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BROCKHAUS. &tbs Sotii : THE .MACMILLAN COMPANY. »om6aH anB ffislcutta: MACMILLAN AND CO., Ltd. ,(^t(9 ^I'^/l [Ail nights reserved.'] THE MAD LOVER, A TRAGI-COMEDY. Persons Represented in the Play. Astorax, King of Paphos. Memnon, the General and the Mad Lover. Polydor, Brother to Memnon, be- loved of Calis. Polybhitl *'^° ""'""'* ^°"''^'"''- Chilax, an old merry Souldier. Syphax, a Souldier in love luith the Princess. Stremon, a Souldier that can sing. Demagoras, Servant to the General. Chirurgion. Fool. Page. Courtiers. WOMEN. Calis, Sister to the King, and Mistris to Memnon. Cleanthe, Sister to Syphax. Lucippe, one of the Princesses Women. Priest of Venus, an old luanton, A Nun. Cloe, a Camp Baggage. "The Scene Paphos. The principal Acftors were, Richard Burbadge. Robert Benfeild. Nathanael Feild. Henry Condel. John Lowin. William Eglestone. Richard Sharpe. I B.-F. III. THE MAD LOVER Act i ABus primus. Scena prima. Flourish. Enter Astorax King of Paphos, his Sister Calis, Train, and Cleanthe, Lucippe Gentlewomen, at one door ; at the other Eumenes a Souldier. Eume. T T Ealth to my Soveraign. J[ \_ King. Eumenes, welcome : Welcome to Paphos, Souldier, to our love, And that fair health ye wish us, through the Camp May it disperse it self, and make all happy ; How does the General, the valiant Memnon, And how his Wars, Eumenes ? Eume. The Gods have giv'n you (Royal Sir) a Souldier, Better ne're sought a danger, more approv'd In way of War, more master of his fortunes, Expert in leading 'em ; in doing valiant. In following all his deeds to Viftories, And holding fortune certain there. King. O Souldier, Thou speak'st a man indeed ; a Generals General, A soul conceiv'd a Souldier. Eumen. Ten set Battels Against the strong usurper Diodes (Whom long experience had begot a Leader, Ambition rais'd too mighty) hath your Memnon Won, and won gloriously, distrest and shook him Even from the head of all his hopes to nothing : In three, he beat the Thunder-bolt his Brother, Forc'd him to wall himself up : there not safe. Shook him with warlike Engins like an Earthquake, Till like a Snail he left his shell and crawl'd By night and hideous darkness, to destrudlion : Disarm'd for ever rising more : Twelve Castles, Some thought impregnable ; Towns twice as many ; Countries that like the wind knew no command But savage wildness, hath this General With loss of blood and youth, through Storms and Tempests Call'd to your fair obedience. King. O my Souldier Sc. I THE MAD LOVER That thou wert now within my arms ; what drums f Drums Are those that beat Eumenes ? {within.^ Eumen. His, my Soveraign ; Himself i'th' head of conquest drawing home, An old man now to offer up his glories. And endless conquest at your shrine. King. Goe all, And entertain him with all Ceremonie, We'l keep him now a Courtier. Eumen. Sir, a strange one, Pray God his language bear it ; by my life, Sir He knows no complement, nor curious casting Of words into fit places e're he speak 'em, He can say fight well fellow, and I'le thank thee : He that must eat, must fight; bring up the rear there. Or charge that wing of horse home. [Flourish. King. Goe too, goe too. Enter Memnon, and a train of Courtiers, and Souldiers, two Captains, Chilax. Valiant and wise are twins Sir : welcom, welcom, Welcom my fortunate and famous General, High in thy Princes favour, as in fame, Welcom to Peace, and Paphos. Mem. Thank your Grace, And would to God my dull tongue had that sweetness To thank you as I should ; but pardon me. My sword and I speak roughly Sir : your battels I dare well say, I have fought well ; for I bring ye That lazie end you wish for Peace, so fully. That no more name of war is : who now thinks Sooner or safer these might have been ended. Begin 'em if he dare again ; I'le thank him. Soiildier and Souldiers Mate these twenty five years, At length your General, (as one whose merit Durst look upon no less,) I have waded through Dangers would damp these soft souls, but to hear of. The maidenheads of thousand lives hang here Sir, Since which time Prince, I know no Court but Marshal, No oylie language, but the shock of Arms, A2 1 THE MAD LOVER Act i No dalliance but with death ; No lofty measures But weary and sad marches, cold and hunger, Larums at midnight Valours self would shake at. Yet I ne're shrunk : Balls of consuming Wildfire, That lickt men up like lightning, have I laught at, And tost 'em back again like childrens trifles. Upon the edges of my Enemies swords I have marcht like whirle-winds, fury at this hand waiting, Death at my right ; Fortune my forlorn hope. When I have grapled with destruftion, And tug'd with pale fac'd Ruine, Night and Mischief, Frighted to see a new day break in bloud ; And every where I conquer'd ; and for you Sir, Mothers have wanted wombs to make me famous, And blown ambition, dangers ; Those that griev'd ye, I have taken order for i'th' earth : those fools That shall hereafter — King. No more wars my Souldier : (K. takes Mem. aside We must now treat of peace Sir. \ and talks with him. Clean. How he talks. How gloriously. Cal. A goodly timber'd fellow. Valiant no doubt. Cle. If valour dwell in vaunting ; In what a phrase he speaks, as if his aftions Could be set off in nothing but a noise ; Sure h'as a drum in's mouth. Cal. I wonder wenches How he would speak to us. Clean. Nothing but Larum, Tell us whose throat he cut, shew us his sword. And bless it for sure biting. Lucippe. And 't like your Grace, I do not think he knows us what we are, Or to what end ; for I have heard his followers AfSrm he never saw a woman that exceeded A Sutlers wife yet, or in execution Old bedrid Beldames without teeth or tongues, That would not flie his furie ? how he looks. Clea. This way devoutly. Sc. I THE MAD LOVER Cal. §ure his Lordship's viewing Our Fortifications. Lucip. If he mount at me, I may chance choak his Battery. Cal. Still his eye Keeps quarter this way : Fenus grant his valour Be not in love. Clean. If he be, presently Expeft a Herald and a Trumpet -^'wh ye To bid ye render ; we two Perdu's pay for't else. King, rie leave ye to my sister, and these Ladies To make your welcom fuller : my good souldier We must now turn your sternness into Courtship ; When ye have done there, to your fair repose Sir: [Flourish. I know you need it Memnon ; welcom Gentlemen. [Exit King. Luci. Now he begins to march : Madam the Fan's yours, Keep your ground sure ; 'tis for your spurrs. Mem. O Fenus. (He kneels amazed, and Cal. How he stares on me. \ forgets to speak. Clean. Knight him Madam, knight him. He will grow toth' ground else. Eumenes. Speak Sir, 'tis the Princess. I Cap. Ye shame your self, speak to her. Cal. Rise and speak Sir. Ye are welcome to the Court, to me, to all Sir. Lucip. Is he not deaf? Cal. The Gentleman's not well. Eumen. Fie noble General. Lucip. Give him fresh air, his colour goes, how do ye ? The Princess will be glad Sir. Mem. Peace, and hear me. Clean. Command a silence there. Mem. I love thee Lady. Cal. I thank your Lordship heartily : proceed Sir. Lucip. Lord how it stuck in's stomach like a surfeit. Clean. It breaks apace now from him, God be thanked. What a fine spoken man he is. Lucip. A choice one, of singular variety in carriage. Clean. Yes and I warrant you he knows his distance. THE MAD LOVER Act i Mem. With all my heart I love thee. Cal. A hearty Gentleman, And I were e'en an arrant beast, my Lord, But I lov'd you again. Mem. Good Lady kiss me. Clean. I marry, Mars, there thou cam'st close up to her. Cal. Kiss you at first my Lord ? 'tis no fair fashion. Our lips are like Rose buds, blown with mens breaths, They lose both sap and savour ; there-'s my hand Sir. Eumen. Fie, fie, my Lord, this is too rude. Mem. Unhand me. Consume me if I hurt her ; good sweet Lady Let me but look upon thee. Cal. Doe. Mem. Yet — Cal. Well Sir, Take your full view. Lucip. Bless your eyes Sir. Cal. Mercy, Is this the man they talkt of for a Souldier, So absolute and Excellent : O the Gods, If I were given to that vanitie Of making sport with men for ignorance. What a most precious subjedl had I purchas'd ! Speak for him Gentlemen : some one that knows, What the man ails ; and can speak sense. Clean. Sure Madam, This fellow has been a rare Hare finder. See how his eyes are set. Cal. Some one goe with me, I'le send him something for his head, poor Gentleman, He's troubled with the staggers. Lucip. Keep him dark. He will run March mad else, the fumes of Battels Ascend into his brains. Clean. Clap to his feet An old Drum head, to draw the thunder downward. Cal. Look to him Gentlemen : farewel. Lord I am sorry We cannot kiss at this time, but believe it We'l find an hour for all : God keep my Children, 6 Sc. I THE MAD LOVER From being such sweet Souldiers ; Softly wenches, Lest we disturb his dream. [Exeunt Calis and Ladies. Eumen. Why this is Monstrous. 1 Capt. A strange forgetfulness, yet still he holds it. 2 Capt. Though he ne're saw a woman of great fashion Before this day, yet methinks 'tis possible He might imagine what they are, and what Belongs unto 'em : meer report of others. Eumen. Pish, his head had other whimsies in't : my Lord, Death I think y'are struck dumb ; my good Lord General. 1 Capt. Sir. Mem. That I do love ye Madam ; and so love ye An't like your grace. 2 Capt. He has been studying this speech. Eumen. Who do ye speak to Sir ? Mem. Why where's the Lady, The woman, the fair woman ? I Capt. Who ? Mem. The Princess, Give me the Princess. Eumen. Give ye counsel rather To use her like a Princess : Fy my Lord, How have you born your self, how nakedl[y] Laid your soul open, and your ignorance To be a sport to all. Report and honour Drew her to doe you favours, and you bluntly. Without considering what, or who she was. Neither colledting reason, nor distinftion. Mem. Why, what did I my Masters ? Eumen. All that shews A man unhandsom, undigested dough. Mem. Did not I kneel unto her ? Eumen. Dumb and sensless, As though ye had been cut out for your fathers tomb. Or stuck a land-mark ; when she spoke unto you. Being the excellence of all our Island, Ye star'd upon her, as ye had seen a monster. Me\rn\. Was I so foolish ? I confess Eumenes, I never saw before so brave an outside. But did I kneel so long ? THE MAD LOVER Act i Eumen. Till they laught at ye, And when you spoke, I am asham'd to tell ye What 'twas my Lord ; how far from order ; Bless me, is't possible the wild noise of war And what she only teaches should possess ye ? Knowledge to treat with her, and full discretion Being at flood still in ye : and in peace, And manly conversation smooth and civil, Where gracefulness and glory twyn together, Thrust your self out an exile ? Do you know Sir, what state she carries ? What great obedience waits at her beck continually ? Mem. She ne're commanded A hundred thousand men, as I have done. Nor ne're won battel ; Say I would have kist her. Eumen. There was a dainty offer too, a rare one. Mem. Why, she is a woman, is she not ? Eumen. She is so. Mem. Why, very well ; what was she made for then ? Is she not young, and handsom, bred to breed ? Do not men kiss fair women ? if they doe. If lips be not unlawfull ware ; Why a Princess Is got the same way that we get a begger Or I am cozen'd ; and the self-same way She must be handled e're she get another. That's rudeness is it not ? 2 Capt. To her 'tis held so, & rudeness in that high degree — Mem. 'Tis reason. But I will be more punctual ; pray what thought she ? Eum. Her thoughts were merciful, but she laught at ye, Pitying the poorness of your complement. And so she left ye. Good Sir shape your self To understand the place, and noble persons You live with now. I Capt. Let not those great deserts The King hath laid up of ye, and the people. Be blasted with ill bearing. Eume. The whole name of souldier then will suffer. Mem. She's a sweet one. And good sirs leave your exhortations. Sc. I THE MAD LOVER They come untimely to me, I have brains That beat above your reaches : She's a Princess, That's all : I have killed a King, that's greater. Come let's to dinner, if the Wine be good, You shall perceive strange wisdom in my blood. [Exeunt all hut Chilax. Chil. Well, would thou wert i' the wars again Old Memnon, there thou wouldst talk toth' purpose, And the proudest of all these Court Camelions Would be glad to find it sense too : pla[g;u]e of this Dead peace, this Bastard breeding, lowzie, lazie idleness. Now we must learn to pipe, and pick our livings Out of old rotten ends : these twenty five years I have serv'd my Country, lost my youth and bloud, Expos'd my life to dangers more than dayes; Yet let me tell my wants, I know their answers. The King is bound to right me, they good people Have but from hand to mouth. Look to your wives Your young trim wives, your high-day wives, your march- For if the souldiers find not recompence, (panes, As yet there's none a hatching ; I believe You men of wares, the men of wars will nick ye. For starve nor beg they must not; my small means Are gone in fumo : here to raise a better Unless it be with lying, or Dog flattering. At which our Nation's excellent; observing Dog-days, When this good Lady broyles and would be basted By that good Lord, or such like moral learnings. Is here impossible ; Well ; I will rub among 'em If any thing for honestie be gotten, Though't be but bread and cheese I can be satisfied : If otherwise the wind blow, stiff as I am Yet I shall learn to shuffle : There's an old Lass That shall be nameless yet alive, my last hope. Has often got me my pocket full of crowns. If all fail — ^Jack-Dawes, are you alive still ? Then I see the coast clear, when fools and boyes can prosper. Enter Fool, and Page. Page. Brave Lieutenant. THE MAD LOVER Act i Fool. Hail to the man of worship. Chi. You are fine sirs, Most passing fine at all points. Fool. As ye see Sir, Home-bred and handsome, we cut not out our clothes Sir At half sword as your Taylors doe, and pink 'em With Pikes and Partizans, we live retir'd Sir Gentlemen like, and jealous of our honours. Chi. Very fine Fool, and fine Boy, Peace playes with you, As the wind playes with Feathers, dances ye. You grind with all gusts, gallants. Page. We can bounce Sir, When you Soldados bend i'th' hams, and frisk too. Fool. When twenty of your trip-coats turn their tippets, And your cold sallets without salt or vineger Be wambling in your stomachs ; hemp and hobnails Will bear no price now, hangings and old harness Are like to over-run us. Pa. Whores and hot houses. Fool. Surgeons and Syringes ring out your sance-bells. Page. Your Jubile, your Jubile. Fool. Proh Deum. How our St. Georges will bestride the Dragons, The red and ramping Dragons. Page. Advanc't fool — Fool. But then the sting i'th' tail boy. Page. Tanto Melior. For so much the more danger, the' more honour. Chi. You're very pleasant with our occupation Gent. Which very like amongst these fierie Serpents May light upon a Blind-worm of your blood, A Mother or a Sister. Fool. Mine's past saddle. You should be sure of her else : but say Sir Huon, Now the Drums dubbs, and the sticks turn'd bed-staves. All the old Foxes hunted to their holes. The Iron age return'd to Erebus, And Honorificabilitudinitatibus Thrust out o'th' Kingdom by the head and shoulders, What trade do you mean to follow? 10 Sc. I THE MAD LOVER Chi. That's a question. Fool. Yes and a learned question if ye mark it, Consider and say on. Chi. Fooling as thou dost, that's the best trade I take it. Fool, Take it straight then For fear your fellows be before ye, hark ye Lieutenant Pooling's the thing, the thing worth all your fightings. When all's done ye must fool Sir. Chi. Well, I must then. Fool. But do you know what fooling is ? true fooling, The circumstances that belong unto it ? For every idle knave that showes his teeth, Wants and would live, can juggle, tumble, fiddle. Make a dog face, or can abuse his fellow. Is not a fool at first dash ; you shall find Sir Strange turnings in this trade ; to fool is nothing As fooling has been, but to fool the fair way. The new way, as the best men fool their friends. For all men get by fooling, meerly fooling. Desert does nothing, valiant, wise, vertuous. Are things that walk by without bread or breeches. Chi. I partly credit that. Fool. Fine wits, fine wits Sir, There's the young Boy, he does well in his way too. He could not live else in his Masters absence ; He tyes a Ladyes garters so, so prettily. Say his hand slip, but say so. Chi. Why let it slip then. Fool. 'Tis ten to one the body shall come after. And he that works deserves his wages. Chi. That's true. Fool. He riddles finely to a waiting Gentlewoman, Expounds dreams like a Prophet, dreams himself too. And wishes all dreams true ; they cry Amen, And there's a Memorandum : he can sing too Bawdy enough to please old Ladies: he lies rarely. Pawns ye a sute of clothes at all points, fully. Can pick a pocket if ye please, or casket ; Lisps when he lists to catch a Chambermaid, And calls his Hostess mother, these are things now, II THE MAD LOVER Act i If a man mean to live : to fight and swagger, Beaten about the Ears with bawling sheepskins, Cut to the soul for Summer: here an arm lost. And there a leg ; his honourable head Seal'd up in salves and cereclothes, like a packet, And so sent over to an Hospital, stand there, charge there. Swear there, whore there, dead there. And all this sport for cheese, and chines of dog-flesh. And mony when two wednesdayes meet together. Where to be lowzie is a Gentleman, And he that wears a clean shirt has his shrowd on. Chi. rie be your scholar, come if I like fooling. Fool. You cannot choose but like it, fight you one day I'le fool another, when your Surgeon's paid. And all your leaks stopt, see whose slops are heaviest, I'le have a shilling for a can of wine. When you shall have two Sergeants for a Counter. Boy. Come learn of us Lieutenant, hang your Iron up, We'l find you cooler wars. Chi. Come let's together, I'le see your tricks, and as I like 'em. — [^Exeunt. Enter Memnon, Eumenes, and Captains. Men. Why was there not such women in the camp then Prepar'd to make me know 'em ? Bum. 'Twas no place Sir. (tures 1 Capt. Why should they live in Tumults ? they are crea- Soft and of sober natures. Mem. Cou'd not your wives. Your Mothers, or your Sisters have been sent for To exercise upon ? Eume. We thank your Lordship. 2 Capt. But do you mean ? Mem. I do mean. 2 Capt. What Sir ? Mem. To see her. And see thee hang'd too an thou anger'st me, And thousands of your throats cut, get ye from me, Ye keep a prating of your points of manners, And fill my head with lowzie circumstances, 12 Sc. I THE MAD LOVER Better have Ballads in't, your courtly worships, How to put off my hat, you, how to turn me. And you (forsooth) to blow my nose discreetly; Let me alone, for I will love her, see her. Talk to her, and mine own way. Eume. She's the Princess. Mem. Why let her be the Devil, I have spoke When Thunder durst not check me, I must love, I know she was a thing kept for me. Eume. And I know Sir, Though she were born yours, yet your strange behaviour And want — Mem. Thou liest. Bum. I do not. Mem. Ha ! Eume. I do not lye Sir, I say you want fair language, nay 'tis certain You cannot say good morrow. Mem. Ye Dog-whelps, The proudest of your prating tongues — Eume. Doe, kill us. Kill us for telling truth : for my part, General, I would not live to see men make a may-game Of him I have made a Master, kill us quickly. Then ye may — Mem. What ? Eume. Doe what you list, draw your sword childishly Upon your Servants that are bound to tell ye ; I am weary of my life. 1 Capt. And I. 2 Capt. And all Sir. Eume. Goe to the Princess, make her sport, cry to her I am the glorious man of war. Mem. Pray ye leave me, I am sorry I was angry, I'le think better. Pray no more words. Eume. Good Sir. Mem. Nay then. 2 Capt. We are gone Sir. [^Exeunt Eume. and Capt. 13 THE MAD LOVER Act i Mem. walks aside full of strange gestures. Enter Princess Calis, Lucippe, Cleanthe, Cal. How came he hither ? see for Heavens sake wenches, What face, and what postures he puts on, I do not think he is perfedl. Cle. If your love Have not betray'd his little wits, he's well enough. As well as he will be. Cal. Mark how he muses. Lucip. H'as a Batalia now in's brains, he draws out, now Have at ye Harpers. Cle. See, see, there the fire fails. Lucip. Look what an Alphabet of faces he runs through. Cle. O love, love, how amorously thou look'st In an old rusty armour. Cle. I'll away, for by my troth I fear him. Lucip. Fear the gods. Madam, And never care what man can do, this fellow With all his frights about him and his furies. His Larums, and his Launces, Swords, and Targets, Nay case him up in armour Cap-a-pe, Yet durst I undertake within two hours, If he durst charge, to give him such a shake, Should shake his Valour off, and make his shanks to ake. Cle. For shame no more. Cal. He muses still. Cle. The Devil- Why should this old dryed timber chopt with thunder — Cal. Old Wood burns quickest. Lucip. Out, you would say Madam, Give me a green stick that may hold me heat. And smoak me soundly too ; He turns, and sees ye. (Memnon Cle. There's no avoiding now, have at ye. \comes to her. Mem. Lady. The more I look upon ye. [Stays her. Cle. The more you may. Sir. Cal. Let him alone. Mem. I would desire your patience. The more I say I look, the more — [Stays her. Lucip. My Fortune, 14 Sc. I THE MAD LOVER 'Tis very apt, Sir. Mem. Women, let my Fortune And me alone I wish ye, pray come this way. And stand you still there Lady. Cal, Leave the words Sir, and leap into the meaning. <'= These are the Gardens of Adonis, Ladies, Where all sweets to their free and noble uses. Grow ever young and courted. 130 Sc. VI THE LOYAL SUBJECT Hon. Bless me Heaven, Can things of her years arrive at these rudiments ? By your leave fair Gentlewoman, how long have you been Al. Faith much about a week. (here ? Hon. You have studied hard. And by my faith arriv'd at a great knowledge. Viol. Were not you bashfull at first ? Al. I, I, for an hour or two : But when I saw people laugh'd at me for it. And thought it a dull breeding — Hon. You are govern'd here then Much after the mens opinions. Al. Ever Lady. Hon. And what they think is honourable. — Al. Most precisely- We follow with all faith. Hon. A goodly Catechisme. Viol. But bashfull for an hour or two ? Al. Faith to say true, I do not think I was so long : for look ye, 'Tis to no end here, put on what shape ye will. And soure your self with ne're so much austeritie. You shall be courted in the same, and won too, 'Tis but some two hours more ; and so much time lost, Which we hold pretious here : In so much time now As I have told you this, you may lose a Servant, Your age, nor all your Art can e're recover. Catch me occasion as she comes, hold fast there. Till what you do aiFeft is ripn'd to ye. Has the Duke seen ye yet ? Hon. What if he have not ? Al. You do your beauties too much wrong, appearing So full of sweetness, newness ; set so richly, As if a Counsel beyond nature fram'd ye. Hon. If we were thus, say heaven had given these bles- Must we turn these to sin-oblations ? (sings, Al. How foolishly this Countrey way shews in ye ? How full of flegm ? do you come here to pray, Ladies ? You had best cry, stand away, let me alone Gentlemen, I'le tell my Father else. 12 131 THE LOYAL SUBJECT Act iii Fiol. This woman's naught sure, A very naughtie woman. Hon. Come, say on friend, I'le be instrudled by ye. Al. You'l thank me for't. (speaking of. Hon. Either I or the devil shall : The Duke you were Jl. 'Tis well remembred : yes, let him first see you, Appear not openly till he has view'd ye. Hon. He's a very noble Prince they say. Jl. O wondrous gracious ; And as you may deliver your self at the first viewing. For look ye, you must bear your self; yet take heed It be so season'd with a sweet humilitie, And grac'd with such a bountie in your beautie — Hon. But I hope he will offer me no ill ? AL No, no : 'Tis like he will kiss ye, and play with ye. Hon . Play with me, how ? A I. Why, good Lord, that you are such a fool now ! No harm assure your self. Viol. Will he play with me too ? Al. Look babies in your eyes, my prettie sweet one : There's a fine sport : do you know your lodgings yet ? Hon. I hear of none. Al. I do then, they are handsom, Convenient for access. Fiol. Access ? Al. Yes little one, For visitation of those friends and Servants, Your beauties shall make choice of : friends and visits : Do not you know those uses ? Alas poor novice ; There's a close Cowch or two, handsomely placed too. Viol. What are those I pray you ? (are to lie upon, Al. Who would be troubled with such raw things ? they And your love by ye; and discourse, and toy in. Viol. Alas I have no love. Al. You must by any means : You'l have a hundred, fear not. Fiol. Honestie keep me : What shall I doe with all those ? 132 Sc. VI THE LOYAL SUBJECT Al. You'l find uses : Ye are ignorant- yet, let time work ; you must learn too, To lie handsomly in your bed a mornings, neatly drest In a most curious Wastcoat, to set ye off well, Play with your Bracelets, sing: you must learn to rhime too. And riddle neatly ; studie the hardest language. And 'tis no matter whether it be sense, or no. So it go seemlie off. Be sure ye profit In kissing, kissing sweetly : there lies a main point, A key that opens to all praftick pleasure ; I'le help ye to a friend of mine shall teach ye. And suddenlie : your Country way is fulsome. Hon. Have ye schools for all these mysteries ? Al. O yes, And several hours prefix'd to studie in : Ye may have Kalenders to know the good hour. And when to take a jewel : for the ill too. When to refuse, with observations on 'em ; Under what Sign 'tis best meeting in an Arbor, And in what Bower, and hour it works; a thousand, When in a Coach, when in a private lodging. With all their vertues. Hon. Have ye studied these ? How beastly they become your youth ? how bawdily ? A woman of your tenderness, a teacher. Teacher of these lewd Arts ? of your full beauty ? A man made up in lust would loath this in ye : 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. A I. I j(^ to find ye thus. Hon. Thou hast no tenderness. No reluftation in thy heart: 'tis mischief. AL All's one for that; read these and then be satisfi'd, A few more private rules I have gather'd for ye, Read 'em, and well observe 'em : so I leave ye. \^Exit. Viol. A wond[ro]us wicked woman : shame go with thee. Hon. What new Pandoras box is this ? I'le see it. Though presently I tear it. Read Thine Fiola, 'Tis in our own wills to believe and follow. THE LOYAL SUBJECT Act iv Worthy Honora, as you have begun In vertues spotless school, so forward run : Pursue that nobleness, and chaste desire Tou ever had, burn in that holy fire ; And a white Martyr to fair memorie Give up your name, unsoifd of infamy. How's this ? Read yours out Sister : this amazes me. Vie. Fear not thou yet unblasted Violet, Nor let my wanton words a doubt beget. Live in that peace and sweetness of thy hud. Remember whose thou art, and grow still good. Remember what thou art, and stand a storie Fit for thy noble Sex, and thine own glorie. 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 doe our best service. Viol. A most excellent woman, I will love her. [Exeunt. ASius Quartus. Scena Prima. Enter Olympia with a Casket, and Alinda. Al. "TV /T Adam, the Duke has sent for the two Ladies. J.VJ. Olym. I prethee go : I know thy thoughts are with Go, go Alinda, do not mock me more. (him. I have found thy heart wench, do not wrong thy Mistris, Thy too much loving Mistris: do not abuse her. Al. By your own fair hands I understand ye not. Olym. By thy own fair eyes I understand thee too much, Too far, and built a faith there thou hast ruin'd. Goe, 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: 134 Sc. I THE LOYAL SUBJECT Only this last love I ask, forget thy Mistris. Al. Oh, who has wrong'd me ? who has ruin'd me ? Poor wretched Girle, what poyson is flung on thee ? Excellent vertue, from whence flows this anger ? 01. Go, ask my Brother, ask the faith thou gav'st mc. Ask all my favours to thee, ask my love, Last, thy forgetfulness of good: then flye 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 ye — Heaven thou know'st my honestie. Olym. No more : Take heed, heaven has a justice: take this ring with ye, _This doting spell you gave me: too well Alinda^ Thou knew'st the vertue in't; too well I feel it: Nay keep that too, it may sometimes remember ye. When you are willing to forget who gave it. And to what vertuous end. Al. Must I goe from ye ? Of all the sorrows sorrow has — must I part with ye ? Part with my noble Mistris ? Olym. Or I with thee wench. Al. And part stain'd with opinion ? Farewel Lady, Happy and blessed Lady, goodness keep ye : Thus your poor Servant full of grief turns from ye, For ever full of grief, for ever from ye. 1 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, Truely confess, the Duke has often courted me. Olym. And pour'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 ye had a faithfull, honest Servant: The business of my life is now to pray for ye. Pray for your vertuous loves; Pray for your children. THE LOYAL SUBJECT Act iv When Heaven shall make ye happy. Olym. How she wounds me ! Either I am undone, or she must go: take these with ye, Some toyes may doe ye service; and this mony; And when ye want, I love ye not so poorly, Not yet Alinda, that I would see ye 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 doe'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. SCENA II. Enter Theodor. The. I would fain hear What becomes of these two Wenches: And if I can, I will doe '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 nothings. 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 : me thought I saw A kind of reference in his face to Bawderie. Enter Gentleman^ with a Gentlewoman^ passing over the Stage. He has her, but 'tis none of them : hold fast thief: An excellent touzing knave. Mistris You are to suffer your penance some half hour hence now. How far a fine Court Custard with Plums in it Will prevail with one of these waiting Gentlewomen, They are taken with these soluble things exceedingly; This is some yeoman o'th' bottles now that has sent for her, 136 Sc. II THE LOYAL SUBJECT 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 maids 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 Flagon full of wine in's hand, I take it. Well met my friend, is that wine ? 2 Ser. Yes indeed is it. The. Faith I'le drink on't then. 2 Ser. Ye may, because ye have sworn Sir. The. 'Tis very good, I'le drink a great deal now Sir. 2 Ser. I cannot help it Sir. The. I'le drink more yet. 2 Ser. 'Tis in your own hands. The. There's your pot, I thank ye. Pray let me drink again. 2 Ser. Faith but ye shall not. Now have I sworn I take it. Fare ye well Sir. [Exit. Enter Lady. The. This is the fin'st place to live in I e're enter'd. Here comes a Gentlewoman, and alone; I'le to her. Madam, my Lord my Master. Lady. Who's your Lord Sir ? The. The Lord Boroskey, Lady. Lady. Pray excuse me : Here's_something foryaur-^pains: within this hour Sir, One of the choice young Ladies shall attend him : Pray let it be in that Chamber juts out to the water; 'Tis private and convenient: doe my humble service To my honourable good Lord, I beseech ye Sir; If it please you to visit a poor Lady — You carrie the 'haviour of a noble Gentleman. 137 THE LOYAL SUBJECT Act iv The. I shall be bold. Lady. 'Tis a good aptness in ye. I lye here in the Wood-yard, the blue lodgings Sir; They call me merrily the Lady of the Sir ; A little I know what belongs to a Gentleman, And if it please you take the pains. [Exit. The. Dear Lady, take the pains ? Why a horse would not take the pains that thou requir'st now, To cleave old crab-tree : one of the choice young Ladies ? I would I had let this Bawd goe, she has frighted me; I am cruelly afraid of one of my Tribe now ; But if they will doe, the Devil cannot stop 'em.. Why should he have a young Lady ? are women now O'th' nature of Bottles, to be stopt with Corks ? the thousand little furies that flye here now ! How now Captain ? Enter Putsky. Puts. I come to seek you out Sir, And all the Town I have travell'd. The. What's the news man ? Puts. That that concerns us all, and very nearly : The Duke this night holds a great feast at Court, To which he bids for guests all his old Counsellors, And all his favourites: your Father's sent for. The. Why he is neither in council, nor in favour. Pu. That's it: have an eye now, or never, and a quick one. An eye that must not wink from good intelligence. 1 heard a Bird sing, they mean him no good ofEce. Enter Ancient. The. Art sure he sups here ? Puts. Sure as 'tis day. The. 'Tis like then: How now, where hast thou been Ancient? Anc. Measuring the City: I have left my Brooms at gate here; By this time the Porter has stole 'em to sweep out Rascals. Theod. Bro[o]ms i* Anc. I have been crying Brooms all the town over, 138 Sc. Ill THE LOYAL SUBJECT And such a Mart I have made, there's no tread near it. the young handsom wenches, how they twitter' d. When they but saw me shake my ware, and sing too ; Come hither Master Broom-man I beseech ye: Good Master Broom-man hither, cries another. The. Thou art a mad fellow. Anc. They are all as mad as I : they all have tra[de]s now. And roar about the streets like BuU-beggers. The. What company of Souldiers are they ? Anc. By this means I have gather'd Above a thousand tall and hardy Souldiers, If need be Colonel. The. That need's come Ancient, And 'twas discreetly done : goe, draw 'em presently, But without suspicion : this night we shall need 'em ; Let 'em be near the Court, let Putskie guide 'em ; And wait me for occasion : here I'le stay still. Puts. If it fall out we are ready; if not we are scatter'd: I'le wait ye at an inch. The. Doe, Farewel. {^Exeunt. SCENA III. Enter Duke, Borosky. Duke. Are the Souldiers still so mutinous ? Bar. More than ever. No Law nor Justice frights 'em : all the Town over They play new pranks and gambols: no mans person. Of what degree soever, free from abuses : And durst they doe this, (let your grace consider) These monstrous, most offensive things, these villanies, If not set on, and fed ? if not by one They honour more than you ? and more aw'd by him ? Duke. Happily their own wants. Boros. I offer to supply 'em, And every hour make tender of their moneys: They scorn it, laugh at me that offer it: 1 fear the next device will be my life Sir; And willingly I'le give it, so they stay there. Duke. Do you think Lord Archas privie ? 139 THE LOYAL SUBJECT Act iv Bor. More than thought, I know it Sir, I know they durst not doe These violent rude things, abuse the State thus. But that they have a hope by his ambitions — Duke. No more : he's sent for ? Boros. Yes, and will be here sure. Duke. Let me talk further with you anon. Boros. I'le wait Sir. Duke. Did you speak to the Ladies ? Boros. They'l attend your grace presently. Duke. How do you like 'em ? Boros. My eyes are too dull Judges. They wait here Sir. {^Exit. Enter Honora, and Viola. Duke. Be you gone then : Come in Ladies, Welcom to th' court sweet beauties; now the court shines. When such true beams of beauty strike amongst us : Welcom, welcom, even as your own joyes welcom. How do you like the Court ? how seems it to you ? Is't not a place created for all sweetness ? Why were you made such strangers to this happiness ? Barr'd the delights this holds ? the richest jewels Set ne're so well, if then not worn to wonder, By judging eyes not set off, lose their lustre : Your Country shades are faint; blasters of beauty; The manners like the place, obscure and heavie ; The Rose buds of the beauties turn to cankers. Eaten with inward thoughts : whilst there ye wander. Here Ladies, here, you were not made for Cloisters, Here is the Sphere you move in : here shine nobly, And by your powerfuU influence command all : What a sweet modestie dwells round about 'em. And like a nipping morn pulls in their blossoms ? Hon. Your grace speaks cunningly, you doe not this, I hope Sir, to betray us; we are poor triumphs; Nor can our loss of honour adde to you Sir : Great men, and great thoughts, seek things great and worthy, Subjects to make 'em live, and not to lose 'em ; Conquests so nobly won, can never perish; 140 Sc. Ill THE LOYAL SUBJECT We are two simple maids, untutor'd here Sir; Two honest maids, is that a sin at Court Sir ? Our breeding is obedience, but to good things, To vertuous and to fair : what wou'd you win on us ? Why do I ask that question, when I have found ye ? Your Preamble has pour'd your heart out to us; You would dishonour us ; which in your translation Here at the Court reads thus, your grace would love us. Most dearly love us: stick us up for mistresses: Most certain, there are thousands of our sex Sir That would be glad of this, and handsom women. And crowd into this favour, fair young women, Excellent beauties Sir: when ye have enjoy'd 'em. And suckt those sweets they have, what Saints are these then ? What worship have they won ? what name you ghess Sir, What storie added to their time, a sweet one ? Duke. A brave spirited wench. Hon. I'le tell your grace, And tell ye true : ye are deceiv'd in us two, Extreamly cozen'd Sir : And yet in my eye You are the handsomst man I ever lookt on. The goodliest Gentleman; take that hope with ye; And were I fit to be your wife (so much I honour ye) Trust me I would scratch for ye but I would have ye. I would wooe you then. Duke. She amazes me : But how am I deceiv'd ? Hon. O we are too honest, Believe it Sir, too honest, far too honest. The way that you propound too ignorant. And there is no medling with us; for we are fools too, Obstinate, peevish fools : if I would be ill. And had a wantons itch, to kick my heels up, I would not leap into th' Sun, and doe't there. That all the world might see me : an obscure shade Sir, Dark as the deed, there is no trusting light with it, Nor that that's lighter far, vain-glorious greatness. Duke. You will love me as your friend ? . . i7«[«]. I will honour ye, / ■^ - As your poor humble handmaid serve, and pray for ye. 141 THE LOYAL SUBJECT Act iv Du. What sayes my little one ; you are not so obstinate ? Lord how she blushes: here are truly fair souls: Come you will be my love ? Fiol. Good Sir be good to me, Indeed I'le doe the best I can to please ye; I do beseech your grace : Alas I fear ye. Duke. What shouldst thou fear ? Hon. Fie Sir, this is not noble. Duke. Why do I stand entreating, where my power — Hon. You have no power, at least you ought to have none In bad and beastly things: arm'd thus, I'le dye here, Before she suffer wrong. Duke. Another Archai ? Hon. His child Sir, and his spirit. Duke. I'le deal with you then. For here's the honour to be won : sit down sweet, Prethee Honora sit. Hon. Now ye intreat I will Sir. Duke. I doe, and will deserve it. Hon. That's too much kindness. Duke. Prethee look on me. Hon. Yes : I love to see ye. And could look on an age thus, and admire ye : Whilst ye are good and temperate I dare touch ye. Kiss your white hand. Duke. Why not my lips ? Hon. I dare Sir. Duke. I do not think ye dare. Hon. I am no coward. D[o] you believe me now ? or now ? or now Sir ? You make me blush : but sure I mean no ill Sir : It had been fitter you had kiss'd me. Du. That I'le doe too. What hast thou wrought into me ? Hon. I hope all goodness: Whilst ye are thus, thus honest, I dare do any thing, Thus hang about your neck, and thus doat on ye ; Bless those fair lights: hell take me if I durst not — But good Sir pardon me. Sister come hither. Come hither, fear not wench : come hither, blush not, 142 Sc. in THE LOYAL SUBJECT Come kiss the Prince, the vertuous Prince, the good Prince: Certain he is excellent honest. Du. Thou wilt make me — Hon. Sit down, and hug him softly. Du. Fie Honora, Wanton Honora; is this the modesty. The noble chastity your on-set shew'd me. At first charge beaten back ? Away. Hon. Thank ye: Upon my knees I pray, heaven too may thank ye; Ye have deceiv'd me cunningly, yet nobly Ye have cozen'd me: In all your hopefuU life yet, A Scene of greater honour you ne're afted: I knew fame was a lyar, too long, and loud tongu'd, And now I have found it: O my vertuous Master. Fiol. My vertuous Master too. Hon. Now you are thus. What shall become of me let fortune cast for't. Enter Alinda. Du. I'le be that fortune, if I live Honora, Thou hast done a cure upon me, counsel could not. <^>J^ AL Here take your ring Sir, and whom ye mean to ruine. Give it to her next; I have paid for't dearly. Hon. A Ring to her ? Du. Why frowns my fair Alinda ? I have forgot both these again. Al. Stand still Sir, Ye have that violent killing fire upon ye. Consumes all honour, credit, faith. ■<^ Hon. How's this ? Al. My Royal Mistris favour towards me, Woe-worth ye Sir, ye have poyson'd, blasted. Duke. I sweet ? Al. You have taken that unmanly liberty. Which in a worse man, is vain glorious feigning. And kill'd my truth. Du. Upon my life 'tis false wench. Al. Ladies, Take heed, ye have a cunning gamester, 143 THE LOYAL SUBJECT Act iv A handsom, and a high ; come stor'd with Antidotes, He has infeftions else will fire your blouds. Du. Prethee ARnda hear me. Al. Words steept in hony, That will so melt into your minds, buy Chastity, A thousand wayes, a thousand knots to tie ye; And when he has bound ye his, a thousand ruines. A poor lost woman ye have made me. Du. I'le maintain thee. And nobly too. Al. That Gin's too weak to take me : Take heed, take heed young Ladies: still take heed. Take heed of promises, take heed of gifts, Of forced feigned sorrows, sighs, take heed. Du. By all that's mine, Alinda — Al. Swear By your mischiefs ; whither shall I goe ? Duke. Go back again, I'le force her take thee, love thee. Alin. Fare ye well. Sir, 1 will not curse ye; only this dwell with ye. When ever ye love, a false belief light on ye. \Exit. Hon. We'll take our leaves too. Sir. Duke. Part all the world now. Since she is gone. Hon. You are crooked yet, dear Master, And still I fear — [Exeunt. Duke. I am vext. And some shall find it. [Exit. SCENE IV. Enter Archas and a Servant. Ar. 'Tis strange To me to see the Court, and welcome : O Royal place, how have I lov'd and serv'd thee ? Who lies on this side, know'st thou ? Ser. The Lord Burris. Ar. Thou hast nam'd a Gentleman 144 Sc. IV THE LOYAL SUBJECT I stand much bound to: I think he sent the Casket, Sir ? Ser. The same, Sir. jir. An honest minded man, a noble Courtier: The Duke made perfeft choice when he took him. Go you home, I shall hit the way Without a guide now. Ser. You may want something. Sir. Jr. Only my Horses, / Which after Supper let the Groom wait with: rie have no more attendance here. Ser. Your will. Sir. [Exit. Enter Theodore. Theo. You are well met here. Sir. Ar. How now boy. How dost thou ? The. I should ask You that question : how do you. Sir ? How do you feel your self? Ar. Why well, and lusty. The. What do you here then ? Ar. Why I am sent for To Supper with the Duke. The. Have you no meat at home ? Or do you long to feed as hunted Deer do. In doubt and fear ? Ar. I have an excellent stomach. And can I use it better Than among my friends. Boy ? How do the Wenches ? The. They do well enough. Sir, They know the worst by this time: pray be rul'd. Sir, Go home again, and if ye have a Supper, Eat it in quiet there: this is no place for ye. Especially at this time. Take my word for't. Ar. May be they'll drink hard; I could have drunk my share. Boy. Though I am old,/ 1 will not out. B.-F. III. K 14s THE LOYAL SUBJECT Act iv The. I hope you will. Hark in your ear: the Court's Too quick of hearing. Ar. Not mean me well ? Thou art abus'd and cozen'd. Away, away. The. To that end Sir, I tell ye. Away, if you love your self. Ar. Who dare do these things, That ever heard of honesty ? The. Old Gentleman, Take a fools counsel. Ar. 'Tis a fools indeed ; A very fools: thou hast more of These flams in thee, these musty doubts : Is't fit the Duke send for me. And honour me to eat within his presence. And I, like a tale fellow, play at bo-peep With his pleasure ? The. Take heed Of bo-peep with your pate, your pate, Sir, I speak plain language now. Ar. If 'twere not here, Where reverence bids me hold, I would so swinge thee, thou rude, Unmanner'd Knave; take from his bounty, His honour that he gives me, to beget Sawcy, and sullen fears ? The. You are not mad sure : By this fair light, I speak But what is whisper'd. And whisper'd for a truth. Ar. A Dog : drunken people. That in their Pot see visions. And turn states, mad-men and Children: Prethee do not follow me; I tell thee I am angry: Do not follow me. The. I am as angry As you for your heart, 146 Sc. V THE LOYAL SUBJECT I and as wilful too: go, like a Wood-cock, And thrust your neck i'th' noose. Ar. rie kill thee. And thou speakst but three words more. Do not follow me. \Exit. The. A strange old foolish fellow : I shall hear yet. And if I do not my part, hiss at me, \Exit. SCENE V. Enter two Servants preparing a Banquet. 1 Serv. Believe me fellow here will be lusty drinking. Many a washt pate in Wine I warrant thee. (science 2 Ser. I am glad the old General's come : upon my Con- That joy will make half the Court drunk. Hark the Trumpets, They are coming on ; away. I Ser. We'll have a rowse too. \_Exeunt. Enter Duke, Archas, Burris, Boroskie, Attend. Gent. Duke. Come seat your selves: Lord Archas sit you there. Ar. 'Tis far above my worth. Duke, rie have it so : Are all things ready ? Bor. All the Guards are set. The Court Gates are shut. Duke. Then do as I prescrib'd ye. Be sure no further. Bor. I shall well observe ye. (men; Du. Come bring some wine : here's to my Sister, Gentle- A health, and mirth to all. Ar. Pray fill it full. Sir. 