_Lil._ Ye came to jear me:

Ye see I am merry, Sir, I have chang'd my copy:

None of the Sages now, and 'pray ye proclaim it,

Fling on me what aspersion you shall please, Sir,

Of wantonness, or wildness, I look for it;

And tell the world I am an hypocrite,

Mask in a forc'd and borrow'd shape, I expect it;

But not to have you believ'd; for mark ye, Sir,

I have won a nobler estimation,

A stronger tie by my discretion

Upon opinion (how e're you think I forced it)

Than either tongue or art of yours can slubber,

And when I please I will be what I please, Sir,

So I exceed not Mean; and none shall brand it

Either with scorn or shame, but shall be slighted.

_Pi._ Lady, I come to love ye.

_Lil._ Love your self, Sir,

And when I want observers, I'll send for ye:

Heigh, ho; my fit's almost off, for we do all by fits, Sir:

If ye be weary, sit till I come again to ye. [_Exit._

_Pi._ This is a wench of a dainty spirit; but hang me if I know yet

Either what to think, or make of her; she had her will of me,

And baited me abundantly, I thank her,

And I confess I never was so blur[t]ed,

Nor ever so abus'd; I must bear mine own sins;

Ye talk of Travels, here's a curious Country,

Yet I will find her out, or forswear my facultie. [_Exit._

SCENE III.

_Enter_ Rosalura, _and_ Oriana.

_Ros._ Ne'r vex your self, nor grieve; ye are a fool then.

_Or._ I am sure I am made so: yet before I suffer

Thus like a girl, and give him leave to triumph--

_Ros._ You say right; for as long as he perceives ye

Sink under his proud scornings, he'll laugh at ye:

For me secure your self; and for my Sister,

I partly know her mind too: howsoever

To obey my Father we have made a tender

Of our poor beauties to the travel'd _Monsieur_;

Yet two words to a bargain; he slights us

As skittish things, and we shun him as curious.

May be my free behaviour turns his stomach,

And makes him seem to doubt a loose opinion.

I must be so sometimes, though all the world saw it.

_Ori._ Why should not ye? Are our minds only measur'd?

As long as here ye stand secure.

_Ros._ Ye say true;

As long as mine own Conscience makes no question,

What care I for Report? That Woman's miserable

That's good or bad for their tongues sake: Come let's retire.

And get my veil Wench: By my troth your sorrow,

And the consideration of mens humorous maddings,

Have put me into a serious contemplation.

_Enter_ Mirabel _and_ Belleur.

_Oria._ Come 'faith, let's sit, and think.

_Ros._ That's all my business.

_Mir._ Why standst thou peeping here? thou great slug, forward.

_Bel._ She is there, peace.

_Mir._ Why standst thou here then,

Sneaking, and peaking, as thou would'[st] steal linnen?

Hast thou not place and time?

_Bel._ I had a rare speech

Studied, and almost ready, and your violence

Has beat it out of my brains.

_Mir._ Hang your rare speeches,

Go me on like a man.

_Bel._ Let me set my Beard up.

How has _Pinac_ performed?

_Mir._ He has won already:

He stands not thrumming of caps thus.

_Bel._ Lord, what should I ail?

What a cold I have over my stomach; would I had some Hum.

Certain I have a great mind to be at her:

A mighty mind.

_Mir._ On fool.

_Bel._ Good words, I beseech ye;

For I will not be abused by both.

_Mir._ Adieu, then,

I will not trouble you, I see you are valiant,

And work your own way.

_Bel._ Hist, hist, I will be rul'd,

I will 'faith, I will go presently:

Will ye forsake me now and leave me i'th' suds?

You know I am false-hearted this way; I beseech ye,

Good sweet _Mirabel_; I'le cut your throat if ye leave me,

Indeed I will sweet heart.

_Mir._ I will be ready,

Still at thine elbow; take a mans heart to thee,

And speak thy mind: the plainer still the better.

She is a woman of that free behaviour,

Indeed that common courtesie, she cannot deny thee;

Go bravely on.

_Bel._ Madam--keep close about me,

Still at my back. Madam, sweet Madam--

_Ros._ Ha;

What noise is that, what saucy sound to trouble me?

_Mir._ What said she?

_Bel._ I am saucy.

_Mir._ 'Tis the better.

_Bel._ She comes; must I be saucy still?

_Mir._ More saucy.

_Ros._ Still troubled with these vanities? Heaven bless us;

What are we born to? would ye speak with any of my people?

Go in, Sir, I am busie.

_Bel._ This is not she sure:

Is this two Children at a Birth? I'le be hang'd then:

Mine was a merry Gentlewoman, talkt daintily,

Talkt of those matters that befitted women;

This is a parcel-pray'r-book; I'm serv'd sweetly;

And now I am to look too; I was prepar'd for th' other way.

_Ros._ Do you know that man?

_Oria._ Sure I have seen him, Lady.

_Ros._ Methinks 'tis pity such a lusty fellow

Should wander up and down and want employment.

_Bel._ She takes me for a Rogue: you may do well, Madam,

To stay this wanderer, and set him a work, forsooth,

He can do something that may please your Ladiship.

I have heard of Women that desire good breedings,

Two at a birth, or so.

_Ros._ The fellow's impudent.

_Oria._ Sure he is crazed.

_Ros._ I have heard of men too, that have had good manners;

Sure this is want of grace; indeed 'tis great pity

The young man has been bred so ill; but this lewd Age

Is full of such examples.

_Bel._ I am founder'd,

And some shall rue the setting of me on.

_Mir._ Ha? so bookish, Lady, is it possible?

Turn'd holy at the heart too? I'le be hang'd then:

Why this is such a feat, such an activity,

Such fast and loose: a veyl too for your Knavery?

_O dio, dio!_

_Ros._ What do you take me for, Sir?

_Mir._ An hypocrite, a wanton, a dissembler,

How e're ye seem, and thus ye are to be handled.

Mark me _Belleur_, and this you love, I know it.

_Ros._ Stand off, bold Sir.

_Mir._ You wear good Cloaths to this end,

Jewels, love Feasts, and Masques.

_Ros._ Ye are monstrous saucy.

_Mir._ All this to draw on fools? and thus, thus Lady,

Ye are to be lull'd.

_Bel._ Let her alone, I'le swinge ye else,

I will 'faith; for though I cannot skill o'this matter

My self, I will not see another do it before me,

And do it worse.

_Ros._ Away, ye are a vain thing;

You have travell'd far, Sir, to return again

A windy and poor Bladder: you talk of Women,

That are not worth the favour of a common one;

The grace of her grew in an Hospital:

Against a thousand such blown fooleries

I am able to maintain good Womens honours,

Their freedoms, and their fames, and I will do it.

_Mir._ She has almost struck me dumb too.

_Ros._ And declaim

Against your base malicious tongues; your noises;

For they are nothing else: You teach behaviours?

Or touch us for our freedoms? teach your selves manners,

Truth and sobriety, and live so clearly

That our lives may shine in ye; and then task us:

It seems ye are hot, the suburbs will supply ye.

Good Women scorn such Gamesters; so I'le leave ye,

I am sorry to see this: 'faith Sir, live fairly. [_Exit._

_Mir._ This woman, if she hold on, may be vertuous,

'Tis almost possible: we'll have a new day.

_Bel._ Ye brought me on, ye forced me to this foolery;

I am asham'd, I am scorn'd, I am flurted; yes, I am so:

Though I cannot talk to a woman like your worship,

And use my phrases, and my learned figures,

Yet I can fight with any man.

_Mir._ Fie.

_Bel._ I can, Sir,

And I will fight.

_Mir._ With whom?

_Bel._ With you, with any man;

For all men now will laugh at me.

_Mir._ Prethee be moderate.

_Bel._ And I'le beat all men. Come.

_Mir._ I love thee dearly.

_Bel._ I beat all that love, Love has undone me;

Never tell me, I will not be a History.

_Mir._ Thou art not.

_Bel._ 'Sfoot I will not; give me room,

And let me see the proudest of ye jeer me,

And I'le begin with you first.

_Mir._ 'Prethee _Belleur_;

If I do not satisfie thee--

_Bel._ Well, look ye do:

But now I think on't better, 'tis impossible;

I must beat some body, I am maul'd my self,

And I ought in justice--

_Mir._ No, no, no, ye are couzen'd;

But walk, and let me talk to thee.

_Bel._ Talk wisely,

And see that no man laugh upon no occasion;

For I shall think then 'tis at me.

_Mir._ I warrant thee.

_Bel._ Nor no more talk of this.

_Mir._ Do'st think I am maddish?

_Bel._ I must needs fight yet; for I find it concerns me,

A pox on't, I must fight.

_Mir._ 'Faith thou shalt not. [_Exeunt._

_Actus Tertius. Scena Prima._

_Enter_ De Gard, _and_ Leverdure, _alias_ Lugier.

_De G._ I know ye are a Scholar, and can do wonders.

_Lug._ There's no great Scholarship belongs to this, Sir;

What I am, I am; I pity your poor Sister,

And heartily I hate these Travellers,

These Gim-cracks, made of Mops, and Motions:

There's nothing in their houses here but hummings;

A Bee has more brains. I grieve, and vex too

The insolent licentious carriage

Of this out-facing fellow, _Mirabell_,

And I am mad to see him prick his plumes up.

_De Gar._ His wrongs you partly know.

_Lug._ Do not you stir, Sir,

Since he has begun with wit, let wit revenge it;

Keep your sword close, we'll cut his throat a new way.

I am asham'd the Gentlewoman should suffer

Such base lewd wrongs.

_De Gar._ I will be rul'd, he shall live,

And left to your revenge.

_Lug._ I, I, I'le fit him:

He makes a common scorn of handsome Women;

Modesty, and good manners are his May-games:

He takes up Maidenheads with a new Commission;

The Church warrant's out of date: follow my Counsel,

For I am zealous in the Cause.

_De Gar._ I will, Sir;

And will be still directed: for the truth is

My Sword will make my Sister seem more monstrous:

Besides there is no honour won on Reprobates.

_Lug._ You are i'th' right: The slight he has shew'd my Pupils,

Sets me a fire too: go I'le prepare your Sister,

And as I told ye.

_De Gar._ Yes all shall be fit, Sir.

_Lug._ And seriously, and handsomely.

_De Gar._ I warrant ye.

_Lug._ A little counsel more.

_De Gar._ 'Tis well.

_Lug._ Most stately.

See that observ'd; and then.

_De Gar._ I have ye every way.

_Lug._ Away then and be ready.

_De Gar._ With all speed, Sir. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Lillia, Rosalure, _and_ Oriana.

_Lug._ We'll learn to travel too, may be beyond him.

Good day, Fair beauties.

_Lil._ You have beautified us.

We thank ye, Sir, ye have set us off most gallantly

With your grave precepts.

_Ros._ We expected Husbands

Out of your Documents, and taught behaviours;

Excellent Husbands, thought men would run stark mad on us,

Men of all Ages, and all states: we expected

An Inundation of desires, and offers,

A Torrent of trim Suitors: all we did,

Or said, or purpos'd to be Spells about us,

Spells to provoke--

_Lil._ Ye have provoke'd us finely,

We follow'd your directions, we did rarely,

We were Stately, Coy, Demure, Careless, Light, Giddy,

And play'd at all points: This you swore would carry.

_Ros._ We made Love, and contemn'd Love. Now seem'd holy

With such a reverent put-on Reservation

Which could not miss according to your Principles,

Now gave more hope again. Now close, now publick,

Still up and down, we beat it like a Billow;

And ever those behaviours you read to us,

Subtil, and new. But all this will not help us.

_Lil._ They help to hinder us of all Acquaintance,

They have frighted off all Friends: what am I better

For all my Learning, if I love a Dunce,

A handsome dunce? to what use serves my Reading?

You should have taught me what belongs to Horses,

Doggs, Dice, Hawks, Banquets, Masks, free and fair Meetings,

To have studied Gowns and Dressings.

_Lug._ Ye are not mad sure.

_Ros._ We shall be if we follow your encouragements;

I'le take mine own way now.

_Lil._ And I my fortune:

We may live Maids else till the Moon drop Mil-stones;

I see your modest Women are taken for monsters,

A Dowry of good breeding is worth nothing.

_Lug._ Since ye take it so to th' heart, pray'ye give me leave yet,

And ye shall see how I'le convert this Heretick;

Mark how this _Mirabell--_

_Lil._ Name him no more:

For, though I long for a Husband, I hate him,

And would be marryed sooner to a Monkey,

Or to a _Jack_ of Straw, than such a Juggler.

_Ros._ I am of that mind too; he is too nimble,

And plays at fast and loose too learnedly

For a plain-meaning Woman; that's the truth on't.

Here's one too, that we love well, would be angry;

And reason why: No, no, we will not trouble ye

Nor him, at this time: may he make you happy.

We'll turn our selves loose now, to our fair fortunes,

And the down-right way.

_Lil._ The winning-way we'll follow,

We'll bait, that men may bite fair, and not be frighted;

Yet we'll not be carryed so cheap neither: we'll have some sport,

Some mad-Morris or other for our mony, Tutor.

_Lug._ 'Tis like enough: prosper your own Devices;

Ye are old enough to choose: But for this Gentlewoman,

So please her, give me leave.

_Oria._ I shall be glad, Sir,

To find a friend, whose pity may direct me.

_Lug._ I'le do my best, and faithfully deal for ye;

But then ye must be ruled.

_Oria._ In all, I vow to ye.

_Ros._ Do, do: he has a lucky hand sometimes, I'le assure ye:

And hunts the recovery of a lost Lover deadly.

_Lug._ You must away straight.

_Oria._ Yes.

_Lug._ And I'le instruct ye:

Here ye can know no more.

_Oria._ By your leave, sweet Ladies,

And all our Fortunes, arrive at our own wishes.

_Lil._ Amen, Amen.

_Lug._ I must borrow your man.

_Lil._ 'Pray take him;

He is within: to do her good, take any thing,

Take us, and all.

_Lug._ No doubt ye may find Takers;

And so we'll leave ye to your own disposes. [_Exeunt._

_Lil._ Now which way, Wench.

_Ros._ We'll go a brave way; fear not:

A safe, and sure way too: and yet a by-way,

I must confess I have a great mind to be married.

_L[i]l._ So have I too, a grudging of good-will that way;

And would as fain be dispatch'd. But this _Monsieur Quicksilver_.

_Ros._ No, no: we'll bar him, by, and Main: Let him trample;

There is no safety in his Surquedrie:

An Army-Royal of women, are too few for him,

He keeps a Journal of his Gentleness,

And will go near to print his fair dispatches,

And call it his triumph over time and women:

Let him pass out of memory: what think ye

Of his two Companions?

_Lil._ _Pinac_ methinks is reasonable;

A little modestie he has brought home with him,

And might be taught in time some handsom duty.

_Ros._ They say he is a wencher too.

_Lil._ I like him better:

A free light touch or two becomes a Gentleman,

And sets him seemly off: so he exceed not,

But keep his compass, clear he may be lookt at;

I would not marry a man that must be taught,

And conjur'd up with kisses; the best game

Is plaid still by the best Gamesters.

_Ros._ Fie upon thee!

What talk hast thou?

_Lil._ Are not we alone, and merry?

Why should we be asham'd to speak what we think? thy _Gentleman_

The tall fat fellow; he that came to see thee.

_Ros._ Is't not a goodly man?

_Lil._ A wondrous goodly!

H'as weight enough I warrant thee: Mercy upon me;

What a Serpent wilt thou seem under such a S. _George_.

_Ros._ Thou art a fool; give me a man brings Mettle,

Brings substance with him; needs no Broths to Lare him:

These little fellows shew like Fleas in boxes,

Hop up and down, and keep a stir to vex us;

Give me the puissant Pike, take you the small shot.

_Lil._ Of a great thing I have not seen a duller,

Therefore methinks, sweet Sister--

_Ros._ Peace: he's modest:

A bashfulness, which is a point of grace, wench:

But when these fellows come to moulding, Sister,

To heat, and handling: as I live, I like him;

_Enter_ Mirabel.

And methinks I could form him.

_Lil._ Peace: the Fire-drake.

_Mir._ 'Bless ye sweet beauties: sweet incomparable Ladies:

Sweet wits: sweet humours: 'Bless you, learned Lady,

And you, most holy Nun; 'Bless your Devotions.

_Lil._ And 'bless your brains, Sir, your most pregnant brains, Sir,

They are in Trav[ail], may they be delivered

Of a most hopeful Wild-Goose.

_Ros._ 'Bless your manhood:

They say ye are a Gentleman of action,

A fair accomplish'd man; and a rare Engineer,

You have a trick to blow up Maidenheads,

A subtle trick, they say abroad.

_Mir._ I have Lady.

_Ros._ And often glory in their Ruines.

_Mir._ Yes forsooth;

I have a speedy trick: please you to try it:

My Engine will dispatch ye instantly.

_Ros._ I would I were a woman, Sir, fit for ye,

As there be such, no doubt, may Engine you too;

May with a Counter-mine blow up your valour:

But in good faith, Sir, we are both too honest:

And the plague is, we can not be perswaded:

For, look ye: if we thought it were a glory

To be the last of all your lovely Ladies.

_Mir._ Come, come; leave prating: this has spoil'd your Market;

This pride, and pufft-up heart, will make ye fast, Ladies,

Fast, when ye are hungry too.

_Ros._ The more our pain, Sir.

_Lil._ The more our health, I hope too.

