Her Father and my self approve it with,
And I must tell you, I much hope it hath
Wrought some impression by her alteration;
She sighs, and saies, forsooth, and cries heigh-ho,
She'll take ill words o' th' Steward, and the Servants,
Yet answer affably, and modestly:
Things Sir, not usual with her: there she is,
Change some few words.
_Say._ Madam, I am bound t'ye;
How now, fair Mistriss, working?
_Cla._ Yes forsooth,
Learning to live another day.
_Say._ That needs not.
_Cla._ No forsooth: by my truly but it does,
We kn[o]w not what we may come to.
_Eug._ 'Tis strange.
_Say._ Come, I ha begg'd leave for you to play.
_Cla._ Forsooth
'Tis ill for a fair Lady to be idle.
_Say._ She had better be well-busied, I know that.
Turtle: me thinks you mourn, shall I sit by you?
_Cla._ If you be weary, Sir, you had best be gone
(I work not a true stitch) now you're my mate.
_Say._ If I be so, I must do more than side you.
_Cla._ Ev'n what you will, but tread me.
_Say._ Shall we bill?
_Cla._ Oh no, forsooth.
_Say._ Being so fair, my _Clara_,
Why d'ye delight in Black-work?
_Cla._ Oh White Sir,
The fairest Ladies like the blackest men:
I ever lov'd the colour: all black things
Are least subject to change.
_Say._ Why, I do love
A black thing too: and the most beauteous faces
Have oftnest of them: as the blackest eyes,
Jet-arched brows, such hair: I'll kiss your hand.
_Cla._ 'Twill hinder me my work Sir: and my Mother
Will chide me, if I do not do my taske.
_Say._ Your Mother, nor your Father shall chide: you
Might have a prettier taske, would you be rul'd,
And look with open eyes.
_Cla._ I stare upon you:
And broadly see you, a wondrous proper man,
Yet 'twere a greater taske for me to love you
Than I shall ever work Sir, in seven year,
--O' this stitching, I had rather feel
Two, than sow one:--this rogue h' as given me a stitch good
faith sir: I shall prick you.
Clean cross my heart:
_Say._ In gooder faith, I would prick you againe.
_Cla._] Now you grow troublesome: pish, the man is foolish.
_Say._ Pray wear these trifles.
_Cla._ Neither you, nor trifles,
You are a trifle, wear your self, Sir, out,
And here no more trifle the time away.
_Say._ Come; you're deceiv'd in me, I will not wake,
Nor fast, nor dye for you.
_Cla._ Goose, be not you deceiv'd,
I cannot like, nor love, nor live with you,
Nor fast, nor watch, nor pray for you.
_Eug._ Her old fit.
_Say._ Sure this is not the way, nay, I will break
Your melancholly.
_Cla._ I shall break your pate then,
Away, you sanguine scabbard.
_Eug._ Out upon thee
Thou'lt break my heart, I am sure.
_Enter_ Alvarez, Piorato, Lucio, _and_ Bobadilla.
_Say._ She's not yet tame.
_Alv._ On Sir; put home: or I shall goad you here
With this old Fox of mine, that will bite better:
Oh, the brave age is gone; in my young daies
A _Chevalier_ would stock a needle[s] point
Three times together: strait i' th' hams?
Or shall I give ye new Garters?
_Bob._ Faith old Master.
There's little hope: the linnen sure was danck
He was begot in, he's so faint, and cold: [_2 Torches ready._
Ev'n send him to _Toledo_, there to study,
For he will never fadge with these _Toledos_;
Bear ye up your point there; pick his teeth: Oh base.
_Pio._ Fie: you are the most untoward Scholar: bear
Your body gracefully: what a posture's there?
You lie too open-breasted.
_Luc._ Oh!
_Pio._ You'ld never
Make a good States-man:
_Luc._ Pray no more.
I hope to breathe in peace, and therefore need not
The practise of these dangerous qualities,
I do not mean to live by't; for I trust
You'll leave me better able.
_Alv._ Not a Button:
Let's goe get us a new heir.
_Eug._ I by my troth: your daughter's as untoward.
_Alv._ I will break thee bone by bone, and bake thee,
E'r I'll ha' such a wooden Son to inherit:
Take him a good knock; see how that will work.
_Pio._ Now, for your life Signior:
_Luc._ Oh: alas, I am kill'd
My eye is out: look Father: _Zancho_:
I'll play the fool no more thus, that I will not.
_Cla._ 'Heart: ne'r a rogue in _Spain_ shall wrong my brother
Whilst I can hold a sword.
