PROLOGUE.

_This Comedy long forgot, by some thought dead,

By us preserv'd, once more doth raise her head.

And to your noble censures does present,

Her outward form, and inward ornament.

Nor let this smell of arrogance, since 'tis known,

The makers that confest it for their own

Were this way skilful, and without the crime

Of flatteries I may say did please the time;

The work it self too, when it first came forth,

In the opinion of men of worth,

Was well receiv'd and favour'd, though some rude

And harsh among th' ignorant multitude,

(That relish gross food, better than a dish,

That's cook'd with care, and serv'd into the wish,

Of curious pallats) wanting wit and strength,

Truly to judge, condemn'd it for the length,

That fault's reform'd, and now 'tis to be try'd

Before such Judges 'twill not be deny'd

A free and noble hearing: nor fear I,

But 'twill deserve to have free liberty,

And give you cause (and with content) to say,

Their care was good, that did revive this Play._

_Actus Primus. Scaena Prima._

_Enter_ Richardo _and_ Viola.

_Rich._ Let us make use of this stolen privacy,

And not loose time in protestation, Mistriss,

For 'twere in me a kind of breach of faith,

To say again I love you.

_Vio._ Sweet, speak softly

For though the venture of your love to me,

Meets with a willing, and a full return:

Should it arrive unto my Fathers knowledge;

This were our last discourse.

_Rich._ How shall he know it?

_Vio._ His watching cares are such, for my advancement,

That every where his eye is fix'd upon me:

This night that does afford us some small freedom,

At the request and much intreaty of

The Mistriss of the House, was hardly given me:

For I am never suffer'd to stir out,

But he hath spies upon me: yet I know not

You have so won upon me, that could I think

You would love faithfully (though to entertain

Another thought of you, would be my death)

I should adventure on his utmost anger.

_Rich._ Why do you think I can be false?

_Vio._ No faith,

You [h]ave an honest face, but if you should--

_Rich._ Let all the stor'd vengeance of heaven's justice--

_Vio._ No more, I do believe you, the dance ended,

Which this free womans ghests have vow'd to have

E'r they depart, I will make home, and store me

With all the Jewels, Chains, and Gold are trusted

Unto my custody, and at the next corner,

To my Fathers house, before one at the farthest,

Be ready to receive me.

_Rich._ I desire

No bond beyond your promise, let's go in,

To talk thus much, before the door, may breed

Suspition.

_Enter_ Mercury _and_ Antonio _talking_.

_Vio._ Here are company too.

_Rich._ Away,

Those powers that prosper true and honest loves

Will bless our undertakings.

_Vio._ 'Tis my wish, Sir. [_Exit_ Rich. _and_ Vio.

_Mer._ Nay, Sir, excuse me, I have drawn you to

Too much expence already in my travel:

And you have been too forward in your love;

To make my wants your own, allow me manners

Which you must grant I want, should I increase,

The bond in which your courtesies have ti'd me:

By still consuming you, give me leave

To take mine own ways now, and I shall often,

With willingness, come to visit you, and then thank you.

_Ant._ By this hand I could be angry, what do you think me?

Must we that have so long time been as one

Seen Cities, Countreys, Kingdoms, and their wonders;

Been bedfellows, and in our various journey

Mixt all our observations, part (as if

We were two Carriers at two several ways,

And as the fore-horse guides, cry God be with you)

Without or compliment, or ceremony?

In Travellers, that know transalpine garbs,

Though our designs are nee'r so serious, friend,

It were a capital crime, it must not be:

Nay, what is more, you shall not; you e'r long,

Shall see my house, and find what I call mine

Is wholly at your service.

_Mer._ 'Tis this tires me,

Sir, I were easily woo'd, if nothing else

But my Will lay in the choice: but 'tis not so,

My friends and kindred that have part of me,

And such on whom my chiefest hopes depend,

Justly expect the tender of my love

After my travel: then mine own honesty

Tells me 'tis poor, having indifferent means

To keep me in my quality and rank,

At my return, to tire anothers bounty,

And let mine own grow lusty, pardon me.

_Ant._ I will not, cannot, to conclude, I dare not:

Can any thing conferr'd upon my friend

Be burthensome to me? for this excuse

Had I no reason else, you should not leave me,

By a travellers faith you should not, I have said,

And then you know my humor, there's no contending.

_Mer._ Is there no way to 'scape this Inundation?

I shall be drown'd with folly if I go:

And after nine days, men may take me up,

With my gall broken.

_Ant._ Are you yet resolv'd?

_Mer._ Wou'd you would spare me.

_Ant._ By this light I cannot

By all that may be sworn by.

_Mer._ Patience help me,

And heaven grant his folly be not catching:

If it be, the Town's undone, I now would give

A reasonable sum of gold to any Sheriff,

That would but lay an execution on me,

And free me from his company; while he was abroad,

His want of wit and language kept him dumb?

But _Balaam's_ Asse will speak now, without spurring.

_Ant._ Speak, have I won you?--

_Enter Servant and Musician._

_Mer._ You are not to be resisted.

_Ser._ Be ready I intreat you, the dance done,

Besides a liberal reward I have,

A bottle of Sherry in my power shall beget

New crotchets in your heads.

_Musi._ Tush, fear not us, we'll do our parts.

_Serv._ Go in.

_Ant._ I know this fellow.

Belong you to the house?

_Serv._ I serve the Mistriss.

_Ant._ Pretty, and short, pray you Sir then inform her,

Two Gentlemen are covetous to be honor'd,

With her fair presence.

_Serv._ She shall know so much,

This is a merry night with us, and forbid not

Welcome to any that looks like a man:

I'll guide you the way.

_Ant._ Nay, follow, I have a trick in't. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Uberto, Silvio, Richardo, Maria, Pedro, Portia, Viola,

_with others_.

_Uber._ Come, where's this Masque? fairest, for our chear,

Our thanks and service, may you long survive,

To joy in many of these nights.

_Mar._ I thank you.

_Uber._ We must have Musick too, or else you give us,

But half a welcome.

_Mar._ Pray you Sir, excuse me.

_Silv._ By no means, Lady.

_Uber._ We'll crown our liberal feast,

With some delightful strain fitting your love:

And this good company.

_Mar._ Since you enforce it,

I will not plead the excuse of want of skill

Or be, or nice, or curious, every year

I celebrate my marriage night; and will

Till I see my absent Husband.

_Uber._ 'Tis fit freedom.

_Silv._ _Richardo_ thou art dull--

_Enter Servant._

_Rich._ I shall be lighter,

When I have had a heat.

_Mar._ Now Sir, the news?

_Serv._ Mistriss, there are two Gentlemen.

_Mar._ Where?

_Serv._ Complimenting who should first enter.

_Mar._ What are they?

_Serv._ Heaven knows, but for their strangeness, have you never seen

a Cat wash her face?

_Uber._ Yes.

_Serv._ Just such a stir they keep, if you make but haste,

You may see 'em yet before they enter.

_Enter_ Antonia _and_ Mercurie.

_Mer._ Let 'em be what they [will,] we'll [give] them fair

Entertain, and gentle welcome.

_Ant._ It shall be so.

_Mer._ Then let it be your pleasure.

_Ant._ Lets stand aside, and you shall see us have

Fine sport anon.

_Mer._ A fair society, do you know these Gentlewomen?

_Ant._ Yes.

_Mer._ What are they?

_Ant._ The second is a neighbors Daughter, her name is _Viola_.

There is my kinsmans wife, _Portia_ her name, and a

Friend too.

_Mer._ Let her--what's she that leads the dance?

_1 Serv._ A Gentlewoman.

_Mer._ I see that.

_1 Serv._ Indeed?

_Mer._ What?

_1 Serv._ A Gentlewoman.

_Mer._ Udsfoot, good Sir, what's she that leads the dance?

_2 Serv._ My Mistriss.

_Mer._ What else?

_2 Serv._ My Mistriss, Sir.

_Mer._ Your Mistriss? a pox on you,

What a fry of fools are here? I see 'tis treason to understand in

this house: if nature were not better to them, than they can be to

themselves, they would scant hit their mouths; my Mistriss? is there

any one with so much wit in's head, that can tell me at the first

fight, what Gentlewoman that is that leads the dance?

[_Ant._] 'Tis my wife.

_Mer._ Hum.

_Ant._ How dost thou like her?

_Mer._ Well, a pretty Gentlewoman.

_Ant._ Prethee be quiet.

_Mer._ I would I could

Let never any hereafter that's a man,

That has affections in him, and free passions,

Receive the least tye from such a fool as this is,

That holds so sweet a wife, 'tis lamentable to consider truly

What right he robs himself of, and what wrong

He doth the youth of such a Gentlewoman,

That knows her beauty, is no longer hers,

Than men will please to make it so, and use it

Neither of which lies freely in a Husband,

Oh what have I done, what have I done, Coxcomb?

If I had never seen, or never tasted

The goodness of this kix, I had been a made man,

But now to make a Cuckold is a sin

Against all forgiveness, worse than a murther;

I have a Wolf by the ears, and am bitten both ways.

_Ant._ How now friend, what are you thinking of?

