Syring straight and your Lotium vnspile Enter Franchiscina Free: See Sir this is she Mal. This Free This Mal. A Curtesan Now cold bloud defend me what a proportion afflictes me Fran. O mine aderliuer loue vat sall me do to requit dis your must affection Free Marry salute my friend clippe his necke and kisse him welcome Fran. A mine art Sir you bin very velcome Free Kisse her man with a more familiar affection so come what entertainement goe to your Lute Exit Fran. And how dost approue my somtimes elected fees none of your ramping Cannibals that deuoure mās flesh nor any of your curtian gulfes that will neuer be satisfied vntill the best thing a man has be throwne into them I lou'd her with my heart vntill my soule shewed me the imperfection of my body and placed my affection on a lawful loue my modest Beatrice which if this short heeles knew there were no being for mee with eyes before her face But faith dost thou not some what excuse my sometimes incontinency with her enforciue beauties Speake Ma. Hah she is a whore is she not Free VVhore fie whore you may call her a Curtezan a Cocatrice or as that worthy spirite of an eternall happinesse saide a Suppositarie but whore fie t is not in fashion to call thinges by their right names is a great marchant a cockold you must say he is one of the liuery is a great Lord a foole you must say he is weake is a gallant pocky you must say he has the court skab come shee s your mistresse or so Enter Francischina with her Lute Come Syren your voice Fran. Vill not you stay in mine bosome to night loue Free By no meanes sweet breast this Gentleman has vowde to see me chastly layde Fran. He shall haue a bedde too if dat it please him Free Peace you tender him offence hee is one of a professed abstinence Syren your voyce and away She singes to her Lute The Song The darke is my delight So t is the Nightingales My Musicke 's in the night So is the Nightingales My body is but little So is the Nightingales I loue to sleepe gainst prickle So doth the Nightingale Thankes Busse so the night growes old good rest Fran. Rest to mine deare loue rest and no long absence Free Beleeue me not long Fran. Sall Ick not beleeue you long Exit Fracischina Fre. O yes come viah away boy on Exit his Page lighting him Enter Freuill and seemes to ouerheare Malheureus Mal. Is she vnchast can such a one be damde O loue and beautie yee two eldest seedes Of the vast Chaos what strong right you haue Euen in thinges diuine our very soules Free Wha ha ho come bird come stand peace Mal. Are strumpets then such things so delicate Can custome spoile what nature made so good Or is their Custome bad Beauti 's for vse I neuer saw a sweet face vitious It might be proud inconstant wanton nice But neuer tainted with vnnaturall vice Their worst is their best art is loue to winne O that to loue should be or shame or sinne Free: By the Lord hee 's caught Laughter eternall Mal: Soule I must loue her desteny is weake to my affection A common loue blush not faint breast That which is euer loued of most is best Let colder-eld the strongst obiections moue No lou 's without some lust no life without some loue Eree: Nay come on good sir what though the most odious spectacle the world can present be an imōdest vulgar woman Yet sir for my sake Mal: Well sir for your sake I le thinke better of them Free: Doe good sir and pardon me that haue brought you in You knowe the sight of vice augments the hate of sinne Mal: Hah will you go home sir 't is hye bed time Free: With all my hart sir only do not chide me I must confesse Mal: A wanton louer you haue been Free: O that to loue should be or shame or sinne Mal: Say yee Free Let colder eld the strongst obiections mooue Mal: Howe 's this Free: No loue 's without some lust No life without some loue go your wayes for an Apostata I beleue my cast garment must be let out in the seames for you when all is done Of all the fooles that would all man out-thrust He that 'gainst Nature would seeme wise is worst Exeunt Finis Actus Primi Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter Freeuile pages with torches and gentlemen with musicke Free: The morne is yet but younge here gentlemen This is my Beatrice window this the chamber Of my betrothed dearest whose chaste eyes Full of lou'd sweetnesse and cleare cherefulnes Haue gag'd my soule to her in ioyings Shredding away all those weake vnder-braunches Of base affections and vnfruitfull heates Here bestow your musick to my voyce Cantat Enter Beatrice aboue Alwaies a vertuous name to my chast loue Bea: Lou'd sir the honor of your wish returne to you I cannot with a mistres complement Forced discoursses or nice art of wit Giue entertaine to your deere wished presence But safely thus what harty gratefulnes Vnsulleine Silence vnaffected modesty And an vnignorant shamefastnes can expresse Receiue as your protested due Faith my hart I am your seruant O let not my secure simplicity breed your mislike As one quite voyde of skill T is Grace inough in vs not to be ill I can some good and faith I mean no hurt Do not then sweete wrong sober ignorance I iudge you all of vertue and our vowes Should kill all feares that base distrust can mooue my soule what say you still you loue Free: Still my vowe is vp aboue me like time Irrevocable I am sworne all yours No beauty shall vntwine our armes no face In my eyes can or shall seeme faire And would to God only to me you might Seeme only faire let others disesteeme Your matchles graces so might I safer seeme Enuie I couet not far far be all ostent Vaine boasts of beauties soft ioyes and the rest He that is wise