MONSIEVR THOMAS A COMEDY Acted at the Private House in Blacke Fryers The Author IOHN FLETCHER Gent. LONDON Printed by Thomas Harper for Iohn Waterson and are to be sold at his shop in Pauls Church-yard at the signe of the Crowne 1639. TO THE NOBLE HONOVRER OF The dead Authors works and memory Master CHARLES COTTON SIR MY directing of this piece unto you renders me obvious to many censures which I would willingly prevent by declaring mine owne and your right thereto Mine was the fortune to be made the unworthy preserver of it yours is the worthy opinion you have of the Author and his Poems neither can it easily be determined whether your affection to them hath made you by observing more able to judge of them then your ability to judge of them hath made you to affect them deservedly not partially In this presumptuous act of mine I expresse my twofold zeale to him and your noble selfe who have built him a more honourable monument in that faire opinion you have of him then any inscription subject to the wearing of time can be You will finde him in this Poem as active as in others to many of which the dull apprehensions of former times gave but slender allowance from malitious custome more than reason yet they have since by your candid selfe and others beene cleerely vindicated You shall oblige by your acceptance of this acknowledgement which is the best I can render you mine own weake labours being too unworthy your judicious perusall him that is ambitious to be known Your most humble servant RICHARD BROME In prayse of the Authour and his following Poeme 'T Is both the life of Action and of wit When Actors so the fanci'd humours hit As if 'twixt them and th' Authour there were strife How each to other should give mutuall life The last this wanted not Invention strayes Here in full many pleasant turning wayes That like Meanders their curld circles bend Yet in a smooth streame runne to crowne the end Then 't is authoriz'd by the Authors name Who never writ but with such sprightly flame As if the Muses jointly did inspire His raptures only with their sacred fire And yet perhaps it did participate At first presenting but of common fate When ignorance was judge and but a few What was legitimate what bastard knew The world 's growne wiser now each man can say If Fletcher made it 't is an exc'lent play Thus Poemes like their Authors may be sed Never to live 'till they have first beene dead Rich Brome Monsieur Thomas A Comedy Actus Primus Scena Prima Enter Alice and Valentine Alice HOw dearely welcome you are Val. I know it And my best sister you as deer to my sight And pray let this confirm it how you have govern'd My poore state in my absence how my servants I dare and must beleeve else I should wrong ye The best and worthiest Alice As my womans wit Sir Which is but weake and crazie Val But good Alice Tell me how fares the gentle Cellide The life of my affection since my travell My long and lazie travell is her love still Vpon the growing hand do's it not stop And wither at my yeares has she not view'd And entertain'd some yonger smooth behaviour Some youth but in his blossome as her selfe is There lyes my feares Alice They need not for beleeve me So well you have manag'd her and won her minde Even from her houres of childehood to this ripenesse And in your absence that by me inforced stil So well distill'd your gentlenesse into her Observ'd her fed her fancy liv'd still in her And though Love be a boy and ever youthfull And young and beauteous objects ever aym'd at Yet here yee have gone beyond love better'd nature Made him appeare in yeares in gray yeares fiery His bow at full bent ever feare not brother For though your body has been farre off from her Yet every houre your heart which is your goodnesse I have forc'd into her won a place prepar'd too And willingly to give it ever harbour Beleeve she is so much yours and won by miracle Which is by age so deep a stamp set on her By your observances she cannot alter Were the childe living now ye lost at sea Among the Genoway Gallies what a happinesse What a maine blessing Val O no more good sister Touch no more that string 't is too harsh and jarring With that childe all my hopes went and you know The root of all those hopes the mother too Within few dayes Alice 'T is too true and too fatall But peace be with their soules Val For her losse I hope the beauteous Cellide Alice You may Sir For all she is is yours Val. For the poore boyes losse I have brought a noble friend I found in travell A worthier minde and a more temperate spirit If J have so much judgement to discerne 'em Man yet was never master of Alice What