LOVES PILGRIMAGE. Love’s Pilgrimage LOVES PILGRIMAGE HIE0407

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Fletcher, John; Beaumont, Francis (?). Love’s Pilgrimage. In: Comedies and tragedies written by Francis Beaumont and Iohn Fletcher. 1647. In: Mueller, Martin (gen. ed.) Shakespeare His Contemporaries Northwestern University. [Accessed: 28 October 2016]

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LOVES PILGRIMAGE.

Actus Primus.

Scaena Prima.

Enter Incubo the Bayliff, Diego the Host.

Inc.

SIgnior Don Diego, and mine Host, save thee.

Die.

I thank you Mr Bayly.

Inc.

O the block.

Die.

Why, how should I have answered?

Inc.

Not with that

Negligent rudeness: But I kiss your hands

Signior Don Incubo de Hambre, and then

My titles; Master Bayly of Castil-blanco:

Thou nere wilt have the elegancy of an Host;

I sorrow for thee, as my friend and gossip:

No smoak, nor steam out-breathing from the kitchen?

There's litle life i'th harth then.

Die.

I, there, there,

That is his friendship, hearkning for the spit,

And sorrow that he cannot smel the pot boil.

Inc.

Strange

An Inne should be so curst, and not the sign

Blasted, nor withered; very strange, three days now,

And not an egg eat in it, or an onyon.

Die.

I think they ha' strew'd the high-wayes with cal-traps, I,

No horse dares pass 'em; I did never know

A week of so sad doings, since I first

Stood to my sign-post.

Inc.

Gossip, I have found

The root of all; kneel, pray, it is thy self

Art cause thereof: each person is the founder

Of his own fortune, good, or bad; but mend it,

Call for thy cloak, and rapier.

Die.

How?

Inc.

Do, call,

And put 'em on in haste: Alter thy fortune,

By appearing worthy of her: Dost thou think

Her good face ere wil know a man in cuerpo?

In single body, thus? in hose, and doblet?

The horse boyes garb? base blank, and half blank cuerpo?

Did I, or Mr Dean of Civil our neighbor

Ere reach our dignities in cuerpo, thinkst thou,

In squirting hose, and doublet? Signior, no,

There went more to't: there were cloaks, gowns, cassocks

And other paramentos; Call, I say,

His cloak, and rapier here.

Enter Hostesse.

Hostes.

What means your worship?

Inc.

Bring forth thy husbands Sword: so hang it on,

And now his cloak, here, cast it up; I mean

Gossip, to change your luck, and bring you guests.

Hostes.

Why? is there charm in this?

Inc.

Expect; now walk,

But not the pace of one that runs on errands;

For want of gravity in an Host, is odious:

You may remember Gossip, if you please,

(Your wife being then th' Infanta of the Gipsies,

And your self governing a great mans Mules then)

Me a poor Squire at Madrid attending

A Master of Ceremonies; But a man, beleeve it,

That knew his place to the gold weight, and such

Have I heard him oft say, ought every Host

Within the Catholique kings dominions

Be in his own house.

Die.

How?

Inc.

A Master of Ceremonies:

At least vice-master, and to do nought in cuerpo,

That was his maxime; I wil tell thee of him:

He would not speak with an Ambassadors Cook,

See a cold bake-meat from a forreign part

In cuerpo: had a dog but staid without,

Or beast of quality, as an English cow,

But to present it self, he would put on

His Savoy chain about his neck, the ruff

And cuffs of Holland, then the Naples hat

With the Rome hat-band, and the Florentine agat,

The Millain Sword, the Cloak of Genua, set

With Flemish buttons, all his given peeces

To entertain 'em in, and complement

Knock within.

With a tame Coney, as with the Prince that sent it.

Die.

List, who is there?

Inc.

A guest and 't be thy wil.

Die.

Look Spowse, cry luck, and we be encounter'd: ha?

Host.

Luck then, and good, for 'tis a fine brave guest,

With a brave horse.

Inc.

Why now, beleeve of cuerpo

Enter Theodosia.

As you shal see occasion: go, and meet him.

Theo.

Look to my horse, I pray you, wel.

Die.

He shal Sir.

Inc.

Oh how beneath his rank and call was that now?

Your horse shal be entreated as becomes

A horse of fashion, and his inches.

Theo.

Inc.

Look to the Cavalier: what ailes he? stay

If it concern his horse, let it not trouble him,

He shal have all respect the place can yeeld him

Either of barley, or fresh straw.

Die.

Good Sir

Look up.

Inc.

He sincks, somewhat to cast upon him,

Hee'l go away in cuerpo else.

Die.

What, wife!

O your hot waters quickly, and some cold

To cast in his sweet face.

Host.

Alas, fair flowre?

Die.

100

Do's any body entertain his horse?

Host.

Yes, Lazaro has him.

Enter Hostesse with a glasse of water.

Inc.

Go you see him in person.

Host.

Sir, taste a litle of this, of mine own water,

I did distil't my self; sweet Lilly look upon me,

105

You are but newly blown, my pretty Tulip.

Faint not upon your stalk, 'tis firme and fresh

Stand up, so, bolt upright, you are yet in growing.

The.

Pray you let me have a chamber.

Host.

That you shall Sir.

The.

110

And where I may be private, I intreat you.

Host.

For that introth Sir, we ha' no choice: our house

Is but a vent of need, that now and then

Receives a guest, between the greater towns

As they come late; onely one room,

Inc.

115

She means Sir, it is none

Of those wild, scatter'd heaps, call'd Innes, where scarce

The Host is heard, though he wind his horn t'his people,

Here is a competent pile, wherein the man,

Wife, Servants, all doe live within the whistle

Host.

120

Onely one room.

Inc.

A pretty modest quadrangle

She will describe to you.

Host.

Wherein stands two Beds Sir

Enter Diego.

We have, and where, if any guest do come,

125

He must of force be lodg'd, that is the truth Sir.

Theo.

But if I pay you for both your beds, methinks

That should alike content you.

Host.

That it shall Sir.

If I be paid, I am praid.

Theo.

130

Why, ther's a Ducket

Will that make your content?

Host.

O the sweet face on you:

A Ducket? yes, and there were three beds Sir,

And twice so many rooms, which is one more,

135

You should be private in 'em all, in all Sir,

No one should have a peece of a bed with you

Not Master Deane of Civill himself, I swear

Though he came naked hither, as once he did

When h'had like t'have been tane a bed with the Moore

140

And guelt by her Master: you shall be as private,

As if you lay in's owne great house, that's haunted,

Where no body comes, they say:

Theo.

I thank you Hostesse.

Pray you will you shew me in.

Host.

145

Yes marry will I Sir,

And pray that not a flea, or a chink vex you

Exit Host. and Theo.

Inc.

You forget supper: Gossip: move for supper

Die.

'Tis strange what love to a beast may do, his Horse

Threw him into this fit.

Inc.

150

You shall excuse me

It was his being in Cuerpo, meerly caus'd it.

Die.

Do you think so Sir?

Inc.

Most unlucky Cuerpo,

Naught els, he looks as he would eat partridge,

155

This guest; ha' you em ready in the house?

And a fine peece of kid now? and fresh garlick,

Enter Hostesse.

With a Sardina, and Zant oile? how now?

Has he bespoke? what will he have a brace,

Or but one partridge, or a short leg'd hen,

160

Daintyly carbonado'd?

Host.

'Lasse the dead

May be as ready for a Supper as he.

Inc.

Ha?

Host.

He has no mind to eat, more then his shadow:

Inc.

165

Say you.

Dieg.

How do's your worship

Inc.

I put on

My left shoo first to day, now I perceive it,

And skipt a bead in saying 'em ore; els

170

I could not be thus cross'd: He cannot be

Above seventeen; one of his years, and have

No better a stomach?

Host.

And in such good clothes too

Dieg.

Nay, those do often make the stomach worse, wife,

175

That is no reason.

Inc.

I could at his years Gossips

(As temperate as you see me now) have eaten

My brace of ducks, with my half goose, my cony,

And drink my whole twelve Marvedis in wine

180

As easie as I now get down three olyffs.

Dieg.

And with your temperance-favour, yet I think

Your worship would put to't at six and thirty

For a good wager; and the meal in too.

Inc.

I do not know what mine old mouth can do,

185

I ha not prov'd it lately

Dieg.

That's the grief Sir.

Inc.

But is he without hope then gone to bed?

Host.

I fear so Sir, has lock'd the door close to him

Sure he is very ill.

Inc.

190

That is with fasting,

You should ha told him Gossip, what you had had,

Given him the inventury of your kitchen,

It is the picklock in an Inne, and often

Opens a close barr'd stomach: what may he be trob?

195

Has he so good a Horse?

Dieg.

Oh a brave Jennet,

As ere your worship saw.

Inc.

And he eats

Dieg.

Strongly,

Inc.

200

A mighty solascisme, heaven give me patience,

What creatures has he?

Host.

None.

Inc.

And so well cloath'd,

And so well mounted?

Di g.

205

That's all my wonder Sir,

Who he should be; he is attir'd and hors'd

For the Constables son of Spaine.

Inc.

My wonders more

He should want appetite: well a good night

210

To both my Gossips: I will for this time

Put off the thought of supping; In the morning

Remember him of breakfast pray you,

Host.

'T shall Sir,

Dieg.

A hungry time Sir.

Inc.

215

We that live like myce

On others meat, must watch when we can get it

Exit Incubo.

Host.

Yes, but I would not tell him: Our fair guest

Says, though he eat no supper, he will pay for one.

Dieg.

Good news: we'l eat it spouse, 't his health,

220

'Twas politickly done t'admit no sharers.

Enter Philippo.

Phil.

Look to the Mules there, wher's mine Host?

Dieg.

Here Sir.

Another Fayerie.

Host.

Blesse me.

Phil.

225

From what sweet Hostesse?

Are you affraid o' your guests?

Host.

From Angels Sir,

I think ther's none but such come here to night,

My house had never so good luck afore

230

For brave fine guests; and yet the ill luck on't is

I cannot bid you welcome.

Phil.

No?

Host.

Not lodge you Sir.

Phil.

Not, Hostesse?

Host.

235

No in troth Sir, I do tell you

Because you may provide in time: my beds

Are both tane up by a yong Cavalier

That wil, and must be private.

Die.

He has paid Sir

240

For all our Chambers.

Host.

Which is one: and Beds

Which I already ha' told you are two: But Sir,

So sweet a creature, I am very sorry

I cannot lodge you by him; you look so like him

245

Yo'are both the loveliest peeces.

Phil.

What train has he?

Die.

None but himself.

Phil.

And wil no less then both deds

Serve him?

Host.

250

H'as given me a ducket for 'em.

Phil.

You give me reason Hostesse: Is he handsome,

And yong do you say?

Host.

O Sir, the delicat'st flesh

255

And finest clothes withall, and such a horse,

With such a Sadle.

Phil.

Shee's in love with all.

The horse, and him, and Sadle, and clothes: good woman,

Thou justifiest thy Sex; lov'st all that's brave:

Enter Incubo.

260

Sure though I lye o'th ground, ile stay here now

And have a sight of him: you'l give me house-room,

Fire, and fresh meat for money: gentle Hostesse

And make me a pallat?

Inc.

Sir shee shal do reason:

265

I understood you had another guest: Gossips

Pray you let his Mule be lookt too: have good straw,

And store of bran: And Gossip do you hear,

Let him not stay for supper: what good fowle ha' you?

This gentleman would eat a pheasant.

Host.

270

'Lass Sir;

We ha' no such.

Inc.

I kiss your hands fair Sir.

What ha' you then? speak what you have? I'me one Sir

Here for the Catholique King, an Officer

275

T' enquire what guests come to these places; you Sir

Appear a person of quality, and 'tis fit

You be accommodated: why speak you not,

What ha' you woman? are you afraid to vent

That which you have?

Phil.

280

This is a most strange man;

'T appoint my meat.

Host.

The half of a cold hen Sir,

And a boil'd quarter of kid, is all i'th house.

Inc.

Why all's but cold; let him see it fourth,

285

Cover, and give the eye some satisfaction,

A Travellers stomach must see bread and salt,

His belly is nearer to him, then his kindred:

Cold hen 's a pretty meat Sir.

Phil.

What you please;

290

I am resolv'd t' obey.

Inc.

So is your kid,

With pepper, garlick, and the juice of an Orenge,

She shal with sallads help it, and cleane lynnen;

Dispatch: what news at Court Sir?

Phil.

295

Faith new tires

Most of the Ladies have: the men old Suits,

Only the Kings fool has a new coat

To serve you.

Inc.

I did ghess you came from thence Sir.

Phil.

300

But I do know I did not.

Inc.

I mistook Sir.

What hear you of the Archdukes?

Phil.

Troth your question.

Enter Hostesse and Servants with Table.

Inc.

Of the French business, What?

Phil.

305

As much.

Inc.

No more?

They say the French: O that's wel: come I'le help you:

Have you no jibblets now? or a broild rasher

Or some such present dish t'assist?

Host.

310

Not any Sir.

Inc.

The more your fault; you nev'r should be without

Such aydes: what cottage would ha' lackt a pheasant

At such a time as this? wel, bring your hen,

And kid forth quickly.

Phil.

315

That should be my prayer

To scape his inquisition.

Inc.

Sir, the French,

They say are divided 'bout their match with us,

What think you of it.

Phil.

320

As of naught to me Sir.

Inc.

Nay it's as litle to me too: but I love

To ask after these things, to know the affections

Of States, and Princes, now and then for bettring.

Phil.

Of your own ignorance.

Inc.

325

Yes Sir:

Phil.

Many do so.

Inc.

I cannot live without it: what do you hear

Of our Indian Fleet; they say they are well return'd.

Phil.

I had no venture with 'em Sir; had you?

Enter Hostesse and Servants with meat.

Inc.

330

Why do you ask Sir?

Phil.

'Cause it might concern you,

It do's not me.

Inc.

O here's your meat come.

Phil.

Thanks,

335

I welcome it at any price.

Inc.

Some stools here,

And bid mine Host bring Wine, ile try your kid,

If he be sweet: he looks wel: yes, he is good;

Ile carve you sir.

Phil.

340

You use me too too princely:

Tast, and carve too.

Inc.

I love to do these offices.

Phil.

I think you do: for whose sake?

Inc.

For themselves sir,

345

The very doing of them is reward.

Phil.

'Had little faith would not beleeve you Sir.

Inc.

Gossip some wine.

Enter Diego with wine.

Die.

Here 'tis: and right St Martyn.

Inc.

Measure me out a glass.

Phil.

350

I love the humanity

Us'd in this place:

Inc.

Sir, I salute you here.

Phil.

I kiss your hands Sir.

Inc.

Good wine; it wil beget an appetite:

355

Fil him; and sit down, Gossip, entertain

Your noble guest here, as becomes your title.

Die.

Please you to like this wine Sir?

Phil.

J dislike

Nothing mine Host, but that I may not see

360

Your conceal'd guest: here's to you.

Die.

In good faith Sir,

I wish you as wel as him: would you might see him.

Inc.

And wherefore may he not:

Die.

'Has lock'd himself Sir

365

Up, and has hir'd both the beds o' my wife

At extraordinary rate.

Phil.

Ile give as much

If that will do't, for one, as he for both;

What say you mine Host, the door once open

370

Ile fling my self upon the next bed to him

And there's an end of me till morning; noise

I will make none.

Die.

I wish your worship well — but

Inc.

His honour is engag'd: And my she Gossip

375

Hath past her promise, hath she not?

Die.

Yes truely:

Inc.

That toucheth to the credit of the house:

Well, I will eate a little, and think: how say you sir

Unto this brawn o'th hen?

Phil.

380

I ha' more minde

To get this bed sir.

Inc.

Say you so: Why then

Giv't me agen, and drink to me: mine Host

Fill him his wine: thou'rt dull, and do'st not praise it,

385

I eate but to teach you the way Sir.

Phi.

Sir:

Find but the way to lodge me in this chamber

Ile give mine Host two duckets for his bed,

And you sir two realls: here's to you

Inc.

390

Excuse me,

I am not mercenary: Gossip pledge him for me,

Ile think a little more; but ev'n one bit

And then talke on: you cannot interrupt me.

Die.

This peece of wine sir cost me

Inc.

395

Stay: I have found:

This little morcell: and then: here's excellent garlick:

Have you not a bunch of grapes now: or some Bacon

To give the mouth a rellish?

Die.

Wife, do you hear?

Inc.

400

It is no matter. Sir, give mine Host your duckets.

Die.

How Sir?

Inc.

Do you receive 'em: I will save

The honesty of your house: and yours too Gossip,

And I will lodge the Gentleman: shew the Chamber.

Die.

405

Good Sir do you hear.

Inc.

Shew me the Chamber.

Die.

Pray you Sir,

Do not disturb my guests.

Inc.

