in the humour of converting I was converted in my drinke and so are most of my bretheren I 'le stand while I am able and then will goe sleepe on it Exit Ios. Bal. Hee 's gone both waies see the French Lords our's enter Musique Enter Lord Grey Clifton Arguile attendants Monlucke Mortigue Doysells all embrace Mon. On honorable tearmes we now embrace Gr. If what we articl'd be full perform'd Clif. They are my Lord in each particular And the French ready to depart the Towne By my Hollidam they have feasted us Not like to foes but friends 't is my wonder That a beseiged Towne could yeild such Cates In such extremities and exigents Full forty severall messes yet not one Eyther of fish or flesh onely one dish Which was the daintiest a powder'd horse That I tooke notice off Gr. Large stomacks and empty sallet dishes Are the French-mans viandes his banquetings Cloyes not the stomacke but gives satiety A fresh appetite that makes the body Active and full of generous fires Full dishes are like potions unto them I know not whether nicety or want Clif. By my Hollidam want want Give me the English chine and that feedes men And they that feede well certainly will fight Vnlesse some Woolfe or maw-Worme be internate Arg. I relish your opinion Gr. Lords of France you may depart at pleasure F. Lo. Prosperity and peace ever t'wixt France and England E. Lo. Amen saith England when France forgets her pride England will honour her Gr. Come my coemates in warre Our Souldiers instantly shall march for Barwicke The Duke of Norfolke waites their arrivall Sir Francis Leake shall give them safe conduct You Arguile Clifton and my selfe With expedition are for Nottingham To meete our peerlesse princesse Elizabeth Who in her progresse there will lay her Court Arguile shall there receive the hostages Due to the federary Lords of Scotland Wee 'le turne warr's clangors into musik's sweete And like new vested pares in wed-locke meete Exeunt Omnes Enter Miles and Ball Bal. What if it were a Puppet-play Mi. Absurd absurd thei 'le be out in turning up the white of the eies besides ther 's none of us can speake i' th nose Bal. Yes Joshua Mi. Most abhominable wood'st thou have a Puritan speake to a Play a Puppet Play thou ought'st to be burn'd for thy hereticall conceit why thou poison'd sowter wood'st thou have a Puritan speake to a Play still give me the hobby-Horse Bal. But who shall play the hobby-Horse Master Major Mi. I hope I looke as like a hobby-Horse as Master Major I have not liv'd to these yeares but a man woo'd thinke I should be old enough and wise enough to play the hobby-Horse aswell as ever a Major on 'em all Bal. Not so cholericke Miles Mi. Let the Major play the hobby-Horse among his bretheren and he will I hope our Towne Ladds cannot want a hobby-Horse have I practic'd my Reines my Carree'res my Pranckers my Ambles my false Trotts my smooth Ambles and Canterbury Paces and shall Master Major put me besides the hobby-Horse Bal. Thou wilt not understand me Miles Mi. I am an asse if I doe not have I borrow'd the fore Horsebells his Plumes and braveries nay had his mane new shorne and frizl'd and shall the Major put me besides the hobby-Horse let him hobby-Horse at home and he will Bal. Thou art impatient Mi. Woo'd it not make a man impatient am I not going to buy ribbons and toyes of sweet Vrsula for the Marian and shall not I play the hobby-Horse Bal. Why then let the Major speake the Oration Mi. Disgracefull am not I able to make a narration to the Prince I have plai'd a Major in my time with as good dacity as e're a hobby-Horse on 'em all and the Major will prompt me let him he shall finde I 'le stand out like a man of Coventry Bal. What shall Joshua doe Mi. Not know of it by any meanes hee 'l keepe more stir with the hobby-Horse then he did with the Pipers at Tedbury Bull-running provide thou for the Dragon and leave me for a hobby-Horse Ball Feare not I 'le be a fiery Dragon Enter Vrsula Mil. And I a thund'ring St. George as ever rode on horsebacke but see younder 's sweete Vrsula more white then soote and blacker then white Snow Vrs. Younder 's my Antagonist a haunts me like a ghost 'cause I us'd to make him the prologue to be merry he forsooth conceits 't is love sir reverence why Vrsula Neece Vrsula Within Vrs. That 's my uncle's call if I stay a litle he 'le fetch me in which if he does I may perchance harpe upon a conceit to beate this parboil'd gentlemans love out of my mealy Millers coate Sings Miles You dainty Dames so finely dek'd In beauties to behold And you that trip it up and downe Like Lambes in Cupid's fould Not farre from Nottingham of late In Clifton as I heare There dwelt a faire and comely dame For