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A33611	A chain of golden poems embellished with wit, mirth, and eloquence : together with two most excellent comedies, (viz.) The obstinate lady, and Trappolin suppos'd a prince / written by Sr Aston Cokayn.; Chain of golden poems	Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684.; Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684. Obstinate lady.; Cokain, Aston, Sir, 1608-1684. Trappolin creduto principe.	1658 (1658)	Wing C4894; ESTC R20860	211,316	545

should cast her self away upon one VVe do neither know whom or whence he is I pray you Captain if that yet you have Any small remnant of your wit remaining Reply according to it Mat. And he be grown wise again Heavens be praised It is a certain truth your Highness speaks That if your sister should bestow her self Being a Princesse meriting so much For her unequal'd beauty and her vertues Upon a man such as you pleas'd to mention It would be a great weakness in her but you Your self I heard most excellent Sir To call Brunetto Prince Horatio The second Sonne unto the Duke of Savoy Lav. How I call him so truth Captain you Have heard these things which I did never say Bar. You never heard him call Brunetto so Mac. Never this is the first time I ever heard of it Lav. My wonder is so great I do want words VVhereby to give it vent I see that all My subjects being distracted think me mad Mat. And more so please your Highness you did send Brunetto whom you Prince Horatio called Unto your sister to bid her prepare Her self for you within a day or two Would see them married Lav. Enough Captain I swear unto you by my Dukedome That rather I would send Brunetto though He were the Duke of Savoys second son To have his head struck off then on that message You say I did Mat. He doth remember nothing Bar. If the Duke be come to his right sences again I beseech the Gods keep him so Mac. And I. Enter Horatio and Prudentia Mac. Beseech your Highness look let your own eyes Be witness of their mutual affection Behold the Princess your sister and Brunetto Let us withdraw where we may stand unseen And you shall hear them talk what I have said Hor. Dear Lady you have raised me to a fortune So high that when I look upon my self I am amaz'd and wonder at your goodness Pru. Most noble Prince let my unfeigned love Excuse the weak expressions of my tongue I 'm glad my Brother bears so noble a mind As to be willing to unite our bodies As we have done our hearts Hora. Not only willing divine Prudentia But earnest for us he doth seem to grieve That two such faithful lovers as we are Should live so long a sunder Prud. It is a worthy nature in him Lav. I can contain my self no longer though this Be out of madness done I will not suffer it Sister Prud. Live long most worthy Brother happily Lav. So should I wish for you bore you a mind Deserv'd your self Prud. What mean you Sir Hor. Good Heavens be kind and do not now undo What you have almost brought unto perfection I fear his m adness that once favoured me Hath chang'd his mind to my undoing Lav. I will but spend few words are you a Son Of the Duke of Savoys Hora. Your Highness knowes I am his second Lav. Whether You are or no I care not and if you be My sister once deserv'd a better husband And she shall rather in a Monastery Spend all her future dayes then be your wife And be you what you will Sir I will shew you That you have wronged me and I do not fear The Duke of Savoy if he be your father Puchanello Puchanello come hither Mac. I like this Pru. He 's wonderfully distracted most worthy Brother Be not so much unmerciful Lav. Peace Prudentia I never thought You had so weak a reason Hor. He 's mad to my undoing gracious Gods Soon make him leave this humour Bar. I hope he 's come unto himself Enter Pucchanello Lav. Sirra convey Brunetto into prison Lock him up close Puc Here 's do and undo Will our Duke nere be in his Right sences again Prud. My dear Horatio love me still for I Unto thee will be constant though I die Hor. Though I be tortured unto death my Dear Exeunt with Horatio Mat. I know not what to think of these alterations Lav. Thus but the heavens assist I hope to bring Int ' order from confusion every thing Exeunt Omnes Finis Actus quarti Actus quintus Scena prima Enter Trappolin solus Trap. THe Duke is come home and therefore my hardest part is behind Father Conjurer and you be not my friend now I am undone Eo Meo and Areo sit you all close and lose not a jot of your vertue happen what will as soon as I meet him his Highness I will try the vertue of my powder on him let him take it how he please Enter Prudentia Prud. Here is my brother I will try him perhaps He may have chang'd his sullen humor now And set the Prince Horatio at liberty Most excellent noble Sir Trap. My dear sister how dost thou do why