pants on a priuate brest So could I liue in desart most vnknowne Your selfe to me enough were Populous Your eyes shall be my ioyes my wine that still Shall drowne my often cares your onely voyce Shall cast a slumber on my listning sence You with soft lip shall onely ope mine eyes And sucke theire lidds a sunder onely you Shall make me wish to liue not feare death So on your cheekes I might yeild latest breath O he that thus may liue and thus shall dye May well be enuied of a dietie Beat Deare my lou'd hart be not so passionate nothing extreame liues long Free: But not to be extreame nothing in loue 's extreame my loue receiues no meane Beat I giue you fayth and pre thee since poore foule I am so easy to beleeue thee make it much more pitty to deceiue me weare this sleight fauor in my remēbrance throweth downe a ring to him Free: Which
when I part from hope the best of life euer part from me Beat I take you and your word which may euer liue your seruant see day is quite broke vp the best of houres Free: Good morrow gracefull mistres our nuptiall day holds Beat With happy constancy a wished day Exit Enter Malhoureus Free: My selfe and all content rest with you Mal: The studious morne with paler cheeke drawes on The dayes bold light harke how the free-borne birdes Caroll their vnaffected passions The Nitingalls sing Now sing they sonnets thus they crye we loue O breath of heauen thus they harmles soules Giue intertaine to mutuall affects They haue no Baudes no mercenary bedds No politike restraints no artificiall heats No faint dissemblings no custome makes them blush No shame afflicts theire name O you happy beastes In whome an inborne heat is not held sinne How far transcend you wretched wretched man Whome nationall custome Tyrannous respects Of slauish order fetters lames his power Calling that sinne in vs which in all things els Is natures highest vertue O miseri quorum gaud a crimen haben Sure nature against vertue crosse doth fall Or vertues selfe is oft vnnaturall That I should loue a strumpet I a man of Snowe Now shame forsake me whether am I fallen A creature of a publique vse my frendes loue to To liue to be a talke to men a shame To my professed vertue O accursed reason How many eyes hast thou to see thy shame And yet how blind once to preuent defame Free Diaboli vertus in Lumbis est morrow my frend come I could make a tedious scene of this now but what pab thou art in loue with a Courtezan why sir should we loath all strumpet asume men should hate their owne mothers or sisters a sinne against kinde I can tell you Mal: May it be a wise man to be in loue Free: Let wise men alone t will beseeme thee and me well enough Mal: Shall I not offend the vowe band of our frendship Free: What to affect that which friend affected by heauen I resigne her freely the creature and I most growe of by this time shee has assurely heard of my resolued marriage and no question sweares Gods Sacrament ten Towsand Diuells I le resigne I faith Mal: I would but imbrace her heare her speake and at the most but kisse her Free: O frend he that could liue with the smoake of roast meate might liue at a cheape rate Mal: I shall neere prooue hartely receiued A kinde of flat vngratious modesty An insufficient dulnes staines my hauiour Free No matter sir In-sufficiency and sottishnes are much commendable in a most discommendable action now could I swallow thee thou hadst wont to be so harsh and cold I le tell thee Hell and the prodegies of angrie loue are not so fearefull to a thinking minde as a man without affection why frend Philosophie a nature are all one loue is the center in which all lines close the common bonde of being Mal: O but a chast reserued priuatnes a modest continence Free: He tell thee what take this as firmest sence In Continence will force a Continence Heate wasteth heate light defaceth light Nothing is spoyled but by his proper might This is some thing too waighty for thy floore Mal. But how so ere you shade it the worlds eye Shines not and open out Lying malice enuie are held but fidyngs Errors of rage when custome and the world Calls lust a crime spotted with blackest terrore Free Where errors are held Crimes Crimes are but errors Along sir to her shee is an arrand strumpet a strumpet is A Sarpego Venom de Gonory to man Offer to go out suddenly draws back Things actually possessed yet since thou art in loue And againe as good make vse of a Statue A body without a soule a carkasse three monethes dead Yet since thou art in loue Mal. Death man my destiny I cannot choose Free Nay I hope so againe they fell but onely flesh No iot affection so that euen in the enioying Absentem marmore amque putes yet since you needs must loue Mal. Vnauoidable though folly worse then madnes Free, Its true but since you needs most loue you must know this He that must loue a foole and he must kisse Enter Cocledemoy M. Cocledemoy vt vales Domine Cocl Ago tibi gratias my worshipfull friend how do'es your friend Free Out you rascall Cocle. Hang toastes you are an Asse much a your worships brayne lyes in your Calues bread a God boy I was at supper last night with a new weande bulchin bread a God drunke horribly drunke horribly drunke there was a wench one Franke Frailty a puncke an honest pole-cat of a cleane In step found legge smooth thigh and the nimble Diuell in her buttocke all fiest a grace when saw you Tysefew or M. Caqueteur that pratling gallant of a good draught common customes fortunate impudence and sound fare Free A way Rogue Cocl Hang toastes my fine boy my companion as worshipfull Mal. Yes I heare you are taken vp with