was not borne to be my Cradles drudge To choake and stifle vp my pleasures breath To poyson with the venomd cares of thrift My priuate sweet of life onely to scrape A heap of muck to fatten and manure The barren vertues of my progeny And make them sprowt spight of their want of worth No I do loue my Girles should wish me liue Which fewe do wish that haue a greedy Syre But still expect and gape with hungry lip When hee le giue vp his gowtie stewardship Mam. You touch the quick of sence but thē I wonder You not aspire vnto the eminence And height of pleasing life to Court to Court There burnish there spread there stick in pompe Like a bright Diamond in a Ladies browe There plant your fortunes in the flowring spring And get the sunne before you of respect There trench your selfe within the peoples loue And glitter in the eye of glorious grace What 's wealth without respect and mounted place S. Ed. Worse and worse I am not yet distraught I long not to be squeasd with mine owne waight Nor hoyse vp all my sailes to catch the winde Of the drunke reeling Commons I labor not To haue an awfull presence nor be feard Since who is feard still feares to be so feard I care not to be like the Horeb Calfe One day ador'd and next pasht all in peeces Nor do I enuy Poliphemiā puffes Swizars slopt greatnes I adore the Sunne Yet loue to liue within a temperate zone Let who will climbe ambitious glibbery rowndes And leane vpon the vulgars rotten loue I 'le not coriuall him The Sunne will giue As great a shadow to my trunck as his And after death like Chesmen hauing stood In play for Bishops some for Knights and Pawnes We all together shall be tumbled vp into one bagge Let hush'd calme quiet rock my life a sleepe And being dead my owne ground presse my bones Whilest some old Beldame hobling ore my graue May mumble thus Here lies a knight whose money Was his slaue Now Iack what newes Enter Iack Drum Drum And please your Wor. the Morice haue tane their liquor Sir Ed. Hath not the liquor tane them Drum Tript vp their heeles or so one of them hath vndertaken to daunce the Morice from Hygate to Holloway on his heeles with his hands vpwards S. Ed. That 's nothing hard Drum Yes sir t is easier for him to daunce on his head than his heeles for indeed his heeles are turnde rancke rebels they wil not obey but they are tumbling downe the hill a pace Ma. And I must after then farwel my soules delight Sweete Katherine adieu Camelia goodnight S. Ed. Nay not to London Sir to night Ifaith at least stay supper Drum Harke you sir there 's but two Lambes a dozen Capons halfe a score couple of Rabbots three Tartes and foure Tansies for supper and therfore I beseech you giue him Iacke Drums entertainment Let the Iebusite depart in peace Sir Ed. Why Iacke is not that sufficient Drum I for any Christian but for a yawning vsurer t is but a bit a morsell if you table him hee le deuoure your whole Lordship hee is a quicksand a Goodwin a Gulfe as hungry as the Iawes of a Iayle hee will waste more substance then Ireland souldiers A Die a Drabbe and a paunch-swolne Vsurer deuoure whole Monarchies Let him passe sweete knight let him passe Sir Ed. Peace knaue peace Daughter lay your expresse commaundement vpon the stay of maister Mamon what t is womens yeere Dian doth rule and you must domineere Mam. No shee le not wish my stay oh I am curst With her inexorable swiftnes by her loue Which dotes me more then new coynd glowing gold The vtmost bent of my affection Shootes all my fortunes to obtaine her loue And yet I cannot praise but stil am loathde My presence hated therfore Mamon downe Farewell sir Edward farewell beauties Crowne Sir Ed. Faith as it please you for going and her for wooing I will enforce neither Kath. With your pardon sir I shall sooner hate my selfe Then loue him Sir Ed. Nay be free my daughters in election Oh how my soule abhorres inforced yokes Chiefly in loue where the affections bent Should wholy sway the Fathers kind consent Foregod when I was batcheler had a friend Nay had my Father wisht me to a wife That might haue lik'd mee yet their very wish Made me mistrust my Loue had not true course But had some sway from dutie which might hold For some slight space but ô when time shall search The strength of loue then vertue and your eye Must knit his sinewes I chusde my selfe a wife Poore but of good dissent and we did liue Till death diuorc'd vs as a man would wish I made a woman now wenches make a man Chuse one either of valour wit honestie or wealth So he be gentle and you haue my heart I faith you haue What I haue land for you both You haue loue for your selues Heere 's M. Mamon now Drum A club-fisted Vsurer Sir Ed. A wealthie carefull thriuing Citizen Mam. Carefull I I let nothing without good blacke and white I warrant you Drum Yes sir Mam. No sir Drum A litle backe winde sauing your wor. sir Mam. I am scoft at where 's my man there ho Came. Sir you need not take the pepper in the nose Your nose is firie enough Mam. What Flawne what Christopher Hart where 's the knaue become Hold sirrah carry my cloake Enter Flawne. Kathe. It seemes he can scarce carry himselfe Drum Hee 's ouer the shooes yet hee le hold out water for I haue liquor'd him soundly Mam. Why cannot you come where headie liquore is but you must needs bouze What a man may leade a horse to the water but hee le chuse to drinke Flawn. True but I am no horse for I cannot chuse but drinke Mam. A pale weake stripling yet contend with Ale Flawne. Why the weakest go to the Pot still Mam. That Iest shall saue him Sir Edward now good day Exit Sir Ed. Nay sir wee le bring you a litle of the way Drum Rely on me Christopher I will be thy staffe And thy Masters nose shal be thy lanthorn candlelight Exeunt all Manent Camelia and Winifride Wini. Mistresse Camelia me thinkes your eye Sparkles not spirit as t was wont to doo Came. My mind is dull and yet my thoughts are fixt Vpon a pleasing obiect Brabants loue Wini. Indeed yong Brabant is a propper man And yet his legges are somewhat of the least And faith a chitty well complexioned face And yet it wants a beard A good sweet youth And yet some say he hath a valiant breath Of a good haire but oh his eies his eies Came. Last day thy praise extold him to the skies Wi. Indeed he wares good cloaths throws his cloak With good discretion vnder his left arme He curles his boote with iudgement and takes a whiffe With gracefull fashion sweares a valorous oath But ô
Father blessing El. I do not vse to aske my Father blessing Bra. Iu. Hart how chaunce he is out of his similies Pla. I haue followed Ordinaries this twelue month onely to finde a Foole that had landes or a fellow that would talke treason that I might beg him Iohn be my Ward Iohn faith I le giue thee two coates a yeare and be my Foole Bra. Sig. He shall be your Foole and you shall be his Coxe-come Ha ha I haue a simple wit ha ha Pla. I shall crowe o're him then Enter Winifride Wini. Is there not one M. Iohn Ellis here Page There sits the thing so calde Winifride and Ellis talke Br. Sig. Now to the last course Monsieur Iohn fo de King I will helpe you to a wench Mounsieur Moun. No point a burne childe feere de fire Ellis As a hungry dogge waiteth for a mutton bone or as a tatterd foote-boy for a cast sute euen so will I attend on my Mistris Enter Winifride Moun. O my Vinifride pree you awe by gor me ang de for her Bra. Sig. Nay stay stay I will helpe you to a dilicate plump-lipt wench Moun. Toh phi phi your proffer ware stink stay Vinifride or by gor die me die me die by gor me ang so desirous adiew goot Sir Bra. Sig. Oh stay Mounsieur how do you pronounce Demurra Ha ha I le plague him Moun. Grand Sot my vench is gone me brule and me brule like one mad bule me go into de vaterto coole my reine ang my back made de vater hize againe dus so brule me burst vor a vench and yet grand poc on you all pree you adiew Ellis As the Iigge is cald for when the Play is done euen so let Mounsieur goe Moun. Hee me teach you much French vor dis I goe to Hygate adiew grand Sors Exit