is he Val. A Gentleman I doe assure my selfe And of a worthy breeding though he hide it I found him at Valentia poore and needy Onely his minde the master of a treasure I sought his friendship wonne him by much violence His honesty and modesty still fearing To thrust a charge upon me how I love him He shall now know where want and he hereafter Shall be no more companions use him nobly It is my will good sister all I have J make him free companion in and part er But onely Alice I observe ye hold your right there Love and high rule allowes no rivals brother He shall have faire regard and all observance Enter Hylas Hylas Ye are welcome noble Sir Val. What Monsieur Hylas I 'me glad to see your merry body well yet Hyl. Yf'aith y' are welcome home what news beyond seas Val. None but new men expected such as you are To breed new admirations 't is my sister Pray ye know her sir Hylas With all my heart your leave Lady Alice Ye have it sir Hylas A shrewd smart touch which do's prognosticate A body keene and active somewhat old But that 's all one age brings experience And knowledge to dispatch I must be better And neerer in my service with your leave sir To this faire Lady Val. What the old squire of dames still Hyl. Still the admirer of their goodnesse with all my heart now I love a woman of her yeares a pacer That lay the bridle in her neck will travell Forty and somewhat fulsome is a fine dish These yong colts are too sketish Enter Mary Al. My cosin Mary In all her joy Sir to congratulate Your faire returne Val. My loving and kind cosin A thousand welcomes Mary A thousand thanks to heaven Sir For your safe voyage and returne Val. I thanke â—e But wher 's my blessed Cellide her slacknesse In visitation Mary Thinke not so deere Vncle I left her on her knees thanking the gods With teares and prayers Val. Ye have given me too much comfort
Mary She will not belong from ye Hyl. Your faire cosin Val. It is so and a bait you cannot balke sir If your old rule raigne in you ye may know her A happy stocke ye have right worthy Lady The poorest of your servants vowes his duty And obliged faith Mary O 't is a kisse you would sir Take it and tye your tongue up Hyl. I am an asse I doe perceive now a blinde asse a blockhead For this is handsomnesse this that that drawes us Body and bones oh what a mounted forehead What eyes and lips what every thing about her How like a Swan she swims her pace and beares Her silver breasts this is the woman she And onely she that I will so much honour As to thinke worthy of my love all older Idols I heartily abhorre and give to gunpowder And all complexions besides hers to Gypsies Enter Francis at one door and Cellide at another Val. O my deere life my better heart all dangers Distresses in my travell all misfortunes Had they been endlesse like the houres upon me In this kisse had been buried in oblivion How happy have ye made me truely happy Cel. My joy has so much overmastered me That in my teares for your returne Val. O deerest My noble friend too what a blessednesse Have I about me now how full my wishes Are come agen a thousand hearty welcomes I once more lay upon ye all I have The faire and liberall use of all my servants To be at your command and all the uses Of al within my power Fran. Ye are too munificent Nor am I able to conceive those thanks sir Val. Ye wrong my tender love now even my service Nothing accepted nothing stuck between us And our intire affections but this woman This I beseech ye friend Fran. It is a jewell I doe confesse would make a thiefe but never Of him that 's so much yours and bound your servant That were a base ingratitude Val Ye are noble Pray be acquainted with her keep your way sir My cosin and my sister Alice Ye are most welcome Mary If any thing in our poore powers faire sir To render ye content and liberall welcome May but appeare command it Alice Ye shall find us Happy in our performance Fra. The poore servant Of both your goodnesses presents his service Val Come no more complement custome has made it Dull old and tedious ye are once more welcome As your owne thoughts can make ye and the same ever And so wee 'l in to ratifie it Hyl. Harke ye Valentine Is wild oates yet come over Val. Yes with me Sir Mar. How do's he beare himself Val. A great deale better Why doe you blush the Gentleman will doe well Mar. I should be glad on 't Sir Val. How do's his Father Hyl. As mad a worme as ere he was Val I lookt for 't Shall we enjoy your companie Hyl. I le wayt on ye Only a thought or two Val We bar all prayers Exeunt all but Hylas Hyl. This last wench I this last wench was a faire one A dainty wench a right one