look you so sad ha you got the green sickness to night with lying alone and you have I will take an order for your cure very shortly and to your liking too I 'le have you married within these two days at the furthest Prud. Married Sir unto whom Trap. Unto my friend your lover Prince Horatio Prud. I am glad of this Alas Sir why then have you Made him a close unhappy prisoner Trap. I see the Duke hath met with him You do deceive your self Lady sister indeed You do put up my friend in prison heaven defend Prud. Sir pardon me for speaking truth I heard When you commanded it Trap. Sister mine if I did I was drunk and now I am sober I will let him out Sirra Pucchanello so ho. Prud. May he continue always in this vein Of kindness thus his madness is not grievous Trap. Madam sister I am very sorry I was such a beast as in my drink to commit such a fault I pray you forgive me Enter Pucchanello Pucch What is your Highness will Trap. It is that you set Prince Horatio at liberty and send him hither presently Pucch I wonder most willingly Exit Prud. You are a gracious Prince and the high Gods Will recompence your pity unto lovers Trap. What a Swine was I do such a thing I am ashamed as often as I think on 't I shall be ashamed to look on my friend sister you must pray him to forgive me Trap. Sir trouble not your self and be assur'd Unless you part us you can never do Offence either unto the Prince or me Enter Horatio Hora It seems his mind is changed the heavens be praised Trap. Prince Horatio an you do not forgive me my locking of you in prison I shall never be merry again I did it when I was drunk and my sister knows that as soon as she told me on 't I sent for you I pray you therefore forgive me good Prince Horatio Hora. Most excellent Sir I was a man unworthy Of this sweet Ladies love did I not freely Trap. I thank you i'faith Prince Horatio with all my heart I swear unto you here take you my sister take her by the hand lead her whether you will and do

her suitors have and servants been And they that wooe her now great Nobles are How can I therefore think that she will dain To look on me I fear I love in vain 2. Unto the Beauty which I do so desire I will make hast to see how fair she is And though I find my betters wooers by her I will be bold and all my thoughts express Which when I have done will she therefore dain To pity me I fear I love in vain 3. I le tell her that her hairs are golden Twines Able t' enamour all the Deities And that her eyes are two celestial signes More glorious then the twelve within the skies When I have told her this will she then dain To love me too I fear I love in vain 4. If when that I have said what I can say And made what Protestations I can make She will be proud and coy and say me Nay Though nere so fair my heart from her I le take I will not subject be to her disdain The world shall never say I love in vain The eighteenth song Of women 1. I wonder why by foul-mouth'd men Women so slander'd be Since it so easily doth appear Th' are better far then we 2. Why are the Graces every one Pictur'd as women be If not to shew that they in Grace Do more excell then we 3. Why are the liberal Sciences Pictur'd as women be But t' show if they would study them They 'd more excell then we 4. And yet the Senses every one As men should pictur'd be To make it known that women are Less sensual then we 5. Why are the virtues every one Pictur'd as women be If not to shew that they in them Do more excell then we 6. Since women are so full of worth Let them all praised be For commendations they deserve In ampler wise then we The nineteenth Song You are too proud to love and are too kind To hate what therefore is your mind Think you none worthy of you ' cause you know That you should be admired so And will you not hate ' cause you would Not be a maid when you are old 2. Though nature hath been liberal in your parts And you for jewels do wear hearts If you your self do onely like and love You in a wrong sphere for you move As you were made to love beside So you were made to be enjoy'd The twentieth Song A Ballad of Darbyshire 1. Dear Polyhymnie be Auspicious unto me That I may spread abroad Our Shires worth in an ode Merrily chanting They that our Hills do blame Have no cause for the same Seeing the Muses lye Upon Parnassus high Where no joy's wanting 2. Upon Olympus Hill Hebe Heavens cup doth fill And Iove of Candy Isle Doth the Gods reconcile When they do wrangle In France at Agincourt Where we fought in such sort Behind an hill we did Make our Archers lye hid Foes to entangle 3. The long commanding Rome And old Byzantium Lisbon in Portugal Are situated all Upon Hills strongly All therefore that protest Hilly ground 's not the best Are of their wits bereav'd And all of them deceiv'd And censure wrongly 4. The Peer of England known Darby's