Actors Names MEN. Czar or great Duke of Moscovy Mr. Williams Archas the Loyal Subject General of the Moscovites Mr. Mills Theodore Son to Archas Valiant and Bold Mr. Wilks Putsky alias Brisky a Captain Brother to Archas. Mr. Griffin Alinda alias Archas Son to Archas. Mrs. Rogers Burris an honest Lord the Dukes Favourite Mr. Bickerstaffe Borosky a Malicious seducing Counsellor to the Duke Mr. Keen Ensign to Archas a Stout Merry Souldier Mr. Johnson Souldiers Gentlemen Guards WOMEN Olimpia Sister to the Duke Mrs. Finch Honora Daughters of Archas. Mrs. Temple Viola Daughters of Archas. Mrs. Norris Petesca Servants to Olimpia Mrs. Cox Lady Servants to Olimpia Mrs. Tapsford Bawd a Court Lady Scene MOSCO THE PREFACE THE Judicious and Candid will account it a Work of meer Supererogation either to make any Apology for or say any thing by way of Encomium on this present Performance or its Authors who are both universally and deservedly celebrated This Play having been entertained with a general Approbation not only formerly when it's Compilers were alive and able to support it both by their Character and Interest but even now in this our more Polite and Critical Age being lately revived just in its own Native and Original Simplicity without being dismembred curtail'd or passing the Index Expurgatorius of any of our Modern Refiners meeting with a kind Reception sutable to its Merit some Puny Poetaster disguised under the Coverture of a Petticoat hath presumed to graft his wild degenerate Crab on this Noble Stock but what delicious Fruit it has produced I leave to the distinguishing Taste of the discerning and generous Encouragers of the Stage This spurious Brat being now handing into the World by the Midwifry of the Press dismally Lame Distorted and Imperfect and the Town having been so penetrating and judicious as well as kind and tender that when this legitimate Off-spring of our Beaumont and Fletcher appeared on the Stage the very same Day as the By-Blow did it shewed a true Gust of Standard-Wit and quitted the Impostor to embrace the Legitimate And indeed our Loyal Subject is so intirely compleat in all his Parts and so well studied and considered in all the Incidents that it's Improvement or Correction would be a Work for the most accurate and sublime Pen. Wherefore it might justly be accounted both Ingratitude and Injustice not to undeceive the World by publishing him intire from the Original that those who were so well pleased with him on the Stage may when they please be entertained by him in their Hands and the Composers Memory and Reputation vindicated from the Imputation of such gross Absurdities and self-inconsistent Incongruities which often occur in the new modelled ones THE Loyal SUBJECT OR THE Faithful General ACT I. Scene I. Enter Theodor and Putskie Theod. CAptain your Friend 's prefer'd the Princess has her Who I assure my self will use her nobly A pretty sweet one 't is indeed Put. Well bred Sir I do deliver that upon my Credit And of an honest Stock Theod. It seems so Captain And no doubt will do well Put. Thanks to your Care Sir But tell me noble Colonel why this Habit Of Discontent is put on through the Army And why your valiant Father our great General The Hand that taught to strike the love that lead all Why he that was the Father of the War He that begot and bred the Soldier Why he sits shaking of his Arms like Autumn His Colours folded and his Drums Cas'd up The Tongue of War for ever ty'd within us Theod. It must be so Captain you are a stranger But of a small time here a Soldier Yet that time shews ye a right good and great one Else I could tell ye hours are strangely alter'd The young Duke has too many Eyes upon him Too many fears 't is thought too and to nourish those Maintains too many Instruments Put. Turn their Hearts Or turn their Heels up Heaven 'T is strange it should be The old Duke lov'd him dearly Theod. He deserv'd it And were he not my Father I durst tell ye The memorable hazards he has run through Deserv'd of this Man too highly deserv'd too Had they been less they had been safe Putskie And sooner reach'd regard Put. There you strook sure Sir Theod. Did I never tell thee of a Vow