beauty without peere Vrs. How now Master Miles singing Mi. I Mistris Vrsula a very mery lamentable dolefull new Ditty of young Bateman and his Nan that ever poore young gentleman should die like a bird on a Tree for the love to a woman for here it is in the third staff Her Haire was like the crisped Gold Of 't times you may perceive The fairest face the falsest heart And soonest will deceive Mistris Vrsula I give you this as a caution to remember Bateman and his sweet your cozen looke on me and veiw your selfe were it not pitty I should hang my selfe for love and that you should die none knowes how Why Vrsula Neece Vrsula Within Vrs. Alas what shall we doe if my uncle comes hee 'le take thee for a Ghost his braine is so fraught with distempers and then falls he raging madd Mi. Will he not strike Why Vrsula Neece Vrsula Within Vrs. Sometimes hee will so after your fit is over I 'le prescribe a remedy against love Enter Boote i' ns shirt Bo. Passion on passion am I growne old and odious in your eies what no attendance Mistris Vrs. Oh Lo-oooord sir Bo. What ailes thee woman what 's the matter ha why doo'st thou quake shake tremble and shiver ha Vrs. Oh there there there Bo. Bee'st thou the devill I will talke with thee Mi. Ha ha no foole to th' old one he takes me for a Ghost Bo. Art thou of aire of earth heaven or hell Or art thou of some Incubusses breede Is there more walking Batemans answer me Or I will beate thy carcas into a forme That is full substantiall and has feeling Seeing hearing smelling and sweete-tasting Ghost I 'le thunder thee Mi. Oh ho Master Boote Master Boote Bo. I can the devill feele or is he sensible of beating What art thou hast thou feeling Mi. I and hearing and seeing too and you 'l let me alone I 'le tell you what I am Bo. Ghost I 'le confine thee Mi. 'Las sir I 'me no Ghost I am
ascend to judgment as it is in the painted cloath Gr. Harken the inditement Ios. Tybert the Cat as it is in the painted cloath of the Bull and Cocke sometimes house-keeper drudger or scourer to Marmaduke Ioshua Limner alias painter-stainer now the correcter or extirper of vermine as Rats Mice and other waspish animalls thou art here indited by thy deare Master Marmaduke Ioshua for breaking of the high-day what sayst thou for thy selfe guilty or not guilty hah Gr. Would she could mew non guilty Ios. Know'st thou not thou silly Cat that thy brethren will not Kill the Calfe nor rost the Mutton nor boyle their flesh Pots on the high-day was it not decree'd by our learned brother Abolt Cabbidge Cobler of Amsterdam that they should be held uncleane and not worthy of the meanes that did it and did not expect Cratchet Coole his proud flesh in the Leene for making insurrection on the high day Clif. A point well watred Ios Did not Nadab the Sowe-gelder make a gaunt of his gelt for being cumbersome on the high-day Ha thy silence argues guilt hast thou not seene the whole conventicle of brothers and sisters walke to St. Anns and not so much as a fructifying Kisse on the high Gr. It seemes the elect Kisse weekely Ios. And must thou kill a Mouse oh thou wicked Cat could'st not turne up the white of the eie for the poore creature thou gluttonous Cat thou art now arraigned I adjudge thee to be hanged this munday for killing a Mouse yesterday being the high-day Offers to hang her Gr. Stay stay a pardon a pardon Ios. I am hot in my zeale and fiery in expedition Clif. Wee 'le talke with you hereafter Ios. I was executing a point of justice equity and conscience Gr. A pleasant Tragecomedy the Cat being scap't What Trumpets this Enter Crosse Cros. Monlucke Bishop of Valens Newly anchor'd in the haven of Inskeith Desires safe convoy by your honours forces From the red Brayes to Edenborough Castle The rest on entervew he will impart Such entertainment as the warre affourds The Drum the Fiffe the thundering Cannon The shrill Trumpets and all war-like Cymballs Such Musique as in warrs Souldiers measure Bestow on him come he in warr or peace He shal be welcome Io. Oh that prophane surplesse ho ho ho Enter Monlucke attendant saluts Mon. Mary King Dolphins wife Dowager of France And heire apparant to the Scottish Crowne Hearing of devastations in her Lands And the oppressions that her neighbour Princesse With rough hostility grindes her people Me her Legat she sends to Edenburgh To parley with her Mother the Queene Regent And Article A peace twixt her deare sister The Queene of England and the Lords of Scotland If our conditions may be made with honour This is my message Gr. Eyther for peace or warre The Queene my Mistris now is arm'd for both For like a vertuous Princesse and a Mother O're us her loving subjects and her sons She