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A27203	The wild-goose chase a comedie as it hath been acted with singular applause at the Black-Friers : being the noble, last, and onely remaines of those incomparable drammatists, Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher, Gent. : retriv'd for the publick delight of all the ingenious and private benefit of John Lowin and Joseph Taylor, servants to His late Majestie / by a person of honour.	Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.; Beaumont, Francis, 1584-1616.; Lowin, John, 1576-1659.; Taylor, Joseph, 1586?-1653?	1652 (1652)	Wing B1616; ESTC R13818	49,375	65

deserv'd as rich a match as you are Lel. Be not so bitter Sir Pi. You see this Lady She is young enough and fair enough to please me A woman of a loving minde a quit And one that weighs the worth of him that loves her I am content with this and bless my Fortune Your curious Wits and Beauties Lel. Faith see me once more Pi. I dare not trouble ye Lel. May I speak to your Lady Pi. I pray ye content your self I know ye are bitter And in your bitterness ye may abuse her Which if she comes to know for she understands ye not It may breed such a quarrel to your kindred And such an indiscretion fling on you too For she is Nobly friended Lel. I could eat her Pi. Rest as ye are a modest noble Gentlewoman And afford your honest neighbours som of your prayers Ex Mir. What think you now Lel. Faith she 's a pretty Whiting She has got a pretty catch too Mir. You are angry Monstrous angry now grievously angry And the pretty heart does swell now Lel. No in troth sir Mir. And it will cry anon a pox upon it And it will curse it self and eat no meat Lady And it will fight Lel. Indeed you are mistaken It will be very merry Ros. Why sir do you think There are no more men living nor no handsomer Then he or you By this light there be ten thousand Ten thousand thousand comfort your self dear Monsieur Faces and Bodies Wits and all Abilliments There are so many we regard 'em not Enter Bellure and two Gentlemen Mir. That such a noble Lady I could burst now So far above such triffles Bel. You did laugh at me And I know why ye laughed 1. Gen. I pray ye be satisfied If we did laugh we had some private reason And not at you 2. Gen. Alas we know you not sir Bel. I 'll make you know me set your faces soberly Stand this way and look sad I 'll be no May-game Sadder demurer yet Ros. What 's the matter What ailes this Gentleman Bel. go off now backward that I may behold ye And not a simper on you lives Lel. He 's mad sure Bel. Do you observe me too Mir. I may look on ye Bel. Why do you grin I know your minde Mir. You do not You are strangely humorous Is there no mirth nor pleasure But you must be the object Bel. Mark and observe me Where ever I am nam'd The very word shall raise a general sadness For the disgrace this scurvy woman did me This proud pert thing take heed ye laugh not at me Provoke me not take heed Ros. I would fain please ye Do any thing to keep ye quiet Bel. Hear me Till I receive a satisfaction Equal to the disgrace and scorn ye gave me Ye are a wreatched woman till thou woo'st me And I scorn thee asmuch as seriously Gear and abuse thee ask what Gill thou art Or any baser name I will proclaim thee I will so sing thy vertue so be-paint thee Ros. Nay good sir be more modest Bel. Do you laugh again Because ye are a woman ye are lawless And out of compass of an honest anger Ros. Good sir have a better belief of me Lil. Away deare sister Exit Mir. Is not this better now this seeming madness Then falling out with your friends Bel. Have I not frighted her Mir. Into her right wits I warrant thee follow this humor And thou shalt see how prosperously 't wil guide thee Bel. I am glad I have found a way to woo yet I was afraid once I never should have made a civill Suiter Well I 'le about it still Exit Mir. Doe doe and prosper What sport do I make with these fools What pleasure Feeds me and fats my sides at their poor innocence Enter Leverduce des Lugier Mr. Illiard Wooing and wiving hang it give me mirth Witty and dainty mirth I shall grow in love sure With mine own happy head Who 's this To me Sir What youth is this Leu. Yes Sir I would speak with you If your name be Monsieur Mirabel Mir. Ye have hit it Your businesse I beseech yee Leu. This it is Sir There is a Gentlewoman hath long time affected yee And lov'd ye dearly Mir. Turn over and end that story 'T is long enough I have no faith in women Sir Leu. It seems so Sir I do not come to woo for her Or sing her praises though she well deserve 'em I come to tell ye ye have been cruel to her Unkind and cruell falser of faith and carelesse Taking more pleasure in abusing her Wresting her honour to your wild disposes Then noble in requiting her affection Which