a devill take it What doe I ayle to have fifteene now in liking Enough a man would thinke to stay my stomack But what 's fifteene or fifteene score to my thoughts And wherefore are mine eyes made and have lights But to encrease my objects this last wench Sticks plaguy close unto me a hundred pound I were as close to her if I lov'd now As many foolish men doe I should run mad Scaena Secunda Enter old Sebastian and Launcelot Seb. SIrha no more of your French shrugs J advise you If you be lowzie shift your selfe Lan. May it please your worship Seb Onely to see my sonne my sonne good Launcelot Your Master and my sonne body O me sir No money no more money Monsieur Launcelot Not a deneere sweet Signior bring the person The person of my boy my boy Tom Monsieur Thomas Or get you gone agen du gata whee sir Bassa mi cu good Launcelot valetote My boy or nothing Lan. Then to answer punctually Seb. I say to ' th purpose Lan. Then J say to 'th purpose Because your Worships vulgar understanding May meet me at the neerest your sonne my master Or Monsieur Thomas for so his travell stiles him Through many forraigne plots that vertue meets with And dangers I beseech ye give attention Is at the last ariv'd To aske your as the French man cals it sweetly Benediction ae jour en jour Seb. Sirha do not conjure me with your French furies Lan. Che ditt'a vou Monsieur Seb. Che doga vou Rascall Leave me your rotten language and tell me plainely And quickly sirha left I crack your French crowne What your good Master meanes I have maintain'd You and your Monsieur as I take it Launcelot These two yeeres at your ditty vous your jours Jour me no more for not another penny Shall passe my purse Lan. Your Worship is erroneous For as I told you your Sonne Tom or Thomas My Master and your sonne is now arriv'd To aske ye as our language beares it neerest Your quotidian blessing and here he is in person Enter Thomas Seb. What Tom boy welcome with all my heart boy Welcome 'faith thou hast gladded me at soule boy Infinite glad I am I have praied too Thomas For you wilde Thomas Tom I thank thee hartily For comming home Thom. Sir I doe finde your prayers Have much much prevail'd above my sins Seb. How 's this Thom. Else certaine I had perish'd with my rudenesse Ere J had won my selfe to that discretion I hope you shall hereafter finde Seb. Humh humh Discretion is it come to that the boy 's spoild Thom. Sirah you rogue look for 't for I will make thee Ten times more miserable then thou thoughtst thy selfe Before thou travelledst thou hast told my father I know it and I finde it all my rogueries By meere way of prevention to undoe me Lan. Sir as J speake eight languages I onely Told him you came to aske his benediction De jour enjour Thom. But that I must be civill I would beat thee like a dog sir howsoever The time I have mispent may make you doubtfull Nay harden your beliefe ' gainst my conversion Seb. A pox o' travell I say Thom. Yet deere father Your owne experience in my after courses Enter Dorothea Seb. Prethee no more t' is scurvy ther 's thy sister Vndon without redemption he eates with picks Vtterly spoyld his spirit baffell'd in him How have I find that this affliction Should light so heavie on me I have no more sonnes And this no more mine owne no spark of nature Allows him mine now he 's growne tame my grand curse Hang ore his head that thus transform'd thee travell I le send my horse to travell next we monsieur Now will my most canonicall deere neighbours Say I have found my sonne and rejoyce with me Because he has mew'd his mad tricks
the Nunnery there you shall finde a night Prieâ—â— Little sir Hugh and he can say the Matrimony Over without booke for we must have no company Nor light for feare my father know which must not yet And then to morrow night Hyl. Nothing to night sweet Tho. No not a bit I am sent of businesse About my dowry sweet doe not you spoile all now 'T is of muh haste I can scarce stay the marriage Now if you love me get you gone Hyl. You 'l follow Tom. Within this houre my sweet chicke Hyl. Kisse Tho. A rope kisse ye Come come I stand o'thornee Hyl. Me thinkes her mouth still Is monstrous rough but they have waies to mend it Farewell Tom. Farewell I 'le fit ye with a wife sir Seb. Come follow close I 'le see the end she aymes at And if he be a handsome fellow Launcelot â—iat 't is done and all my state is setled Exeunt Scena Sexta Enter Abbesse Cellide and Nuns Ab. COme to your Mattins Maids these early houres My gentle daughter will disturb a while Your faire eyes nurterd in ease Cel. No vertuous mother T is for my holy health to purchase which They shall forget