I forget not all respects That are Religious on another word Sounded like that and through a Sea of sins Will wade to my revenge though I should call Pains here and after life upon my soul King Well I am resolute you lay not with her And so leave you Exit King Evad. You must be prating and see what follows Amint. Prethee vex me not Leave me I am afraid some sudden start Will pull a murther on me Evad. I am gone I love my life well Exit Evadne Amint. I hate mine as much This 't is to break a troth I should be glad If all this tide of grief would make me mad Exit Enter Melantius Mel. I 'le know the cause of all Amintors griefs Or friendship shall be idle Enter Calianax Cal. O Melantius my Daughter will die Mel. Trust me I am sorry would thou hadst ta'ne her room Cal. Thou art a slave a cut-throat slave a bloody treacherous slave Melan. Take heed old man thou wilt be heard to rave And lose thine Offices Cal. I am valiant grown At all these years and thou art but a slave Mel. Leave some company will come and I respect Thy years not thee so much that I could wish To laugh at thee alone Cal. I 'le spoil your mirth I mean to sight with thee There lie my Cloak this was my Fathers Sword And he durst sight are you prepar'd Mel. Why wilt thou doat thy self out of thy life Hence get thee to bed have careful looking to and eat warm things and trouble not me my head is full of thoughts more weighty than thy life or death can be Cal. You have a name in War when you stand safe Amongst a multitude but I will try What you dare do unto a weak old man In single sight you 'l ground I fear Come draw Mel. I will not draw unless thou pul'st thy death Upon thee with a stroke there 's no one blow That thou canst give hath strength enough to kill me Tempt me not so far then the power of earth Shall not redeem thee Cal. I must let him alone He 's stout and able and to say the truth However I may set a face and talk I am not valiant when I was a youth I kept my credit with a testie trick I had Amongst cowards but durst never sight Mel. I will not promise to preserve your life if you do stay Cal. I would give half my Land that I durst sight with that proud man a little if I had men to hold I would beat him till he ask me mercy Mel. Sir will you be gone Cal. I dare not stay but I will go home and beat my servants all over for this Exit Calianax Mel. This old fellow haunts me But the distracted carriage of mine Amintor Takes deeply on me I will find the cause I fear his Conscience cries he wrong'd Aspatia Enter Amintor Amint. Mens eyes are not so subtil to perceive My inward misery I bear my grief Hid from the World how art thou wretched then For ought I know all Husbands are like me And every one I talk with of his Wife Is but a well dissembler of his woes As I am would I knew it for the rareness afflicts me now Mel. Amintor We have not enjoy'd our friendship of late for we were wont to charge our souls in talk Amint. Melantius I can tell thee a good jest of Strato and a Lady the last day Mel. How wa st Amint. Why such an odd one Mel. I have long'd to speak with you not of an idle jest that 's forc'd but of matter you are bound to utter to me Amint. What is that my friend Mel. I have observ'd your words sall from your tongue Wildly and all your carriage Lâ—ke one that strove to shew his merry mood When he were ill dispos'd you were not wont To put such scorn into your speech or wear Upon your face ridiculous jollity Some sadness sits here which your cunning would Cover o're with smiles and 't will not be What is it Amint. A sadness here what cause Can sate provide for me to make me so Am I not lov'd through all this Isle the King Rains greatness on me have I not received A Lady to my bed that in her eye Keeps mounting fire and on her tender cheeks Inevitable colour in her heart A prison for all vertue are not you Which is above all joyes my constant friend What sadness can I have no I am light And feel the courses of my blood more warm And stirring than they were faith marry too And you will feel so unexprest a joy In chast embraces that you will indeed appear another Mel. You may shape Amintor Causes to cozen the whole world withal And your self too but 't is not like a friend To hide your soul from me 't is not your nature To be thus idle I have seen you stand As you were blasted midst of all your mirth Call thrice aloud and then start feigning joy So coldly World what do I here a friend Is nothing Heaven I would ha' told that man My secret sins I 'le search an unknown Land And there plant friendship all is withered here Come with a complement I would have fought Or told my friend he ly'd ere sooth'd him so Out of my bosom Amint. But there is nothing Mel. Worse and worse farewel From this time have acquaintance but no friend Amint. Melantius stay you shall know what that is Mel. See how you play'd with friendship be advis'd How you give cause unto your self to say You ha' lost a friend Amint. Forgive what I have done For I am so ore-gone with injuries Unheard of that I lose consideration Of what I ought to do oh oh Mel. Do not weep what is' t May I once but know the man Hath turn'd my friend thus Amint. I had spoke at first but that Mel. But what Amint. I held it most unfit For you to know saith do not know it yet Mel. Thou feest my love that will keep company With thee in tears hide nothing then from me For when I know the cause of thy distemper With mine own armour I 'le adorn my self My resolution and cut through thy foes Unto thy quiet till I place thy heart As peaceable as spotless innocence What is it Amint. Why 't is this it is too big To get out let my tears make way a while Mel. Punish me strangely heaven if he escape Of life or same that brought this youth to this Amint. Your Sister Mel. Well said Amint. You 'l wish 't unknown when you have heard it Mel. No. Amint. Is much to blame And to the King has given her honour up And lives in Whoredom with him Mel. How this Thou art run mad with injury indeed Thou couldst not utter this else speak again For I forgive it freely tell thy griefs Amint. She 's wanton I am loth to say a Whore Though it be true Mel. Speak yet again before mine anger grow
for your Worship's breakfast Bri. How i' th' morning Lilly th' art such a witty thing to draw me on Leave fooling Lilly I am hungry now and th' hast another Kickshaw I must taste it Lil. 'T will make you surfeit I am tender of you y' have all y' are like to have And. And can this be earnest Mir. It seems so and she honest Bri. Have I not thy promise Lilly Lil. Yes and I have performed enough to a man of your years this is truth and you shall find Sir you have kiss'd and tous'd me hand I 'd my leg and foot what would you more Sir As for the rest it requires youth and strength and the labour in an old man would breed Agues Sciatica's and Cramps You shall not curse me for taking from you what you cannot spare Sir Be good unto your self y' have ta'ne already all you can take with ease you are past threshing it is a work too boisterous for you leave such drudgery to Andrew Mir. How she jeers him Lil. Let Andrew alone with his own tillage he 's tough and can manure it Bri. Y' are a quean a scoffing jeering quean Lil. It may be so but I 'm sure I 'll ne'â— be yours Bri. Do not provoke me if thou do'st I 'll have my Farm again and turn thee out a begging Lil. Though you have the will and want of honesty to deny your deed Sir yet I hope Andrew has got so much learning from my young Master as to keep his own at the worst I 'll tell a short tale to the Judges for what grave ends you sign'd your Lease and on what terms you would revoke it Bri. Whore thou dar'st not Yield or I 'll have thee whipt how my Bloud boils as if 't were o're a Furnace Mir. I shall cool it Bri. Yet gentle Lilly pity and forgive me I 'll be a friend t' ye such a loving bountiful friend Lil. To avoid Suits in Law I would grant a little but should fierce Andrew know it what would become of me And. A Whore a Whore Bri. Nothing but well Wench I shall put such a strong bit in his mouth as thou shalt ride him how thou wilt my Lilly nay he shall hold the door as I will work him and thank thee for the Office Mir. Take heed Andrew these are shrewd temptations And. Pray you know your Cue and second me Sir By your Worship's savour Bri. Andrew And. I come in time to take possession of th' Office you assign me hold the door alas 't is nothing for a simple man to stay without when a deep understanding holds conference within say with his Wife a trifle Sir I know I hold my Farm by Cuckolds Tenure you are Lord o' th' Soil Sir Lilly is a West a stray she 's yours to use Sir I claim no interest in her Bri Art thou serious speak honest Andrew since thou hast o'er heard us and wink at small faults man I 'm but a pidlaâ— a little will serve my turn thou'lt find enough when I 've my belly full Wilt thou be private and silent And. By all means I 'll only have a Ballad made of 't sung to some lewd Tune and the name of it shall be Justice Trap it will fell rarely with your Worships name and Lilly's on the top Bri. Seek not the ruine o' my reputation Andrew And. 'T is for your credit Monsieur Brisac printed in Capital Letters then pasted upon all the posts in Paris Bri. No mercy Andrew And. O it will proclaim you from the City to the Court and prove Sport Royal. Bri. Thou shalt keep thy Farm Mir. He does affect him â—nely And. You trouble me Then his intent arriving the vizard of his hypocrisie pull'd of to the Judge criminal Bri. O I am undone And. He 's put out of Commission with disgrace and hold uncapable of bearing Office ever hereafter This is my revenge and this I 'll put in practice Bri. Do but hear me And. To bring me back from my Grammar to my Horn-book it is unpardonable Bri. Do not play the Tyrant accept of composition Lil. Hear him Andrew And. What composition Bri. I 'll confirm thy Farm and add unto it a hundred Acres more adjoyning to it And. Umb this mollifies but y' are so fickle and will again deny this there being no witness by Bri. Call any witness I 'll presently assure it And. Say you so troth there 's a friend of mine Sir within hearing that 's familiar with all that 's past his testimony will be authentical Bri. Will he be s cret And. You may tie his tongue up as you would do your purse strings Bri. Miâ—amont Mir. Ha ha ha And. This is my witness Lord how you are troubled siâ—e you have an Agnâ— you shake so with choler Here 's your loving Brother Sir and will tell no body but all he meets that you have eat a Snake and are grown young gamesome and rampant Bri. Caught thus And. If he were oâ—â— that would make jests of you or playne ye with making your Religious gravity ridiculous to your Neighbours then you had some cause to be perplex'd Bri. I shall become discourse for Clowns and Tapsters And. Quick Lilly quick he 's now past kissing between point and point He swounds fetch him some Cordial Now put in Sir Mir. Who may this be sure this is some mistake let me see his face wears he not a false beard it cannot be Brâ—sac that worthy Gentleman the Pillar and the Patron of his Country he is too prudent and too cautelous experience hath taught him t' avoid these fooleries he is the punisher and not the doer besides he 's old and cold unfit for Woman This is some counterfeit he shall be whipt for 't some base abuser of my worthy Brother Bri. Open the doors will ye imprison me are ye my Judges Mir. The man raves this is not judicious Brisac yet now I think on 't h' has a kind of Dog look like my Brother a guilty hanging face Bri. I 'll suffer bravely do your worst do do Mir. Why it 's manly in you Bri. Nor will I â—ail nor curse you slave you whore I will not meddle with you but all the torments that e're fell on men that sed on mischief fall heavily on you all Exe. Lil. You have given him a heat Sir Mir. He will ride you the better Lilly And. We 'll teach him to meddle with Scholars Mir. He shall make good his promise t' increase thy Farm Andrew or I 'll jeer him to death Fear nothing Lilly I am thy Champion This jeast goes to Charles and then I 'll hunt him out and Monsieur Eustace the gallant Courtier and laugh heartily to see 'em mourn together And. 'T will be rare Sir Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Eustace Egremont Cowsy Eust TUrn'd out of doors and baffled Egre. We share with you in the affront Cow Yet bear it not like you with such dejection
