am thine Lords looke not strange These two are they at whose birthes enuies tongue Darted enuenom'd stings these are the fruite Of this most vertuous tree that multitude That many headed beastes nipt their sweet hearts With wrongs with bitter wrongs al you hane wrong'd her My selfe haue done most wrong for I did try To breake the temper of true constancie But these whom all thought murdred are aliue My Grissill liues and in the booke of Fame All worldes in golde shall register her name Le. Mar. Most dreaded Lord Marq. Arise flatterers get you gone Exeunt Lep. Ma. Your soules are made of blacke confusion Father Ianicola Ia. Oh pardon me Though dumbe betwixt my griefe and ioy I be Marq. Who stands thus sad what brother Laureo Eau. Pardon me my gratious Lord for now I see That Schollers with weake eyes pore on their bookes But want true soules to iudge on Maiestie None else but Kings can know the hearts of Kings Hence foorth my pride shall fly with humbler wings Marq. Our pardon and our loue circle thee round Le ts all to banquet mirth our cares confound Ow. Holde holde holde banquet if you banquet so Sir Owen is like to haue sheere her Latie heere is cog a hoope now at this pray Cozen keepe your promise Rees the wandes Rees your medicines and fine trigs to tame shrewes Marq. Furio where be the wands that I bound vp Fur. Heere my Lord Marq. I wreath'd them then sir Owen and you see They still continue so wreath you these three Ow. Owe winde them yes is winde them and mag good mightie cudgell to tame and knog her Latie and she prawle or crie or giue preade and meate to peggers or teare pondes by God is well remembred too Cozen you promis'd to helpe her to her Duckegs for all her paper and pondes is torne Mar. And I wil kéep my promise wreath your wands Owen Owe Gods lid mine is stubberne like Gwenthians Gods plude see it preakes in snip snap péeces what now Cozen Marq. But cozen these you see did gently bowe I tride my Grissils patience when t was greene Like a young Ouer and I moulded it Like waxe to all impressions married men That long to tame their wiues must curbe them in Before they néed a bridle then they 'll prooue All Grissils full of patience full of loue Yet that olde tryall must be tempered so Least seeking to tame them they master you Owen By God is true as Pistle and Gospel oh true out a cry Marq. But you Sir Owen giuing her the head As you gaue liberty to those three wandes Shee 'll breake as those doe if you bend her now And then y' are past all helpe for if you striue You 'll gaine as gamesters doe that sildome thriue owe. What shall doe to her Latie then is pest run away cozen or knog her braines out for is as faliant as Mars if I be anger Iul. That were a shame eyther to run away from a woman or to strike her your best Phisicke Sir Owen is to weare a veluet hand leaden eares and no tongue you must not fight howsoeuer she quarrels you must be deafe whensoeuer she brawles and dumbe when your selfe should brabble take this cawdle next your heart euery morning and if your wife be not patient the next remedy that I know is to buy your winding sheete Gwe. Cozen Marquesse cozen Iulia and Lawrds and Laties all it shall not need as her cozen has tryed Grissill so Gwenthian has Sir Owen Ow. Owe by Cod is thought should pull her downe ah ha Gwe. Is not pul'd downe neither but sir Owen shal be her head and is sorry has anger her head and mag it ake but pray good Knight be not proude triumph too much freade her Latie downe God vdge mee will tag her will againe doe what her can Ow. By Cod is loue her out a cry now sir owen could tame her before but Prittish ploude scawrnes to side with Laties yes faith scornes out a cry a pogs on t t is nought Gwenthian shall no more be call'd Gwenthian but patient Grissill ah ha is Marq. Our ioyes are compleate forward to our feast Patience hath won the prize and now is blest Iu. Nay brother your pardon awhile besides our selues there are a number héere that haue behelde Grissils patience you owne tryals and Sir Owens sufferance Gwenthians frowardnes these Gentlemen louertine and my selfe a hater of loue amongst this company I trust there are some mayden batchelers and virgin maydens those that liue in that