I do A greater wrong unto my selfe then you After so many troubles they remain Once more to make us laugh at them again 57. To my noble Cousin Mr. William Milward When I have wanted company sometimes I 've made my self merry with writing rhimes And I do hope that reading them you will Laugh too and pardon what you finde too ill For worth your approbation here is nought My whole book being a continual fault 58. To my worthy Friends the two Colonel William Bales So lov'd the two Alcides as you two So did Alcides and Paeantius do In the same steps that Noblest friends have mov'd And with as firm a love as they have lov'd You hand in hand have walk'd and work'd as high And glorious Actions of Amity Striving each others affection to out-go Yet from your Spheres of Honour look'd below On me and me into your friendship took Who here have link'd you with me in my book And that fair Fortune that your hearts inclines Grant us a life immortal in my lines 59. To my dear Cousin Mr. Robert Milwand Whil'st you retir'd at Alsop in the Dale With Poets and Philosophers converse And o're Voluminous Law-books do prevail And those hours you from study steal desperse Into your Oeconomical Affairs You mixe much pleasure with some easie cares 60. To my noble Friend Mr. Marmaduke Wivel After so many in the English tongue Whose happy Muses Epigrams have sung I have too boldly done and writ in
both towns and th'ods And thou wilt yield men that made this the Gods 97. Of the Gratuity given the Poet. The noble Senate for the fair renown From his immortal pen fix'd on their town Crown'd with six thousand crowns the Poets wit ' Would I had half so for translating it 98. Of Women The tree a Grace to Eden did appear Yet was prohibited our Parents there So Women as earths glories we esteem And yet how mch are we forbidden them It pleases Heaven to keep us all in awe To try our duties by a rigid Law 99. Of the same In Paradise a Woman caused all The ruine of mankind by Adams fall What wonder then if they o'recome us here When w' are more weak and they perhaps as fair 100. An Epitaph on Mr. John Fletcher and Mr. Philip Massinger who lie buried both in one Grave in St. Mary Overie's Church in Southwark In the same Grave Fletcher was buried here Lies the Stage-Poet Philip Massinger Playes they did write together were great friends And now one Grave includes them at their ends So whom on earth nothing did part beneath Here in their Fames they lie in spight of death 101. Of Augustus Caesar and Marcus Antonius Augustus was to Ovid too unkind Who him not onely banish't but confin'd Him had the noble Anthony o'recome He might have led his life and di'd in Rome But of these two great Romans this is known Caesar caus'd others deaths Marcus his own 102. To the Lady Mary Cokaine Viscountess Cullen Madam I hear you do intend to grace Your Rushen with your presence all this year You cannot honour a more noble Place If you resolve the Countrey for your Sphere And Lords and Ladies enjoy happiest dayes When in their homes their right Orbs they appear So Stars do glorifie Heaven that keep their Orders When Comets do presage ruines and murders 103. To the same Madam I do recant what I have writ As savouring too much of a countrey-wit And I fear Clownishness for where should your Fair Sexe live but in London evermore Bright Ladies in the Countrey we esteem As the Sun shaded by the cloudes doth seem So Pearls lie hid in Shells and Diamonds so Upon their solitary Rocks do grow As Stars grace Heaven your beauties do the town Which is the proper Sphere for them to own Hast therefore up you here will prove a Star Of Glory who move there irregular 104. An Epitaph of Colonel Ferdinand Stanhope Son to the Earl of Chesterfield who was slain about Shelford and lies there buried Here underneath this monumental Stone Lie Honour Youth and Beauty all in One For Ferdinando Stanhope here doth rest Of all those Three the most unequal'd Test He was too handsome and too stout to be Met face to face by any Enemy Therefore his foe full for his death inclin'd Stole basely near and shot him through behind 105. To my Wives Neece Mrs. Elizabeth Pegge I thank my Wife for my so neer relation Unto a mine of vertue of our nation To name your handsomness I do decline As to tell Ethiops the Sun doth shine You are as witty as the Lesbian Lass Who the tenth Muse so oft accounted was And chaster then the glorious Roman Dame That kil'd her self for vicious Tarquin's shame Thus I could prosecute your Worths but know Y 'had rather Heaven then men should judg you so 106. To her Brother Mr. Tho. Pegge The various manners you of men have seen And have in divers forreign Cities been And after three years travel are come home From Brussells Paris and more glorious Rome To fix you here for all your future Life I wish y'a vertuous rich young handsome wife 107. To my Wife My Mall how we desire both to go down And still how business stayes us in the town Since Plays are silenc'd by the Presbyter And Wine is grown so very naught and dear London seems frowning like a Step-dame now That look'd before with so serene a Brow Away therefore and let us hasten home To our Loves pledges our dear Mall and Tom. 108. Of Hubert Wypart Hubert Wypart a Leigios some years since My Servant was i' th Countrey and from thence Ask'd leave to go to London to be by At a Friends death of his condemn'd to dy For he he added loves me so I know That he three hundred miles and more would go To see me hang'd we could not choose but laugh Hubert had leave to go but 's Friend got off 109. To Tom Mullins Tom sell good Ale and since we do thee grace To call thy Room Apollo and the place With mirth and jests raise Oracles in be sure Thy drink have strength to make them both