_Mer._ Nothing concerning you, I must be gone.

_Ant._ Pardon me, I'll have no going, Sir.

_Mer._ Then good Sir, give me leave to go to bed,

I am very weary, and ill-temper'd.

_Ant._ You shall presently, the dance is done.

_1 Serv._ Mistriss, these are the Gentlemen.

_Mar._ My Husband's welcome home, dear Sir.

_Mer._ She's fair still, oh that I were a knave, or durst be one,

For thy sake coxcomb; he that invented honesty, undid me.

_Ant._ I thought you had not known me, y'are merry 'tis well; thought,

And how ist with these worthy Gentlemen?

_Ub & Sil._ We are glad to see you here again.

_Ant._ Oh Gent, what ha' you lost? but get you into travels,

There you may learn, I cannot say what hidden virtues.

_Mer._ Hidden from you I am sure,

My blood boils like a furnace,

She's a fare one.

_Ant._ Pray entertain this Gent. with all the courtesie,

Fitting my most especial friend.

_Mar._ What this poor house may yield,

To make you welcome, dear Sir, command

Without more compliment.

_Mer._ I thank you:

She's wise, and speaks well too, oh what a blessing

Is gone by me, ne'er to be recovered!

Well, 'twas an old shame the Devil laid up for me, and now has hit me

home; if there be any ways to be dishonest, and save myself yet,----

No, it must not be, why should I be a fool too----Yet those eyes would

tempt another _Adam_, how they call to me, and tell me----S'foot, they

shall not tell me any thing, Sir, will you walk in?

_Ant._ How is't, Signior?

_Mer._ Crazie a little.

_Mar._ What ail you, Sir?

What's in my power, pray make use of, Sir.

_Mer._ 'Tis that must do me good, she does not mock me sure?

And't please you nothing, my disease is only weariness.

_Ub._ Come Gentlemen, we'll not keep you from your beds too long.

_Rich._ I ha' some business, and 'tis late, and you far from your

lodging.

_Sil._ Well. [_Exit manent_, Ant. Mar. _and_ Mer.

_Ant._ Come my dear _Mercury_, I'll bring you to your chamber, and

then I am for you _Maria_, thou art a new wife to me now, and thou

shalt find it e'r I sleep.

_Mer._ And I, an old ass to my self, mine own rod whips me,--good Sir,

no more of this, 'tis tedious, you are the best guide in your own

house--go Sir-- [_Exit_ Ant. _and_ Mer.

This fool and his fair Wife have made me frantick

From two such Physicks for the soul, deliver me. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Richardo, Uberto, Pedro, _and_ Silvio.

_Ub._ Well you must have this wench then.

_Ric._ I hope so, I am much o'th' bow-hand else.

_Ped._ Wou'd I were hang'd, 'tis a good loving little fool, that dares

venture her self upon a coast she never knew yet, but these women,

when they are once thirteen, god speed the plough.

_Sil._ Faith they'll venture further for their lading, than a

Merchant, and through as many storms, but they'll be fraughted, they

are mad[e] like _Carrecks_, only strength and storage.

_Ric._ Come, come, you talk, you talk.

_Sil._ We do so, but tell me _Richardo_, wot thou marry her?

_Ric._ Marry her? why, what should I do with her?

_Ped._ Pox, I thought we should have [had] all shares in her, like

lawful prize.

_Ric._ No by my faith, Sir, you shall pardon me, I lanch'd her at my

own charge, without partners and so I'll keep her.

_Ub._ What's the hour?

_Rich._ Twelve.

_Ub._ What shall we do the while? 'tis yet scarce eleven.

_Sil._ There's no standing here, is not this the place?

_Ric._ Yes.

_Ped._ And to go back unto her fathers house, may breed suspition,

Let's slip into a Tavern, for an hour, 'tis very cold.

_Ub._ Content, there is one hard by, a quart of burnt sack will

recover us, I am as cold as Christmas, this stealing flesh in the

frosty weather, may be sweet i'th' eating, but sure the Woodmen have

no great catch on't; Shall's go?

_Rich._ Thou art the strangest lover of a Tavern, What shall we do

there now? lose the hour and our selves too.

_Ub._ Lose a pudding; What do'st thou talk of the hour; Will one quart

muzle us? have we not ears to hear, and tongues to ask the Drawers,

but we must stand here like bawds to watch the minutes?

_Sil._ Prethee content thy self, we shall scout here, as though we

went a haying, and have some mangey prentice, that cannot sleep for

scratching, over-hear us; Come, Will you go Sirs? when your love fury

is a little frozen, you'll come to us.

_Ric._ Will you drink but one quart then?

_Ped._ No more i'faith.

_Sil._ Content.

_Ric._ Why then, have with you, but lets be very watchful.

_Ub._ As watchful as the Belman, come, I'll lead, because I hate good

manners, they are too tedious. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Viola _with a Key, and a little Casket_.

The night is terrible, and I enclos'd

With that my vertue and my self hate most,

Darkness; yet must I fear that which I wish,

Some company, and every step I take

Sounds louder in my fearful ears to night

Than ever did, the shrill and sacred bell

That rang me to my prayers; the house will rise

When I unlock the dore, were it by day

I am bold enough, but then a thousand eyes

Warne me from going, might not [God] have made

A time for envious prying folk to sleep,

Whilst lovers met, and yet the Sun have shone?

Yet I was bold enough, to steal this key

Out of my fathers Chamber, and dare yet

Venture upon mine enemy, the night,

Arm'd only with my love, to meet my friend

Alas how valiant, and how fraid at once

Love makes a Virgin! I will throw this key

Back through a window, I had wealth enough

In Jewels with me, if I hold his love

I steal e'm for; farewell my place of birth,

I never make account to look on thee again;

And if there be, as I have heard men say,

These houshold gods, I do beseech them look

To this my charge, bless it from theeves and fire,

And keep, till happily my love I win,

Me from thy door, and hold my Father in. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Richardo, Pedro, Uberto, Silvio, _and_ Drawer _with

a Candle_.

_Ric._ No more for Gods sake, how is the night boy?

_Draw._ Faith Sir, 'tis very late.

_Ub._ Faith, Sir, you lie, is this your jack i'th' clock-house?

will you strike, Sir? gi's some more sack, you varlet.

_Ric._ Nay, if you love me, good _Uberto_ goe,

I am monstrous hot with Wine.

_Ub._ Quench it again with love, Gentlemen, I will drink one health

more, and then if my legs say me not shamefully nay, I will go with

you, give me a singular quart.

_Draw._ Of what Wine Sir?

_Uber._ Of Sack, you that speak confusion at the bar, of Sack, I say,

and every one his quart, what a Devil lets be merry.

_Draw._ You shall, Sir. [_Exit._

_Ped._ We will, Sir, and a dryed tongue.

_Sil._ And an Olive, boy, and a whole bunch of fidlers, my head swims

plaguely, 'uds pretious I shall be clawd.

_Enter_ Drawer _with four quarts of wine_.

_Ric._ Pray go, I can drink no more, think on your promise, 'tis

midnight Gentlemen.

_Ub._ O that it were dum midnight now, not a word more, every man on's

knees, and betake himself to his saint, here's to your wench,

seignior, all this, and then away.

_Rich._ I cannot drink it.

_Ped._ 'Tis a toy, a toy, away wo't.

_Uber._ Now dare I speak any thing, to any body living, come, Where's

the fault? off with it.

_Ric._ I have broke my wind, Call you this Sack?--I wonder who made

it? he was a sure workman, for 'tis plaguy strong work, Is it gone

round?

_Ub._ 'Tis at the last, out of my way, good boy, Is the Moon up yet?

_Draw._ Yes, Sir.

_Ub._ Where is she boy?

_Draw._ There, Sir.

_Ub._ We shall have rain and thunder, boy.

_Draw._ When Sir?

_Ub._ I cannot tell, but sure we shall boy.

_Draw._ The Gentleman is Wine-wise.

_Uber._ Drawer?

_Draw._ Here, Sir.

_Ub._ Can you procure?

_Draw._ What Sir?

_Uber._ A Whore, or two or three, as need shall serve, boy?

_Sil._ I, a good Whore were worth money, boy.

_Draw._ I protest Sir, we are all together unprovided.

_Ric._ The mor's the pitty, boy, Can you not 'vize us where my Child?

[_Draw._ Neither, in troth sir.]

_Ped._ Why where were you brought up, boy? no inckling of a Whore? no

aym my boy?

_Uber._ It cannot sink in my head now, that thou shouldst marry, Why

shouldst thou marry, tell me?

_Rich._ I marry? I'll be hang'd first: some more wine boy.

_Sil._ Is she not a Whore translated? and she be, lets repair to her.

_Ric._ I cannot tell, she may be an offender; but signior _Silvio_, I

shall scratch your head, indeed I shall.

_Sil._ Judge me, I do but jest with thee, what an she were inverted

with her heeles upward, like a traitor's Coat? what care I.

_Ub._ I, hang her, Shall we fall out for her?

_Rich._ I am a little angry, but these wenches, Did you not talke of

wenches?