Disturb? I hope

410

The Catholique King sir, may command a lodging

Without disturbing in his vassails house,

For any Minister of his, emploid

In business of the State. Where is the door?

Open the door, who are you there? within?

415

In the Kings name.

Theodosia within.

Theod.

What would you have?

Inc.

Your key sir,

And your door open: I have here command

To lodge a Gentleman, from the Justice, sent

420

Upon the Kings affairs.

Theod.

Kings and necessities

Must be the key is under the door.

Inc.

How now sir, are you fitted? you secur'd?

Phi.

Your two reals are grown a peece of eight.

Inc.

425

Excuse me Sir.

Phil.

'Twill buy a hen; and wine

Sir, for to morrow.

Exit. Phil.

Inc.

I do kisse your hands Sir

Well this will bear my charge yet to the Gallies

430

Where I am owing a ducket: whither this night

By the Moons leave Ile march: for in the morning

Early they put from Port S. Maries.

Ex. al but Diego.

Die.

Lazaro

Enter Lazaro.

How do the horses?

Laz.

435

Would you would go and see Sir,

A — of all Jades, what a clap h'as given me:

As sure as you live master he knew perfectly

I couzend him on's Oats: he lookt upon me

And then he sneerd, as who should say take heed sirrah:

440

And when he saw our half peck, which you know

Was but an old Court dish: lord how he stampt:

I thought 't had been for joy, when suddenly

He cuts me a back caper with his heels

And takes me just o'th' crupper: down came I

445

And all my ounce of Oates: Then he neigh'd out

As though he had had a Mare by'th taile.

Die.

Faith Lazaro

We are to blame to use the poor dumb serviters

So cruelly.

Laz.

450

Yonder's this other gentlemans horse

Keeping our Lady eve: the devill a bit

Has got since he came in yet: there he stands

And looks, and looks, but 'tis your pleasure sir

He shall look lean enough: has hay before him

455

But 'tis as big as hemp, and will as soon choak him,

Unless he eate it butter'd: he had four shoos

And good ones when he came: 'tis a strange wonder

With standing still he should cast three.

Die.

O Lazaro

460

The devils in this trade: truth never knew it

And to the devill we shall travell Lazaro

Unless we mend our manners: once every week

I meet with such a knock to molefie me

Sometimes a dozen to awake my conscience

465

Yet still I sleep securely.

Laz.

Certain Master

We must use better dealing.

Die.

'Faith for mine own part

Not to give ill example to our issues,

470

I could be well content to steal but two girths,

And now and then a saddle cloth: change a bridle

Onely for exercise.

Laz.

If we could stay there

There were some hope on's Master: but the devill is

475

We are drunk so early we mistake whole Saddles

Sometimes a horse; and then it seems to us too

Every poore Jade has his whole peck, and tumbles

Up to his ears in clean straw, and every bottle

Shews at the least a dozen; when the truth is Sir

480

Ther's no such matter, not a smell of provinder,

Not so much straw, as would tye up a horse tail,

Nor any thing ith' rack, but two old cobwebs

And so much rotten hay as had been a hens nest.

Die.

Well, these mistakings must be mended Lazaro,

485

These apparitions, that abuse our sences,

And make us ever apt to sweep the manger

But put in nothing; these fancies must be forgot

And we must pray it may be reveal'd to us

Whose horse we ought in conscience to couzen,

490

And how, and when: A Parsons horse may suffer

A little greazing in his teeth, 'tis wholsome;

And keeps him in a sober shuffle: and his Saddle

May want a stirrop, and it may be sworn

His learning lay on one side, and so brok it:

495

Has ever Oates in's cloak-bag to prevent us

And therefore 'tis a meritorious office

To tythe him soundly.

Laz.

And a Grazier may

For those are pinching puckfoysts and suspitious:

500

Suffer a myst before his eyes sometimes too,

And think hee sees his horse eat half a bushel:

When the truth is, rubbing his gums with salt,

Till all the skin come off: he shal but mumble

Like an old woman, that were chewing brawn,

505

And drop 'em out again.

Die.

That may do wel too,

And no doubt 'tis but venial: But good Lazaro

Have you a care of understanding horses,

Horses with angry heels, gentlemens horses,

510

Horses that know the world: let them have meat

Till their teeth ake; and rubbing till their ribbs

Shine like a wenches forehead; they are devils

Laz.

And look into our dealings: as sure as we live

These Courtiers horses are a kind of Welsh prophets,

515

Nothing can be hid from 'em: For mine own part

The next I cozen of that kind, shal be founderd,

And of all four too: Ile no more such complements

Upon my crupper.

Die.

Steal but a litle longer

520

Till I am lam'd too, and wee'l repent together,

It wil not be above two daies.

Laz.

By that time

I shal be wel again, and all forgot Sir.

Dieg.

Why then ile stay for thee.

Exit.

Scaena secunda.

Enter Theodosia and Phillipo on several Beds.

Theo.

525

Oh, — ho-? oh — ho?

Phil.

Ha?

Theo.

Oh — oh? heart — heart — heart — heart?

Phil.

What's that?

Theo.

When wilt thou break? — break, break, break?

Phil.

530

Ha?

I would the voice were strong, or I neerer,

Theo.

Shame, shame, eternal shame? what have I done?

Phil.

Done?

Theo.

And to no end: what a wild Jorney

535

Have I more wildly undertaken?

Phil.

Jorney?

Theo.

How without counsel? care? reason? or fear?

Phil.

Whither wil this fit carry?

Theo.

O my folly:

Phil.

540

This is no common sickness.

Theo.

How have I left

All I should love, or keep? ô heaven.

Phil.

Sir.

Theo.

Ha?

Phil.

545

How do you gentle Sir?

Theo.

Alas my fortune

Ph.

It seems your sorrow oppresses: please your goodness

Let me bear half Sir: a divided burthen

Is so made lighter.

Theo.

550

Oh,

Phil.

That sigh betrayes

The fulness of your grief:

Theo.

I, if that grief

Had not bereft me of my understanding,

555

I should have wel remembred where I was,

And in what company; and clapt a lock

Upon this tongue for talking.

Phil.

Worthy Sir

Let it not add to your grief, that I have heard

560

A sigh, or groan come from you: That is all Sir:

The.

Good Sir no more: you have heard too much I fear,

Would I had taken poppy when I spake it.

Phil.

It seems you have an ill belief of me

And would have feard much more, had you spoke ought

565

I could interpret. But beleeve it Sir

Had I had means to look into your breast,

And tane you sleeping here, that so securely

I might have read, all that your woe would hide

I would not have betrayd you.

Theo.

570

Sir that speech

Is very noble, and almost would tempt

My need to trust you.

Phil.

At your own election,

I dare not make my faith so much suspected

575

As to protest again: nor am I curious

To know more then is fit.

Theo.

Sir I wil trust you

But you shal promise Sir to keep your bed,

And whatsoe'er you hear, not to importune

580

More I beseech you from me.

Phil.

Sir I wil not.

Theo.

Then I am proan to utter.

Phil.

My faith for it.

Theo.

If I were wise, I yet should hold my peace

585

You wil be noble.

Phil.

You shal make me so

If you'l but think me such.

Theo

I do: then know

You are deceiv'd with whom you have talk so long.

590

I am a most unfortunate lost woman.

Phil.

Ha?

Theo.

Do not stir Sir: I have here a Sword.

Phil.

Not I sweet Lady: of what blood, or name.

Theo.

You'l keep your faith.

Phil.

595

Ile perish else.

Theo.

Beleeve then

Of birth too noble for me, so descended —

I am ashamd, no less then I am affrighted.

Phil.

Fear not: by all good things, I will not wrong you.

Theo.

600

I am the daughter of a noble Gentleman

Born in this part of Spain: my fathers name Sir:

But why should I abuse that reverence

When a childs duty has forsaken me.

Phil.

All may be mended: in fit time too: speak it

Theo.

605

Alphonso, sir.

Phil.

Alphonso? what's your own name?

Theo.

Any base thing you can invent.

Phil.

Deal truely.

Theo.

They call me Theodosia

Phil.

610

Ha? and love

Is that that hath chang'd you thus?

Theo.

Ye have observ'd me

Too neerly Sir, 'tis that indeed: 'tis love Sir.

And love of him (oh heavens) why should men deal thus?

615

Why should they use their arts to cozen us?

That have no cunning, but our fears about us?

And ever that too late to; no dissembling

Or double way but doating: too much loving?

Why should they find new oaths, to make more wretches?

Phil.

620

What may his name be?

Theo.

Sir a name that promises

Me thinks no such ill usage: Mark-antonio

A noble neighbours Son: Now I must desire ye

To stay a while: else my weak eyes must answer.

Phil.

625

I will: — Are ye yet ready? what is his quality?

Theo.

His best a theef Sir: that he would be known by;

Is, heir to Leonardo, a rich Gentleman:

Next, of a handsome body, had heaven made him

A minde fit to it. To this man, my fortune,

630

(My more then purblind fortune) grave my faith,

Drawn to it by as many shews of service

And signs of truth, as ever false tongue utter'd:

Heaven pardon all.

Phil.

'Tis wel said: forward Lady.

Theo.

635

Contracted Sir, and by exchange of rings

Our souls deliver'd: nothing left unfinish'd

But the last work, enjoying me, and Ceremony.

For that I must confess was the first wise doubt

I ever made: yet after all this love sir,

640

All this profession of his faith; when dayly

And hourly I expected the blest priest

Hee left me like a dream, as all this story

Had never been, nor thought of, why I know not;

Yet I have called my conscience to confession,

645

And every sillable that might offend

I have had in shrift: yet neither loves law Signiour,

Nor ty of maidens duty, but desiring

Have I transgrest in: left his father too,

Nor whither he is gone, or why departed

650

Can any tongue resolve mee: All my hope

(Which keeps mee yet alive, and would perswade mee

I may be once more happy, and thus shapes mee

A shame to all my modest sex) is this Sir,

I have a Brother and his old Companion,

655

Studient in Sallimanca, there my last hope

If hee bee yet alive, and can be loving

Is left mee to recover him: For which travel

In this Sute left at home of that dear Brothers

Thus as you find mee, without fear, or wisdom,

660

I have wander'd from my father, fled my friends,

And now am only child of hope and danger:

You are now silent Sir: this tedious story

(That ever keeps mee waking) makes you heavy:

'Tis fit it should do so: for that, and I

665

Can be but troubles.

Phil.

No, I sleep not Lady:

I would I could: oh heaven is this my comfort.

Theo.

What aile you gentle Sir?

Phil.

Oh.

Theo.

670

Why do you groan so?

Phil.

I must, I must; oh misery.

Theo.

But now Sir

You were my comfort: if any thing afflict yee

Am not I fit to bear a part on't? and by your own rule.

Phil.

675

No; if you could heal, as you have wounded me,

But 'tis not in your power.

Theo.

I fear intemperance.

Phil.

Nay do not seek to shun mee: I must see you:

By heaven I must: hoa, there mine Host: a Candle:

680

Strive not, I wil not stir ye.

Theo.

Noble Sir

This is a breach of promise.

Phil.

Tender Lady

It shal be none but necessary: hoa, there,

685

Some light, some light for heavens sake.

Theo.

Wil ye betray mee?

Are ye a gentleman?

Phil.

Good woman:

Theo.

Sir.

Enter Diego with a light.

Phil.

690

If I be prejudicial to you, curse mee.

Dieg.

Ye are early stirring sir.

Phil.

Give mee your Candle

And so good morrow for a while.

Dieg.

Good morrow Sir.

Exit.

Theo.

695

My Brother Don Philippo: nay Sir, kil mee

I ask no mercy Sir, for none dare know me,

I can deserve none: As ye look upon me

Behold in infinite these foul dishonors

My noble father, then your self: last all

700

That bear the name of kindred, suffer in mee:

I have forgot whose child I am, whose Sister:

Do you forget the pity tyed to that:

Let not compassion sway you: you wil be then

As foul as I, and bear the same brond with me,

705

A favourer of my fault: ye have a sword sir,

And such a cause to kil me in.

Phil.

Rise Sister:

I wear no sword for women: nor no anger

While your fair chastity is yet untouch'd.

Theo.

710

By those bright starrs, it is Sir.

Phil.

For my Sister

I do beleeve ye: and so neer blood has made us

With the dear love I ever bore your vertues

That I wil be a Brother to your griefs too:

715

Be comforted, 'tis no dishonor Sister

To love, nor to love him you do: he is a gentleman

Of as sweet hopes, as years, as many promises,

As there be growing truths, and great ones.

Theo.

O sir!

Phil.

720

Do not despair.

Theo.

Can ye forgive?

Phil.

Yes Sister,

Though this be no smal error, a far greater.

Theo.

And think me stil your Sister?

Phil.

725

My dear Sister.

Theo.

And wil you counsel mee?

Phil.

To your own peace too:

Ye shal love stil.

Theo.

How good ye are?

Phil.

730

My business,

And duty to my father, which now drew mee

From Salimanca, I wil lay aside

And only be your Agent to perswade ye

To leave both love, and him, and wel retyre ye.

Theo.

735

Oh gentle Brother.

Phil.

I perceive 'tis folly:

Delayes in love, more dangerous.

Theo.

Noble Brother.

Phil.

Fear not, ile run your own way: and to help you,

740

Love having rackt your passions beyond counsel:

Ile hazard mine own fame: whither shal we venture?

Theo.

Alas, I know not Sir.

Phil.

Come, 'tis bright morning

Let's walk out, and consider: you'l keep this habit.

Theo.

745

I would sir.

Phil.

Then it shal be: what must I cal ye?

Come, do not blush: pray speak, I may spoil all else.

Theo.

Pray cal me Theodoro.

Enter Diego.

Dieg.

Are ye ready?

750

The day draws on a pace: once more good morrow.

Theo.

Good morrow gentle Host: now I must thank ye:

Phil.

Who do'st thou think this is?

Die.

Were you a wench Sir

I think you would know before me.

Phi.

755

Mine own Brother.

Diego.

By'th Masse your noses are a kin: should I then

Have been so barbarous to have parted Brothers?

Phi.

You knew it then.

Diego.

I knew 'twas necessary

760

You should be both together: Instinct Signior

Is a great matter in an Host.

Theo.

I am satisfied.

Enter Pedro.

Ped.

Is not mine Host up yet?

Phil.

Who's that?

Die.

765

Ile see.

Phil.

Sister, withdraw your self.

Pedr.

Signiour Philippo

Phil.

Noble Don Pedro, where have you been this way?

Pedr

I came from Port St Maries, whence the Gallyes

770

Put this last tide, and bound for Barcellona,

I brought Mark-antonie upon his way.

Phil

Marc-antonie?

Pedr

Who is turn'd Soldier

And entertain'd in the new Regiment,

775

For Naples.

Phil.

Is it possible?

Pedr.

I assure you.

Phil.

And put they in at Barcellona?

Pedr.

780

One of the Masters told me.

Phil.

Which way go you Sir?

Pedr.

Home:

Phil.

And I for Civill: pray you Sir, say not

That you saw me, if you shall meet the question,

785

I have some little businesse

Pedr.

Were it lesse Sir.

It shall not become me, to loose the caution:

Shall we break-fast together?

Phil.

Ile come to you Sir:

790

Sister you hear this: I beleeve your fortune

Begins to be propitious to you: we will hire

Mules of mine host here: if we can himself

To be our guid, and streight to Barcellona,

This was as happy news, as unexpected

795

Stay you, till I rid him away.

Theo.

I will.

Exeunt.

ACT. II.

SCAENA I.

Enter Alphonso and a Servant.

Alph.

KNock at the door.

Ser.

'Tis open Sir.

Alph.

That's all one

800

Knock when I bid you.

Ser.

Will not your worship enter.

Alph.

Will not you learn more manners Sir, and do that

Your Master bids ye; knock ye knave, or ile knock

Such a round peal about your pate; I enter

805

Under his roofe, or come to say god save ye

To him, the Son of whose base dealings has undone me.

Knock lowder, lowder yet: ile starve, and rot first,

This open ayr is every mans.

2. Ser. within.

Come in Sir.

Enter two Servants, Rowl: Ashton.

Alph.

810

No, no Sir, I am none of these come in Sirs

None of those visitants: bid your wise Master

Come out, I have to talk unto him: go Sir

2. Ser.

Your worship may be welcome.

Alph.

Sir, I will not,

815

I come not to be welcome: good my three duckets

My pickell'd sprat a day, and no oyl to't,

And once a year a cotten coat, leave prating

And tell your Master, I am here.

2. Ser.

I will Sir.

820

This is a strange old man.

Exit.

Alph.

I welcome to him!

Ile be first welcome to a Pesthouse: Sirhah

Lets have your valour now casde up, and quiet

When an occasion calls, 'tis wisdom in ye,

825

A Serving mans discretion: if you do draw

Enter Leonardo, and Don Zanchio (carried by two Servants in a chair.)