endure For it would an Impiety be of thine With base Ale to pollute bright Phoebus Shrine In lien of Eastern perfumes we will pay Sacrifice of Verinas every day Though we by mighty Liquor fall sometime 'T is accidental and a generous crime A fate that upon strictest Friends awaites When those that drown themselves in brooks Heaven hates 110. To his Wife What Vulcan's wife sell Ale Thanks Venus for 't The Goddess though did use another Sport Bess since thou likewise art a Black-smiths wife Imitate somewhat the Cyprian Queen in life But thou art old and honest therefore get A young Wench to fill drink that may be fit But thou too much of vertue hast therefore Sell Noble Sack and we will ask no more 111. An Epitaph on Mr. Isaac Coe who died about the 40th year of his Age. Here Master Isaack Coe of Lincolns-Inn A Glory to that house and to his kin Doth buried lie which Loss we needs must mourn And pay our tears as Tribute to his Urne But how can we call this his Sepulchre Whom all his Friends do in their hearts inter 112. To Zoilus Zoilus thou say'st my Epigrams are worse Then any that thy Censurer did curse Zoilus I am of thy Opinion too And therefore pray thee make no more adoo 113. Of Lupa One two three four five six seven eight nine ten Have lain with Lupa and all lusty Men Such as their Boasts of strength in each place tell Yet none of them could make her Belly swell But Lupa vaunts of this that she doth hate Her Belly should confirm what Men do prate A slanderous tongue oft Innocence traduces But when the Belly tells farewell Excuses 114. Of Cloe. One two three four five six seven eight nine ten Eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen Men Sixteen seventeen eighteen and nineteen more Cloe hath tempted to make her an whore Count how many she hath wish'd she had lain under And you will find it come t' a pretty number Yet none of them have ever known her bed For Cloe still retains her Maidenhead Sure she 's unhansome then No she 's a Lass As beautiful as ever Hellen was She is observed by so wary spies That hitherto she could not play her Prize But twenty t'one e'relong she 'l find
stuck With lesser lights we do esteem 't good luck For the great favour may each several scene Affect you more then Hebe's Nectar Heaven We can but wish't for if y' are come to day In expectation of a faultless play Writ by learn'd Johnson or some able pen Fam'd and approv'd of by the world you then We disappoint our Poet had never yet Hisses condemn or hands commend his wit Troth Gentlemen we know that now a daies Some come to take up wenches at our plaies It is not our designe to please their sence We wish they may go discontented hence And many Gallants hither come we think To sleep and to digest their too much drink We may please them for we will not molest With drums or trumpets any of their rest If perfum'd wantons do for eighteen pence Expect an Angel and alone go hence We shall be glad withall our hearts for we Had rather have their room then company For many an honest gentleman is gone Away for want of place as look ye you We guess some of you Ladies hither come To meet your servants wh ' are at dice at home You 'l be deceiv'd and therefore will dispraise And say this is the worst of all the plaies You ever saw but keep your censures pray Until you meet them here another day Our Poet is not confident nor doth Distrust his work but labours 'twixt them both He hopes it will be lik'd and well if not 'T can be but hiss'd at worst and soon forgot Actus primi Scena prima Enter Carionil and Falorus Fal. SHe has out-gone my belief by 't I did not think that project would have fail'd I cannot speak her Car. The Alpian snow is not more cold Fal. Her disposition is most strange Car. 'T were easier far To spurn the soultry Cyclops Anvil down And kick it thus into Atomes in the air Then to obtain her love It were my dear Falorus Fal. O think not so Carionil Car. Have I not cause Fal. At last after a constant and a brave pursuit She may be won Car. Could I but hope so much Did all the stars malignant influences Threaten fate opposite to my happiness I would not deem them worthy my observance But persevere till I obtain'd or fell Fal. Conjecture still the best Car. T is easier to advise then to perform Had you Falorus been so oft dismist Comfortless scornfully sent away By her own lips O heavens you could not think it Fal. I could and would Car. With hope friend Fal. Yes with an assurance Car. Upon what ground would you build it Fal. Upon a womans frequent dissimulation Can you believe when envious clouds deprive Your eyes from the suns beams that it shines not In these times young Ladies for a while Do mantle their affections in dislike Let not an ignorance of Virgins wiles Disturb your noble breast with weak despaire Carionil assume a confidence Were you inferiour unto her in blood Or any whit deform'd after her nayes You might suspect the period but seeing 'T is known as noble blood runs through your veins And that nature compos'd you in a mould As excellent as she was form'd in and With substance of as beauteous a gloss You need not let doubts puzzle you Enter above Lucora and Nentis Car. Stay and admire with me exalt your eyes to happiness Fal. Your Mistress and her Woman my Carionil Car. Lucora She 's a transcendent of Epithets Fal. I see a Lute let us escape their sight And it is likely we shall hear her sing Lucora Now give it me Is it in tune Nen. Yes Madam Car. Forbear awhile to play upon the spheres Ye servants to the Deities the Gods Will blame you if your musick keep the ayr Of her all-ravishing harmony from their eares A song 1. Sweet Diana vertuous Queen By heavens edict Guide of night That dost affect the medows green And dost in fresh-leav'd