freedome loue it those that know the war of mariage and hate it set their hands to my bill which is rather to dye a mayde and leade Apes in hell then to liue a wife and be continually in hell Gwen. Iulia by your leaues a lidle while you taug and you prable about shidings in mariages and you abuse yong mens and damsels fraide them from good sportes and honorable states but heare you now awl that bee sembled heere know you that discord's mag good musicke and when loners fall out is soone fall in and t is good you knaw pray you al be maried for wedlocke increases peoples and cities awl you then that haue husbands that you would pridle set your hands to Gwenthians pill for t is not fid that poore womens should be kept alwaies vnder Marq. Since Iulia of the maides and Gwenthian Of froward wiues intreate a kinde applaude See Grissill among all this multitude Who will be friend to gentle patience Ow. Ha ha ha Grissil is weary pray let sir owen speag Grissill is patient and her cozen is patient therefore is speage for two Gods plude you see her Latie is spride of buttrie yet sir owen tame her and teare her ruffes mag her cry and put ou her parrels and say is sorry Sir owen marg that well if sir owen was not patient her Latie had not beene pridled if Grissill had not beene patient her cozen Marquesse had not been pridled well now if you loue sir owens Latie I hope you loue sir owen too or is grow mighty angry sir owen loue you as God vdge mee out a cry a terrible feale doe you heare now then pray awl that haue crabbed husbands and cannot mend them as Grissils had and awl that haue fixen wiues and yet is tame her well enough as sir owen does awl that haue scoldes as sir owen does and awl that loue faire Laties as sir owen does to sed her two hands to his pill and by God shall haue sir owens heard and soule in his pellie and so God saue you all Man gras wortha whee Man gras wortha whee God night Cozens awl Exeunt FINIS
these attires They are to me but as you liuerie And from your humble seruant when you please You may take all this outside which indéede Is none of Grissills her best wealth is neede I le cast this gaynesse of and be content To weare this russet brauerie of my owne For that 's more warme then this I shall looke olde No sooner in course freeze then cloth of golde Marq. Spite of my soule shee le triumph ouer mee Fur. Your gloue my Lord Marq. Cast downe my gloue againe Stoope you for it for I will haue you stoope And kneele euen to the meanest groome I keepe Gris. T is but my duetie if you le haue me stoope Euen to your meanest groome my Lord I le stoope Marq. Furio how slouenly thou goest attir'd Fur. Why so my lorde Marq Looke heere thy shooes are both vntide Grissill kneele you and tye them Fur. Pardon me Marq. Quickely I charge you Gris. Friend you doe me wrong To let me holde my Lord in wrath so long Stand still I le kneele and tye them what I doe Furio t is done to him and not to you Tye them Fur. T is so Marq. Oh strange oh admirall patience I feare when Grissills bones sleepe in her graue The world a second Grissill nere will haue Now get you in Gris. I goe my gracious Lord Exit Marq. Didst thou not here her sigh did not one frown Contract her beautious forehead Fur. I saw none Marq. Did not one drop fal downe frō sorrowes eies To blame my heart for these her iniuries Fur. Faith not a drop I feare shee le frowne on mee For doeing mee seruice Marq. Furio that I le trie My voice may yet ore-take her Grissill Grissill Enter Grissill Fur. She comes at first call Gris. Did my Lorde call Marq. Woman I cald thee not I said this slaue was like to Grissill Grissill And must you therefore come to torture mee Nay stay here 's a companion fit for you Thou vexest me so doth this villaine to But ere the Sun to his highest throne ascend My indignation in his death shall end Gris. Oh pardone him my Lord for mercies wings Beares round about the world the fame of Kings Temper your wrath I beg it on my knee Forgiue his fault though you le not pardon mée Marq. Thanke her Fu. Thankes Madame Marq. I haue not true power To wound thée with deniall oh my Grissill How dearely should I loue thee Yea die to doe thee good but that my subiects Upbraid me with thy birth