knowing a Kings security rests In the true love and welfare of her people Rais'd this hostility for to guard her selfe Not to offend but to defend her owne Her Secretary Sicill now attends On the like Embasy for Edenburgh Whither your selfe shall safely be convoy'de Mon. You are an honourable foe Gr. Will the Queene Lay by her nicety rough fil'd phrase And not articulate too much with England For by the power of warr e're two suns rise Wee le mount the walls of Leith and sacrifize Her guilded Towres and her French insulters In flames of fire we vow to hazard lives And honours in the enterprize Exeunt Omnes Enter Anne with a Torch Vrsula Bateman wailing his Picture An. Softly softly fie on your creaking shooes what noise they make shut the Dores close it does not here us a jot looke well to the Darneicke Hangings that it play not the Court Page with us Vrs. Heer 's not so much as a shaddow to affright us for mine owne part neyther Incubus nor Sucubus can do 't I feare not what a quicke thing can doe and I thinke y'ore dead things are too quiet to say any harme An. Yet all is cleere no frightfull vision Nor Ghostly apparition hauntes me yet Yonder 's thy father good powres assist me That I may gaine his patience to heare me And I am hartily satisfied O. Ba. Pigmalion doated on the peece he made So doe not I upon thy pourtraiture I doe but hang thy faire resemblance here To tell me of my immortality How sensible young Cedars are o' th winde When as the aged Oake affronts all stormes 'T is death and natures fault for the Diamond Of blooming youth despise decaying age He might have tane thee el'ce and left thee boy An. Whom talkes he too my life Coz he has a ghost too Yet I see nothing Ba. How now Hyena why camst thou hyther Com'st thou againe to gybe my miseries Has thy maligneing harted father sent thee To scoffe my sorowes keepe of I charge thee Thou did'st bewitch my poore boy with a Kisse Thy breath is sure infectious and I feare Their 's something in thee smells of sorcery Stand at distance An. Good sir use patience That in extremity is soveraigne Balme Teares be my witnes I come to comfort you Yet I see nothing Ba. Teares 't is impossible Marble will drop and melt against the raine And from the cragy Rocks Fountainous Flouds Oft get inforced issues but to gaine Relenting teares from thy obdurate harte 'T is impossible as to force Fire from snow Water from flint say the Sun shall not shine As well upon the begger as the King That is alike indifferent to all Vrs. Good sir remember Forgivenes is an Atribute of Heaven She has a harty sorrow for her sinnes And comes to make attonement if you please An. Still I nothing any where Ba. Pray listen Would not that Physitian be well hang'd That for his practise sake Kills his patient And after pleades a sorrow to his freinds She weepes an evidence of a harty sorrow My boy would not have seene her weepe thus long But hee 'd have minister'd comfort I my teares Playes the theife with mine eies too An. Yet all is safe sure it was but my dreames Sir you had a son blesse me 't is here now Enter Ghost In the same figure that it us'd to be Peace is more deare and pretious unto me Then a nights rest to a man turmoil'd in Law My eies set heere un-mou'd I 'le gaze with thee Vntill the windowes of my head drop out But then my minde wil be afflicted too For what is unseene there is visible here Leade me I 'le follow though to a desart Or any uncouth place worke thy vengeance And doe not torture me alive neyther Gho. All things keepe their time An. Let all times daughters which are daies convert To one day and bring me to my period Ba. Whom converses she withall Vrs. To her unseene fancies An. See with eies of wonder see Ba. What
A conscience full of horror and black deedes Natures externall superfluities Her white and red Earth rubbidg drosse and oare VVhich she but lent thee to keepe Marts withall Thou hast converted to most grosse abuses Thou wouldst not else have scorn'd my poore boys love To match with wealthy German see thy fruits Thy bazes and foundations now are suncke And looke there lyes the ruines of thy workes Bo. Oh misery my hart-strings cracke with griefe Yet will not burst oh say hast thou yet done Ba. Noe I will make thee sensible of thy ils First thou art causer of thy daughters death For thou enforc'd her to the breach of faith Next my sonns ruin whom parac'd like Thou laugd'st at in his fatall tragedy VVhom but a villaine that abjures all lawes That breakes all precepts both of heave'ns and mans And natures too could have done this should I Like one that dares affront divinity Laugh at thy daughters fall Bo. Hast thou done yet I doe beseech thee for