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The hogge hath lost his pearle A comedy. Diuers times publikely acted, by certaine London prentices. By Robert Tailor.
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Tailor, Robert, fl. 1614.
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Echo lies Thou couldst not then answere so much of truth Once more good Echo Was my Maria false by her owne desire Or wast against her will Echo against her wil Troth't may be so but canst thou tell Whether she be dead or not Echo not Ca. Not dead Echo not dead Then without question she doth surely liue But I do trouble thee too much therfore good speak truth farewel Ec. farewel Ca. How quick it answers ô that Conncellors Would thus resolue mens doubts without a fee How many country Clyents then might rest Free from vndooing no plodding pleader then Would purchase great possessions with his tongue Were I some demy-god or had that power I 'de straight make this Echo here a iudge Hee 'd spend his iudgement in the open court As now to me without being once solicited In 's priuate chamber t is not bribes could win Him to o're-sway mens right nor could he be Lead to damnation for a little pelfe He would not harbour malice in his heart Or enuious hatred base dispight or grudge But be an vpright iust and equall Iudge But now imagine that I should confront Treacherous Albert who hath rais'd my front But I feare this idle prate hath Made me quite forget my cinque pace he daunceth Enter Albert Alb. I heard the Eccho answere vnto one That by his speech cannot be far remote From of this ground and see I haue discried him Oh heauens it s Carracus whose reasons seate Is now vsurpt by madnes and distraction Which I the author of confusion Haue planted here by my accursed deeds Ca. O are you come sir I was sending the Tauerne-boy for ye I haue been practising here and can do none of my loftie trickes Alb. Good sir if any sparke do yet remaine Of your consumed reason let me striue Ca. To blow it out troth I most kindly thank you Here 's friendship to the life but father whay-beard Why should you thinke me void of reasons fire My youthfull dayes being in the height of knowledge I must confesse your old yeeres gaines experience But that 's so much orer-ul'd by dotage That what you think experience shall effect Short memory destroies what say you now sir Am I mad now that can answere thus To all intergatories Alb. But though your words do sauor sir of iudgement Yet when they derogate from the due obseruance Of fitting times they ought not be respected No more then if a man should tell a tale Of fained mirth in midst of extreame sorrowes Ca. How did you know my sorrowes sir What though I haue lost a wife Must I be therefore grieued am I not happy To be so freed of a continuall trouble Had many a man such fortune as I In what a heauen would they thinke themselues Being releast of all those threatning cloudes Which in the angry skies cal'd womens browes Sit euer menacing tempestuous stormes But yet I needs must tell you old December My wife was cleere of this within her browe Sh 'ad not a wrinkle nor a storming frowne But like a smooth well polishe Ivory It seem'd so pleasant to the looker on She was so kinde of nature so gentle That if sh 'ad done a fault shee 'd straight go die for 't Was not she then a rare one What weep'st thou aged Nestor Take comfort man Troy was ordain'd by fate To yeeld to vs which we will ruinate Alb. Good sir walke with me but where you see The shaddowing Elmes within whose circling round There is a holy spring about incompast By dandling siccamores and violets Whose waters cure all homane maladies Few drops thereof being sprinkled on your temples Reuiues your fading memory and restores Your sences lost vnto their perfect being Ca. Is it cleere water sir and very fresh For I am thirsty giues it a better rellish Then a cup of dead wine with sties in 't Alb. Most pleasant to the taste pray will you goe Ca. Faster then you I beleeue sir Exeunt Enter Maria Ma. I am walkt forth from my preservers caue To search about these woods only to see The penitent Albert whose repentant minde Each tree expresseth ô that some power diuine Would hither send my vertuous Carracus Not for my owne content but that be might See how his distrest friend repents the wrong Which his rash folly most vnfortunate Acted against him and me which I forgiue A hundred times a day for that