_Mir._ Your behaviours

Have made men stand amaz'd; those men that lov'd ye;

Men of fair States and parts; your strange conventions

Into I know not what, nor how, nor wherefore;

Your scorns of those that came to visit ye;

Your studied Whim-whams; and your fine set faces:

What have these got ye? proud, and harsh opinions:

A Travel'd-_Monsieur_, was the strangest Creature,

The wildest Monster to be wondred at:

His Person made a publique Scoff, his knowledge,

(As if he had been bred 'mongst Bears or Bandoggs)

Shunn'd and avoided: his conversation snuft at.

What Harvest brings all this?

_Ros._ I pray ye proceed, Sir.

_Mir._ Now ye shall see in what esteem a Traveller,

An understanding Gentleman, and a Monsieur

Is to be held, and to your griefs confess it,

Both to your griefs, and galls.

_Lil._ In what I pray ye, Sir?

We would be glad to understand your excellence.

_Mir._ Goe on, (sweet Ladies) it becomes ye rarely.

For me, I have blest me from ye, scoff on seriously,

And note the Man ye mock'd: you, (Lady Learning)

Note the poor Traveller, that came to visit ye,

That flat unfurnish'd fellow: note him throughly,

You may chance to see him anon.

_Lil._ 'Tis very likely.

_Mir._ And see him Courted by a Travell'd Lady,

Held dear, and honour'd by a vertuous virgin,

May be a Beautie, not far short of yours, neither

It may be, clearer.

_Lil._ Not unlikely.

_Mir._ Younger:

As killing eyes as yours: a wit as poynant

May be, a State to that may top your Fortune;

Enquire how she thinks of him, how she holds him;

His good parts; in what precious price already;

Being a stranger to him, how she courts him;

A stranger to his Nation too, how she dotes on him:

Enquire of this; be sick to know: Curse, Lady,

And keep your chamber: cry, and curse: a sweet one,

A thousand in yearly land; well bred; well friended:

Travell'd, and highly followed for her fashions.

_Lil._ 'Bless his good fortune, Sir.

_Mir._ This scurvy fellow;

I think they call his name _Pinac_; this serving-man

That brought ye Venison, as I take it, Madam;

Note but this Scab; 'tis strange that this course creature,

That has no more set off, but his jugglings,

His travell'd tricks.

_Lil._ Good, Sir, I grieve not at him,

Nor envy not his fortune: yet I wonder,

He's handsom; yet I see no such perfection.

_Mir._ Would I had his fortune: for 'tis a woman

Of that sweet temper'd nature, and that judgment,

Besides her state, that care, clear understanding,

And such a wife to bless him.

_Ros._ Pray ye whence is she?

_Mir._ Of _England_, and a most accomplish'd Lady,

So modest that mens eyes are frighted at her,

And such a noble carriage. How now Sirrah?

_Enter a_ Boy.

_Boy._ Sir, the great English Lady.

_Mir._ What of her, Sir?

_Boy._ Has newly left her coach, and coming this way,

Where you may see her plain: Monsieur _Pinac_,

The only man that leads her.

_Enter_ Pinac, Mariana, _and Attendants_.

_Mir._ He is much honored;

Would I had such a favour: now vex Ladies,

Envy, and vex, and rail.

_Ros._ Ye are short of us, Sir.

_Mir._ 'Bless your fair fortune, Sir.

_Pi._ I nobly thank ye.

_Mir._ Is she married, friend?

_Pi._ No, no.

_Mir._ A goodly Lady;

A sweet and delicate aspect: mark, mark, and wonder!

Hast thou any hope of her?

_Pi._ A little.

_Mir._ Follow close then:

Lose not that hope.

_Pi._ To you, Sir.

_Mir._ Gentle Lady.

_Ros._ She is fair indeed.

_Lil._ I have seen a fairer, yet

She is well.

_Ros._ Her clothes sit handsom too.

_Lil._ She dresses prettily.

_Ros._ And by my faith she is rich, she looks still sweeter.

A well bred woman, I warrant her.

_Lil._ Do you hear, Sir;

May I crave this Gentlewomans name?

_Pi. Mariana_, Lady.

_Lil._ I will not say I ow ye a quarel Monsieur

For making me your Stale: a noble Gentleman

Would have had more courtesie; at least, more faith,

Than to turn off his Mistris at first trial:

You know not what respect I might have shew'd ye;

I find ye have worth.

_Pi._ I cannot stay to answer ye;

Ye see my charge: I am beholding to ye

For all your merry tricks ye put upon me,

Your bobs, and base accounts: I came to love ye,

To wooe ye, and to serve ye; I am much indebted to ye

For dancing me off my legs; and then for walking me;

For telling me strange tales I never heard of,

More to abuse me; for mistaking me,

When ye both knew I was a Gentleman,

And one deserv'd as rich a match as you are.

_Lil._ Be not so bitter, Sir.

_Pi._ You see this Lady:

She is young enough, and fair enough to please me,

A woman of a loving mind, a quiet,

And one that weighs the worth of him that loves her,

I am content with this, and bless my fortune,

Your curious Wits, and Beauties.

_Lil._ Faith see me once more.

_Pi._ I dare not trouble ye.

_Lil._ May I speak to your Lady?

_Pi._ I pray ye content your self: I know ye are bitter,

And in your bitterness, ye may abuse her;

Which if she comes to know, (for she understands ye not)

It may breed such a quarrel to your kindred,

And such an indiscretion fling on you too;

For she is nobly friended.

_Lil._ I could eat her.

_Pi._ Rest as ye are, a modest noble Gentlewoman,

And afford your honest neighbours some of your prayers. [_Exit._

_Mir._ What think you now?

_Lil._ Faith she's a pretty Whiting;

She has got a pretty catch too.

_Mir._ You are angry;

Monstrous angry now; grievously angry;

And the pretty heart does swell now.

_Lil._ No in troth, Sir.

_Mir._ And it will cry anon; a pox upon it:

And it will curse it self: and eat no meat, Lady;

And it will fight.

_Lil._ Indeed you are mistaken;

It will be very merry.

_Ros._ Why, Sir, do you think

There are no more men living, nor no handsomer

Than he, or you, By this light there be ten thousand?

Ten thousand thousand: comfort your self, dear Monsieur,

Faces, and bodies, Wits, and all Abiliments

There are so many we regard 'em not.

_Enter_ Belleur, _and two Gentlemen_.

_Mir._ That such a noble Lady, I could burst now,

So far above such trifles?

_Bel._ You did laugh at me,

And I know why ye laughed.

_1 Gent._ I pray ye be satisfied;

If we did laugh, we had some private reason,

And not at you.

_2 Gent._ Alas, we know you not, Sir.

_Bel._ I'le make you know me; set your faces soberly;

Stand this way, and look sad; I'le be no May-game;

Sadder; demurer yet.

_Ros._ What's the matter?

What ails this Gentleman?

_Bel._ Go off now backward, that I may behold ye;

And not a simper on your lives.

_Lil._ He's mad sure.

_Bel._ Do you observe me too?

_Mir._ I may look on ye.

_Bel._ Why do you grin? I know your minde.

_Mir._ You do not,

You are strangely humorous: is there no mirth, nor pleasure,

But you must be the object?

_Bel._ Mark, and observe me;

Where ever I am nam'd;

The very word shall raise a general sadness,

For the disgrace this scurvy woman did me;

This proud pert thing; take heed ye laugh not at me;

Provoke me not, take heed.

_Ros._ I would fain please ye;

Do any thing to keep ye quiet.

_Bel._ Hear me,

Till I receive a satisfaction

Equal to the disgrace, and scorn ye gave me:

Ye are a wretched woman; till thou woo'st me,

And I scorn thee asmuch, as seriously

Jear, and abuse thee; ask what Gill thou art;

Or any baser name; I will proclaim thee;

I will so sing thy vertue; so be-paint thee.

_Ros._ Nay, good Sir, be more modest.

_Bel._ Do you laugh again?

Because ye are a woman ye are lawless,

And out of compass of an honest anger.

_Ros._ Good Sir, have a better belief of me.

_Lil._ Away dear Sister. [_Exit._

_Mir._ Is not this better now, this seeming madness,

Than falling out with your friends?

_Bel._ Have I not frighted her?

_Mir._ Into her right wits, I warrant thee: follow this humor,

And thou shalt see how prosperously 'twill guide thee.

_Bel._ I am glad I have found a way to woo yet, I was afraid once

I never should have made a civil Suiter.

Well, I'le about it still. [_Exit._

_Mir._ Do, do, and prosper.

What sport do I make with these fools! What pleasure

Feeds me, and fats my sides at their poor innocence!

_Enter_ Leverduce, _alias_ Lugier, _Mr._ Illiard.

Wooing and wiving, hang it: give me mirth,

Witty and dainty mirth: I shall grow in love sure

With mine own happy head. Who's this? To me, Sir?

What youth is this?

_Lev._ Yes, Sir, I would speak with you,

If your name be Monsieur _Mirabel_.

_Mir._ Ye have hit it,

Your business, I beseech ye?

_Lev._ This it is, Sir,

There is a Gentlewoman hath long time affected ye,

And lov'd ye dearly.

_Mir._ Turn over, and end that story,

'Tis long enough: I have no faith in women, Sir.

_Lev._ It seems so, Sir: I do not come to woo for her,

Or sing her praises, though she well deserve 'em,

I come to tell ye, ye have been cruel to her,

Unkind and cruel, falser of faith, and careless,

Taking more pleasure in abusing her,

Wresting her honour to your wild disposes,

Than noble in requiting her affection:

Which, as ye are a man, I must desire ye

(A Gentleman of rank) not to persist in,

No more to load her fair name with your injuries.

_Mir._ Why, I beseech ye, Sir?

_Lev._ Good Sir, I'le tell ye,

And I'le be short: I'le tell ye, because I love ye,

Because I would have you shun the shame may follow:

There is a noble man, new come to Town, Sir,

A noble and a great man that affects her,

A Cou[n]trey-man of mine, a brave _Savoyan_,

Nephew to th'Duke, and so much honours her,

That 'twill be dangerous to pursue your old way,

To touch at any thing concerns her honour,

Believe, most dangerous: her name is _Oriana_,

And this great man will marry her: take heed, Sir;

For howsoe'r her Brother, a staid Gentleman,

Lets things pass upon better hopes, this Lord, Sir,

Is of that fiery, and that poynant metal,

(Especially provok'd on by affection)

That 'twill be hard: but you are wise.

_Mir._ A Lord, Sir?

_Lev._ Yes, and a noble Lord.

_Mir._ 'Send her good fortune,

This will not stir her Lord; a Barronness,

Say ye so; say ye so? by'r Lady, a brave title;

Top, and top gallant now; 'save her great Ladiship.

I was a poor servant of hers, I must confess, Sir,

And in those daies, I thought I might be jovy,

And make a little bold to call into her:

But Basto, now; I know my rules and distance;

Yet, if she want an Usher; such an implement;

One that is throughly pac'd; a clean made Gentleman;

Can hold a hanging up; with approbation

Plant his hat formally, and wait with patience

I do beseech you, Sir.

_Lev._ Sir, leave your scoffing;

And as ye are a Gentleman, deal fairly:

I have given ye a friends counsel, so I'le leave ye.

_Mir._ But hark ye, hark ye, Sir; is't possible

I may believe what you say?

_Lev._ You may chuse, Sir.

_Mir._ No Baits? No Fish-hooks, Sir? No Gins? No Nooses?

No Pitfals to catch Puppies?

_Lev._ I tell ye certain;

You may believe; if not, stand to the danger. [_Exeunt._

_Mir._ A Lord of _Savoy_ saies he? The Dukes Nephew?

A man so mighty? By 'Lady a fair marriage;

By my faith, a handsom fortune: I must leave prating;

For to confess the truth, I have abused her,

For which I should be sorry, but that will seem scurvy;

I must confess, she was ever since I knew her

As modest, as she was fair: I am sure she lov'd me;

Her means good; and her breeding excellent;

And for my sake she has refus'd fair matches:

I may play the fool finely. Stay who are these?

_Enter_ De-Gard, Oriana, _and Attendants_.

'Tis she, I am sure; and that the Lord it should seem,

He carries a fair Port; is a handsom man too:

I do begin to feel, I am a Coxcomb.

_Ori._ Good my Lord, chuse a nobler: for I know

I am so far below your rank and honour,

That what ye can say this way, I must credit

But spoken to beget your self sport: Alas, Sir,

I am so far off from deserving you,

My beauty so unfit for your Affection,

That I am grown the scorn of common Railers,

Of such injurious things, that when they cannot

Reach at my person, lie with my reputation:

I am poor besides.

_de-Ga._ Ye are all wealth and goodness;

And none but such as are the scum of men,

The Ulcers of an honest state; Spight-weavers,

That live on poyson only, like swoln spiders,

Dare once profane such excellence, such sweetness.

_Mir._ This man speaks loud indeed.

_de-Ga._ Name but the men, Lady;

Let me but know these poor, and base depravers;

Lay but to my revenge their persons open,

And you shall see how suddenly, how fully

For your most beauteous sake, how direfully

I'le handle their despights. Is this thing one?

Be what he will.

_Mir._ Sir.

_de-Ga._ Dare your malicious tongue, Sir?

_Mir._ I know you not; nor what you mean.

_Ori._ Good my Lord.

_de-Ga._ If he, or any he.

_Ori._ I beseech your honour.

This Gentleman's a stranger to my knowledge,

And no doubt, Sir, a worthy man.

_de-Ga._ Your mercy;

But had he been a tainter of your honour;

A blaster of those beauties raign within ye;

But we shall find a fitter time: dear Lady,

As soon as I have freed ye from your Guardian,

And done some honour'd offices unto ye,

I'le take ye with those faults the world flings on ye;

And dearer than the whole world I'le esteem ye. [_Exeunt._

_Mir._ This is a thundring Lord; I am glad I scap'd him:

How lovingly the wench disclaim'd my villany!

I am vext now heartily that he shall have her;

Not that I care to marry, or to lose her;

But that this Bilbo-Lord shall reap that Maiden-head

That was my due; that he shall rig and top her;

I'de give a thousand Crowns now, he might miss her.

_Enter a Servant._

_Ser._ Nay, if I bear your blows, and keep your counsel,

You have good luck, Sir; I'le teach ye to strike lighter.

_Mir._ Come hither, honest fellow; canst thou tell me

Where this great Lord lies? This _Savoy_ Lord? Thou met'st him;

He now went by thee certain.

_Ser._ Yes, he did, Sir;

I know him; and I know you are fool'd.

_Mir._ Come hither,

Here's all this, give me truth.

_S[e]r._ Not for your mony;

(And yet that may do much) but I have been beaten:

And by the worshipfull Contrivers beaten, and I'le tell ye;

This is no Lord, no _Savoy_ Lord.

_Mir._ Go forward.

_Ser._ This is a Trick, and put upon ye grosly

By one _Lugier_; the Lord is Monsieur _de-Gard_, Sir;

An honest Gentleman, and a neighbour here;

Their ends you understand better than I, sure.

_Mir._ Now I know him.

Know him now plain.

_Ser._ I have discharg'd my colours; so God b'y ye, sir. [_Exit._

_Mir._ What a purblinde Puppy was I; now I remember him.

All the whole cast on's face, though 'twere umber'd,

And mask'd with patches: what a dunder-whelp

To let him domineer thus: how he strutted,

And what a load of Lord he clapt upon him!

Would I had him here again, I would so bounce him,

I would so thank his Lordship for his lewd plot:

Do they think to carry it away, with a great band made of bird-pots,

And a pair of pin-buttockt breeches? Ha! 'Tis he again.

He comes, he comes, he comes; have at him.

_Enter_ de-Gard, Oriana, _&c._

_Sings._ My _Savoy_ Lord, why dost thou frown on me?

And will that favour never sweeter be?

Wilt thou I say, for ever play the fool?

_de-Gard_ be wise, and _Savoy_ go to School.

My Lord _de-Gard_, I thank ye for your Antick;

My Lady bright, that will be sometimes Frantick;

You worthy Train, that wait upon this Pair,

'Send you more wit, and they a bouncing Baire

And so I take my humble leave of your honours. [_Exit._

_de-Ga._ We are discover'd, there's no remedy

_Lilia Biancha_'s man upon my life,

In stubbornness, because _Lugier_ corrected him.

(A shameless slaves plague on him for a Rascal.)

_Ori._ I was in a perfect hope; the bane on't is now,

He will make mirth on mirth, to persecute us.

_de-Ga._ We must be patient; I am vext to the proof too,

I'le try once more; then if I fail: Here's one speaks.

_Ori._ Let me be lost, and scorn'd first.

_de-Ga._ Well, we'll consider,

Away, and let me shift; I shall be hooted else. [_Exeunt._

_Actus Quartus. Scena Prima._

_Enter_ Lugier, Lilia, _Servants_.

_Lug._ Faint not; but do as I direct ye, trust me;

Believe me too, for what I have told ye, Lady,

As true as you are _Lilia_, is Authentick;

I know it; I have found it; 'tis a poor courage

Flies off for one repulse; these Travellers

Shall find before we have done, a home-spun wit,

A plain _French_ understanding may cope with 'em;

They have had the better yet, thank your sweet Squire, here;

And let 'em brag: you would be reveng'd?

_Lil._ Yes surely.

_Lug._ And married too?

_Lil._ I think so.

_Lug._ Then be Counsel'd,

You know how to proceed: I have other Irons

Heating as well as yours: and I will strike

Three blows with one Stone home, be rul'd, and happie;

And so I leave ye. Now is the time.

_Lil._ I am ready,

If he do come to do me.

_Ser._ Will ye stand here,

And let the people think, ye are God knows what Mistris?

Let Boys, and Prentices presume upon ye?