schollers and church-men Enter Holifernes the Barbar Cocle. Qùanquam to Marce fili my fine boy does your worship want a Barber Surgeon Free Farewell knaue beware the Mulligrubs Exeunt Freeuill and Mat. Cocle. Let the Malligrubs beware the knaue what a Barbar Surgeon my delicate boy Holof. Yes sir an apprentise to surgery Ti s my fine boy to what bawdy house doth your Maister belong what 's thy name Holof. Holifernes Rain-scure Cocle. Rainscure good M. Holifernes I desire your further acquaintance nay pray yee bee couered my fine boy kill thy itch and heale thy skabes is thy Maister rotten Holif. My father forsooth is dead Cocle. And laid in his graue alas what comfort shall Peggy then haue Hol. None but me sir that 's my mothers sonne I assure you Cocl Mothers sonne a good witty boy would liue to read an Homilie well and to whome are you going now Hol. Marry forsooth to trim M. Mulligrub the Vintner Cocl Doe you know M. Mulligrub Hol. My Godfather Sir Cocl Good boy hold vp thy chops I pray thee doe one thing for me my name is Gudgeon Hol. good M. Gudgeon Cocl Lend me thy bason razer and Apron Hol. O Lord sir Cocl Wel spokē good english but what 's thy furniture worth Hol. O Lord sir I know not Cocl Well spoken a boy of a good wit holde this pawne where dost dwell Hol. At the signe of the three razor sir Cocl A signe of good shauing my carastrophonicall fine boy I haue an odde iest to trim M. Mulligrub for a wager a iest boy a humor I le returne thy thinges presently hold Hol. What meane you good M. Gudgeon Cocl Nothing faith but a iest boy drinke that I le recoile presently Hol. You 'le not stay long Cocl As I am an honest man the 3. razers Hol. I sir Exit Holifernes Cocl Good and if I shaue not M. Mulligrub
my wit has no edge and I may goe cacke in my pewter let me see a Barbar my scurule tongue will discouer me must dissemble must disguise for my beard my false hayre for my tongue Spanish Dutch or Welsh no a Northerne Barbar very good widdow Raine-soures man well newly entertainde right to hang tostes all cardes haue white backes and all knaues would seeme to haue white breaster so proceede now worshipfull Cocledemoy Exit Cocledemoy in his Barbars furniture Enter Marie Eough and Francischina with her Harye Loose chafing Mary Nay good sweete daughter doe not swagger so you heare your loue is to bee married true he does cast you off right he will leaue you to the world what then tho blew and white black and greene leaue you may not redde and yellow entertain you is there but one coullor in the Raine-bow Francis Grand Grincome on your sentences Gods sacrament ten towsand diuels take you you ha brought mine loue mine honor mine boddy all to noting Mary Fough To nothing I 'le be sworne I haue brought them to all the thinges I could I ha made as much a your maydenhead and you had beene mine owne daughter I could not ha sold your Mayden head oftner then I ha done I ha sworn for you God forgiue me I haue made you acquainted with the Spaniard Don Skirtoll with the Italian M. Beieroane with the Irish Lord S. Patrick with the Dutch Marchant Haunce Herkin Ginkin Skellam Flappdragon and specially with the greatest French and now lastly with this English yet in my conscience an honest Gentleman and am I now growne one of the accursed with you for my labour is this my reward am I calde Bawde Well Mary Fough goe thy wayes Mary Fough thy kind heart will bring thee to the Hospitall Francisc. Nay good Naunt you 'le helpe me to an oder loue vil you not Mar. Out thou naughty belly wouldst thou make mee thy Bawde thu 'st best make me thy Bawde I ha kept counsell for thee who paide the Apothecary wa st not honest Mary Fough who redeemde thy petticote and mantle wa st not honest Mary Fough who helped thee to thy custome not of swaggering Ireland Captaines nor of 2. s. Innes a court men but with honest atte-cappes wealthy flat-caps that pay for their pleasure the best of any men in Europe nay which is more in London and dost thou defile me vile creature Francis Foutra pon you Vitch Bawde Pole-catte Paugh did not you prayse Freeuill to mine loue Fough I did prayse I confesse I did prayse him I sede hee was a foole an vnthrift a true whoremaister I confesse a constāt drabbe keeper I confesse but what the winde is turnde Erancis. It is it is vile woman reprobate woman naughtie woman it is vat sal become of mine poore flesh now mine boddy must turne Turke for 2. d. O Diuela life a mine art Ick sall be reuengde doe ten thousand Hell damme me Ick sal haue the rouge trote cut and his loue and his friend and all his affinitie sall smart sall dye sal hang now legion of deuill seaze him de gran pest S. Anthonies fire and de hot Neopolitan poc rotte him Enter Freeuil and Malheureus Freeuil. Francischina Fran. O mine feete deerst kindest mine louing O mine towsand ten towsand delicated petty seet art Cantat Gallice a mine a deere leeuest affection Free Why Monky no fashion in you giue entertaine to my friend Franc. Icke sal make de most of you dat curtesie may Aunt Mary Mettre Faugh stooles stooles for des gallantes mine Mettre sing non oder song frolique frolique Sir but still complaine me doe her wrong lighten your heart Sir for me did but kisse her for me did but kis her and so let go Your friend is very heauy ick sall neere like such sad company Free No thou delightest onely in light Company Fran: By mine trot he been very sad vat ayle you sir Mal. A tooth ake Lady a paultry rheume Fran. De diet is very goot for de rheume Free: How far of dwels the house surgeon Mary Fough Mar. You are a prophane fellow I faith I little thought to heare