'Tis a high health to vertue: here Lord Burris, A maiden health: you are most fit to pledge it, You have a maiden soul and much I honour it. Passion o' me, ye are sad man. Duke. How now, Burris f Go to, no more of this. Ar. Take the rowse freely, 'Twill warm your bloud, and make ye fit for jollity. Your Graces pardon: when we get a cup, Sir, K2 147 THE LOYAL SUBJECT Act iv We old men prate a pace. Du. Mirth makes a Banquet; As you love me no more. Bur. I thank your Grace. Give me it; Lord Boroskie. Boros. I have ill brains, Sir. Bur. Damnable ill, I know it. Boros. But rie pledge, Sir, This vertuous health. Bur. The more unfit for thy mouth. Enter two Servants with Cloaks, Du. Come, bring out Robes, and let my guests look nobly. Fit for my love and presence : begin downvi^ard. Off with your Cloaks, take new. Ar. Your grace deals truly, Like a munificent Prince, with your poor subjefts, Who would not fight for you ? what cold dull coward Durst seek to save his life when you would ask it ? Begin a new health in your new adornments. The Dukes, the Royal Dukes : ha ! what have I got Sir ? ha ! the Robe of death ? Du. You have deserv'd it. , Ar. The Livery of the Grave ? do you start all from me ? Do I smell of earth already ? Sir, look on me, And like a man ; is this your entertainment ? Do you bid your worthiest guests to bloudy Banquets ? Enter a Guard. A Guard upon me too ? this is too foul play Boy to thy good, thine honour: thou wretched Ruler, Thou Son of fools and flatterers. Heir of hypocrites, Am I serv'd in a Hearse that sav'd ye all ? Are ye men or Devils ? Do ye gape upon me, Wider, and swallow all my services ? Entomb them first, my faith next, then my integrity, And let these struggle with your mangy minds, Your sear'd, and seal'd up Consciences, till they burst. Boros. These words are death. Ar. No those deeds that want rewards, Sirrah, Those Battels I have fought, those horrid dangers, 148 Sc. V THE LOYAL SUBJECT Leaner than death, and wilder than destruftion, I have march'd upon, these honour'd wounds, times story. The bloud I have lost, the youth, the sorrows sufFer'd, These are my death, these that can ne're be recompenced. These that ye sit a brooding on like Toads, Sucking from my deserts the sweets and favours, And render me no pay again but poysons. Bor. The proud vain Souldier thou hast set — Ar. Thou lyest. Now by my little time of life lyest basely, Malitiously and loudly : how I scorn thee ! If I had swel'd the Souldier, or intended An aft in person, leaning to dishonour, As ye would fain have forced me, witness Heaven, Where clearest understanding of all truth is, (For these are spightful men, and know no piety) When Olin came, grim Olin, when his marches. His last Incursions made the City sweat. And drove before him, as a storm drives Hail, Such showrs of frosted fears, shook all your heart-strings ; Then when the Volga trembled at his terrour, And hid his seven curl'd heads, afraid of bruising, By his arm'd Horses hoofs ; had I been false then. Or blown a treacherous fire into the Souldier, Had but one spark of villany liv'd within me, Ye'ad had some shadow for this black about me. Where was your Souldiership ? why went not you out ? And all your right honourable valour with ye ? Why met ye not the Tartar, and defi'd him ? Drew your dead-doing sword, and buckl'd with him ? Shot through his Squadrons like a fiery Meteor ? And as we see a dreadful clap of Thunder Rend the stifihearted Oaks, and toss their roots up : Why did not you so charge him ? you were sick then. You that dare taint my credit slipt to bed then. Stewing and fainting with the fears ye had, A whorson shaking fit opprest your Lordship : Blush Coward, Knave, and all the world hiss at thee. Du. Exceed not my command. \^Exit. Bor. I shall observe it. 149 THE LOYAL SUBJECT Act iv Ar. Are you gone too ? Come weep not honest Burris, Good loving Lord, no more tears : 'tis not his malice, This fellows malice, nor the Dukes displeasure, By bold bad men crowded into his nature, Can startle me : fortune ne're raz'd this Fort yet : I am the same, the same man, living, dying ; The same mind to 'em both, I poize thus equal ; Only the jugling way that toU'd me to it. The Judas way, to kiss me, bid me welcome. And cut my throat, a little sticks upon me. Farewel, commend me to his Grace, and tell him, The world is full of servants, he may have many : And some I wish him honest : he's undone else : But such another doating Archas never, So try'd and touch'd a faith : farewell for ever. Bur. Be strong my Lord : you must not go thus lightly. Ar. Now, what's to do ? what sayes the Law unto me ? Give me my great offence that speaks me guil[t]y. Bor. Laying aside a thousand petty matters. As scorns, and insolencies both from your self and followers. Which you put first fire to, and these are deadly, I come to one main cause, which though it carries A strangeness in the circumstance, it carries death too. Not to be pardon'd neither : ye have done a sacriledge. Ar. High Heaven defend me man : how, how Boroskie ? Bor. Ye have took from the Temple those vow'd Arms, The holy Ornament you hung up there. No absolution of your vow, no order From holy Church to give 'em back unto you After they were purified from War, and rested From bloud, made clean by ceremony : from the Altar You snatch'd 'em up again, again ye wore 'em. Again you stain'd 'em, stain'd your vow, the Church too, And rob'd it of that right was none of yours. Sir, For which the Law requires your head, ye know it. Ar. Those arms I fought in last ? Bor. The same. Ar. God a mercy. Thou hast hunted out a notable cause to kill me : A subtle one : I dye, for saving all you ; 150 Sc. VI THE LOYAL SUBJECT Good Sir, remember if you can, the necessity, The suddenness of time, the 'state all stood in ; I was entreated to, kneel'd to, and pray'd to. The Duke himself, the Princes, all the Nobles, The cries of Infants, Bed-rid Fathers, Virgins; Prethee find out a better cause, a handsomer. This will undo thee too : people will spit at thee. The Devil himself would be asham'd of this cause ; Because my haste made me forget the ceremony. The present danger every where, must my life satisfie ? Bor. It must, and shall. Ar. O base ungrateful people, Have ye no other Swords to cut my throat with But mine own nobleness ? I confess, I took 'em. The vow not yet absolv'd I hung 'em up with : Wore 'em, fought in 'em, gilded 'em again In the fierce Tartars blouds ; for you I took 'em. For your peculiar safety, Lord, for all, I wore 'em for my Countries health, that groan'd then : Took from the Temple, to preserve the Temple ; That holy place, and all the sacred monuments, The reverent shrines of Saints, ador'd and honour'd, Had been consum'd to ashes, their own sacrifice ; Had I been slack, or staid that absolution. No Priest had liv'd to give it ; my own honour. Cure of my Country murder me ? Bor. No, no Sir, I shall force that from ye, will make this cause light too. Away with him : I shall pluck down that heart, Sir. Ar. Break it thou mayest ; but if it bend, for pity, Doggs, and Kites eat it : come I am honours Martyr. \_Ex. SCENE VI. Enter Duke, and Burris. Du, Exceed my Warrant ? Bur. You know he loves him not. Du. He dares as well eat death, as do it, eat wild-fire, Through a few fears I mean to try his goodness. That I may find him fit, to wear here, Burris ; THE LOYAL SUBJECT Act iv I know Boroskie hates him, to death hates him, I know he's a Serpent too, a swoln one, [Noise within. But I have pull'd his sting out : what noise is that-? The. within. Down with 'em, down with 'em, down Sold, within. Stand, stand, stand. (with the gates. Puts, within. Fire the Palace before ye. Bur. Upon my life the Souldier, Sir, the Souldier, A miserable time is come. Enter Gentleman. Gent. Oh save him. Upon my knees, my hearts knees, save Lord Archas, We are undone else. Du. Dares he touch his Body ? Gent. He racks him fearfully, most fearfully. Du. Away Burris, Take men, and take him from him ; clap him up, And if I live, I'll find a strange death for him. [Ex. Bur. Are the Souldiers broke in ? Gent. By this time sure they are. Sir, They beat the Gates extreamly, beat the people. Du. Get me a guard about me ; make sure the lodgings. And speak the Souldiers fair. Gent. Pray Heaven that take. Sir. [Exeunt. Enter Putskie, Ancient, Souldiers, with Torches. Puts. Give us the General, we'll fire the Court else. Render him safe and well. Anc. Do not fire the Cellar, (weather. There's excellent Wine in't, Captain, and though it be cold I do not love it mull'd ; bring out the General, We'll light ye such a Bone-fire else : where are ye ? Speak, or we'll toss your Turrets, peep out of your Hives, We'll smoak ye else : Is not that a Nose there ? Put out that Nose again, and if thou dar'st But blow it before us : now he creeps out on's Burrough. Enter Gentleman. Puts. Give us the General. Gent. Yes, Gentlemen ; 152 Sc. VI THE LOYAL SUBJECT Or any thing ye can desire. Anc. You musk-cat, Cordevant-skin we will not take your answer. (hither. Puts. Where is the Duke ? speak suddenly, and send him Anc. Or we'll so frye your Buttocks. Gent. Good sweet Gentlemen — Anc. We are neither good nor sweet, we are Souldiers, And you miscreants that abuse the General. Give fire my Boys, 'tis a dark Evening, Let's light 'em to their lodgings. Enter Olympia, Honora, Viola, Theodore, Women. Hon. Good Brother be not fierce. The. I will not hurt her, Fear not sweet Lady. Olym. Nay, do what you please. Sir, I have a sorrow that exceeds all yours. And more, contemns all danger. Enter Duke, above. '•^ The. Where is the Duke ? Du. He's here ; what would ye Souldiers ? wherefore Like mutinous mad-men thus ? (troop ye The. Give me my Father. Puts. Anc. Give us our General. The. Set him here before us, Ye see the pledge we have got ; ye see the Torches ; All shall to ashes, as I live, immediately, A thousand lives for one. Du. But hear me ? Puts. No, we come not to dispute. Enter Archas, and Burris. The. By Heaven I swear he's rackt and whipt. Hon. Oh my poor Father ! Puts. Burn, kill and burn. Arc. Hold, hold, I say : hold Souldiers, On your allegiance hold. The. We must not. Arc. Hold: 153 THE LOYAL SUBJECT Act iv I swear by Heaven he is a barbarous Traitor stirs first, A Villain, and a stranger to Obedience, Never my Souldier more, nor Friend to Honour : Why did you use your old Man thus ? thus cruelly Torture his poor weak Body ? I ever lov'd ye. Du. Forget me in these wrongs, most noble Archas. Arc. I have balm enough for all my hurts : weep no more A satisfa6tion for a thousand sorrows ; (Sir, I do believe you innocent, a good man, And Heaven forgive that naughty thing that wrong'd me : Why look ye wild, my friends ? why stare ye on me ? I charge ye, as ye are men, my men, my lovers. As ye are honest faithful men, fair Souldiers, Let down your anger : Is not this our Soveraign ? The head of mercy, and of Law ? who dares then, But Rebels, scorning Law, appear thus violent ? Is this a place for Swords ? for threatning fires ? The Reverence of this House dares any touch, But with obedient knees, and pious duties i' Are we not all his Subjefts ? all sworn to him ? Has not he power to punish our offences ? And do we not daily fall into 'em ? assure your selves I did offend, and highly, grievously. This good, sweet Prince I offended, my life forfeited. Which yet his mercy and his old love met with. And only let me feel his light rod this way : Ye are to thank him for your General, Pray for his life and fortune ; swear your bloods for him. Ye are offenders too, daily offenders. Proud insolencies dwell in your hearts, and ye do 'em. Do 'em against his Peace, his Law, his Person; Ye see he only sorrows for your sins. And where his power might persecute, forgives ye : For shame put up your Swords, for honesty, For orders sake, and whose ye are, my Souldiers, Be not so rude. The. They have drawn blood from you. Sir. Arc. That was the blood rebell'd, the naughty blood, The proud provoking blood ; 'tis well 'tis out. Boy ; Give you example first ; draw out, and orderly. 154 AcTv THE LOYAL SUBJECT Hon. Good Brother, do. Arc. Honest and high example, As thou wilt have my Blessing follow thee, Inherit all mine honours : thank ye Theodore, My worthy Son. The. If harm come, thank your self, Sir, I must obey ye. [Exit. Arc. Captain, you know the way now : A good man, and a valiant, you were ever, Inclin'd to honest things ; I thank ye. Captain. [Ex. Soul. Souldiers, I thank ye all : and love me still. But do not love me so you lose Allegiance, Love that above your lives : once more I thank ye. Du. Bring him to rest, and let our cares wait on him; Thou excellent old man, thou top of honour. Where Justice, and Obedience only build. Thou stock of Vertue, how am I bound to love thee ! In all thy noble ways to follow thee ! Bur. Remember him that vext him. Sir. Du. Remember ? When I forget that Villain, and to pay him For all his mischiefs, may all good thoughts forget me. Arc. I am very sore. Du. Bring him to Bed with ease, Gentlemen, For every stripe I'll drop a tear to wash 'em, And in my sad Repentance — Arc. 'Tis too much, I have a life yet left to gain that love, Sir. [Exeunt. ASlus Quintus. Scena Prima. Enter Duke, Burris, and Gentlemen. Duke. TT Ow does Lord Archas F \_ \^ Bur. But weak, and't please ye ; Yet all the helps that art can, are applied to him ; His heart's untoucht, and whole yet; and no doubt. Sir, His mind being sound, his body soon will follow. (too ; Du. O that base Knave that wrong'd him, without leave But I shall find an hour to give him thanks for't; 155 THE LOYAL SUBJECT Act v He's fast, I hope. Bur. As fast as irons can keep him : But the most fearful Wretch — Du. He has a Conscience, A cruel stinging one I warrant him, A loaden one : But what news of the Souldier ? I did not like their parting, 'twas too sullen. Bur. That they keep still, and I fear a worse clap ; They are drawn out of the Town, and stand in counsels, Hatching unquiet thoughts, and cruel purposes : I went my self unto 'em, talkt with the Captains, Whom I found fraught with nothing but loud murmurs. And desperate curses, sounding these words often Like Trumpets to their angers: we are ruin'd. Our services turn'd to disgraces, mischiefs; Our brave old General, like one had pilfer'd, Tortur'd, and whipt : the Colonels eyes, like torches. Blaze every where and fright fair peace. Gent. Yet worse, Sir ; The news is currant now, they mean to leave ye. Leave their Allegiance ; and under Olim Charge The bloody Enemy march straight against ye. Bur. I have heard this too. Sir. Du. This must be prevented. And suddenly, and warily. Bur. 'Tis time, Sir, But what to minister, or how ? Du. Go in with me, And there we'll think upon't : such blows as these. Equal defences ask, else they displease. [Exeunt. SCENE IL Enter Petesca, and Gentlewoman. Pet. Lord, what a coil has here been with these Souldiers ! They are cruel fellows. JVom. And yet methought we found 'em Handsome enough; I'll tell thee true, Petesca, I lookt for other manner of dealings from 'em. And had prepar'd my self; but where's my Lady ? 156 Sc. II THE LOYAL SUBJECT Pet. In her old dumps within : monstrous melancholy ; Sure she was mad of this Wench. Worn. And she had been a man, (shifted. She would have been a great deal madder, I am glad she is Pet. 'Twas a wicked thing for me to betray her, And yet I must confess she stood in our lights. Enter Alinda. What young thing's this ? Alin. Good morrow beauteous Gentlewomen: 'Pray ye is the Princess stirring yet ? Worn. He has her face. Vet. Her very tongue, and tone too : her youth upon him. Alin. I guess ye to be the Princess Women. Pet. Yes, we are, Sir. (Grace, Alin. Pray is there not a Gentlewoman waiting on her Ye call Alinda? Pet. The Devil sure in her shape. Worn. I have heard her tell my Lady of a Brother, An only Brother that she had: in travel — • Pet. 'Mass, I remember that : this may be he too : I would this thing would serve her. Enter Olympia. Worn. So would I Wench, We should love him better sure: Sir, here's the Princess, She best can satisfie ye. Alin. How I love that presence 1 O blessed Eyes, how nobly shine your comforts ! Olym. What Gentleman is that ? Worn. We know not. Madam : He ask'd us for your Grace : and as we guess it, He is Alinda'% Brother. Olym. Ha ! let me mark him : My grief has almost blinded me : her Brother ? By Venus, he has all her sweetness upon him : Two silver drops of dew were never liker. Alin. Gracious Lady — Olym, That pleasant pipe he has too. Alin. Being my happiness to pass by this way, 157 THE LOYAL SUBJECT Act v And having as I understand by Letters, A Sister in your vertuous service, Madam — Olym. O now my heart, my heart akes. Jlin. All the comfort My poor youth has, all that my hopes have built me, I thought it my first duty, my best service. Here to arrive first, humbly to thank your Grace For my poor Sister, humbly to thank your Nobleness, That bounteous Goodness in ye. Olfm. 'Tis he certainly. Jlin. That spring of favour to her ; with my life, Madam, If any such most happy means might meet me. To shew my thankfulness. 0/ym. What have I done. Fool ! Jlin. She came a stranger to your Grace, no Courtier; Nor of that curious breed befits your service, Yet one I dare assure my Soul, that lov'd ye Before she saw ye ; doted on your Vertues ; Before she knew those fair eyes, long'd to read 'em. You only had her prayers, you her wishes; And that one hope to be yours once, preserv'd her. Olym. I have done wickedly. Jlin. A little Beauty, Such as a Cottage breeds, she brought along with her ; And yet our Country-eyes esteem'd it much too : But for her beauteous mind, forget great Lady, I am her Brother, and let me speak a stranger, Since she was able to beget a thought, 'twas honest. The daily study how to fit your services. Truly to tread that vertuous path you walk in. So fir'd her honest Soul, we thought her Sainted ; I presume she is still the same : I would fain see her, For Madam, 'tis no little love I owe her. Olym. Sir, such a maid there was, I had — Jlin. There was. Madam ? Olym. O my poor Wench : eyes, I will ever curse ye For your Credulity, Jlinda. Jlin. That's her name. Madam. Olym, Give me a little leave, Sir, to lament her. Jlin. Is she dead. Lady f 158 Sc. II THE LOYAL SUBJECT Olym. Dead, Sir, to my service. She is gone, pray ye ask no further. Alin. I obey Madam : Gone ? now must I lament too : said ye gone Madam ? Olym. Gone, gone for ever. Alin. That's a cruel saying : Her honour too ? Olym. Prithee look angry on me, And if thou ever lovedst her, spit upon me; Do something like a Brother, like a friend, And do not only say thou lov'st her — Al. Ye amaze me. Oly. I ruin'd her, I virrong'd her, I abus'd her; Poor innocent soul, I flung her; sw^eet Alinda, Thou vertuous maid, my soul now calls thee vertuous. Why do ye not rail now at me ? Al. For what Lady ? Oly. Call me base treacherous woman. Al. Heaven defend me. Oly. Rashly I thought her false, and put her from me. Rashly, and madly I betrai'd her modesty. Put her to wander, heaven knows where: nay, more Sir, Stuck a black brand upon her. Al. 'Twas not well Lady. Oly. 'Twas damnable : she loving me so dearly, Never poor wench lov'd so: Sir believe me, 'Twas the most dutious wench, the best companion. When I was pleas'd, the happiest, and the gladdest. The modestest sweet nature dwelt within her: I saw all this, I knew all this, I lov'd it, I doated on it too, and yet I kill'd it : what have I forsaken ? what have I lost ? Al. Madam, I'le take my leave, since she is wandring, 'Tis fit I know no rest. Oly. Will you go too Sir ? 1 have not wrong'd you yet, if you dare trust me. For yet I love Alinda there, I honour her, I love to look upon those eyes that speak her. To read that face again, (modesty keep me,) Alinda, in that shape : but why should you trust me, THE LOYAL SUBJECT Act v 'Twas I betray'd your Sister, I undid her ; And believe me, gentle youth, 'tis I weep for her : Appoint what penance you please: but stay then, And see me perform it : ask what honour this place Is able to heap on ye, or what wealth : If following me will like ye, my care of ye. Which for your sisters sake, for your own goodness — Al. Not all the honour earth has, now she's gone Lady, Not all the favour; yet if I sought preferment, Under your bounteous Grace I would only take it. Peace rest upon ye : one sad tear every day For poor Alindas sake, 'tis fit ye pay. [^Exit. Oly. A thousand noble youth, and when I sleep, Even in my silver slumbers still I'le weep. [Exit. SCENA III. Enter Duke, and Gentlemen, Duke. Have ye been with 'em ? Gent. Yes, and't please your Grace, But no perswasion serves 'em, nor no promise. They are fearfull angry, and by this time Sir, Upon their march to the Enemy. Du. They must be stopt. Enter Burris. Gent. I, but what force is able ? and what leader — Du. How now, have you been with Archas ? Bur. Yes, and't please ye, And told him all: he frets like a chaf'd Lyon, And calls for his Arms: and all those honest Courtiers That dare draw Swords. Du. Is he able to do any thing ? Bur. His mind is well enough; and where his charge is, Let him be ne're so sore, 'tis a full Army. Du. Who commands the Rebels ? Bur. The young Colonel, That makes the old man almost mad: he swears Sir, He will not spare his Sons head for the Dukedom. Du. Is the Court in Arms ? 1 60 Sc. IV THE LOYAL SUBJECT Bur. As fast as they can bustle, Every man mad to goe now : inspir'd strangely, As if they were to force the Enemy, I beseech your Grace to give me leave. Du. Pray go Sir, And look to the old man well; take up all fairly. And let no bloud be spilt; take general pardons, And quench this fury with fair peace. Bur. I shall Sir, Or seal it with my service; they are villains: The Court is up : good Sir, go strengthen 'em. Your Royal sight will make 'em scorn all dangers; The General needs no proof. Duke. Come let's go view 'em. [Exeunt. SCENA IV. Enter Theodore, Putskie, Ancient, SouMiers, Drums, ^ and Colours. The. 'Tis known we are up, and marching: no submission. No promise of base peace can cure our maladies, Wc have sufFer'd beyond all repair of honour : <; Your valiant old man's whipt ; whipt Gentlemen, Whipt like a slave : that flesh that never trembled. Nor shrunk one sinew at a thousand charges. That noble body rib'd in arms, the Enemy So often shook at, and then shun'd like thunder, That body's torn with lashes. Anc. Let's turn head. Put. Turn nothing Gentlemen, let's march on fairly. Unless they charge us. The. Think still of his abuses, And keep your angers. Anc. He was whipt like a top, I never saw a whore so lac'd : Court school-butter ? Is this their diet ? I'le dress 'em one running banquet : What Oracle can alter us ? did not we see him ? See him we lov'd ? The. And though we did obey him, Forc'd by his reverence for that time ; is't fit Gentlemen ? B.-F. in. L i6i THE LOYAL SUBJECT Act v My noble friends, is't fit we men, and Souldiers, Live to endure this, and look on too ? Put. Forward : They may call back the Sun as soon, stay time, Prescribe a Law to death, as we endure this. The. They will make ye all fair promises. Jnc. We care not. The. Use all their arts upon ye. Jnc. Hang all their arts. Put. And happily they'l bring him with 'em. Jnc. March apace then, He is old and cannot overtake us. Put. Say he doe. (more: Jnc. We'I run away with him : they shall never see him The truth is, we'l hear nothing, stop at nothing. Consider nothing but our way ; believe nothing. Not though they say their prayers : be content with nothing. But the knocking out their brains: and last, do nothing But ban 'em and curse 'em, till we come to kill 'em. The. Remove then forwards bravely ; keep your minds And the next time we face 'em, shall be fatal. (whole, [Exeunt. SCENA V. Enter Archas, Duke, Burris, Gent, and SouM. Ar. Peace to your Grace ; take rest Sir, they are before us. Gent. They are Sir, and upon the march. [Exit Duke. Ar. Lord Burris, Take you those horse and coast 'em : upon the first advantage, If they will not slake their march, charge 'em up roundly. By that time I'le come in. Bur. I'le do it truly. \Exit. Gent. How do you feel your self Sir ? Ar. Well, I thank ye; A little weak, but anger shall supply that; You will all stand bravely to it ? All. Whilst we have lives Sir. Ar. Ye speak like Gentlemen ; I'le make the knaves know. The proudest, and the strongest hearted Rebel, 162 Sc. V THE LOYAL SUBJECT They have a law to live in, and they shall have ; Beat up a pace, by this time he is upon 'em, [Drum within. And sword, but hold me now, thou shalt play ever. \_Exeunt. Enter Drums beating, Theodore, Putskie, Ancient, and their Souldiers. ,1 The. Stand, stand, stand close, and sure ; Enter Burris, and i or 2 Souldiers. The horse will charge us. Anc. Let 'em come on, we have provender fit for 'em. Put. Here comes Lord Burris Sir, I think to parly. The. You are welcom noble Sir, I hope to our part. Bur. No, valiant Colonel, I am come to chide ye, To pity ye; to kill ye, if these fail me; Fie, what dishonour seek ye ! what black infamy ! why do ye draw out thus ? draw all shame with ye ? Are these fit cares in subjedls ? I command ye Lay down your arms again, move in that peace. That fair obedience you were bred in. Put. Charge us : We come not here to argue. The. Charge up bravely, And hotly too, we have hot spleens to meet ye. Hot as the shames are offer'd us. Enter Archas, Gent, and Souldiers. Bur. Look behind ye. Do you see that old man ? do you know him Souldiers ? Put. Your Father Sir, believe me — Biir. You know his marches. You have seen his executions : is it yet peace ? The. We'l dye here first. Bur. Farewel : you'l hear on's presently. Ar. Stay Burris : this is too poor, too beggerly a body To bear the honour of a charge from me, A sort of tatter'd Rebels; go provide Gallowses; Ye are troubled with hot heads, I'le cool ye presently : These look like men that were my Souldiers Now I behold 'em nearly, and more narrowly, L 2 163 THE LOYAL SUBJECT Act v My honest friends: where got they these fair figures? Where did they steal these shapes ? Bur. They are struck already. Ar. Do you see that fellow there, that goodly Rebel ? He looks as like a Captain I lov'd tenderly : A fellow of a faith indeed. Bur. He has sham'd him. Ar. And that that bears the Colours there, most certain So like an Ancient of mine own, a brave fellow, A loving and obedient, that believe me Burris, I am amaz'd and troubled : and were it not I know the general goodness of my people. The duty, and the truth, the stedfast honestie. And am assur'd they would as soon turn Devils As rebels to allegeance, for mine honour. Bur. Here needs no wars. Put. I pray forgive us Sir. Am. Good General forgive us, or use your sword, Your words are double death. AH. Good noble General. Bur. Pray Sir be mercifuU. Ar. Weep out your shames first. Ye make me fool for companie : fie Souldiers, My Souldiers too, and play these tricks ? what's he there ? Sure I have seen his face too ; yes, most certain I have a son, but I hope he is not here now, 'Would much resemble this man, wondrous near him. Just of his height and making too, you seem a Leader. The. Good Sir, do not shame me more : I know your And less than death I look not for. (anger, Ar. You shall be my charge Sir, it seems you want foes, When you would make your friends your Enemies. A running bloud ye have, but I shall cure ye. Bur. Good Sir — An. No more good Lord: beat forward Souldiers: And you, march in the rear, you have lost your places. [Exeunt. 164 Sc. VI THE LOYAL SUBJECT SCENA VI,- Enter Duke, Olympia, Honora, Viola. Du. You shall not be thus sullen still with me Sister, You do the most unnobly to be angry, For as I have a soul, I never touch'd her, I never yet knew one unchast thought in her: I must confess, I lov'd her : as who would not ? I must confess I doated on her strangely, I ofFer'd all, yet so strong was her honour. So fortifi'd as fair, no hope could reach her. And whilst the world beheld this, and confirm'd it, Why would you be so jealous ? Oly. Good Sir pardon me, I feel sufficiently my follies penance. And am asham'd, that shame a thousand sorrows Feed on continually, would I had never seen her. Or with a clearer judgement look'd upon her, She was too good for me, so heavenly good Sir, Nothing but Heaven can love that soul sufficiently, Where I shall see her once again. Enter Burris. Du. No more tears. If she be within the Dukedom, we'l recover her : Welcom Lord Burris, fair news I hope. Bur. Most fair Sir, Without one drop of bloud these wars are ended. The Souldier cool'd again, indeed asham'd Sir, And all his anger ended. Du. Where's Lord Archas ? Bur. Not far off Sir : with him his valiant son. Head of this fire, but now a prisoner, And if by your sweet mercy not prevented, I fear some fatal stroke. [Drurns. Enter Archas, Theodore, Gentlemen, Souldiers. Du. I hear the Drums beat, Welcom, my worthy friend. Ar. Stand where ye are Sir, 165 THE LOYAL SUBJECT Act v Even as you love your country, move not forw^ard, Nor plead for peace till I have done a justice, A justice on this villain; none of mine novi^, A justice on this Rebel. Hon. O my Brother. Ar. This fatal firebrand — Du. Forget not old man. He is thy son, of thine ow^n bloud. Ar. In these veins No treacherie e're harbour'd yet, no mutinie, I ne're gave life to \cvrA and headstrong Rebels. Du. 'Tis his first fault. Ar. Not of a thousand Sir, Or wrere it so, it is a fault so mightie. So strong against the nature of all mercy. His Mother v^ere she living, would not vs^eep for him. He dare not say he would live. The. I must not Sir, Whilst you say 'tis not fit: your Graces mercy Not to my life appli'd, but to my fault Sir, The worlds forgiveness next, last, on my knees Sir, I humbly beg, Do not take from me yet the name of Father, Strike me a thousand blows, but let me dye yours. Ar. He moves my heart : I must be suddain with him, I shall 'grow faint else in my execution ; Come, come Sir, you have seen death ; now meet him bravely. Du. Hold, hold I say, a little hold, consider Thou hast no more sons Archas to inherit thee. Ar. Yes Sir, I have another, and a nobler : No treason shall inherit me: young Archas A boy, as sweet as young, my Brother breeds him. My noble Brother Briskie. breeds him nobly. Him let your favour find : give him your honour. Enter Putskie {alias Briskie) and Alinda, {alias Archas.) Pu. Thou hast no child left Archas, none to inherit thee If thou strikst that stroke now : behold young Archas ; Behold thy Brother here, thou bloudy Brother, As bloody to this sacrifice as thou art : i66 Sc. VI THE LOYAL SUBJECT Heave up thy sword, and mine's heav'd up : strike Archas, And rie strike too as suddenly, as deadly: Have mercy, and I'le have mercy: the Duke gives it. Look upon all these, how they weep it from thee, Choose quickly, and begin. Du. On your obedience, On your allegeance save him. Ar. Take him to ye, [^Soul. shout. And sirrah, be an honest man, ye have reason : I thank ye worthy Brother: welcom child, Mine own sweet child. Du. Why was this boy conceal'd thus ? Put. Your graces pardon : Fearing the vow you made against my Brother, And that your anger would not only light On hifn, but find out all his familie. This young boy, to preserve from after danger. Like a young wench, hither I brought ; my self In the habit of an ordinarie Captain Disguis'd, got entertainment, and serv'd here That I might still be ready to all fortunes: That boy your Grace took, nobly entertain'd him. But thought a Girle, Alinda, Madam. 01. Stand away. And let me look upon him. Du. My young Mistris ? This is a strange metamorphosis, Alinda ? Al. Your graces humble servant. Du. Come hither Sister: I dare yet scarce believe mine eyes : how they view one Dost thou not love this boy well ? (another ? Oly. I should lye else. Trust me, extreamly lye Sir. Du. Didst thou never wish Olympia, It might be thus ? Oly. A thousand times. Du. Here take him : Nay, do not blush : I do not jest ; kiss sweetly : Boy, ye kiss faintly boy ; Heaven give ye comfort ; Teach him, he'l quickly learn : there's two hearts eas'd now. 167 THE LOYAL SUBJECT Act v Jr. You do me too much honour Sir. Du. No Jnhas, But all I can, I will ; can you love me ? speak truly. Hon. Yes Sir, dearly. Du. Come hither Fiola, can you love this man ? Fio. Tie do the best I can Sir. Du. Seal it Burns, We'l all to Church together instantly: And then a vie for boyes ; stay, bring Boroskie. Enter Boroskie. I had almost forgot that lump of mischief. There Archas, take the enemie to honour, The knave to worth : do with him what thou wilt. Jr. Then to my sword again ; you to your prayers ; Wash oflF your villanies, you feel the burthen. Bor. Forgive me e're I die, most honest Archas ; 'Tis too much honour that I perish thus ; O strike my faults to kill them, that no memorie, No black and blasted infamy hereafter — Ar. Come, are ye ready ? Bor. Yes. Ar. And truly penitent, to make your way straight ? Bor. Thus I wash ofF my sins. Ar. Stand up, and live then. And live an honest man ; I scorn mens ruines : Take him again, Sir, trie him : and believe This thing will be a perfedl man. Du. I take him. Bor. And when I fail those hopes, heavens hopes fail me. Du. You are old : no more wars Father : Theodore take you the charge, be General. The. All good bless ye. Du. And my good Father, you dwell in my bosom, From you rise all my good thoughts : when I would think And examine time for one that's fairly noble. And the same man through all the streights of vertue, Upon this Silver book I'le look, and read him. Now forward merrily to Hymens rites, i68 Sc. VI THE LOYAL SUBJECT To joyes, and revels, sports, and he that can Most honour Archas, is the noblest man. \^Exeunt. Prologue. WE need not noble Gentlemen to invite Attention, preinstnuSf you who did write This worthy Story, being confident The mirth join'd with grave matter, and Intent To yield the hearers profit, with delight. Will speak the maker : and to do him right. Would ask a Genius like to his ; the age Mourning his loss, and our now widdowed stage In vain lamenting. I could adde, so far Behind him the most modern writers are. That when they would commend him, their best praise Ruins the buildings which they strive to raise To his best memory, so much a friend Presumes to write, secure 'twill not offend The living that are mtdest, with the rest That may repine he cares not to contest. This debt to Fletcher paid ; it is prgfest By us the ASiors, we will do our best To send such favouring friends, as hither come To grace the Scene, pleas'd, and contented home. Epilogue. T Hough something well assured, few here repent Three hours of pretious time, or money spent On our endeavours, Tet not to relye Too much upon our care, and industrie, 'Tis fit we should ask, but a modest way How you approve our ailion in the play. If you vouchsafe to crown it with applause. It is your bountie, and you give us cause Hereafter with a general consent To study, as becomes us, your content. 169 Rule a Wife, and have a Wife. ABus Primus. Scena Prima. Enter Juan de Castro, and Michael Perez. Mich. ARE your Companies full, Colonel ? £\_ Juan. No, not yet. Sir : Nor will not be this month yet, as I reckon ; How rises your Command ? Mich. We pick up still, and as our monies hold out. We have men come, about that time I think We shall be full too, many young Gallants go. yuan. And unexperienced. The Wars are dainty dreams to young hot spirits, Time and Experience will allay those Visions, We have strange things to fill our numbers. There's one Don Leon, a strange goodly fellow, Recommended to me from some noble Friends, For my Alferes, had you but seen his Person, And what a Giants promise it protesteth. (too. Mich. I have heard of him, and that he hath serv'd before Juan. But no harm done, nor never meant, Don Michael, That came to my ears yet, ask him a question. He blushes like a Girl, and answers little. To the point less, he wears a Sword, a good one. And good Cloaths too, he is whole skin'd, has no hurt yet. Good promising hopes, I never yet heard certainly Of any Gentleman that saw him angry. Mich. Preserve him, he'll conclude a peace if need be, Many as strong as he will go along with us, That swear as valiantly as heart can wish, (ones, Their mouths charg'd with six oaths at once, and whole That make the drunken Dutch creep into Mole-hills. 170 Act I RULE A WIFE, AND HAVE A WIFE Juan. 'Tis true, such we must look for : but Mich. Perez, When heard you of Donna Margarita, the great Heiress ? Mich. I hear every hour of her, though I never saw her, She is the main discourse : noble Don yuan de Castro, How happy were that man could catch this Wench up. And live at ease ! she is fair, and young, and wealthy, Infinite wealthy, and as gracious too In all her entertainments, as men report. yuan. But she is proud. Sir, that I know for certain, And that comes seldome without wantonness, He that shall marry her, must have a rare hand. Mich. Would I were married, 1 would find that Wisdom, With a light rein to rule my Wife : if ever Woman Of the most subtile mould went beyond me, I would give the Boys leave to whoot me out o'th' Parish. Enter a Servant. Ser. Sir, there be two Gentlewomen attend to speak With you. yuan. Wait on 'em in. Mich. Are they two handsome Women ? Ser. They seem so, very handsom, but they are vail'd. Sir. Mich. Thou put'st sugar in my mouth, how it melts with I love a sweet young Wench. (me ! yuan. Wait on them in I say. \_Exit Servant. Mich. Don yuan. yuan. How you itch, Michael ! how you burnish ! Will not this Souldiers heat out of your bones yet. Do your Eyes glow now ? Mich. There be two. yuan. Say honest, what shame have you then ? Mich. I would fain see that, I have been in the Indies twice, and have seen strange things. But two honest Women ; — one I read of once. yuan. Prithee be modest. Mich. I'll be any thing. Enter Servant, Donna Clara, and Estifania vail'd. yuan. You are welcome Ladies. Mich. Both hooded, I like 'em well though, 171 RULE A WIFE, Act i They come not for advice in Law sure hither ; May be they would learn to raise the Pike, I am for 'em : they are very modest, 'tis a fine Preludium. "Juan. With me, or with this Gentleman, Would you speak, Lady ?■ Clara. With you. Sir, as I • guess, yuan de Castro. Mich. Her Curtain opens, she is a pretty Gentlewoman. yuan. I am the Man, and shall be bound to Fortune, I may do any service to your Beauties. {Flanders, Clara. Captain, I hear you are marching down to To serve the Catholick King. yuan. I am sweet Lady. Clara. I have a Kinsman, and a noble Friend, Imploy'd in those Wars, may be, Sir, you know him, Don Campusano Captain of Carbines, To whom I would request your Nobleness, To give this poor Remembrance. \A Letter. yuan. I shall do it, I know the Gentleman, a most worthy Captain. Clara. Something in private. yuan. Step aside : I'll serve thee. \Ex. Juan, and Clara. Mich. Prithee let me see thy face. Estif. Sir, you must pardon me, Women of our sort, that maintain fair memories, And keep suspeft off from their Chastities, Had need wear thicker Vails. Mich. I am no blaster of a Ladies Beauty, Nor bold intruder on her special favours, I know how tender Reputation is, And with what guards it ought to be preserv'd, Lady, You may to me. Estif. You must excuse me, Seignior, I come Not here to sell my self. Mich. As I am a Gentleman, by the honour of a Souldier. Estif. I believe you, I pray you be civil, I believe you would see me, And when you have seen me I believe you will like me, But in a strange place, to a stranger too, As if I came on purpose to betray you. Indeed I will not. 172 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE Mich. I shall love you dearly, And 'tis a sin to fling away affedlion, I have no Mistress, no desire to honour Any but you, will not this Oyster open ? I know not, you have struck me with your modesty ; She will draw sure ; so deep, and taken from me All the desire I might bestow on others. Quickly before they come. Estif. Indeed I dare not : But since I see you are so desirous, Sir, To view a poor face that can merit nothing But your Repentance. Mich. It must needs be excellent. Estif. And with what honesty you ask it of me. When I am gone let your man follow me. And view what house I enter, thither come, For there I dare be bold to appear open : And as I like your vertuous carriage then, Enter Juan, Clara, a Servant. I shall be able to give welcome to you ; She hath done her business, I must take my leave. Sir. Mich. I'll kiss your fair white hand and thank you, Lady. My man shall wait, and I shall be your Servant ; Sirrah, come near, hark. ^Serv. I shall do it faithfully. {Exit. yuan. You will command me no more services ? Cla. To be careful of your noble health, dear Sir, That I may ever honour you. yuan. I thank you, And kiss your hands, wait on the Ladies down there. [Exeunt Ladies, and Servants. Mi. You had the honour to see the face that came to you ? yuan. And 'twas a fair one ; what was yours, Don Michael ? Mi. Mine was i'th' clipse, and had a Cloud drawn over it. But I believe well, and I hope 'tis handsome, She had a hand would stir a holy Hermite. yuan. You know none of 'em ? Mich. No. yuan. Then I do, Captain, 173 RULE A WIFE, Act i But I'll say nothing till I see the proof on't, Sit close Don Perez, or your Worship's caught. I fear a Flye. Mich. Were those she brought Love-Letters ? Juan. A Packet to a Kinsman now in Flanders, Yours was very modest methought. Mich. Some young unmanag'd thing, But I may live to see — Juan. 'Tis worth experience. Let's walk abroad and view our Companies. [Exeunt. Enter Sanchio, and Alonzo./ Sanch. What, are you for the Wars, Alonzo ? Alon. It may be I, It may be no, e'n as the humour takes me. If I find peace amongst the female Creatures, And easie entertainment, I'll stay at home, I am not so far obliged yet to long Marches And mouldy Biskets, to run mad for Honour, When you are all gone I have my choice before me. Sanch. Of which Hospital thou wilt sweat in ; wilt thou Never leave whoring ? Alon. There is less danger in't than gunning, Sanchio, Though we be shot sometimes, the shot's not mortal. Besides, it breaks no limbs. Sanch. But it disables 'em, Dost thou see how thou pull'st thy legs after thee, as they Hung by points. Alon. Better to pull 'em thus than walk on wooden ones. Serve bravely for a Billet to support me. Sanch. Fye, fye, 'tis base. Alon. Dost thou count it base to suffer ? Suffer abundantly ? 'tis the Crown of Honour ; You think it nothing to lie twenty days Under a Surgeons hands that has no mercy. Sanch. As thou hast done I am sure, but I perceive now Why you desire to 'stay, the orient Heiress, The Margarita, Sir, Alonz. I would I had her. Sanch. They say she will marry. 174 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE Alonz. I think she will. Sanch. And marry suddenly, as report goes too, She fears her Youth will not hold out, Alonzo. Alonz. I would I had the sheathing on't. Sanch. They say too She has a greedy eye that must be fed With more than one mans meat. Alonz. Would she were mine, I would cater for her well enough ; but Sanchio, There be too many great men that adore her, Princes, and Princes fellows, that claim priviledge. Sanch. Yet those stand off i'th' way of marriage. To be tyed to a man's pleasure is a second labour. Alon. She has bought a brave house here in town. Sanch. I have heard so. Alonz. If she convert it now to pious uses. And bid poor Gentlemen welcome. Sanch. When comes she to^ it ? Alonz. Within these two days, she is in the Country yet. And keeps the noblest House. Sanch. Then there's some hope of her, Wilt thou go my way ? Alonz. No, no, I must leave you. And repair to an old Gentlewoman That has credit with her, that can speak a good word. (first. Sanch. Send thee good fortune, but make thy Body sound Alonz. I am a Souldier, And too sound a Body becomes me not ; Farewel, Sanchio. [Exeunt. Enter a Servant of Michael Perez. Serv. 'Tis this or that house, or I have lost my aim. They are both fair buildings, she walked plaguy fast. Enter Estifania. And hereabouts I lost her ; stay, that's she, 'Tis very she, — she makes me a low court'sie. Let me note the place, the street I well remember. [Exit. She is in again, certain some noble Lady. How happy should I be if she love my master : ^ 175 RULE A WIFE, Act i A wondrous goodly house, here are brave lodgings, And I shall sleep now like an Emperour, And eat abundantly : I thank my fortune, I'll back with speed, and bring him happy tidings. [Exit. Enter three old Ladies, 1 Lady. What should it mean, that in such haste We are sent for ? 2 Lady. Belike the Lady Margaret has some business She would break to us in private. 3 Lady. It should seem so. 'Tis a good Lady, and a wise young Lady. 2 Lady. And vertuous enough too I warrant ye For a young Woman of her years ; 'tis pity To load her tender Age with too much Vertue. (with. 3 Lady. 'Tis more sometimes than we can well away Enter Altea. Alt. Good morrow. Ladies. All. 'Morrow, my good Madam. 1 Lad. How does the sweet young Beauty, Lady Margaret ? 2 Lady. Has she slept well after her walk last night ? 1 Lady. Are her dreams gentle to her mind? Alt. All's well. She's very well, she sent for you thus suddenly To give her counsel in a business That much concerns her. 2 Lady. She does well and wisely. To ask the counsel of the ancientst, Madam, Our years have run through many things she knows not. Alt. She would fain marry. I Lady. 'Tis a proper calling. And well beseems her years, who would she yoke with ? Alt. That's left to argue on, I pray come in And break your fast, drink a good cup or two. To strengthen your understandings, then she'l tell ye. 2. And good wine breeds good counsel. Wc'l yield to ye. [Exeunt, 176 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE Enter Juan de Castro, and Leon. yuan. Have you seen any service ? Leon. Yes. yuan. Where ? Leon. Every where. yuan. What office bore ye ? Leon. None, I was not worthy. yuan. What Captains know you ? Leon. None, they were above me. yuan. Were you never hurt ? Leon. Not that I well remember, But once I stole a Hen, and then they beat me ; Pray ask me no long questions, I have an ill memory. yuan. This is an Asse, did you never draw your sword Leon. Not to do any harm I thank Heaven for't. (yet ? yuan. Nor ne'r ta'ne prisoner.^ Leon. No, I ran away. For I had ne'r no mony to redeem me. yuan. Can you endure a Drum ? Leon. It makes my head ake. yuan. Are you not valiant when you are drunk ? Leon. I think not, but I am loving Sir. yuan. What a lump is this man, Was your Father wise ? Leon. Too wise for me I'm sure. For he gave all he had to my younger Brother. yuan. That was no foolish part I'le bear you witness. Canst thou lye with a woman ? Leon. I think I could make shift Sir, But I am bashfiill. yuan. In the night ? Leon. I know not. Darkness indeed may do some good upon me. yuan. Why art thou sent to me to be my officer, I, and commended too, when thou darst not fight? Leon. There be more officers of my opinion, Or I am cozen'd Sir, men that talk more too. yuan. How wilt thou scape a bullet ? Leon, Why by chance, B.-F. III. M 177 RULE A WIFE, Act i They aim at honourable men, alas I am none Sir. Juan. This fellow has some doubts in's talk that strike me, Enter Alonzo. He cannot be all fool : welcom Alonzo. (company ? Alon. What have you got there, temperance into your The spirit of peace ? we shall have wars Enter Cacafogo. By th'ounce then. O here's another pumpion, Let him loose for luck sake, the cram'd son Of a stav'd Usurer, Cacafogo, both their brains butter'd, Cannot make two spoonfulls. Caca. My Father's dead : I am a man of war too, Monyes, demesns; I have ships at sea too, Captains. (else. Juan. Take heed o'th' Hollanders, your ships may leak Caca. I scorn the Hollanders, they are my drunkards. Alon. Put up your gold Sir, I'le borrow it else. Caca. I am satisfied, you shall not. Come out, I know thee, meet mine anger instantly. Leon. I never wrong'd ye. Caca. Thou hast wrong'd mine honor. Thou look'dst upon my Mistris thrice lasciviously, I'le make it good. Juan. Do not hea[t] your self, you will surfeit. Caca. Thou wan'st my mony too, with a pair of base bones, In whom there was no truth, for which I beat thee, I beat thee much, now I will hurt thee dangerously. This shall provoke thee. \He strikes. Alon. You struck too low by a foot Sir. Juan. You must get a ladder when you would beat This fellow. Leon. I cannot chuse but kick again, pray pardon me. Caca. Had'st thou not ask'd my pardon, I had kill'd thee, I leave thee as a thing despis'd, assoles manus a vostra siniare a Maistre. [^Exit Cac. Alon. You have scap'd by miracle, there is not in all Spain, A spirit of more fury than this fire drake. Leon. I see he is hasty, and I would give him leave 178 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE To beat me soundly if he would take my bond. "Juan. What shall I do with this fellow ? Alon. Turn him off. He will infedl the camp with cowardise, If he goe with thee. "Juan. About some week hence Sir, If I can hit upon no abler officer, You shall hear from me. Leon. I desire no better. [Exit, Enter Estifania, and Perez. Per. You have made me now too bountifull amends. Lady For your stridl carriage when you saw me first. These beauties were not meant to be conceal'd, It was a wrong to hide so sweet an obje£t, I cou'd now chide ye, but it shall be thus. No other anger ever touch your sweetness. Estif. You appear to me so honest, and so civil. Without a blush Sir, I dare bid ye welcom. Per. Now let me ask your name. Estif. 'Tis Estifanie, the heir of this poor place. Per. Poor do you call it ? There's nothing that I cast mine eyes upon. But shews both rich and admirable, all the rooms Are hung as if a Princess were to dwell here. The Gardens, Orchards, every thing so curious : Is all that plate your own too ? Estif. 'Tis but little. Only for present use, I have more and richer, When need shall call, or friends compel me use it. The sutes you see of all the upper chamber. Are those that commonly adorn the house, I think I have besides, as fair, as civil. As any town in Spain can parallel. Per. Now if she be not married, I have some hopes. Are you a maid ? Estif. You make me blush to answer, I ever was accounted so to this hour. And that's the reason that I live retir'd Sir. Per. Then would I counsel you to marry presently, M 2 179 RULE A WIFE, Act i (If I can get her, I am made for ever) For every year you lose, you lose a beauty, A Husband now, an honest careful Husband, Were such a comfort : wrill ye walk above stairs ? Estif. This place will fit our talk, 'tis fitter far Sir, Above there are day-beds, and such temptations I dare not trust Sir. Per. She is excellent wise withal too. Estif. You nam'd a husband, I am not so strict Sir, Nor ti'd unto a Virgins solitariness, But if an honest, and a noble one. Rich, and a souldier, for so I have vowed he shall be. Were ofi^er'd me, I think I should accept him, But above all he must love. Perez. He were base else. There's comfort ministred in the word souldier. How sweetly should I live ! Estif. I am not so ignorant, but that I know well, How to be commanded. And how again to make my self obey'd Sir, I waste but little, I have gather'd much. My rial not the less worth, when 'tis spent, If spent by my direftion, to please my Husband, I hold it as indifferent in my duty. To be his maid i'th' kitchen, or his Cook, As in the Hall to know my self the Mistris. Per. Sweet, rich, and provident, now fortune stick To me ; I am a Souldier, and a bachelour, Lady, And such a wife as you, I cou'd love infinitely, They that use many words, some are deceitfull, I long to be a Husband, and a good one. For 'tis most certain I shall make a president For all that follow me to love their Ladies, I am young you see, able I would have you think too, If't please you know, try me before you take me. 'Tis true I shall not meet in equal wealth With ye, but Jewels, Chains, such as the war Has given me, a thousand Duckets I dare Presume on in ready gold, now as your Care may handle it, as rich cloths too, as 180 Act II AND HAVE A WIFE Any he bears arms Lady. Estif. You are a true gentleman, and fair, I see by ye. And such a man I had rather take. Perez. Pray do so, I'le have a Priest o'th' sudden. Estif. And as suddenly you will repent toc- Perez. I'le be hang'd or drown'd first. By this and this, arrd this kiss. Estif. You are a Flatterer, But I must say there was something when I saw you First, in that most noble face, that stirr'd my fancy. Per. I'le stir it better e're you sleep sweet Lady, I'le send for all my trunks and give up all to ye. Into your own dispose, before I bed ye. And then sweet wench. Estif. You have the art to cozen me. [^Exeunt. ASlus Secundus. Scena Prima. Enter Margarita, and two Ladies, and Altea. Margar. O IT down and give me your opinions seriously. v^ I La. You say you have a mind to marry Lady. Marg. 'Tis true, I have for to preserve my credit, Yet not so much for that as for my state Ladies, Conceive me right, there lies the main o'th' question, Credit I can redeem, mony will imp it. But when my monie's gone, when the law shall Seize that, and for incontinency strip me Of all. 1 La. Do you find your body so malitious that way ? Marg. I find it as all bodies are that are young and lusty. Lazy, and high fed, I desire my pleasure. And pleasure I must have. 2 Lady. 'Tis fit you should have. Your years require it, and 'tis necessary, As necessary as meat to a young Lady, Sleep cannot nourish more. I La. But might not all this be, and keep ye single. You take away variety in marriage. The abundance of the pleasure you are bar'd then, i8i RULE A WIFE, Act ii Is't not abundance that you aim at ? Marg. Yes why was I made a woman ? 2 Lady. And every day a new ? Marg. Why fair and young but to use it ? (then ? 1 Lady. You are still i'th' right, why would you marry Alte. Because a husband stops all doubts in this point, And clears all passages. 2 Lady. What Husband mean ye ? Alte. A Husband of an easy faith, a fool, Made by her wealth, and moulded to her pleasure, One though he see himself become a monster. Shall hold the door, and entertain the maker. 2 Lady. You grant there may be such a man. 1 Lady, Yes marry, but how to bring 'em to this rare Perfedlion. 2 Lady. They must be chosen so, things of no honour. Nor outward honesty. Marga. No 'tis no matter, I care not what they are, so they be lusty. 2 La. Me thinks now a rich Lawyer, some such fellow. That carries credit, and a face of awe, But lies with nothing but his clients business. Marg. No there's no trusting them, they are too subtil. The Law has moulded 'em of natural mischief. I Lady. Then some grave governor, Some man of honour, yet an easy man. Marg. If he have honour I am undone, I'le none such, rie have a lusty man, honour will cloy me. Altea. 'Tis fit ye should Lady ; And to that end, with search and wit and labour, I have found one out, a right one and a perfeft. He is made as strong as brass, is of brave years too, And doughty of complexion. Marga. Is he a Gentleman ? Alt. Yes and a souldier, as gentle as you would wish him, A good fellow, wears good cloaths. Marga. Those I'le allow him. They are for my credit, does he understand But little ? Altea. Very little. 182 Sc. 1 AND HAVE A WIFE Marga. 