he made Some Years before the old Duke dy'd Put. I have heard ye Speak often of that Vow but how it was Or to what end I never understood yet Theod. I 'le tell thee then and then thou wilt find the reason The last great Muster 't was before ye serv'd here Before the last Duke's Death whose honour'd Bones Now rest in Peace this young Prince had the ordering To Crown his Father's hopes of all the Army Who to be short put all his Power to Practise Fashion'd and drew 'em up but alass so poorly So raggedly and loosly so unsoldier'd The good Duke blush'd and call'd unto my Father Who then was General Go Archas speedily And chide the Boy before the Soldier find him Stand thou between his Ignorance and them Fashion their Bodies new to thy Direction Then draw thou up and shew the Prince his Errors My Sire obey'd and did so with all Duty Inform'd the Prince and read him all Directions This bred distaste distaste grew up to anger And anger into wild Words broke out thus Well Archas if I live but to Command here To be but Duke once I shall then remember I shall remember truly trust me I shall And by my Father's Hand the rest his Eyes spoke To which my Father answer'd somewhat mov'd too And with a Vow he seal'd it Royal Sir Since for my Faith and Fights your scorn and anger Only pursue me if I live to that day That day so long expected to reward me By his so ever noble Hand you Swore by And by the Hand of Justice never Arms more Shall rib this Body in nor Sword hang here Sir The Conflicts I will do you Service then in Shall be repentant Prayers So they parted The time is come and now you know the wonder Put. I find a fear too which begins to tell me The Duke will have but poor and slight Defences If his hot Humour raign and not his Honour How stand you with him Sir Theod. A perdue Captain Full of my Father's Danger Put. He has rais'd a young Man They say a slight young Man I know him not For what desert Theod. Believe it a brave Gentleman Worth the Duke's respect a clear sweet Gentleman And of a noble Soul Come let 's retire us And wait upon my Father who within this hour You will find an alter'd Man Put. I am sorry for 't Sir Exeunt Scene II. Enter Olimpia and two Gentlewomen Olim. Is' t not a handsom Wench 2 Wom. She is well enough Madam I have seen a better Face and a straiter Body And yet she is a pretty Gentlewoman Olim. What think'st thou Petesca Petes Alass
should ye are their Brother The. Is this the Business I had thought your mind Sir Had been set forward on some noble Action Something had truly stirr'd ye Toth ' Court with these Why they are your Daughters Sir Ar. All this I know Sir The. The good old Woman on a Bed he threw To th' Court Ar. Thou art not mad The. Nor drunk as you are Drunk with your duty Sir Do you call it Duty A Pox o' duty what can these do there What should they do Can ye look Babies Sisters In the young Gallants eyes and twirl their Band-strings Can ye ride out to air your selves Pray Sir Be serious with me Do you speak this truly Ar. Why didst thou never hear of Women Yet at Court boy The. Yes and good Women too very good Women Excellent honest Women but are you sure Sir That these will prove so Hon. There 's the danger Brother The. God a mercy Wench thou hast a grudging of it Ar. Now be you serious Sir and observe what I say Do it and do it handsomly go with ' em The. With all my heart Sir I am in no Fault now If they be thought Whores for being in my Company Pray write upon their backs they are my Sisters And where I shall deliver ' em Ar. Ye are wondrous Jocund But prethee tell me art thou so lewd a Fellow I never knew thee fail a truth The. I am a Soldier And spell ye what that means Ar. A Soldier What dost thou make of me The. Your Pallat 's down Sir Ar I thank ye Sir The. Come shall we to this matter You will to Court Hon. If you will please to honour us The. I 'le honour ye I warrant I 'le set yee off With such a lustre Wenches Alas poor Viola Thou art a Fool thou criest for eating White-bread Be a good House-wife of thy Tears and save 'em Thou wilt have time enough to shed 'em Sister Do you weep too Nay then I 'le fool no more Come worthy Sisters since it must be so And since he thinks