woods delight Like to thy Nymphs suffer me To consecrate my self to thee 2. Thou that for lust diddest transform Rash Actaeon to a Hart Either most strongly Maidens charm That men may never them divert From purity or else make Them other Harts for virgins sake Car. How a votress to Diana The heavens forbid that injury to earth Had the deceitful Syrens such a voice And bodies of so rare a form I would Nere come on shipboard for fear of being drawn To drown my self by swimming after them Nen. I do not like her Madam Luco Who ever yet spoke ill of Daphne fie Banish such impious censures from you Nen. Troth Madam I should have been glad to a been my Lady Apollo Luco O rellish more of purity Nentis Alas 't is a fraile comfort can come with a husband Nen. I think otherwise indeed Madam Luco Be all such thoughts remote from my breast My resolution shall be never to marry Exeunt Car. Now you have heard her thoughts Falorus Fal. That she disguises not her love you mean Car. True and I am most miserable Fal. My happy friend you will be T is an ignorant common custome among young ones to do so Car. But she 's a fixed star and cannot move Fal. Fixed in your heart t is likely But otherwise I doubt nor do you Car. Y 'ave sâ—ird a feeble belief within me Friend That the excellent Lucora may be won And I will nourish it unto some height Fal. A necessary that none must want which do Desire fruition of those whom they wooe Enter Jaques Car. O honest Iaques Iaq. My Lady presents her service to your Lordship Car. She is in health I hope Iaq. Very well And I am glad to see your Honour so though I say it Car. She is not towards another husband yet Iaq. No certainly Car. Methinks her fortunes should give her a various choice You are elsewhere employed I perceive remember my best respects unto your Lady Exit Iaques Y 'ave heard of my cousin Vandona Falorus Fal. But very little Car. She 's the most phantastick piece of womankind I ere chang'd breath with but a young one wealthy and truly not unhandsome Fal. Lorece does intend to make love unto her Car. Your brother my Falorus Fal. Yes so he told me Car. May he obtain her if you wish it Fal. Her estate would make the match a good one Enter Cleanthe Is this the boy you so commended to me Car. 'T is he and think him you worthy the praise I gave him Clean. He 'l come and wait upon you at night my Lord. Car. 'T is well Anclethe Fal. You spoke him not unto his merits Car. You are beholding to my friend Ancleth Enter a Page Fal. Your Lord 's in health Page And desires to speak with your Lordship Fal. Where may I find him Pag. He 'l be at his lodgings these two houres Fal. I 'le wait upon him presently Exit Page I am his servant Carionil I must take my leave Car. The Gods go with you He may be my father in
a fair pair of heels and be gone Lor. Well then spend this for me Phy. Y' are Sir the best part of a moralist you are most liberal Lor. Come Iaques Iaq. I follow you Sir farewell goodman Draculemyon Phy. The Gods bless me there 's a name Exeunt Proceed Phyginois and be fortunate This project will furnish me with mony to cloth me Both fashionably and rich enough and then I dare assail my Nentis with some confidence Politick Lovers seldom miss Smile heaven upon my plot that there may be A crowned Period to my policy Exit Scena Secunda Enter Polidacre and Falorus Pol. HOw do you like Lucora Fal. She 's a Lady above my thoughts much more my tongue Pol. Could not you wish her yours I have a desire to make her so Fal. Ambrosia Hebe's Cates are for the Gods Princes she doth deserve to wooe her love Pol. You undervalue her my Lord The best is not too good for him that gets her Your breeding has been worthy your descent I 've known you from your Infancy and am Desirous to make you mine Fal. He enforceth me to an acceptance I must temporize with him Most worthy Polidacre I cannot attain to a greater happiness on earth then to bear the name of your Son in law Pol. I thank thee my Falorus I le go presently get my daughters consent As you shall not want beauty with her so you shall not money I le take my leave Fal. I am your most humble servant my Lord. Exit Pol. VVhat envious Star when I was born divin'd This adverse Fate who having such a beauty Profer'd him would refuse it The pin'd man VVhom Poets phantasies have plac'd in Hell VVith fruit before him had not such a cross The true regard I bear unto my friend The brave Carionil must not be slighted The sacred truth of friendship ever shoo'd By force enfeeble all rebellious blood Enter Carionil VVell met my dear Carionil Car. I am happy in your company y' are my hearts best treasury Falorus Enter Lucora and Nentis But give me leave my friend Fal. O! I see the cause your Mistris Car. Retire ye Clouds and weep out showers of woe Because ye may no longer stand and gaze On her for whom the heavens their circuits go That they may see and wonder at her face Dear Falorus withdraw your self awhile Fal. The Gods assist your suit Car. Thanks worthy friend He withdraws Hail natures most perfect work and the continual Idea of my admiring Soul for whom if it be your will I must dye and by whom if it is your pleasure I shall live live in an unspeakable felicity by enjoying you who shall dye happily for wanting you and I cannot live in such a penury Nen. VVoo'd I had such a servant I should not serve him scurvily Car. Honour your poor adorer Lady with a gracious look of your beloved eyes and my misery for you both with commiseration and remedy Luco My Lord if you presume upon a womans Feign'd carriage to her wooers leave it now For if you 'l give me leave I 'le call to witness Every particular Deity we adore That I will never have a husband and For your saying you must dye for me I hold it A common