and call it base And grieue to sée thy Father and thy Brother Heau'de vp to dignities Gris. Oh cast them downe And send poore Grissill poorely home againe High Cedars fall when lowe shrubs safe remaine Exit Enter at the same doore Mario and Lepido Mari. Fetch me a cup of wine Fur. Shee s a saint sure Marq. Oh Furio now I le boast that I haue found An Angell vpon earth she shal be cround The empresse of all women Lepido Mario what was she that passed by you Both Your vertuous wife Marq. Call her not vertuous For I abhorre her did not her swolne eyes Looke red with hate or scorne did she not curse My name or Furioes name Mari. No my deare Lord Marq. For he and I raild at her spit at her I le burst her heart with sorrow for I grieue To see you grieue that I haue wrong'd my state By louing one whose basenes now I hate Enter Grissill with wine Come faster if you can forbeare Mario T is but her office what she does to mée She Shall performe to any of you three I le drinke Lep. I am glad to see her pride thus trampeled downe Marq. Now serue Mario then serue Lepido And as you bowe to me so bend to them Gris. I le not deni 't to win a diademe Mari. Your wisdome I commend that haue the power To raise or throw downe as you smile or lower Gris. Your patience I commend that can abide To heare a flatterer speake yet neuer chide Marq. Hence hence dare you controule thē whome I grace Come not within my sight Gris. I will obey And if you please nere more beholde the day Exit Marq. Furio Fur. My Lorde Marq. Watch her where she goes And marke how in her lookes this tryeall shewes Fur. I will Exit Marq. Mario Lepido I loath this Grissill As sicke men loath the bitterest potion Which the Phisitions hand holdes out to them For Gods sake frowne vpon her when she smiles For Gods sake smile for ioy to see her frowne For Gods sake scorne her call her beggers brat Torment her with your lookes your words your déedes My heart sha'l leape for ioy that her heart bleedes Wilt thou doe this Mario Mari. If you say Mario doe this I must in it obey Marq. I know you must so Lepido must you T is well but counsell me what 's best to doe How shall I please my subiects doe but speake I le doe it though Grissills heart in sunder breake Lepi. Your subiects doe repine at nothing more Then to beholde Ianicola her Father And her base brother lifted vp so high Mari. To banish them from Court were pollicie Marq. Oh rare oh profound wisedome deare Marie It foorthwith shall be done they shall not stay Though I may win by them a Kingdomes sway Exit Lep. Mario laugh at this Ma. Why so I doe Hedlong I had rather fall to miserie Then see a begger rais'd to dignitie Exeunt Enter Babulo singing with a boy after him Bab. Boy how sits my rapier la sol la sol c. Boy It hangs as euen as a chandlers beame Bab. Some of them deserue to hang vpon a beame for that euennes boy learne to give euery man his due giue the hangman his due for hee 's a necessary member Boy That 's true for he cuts of manie wicked mēbers Bab. Hee s an excellent barber he shaues most cleanly But page how dost thou like the Court Boy Prettilie and so Bab. Faith so doe I pretlie and so I am wearie of being a Courtiour Boy Boy That you cannot bee Master for you are but a Courtiers man Bab. Thou saist true thou art the Courtiers mans boy so thou art a courtier in decimo sexto in the least volume or a courtier at the third hand or a courtier by reuersion or a courtier three descents remoued or a courtier in minoritie or an vnder Courtier or a courtier in posse and I thie Master in esse Boy A posse an esse non este argumentum Master Bab. Thou hast to much wit to be so little but imitation imitation is his good Lord and Master Enter Ianicola Laureo and Furio Ian. Banisht from Count oh what haue wee misdone Lau. What haue wee done wee must bee thus disgraced Fu. I know not but you are best packe t is my Lords will and that 's law I must vncase you your best course is to fall to your owne trades Ba. Sirra what