such vngodly termes come from your lips Fran. Pre de now t is but a toy a very trifle Free I care not for the valew Franke but I faith Fran. I fait me must needes haue it dis is Beatrice ring oh could I get it seet pree now as euer you haue embraced me with a hearty arme a warme thought or a pleasing touch as euer you will professe to loue me as euer you do wish me life giue me dis ring dis litle ring Free Pree be not vnciuillie importunate sha not ha 't faith I care not for thee nor thy ielousie sha not ha 't ifaith Francis: You doe not loue me I heare of Sir Hubert Subboys daughter Mistresse Beatrice Gods Sacrament ick could scratch out her eyes and sucke the holes Free: Goe y' are growne a puncke rampant Francis So get thee gone nere more behold min eyes by thee made wretched Free: Mary Fough farewell farewell Franck Franck. Sall I not ha de ring Free: No by the Lord Franck: By te Lord Free: By the Lord Frank. Goe to your new Blouze your vnproude sluttery your modest Mettre forsooth Free: Marry will I forsooth Franck: Will you marry forsooth Free: Doe not turne witch before thy time With all my hart Sir you will stay Mal. I am no whit my selfe Video meliora proboque But raging lust my fate all strong doth moue The Gods themselues cannot be wise and loue Free: Your wishes to you Exit Freeuil Mal: Beautie entirely choyce Fran: Pray yee proue a man of fashion and neglect the neglected Mal. Can such a raritie bee neglected can there be measure or sinne in louing such a creature Fran. O min poore forsaken hart Mal: I can not containe he saw thee not that left thee If there be wisedome reason honor grace Of any foolishly esteemed vertue In giuing o're possession of such beautie Let me be vitious so I may be lou'de Passion I am thy slaue sweete it shall be my grace That I account thy loue my onely vertue Shall I sweare I am thy most vowed seruant Fran. Mine vowed go go go I can no more of loue no no no you bin all vnconstant O vnfaithfull men tyrantes betrayers de very enioying vs looseth us and when you onely ha made vs hatefull you onely hate vs O mine forsaken hart Mal. I must not raue Scilence and modesty two customarie vertues will you be my mistresse Franc: Mettres ha ha ha Mal. VVill you lie with me Franc. Lie with you O no you men will out-lie any woman fait me no more can loue Mal. No matter let me enioy your bed Franc O vile man vat do you tinck on me doe you take mee to be a beast a creature that for sence onely will entertaine loue and not onely for loue loue O brutish abhomination Mal. VVhy then I pray thee loue and with thy loue enioy me Franc: Giue me reason to affect you will you sweare you loue me
nurse for I assure you I le nere marry Put: Marry God forfend what will you doe then Crisp: Fayth striue against the flesh marry no fayth husbands are like lotts in the lottery you may drawe forty blankes before you finde one that has any prise in him A husband generally is a careles dominering thing that growes like coroll which as long as it is vnder water is soft and tender but as soone as it has got his branch aboue the waues is presently hard stiffe not to be bowed but burst so when your husband is a sutor vnder your choyse Lord how suple hee is how obsequious how at your seruice sweet Lady once married got vp his head aboue A stiffe crooked knobby inflexible tyrannous creature he grows then they turne like water more you would imbrace the lesse you hould I le liue my owne woman and if the worst come to the worst I had rather prooue a wagge then a foole Beat O but a vertuous marriage Crisp: Vertuous marrige there is no more affinity betwixt vertue and marriage then betwixt a man and his horse indeed vertue gerts vp vppon marriage sometimes and manageth it in the right way but marriage is of another peece for as a horse may be without a man and a man without a horse so marriage you know is often without vertue and vertue I am sure more oft without marriage but thy match sister by my troth I thinke t will do well hee s a well shapt cleane lipp'd gentleman of a handsome but not affected finenes a good faithfull eye and a well humord cheeke would he did not stoope in the shoulders for thy sake see here he is Enter Freeuill Tissefew Free: Good day Sweete Crisp: Good morrow brother nay you shall haue my lip good morrow seruant Tisse: Good morrow sweete life Crisp: Life dost call thy mistres life Tisse Life yes why not life Crisp. How many mistresses hast thou Tisse: Some nine Crisp. Why then thou hast nine liues like a Cat Tisse. Mew you would be taken vp for that Crisp: Nay good let me still sit we lowe statures loue still to sit least when we stand we may be supposed to sit Tisse: Dost not weare high corke shooes chopines Crisp: Monstrous on 's I am as many other are peec'd aboue and peec'd beneath Tisse: Still the best part in the Crisp: And yet all will scarce make me so high as one of the Gyants stilts that stalkes before my Lord Maiors pageant Tisse: By the Lord so I thought 't was for some thing Mistres Ioyce iested at thy high insteps Crisp: She might well inough and long inough before I would be ashamed of my shortnes what I made or can mend my selfe I may blush at but what nature put vpon me let her be ashamed for me I ha nothing to doe with it I forget my beauty Tisse: Fayth Ioyce is a foolish bitter creature Crisp: A pretty mildewed wench she is Tisse: And faire Crisp: As my selfe Tisse: O you forget your beauty now Crisp, Troth I neuer remember my beauty but as some men doe religion for controuersies sake Beat A motion sister Crisp, Niniuie Iulius Ceasar Ionas or the distruction of Ierusalem