_Sil._ Boy, lend me your Candle.

_Draw._ Why Sir?

_Sil._ To set fire to your rotten seeling, you'll keep no Whores,

Rogue, no good members.

_Draw._ Whores, Sir.

_Sih._ I, Whores Sir, Do you think we come to lye with your hogsheads?

_Rich._ I must beat the watch, I have long'd for't any time this three

weeks.

_Silv._ Wee'll beat the Town too, and thou wilt, we are proof boy;

Shall [wee] kill any body?

_Rich._ No, but wee'll hurt 'em dangerously.

_Uber._ _Silv._ Now must I kill one, I cannot avoid it, boy, easily

afore there with your candle; Where's your Mistriss?

_Draw._ A bed, Sir.

_Sil._ With whom?

_Draw._ With my Master.

_Uber._ You lye Boy, shee's better brought up than to lye with her

husband, Has he not cast his head yet? next year he will be a

velvet-headed Cuckold. [_Exeunt._

_Draw._ You are a merry Gentleman, there Sir, take hold.

_Enter_ Viola.

_Viola._ This is the place, I have out-told the Clock,

For haste, he is not here. _Richardo_? no;

Now every power that loves and is belov'd:

Keep me from shame to night, for all you know

Each thought of mine is innocent, and pure,

As flesh and blood can hold: I cannot back;

I threw the Key within, and ere I raise

My Father up, to see his daughters shame,

I'll set me down, and tell the Northern Wind,

That it is gentler than the curling West;

If it will blow me dead, but he will come;

I'faith 'tis cold; if he deceive me thus,

A woman will not easily trust a Man. Hark, What's that?

_Sil. within._ Th'art over long at thy pot, tom, tom, thou art over

long at the pot tom.

_Viol._ Bless me! Whose that?

_Pedro within._ Whoo!

_Uber. within._ There Boyes.

_Viol._ Darkness be thou my cover, I must fly,

To thee I haste for help--

_Enter_ Richardo, Pedro, Uberto, Drawer _with a Torch_.

_Viol._ They have a light,

Wind, if thou lov'st a Virgin, blow it out,

And I will never shut a window more,

To keep thee from me.

_Rich._ Boy?

_Draw._ Sir.

_Rich._ Why Boy?

_Draw._ What say you, Sir?

_Rich._ Why Boy? Art thou drunk Boy?

_Draw._ What would you, Sir?

_Rich._ Why very good, Where are we?

_Uber._ I, that's the point.

_Draw._ Why Sir, you will be at your Lodging presently.

_Rich._ I'll go to no lodging Boy.

_Draw._ Whither will you go then, Sir?

_Rich._ I'll go no farther.

_Draw._ For Gods sake, Sir, do not stay here all night.

_Rich._ No more I will not, Boy, lay me down, and rowle me to a Whore.

_Uber._ And me.

_Ped._ There spoke an--

_Silvio._ Then set your foot to my foot, and up tailes all.

_Viola._ That is _Richardo_, what a noise they make!

'Tis ill done on 'em: here, Sirs, _Richardo_?

_Rich._ What's that Boy?

_Draw._ 'Tis a Wench, Sir, pray Gentlemen come away.

_Viol._ O my dear love! How doest thou?

_Rich._ [My] sweet heart? even as thou seest.

_Ped._ Where's thy Wench?

_Uber._ Where's this bed worme?

_Viol._ Speak softly for the love of heaven.

_Draw._ Mistriss, get you gone, and do not entice the Gentlemen, now

you see they'r drunk, or I'll call the Watch, and lay you fast enough.

_Vio._ Alas, What are you? or, What do you mean?

Sweet love, Where's the place?

_Ric._ Marry sweet love, e'en here, lye down, I'll feese [you].

_Vio._ Good God! What mean you?

_Ped._ I'll have the Wench.

_Uber._ If you can get her.

_Sil._ No, I'll lye with the Wench to night, and she shall be yours

to morrow.

_Ped._ Let go the Wench.

_Sil._ Let you go the Wench.

_Viol._ O Gentlemen, as you had mothers!

_Uber._ They had no mothers; they are the Sons of bitches.

_Ric._ Let that be maintain'd.

_Sil._ Marry then.

_Viol._ Oh bless me heaven!

_Uber._ How many is there on's?

_Ric._ About five.

_Uber._ Why then lets fight three to three.

_Sil._ Content. [_Draw and fall down._

_Draw._ The Watch! the watch! the watch! Where are you? [_Exit._

_Ric._ Where are these Cowards?

_Ped._ There's the W[h]ore.

_Viol._ I never saw a drunken man before,

But these I think are so.

_Sil._ Oh!

_Ped._ I mist you narrowly there.

_Viol._ My state is such, I know not how to think,

A prayer fit for me, only I could move,

That never Maiden more might be in love. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Drawer, Constable _and_ Watch.

_Watch._ Where are they, Boy?

_Draw._ Make no such haste, Sir, they are no runners.

_Ub._ I am hurt, but that's all one, I shall light upon some of ye.

_Pedro_, thou art a tall Gentleman, let me kiss thee.

_Watch._ My friend.

_Uber._ Your friend? you lie.

_Ric._ Stand further off, the watch, you are full of fleas.

_Con._ Gentlemen, either be quiet, or we must make you quiet.

_Rich._ Nay, good Mr. Constable, be not so Rigorous.

_Uber._ Mr. Constable, lend me thy hand of Justice.

_Const._ That I will Sir.

_Uber._ Fy Mr. Constable, What golls you have! is Justice so blind

[She] cannot see to wash your hands? I cry you Mercy, Sir;

Your gloves are on.

_Draw._ Now you are up, Sir, Will you go to bed?

_Ped._ I'll truckle here, Boy, give me another pillow.

_Draw._ Will you stand up, and let me lay it on then?

_Ped._ Yes.

_Draw._ There hold him two of ye, now they are up, be going Mr.

Constable.

_Rich._ And this way, and that way, tom.

_Uber._ And here away, and there away, tom.

_Silv._ This is the right way, the others the wrong.

_Ped._ Th' others the wrong.

_All._ Thou art over-long at the pot, tom, tom.

_Rich._ Lead valiantly, sweet Constable, whoop! ha Boyes.

_Const._ This Wine hunts in their heads.

_Rich._ Give me the bill, for I'll be the Sergeant.

_Const._ Look to him, Sirs.

_Rich._ Keep your Ranks, you Rascalls, keep your Ranks. [_Exeunt._

_Actus Secundus. Scaena Prima._

_Enter_ Mercury.

_Mer._ I cannot sleep for thinking of this Asses Wife, I'll be gon

presently, there's no staying here, with this Devil about me; hoe,

this is the house of sleep, hoe! again there, 'sfoot, the darkness,

and this love together, will make me lunatick; ho!

_Enter a Servingman above unready._

_Ser._ Who calls there?

_Mer._ Pray take the pains to rise and light a candle.

_Ser._ Presently.

_Mer._ Was ever man but I in such a stocks? well, this shall be a

warning to me, and a fair one too, how I betray my self to such a

Dunce, by way of benefit.

_Enter_ Servingman.

_Ser._ Did you call?

_Mer._ Yes, pray do me the kindness, Sir, to let me out, and not [to]

enquire why, for I must needs be gone.

_Ser._ Not to night, I hope, Sir,

_Mer._ Good Sir to night, I would not have troubled you else, pray let

it be so.

_Ser._ Alas, Sir, my Master will be offended.

_Mer._ That I have business? no I warrant ye.

_Ser._ Good Sir take your rest.

_Mer._ Pray my good friend let me appoint my own rest.

_Ser._ Yes, Sir.

_Mer._ Then shew me the way out, I'll consider you.

_Ser._ Good Lord, Sir.

_Mer._ If I had not an excellent temper'd patience, now should I break

this fellows head, and make him understand 'twere necessary; the onely

plague of this house is the unhandsome love of servants, that ne'er do

their duty in the right place, but when they muster before dinner, and

sweep the Table with a wodden dagger, and then they are troublesome

too, to all mens shoulders, the Woodcocks flesht agen, now I shall

have a new stir.

_Enter_ Antonio.

_Ant._ Why how now friend? What do you up so late? are you well? Do

you want any thing? pray speak.

_Mer._ Onely the cause I rise for.

_Ant._ What knaves are these? What do you want? why Sirrah?

_Mer._ Nothing i'th' World, but the keyes to let me out of dores; I

must be gon, be not against it, for you cannot stay me.

_Ant._ Be gon at this time? that were a merry jest.

_Mer._ If there be any mirth in't, make you use on't, but I must go.

_Ant._ Why for loves sake?

_Mer._ 'Twill benefit your understanding nothing to know the cause,

pray go to bed, I'll trouble your Man only.

_Ant._ Nay, Sir, you have rais'd more, that has reason to curse you,

and you knew all, my Wifes up, and coming down too.

_Mer._ Alas, it will be a trouble, pray go up to her, and let me

disturbe no more, 'tis unmannerly.

_Enter_ Wife _as out of her [b]ed_.

_Ant._ Shee's here already; sweet heart: How say you by this

Gentleman? he would away at midnight.