it fit to try your Vertues Be you as strong to Truth as I to guard ye And this old Gentleman shall have joy of ye Exeunt Scene III. Enter Duke and Burris Duke Burris take you ten thousand of those Crowns And those two Chains of Pearl they hold the richest I give 'em ye Bur. I humbly thank your Grace And may your great Example work in me That noble Charity to Men more worthy And of more Wants Duke You bear a good mind Burris Take twenty thousand now Be not so modest It shall be so I give 'em go there 's my Ring for 't Bur. Heaven bless your Highness ever Exit Duke You are honest Enter Alinda and Putskie at Door Puts They 're coming now to Court as fair as Vertue Two brighter Stars ne're rose here Al. Peace I have it And what my Art can do the Duke Put. I am gone Remember Exit Al. I am counsell'd to the full Sir Duk. My pretty Mistress whether lyes your Business How kindly I should take this were it to me now Al. I must confess immediately to your Grace At this time Du. You have no Address I do believe ye I would ye had Al. 'T were too much Boldness Sir Upon so little Knowledge less deserving Du. You 'll make a perfect Courtier Al. a very poor one Du. A very fair one Sweet come hither to me What killing Eyes this Wench has in his Glory Not the bright Sun when the Sirian Star reigns Shines half so fiery Al. Why does your Grace so view me Nothing but common Handsomness dwells here Sir Scarce that your Grace is pleas'd to mock my meanness Du. Thou shalt not go I do not lie unto thee In my Eye thou appear'st Al. Dim not the sight Sir I am too dull an Object Du. Canst thou love me Canst thou love him will honour thee Al. I can love And love as you do too but 't will not shew well Or if it do shew here where all Light lustres Tinsel Affections make a glorious glistering 'T will halt i' th' handsome way Du. Are ye so cunning Dost think I love not truly Al. No ye cannot You never travell'd that way yet pray pardon me I prate so boldly to you Du. There 's no harm done But what 's your reason Sweet Al. I would tell your Grace But happily Du. It shall be pleasing to me Al. I should love you again and then you would hate me With all my Service I should follow ye And through all Dangers Du. This would more provoke me More make me see thy Worths More make me meet ' em Al. You should do so if ye did well and truly But though ye be a Prince and have Power in ye Power of Example too ye have fail'd and falter'd Du. Give me Example where Al. You had a Mistress Oh Heaven so bright so brave a Dame so lovely In all her Life so true Du. A Mistress Al. That serv'd ye with that Constancy that Care That lov'd your Will and woo'd it too Du. What Mistress Al. That nurs'd your Honour up held fast your Vertue And when she kiss'd encreas'd not stole your Goodness Du. And I neglected her Al. Lost her forsook her Wantonly flung her off Du. What was her Name Al. Her Name as lovely as her self as noble And in it all that 's excellent Du. What was it Al. Her Name was Beau-desert Do you know her now Sir Du. Beau-desert I not remember Al. I know you do not Yet she has a plainer Name Lord Archas Service Do you yet remember her there was a Mistress Fairer than Women far fonder to you Sir Than Mothers to their first-born Joys Can you love Dare you profess that Truth to me a Stranger A thing of no Regard no Name no Lustre When your most noble Love you have neglected A Beauty all the World would woo and honour Would you have me credit this think ye can love me And hold ye constant when I have read this Story Is' t possible you should ever favour me To a slight Pleasure prove a Friend and fast too When where you were most ty'd most bound to benefit bound by the Chains of Honesty and Honour You have broke and boldly too I am a weak one Arm'd only with my Fears I beseech your Grace Tempt me no further Du. Who taught you this Lesson Al. Woful Experience Sir If you seek a Fair one Worthy your Love if yet you have that perfect Two Daughters of his ruin'd Vertue now Arrive at Court excellent fair indeed Sir But this will be the Plague on 't they 're excellent honest Enter Olimpia and Petesca privately Du. I love thy Face Al. Upon my Life ye cannot I do not love it my self Sir 't is a lewd one So truly ill Art cannot mend it for if 't were handsome At least if I thought so you should hear me talk Sir In a new Strain and though ye are