_Lil._ Pre'thee hold thy peace.

_Ser._ Stand at his dore, that hates ye?

_Lil._ Pre'thee leave prating.

_S[e]r._ 'Pray ye go to th' Tavern. I'le give ye a Pint of wine there,

If any of the Mad-cap Gentlemen should come by

That take up women upon speciall warrant,

You were in a wise case now.

_Enter_ Mirabel, Pinac, Mariana, _Priest_, _Attendants_.

_Lil._ Give me the Garland,

And wait you here.

_Mir._ She is here to seek thee, Sirrah.

I told thee what would follow; she is mad for thee;

Shew, and advance. So early stirring Lady?

It shews a busie mind, a fancie troubled:

A willow Garland too? Is't possible?

'Tis pity so much beautie should lie mustie,

But 'tis not to be help'd now.

_Lil._ The more's my Miserie.

Good fortune to ye, Ladie, you deserve it:

To me, too late Repentance; I have sought it:

I do not envy, though I grieve a little,

You are Mistris of that happiness, those Joyes

That might have been, had I been wise: but fortune.

_Pi._ She understands ye not, 'pray ye do not trouble her;

And do not cross me like a Hare thus, 'tis as ominous.

_Lil._ I come not to upbraid your Levitie

Though ye made shew of Love, and though I lik'd ye

To claim an interest; we are yet both Strangers,

But what we might have been, had you persever'd, Sir,

To be an eye-sore to your loving Lady;

This garland shews, I give my self forsaken;

(Yet she must pardon me, 'tis most unwillingly:)

And all the power and interest I had in ye;

As I perswade my self, somewhat ye lov'd me;

Thus patiently I render up, I offer

To her that must enjoy ye: and so bless ye;

Only, I heartily desire this Courtesie,

And would not be deni'd: to wait upon ye

This day, to see ye ty'd, then no more trouble ye.

_Pi._ It needs not, Ladie.

_Lil._ Good Sir, grant me so much.

_Pi._ 'Tis private, and we make no invitation.

_Lil._ My presence, Sir, shall not proclaim it publick.

_Pi._ May be 'tis not in Town.

_Lil._ I have a Coach, Sir,

And a most ready will to do you service.

_Mir._ Strike now or never; make it sure: I tell thee,

She will hang her self, if she have thee not.

_Pi._ 'Pray ye, Sir,

Entertain my noble Mistris: only a word or two

With this importunate woman, and I'le relieve ye.

Now ye see what your flings are, and your fancies,

Your states, and your wild stubborness, now ye [fi]nd

What 'tis to gird and kick at mens fair services,

To raise your pride to such a pitch, and glory

That goodness shews like gnats, scorn'd under ye,

'Tis ugly, naught, a self will in a woman,

Chain'd to an over-weening thought, is pestilent,

Murthers fair fortune first; then fair opinion:

There stands a Pattern, a true patient Pattern,

Humble, and sweet.

_Lil._ I can but grieve my ignorance,

Repentance some say too, is the best sacrifice;

For sure, Sir, if my chance had been so happy,

(As I confess I was mine own destroyer)

As to have arrived at you; I will not prophesie,

But certain, as I think, I should have pleas'd ye;

Have made ye as much wonder at my courtesie,

My love, and duty, as I have dishearten'd ye,

Some hours we have of youth, and some of folly;

And being free-born Maids, we take a liberty,

And to maintain that, sometimes we strain highly.

_Pi._ Now ye talk reason.

_Lil._ But being yoak'd, and govern'd,

Married, and those light vanities purg'd from us;

How fair we grow, how gentle, and how tender,

We twine about those loves that shoot-up with us!

A sullen woman fear, that talks not to ye;

She has a sad and darkn'd soul, loves dully:

A merry and a free wench, give her liberty;

Believe her in the lightest form she appears to ye,

Believe her excellent, though she despise ye,

Let but these fits and flashes pass, she will shew to ye;

As Jewels rub'd from dust, or Gold new burnish'd:

Such had I been, had you believ'd.

_Pi._ Is't possible?

_Lil._ And to your happiness, I dare assure ye

If True love be accounted so; your pleasure,

Your will, and your command had tyed my Motions:

But that hope's gone; I know you are young, and giddy,

And till you have a Wife can govern with ye,

You sail upon this wo[r]ld-Sea, light and empty;

Your Bark in danger daily; 'tis not the name neither

Of Wife can steer ye; but the noble nature,

The diligence, the care, the love, the patience,

She makes the Pilot, and preserves the Husband,

That knows, and reckons every Rib he is built on;

But this I tell ye, to my shame.

_Pin._ I admire ye,

And now am sorry, that I aim beyond ye.

_Mir._ So, so, so, fair and softly. She is thine own, Boy,

She comes now, without Lure.

_Pin._ But that it must needs

Be reckon'd to me as a wantonness,

Or worse, a madness, to forsake a Blessing,

A Blessing of that hope.

_Lil._ I dare not urge ye,

And yet, dear Sir.

_Pin._ 'Tis most certain, I had rather,

If 'twere in my own choice, for you are my country-woman,

A Neighbour, here born by me, she a Stranger;

And who knows how her friends?

_Lil._ Do as you please, Sir,

If ye be fast; not all the World; I love ye,

'Tis most true, and clear, I would perswade ye;

And I shall love you still.

_Pin._ Go, get before me;

So much you have won upon me; do it presently:

Here's a Priest ready; I'll have you.

_Lil._ Not now, Sir,

No, you shall pardon me; advance your Lady,

I dare not hinder your most high Preferment,

'Tis honour enough for me I have unmask'd ye.

_Pin._ How's that?

_Lil._ I have caught ye, Sir, alas, I am no States-woman,

Nor no great Traveller, yet I have found ye,

I have found your Lady too, your beauteous Lady;

I have found her birth and breeding too, her discipline;

Who brought her over, and who kept your Lady;

And when he laid her by, what vertuous Nunnery

Receiv'd her in; I have found all these: are ye blank now?

Methinks such travel'd wisdoms should not fool thus;

Such excellent indiscretions.

_Mir._ How could she know this?

_Lil._ 'Tis true, she's English born, but most part French now,

And so I hope you'll find her, to your comfort,

Alas, I am ignorant of what she cost ye;

The price of these hired cloaths I do not know Gentlemen;

Those Jewels are the Brokers, how ye stand bound for 'em.

_Pin._ Will you make this good?

_Lil._ Yes, yes, and to her face, Sir,

That she is an Engl[i]sh Whore, a kind of fling dust,

One of your _London_ Light o' Loves; a right one,

Came over in thin Pumps, and half a Petticoat,

One Faith, and one Smock, with a broken Haberdasher;

I know all this without a Conjurer;

Her name is jumping-_Joan_, an ancient Sin-Weaver;

She was first a Ladies Chamber-maid, there slip'd

And broke her leg above the knee; departed

And set up shop her self. Stood the fierce Conflicts

Of many a furious Term; there lost her colours,

And last ship'd over hither.

_Mir._ We are betray'd.

_Lil._ Do you come to fright me with this mystery?

To stir me with a stink none can endure, Sir?

I pray ye proceed, the Wedding will become ye;

Who gives the Lady? you? an excellent Father;

A careful man, and one that knows a Beauty,

'Send ye fair Shipping, Sir, and so I'll leave ye,

Be wise and manly, then I may chance to love ye. [_Exit._

_Mir._ As I live I am asham'd, this wench has reach'd me,

Monstrous asham'd, but there's no remedy,

This skew'd eye'd Carrion.

_Pin._ This I suspected ever,

Come, come, uncase, we have no more use of ye;

Your Cloaths must back again.

_Mar._ Sir, ye shall pardon me;

'Tis not our English use to be degraded;

If you will visit me, and take your venture,

You shall have pleasure for your properties;

And so sweet heart.

_Mir._ Let her go, and the Devil go with her;

We have never better luck with these preludiums;

Come, be not daunted; think she is but a woman,

And let her have the Devils wit, we'll reach her. [_Exeunt._

SCENE II.

_Enter_ Rosalure, _and_ Lugier.

_Ros._ Ye have now redeem'd my good opinion, Tutor,

And ye stand fair again.

_Lug._ I can but labour,

And sweat in your affairs; I am sure _Belleur_

Will be here instantly, and use his anger,

His wonted harshness.

_Ros._ I hope he will not beat me.

_Lug._ No sure, he has more manners; be you ready.

_Ros._ Yes, yes, I am, and am resolv'd to fit him,

With patience to outdo all he can offer;

But how does _Oriana_?

_Lug._ Worse, and worse still;

There is a sad house for her: she is now,

Poor Lady, utterly distracted.

_Ros._ Pity!

Infinite pity! 'tis a handsome Lady,

That _Mirabel_'s a Beast, worse than a Monster,

If this affliction work not.

_Enter_ Lilia Biancha.

_Lil._ Are ye ready?

_Belleur_ is coming on, here, hard behind me,

I have no leisure to relate my Fortune.

Only I wish you may come off as handsomely,

Upon the sign you know what. [_Exit._

_Ros._ Well, well, leave me.

_Enter_ Belleur.

_Bel._ How now?

_Ros._ Ye are welcome, Sir.

_Bel._ 'Tis well ye have manners:

That Court'sie again, and hold your Countenance stai'dly;

That look's too light; take heed: so, sit ye down now,

And to confirm me that your Gall is gone,

Your bitterness dispers'd, for so I'll have it:

Look on me stedfastly, and whatsoe'r I say unto ye,

Move not, nor alter in your face, ye are gone then:

For if you do express the least distaste,

Or shew an angry wrinkle, mark me, woman,

We are now alone, I will so conjure thee;

The third part of my Execution

Cannot be spoke.

_Ros._ I am at your dispose, Sir.

_Bel._ Now rise, and woo me a little, let me hear that faculty:

But touch me not, nor do not lie I charge ye.

Begin now.

_Ros._ If so mean and poor a Beauty

May ever hope the Grace.

_Bel._ Ye cog, ye flatter,

Like a lewd thing ye lie: may hope that grace?

Why, what grace canst thou hope for? Answer not,

For if thou dost, and liest again I'll swindge thee:

Do not I know thee for a pestilent Woman?

A proud at both ends? Be not angry,

Nor stir not o' your life.

_Ros._ I am counsell'd, Sir.

_Bel._ Art thou not now (confess, for I'll have the truth out)

As much unworthy of a man of merit,

Or any of ye all? Nay, of meer man?

Though he were crooked, cold, all wants upon him:

Nay, of any dishonest thing that bears that figure:

As Devils are of mercy?

_Ros._ We are unworthy.

_Bel._ Stick to that truth, and it may chance to save thee.

And is it not our bounty that we take ye?

That we are troubled, vex'd, or tortur'd with ye?

Our meer and special bounty?

_Ros._ Yes.

_Bel._ Our pity,

That for your wickedness we swindge ye soundly;

Your stubbornness, and your stout hearts, we be-labour ye,

Answer to that.

_Ros._ I do confess your pity.

_Bel._ And dost not thou deserve in thine own person?

(Thou Impudent, thou Pert; do not change countenance.)

_Ros._ I dare not, Sir.

_Bel._ For if ye do.

_Ros._ I am setled.

_Bel._ Thou Wag-tail, Peacock, Puppy, look on me:

I am a Gentleman.

_Ros._ It seems no less, Sir.

_Bel._ And darest thou in thy Surquedry?

_Ros._ I beseech ye;

It was my weakness, Sir, I did not view ye,

I took no notice of your noble parts,

Nor call'd your person, nor your proper fashion.

_Bel._ This is some amends yet.

_Ros._ I shall mend, Sir, daily,

And study to deserve.

_Bel._ Come a little nearer;

Canst thou repent thy villainy?

_Ros._ Most seriously.

_Bel._ And be asham'd?

_Ros._ I am asham'd.

_Bel._ Cry.

_Ros._ It will be hard to do, Sir.

_Bel._ Cry instantly;

Cry monstrously, that all the Town may hear thee;

Cry seriously, as if thou hadst lost thy Monkey;

And as I like thy tears.

_Enter_ Lilia, _and four Women laughing_.

_Ros._ Now.

_Bel._ How? how? do ye jear me?

Have ye broke your bounds again, Dame?

_Ros._ Yes, and laugh at ye,

And laugh most heartily.

_Bel._ What are these, Whirl-winds?

Is Hell broke loose, and all the Furies flutter'd?

Am I greas'd once again?

_Ros._ Yes indeed are ye;

And once again ye shall be, if ye quarrel;

Do you come to vent your fury on a Virgin?

Is this your Manhood, Sir?

_1 Wom._ Let him do his best,

Let's see the utmost of his indignation,

I long to see him angry; Come, proceed, Sir.

Hang him, he dares not stir, a man of Timber.

_2 Wom._ Come hither to fright maids with thy Bul-faces?

To threaten Gentlewomen? Thou a man? A _May_-pole,

A great dry Pudding.

[3] _Wom._ Come, come, do your worst, Sir;

Be angry if thou darst.

_Bel._ The Lord deliver me!

_4 Wom._ Do but look scurvily upon this Lady,

Or give us one foul word. We are all mistaken,

This is some mighty Dairy-maid in Mans Cloaths.

_Lil._ I am of that mind too.

_Bel._ What will they do to me!

_Lil._ And hired to come and abuse us; a man has manners;

A Gentleman, Civility, and Breeding:

Some Tinkers Trull, with a Beard glew'd on.

_1 Wom._ Let's search him;

And as we find him.

_Bel._ Let me but depart from ye,

Sweet Christian-women.

_Lil._ Hear the Thing speak, Neighbours.

_Bel._ 'Tis but a small request; if e'r I trouble ye,

If e'r I talk again of beating Women,

Or beating any thing that can but turn to me;

Of ever thinking of a handsome Lady

But vertuously and well; of ever speaking

But to her honour; This I'll promise ye,

I will take Rhubarb, and purge Choler mainly,

Abundantly I'll purge.

_Lil._ I'll send ye Broths, Sir.

_Bel._ I will be laugh'd at, and endure it patiently,

I will do any thing.

_Ros._ I'll be your Bayl then;

When ye come next to woo, 'pray come not boisterously,

And furnish'd like a Bear-ward.

_Bel._ No in truth, forsooth.

_Ros._ I scented ye long since.

_Bel._ I was to blame sure,

I will appear a Gentleman.

_Ros._ 'Tis the best for ye,

For a true noble Gentleman's a brave thing;

Upon that hope we quit ye. You fear seriously?

_Bel._ Yes truly do I; I confess I fear ye,

And honour ye, and any thing.

_Ros._ Farewel then.

_Wom._ And when ye come to woo next bring more mercy.

[_Exeunt._

_Enter two Gentlemen._

_Bel._ A Dairy-maid! a Tinkers-Trull! Heaven bless me!

Sure if I had provok'd 'em, they had quarter'd me.

I am a most ridiculous Ass, now I perceive it:

A Coward, and a Knave too.

_1 Gent._ 'Tis the mad Gentleman:

Let's set our Faces right.

_Bel._ No, no, laugh at me;

And laugh aloud.

_2 Gent._ We are better manner'd, Sir.

_Bel._ I do deserve it; call me Patch, and Puppy,

And beat me if you please.

_1 Gent._ No indeed, we know ye.

_Bel._ 'Death, do as I would have ye.

_2 Gent._ You are an Ass then;

A Coxcomb, and a Calf.

_Bel._ I am a great Calf;

Kick me a little now: Why, when? Sufficient:

Now laugh aloud, and scorn me; so good b'ye;

And ever when ye meet me laugh.

_1 Gent._ We will, Sir. [_Exeunt._

SCENE III.

_Enter_ Nantolet, La-Castre, De-Gard, Lugier, Mirabel.

_Mir._ Your patience, Gentlemen: why do ye bait me?

_Nan._ Is't not a shame you are so stubborn hearted,

So stony and so dull to such a Lady,

Of her Perfections, and her Misery?

_Lug._ Does she not love ye? does not her distraction

For your sake only, her most pitied lunacie

Of all but you, shew ye? does it not compel ye?

_Mir._ Soft and fair, Gentlemen, pray ye proceed temperately.

_Lug._ If ye have any feeling, any sense in ye,

The least touch of a noble heart.

_La Cas._ Let him alone;

It is his glory that he can kill Beauty,

Ye bear my Stamp, but not my Tenderness;

Your wild unsavoury Courses set that in ye!

For shame, be sorry, though ye cannot cure her,

Shew something of a Man, of a fair Nature.

_Mir._ Ye make me mad.

_De-Gard._ Let me pronounce this to ye,

You take a strange felicity in slighting

And wronging Women, which my poor Sister feels now,

Heavens hand be gentle on her: Mark me, Sir,

That very hour she dies, there's small hope otherwise,

That minute you and I must grapple for it,

Either your life or mine.

_Mir._ Be not so hot, Sir,

I am not to be wrought on by these policies,

In truth I am not; Nor do I fear the tricks,

Or the high sounding threats of a _Savoyan_;

I glory not in Cruelty, ye wrong me;

Nor grow up water'd with the tears of Women;

This let me tell ye, howsoe'r I shew to ye,

Wild, as ye please to call it, or self-will'd;

When I see cause I can both do and suffer,

Freely, and feelingly, as a true Gentleman.

_Enter_ Rosalure, _and_ Lilia.

_Ros._ O pity, pity, thousand, thousand pities!

_Lil._ Alas poor Soul! she will dye; she is grown sensless;

She will not know, nor speak now.

_Ros._ Dye for love!

And love of such a Youth! I would dye for a Dog first,

He that kills me I'll give him leave to eat me;

I'll know men better ere I sigh for any of 'em.