neighbours I thank your diligence Lop. I 'le come sometimes and crack a case with ye Bar. Welcom Exit Lop. Here 's mony got with ease here spend that jovially And pray for the fool the Founder Die Many more fools I heartily pray may follow his example Lawyers or Lubbers or of what condition And many such sweet friends in Nova Hispania Lop. It will do well let 'em but send their monys Come from what quarter of the world I care not I 'le know 'em instantly nay I 'le be kin to 'em I cannot miss a man that sends me mony Let him law there long as his Duckets last Boy I 'le grace him and prefer him Die I 'le turn Trade Master and now live by the living Let the dead stink 't is a poor stinking Trade Lop. If the young fool now Should chance to chop upon his fair Wife Diego Die And handle her Case Master that 's a law point A point would make him start and put on his Spectacles A hidden point were worth the canvassing Lop. Now surely surely I should love him Diego And love him heartily nay I should love my self Or any thing that had but that good fortune For to say truth the Lawyer is a dog-bolt An arrant worm and though I call him worshipfull I wish him a canoniz'd Cuckold Diego Now if my youth do dub him Di. He is too demure Sir Lop. If he do sting her home Dieg. There 's no such matter The woman was not born to so much blessedness He has no heat study consumes his oyl Master Lop. Let 's leave it to the will of Fate and presently Over a cup of lustie Sack let 's prophesie I am like a man that dreamt he was an Emperour Come Diego hope and whilst he lasts we 'll lay it on Ex. SCENA III. Enter Jamy Milanes Arsenio Jam. Angelo Milanes did you see this wonder Mil. Yes yes Jam. And you Arsenio Ars Yes he 's gone Sir Strangely disguis'd he 's set upon his voyage Love guide his thoughts he 's a brave honest fellow Sit close Don Lawyer O that arrant knave now How he will stink will smoak again will burst He 's the most arrant Beast Mil. He may be more beast Ja. Let him bear six and six that all may blaze him The villany he has sowed into my Brother And from his State the Revenue he has reach'd at Pay him my good Leandro take my prayers Ars And all our wishes plough with his fine white heifer Ja. Mark him my dear friend for a famous Cuckold Let it out-live his Books his pains and hear me The more he seeks to smother it with Justice Enter a Servant Let it blaze out the more what news Andrea Andr. News I am loth to tell ye but I am charg'd sir Your Brother layes a strict command upon ye No more to know his house upon your danger I am sorry Sir Jam. Faith never be I am glad on 't He keeps the house of pride and foolery I mean to shun it so return my Answer 'T will shortly spew him out Come let 's be merry And lay our heads together carefully How we may help our friend and let 's lodge near him Be still at hand I would not for my patrimony But he should crown his Lawyer a learned Monster Come lâ—t's away I am stark mad till I see him Exeunt SCENA IV. Enter Bartolus and Amaranta Amar. Why will ye bring men in and yet be jealous Why will ye lodge a young man a man able And yet repine Bar. He shall not trouble thee sweet A modest poor slight thing did I not tell thee He was only given to the Book and for that How Royally he paies finds his own meat too Amar. I will not have him here I know your courses And what fits you will fall into of madness Bar. Faith I will not Wise Amar. I will not try ye Bar. He comes not near thee shall not dare to tread Within thy Lodgings in an old out Room Where Logs and Coles were laid Amar. Now ye lay fire fire to consume your quiet Bar. Didst thou know him Thou wouldst think as I do he disquiet thee Thou mayst wear him next thy heart and yet not warm him His mind poor man 's o' th' Law how to live after And not on lewdness on my Conscience He knows not how to look upon a Woman More than by reading what Sex she is Amar. I do not like it Sir Bar. Do'st thou not see Fool What presents he sends hourly in his gratefulness What delicate meats Amar. You had best trust him at your Table Do and repent it do Bar. If thou be'st willing By my troth I think he might come he 's so modest He never speaks there 's part of that he gave me He 'll eat but half a dozen bits and rise immediately Even as he cats he studies he 'll not disquiet thee Do as thou pleasest Wife Amar. What means this Wood cock Knock within Bar. Retire Sweet there 's one knocks come in your business Enter Servant Ser My Lord Don Henrique would entreat ye Sir To come immediately and speak with him He has business of some moment Bar. I 'le attend him I must be gone I prâ— thee think the best Wife At my return I 'le tell thee more good morrow Sir keep ye close and study hard an hour hence I 'le read a new Case to ye Exit Leandro within â—ean I 'le be ready Amar. So many hundred Duckets to ly sâ—m vily And learn the pelting Law this sounds but slenderly But very poorly I would see this fellow Very I am see him how he looks I will find To what end and what study there 's the place I 'le go o th' other sâ—â—e and take my Fortune I think there is a window Exit Enter Leandro Lean. He 's gone out Now if I could but sâ—â— her she is not this way How nastily be keeps his house my Chamber If I continue long will choak me up If is so damp I shall be mortified For any woman if I stay a month here I 'le in and strike my Lute that sound may call her Ex Lute and Song 1 Dearest do not you delay me Since thou knowest I must be gone Wind and Tide 't is thought o th â—â—ayâ—â— But 't is wind that must be bâ—â—â— From that breath whose 〈◊〉 â—â—ll Indian Odours far excel 2 Oh then speak thou fairest fair Kill not him that vows to serve thee But perfume this neighbouring Air Else dull silence sure will starve me 'T is a word that 's quickly spoken Which being restrain'd a heart is broken Enter Amaranta Amar. He keeps very close Lord how I long to see him A Lute strook handsomely a voice too I 'le hear that These Verses are no Law they sound too sweetly Now I am more desirous Leandro peeping Lean. 'T is she certain Amar. What 's that that peeps Lean. O admirable face Amar. Sure 't is the man
To hold me soul Peri. O you are fairer far Than the chaste blushing morn or that fair star That guides the wandring Sea men through the deep Straighter than straightest Pine upon the steep Head of an aged mountain and more white Than the rew Milk we strip before day-light From the full fraighted bags of our fair flocks Your hair more beauteous than those hanging leeks Of young Apollo Amo. Shepherd be not lost Y' are sail'd too far already from the Coast Of our discourse Peri. Did you not tell me once I should not love alone I should not lose Those many passions vows and holy Oaths I 've sent to Heaven did you not give your hand Even that fair hand in hostage Do not then Give back again those sweets to other men You your self vow'd were mine Amo. Shepherd so far as Maidens modesty May give assurance I am once more thine Once more I give my hand be ever free From that great foe to faith foul jealousie Peri. I take it as my best good and desire For stronger confirmation of our love To meet this happy night in that fair Grove Where all true Shepherds have rewarded been For their long service say sweet shall it hold Amo. Dear friend you must not blame me if I make A doubt of what the silent night may do Coupled with this dayes heat to move your bloud Maids must be fearful sure you have not been Wash'd-white enough for yet I see a stain Stick in your Liver go and purge again Peri. O do not wrong my honest simple truth My self and my affections are as pure As those chaste flames that burn before the shrine Of the great Dian only my intent To draw you thither was to plight our troths With enterchange of mutual chaste embraces And ceremonious tying of our selves For to that holy wood is consecrate A vertuous well about whose flowry banks The nimble-footed Fairies dance their rounds By the pale moon-shine dipping oftentimes Their stolen Children so to make them free From dying flesh and dull mortalitie By this fair Fount hath many a Shepherd sworn And given away his freedom many a troth Been plight which neither envy nor old time Could ever break with many a chaste kiss given In hope of coming happiness by this Fresh Fountain many a blushing Maid Hath crown'd the head of her long loved Shepherd With gaudy flowers whilest he happy sung Layes of his love and dear Captivitie There grows all Herbs fit to cool looser flames Our sensual parts provoke chiding our bloods And quenching by their power those hidden sparks That else would break out and provoke our sense To open fires so vertuous is that place Then gentle Shepherdess believe and grant â—n troth it fits not with that face to scant â—our faithful Shepherd of those chaste desires â—e ever aim'd at aâ—â— Amo. Thou hast prevail'd farewel this coming night â—hall crown thy chast hopes with long wish'd delight Peri. Our great god Pan reward thee for that good â—hou hast given thy poor Shepherd fairest Bud Of Maiden Vertues when I leave to be The true Admirer of thy Chastitie â—et me deserve the hot polluted Name Of the wild Woodman or affect some Dame Whose often Prostitution hath begot More foul Diseases than ever yet the hot â—un bred through his burnings whilst the Dog â—ursues the raging Lion throwing Fog â—nd deadly Vapour from his angry Breath â—illing the lower World with Plague and Death Ex. Am. Enter Amaryllis Ama. Shepherd may I desire to be believ'd What I shall blushing tell Peri. Fair Maid you may Am. Then softly thus I love thee Perigot â—nd would be gladder to be lov'd again â—han the cold Earth is in his frozen arms â—o clip the wanton Spring nay do not start â—or wonder that I woo thee thou that art â—he prime of our young Grooms even the top â—f all our lusty Shepherds what dull eye â—hat never was acquainted with desire â—ath seen thee wrastle run or cast the Stone With nimble strength and fair delivery And hath not sparkled fire and speedily â—ent secret heat to all the neighbouring Veins Who ever heard thee sing that brought again â—hat freedom back was lent unto thy Voice â—hen do not blame me Shepherd if I be â—â—e to be numbred in this Companie â—â—ce none that ever saw thee yet were free Peri. Fair Shepherdess much pity I can lend â—o your Complaints but sure I shall not love 〈◊〉 that is mine my self and my best hopes â—re given already do not love him then â—hat cannot love again on other men â—estow those heats more free that may return â—ou fire for fire and in one flame equal burn Ama. Shall I rewarded be so slenderly â—or my affection most unkind of men 〈◊〉 I were old or had agreed with Art â—o give another Natâ—â—e to my Cheeks 〈◊〉 were I common Mistress to the love 〈◊〉 every Swain or could I with such ease â—â—ll back my Love as many a Wanton doth â—hou might'st refuse me Shepherd but to thee 〈◊〉 am only fixt and set let it not be 〈◊〉 Sport thou gentle Shepherd to abuse â—he love of silly Maid Peri. Fair Soul ye use â—hese words to little end for know I may â—etter call back that time was Yesterday â—r stay the coming Night than bring my Love â—ome to my self again or recreant prove 〈◊〉 will no longer hold you with delays â—his present night I have appointed been â—o meet that chaste Fair that enjoys my Soul 〈◊〉 yonder Grove there to make up our Loves â—e not deceiv'd no longer chuse again â—hese neighbouring Plains have many a comely Swain â—resher and freer far than I e'r was â—estow that love on them and let me pass â—arewel be happy in a better Choice Exit Ama. Cruel thou hast struck me deader with thy Voice â—han if the angry Heavens with their quick flames Had shot me through I must not leave to love I cannot no I must enjoy thee Boy Though the great dangers 'twixt my hopes and that Be infinite there is a Shepherd dwells Down by the Moor whose life hath ever shown More sullen Discontent than Saturns Brow When he sits frowning on the Births of Men One that doth wear himself away in loneness And never joys unless it be in breaking The holy plighted troths of mutual Souls One that lusts after ever several Beauty But never yet was known to love or like Were the face fairer or more full of truth Than Phoebe in her fulness or the youth Of smooth Lyaeus whose nigh starved flocks Are always scabby and infect all Sheep They feed withal whose Lambs are ever last And dye before their waâ—ning and whose Dog Looks like his Master lean and full of scurf Not caring for the Pipe or Whistle this man may If he be well wrought do a deed of wonder Forcing me passage to my long desires And here he comes as fitly to my purpose As my quick thoughts could wish for Enter Shepherd Shep. Fresh
