able to corrupt an army Trap. Seignior Captain never fear it for I nere mean to come into one Barb. Bring him before us Trap. Ah that I durst tell my Lords Excellence why he deals thus with me t is for a wench and yet how eager he is against bawdery Offic. Forward Trappolin go before their Excellencies Barb. Sirra this paper doth not onely shew You are a rogue your looks declare you one Thou hast as ill a face as ere I saw Trap. And yet Flametta think'st as good as his I did not lie and if I said a better Mac. Ere we come to his pandarisme I 'le examine him about other matters Sir do you never use to carry pistols about you Trap. Sometimes and please your Excellence I do Bar. Write down that Notarie Trap. What does your Lordship mean I did not steal them Mac. I know well enough what I do sirra you went to shoot some body Trap. Beseech your Honour to take me along with you I mean money Mach. That 's vain then Notarie tear it out Barb. Do you nere carry other armes neither Trap. Many times my Lord. Barb. Notaâ—ie down with it he shall be talk'd with for that Trap. Your Honour is deceiv d agen I mean onely armes upon seales or scutchions from the Heralds Mac. This is nothing Notarie tear it out Barb. A pimp I 'me sure he is Mac. Do you never carry no Love Letters as from a Gentleman to a Lady or a Gentlewoman to a Cavalier or so Trap. O very oft my Lord. Barb. Do you so indeed Notarie write it down Trap. Your Honour must understand me Letters of Love of friendship as when a Lady writes unto her brother at Siena a wife to her husband at Pisa a son to his mother at such a place a father to his daughter married at such a town I am often hired and carry them to the Post Mac. Notarie you must tear out this too Barb. But sirra to come nearer to the matter Do you not keep intelligence with Whores Have you nere plaid the Ruffian by your means Hath no man been provided of a lodging Trap. This I have no excuse for the whole city knowes me a pimp Aside And that it is very nigh my living Mac. What say you sirra Trap. My Lords I am but a poor fellow and must live Barb. By Bawdery Trap. T is but a friends part Mac. A wicked ones Notarie down with this at large Trap. Alas my Lord what hurt is it if I help a Gentleman to a sound wench where is there any fault good your Honours consider me think not I am a man alone in this business that many others live by it as well as I. Bar. What an impudency is this Not onely to do ill but to defend it Is a transgression exceeds forgiveness Trap. Good my Lord take pity on me wel a day what should I do I have not onely done a favour in it for my self but also a courtesie for many a Gentleman Mach. Do not teare out that Notarie Trap. Beseech your Honours let him tear 't out Barb. What shall we do with this villain Mac. Why let 's hang him and ther 's an end of him Trap. That 's true I faith consider my Lords that never man was put to death for such a matter but rather that they have been beloved and well paid by noble men and cavalieres Mach. Had we not best to condemn him to the Gallies or le ts banish hm Barb. I that 's the best Trap. Beseech your Honours pity me Mac. After to morrow Trappolin if thou be'st seen in Florence thou shalt die be hang'd we banish thee for term of life therefore prepare against to morrow to be gone Trap. Pray your Honours Bar. Notarie write down he 's banish't Mac. You rogue it is irrevocable and therefore make you ready Trap. I think I am the first man that ever was banish't for such a matter were all of my profession in the City served so I think we should make an Army Royal of us Barb. This matter is concluded Trappolin Go seek your fortune My Lord Machavil We may depart Exeunt Matte Thou man of durt hadst thou a Souldier been This banishment had never been pronounc'd Trap. But Sir Captain I fear I should have been kil'd which is worse Matte If for thy Country t' had been a noble death Trap. I had rather live Cap. then die nobly Matte Thou man compos'd of sand in vain I spend My breath to talk with such a slave as thou Go and be hang'd for â—o thou do dost deserve And might I judge thee it should be thy end Exit Trap. Thou brazen-headed Coxcomb may'st thou go to the divel with a Drum before thee I had as leeve be banish't out of my Country and walk in peace as be out on 't in the wars Enter Horatio Brunetto O Brunetto I must leave thee I must be gone Man to morrow farewell Florence Hora. Why what 's the matter Trappolin Trap. Why I have banish't the Lord Barberino and the Lord Machavil Hora. How you banish't them Trap. They have banished me or I them 't is all one I must be gone and the divel a bit a mony I have shall I help thee to a Wench Brunetto Or if thou hast no mind to one know'st thou any body that has I 'de fain be earning a little mony Hora. I wish thee well live honest Trappolin And so thou shalt be sure to prosper better This Ring I give thee sell it and the mony Spend to maintain thee Trap. Honest Brunetto faith An ere I can I will requite thee fully Farewell I must also take my leave Of my Flametta we shall cry together Like unto School Boys that are to be whipt Exit Hora. Alas poor simple Trappolin I pity Thy fortune yet 't is better far then mine Of all mankind I am most miserable And lead a life would make a soul prove mortal Yet do I not repine Most dear Prudentia I never can endure enough for thee So that at last I may attain my wishes There 's not a grief mankind did ever suffer Nor pain I would not pass to make thee mine Thou art the Centre of my wishes all Horatio's thoughts upon thy beauty fall Enter Prudentia Prud. O Heavens be merciful and if I tell Him I am his let him say he is mine I have a fire within my breast must out Longer I cannot hide it if he now Do's not wooe me I shall solicite him How sad a pace he walks how melancholy Do's he look Love compels us unto things In others we would scorn I 'le speak unto him Because I fear he dares not unto me Brunetto Hora. Divinest Lady Prud. I thought a Gentleman for so I guess you Could have endured affliction better far That in the wars durst venter so his person Hora. Most Excellent Princess many thousand men Can suffer well the dangers of a battel But there are few or none at all
Fal. Is this not policy to delay my death Car. If ere you found me false believe me not Fal. It then is true Car. Most true Falorus Fal. Licence me friend now to embrace you well met Carionil and welcomer indeed Then ever yet man was unto me I Will live and owe my life unto you and when You please I for your sake will lay it down Freely I may Lucora now adore And rather then to lose her I will try All waies that are contain'd in policie Car. But say she never will consent Fal. I am Most confident she will to please her Father But if she should not I could suffer it 'T was not my Love made me thus passionate It was because in it I wronged you Car. Did you not marke when you did see me first A joy unusual sit upon my brow Fal. I had so much of sorrow in my heart That with it all my sences were possest Car. But you perceiv'd I had left my disguise What out of it did you collect Fal. I thought Lucora had descri'd you and you had A peremptory denial to your suit Enter Cleanthe and Phyginois Cle. Sir seeing you had made a fair conclusion And measuring each minute for an hour Until I were with you I rudely come Uncal'd for to you Car. Ever most welcome my Cleanthe friend This is the Lady I did mention to you She was Anclethe bâ—t is sister to The Mistress of youâ— thoughts and cal'd Cleanthe Whom long since all her friends believed lost And have these many years left mourning for Fal. A strange discovery and admirable Car. Some other time command the history This mutually among our selves we 'l spend Fal. Lady account me servant to your vertues And you Sir may command Falorus alwaies Phy. Your love will honour me most noble Lord. Cle. Sir I for you will intercession make Unto my sister and do hope shall prosper I will make known how