_Pio._ Hold Madam, Madam.
_Alv. Clara._
_Eug._ Daughter.
_Bo[b]._ Mistress.
_Pio. Bradamante._
Hold, hold I pray.
_Alv._ The devil's in her, o'the other side sure,
There's Gold for you: they have chang'd what ye calt's:
Will no cure help? well I have one experiment,
And if that fail, I'll hang him, then here's an end on't.
Come you along with me: and you Sir: [_Exeunt. Alv. Eug. Luc. Bob._
_Bob._ Now are you going to drowning.
_Say._ I'll ev'n along with ye: she's too great a Lady
For me, and would prove more then my match. [_Exit._
_Cla._ You'r he spoke of _Vitelli_ to the Stewerd:
_Pio._ Yes, and I thank you, you have beat me for't.
_Cla._ But are you sure you do not wrong him?
_Pio._ Sure?
So sure, that if you please venture your self
I'll shew you him, and his Cokatrice together,
And you shall hear 'em talk.
_Cla._ Will you? by ---- Sir
You shall endear me ever: and I ask
You mercy.
_Pio._ You were somewhat boystrous.
_Cla._ There's Gold to make you amends: and for this pains,
I'll gratifie you farther: I'll but masque me
And walk along with ye: faith let's make a night on't. [_Exit._
_Scæna Quinta._
_Enter_ Alguazier, Pachieco, Mendoza, Metaldi,
Lazarillo.
_Alg._ Come on my brave water-Spaniels, you that hunt Ducks in
the night: and hide more knavery under your gownes than your
betters: observe my precepts, and edifie by my doctrine: at
yond corner will I set you; if drunkards molest the street, and
fall to brabling, knock you down the malefactors, and take you
up their cloaks and hats, and bring them to me: they are lawful
prisoners, and must be ransom'd ere they receive liberty: what
else you are to execute upon occasion, you sufficiently know,
and therefore I abbreviate my Lecture.
_Met._ We are wise enough, and warm enough.
_Men._ Vice this night shall be apprehended.
_Pach._ The terror of rug-gownes shall be known: and our bil[s]
Discharge us of after recknings.
_Laz._ I will do any thing, so I may eat.
_Pach. Lazarillo_, We will spend no more; now we are
grown worse, we will live better: let us follow our calling
faithfully.
_Alg._ Away, then the Common-wealth is our Mistress: and who
Would serve a common Mistress, but to gain by her? [_Exeunt._
_Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima._
_Enter_ Vitelli, Lamorall, Genevora, Anastro, _and two_
_Pages with lights_.
_Lam._ I pray you see the Masque, my Lord.
_Ana._ 'Tis early night yet.
_Gen._ O if it be so late, take me along:
I would not give advantage to ill tongues
To tax my being here, without your presence
To be my warrant.
_Vit._ You might spare this, Sister,
Knowing with whom I leave you; one that is
By your allowance, and his choice, your Servant,
And may my councel and perswasion work it,
Your husband speedily: For your entertainment
My thanks; I will not rob you of the means
To do your Mistriss some acceptable service
In waiting on her to my house.
_Gen._ My Lord.
_Vit._ As you respect me, without farther trouble
Retire, and fast those pleasures prepar'd for you,
And leave me to my own ways.
_Lam._ When you please Sir. [_Exeunt._
_Scæna Secunda._
_Enter_ Malroda, _and_ Alguazier.
_Mal._ You'll leave my Chamber?
_Alg._ Let us but bill once,
My Dove, my Sparrow, and I, with my office
Will be thy slaves for ever.
_Mal._ Are you so hot?
_Alg._ But tast the difference of a man in place,
You'l find that when authority pricks him forward,
Your _Don_, nor yet your _Diego_ comes not near him
To do a Lady right: no men pay dearer
For their stoln sweets, than we: three minutes trading
Affords to any [si]nner a protection
For three years after: think on that, I burn;
But one drop of your bounty.
_Mal._ Hence you Rogue,
Am I fit for you? is't not grace sufficient
To have your staff, a bolt to bar the door
Where a _Don_ enters, but that you'l presume
To be his taster?
_Alg._ Is no more respect
Due to [t]his rod of justice?
_Mal._ Do you dispute?
Good Doctor of the Dungeon, not a word more,
--If you do, my Lord _Vitelli_ knows it.
_Alg._ Why I am big enough to answer him,
Or any man.
_Mal._ 'Tis well. [Vitelli _within_.