Earldom to own Is honour'd by the style Of King of Mona's Isle Hereditary Why hath Orantus found A Channel under ground VVhere t'lye hid but for shame VVhen it hears Darwins name VVhich Fame doth carry 5. VVhy do the Nymphs believe Of Nile it down Rocks drive Unless it be for fear Trents glory should go near To overgo them The Spaw Luick Land hath And Sommerset the Bath Burtons dear County be As famous unto thee As they unto them 6. For King Mausolus Tomb Lango's known by each Groom And the Campanian Lake Doth very famous make Italies confines The walls of burned stone Eternize Babylon And the large Devils vault Doth Darbyshire exalt VVherein no sun shines 7. The Pike to Tennariff An high repute doth give And the Coloss of brass VVhere under ships did pass Made Rhodes aspire Tunbridge makes Kent renown'd And Epsome Surryes Ground Pools-hole and St. Annes VVell Makes Darbyshire excell Many a shire 9. Here on an Hills side steep Is Elden hole so deep That no man living knowes How far it hollow goes Worthy the knowing Here also is a Well Whose Waters do excell All waters thereabout Both being in and out Ebbing and flowing 9. Here 's Lead whereof is made Bullets for to invade Them whose pride doth prevail So far as to assail Our Brittish borders Our Lead so much may do That it may win Peru And if we chance to meet A Spanish silver Fleet Commit great murthers 10. Diana's Fane to us Extolleth Ephesus The Sand-hil and deaf stone Do Darbyshire renown Worth Admiration Windsor Berks doth commend And Essex Audley-end We of our Chatsworth boast A Glory to our coast And the whole Nation 11. Spain doth vaunt of it's Sack And France of Claret crack Of Rhenish Germany And of thy Ale speak free My gallant County Now I have made an end I wish you to commend Either the Authors wit Or me for singing it Out of your bounty Song 21. 1. Ah me I have sinned so That the thought of it is my woe That my eyes To the skyes Nor my prayer Neither dare I to lift but here mourn below What therefore had I best here to sit And lament for my faults in unfit Sorrow no Who doth so Spends his fears And his tears All in vain any mercy to get 2. My soul mount thou then aloft And beseech him tha 'st angred so oft He easily can Pardon man Being inclin'd To be kind With real contrition and soft What though my many foul transgressions do Exceed all the stars in our view Do overcome Motes it 'h Sun And surpass Blades of grass His merits do exceed all these too 3. His mercies exceed all these And all sins wherewith men him displease Every sigh He did give Every wound That is found On his body could a world release And therefore for shame if not for love Yet love is all fear and shame above Let us shun Hell and run In heavens way Whiles t' is day For from thence is no sad remove FINIS THE OBSTINATE LADY A COMEDY Written by ASTON COKAIN LONDON Printed by WILLIAM GODBID 1658. Dramatis Personae Polidacre An old Lord. Philander His son Carionil A young Lord. The counterfeit Negro and cal'd Tucapelo Falorus His friend Lorece A phantastick gallant His brother Phyginois Cal'd Draculemion Iaques An old simple daughter of Vandonae's Servants Maskers Rosinda Polidare his wife cal'd Tandorix Lucora The obstinate Lady her daughter Cleanthe Her sister cal'd Anclethe Vandona A young rich widow Antiphila A fine young Lady Nentis Lucora's Woman Vandone's sister The Prologue BRave crown of Gallants welcome May this place Meet expectation you afford us grace We joy that such a multitude divine Of Planets in our little Spheres do shine And that besides our Horizon is

live and spare All other things to feed upon that air 48. Ca. Germanici Augusti Epigramma de Puero Thracensi Thrax puer astricto glacie cum luderet Hebro Frigore concretas pondere rupit aquas Dumque unae partes rapido traherentur ab amne Praesecuit tenerum lubrica tecta caput Orba quod inventum mater dum conderet urna Hoc peperi flammis caetera dixit aquis A Thracian Boy on frozen Hebrus plai'd Till with his weight a breach i' th Ice he made Which from his body cut his tender head The rest being by the Waters swallowed His Mother sigh'd bestowing 't in an Urne That I brought forth for waters this to burn 49. Of Cajus Germanicus Augustus Germanicus was Drusus Son o' th high And the illustrious Claudian Family An eminent Poet to whom Ovid sent His Roman Kalander from Banishment His Cousin Agrippina was his Wife By whom he many children had His life At thirty four years age in Antioch Tiberius by poyson from him took Of all his many Poems nothing came Unto our Times but that one Epigram 50. To my very good Friend Mr. Francis Lenton Sir many years ago when you and I Frequently kept together company With Master Lightwood and my Noble Brother Sir Andrew Knyveton and some few such other Tom Lightwood made each following Anagram Which I illustrated upon your