this infants sake VVhich sets a smiling brow on miseries And even by instinct prayes thee to forgive Commiserate my woes it greives me now I did deri'd thy miseries be but content I 'le weepe till thou shalt say it is enough So that we may be friends Ba. I cannot chuse But beare a burden in calamities Our angers have like tapers spent themselves And onely lighted others and not us Striving like great men for supremacy VVe have confounded one anothers goodnes Come we will be freinds I 'le dig a soleme cell VVhich shall be hung with sables round about VVhere we will sit and write the tragedy Of our poore children I 'le ha' it so set downe As not one eye that vewes it but shall weepe Nor any eare but sadly shall relent For never was a story of more ruth Then this of him and her yet nought but truth Exeunt Omnes Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Arguile Clifton Monlucke Jo. Ball Miles Souldiers Mortigue Doysells Souldiers on the Walls Clif. After the hand of warre has raz'd your walls Affrighting peace from your Jvory beds And like the reaper with his angry sickle Leaves the Earth full of soares and wounds Yet after plasters her with her owne crop So come we after warre bloudy turmoiles To bring you peace which had you sued before Thousands that now ly boweld in the earth Had liv'd to memory what we have done Set ope your gates with spred armes embrace her For which as followes yee have articulated Mon. Which we Monluck Bishop of Valence Labrosse Amyens joynt commissioners For the most christian King and Queene Francis and Mary of France and Scotland Have Confirm'd Mor. Doy Which we as duty bindes must obey Clif. The Articles thus followe The most mighty Princesse Elizabeth by the grace of God of England France and Ireland Queene defendor of the faith c and the most Christian King Francis and Mary by the same grace King and Queene of France and Scotland have bore Record upon a reconciliation of peace and amity to be inviolably kept betweene them their subjects Kingdomes and confines and therefore in their names it is straitly commanded to all manner of persons borne under their obeysances or being in their services to lay by all hostility eyther by Sea or Land and to keepe good peace eyther with other from this time forwards as they will answer therto at their utmost perils long live Elizabeth Francis and Mary Omn. Long live Elizabeth c. Mor. We much desire to heare the Articles On which this peace stands fully ratifi'd Clif. They are thirteene in number The principall and of most effect are these That the French Souldiers and all men of warre Leave the Realme of Scotland in twenty daies Sixe score Souldiers onely are excepted Three score of them to remaine at Inskeith And three score at the Castle of Dun-barr Their wages to be paid from the estates of Scotland and to live lawfull subjects To the Lawes and ordinances of that Realme All fortifications in or about Leith Which by the French was built shal be defaced That France conveigh not any man of warre Nor ammunition into this Land Without a free consent in Parliament Of the three estates of these great Kingdomes That Francis and Mary King and Queene of France From henceforth beare not the Armes of England Which solely appertaine to our dread Mistris The Queene of England and to no other These as you hope for peace you must observe Mor. We subjects are the hands Kings are the heads And what the head commands the hands must act Our barrocadoed portalls shall flie ope And yeild entrance if war-like Clifton please As we have fought together so wee 'le feast Such viands as a raized Towne can yeild You shall receive noble sir Francis Leake Hath in this manner proclam'd this peace On the North-side whom we will gratulate Which tearmes of honour will it please you enter Clif. By my Hollidam we accept your offer Lay by your armes still after frayes come feasts To which we Souldiers are the welcom'st guests Vnbrace our drums instead of warr's Allarmes Exeunt Omnes Wee 'le meete like constant lovers arme in armes nisi Crosse Bal. Bal. See Joshua is enter'd one cup of briske Orleance Makes him i' th temper he was when he leap'd into Leene Cros. Will he be drunke Bal. Most swine-like and then by the vertue of his good liquor hee 's able to convert any Brownisticall sister Cros. An excellent quality Bal. Nay in that moode you shall have him instead of presenting Piramus and Thisbe personate Cato Censorious and his three sons onely in one thing he 's out one of Cato's sons hang'd himselfe and that he refer's to a dumbe show Cros. Me thinks he should hang himselfe for the jest sake Bal. As he did his Cat for killing a Mouse on Sunday see he has top'd