'Tis the better, Have not the wars bred him up to anger ? Al. No, he will not quarrel with a dog that bites hi[m], Let him be drunk or sober, is one silence. Marg. H'as no capacity what honor is ? For that's the Souldiers god. Alt. Honour's a thing too subtil for his wisdom. If honour lye in eating, he is right honourable. Marg. Is he so goodly a man do you say ? Altea. As you shall see Lady, But to all this is but a trunk. Marg. I would have him so, I shall adde branches to him to adorn him, Goe, find me out this man, and let me see him, If he be that motion that you tell me of. And make no .more noise, I shall entertain him, Let him be here. Altea. He shall attend your Ladiship. \Excunt. Enter Juan, Alonzo, and Perez. "Juan. Why thou art not married indeed ? Perez. No, no, pray think so, Alas I am a fellow of no reckoning, Not worth a Ladies eye. Alon. Wou'dst thou steal a fortune. And make none of all thy friends acquainted with it. Nor bid us to thy wedding? Perez,. No indeed. There was no wisdom in't, to bid an Artist, An old seducer to a femal banquet, I can cut up my pye without your instruftions. Juan. Was it the wench i'th' veil ? Perez. Basto 'twas she, The prettiest Rogue that e're you look'd upon. The lovingst thief. Juan. And is she rich withal too ? Perez. A mine, a mine, there is no end of wealth Coronel, I am an asse, a bashfull fool, prethee Coronel, How do thy compa[ni]es fill now ? Juan. You are merry Sir, 183 RULE A WIFE, Act ii You intend a safer war at home belike now. Perez, I do not think I shall fight much this year Coronel, I find my self given to my ease a little, I care not if I sell my foolish company, They are things of hazard. jlon. How it angers me, This fellow at first fight should win a Lady, A rich young wench, and I that have consum'd My time and art in searching out their subtleties. Like a fool'd Alchymist blow up my hopes still ? When shall we come to thy house and be, freely merry? Perez. When I have manag'd her a little more, I have an house to entertain an army. Akn. If thy wife be fair, thou wilt have few less Come to thee. (Signior. Perez. But where they'l get entertainment is the point I beat no Drum. Jlon. You need none but her taber. May be I'le march after a month or two, To get me a fresh stomach. I find Coronel A wantonness in wealth, methinks I agree not with, 'Tis such a trouble to be married too. And have a thousand things of great importance, Jewels and plates, and fooleries molest me. To have a mans brains whimsied with his wealth : Before I walk'd contentedly. Enter Servant. Serv. My Mistris Sir is sick, because you are absent. She mourns and will not eat. Perez. Alas my Jewel, Come I'le goe with thee, Gentlemen your fair leaves, You see I am ti'd a little to my yoke. Pray pardon me, would ye had both such loving wives. yuan. I thank ye \Exit Perez, Servant. For your old boots, never be blank Alonzo, Because this fellow has outstrip! thy fortune. Tell me ten daies hence what he is, and how The gracious state of matrimony stands with him. Come, let's to dinner, when Margarita comes 184 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE We'l visit both, it may be then your fortune. [Exeunt. Enter Margarita, Altea, and Ladies. Marg. Is he come ? Altea. Yes Madam, h'as been here this half hour, I have question'd him of all that you can ask him. And find him as fit as you had made the man. He will make the goodliest shadow for iniquity. <^ Marg. Have ye searcht him Ladies ? Omnes. Is a man at all points, a likely man. Marg. Call him in Altea. [Exit Lady. Enter Leon, Altea. A man of a good presence, pray ye come this way. Of a lusty body, is his mind so tame ? Alt. Pray ye question him, and if you find him not Fit for your purpose, shake him ofF, there's no harm Done. Marg. Can you love a young Lady ? How he blushes ! Alt. Leave twirling of your hat, and hold your head up, And speak to'th' Lady. Leon. Yes, I think I can, I must be taught, I know not what it means Madam. Marg. You shall be taught, and can you when she pleases Go ride abroad, and stay a week or two ? You shall have men and horses to attend ye. And mony in your purse. Leon. Yes I love riding. And when I am from home I am so merry. Marg. Be as merry as you will : can you as handsomely When you are sent for back, come with obedience. And doe your dutie to the Lady loves you ? Leon. Yes sure, I shall. Marg. And when you see her friends here, Or noble kinsmen, can you entertain Their servants in the Celler, and be busied. And hold your peace, what e're you see or hear of.? Leon. 'Twere fit I were hang'd else. Marg. Let me try your kisses, How the fool shakes, I will not eat ye Sir, 185 RULE A WIFE, Act ii Beshrew my heart he kisses wondrous manly, Can ye doe any thing else ? Leon. Indeed I know not; But if your Ladiship will please to instruft me, Sure I shall learn. Marg. You shall then be instrufted : If I should be this Lady that afFedls ye, Nay say I marry ye ? Altea. Hark to the Lady. Marg. What mony have ye ? Leon. None Madam, nor friends, I wou'd doe any thing to serve your Ladiship. Marg. You must not look to be my M"" Sir, Nor talk i'th' house as though you wore the breeches, No, nor command in any thing. Leon. I will not, Alas I am not able, I have no wit Madam. Marg. Nor do not labour to arrive at any, 'Twill spoil your head, I take ye upon charity, And like a Servant ye must be unto me, As I behold your duty I shall love ye. And as you observe me, I may chance lye with ye. Can you mark these ? Leon. Yes indeed forseoth. Marg. There is one thing, That if I take ye in I put ye from me. Utterly from me, you must not be sawcy. No, nor at any time familiar with me. Scarce know me, w^hen I call ye not. Leon. I will not, alas I never knew my self sufficiently. Marg. Nor must not now. Leon, rie be a Dog to please ye. Marg. Indeed you must fetch and carry as I appoint ye. Leon. I were to blame else. Marg. Kiss me again ; a strong fellow, There is a vigor in his lips : if you see me Kiss any other, twenty in an hour Sir, You must not start, nor be offended. Leon. No, if you kiss a thousand I shall be contented, It will the better teach me how to please ye. 1 86 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE Altea. I told ye Madam. Marg. 'Tis the man I wisht for ; the less you speak. Leon. I'le never speak again Madam, But when you charge me, then I'le speak softly too. Marg. Get me a Priest, I'le wed him instantly. But when you are married Sir, you must wait Upon me, and see you observe my laws. Leon. Else you shall hang me. Marg. I'le give, ye better clothes when you deserve 'em, Come in, and serve for witness. Omnes. We shall Madam. Marg. And then away toth' city presently, I'le to my new house and new company. Leon. A thousand crowns are thine, and I am a made man. Altea. Do not break out too soon. Leon. I know my time wench. [Exeunt. Enter Clara, and Estifania with a paper. Clara. What, have you caught him ? Estif. Yes. Clara. And do you find him A man of those hopes that you aim'd at ? Estif. Yes too. And the most kind man, and the ablest also To give a wife content, he is sound as old wine. And to his soundness rises on the pallat. And there's the man ; find him rich too Clara. Clara. Hast thou married him ? Estif. What dost thou think I fish without a bait wench ? I bob for fools ? he is mine own, I have him, I told thee what would tickle him like a trout, And as I cast it so I caught him daintily. And all he has I have 'stowed at my devotion. (to town, Clara. Docs thy Lady know this ? she is coming now Now to live here in this house. Estif. Let her come. She shall be welcom, I am prcpar'd for her. She is mad sure if she be angry at my fortune, For what I have made bold. Clara. Dost thou not love him ? 187 RULE A WIFE, Act ii Estif. Yes, intirely well. As long as there he staies and looks no farther Into my ends, but when he doubts, I hate him, And that wise hate will teach me how to cozen him: How to decline their wives, and curb their manners. To put a stern and strong reyn to their natures. And holds he is an Asse not worth acquaintance. That cannot mould a Devil to obedience, I owe him a good turn for these opinions, And as I find his temper I may pay him. Enter Perez. here he is, now you shall see a kind man. Perez. My Estifania, shall we to dinner lamb ? 1 know thou stay'st for me. Estif. I cannot eat else. Perez. I never enter but me thinks a Paradise Appears about me. Estif. You are welcom to it Sir. Perez. I think I have the sweetest seat in Spain wench, Me thinks the richest too, we'l eat i'th' garden In one o'th' arbours, there 'tis cool and pleasant, And have our wine cold in the running fountain. Who's that? Estif. A friend of mine Sir. Perez. Of what breeding ? Estif. A Gentlewoman Sir. Perez. What business has she ? Is she a learned woman i'th' Mathematicks, Can she tell fortunes ? Estif. More than I know Sir. Perez. Or has she e're a letter from a kinswoman. That must be delivered in my absence wife, Or comes she from the Doftor to salute ye. And learn your health .? she looks not like a confessor. Estif. What need all this, why are you troubled Sir ? What do you suspeft, she cannot cuckold ye. She is a woman Sir, a very woman. Perez. Your very woman may do very well Sir Toward the matter, for though she cannot perform it Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE In her own person, she may do it by Proxie, Your rarest jugglers work still by conspiracy. Estif. Cry ye mercy husband, you are jealous then, And happily suspedl me. Perez. No indeed wife. Estif. Me thinks you should not till you have more cause And clearer too : I am sure you have heard say husband, A woman forced will free her self through Iron, A happy, calm, and good wife discontented May be taught tricks. Perez,. No, no, I do but jest with ye. Estif. To morrow friend I'le see you. Clara. I shall leave ye Till then, and pray all may goe sweetly with ye. [Exit. Estif. Why where's this girle, whose at the door ? \^Knock. Perez. Who knocks there ? Is't for the King ye come, you knock so boisterously ? Look to the door. Enter Maid. Maid. My Lady, as I live Mistris, my Ladie's come. She's at the door, I peept through, and I saw her. And a stately company of Ladies with her. Estif. This was a week too soon, but I must meet with her. And set a new wheel going, and a subtile one. Must blind this mighty Mars, or I am ruin'd. Perez. What are they at door ? Estif. Such my Michael As you may bless the day they enter'd there, Such for our good. Perez. 'Tis well. Enif. Nay, 'twill be better If you will let me but dispose the business. And be a stranger to it, and not disturb me. What have I now to do but to advance your fortune ? Perez. Doe, I dare trust thee, I am asham'd I am angry, I find thee a wise young wife. Estif. I'le wise your worship Before I leave ye, pray ye walk by and say nothing. Only salute them, and leave the rest to me Sir, 189 RULE A WIFE, Act ii I was born to make ye a man. Perez. The Rogue speaks heartily, Her good will colours in her cheeks, I am born to love her, I must be gentler to these tender natures, A Souldiers rude harsh words befit not Ladies, Nor must we talk to them as we talk to Our Officers, I'le give her way, for 'tis for me she Works now, I am husband, heir, and all she has. Enter Margarita, Estifania, Leon, Altea, and Ladies. Who are these, what flanting things, a woman Of rare presence ! excellent fair, this is too big For a bawdy house, too open seated too. Estif. My Husband, Lady. Marg. You have gain'd a proper man. Perez. What c're I am, I am your servant Lady. [kisses. Estif. Sir, be rul'd now. And I shall make ye rich, this is my cousin. That Gentleman dotes on her, even to death, see how he ob- Perez. She is a goodly woman. (serves her. Estif. She is a mirrour. But she is poor, she were for a Princes side else. This house she has brought him too as to her own. And presuming upon me, and upon my courtesie. Conceive me short, he knows not but she is wealthy, Or if he did know otherwise, 'twere all one. He is so far gone. Perez. Forward, she has a rare face. Estif. This we must carry with discretion Husband, And yield unto her for four daies. Perez. Yield our house up, our goods and wealth ? Estif. All this is but in seeming. To milk the lover on, do you see this writing, 200' a year when they are married Has she sealed to for our good ; the time's unfit now, I'le shew it you to morrow. Perez. All the house ? Estif. All, all, and we'l remove too, to confirm him, They'l into th' country suddenly again After they are matcht, and then she'l open to him. 190 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE Perez. The whole possession wife? look what you doe, A part o'th' house. Estif. No, no, they shall have all, And take their pleasure too, 'tis for our 'vantage. Why, what's four daies? had you a Sister Sir, A Niece or Mistris that required this courtesie, And should I make a scruple to do you good ? Perez,. If easily it would come back. Estif. I swear Sir, As easily as it came on, is't not pity To let such a Gentlewoman for a little help — You give away no house. Perez. Clear but that question. Estif. rie put the writings into your hand. Perez. Well then. Estif. And you shall keep them safe. Perez. I am satisfied; wou'd I had the wench so too. Estif. When she has married him. So infinite his love is linkt unto her. You, I, or any one that helps at this pinch May have Heaven knows what. Perez. I'le remove the goods straight. And take some poor house by, 'tis but for four days. Estif. I have a poor old friend ; there we'l be. Perez. 'Tis well then. Estif. Goe handsom off, and leave the house clear. Perez. Well. Estif. That little stuff we'l use shall follow after ; And a boy to guide ye, peace and we are made both, (wench ? Marg. Come, let's goe in, are all the rooms kept sweet Estif. They are sweet and neat. \_Exit Perez. Marg. Why where's your Husband ? Estif. Gone Madam. When you come to your own he must give place Lady. Marg. Well, send you joy, you would not let me know't, Yet I shall not forget ye. Estif. Thank your Ladyship. [Exeunt. 191 RULE A WIFE, Act hi ASlus Tertius. Scena Prima. Enter Margarita, Altea, and Boy. Altea. \ RE you at ease now, is your heart at rest, X\, Now you have got a shadow, an umbrella To keep the scorching worlds opinion From your fair credit. Marg. I am at peace Altea, If he continue but the same he shews, And be a master of that ignorance He outwardly professes, I am happy. The pleasure I shall live in and the freedom Without the squint-eye of the law upon me. Or prating liberty of tongues, that envy. Altea. You are a made woman. Marg. But if he should prove now A crafty and dissembling kind of Husband, One read in knavery, and brought up in the art Of villany conceal'd. Altea. My life, an innocent. Marg. That's it I aim at, That's it I hope too, then I am sure I rule him. For innocents are like obedient Children Brought up under a hard Mother-in-law, a cruel. Who being not us'd to break-fasts and collations, When they have course bread offer'd 'em, are thankfull. And take it for a favour too. Are the rooms Made ready to entertain my friends ? I long to dance now And to be wanton ; let me have a song, is the great couch up The Duke of Medina sent ? Altea. 'Tis up and ready. Marg. And day-beds in all chambers ? Altea. In all Lady, Your house is nothing now but various pleasures. The Gallants begin to gaze too. Marg. I^et 'em gaze on, I was brought up a Courtier, high and happy. And company is my delight, and courtship, 192 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE And handsom servants at my will : where's my good husband, Where does he wait ? Altea. He knows his distance Madam, I warrant ye he is busie in the celler Amongst his fellow servants, or asleep. Till your command awake him. Enter Leon. Marg. 'Tis well Altea. It should be so, my ward I must preserve him. Who sent for him, how dare he come uncall'd for, His bonnet on too ? Altea. Sure he sees you not. Marg. How scornfully he looks ! Leon. Are all the chambers Deckt and adorn'd thus for my Ladies pleasure ? New hangings every hour for entertainment. And new plate bought, new Jewels to give lustre ? 8er. They are, and yet there must be more and richer. It is her will. Leon. Hum, is it so ? 'tis excellent, It is her will too, to have feasts and banquets, Revells and masques. ~&er. She ever lov'd 'em dearly. And we shall have the bravest house kept now Sir, I must not call ye master she has warn'd me, Nor must not put my hat off to ye. Leon. 'Tis no fashion. What though I be her husband, I am your fellow, I may cut first. Ser. That's as you shall deserve Sir. Leon. And when I lye with her. Ser. May be I'le light ye. On the same point you may doe me that service. Enter I Lady. I Lady. Madam, the Duke Medina with some Captains Will come to dinner, and have sent rare wine, And their best services. Marg. They shall be welcom, B.-F. in. N 193 RULE A WIFE, Act m See all be ready in the noblest fashion, The house perfum'd, now I shall take my pleasure. And not my neighbour Justice maunder at me. Go, get your best cloths on, but till I call ye. Be sure you be not seen, dine with the Gentlewomen, And behave your self cleanly Sir, 'tis for my credit. Enter 2 Lady. 2 Lady. Madam, the Lady Julia. Leon. That's a bawd, A three pil'd bawd, bawd major to the army. (Ladiship, 2 Lady. Has brought her coach to wait upon your And to be inform'd if you will take the air this morning. Leon. The neat air of her nunnery. Marg. Tell her no, i'th' afternoon I'le call on her. 2 Lady. I will Madam. [Exit. Marg. Why are not you gone to prepare your self. May be you shall be sewer to the fire course, A portly presence, Altea he looks lean, 'Tis a wash knave, he will not keep his flesh well. Altea. A willing. Madam, one that needs no spurring. Leon. Faith madam, in my little understanding. You had better entertain your honest neighbours, Your friends about ye, that may speak well of ye. And give a worthy mention of your bounty. Marg. How now, what's this ? Leon. 'Tis only to perswade ye, Courtiers are but tickle things to deal withal, A kind of march-pane men that will not last Madam, An egge and pepper goes farther than their potions. And in a well built body, a poor parsnip Will play his prize above their strong potabiles. Marg. The fellow's mad. Leon. He that shall counsel Ladies, That have both liquorish and ambitious eyes. Is either mad, or drunk, let him speak Gospel. Altea. He breaks out modestly. Leon. Pray ye be not angry. My indiscretion has made bold to tell ye, What you'l find true. 194 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE Marg. Thou darest not talk. Leon. Not much Madam, You have a tye upon your servants tongue, He dares not be so bold as reason bids him, 'Twere fit there were a stronger on your temper. Ne're look so stern upon me, I am your Husband, But what are Husbands ? read the new worlds wonders, Such Husbands as this monstrous world produces, And you will scarce find such deformities, They are shadows to conceal your venial vertues. Sails to your mills, that grind with all occasions. Balls that lye by you, to wash out your stains. And bills nail'd up with horn before your stories. To rent out last. Marg. Do you hear him talk ? Leon. I have done Madam, An oxe once spoke, as learned men deliver, Shortly I shall be such, then I'le speak wonders. Till when I tye my self to my obedience. \Exit. Mar. First I'le unty my self, did you mark the Gentleman, How boldly and how sawcily he talk'd. And how unlike the lump I took him for. The piece of ignorant dow, he stood up to me And mated my commands, this was your providence, Your wisdom, to ele£t this Gentleman, Your excellent forecast in the man, your knowledge. What think ye now ? Altea. I think him an Asse still. This boldness some of your people have blown Into him, this wisdom too with strong wine, 'Tis a Tyrant, and a Philosophef also, and finds Out reasons. Mar. I'le have my celler lockt, no school kept there, Nor no discovery. I'le turn my drunkards. Such as are understanding in their draughts. And dispute learnedly the whyes and wherefores, To grass immediatly, I'le keep all fools. Sober or drunk, still fools, that shall know nothing, Nothing belongs to mankind, but obedience. And such a hand I'le keep over this Husband. N 2 195 RULE A WIFE, Act iii Altea. He will fall again, my life he cryes by this time, Keep him from drink, he has a high constitution. Enter Leon. Leon. Shall I wear my new sute Madam ? Mar. No your old clothes. And get you into the country presently. And see my hawks well train'd, you shall have viftuals, Such as are fit for sawcy palats Sir, And lodgings with the hindes, it is too good too. Alt. Good Madam be not so rough, with repentance. You see now he's come round again. Mar. I see not what I expefl: to see. Leon. You shall see Madam, if it shall please your Lady- Altea. He's humbled, (ship. Forgive good Lady, Marg. Well go get you handsom, And let me hear no more. Leon. Have ye yet no feeling ? rie pinch ye to the bones then my proud Lady. [Exit. Marg. See you preserve him thus upon my favour, You know his temper, tye him to the grindstone, The next rebellion I'le be rid of him, rie have no needy Rascals I tye to me, Dispute my life : come in and see all handsom. Altea. I hope to see you so too, I have wrought ill else. [Exeunt. Enter Perez. Per. Shall I never return .to mine own house again ? We are lodg'd here in the miserablest dog-hole, A Conjurers circle gives cont-ent above it, A hawks mew is a princely palace to it. We have a bed no bigger than a basket, And there we lie like butter clapt together. And sweat our selves to sawce immediately. The fumes are infinite inhabite here too ; And to that so thick, they cut like marmalet, So various too, they'l pose a gold-finder, Never return to mine own paradise .? 196 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE Why wife I say, why Estifania. Estifania \within.'\ I am going presently. Perez. Make haste good Jewel, I am like the people that live in the sweet Islands : I dye, I dye, if I stay but one day more here, My lungs are rotten with the damps that rise. And I cough nothing now but stinks of all sorts. The inhabitants we have are two starv'd rats, For they are not able to maintain a cat here. And those appear as fcarfuU as two Devils, They have eat a map of the whole world up already. And if we stay a night we are gone for company. — , There's an old woman that's now grown to marble, ' Dri'd in this brick hill, and she sits i'th' chimnie, Which is but three tiles rais'd like a house of cards, The true proportion of an old smok'd Sibyl, There is a young thing too that nature meant For a maid-servant, but 'tis now a monster. She has a husk about her like a chcsnut With basiness, and living under the line here, And these two make a hollow sound together. Like frogs or winds between two doors that murmur : Enter Estifania. Mercy deliver me. O are you come wife. Shall we be free again ? Estif. I am now going. And you shall presently to your own house Sir, The remembrance of this small vexation Will be argument of mirth for ever : By that time you have said your orisons, And broke your fast, 'i, shall be back and ready, To usher you to your old content, your freedom. Per. Break my neck rather, is there any thing here to eat But one another, like a race of Cannibals ? A piece of butter'd wall you think is excellent. Let's have our house again immediatly. And pray ye take heed unto the furniture, None be imbezil'd. Eitif. Not a pin I warrant ye. 197 RULE A WIFE, Act iii Perez. And let 'em instantly depart. Estif. They shall both, There's reason in all courtesies, they must both, For by this time I know she has acquainted him, And has provided too, she sent me word Sir, And will give over gratefully unto you. Perez. I'le walk i'th' Church-yard, The dead cannot ofFend more than these living, An hour hence I'le expedl ye. Estif. I'le not fail Sir. Perez. And do you hear, let's have a handsom dinner, And see all things be decent as they have been. And let me have a strong bath to restore me, I stink like a stal-fish shambles, or an oyl-shop. Estif. You shall have all, which some interpret nothing, I'le send ye people for the trunks afore-hand, And for the stuff. Perez. Let 'em be known and honest. And do my service to your niece. Estif. I shall Sir, But if I come not at my hour, come thither. That they may give you thanks for your fair courtesy. And pray ye be brave for my sake. Perez. I observe ye. [^Exeunt. Enter Juan de Castro, Sancho, and Cacafogo. Sane. Thou art very brave. Caca. I have reason, I have mony. Sane. Is mony reason ? Caca. Yes and rime too Captain, If ye have no mony y'are an Asse. Sane. I thank ye. Caca. Ye have manners, ever thank him that has mony. Sane. Wilt thou lend me any ? Caca. Not a farthing Captain, Captains are casual things. Sane. Why so are all men, thou shalt have my bond. Caca. Nor bonds nor fetters Captain, My mony is mine, I make no doubt on't. Jlua^i. What dost thou do with it ? 198 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE Cac. Put it to pious uses, Buy Wine and Wenches, and undo young Coxcombs That would undo me. Juan. Are those Hospitals ? Cac. I first provide to fill my Hospitals With Creatures of mine own, that I know wretched. And then I build : those are more bound to pray for me : Besides, I keep th' inheritance in my Name still. yuan. A provident Charity ; are you for the Wars, Sir ? Cac. I am not poor enough to be a Souldier, Nor have I faith enough to ward a Bullet ; This is no lining for a trench, I take it. yuan. Ye have said wisely. Cac. Had you but my money. You would swear it Colonel, I had rather drill at home A hundred thousand Crowns, and with more honour. Than exercise ten thousand Fools with nothing, A wise Man safely feeds. Fools cut their fingers. Sanch. A right State USurer ; why dost thou not marry. And live a reverend Justice ? (to be one ? Cac. Is't not nobler to command a reverend Justice, than And for a Wife, what need I marry. Captain, When every courteous Fool that owes me money, Owes me his Wife too, to appease my fury ? yuan. Wilt thou go to dinner with us ? Cac. I will go, and view the Pearl of Spain, the Orient Fair One, the rich One too, and I will be respefted, I bear my Patent here, I will talk to her. And when your Captain's Ships shall stand aloof. And pick your Noses, I will pick the purse Of her afFedlion. {Medina. yuan. The Duke dines there to day too, the Duke of Cac. Let the King dine there. He owes me money, and so far's my Creature, And certainly I may make bold with mine own. Captain ? Sanch. Thou wilt eat monstrously. Cac. Like a true born Spaniard, Eat as I were in England where the Beef grows, And I will drink abundantly, and then Talk ye as wantonly as Ovid did, 199 RULE A WIFE, Act hi To stir the Intelleftuals of the Ladies ; I learnt it of my Father's amorous Scrivener. Juan. If we should play now, you must supply me. Cac. You must pawn a Horse troop, And then have at ye Colonel. Sanch. Come, let's go: This Rascal will make rare sport ; how the Ladies Will laugh at him ? Juan. If I light on him I'll make his Purse sweat too. Cac. Will ye lead. Gentlemen ? [Exeunt. Enter Perez, an old TVoman, and Maid. Per. Nay, pray ye come out, and let me understand ye. And tune your pipe a little higher. Lady; I'll hold ye fast : rub, how came my Trunks open ? And my Goods gone, what Pick-lock Spirit ? Old Worn. Ha, what would ye have ? Per. My Goods again, how came my Trunks all open? Old Worn. Are your Trunks open ? Fer. Yes, and Cloaths gone. And Chains, and Jewels : how she smells like hung Beef, The Palsey, and Picklocks, fye, how she belches, The Spirit of Garlick. Old Worn. Where's your Gentlewoman ? The young fair Woman ? Per. What's that to my question ? She is my wife, and gone about my business. Maid. Is she your Wife, Sir ? Per. Yes Sir, is that wonder ? Is the name of Wife unknown here ? Old Worn. Is she truly, truly your Wife ? Per. I think so, for I married her ; It was no Vision sure ! Maid. She has the Keys, Sir. Per. I know she has, but who has all my goods, Spirit ? Old Worn. If you be married to that Gentlewoman, You are a wretched man, she has twenty Husbands. Maid. She tells you true. Old Worn. And she has cozen'd all. Sir. Per. The Devil she has ! I had a fair house with her, 200 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE That stands hard hy, and furnisht royally. (Gentleman. Old Worn. You are cozen'd too, 'tis none of hers, good Maid. The Lady Margarita, she was her Servant, And kept the house, but going from her, Sir, For some lewd tricks she plaid. Per. Plague o' the Devil, Am I i'th' full Meridian of my Wisedom Cheated by a stale Quean ! what kind of Lady Is that that owes the House ? Old Worn. A young sweet Lady. Per. Of a low stature ? Old Worn. She is indeed but little, but she is wondrous fair. Per. I feel I am cozen'd ; Now I am sensible I am undone. This is the very Woman sure, that Cousin She told me would entreat but for four days, To make the house hers ; I am entreated sweetly. Maid. When she went out this morning, that I saw. Sir, She had two Women at the door attending. And there she gave 'em things, and loaded 'em, But what they were — I heard your Trunks to open. If they be yours ? Per. They were mine while they were laden, But now they have cast their Calves, they are not worth Owning : was she her Mistress say you ? (all you saw Old Worn. Her own Mistress, her very Mistress, Sir, and About and in that house was hers. Per. No Plate, no Jewels, nor no Hangings? (thing. Maid. Not a farthing, she is poor. Sir, a poor shifting Per. No money ? Old Worn. Abominable poor, as poor as we are, Money as rare to her unless she steal it. But for one civil Gown her Lady gave her, She may go bare, good Gentlewoman. Per. I am mad now, I think I am as poor as she, I am wide else. One civil Sute I have left too, and that's all. And if she steal that she must fley me for it ; Where does she use ? Old Worn. You may find truth as soon, 20I RULE A WIFE, Act iii Alas, a thousand conceal'd corners, Sir, she lurks in. And here she gets a fleece, and there another. And lives in mists and smoaks where none can find her. Per. Is she a Whore too ? (so Sir, because Old Worn. Little better, Gentleman, I dare not say she is She is yours. Sir, these five years she has firkt A pretty Living, Until she came to serve ; I fear he w^ill knock my Brains out for lying. Per, She has serv'd me faithfully, ^A Whore and Thief? two excellent moral learnings In one she-Saint, I hope to see her legend. Have I been fear'd for my discoveries. And courted by all Women to conceal 'em ? Have I so long studied the art of this Sex, And read the warnings to young Gentlemen? Have I profest to tame the Pride of Ladies, And make 'em bear all tests, and am I trickt now ? Caught in mine own nooze ? here's a royal left yet, There's for your lodging and your meat for this Week. A silk Worm lives at a more plentiful ordinary, And sleeps in a sweeter Box : farewel great Grandmother, If I do find you were an accessary, 'Tis but the cutting off too smoaky minutes, I'll hang ye presently. Old Worn. And I deserve it, I tell but truth. Per. Not I, I am an Ass, Mother. \_Exeunt. Enter the Duke of Medina, Juan de Castro, Alonzo, Sanchio, Cacafogo. Attendants. Duke. A goodly house. Juan. And richly furnisht too, Sir. Alonz. Hung wantonly, I like that preparation. It stirs the blood unto- a hopeful Banquet, And intimates the Mistress free and jovial, I love a house where pleasure prepares welcome. Duke. Now Caeafogo, how like you this mansion? 'Twere a brave Pawn. Caca. I shall be master of it, 'Twas built for my bulk, the rooms are wide and spacious, 202 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE Airy and full of ease, and that I love well, I'll tell you when I taste the Wine, my Lord, And take the height of her Table with my Stomach, How my aflFeftions stand to the young Lady. Enter Margarita, Altea, Ladies, and Servants. Mar. All welcome to your Grace, and to these Souldiers, You honour my poor house with your fair presence, Those few slight pleasures that inhabit here. Sir, I do beseech your Grace command, they are yours. Your servant but preserves 'em to delight ye. Duke. I thank ye Lady, I am bold to visit ye. Once more to bless mine eyes with your sweet Beauty, 'T has been a long night since you left the Court, For till I saw you now, no day broke to me. Mar. Bring in the Dukes meat. Sanch. She is most excellent. Juan. Most admirable fair as e'r I look'd upon, I had rather command her than my Regiment. Caca. I'll have a fling, 'tis but a thousand Duckets, Which I can cozen up again in ten days, And some few Jewels to justifie my Knavery, Say, I should marry her, she'll get more money Than all my Usury, put my Knavery to it. She appears the most infallible way of Purchase, I cou'd wish her a size or two stronger for the encounter, For I am like a Lion where I lay hold, But these Lambs will endure a plaguy load. And never bleat neither, that Sir, time has taught us, I am so vertuous now, I cannot speak to her. The arrant'st shamefac'd Ass, I broil away too. Enter Leon. Mar. Why, where's this dinner ? Leon. 'Tis not ready. Madam, Nor shall not be until I know the Guests too. Nor are they fairly welcome till I bid 'em. yuan. Is not this my Alferes ? he looks another thing ; > Are miracles afoot again ? Marg. Why, Sirrah, why Sirrah, you ? 203 RULE A WIFE, Act m Leon. I hear you, saucy Woman, And as you are my Wife, command your absence, And know your duty, 'tis the Crown of modesty. Duke. Your Wife ? Leon. Yes good my Lord, I am her Husband, And pray take notice that I claim that honour. And will maintain it. Caca. If thou beest her Husband, I am determin'd thou shalt be my Cuckold, I'll be thy faithful friend. Leon. Peace, dirt and dunghil, I will not lose my anger on a Rascal, Provoke me more, I'll beat thy blown body Till thou rebound'st again like a Tennis-Ball. Alonz. This is miraculous. Sanch. Is this the Fellow That had the patience to become a Fool, A flurted Fool, and on a sudden break. As if he would shew a wonder to the World, Both in Bravery, and Fortune too ? I much admire the man, I am astonisht. Mar. I'll be divorced immediately. Leon. You shall not, You shall not have so much will to be wicked. I am more tender of your honour. Lady, And of your Age, you took me for a shadow ; You took me to gloss over your discredit. To be your Fool, you had thought you had found a Coxcomb ; I am innocent of any foul dishonour I mean to ye. Only I will be known to be your Lord now, And be a fair one too, or I will fall for't. Mar. I do command ye from me, thou poor fellow. Thou cozen'd Fool. Leon. Thou cozen'd Fool ? 'tis not so, I will not be commanded : I am above ye : You may divorce me from your favour. Lady, But from your state you never shall, I'll hold that. And then maintain your wantonness, I'll wink at it. Mar. Am I braved thus in mine own house? Leon. 'Tis mine, Madam, 204 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE You are deceiv'd, I am Lord of it, I rule it and all that's in't ; You have nothing to do here, Madam ; But as a Servant to sweep clean the Lodgings, And at my farther w^ill to do me service. And so I'll keep it. Mar. As you love me, give way. Leon. It shall be better, I will give none. Madam, I stand upon the ground of mine own Honour, And will maintain it, you shall know me now To be an understanding feeling man. And sensible of what a Woman aims at, A young proud Woman that has Will to sail with, An itching Woman, that her blood provokes too, I cast my Cloud off, and appear my self, The master of this little piece of mischief. And I will put a Spell about your feet. Lady, They shall not wander but where I give way now. Duke. Is this the Fellow that the People pointed at. For the meer sign of man, the walking Image ? He speaks wondrous highly. Leon. As a Husband ought. Sir, In his own house, and it becomes me well too, I think your Grace would grieve if you were put to it To have a Wife or Servant of your own, (For Wives are reckon'd in the rank of Servants,) tinder your own roof to command ye. Juan. Brave, a strange Conversion, thou shalt lead In chief now. Duke. Is there no difference betwixt her and you. Sir ? Leon. Not now. Lord, my Fortune makes me even. And as I am an honest man, I am nobler. Mar. Get me my Coach. Leon. Let me see who dares get it Till I command, I'll make him draw your Coach too. And eat your Coach, (which will be hard diet) That executes your Will ; or take your Coach, Lady, I give you liberty, and take your People Which I turn off, and take your Will abroad with ye. Take all these freely, but take me no more, 205 RULE A WIFE, Act m And so farewel. Duke. Nay, Sir, you shall not carry it So bravely ofF, you shall not wrong a Lady In a high huffing strain, and think to bear it, We stand not by as Bawds to your brave fury, To see a Lady weep. , (worth pity, Leon. They are tears of anger, I beseech ye note 'em, not Wrung from her rage, because her Will prevails not, She would swound now if she could not cry. Else they were excellent, and I should grieve too. But falling thus, they show nor sweet nor orient. Put up my Lord, this is oppression. And calls the Sword of Justice to relieve me. The law to lend her hand, the King to right me. All which shall understand how you provoke me. In mine own house to brave me, is this princely ? Then to my Guard, and if I spare your Grace, And do not make this place your Monument, Too rich a Tomb for such a rude behaviour, I have a Cause will kill a thousand of ye, mercy forsake me. Juan. Hold, fair Sir, I beseech ye, The Gentleman but pleads his own right nobly. Leon. He that dares strike against the husbands freedom. The Husbands Curse stick to him, a tam'd Cuckold, His Wife be fair and young, but most dishonest, Most impudent, and have no feeling of it. No conscience to reclaim her from a Monster, Let her lye by him like a flattering ruine. And at one instant kill both Name and Honour, Let him be lost, no eye to weep his end. Nor find no earth that's base enough to bury him. Now Sir, fall on, I am ready to oppose ye. Du. I have better thought, I pray Sir use your Wife well. Leon. Mine own humanity will teach me that. Sir, And now you are all welcome, all, and we'll to dinner, This is my Wedding-day. Duke. I'll cross your joy yet. Juan. I made seen a miracle, hold thine own, Souldier, Sure they dare fight in fire that conquer Women. Sanch. H'as beaten all my loose thoughts out of me, 206 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE As if he had thresht 'em out o'th' husk. Enter Perez. Per. 'Save ye, which is the Lady of the house ? Leon. That's she, Sir, that pretty Lady, If you would speak with her. yuan. Don Michael, Leon, another darer come. Per. Pray do not know me, I am full of business. When I have more time I'll be merry with ye. It is the Woman : good Madam, tell me truly. Had you a Maid call'd Estifania ? Marg. Yes truly, had I. Per. Was she a Maid do you think ? Marg. I dare not swear for her. For she had but a scant Fame. Per. Was she your Kinswoman ? Marg. Not that I ever knew, now I look better I think you married her, 'give you joy. Sir, You may reclaim her, 'twas a wild young Girl. ' Per. Give me a halter : is not this house mine. Madam ? Was not she owner of it, pray speak truly ? Marg. No, certainly, I am sure my money paid for it, And I ne'r remember yet I gave it you. Sir. Per. The Hangings and the Plate too ? Marg. All are mine, Sir, And every thing you see about the building. She only kept my house when I was absent, And so ill kept it, I was weary of her. Sanch. What a Devil ails he ? Juan. He's possest I'll assure you. Per. Where is your Maid ? Marg. Do not you know that have her ? She is yours now, why should I look after her ? Since that first hour I came I never saw her. Per. I saw her later, would the Devil had had her. It is all true I find, a wild-fire take her. (wife. yuan. Is thy Wife with Child, Don Michael ? thy excellent Art thou a Man yet ? Alon%. When shall we come and visit thee ? (Orchards, Sanch. And eat some rare fruit ? thou hast admirable 207 RULE A WIFE, Act iv You are so jealous now, pox o' your jealousie, How scurvily you look ! Per. Prithee leave fooling, I am in no humour now to fool and prattle, Did she ne'r play the wag with you ? (keep her, Marg. Yes many times, so often that I was asham'd to But I forgave her, Sir, in hope she would mend still. And had not you o'th' instant married her, I had put her off. Per. I thank ye, I am blest still, Which way so e'r I turn I am a made man. Miserably guU'd beyond recovery. Juan. You'll stay and dine ? Per. Certain I cannot. Captain, Hark in thine ear, I am the arrantst Puppy, The miserablest Ass, but I must leave ye, I am in haste, in haste, bless you, good Madam, And you prove as good as my Wife. \Extt. Leon. Will you come near. Sir, will your Grace but honour And taste our dinner ? you are nobly welcome, (me, All anger's past I hope, and I shall serve ye. "Juan. Thou art the stock of men, and I admire thee. \Ex. ASlus Quartus. Scena Prima. Enter Perez. Per. I'll go to a Conjurer but I'll find this Pol-cat, This pilfering Whore : a plague of Vails, I cry. And covers for the impudence of Women, Their sanftity in show will deceive Devils, It is my evil Angel, let me bless me. Enter Estifania with a Casket. Eitif. 'Tis he, I am caUght, I must stand to it stoutly, And show no shake of fear, I see he is angry, Vext at the uttermost. Per. My worthy Wife, I have been looking of your modesty All the town over. 208 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE Estif. My most noble Husband, I am glad I have found ye, for in truth I am weary, Weary and lame with looking out your Lordship. Per. I have been in Bawdy Houses. Estif. I believe you, and very lately too. Per. 'Pray you pardon me. To seek your Ladyship, I have been in Cellars, In private Cellars, where the thirsty Bawds Hear your Confessions ; I have been at Plays, To look you out amongst the youthful Aftors, At Puppet Shews, you are Mistress of the motions, At Gossippings I hearkned after you, But amongst those Confusions of lewd Tongues There's no distinguishing beyond a Babel. I was amongst the Nuns because you sing well. But they say yours are Bawdy Songs, they mourn for ye. And last I went to Church to seek you out, 'Tis so long since you were there, they have forgot you. Estif. You have had a pretty progress, I'll tell mine now : To look you out, I went to twenty Taverns. Per. And are you sober ? Estif Yes, I reel not yet. Sir, Where I saw twenty drunk, most of 'em Souldiers, There I had great hope to find you disguis'd too. From hence to th' dicing-house, there I found (sticks, Quarrels needless, and senceless, Swords and Pots, and Candle- Tables and Stools, and all in one confusion. And no man knew his Friend. I left this Chaos, And to the Chirurgions went, he will'd me stay. For says he learnedly, if he be tipled, Twenty to one he whores, and then I hear of him. If he be mad, he quarrels, then he comes too. I sought ye where no safe thing would have ventur'd, Amongst diseases, base and vile, vile Women, For I remembred your old Roman axiom. The more the danger, still the more the Honour. Last, to your Confessor I came, who told me, You were too proud to pray, and here I have found ye. Per. She bears up bravely, and the Rogue is witty. But I shall dash it instantly to nothing, B.-F. III. 209 RULE A WIFE, Act iv Here leave we off our wanton languages, And now conclude we in a sharper tongue. Eitif. Why am I cozen'd ? Why am I abused ? Per. Thou most vile, base, abominable — Estif. Captain. Per. Thou stinking, overstew'd, poor, pocky — Eitif. Captain. Per. Do you echo me ? Estif. Yes Sir, and go before ye. And round about ye, why do you rail at me For that that was your own sin, your own knavery ? Per. And brave me too ? Eitif. You had best now draw your Sword, Captain ! Draw it upon a Woman, do, brave Captain, Upon your Wife, Oh most renowned Captain. Per. A Plague upon thee, answer me diredlly ; Why didst thou marry me ? Eitif. To be my Husband ; I had thought you had had infinite, but I'm cozen'd. Per. Why didst thou flatter me, and shew me wonders ? A house and riches, when they are but shadows. Shadows to me ? Estif Why did you work on me (It was but my part to requite you. Sir) With your strong Souldiers wit, and swore you would bring me So much in Chains, so much in Jewels, Husband, So much in right rich Cloaths ? Per. Thou hast 'em. Rascal ; I gave 'em to thy hands, my trunks and all, And thou hast open'd 'em, and sold my treasure. Estif. Sir, there's your treasure, sell it to a Tinker To mend old Kettles, is this noble Usage ? Let all the World view here the Captain's treasure, A Man would think now, these were worthy matters ; Here's a shooing-horn Chain gilt over, how it scenteth Worse than the mouldy durty heel .it served for : And here's another of a lesser value, So little I would shame to tye my Dog in't. These are my joynture, blush and save a labour, 210 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE Or these else will blush for ye. Per. A fire subtle ye, are ye so crafty ? E$ttf. Here's a goodly jewel, Did not you win this at Goletta, Captain, Or took it in the field from some brave Bashaw, How it sparkles like an old Ladies eyes, And fills each room with light like a close Lanthorn ! This would do rarely in an Abbey Window, To cozen Pilgrims. Per. P[r]ithee leave prating. Estif. And here's a Chain of Whitings eyes for pearls, A Muscle-monger would have made a better. Per. Nay, prithee wife, my Cloaths, my Cloaths. Estif. I'll tell ye, Your Cloaths are parallels to these, all counterfeit. Put these and them on, you are a Man of Copper, A kind of Candlestick ; these you thought, my Husband, To have cozen'd me withall, but I am quit with you. Per. Is there no house then, nor no grounds about it ? No plate nor hangings ? Estif. There are none, sweet Husband, Shadow for shadow is as equal justice. Can you rail now ? pray put up your fury. Sir, And speak great words, you are a Souldier, thunder. Per. I will speak little, I have plaid the Fool, And so I am rewarded. Estif. You have spoke well. Sir, And now I see you are so conformable I'll heighten you again, go to your house, They are packing to be gone, you must sup there, I'll meet ye, and bring Cloaths, and clean Shirts after. And all things shall be well, I'll colt you once more. And teach you to bring Copper. Per. Tell me one thing, I do beseech thee tell me, tell me truth, Wife, However I forgive thee, art thou honest ? The Beldam swore. Estif. I bid her tell you so, Sir, It was my plot, alas my credulous Husband, The Lady told you too, 02 211 RULE A WIFE, Act iv Per. Most strange things of thee. Estif. Still 'twas my way, and all to try your sufferance, And she denied the House. Per. She knew me not, No, nor no title that I had. Estif. 'Twas well carried ; No more, I am right and straight. Per. I would believe thee, But Heaven knows how my heart is, will ye follow me ? Estif. I'll be there straight. Per. I am fooled, yet dare not find it. [Exit Perez. Estif. Go silly Fool, thou mayst be a good Souldier In open field, but for our private service Thou art an Ass, I'll make thee so, or miss else. Enter Cacafogo. Here comes another Trout that I must tickle, And tickle daintily, I have lost my end else. May I crave your leave. Sir ? Caca. Prithee be answered, thou shalt crave no leave, I am in my meditations, do not vex me, A beaten thing, but this hour a most bruised thing, That people had compassion on it, looked so. The next Sir Palmerin, here's fine proportion, An Ass, and then an Elephant, sweet Justice, There's no way left to come at her now, no craving. If money could come near, yet I would pay him ; I have a mind to make him a huge Cuckold, And money may do much, a thousand Duckets, 'Tis but the letting blood of a rank Heir. Estif. 'Pray you hear me. Caca. I know thou hast some wedding Ring to pawn now, Of Silver and gilt, with a blind posie iri't. Love and a Mill-horse should go round together, Or thy Childs whistle, or thy Squirrels Chain, I'll none of 'em, I would she did but know me, Or would this Fellow had but use of money, That I mighl come in any way. Estif. I am gone. Sir, And I shall tell the beauty sent me to ye, 212 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE The Lady Margarita. Caca. Stay I prithee, What is thy will ? I turn me wholly to ye, And talk now till thy tongue ake, I will hear ye. Estif. She would entreat you. Sir, Caca. She shall command, Sir, Let it be so, I beseech thee, my sweet Gentlewoman, Do not forget thy self. Estif. She does command then This courtesie, because she knows you are noble. Cac. Your Mistress by the way ? Estif. My natural mistress, Upon these Jewels, Sir, they are fair and rich. And view 'em right. Caca. To doubt 'em is an heresie. Estif. A thousand Duckets, 'tis upon necessity Of present use, her husband, Sir, is stubborn. Caca. Long may he be so. (and person, Estif. She desires withal a better knowledge of your parts And when you please to do her so much honour. Caca. Come, let's dispatch. Estif. In troth I have heard her say. Sir, Of a fat man she has not seen a sweeter. But in this business. Sir. Cac. Let's do it first And then dispute, the Ladies use may long for't. Estif. All secrecy she would desire, she told me How wise you are. Cac. We are not wise to talk thus, Carry her the gold, I'le look her out a Jewel, Shall sparkle like her eyes, and thee another. Come prethee come, I long to serve thy Lady, Long monstrously, now valor I shall meet ye. You that dare Dukes. Estif. Green goose you are now in sippets. [Exeunt. Enter the Duke, Sanchio, Juan, Alonzo. Duke. He shall not have his will, I shall prevent him, I have a toy here that will turn the tide. And suddenly, and strangely, hear Don Juan, 213 RULE A WIFE, Act iv Do you present it to him. Juan. I am commanded. \Exit. Duke. A fellow founded out of Charity, And moulded to the height contemn his maker. Curb the free hand that fram'd him ? This must not be. 8anc. That such an oyster shell should hold a pearl, And of so rare a price in prison. Was she made to be the matter of her own undoing, To let a slovenly unweildy fellow. Unruly and self will'd, dispose her beauties ? We suffer all Sir in this sad Eclipse, She should shine where she might show like her self, An absolute sweetness, to comfort those admire her, And shed her beams upon her friends. We are guU'd all, And all the world will grumble at your patience, If she be ravish't thus. Duke. Ne'r fear it Sanchio, We'l have her free again, and move at Court In her clear orb : but one sweet handsomeness. To bless this part of Spain, and have that slubber'd? Alon. 'Tis every good mans cause, and we must stir in it. Duke. I'le warrant he shall be glad to please us, And glad to share too, we shall hear anon A new song from him, let's attend a little. [Exeunt. Enter Leon, and Juan, with a commission. Leon. Coronel, I am bound to you for this nobleness, I should have been your officer, 'tis true Sir, And a proud man I should have been to have serv'd you, 'T has pleas'd the King out of his boundless favours, To make me your companion, this commission Gives me a troop of horse. Juan. I do rejoyce at it. And am a glad man we shall gain your company, I am sure the King knows you are newly married, And out of that respeft gives you more time Sir. Leon. Within four dales I am gone, so he commands me, And 'tis not mannerly for me to argue it, The time grows shorter still, are your goods ready ? 214 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE yuan. They are aboard. Leon. Who waits there ? Enter Servant. Servant. Sir. Le. Do you hear ho, go carry this unto your Mistris Sir, And let her see how much the King has honour'd me, Bid her be lusty, she must make a Souldier. [Exit. Enter Lorenzo. Lorenzo, Sir, Go take down all the hangings, And pack up all my cloths, my plate and Jewels, And all the furniture that's portable, Sir when we lye in garrison, 'tis necessary We keep a handsom port, for the Kings honour ; And do you hear, let all your Ladies wardrobe Be safely plac'd in trunks, they must along too. Lor. Whither must they goe Sir ? Leon. To the wars, Lorenzo, And you and all, I will not leave a turn-spit. That has one dram of spleen against a Dutchman. Lor. Why then S' Jaques hey, you have made us ^11 Sir, And if we leave ye — does my Lady goe too? Leon. The stuff must goe to morrow towards the sea Sir, All, all must goe. Lor. Why Pedro, fiasco, Dego, Come help me, come come boys, soldadoes, comrades, We'l fley these beer-bellied rogues, come away quickly. yuan. H'as taken a brave way to save his honour, [Exit. And cross the Duke, now I shall love him dearly. By the life of credit thou art a noble Gentleman. Enter Margarita, led by two Ladies. Leon. Why how now wife, what, sick at my preferment i' This is not kindly done. Marg. No sooner love ye. Love ye intirely Sir, brought to consider The goodness of your mind and mine own duty. But lose you instantly, be divorc'd from ye ? 