don boy Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Gerrard and Floriz Ger. By this time Sir I hope you want no reasons Why I broke off your marriage for though I Should as a Subject study you my Prince In things indifferent it will not therefore Discredit you to acknowledge me your Father By harkning to my necessary counsells Flo. Acknowledge you my Father Sir I do And may impiety conspiring with My other Sinnes sinck me and sodainly When I forget to pay you a Sonnes duty In my obedience and that help'd forth With all the cheerefullnesse Ger. I pray you rise And may those powers that see and love this in you Reward you for it Taught by your example Having receiv'd the rights due to a Father I tender you th' allegance of a Subject Which as my Prince accept of Flo. Kneele to me May mountaines first fall down beneath their valleys And fire no more mount upwards when I suffer An act in nature so preposterous I must o'recome in this in all things else The victory be yours could you here read me You should perceive how all my faculties Triumph in my blest fate to be found yours I am your son your son Sir and am prouder To be so to the Father to such goodnesse Which heaven be pleas'd I may inherit from you Then I shall ever of those specious titles That plead for my succession in the Earldome Did I possesse it now left by my mother Ger. I do beleeve it but Flo. O my lov'd Father Before I knew you were so by instinct Nature had taught me to look on your wants Not as a strangers and I know not how What you call'd charity I thought the payment Of some religious debt nature stood bound for And last of all when your magnificent bounty In my low ebb of fortune had brought in A flood of blessings though my threatning wants And feare of their effects still kept me stupid I soone found out it was no common pitty That lead you to it Ger. Thinke of this hereafter When we with joy may call it to remembrance There will be a time more opportune then now To end your story with all circumstances I add this only when we fled from Woolfort I sent you into England and there placed you With a brave Flanders Merchant call'd rich Goswin A man supplyed by me unto that purpose As bound by oath never to discover you Who dying left his name and wealth unto you As his reputed Son and yet receiv'd so But now is Florez and a Prince remember The countreys and the subjects generall good Must challenge the first part in your affection The faire maid whom you chose to be your wife Being so far beneath you that your love Must grant shee 's not your equall Flo. In discent Or borrowed glories from dead Ancestors But for her beauty chastity and all vertues Ever remembred in the best of women A Monarch might receive from her not give Though she were his Crownes purchase In this only Be an indulgent Father in all else Use my authority Enter Hubert Hemskirke Woolfort Bertha and Souldiers Hub. Sir here be two of 'em The Father and the Son the rest you shall have As fast as I can rouze them Ger. Who 's this Woolfort Wool I Criple your faigned crutches wil not help you Nor patch'd disguise that hath so long conceal'd you It 's now no halting I must here finde Gerrard And in this Merchants habit one called Florez Who would be an Earl Ger. And is wert thou a subject Flo. Is this that Traitor Woolfort Woolf. Yes but you Are they that are betraid Hemskirke Ber. My Goswin Turn'd Prince ô I am poorer by this greatnesse Then all my former jealousies or misfortunes Flo. Gertrud Woolf. Stay Sir you were to day too neare her You must no more ayme at those easy accesses Lesse you can do 't in aire without a head Which shall be sodainly tri'de Ber. O take my heart first And since I cannot hope now to enjoy him Let me but fall a part of his glad ransome Woolf. You know not your own value that entreat Ger. So proud a fiend as Woolfort VVoolf. For so lost A thing as Florez Flo. And that would be so Rather then she should stoop againe to thee There is no death but 's sweeter then all life When VVoolfort is to give it O my Gertrude It is not that nor Princedom that I goe from It is from thee that losse includeth all Wool I if my young Prince knew his losse hee would say so VVhich that he yet may chew on I will tell him This is no Gertrude nor no Hemskirks Niece Nor Vandoncks daughter this is Bertha Bertha The heir of Brabant she that caus'd the warr Whom I did steale during my treaty there For your minority to raise my selfe I then fore-seeing 't would beget a quarrell That a necessity of my employment The same employment make me master of strength That strength the Lord of Flanders so of Brabant By marrying her which had not been to doe Sir She come of years but that the expectation First of her Fathers death retarded it And since the standing out of Bruges where Hemskirke had hid her till she was neer lost But Sir we have recover'd her your Merchantship May breake for this was one of your best bottoms I thinke Ger. Insolent Devill Enter Hubert with Jaqueline Gynks and Costin Woolf. Who are these Hemskirke Hem. More more Sir Flo. How they triumph in their treachery Hem. Lord Arnold of Benthusin this Lord Costin This Jaqueline the sister unto Florez Wol. All found why here 's brave game this was sport-royall And puts me in thought of a new kind of death for 'em Hunts-man your horn first wind me Florez fall Next Gerrards then his daughter Jaquelins Those rascalls they shall dye without their rights Hang 'em Hemskirke on these trees I l'e take The assay of these my selfe Hub. Not here my Lord Let 'em be broken up upon a scaffold T will shew the better when their arbour 's made Ger. Wretch art thou not content thou hast betraid us But mocke us too Ginks. False Hubert this is monstrous Wool Hubert Hem. VVho this Ger. Yes this is Hubert Woolfort I hope he ha's helpt himselfe to a tree Woolf. The first The first of any and most glad I have you Sir I let you goe before but for a traine Is 't you have done this service Hub. As your Hunts-man But now as Hubert save your selves I will The Woolf 's a foote let slip kill kill kill kill Enter with a drum Van-donck Merchants Higgen Prig Ferret Snap Woolf. Betray'd Hub. No but well catch'd and I the Huntsman Van-d. How do you Woolfort Rascal good knave Wool I speake it now without the Rose and Hemskirck Rogue Hemskirck you that have no neice this Lady Was stolen by you and tane by you and now Resign'd by me to the right owner here Take her my Prince Flo. Can this be
but not our eares While we are his servants And as we come here Not to aske questions walke forth on your walls Visit your courtes of guard view your Munition Aske of your corne-provisions nor enquire Into the least as spies upon your strengthes So let 's entreate we may receive from you Nothing in passage or discourse but what We may with gladnesse and our honesties here And that shall seale our welcome Van. Good let 's drinke then Mage: fill out I keep mine old pearle still Captaine Mar. I hang fast man Hem. Old Iewels commend their keeper Sir Van. Heer 's to you with a hart my Captaines friend With a good heart and if this make us speake Bold words anon 't is all under the Rose Forgotten drowne all memory when we drinke Hub. 