Mounsieur Ellis As sore eyes cannot endure the Sun nor scabd hands abide salt water so must I leaue all and see my mistresse and as faire Ladies do vse soule foyles euen so do I bid you farewell Exit Ellis Bra. Sig. Why this is sport imperiall by my Gentry I would spend fortie Crownes for such an other feast of fooles Ha ha Bra. Iu. I wonder who would be the foole then Bra. Sig. Why t is the recreation of my Intellect I thinke I speake as significant ha ha these are my zanyes I fill their paunches they seed my pleasures I vse them as my fooles faith ha ha Pla. T is a generous honour Bra. Sig. Troath I thinke you haue a good wit ha pray you sup with me I loue good wits because mine owne is not vnfortunate pray you sup with me Pla. I le giue God thankes sir that hath sent a foole to feed me Bra. Sig. Come along then ye shall haue a Capon a Tansey and some kick-showes of my wits ha ha some toyes of my spirit Exit Bra. Sig. and Bra. Iunior Pla. I will eate his meate and spend 's money that 's all the spight I can do him but if I can get a Pattent for concealed Sots that Dawe shall troupe among my Ideots Exit ACTVS SECVNDVS Enter M. Puffe with his Page Puffe Boy what 's a Clocke Page Past three and a faire morning Puffe Burnes not that light within the sacred shrine I meane the chamber of bright Katherine Page I should appeare by these presence that it doth Puffe I wonder that the light is vp so soone Page O Mistresse Snuffe was weary with sleeping in the Socket and therefore hath newly put on her stamell petticoat takē her pewter state to giue light to things are in darknesse Puff And I know that women of grauitie and sweetnes are soone vp Page I see that women of leuitie and lightnesse are soone downe Puff Boy cleare thy throate and mount thy sweetest notes Vpon the bosom of this sleeke cheekt aire That it may gently breathe them in the eare Of my adored Mistresse Come begin The Song Delicious beautie that doth lie Wrapt in a skin of Iuorie Lie stil lie stil vpon thy backe And Fancy let no sweete dreames lacke To tickle her to tickle her with pleasing thoughts But if thy eyes are open full Then daine to view an honest gull That stands that stands expecting still When that thy Casement open will And blesse his eyes blesse his eyes with one kind glance The Casement opens and Katherine appeares Puf. All happinesse and vnconceiu'd delight Waite on the loue of sweet fac'de Katherine Kathe. Good youth Amen I do returne your wish With ample interest of beatitude Puf. I do protest with ceremonious puffe lippes The purest blood of my affection Is euen fatally predestinate To consecrate it selfe vnto your puffe loue Ka. Vnto my loue Oh sir you binde me to you Faire Gentleman I haue a thankfull heart Tho not a glorious speech to sweet my thankes Puf. Reward my loue then with your kinder loue Ka. With my loue sir I relish not your speech Puf. I with your loue in pleasing marriage Ka. Alas sir cannot be my Loues a man Who hardly can requite the deare protests Of kind affection which you seeme to vowe Vnto his fortunes kind youth you did wish All happinesse to wayt vpon my loue Well he shall know it when we next do meete And thanke you kindly now good morrow sweete Puf. You take my my my meaning puffe Page Nay if he be puffing once the fire of his wit is out Puf. Why she is gone Hart did I rise for this Pa. She cannot endure puffing O you puft her away Puf. Le ts slink along vnseen t is yet scarse day Exeunt Enter Mamon with Flawne bearing a light before Mamon Flawn. Now me thinks I hold the candle to the diuel Mam. Put out the light the day begins to breake Flawn. Would the day and thy neck were broke togither Mam. Oh how the gout and loue do tyre me Flawne. Why sir loue is nothing but the very gout Mam. As how Flawne as how Flawne Thus sir Gout and loue both come with Idlenesse both incurable both humorous onely this difference the Gout causeth a great tumor in a mans legges and loue a great swelling in a womans belly Mam. Why then ô Loue ô Gout ô goutie Loue how thou torments olde Mamon good morrow to the sweet lipt Katherine eternall spring vnto thy beauties loue Ka. Alas good aged Sir what make you vp In faith I pittie you good soule to bed Troth soone you le crie Oh God my head my head Mam. No Katherine the wrinckling print of time Err'd when it seald my forehead vp with age I haue as warme an arme to entertaine And hugge thy presence in a nuptiall bed As those that haue a cheek more liuely red And tho my voice be rude yet Flawne can sing Peans of beautie and of Katherine List to the Musicke that corrupts the Goddes Subuerts euen Desteny and thus it shogges The Song Chunck chunck chunck chunck his bagges do ring A
destenie who seeth the sunne but hee must adore it who seeth beautie but he must honour it who vieweth gold but he must couet it then ô then who can behold your sun-like beauteous golden beauties but he must more then adore much more then honour and most infinitely loue to be out out out Bra. Iu. Out he is indeed Pla. Hee 's at a stand like a restie Iade or a Fidler whē he hath crackt his Minikin Puff Outragiously addicted to the worthie pursuite of such matchlesse worth Bra. Sig. Sir I can rest but truly thankfull for your more then good conceit of my no lesse then litle worth And now fir for the consequent houres of the day how stands your intencion for imployment Puff I ha tane my leaue of Sir Edward bid adiew to loue my Mistresse is gone my humour is spent my ioyes are at an end and therefore Gentlemen I leaue loue and fall to the puffe Lawe I will interre my selfe in Ploydens Coffin and take an eternall Conge of the world And so sweete gallants farewell Exit Bra. Sig. Nay I le follow you to your graue Gentlemen you le not accompany the coarse Exit Pla. No no looke Ned Brabant yon 's a pleasing obiect for thy eyes Enter Camelia Ellis and Winifride Bra. Iu. My Mistresse is turnde Bucephalus no bodie must ride her but Alexander no bodie kisse her but Iohn Ellis Now stand and list good Planet Ca. Come sweetest Loue le ts giue time pleasing wing What shall we make some purposes or sing El. I will sing so you will beare my burthen Ca. Come laie thy head then in my virgin lappe And with a soft sleeke hand I l'e clappe thy cheeke And wring thy fingers with an ardent gripe I le breathe amours and euen intraunce thy spirit And sweetly in the shade lie dallying The Song Now dally sport and play This merry month of May This is the merry mery month Sweet time for dallying The Birds sit chirping chirping The Doues sit billing billing Phillip is treading is treading is treading is treading is treading All are to pleasures willing You that are faire and wittie Obserue this easie Dittie And leaue not Natures Natures blisse Do not refuse to kisse The Birds sit chirping chirping The Doues sit billing billing Phillip is treading is treading c. Bra. Iu. Death I can holder Life of loue Amazing bewtie let not me seeme rude Tho thus I seeme to square with modestie El. Pray you let me go for hee le begin to square And euen as some doo weare Muffes for warmth some for wantonnesse some for pride some for neither but to hide gowtie fingers so will I get your Fathers consent and marry you Fare you well Exit Came. Sir it were good you got a benefice Some Evenuch'd Vicaridge or some Fellowship To prop vp your weake yonger brothership Match with your equalls dare not to aspier My seate of loue I wis Sir I looke higher Bra. Iu. Astonishment of Nature be not proud Of Fortunes bounties Brabant is a man Tho not so clogd with durt as others are I do confesse my yonger brothership Yet therein laie no such disparagement As your high scorne imputes vnto my worth Coach Iades and Dogges are coupled still together Only for outward likenes growth and strength But the bright models of eternitie Are ioind together for affection Which in the soule is form'de Oh let this moue Loue should make mariage and not mariage Loue Pla. Wooe her no more Brabant thou 'lt make her proud You Duch Ancient why should you looke higher