_Wife._ That I am sure he will not.

_Mer._ Indeed I must.

_Mar._ Good Sir let not your homely entertainment press you to leave

your bed at midnight; if you want, what my house or our town may

afford you, make it your own fault if you call not for it; pray go to

bed again; let me compel you, I am sure you have no power to deny a

Woman; the ayr is piercing, and to a body beaten with long travel,

'twill prove an ill Physitian.

_Mer._ If she speak longer I shall be a knave, as rank as ever sweat

for't; Sir, if you will send your Wife up presently, I will either

stay with you, d'ye mark me, or deliver you, so just a cause, that you

your self, shall thrust me out of dores, both suddenly, and willingly.

_Ant._ I would fain hear that 'faith, pray thee go up sweet heart, I

have half perswaded him, besides, he hath some private business with

me.

_Mar._ Good night, Sir, and what content you would have, I wish with

you. [_Exit._

_Mer._ Could any man that had a back ask more! O me! O me!

_Ant._ Now deal directly with me: Why should you go?

_Mer._ If you be wise do not enquire the cause, 'twill trouble you:

_Ant._ Why? prithee why?

_Mer._ 'Faith I would not have you know it, let me go, 'twill be far

better for you.

_Ant._ Who's that, that knocks there? i'st not at the street door?

_Ser._ Yes, Sir.

_Ant._ Who's there, cannot you speak?

_Within Vio._ A poor distressed Maid, for gods sake let me in.

_Mer._ Let her in and me out together, 'tis but one labor, 'tis pity

she should stand i'th' street, it seems she knows you.

_Ant._ There she shall stand for me, you are ignorant; this is a

common custome of the Rogues that lie about the loose parts of the

City.

_Mer._ As how?

_Ant._ To knock at doors in dead time of night, and use some feigned

voice to raise compassion, and when the doors are open, in they rush,

and cut the throats of all, and take the booty, we cannot be too

careful.

_Within Vi._ As ever you had pity let me in, I am undone else.

_Ant._ Who are you?

_Vio._ My name is _Viola_, a Gentlewoman, that ill chance hath

distressed, you know my Father.

_Mer._ Alas of god we'll let her in, 'tis one of the Gentlewomen were

here i'th' evening, I know her by her name, (poor soul) shee's cold I

warrant her, let her have my warme Bed, and I'll take her fortune;

come, pray come.

_Ant._ It is not _Viola_, that's certain, she went home to her

Fathers, I am sure.

_Via._ Will not you be so good to let me in?

_Ant._ I'll be so good to have you whipt away if you stay a little

longer: Shee's gone I warrant her, now let me know your cause, for I

will hear it, and not repent the knowing.

_Mer._ Since you are so importunate, I'll tell you, I love your Wife

extreamly.

_Ant._ Very well.

_Mer._ And so well that I dare not stay.

_Ant._ Why?

_Mer._ For wronging you, I know I am flesh and blood, and you have

done me friendships infinite and often, that must require me honest,

and a true Man, and I will be so, or I'll break my heart.

_Ant._ Why, you may stay for all this, methinks.

_Mer._ No, though I wood be good, I am no saint, nor is it safe to try

me, I deal plainly.

_Ant._ Come, I dare try you, do the best you can.

_Mer._ You shall not, when I am right agen, I'll come and see you,

till when, I'll use all Countryes, and all means, but I will lose this

folly, 'tis a Divel.

_Ant._ Is there no way to stay you?

_Mer._ No, unless you will have me such a villain to you, as all men

shall spit at me.

_Ant._ Do's she know you love her?

_Mer._ No, I hope not, that were recompence fit for a Rogue to render

her.

_Ant._ If ever any had a faithful friend, I am that Man, and I may

glory in't, this is he, that _ipse_, he that passes all Christendome

for goodness, he shall not over goe me in his friendship, 'twere

recreant and base, and I'll be hang'd first, I am resolv'd, go thy

wayes, a Wife [shall] never part us: I have consider'd, and I find her

nothing to such a friend as thou art; I'll speak a bold world, take

your time and woe her, you have overcome me clearly, and do what's

fitting with her, you conceive me, I am glad at heart you love her: by

this light, ne're stare upon me, for I will not flye from it, if you

had spoken sooner, sure you had been serv'd; Sir, you are not every

Man, now to your taske, I give you free leave, and the sin is mine if

there be any in it.

_Mer._ He will be hang'd before he makes this good, he cannot be so

innocent a Coxcombe, he can tell ten sure, if I had never known you as

I have done, I might be one, as others perhaps sooner, but now 'tis

impossible, there's too much good between us.

_Ant._ Well, thou art e'en the best man--I can say no more, I am, so

over-joy'd, you must stay this night, and in the morning go as early

as you please, I have a toy for you.

_Mer._ I thought this pill would make you sick.

_Ant._ But where you mean to be I must have notice,

And it must be hard by too, do you mark me?

_Mer._ Why, What's the matter?

_Ant._ There is a thing in hand.

_Mer._ Why? What thing?

_Ant._ A sound one, if it take right, and you be not peevish. We two

will be--you would little think it; as famous for our friendship--

_Mer._ How?

_Ant._ If [God] please, as ever _Damon_ was, and _Pytheas_; or

_Pylades_ and _Orestes_, or any two that ever were: do you conceive me

yet?

_Mer._ No, by my troth, Sir; he will not help me up sure.

_Ant._ You shall anon, and for our names, I think they shall live

after us, and be remember'd while there is a story; or [I] lose my

aime.

_Mer._ What a vengeance ailes he? How do you?

_Ant._ Yes faith, we two will be such friends, as the world shall ring

of.

_Mer._ And why is all this?

_Ant._ You shall enjoy my wife.

_Mer._ Away, away.

_Ant._ The wonder must begin, so I have cast it, 'twill be scurvy

else, you shall not stir a foot in't, pray be quiet till I have made

it perfect.

_Mer._ What shall a Man do with this wretched fellow? there is no

mercy to be used towards him, he is not capable of any pitty, he will

in spight of course be a Cuckold, And who can help it? must it begin

so needs Sir?--think agen.

_Ant._ Yes marry must it, and I my self will woe this woman for you,

Do you perceive it now? ha?

_Mer._ Yes, now I have a little sight ith' matter; O that thy head

should be so monstrous, that all thy Servants hats may hang upon't!

but do you meane to do this?

_Ant._ Yes certain, I will woe her, and for you, strive not against

it, 'tis the overthrow of the best plot that ever was then.

_Mer._ Nay, I'll assure you, Sir, I'll do no harm, you have too much

about you of your own.

_Ant._ Have you thought of a place yet?

_Mer._ A place?

_Ant._ I a place where you will bide, prethee no more of this modesty,

'tis foolish, and we were not determin'd to be absolute friends

indeed, 'twere tolerable.

_Mer._ I have thought, and you shall hear from me.

_Ant._ Why, this will gain me everlasting glory; I have the better of

him, that's my comfort, good night. [_Exit._

_Mer._ Good night, well go thy wayes, thou art the tydiest wittall

this day I think above ground, and yet thy end for all this must be

mottly. [_Exit._

_Enter a_ Tinker _with a Cord, and_ Dorothy.

_Tink._ 'Tis b[i]tter cold; a plague upon these Rogues, how wary they

are grown! not a door open now, but double barr'd; not a Window, but

up with a case of wood like a spice box, and their locks unpickable,

the very Smiths that were half venture[r]s, drink penitent, single

Ale, this is the Iron age, the Ballad sings of; well, I shall meet

with some of our loose Linnen yet, good fellows must not starve;

here's he shall shew God a mighties dog bolts, if this hold.

_Dorothy._ Faith thou art but too merciful, that's thy fault, thou art

as sweet a Thief, that sin excepted, as ever suffer'd, that's a proud

word, and I'll maintain it.

_Tinck._ Come, prethee let's shogg off, and browze an hour or two,

there's Ale will make a Cat speak, at the harrow, we shall get nothing

now, without we batter, 'tis grown too near morning, the Rogues sleep

sober, and are watchful.

_Dorit._ We want a Boy extreamly for this function, kept under for a

year, with milk, and knot-grass; in my time I have seen a boy do

wonders; _Robbin_ the red Tinker had a Boy, Rest his Soul, he suffer'd

this time 4 years, for two Spoons, and a Pewter Candlestick, that

sweet Man had a Boy, as I am Curstend Whore, would have run through a

Cat hole, he would have boulted such a piece of Linen in an evening--

_Tinck._ Well, we will have a Boy, prethee lets go, I am vengeance

cold I tell thee.

_Dorothy._ I'll be hang'd before I stir without some purchase, by

these ten bones, I'll turn she-ape, and untile a house, but I'll have

it, it may be I have a humor to be hang'd, I cannot tell.

_Enter_ Viola.

_Tinck._ Peace, you flead Whore, thou hast a mouth like a Bloodhound,

here comes a night-shade.

_Dorit._ A Gentlewoman Whore, by this darkness I'll case her to the

skin.

_Tinck._ Peace, I say.

_Viola._ What fear have I endur'd this dismal night!