_Vit. Malroda._
_Alg._ How?
_Mal._ You know the voice, and now crowch like a Cur,
Tane worrying sheep: I now could have you guelded
For a Bawd rampant: but on this submission
For once I spare you.
_Alg._ I will be reveng'd--
My honorable Lord.
_Enter_ Vitel.
_Vit._ There's for thy care.
_Alg._ I am mad, stark mad: proud Pagan scorn her host?
I would I were but valiant enough to kick her,
_Enter_ Piorato, _and_ Clara _above_.
I'l[d] wish no manhood else.
_Mal._ What's that?
_Alg._ I am gone. [_Exit._
_Pio._ You see I have kept my word.
_Cla._ But in this object
Hardly deserv'd my thanks.
_Pio._ Is there ought else
You will command me?
_Cla._ Only your sword
Which I must have: nay willingly I yet know
To force it, and to use it.
_Pio._ 'Tis yours Lady.
_Cla._ I ask no other guard.
_Pio._ If so I leave you:
And now, if that the Constable keep his word,
A poorer man may chance to gull a Lord. [_Exit._
_Mal._ By this good ---- you shall not.
_Vit._ By this ----
I must, and will, _Malroda_; What do you make
A stranger of me?
_Mal._ I'll be so to you,
And you shall find it.
_Vit._ These are your old arts
T'endear the game you know I come to hunt for,
Which I have born too coldly.
_Mal._ Do so still,
For if I heat you, hang me.
_Vit._ If you do not
I know who'll starve for't: why, thou shame of women,
Whose folly, or whose impudence is greater
Is doubtful to determine; this to me
That know thee for a whore.
_Mal._ And made me one,
Remember that.
_Vit._ Why should I but grow wise
And tye that bounty up, which nor discretion
Nor honor can give way to; thou wouldst be
A Bawd e're twenty, and within a Month
A barefoot, lowzie, and diseased whore,
And shift thy lodgings oftner than a rogue
That's whipt from post to post.
_Mal._ Pish: all our Colledge
Know you can rail well in this kind.
_Cla._ For me
He never spake so well.
_Vit._ I have maintain'd thee
The envy of great fortunes, made thee shine
As if thy name were glorious: stuck thee full
Of jewels, as the firmament of Stars,
And in it made thee so remarkable
That it grew questionable, whether virtue poor,
Or vice so set forth as it is in thee,
Were even by modesties self to be preferr'd,
And am I thus repaid?
_Mal._ You are still my debtor;
Can this (though true) be weigh'd with my lost honor,
Much less my faith? I have liv'd private to you,
And but for you, had ne'r known what lust was,
Nor what the sorrow for't.
_Vit._ 'Tis false.
_Mal._ 'Tis true,
But how return'd by you, thy whole life being
But one continued act of lust, and Shipwrack
Of womens chastities.
_Vit._ But that I know
That she that dares be damn'd, dares any thing,
I should admire thy tempting me: but presume not
On the power you think you hold o're my affections,
It will deceive you: yield, and presently
Or by the inflamed blood, which thou must quench
I'll make a forcible entry.
_Mal._ Touch me not:
You know I have a throat, ---- if you do
I will cry out a rape, or sheath this here,
Ere I'll be kept, and us'd for Julip-water
T'allay the heat which lushious meats and wine
And not desire hath rais'd.
_Vit._ A desperate devil,
My blood commands my reason; I must take
Some milder way.
_Mal._ I hope (dear _Don_) I fit you.
The night is mine, although the day was yours
You are not fasting now: this speeding trick
Which I would as a principle leave to all,
That make their maintenance out of their own _Indies_,
As I do now; my good old mother taught me,
Daughter, quoth she, contest not with your lover
His stomach being empty; let wine heat him,
And then you may command him: 'tis a sure one:
His looks shew he is coming.
_Vit._ Come this needs not,
Especially to me: you know how dear
I ever have esteemed you.
_Cla._ Lost again.
_Vit._ That any sight of yours, hath power to change
My strongest resolution, and one tear
Sufficient to command a pardon from me,
For any wrong from you, which all mankind
Should kneel in vain for.
_Mal._ Pray you pardon those
That need your favor, or desire it.
_Vit._ Prethee.
Be better temper'd: I'll pay as a forfeit
For my rash anger, this purse fil'd with Gold.
Thou shalt have servants, gowns, attires, what not?
Only continue mine.
_Mal._ 'Twas this I fish'd for.
_Vit._ Look on me, and receive it.
