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

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

height It may last both your lives Good night 67. To Captain Mouther I 've been importun'd by some friends to tell How I approve your verses I say well Nor dare I otherwise that understand You have a desperate Courage heavy hand And a long sword Those few that do not matter The trifle cal'd their lives may scorn to flatter And so do I swearing that you write Works Will please the Christians and amaze the Turkes 69. To Mr. Clement Fisher of Wincott Shakspeare your Wincot-Ale hath much renownd That fo'xd a Beggar so by chance was found Sleeping that there needed not many a word To make him to believe he was a Lord But you affirm and in it seem most eager 'T will make a Lord as drunk as any Beggar Bid Norton brew such Ale as Shakspeare fancies Did put Kit Sly into such Lordly trances And let us meet there for a fit of Gladness And drink our selves merry in sober sadness 70. To Astrologers Your Industry to you the art hath given To have great knowledge in th'outside of heaven Beware lest you abuse that Art and sin And therefore never visit it within An Epitaph on Mrs. Brigit Allibond who dyed at Chenye about the eighteenth year of her age and lies there buried Here Brigit Allibond doth buried lye Whos 's too much love occasioned her to dye Insatiate thirst of gold Her Servants friends Sent him to travel and workt ' both their ends There he deceas'd which sad news thrust the Dart Of death through both her ears into her heart So Love chang'd Darts with Death Love too unkind To kill the body with the wound o th' mind Virgins should mourn her loss And by her men May see how Maids belov'd can love agen 72. An Epitaph on Lycisca who forc'd her husband to counterfeit his Religion Here lyes Lycisca that was full of Evil And therefore to be fear'd gone to the Devil Now seeing he and she have set all even Her Husband may walk in the Rode to Heaven 73. To Mrs. Francis Pegge my wifes Neece You once did think to be a Nun but now I hope you will forbeae that sacred vow And if you will be making vows pray take An husband and an holy vow him make So whether you become a Nun or wife Under a vow you may lead out your life 74. To Mr. Gilbert Knyveton and Mr. Thomas Knyueton my wifes Brothers Pray take an house and so continue on The hospitality you have begun For of such means none handsomer did live Or to their friends more generous welcome give Though you from Bradley are remov'd make known To noble minds each Country is their own 75. To my sister Mrs. Katharine Weston We were two brothers and five sisters now They are all dead alas save I and you All that Affection that among us was Let us therefore on one another place So we for Brothers and for sisters love An Emulation shall in others move 76. To my Cousin Mr. John Milward Of women some are foul and some are fair Some virtuous are and others are as bad Some go in poor apparel others rare Some melancholy are and others glad Some are at their prime others decaying are Some are reserv'd and others to be had Some timorous are any thing others dare Some dull and mop'd and others blith and mad Some humorous are others of freakes beware Some love to keep rheir homes others to gad Some high in virtues do themselves declare Others are overwhelm'd in vices sad Ovid would take of all to please his sences Give me a glass of Sack and choose you wenches 77. An Epitaph on Mr. Peter Allibond Fellow of Lincolne Colledge in Oxford Here buried lies within this hollow ground Oxfords prime glory Peter Allibond His Learning Lincolne Colledge hath renown'd And few the road to his high Parts have found Death in his Proctorship gave him his wound And thereby hindred him to go his Round And here hath laid him in a sleep so drown'd Not to awake but by th' last trumpets sound From hence then to arise and to be crown'd We hope with joyes where all joyes do abound 78. To my Niece Mrs. Isabella Boteler Your sister Iulia's married well and so Sweet Niece I wish you were dispos'd of too You the green sickness languish in and sure For that an husband is the proper'st cure What tho child-bearing pains on women drawes Sweet-meats by th' Proverb should have sowre sauce 79. To Mr. Andrew Whitehall You make a Violl speak your nimble hand That instrument seems onely to command How meanly many play strike so amiss That at their want of skill the strings do hiss Like resty horses they false steps do make And the vext strings with very shame to shake VVell tun'd that would agree they wrong so far Their artless violence doth make them jar So they but scrape abuse the strings and stick How dull the quickest are to you more quick Some few with their soft hands may please but you Please not alone but raise amazement too Your fingers on the neck and hand on Bow The motions of the Intellect out-go Such is your playing But if you would write How much you Works all mankind would delight 80. An Epitaph on my Father Mr. Tho. Cokain who deceased in London about the of his age and lyes buryed in St. Giles's Church in the Fields Stay Passenger