And what disgrace, if I were seen and known!

In which this darkness onely is my friend,

That onely has undone me; a thousand curses

Light on my easie, foolish, childish love,

That durst so lightly lay a confidence

Upon a Man, so many being false;

My weariness, and weeping, makes me sleepy, I must lie down.

_Tinck._ What's this? a Prayer, or a Homily, or a Ballad of good

councel? she has a Gown, I am sure.

_Dor._ Knock out her brains, and then shee'll nee'r bite.

_Tinck._ Yes, I will knock her, but not yet, you? woman?

_Viol._ For Gods sake what are you?

_Tinck._ One of the groomes of your wardrobe, come, uncase, uncase;

byr Lady a good Kersey.

_Vio._ Pray do not hurt me, Sir.

_Dor._ Let's have no pitty, for if you do, here's that shall cut your

whistle.

_Viol._ Alas, what would you have? I am as miserable as you can make

me any way.

_Dor._ That shall be try'd.

_Vio._ Here, take my Gown, if that will do you pleasure.

_Tink._ Yes marry will it, look in the Pockets _Doll_, there may be

birds.

_Dor._ They are flown, a pox go with them, I'll have this Hat, and

this Ruffe too, I like it, now will I flourish like a Lady, brave,

I faith boy.

_Vio._ Y'are so gentle people to my seeming,

That by my truth I could live with you.

_Tin._ Could you so? a pretty young round wench, well bloudded, I am

for her, Theeves.

_Dor._ But by this I am not, coole your Codpiece, Rogue, or I'll clap

a spell upon't, shall take your edge off with a very vengeance.

_Tin._ Peace, horse-flesh, peace, I'll cast off my Amazon, she has

walk'd too long, and is indeed notorious, shee'll fight and scould,

and drink like one of the worthies.

_Dort._ Uds, pretious you young contagious Whore, must you be ticing?

and, Is your flesh so wranck, Sir, that two may live upon't? I am glad

to hear your Cortalls grown so lusty; he was dry founder'd t'other

day, wehee my pamper'd Jade of _Asia_.

_Vio._ Good Woman do not hurt me, I am sorry that I have given any

cause of anger.

_Dor._ Either bind her quickly, and come away, or by this steel I'll

[tell], though I truss for company; now could I eate her broyl'd, or

any way, without Vinegar, I must have her Nose.

_Vio._ By any thing you love best, good Sir, good Woman.

_Tin._ Why her Nose, _Dorothy_?

_Dor._ If I have it not, and presently [and] warm, I lose that I go

withal.

_Tin._ Wood the Devil had that thou goest withall, and thee together,

for sure he got thy whelps if thou hast any, shees thy deere dad,

Whore! put up your cutpurse; an I take my switch up, 'twill be a black

time with you else, sheth your bung Whore.

_Dor._ Will you bind her? we shall stand here prating, and be hang'd

both.

_Tin._ Come, I must bind you, not a word, no crying.

_Vio._ Do what you will, indeed I will not cry.

_Tin._ Hurt her not, if thou dost, by Ale and Beer, I'll clout thy old

bald brain pan, with a piece of Brass, you Bitch incarnate.

[_Exeunt_ Tinker _and_ Dorothy.

_Viola._ O [God], to what am I reserv'd, that knew not

Through all my childish hours and actions,

More sin, than poor imagination,

And too much loving of a faithless Man?

For which I'm paid, and so, that not the day

That now is rising to protect the harmless,

And give the innocent a sanctuary

From theeves and spoilers, can deliver me

From shame, at least suspition--

_Enter_ Valerio.

_Val._ Sirrah, lead down the horses easily, I'll walke a foot till I

be down the hill, 'tis very early, I shall reach home betimes. How

now, whose there?

_Vio._ Night, that was ever friend to Lovers, yet

Has rais'd some weary Soul, that hates his bed,

To come and see me blush, and then laugh at me.

_Val._ H'ad a rude heart that did this.

_Vio._ Gentle Sir,

If you have that which honest men call pitty,

And be as far from evil as you shew;

Help a poor Maid, that this night by bad fortune

Has been thus us'd by Robbers.

_Val._ A pox upon his heart that would not help thee, this Thief was

half a Lawyer by his bands, How long have you been tyed here?

_Viol._ Alas, this hour, and with cold and fear am almost perisht.

_Val._ Where were the watch the while? good sober Gent. they were like

careful members of the City, drawing in diligent Ale, and singing

catches, while Mr. Constable contriv'd the Tosts: these fellows would

be more severely punisht than wandring Gipsies, that every statute

whips; for if they had every one two eyes a piece more, three pots

would put them out.

_Viol._ I cannot tell, I found no Christian to give me succor.

_Val._ When they take a Thief, I'll take _Ostend_ agen; the whorsons

drink Opium in their Ale, and then they sleep like tops; as for their

bills, they only serve to reach down Bacon to make Rashers on; now let

me know whom I have done this courtesie too, that I may thank my early

rising for it.

_Viol._ Sir, All I am, you see.

_Val._ You have a name I'm sure, and a kindred, a Father, friend, or

something that must own you; shee's a handsome young Wench; What

Rogues were these to Rob her?

_Vio._ Sir, you see all I dare reveale,

And as you are a Gentleman press me no further;

For there begins a grief, whose bitterness

Will break a stronger heart than I have in me,

And 'twill but make you heavy with the hearing,

For your own goodness sake desire it not.

_Val._ If you would not have me enquire that, How do you live then?

_Viol._ How I have liv'd, is still one question,

Which must not be resolv'd--

How I desire to live, is in your liking,

So worthy an opinion I have of you.

_Val._ Is in my liking? How I pray thee? tell me, i'faith I'll do you

any good lies in my power; she has an eye would raise a bedrid man;

come, leave your fear, and tell me, that's a good Wench.

_Viol._ Sir, I would serve--

_Val._ Who would'st thou serve? do not weep and tell me.

_Viol._ Faith, Sir, even some good woman, and such a wife if you be

married, I do imagine yours.

_Val._ Alas! thou art young and tender, let me see thy hand, this was

ne'er made to wash, or wind up water, beat cloaths, or rub a floor, by

this light, for one use that shall be nameless, 'tis the best wanton

hand that e're I lookt on.

_Vio._ Dare you accept me, Sir, my heart is honest,

Among your vertuous charitable deeds,

This will not be the least.

_Val._ Thou canst in a Chamber?

_Vio._ In a Chamber, Sir?

_Val._ I mean wait there upon a Gentlewoman,

How quick she is, I like that mainly too;

I'll have her, though I keep her with main strength like a besieged

Town, for I know I shall have the Enemy afore me within a week.

_Viol._ Sir, I can sow too, and make pretty laces,

Dress a head handsome, teach young Gentlewomen,

For in all these I have a little knowledge.

_Val._ 'Tis well, no doubt I shall encrease that knowledge; I like her

better still, how she provokes me; pritty young Maid, you shall serve

a good Gentlewoman, though I say't, that will not be unwilling you

should please me, nor I forgetful if you do.

_Viol._ I am the happier.

_Val._ My man shall make some shift to carry you behind him, Can you

ride well?

_Viola._ But I'll hold fast for catching of a fall.

_Val._ That's the next way to pull another on you, I'll work her as I

go, I know shee's wax, now, now, at this time could I beget a Worthy

on this Wench.

_Viol._ Sir, for this Gentleness, may Heaven requite you tenfold.

_Val._ 'Tis a good Wench, however others use thee, be sure I'll be a

loving Master to thee, come. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Antonio _like an Irish Footman, with a Letter_.

_Ant._ I hope I am wild enough, for being known, I have writ a Letter

here, and in it have abus'd my self most bitterly, yet all my fear is

not enough, for that must do it, that must lay it on, I'll win her out

i'th' flint, 'twill be more famous, now for my language.

_Enter_ Servingman.

_Ser._ Now, Sir, Who would you speak with?

_Ant._ Where be thy Mastres Man? I would speak with her,

I have a Letter.

_Ser._ Cannot I deliver it?

_Ant._ No, by my trot, and fait, can'st thou not Man.

_Ser._ Well, Sir, I'll call her to you, pray shake your ears without a

little. [_Exit_ Servingman.

_Ant._ Cran a Cree do it quickly; this rebbel tonge sticks in my teeth

worse than a tough Hen, sure it was ne'er known at Babel, for they

sould no Apples, and this was made for certain at the first planting

of Orchards,'tis so crabbed.

_Enter_ Wife, _and_ Servingman.

_Mar._ What's he wood speak with me?

_Ser._ A kill kenny ring, there he stands Madam.

_Mar._ What would you have with me, friend?

_Ant._ He has a Letter for other Women, Wilt thou read it.

_Mar._ From whence?

_Ant._ De Crosse creest from my Master.

_Mar._ Who is your Master?

_Ant._ I pray do you look.

_Mar._ Do you know this fellow?

_Ser._ No Maddam, not I; more than an _Irish_ Footman, stand further

friend, I do not like your roperunners, What stallion Rogues are

these, to weare such dowsetts, the very Cotton may commit adultery.