more often My eyes are witnes to his said complaints How the good Hermit seemes to share his mones Which in the day time he deplores 'mongst trees And in the night his Caue is fild with sighs No other bed doth his weake limbs support Then the cold earth no other harmony To rocke his cares asleepe but blustering windes Or some swift Current headlong rushing downe From a high Mountaines top powring his force Into the Oceans gulfe where being swallowed Seemes to be waile his fall with hideous words No other sustentation to suffice What Nature claimes but rawe vnsauowry rootes With troubled waters where vntamed beasts Do bathe themselues Enter Satyrs dance Exeunt Ay me what things are these What pretty harmelesse things they seeme to be As if delight had no where made abode But in their nimble sport Enter Albert Yonder 's the courteous Hermit and with him Albert it seeemes ô see t is Carracus Ioy do not now confound me Ca. Thanks vnto heauens thee thou holy man I haue attain'd what doth adorne mans being That pretious Iemme of reason by which soly We are discern'd from rude and brutish beasts No other difference being twixt vs and them How to repay this more then earthly kindnesse Lies not within my power but in his That hath indu'd thee with celestiall gifts To whom I le pray he may bestow on thee What thou deserv'st blest immortality Alb. Which vnto you befall thereof most worthy But vertuous sir what I will now request From your true generous nature is that you would Be pleas'd to pardon that repentant Wight Whose sinfull stories vpon you trees barke Your selfe did reade for that you say to you Those wrongs were done Ca. Indeed they were and to a deere wife lost Yet I forgiue him as I wish the heauens May pardon me Ma. So doth Maria to she discouers her selfe Ca. Liues my Maria then what gratious plannet Gaue thee safe conduct to these desert woods Ma. My late mishap repented now by all And therfore pardon'd compelled me to fly Where I had perished for want of foode Had not this courteous man awak't my sence In which deaths selfe had partly interest Ca. Alas Maria I am so farre indebted To him already for the late recouery of My owne weaknesse that t is impossible For vs to attribute sufficient thankes For such aboundant good Alb. I rather ought to thanke the heauens Creator That he vouchsaf't me such especiall grace In dooing so small a good which could I howerly Bestowe on all yet could I not asswage The swelling
this I le goe for sustenance and O you powers If euer true repentance wan acceptance O shew it Albert now and let him saue His wronged beauty from vntimely graue Exit Albert Ma. Sure some thing spake or els my feebled sence Hath lost the vse of its due property VVhich is more likely then that in this place The voice of humane creature should be heard This is farre distant from the pathes of men Nothing breaths here but wilde and rauening beasts VVith ayry monsters whose shaddowing wings doe seeme To taste a vale of death in wicked liuers VVhich I liue dreadlesse of and euery hower Striue to meete death who still vnkinde auoids me But that now gentle famine doth begin For to giue end to my calamities See here is caru'd vpon this trees smooth barke Lines knit in verse a chaunce farre vnexpected Assist me breath a little to vnfold what they include I that haue writ these lines am one whose sinne The Writing Is more then grieuous for know that I haue beene A breaker of my faith with one whose brest Was all compos'd of truth but I digrest And fled them brats of his deare friendships loue Clasping to falshood did a vilane proue As thus shall be exprest my worthy friend Lou'd a faire beauty who did condiscend In dearest affection to his vertuous will He then a night appointed to fulfill Hymens blest-rites and to conuey away His loues faire person to which peerelesse pray I was acquainted made and when the hower Of her escape drew on then lust did power Inraged appetite through all my veines And base desires in me let loose the reines To my licentious will and that blacke night When my friend should haue had his chast delight I fain'd his presence and by her thought him Rob'd that faire virgin of her honors Iem For which most heynous crime vpon each tree I write this story that mens eyes may see None but a damn'd one would haue done like me Is Albert then become so penitent As in these desarts to deplore his facts Which his vnfain'd repentance seemes to cleere