much you are her servant And what affection my ears have witnessed For I unseen to you did hear what pass'd Fal. You will oblige me everlastingly Car. Now let us walk Fal. Whosoever loyal friendship doth regard With fair events the Gods will him reward Exeunt omnes Scena quinta Enter Iaques solus Iaq. I have a Licence for my Lady the brave gallant Mistress Lorece But it cost too much a conscience I wood a writ five times as much for halfe I gave for it But t' is the fashion among great ones so they have their wills they care not at how dear a rate they buy them This marriage is like Christmas when it comes it brings good cheer with 't we have fat Venison hold belly hold and wine I am sure we shall want none for the Vintner had twenty pounds on me this morning I ha bespoke a merry company of Fidlers O they are boon fellows and there will be old dancing for I mean to sweat my doublet quite through ere I leave Enter Lorece and Vandona Madam her'e 's the License your Worships sent me for the Parson and this will make all sure Lor. T is well done Iaques for this be thou the Neptune of the Cellar raise a tempest and drown who ever doth go down the staires Like old Silenus behave thy self Van. When we have din'd le ts go to my Lord Polidacres and invite that house Lor. We will my dear Widow Iaq. T will be a merry time I see Exeunt Omnes Scena sexta Enter Polidacre Lucora Antiphila and Nentis Ant. I wonder we have not seen the Ethiopian Lord to day Pol. He 'l not be long absent Lucora thou hast my heart for thy consent Falorus is a worthy Gentleman And one of an approved fashion He doth deserve a Princess my Lucora I know his nature is most noble else I would not move thee for him and although The time is not expir'd will you steal So much from age and be his wife I long To see thee well bestow'd Luc. VVhat ere you please t'command I will perform Enter Falorus Pol. Here is Falorus welcome my Lord I shall Shortly say my son my daughter I have won And when I please unto you she will give Away herself Fal. You are most noble But can you fairest Lady look so low As is Falorus can there be such a vertue Of rare humility within you that You thus confer affection upon me Luc. My Lord my father desires to make me yours And I have learnt so much obedience As willingly to do what he commands Fal. I wish I could most excellent Lucora Thanke you in all the languages are worth Your dear attention you have made me so Exceeding happy I envy not his wealth That ownes the inhaustible mines of fam'd Peru. Luco I thank you for this love and have a hope Requite you Sir Fal. My joy hath dul'd my senses Enter Lorece Vandona and Jaques Lor. Now brother have I not ended happily Vandona is my own We onely want The ceremony Eclesiastical My Lord I am your servant Fal. I have a Mistris got the richest beauty Great Brittain ever was renowned for Lor. Much very much y faith have you won her For whom hopeful Carionil did dye Fal. I won her not Lorece her fathers desire Meeting with her consent have made her mine Van. Sister you have been a stranger to me I pray you be not so Nen. You shall see me oftner Lor. Thou maist be Mercury and I will glory Thou art my brother Van. Madam I 'm very glad to meet you here Ant. And I as joyful of your company Enter Carionil Cleanthe and Phygionis Lor. Wonders Carionil's alive again and here Pol. For some strange end he did give forth his death But what yong beauteous Ladie 's that Luc. It is a face worthy of admiration Pol. Rise Lady kneel not unto me She kneels Cle. Then I were most unfit to be your Child Pol. How my daughter that was lost Clea. Yes my Lord and beg your blessing Pol. May the good heavens make of thee my daughter If you be she an old and happy woman Luc. I am a Sister to you Spare some time For me to shew how much I do rejoyce At this unlook'd for good none of your kin Fair Sister are more glad then I to see you Whom we had never hope to see I am Most proud to be alli'd unto So excellent a creature as you are Clea. I am most joyful of your love Ant. We are most glad to see you safe Van. As if you were our Sister Clea. My thanks sweet Ladies Pol. Dearest Cleanthe confirm thy father in His joy relate thy life that out of it I may grow confident thou art my daughter Phy. Lady leave that to me My Lord and if You with her silence can so long dispence I would do that Clean. He is my Nurses Son to whom my Lord I owe all thanks for my escape Pol. Sir when you please you may begin Nen. What not a gentleman I am undone
But must be secret in 't Aside Phy. My Lord. This Ladies Nurse my mother had a Sonne Older then the Lady Cleanthe is by seven years Whom she did love so extraordinarily That for his sake she foulely er'd from vertue She thought it was an easie thing for her If that their lives attained to those years To make your daughter wife unto her son Which is the cause she privily escap'd Pol. Most strange Phy. By chance I heard this of my brother who Told me against my mothers strict command What a great marriage he should have and that Cleanthe was the daughter of a Lord Your Honours child Whom all we thought but of a mean descent For she had won the country to believe That she did find her in the open field I pittying her hard chance did tell her all And promis'd her I would attend upon her Until she had her parents happy made With knowledge of her safety Cle. The rest I must relate Dear Sir be kind and if I have done ought You shall dislike pardon my first offence I was no sooner come to town but saw This noble Gentleman with whom so violently I fell in love that for his sake pray pardon me My own apparel I did lay away And did become his Page And when I did Disclose my self he kindly did requite me In brief we are contracted I did not well without you to do thus But your forgiveness Sir I cannot doubt He told me that there was a difference Between our families and therefore you If your consent was ask'd would never yield Iaq. Wood I were it 'h Cellar I care not for these drie and tedious tales Pol. Whether I should or no I cannot tell But I am glad that it hath chanced thus This match an ancient discord will conclude And may the Gods be favourable to it Car. Most Worthy Lord my faithful thankes Phy. Here also is a ring which by Your Father my Lord Falorus was given her When at the Font he for her answer'd She wo'rt about her neck when she was stolne Pol. I know it well and am confident Thou art my lost Cleanthe Be his wife And may the heavens make up the match most fortunate Carionil I now am glad I have A man so honour'd to my son in law Car. My Lord if that I can perform my will You never shall repent your daughters choice Pol. I do not doubt I shall Now I would know Why your death was reported Car. I was in love long which your eldest daughter The fair Lucora but could never win her Brought almost to despair I did assume The habit and colour of a Negro Pol. Then you was Tucapelo Car. I was indeed Knowing she had refus'd the greatest Marriages And many of the handsomest of the Kingdome I fully did believe she never would Like any man of this Complexion And therefore feign'd my self an Ethiopian But first gave out my death and that unto My self I had done violence for her Luc. Surely he will not do so unworthily As to make mention of my fond affection A side Car. But all could not prevail Luco I am glad he ends so A side Cario And therefore I desisted wholly which when Anclethe saw my sweet Cleanthe now She did disclose her self Polid. I do perceive the Heavens intended you Should reconcile our Families Iaq. Her 's love and love agen I wood some body would love me Luco My dear Sister you must not think me rude Because I do express my love so fully Poli. Be my Carionil All that â—â—e mine respect this Lady For I do intend to make her so Car. We are her Servants and most joyfully Shall kneel unto a Lady of her vertues Enter Philander and Rosinda Fal. What Lady 's that Car. She 's masked and I cannot guess