the childe of ease soft slumbers O my afflicted heart how thou art tortur'd And Love how like a tyrant thou raign'st in me Commanding and forbidding at one instant Why came I hither that desire to have Onely all liberty to make me happy Why didst thou bring that yong man home O Valentine That vertuous youth why didst thou speake his goodnesse In such a phrase as if all tongues all praises Were made for him O fond and ignorant Why didst thou foster my affection Till it grew up to know no other father And then betray it Ab. Can ye sing Cel. Yes Mother My sorrowes onely Ab. Be gone and to the Quire then Exeunt Musicke singing Scena septima Enter Michael and Servant and Francis Mich. HA'st thou inquir'd him out Ser. He 's not at home sir His sister thinks he 's gone to th' Nunnery Mich. Most likely I 'le away an houre hence sirha Come you along with this yong gentleman Doe him all service and faire office Ser. Yes sir Exeunt Scena Octava Enter Hylas and Sam. Sam. VVHere hast thou been man Hyl. Is there nev'r a shop open I 'le give thee a paire of gloves Sam. Sam. What 's the matter Hyl. What do'st thou thinke Sam. Thou art not married Hyl. By th' masse but I am all to be married I am i' th order now Sam. Sam. To whom prethee I thought there was some such trick in 't you stole from me But who for heaven sake Hyl. Ev'n the sweetest woman The rarest woman Samuel and the lustiest But wondrous honest honest as the ice boy Not a bit before hand for my life sirha And of a lusty kindred Sam. But who Hylas Hyl. The yong gentleman and I are like to be friends againe The fates will have it so Sam. Who Monsieur Thomas Hyl. All wrongs forgot Sam. O now I smell ye Hylas Do's he know of it Hyl. No ther 's the tricke I owe hiâ— T is done boy we are fast faith my youth now Shall know I am aforehand for his qualities Sam. Is there no tricke in 't Hyl. None but up and ride boy I have made her no joynture neither there I have paid him Sam. She 's a brave wench Hyl. She shall be as I 'le use her And if she anger me all his abuses I 'le clap upon her Cassocke Sam. Take heed Hylas Hyl. 'T is past that Sam come J must meet her presently And now shalt see me a most glorious husband Exeunt Scena Nona Enter Dorothy Mary Valentine Dor. IN troth sir you never spoke to me Val Can ye forget me Did not you promise all your helpe and cunning In my behalfe but for one houre to see her Did you not sweare it by this hand no strictnesse Nor rule this house holds shall by me be broken Dor. I saw ye not these two dayes Val. Doe not wrong me I met ye by my life just as you entred This gentle Ladies Lodge last night thus suited About eleven a clocke Dor. 'T is true I was there But that I saw or spoke to you Mar. I have found it Your brothor Thomas Doll Dor. Pray sir be satisfi'd And wherein I can doe you good command me What a mad foole is this stay here a while sir Whilst we walke in and make your peace Exit Enter Abbesse Val. I thanke ye squeake within Ab. Why what 's the matter there among these Maids Now benedicite have ye got the breeze there Give me my holly sprinckle Enter 2 Nun. 1 Nun O Madam ther 's a strange thing like a gentlewoman Like Mistresse Dorothy I think the fiend Crept in to th' Nunnery we know not which way Playes revell rowt among us Ab. Give me my holy water pot 1 Nun Here Madam Ab. Spirit of earth or ayre I do conjure thee squeake within Of water or of fire 1 Nun Harke Madam hark Ab. Be thou ghost that cannot rest or a shadow of the blest Be thou black or white or green be thou heard or to be seen Enter Thomas and Cellide 2 Nun It comes it comes Cell What are ye speake speake gently And next what would ye with me Tom. Any thing you 'l let me Cell You are no woman certaine Tom. Nor you no Nun nor shall not be Cel. What make ye here Tom. I am a holy Fryer Ab. Is this the Spirit Tho. Nothing but spirit Aunt Ab. Now out upon thee Tho. Peace or I 'le conjure too Aunt Ab. Why come you thus Tho. That 's all one her 's my purpose Out with this Nun she is too handsome for ye I 'le tell thee Aunt and I speake it with teares to thee If thou keptst her here as yet I hope thou art wiser Mark but the mischiefe followes Ab. She is a Votresse Tho. Let her be what she will she will undoe thee Let her but one houre out as I direct ye Or have among your Nuns againe Abb. You have no project But faire and honest Tom. As thine eyes sweet Abbesse Abb. I will be ruld then Tom. Thus then and perswade her But do not iuggle with me if ye do Aunt Abb. I must be there my selfe Tom. Away and fit her Abb. Come daughter you must now be rull'd or never Cell I must obey your will Abb. That 's my good daughter Exeunt Scena Decima Enter Dorothy and Mary Ma. VVHat a coyle has this Fellow kept i' th' Nunnery Sure he has run the Abbesse out of her wits Do. Out of the Nunnery I think for we can neither see her Nor the yong Cellide Mar. Pray heavens he be not teasing Dor. Nay you may thanke your selfe 't was your owne structures Enter Hylas and Sam. Sam. Why there 's the gentlewoman Hyl. Mas t is she indeed How smart the pretty theefe lookes ' morrow Mistresse Dor.