Beat My loue heere Crisp. Pree call him not love 't is the drabs phrase nor sweete honie nor my cunny nor deare duckling 't is the Cittizen termes but call me him Beat. What Crisp. Anithing what'st the motion Beat You know this night our parents haue intended solemnly to contract vs and my Loue to grace the feast hath promised a maske Free You 'le make one Tysefue and Caqueture shall fill vp a rome Tisse Fore heauen well remembred he borrowed a diamond of me last night to grace his finger in your visitation The Lying Creature will sweare some straung thing on it now Enter Caqueteur Crisp: Peace he 's here stand close lurke Caqu: Good morrow most deere and worthy to be most wise how do's my mistresse Crisp: Morrow sweete seruant you glister pree let 's see that stone Caqu: A toy Lady I bought to please my finger Crisp. Why I am more pretious to you than your finger Caqu: Yes or than all my body I sweare Crisp. Why then let it be bought to please me come I am no professed beggar Caqu: Troth Mistresse Zoones Forsooth I protest Crisp: Nay if you turne Protestant for such a toy Caqu: In good deed la another time I le giue you a Crisp: Is this yours to giue Caque: O God forsooth mine quoth you nay as for that Crisp: Now I remember I ha seene this on my seruant Tissefeus finger Caqu: Such another Crisp. Nay I am sure this is it Caqu: Troth t is forsooth the poore fellow wanted money to pay for supper last night and so pawnd it to mee t is a pawne faith or else you should haue it Tise: Harke ye Thou base lying how dares thy impudence hope to prosper wer 't not for the priuiledge of this respected companie I would so hange thee Crisp: Come hether seruant What 's the matter betwixt you two Nothing but hearke you he did me some vnciuile discourtesies last night for which because I should not call him to account hee desires to make me any satisfaction the Coward trembles at my verie presence but I ha him on the hippe I le take the forfeit on his Ringe Tise: What 's that you whisper to her Caqu Nothing Sir but satisfie her that the Ringe was not pawnd but onely lent by you to grace my finger and so tould her I crau'd your pardon for being too familiar or indeed ouerbould with your reputation Crisp. Yes indeede he did he said you desired to make him any satisfaction for an vnciuill discourtesie you did him last night but he said he had you a the hyp and would take the forfeit of your ring Tise. How now ye base Pultrone Caque. Hold hold my mistresse speakes by contraries Tise. Contraries Caque. She iests faith onely iests Crisp. Sir I le no more a your seruice you are a childe I le giue you to my nurse Put. And he come to me I can tell you as olde as I am what to doe with him Caque. I offer my seruice forsooth Tise. Why so now euery dogge has his bone to knawe on Free The Maske holds Master Caqueteur Caca. I am ready Sir Mistresse I le daunce with you neare feare I le grace you Put. I tell you I can my singles and my doubles and my tricke a xxtie my carantapace my trauerse forward and my falling backe yet ifaith Beat. Mine the prouision for the night is ours Much must be our care till night we leaue you I am your seruant be not tirannous Your vertue wan me faith my loue 's not lust Good wrong me not my most fault is much trust Free Vntill night onely my heart be with you Farewell sister Crisp. Adieu brother come on sister for these sweete meates Fre.
translated manuscript Busse sayre whore busse Fra, Gods sacramant Pox Cocle. Hadamoy key dost thou frowne medianthou teukey Nay look heer Numeron key Siluer blithe for cany Os cany goblet Us key ne moy blcgefoy oteeston pox On you Gosling Fran. By me fait dis bin verie fine languge Ick sall bush ye now ha be garzon vare had you dat place Cocl Hedemoy key get you gon Punck rampant key common vp-taile Enter Mary fough in hast Mary O daughter cozen neece seruant mistresse Cocle. Humpum plumpum squat I am gone Ex. Cocle Mary There is one M. Malliereux at the dore desires to see you he saies he must not be deuide for he hath sent you this ring and withall saies t is done Fran. Vat sall me do now Gods sacramant tell him two howers hence he sall be most affectionatlie velcome tell him vat sal me do tel him Ick am bin in my bate and Ick fall perfume my seetes mak a mine bodie so delicate for his arme Two houres hence Mary I shall satisfie him two houres hence well Exit Mary Fran. Now Ick sall reuange hay begar me sal tartar de whole generation mine braine vorke it Frevile is dead Malhareux sall hang And mine riuall Beatrice Ick sall make run madde Enter Mary Faugh Mary Hee s gone forsooth to eate a cawdle of Cock-stones will returne within this two houres Fran. Verie vel giue mons to some fellow to squire me Ick sal go abroad Mary Ther 's a lustie Bravo beneath a stranger but a good stale Rascall he sweares valiantlie kicks a Bawd right vertuously and protestes with an emptie pocket might desperately Hee le squier you Fra. Very velcom mine san Ick sall retorne presantly now sal me be reuange ten tousant deula der sall be no got in me but passion no tought but rage no mercie but bloud no spirit but Diula in me Dere sal noting tought good for me But dat is mischieuous for others Exit Enter Sir Hubert Sir Lyonell Beatrice Crispinella and Nurce Tissefeu following Sir Ly. Did no one see him since pray God nay all is well A litle heat what he is but withdrawne and yet I would to God But feare you nothing Beat. Pray God that all be well or would I were not Tyss. Hee s not to be found Sir anywhere Sir Ly. You must not make a heauy face presage an ill euent I like your Sister well shee