Pol. Philander this Lady is thy Sister the lost Phi. Grow not to weak my body to contain Cleanthe My soul within thee at these joyes Fair Sister I am glad that I can name So beauteous a Lady as you are so For you the heavens be thanked Pol. Carionil's alive and must be styl'd your brother Cleanthe him hath chose Perfect thy joyes Philander when thou wilt And hear their Histories This Lady you must call mother Phil. But I must not Poli. How Phil. This here I will Dear mother now confirm my words Unmaskes Poli. Welcome to life Rosinda Thy face and beauty I do remember well But wherefore did you Raise the report of your untimely death Rosin That at a fitter time This give me leave To spend in joy My dear Cleanthe for I do believe Because thy father doth acknowledge thee Thou art Cleanthe my so long lost daughter Never was mothers heart so light I cannot Utter my joyes my tears must witness them To time I am indebted that he hath Spared my life untill I see thee safe Cle. I want expression But my life shall be A comment on my heart wherein you shall Perceive what your Cleanthe is Phil. Now you are mine fair Antiphila Ant. I will perform my promise Phil. Both your consents I begge Polid. How 's this Anti. I did engage my self That if I were not yours I would be his Pol. Then may the knot prove happy and continue A firm one while the Gods do lend you breath Ros It is my wish Pol. Was you her servant too Wife chide me in secrer I was forsworn Ros We all are frail Mortality may boast Of strength but many conclusions deny it Nen. Away I will have none of you I will not begge Pol. You shall not need I for his love and care Unto my daughter will give him means befitting A Gentleman which shall descend unto His posterity poverty shall not spoil his fortune Vandon 'T is nobly said If you do like him take him sister Ment. Now I 'm content Phyg My joy is great My thanks sweet Mistriss My Lord Polidacre I am your grateful though unworthiest servant Now Mistriss you shall know the policy I won your affections with my affections being setled so high and I poor I made my self Draculemion But your promise worthiest Lord hath now enriched me Iaq. O me Was you that merry fellow you have a parlous wit Phyg One thing I must crave of you Polid. You shall obtain Sir Phyg That you will pardon my Mother Polid. I do for your sake Luco Since I perceive you in the bounteous way Of granting Boons Sir I assume the boldness To become a Petitioner to you Polid. My dear Lucora freely ask for I Doubtlessely shall consent to thy demand Luco Seeing the gracious Heavens have blessed our house With the recovery of my long lost Sister And since the powers divine have link'd her heart To the affections of a noble Gentleman A marriage like to grace your honour'd Age With hopeful Nephews I humbly crave your licence To enjoy the freedom of a single life For I 've no inclination to become A subject unto Hymens glorious bondage Polid.
agree With tears on earth T is an Antipathie But 't is unnatural we should be glad And 't is Impiety we should be sad We must not grieve therefore nor yet rejoyce But fix us in the mean and shew us wise Be glad that we believe her soul is crown'd With endless Glory in Heavens ample Round Onely lament that we have lost our guide And wanting her are apt to wander wide We need not bid thee sleep secure that know That God himself rock'd thee asleep below Sweet Sainted Maid thou meritest the Pen Of Cherubims to shew thee unto men And dost deserve a bench of Poets grave To study and to write thine Epitaph Which in Mosaick work with diamonds bright Should be drawn out and read by it's own light A Titian or a Bonarota should Cast thee a Statue of pure Ophir Gold Had'st thou thy due the eager earth would sure Anatomize one India for Ore And precious stones a Pyramid to reare Lasting and great as the Egyptian were To thy eternal memorie and from Th e eastern-lands bring all the plenteous sum Of spices and perfumes and on the height Of that rich monument burn them day and night But 't is a thing impossibly too hard For men on earth to give thee thy reward Thy God whose power and love is infinite Thee hath and doth and ever will requite Among the Chorus of Heavens Virgins pure To sing Divinest Anthems evermore The homely verses I have writ she oft Hath smil'd upon approv'd them smooth and soft And if my pen hath power to give a fame Dear Isabella here shall live thy Name Had I the deathless Homer's brain and could Sing lofty numbers like to Maro Old A wit to match Sulmonean Ovid I Had writ a Poem not an Elegie T is known and I confess this is beneath Her Life and her expressions at her death Her resurrection plain will shew how well She led her life and bad the World Farewel 3. On the death of Henry Lord Hastings Son to the right Honourable Ferdinand Earl of Huntingdon c. KNow all to whom these few sad lines shall come This melancholy Epicedium The young Lord Hastings death occasion'd it Amidst a â—â—orm of Lamentations writ Tempests of sighes and grones and flowing eyes Whose yielding balls dissolve to Deluges And mournful Numbers that with dreadful sound Waite his bemoned body to the ground Are all and the last duties we can pay The Noble Spirit that is fled away T is gone alas t is gone though it did leave A body rich in all Nature could give Superiour in beauty to the youth That won the Spartan Queen to forfeit truth Break wedlocks strictest bonds and be his wife Environed with tumults all her Life His years were in the balmie Spring of Age Adorn'd with blossomes ripe for marriage And but mature His sweet conditions known To be so good they could be none but 's own Our English Nation was enamour'd more On his full worth then Rome was heretofore Of great Vâ—â—paâ—â—an's Jew-subduing Heire The love and the Delight of mankind here After a large survey of Histories Our Criticks curious in honour wise In paralleling generous Souls will finde This youthful Lord did bear as brave a minde His few but well spent years had master'd all The liberal Arts And his sweet tongue could fall Into the ancient Dialects dispence Sacred Judeas amplest eloquence The Laâ—ine Idiome elegantly true And Greek as rich as Athens ever knew Italy France and Spain did all confess Him perfect in their modern Languages At his Nativity what angry Star Malignant influences slung so far What Caput Algolls and what dire Aspects Occasioned so tragical effects As soon as death this fatal blow had given I fancy mighty Clarence sigh'd in Heaven And till this glorious Soul arrived there Recover'd not from his Amaze and fear Had this befal'n in ancient credulous times He had been deifi'd by Poets rimes That Age enamour'd of his Graces soon Majestick Fanes in adoration Would have rays'd to his memory and there On golden Altars year succeeding year Burnt holy incense and Sabaean Gums That Curles of vapour from those Hecatombs Sould reach his Soul in Heaven but we must pay No such Oblations in our purer way A nobler Service we him owe then that His fair example ever t'emulate With the Advantage of our double years Le ts imitate him and through all Affairs And all Encounters of our Lives intend To live like him and make as good an end To aim at brave things is an evident signe In Spirits that to honour they incline And though they do come short in the Contest T is full of glory to have done one's best You mournful Parents whom the Fates compel To bear the Loss of this great miracle This wonder of our Times amidst a sigh Surrounded with your thick'st Calamity Reflect on joy think what an happiness Though humane Nature oft conceits it less It was to have a Son of so much worth He was too good to grace the wretched earth As silver Trent through our North Countries glides Adorn'd with Swans crown'd with flowry sides And rushing into mightier Humbers Waves Augments the Regal Aestuarium's Braves So he after a life of eighteen years Well mannaged Example to our Peeres In 's early youth encountring sullen Fate