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The gentleman vsher. By George Chapman
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Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.
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But if he do you may speede I confesse Basse. Speede I confesse Mar. But let that passe I do not loue to discourage any bodie Bass. Discourage any bodie Mar. Do you or he â—icke out what you can so farewell Bass. And so fare well Is this all Mar. I and he may thanke your Syrens tongue that it is so much Bass. A proper Letter if you marke it Mar. Well sir though it be not so proper as the writer yet t is as proper as the inditer Euerie woman cannot be a gentleman Vsher they that cannot go before must come behind Bass. Well Ladie this I will carrie instantly I commend me tee Ladie Exit Mar. Pittifull Vsher what a prettie sleight Goes to the working vp of euerie thing What sweet varietie serues a womans wit We make men sue to vs for that we wish Poore men hold out a while and do not sue And spite of Custome we will sue to you Exit Finis Actus tertij ACTVS QVARTI SCAENA PRIMA Enter Pogio running in and knocking at Cynanches doore Pog. O God how wearie I am Aunt Madam Cynanche Aunt Cyn. How now Pog. O God Aunt O God Aunt O God Cyn. What bad newes brings this man where is my Lord Pog. O Aunt my Vnkle hee s shot Cyn. Shot ay me How is he shot Pog. Why with a forked shaft As he was hunting full in his left side Cyn. O me accurst where is hee bring me where Pog. Comming with Doctor Beniuemus I le leaue you and goe tell my Lord Vincentio Exit Enter Beniuemus with others bringing in Strozza with an arrow in his side Cyn. See the sad sight I dare not yeeld to griefe But force faind patience to recomfort him My Lord what chance is this how fares your lordship Stro. Wounded and faint with anguish let me rest Ben. A chaire Cyn. O Doctor i st a deadly hurt Ben. I hope not Madam though not free from danger Cyn. Why plucke you not the arrow from his side Ben. We cannot Lady the forckt head so fast Stickes in the bottome of his sollide ribbe Stro. No meane then Doctor rests there to educe it Ben. This onely my good Lord to giue your wound A greater orifice and in sunder break The pierced ribbe which being so neere the midriffe And opening to the region of the heart Will be exceeding dangerous to your life Stro. I will not see my bosome mangled so Nor sternely be anatomizde aliue I le rather perish with it sticking still Cyn. O no sweete doctor thinke vpon some help Ben. I tolde you all that can be thought in Arte Which since your Lordship will not yeelde to vse Our last hope rests in Natures secret aide Whose power at length may happily expell it Stro. Must we attend at deaths abhorred doore The torturing delaies of slauish Nature My life is in mine owne powers to dissolue And why not then the paines that plague my life Rise furies and this furie of my bane Assaile and conquer what men madnesse calle That hath no eye to sense but frees the foule Exempt of hope and feare with instant fate Is manliest reason manliest reason then Resolue and rid me of this brutish life Hasten the cowardly protracted cure Of all diseases King of Phisitians death I le dig thee from this Mine of miserie Cyn. O hold my Lord this is no christian part Nor yet skarce manly when your mankinde foe Imperious death shall make your grones his trumpets To summon resignation of lifes Fort To flie without resistance you must force A countermine of Fortitude more deepe Than this poore Mine of paines to blow him vp And spight of him liue victor though subdu'd Patience in torment is a valure more Than euer crownd Th' Alcmenean Conquerour Stro. Rage is the vent of torment let me rise Cyn. Men doe but crie that rage in miseries And scarcely beaten children become cries Paines are like womens clamors which the lesse They find mens patience stirred the more they cease Of this t is said afflictions bring to God Because they make vs like him drinking vp Ioyes that deforme vs with the lusts of sense And turne our generall being into soule Whose actions simply formed and applied Draw all our bodies frailties from respect Stro. Away with this vnmedcinable balme Of worded breath for beare friends let me rest I sweare I will be bands vnto my selfe Ben. That will become your lordship best indeed