Good morrow to you sir Sam. How strange she beares it Hyl. Maids must do so at first Dor. Would ye ought with us gentlemen Hyl. Yes marry would I A little with your Ladiship Dor. Your will sir Hyl. Doll I would have ye presently prepare your selfe And those things you would have with you For my house is ready Dor. How sir Hyl. And this night not to faile you must come to me My Friends will all be there too For Trunks those things And houshold stuffe and clothes you would have carried To morrow or the next day I le take order Onely What money you have bring away with ye And Iewels Dor. Iewels sir Hyl. I for adornement There 's a bed up to play the game in Dorothy And now come kisse me heartily Dor. Who are you Hyl. This Lady shal be welcome too Ma. To what sir Hyl. Your neighbour can resolve ye Dor. The man 's foolish Sir you looke soberly who is this fellow And where 's his businesse Sam. By heaven thou art abus'd still Hyl. It may be so Come ye may speake now boldly There 's none but friends Wench Dor. Came ye out of Bedlam Alas t is ill sir that ye suffer him To walke in th' open ayre thus 't will undoe hlm A pretty hansome gentleman great pitty Sam. Let me not live more if thou be'st not cozens Hyl. Are not you my Wife did not I marry you last night At St. Michaels Chappell Dor. Did not I say he was mad Hyl. Are not you Mistresse Dorothy Thomas sister Mar. There he speakes sence but I le assure ye gentleman I think no Wife of yours at what houre was it Hyl. S' pretious you 'll make me mad did not the Priest Sir Hugh that you appointed about twelve a clocke Tye our hands fast did not you sweare you lov'd me Did not I court ye comming from this gentlewomans Ma. Good sir goe sleepe for if I credit have She was in my armes then abed Sam. I told ye Hyl. Be not so confident Dor. By th' mas she must sir For I le no husband here before I know him And so good morrow to ye Come let 's goe seeke'em Sam. I told ye what ye had done Hyl. Is the devill stirring Well goe with me for now I wil be married Exeunt Scena Vndecima Enter Michael Valentine and Alice Mich. I Have brought him backe againe Val. You have don a friendship Worthy the love you beare me Mich. Would he had so too Val. O he 's a worthy yong man Mich. When al 's tryde I feare you 'l change your faith bring in the gentleman Enter Francis and servant and Abbesse and Cellide severally Val. My happy Mistresse too now Fortune helpe me And all you starres that governe chast desires Shinne faire and lovely Abb. But one houre deere Daughter To heare your Guardian what he can deliver In Loves defence and his and then your pleasure Cell Though much unwilling you have made me yeeld More for his sake I see how full of sorrow Sweet catching sorrow he appeares O love That thou but knew'st to heale as well as hurt us Mich. Be ruld by me I see her eye fast on him And what ye heard beleeve for t is so certaine He neither dar'd nor must oppose my evidence And be you wise yong Lady and beleeve too This man you love Sir Val. As I love my soule Sir Mich. This man you put into a free possession Of what his wants could aske or your selfe render Val. And shall do still Mich Nothing was bard his libertie But this faire Maide that friendship first was broken And you and she abus'd next to my sorrow So faire a forme should hide so darke intentions He hath himselfe confes'd my purpose being Only to stop his Iourney by that pollicy Of laying fellony to his charge to fright the Saylors Divers abuses done thefts often practis'd Moneys and Iewels too and those no trifles Cell O where have I bestrew'd my faith in neither Let 's in for ever now there is vertue Mich. Nay do not wonder at it he shall say it Are ye not guiltie thus Fra. Yes O my Fortune Mich. To give a proofe I speake not enviously Looke here do you know these Iewels Cell In good Mother Enter Thomas Dorothy and Mary then Sebastian and Launcelot Val. These Iewels I have knowne Dor. You have made brave sport Tho. I le make more if I live Wench Nay doe not looke on me I care not for ye Lan. Do you see now plaine that 's Mistris Dorothy And that 's his Mistris Seb. Peace let my joy worke easely Ha boy art there my boy