Complement of idle Lovers And wish you so much happiness that you May live well without me Cario O be not so unmerciful Let not that tongue erre into virulent words VVhich could have cal'd Euridice from Hell Had your most excellent mother fairest Lady Inexorable been you had not been Nor Crimson Roses ever spread upon Your lovely cheeks nor had the world discover'd Two Planets more hath nature liberally Heaped the rarest perfections she could give Mortality upon you to no end No surely not can I believe that she Ment to enclose a mind infractible Within a body so powerful to subdue As you even your dear self was daughter to A beauteous mother so you also should Indebt the world unto you by your issue Be not so cruel therefore dear Lucora Let not your tongue degenerate from your form Luco Sir you have heard me speak what I intend Car. Be not a Tygres Lady Luc. Any thing but a wife Sir I must leave you and leave you this humour The Court hath many Ladies take your choice Nentis Nen. Mad am Luc. Come my Lord take my counsel Nen. I could use him kindlyer Car. What say you Lady Nen. Nothing my Lord. Exeunt Luco Nent Car. Doth a fair face presage a cruel heart I' st not a meer full contrary in Nature That the softest body should be hard'st to win Nature is grown decrepit and all things Sublunary erre against her rule of order Stir not then thou glorious Fabrick of the heavens And periodize the Musick of the spheres Thou ever yet fast fixed Globe of earth Whirl round in a perpetual Motion Ye Stars and Moon that beautifie the night Change rule with clear Hyperion and so cast Succeeding time into another mould Then with thy powerful beams Apollo draw The Ocean into clouds and drown the world So there a new creation may befall And this life be a life celestial Enter Falorus O all my happiness on earth my true Falorus Lucoraes beauty triumphs in my breast And shortly will destroy me There 's no beast That haunts the vastest Affrican wilderness Of such a merciless constitution She 'l never marry man Fal. She will Carionil Her father would have her and she has not so much evil to contradict his will where then can she make such a choice as you that in a duel your Grandfather did kill hers y'v e heard her oft protest she valued not Car. Does he desire it or does your love flatter me into a little possibility of obtaining her Alas if she could like me her father would very difficultly consent He loves not my family Fal. Polidacre could not hinder you were she willing But friend her father means to marry her His own lips offer'd her to me Car. O ye just heavenly powers then I am lost Sunk into misery beneath a spark Of this lives happiness Falorus you shall not have her Fal. I would not wrong my noble friend so much Car. A puff of wind and gone For her who would not Do all mankind an injury and out-act In horrid deeds all those that ere profess'd Licentious Atheisme unsheath your sword I will not take that life basely away Which next unto Lucoraes I esteem Yet stay Fal. He 's frantick withdraw this frensie O ye Gods Car. You are my friend Fal. I have been so accounted by you Car. Let me consult it out shall one word Na which is less one sillable friend extract Out of me all the interest that I Have to Lucora by affecting her But this is a safe medium a true friend Exceeds all words and syllables at height A man may nay he should poize equally His love and part unto his friend the justice of it Which is the full half
so that it appears They should be lov'd by 's as we love our selves But to a Mistress who would not give more Who can choose to give more the love that we Bear to a friend it is an accident a meer one But t is our nature to affect a woman And 't is a glory to preserve a Mistress Entire to ones self without competit ors My reason 's satisfi'd no friendship can Keep in the sword of any rival'd man Fal. Collect your self Carionil Car. You 'l fight with me Fal. I do not wear a weapon for such a Quarrel Car. What more affliction yet t is against manhood A most ignoble murther to take his life Who makes no opposition And yet if death Prevent him not she will be his Sad fates You shall not have Lucora Fal. You wrong our amity by this suspicion I swear I will not Car. How Fal. Consider dear Carionil I grieve To see my friend so over-passionate It is a weakness in you to be pittied Car. My love ore-sway'd my reason pardon me My best Falorus I believe your vertue Would not act such an injury against Your own Carionil Fal. Shall we walk and I 'le tell you all that pass'd 'Twixt me and Polidare Car. I am a thousand waies obliged yours Fal. You are my Carionil I wish no more From you then a perpetuity of love And that our hearts may never be unti'd Car. You are too worthy for my friendship Exunt Scena tertia Enter Antiphila sola reading Fair Antiphila hath hair Would grace the Paphian Queen to weare Fit to tune Heavens Lute withall When the Gods for musick call Fit to make a vail to hide Aurora's blush each morning tide Fit to compose a crafty gin To take the hearts of lookers in Able to make the stubborn kind And who dislike it t' be judg'd blind Though it is soft and fine it ties My heart that it in fetters lies It is a great I know not what I have not Poetry enough in me to give it a name These Lovers are the prettiest fooles I think in the world And t' were not for them I cannot tell what we women should do We desire nothing more then to be praised and their love to us will do it beyond our wishes I gave Philander upon his long importunity a lock of hair and see into what a vein it has put him I 'me sorry he had it not a week sooner I should then perhaps a had a Sonnet-book ere this 't is pitty wit should lie obscurely in any if a lock will give it