Stro. I le breake away and leape into the Sea Or from some Turret cast me hedlong downe To shiuer this fraile carkasse into dust Cyn. O my deare Lord what vnlike words are these To the late fruits of your religious Noblesse Stro. Leaue me fond woman Cyn. I le be hewne from hence Before I leaue you helpe me gentle Doctor Ben. Haue patience good my Lord Stro. Then leade me in Cut off the timber of this cursed Shaft And let the fork'd pile canker to my heart Cyn. Deare Lord resolue on humble sufferance Str. I will not heare thee woman be content Cyn. O neuer shall my counsailes cease to knocke At thy impatient eares till they flie in And salue with Christian patience Pagan sinne Exeunt Enter Vincentio with a letter in his hand Bassiolo Bass. This is her letter sir you now shall see How seely a thing t is in respect of mine And what a simple woman she haz prou'd To refuse mine for hers I pray looke heere Vin. Soft sir I know not I being her sworn seruant If I may put vp these disgracefull words Giuen of my Mistris without touch of honour Bas. Disgracefull words I protest I speake not To disgrace her but to grace my selfe Vin. Nay then sir if it be to grace your selfe I am content but otherwise you know I was to take exceptions to a King Bas. Nay y' are i th right for that but reade I pray if there be not more choice words in that letter than in any three of Gueuaras golden epistles I am a very asse How thinke you Vince Vin. By heauen no lesse sir it is the best thing he rends it Gods what a beast am I Bas. Is is no matter I can set it together againe Vin. Pardon me sir I protest I was rauisht but was it possible she should preferre hers before this Bass. O sir she cride fie vpon this Vin. Well I must say nothing loue is blind you know and can finde no fault in his beloued Bass. Nay that 's most certaine Vin. Gee 't me I le haue this letter Bass. No good Vince t is not worth it Vin. I le ha 't ifaith heere 's enough in it to serue for my letters as long as I liue I le keepe it to breede on as t were But I much wonder you could make her write Bass. Indeede there were some words belongd to that Vin. How strong an influence works in well plac'd words And yet there must be a prepared loue To giue those words so mighty a command Or
you be well I will be well though sicke Your selfe alone my compleat world shall be Euen from this houre to all eternity Vin. It is inough and binds as much as marriage Enter Bassiolo Bass. I le see in what plight my poore louer stands Gods me a beckons me to haue me gone It seemes hee s entred into some good vaine I le hence loue cureth when he vents his paine Exit Vin. Now my sweet life we both remember well What we haue vow'd shall all be kept entire Maugre our fathers wraths danger and death And to confirme this shall we spend our breath Be well aduisde for yet your choice shall be In all things as before as large and free Mar. What I haue vow'd I le keepe euen past my death Vin. And I and now in token I dissolue Your virgin state I take this snowie vaile From your much fairer face and claime the dues Of sacred nuptialls and now fairest heauen As thou art infinitely raisde from earth Diffrent and opposite so blesse this match As farre remou'd from Customes popular sects And as vnstaind with her abhorr'd respects Enter Bassiolo Bass. Mistris away Pogio runnes vp and downe Calling for Lord Vincentio come away For hitherward he bends his clamorous haste Mar. Remember loue Exit Mar. and Bassiolo Vin. Or else forget me heauen Why am I sought for by this Pogio The Asse is great with child of some ill newes His mouth is neuer fill'd with other sound Enter Pogio. Pog. Where is my Lord Vincentio where is my Lord Vin. Here he is Asse what an exclaiming keep'st thou Pog. Slood my Lord I haue followed you vp and downe like a Tantalus pig till I haue worne out my hose here abouts I le be sworne and yet you call me Asse still But I can tell you passing ill newes my Lord Uin. I know that well sir thou neuer bringst other what 's your newes now I pray Pog. O Lord my Lord vncle is shot in the side with an arrow Vin. Plagues take thy tongue is he in any danger Pog. O danger I he haz lien speechlesse this two houres And talkes so idlely Vin. Accursed newes where is he bring me to him Pog. Yes do you lead and I le guide you to him Exeunt Enter Strozza brought in a Chaire Cynanche