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A69093
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Monsieur D'Oliue A comedie, as it vvas sundrie times acted by her Maiesties children at the Blacke-Friers. By George Chapman.
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Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.
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Then this vnworthy hell of passionate Earth Is taken vp amongst her fellow Starres Uand. Vnhappie man that euer I returnd And perisht not ere these newes pierst mine eares Vau. Nay be not you that teach men comfort grieued I know your iudgement will set willing shoulders To the knowne burthens of necessitie And teach your wilfull brother patience Who striues with death and from his caues of rest Retaines his wiues dead Corse amongst the liuing For with the rich sweetes of restoring Balmes He keepes her lookes as fresh as if she liu'd And in his chamber as in life attirde She in a Chaire sits leaning on her arme As if she onely slept and at her feete He like a mortified hermit clad Sits weeping out his life as hauing lost All his lifes comfort And that she being dead Who was his greatest part he must consume As in an Apoplexy strooke with death Nor can the Duke nor Dutchesse comfort him Nor messagers with consolatory letters From the kinde King of France who is allyed To her and you But to lift all his thoughts Vp to another world where she expects him He feedes his eares with soule-exciting musicke Solemne and Tragicall and so Resolues In those sadde accents to exhale his soule Uan. O what a second Ruthles Sea of woes Wracks mee within my Hauen and on the Shore What shall I doe mourne mourne with them that mourne And make my greater woes their lesse expell This day I le consecrate to sighes and teares And this Next Euen which is my mistresse morning I le greete her wondring at her wilfull humours And with rebukes breaking out of my Loue And duetie to her honour make her see How much her too much curious vertue wrongs her Van. Sayd like the man the world hath euer held you Welcome as new lines to vs our good Now Shall wholly be ascrib'de and trust to you Exeunt Enter Rhoderique and Mugeron Mug. See see the vertuous Countesse hath bidden our day Good night her starres are now visible when was any Lady seene to be so constant in her vow and able to forbeare the society of men so sinceerely Rho. Neuer in this world at least exceeding seldome What shame it is for men to see women so farre surpasse them for when was any man knowne out of iudgement to performe so staied an abstinēce from the society of women Mug. Neuer in this world Rhoderique What an excellent Creature an honest woman is I warrant you the Countesse and her Virgine sister spend all their times in Contemplation watching to see the sacred Spectacles of the night when other Ladies lye drownd in sleepe or sensualitie I st not so think'st Mug. No question Rhoderic. Come come le ts forget we are Courtiers and talke like honest men tell truth and shame all trauaylers and tradesmen Thou beleeu'st all 's naturall beautie that shewes faire though the Painter enforce it and sufferst in soule I know for the honorable Ladie Mug. Can any heart of Adamant not yeeld in compassion to see spotlesse Innocencie suffer such bitter pennance Rhoder. A very fitte stocke to graffe on Tush man thinke what she is thinke where she liues thinke on the villanous cunning of these times Indeed did we liue now in old Saturnes time when women had no other art than what Nature taught am and yet there needes little Art I wisse to teach a woman to dissemble when Luxurie was vnborne at least vntaught the art to steale from a forbidden tree when Coaches when Perwigges and painting when Maskes and Masking in a word when Court and Courting was vnknowne an easie mist might then perhappes haue wrought vpon my sence as it does now on the poore Countesse and thine Mug. O world Rho. O flesh Mug. O Diuell Rhod. I tell thee Mugeron the Flesh is growne so great with the Diuell as there 's but a little Honestie left i th world That that is is in Lawyers they ingrosse all S'foote what gaue the first fire to the Counts Iealousie Mug. What but his misconstruction of her honourable affection to Uandome Rho. Honourable affection first shee s an ill huswife of her honour that puts it vpon construction but the presumption was violent against her no speeche but of