be counted iust And kicke against the faults of mighty men Oh t is in vaine the earth may euen as well Challenge the potter to be partiall For forming it to sundry offices Alas the errour of ambitious fooles How fraile are all their thoughts how faint how weake Those that doe striue to iustle with the great Are certaine to be bruz'd or soone to breake Come come mell with our Osiers heere let 's rest This is olde homely home that 's still best Enter Babulo with a bundle of Osiers in one arme and a childe in another Grissill after him with another childe Bab. Hush hush hush hush and I daunce mine own childe and I dance mine owne childe c ha ha whoop olde Master so ho ho looke heere and I dance mine own childe c heere 's sixteene pence a weeke and sixteene pence a weeke eight groates sope and candle I met her in Osier groue crying hush hush hush hush I thought it had been some begger woman because of her pitcher for you know they beare such houshold stuffe to put drinke and porrage together and I dance mine c. Lau. Oh father now forsweare all patience Grissill comes home to you in poore array Grissill is made a drudge a cast-away Ian. Grissill is welcome home to pouerty How now my childe are these thy pretty babes Ba. And I dance myne owne childe art thou there art thou there Ian. Why art thou thus come home who sent thee hyther Gri. It is the pleasure of my princely Lord Who taking some offence to me unknowne Hath banisht me from care to quietnes Ba. A fig for care olde Master but old graundsire take this little Pope Innocent wee 'll giue ouer basket making and turne nurses shee has unckled Laureo It s no matter you shall goe make a fire Grandsire you shall dandle them Grissill shale goe make Pap and I le licke the skillet but first I le fetch a cradle it s a signe t is not a deare yeare when they come by two at once heer 's a couple quoth Jacke dawe art thou there sing Grandsire Exit Ian. What said the Marquesse when he banisht thee Gri. He gaue me gentle language kist my cheeke For Gods sake therfore speake not ill of him Teares trickling from his eyes and sorowes hand Stopping his mouth thus did he bid adue Whilst many a deep fetcht sigh from his brest flew Therefore for Gods sake speake not ill of him Good Lord how many a kisse he gaue my babes And with wet eyes bad me be patient And by my truth if I haue any truth I came from Court more quiet and content By many a thousand part then when I went Therefore for Gods loue speake not ill of him Lau. O vile deiection of too base a soule Hast thou beheld the Paradice of Court Fed of rich seuerall meates bath'd in sweet streames Slep on the bed of pleasure sate inthroned Whilst troopes of Saint-like haue adored thee And being now throwne downe by violence Dost thou not enuy those that driue thee hence Gri Far be it from my heart from enuying my Lord In thought much lesse eyther in deed or word Lau. Then has not true soue for I would curse From the Sunnes rising to his westerne fall The Marquesse and his flattering minions Gri By day and night kind heauen protect them all What wrong haue they done me what hate to you Haue I not fed upon the Princes cost Been cloath'd in rich attyres liu'd on his charge Looke here my russet gowne is yet unworne And many a winter more may serue my turne By the preseruing it so many monthes The Pitcher unhurt see it is fill'd With christall water the crisped spring If you remember on my wedding day You sent me with this pitcher to the well And I came empty home because I met The gratious Marquesse and his company Now hath he sent you this cup full of teares You 'll say the comfort 's colde well be it so Yet euery little comfort helpes in woe Ian. True modle of true vertue welcome childe Thou and these tender babes to me are welcome We 'll worke to finde them foode come kisse them soone And let 's forget these wrongs as neuer done Enter Babulo with a cradle Ba. Come where be these infidels heere 's the cradle of security and pillow of idlenes for them and their Grandsires cloake not of hypocrisie but honesty to couer them Ian. Lay them both softly downe Grissill sit downe Laureo fetch my lute rocke thou the cradle Couer the poore fooles arme I le charme their eyes To take a sleepe by sweet tunde lullabyes The Song GOlden slumbers kisse your eyes Smiles awake you when you rise Sleepe pretty wantons doe not cry And I will sing a lullabie Rocke them rocke them lullabie Care is heauy therefore sleepe you You