is of so pure an honesty To think because he will not none will lye Or else to him I 'le slander Amoret And say she but seems chaste I 'le swear she met Me ' mongst the shady Sycamores last night And loosely offred up her flame and spright â—nto my bosom made a wanton bed Of leaves and many flowers where she spread Her willing body to be prest by me There have I carv'd her name on many a tree Together with mine own to make this show More full of seeming Hobinall you know Son to the aged Shepherd of the glen Hâ—m I have sorted out of many men To say he found us at our private sport And rouz'd us 'fore our time by his resort This to confirm I have promis'd to the boy â—â—â—y a pretty knack and many a toy As gins to catch him birds with bow and bolt To shoot at nimble Squirrels in the holt A pair of painted Buskins and a Lamb â—â—ft as his own locks or the down of swan This I have done to win ye which doth give Me double pleasure Discord makes me live Amar. Lov'd swain I thank ye these tricks might prevail With other rustick Shepherds but will fail Even once to stir much more to overthrow His fixed love from judgement who doth know Your nature my end and his chosens merit Therefore some stranger way must force his spirit Which I have found give second and my love â—s everlasting thine Sul. Try me and prove Amar. These happy pair of lovers meet straightway â—oon as they fold their flocks up with the day â—n the thick grove bordering upon yon Hill â—n whose hard side Nature hath carv'd a well And but that matchless spring which Poets know Was ne're the like to this by it doth grow About the sides all herbs which Witches use All simples good for Medicine or abuse All sweets that crown the happy Nuptial day With all their colours there the month of May â—s ever dwelling all is young and green There 's not a grass on which was ever seen The falling Autumn or cold Winters hand So full of heat and vertue is the land About this fountain which doth slowly break Below yon Mountains foot into a Creek That waters all the vally giving Fish Of many sorts to fill the Shepherds dish This holy well my grandam that is dead Right wise in charms hath often to me said Hath power to change the form of any creature Being thrice dipt o're the head into what feature Or shape 't would please the letter-down to crave Who must pronounce this charm too which she gave Me on her death-bed told me what and how I should apply unto the Patients brow That would be chang'd casting them thrice asleep Before I trusted them into this deep All this she shew'd me and did charge me prove This secret of her Art if crost in love I 'le this attempt now Shepherd I have here All her prescriptions and I will not fear To be my self dipt come my temples bind With these sad herbs and when I sleep you find As you do speak your charm thrice down me let And bid the water raise me Amoret Which being done leave me to my affair And e're the day shall quite it self out wear I will return unto my Shepherds arm Dip me again and then repeat this charm And pluck me up my self whom freely take And the hotst fire of thine affection slake Sul. And if I fit thee not then fit not me I long the truth of this wells power to see Exeunt Enter Daphnis Daph. Here will I stay for this the covert is Where I appointed Cloe do not miss Thou bright-ey'd virgin come O come my fair Be not abus'd with fâ—ar nor let cold care Of honour stay thee from the Shepherds arm Who would as hard be won to offer harm To thy chast thoughts as whiteness from the day Or yon great round to move another way My language shall be honest full of truth My flames as smooth and spotless as my youth I will not entertain that wandring thought Whose easie current may at length be brought To a loose vastness Alexis within Cloe Daph. 'T is her voyce And I must answer Cloe Oh the choice Of dear embraces chast and holy strains Our hands shall give I charge you all my veins Through which the blood and spirit take their way Lock up your disobedient heats and stay Those mutinous desires that else would grow To strong rebellion do not wilder show Than blushing modesty may entertain Alexis within Cloe Daph. There sounds that blesseds name again Enter Alexis And I will meet it let me not mistake This is some Shepherd sure I am awake What may this riddle mean I will retire To give my self more knowledg Alex. Oh my fire How thou consum'st me Cloe answer me Alexis strong Alexis high and free Calls upon Cloe. See mine arms are full Of entertainment ready for to pull That golden fruit which too too long hath hung Tempting the greedy eye thou stayest too long I am impatient of these mad delayes I must not leave unfought these many ways That lead into this center till I find Quench for my burning lust I come unkind Exit Alexis Daph. Can my imagination work me so much ill That I may credit this for truth and still Believe mine eyes or shall I firmly hold Her yet untainted and these sights but bold Illusion Sure such fancies oft have been Sent to abuse true love and yet are seen Daring to blind the vertuous thought with errour But bâ— they far from me with their fond terrour I am resolv'd my Cloe yet is true Cloe within Cloe hark Cloe Sure this voyce is new Whose shrilness like the sounding of a Bell Tells me it is a Woman Cloe tell Thy blessed name again Cloe. within Here. Oh what a grief is this to be so near And not incounter Enter Cloe. Clo. Shepherd we are met Draw close into the covert lest the wet Which falls like lazy mists upon the ground Soke through your Startups Daph. Fairest are you found How have we wandred that the better part Of this good night is perisht Oh my heart How have I long'd to meet ye how to kiss Those lilly hands how to receive the bliss That charming tongue gives to the happy ear Of him that drinks your language but I fear I am too much unmanner'd far too rude And almost grown lascivious to intrude These hot behaviours where regard of fame Honour and modesty a vertuous name And such discourse as one fair Sister may Without offence unto the Brother say Should rather have been tendred but believe Here dwells a better temper do not grieve Then ever kindest that my first salute Seasons so much of fancy I am mute Henceforth to all discourses but shall be Suiting to your sweet thoughts and modestie Indeed I will not ask a kiss of you No not to wring your fingers nor to sue To those blest pair
ready to do good to all Come near Peri. I dare not Clor. Satyr see Who it is that calls on me Sat. There at hand some Swain doth stand Stretching out a bloudy hand Peri. Come Clorin bring thy holy waters clear To wash my hand Clo. What wonders have been here Tonight stretch forth thy hand young Swain Wâ—â—â— and rub it whilest I rain Holy water Peri. Still you pour But my hand will never scower Cor. Satyr bring him to the Bower We will try the Soveraign power Of other waters Satyr Mortal sure 'T is the Blood of Maiden pure That stains thee so The Satyr leadeth him to the Bower where he spieth Amoret and kneeling down she knoweth him Peri. What e're thou be Be'st thou her spright or some divinitie That in her shape thinks good to walk this grove Pardon poor Ferigot Amor. I am thy love Thy Amoret for evermore thy love Strike once more on my naked breast I 'le prove As constant still O couldst thou love me yet How soon should I my former griefs forget Peri. So over-great with joy that you live now I am that no desire of knowing how Doth seize me hast thou still power to forgive Amo. Whilest thou hast power to love or I to live More welcome now than hadst thou never gone Astray from me Peri. And when thou lov'st alone And not I death or some lingring pain That 's worse light on me Clor. Now your stain This perhaps will cleanse again See the blood that erst did stay With the water drops away Aâ—â— the powers again are pleas'd Aâ—â— with this new knot appeas'd 〈◊〉 your hands and rise together 〈◊〉 blest that brought you hither Enter Priest and Old Shephered Clor. Go back again what ere thou art unless Sâ—â—eth Maiden thoughts possess thee do not press â—â—is hallowed ground Go Satyr take his hand And give him present trial Satyr Mortal stand â—â—l by fire I have made known Whether thou be such a one That mayst freely tread this place Hold thy hand up never was More untainted flesh than this â—â—rest he is full of bliss Clor. Then boldly speak why dost thou seek this place Priest First honour'd Virgin to behold thy face Where all good dwells that is Next for to try The truth of late report was given to me Those Shepherds that have met with foul mischance Through much neglect and more ill governance Whether the wounds they have may yet endure The open Air or stay a longer cure And lastly what the doom may be shall light Upon those guilty wretches through whose spight Aâ— this confusion fell For to this place Tâ—ou holy Maiden have I brought the race Of these offenders who have freely told Both why and by what means they gave this bold Attempt upon their lives Clor. Fume all the ground And sprinkle holy water for unsound And foul infection 'gins to fill the Air It gathers yet more strongly take a pair Of Censors fill'd with Frankincense and Mirrh Together with cold Camphyre quickly stir Thee gentle Satyr for the place begins To sweat and labour with the abhorred sins Of those offenders let them not come nigh For full of itching flame and leprosie Their very souls are that the ground goes back And shrinks to feel the sullen weight of black And so unheard of venome hie thee fast Thou holy man and banish from the chast These manlike monsters let them never more Be known upon these downs but long before The next Suns rising put them from the sight And memory of every honest wight Be quick in expedition lest the sores Of these weak Patients break into new gores Ex. Priest Per. My dear dear Amoret how happy are Those blessed pairs in whom a little jar Hath bred an everlasting love too strong For time or steel or envy to do wrong How do you feel your hurts Alas poor heart How much I was abus'd give me the smart For it is justly mine Amo. I do believe It is enough dear friend leave off to grieve And let us once more in despight of ill Give hands and hearts again Per. With better will Than e're I went to find in hottest day Cool Crystal of the Fountain to allay My eager thirst may this band never break Hear us O Heaven Amo. Be constant Per. Else Pan wreak With bouble vengeance my disloyalty Let me not dare to know the company Of men or any more behold those eyes Amo. Thus Shepherd with a kiss all envy dyes Enter Priest Priest Bright Maid I have perform'd your will the Swain In whom such heat and black rebellions 〈◊〉 gn Hath undergone your sentence and disgrace Only the Maid I have reserv'd whose face Shews much amendment many a tear doth fall In sorrow of her fault great fair recal Your heavy doom in hope of better daies Which I dare promise once again upraise Her heavy Spirit that near drowned lyes In self comsuming care that never dyes Clor. I am content to pardon call her in The Air grows cool again and doth begin To purge it self how bright the day doth show After this stormy Cloud go Satyr go And with this Taper boldly try her hand If she be pure and good and firmly stand To be so still we have perform'd a work Worthy the Gods themselves Satyr brings Amaryllis in Satyr Come forward Maiden do not lurk Nor hide your face with grief and shame Now or never get a name That may raise thee and recure All thy life that was impure Hold your hand unto the flame If thou beest a perfect dame Or hast truely vow'd to mend This pale fire will be thy friend See the Taper hurts her not Go thy wayes let never spot Henceforth seize upon thy blood Thank the Gods and still be good Cor. Young Shepherdess now ye are brought again To Virgin state be so and so remain To thy last day unless the faithful love Of some good Shepherd force thee to remove Than labour to be true to him and live As such a one that ever strives to give A bâ—â—â—â—â—d memory to after time 〈◊〉 famous for your good not for your crime 〈◊〉 holy man I offer up again 〈◊〉 patients full of health and free from pain â—â—â—p tâ—â—m f om after ills be ever near 〈…〉 actions teach them how to clear 〈…〉 â—ous way they pass through from suspect 〈…〉 from wrongâ—ng others or neglect Of 〈◊〉 in themselves correct the bloud With thirsty bâ—ts and labour let the floud Oâ— the next neigâ—bouring spring give remedy To gâ—â—â—ly thriâ—â— and travel not the tree That â—angs with wanton clusters let let not wine Unless in sacrifice or â—ites divine Be ever known of Sâ—â—pâ—â—d have a care Thou man of holy life Now do not spare Their faults through much remissness nor forget To cherish him wâ—ose many pains and swet Hath giv'n increase and added to the downs Sort all your Shepherds from the laâ—y clowns That fâ—â—d it H seâ—s in the budded Brooms Teach the young