s quick and liuely would she woulde marry faith Cris. Marry nay I would marry methinks an old mans a quiet thing Sir Ly. Ha masse and so he is Cris. You are a Widdower Sir Ly Than I am I faith faire Crisp and I can tell you would you affect me I haue it in me yet I faith Cris. Troth I am in loue let me see your hand would you cast your selfe away vpon me willingly Sir Ly. Will I I by the Cris. Woulde you be a Cockould willingly By my troath us a comely fine and handsome sight for one of my yeeres to marry an old man truth t is restoratiue what a comfortable thinge it is to thinke of her husband to heare venerable cough a the euerlastings no feele his rough skinne his summer handes and winter legges his almoste no eies and assuredly no teeth and then to thinke what she must dreame of when she considers others happines and her owne want t is a worthy and notorious comfortable match Sir Ly. Pish pish will you haue me Cris. Will you assure me Sir Ly. Fiue hundred pound ioynture Cris. That you will die within this fortnight Sir Ly. No by my faith Cris Cris. Then Crisp by her faith assures you shee le haue none of you Enter Frevile disguis'd like a pandor and Francischina Fre. Beere leaue Gentles and men of night caps I would I peak But that here stands one is able to expreâ—se her owne tale best Fra. Sir mine speech is to you you had a sonne matre Frevile Sir Ly. Had ha and haue Fran. No point me am come to assure you dat on mestre Malheureus hath killed him Beat. O me wretched wretched Sir Hub. Looke to our daughter Sir Ly. How art thou informed Fran. If dat it please you to go vid me Ick sall bring you where you 'l all hear Malheureus vid his owne lips confesse it and dare ye may apprehend him and reuenge your and mine loues bloud Sir Hub. Your loues bloud mistresse was he your Loue Fran. He was so sir let your daughter it do not veep Lady de yong man dat be slaine did not you for hee still louitt me ten tousant tousant times more deerely Beat. O my hart I will loue you the better I cannot hate what he affected O passion O my griefe which way will break thinke and consume Cris. Peace Beat. Deare woes cannot speake Fran. For looke you Ladie as your ring he gaue me vidmost bitter iests at your scornd kindnesse Bea. He did not ill not to loue me but sure hee did not well to mocke me Gentle mindes will pittie though they cannot loue yet peace and my loue sleep with him Vnlace good nurse alas I was not so ambitious of so supreme an happiness that he should onlie loue me t was ioy enough for me poore soule that I only might onlie loue him Fran. O but to be abusde scornde scoft at O ten tousand diula by such a one and vnto such a one Bea. I thinke you saie not true sister shall we know one another in the other world Crisp. What meanes my sister Bea. I would faine see him againe O my torture mind Frevile is more then dead he is vnkinde Exit Beat. and Crisp and Nurse Sir Hub. Conuey her in and so sir as you said Set a strong watch Sir Ly. I sir and so passe along with this same common woman you must make it good Fran. Ick sall or let me pay for his mine bloud Sir Hu. Come then along all with quiet speed Sir Ly. O Fate Tyss. O sir be wisely sorrie but not passionate Exit Manet Frevile Fre. I will goe and reueale my selfe staie no no Greefe endeures Loue Heauen to haue such a wife Is happinesse to breed pale enuy in the saintes Thou worthy Doue-like virgin without gall Cannot that womans euill Iealousie Despight disgrace nay which is worst contempt Once stirre thy faith O Truth how few sisters hast thou Deere memorie with what a suffring sweetnesse quiet modesty Yet deepe affection she receiu'd my death And then with what a patient yet oppressed kindnesse She tooke my leudlie intimated wrongs O the derest of heauen Were there but three such women in the world two Might be saued Well I am great with expectation to what deuilish end This woman of foule soule will driue her plots But prouidence all wicked art ore tops and Impudence must know tho stiffe as Ice That fortune doth not alway dote on Vice Exit Enter sir Hubert sir Lyonell
sin She conceales them behinde the curtaine Fran. Dere peace rest dere so softlie all goe in De net is laie now sal Ick be reuenge If dat me knew a dog dat Frevile loue Me would puisson him for know de deepest hell As a reuenging Womans naught so fell Enter Mary fough mary Ho Cosen Francke the partie you wot of M. Malhereux Fran. Bid him come vp I prede Cantat saltatque cum cithera Enter malhereux Fran. O min here man a dere liuer Loue Mine ten tousant times velcom Loue Ha by mine trat you bin de iust vat sall me saie Vat seet honie name sall I call you Mal. Anie from you is pleasure Come my louing Prettinesse where 's thie Chamber I long to touch your sheetes Fran. No no not yet mine sweetest soft-lipped loue You sall not gulp downe all delights at once Be min trat dis all-fles-Louers dis rauenous Wenches Dat sallow all downe hole vill haue all at one bit Fie fie fie be min fait dey do eate Comfets vid spoones No no I le make you chew your pleasure vit loue De more degrees and steps de more delight De more endeered is de pleasure hight Mal. What your a lerned wanton and proceed by art Fran. Go little vag pleasure should haue a Cranes long necke to relish de Ambrosia of Delight And Ick pre de tel me for me loues to heare of manhood Verie mush Isait Ick prede vat vas me a saieng Oh Ick prede tell a me How did you kill a metre Frevile Mal. Why quareld a set purpose drew him out Singled him and hauing th' advantage of my sword and might ran him through and through Fran. Vat did you vid him van he