'T is freely spoken noble Burgomaster I 'le do you right Hem. Nay Sir mine heire Van-donck Is a true Statesmen Van. Fill my Captaines cup there ô that your Master Woolfort Had been an honest man Hub. Sir Van. Under the Rose Hem. Heer 's to you Marget Mar. Welcom welcom Captaine Van. Well said my pearle still Van. Well said my pearl still Hem. And how does my Niece Almost a woman I thinke This friend of mine I drew along with me through so much hazard Only to see her she was my errand Van. I a kinde Uncle you are fill him his glasse That in seven yeares could not find leizure Hem. No It 's not so much Van. I 'le bate you nev'r an houre on 't I was before the Brabander gan his war For moone-shine i' th water there his daughter That never was lost yet you could not finde time To see a Kinswoman But shee is worth the seeing Sir Now you are come you aske if she were a woman Shee is a woman Sir fetch her forth Margee Exit Marg. And a fine woman and has Suitors Hem. How What Suitors are they Van. Bachellors young Burgers And one a gallant the young Prince of Merchants We call him here in Bruges Hem. How a Merchant I thought Van-doncke you had understood me better And my Niece too so trusted to you by me Then t' admit of such in name of Suitors Van. Such he is such a such as were she mine I 'de give him thirty thousand crownes with her Hem. But the same things Sir fit not you and me Exit Van. Why give 's some wine then This will fit us all Here 's to you still my Captains friend All out And still would Woolfort were an honest man Under the Rose I speake it but this Merchant Is a brave boy he lives so i' the towne here We know not what to thinke on him At sometimes We feare he will be Bankrupt he do's stretch Tenter his credite so embraces all And too 't the winds have been contrary long But then if he should have all his returnes We thinke he would be a King and are halfe sure on 't Your Master is a Traytor for all this Under the Rose here 's to you and usurps The Earldome from a better man Hub. I marry Sir Where is that man Van. Nay soft and I could tell you 'T is ten to one I would not here 's my hand I love not Woolfort sit you still with that Here comes my Captaine againe and his fine Niece And ther 's my Merchant view him well fill wine here Enter Hemskirke Bertha and Florenz Hem. You must not only know me for your Uncle Now but obey me you goe cast your selfe Away upon a dunghill here a Merchant A petty fellow one that makes this trade With oathes and perjuries Flo. What is that you say Sir If it be me you speake of as your eye Seemes to direct I wish you would speake to me Sir Hem. Sir I do say she is no Merchandize Will that suffice you Flo. Merchandize good Sir Though ye be Kinsman to her take no leave thence To use me with contempt I ever thought Your Niece above all price Hem. And do so still Sir I assure you her rate 's at more then you are worth Flo. You do not know what a Gentleman 's worth sir Nor can you value him Hub. Well said Merchant Van. Nay Let him alone and ply your matter Hem. A Genntleman What o' the wool-pack or the Sugar-chest Or lists of Velvet which is 't pound or yard You vent your Gentry by Hub. O Hemskirke fye Van. Come do not mind 'em drink he is no Woolfort Captaine I advise you Hem. Alas my pretty man I think 't be angry by its looke Come hither Turne this way a little if it were the blood Of Charlemaine as 't may for ought I know Be some good Botchers issue here in Bruges Flo. How Hem. Nay I 'me not certaine of that of this I am If it once buy and sell its Gentry is gone Flo. Ha ha Hem. You are angry though ye laugh Flo. No now 't is pitty Of your poor argument Do not you the Lords Of land if you be any sell the grasse The corne the straw the milke the cheese Van. And butter Remember butter doe not leave out butter Flo. The Beefs and Muttons that your grounds are stor'd with Swine with the very mast beside the woods Hem. No for those sordid uses we have Tenants Or else our Bayliffs Flo. Have not we Sir Chap-men And Factors then to answer these your errour Fetch'd from the Heralds A B C. and said over With your Court faces once an houre shall never Make me mistake my selfe Do not your Lawyers Sell all their practise as your Priests their prayers What is not bought and sold The company That you had last what had you for t y'faith Hem. You now grow sawcy Flo. Sure I have been bred Still with my honest liberty and must use it Hem. Upon your equals then Flo. Sir he that will Provoke me first doth make himselfe my equall Hem. Do ye heare no more Flo. Yes Sir this little I pray you And 't shall be aside then after as you please You appeare the Uncle sir to her I love More then mine eyes and I have heard your scorns With so much scoffing and so much shame As each strive which is greater But beleeve me I suck'd not in this patience with my milke Do not presume because you see me young Or cast despights on my profession For the civility and tamenesse of it A good man beares a contumely worse Then he would do an injury Proceed not To my offence wrong is not still successefull Indeed it is not I would approach your Kins-woman With all respect done to your selfe and her Hem. Away Companion handling her take that Flo. Nay I do love no blows sir there 's exchange Hub. Hold sir Mar. O murther Ber. Help my Goswin Mar. Man Van. Let 'em alone my life for one Flo. Nay come If you have will Hub. None to offend you I Sir Flo. He that had thank himself not hand her yes Sir And claspe her and embrace
gentlemen save ye 1. Mer. The same to you sir save ye faire Mistris Francis I would this happie night might make you blush too Vanl. She dreames a pace Fran. That 's but a drowsie fortune 3. Mer. Nay take us with ye too we come to that end I am sure ye are for the wedding Vanl. Hand and heart man And what their feet can doe I could have tript it Before this whorson gout Enter Gerrard Ger. Blesse ye Masters Vanl. Clause how now Clause thou art come to see thy Master And a good master he is to all poore people In all his joy t is honestly don of thee Ger. Long may hee live sir but my businesse now is If you would plase to doe it and to him too Enter Florez Vanl. He 's heere himselfe Flo. Stand at the doore my friends I pray walke in welcome faire Mistris Francis See what the house affords ther 's a young Lady VVill bid you welcome Vanl. VVe joy your happinesse Exit Flo. I hope It will be so Clause nobly welcome My honest my best friend I have been carefull To see thy monys Ger. Sir that brought not me Do you know this Ring againe Flo. Thou hadst it of me Ger. And do you well remēber yet the boone you gave me Upon returne of this Flo. Yes and I grant it Be it what it will aske what thou can'st I 'le do it Within my power Ger. Ye are not married yet Flo. No Ger. Faith I shall aske you that that will disturb ye But I must put ye to your promise Flo. Do And if I faint and flinch in 't Ger. Well said Master And yet it grieves me too and yet it must be Flo. Prethee distrust me not Ger. You must not marry That 's part of the power you gave me which to make up You must presently depart and follow me Flo Not marry Clause Ger. Not if you keep your promise And give me power to aske Flo. Pre'thee thinke better I will obey by heaven Ger. I have thought the best Sir Flo. Give me thy reason do'st thou feare her honesty Ger. Chaste as the yee for any thing I know Sir Flo. Why should'st thou light on that then to what purpose Ger. I must not now discover Flo. Must not marry Shall I breake now when my poore hart is pawn'd When all the preparation Ger. Now or never Flo. Come 't is not that thou would'st thou dost but fright me Ger. Upon my soule it is Sir and I binde ye Flo. Clause can'st thou be so cruell Ger. You may breake Sir But never more in my thoughts appeare honest Flo. Did'st ever see her Ger. No Flo. She is such a thing O Clause she is such a wonder such a mirror For beauty and faire vertue Europe has not Why hast thou made me happy to undo me But looke upon her then if thy heart relent not I 'le quit her presently who waites there Ser. within Sir Flo. Bid my faire love come hither and the company Pre'thee be good unto me take a mans hart And looke upon her truly take a friends hart And feele what misery must follow this Ger. Take you a noble hart and keep your promise I forsooke all I had to make you happy Enter Bertha Van-donck and the rest Merchants Can that thing call'd a woman stop your goodnesse Flo. Looke there she is deale with me as thou wilt now Did'st ever see a fayrer Ger. She is most goodly Flo. Pray ye stand still Ber. What ayles my love Flo. Did'st thou ever By the faire light of heaven behold a sweeter O that thou knew'st but love or ever felt him Looke well looke narrowly upon her beauties 1. Mer. Sure h 'as some strange designe in hand he starts so 2 Mer. This Beggar has a strong power over his pleasure Flo. View all her body Ger. 