His births as good as yours and so 's his face Put off your Iengle Iangles and be not as faire He shall renounce it fore this Audience Put off your cloathes and you are like a Banbery cheese Nothing but paring why should you be proud And looke on none but Weathercocks forsooth O you shall haue a thousand pound a yeare Bar Ladie that 's a bumming sound But harke Wilt therefore be a slaue vnto a slaue One that 's a bound Rogue vnto Ignorance Well thou 'lt serue to make him gellide broaths And scratch his head and may be now and then Hee le slauer thee a kisse Plague on such mariages Came. Rude vnciuile Clowne Pla. Tut raile not at me turn your eie vpō the leprosie of your own iudgement loath it hate it scorn it and loue this yong Gentleman who is a Foole in nothing but in louing thee madde in nothing but affecting thee and curst in eternitie if he marry thee Ca. Sir you ha spoke exceeding pleasingly For which I loue you as I loue a dull dead eye Brabant I do coniure thee Court not mee Do not presume to loue or fancie mee Bra. Iu. How not presume to loue or fancie you Hart I will loue you by this light I will Whether you will or no I 'le loue you still Spight of your teeth I will your loue pursue I will by heauen and so sweet soule adieu Exit Bra. Iunior Ca. Farewell and neuer view my face againe Exit Camelia Pla. Harke you faire Winifride sweet gentle maide I haue but fained with you all this while I doate vpon the sweet Camelia And if your fauour will but second me I vowe when I shall wed Camelia To indowe you with a hundred pound a yeare And what I haue shall stand at your commaund Win. Sir I wil vndertake to forward your faire loue So you 'le remember what you here do vowe Pla. If I forget it heauen forget mee Do you but praise me let not her once know I loue or do affect her for the world Wini. Well feare no rubbes farwell faire bounteous Sir Exit Winifride Pla. It workes it workes magnificent delight Laughter triumph for ere the Sunne go downe Thy forehead shall be wreath'd with pleasures crowne Exit Planet Enter Pasquil at one doore and his Page at the other Pas. Now my kinde Page canst thou nor heare nor see Which way my Katherine hath bent her steppes Page Sir I can Pas. What canst thou my sweet Page What canst thou Boy Oh how my soule doth burne in longing hope And hangs vpon thy lippes for pleasing newes Page Sir I can tell ye Pas. What ô how my hart doth quake throb with feare Page Sir I can tell you nothing of her in good faith Pas. Oh thou hast tortur'de me with lingring hope Go haste away flie from the pestilence Of my contagious griefe it will infect thee boy Murder thy youth and poison thy lifes ioy Run search out Katherine in her eies dwell Heauens of ioy but in Pasquil hell Oh thou omnipotent infinitie Crack not the sinewes of my patience With racking torment Insist not thus to scourge My tender youth with sharpe affliction If I do loue that glorie of thy hand That rich Idea of perfection With any lustfull or prophane intent Crost be my loue murdred be all my hopes But if with chaste and vertuous arme I clip The rarest modell of thy workemanship
Be then propitious ô eternall light And blesse my fortunes maugre hellish spight Enter Katherine in a petticoate Ka. Black sorrow nurse of plaints of teares grones Evaporate my spirit with a sigh That it may hurrey after his sweete breath Who made thee doate on life now hunt for death Pas. What soule is that that with her teare-full eies Seemes to lament with me in miseries Ka. Here seemes to be the pressure of his truncke Deare earth confirme my doubt was this the place Which the faire bodie of my Pasquil prest When he laie murdred See the drooping grasse Hangs downe his mourning head and seemes to say This was the fatall place where Pasquil lay Oh thou sweet print stampt by the fairest limbes The richest Coffin of the purest soule That euer prest the bosome of the earth First drinke my teares and next sucke vp my blood Now thou immortall spirit of my Loue Thou pretious soule of Pasquil view this knife Which once thou gauest me and prepare thy arme To clip the spirit of thy constant Loue Deare Ned I come by death I will be thine Since life denies it to poore Katherine She offers to stabbe her selfe Pas. Hold hold thou miracle of constancie First let heauen perish and the crazde world runne Into first Chaos of confusion Before such cruell violence be done To her faire breast whose fame by vertue wonne Shall honour women whilste there shines a sunne Kathe. Thrice sacred spirit why dost thou forsake Elizeum pleasures to withhold the arme Of wretched Katherine Oh let me die Retire sweete Ghoast do not pollute thy hand With touch of mortalls Pas. Amazement of thy Sex Pasquill doth liue And liues to loue thee in eternitie Be not agast recouer spirit Sweete T is Pasquill speakes t is Pasquill clips thy waste T is Pasquill prints a kisse on thy faire hand Ka. What do I dreame or haue I drawne the sluce Of life vp and through streames of bloud Vnfelt haue set my prisoned soule at large Am I in heauen or in Pasquills Armes I am in heauen for my Neds embrace Is Katherines long wish'd celestiall place Pas. Diuinitie of sweetnesse I protest If these inferiour Orbs were rowled vp And the imperiall heauen bar'd to my view T were not so gracious nor so much desir'd As my deare Katherine is to Pasquills sight Ka. Heauen of Content Paphos of my delight Pas. Mirrour of Constancie life-bloud of loue Ka. Center to whom all my affections moue Pas. Renown of Virgins whose fame shal ne're fleet Ka. Oh I am maz'd with ioy I pree thee sweete Vnfold to me what sad mischaunce it was Forc'd thy deaths rumour and such woes disperc'd Sad sorrow past delights to be rehearsed Pas. It will be tedious but in breefe thinke thus Old Mamons malice was the venombd foame That poisoned all the sweets of our content Kathe. Alas deare heart that loue should be so crost Now good Ned fetch my gowne t is at yon house I would be loth to turne to Hygate thus Pas. I am oblig'de with infinit respect to do you seruice Oh power diuine was euer such a loue as Katherine Ent. Ma. Looke Mamon search Mamon this way shee went Put on thy spectacles this way she went Blest blest blest be thy natiuitie Yonder she sits I le either haue her now Or none shall e're enioy her with content Ka. How loues impatient when will Ned returne Ma. Tut t is no matter when looke where thy Mamō is Ka. Good diuel for Gods sake do not vexe my sight Didst not thou plot the death of my deare Loue Ma. Yes yes and wold complot ten thousand deaths Euen damne my soule for beauteous Katherine My ship shall kemb the Oceans curled backe To furnish thee with braue Abiliaments Rucks of rich Pearle and sparkling Diamonds Shall fringe thy garments with Imbroadry Thy head shall blaze as bright with Orient stone As did the world being burnt by Phaeton Ka. You make me death for pitties sake forbeare Oh when will Pasquil come Good Sir depart When wilt returne I pray you Sir goe hence And troth I will not hate you nay I 'le speake Against my heart and say I loath you not You vexe my patience gentle sir forbeare I begge it on my knee and with a teare Mam. Tut will you loue me and detest yon boy Ka. Heauen detest me first and loathe my soule Mam. Is it your finall resolution Ka. God knowes it is So good Sir rest content Mam. I I will rest and thou shalt rest thus blur'd Thus poysond venomde with this oyle of Toades If Mamon cannot get thee none shall ioy Which he could not enioy I feare no lawe Gold in the firmest conscience makes a flawe Rot like to Helen Spittle hence adiew Let Pasquil boast in your next interview Ka. Be pittifull and kill me gentle Sir Heauen my heart is crackt with miserie Where shall I hide me which way shall I cleanse The eating poyson of this venomde oyle Poore wretch alas see where thy Pasquil comes Pas. Here Loue put on your gown How now good God Heauē giue me patiēce who hath vs'd thee thus Ka. The diuel in the shape of Mamon Sweet Touch me not Pasquil I coniure thee now By all the power of