vent I love him not I shood rather choose his father who is as earnest a suitor to me as he yet I know because of his age very few Ladies wood be of my mind but as yet I care for neither of them Enter Philander Now I must expect an assault 't is in 's ear already he 's very fine Phi. My dear Anniphila you have receiv'd Anti. Your verses Sir I have Phi. I am your true adorer for them Lady Wood your white hand had done me the honour it did them Anti. In what Sir you must explain Phi. That a touch of your skin might have ravish'd me into happiness Anti. The Lock has alter'd your discourse I wood it had shut your mouth Phil. Ther 's no need of that excellent Antiphila I wood rather deprive my self of my tongue then that any word of mine should be offensive unto you Anti. You relish too much of the Court. Phi. Polite words can never misbecome a speaker who hath such a subject Anti. Am I your subject you have cal'd me Mistress Phi. You are my Saint Lady and I must pray to you Anti. Saints hear no prayers some say Phi. Pray you shew otherwaies by granting mine Anti. Have you any more papers Phi. My mouth shall speak mine own errand Anti. You must pardon me now Sir I must leave you Exit Antiphila Phi. She yet is obstinate but I am free From doubt she will continue in that way There is no cause of fears in womens nayes For none of that sex means the thing she saies Enter Rosinda Now Tandorix where 's my father Ros Faith I know not Sir Phi. You are one of the melancholiest servants he keeps Ros It pleases you to say so Sir Phi. They all report so of you Ros I cannot tell Sir Phi. Y' are overlonely be merrier you shood put your self into more companie you should Tandorix I respect you for my mothers sake for whose last sad letter you was entertained here Ros I thank you Sir for your kindness Phy. Farwel Tandorix Exit Phy Ros My son perceives my sadness but the cause Deserves it fully t is now above a year Since I did write that I did drown my self And bare the Paper to my husband when I thought his memorie was somewhat lost And I inur'd unto this habit drawn To 't by a fond desire to know if he Would keep his promise to me with which oathes He oft hath made that never if he should Survive me he would take another wife But he as other men esteems no more Of perjury then common breath 't were fit That husbands vows upon the sands were writ Exit Finis Actus primi Actus secundi Scena prima Enter Lorece and Jaques Lor. I Am beholding to thee Iaques Iaq. I will be dutiful to your Worship Lor. I should be glad to cope with your Lady now methinks I am of a prompter expression then usual Lovers and the Muses are cater-cousins Enter Vandona My Vandona Iaques Iaq. I must vanish like a mist Exit Lor. Farewell grave Titan. I le out with a Poetical Soliloquie in her hearing for my Preludium The gaudy Stars are not more full of glee When golden Phebus setteth in the West Nor do the cheerful Birds with more delight Rejoyce at the new Livery of the spring Then I to have this miracle of beauty Enter within the knowledge of miue eyes Van. He speaks well I woo'd he meant earnest The Gentleman seems very deserving but he is something wild Lor. She shall be stoutly accosted Impudency is a very happy quality in a wooer Van. A comes Lor. Lady you are not a puny in the Court of Cupid and therefore I hope need not the tedious circumstances of an annual service I am bold to tell you plainly I love you and if I find occasion I will maintain it boldly Van. I pray you Mr. Lorece desist Lor. Never my sweet Vandona my descent I know you doubt not and my affection you need not Whilest I live I shall love you and if you die your memory Van. I shall be catch'd We widows are glass mettal soon broke Lor. I can do no more Lady and I will do no less Van. Your habit carriage and discourse Sir shew you a Traveller Lor. My boldness she means Sweetest Vandona I have been one The habits conditions and situations of many great kingdoms I have exactly gathered into my
do not dear Lorece for t is a good resolution Enter Clownish Maskers Lor. I see we shall have some odde thing Van. I wish Sir it may prove worthy your laughter Lor. My fair Vandona I believe you will have your desire Van. Iaques is among them he may move you Iaq. An'ether of you ask what 's here t is a Mask Which we Actors do hope will content you If not when it ends let us all part friends And of your attention go in and repent you I hope your Worships will say I have pronounc'd this well enough Lor. To my content honest Iaques Van. I 'me glad you like it Ja. Come Hymen thou fellow that always wear'st yellow Draw near in thy Frock of Saffron Once more I say appear before this gentleman here And this Lady in the white apron If the boy thou dost bring hath a voice fit to sing Le ts have a merry new Ballet Begin thou the Song and it will not be long We hope before he will follow 't A Song Hymen Say Boy who are fit to be Ioyn'd into an unity Boy They that will permit their wives To live pleasant quiet lives And will never entertain Thoughts of jealousie if vain Hym. Now Boy let this couple hear What should be the womans care Boy A wife should be secret true Most obedient and no shrew Should obey her husbands will While therein she finds no ill Omnes Such a Wife and husband too We do wish both him and you Lor. Prithee Sweet lets be married this afternoon and this shall be our Epithalamion Van. Stay my leisure good servant t' will not belong Iaq. Now if you please to cast a glance Hither ye shall see us dance Fidlers play begin and strike What ye see do not dislike They dance Lor. What a mad toy t is Mistris Van. Iaques this day use my wine-cellar you and your company May be as free in it as you will Hym. Her Ladyship sayes well Good now ho