'T is exact and excellent Flo. Is she a thing then to be lost thus lightly Her mind is ten times sweeter ten times nobler And but to heare her speak a Paradise And such a love she beares to me a chaste love A vertuous faire and fruitfull love 't is now too I am ready to enjoy it the Priest ready Clause To say the holy words shall make us happy This is a cruelty beyond mans study All these are ready all our joyes are ready And all the expectation of our friends T will be her death to do it Ger. Let her dye then Flo. Thou canst not 't is impossible Ger. It must be Flo. 'T will kil me too 't wil murder me by heaven Claus I 'le give thee halfe I have come thou shalt save me Ger. Then you must goe with me I can stay no longer If ye be true and noble Flo. Hard heart I 'le follow Pray ye all goe in againe and pray be merry I have a weighty businesse give my cloake there Enter Servant with a Cloake Concerns my life and state make no enquiry This present houre befaln me with the soonest I shall be here againe nay pray goe in Sir And take them with you t is but a night lost Gentlemen Van. Come come in we will not loose our meat yet Nor our good mirth he cannot stay long from her I am sure of that Flo. I will not stay beleeve Sir Exit Gertrud a word with you Ber. Why is this stop Sir Flo. I have no more time left me but to kisse thee And tell thee this I am ever thine farewell wench Exit Be. And is that all your ceremony Is this a wedding Are all my hopes and prayers turnd to nothing Well I will say no more nor sigh nor sorrow oh me Till to thy face I prove thee false Exit Actus Quintus Scaena Prima Enter Bertha and a Boore Ber. LEad if thou thinkst we are right why dost thou make These often stands thou saidst thou knewst the way Boo. Fear nothing I doe know it would t were homeward Ber. Wrought from me by a Beggar at the time That most should tye him T is some other Love That hath a more command on his affections And he that fetcht him a disguised Agent Not what he personated for his fashion Was more familiar with him and more powerfull Then one that ask'd an almes I must finde out One if not both kind darknesse be my shrowd And cover loves too curious search in me For yet suspition I would not name thee Boor. Mistris it grows some-what pretty and dark Ber. What then Boor. Nay nothing do not thinke I am afraid Although perhaps you are Ber. I am not forward Boo. Sure but you are give me your hand fear nothing There 's one leg in the wood do not pull backward What a sweate one on 's are in you or I Pray God it do not prove the plague yet sure It has infected me for I sweat too It runs out at my knees feele feele I pray you Ber. What ailes the fellow Boor. Hark hark I besech you Doe you heare nothing Ber. No
Bots. Where 's the Duke Gun I have not seen him stir to day Bots. O Gunner What bravery dwels in his age and what valour And to his friends what gentlenesse and bounty How long have we been inhabitants at Sea here Gun Some fourteen yeers Bots. By fourteen lives I swear then This Element never nourisht such a Pirate So great so fearlesse and so fortunate So patient in his want in Act so valiant How many saile of wel man'd ships before us As the Bonuto does the flying fish Have we pursued and scowerd that to outstrip us They have been fain to hang their very shirts on What Gallies have we bang'd and sunke and taken Whose onely fraughts were fire and stern defiance And nothing spoke but Bullet in all these How like old Neptune have I seen our Generall Standing i th' Poope and tossing his steel Trident Commanding both the Sea and Winds to serve him Gun His daughter too which is the honour Boteswain Of all her sex that Martiall mayd Bots. A brave wench Gun How oftentimes a fight being new begun Has she leap'd down and took my Linstock from me And crying now fly right fir'd all my chasers Then like the Image of the warlike Goddesse Her Target brac'd upon her arme her Sword drawn And anger in her eyes leap'd up again And bravely hal'd the Barke I have wondred Botswain That in a body made so delicate So soft for sweet embraces so much fire And manly soule not starting at a danger Bots. Her Noble father got her in his fury And so she proves a souldier Gun This to I wonder at Taking so many strangers as he does He uses them with that respect and coolnesse Not making prize but onely borrowing What may supply his want nor that for nothing But renders back what they may stand in need of And then parts lovingly Where if he take His Countreyman that should be neerest to him And stand most free from danger he sure pays for 't He drownes or hangs the men ransacks the Barke Then gives her up a Bonfire to his fortune Bots. The wrongs he has receiv'd from that dull Countrey That 's all I know has purchas'd all his cruelty We fare the better cheerly cheerly boys The ship runs merrily my Captain 's melancholy And nothing cures that in him but a Sea-fight I hope to meet a saile boy and a right one Gun That 's my hope too I am ready for the pastime Bots. I' th mean time let 's bestow a song upon him To shake him from his dumps and bid good day to him Ho in the hold Enter a Boy Boy Here here Botes. To th' main top boy And thou kenst a ship that dares defie us Here 's Gold Boy I am gon Exit Boy Bots. Come sirs a queint Levet Trump a levet To waken our brave Generall Then to our labour Enter Duke of Sesse above and his daughter Martia like an Amazon Sess. I thank you loving mates I thank you all There 's to prolong your mirth good morrow to you Daugh. Take this from me you 'r honest valiant friends And such we must make much of Not a sayle stirring Gun Not any within ken yet Botes. Without doubt Lady The wind standing so faire and full upon us We shal have sport anon But noble Generall Why are you still so sad you take our edge off You make us dull and spirit-lesse Sess. I le tell ye Because I wil provoke you to be fortunate For when you know my cause t will double arme you This woman never knew it yet my daughter Some discontents she has Daugh. Pray sir go forward Ses. These fourteen yeeres I have stoed it here at Sea Where the most curious thought could never find it Bots. Call up the Master and all the Mates Enter below the Master and Saylers Ses. Good morrow Mast. Good morrow to our Generall good one And to that Noble Lady all good wishes Daugh. I thank you Master Sess. Mark me thus it is then Which I did never think to have discovered Till full revenge had wooed me but to satisfie My faithfull friends thus I cast off my burden In that short time I was a Courtier And followed that most hated of all Princes Ferrant the full example of all mischiefes Compel'd to follow to my soule a stranger It was my chance one day to play at Chesse For some few Crowns with a mynion of this Kings A mean poor man that onely serv'd his pleasures Removing of a Rook we grew to words From this to hotter anger to be short I got a blow Daugh. How how my Noble father Ses. A blow my girle which I had soon repayd And sunk the slave for ever had not odds Thrust in betwixt us I went away disgrac'd Daugh. For honours sake not so sir Ses. For that time wench But calld upon him like a Gentleman By many private friends knockt at his valour Courted his honour hourely to repaire me And tho he were a thing my thoughts made sleight on And onely worth the fury of my footman Still I pursued him Nobly Daugh. Did he escape you My old brave father could you sit down so coldly Ses. Have patience and know all Pursued him fairly Till I was laught at scornd my wrongs made