affection By that strickt bond of loue that lincks our hearts Leaue and abandon me eternally I merit now no loue yet prethee sweet Vouchsafe to giue me leaue to loue thee still But I do binde thee by thy sacred vowe Of our once happie and thrice blessed loue Follow not Katherine good Ned doo not greeue In time iust heauen may our woes releeue Exit Katherine Pas. fureus O dira fata saeua miseranda horida Quis hic Locus quae Regio quae Mundi plaga Vbi sum Katherina Katherina Eheu Katherina Enter Mamon Mam. My Spectacles will betraie mee looke Mamon search Mamon here abouts they fell Pas. Welcome Erra Pater you that make Prognostications for euer Where 's you Almanacke Pulles his Indentures out of Mamons bosome Ma. Lorde blesse my Obligations Lorde blesse my bonds Lord blesse my Obligations Alas alas alas Pas. Let me see sir now when will true valour be at the full Oh there 's an opposition t is eclipsed Venus I Venus is mounted Where 's the Goat now Kembd fine kemd Oh heere are Dog daies out vpon t Dog dayes Dog dayes Dog dayes out vpon t He teares the Papers Mam. Alas my Obligations my Bonds my Obligations my Bonds Alas alas alas Pas. Katherina Katherina Ehew Katherina Exit Pasquil Mam. Obligations Obligations Alas my Obligations I am vndone vndone vndone Enter Flawne. Flawne. Sir Sir Sir Mam. What sir you for you Dog you Hounde you Crust what 's best newes with you now Out-alas my Obligations my Bonds I am vndon vndon Flawne. Sir the best newes is your ship the Hopewell hath hapt ill returning from Barbary T is but sunk or so not a scrap of goods sau'de Mam. Villaines Rogues Iewes Turkes Infidels
the diuel hath a hatefull fault he is a yonger brother Came. A yonger brother ô intollerable Wini. No Mistresse no but there 's M. Iohn M. Iohn Ellis there 's a Lad Ifaith Ha for a vertuous honest good youth Came. Tut he is good because he knows not how to be bad Nor wherefore he is good Wini. I know not mee thinkes not to be bad is good enough in these daies Came. Nay he is a foole a perfect Idiot Win. Why all the better And I 'le tell you this The greatest Lady in the Land affects him Nay doates vpon him I and lies with him Ca. What Lady good sweet Winifride what Lady say Faith there be some good parts about the foole which I perceiue not yet an other may what Lady good sweet Winifride say quick good wench Winif. The Lady Fortune Camel Why my name 's Fortune too Winif. Then you must needs fauour him For Fortune fauours fooles Camel Oh but to hugge a foole is odious Winif. Foule water quencheth fire well inough And with more liuely pallor you shall taste The Iuyce of pleasures fount at priuate times Pish by my maiden-head were I to match I would elect a wealthy foole fore all Then may one hurry in her Chariot Shine in rich purpled Tissue haue hundred loues Rule all pay all take all without checke or snib When being maried to a wise man O the Lord You are made a foole a Ward curbd and controlld and O out vpon 't Came. Beleeue me wench thy words haue fired me I 'le lay me downe vpon a banke of Pinkes And dreame vppon t Sweete foole I t is most cleare A foolish bed-mate why he hath no peere Exit Camelia Winif. Ha ha her loue is as vncertaine as an Almanacke as vnconstant as the fashion Iust like a whiffe of Tabacco no sooner in at the mouth but out at the nose I thinke in my heart I could make her enamoured on Timothy Twedle wel he that fees me best speeds best For as it pleasd my bribed lippes to blowe So turnes her feathry fancie too and fro Exit Enter Brabant iunior at one doore Ned Planet at the other Bra. Good speed thee my good sweet Planet How doest thou Chuck Pla. How now Brabant where haue you liu'de these three or foure dayes Bra. Ho at the glittering Court my Pytheas Pla. Plague on ye Pytheas what haue you done there Bra. Why lane in my Ladies lap eate drink sleep Pla. So hath thy Ladies Dog done what art in loue With you Hygate Mammer still Bra. Still I still and still I in eternitie Plan. It shall bee Cronicled next after the death of Bankes his Horse I wonder why thou lou'st her Bra. Loue hath no reason Pla. Then is loue a beast Bra. O my Camelia is loue it selfe Pla. The diuel she is Hart her lips looke like a dride Neats-tongue her face as richly yeallow as the skin of a cold Custard and her mind as setled as the feet of bald pated time Bra. Plague on your hatefull humor out vppon t Why should your stomacke be so queasie now As to bespawle the pleasures of the world Why should you run an Idle counter-course Thwart to the path of fashion Come your reason O you are buried in Philosophie And there intombd in supernaturalls You are dead to natiue pleasures life Pla. Let me busse thy cheeke sweete Pugge Now I am perfect hate I lou'd but three things in the world Philosophy Thrift and my self Thou hast made me hate Philosophy A Vsurers greasie Codpeece made me loath Thrift but if all the Brewers Iades in the town can drug me from loue of my selfe they shall doo more then e're the seuen wise men of Greece could Come come now I 'le be as sociable as Timon of Athens Bra. Along with me then you droning Sagbut I 'le bring thee to a Crewe Pla. Of Fooles wilt not Bra. Faith if you haue any waight of iudgement you may easily sound what depth of witts they drawe there 's first my elder brother Pla. Oh the Prince of Fooles vnequald Ideot He that makes costly suppers to trie wits And will not stick to spend some 20. pound To grope a gull that same perpetuall grin That leades his Corkie Iests to make them sinke Into the eares of his Deryders with his owne applause Bra. Indeed his Iests are like Indian beefe they will not last and yet he powders them soundly with his own laughter Then there 's the Gotish French-man Mounsieur Iohn fo de King knowste thou him Pla. Oh I to a haire for I knew him when he had neuer a haire on his head Bra. He is a faithfull pure Rogue Pla. I I as pure as the gold that hath bene seuen times tryed in the fire Bra. Then there 's Iohn Ellis and profound toungd Maister Puffe he that hath a perpetuitie of complement he whose phrases are as neatly deckt as my Lord Maiors Hensmen he whose throat squeakes like a treble Organ and speakes as small and shrill as the Irish-men crie Pip fine Pip And when his period comes not roundly off takes tole of the tenth haire of his Bourbon locke as thus Sweete Sir repute me as a Puffe selected spirit borne to be the admirer of your neuer inough admired Puffe Pla. Oh we shall be ouerwhelmd with an invndation of laughter Come where are they Bra. Here at this Tauerne Pla. In in in in I long to burst my sides and tyer my spleene with laughter Exeunt Enter two Pages the one laughing the other crying Page 1. Why do'st thou crie 2. Why do'st thou laugh 1. I laugh to see thee crie 2. And I crie to see thee laugh Peace be to vs Here 's our Maisters Enter Brabant Signior Planet Brabant Iunior Iohn Ellis M. Puffe and Mounsieur Iohn fo de King Bra. Sig. You shall see his humour I pray you bee familiar with this Gentleman maister Puffe he is a man of a well growne spirit richly worth your I assure you ha ha ha Puff Sir I enrowle you in the Legend of my Puffe intimates I shall be infinitely proud if you will daigne to value me worthy the embracement of your Puffe better affection Pla. Speake you from your thought sir Puffe I or would my silke stocke should loose his glosse else I shall triumph as much in the purchase of your Puffe loue as if I had obtained the great Elixar Let vs incorporate our affections I pray you let me be forward in your fauour Pla. Sir I pray you let me beg you for a Foole Puff I affect no rudenes gentlemē the heauens stand Propitious to your faire designes Assoone as next the sun shall gin to shine I will salute the eies of Katherine Bra. Sig. Of Katherine M. Planet obserue the next M. Iohn what makes you so melancholy Ellis I do not vse to answere questions Bra. Iu. What are you thinking on now El. I do not vse to thinke Bra. Sig. He lookes as demurely as if he were asking his