are care and care must keep you Sleepe pretty wantons doe not cry And I will sing a lullabie Rocke them rocke them lullabie Enter Furio and Marquesse aloofe disguised with baskets Fur. Leaue singing Ba. We may choose Grandsire sol fa once more we 'll alla mire him and he we waile in woe and who can hinder vs Fur. Sirra Scholler read there it 's a commission for mee to take away these children Ba. Nay then y' are welcome there 's foure groates and heere 's foure more Gri. To take away my children gentle Furio Why must my babes beare this vngentle doome Fur. Goe looke Lau. O misery O most accursed time When to be foes to guilt is helde a crime Sister this fiend must beare your infants hence Ia. Good Grissil beare al wrongs with patience Weepes Gri. Good father let true patience cure all woe You bid me be content oh be you so Lau. Father why doe you weepe Ian. What can I doe Though her he punish he might pitty you Lau. Let 's fret and curse the Marquesse cruelly Ba. I by my troth that 's a good way we may well do it now we are out of his hearing Gri. Must I then be diuorc'd and loose this treasure I must and am content since t is his pleasure I prie thee tell we whither they must goe Fu. No Gri. Art thou commaunded to conceale the place Fur. I Gri. Then will not I inquire thou dost but iest I know thou must not rob me t is to try If I loue them no no heere I read That which strikes blinde mine eyes makes my heart bleede Farewell farewell deare soules adue adue Your father sendes and I must part from you I must oh God I must must is for Kings And loe obedience for loe vnderlings Lau. He shall not hale them thus keep them perforce This slaue lookes on them with a murdring eye Ba. No he shal not haue them knocke out his braines and saue the little hop a my thombes Fa. Doe if you dare Marq. How now my hearts what 's the matter Fu. What car'st thou Lau. This is poore Grissil wife
drudge Loade me I pray thee I am borne to beare Lau. But I le no longer beare a logger head Thus I le cast downe his fewell in dispight So though my heart be sad my shoulder 's light Gri. Alas what doe you brother see you not Our dread Lord yonder come performe his will Oh in a subiect this is too too ill Marq. What mean'st thou fellow to cast downe thy loade Lau. I have cast downe my burthen not my loade The loade of your grosse wrongs lyes héere like leade Marq. What fellow is this Gris. Your handmaid Grissils brother Marq. Take him away into the Posters lodge Lau. Lodge me in dungeons I will still exclaime On Gwalters cursed acts and hated name Exit with Marq. Marq. Grissill Take you his load and beare it in Ba. Oh tiger minded monstrous Marquesse make thy Ladie a collier Marq. What 's that that villiane prates so Bab. God blesse the noble Marquesse Marq. Sirha take you his coales Grissill depart Returne but beare that first Gris. With all my heart Exeunt Gris. and Ba. grinning at him Marq. Stay you Ianicola I haue heard you sing Ian I could haue sung when I was free from care Marq. What grief can in your aged bosome lie Ian. Griefe that I am vngratious in your eye Ba. Then would he not desire your company Enter Grissill Marq. Ianicola here is a bridall song Play you the Larke to greete my blessed sunne Grissill are you return'd play you the morning To leade forth Gratiana my bright bride Goe in and waite on her Ianicola Sing Hymeneus himmes Musicke I say Exit Grissill Ow. Tawsone Tawsone Cozens aul and here harmonies and sol faes The Song Song Beautie arise shew foorth thy glorious shining Thine eyes feed Loue for them he standeth pyning Honour and youth attend to doe their duetie To thee their onely soueraigne Beautie Beautie arize whilst we thy seruants sing Ioue to Hymen wedlocke iocund King Ioto Hymen lo lo sing of wedlock loue and youth is Hymen King Beauty arise beauty arise thy glorious lightes display Whilst we sing so glad to see this day Io Io Io Hymen Io Io sing Of wedlocke loue and youth is Hymen King Marq. Art thou as glad in soule as in thy song Ian. Who can be glad when he indureth wrong Ow. As Cod vdge me Ian Niclas is honest man hee does not flatter and sembles but tell his intentions owe more melodies owe heere come her new pride Musicke sounds enter