the cannikin already now will he sing treason familiarly being sober aske him why he did it in sincerity it was not he it was his drinke Enter Joshua reeling with Jacks Ios. As it is in the painted cloath in sincerity good liquor quickens the spirit When from the warrs I doe returne And at a cup of good Ale mourne I le tell how Townes without fire we did burne and is not that a wonder Bal. That 's more then the painted cloath Ios. I 'le tell how that my Generall Enter'd the breach and scal'd the wall And made the formost battery of all and is not that a wonder Cros. Admirable Ios. How that we went to take a Fort And tooke it too in warr-like sort I 'le sweare that a ly is a true report and is not that a wonder Cros. Ther 's wonder in that Io How that we Souldiers had true pay And cloath and vit'les every day And never a Captaine ran away and is not that a wonder Bal. Nay and but sixe daies to 'th weeke Ios. Is there any man here desires to edyfie I am
Anne Mi. Mistris Vrsula t is not unknowne that I have lov'd you if I die it shall be for your sake and it shall be valiantly I leave an hand-kercher with you t is wrought with blew coventry let me not at my returne fall to my old song she had a clout of mine sow de with blew coventry and so hang my selfe at your infidelity desiring Jove to blesse you from better fortunes I leave you Exeunt Vrs. The foole doates but t is no matter t is no matter t is Lady like why should not I have my Monkey to play withall Y. Ba. Prethee leave us Vrs. Heavens blesse me out of your company for fooles I found you and so I must leave you in spite of my hart Exit Y. Ba. Now Nan here 's none but thou and I thy love Emboldens me to speake and cheerfully Here is a peece of gold t is but a little one Yet big enough to ty and seale a knot A jugall knot on Earth to which high heaven Now cryes Amen say thou so too and then When eyther of us breakes this sacred bond Let us be made strange spectacles to the world To heaven and earth An. Amen say I And let heaven loth me when I falsifie Y. Ba. Thou now art like a pollishd jvory Table In purenes without or staine or blemish If thou shouldst soile this whitenes with blacke deedes Thinke what a monster thou wouldst make thy selfe I doubt thee not but give this cautionary Harke the Drum beates from the armes of love I now must burnish in the Armes of warre adue An. When I prove false to thee oh may I then Beheld the scorne of heaven earth and men Enter severally Grey Arguile Crosse Souldiours drume Colors As farre as my Commission Arguile I have proceeded we in the trade of warre Whose Mart consists in blowes and batteries Are like small Rivers that must keepe their bounds Till the Queene Ocean command them rise Dunbarr can witnes where we skuirmishd last I require the hostages be deliverd Twixt England and the federary Lords Arg. Peruse this bedroule from Duke Chattenreault Wherein their names are their persons attend At Inskeith and with willingnes are bound To attend the mighty Queene of England Grey Lord Claud Hambleton fourth son of the Duke Robert Dowglasse brother to the Lord James Stuart Archibald Dowglasse Lord of Loughennell George Gram second son to the Earle of Menteich James Coningham son to the Earle of Glencorne all Hostages to the Queene of England till the Articles be performed betwixt her and the Federary Lordes Herald of Armes conduct these noble pledges from the Red Brayes to Inskeith see 'em delivered to James Croft and George Howard Knights from thence to be embarqd for England Cro. I shall my Lord Gr. What number speake your powers Ar. Two thousand hardy Scots With glaved blades bum daggers and white Kerchers Such as will fight and face the fiery French Gr. Our numbers then are eight thousand And still we looke for more sir Francis Leake And gentle Sir Jarvis two spirits That in peace are lambes in warr two ravening Lyons A march Enter Clifton Souldiers Clif. A Souldiers wishes blesse my noble Generall Gr. Thanks valiant Clifton they can deserve no lesse Comming from thee I see you emulate That we should take the glory to our selves I 'le give the first Alar'm you le be one Clif. I by my Hollidam at warre as at a feast I 'le scramble for my part and if I catch a knocke That honour which a Souldiour wins in warrs Is of low price unles he bring home scarrs Gr. What number sir Jarvis Clif. Five hundred and fifty tall white coates Fellowes that will face a murdering Cannon When it blowes rancks into the Aire as Chaffe Yet dreadles they shall stand it and not shrinke Right Nottingham shire Lads Gr. T is well don Our bands are well divided yours my Lord Keepe the greene Bul-warke mine the west Gate You sir Iarvis the