_Lil._ Ye have done a worthy act, Sir; a most famous;

Ye have kill'd a Maid the wrong way, ye are a conqueror.

_Ros._ A Conquerour? a Cobler; hang him Sowter;

Go hide thy self for shame, go lose thy memory;

Live not 'mongst Men; thou art a Beast, a Monster;

A Blatant Beast.

_Lil._ If ye have yet any honesty,

Or ever heard of any; take my Counsel;

Off with your Garters: and seek out a Bough,

A handsom Bough; (for I would have ye hang like a Gentleman;)

And write some doleful matter to the World,

A Warning to hard hearted men.

_Mir._ Out Kitlings:

What Catterwauling's here? what Gibbing?

Do you think my heart is softned with a black Santis?

Shew me some reason.

_Enter_ Oriana _on a Bed_.

_Ros._ Here then, here is a reason.

_Nant._ Now, if ye be a man, let this sight shake ye.

_La-C._ Alas poor Gentlewoman! do you know me, Lady?

_Lug._ How she looks up, and stares!

_Ori._ I know ye very well;

You are my Godfather; and that's the Monsieur.

_De-Gar._ And who am I?

_Ori._ You are _Amadis de Gaul_, Sir.

Oh oh, my heart! were ye never in love, sweet Lady?

And do you never dream of Flowers and Gardens?

I dream of walking Fires; take heed, it comes now;

Who's that? pray stand away; I have seen that face sure;

How light my head is!

_Ros._ Take some rest.

_Ori._ I cannot,

For I must be up to morrow to go to Church,

And I must dress me, put my new Gown on,

And be as fine to meet my Love: Heigh ho!

Will not you tell me where my Love lies buried?

_Mir._ He is not dead: beshrew my heart, she stirs me.

_Ori._ He is dead to me.

_Mir._ Is't possible my Nature

Should be so damnable, to let her suffer?

Give me your hand.

_Ori._ How soft you feel, how gentle!

I'll tell you your fortune, Friend.

_Mir._ How she stares on me!

_Or._ You have a flattering face, but 'tis a fine one;

I warrant you may have a hundred Sweet-hearts;

Will ye pray for me? I shall dye to morrow,

And will ye ring the Bells?

_Mir._ I am most unworthy,

I do confess, unhappy; do you know me?

_Ori._ I would I did.

_Mir._ Oh fair tears, how ye take me!

_Ori._ Do you weep too? you have not lost your Lover;

You mock me; I'l go home, and pray.

_Mir._ 'Pray ye pardon me:

Or if it please ye to consider justly,

Scorn me, for I deserve it: Scorn, and shame me:

Sweet _Oriana_.

_Lil._ Let her alone, she trembles;

Her fits will grow more strong if ye provoke her.

_La Cas._ Certain she knows ye not, yet loves to see ye:

How she smiles now!

[_Enter_ Belleur.]

_Bel._ Where are ye? Oh, why do [not] you laugh? come, laugh at me;

What a Devil! art thou sad, and such a subject,

Such a ridiculous subject as I am

Before thy face?

_Mir._ Prithee put off this lightness;

This is no time for mirth, nor place; I have us'd too much on't:

I have undone my self, and a sweet Lady,

By being too indulgent to my foolery,

Which truly I repent; look here.

_Bel._ What ails she?

_Mir._ Alas, she's mad.

_Bel._ Mad?

_Mir._ Yes, too sure for me too.

_Bel._ Dost thou wonder at that? by this [good] light they are all so;

They are coz'ning mad, they are brawling mad, they are proud mad:

They are all, all mad; I came from a World of mad Women.

Mad as _March_-Hares; get 'em in Chains, then deal with 'em.

There's one that's mad; she seems well, but she is dog-mad.

Is she dead dost' think?

_Mi[r]._ Dead! Heaven forbid.

_Bel._ Heaven further it;

For till they be key cold dead, there's no trusting of 'em,

Whate'r they seem, or howsoe'r they carry it,

Till they be chap-faln, and their Tongues at peace,

Nail'd in their Coffins sure, I'll ne'r believe 'em,

Shall I talk with her?

_Mir._ No, dear friend, be quiet,

And be at peace a while.

_Bel._ I'll walk aside,

And come again anon: but take heed to her,

You say she is a Woman?

_Mir._ Yes.

_Bel._ Take great heed:

For if she do not cozen thee, then hang me.

Let her be mad, or what she will, she'll cheat thee. [_Exit._

_Mir._ Away, wild Fool: how vile this shews in him now!

Now take my faith, before ye all I speak it,

And with it, my repentant love.

_La-C._ This seems well.

_Mir._ Were but this Lady clear again, whose sorrows

My very heart melts for; were she but perfect

(For thus to marry her would be two miseries,)

Before the richest and the noblest Beauty,

_France_, or the World could shew me; I would take her

As she is now, my Tears and Prayers shall wed her.

_De-Gar._ This makes some small amends.

_Ros._ She beckons to ye,

To us too, to go off.

_Nant._ Let's draw aside all.

_Ori._ Oh my best friend; I would fain.

_Mir._ What? she speaks well,

And with another voice.

_Ori._ But I am fearful,

And shame a little stops my tongue.

_Mir._ Speak boldly.

_Ori._ Tell ye, I am well, I am perfect well: 'pray ye mock not;

And that I did this to provoke your Nature,

Out of my infinite and restless love,

To win your pity; pardon me.

_Mir._ Go forward;

Who set ye on?

_Ori._ None, as I live, no Creature;

Not any knew, or ever dream'd what I meant;

Will ye be mine?

_Mir._ 'Tis true, I pity ye:

But when I marry ye, ye must be wiser:

Nothing but Tricks? Devices?

_Ori._ Will ye shame me?

_Mir._ Yes, marry will I: Come near, come near, a miracle;

The Woman's well; she was only mad for Marriage,

Stark mad to be ston'd to death; give her good counsel,

Will this world never mend? are ye caught, Damsel?

_Enter_ Belleur, La-Castre, Lugier, Nantolet, De Gard,

Rosalure, _and_ Bianca.

_Bel._ How goes it now?

_Mir._ Thou art a kind of Prophet,

The Woman's well again, and would have gull'd me;

Well, excellent well: and not a taint upon her.

_Bel._ Did not I tell ye? Let 'em be what can be;

Saints, Devils, any thing, they will abuse us;

Thou wert an Ass to believe her so long, a Coxcomb;

Give 'em a minute they'll abuse whole millions.

_Mir._ And am not I a rare Physician, Gentlemen,

That can cure desperate mad minds?

_De Gar._ Be not insolent.

_Mir._ Well, go thy waies: from this hour, I disclaim thee,

Unless thou hast a trick above this: then I'le love thee.

Ye owe me for your Cure; pray have a care of her,

For fear she fall into Relapse: come _Belleur_

We'll set up Bills, to Cure Diseased Virgins.

_Bel._ Shall we be merry?

_Mir._ Yes.

_Bel._ But I'le no more projects;

If we could make 'em mad, it were some mastery. [_Exeunt._

_Lil._ I am glad she is well again.

_Ros._ So am I, certain,

Be not ashamed.

_Oria._ I shall never see a man more.

_De Gar._ Come ye are a fool: had ye but told me this trick,

He should not have gloried thus.

_Lug._ He shall not long neither.

_La-C._ Be rul'd, and be at peace: ye have my consent,

And what power I can work with.

_Nant._ Come, leave blushing;

We are your friends; an honest way compell'd ye;

Heaven will not see so true a love unrecompenc'd;

Come in, and slight him too.

_Lug._ The next shall hit him. [_Exeunt._

_Actus Quintus. Scena Prima._

_Enter_ De Gard, _and_ Lugier.

_De G._ 'T will be discover'd.

_Lug._ That's the worst can happen:

If there be any way to reach, and work upon him;

Upon his nature suddenly, and catch him: that he loves,

Though he dissemble it, and would shew contrary,

And will at length relent, I'le lay my Fortune,

Nay more, my life.

_De G._ Is she won?

_Lug._ Yes, and ready,

And my designments set.

_De G._ They are now for Travel,

All for that Game again: they have forgot wooing.

_Lug._ Let 'em; we'll travel with 'em.

_De G._ Where's his Father?

_Lug._ Within; he knows my mind too and allows it;

Pities your Sisters Fortune most sincerely;

And has appointed, for our more assistance,

Some of his secret Friends.

_De G._ 'Speed the Plough.

_Lug._ Well said;

And be you serious too.

_De G._ I shall be diligent.

_Lug._ Let's break the Ice for one, the rest will drink too

(Believe me, Sir) of the same Cup; my young Gentlewomen

Wait but who sets the game a foot; though they seem stubborn,

Reserv'd, and proud now, yet I know their hearts,

Their Pulses how they beat, and for what cause, Sir;

And how they long to venture their Abilities

In a true Quarrel; Husbands they must, and will have,

Or Nunneries, and thin Collations

To cool their bloods; let's all about our business,

And if this fail, let Nature work.

_De G._ Ye have arm'd me. [_Exeunt._

SCENE II.

_Enter_ Mirabel, Nantolet, _and_ La-Castre.

_La-Cast._ Will ye be wilful then?

_Mir._ 'Pray, Sir, your pardon,

For I must Travel: lie lazy here,

Bound to a Wife? Chain'd to her subtleties,

Her humours, and her wills, which are meer Fetters;

To have her to day pleas'd, to morrow peevish,

The third day mad, the fourth rebellious?

You see, before they are married, what Moriscoes,

What Masques, and Mummeries they put upon us,

To be ty'd here, and suffer their Lavalto's?

_Nan._ 'Tis your own seeking.

_Mir._ Yes, to get my freedom;

Were they as I could wish 'em.

_La-Cast._ Fools, and Meacocks,

To endure what you think fit to put upon 'em:

Come, change your mind.

_Mir._ Not before I have chang'd Air, Father.

When I know Women worthy of my company,

I will return again and wait upon 'em;

Till then (dear Sir) I'le amble all the world over,

And run all hazards, misery, and poverty,

_Enter_ Pinac, _and_ Belleur.

So I escape the dangerous Bay of Matrimony.

_Pin._ Are ye resolv'd?

_Mir._ Yes certain; I will out again.

_Pin._ We are for ye, Sir; we are your servants once more;

Once more we'll seek our fortune in strange Countries;

Ours is too scornful for us.

_Bel._ Is there ne're a Land

That ye have read, or heard of, (for I care not how far it be,

Nor under what pestiferous Star it lies)

A happy Kingdom where there are no Women?

Nor have been ever? Nor no mention

Of any such lewd things, with lewder qualities?

For thither would I Travel; where 'tis Felony

To confess he had a Mother: a Mistris, Treason.

_La-Cast._ Are you for Travel too?

_Bel._ For any thing;

For living in the Moon, and stopping hedges,

E're I stay here to be abus'd, and baffl'd.

_Nan._ Why did ye not break your minds to me? they are my Daughters;

And sure I think I should have that command over 'em,

To see 'em well bestow'd: I know ye are Gentlemen,

Men of fair Parts and States; I know your Parents;

And had ye told me of your fair Affections--

Make but one tryal more; and let me second ye.

_Bel._ No I'le make Hob-nails first, and mend old Kettles:

Can ye lend me an Armour of high proof, to appear in,

And two or three Field-pieces to defend me?

The Kings Guard are meer Pigmeys.

_Nant._ They will not eat ye.

_Bel._ Yes, and you too, and twenty fatter Monsieurs,

If their high stomachs hold: they came with Chopping-knives,

To cut me into Rands, and Sirloins, and so powder me.

Come, shall we go?

_Nant._ You cannot be so discourteous

(If ye intend to go) as not to visit 'em,

And take your leaves.

_Mir._ That we dare do, and civilly,

And thank 'em too.

_Pin._ Yes, Sir, we know that honesty.

_Bel._ I'le come i'th' Rear, forty foot off, I'le assure ye,

With a good Gun in my hand; I'le no more Amazons,

I mean, no more of their frights; I'le make my three legs

Kiss my hand twice; and if I smell no danger;

If the enterview be clear, may be I'le speak to her;

I'le wear a privy coat too; and behind me,

To make those parts secure, a Bandog.

_la-Cast._ You are a merry Gentleman.

_Bel._ A wary Gentleman; I do assure ye,

I have been warn'd, and must be arm'd.

_la-Cast._ Well, Son,

These are your hasty thoughts, when I see you are bent to it,

Then I'le believe, and joyn with ye; So we'll leave ye:

There's a Trick will make ye stay.

_Nant._ I hope so. [_Exeunt._

_Mir._ We have won immortal Fame now, if we leave 'em.

_Pin._ You have, but we have lost.

_Mir._ _Pinac_, thou art cozen'd;

I know they love ye; and to gain ye handsomly,

Not to be thought to yield, they would give millions;

Their Fathers willingness, that must needs shew ye.

_Pin._ If I thought so.

_Mir._ Ye shall be hang'd, ye Recreant,

Would ye turn Renegado now?

_Bel._ No let's away, Boys,

Out of the Air, and tumult of their Villanies;

Though I were married to that Grashopper,

And had her fast by th' legs I should think she would cozen me.

_Enter a young Factor._

_Fac._ Monsieur _Mirabel_, I take it?

_Mir._ Y'are i'th' right, Sir.

_Fac._ I am come to seek ye, Sir; I have been at your Fathers,

And understanding you were here.

_Mir._ Ye are welcom:

May I crave your name?

_Fac._ _Foss_, Sir, and your servant;

That you may know me better; I am Factor

To your old Merchant, _Leverdure_.

_Mir._ How do's he?

_Fac._ Well, Sir, I hope: he is now at _Orleance_,

About some business.

_Mir._ You are once more welcom,

Your Master's a right honest man; and one

I am much beholding to, and must very shortly

Trouble his love again.

_Fac._ You may be bold, Sir.

_Mir._ Your business if you please now?

_Fac._ This it is, Sir,

I know ye well remember in your travel

A _Genoa_ Merchant.

_Mir._ I remember many.

_Fac._ But this man, Sir, particular[l]y; your own benefit

Must needs imprint him in ye: one _Alberto_;

A Gentleman you sav'd from being Murther'd

A little from _Bollonia_,

I was then my self in _Italie_, and suppli'd ye,

Though haply, you have forgot me now.

_Mir._ No, I remember ye,

And that _Alberto_ too: a noble Gentleman:

More to remember, were to thank my self, Sir.

What of that Gentleman?

_Fac._ He is dead.

_Mir._ I am sorry.

_Fac._ But on his death-bed, leaving to his Sister

All that he had, beside some certain Jewels,

Which with a Ceremony, he bequeath'd to you,

In gratefull memory: he commanded strictly

His Sister, as she lov'd him and his peace,

To see those Jewels safe, and true deliver'd;

And with them, his last love. She, as tender

To observe his will, not trusting friend, nor servant,

With such a weight, is come her self to _Paris_,

And at my Masters house.

_Mir._ You tell me a wonder.

_Fac._ I tell ye a truth, Sir: She is young, and handsom,

And well attended: of much State, and Riches;

So loving, and obedient to her Brother;

That on my conscience, if he had given her also,

She would most willingly have made her tender.

_Mir._ May not I see her?

_Fac._ She desires it heartily.

_Mir._ And presently?

_Fac._ She is now about some business,

Passing accompts of some few debts here owing,

And buying Jewels of a Merchant.

_Mir._ Is she wealthie?

_Fac._ I would ye had her, Sir, at all adventure,

Her Brother had a main State.

_Mir._ And fair too?

_Fac._ The prime of all those parts of _Italie_,

For beautie, and for Courtesie.

_Mir._ I must needs see her.

_Fac._ 'Tis all her business, Sir. Ye may now see her,

But to morrow will be fitter for your visitation;

For she is not yet prepared.

_Mir._ Only her sight, Sir;

And when you shall think fit for further visit.

_Fac._ Sir, ye may see her; and I'le wait your coming.

_Mir._ And I'le be with ye instantly. I know the house,

Mean time, my love, and thanks, Sir.

_Fac._ Your poor Servant. [_Exit._

_Pin._ Thou hast the strangest Luck: what was that [Alberto]?

_Mir._ An honest noble Merchant, 'twas my chance

To rescue from some rogues had almost slain him;

And he in kindness to remember this.

_Bel._ Now we shall have you,

For all your protestations, and your forwardness,

Find out strange fortunes in this Ladies eyes,

And new enticements to put off your journey;

And who shall have honour then?

_Mir._ No, no, never fear it:

I must needs see her, to receive my Legacy.

_Bel._ If it be ty'd up in her smock, heaven help thee:

May not we see too?

_Mir._ Yes, afore we go:

I must be known my self e're I be able

To make thee welcom: wouldst thou see more women?

I thought you had been out of love with all.

_Bel._ I may be,

I find that, with the least encouragement:

Yet I desire to see whether all Countries

Are naturally possess'd with the same spirits;

For if they be, I'le take a Monastery,

And never travel; for I had rather be a Frier,

And live mew'd up, than be a fool, and flouted.

_Mir._ Well, well, I'le meet ye anon; then tell you more, boys;

How e'er stand prepar'd, prest for our journey;

For certain, we shall go, I think, when I have seen her,

And view'd her well.

_Pin._ Go, go, and we'll wait for ye;

Your fortune directs ours.

_Bel._ You shall find us i'th' Tavern,

Lamenting in Sack and Sugar for our losses;

If she be right _Italian_, and want servants,

You may prefer the properest man.

How I could worry a woman now!

_Pin._ Come, come, leave prating;

Ye may have enough to do, without this boasting.

[_Exeunt._

SCENE III.