Orecome became a Trophey to his State Didst thou sleep Hymen or art lately grown T' affect the Subterranean Region Enamour'd on bleard Libentina's eyes Hoarse-howling Dirges and the baleful Cries Of Inauspicious voices and above Thy Star-like torch with horrid tombs in love Thou art or surely hadst oppos'd this high Affront of death against thy Deity Nor wrong'd an excellent Virgin who had given Her heart to him who hath his Soul to Heaven Whose Beauties thou hast clouded and whose eyes Drowned in tears at these sad Exequies The fam'd Heroes of the golden Age Those Demigods whose vertues did asswage And calm the furies of the wildest mindes That were grown salvage even against their kinds Might from their Constellations have look'd down And by this young Lord seen themselves out-gon Farewel Admired Spirit that art free From this strict Prison of Mortalitie Ashby proud of the honour to enshrine The beauteous Body whence the Soul Divine Did lately part be careful of thy trust That no profane hand wrong that hallow'd Dust The Costly Marble needes no friend t'engrave Upon it any doleful Epitaph No good Man's tongue that Office will decline Whil'st years succeeding reach the end of time 4. On the death of my dear Cousin Germane Mrs. Olive Cotton who deceased at Berisford the 38th year of her Age and lyes buried at Bently by Ashbourne c. AMongst the many that shall celebrate With sighes and tears this excellent womans Fate And with the many that shall fix a verse Sacred unto her Fame upon her Herse World pardon me my boldness that intrude These few poor lines upon thy Multitude They need not read them I have
bright eye We in the Fields are free from any Sin Against th' almighty Deities of Heaven We know no Law but natures do not tremble At Princes frowns have neither fear nor hope And are content a State the Gods exceed not You languish in a perpetuity Of thoughts as unconfin'd as are your ends You truly lavish all your faculties In getting covetous wealth which we contemn Your sleeps are starting full of dreams and fears And ours as quiet as the Barks in Calmes The youthful spring makes us our Beds of flowers And heaven-bright summer washeth us in springs As clear as any of your Mistress's eies The plenteous Autume doth enrich our Banquets With earths most curious fruits they unbought The healthful Winter doth not pain our bones For we are arm'd for cold and Heat in Nature We have no unkind loves in meads or fields That scorn our tears or slight our amorous sighes Nor are we frantick with fond jealousie The greatest curse Iove could inflict on 's Queen For all her curious search into his Life We in the woods esteem that Beast the stateliest That hath his head the richliest spread with horns The Golden Age remains with us so fam'd By your Athenian and Roman Poets Thus we enjoy what all you strive to get With all the boundless riches of your wit Lar. Satyre When I but say th' art Ignorant Thy flourishing Boast is answered at the full Sat. But I desire a larger way Lar. And take it Canst thou compare the Rags of nakedness Before the studied dressings of these times And canst thou like a cold and stony Cave Before the perfum'd Beds of Palaces Admire the Melancholie falls of waters Or whistling Musick of th' inconstant windes The chirping discords of the wanton Birds Above the Angel-voices of our Ladies And th'exquisite variety of Musick Order'd to thousand several Instruments Content to cloy thy homely Appetite With Crabs and Slows and Nuts and rude mixt herbs Before the stately Banquets of the Great How canst thou like Beasts inarticulate voices Above the Heaven-given eloquence of men Forsake the Woods fond Satyre and but try The unthought difference 'twixt them and us The Hills are fit for Beasts Converse with men And thou wilt never like thy Cause agen Sat. Thou almost dost perswade me but then I Shall leave mine old and honest Company Lar. Thy new Ones shall exceed them Her 's a Wil give thee wine as rich as is thy blood And her 's a Cook will clothe thy bones with flesh Butler As rich as was young Jason's Golden Fleece Sat. Well I will live with thee Lar. And welcome Satyre Sat. Spite of the Fates and Grecia's best Protector I 'le be Achilles and o'recome by Hector Lar. A resolution worthy thy Sylvanus Sat. But for my last Farewell unto the Woods â—'le shew you a wild Dance of nimble Satyres For we do dance as much as they that live In Princes Courts and Tissue-Palaces First Song YOU Satyres that in Woods Have frozen up your bloods Advance your selves and show What great Pan's men can do Appear Here you had need beware And move as swift as Air These are not Sylvane Swaines But Courtly Lords and Dames Sit here The Antimasque Satyres rudely but decently attired stuck with Flowers and Bayes-Chaplets on their heads come in and dance as many several Anticks and in as many several shapes as shall be necessary Being ready to depart two excellent youths in rich apparel come striving in together to whom the Lar speaks Lar. What do you mean sweet Boys to interrupt Our sports I pray you leave your wrestling thus And do not strike your skins too soft for blows 1. He would out-run me and be kist before me 2. And he leave me among these dreadful Satyres Lar. Whence come you 1. We both were left i' th woods and tempted by Such things as these to live abroad with them Lar. What would you have 1. I would go to my Father 2. And I unto my Mother Lar. Who is your Father 1. The ever honour'd Earl of Chesterfield Worthy of all his Titles by his vertues And full of Noble thoughts A great maintainer Of our great Grand-Fathers vertue Hospitality The Feeder of the poor whose Gate 's so open It doth not need the Office of a Porter Whose House is now Apollo's seat For he 's the Patron of all Arts and Wit Lar. And who is your Mother pretty One 2. She is the Countess to that Noble Lord A Lady worthy more then earth can give her Rich in those vertues make her Sex admir'd A fair exceeder of the best examples That Greek or Roman stories e're produc'd Goddess of Tame of Anchor and of Trent She 's such an one as hath none equal to her And therfore you may very easily know her Lar. I know them both and honor'd in my knowledge Sweet youth yon'd is your Father kiss his hand And that fair little One th'unequal'd Lady You asked for go and beg a kiss of her Here the Lord of the House gives his hand to his Son and the Countess kisses her Son Then the Satyre speaks to his Companions Sat. Fellows since you have done Farewel I 'le leave you And all the rural Pastimes of the woods I like this noble Company so well That I hereafter here intend to dwel The Anti-Masquers depart then the Lar Familiaris speaks to the Satyre Lar. Now Satyre I will let thee see how far The Palace-pleasures do exceed the Woods The Lar leads the Satyre to a curious bower all deckt with the best and finest flowers of the season and opens a wide entry into it where sitting upon pleasant banks full of the sweetest herbs and delicatest flowers he discovers the Masqâ—ers then presently invites them forth with this song 1. Second song IT is unfit we should be dumbe When beauties like to those of Heaven To grace our mirths are hither come And help to make our measures even Then let us dance and let us sing Till Hills and Dales with Eccho's ring 2. Now it is fit our Souls should know No thought but what is full of pleasure That we our sorrows should out-go And tread them down in every measure Then let us dance and let us sing Till Hills and Dales with Eccho's ring 3. 'T is mirth that raiseth up the Minde And keeps Diseases from the Heart Sports harmless never were inclin'd To cherish vice but to divert Then let us dance and let us sing Till Hills and Dales with Eccho's ring Here the Grand Masquers come forth the Ladys drest like the ancient Goddesses then the Lar speaks to the Satyre Lar. Satyre sit and observe a while alone For I do mean to mix with these in Dance Here they Dance what or as many Set-dances as they please the Masquers being Men and Women or onely Women When they have danced all they intended the Lar or one of the Masquers invites the Spectator-Ladyes with this song to joyn with them