_Mar._ I cannot find whose hand this should be, I'll read, To the

beauteous wife of _Don Antonio_, sure this is some blind scribe--well

now, What follows?

_Ant._ Pray God it take, I have given her that, will stir her

conscience, how it works with her; hope, if it be thy will, let the

flesh have it.

_Mar._ This is the most abhor'd, intollerable knavery, that ever slave

entertain'd, sure there is more than thine own head in this villany,

it goes like practic'd mischiefe; disabled in his body? O good God, as

I live he lies fearfully, and basely, ha? I should know that Jewel,

'tis my husband, come hither shat, Are you an Irish Man?

_Ant._ Sweete Woman a Cree I am an Irish man.

_Mar._ Now I know it perfectly; is this your trick, Sir? I'll trick

you for it; How long have you serv'd this Gentleman.

_Ant._ Please thee a little day, O my _Mac dermond_ put me to my

Mastree, 'tis don I know.

_Mar._ By my faith he speaks as well as if he had been lousy for the

language a year or two; well, Sir, you had been better have kept your

own shape as I will use you, What have I done that should deserve this

tryal? I never made him Cuckold, to my knowledge, Sirrah come hither.

_Ant._ Now will she send some Jewel, or some Letter, I know her mind

as well; I shall be famous.

_Mar._ Take this Irish bawde here.

_Ant._ How?

_Mar._ And kick him till his breeches and breech be of one colour, a

bright blew both.

_Ant._ I may be well swing'd thus, for I dare not reveale my self, I

hope she does not mean it, O hone, O hone, O St. _Patricke_, O a Cree,

O sweet Woman.

_Mar._ No, turn him, and kick him o't'other side, that's well.

_Ant._ O good waiting Man, I beseech thee good waiting man, a pox fyre

your Legs.

_Mar._ You Rogue, you enemy to all, but little breeches,

How dar'st thou come to me with such a Letter?

_Ant._ Prethee pitty the poor Irishman, all this makes for me, if I

win her yet, I am still more glorious.

_Mar._ Now could I weep at what I have done, but I'll harden my heart

agen, go shut him up, 'till my husband comes home, yet thus much ere

ye go, sirrah thach'd head, Would'st not thou be whipt, and think it

Justice? well _Aquavitae_ Barrel, I will bounce you.

_Ant._ I pray do, I beseech you be not angry.

_Mar._ O you hobby headed Rascal, I'll have you flead, and trossers

made of thy skin to tumble in, go a way with him, let him see no sun,

till my husband come home, Sir, I shall meet with you for your

knavery, I fear it not.

_Ant._ Wilt thou not let me go? I do not like this.

_Mar._ Away with him.

_Servingman._ Come, I'll lead you in by your Jack a lent hair, go

quietly, or I'll make your crupper crack.

_Mar._ And do you hear me, Sirrah? and when you have done, make my

Coach ready.

_Serving._ Yes forsooth. [_Exit_ Servingman _with_ Antonio.

_Mar._ Lock him up safe enough, I'll to this Gentleman, I know the

reason of all this business, for I do suspect it, If he have this

plot, I'll ring him such a peal, shall make his eares deaf for a month

at least. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Richardo.

_Ric._ Am I not mad? Can this weak temper'd head,

That will be mad with drink, endure the wrong

That I have done a Virgin, and my Love?

Be mad, for so thou ought'st, or I will beate

The walls and trees, down with thee, and will let

Either thy memory out, or madness in;

But sure I never lov'd fair _Viola_,

I never lov'd my Father, nor my Mother,

Or any thing but drink; had I had love;

Nay, had I known so much charity,

As would have sav'd an Infant from the fire,

I had been naked, raving in the street;

With halfe a face, gashing my self with knives,

Two houres ere this time.

_Enter_ Pedro, Silvio, Uberto.

_Ped._ Good morrow Sir.

_Rich._ Good morrow Gentlemen, shall we go drink agen?

I have my wits.

_Ped._ So have I, but they are unsetled ones, would I had some

porrige.

_Rich._ The Tavern boy was here this morning with me

And told me, that there was a Gentlewoman,

Which he took for a Whore, that hung on me:

For whom we quarrel'd, and I know not what.

_Ped._ I faith nor I.

_Ube._ I have a glimmering of some such thing.

_Rich._ Was it you, _Silvio_,

That made me drink so much? 'twas you or _Pedro_.

_Ped._ I know not who.

_Sil._ We [were] all apt enough.

_Rich._ But I will lay the fault on none but me,

That I would be so entreated, come _Silvio_,

Shall we go drink agen, come Gentlemen,

Why do you stay, let's never leave off now,

Whil'st we have Wine, and Throats, I'll practise it,

Till I have made it my best quality;

For what is best for me to do but that?

For [Gods] sake come and drink; when I am nam'd,

Men shall make answer, Which _Richardo_ mean you?

The excellent drinker? I will have it so,

Will you go drink?

_Silv._ We drunk too much too lately.

_Rich._ Why there is then the less behind to drink,

Let's end it all, dispatch that, wee'l send abroad,

And purchase all the Wine the world can yield,

And then drink it off, then take the fruits o'th' earth,

Distil the Juice from them, and drink that off;

Wee'l catch the rain before it fall to ground,

And drink off that that never more may grow;

Wee'l set our mouths to Springs, and drink them off,

And all this while wee'l never think of those

That love us best, more than we did last night.

We will not give unto the poor a drop

Of all this drink, but when we see them weep,

Wee'l run to them, and drink their tears off too,

Wee'l never leave whilst there is heat or moisture,

In this large globe, but suck it cold and dry,

Till we have made it Elemental earth,

Merely by drinking.

_Ped._ Is't flattery to tell you, you are mad?

_Rich._ If it be false,

There's no such way to bind me to a Man;

He that will have me, lay my goods and lands,

My life down for him, need no more, but say,

_Richardo_ thou art mad, and then all these

Are at his service, then he pleases me,

And makes me think that I had vertue in me,

That I had love, and tenderness of heart,

That though I have committed such a fault,

As never creature did, yet running mad,

As honest men should do for such a crime,

I have exprest some worth, though it be late:

But I alas have none of these in me,

But keep my wits still like a frozen Man,

That had no fire within him.

_Sil._ Nay, good _Richardo_ leave this wild talk, and send a letter to

her, I'll deliver it.

_Rich._ 'Tis to no purpose; perhaps she's lost last night,

Or she got home agen, she's now so strictly

Look'd to, the wind can scarce come to her, or admit

She were her self; if she would hear from me,

From me unworthy, that have us'd her thus,

She were so foolish, that she were no more

To be belov'd.

_Enter_ Andrugio _and_ Servant _with a Night-gown._

_Ser._ Sir, we have found this night-gown she took with her.

[_An._ Where?]

_Rich._ Where? where? speak quickly.

_Ser._ Searching in the Suburbs, we found a Tinker and his Whore that

had it in a Tap-house, whom we apprehended, and they confest they

stole it from her.

_Rich._ And murthered her?

_Sil._ What aile you man?

_Rich._ Why all this doth not make me mad.

_Sil._. It does, you would not offer this else, good _Pedro_ look to

his sword.

_Ser._ They do deny the killing of her, but swore they left her tyed

to a Tree, in the fields, next those Suburbs that are without our

Ladies gate, near day, and by the Rode, so that some passinger must

needs unty her quickly.

_And._ The will of Heaven be done! Sir, I will only entreat you this,

that as you were the greatest occasion of her loss, that you will be

pleased to urge your friends, and be your self earnest in the search

of her; if she be found, she is yours, if she please, I my self only,

see these people better examin'd, and after follow some way in search,

God keep you Gentlemen. [_Exit._

_Sil._ Alas good man!

_Ric._ What think you now of me, I think this lump

Is nothing but a piece of fleagme congeal'd

Without a soul, for where there's so much spirit

As would but warm a flea, those faults of mine

Would make it glow, and flame in this dull heart,

And run like molten gold through every sin,

Till it could burst these walls, and fly away.

Shall I intreat you all to take your horses,

And search this innocent?

_Ped._ With all our hearts.

_Ric._ Do not divide your selves till you come there,

Where they say she was ty'd, I'll follow too,

But never to return till she be found.

Give me my sword good _Pedro_, I will do

No harm, believe me, with it, I am now

Farr better temper'd; if I were not so,

I have enow besides, God keep you all,

And send us good success. [_Exeunt._

_Actus Tertius. Scaena Prima._

_Enter_ Mercury, _and_ Servant.

_Mer._ Who is it? can you tell?

_Ser._ By my troth, Sir, I know not, but 'tis a Gentlewoman.

_Mer._ A Gentleman, I'll lay my life, you puppy, h'as sent his Wife to

me: if he have, fling up the bed.

_Ser._ Here she is, Sir.

_Enter_ Wife _with a Letter_.

_Wife._ I am glad I found you Sir, there, take your Letter, and keep

it till you have another friend to wrong, 'tis too malicious false to

make me sin, you have provoked me to be that I love not, a talker,

and you shall hear me.