Vandome no thought but of his memorie no myrth but in his companie besides the free entercourse of Letters Fauours and other entertainments too too manifest signes that her heart went hand in hand with her tongue Mug. Why was shee not his mistresse Rhod. I I a Court tearme for I wotte what slight Vandome the Stallion of the Court her deuoted Seruant and forsoothe loues her honourablie Tush hee s a foole that beleeues it for my part I loue to offende in the better part still and that is to iudge charitable But now forsoothe to redeeme her Honour shee must by a laborious and violent kinde of Purgation Rubbe off the Skinne to wash out the spotte Turne her Chamber to a Cell the Sunne into a Taper And as if shee liu'd in another worlde amongst the Antipodes make our night her day and our day her night that vnder this curtaine shee may laye his iealousie a sleepe whiles shee turnes poore Argus to Acteon and makes his Sheets common to her Seruaunt Vandome Mug. Uandome Why hee was mette i' th streete but euen now newly arriv'd after three yeares trauaile Rhod. Newely arriv'd hee has beene arriv'd this twelue-month and has euer since lyne close in his mistresse cunning darkenesse at her seruice Mug. Fye a the Deuill who will not enuie slaunder O the miserable condition of her Sexe borne to liue vnder all construction If shee be courteous shee s thought to be wanton if shee be kinde shee s too willing if coye too wilfull if shee be modest shee s a clowne if shee bee honest shee s a foole And so is hee Enter D'oliue Rhod. What Monsieur D'oliue the onely admyrer of wit and good words D'ol. Morrowe wits morrowe good wits my little parcell of wit I haue Roddes in pisse for you how doest Iacke may I call thee Syr Iack yet Mug. You may Syr Syrs as commendable an addition as Iacke for ought I knowe D'ol. I know it Iacke and as common too Rho. Go too you may couer wee haue taken notice of your embroydered Beuer D'ol. Looke you by Heauen tha' art one of the maddest bitter slaues in Europe I doe but wonder how I made shifte to loue thee all this while Rho. Go too what might such a parcell guilt couer be worth Mug. Perhappes more then the whole peece besides D'ol. Good yfaith but bytter O you madde slaues I thinke you had Satyres to your syres yet I must loue you I must take pleasure in you and yfaith tell mee how i st liue I see you doe but how but how witts Rho. Faith as you see like poore younger Brothers D'ol. By your wittes Mug. Nay not turnd Poets neither D'ol. Good soothe but indeede to say truth Time was when the sonnes
penurious his wit is to admire and imitate his grace is to censure and detract he shall to 'th Court yfaith hee shall thither I will shape such employement for him as that hee himselfe shall haue no lesse contentment in making myrth to the whole Court then the Duke and the whole Court shall haue pleasure in enioying his presence A knaue if hee be riche is fit to make an Officer As a Foole if hee bee a knaue is fit to make an Intelligencer Exeunt Actus secundi Scena prima Enter Digue Licette with Tapers Dig. What an order is this Eleuen a clooke at night is our Ladies morning and her houre to rise at as in the morning it is other Ladies houre these Tapers are our Sunnes with which we call her from her bed But I pray thee Licette what makes the virgin Ladie my Ladies sister breake wind so continually and sigh so tempestuously I beleeue shee s in loue Lycet. With whom can you tell Dig. Not very well but certes that 's her disease a man may cast her water in her face The truth is t' is no matter what she is for there is little goodnesse in her I could neuer yet finger one Cardicue of her bountie And indeed all bountie now adayes is dead amongst Ladies This same Bonitas is quite put downe amongst am But see Now we shall discouer the heauinesse of this virgine Ladie I le eauesdroppe and if it be possible heare who is her Louer For when this same amorous spirit possesses these young people they haue no other subiect to talke of Enter Marcellina and Euryone Eur. O sister would that matchlesse Earle euer haue wrongd his wife with iealousie Mar. Neuer Eury. Good Lord what difference is in men but such a man as this was euer seen to loue his wife euen after death so dearely to liue with her in death To leaue the world and all his pleasures all his friends and honours as all were nothing now his wife is gone is it not strange MAR. Exceeding strange EVRY But sister should