Shrink not, 'tis good gold, wench: prepare a Banquet,
And get that _Casta_ thither; for she's a creature
So full of forcible Divine perswasion,
And so unwearied ever with good offic[e],
And she shall cure my ill cause to my Mistriss,
And make all errors up.
_Mar._ I'll doe my best, Sir:
But she's too fearful, coy, and scrupulous,
To leave her Fathers house so late; and bashful
At any mans appearance, that I fear, Sir;
'Twill prove impossible.
_Lav._ There's more gold, _Marie_,
And fain thy Mistriss wondrous sick to death, wench.
_Mar._ I have ye in the wind now, and I'll pay ye.
_Lav._ She cannot chuse but come; 'tis charity,
The chief of her profession: undertake this,
And I am there at night; if not, I leave ye.
_Mar._ I will not loose this offer, though it fall out
Clean cross to that we cast, I'll undertake it,
I will, my Lord; she shall be there.
_Lav._ By ----?
_Mar._ By ---- she shall.
_Lav._ Let it be something late then.
For being seen, now force or favour wins her.
My spirits are grown dull, strong wine, and store,
Shall set 'em up again, and make me fit
To draw home at the enterprize I aim at. [_Exit._
_Ma._ Go thy wa[ies] false Lord, if thou hold'st, thou pay'st
The price of all thy lusts. Thou shalt be there
Thou modest Maid, if I have any working,
And yet thy honor safe; for which this thief
I know has set this meeting: but I'll watch him.
_Enter_ Per[o]lot.
_Per. Maria._
_Mar._ Are mine eyes mine own? or bless me,
Am I deluded with a flying shadow?
_Per._ Why do you start so from me?
_Mar._ It speaks sensibly,
And shews a living body: yet I am fearful.
_Per._ Give me your hand, good _Maria_.
_Mar._ He feels warm too.
_Per._ And next your [l]ips.
_Mar._ He kisses perfectly.
Nay, and the Devil be n[o] worse: you are _Perolot_.
_Per._ I was, and sure I should be: Can a small distance,
And ten short moneths take from your memory
The figure of your friend, that you stand wondring?
Be not amaz'd, I am the self-same _Per[o]lot_,
Living, and well; Son to _Gentille_, and Brother
To virtuous _Casta_; to your beauteous Mistriss,
The long since poor betroth'd, and still vow'd servant.
_Mar._ Nay, sure he lives. My Lord _Lavall_, your Master,
Brought news long since to your much mourning Mistriss,
Ye dy'd at _Orleance_; bound her with an oath too,
To keep it secret from your aged Father,
Lest it should rack his heart.
_Per._ A pretty secret
To try my Mistriss Love, and make my welcome
From travel of more worth; from whence, Heaven be thanked,
My business for the Duke dispatch'd to th' purpose,
And all my money spent, I am come home, wench.
How does my Mistriss? for I have not yet seen
Any, nor will I, till I do her service.
_Mar._ But did the Lord _Laval_ know of your love, Sir, before he
went?
_Per._ Yes, by much more force he got it,
But none else knew; upon his promise too
And honor to conceal it faithfully
Till my return; to further which, he told me,
My business being ended, from the Duke
He would procure a pension for my service,
Able to make my Mistriss a fit Husband.
_Mar._ But are you sure of this?
_Per._ Sure as my sight, wench.
_Mar._ Then is your Lord a base dissembling villain,
A Devil Lord, the damn'd Lord of all lewdness,
And has betraid ye, and undone my Mistriss,
My poor sweet Mistriss: oh that leacher Lord,
Who, poor soul, since was married.
_Per._ To whom, _Maria_?
_Mar._ To that unlucky Lord, a ---- upon him;
Whose hot horse-appetite being allaid once
With her chaste joyes, married again, scarce cool'd,
The Torches yet not out the yellow _Hymen_
Lighted about the bed, the Songs yet sounding,
_Marine_'s young noble Daughter _Helena_,
Whose mischief stands at door next. Oh that recreant!
_Per._ Oh villain! Oh most unmanly falshood!
Nay then I see, my Letters were betraid too.
Oh, I am full of this, great with his mischiefs,
Loaden and burst: Come, lead me to my Lady.
_Mar._ I cannot, Sir, _Lavall_ keeps her conceal'd,
Besides, her griefs are such, she will see no man.
_Per._ I must, and will go to her: I will see her:
There be my friend, or this shall be thy furthest.