merry note with chuncks to sing Those that are farre more yong and wittie Are wide from singing such a Dittie As Chunck chunck chunck There 's Chunck that makes the Lawier prate There 's Chunck that make a foole of Fate There 's Chunck that if you will be his Shall make you liue in all hearts blis With Chunck chunck chunck Ka. T is wel sung good old man hence with your gold Leaue the green fields t is deawy you le take cold Mam. The Casements shut wel here I le lurke stay To see who beares the glorie of the day Hence hence to London Flawne let me alone Enter Flawne I can hardly leaue him alone for the Diuell and double Duckats still associate him but I am gone Exit Enter Pasquill Pasquil. The glooming morne with shining Armes hath chaste The siluer Ensign of the grim cheekt night And forc'd the sacred troupes of sparkling starres Into their priuate Tents yet calme husht sleepe Strikes dumbe the snoring world yet frolick youth That 's lately matcht vnto a well shapte Lasse Clippes his sweet Mistresse with a pleasing arme Whilst the great power of Imperious Loue Sommons my dutie to salute the shine Of my Loues beauties Vnequald Katherine I bring no Musick to prepare thy thoughts To entertaine an amorous discourse More Musick 's in thy name and sweet dispose Then in Apollos Lyre or Orpheus close I 'le chaunt thy name and so inchaunt each eare That Katherinas happie name shall heare My Katherine my life my Katherine Kathe. My Ned my Pasquil sweet I come I come Euen with like swiftnes tho not with like heart As the fierce Fawcon stoupes to rysing fowle I hurrey to thee do not goe away The place is priuate and t is yet scarce day Pas. Oh these kind words imparadize my thoughts Ma. Ha ha yong Pasquil haue I found you out I st you must bore my nose I le bore your heart Why this same boy 's as bare as naked Truthe A lowe ebd gallant yet shee le match with him I le match him if his skin be ponyard proofe He may scape the force of gold and murder if not As you returne sir I will pepper you Exit Enter Katherine to Pasquill And art thou come deare hart first fee be this This kinde imbrace and next this modest kis Pas. This is no kisse but an Ambrosian bowle The Nectar deaw of thy delicious sowle Let me sucke one kisse more and with a nimble lip Nibble vpon those Rosie bankes more soft and cleare Then is the Ieweld tip of Venus eare Oh how a kisse inflames a Louers thought With such a fewell let me burne and die And like to Hercules so mount the skie Ka. Come you grow wanton Oh you bite my lip Pas. In faith you Iest I did but softly sip The Roseall Iuice of your reuiuing breath Let clumsie iudgements chilblaind gowtie wits Bung vp their chiefe content within the whoopes Of a stuft dry Fatt and repose their hopes Of happinesse and hearts tranquilitie Vpon increase of durt but let me liue Clipt in the cincture of a faithfull arme Luld in contented ioy being made diuine With the most precious loue of Katherine Ka. Let the vnsanctified spirit of ambition Entice the choyse of muddy minded Dames To yoke themselues to swine and for vaine hope Of gay rich trappings be still spurd and prickt With pining discontent for nuptiall sweetes But let me liue lou'd in my husbands eies Whose thoughts with mine may sweetly simpathize Pas. The heauens shall melt the sun shall cease to shine Before I leaue the loue of Katherine Kathe. Nay when heauens melted the sun strooke dead Euen then my loue shall not be vanquished Pas. When I turne fickle vertue shall be vice Ka. When I proue false Hell shall be Paradice Pas. My life shall be maintaind by thy kind breath Ka. Thy loue shall be my life thy hate my death Pas. Oh when I die let me imbrace thy waste Ka. In death let me be counted thine and chaste Pas. Heauens graunt being dead my soule may liue nie thee Ka. One kisse shal giue thee mine eternally Pas. In faire exchaunge vouchsafe my hart to take Ka. With all my mind weare this Ned for my sake But now no more bright day malings our loue Farewell yet stay but t is no matter too My Father knowes I thinke what must ensue Adieu yet harke nay faith adieu adiew Pas. Peace to thy passions till next enterview Exeunt Enter Mamon and Mounsier Iohn fo de King Mam. Now Mounsieur be but confident and hold There is the price of blood this way he comes Strike home bold arme and thou shalt want no crowns Moun. Feare you noting when he is die me bring you word Exit Mamon Hee by gor braue crowne braue monney Me haue here a patent to take vp one two treescore Vench fine Crowne fine vench vnreasonably fine Dis monney is my baude Me send a French crowne To fetch a fine vench de French crowne fetch de Fine vench de fine vench take de French crowne And giue me de French poc Hee excellent you see Mee kill a man you see mee hang like de Burgullian Hee no poine Hee by Gor mee haue much vitt Ang me much bald and me ang much bald wit Here come de Gentleman metre Pasquill Enter Pasquill Pasquill I st possible that sisters should so thwart In natiue humours one 's as kind and fayre As constant vertuous and as debonayre As is the heart of goodnesse the other proud Inconstant fantasticke and as vaine in loues As trauellers in lies blest Katherine Camelia 's not thy sister if she bee Shee s basterd to the sweetes that shine in thee Moun. Boniour Metre Pasquill sance Iest me am hired to kill you Mounsieur Mamon Messier Iounck Iounck giue me money to stab you but me know there is a God that hate bloud derfore me no kil me know dere is a vench that loue Crowne derefore me keepe de money Pas. Vnhallowed villaine that with gold and bloud Thinkes that almighty loue can be withstood Hold Mounsieur there are more Crownes onely do this returne to Mamon tell him the deed is done and bring him hither that he may vainely triumph in my bloud I haue some painting which I found by chaunce in loose Camelias chamber with that I le staine my breast go and returne with speed Moun. Hee by gor I smell a rat me flie me flie by gor Exit Mounsieur Pas. Leaud miscreant that through the throat of hel Wouldst mount to heauen and enioy loue Invaluably pretious no rancke churle Thou wast not made to slauer her faire lips With thy dead rewmy chops nor clip her waste With thy shrunke bloudlesse arme I heare him come Now Pasquill faigne ô thou eternall light Mourne that thy creatures should in bloud delight He lies downe and faines himselfe dead Enter Mamon and Mounsieur Mam. Now smug fac'd boy now nibble on her lips Now
sippe the deawe of her delitious breath Stinke rot damne bake in thy cluttered bloud Snakes Toads and Earwigs make thy skull their neast Ingendring deaw-wormes cling orethwart thy breast Moun. Hush hush leaue praying for dead t is no good Caluianisme puritanisme Dissemble here are company Exit Moun. Enter Bra. Sig. and Planet Bra. Sig. Good morrow Sir who lies there murdred Mam. Oh Gentlemen the kindest vertuous youth That e're adorned London Damned theeues To spoile such hopes the last words that he spake Sticks still within the hollow of mine eare Katherine quoth he hold M. Mamon deare I know not what he meant but so he said If that you passe to Hygate tell the Knight Pasquill is sunke into eternall night Pla. Faith t was a good youth come Brabant come away Exeunt Brabant and Planet Mam. Dead Kate dead Kate dead is the boy That kept rich Mamon from his ioy Mamon sings Lantara c. Pasquill riseth and striketh him Mam. Oh the diuell the ghost of Pasquill I am dead if you haue any curtesie in you beleeue it I beleeu'd you when you faign'd beleeue me now for I am almost dead numbd vp with feare giue faith sweete gentle youth Pas. Old wretch amend thy thoughts purge purge repent I le hide thy vlcer be but penitent Exit Mam. Ha I think t was but his ghost that swept along Enter Mounsier singing Grand sot Mamō Pho phy phy phy a foutra pour vos chūck chunck Iohn fo de King teach you a ding Iohn fo de King graund Sot Sot Sot Exit Mounsieur Ma. Death plague and hell how is curst Mamō vext Scourgde with the whip of sharpe derision I le home and starue this crosse this peeuish hap Strikes dead my spirits like a