maygames By him unjustly wrong'd should be all justice The slave protected yet at length I found him Found him when he suppos'd all had been buried And what I had received durst not be questioned And then he fell under my Sword he fell For ever sunk his poore life like the ayre Blown in an empty bubble burst and left him No Noble wind of memory to raise him But then began my misery I fled The Kings frowns following and my friends dispaires No hand that durst relieve my Countrey fearfull Basely and weakly fearfull of a tyrant Which made his bad wil worse stood still and wondred Their vertues bedrid in e'm then my girle A little one I snatch'd thee from thy nurse The modell of thy fathers miseries And some small wealth was fit for present carriage And got to Seal where I profest my anger And wil do whilst that base ungratefull Countrey And that bad King have blood or means to quench me Now ye know all Mast. We know all and admire all Go on and do all still and still be fortunate Daught. Had you done lesse or lost this Noble anger You had been worthy then mens empty pities And not their wonders Go on and use your justice And use it still with that fell violence It first appeared to you if you go lesse Or take a doting mercy to protection The honour of a father I disclaim in you Call back all duty and will be prowder of The infamous and base name of a whore Then daughter to a great Duke and a coward Sess. Mine own sweet Martia no thou knowst my nature It cannot must not be Daugh. I hope it shal not But why sir do you keep alive still
With patience in despising all your cruelties And make you choke with anger Ses. Away I say Mar. Stay sir h 'as given you such bold language I am not reconcil'd to him yet and therefore He shall not have his wish observ'd so neerly To die when he please I beseech you stay sir Ses. Do with him what thou wilt Mar. Carry him to th' Bilboes And clap him fast there with the Prince Viro. Do Lady For any death you give I am bound to blesse you Exit Virolet and Saylors Mar. Now to your Cabin sir pray lean upon me And take your rest the Surgeons waite all for you Ses. Thou makest me blush to see thee bear thy fortuns Why sure I have no hurt I have not fought sure Mast. You bleed apace Sir Mart. Ye grow cold too Ses. I must be ruld no leaning My deepest wounds scorn Crutches All A brave Generall Flor. Trumpets Cornets Exeunt omnes Enter two Saylors 1 Sayl. Will they not moore her 2 Sayl. Not till we come to the Fort This is too weak a place for our defences The Carpenters are hard at worke she swims well And may hold out another fight The ship we took Burns there to give us light 1 Sayl. She made a brave fight 2 Sayl. She put us all in feare 1 Sayl. Beshrew my heart did she Her men are gone to Candy they are pepper'd All but this prisoner 2 Sayl. Sure he 's a brave fellow 1 Say A stubborn knave but we have pul'd his bravery He discovers Virolet and Ascanio in the Bilboes Look how he looks now come let 's go serve his dyet Which is but bread and water 2 Sayl. He 'l grow fat on 't Exeunt Saylors Ascan. I must confesse I have endured much misery even almost to the ruine of my spirit But ten times more grows my affliction To finde my friend here Viro. Had we serv'd our Countrey Or honesties as we have serv'd our follies We had not been here now Ascan. T is to true Virolet Viro. And yet my end in ventring for your safety Pointed at more then Ferrants will a base one Some service for mine own some for my Nation Some for my friend but I am rightly payd That durst adventure such a Noble office From the most treacherous command of mischiefe You know him now Ascan. And when I neerer knew him Then when I waited Heaven be witnesse with me And if I lie my miseries still load me With what teares I have woed him with what prayers What weight of reasons I have layd what dangers Then when the peoples curses flew like storms And every tongue was whetted to defame him To leave his doubts his tyrannies his slaughters His fell oppressions I know I was hated too Viro. And all mankind that knew him these confessions Do no good to the world to Heaven they may Let 's study to die well we have liv'd like coxcombs Ascan. That my mis-fortune should lose you too Viro. Yes And not onely me but many more and better For my life t is not this or might I save yours And some brave friends I have engag'd let me go It were the meritorious death I wish for But we must hang or drown like whelps Ascan. No remedy Viro. On my part I expect none I know the man And know he has been netled to the quick too I know his nature Ascan. A most cruell nature Vir. His wrongs have bred him up I cannot blame him Ascan. He has a daughter too the greatest scorner And most insulter upon misery Viro. For those they are toyes to laugh at not to lead men A womans mirth or anger like a meteor Glides and is gone and leaves no crack behind it Our miseries would seem like masters to us And shake our manly spirits into feavors If we respected those the more they glory And raise insulting Trophies on our ruines The more our vertues shine in patience Sweet Prince the name of death was never terrible To him that knew to live nor the loud torrent Of all afflictions singing as they swim A gall of heart but to a guilty conscience Whilst we stand faire but by a two-edg'd storm We find untimely fals like early Roses But to the earth we beare our native sweetnesse Ascan. Good sir go on Viro. When we are little children And cry and fret for every toy comes crosse us How sweetly do we shew when sleep steales on us When we grow great but our affections greater And struggle with this stubborn twin born with us And tug and pull yet still we finde a Giant Had we not then the priviledge to sleep Our everlasting sleep he would make us ideots The memory and monuments of good men Are more then lives and tho their Tombs want tongues Yet have they eyes that daily sweat their losses And such a teare from stone no time can value To die both young and good are natures curses As the world says ask truth they are bountious blessings For then we reach at Heaven in our full vertues And fix our selves new Stars crown'd with our goodnes Asc. You have double arm'd me Srange Musick within Hoboys Hark what noyse is this What horrid noyse is the Sea pleas'd to sing A hideous Dirg to our deliverance Viro. Stand fast now Within strange cries horrid noyse Trumpets Asc. I am fixt Viro. We feare ye not Enter Martia Let death appear in all shapes we smile on him Asc. The Lady now Viro. The face o th' Maske is alter'd Asc. What will she doe Viro. Do what she can I care not Asc. She looks on you sir Viro. Rather she looks through me But yet she stirs me not Mart. Poore wretched slaves Why do you live or if ye hope for mercy Why do not you houle out and fill the hold With lamentations cries and base submissions Worthy our scorn Viro. Madam you are mistaken We are no slaves to you but to blind fortune And if she had her eyes and durst be certain Certain our friend I would not bow unto her I would not cry nor aske so base a mercy If you see any thing in our appearance Worthy your sexes softnes and your own glory Do it for that and let that good reward it We cannot beg Mart. I le make you beg and bow too Viro. Madam for what Mart. For life and when you hope it Then will I laugh and triumph on your basenesse Asc. Madam t is true there may be such a favour And we may aske it too aske it with honour And thanke you for that favour nobly thank you Tho it be death but when we beg a base life And beg it of your scorn Viro. Y' are couzened woman Your handsomnesse may do much but not this way But for your glorious hate Mart. Are ye so stubborn Death I will make you bow Vir. It must be in your bed then There you may worke me to humility Mart. Why I can kill thee Viro. If you do it handsomely It