_Enter_ Lugier, de-Gard, Rosalu, _and_ Lilia.

_Lug._ This is the last adventure.

_de-Ga._ And the happiest,

As we hope too.

_Ros._ We should be glad to find it.

_Lil._ Who shall conduct us thither?

_Lug._ Your man is ready,

For I must not be seen; no, nor this Gentleman;

That may beget suspicion: all the rest

Are people of no doubt; I would have ye, Ladies,

Keep your old liberties, and as we instruct ye:

Come, look not pale; you shall not lose your wishes;

Nor beg 'em neither: but be your selves, and happy.

_Ros._ I tell ye true, I cannot hold off longer,

Nor give no more hard language.

_de-Ga._ You shall not need.

_Ros._ I love the Gentleman, and must now show it;

Shall I beat a proper man out of heart?

_Lug._ There's none advises ye.

_Lil._ 'Faith I repent me too.

_Lug._ Repent, and spoil all,

Tell what ye know, ye had best.

_Lil._ I'le tell what I think;

For if he ask me now, if I can love him,

I'le tell him yes, I can: The man's a kind man;

And out of his true honesty affects me;

Although he plaid the fool, which I requited;

Must I still hold him at the staves end?

_Lug._ You are two strange women.

_Ros._ We may be, if we fool still.

_Lug._ Dare ye believe me?

Follow but this advice I have set you in now,

And if ye lose: would ye yield now so basely?

Give up without your honours saved?

_de-Gard._ Fie, Ladies.

P[re]serve your freedom still.

_Lil._ Well, well, for this time.

_Lug._ And carry that full state.

_Ros._ That's as the wind stands:

If it begin to chop about, and scant us;

Hang me, but I know what I'le do: come direct us,

I make no doubt, we shall do handsomly.

_de-Ga._ Some part o'th' way we'll wait upon ye, Ladies;

The rest your man supplies.

_Lug._ Do well, I'le honour ye. [_Exeunt._

SCENE IV.

_Enter Factor, and_ Mirabel, Oriana, _and two Merchants_.

_Fac._ Look ye, Sir, there she is, you see how busie;

Methinks you are infinitely bound to her, for her journey.

_Mir._ How gloriously she shews! She is a tall woman.

_Fac._ Of a fair Size, Sir. My Master not being at home,

I have been so out of my wits, to get her company:

I mean, Sir, of her own fair sex, and fashion.

_Mir._ Afar off, she is most fair too.

_Fac._ Near, most Excellent.

At length, I have entreated two fair Ladies,

And happily you know 'em: the young Daughters

Of Monsieur _Nantolet_.

_Mir._ I know 'em well, Sir.

What are those? Jewels?

_Fac._ All.

_Mir._ They make a rich shew!

_Fac._ There is a matter of ten thousand pounds too

Was owing here: you see those Merchants with her;

They have brought it in now.

_Mir._ How handsomly her shape shews!

_Fac._ Those are still neat: your Italians are most curious:

Now she looks this way.

_Mir._ She has a goodly presence,

How full of courtesie! Well, Sir, I'le leave ye,

And if I may be bold to bring a friend or two;

Good noble Gentlemen.

_Fac._ No doubt, ye may, Sir.

For you have most command.

_Mir._ I have seen a wonder. [_Exit._

_Ori._ Is he gone?

_Fac._ Yes.

_Ori._ How?

_Fac._ Taken to the utmost,

A wonder dwells about him.

_Ori._ He did not guess at me?

_Fac._ No, be secure; ye shew another woman,

He is gone to fetch his friends.

_Ori._ Where are the Gentlewomen?

_Fac._ Here, here, now they are come,

Sit still, and let them see ye.

_Enter_ Rosalure, Lilia, _Servant_.

_Ros._ Pray ye, where's my friend, Sir?

_Fac._ She is within, Ladies, but here's another Gentlewoman,

A stranger to this Town: so please you visit her,

'Twill be well taken.

_Lil._ Where is she?

_Fac._ There, above, Ladies.

_Ser._ 'Bless me: what thing is this? two Pinacles

Upon her pate! Is't not a glode to catch Wood-cocks?

_Ros._ Peace, ye rude knave.

_Ser._ What a bouncing Bum she has too!

There's Sail enough for a Carrack.

_Ros._ What is this Lady?

For as I live, she's a goodly woman.

_Fac._ Ghess, ghess.

_Lil._ I have not seen a nobler Presence.

_Ser._ 'Tis a lustie wench: now could I spend my forty-pence,

With all my heart, to have but one fling at her;

To give her but a washing blow.

_Lil._ Ye Rascal.

_Ser._ I that's all a man has, for's good will: 'twill be long enough,

Before ye cry come _Anthonie_, and kiss me.

_Lil._ I'le have ye whipt.

_Ros._ Has my friend seen this Lady?

_Fac._ Yes, yes, and is well known to her.

_Ros._ I much admire her Presence.

_Lil._ So do I too:

For I protest, she is the handsomest,

The rarest, and the newest to mine eye

That ever I saw yet.

_Ros._ I long to know her;

My friend shall do that kindness.

_Ori._ So she shall Ladies,

Come, pray ye come up.

_Ros._ O me.

_Lil._ Hang me if I knew her:

Were I a man my self, I should now love ye;

Nay, I should doat.

_Ros._ I dare not trust mine eyes;

For as I live ye are the strangest alter'd,

I must come up to know the truth.

_Ser._ So must I, Lady;

For I am a kind of unbeliever too.

_Lil._ Get ye gone, Sirrah;

And what ye have seen, be secret in: you are paid else,

No more of your long tongue.

_Fac._ Will ye go in Ladies,

And talk with her? These venturers will come straight:

Away with this fellow.

_Lil._ There, Sirrah, go, disport ye.

_Ser._ I would the trunk-hos'd-woman would go with me. [_Exit._

SCENE V.

_Enter_ Mirabel, Pinac, Belleur.

_Pin._ Is she so glorious handsom?

_Mir._ You would wonder:

Our Women look like Gipsies, like Gills to her:

Their Clothes and fashions beggerly, and Bankrupt:

Base, old, and scurvy.

_Bel._ How looks her face?

_Mir._ Most heavenly:

And the becoming-motion of her bodie

So sets her off.

_Bel._ Why then we shall stay.

_Mir._ Pardon me:

That's more than I know: if she be that woman,

She appears to be.

_Bel._ As 'tis impossible.

_Mir._ I shall then tell ye more.

_Pin._ Did ye speak to her?

_Mir._ No, no, I only saw her: She was busie:

Now I go for that end: and mark her, Gentlemen,

If she appear not to ye one of the sweetest,

The handsomest, the fairest in behaviour:

We shall meet the two wenches there too, they come to visit her,

To wonder, as we do.

_Pin._ Then we shall meet 'em.

_Bel._ I had rather meet two Bears.

_Mir._ There you may take your leaves, dispatch that business,

And as ye find their humours.

_Pin._ Is your love there too?

_Mir._ No certain, she has no great heart to set out again.

This is the house, I'le usher ye.

_Bel._ I'le bless me,

And take a good heart if I can.

_Mir._ Come, nobly. [_Exeunt._

SCENE VI.

_Enter Factor_, Rosalure, Lelia, Oriana.

_Fac._ They are come in: Sit you two off, as strangers,

There Ladie: where's the boy? be readie, Sirrah,

And clear your Pipes, the Musick now: they enter. [_Musick_.

_Enter_ Mirabel, Pinac, _and_ Belleur.

_Pi._ What a state she keeps! how far off they sit from her!

How rich she is! I marry, this shews bravely.

_Bel._ She is a lusty wench: and may allure a good man,

But if she have a tongue, I'le not give two pence for her:

There sits my Fury: how I shake to see her!

_Fac._ Madam, this is the Gentleman.

_Mir._ How sweet she kisses!

She has a Spring dwells on her lips: a paradise:

This is the Legacie.

SONG.

_From the honor'd dead I bring_

_Thus his love and last offring._

_Take it nobly, 'tis your due,_

_From a friendship ever true._

_From a faith &c._

_Ori._ Most noble Sir,

This from my now dead Brother, as his love,

And gratefull memory of your great benefit:

From me my thanks, my wishes, and my service.

Till I am more acquainted I am silent,

Only I dare say this, you are truly noble.

_Mir._ What should I think?

_Pin._ Think ye have a handsom fortune,

Would I had such another.

_Ros._ Ye are well met Gentlemen,

We hear ye are for travel?

_Pin._ Ye hear true, Ladie,

And come to take our leaves.

_Lil._ We'll along with ye,

We see you are grown so witty by your Journey,

We cannot choose but step out too: This Lady

We mean to wait upon as far as _Italy_.

_Bel._ I'll travel into _Wales_, amongst the mountains;

I hope they cannot find me.

_Ros._ If you go further;

So good, and free society we hold ye,

We'll jog along too.

_Pin._ Are ye so valiant Lady?

_Lil._ And we'll be merry, Sir, and laugh.

_Pin._ It may be

We'll go by Sea.

_Lil._ Why 'tis the only voyage;

I love a Sea-voyage, and a blustring tempest;

And let all split.

_Pin._ This is a dainty Damosel:

I think 'twill tame ye: can ye ride post?

_Lil._ O excellently: I am never weary that way:

A hundred mile a day is nothing with me.

_Bel._ I'le travel under ground: do you hear (sweet Lady?)

I find it will be dangerous for a woman.

_Ros._ No danger, Sir, I warrant; I love to be under.

_Bel._ I see she will abuse me all the world over:

But say we pass through _Germany_, and drink hard?

_Ros._ We'll learn to drink and swagger too.

_Bel._ She'l beat me.

Lady, I'le live at home.

_Ros._ And I'le live with thee;

And we'll keep house together.

_Bel._ I'le keep hounds first;

And those I hate right heartily.

_Pin._ I go for _Turky_,

And so it may be up into _Persia_.

_Lil._ We cannot know too much, I'le travel with ye.

_Pin._ And you'l abuse me?

_Lil._ Like enough.

_Pin._ 'Tis dainty.

_Bel._ I will live in a bawdy-house.

_Ros._ I dare come to ye.

_Bel._ Say, I am dispos'd to hang my self?

_Ros._ There I'le leave ye.

_Bel._ I am glad I know how to avoid ye.

_Mir._ May I speak yet?

_Fac._ She beckons to ye.

_Mir._ Lady, I could wish, I knew to recompence,

Even with the service of my life, those pains,

And those high favours you have thrown upon me;

Till I be more desertful in your eye;

And till my duty shall make known I honour ye:

Noblest of women, do me but this favour,

To accept this back again, as a poor testimony.

_Ori._ I must have you too with 'em; else the will,

That says they must rest with ye, is infring'd, Sir;

Which pardon me, I dare not do.

_Mir._ Take me then;

And take me with the truest love.

_Ori._ 'Tis certain,

My Brother lov'd ye dearly, and I ought

As dearly to preserve that love. But, Sir,

Though I were willing, these are but your Ceremonies.

_Mir._ As I have life, I speak my soul.

_Ori._ I like ye.

But how you can like me, without I have Testimony,

A Stranger to ye.

_Mir._ I'le marry ye immediately,

A fair State I dare promise ye.

_Bel._ Yet she'll couzen thee.

_Ori._ Would some fair Gentleman durst promise for ye.

_Mir._ By all that's good.

_Enter_ La-Castre, Nantolet, Lugier, & de-Gard.

_All._ And we'll make up the rest, Lady.

_Ori._ Then _Oriana_ takes ye; nay, she has caught ye;

If ye start now let all the world cry shame on ye:

I have out travell'd ye.

_Bel._ Did not I say she would cheat thee?

_Mir._ I thank ye, I am pleas'd, ye have deceiv'd me;

And willingly I swallow it, and joy in't;

And yet perhaps I know ye: whose plot was this?

_Lug._ He is not asham'd that cast it: he that executed,

Followed your Fathers will.

_Mir._ What a world's this, nothing but craft, and cozenage!

_Ori._ Who begun, Sir?

_Mir._ Well; I do take thee upon meer Compassion;

And I do think, I shall love thee. As a Testimony,

I'le burn my book, and turn a new leaf over,

But these fine clothes you shall wear still.

_Ori._ I obey you, Sir, in all.

_Nant._ And how! how, daughters! what say you to these Gentlemen?

What say ye, Gentlemen, to the Girles?

_Pen._ By my troth--if she can love me.

_Lil._ --How long?

_Pin._ Nay, if once ye love.

_Lil._ Then take me,

And take your chance.

_Pin._ Most willingly, ye are mine, Lady:

And if I use ye not, that ye may love me.

_Lil._ A Match i' faith.

_Pin._ Why now ye travel with me.

_Ros._ How that thing stands!

_Bel._ It will if ye urge it.

'Bless your five wits.

_Ros._ Nay, 'prethee stay, I'le have thee.

_Bel._ You must ask me leave first.

_Ros._ Wilt thou use me kindly;

And beat me but once a week?

_Bel._ If ye deserve no more.

_Ros._ And wilt thou get me with child?

_Bel._ Dost thou ask me seriously?

_Ros._ Yes indeed do I.

_Bel._ Yes, I will get thee with child: come presently,

And 't be but in revenge, I'le do thee that courtesie.

Well, if thou wilt fear God, and me; have at thee.

_Ros._ I'le love ye, and I'le honour ye.

_Bel._ I am pleas'd then.

_Mir._ This _Wild-Goose Chase_ is done, we have won o' both sides.

Brother, your love: and now to Church of all hands;

Let's lose no time.

_Pin._ Our travelling, lay by.

_Bel._ No more for _Italy_; for the _Low-Countries_. [_Exeunt._

APPENDIX

_In the following references to the text the lines are numbered

from the top of the page, including titles, acts, stage

directions, &c., but not, of course, the headline or mere

'rules.' Where, as in the lists of Persons Represented,_

_there are double columns, the right-hand column is numbered

after the left._

It has not been thought necessary to record the correction of every

turned letter nor the substitution of marks of interrogation for marks

of exclamation and _vice-versâ_. Full-stops have been silently inserted

at the ends of speeches and each fresh speaker has been given the

dignity of a fresh line: in the double-columned folio the speeches are

frequently run on. Only misprints of interest in the Quartos and the

First Folio are recorded.

ADDENDA TO RECORD OF VARIANTS IN VOL. II.

THE ELDER BROTHER.

p. =450.=

p. =5=, l. 38. _Add_ C.

p. =9=, l. 40. _Add_ BCD.

p. =12=, l. 36. _Add_ BD. l. 40. _Add_ A.

p. =13=, l. 9. _Add_ BCD.

p. =15=, l. 12. _Add_ B.

p. =16=, l. 18. _Add_ A.

p. =17=, l. 3. _Add_ A.

p. =19=, l. 2. _Add_ B.

p. =451.=

p. =21=, l. 9. _Add_ A.

p. =23=, l. 37. _Add_ B.

p. =24=, l. 2. _Add_ B (some copies), and D. l. 37. _Add_ AB.

p. =26=, l. 11. _Add_ ABD. l. 12. _Add_ BCD.

p. =29=, l. 15. _Add_ A-C.

p. =31=, l. 22. _Add_ B.

p. =32=, l. 11. _Add_ A. l. 12. _Add_ A.

p. =33=, l. 12. _for_ AB] our read A] you.

p. =38=, l. 36. _Add_ C.

p. =39=, l. 17. _Add_ A. l. 20. _Add_ B.

p. =452.=

p. =42=, l. 2. _Add_ C. l. 20. _Add_ A.

p. =43=, l. 9. _Add_ C. l. 17. _for_ A and C, read B and C.

p. =44=, l. 30. _Add_ B.

p. =47=, l. 15. _Add_ B and C.

p. =52=, l. 2. _Add_ A.

p. =53=, l. 4. _Add_ CD.

p. =56=, l. 11. _Add_ ABD. l. 23. _Add_ B. l. 30. _Add_ B.

p. =59=, _Add_ C.

None of the above add anything to the sum of variants, being merely the

occurrence of trivial differences (some, undoubted misprints) already

recorded in certain Quartos and found to occur in others upon making a

collation of a fresh series of Quartos for the purpose of the volumes

of notes. They are given here solely to make the record as complete as

may be, but it should be stated that some of them are accounted for by

the existence of Quartos made up of corrected and uncorrected sheets,

i.e. it often happens that not all the copies of a Quarto bearing the

same date possess an identical series of sheets.

The following are additions to the sum of the variants already

recorded, noted in the collation above referred to.

p. =17=, l. 11. B and C _omit_] they.

p. =20=, l. 6. C] so long. l. 40. C] ever be.

p. =25=, l. 37. C] fathers likenesse.

p. =30=, l. 32. B and C] Their blew.

p. =35=, l. 34. B and C] would grow.

p. =36=, l. 10. B and C] a meere.

p. =40=, l. 24. C _omits_] may.

p. =45=, l. 19. B and C _omit_] And.

p. =53=, l. 20. A-D] nor threats.

In the Preface to the second volume of the present edition, I used

the words 'First Quarto' somewhat loosely to represent indifferently

two versions of _The Elder Brother_ both dated 1637, differing very

slightly from each other. The phrase has been misunderstood as implying

that the editors of this edition were not aware that one of these two

Quartos may possibly have been printed a few years later than the

other. This is not the case: the opinion, and the evidence adduced in

support of it, were known to the editors, but all questions of date,

together with all other discussions of like nature, were left to be

dealt with in their proper place in the volume or volumes of notes

that are to follow the publication of the text. It is a matter of

very slight importance, and it is sufficient to state here that one

of these two identically dated editions was called A and the other B

in the Appendix to volume II for purposes of reference only, just as,

in volume I, the two identically dated Quartos of _Philaster_, 1652,

were called F and G, respectively, without there being any intention

on the part of the editors to express, in either case, any opinion,

for the moment, as to which is the earlier or the better of the two.