Draw but according to your entertainment;

Five nobles worth of fury.

Leo.

Signiour Alphonso.

I hope no discontent from my will given,

830

Has made ye shun my house: I ever lov'd ye.

An credit me amongst my fears 'tis greatest

To minister offences.

Alph

O good Signiour

I know ye for Italian breed, fair tongu'd,

835

Spare your Appologies, I care not for'em,

As little for your love Sir; I can live

Without your knowledge; eat mine own, and sleep

Without dependances, or hopes upon ye.

I come to aske my daughter.

Leo.

840

Gentle Sir.

Alph.

I am not gentle Sir, nor gentle will be

Till I have justice, my poor child restor'd

Your caper-cutting boy has run away with

Yong Signior-smooth-face, he that takes up wenches

845

With smiles, and sweet behaviours, songs, and sonnets,

Your high fed Jennet, that no hedge can hold

They say you bred him for a Stallion.

Zanch.

Fie Signiour, there be times, and terms of honour

To argue these things in, descidements able

850

To speak ye noble gentlemen, ways punctuall

And to the life of credit, ye are too rugged.

Alph.

I am too tame Sir.

Leo.

Will ye hear but reason?

Alph.

No, I will hear no reason: I come not hither

855

To be popt off with reason; reason then.

Zanch.

Why Signior, in all things there must be method

Ye choak the child of honour els, discretion,

Do you conceive an injury?

Alph.

What then Sir?

Zanch.

860

Then follow it in fair terms, let your sword bite

When time calls, not your tongue.

Alph.

I know Sir

Both when and what to do without directions,

And where, and how, I come not to be tutur'd,

865

My cause is no mans but mine own: you Signior

Will ye restore my daughter?

Leo.

Who detains her?

Alph.

No more of these sleight shifts

Leo.

Ye urge me Signior

870

With strange unjustice: because my Son has err'd

Zanch

Mark him.

Leo.

Out of the heat of youth: do'st follow

I must be father of his crimes.

Alph.

I say still

875

Leave off your rhetorick, and restore my daughter.

And sodainly: bring in your rebell too,

Mountdragon, he that mounts without commission

That I may see him punished, and severely,

Or by that holy heaven, ile fire your house,

880

And ther's my way of honour.

Zanch.

Pray give me leave

Was not man made the noblest creature

Alph.

Well Sir.

Zanch.

Should not his mind then answer to his making,

885

And to his mind his actions, if this ought to be,

Why do we run a blind way from our worths,

And cancell our discretions, doing those things

To cure offences, are the most offences?

We have rules of justice in us; to those rules

890

Let us apply our angers: you can consider

The want in others of these terminations,

And how unfurnish'd they appear.

Alph.

Hang others,

And where the wrongs are open, hang respects,

895

I come not to consider.

Leo.

Noble Sir,

Let us argue cooly, and consider like men.

Alph.

Like men!

Leo.

Ye are too sodain still.

Alph.

900

Like men Sir?

Zanch

It is fair language, and ally'd to honour.

Alph.

Why, what strange beast would your grave reverence

Make me appear? like men!

Zanch.

Taste but that point Sir,

905

And ye recover all.

Alph.

I tell thy wisdome

I am as much a man, and as good a man.

Leo.

All this is granted Sir.

Alph.

As wise a man.

Zanch.

910

Ye are not tainted that way.

Alph.

And a man

Dares make thee no man; or at best, a base man.

Zanch.

Fy, Fy, here wants much carriage.

Alph.

Hang much carriage.

Leo.

915

Give me good language sirrah Signiour.

Alph.

Give me my daughter.

Leo.

I am as gentle as your self, as free born.

Zanch.

Observe his way.

Leo.

As much respect ow'd to me.

Zanch.

920

This hangs together nobly.

Leo.

And for Civill

A great deal more it seems: go look your daughter.

Zanch.

There ye went well off Signiour.

Leo.

That rough tongue

925

You understand at first: you never think Sir

Out of your mightinesse, of my losse: here I stand

A patient anvill, to your burning angers

Made subject to your dangers; yet my losse equall:

Who shall bring home my son?

Alph.

930

A whipping Beadle.

Leo.

Why, is your daughter whorish?

Alph.

Ha, thou dar'st not,

By heaven I know thou dar'st not.

Leo.

I dare more Sir

935

If you dare be uncivill.

Alph.

Laugh too, Pidgeon.

Zanch.

A fitter time for fames sake: two weak Nurses

Would laugh at this; are there no more days coming,

No ground but this to argue on? no swords left

940

Nor friends to carry this, but your own furies?

Alas! it shows too weakly.

Alph.

Let it show,

I come not here for shews: laugh at me sirrah?

Ile give ye cause to laugh.

Leo.

945

Ye are as like Sir

As any man in Spaine.

Alph.

By heaven I will,

I will brave Leonardo.

Leo.

Brave Alphonso,

950

I will expect it then.

Zanch.

Hold ye there both,

These terms are noble.

Alph.

Ye shall hear shortly from me.

Leo.

Now discreetly.

Alph.

955

Assure your self ye shall: do ye see this sword Sir?

He has not cast his teeth yet.

Zanch.

Rarely carried.

Alph.

He bites deep: most times mortall: Signiour

Ile hound him at the fair and home.

Zanch.

960

Still nobly.

Alph.

And at all those that dare maintain ye.

Zanch.

Excellent.

Leo.

How you shall please Sir, so it be fair, though certain,

I had rather give you reason.

Zanch.

965

Fairly urg'd too.

Alph.

This is no age for reason, prick your reason

Upon your swords point.

Zanch.

Admirably follow'd.

Alph.

Exit And there ile hear it: so till I please, live Sir.

Leo.

970

And so farewell, you'r welcome.

Zanch.

The end crowns all things

Signiour, some little businesse past, this cause ile argue

And be a peace between ye, ift so please ye,

And by the square of honour to the utmost:

975

I feel the old man's master'd by much passion,

And too high rackt, which makes him overshoot all.

His valour should direct at, and hurt those

That stand but by as blenchers: this he must know too,

As necessary to his judgement, doting women

980

Are neither safe nor wise adventures: conceive me,

If once their wills have wander'd; nor is't then

A time to use our rages: for why should I

Bite at the stone, when he that throws it wrongs me?

Do not we know that women are most wooers

985

Though closest in their carriage? Do not all men know,

Scarce all the compasse of the globe can hold 'em

If their affections be afoot? shall I then covet

The follys of a she-fool, that by nature

Must seek her like, by reason be a woman,

990

Sink a tal ship because the sales defie me?

No, I disdain that folly; he that ventures

Whilst they are fit to put him on, has found out

The everlasting motion in his scabbard.

I doubt not to make peace: and so for this time

995

My best love, and remembrance.

Leo.

Your poor Servant.

Exeunt.

Scaena secunda.

Enter Diego Host, Philippo, and Theodosia.

Phil.

Where will our Horses meet us?

Host Dieg.

Fear not you Sir,

Some half mile hence, my worships man will stay us,

1000

How is it with my young bloods? come, be joviall,

Let's travell like a merry flock of wild geese,

Every tongue talking.

Phil.

We are very merry;

But do you know this way Sir?

Theo.

1005

Is't not dangerous?

Methinks these woody thickets should harbour knaves.

Host Die.

I fear none but fair wenches: those are theeves

May quickly rob me of my good conditions

If they cry stand once: but the best is Signiours

1010

They cannot bind my hands; for any else,

They meet an equall knave, and there's my pasport:

I have seen fine sport in this place, had these trees tongues,

They would tell ye pretty matters: do not you fear though

They are not every days delights.

Phil.

1015

What sport Sir?

Host.

Why to say true, the sport of all sports.

Phil.

What was't?

Host.

Such turning up of taffataes; and you know

To what rare whistling tunes they go, far beyond

1020

A soft wind in the shrowds: such stand there,

And down ith thother place; such supplications

And subdivisions for those toys their honours,

One, as ye are a gentleman in this bush,

And oh sweet Sir, what mean ye? ther's a bracelet,

1025

And use me I beseech ye like a woman,

And her petition's heard: another scratches,

And crys she will die first, and then swones: but certain

She is brought to life again, and does well after.

Another save mine honour, oh mine honour,

1030

My husband serves the Duke, Sir, in his kitchen;

l have a cold pie for ye; fy, fy, fy gentlemen,

Will nothing satisfie ye, where's my husband?

Another crys, do ye see Sir how they use me,

Is there no law for these things?

Theo,

1035

And good mine Host,

Do you call these fine sports?

Host.

What should I call 'em,

They have been so call'd these thousand years & upwards.

Phil.

But what becomes o'th' men?

Host.

1040

They are stript and bound,

Like so many Adams, with fig leafs afore 'em,

And there's their innocence.

Theo.

Would we had known this?

Before we reacht this place.

Phil.

1045

Come, there's no danger,

These are but sometimes chances.

Enter Bayliffe.

Host.

Now we must through.

Theo.

Who's that?

Host.

Stand to it Signiors.

Phil.

1050

No it needs not,

I know the face; 'tis honest.

Bayl.

What mine Host:

Mine everlasting honest Host.

Host.

Masse Bayly:

1055

Now in the name of an ill reckoning

What make you walking this round?

Bayl.

A — of this round,

And of all businesse too, through woods, and rascalls,

They have rounded me away a dozen duckets,

1060

Besides a fair round cloke: Some of 'em knew me,

Els they had cased me like a cony too,

As they have done the rest, and I think rosted me,

For they began to baste me soundly: my young Signiors,

You may thank heaven, and heartily, and hourly,

1065

You set not out so early; ye had been smoak'd els

By this true hand ye had Sirs, finely smoakt,

Had ye been women, smockt too.

Theo.

Heaven defend us.

Bayl.

Nay, that had been no prayer, there were those

1070

That run that prayer out of breath, yet fail'd too:

There was a Fryer, now ye talk of prayer,

With a huge bunch of beads, like a rope of onyons;

I am sure as big, that out of fear and prayer,

In half an houre wore 'em as small as bugles,

1075

Yet he was flea'd too.

Phil.

At what houre was this?

Bayl.

Some two houres since.

Theo.

Do you think the passage sure now.

Bayl.

Yes, a rope take 'em, as it will, and blesse 'em,

1080

They have done for this day sure.

Phil.

Are many riffled?

Bayl.

At the least a dozen,

And there left bound.

Theo.

How came you free?

Bayl.

1085

A curtesie

They use out of their rogueships, to bequeath

To one, that when they give a signe from far

Which is from out of danger; he may presently

Release the rest, as I met you, I was going,

1090

Having the signe from yonder hill to do it.

Theo.

Alas poor men.

Phil.

Mine Host, pray go untie'em.

Host.

Let me alone for cancelling: where are they?

Bayl.

In every bush like black birds, you cannot misse 'em

Host.

1095

I need not stalk unto 'em.

Exit.

Bayl.

No, they'l stand ye,

My busy life for yours Sir: you would wonder

To see the severall tricks, and strange behaviors

Of the poor rascals in their miseries,

1100

One weeps, another laughs at him for weeping,

A third is monstrous angry he can laugh

And crys, go too, this is no time; he laughs still,

A fourth exhorts to patience: him a fift man

Curses for tamenesse; him a Fryer schools,

1105

All hoot the Fryer: here one sings a Ballad,

And there a little Curat confutes him,

And in this linsey woolsey way, that would make a dog

Forget his dinner, or an old man fire

They rub out for their ransoms: Amongst the rest,

1110

There is a little Boy rob'd, a fine child,

It seems a Page: I must confesse my pitty

(As 'tis a hard thing in a man of my place)

To shew compassion, stir'd at him; so finely

And without noyse he carrys his afflictions,

1115

And looks as if he had but dreamt of loosing.

Enter Host and Leocadia, and others as rob'd.

This boy's the glory of this robbery,

The rest but shame the action: now ye may hear 'em.

Host.

Come lads, 'tis holy-day: hang clothes, 'tis hot,

And sweating agues are abroad.

1120

It seems so;

For we have met with rare Phisitians

To cure us of that mallady.

Host.

Fine footing,

Light and deliver: now my boys: Master Fryer,

1125

How do's your holinesse, bear up man; what

A cup of neat sack now and a toast: ha, Fryer,

A warm plaister to your belly Father,

There were a blessing now.

Fryer.

Ye say your mind Sir.

Host.

1130

Where my fine Boy: my poynter.

Bayl.

Ther's the wonder.

Host.

A rank whore scratch their sides till the pox follow

For robbing thee, thou hast a thousand ways

To rob thy self boy, dyce, and a chamber devill.

Leoc.

1135

Ye are deceiv'd Sir.

Host.

And thy Master too Boy.

Phil.

A sweet fac'd Boy indeed: what rogues were these?

What barbarous brutish slaves to strip this beauty?

Theo.

Come hither my boy: alas! he's cold, mine Host,

1140

We must intreat your Cloak.

Host.

Can ye intreat it.

Phil.

We do presume so much, you have other garments.

Host.

Will you intreat those too?

Theo.

Your Mule must too,

1145

To the next town, you say 'tis neer; in pity

You cannot see this poor Boy perish.

I know ye have a better soul, we'l satisfie ye.

Host.

'Tis a strange foolish trick I have, but I cannot help it,

I am ever cozen'd with mine own commendations;

1150

It is determin'd then I shall be robb'd too.

To make up vantage to this dozen: here Sir,

Heaven has provided ye a simple garment

To set ye off: pray keep it hansomer

Then you kept your own, and let me have it render'd,

1155

Brush'd, and discreetly folded.

Leoc.

I thank ye Sir.

Host.

Who wants a doblet?

Host.

Where will you have it?

1160

From you Sir, if you please.

Host.

Oh, there's the poynt Sir.

Phil.

My honest friends, I am sorry for your fortunes,

But that's but poor relief; here are ten Duckets,

And to your distribution holy Sir,

1165

I render 'em: and let it be your care

To se 'em, as your wants are, well divided.

Hos.

Plain dealing now my friends: and Father Fryer,

Set me the sadle right; no wringing Fryer,

Nor tithing to the Church, these are no duties;

1170

Scowre me your conscience, if the Devill tempt ye

Off with your cord, and swing him.

Fry.

Ye say well Sir.

all.

Heaven keep your goodnesse.

Theo.

Peace keep you, farewell friends

Host.

1175

Farewell light horse-men.

Exit the rob'd.

Phil.

Which way travell you Sir.

Bayl.

To the next town.

The.

Do you want any thing.

Bayl.

Only discretion to travell at good houres,

1180

And some warm meat to moderate this matter,

For I am most outragious cruell hungry

Host.

I have a stomach too such as it is

Would pose a right good pasty, I thank heaven for't.

Bayl.

Chees that would break the teeth of a new hand-saw,

1185

I could endure now like an Eastrich, or salt beeffe

That Cesar left in pickell.

Phil.

Take no care,

Wee'l have meat for you and enough: I th' mean time

Keep you the horse way lest the fellow misse us,

1190

We'l meet ye at the end o'th wood.

Host.

Make hast then.

Exit. Host. &; Bayl.

Theo.

My pretty Sir, till your necessities

Be full supplied, so please you trust our friendships,

We must not part.

Leo.

1195

Ye have pull'd a charge upon ye,

Yet such a one, as ever shall be thankfull.

Phil.

Ye have said enough: may I be bold to ask ye,

What Province you were bred in? and of what parents?

Leo.

Ye may Sir: I was born in Andoluzia,

1200

My name Francisco, son to Don Henriques

De Cardinas.

Theo.

Our noble neighbour.

Phil.

Son to Don Henriques:

I know the gentleman: and by your leave Sir,

1205

I know he has no son.

Leo.

None of his own Sir,

Which makes him put that right upon his brother

Don Zanchio's children: one of which I am,

And therefore do not much err.

Phil.

1210

Still ye do Sir,

For neither has Don Zanchio any son;

A daughter, and a rare one is heire,

Which though I never was so blest to see,

Yet I have heard great good of.

Theo.

1215

Urge no further,

He is ashamed, and blushes.

Phil.

Sir,

If it might import you to conceal your self,

I ask your mercy, I have been so curious:

Leo.

1220

Alas! I must ask yours Sir: for these lies,

Yet they were usefull ones; for by the claiming

Such noble parents, I beleev'd your bounties

Would shew more gracious: The plain truth is gentlemen,

I am Don Sanchios stewards son, a wild boy,

1225

That for the fruits of his unhappinesse,

Is faigne to seek the wars.

Theo.

This is a lie too.

If I have any ears.

Phil.

Why?

Theo.

1230

Mark his language,

And ye shall find it of too sweet a relish

For one of such a breed: ile pawn my hand,

This is no boy.

Phil.

No boy? what would you have him?

Theo.

1235

I know, no boy: I watcht how fearfully,

And yet how sodainly he cur'd his lies,

The right wit of a woman: Now I am sure.