thunderclap Exit Mamon Enter Brabant Iunior and Planet Bra. Gods pretious I forgot to bring my Page To breathe some Dittie in my Mistris eare Pla. Wouldst haue a Ballet to salute her with Bra. No but a Song How wouldst thou court thy Mistresse Pla. Why with the world the flesh the diuel Bra. Right dog well thou lt sweare that I am blest Beyond infinitie of happinesse When thou beholdest admired Camelia Pla. And God wold blesse me with 3. such mistresses I would giue two of them to the diuel that hee would take the third Bra. Oh when she clips and clings about my necke And suckes my soule forth with a melting kisse Pla. Doth she vse thee so kindly then ha Bra. O I and calls me deare deare Brabant and ô Iesu God I cannot expresse her sweets of entertaine Shee le so insinuate with chaste amorous speech And play the wanton with such pretie grace And vowes loue to me Oh I 'le make thee madde To see how gratious Brabant 's in her eye Here is her window marke but when I call How swift she comes and with what kind salutes She welcomes me What ho Camelia Faith you le be tane vp what in bed so late Winifride lookes from aboue Pla. And you take her vp Brabant shee le take you downe Bra. Hart they heare not My Camelia wake Wini. What harsh vnciuil tongue keeps such a coile Bra. Winifride t is I Tell my sweet Duck I am here Now marke Ned Planet now obserue her well Wini. Shee wonders at your rudenesse that intrudes Vpon the quiet of her mornings rest And shee 's amaz'de that with such impudence You dare presume to intimate some loue to her As if she knew you more then for a youth A yonger brother and a stipendary Enter Iohn Ellis Pla. Now mark Ned Planet now obserue her kindnes Good morrow M. Iohn Ellis As the Countrey mayd crieth to her Cowe to milke her or as the Trauailer knocketh with his Hostes for a reckning euen so do I call to thee ô Mistris Camelia from her window Came. Sweet Iohn my Loue heer 's thy Camelia Hold weare this fauour with this kisse vppon t Bra. Flesh and blood cannot beare such disgrace Brabant beates Ellis El. Helpe helpe helpe helpe he boxes mee that hee doth Helpe helpe Enter Sir Edward Katherine Drum and Twedle Sir Ed. What outrage haue we here so early vp Sir you do wrong the quiet of my house Enter Camelia I faith you do and t is but rudely done Go too t is not Is this a place to brawle Pla. And please thee knight I 'le tell thee faith troth Came. What did he strike thee sweet El. I in good deed law and a my conscience I thinke he hath made my nose bleede Came. And would not you draw your weapon out and to it lustily as long as you could stand El. I do not vse to drawe Ca. Did he giue thee a box on the eare and wouldst thou take it El. And he be such a foole to giue it me why should not I be so wise as to take it Ca. Pure honestie kinde Ducke kisse me sweet Iohn Bra. Iu. Hart Sir Edward will you suffer this Now on my life she is enamord on the fooles bable Sir Ed. Go too sir boy forbear you wrong my Loue And you forget your selfe to vse such Iests Such nastie rybauldry vpon my daughter I tell you M. Brabant doth she loue Any that meriteth the name of man Bra. Iu. Why hee 's no man but a very S. Ed. Well well no more my house my self my loue Opens their hearts with liberall imbrace To entertaine your presence I or any mans So they 'le be ciuile modest not prophane Not like to those that make it their chiefe grace To be quite graceles Pla. Well said honest knight We haue had blood enough to day alreadie Ned Pasquil 's slaine by bloodie murdering Rogues Sir Ed. Speak softly God forbid my daughter heares Tell me the circumstance I pray you Sir Ka. Eternall death vnto my happinesse My Pasquil slaine Oh God oh God oh God Exit Katherin tearing her haire Pla. I and I thinke the Vsurer made a Tent Euen of his nose it was so red and neere Sir Ed. God for his mercy what mischance is heere A good youth a vertuous modest youth I faith he was And I can tell your sir My daughter Katherine where is she now Whither 's she gone Drum call her hither straite Drum Your Drum wil sound a call sir presently Exit Drum Sir Ed. And as I told you sir my daughter Katherine Affected him right dearly by my peace of soule If he had liu'd I could haue hartily wisht He had bene my sonne in lawe I faith I could But see the will of God How now Drum Where 's my daughter Drum Sir she is either inuisible or deafe for I can neither see her nor she heare mee Sir Ed. Boddie of mee my heart misgiues me now Looke call search run all about My daughter gone Go all and search her out Heer 's Pasquil ha Is this the man that 's dead Enter Pasquil Pas. Let me intreat this fauour do not search Or be inquisitiue why I fain'de Repute me worthie your better
censure and thus think My cause was vrgent the rest lie buried Sir Ed. Well I would you had not fainde Pas. Why would you haue had me dead indeed Sir Ed. Oh no but I haue lost my child I feare By your strange faining she no sooner heard The tydings of your death but gone she was And God knowes whither Ha what newes now Enter Drum Drum T is easier to finde wit in ballating honestie in Brokers Virginitie in Shordich then to heare of my Mistresse Sir Ed. Broach me a fresh Butt of Canary Sacke Le ts sing drink sleep for that 's the best reliefe To drowne all care and ouerwhelme all griefe Powre Wine sound Musick let our bloods not freeze Drinke Duch like gallants le ts drinke vpsey freeze Exeunt Sir Edward Planet Brabant Drum Twedle Came. Seruant you le go in too and stay dinner El. I in truthe for as the Itch is augmented By scratching so is my loue by seeing my mistresse Exeunt Camelia and Ellis Pas. How 's this how 's this My Katherin gone hence Sences awake and thou amazed soule Vnwinde thy selfe from out the Labyrinth Of gaping wonder and astonishment My Katherine departed how which way Foole foole stand not debating but pursue Haste to her comfort for from thee doth spring Wretch that thou art her cause of sorrowing Exit ACTVS TERTIVS Enter a Page solus Page Ha ha ha tipsie tipsie tipsie all turnd whirlegig Iohn fo de king Drum and Timothy Twedle are rare fine ha for the heauens Ifaith Drums Lyon drunk and he dings the pottes about crackes the glasses swaggers with his owne shadow Honest Timothy is Mawdelin drunke and he weepes for kindnesse and kisses the hilts of Iacke Drums Dagger Mounsieurs Goat drunke and he shrugges and skrubbes and hee s it for a wench Heere they come reeling I must packe or we shall swagger for they hauing a cracke in their heades and I a fault in my hands we shall nere agree Exit Enter Drum Mounsieur and Twedle Drum A Seruingman quoth you Hart and if I serue any that 's flesh and blood would I might ne're taste my liquore more stand bare whilest hee makes water out vppon t I le to Ireland and there I le Tan ran ty ry dan Sa sa sa sa Nay t is the onely life Twe. Nay good Thewte hart good kind Iack stay if you would loue mee as I loue you we would liue die together and please God would I were dead and you are gone And heere 's M. Iohn so de king a verie honest man too Drum I I hee 's a verie good honest man for there 's not a haire betwixt him and heauen Twe. Hee le liue with vs now teach vs French Moun. I by my trot ang you helpe mee to a Vench now mee teach you French 5. towsand towsand yere ô your Secke is hote and make mee brule and brule and burne for a hee by gor your Seck is hote Enter Winifride Drum Welcome Basilisco thou wilt carry leuell and knock ones braines out with thy pricking wit Kisse me sweet wench kisse mee Moun. Hee my Vinifride by gor you are come in te very nick to pleasure mee pree you kisse mee clip mee loue mee or by gor mee ang die certaine Drum Out you French Dogge touch my Loue and I le Moun. Touch her by gor mee touch her and touch her and touch her Drum I le touch you I le slash you I le vench ye Wini. Put vp put vp for the passion of God put vp or if you le needs too it sheath both your weapons in mee first Drum Hart touch my loue touch my Winifride Wini. Hark you Iacke come to my chamber an houre hence and