_Mar._ Hold, and I'll help thee: but first ye shall swear to me,
As you are true and gentle, as ye hate
This beastly and base Lord, where I shall place ye,
(Which shall be within sight) till I discharge ye,
What-e'er you see or hear, to make no motion.
_Per._ I do by ----
_Mar._ Stay here about the house then,
Till it be later; yet the time's not perfect:
There at the back door I'll attend you truly.
_Per._ Oh monstrous, monstrous beastly villain. [_Exit._
_Mar._ How cross this falls, and from all expectation!
And what the end shall be, Heaven only yet knows:
Only I wish, and hope. But I forget still,
_Casta_ must be the bait, or all miscarries. [_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Gentille _with a Torch_, Shalloon _above_.
_Gent._ Holla, _Shaloon_.
_Shal._ Who's there?
_Gent._ A word from the Duke, Sir.
_Shal._ Your pleasure.
_Gent._ Tell your Lord he must to Court strait.
_Shal._ He is ill at ease: and prays he may be pardon'd
The occasions of this night.
_Gent._ Belike he is drunk then:
He must away; the Duke and his fair Lady,
The beauteous _Helena_, are now at _Cent_.
Of whom she has such fortune in her carding,
The Duke has lost a thousand Crowns, and swears,
He will not go to bed, till by _Lavall_
The Tide of loss be turn'd again. Awake him,
For 'tis the pleasure of the Duke he must rise.
_Sha._ Having so strict command (Sir) to the contrary,
I dare not do it: I beseech your pardon.
_Gent._ Are you sure he is there?
_Sha._ Yes.
_Gen._ And asleep?
_Sha._ I think so.
_Gen._ And are you sure you will not tell him, _Shalon_?
_Sha._ Yes, very sure.
_Gen._ Then I am sure, I will.
Open, or I must force.
_Sha._ Pray ye stay, he is not,
Nor will not be this night. You may excuse it.
_Gent._ I knew he was gone about some womans labour.
As good a neighbor, though I say it, and as comfortable:
Many such more we need _Shaloon_. Alas, poor Lady,
Thou art like to lie cross-legg'd to night. Good Monsieur,
I will excuse your Master for this once, Sir,
Because sometimes I have lov'd a wench my self too.
_Sha._ 'Tis a good hearing, Sir.
_Gent._ But for your lye, _Shaloon_,
If I had you here, it should be no good hearing.
For your pate I would pummel.
_Sha._ A fair good night, Sir.
_Gent._ Good night, thou noble Knight, Sir _Pandarus_.
My heart is cold o'th' suddain, and a strange dulness
Possesses all my body: thy Will be done Heaven. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Gabriella _and_ Casta: _and_ Maria _with a Taper_.
_Casta._ 'Faith Friend, I was even going to my bed,
When your Maid told me of your sudden sickness:
But from my grave (so truly I love you)
I think your name would raise me: ye look ill
Since last I saw ye, much decay'd in colour:
Yet I thank Heaven, I find no such great danger
As your Maid frighted me withal: take courage
And give your sickness course: some grief you have got
That feeds within upon your tender spirits,
And wanting open way to vent it self,
Murders your mind, and choaks up all your sweetness.
_Gab._ It was my Maids fault; worthy friend, to trouble ye,
So late, upon so light a cause: yet since I have ye
Oh my dear _Casta_.
_Casta._ Out with it, God's name.
_Gab._ The Closset of my heart, I will lock here, wench,
[Laval _knocks within_.
And things shall make ye tremble. Who's that knocks there?
_Mar._ 'Tis _Lavall_.
_Gab._ Sit you still. Let him in.
I am resolv'd, and all you wronged women,
You noble spirits, that as I have suffer'd
Under this glorious beast-insulting man,
Lend me your causes, then your cruelties,
For I must put on madness above women.
_Cast._ Why do you look so ghastly?
_Gab._ Peace; no harm, Deer.
_Enter_ Lavall.
_Lav._ There, take my cloak and sword: Where is this Banquet?
_Mar._ In the next room.
_Casta._ How came he here? Heaven bless me.
_Lav._ Give me some Wine wench; fill it full, and sprightly.
_Gab._ Sit still, and be not fearful.
_Lav._ Till my veins swell,
And my strong sinews stretch like that brave _Centaur_,
That at the Table snatch'd the Bride away
In spight of _Hercules_.
_Casta._ I am betraid.
_Lav._ Nay, start not Lady; 'tis for you that I come,
And for your beauty: 'tis for you, _Lavall_
Honors this night; to you, the sacred shrine
I humbly bow, offering my vows and prayers;
To you I live.