water-ports to Inskeith Pelham from Pelhamus Mount plaies at the Towne How now what Trumpets this A Trumpet Enter Trumball Trum. From the Queene Regent of Scotland I come To thee Lord Generall of the English Force She craves a treaty with the Lords of England To know why thus they enter on her groundes Depopulate her Countries Plough her Plaines If lawfull cause she finds on enterveiue She will subscribe to England sue for peace Otherwise by Article shee le confirm 't This is under her highnes hand and seale This is my message Gr. What 's thy name Trum. Trumball Serejant Trumpetter to her Grace Gr. Her Princely offer we accept Rowge Crosse Herrald at Armes command sir George Howard Sir James Crofts and my son Arthur Grey To shew her Grace my Soveraignes grevances I' th interim wee 'le sheath our burnishd blades Which had bene dide in scarlet long ere this But for thy message Enter Trumball Trum. I shall report you honourable Clif. My Hollidam I like not these signes of peace These French Flyes worke on advantages I 'le not trust 'em Gr. To prevent which each stand on his guard your eares my Lord Ios. Resolve me doe they kill men i th warrs and ne're give warning Mi. Not so much time Io as a theife has at Nottingham Gallowes Ios. Tirany tirany may a not pray insincerity nor request the breethren and sisters to have care of a departing brother Mi. No Io nothing but downe-right blowes just as you fell Okes or kill Oxen Ios. Most heathenish and diabollicall and do the shoote Bullets Mi. I Io as thicke as haile a man may hit his owne father Ios. Oh Infidells and Barbarians what will not the wicked doe kill men with bullets oh these Guns they are dangerous things they sprung from the whoore a Fryer was the inventor and the smell of the Dragon oh my poore Pusse-cat sinfull man thou art Io to bring the poore Pusse forth to dy by a Gun a poore Pusse silly harmelesse Pusse Mi. Ty her behind then if thou runst shee may save thee Ios. I run thou prophane translater I scorne to run my Car and I will enter battell 'gainst the wicked I run Gr. Why returne so soone Enter Crosse Cros. This my Lord Making for Edenborough to the Queene Nine hundred shot and five hundred Corslets Came forth of Leith under the conduct Of Mortigue and Doysells their Colonells We wish'd them peaceably returne to Leith Since contrary to all Lawes of Armes They now had issud Mortïgue replide They on their masters ground resolved stood And from their mistris would not budge a foote For any English breathing Exit Crosse Gr. Were not our promise given to the Queene On which they build advantages I 'de make These French Rats run as Wolves from fire Bid 'em retire and tell them thus from us Wee le make them win their ground ere they stand on 't Nothing but circumvention in the French Clif. By my Hollidam juglers constant in nothing but
Grey of Wilton Now Generall of her Majesties forces To make immediate repaire to Edenburgh And present lay by all hostility From this houre untill seven a Clocke at night Mon. The like on your allegiance to Mary Dowager of France and Queene of Scots we doe commend Mor. We obey and instant will give order Ger. The like doe you sir Iarvis Clif. Now we have beaten them out of the Towne they come To composition Ger. Give order through our Trenches Tents Bul-warks That not a peece of great nor smaller shot Prove preiudiciall to the French untill from us You have commission my Lord of Valens I 'le waite on you to the commissioners If we have peace 't is welcome and if warre We are for eyther object both we darre Exeunt Mon. Grey Clif. My Hollidam What a new monster England has begot We cannot fight because we want commission Mortigue Doysells by my just Hollidam It greives me that we must not fight it out Come le' ts shake hands 'till seven at night all friends After such greetings as on warr depends Doy. VVe dread not chances Exeunt Omnes A bed covered with white Enter Pratle Magpy Long-tongue Barren with a Child Anne in bed Pra. Lord lord what pretty impes you are in your majorities Mag. Is it a man-child Mother Pratle Pra. No in-sooth gossip Mag-py it is one of us heavens blesse thee babie and a well appointed impe it is Lon. See how it smiles Barr. That 's a signe of anger t' will be a shrow I lay my life Pra. No no Mistris Barren an Infant smileing and a Lambes bleateing is a signe of fertility it is so in Artimedorus you frown'd when you were borne and that 's the reason you are so sterill Artimedorus saith so in his fourth booke Mag. VVhat pretty dimples it has Long. Fathers none nyes Pra. None nose Barr. Smooth fore-head Mag. Cherry lip Pra. Had it bene man-child their had bene three evident signes of an whoremaster