you shall haue what you will aske and I can graunt Drum Why then my choller 's down Iohn fo de King Foutra for you Exit Drum Moun. Foutra for me futtra futtra futtra fiue towsand futtra's for you Twe. Stay friend Iacke I le reele along with you if you le not swagger Exit Twedle Wini. Sweete sweete Mounsieur hang you slaues I loue you infinitely Moun. By gor me teach you French foure towsand yeare dan Wini. Well Mounsieur I 'le giue you pleasure Moun. But will you presently quickly for by gor me am a hot shot Wini. I so they say I heard you were vnder the Torred zone last day Moun. Pish t is no matter me am like a Tabacco Pipe de more me am burne de cleaner me am Wini. Well then two houres hence come to my chamber and Timothy Twedle shall giue you mee in a sacke Moun. In a sacke Ha very well Wini. And you shall carrie me to my Maisters house at Holloway for in the house we cannot be priuate without suspect Till then farewell Exit Winifride Moun. By my trot vnreasonablie good I carrie de vench on my backe and devench carie me on her hee fine backe fine vench fine Mounsieur fine fine fine Knight all fine vnreasonablie fine me sing vor ioy by gor me sing la liro liro la lilo Exit Enter Brabant Signior Brabant Iunior and Planet Bra Sig. Gentlemen as e're you lou'd wench obserue M. Puffe and me Bra. Iu. What shall we obserue you for Bra. Sig. Oh for our complement Pla. Complement what 's that Bra. Sig. Complement is as much as what call you it t is deriued of the Greeke word a pox on t Pla. Complement is as much as what call you it t is deriued of the Greeke word a pox on t Enter Puffe Bra. Sig. You shall see M. Puffe and me tosse it Ifaith marke with what grace I encounter him Pla. Hart thy brother 's like the Instrument the Merchants sent ouer to the great Turke you need not play vpon him hee le make musicke of himselfe and hee bee once set going Bra. Sig. M. Puffe I long to do faire seruice to your loue Puffe Most accomplisht wit exquisitly accoutred Puffe Iudgement I could wish my abilitie worthie your seruice and my seruice worthie your abilitie Pla. By the Lord fustian now I vnderstand it complement is as much as fustian Bra. Sig. I protest your abilities are infinite your perfections matchlesse your matchlesse perfection infinite in abilitie and your infinite abilitie matchlesse in perfection Pla. Good againe reioyce Brabant thy brother will not liue long he talkes Idlely alreadie Puff Delicious spirit disparage not your courtesie stand not bare to him that was borne to honor you Bra. Sig. Let vs presse our haires then with an vniforme consent Puff The pressure of my haires or the puncture of my heart standes at the seruice of your sollide perfections my life is bound to your loue your loue being my life tho my life bee not worthie your loue your perfection is the center to which all the paralels of my affection are drawne your loue my life your perfection my affection being Pla. Your Asse my Foole Puff Being chainde by the mightie coplet of ineuitable
cannot endure your countenance mee brule ang mee brule ang yow ha no compassion by gor me ang quite languish Last night me goe to bedd ang me put de candle behinde me and by my trote me see cleane torough me Me ang so drye me put a cold plattre at my backe and my back melt de plattre quite do so burne Pree you shew mee your bed Chambre mee will be secrete constant I loue you vnreasonably vell vnreasonably vell by gor Mist. Bra. In faith you make me blush what should I say Moun. Say no ang take it Or arke you one ting Say neder yea nor no but take it ang say noting Mist. Bra. You will be close and secret Moun. Secred by gor as secred as your sowle me wil tell noting possible Mist. Bra. Well Sir if it please you to see my Chamber t is at your seruice Exit Mist. Brabant Moun. Hee now me ang braue Mounsieur by gor ang me had know dis mee woode haue eate some Potatos or Ringoe but vell hee Me will tanck Metre Brabant vor dis by gor me am caught in heauen blisse Exit Mounsieur Enter Camelia and Winifride hanging on Planets armes Ca. Oh too vnkind why doest thou scorne my loue Shee that with all the vehemence of speech Hath bene pursued and kneeled too for loue Prostrates her selfe and all her choycest hopes As lowe as to thy feete disdaine me not To scorne a Virgin is mans odious blot Pla. To scorne a man is Virgins odious blot Wert thou as rich as is the Oceans wombe As beautious as the glorious frame of heauen Yet would I loath thee worse then varnisht skulles Whose ryuels are dawbd vp with plaistering painte Came. O Rockie spirit Pla. Breathe not in vaine I hate thy flatterings Detest thy purest elegance of speech Worse then I do the Croaking of a Toade Wini. Sweete Gentleman Pla. Peace you Rebato pinner Poting-sticke You bribde corrupters of affection I hate you both by heauen I hate her more Then I do loue my selfe Hence packe away I 'le sooner doate vpon a bleare-eide Witch A saplesse Beldame then I le flatter thee Came. Be not too cruell sweet Planet deare relent Compassionate my amorous languishment Pla. Ha ha I pree thee kneele beg blubber Cry Whilste I behold thee with a loathing eye And laugh to see thee weepe Came. Looke on my knees I creepe Be not impenetrable beautious youth But smile vpon me and I le make the aire Court thy choyce eare with soft delicious sounds Bring forth the Violls each one play his part Musick 's the quiuer of young Cupids dart The Song with the Violls Pla. Out Syren peace scritch-owle hence chattering Pye The blackt beakt night Crow or the howling Dog Shall be more gratious then thy squeaking voice Go sing to M. Iohn I shall be blunt If thou depart not hence go mourne and die I am the scourge of light inconstancie Exit Camelia and Winifride Thus my deare Brabant am I thy reuenge And whip her for the peeuish scorne she bare To thy weake yonger birth ô that the soules of men Were temperate like mine then Natures painte Should not triumph o're our infirmities I do adore with infinit respect Weomen whose merit issues from their worth Of inward graces but these rotten poasts That are but guilt with outward garnishment O how my soule abhorres them Yon 's my friend Enter Brabant Iunior I will conceale what I for him haue wrought Nice Iealousie mistakes a friendly part Now Brabant where 's thy elder brother ha What hath he built the Iest with Mounsieur yet Bra. Iu. Faith I know not but I heard he left the French-man with his wife Pla. Knew she thy brothers meaning Bra. Iu. Not a whit shee 's a meere straunger to this merriment Pla. Hit and be luckie ô that t were lawfull now To pray to God that he were Cuckoled Deare Brabant I do hate these bumbaste wits That are puft vp with arrogant conceit Of their owne worth as if Omnipotence Had hoysed them to such vnequald height That they suruaide our spirits with an eye Only create to censure from aboue When good soules they do nothing but reproue See where a Shallop comes How now what newes Enter Winifride and whispers with Planet Bra. Iu. What might this meane that Winifrid salutes The blunt tongu'de Planet with such priuate speech See with what vehemence she seemes to vrge Some priuate matter Planet is my friend And yet the strongest linke of friendship 's strainde When female loue puts to her mightie strength Marke Marke she offers him Camelias scarfe Now on my life t is so Planet supplants my Loue Pla. Friend I must leaue thee preethee pardon mee Wee le meete at supper soone with the good knight Exeunt Pla. and Winifride Bra. Iu. I I content ô hell to my delight My friend will murder me thin Cobweb Lawne Burst with each litle breath of tempting sweets Winifride speakes from within She intreats you M. Planet to meete Her at the Crosse stile Bra. Iu. Ha at the crosse stile well I 'le meet him there He that 's persidious to me in my loue Confusion take him and his bloud be spilt Without confusion to the murderer Exit Brabant ACTVS QVINTVS Enter Bra. Iu. and his Page charging a Pistoll Bra. Iu. So loade it soundly murders great with me Goe Boy discharge it euen