Phil.

What are ye sure?

Theo.

That 'tis no boy: ile burn in't.

Phil.

1240

Now I consider better, and take councell,

Methinks he shows more sweetnesse in that face,

Then his fears dare deliver.

Theo.

No more talk on't,

There hangs some great waight by it: soon at night

1245

Ile tell ye more.

Phil.

Come Sir, what ere you are

With us, embrace your liberty, and our helps

In any need you have.

Leo.

All my poor service

1250

Shall be at your command Sir, and my prayers.

Phil.

Let's walke a pace; hunger will cut their throats els.

Exeunt.

SCAENA TERTIA.

Enter Rodorigo, Markantonio, and a Ship-master, two Chairs set out.

Rod.

Call up the Master.

Mast.

within.

Here Sir.

Rod.

Honest Master,

1255

Give order all the Gallys with this tyde

Fall round, and neer upon us; that the next wind

We may waigh off together, and recover

The Port of Barcelona, without parting.

Mast.

within.

Your pleasures done Sir.

Rod.

1260

Signior Markantonio,

Till meat be ready, let's sit here and prepare

Our stomachs with discourses.

Marc.

What you please Sir.

Rod.

Pray ye answer me to this doubt.

Marc.

1265

If I can Sir.

Rod.

Why should such plants as you are, pleasures children

That ow their blushing years to gentle objects,

Tenderly bred, and brought up in all fulnesse,

Desire the stubborn wars?

Marc.

1270

In those 'tis wonder,

That make their ease their god, and nor their honour:

But noble Generall, my end is other,

Desire of knowledge Sir, and hope of tying

Discretion to my time, which only shews me,

1275

And not my years, a man, and makes that more.

Which we call handsome, the rest is but boys beauty,

And with the boy consum'd.

Rod.

Ye argue well Sir.

Mar.

Nor do I wear my youth, as they were breches

1280

For object, but for use: my strength for danger,

Which is the liberal part of man, not dalliance,

The wars must be my Mistress Sir.

Rod.

O Signiour,

You'l find her a rough wench.

Mar.

1285

When she is won once,

She'l show the sweeter Sir.

Rod.

You can be pleas'd, though

Sometimes to take a tamer?

Mar.

'Tis a truth Sir,

1290

So she be handsom, and not ill condition'd.

Rod.

A Soldier should not be so curious.

Mar.

I can make shift with any for a heat Sir.

Rod.

Nay, there you wrong your youth too: and however

You are pleas'd to appear to me, which shews wel Signior,

1295

A tougher soul then your few years can testifie;

Yet my yong Sir, out of mine own experience

When my spring was, I am able to confute ye,

And say, y' had rather come to th' shock of eys,

And boldly march up to your Mistriss mouth,

1300

Then to the Cannons.

Mar.

That's as their lading is Sir.

Rod.

There be Trenches

Fitter, and warmer for your years, and safer

Then where the bullet plays.

Mar.

1305

Ther's it I doubt Sir.

Rod.

You'l easily find that faith: But come, be liberal,

What kind of woman could you make best wars with?

Mar.

They are all but heavy marches.

Rod.

Fy Marckantonio,

1310

Beauty in no more reverence?

Mar.

In the Sex Sir,

I honor it, and next to honor, love it,

For there is only beauty; and that sweetness

That was first meant for modesty: sever it

1315

And put it in one woman, it appears not.

'Tis of too rare a nature, she too gross

To mingle with it.

Rod.

This is a meer heresie.

Marc.

Which makes 'em ever mending; for that gloss

1320

That cosens us for beauty, is but bravery,

An outward shew of things well set, no more,

For heavenly beauty, is as heaven it self Sir,

Too excellent for object, and what is seen

Is but the vail then, airy clouds; grant this

1325

It may be seen, 'tis but like stars in twinklings.

Rod.

'Twas no small study in their Libraries

Brought you to this experience: But what think ye

Of that fair red and white, which we call beauty?

Mar.

Why? 'tis our creature Sir, we give it 'em,

1330

Because we like those colours, else 'tis certain

A blew face with a motley nose would do it,

And be as great a beauty, so we lov'd it,

That we cannot give, which is only beauty,

Is a fair Mind.

Rod.

1335

By this rule, all our choices

Are to no ends.

Marc.

Except the dull end, Doing.

Rod.

Then all to you seem equal?

Marc.

Very true Sir,

1340

And that makes equal dealing: I love any

That's worth love.

Rod.

How long love ye Signiour?

Marc.

Till I have other business.

Rod.

Do you never

1345

Love stedfastly one woman?

Mar.

'Tis a toyl Sir

Like riding in one rode perpetually,

It offers no variety.

Rod.

Right youth,

1350

He must needs make a Soldier; nor do you think

One woman, can love one man.

Mar.

Yes that may be,

Though it appear not often; they are things ignorant,

And therefore apted to that superstition

1355

Of doting fondness; yet of late years Signior,

That worlds well mended with 'em, fewer are found now

That love at length, and to the right mark, all

Stir now as the time stirs; fame and fashion

Are ends they aim at now, and to make that love

1360

That wiser ages held ambition;

They that cannot reach this, may love by Index;

By every days surveying who best promises,

Who has done best, who may do, and who mended

May come to do again: who appears neatest

1365

Either in new stampt cloths, or curtesies,

Done but from hand to mouth neither; nor love they these things

Longer then new are making, nor that succession

Beyond the next fair feather: Take the City,

There they go to't by gold waight, no gain from 'em

1370

All they can work by fire and water to 'em,

Profit is all they point at: if there be love

'Tis shew'd ye by so dark a light, to bear out

The bracks, and old stains in it, that ye may purchase

French velvet better cheap: all loves are endless.

Rod.

1375

Faith, if ye have a Mistress, would she heard you.

Mar.

Twere but the ventring of my place, or swearing

I meant it but for argument, as Schoolmen

Dispute high questions.

Rod.

What a world is this

1380

When young men dare determine what those are?

Age and the best experience ne'r could aim at.

Marc.

They were thick ey'd then Sir; now the print is bigger,

And they may read their fortunes without spectacles.

Rod.

Did you ne'r love?

Mar.

1385

Faith yes, once after supper,

And the fit held till midnight.

Rod.

Hot, or shaking.

Mar.

To say true, both.

Rod.

How did ye rid it?

Mar.

1390

Thus Sir,

I laid my hand upon my heart, and blest me,

And then said over certain charms I had learn'd

Against mad dogs, for love, and they are all one;

Last thought upon a windmill, and so slept,

1395

And was well ever after.

Rod.

A rare Physitian,

What would your practise gain ye?

Mar.

The wars ended,

I mean to use my heart, and have these fools

1400

Cut in the head like Cats, to save the Kingdom,

Another Inquisition.

Rod.

So old a Soldier.

Out of the wars, I never knew yet practised.

Mar.

I shall mend every day; But noble General,

1405

Believe this, but as this you nam'd discourses.

Rod.

O ye are a cunning Gamster.

Mar.

Mirths and toys

To cosen time withall, for O my troth Sir,

I can love; I think, well too; well enough

1410

And think as wel of women as they are,

Pretty fantastick things, some more regardful,

And some few worth a service: I am so honest,

I with 'em all in heaven, and you know hard Sir

'Twill be to get in there with their great farthingalls.

Rod.

1415

Well Marckantonio, I would not loose thy company

For the best. Galley I command.

Marc.

Faith Generall,

If these discourses please ye, I shall fit ye

knock within.

Once every day.

Rod.

1420

Thou canst not please me better: hark, they call

Below to Didner: ye are my Cabbin guest,

My bosom's, so you please Sir.

Marc.

Your poor Servant.

Exeunt.

Scena quarta.

Enter Philipo, and second Host.

Host.

Let 'em have meat enough woman, half a hen;

1425

There be old rotten pilchers, put 'em off too,

'Tis but a little new anoynting of 'em,

And a strong onyon, that confounds the stink.

Hostess.

They call for more Sir.

Host.

Knock a dozen eggs down,

1430

But then beware your wenches.

Hostess.

More then this too?

Host.

Worts, worts, and make 'em porridg: pop 'em up

But they shall pay for Cullyses.

Hostess.

All this is nothing;

1435

They call for kid and partridg.

Host.

Well remembred,

Where's the half Falconers dog he left?

Hostess.

It stinks Sir,

Past all hope that way.

Host.

1440

Run it o're with garlick,

And make a Roman dish on't.

Hostess.

Pray ye be patient,

And get provision in; these are fine Gentlemen,

And liberal Gentlemen; they have unde quare

1445

No mangey Muleters, nor pinching Posts

That feed upon the parings of musk-millions

And radishes, as big and tough as rafters:

Will ye be stirring in this business? here's your brother

Mine old Host of Ossuva, as wise as you are,

1450

That is, as knavish; if ye put a trick,

Take heed he do not find it.

Host.

Ile be wagging.

Hostess.

'Tis for your own commodity: why wenches.

within.

Anon for sooth.

Hostess.

1455

Who makes a fire there? and who gets in water?

Let Oliver go to the Justice, and beseech his worship

We may have two spits going; and do you here Druce,

Let him invite his worship, and his wives worship,

To the left meat to morrow.

Enter Bayliff.

Bayl.

1460

Where's the Kitchen?

Hostess.

Even at the next door Signior: what old Don?

We meet but seldom.

Bayl.

Prethee be patient Hostess,

And tell me where the meat is.

Hostess.

1465

Faith Master Bayly,

How have ye done? and how man?

Bayl.

Good sweet Hostess,

What shall we have to dinner?

Hostess.

How do's your woman,

1470

And a fine woman she is and a good woman,

Lord, how you bear your years?

Bayl.

Is't veal, or mutton,

Beef, bacon, pork, kid, pheasant, or all these,

And are they ready all?

Hostess.

1475

The hours that have been

Between us two, the merry hours: Lord!

Bayl.

Hostess,

Dear Hostess do but hear; I am hungry.

Hostess.

Ye are merrily dispos'd Sir.

Bayl.

1480

Monstrous hungry,

And hungry after much meat, I have brought hither

Right worshipful to pay the reckoning,

Money enough too with 'em, desire enough

To have the best meat, and of that enough too:

1485

Come to the point sweet wench, and so I kiss thee.

Hostess.

Ye shall have any thing, and instantly

Ere you can lick your ears, Sir.

Bayl.

Portly meat,

Bearing substantial stuff, and fit for hunger:

1490

I do beseech ye Hostess first, then some light garnish,

Two pheasants in a dish, if ye have leverits,

Rather for way of ornament, then appetite

They may be look'd upon, or larks: for fish,

As there is no great need, so I woul I not wish ye

1495

To serve above four dishes, but those full ones;

Ye have no cheese of Parma?

Hostess.

Very old Sir.

Bayl.

The less will serve us, some ten pound,

Hostess.

Alas Sir,

1500

We have not half these dainties.

Bayl.

Peace good Hostess,

And make us hope ye have.

Hostess.

Ye shall have all Sir,

Bayl.

That may be got for money.

Enter Diego the Host, and a Boy.

1. Host. Diego.

1505

Where's your Master?

Bring me your Master boy: I must have liquor

Fit for the Mermedons; no dashing now child,

No conjurings by candle light, I know all;

Strike me the oldest Sack, a piece that carries

1510

Point blank to this place boy, and batters; Hostess,

I kiss thy hands through which many a round reckoning

And things of moment have had motion.

Hostess.

Still mind old Brother.

1. Host Dei.

Set thy Seller open,

1515

For I must enter, and advance my colours

I have brought the Dons indeed wench, Dons with duckets,

And those Dons must have dainty wine, pure Bacchus

That bleeds the life blood: what is your cure ended?

Bayl.

We shall have meat man.

1. Host Die.

1520

Then we shall have wine man,

And wine upon wine, cut and drawn with wine.

Hostess.

Ye shall have all, and more then all.

Bayl.

All, well then.

1. Host Die.

Away, about your business, you with her

1525

For old acquaintance sake, to stay your stomach

Exit Hostesse and Bayliffe.

And Boy, be you my guide ad inferos,

For I will make a full descent in equipage.

Boy.

Ile shew you rare wine.

1. Host Die.

Stinging geer.

Boy.

1530

Divine Sir.

1. Host Die.

O divine boy, march, march my child, rare wine boy.

Boy.

As in Spain Sir.

1. Host Die.

Old, and strong too,

O my fine Boy, clear too?

Boy.

1535

As christal Sir, and strong as truth.

1. Host Die.

Away boy,

I am enamour'd, and I long for Dalliance,

Stay no where child, not for thy fathers blessing,

I charge thee not to save thy sisters honour,

1540

Nor to close thy dams eys were she a dying,

Till we arrive; and for thy recompence

I will remember thee in my Will.

Boy.

Ye have said Sir.

Exeunt.

ACT. III.

SCAENA I.

Enter Philippo and 2. Host.

Phil.

MINE Host, is that apperrel got ye spoke of?

1545

Ye shall have ready money.

2. Host.

'Tis come in Sir, he has it on Sir,

And I think't will be fit, and o' my credit

'Twas never worn but once Sir, and for necessity

Pawnd to the man I told ye of.

Phil.

1550

Pray bargain for it,

And I will be the pay-master.

2. Host.

I will Sir.

Phil.

And let our meat be ready when you please,

I mean as soon.

2. Host.

1555

It shall be presently.

Phil.

How far stands Barcelona?

2. Host.

But two leagues off Sir,

You may be there by three a clock.

Phil.

I am glad on't.

Exeunt.

Scena secunda.

Enter Theodosia, and Leocadia.

Theo.

1560

Signior Francisco why I draw you hither

To this remote place, marvel not, for trust me

My innocence yet never knew ill dealing,

And as ye have a noble temper, start not

Into offence, at any thing my knowledg,

1565

And for your special good, would be inform'd of,

Nor think me vainly curious.

Leoc.

Worthy Sir,

The courtesies you and your noble Brother

Even then when few men find the way to do 'em,

1570

I mean in want, so freely showrd upon me,

So truly and so timely minister'd,

Must if I should suspect those minds that made 'em,

Either proclaim me an unworthy taker,

Or worse, a base believer; Speak your mind Sir

1575

Freely, and what you please, I am your Servant.

The.

Then my yong Sir, know since our first acquaintance

Induc'd by circumstances that deceive not

To clear some doubts I have; nay blush not Signior,

I have beheld ye narrowly; more blushes!

1580

Sir, ye give me so much light, I find ye

A thing confest already; yet more blushes?

You would ill cover an offence might sink ye

That cannot hide your self; why do ye shake so?

I mean no trouble to ye; this fair hand

1585

Was never made for hardness, nor those eys.

Come do not hide 'em, for rough objects, hark ye,

Ye have betrayd your self, that sigh confirms me;

An other? and a third to? then I see

These Boys clothes do but pinch ye, come be liberal,

1590

Ye have found a friend that has found you, disguise not

That loaden soul that labors to be open:

Now you must weep, I know it, for I see

Your eys down laden to the lids, another

Manifest token that my doubts are perfect;

1595

Yet I have found a greater; till me this

Why were these holes left open, there was an error,

A foul one my Francisco, have I caught ye?

O pretty Sir, the custom of our Country

Allows men none in this place: Now the showr comes.

Leoc.

1600

O Signior Theodoro.

Theo.

This sorrow shews so sweetly

I cannot chuse but keep it company:

Take truce and speak Sir: and I charge your goodness

by all those perfect hopes that point at vertue

1605

By that remembrance these fair tears are shed for,

If any sad mis-fortune have thus form'd ye,

That either care or counsel may redeem,

Pain, purse, or any thing within the power

And honor of free Gentlemen, reveal it,

1610

And have our labors.

Leoc.

I have found ye noble

And ye shall find me true; your doubts are certain,

Nor dare I more dissemble; I am a woman,

The great example of a wretched woman;

1615

Here you must give me leave to shew my Sex;

And now to make ye know how much your credit

Has won upon my soul, so it please your patience,

Ile tell you my unfortunate sad story.

Theo.

Sit down and say on Lady.

Leoc.

1620

I am born Sir

Of good and honest parents, rich, and noble,

And not to lye, the daughter of Don Zanchio,

If my unhappy fortune have not lost me:

My name cal'd Leocadia, even the same

1625

Your worthy brother did the special honor

To name for beautiful; and without pride

I have been often made believe so Signior;

But thats impertinent: Now to my sorrows;

Not far from us a Gentleman of worth,

1630

A neighbor and a noble visitor,

Had his aboad; who often met my Father

In gentle sports of chase, and river hawking,

In course and riding, and with him often brought

A Son of his, a young and hopeful Gentleman,

1635

Nobly train'd up, in years fit for affection,

A sprighly man, of understanding excellent,

Of speech, and civill 'havior, no less powerful;

And of all parts, else my eys lyed, abundant:

We grew acquainted, and from that acquaintance

1640

Neerer into affection; from affection

Into belief.