and read under this stone Here Thomas Cokain lyes Sir Edwards son Mapleton gave him birth but far from home At London he deceas'd and this his Tombe Too mean a Monument for his great worth But virtue never findes reward on earth He was his families Heir but transitory Knowing all terrene wealth chang'd his for glory And here his body soft repose doth take Till him the Angels Trumpets shall awake 81. Of Cats Two Cats fell out and one an other slew May all Cats so to one another do Yet I can them endure would be their friend But that they company so oft offend 82. Of the English Spanish and French The Spaniards love the English they them hate The English love the French and they hate them A strange capriciousness of humane Fate 〈◊〉 Nations should affect whom them contemn Despised Lovers need not to complain Seeing t is known whole kingdomes love in vain 83. Of the Low Dutch The Belgians hate all but themselves wherefor Because no nation else can them endure What should the reason be of such an hate For aid receiv'd they have been so ingrate 84. To Isabel Manifold of the Black Swan in Ashb Heark Isbel Parker Isbel Hood But hold These names might serve were hers not Manifol Pray answer were your husband in the grave Soon after would not you another have If other women divers men should use They would disgrace their names for such abuse But without blushes you may hear it told That you of Men have lain with Manifold 85. To the same As great a wonder as black Swans some guess

thousand pounds cannot hide a squint eye a crooked back or a red head or a muddy face though they may gild them Van. This is very Satyrical but there be Beauties of all coloured hair eies and complexions Lore I at any time will carry you to a Play either to the Black Friers or Cockpit And you shall go to the Exchange when you will and have as much money as you please to lay out you shall find me a very loving husband in troth dear Lady Van. But servant you have been a very deboist gentleman Lor. Forget what y 'ave heard and you shall hear no more on 't But we are extravagant come let 's to 'th joyner Van. To whom and for what Mr. Lorece Lore To Hymen in his saffron coat to be married Van. Some other time a month hence will serve Lor. Then must I court another bout Van. What you please Sir Lor. O Cupid the Bow-man I am not thy foe man For I love this woman As well as I know man And therefore I pray thee From mischief to stay me And quickly to lay me In bed with this Lady Van. What call you this Sir Lor. T is my imploration and ode Van. Y' are very fluent Sir Lor. And yet neglected But I le make Cornelius Gallus speak English and he shall wooe for me Van. What say you servant Lor. Be you attentive and you shall hear My sweet Vandona fine and comely lass Whose beauty Milk and Lillies doth surpass And the sweet Roses both t●● white and red Or Indian Ivory new polished O spread O spread abroad thy yellow hair Like glorious gold shining all out as fair Thy purest Alablaster neck and show's VVhich from between thy graceful shoulders Open thy Starry eyes and let us view growes Their browes above them of a Sable hew And both thy Roseal cheeks let us espie Beautified with a natural Tyrian die Put forth thy lips their Corral let us see And Dovelike gentle kisses give to me Kisses her Of amorous life my breath did draw out part Those kisses peirc'd meto the very heart Why didst thou suck my blood O cruel she Henceforth thy dugges like Apples hide from me Which with Ambrosiack cream shall swell thy breast Discloseth Cynamon I yield and best Delights arise from thee yet thy Paps cover Whose growth and beauty do make me a lover For seest thou not that languishing I lye A man half dead how canst thou thus destroy Van. This is meer flattery Lor. T is but a spark Madam an almost invisible atome of truth which can scarce be discern'd in the Sun-shine of your perfections credit me Madam Van. They are most childish will believe all that their servants say my most poetical Servant Lor. Most obdurate Lady Van. Will you wrangle Lor. Was ever Widow so hard to win Sure your husband got not your maidenhead you are so backward Van. Adieu Sir Lor. Not yet I pray you sweetest Lady if Van. Pray you trouble me with no more speeches Lor. O cruel reply to a Lovers suit If ever you have felt this passions pain If ever you would pitied be your self Or if you know that Love hath power to kill For all these which you heretofore have been Subject unto commiserate a heart So full of love for you that it will break If you deny But if you will remain inexorable And frown on him who ay must fawn on you I wish my fortune may be yours and that If ere you love you may be served so Van. I 'm but a woman and these words would move A stupid rock to pitty Sir I can Resist no more your tongue has magick in 't You have overcome me and enjoy your conquest Lor. My dear widow let me kiss thee for this thy dare of wearing black is almost out O my joy methinks I could out-sing old Homer the nine Muses and put their Patron Apollo our of fame Enter Falorus Ceanthe and Phyginois in brave apparel My Vandona yonder is my