215 RULE A WIFE, Act iv This is a cruelty, I'le to the King And tell him 'tis unjust to part two souls, Two minds so nearly mixt. Leon. By no means sweet heart. Marg. If he were married but four daies as I am. Leon. He would hang himself the fifth, or fly his Country. Marg. He would make it treason for that tongue that But talk of war, or any thing to vex him, (durst You shall not goe. Leon. Indeed I must sweet wife, What shall I lose the King for a few kisses? We'l have enough. Marg. I'le to the Duke my cousin, he shall to th' King. Leon. He did me this great office, I thank his grace for't, should I pray him now. To undoe't again? fye 'twere a base discredit. Marg. Would I were able Sir to bear you company. How willing should I be then, and how merry ! I will not live alone. Leon. Be in peace, you shall not. \knock within. Mar. What knocking's this ? oh Heaven my head, why I thin[k] the war's begun i'th' house already. (rascals Leon. The preparation is, they are taking down, And packing up the hangings, plate and Jewels, And all those furnitures that shall befit me When I lye in garrison. Enter Coachman. Coachm. Must the Coach goe too Sir ? Leon. How will your Lady pass to th' sea else easily? We shall find shipping for't there to transport it. Marg. I goe ? alas ! Leon. I'le have a main care of ye, I know ye are sickly, he shall drive the easier. And all accommodation shall attend ye. Marg. Would I were able. Leon. Come I warrant ye, Am not I with ye sweet ? are her cloaths packt up, And all her linnen ? give your maids diredlion, You know my time's but short, and I am commanded. 2l6 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE Marg. Let me have a nurse, And all such necessary people with me, And an easie bark. Leon. It shall not trot I warrant ye, Curvet it may sometimes. Marg. I am with child Sir. Leon. At four days warning ? this is something speedy. Do you conceive as our jennets do with a west winde? My heir will be an arrant fleet one Lady, rie swear you were a maid when I first lay with ye. Mar, Pray do not swear, I thought I was a maid too, But we may both be cozen'd in that point Sir. Leon. In such a strait point sure I could not err Madam. yuan. This is another tenderness to try him. Fetch her up now. Mar. You must provide a cradle, and what a troubles that ? Leon. The sea shall rock it, 'Tis the best nurse ; 'twill roar and rock together, A swinging storm will sing you such a lullaby. Marg. Faith let me stay, I shall but shame ye Sir. Leon. And you were a thousand shames you shall along At home I am sure you'l prove a million, (with me, Every man carries the bundle of his sins Upon his own back, you are mine, I'le sweat for ye. Enter Duke, Alonzo, Sanchio. Duke. What Sir, preparing for your noble journey ? 'Tis well, and full of care. I saw your mind was wedded to the war. And knew you would prove some good man for your country. Therefore fair Cousin with your gentle pardon, I got this place : what, mourn at his advancement ? You are to blame, he will come again sweet cousin. Mean time like sad Penelope and sage. Amongst your maids at home, and huswifely. Leon. No Sir, I dare not leave her to that solitariness, She is young, and grief or ill news from those quarters May daily cross her, she shall goe along Sir. Duke. By no means Captain. Leon, By all means an't please ye. 217 RULE A WIFE, Act iv Duke. What take a young and tender bodied Lady, And expose her to those dangers, and those tumults, A sickly Lady too ? Leon. 'Twill make her well Sir, There's no such friend to health as wholsom travel. Sanch. Away it must not be. Alon. It ought not Sir, Go hurry her ? it is not humane. Captain. Duke. I cannot blame her tears, fright her with tempest?, With thunder of the war. I dare swear if she were able. Leon. She is most able. And pray ye swear not, she must goe, there's no remedy. Nor greatness, nor the trick you had to part us. Which I smell too rank, too open, too evident (And I must tell you Sir, 'tis most unnoble) Shall hinder me : had she but ten hours life. Nay less, but two hours, I would have her with me, I would not leave her fame to so much ruine. To such a desolation and discredit As her weakness and your hot will wou'd work her to. Enter Perez. What Masque is this now ? More tropes and figures, to abuse my sufferance. What cousin's this ? yuan. Michael van owle, how dost thou? In what dark barn or tod of aged Ivy Hast thou lyen hid ? Perez. Things must both ebbe and flow, Coronel, And people must conceal, and shine again. You are welcom hither as your friend may say. Gentleman, A pretty house ye see handsomely seated. Sweet and convenient walks, the waters crystal. Alon. He's certain mad. yuan. As mad as a French Tayler, That has nothing in's head but ends of fustians. Perez. I see you are packing now my gentle cousin. And my wife told me I should find it so, 'Tis true I do, you were merry when I was last here, 2i8 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE But 'twas your will to try my patience Madam. I am sorry that my swift occasions Can let you take your pleasure here no longer, Yet I would have you think my honour'd cousin, This house and all I have are all your servants. Leon. What house, what pleasifre Sir, what do you mean ? Perex. You hold the jest so stifF, 'twill prove discourteous, This house I mean, the pleasures of this place. Leon. And what of them ? Perez. They are mine Sir, and you know it. My wifes I mean, and so confer'd upon me. The hangings Sir I must entreat, your servants. That are so busie in their offices. Again to minister to their right uses, I shall take view o'th' plate anon, and furnitures That are of under place ; you are merry still cousin. And of a pleasant constitution, Men of great fortunes make their mirths at pladtum. Leon. Prethee good stubborn wife, tell me direftly. Good evil wife leave fooling and tell me honestly, Is this my kinsman ? Marg. I can tell ye nothing. Leon. I have many kinsmen, but so mad a one. And so phantastick — all the house ? Perez. All mine. And all within it. I will not bate ye an ace on't. Can you not receive a noble courtesie. And quietly and handsomely as ye ought Couz, But you must ride o'th' top on't ? Leon. Canst thou fight? Per. I'le tell ye presently, I could have done Sir. Leon. For ye must law and claw before ye get it. Juan. Away, no quarrels. Leon. Now I am more temperate, I'le have it prov'd if you were never yet in Bedlam, Never in love, for that's a lunacy, No great state left ye that you never lookt for. Nor cannot manage, that's a rank distemper ; That you were christen'd, and who answer'd for ye. And then I yield. 219 RULE A WIFE, Act iv Perez. H'as half perswaded me I was bred i'th' moon, I have ne'r a bush at my breech, are not we both mad, And is not this a phantastick house we are in. And all a dream we do ? will ye walk out Sir, And if I do not beat thee presently Into a sound belief, as sense can give thee, Brick me into that wall there for a chimny piece. And say I was one o'th' Casars, done by a seal-cutter. Leon. Tie talk no more, come we'l away immediatly. Marg. Why then the house is his, and all that's in it, I'le give away my skin but I'le undoe ye, I gave it to his wife, you must restore Sir, And make a new provision. (cousin, Perez. Am I mad now or am I christen'd, you my pagan My mighty Mahound kinsman, what quirk now ? You shall be welcom all, I hope to see Sir Your Grace here, and my couz, we are all Souldiers, And must do naturally for one another. Duke. Are ye blank at this ? then I must tell ye Sir, Ye have no command, now ye may goe at pleasure And ride your asse troop, 'twas a trick I us'd To try your jealousie upon entreatie. And saving of your wife. Leon. All this not moves me. Nor stirs my gall, nor alters my afFeftions, You have more furniture, more houses Lady, And rich ones too, I will make bold with those. And you have Land i'th' Indies as I take it. Thither we'l goe, and view a while those climats, Visit your Fadlors there, that may betray ye, 'Tis done, we must goe. Marg. Now thou art a brave Gentleman, And by this sacred light I love thee dearly. The house is none of yours, I did but jest Sir, Nor you are no couz of mine, I beseech ye vanish, I tell you plain, you have no more right than he Has, that senseless thing, your wife has once more fool'd ye : Goe ye and consider. Leon. Good morrow my sweet cousin, I should be glad Sir. Perez. By this hand she dies for't, 220 AcTv AND HAVE A WIFE Or any man that speaks for her. [Exit Perez. yuan. These are fine toyes. Marg. Let me request you stay but one poor month, You shall have a Commission and I'le goe too, Give me but will so far. Leon. Well I will try ye, Good morrow to your Grace, we have private business. Duke. If I 'miss thee again, I am an arrant bungler. yuan. Thou shalt have my command, and I'le march under Nay be thy boy before thou shalt be baffled, (thee. Thou art so brave a fellow. Alon. I have seen visions. [Exeunt. ASlus Quintus. Scena Prima. Enter Leon, with a letter, and Margarita. Leon. /""^Ome hither wife, do you know this hand? V_^ Marg. I do Sir, 'Tis Estifania, that was once my woman. Leon. She writes to me here, that one Cacafogo An usuring Jewellers son (I know the Rascal) Is mortally fain in love with ye. Marg. Is a monster, deliver me from mountains. Leon. Do you goe a birding for all sorts of people ? And this evening will come to ye and shew ye Jewels, And oflFers any thing to get access to ye. If I can make or sport or profit on him, (For he is fit for both) she bids me use him. And so I will, be you conformable, and follow but my will. Marg. I shall not fail. Sir. Leon. Will the Duke come again do you think ? Marg. No sure Sir, H'as now no policie to bring him hither. Leon. Nor bring you to him, if my wit hold fair wife : Let's in to dinner. [Exeunt. Enter Perez. Perez. Had I but lungs enough to bawl sufficiently. That all the queans in Christendom might hear me, 321 RULE A WIFE, Act v That men might run away from contagion, I had my wish ; would it were most high treason. Most infinite high, for any man to marry, I mean for any man that would live handsomely. And like a Gentleman, in his wits and credit. What torments shall I put her to, Phalaris bull now, Pox they love bulling too well, though they smoak for't. Cut her apieces ? every piece will live still, And every morsel of her will do mischief; They have so many lives, there's no hanging of 'em, They are too light to drown, they are cork and feathers; To burn too cold, they live like Salamanders; Under huge heaps of stones to bury her. And so depress her as they did the Giants; She will move under more than built old Babel, I must destroy her. Enter Cacafogo, with a Casket. Caca. Be cozen'd by a thing of clouts, a she moth. That every silkmans shop breeds ; to be cheated, And of a thousand duckets by a whim wham ? Perez. Who's that is cheated, sp^ak again thou vision. But art thou cheated ? minister some comfort : Tell me direftly art thou cheated bravely ? Come, prethee come, art thou so pure a coxcomb To be undone ? do not dissemble with me, Tell me I conjure thee. Caca. Then keep thy circle, For I am a spirit wild that flies about thee, And who e're thou art, if thou be'st humane, I'le let thee plainly know, I am cheated damnably. Perez. Ha, ha, ha. Caca. Dost thou laugh ? damnably, I say most damnably. Perez. By whom, good spirit speak, speak ha, ha, ha. Caca. I will utter, laugh till thy lungs crack, by a rascal A lewd, abominable, and plain woman. (woman. Dost thou laugh still ? Perez. I must laugh, prethee pardon me, I shall laugh terribly. Caca. I shall be angry, terrible angry, I have cause. 222 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE Perez. That's' it, and 'tis no reason but thou shouldst be Angry at heart, yet I must laugh still at thee. (angry, By a woman cheated ? art' sure it was a woman ? Caca. I shall break thy head, my valour itches at thee. Perez. It is no matter, by a woman cozen'd, A real woman ? Caca. A real Devil, Plague of her Jewels and her copper chains. How rank they smell. Per[ez]. Sweet cozen'd Sir let me see them, I have been cheated too, I would have you note that, And lewdly cheated, by a woman also, A scurvie woman, I am undone sweet Sir, Therefore I must have leave to [IJaugh. Caca. Pray ye take it, You are the merriest undone man in Europe. What need we fiddles, bawdy songs and sack. When our own miseries can make us merry ? Perez. Ha, ha, ha. vl have seen these Jewels, what a notable penniworth Have you had next your heart ? you will not take Sir Some twenty Duckets ? Caca. Thou art deceiv'd, I will take. Perez. To clear your bargain now. Caca. I'le take some ten, some any thing, some half ten, Half a Ducket. Perez. An excellent lapidary set these stones sure. Do you mark their waters ? Caca. Quick-sand choak their waters. And hers that bought 'em too, but I shall find her. Perez. And so shall I, I hope, but do not hurt her. You cannot find in all this Kingdom, (If you had need of cozening, as you may have. For such gross natures will desire it often, 'Tis at some time too a fine variety,) A woman that can cozen ye so neatly. She has taken half mine anger off with this trick. [^Exit. Caca. If I were valiant now, I would kill this fellow, I have mony enough lies by me at a pinch To pay for twenty Rascals lives that vex me, 223 RULE A WIFE, Act rie to this Lady, there I shall be satisfied. [Exit. - Enter Leon, and Margarita. Leon. Come, we'l away unto your country house, And there we'l learn to live contently. This place is full of charge, and full of hurry. No part of sweetness dwells about these cities. Marg. Whither you will, I wait upon your pleasure; Live in a hollow tree Sir, I'le live with ye. Leon. I, now you strike a harmony, a true one. When your obedience waits upon your Husband, And your sick will aims at the care of honour, Why now I dote upon ye, love ye dearly. And my rough nature falls like roaring streams, Clearly and sweetly into your embraces. O what a Jewel is a woman excellent, A wise, a vertuous and a noble woman ! When we meet such, we bear our stamps on both sides. And through the world we hold our currant virtues. Alone we are single medals, only faces. And wear our fortunes out in useless shadows. Command you now, and ease me of that trouble, I'le be as humble to you as a servant. Bid whom you please, invite your noble friends. They shall be welcome all, visit acquaintance, Goe at your pleasure, now experience Has link't you fast unto the chain of goodness : What noise is this, what dismal cry r Clashing sivords. Aery luithin, down ivitb their siuords. Marg. 'Tis loud too. Sure there's some mischief done i'th' street, look out there. Leon. Look out and help. Enter a Servant. Serv. Oh Sir the Duke Medina. Leon. What of the Duke Medina ? Serv. Oh sweet Gentleman, is almost slain. Mar. Away away and help him, all the house help. \Exit Servant. Leon. How slain ? .why Margarita., Why wife, sure some new device they have a foot again, 224 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE Some trick upon my credit, I shall meet it, I had rather guide a ship Imperial Alone, and in a storm, than rule one woman. Enter Duke, Margarita, Sanchio, Alonzo, Servant. Marg. How came ye hurt Sir ? Duke. I fell out with my friend the noble Coronel, My cause was naught, for 'twas about your honour : And he that wrongs the Innocent ne'r prospers. And he has left me thus for charity. Lend me a bed to ease my tortur'd body, That e're I perish I may show my penitence, I fear I am slain. Leon. Help Gentlemen to carry him. There shall be nothing in this house my Lord, But as your own. Duke. I thank ye noble Sir. Leon. To bed with him, and wife give your attendance. Enter Juan. Juan, Doftors and Surgions. Duke. Do not disquiet me, But let me take my leave in peace. [Ex. Duke, Sanchio, Alon. Marg. Servant. Leon. Afore me 'Tis rarely counterfeited. Juan. True, it is so Sir, And take you heed, this last blow do not spoil ye. He is not hurt, only we made a scuffle. As though we purpos'd anger; that same scratch On's hand he took, to colour all and draw compassion. That he might get into your house more cunningly. I must not stay, stand now, and y'are a brave fellow. Leon. I thank ye noble Coronel, and I honour ye. [Exit Never be quiet ? (Juan. Enter Margarita. Marg. He's most desperate ill Sir, I do not think these ten months will recover him. Leon. Does he hire my house to play the fool in, B.-F. III. p 225 RULE A WIFE, Act v Or does it stand on Fairy ground, we are haunted, Are all men and their wives troubled with dreams thus? Marg. What ail you Sir ? Leon, Nay what ail you sweet wife, To put these daily pastimes on my patience ? What dost thou see in me, that I should suffer thus, Have not I done my part like a true Husband, And paid some desperate debts you never look'd for ? Marg. You have done handsomely I must confess Sir. Leon. Have I not kept thee waking like a hawk i' And watcht thee with delights to satisfy thee ? The very tithes of which had won a Widow. Marg. Alas I pity ye. Leon. Thou wilt make me angry. Thou never saw'st me mad yet. Marg. You are alwaies, You carry a kind of bedlam still about ye. Leon. If thou pursuest me further I run stark mad. If you have more hurt Dukes or Gentlemen, To lye here on your cure, I shall be desperate, I know the trick, and you shall feel I know it. Are ye so hot that no hedge can contain ye ? rie have thee let blood in all the veins about thee, rie have thy thoughts found too, and have them open'd. Thy spirits purg'd, for those are they that fire ye, Thy maid shall be thy Mistris, thou the maid. And all those servile labours that she reach at. And goe through cheerfully, or else sleep empty, That maid shall lye by me to teach you duty. You in a pallet by to humble ye, And grieve for what you lose. Marg. I have lost my self Sir, And all that was my base self, disobedience, [kneels. My wantonness, my stubborness I have lost too. And now by that pure faith good wives are crown'd with, By your own nobleness. Enter Altea. Leon. 1 take ye up, and wear ye next my heart, See you be worth it. Now what with you ? 226 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE Altea. I come to tell my Lady, There is a fulsome fellow would fain speak with her. Leon. 'Tis Cacafogo^ goe and entertain him, And draw him on with hopes. Marg. I shall observe ye. Leon. I have. a rare design upon that Gentleman, And you must work too. Altea. I shall Sir most willingly. Leon. Away then both, and keep him close in some place From the Dukes sight, and keep the Duke in too. Make 'em believe both, I'le find time to cure 'em. [^Exeunt. Enter Perez, and Estifania, with a Pistol, and a Dagge[r]. Perez. Why how darst thou meet me again thou rebel. And knowst how thou hast used me thrice, thou rascal ? Were there not waies enough to fly my vengeance, No holes nor vaults to hide thee from my fury, But thou must meet me face to face to kill thee ? I would not seek thee to destroy thee willingly, But now thou comest to invite me, And comest upon me. How like a sheep-biting Rogue taken i'th' manner. And ready for the halter dost thou look now 1 Thou hast a hanging look thou scurvy thing, hast ne'r a knife Nor ever a string to lead thee to Elysium ? Be there no pitiftill 'Pothecaries in this town. That have compassion upon wretched women. And dare administer a dram of rats-bane, But thou must fall to me ? Estif. I know you have mercy. Per. If I had tuns of mercy thou deserv'st none. What new trick is now afoot, and what new houses Have you i'th' air, what orchards in apparition. What canst thou say for thy life ? Estif. Little or nothing, I know you'l kill me, and I know 'tis useless To beg for mercy, pray let me draw my book out, And pray a little. Perez. Do, a very little. For I have farther business than thy killing, p 2 227 RULE A WIFE, Act v I have mony yet to borrow, speak when you are ready. Estif. Now now Sir, now, [shews a Pistol. Come on, do you start off from me. Do you swear great Captain, have you seen a spirit ? Perez. Do you wear guns ? Estif. I am a Souldiers wife Sir, And by that priviledge I may be arm'd. Now what's the news, and let's discourse more friendly. And talk of our affairs in peace. Perez. Let me see, Prethee let me see thy gun, 'tis a very pretty one. Estif. No no Sir, you shall feel. Perez. Hold ye villain, what thine own Husband ? Estif. Let mine own Husband then Be in's own wits, there, there's a thousand duckets. Who must provide for you, and yet you'l kill me. Per. I will not hurt thee for ten thousand millio[n]s. Estif. When will you redeem your Jewels, I have pawn'd You see for what, we must keep touch. ('em, Perez. I'le kiss thee. And get as many more, I'le make thee famous. Had we the house now ! Estif. Come along with me. If that be vanish't there be more to hire Sir. Perez. I see I am an asse when thou art near me. Enter Leon, Margarita, and Altea, with a Taper. Leon. Is the fool come ? Altea. Yes and i'th' celler fast. And there he stales his good hour till I call him, He will make dainty "musick among the sack-butts, I have put him just,'Sir, under the Dukes chamber. Leon. It is the better. Altea. Has given me royally. And to my Lady a whole load of portigues. Leon. Better and better still, go Margarita, Now play your prize, you say you dare be honest, I'le put ye to your best. Marg. Secure your self Sir, give me the candle, 228 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE Pass away in silence. [Ex. Leon and Altea. She knocks. Duke. Who's there, oh oh. Marg. My Lord, Duke within. Have ye brought me comfort ? Marg. I have my Lord. Come forth 'tis I, come gently out I'le help ye. Enter Duke, in a gown. Come softly too, how do you ? Duke. Are there none here ? Let me look round; we cannot be too wary, [noise below. Oh let me bless this hour, are y^ou alone sweet friend ? Marg. Alone to comfort you. [Cacafogo makes Duke. What's that you tumble ? a noise below. I have heard a noise this half hour under me, A fearfull noise. Marg. The fat thing's mad i'th' celler, And stumbles from one hogs-head to another. Two cups more, and he ne'r shall find the way out. What do you fear ? come, sit down by me chearfully, My Husband's safe, how do your wounds ? Duke. I have none Lady, My wounds I counterfeited cunningly, [noise below. And feign'd the quarrel too, to injoy you sweet. Let's lose no time, heark the same noise again. Marg. What noise, why look ye pale ? I hear no stirring, This goblin in the vault will be so tipled. You are not well I know by your flying fancy, Your body's ill at ease, your wounds. Duke. I have none, I am as lusty and as full of health, High in my blood. Marg. Weak in your blood you would say, How wretched is my case, willing to please ye, And find you so disable ? Duke. Believe me Lady. Marg. I know you will venture all you have to satisfy me, Your life I know, but is it fit I spoil ye. Is it my love do you think ? Cacaf. below. Here's to the Duke. 229 RULE A WIFE, Act v Duke. It nam'd me certainly, I heard it plainly sound. Marg. You are hurt mortally, And fitter for your prayers Sir than pleasure, What starts you make ? I would not kiss you wantonly, For the world's wealth ; have I secur'd my Husband, And put all doubts aside to be deluded ? Cacaf. below. I come, I come. Duke. Heaven bless me. Marg. And bless us both, for sure this is the Devil, I plainly heard it now, he will come to fetch ye, A very spirit, for he spoke under ground. And spoke to you just as you would have snatcht me. You are a wicked man, and sure this haunts ye. Would you were out o'th' house. Duke. I would I were, O' that condition I had leapt a window. Marg. And that's the least leap if you mean to scape Sir, Why what a frantick man were you to come here. What a weak man to counterfeit deep wounds. To wound another deeper ! Duke. Are you honest then ? Marg. Yes then and now, and ever, and excellent honest. And exercise this pastime but to shew ye. Great men are fools sometimes as well as wretches. Would you were well hurt, with any hope of life. Cut to the brains, or run clean through the body, To get out quietly as you got in Sir, I wish it like a friend that loves ye dearly. For if my Husband take ye, and take ye thus a counterfeit, One that would clip his credit out of his honour. He must kill ye presently. There is no mercy nor an hour of pity, And for me to intreat in such an agony, Would shew me little better than one guilty. Have you any mind to a Lady now ? Duke. Would I were off fair. If ever Lady caught me in a trap more. Marg. If you be well and lusty, fy fy shake not. You say you love me, come, come bravely now, 230 Sc. I AND HAVE A WIFE Despise all danger, I am ready for ye. Duke. She mocks my misery, thou cruel Lady. Marg. Thou cruel Lord, wouldst thou betray my honesty, Betray it in mine own house, wrong my Husband, Like a night thief, thou darst not name by day-light ? Duke. I am most miserable. Marg. You are indeed. And like a foolish thing you have made your self so. Could not your own discretion tell ye Sir, When I was married I was none of yours ? Your eyes were then commanded to look off me. And I now stand in a circle and secure, Your spells nor power can never reach my body, Mark me but this, and then Sir be most miserable, 'Tis sacriledge ^o violate a wedlock, You rob two Temples, make your self twice guilty. You ruine, hers, and spot her noble Husbands. Du. Let me be gone, I'le never more attempt ye. Mar. You cannot goe, 'tis not in me to save ye, Dare ye do ill, and poorly then shrink under it ? Were I the Duke Medina, I would fight now, For you must fight and bravely, it concerns you. You do me double wrong if you sneak oflF Sir, And all the world would say I lov'd a coward. And you must dye too, for you will be kill'd. And leave your youth, your honour and your state. And all those dear delights you worship't here. [Noise Duke, The noise again ! below. Cacaf. below. Some small beer if you love me. Mar, The Devil haunts you sure, your sins are mighty. A drunken Devil too, to plague your villany. Duke. Preserve me but this once. Marg. There's a deep well In the next yard, if you dare venture drowning. It is but dea[t]h. Duke, I would not dye so wretchedly. Marg. Out of a garret window I'le let you down then, But say the rope be rotten, 'tis huge high too. Duke. Have you no mercy ? Marg. Now you are frighted throughly, 231 RULE A WIFE, Act v And find what 'tis to play the fool in folly, And see with clear eyes your detested folly, rie be your guard. Duke. And I'le be your true servant, Ever from this hour vertuously to love ye, Ghastly and modestly to look upon ye, And here I seal it. Marg. I may kiss a stranger, for you must now be so. Enter Leon, Juan, Alonzo, Sanchio. ' '/■' Leon. How do you my Lord, Me thinks you look but poorly on this matter. Has my wife wounded ye, you were well before, Pray Sir be comforted, I have forgot all, Truly forgiven too, wife you are a right one, And now with unknown nations I dare trust ye. yuan. No more feign'd fights my Lord, they never prosper. Leon. Who's this ? the Devil in the vault ? (studied it. Alt. 'Tis he Sir, and as lovingly drunk, as though he had Caca. Give me a cup of Sack, and kiss me Lady, Kiss my sweet face, and make thy Husband cuckold. An Ocean of sweet Sack, shall we speak treason ? Leon. He is Devilish drunk. Duke. I had thought he had been a Devil. He made as many noises and as horrible. Leon. Oh a true lover Sir will lament loudly. Which of the butts is your Mistris ? Caca. Butt in thy belly. (monstrous, Leon. There's two in thine I am sure, 'tis grown so Caca. Butt in thy face. Leon. Go carry him to sleep, A fools love should be drunk, he has paid well for't too. When he is sober let him out to rail. Or hang himself, there will be no loss of him. [^Exit Caca. and Servant. Enter Perez, and Estifania. Leon. Who's this ? my Mauhound cousin ? Per. Good Sir, 'tis very good, would I had a house too, For there is no talking in the open air, 232 Sc. 1 AND HAVE A WIFE My Tarmogant Couz, I would be bold to tell ye, I durst be merry too ; I tell you plainly, You have a pretty seat, you have the luck on't, A pretty Lady too, I have mist both. My Carpenter built in a mist I thank him, Do me the courtesie to let me see it, See it but once more. But I shall cry for anger. I'le hire a Chandlers shop close under ye, And for my foolerie, sell sope and vi^hip-cord, Nay if you do not laugh now and laugh heartily, You are a fool couz. Leon. I must laugh a little. And now I have done, couz thou shalt live with me. My merry couz, the world shall not divorce us. Thou art a valiant man, and thou shalt never want, Will this content thee ? Perez. I'le cry, and then I'le be thankfiill. Indeed I will, and I'le be honest to ye. I would live a swallow here I must confess. Wife I forgive thee all if thou be honest. At thy peril, I believe thee excellent. Estif. If I prove otherwaies, let me beg first, --Hold, this is yours, some recompence for service. Use it to nobler ends than he that gave it. Du. And this is yours, your true commission. Sir, Now you , are a Captain. Leon. You are a noble Prince Sir, And now a souldier. Gentleman, we all rejoyce in't. yuan. Sir, I shall wait upon you through all fortunes. Alon. And I. Altea. And I must needs attend my Mistris. Leon. Will you goe Sister ? Altea. Yes indeed good Brother, I have two ties, ■ mine own bloud. And my Mistris. Marg. Is she your Sister ? Leon. Yes indeed good wife, . The life and light of Rome, to a blind stranger, That honorable war ne'r taught a nobleness. Nor worthy circumstance shew'd what a man was, That never heard thy name sung, but in banquets ; And loose lascivious pleasures ? to a Boy, That had no faith to comprehend thy greatness. No study of thy life to know thy goodness ; And leave thy Nation, nay, thy noble friend, Leave him (distrusted) that in tears falls with thee ? (In soft relenting tears) hear me (great Pompey) (If thy great spirit can hear) I must task thee : Thou hast most unnobly rob'd me of my viftory. My love, and mercy. Ant. O how brave these tears shew ! How excellent is sorrow in an Enemy ! DoL Glory appears not greater than this goodness. Ciesar. Egyptians, dare you think your high Pyramides, Built to out-dare the Sun, as you suppose. Where your unworthy Kings lye rak'd in ashes, Are monuments fit for him i* no, (brood of Nilus) Nothing can cover his high fame, but Heaven ; No Pyramides set off his memories. But the eternal substance of his greatness To which I leave him : take the head away. And (with the body) give it noble burial. Your Earth shall now be bless'd to hold a Roman, Whose braverys all the worlds-Earth cannot ballance. See. If thou bee'st thus loving, I shall honour thee. But great men may dissemble, 'tis held possible. And be right glad of what they seem to weep for. There are such kind of Philosophers ; now do I wonder How he would look if Pompey were alive again. But how he would set his face ? Ctesar. You look now. King, And you that have been Agents in this glory, For our especial favour ? Ptol. We desire it. Ciesar. And doubtless you expeft rewards. 319 THE FALSE ONE Act ii Sceva. Let me give 'em : I'le give 'em such as nature never dreamt of, rie beat him and his Agents (in a morter) Into one man, and that one man I'le bake then. Casar. Peace : I forgive you all, that's recompence : You are young, and ignorant, that pleads your pardon, And fear it may be more than hate provok'd ye, Your Ministers, I must think, wranted judgment. And so they err'd : I am bountiful to think this ; Believe me most bountiful ; be you most thankful. That bounty share amongst ye : if I knewr What to send you for a present. King of Egypt, (I mean a head of equal reputation And that you lov'd) though it w^ere your brightest Sisters, (But her you hate) I would not be behind ye. Pto/. Hear me, (Great Casar.) Cces. I have heard too much. And study not w^ith smooth shews to invade My noble Mind as you have done my Conquest. Ye are poor and open : I must tell ye roundly. That Man that could not recompence the Benefits, The great and bounteous services of Pompey, Can never dote upon the Name of Casar ; Though I had hated Pompey, and allow'd his ruine, [I gave you no commission to performe it :] Hasty to please in Blood are seldome trusty ; And but 1 stand inviron'd with my Viilories, My Fortune never failing to befriend me. My noble strengths, and friends about my Person, I durst not try ye, nor expedl a Courtesie, Above the pious love you shew'd to Pompey. You have found me merciful in arguing with you ; Swords, Hangmen, Fires, Destruftions of all natures, Demolishments of Kingdoms, and whole Ruines Are wont to be my Orators ; turn to tears. You wretched and poor seeds of Sun-burnt Egypt, And now you have found the nature of a Conquerour, That you cannot decline with all your flatteries. That where the day gives light will be himself still, Know how to meet his Worth with humane Courtesies, 320 Sc. I THE FALSE ONE Go, and embalm those bones of that great Souldier ; Howl round about his Pile, fling on your Spices, Make a 8ahesan Bed, and place this Phoenix Where the hot Sun may emulate his Vertues, And draw another Pompey from his ashes Divinely great, and fix him 'mongst the Worthies. Ptol. We will do all. Ciss. You have rob'd him of those tears His Kindred and his Friends kept sacred for him ; The Virgins of their Funeral Lamentations : And that kind Earth that thought to cover him, (His Countries Earth) will cry out 'gainst your Cruelty, And weep unto the Ocean for revenge. Till Nilus raise his seven heads and devour ye ; My grief has stopt the rest : when Pompey liv'd He us'd you nobly, now he is dead use him so. \^Exit. Ptol. Now, where's your confidence ? your aim (Photinus) The Oracles, and fair Favours from the Conquerour You rung into mine Ears ? how stand I now ? You see the tempest of his stern displeasure. The death of him you urged a Sacrifice To stop his Rage, presaging a full ruine ; Where are your Counsels now ? Jcho. I told you. Sir, (And told the truth) what danger would flye after ; And though an Enemy, I satisfied you He was a Roman, and the top of Honour ; And howsoever this might please Great Casar, I told ye that the foulness of his Death, The impious baseness — Pbo. Peace, you are a Fool, Men of deep ends must tread as deep ways to 'em ; Casar I know is pleas'd, and for all his sorrows (Which are put on for forms and meer dissemblings) I am confident he's glad ; to have told ye so, And thank ye outwardly, had been too open, And taken from the Wisedom of a Conquerour. Be confident and proud ye have done this service ; Ye have deserv'd, and ye will find it highly : Make bold use of this benefit, and be sure B.-F. Ill, X 3^^ THE FALSE ONE Act ii You keep your Sister, (the high-soul'd Cleopatra) Both close and short enough, she may not see him ; The rest, if I may counsel, Sir — Ptol. Do all ; For in thy faithful service rests my safety. \^Exeunt. SCENE II. Enter Septimius. Sept. Here's a strange alteration in the Court ; Mens Faces are of other setts and motions. Their minds of subtler stuff; I pass by now As though I were a Rascal, no man knows me. No Eye looks after ; as I were a Plague Their doors shut close against me ; and I wondred at Because I have done a meritorious Murther ; Because I have pleas'd the Time, does the Time plague me ? I have known the day they would have hug'd me for it, For a less stroke than this have done me Reverence ; Open'd their Hearts and secret Closets to me. Their Purses, and their Pleasures, and bid me wallow. I now perceive the great Thieves eat the less. And the huge Leviathans of Villany Sup up the merits, nay the men and all That do them service, and spowt 'em out again Into the air, as thin and unregarded As drops of Water that are lost i'th' Ocean : I was lov'd once for swearing, and for drinking, And for other principal Qualities that became me, Now a foolish unthankful Murther has undone me, If my Lord Photinus be not merciful Enter Photinus. That set me on ; And he comes, now Fortune. Pho. Ctssars unthankfulness a little stirs me, A little frets my bloud ; take heed, proud Roman, Provoke me not, stir not mine anger farther ; I may find out a way unto thy life too, (Though arm'd in all thy Viftories) and seize it. A Conquerour has a heart, and I may hit it. Sept. May it please your Lordship .? 322 Sc. ri THE FALSE ONE Pho. O Septimiusl Sept. Your [Lordship] knows my wrongs. Pho. Wrongs ? Sept. Yes, my Lord, How the Captain of the Guard, Achillas, slights me. Pho. Think better of him, he has much befriended thee, Shew'd thee much love in taking the head from thee. The times are alter'd (Souldier) Ccesar^s angry, And our design to please him lost and perish'd ; Be glad thou art unnam'd, 'tis not worth the owning ; Yet, that thou maist be useful — Sept. Yes, my Lord, I shall be ready. Pho. For I may employ thee To take a rub or two out of my way. As time shall serve, say that it be a Brother ? Or a hard Father ? Sept. 'Tis most necessary, A Mother, or a Sister, or whom you please. Sir. Pho. Or to betray a noble Friend ? Sept. 'Tis all one. Pho. I know thou wilt stir for Gold. Sept. 'Tis all my motion. Pho. ^There, take that for thy service, and farewel ; I have greater business now. Sept. I am still your own, Sir. Pho. One thing I charge thee, see me no more, Septimius, Unless I send. '\_Exit. Sept. I shall observe your hour. So, this brings something in the mouth, some savour ; This is the Lord I serve, the Power I worship, '; My Friends, Allies, and here lies my Allegiance. Let People talk as they please of my rudeness, And shun me for my deed ; bring but this to 'em, (Let me be damn'd for blood) yet still I am honourable. This God creates new tongues, and new afFeftions ; And though I had kill'd my Father, give me Gold I'll make men swear I have done a pious Sacrifice ; Now I will out-brave all ; make all my Servants, And my brave deed shall be writ in Wine, for vertuous. [Exit. X2 323 THE FALSE ONE Act ii SCENE III. Enter Caesar, Antony, Dolabella, Sceva. Cas. Keep strong Guards, and with wary eyes (my friends) There is no trusting to these base Egyptians ; They that are false to pious benefits, And make compell'd necessities their faiths Are Traitors to the gods. Ant. We'll call ashore A Legion of the best. Cces. Not a Man, Antony, That were to shew our fears, and dim our greatness : No, 'tis enough my Name's ashore. ■ See. Too much too, A sleeping Ccesar is enough to shake them ; There are some two or three malicious Rascals Train'd up in 'Villany, besides that Cerberus That Roman Dog, that lick'd the blood of Pompey. DoL 'Tis strange, a Roman Souldier ? See. You are cozen'd. There be of us as be of all other Nations, Villains, and Knaves ; 'tis not the name contains him. But the obedience; when that's once forgotten, And Duty flung away, then welcome Devil. Photinus and Aehillas, and this Vermine That's now become a natural Crocodile Must be with care observ'd. Ant. And 'tis well counsel'd No Confidence, nor trust — See. I'll trust the Sea first. When with her hollow murmurs she invites me, And clutches in her storms, as politick Lions Conceal their Claws; I'll trust the Devil first. Ciss. Go to your rests, and follow your own Wisedoms, And leave me to my thoughts : pray no more complement, Once more strong Watches. Dol. All shall be observ'd, Sir. [Exit. Cas. I am dull and heavy, yet I cannot sleep. How happy was I in my lawful Wars, In Germany, and Gaul, and Britanny ! Sc. Ill THE FALSE ONE When every night with pleasure I set down What the day ministred ! The sleep came sweetly : But since I undertook this home-division, This civil War, and past the Rubicon ; What have I done that speaks an ancient Roman ? A good, great man ? I have enter'd Rome by force, And on her tender Womb (that gave me life) Let my insulting Souldiers rudely trample. The dear Veins of my Country I have open'd, And sail'd upon the torrents that flow'd from her. The bloody streams that in their confluence Carried before 'em thousand desolations; I rob'd the Treasury, and at one gripe Snatch'd all the wealth, so many worthy triumphs Plac'd there as sacred to the Peace of Rome; I raz'd Massilia, in my wanton anger: Petre'tus and Afranius I defeated : Pompey I overthrew : what did that get me ? The slubber'd Name of an authoriz'd Enemy. [Noise within. I hear some Noise; they are the Watches sure. What Friends have I ty'd fast by these ambitions ? Cato, the Lover of his Countries freedom, Is now past into Africk to affront me, Juba (that kill'd my friend) is up in Arms too; The Sons of Pompey are Masters of the Sea, And from the reliques of their scatter'd faftion, A new head's sprung ; Say I defeat all these too ; I come home crown'd an honourable Rebel. I hear the Noise still, and it still comes nearer; Are the Guards fast ? Who waits there ? Enter Sceva with a Packet, Cleopatra in it. See. Are ye awake Sir ? Cas. I'th' name of Wonder. See. Nay, I am a Porter, A strong one too, or else my sides would crack, Sir, And my sins were as weighty, I should scarce walk with 'em. Cas. What hast thou there ? See. Ask them which stay without. And brought it hither, your Presence I deny'd 'em, 325 THE FALSE ONE Act n And put 'em by; took up the load my self, They say 'tis rich, ^d valu'd at the Kingdome, I am sure 'tis heavy; if you like to see it You may : if not, I'll give it back. Cas. Stay Sceva, I would fain see it. See. I'll begin to work then ; No doubt, to flatter ye they have sent ye something. Of a rich value. Jewels, or some rich Treasure; May be a Rogue within to do a mischief; I pray you stand farther off, if there be villany. Better my danger first; he shall 'scape hard too, Ha ! what art thou ? Cas. Stand farther ofF, good Sceva, What heavenly Vision ! do I wake or slumber ? Farther off that hand. Friend. See. What Apparition ? What Spirit have I rais'd ? sure 'tis a Woman, She looks like one ; now she begins to move too : A tempting Devil, o' my life; go off, Casar, Bless thy self, off: a Bawd grown in mine old days ? Bawdry advanc'd upon my back ? 'tis noble : Sir, if you be a Souldier come no nearer. She is sent to dispossess you of your honour, A Spunge, a Spunge to wipe away your Viftories : And she would be cool'd, Sir, let the Souldiers trim her ! They'll give her that she came for, and dispatch her; Be loyal to your self. Thou damned Woman, Dost thou come hither with thy flourishes, Thy flaunts, and faces to abuse mens manners ? And am I made the instrument of Bawdry ? I'll find a Lover for ye, one that shall hug ye. Cas. Hold, on thy life, and be more temperate, Thou Beast. See. Thou Beast ? Cas. Could'st thou be so inhumane, So far from noble Men, to draw thy Weapon Upon a thing divine ? See. Divine, or humane. They are never better pleas'd, nor more at hearts ease, 326 Sc. Ill THE FALSE ONE Than when we draw with full intent upon 'em. Cess. Move this way (Lady) 'Pray ye let me speak to ye. See. And Woman, you had best stand. Cees. By the gods, But that I see her here, and hope her mortal, I should imagine some celestial sweetness, The treasure of soft love. See. Oh, this sounds mangily. Poorly, and scurvily in a Souldiers mouth : You had best be troubled with the Tooth-ach too, For Lovers ever are, and let your Nose drop That your celestial Beauty may befriend ye ; At these years do you learn to be fantastical ? After so many bloody fields, a Fool ? She brings her Bed along too, she'll lose no time. Carries her Litter to lye soft, do you see that ? Invites ye like a Gamester : note that impudence. For shame refledl upon your self, your honour. Look back into your noble parts, and blush : Let not the dear sweat of the hot Pharsalia, Mingle with base Embraces ; am I he That have receiv'd so many wounds for desar ? Upon my Target groves of darts still growing ? Have I endur'd all hungers, colds, distresses, And (as I had been bred that Iron that arm'd me) Stood out all weathers, now to curse my fortune ? To ban the blood I lost for such a General i" ^ Cessar. Offend no more : be gone. See. I will, and leave ye. Leave ye to womens wars, that will proclaim ye : You'l conquer Rome now, and the Capitol With Fans, and Looking-glasses, farewel Casar. Cleo. Now I am private Sir, I dare speak to ye: But thus low first, for as a God I honour ye. See. Lower you'l be anon. Casar. Away. See. And privater, For that you covet all. [Exit. Cessar. Tempt me no farther. THE FAi^bJi ONE Act ii Cleo. Contemn me not, because I kneel thus, Casar, I am a Queen, and coheir to this country, The Sister to the mighty Ptolomy, Yet one distress'd, that flyes unto thy justice. One that layes sacred hold on thy proteftion As on an holy Altar, to preserve me. Casar. Speak Queen of beauty, and stand up. C/eo. I dare not, 'Till I have found that favour in thine eyes, That godlike great humanity to help me. Thus, to thy knees must I grow (sacred Casar,) And if it be not in thy will, to right me. And raise me like a Queen from my sad ruines, If these soft tears cannot sink to thy pity, And waken with their murmurs thy compassions; Yet for thy nobleness, for vertues sake, And if thou beest a man, for despis'd beauty. For honourable conquest, which thou doat'st on. Let not those cankers of this flourishing Kingdom, Photinus, and Achillas, (the one an Eunuch, The other a base bondman) thus raign over me. Seize my inheritance, and leave my Brother Nothing of what he should be, but the Title, As thou art wonder of the world. Casar. Stand up then And be a Queen, this hand shall give it to ye. Or choose a greater name, worthy my bounty : A common love makes Queens : choose to be worshipped. To be divinely great, and I dare promise it ; A suitor of your sort, and blessed sweetness. That hath adventur'd thus to see great Casar, Must never be denied, you have found a patron That dare not in his private honour suffer So great a blemish to the Heaven of beauty : The God of love would clap his angry wings, And from his singing bow let flye those arrows Headed with burning griefs, and pining sorrows. Should I negleft your cause, would make me monstrous, To whom and to your service I devote me. 328 Sc. Ill THE FALSE ONE Enter Sceva. Cleo. He is my conquest now, and so I'le work him, The conquerour of the world will I lead captive. See. Still with this woman ? tilting still with Babies ? As you are honest think the Enemy, Some valiant Foe indeed now charging on ye : Ready to break your ranks, and fling these — Cissar. Hear me. But tell me true, if thou hadst such a treasure, (And as thou art a Souldier, do not flatter me) Such a bright gem, brought to thee, wouldst thou not Most greedily accept ? See. Not as an Emperour, A man that first should rule himself, then others ; As a poor hungry Souldier, I might bite. Sir, Yet that's a weakness too : hear me, thou Tempter : And hear thou Ccesar too, for it concerns thee, And if thy flesh be deaf, yet let thine honour. The soul of a commander, give ear to me, Thou wanton bane of war, thou guilded Lethargy, In whose embraces, ease (the rust of Arms) And pleasure, (that makes Souldiers poor) inhabites. Cissar. Fye, thou blasphem'st. See. I do, when she is a goddess. Thou melter of strong minds, dar'st thou presume To smother all his triumphs, with thy vanities. And tye him like a slave, to thy proud beauties ? To thy imperious looks ? that Kings have follow'd Proud of their chains ? have waited on ? I shame Sir. [Exit. Casar. Alas thou art rather mad : take thy rest Sceva, Thy duty makes thee erre, but I forgive thee : Go, go I say, shew me no disobedience : 'Tis well, farewel, the day will break dear Lady, My Souldiers will come in; please you retire. And think upon your servant. Cleo. Pray you Sir, know me. And what I am. Casar. The greater, I more love ye, And you must know me too. 329 THE FALSE ONE Act m Cleo. So far as modesty, And majesty gives leave Sir, ye are too violent. Cissar. You are too cold to my desires. Cleo. Swear to me, And by your self (for I hold that oath sacred) You vi^ill right me as a Queen — Casar. These lips be witness, And if I break that oath — Cleo. You make me blush Sir, And in that blush interpret me. Casar. I will do, Come let's go in, and blush again : this one word. You shall believe. Cleo. I must, you are a conquerour. [Exeunt. ASius 'Tertius. Scena Prima. Enter Ptolomy, Photinus. Pho. /-^ Ood Sir, but hear. V_T Ptol. No more, you have undone me, That, that I hourly fear'd, is fain upon me. And heavily, and deadly. Pho. Hear a remedy. Ptol. A remedy now the disease is ulcerous ? And has infefted all .'' your secure negligence Has broke through all the hopes I have, and ruin'd me : My Sister is with Casar, in his chamber. All night she has been with him ; and no doubt Much to her honour. Pho. Would that were the worst. Sir, That will repair it self: but I fear mainly, She has made her peace with Casar. Ptol. 'Tis most likely. And what am I then ? Pho. 'Plague upon that Rascal Jpollodlorjus, under whose command. Under whose eye — Enter Achillas. Ptol. Curse on you all, ye are wretches. 33° Sc. I THE FALSE ONE Pho. 'Twas providently done, Achillas. Achil. Pardon me. (watchful!. Pho. Your guards were rarely wise, and wondrous Achil. I could not help it, if my life had lain for't, Alas, who would suspeft a pack of bedding, Or a small Truss of houshold furniture ? And as they said, for Casars use : or who durst (Being for his private chamber) seek to stop it ? I was abus'd. Enter Achoreus. Jch. 'Tis no hour now for anger : No wisdom to debate with fruitless choler, Let us consider timely what we must do, Since she is flown to his protection, From whom we have no power to sever her. Nor force conditions — Ptol. Speak (good Achoreus) Ach. Let indireft and crooked counsels vanish. And straight, and fair direftions — Pho. Speak your mind Sir. Ach. Let us choose Ccesar, (and endear him to us,) An Arbitrator in all differences Betwixt you, and your Sister ; this is safe now : And will shew off, most honourable. Pho. Base, Most base and poor ; a servile, cold submission : Hear me, and pluck your hearts up, like stout Counsellours, Since we are sensible this Casar loathes us. And have begun our fortune with great Pompey, Be of my mind. Ach. 