name While at the Fleece in Covent Garden we Drank roundly Sack in Rosen Cans and free There all was done in jest and so was took Pray laugh at them again now in this book 51. Francis Lenton Poet. Anagram Fil-pot Rosen Canne Filpot What Pot A Rosen Canne Who shall Frank Lenton shall that man But must he then turn Tapster No But fill for him he drinks unto He like a small Wit scorns to put My Friends health in a little Cup But like a Generous valiant man His smal'st health drinks in a whole Can But Poets Drink is surely Wine No Ale-house trash makes men Divine Why then Filpot and Rosen Can Except he be a Malt-drink-man He 's nothing less Glasses being small In Cans he doth drink Sack to all His Anagram is true and so His sack doth him true Poet show He therefore is a Gallant man And owneth Filpot Rosen Can. 52. Francis Lenton Anagram Nann Colts fire Nann Colts Fire That is Love For Love's a Flame But sure Nann Colt then is some curious Dame It may be not For he may carry perhaps Nann Colts fire in his Breeches have her claps Then Nann Colt is unsound and likely he Why should he fresher then his Mistress be Nann Colts fire once did burn his heart but lo It now hath setled in a place below I thought that Poets Wits should be of fire And not their bodies that flames did aspire 〈…〉 burnt Frank Be not dejected so 〈…〉 of Wine hath been you know And yet the better for 't and so mai'st thou By leaving her upon a solemn vow But thou may'st be her fire another way The Man that doth her heart and passions sway A goodly fortune to express desire To have thy brains distil'd by Nann Colts fire 53. To the World of Nan Colt If there be Lady that this Name doth own Or of inferiour condition A Woman in the world world witness bear We did not mean by this to injure her We knew none such he found it in his name And thus much said I hope w' are free from blame 54. To Mr. Francis Lenton refusing wine Dost thou endeavour Franke to leave thy drink That made thee such high raptures write think Or art a weary of the Muses for What els could make thee Phoebus Sack abhor It is our grief our mourning and thy shame That the Queenes Poet and a man of name Should drive Apollo from his breast with a Fine glass of six shillings or a dish of Whey Redress our sorrows and return again To wine and make thy head like Charles his wain 55. Francis Lenton Anagram Not Nel Cis Fran. Not Nel for she is fair and sound and sweet But Cis for she 's as common as a street Why should a Poet that can drink base drink After a Lady that 's deserving think Or why should you because your Characters Are good expect a Mistress like the Stars Because your Anagrams are rich to you Would you a Mistress rich in beauty too Not Nel Cis Fran is thine and use her well That 's make her tympanous belly rightly swell Blame not thy fortune but thine eyes or sure Some dark nights sport behind or ' gainst a dore What though she be decai'd like wither'd rose She is no ancienter then her best clothes You 'l say this Anagram is naught but shew Your reason for we all do know it true However 't is unfortunate you 'l say For Poets Loves should be as bright as day It is your name good Fran doth tell she 's foul And makes the world acquainted with her soul But you will ask why may not Cis be fair And Nel the homely One beneath compare This will not help you Fran for Nel is known Famous for beauty witness Sparta Town And Cis is yet and hath been ever since A common name for every Kitchen-wench You must be patient therefore and may thank Your name for this fine beast Not Nel Cis Frank. 56. To my very good Friend M. Thomas Lightwood Sir that I do expose these trifles to The world which we in jest writ long ago Pray pardon me for I am sure I do A greater wrong unto my selfe then you After so many troubles they remain Once more to make us laugh at them again 57. To my noble Cousin Mr. William Milward When I have wanted company sometimes I 've made my self merry with writing rhimes And I do hope that reading them you will Laugh too and pardon what you finde too ill For worth your approbation here is nought My whole book being a continual fault 58. To my worthy Friends the two Colonel William Bales So lov'd the two Alcides as you two So did Alcides and Paeantius do In the same steps that Noblest friends have mov'd And with as firm a love as they have lov'd You hand in hand have walk'd and work'd as high And glorious Actions of Amity Striving each others affection to out-go Yet from your Spheres of Honour look'd below On me and me into your friendship took Who here have link'd you with me in my book And that fair Fortune that your hearts inclines Grant us a life immortal in my lines 59. To my dear Cousin Mr. Robert Milwand Whil'st you retir'd at Alsop in the Dale With Poets and Philosophers converse And o're Voluminous Law-books do prevail And those hours you from study steal desperse Into your Oeconomical Affairs You mixe much pleasure with some easie cares 60. To my noble Friend Mr. Marmaduke Wivel After so many in the English tongue Whose happy Muses Epigrams have sung I have too boldly done and writ in