Theo.

Well.

Leoc.

Then we durst kiss.

Theo.

Go forward.

Leoc.

1645

But O man, man, unconstant, careless man,

O subtile man, how many are thy mischiefs?

O Marck-antonio, I may curse those kisses.

Theo.

What did you call him Lady?

Leoc.

Mark-antonio,

1650

The name to me of misery.

Theo.

Pray foreward.

Leoc.

From these we bred desires Sir: but lose me heaven

If mine were lustful.

Theo.

I believe.

Leoc.

1655

This neerness

Made him importunate: When to save mine honor

Love having full possession of my powers,

I got a contract from him.

Theo.

Sealed?

Leoc.

1660

And sworn too:

Which since for some offence heaven laid upon me

I lost among my moneys in the robbery,

The loss that makes me poorest: this won from him

Fool that I was, and too too credulous,

1665

I pointed him a by-way to my chamber

The next night at an hour.

Theo.

Pray stay there Lady:

And when the night came, came he, kept he touch with ye?

Be not so shamefast: had he both your wishes?

1670

Tell me, and tell me true, did he injoy ye,

Were ye in one anothers arms, abed? the Contract

Confirm'd in full joys there? did he lie with ye?

Answer to that; ha? did your father know this,

The good old man, or kindred privy to't?

1675

And had ye their consents? did that nights promise

Make ye a Mother?

Leoc.

Why do you ask so neerly?

Good Sir, do's it concern you any thing?

Theo.

No Lady,

1680

Only the pitty why you should be used so,

A little stirs me, but did he keep his promise?

Leoc.

No, no Signior,

Alas he never came nor never meant it,

My love was fool'd, time numbred to no end,

1685

My expectation flouted, and ghess you Sir,

What dor unto a doating Maid this was,

What a base breaking off.

Theo.

All's well then Lady;

Go forward in your Story.

Leoc.

1690

Not only fail'd Sir

Which is a curse in love, and may he find it

When his affections are full wing'd, and ready

To stoop upon the quarry, then when all

His full hopes are in's arms: not only thus Sir

1695

But more injurious, faithless, treacherous,

Within two days fame gave him far remov'd

With a new love, which much against my conscience

But more against my cause, which is my hell

I must confess a fair one, a right fair one,

1700

Indeed of admirable sweetness, Daughter

Unto another of our noble neighbors

The thief cal'd Theodosia; whose perfections

I am bound to ban for ever, curse to wrinckles,

As heaven I hope will make 'em soon; and aches,

1705

For they have rob'd me poor unhappy wench

Of all, of all Sir, all that was my glory

And left me nothing but these tears, and travel:

Upon this certain news, I quit my Father

And if you be not milder in construction

1710

I fear mine honor too; and like a Page

Stole to Ossuna: from that place to Civill,

From thence to Barcellona I was travelling

When you o'er-took my misery, in hope to hear of

Gallies bound up for Italy; for never

1715

Will I leave off the search of this bad man

This filcher of affections, this love Pedler,

Nor shall my curses cease to blast her beauties

And make her name as wandring as her nature

Till standing face to face before their lusts

1720

I call heavens justice down.

Theo.

This shows too angry

Nor can it be her fault she is belov'd,

If I give meat, must they that eat it surfeit?

Leoc.

She loves again Sir, there's the mischief of it

1725

And in despight of me to drown my blessings

Which she shall dearly know.

Theo.

Ye are too violent.

Leoc.

She has Devils in her eys, to whose devotion

He offers all his service.

Theo.

1730

Who can say

But she may be forsaken too? he that once wanders

From such a perfect sweetness, as you promise

Has he not still the same rule to deceive?

Leoc.

No, no they are together, love together

1735

Past all deceipt of that side; sleep together,

Live, and delight together, and such deceipt

Give me in a wild desert.

Theo.

By your leave Lady

I see no honor in this cunning.

Leoc.

1740

Honor?

True, none of her part, honor, she deserves none,

'Tis ceas'd with wandering Ladies such as she is,

So bold and impudent.

Theo.

I could be angry

1745

Extreamly angry now beyond my nature

And 'twere not for my pitty: what a man

is this to do these wrongs: believe me Lady

I know the maid, and know she is not with him.

Leoc.

I would you knew she were in heaven.

Theo.

1750

And so well know her

That l think you are cozend.

Leoc.

So I say Sir.

Theo.

I mean in her behaviour

For trust my faith so much I dare adventure for her credit

1755

She never yet delighted to do wrong:

Leoc.

How can she then delight in him; dare she think

Be what she will, as excellent as Angels

My love so fond, my wishes so indulgent

That I must take her prewnings; stoop at that

1760

She has tyr'd upon: No Sir, I hold my beauty

Wash but these sorrows from it; of a sparkle

As right and rich as hers, my means as equal,

My youth as much unblown: and for our worths

And waight of vertue.

Theo.

1765

Do not task her so far.

Leo.

By heaven she is cork, and clouds, light, light sir, vapor

But I shall find her out, with all her witchcrafts,

Her paintings, and her powncings: for 'tis art

And only art preserves her, and meer spels

1770

That work upon his powers: let her but shew me

A ruin'd cheek like mine, that holds his colour

And writes but sixteen years in spight of sorrows

An unbathed body, smiles, that give but shadows

And wrinckle not the face: besides she is little

1775

A demy dame that, that makes no object.

Theo.

Nay,

Then I must say you err: for credit me

I think she is taller then your self.

Leoc.

Why let her

1780

It is not that shall mate me: I but ask

My hands may reach unto her.

Theo.

Gentle Lady

'Tis now ill time of further argument,

For I perceive your anger voyd of councel,

1785

Which I could wish more temperate.

Leoc.

Pray forgive me

If I have spoken uncivilly: they that look on

See more than we that play: and I beseech ye

Impute it loves offence, not mine; whose torments,

1790

If you have ever lov'd, and found my crosses

You must confesse are seldom ty'd to patience,

Yet I could wish I had said lesse.

Theo.

No harm then;

Ye have made a full amends; our Company

1795

You may command, so please you in your travels

With all our faith and furtherance; let it be so.

Leoc.

Ye make too great an offer.

Theo.

Then it shal be

Go in and rest your self, our wholsom dyet

1800

Will be made ready straight: But hark ye Lady

One thing I must entreat, your leave, and sufferance

That these things may be open to my Brother

For more respect and honour.

Leoc.

Do your pleasure.

Theo.

1805

And do not change this habit by no means

Unless ye change your self.

Leoc.

Which must not yet be.

Theo.

It carries ye concealed and safe.

Leoc.

I am counsel'd.

Exit.

Enter Philippo.

Phil.

1810

What's done?

Theo.

Why all we doubted; 'tis a woman,

And of a noble strain too, ghesse.

Phil.

I cannot.

Theo.

You have heard often of her.

Phil.

1815

Stay I think not.

Theo.

Indeed ye have; 'tis the fair Leocadia

Daughter unto Don Zanchio, our noble neighbor.

Phil.

Nay?

Theo.

'Tis she Sir o' my credit.

Phil.

1820

Leocadia,

Pish Leocadia, it must not be.

Theo.

It must be, or be nothing.

Phil.

Pray give me leave to wonder, Leocadia?

Theo.

The very same.

Phil.

1825

The damsel Leocadia

I ghest it was a woman, and a fair one

I see it through her shape, transparant plain

But that it should be she; tell me directly.

Theo.

By heavens 'tis shee.

Phil.

1830

By heaven then 'tis a sweet one.

Theo.

That's granted too.

Phil.

But heark ye, heark ye Sister,

How came she this disguis'd?

Theo.

Ile tell you that too

1835

As I came on the self-same ground, so us'd too.

Phil.

By the same man?

Theo.

The same too.

Phil.

As I live

You lovers have fine fancies,

1840

Wonderous fine ones.

Theo.

Pray heaven you never make one.

Phil.

Faith I know not,

But in that mind I am, I had rather cobble,

'Tis a more Christian trade: pray tell me one thing

1845

Are not you two now monstrous jealous

Of one another?

Theo.

She is much of me

And has rayl'd at me most unmercifully

And to my face, and o' my conscience

1850

Had she but known me, either she or I

Or both, had parted with strange faces

She was in such a fury.

Phil.

Leocadia?

Do's she speak hansomly?

Theo.

1855

Wondrous wel Sir

And all she do's becomes her, even her anger.

Phil.

How seem'd she when you found her?

Theo.

Had you seen

How sweetly fearfull her pretty self

1860

Betray'd her self, how neat her sorrow show'd,

And in what hansom phrase shee put her story,

And as occasion stir'd her how she started

Though roughly, yet most aptly into anger

You would have wonder'd.

Phil.

1865

Do's she know ye?

Theo.

No.

Nor must not by no means.

Phil.

How stands your difference?

Theo.

Ile tell ye that some fitter time, but trust me

1870

My Marck-antonio has too much to answer.

Phil.

May I take knowledge of her?

Theo.

Yes she is willing.

Phil.

Pray use her as she is, with all respects then,

For she is a woman of a noble breeding.

Theo.

1875

Ye shal not find me wanting.

Phil.

Which way bears she?

Theo.

Our way, and to our end.

Phil.

I am glad on't; heark ye,

She keeps her shape?

Enter Leocadia.

Theo.

1880

Yes, and I think by this time

Has mew'd her old.

Phil.

She is here: by heaven a rare one,

An admirable sweet one, what an eye

Of what a full command she bears, how gracious

1885

All her aspect shows; bless me from a feavor

I am not well o'th sodain.

Leoc.

Noble friends

Your meat and all my service waits upon ye.

Phil.

Ye teach us manners Lady; all which service

1890

Must now be mine to you, and all to poor too;

Blush not, we know ye; for by all our faiths

With us your honor is in sanctuary

And ever shal be.

Leoc.

I do well beleeve it,

1895

Will ye walk neerer Sir.

Exit.

Theo

She shows stil fairer,

Yonger in every change, and clearer, neater;

I know not, I may fool my self, and finely

Nourish a wolfe to eat my heart out; Certain

1900

As she appears now, she appears a wonder,

A thing amazes me; what would she do then

In womans helps, in ornaments apt for her

And deckings to her delicacy? without all doubt

She would be held a miracle; nor can I think

1905

He has forsaken her: Say what shee please,

I know his curious eye, or say he had,

Put case he could be so boy-blind and foolish,

Yet stil I fear she keeps the Contract with her

Not stolne as she affirms, nor lost by negligence,

1910

She would loose her self first, 'tis her life, and there

All my hopes are dispatch'd; O noble love

That thou couldst be without this jealousie,

Without this passion of the heart, how heavenly

Would thou appear upon us? Come what may come

1915

Ile see the end on't: and since chance has cast her

Naked into my refuge, all I can

She freely shal command, except the man.

Exit.

SCAENA TERTIA.

Enter Leonardo, and Don Pedro.

Leon.

Don Pedro, do you think assuredly

The Gallyes will come round to Barcellona

1920

Within these two dayes?

Ped.

Without doubt.

Leo.

And think ye

He will be with 'em certainly?

Ped.

He is sir

1925

I saw him at their setting off.

Leo.

Must they needs

Touch there for water as you say?

Ped.

They must sir

And for fresh meat too: few or none go by it

1930

Beside so great a Fleet must needs want trimming

If they have met with fowle seas, no harbour

On this side, Spain, is able without danger

To moore 'em, but that haven.

Leo.

Are the warrs

1935

His only end?

Ped.

So he professes.

Leo.

Bears he

Any command amongst 'em?

Ped.

Good regard

1940

With all; which quickly will prefer him.

Leo.

Pray Sir tell me,

And as you are a gentleman be liberal.

Ped.

I will Sir, and most true.

Leo.

Who saw ye with him?

Ped.

1945

None but things like himself; yong soldiers

And gentlemen desirous to seek honor.

Leo.

Was there no woman there, nor, none disguis'd

That might be thought a woman in his language?

Did he not let slip something of suspition

1950

Touching that wanton way.

Ped.

Beleeve me Sir

I neither saw, nor could suspect that face

That might be doubted womans, yet I am sure

Aboard him I see all that past, and 'tis impossible

1955

Among so many high set bloods there should be

A woman, let her close her self within a cockle,

But they would open her, he must not love

Within that place alone, and therefore surely

He would not be so foolish, had he any,

1960

To trust her there; for his discourse, 'twas ever

About his business, war, or mirth to make us

Relish a Can of wine wel; when he spoke private

'T was only the remembrance of his service,

And hope of your good prayers for his health Sir,

1965

And so I gave him to the seas.

Leo.

I thank ye,

And now am satisfied, and to prevent

Suspitions that may nourish dangers Signior,

For I have told you how the mad Alphenso

1970

Chafes like a Stag i'th toyl, and bends his fury

'Gainst all, but his own ignorance; I am determin'd

For peace sake and the preservation

Of my yet untouch'd honor, and his cure

My self to seek him there, and bring him back

1975

As testimony of an unsought injurie

By either of our actions; That the world

And he if he have reason, may see plainly

Opinion is no perfect guide; nor all fames

Founders of truths: In the mean time this courtesie

1980

I must entreat of you Sir, Be my self here

And as my self command my family.

Ped.

Ye lay too much trust on me.

Leo.

'Tis my love Sir,

I wil not be long from ye; if this question

1985

Chance to be call'd upon ere my return

I leave your care to answer; So farewell Sir.

Ped.

Ye take a wise way; All my best endeavors

Shal labor in your absence; peace go with ye.

Exit Leo.

A noble honest gentleman, free hearted

1990

And of an open faith, much loving, and much loved,

And father of that goodnesse only malice

Can truly stir against; what dare befall

Till his return Ile answer.

Exit Ped.

Enter Alphonso, and Servant.

Alph.

Walk off Sirha

1995

But keep your self within my call?

Serv.

I will Sir.

Alp.

And stir my horse for taking cold: within there,

Hoa people; you that dwel there, my brave Signior

What are ye all a sleep? is't that time with ye?

2000

Ile ring a little lowder.

Enter Pedro.

Ped.

Sir who seek ye?

Alph.

Not you Sir; Where's your Master?

Ped.

I serve no man

In way of pay sir.

Alph.

2005

Where's the man o'th house then?

Ped.

What would you have with him Sir?

Alph.

Do you stand here Sir

To ask men questions when they come?

Ped.

I would sir

2010

Being his friend, and hearing such allarums

Know how men come to visit him.

Alph.

Ye shall sir,

Pray tell his mightiness here is a gentleman

By name Alphonso, would entreat his conference

2015

About affairs of state sir, are ye answer'd?

Enter Sanchio carried.

Ped.

I must be sir.

Sanch.

Stay, set me down, stay Signior,

You must stay, and ye shall stay.

Alph.

Meaning me sir?

Sanch.

2020

Yes you Sir, you I mean, I mean you.

Alph.

Well Sir,

Why should I stay?

Sanch.

There's reason.

Alph.

Reason Sir?

Sanch.

2025

I reason sir

My wrong is greatest, and I will be serv'd first,

Call out the man of fame?

Alph.

How serv'd sir?

Sanch.

Thus sir.

Alph.

2030

But not before me.

Sanch.

Before all the world sir

As my case stands.

Alph.

I have lost a daughter sir.

Sanch.

I have lost another worth five score of her sir.

Alph.

2035

Ye must not tel me so.

Sanch.

I have, and heark ye?

Make it up five score more: Call out the fellow,

And stand you by sir.

Ped.

This is the mad morrisse.

Alph.

2040

And I stand by?

Sanch.

I say stand by, and do it.

Alph.

Stand by among thy lungs.

Sanch.

Turn presently

And say thy prayers, thou art dead.

Alph.

2045

I scorn thee

And scorn to say my prayers more then thou do'st,

Mine is the most wrong, and my daughter deerest

And mine shal first be righted.

Sanch.

Shal be righted.

Ped.

2050

A third may live I see, pray hear me gentlemen.

Sanch.

Shalbe.

Alph.

I, shal be righted.

Sanch.

Now?

Alph.

Now.

Sanch.

2055

Instantly.

Alph.

Before I stir.

Sanch.

Before me.

Alph.

Before any.

Sanch.

Dost thou consider what thou sayst? hast thou friends here

2060

Able to quench my anger, or perswade me

After I have beaten thee into one main bruist

And made thee spend thy state in rotten apples,

Thou canst at length be quiet, shal I kil thee

Divide thee like a rotten Pumpion,

2065

And leave thee stincking to posterity,

Ther's not the least blow I shall give; but do's this

Urge me no further: I am first.

Alph.

Ile hang first.

No goodman glory, 'tis not your bravado's,

2070

Your punctuall honor, nor soldadoship.

Sanch.

Set me a little neerer.

Alph.

Let him sally.