as ye are a man I must desire ye A Gentleman of rank not to persist in No more to load her fair name with your injuries Mir. Why I beseech ye Sir Leu. Good Sir I 'le tell ye And I 'le be short I 'le tell yee because I love ye Because I would have you shun the shame may follow There is a noble man new come to Town Sir A noble and a great man that affects her A Countreyman of mine a brave Savoyan Nephew to th' Duke and so much honours her That 't will be dangerous to pursue your old way To touch at any thing concerns her honour Believe most dangerous her name is Oriana And this great man will marry her take heed Sir For howsoev'r her brother a staid Gentleman Lets things passe upon better hopes this Lord Sir Is of that fiery and that poynant metall Especially provok'd on by affection That 't will be hard but you are wise Mir. A Lord sir Lev. Yes and a noble Lord Mir. Send her good fortune This will not stir her Lord a Barronness Say ye so say ye so by 'r Lady a brave title Top and top gallant now 'save her great Ladiship I was a poor servant of hers I must confess Sir And in those daies I thought I might be jovy And make a little bold to call into her But Basto now I know my rules and distance Yet if she want an Usher such an implement One that is throughly pac'd a clean made gentleman Can hold a hanging up with approbation Plant his Hat formally and wait with patience I do beseech you sir Lug. Sir leave your scoffing And as ye are a Gentleman deal fairly I have given ye a friends councel so I 'll leave ye Mir. But hark ye hark ye sir is 't possible I may beleeve what you say Lug. You may chuse sir Mir. No Baites No Fish-hooks sir No Gins No Nooses No Pitfals to catch Puppies Lug. I tell ye certain You may beleeve if not stand to the danger Exit Mir. A Lord of Savoy saies he The Dukes Nephew A man so mighty By Lady a fair marriage By my faith a handsom Fortune I must leave prating For to confess the truth I have abused her For which I should be sorry but that will seem scurvy I must confess

'll send for ye Heigh ho my fit 's almost off for we do all by fits Sir If ye be weary sit till I come again to ye Exit Pi. This is a wench of a dainty spirit but hang me if I know yet Either what to think or make of her She had her will of me And baited me abundantly I thank her And I confess I never was so blurted Nor never so abus'd I must bear mine own sins Ye talk of Travails here 's a curious Country Yet I will find her out or forswear my facultie Exit SCENA TERTIA. Enter Rosalura and Oriana Ros. Ne'r vex your self nor grieve ye are a fool then Or. I am sure I am made so yet before I suffer Thus like a girl and give him leave to triumph Ros. You say right for as long as he perceives ye Sink under his proud scornings he 'll laugh at ye For me secure your self and for my Sister I partly know her mind too howsoever To obey my Father we have made a tender Of our poor beauties to the travail'd Mousieur Yet two words to a bargain he slights us As skittish things and we shun him as curious May be my free behaviour turns his stomach And makes him seem to doubt a loose opinion I must be so sometimes though all the world saw it Or. Why should not ye Are our minds only measur'd As long as here ye stand secure Ros. Ye say true As long as mine own conscience makes no question What care I for Report That woman's miserable That 's good or bad for their tongues sake Come let 's retire And get my veil wench By my troth your sorrow And the consideration of mens humorous maddings Have put me into a serious contemplation Enter Mirabell and Bellure Or. Come 'faith let 's sit and think Ros. That 's all my business Mir. Why standst thou peeping here thou great slug forward Bel. She is there peace Mir. Why standst thou here then Sneaking and peaking as thou would'st steal linnen Hast thou not place and time Bel. I had a rare speech Studied and almost ready and your violence Has beat it out of my brains Mir. Hang your rare speeches Go me on like a man Bel. Let me set my Beard up How has Pinac performed Mir. He has won already He stands not thrumming of caps thus Bel. Lord what should I ail What a cold I have over my stomack would I had some Hum Certain I have a great mind to be at her A mighty mind Mir. On fool Bel. Good words I beseech ye For I will not be abused by both Mir. Adieu then I will not trouble you I see you are valiant And work your own way Bel. Hist hist I will be rul'd I will y'faith I will go presently Will ye forsake me now and leave me i' th' suds You know I am false-hearted this way I beseech ye Good sweet Mirabell I 'll cut your throat if ye leave me Indeed I will sweet heart Mir. I will be ready Still at thine elbow take a mans heart to thee And speak thy mind the plainer still the better She is a woman of that free behaviour Indeed that common curtesie she cannot deny thee Go bravely on Bel. Madam keep close about me Still at my back Madam sweet Madam Ros. Ha What noise is that what saucy sound to trouble me Mir. What sayd she Bel. I am saucy Mir. 'T is the better Bel. She comes must I be saucie still Mir. More saucie Ros. Still troubled with these vanities heaven bless us What are we born to would ye speak with any of my people Go in Sir I am busie Bel. This is not she sure Is this two children at a Birth I 'll be hang'd then Mine was a merry Gentlewoman talkt daintily Talkt of those matters that befitted women This is a parcell-pray'r-book I 'm serv'd sweetly And now I am to look too I was prepar'd for th' other way Ros. Do you know that man Or. Sure I have seen him Lady Ros. Me-thinks 't is pitty such a lusty fellow Should wander up and down and want employment Bel. She takes me for a Rogue you may do well Madam To stay this wanderer and set him a work forsooth He can do something that may please your Ladiship I have heard of women that desire good breedings Two at a birth or so Ros. The fellow 's impudent Or. Sure he is crazed Ros. I have heard of men too that have had good manners Sure this is want of grace indeed 't is great pitty The young man has been bred so ill but this lewd Age Is full of such examples Bel. I am founder'd And some shall rue the setting of me on Mir. Ha so bookish Lady is it possible Turn'd holy at the heart too I 'll be hang'd then Why this is such a feat such an activitie Such fast and loose a veyl too for your knavery O dio dio Ros. What do you take me for Sir Mir. An hypocrite a wanton a dissembler How e're ye seem and thus ye are to be handled Mark me Bellure and this you love I know it Ros. Stand off bold Sir Mir. You wear good clothes to this end Jewels love Feasts and Masques Ros. Ye are monstrous saucie Mir. All this to draw on fools and thus thus Lady Ye are to be lull'd Bel. Let her alone I 'll swinge ye else I will y'faith for though I cannot skill o'th is matter My self I will not see another do it before me And do it worse Ros. Away ye are a vain thing You have travail'd far Sir to return again A windy and poor Bladder you talk of women That are not worth the favour of a common one The grace of her grew in an Hospitall Against a thousand such blown fooleries I am able to maintain good womens honours Their freedoms and their fames and I will do it Mir. She has almost struck me dumb too Ros. And declame Against your base malicious tongues your noyses For they are nothing else You teach behaviours Or touch us for our freedoms teach your selves manners Truth and sobriety and live so clearly That our lives may shine in ye and then task us It seems ye are hot the suburbs will supply ye Good women scorn such Gamesters so I 'll leave ye I am sorry to see this 'faith Sir live fairly Exit Mir. This woman if she hold on may be vertuous 'T is almost possible we 'll have a new day Bel. Ye brought me on ye forced me to this foolery I am sham'd I am scorn'd I am flurted yes I am so Though I cannot talk to a woman like your worship And use my phrases and my learned figures Yet I can fight with any man Mir. Fie Bel. I can Sir And I will fight Mir. With whom Bel. With you with any man For all men now will laugh at me Mir. Pre'thee be moderate Bel. And I 'll beat all men Come Mir. I love thee dearly Bel. I beat all that love

she was ever since I knew her As modest as she was fair I am sure she lov'd me Her means good and her breeding excellent And for my sake she has refus'd fair matches I may play the fool finely Stay who are these Enter De-Gard Oriana and Attendants 'T is she I am sure and that the lord it should seem He carries a fair Port is a handsom man too I do begin to feel I am a Coxcomb Or. Good my Lord chuse a nobler for I know I am so far below your rank and Honor That what ye can say this way I must credit But spoken to beget your self sport Alas Sir I am so far off from deserving you My Beauty so unfit for your Affection That I am grown the scorn of common Railers Of such injurious Things that when they cannot Reach at my person lie with my reputation I am poor besides De-G. Ye are all wealth and goodness And none but such as are the scum of men The Ulcers of an honest State Spight-weavers That live on poyson onely like swoln Spiders Dare once profane such excellence such sweetness Mir. This man speaks loud indeed De-G. Name but the men Lady Let me but know these poor and base depravers Lay but to my revenge their persons open And you shall see how suddenly how fully For your most Beautious sake how direfully I 'll handle their despights Is this thing one Be what he will Mir. Sir De-G. Dare your malicious tongue sir Mir. I know you not nor what ye mean Or. Good my Lord De-G. If he or any he Or. I beseech your Honor This Gentleman 's a stranger to my knowledge And no doubt sir a worthy man De-G. Your mercy But had ye been attaint of your Honor A blaster of those beauties raign within ye But we shall finde a fitter time dear Lady As soon as I have freed ye from your Guardian And done some honour'd offices unto ye I 'll take ye with those faults the world flings on ye And dearer then the whole world I 'll esteem ye Mir. This is a thundring Lord I am glad I scap'd him How lovingly the wench disclaim'd my villany I am vext now heartily that he shall have her Not that I care to marry or to lose her But that this Bilbo-Lord shall reap that Maiden-head That was my due that he shall rig and top her I de give a thousand Crowns now he might miss her Enter a Servant Ser. Nay if I bear your blowes and keep your councel You have good luck Sir I 'll teach ye to strike lighter Mir. Come hether honest Fellow canst thou tell me Where this great Lord lies This Savoy Lord Thou met'st him He now went by thee certain Ser. Yes he did Sir I know him and I know you are fool'd Mir. Come hether Here 's all this give me truth Ser. Not for your money And yet that may do much but I have been beaten And by the worshipful Contrivers beaten and I 'll tel ye This is no Lord no Savoy Lord Mir. Go forward Ser. This is a Trick and put upon ye grosly By one Lugier the Lord is Monsieur De-Gard Sir An honest Gentleman and a neighbour here Their ends you understand better then I sure Mir. Now I know him Know him now plain Ser. I have discharg'd my Colours so God by ye sir Exit Mir. What a purblinde Puppy was I now I remember him All the whole cast on 's face though 't were umber'd And mask'd with patches what a dunder-whelp To let him domineer thus how he strutted And what a load of Lord he clapt upon him Would I had him here again I would so bounce him I would so thank his Lordship for his lewd plot Do they think to carry it away with a great band made of bird pots And a pair of pin-buttockt breeches Ha! 'T is he again He comes he comes he comes have at him Enter De-Gard Oriana c. Sings My Savoy Lord why dost thou frown on me And will that favour never sweeter be Wilt thou I say for ever play the fool De-Gard be wise and Savoy go to School My Lord De-Gard I thank ye for your Antick My Lady bright that will be sometime Frantick You worthy Train that wait upon this Pair Send you more wit and they a bouncing Baire And so I take my humble leave of your honors Exit De-G. We are discover'd there 's no remedy Lelia Biancha's man upon my life In stubbornness because Lugier corrected him A shameless Slaves-plague on him for a Rascal Or. I was in a perfect hope the bane on 't is now He will make mirth on mirth to persecute us De-G. We must be patient I am vext to the proof too I 'll try once more then if I fail Hear 's one speaks Or. Let me be lost and scorn'd first De-G. Well we 'll consider Away and let me shift I shall be hooted else Exeunt ACTUS Quartus Scaen. 1. Enter Leugier Lelia Servants Leug. FAint not but do as I direct ye trust me Beleeve me too for what I have told ye Lady As true as you are Lelia is Authentick I know it I have found it 't is a poor courage Flies off for one repulse these Travellers Shall finde before we have done a home-spun wit A plain French understanding may cope with 'em They have had the better yet thank your sweet Squire here And let 'em brag You would be reveng'd Lel. Yes surely Lug. And married too Lel. I think so Leug. Then be Counsel'd You know how to proceed I have other Irons Heating as well as yours and I will strike Three blowes with one Stone home be rul'd and hapie And so I leave yee Now is the time Lel. I am ready If he doe come to do me Ser. Will ye stand here And let the people think ye are God knows what Mistris Let Boyes and Prentizes presume upon ye Lel. Pre'thee hold thy peace Ser. Stand at his dore that hates ye Lel. Pre'thee leave prating Ser. 'Pray ye goe to th' Tavern I le give ye a Pint of wine there If any of the Mad-cap Gentlemen should come by That take up women upon speciall warrant You were in a wise case now Enter Mirabell Pinac Mariana Priest Attendants Lel. Give me the Garland And wait you here Mir. She is here to seeke thee Sirrah I told thee what would follow she is mad for thee Shew and advance So early stirring Lady It shewes a busie mind a fancie troubled A willowgh Garland too Is 't possible 'T is pitty so much Beautie should lie mustie But 't is not to be help'd now Lel. The more 's my Miserie Good fortune to ye Ladie you deserve it To me too late Repentance I have sought it I doe not envy though I greive a little You are Mistris of that happines those Joyes That might have bin had I bin wise but fortune Pi. She understands ye not 'pray ye doe not trouble her And do not crosse