'Tis most uncomely spoken, And if I say most bloodily, I lye not : The law of hospitality it poysons. And calls the Gods in question that dwell in us. Be wise O King. Ptol. I will be: go my counsellour, To Cissar go, and do my humble service : i To my fair Sister my commends negotiate. And here I ratifie what e're thou treat'st on. THE FALSE ONE Act iii Ach. Crown'd with fair peace, I go. \^Exit. PtoL My love go with thee, And from my love go you, you cruel vipers : You shall know now I am no ward, Photinus. [Exit. Pho. This for our service ? Princes do their pleasures. And they that serve obey in all disgraces: The lowest we can fall to, is our graves, There we shall know no difFrence : heark Achillas, I may do something yet, when times are ripe, To tell this raw unthankfull King. Achil. Photinus, What e're it be I shall make one : and zealously : For better dye attempting something nobly. Than fall disgraced. Pho. Thou lov'st me and I thank thee. [Exeunt. SCENA II. Enter Antony, Dolabella, Sceva. Dol. Nay there's no rowsing him : he is bewitch'd sure. His noble blood curdled, and cold within him ; Grown now a womans warriour. See. And a tall one : Studies her fortifications, and her breaches, And how he may advance his ram to batter The Bullwork of her chastitie. Ant. Be not too angry, For by this light, the woman's a rare woman, A Lady of that catching youth, and beauty. That unmatch'd sweetness— Dol. But why should he be fool'd so ? Let her be what she will, why should his wisdom. His age, and honour — Ant. Say it were your own case, Or mine, or any mans, that has heat in him : 'Tis true at this time when he has no promise Of more security than his sword can cut through, I do not hold it so discreet : but a good face, Gentlemen, 332 Sc. II THE FALSE ONE And eyes that are the winningst Orators : A youth that opens like perpetual spring, And to all these, a tongue that can deliver The Oracles of Love — See. I w^ould you had her. With all her Oracles, and Miracles, She wrere fitter for your turn. Jnt. Would I had, Sceva, With all her faults too : let me alone to mend 'em, O'that condition I made thee mine heir. See. I had rather have your black horse, than your harlots. Dol. Casar writes Sonnetts now, the sound of war Is grown too boystrous for his mouth : he sighs too. See. And learns to fiddle most melodiously. And sings, 'twould make your ears prick up, to hear him Gent. Shortly she'l make him spin : and 'tis thought He will prove an admirable maker of Bonelace, And what a rare gift will that be in a General ! Ant. I would he could abstain. See. She is a witch sure. And works upon him with some damn'd inchantment. Dol. How cunning she will carry her behaviours. And set her countenance in a thousand postures. To catch her ends ! See. She will be sick, well, sullen. Merry, coy, over-joy'd, and seem to dye All in one half hour, to make an asse of him : I make no doubt she will be drunk too damnably. And in her drink will fight, then she fits him. Ant. That thou shouldst bring her in ! See. 'Twas my blind fortune. My Souldiers told me, by the weight 'twas wicked : Would I had carried Milo's Bull a furlong. When I brought in this Cow-Calf: he has advanced me From an old Souldier, to a bawd of memory : O, that the Sons of Pompey were behind him. The honour'd Cato, and fierce Juha with 'em. That they might whip him from his whore, and rowze him : TJiat their fierce Trumpets, from his wanton trances, Might shake him like an Earth-quake. 333 THE FALSE ONE Act iii Enter Septimius. Ant. What's this fellow ? Dol. Why, a brave fellow, if we judge men by their clothes. Ant. By my faith he is brave indeed : he's no commander ? See. Yes, he has a Roman face, he has been at fair wars And plenteous too, and rich, his Trappings shew it. Sep. And they will not know me now, they'l never know Who dare blush now at my acquaintance ? ha ? (me. Am I not totally a span-new Gallant, Fit for the choycest eyes ? have I not gold ? The friendship of the world ? if they shun me now (Though I were the arrantest rogue, as I am well forward) Mine own curse, and the Devils too light on me. Ant. Is't not Septimius ? See. Yes. Dol. He that kill'd Pompeyl See. The same Dog, Scab ; that guilded botch, that rascal. Dol. How glorious villany appears in Egypt ! Sep. Gallants, and Souldiers, sure they do admire me. See. Stand further off, thou stinkest. Sep. A likely matter : These Cloaths smell mustily, do they not. Gallants ? They stink, they stink, alas poor things, contemptible. By all the Gods in Egypt, the perfumes That went to trimming these cloathes, cost me — See. Thou stinkest still. Sep. The powdering of this head too — See. If thou hast it, rie tell thee all the Gumms in sweet Arabia Are not sufficient, were they burnt about thee, To purge the scent of a rank Rascal from thee. Ant. I smell him now: fie, how the Knave perfumes him. How strong he scents of Traitor ! Dol. You had an ill Millener, He laid too much of the Gum of Ingratitude Upon your Coat, you should have washt off that Sir, Fie, how it choaks ! too little of your loyaltie. Your honesty, your faith, that are pure Ambers ; I smell the rotten smell of a hired Coward, 334 Sc. II THE FALSE ONE A dead Dog is sweeter. Sep. Ye are merry Gentlemen, And by my troth, such harmless mirth takes me too. You speak like good blunt Souldiers ; and 'tis well enough : But did you live at Court, as I do. Gallants, You would refine, and learn an apter language; I have done ye simple service on your Pompey, You might have lookt him yet this brace of twelve months And hunted after him, like foundred Beagles, Had not this fortunate hand — Ant. He brags on't too: By the good Gods, rejoyces in't ; thou wretch Thou most contemptible Slave. See. Dog, mangy Mongrel, Thou murdring mischief, in the shape of Souldier To make all Souldiers hatefull ; thou disease That nothing but the Gallows can give ease to. — Dol. Thou art so impudent, that I admire thee. And know not what to say. Sep. I know your anger And why you prate thus : I have found your melancholy : Ye all want mony, and you are liberal Captains, And in this want will talk a little desperately : Here's gold, come share ; I love a brave Commander : And te libt peevish, do as Casar does: He's merry with his wench now, be you jovial. And let's all laugh and drink : would he have partners ? I do consider all your wants, and weigh 'em. He has the Mistris, you shall have the maids, I'le bring 'em to ye, to your arms. Jnt. I blush, All over me, I blush, and sweat to hear him : Upon my conscience, if my arms were on now Through them I should blush too : pray ye let's be walking. See. Yes, yes : but e're we goe, I'le leave this lesson, And let him study it : first Rogue, then Pander, Next Devil that will be ; get thee from mens presence. And where the name of Souldier has been heard of Be sure thou live not : to some hungry desert Where thou canst meet with nothing but thy conscience, 335 THE FALSE ONE Act m And that in all the shapes of all thy vill[anie]s Attend thee still, where bruit Beasts will abhor thee, And even the Sun will shame to give thee light, Goe hide thy head : or if thou think'st it fitter Goe hang thy self. Dol. Hark to that clause. See. And that speedily, That nature may be eas'd of such a Monster. [Exit. Sep. Yet all this moves not me : nor reflects on me : I keep my gold still, and my confidence. Their want of breeding makes these fellows murmur, Rude valors, so I let 'em pass ; rude honours : There is a wench yet, that I know, afFedls me And company for a King : a young plump villain. That when she sees this gold, she'l leap upon me. Enter Eros. And here she comes : I am sure of her at midnight, My pretty Eros welcom. Eros. I have business. Sep. Above my love, thou canst not. Eros. Yes indeed Sir, Far, far above. Sep. Why, why so coy ? 'pray ye tell me We are alone. Eros. I am much asham'd we are so. Sep. You want a new Gown now, & a handsom Petticoat, A Skarf, and some odd toyes : I have gold here ready. Thou shal[t] have any thing. Eros. I want your absence : Keep on your way, I care not for your company. Sep. How ? how ? you are very short : do you know me And what I have been to ye ? {Eros ? Eros. Yes I know ye : And I hope I shall forget ye: Whilst you were honest I lov'd ye too. Sep. Honest ? come prethee kiss me. Eros. I kiss no knaves, no Murderers, no Beasts, No base betrayers of those men that fed 'em, I hate their looks ; and though I may be wanton. Sc. II THE FALSE ONE I scorn to nourish it with bloody purchase, Purchase so foully got; I pray ye unhand me I had rather touch the plague, than one unworthy : Goe seek some Mistris that a horse may marry. And keep her company, she is too good for ye. [Exit. Sep. Marry this goes near; now I perceive I am hatefull, When this light stuff can distinguish, it grows dangerous, For mony, seldom they refuse a Leper : But sure I am more odious, more diseas'd too : Enter three lame Souldiers. It sits cold here ; what are these ? three poor Souldiers ? Both poor and lame : their misery may make 'em A little look upon me, and adore me, If these will keep me company, I am made yet. 1 Sol. The pleasure Casar sleeps in, makes us miserable. We are forgot, our maims and dangers laugh'd at ; He Banquets, and we beg. 2 Sol. He was not wont To let poor Souldiers that have spent their Fortunes, Their Bloods, and limbs, walk up and down like vagabonds. Sep. Save ye good Souldiers : good poor men, heaven help You have born the brunt of war, and shew the story, (ye : 1 SoJ. Some new commander sure. Sep. You look (my good friends) By your thin faces, as you would be Suitors. 2 Sol. To Casar, for our means, Sir. Sep. And 'tis fit Sir. 3 Sol. We are poor men, and long forgot. Sep. I grieve for it : Good Souldiers should have good rewards, and favours, I'le give up your petitions, for I pity ye. And freely speak to Casar. All. O we honour ye. 1 Sol. A good man sure ye are : the Gods preserve ye. Sep. And to relieve your wants the while, hold Soldiers, Nay 'tis no dream : 'tis good gold : take it freely, 'Twill keep ye in good heart. 2 Sol. Now goodness quit ye. Sep. I'le be a friend to your affliftions, B.-F. in. Y 337 THE FALSE ONE Act iii And eat, and drink with ye too, and we'l be merry : And every day I'le see ye. I Sol. You are a Souldier, And one sent from the Gods, I think. Sep. I'le cloth ye, Ye are lame, and then provide good lodging for ye : And at my Table, where no want shall meet ye. Enter Sceva. All. Was never such a man. 1 Sold. Dear honour'd Sir, Let us but know your name, that we may worship ye. 2 Sold. That we may ever thank. Sep. Why, call me any thing. No matter for my name, that may betray me. See. A cunning thief, call him Septimius, Souldiers, The villain that kill'd Pompey. All. How ? S\ce\ Call him the shame of men. \Exit. 1 Sold. O that this mony Were weight enough to break thy brains out : fling all : And fling our curses next : let them be mortal, Out bloody wolf, dost thou come guilded over. And painted with thy charitie, to poyson us ? 2 Sold. I know him now : may never Father own thee. But as a monstrous birth shun thy base memory : And if thou hadst a Mother (as I cannot Believe thou wert a natural Burden) let her womb Be curs'd of women for a bed of vipers. 3 Sol. Me thinks the ground shakes to devour this rascal, And the kind air turns into foggs and vapours, Infectious mists, to crown his villanies. Thou maist go wander, like a thing heaven hated. 1 Sold. And valiant minds hold poysonous to remember. The Hangman will not keep thee company, He has an honourable house to thine, No, not a thief though thou couldst save his life for't Will eat thy bread, nor one, for thirst starv'd, drink with 2 Sol. Thou art no company for an honest dog, (thee. And so we'l leave thee to a ditch (thy destiny.) \Exeunt. 338 Sc. Ill THE FALSE ONE Sep. Contemn'd of all ? and kickt too ? now I find it ; My valour's fled too, with mine honesty, For since I would be knave I must be Coward : This 'tis to be a Traitor, and betrayer. What a deformity dwells round about me ! How monstrous shews that man, that is ungratefull ! I am afraid the very beasts will tear me, Inspir'd with what I have done: the winds will blast me: , Now I am paid, and my reward dwells in me, -— The wages of my fadl, my soul's opprest ; Honest and noble minds, you find most rest. \^Exit. SCENA III. Enter Ptolomy, Achoreus, Photinus, Achillas. Ptol. I have commanded, and it shall be so, A preparation I have set o' foot, Worthy the friendship and the fame of Casar, My Sisters favours shall seem poor and wither'd : Nay she her self, (trim'd up in all her beautys) Compar'd to what I'le take his eyes withall. Shall be a dream. Pho. Do you mean to shew the glory. And wealth of Egypt ? Ptol. Yes : and in that lustre, Rome shall appear in all her famous Conquests, And all her riches of no note unto it. Ach. Now you are reconcil'd to your fair Sister, Take heed Sir, how you step into a danger : A danger of this precipice : but note Sir, For what Rome ever rais'd her mighty armies ; First for ambition, then for wealth : 'tis madness. Nay more, a secure impotence, to tempt An armed Guest: feed not an eye, that conquers. Nor teach a fortunate sword the way to be covetous. Ptol. Ye judge amiss, and far too wide to alter me, Yet all be ready, as I gave diredtion : The secret way of all our wealth appearing Newly, and handsomely : and all about it : No more disswading : 'tis my will. Y2 339 THE FALSE ONE Act m Ach. I grieve for't. Ptol. I will dazel Casar, with excess of glory. Pho. I fear you'I curse your will, we must obey ye. {Exit. SCENA IV. Enter Caesar, Antony, Dolabella, Sceva, above. Casar. I wonder at the glory of this Kingdom, And the most bounteous preparation, Still as I pass, they court me with. Sceva. rie tell ye : In Gaul, and Germany, we saw such visions. And stood not to admire 'em, but possess 'em : When they are ours, they are worth our admiration. Enter Cleopatra. Ant. The young Queen comes : give room. Casar. Welcom (my dearest) Come bless my side. Sceva. I marry : here's a wonder. As she appears now, I am no true Souldier, If I be not readie to recant. C/eo. Be merry Sir, My Brother will be proud to do you honour That now appears himself. Enter Ptolomy, Achoreus, Achillas, Photinus, Apollodorus. Pto. Haile to great Casar My Royal Guest, first I will feast thine eyes With wealthy Mgjpts store, and then thy palate, And wait my self upon thee. [Treasure brought in, Casar. What rich Service ! What mines of treasure ! Cleo. My Ctssar, What do you admire ? pray ye turn, and let me talk to ye. Have ye forgot me Siri how, a new objeft ? Am I grown old o'th' sudden, Casar ? Casar. Tell me From whence comes all . this wealth ? Cleo. Is your eye that way .'' 340 Sc. IV THE FALSE ONE And all my Beauties banisht ? Ptol. rie tell thee Casar, We owe for all this wealth to the old Nilus : We need no dropping rain to cheer the husband-man, Nor Merchant that ploughs up the Sea, to seek us ; Within the wealthy womb of reverent Nilus, All this is nourish'd : who to do thee honour, Comes to discover his seven Deities, (His conceal'd heads) unto thee : see with pleasure. Ctssar. The matchless wealth of this Land ! Cleo. Come, ye shall hear me. Casar. Away : let me imagine. Cleo. How ? frown on me ? The eyes of Casar wrapt in storms ? Casar. I am sorry : But let me think — Muskk, SONG. Enter Isis, and three Labourers. I Sis, the Goddess of this Land, Bids thee (great Casarj understand And mark our Customes, and first know. With greedy eyes these watch the flow Of plenteous Nilus; when he comes. With Songs, with Daunces, Timbrels, Drums They entertain him, cut his way. And give his proud Heads leave to play : Nilus himself shall rise, and show His matchless wealth in Over-flow. Labourers SONG. COme let us help the reverend Nile, He's very old (alas the while) Let us dig him easie wayes, And prepare a thousand Playes : To delight his streams let's sing A loud welcom to our Spring. This way let his curling Heads Fall into our new made Beds. 341 THE FALSE ONE Act iii This way let his wanton spawns. Frisk, and glide it d're the Lawns. This way profit comes, and gain : How he tumbles here amain ! How his waters haste to fall Into our Channels ! Labour all And let him in : Let Nilus flow, And perpetuall plenty show. With Incense let us bless the brim. And as the wanton fishes swim. Let us Gums, and Garlands fling. And loud our Timbrels ring. Come (old Father) come away. Our labour is our holy day. Isis. T T Ere comes the aged River now Hi, (1,5.3 J. \_'^JVith Garlands of great Pearl, his Brow Begirt and rounded: In his Flow All things take life ; and all things grow. A thousand wealthy Treasures still. To do him service at his will Follow his rising Flood, and pour Perpetuall blessings in our store. Hear him : and next there will advance. His sacred Heads to tread a Dance, In honour of my Royal Guest, Mark them too : and you have a Feast. Cleo. A little dross betray me ? Ccssar. I am asham'd I warr'd at home, (my friends) When such wealth may be got abroad : what honour ? \' Nay everlasting glory had Rome purchas'd, Had she a just cause but to visit Mgypt ? l>lilus SONG, and Dance. MAke room for my rich waters fall, and bless my Flood, Nilus comes flowing, to you all encrease and good. Now the Plants and Flowers shall spring. And the merry Plough-man sing 342 Act IV THE FALSE ONE In my bidden waves I bring Bread, and wine, and every thing. Let the Damselh sing me in : Sing aloud that I may rise : Tour holy Feasts and hours begin, And each hand bring a Sacrifice. Now my wanton Pearls I show That to Ladies fair necks grow. N-ow my gold And treasures that can ne''re be told. Shall bless this Land, by my rich Flow, And after this, -to crown your Eyes, My hidden holy head arise. /***' #.< y Kt^Jt UA/iiut,^ 9 9 Cissar. The wonder of this wealth so troubles me, '~ ~ I am not well : good-night. .^:^ See. I am glad ye. have it : Now we shall stir again. Ptol. Thou wealth, still haunt him. See. A greedy spirit set thee on : we are happy. Ptol. Lights : lights for Casar, and attendance. Cleo. Well, I shall yet find a time to tell thee Ccesar, Thou hast wrong'd her Love : the rest here. Ptol. Lights along still : Musick, and Sacrifice to sleep for Casar. [^Exeunt. ASius Quartus. Scena Prima. Enter Ptolomy, Photinus, Achillas, Achoreus. Ach. T Told ye carefully, what this would prove to, \_ What this inestimable wealth and glory Would draw upon ye : I advis'd your Majesty Never to tempt a Conquering Guest : nor add A bait, to catch a mind, bent by his Trade To make the whole world his. Pho. I was not heard Sir : Or what I said, lost, and contemn'd : I dare say, (And freshly now) 'twas a poor weakness in ye, A glorious Chil(iishness : I watch'd his eye, 343 THE FALSE ONE Act iv And saw how Faulcon-like it towr'd, and flew Upon the wealthy Quarry : how round it mark'd it : I observ'd his words, and to what it tended ; How greedily he ask'd from whence it came, And what Commerce we held for such abundance : The shew of Nilus, how he laboured at To find the secret wayes the Song delivered. Jch. He never smil'd, I noted, at the pleasures. But fixt his constant eyes upon the treasure ; I do not think his ears had so much leisure After the wealth appear'd, to hear the Musique ? Most sure he has not slept since, his mind's troubled With obje6ls that would make their own still labour. Pho. Your Sister he ne're gaz'd on : that's a main note, The prime beauty of the world had no power over him. Jch. Where was his mind the whilst ? Pho. Where was your carefulness To shew an armed thief the way to rob ye ? Nay, would you give him this, 'twill excite him To seek the rest. Ambition feels no gift. Nor knows no bounds, indeed ye have done most weakly. Ptol. Can I be too kind to my noble friend ? Pho. To be unkind unto your noble self, but savours Of indiscretion, and your friend has found it. Had ye been train'd up in the wants and miseries A souldier marches through, and known his temperance In ofFer'd courtesies, you would have made A wiser Master of your own, and stronger. Pto/. Why, should I give him all, he would return it : 'Tis more to him, to make Kings. Pho. Pray be wiser. And trust not with your lost wealth, your lov'd liberty. To be a King still at your own discretion Is like a King ; to be at his, a vassail. Now take good counsel, or no more take to ye The freedom of a Prince. Achil. 'Twill be too late else : For, since the Masque, he sent three of his Captains (Ambitious as himself) to view again The glory of your wealth. 344 Sc. 11 THE FALSE ONE Pho. The next himself comes, Not staying for your courtesie, and takes it. PtoL What counsel, my Achoreus ? Ach. I'le goe pray Sir, (For that is best counsel now) the gods may help ye. \^Ex. Pho. I found ye out a way but 'twas not credited, A most secure way : whither will ye flye now ? (follow. Achil. For when your wealth is gone, your power must Pho. And that diminisht also, what's your life worth ? Who would regard it 1 PtoL You say true. Achil. What eye Will look upon King Ptolomy .^ if they do look, It must be in scorn : For a poor King is a monster ; What ear remember ye .'' 'twill be then a courtesie (A noble one) to take your life too from ye : But if reserv'd, you stand to fill a viftory. As who knows Conquerours minds ? though outwardly They bear fair streams. O Sir, does this not shake ye i' If to be honyed on to these affliftions — PtoL I never will : I was a Fool. Pho. For then Sir Your Countreys cause falls with ye too, and fettcr'd : All ^gypt shall be plough'd up with dishonour. PtoL No more : I am sensible : and now my spirit Burns hot within me. AchiL Keep it warm and fiery. Pho. And last be counsel'd. PtoL I will, though I perish. Pho. Goe in ; we'l tell you all : and then we'l execute. [Exeunt. SCENA II. Enter Cleopatra, Arsino, Eros. Ars. You are so impatient. Cleo. Have I not cause ? Women of common Beauties, and low Births, 345 THE FALSE ONE Act iv When they are slighted, are allow'd their angers, Why should not I (a Princess) make him know The baseness of his usage ? Ars. Yes : 'tis fit : But then again you know what man. Cleo. He is no man : ' The shadow of a Greatness hangs upon him, And not the vertue : he is no Conquerour, H'as sufFer'd under the base dross of Nature : Poorly delivered up his power to wealth, (The god of bed-rid men) taught his eyes treason Against the truth of love : he has rais'd rebellion : Defi'd his holy flames. Eros. He will fall back again, And satisfie your Grace. Cleo. Had I been old, Or blasted in my bud, he might have shew'd Some shadow of dislike : But, to prefer The lustre of a little art, Arsino, And the poor glow-worm light of some faint Jewels, -Before the life of Love, and soul of Beauty, Oh how it vexes me ! he is no Souldier, (All honourable Souldiers are Loves servants) He is a Merchant ; a meer wandring Merchant, Servile to gain : he trades for poor Commodities, And makes his Conquests, thefts ; some fortunate Captains That quarter with him, and are truly valiant. Have flung the name of happy Casar on him. Himself ne're won it : he is so base and covetous, He'l sell his sword for gold. Ars. This is too bitter. Cleo. Oh I could curse my self, that was so foolish. So fondly childish to believe his tongue. His promising tongue, e're I could catch his temper, I had trash enough to have cloy'd his eyes withal. His covetous eyes ; such as I scorn to tread on : Richer than e're he saw yet, and more tempting ; * Had I known he had stoop'd at that, I had sav'd mine honour, I had been happy still : but let him take it, And let him brag how poorly I am rewarded : 346 Sc. 11 THE FALSE ONE Let him goe conquer still weak wretched Ladies : Love has his angry Quiver too, his deadly, And when he finds scorn, armed at the strongest : I am a fool to fret thus, for a fool : An old blind fool too : I lose my health ? I will not : I will not cry : I will not honour him With tears diviner than the gods he worships : I will not take the pains to curse a poor thing. Eros. Doe not : you shall not need. Cleo. Would I were prisoner To one I hate, that I might anger him, I will love any man, to break the heart of him : Any, that has the heart and will to kill him. Ars. Take some fair truce. Cleo. I will goe study mischief. And put a look on, arm'd with all my cunnings. Shall meet him like a Basilisque, and strike him : Love, put destroying flames into mine eyes, Into my smiles, deceits, that I may torture him. That I may make him love to death, and laugh at him. Enter Apollodorus. Ap. Ccssar commends his Service to your Grace. Cleo. His service ? what's his service ? Eros. Pray ye be patient. The noble Casar loves still. Cleo. What's his will ? Ap. He craves access unto your Highness. Cleo. No : Say no : I will have none to trouble me. Ars. Good Sister. Cleo. None I say : I will be private. Would thou hadst flung me into Nilus, keeper, When first thou gav'st - consent, to bring my body To this unthankfull Casar. Ap. 'Twas your -will. Madam, Nay more, your charge upon me, as I honoured ye : You know what danger I endured. Cleo. Take this, And carry it to that Lordly Casar sent thee : 347 THE FALSE ONE Act iv There's a new Love, a handsom one, a rich one : One that will hug his mind : bid him make love to it : Tell the ambitious Broker, this will suffer — Enter Caesar. Ap. He enters. Cleo. How ? Casar. I do not use to wait, Lady, Where I am, all the dores are free, and open. Cleo. I ghess so, by your rudeness. Casar. Ye are not angry ? Things of your tender mold, should be most gentle ; Why do you frown ? good gods, what a set-anger Have you forc'd into your face ! Come, I must temper ye : What a coy smile was there, and a disdainfull ! How like an ominous flash it broke out from ye ! Defend me. Love, Sweet, who has anger'd ye ? Cleo. Shew him a glass ; that false face has betrai'd me : That base heart wrought me — Casar. Be more sweetly angry ; I wrong'd ye fair ? Cleo. Away with your foul flatteries : They are too gross : but that I dare be angry, And with as great a god as desar is, To shew how poorly I respeft his memory, I would not speak to ye. Casar. Pray ye undoe this riddle, And tell me how I have vext ye ? Cleo. Let me think first Whether I may put on a Patience That will with honour suffer me : know, I hate ye, Let that begin the story : Now I'le tell ye. Casar. But do it milder : In a noble Lady, Softness of spirit, and a sober nature, That moves like summer winds, cool, and blows sweetness ; Shews blessed like her self. Cleo. And that great blessedness You first reap'd of me : till you taught my nature Like a rude storm to talk aloud, and thunder. Sleep was not gentler than my soul, and stiller ; 348 Sc. II THE FALSE ONE You had the Spring of my afFeftions : And my fair fruits I gave you leave to taste of: You must expeft the wrinter of mine anger : You flung me off, before the Court disgrac'd me, When in the pride I appear'd of all my beauty, Appear'd your Mistress ; took into your eyes The common-strumpet love of hated lucre. Courted with covetous heart, the slave of nature. Gave all your thoughts to gold, that men of glory, And minds adorn'd with noble love, would kick at : Souldiers of royal mark, scorn such base purchase : Beauty and honour are the marks they shoot at ; ^ I spake to ye then ; I courted ye, and woo'd ye : Call'd ye dear Casar, hung about ye tenderly : Was proud to appear your friend. Casar. You have mistaken me. Cleo. But neither Eye, nor Favour, not a Smile Was I blessed back with ; but shook off rudely. And, as ye had been sold to sordid infamy. You fell before the Images of treasure. And in your soul you worship'd: I stood slighted. Forgotten and contemn'd ; my soft embraces. And those sweet kisses you call'd Elyzium, As letters writ in sand, no more remembred : The name and glory of your Cleopatra Laugh'd at, and made a story to your Captains, Shall I endure ? Casar. You are deceiv'd in all this. Upon my life you are, 'tis your much tenderness. Cleo. No, no, I love not that way ; you are cozen'd : I love with as much ambition as a Conquerour, And where I love, will triumph. Ccesar. So you shall: My heart shall be the Chariot that shall bear ye, All I have won shall wait upon ye: By the gods The bravery of this womans mind, has fired me: Dear Mistress shall I but this night? — Cleo, How Cissarl Have I let slip a second vanity That gives thee hope ? 349 THE FALSE ONE Act iv Cceiar. You shall be absolute, And Reign alone as Queen : you shall be any thing. Cko. Make me a maid again, and then I'le hear thee ; Examine all thy art of War, to do that ; And if thou find'st it possible, I'le love thee : Till when, farewel, unthankfuU. Casar. Stay. Cko. I will not. Casar. I command. Cleo. Command, and goe without. Sir. I do command thee be my slave for ever. And vex while I laugh at thee. Ceesar. Thus low, beauty. Cleo. It is too late ; when I have found thee absolute. The man that Fame reports thee, and to me, May be I shall think better. Farewel Conquerour. [Exit. Casar. She mocks me too : I will enjoy her Beauty : I will not be deni'd ; I'le force my longing. Love is best pleas' d, when roundly we compel him. And as he is Imperious, so will I be. Stay fool, and be advis'd : that dulls the appetite, Takes off the strength and sweetness of delight. By Heaven she is a miracle, I must use A handsom way to win : how now ; what fear Dwells in your faces ? you look all distrafted. Enter Sceva, Anthony, Dolabella. Sceva. If it be fear, 'tis fear of your undoing. Not of our selves: fear of your poor declining: Our lives and deaths are equall benefits. And we make louder prayers to dye nobly. Than to live high, and wantonly : whilst you are secure here, And offer Hecatombs of lazie kisses To the lewd god of love, and cowardize. And most lasci[v]iously dye in delights. You are begirt with the fierce Alexandrians. Dol. The spawn of Egypt flow about your Palace, Arm'd all: and ready to assault. Ant. Led on By the false and base Photinus and his Ministers ; 350 Sc. II THE FALSE ONE No stirring out ; no peeping through a loop-hole, But straight saluted with an armed Dart. See. No parley: they are deaf to all but danger, They swear they will flay us, and then dry our Quarters: A rasher of a salt lover, is such a Shooing-horn : Can you kiss away this conspiracy, and set us free ? Or will the Giant god of love fight for ye ? Will his fierce war-like bow kill a Cock-sparrow ? Bring out the Lady, she can quel this mutiny: And with her powerfull looks strike awe into them : She can destroy, and build again the City, Your Goddesses have mighty gifts: shew 'em her fair brests. The impregnable Bulworks of proud Love, and let 'em Begin their battery there : she will laugh at 'em ; They are not above a hundred thousand, Sir. A mist, a mist, that when her Eyes break out, Her powerfull radiant eyes, and shake their flashes, Will flye before her heats. Ccesar. Begirt with Villains ? S\ce\. They come to play you, and your Love a Huntsup. You were told what this same whorson wenching, long agoe would You are taken napping now : has not a Souldier, (come to : A time to kiss his friend, and a time to consider, But he must lye still digging, like a Pioneer, Making of mines, and burying of his honour there ? 'Twere good you would think — Dol. And time too, or you will find else A harder task, than Courting a coy Beauty. Ant. Look out and then believe. See. No, no, hang danger: Take me provoking broth, and then goe to her: Goe to your Love, and let her feel your valour ; Charge her whole body, when the sword's in your throat (Sir,) You may cry, Casar, and see if that will help ye. Casar. I'le be my self again, and meet their furies, -^ Meet, and consume their mischiefs: make some shift, Sceva, To recover the Fleet, and bring me up two Legions, And you shall see me, how I'le break like thunder Amongst these beds of slimy Eeles, and scatter 'em. See. Now ye speak sense I'le put my life to the hazard. THE FALSE ONE Act iv Before I goe, No more of this warm Lady, She will spoil your sword-hand. Ciesar. Goe : come, let's to Counsel How to prevent, and then to execute. SCENA III. Enter Souldiers. 1 Sold. Did ye see this Penitence ? 2 Sold. Yes : I saw, and heard it. 3 Sold. And I too: look'd upon him, and obserr'd it. He's the strangest Septimius now — 1 Sold. I heard he was altered. And had given away his Gold to honest uses : Cry'd monstrously. 2 Sold. He cryes abundantly: He is blind almost with weeping. 3 Sold. 'Tis most wonderful! That a hard hearted man, and an old Souldier Should have so much kind moisture : when his Mother dy'd He laugh'd aloud, and made the wickedst Ballads — 1 Sold. 'Tis like enough : he never lov'd his Parents ; Nor can I blame him, for they ne'r lov'd him. His Mother dream'd before she was deliver'd That she was brought abed with a Buzzard, and ever after She whistl'd him up to th' world : his brave clothes too He has flung away, and goes like one of us now: Walks with his hands in's pockets, poor and sorrowfull. And gives the best instrudlions. — 2 Sold. And tells stories Of honest and good people that were honour'd. And how they were remembred : and runs mad If he but hear of any ungratefull person, A bloudy, or betraying man — 3 Sold. If it be possible That an Arch-Villain may ever be recovered. This penitent Rascal will put hard : 'twere worth our labour To see him once again. 352 Sc. Ill THE FALSE ONE Enter Septimius. I Sold. He spares us that labour, For here he comes. Sep. — Bless ye my honest friends, Bless ye from base unworthy men ; come not near me. For I am yet too taking for your company. 1 Sold. Did I not tell ye ? 2 Sold. What book's that .? 1 Sold. No doubt Some excellent Salve for a sore heart : are you Septimius, that base knave, that betray'd Pompey ? Sep. I wras, and am ; unless your honest thoughts Will look upon my penitence, and save me, I must be ever Villain : O good Souldiers You that have Roman hearts, take heed of falsehood : Take heed of blood ; take heed of foul ingratitude. The Gods have scarce a mercy for those mischiefs. Take heed of pride, 'twas that that brought me to it. 2 Sol. This fellow would make a rare speech at the gallows. [3] Sol. 'Tis very fit he were hang'd to edifie us : Sep. Let all your thoughts be humble, and obedient. Love your Commanders, honour them that feed ye: Pray, that ye may be strong in honesty As in the use of arms ; Labour, and diligently To keep your hearts from ease, and her base issues. Pride, and ambitious wantonness, those spoil'd me. Rather lose all your limbs, than the least honesty. You are never lame indeed, till loss of credit Benumb ye through : Scarrs, and those maims of honour Are memorable crutches, that shall bear When you are dead, your noble names to Eternity. 1 Sol. I cry. 2 Sol. And so do L 3 Sol. An excellent villain. 1 Sol. A more sweet pious knave I never heard yet. 2 Sol. He was happie he was Rascal, to come to this. Enter Achoreus. Who's this? a Priest? Sep. O stay, most holy Sir! B.-F. III. z 353 THE FALSE ONE Act iv And by the Gods of Egypt, I conjure ye, (/i/j, and great Osiris) pity me, Pity a leaden man, and tell me truly With what most humble Sacrifice I may Wash ofF my sin, and appease the powers that hate me ? Take from my heart those thousand thousand furies, That restless gnaw upon my life, and save me. Orestes bloody hands fell on his Mother, Yet, at the holy altar he was pardon'd. Jch. Orestes out of madness did his murther. And therefore he found grace : thou (worst of all men) Out of cold blood, and hope of gain, base lucre, Slew'st thine own Feeder : come not near the altar. Nor with thy reeking hands pollute the Sacrifice, Thou art markt for shame eternal. [Exit. Sep. Look all on me. And let me be a story left to time Of blood and Infamy, how base and ugly Ingratitude appears, with all her profits, How monstrous my hop'd grace, at Court ! good souldiers Let neither flattery, nor the witching sound Of high and soft preferment, touch your goodness : To be valiant, old, and honest, O what blessedness — 1 Sold. Dost thou want any thing ? Sep. Nothing but your prayers. 2 Sol. Be thus, and let the blind Priest do his worst. We have gods as well as they, and they will hear us. 3 Sol. Come, cry no more : thou hast wep't out twenty (Pompeys. Enter Photinus, Achillas. Pho. So penitent ? Achil. It seems so. Pho. Yet for all this We must employ him. I Sol. These are the arm'd Souldier leaders : Away : and let's toth' Fort, we shall be snapt else. [Exeunt. Pho. How now .? why thus ? what cause of this dejedlion ? Achil. Why dost thou weep ? Sep. Pray leave me, you have ruin'd me, 354 Sc. Ill THE FALSE ONE You have made me a famous Villain. Pho. Does that touch thee ? Jchil. He will be hard to win: he feels his lewdness. Pho. He must be won, or we shall want our right hand. This fellow dares, and knows, and must be heartned. Art thou so poor to blench at what thou hast done ? Is Conscience a comrade for an old Soldier ? Achil. It is not that : it may be some disgrace That he takes heavily; and would be cherish'd, Septimius ever scorn'd to shew such weakness. Sep. Let me alone ; I am not for your purpose, I am now a new man. Pho. We have new affairs for thee. Those that would raise thy head. Sep. I would 'twere oiF, And in your bellies for the love you bear me. rie be no more Knave : I have stings enough Already in my breast. Pho. Thou shalt be noble : And who dares think then that thou art not honest ? Achil. Thou shalt command in Chief, all our strong Forces And if thou serv'st an use, must not all justifie it ? S\e'\p. I am Rogue enough. Pho. Thou wilt be more, and baser : A poor Rogue is all Rogues : open to all shames : Nothing to shadow him : dost thou think crying Can keep thee from the censure of the Multitude ? Or to be kneeling at the altar save thee ? 'Tis poor and servile: Wert thou thine own Sacrifice 'Twould seem so low, people would spit the fire out. Achil. Keep thy self glorious still, though ne're so stain'd. And that will lessen it, if not work it out. To goe complaining thus, and thus repenting Like a poor Girl that had betrai'd her maide[n]-head — Sep. rie stop mine ears. Achil. Will shew so in a Souldier, So simply, and so ridiculously, so tamely — Pho. If people would believe thee, 'twere some honesty, And for thy penitence would not laugh at thee Z2 355 THE FALSE ONE Act iv (As sure they will) and beat thee for thy poverty: If they would allow thy foolery, there were some hope. Sep. My foolery ? Pho. Nay, more than that, thy misery, Thy monstrous misery. J[c]hil. He begins to hearken : Thy misery so great, men will not bury thee. Sep. That this were true ! Pho. Why does this conquering dssar Labour through the worlds deep Seas of toyls and troubles. Dangers, and desperate hopes ? to repent afterwards ? Why does he slaughter thousands in a Battel, And whip his Country with the sword ? to cry for't ? Thou killd'st great Pompey; he'l kill all his kindred. And justifie it : nay raise up Trophies to it. When thou hear'st him repent, (he's held most holy too) And cry for doing daily bloody murthers, Take thou example, and go ask forgiveness, Call up the thing thou nam'st thy conscience. And let it work : then 'twill seem well Septimius. Sep. He does all this. Achil. Yes : and is honbur'd for it ; Nay call'd the honour'd Casar, so maist thou be : Thou wert born as near a Crown as he. Sep. He was poor. Pho. And desperate bloody tricks got him this credit. Sep. I am afraid you will once more — Pho. Help to raise thee: Off with thy pining black, it dulls a Souldier, And put on resolution like a man, A noble Fate waits on thee. Sep. I now feel My self returning Rascal speedily. O that I had the power — Achil. Thou shalt have all : And do all through thy power, men shall admire thee. And the vices of Septimius shall turn vertues. Sep. Off: off: thou must off: off my cowardize, Puling repentance off. Pho. Now thou speakst nobly. 356 Act V THE FALSE ONE Sep. Off my dejedted looks : and welcom impudence : My daring shall be Deity, to save me : Give me instrudlions, and pvit aftion on me : A glorious cause upon my swords point, Gentlemen, A nd let my writ, and valour work : you will raise me, And make me out-dare all my miseries ? Pho. All this, and all thy wishes. Sep. Use me then. Womanish fear farewell : I'le never melt more. Lead on, to some great thing, to wake my spirit : I cut the Cedar Pompey, and I'le fell This huge Oak C^sar too. Pho. Now thou singst sweetly : And Ptolomy shall crown thee for thy service. Jchil. He's well wrought : put him on apace for cooling. [Exeunt. ASius Quintus. Scena Prima. Enter Caesar, Antony, Dolabella. Ant. 'T~*HE tumult still encreases. _1_ Casar. O my fortune ! My lustfiill folly rather ! but 'tis well, And worthily I am made a bondsmans prey. That after all my glorious viftories. In which I pass'd so many Seas of dangers. When all the Elements conspir'd against me. Would yield up the dominion of this head To any mortal power : so blind and stupid. To trust these base Egyptians, that proclaim'd Their perjuries, in noble Pompeys death. And yet that could not warn me. Dol. Be still Casar, Who ever lov'd to exercise his fate. Where danger look't most dreadful. Ant. If you fall, Fall not alone : let the King and his Sister Be buried in your ruines : on my life They both are guilty : reason may assure you 357 THE FALSE ONE Act v Photinus nor Achillas durst attempt you, Or shake one Dart, or sword, aim'd at your safety, Without their warrant. Ccssar. For the young King I know not How he may be misled ; but for his Sister (Unequall'd Cleopatra) 'twere a kind Of blasphemy to doubt her : ugly treason Durst never dwell in such a glorious building, Nor can so clear and great a spirit, as hers is, Admit of falsehood. Ant. Let us seize on him then : And leave her to her fortune. Dol. If he have power Use it to your security, and let His honesty acquit him : if he be false It is too great an honour he should dye By your victorious hand. Ceesar. He comes : and I Shall do as I find cause. Enter Ptolomy, Achoreus, ApoUodorus. Ptol. Let not great Casar Impute the breach of hospitality. To you (my guest) to me ; I am contemn'd, And my rebellious subjefts lift their hands Against my head: and would they aim'd no farther, Provided that I fell a sacrifice To gain you safety : that this is not feign'd, The boldness of my innocence may confirm you: Had I been privy to their bloody plot, I now had led them on, and given fair gloss To their bad cause, by being present with them : But I that yet taste of the punishment, In being false to Pompey, will not make A second fault to Ceesar uncompel'd With such as have not yet shook off obedience, I yield my self to you, and will take part In all your dangers. Casar. This pleads your excuse. And I receive it. 358 Sc. II THE FALSE ONE Ach. If they have any touch Of justice, or religion, I will use The authority of our Gods, to call them back From their bad purpose. Apo. This part of the palace Is yet defensible : we may make it good, Till your powers rescue us. Cesiar. Ccesar besieff'd \ O stam to my great adions : 'twas my custom, An Army routed, as my feet had wings To be first in the chase : nor walls, nor Bulworks Could guard those that escap'd the Battels fury From this strong Arm ; and I to be enclos'd ? My heart ! my heart ! but 'tis necessity. To which the Gods must yield, and I obey, 'Till I redeem it by some glorious way. \Exeunt. SCENA II. Enter Photinus, Achillas, Septimius, Souldiers. Pho. There's no retiring now, we are broke in : The deed past hope of pardon : if we prosper 'Twill be stil'd lawful!, and we shall give laws To those that now command us : stop not at Or loyalty, or duty : bold ambition. To dare and power to do, gave the first difference Between the King, and subje6l, Casars Motto, Aut Ccesar aut Nihil, each of us must claim, And use it as our own. Achil. The deed is bloody If we conclude in Ptolomies death. Pho. The better, The globe of Empire must be so manur'd. Sep. Rome, that from Romulus first took her name. Had her walls water'd with a Crimson showr Drain'd from a Brothers heart : nor was she rais'd To this prodigious height, that overlooks Three full parts of the Earth, that pay her tribute, But by enlarging of her [njarrow bounds By the Sack of Neighbour Cities, not made hers 359 THE FALSE ONE Act v Till they were Cemented with the Blood of those That did possess 'em : Cissar, Ptolomy, (Now I am steel'd) to me are empty names Esteem'd as Pompeys was. Pho. Well said Septimius, Thou now art right again. Jchil. But what course take we For the Princess Cleopatra ? Pho. Let her live Awhile to make us sport : she shall authorize Our undertakings to the ignorant people, As if what we do were by her command : But our triumvirat Government once confirm'd, She bears her Brother company, that's my Province : Leave me to work her. Achil. I will undertake For Ptolomy. Sep. Cissar shall be my task. And as in Pompey I began a name rie perfedl it in Casar. Enter (above) Caesar, Ptolomy, Achoreus, Apollodorus, Antony, Dolabella. Pho. 'Tis resolv'd then, We'll force our passage. Achil. See, they do appear As they desir'd a Parley. Pho. I am proud yet I have brought 'em to capitulate. Ptol. Now, Photinus ? Pho. Now, Ptolomy} Ptol. No addition ? Pho. We are equal. Though Casars name were put into the scale. In which our worth is weigh'd. Ciss. Presumptuous Villain, Upon what grounds hast thou presum'd to raise Thy servile hand against the King, or me. That have a greater name ? Pho. On those, by which 360 Sc. 11 THE FALSE ONE Thou didst presume to pass the Rubicon '- Against the Laws of Rome ; and at the name Of Traitor smile ; as thou didst when Marcellus, The Consul, with the Senates full consent Pronounc'd thee for an Enemy to thy Country, Yet thou wentst on, and thy rebellious Cause Was crown'd with fair success : Why should we fear then ? Think on that, desar. Cas. O the gods ! be brav'd thus. And be compell'd to bear this from a Slave That would not brook Great Pompey his Superiour ? Achil. Thy glories now have toucht the highest point, And must descend. Pho. Despair, and think we stand The Champions of Rome, to wreak her wrongs, Upon whose liberty thou hast set thy foot. Sept. And that the Ghosts of all those noble Romans That by thy Sword fell in this Civil War Expeft revenge. Ant. Dar'st thou speak, and remember There was a Pompey 'i Pho. There is no hope to 'scape us : If that against the odds we have upon you You dare come forth, and fight, receive the honour To dye like Romans, if ye faint, resolve To starve like Wretches ; I disdain to change Another syllable with you. \_Exeunt. Ant. Let us dye nobly ; And rather fall upon each others Sword Than come into these Villains hands. Cess. That Fortune, Which to this hour hath been a Friend to Casar, Though for a while she cloath her Brow with frowns, Will smile again upon me : who will pay her, Or sacrifice, or Vows, if she forsake Her best of works in me ? or suffer him. Whom with a strong hand she hath led triumphant Through the whole western world, and Rome acknowledg'd Her Soveraign Lord, to end in-gloriously A life admir'd by all ? The threatned danger 361 THE FALSE ONE Act V Must by a way more- horrid be avoided, And I will run the hazard ; Fire the Palace, And the rich Magazines that neighbour it, In which the Wealth of Egypt is contain'd: Start not, it shall be so ; that while the people Labour in quenching the ensuing flames, Like Casar, with this handful of my friends Through Fire, and Swords I force a passage to My conquering Legions. King, if thou dar'd follow Where Qxsar leads, or live or dye a Free-man ; If not, stay here a Bond-man to thy Slave, And dead, be thought unworthy of a Grave. [Exeunt. SCENE in. Enter Septimius. Sept. I feel my resolution melts again And that I am not Knave alone, but fool, In all my purposes. The Devil, PhotinuSy Employs me as a Property, and grown useless Will shake me off again ; he told me so When I kill'd Pompey ; nor can I hope better. When Cissar is dispatch'd ; Services done For such as only study their own ends, Too great to be rewarded, are return'd With deadly hate ; I learn'd this Principle In his own School, yet still he fools me, well ; And yet he trusts me : Since I in my nature Was fashion'd to be false, wherefore should I That kill'd my General, and a Roman, one To whom I ow'd all nourishments of life. Be true to an Egyptian ? To save Ceesar, And turn Phottnus's plots on his own head, As it is in my power, redeem my credit. And live to lye and swear again in fashion, Oh, 'twere a master-piece ! ha ! — me Casar, How's he got ofF? 362 Sc. Ill THE FALSE ONE Enter Caesar, Ptolomy, Antony, Dolabella, Achoreus, ApoUodorus, Souldiers. Cees. The fire has took. And shews the City like a second Troy^ The Navy too is scorch'd, the people greedy To save their Wealth and Houses, whilst their Souldiers Make spoil of all ; only Achillas'?, Troops Make good their Guard, break through them, we are safe ; I'll lead you like a Thunder-bolt. Sept. Stay, Casar. Cess. Who's this ? the Dog, Septimius ? Ant. Cut his throat. Dot. You bark'd but now, fawn you so soon ? Sept. O hear me. What I'll deliver is for Casars safety. For all your good. Ant. Good from a mouth like thine, (days ! That never belch'd but blasphemy, and treason on Festival Sept. I am an altered man, altered indeed. And will give you cause to say I am a Roman. Dol. Rogue, I grant thee. Sept. Trust me, I'll make the passage smooth, and easie For your escape. Ant. I'll trust the Devil sooner. And make a safer Bargain. Sept. I am trusted With all Photinus\ secrets. Ant. There's no doubt then Thou wilt be false. Sept. Still to be true to you. Dol. And very likely. Ciss. Be brief, the means i' Sept. Thus, Casar, To me alone, but bound by terrible oaths Not to discover it, he hath reveal'd A dismal Vault, whose dreadful mouth does open A mile beyond the City : in this Cave Lye but two hours conceal'd. Ant. If you believe him. THE FALSE ONE Act v He'll bury us alive. Dol. I'll flye in the Air first. Sept. Then in the dead of night I'll bring you back Into a private room, where you shall find Photinus, and Achillas, and the rest Of their Commanders close at Council. C(es. Good, wrhat follows ? Sept. Fall me fairly on their throats. Their heads cut off and shorn, the multitude Will easily disperse. Cas. O Devil ! away with him ; Nor true to Friend nor Enemy ? Casar scorns To find his safety, or revenge his wrongs So base a way ; or owe the means of life To such a leprous Traytor. I have towr'd For Vidtory like a Faulcon in the Clouds, Nor dig'd for't like a Mole ; our Swords and Cause Make way for us, and that it may appear We took a noble Course, and hate base Treason, Some Souldiers that would merit Casar's, favour. Hang him on yonder Turret, and then follow ^The lane this Sword makes for you. [Exit. ^^ Sold. Here's a Belt, Though I dye for it I'll use it. 2 Sold. 'Tis too good To truss a Cur in. Sept. Save me, here's Gold. 1 Sold. If Rome Were offered for thy ransom, it could not help thee. 2 Sold. Hang not an arse. I Sold. Goad him on with thy Sword ; Thou dost deserve a worser end, and may All such conclude so, that their friends betray. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Enter (severally) Arsino, Eros, Cleopatra. Ars. We are lost. Eros. Undone. Ars. Confusion, Fire, and Swords, 364 Sc. IV THE FALSE ONE And fury in the Souldiers face more horrid Circle us round. Eros. The Kings Command they laugh at, And jeer at desars threats. jirs. My Brother seiz'd on By the Roman, as thought guilty of the tumult, And forc'd to bear him company, as marlc'd out For his protection or revenge. Eros. They have broke Into my Cabinet ; my Trunks are ransack'd. Jrs. I have lost my jewels too : but that's the least : The barbarous Rascals, against all humanity, Or sense of pity, have kill'd my little Dog, And broke my Monkeys Chain. Eros. They rifled me : But that I could endure, would they proceed no further. j^rs. O my Sister ! Eros. My Queen, my Mistress ! Jrs. Can you stand unmov'd When the Earth-quake of Rebellion shakes the City, And the Court trembles? C/eo. Yes, Arsino, And with a Masculine Constancy deride Fortunes worst malice, as a Servant to My Vertues, not a Mistress; then we forsake The strong Fort of our selves, when we once yield, Or shrink at her assaults ; I am still my self. And though disrob'd of Soveraignty, and ravish'd Of ceremonious duty, that attends it, Nay, grant they had slav'd my Body, my free mind ■< Like to the Palm-tree walling fruitful Nile, Shall grow up straighter and enlarge it self 'Spight of the envious weight that loads it with : Think of thy Birth (^Arsino) common burdens Fit common Shoulders ; teach the multitude By suffering nobly what they fear to touch at ; The greatness of thy mind does soar a pitch. Their dim eyes (darkened by their narrow souls) Cannot arrive at. Ars. I am new created, 365 THE FALSE ONE Act v And owe this second being to you (best Sister) For now I feel you have infus'd into me Part of your fortitude. Ems. I still am fearful ; I dare not tell a lie; you that were born Daughters and Sisters unto Kings, may nourish Great thoughts, which I, that am your humble handmaid Must not presume to rival. C/eo. Yet (my Ems) Though thou hast profited nothing by observing The whole course of my life, learn in my death. Though not to equal, yet to imitate Thy fearless Mistress. Enter Photinus. Eros. O, a man in Arms ! His_ Weapon drawn to o-? C/eo. Though upon the point Death sate, I'll meet it, and outdare the danger. Pho. Keep the Watch strong, and guard the passage sure That leads unto the Sea. Cleo. What Sea of rudeness Breaks in upon us ? or what Subjedts Breath Dare raise a storm, when we command a calm ? Are Duty and Obedience fled to Heaven ? And in their room ambition and pride Sent into Egypt .? That Face speaks thee, Photinus, A thing thy Mother brought into the World ; My Brother's and my Slave : but thy behaviour, Oppos'd to that, an insolent intruder Upon that Soveraignty thou shouldst bow to. If in the Gulph of base ingratitude, All loyalty to Ptolomy the King Be swallowed up, remember who I am, Whose Daughter and whose Sister ; or suppose That is forgot too ; let the name of Casar Which Nations quake at, stop the desperate madness From running headlong on to thy Confusion. Throw from thee quickly those rebellious Arms, And let me read submission in thine Eyes ; 366 Sc. IV THE FALSE ONE Thy wrongs to us we will not only pardon, But be a ready advocate to plead for thee To Cessar, and my Brother. Pf>o. Plead my Pardon ? To you I bow, but scorn as much to stoop thus To Ptolomy or Casar, Nay, the gods, As to put off the figure of a man, And change my Essence with a sensual Beast ; All my designs, my counsels, and dark ends Were aim'd to purchase you. Cleo. How durst thou, being The scorn of baseness, nourish such a thought ? Pho. They that have power are royal ; and those base That live at the devotion of another. What birth gave Ptolomy, or fortune Casar, By Engines fashion'd in this Protean Anvil I have made mine ; and only stoop at you. Whom I would still preserve free to command me ; For desar's frowns, they are below my thoughts. And but in these fair Eyes I still have read The story of a supream Monarchy, To which all hearts with mine gladly pay tribute, Photinus's Name had long since been as great As Ptolomies e'r was, or Casars is, This made me as a weaker tye to unloose The knot of Loyalty, that chain'd my freedom. And slight the fear that Casars threats might cause, That I and they might see no Sun appear But Cleopatra in the Egyptian Sphear. Cleo. O Giant-like Ambition ! marryed to Cymmerian darkness ! inconsiderate Fool, (Though flatter'd with self-love) could'st thou believe. Were all Crowns on the Earth made into one. And that (by Kings) set on thy head ; all Scepters, Within thy grasp, and laid down at my feet, I would vouchsafe a kiss to a no-man ? A guelded Eunuch ? Pho. Fairest, that makes for me, And shews it is no sensual appetite, But true love to the greatness of thy Spirit, 367 THE FALSE ONE Act v That when that you are mine shall yield me pleasures, Hymen, though blessing a new married Pair Shall blush to think on, and our certain issue, The glorious splendor of dread Majesty, Whose beams shall dazel Rome, and aw the world. My wants in that kind others shall supply. And I give way to it. Cleo. Baser than thy Birth ; Can there be gods, and hear this, and no thunder Ram thee into the Earth ? Pho. They are asleep. And cannot hear thee ; Or with open Eyes, Did Jove look on us, I would laugh and swear That his artillery is cloy'd by me : Or if that they have power to hurt, his Bolts Are in my hand. Cleo. Most impious ! Pho. They are dreams, Religious Fools shake at : yet to assure thee, If Nemesis, that scourges pride and scorn. Be any thing but a name, she lives in me ; For by my self (an oath to me more dreadful Than Stix is to your gods) weak Ptolomy dead. And Casar (both being in my toil) remov'd. The poorest Rascals that are in my Camp Shall in my presence quench their lustful heat In thee, and young Arsino, while I laugh To hear you howl in vain : I deride those gods. That you think can prote6l you. Cleo. To prevent thee, In that I am the Mistress of my Fate ; So hope I of my sister to confirm it. I spit at thee, and scorn thee. Pho. I will tame That haughty courage, and make thee stoop too. Cleo. Never, I was born to command, and will dye so. 368 Sc. IV THE FALSE ONE Enter Achillas, and Souldiers, with the Body of Ptolomy. Pho. The King dead ? this is a fair entrance to Our future happiness. Ars, Oh my dear Brother ! Cleo. Weep not, Arsino, common women do so. Nor lose a tear for him, it cannot help him ; But study to dye nobly. Pho. Ciesar fled ! 'Tis deadly aconite to my cold heart. It choaks my vital Spirits : where was your care ? Did the Guards sleep ? Achil, He rowz'd them with his Sword ; We talk of Mars, but I am sure his Courage Admits of no comparison but it self. And (as inspir'd by him) his following friends With such a confidence as young Eagles prey Under the large wing of their fiercer Dam, Brake through our Troops and scatter'd them, he went on But still pursu'd by us, when on the sudden. He turn'd his head, and from his Eyes flew terrour ; Which strook in us no less fear and amazement, Than if we had encounter'd with the lightning Hurl'd from yove's cloudy Brow. Cleo. 'Twas like my Ccesar. Achil. We fain back, he made on, and as our fear Had parted from us with his dreadful looks, Again we foUow'd ; but got near the Sea ; On which his Navy anchor'd ; in one hand Holding a Scroll he had above the waves. And in the other grasping fast his Sword, As it had been a Trident forg'd by Vulcan To calm the raging Ocean, he made away As if he had been Neptune, his friends like So many Tritons follow'd, their bold shouts Yielding a chearful musick ; we showr'd darts Upon them, but in vain, they reach'd their ships And in their safety we are sunk ; for Casar Prepares for War. Pho. How fell the King ? B.-F. in. A A 369 THE FALSE ONE Act v AMI. Unable To follow Casar, he was trod to death By the Pursuers, and with him the Priest Of Isis, good Achoreus. Ars. May the Earth Lye gently on their ashes. Pho. I feel now, That there are powers above us ; and that 'tis not Within the searching policies of man To alter their decrees. Cleo. I laugh at thee ; Where are thy threats now, Fool, thy scoffs and scorns Against the gods ? I see calamity Is the best Mistress of Religion, And can convert an Atheist. [Shout within. Pho. O they come. Mountains fall on me ! O for him to dye That plac'd his Heaven on Earth, is an assurance Of his descent to Hell ; where shall I hide me ? The greatest daring to a man dishonest. Is but a Bastard Courage, ever fainting. [Exit. Enter Caesar, Sceva, Antony, Dolabella. Cces. Look on your Casar ; banish fear, my fairest. You now are safe. See. By Fenus^ not a kiss Till our work be done ; the Traitors once dispatch'd To it, and we'll cry aim. Ctss. I will be speedy. [Exeunt. Cleo. Farewel again, Arsino ; how now, Eros ? Ever faint-hearted ? Eros. But that I am assur'd, Your Excellency can command the General, I fear the Souldiers, for they look as if They would be nibling too. Cleo. He is all honour, Nor do I now repent me of my favours. Nor can I think that Nature e'r made a Woman That in her prime deserv'd him. Sc. IV THE FALSE ONE Enter Csesar, Sceva, Antonie, Dolabella, Souldiers, with the Heads. Ars. He's come back, Pursue no further ; curb the Souldiers fury. Cas. See (beauteous Mistris) their accursed heads That did conspire against us. See. Furies plague 'em, They had too fair an end to dye like Souldiers, Porripey fell by the Sword, the Cross or Halter Should have dispatch'd them. C(£S. All is but death, good Sceva, Be therefore satisfied : and now my dearest, Look upon Casar, as he still appear'd A Conquerour, and this unfortunate King Entomb'd with honour, we'll to Rome, where Casar Will shew he can give Kingdoms ; for the Senate, (Thy Brother dead) shall willingly decree The Crown of Egypt (that was his) to thee. \_Exeunt omnes. Prologue. NEW Titles warrant not a Play for new. The SuhjeSi being old; and 'tis as true. Fresh and neat matter may with ease be framed Out of their Stories, that have oft been nam'd With glory on the Stage ; what borrows he From him that wrote old Priam'i Tragedy, That writes his love to Hecuba.'' Sure to tell Of Caesars amorous heats, and how he fell In the Capitol, can never be the same To the Judicious ; Nor will such blame Those who pen'd this, for Barr'enness when they find Young Cleopatra here, and her great Mind Expressed to the height, with us a Maid, and free. And how he rated her Virginitie. AA2 371 THE FALSE ONE We treat not of what boldness she did dye, Nor of her fatal Love to Antony. What we present and offer to your view, Upon their faiths the Stage yet never knew. Let Reason then first to your Wills give laws. And after judge of them and of their cause. Epilogue. I Now should wish another had my place. But that I hope to come off, and with Grace ; And hut express some sign that you are pleased. We of our doubts, they of their fears are eas^d. 1 would beg further (Gentlemen) and much say In favour of our selves, them, and the Play ; Did I not rest assured, the most I see Hate Impudence, and cherish Modestie. 372 THE Little French Lawyer. A COMEDY. Persons Represented in the Play. Dinant, a Gentleman that formerly loved, and still pretended to lo-ve Lamira. Cleremont, a merry Gentleman, his Friend. Champernell, a lame old Gentleman, Husband to Lamira. Vertaign, a Noble-man, and a Judge. Beaupre, Son to Vertaign. Verdone, Nephenv to Champernell. Monsieur La Writt, a ivrangling Advocate, or the Little Lawyer. Sampson, a foolish Advocate, Kins- man to Vertaign. Provost. Gentlemen. Clients. Servants. WOMEN. Lamira, Wife to Champernell, and Daughter to Vertaign. Anabell, Niece to Champernell. Old Lady, Nurse to Lamira. Charlotte, Waiting Gentlenuoman to Lamira. 'The Scene France. The principal Adlors were, Joseph Taylor. John Lowin. John Underwood. Robert Benfield. Nicholas Toolie. William Egleston. Richard Sharpe. Thomas Holcomb. 373 THE LITTLE Act i ASius Primus. Scena Prima. Enter Dinant, a\^n\d Cleremont. Din. "p^Isswade me not. J_y Clere. It will breed a brawl. Din. I care not, I wear a Sword. Cler. And wear discretion with it, Or cast it off, let that direft your arm, 'Tis madness else, not valour, and more base Than to receive a wrong. Din. Why would you have me Sit down with a disgrace, and thank the doer ? We are not Stoicks, and that passive courage Is only now commendable in Lackies, Peasants, and Tradesmen, not in men of rank And qualitie, as I am. Cler. Do not cherish That daring vice, for which the whole age suffers. The blood of our bold youth, that heretofore Was spent in honourable aftion. Or to defend, or to enlarge the Kingdom, For the honour of our Country, and our Prince, Pours it self out with prodigal expence Upon our Mothers lap, the Earth that bred us For every trifle ; and these private Duells, Which had their first original from the Fr\enc'\h (And for which, to this day, we are justly censured) Are banisht from all civil Governments : Scarce three in Venice, in as many years ; In Florence, they are rarer, and in all The fair Dominions of the Spanish King, They are never heard of: Nay, those neighbour Countries, Which gladly imitate our other follies. And come at a dear rate to buy them of us, Begin now to detest them. Din. Will you end yet — Cler. And I have heard that some of our late Kings, For the lie, wearing of a Mistris favour, A cheat at Cards or Dice, and such like causes, 374 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Have lost as many gallant Gentlemen, As might have met the great Turk in the field With confidence of a glorious Viftorie, And shall we then — Din. No more, for shame no more, Are you become a Patron too ? 'tis a new one. No more on't, burn't, give it to some Orator, To help him to enlarge his exercise, With such a one it might do well, and profit The Curat of the Parish, but for Cleremont, The bold, and undertaking Cleremont, To talk thus to his friend, his friend that knows him, Dinant that knows his Cleremont, is absurd, And meer Apocrypha. Cler. Why, what know you of me ? Din. Why if thou hast forgot thy self, I'le tell thee, And not look back, to speak of what thou wert At fifteen, for at those years I have heard Thou wast flesh'd, and enter'd bravely. Cler. Well Sir, well. Din. But yesterday, thou wast the common second. Of all that only knew thee, thou hadst bills Set up on every post, to give thee notice Where any diiference was, and who were parties ; And as to save the charges of the Law Poor men seek arbitrators, thou wert chosen By such as knew thee not, to compound quarrels : But thou wert so delighted with the sport. That if there were no just cause, thou wouldst make one. Or be engag'd thy self: This goodly calling Thou hast followed five and twenty years, and studied The Criticismes of contentions, and art thou In so few hours transform'd ? certain this night Thou hast had strange dreams, or rather visions. Clere. Yes, Sir, I have seen fools, and fighters, chain'd together. And the Fighters had the upper hand, and whipt first. The poor Sots laughing at 'em. What I have been It skils not, what I will be is resolv'd on. Din. Why then you'l fight no more ? 375 THE LITTLE Act i Cler. Such is my purpose. Din. On no occasion ? Cler. There you stagger me. Some kind of wrongs there are which flesh and blood Cannot endure. Din. Thou wouldst not wiHingly Live a protested coward, or be call'd one ? Cler. Words are but words. Din. Nor wouldst thou take a blow ? (enemy Cler. Not from my friend, though drunk, and from an I think much less. Din. There's some hope of thee left then, Wouldst thou hear me behind my back disgrac'd ? Cler. Do you think I am a rogue ? they that should do it Had better been born dumb. Din. Or in thy presence See me o'recharg'd with odds ? Cler. I'd fall my self first. Din. Would'st thou endure thy Mistris be taken from thee. And thou sit quiet ? Cler. There you touch my honour, No French-man can endure that. £)/[«]. PI upon thee, Why dost thou talk of Peace then ? that dar'st suiFer Nothing, or in thy self, or in thy friend That is unmanly ? Cler. That I grant, I cannot : But rie not quarrel with this Gentleman For wearing stammel Breeches, or this Gamester For playing a thousand pounds, that owes me nothing ; For this mans taking up a common Wench In raggs, and lowsie, then maintaining her Caroach'd in cloth of Tissue, nor five hundred Of such like toyes, that at no part concern me ; Marry, where my honour, or my friend is questioned, I have a Sword, and I think I may use it To the cutting of a Rascals throat, or so. Like a good Christian. Din. Thou art of a fine Religion, And rather than we'l make a Schism in friendship 376 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER I will be of it : But to be serious, Thou art acquainted with my tedious love-suit To fair Lamira ? Cler. Too well Sir, and remember Your presents, courtship, that's too good a name, Your slave-like services, your morning musique ; Your walking three hours in the rain at midnight. To see her at her window, sometimes laugh'd at. Sometimes admitted, and vouchsaf'd to kiss Her glove, her skirt, nay, I have heard, her slippers. How then you triumph'd ? Here was love forsooth. Din. These follies I deny not. Such a contemptible thing my dotage made me. But my reward for this — Cler, As you deserv'd. For he that makes a goddess of a Puppet, Merits no other recompence. Din. This day friend. For thou art so — Cler. I am no flatterer. Din. This proud, ingratefuU she, is married to Lame Champernel. Cler. I know him, he has been As tall a Sea-man, and has thriv'd as well by't. The loss of a legg and an arm dedufted, as any That ever put from Marseilles : you are tame, PI on't, it mads me ; if it were my case, I should kill all the family. Din. Yet but now You did preach patience. Cler. I then came from confession, ^'^ And 'twas enjoyn'd me three hours for a penance. To be a peaceable man, and to talk like one. But now, all else being pardon'd, I begin On a new Tally, Foot do any thing, I'le second you. Din. I would not willingly Make red, my yet white conscience, yet I purpose In the open street, as they come from the Temple, 377 THE LITTLE Act i (For this way they must pass,) to speak my wrongs, And do it boldly. [Mustek playes. Cler. Were thy tongue a Cannon, I would stand by thee, boy, they come, upon 'em. Din. Observe a little first. Cler. This is fine fidling. Enter Vertaign, Champernel, Lamira, Nurse, Beaupre, Verdone. An Epithalamium. SONG at the Wedding. COme away, bring on the Bride And place her by her Lovers side : Ton fair troop of Maids attend her. Pure and holy thoughts befriend her. Blush, and wish, you Virgins all. Many such fair nights may fall. Chorus. Hymen, fill the house with joy. All thy sacred fires employ : Bless the Bed with holy love. Now fair orb of Beauty move. Din. Stand by, for I'le be heard. Verta. This is strange rudeness. Din. 'Tis courtship, ballanced with injuries, You all look pale with guilt, but I will dy Your cheeks with blushes, if in your sear'd veins There yet remain so much of honest blood To make the colour ; first to ye my Lord, The Father of this Bride, whom you have sent Alive into her grave. Champ. How ? to her grave ? Dina. Be patient Sir, I'le speak of you anon You that allow'd me liberal access. To make my way with service, and approv'd of My birth, my person, years, and no base fortune : You that are rich, and but in this held wise too, That as a Father should have look'd upon 378 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Your Daughter in a husband, and aim'd more At what her youth, and heat of blood requir'd In lawful! pleasures, than the parting from Your Crowns to pay her dowr: you that already Have one foot in the grave, yet study profit. As if you were assur'd to live here ever ; What poor end had you, in this choice ? in what Deserve I your contempt? my house, and honours At all parts equal yours, my fame as fair, And not to praise my self, the City ranks me In the first file of her most hopefull Gentry : But Champernel is rich, and needs a nurse, And not your gold : and add to that, he's old too, His whole estate in likelihood to descend Upon your Family ; Here was providence, I grant, but in a Nobleman base thrift : No Merchants, nay, no Pirats, sell for Bondmen Their Country-men, but you, a Gentleman, To save a little gold, have sold your Daughter To worse than slaverie. Cler. This was spoke home indeed. Beau. Sir, I shall take some other time to tell you. That this harsh language was delivered to An old man, but my Father. Din. At your pleasure. Cler. Proceed in your design, let me alone. To answer him, or any man. Verd. You presume Too much upon your name, but may be couzen'd. Din. But for you, most unmindfull of my service. For now I may upbraid you, and with honour. Since all is lost, and yet I am a gainer. In being deliver'd from a torment in you, For such you must have been, you to whom nature Gave with a liberal hand most excellent form. Your education, language, and discourse. And judgement to distinguish, when you shall With feeling sorrow understand how wretched And miserable you have made your self, And but your self have nothing to accuse, 379 THE LITTLE Act i Can you with hope from any beg compassion ? But you will say, you serv'd your Fathers pleasure, Forgetting that unjust commands of Parents Are not to be obey'd, or that you are rich. And that to wealth all pleasure else are servants, Yet but consider, how this wealth was purchas'd, 'Twill trouble the possession. Champ. You Sir know I got it, and with honour. Din. But from whom ? Remember that, and how : you'l come indeed To houses bravely furnish'd, but demanding Where it was bought, this Souldier will not lie. But answer truly, this rich cloth of Arras I made my prize in such a Ship, this Plate Was my share in another ; these fair Jewels, Coming a shore, I got in such a Village, The Maid, or Matron kill'd, from whom they were ravish'd, The Wines you drink are guilty too, for this. This Candie Wine, three Merchants were undone. These Suckets break as many more : in brief, All you shall wear, or touch, or see, is purchas'd By lawless force, and you but revel in The tears, and grones of such as were the owners. Champ. 'Tis false, most basely false. Verta. Let losers talk. Din. Lastly, those joy es, those best of joyes, which Hymen Freely bestows on such, that come to tye The sacred knot be blesses, won unto it By equal love, and mutual afFeftion, Not blindly led with the desire of riches, Most miserable you shall never taste of. This Marriage night you'l meet a Widows bed. Or failing of those pleasures all Brides look for. Sin in your wish it were so. Champ. Thou art a Villain, A base, malitious slanderer. Cler. Strike him. Din. No, he is not worth a blow. Champ. O that I had thee 380 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER In some close vault, that only would yield room To me to use my Sword, to thee no hope To run away, I would make thee on thy knees, Bite out the tongue that wrong'd me. Verta. Pray you have patience. Lamira. This day I am to be your Soveraign, Let me command you. Champ. I am lost with rage, ^ And know not what I am my self, nor you : Away, dare such as you, that love the smoke Of peace more than the fire of glorious War, And like unprofitable drones, feed on Your grandsires labours, that, as I am now. Were gathering Bees, and fiU'd their Hive, this Country With brave triumphant spoils, censure our aftions ? You objeft my prizes to me, had you seen The horrour of a Sea-fight, with what danger I made them mine ; the fire I fearless fought in. And quench'd it in mine enemies blood, which straight Like oyle pour'd out on't, made it burn anew ; My Deck blown up, with noise enough to mock The lowdest thunder, and the desperate fools That Boorded me, sent, to defie the tempests That were against me, to the angrie Sea, Frighted with men thrown o're ; no viftory. But in despight of the four Elements, The Fire, the Air, the Sea, and sands hid in it To be atchiev'd, you would confess poor men, (Though hopeless, such an honourable way To get or wealth, or honour) in your selves He that through all these dreadfuU passages Pursued and overtook them, unafFrighted, Deserves reward, and not to have it stil'd By the base name of theft. Din. This is the Courtship, That you must look for, Madam. Cler. 'Twill do well. When nothing can be done, to spend the night with : Your tongue is sound good Lord, and I could wish For this young Ladyes sake this leg, this arm, 381 THE LITTLE Act i And there is something else, I will not name, (Though 'tis the only thing that must content her) Had the same vigour. Champ. You shall buy these scoffs With your best blood: help me once noble anger, (Nay stir not, I alone must right my self) And with one leg transport me, to correft These scandalous praters : O that noble wounds [Falls. Should hinder just revenge 1 D'ye jear me too ? I got these, not as you do, your diseases In Brothels, or with riotous abuse Of wine in Taverns ; I have one leg shot, One arm disabled, and am honour'd more. By losing them, as I did, in the face Of a brave enemy, than if they were As when I put to Sea ; you are French-men only. In that you have been laied, and cur'd, goe to : You mock my leg, but every bone about you. Makes you good Almanack-makers, to foretell What weather we shall have. — Din. Put up your Sword. Cler. Or turn it to a Crutch, there't may b[e] useftill, And live on the relation to your Wife Of what a brave man you were once. Din. And tell her. What a fine vertue 'tis in a young Lady To give an old man pap. Cler. Or hire a Surgeon To teach her to roul up your broken limbs. Din. To make a Pultess, and endure the scent Of oils, and nasty Plasters. Verta. Fie Sir, fie. You that have stood all dangers of all kinds, to Yield to a Rivalls scofi^e \ Lamira. Shed tears upon Your Wedding day ? this is unmanly Gentlemen. Champ. They are tears of anger : O that I should live To play the woman thus ! All powerfull heaven, Restore me, but one hour, that strength again. That I had once, to chastise in these men 382 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Their folies, and ill manners, and that done, When you please, I'le yield up the fort of life, And do it gladly. Cler. We ha' the better of him, We ha' made him cry. Verdo. You shall have satisfadtion. And I will do it nobly, or disclaim me. Beaup. I say no more, you have a Brother, Sister, This is your wedding day, we are in the street, And howsoever they forget their honour, 'Tis fit I lose not mine, by their example. Fert. If there be Laws in Paris, look to answer This insolent affront. Cler. You that live by them. Study 'em for heavens sake ; for my part I know not Nor care not what they are. Is the[re] ought else That you would say ; Din. Nothing, I have my ends. Lamira weeps, I have said too much I fear ; So dearly once I lov'd her, that I cannot Endure to see her tears. [Exeunt Dinant, and Cleremont. Champ. See you perform it. And do it like my Nephew. Ferdo. If I fail in't Ne'r know me more. Cousin Beaupre. Champ. Repent not What thou hast done, my life, thou shalt not find I am decrepit ; in my love and service, I will be young, and constant, and believe me. For thou shalt find it true, in scorn of all The scandals these rude men have thrown upon me I'le meet thy pleasures with a young mans ardour. And in all circumstances of a Husband, Perform my part. Lamira. Good Sir, I am your servant. And 'tis too late now, if I did repent, (Which as I am a virgin yet, I do not) To undoe the knot, that by the Church is tyed. Only I would beseech ye, as you have A good opinion of me, and my vertues, 383 THE LITTLE Act i For so you have pleas'd to stile my innocent weakness, That what hath pass'd be[t]ween Dinant and me, Or what now in your hearing he hath spoken, Beget not doubts, or fears. Champ. I apprehend you, You think I will be jealous ; as I live Thou art mistaken sweet ; and to confirm it Discourse with whom thou wilt, ride where thou wilt, Feast whom thou wilt, as often as thou wilt. For I will have no other guards upon thee Than thine own thoughts. Lamira. I'le use this liberty With moderation Sir. Beaup. I am resolv'd. Steal off, I'le follow you. Champ. Come Sir, you droop ; Till you find cause, which I shall never give, Dislike not of your Son in Law. Verta. Sir, you teach me The language I should use ; I am most happy In being so near you. \Exeunt Verdone, and Beaupre. Lamira. O my fears ! good nurse Follow my Brother unobserv'd, and learn Which way he takes. Nun. I will be carefull Madam. \Exit Nurse, Champ. Between us complements are superfluous, On Gentlemen, th' affront we have met here We'l think upon hereafter, 'twere unfit To cherish any thought to breed unrest. Or to our selves, or to our Nuptial feast. \Exeunt. X Enter Dinant, and Cleremont. Cler. We shall have sport, ne'r fear't. Din. What sport I prethee ? Cler. Why we must fight, I know it, and I long for't, It was apparent in the fiery eye Of young Verdone., Beaupre look'd pale and shook too, Familiar signs of anger. They are both brave fellows Tri'd and approv'd, and I am proud to encounter With men, from whom no honour can be lost ; 384 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER They will play up to a man, and set him off. When e're I go to the field, heaven keep me from The meeting of an unflesh'd youth or. Coward, The first, to get a name, comes on too hot. The Coward is so swift in giving ground. There is no overtaking him without A hunting Nag, well breath'd too. Din. All this while. You ne'r think on the danger. Cler. Why 'tis no more Than meeting of a dozen friends at Supper, And drinking hard ; mischief comes there unlook'd for, I am sure as suddain, and strikes home as often, For this we are prepar'd. Din. Lamira Loves Her Brother Beaupre dearly. Cler. What of that ? Din. And should he call me to account for what But now I spake, nor can I with mine honour Recant my words, that little hope is left me, E're to enjoy what (next to Heaven) I long for. Is taken from me. Cer. Why what can you hope for, She being now married ? Din. Oh my Cleremont, To you all secrets of my heart lye open. And I rest most secure that whatsoe're I lock up there, is as a private thought, And will no farther wrong me. I am a French-man, And for the greater part we are born Courtiers, She is a woman, and however yet, No heat of service had the power to melt Her frozen Chastity, time and opportunitie May work her to my ends, I confess ill ones. And yet I must pursue 'em : now her marriage. In probabilitie, will no way hurt, But rather help me. Cler. Sits the wind there? pray you tell me How far off dwells your love from lust ? Din. Too near, B.-F, in. B B 385 THE LITTLE Act i But prethee chide me not. Cler. Not I, goe on boy, I have faults my self, and will not reprehend A crime I am not free from : for her Marriage, I do esteem it (and most batchellors are Of my opinion) as a fair proteftion. To play the wanton without loss of honour. Din. Would she make use oft so, I were most happy. Cler. No more of this. Judge now. Whether I have the gift of prophecie. Enter Beaupre, and Verdone. Beaup. Monsieur Dinant, I am glad to find you. Sir. Din. I am at your service. Ferd. Good Monsieur Cleremont, I have long wish'd To be known better to you. Cler. My desires Embrace your wishes Sir. Beaup. Sir, I have ever Esteem'd you truly noble, and profess I should have been most proud, to have had the honour To call you Brother, but my Fathers pleasure Denied that happiness. I know no man lives, That can command his passions, and therefore Dare not condemn the late intemperate language You were pleas'd to use to my Father and my Sister, He's old and she a woman, I most sorrie My honour does compel me to entreat you, To do me the favour, with your sword to meet me A mile without the Citie. Din. You much honour me. In the demand, I'le gladly wait upon you. Beaup. O Sir you teach me what to say : the time ? Din. With the next Sun, if you think fit. Beaup. The place ? Din. Near to the vineyard eastward from the Citie. Beaup. I like it well, this Gentleman if you please Will keep me company. Cler. That is agreed on ; 386 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER And in my friends behalf I will attend him. Ferd. You shall not miss my service. Beaup. Good day Gentlemen. [Ex. Beaup. and Verd. Din. At your Commandment. Cler. Proud to be your servants. I think there is no Nation under Heaven That cut their enemies throats w^ith complement, And such fine tricks as we do : If you have Any few Prayers to say, this night you may Call 'em to mind and use 'em, for my self. As I have little to lose, my care is less, So till to morrow morning I bequeath you To your devotions ; and those paid, but use That noble courage I have seen, and we Shall fight, as in a Castle. Din. Thou art all honour. Thy resolution would steel a Coward, And I most fortunate in such a Friend ; All tenderness and nice respeft of woman Be now far from me, reputation take A full possession of my heart, and prove Honour the first place holds, the second Love. [Exeunt. Enter Lamira, Charlote. X Lami. Sleeps my Lord still, Charlote ? Char. Not to be wak'd. By your Ladiships cheerfuU looks I well perceive That this night the good Lord hath been At an unusual service, and no wonder If he rest after it. Lamira. You are very bold. Char. Your Creature Madam, and when you are pleas'd Sadness to me's a stranger, your good pardon If I speak like a fOol, I could have wisht To have ta'ne your place to night, had bold Dinant Your first and most obsequious servant tasted Those delicates, which by his lethargie As it appears, have cloy'd my Lord. Lamira. No, more. Charl. I am silenc'd, Madam. BB2 387 THE LITTLE Act i Lamira. Saw you my nurse this morning ? Charl. No Madam. Lamira. I am full of fears. [Knock within. Who's that ? Charl. She you enquir'd for. Lamira. Bring her in, and leave me. [Exit Charlote. Now nurse what news .■' Enter Nurse. Nurse. O Ladie dreadfull ones. They are to fight this morning, there's no remedie. I saw my Lord your Brother, and Ferdone Take horse as I came by. Lamira. Where's Cleremont ? Nurse. I met him too, and mounted. Lamira. Where's Dinant ? Nurse. There's all the hope, I have staid him with a trick. If I have done well so. Lamira. What trick ? Nurse. I told him, Your Ladiship laid your command upon him. To attend you presently, and to confirm it. Gave him the ring he oft hath seen you wear, That you bestowed on me : he waits without Disguis'd, and if you have that power in him, As I presume you have, it is in you To stay or alter him. Lamira. Have you learnt the place. Where they are to encounter ? Nurse. Yes 'tis where The Duke of Burgundie met Lewis th' eleventh. Lamir. Enough, I will reward thee liberally, [Exit Nurse. Goe bring him in : full dear I loved Dinant., While it was lawfull, but those fires are quench'd, I being now anothers, truth forgive me And let dissimulation be no crime. Though most unwillingly I put it on To guard a Brothers safetie. 388 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Enter Dinant. Din. Now your pleasure, Though ill you have deserv'd it, you perceive I am still your fool, and cannot but obey What ever you command. Lamira. You speak, as if You did repent it, and 'tis not worth my thanks then, But there has been a time, in which you would Receive this as a favour. Din. Hope was left then Of recompence. Lamira. Why I am still Lamira, And you Dinant, and 'tis yet in my power, I dare not say I'le put it into aft. To reward your love and service. Din. There's some comfort. Lami. But think not that so low I prize my fame. To give it up to any man that refuses To buy it, or with danger of performance Of what I shall enjoin him. Din. Name that danger Be it of what horrid shape soever Ladie Which I will shrink at ; only at this instant Be speedie in't. Lamira. I'le put you to the trial : You shall not fight to day, do you start at that ? Not with my Brother, I have heard your difference. Mine is no Helens beauty to be purchas'd With blood, and so defended, if you look for Favours from me, deserve them with obedience. There's no way else to gain 'em. Din. You command What with mine honour I cannot obey. Which lies at pawn against it, and a friend Equally dear as that, or life, engag'd. Not for himself, but me. Lamira. Why, foolish man. Dare you solicite me to serve your lust, 389 THE LITTLE Act i In which not only I abuse my Lord, My Father, and my family, but write whore, Though not upon my forehead, in my conscience. To be read hourly, and yet name your honour ? Yours suffers but in circumstance ; mine in substance. If you obey me, you part with some credit. From whom i' the giddy multitude ; but mankind Will censure me, and justly. Din. I will lose. What most I do desire, rather than hazard So dear a friend, or write my self a coward, 'Tis better be no man. Lamira. This will not do ; Why, I desire not, you should be a coward. Nor do I weigh my Brothers life with yours. Meet him, fight with him, do, and kill him fairly, Let me not suffer for you, I am careless. Din. Suffer for me ? Lamira. For you, my kindness to you Already brands me with a strumpets name. Din. O that I knew the wretch ! Lamira. I will not name him, Nor give you any Charafter to know him ; But if you dare, and instantly ride forth At the west port of the City, and defend there My reputation, against all you meet, For two hours only, I'le not swear Dinant, To satisfie, (though sure I think I shall) What ever you desire, if you denie this. Be desperate, for willingly, by this light, I'le never see thee more. Din. Two hours, do you say ? Lamira. Only two hours. Din. I were no Gentleman, Should I make scruple of it ; this favour arms me, And boldly I'll perform it. [Exit. Lamira. I am glad on't. This will prevent their meeting yet, and keep My Brother safe, which was the mark I shot at. [^Exit. 39° Act ii FRENCH LAWYER ASius Secundus. Scena Prima. ' Enter Cleremont, as in the field. Cler. T Am first i'th' field, that honour's gain'd of our side, X Pray Heaven I may get ofF as honourablie, The hour is past, I wonder Dinant comes not, This is the place, I cannot see him yet ; It is his quarel too that brought me hither, And I ne'r knew him yet, but to his honour A firm and worthy Friend, yet I see nothing, Nor Horse nor man, 'twould vex me to be left here. To th' mercy of two swords, and two approv'd ones. I never knew him last. Enter Beaupre, and Verdone. Beaup. You are well met Cleremont. Verdo. You are a fair Gentleman, and love your friend Sir. What are you ready ? the time has overta'ne us. Beaup. And this you know the place. Cler. No Dinant yet ? Beaup. We come not now to argue, but to do ; We wait you Sir. Cler. There's no time past yet Gentlemen, We have day enough : is't possible he comes not ? You see I am ready here, and do but stay Till my Friend come, walk but a turn or two, 'Twill not be long. Verd. We came to fight. Cler. Ye shall fight Gentlemen, And fight enough, but a short turn or two, I think I see him, set up your watch, we'l fight by it. Beaup. That, is not he ; we will not be deluded. Cler. Am Ibob'd thus? pray take a pipe of tobacco, Or sing but some new air ; by that time, Gentlemen — Verd. Come draw your Sword, you know the custome First come, first serv'd. (here Sir, Cler. Though it be held a custom. And pra6lised so, I do not hold it honest; What honour can you both win on me single? 391 THE LITTLE Act ii Beaup. Yield up your Sword then. Cler. Yield my Sword ? that's Hebrew ; rie be first cut a p[iec]es ; hold but a while, I'le take the next that comes. Enter an old Gentleman. You are an old Gentleman ? Gent. Yes indeed am I, Sir. Cler. And wear no Sword ? Gent. I need none, Sir. Cler. I would you did, and had one ; I want now such a foolish courtesie. You see these Gentlemen ? Gent. You want a second. In good Faith Sir, I was never handsom at it, I would you had my Son, but he's in Italy., A proper Gentleman ; you may do well gallants If your quarrel be not capital, to have more mercy. The Gentleman may do his Country — Cler. Now I beseech you. Sir, If you dare not fight, do not stay to beg my pardon. There lies your way. Gent. Good morrow Gentlemen. \_Exit. Verd. You see your fortune, You had better yield your Sword. Cler. Pray ye stay a little. Enter two Gentlemen. Upon mine honestie, you shall be fought with ; Well, Dinant, well, these wear swords and seem brave fellows. As you are Gentlemen, one of you supply me. I want a Second now to meet these gallants, You know what honour is. 1 Gent. Sir you must pardon us. We goe about the same work, you are ready for ; And must fight presently, else we were your servants. 2 Gent. God speed you, and good day. [Exit Gent. Cler. Am I thus Colted ? Beaup. Come either yield — Cler. As you are honest Gentlemen, 392 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Stay but the next, and then I'le take my fortune, And if I fight not like a man — Fy Dinant, Cold now and treacherous. Enter Monsieur La-writ, within. La-Writ. I understand your causes. Yours about corn, yours about pins and glasses. Will you make me mad, have I not all the parcells ? And his Petition too, about Bell-founding? Send in your witnesses, what will you have me do ? Will you have me break my heart ? my brains are melted ; And tell your Master, as I am a Gentleman, His Cause shall be the first, commend me to your Mistris, And tell her, if there be an extraordinary feather. And tall enough for her — I shall dispatch you too, I know your cause, for transporting of Farthingales Trouble me no more, I say again to you, No more vexation : bid my wife send me some puddings ; I have a Cause to run through, requires puddings, Puddings enough. Farewel. Cler. God speed you. Sir. Beaup. Would he would take this fellow. Verd. A rare Youth. Cler. If you be not hastie. Sir. La-writ. Yes, I am hastie. Exceeding hastie. Sir, I am going to the Parliament, You understand this bag, if you have any business Depending there,, be short, and let me hear it, And pay your Fees. Cler. 'Faith, Sir, I have a business, But it depends upon no Parliament. La-writ. I have no skill in't then. Cler. I must desire you, 'Tis a Sword matter. Sir. La-writ. I am no Cutler, I am an Advocate, Sir. Beaup. How the thing looks ? yerd. When he brings him to fight. Cler. Be not so hastie. You wear a good Sword. , 393 THE LITTLE Act ii La-writ. I know not that, I never drew it yet, or whether it be a Sword — Cler. I must entreat you try. Sir, and bear a part Against these Gentlemen, I want a second ; Ye seem a man, and 'tis a noble office. , La-writ. I am a Lawyer, Sir, I am no fighter. Cler. You that breed quarels, Sir, know best to satisfie. Beaup. This is some sport yet. I^erd. If this fellow should fight. (coward, La-writ. And for any thing I know, I am an arrant Do not trust me, I think I am a coward. Cler. Try, try, you are mistaken : walk on Gentlemen, The man shall follow presently. La-writ. Are ye mad Gentleman ? My business is within this half hour. Cler. That's all one, We'll dispatch within this quarter, there in that bottom, 'Tis most convenient Gentlemen. Beaup. Well, we'll wait. Sir. Ferd. Why this will be a comick fight, you'l follow. La-writ. As I am a true man, I cannot fight. [Ex. Beaupre, Verdone. Cler. Away, away, I know you can : I like your modesty, I know you will fight and so fight, with such metal. And with such judgement meet your enemies fury ; I see it in your eye, Sir. La-writ. I'le be hang'd then ; And I charge you in the Kings name, name no more fighting. Cler. I charge you in the Kings name, play the man. Which if you do not quickly, I begin with you, I'le make you dance, do you see your fiddlestick ? Sweet A[d]vocate thou shalt fight. La-writ. Stand farther Gentleman, Or I'le give you such a dust o'th' chapps — Cler. Spoke bravely. And like thy self, a noble Advocate : Come to thy tools. La-writ. I do not say I'le fight ; Cler. I say thou shalt, and bravely. 394 Sc. 1 FRENCH LAWYER La-writ. If I do fight ; I say, if I do, but do not depend upon't. And yet I have a foolish itch upon me, What shall become of my Writings ? CUr. Let 'em ly by, They will not run away, man. La-writ. I may be kill'd too. And where are all my causes then ? my business ? I will not fight, I cannot fight, my Causes — Cler. Thou shalt fight, if thou hadst a thousand causes. Thou art a man to fight for any cause. And carry it with honour. La-writ. Hum, say you so ? if I should Be such a coxcombe to prove valiant now — Cler. I know thou art most valiant. La-writ. Do you think so ? I am undone for ever, if it prove so, I tell you that, my honest friend, for ever ; For I shall ne're leave quarrelling. How long must we fight ? for I cannot stay. Nor will not stay, I have business. Cler. We'l do't in a minute, in a moment. La-writ. Here will I hang my bag then, it may save I never lov'd cold Iron there. (my belly, Cler. You do wisely. La-writ. Help me to pluck my Sword out then, quickly, 'Thas not seen Sun these ten years. (quickly, Cler. How it grumbles ! This Sword is vengeance angry. La-writ. Now I'le- put my hat up. And say my prayers as I goe ; away boy, If I be kill'd, remember the little Lawyer. {Exeunt. Enter Beaupre. Beaup. They are both come on, that may be a stubborn Take you that ground, (rascal. Enter La-writ. I'le stay here, fight bravely. (play, La-writ. To't chearfully my boyes, you'l let's have fair 395 THE LITTLE Act ii None of your foyning tricks. Beaup. Come forward Monsieur ; \_Fight, What hast thou there ? a pudding in thy belly ? I shall see what it holds. La-writ. Put your spoon home then : Nay, since I must fight, have at you without wit. Sir : God a mercy bagg. Beaup. Nothing but bumbast in ye ? The Rogue winks and fights. {sword. La-writ. Now your fine fencing, Sir : [Beau, loses his Stand off, thou diest on point else, [La-writ treads on it. I have it, I have it: yet further off: I have his Sword. Cler. Then keep it, be sure you keep it. La-writ. I'le put it in my mouth else. Stand further off yet, and stand quietly, And look another way, or I'le be with you. Is this all ? I'le undertake within these two dales To furnish any Cutler in this Kingdom. Beau. Pox, what fortune's this ? disarm'd by a puppie ? A snail ? a Dog ? La-writ. No more o' these words Gentleman, Sweet Gentleman no more, do not provoke me. Go walk i'th' horse-fair; whistle Gentleman, What must I do now ? Enter Cleremont, pursued by Verdone. Cler. Help me, I am almost breathless. La-writ. With all my heart, there's a cold pye for you, Sir. Cler. Thou strik'st me, fool. La-writ. Thou fool, stand further off then, Deliver, deliver. Cler. Hold fast. \^He strikes up the others heels. La-writ. I never fail in't, and takes his Sword too. There's twelve pence, go buy you two leaden Daggers, Have I done well ? Cler. Most like a Gentleman. Beau. And we two basely lost. Ferd. 'Tis but a fortune, We shall yet find an hour. \^Ex. Beau. Verd. sad. 396 Sc. r FRENCH LAWYER Cler. I shall be glad on't. La-writ. Where's my cloak, and my trinkets ? Or will you fight any longer, for a crash or two? Cler. I am your noble friend. Sir. La-writ. It may be so. Cler. What honour shall I do you. For this great courtesie ? La-writ. All I desire of ye, (on't. Is to take the quarrel to your self, and let me hear no more I have no liking to't, 'tis a foolish matter. And help me to put up my Sword. Cler. Most willingly. But I am bound to gratifie you, and I must not leave you. La-writ. I tell you, I will not be gratified. Nor I will hear no more on't: take the Swords too, And do not anger me but leave me quietly. For the matter of honour, 'tis at your own disposure. And so, and so. [^Exit La-writ. Cler. This is a most rare Lawyer : I am sure most valiant. Well Dinant, as you satisfie me, I say no more: I am loaden like an Armorer. \_Exit Cler. Enter Dinant. ^ Din. To be dispatcht upon a sleeveless errand ? To leave my friend engag'd, mine honour tainted ? These are trim things. I am set here like a Perdue, To watch a fellow, that has wrong'd my Mistris, A scurvy fellow that must pass this way. But what this scurvy fellow is, or whence. Or whether his name be William or fohn. Or Anthony or Dick, or any thing, I know not ; A scurvy rascally fellow I must aim at. And there's the office of an Asse flung on me. Sure Cleremont has fought, but how come offj And what the world shall think of me hereafter: Well, woman, woman, I must look your rascals. And lose my reputation : ye have a fine power over us. These two long hours I have trotted here, and curiously Survey'd all goers by, yet find no rascal. Nor any face to quarel with : 397 THE LITTLE Act ii What's that ? [La-writ sings within^ then Enters. This is a rascally voice, sure it comes this way. La-writ. He strook so hard, the Bason broke, And Tarquin heard the sound. Din. What Mister thing is this ? let me survey it. La-writ. And then he strook his neck in two. Din. This may be a rascal, but 'tis a mad rascal, What an Alphabet of faces he puts on ! Hey how it fences ! if this should be the rogue, As 'tis the likeliest rogue I see this day — La-wr. Was ever man for Ladies sake ? down, down. Di. And what are you good Sir ? down, down, down, down. La-writ. What's that to you good Sir ? down, down. Din. A pox on you good Sir, down, down, down. You with your Buckram bag, what make you here ? (now. And from whence come you ? I could fight with my shadow La-wr. Thou fierce man that like Sir Lancelot dost appear, I need not tell thee what I am, nor eke what I make here. Din. This is a precious knave, stay, stay, good Tristram, And let me ask thy mightiness a question. Did ye never abuse a Lady ? La-writ. Not ; to abuse a Lady, is very hard. Sir. Din. Say you so. Sir ? Didst thou never abuse her honour ? La-writ. Not ; to abuse her honour, is impossible. Din. Certain this is the rascal : What's thy name ? La-writ. My name is Cock o' two, use me respectively, I will be Cock of three else. Din. What's all this ? You say, you did abuse a Lady. La-writ. You ly. Din. And that you wrong'd her honour. La-writ. That's two lyes. Speak suddenly, for I am full of business. (goose. Din. What art thou, or what canst thou be, thou pea- That dar'st give me the ly thus ? thou mak'st me wonder. La-writ. And wonder on, till time make all things plain. Din. You must not part so. Sir, art thou a Gentleman? La-writ. Ask those upon whose ruins I am mounted. Din. This is some Cavellero Knight o'th' Sun. 398 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER La-wr. I tell thee I am as good a Gentleman as the Duke ; I have atchieved — goe follow thy business. Din. But for this Lady, Sir — La-writ. Why, hang this Lady, Sir, And the Lady Mother too, Sir, what have I to do with Ladies? Enter Cleremont. Cler. 