Grissill alone after her the Marquesse Sonne and daughter Iulia Gwenthian and other Ladies and Mario and Furio Marq. Salute my beautious loue All All ioy betide to Gratiana our deare Marquesse Bride Marq. Bring me a crowne of gold to crowne my loue A wreath of willow for dispised Grissill Gri. Grissill is not despised in your eye Sithence you name her name so gently Ow. Gwenthians there 's wiues there 's patient wiues Gwe Fuh fuh is fooles Tawsone is arrant pobie fooles Marq. Grissill place you this crowne vpon her head Put these imbrodered slippers on her feete T is well deliuer me your wedding ring Circle- her finger with it now stand by Art thou content with all Gris. Content with all Marq. My Bride is Crown'd now tell me all of you Which of you euer saw my loue before What is her name her birth place or estate Lep. Till now I neuer behelde her beautie Ono. Nor I Vrc. Trust me nor I Far. By my troth nor I Mari. We heare that she was borne in Germany And halfe heyre to the Duke of Brandenburgh Marq. You all heare this and all thinke this All We doe Marq Then Fu. stand thou foorth Lords in his brest A loyall seruants true soule doth rest Furio shall be apparrelled in a robe Fur. I shall not become it Marq. Some that are great put robes on Parasites Mario Lepido come you two hither Are not you richly clad haue I done so Both What meanes your grace by this Marq. Gracelesse haue done Truth sildome dwels in a still talking tongue Furio bring Laureo from the Porters lodge Take in Ianicola and cloath them both In rich abiliments they shall awhile Be flattered with false fortunes wanton smiles Ia. Fortune can do no more then she hath done They that are markt to woe to woe must run Exit Futio Ianicola Marq. How doe you like my Bride Gri. I thinke her blest To haue the loue of such a noble Lord Marq. You flatter me Grissi. Indeed I speake the truth Onely I prostrately beseech your grace That you consider of her tender yeares Which as a flower in spring may soone be nipt With the least frost of colde aduersity Marq Why are not you then nipt you stil seeme fresh As if aduersities colde Izie hand Had neuer laide his fingers on your heart Gri. It neuer toucht my heart aduersity Dwels still with them that dwels with misery But milde content hath eas'd me of that yoake Patience hath borne the bruize and I the stroke Enter Furio Ianicola and Laureo striuing about attyre Lau. Giue him his silkes they shal not touch my back Marq. What strife is there what aileth Laureo Lau. I will not weare proud trappings like a beast Yet hourelie feele the scornfull riders spurre Marq. Cloth olde Ianicola in rich attire Ian. Doe load me for to beare is my desire Marq. Doe ye repine nay then I le vex you more Grissill I will receiue this second wife From none but from thy hands come giue her mée Gris. I heere present you with an endlesse blisse Rich honour beautious vertue vertuous youth Long liue my Lord with her contentedly owe. Marg patience there Gwenthyan see you thade Marq. Grissill dost thou deliuer me this maide As an vntainted flower which I shall keepe Despite of enuies canker till the rust Of all consuming death finish her lilfe Gri. I doe my deare Lord and as willingly As I deliuered vp my maiden youth Marq. What saies Ianicola Ia. I say but thus Great men are Gods and they haue power ore vs Marq. Grissill hold fast the right hand of my bride Thou wearst a willow wreath and she a crowne True bride take thou the crowne and she the wreath Mari. My gratious Lord you doe mistake your selfe Marq. Peace peace thou Siccophant Grissil receiue Large interests for thy loue and sufferance Thou gau'st me this faire maide I in exchange Returne thee her and this young Gentleman Thy Sonne and daughter kisse with patience And breath thy vertuous spirit into their soules Gwe. Owe Sir Owen marg you now the man is yéelded to her Latie lerne now Sir owen learne learne Knight your duetie see you thade Marq. Why stands my wronged Grissil thus amazed Gris. Ioy feare loue hate hope doubts incompasse me Are these my children I supposed slaine Ia. Are these my nephewes that were murdred Gri. Blessing distill on you like morning deaw My soule knit to your soules knowes you are mine Ma. They are I