le ts go thither Without more ado Iaq. Goodman Wedlock where was your mind marle Is there not a piece behind yet I le not budge a foot till I have discharg'd it Hym. Out with it then Iaq. Mr. Marriage put me not out with your grining for an you do all 's spoil'd Gentleman and Madam you have seen What our Mask and performance hath been If you like both t is well and if but one Of the other wood we had done none For clapping of hands we care not two chips We are satisfied if you joyn your lips Lor. I thank you all Van. And so do I you now may go Iaq. And so we must for I ha done All 's done this last what do you call was the full end of it Hym. Why go we not Boy I am very dry with singing and dancing Iaq. Follow me to the wine-cellar Exeunt Maskers Van. You must keep your promise you are expected by this Lor. Lady I kiâ—â— your hand This is my vale as often as I come I le seal my welcome on your lips Farewell widow Van. Remember my service to your brother Lor. Command me any thing Exeunt Ambo Scena Quarta Enter Carionil Solus Car. The tedious winter of my many griefs Her calmer heavenly breath hath now blown over And all my tears and sighes are now converted Into a happiness will soon be perfect The gallant Courtier Paris Alexander When he had stole the young Atrides Bride The sister of the two Tindarides And with great triumphs entred into Troy Was sad and melancholy unto me How wise the Fates are Ere we can obtain Perfect frnition of the thing we love We must break through great difficulties tedious Unto the end that we may more esteem And prize our happiness when we atchieve it Thanks excellent Lady for your gracious promise May every Lover henceforth bless your tongue â—he hath prefix'd this hour to be the time Wherein I shall out-grow all hope and fix Upon the proudest height of fortunes wheel Hail happy hour This is her chamber window And this the door whereby she must escape Enter Lucora and Nentis above Shine well ye stars and let this project find Your influences to a lover kind Nen. See Madam he is come My Lord Tucapelo has not trespas'd on a minute Luc. Then is our parting near your new servant hath prevented your journey Car. Nentis Luc. Most honoured Tucapelo I am here In presence to give answer to my Love Car. Are you ready worthiest Lady Luc. I am my Love Car. Neglect your Jewels Gamara shall supply you Luc. I care for nothing if I have but you Car. Descend my Dear each minute is an age Until I crown my joyes with your possession Luc. I come Nentis farewell report that my Escape was uuto thee unknown and that I stole away when thou wast fast asleep I would not have thee blam'd for me Excuse Me to my father all the wayes I have Instructed thee in Descendunt Car. Cinthia triumph and let thy brother hear His eyes did never witness such a stealth Be proud in thy pale lustre and make known Apollo doth tell tales but thou relst none Not yet how tedious seems a moment Delayes in Love Would raise impatience in Olympick Iove Enter Lucora and Nentis But she is entred welcome sweet Lucora Above expression welcome my crown of joy I would not change for an imperial Scepter Luc. I am most happy in your love dear friend Thanks good Nentis My woman cannot go with 's Car. Then farewell Nentis Nen. May the propitious heavens crown both your heads with all fair fortune Car. Our thanks go with you Exit Nentis Luc. It is your promise Sir that I shall live Without contradiction in my Religion Enjoy my conscience freely your vow was solemn Car. I do acknowledge it and will perform it True not to be denied what a great frost chils my affection Luc. Then I le be confident Car. You may I am amaz'd and lost within a wonder Let me consider have I cause to love A Lady that hath so much neglected me That she hath prefer'd a Negro And t is likely When she knowes me will care as little for me As ere she did and if she meets with one Of this complexion I feign conferre Her perfect love upon the slave T is clear I have no reason to do it neither will I For I am free know liberty again This poor unworthiness in her hath loos'd me Would it not be a weakness in me let me argue it To bestow my self upon a woman of So obstinate a nature that she lov'd me less When she believ'd that for her sake I had Done violence upon my self It would be A matchless one beyond example and which Future times would admire but not parallel Luc. Come shall we hence delay is dangerous Car. No be it what it will Luc. VVe must not stay here long Car. Nor will we Luc. Alas what ailes my noble Tucapelo
Remember my Lucora all your promises And suffer not your obstinacy to cloud The happiness of this Evening Falor My excellent Mistris you have rais'd me neer The Zenith of all happiness and will you Now leave me on that mighty precipice To fall into a sad Abyss of misery Clean. My dear sweet Sister give me leave to trouble you With a few words aside I saw the Lord Falorus for your sake Between a great affection and firme friendship In as high a passion as you can imagine A noble and a faithful Lover to you He in his soul adores you I am confident And I 'm obliged by promise to become His Intercessor for your kind affection I do beseech you therefore grace your Sister Though bold being younger to importune you thus T'honor the Lord Falorus with your Love Lucor I dare not my fair sister be so cruel As to deny you in your first request I 'le entertain his flame and be his Bride I will be plain with you had you been silent In a ship bound for Spain I had gone to night With some Ladies of our neer kindred towards Lisbone And so avoided the Courtship of Falorus And all my Fathers continual importunities To make this escape more unexpected and The better to provide me for this journey I had consented