a Prince Make ye petition to me too and wait my Answers Yet o' my Conscience I should pity ye After some Ten years Siege Du. Prithee do now Al. What would ye do Du. Why I would lye with ye Al. I do not think ye would Du. In troth I would Wench Here take this Jewel Al. Out upon 't that 's scurvy Nay if we do sure we 'll do for good Fellowship For pure Love or nothing thus you shall be sure Sir You shall not pay too dear for 't Du. Sure I cannot Al. By 'r Lady but ye may when ye have found me able To do your Work well ye may pay my Wages Pet. Why does your Grace start back Olim. I ha' seen that shakes me Chills all my Blood O where is Faith or Goodness Alinda thou art false false thou fair one Wickedly false and woe is me I see it For ever false Pet. I am glad 't has taken thus right Exit Al. I 'll go ask my Lady Sir Du. What Al. Whether I shall lye with you or no If I find her willing For look ye Sir I have sworn while I am in her Service 'T was a rash Oath I must confess Du. Thou mockest me Al. Why would you lye with me if I were willing Would you abuse my Weakness Du. I would piece it And make it stronger Al. I humbly thank your Highness When you piece me you must pice me to my Coffin When you have got my Maiden-head I take it 'T is not an Inch of an Ape 's Tail will restore it I love you and I honour you but this way I 'll neither love nor serve you Heaven change your Mind Sir Exit Du. And thine too For it must be chang'd it shall be Exit Scene 4. Enter Boroskie Burris Theodore Viola and Honora Bor. They are goodly Gentlewomen Bur. They are Wondroos sweet Women both The. Does your Lordship like ' em They are my Sisters Sir good lusty Lasses They 'll do their Labour well I warrant you You 'll find no Bed-straw here Sir Hon. Thank you Brother The. this is not so strongly built but she is good Mettle Of a good stirring strain too she goes tith Sir Enter 2 Gent. Here they be Gentlemen must make you merry The Toys you wot of do you like their Complexions They be no Moors what think you of this Hand Gentlemen Here 's a white Altar for your Sacrifice A thousann Kisses here Nay keep off yet Gentlemen Let 's start first and have fair Play what would you give now To turn the Globe up and find the rich Moluccas To pass the Straights Here do you itch by St. Nicholas Here 's that will make you scratch and claw Claw my fine Gentlemen move you in divers sorts Pray you let me request you to forget To say your Prayers whilst these are Courtiers Or if you needs will think of Heaven let it be no higher Than their Eyes Bor. How will you have 'em bestow'd Sir The. Even how your Lordship please So you do not bake ' em Bor. Bake ' em The. They are too high a Meat that way they run to Gelly But if you 'll have 'em for your own Diet take my Counsel Stew 'em between two Feather-beds Bur. Please you Colonel To let 'em wait upon the Princess Theo. Yes Sir And thank your Honour too But then happily These noble Gentlemen shall have no access to 'em And to have 'em buy new Cloaths study new Faces And keep a stinking stir with themselves for nothing 'T will not be well i'saith they have kept their Bodies And bin at charge for Baths Do you see that Shirt there Weigh but the moral meaning 't will be grievous Alas I brought them to delight these Gentlemen I weigh their wants by mine I brought 'em wholesome Wholesome and young my Lord and two such Blessings They will not light upon again in Ten years Bor. 