off And tame you nay never look so bigge she shall beleeve me And I am she what thinke ye good night to all Ye shall finde Centines By. If ye dare sally Exeunt above Petro. The devill 's in 'em ev'n the very devill the downe right devill Petru. I le devill 'em by these ten bones I will I 'le bring it to the old Proverb no sport no pie taken down i' th top of all my speed this is fine dancing Gentlemen stick to me You see our Freehold 's touch'd and by this light we will beleaguer 'em and either starve 'em out or make 'em recreant Petro. I le see all passages stopt but those about 'em If the good women of the Towne dare succour 'em We shall have warres indeed Soph. I le stand perdue upon 'em Mor. My regiment shall lye before Iaq. I think so 't is grown too old to stand Petru. Let 's in and each provide his tackle We 'l fire 'em out or make 'em take their pardons Heare what I say on their bare knees Am I Petruchio fear'd and spoken of And on my wedding night am I thus jaded Exe. Omnes Scaena quarta Enter Rowland and Pedro at severall doores Row Now Pedro Ped. Very busie Master Rowland Row What haste man Ped. I beseech you pardon me I am not mine own man Row Thou art not mad Ped. No but beleeve me as hasty Row The cause good Pedro Ped. There be a thousand sir you are not married Row Not yet Ped. Keepe your selfe quiet then Row Why Ped. You 'l finde a Fiddle That never will be tun'd else from all women Exit Enter Iaques Row What ailes the fellow tro Iaques Iaq. Your friend sir But very full of businesse Row Nothing but businesse Prethee the reason is there any dying Jaq. I would there were sir Row But thy businesse Iaq. I le tell you in a word I am sent to lay An imposition upon Sowse and Puddings Pasties and Penny Custards that the women May not releeve you Rebels Fare ye well sir Row How does my Mistresse Iaq. Like a resty jade She 's spoil'd for riding Exit Iaques Row What a devill ayle they Enter Sophocles Custards and penney Pasties Fooles and Fiddles What 's this to 'th purpose O well met Soph. Now Rowland I cannot stay to talk long Row What 's the matter Here 's stirring but to what end whether goe you Soph. To view the works Row What workes Soph. The womens Trenches Row Trenches are such to see Soph. I doe not jest sir Row I cannot understand you Soph. Doe not you heare In what a state of quarrell the new Bride Stands with her husband Row Let him stand with her and there 's an end Soph. It should be but by'r Lady She holds him out at Pikes end and defies him And now is fortifide such a Regiment of Rutters Never defied men braver I am sent To view their preparation Row This is newes Stranger then Armes in the ayre you saw not My gentle Mistresse Soph. Yes and meditating Upon some secret businesse when she had found it She leapt for joy and laugh'd and straight retir'd To shun Moroso Row This may be for me Soph. Will you along Row No Soph. Farewell Exit Sophocles Row Farewell sir What should her musing meane and what her joy in 't If not for my advantage stay ye may not Enter Livia at one doore and Moroso at another harkning That Bob-taile Jade Moroso with his Gold His gew-gaudes and the hope she has to send him Quickly to dust excite this here she comes And yonder walkes the Stallion to discover Yet I 'le salute her save you beauteous mistresse Livi. The Fox is kennell'd for me save you sir Row Why doe you looke so strange Liv. I use to looke sir Without examination Moro. Twenty Spur-Royals for that word Row Belike then The object discontents you Liv. Yes it does Row Is 't come to this you know me doe you not Liv. Yes as I may know many by repentance Row Why doe you breake your faith Liv. I le tell you that too You are under age and no band holds upon you Moro. Excellent wench Liv. Sue out your understanding And get more haire to cover your bare knuckle For Boyes were made for nothing but dry kisses And if you can more manners Moro. Better still Liv. And then if I want Spanish gloves or stockings A ten-pound waste-coate or a Nag to hunt on It may be I shall grace you to accept 'em Row Farewell and when I credit women more May I to Smith-field and there buy a Jade And know him to be so that breakes my neck Liv. Because I have knowne you I le be thus kinde to you Farewell and be a man and I 'le provide you Because I see y' are desperate some stai'd Chamber-maid That may relieve your youth with wholesome doctrin Mor. She 's mine from all the world ha wench Liv. Ha Chicken gives him a box o' th eare and Ex. Mor. How 's this I do not love these favours save you Row The devill take thee wrings him by th' nose Mor. Oh! Row There 's a love token for you thank me now Mor. I le thinke on some of ye and if I live My nose alone shall not be plaid withall Exit Actus secundus Scaena prima Enter Petronius and Moroso Petro. A Box o' th eare doe you say Mor. Yes sure a sound one Beside my nose blown to my hand if Cupid Shoot Arrows of that waight I 'le sweare devoutly Has sude his liverie and no more a Boy Petro. You gave her some ill language Mor. Not a word Petro. Or might be you weare fumbling Mor. Would I had sir I had been a forehand then but to be baffel'd And have no feeling of the cause Petro. Be patient I have a medicine clapt to her back will cure her Mor. No sure it must be afore sir Petro. O' my Conscience When I got these two wenches who till now Ne'r shew'd their riding I was drunck with Bastard Whose nature is to forme things like it selfe Heady and monstrous did she slight him too Mor. That 's all my comfort a meere Hobby-horse She made childe Rowland s'foot she would not know him Not give him a free look not reckon him Among her thoughts which I held more then wonder I having seene her within 's three dayes kisse him With such an appetite as though she would eat him Petro. There is some trick in this how did he take it Mor. Ready to cry he ran away Petro. I feare her And yet I tell you ever to my anger She is as tame as Innocency it may be This blow was but a favour Mor. I le be sworne 'T was well tye'd on then Petro. Goe too pray forget it I have bespoke a Priest and within 's two houres I le have ye married will that please you Mor. Yes Petro. I le see it done my selfe and give the Lady Such a sound exhortation for this
'em the colours are too sad Pio. 'Faith Mistris I want clothes indeed Mal. I have Some Gold too for my servant Pio. And I have A better mettle for my Mistris Exeunt Scena tertia Enter Vitelli and Alguazier at severall doors Alg. Undone wit now or never help me my Master He wil cut my throat I am a dead Constable And he 'l not be hangd neither there 's the griefe The party sir is here Vit. What Alg. He was here I cry your Lordship mercy but I rattled him I told him here was no companions For such deboshd and poor-condition'd fellows Ibid him venture not so desperately The cropping of his eares slitting his nose Or being gelt Vit. T was wel done Alg. Please your honour I told him there were Stewes and then at last Swore three or foure great oathes she was remov'd Which I did thinke I might in conscience Being for your Lordship Vit. What became of him Alg. Faith sir he went away with a flea in 's eare Like a poore cur clapping his trindle taile Betwixt his legs A chi ha a chi ha chi ha now luck Enter Malroda and Piorato Mal. T is he do as I told thee Blesse thee Signior Oh my deare Lord Vit. Malroda what alone Mal. She never is alone that is accompanied With noble thoughts my Lords and mine are such Being onely of your Lordship Vit. Pretty Lasse Mal. Oh my good Lord my picture 's done but 'faith It is not like nay this way sir the light Strikes best upon it here Pio. Excellent wench Exit Alg. I am glad the danger 's over Exit Vit. T is wondrous like But that Art cannot counterfeit what Nature Could make but once Mal. All 's cleare another tune You must heare from me now Vitelli thou' rt A most perfidious and a perjur'd man As ever did usurpe Nobility Vit. What meanst thou Mal Mal. Leave your betraying smiles And change the tunes of your inticing tongues To penitentiall prayers for I am great In labour even with anger big with child Of womans rage bigger then when my wombe Was pregnant by thee goe seducer fly Out of the world let me the last wretch be Dishonoured by thee touch me not I loath My very heart because thou layst there long A woman 's wel helpt up that 's confident In ere a glittering outside on you all Would I had honestly been matchd to some Poore Countrey-swaine ere known the vanity Of Court peace then had been my portion Nor had been cozend by an houres pompe To be a whore unto my dying day Vit. Oh the uncomfortable waies such women have Their different speech and meaning no assurance In what they say or do Dissemblers Even in their prayers as if the weeping Greeke That flatter'd Troy afire had been their Adam Lyers as if their mother had been made Onely of all the falshood of the man Dispos'd into that rib Do I know this And more nay all that can concern this Sex With the true end of my creation Can I with rationall discourse sometimes Advance my spirit into Heaven before 'T has shook hands with my body and yet blindly Suffer my filthy flesh to master it With sight of such faire fraile beguiling objects When I am absent easily I resolve Nere more to entertaine those strong desires That triumph ore me even to actuall sin Yet when I meet again those sorserers eyes Their beames my hardest resolutions thaw As if that cakes of Ice and July met And her sighes powerfull as the violent North Like a light feather twirle me round about And leave me in mine own low state again What aylst thou prethee weep not Oh those tears If they were true and righly spent would raise A flowry spring i th' midst of January Celestiall Ministers with Christall cups Would stoop to save 'em for immortall drink But from this passion why all this Mal. Do' ye ask You are marrying having made me unfit For any man you leave me fit for all Porters must be my burthens now to live And fitting me your selfe for Carts and Beadles You leave me to 'em And who of all the world But the virago your great Arch-foes daughter But on I care not this poore rush 't will breed An excellent comedy ha ha 't'makes me laugh I cannot choose the best is some report It is a match for feare not love o' your side Vit. Why how the devill knows she that I saw This Lady are all whores peec'd with some witch I will be merry 'faith 't is true sweet heart I am to marry Mal. Are you you base Lord By I 'le Pistoll thee Vit. A roaring whore Take heed there 's a correction house hard by You ha' learn'd this o' your swordman that I warn'd you of Your fencers and your drunkards but whereas You upbraid me with oathes why I must tell you I ne'ere promis'd you marriage nor have vow'd But said I lov'd you long as you remain'd The woman I expected or you swore And how you have fail'd of that sweet heart you know You faine would shew your power but fare you well I le keepe no more faith with an infidell Mal. Nor I my bosome for a Turk do' ye heare Goe and the devill take me if ever I see you more I was too true Vit. Come pish That devill take the falsest of us two Mal. Amen Vit. You are an ill Clerk and curse your selfe Madnesse transports you I confesse I drew you Unto my will but you must know that must not Make me doat on the habit of my sin I will to settle you to your content Be master of my word and yet he li'd That told you I was marrying but in thought But will you slave me to your tyranny So cruelly I shall not dare to looke Or speake to other women make me not Your smocks Monopolie come let 's be friends Looke her 's a Jewell for thee I will come At night and Mal. What yfaith you shall not sir Vit. 'Faith and troth and verily but I will Ma. Halfe drunck to make a noise and raile Vit. No no Sober and dieted for the nonce I am thine I have won the day Mal. The night though shall be mine Exeunt Scaena quarta Enter Clara and Bobadilla with Letters Cla. What said he sirha Bob. Little or nothing faith I saw him not Nor will not he doth love a strumpet Mistresse Nay keeps her spitefully under the Constables nose It shall be justifi'd by the Gentleman Your brothers Matter that is now within A'practicing there are your Letters come You shall not cast your selfe away while I live Nor will I venture my right worshipfull place Enter In such a businesse here 's your Mother downe Eugenia Sayavedra And he that loves you another gates fellow I wish If you had any grace Cla. Well rogue Bob. I le in to see Don Lucio mannage he 'll make A pretty peece of flesh I promise you He do's already handle his weapon finely
make money that 's my slave my Idoll Which yet to wrong merits as much reproof As to abuse our servant L. Orl. Yet with your pardon I thinke you want the Crown of all contentment Lam. In what good Madam L. Orl. In a worthy husband Lam. It is strange the galley-slave should praise His Oare or stroakes or you that have made shipwracke Of all delight upon this Rock cal'd marriage Should sing Encomions o' t L. Orl. Madam though one fall From his horse and breake his neck will you Conclude from that it is unfit to ride Or must it follow because Orleance My Lord 's pleased to make his passionate triall Of my suspected patience that my brother Were he not so I might say worthy Amiens Will imitate his ills that cannot fancy What 's truely Noble in him Lam. I must grant There 's as much worth in him as can be lookt for From a young Lord but not enough to make Me change my golden liberty and consent To be a servant to it as wives are To the Imperious humors of their Lords Me thinks I 'm well I rise and goe to bed When I thinke fit eate what my appetite Desires without controle my servants study Is my contentment and to make me merry Their farthest ayms my sleeps are enquired after My rising up saluted with respect Command and liberty now waite upon My Virgin state what would I more change all And for a husband no these freedomes die In which they live with my Virginity T is in their choice that 's rich to be a wife But not being yoakt to chuse the single life Ver. Madam Lam. How like you the Countrey Ver. I like the ayre of it well Madam and the rather because as on Irish Timber your Spiders will not make his web so for ought I see yet your Cheater Pander and Informer being in their dispositions too foggy for this piercing climate shun it and choose rather to walk in mists in the City Lam. Who did you serve first boy Ver. A rich Merchants widdow and was by her preferred to a young Court-lady L. Orl. And what difference found you in their service Ver. Very much for looke how much my old City Madam gave to her-young visitants so much my Lady received for her hoary Court-servants Lam. And what made you to leave her Ver. My father Madam had a desire to have me a tale-man took me from thence Lam. Well I perceive you inherit the wag from your father Ver. Doves beget Doves and Eagles Eagles Madam A Citizen here tho left never so rich seldome at the best proves a Gentleman the sonne of an Advocate tho dub'd like his father will shew a relish of his discent and the fathers thriving practice as I have heard she that of a Chambermayd is metamorphosed into a Madam will yet remember how oft her daughter by her mother ventured to lie upon the rushes before she could get in that which makes many Ladies L. Orl. But what think you of your late Master Ver. Oh Madam Sigh Lam. Why doe you sigh you are sorry that you left him He made a wanton of you Ver. Not for that Or if he did for that my youth must love him Oh pardon me if I say liberty Is bondage if compared with his kind service And but to have power now to speake his worth To its desert I should be well content To be an old man when his praise were ended And yet if at this instant you were pleased I should begin the livery of age Would take his lodging upon this head Ere I should bring it to a period In briefe he is a man for God forbid That I should ever live to say he was Of such a shape as would make one beloved That never had good thought and to his body He hath a mind of such a constant temper In which vertues throng to have a room Yet 'gainst this noble Gentleman this Montague For in that name I comprehend all goodnesse Wrong and the wrested law false witnesses And envy sent from hell have rose in Armes And tho not pierced battered his honourd shield What shall I say I hope you will forgive me That if you were but pleas'd to love I know no Juno worthy such a Jove Enter Charlot with a letter Lam. T is well yet that I have the second place In your affection From whence Charl. From the Lord Amiens Madam Lam. T is welcome though it beare his usual language I thought so much his love-suit speake his health What 's he that brought it Charl. A Gentleman of good ranke it seems Lam. Where is he Charl. Receiving entertainment in your house Sorting with his degree Lam. T is well Charl. He waites your Ladiships pleasure Lam. He shall not waite long I le leave you for a while nay stay you boy Attend the Lady Exeunt Lam. Charl. Vir. Would I might live once To waite on my poore Master L. Orl. That 's a good boy This thankfulnesse looks lovely on thy forehead And in it as a book me thinks I read Instructions for my selfe that am his debtor And wo'd do much that I might be so happy To repaire that which to our griefe is ruin'd Vir. It were a worke a King might glory in If he saw with my eyes If you please Madam For sure to me you seem to me unapt to walke To sit although the churlish Birds deny To give us musicke in this grove where they Are prodigall to others I le strain my voyce For a sad Song the place is safe and private L. Orl. T was my desire begin good Viramour Musick a Song at the end of it enter Montague fainting his Sword drawn L. Orl. What 's he Viramour Vir. A goodly personage Mont. Am I yet safe or is my flight a dream My wounds and hunger tell me that I wake Whither have my feares borne me no matter where Who hath no place to goe to cannot erre What shall I doe cunning calamity That others grosse wits uses to refine When I most need it duls the edge of mine L Orl. Is not this Montagues voyce Vir My Masters fie Mont. What sound was that pish Feare makes the wretch think every leafe o th' Jury What course to live beg better men have done it But in another kind steale Alexander Though stiled a Conquerour was a proud thiefe Though he robd with an Army fie how idle These meditations are though thou art worse Then sorrows tongue can speak thee thou art still Or shouldst be honest Montague L. Orl. T is too true Vir. T is he what villaines hands did this oh that my flesh Were Balme in faith sir I would plucke it off As readily as this pray you accept My will to doe you service I have heard The Mouse once sav'd the Lyon in his need As the poore Scarab spild the Eagles seed L. Orl. How do you Mont. As a forsaken man L. Orl. Do not say so take comfort For your misfortunes
Hag where now are all her promises She would be with me strengthen me informe me My death will now be double death ridiculous She was wont still to be neare to feele my miseries And with her Art I see her no where now What have I undertaken now she failes me No comfort now I finde how my soule staggers Till this houre never fear nor doubt possest me She cannot come she will not come she has fool'd me Sure she is the Devill has drawne me on to ruine And now to death bequeaths me in my danger Sy. He stands distracted and his colour changes Duch. I have given him that will make his blood forsake him Shortly his life Sy. His hands and contemplation Have motion still the rest is earth already Duc. Come will ye speak or pray your time growes out Sir How every where he looks he 's at last cast Enter Belvidere and secretly gives him a paper and Exit Sy. His colour comes againe fresh Duc. 'T is a flash Sir Before the flame burnes out can ye yet answer Sil. Yes Madam now I can Duch. I feare you 'l faile in 't Sil. And do not think my silence a presage Or Omen to my end you shall not finde it I am bred a Souldier not an Orator Madam peruse this scrowle let that speake for me And as you are Royall wrong not the construction Duch. By Heaven you shall have faire play Sil. I shall looke for 't Question Tell me what it that onely thing For which all women long Yet having what they most desire To have it do's them wrong Answer T is not to be chaste nor faire Such gifts malice may impaire Richly trim'd to walke or ride Or to wanton unespi'd To preserve an honest name And so to give it up to fame These are toyes In good or ill They desire to have their will Yet when they have it they abuse it For they know not how to use it Duch. You have answer'd right and gain'd your life I give it Sil. O happy Hag But my most gracious Madam Your promise tide a nobler favour to me Duch. 'T is true my daughter too Sil I hope you will keep it Duc. 'T is not in my powre now she is long since wanderd Stolne from the Court and me and what I have not I cannot give no man can tell me of her Nor no search finde her out and if not Silvio Which strongly I beleeve Sil. Mock me not Lady For as I am a servant to her vertue Since my first howre of exile I ne're saw her Lord That she is gone 't is too too true and lamentable Our last hope was in you Sil. What do I heare then And wherefore have I life bestow'd and honour To what end do I walk for men to wonder at And fight and foole pray ye take your honours from me My sorrowes are not fit companions for 'em And when ye please my life Art thou gone Mistris And wander'st heaven knowes where this vow I make thee That till I finde thee out and see those faire eyes Those eyes that shed their lights and life into me Never to know a friend to seeke a kindred To rest where pleasure dwells and painted glory But through the world the wide world thus to wander The wretched world alone no comfort with me But the meere meditations of thy goodnesse Honour and greatnesse thus adieu Enter Belvidere Bel. Stay Silvio And Lady sit againe I come for Justice Sil. What would she now Bel. To claime thy promise Silvio The Boone thou swor'st to give me Sy. What may this be A woman or a Devill Duch. 'T is a Witch sure And by her meanes he came to untwist this Riddle Sil. That I am bound to her for my liffe mine honour And many other thousand waies for comfort I here confesse Confesse a promise too That what she would aske me to requite these favours Within the endeavour of my life to grant I would and here I stand my words full master Bel. I wish no more great Lady witnesse with me The Boone I crave for all my service to thee Is now to be thy wife to grant me marriage Sil. How for to marry thee aske againe woman Thou wilfull woman aske againe Bel. No more Sir Sil. Aske land and life Bel. I aske thee for a Husband Soto Marry her and beat her into Gun-powder She would make rare Crackers Sil. Aske a better fortune Thou art too old to marry I a Souldier And alwaies married to my sword Bel. Thy word Foole Breake that and I le breake all thy fortunes yet Duch. He shall not I am witnesse to his faith and I le compell it Sy. 