Why should you dare to imagine me

So light a huswife, that from four hours knowledge

You might presume to offer to my credit

This rude and ruffian tryal, I am sure

I never courted you, nor gave you tokens,

That might concern assurance, you are a fool.

_Mer._ I cannot blame you now, I see this letter,

Though you be angry, yet with me you must not,

Unless you'l make me guilty of a wrong,

My worst affections hate----

_Wife._ Did not you send it?

_Mer._ No, upon my faith, which is more, I understand it not; the hand

is as far from my knowledge, as the malice.

_Wife._ This is strange.

_Mer._ It is so, and had been stranger, and indeed more hateful,

Had I, that have receiv'd such courtesies, and owe so many

Thanks, done this base office.

_Wife._ Your name is at it.

_Mer._ Yes, but not my nature, and I shall hate my name worse than the

manner, for this base broking; you are wise and vertuous, remove this

fault from me; for on the love I bear to truth and goodness, this

Letter dare not name me for the author.

_Wife._ Now I perceive my husbands knavery, if [my] man can but find

where he has been, I will goe with this Gentleman whatsoever comes

on't: and as I mean to carry it, both he and all the World shall think

it fit, and thank me for it.

_Mer._ I must confess I loved you, at first, however this made me

leave your house unmannerly, that might provoke me to do something

ill, both to your honor and my faith, and not to write this Letter,

which I hold so truly wicked, that I will not think on't.

_Wife._ I do believe you, and since I see you are free, my words were

not meant to you, but this is not the half of my affliction.

_Mer._ 'Tis pitty you should know more vexation; may I enquire?

_Wife._ Faith, Sir, I fear I have lost my husband.

_Mer._ Your husband? it cannot be: I pitty her, how she's vext!

_Enter_ Servant.

_Wife._ How now? What news? nay speak, for we must know.

_Ser._ Faith I have found at length, by chance, where he has been.

_Wife._ Where?

_Ser._ In a blind out-house in the Suburbs, pray God all be well with

him.

_Wife._ Why?

_Serv._ There are his cloaths, but, What's become of him,

I cannot yet enquire.

_Wife._ I am glad of this; sure they have murther'd him,

What shall I do?

_Mer._ Be not so grieved, before you know the truth, you have time

enough to weep, this is the sodain'st mischief; Did you not bring an

Officer to search there, where you say you found his cloaths.

_Ser._ Yes, and we searcht it, and charg'd the fellow with him: but

he, like a Rogue, stubborn Rogue, made answer, he knew not where he

was; he had been there, but where he was now, he could not tell: I

tell you true, I fear him.

_Wife._ Are all my hopes and longings to enjoy him, After this 3 years

travel, come to this?

_Ser._ It is the rankest house in all the City, the most cursed roguy

Bawdy-house. Hell fire it.

_Mer._ This is the worst I heard yet; Will you go home? I'll bear you

company, and give you the best help I may: this being here will wrong

you.

_Wife._ As you are a Gentleman, and as you lov'd your dead friend,

let me not go home, that will but heap one sorrow on another.

_Mer._ Why propose any thing and I'll perform't; I am at my wits end

too.

_Ser._ So am I, O my dear Master!

_Mer._ Peace you great fool.

_Wife._ Then good Sir carry me to some retir'd place, far from the

sight of this unhappy City, whether you will indeed, so it be far

enough.

_Mer._ If I might Councel you, I think 'twere better to go home,

And try what may be done yet, he may be at home afore you, Who

can tell?

_Wife._ O no, I know he's dead, I know he's murder'd; tell me not of

going home, you murder me too.

_Mer._ Well, since it pleases you to have it so, I will no more

perswade you to go home, I'll be your guide in the Countrey, as your

grief doth command me, I have a Mother dwelling from this place some

20 miles: the house though homely, yet able to shew something like a

welcome; thither I'll see you safe with all your sorrows.

_Wife._ With all the speed that may be thought upon; I have a Coach

here ready, good Sir quickly; I'll fit you my fine husband.

_Mer._ It shall be so; if this fellow be dead, I see no band of any

other Man, to tye me from my will, and I will follow her with such

careful service, that she shall either be my Love, or Wife; Will you

walk in?

_Wife._ I thank you, Sir, but one word with my Man, and I am ready;

keep the _Irish_ fellow safe, as you love your life, for he I fear has

a deep hand in this, then search agen, and get out warrants for that

naughty man, that keeps the bad house, that he may answer it, if you

find the body, give it due burial; farewel. You shall hear from me,

keep all safe. [_Exeunt._

_Ser._ O my sweet Master!

Antonio _knocking within_.

_Ant. within._ Man-a-cree, the Devil take thee, Wilt thou kill me

here? I prethee now let me goe seek my Master, I shall be very cheel

else.

_Enter Servant._

_Ser._ Do you hear man-a-cree, I'll cree your coxcombe, and you keep

not still, down you rogue.

_Ant._ Good sweet fact serving-man, let me out I beseech de, and by my

trot I will give dye Worship 2 shillings in good argott, to buy dy

Worship pippines.

_Ser._ This rogue thinks all the worth of man consists in Peepins; by

this light I'll beat rebellion out of you for ever.

_Ant._ Wilt thou not hear me Man? is fet; I'll give thee all I have

about me.

_Ser._ I thank you, Sir, so I may have picking work.

_Ant._ Here is five shillings Man.

_Serv._ Here is a cudgel, a very good one.

_Enter two Serving-men._

_2. Ser._ How now, What's the matter? Where's the _Irishman_.

_1. Ser._ There, a wyth take him, he makes more noise alone there,

than ten Lawyers can do with double, and a scurvy Case.

_2. Ser._ Let him out, I must talk with him.

_Enter_ Antonio.

_Ant._ Wilt thou give me some drink, O hone? I am very dry Man.

_2 Ser._ You shall have that shall quench your thirst, my friend.

_Ant._ Fate dost thou mean man.

_2 Ser._ Even a good tough halter.

_Ant._ A halter? O hone!

_2 Ser._ Sirrah, you are a mischievous Rogue, that's the truth.

_Ant._ No, fet I am not.

_1 Ser._ Shall I knock out his brains? I have kill'd dogs have been

worth three of him for all uses.

_2 Ser._ Sirrah, the truth on't is, you must with me to a Justice.

O _Roger, Roger_.

_1 Ser._ Why, what's the matter _William_?

_2 Ser._ Heavy news _Roger_, heavy newes; god comfort us.

_1 Ser._ What is't Man?

_Ant._ What's the matter now? I am e'en weary of this way, would I

were out on't.

_1 Ser._ My Master sure is murder'd, _Roger_, and this cursed rogue

I fear, has had a hand in't.

_Ant._ No fet not.

_1 Ser._ Stand away, I'll kickt out of him: come, sirrha, mount, I'll

make you dance, you Rascal, kill my Master? If thy breech were cannon

proof, having this good cause on my side, I would encounter it; hold

fair, _Shamrocke_.

_Ant._ Why how now Sirs? you will not murder me indeed.

_2 Ser._ Bless us _Roger_!

_Ant._ Nay, I am no spirit.

_2 Ser._ How do you Sir, this is my very Master.

_Ant._ Why well enough yet, but you have a heavy foot of your own;

Where's my Wife.

_1 Ser._ Alas poor sorrowful Gentlewoman, she thinks you are dead, and

has given o're house-keeping.

_Ant._ Whether is she gone then?

_1 Ser._ Into the Countrey with the Gentleman your Friend Sir, to see

if she can wear her sorrows out there; she weeps and takes on too

too--

_Ant._ This falls out pat; I shall be everlasting for a name: Doe you

hear? upon your lives and faiths to me, not one word I am living, but

let the same report pass along, that I am murther'd still; I am made

for ever.

_1 Ser._ Why Sir?

_Ant._ I have a Cause Sir, that's enough for you; well, if I be not

famous, I am wrong'd much; for any thing I know I will not trouble

him this week at least, no, let them take their way one of another.

_1 Ser._ Sir, Will you be still an _Irish-man_?

_Ant._ Yes a while.

_2 Ser._ But your Worship will be beaten no more?

_Ant._ No, I thank you _William_.

_1 Ser._ In truth, Sir, if it must be so, I'll do it better than a

stranger.

_Ant._ Goe, you are Knaves both, but I forgive you, I am almost mad

with the apprehension of what I shall be, not a word I charge you.

[_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Valerio, _and_ Viola.

_Val._ Come, pretty soul, we now are near our home,

And whilst our horses are walkt down the hill,

Let thou and I walke here over this Close:

The foot-way is more pleasant, 'tis a time

My pretty one, not to be wept away,

For every living thing is full of love;

Art not thou so too? ha?

_Vio._ Nay, there are living things empty of love,

Or I had not been here, but for my self,

Alas, I have too much.

_Val._ It cannot be, that so much beauty, so much youth and grace

should have too much of love.

_Vio._ Pray what is love? for I am full of that I do not know.