Maidens strictness that the grooms May ever 〈◊〉 to tempt their blowing youth Banish all complements but single truth From every tongue and every Shepherds heart Let them still use perswading but no Art Thus holy Priest I wish to thee and these All the best goods and comforts that may please Alex. And all those blessings Heaven did ever give We pray upon this Bower may ever live Priest Kneel every Shâ—pherd whilest with powerful hand I bless your after labours and the Land You seed your flocks upon Great Pan defend you From misfortune and amend you Keep you from those dangers still That are followed by your will Give ye means to know at length All your riches all your strength Cannot keep your foot from falling To lewd lust that still is calling At your Cottage till his power Bring again that golden hour Of peace and rest to every soul May his care of you controul All diseases sores or pain That in after time may raign Either in your flocks or you Give ye all affections new New desires and tempers new That ye may be ever true Now rise and go and as ye pass away Sing to the God of Sheep that happy lay That honest Dorus taught ye Dorus he That was the soul and god of melodie They all Sing The SONG All ye woods and trees and bowers All you vertues and ye powers That inhabit in the lakes In the pleasant springs or brakes Move your feet To our sound Whilest we greet All this ground With his honour and his name That defends our flocks from blame He is great and he is just He is ever good and must Thus be honour'd Daffadillies Roses Pinks and loved Lillies Let us sting Whilest we sing Ever holy Ever holy Ever honour'd ever young Thus great Pan is ever sung Exeâ—â—â— Satyr Thou divinest fairest brightest Thou must powerful Maid and whitest Thou most vertuous and most blessed Eyes of stars and golden tressed Like Apollo tell me sweetest What new service now is meetest For the Satyr shall I stray In the middle Air and stay The sayling Rack or nimbly take Hold by the Moon and gently make Sute to the pale Queen of night For a beam to give thee light Shall I dive into the Sea And bring thee Coral making way Through the rising waves that fall In snowie fleeces dearest shall I catch the wanton Fawns or Flyes Whose woven wings the Summer dyes Of many colours get thee fruit Or steal from Heaven old Orpheus Lute All these I 'le venture for and more To do her service all these woods adore Clor. No other service Satyr but thy watch About these thickets lest harmless people catch Mischief or sad mischance Satyr Holy Virgin I will dance Round about these woods as quick As the breaking light and prick Down the Lawns and down the vails Faster than the Wind-mill sails So I take my leave and pray All the comforts of the day Such as Phoebus heat doth send On the earth may still be friend Thee and this arbour Cle. And to thee All thy Masters love be free Exeunt To my Friend Master JOHN FLETCHER upon his Faithfull Shepherdess I Know too well that no more than the man That travels through the burning Desarts can When he is beaten with the raging Sun Half smother'd in the dust have power to run From a cool River which himself doth find E're he be slack'd no more can he whose mind Joyes in the Muses hold from that delight When nature and his full thoughts bid him write Yet wish I those whom I for friends have known To sing their thoughts to no ears but their own Why should the man whose wit ne'r had a stain Vpon the publick Stage present his vain And make a thousand men in judgment sit To call in question his undoubted wit Scarce two of which can understand the laws Which they should judge by nor the parties cause Among the rout there is not one that hath In his own censure an explicite faith One company knowing they judgement lack Ground their belief on the next man in black Others on him that makes signs and is mute Some like as he does in the fairest fute He as his Mistress doth and she by chance Nor want there those who as the Boy doth dance Between the Acts will censure the whole Play Some if the Wax-lights be not new that day But multitudes there are whose judgement goes Headlong according to the Actors cloathes For this these publick things and I agree So all that but to do a right for thee I had not been perswaded to have hurl'd These few ill spoken lines into the world â—â—th to be read and censur'd of by those â—â—ose very reading makes Verse senseless Prose Such as must spend above an hour to spell A Challenge on a Post to know it well â—â— since it was thy hap to throw away Much wit for which the people did not pay Because they saw it not I not dislike This second publication which may strike Their consciences to see the thing they scorn'd To be with so much wit and Art adorn'd Besides one vantage more in this I see Your censurers now must have the qualitie Of reading which I am afraid is more 〈◊〉 half your shrewdest Judges had before Fr. Beaumont To the worthy Author Mr. Jo. FLETCHER THe wise and many headed Bench that sits Vpon the Life and Death of Playes and Wits Compos'd of Gamester Captain Knight Knight's man Lady or Pusill that wears mask or fan Velvet or Taffata cap rank'd in the dark With the shops Foreman or some such brave spark That may judge for his six pence had before They saw it half damn'd thy whole Play and more Their motives were since it had not to doe With vices which they look'd for and came to I that am glad thy Innocence was thy Guilt And wish that all the Muses blood were spilt In such a Martyrdome to vex their eyes Do crown thy murdred Poeme which shall rise A glorified work to Time when Fire Or mothes shall eat what all these Fools admire BEN. JONSON This Dialogue newly added was spoken by way of Prologue to both their Majesties at the first acting of this Pastoral at Somerset-house on Twelfth-night 1633. Priest A Broiling Lamb on Pans chief Altar lies My Wreath my Censor Virge and Incense by But I delay'd the pretious Sacrifice To shew thee here a Gentle Deity Nymph Nor was I to thy sacred Summons slow Hither I came as swift as th' Eagles wing Or threatning shaft from vext Dianaes bow To see this Islands God the worlds best King Priest Bless then that Queen that doth his eyes invite And ears t' obey her Scepter half this night Nymph Let 's sing such welcomes as shall make Her sway Seem easie to Him though it last till day Welcom as Peace t'unwalled Cities when Famine and Sword leave them more graves than men As Spring to Birds or Noon-dayes Sun to th' old
thy self too Emp. I fear no loss but love I stand above it Luci. Call in your Lady Bawds and guilded Pander's And let them triumph too and sing to Caesar Lucina's faln the chast Lucina's conquer'd Gods what a wretched thing has this man made me For I am now no wife for Maximus No company for women that are vertuous No familie I now can claim nor Country Nor name but Caesar's whore O sacred Caesar For that should be your title was your Empire Your Rods and Axes that are types of Justice Those fires that ever burn to beg you blessings The peoples adoration fear of Nations What victory can bring ye home what else The usefull Elements can make your servants Even light it self and suns of light truth Justice Mercy and starlike pietie sent to you And from the gods themselves to ravish women The curses that I owe to Enemies Even those the Sabines sent when Romulus As thou hast me ravish'd their noble Maids Made more and heavier light on thee Emp. This helps not Luci. The sins of Tarquin be remember'd in thee And where there has a chast wife been abus'd Let it be thine the shame thine thine the slaughter And last for ever thine the fear'd example Where shall poor vertue live now I am faln What can your honours now and Empire make me But a more glorious Whore Emp. A better woman But if ye will be blind and scorn it who can help it Come leave these lamentations they do nothing But make a noyse I am the same man still Were it to do again therefore be wiser By all this holy light I should attempt it Ye are so excellent and made to ravish There were no pleasure in ye else Luci. Oh villain Emp. So bred for mans amazement that my reason And every help to hold me right has lost me The God of love himself had been before me Had he but power to see ye tell me justly How can I choose but err then if ye dare Be mine and only mine for ye are so pretious I envie any other should enjoy ye Almost look on ye and your daring husband Shall know h 'as kept an offring from the Empire Too holy for his Altars be the mightiest More than my self I 'le make it if ye will not Sit down with this and silence for which wisdom Ye shall have use of me and much honour ever And be the same you were if ye divulge it Know I am far above the faults I do And those I do I am able to forgive too And where your credit in the knowledge of it May be with gloss enough suspected mine Is as mine own command shall make it Princes though they be sometime subject to loose whispers Yet wear they two edged swords for open censures Your husband cannot help ye nor the Souldier â—our husband is my creature they my weapons And only where I bid 'em strike I feed 'em Nor can the Gods be angry at this action For as they make me moâ— they mean me happiest Which I had never been without this pleasure Consider and farewell you 'l find your women At home before ye â—â—ey have had some sport too But are more thankful for it Exit Emperour Luci. Destruction find thee Now which way must I go my honest house Will shake to shelter me my husband flee me My Family because they are honest and desire to be so Must not endure me not a neighbour know me What woman now dare see me without blushes And pointing as I pass there there behold her Look on her little Children that is she That handsome Lady mark O my sad fortunes Is this the end of goodness this the price Oâ— all my early prayers to protect me Why then I see there is no God but power Nor vertue now alive that cares for us But what is either lame or sensual How had I been thus wretched else Enter Maximus and Aecius Aeci. Let Titius Command the company that Pontius lost And see the Fosses deeper Max. How now sweet heart What make you here and thus Aeci. Lucina weeping This must be much offence Max. Look up and tell me Why are you thus My Ring O friend I have found it Ye are at Court sweet Luci. Yes this brought me hither Max. Rise and goe home I have my fears Aecius Oh my best friend I am ruin'd go Lucina Already in thy tears I have read thy wrongs Already found a Caesar go thou Liâ—ly Thou sweetly drooping flower go silver Swan And sing thine own sad requiem goe Lucina And if thou dar'st outlive this wrong Luci. I dare not Aeci. Is that the Ring ye lost Max. That that Aecius That cursed Ring my self and all my fortunes 'Thas pleas'd the Emperour my noble master For all my services and dangers for him To make me mine own Pander was this justice Oh my Aecius have I liv'd to bear this Luci. Farewel for ever Sir Max. That 's a sad saying But such a one becomes ye well Lucina And yet me thinks we should not part so lightly Our loves have been of longer growth more rooted Than the sharp word of one farewel can scatter Kiss me I find no Caesar here these lips Taste not of Ravisher in my opinion Was it not so Luc. O yes Max. I dare believe thee For thou wert ever truth it self and sweetness Indeed she was Aecius Aecius So she is still Max. Once more O my Lucina O my Comfort The blessing of my Youth the life of my life Aecius I have seen enough to stagger my obedience Hold me ye equal Gods this is too sinful Max. Why wert thou chosen out to make a Whore of To me thou wert too chaste fall Crystal Fountains And ever feed your streams you rising sorrows Till you have dropt your Mistris into Marble Now go for ever from me Luc. Long farewel Sir And as I have been loyal gods think on me Max. Stay let me once more bid farewel Lucina Farewel thou excellent example of us Thou staâ—y Vertue fare thee well seek Heaven And there by Cassiopea shine in Glory We are too base and dirty to preserve thee Aecius Nay I must kiss too such a kiss again And from a Woman of soâ—e a Vertue Aecius must not take Farewel thou Phoenix If thou wilt dye Lucina which well weigh'd If you can cease a while from these strange thoughts I wish were rather alter'd Luc. No. Aecius Mistake not I would not stain your honour for the Empire Nor any way decline you to discredit 'T is not my fair profession but a Villains I find and feel your loss as deep as you do And am the same Aecius still as honest The same life I have still for Maximus The same Sword wear for you where Justice wills me And 't is no dull one therefore misconceive me not Only I would have you live a little longer But a short year Max. She must not Luc. Why so long Sir Am I not grey enough