of beauty her Fine admirable Breasts prefer Before Olympus or Mount Ide Where Iove most happy might abide What c. 9. She had her clothes on and I could See no more but to say am bold That there was too much beauty under To be look'd on for love and wonder What would you give c. The second Song 1. You Ladies fair That worthy are Of all to be beloved And yet have hearts So hard that darts From eyes have never moved 2. You cruel Saints That slight complaints And scorn to pity any I hope to see The time when ye Shall be in love with many 3. Which when I hear Then I will swear That you are rightly fitted And that himself The little Elfe On you hath well acquitted 4. But do your worst I 'm not accurst My Mistris is no coy one For she is kind And hath no mind Within her to destroy one The third song being an answer to O no I tell thee no. 1. Away I say away I no longer can delay And my heart forbids me stay It swears by thy squint eyes That could never entice Foul Porters or Footboyes By thy Ruby nose and lips lilly white And thy teeth with yellow dight Nere to come nere to come again in thy sight 2. It swears by thy dry'd skin Thy bosome within And thy paps lank and thin And by thy durty golls That be to carry coles And rake dust out of holes By thy beastly form and thy foul gouty feet That can scarce cross a street Nere again nere again thee any where to meet 3. By my hatred it swears Thy crook-back and lave-ears Thy threescore and odde years By thy breath that is So strong that with a kiss It would kill a Cockatrice By my last farwell this kicke on thy breech And thy old salt Itch Nere to see nere to see thee again thou witch The fourth song being a fictitious Relation Let every man beware for fear of stout Hugh Nunnick To speak ill of his Cornwall or to dispraise Boconnick For he 's a Cornish Chaugh and not of it ashamed And born was near Boconnick at a place needs not be named 2. He hath been very merry all from the mount to Lanston Where about many a May-pole and many a green he hath danc'd on At Lestithel and Bodman at Truro and Polmagon The courteous Lad Polwheel and he have tossed many a Flagon 3. He plaid at foils before his Worship Sir Iohn Trelany Where on the eyes and foreheads and mouthes he hit a many There was a cudgel-play not long since at Penwarden Where he did break a Constables head and the shins of a Churchwarden 4. At Foy he almost lost his eyes with too much laughter When he was at the wedding of Pru the Mayors fair daughter He was invited to venison but the Pasty being open There nought was in 't but Apples and they but meanly soken 5. At Tap-houses he drank Syder with the old Lord Roberts Brewer And cuft him ere he parted for saying he was truer Then the Hostesse railed and said that he was foxed She ly'd like a stinking Baggage he could have drunk an Hogshead 6. At Okehampton town old Sherry gave him thâ— staggers Where he was so unruly they lodg'd him among the Beggars At Exeter a Chine of beef he had the first he eat oâ— And you my friends that hear this song he swore â— was a great one He spent his money in rambling and so was fainâ— rook on Al the way from Salssbury until he came to Okeham Where he lives very merry For he is that town Carrier And never left his trade but once to be Grave Maurice Warrier The fifth Song 1. It is an offence to love and to love you VVou'd I were blind or you were true VVhy should there be a mine of joyes within Your Body and to know 't a sin 2. If I do say I love I 'm sure t is fit If I have judgement or have wit For your deserts are wonders that would move Not onely mine but any 's love 3. Some half-soul'd men that cannot tell what t is To love or hate beyond a kiss By seeing you do kindle a strange fire VVithin them and your sweets desire 4. You need not clothes nor art nor with a smile Hope any mans heart to beguile Your Coyness your Neglects your Frowns will do More then all Ladies else that wooe 5. T is not my weakness but t is your desert I am not owner of my heart The puppet-play that by water goes The sword of Guy or Iohn of Gaunt We wise c. 5. Let zealous fasters trudge a foot And toile their legs to hear a Lecture And there be chok'd with an Hebrew root At which the Minister doth conjecture We wise c. 6. They that are gluttons and love meat And it had rather be devouring The greasy Cook-shops may repleat VVhil'st we our full cups are out-pouring We wise c. 7. Y' are welcome all unto this place That fears no Constable or Church-warden Here we will sing and drink apace And slight the sports of Paris-garden We wise Do them despise For we will stay here And with whole flaggons baite our own bear The eighth song upon the first expedition into the North under the late King 1. Will you hear a song Shall do no body no wrong And yet was writ at randum By a friend of mine Ore a glass of wine So great it would make a man dumb 2. He wanted no matter To have made it a Satyre And abus'd all towns-men and Nobles But he thought it unfit o to wrong his wit To bring himself into troubles 3. To all his friends He sends his commends And praies them when they are drinking To forbear to prate Of matters of State And leave them to th' Councels thinking 4. Nor to take it in snuff If a man in buff Doth come into their chamber As if they thought All Souldiers were naught And a contempt was in armour 5. Nor when they are drunk To think of a punk For fear of the flux or sweating But away to creep And at home go sleep And leave it a friendly meeting 6. He would have them next Not to be perplext If their mistress be cruel Nor to fight with them Whom they do esteem Lest they be jeer'd for the Duel 7. If a man love one And her heart be gon And plac'd upon another Let him do the same In little Cupids name And that will please Loves mother 8. Let him that is forth Going to the north Have his health drunk every sitting And all good success Wish'd unto the English And all things else befitting 9. Let the souldiers obey What the captains say Lest they disgrace their profession And save their blows From their friends for their foes And all their angers expression 10. Let us fight for our King And fame will sing Of us an endless story The Chronicles will tell That we did well And
her suitors have and servants been And they that wooe her now great Nobles are How can I therefore think that she will dain To look on me I fear I love in vain 2. Unto the Beauty which I do so desire I will make hast to see how fair she is And though I find my betters wooers by her I will be bold and all my thoughts express Which when I have done will she therefore dain To pity me I fear I love in vain 3. I le tell her that her hairs are golden Twines Able t' enamour all the Deities And that her eyes are two celestial signes More glorious then the twelve within the skies When I have told her this will she then dain To love me too I fear I love in vain 4. If when that I have said what I can say And made what Protestations I can make She will be proud and coy and say me Nay Though nere so fair my heart from her I le take I will not subject be to her disdain The world shall never say I love in vain The eighteenth song Of women 1. I wonder why by foul-mouth'd men Women so slander'd be Since it so easily doth appear Th' are better far then we 2. Why are the Graces every one Pictur'd as women be If not to shew that they in Grace Do more excell then we 3. Why are the liberal Sciences Pictur'd as women be But t' show if they would study them They 'd more excell then we 4. And yet the Senses every one As men should pictur'd be To make it known that women are Less sensual then we 5. Why are the virtues every one Pictur'd as women be If not to shew that they in them Do more excell then we 6. Since women are so full of worth Let them all praised