_Gab._ In with the powder quickly:
So, that and the Wine will rock ye.
[_Lav._ Here, to the health]
Of the most beauteous and divine, fair _Casta_,
The star of sweetness.
_Gab._ Fear him not, I'll die first.
And who shall pledge ye?
_Lav._ Thou shalt, thou tann'd Gipsey:
And worship to that brightness give, cold _Tartar_.
By ---- ye shall not stir; ye are my Mistris,
The glory of my love, the great adventure,
The Mistris of my heart, and she my whore.
_Gab._ Thou ly'st, base, beastly Lord; drunker then anger,
Thou sowsed Lord, got by a surfeit, thou lyest basely.
Nay, stir not: I dare tell thee so. Sit you still.
If I be whore, it is in marrying thee,
That art so absolute and full a villain,
No Sacrament can save that piece tied to thee.
How often hast thou woo'd in those flatteries,
Almost those very words, my constancie?
What goddess have I not been, or what goodness
What star that is of any name in Heaven,
Or brightness? which of all the virtues
(But drunkenness, and drabbing, thy two morals)
Have not I reach'd to? what Spring was ever sweeter?
What _Scythian_ snow so white? what crystal chaster?
Is not thy new wife now the same too? Hang thee,
Base Bigamist, thou honor of ill women.
_Casta._ How's this? O! Heaven defend me.
_Gab._ Thou salt-itch,
For whom no cure but ever burning brimstone
Can be imagin'd.
_Lav._ Ha, ha, ha.
_Gab._ Dost thou laugh, thou breaker
Of all law, all religion, of all faith
Thou Soule contemner?
_Lav._ Peace, thou paltry woman:
And sit by me, Sweet.
_Gab._ By the Devil?
_Lav._ Come,
And lull me with delights.
_Gab._ It works amain now.
_Lav._ Give me such kisses as the Queen of shadows
Gave to the sleeping boy she stole on _Latmus_;
Look round about in snakie wreathes close folded,
Those rosie arms about my neck, O! _Venus_.
_Gab._ Fear not, I say.
_Lav._ Thou admirable sweetness,
Distill thy blessings like those silver drops,
That falling on fair grounds, rise all in roses:
Shoot me a thousand darts from those fair eyes,
And through my heart transfix 'em all, I'll stand 'em.
Send me a thousand smiles, and presently
I'll catch 'em in mine eyes, and by Love's power
Turn 'em to _Cupids_ all, and fling 'em on thee,
How high she looks, and heavenly! More wine for me.
_Ga._ Give him more wine, and good friend be not fearful.
_Lav._ Here on my knee, thou Goddess of delights,
This lustie grape I offer to thy Beauties;
See how it leaps to view that perfect redness
That dwels upon thy lips: now, how it blushes
To be outblush'd. Oh! let me feed my fancie,
And as I hold the purple god in one hand
Dancing about the bri[m] and proudly swelling,
Deck'd in the pride of nature young, and blowing;
So let me take fair _Semele_ in the other,
And sing the loves of gods, then drink, their Nectar's
Not yet desir'd.
_Casta._ Oh!
_Lav._ Then like lustie _Tarquin_
Turn'd into flames with _Lucrece_ coy denyals,
His blood and spirit equally ambitious,
I force thee for my own.
_Casta._ O help me Justice:
Help me, my Chastitie.
_Lav._ Now I am bravely quarried. [_Perolot above._
_Per._ 'Tis my Sister.
_Gab._ No, bawdy slave, no Treacher, she is not carried.
_Per._ She's loose again, and gone. I'll keep my place still.
_Mar._ Now it works bravely: stand, he cannot hurt ye.
_Lav._ O my sweet Love, my life. [_He falls downe, and sleeps._
_Mar._ He sinks.
_Lav._ My blessing.
_Mar._ So, now he is safe a while.
_Gab._ Lock all the doors, wench,
Then for my wrongs.
_Per._ Now I'll appear to know all.
_Gab._ Be quick, quick, good _Marie_, sure and sudden.
_Per._ Stay, I must in first.
_Gab._ O' my conscience!
It is young _Perol[o]t_: Oh my stung conscience!
It is my first and noblest Love.
_Mar._ Leave wondring,
And recollect your self: the man is living,
Equally wrong'd as you, and by that Devil.