a Roman Nose Cherry Lip and a bald pate for so Artimedorus in his Problems Mag. VVell well whosoever got it 't is as like none father as an Apple to a Nut insooth Gossip Pratle it is Long. It smiles still sure it was begot in a merry houre Barr. Then I was got in a merry vaine for prais'd be to memory my Mother said I hung the lip at my nativity Mag. Lord Mother Pratle doe the Modernes report soe Pra. I surely Gossip Mag-py and it is a great signe of frugality if the Starrs and Planets be concordant for saith Artimedorus if it be borne under Venus it will be faire as you are if under Sol Rich as you are and if under Mercurie Mag. Good Mother Pratle what is that god Mercury is it he that makes the white Mercury waters Ladies scoure their faces withall Pra. I surely Gossip and stop their wrinckles with too and saith Artimedorus in his third booke of his Modernes if borne under Castor and Pollux store of children Mag. Caster and Bollux Pra. You speake broad Gossip 't is Pollux Mag. VVhy Bollux be it then surely Barren was not borne under Bollux for she has bene married this seven yeares and never had childe Bar. By your favour Gossip Mag-py you were borne under Caster and Bollux then for you had two children before you weare married Enter Vrsula Pra. Insooth Gossip she has given you a veny Good lacke mistris Vrsula where have you negotiated Your selfe you should have bene present and have Negotiated your selfe about the Maxims and principles Of child-bearing what you had a Mother Vrs. And a Father too Mother mid-night Pra. No matter for the father we talke of the surer side you may be sure to know your mother when your mother hardly knowes your father 't is a very facetious point as Artimedorus in his booke of dreames sets it downe Enter Boote Vrs. Here comes my Vncle Pra. Off with your hat sir you come not here without reverence see if the little infidell smile not on him busse busse it Bo. Heavens blesse the babe what wares beare my Little infidell Pra. Blesse the baby it has sufficient if it live to be of the sages Bo. I meane carries it an English Pen and Inke-horne Or a dutch watch tankerd Pra. Blesse the baby it has ey marry has it Bo. Is it a boy has it a purse and two pence in 't Pra. Blesse the baby it has a purse and no money in 't yet but it may have and it please the destinies Bo. A purse and no money by St Antony I thought the groome went drunke to bed he stole too 't so early Pra. Looke how it smiles Bo. Admit me to the mother Vrs. Shee 's now awake sir Bo. I give my thanks to heaven daughter Nan Whose providence hath made thee a mother Rejoyce thou in the first fruites of thy wombe If any sad distempers trouble thy minde Sing lullabies unto this pretty babe And they will vanish this must be now thy comfort An. Just heaven I might have taken comfort In this pretty babe now it is too late Leave me your blessing Sir and depart hence Bo. You have some private occasions i 'me not to question Neece bring the groaning cheece and all requisites I must supply the fathers place and bid god-fathers Exit An. Good women whose helpes I had but now 'T is almost now of that necessity It was before I pray be vigilant For if you slumber or shut your eie-lids You never shall behold my living corps Pra. Blesse us daughter say not so I hope you will not part in a trance nor steale away in a qualme come come what should be your reason An. Nothing but a dreame Pra. An 't be a dreame let me come too it was it a sorrowfull dreame Artimedorus saith there be divers kinde of meates engender dreames as Beanes long Peason-Lentills Cole-worts Garlicke Onions and the like Leekes Ches-Nuts and other opening Rootes as Rad-dish Carrets Skirrets Parsenips now there is some flesh is provocative too as the Hart the Bore the ould Hare and Beefe and then of fowles as the Crane Ducke Drake Goose and Bustard if you tasted any of these they will engender dreames An. Pray marke me and let my words be written Within your minds as in a manuscript That when it proves so you may say I told it Lon. Peace and heare her dreame An. Me thought I walk'd along the verdant banks Of fertill Trent at an un-usuall time The winter quarter when Herbes and Flowers Natures choisest braveries are dead When every saplesse Tree sad's at the roote Yet then though contrary to nature Vpon those banks where foaming surges beate I gathered Flowers Roses red and Damaske Love Pauncies Pincks and gentle Daffadils That seldome budds before the Spring time comes Daisies Cowslopps Harebells Marigoulds But not one bending Violet to be seene My apron full I thought to passe away And make a Garland of these fragrancies Just as I turn'd I spide a lovely person Whose