brother he will be glad to hear of my good fortune Fal. Who 's he Clea. A friend of mine my Lord Fal. I shall be desirous Sir both for your own and for Anclethes sake to be better acquainted with you May I demand your name Phy. Your servant is cal'd Phyginois Fal. How have you sped brother Lor. She will be cal'd your sister salute her go kiss her for 't Fal. Lady I hope my brother will deserve you By proving an affectionate husband to you Phy. Madam I am a stranger but will endeavour to make my self known unto you by any service I can do you Van. Thank you Sir Phy. My Nentis doth excel her sister Aside Lor. Come brother will you go with us Fal. I le wait upon your Mistress Exeunt Fal. Lor. Van. Cle. My faithful friend may all thy wishes prosper And a fair end crown them most happily Phy. Sweetest of Ladies Clea. Thou didst prefer goodness before the raising of thy house Phy. It grieved me to think so noble a Lady should be so poorely dispos'd of My brothers birth nor forunes could deserve you Cle. I was ignorant and might have undone my self Phy. I did pitty you Cle. And ever have oblig'd me to you for 't Phy. If your sisters woman Mistress Nentis be obstinate and you prosper Hereafter you may do me a multitude of favours Cle. I nere will fail to do the best I can now let us follow them Love is a passion not to be withstood And until hearts be mutual never good Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Carionil solus like a Negro in strange apparel Car. AN houres life is like the various year Which hardly bears one form a fortnights space He sure deserves respect that to obtain His Mistress thinks all trouble a content These two years have not had so many quarters As I disguises scarce as many daies As I devises and yet to no purpose What I may do in this I cannot guess But for mine own purpose must hope the best My late long residence i th Spanish Court when I lay there Leiger Embassador Hath made me speak the Castilian language perfectly Which will be my great furtherance because Polidacre affects that tongue exceedingly And I know will gladly give me a free access Unto his house at all times Estoy yo como deue muy lobrego Porque de mi Lucora haze un Negro Enter Polidacre Lucora and Nentis They shall not see me yet Sir your daily importunities have so mov'd me that I must yield unwillingly onely I request to have our marriage defer'd a month dear Sir do not deny me this Pol. I thank thee girle Enter Falorus Welcome Falorus my daughter 's yours after four weeks be past Fal. Worthy Sir y' are too bountiful Most excellent Lady you will make my fortune envied I must dissemble yet for I will not wrong Carionil Nen. I like this well Luc. But I will rather die then have him Aside Car. I do not doubt my friend

quarti Actus quinti Scena prima A Banquet set forth Then enter Polidacre Antiphila Servants and M●sitians Pol. YOu will pardon a sudden entertainment Ant. I hope we need not complement Pol. You do instruct me Sit down my sweet Antiphila and taste Fill wine All health and happiness to you dear Mistris Ant. A true return of loyal thanks Pol. Play a more merry tune I do abhor What ever relisheth of melancholy Sing the spheres are dull Apply it to your self that best deserve it The Spheres are dull and do not make Such Musick as my ears will take The slighted Birds may cease to sing Their chirpings do not grace the spring The Nightingal is sad in vain I care not to hear her complain While I have ears and you a tongue I shall think all things else go wrong 2. The Poets feign'd that Orpheus could Make stones to follow where he would They feign'd indeed but had they known Your voice a truth they might have shown All instruments most sadly go Because your tongue excels them so While I have ears and you a tongue I shall think all things else go wrong Ant. T is pretty Pol. Reiterate again your yielding Lady And once more let your breath perfume those words Ant. Sir I am yours Pol. And I my fair Antiphila's your tongue Hath made me happy Ant. May your joy last long Exeunt omnes Scena secunda Enter Philander and Rosinda in womens apparel Phi. How glad I am to see you like your self Dear mother pardon an excess of joy Ros Such signes of true affection need no pardon Enter a servant Ser. Sir here 's a Letter for you Phi. For me from whom the hand resolves me Present my service to the Lady that sent it Tell her ere long I will come kiss her hands Ser. I will Sir Exit servus Phi. Mother I writ unto Antiphila And did desire her for guerdon of my love To hold me second in her thoughts and if She married not my father to have me Ros She may perform What she believ'd would never come to pass The Letter SIR I confess I am not contracted and that I told you so to make you desist I should be exceeding ungrateful to deny you so small a request There is nothing hinders me from being yours but your Father And I solemnly vow unto you that if I have not him you shall have me But let not this beget any hope in you for if I be not his it shall be his refusal Let it onely manifest so much that had I never seen him I could have lov'd you most truly I