_Per._ 'Tis most true, Lady: your unhappy fortune
I grieve for as mine own, your fault forgive too,
If it be one. This is no time for kisses:
I have heard all, and known all, which mine ears
Are crack'd apieces with, and my heart perish'd.
I saw him in your chamber, saw his fury.
And am afire till I have found his heart out.
What do you mean to do? for I'll make one.
_Gab._ To make his death more horrid (for he shall dye).
_Per._ He m[u]st, he must.
_Gab._ We'll watch him till he wakes,
Then bind him, and then torture him.
_Per._ 'Tis nothing.
No, take him dead drunk now without repentance,
His leachery inseam'd upon him.
_Gab._ Excellent.
_Per._ I'll do it my self; and when 'tis done, provide ye,
For we'll away for _Italy_ this night.
_Gab._ We'll follow thorow all hazards.
_Per._ Oh false Lord,
Unmanly, mischievous; how I could curse thee;
But that but blasts thy fame; have at thy heart, fool:
Loop-holes I'll make enough to let thy life out.
_Lav._ Oh! does the devil ride me?
_Per._ Nay then.
_Lav._ Murder.
Nay, then take my share too.
_Per._ Help; oh! he has slain me.
Bloudy intentions must have bloud.
_Lav._ Hah?
_Per._ Heaven.
_Gab._ He sinks, he sinks, for ever sinks: oh fortune!
Oh sorrow! how like seas thou flowest upon me!
Here will I dwell for ever. Weep _Maria_,
Weep this young man's misfortune: oh thou truest!
_Enter Spirit._
_Lav._ What have I done?
_Spir._ That that has mark'd thy soul man.
_Lav._ And art thou come again thou dismal spirit?
_Spir._ Yes, to devour thy last.
_Lav._ Mercy upon thee.
_Spir._ Thy hour is come: succession, honor, pleasure,
And all the lustre thou so long hast look'd for
Must here have end: Summon thy sins before thee.
_Lav._ Oh my affrighted soul!
_Spir._ There lies a black one;
Thy own best servant by thy own hand slain,
Thy drunkenness procur'd it: There's another:
Think of fair _Gabriella_, there she weeps;
And such tears are not lost.
_Lav._ Oh miserable!
_Spir._ Thy foul intention to the virtuous _Casta_.
_Lav._ No more, no more, thou wild-fire.
_Spir._ Last, thy last wife,
Think on the wrong she suffers.
_Lav._ O my miserie.
Oh! whither shall I flie?
_Spir._ Thou hast no faith, fool.
Heark to thy knell. [_Sings, and vanishes._
_Lav._ Millions of sins muster about mine eyes now:
Murders, ambitions, lust, false faiths; O horror,
In what a stormie form of death thou rid'st now!
Me thinks I see all tortures, fires, and frosts,
Deep sinking caves, where nothing but despair dwels,
The balefull birds of night hovering about 'em;
A grave, me thinks, now opens, and a herse
Hung with my Arms tumbles into it: oh!
Oh! my afflicted soul: I cannot pray;
And the least child that has but goodness in him
May strike my head off; so stupid are my powers:
I'll lift mine eyes up though.
_Mar._ Cease these laments,
They are too poor for venge[a]nce: _Lavall_ lives yet.
_Gab._ Then thus I drie all sorrows from these eyes,
Fury and rage possess 'em now: damn'd divell.
_Lav._ Hah?
_Gab._ This for young _Perolot_.
_Lav._ O mercy, mercy.
_Gab._ This for my wrongs.
_Lav._ But one short hour to cure me. [_Knock within._
Oh be not cruell: Oh! oh.
_Mar._ Heark, they knock.
Make hast for Heavens sake, Mistris.
_Gab._ This for _Casta_.
_Lav._ Oh, O, O, O! [_He dies._
_Mar._ He's dead: come quickly, let's away with him,
'T will be too late else.
_Gab._ Help, help up to th' chamber! [_Exeunt with Lavalls body._
_Enter Duke, Hellena, Gentile, Casta, and attendants,_
_with lights._
_Duke._ What frights are these?
_Gent._ I [a]m sure here 's one past frighting.
Bring the lights neerer: I have enough alreadie.
Out, out, mine eyes. Look, _Casta_.
_Lord._ 'T is young _Perolot_.
_Duke._ When came he over? Hold the Gentlewoman, she sinks; and
bear her off.
_Cast._ O my dear brother! [_Exit._
_Gent._ There is a time for all; for me, I hope, too,
And very shortly. Murdred?
[_Gabriella, Maria, with Lavalls body, above._
_Duke._ Who's above there?