mine owne boy Tom. boy Home Lance and strike a fresh peece of wine the townes ours Val. Sure I have knowne these Iewels Alice They are they certaine Val. Good heaven that they were Alice I le pawne my life on 't And this is he Come hither Mistris Dorothy And Mistris Mary who do's that face looke like And view my brother well Dor. In truth like him Ma. Vpon my troth exceeding like Mich. Beshrew me But much and maine resemblance both of face And lineaments of body now heaven grant it Alice My brother's full of passion I 'le speake to him Now as you are a gentleman resolve me Where did you get these jewels Fra. Now I 'le tell ye Because blinde fortune yet may make me happy Of whom I had 'em I have never heard yet But from my infancy upon this arme I ever wore'em Alice 'T is Francisco brother By heaven I ty'd 'em on a little more sir A little little more what parents have ye Fra. None That J know yet the more my stubborne fortune But as J heard a Merchant say that bred me Who to my more affliction di'de a poore man When J reach'd eighteen yeers Alice What said that Merchant Fra. He said an infant in the Genoway Galleyes But from what place he never could direct me I was taken in a sea-fight and from a Marriner Out of his manly pitty he redeem'd me He told me of a Nurse that waited on me But she poore soule he said was killed A letter too I had enclos'd within me To one Castructio a Venetian Merchant To bring me up the man when yeers allow'd me And want of friends compell'd I sought but found him Long dead before and all my hopes gone with him The wars was my retreat then and my travell In which I found this gentlemans free bounty For which heaven recompenc'd him now ye have all Val. And all the worldly blisse that heaven can send me And all my prayers and thanks Alice Down o' your knees sir For now you have found a father and that father That will not venture ye againe in Gallyes Mich. 'T is true beleeve her sir and we all joy with ye Val. My best friend still my deerest now heaven blesse thee And make me worthy of this benefit Now my best Mistresse Cel. Now sir I come to ye Ab. No no let 's in wench Cel. Not for the world now Mother And thus sir all my serviee I pay to you And all my love to him Val. And may it prosper Take her Francisco now no more yong Callidon And love her deerely for thy father do's so Fra. May all hate seek me else and thus I seale it Val Nothing but mirth now friends Enter Hylas and Sam Hyl. Nay I will finde him Sam. What doe all these here Tho. You are a trusty husband And a hot lover too Hyl. Nay then good morrow Now J perceive the knavery Sam. J still told ye Tho. Stay or I 'le make ye stay come hither sister Val. Why how now Mistresse Thomas Tho. Peace a little Thou would'st faine have a wife Hyl. Not I by no meanes Tho. Thou shalt have a wife a fruitful wife for I findâ— Hylas known son agen That I shall never be able to bring thee children Seb. A notable brave boy Hyl. I am very well sir Tho. Thou shalt be better Hylas thou hast 7 hundred pound a yeer And thou shalt make her 3 hundred joynture Hyl. No. Tho. Thou shalt boy and shalt bestow Two hundred pound in clothes looke on her A delicate lusty wench she has fifteen hundred And seasible strike hands or I 'le strike first Dor. You 'l let me like Mar. He 's a good handsome fellow Play not the foole Tho. Strike brother Hylas quickly Hyl. If you can love me well Dor. If you can please me Tho. Try that out soon I say my brother Hylas Sam. Take her and use her well she 's a brave gentlewoman Hyl. You must allow me another Mistresse Dor. Then you must allow me another servant Hyl. Well let 's together then a lusty kindred Seb. I 'le give thee five hundred pound more for that word Ma. Now sir for you I to make the feast full Tho. No not a bit you are a vertuous Lady And love to live in contemplation Ma. Come foole I am friends now Tho. The foole shall not ride ye There lye my woman now my man againe And now for travell once more Seb. I 'le bar that first Ma. And I next Tho. Hold your selfe contented for I say I will travell And so long I will travell till I finde a father That I never knew and a wife that I never look'd for And a state without expectation So rest you merry gentlemen Ma. You shall not Vpon my faith I love you now extremely And now I 'le kisse ye Tho. This will not doe it Mistresse Ma. Why when we are married we 'l doe more Seb. Ther 's all boy The keyes of all I have come let 's be merry For now I see thou art right Tho. Shall we to Church straight Val. Now presently and there with nuptiall The holy Priest shall make ye happy all Tho. Away then faire afore Exeunt FINIS