pray you let this suffice and use me so Choose another Mistris and let me be her second You will love me well enough if you love another better Farewell Your Fathers Antiphila Ros What writ you to her Son concerning her Pro●●ssing a contract betwixt us two 〈…〉 my rage I met with Tandorix 〈…〉 him of his life 〈…〉 he was a woman And for a Gentleman cal'd Perimont Who often had deni'd to marry her That habit did assume thereby to learn More easily what did prevent her joy And whether he affected any other Thus I your being kept unknown Rosin I 'me gald you did so Phi. You do well Mother to wear a mask you shall Thereby be sure to be conceal'd untill You find the fittest opportunity Your self unto my Father to reveal Exeunt Am●● Scena Tertia Enter Falorus solus Fal. What will become of me unfortunate man Who needs must live in fire or live in shame I know not what to speak nor what to do Both fear and grief do so confound my sences I fear to wrong Carionil so much As to be traiterous against our friendship And griefs unsufferable endure for the Fairest of Ladies incomparable Lucora I would she had been kind unto my friend Unto him then I never had prov'd false Nor will I I will rather search out frozen Climates and lie whole nights on hills of Ice Or rather will take powerfull potions and sleep Out those unpleasant houres I have to live But then I shall not see that beauty who But senceless frantickes would have thoughts so poor My reason forsakes the government of this Weak frame and I am falne into disorder Oh! I could sigh my body into air And weep't into a Lake if merciless nature Had made it of a substance suitable Unto my wish now methinks I could level A Promontory into a Province and tread The centre through to read the destinies Of southern stars and bless their fortunes that Are born under their light for I am confident Their influences are more mild then ours There is no other Fate can fall on me Shall awe me now I will be proud and daring As the ambitious waves when wrathful blasts Of Northern windes do hoist them violently Against the highest cloudes and rather will Destroy my self then wrong Carionil Exit Falorus Scena quarta Enter Cleanthe in womans apparel and Phygionis Cle. And serv'd my sister well to leave her so Phy. How much dear Madam have you impoverished Mens cies by hiding your perfections In their apparel indeed I flatter not I do not know the Lady owns so much beauty Cle. If my Carionil will like me then I shall attain the end of my desires May I appear but lovely in his eye And what I seem in others I will slight But good Phygionis tell me I prethee In your affection what success you have Is Nentis won or do you hope she will Phy. She 's mine we are contracted Cle. Joy wait on you And make your lives of many years pass pleasant Is it not ten are all the clocks grown envious Against my bliss and will not let me know How nigh his coming is for I esteem My self most happy in his company Enter Carionil like himself Car. This is the place Anclethe nam'd Phy. Madam he 's here Cle. Be friend me my good stars Car. Here is a Lady and a matchless one Wood two years since I had beheld this beauty When first I came from Spain and had my heart free Then many a sad day had been merry unto me For unto her Lucora should have yielded Sweet Lady you that are the fairest creature Nature did ever form vouchsafe so much Of happiness unto me as to give Me liberty to touch your lips do you Kisses her Know me and have your ears ere heard So poor a name as is Carionil But I am much mistook you are not she Whom here I was to meet I needs must doubt The fates did not intend me such a joy Cle. I am Car. Deceiv'd Pythagoras hadst thou but dream't The sweetness of this voice the musick of The Spheres thou never hadst recorded Speak Fairest and best of Ladies let me hear If you have so unmatch'd a pity in you As to look on me with a friendly eye Can you love me Cle. Most noble Sir I do most violently Car. If that to live

Fal. Is this not policy to delay my death Car. If ere you found me false believe me not Fal. It then is true Car. Most true Falorus Fal. Licence me friend now to embrace you well met Carionil and welcomer indeed Then ever yet man was unto me I Will live and owe my life unto you and when You please I for your sake will lay it down Freely I may Lucora now adore And rather then to lose her I will try All waies that are contain'd in policie Car. But say she never will consent Fal. I am Most confident she will to please her Father But if she should not I could suffer it 'T was not my Love made me thus passionate It was because in it I wronged you Car. Did you not marke when you did see me first A joy unusual sit upon my brow Fal. I had so much of sorrow in my heart That with it all my sences were possest Car. But you perceiv'd I had left my disguise What out of it did you collect Fal. I thought Lucora had descri'd you and you had A peremptory denial to your suit Enter Cleanthe and Phyginois Cle. Sir seeing you had made a fair conclusion And measuring each minute for an hour Until I were with you I rudely come Uncal'd for to