'Tis the little Lawyers voice : has he got my way ? It should be hereabouts. Din. Ye dry bisket rogue, I will so swinge you for this blasphemie — Have I found you out ? Cler. That should be Dinants tongue too. (celot tho. La-wr. And I defy thee do thy worst: ho quoth Lan- And that thou shalt know, I am a true Gentleman, And speak according to the phrase triumphant; Thy Lady is a scurvy Lady, and a shitten Lady, And though I never heard of her, a deboshed Lady, And thou, a squire of low degree ; will that content thee ? Dost [thou] way-lay me with Ladies ? A pretty sword. Sir, A very pretty sword, I have a great mind to't. Din. You shall not lose your longing, rogue. Cler. Hold, hold. Hold Dinant, as thou art a Gentleman. La-writ. As much as you will, my hand is in now. Cler. I am your friend. Sir : Dinant you draw your sword Upon the Gentleman preserv'd your honour: This was my second, and did back me nobly, For shame forbear. Din. I ask your mercy. Sir, and am your servant now. La-writ. May we not fight then ? Cler. I am sure you shall not now. La-wr. I am sorry for't, I am sure I'le stay no longer then. Not a jot longer : are there any more on ye afore ? I will sing still. Sir. [Exit La-writ, singing. Din. I look now you should chide me, and 'tis fit, And with much bitterness express your anger, I have deserv'd : yet when you know — Cler. I thank ye, Do you think that the wrong you have ofF'red me, 399 THE LITTLE Act ii The most unmanly wrong, unfriendly wrong — Din. I do confess — Cler. That boyish sleight — Din. Not so, Sir. Cler. That poor and base renouncing of your honour, Can be allaied with words ? Din. I give you way still. Cler. Coloured with smooth excuses ? Was it a friends part, A Gentlemans, a mans that wears a Sword, And stands upon the point of reputation. To hide his head then, when his honour call'd him ? Call'd him aloud, and led him to his fortune ? To halt and slip the coller ? by my life, I would have given my life I had never known thee. Thou hast eaten Canlcer-like into my judgement With this disgrace, thy whole life cannot heal again. Din. This I can suffer too, I find it honest. Cler. Can you pretend an excuse now may absolve you. Or any thing like honest, to bring you off? Ingage me like an Asse ? Din. Will you but hear me ? Cler. Expose me like a Jade to tug, and hale through, Laugh'd at, and almost hooted ? your disgraces Invite mens Swords and angers to dispatch me. Din. If you will be patient. (friend, Cler. And be abus'd still : But that I have call'd thee And to that name allow a Sanftuary, You should hear further from me, I would not talk thus: But henceforth stand upon your own bottom, Sir, And bear your own abuses, I scorn my sword Should travel in so poor and empty quarrels. Din. Ha' you done yet ? take your whole swing of anger, I'le bear all with content. Cler. Why were you absent ? Din. You know I am no Coward, you have seen that. And therefore, out of fear forsook you not : You know I am not false, of a treacherous nature. Apt to betray my friend, I have fought for you too ; You know no business, that concern'd my state. My kindred, or my life. 400 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Cler. Where was the fault then ? Din. The honour of that Lady I adore, Her credit, and her name: ye know she sent for me. And with what haste. Cler. What was he that traduc'd ? Din. The man i'th' Moon, I think, hither I was sent. But to what end — Enter old Lady. Cler. This is a pretty flim-flam. O. La. I am glad I have met you Sir, I have been seeking, And seeking every where. Cler. And now you have found him. Declare what business, our Embassadour. (Lady. 0. Lady. What's that to ye good man flouter? O Sir, my Din. Prethee no more of thy Lady, I have too much on't. Cler. Let me have a little, speak to me. Old Lady. To you Sir ? 'Tis more than time : All occasions set aside Sir, Or whatsoever may be thought a business — Din. What then ? Old Lady. Repair to me within this hour. Cler. Where ? (sent for. 0. Lady. What's that to you ? come you, Sir, when y'are Cler. God a mercy Mumpsimus, You may goe Dinant, and follow this old Fairie, Till you have lost your self, your friends, your credit. And Hunt away your youth in rare adventures, I can but grieve I have known you. Old Lady. Will ye goe Sir? I come not often to you with these blessings. You m[a]y believe that thing there, and repent it. That dogged thing. Cler. Peace touchwood. Din. I will not goe: Goe bid your Lady seek some fool to fawn on her, Some unexperienc'd puppie to make sport with, I have been her mirth too long, thus I shake from me The fetters she put on; thus her enchantments I blow away like wind, no more her beauty— B.-F. HI. cc 401 THE LITTLE Act n Old Lady. Take heed Sir what you say, Cler. Goe forward, Dinant. Din. The charms shot from her eyes — Old Lady. Be wise. Cler. Be Valiant. Din. That tongue that tells fair tales to mens destrudlions Shall never rack me more. Old Lady. Stay there. Cler. Goe forward. Din. I will now hear her, see her as a woman. Survey her, and the power man has allow'd, Sir, As I would do the course of common things, Unmov'd, unstruck. Cler. Hold there, and I forgive thee. Din. She is not fair, and that that makes her proud. Is not her own, our eyes bestow it on her. To touch and kiss her is no blessedness, A Sun-burnt Ethiops lip's as soft as her's. Goe bid her stick some other triumph up, And take into her favour some dull fool, That has no pretious time to lose, no friends. No honour, nor no life, like a bold Merchant, A bold and banquerupt man, I have ventur'd all these. And split my bottom : return this answer to her, I am awake again and see her mischiefs, And am not now, on every idle errand. And new coyn'd anger, to be hurried. And then despis'd again, I have forgot her. Cler. If this be true — O. Lady. I am sorry, I have troubled you, More sorrie, that my Lady has adventur'd So great a favour in so weak a mind: This hour you have refus'd that when you come to know it, Will run you mad, and make you curse that fellow, She is not fair, nor handsom, so I leave you. Cler. Stay Lady, stay, but is there such a business ? 0. Lady. You would break your neck 'twere yours. Cler. My back, you would say. 0. La. But play the friends part still, Sir, and undoe him, 'Tis a fair office. 402 Act hi FRENCH LAWYER Din. I have spoke too liberally. O. Lady. I shall deliver w^hat you say. Cler. You shall be hang'd first, You would fain be prating now^; take the man w^ith you. O. Lady. Not I, I have no power. Cler. You may goe Dinant. O. Lady. 'Tis in's own will, I had no further charge. Sir, Than to tell him what I did, which if I had thought It should have been receiv'd so — C/er. 'Faith you may, You do not know how far it may concern you. If I perceiv'd any trick in't. Din. 'Twill end there. Cler. 'Tis my fault then, there is an hour in fortune. That must be still observ'd: you think I'le chide you. When things must be, nay see, an he will hold his head up? Would such a Lady send, with such a charge too ? Say she has plaid the fool, play the fool with her again. The great fool, the greater still the better. He shall goe with you woman. Old Lady. As it please him, I know the way alone else. Din. Where is your Lady ? 0. Lady. I shall diredl you quickly. Din. Well, I'le goe. But what her wrongs will give me leave to say. C/er. We'll leave that to your selves : I shall hear from you. Din. As soon as I come off — C/er. Come on then bravely; Farewel till then, and play the man. Din. You are merry; All I expedl is scorn : I'le lead you Lady. [Exeunt severa//y. ASius 'Tertius. Scena Prima. Enter Champernel, Lamira, Beaupre, Verdone, Charlotte. Beaup. TirE'l venture on him. Y V Cham. Out of my doors I charge thee, see me Lami. Your Nephew ? (no more. C C 2 403 THE LITTLE Act iii Cham. I disclaim him. He has no part in me, nor in my blood, My Brother that kept fortune bound, and left Conquest hereditary to his Issue Could not beget a coward. Verd. I fought. Sir, Like a good fellow, and a Souldier too, But men are men, and cannot make their fates : Ascribe you to my Father what you please, I am born to suffer. Cham. All disgraces wretch. Lam. Good Sir be patient. Cham. Was there no tree, (For to fall by a noble enemies sword, A Coward is unworthy) nor no River, To force thy life out backward or to drown it, But that thou must survive thy i[n]famie ? And kill me with the sight of one I hate. And gladly would forget ? Beaup. Sir, his misfortune Deserves not this reproof. Cham. In your opinion, 'Tis fit you two should be of one belief. You are indeed fine gallants, and fight bravely I'th' City with your tongues, but in the field Have neither spirit to dare nor power to do. Your swords are all lead there. Beaup. I know no duty, (How ever you may wreak your spleen on him,) That bindes me to endure this. Cham. From Dinant You'l suffer more; that ever cursed I, Should give my honour up, to the defence Of such a thing as he is, or my Lady That is all Innocent, for whom a dove would Assume the courage of a daring Eagle, Repose her confidence in one that can No better guard her. In contempt of you I love Dinant, mine enemy, nay admire him. His valour claims it from me, and with justice, 404 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER He that could fight thus, in a cause not honest, His sword edg'd with defence of right and honour, Would pierce as deep as lightning, with that speed too. And kill as deadly. Verd. You are as far from justice In him you praise, as equitie in the censure You load me with. Beaup. Dinant ? he durst not meet us. Lam. How ? durst not. Brother ? Beaup. Durst not, I repeat it. Verd. Nor was it Cleremoni'% valour that disarm'd us, I had the better of him ; for Dinant., If that might make my peace with you, I dare Write him a Coward upon every post. And with the hazard of my life defend it. Lam. If 'twere laid at the stake you'd lose it. Nephew. Cham. Came he not, say you ? Verd. No, but in his room, There was a Devil, hir'd from some Magician I'th' shape of an Atturney. Beau. 'Twas he did it. Verd. And his the honour. Beau. I could wish Dinant — But what talk I of one that stept aside. And durst not come ? Lam. I am such a friend to truth, I cannot hear this: why do you detraft Thus poorly (I should say to others basely) From one of such approv'd worth ? Cham. Ha ! how's this ? Lam. From one so excellent in all that's noble, Whose only weakness is excess of courage ? That knows no enemies, that he cannot master. But his aiFeftions, and in them, the worst His love to me. Cham. To you ? Lam. Yes, Sir, to me, I dare (for what is that which Innocence dares not) To you profess it: and he shun'd not the Combat For fear or doubt of these: blush and repent, 405 THE LITTLE Act iii That you in thought e're did that wrong to valour. Beaup. Why, this is rare. Cham. 'Fore heaven, exceeding rare ; Why modest Lady, you that sing such Encomiums Of your first Suiter — Ferd. How can ye convince us In your reports ? Lam. With what you cannot answer, 'Twas my command that staid him. Cham. Your command ? Lam. Mine, Sir, and had my will rank'd with my power. And his obedience, I could have sent him With more ease, weaponless to you, and bound. Than have kept him back, so well he loves his honour Beyond his life. Cham. Better, and better still. Lam. I wrought with him in private to divert him From your assur'd destruction, had he met you. Cham. In private ? Lam. Yes, and us'd all Arts, all Charms Of one that knew her self the absolute Mistris Of all his faculties. Cham, Gave all rewards too His service could deserve ; did not he take The measure of my sheets ? Lam. Do not look yellow, I have cause to speak ; frowns cannot fright me, By all my hopes, as I am spotless to you, If I rest once assur'd you do but doubt me. Or curb me of that freedom you once gave me — Cham. What then ? Lam. I'le not alone abuse your bed, that's nothing, But to your more vexation, 'tis resolv'd on, I'le run away, and then try if Dinant Have courage to defend me. Champ. Impudent ! Ferd. And on the sudden — Beau. How are ye transform'd From what you were ? Lam. I was an innocent Virgin, 406 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER And I can truly swear, a Wife as pure As ever lay by Husband, and will dy so. Let me live unsuspedted, I am no servant, Nor will be us'd like one : If you desire To keep me constant as I would be, let Trust and belief in you beget and nurse it ; Unnecessary jealousies make more whores Than all baits else laid to entrap our frailties. Beau. There's no contesting with her, from a child Once mov'd, she hardly was to be appeas'd, Yet I dare swear her honest. Cham. So I think too, On better judgement: I am no Italian To lock her up; nor would I be a Dutchman, To have my Wife, my soveraign, to command me: I'le try the gentler way, but if that fail. Believe it, Sir, there's nothing but extreams Which she must feel from me. Beau. That, as you please, Sir. (sweetly, Charl. You have won the breeches. Madam, look up My Lord limps toward you. Lam. You will learn more manners. Charl. This is a fee, for counsel that's unask'd for. Cham. Come, I mistook thee sweet, prethee forgive me, I never will be jealous: e're I cherish Such a mechanick humour, I'le be nothing; I'le say, Dinant is all that thou wouldst have him. Will that suffice ? Lam. 'Tis well. Sir. Cham. Use thy freedom Uncheck'd, and unobserv'd, if thou wilt have it. These shall forget their honour, I my wrongs. We'll all dote on him, hell be my reward If I dissemble. Lam. And that hell take me If I affeft him, he's a lustfull villain, (But yet no coward) and sollicites me To my dishonour, that's indeed a quarrel. And truly mine, which I will so revenge. As it shall fright such as dare only think 407 THE LITTLE Act m To be adulterers. Cham. Use thine own waies, I give up all to thee. Beau. O women, women ! When you are pleas'd you are the least of evils. Verd. rie rime to't, but provokt, the worst of Devils. [Exeunt. Enter Monsieur Sampson, and three Clients. Samp. I know Monsieur La-writ. 1 Cly. Would he knew himself, Sir. Samp. He was a pretty Lawyer, a kind of pretty Lawyer, Of a kind of unable thing. 2 Cly. A fine Lawyer, Sir, And would have firk'd you up a business. And out of this Court into that. Samp. Ye are too forward Not so fine my friends, something he could have done, But short short. I Cly. I know your worships favour. You are Nephew to the Judge, Sir. Samp. It may be so, And something may be done, without trotting i'th' dirt, friends; It may be I can take him in his Chamber, And have an hours talk, it may be so. And tell him that in's ear ; there are such courtesies ; I will not say, I can. 3 Cly. We know you can, Sir. [La-writ ? Sam. Peradventure I, peradventure no : but where's Where's your sufficient Lawyer ? 1 Cly. He's blown up. Sir. 2 Cly. Run mad and quarrels with the Dog he meets ; He is no Lawyer of this world now. Sam. Your reason ? Is he defunft ? is he dead ? 2 Cly. No he's not dead yet. Sir; But I would be loth to take a lease on's life for two hours: Alas, he is possest Sir, with the spirit of fighting And quarrels with all people ; but how he came to it — Samp. If he fight well and like a Gentleman, 408 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER The man may fight, for 'tis a lawful! calling. Look you my friends, I am a civil Gentleman, And my Lord my Uncle loves me. 3 Cly. We all know it, Sir. (business, Sam. I think he does. Sir, I have business too, much Turn you some forty or fifty Causes in a week; Yet when I get an hour of vacancie, I can fight too my friends, a little does well, I would be loth to learn to fight. I Cly. But and't please you Sir, His fighting has negledied all our business. We are undone, our causes cast away. Sir, His not appearance. Sam. There he fought too long, , A little and fight well, he fought too long indeed friends; But ne'r the less things must be as they may. And there be wayes — 1 Cly. We know. Sir, if you please — Sam. Something I'le do: goe rally up your Causes. Enter La-writ, and a Gentleman, at the door. 2 Cly. Now you may behold Sir, And be a witness, whether we lie or no. La-writ. I'le meet you at the Ordinary, sweet Gentlemen, And if there be a wench or two — Gen. We'll have 'em. La-writ. No handling any Duells before I come. We'll have no going else, I hate a coward. Gent. There shall be nothing done. La-writ. Make all the quarrels You can devise before I come, and let's all fight. There is no sport else. Gent. We'll see what may be done, Sir. 1 Cly. Ha ? Monsieur La-writ. La-writ. Baffled in way of business, My causes cast away. Judgement against us ? Why there it goes. 2 Cly. What shall we do the whilst Sir? La-wr. Breed new dissentions, goe hang your selves 'Tis all one to me ; I have a new trade of living. 409 THE LITTLE Act iii I Cli. Do you hear what he saies Sir ? Sam. The Gentleman speaks finely. La-wr. Will any of you fight ? Fighting's my occupation If you find your selves aggriev'd. Sam. A compleat Gentleman. La-writ. Avant thou buckram budget of petitions, Thou spittle of lame causes ; I lament for thee, And till revenge be taken — Sam. 'Tis most excellent. La-wr. There, every man chuse his paper, and his place, rie ansvi^er ye all, I will negledl no mans business But he shall have satisfaction like a Gentleman, The Judge may do and not do, he's but a Monsieur. Sam. You have nothing of mine in your bag. Sir. La-writ. I know not Sir, But you may put any thing in, any fighting thing. Sam. It is sufficient, you may hear hereafter. La-writ. I rest your servant Sir. Sam. No more words Gentlemen But follow me, no more words as you love me. The Gentleman's a noble Gentleman. I shall do what I can, and then — Cli. We thank you Sir. [Ex. Sam. and Clients. Sam. Not a word to disturb him, he's a Gentleman. La-writ. No cause go o' my side ? the judge cast all ? And because I was honourably employed in aftion. And not appear'd, pronounce ? 'tis very well, 'Tis well faith, 'tis well. Judge. Enter Cleremont. Cler. Who have we here ? My little furious Lawyer ? La-writ. I say 'tis well, But mark the end. Cler. How he is metamorphos'd ! Nothing of Lawyer left, not a bit of buckram. No soUiciting face now, This is no simple conversion. Your servant Sir, and Friend. La-writ. You come in time. Sir, 410 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Cler. The happier man, to be at your command then. La-writ. You may wonder to see me thus; but that's all Time shall declare; 'tis true I was a Lawyer, (one. But I have mew'd that coat, I hate a Lawyer, I talk'd much in the Court, now I hate talking, I did you the office of a man. Cler. I must confess it. La-w. And hudg'd not, no I budg'd not. Cler. No, you did not. La-w. There's it then, one good turn requires another. Cler. Most willing Sir, I am ready at your service. La-w. There, read, and understand, and then deliver it. Cler. This is a Challenge, Sir, La-w. 'Tis very like. Sir, I seldom now write Sonnets. Cler. O admirantis, To Monsieur Fertaign, the President. La-w. I chuse no Fool, Sir. Cler. Why, he's no Sword-man, Sir. La-w. Let him learn, let him learn, Time, that trains Chickens up, will teach him quickly. Cler. Why, he's a Judge, an Old Man. La-w. Never too Old To be a Gentleman ; and he that is a Judge Can judge best what belongs to wounded honour. There are my griefs, he has cast away my causes. In which he has bowed my reputation. And therefore Judge, or no Judge. Cler. 'Pray be rul'd Sir, This is the maddest thing — La-w. You will not carry it. Cler. I do not tell you so, but if you may be perswaded. La-w. You know how you us'd me when I would not Do you remember, Gentleman ? (fight, Cler. The Devil's in him. La-w. I see it in your Eyes, that you dare do it, You have a carrying face, and you shall carry it. Cler. The least is Banishment. La-w. Be banish'd then ; 'Tis a friends part, we'll meet in Africa, 411 THE LITTLE Act in Or any part of the Earth. Cler. Say he will not fight. La-tu. I know then what to say, take you no care, Sir, Cler. Well, I will carry it, and deliver it. And to morrow morning meet you in the Louver, Till when, my service. La-w. A Judge, or no Judge, no Judge. [^Exit La-writ. Cler. This is the prettiest Rogue that e'r I read of. None to provoke to th' field, but the old President ; What face shall I put on ? if I come in earnest, I am sure to wear a pair of Bracelets ; This may make some sport yet, I will deliver it. Here comes the President. Enter Vertaign, with two Gentlemen. Vert. I shall find time. Gentlemen, To do your causes good, is not that Cleremont ? I Gent. 'Tis he my Lord. Vert. Why does he smile upon me ? Am I become ridiculous ? has your fortune. Sir, Upon my Son, made you contemn his Father ? The glory of a Gentleman is fair bearing. Cler. Mistake me not my Lord, you shall not find that, I come with no blown Spirit to abuse you, I know your place and honour due unto it. The reverence to your silver Age and Vertue. Vert. Your face is merry still. Cler. So is my business, And I beseech your honour mistake me not, I have brought you from a wild or rather Mad-man As mad a piece of — you were wont to love mirth In your young days, I have known your Honour woo it. This may be made no little one, 'tis a Challenge, Sir, Nay, start not, I beseech you, it means you no harm. Nor any Man of Honour, or Understanding, 'Tis to steal from your serious hours a little laughter ; I am bold to bring it to your Lordship. Vert. 'Tis to me indeed : Do they take me for a Sword-man at these years ? Cler. 'Tis only worth your Honours Mirth, that's all Sir, 412 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER 'Thad been in me else a sawcy rudeness. Vert. From one La-writ, a very punftual Challenge. Cler. But if your Lordship mark it, no great matter. Vert. I have knowrn such a wrangling Advocate, Such a little figent thing ; Oh I remember him, A notable talking Knave, now out upon him, Has challeng'd me downright, defied me mortally I do remember too, I cast his Causes. Cler. Why, there's the quarrel, Sir, the mortal quarrel. Vert. Why, what a Knave is this ? as y'are a Gentleman, Is there no further purpose but meer mirth ? What a bold Man of War ! he invites me roundly. Cler. If there should be, I were no Gentleman, Nor worthy of the honour of my Kindred. And though I am sure your Lordship hates my Person, Which Time may bring again into your favour, Yet for the manners — Vert. I am satisfied. You see, Sir, I have out-liv'd those days of fighting. And therefore cannot do him the honour to beat him my self ; But I have a Kinsman much of his ability. His Wit and Courage, for this call him Fool, One that will spit as senseless fire as this Fellow. Cler. And such a man to undertake, my Lord ? Vert. Nay he's too forward ; these two pitch Barrels to- Cler. Upon my soul, no harm. (gether. Vert. It makes me smile. Why, what a stinking smother will they utter ! Yes, he shall undertake, Sir, as my Champion, Since you propound it mirth, I'll venture on it. And shall defend my cause, but as y'are honest Sport not with bloud. Cler. Think not so basely, good Sir. Vert. A Squire shall wait upon you from my Kinsman, To morrow morning make you sport at full. You want no Subjed ; but no wounds. Cler. That's my care. Ver. And so good day. \_Ex. Vertaign, and Gentlemen. Cler. Many unto your honour. This is a noble Fellow, of a sweet Spirit, 413 THE LITTLE Act iii Now must I think how to contrive this matter, For together they shall go. Enter Dinant. Din. O Cleremont, I am glad I have found thee. Cler. I can tell thee rare things. Din. O, I can tell thee rarer, Dost thou love me ? Cler. Love thee ? Din. Dost thou love me dearly ? Dar'st thou for my sake ? Cler. Any thing that's honest. Din. Though it be dangerous ? Cler. Pox o' dangerous. Din. Nay wondrous dangerous. Cler. Wilt thou break my heart ? Din. Along with me then. Cler. I must part to morrow. Din. You shall, you shall, be faithful for this night, And thou hast made thy friend. Cler. Away, and talk not. \Exeunt. Enter Lamira, and Nurse. Lam. O Nurse, welcome, where's Dinant ? Nurse. He's at my back. 'Tis the most liberal Gentleman, this Gold He gave me for my pains, nor can I blame you. If you yield up the fort. Lam. How ? yield it up ? Nurse. I know not, he that loves, and gives so largely. And a young Lord to boot, or I am cozen'd, May enter every where. Lam. Thou'lt make me angry. Enter Dinant, and Cleremont. Nur. Why, if you are, I hope here's one will please you, Look on him with my Eyes, good luck go with you : Were I young for your sake — Din. I thank thee, Nurse. 414 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Nur. I would be tradable, and as I am — Lam. Leave the room, So old, and so immodest ! and be careful, Since whispers will 'wake sleeping jealousies, That none disturb my Lord. [Exit Nurse. Cler. Will you dispatch ? Till you come to the matter be not rapt thus. Walk in, walk in, I am your scout for once, You owe me the like service. Din. And will pay it. Lam. As you respect our lives, speak not so loud. Cler. Why, do it in dumb shew then, I am silenc'd. Lam. Be not so hasty. Sir, the golden Apples Had a fell Dragon for their Guard, your pleasures Are to be attempted with Herculean danger. Or never to be gotten. Din. Speak the means. Lam. Thus briefly, my Lord sleeps now, and alas. Each Night, he only sleeps. Cler. Go, keep her stirring. Lam. Now if he 'wake, as sometimes he does. He only stretches out his hand and feels. Whether I am a bed, which being assur'd of, He sleeps again ; but should he miss me. Valour Could not defend our lives. Din. What's to be done then ? Lam. Servants have servile faiths, nor have I any That I dare trust ; on noble Cleremont We safely may rely. Cler. What man can do. Command and boldly. Lam. Thus then in my place. You must lye with my Lord. Cler. With an old man ? Two Beards together, that's preposterous. Lam. There is no other way, and though 'tis dangerous. He having servants within call, and arm'd too. Slaves fed to adl all that his jealousie And rage commands them, yet a true friend should not Check at the hazard of a life. 41S THE LITTLE Act iii Cler. I thank you, I love my friend, but know no reason why To hate my self; to be a kind of pander. You see I am willing. But to betray mine own throat you must pardon. Din. Then I am lost, and all my hopes defeated. Were I to hazard ten times more for you. You should find, Cleremont — Cler. You shall not outdo me. Fall what may fall, I'll do't. Din. But for his Beard — Lam. To cover that you shall have my night Linnen, And you dispos'd of, my Dinant and I Will have some private conference. Enter Champernel, privately. Cler. Private doing, Or I'll not venture. Lam. That's as we agree. \Exeunt. Enter Nurse, and Charlotte, pass over the Stage with Pillows, Night cloaths, and such things. Cham. What can this Woman do, preserving her honour? I have given her all the liberty that may be, I will not be far off though, nor I will not be jealous. Nor trust too much, I think she is vertuous. Yet when I hold her best, she's but a Woman, As full of frailty as of faith, a poor sleight Woman, And her best thoughts, but weak fortifications, There may be a Mine wrought : Well, let 'em work then, I shall meet with it, till the signs be monstrous. And stick upon my head, I will not believe it, [Stands private. She may be, and she may not, now to my observation. Enter Dinant, and Lamira. Din. Why do you make me stay so ? if you love me — Lam. You are too hot and violent. Din. Why do you shift thus From one Chamber to another ? Lam. A little delay, Sir, 416 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Like fire, a little sprinkled o'r with water Makes the desires burn clear, and ten times hotter. Din. Why do you speak so loud ? I pray'e go in, Sweet Mistriss, I am mad, time steals away. And when we would enjoy — Lam. Now fie, fie. Servant, Like sensual Beasts shall we enjoy our pleasures ? Din. 'Pray do not kiss me then. Lam. Why, that I will, and you shall find anon, servant. Din. Softly, for heavens sake, you know my friend's en- A little now, now ; will ye go in again ? (gag'd, Lam. Ha, ha, ha, ha. Din. Why do you laugh so loud, Precious ? Will you betray me ; ha' my friends throat cut ? Lam. Come, come, I'll kiss thee again. Cham. Will you so ? you are liberal, If you do cozen me — Enter Nurse with Wine. Din. What's this ? Lam. Wine, Wine, a draught or two. Din. What does this Woman here ? Lam. She shall not hinder you. Din. This might have been spar'd, 'Tis but delay and time lost ; pray send her softly off. Lam. Sit down, and mix your spirits with Wine, I will make you another Hercules. Din. I dare not drink ; Fie, what delays you make ! I dare not, I shall be drunk presently, and do strange things then. Lam. Not drink a cup with your Mistriss ! O the pleasure. Din. Lady, why this ? [Musick. Lam. We must have mirth to our Wine, Man. Din. PI o' the Musick. Champ. God-a-mercy Wench, If thou dost cuckold me I shall forgive thee. Din. The house will all rise now, this will disturb all. Did you do this ? Lam. Peace, and sit quiet, fool, You love me, come, sit down and drink. B.-F. III. DD 417 THE LITTLE Act hi Enter Cleremont above. Cler. What a Devil ail you ? How cold I sweat ! a hogs pox stop your pipes, {^Mustek. The thing will 'wake ; now, now, methinks I find His Sword just gliding through my throat. What's that ? A vengeance choak your pipes. Are you there, Lady ? Stop, stop those Rascals ; do you bring me hither To be cut into minced meat ? why Dinant ? Din. I cannot do withal ; I have spoke, and spoke ; I am betray'd and lost too. Cler. Do you hear me ? do you understand me ? 'Plague dam your Whistles. \Mmick ends. Lam. 'Twas but an over-sight, they have done, lye down. Cler. Would you had done too. You know not In what a misery and fear I lye. You have a Lady in your arms. Din. I would have — [The Recorders Champ. I'll watch you Goodman Wou'd have, [again. Cler. Remove for Heavens sake. And fall to that you come for. Lam. Lie you down, 'Tis but an hours endurance now. Cler. I dare not, softly sweet Lady heart ? Lam. 'Tis nothing but your fear, he sleeps still soundly. Lie gently down. Cler. 'Pray make an end. Din. Come, Madam. Lam. These Chambers are too near. \_Ex. Din. Lam. Cham. I shall be nearer ; Well, go thy wayes, I'le trust thee through the world, Deal how thou wilt : that that I never feel, I'le never fear. Yet by the honour of a Souldier, I hold thee truly noble : How these things will look, And how their blood will curdle ! Play on Children, You shall have pap anon. O thou grand Fool, That thou knew'st but thy fortune — [Musick done. Cler. Peace, good Madam, Stop her mouth, Dinant, it sleeps yet, 'pray be wary, 418 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Dispatch, I cannot endure this misery, I can hear nothing more ; I'll say my prayers, And down again — : [fFMstle within. A thousand Alarms fall upon my quarters. Heaven send me oiF; when I lye keeping Courses. PI o' your fumbling, Dinant ; how I shake ! 'Tis still again : would I were in the Indies. [Exit Cler. Enter Dinant, and Lamira : a light within. Din. Why do you use me thus ? thus poorly ? basely ? Work me into a hope, and then destroy me ? Why did you send for me ? this new way train me ? Lam. Mad-man, and fool, and false man, now I'll shew Din. ~^'Pray put your light out. (thee. Lam. Nay I'll hold it thus. That all chaste Eyes may see thy lust, and scorn it. Tell me but this when you first doted on me, And made suit to enjoy me as your Wife, Did you not hold me honest ? Din, Yes, most vertuous. Lam. And did not that appear the only lustre That made me worth your love and admiration ? Din. I must confess — Lam. Why would you deal so basely ? So like a thief, a Villain ? Din. Peace, good Madam. Lam. I'll speak aloud too ; thus maliciously. Thus breaking all the Rules of honesty, Of honour and of truth, for which I lov'd you, For which I call'd you servant, and admir'd you ; To steal that Jewel purchas'd by another. Piously set in Wedlock, even that Jewel, Because it had no flaw, you held unvaluable : Can he that has lov'd good, dote on the Devil ? For he that seeks a Whore, seeks but his Agent ; Or am I of so wild and low a blood ? So nurs'd in infamies ? Din. I do not think so. And I repent. Lam. That will not serve your turn, Sir. DD2 4^9 THE LITTLE Act hi Din. It was your treaty drew me on. Lam. But it was your villany "X Made you pursue it ; I drew you but to try How much a man, and nobly thou durst stand, How well you had deserv'd the name of vertuous ; But you like a wild torrent, mix'd with all Beastly and base afFeftions came floating on, Swelling your poyson'd billows — Din. Will you betray me ? Lam. To all the miseries a vext Woman may. Din. Let me but out. Give me but room to toss my Sword about me. And I will tell you y'are a treacherous woman, that I had but words ! Lam. They will not serve you. Din. But two-edg'd words to cut thee ; a Lady traytor ? Perish by a proud Puppet ? I did you too much honour. To tender you my love, too much respedled you To think you worthy of my worst embraces. Go take your Groom, and let him dally with you, Your greasie Groom ; I scorn to imp your lame stock. You are not fair, nor handsome, I lyed loudly, This tongue abus'd you when it spoke you beauteous. Lam. 'Tis very well, 'tis brave. Din. Put out your light. Your lascivious eyes are flames enough For Fools to find you out ; a Lady Plotter ! Must I begin your sacrifice of mischief? 1 and my friend, the first-fruits of that bloud, You and your honourable Husband aim at ? Crooked and wretched you are both. '■\ Lam. To you. Sir, Yet to the Eye of Justice straight as Truth. Din. Is this a womans love ? a womans mercy ? Do you profess this seriously ? do you laugh at me ? Lam. Ha, ha. Din. PI light upon your scorns, upon your flatteries, Upon your tempting faces, all destructions ; A bedrid winter hang upon your cheeks. And blast, blast, blast those buds of Pride that paint you ; 420 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Death in your eyes to fright men from these dangers : Raise up your trophy, Cleremont. Cler. What a vengeance ail you ? Din. What dismal noise ! is there no honour in you ? Cleremont, we are betrayed, betrayed, sold by a woman ; Deal bravely for thy self. Cler. This comes of rutting ; Are we made stales to one another ? Din. Yes, we are undone, lost. Cler. You shall pay for't grey-beard. Up, up, you sleep your last else. [Lights above, two Ser- 1 Serv. No, not yet. Sir, (vants and Anabel. Lady, look up, would you have wrong'd this Beauty ? Wake so tender a Virgin with rough terms ? You wear a Sword, we must entreat you leave it. 2 Serv. Fye Sir, so sweet a Lady ? Cler. Was this my bed-fellow, pray give me leave to look, I am not mad yet, I may be by and by. Did this lye by me ? Did I fear this ? is this a Cause to shake at ? Away with me for shame, I am a Rascal. Enter Champernel, Beaupre, Verdone, Lamira, Anabel, Cleremont, and two Servants. Din. I am amaz'd too. Beaup. We'll recover you. f^erd. You walk like Robin-good-fellow all the house over, And every man afraid of you. Din. 'Tis well, Lady; The honour of this deed will be your own. The world shall know your bounty. Beaup. What shall we do with 'em ? Cler. Geld me. For 'tis not fit I should be a man again, I am an Ass, a Dog. Lam. Take your revenges. You know my Husbands wrongs and your own losses. Anab. A brave man, an admirable brave man ; Well, well, I would not be so tryed again ; A very handsome proper Gentleman. 421 THE LITTLE Act iii Cler. Will you let me lye by her but one hour more, And then hang me ? Din. We wait your malice, put your swords home bravely. You have reason to seek bloud. Lam. Not as you are noble. Cham. Hands off, and give them liberty, only disarm 'em. Beaup. We have done that already. Cham. You are welcome. Gentlemen, I am glad my house has any pleasure for you, I keep a couple of Ladies here, they say fair. And you are young and handsome, Gentlemen ; Have you any more mind to Wenches ? Cler. To be abus'd too ? Lady, you might have help'd this. Ana. Sir now 'tis past, but 't may be I may stand Your friend hereafter, in a greater matter. Cler. Never whilst you live. Ana. You cannot tell — now, Sir, a parting hand. Cler. Down and Roses : Well I may live to see you again. A dull Rogue, No revelation in thee. Lam. Were you well frighted ? Were your fitts from the heart, of all colds and colours ? That's all your punishment. Cler. It might have been all yours. Had not a block-head undertaken it. Cham. Your swords you must leave to these Gentlemen. Ferd. And now, when you dare fight. We are on even Ice again; Din. 'Tis well : To be a Mistris, is to be a monster. And so I leave your house, and you for ever. Lam. Leave your wild lusts, and then you are a master. Cham. You may depart too. Cler. I had rather stay here. Cham. Faith we shall fright you worse. Cler. Not in that manner. There's five hundred Crowns, fright me but so again. Din. Come Cleremont, this is the hour of fool. Cler. Wiser the next shall be or we'll to School. [^Exeunt. Champ. How coolly these hot gallants are departed ! 422 Act IV FRENCH LAWYER Faith Cousin, 'twas unconscionably done, To lye so still, and so long. Anah. 'Twas your pleasure. If 'twere a fault, I may hereafter mend. Champ. O my best Wife, Take now what course thou wilt, and lead what life. Lam. The more trust you commit, the more care still, Goodness and vertue shall attend my will. Cham. Let's laugh this night out now, and count our gains. We have our honours home, and they their pains. \Exeunt omnes. ASlus Quartus. Scena Prima. Enter Cleremont, Dinant. Din. T T holds, they will go thither. X Cler. To their Summer-house ? Din. Thither i'th' evening, and which is the most infliftion, Only to insult upon our miseries. Cler. Are you provided ? Din. Yes, yes. Cler. Throughly ? Din. Throughly. Cler. Basta, enough, I have your mind, I will not fail you. ^Din. At such an hour. Cler. Have I a memory ? A Cause, and Will to do ? thou art so sullen — Din. And shall be, till I have a fair reparation. Cler. I have more reason, for I scaped a fortune, Which if I come so near again : I say nothing, But if I swe-at not in another fashion — O, a delicate Wench. Din. 'Tis certain a most handsome one. Cler. And me thought the thing was angry with it self too It lay so long conceal'd, but I must part with you, I have a scene of mirth, to drive this from my heart, And my hour is come. Din. Miss not your time. Cler. I dare not. [Exeunt severally. 423 THE LITTLE Act iv Enter Sampson, and a Gentleman. Gent. I presume, Sir, you now need no instrudtion. But fairly know, what belongs to a Gentleman ; You bear your Uncles cause. Sam. Do not disturb me, I understand my cause, and the right carriage. Gent. Be not too bloody. Sam. As I find my enemy ; if his sword bite. If it bite. Sir, you must pardon me. Gent. No doubt he is valiant, He durst not undertake else, Sam. He's most welcome, As he is most valiant, he were no man for me else. Gent. But say he should relent. Sam. He dies relenting, I cannot help it, he must di[e] relenting. If he pray, praying, ipso falio., praying. Your honourable way admits no prayer, And if he fight, he falls, there's his quietus. Gent. Y'are nobly punftual, let's retire and meet 'em, But still, I say, have mercy. Samp. I say, honour. \Exeunt. Enter Champernel, Lamira, Anabel, Beaupre, Verdone, Charlote and a Servant. Lam. Will not you go sweet-heart t Champ. Go ? I'le fly with thee. I stay behind ? Lam. My Father will be there too, And all our best friends. Beau. And if we be not merry, We have hard luck, Lady. Verd. Faith let's have a kind of play. Cham. What shall it be .? Verd. The story of Dinant. Lam. With the merry conceits of Cleremont, His Fits and Feavers. Ana. But I'le lie still no more. Lam. That, as you make the Play, 'twill be rare sport, 424 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER And how 'twill vex my gallants, when they hear it ! Have you given order for the Coach ? Charl. Yes, Madam. Cham. My easie Nag, and padd. &erv. 'Tis making ready. Champ. Where are your Horses ? Beau. Ready at an hour, Sir : we'll not be last. Cham. Fie, what a night shall we have ! A roaring, merry night. Lam. We'll flie at all, Sir. Cham. I'le flie at thee too, finely, and so ruffle thee, rie try your Art upon a Country pallet. Lam. Brag not too much, for fear I should expeft it. Then if you fail — Cham. Thou saiest too true, we all talk. But let's in, and prepare, and after dinner Begin our mirthful pilgrimage. Lam. He that's sad, A crab-face'd Mistris cleave to him for this year. \Exeunt. Enter Cleremont, and La-writ. La-writ. Since it cannot be the Judge — Cler. 'Tis a great deal better. La-writ. You are sure, he is his kinsman ? a Gentleman ? Cler. As arrant a Gentleman, and a brave fellow, And so near to his blood — La-writ. It shall suffice, rie set him further ofF, I'le give a remove Shall quit his kindred, I'le lopp him. Cl\e\r. Will ye kill him? (him, La-w. And there were no more Cousins in the world I kill I do mean. Sir, to kill all my Lords kindred. For every cause a Cousin. Cler. How if he have no more Cousins ? La-writ. The next a kin then to his Lordships favour; The man he smiles upon. Cler. Why this is vengeance, horrid, and dire. La-writ. I love a dire revenge: Give me the man that will all others kill, And last himself, 425 THE LITTLE Act iv Cler. You stole that resolution. La-writ. I had it in a Play, but that's all one, I wou'd see it done. Cler. Come, you must be more merciful. La-writ. To no Lords Cousins in the world, I hate 'em ; A Lords Cousin to me is a kind of Cockatrice, If I see him first, he dies. A strange Antipathy. Cler. What think you of their Nieces ? La-writ. If I like 'em. They may live, and multiply; 'tis a cold morning. Cler. 'Tis sharp indeed ; you have broke your fast ? La-writ. No verily. Cler. Your valour w^ould have ask'd a good foundation. La-writ. Hang him, I'le kill him fasting. Enter Sampson and the Gent. Cler. Here they come. Bear your self in your language, smooth and gently, When your swords argue. La-writ. 'Pray Sir, spare your precepts. Gent. I have brought you, Sir — • La-writ. 'Tis very well, no words. You are welcome, Sir. Sam. I thank you, Sir, few words. La-writ, rie kill you for your Uncles sake. Sam. I love you, I'le cut your throat for your own sake. La-writ. I esteem of you. Cler. Let's render 'em honest, and fair. Gentlemen, Search my friend, I'le search yours. Gent. That's quickly done. Cler. You come with no Spells, nor Witchcrafts ? Sam. I come fairly to kill him honestly. La-writ. Hang Spells, and Witchcrafts, I come to kill my Lords Nephew like a Gentleman, And so I kiss his hand. Gent. This Doublet is too stiff. La-writ. Off with't, I hate it. And all such fortifications, feel my skin, 426 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER If that be stiff, flea that off too. Gent. 'Tis no soft one. La-writ. Off with't, I say : rie fight with him like a flea'd Cat. Gent. You are well, you are well. Cler. You must uncase too. Sam. Yes, Sir. But tell me this, why should I mix mine honour With a fellow, that has ne're a lace in's shirt ? Gent. That's a main point, my friend has two. Cler. That's true. Sir. La-w. Base and degenerate Cousin, dost not thou know An old, and tatter'd colours, to the enemy. Is of more honour, and shews more ominous ? This shirt, five times, vidlorious I have fought under. And cut through squadrons of your curious cut-works. As I will do through thine, shake, and be satisfied. Cler. This is unanswerable. Sam. But may I fight with a foul shirt ? Gent. Most certain, so it be a fighting shirt, Let it be ne're so foul, or lowsie, Cissar wore such a one. Sam. Saint Denh then : I accept your shirt. Cler. Not so forward, first you must talk, 'Tis a main point, of the French method. Talk civilly, and make your cause Authentick. Gent. No weapon must be near you, nor no anger. Cler. When you have done, then stir your resolutions. Take to your Weapons bravely. ^ La-writ. 'Tis too cold; This for a Summer fight. Cler. Not for a world you should transgress the rules. Sam. 'Tis pievish weather, I had rather fight without. Gent. An 'twere in a River. Cler. Where both stood up to th' chins. La-writ. Then let's talk quickly, PI o' this circumstance. Cler. Are the Horses come yet ? Gent. Yes certain : give your swords to us, now civilly. Cler. We'll stand a while off; take the things, and leave 'em, 427 THE LITTLE Act iv You know when, and let the children play: This is a dainty time of year for puppies, Would the old Lord were here. Gent. He would dye with laughter. Cler. I am sorry I have no time to see this game out. Away, away. Gent. Here's like to be a hot fight, Call when y'are fit. [Ex. Cler. and Gent. La-writ. Why look you Sir, you seem to be a Gentleman, And you come in honour of your Uncle, boh, boh, 'tis very Your Uncle has ofFer'd me some few affronts, (cold ; Past flesh and blood to bear : boh, boh, wondrous cold. Sam. My Lord, mine Uncle, is an honourable man, And what he oiFers, boh, boh, cold indeed. Having made choice of me, an unworthy kinsman, Yet take me with you : boh, boh, pestilence cold, Not altogether. La-writ. Boh, boh, I say altogether. Sam. You say you know not what then ? boh, boh, Sir. La-writ. Sir me with your sword in your hand; You have a scurvy Uncle, you have a most scurvy cause. And you are— boh, boh. Sam. Boh, boh, what ? La-writ. A shitten scurvy Cousin. Samp. Our Swords; our Swords; Thou art a Dog, and like a Dog, our Swords. La-w. Our weapons Gentlemen : ha ? where's your second ? Sam. Where's yours ? La-writ. So ho ; our weapons. Sam. Wa, ha, ho, our weapons; Our Doublets and our weapons, I am dead. La-w. First, second, third, a pi be wi' you Gentlemen. Sam. Are these the rules of honour ? I am starv'd. La-w. They are gone, and we are here ; what shall we do ? Sam. O for a couple of Faggots. La-w. Hang a couple of Faggots. Dar'st thou take a killing cold with me ? Sam. I have it already. (Doublets ? La-w. Rogues, Thieves, boh, boh, run away with our To fight at Buffets now, 'twere such a May-game. 428 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Sam. There were no honour in't, pi on't, 'tis scurvy. La-w. Or to revenge my wrongs at fisty-cufFes. Sam. My Lord, mine Uncles cause, depend on Boxes ? La-w. Let's go in quest, if we ever recover 'em. Sam. I, come, our Colds together, and our Doublets. La-w. Give me thy hand ; thou art a valiant Gentleman, I say if ever we recover 'em — Sam. Let's get into a house and warm our hearts. La-w. There's ne're a house within this mile, beat me. Kick me and beat me as I go, and I'le beat thee too, To keep us warm; if ever we recover 'em — Kick hard, I am frozen : so, so, now I feel it. Sam. I am dull yet. La-w. I'le warm thee, I'le warm thee — Gentlemen ? Rogues, Thieves, Thieves: run now I'le follow thee. [Exeunt. Enter Vertaign, Champernel, Beaupre, Verdone, Lamira, Annabel, Charlote, Nurse. Verta. Use legs, and have legs. Cham. You that have legs say so, I put my one to too much stress. Verdo. Your Horse, Sir, Will meet you within half a mile. Lam. I like The walk so well, I should not miss my Coach, Though -it were further. Annabel thou art sad: What ails my Niece ? Beau. She's still musing, Sister, How quietly her late bed-fellow lay by her. Nurse. Old as I am, he would have startled me. Nor can you blame her. Char. Had I ta'ne her place, I know not, but I fear, I should ha' shreek'd. Though he had never ofFer'd — Ana. Out upon thee. Thou wouldst have taught him. Char. I think, with your pardon. That you wish now you had. Ana. I am glad I yield you [Cornet. Such ample scope of mirth. [Mustek within. 429 THE LITTLE Act iv Verta. Nay, be not angry, There's no ill meant : ha ? Musick, and choice Musick ? Cham. 'Tis near us in the Grove ; what courteous bounty Bestows it on us ? my dancing days are done ; Yet I would thank the giver, did I know him. Verdo. 'Tis questionless, some one of your own Village, That hearing of your purpos'd journey thither, Prepares it for your entertainment, and The honour of my Lady. Lam. I think rather. Some of your Lordships Clients. Beaup. What say you Cousin, If they should prove your Suitors .? f^erd. That's most likely. Nurse. I say if you are noble, be't who will, Go presently and thank 'em : I can jump yet, Or tread a measure. Lam. Like a Millers Mare. Nurs. I warrant you well enough to serve the Country, I'le make one, and lead the way. [Exit. Charl. Do you note. How zealous the old Crone is ? Lam. And you titter As eagerly as she: come sweet, we'll follow. No ill can be intended. [Mustek ends. Cham. I ne're feared yet. [Exeunt. SONG in the Wood. THis way, this way come and hear. You that hold these pleasures dear. Fill your ears with our sweet sound. Whilst we melt the frozen ground : This way come, make haste oh fair. Let your clear eyes gild the Air; Come and bless us with your sight. This way, this way, seek delight. Enter a company of Gentlemen, like Ruffians. I Gent. They are ours, but draw them on a little further From the foot-path into the neighbouring thicket, 430 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER And we may do't, as safe as in a Castle. 2 Gent. They follow still; the President Vertaigne Comes on a pace, and Champernel limps after ; The Women, as if they had wings, and walk't Upon the Air, fly to us. 1 Gent. They are welcome. We'll make 'em sport ; make a stand here, all know How we are to proceed. 2 Gent. We are instructed. \8till Mustek within. I Gent. One strain or two more. [Gent. off. Enter Vertaigne, Champernel, Beaupre, Verdone, Lamira, Anabel, Nurse, Charlote. Excellent, they are come. Nurse. We cannot miss, in such a business, yet Mine ear ne'r fail'd me. [Musick for the Dance. Charl. Would we were at it once, I do not walk, but Dance. 1 Gent. You shall have dancing. Begin, and when I give the word — 2 Gent. No more : We are instrudled. [Dance. Beaupre. But win us fairly — I Gent. O Sir, we do not come to try your valour. But to possess you, yet we use you kindly In that, like English Thieves, we kill you not. But are contented with the spoil. Verta. Oh Heaven ! How hath mine age deserv'd this ? Cham. Hell confound it, This comes of walking; had I kept my legs. Or my good Horse, my Armour on. My Staff in my rest, and this good Sword too, friend. How I would break and scatter these. All Gent. Ha, ha, ha. Cham. Do you scorn me Rogues ? Nurs. Nay, Gentlemen, kind Gentlemen, Or honest keepers of these woods, but hear me. Be not so rough ; if you are taken with My beauty, as it hath been worth the seeking, 431 THE LITTLE Act iv Some one or two of you try me in private, You shall not find me squeamish. Charl. Do not kill me, And do your worst, I'le suffer. Lam. Peace vile creatures. Vert. Do you know me, or my place, that you presume not To touch my person ? I Gent. If you are well, rest so. Provoke not angry Wasps. Verta. You are Wasps indeed. Never created to yield Wax or Honey, But for your Countries torment ; yet if you are men, (As you seem such in shape) if true born French-men, However want compels you to these courses, Rest satisfied with what you can take from us, (These Ladies honours, and our liberties safe) We freely give it. I Gent. You give but our own. Verta. Look on these grey hairs, as you would be old. Their tears, as you would have yours to find mercy When Justice shall o'retake you. Cham. Look on me. Look on me Rascals, and learn of me too. That have been in some part of your profession. Before that most of you ere suck'd, I know it, I have rode hard, and late too. Verta. Take heed, Sir. Cham. Then use me like a Brother of the Trade, For I have been at Sea, as you on land are. Restore my Matrimony undefil'd. Wrong not my Neece, and for our gold or silver. If I pursue you, hang me. l^urs. 'Tis well ofFer'd, And as I said, sweet Gentlemen, with sowre faces. If you are high, and want some sport, or so, (As living without aftion here, you may do) Forbear their tender grissels, they are meat Will wash away, there is no substance in it. We that are expert in the game, and tough too. Will hold you play. 432 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Enter Dinant and Cleremont. 1 Gent. This Hen longs to be troden. Din. Lackey, my Horse. Cler. This way, I heard the cries Of distress'd Women. 2 Gent. Stand upon your guard. Din. Who's here ? my witty, scornful Lady-plot In the hands of RuiBans ? Cier. And my fine cold virgin, That was insensible of man, and woman ? Din. Justice too. Without a sword to guard it self? Cler. And valour with its hands bound ? Din. And the great Souldier dull ? Why this is strange. Lam. Dinant as thou art noble — Ana. As thou art valiant Cleremont — Lam. As ever I appear'd lovely — Ana. As you ever hope For what I would give gladly — Cler. Pretty conjurations. Lam. All injuries a little laid behind you. Ana. Shew your selves men, and help us. Din. Though your many And gross abuses of me should more move me To triumph in your miseries than relieve you, — Yet that hereafter you may know that I The scorn'd and despis'd Dinant., know what does Belong to honour, thus — Cler. I will say little, [Fight. Speak thou for me. Cham. 