Furthermore, since the text of one of these 1637 Quartos was printed

in the Appendix merely in order to show the verse arrangement that

prevailed in the early Quartos and not for any other textual purpose,

it was a matter of indifference which of the two 1637 Quartos was used.

WIT WITHOUT MONEY.

p. =152=, l. 10 _of text for_ felling _read_ selling.

p. =155=, l. 3. A] and a.

P. =173=, l. 36. _Add_ A.

p. =185=, l. 26. A and B] drinke.

p. =192=, l. 6. A and B] see.

p. =197=, l. 13. _Add_ A.

p. =204=, l. 12. A _omits the second_] put.

THE FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS.

As in the case of _The Elder Brother_, copies of Quartos dated the same

year differ by reason of the inclusion of corrected and uncorrected

sheets. This remark applies to the undated 1609/10 Quartos called here

A and B and also to C and the later Quartos, e.g. some copies of C have

been seen which read (p. =372=, l. 13): _and games_, and some: _and

merry games_.

p. =372=, l. 15. _Add_ C.

p. =392=, l. 14. _Add_ C.

p. =393=, l. 18. _Add_ C.

p. =401=, l. 24. _Add_ BCE.

p. =404=, ll. 33 and 34. _Add_ C, some copies.

p. =405=, l. 17. _Add_ C, some copies.

p. =427=, l. 36. _Add_ C, some copies.

p. =428=, l. 19. _Add_ C, some copies.

p. =429=, l. 31. _Add_ A, some copies.

p. =430=, l. 6. _Add_ C, some copies.

None of the above, noticed during a collation of a fresh set of Quartos

for the purpose of the notes, add anything to the sum of variants. The

following are additions: p. =373=, l. 19 _of text for_ staight _read_

[straight]. p. =390=, l. 27. A] dapple. l. 36. A] Beates against. p.

=401=, l. 21. The Quartos print, with variations of roman and italic

type, '_Exit. Amaril._ Perigot!' The right reading is probably to

regard the last word as Amaryllis's cry for Perigot. By being printed

on the same line as the conclusion of Perigot's speech, the two names

were printed in the Second Folio as though part of the stage direction.

p. =421=, l. 36. A and B] so strange. p. =423=, l. 8. F] the Cradle.

p. =427=, l. 7. A-D] women. p. =430=, l. 22. A-C] thee, there will

bide. p. =442=, l. 26. F] labouring spring. p. =519=, l. 18. D and F]

morality. Since the textual notes in Vol. II were written, the present

Editor has seen copies of the undated First Quarto A which do not

contain the preliminary verses and address on pp. 521 (2 items) and 522

(2 items).

RULE A WIFE, AND HAVE A WIFE.

Vol. III. pp. 460 and 461.

The following addenda were printed on a slip and affixed as indicated

above. They are repeated here in case the slip should become detached.

p. =194=, l. 17. the first.

p. =198=, l. 38. mine owne.

p. =202=, l. 6. but these.

p. =207=, l. 17. you much joy.

p. =211=, l. 22. is an.

p. =221=, l. 17. Estifanias.

NOTES TO VOL. IV.

THE TRAGEDY OF VALENTINIAN.

A = First Folio. B = Second Folio.

The following variants are in A unless where otherwise stated.

p. =1=, ll. 5-41. Not in A. l. 33. B] Emperous.

p. =2=, l. 7. my. l. 12. woman.

p. =3=, l. 21. _Omits_ of.

p. =4=, l. 24. aske. l. 33. yeare.

p. =5=, l. 8. women. l. 20. beare.

p. =6=, l. 6. think. l. 36. Beside your sins, or comming but your

curses.

p. =9=, l. 27. ha's. l. 28. have here.

p. =10=, l. 22. B] affectious. l. 30. love ye.

p. =11=, l. 5. consider why. l. 8. _Omits_ to be. l. 39. pray.

p. =12=, l. 9. pray and depress you. l. 10. ye. l. 20. ever friend.

p. =13=, l. 19. Sestertes.

p. =16=, l. 15. taintures.

p. =17=, l. 23. _Here and often elsewhere_] Lycinus.

p. =18=, l. 16. By Heaven Sir, I. l. 34. B] withour.

p. =20=, l. 14. ye. l. 18. on me. l. 20. I were. l. 40. marke.

p. =22=, l. 24. A and B] II.

p. =23=, l. 16. By Heaven a. l. 20. B] Souldier. l. 40. forgive.

p. =24=, ll. 3 and 13. Ha's.

p. =25=, l. 8. dragma's.

p. =26=, l. 10. How now. l. 12. B] to' th. l. 22. A and B] Proclus.

p. =27=, l. 24. your guard.

p. =28=, l. 28. make ye no.

p. =29=, l. 31. Brazen Flowre.

p. =30=, l. 5. short Tower. l. 6 (_some copies_), can once more build.

p. =31=, l. 15. B] Shold. l. 32. Ladys Gentlewoman.

p. =33=, ll. 16 and 38. h'as. 17. _Omits stage direction._

p. =34=, l. 19. and ye to him. l. 25. Ho?

p. =35=, l. 3. play againe. l. 9. then now. l. 30. Empires.

p. =38=, l. 19. flye me.

p. =39=, l. 3. Ye were. l. 4. thither.

p. =40=, l. 25. _Omits_ me.

p. =41=, l. 11. makes. l. 18. wrong.

p. =43=, l. 5. By heaven I.

p. =44=, l. 39. made.

p. =45=, l. 5. ye. l. 33. A and B _omit_ [Scene II.].

p. =46=, l. 5. _Here and sometimes elsewhere_] Aretius. l. 15. thinks.

p. =47=, l. 1. ye aske. l. 9. Cares. l. 17. ye.

p. =48=, l. 16. ye. l. 34. my owne.

p. =49=, l. 3. whither. l. 24. ye live l. 35 h'ad. l. 36 By heaven he.

p. =50=, l. 11. is all the. l. 24. ye.

p. =52=, l. 34. toyne with.

p. =53=, l. 15. ye.

p. =54=, l. 1. Ground under. l. 31. one the. l. 32. Creed.

p. =55=, l. 38. By heaven you.

p. =56=, l. 16. the gods? to give they. l. 33. B] dangerou.

l. 36. fortunes. l. 39. made with.

p. =58=, l. 16. goes.

p. =59=, ll. 17, 18. _Omits_ Are. Emp. l. 30. B] Æic. make.

p. =60=, l. 35. 'a loves.

p. =62=, l. 22. 'a so.

p. =63=, l. 12. A and B] II.

p. =66=, l. 33. slave. l. 34. By heaven he.

p. =69=, l. 9. rancks.

p. =70=, l. 13. bases.

p. =71=, l. 30. Exit. l. 37. B] oversows.

p. =72=, l. 3. B] Phil. l. 23. B] Pho.

p. =73=, l. 31. B] venegance.

p. =74=, l. 6. sun-burnt: Neroe breeds. l. 21. h'as.

p. =76=, l. 3. B] Lici. l. 6. B] Lici. l. 7. B] Lyci.

l. 14. thy life. l. 17. to her. l. 21. _Omits_ Prince.

p. =77=, l. 5. _Omits_ wind. l. 6. I and an.

l. 39. A and B _here and often elsewhere_] Eudoxa.

p. =78=, l. 31. mirth then laughter.

p. =80=, l. 4. and ghests.

p. =81=, l. 34. B] vengance.

p. =82=, l. 6. Winted againe ... tall masses.

p. =83=, l. 16. A and B] 2.

l. 38. _Adds stage direction_] _Cæsar flourish._

p. =84=, l. 17. Prescription.

p. =85=, l. 5. ha's. l. 25. By'th masse that's. ll. 28 and 33. B] Pan.

p. =86=, l. 18. By heaven tis.

p. =88=, l. 33. Sen. Semp. =3=.

p. =89=, l. 36. Lizus.

p. =90=, l. 7. B _prints a full stop after_] here. l. 9. Bellonia's

l. 35. honour.

p. =91=, l. 3. H'as. l. 28. blush. l. 33. did yet.

p. =92=, l. 29. a Mistris.

MONSIEUR THOMAS.

B = Second Folio.

The title-page of the Quarto of 1639 (= =A=) runs as follows:

Monsieur | Thomas. A Comedy. | Acted at the Private House in | Blacke

Fryers. | The Author, | John Fletcher, | Gent. | London, | Printed by

Thomas Harper, for John Waterson, and are | to be sold at his shop in

Pauls Church-yard,| at the signe of the Crowne: | 1639.

This Quarto is sometimes met with under the title of _Fathers own Son_.

The title-page is followed in the Quarto by these verses and Richard

Brome's letter (see ante, p. 174).

In prayse of the Authour, and his following

Poeme.

_'Tis both the life of Action and of wit,_

_When Actors so the fanci'd humours hit,_

_As if 'twixt them and th' Authour there were strife_

_How each to other should give mutuall life._

_The last this wanted not. Invention strayes_

_Here in full many pleasant turning wayes,_

_That like Meanders their curld circles bend,_

_Yet in a smooth streame runne to crowne the end._

_Then 'tis authoriz'd by the Authors name;_

_Who never writ but with such sprightly flame,_

_As if the Muses jointly did inspire,_

_His raptures only with their sacred fire._

_And yet perhaps it did participate_

_At first presenting but of common fate;_

_When ignorance was judge, and but a few_

_What was legitimate, what bastard, knew._

_The world's growne wiser now: each man can say_

_If_ Fletcher _made it 'tis an exc'lent play._

_Thus Poemes like their Authors may be sed,_

_Never to live 'till they have first beene dead._

Rich. Brome.

As neither the Folio nor the Quarto give the dramatis personæ, I print

a list of the characters here.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. MONSIEUR THOMAS.

Valentine.

Francesco, his son.

Sebastian.

Thomas, his son.

Hylas.

Sam.

Michael.

Launcelot, servant of Thomas.

Fiddler.

Three Physicians.

Apothecary, Barber, Sailors, Officers, Servants.

Alice, sister of Valentine.

Mary, their niece.

Cellide.

Dorothea, daughter of Sebastian.

Abbess of St Katherine's, aunt of Thomas and Dorothea.

Nuns.

Madge, Kate and Maids.

The variants below are those of A unless otherwise noted.

p. =93=, l. 8. _Omits_ are.

p. =94=, l. 13. Genoway.

p. =95=, ll. 8 and 16. Ye. l. 11. Yf'. l. 14. Pray. l. 26. lay.

p. =97=, l. 14. Pray.

p. =98=, l. 9. unto me.

p. =99=, l. 11. aske ye. l. 20. much much. l. 36. howsoever.

p. =100=, l. 23. my father. l. 26. B] utterring. l. 34. Ye.

p. =101=, l. 10. your. l. 13. ye.

p. =102=, l. 22. But he. l. 33. h'as.

p. =104=, l. 28. Pray.

p. =105=, l. 5. Pray. l. 12. His so.

p. =107=, l. 28. B] too.

p. =110=, l. 10. _gives this line to_ Tho. l. 14. Sant.

p. =111=, l. 26. third. l. 39. _Omits_ Law.

p. =114=, l. 3. ye, and. l. 29. that tith. l. 32. old road.

p. =115=, l. 2. O my.

p. =116=, l. 26. Pheses.

p. =117=, l. 29. pray. l. 30. _Omits_ Mich.

p. =118=, ll. 6 and 7. heaven.

p. =119=, l. 8. beautis. l. 24. part: pitiy:

p. =120=, l. 4. ye. l. 14. so so. l. 35. those.

p. =121=, l. 1. Pray. l. 37. yeare.

p. =122=, l. 24. not impudence.

p. =123=, l. 24. you not. l. 37. _Blank in Quarto and Folio._

p. =124=, l. 20. unaculate.

p. =125=, l. 16. A _and_ B _give this line to_ Cell., _but it is,

apparently, a part of_ Val's. _speech_.

l. 40. _The Quarto gives this line to_ Cell.

p. =126=, l. 8. B] minds.

p. =127=, l. 10. the patent.

p. =128=, l. 34. bread.

p. =130=, l. 11. shall findeia.

p. =132=, l. 8. cureless disobedience. l. 12. yo' know.

l. 24. spilt.

p. =133=, l. 34. these eyes. B _omits_] eyes.

p. =134=, l. 1 B] hunsup. l. 9. And a. l. 35. wrong.

l. 37. So will.

p. =135=, l. 2. toth'. l. 3. please you. l. 5. your.

p. =137=, l. 15. down down adown. l. 24. hang.

l. 23. _This line belongs probably to_ Maid _rather than to_ Lan.

p. =140=, l. 20. _Omits_ a.

p. =141=, ll. 10 and 18. a bed.

p. =144=, l. 26. _Omits_ to. l. 32. goes.

p. =145=, l. 10. Concerning the. l. 16. B] ou.

p. =146=, l. 23. _Omits_ Seb.

p. =147=, l. 9. may be put.

p. =148=, l. 13. yeare. l. 30. O my.

p. =151=, l. 9. ha griev'd. l. 20. Beside. l. 30. faith.

p. =152=, l. 21. B _punctuates_] singing to them,

p. =153=, ll. 11 and 12. Ye. l. 22. thousand. l. 23. Pray.

l. 33. quickly, quickly, quickly.

p. =154=, l. 1. _Often here and elsewhere prints_ Dol _for_ Dor.

l. 20. Bless. l. 21. run thou for. l. 30. vaga'res.

p. =155=, l. 3. Pray. l. 10. Nay then. l. 13. _Omits_ good.

l. 19. A and B] brains totters. l. 24. B] Gentlewomen.

l. 33. has.

p. =156=, l. 17. _For_ VIII _reads_ secunda.

p. =157=, l. 12. fal so. l. 25. Pray.

l. 33. _For_ IX _reads_ Octava.

p. =158=, l. 17. Faith. l. 26. _For_ Prima _reads_ Quarta.

p. =159=, ll. 23 and 26. ye. l. 23. _Quotation marks have been added

to make the sense more clear._ l. 25. _Omits_ Thom.

l. 29. be cold. B] Maid. l. 30. do hang for'.

p. =160=, l. 4. _Adds a fourth_ devill _before_ O.

ll. 12 and 25. O. l. 20. Pray. l. 32. _Omits_ a.

l. 37. _Omits_ I.

p. =161=, l. 1. _For_ II _reads_ quinta. l. 4. surely melt.

l. 8. so sweet. l. 18. B] once once.

p. =162=, l. 39. not you spoil.

p. =163=, l. 13. state. l. 14. _For_ III _reads_ Sexta.

p. =164=, l. 1. _For_ IV _reads_ Septima.

l. 10. _For_ V _reads_ Octava. l. 22. heaven.

p. =165=, l. 3. made her no. l. 12. _For_ VI _reads_ Nona.

p. =166=, l. 1. Nun. l. 29. her's my.

p. =167=, l. 10. _For_ VII _reads_ Decima. l. 20. cozens.

p. =169=, l. 1. _For_ VIII _reads_ Undecima.

l. 10. Francis and Servant and Abbess.

p. =170=, l. 20. B] know.

p. =172=, l. 18. _Adds, possibly as a stage direction_] known son agen.

l. 26. _Adds_ Finis.

p. =174=, l. 24. B] lahours.

THE CHANCES.

A = First Folio. B = Second Folio.

The variants below are those of A unless where otherwise stated.

p. =175.= ll. 3-28. _Not in_ A.

p. =176=, l. 24. B _omits_] that. l. 36. so blotted.

l. 38. wonder ever.

p. =178=, l. 2. Pray.

p. =179=, l. 25. the stormes. l. 37. _Reads_ 1 _instead of_ 2.

p. =180=, l. 9. Bellonia

p. =184=, l. 16. A and B] sertle.

p. =185=, l. 20. audits lost.

p. =187=, l. 9. silence there. l. 21. B] knowledge.

p. =188=, l. 26. Don Ferdinand. l. 38. B] though.

p. =190=, l. 7. B] truble.

l. 20. _Adds after Constantia_] with a Jewell.

p. =192=, l. 15. his peeping. l. 32. B] seez'd.

p. =193=, l. 26. lyes. l. 39. yee.

p. =194=, l. 16. B] is.

p. =198=, l. 5. Doest. l. 10. A _prints_ Sing within a little _as a

marginal note and omits the song_.

p. =199=, l. 32. And taske.

p. =202=, l. 12. _Omits stage direction._ l. 27. What a block-head.

p. =203=, l. 10. B] Shool.

p. =204=, l. 1. is a. l. 5. if a. l. 22. A shall.

p. =205=, l. 1. B] know.

p. =206=, l. 10. with yee.

p. =207=, l. 11. boy too.

p. =209=, l. 33. such a.

p. =210=, l. 9. _Adds stage direction_] Bowle of wine ready.

l. 22. this roperie.

p. =211=, l. 5. Clarry ... Clarry. l. 14. rake her.

l. 15. B] Authony. l. 18. with yee.

p. =212=, l. 19. a horse-back.

p. =213=, l. 2. 'Sbloud, to. l. 6. Glister. l. 19. see ye.

l. 20. Will it. l. 36. ith'.

p. =214=, l. 16. cure ye. l. 26. me up with.

p. =215=, l. 29. Yet since.

p. =217=, l. 7. fit ye.

p. =219=, l. 25. we'll have no. l. 36. How, now. l. 37. 'has.

p. =220=, l. 17. whether.

p. =221=, l. 10. so fubd.

p. =222=, l. 35. B] I'e.

p. =223=, l. 15. Bollonia. l. 28. _Omits_ a.

p. =225=, l. 23. note.

p. =226=, l. 13. _Adds stage direction_] Bawd ready above.

p. =227=, l. 6. _Omits_ and. l. 8. B] Petr. l. 12. B] most most.

l. 15. B] Petr. ll. 26-33. Not in A.

p. =228=, l. 7. B] Petr. l. 15. B] Petr.

p. =229=, l. 17. of that? starve nature?

l. 30. _Adds stage direction_] Claping of a doore.

l. 36. _Adds stage direction_] Cease musick.

p. =232=, l. 14. B] Petr. l. 23. must haunt.

p. =234=, l. 21. B _omits_] make us tremble? l. 35. B] knowldge.

p. =237=, ll. 4 and 5. passe by. l. 32. B] dissov'd.

l. 34. A _gives this line to_ Petr.

p. =238=, l. 14. 'a comes. l. 21. pray.

ll. 34 et seq. A _omits the song._

p. =240=, l. 24. make

p. =241=, l. 6. B] to. l. 10. tell ye. l. 12. 'Has.

l. 15. She has (_misprint_). l. 17. servant to.

p. =242=, l. 15. there? come.

p. =243=, l. 21. command ye. l. 24. 'Has been. l. 31. Pray.

p. =244=, l. 8. _Omits_ Exeunt. l. 13. Wit as Art. l. 16. Ingenuous.

l. 21. A and B] his loud.

p. =245=, l. 10. _Adds_ Finis.