you Car. Ever most welcome my Cleanthe friend This is the Lady I did mention to you She was Anclethe b●t is sister to The Mistress of you● thoughts and cal'd Cleanthe Whom long since all her friends believed lost And have these many years left mourning for Fal. A strange discovery and admirable Car. Some other time command the history This mutually among our selves we 'l spend Fal. Lady account me servant to your vertues And you Sir may command Falorus alwaies Phy. Your love will honour me most noble Lord. Cle. Sir I for you will intercession make Unto my sister and do hope shall prosper I will make known how much you are her servant And what affection my ears have witnessed For I unseen to you did hear what pass'd Fal. You will oblige me everlastingly Car. Now let us walk Fal. Whosoever loyal friendship doth regard With fair events the Gods will him reward Exeunt omnes Scena quinta Enter Iaques solus Iaq. I have a Licence for my Lady the brave gallant Mistress Lorece But it cost too much a conscience I wood a writ five times as much for halfe I gave for it But t' is the fashion among great ones so they have their wills they care not at how dear a rate they buy them This marriage is like Christmas when it comes it brings good cheer with 't we have fat Venison hold belly hold and wine I am sure we shall want none for the Vintner had twenty pounds on me this morning I ha bespoke a merry company of Fidlers O they are boon fellows and there will be old dancing for I mean to sweat my doublet quite through ere I leave Enter Lorece and Vandona Madam her'e 's the License your Worships sent me for the Parson and this will make all sure Lor. T is well done Iaques for this be thou the Neptune of the Cellar raise a tempest and drown who ever doth go down the staires Like old Silenus behave thy self Van. When we have din'd le ts go to my Lord Polidacres and invite that house Lor. We will my dear Widow Iaq. T will be a merry time I see Exeunt Omnes Scena sexta Enter Polidacre Lucora Antiphila and Nentis Ant. I wonder we have not seen the Ethiopian Lord to day Pol. He 'l not be long absent Lucora thou hast my heart for thy consent Falorus is a worthy Gentleman And one of an approved fashion He doth deserve a Princess my Lucora I know his nature is most noble else I would not move thee for him and although The time is not expir'd will you steal So much from age and be his wife I long To see thee well bestow'd Luc. VVhat ere you please t'command I will perform Enter Falorus Pol. Here is Falorus welcome my Lord I shall Shortly say my son my daughter I have won And when I please unto you she will give Away herself Fal. You are most noble But can you fairest Lady look so low As is Falorus can there be such a vertue Of rare humility within you that You thus confer affection upon me Luc. My Lord my father desires to make me yours And I have learnt so much obedience As willingly to do what he commands Fal. I wish I could most excellent Lucora Thanke you in all the languages are worth Your dear attention you have made me so Exceeding happy I envy not his wealth That ownes the inhaustible mines of fam'd Peru. Luco I thank you for this love and have a hope Requite you Sir Fal. My joy hath dul'd my senses Enter Lorece Vandona and Jaques Lor. Now brother have I not ended happily Vandona is my own We onely want The ceremony Eclesiastical My Lord I am your servant Fal. I have a Mistris got the richest beauty Great Brittain ever was renowned for Lor. Much very much y faith have you won her For whom hopeful Carionil did dye Fal. I won her not Lorece her fathers desire Meeting with her consent have made her mine Van. Sister you have been a stranger to me I pray you be not so Nen. You shall see me oftner Lor. Thou maist be Mercury and I will glory Thou art my brother Van. Madam I 'm very glad to meet you here Ant. And I as joyful of your company Enter Carionil Cleanthe and Phygionis Lor. Wonders Carionil's alive again and here Pol. For some strange end he did give forth his death But what yong beauteous Ladie 's that Luc. It is a face worthy of admiration Pol. Rise Lady kneel not unto me She kneels Cle. Then I were most unfit to be your Child Pol. How my daughter that was lost Clea. Yes my Lord and beg your blessing Pol. May the good heavens make of thee my daughter If you be she an old and happy woman Luc. I am a Sister to you Spare some time For me to shew how much I do rejoyce At this unlook'd for good none of your kin Fair Sister are more glad then I to see you Whom we had never hope to see I am Most proud to be alli'd unto So excellent a creature as you are Clea. I am most joyful of your love Ant. We are most glad to see you safe Van. As if you were our Sister Clea. My thanks sweet Ladies Pol. Dearest Cleanthe confirm thy father in His joy relate thy life that out of it I may grow confident thou art my daughter Phy. Lady leave that to me My Lord and if You with her silence can so long dispence I would do that Clean. He is my Nurses Son to whom my Lord I owe all thanks for my escape Pol. Sir when you please you may begin Nen. What not a gentleman I am undone