_Mal._ Well, you know
My gentle nature, and take pride t'abuse it:
You see a trifle pleases me, we are friends;
This kiss, and this confirms it.
_Cla._ With my ruine.
_Mal._ I'll have this diamond, and this pearl.
_Vit._ They are yours.
_Mal._ But will you not, when you have what you came for,
Take them from me to morrow? 'tis a fashion
Your Lords of late have us'd.
_Vit._ But I'll not follow.
_Cla._ That any man at such a rate as this
Should pay for his repentance.
_Vit._ Shall we to bed now?
_Mal._ Instantly, Sweet; yet now I think on't better
There's something first that in a word or two
I must acquaint you with.
_Cla._ Can I cry ay me,
To this against my self? I'll break this match,
Or make it stronger with my blood. [_Descends._
_Enter_ Alguazier, Piorato, Pacchieco, Metaldi, Mendoza,
Lazarillo, _&c._
_Alg._ I am yours.
A _Don_'s not priviledg'd here more than your self,
Win her, and wear her.
_Pio._ Have you a Priest ready?
_Alg._ I have him for thee, Lad; and when I have
Married this scornful whore to this poor gallant,
She will make suit to me; there is a trick
To bring a high-pris'd wench upon her knees:
For you my fine neat _Harpyes_ stretch your tallons
And prove your selves true night-Birds.
_Pach._ Take my word
For me and all the rest.
_Laz._ If there be meat
Or any banquet stirring, you shall see
How I'll bestow my self.
_Alg._ When they are drawn,
Rush in upon 'em: all's fair prize you light on:
I must away: your officer may give way
To the Knavery of his watch, but must not see it.
You all know where to find me. [_Exit._
_Met._ There look for us.
_Vit._ Who's that?
_Mal._ My _Piorato_, welcome, welcome:
Faith had you not come when you did my Lord
Had done I know not what to me.
_Vit._ I am gul'd,
First cheated of my Jewels, and then laug[h]'d at:
Sirha, what makes you here?
_Pio._ A business brings me,
More lawful than your own.
_Vit._ How's that, you slave?
_Mal._ He's such, that would continue her a whore
Whom he would make a wife of.
_Vit._ I'll tread upon
The face you doat on, strumpet.
_Enter_ Clara.
_Pach._ Keep the peace there.
_Vit._ A plot upon my life too?
_Met._ Down with him.
_Cla._ Show your old valor, and learn from a woman;
One Eagle has a world of odds against
A flight of Dawes, as these are.
_Pio._ Get you off,
I'll follow instantly.
_Pach._ Run for more help there. [_Exeunt all but Vit. and Clara._
_Vit._ Loss of my gold, and jewels, and the wench too
Afflicts me not so much, as th'having _Clara_
The witness of my weakness.
_Cla._ He turns from me,
And yet I may urge merit, since his life
Is made my second gift.
_Vit._ May I ne'r prosper
If I know how to thank her.
_Cla._ Sir, your pardon
For pressing thus beyond a Virgins bounds
Upon your privacies: and let my being
Like to a man, as you are, be th'excuse
Of my solliciting that from you, which shall not
Be granted on my part, although desir'd
By any other: Sir, you understand me,
And 'twould shew nobly in you, to prevent
From me a farther boldness, which I must
Proceed in, if you prove not merciful,
Though with my loss of blushes and good name.
_Vit._ Madam, I know your will, and would be thankful
If it were possible I could affect
The daughter of an enemy.
_Cla._ That fair false one
Whom with fond dotage you have long pursu'd
Had such a father: she to whom you pay
Dearer for your dishonor, than all titles
Ambitious men hunt for, are worth.
_Vit._ 'Tis truth.
_Cla._ Yet, with her, as a friend you still exchange
Health for diseases, and, to your disgrace,
Nourish the rivals to your present pleasures,
At your own charge, us'd as a property
To give a safe protection to her lust,
Yet share in nothing but the shame of it.
_Vit._ Grant all this so, to take you for a wife
Were greater hazard; for should I offend you
(As 'tis not easy still to please a woman)
You are of so great a spirit, that I must learn
To wear your petticoat, for you will have
My breeches from me.
_Cla._ Rather from this hour
I here abjure all actions of a man,
And will esteem it happiness from you
To suffer like a woman: love, true love
Hath made a search within me, and expell'd
All but my natural softness, and made perfect
That which my parents care could not begin.
I will show strength in nothing, but my duty,
And glad desire to please you, and in that
Grow every day more able.