'Tis bravely fought. Verta. Brave tempers. To do thus for their enemies. Cham. They are lost yet. 1 Gent. You that would rescue others, shall now feel What they were born to. 2 Gent. Hurry them away. \Ex. Manent Vert. Cham. That I could follow them. and Champernel. B.-F. III. E E 433 THE LITTLE Act iv Verta. I only can lament my fortune, and desire of heaven A little life for my revenge. Cham. The Provost Shall fire the wroods, but I w^ill find 'em out, No cave, no rock, nor hell shall keep them from My searching vengeance. Enter La-w^rit, and Sampson. La-writ. O cold ! O fearfuU cold ! plague of all seconds. Samp. O for a pint of burnt w^ine, or a sip Of aqua-fortis. Cham. The rogues have met w^ith these two Upon my life and rob'd 'em. La-writ. As you are honourable Gentlemen, Impart unto a couple of cold combatants. Sam. My Lord, mine uncle as I live. La-writ. Pox take him. Howr that word has wfarm'd my mouth ! Verta. Why how now Cousin ? Why, why ? and where man, have you been ? at a Poulters That you are cas'd thus like a rabbet ? I could laugh now, And I shall laugh, for all I have lost my Children, Laugh monstrously. Cham. What are they ? Verta. Give me leave Sir, Laugh more and more, never leave laughing. Cham. Why Sir ? Verta. Why 'tis such a thing I smell it Sir, I smell it, Such a ridiculous thing, — La-writ. Do you laugh at me my Lord ? I am very cold, but that should not be laught at. Cham, what art thou ? La-writ. What art thou ? Sam. If he had his doublet. — And his sword by his side, as a Gentleman ought to have. Verta. Peace Monsieur Sampson. Cham. Come hither little Gentleman. La-writ. Base is the slave commanded : come to me. Verta. This is the little advocate, Cham. What advocate t 434 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Verta. The little advocate that sent me a challenge, I told you that my Nephew undertook it, And what 'twas like to prove : now you see the issue. Cham. Is this the little Lawyer ? La-writ. You have a sword Sir, And I have none, you have a doublet too That keeps you warm, and makes you merry. Sam. If your Lordship knew The nature, and the nobleness of the Gentleman, Though he shew slight here, and at what gusts of danger His manhood has arrived, But that Mens fates are foolish. And often headlong overrun their fortunes. La-writ. That little Lawyer would so prick his ears up. And bite your honour by the nose. Cham. Say you so Sir ? (too. La-writ. So niggle about your grave shins Lord Verta\ig\ne Sam. No more sweet Gentleman, no more of that Sir. La-writ. I will have more, I must have more. Verta. Out with it. Sam. Nay he is as brave a fellow. — Cham. Have I caught you ? \Strikes him down. Verta. Do not kill him, do not kill him. Cham. No, no, no, I will not. Do you peep again ? Down down proud heart. Sam. O valour. Look up brave friend, I have no means to rescue thee, My Kingdom for a sword. Cham. I'le sword you presently, I'le claw your skin coat too. Verta. Away good Sampson^ You go to grass else instantly. Sam. But do not murder my brave friend. Verta. Not one word. Cham. If you do sirra — Sam. Must I goe off dishonour'd ? Adversity tries valour, so I leave thee. \Exit Cham. Are you a Lawyer Sir ? La-writ. I was, I was Sir. E E 2 435 THE LITTLE Act iv Cham. Nay never look, your Lawyers pate is broken, And your litigious blood about your ears sirra. Why do you fight and snarle ? La-writ. I was possest. Cham, rie dispossess you. Verta. Ha, ha, ha. La-writ. Et tu Brute ? Verta. Beat him no more. Cham. Alas Sir I must beat him, Beat him into his business again, he will be lost else. Verta. Then take your way. Cham. Ly still, and doe not struggle. La-writ. I am patient, I never saw my blood before, it jades me, I have no more heart now than a goose. (of living, Cham. Why sirra, why do you leave your trade, your trade And send your challenges like thunderbolts. To men of honour'd place ? La-writ. I understand Sir, I never understood before your beating. Cham. Does this work on you ? La-writ. Yes. Cham. Do you thank me for't ? La-writ. As well as a beaten man can. Cham. And do you promise me. To fall close to your trade again ? leave brawling ? La-writ. If you will give me leave and life. Cham. And ask this noble man forgiveness ? La-writ. Heartily. (you Cham. Rise then, and get you gone, and let me hear of As of an advocate new vampt ; no more words, Get you off quickly, and make no murmurs, I shall pursue you else. La-writ. I have done sweet Gentlemen. \Exit. Verta. But we forget our selves, our friends and Children. Cham. We'l raise the country first, then take our fortunes. \Exeunt. Enter one Gentleman, and Lamira. I Gent. Shall I entreat for what I may command ? 436 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Lam. Think on my birth. I Gent. Here I am only Noble, A King, and thou in my dominions, fool, A subjeft and a slave. Lam. Be not a Tyrant, A ravisher of honour, gentle Sir, And I will think ye such, and on my knees, As to my Soveraign, pay a Subjefts duty, With prayers and tears. 1 Gent. I like this humble carriage, I will walk by, but kneel you still and weep too. It shews well, while I meditate on the prey, Before I seize it. Lam. Is there no mercie. Heaven ? Enter second Gent, and Anabel. 2 Gent. Not kiss you ? I will kiss and kiss again. Ana. Savage villain ! My Innocence be my strength, I do defie thee. Thus scorn and spit at thee ; will you come on Sir ? You are hot, there is a cooler. 2 Gent. A virago ? (dess. Ana. No, loathsome Goat, more, more, I am that God- That here with whips of steel in hell hereafter Scourge rape and theft. 2 Gent. I'le try your deity. Ana. My chastity, and this knife held by a Virgin, Against thy lust, thy sword and thee a Beast, Call on for the encounter. 2 Gent. Now what think you ? \T'hro'ws her and Are you a Goddess ? taks her Knife. Ana. In me their power suffers. That should proteft the Innocent. I Gent. I am all fire. And thou shalt quench it, and serve my pleasures. Come partner in the spoil and the reward. Let us enjoy our purchase. Lam. O Dinant ! O Heaven ! O Husband ! 437 THE LITTLE Act iv Ana. O my Cleremont ! 1 Gent. Two are our slaves they call on, bring 'em forth As they are chain'd together, let them see And suffer in the objeft. Enter Dinant, and Cleremont, hound by the rest of the Gent. 2 Gent. While we sit And without pity hear 'em. Cler. By my life, I suffer more for thee than for my self. Din. Be a man Cleremont^ and look upon 'em As such that not alone abus'd our service, Fed us with hopes most bitter in digestion, But when love fail'd, to draw on further mischief. The baits they laid for us, were our own honours. Which thus hath made us slaves too, worse than slaves. 2 Gent. He dies. I Gent. Pray hold, give him a little respite. Din. I see you now beyond expression wretched. The wit you brag'd of fool'd, that boasted honour. As you believ'd compass'd with walls of brass. To guard it sure, subjeft to be o'rethrown With the least blast of lust. Lam. A most sad truth. Din. That confidence which was not to be shaken In a perpetual fever, and those favours, Which with so strong and Ceremonious duty Your lover and a Gentleman long sought for. Sought, sued, and kneel'd in vain for, must you yield up To a licentious villain, that will hardly Allow you thanks for't. Cler. Something I must say too. And to you pretty one, though crying one ; To be hang'd now, when these worshipful benchers please, Though I know not their faces that condemn me, A little startles me, but a man is nothing, A Maidenhead is the thing, the thing all aim at ; Do not you wish now, and wish from your heart too, 438 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER When scarce sweet with my fears, I long lay by you Those fears you and your good Aunt put upon me, To make you sport, you had given a little hint, A touch or so, to tell me I was mortal, And by a mortal woman ? Ana. Pray you no more. Cler. If I had loos'd that virgin Zone, observe me, I would have hired the best of all our Poets To have sung so much, and so well in the honour Of that nights joy, that Ovids afternoon. Nor his Corinna should again be mention'd. Ana. I do repent, and wish I had. Cler. That's comfort, But now — 2 Gent. Another that will have it offer'd, Compel it to be offer'd, shall enjoy it. Cler. A rogue, a ruffian. 2 Gent. As you love your throat, — I Gent. Away with them. Ana. O Cleremont 1 Lam. O Dinant ! Din. I can but add your sorrows to my sorrows. Your fears to my fears. Cler. To your wishes mine, This slave may prove unable to perform, Till I perform the task that I was born for. Ana. Amen, amen. 1 Gent. Drag the slaves hence, for you A while I'le lock you up here, study all ways You can to please me, or the deed being done, You are but dead. 2 Gen. This strong Vault shall contain you. There think how many for your maidenhead Have pin'd away, and be prepar'd to lose it With penitence. 1 Gent. No humane help can save you. Ladyes. Help, help ! 2 Gent. You cry in vain, rocks cannot hear you. 439 o THE LITTLE Act v A£lus Quintus. Scena Prima. A Horrid noise of Musique within, Enter one and opens the door, in which Lamira and Anabel were shut, they in all fear. Cousin how I shake all this long night ! What frights and noises we have heard, still they The villains put on shapes to torture us, (encrease. And to their Devils form such preparations As if they were a hatching new dishonours, And fatal ruine, past dull mans invention. Goe not too far, and pray good Cousin Anabel, Hark a new noise. \^A strange Musick. i Ana. They are exquisite in mischief, Sackbut i^f Troop ( I will goe on, this room gives no protection, Musick. More than the next, what's that ? how sad and hollow. The sound comes to us. [Thieves peeping. Lam. Groaning ? or singing is it ? Louder. Ana. The wind I think, murmuring amongst old rooms. Lam. Now it grows lowder, sure some sad presage Of our foul loss — look now they peep. Ana. Pox peep 'em. Lam. O give them gentle language. Ana. Give 'em rats-bane. [Peep above. Lam. Now they are above. Ana. I would they were i'th' Center. Lam. Thou art so foolish desperate. Ana. Since we must lose. Lam. Call 'em brave fellows. Gentlemen. Ana. Call 'em rogues, Rogues as they are, rude rogues, uncivil villains. Lam. Look an thou woo't beware, dost thou feel the danger ? Ana. Till the danger feel me, thus will I talk still. And worse when that comes too ; they cannot eat me. This is a punishment, upon our own prides Most justly laid; we must abuse brave Gentlemen, Make 'em tame fools, and hobby-horses, laugh and jear at Such men too, and so handsom and so Noble, That howsoe're we seem'd to carry it — 440 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Wou'd 'twere to do again. Lam. I do confess cousin, I was too harsh, too foolish. Ana. Do you feel it? Do you find it now? take heed o'th' punishment. We might have had two gallant Gentlemen, Proper, young, O how it tortures me 1 Two Devils now, two rascals, two and twenty — Lam. O think not so. Ana. Nay an we 'scape so modestly — Lam. May we be worthy any eyes, or knowledge. When we are used thus ? Ana. Why not ? why do you cry ? Are we not women still ? what were we made for ? Lam. But thus, thus basely — Ana. 'Tis against our [wjills. And if there come a thousand so, — Lam. Out on thee. Ana. You are a fool, what we cannot resist. Why should we grieve and blush for ? there be women. And they that bear the name of excellent women Would give their whole estates to meet this fortune. Lam. Hark, a new noise. [New sound within. Ana. Let 'em goe on, I fear not. If wrangling, fighting and scratching cannot preserve me, Why so be it Cousin; if I be ordain'd To breed a race of rogues. — Enter four over the stage with Beaupre, and Verdone, hound and halters about their necks. Lam. They come. Ana. Be firm. They are welcom. Lam. What mask of death is this ? O my dear Brother. Ana. My Couz too; why now y'are glorious villains. Lam. O shall we lose our honours ? Ana. Let 'em goe. When death prepares the way, they are but Pageants. Why must these dye ? Beau. Lament your own misfortunes, 441 THE LITTLE Act v We perish happily before your ruins. Ana. Has mischief ne'r a tongue ? I Gent. Yes foolish woman, Our Captains will is death. Ana. You dare not do it. Tell thy base boisterous Captain what I say, Thy lawless Captain that he dares not; Do you laugh you rogue ? you pamper'd rogue ? Lam. Good Sir, Good Cousin gently, as y'are a Gentleman, — Ana. A Gentleman? a slave, a dog, the devils harbinger. Lam. Sir as you had a Mother. Ana. He a Mother? Shame not the name of Mother, a she Bear A bloody old wolf bitch, a woman Mother ? Looks that rude lump, as if he had a Mother ? Intreat him ? hang him, do thy worst, thou dar'st not, Thou dar'st not wrong their lives, thy Captain dares not. They are persons of more price. Ver. What e're we suffer Let not your angers wrong you. Ana. You cannot suffer. The men that do this deed, must live i'th' moon Free from the gripe of Justice. Lam. Is it not better ? Ana. Is it not better ? let 'em goe on like rascals And put false faces on; they dare not do it; Flatter such scabbs of nature ? Gent. Woman, woman The next work is with you. Ana. Unbind those Gentlemen, And put their fatal fortunes on our necks. Lam. As you have mercy do. Ana. As you are monsters. Lam. Fright us no more with shipwrack of our honours Nor if there be a guilt by us committed Let it endanger those. Ana. I say they dare not. There be a thousand gallouses, ye rogues. Tortures, ye bloody rogues, wheels. 442 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Gent. Away. Lam. Stay. jlna. Stay. Stay and I'le flatter too : good sweet fac'd Gentlemen, You excellent in honesty; O Kinsmen ! Noble kinsmen ! Gent. Away with 'em. [Ex. Ver. Beaup. and Gent. Jna. Stay yet. The Devil and his lovely dam walk with you, Come fortify your self, if they do dy. Which all their ruggedness cannot rack into me, They cannot find an hour more Innocent, Nor more friends to revenge 'em. Enter Cleremont, disguis'd. Lam. Now stand constant. For now our tryal's come. Cler. This beautie's mine, Your minute moves not yet. Lam. She sinks if Christian, If any spark of noble heat. — C/er. Rise Lady And fearless rise, there's no dishonour meant you, Do you know my tongue ? j^na. I have heard it. C/er. Mark it better, 1 am one that loves you, fairly, nobly loves you, Look on my face ? Jna. O Sir? C/er. No more words, softly Hark, but hark wisely how, understand well, Suspeft not, fear not. Jna. You have brought me comfort. C/er. If you think me worthy of your husband, I am no rogue nor Begger, if you dare do thus — jina. You are Monsieur C/eremont. C/er. I am the same. If you dare venture, speak, if not I leave you. And leave you to the mercy of these villains That will not wooe ye much. 443 THE LITTLE Act v Ana, Save my reputation, And free me from these slaves. Cler. By this kiss I'le do it, And from the least dishonour they dare aim at you, I have a Priest too, shall be ready. Ana. You are forward. Lam. Is this my constant cousin ? howr she whispers. Kisses and huggs the thief ! Ana. You'l offer nothing. Cler. Till all be tyed, Not as I am a Gentleman. Ana. Can you relieve my Aunt too ? Cler. Not yet Mistris, But fear nothing, all shall be well, away quickly It must be done i'th' moment or — Ana. I am with ye. Cler. I'le know now who sleeps by me, keep your standing. \^Ex. Cler. and Anabel. Lam. Well, go thy way, and thine own shame dwell with Is this the constancy she shew'd, the bravery ? (thee. The dear love and the life she ow'd her kinsmen ? brave tongue, valiant glorious woman ! Is this the noble anger you arriv'd at ? Are these the thieves you scorn'd, the rogues you rail'd at ? The scabs and scums of nature ? O fair modesty. Excellent vertue, whither art thou fled ? What hand O Heaven is over us, when strong virgins Yield to their fears, and to their fears their fortunes ? Never belief come near me more, farewel wench, A long farewel from all that ever knew thee : My turn is next, 1 am resolv'd, it comes But in a nobler shape, ha ? Enter Dinant. Din. Blesse ye Lady. Lam. Indeed Sir, I had need of many blessings. For all the hours I have had since I came here. Have been so many curses. How got you liberty ? For I presume you come to comfort me. 444 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Din. To comfort you, and love you, 'tis most true, My bondage was as yours, as full of bitterness And every hour my death. Lam. Heaven was your comfort. Din. Till the last evening, sitting full of sadness. Wailing, sweet Mistris, your unhappy fortunes, (Mine own I had the least care of) round about me The Captain and the company stood gaping. When I began the story of my love To you fair Saint, and with so full a sorrow, Follow'd each point, that even from those rude eyes. That never knew what pity meant or mercy, There stole down soft relentings: take heed Mistris, And let not such unholy hearts outdo you. The soft plum'd god will see again; thus taken. As men transform'd writh the strange tale I told. They stood amaz'd, then bid me rise and live, Take liberty and means to see your person. And wisht me prosperous in your love, wish you so. Be wise and loving Lady, shew but you so. Lam. O Sir, are these fit hours to talk of love in ? Shall we make fools of our affliftions ? Can any thing sound sweetly in mine ears, Where all the noise of bloody horrour is i' My Brother, and my Cousin, they are dead Sir, Dead, basely dead, is this an age to fool in ? And I my self, I know not what I shall be. Yet I must thank you, and if happily You had ask'd me yesterday, when these were living, And my fears less, I might have hearkned to you. Din. Peace to your grief, I bind you to your word. Enter Cleremont, Anabel, Beaupre, Verdone, Charlote, Nurse, the two Gentlemen. Lam. How ? do you conjure ? Din. Not to raise dreadfull apparitions. Madam, But such as you would gladly see. Lam. My Brother, and nephew living ? Beau. And both owe their lives To the favour of these Gentlemen. 445 THE LITTLE Act v f^erd. Who deserve Our service, and for us, your gracious thanks. Lam. Which I give freely, and become a suitor, To be hereafter more familiar [Kisse, With such great wrorth and vertue. I Gent. Ever think us Your servants. Madam. Cler. Why if thou wilt needs know^ How we are freed, I will discover it, And with laconick brevity : these Gentlemen This night incountring with those outlaws that Yesterday made us prisoners, and as we were Attempted by 'em they with greater courage, (I am sure with better fortune) not alone. Guarded themselves, but forc'd the bloody thieves, Being got between them, and this hellish Cave, For safety of their lives, to fly up higher Into the woods, all left to their possession. This sav'd your Brother, and your nephew from The gibbet, this redeem'd me from my Chains, And gave my friend his liberty, this preserv'd Your honour ready to be lost. Din. But that I know this for a ly, and that the thieves And gentlemen, are the same men, by my praftice Suborn'd to this, he does deliver it With such a constant brow, that I am doubtfull, I should believe him too. 1 Gent. If we did well. We are rewarded. 2 Gent. Thanks but takes away From what was freely purpos'd. Cler. Now by this hand, You have so cunningly discharg'd your parts. That while we live, rest confident you shall Command Dinant and Cleremont; nor Beaupre, Nor Verdone scents it: for the Ladies, they Were easie to be gull'd. I Gent. 'Twas but a jest. And yet the jest may chance to break our necks 446 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Should it be known. Cler. Fear nothing. Din. Cleremont, Say, what success ? Cler. As thou wouldst wish, 'tis done Lad, The grove will witness with me, that this night I lay not like a block : but how speed you ? Din. I yet am in suspence, devise some means To get these oiF, and speedily. Cler. I have it. Come, we are dull, I think that the good fellows. Our predecessors in this place, were not So foolish, and improvident husbands, but 'Twill yield us meat and wine. I Gent. Let's ransack it, 'Tis ours now by the Law. Cler. How say you sweet one. Have you an appetite ? Ana. To walk again I'th' Woods, if you think fit, rather than eat. Cler. A little respite prethee; nay blush not, You ask but what's your own, and warrantable : Monsieur, Beaupre, Verdone, What think you of the motion ? f^erd. Lead the way. Beau. We follow willingly. \^Ex. Man. Din. and Lam. Cler. When you shall think fit. We will expeft you. Din. Now be mistris of Your promise Lady. Lam. 'Twas to give you hearing. Din. But that word hearing, did include a grant. And you must make it good. Lam. Must ? Din. Must and shall, I will be fool'd no more, you had your tricks; Made properties of me, and of my friend ; Presum'd upon your power, and whip'd me with The rod of mine own dotage: do not flatter Your self with hope, that any humane help 447 THE LITTLE Act v Can free you, and for aid by miracle A base unthankfull woman is unworthy. Lam. You will not force me ? Din. Rather than enjoy you With your consent, because I will torment you; I'le make you feel the efFedts of abus'd love. And glory in your torture. Lam. Brother, Nephew, Help, help, for Heavens sake. Din. Tear your throat, cry louder, Though every leaf, these trees bear, were an Echo, And summon'd in your best friends to redeem you. It should be fruitless : 'tis not that I love you. Or value those delights you prize so high. That I'le enjoy you, a French crown will buy More sport, and a companion, to whom. You in your best trim are an Ethiop. Lam. Forbear me then. Din. Not so, I'le do't in spite. And break that stubborn disobedient will. That hath so long held out, that boasted honour I will make equal with a common Whores; The spring of Chastity, that fed your pride. And grew into a River of vain glory, I will defile with mudd, the mudd of lust, And make it loathsome even to goats. Lam. O Heaven ! No pity Sir? Din. You taught me to be cruel. And dare you think of mercy ? I'le tell thee fool. Those that surpriz'd thee, were my instruments, I can plot too good Madam, you shall find it : And in the stead of licking of my fingers. Kneeling and whining like a boy new breech'd. To get a toy forsooth, not worth an apple, Thus make my way, and with Authority Command what I would have. Lam. I am lost for ever : Good Sir, I do confess my fault, my gross fault. And yield my self up, miserable guilty ; 448 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Thus kneeling I confess, you cannot study Sufficient punishments to load me with ; I am in your power, and I confess again, You cannot be too cruel: if there be, Besides the loss of my long guarded honour, Any thing else to make the ballance even, Pray put it in, all hopes, all helpes have left me ; I am girt round with sorrow, hell's about me, And ravishment the least that I can look for. Do what you please. Din. Indeed I will do nothing. Nor touch nor hurt you Lady, nor had ever Such a lewd purpose. Lam. Can there be such goodness, And in a man so injur'd? Din. Be confirm'd in't. I seal it thus: I must confess you vex'd me. In fooling me so often, and those fears You threw upon me call'd for a requital. Which now I have return'd, all unchast love Dinant thus throws away; live to man-kind. As you have done to me, and I will honour Your vertue, and no more think of your beauty. Lam. All I possess, comes short of satisfaction. Din, No complements: the terrours of this night Imagine but a fearfull dream, and so With ease forget it: for Dinant., that labour'd To blast your honour, is a Champion for it, And will proteft and guard it. Lam. 'Tis as safe then. As if a compleat Army undertook it. [Exeunt. Enter La-writ, Sampson, Clyents. y( La-writ. Do not perswade me gentle Monsieur Sampson, I am a mortal man again, a Lawyer, My martiall part I have put off. Sam. Sweet Monsieur, Let but our honours teach us. La-writ. Monsieur Sampson, My honourable friend, my valiant friend, B.-F. III. F F 449 THE LITTLE Act v Be but so beaten, forward my brave Clients, I am yours, and you are mine again, be but so thrasht, Receive that Castigation w^ith a cudgel. Sam. Which calls upon us for a Reparation. La-writ. I have, it cost me half a crow^n, I bear it All over me, I bear it Monsieur Sampson ; The oyls, and the old wroman that repairs to me. To 'noint my beaten body. Sam. It concerns you, You have been sw^ing'd. La-writ. Let it concern thee too ; Goe and be beaten, speak scurvy words, as I did. Speak to that Lion Lord, waken his anger, And have a hundred Bastinado's, doe; Three broken pates, thy teeth knockt out, do Sampson, Thy valiant arms and leggs beaten to Poultesses, Do silly Sampson, do. 1 Cly. You wrong the Gentleman, To put him out of his right mind thus : You wrong us, and our Causes. La~writ. Down with him Gentlemen, Turn him, and beat him, if he break our peace. Then when thou hast been Lam'd, thy small guts perisht. Then talk to me, before I scorn thy counsel, Feel what I feel, and let my Lord repair thee. Sam. And can the brave La-writ — 2 Cly. Tempt him no further. Be warn'd and say no more. La-writ. If thou doest, Sampson, Thou seest my Mirmidons, I'le let 'em loose. That in a moment — Sam. I say nothing. Sir, but I could wish — La-writ. They shall destroy thee wishing ; There's ne'r a man of these, but have lost ten causes. Dearer then ten mens lives; tempt, and thou diest: Goe home, and smile upon my Lord, thine Uncle, Take Mony of the men thou mean'st to Cousin, Drink Wine, and eat good meat, and live discreetly. Talk little, 'tis an antidote against a beating; Keep thy hand from thy sword, and from thy Laundress placket, 450 Sc. 1 FRENCH LAWYER And thou wilt live long. 1 Cly. Give ear, and be instrufted. La-writ. I find I am viriser than a Justice of Peace now, Give me the wisdom that's beaten into a man That sticks still by him : art thou a new man ? Sam. Yes, yes, Thy learned precepts have inchanted me. La-writ. Goe my son Sampson, I have now begot thee, I'le send thee causes; speak to thy Lord, and live. And lay my share bj, goe and live in peace, Put on new suits, and shew fit for thy place; That man negledlis his living, is an Asse : [^Exit Samp. Farewel ; come chearily boyes, about our business, Now welcom tongue again, hang Swords. I Cly. Sweet Advocate. [Exeunt, Enter Nurse, and Charlote. Nur. I know not wench, they may call 'em what they will, Outlawes, or thieves, but I am sure, to me One was an honest man, he us'd me well. What I did, 'tis no matter, he complain'd not. Char. I must confess, there was one bold with me too. Some coy thing would say rude, but 'tis no matter, I was to pay a Waiting womans ransom. And I have don't, and I would pay't again. Were I ta'n to morrow. Nur. Alas, there was no hurt. If 't be a sin for such as live at hard meat. And keep a long Lent, in the woods as they do. To taste a little flesh. Char. God help the Courtiers, That lye at rack and manger. Nur. I shall love A thief the better for this while I live. They are men of a charitable vocation. And give where there is need, and with discretion. And put a good speed penny in my purse, That has been empty twenty years. Char. Peace Nurse, Farewel, and cry not rost meat, me thinks Cleremont FF2 451 THE LITTLE Act v And my Lady Anabel are in one night, Familiarly acquainted. T^ur. I observe it, If she have got a penny too. Enter Vertaign, Champernel, and Provost. Charl. No more, My Lord Monsieur Vertaigne, the provost too. Haste and acquaint my Lady. [Ex. Nur, and Char, Pro. Wonderous strange. Vert. 'Tis true Sir, on my credit. Cham. O mine honour. Pro. I have been provost-Marshal twenty years, And have trussed up a thousand of these rascals. But so near Paris yet I never met writh One of that Brotherhood. Cham. We to our cost have. But will you search the wood ? Pro. It is beset. They cannot scape us, nothing makes me wonder, So much as having you within their power They let you goe ; it was a Courtesy, That French thieves use not often, I much pity The Gentle Ladies, yet I know not how, I rather hope than fear. Enter Dinant, Cleremont, Verdone, Beaupre, Lamira, Anabel, Charlote, Nurse. Are these the prisoners? Din. We were such. Ferd. Kill me not, excess of joy. Cham. I see thou livest, but hast thou had no foul fplay ? Lam. No on my soul, my usage hath been noble. Far from all violence. Cham. How were you freed ? But kiss me first, we'l talk of that at leasure, I am glad I have thee; Niece how you keep off. As you knew me not ? Ana. Sir, I am where I owe most duty. 452 Sc. I FRENCH LAWYER Cler. 'Tis indeed most true Sir, The man that should have been your bedfellow Your Lordships bedfellow, that could not smell out A Virgin of sixteen, that was your fool, To make you merry, this poor simple fellow Has met the maid again, and now she knows He is a man. Cham. How ! is she dishonoured ? Cler. Not unless marriage be dishonourable, Heaven is a witness of our happy contract. And the next Priest we meet shall warrant it To all the world: I lay with her in jeast, 'Tis turn'd to earnest now. Cham. Is this true, Niece ? Din. Her blushing silence grants it; nay Sir storm not, He is my friend, and I can make this good. His birth and fortunes equal hers, your Lordship Might have sought out a worse, we are all friends too. All differences end thus. Now Sir, unless You would raise new dissentions, make perfect What is so well begun. Fert. That were not manly. Lam. Let me perswade you. Cham. Well God give you joy. She shall not come a Begger to you Sir. For you Monsieur Dinant 'ere long I'le shew you ■'' ' • Another Niece, to this not much inferiour. As you shall like proceed. Din. I thank you Sir. Cham. Back then to Paris: well that travel ends That makes of deadly enemies perfedt friends. [Exeunt omnes. 453 THE LITTLE FRENCH LAWYER Prologue. To promise much, before a play begin, And when 'tis done, ask pardon, were a sin TVe'l not be guilty of: and to excuse Before we know a fault, were to abuse The writers and our selves, for I dare say We all are fooVd if this be not a Play, And such a play as shall (so should plays do) Imp times dull wings, and make you merry too. "Twas to that purpose writ, so we intend it And we have our wisht ends, if you commend it. Epilogue. Gentlemen, I Am sent forth to enquire what you decree Of us and of our Poets, they will be This night exceeding merry, so will we If you approve their labours. They profess Tou are their Patrons, and we say no less. Resolve us then, for you can only tell Whether we have done idUy or done well. 454 APPENDIX. In the following references to the text the lines are numbered from the top of the page, including titles, acts, stage directions, dr^c. , but not, of course, the headline or mere 'rules.' Where, as in the lists of Persons Represented, there are double columns, the right-hand column is numbered after the left. It has not been thought necessary to record the correction of every turned letter nor the substitution of marks of interrogation for marks of exclamation and vice versA. Full-stops have been silently inserted at the ends of speeches and each fresh speaker has been given the dignity of a fresh line : in the double-columned folio the speeches are frequently run on. Only misprints of interest in the Quartos and the First Folio are recorded. THE ELDER BROTHER and WIT WITHOUT MONEY. Additions to Appendix, Vol. II. for D read A — D. P- P- P- 1.25- 450, 1. 23. 451, 1- 39- 452, 1- 9- for E read A, D, E. for E read A — E. for A adds read A and D add. 503, 1. 41. for 1. 21 read\. 31. 1. 46. for A— C read A— D. 1. 12. for thing read creatures. !• 37- /"'' A read A and B. THE MAD LOVER. Variations are those of the ist folio unless otherwise stated. p. I, 11. 3 — 38. Not in ist folio. p. 2, 1. 19. Generall Generall. 1. 33 stage direction'] Drum within. p. 3, 1. 1. reads Drum only. 1. 15. ye dare. 1. 36. damp't. p. 4, 1. 27. has. Is troubled. y broken off in 2nd folio, undigested done. 1. 38. ofawarre. 1. 12. her backe. 2nd folio misprints] plauge. Some though, must sweat ; bring. 1. 37. Adds 1.32. If P- 1.31. p. 6, 1. 32. p. 7, 1. 23. how. 1. 31. p. 8, 1. 4. . 9, 1. 10. Thou't. p. 10, 1. 16. p. 12, 1. 9. p. 13, 1. 39. p. 14, 1. I. too [omits ake]. p. 15, 1- IS- p. 16, 1. 2. 1. 27. consideration what, or 2nd folio misprints'] Men. 1. 22. You men of wars. 1.34- prizes, I thinke By wambling. And money. 1. 36. and thou. Stage direction] Captains. 2nd folio] Princess, Calls. 1. 9. 1. 31. a tumes. feete has. 1. 27. beares ye. 1. 19. 1. 36. Or he. Has. 1. 23. shankes And talke. 1. 31- the spirits. 1- 31. 1. 38. all his heart. Empire. Omits for. ..that. 1. 40. higher 455 APPENDIX P- *7i !• 3- Adds Finis Actus Primi. 1. 31. Is here. p. 18, I. 17. be strange. P- ^9. !• 36- 2nd folio misprints] Cni. p. 21, I. 9. get he. 1. 23. Sure is. I. 35. all dangers. p. 22, 1. 12. bids the. 1. 20. a prize. 1. 22. am well content. p. 23, 1. I. the sweets. 1. i. other Word. 1. 15. breath of ayres. 1. 18. the deaths. 1. 20. they weepe. 1. 25. and knowne. p. 24, 1. 27. ofbeautie. 1. 28. I woo'd. 1. 30. she dare. p. 25, 1. 15. Foole and Page. p. 16. wits two, an ye. p. 26, 1. 3. Boy Ed. Hor. 1. 34. a glotes. I. 39. has a. p. 27, 1. 25. he dare. 1. 32. ye Scarrubbs. p. 28, 1. 7. Gowts a.. p. 29, 1. 7. Omits and. 1. 15. Is slow. 1. 38. a blushes. p. 30, 1. 24. a shame. 1. 39. Thou doest. P- 3i> 1- 33- Adds Finis Actus Secundi. 1. 35. a Priest. p. 32, 1. 5. Omits Enter Cleanthe. 1. 10. strange waite. 1. 24. Adds the line\ Be not so spiced, 'tis good gold. 1. 26. I know you. P- 33j !• 30' and worke. 1. 35. thy catine. p. 34, 1. 7. shall hide. 1. 18. 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Adds ■ if all hit after friend and begins the next line Chi. Hang, etc, 456 THE LOYAL SUBJECT p. 47. 1- 9- ^(^^ Finis Actus Tertii. 1. ii. Servant and R. Bax, and. 1. 12. A stirs a stirs. I. 26. barkes. p. 48, 1. 34. and whom. p. 49. 1- 26. his fierce. 1. 29. roome then. 1. 30. and old. 1. 33. your rare. 1. 37. her Ladies, p. 50, 1. 12. I must. p. 51. 1. 2. has. 1.7. 2nd folio »2w/««/i] Philax. p. 52, 1. I. Adds as follows] Clo. Why that ye wo't of, Chi. The tume the good turne ? Clo. Any turne the Roche tume; Chi. That's the right turne for that tumes up the bellie, I cannot, etc. 1. 17. as brickie. 1. 20. That think no. p. 55, 1. 7. ath'. 1.8. ath' the. 1. 17. weaker. 1. 29. a that. 1. 38. a will. p. 56, 1. 26. 2nd folio misprints'] ne's. 1. 29. A comes. 1. 35. stand up my. p. 57, 1. 14. rogue. 1. 21. art ta? 1. 23. art ta? 1. 32. thou art a. 1. 39. doe ye. p. 58, 1. 18. Lyons. 1. 26. Adds Finis Actus Quarti. 1. 28. Priest. 1. 30. a your. p. 60, 1. 9. cure this. 1. 10. He's man. 1. 12. is now. 1. 16. Oracle, Arras. p. 61, 1. 36. therefore, thy. p. 62, 1. 3. Therefore be. 1. 9. I shall. 1. 19. a had. 1. 36. 2nd folio] ha' ! p. 63, 1. 6. A will. 1. 14. makes he. 1. 28. Battell. p. 64, 1. 2. Omits and. 1. 7. in boyes in boyes. 1. 38. 2nd folio misprints] Cle. p. 65, 1. 17. Omits her. p. 67, 1. 10. Ts\i^ioX\o omitsldix. (char.). 1. 10. Chickens. I. 24. weepes. 1. 26. A was. 1. 27. Ye have. p. 69, 1. 8. and like. 1. 33. Cleanthe, Curtisan, Lords. p. 70, 1. 6. my glorious. 1. 34. a sight. 1. 36. ye could. Adds as next line] Roome before there. Knock. p. 71, 1. 8. Prints To the, etc., aj a separate line and as a heading. 1. 9. For Eum. reads i. Cap. p. 73, 1. 15. lov'sther. 1. 31. 2nd folio] Sister ! p. 75, 1- 13- tlie Saylors sing. 1. 28. utters. 1. 32. Adds Finis. THE LOYAL SUBJECT. p. 76, 11. 3 — 40. Not in ist folio. p. 78, 1. 14. Archus. 1. 15. souldier. 1. 23. Archus. 1. 37. now you. 457 APPENDIX p. 79, 1- 4- p. 8o, 1. 24 p. 82, 1. 4. P- 84, 1. 35 p. 86, 1. z. p. 87, 1. I. p. 90, 1. 4. p. 91, 1. 6. p. 92, 1. 8. p. 94, 1. 14. p. 96, 1. 18. noise. p. 97, 1. 23. p. 103, 1. 35. p. 106, 1. 16. p. 107, 1. 18. p. 112, 1. 8. Jirints] Aac. p. 113, 1. 30. 114, 1. 34- "5. 1- 3- 116, I. 1. 117, 1. 21. 118, 1. 17. 119, 1. 21. p. 120, 1. 34. p. 123, 1. 37. p. 124, 1. II. p. 125, 1. I. p. 127, 1. 16. P' 2nd folio misprints] Pet. eyes. But to. 1. 31. 2nd folio misprints'] Augel. 2nd folio misprints'] Gentlenem. pray ye be. 1. 38. thanke high heaven. 2nd folio] in' ? 1. 30. Omits Exit, a pieces. 1. 30. beseech yee. marvelous fine, too late to. 1. 10. tremble. 1. 30. Adds Exeunt. Of every. 2nd folio misprints] may. 1. 34. and 'has. I. 38. And who, for. 1. 25. And shewrd. 2nd folio misprints] Lorship. 2nd folio] feed then. it fits so. fishmarket. 1. 28. paintings. 'has. 1. 34. blame ye. 'Has. ye see. 1. 28. me Armes. 1. 38. Thanke ye. 1. 18. me too far. content like harmles. the fashion to. 1. 32. 2nd folio mis- None, none my Lord. 1. 31. he is. 1. 38. 2nd folio misprints] Is. 1. 10. Omits please. ungrased. art not mad. serv'd yee. Omits do. 1. 15. women. 1. 21. thinke ye. it ; 'sod if. 1. 24. Wickedly. yeare. 128, 1. 9. Reads stage direction] Exit, p. 130, 1. 6. 2nd folio misprints] Bur. p. 134, 1. 31. hast ruine. p. 136, 1. 31. The catchword at the foot of the page in the ist folio is And. ■ p. 138, 1. 37. 2nd folio] Broms. p. 139, I. I. no trade. 1. 7. 2nd folio] traeds. p. 140, 1. 27. of your. p. 141, 1. 37. thats that. 1. 39. 2nd folio misprints] Hoa. p. 142, 1. 30. 2nd folio misprints] Dou. p. 146, 1. 18. tal. p. 147, 1. 22. Omits are. p. 148, 1. 36. till ye. 458 RULE A WIFE, AND HAVE A WIFE p. 149, 1- 40. Adds Exit. p. 150, 1. 8. that told. 1.18. 2nd folio >««>/«»^j] guily. p. 151, 1. 13. Sword. 1. 31. and Kits. 1. 36. well meet. P- 153. 1. 15. 'May do. 1. 25. see these. p. 154, 1. 9. beleeve ye. 1. 11. not we. P- 15s, 1. 31. Archas yet? p. 157, 1. 10. Pray you. 1. 27. shines. p. 162, 1. 29. not slacke. p. 167, 1. 22. The boy. p. 168, 1. 38. Hymens rights. p. 169, 1. 34. Adds Finis. RULE A WIFE, AND HAVE A WIFE. The Dramatis Personae are not given in the quarto of 1640 nor in the 2nd folio. They are as follows: — Duke of Medina. Juan de Castro, Sanchio, Alonzo, Michael Perez, Officers. Leon, Altea's brother. Cacafogo, a usurer. Lorenzo. Coachman, etc. Margarita, Altea. Estifania. Clara. Three old ladies. Old woman. Maids, etc. Unless where otherwise stated the following variations are from the quarto of 1640, the title-page of which runs thus: — Rule a Wife | And have a Wife. | A Comoedy. | Acted by his | Majesties Servants. | Written by | John Fletcher I Gent. | Oxford, | Printed by Leonard Lichfield | Printer to the University. | Anno 1640. p. 170, 1. 30. mouth. p. 171, 1. 14. most subtlest. 1. 18. With yee. 1. 19. them. 1. 38 and often elsewhere] urafor 'em. p. 172, 1. -i. the picke. p. 173, 1. 22. thank ye. p. 175,1. I. Yes I. 1. 29. Exit. 1. 31. mine ayme. p. 176, 1. 30. 2nd folio /rzK/j] calling. | And p. 178, 1. 10. astarv'd. 1. 22. look'st. 1. 24. 2nd folio otm/Ww^j-] hear. p. 179. 1- 33- Or any. p. 182, 11. 6, etc. Quarto frequently prints 4. for Altea here and in similar places. 1. 33. doubty. p. 183, 1. 2. Has not. 1. 3. 2nd folio misprints] hin. 1. 5. Has no. 1. 38. 2nd folio misprints] compaines. p. 184, 1. 13. a house. p. 185, 1. i. Altea, the Ladies. 1. 4. has been. p. 187, 1. 26. I finde. p. 189, 1. 28. enter'd here. 1. 39. salute him. p. 190, 1. 25. if she. p. 194, 11. 8 and 1 1. Omits Lady here and often similarly elsewhere. p. 196, 1. 26. Exit. p. 197, 1. 20. basinesse. 459 APPENDIX p. 198, 1. 29 (some copies), and mine too. 1. 32. have meaner. 1. 39. ind folio misprints] Jaun. p. 200, 1. 8. Some copies read] laugh him, leave ager. p. 201, 1. 2. Adds the following line] It is a Ladies, what's the Ladies name vifench. 1. 6. a the. 1. 23. they are. 1. 38. flea me. p. 202, 1. 27. Nor I. 1. 28. Omits of. p. 203, 1. 13. Tas. 1. 17. as ere I looked on. p. 204,1. 20. Both into. 1. 37. Adds the following line] And hold it to my use, the law allowes it, p. 206, 1. 38. I have seen. p. 207, 1. 3. Save. 1. 29. Is possest. p. 208, 1. I. a your. 1. 17. bless ye. p. 209, 1. 5. believe ye. 1. 6. Pray ye. 1. 12. after ye. 1. 18. forgot ye. 1. 34. vild, vild. p. 210, 1. 15. 2nd folio] do brave. Captain. p. 211, 1. 10. 2nd folio misprints] Ptithee. 1. 23. put your fury up, Sir. 1. 32. colt ye. 1. 33. teach ye. p. 212, 1. 22. on, it looked so. 1. 30. Pray ye. p. 213, 1. 39. heere Don Juan. p. 214, 1. 30. 'Tas. 1. 33. Omits do. p. 215, 1. 21. all sit. 1. 28. Has. p. 216, 1. 22. 2nd folio OTzV/Wre/j] thinks. 1- 31. I goe alas. I. 38. linnens. p. 220, 1. J. Has. 1. 21. I use. p. 223, 1. 10. 2nd folio misprints] Perox. 1. 14. 2nd folio misprints] haugh. p. 227, 1. 12. 2nd folio] Dagge. 1. 24. Nor never, p. 228, 1. 17. 2nd folio misprints] millius. 11. 18 and ig. pawn'd um. p. 230, 1. XI. A that. p. 231, 1. 16. too Templers. 1. 35. 2nd folio misprints] deah. p. 234, 1. 25. raignes. 1. 12. AddsYxms. 1. 24. abuseyour. 1. 29. president. THE LAWS OF CANDY. The following variations are those of the ist folio unless otherwise stated, p. 236, 11. 2 — 43. Not in ist folio, p. 237, 1. 9. insolencie. 1. 19. these many plagues, p. 238, I. 15. 2nd folio] pretty. 1. i6. But this. 1. 21. are these, p. 241, 1. 40. 2nd folio misprints] aud. p. 242, 1. 12. and had. p. 243, 1. 31. you sit? [omits Sir], p. 245, 1. 7. And as if. 1. 18. fuerie, then warrant, p. 247, 1. 32. 2nd folio] tell, p. 248, 1. II. Lord. 1. 13. Cassilanes. 460 THE FALSE ONE p. 249, 1. g. add debters. P- 251, 1. 31. so manded. p. 252, 1. n. so bold. p. 253, 1. 8. teaching there. P- 254> 1. 34- by lolus. 1. 38. 3nd folio misprints] bravel. p. 255, 1. 3. I am borne. 1. 23. 2nd folio misprints'] your. P- 257. 11- 33 and 34. — with your blessings, Then growne. 37. even unto. P- 259, 1- 33- Omits If. p. 260,. I. 32. percusseere the. p. 262, 1. 20. 2nd folio] loss. 1. 25. 2nd folio] Erot. p. 266,1. 16. 2nd folio] Casp. Te be inserted between pp. 460 and 461, Beaumont and Fletcher Vol. Hi. aiue. RULE A WIFE, AND HAVE A WIFE. t has Addenda to Variants. p. 194, 1. 17. the first. p. 198, 1. 38. mine owne. p. 202, 1. 6. but these, p. 207, 1. 17. you much joy. p. 211, 1. 22. is an. p. 221, 1. 17. Estifanias. ag'd. p. 283, 1. 29. So a. p. 286, 1. 7. Porphino. 1. 18. 2nd folio misprints] Mie. p. 288, 1. 18. 2nd folio misprints] Chornicled. 1. 25. 'Has. p. 291, 1. 15. intreates. p. 299, 1. 16. Adds Finis. THE FALSE ONE. p. 300, 11. 5 — 39. Not in ist folio. p. 301, 1. 3. 2nd folio] Achil. Love the K. 1. 30. frequent in this. 1. 31. to safe. p. 302, 1. 13. and give. P- 303> !• lo- 2nd folio here and frequently prints] Septinius. p. 304, 11. 3 and 4. o' these... foole us ; 1.7. 2nd folio »«/j^?7'«/^] Aeh. p. 305, 1. 7. Till they. 1. 24. 2nd folio misprints] aud. p. 309, 1. 30. A missing bracket has been added before Photinus. 461 APPENDIX p. 198, 1. 29 (some copies), and ruine too. 1. 32. have meaner. 1. 39. 2nd folio misprints'] Jaun. p. 200, 1. 8. Some copies read] laugh him, leave ager. p. 201, 1. 2. Adds the following line] It is a Ladies, what's the Ladies name wench. 1. 6. a the. 1. 23. they are. 1. 38. flea me. p. 202, 1. 27. Nor I. 1. 28. Omits of. p. 203, 1. 13. Tas. 1. 17. as ere I looked on. p. 204, 1. 20. Both into. 1. 37. Adds the following line] And hold it to my use, the law allowes it, p. 206, 1. 38. I have seen. p. 207, 1. 3. Save. 1. 29. Is possest. p. 208, 1. I. a your. 1. 17. bless ye. p. 209, 1. 5. believe ye. 1. 6. Pray ye. forgot ye. 1. 34. vild, vild. p. 210, 1. 15. 2nd folio] do bravp- Po-*-— p. 211 ' Sir. 1. 1. 12. after ye. 1. 18. p. 212, p. ZI3, p. 214, P- 215, p. 216, linnens. p. 220, p. 223, haugh. 1 p. 227, p. 228, p- 230, p- 231, ^ ...wau^lCiS. p- 234. 1.25. raignes, 1. i-z. president. 1. 35. 2nd folio misprints] deah. AddsYivcG. 1. 24. abuse your. 1. 29. THE LAWS OF CANDY. The following variations are those of the ist folio unless otherwise stated. p. 236, 11. 1 — 43. Not in ist folio. p. 237, 1. 9. insolencie. 1. 19. these many plagues. 2nd folio] pretty. 1. 16. But this. 1. 21. are these. 2nd folio misprints] aud. and had. you sit ? [omits Sir]. And as if. 1. 18. fuerie, then warrant. 2nd folio] tell. Lord. 1. 13. Cassilanes. p- 238, 15- p- 241, 40. p- 242, 12. p- 243, 31- p- 245. 7- p- 247. 32. p- 248, II. 460 THE FALSE ONE p. 249, 1- 9- add debters. p. 251, 1. 31. so manded. p. 252, 1. II. so bold. p. 253, 1. 8. teaching there. P- 254i 1- 34- t)y lolus. 1. 38. 2nd folio misprints] bravel. p. 255, 1. 3. I am borne. 1. 22. 2nd folio misprints'] your. p. 257, 11. 33 and 34. — with your blessings, Then growne. 1. 37. even unto. p. 259, 1. 33. Omits If. p. 260, 1. 32. percusseere the. p. 262, 1. 20. 2nd folio] loss. 1. 25. 2nd folio] Erot. p. 266, 1. 16. 2nd folio] Casp. p. 267, 1. 16. This tempest-wearied. 1. 30. Pray. p. 269, 1. 4, Please. 1. 13. Your much. p. 270, 1. 30. please. p. 271, 1. 21. thou didst. 1. 22. lose by it. p. 272, 11. 13 and 17. Adds stage directions] Musick. Musick againe. 1. 22. Omits stage direction] Musick. p. 273, 1. 4. for it. 1. 18. griefes. 1. 24. A missing bracket has been added at the end of the line. p. 274, 1. 38. wake. p. 275, 1. I. pray. 1. 23. thy owne. p. 277, 1. 7. is it. 1. 27. do arive. 1. 31. crueller. p. 279, 1. 3. please ye. 1. 9. would you. 1. 30. 'has more 'gag'd. p. 280, 1. 31. spake. p. 281, 1. 10. do ye. 1. 40. Ye are. p. 282, 1. 20. He? feare. 1. 28. 2nd folio misprints] aod. p. 283, 1. 29. So a. p. 286, 1. 7. Porphino. 1. 18. 2nd folio misprints] Mie. p. 288, 1. 18. 2nd folio misprints] Chornicled. 1. 25. 'Has. p. 291, 1. 15. intreates. p. 299, 1. 16. Adds Finis. THE FALSE ONE. p. 300, 11. 5 — 39. Not in ist folio. p. 301, 1. 3. 2nd folio] Achil. Love the K. 1. 30. frequent in this. 1. 31. to safe. p. 302, 1. 13. and give. p. 303, 1. 10. 2nd folio here and frequently printi] Septinius. p. 304, 11. 3 and 4. o' these... foole us ; 1. 7. 2nd folio misprints] Aeh. P- 305> 1- 7- Till they. 1. 24. 2nd folio misprints] aud. p. 309, 1. 30. A missing bracket has been added before Photinus. 461 APPENDIX p. 310, 1. 4. Prerogatives. 1. 31. 2nd folio misprints] Potolmy. 1. 40. hand of. p. 313, 1. 29. a Prisoner. p. 316, 1. ,4. of thy. 1. II. Omits in. 1. 14. sought him. p. 318, 1. 16. A comma has been added at the end of the line. p. 320, 1. 20. tell you. 1. ■24. Adds the following line] I gave you no comission to performe it : 1.31. with ye. 1. 32. Hangers. p. 321, 1. ■23. told ye. 1. 30. ye are. P- 322, 1. 33. my anger. p. 323, 1. 1. 2nd folio] Lordships. p. 324, 1. 32. Adds the following line] The rule of ill, I'le trust before the dore. p. 325, 1. I. I sat. 1. 17. Affrinius. 1. 23. past now. 1. 29. comes still. p. 326, 1. 9. Omits rich. 1. 32. Omits that. p. 327, 1. 3. Pray. p. 328, 1. I. I know. 1. 6. on a. p. 329, 1. 14. first would. p. 33O1 1. 34. 2nd folio misprints] ApoUodrous. p. 331, 1. 28. loades us. p. 332,1. II. this rare. 1. 20. crudled. p. 333> !■ 27. halfe an houre. p. 334, !■ '3- Devills are light. p. 336, 1. 1. 2nd folio] villaines. 1. 10. my God. 1. 12. Rude valorus. 1. 28. 2nd folio] shall. p. 337, 1. I. blood. 1.7. stuffes. 1.8. Leaper. 1. 26. Omits "To. p. 338, 1. 18. 2nd folio misprints] Sep. 1. 23. the charities. 1. 31. The infectious. p. 340, 1. 20. readiest. 1. 30. Adds after treasure ?] richer still? p. 341, 1. II. Omits me. P- 343, 1- 1- hidden. p. 344, 1. 13. they would. 1.31. Pray thee be. p. 346, 1. 23. Lovers. p. 347, 1. 9. Dye not. p. 348, 1. 39. to my. p. 349, 1. 18. backe; but. p. 350, 1. 34- 2nd folio misprints] lasciciously. p. 351, 1. 20. 2nd folio misprints] Sec. P- 353) !• 20. 2nd folio] 2 Sol. 1. 27. loose all. p. 355. 1. 23. 2nd folio misprints] Sep. 1. 35. 2nd folio misprints] maidend-head. p. 3567 1- 6. 2nd folio misprints] Aehil. 1. 16. hearest. p. 357, '• lo- to weale my. 1. 22. bondmans. p. 359, 1.21. A will. 1.31. manur. 1-37. 2nd folio] marrow. 1. 38. Cities, were made. p. 360, 1. 14. 2nd folio] Brother, company that's. 1. 28. them. p. 362, 1. 9. darst. 1.17. This Devill. 1. 23. rewarded, or re- turn'd. 1. 29. I owe. 462 THE LITTLE FRENCH LAWYER p. 363, 1. 6. while. 1.7. Achillas troops. 1. 17. a moneth. 1. 27. Photinus secrets. p. 365, 11. 15 and 16. They rufled me : But that I could endure, and tire 'em too, Would they proceed no further. 1. •20. When an. p. 367, 1. 6. To Ptolemy, to Caesar. 1. 23. Photinus name. 1. 29. th' Egyptian. p. 368, 1. 37. make it. 1. 39. and I will. p. 369, 1. 6. Nor loose. 1. 16. you Eagletss. 1. 18. 'em. p. 370, 1. 37. Omits that. P- 371. 1- 5- Omits Cses. 1. 15. for Rome. 1. 20. The Prologue. 1. 32. Those that penn'd. p. 372, 1. 7. The Epilogue. 1. 13. In the favour. THE LITTLE FRENCH LAWYER. p. 373, 11. 3 — 40. Not in ist folio. P- 374i 1- 2. 2nd folio misprints'] aud. 1. 25. 2nd folio misprints\ Frcenh. 1. 27. And banisht. 1.35. Will you? and yet — . 1. 37. Mistris, feathers. P- 375, 1. 3°- godly. p. 378, 1. 8. Epithalamin. 1. 21. for 'twill be. P- 379, !• IS' Upon a. 1. 23. tempest. 1. 39. Omits and. p. 382, 1. 22. 2nd folio misprints'] by. 1. 33. Transfers to to be^nning of next line. p. 383, 1. 16. 2nd folio] their. 1. 36. parts. p. 384, 1. 2. 2nd folio] beween. p. 385, 1. 25. On my. p. 386, 1. 8. make rise. p. 387, 1. 36. Those dedicates. p. 388, 1. 30. Lewis eleventh. p. 389, 1. 3. you persev'd. 1. 19. danger or. 1. 33. A comma has been inserted at the end of the line. p. 390, 1. 4. honours. 1. 5. suffer. 1. 9. loose. p. 391, 1. 8. to this. p. 392, 1. I. up you. 1.3. 2nd folio ?re?j-/r««&] pecies. 1. 17. If you. p. 394, 1. 33. 2nd folio] Avocate. p. 396, 1. 14. 'Bi^sxi.. instead of QXcx. 1. 20. what a. p. 397, 1. 18. Omits stage direction. 1. 36. loose. p. 398, 1. 5. What master. 1. 27. Cock a two. 1. 37. makes all this plaine. p- 399, 1- 3- 2nd folio misprints'] Bur. 1. 19. 2nd folio] thow. 1. 34. Omits singing in stage direction. p. 400, 1. 16. my whole. p. 401, 1. 13. Declare that. 1. 27. And hunny out your. 1. 31. 2nd folio misprints'] my. p. 404, 1. 17. 2nd folio misprints] imfamie. 463 APPENDIX p. 405, 1. 39. Omits not. p. 406, 1. 7. In our. p. 409, 1. 27. going lesse. p. 411, 1. 9. ye did. 1. 29. Pray. 1. 36. Omits do. p. 412, 1. I. any comer. 1.$. the louer. 1. 35. laughters, p. 413, 1. 10. y'are? Gentleman. 1. 15. hate. 1. 17. for my. 1. 22. and carriage. ..calls. 1. 35. your, p.. 414, 1. 14. Hee is. p. 415, 1. 4. will make. 1. 12. Why, to it. 1. 21. wake. 1. 38. Slaves feed. p. 416, 1. 19. 'ore. 1. 28. a meane. p. 417, 1. 6. Adds stage direction\ Wine. 1. 8. doe but kisse. 1. 11. Will you. 1. 28. Adds stage direction^ Recorders, p. 418, 1. 37. thou knowest. p. 419, 1. 4. quarter. 1. 12. Madman, a fool... shew thee man. 1. 14. No I'le. 1. 32. no flame, p. 420, 1. 40. point you. p. 424, 1. 16. 2nd folio misprints'] dies, p. 425, 1. 29. 2nd folio misprints] Cler. p. 427, 1. 5. Adds stage direction] Put off. p. 428, 1. 32. Firsts, seconds, thirds. p. 429, 1. I. p on't. 1.27. still devising. p. 431, 1. 19. Gives this line to Lam. 1. 22. Adds as though a stage direction] Now. 1- 31. Reads My legs in my good house, my Armour on. p. 432, 1. 12. yet are, if men. p. 435, 1. 12. Reads] La-wr. Bee't then. | Mens fates, etc. 11. 15 and 16. Gives these two lines to Ssxa. 1. 18. 2nd folio] Vertagine. 1. 23. Strike. 1. 25. Gives 'Ho, no,... not to Veria. p. 439. 1. II- Corvina. 1. 34. loose. p. 440, 1. I. Quinti. 1. 3. the Chamber doore. p. 441, 1. 16. 2nd folio] vills. p. 444, 1. 27. hand of heaven. p. 445, 1. 24. Omits is. p. 448, 1. 4. Omits Din. by mistake and prints erqatyfor enjoy. p. 449, 1. 35. My mortall. p. 450, 1. 36. mine Uncle. End of Vol. III. CAMBRIDGE: PRINTED BV JOHN CLAY, M.A. AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS.