asse that will keepe promise stricktly In any thing that checkes his priuate pleasure Chiefly in loue S'bloud am not I a man Haue I not eyes that are as free to looke And bloud to be enflam'd as well as his And when it is so shall I not pursue Mine owne loues longings but preferre my friends I t is a good foole do so hang me then Because I swore alas who doo's not know That louers periuries are ridiculous Haue at thee Rachel I le go court her sure For now I know her father is abroad Enter Iaques S'bloud see he is here ô what damn'd lucke is this This labour 's lost I must by no meanes see him tau dery dery Exit Scaene 2. Iaques Christophero IAq. Mischiefe and hell what is this man a spirit Haunts he my houses ghost still at my doore He has beene at my doore he has beene in In my deere doore pray God my gold be safe Enter Christophero Gods pitty here 's another Rachel ho Rachel Chris. God saue you honest father Iaq. Rachel Gods light come to me Rachel Rachel Exit Chris. Now in Gods name what ayles he this is strange He loues his daughter so I le lay my life That hee 's afraid hauing beene now abroad I come to seeke her loue vnlawfully Enter Iaques Iaq. T is safe t is safe they haue not rob'd my treasure Chris. Let it not seeme offensiue to you sir Iaq. Sir God 's my life sir sir call me sir Chris. Good father here me Iaq. You are most welcome sir I meant almost and would your worship speake Would you abase your selfe to speake to me Chris. T is no abasing father my intent Is to do further honour to you sir Then onely speake which is to be your sonne Iaq. My gold is in his nostrels he has smelt it Breake breast breake heart fall on the earth my entrailes With this same bursting admiration He knowes my gold he knowes of all my treasure How do you know sir whereby do you guesse Chris. At what sir what i st you meane Iaq. I aske an 't please your Gentle worship how you know I meane how I should make your worship know That I haue nothing To giue with my poore daughter I haue nothing The very aire bounteous to euery man Is scant to me sir Chris. I do thinke good father you are but poore Iaq. He thinkes so harke but thinke so He thinkes not so he knowes of all my treasure Exit Chris. Poore man he is so ouerioyed to heare His daughter may be past his hopes bestowed That betwixt feare and hope if I meane simply He is thus passionate Enter Iaques Iaq. Yet all is safe within is none without No body breake my walles Chris. What say you father shall I haue your daughter Iaq. I haue no dowry to bestow vpon her Chris. I do expect none father Iaq. That is well Then I beseech your worship make no question Of that you wish t is too much fauour to me Chris. I le leaue him now to giue his passions breath Which being setled I will fetch his daughter I shall but moue too much to speake now to him Exit Christophero Iaq. So hee 's gone would all were dead and gone That I might liue with my deere gold alone Scaene 3. Iaques Count Count Here is the poore old man Iaq. Out of my soule another comes he hither Count Be not dismaid old man I come to cheere you Iaq. To me by heauen Turne ribs to brasse turne voice into a trumpet To rattle out the battels of my thoughts One comes to hold me talke while th' other robbes me Exit Count He has forgot me sure what should this meane He feares authority and my want of wife Will take his daughter from him to defame her He that hath naught on earth but one poore daughter May take this extasie of care to keepe her Enter Iaques Iaq. And yet t is safe they meane not to vse force But fawning comming I shall easly know By his next question if he thinke me rich Whom see I my good Lord Count Stand vp good father I call thee not father for thy age But that I gladly wish to be thy sonne In honoured marriage with thy beauteous daughter Iaq. O so so so so so this is for gold Now it is sure this is my daughters neatnesse Makes them beleeue me rich No my good Lord I le tell you all how my poore haplesse daughter Got that attire she weares from top to toe Count Why father this is nothing Iaq. O yes good my Lord Count Indeed it is not Iaq. Nay sweet Lord pardon me do not dissemble Heare your poore beads-man speake t is requisite That I so huge a beggar make account Of things that passe my calling she was borne T' enioy nothing vnderneath the sonne But that if she had more then other beggars She should be enuied I will tell you then How she had all she weares her warme shooes God wot A kind maide gaue her seeing her go barefoot In a cold frosty morning God requite her Her homely stockings Count Father I le heare no more thou mou'st too much With thy too curious answere for thy daughter That doth deserue a thousand times as much I le be thy Sonne in law and she shall weare Th' attire of Countesses Iaq. O good my Lord Mock not the poore remembers not your Lordship That pouerty is the precious gift of God As well as riches tread vpon me rather Then mocke my poorenes Count Rise I say When I mocke poorenes then heauens make me poore Enter Nuntius Scaene 7. Nuncio Count NVn. See here 's the Count Ferneze I will tell him The haplesse accident of his braue sonne That hee may seeke the sooner to redeeme him Exit Iaques God saue your Lordship Count You are right welcome sir Nun. I would I brought such newes as might deserue it Count What bring you me ill newes Nun. T is ill my Lord Yet such as vsuall chance of warre affoords And for which all men are prepar'd that vse it And those that vse it not but in their friends Or in their children Count Ill newes of my sonne My deere and onely sonne I le lay my soule Ay me accurs'd thought of his death doth wound me And the report of it will kill me quite Nun. T is not so ill my Lord Count How then Nun. Hee 's taken prisoner and that 's all Count That 's enough enough I set my thoughts on loue on seruile loue Forget my vertuous wife feele not the dangers The bands and wounds of mine owne flesh and bloud And therein am a mad man therein plagu'd With the most iust affliction vnder heauen Is Maximilian taken prisoner to Nun. My good my Lord he is return'd with prisoners Count I st possible can Maximilian Returne and view my face without my sonne For whom he swore such care as for himselfe Nun. My Lord no care can change the euents of war Count
O! in what tempests do my fortunes saile Still wrackt with winds more foule and contrary Then any northen guest or Southerne flawe That euer yet inforc't the sea to gape And swallow the poore Marchants traffique vp First in Vicenza lost I my first sonne Next here in Millaine my most deere lou'd Lady And now my Paulo prisoner to the French Which last being printed with my other griefes Doth make so huge a volume that my brest Cannot containe them But this is my loue I must make loue to Rachel heauen hath throwne This vengeance on me most deseruedly Were it for nought but wronging of my steward Nun. My Lord since onely mony may redresse The worst of this misfortune be not griued Prepare his ransome and your noble sonne Shall greete your cheered eyes with the more honour Count I will prepare his ransome gratious heauen Grant his imprisonment may be his worst Honored and souldier-like imprisonment And that he be not manacled and made A drudge to his proude foe And here I vow Neuer to dreame of seeme-les amorous toyes Nor aime at other ioy on earth But the fruition of my onely sonne Exunt Scaene 5. Enter Iaques with his gold and a scuttle full of horse-dung Iaq, He 's gone I knew it this is our hot louer I will beleeue them I they may come in Like simple woers and be arrant theeues And I not know them t is not to be told What seruile villanies men will do for gold O it began to haue a huge strong smell Which lying so long together in a place I le giue it vent it shall ha shift inough And if the diuell that enuies all goodnesse Haue told them of my gold and where I kept it I le set his burning nose once more a worke To smell where I remou'd it here it is I le hide and couer it with this horse-dung Who will suppose that such a precious nest Is crownd with such a dunghill excrement In my deere life sleepe sweetly my deere child Scarce lawfully begotten but yet gotten And that 's enough Rot all hands that come neere thee Except mine owne Burne out all eyes that see thee Except mine owne All thoughts of thee be poyson To their enamor'd harts except mine owne I le take no leaue sweet Prince great Emperour But see thee euery minute King of Kings I le not be rude to thee and turne my backe In going from thee but go backward out With my face toward thee with humble curtesies None is within None ouerlookes my wall To haue gold and to haue it safe is all Exit Actus 3. Scaene 1. Enter Maximilian with souldiers Chamount Camilla Ferneze Pacue Max. Lord Chamount and your valient friend there I cannot say welcome to Millaine your thoughts and that word are not musicall but I can say you are come to Millaine Pac. Mort diew Cha. Gar soone Max. Gentlemen I would cal an Emperour so you are now my prisoners I am sorry marry this spit in the face of your fortunes for your vsage shall be honorable Cam. Wee know it signior Maximilian The fame of al your actions sounds nought else But perfect honour from her swelling cheeks Max. It shall do so still I assure you and I will giue you reason there is in this last action you know a noble gentleman of our party a right valient semblably prisoner to your general as your honor'd selfe 's to me for whose safety this tongue hath giuen warrant to his honorable father the Count Ferneze You conceiue me Cam. I signior Max. Well then I must tell you your ransomes be to redeeme him what thinke you your answer Cam. Marry with my Lords leaue here I say signior This free ample offer you haue made Agrees well with your honour but not ours For I thinke not but Chamount is aswell borne As is Ferneze then if I mistake not He scornes to haue his worth so vnderprised That it should neede an adiunct in exchange Of any equall fortune Noble Signior I am a souldier and I loue Chamount Ere I would bruse his estimation With the least ruine of mine owne respect In this vild kind these legs should rot with irons This body pine in prison till the flesh Dropt from my bones in flakes like withered leaues In heart of Autumne from a stubborne Oke Maxi. Mounsieur Gasper I take it so is your name misprise me not I wil trample on the hart on the soule of him that shall say I will wrong you what I purpose you cannot now know but you shall know and doubt not to your contentment Lord Chamount I will leaue you whilest I go in and present my selfe to the honorable Count till my regression so please you your noble feete may measure this priuate pleasant and most princely walke Souldiers regard them and respect them Pac. O Ver bon excellenta gull he tak'a my Lord Chamount for Mounsieur Gaspra Mounsieur Gaspra for my Lord Chamont ô dis be braue for make a me laugh'a ha ha ha ô my heart tickla Cam. I but your Lordship knowes not what hard fate Might haue pursued vs therefore howsoere The changing of our names was necessary And we must now be carefull to maintaine This error strongly which our owne deuise Hath thrust into their ignorant conceits For should we on the taste of this good fortune Appeare our selues t' would both create in them A kinde of iealousie and perchaunce inuert Those honourable courses they intend Cha. True my deere Gasper but this hang by here Will at one time or other on my soule Discouer vs A secret in his mouth Is like a wild bird put into a cage Whose doore no sooner opens but t is out But sirra if I may but know Thou vtterst it Pac. Vtteria vat Mounsieur Cha. That he is Gasper and I true Chamont Pac. O pardone moy fore my tongue shall put out de secreta Shall breede de cankra in my mouth Count Speake not so loud Pacue Pac. Foe you shall not heare foole for all your long eare Reguard Mounsieur you be de Chamont Chamont be Gaspra Enter Count Ferueze Maximilian Francesco Aurelia Phoenixella Finio Cha. Peace here comes Maximilian Cam. O belike that 's the Count Ferneze that old man Cha. Are those his daughters trow Cam. I sure I thinke they are Cha. Fore God the taller is a gallant Lady Cam. So are they both beleeue me Max. True my honorable Lord that Chamont was the father of this man Count O that may be for when I lost my sonne This was but yong it seemes Fran. Faith had Camillo liued He had beene much about his yeares my Lord Count He had indeed well speake no more of him Max. Signior perceiue you the errour t was no good office in vs to stretch the remembrance of so deere a losse Count Ferneze let sommer sit in your eye looke cheerefully sweete Count will you do me the honour to confine this noble