'em into nothing and if thou Thou let'st a look fall of the least dislike I 'll rip thy Crown up with my Sword at height And pluck thy skin over thy face in sight Of him thou flatter'st unto thee I speak it Slave against whom all Laws should now conspire And every Creature that hath sense be arm'd As ' gainst the common Enemy of Mankind That sleep'st within thy Masters Ear and whisper'st 'T is better for him to be fear'd than lov'd Bid'st him trust no mans friendship spare no blood That may secure him 't is no cruelty That hath a specious end for Soveraignty Break all the Laws of kind if it succeed An honest noble and praise-worthy deed While he that takes thy poysons in shall feel Their virulent workings in a point of time When no Repentance can bring aid but all His spirits shall melt with what his Conscience burn'd And dying in flatterers arms shall fall unmourn'd There 's matter for you now Lat. My Lord this makes not for loving of my Master Aub. Loving no They hate ill Princes most that make them so Enter Rollo Hamond Allan Guard Rol. I 'll hear no more Ham. Alas 't is for my Brother I beseech your Highness Rol. How a Brother had not Lone my self did title Move me when it was fit that he should dye away All. Brother lose no word more leave my good Cause T' upbraid the Tyrant I 'm glad I 'm faln Now in those times that will'd some great example T' assure men we can dye for honesty Rol. Sir you are brave 'pray that you hold your neck As bravely forth anon unto your Headsman All. Would he would strike as bravely and thou by Rollo 't would make thee quake to see me dye Aub. What 's his offence Ham For giving Gisbert burial who was sometimes his Master All. Yes Lord Aubrey My gratitude and humanity are my crimes Rol. Why bear you him not hence Aub. My Lord stay Souldiers I do beseech your Highness do not lose Such men for such slight causes This is one Has still been faithful to you a try'd soul In all your fathers Battles I have seen him Bestride a friend against a score of Foes And look he looks as he would kill his hundred For you Sir were you in some danger All. Till he kill'd his Brother his Chancellour then his Master to which he can add nought to equal Nero But killing of his Mother Aub. Peace brave Fool Thou valiant Ass here is his Brother too Sir A Captain of your Guard hath serv'd you long With the most noble witness of his truth Mark'd in his face and every part about him That turns not from an enemy But view him Oh do not grieve him Sir if you do mean That he shall hold his place it is not safe To tempt such spirits and let them wear their Swords You 'll make your Guards your terrours by these Acts And throw more hearts off from you than you hold And I must tell you Sir with my old freedom And my old faith to boot you have not liv'd so But that your state will need such men such hands Of which here 's one shall in an hour of tryal Do you more certain service with a stroke Than the whole bundle of your flatterers With all the unsavory unction of their tongues Rol. Peace talker Aub. One that loves you yet my Lord And would not see you pull on your own ruines Mercy becomes a Prince and guards him best Awe and affrights are never tyes of Love And when men begin to fear the Prince they hate him Rol. Am I the Prince or you Aub. My Lord I hope I have not utter'd ought should urge that question Rol. Then practise your obedience see him dead Aub. My Lord Rol. I 'll hear no more Aub. I 'm sorry then there 's no small despair Sir of their Safety whose ears are blockt up against truth come captain Ham. I thank you Sir Aub. For what for seeing thy brother die a man and honest Live thou so Captain I will assure thee Although I die for 't too come Ex. all but Rol. Lat. Rol. Now Latorch what do you think Lat. That Aubrey's speech and manners sound somewhat of the boldest Rol. 'T is his custome Lat. It may be so and yet be worth a fear Rol. If we thought so it should be worth his life and quickly too Lat. I dare not Sir be authour Of what I would be 't is so dangerous But with your Highness favour and your licence Rol. He talks 't is true he is licens'd leave him We now are Duke alone Latorch secur'd Nothing left standing to obscure our prospect We look right forth beside and round about us And see it ours with pleasure only one Wish'd joy there wants to make us to possess it And that is Edith Edith she that got me In blood and tears in such an opposite minute As had I not at once felt all the flames And shafts of Love shot in me his whole armory I should have thought him as far off as Death Lat. My Lord expect a while your happiness Is nearer than you think it yet her griefs Are green and fresh your vigilant Latorch Hath not been idle I have leave already To visit her and send to her Rol. My life Lat. And if I find not out as speedy ways And proper instruments to work and bring her To your fruition that she be not watch'd Fame to your Highness wish say you have no servant Is capable of such a trust about you Or worthy to be Secretary of your pleasure Rol. Oh my Latorch what shall I render thee For all thy travels care and love Lat. Sir one suit which I will ever importune till you grant me Rol. About your Mathematicians Lat. Yes to have The Scheme of your Nativity judg'd by them I have 't already erected O my Lord You do not know the labour of my fears My doubts for you are such as cannot hope Any security but from the Stars Who being rightly ask'd can tell man more Than all power else there being no power beyond them Rol. All thy petitions still are care of us Ask for thy self Lat. What more can concern me than this Rol. Well rise true honest man and go then We 'l study our selves a means how to reward thee Lat. Your grace is now inspir'd now now your highness Begins to live from this hour count your joyes But Sir I must have warrants with blanks figur'd To put in names such as I like Rol. You shall Lat. They dare not else offer Sir at your figure Oh I shall bring you wonders there 's a Frier Rusee an admirable man another A Gentleman and then Lafiske The mirrour of his time 't was he that set it But there 's one Norbret him I never saw Has made a mirrour a meer Looking-glass In shew you 'ld think 't no other the form oval As I am given to understand by letter
strength to touch him Rol. I prethee look upon me turn not from me Alas I do confess I 'me made of mischiefs Begot with all mans miseries upon me But see my sorrows maid and do not thou Whose only sweetest sacrifice is softness Whose true condition tenderness of nature Edi. My anger melts Oh I shall lose my justice Rol. Do not thou learn to kill with cruelty As I have done to murther with thy eyes Those blessed eyes as I have done with malice When thou hast wounded me to death with scorn As I deserve it Lady for my true love When thou hast loaden me with earth for ever Take heed my sorrows and the stings I suffer Take heed my nightly dreams of death and horrour Pursue thee not no time shall tell thy griefs then Nor shall an hour of joy adde to thy beauties Look not upon me as I kill'd thy Father As I was smear'd in blood do not thou hate me But thus in whiteness of my wash't repentance In my hearts tears and truth of love to Edith In my fair life hereafter Edi. He will fool me Rol. Oh with thine Angel eyes behold and close me Of Heaven we call for mercy and obtain it To Justice for our right on Earth and have it Of thee I beg for love save me and give it Edi. Now heaven thy help or I am gone for ever His tongue has turn'd me into melting pity Enter Hamond and Guard Ham. Keep the doors safe and upon pain of death Let no man enter till I give the word Guard We shall Sir Exeunt Ham. Here he is in all his pleasure I have my wish Rol. How now why dost thou stare so Edi. A help I hope Rol. What dost thou here who sent thee Ham. My Brother and the base malicious Office Thou mad'st me do to Aubrey pray Rol. Pray Ham. Pray pray if thou canst pray I shall kill thy soul else Pray suddenly Rol. Thou can'st not be so trayterous Ham. It is a Justice stay Lady For I perceive your end a womans hand Must not rob me of vengeance Edi. 'T is my glory Ham. 'T is mine stay and share with me by the gods Rollo There is no way to save thy life Rol. No Ham. No it is so monstrous no repentance cures it Rol. Why then thou shalt kill her first and what this blood Will cast upon thy cursed head Ham. Poor Guard Sir Edi. Spare not brave Captain Rol. Fear or the Devil has thee Ham. Such fear Sir as you gave your honor'd Mother When your most vertuous Brother shield-like held her Such I 'le give you put her away Rol. I will not I will not die so tamely Ham. Murtherous villain wilt thou draw seas of blood upon thee Edi. Fear not kill him good Captain any way dispatch Him my body 's honor'd with that sword that through me Sends his black soul to Hell Oh but for one hand Ham. Shake him off bravely Edi. He 's too strong strike him Ham. Oh am I with you Sir now keep you from him What has he got a knife Edi. Look to him Captain for now he will be mischievous Ham. Do you smile Sir Do's it so tickle you have at you once more Edi. Oh bravely thrust take heed he come not in Sir To him again you give him too much respite Rol. Yet will you save my life and I 'le forgive thee And give thee all all honours all advancements Call thee my friend Ed. Strike strike and hear him not His tongue will tempt a Saint Rol. Oh for my soul sake Edi. Save nothing of him Ham. Now for your farewel Are you so wary take you that Rol. Thou that too Oh thou hast kill'd me basely basely basely Dyes Edi. The just reward of murther falls upon thee How do you Sir has he not hurt you Ham. No I feel not any thing Aub. I charge you let us passe within Gua. You cannot yet Sir Aub. I 'le make way then Gua. We are sworn to our Captain and till he give the word Enter Sophia Matilda Aubrey Lords and attendants Ham. Now let them in there Sop. Oh here he lies Sorrow on sorrow seeks me Oh in his blood he lyes Aub. Had you spoke sooner This might have been prevented Take the Dutchess And lead her off this is no sight for her eyes Mat. Oh bravely done wench Edi. There stands the noble doer Mat. My honour ever seek thee for thy justice Oh 't was a deed of high and brave adventure A justice even for heaven to envy at Farewel my sorrows and my tears take truce My wishes are come round Oh bloody Brother Till this hour never beauteous till thy life Like a full sacrifie for all thy mischiefs Flow'd from thee in these rivers never righteous Oh how my eyes are quarri'd with their joys now My longing heart even leaping out for lightness But dye thy black sins with thee I forgive thee Aub. Who did this deed Ham. I and I 'le answer it Dies Edi. He faints oh that same cursed knife has kill'd him Aub. How Edi. He snatch'd it from my hand for whom I bore it And as they grappl'd Aub. Justice is ever equal Had it not been on him th'adst dy'd too honest Did you know of his death Edi. Yes and rejoyce in 't Aub. I 'me sorry for your youth then though the strictness Of Law shall not fall on you that of life Must presently go to a Cloyster carry her And there for ever lead your life in penitence Edi. Best Father to my soul I give you thanks Sir And now my fair revenges have their ends My vows shall be my kin my prayers my friends Exit Enter Latorch and Juglers Lat. Stay there I 'le step in and prepare the Duke Nor. We shall have brave rewards Fis That is without question Lat. By this time where 's my hussing friend Lord Aubrey Where 's that good Gentleman oh I could laugh now And burst my self with meer imagination A wise man and a valiant man a just man To suffer himself be juggl'd out of the world By a number of poor Gipseys farewel Swash buckler For I know thy mouth is cold enough by this time A hundred of ye I can shave as neatly And ne'r draw bloud in shew now shall my honour My power and vertue walk alone my pleasure Observ'd by all all knees bend to my worship All sutes to me as Saint of all their fortunes Prefer'd and crowded to what full place of credit And what place now your Lordship no 't is common But that I 'le think to morrow on now for my business Aub. Who 's there Lat. Dead my Master dead Aubrey alive too Gua. Latorch Sir Aub. Seize his body Lat. My Master dead Aub. And you within this half hour Prepare your self good Devil you must to it Millions of gold shall not redeem thy mischief Behold the Justice of thy practice villain The mass of murthers thou hast drawn upon us Behold thy doctrine you