How good man is when he laments his ill VVho would not pardon now that mans misdeeds Whose griefes bewaile them thus could I now liue I 'de remit thy fault with Carracus But death no longer will afford repreeue Of my aboundant woes wrong'd Carracus farewell Liue and forgiue thy wrongs for the repentance Of him that caus'd them so deserues from thee And since my eyes do witnesse Alberts griefe I pardon Albert in my wrongs the chiefe Enter Albert like a Hermit Alb. How pardon me O sound Angelicall But see shee faints O heauens now shew your power That these distilled waters made in griefe May ad some comfort to affliction Looke vp faire youth and see a remedy Ma. O who disturbs me I was hand in hand VValking with death vnto the house of rest Al. Let death walke by himselfe if a want company There 's many thousands boy whose aged yeeres Haue tane a surfet of earths vanities They will goe with him when he please to call To drinke my boy thy pleasing tender youth Cannot deserue to dye no it is for vs VVhose yeeres are laden by our often sinnes Singing the last part of our blest repentance Are fit for death and none but such as we Death ought to claime for when a snatcheth youth It shewes him but a tyrant but when age Then is a iust and not compos'd of rage How fares my lad Ma. Like one imbracing death with all his parts Reaching at life but with one little finger His minde so firmely knit vnto the first That vnto him the latter seemes to be VVhat may be pointed at but not possest Al. O but thou shalt possesse it If thou didst feare thy death but as I doe Thou wouldst take pitty though not of thy selfe Yet of my aged yeeres trust me my boy Tha 'st strucke such deepe compassion in my breast That all the moisture which prolongs my life VVill from my eyes gush forth if now thou leau'st me Ma. But can we liue here in this desart wood If not I le die for other places seeme Like tortures to my griefes may I liue here Alb. I thou shalt liue with me and I will I tell thee Such strang occurrents of my fore-past life That all thy young sprung griefes shall seeme but sparkes To the great fire of my calamities Then I le liue onely with you for to heare If any humane woes can be like mine Yet since my being in this darkesome desart I haue read on trees most lamentable stories Alb. T is true indeed there 's one within these woods VVhose name is Albert a man so full of sorrow That one each tree he passeth by he earues Such dolefull lines for his rash follies past That who so reades them and not drown'd in teares Must haue a heart fram'd forth of Addamant Ma. And can you helpe to the sight of him Alb. I when thou wilt bele often come to me And at my Caue sit a whole winters night Recounting of his stories I tell thee boy Had he offended more then did that man VVho stole the fire from heauen his contrition VVould appease all the gods and quite reuert Their wrath to mercy but come my pretty boy VVele to my Caue and after some repose Relate the sequell of each others woes Exeunt Enter Carracus Ca. What a way haue I come yet I know not whither The ayers so cold this winter season I 'me sure a foole would any but an asse Leaue a warme matted chamber and a bed To run thus in the cold and which is more To seeke a woman a slight thing cald woman Creatures with curious nature fram'd as I suppose For rent receauers to her treasury And why I thinke so now I le giue you instance Most men doe know that natures selfe hath made them Most profitable members then if so By often trading in the common wealth They needs must be inricht why very good To whom ought beauty then repaie this gaine VVhich shee by natures gift hath profited But vnto nature why all this I graunt VVhy then they shall no more be called woman For I will stile them thus scorning their leaue Those that for nature doe much rent receaue This is a wood sure and as I haue read In woods are Eccho's which will answere men To euery question which they do propound Echo Echo Echo Ca. O are you there haue at ye then ifaith Echo canst tell me whether men or women Are for the most part damb'd Echo most part damb'd Ca. Of both indeed how true this Echo speakes Echo now tel me if mongst 1000. women There be one chaste or none Echo none Ca. Why so I thinke better and better still Now further Echo in a world of men Is there one faithfull to his friend or no Echo no Ca. Thou speak'st most true for I haue found it so Who sayd thou wast a woman