_Gab._ Look up, and see.
_Duke._ What may this mean?
_Gab._ Behold it;
Behold the drunken murderer
Of that young Gentleman; behold the rankest,
The vilest, basest slave that ever flourish'd.
_Duke._ Who kill'd him?
_Gab._ I; and there 's the cause I did it:
Read, if your eyes will give you leave.
_Hell._ Oh! monstrous.
_Gab._ Nay, out it shall: there, take this false heart to ye;
The base dishonor of a thousand women:
Keep it in gold, Duke, 'tis a precious jewel.
Now to my self; for I have liv'd a fair age,
Longer by some moneths then I had a mind to.
_Duke._ Hold.
_Gab._ Here, young _Perolot_; my first contracted
True love shall never go alone.
_Duke._ Hold, _Gabriella_.
I do forgive all.
_Gab._ I shall die the better,
Thus let me seek my grave, and my shames with me.
_Mar._ Nor shalt thou go alone my noble Mistris:
Why should I live, and thou dead?
_Lord._ Save the wench there.
_Mar._ She is, I hope; and all my sins here written.
_Duke._ This was a fatal night.
_Gent._ Heaven has his working,
Which we cannot contend against.
_Duke._ Alas!
_Gent._ Your Grace has your alas too.
_Duke._ Would 't were equal;
For thou hast lost an honest noble childe.
_Gent._ 'T is heir enough has lost a good remembrance.
_Duke._ See all their bodies buried decently,
Though some deserv'd it not. How do you, Lady?
_Hell._ Even with your Graces leave, ripe for a Monasterie;
There will I wed my life to tears and prayers,
And never know what man is more.
_Duke._ Your pleasure;
How does the maid within?
_Lord._ She is gone before, Sir,
The same course that my Lady takes.
_Gent._ And my course shall be my Beads at home; so
Please your Grace to give me leave to leave the Court.
_Duke._ In peace, Sir,
And take my love along.
_Gent._ I shall pray for ye.
_Duke._ Now to our selves retire we, and begin
By this example to correct each sin. [_Exeunt._
[_Flourish._
_King. Em._ By this we plainly view the two imposthumes
That choke a kingdoms welfare; Ease, and Wantonness;
In both of which _Lavall_ was capital:
For first, Ease stole away his minde from honor,
That active noble thoughts had kept still working,
And then deliver'd him to drink and women,
Lust and outragious riot; and what their ends are,
How infamous and foul, we see example.
Therefore, that great man that will keep his name,
And gain his merit out of Virtues schools,
Must make the pleasures of the world his fools. [_Flourish._
_The_ TRIUMPH.
_Enter Musicians: next them_, Perolot _with the wound he died_
_with. Then_ Gabriella _and_ Maria, _with their wounds: after
them, four Furies with Bannerets in[s]crib'd_ Revenge, Murder,
Lust _and_ Drunkenness, _singing. Next them_, Lavall _wounded.
Then [a] Chariot with Death drawn by the Destinies_. [_Flourish._
_Enter_ PROLOGUE.
_From this sad sight ascend your noble eye,_
_And see old_ Time _helping triumphantly,_
_Helping his Master_ Man: _view here his vanities_
_And see his false friends like those glutted flyes,_
_That when they've suckt their fill, fall off, and fade_
_From all remembrance of him, like a shade._
_And last, view who relieves him; and that gone,_
_We hope your favour, and our Play is done_. [Flourish.
_Enter Anthropos, Desire, and Vain Delight; Bounty._
_Ant._ What hast thou done, _Desire_, and how imploy'd
The charge I gave thee, about levying wealth
For our supplies?
_Desire._ I have done all, yet nothing:
Tri'd all, and all my ways, yet all miscarried;
There dwells a sordid dulness in their mindes
Thou son of earth, colder then that thou art made of,
I came to _Craft_, found all his hooks about him,
And all his nets baited and set; his slie self
And greedie _Lucre_ at a serious conference
Which way to tie the world within their statutes:
Business of all sides and of all sorts swarming
Like Bees broke loose in summer: [I] declared
Your will and want together, both inforcing
With all the power and pains I had, to reach him;
Yet all fell short.
_Anth._ His answer.
_Desire._ This he gave me.