poverty wench you must learn a wise rule Look not upon the youths of men and making How they descend in bloud nor let their tongues Though they strike suddainly and sweet as musick Corrupt thy fancy see and say them fair too But ever keep thy self without their distance Unless the love thou swallow be a pill Gilded to hide the bitterness it brings Then fall on without fear wench yet so wisely That one encounter cloy him not nor promise His love hath made thee more his than his monies Learn this and thrive Then let thine honour ever For that 's the last rule be so stood upon That men may fairly see 'T is want of means not vertue makes thee fall And if you weep 't will be a great deal better And draw on more compassion which includes A greater tenderness of love and bounty This is enough at once digest it well Go let him in wench if he promise profit Not else Enter Julio O you are welcome my fair Servant Upon my troth I have been longing for ye Wom. This by her rule should be a liberal man I see the best on 's may learn every day Lel. There 's none come with you Jul. No. Lel. You do the wiser For some that have been here I name no man Out of their malice more than truth have done me Some few ill offices Jul. How Sweet Lel. Nay nothing Only have talkt a little wildly of me As their unruly Youth directed 'em Which though they bite me not I would have wisht Had light upon some other that deserv'd ' em Jul. Though she deserve this of the loosest tongue Which makes my sin the more I must not see it Such is my misery I would I knew him Lel. No no let him go He is not worth your anger I must chide you For being such a stranger to your Mistriss Why would you be so Servant Jul. I should chide If chiding would work any thing upon you For being such a stranger to your Servant I mean to his desires when my dear Mistress Shall I be made a happy man Lel. Fye Servant What do you mean unhand me or by Heav'n I shall be very angry this is rudeness Jul. 'T was but a kiss or two that thus offends you Lel. 'T was more I think than you have warrant for Jul. I am sorry I deserv'd no more Lel. You may But not this rough way Servant we are tender And ought in all to be respected so If I had been your Horse or Whore you might Back me with this intemperance I thought You had lov'd as worthy men whose fair affections Seek pleasures warranted not pull'd by violence Do so no more Jul. I hope you are not angry Lel. I should be with another man I am sure That durst appear but half thus violent Jul. I did not mean to ravish ye Lel. You could not Jul. You are so willing Lel. How Jul. Methinks this shadow If you had so much shame as fits a woman At least of your way Mistriss long e're this Had been laid off to me that understand ye Lel. That understand me Sir ye understand Nor shall no more of me than modesty Will without fear deliver to a stranger You understand I am honest else I tell ye Though you were better far than Julio You and your understanding are two fools But were we Saints thus we are still rewarded I see that Woman had a pretty catch on 't That had made you the Master of a kindness She durst not answer openly O me How easily we Women may be cozen'd I took this Julio as I have a faith This young Dissembler with the sober Vizard For the most modest temper'd Gentleman The coolest quietest and best Companion For such an one I could have wish'd a Woman Jul. You have wish'd me ill enough o' conscience Make me no worse for shame I see the more I work by way of service to obtain ye You work the more upon me Tell me truly While I am able to believe a Woman For if you use me thus that faith will perish What is your end and whither you will pull me Tell me but tell me that I may not start at And have a cause to curse ye Lel. Bless me goodness To curse me did you say Sir let it be For too much loving you then such a curse Kill me withal and I shall be a Martyr You have found a new way to reward my doting And I confess a fit one for my folly For you your self if you have good within ye And dare be Master of it know how dearly This heart hath held you ever Oh good Heaven That I had never seen that false mans eyes That dares reward me thus with fears and curses Nor never heard the sweetness of that tongue That will when this is known yet cozen women Curse me good Julio curse me bitterly I do deserve it for my confidence And I beseech thee if thou hast a goodness Or power yet in thee to confirm thy wishes Curse me to earth for what should I do here Like a decaying flower still withering Under his bitter words whose kindly heat Should give my poor heart life No curse me Julio Thou canst not do me such a benefit As that and well done that the Heav'ns may hear it Jul. O fair tears were you but as chast as subtil Like Bones of Saints you would work miracles What were these women to a man that knew not The thousand thousand ways of their deceiving What riches had he found O he would think Himself still dreaming of a blessedness That like continual spring should flourish ever For if she were as good as she is seeming Or like an Eagle could renew her vertues Nature had made another world of sweetness Be not so griev'd sweet Mistriss what I said You do or should know was but passion Pray wipe your eyes and kiss me take these trifles And wear them for me which are only rich When you will put them on indeed I love ye Beshrew my sick heart if I grieve not for ye Lel. Will you dissemble still I am a fool And you may easily rule me if you flatter The sin will be your own Jul. You know I do not Lel. And shall I be so childish once again After my late experience of your spight To credit you you do not know how deep Or if you did you would be kinder to me This bitterness of yours has struck my heart Jul. I pray no more Lel. Thus you would do I warrant If I were married to you Jul. Married to me Is that your end Lel. Yes is not that the best end And as all hold the noblest way of love Why do you look so strange Sir do not you Desire it should be so Jul. Stay Lel. Answer me Jul. Farewel Exit Julio Lel. I are you there are all these tears lost then Am I so overtaken by a fool In my best days and tricks my wise fellow I 'll
pleasures as the ravish'd soul Gives to the sences So my charms have took Keep her you powers divine whilst I contemplate Upon the wealth and beauty of her mind She is only fair and constant only kind And only to thee Jasper Oh my joyes Whither will you transport me let not fulness Of my poor buried hopes come up together And over-charge my spirits I am weak Some say how ever ill the Sea and Women Are govern'd by the Moon both ebb and flow Both full of changes yet to them that know And truly judge these but opinions are And heresies to bring on pleasing War Between our tempers that without these were Both void of after-love and present fear Which are the best of Cupid O thou child Bred from despair I dare not entertain thee Having a love without the faults of Women And greater in her perfect goods thâ—n men Which to make good and please my self the stronger Though certainly I am certain of her love I 'll try her that the world and memory May sing to after-times her constancy Luce. Luce awake Luce why do you fright me friend With those distempered looks what makes your sword Drawn in your hand who hath offended you I prethee Jasper sleep thou art wild with watching Jasp Come make your way to Heaven and bid the world With all the villanies that stick upon it Farewell you 're for another life Luce. Oh Jasper How have my tender years committed evil Especially against the man I love Thus to be cropt untimely Jasp Foolish girl Canst thou imagine I could love his daughter That flung me from my fortune into nothing Discharged me his service shut the doors Upon my poverty and scorn'd my prayers Sending me like a boat without a malt To sink or swim Come by this hand you dye I must have life and blood to satisfie Your fathers wrongs Wife Away George away raise the Watch at Ludgate and bring a Mitrimus from the Justice for this desperate Villain Now I charge you Gentlemen see the Kings peace kept O my heart what a varlet 's this to offer Man-slaughter upon the harmless Gentlewoman Cit. I warrant thee sweet heart we 'll have him hampered Luce. Oh Jasper be not cruel If thou wilt kill me smile and do it quickly And let not many deaths appear before me I am a woman made of fear and love A weak weak woman kill not with thy eyes They shoot me through and through Strike I am ready And dying still I love thee Enter Merchant Humphrey and his Men. Merch. Where abouts Jasp No more of this now to my self again Hum. There there he stands with Sword like martial Knight Drawn in his hand therefore beware the fight You that are wise for were I good Sir Bevis I would not stay his coming by your leaves Merc. Sirrah restore my daughter Jasp Sirrah no. Merch. Upon him then Wife So down with him down with him down with him cut him i' the leg boyes cut him i'th'leg Merc. Come your ways Minion I 'll provide a Cage for you you 're grown so tame Horse her away Hum. Truly I 'm glad your forces have the day Exeunt Jasp They are gone and I am hurt my Love is lost manet Jasper Never to get again Oh me unhappy Bleed bleed and dye I cannot Oh my folly Thou hast betray'd me Hope where art thou sled Tell me if thou be'st any where remaining Shall I but see my love again Oh no! She will not dain to look upon her Butcher Nor is fit she should yet I must venter Oh chance or fortune or what ere thou art That men adore for powerful hear my cry And let me loving live or loosing dye Wife Is a gone George Cit. I conny Wife Marry and let him go sweet heart by the faith a my body a has put me into such a fright that I tremble as they say as 't were an Aspine leaf look a my little finger George how it shakes now in truth every member of my body is the worse for 't Cit. Come hug in mine arms sweet Mouse he shall not fright thee any more alass mine own dear heart how it quirers Entâ—â— Mistris Merry-thought Rafe Michael Squire Dwarfe Host and a Tapster Wife O Rafe how dost thou Rafe how hast thou slept to night has the Knight us'd thee well Cit. Peace Nell let Rafe alone Tapst Master the reckoning is not paid Rafe Right courteous Knight who for the orders sake Which thou hast tane hang'st out the holy Bell As I this flaming Pestle bear about We render thanks to your puissant self Your beauteous Lady and your gentle Squires For thus refreshing of our wearied limbs Stifned with hard atchievements in wild Desart Tapst Sir there is twelve shillings to pay Rafe Thou merry Squire Tapstero thanks to thee For comforting our souls with double Jug And if adventurous Fortune prick thee forth Thou jovial Squire to follow seats of Arms Take heed thou tender every Ladies cause Every true Knight and every Damsel fair But spill the blood of treacherous Sarazens And false inchanters that with Magick spels Have done to death full many a noble Knight Host Thou valiant Knight of the burning Pestle give ear to me there is twelve shillings to pay and as I am a true Knight I will not bate a penny Wife George I prethee tell me must Rafe pay twelve shillings now Cit. No Nel no nothing but the old Knight is merry with Rafe Wife O is' t nothing else Rafe will be as merry as he Rafe Sir Knight this mirth of yours becomes you well But to requite this liberal courtesie If any of your Squires will follow Arms He shall receive from my Heroick hand A Knighthood by the virtue of this Pestle Host Fair Knight I thank you for your noble offer Therefore gentle Knight Twelve shillings you must pay or I must cap you Wife Look George did not I tell thee as much the Knight of the Bell is in earnest Rafe shall not be beholding to him give him his money George and let him go snick up Cit. Cap Rafe no hold your hand sir Knight of the Bell there 's your Money have you any thing to say to Rafe now cap Rafe Wife I would you should know it Rafe has friends that will not suffer him to be capt for ten times so much and ten times to the end of that now take thy course Rafe M. mer. Come Michael thou and I will go home to thy father he hath enough left to keep us a day or two and we 'll set fellows abroad to cry our Purse and Casket Shall we Michael Mich. I I pray mother in truth my feot are full of chilblains with travelling Wife Faith and those chilblaines are a foul trouble Mistris Merry-thought when your youth comes home let him rub all the soles of his feet and his heels and his ankles with a Mouseskin or if none of your can catch a Mouse when he goes