be For commendations they deserve In ampler wise then we The nineteenth Song You are too proud to love and are too kind To hate what therefore is your mind Think you none worthy of you ' cause you know That you should be admired so And will you not hate ' cause you would Not be a maid when you are old 2. Though nature hath been liberal in your parts And you for jewels do wear hearts If you your self do onely like and love You in a wrong sphere for you move As you were made to love beside So you were made to be enjoy'd The twentieth Song A Ballad of Darbyshire 1. Dear Polyhymnie be Auspicious unto me That I may spread abroad Our Shires worth in an ode Merrily chanting They that our Hills do blame Have no cause for the same Seeing the Muses lye Upon Parnassus high Where no joy's wanting 2. Upon Olympus Hill Hebe Heavens cup doth fill And Iove of Candy Isle Doth the Gods reconcile When they do wrangle In France at Agincourt Where we fought in such sort Behind an hill we did Make our Archers lye hid Foes to entangle 3. The long commanding Rome And old Byzantium Lisbon in Portugal Are situated all Upon Hills strongly All therefore that protest Hilly ground 's not the best Are of their wits bereav'd And all of them deceiv'd And censure wrongly 4. The Peer of England known Darby's Earldom to own Is honour'd by the style Of King of Mona's Isle Hereditary Why hath Orantus found A Channel under ground VVhere t'lye hid but for shame VVhen it hears Darwins name VVhich Fame doth carry 5. VVhy do the Nymphs believe Of Nile it down Rocks drive Unless it be for fear Trents glory should go near To overgo them The Spaw Luick Land hath And Sommerset the Bath Burtons dear County be As famous unto thee As they unto them 6. For King Mausolus Tomb Lango's known by each Groom And the Campanian Lake Doth very famous make Italies confines The walls of burned stone Eternize Babylon And the large Devils vault Doth Darbyshire exalt VVherein no sun shines 7. The Pike to Tennariff An high repute doth give And the Coloss of brass VVhere under ships did pass Made Rhodes aspire Tunbridge makes Kent renown'd And Epsome Surryes Ground Pools-hole and St. Annes VVell Makes Darbyshire excell Many a shire 9. Here on an Hills side steep Is Elden hole so deep That no man living knowes How far it hollow goes Worthy the knowing Here also is a Well Whose Waters do excell All waters thereabout Both being in and out Ebbing and flowing 9. Here 's Lead whereof is made Bullets for to invade Them whose pride doth prevail So far as to assail Our Brittish borders Our Lead so much may do That it may win Peru And if we chance to meet A Spanish silver Fleet Commit great murthers 10. Diana's Fane to us Extolleth Ephesus The Sand-hil and deaf stone Do Darbyshire renown Worth Admiration Windsor Berks doth commend And Essex Audley-end We of our Chatsworth boast A Glory to our coast And the whole Nation 11. Spain doth vaunt of it's Sack And France of Claret crack Of Rhenish Germany And of thy Ale speak free My gallant County Now I have made an end I wish you to commend Either the Authors wit Or me for singing it Out of your bounty Song 21. 1. Ah me I have sinned so That the thought of it is my woe That my eyes To the skyes Nor my prayer Neither dare I to lift but here mourn below What therefore had I best here to sit And lament for my faults in unfit Sorrow no Who doth so Spends his fears And his tears All in vain any mercy to get 2. My soul mount thou then aloft And beseech him tha 'st angred so oft He easily can Pardon man Being inclin'd To be kind With real contrition and soft What though my many foul transgressions do Exceed all the stars in our view Do overcome Motes it 'h Sun And surpass Blades of grass His merits do exceed all these too 3. His mercies exceed all these And all sins wherewith men him displease Every sigh He did give Every wound That is found On his body could a world release And therefore for shame if not for love Yet love is all fear and shame above Let us shun Hell and run In heavens way Whiles t' is day For from thence is no sad remove FINIS THE OBSTINATE LADY A COMEDY Written by ASTON COKAIN LONDON Printed by WILLIAM GODBID 1658. Dramatis Personae Polidacre An old Lord. Philander His son Carionil A young Lord. The counterfeit Negro and cal'd Tucapelo Falorus His friend Lorece A phantastick gallant His brother Phyginois Cal'd Draculemion Iaques An old simple daughter of Vandonae's Servants Maskers Rosinda Polidare his wife cal'd Tandorix Lucora The obstinate Lady her daughter Cleanthe Her sister cal'd Anclethe Vandona A young rich widow Antiphila A fine young Lady Nentis Lucora's Woman Vandone's sister The Prologue BRave crown of Gallants welcome May this place Meet expectation you afford us grace We joy that such a multitude divine Of Planets in our little Spheres do shine And that besides our Horizon is
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
is past thy redress Yet I do thank thee for thy love unto me Enter Rosinda Cle. My Lord a servant of my Lord Polidacres Car. Tandorix what news Ros The Lady Lucora commanded me to deliver this Paper to you Car. T is most welcome would my heart could read it Ros I wish he had my daughter for he 's a noble gentleman Aside My Lord command you me any service Car. Onely my dear respects unto the Lady that sent you Ros Farewel Anclethe Exit Rosinda Car. The Letter SIR I am sorry that against my use I cannot answer you more civilly but I am blameless The fault being in your foolish passion and not my desire If in fairer terms you should receive my reply I am sure you would think it some beginning of love to you according to your desire I have none and I wish your love was so as mine so we might be friends yet I love you as a Gentleman of my acquaintance but if any more you rouble me with letters or courting I will hate you So I end Her own Lucora â—er own Lucora I cannot now conceive This Lady of a humane nature sure A woman cannot have so harsh a mind So I end what will she end so alwaies O then that I might end even now that all The sorrow that possesseth my whole body â—n every member would mutiny against My heart that so I might die speedily s it not miraculously strange that this â—oor microcosme this little body should Contain all the sorrow this great world can nflict upon it and not sink beneath o huge a burthen one hill does overcome The strugling of Enceladus a Giant And yet I stand I live what am I of Lucora's temper impregnable oh oh oh Cle. Alas my Master good my Lord collect Your strength and be not thus effeminate Car. I 'me manly boy for women cannot tell What thing affliction is their stony hearts Relent so little at it in their lovers Oh! I shall never have her now I give Liberty to a just despaire to wrack me And it must ever do so What a Chaos Of misery is an unfortunate Lover Cle. I pray you Sir put off this vehemency of passion she will relent Car. Never whil'st I live Cle. She will indeed I know she will Car. Woo'd she would love me after I am dead for her It were some happiness to think that Anclethe Cle. I doubt not but she will shortly be yours my Lord And weep for joy to hear me make relation Of this same violent passion you are in now Car. Thou art a good boy but this Lady O my heart Could sitting down in Cassiopeia's chair And kicking proud Arctophylax from the skie Could stopping the Septentrian sevenfold teame And putting out the starry Eagles eies Could swimming violently up those Rocks From which the Memphian Nilus tumbles down Could the compelling of rash Phaetons Sire To change his course and run from north to South Could the adventuring to undertake A journey through Affrickes dread'st wilderness When the Aeolians do loudest breath And vale the Sun with sandy mountains height Enforce her to repent the Tragedy By these attempts drawn on me she should find What truth of love was in her servants mind Clea. Keep back his hands O heavens from violent deeds Let him not offer injury