was sticken Mal. I dragd him by the heeles to the next wharffe and spurnd him in the Riuer Those in ambush rusheth forth and takes him sir Lyo Seize seize him O monsterous O ruthlesse Villaine Mul. What meane you Gentlemen by heauen Tys. Speake not of anie thing that 's good Mal. Your errors giues you passion Frevile liues Sir Lyo Thie own lips saie thou liest Mal. Let me die if at Shatewes the Ieweller he liues not safe vntoucht Tys. Meane time to stricktest guard to sharpest prison Mall No rudenesse Gentlemen I le go vndragd O wicked wicked Diuell Exit Sir Lyo Sir the daie of triall is this morn Le ts prosecute the sharpest rigor and seuerest end Good men are cruell when the' are vices friend Sir Hub. Woman we thanke thee with no emptie hand Strumpets are fit fit for som-thing Farewell All saue Frevile departs Fre. I for Hell O thou vnrepriueable beyond all Measure of Grace dambd immediatlie That things of beautie created for sweet vse Soft comfort and as the verie musicke of life Custome should make so vnutterablie hellish O heauen what difference is in women and their life What man but worthie name of Man Would leaue the modest pleasures of a lawfull bed The holie vnion of two equall harts Mutuallie holding either deere as health The vndoubted yssues Ioyes of chast sheetes The vnfained imbrace of sober Ignorance To twine the vnhealthfull loynes of common Loues The prostituted impudence of things Sencelesse like those by Cataracks of Nyle Their vse so vile takes awaie sence how vile To loue a creature made of bloud and hell Whose vse makes weake whose companie doth shame Whose bed doth begger yssue doth defame Enter Francischina Fran. Metre Frevile liue ha ha liue at mestre Shatewes Mush at metre Shatews Frevile is dead Malhereux sall hang And swete diuel dat Beatrice would but run mad dat she would but run mad den me would dance and sing Metre Don Dubon me pre ye now go to Mestres Beatrice tel her Frevile is sure ded and dat he Cursse hir selfe especiallie for dat he was Sticked in hir quarrell swering in his last gaspe Dat if it had bin in mine quarrels T would neuer haue greeued him Fre. I will Fran. Prede do and saie anie ting dat vil vex her Fre. Let me alone to vex her Fran. Vil you vil you mak a her run mad here take Dis ring sea me scorne to wear anie ting dat washers Or his I prede torment her Ick cannot loue her She honest and vertuous forsooth Fre. Is she so O vile creature then let me alone with her Fran. Vat Vil you mak a her mad seet by min trat Be pretta seruan Bush Ick sall go to bet now Fre. Mischiefe whether wilt thou O thou tear-lesse woman How monstrous is thy Deuill The end of Hell as thee How miserable were it to be vertuous if thou couldst prosper I le to my Loue the faithfull Beatrice She has wept enough and faith deere soule too much But yet how sweet it is to thinke How deere ones life was to his Loue how moornd his death T is Ioy not to be exprest with breath But O let him that would such passion drinke Be quiet of his speech and onlie thinke Exit Enter Beatrice and Crispinella Bet. Sister cannot a woman kill her selfe Is it not lawfull to die when we should not liue Crisp. O sister t is a question not for vs we must do what God will Beat. What God will Alasse can torment be his glorie or our greefe his pleasure Does not the Nurces nipple iuic'd ouer with Wormwood bid the childe it shoulde not sucke And does not Heauen when it hath made our breath bitter vnto vs say we shud not liue O my best sister to suffer wounds when one may scape this rod is against nature that is against God Crisp. Good sister do not make me weep sure Frevile was not false I le gage my life that strumpet out of craft And some close second end hath malist him Beat. O sister if he were not false whom haue I lost If he were what griefe to such vnkindnesse From head to foote I am all myserie Onely in this some iustice I haue found My griefe is like my loue beyond all bound Enter Nurse Nurse My seruant maister Cacature desires to visite you Crisp. For griefes sake keepe him out his discourse is like the long word Honorificabilitudinitatibus a great deale Of sound and no sence his companie is like a parenthesis To a discourse you may admit it or leau it out it makes no matter Enter Frevile in his discourse Fre. By your leaue sweet creatures Crisp. Sir all I can yet say of you is you are vnciuill Fre. You must denie it By your sorrowes leaue I bring some mussicke to make sweet your griefe Beat. What ere you please O breake my hart Canst thou yet pant O dost thou yet seruiue Thou didst not loue him if thou now canst liue Frevile He sings she sounds O Loue how strangely sweet are thy weake Passions That loue and ioy should meete in selfe same fashions O who can tell the cause why this should moue But onely this no reason aske of Loue Crisp. Hold peace