doubt Marc. If I can Sir Rod. Why should such plants as you are pleasure children That owe their blushing years to gentle objects Tenderly bred and brought up in all fulness Desire the stubborn wars Marc. In those 't is wonder That make their ease their god and not their honor But noble General my end is other Desire of knowledge Sir and hope of tying Discretion to my time which only shews me And not my years a man and makes that more Which we call handsome the rest is but Boys beauty And with the Boy consum'd Rod. Ye argue well Sir Mar. Nor do I wear my youth as they wear breeches For object but for use my strength for danger Which is the liberal part of man not dalliance The wars must be my Mistress Sir Rod. Oh Signior You 'll find her a rough wench Mar. When she is won once She 'll show the sweeter Sir Rod. You can be pleas'd though Sometimes to take a tamer Mar. 'T is a truth Sir So she be handsome and not ill condition'd Rod. A Soldier should not be so curious Marc. I can make shift with any for a heat Sir Rod. Nay there you wrong your youth too and however You are pleas'd to appear to me which shews well Signior A tougher soul than your few years can testifie Yet my young Sir out of mine own experience When my spring was I am able to confute ye And say y' had rather come to th' shock of eies And boldly march up to your Mistriss mouth Then to the Cannons Mar. That 's as their lading is Sir Rod. There be Trenches Fitter and warmer for your years and safer Than where the bullet plaies Mar. Ther 's it I doubt Sir Rod. You 'll easily find that faith But come be liberal What kind of Woman could you make best wars with Mar. They are all but heavy marches Rod. Fie Marckantonio Beauty in no more reverence Mar. In the Sex Sir I honor it and next to honor love it For there is only beauty and that sweetness That was first meant for modesty sever it And put it in one woman it appears not 'T is of too rare a nature she too gross To mingle with it Rod. This is a meer heresie Marc. Which makes 'em ever mending for that gloss That cozens us for beauty is but bravery An outward shew of things well set no more For heavenly beauty is as heaven it self Sir Too excellent for object and what is seen Is but the vail then airy clouds grant this It may be seen 't is but like stars in twinklings Rod. 'T was no small study in their Libraries Brought you to this experience But what think ye Of that fair red and white which we call Beauty Mar. Why 't is our creature Sir we give it 'em Because we like those colours else 't is certain A blew face with a motley nose would do it And be as great a beauty so we lov'd it That we cannot give which is only beauty Is a fair Mind Rod. By this rule all our choices Are to no ends Marc. Except the dull end Doing Rod. Then all to you seem equal Marc. Very true Sir And that makes equal dealing I love any That 's worth love Rod. How long love ye Signior Marc. Till I have other business Rod. Do you never Love stedfastly one woman Mar. 'T is a toil Sir Like riding in one rode perpetually It offers no variety Rod. Right youth He must needs make a Soldier nor do you think One Woman can love one man Mar. Yes that may be Though it appear not often they are things ignorant And therefore apted to that superstition Of doting fondness yet of late years Signior That worlds well mended with 'em fewer are found now That love at lenghth and to the right mark all Stir now as as the time stirs fame and fashion Are ends they aim at now and to make that love That wiser ages held ambition They that cannot reach this may love by Index By every days surveying who best promises Who has done best who may do and who mended May come to do again who appear nearest Either in new stampt clothes or courtesies Done but from hand to mouth neither nor love they these things Longer than new are making nor that succession Beyond the next fair feather Take the City There they go to 't by gold weight no gain from 'em All they can work by fire and water to 'em Profit is all they point at if there be love 'T is shew'd ye by so dark a light to bear out The bracks and old stains in it that ye may purchase French Velvet better cheap all loves are endless Rod. Faith if you have a Mistriss would she heard you Mar. 'T were but the vent'ring of my place or swearing I meant it but for argument as Schoolmen Dispute high questions Rod. What a world is this When young men dare determine what those are Age and the best experience ne'r could aim at Marc. They were thick ey'd then Sir now the print is bigger And they may read their fortunes without spectacles Rod Did you ne'r love Mar. Faith yes once after supper And the sit held till midnight Rod. Hot or shaking Mar. To say true both Rod. How did ye rid it Mar. Thus Sir I laid my hand upon my heart and blest me And then said over certain charms I had learn'd Against mad dogs for love and they are all one Last thought upon a windmil and so slept And was well ever after Rod. A rare Physitian What would your practise gain ye Mar. The wars ended I mean to use my Art and have these fools Cut in the head like Cats to save the kingdom Another Inquisition Rod. So old a Soldier Out of the wars I never knew yet practised Mar. I shall mend every day but noble General Believe this but as this you nam'd discourses Rod. Oh ye are a cunning Gamester Mar. Mirths and toys To cosin time withal for o' my troth Sir I can love I think well too well enough And think as well of women as they are Pretty fantastick things some more regardful And some few worth a service I am so honest I wish 'em all in heaven and you know how hard Sir 'T will be to get in there with their great farthingals Rod. Well Marcantonio I would not loose thy company For the best Galley I command Marc. Faith General If these discourses please ye I shall fit ye Once every day Knock within Rod. Thou canst not please me better hark they call Below to dinner ye are my Cabbin guest My bosom 's so you please Sir Marc. Your poor Servant Exeunt Scaena Quarta Enter second Host and his Wife Host Let 'em have meat enough Woman half a Hen There be old rotten Pilchards put 'em off too 'T is but a little new anointing of ' em And a strong onion that confounds the stink Host They call for more Sir Host Knock
again I know you will do so and well you may For there is nothing in 'em that 's worth A glance I loath my self and am become Another Woman One methinks with whom I want acquaintance Leu. If I do offend thee I can be gone And though I love thy sight so highly do I prize thine own content that I will leave thee Bac. Nay you may stay now You should have gone before I know not now Why I should fear you All I should have kept Is stol'n Nor is it in the power of man To rob me farther if you can invent Spare not No naked man fears robbing less Than I doe now you may for ever stay Leu. Why I could do thee farther wrong Bac. You have a deeper reach in evill than I 'T is past my thoughts Leu. And past my will to act but trust me I could do it Bac. Good Sir do that I may know there is a wrong beyond what you have done me Leu. I could tell all the world what thou hast done Bac. Yes you may tell the world And do you think I am so vain to hope You will not you can tell the world but this That I am a widow full of tears in shew My Husband dead And one that lov'd me so Hardly a week forgot my modestie And caught with youth and greatness Gave my self to live in sin with you This you may tell And this I do deserve Leu. Why dost thou think me so base to tell These limbs of mine shall part From one another on a wrack Ere I disclose But thou dost utter words That much afflict me you did seem as ready Sweet Bacha as my self Bac. You are right a man when they have ' witcht us into miserie poor innocent souls They lay the fault on us But be it so for Prince Leucippus sake I will bear any thing Leucip. Come weep no more I wrought thee to it it was my fault Nay see if thou wilt leave Here take this pearl Kiss me sweet Bacha and receive this purse Bacha What should I do with these they will not deck my mind Leucip. Why keep 'em to remember me I must be gone I have been absent long I know the Duke my Father is in rage But I will see thee suddenly again Farewell my Bacha Bacha Gods keep you Do you here Sir pray give me a point to wear Leu. Alas good Bacha take on I pray thee where thou wilt Bac. Coming from you This Point is of as high Esteem with me as all pearl and gold nothing but good be ever with or near you Leu. Fare thee well mine own good Bacha I will make all haste Exit Bacha Just as you are a Dosen I steem you No more does he think I would prostitute My self for love it was the love of these pearls And gold that won me I confess I lust more after him than any other And would at any rate if I had store Purchase his fellowship but being poor I 'll both enjoy his bodie and his purse And he a Prince nere think my self the worse Enter Leontius Leucippus Ismenus Timantus Leon. Nay you must back and shew us what it is That ' witches you out of your Honor thus Bacha Who 's that Tima. Look there Sir Leon Lady never flye you are betray'd Bacha Leave me my tears a while And to my Just rage give a little place What saucy man are you that without leave Enter upon a Widows mournfull house You hinder a dead man from many tears Who did deserve more than the world can shed Though they should weep themselves to Images If not for love of me yet of your self Away for you can bring no comforts to me But you may carry hence you know not what Nay sorrow is infectious Leon. Thou thy self Art grown infectious wouldst thou know my name I am the Duke father to this young-man Whom thou corrupt'st Bacha Has he than told him all Leue. You do her wrong Sir Bacha O he has not told Sir I beseech you pardon My wild tongue directed by a weak distemper'd head Madded with â—rief Alas I did not know You were my Sovereign but now you may Command my poor unworthy life Which wâ—ll be none I hopâ— ere long Leon. All thy dissembling will never hide thy shame And wer 't not more respecting Woman-hood in General than any thing in thee thou shouldst Be made such an example that posteritie When they would speak most bitterly should say Thou art as impâ—dent as Bacha was Bacha Sir though you be my King whom I will Serve in all just causes yet when wrongfully You seek to take my Honor I will rise Thus and defie you for it is a Jewell Dearer than you can give which whilst I keep Though in this lowly house I shall esteem My self above the Princes of the earth That are without it If the Prince your son Whom you accuse me with know how to speak Dishonor of me if he do not do it The plagues of hell light on him may he never Govern this Kingdome here I chalenge him Before the face of heaven my Liege and these To speak the worst he can if he will lye To lose a womans fame I 'll say he is Like you I think I cannot call him worse He 's dead that with his life would have defended My reputation and I forct to play That which I am the foolish woman And use my liberal tongue Leu. Is' t possible we men are children in our Carriages compar'd with women ' wake thy self For shame and leave not her whose honor thou Shou'dst keep safe as thine own alone to free her self But I am prest I know not how with guilt And feel my conscience never us'd to lye Loth to allow my tongue to add a lye To that too much I did but it is lawfull To defend her that only for my Love lov'd evill Leon. Tell me why did you Leucip stay here so long Leu. If I can urge ought from me but a truth hell Take me Leon. What 's the matter why speak you not Tima. Alas good Sir forbear To urge the Prince you see his shamefastness Bacha What does he say Sir if thou be a Prince Shew it and tell the truth Ismen If you have lain with her tell your Father No doubt but he has done as ill before now The Gentlewoman will be proud on 't Bacha For God's sake speak Leu. Have you done prating yet Ismen Who prates Leu. Thou know'st I do not speak to thee Ismenus But what said you Tima concerning my shamefastness Tima. Nothing I hope that might displease your Highness Leu. If any of thy great Great-grandmothers This thousand years had been as chast as she It would have made thee honester I stay'd To here what you wou'd say she is by heaven Of the most strict and blameless chastitie That ever woman was good gods forgive me Had Tarquin met with her she had been kil'd With a Slave by her ere she