against His own dear life Car. I have pratled too much but I ha done No longer shall my happiness be delaid Nor the displeased destinies any more Jeer the sad depth of wretchedness I live in Thus Here I fall her cruel sacrifice Clea. Hold for heavens sake hold Car. T is too late to prevent Patience Anclethe commend me to Lucora That Angel beauty without Angel pity Tell her my wofull story how ere since Thou knew'st me I have languished for her That I have spent whole nights in tears and sighes What days in solitude to think of her That I did suffer her unkindness while I had a dram of patience left within me Tell her how her most cruel letter rais'd A despair higher then my strength and that Under her strange unkindness I am faln Weep not Anclethe I am faint struck dumb Fly passionate soul into Elizium He faints Cle. O my dear Lord brave young Carionil I 'le wash thy wound with tears stop it with sighes Unkindest day that ever wore the sun Thou art accurst for giving light unto His hand to guide it to an act so much Beneath manhood O me I am undone What now will my disguise avail me Foolish sister Lucora O ye heavens Where lies our difference are we not the same By birth on both sides of one sex sure nature Degenerates against it self or this Untimely O ye Gods I dare not name it Nor will I believe it he is alive So suddenly the world cannot be ruin'd Which is if he be lost all vertue gone All valour piety and every thing Mortality can boast of My Lord noble Carionil he doth not hear me alas I am for ever most desolate of women Injurious heart-strings break why do you tie Me to a life millions of degrees more lothsome Then the forgetful sepulchre of death Would some commiserating benevolent star Which carries fate in 't would in pitty to My misery take me from it for love he Lies here this bemoaned spectacle and shall My passion be undervalued tears nor sighes Nor Dirges sung by me eternally Can parallel our loves at full 't must be The same way and it shall the same blade Shall be the instrument and I receive it Tragediously here on my knees wood some Kind body would interr us in one tomb Be firm my hand and bold Fal. Anclethe Enter Falorus Cle. My Lord Carionil cals isâ—t you then Fal. But I must hold you and bereave your hand Cle. And you may also die your friend is slain My noble Lord Carionil is dead The paper in his left hand yet that brought His reason into such subjection That he even frantickly did stab himself Fal. I will extend my life till I have read it He reads the Letter This Lady is a rough blown sea on which His worthy life has foully suffer'd shipwrack I have her not Mercury pleading in her defence With Oratory able to stint Ioves wrath When he has bespoke thunderbolts of the Cyclops To wreak some injury should ever win me To her bed Polidacre mew her up Like Danae in a brazen fort or else Make her to answer with her life this murther She 's accessary to proud piece of vanity I do want words to give my thoughts expression So much I hate her Prithee Anclethe pardon My injury against thy rest for holding Thee in a life so loth'd as this is to thee I le lead thee Car. Oh oh Cle. Withhold awhile my Lord he groans Car. Thou art the cause Lucora and I must not I blame thee I struck not that blow right but this shall do 't Wam fainter then I guess'd I have not enter'd B hat who
what one another will Fal. This favours frantickly Cle. Deprive him not of reason but exalt Him to himself O heavens Ah me Car. T is true The sea is alwaies full of water The Lands do relieve it and yet has no cause For lamentation but wofull man Hath but a few indeed a very few Salt tears to mollifie the burthenous draught Of misery which his malignant Stars Compell him to endure What his Mistris venome obstinacy not possible T is unsufferable above our frail carriage Fal. The word friend waies all titles of honour down And therefore not by them but that I beseech you Not to neglect your self I 've lately known The time when death almost inevitable Could not unfix your thoughts This cause is weaker Car. How Fal. Believe me friend Car. Believe you I would believe thee friend Didst thou affirm absurdest contraries That the Sun was extinguished and the bright Moon was blown out and all the Stars were faln And nature yet harmonious disordered Into another Chaos I would believe you For rather then you should pronounce a falshood Things that are not would be Fal. Alas you are distempered I grieve to see you so for so poor a cause Car. It is a weighty one and if the brave Fam'd off-spring of Alcmena had endur'd it He had enlarg'd his labours to thirteen And been another wonder to the world But noblest friend you know the History How he the knotty club did lay aside Put off the rough Nemaean skin and don'd Maidens apparrel for the love he bore To ruin'd Picus daughter young Iole Fal. But he nere offer'd violence to himself Cle. He did not Sir be counsel'd by your friend Do my good Lord. Car. He had not cause she did return him love And except in this case I would suffer Beyond expression from another hand Without a thought to use my own But you May say I 'me passionate t is right I am so I know 't and you cannot expect less from me Were I as free from love as you have known me You should not taxe me with that fault although Unstable fortune made an Irus of me But you may call this boasting Fal. Far be it from me t is a perfect truth Cle. Ah Alas Car. Leave sighing boy prethee Fal. Come You shall be temperate again my friend And have fair likelyhood to obtain your Lady Car. Impossible Fal. I 've form'd the plot already you must be draw near Car. How a Negro an Ethiopian t' is frivolous She is too obdurate most obstinate Fal. Hath she not refused the bravest and handsomest gentlemen of this kingdome You cannot deny it Be therefore counselled She that cannot love a man of a better complexion On one of them may settle her affection Car. I have some hope again you shall stay with my friend refuse it not I prethee For many conveniences it is necessary I every day shall see thee and shortly will take thee agen Cle. My Lord I beseech you Car. Nay my Anclethe let me not use words As thou dost love me deny me not Cle. Sir I am charm'd and will obey you Fal. Come le ts walk and I 'le instruct you fully Exeunt Omnes Scena secunda Enter Iaques solus drunk THis London wine is a parlous liquor t will turn you a mans head so long round that at last 't will set it where his heeles should be another glass on t had prov'd me a reeler a cotqueane which I was never brought up to I learnt a song of my old graâ—am many a good ballad she would have sung me by the fire side ore a black pot but your city wine is a more stinging liquor She left me a very fair cow but a villanous thief stole me her foul cheeve him for it and escap'd I know not whither but all 's won much good do him with it my Ladies Worships service is better then a team of oxen But the song must not be forgot 1. All that about me sit Laugh at my pleasant wit And neither cough nor spit Till I have done a. For I will sing a song That fitly shall be long To a cow and not wrong Mount Helicona 2. Don Quixots Rosinant And Sancho's asse errant And Bankes his horse do want What she may brag of They would ones breech much gall And give one many a fall Sufficient therewithal To break ones crag off 3. That Jove did love a steed I yet did never reed But by all t is agreed Io he loved No beast upon the field Doth man more profit yield Whither alive or kild As may be proved Well I 'le to my chamber and sleep awhile otherwise I' st ha a foule deal of do to keep me on my legs this afternoon Enter Lorece Iaques is now a very Barnabey Lore Iaques so ho my boy Exit Iaques His maâ—ch is extraordinary sure the rogue 's drunk He 's so very deaf The report is that Doctor Aristotle cast himself into the sea because he could not with all his rambling Philosophy find out the natural cause of the ebbing and flowing of it but had his