'T is fit ye hold your word Sir Sil. O most wretched Duch. This was a fortune now beyond my wishes For now my Daughter 's free if e're I finde her Sy. But not from me Duch. You are sharer in this happinesse My selfe will wait upon this marriage And do the old woman all the honour possible Sy. I le lead the Knight and what there wants in dalliance Wee 'l take it out in drinke Sil. O wretched Silvio Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Lopez and Isabella Lop. Hast thou sent for him Isab. Yes Lop. A young man saist thou Isab. Yes very young and very amarous Lop. And handsom Isab. As the Town affords Lop. And dar'st thou Be so farre good and Mistris of thine honour To sleight these Isab. For my husbands sake to curse 'em And since you have made me Mistris of my fortune Never to point at any ioy but husband I could have cozen'd ye but so much I love ye And now so much I weigh the estimation Of an unspotted wife Lop. I dare believe thee And never more shall doubt torment my spirit Enter Penurio Isab. How now Penurio Pen. The thing is comming Mistris Lop. I le take my standing Pen. Do and I le take mine Exit Lopes Isab. Where didst thou leave him Pen. I left him in a Cellar Where he has paid me titely paid me home Mistris We had an hundred fifty healths to you sweet Mistris And three score and ten damnations to my Master Mistris shall I speak a foolish word to ye Isab. What 's that Penurio The fellow 's drunke Pen. I would faine know your body Isab. How 's that how 's that prethee Pen. I would know it carnally I would conglutinate Isab. The reason sirrah Pen. Lobster sweet Mistris Lobster Isab. Thy Master heares Pen. Lobster sweet Master Lobster Isab. Thou art the most precious rogue Enter Claudio Pen. Most pretious Lobster Isab. Do you see who 's here go sleep ye drunken rascall Pen. Remember you refuse me arm'd in Lobster Exit Isab. O my lost Rugio welcome welcome welcome A thousand welcomes here I le seale Cla. Pray ye stay Lady Do you love me ever at this rate or is the fit now By reason of some wrong done by your husband More fervent on ye Isab. Can I chuse but
you have a friend to honour ye Val. I thank ye Sir Evan. Pray Captaine tell the King They that are sad on Earth in Heaven shall sing Exeunt Actus Quintus Scaena Prima Enter Fryer Marco and Rugio Rug. HAve you writ to the Captaine of the Castle Mar. Yes and charged him Upon his soules health that he be not cruell Told him Valerio's worth among the people And how it must be punisht in posterity Though he scape now Rug. But will not he Fryer Marco betray this to the King Mar. Though he be stubborne and of a rugged nature yet he is honest And honours much Valerio Rug. How doe's Alphonso For now me thinks my heart is light againe And pale feare fled Mar. He is as well as I am The Rogue against his will has say'd his life A desperate poyson has re-cur'd the Prince Rug. To me 't is most miraculous Mar. To me too till I consider why it should do so And now I have found it a most excellent Physick It wrought upon the dull cold misty parts That clog'd his soule which was another poyson A desperate too and found such matter there And such abundance also to resist it And weare away the dangerous heat it brought with it The pure blood and the spirits scap'd untainted Rug, 'T was Heavens high hand none of Sorano's pitty Mar. Most certaine 't was had the malitious villaine Enter Castruchio Given him a cooling poyson he had paid him Rug. The Captain of the Castle Mar. O ye Are welcome how doe's your Prisoner Cast. He must go for dead But when I do in deed of so much villany I le have my skin pull'd o're mine eares my Lord Enter Alphonso and Fryers Though I am the Kings I am none of his abuses How doe's your Royall Charge that I might see once Mar. I pray see now you are a trusty Gentleman Alph. Good Fathers I thanke Heaven I feele no sicknesse Cast. He speaks againe Alph. Nothing that barres the free use of my spirit Me thinks the ayre 's sweet to me and company A thing I covet now Castruchio Cast. Sir he speaks and knowes for Heaven sake break my pate Lord That I may be sure I sleep not Alph. Thou wert honest Ever among the rank of good men counted I have been absent long out of the world A dreame I have lived how doe's it looke Castruchio What wonders are abroad Cast. I fling off duty to your dead Brother for he is dead in goodnesse And to the living hope of brave Alphonso The noble heire of nature and of honour I fasten my Allegeance Mar. Softly Captaine we dare not trust the ayre with this blest secret Good Sir be close againe heaven has restor'd ye And by miraculous meanes to your faire health And made the instrument your enemies malice Which doe's prognosticate your noble fortune Let not our carelesse joy lose you againe Sir Help to deliver ye to a further danger I pray you passe in and rest a while forgotten For if your brother come to know you are well againe And ready to inherit as your right Before we have strength enough to assure your life What will become of you and what shall we Deserve in all opinions that are honest For our losse of judgement care and loyalty Rug. Deere Sir passe in Heaven has begun the worke And blest us all let our indeavours follow To preserve this blessing to our timely uses And bring it to the noble end we aime at Let our cares worke now and our eyes pick out An houre to shew ye safely to your Subjects A secure houre Alph. I am counsell'd ye are faithfull Cast. Which houre shall not be long as we shall handle it Once more the tender of my duty Alph. Thank ye Castr. Keep you the Monastery Rug. Strong enough I le warrant ye Exeunt Enter the Foole and Podrano Pod. Who are all these that crowde about the Court Foole Those strange new faces Foole. They are Suitors Coxcombe Dainty fine Suitors to the widow Lady Thou hadst best make one of 'em thou wilt be hang'd as handsomly At the Moneths end and with as much joy follow'd And 't were to morrow as many mourning bawds for thee And holy Nuns whose vestall fire ne're vanishes In sackcloth smocks as if thou wert Heire apparent To all the impious Suburbs and the sink-holes Pod. Out you base rogue Foole. Why dost abuse thy selfe Thou art to blame I take thee for a Gentleman But why doe's not thy Lord and Master marry her Pod. Why she is his sister Foole. 'T is the better Foole He may make bold with his owne flesh and blood For a my conscience there 's none else will trust him Then he may pleasure the King at a dead pinch too Without a Mephestophilus such as thou art And ingrosse the royall disease like a true Subject Pod. Thou wilt be whipt Foole. I am sure thou wilt be hangd I have lost a Ducket else which I would be loath to venter Without certainty They appeare Pod. Why these are rascals Foole. They were meant to be so doo's thy Master deserve better kindre Pod. Ther 's an old Lawyer Trim'd up like a Gally Foist what would he do with her Foole. As Userers do with their Gold he would looke on her And read her over once a day like A hard report Feed his dull eye and keepe his fingers itching For any thing else she may appeale to a Parliament Sub Paena's and Post Kaes have spoil'd his Cod peece There 's a Physitian too older then he And Gallen Gallenatius but he has lost his spurres He would be nibling too Pod. I marked the man if he be a man Foole. Has much a do to be so Searecloths and Sirrops glew him close together He would fall a peeces else mending of she patients And then trying whether they be right or no In his owne person there 's the honest care an 't Has mollifi'd the man if he do marry her And come but to warme him well at Cupids bonfire He will bulge so subtilly and suddenly You may snatch him up by parcels like a Sea Rack Will your Worship go and looke upon the res Sir And heare what they can say for themselves Pod. I 'le follow thee Exeunt Enter Camillo Menallo Cleanthes Castruchio Cam. You tell us wonders Cast. But I tell you truths they are both well Men. Why are not we in Armes then And all the Island given to know Cast. Discreetly and privately it must be done 't will misse else And prove our ruines most of the noble Citizens Know it by me and stay the houre to attend it Prepare your hearts and friends let their's be right too And keepe about the King to avoid suspition Enter Frederick and Socano When you shall heare the Castle Bell take courage And stand like men away the King is comming Exeunt Lords Fre. Now Captain what have you done with your Prisoner Cast. He is dead Sir and his body flung