traduce an Innocence Those Crimes that are by some on others thrown Guiltlesly they do make those faults their own And the just Judge their punishment will give Due to the sins that they have slander'd with Besides his Soul he within vengeance bounds That with a truth a reputation wounds Your Friend and mine so much abus'd doth fall Under the First and not the last at all To talk of things commonly known and true No mulct from Heaven will unto us accrue But sure he of a blest Condition is That hates of any one to speak amiss That hath a merciful and candid thought And thinks all good rather then any naught Heaven by a spotless life is won and by The patient bearing of an Infamy 84. To my honest Cousins Mr. Robert Milward and Mr. Roger King You best of Friends and my best Friends that me Have many years grace'd with your Amity My lines you honour with your worthy Names A lasting Glory to my Epigrams As Princes Stamps upon base metals do Make them prove currant and of value too 85. To Sir Francis Boteler my brother in law from Ashbourn How Christmas steals upon us as in fear To be oppos'd by the bold Presbyter And how you part from us against this Time As if you thought to meet it here a Crime But oh inevitable business when Old Christmas we meant to have trick'd agen In 's long neglected usual Ornaments You have prevented it by going hence So your Departure we accuse to be Guilty by chance of an Impietie Tom Hurt Will Taylour and my self shall mourn Till you recover our joy by your return 86. To the right Honourable Henry Lord Hastings Baron of Loughborough My Lord when in my youth I for some while Did leave the pleasures of our native Isle And travel'd France and Italy I spent Methought my Time in a most high content And was so far from longing to return That I when I was sent for home did mourn And doubtless you are pleas'd who now enjoy A Calme after a storme of jeopardy Homer his Iliads might have writ of you And as our fear prompts his Odysses too But we will hope the best and that you may As er'st Ulysses to his Ithaca Return to England all those tumults past And finde it crown'd with happy dayes at last Be reconcil'd to every own and know Among so many Friends no single foe 87. To my Noble Cousin Mr. Henry Hastings of Branston Sir since our first acquaintance ever through Our Friendship with the Noble Loughborough What tumults have we seen and dangers past Such as in graves have many thousands cast And yet we live thanks to the Powers Divine And love I thank your Friendship gracing mine I needes must say such troubles disagree Both with my Genius as well as me Though Poets often sing of Wars and with A mighty verse an Eccho seem to give To the shrill Trumpet or the loudest Gun That thunder rores and spreads destruction Yet in a sweet retreat from care and noise They draw those lines that make those Sympathies And though I am no Poet I confess I am enamour'd much of Quietness 88. To the right honourable Charles Lord Cokaine Viscount Cullen My Lord you have an honest Heart and known To be of a most sweet Condition A Grace unto our Family and Name And every where of a most candid Fame This is a truth but lest you should suppose If I proceed I flatter'd here I close 89. An Epitaph on my worthy Cousin German Colonel Michael Stanhope slain at Willoughbie-Fight and lyes buried in the Church there Here Michael Stanhope lies who fought and dy'd When prosp'rous fortune left the Regal side He of a dauntless minde by all was known And of a Noble disposition Yet his conditions and his valiant Heart Could not prevail with Death to stay his Dart For here he lies and doth by 's Fall express Great Courages do often want Success 90. An Epitaph on my dear Cousin German Mrs. Olive Cotton Passenger stay and notice take of her Whom this Sepulchral marble doth inter For Sir Stanhope's Daughter and his Heir By his first wife a Berisfor'd lies here Her Husband of a Noble house was one Every where for his worthes belov'd and known One onely Son she left whom we presage A grace t' his family and to our age She was too good to live and young to die Yet stay'd not to dispute with destinie But soon as she receiv'd the summons given Sent her fair Soul to wait on God in Heaven Here what was mortal of her turns to dust To rise a Glorious Body with the just Now thou may'st go But take along with thee To guide thy Life and Death her Memory 91. To my Cousin German Mr. John Stanhope of Elveston When in an Epigram I did salute Your other brothers and of you was mute The reason was because I did not know