in Planets brest Shoot him quite through through thou canst not sin To murder him that murdered his deare friend With damned breach of friendship when he is slaine Bring me his Cloake and Hat here I will stay To be imbrac'de in steed of Planet goe away Exit Boy I had rather die with blood vpon my head Shame and reproach clogging my heauie houre Then t' haue my friend still wounding of my soule With reprobate Apostacisme in loue O this Sophisticate friendship that dissolues With euery heate of Fancie let it melt Euen in Hells Forge Harke the Pistoll is discharg'de The Act of gory murder is performd'e Haue mercie heauen ô my soule is rent Enter the Page With Planets wound Come Boy the Hat and Cloake Go poste to Scotland there are crownes for thee Leaue Brabant vnto death and obloquie Exit Page Why now the vlcerous swelling of my hate Is broken forth Oh that these womens beauties This Natures witchcraft should inchaunt our soules So infinitely vnrecouerable That Hell death shame eternall infamy Cannot reclaime our desperate resolues But we will on spight of damnation Enter Camelia and Winifride Come ye poore garments of my murdered friend Mourne that you are compeld to hide his limbes That slew you Maister See Camelia comes I 'le stand thus muffled and deceiue her sight When loue makes head friendship is put to flight Came. Persist not still ô thou relentlesse youth To scorne my loue what tho I scorn'd thy friend Do not vpbrayd me still with hating him Do not still view me with a loathing eye For
Brabants sake do you but loue me sweet And I le not scorne him Why shouldst be so nice In keeping lawes of friendship didst thou e're heare Of any soule that held a friend more deare Then a faire woman Bra. Iu. O the sting of death how hath Brabant err'd Hence thou vile wombe of my damnation Oh thou wrong'd spirit of my murdred friend Thou guiltlesse spotlesse pure Immaculate Behold this arme thrusting swift vengeance Into the Trunck of a curst damnde wretch He drawes his Rapier Wini. Hee le spoile himselfe le ts run call for helpe Exit Camel and Wini. Bra. Iu. Now haue I roome for murder this vaste place Hush'd silence and dumb sollitude are fit To be obseruers of my Tragedie Planet accept the smoake of reeking bloud To expiate thy murder Friend I come Wee le troope together to Elizium Enter Sir Edward Camelia Winifride Ellis Brabant Sig. Twedle Drum and others Sir Ed. Hold hairbrainde youth what mischiefe maddes thy thoughts Bra. Iu. Forbeare good knight you neuer sinn'd so deepe As in detaining this iust vengeance To light vpon me but know I will die I haue infring'de the lawes of God and Man In sheading of my Planets guiltles blood Who I supposde corryuald me in loue Of that Camelia but iniuriously And therefore gentle knight let mine owne hand Be mine owne hangman Bra. Sig. Brother I 'le get you pardon feare it not Bra. Iu. You 'le get my pardon brother pardon mee You shall not for I le die in spight of thee Sir Ed. I am turnde wilde in wonder of this act Enter Planet and the Page Pla. Come Brabant come giue me my Cloak Hat The euening 's rawe and danke I shall take cold How now turnd mad why star'st thou on me thus Giue me my Cloake Hart is the youth distraught Bra. Iu. Ha doest thou breathe le ts see where is thy wound Pla. Doest breathe my wounde what doest thou meane by this Page Gentlemen I can direct you forth This Laborinth of intricate misdoubts My M. will'd me kill that Gentleman Now I thought he was mad in putting me To such an enterprise and therefore sooth'd him vp With I sir yes sir and so sir at each word Whilste he would show me how to hold the Dagge To drawe the Cock to charge and set the flint Meane time I had the wit to thinke him madde And therefore went and as he will'd me shot Which he God knows thought pearc'd his deer friends hart Then went borrowed that same Hat cloake Of M. Planet brought them to my Maister And so Pla. No more no more knight I wil make thee smile When I discourse how much my friend hath err'd Sir Ed. I will dissolue and melt my soule to night In influent laughter Come my Iocund spirit Presageth some vnhopte for happinesse Wee 'l crowne this euening with triumphant ioy I le sup vpon this Greene heer 's roome enough To drawe a liberall breath and laugh aloud Drum fetch the Table Twedle scoure your Pipe For my old bones will haue a Rownd to night Now by my troth and I had thought on t too I would haue had a play I faith I would I sawe the Children of Powles last night And troth they pleasde mee prettie prettie well The Apes in time will do it hansomely Pla. I faith I like the Audience that frequenteth there With much applause A man shall not be choakte With the stench of Garlicke nor be pasted To the barmy Iacket of a Beer-brewer Bra. Iu. T is a good gentle Audience and I hope the Boyes Will come one day into the Court of requests Bra. Sig. I and they had good Playes but they produce Such mustie fopperies of antiquitie And do not sute the humorous ages backs With cloathes in fashion Pla. Well Brabant well you will be censuring still There lyes a Iest in steep will whip you fort 't Sir Ed. Gallants I haue no iudgement in these things But will it please you sit Camelia Call these same Gentlemen vnto thee wench O there with thee my Katherine was wont To sit with gracefull presence well let 't passe Fetch me a Cup of Sacke Come Gallants sit M. Brabant M. Planet I pray you sit Young M. Brabant and Gods pretious M. Iohn Sit all and consecrate this night to mirth Heere is old Neds place Come sound Musicke there What Gallants haue you ne're a Page can entertaine This pleasing time with some French brawle or Song What shall we haue a Galliard troth t is well A Galliard Good Boy I faith I would thou hadst more roome Enter Katherine Ka. Once more the gratious heauens haue renewd My wasted hopes once more a blessed chaunce Hath fetcht againe my spirit from the sownd And languishing dispaire of happinesse A skilfull Beldame with the Iuice of hearbes Hath curde my face and kild the venoms power And now if Pasquil liue and loue me still Heauen is bounteous to poore Katherine Yon suppes my Father but my Ned 's not there I feare and yet I know not what I feare Sir Ed. Gallants I drinke this to Ned Pasquils health Pla. I faith I le pledge him would he had his wits Sir Ed. And I my daughter Fill me one Cup more No griefe so potent but neat sparkling wine Can conquere him Oh this is Iuice diuine Ka. Would he had his wits Oh what a numming feare Strikes a cold palsey through my trembling blood Enter Pasquil madde Pas. Vertue shall burst ope the Iron gates of Hell I le not be coop'd vp roome for Phaeton Lame pollicy how canst thou goe vpright O Lust staine not sweet Loue Fie be not lost Vpon the surge of vulgar humours You Idiot Riuet my Armor and Caparison A mightie Centaure for I le run at Tilt And tumble downe y on Giant in the dust Sit gentle Iudges of great Radamant Let not Proserpine rule thee Oh shee 's dead Now thou art right Eacus I appeale to thee Haue pittie on a wretches miserie Sir Ed. I am quite sunck with griefe what shall we do To get recouery of his wittes againe Bra. Iu. Let Musicke sound for I haue often heard It hath such sweet agreement with our soules That it corrects vaine humours and recalls His stragling fancies to faire vnion Pla. Why the soule of man is nought but simphonies A sound of disagreeing parts yet faire vnite By heauens hand diuine by reasons light Sir Ed. Sound Musicke then pray God it take effect The Musickes soundes and Pasquils Eye is fixt vpon Catherine Bra. Iu. Mark with what passion he sucks vp the sweets Of this fame delicate harmonious breath Pla. Obserue him well me thinkes his eye is fixt Vpon some obiect that seemes to attract His verie soule forth with astonishment Marke with what vehemence his thoughts do speake Euen in his eies some creature stands farre off That hath intranc'te him with a pleasing sight Pas. Amazement wonder stiffe astonishment Stare and stand gazing on this miracle Perfection of what e're a humane