occupation no more in corporation t is so pardon me the case is alterd this is law but I le stand to nothing Pac. Fat so me tinke Iuni. Well then God saue the dukes Maiesty is this any harme now speake is this any harme now Oni. No nor good neither Sbloud Iuni. Do you laugh at me do you laugh at me do you laugh at me Valen. I sir we do Iunip. You do indeed Valen. I indeed sir Iuni. T is sufficient Page carry my purse dog me Exit Oni. Gentlemen leaue him not you see in what case he is he is not in aduersity his purse is full of money leaue him not Enter Angelo with Rachel Exeunt Ang. Nay gentle Rachel Rach. Away forbeare vngentle Angelo Touch not my body with those impious hands That like hot Irons seare my trembling heart And make it hisse at your disloyalty Enter Chamount Paulo Ferneze Was this your drift to vse Fernezes name Was he your fittest stale ô wild dishonor Pau. Stay noble sir Ange. Sbloud how like a puppet do you talke now Dishonor what dishonor come come foole Nay then I see y' are peeuish S'heart dishonor To haue you to a priest and marry you And put you in an honorable state Rach. To marry me ô heauen can it be That men should liue with such vnfeeling soules Without or touch or conscience of religion Or that their warping appetites should spoile Those honor'd formes that the true seale of friendship Had set vpon their faces Ange. Do you heare what needs all this say will you haue me or no Rach. I l'e haue you gone and leaue me if you would Ange. Leaue you I was accurst to bring you hither And make so faire an offer to a foole A pox vpon you why should you be coy What good thing haue you in you to be proud of Are y'any other then a beggars daughter Because you haue beauty O Gods light a blast Pau. I Angelo Ange. You scornefull baggage I lou'd thee not so much but now I hate thee Rach. Vpon my knees you heauenly powers I thanke you That thus haue tam'd his wild affections Ange. This will not do I must to her againe Rachel ô that thou sawst my heart or didst behold The place from whence that scalding sigh euented Rachel by Iesu I loue thee as my soule Rachel sweet Rachel Rach. What againe returnd vnto this violent passion Ange. Do but heare me by heauen I loue you Rachel Rach. Pray forbeare ô that my Lord Ferneze were but here Ange. Sbloud and he were what would he do Pau. This would he do base villaine Rach. My deere Lord Pau. Thou monster euen the soule of trechery O what dishonord title of reproch May my tongue spit in thy deserued face Me thinkes my very presence should inuert The steeled organs of those traytrous eyes To take into thy heart and pierce it through Turn'st thou them on the ground wretch dig a graue With their sharp points to hide th' abhorred head Sweet loue thy wrongs haue beene too violent Since my departure from thee I perceiue But now true comfort shall againe appeare And like an armed angell guard thee safe From all th' assaults of couered villany Come Mounsieur let 's go leaue this wretch to his despaire Ange. My noble Ferneze Pau. What canst thou speake to me and not thy tongue Forc't with the torment of thy guilty soule Breake that infected circle of thy mouth Like the rude clapper of a crazed bell I that in thy bosome lodg'd my soule With all her traine of secrets thinking them To be as safe and richly entertained As in a Princes court or tower of strength And thou to proue a traitor to my trust And basely to expose it ô this world Ange. My honorable Lord Pau. The very owle whō other birds do stare wonder at Shall hoot at thee and snakes in euery bush Shall deafe thine eares with their Cha. Nay good my Lord giue end vnto your passions Ange. You shall see I will redeeme your lost opinion Rach. My Lord beleeue him Cha. Come be satisfied sweet Lord you know our haste Let vs to horse the time for my engaged returne is past Be friends againe take him along with you Pau. Come signior Angelo hereafter proue more true Exeunt Enter Count Ferneze Maximillian Francesco Count Tut Maximillian for your honor'd selfe I am perswaded but no words shall turne The edge of purposd vengeance on that wretch Come bring him forth to execution Enter Camillo bound with seruants I le hang him for my sonne he shall not scape Had he an hundred liues Tell me vile slaue Thinkest thou I loue my sonne is he my flesh Is he my bloud my life and shall all these be torturd for thy sake and not reueng'd trusse vp the villaine Max. My Lord there is no law to confirme this action T is dishonorable Count Dishonorable Maximilian It is dishonorable in Chamount the day of his prefixt returne is past and he shall pay for t Cam. My Lord my Lord Vse your extreamest vengeance I le be glad To suffer ten times more for such a friend Count O resolute and peremptory wretch Fran. My honored Lord let vs intreat a word Count I le heare no more I say he shall not liue My selfe will do it Stay what forme is this Stands betwixt him and me and holds my hand What miracle is this t is my owne fancy Carues this impression in me my soft nature That euer hath retaind such foolish pitty Of the most abiect creatures misery That it abhorres it what a child am I To haue a child Ay me my son my son Enter Christophero Chris. O my deere loue what is become of thee What vniust absence layest thou on my brest Like waights of lead when swords are at my backe That run me through with thy vnkind flight My gentle disposition waxeth wild I shall run frantike ô my loue my loue Enter Iaques Iaq. My gold my gold my life my soule my heauen What is become of thee see I le impart My miserable losse to my good Lord Let me haue search my Lord my gold is gone Count My sonne Christophero thinkst it possible I euer shall behold his face againe Chris. O father wher 's my loue were you so carelesse To let an vnthrift steale away your child Iaq. I know your Lordship may find out my gold For Gods sake pitty me iustice sweet Lord Count Now they haue yong Chamount Christophero Surely they neuer will restore my sonne Chris. Who would haue thought you could haue beene so carelesse to loose your onely daughter Iaq. Who would thinke That looking to my gold with such hares eyes That euer open I euen when thy sleepe I thus should loose my gold my noble Lord what saies your Lordship Count O my sonne my sonne Chris. My deerest Rachel Iaq. My most hony gold Count Heare me Christophero Chris. Nay heare me Iaques Iaq. Heare me most honor'd Lord Max. What
rule is here Count O God that we should let Chamount escape Enter Aurelia Phoenixella Chris. I and that Rachel such a vertuous mayd should be thus stolne away Iaq. And that my gold being so hid in earth should bee found out Max. O confusion of languages yet no tower of Babel Fran. Ladies beshrew me if you come not fit to make a iangling consort will you laugh to see three constant passions Max. Stand by I will vrge them sweet Count will you be comforted Count It cannot be but he is handled the most cruelly That euer any noble prisoner was Max. Steward go cheere my Lord Chris. Well if Rachel tooke her flight willingly Max. Sirrah speake you touching your daughters flight Iaq. O that I could so soone forget to know the thiefe againe that had my gold my gold Max. Is not this pure Count O thou base wretch I le drag thee through the streets Enter Balthasar and whispers with him And as a monster make thee wondred at how now Phoen. Sweet Gentleman how too vnworthily Art thou thus tortured braue Maximillian Pitty the poore youth and appease my father Count How my sonne returnd O Maximillian Francisco daughters bid him enter here Enter Chamount Ferneze Rachel Angelo Dost thou not mocke me O my deere Paulo welcome Max. My Lord Chamount Cha. My Gasper Chris. Rachel Iaq. My gold Rachel my gold Count Some body bid the begger cease his noise Chris. O signior Angelo would you deceiue Your honest friend that simply trusted you Well Rachel I am glad tho' art here againe Ang. I faith she is not for you steward Iaq. I beseech you maddam vrge your father Phoe. I will anon good Iaques be content Aur. Now God a mercy fortune and sweet Venus Let Cupid do his part and all is well Phoe. Me thinks my heart 's in heauen with this comfort Cha. Is this the true Italian courtesie Ferneze were you torturd thus in France by my soules safety Count My most noble Lord I do beseech your Lordship Cha. Honored Count wrong not your age with flexure of a knee I do impute it to those cares and griefes That did torment you in your absent sonne Count O worthy gentlemen I am shamd That my extreame affection to my sonne Should giue my honour so vncur'd a maine But my first sonne being in Vicenza lost Cha. How in Vicenza lost you a sonne there About what time my Lord Count O the same night wherein your noble father tooke the towne Cha. How long 's that since my Lord can you remember Count T is now well nie vpon the twentith yeare Cha. And how old was he then Count I cannot tel betweene the yeares of three and soure I take it Cha. Had he no speciall note in his attire Or otherwise that you can call to mind Count I cannot well remember his attire But I haue often heard his mother say He had about his necke a tablet Giuen to him by the Emperour Sigismund His Godfather with this inscription Vnder the figure of a siluer Globe En minimo mundus Cha. How did you call your sonne my Lord Count Camillo Lord Chamount Cha. Then no more my Gasper but Camillo Take notice of your father gentlemen Stand not amazd here is a tablet With that inscription found about his necke That night and in Vicenza by my father Who being ignorant what name he had Christned him Gasper nor did I reueale This secret till this hower to any man Count O happy reuelation ô blest hower ô my Camillo Phoe. O strange my brother Fran. Maximilion behold how the aboundance of his ioy Drownds him in teares of gladnesse Count O my boy forgiue thy fathers late austerity Max. My Lord I deliuered as much before but your honour would not be perswaded I will heareafter giue more obseruance to my visions I drempt of this Iaq. I can be still no longer my good Lord Do a poore man some grace mongst all your ioyes Count Why what 's the matter Iaques Iaq. I am robd I am vndone my Lord robd and vndone A heape of thirty thousand golden crownes Stolne from me in one minute and I feare By her confedracy that cals me father But she 's none of mine therefore sweet Lord Let her be tortured to confesse the truth Max. More wonders yet Count How Iaques is not Rachel then thy daughter Iaq. No I disclaime in her I spit at her
smother your conceipts of that you keepe But yet I maruell why these gallant youths Spoke me so faire and I esteemd a beggar The end of flattery is gaine or lechery If they seeke gaine of me they thinke me rich But that they do not for their other obiect T is in my handsome daughter if it be And by your leaue her handsomnesse may tell them My beggery counterfeits and that her neatnesse Flowes from some store of wealth that breakes my coffers With this same engine loue to mine owne breed But this is answered Beggers will keepe fine Their daughters being faire though themselues pine Well then it is for her I t' is sure for her And I make her so briske for some of them That I might liue alone once with my gold O t' is a sweet companion kind and true A man may trust it when his father cheats him Brother or friend or wife ô wondrous pelfe That which makes all men false is true it selfe But now this maid is but suppos'd my daughter For I being Steward to a Lord of France Of great estate and wealth called Lord Chammount He gone into the warres I stole his treasure But heare not any thing I stole his treasure And this his daughter being but two