Whether that then you were alive or no. Your safety I congratulate and wish You a long Life of as long happiness This Tribute of my Love to you I give Under the Honour of your Name to live 92. Of Caesar and Cleopatra Great Caesars vaunt is known to all who said That he did come look't on and conquered But when to Egypt he did come from Rome And saw the Queen he then was overcome But to prove rather he was not beguil'd Her he o'recame for he got her with childe 93. An Epitaph on my most honour'd Kinsman Colonel Ralph Sneyd who dy'd in the Isle of Man about the 40th year of his Age. Here lyes a body that gave Lodging to A Soul as noble as the world did know It was well-organ'd handsome manly and Of equal structure to the best o' th Land Yet was unworthy of the Soul was given And therefore dy'd cause that fled back to Heaven Here Colonel Ralph Sneyd doth lie In brief The joy of mankind living now the grief 94. Of Slander To speak too well of thousands safer is Then of one single Person once amiss Happy is he therefore whose wary tongue Wisely refrains to do another wrong 95. To Elveston a Town in Darbyshire Dear Elveston that art a grace Unto the Shire where I was born And Elveston that art the Place Where first I did salute the Morn The noble Stanhopes are thy praise Whom thou afford'st a birth and Urne And may they flourish there always Till th' world to Chaos doth return 96. Of Venice Translated out of Sannazarius Viderat Adriacis Venctam Neptunus in undis Stare urbem toti ponere jura mari Nunc mihi Tarpejas quantum vis Jupiter arces Ob●ice illa tui maenia Martis ait Si pelago Tibrim praefers urbem aspice utramque Illam homines dices hanc posuisse Deos. Englished In Adriatick Waters Neptune saw Venice that layes on the whole Sea a Law Object Tarpejan Towers Jove whil'st thou wilt He said and walls by thy Mars Off-spring built Prefer'st thou Tyber view

But must be secret in 't Aside Phy. My Lord. This Ladies Nurse my mother had a Sonne Older then the Lady Cleanthe is by seven years Whom she did love so extraordinarily That for his sake she foulely er'd from vertue She thought it was an easie thing for her If that their lives attained to those years To make your daughter wife unto her son Which is the cause she privily escap'd Pol. Most strange Phy. By chance I heard this of my brother who Told me against my mothers strict command What a great marriage he should have and that Cleanthe was the daughter of a Lord Your Honours child Whom all we thought but of a mean descent For she had won the country to believe That she did find her in the open field I pittying her hard chance did tell her all And promis'd her I would attend upon her Until she had her parents happy made With knowledge of her safety Cle. The rest I must relate Dear Sir be kind and if I have done ought You shall dislike pardon my first offence I was no sooner come to town but saw This noble Gentleman with whom so violently I fell in love that for his sake pray pardon me My own apparel I did lay away And did become his Page And when I did Disclose my self he kindly did requite me In brief we are contracted I did not well without you to do thus But your forgiveness Sir I cannot doubt He told me that there was a difference Between our families and therefore you If your consent was ask'd would never yield Iaq. Wood I were it 'h Cellar I care not for these drie and tedious tales Pol. Whether I should or no I cannot tell But I am glad that it hath chanced thus This match an ancient discord will conclude And may the Gods be favourable to it Car. Most Worthy Lord my faithful thankes Phy. Here also is a ring which by Your Father my Lord Falorus was given her When at the Font he for her answer'd She wo'rt about her neck when she was stolne Pol. I know it well and am confident Thou art my lost Cleanthe Be his wife And may the heavens make up the match most fortunate Carionil I now am glad I have A man so honour'd to my son in law Car. My Lord if that I can perform my will You never shall repent your daughters choice Pol. I do not doubt I shall Now I would know Why your death was reported Car. I was in love long which your eldest daughter The fair Lucora but could never win her Brought almost to despair I did assume The habit and colour of a Negro Pol. Then you was Tucapelo Car. I was indeed Knowing she had refus'd the greatest Marriages And many of the handsomest of the Kingdome I fully did believe she never would Like any man of this Complexion And therefore feign'd my self an Ethiopian But first gave out my death and that unto My self I had done violence for her Luc. Surely he will not do so unworthily As to make mention of my fond affection A side Car. But all could not prevail Luco I am glad he ends so A side Cario And therefore I desisted wholly which when Anclethe saw my sweet Cleanthe