'T is fit they wait upon her The. They are fit for any thing They 'll wait upon a Man they are not bashful Carry his Cloak or untie his Points or any thing Drink drunk and take Tobacco the familiar'st Fools This Wench will leap over Stools too and sound a Trumpet Wrastle and pitch the Bar they are finely brought up Bor. Ladies you are bound to your Brother And have much cause to thank him I le ease you of this Charge and to the Princess So please you I le attend ' em The. Thank your Lordship If there be e'er a private Corner as you go Sir A foolish Lobby out o th' way make danger Try what they are try Bor. Ye are a merry Gentleman The. I would fain be your Honours Kinsman Bor. Ye are too curst Sir The. Farewel Wenches keep close your Ports y' are washt else Ho. Brother bestow your Fears where they are needful Exit Boros Honor. Viol. The. Honor thy Name is and I hope thy Nature Goe after Gentlemen goe get a Snatch if you can Yond' old Erra Pater will never please 'em Alas I brought 'em for you but see the luck on 't I swear I meant as honestly toward ye Nay do not cry good Gentlemen a little Counsel Will do no harm they 'll walk abroad i th' Evenings Ye may surprize 'em easily they wear no Pistols Set down your Minds in Metre flowing Metre And get some good old Linnen Woman to deliver it That has the trick on 't you cannot fail Farewel Gentlemen Exit Bur. You have frighted off the Flesh flies The. Flesh flies indeed my Lord. Enter a Serv. And it must be very stinking Flesh they will not seize on Serv. Your Lordship bid me bring this Casket Bur. Yes Cood Colonel Commend me to your worthy Father and as a Pledge He ever holds my Love and Service to him Deliver him this poor but hearty Token And where I may be his The. Ye are too Noble A Wonder here my Lord that dare be Honest When all Men hold it Vitious I shall deliver it And with it your most Noble Love Your Servant Ex. Bur. Were there but two more such at Court ' rwere Sainted This will buy Brawn this Christmas yet and Muscadine Ex. SCENE V. Enter Ancient crying Brooms and after him severally four Souldiers crying other things Borosky and Gentlemen over the Stage observing them 1. SONG Anc. Broom Broom the bonny Broom Come buy my Birchen Broom i th' wars we have no more room Buy all my bonny Broom For a Kiss take two If those will not do For a little little Pleasure Take all my whole Treasure If all those will not do 't Take the Broom-man to boot Broom Broom the bonny Broom 2. SONG 1 Sol. The Wars are done and gone And Soldiers now neglected Pedlars are Come Maidens come alone For I can shew you handsom handsome Ware Powders for the Hoad And Drinks for your Bed To make ye blith and bonny As well in the Night we Soldiers can fight And please a young Wench as any 2
Man made up in Lust would loath this in you The rankest Leacher hate such Impudence They say the Devil can assume Heavens brightness And so appear to tempt us sure thou art no Woman Al. I joy to find thee thus aside Hon. Thou hast no tenderness No reluctation in thy Heart 't is mischief Al. All 's one for that read these and then be satisfy'd A few more private Rules I have gather'd for you Read 'em and well observe 'em so I leave you Exit Viol. A wondrous wicked Woman shame go with thee Hon. What new Pandoras Box is this I le see it Though presently I tear it Read thine Viola 'T is in our own Wills to believe and follow Worthy Honora as you have begun In Vertues spotless School so forward run Pursue that nobleness and chaste desire You ever had burn in that holy Fire And a white Martyr to fair memory Give up your Name unsoil'd of Infamy How 's this Read yours out Sister this amazes me Vio. Fear not thou yet unblasted Violet Nor let my wanton words a Doubt beget Live in that peace and sweetness of thy Bud Remember whose thou art and grow still good Remember whose thou art and stand a Story Fit for thy noble Sex and thine own Glory Hon. I know not what to think Viol. Sure a good Woman An excellent Woman Sister Hon. It confounds me Let 'em use all their Arts if these be their ends The Court I say breeds the best Foes and Friends Come let 's be honest Wench and do our best service Vio. A most excellent Woman I will love her Exeunt ACT. IV. Enter Olimpia with a Casket and Alinda Al. MAdam the Duke has sent for the two Ladies Olim. I prethee go I know thy Thoughts are with him Go go Alinda do not mock me more I have found thy Heart Wench do not wrong thy Mistriss Thy too much loving Mistriss do not abuse her Al. By your own fair Hands I understand you not Ol. By thy own fair Eyes I understand thee too much Too far and build a Faith there thou hast ruind Go and enjoy thy Wish thy Youth thy Pleasure Enjoy the Greatness no doubt he has promised Enjoy the service of all Eyes that see