yeares old Because it lou'd me so that it would leaue The nurse her selfe to come into mine armes And had I left it it would sure haue dyed Now herein I was kinde and had a conscience And since her Lady mother that did dye In child-bed of her loued me passing well It may be nature fashiond this affection Both in the child and her but hee s ill bred That ransackes tombes and doth deface the dead I 'le therefore say no more suppose the rest Here haue I chang'd my forme my name and hers And liue obsurely to enioy more safe Enter Rachel My deerest treasure But I must abroad Rachel Rach. VVhat is your pleasure sir Iaq. Rachel I must abroad Lock thy selfe in but yet take out the key That whosoeuer peepes in at the key-hole May yet imagine there is none at home Rach. I will sir Iaq. But harke thee Rachel say a theefe should come And misse the key he would resoule indeede None were at home and so breake in the rather Ope the doore Rachel set it open daughter But sit in it thy selfe and talke alowd As if there were some more in house with thee Put out the fire kill the chimnies hart That it may breath no more then a dead man The more we spare my child the more we gaine Exeunt Scaene 2. Enter Christophero Iuniper and Onion CHrist. What sayes my fellow Onion come on Oni. All of a house sir but no fellowes you are my Lords Steward but I pray you what thinke you of loue sir Christ Of loue Onion Why it 's a very honourable humor Oni. Nay if it be but worshipfull I care not Iunip. Go to it 's honorable checke not at the conceit of the Gentleman Oni. But in truth sir you shall do well to think well of loue For it thinkes well of you in me I assure you Chris. Gramercy fellow Onion I do thinke well thou art in loue art thou Oni. Partly sir but I am asham'd to say wholy Chris. Well I will further it in thee to any honest woman or maiden the best I can Iunip. Why now you come neere him sir he doth vaile He doth remunerate he doth chaw the cud in the kindnesse Of an honest imperfection to your worship Chris But who is it thou louest fellow Onion Oni. Mary a poore mans daughter but none of the honestest I hope Chris. Why wouldst thou not haue her honest Oni. O no for then I am sure she would not haue me T' is Rachel de Prie Chris. Why she hath the name of a very vertuous mayden Iunip. So shee is sir but the fellow talkes in quiddits he Chris. What wouldst thou haue me do in the matter Oni. Do nothing sir I pray you but speake for me Chris. In what maner Oni. My fellow Iuniper can tell you sir Iunip. Why as thus sir Your worship may commend him for a fellow fit for consanguinity and that he shaketh with defire of procreation or so Chris. That were not so good me thinkes Iunip. No sir why so sir what if you should say to her correborate thy selfe sweete soule let me distinguish thy pappes with my fingers diuine Mumps prety Pastorella lookest thou so sweet and bounteous comfort my friend here Chris. Well I perceiue you wish I should say something may do him grace and further his desires and that be sure I will Oni. I thanke you sir God saue your life I pray God sir Iunip. Your worship is too good to liue long you le contaminate me no seruice Chris. Command thou wouldest say no good Iuniper Iunip. Health and wealth sir Exeunt Onion and Iuniper Chris. This wench will solicite for my selfe Making my Lord and maister priuy to it And if he second me with his consent I will proceede as hauing long ere this Though her a worthy choyce to make my wife Exit Scaene 3. Enter Aurelia Phoenixella AVre. Roome for a case of matrons coloured blacke How motherly my mothers death hath made vs I would I had some girles now to bring vp O I could make a wench so vertuous She should say grace to euery bit of meate And gape no wider then a wafers thicknesse And she should make French cursies so most low That euery touch should turne her ouer backward Phoeni. Sister these words become not your attire Nor your estate our vertuous mothers death Should print more deepe effects of sorrow in vs Then may be worne out in so little time Aure. Sister faith you take too much Tobacco It makes you blacke within as y' are without What true-stich sister both your sides alike Be of a sleighter worke for of my word You shall be sold as deere or rather deerer Will you be bound to customes and to rites Shed profitable teares weepe for aduantage Or else do all things as you are enclynd Hate when your stomacke serues saith the Physitian Not at eleuen and sixe So if your humour Be now affected with this heauinesse Giue me the reines and spare not as I do In this my pleasurable appetite It is Praecisianisme to alter that With austere iudgement that is giuen by nature I wept you saw too when my mother dyed For then I found it easier to do so And fitter with my moode then not to weepe But now t is otherwise another time Perhaps I shall haue such deepe thoughts of her That I shall weepe a fresh some twelue month hence And I will weepe if I be so dispos'd And put on blacke as grimly then as now Let the minde go still with the bodies stature Iudgement is fit for Iudges giue me nature Scaene 4. Enter Aurelia Phaenixella Francisco Augelo Fran. See Signior Angelo here are the Ladies Go you and comfort one I le
BEN IONSON HIS CASE IS ALTERD As it hath beene sundry times Acted by the Children of Blacke-friers AT LONDON Printed for Bartholomew Sutton dwelling in Paules Church-yard neere the great north doore of S. Paules Church 1609 A pleasant Comedy called the Case is Alterd Actus primi Scaena prima Sound after a flourish Iuniper a Cobler is discouered sitting at worke in his shoppe and singing Iuniper Onion Antony Baladino YOV wofull wights giue eare a while And marke the tenor of my stile Enter Onion in hast Which shall such trembling hearts vnfold As seldome hath to fore bene told Such chances rare and dolefull newes Oni. fellow Iuniper Peace a Gods name As may attempt your wits to muse Oni. Gods so heere man A pox a God on you And cause such trickling teares to passe Except your hearts be flint or brasse Oni. Iuniper Iuniper To heare the newes which I shall tell That in Castella once befell Sbloud where didst thou learne to corrupt a man in the midst of a verse ha Onion Gods lid man seruice is ready to go vp man you must slip on your coate and come in we lacke waiters pittyfully Iunip. A pittifull hearing for now must I of a merry Cobler become mourning creature Exit Onion Onion Well you le come Iunip. Presto Go to a word to the wise away flie vanish Lye there the weedes that I disdaine to weare Anto. God saue you Maister Iuniper Iuni. What Signior Antonio Balladino welcome sweet Ingle Anto. And how do you sir Iuni. Faith you see put to my shifts here as poore retainers be oftentimes sirrah Antony ther 's one of my fellowes mightely enamored of thee and I faith you slaue now your come I 'le bring you together i'ts Peter Onion the groome of the hal do you know him Anto. No not yet I assure you Iuni. O he is one as right of thy humour as may be a plaine simple Rascal a true dunce marry he hath bene a notable vilaine in his time he is in loue sirrah with a wench I haue preferd thee to him thou shalt make him some prety Paradox or some Aligory how does my coate sit well Anto. I very well Enter Onion Oni. Na Gods so fellow Iuniper come away Iun. Art thou there mad slaue I come with a powder Sirrah fellow Onion I must haue you peruse this Gentleman well and doe him good offices of respect and kindnesse as instance shall be giuen Anto. Nay good maister Onion what do you meane I pray you sir you are to respectue in good faith Onion I would not you should thinke so sir for though I haue no learning yet I honour a scholer in any ground of the earth sir Shall I request your name sir Anto. My name is Antonio Balladino Oni, Balladino you are not Pageant Poet to the City of Millaine sir are you Anto. I supply the place sir when a worse cannot be had sir Oni. I crie you mercy sir I loue you the better for that sir by Iesu you must pardon me I knew you not but I l'd pray to be better acquainted with you sir I haue seene of your works Anto. I am at your seruice good Maister Onion but concerning this maiden that you loue sir what is she Onion O did my fellow Iuniper tell you marry sir she is as one may say but a poore mans child indeede and for mine owne part I am no Gentleman borne I must confesse but my mind to me a kingdome is truly Anto. Truly a very good saying Onion T' is somewhat stale but that 's no matter Anto. O t' is the better such things euer are like bread which the staler it is the more holesome Onion This is but a hungry comparison in my iudgement Anto. Why I 'le tell you M. Onion I do vse as much stale stuffe though I say it my selfe as any man does in that kind I am sure Did you see the last Pageant I set forth Onion No faith sir but there goes a huge report on 't Anto. Why you shal be one of my Maecen-asses I 'le giue you one of the bookes O you 'le like it admirably Oni. Nay that 's certaine I 'le get my fellow Iuniper to read it Anto. Reade it sir I 'le reade it to you Onion Tut then I shall not chuse but like it Anto. Why looke you sir I write so plaine and keepe that old Decorum that you must of necessitie like it mary you shall haue some now as for example in plaies that will haue euery day new trickes and write you nothing but humours indeede this pleases the Gentlemen but the common sort they care not for 't they know not what to make on 't they looke for good matter they and are not edified with such toyes Onion You are in the right I 'le not giue a halfepeny to see a thousand on 'hem I was at one the last Tearme but euer I see a more roguish thing I am a peece of cheese no onion nothing but kings princes in it the foole came not out a lot Anto. True sir they would haue me make such plaies but as I tell hem and they 'le giue me twenty pound a play I 'le not raise my vaine Onion No it were a vaine thing and you should sir Anto. Tut giue me the penny giue me the peny I care not for the Gentlemen I let me haue a good ground no matter for the pen the plot shall carry it Onion Indeed that 's right you are in print already for the best plotter Anto. I I might as well ha bene put in for a dumb shew too Ont. I marry sir I marle you were not stand aside sir a while Enter an armd Sewer some halfe dozen in mourning coates following and passe by with seruice Enter Valentine Onion How now friend what are you there be vncouered Would you speake with any man here Valen, I or else I must ha' returnd you no answer Oni. Friend you are somewhat to peremptory let 's craue your absence nay neuer scorne it I am a little your better in this place Valen. I do acknowledge it Onion Do you acknowledge it nay then you shall go forth I le teach you how shall acknowledge it another time go to void I must haue the hall purg'd no setting vp of a rest here packe begone Valen. I pray you sir is not your name Onion Oni. Your friend as you may vse him and M. Onion say on Valen. M. Onion with a murraine come come put off this Lyons hide your eares haue discouered you why Peter do not I know you Peter Onion Gods so Valentine Valen. O can you take knowledge of me now sir Oni. Good Lord sirra how thou art altred with thy trauell Valen. Nothing so much as thou art with thine office but sirra Onion is the Count Ferneze at home Exit Anthony Oni. I Bully he is aboue and the Lord Paulo Ferneze his son and Maddam Aurelia maddam Phaenixella his daughters