THE BLOODY BROTHER.

A = The | Bloody | Brother. | A Tragedy. | By B. J. F. | London, |

Printed by R. Bishop, for Thomas Allott, and John Crook, | and are to

be sold in Pauls Churchyard, at the signe | of the Greyhound 1639. |

B = The Tragedy of | Rollo | Duke of Normandy. | Acted by his |

Majesties Servants. | Written by | John Fletcher | Gent. | Oxford, |

Printed by Leonard Lichfield | Printer to the University. | Anno 1640. |

C = The Second Folio.

Here again copies dated the same year differ in their readings. Three

copies of the 1639 Quarto have been collated to supply the readings

given below, and three copies also of the 1640 Quarto.

As the verse arrangements differ considerably in A and B I have given

those which are of value in B.

p. =246=, ll. 1-6. B] The Tragoedy of Rollo Duke of Normandy. ll. 3 and

4. A _omits these two lines_. l. 7. A] Drammatis Personæ. l. 22. A]

L'Fisk. l. 23. A and C] Rufee. l. 35. A _omits_] Women _and places_

Lords _to_ Boyes _after_ Edith.

The _Persons Represented_ are given differently in B, wherein they read

as follows on a page facing the beginning of the play.

The Names of the Actors:

Rollo, } _Sonnes to the deceased Duke of Normandy_.

Otto, }

Aubrey, _Kinsman to Rollo_.

Gisbert, } _Two Counsellors of State_.

Balwin, }

Latorch, _Favorite to Rollo_.

Hamond, _Captaine of the Guard_.

Allan, _His brother_.

Granpree, } _Servants to Rollo_.

Verdon, }

Trevite, } _Servants to Otto_.

Du Prette, }

Citizens. } { Cooke.

Guard. } { Butler.

Servants. } { Pantler.

Boyes. } { Yeoman of the Cellar.

Russee. }

De Bubie. }

La-Fiske. } _Cheaters._

Norbret. }

Pipeane. }

Sophia, _The old Dutchesse_.

Matilda, _Her daughter_.

Edith, _Daughter to Baldwin_.

'The drinking Song, to the second Act' (see p. 263), is given in A on

the verso of the page containing the Dramatis Personæ.

l. 42. B _omits_] Sir. l. 44 etc. B _reads_]

_Gisb._ Tis rather wish'd.

For such whose reason doe direct their thoughts

Without selfe flattery, dare not hope it _Baldwin_:

The fires, etc.,

_continuing as though spoken still by_ Gisb. _and omitting_ Bald. _in_

l. 3, p. =247.=

p. =247=, l. 2. A _adds_] Baldwin _after_ it _and continues as above.

After_ l. 9. B _adds_] To heave them up, and these are too well

practis'd. l. 11. B] rest to good men proves. l. 12. B _adds char_.]

Bald. _before_ And in etc. A _agrees here with_ C. _See above._ l. 18.

B] And did. l. 20. A] brother. l. 38. C _misprints_] aud.

p. =248=, _After_ l. 3 B _adds_] Scena 2. Gisbert, Baldwin, Granpree,

Verdon. l. 5. B] eldest. l. 6. B _omits_] lads. l. 10. B _for_ your

_reads_] the. l. 13. B] hemp. l. 14. B] shall plead. B _adds following

line_] Where it shall be concluded, after twelve. l. 31. A] Saulz. B]

souse. l. 35. B] all that I. l. 36. B] there's. l. 38. A _omits char_.]

Gis.

p. =249=, l. 1. B] which wants. l. 2. B] doe you. _After_ l. 16. B

_adds_] Scena 3. l. 32. B _omits_] too. l. 34. B _for_ Manent _reads_]

omnes praeter. l. 35. B] ever. l. 37. B] such roots.

p. =250=, _Before_ l. 1. B _adds_] Scena 4. l. 1. B _omits_ Enter to

them _and reads_] Aubrey, Gisbert, Baldwin. l. 3. B] That are. l. 6.

B] arme. l. 13. B] death to be a. l. 14. B] of his. l. 19. B _omits_]

a. l. 24. B] be. l. 25. B] in me. l. 33. B] the. l. 35. B] see those.

l. 39. B] any act.

p. =251=, l. 6. B _after_ in _reads here instead of below_] Scena 5.

Rollo, Latorch, Trevile, Granpree, Otto, Verdon, Duprete, Gisbert,

Baldwin, Aubrey _and gives_ See't confirmd, _etc. to_ Gisb. l. 11. A]

whom. l. 25. B] I need it not, and would. l. 28. B] threatning. l. 30.

B] then a. l 33. B] oath ... is. l. 38. B _ends the line with_] Nor I.

p. =252=, l. 1. B] see it. l. 10. B] the ... law. l. 11. B] them as I.

l 13. B] them then now. l. 15. B] and then. l. 21. B _ends lines at_]

grant _and_ out. l. 22. B] To assure innocence. l. 29. B] Such have. l

34. B] my. l. 35. A and B] injustice. l. 40. A and B] At his so.

p. =253=, l. 1. B] merit. ll. 8, 9 and 12. B _ends at_] live, happy,

misery, allegeance, mee. l. 9. B] misery. l. 10. B _omits_] He. l. 12.

B] respect. l. 13. B] stare ons. l. 14. B] man fencers. l. 33. A and B

_omit_] only. l. 38. B] Scaena 6. Sophia, Rollo, Otto and the rest. l

39. B] these.

p. =254=, l. 8. B] obay hers. l. 9. B] those. l. 15. B] wracks. l.

16. B] danger's. l. 17. B] And must. l. 21. B] Are in. l 23. B] are

innocent. l. 29. B _ends_ 2 ll.] Syllable, power.

p. =255=, l. 4. B] Takes the authority. l. 24. C] that. l. 37. B]

safety not my owne.

p. =256=, l. 6. B] 'tis still. l. 13. B] Whither you can have. l. 15. B

_ends_ 2 ll.] desire, keep. l. 23. B] then so to. l. 26. B] which heard

my prayers. l. 29. B _omits_] that. l. 30. B] That gave.

p. =257=, l. 8. B] but ev'n now. l. 18. A and B] presidents. l. 19.

B] worst act. l. 21. B] The Scene of. l. 25. B] starre. l. 26. B] a

hundred. l. 32. B] throw down their. l. 33. B _ends_ 2 ll.] joy, eyes.

p. =258=, ll. 7 and 8. B _adds after_ ones]

_Soph._ Supported thus I am secure O sonnes,

This is your Mothers triumph.

_Exeunt omnes praet. Granpre, Verdon, Trevile, Dupr._

_Rollo._ You deserve it.

l. 9. B] hop'd for. ll. 18 and 19. B]

... of fraile thoughts

All friends, etc.

l. 21. B] Defer till apter. l. 24. B] and that's. l. 29. B _omits_]

Actus ... Prima. l. 32. B _ends_ 2 ll.] doe, ease. l. 36. B] it selfe.

p. =259=, l. 4. B] soyling. l. 9. B] of prayer. l. 15. B] you are. l.

22. B] of our. l. 29. B] hath. l. 31. B] kisses, kisses a. l. 38. B]

Are like. l. 39. B] The breath.

p. =260=, l. 2. B] So jarres circling in distrusts, distrusts pull down

dangers. l. 4. B] them but the Showers. l. 6. B] peece. A] patch. l.

8. B] he tumbles. l. 13. B] disturb him. _Omits_ his peace. l. 15. B]

upon you by your. l. 17. B] couch'd Lyon. l. 20. B _omits_] when. l.

24. B] A teare. l. 25. B] Tasting the bloud ... full spirits. l. 29. B

_omits_] such a curb. l. 30. B _omits_] To. B] puddle. l. 37. B] yee.

p. =261=, l. 3. B] a peeces. l. 8. B] you are. l. 27. B] friendship. l.

34. B] 'em.

p. =262=, l. 4. B _omits the third_] day. l. 6. B] Body a me I am dry.

ll. 8 and 9. B _ends_ 2 ll.] master, eating. l. 11. A and B] ballasse.

l. 14. B] Peuh. l. 15. B] yee. l. 16. B] Come sculing. l. 17. B] yee.

l. 24. B] maribones. l. 25. B] ye. l. 26. B] plumbes before 'em. l. 27.

B] Arion on a dolphin. l. 32. B] ye. l. 34. B] And then sit. l. 36. B]

ye.

p. =263=, l. 7. B] Altar heere. l. 10. B] wine in. l. 14. B] paste. l.

16. B] it may. l. 18. B _omits_] drinking. A _adds_] They sing _and

gives the song at the beginning of the play, not here_. l. 30. B

_adds_] Finis. l. 36. B] choine. l. 37. B] jole.

p. =264=, l. 2. B] And see and yee ... into. l. 3. B] mercy dad. l. 7.

B] newes within?

_Lator._ Save ye,

Save ye maister, save ye Gentlemen.

l. 11. B] yee. l. 14. B] This daies. l. 17. B] Bring 'em. l. 19. B]

though it. l. 32. B] to you. l. 36. B] Yee.

p. =265=, l. 2. B] th' masse. l. 3. B] Hee'l. l. 4. B] doe friends. l.

6. B] ye ... yee. l. 9. B] Pray be. l. 11. B] neither fire. l. 21. C]

Pardon's. B] Good god. l. 23. A, _some copies, omits stage direction_.

l. 26. A, _some copies_] I imagine. l. 30. B] taste 'em. l. 32. B] pay

ye. l. 33. B _omits_] up. l. 34. B] yee. l. 35. B] ye. l. 39. _Some

copies of_ A _omit the second_] by you. l. 40. B] ye have.

p. =266=, l. 1. B] yee ... ye ... ye. l. 3. B _omits_] your. l. 8. B]

ye are. l. 10. A, _some copies, reads_] All: all: all _omitting_ All

_as char_. B _for_ All _char. reads_] Omn. l. 15. B] ye. l. 18. B]

we dare. l. 19. B] drawd. l. 21. B] shall I. ll. 21-4. B _ends_ ll.

_as verse_] too, rewarded, master, too. l. 22. B _omits_] yet. l. 25.

B _divides the line after_ 'twere done. l. 29. A and C _omit_] Yeo.

(_char._). _Some copies of_ A _read_] to still. l. 36. B] ye. l. 37. B]

stands. l. 39. B] podrilla.

p. =267=, l. 3. B] ye. _After_ l. 3 B _adds_] Or in a galingale a

little does it. l. 7. B _adds_] Yeo. sel (_char._) _at beginning of

line_. l. 10. B] I never. l. 12. B] yee. l. 16. B] o' my knowledge ...

ye. l. 19. B] Shewer. l. 24. B] those papers. l. 27. B] Ho boyes and

banquet. l. 29. C] Gispert. l. 30. B] Hamon. B. _omits_] Edith. l. 33.

B] for you.

p. =268=, l. 5. B] yee. l. 10. A, _some copies_] furnish. l. 13. B]

bower of. l. 18. _Some copies of_ A _omit this line_. l. 22. B] my

sweet son. l. 23. B] ye. l. 26. B _ends_ 2 ll.] brother, eate.

p. =269=, ll. 1-3. B _omits these_ ll. l. 5. B] your feaver. l. 7. B]

and my. l. 9. B] from such. l. 11. B] his full. l. 12. B] here with

base. B _after_ l. 19 _adds a line_] Indeed your loving brother. l. 26.

B] hee's maymde. l. 30. B] and feares.

p. =270=, l. 7. C] togue. l. 13. B] you have. l. 18. B] all future.

l. 21. B] ye. l. 22. B] upon your. l. 23. B] yee _and, after stage

direction, adds line_] Soph. Doe you now perceive your brothers

sweetnesse? l. 33. B _omits this line_. l. 34. B] ye. l. 36. B] move

backward. l. 37. B] Yee.

p. =271=, l. 6. B] That's. l. 12. B] your selfe up. l. 16. B _adds

stage direction_] A Stoole set out. l. 22. C] Sob. (_char._). l. 24.

B] tis. l. 26. B] affection. l. 30. B] bonds. l. 31. B] to falshood

ever.

p. =272=, l. 3. B] of him. l. 19. B] of all syncerenesse. l. 24. B] His

open. l. 25. B _omits_] Which he.

p. =273=, l. 1. B] puffe of. l. 4. B _omits_] readiest. l. 5. B]

gainst. l. 6. B] strow. l. 7. B] 'tis. l. 8. B] to encounter ill for

ill. l. 21. B] those. l. 22. B] And sit above. ll. 26 and 27. B _ends_

4 ll.] arm'd, confidence, rage, monster.

p. =274=, l. 3. B _divides the line at_ me. B] put off. l. 5. B] the

spoile. l. 18. B _divides the line at_ Latorch. l. 21. C] your. B

_divides the line at_ Ha. l. 31. B _divides the line at_ dead. l. 35.

B] To bloudy ore. l. 38. B] or powers.

p. =275=, l. 2. B] 'ith. l. 11. B] teach this. l. 12. B] Counsellour.

l. 21. B] no ground. l. 28. B] mischiefe. l. 32. B] are both dull. l.

36. B] Power lives. l. 38. B] 'sleft halfe. l. 39. B] these.

p. =276=, l. 4. B] Complaining the. l. 6. B] I shall my Lord. l. 8. B]

Rise. l. 16. B] in your. l. 20. B _divides the line at_ addition. l.

22. B] nor your. l. 30. B _divides the line at mad_. l. 33. B _adds

stage direction_] He disarms him.

p. =277=, l. 5. A] Survives. l. 10. _Some copies of_ A _for_ with

_read_] which. l. 13. B _divides the line at_ well. l. 22. B] ist. l.

24. B] rais'd me. A] raise. l. 28. B _omits_] that. l. 34. B] T' excuse.

p. =278=, l. 1. B _divides the line after the first_ him. l. 4. A]

do thy. l. 9. B _omits this line_. l. 18. B _adds_] Exit. l. 24. B

_divides the line at_ death. l. 29. B _divides the line at_ excuse. l.

35. B _divides the line at_ Citizens. l. 36. A and B] perswasions. l.

40. B _omits_] here's.

p. =279=, l. 2. B _for_ Sir _reads_] my Lord. l. 3. A] vildely. l. 12.

B _divides the line at_ Duke. l. 31. B _omits_] few. l. 35. B _adds_

Sir _after the second_ mercy. l. 39. B] seize mee.

p. =280=, l. 4. B] ye. l. 6. B] ye. _After_ l. 6 B _adds line_] The

Prince forgets his fury, why doe ye tug him? l. 7. B] ye. l. 15. B

_omits_] that. l. 18. A and B _for_ Nay _read_] No. l. 24. B] stand up

thus. l. 39. B] howlings.

p. =281=, ll. 3, 5. B _omits_] And. l. 4. B] I came too. l. 8. B]

high heaven. l. 16. B] Enter the Citizens. l. 22. B] be lov'd. l. 26.

A and B] makes them. B] made mee. l. 27. B] preserv'd mee. l. 29. B]

childrens goods. l. 30. B] prey to. l. 35. B] The Curtian Gulfe.

p. =282=, l. 1. B] that beare. l. 6. B] mine owne. l. 8. A] my own. l.

15. A and B] rest. l. 18. B] oblivions. l. 20. B] For you. l. 24. B]

Kinsman. l. 25. A] you. l. 26. A and B] Empery. l. 32. B] the seat. l.

40. B] yee.

p. =283=, l. 4. B] ope them. l. 7. B] Cast off what. l. 21. B] bow't

ye. l. 32. B _omits the line_] Scene II. l. 34. B _here and often

elsewhere_] Yeo. Seller. B] and Pantler. l. 35. B _omits_] in. A]

them. l. 36. B] afore there, Roome there for. l. 37. B] afore ... get

no place.

p. =284=, l. 3. B] The'rle. l. 5. B _divides the line at_ Sir. l. 6. B]

ift please you. l. 10. B _divides the line at_ boyes. B] Here's e'en

enough. l. 11. A and B] Pox. l. 14. A and B] heare Sir? l. 20. B] you

sheep Pantler, You peaching rogue. A] peaching. l. 23. A and B] Pray.

l. 24. B] Good goodman. l. 30. _A comma has been substituted for a

full stop after_ praying. l. 34. A and B] pox. l. 35. B _omits_] if. l.