good scholarship been troubled with my Mistris he might a jolted out his brains against a rock for his dulness in inventing a method of wooing to win her Ladiship withal I here will sit and muse Sits in a private place Enter Vandona and Iaques Iaq. Indeed Madam I will be very serviceable unto you if now and then you will suffer me to be blith and full of merry moods Van. Iaques where ha you been Ia. At the spigget Is it not a very rainy wet day Van. Thou art well washed within Iaq. T is a very dark day the sun shines clear tho Van. T' hast a light head Iaques Iaq. And yet I cannot bear 't stedfast on my shoulders wine's monstrous strong Let me see who am I Van. Th' art a fool Iaq. The play 's the better for 't Van. Y' are a drunken coxcomb go Iaq. Thou captive Greek I am a Beglerbeg Van. Thou woot be a beggar and thou leav'st not thy drinking Iaq. Thou me Roxalana am not I the great Sultan Van. A booby Iaq. You shew your breeding to upbraid the Majesty of the Grand Signior Van. Peace no more fooling Iaq. You are drunk with north countrey Balderdash you keep no wine water your kitlings with beer nothing but wine shall be drunk in my court Van. I shall be troubled with him else Embassadors wait your return at your Palace Iaq. We will withdraw send the Bashaes after me they shall present me wine Exit Lorece discloseth himself Van. Is he here I shall be courted certainly and perhaps shall yield Lore Most welcome happiest Genius of my life Dearest Vandona let your lilly hand Enrich my lips Van. Y' are very complemental servant Lore Mistris faith I love you as for millions of causes So also for a natural demeanour It showes you are no of-spring of the City Van. You would marry none servant Lore No six
Captain Mat. Thou coward many hundreds Trap. The Gods send them more wit that 's eene all that I can say but I pray you Sir Captain now I think ont'â— perswade my Father and mother sisters and uncles and aunts and all the kin I have to turn souldiers that they may be kil'd quickly and I be their heir I swear Captain you should lose nothing by 't I would give you a good present for 't Mat. Base coward Trap. Good Captain what is the meaning of coward I have often heard that word and would fain know the true meaning of it Mat. A coward is a fellow base as thou One that doth spend his precious time in sloth Cares not what alterations kingdomes have So he at home may welter in his pleasures A fellow that had rather sit all day Drinking tobacco and carousing cups Then die his sword in blood of enemies Trap. VVhy then Captain in faith I am a very coward t is better by half then a souldier I know there is far more pleasure in a glass of good wine and a pipe of true Varines then in bullets whizzing about ones ears and pikes or halberts or what you will abeating out ones teeth Mat. Thou dunghil wretch Trap. Seignior Captain be not angry for I vow I mean earnest I should never digest the souldiery life nor am I sure wood Flametta and the Gods help them that do Matte Thou earthen-minded slave t is pity thou shouldest eat or drink that hast no better thoughts Trap. Not as long as I pay for 't what the Devil have I to do with your souldery Sir Captain give me leave to be of my own mind and a Coward for i 'me sure no wise man but wood say as I do let those follow your wars that are aweary of their lives Matte Thou art as dunghil a minded Rascal as ere I heard in my life I would not for any thing thou wast a Spaniard thou wouldst be a slander to the whole Nation And Villain I tell thee if thou wert one I would kill thee Mattemores would do it and so I leave it Exit Trap. Farewel my Sir Don go hang your self what have I to do with your wars tro for nothing would I venter to fight but Flametta and for her I durst not exceed about it fifty Cuffs or about with a little pair of Cudgels at the most I should never endure to shoot off a Gun not I the very noise of it would make me endanger my Breeches Enter Horatio Brunetto honest Brunetto how dost do be merry man this time will have an end man and till it come be as jovial as thou canst thou wouldst ene a bleâ—â— thy self to a seen how I vext the patience of my Lord Barbarin Horat. You have not sure Trap. Marry but I have and to the purpose too Horat. Then you are undone Trappolin Trap. Why man Horat. The Duke has left him and the Lord Machavil governours till his return Trap. The Devil he has Horat. T is very true Trap. Troth then I am but little better I fear Enter Officers 1. That 's he 2. Lay hold on him Trap. Brunetto I am undâ—n thy Trappolin must to the Jayle pray you my small friends give me leave to speake but one word Remember me to my sugar-candy Flametta 3. Away with him 4. To prison with the saucy Rogue Exeunt Horat. I came to Mantoa to ayde the Duke My Uncle gainst his foes the Florentines Where hearing every man to praise the beauty Of sweet Prudentia the report did win me Being taken in the wars I was not sad Because I was to go where she did live But seeing so many Princes all desirous To marry her I knew the great Duke never Would bestow her on Savoyes second Son And therefore yet I have concealed my self Nor doth she know I am Horatio For want of opportunity I yet Could nere so much as sigh within her hearing Enter Prudentia and Hipolita Hipo. The Lady Isabella by her picture May be supposed to be a matchless fair one Each feature of her face is wondrous good And her fine head of hair 's a curious colour Prud. In her we shall be happy all for she The world reports hath equal to her forme A noble and a vertuous mind Whos 's that Hipo. He is your brothers prisoner called Brunetto That in the wars of Mantoa was took Prud. T is a handsome man Hipo. And thought by all the Court a Gentleman Of good descent but he hath not disclosed His parentage to any Prude Why doth he not Hipol That no man knows yet besides himself Prud. How melancholy he doth seem Hipo. He hath good cause for it Madam Who can be merry in Captivity Pruden T is true A Gentleman of good descent suppos'd I never saw a man of braver Carriage Nor one that pleas'd me better then he doth Aha! Hipo. Why sigh you Madam Prud. To think of fortune perhaps this prisoner Is of a house as good as the Medices Hath lived before the wars of Mantua In all the happiness you could desire And now we see him thus Hipol Methinks I hear him sigh Prud. And so do I. Hipo. He 's gone Exit Horatio Prud. But with how sad a gate Methinks I am not as I was before Hipolita Hip. Madam Prud. Preethee go tune my Lute I have a mind To sing a little I shall forget to play If I so seldome use it Hip. I go Madam Exit Hipolita Prud. I have sent her hence that I might search my heart For sure it is not as it lately was It is so full of thoughts I cannot find The free access into it I had wont What should the reason be what have I don To breed this alteration nothing I Ere I came here I felt my self as free From this strange what it is I cannot tell The place is not bewitched sure nor have I seen ought but this hapless prisoner ' Alas poor Gentleman for in his looks And in his carriage I can guess him such How little to the fates art thou beholding To let thee live a prisoner thus how now What i' st I say talk of Brunetto Oh I am in Love the Gods will have it so Exit Scena tertia Enter Barbarino Machavil Mattemores and Officers leading Trappolin after them Barb. This man Lord Machavil is one of those That doth in Florence nourish vice he is A pander one that if he sees a stranger Straight makes acquaintance with him for what end Your self may guess so he may gain thereby He would betray our daughters lead our sons To Brothels vicious and full of rottenness Trap. I wonder how the Divel he came to know any thing that I did Barb. This writing yesternight was presented to me Here you may see what enormities he is guilty of Trap. His Lordship would shew himself a great hater of bawdery Mach. T is good we did examine him Mat. And there is not such a coward in Tuscany He 's