Lin'd with your quircks of carriage and discretion

Can blow me off my purpose. Wher's your credit

2075

With all your school points now? your decent arguing

And apt time for performing: where are these toys,

These wise ways, and most honourable courses,

To take revenge? how dar'st thou talk of killing,

Or think of drawing any thing but squirts

2080

When letchery has dry founderd thee?

Sanch.

Neerer yet,

That I may spit him down: thou look'st like a man.

Ped.

I would be thought so Sir.

Sanch.

Prethee do but take me,

2085

And fling me upon that Puppy.

Alph.

Do for heavens sake,

And see but how ile hug him.

Sanch.

Yet take warning.

Ped.

Faith gentlemen, this is a needlesse quarrell.

Sanch.

2090

And do you desire to make one?

Ped.

As a friend Sir,

To tell you all this anger is but lost Sir,

For Leonardo is from home.

Alph.

No, no Sir.

Ped.

2095

Indeed he is.

Sanch.

Where dare he be, but here Sir,

When men are wrong'd, and come for satisfactions.

Ped.

It seems he has done none Sir, for his businesse

Cleer of those cares, hath carried him for sometime

2100

To Barcelona; if he had been guilty,

I know he would have staid, and cleer'd all difference

Either by free confession, or his sword.

Sanch.

This must not be.

Ped.

Sure, as I live, it is Sir.

Alph.

2105

Sure, as we all live,

He's run away for ever: Barcelona,

Why? 'tis the key for Italy, from whence

He stole first hither.

Sanch.

And having found his knaveries

2110

Too grosse to be forgiven, and too open,

He has found the same way back again: I beleeve too

The good grasse gentleman, for his own ease,

Has taken one oth' Pillyes: Is not his stuffe sold.

Alph.

I fear his worships shoos too; to escape us,

2115

I do not think he has a dish within dores,

A louse left of his linnage.

Ped.

Ye are too wide Sir.

Alph.

Or one poor wooden spoon,

Ped.

Come in and see Sir.

Alph.

2120

Ile see his house on fire first.

Ped.

Then be pleas'd Sir

To give better censure.

Sanch.

I will after him,

And search him like conceal'd land; but ile have him,

2125

And though I find him in his shrift, ile kill him.

Alph.

Ile bear ye company.

Sanch.

Pray have a care then,

A most especiall care, indeed a fear,

Ye do not anger me.

Alph.

2130

I will observe ye,

And if I light upon him hansomly.

Sanch.

Kill but a peece of him, leave some Alphonso

For your poor friends.

Ped.

I fear him not for all this.

Alph.

2135

Shall we first go home,

For it may prove a voyage, and dispose

Of things there; heaven knows what may follow.

Sanch.

No,

Ile kill him in this shirt I have on: let things

2140

Govern themselves, I am master of my honor

At this time, and no more; let wife, and land,

Lie lay till I return.

Alph.

I say amen to't:

But what care for our monies?

Sanch.

2145

I will not spend

Above three shillings, till his head be here,

Foure is too great a sum for all his fortunes.

Come take me up instantly.

Alph.

Farewell to you Sir,

2150

And if your friend be in a featherbed,

Sow'd up to shrowd his fears, tell him 'tis folly,

For no course but his voluntary hanging

Can get our pardons.

Exeunt.

Ped.

These I think would be

2155

Offence enough, if their own indiscretions

Would suffer 'em: two of the old seditions,

When they want enemies, they are their own foes:

Were they a little wiser, I should doubt 'em:

Till when ile ne'r break sleep, nor suffer hunger

2160

For any harm he shall receive: For 'tis as easie

If he be guilty, to turn these two old men

Upon their own throats, and look on, and live still.

As 'tis to tell five pound: a great deal sooner,

And so ile to my meat, and then to hawking.

Exit.

ACT. IV.

SCAENA I.

Enter Markantonio, and a Gentleman.

Marc.

2165

Sir, this is complement; I pray you leave me.

Gent.

Sir, is it not?

Marc.

Why? I would only see the Town.

Gent.

And only that I come to shew you.

Marc.

Which I can see without you.

Gen.

2170

So you may

Plainly, not safely: For such difference

As you have seen betwixt the sea and earth

When waves rise high, and land would beat 'em back

As fearfull of Invasion; such we find

2175

When we land here at Barcelona.

Marc.

Sir.

Gent.

Besides our Generall of the Gallyes, fearing

Your hasty nature, charg'd me not return

Without you safe.

Marc.

2180

O Sir, that Rodorigo

Is noble, and he do's mistake my temper.

There is not in the world, a mind lesse apt

To conceive wrongs, or do 'em; ha's he seen me

In all this voyage, in the which he pleases

Enter Eugenia, with divers Attendents.

2185

To call me friend, let slip a hasty word?

'S'light Sir: yonder is a Lady vaild,

For propernesse, beyond comparison,

And sure her face is like the rest: we'l see't.

Gent.

Why? you are hasty Sir already: know you

2190

What 'tis you go about.

Marc.

Yes, I would see

The womans face.

Gent.

Iob. Eacon ready to shool off a Pistol.

By heaven you shall not do't:

You do not know the custome of the place:

2195

To draw that curtain here, though she were mean,

Is mortall.

Marc.

Is it? earth must come to earth

At last, and by my troth, ile try it Sir.

Gent.

Then I must hold you fast. By all the faith

2200

That can be plac'd in man, 'tis an attempt

More dangerous then death: 'tis death and shame:

I know the Lady well.

Marc.

Is she a Lady?

I shall the more desire to see her Sir.

Gent.

2205

She is Alanso's wife, the Governor,

A noble gentleman.

Marc.

Then let me go,

If I can win her, you and I will govern

This Town Sir, fear it not, and we will alter

2210

These barbarous customes then; for every Lady

Shall be seen daily, and seen over too.

Gent.

Come, do not jest, nor let your passions bear you

To such wild enterprises: hold you still,

For as I have a soul, you shall not do't.

Rod.

2215

above.

She is a Lady of unblemishd'd fame,

And here to offer that affront, were base:

Hold on your way, and we will see the Town,

And overlook the Ladyes.

Marc.

I am school'd,

2220

And promise you I will: But good Sir, see,

Shee will passe by us now; I hope I may

Salute her thus far off.

Gent.

'S foot, are you mad?

'Twill be as ill as th'other.

1. Attend.

2225

What's the matter?

What would that fellow have?

Gent.

Good Sir forbear,

1. Atte.

It seems you are new landed: would you beg

Any thing here?

Marc.

2230

Yes Sir, all happinesse

To that fair Lady, as I hope.

Gent.

Marckantonio.

Marc.

Her face, which needs no hiding: I would beg

A sight of.

Gent.

2235

Now go on, for 'tis too late

To keep this from a tumult.

1. Attend.

Sirrah, you

Shall see a fitter object for your eyes,

Then a fair Ladies face.

Eug.

2240

For heavens sake, raise not

A quarrell in the streets for me.

1. Attend.

Slip in then;

This is your door.

Eug.

Will you needs quarrell then?

1. Attend.

2245

We must, or suffer

This outrage: is't not all your minds sirs, speak?

all.

Yes.

Eug.

Then I do beseech ye, let my Lord

Enter three or four Soldiers.

Not think the quarrell about mee; for 'tis not.

Exit.

Gent.

2250

See, happly some of our Galley Soldiers

Are come a shore.

1. Attend.

Come on Sir, you shall see

Faces enough.

Gent.

Some one of you call to

Enter certain Townsmen.

2255

Our Generall, the whole rore of the Towne

Comes in upon us.

Marc.

I have seen Sir better

Perhaps, then that was cover'd; and will yet

Enter Philippo, Theodosia, and Leocadia.

fight.

See that, or spoil yours.

Phil.

2260

On: why start you back?

Theo.

Alas Sir, they are fighting.

Leoc.

Let's begon,

See, see, a hansome man strook down.

Gent.

Ho Generall,

2265

Look out, Antonio is in distresse.

Enter Rodorigo above.

Theo.

Antonio?

Leoc.

Antonio! 'tis he.

Rod. within.

Ho, Governor make a shot into the Town,

Ile part you: bring away Antonio

a shot.

2270

Into my Cabben.

Exit Attendents and Townsmen.

Gent.

I will do that office.

I fear It is the last, that I shall do him.

Exit Soldiers and Gentlemen with Marckantonio.

Theo.

The last, why will he die?

Leoc.

Since I have found him: happinesse leave me,

2275

When I leave him.

Exit.

Phil.

Why Theodosia?

My Sister; wake: alas, I griev'd but now

To see the streels so full; and now I grieve

To see 'em lest so empty I could wish,

2280

Tumult himself were here, that yet at least

Amongst the band, I might espie some face

So pale and fearfull, that would willingly

Embrace an arrand for a Cordiall,

Or Aquavitae, or a cup of sack,

2285

Or a Phisitian. But to talk of these

She breaths: stand up, O Theodosia,

Speak but as thou wert wont, give but a sigh,

Which is but the most unhappy peece of life,

And I will ever after worship and build

2290

Apply my self to grief; prepare and build

Altars to sorrow.

Theo.

O Philippo, help me.

Phil.

I do; these are my arms; Philippo's arms,

Thy Brothers arms that hola thee up.

Theo.

2295

You help me

To life: but I would see Antonio

That's dead.

Phil.

Thou shalt see any thing; how dost thou?

Theo.

Better, I thank you.

Phil.

2300

Why that's well: call up

Thy sences, and uncloud thy cover'd spirits.

How now?

Theo.

Recover'd: but Antonio,

Where is he?

Phil.

2305

We will find him: art thou well?

Theo.

Perfectly well, saving the misse of him;

And I do charge you here, by our allyance,

And by the love which would have been betwixt us,

Knew we no kindred; by that killing fear,

2310

Mingled with twenty thousand hopes and doubts,

Which you may think, plac'd in a Lovers heart,

And in a Virgins too, when she wants help,

To grant me your assistance, to find out

This man alive, or dead; and I will pay you

2315

In service, tears, or prayers, a world of wealth:

But other treasure, I have none: alas!

You men have strong hearts; but we feeble maids

Have tender eyes, which only given be

To blind themselves, crying for what they see.

Phil.

2320

Why do'st thou charge me thus? have I been found

Slow to perform, what I could but imagine

Thy wishes were; have I at any time

Tender'd a businesse of mine own, beyond

A vanity of thine? have I not been

2325

As if I were a senslesse creature, made

To serve thee without pow'r of questioning,

If so, why fear'st thou?

Theo.

I am satisfied.

Phil.

Come, then let's go; wher's Leocadia?

Theo.

2330

I know not Sir.

Phil.

Wher's Leocadia?

Theo.

I do not know.

Phil.

Leocadia,

This Tumult made the streets as dead as night,

2335

A man may talk as freely: what's become

Of Leocadia?

Theo.

She's run away.

Phil.

Begone, and let us never more behold

Each others face, till we may both together

2340

Fasten our eyes on her: accursed be

Those tender cozening names of charity,

And naturall affection, they have lost

Me only by observing them, what cost

Travell, and fruitlesse wishes may in vain

2345

Search through the world, but never find again.

Theo.

Good Sir be patient, I have done no fault

Worthy this banishment.

Phil.

Yes, Leocadia,

The Lady so distress'd, who was content

2350

To lay her story, and to lay her heart

As open as her story to your self,

Who was content, that I should know her Sex,

Before dissembl'd, and to put her self

Into my conduct, when I undertook

2355

Safely to guard, is in this Tumult lost.

Theo.

And can I help it Sir?

Phil.

No, would thou couldst,

You might have done, but for that scale religion

You woman bear to swownings, you do pick

2360

Your times to faint, when some body is by:

Bound or by nature, or by love, or service

To raise you from that well dissembled death:

Inform me but of one that has been found

Dead in her private chamber by her self,

2365

Where sicknesse would no more forbear, then here,

And I will quit the rest for her.

Theo.

I know not

What they may do, and how they may dissemble;

But by my troth, I did not.

Phil.

2370

By my troth,

Would I had try'd; would I had let thee layen,

And followed her.

Theo.

I would you had done so

Rather, then been so angry: wher's Antonio?

Phil.

2375

Why do'st thou vex me with these questions?

Ile tell thee where, he's carried to the Gallyes,

There to be chain'd, and row, and beat, and row

With knotted ropes, and pizzels; if he swound,

He has a dotes of bisket.

Theo.

2380

I am glad

He is alive.

Phil.

Was ever man thus troubled,

Tell me where Leocadia is?

Theo.

Good brother be not so hasty, and I think I can:

2385

You found no error in me, when I first

Told you she was a woman, and beleeve me

Something I have found out, which makes me think,

Nay, almost know so well, that I durst swear

She follow'd hurt Antonio.

Phil.

2390

What do we

Enter the Governor, two Attendees, and the Townsmen.

Then lingring here; we will aboard the Gallyes

And find her.

Gov.

Made he a shot into the Town?

1. Attend.

He did Sir.

Gov.

2395

Call back those Gentlemen.

1. Attend.

The Governour, commands you back.

Phil.

We will obey him Sir.

Gov.

You gave him cause so shoot, I know; he is

So far from rash offence, and holds with me

2400

Such curious friendship: could not one of you

Have call'd me while 'twas doing, such an uproar,

Before my dore too?

1. Townsm.

By my troth Sir, we were so busy in the publick cause, of our own

Private falling out, that we forgot it; at home we see now

2405

You were not, but as soon as the shot made us fly, we ran

Away as fast as we could to seek your honour.

Gov.

'Twas gravely done; but no man tels the cause

Or chance, or what it was that made you differ.

1. Towns.

For my part Sir, if there were any that I knew

2410

Of, the shot drove it out of my head: do you know any neighbours.

all.

Not we, not we.

Gov.

Not wel nor can you tell.

1. Attend.

No other cause,

But the old quarrell betwixt the Town and the Gallyes.

Gov.

2415

Come neerer Gentlemen: what are your names?

Phil.

My name Philippo.

Theo.

And mine Theodoro.

Gov.

Strangers you are it seems.

Phil.

Newly ariv'd.

Gov.

2420

Then you are they begun this Tumult.

Phil.

No Sir.

Gov.

Speak one of you.

1. Attend.

They are not, I can quiet 'em.

Theo.

Yet we saw part, and an unhappy part

2425

Of this debate, a long sought friend of ours

Strook down for dead, and borne unto the Gallyes,

His name is Markantonio.

Phil.

And another

Of our own company, a Gentleman

2430

Of noble birth, besides accompanied

With all the gifts of nature, ravish'd hence?

We know not how, in this dissention.

Gov.

Get you home all, and work; and when I hear

You meddle with a weapon any more

2435

But those belonging to your Trades, ile lay you

Where your best Customers shall hardly find you.

Exit Townsmen.

I am sorry gentlemen, I troubled you,

Being both strangers; by your tongues, and looks,

Of worth: To make ye some part of amends

2440

If there be any thing in this poor Town

Of Barcelona that you would command,

Command me.

Theo.

Sir, this wounded Gentleman,

If it might please you, if your pow'r and love

2445

Extend so far, I would be glad to wish

Might be remov'd into the Town for cure:

The Gallyes stay not, and his wound I know

Cannot endure a voyage.

Gov.

Sir, he shall,

2450

I warrant you; Go call me hither Sirrah,

One of my other Servants.

Exit 1. attendant.

Phil.

And besides.

The gentleman we lost, Signior Francisco,

Shall he be render'd too.

Enter a Servant, Rowl: Ashton.

Gover.

2455

And he Sir too: Go sirrah, bear this ring

To Rodorigo, my most noble friend,

The Generall of the Gallys: Tell him this.

Exit servant:

Theo.

Now we shall have 'em both.

Phil.

Blest be thy thoughts

2460

For apprehending this: blest be thy breath

For utring it.

Gover.

Come gentlemen, you shall

Enter my roof: and I will send for Surgeons,

And you shall see your friends here presently.

Theo.

2465

His name was Markantonio.

Gover.

I know it,

And have sent word so.

Phil.

Did you not forget

Francisco's name?

Gover.

2470

Nor his: you'ar truly welcome,

To talk about it more, were but to say

The same word often over: you are welcome.

Exeunt.

SCAENA SECUNDA.

Enter Markantonio, carried. Leocadia following, and the Servant. 2 Soldiers carrying him.

Serv.

This is the house Sir.

Mar.

Enter it, I pray you,

2475

For I am faint, although I think my wound

Be nothing. Soldiers, leave us now: I thank you.

1. Sold.

Heaven send you health Sir.

Serv.

Let me lead you in.

Mark.

My wounds not in my feet; I shall entreat 'em

2480

I hope to bear me so far.

Exit.

2. Sold.

How seriously these land men fled, when our Generall made a

Shot, as if he had been a warning to cal 'em to their Hall.

1. Sold.

I cannot blame 'em: What a man have they now in the

Town, able to maintain a Tumult, or uphold a matter out

2485

Of square if need be: O the quiet hurley burleys that I

Have seen in this Town, when we have fought four howrs

Together, and not a man amongst us so impertinent or

Modest to ask why? but now the pillars that bare

Up this blessed Town in that regular debate, and

2490

Scambling, are dead, the more's the pity.

2. Sold.

Old Ignatio lives still.

1. Sold.

Yes, I know him: he will do pretily well at a mans liver:

But where is there a man now living in the Town

That hath a steady hand, and understands Anotomy

2495

Well? if it come to a particular matter of the lungs,

Or the spleen, why? alas Ignatio is to seek; are

There any such men left as I have known, that

Would say they would hit you in this place? is there

Ever a good heartist, or a member percer, or a

2500

Small-gut man left in the Town, answer

Me that.

2. Sold.

Masse, I think there be not.

1. Sold.

No, I Warrant thee. Come, come, 'tis time

We were at the Gallys.

Exeunt.

Enter Governour, Eugenia, Markantonio, Philippo, Theodosia, Leocadia, Attendants.

Gover.

2505

Sir, you may know by what I said already,

You may command my house; but I must beg

Pardon to leave you, if the publique businesse

Forc'd me not from you, I my self should call it

Unmannerly: but good Sir, do you give it

2510

A milder name: it shall not be an houre

Ere I return.

Marc.

Sir, I was nere so poor

In my own thoughts, as that I want a means

To require this with.

Gover.

2515

Sir, within this houre.

Exit.

Marc.

This the Lady that I quarrell'd for:

O lust, if wounds cannot restrain thy power,

Let shame: nor do I feel my hurt at all,

Nor is it ought, only I was well beaten:

2520

If I pursue it, all the civill world

That ever did imagine the content

Found in the band of man and wife unbroke,

The reverence due to housholds, or the blemish

That may be stuck upon posterity

2525

Will catch me, bind me, burn upon my forehead,

This is the wounded stranger, that receiv'd

For charity into a house, attempted:

I will not do it.

Eug.

Sir, how do you now?

2530

That you walk off.

Marc.

Worse Madam, then I was;

But it will over.

Eug.

Sit, and rest a while.

Marc.

Where are the Surgeons?

Eug.

2535

Sir, it is their manner,

When they have seen the wound especially,

The patient being of worth, to go consult,

Which they are now at in another room,

About the dressing.

Marc.

2540

Madam, I do feel

My self not well.

Theo.

Alas!

Leoc.

How do you Sir.

Eug.

Will you drink waters?

Marc.

2545

No good Madam, 'tis not

So violent upon me; nor I think

Any thing dangerous: But yet there are

Some things that sit so heavy on my conscience

That will perplex my mind, and stop my cure,

2550

So that unlesse I utter 'em. A scratch

Here on my thumb will kill me: Gentlemen,

I pray you leave the room, and come not in

Your selves, or any other till I have

Open'd my self to this most honour'd Lady.

Phil.

2555

We will not.

Theo.

O blest! he will discover now

His love to me.

Leoc.

Now he will tell the Lady

Our Contract.

Exit.

Eug.

2560

I do beleeve he will confesse to me

The wrong he did a Lady in the streets;

But I forgive him.

Marc.

Madam, I perceive

My self grow worse and worse.

Eug.

2565

Shall I call back your friends?

Marc.

O no; but ere I do impart

What burthens me so sore, let me entreat you,

(For there is no trust in these Surgeons)

To look upon my wound; it is perhaps

2570

My last request: But tell me truly too,

That must be in: how far you do imagine

Ir will have pow'r upon me.

Eug.

Sir, I will.

Marc.

For heavens sake, softly: oh, I must needs lay

2575

My head down easily, whilst you do it.

Eug.

Do Sir,

'Tis but an ordinary blow; a child

Of mine has had a greater, and been well;

Are you faint hearted?

Mar.

2580

Oh.

Eug.

Why do you sigh?

There is no danger in the world in this;

I wonder it should make a man sit down;

What do you mean, why do you kisse my breasts?

2585

Lift up your head, your wound, may well endure it.

Mar.

O Madam, may I not expresse affection,

Dying-affection too I fear, to those

That do me favors, such as this of yours.

Eug.

If you mean so, 'tis well; but what's the busines

2590

Lies on your conscience?

Mar.

I will tell you Madam.

Eug.

Tel me, and laugh?

Mar.

But I wil tel you true

Though I do laugh, I know as well as you

2595

My wound is nothing, nnor the power of earth

Could lay a wound upon me, in your presence,

That I could feel; But I do laugh to think

How covertly, how far beyond the reach

Of men, and wisemen too, we shal deceive 'em,

2600

Whilst they imagine I am talking here

With that short breath I have, ready to swound

At every full point; you my ghostly Mother

To hear my sad confession, you and I

Will on that bed within, prepar'd for me,

2605

Debate the matter privately.

Eug.

Forbear,

Thou wert but now as welcome to this house

As certain cures to sick men, and just now

This sodain alteration makes thee look

2610

Like plagues come to infect it; if thou knewst

How loathsom thou wilt be, thou wouldst intreat

These walls, or postes to help thee to a hurt,

Past thy dissimulation.

Mar.

Gentle Madam

2615

Cal 'em not in?

Eug.

I will not yee, this place

I know to be within the reach of tongue,

And ears, thou canst not force me; therefore hear me

What I will tell thee quickly, thou art born

2620

To end some way more disesteem'd then this,

Or which is worse, to dye of this hurt yet,

Come gentleman.

Enter Leocadia.

Mar.

Good Madam.

Eug.

Gentlemen.

Leoc.

2625

Madam how is't? is Mark-antonio well?

Methinks your looks are alter'd, and I see

A strange distemper in you.

Eug.

I am wrought

By that dissembling man, that fellow worth

2630

Nothing but kicking.

Enter Philippo, and Theodosia.

Leo.

Gentle Madam speak

To me alone, let not them understand

His fault, he wil repent it I dare swear.

Eug.

Ile tell it you in private.

Phil.

2635

Mark-antonio,

How do you?

Mar.

Stand further off I pray you

Give me some ayre.

Theo.

Good Brother, wil he scape,

2640

The Surgeons say there is no danger.

Phil.

Scape?

No doubt he wil.

Leo.

Alas wil he not leave

This trying all; Madam, I do beseech you

2645

Let me but speak to him, you and these by,

And I dare almost promise you to make him

Shew himself truly sorrowful to you, besides a story I shal open to you,

Not put in so good words but in it self

So full of chance, that you wil easily

2650

Forgive my tediousnesse, and be wel pleas'd

With that so much afflicts me.

Eug.

Good Sir do.

Leo.

And I desire no interruption

Of speech may trouble me, till I have said

2655

What I wil quickly do.

Theo.

What wil she say?

Eug.

Come gentlemen, I pray you lend your ears,

And keep your voyces.

Leo.

Signior Mark-antonio

2660

How do you?

Mar.

Oh the Surgeons.

Leoc.

Let me tel you

Who know as wel as you, you do dissemble,

It is no time to do so; leave the thoughts

2665

Of this vain world, forget your flesh and blood,

And make your spirit an untroubled way

To passe to what it ought.

Mar.

You'r not in earnest?

Why I can walk Sir, and am wel.

Leoc.

2670

'Tis true

That you can walk, and do beleeve you'r wel:

It is the nature, as your Surgeons say

Of these wounds, for a man to go, and talk,

Nay merrily, till his last hour, his minute:

2675

For heaven sake sir, sit down again.

Mar.

Alas

Where are the Surgeons?

Leoc.

Sir, they will not come,

If they should dresse you, you would dye they say

2680

Ere one told twenty; trouble not your mind,

Keep your head warm, and do not stir you body,

And you may live an hour.

Mar.

Oh heavens, an hour?

Alas, it is to little to remember

2685

But half the wrongs that I have done; how short

Then for contrition, and how least of all

For satisfaction?

Leo.

But you desire

To satisfie.

Mar.

2690

Heaven knows I do.

Leo.

Then know

That I am he, or she, or what you will

Most wrong'd by you; your Leocadia,

I know you must remember me.

Mar.

2695

Oh heaven!

Leo.

That lost her friends, that lost her fathers house,

That lost her fame, in loosing of her Sex,

With these strange garments, there is no excuse

To hinder me, it is within your power

2700

To give me satisfaction; you have time

Left in this little peece of life to do it:

Therefore I charge you for your conscience sake,

And for our fame, which I would fain have live

When both of us are dead; to celebrate

2705

That Contract; which you have both seal'd and sworn

Yet ere you dye, which must be hastily

Heaven knows.

Mar.

Alas, the sting of conscience

To death-ward for our faults: draw neerer all

2710

And hear what I unhappy man shal say;

First Madam I desire your pardon; next

(I fell my spirits fail me) Gentlemen

Let me shake hands with you, and let's be friends,

For I have done wrong upon wrong so thick

2715

I know not where, that every man methinks

should be mine enemy; Forgive me both.

Lastly 'tis true (oh I do feel the power

Of death seize on me) that I was contracted

By seal and oath to Leocadia;

2720

(I must speak fast, because I fear my life

Will else be shorter then my speech would be)

But 'tis impossible to satisfie

You Leocadia, but by repentance,

Though I can dyingly, and boldly say

2725

I know not your dishonor, yet that was

Your vertue, and not mine, you know it wel;

But herein lies th' impossibility,

O Theodosia, Theodosia

I was betroth'd to Theodosia

2730

Before I ever saw thee; heaven forgive me

She is my wife this half hour whilst I live.

Theo.

That's I, that's I, I'me Theodosia,

Hear me a litle now, who have not suffer'd

Disgrace at all methinks, since you confess

2735

What I so long have sought for, here is with me

Philippo too, my Brother.

Mar.

I am glad;

All happiness to him; Come let me kiss thee

Beg pardon of that Maid for my offence,

2740

And let me further, with a dying breath

Tell in thine ear, the rest of my desires.

Eug.

I am afraid they wil all four turn women

If we hold longer talk.

Leoc.

Alas there is

2745

No hope for me; that's Theodosia

And that her Brother, I am only sorry

I was beholding to 'em; I will search

Over the world, as carelesse of my fortunes,

As they of me, till I can meet a curse

2750

To make these almost-killing sorrows worse.

Exit.

Theo.

Sir, as I live she ly'd, only to draw

A just confession from you, which she hath

A happy one for me, ask of this Lady,

Ask of my Brother.

Eug.

2755

Sir, she did dissemble,

Your wound is nothing.

Phil.

Leocadia's gone.

Exit.

Theo.

Rise up, and stir your self, 'tis but amazement

And your imagination that afflicts you,

2760

Look you Sir now.

Mar.

I think 'tis so indeed.

Theo.

The Surgeons do not come, because they swear

It needs no dressing.

Eug.

You shal talk with 'em

2765

Within, for your own fancy.

Mar.

Where's your Brother And Leocadia?

Eug.

Within Belike.

Mar.

I feel my self methinks as well as ever.

Eug.

Keep then your mind so too; I do forgive

2770

The fault you did to me; But here is one

Must not be wrong'd hereafter.

Mar.

Neither shall shee

When I make jests of oathes again, or make

My lust play with religion, when I leave

2775

To keep true joyes for her, and yet within

My self true sorrow for my passed deeds

May I want grace, when I would fain repent,

And find a great and sodain punishment.

Exeunt.

ACT. V.

SCAENA I.

Enter Philippo, Diego, and Incubo.

Phil.

WHere is mine Host, did not he see him neither?

Die.

2780

Not I, y faith Sir.

Phil.

Nor the muleter?

Inc.

Nay he is past seeing, unlesse it be in's sleep,

By this time; all his visions were the pots,

Three hours since Sir.

Phil.

2785

Which way should she take?

Nay, look you now; do you all stand stil? good god

You might have lighted on him, now, this instant?

For loves sake seek him out, who ever find him

I will reward his fortune as his diligence;

2790

Get all the Town to help, that will be hir'd,

Their pains ile turn to an annall holiday,

If it shal chance, but one bring word of her,

Pray you about it.

Inc.

Her sir? who do you mean?

Phil.

2795

(I had forgot my self) the Page I meant

That came along with us.

Die.

He you give the clothes too?

Phil.

I ga' the clothes to; Rascal.

Die.

Nay good Sir.

Phi.

2800

Why do'st thou mention, or upbraid my courtesies Slave?

Die.

For your honor Sir.

Phil.

Wretch; I was honor'd,

That she would wear 'em (he, I would say) 's death?

Go, get, and find him out, or never see me,

2805

I shal betray my love ere I possess it,

Some star direct me, or ill planet strike me.

Exit Phil.

Inc.

Best to divide.

Die.

Ile this way.

Inc.

And I this.

Dieg.

2810

I, as you, find him for a real.

Inc.

'Tis done.

Die.

My course is now directly to some piehouse

I know the Pages compasse.

Inc.

I think rather

2815

The smock side o' the Town, the surer harbor

At his years to put in.

Die.

If I do find

The hungry haunt, I take him by the teeth now.

Inc.

I by the tail, yet I as you.

Die.

2820

No more.

Exeunt.

SCAENA SECUNDA.

Enter Philippo.

Phil.

Dear Leocadia, where canst thou be fled

Thus like a spirit hence? and in a moment?

What cloud can hide thee from my following search

If yet thou art a body? sure she hath not

2825

Tane any house? she did too late leave one

Where all humanity of a place receiv'd her,

And would (if she had stayd) have help'd to right

The wrong her fortune did her; yet she must

Be inter'd somewhere, or be found, no street,

2830

Lane, passage, corner, turn, hath scap'd enquiry:

If her dispair had ravish'd her to ayre

Shee could not yet be rarefied so

Enter Incube.

But some of us should meet her? though their eyes

Perhaps be leaden, and might turn; mine would

2835

Strike out a lightning for her, and divide

A mist as thick as ever darksnesse was,

Nay see her through a quarry; they do lye,

Lye grosly that say love is blind: by him,

And heaven they lye; he has a sight can pierce

2840

Through Ivory as clear as it were horn,

And reach his object.

Inc.

Sir hee's found, hee's found.

Phil.

Ha? where? But reach that happy note again

And let it relish truth, thou art an Angel.

Inc.

2845

Hee's here; fast by sir, calling for a Boat

To go aboard the Gallies.

Phil.

Where, where; hold thee.

Exit.

Inc.

He might ha' kept this now, I had nought to shew for 't

If he had had the wit t' have gone from 's word,

2850

These direct men, they are no men of fashion,

Talk what you will, this is a very smelt.

Exit.

SCAENA TERTIA.

Enter Leonardo with a Surgeon.

Leon.

Upon your art Sir, and your faith to assist it

Shal I beleeve you then hiS wounds not mortal?

Surg.

Sir 'tis not worth your question; lesse your fear.

Leon.

2855

You do restore me Sir, I pray you accept

This smal remembrance of a fathers thanks

For so assur'd a benefit.

Surg.

Excuse me.

Leon.

Sir I can spare it, and must not beleeve

2860

But that your fortune may receive 't, except

You'ld ha' me think you live not by your practise.

Surg.

I crave your pardon Sir; you teach me manners.

Leon.

I crave your love and friendship, and require

As I have made now, both my self and businesse

2865

A portion of your care, you wil but bring me

Under the person of a call'd assistant

To his next opening, where I may but see him,

And utter a few words to him in private,

And you will merit me; For I am loth

2870

Since here I have not to appear my self,

Or to be known unto the Governor,

Or make a tumult of my purpose.

Surg.

Neither

I hope wil be your need Sir; I shal bring you

2875

Both there, and off again without the hazard.

Exeunt.

SCAENA QUARTA.

Enter Philippo, and Leocadia.

Phil.

Wil you not hear me?

Leoc.

I have heard so much

Wil keep me deaf for ever; No, Mark-antonie

After thy sentence, I may hear no more,

2880

Thou hast pronounc'd me dead.

Phil.

Appeal to reason,

She will reprieve you from the power of grief,

Which rules but in her absence; Hear me say

A soveraign message from her, which in duty,

2885

And love to your own safety, you ought hear:

Why do you strive so? whither would you fly?

You cannot wrest your self away from care

You may from councel; you may shift your place

But not your person; and another Clyme

2890

Makes you no other.

Leoc.

Oh.

Phil.

For passions sake,

(Which I do serve, honor, and love in you)

If you will sigh, sigh here; If you would vary

2895

A sigh to tears, or out-cry, do it here.

No shade, no desart, darknesse, nor the grave

Shal be more equal to your thoughts then I,

Only but hear me speak.

Leoc.

What would you say?

Phil.

2900

That which shall raise your heart, or pul down mine,

Quiet your passion, or provoke mine own;

We must have both one balsame, or one wound,

For know (lov'd fair) since the first providence

Made me your rescew, I have read you through,

2905

And with a wondring pity, look'd on you,

I have observ'd the method of your blood,

And waited on it even with sympathy

Of a like red, and palenesse in mine own;

I knew which blush was angers, which was loves,

2910

Which was the eye of sorrow, which of truth;

And could distinguish honor from disdain

In every change; And you are worth my study:

I saw your voluntary misery

Sustain'd in travel: A disguised Maid

2915

Wearied with seeking: and with finding lost,

Neglected, where you hop'd most; or put by;

I saw it, and have laid it to my heart,

And though it were my Sister, which was righted,

Yet being by your wrong, I put off nature,

2920

Could not be glad, where I was bound to triumph,

My care for you, so drown'd respect of her,

Nor did I only apprehend your bonds,

But studyed your release: and for that day

Have I made up a ransom, brought you health

2925

Preservative 'gainst chance, or injury

Please you apply it to the grief; my self.

Leoc.

Humh.

Phil.

Nay do not think me lesse then such a cure,

Antonio was not; And 'tis possible

2930

Philippo may succeed: My blood and house

Are as deep rooted: and as fairly spread,

As Mark-antonio's, and in that, all seek,

Fortune hath given him no precedency:

As for our thanks to Nature I may burn

2935

Incense as much as he: I ever durst

Walk with Antonio oy the self-same light

At any feast, or triumph, and nev'r car'd

Which side my Lady or her woman took

In their survey; I durst have told my tale too

2940

Though his discourse new ended.

Leoc.

My repulse.

Phil.

Let not that torture you, which makes me happy

Nor think that conscience (fair) which is no shame

'Twas no repulse, I was your dowry rather:

2945

For then methought a thousand graces met

To make you lovely, and ten thousand stories

Of constant vertue, which you then out-reach'd,

In one example, did proclaim you rich

Nor do I think you wretched, or disgrac'd

2950

After this suffring, and do therefore take

Advantage of your need; but rather know

You are the charge and businesse of those powers,

Who, like best Tutors, do inflict hard tasks

Upon great Natures, and of noblest hopes;

2955

Read trivial lessons, and half lines to sluggs;

They that live long and never feel mischance,

Spend more then half their age in ignorance.

Leoc.

'Tis wel you think so.

Phil.

You shal think so too,

2960

You shal sweet Leocadia, and do so.

Leoc.

Good Sir no more; you have too fair a shape

To play so foul a part in, as the Tempter:

Say that I could make peace with fortune, who,

Who should absolve me of my vow yet; ha?

2965

My Contract made?

Phil.

Your Contract?

Leoc.

Yes, my Contract,

Am I not his? his wife?

Phil.

Sweet, nothing lesse.

Leoc.

2970

I have no name then?

Phil.

Truly then you have not;

How can you be his wife, who was before

Anothers husband?

Leoc.

Oh, though he dispence

2975

With his faith given, I cannot with mine.

Phil.

You do mistake (cleer soul) his precontract

Doth annul yours, and you have giv'n no faith

That ties you in religion, or humanity,

You rather sin against that greater precept,

2980

To covet what's anothers; Sweet, you do

Beleeve me, who dare not urge dishonest things,

Remove that scruple therefore, and but take

Your dangers now, into your judgements skale

And weigh them with your safeties: Think but whither

2985

Now you can go: what you can do to live?

How neer you ha' barr'd all Ports to your own succor,

Except this one that I here open: Love

Should you be left alone, you were a prey

To the wild lust of any, who would look

2990

Upon this shape like a temptation

And think you want the man you personate

Would not regard this shift, which love put on

As vertue forc'd but covet it like vice;

So should you live the slander of each Sex,

2995

And be the child of error, and of shame,

And which is worse, even Mark-antonie

Would be cal'd just, to turn a wanderer off,

And Fame report you worthy his contempt;

Where if you make new choyce, and setle here

3000

There is no further tumult in this flood.

Each currant keeps his course, and all suspitions

Shal return honors: Came you forth a Maid?

Go home a Wife? alone? and in disguise?

Go home a waited Leocadia:

3005

Go home, and by the vertue of that Charm

Transform all mischiefs, as you are transform'd;

Turn your offended Fathers wrath to wonder,

And all his loud grief to a silent welcome:

Unfold the Riddles you have made, what say you?

Enter Sanchio carried, Alphonso, and Servants.

3010

Now is the time; delay is but despair,

If you be chang'd, let a kisse tell me so.

Leoc.

I am: but how, I rather feel then know.

Sanc.

Come Sir; you are welcome now to Barcellona,

Take off my hood.

Phil.

3015

Who be these? stay, let's view 'em?

Alph.

'Twas a long journey: are you not weary Sir?

Sanc.

Weary? I could have rid it in mine Armour.

Leoc.

Alas!

Phil.

What ayl you deer?

Leoc.

3020

It is my Father.

Phil.

Your Father: which?

Leoc.

He that is carried: oh

Let us make hence.

Phil.

For loves sake: good my heart.

Leoc.

3025

Into some house before he see me.

Phil.

Deer,

Be not thus frighted.

Leoc.

O his wrath is tempest.

Phil.

Sweet, take your spirit to you, and stay bee't he,

3030

He cannot know you in this habit, and me

I'me sure he lesse knows, for he never saw me.

Alph.

Ha? who is that? my Son Philippo?

Phil.

Sir.

Alp.

Why, what make you here? Is this Salamanca?

3035

And that your study? ha? nay stay him too,

Wee'l see him by his leave.

Serv.

You must not strive Sir.

Alph.

No, no, come neer.

Sanc.

My daughter: Leocadia?

Alph.

3040

How Sir: your daughter?

Sanc.

Yes Sir, and as sure

As that's your Son: Come hither: what now? run

Out o' your sex? breech'd? was't not enough

At once to leave thy Father, and thine honor,

3045

Unlesse th' hadst quit thy self too.

Phil.

Sir what fault

She can be urg'd off, I must take on me

The guilt, and punishment.

Sanc.

You must Sir: how

3050

If you shal not, though you must? I deal not

With boys Sir; I, you have a Father here

Shal do me right.

Alph.

Thou art not mad Philippo?

Art thou Mark-antonie? Son to Leonardo?

3055

Our businesse is to them.

Sanc.

No, no, no, no,

Ile ha' the businesse now: with you, none else,

Pray you let's speak, in private: (carry me to him)

Your Son's the ravisher Sir, and here I find him:

3060

I hope you'l give me cause to think you noble,

And do me right, with your sword sir, as becomes

One gentleman of honor to another;

All this is fair Sir: here's the sea fast by,

Upon the sands, we will determine

3065

'Tis that I call you too; let's make no days on't,

Ile lead your way; to the seaside Rascals.

Phil.

Sir

I would beseech your stay; he may not follow you.

San.

No, turn ile kill him here then: Slaves, Rogues, Blocks

3070

Why do you not bear me to him? ha' you been

Acquainted with my motions, loggs, so long

And yet not know to time 'em.

Phil.

Were you Sir

Not impotent.

Alph.

3075

Hold you your peace Boy.

Sanc.

Impotent

'Death ile cut his throat first, and then his Fathers.

Alph.

You must provide you then a sharper razor

Then is your tongue, for I not fear your sword.

Sanc.

3080

'Heart bear mee to either of 'em.

Phil.

Pray Sir your patience.

Enter Governor and Attendants.

Alph.

My curse light on thee if thou stay him.

Phil.

Hold.

Gov.

Why, what's the matter, Gentlemen, what tumult

3085

Is this you raise i'th street? before my door?

Know you what 'tis to draw a weapon here.

Sanc.

Yes, and to use it (bear me up to him, Rogues)

Thus, at a Traytors heart.

Alph.

Truer then thine.

Gov.

3090

Strike, strike; Some of the people disarm 'em,

Kil 'em if they resist.

Phil.

Nay generous sir

Let not your courtesie turn fury now.

Gover.

Lay hold upon 'em, take away their weapons,

3095

I wil be worth an answer, ere we part.

Phil.

Tis the Governour sir.

Alph.

I yield my selfe.

Sanch.

My Sword? what thinkst thou of me? pray thee tell me.

1 Attend.

As of a Gentleman.

Sanch.

3100

No more.

1 Attend.

Of worth,

And quality.

Sanch.

And I should quit my Sword

There were small worth or quality in that friend;

3105

Pray thee learn thou more worth and quality

Then to demand it.

Gov.

Force it I say.

1 Atten.

The Governour

You heare, commands.

Sanch.

3110

The Governour shall pardon me.

Phil.

How, Leocadia gone again?

Exit Phil.

Sanch.

He shall friend

I'th point of honour; by his leave, so tell him,

His person and authority I acknowledge,

3115

And do submit me to it; but my Sword,

He shal excuse me, were he fifteen Governours;

That and I dwell together, and must yet

Till my hands part, assure him.

Gov.

I say force it.

Sanch.

3120

Stay, heare me. Hast thou ever read Curanza?

Understandst thou honour, Noble Governour?

Gov.

For that we'l have more fit dispute.

Sanch.

Your name sir.

Gov.

You shall know that too: But on colder termes,

3125

Your blood and brain are now too hot to take it.

Sanch.

Force my Sword from me? this is an affront.

Gov.

Bring 'em away.

Sanch.

You'l do me reparation.

Exeunt.

Enter Philippo.

Phil.

I have for ever lost her, and am lost,

3130

And worthily: my tamenesse hath undone me;

She's gone hence, asham'd of me: yet I seek her.

Will she be ever found to me again,

Whom she saw stand so poorly, and dare nothing

In her defence, here, when I should have drawn

3135

This Sword out like a meteor, and have shot it

In both our parents eyes, and left 'em blind

Unto their impotent angers? O I am worthy

On whom this losse and scorn should light to death

Without the pity that should wish me better,

3140

Either alive, or in my Epitaph.

Enter Leonardo, Marc-Antonio.

Leon.

Well son, your father is too neere himselfe

And hath too much of nature to put off

Any affection that belongs to you.

I could have onely wish'd you had acquainted

3145

Her father, whom it equally concerns,

Though y'had presum'd on me: it might have open'd

An easier gate, and path to both our joyes:

For though I am none of those flinty Fathers

That when their children do but naturall things,

3150

Turn rock and offence streight: yet Marc-antonio,

All are not of my quarry.

Mar.

Tis my feare sir;

And if hereafter I should ere abuse

So great a piety, it were my malice.

Enter Attendants.

Atten.

3155

We must intreat you Gentlemen to take

Another room, the Governour is comming

Here, on some businesse.

Enter Governour, Sanchio, Alphonso, Attendants.

Mar.

We will give him way.

Sanch.

I will have right sir on you; that believe,

3160

If there be any Marshals Court in Spaine.

Gov.

For that sir we shall talke.

Sanch.

— doe not slight me,

Though I am without a Sword.

Gov.

Keep to your chaire sir.

Sanch.

3165

— Let me fall, and hurle my chaire! (slaves) at him.

Gov.

You are the more temperd man sir: let me intreat

Of you the manner how this brawle fell out.

Alph

Fell out? I know not how: nor do I care much:

But here we came sir to this Town together,

3170

Both in one businesse and one wrong, engag'd

To seeke one Leonardo an old Genoese,

I ha' said enough there; would you more? false father

Of a false sonne, cal'd Marc-antonio,

Who had stole both our daughters; and which father

3175

Conspiring with his sonne in treachery,

It seemd, to fly our satisfaction,

Was, as we heard, come private to this Town

Here to take ship for Italy.

Leon.

You heard

3180

More then was true then: by the feare, or falshood,

And though I thought not to reveale my selfe

(Pardon my manners in't to you) for some

Important reasons; yet being thus character'd

And challeng'd, know I dare appeare, and doe

3185

To who dares threaten.

Mar.

I say he is not worthy

The name of man, or any honest preface,

That dares report or credit such a slander.

Doe you sir say it?

Alph.

3190

Sir, I doe say it.

Gov.

Hold,

Is this your father Signior Marc-antonio?

You have ill requited me thus to conceale him

From him would honour him, and do him service.

Enter Eugenia.

Leon.

3195

Twas not his fault sir.

Eug.

Where's my Lord.

Gov.

Sweet heart.

Eug.

Know you these Gentlemen? they are all the fathers

Unto our friends.

Gov.

3200

So it appeares my Dove.

Sanch.

Sir I say nothing: I doe want a Sword,

And till I have a Sword I will say nothing.

Eug.

Good sir command these Gentlemen their Armes;

Entreat 'em as your friends, not as your prisoners.

3205

Where be their Swords?

Gov.

Restore each man his weapon.

Sanch.

It seems thou hast not read Curanza, fellow

I must have reparation of honour,

As well as this; I finde that wounded.

Gov.

3210

Sir,

I did not know your quality, if I had

Tis like I should have done you more respects.

Sanch.

It is sufficient, by Caranza's rule.

Eug.

I know it is sir.

Sanch.

3215

Have you read Caranza Lady?

Eug.

If you mean him that writ upon the duell,

He was my kinsman.

Sanch.

Lady, then you know

By the right noble writings of your kinsman,

3220

My honour is as deere to me, as the Kings.

Eug.

Tis very true sir.

Sanch.

Therefore I must crave

Leave to goe on now with my first dependance.

Eug.

What ha you more?

Gov.

3225

None here good Signior.

Sanch.

I will, refer me to Claranza still.

Eug.

Nay love, I prethee let me mannage this.

With whom is't sir?

Sanch.

With that false man Alphonso.

Eug.

3230

Why he has th'advantage sir in legs.

Sanch.

But I

In truth, and hand and heart, and a good Sword.

Eug.

But how if he will not stand you Sir.

Alph.

For that,

3235

Make it no question Lady, I will sticke

My feet in earth down by him, where he dare.

Sanch.

O would thou wouldst.

Alph.

Ile do't.

Sanch.

Let me kisse him.

3240

I feare thou wilt not yet.

Eug.

Why Gentlemen,

If you'l proceed according to Curanza,

Me thinks an easier way, were too good chaires,

So you would be content sir to be bound,

3245

'Cause he is lame, ile fit you with like weapons,

Pistols and Ponyards, and ev'n end it. If

The difference between you be so mortall.

It cannot be tane up.

Sanch.

Tane up? take off

3250

This head first.

Alph.

Come bind me in a chaire.

Eug.

Yes, do.

Gov.

What mean you, Dove.

Eug.

Let me alone,

3255

And set 'em at their distance: when you ha' done

Lend me two Ponyards; ile have Pistols ready

Quickly.

Exit.

Enter Philippo.

Phil.

She is not here Marc-antonio.

Saw you not Leocadia?

Mar.

3260

Not I brother.

Phil.

Brother let's speak with you; you were false unto her.

Mar.

I was, but have ask'd pardon: why do you urge it?

Phil.

You were not worthy of her.

Mar.

May be I was not;

3265

But tis not well, you tell me so.

Phil.

My sister

Is not so faire.

Mar.

It skils not.

Phil.

Nor so vertuous.

Mar.

3270

Yes, she must be as vertuous.

Phil.

I would faine —

Mar.

What brother?

Phil.

Srike you.

Mar.

I shall not beare strokes

3275

Though I do these strange words.

Phil.

Will you not kill me?

Mar.

For what good brother?

Phil.

Why, for speaking well

Of Leocadia.

Mar.

3280

No indeed.

Phil.

Nor ill

Of Theodosia?

Enter Eugenia, Leocadia, Theodosia, and one with two Pistols.

Mar.

Neither.

Phil.

Fare you well then.

Eug.

3285

Nay you shall have as Noble seconds too

As ever duellists had; give 'em their weapons:

Now St Iago.

Sanch.

Are they charg'd?

Eug.

Charg'd sir,

3290

I warrant you.

Alph.

Would they were well discharg'd.

Sanch.

I like a Sword much better I confesse.

Eug.

Nay wherefore stay you? shal I mend your mark?

Strike one another, thorough these?

Phil.

3295

My love.

Alph.

My Theodosia.

Sanch.

I ha' not the heart.

Alph.

Nor I.

Eug.

Why here is a dependance ended.

3300

Unbind that Gentleman; come take here to you

Your sonnes and daughters, and be friends. A feast

Waites you within, is better then your fray:

Lovers, take you your own, and all forbeare

Under my roofe, either to blush or feare

3305

My love, what say you; could Cuzanza himselfe

Carry a businesse better?

Gov.

It is well:

All are content I hope, and we well eas'd,

If they for whom we have done all this be pleas'd.

Exeunt.

[ EDITORIAL CASTLIST

Incubo the Bayliff

Diego the Host

Hostesse

Theodosia

Philippo

Lazaro

Pedro

Alphonso

Servant

Servant 2

Leonardo

Don Zanchio

Boy 1 rob’d

Boy 2 rob’d

Fryer

Leocadia

Rodorigo

Ship-master

Markantonio

Boy 3

Don Pedro

A Gentleman

Eugenia

Attendant 1

All.

Governor

Townsman 1

Soldier 1

Soldier 2

Surgeon

Second Host