Benenemus with others Cyn. How fares it now with my deare Lord and husband Stro. Come neere me wife I fare the better farre For the sweete foode of thy diuine aduice Let no man value at a little price A vertuous womans counsaile her wing'd spirit Is featherd herd oftentimes with heauenly words And like her beautie rauishing and pure The weaker bodie still the stronger soule When good endeuours do her powers applie Her loue drawes neerest mans felicitie O what a treasure is a vertuous wife Discreet and louing Not one gift on earth Makes a mans life so highly bound to heauen She giues him double forces to endure And to enioy by being one with him Feeling his Ioies and Griefes with equall sence And like the twins Hypocrates reports If he fetch sighes she drawes her breath as short If he lament she melts her selfe in teares If he be glad she triumphs if he stirre She moou's his way in all things his sweete Ape And is in alterations passing strange Himselfe diuinely varied without change Gold is right pretious but his price infects With pride and auarice Aucthority lifts Hats from mens heades and bowes the strongest knees Yet cannot bend in rule the weakest hearts Musicke delights but one sence Nor choice meats One quickly fades the other stirre to sinne But a true wife both sence and soule delights And mixeth not her good with any ill Her vertues ruling hearts all powres command All Store without her leaues a man but poore And with her Pouertie is exceeding Store No time is tedious with her her true woorth Makes a true husband thinke his armes enfold With her alone a compleate worlde of gold Cyn. I wish deare loue I coulde deserue as much As your most kinde conceipt hath well exprest But when my best is done I see you wounded And neither can recure nor ease your pains Stro. Cynanche thy aduise hath made me well My free submission to the hand of heauen Makes it redeeme me from the rage of paine For though I know the malice of my wound Shootes still the same distemper through my vaines Yet the Iudiciall patience I embrace In which my minde spreads her impassiue powres Through all my suffring parts expels their frailetie And rendering vp their whole life to my soule Leaues me nought else but soule and so like her Free from the passions of my fuming blood Cyn. Would God you were so and that too much payne Were not the reason you felt sence of none Stro. Thinkst thou me mad Cynanche for mad men By paynes vngouernd haue no sence of payne But I I tell you am quite contrary Easde with well gouerning my submitted payne Be cheerd then wife and looke not for in mee The manners of a common wounded man Humilitie hath raisde me to the starres In which as in a sort of Cristall Globes I sit and see things hidde from humane sight I euen the very accidents to come Are present with my knowledge the seuenth day The arrow head will fall out of my side The seauenth day wife the forked head will out Cyn. Would God it would my Lord and leaue you wel Stro. Yes the seuenth day I am assurd it will And I shall liue I know it I thanke heauen I knowe it well and I le teach my phisition To build his cares heereafter vpon heauen More then on earthly medcines for I knowe Many things showne me from the op'ned skies That passe all arts Now my phisition Is comming to me he makes friendly haste And I will well requite his care of mee Cyn. How knowe you he is comming Stro. Passing well and that my deare friend lord Vincentio Will presently come see me too I le stay My good phisition till my true friend come Cyn. Ay me his talke is idle and I feare Foretells his reasonable Soule now leaues him Stro. Bring my Physition in hee 's at the doore Cyn. Alas there 's no Physition Stro. But I know it See he is come Enter Benouemius Ben. How fares my worthy Lord Stro. Good Doctor I endure no paine at all And the seauenth day the arrowes head will out Ben. Why should it fall out the seuenth day my Lord Stro. I know it the seuenth day it will not faile Ben. I wish it may my Lord Sâ—ro. Yes t' will be so You come with purpose to take present leaue But you shall stay a while my Lord Vincentio Would see you faine and now is comming hither Ben. How knowes your Lordship haue you sent for him Stro. No but t' is very true hee 's now hard by And will not hinder your affaires a whit Ben. How want of rest distempers his light braine Brings my