when my father pleas'd To marry him but your intreaties have Prevail'd above all my resolutions Falor Dear Madam let me beseech your assistance Rosin My Lord I will desire her and am confident I shall obtain I pray thee my Lucora Submit to the intreaties of thy friends And let not thy refusal of Falorus Beget a sad look on this happy evening Lucor Madam you and my sister shall overcome And though my Lord Falorus you may taxe me For an obstinate disposition you shall find me Throughout my future dayes to made amends And prove a very loving wife unto you Falor Now you have fixed me in a fortunate And glorious life Polid. I thank thee my Lucora Iaq. Every body has his Sweetheart but I one or other take pity on me and let me not be a Cypher and stand here for nothing I see the fault is in my years otherwise Serving-men are not so slighted by Ladies To the Spectator Ladies Polid. Let us withdraw you all Shall suppe with me to night and we 'l design The happy day that shall each couple joyn Cario You that have Mistrisses do not despair To get them be they nere so proud and fair One way or other you have seen it done The Obstinatest Lady may be wone Exeunt omnes FINIS The EPILOGUE Lucora THe obstinate Lady yet is obstinate And careless either of your love or hate She dares continue so Nor will I beg Some friend within to come with his low leg And 's hat in 's hand to woe your praise It is So poor that I had rather hear you hiss Our Poet bad 's be bold For 's Play was good And that t' would take if it was understood And so we are For what 's our fate we must And will endure be 't lawful or unjust Unto your justice we appeal which lies Within your hands Do what you please and rise Cleanth O sister This is likely to spoil all Gentle Spectators also give me leave Ladies and Gentlemen if we have said Ought that hath pleas'd your ears or pastime made Our time we have spent well but if that we Have tedious been and you did sit and see With we ariness our Poet will repent That you this Comedy we did present Y 'ave paid the Actors wel we thank you know it And wish that you would gratifie our Poet He wants no money as the case now stands Yet â—rayes you to be liberal of your hands FINIS Trappolin creduto Principe OR TRAPPOLIN Suppos'd a Prince An Italian TRAGE-COMEDY The scene part of Italy Written by Sir ASTON COKAIN LONDON Printed by WILLIAM GODBID 1658. The Actors names Lavinio The great Duke of Tuskany â—forza The Duke of Milain Horatio Son of the Duke of Savoy Barbarine Machavil Two noble Florentines Mattemores A Spanish Captain Trappolin Suppos'd a Prince Mago A Conjurer Pucannello A Jaylour Bulflesh A Butcher Calfshead A Puritan Barne A Farmer Tiler A poor workman Whip A Coachman A Notary A Guard Officers Attendants Eo Meo and Areo. Divels Hymen Luna Mars Mercury Iupiter Venus Saturn Sol Maskers Isabella Wife to Lavinio Hortentia Wife to Sforza Prudentia Horatio's Mistress Hipolita The Captains Mistress Flametta Trappolines sweetheart Mrs. Fine A Plaintiff The PROLOGUE GAllants be 't known as yet we cannot say To whom you are beholding for this plaâ— But this our Poet hath licens'd us to tell Ingenious Italy hath lik'd it well Yet is it no translation for he nere But twice in Venice did it ever hear There it did take and he doth hope if you Have your old humors it will please here too He swears he hath not spoil'd it and protest We think it good though he doth none ot'h best You often have heard worse it 'h house before And had we made the Prologue wee 'd say more That labour he hath sav'd us cause he wood No partial friend should crie it up for good An excellent new Comedy as you say When you have seen 't he so will judge his plaâ— He is not peremptory like to some Who think that all is best from them doth come Ladies and Gentlemen you that do know To censure rightly as you think so do Our Poet scornes to beg your hands yet saith That at the end if he the favour hath This shall not be his last that he 'l endeavouâ— To gratifie you shortly with another How ere it takes he for your presence sends His thankes by me and hopes we shall parâ— friends Trappolin suppos'd a Prince Actus primus scena prima Enter Trappolin solus MY wench Flametta is a dear rogue the pretty fool dotes on me my Lord Barbarin can do nothing with her his pistols and jewels she cares not for And t is a handsome thing no Pomatum ere toucht her lips or painted her cheeks yet are they cherries and roses I am most happy to be what I am and to have the love of such a one as she Enter Flametta Flam. Good morrow Trappolin how does my Love Trap. First let us kiss and after I will tell For ever thine Flametta Flam. O thanks my dear Enter Barbarino Bar. The villain Trappolin has a handsome wench and which angers me an honest one I have spent many weeks about her but could never do any good she will not neither for love or money and see where they are a talking together Trap. Yonder is my Lord Barbarino My dear Flametta I am your Honours servant this free promise of thine I can never enough thanke thee for at your Lordships command How happily shall we live together in marriage both loving so well and truly Your Honours humble slave Let us kiss