now She did disclose her self Polid. I do perceive the Heavens intended you Should reconcile our Families Iaq. Her 's love and love agen I wood some body would love me Luco My dear Sister you must not think me rude Because I do express my love so fully Poli. Be my Carionil All that ●●e mine respect this Lady For I do intend to make her so Car. We are her Servants and most joyfully Shall kneel unto a Lady of her vertues Enter Philander and Rosinda Fal. What Lady 's that Car. She 's masked and I cannot guess Pol. Philander this Lady is thy Sister the lost Phi. Grow not to weak my body to contain Cleanthe My soul within thee at these joyes Fair Sister I am glad that I can name So beauteous a Lady as you are so For you the heavens be thanked Pol. Carionil's alive and must be styl'd your brother Cleanthe him hath chose Perfect thy joyes Philander when thou wilt And hear their Histories This Lady you must call mother Phil. But I must not Poli. How Phil. This here I will Dear mother now confirm my words Unmaskes Poli. Welcome to life Rosinda Thy face and beauty I do remember well But wherefore did you Raise the report of your untimely death Rosin That at a fitter time This give me leave To spend in joy My dear Cleanthe for I do believe Because thy father doth acknowledge thee Thou art Cleanthe my so long lost daughter Never was mothers heart so light I cannot Utter my joyes my tears must witness them To time I am indebted that he hath Spared my life untill I see thee safe Cle. I want expression But my life shall be A comment on my heart wherein you shall Perceive what your Cleanthe is Phil. Now you are mine fair Antiphila Ant. I will perform my promise Phil. Both your consents I begge Polid. How 's this Anti. I did engage my self That if I were not yours I would be his Pol. Then may the knot prove happy and continue A firm one while the Gods do lend you breath Ros It is my wish Pol. Was you her servant too Wife chide me in secrer I was forsworn Ros We all are frail Mortality may boast Of strength but many conclusions deny it Nen. Away I will have none of you I will not begge Pol. You shall not need I for his love and care Unto my daughter will give him means befitting A Gentleman which shall descend unto His posterity poverty shall not spoil his fortune Vandon 'T is nobly said If you do like him take him sister Ment. Now I 'm content Phyg My joy is great My thanks sweet Mistriss My Lord Polidacre I am your grateful though unworthiest servant Now Mistriss you shall know the policy I won your affections with my affections being setled so high and I poor I made my self Draculemion But your promise worthiest Lord hath now enriched me Iaq. O me Was you that merry fellow you have a parlous wit Phyg One thing I must crave of you Polid. You shall obtain Sir Phyg That you will pardon my Mother Polid. I do for your sake Luco Since I perceive you in the bounteous way Of granting Boons Sir I assume the boldness To become a Petitioner to you Polid. My dear Lucora freely ask for I Doubtlessely shall consent to thy demand Luco Seeing the gracious Heavens have blessed our house With the recovery of my long lost Sister And since the powers divine have link'd her heart To the affections of a noble Gentleman A marriage like to grace your honour'd Age With hopeful Nephews I humbly crave your licence To enjoy the freedom of a single life For I 've no inclination to become A subject unto Hymens glorious bondage Polid.

able to corrupt an army Trap. Seignior Captain never fear it for I nere mean to come into one Barb. Bring him before us Trap. Ah that I durst tell my Lords Excellence why he deals thus with me t is for a wench and yet how eager he is against bawdery Offic. Forward Trappolin go before their Excellencies Barb. Sirra this paper doth not onely shew You are a rogue your looks declare you one Thou hast as ill a face as ere I saw Trap. And yet Flametta think'st as good as his I did not lie and if I said a better Mac. Ere we come to his pandarisme I 'le examine him about other matters Sir do you never use to carry pistols about you Trap. Sometimes and please your Excellence I do Bar. Write down that Notarie Trap. What does your Lordship mean I did not steal them Mac. I know well enough what I do sirra you went to shoot some body Trap. Beseech your Honour to take me along with you I mean money Mach. That 's vain then Notarie tear it out Barb. Do you nere carry other armes neither Trap. Many times my Lord. Barb. Nota●ie down with it he shall be talk'd with for that Trap. Your Honour is deceiv d agen I mean onely armes upon seales or scutchions from the Heralds Mac. This is nothing Notarie tear it out Barb. A pimp I 'me sure he is Mac. Do you never carry no Love Letters as from a Gentleman to a Lady or a Gentlewoman to a Cavalier or so Trap. O very oft my Lord. Barb. Do