the gentlest soule is sowned O my best sister Fre. Ha get you gone close the dores My Beatrice Discouers himselfe Curst be my indiscreet trials O my immeasureablie louing Crisp. She stirs giue aire she breathes Beat. Where am I ha how haue I slipt off life Am I in heauen O my Lord though not louing By our eternall being yet giue me leaue To rest by thie dear side am I not in heauen Fre. O eternallie much laued recollect your spirits Beat. Ha you do speake I do see you I do liue I would not die now Let me not burst with wonder Fre. Call vp your bloode I liue to honor you As the admired glorie of your sex Nor euer hath my loue bin false to you Onely I presum'd to try your faith too much For which I most am grieued Cris. Brother I must be plaine with you you haue wrong'd vs I am not so Couetous to deny it But yet when my discourse hath staide your quaking You will be smoother lipt and the delight And satisfaction which we all haue got Vnder these strange disguisings when you know You will be milde and quiet forget at last It is much ioy to thinke on sorrowes past Beat. Do you then liue and are you not vntrue Let me not die with Ioy pleasure's more extream Then greefe ther 's nothing sweet to man but meane Fre. Heauen cannot be too gratious to such goodnesse I shall discourse to you the seueral chances but harke I must yet rest disguisd the sudden close of many drifts now meet Where pleasure hath some profit art is sweet Enter Tisefeu Tys. Newes newes newes newes Cris. Oysters Oysters oysters oysters Tys. Why is not this well now Is not this better then louring and pouting and puling which is hatefull to the liuing and vaine to the dead Come come you must liue by the quicke when all is done and for my owne part let my wife laugh at me when I am dead so shee le smile vpon me whilst I liue but to see a woman Whine and yet keepe her eies drye mourne and yet keepe her cheekes fat nay to see a woman claw her husbande by the feete when he is dead that would haue scratcht him by the face when he was liuing this now is somewhat rediculous Cris. Lord how you prate Tis. And yet I was afraide ifaith that I shoulde ha seene a Garland on this beauties herse but time truth experience and varietie are great doers with women Cris. But what 's the newes the newes I pray you Tys. I pray you nere pray me for by your leaue you may command me This t is the publique sessions which this day is past hath doom'd to death ill fortun'd Malhereux Cris. But sir we heard he offerd to make good That Freuile liu'd at Shatews the Iewellers Bea. And that t was but a plot betwixt them two Tyss. O I I he gagd his life with it but know When all approcht the test Shatews deuide He saw or heard of any such complot Or of Freuill so that his owne defence Appeard so false that like a madmans sword He stroke his owne hart he hath the course of law and instantly must suffer but the Iest If hanging be a iest as many make it Is to take notice of one Mullegrub a sharking vintner Fre. What of him Sir Tys. Nothing but hanging the Whoresone slaue is mad before he hath lost his sences Fre. Was his fact cleere and made aparant Sir Tys. No faith suspitions for t was thus protested a cloke was stolne that cloke he had he had it Himselfe confest by force the rest of his defence The choller of a Iustice wrongd in wine Ioynd with malignance of some hastie Iurors Whose wit was lighted by the Iustice nose The knaue was cast But Lord to heare his mone his praiers his wishes His zeal ill timde and his words vnpittied Would make a dead man rise and smile Whilst he obserued how feare can make men vile Cris. Shall we go meet the execution Beat. I shall be rulde by you Tys. By my troth a rare motion you must hast For male-factors goes like the world vpon wheeles Bea. Will you man vs you shall be our guide to Freuile Fre. I am your seruant Tys. Ha seruant Zounds I am no companion for Pandors your best make him your loue Bea. So will I Sir we must liue by the quicke you say Tys. Sdeath a vertue what a damnd things this Whole trust faire faces teares and vowes Sdeath not I She is a woman that is she can ly Cris. Come come turne not a man of time to make al il Whose goodnesse you conceiue not since the worst of chance Is to craue grace for heedlesse ignorance Enter Cocledemoy like a Sargeant Cocl So I ha lost my Sergeant in an ecliptique mist drunke horrible drunke he is fine so now will I fit my selfe I hope this habit will do me no harme I am an honest man already fit fit fit as a puncks taile that serues euery body By this time my Vintner thinkes of nothing but hel and sulpher he farts fire and brimstone already hang tostes the execution approcheth Enter Sir Lyonell Sir Hubert Malhereux piniond Tysefeu Beatrice Frevile Crisp Francischina and Holberds Mal. I do not blush although condemnd by lawes No kind of death is shamefull but the cause Which I do know is none and yet my lust Hath made the one although not cause most iust May I not be repriued Freuile is but mislodgd Some lethargie hath seazd him no much mallice Do not lay bloud vpon your soules with good intents Men may do ill and law sometime repents Cockledemoy picks Malhereuxes pocket of his purse Sir Lyo Sir sir prepare vaine is all lewd defence Mal. Conscience was law but now lawes Conscience My endles peace is made and to the poore My purse my purse Cocle. I Sir and it shall please you the poore has your purse already Mal. You are a Welyman But now thou sourse of Deuils Oh how I lothe The very memory of that I adorde He that 's of faire bloud well meand of good breeding Best fam'd of sweet acquaintance and true friends And would with desperate Impudence loose all these And hazard landing at this fatall shore Let him nere kill nor steale but loue a Whore Fran. De man dose raue tinck a got tinck a got and bid de flesh de world and the dible farewell Mal. Farewell Freuile discouers himselfe Fre. Farewell Fran. Vat i st you sea ha Fre. Sir your pardon with my this defence Do not forget protested violence Of your low affections no requests No arguments of reason no knowne danger No assured wicked bloodines Could draw your hart from this damnation Mal. Why staie Fran. Vnprosperous Diuell vat sall me do now Fre. Therefore to force you from the truer danger I wrought the fained suffering this faire Deuil In shaps of woman to make good her plot And knowing that the hooke was deeply