_Vit._ Could this be,
What a brave race might I beget? I find
A kind of yielding; and no reason why
I should hold longer out: she's young, and fair,
And chast; for sure, but with her leave, the Devil
Durst not attempt her: Madam, though you have
A Soldiers arm, your lips appear as if
They were a Ladies.
_Cla._ They dare Sir, from you
Endure the tryal.
_Vit._ Ha: once more I pray you:
The best I ever tasted; and 'tis said
I have prov'd many, 'tis not safe I fear
To ask the rest now: well, I will leave whoring
And luck herein send me with her: worthiest Lady,
I'll wait upon you home, and by the way
(If ere I marry, as I'll not forswear it)
Tell you, you are my wife.
_Cla._ Which if you do,
From me all man-kind women, learn to woe. [_Exeunt._
_Scæna Tertia._
_Enter_ Alguazier, Pachieco, Metaldi, Mendoza, Lazarillo.
_Alg._ A cloak? good purchase, and rich hangers? well,
We'll share ten Pistolets a man.
_Laz._ Yet still
I am monstrous hungry: could you not deduct
So much out of the gross sum, as would purchase
Eight loynes of Veal, and some two dozen of Capons?
_Pach._ O strange proportion for five.
_Laz._ For five? I have
A legion in my stomach that have kept
Perpetual fast these ten years: for the Capons,
They are to me but as so many black Birds:
May I but eat once, and be satisfied,
Let the fates call me, when my ship is fraught,
And I shall hang in peace.
_Alg._ Steal well to night,
And thou shalt feed to morrow; so now you are
Your selves again, I'll raise another watch
To free you from suspition: set on any
You meet with boldly: I'll not be far off,
T'assist you, and protect you. [_Exit._
_Met._ O brave officer.
_Enter_ Alvarez, Lucio, Bobadilla.
_Pach._ Would every ward had one but so well given,
And we would watch, for rug, in gowns of velvet.
_Mend._ Stand close, a prize.
_Met._ Satten, and gold Lace, Lads.
_Alv._ Why do'st thou hang upon me?
_Luc._ 'Tis so dark
I dare not see my way: for heaven sake father
Let us go home.
_Bob._ No, ev'n here we'll leave you:
Let's run away from him, my Lord.
_Luc._ Oh 'las.
_Alv._ Thou hast made me mad: and I will beat thee dead,
Then bray thee in a morter, and new mold thee,
But I will alter thee.
_Bob._ 'Twil never be:
He has been three days practising to drink,
Yet still he sips like to a waiting woman,
And looks as he were murdering of a fart
Among wild Irish swaggerers.
_Luc._ I have still
Your good word, _Zancho_, father.
_Alv._ Milk-sop, coward;
No house of mine receives thee: I disclaim thee,
Thy mother on her knees shall not entreat me
Hereafter to acknowledge thee.
_Luc._ Pray you speak for me.
_Bo[b]._ I would; but now I cannot with mine honor.
_Alv._ There's only one course left, that may redeem thee,
Which is, to strike the next man that you meet,
And if we chance to light upon a woman,
Take her away, and use her like a man,
Or I will cut thy hamstrings.
_Pach._ This makes for us.
_Alv._ What do'st thou do now?
_Luc._ Sir, I am saying my prayers;
For being to undertake what you would have me,
I know I cannot live.
_Enter_ Lamorall, Genevora, Anastro, _and Pages_
_with Lights_.
_Lam._ Madam, I fear
You'll wish you had us'd your coach: your brothers house
Is yet far off.
_Gen._ The better sir: this walk
Will help digestion after your great supper,
Of which I have fed largely.
_Alv._ To your task,
Or else you know what follows:
_Luc._ I am dying:
Now Lord have mercy on me: by your favor,
Sir I must strike you.
_Lam._ For what cause?
_Luc._ I know not:
And I must likewise talk with that young Lady,
An hour in private.
_Lam._ What you must, is doubtful,
But I am certain Sir, I must beat you.
_Luc._ Help, help.
_Alv._ Not strike again?
_Lam._ How, _Alvarez_?
_An._ This for my Lord _Vitellis_ love.
_Pach._ Break out,
And like true theeves, make prey on either side,
But seem to help the stranger.
_Bob._ Oh my Lord,
They have beat him on his knees.
_Luc._ Though I want courage:
I yet have a sons duty in me, and
Compassion of a fathers danger; that,
That wholly now possesses me.
_Alv. Lucio._
This is beyond my hope.
_Met._ So _Lazarillo_,
Take up all boy: well done.