thee The Glory thou hast aim'd at and the triumph Only this last Love I ask forget thy Mistress Al. O who has wrong'd me who has ruin'd me Poor wretched Girl what poyson is flung on thee Excellent Vertue from whence flows this Anger Ol. Go ask my Brother ask the Faith thou gav'st me Ask all my Favours to thee ask my Love Last thy forgetfulness of Good then fly me For we must part Alinda Al. You are weary of me I must confess I was never worth your Service Your bounteous Favours less but that my Duty My ready Will and all I had to serve you O Heaven thou know'st my Honesty Ol. No more Take heed Heaven has a Justice take this Ring with you This doting Spell you gave me too well Alinda Thou know'st the Vertue in 't too well I feel it Nay keep that too it may sometimes remember you When you are willing to forget who gave it And to what Vertuous end Al. Must I go from you Of all the Sorrows sorrow has must I part with you Part with my noble Mistress Ol. Or I with thee Wench Al. And part stain'd with Opinion Farewel Lady Happy and Blessed Lady goodness keep you Thus your poor Servant full of Grief turns from you For ever full of Grief for ever from you I have no being now no Friends no Country I wander Heaven knows whither Heaven knows how No Life now you are lost only mine innocence That little left me of my self goes with me That 's all my Bread and Comfort I confess Madam Truly confess the Duke has often courted me Ol. And powr'd his Soul into thee won thee Al. Do you think so Well time that told this Tale will tell my truth too And say you had a faithful honest Servant The business of my Life is now to pray for you Pray for your Vertuous Loves Pray for your Children When Heaven shall make you happy Ol. How she wounds me Either I am undone or she must go take these with you Some Toys may do you service and this Money And when you want I Love you not so poorly Not yet Alinda that I would see you perish Prethee be good and let me hear look on me I Love those Eyes yet dearly I have kiss'd thee And now I le do 't again farewel Alinda I am too full to speak more and too wretched Exit Al. You have my Faith And all the World my Fortune Exit SCENE II. Enter Theodore The I would fain hear What becomes of these two Wenches And if I can I will do 'em good Enter Gentleman passing over the Stage Do you hear my honest Friend He knows no such Name What a World of business Which by Interpretation are meer nothing These things have here ' Mass now I think on 't better I wish he be not sent for one of them To some of these By-lodgings methought I saw A kind of Reference in his Face to Bawdery Enter Gentleman with a Gentlewoman passing over the Stage He has her but 't is none of them hold fast thief An excellent touzing Knave Mistress You are to suffer your penance some half Hour hence now How far a fine Court Custard with Plumbs in it Will prevail with one of these waiting Gentlewomen They are taken with these soluble things exceedingly This is some Yeomen o th' Bottles now that has sent for her That she calls Father now woe to this Ale incense By your leave Sir Enter a Servant Ser. Well Sir what 's your pleasure with me The. You do not know the way to the Maid's Lodgings Ser. Yes indeed do I Sir The. But you will not tell me Ser. No indeed will not I because you doubt it Exit Enter 2. Servant The. These are fine Gim-cracks hey here comes another A Bottle of Wine in 's Hand I take it Well met my Friend is that Wine 2 Ser. Yes indeed is it The. Faith I 'll drink on 't then 2 Ser. Ye may because ye have sworn SIr The. 'T is very good I 'll drink a great deal now Sir 2 Ser. I cannot help it Sir The. I 'll drink more yet 2 Ser. 'T is in your own Hands The. There 's your Bottle I thank you Pray let me drink again 2 Ser. Faith but ye shall not Now have I sworn I take it Fare you well Sir Exit The. This is the fin'st Place to live in I e'er ente'rd Here comes a Gentlewoman and alone I 'll to her Madam my Lord my Master Enter Lady Lady Who 's your Lord Sir The. The Lord Boroskie Lady Lady Pray excuse me Here 's something for your Pains within this hour Sir One of the choice young Ladies shall attend him Pray let it be in that Chamber juts out