36. B] yee. l. 37. B] leave too. This. A] leave to, l. 39. B] Ballad.

p. =285=, l. 2. B] penny-pot-Poets. l. 3. B] hang men ever. l. 6. B]

yee. l. 7. B] and dispatch. l. 9. B] never. l. 10. B] chose. l. 11. B]

They sing. l. 12. C] Forune's. l. 16. B] But this. B _omits_] still. l.

20. B]

As e're did sing three parts in a string,

All under the triple tree.

ll. 21 and 35. B _omits_] II. and III. ll. 22 and 23. B _prints these

as one line_. ll. 24 and 25. B _prints these as one line_. l. 37. B]

Taylor had a stitch in.

p. =286=, l. 1. B _divides this line_ at man. l. 2. B _divides this

line at_ can. l. 4. Should come my selfe for to. ll. 6-9. B _prints

these after the next song_. l. 6. B] for ye now _and divides

following lines thus_.

Farewell ... not

Be printed ... head.

B _adds_] Exeunt. ll. 10 and 11. B _omits_] IV. _and_ Pant. l. 12. B]

wears. l. 15. B] That am thus chipt because I clipt. _After_ l. 18 B

_adds_] Three merry boyes, &c. l. 21. B] to speake to you. l. 22. B

_and some copies_ of A] leggs. l. 34. B] it is.

p. =287=, l. 2. B] state. l. 3. B] are faire. l. 4. B] that gin. l.

8. B] nobles on't. ll. 9-13. B _divides thus_] block, to, themselves,

service, hold, maister. l. 9. B] them. l. 11. B] If you. l. 13. B] And

to the. l. 14. B _omits_] so. l. 15. B] Their ayery fears ... 'em. ll.

15-17. B _divides thus_] 'em, sound, state. l. 22. _A comma has been

taken away after_ Do. B] gainst. l. 24. B _divides the line after_

whosoever. B] o' the. l. 25. B _divides the line after_ so. l. 26. B

_divides the line after_ heare. l. 27. B _divides the line after_

you. l. 28. B _divides the line after_ hearts. l. 30. B] o'th. l. 35.

B] dar'st thou. l. 37. B] the scale. l. 39. B] thine.

p. =288=, l. 1. B] durst ... thought. l. 9. B] neither he can. l. 11.

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5. B] To upbraid ... I am falne. l. 8. A and B] pray. l. 9. B] the

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for so sleight. B] clauses. l. 20. B] Hath still. l. 24. B _omits_]

some. l. 25. B] kills. ll. 25 and 26. B _gives back_ Master _to the

previous line_. l. 29. B] here's. l. 34. B] And do not. l. 36. B] let

'em. l. 37. B] You make.

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l. 11. B] 'gin. l. 13. B _divides the line after_ hope. l. 17. B] no

word more. ll. 18 and 19. B _divides thus_] then, safety, truth, _and

reads_ I am ... There is ... blocked up against the. l. 20. B] I doe

thank. l. 21. B _divides the line after_ what. l. 22. B] I will so, I

assure. l. 23. B] Exeunt omnes praeter Rollo, and Latorch. l. 24. B

_divides the line after_ Latorch. l. 25. B _divides the line after_

manners. l. 28. B _divides the line after_ life. l. 30. B] would, he

is so. l. 32. B] and he is. l. 35. B] besides. l. 37. B] us so possess.

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figures. l. 37. B] else Sir offer at. l. 40. B] Another Gentleman.

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my fortune, | My maister dead. l. 29. B] mischiefes. l. 35. B] twenty

foot. l. 36. B] Lator. Mercy, mercy, 'tis too late fool. Exit Lator.

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B adds] Exeunt. l. 40. B _adds_] Florish. A and B _add_] Finis.

THE WILD-GOOSE CHASE.

This comedy is referred to in the Stationer's address 'to the Readers'

in the First Folio (see Vol. I, present edition, p. xiii) as having

'beene long lost.' It was published separately in folio in 1652 and is

often bound up with copies of the Folios. The title-page of the 1652

edition runs as follows:

The | Wild-Goose Chase. | A | Comedie. | As it hath been Acted with

singular | Applause at the Black-Friers: | Being the Noble, Last, and

Onely Remaines | of those Incomparable Drammatists, | Francis Beaumont,

and John Fletcher, Gent. | Retriv'd for the publick delight of all the

Ingenious; | And private Benefit | Of John Lowin, And Joseph Taylor,

Servants to His late Majestie. | By a Person of Honour. | Ite bonis

avibus--| London, Printed for Humpherey Moseley, and are to be | sold

at the Princes Armes in St. Paules | Church-yard. 1652.

The Dedication and preliminary verses that follow are from the edition

of 1652: they were omitted in the Second Folio. In the following

variations =A= = 1652 and =B= = the Second Folio.

_THE DEDICATION._

To the Honour'd, Few, Lovers of

_Drammatick Poesie_.

_Noble Spirits!_

It will seem strange to you that we should beg a Pardon from you before

you know a Crime committed; But such is our _harsh Fate_, that we shall

want as much of your _Mercie_ to the forgiving of this sad presumption

of offering to your view these few _poor_ sheets, the _Rich Remains_

of our too-long-since lost Friend, Mʳ _FLETCHER_, as we shall your

favourable _Acceptance_, and _Incouragement_ in it. The Play was of

so Generall a receiv'd Acceptance, that (he _Himself_ a _Spectator_)

we have known him un-concern'd, and to have wisht it had been none of

His; He, as well as the _throng'd Theatre_ (in despight of his innate

Modesty) Applauding this _rare issue of his Brain_. His _Complacencie_

in his own Work, may be, perhaps no Argument to you of the Goodness of

the Play, any more than our _Confidence_ of it; and we do not expect

our _Encomium_ can do any thing with you, when the Play it self is

so near: That will _commend_ it self unto you. And now Farewell our

_Glory_! Farewell your _Choice Delight_, most noble Gentlemen! Farewell

th' _Grand Wheel_ that set _Us_ smaller Motions in Action! Farewell

the Pride and Life o' th' Stage! Nor can we (though in our Ruin) much

repine that we are so little, since _He_ that gave us being is no more.

* * * * *

_Generous Soules!_

'Tis not unknown unto you All, how by a cruell Destinie we have

a long time been _Mutes_ and _Bound_, although our Miseries have

been sufficiently _Clamorous_ and _Expanded_, yet till this happy

opportunitie, never durst vex your open Ears and Hands: But this we're

confident of will be the surest Argument for your _Noblesses_. What an

Ingenious Person of Qualitie once spake of his _Amours_, we apply to

our necessities,

_Silence in Love betrays more Wo_

_Than Words, though ne'r so Wittie:_

_The Beggar that is DUMB, you know,_

_Deserves a DOUBLE PITTIE._

But be the _Comoedie_ at your _Mercy_ as _We_ are. Onely we wish, that

you may have the same _Kind Joy_ in _Perusing_ of it, as we had in the

_Acting_.

So _Exeunt_

Your Gratefull Servants,

_JOHN LOWIN_, }

_JOSEPH TAYLOR._ }

On the best, last, and only

remaining _Comoedy_ of Mr.

_FLETCHER_.

I' _Mun-o'reclowded too! Clear from the Mist!_

_The_ blind _and late_ Heaven's Ey's _Great_ Oculist

Obscur'd _with the_ False Fiers _of his Sceme_

_Not halfe those Souls are Lightned by this Theme._

_Unhappy Murmurers that still repine_

_(After th'_ Eclipse _our Sunne doth brighter shine)_

_Recant your False Grief and your True joyes knowe,_

_Your Bliss is Endles as you fear'd your Woe!_

_What Fort'nate_ Flood _is this? what storm of Witt?_

_Oh who would_ live _and not_ orewhelm'd _in it?_

_No more a_ Fatall Diluge _shall be hurl'd,_

_This_ Inundation _hath_ sav'd _the World._

_Once more the Mighty_ FLETCHER _doth arise_

_Roab'd in a Vest, Studded with Starrs and Eyes_

_Of all his former Glories; His last Worth_

_Imbroydered with what yet Light e're brought forth._

_See! in this glad Farewell he doth appeare_

_Stuck with the Constellations of his Sphere,_

_Fearing we num'd fear'd no Flagration_

_Hath curled all his Fyres in this_ one ONE,

_Which (as they guard his hallowed Chast Urn)_

_The dull approaching Hereticks do burn._

FLETCHER _at his Adieu Carouses thus_

_To the_ Luxurious Ingenious.

_A_ Cleopatra _did of Old out-vie_

_Th' un-numbred dishes of her_ Anthonie

_When (He at th' emptie Board a Wonderer)_

_Smiling shee call's for_ Pearl _and_ Vineger;

_First pledges Him in's_ Breath, _then at one Draught_

_Swallowes_ Three Kingdomes _off to_ His best Thought.

_Hear Oh ye_ Valiant Writers _and subscribe!_

_(His_ Force _set by) y'are_ Conquer'd _by this_ Bribe;

_Though you_ Hold out your selves, _He doth commit_

_In this a_ Sacred Treason _on your Witt;_

_Although in Poëms_ desperately Stout,

Give up; _This Overture must_ buy you out.

_Thus with some Prodigall Us'rer 't doth fare_

_That keepes his Gold still_ veyl'd, _his steel-breast bare,_

_That doth exclude his Coffers all but's Eye_

_And his Ey's Idoll the_ Wing'd Deitie;

_That cannot lock his_ Mines _with half the Art_

_As some_ Rich Beauty _doth his_ wretched heart:

_Wild at his reall Poverty, and so wise_

_To winne her, turnes Himselfe into a_ Prise.

_First startles Her with th'_ Emerald-Mad-lover

_The_ Rubie-Arcas; _lest shee should recover_

_Her das'led Thought a_ Diamond _He throwes_

_Splendid in all the bright_ Aspatia's _woes;_

_Then to summe up the_ Abstract _of his store_

_He flings a_ Rope _of_ Pearl _of_ Forty _more._

_Ah see! the_ stag'ring Vertue faints! _which He_

_Beholding, darts his_ Wealth's Epitome,

_And now to Consumate her wished Fall_

_Shewes this one_ Carbuncle _that darkens All._

RICHARD LOVELACE.

ON

Mr. FLETCHERS

excellent Play,

THE

_WILD-GOOSE CHASE_.

Me thinkes I see thy _angred ashes_ rise

_FLETCHER_; I feel them smarting in my eyes.

Methinks thou sayst what would this rimer have

He _raises me_, yet _gives my fame a grave_?

Me thinkes (like that _Old Moralist's_ Complaint

What ill of mine has gain'd this ill mans prayse?)

I hear thee say, sure this Play has some taint

That this ill Poet gives his withered bayes?

Perhaps this good _Philosophers_ life began

To make the _ill_ man _good_; As in a man

To love the good's a step to being so,

Love to thy Muse may be to me so too;

Then I shall know how to commend thy Muse

When her own self the prayses shall infuse:

Till then I must sit down, confess the _wonder_,

'Bove which I _cannot_ go, and, _won't_ go _under_.

But where's the prayse (you'l say) to _FLETCHERS_ wit?

I would ha giv'n but had no Offering fit.

Then let these lines be thought to _FLETCHERS Muse_

Not an _Encomium_, but an _Excuse_.

_NORREYS JEPHSON._

An Epigram upon the long lost and fortunately recovered _WILD-GOOSE

CHASE_, and as seasonably bestowed on Mr. _JOHN LOWEN_ and Mr. _JOSEPH

TAYLOR_, for their best advantage.

In this late dearth of wit, when _Jose_ and _Jack_

Were hunger-bit for want of fowl and Sack,

His nobleness found out this happy meanes

To mend their dyet with these _WILD-GOOSE_ scenes,

By which he hath revived in a day

Two Poets, and two Actors with one Play.

_W. E._

To the incomparable Mr. _FLETCHER_,

upon his excellent Play, The

_WILD-GOOSE CHASE_.

Sole Soul of _Drammas_, thou who only art

Whole in the whole, and whole in ev'ry _Part_.

Thy _fury_ every scene with spirit warmes,

And that same _spirit_ every line _informes_.

No _Commas_ ly intranc'd, and rise up sense

Three, four lines off, such is thy _Influence_.

Thy woords are all _alive_; and thou ne're writ

_Things to come to themselves_, nor _Types_ of _Wit_,

All lives, and is _fulfill'd_. And for thy _Plot_

When ere we read _we have, and have it not_,

And glad to be deceiv'd, finding thy Drift

T' excell our guess at every turn, and shift.

Some new _Meanders_ still do put us out,

Yet find that nearest what we thought _about_.

Through all Intriqu's we are securely lead,

And all the way we pass w'ave hold 'oth' thread,

Which a long while we _feel_ not, till thy Close

Winding the _Bottom_ up the _Bottom_ showes.

H. HARINGTON.

On Mr. _FLETCHERS Wild-Goose Chase recovered_.

This sprightly _Posthume_, whom our pious fear

Bewail'd as if it an _abortive_ were

(And out of sense of that, no _gen'rous breast_

But a forsaken lover's grief exprest)

Hath forc'd his way thorough the _pangs_ of _Fate_,

And in his _infancy's_ at _mans estate_.

Thus that _Fam'd flood_ that's _plung'd_ into a grave

For many leagues, at length _exalts_ his wave;

Leapes from his Sepulcher, and proudly slides

Through's banks in deeper, more expanded tides;

Till to his watry Center he hath got

By wrigling twines, subtile as _FLETCHER'S plot_.

That 'tis a sacred birth from hence we know,

It doth by _buriall_ more _glorious_ grow:

For Saints by persecution thrive; and none

Is Martyr'd, but's _opprest_ into a _throne_.

There reign he to Time's end! while we from this,

Doe calculate his _Apotheosis_.

JAMES RAMSEY.

p. =314=, ll. 3 and 4. _Omitted in_ A. l. 5. A] Drammatis Personæ.

_Instead of the Actors' names being given in a list separately, they

follow the names and descriptions of the characters, thus_:

De-Gard ... Acted by Mr. _Robert Benfield_.

La-Castre ... Acted by Mr. _Richard Robinson_.

Mirabell ... Incomparably Acted by Mr. _Joseph Taylor_.

Pinac ... Admirably well Acted by Mr. _Thomas Pollard_.

Belleur ... Most naturally Acted by Mr. _John Lowin_.

Nantolet ... Acted by Mr. _William Penn_.

Lugier ... Acted by Mr. _Hilliard Swanston_.

Oriana ... Acted by Mr. _Steph. Hammerton_.

Rosalura } ... {_William Trigg._

Lillia-Bianca } ... {_Sander Gough._

Petella ... Their servant Mr. _Shanck_.

* * * * *

A young Factor by Mr. _John Hony-man_.

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p. =321=, l. 11. A] th' other. l. 12. A] I am. l. 26. A] ha'st.

p. =322=, l. 9. B] you, will so. l. 21. B] Lugien.

p. =323=, l. 24. A] Ye. l. 28. A] Pray. l. 34. A] Has.

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p. =339=, l. 37. B] Bella fronte.

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p. =345=, l. 31. A] Y' faith.

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are, throughout both A and B, spelt erratically.

p. =349=, l. 4. Lel. _has been altered to_ Lil. _here and

elsewhere_.

p. =350=, l. 12. B] Travel. l. 16. A] fare.

p. =352=, l. 38. A] Loose.

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_Dram._ _Pers._] l. 34. B] Coutrey.

p. =358=, l. 30. A] what ye. l. 37. A] been attaint of.

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Sir. l. 33. A] by ye.

p. =361=, l. 18. B _misprints char._] Sir.

p. =362=, l. 15. A] need. l. 28. B] mind.

p. =363=, l. 13. A] women. l. 27. B] wold.

p. =364=, l. 5. A] in mine. ll. 11 and 13. A] ye ... ye. l. 30.

A] she is. l. 31. A] you will. l. 37. B] Engllsh.

p. =366=, l. 24. A] manner. l. 39. A] say to ye.

p. =367=, l. 11. A] counsel. l. 26. A _omits the second_ your.

l. 40. A] took not notice.

p. =368=, l. 12. A] Cry now instantly. l. 34. A] Gentlewoman. l.

36. B] 2 Wom.

p. =369=, l. 25. A] 'pray ye come.

p. =370=, l. 15. A] Ye are.

p. =371=, l. 17. A] as you.

p. =372=, l. 8. A] ye. l. 14. A] you. l. 31. A] ye.

p. =373=, l. 4. A] Pray. l. 11. B _omits stage direction_. l.

12. B] do you. A] do not ye. l. 13. A] why a. l. 22. A]

she is. l. 25. B _omits_] good. l. 31. A] do'st. l. 32. B

_misprints char._] Min.

p. =374=, l. 10. A] vild.

p. =376=, l. 30. A] seem' stubborn.

p. =377=, l. 2. A _omits_] and.

p. =379=, l. 9. A] Renegado no. l. 37. B _misprints_]

particularey.

p. =380=, l. 17. A] this will. l. 32. _A query mark has been

added after_ wealthie.

p. =381=, l. 7. B _prints_] _Exit_ Alberto. l. 15. A]

entirements.

p. =382=, l. 32. A] affect.

p. =383=, l. 4. B] Perserve.

p. =386=, l. 28. A] Rosaluce, Lillia. l. 31. A _prints stage

direction_] Musick, then Enter _etc._

p. =389=, l. 14. A] Gentlemen.

p. =390=, l. 27. A _adds_] Finis.

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