_Pach._ And now steal off
Closely and cunningly.
_An._ How? have I found you?
Why Gentlemen, are you mad, to make your selves
A prey to Rogues?
_Lam._ Would we were off.
_Bob._ Theeves, theeves.
_Lam._ Defer our own contention: and down with them.
_Luc._ I'll make you sure.
_Bob._ Now he plays the Devil.
_Gen._ This place is not for me. [_Exit._
_Luc._ I'll follow her
Half of my pennance is past oe'r. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Alguazier, Assistant, _and other Watches_.
_Alg._ What noyse?
What tumult's there? keep the Kings peace I charge you.
_Pach._ I am glad he's come yet.
_Alv._ O, you keep good Guard
Upon the City, when men of our ranck
Are set upon in the streets.
_Lam._ The assistants
Shall hear on't be assur'd.
_An._ And if he be
That careful Governor he is reported,
You will smart for it.
_Alg._ Patience, good Signiors:
Let me survey the Rascals: O, I know them,
And thank you for them: they are pilf'ring rogues
Of _Andaluza_ that have perus'd
All Prisons in _Castile_: I dare not trust
The dungeon with them: no, I'll have them home
To my own house.
_Pach._ We had rather go to prison.
_Alg._ Had you so dog-bolts? yes, I know you had:
You there would use your cunning fingers on
The simple locks; you would: but I'll prevent you.
_Lam._ My Mistriss lost, good night. [_Exit._
_Bob._ Your Son's gone too,
What should become of him?
_Alv._ Come of him, what will:
Now he dares fight, I care not: I'll to bed,
Look to your prisoners _Alguazier_. [_Exit with Boba._
_Alg._ All's clear'd:
Droop not for one disaster: let us hug,
And triumph in our knaveries.
_Assist._ This confirms
What was reported of him.
_Met._ 'Twas done bravely.
_Alg._ I must a little glory in the means
We Officers have, to play the Knaves, and safely:
How we break through the toyles, pitch'd by the Law,
Yet hang up them that are far less delinquents:
A simple shopkeeper's carted for a bawd
For lodging (though unwittingly) a smock-Gamster:
Where, with rewards, and credit I have kept
_Malroda_ in my house, as in a cloyster,
Without taint, or suspition.
_Pach._ But suppose
The Governor should know't?
_Alg._ He? good Gentleman,
Let him perplex himself with prying into
The measures in the market, and th'abuses
The day stands guilty of: the pillage of the night
Is only mine, mine own fee simple;
Which you shall hold from me, tenants at will,
And pay no rent for't.
_Pach._ Admirable Landlord.
_Alg._ Now we'll go search the Taverns, commit such
As we find drinking: and be drunk our selves
With what we take from them: these silly wretches
Whom I for form sake only have brought hither
Shall watch without, and guard us.
_Assist._ And we will
See you safe lodg'd, most worthy _Alguazier_,
With all of you his comrads.
_Met._ 'Tis the Governor.
_Alg._ We are betray'd?
_Assist._ My guard there; bind them fast:
How men in high place and authority
Are in their lives and estimations wrong'd
By their subordinate Ministers! yet such
They cannot but imploy: wrong'd justice finding
Scarce one true servant in ten officers.
'T'expostulate with you, were but to delay
Your crimes due punishment, which shall fall upon you
So speedily, and severely, that it shall
Fright others by th'example: and confirm
How ever corrupt Officers may disgrace
Themselves, 'tis not in them to wrong their place
Bring them away.
_Alg._ We'll suffer nobly yet,
And like to _Spanish_ Gallants.
_Pach._ And we'll hang so.
_Laz._ I have no stomach to it: but I'll endeavor. [_Exeunt._
_Scæna Quarta._
_Enter_ Lucio, _and_ Genevora.
_Gen._ Nay you are rude; pray you forbear, you offer now
More than the breeding of a Gentleman
Can give you warrant for.
_Luc._ 'Tis but to kiss you,
And think not I'll receive that for a favour
Which was enjoyn'd me for a pennance, Lady.
_Gen._ You have met a gentle confessor, and for once
(So then you will rest satisfied) I vouchsafe it.
_Luc._ Rest satisfied with a kiss? why can a man
Desire more from a woman? is there any
Pleasure beyond it? may I never live
If I know what it is.
_Gen._ Sweet Innocence.
_Luc._ What strange new motions do I feel? my veins
Burn with an unknown fire: in every part
I suffer alteration: I am poyson'd,
Yet languish with desire again to tast it,
So sweetly it works on me.