you Be your fortunes as your selues faire Come let vs to horse Count Ferneze I beare a spirit full of thanks for all your honorable courtesies Count Sir I could wish the number and value of them more in respect of your deseruings But Signior Maximillian I pay you a word in priuate Aur. I Faith brother you are fitted for a generall yonder Beshrow my heart If I had Fortunatus hat here and I would not wish my selfe a man and go with you only t' enioy his presence Pau. Why do you loue him so well sister Aur. No by my troth but I haue such an odde prety apprehension of his humour me thinks that I am eene tickled with the conceite of it O he is a fine man Ang And me thinks another may be as fine as he Aur. O Angelio do you thinke I do vrge any comparison against you no I am not so ill bred as to be a deprauer of your worthines beleeue me if I had not some hope of your abiding with vs I should neuer desire to go out of black whilst I liued but learne to speake i' the nose and turne puritan presently Ang. I thanke you Lady I know you can flout Aur. Come doe you take it so I faith you wrong me Fran. I but Maddame Thus to disclaime in all the effects of pleasure May make your sadnesse seeme to much affected And then the proper grace of it is lost Phoenix Indeed sir if I did put on this sadnesse Onely abroad and in Society And were in priuate merry and quick humor'd Then might it seeme affected and abhord But as my lookes appeare such is my spirit Drown'd vp with confluence of griefe and melancholy That like to riuers run through all my vaines Quenching the pride and feruour of my bloud Max. My honorable Lord no more There is the honour of my bloud ingag'd For your sonnes safety Count Signior blame me not For tending his security so much He is mine onely sonne and that word onely Hath with his strong and reprecussiue sound Stroke my heart cold and giuen it a deepe wound Max. Why but stay I beseech you had your Lordship euer any more sonnes then this Count Why haue not you knowen it Maximilian Max. Let my Sword faile me then Count I had one other yonger borne then this By twise so many howers as would fill The circle of a yeare his name Camillo Whome in that blacke and fearfull night I lost T is now a nineteene yeares agone at least And yet the memory of it fits as fresh Within my braine as t were but yesterday It was that night wherein the great Chamont The generall for France surprised Vicenza Me thinks the horrour of that clamorous shout His souldiers gaue when they attaind the wall Yet tingles in mine eare me thinkes I see With what amazed lookes distracted thoughts And minds confus'd we that were citizens Confronted one another euery street Was fild with bitter selfe tormenting cries And happy was that foote that first could presse The flowry champaigne bordering on Verona Heere I imploy'd about my deare wiues safety Whose soule is now in peace lost my Camillo Who sure was murdered by the barbarous Souldiers Or else I should haue heard my heart is great Sorrow is faint and passion makes me sweat Max Grieue not sweet Count comfort your spirts you haue a sonne a noble gentleman he stands in the face of honour For his safety let that be no question I am maister of my fortune and he shall share with me Farewell my honorable Lord Ladies once more adiew for your selfe maddam you are a most rare creature I tell you so be not proud of it I loue you come Lord Paulo to horse Pau. Adiew good Signior Francesco farewell sister Sound a tucket and as they passe euery one seuerally depart Maximilian Paulo Ferneze and Angelo remaine Ang. How shall we rid him hence Pau. Why well inough sweet Signior Maximilian I haue some small occasion to stay If it may please you but take horse afore I le ouer take you ere your troopes be ranged Max. Your motion hath tast wel Lord Ferneze I go Exit Max. Pau. Now if my loue faire Rachel were so happy But to looke forth See fortune doth me grace Enter Rachel Before I can demaund how now loue Where is your father Rach. Gone abroad my Lord Pau: That 's well Rach. I but I feare hee le presently returne Are you now going my most honored Lord Pau. I my sweet Rachel Ang. Before God she is a sweet wench Pau. Rachel I hope I shall not need to vrge The sacred purity of our effects As if it hung in triall or suspence Since in our hearts and by our mutuall vowes It is confirmd and seald in sight of heauen Nay doe not weepe why starte you feare not Loue Your father cannot be returned so soone I prithee doe not looke so heauily Thou shalt want nothing Rach. No is your presence nothing I shall want that and wanting that want all For that is all to me Pau. Content thee sweet I haue Made choise here of a constant friend This gentleman one whose zealous loue I doe repose more then on all the world Thy beauteous selfe excepted and to him Haue I committed my deere care of thee As to my genius or my other soule Receiue hi gentle loue and what deffects My absence proues his presence shall supply The time is enuious of our longer stay Farewell deere Rachel Rach: Most deere Lord adew Heauen and honour crowne your deeds and you Exit Rachel Pau. Faith tell me Angelio how dost thou like her Ang. Troth well my Lord but shall I speake my mind Pan. I prithee doe Ang. She is deriud too meanely to be wife To such a noble person in my iudgement Pau. Nay then thy iudgement is to meene I see Didst thou neare read in difference of good T is more to shine in vertue then in bloud Enter Iaques Ang. Come you are so sententious my Lord Pau. Here comes her father How dost thou good Iaques Ang. God saue thee Iaques Iaq. What should this meane Rachel open the dore Exit Iaques Ang. Sbloud how the poore slaue lookes as though He had bene haunted by the spirit Lar Or seene the ghost of some great Satrapas In an vnsauory sheet Pru. I muse he spake no belike he was amazd Comming so suddenly and vnprepard Well le ts go Exeunt Actus secundi Scaena prima Enter Iaques solus SO now inough my heart beat now no more At least for this afright what a could sweat Flow'd on my browes and ouer all my bosome Had I not reason to behold my dore Beset with vnthrifts and my selfe abroad Why Iaques was their nothing in the house Worth a continuall eye a vigelent thought Whose head should neuer nod nor eyes once wincke Looke on my coate my thoughts worne quite thred bare That time could neuer couer with a nappe And by it learne neuer with nappes of sleepe To
let your father thank your beauty Pac. By gar me shall be hang for tella dis same Metella madamoyselle she tell her sadera Count The true Chamount set free and one left here Of no descent clad barely in his name Sirrah boy come hither and be sure you speake the simple truth Pac. O pardone moy mounsieur Count Come leaue your pardons and directly say What villaine is the same that hath vsurpt The honor'd name and person of Chamount Pac O Mounsieur no point villaine braue Cheualier Mounsieur Gasper Count Mounsieur Gasper on what occasion did they change their names what was their policy or their pretext Pac. Me canno tell par ma foy Mounsieur Max. My honorable Lord Count Tut tut be silent Max. Silent Count Ferneze I tell thee if Amurath the great Turke were here I would speake and he should here me Count So will not I Max. By my fathers hand but thou shalt Count I say till this instant I was neuer toucht in my reputation here me you shall knowe that you haue wrongd me and I will make you acknowledge it if I cannot my sword shall Count By heauen I will not I will stop mine eares My sences loath the Sauiour of thy breath T is poyson to me I say I will not heare What shall I know t is you haue iniurd me What will you make make me acknowledge it Fetch forth that Gasper that lewd counterfeit Enter seruing with Camillo I le make him to your face approue your wrongs Come on false substance shadow to Chamont Had you none else to worke vpon but me Was I your fittest proiect well confesse What you intended by this secret plot And by whose policy it was contriu'd Speake truth and be intreated courteously But double with me and resolue to proue The extremest rigor that I can inflict Cam. My honor'd Lord heare me with patience Nor hope of fauour not the feare of torment Shall sway my tongue from vttring of a truth Count T is well proceed then Cam. The morne before this battell did begin Wherein my Lord Chamount and I were tane We vow'd one mutuall fortune good or bad That day should be imbraced of vs both And vrging that might worst succeede our vow We there concluded to exchange our names Count Then Maximilian tooke you for Chamount Cam. True noble Lord Count T is false ignoble wretch T was but a complot to betray my sonne Max. Count thou lyest in thy bosome Count Count Lye Cam. Nay I beseech you honor'd gentlemen Let not the vntimely ruine of your loue Follow these sleight occurents be assured Chamounts returne will heale these wounds againe And breake the points of your too piercing thoughts Count Returne I when when will Chamount returne Hee le come to fetch you will he I t is like Youl 'd haue me thinke so that 's your policy No no yong gallant your deuice is stale You cannot feed me with so vaine a hope Cam. My Lord I feede you not with a vaine hope I know assuredly he will returne And bring your noble sonne along with him Max. I I dare pawne my soule he will returne Count O impudent dirision open scorne Intollerable wrong is 't not inough That you haue plaid vpon me all this while But still to mocke me still to iest at me Fellowes away with him thou ill-bred slaue That sets no difference twixt a noble spirit And thy owne slauish humour do not thinke But I le take worthy vengeance on thee wretch Cam. Alas these threats are idle like the wind And breed no terror in a guiltlesse mind Count Nay thou shalt want no torture so resolue bring him away Cam. Welcome the worst I suffer for a friend Your tortures will my loue shall neuer end Exeunt Manent Maximillian Aurelia Phoenixella Pacue Phoen. Alas poore gentleman my fathers rage Is too extreame too sterne and violent O that I knew with all my strongest powers How to remoue it from thy patient breast But that I cannot yet my willing heart Shall minister in spight of tyranny To thy misfortune something there is in him That doth enforce this strange affection With more then common rapture in my breast For being but Gasper he is still as deare To me as when he did Chamount appeare Exit Phoenixella Aure. But in good sadnesse Signior do you thinke Chamount will returne Max. Do I see your face Lady Aure. I sure if loue haue not blinded you Max. That is a question but I will assure you no I can see and yet loue is in mine eye well the Count your father simply hath dishonor'd me and this steele shall engraue it on his burgonet Aure. Nay sweet Signior Max. Lady I do preferre my reputation to my life But you shall rule me come le ts march Exit Maximillian Aure. I le follow Signior ô sweet Queene of loue Soueraigne of all my thoughts and thou faire fortune Who more to honour my affections Hast thus translated Gasper to Chamount Let both your flames now burne in one bright speare And giue true light to my aspiring hopes Hasten Chamounts returne let him affect me Though father friends and all the world reiect me Exit Enter Angelo Christopher Ange. Sigh for a woman would I fould mine armes Raue in my sleepe talke idly being awake Pine and looke pale make loue-walkes in the night To steale cold comfort from a day-starres eyes Kit thou art a foole wilt thou be wise then lad Renounce this boy-gods nice idolatry Stand not on complement and wooing trickes Thou louest old Iaques daughter doest thou Chris. Loue her Ange. Come come I know 't be rul'd and shee s thine owne Thou't say her father Iaques the old begger Hath pawnd his word to thee that none but thou Shalt be his sonne in law Chris. He has Ange. He has wilt thou beleeue him and be made a kooke To waite on such an antique wether cocke Why he is more inconstant then the sea His thoughts Cameleon-like change euery minute No Kit worke soundly steale the wench away Wed her and bed her and when that is done Then say to Iaques shall I be your sonne But come to our deuise where is this gold Chris. Heere Signior Angelo Ange. Bestow it bid thy hands shed golden drops Let these bald french crownes be vncouered In open sight to do obeysance To Iaques staring eyes when he steps forth The needy beggar will be glad of gold So now keepe thou aloose and as he treades This guilded path stretch out his ambling hopes With scattring more more as thou go'st cry Iaques Iaques Chris. Tust let me alone Ang. First I le play the ghost I le cal him out Kit keep aloofe Chris. But Signior Angelo Where wil your selfe and Rachel stay for me after the iest is ended Ange. Masse that 's true at the old Priory behinde S. Foyes Chris. Agreed no better place I le meete you there Ange. Do good foole do but I le