He was a pander and corrupted youth Trap. You lie Sirra not panders but whores do that and not they neither if they be sound banish one of my subjects for such a matter besides were there no more in Florence but he Mac. Be not displeased we humbly pray your Highness For we did think we did it for the best Mat. I wonder at our Duke in this Trap. Well I am very weary I left all my train behind with my wife and rid as fast as I could drive that I might come unlookt for the better to see now you behav'd your selves which you have done bad enough When I was almost at Florence a saucy Varlet rob'd me and stole my horse from me so that I was beholding to my leggs to bring me hihither Barberino and Machavil come you hither both of you Mach. What is your Highness pleasure Trap. Sirra Barberino hold by Mach's breeches and stoop for on thy back I will ride to my Palace Barb. I le go fetch a Coach for your Highness Trap. The Devil take your Coaches stoop I say without more ado where is your obedience Matte I think the Duke 's run mad or foxt soundly at the least I know not what to think of this Trap. You Sirra Don run by my side supply my Lackeys office wonder not but obey Mach. There is no remedy heaven be merciful I think his Highness run mad for fear when he was robd Trap. Now on and do not loyter Thus like the Roman Emperours will I ride To triumph through Florence stumble not you had best Chariots them carried a Tuscan Noble me mine is the starelier and the braver way Eo Meo and Areo thanks Matte He jeers us and miscalls us Trap. On apace That I may quickly be in my Palace Exeunt Omnes Finis Actus Secundi Actus Tertius Scena prima Enter Horatio in prison Hora. UNto the man enthral'd black and obscure Is the clear beauty of the brightest day Through Iron Grates he only sees the light And thereby doth increase his misery Those whom he doth perceive in joy to pass Augment his wretchedness by making him To think that thus I lately was my self But admirablest Lady of the world Divine Prudentia may I die abhor'd By all mankind if I repine at all Seeing for thy sake I do suffer this The exquisitest tortures curious inventions make For thee I would think sports and undergo Mayst thou live happily and free from care And all my miseries of no moment are Enter Trappolin Trap. Eo Meo and Areo faith you are all brave Devils all on you and my father Conjurer an excellent fellow I love to see my self Meo thou art not the work of Moran No the Duke himself I seem I now must learn to walk in state and speak proudly I le play such tricks with my Lord banishers shall make me sport enough banish a poor man for doing courtesies it is against the law of friendship I am suppos'd a Prince the Florentines acknowledge me the great Duke what ever I do tho never so bad passeth with approbation poor Trappolin turn'd Duke t is very strange but very true Would the fates favour panders in this wise He were a fool besworn would not turne pimp Seeing Pandors Dukes become he is an asse That may hav 't will let the office pass O me Brunetto alas for thee man how camst thou there I think in my heart an there be a mischief in the world thou wilt be at one end orother on 't So ho Pucchanello Pucchanello Puch Who calls Enter Pucchanello Trap. That do I Sirra let me Brunetto out presently and bid him come to me Pucch Your Highness pleasure shall be done Ex. Trap. Alas poor Brunetto marl what he has done to be lockt in such a place I think in my conscience t is not for any Lechery for I could never get him to 't and many a time I have offered him many a good bit Brunetto to come into the Jayle I cannot tell what to think of it but be 't for what it will out he goes my good friend Brunetto who gave me a Ring shall not lie there Honest Brunetto Enter Brunetto Hora. Great Prince Trap. He makes a very low leg but I will not be out-gone in courtesie Dearest Brunetto Hora. Your Highness doth forget your self exceedingly I am your prisoner Trap. My best friend good Brunetto Hora. Beseech your Highness to remember your self Trap. So I do but never must forget thee I am glad to see thee in good health dear Brunetto Hora. I shall fall to the ground even now in this salutation beseech your Highness I am your prisoner your slave Trap. I am thy servant Brunento Hora. Wonders I am astonished upon my humble knees I do congratulate your safe and speedy return Trap. And upon my knees I do embrace thee Brunetto thou art an honest man my most sweet Brunetto Hora. I know not what to think nor what to speak Beseech your Highness rise Trap. Not without thee up Brunetto honest Brunetto up I say Hora. Beseech your Highness I am your humble slave Trap. I am thy servant Brunetto and as long as thou liest on the ground so will I too up therefore let us rise and talk away with your complements I cannot abide them up I say le ts rise thou shalt not stay I swear Hora. I am amazed by force I must obey Great Sir I know not what to think you honour me above all expression Trap. Honour a fig I love thee Brunetto thou art a good honest fellow I love thee with all my heart Complement with me and I will be very angry without more ado I tell thee I love thee Puchanello so ho Sirra Puchanello bring two chairs hither presently Hora. Your Highness Trap. Away with Highness I say away with it call me Lavin Duke plain Medices I cannot abide your Highness your Excellency your Worship I hate such idle slimflams dear Brunetto how I love thee I faith I do with al my heart and if I lie unto thee I would I might be hang'd Hora. Sure I am awake this is no dream Trap. We will live merrily together I faith we will Brunetto how glad I am to see thee in health come Sirra what a while ha you been a bringing a couple of chairs set them here Sirra and be gone Exit Pucchanello Brunetto sit thee down sit down man I say Hora. I will attend your Highness on my knees Trap. Why I am not thy Father am I leave fooling and sit thee down that we may talk together sit thee here I will have it so Hora. I am astonisht I humbly pray your Highness Trap. Pray me no praying but sit thee down sit thee here man Brunetto be rul'd Hora. On the right hand I know not what to think Trap. I am something aweary Brunetto and will not not sit without thee therefore I pray thee make me stand no longer obey me for I am the Duke