not the noble man be Chronicled if he had right I pray you sister should he not Mar Yes yes he should EVRY But did you euer heare of such a Noble gentleman did you sister MAR I tell you no EVRY: And doe not you delight to heare him spoken of and prais'd and honord Doe you not Madame MAR. What should I say I doe EVRY: Why very well and should not euery woman that loues the Soueraigne honour of her Sexe delight to heare him praisd as well as wee Good Maddam answere hartely MAR Yet againe who euer heard one talke so EVRY Talk so Why should not euery Lady talke so You thinke belike I loue the Noble man Heauen is my iudge if I indeede his loue And honour to his Wife so after death Would make a Fayry loue him yet nor loue But thinke the better of him and sometimes Talke of his loue or so But you know Maddam I cald her sister and if I loue him It is but as my Brother I protest An other within VAND Let me come in Sir you myst not enter MAR. What rude disordred none is that within LYCIT I know not Maddam DIQ. How now SIC Wher 's my Lady MAR What hast with you SIC Maddame ther 's one at doore that askes to speake with you admittes no answere but will enforce his passage to your honor MAR. what insolent guest is that EVRY. Who should he be That is so ignorant of your worth and custome Enter an other Seruant 2 LEC. Maddam her sone hath drawne his rapier on vs and will come in he sayes MAR. T is is strange Rudenes What is his name doe you not know the man SIG. No Maddam t is too darke MAR. Then take a light See if you know him if not raise the streetes Exit LYCITTE walkes with a candle EVRY. And keepe the doore safe what night-walker this that hath not light enough to see his rudenes Enter LYCITTE in hast LYCYT. O Maddame t is the Noble gentleman Monsieur VANDOME your Seruant EVRY Is it he is he returnd MAR Hast commend me to him tel him I may not nor will not see him for I haue vowd the contrary to all LYCIT. Maddam we told him so a hundred times yet he will enter within Within Hold hold keepe him back there MAR: What rudenes what strange insolence is this Enter VANDOME VAND What hower is this what fashion what sad life What superstition of vnholy vow What place is this O shall it ere be said Such perfect Iudgement should be drownd in Humor Such beauty consecrate to Batts and Owles Here lyes the weapon that enforst my passage Sought in my loue sought in regard of you For whom I will indure a thousand deaths Rather then suffer you to perish thus And be the fable of the scornefull world Yf I offend you Lady kill me now MAR: What shall I say Ahlas my worthy Seruant I would to God I had not liu'd to be A fable to the worlde a shame to thee VAND Deare mistris hear me forbeare these humors MAR Forbeare your vaine disswasions VAND. shall your iudgement MAR. I will not heare a word EXIT MARD EXIT MARC VAND Strange will in women What sayes my honorable virgin sister How is it you can brooke this Batt-like life And sit as one withovt life EVRY Would I were If any man would kill me I 'de forgiue him VAN. O true fit of a maiden Melancholy Whence comes it louely sister EVR: In my minde Yourselfe hath small occasion to be meny That are arriud on such a haples Shore As beares the dead waight of so deare a Sister For whose decease being my deare Sister vow'd I shall for euer leade this desolate life VAN. Now heauen forbid women in Loue with women Loues fire shines with too mutuall a refraction And both wayes weakens his colde beames too much To pierce so deeply t is not for her I know that you are thus impassiond EVR: For her I would be sworne and for her husband VAN: I mary Sir a quick man may doe much In theise kinde of impressions EVR: See how Idely You vnderstand me theise same travallers That can liue any where make iests of any thing And cast so farre from home for nothing else But to learne how they may cast of their friends She had a husband does not cast her of so O t is a rare a Noble gentleman Well well there is some other Humor stirring In your young bloud then a dead womans Loue EVRY: No I le be sworne VAND Why is it possible That you whose frolicke brest was euer filde With all the spirits of a mirthfull Lady Shovld be with such a sorrow so transform'd Your most sweet hand in touch of Instruments Turnd to pick strawes and fumble vpon Rushes Your heauenly voice turnd into heauy sighes And your rare wit to in a manner tainted This cannot be I know some other cause Fashions