you will for my wish'd death But suffer him to find his quiet grave In peace Alas he never did you wrong And farther I beseech you pardon me For the ill word I gave you for how ever You may deserve it became not me To call you so but passion urges me I know not whither my heart break now ease me ever Bacha Pray yoâ— gâ—t you hence With your goodly humor I am weary of you extreamely Leu. Trust me so am I of my self too Madam I 'll take my leave gods set all right Bacha Amen Sir get you gon Am I deny'd it does not trouble me That I have mov'd but that I am refus'd I have lost my patience I will make him know Lust is not Love for Lust will find a mate While there are men and so will I and more Enter Timantus Than one or twenty yonder is Timantus A fellow void of any worth to raise himself And therefore like to catch at any evil That will but pluck him up him will I make Mine own Timantus Timantus Madam Bac. Thou know'st well Thou wert by chance a means of this my raising Brought the Duke to me and though 't were but chance I must reward thee Tim. I shall bend my service unto your Highness Bacha But do it then entirely and in everything And tell me couldst thou now think that thing Thou wouldst not do for me Timant. No by my soul Madam Bacha Then thou art right Go to my Lodging and I 'll follow thee Exit Timantus With my instruction I do see already This Prince that did but now contemn me dead Yet will I never speak an evil word Unto his Father of him till I have won A belief I love him but I 'll make His virtues his undoing and my praises Shall be so many swords against his breast Which once perform'd I 'll make Vrania My Daughter the Kings heir and plant my issue In this large Throne nor shall it be withstood They that begin in Lust must end in Blood Exit Enter Dorialus Agenor Nisus Doria We live to know a fine time Gentl. Nis And a fine Duke that through his doting age Suffers him to be a child again Under his Wives tuition Agen. All the Land holds in that tenor too in womans service sure we shall learn to spinn Dor. No that 's too honest we shall have other Liberal Sciences taught us too soon Lying and flattering those are the studies now And Murther shortly I know will be humanity Gent. If we live here we must be knaves believe it Nisus I cannot tell my Lord Dorialus though my Own nature hate it if all determine to be knaves I 'll try what I can do upon my self that 's certain I will not have my throat cut for my goodness The virtue will not quit the pain Age. But pray you tell me Why is the Prince now ripe and full experient Not made a dore in the State Nis Because he is honest Enter Timantus Tim. Goodness attend your Honors Dor. You must not be amongst us then Tim. The Dutchess whose humble servant I am proud to be would speak with you Age. Sir we are pleas'd to wait when is it Tim. An hour hence my good Lords and so I leave my service Dor. This is one of her Ferrets that she bolts business out withall this fellow if he were well ript has all the linings of a knave within him how slye he looks Nis Have we nothing about our cloaths that he may catch at Agenor O my conscience there 's no treason in my dublet it there be my elbows will discover it they are out Dor. Faith and all the harm that I can find in mine is that they are not pay'd for let him make what he can of that so he discharge that Come let 's go Exeunt Enter Bach Leontius Tella. Bac. And you shall find Sir what blessing heaven gave you in such a son Le. Pray gods I may Let 's walk change our subject Bac. O Sir can anything come sweeter to you or strike a deeper joy into your heart than your son's virtue Leon. I allow his virtues but 't is not handsome thus to feed my self with such moderate praises of mine own Bac. The subject of our comendations is it self grown so infinite in goodness that all the glory we can lay upon it though we should open volumes of his praises is a mere modesty in his expression and shews him lame still like an ill wrought peece wanting proportion Leo. Yet still he is a man and subject still to more inordinate vices than our love can give him blessing Bac. Else he were a god yet so near as he is he comes to heaven that we may see so far as flesh can point us things only worthy them and only these in all his actions Leon. This is too much my Queen Bach. Had the gods lov'd me that my unworthy womb had bred this brave man Leon. Still you run wrong Bach. I would have liv'd upon the comfort of him fed on his growing hopes Leo. This touches me Bach. I know no friends nor Being but his virtues Le. You have laid out words enough upon a subject Bach. But words cannot express him Sir why what a shape Heaven has conceiv'd him in oh Nature made him up Leon. I wonder Dutchess Bach. So you must for less than admiration loses this god-like man Leon. Have you done with him Bach. Done with O good gods what frailties thus pass by us without reverence Leon. I see no such perfection Bac. O dear Sir you are a father and those joys To you speak in your heart not in your tongue Leo. This leaves a tast behind it worse than physick Baca. Then for all his wisdome valour Good fortune and all those friends of honor They are in him as free and natural as passions In a Woman Leon. You make me blush at all these years To see how blindly you have flung your praises Upon a Boy a very child and worthless Whilst I live of these Honors Bac. I would not have my love Sir make my tongue Shew me so much a woman as to praise Or dispraise where my will is without reason Or generall allowance of the people Leon. Allowance of the people what allow they Bac. All I have sed for truth and they must do it And do at upon him love him and admire him Leon. How 's that Bac. For in this youth and noble forwardness All things are bound together that are kingly A fitness to bear rule Leon. No more Bac. And Sovereignty not made to know command Leon. I have sed no more Bac. I have done Sir though unwilling and pardon me Leon. I do not a word more Baca. I have gi'n thee poyson Of more infection than the Dragons tooth Or the gross Air o'er heated Leon. Timantus when saw you the Prince Tim. I left him now Sir Leon. Tell me truely out of your free opinion without courting How you
thy Makers good What canst thou fear when breath'd into thy bloud His spirit is that built thee what dull sence Makes thee suspect in need that Providence Who made the morning and who plac'd the light Guide to thy labours who call'd up the night And bid her fall upon thee like sweet showers In hollow murmurs to lock up thy powers Who gave thee knowledge who so trusted thee To let thee grow so near himself the Tree Must he then be distrusted shall his frame Discourse with him why thus and thus I am He made the Angels thine thy fellows all Nay even thy servants when Devotions call Oh! canst thou be so stupid then so dim To seek a saving influence and loose him Can Stars protect thee or can poverty Which is the light to Heaven put out his eye He is my Star in him all truth I find All influence all fate and when my mind Is furnish'd with his fullness my poor story Shall out-live all their age and all their glory The hand of danger cannot fall amiss When I know what and in whose power it is For want the cause of man shall make me groan A Holy Hermit is a mind alone Doth not experience teach us all we can To work our selves into a glorious man Love 's but an exhalation to best eyes The matter spent and then the fools fire dies Were I in loue and could that bright Star bring Increase to Wealth Honor and every thing Were she as perfect good as we can aim The first was so and yet she lost the Game My Mistriss then be knowledge and fair truth So I enjoy all beauty and all youth And though to time her Lights and Laws she lends She knows no Age that to corruption bends Friends promises may lead me to believe But he that knows his own friend knows to live Affliction when I know it is but this A deep allay whereby man tougher is To bear the hammer and the deeper still We still arise more image of his Will Sickness an humorous cloud 'twixt us and light And death at longest but another night Man is his own Star and that soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man FINIS THE MASQUE of the Gentlemen OF GRAYS-INNE and the INNER-TEMPLE Performed before the KING in the Banqueting-House in White-Hall at the Marriage of the Illustrious Frederick and Elizabeth Prince and Princess Palatine of the Rhine Written by FRANCIS BEAMONT Gent. Enter Iris running Mercury following and catching hold of her Mercury STay Light loot Iris for thou striv'st in vain My wings are nimbler than thy feet Iris. Away Dissembling Mercury my messages Ask honest haste not like those want on ones Your thundering Father sends Mer. Stay foolish Maid Or I will take my rise upon a hill When I perceive thee seated in a cloud In all the painted glory that thou hast And never cease to clap my willing wing Till I catch hold on thy discolour'd Bow And shiver it beyond the angry power Of your mad Mistriss to make up again Iris Hermes forbear Juno will chide and strike Is great Jove jealous that that I am imploy'd On her Love-errands she did never yet Claspe weak mortality in her white arms As he has often done I only come To celebrate the long wish'd Nuptials Here in Olympia which are now perform'd Betwixt two goodly Rivers that have mixt Their gentle winding waves and are to grow Into a thousand streams great as themselves I need not name them for the sound is loud In Heaven and Earth and I am sent from her The Queen of marriage that was present here And smil'd to see them joyn and hath not chid Since it was done Good Hermes let me goe Merc. Nay you must stay Jove's message is the same Whose eyes are lightning and whose voice is thunder Whose breath is airy wind he will who knows How to be first in Earth as well as Heaven Iris. But what hath he to do with Nuptial rites Let him sit pleas'd upon his Starry throne And fright poor mortals with his Thunder-bolts Leaving to us the mutual darts of eyes Merc. Alas when ever offer'd he t' abridge Your Ladies power but only now in these Whose match concerns the general government Hath not each God a part in these high joyes And shall not he the King of gods presume Without proud Juno's licence let her know That when enamour'd Jove 〈◊〉 gave her power To link soft hearts in undissolving bands He then foresaw and to himself reserv'd The honor of this marriage thou shalt stand Still as a Rock while I to bless this Feast Will summon up with mine all-charming rod The Nymphs of Fountains from whose watry locks Hung with the dew of blessing and increase The greedy Rivers take their nourishment Yea Nymphs who bathing in your loved Springs Beheld these Rivers in their infancy And joy'd to see them when their circled heads Refresh'd the Air and spread the ground with Flowers Rise from your Wells and with your nimble feet Perform that office to this happy pair Which in these Plains you to Alpheus did When passing hence through many Seas unmixt He gain'd the favour of his Arethuse The Nymphs rise and dance a little and then make a stand Iris. Is Hermes grown a Lover by what power Unknown to us calls he the Maids Merc. Presumptuous Iris I could make thee dance Till thou forgetst thy Ladies messages And rann'st back crying to her thou shalt know My power is more only my breath and this Shall move fix'd Stars and force the Firmament To yield the Hyades who govern showers And dewy clouds in whose dispersed drops Thou form'st the shape of thy deceitful Bow Year Maids who yearly at appointed times Advance with kindly tears the gentle floods Discend and pour your blessing on these streams Which rolling down from Heaven-aspiring hills And now united in the fruitful vales Bear all before them ravish'd with their joy And swell in glory till they know no bounds The Cloud discends with the Hyades at which the Maids seem to be rejoyced they all dance a while together then make another stand as if they wanted something Iris. Great Wit and Power hath Hermes to contrive A lively dance which of one sex consists Mâ—rc Alas poor Iris Venus hath in store A secret ambush of her winged boys Who lurking long within these pleasant groves First stuck these Lovers with their equal darts Those Cupids shall come forth and joyn with these To honor that which they themselves began The Cupids come forth and dance they are weary with their blind pursuing the Nymphs and the Nymphs weary with flying them 〈◊〉 Behold the Statues which wild Vulcan plac'd Under the Altar of Olympian Jove And gave to them an artificial life See how they move drawn by this Heavenly joy Like the wild Trees which followed Orpheus Harp The Statues come down and they all dance till the Nymphs out-run them and lose them then