you so indeed Notarie write it down Trap. Your Honour must understand me Letters of Love of friendship as when a Lady writes unto her brother at Siena a wife to her husband at Pisa a son to his mother at such a place a father to his daughter married at such a town I am often hired and carry them to the Post Mac. Notarie you must tear out this too Barb. But sirra to come nearer to the matter Do you not keep intelligence with Whores Have you nere plaid the Ruffian by your means Hath no man been provided of a lodging Trap. This I have no excuse for the whole city knowes me a pimp Aside And that it is very nigh my living Mac. What say you sirra Trap. My Lords I am but a poor fellow and must live Barb. By Bawdery Trap. T is but a friends part Mac. A wicked ones Notarie down with this at large Trap. Alas my Lord what hurt is it if I help a Gentleman to a sound wench where is there any fault good your Honours consider me think not I am a man alone in this business that many others live by it as well as I. Bar. What an impudency is this Not onely to do ill but to defend it Is a transgression exceeds forgiveness Trap. Good my Lord take pity on me wel a day what should I do I have not onely done a favour in it for my self but also a courtesie for many a Gentleman Mach. Do not teare out that Notarie Trap. Beseech your Honours let him tear 't out Barb. What shall we do with this villain Mac. Why let 's hang him and ther 's an end of him Trap. That 's true I faith consider my Lords that never man was put to death for such a matter but rather that they have been beloved and well paid by noble men and cavalieres Mach. Had we not best to condemn him to the Gallies or le ts banish hm Barb. I that 's the best Trap. Beseech your Honours pity me Mac. After to morrow Trappolin if thou be'st seen in Florence thou shalt die be hang'd we banish thee for term of life therefore prepare against to morrow to be gone Trap. Pray your Honours Bar. Notarie write down he 's banish't Mac. You rogue it is irrevocable and therefore make you ready Trap. I think I am the first man that ever was banish't for such a matter were all of my profession in the City served so I think we should make an Army Royal of us Barb. This matter is concluded Trappolin Go seek your fortune My Lord Machavil We may depart Exeunt Matte Thou man of durt hadst thou a Souldier been This banishment had never been pronounc'd Trap. But Sir Captain I fear I should have been kil'd which is worse Matte If for thy Country t' had been a noble death Trap. I had rather live Cap. then die nobly Matte Thou man compos'd of sand in vain I spend My breath to talk with such a slave as thou Go and be hang'd for ●o thou do dost deserve And might I judge thee it should be thy end Exit Trap. Thou brazen-headed Coxcomb may'st thou go to the divel with a Drum before thee I had as leeve be banish't out of my Country and walk in peace as be out on 't in the wars Enter Horatio Brunetto O Brunetto I must leave thee I must be gone Man to morrow farewell Florence Hora. Why what 's the matter Trappolin Trap. Why I have banish't the Lord Barberino and the Lord Machavil Hora. How you banish't them Trap. They have banished me or I them 't is all one I must be gone and the divel a bit a mony I have shall I help thee to a Wench Brunetto Or if thou hast no mind to one know'st thou any body that has I 'de fain be earning a little mony Hora. I wish thee well live honest Trappolin And so thou shalt be sure to prosper better This Ring I give thee sell it and the mony Spend to maintain thee Trap. Honest Brunetto faith An ere I can I will requite thee fully Farewell I must also take my leave Of my Flametta we shall cry together Like unto School Boys that are to be whipt Exit Hora. Alas poor simple Trappolin I pity Thy fortune yet 't is better far then mine Of all mankind I am most miserable And lead a life would make a soul prove mortal Yet do I not repine Most dear Prudentia I never can endure enough for thee So that at last I may attain my wishes There 's not a grief mankind did ever suffer Nor pain I would not pass to make thee mine Thou art the Centre of my wishes all Horatio's thoughts upon thy beauty fall Enter Prudentia Prud. O Heavens be merciful and if I tell Him I am his let him say he is mine I have a fire within my breast must out Longer I cannot hide it if he now Do's not wooe me I shall solicite him How sad a pace he walks how melancholy Do's he look Love compels us unto things In others we would scorn I 'le speak unto him Because I fear he dares not unto me Brunetto Hora. Divinest Lady Prud. I thought a Gentleman for so I guess you Could have endured affliction better far That in the wars durst venter so his person Hora. Most Excellent Princess many thousand men Can suffer well the dangers of a battel But there are few or none at all