Your wants are never ending; and those supplies
That came to stop those breaches, are ever lavisht
Before they reach the main, in toys and trifles,
Gew-gaws, and gilded puppets: _Vain delight_
He says has ruin'd ye, with clappi[n]g all
That comes in for support, on clothes, and Coaches,
Perfumes, and powder'd pates; and that your Mistris,
The Lady _Pleasure_, like a sea devours
At length both you and him too. If you have houses,
Or land, or jewels, for good pawn, he'll hear you,
And will be readie to supplie occasions;
If not, he locks his ears up, and grows stupid.
From him, I went to _Vanity_, whom I found
Attended by [a]n endless troop of Tailors,
Mercers, Embroiderers, Feather-makers, Fumers,
All occupations opening like a Mart,
That serve to rig the body out with braverie;
And th'row the roome new fashions flew like flyes,
In thousand gaudie shapes; _Pride_ waiting on her,
And busily surveying all the breaches
Time and delaying Nature had wrought in her,
Which still with art she piec'd again, and strengthened:
I told your wants; she shew'd me gowns and head-tires,
Imbroider'd wastcoats, smocks seam'd thorow with cut-works,
Scarfs, mantles, petticoats, muffs, powders, paintings,
Dogs, monkeys, parrots, which all seemed to shew me
The way her money went. From her to _Pleasure_
I took my journey.
_Anth._ And what says our best Mistris?
_Desire._ She danc'd me out this answer presently:
Revels and Masques had drawn her drie alreadie.
I met old _Time_ too, mowing mankind down,
Who says you are too hot, and he must purge ye.
_Anth._ A cold _quietus_. Miserable creatures,
Born to support and beautifie your master,
The godlike man, set here to do me service,
The children of my will; why, or how dare ye,
Created to my use alone, disgrace me?
Beasts have more court[e]sie; they live about me,
Offering their warm wooll to the shearers hand,
To clothe me with their bodies to my labours;
Nay, even their lives they daily sacrifice,
And proudly press with garlands to the altars,
To fill the gods oblations. Birds bow to me,
Striking their downie sails to do me service,
Their sweet airs ever ecchoing to mine honor,
And to my rest their plumie softs they send me.
Fishes, and plants, and all where life inhabits,
But mine own cursed kind, obey their ruler;
Mine have forgot me, miserable mine,
Into whose stonie hearts, neglect of dutie,
Squint-ey'd deceit, and self-love, are crept closely:
None feel my wants, not one mend with me.
_Desire._ None, Sir?
_Ant._ Thou hast forgot (_Desire_) thy best friend, _Flatterie_;
He cannot fail me.
_Delight._ Fail? he will sell himself,
And all within his power, close to his skin first.
_Desire._ I thought so too, and made him my first venture
But found him in a young Lords ear so busie,
So like a smiling showr pouring his soul
In at his portals, his face in a thousand figures
Catching the vain mind of the men: I pull'd him,
But still he hung like birdlime; spoke unto him,
His answer still was, By the Lord, sweet Lord,
And By my soul, thou master-piece of honor;
Nothing could stave him off: he has heard your flood's gone;
And on decaying things he seldom smiles, Sir.
_Anth._ Then here I break up state, and free my followers,
Putting my fortune now to _Time_, and _Justice_:
Go seek new masters now; for _Anthropos_
Neglected by his friends, must seek new fortunes.
_Desire_, to _Avarice_ I here commend thee,
Where thou may'st live at full bent of thy wishes:
And _Vain Delight_, thou feeder of my follies
With light fantastickness, be thou in favour.
To leave thee, _Bountie_, my most worthie servant,
Troubles me more then m[ine] own misery;
But we must part: go plant thy self, my best friend,
In honorable hearts that truely know thee,
And there live ever like thy self, a virtue:
But leave this place, and seek the Countrey,
For Law, and lust, like fire lick all up here.
Now none but _Poverty_ must follow me,
Despis'd patch'd _Poverty_; and we two married,
Will seek _Simplicity_, _Content_ and _Peace_ out.
_Enter Poverty._
And live with them in exile. How uncall'd on
My true friend comes!
_Poverty._ Here, hold thee, _Anthropos_,
Thou art almost arm'd at rest; put this on,
A penitential robe, to purge thy pleasures:
Off with that vanitie.
_Anth._ Here, _Vain Delight_,
And with this all my part, to thee again
Of thee I freely render.
_Pov._ Take this staff now,
And be more constant to your steps hereafter:
The staff is _Staidness of affections_.
Away you painted flyes, that with mans summet
Take life and heat buzzing about his blossoms;
When growing full, ye turn to Caterpillers,
Gnawing the root that gave you life. Fly shadows.