_Val._ Why, love fair Maid is an extream desire,

That's not to be examin'd, but fulfill'd,

To ask the reason why thou art in love,

Or what might be the noblest end in love,

Would overthrow that kindly rising warmth,

That many times slides gently o'r the heart,

'Twould make thee grave and staid, thy thoughts would be,

Like a thrice married Widow, full of ends,

And void of all compassion, and to fright thee

From such enquiry, whereas thou art now

Living in ignorance, mild, fresh, and sweet,

And but sixteen; the knowing what love is,

Would make thee six and forty.

_Vio._ Would it would make me nothing, I have heard

Scholars affirm, the world's upheld by Love,

But I believe, women maintain all this,

For there's no love in men.

_Val._ Yes, in some men.

_Vio._ I know them not.

_Val._ Why, there is love in me.

_Vio._ There's charity I am sure towards me.

_Val._ And love; which I will now express, my pretty maid,

I dare not bring thee home, my wife is foul,

And therefore envious, she is very old,

And therefore jealous: thou art fair and young.

A subject fit for her unlucky vices

No work upon, she never will endure thee.

_Via._ She may endure

If she be ought, but Devil, all the friendship

That I will hold with you; can she endure

I should be thankful to you? may I pray

For you and her, will she be brought to think.

That all the honest industry I have,

Deserves brown bread? if this may be endur'd

She'll pick a quarrel with a sleeping child,

E'r she fall out with me.

_Val._ But trust me, she does hate all handsomness.

_Vio._ How fell you in love with such a creature?

_Val._ I never lov'd her.

_Vio._ And yet married her?

_Val._ She was a rich one.

_Vio._ And you swore I warrant you, she was a fair one then too.

_Val._ Or believe me, I think I had not had her.

_Vio._ Are you men all such? wou'd you wou'd wall us in a place

Where all we women that are innocent,

Might live together.

_Val._ Do not weep at this,

Although I dare not for some weighty reason

Displease my Wife, yet I forget not thee.

_Vio._ What will you do with me?

_Val._ Thou shalt be plac'd

At my mans house, and have such food and raiment

As can be bought with money: these white hands

Shall never learn to work, but they shall play

As thou say'st they were wont, teaching the strings

To move in order, or what else thou wilt.

_Vio._ I thank you, Sir, but pray you cloath me poorly,

And let my labor get me means to live.

_Val._ But fair one, you, I know do so much hate

A foul ingratitude, you will not look

I should do this for nothing.

_Vio._ I will work as much out as I can, and take as little,

That you shall have as duely paid to you

As ever servant did.

_Vol._ But give me now a trial on't, I may believe

We are alone, shew me how thou wilt kiss

And hug me hard, when I have stolen away

From my too clamorous wife that watches me,

To spend a blessed hour or t[w]o with thee.

_Vio._ Is this the love you mean? you would have that

Is not in me to give, you would have lust.

_Val._ Not to dissemble, or to mince the word,

'Tis Lust I wish indeed.

_Vio._ And by my troth I have it not: for heavens sake use

me kindly.

Though I be good, and shew perhaps a monster,

As this world goes.

_Val._ I do

But speak to thee, thy answers are thy own,

I compel none, but if [thou] refuse this motion,

Thou art not then for me, alas good soul;

What profit can thy work bring me?

_Vio._ But I fear, I pray goe, for lust they say, will grow

Outragious, being deni'd, I give you thanks

For all your courtesies, and there's a Jewel

That's worth the taking, that I did preserve

Safe from the robbers, pray you leave me here

Just as you found me, a poor innocent,

And Heaven will bless you for it.

_Val._ Pretty maid, I am no Robber, nor no Ravisher,

I pray thee keep thy Jewel, I have done

No wrong to thee, though thou beest virtuous

And in extremity, I do not know,

That I am bound to keep thee.

_Vio._ No Sir, for gods sake, if you know an honest man in all these

Countreys, give me some directions to find him out.

_Val._ More honest than my self, good sooth I do not know; I would

have lain with thee, with thy consent, and who would not in all these

parts, is past my memory, I am sorry for thee, farewel gentle maid,

God keep thee safe. [_Exit._

_Vio._ I thank you Sir, and you;

Woman they say, was only made of man,

Methinks 'tis strange they should be so unlike,

It may be all the best was cut away

To make the woman, and the naught was left

Behind with him, I'll sit me down and weep,

All things have cast me from 'em but the earth;

The evening comes, and every little flower

Droops now, as well as I.

_Enter two Milk-maids with pails._

_Nan._ Good _Madge_ lets rest a little, by my troth I am weary, this

new pail is a plaguy heavy one, would _Tom_ were hang'd for choosing

it, 'tis the untoward'st fool in a Countrey.

_Madg._ With all my heart, and I thank you too, _Nan_.

_Vio._ What true contented happiness dwels here,

More than in Cities! wou'd to God my Father

Had liv'd like one of these, and bred me up

To milk: and do as they do: methinks

'Tis a life that I wou'd choose, if I were now

To tell my time agen, above a Princes; maids, for charity

Give a poor wench one draught of Milk,

That weariness and hunger have nigh famish'd.

_Nan._ If I had but one Cows Milk in all the world, you should have

some on't; there, drink more, the Cheese shall pay for it, alas poor

heart, she's drie.

_Madge._ Do you dwell here abouts?

_Vio._ No, would I did.

_Nan._ _Madge_, if she does not looke like my cosin _Sue_ o'th' _Moor

lane_, as one thing can look like another--

_Madge._ Nay, _Sue_ has a hazle eye, I know _Sue_ well, and by your

leave, not so trim a body neither, this is a feat bodied thing I tell

you.

_Nan._ She laces close by the mass I warrant you, and so does _Sue_

too.

_Vio._ I thank you for your gentleness, fair maids.

_Nan._ Drink agen pray thee.

_Vio._ I am satisfied, and heaven reward thee for't, yet thus far I

will compell you to accept these trifles, toys only that express my

thanks, for greater worth, I'm sure they have not in them; indeed you

shall, I found 'em as I came.

_Nan._ _Madge_, look you here _Madge_.

_Madg._ Nay, I have as fine a one as you, mine's all gold, and

painted, and a precious stone in't; I warrant it cost a crown wench.

_Nan._ But mine is the most sumptuous one, that e'r I saw.

_Vio._ One favour you must do me more, for you are well acquainted

here.

_Nan._ Uds me, our _Dorothy_ went away but last week, and I know my

mistriss want's a maid, and why may she not be plac'd there? this is a

likely wench, I tell you truly, and a good wench I warrant her.

_Madg._ And 'tis a hard case if we that have serv'd four years apiece,

cannot bring in one servant, we will prefer her; hark you sister, pray

what's your name.

_Vio._ _Melvia._

_Nan._ A feat name i'faith; and can you milk a cow? and make a

merry-bush? that's nothing.

_Vio._ I shall learn quickly.

_Nan._ But be sure to keep the men out, they will mar all that you

make else, I know that by my self; for I have been So touz'd among 'em

in my days, come you shall e'en home with us, and be our fellow, our

house is so honest, and we serve a very good woman, and a Gentlewoman,

and we live as merrily, and dance a good daies after even-song: our

Wake shall be on Sunday; do you know what a Wake is? we have mighty

cheer then, and such a coil, 'twould bless ye; you must not be so

bashful, you'll spoil all.

_Madg._ Let's home for Gods sake, my Mistriss thinks by this time we

are lost, come, we'll have a care of you, I warrant you; but you must

tell my Mistress where you were born, and every thing that belongs to

you, and the strangest things you can devise, for she loves those

extreamly, 'tis no matter whether they be true or no, she's not so

scrupulous; you must be our Sister, and love us best, and tell us

every thing, and when cold weather comes, we'll lye together, will

you do this?

_Vio._ Yes.

_Nan._ Then home again o' gods name, can you go apace.

_Vio._ I warrant you. [_Exeunt._

_Actus Quartus. Scaena Prima._

_Enter_ Pedro _and_ Uberto, _severally_.

_Ped._ How now, any good news yet?

_Silvio._ Faith not any yet.

_Ped._ This comes o' tipling; would 'twere treason and't pleas['d]

God, to drink more than three draughts at a meal.

_Sil._ When did you see _Richardo_?

_Ped._ I crost him twice to day.

_Sil._ You have heard of a young wench that was seen last [night].

_Ped._ Yes.

_Sil._ Has _Richard_ heard of this?

_Ped._ Yes, and I think he's ridden after, farewel, I'll have another

round.

_Sil._ If you hear any thing, pray spare no horse-flesh,

I'll do the like.

_Ped._ Do. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Richardo _and_ Valerio.

_Rich._ Sir, I did think 'twas you by all descriptions.

_Val._ 'Tis so,

I took her up indeed, the manner how

You have heard already, and what she had about her,

As Jewels, Gold, and other trifling things:

And what my end was, which because she slighted,

I left her there i'th' fields.

_Rich._ Left i'th' fields? could any but a Rogue

That had despis'd humanity and goodness,

[God,] law and credit; and had set himself

To lose his noblest part, and be a beast,

Have left so innocent unmatch'd a virtue,

To the rude mercy of a wilderness?

_Val._ Sir, if you come to rail, pray quit my house,

I do not use to have such language given

Within my doors to me; for your wench,

You may go seek her with more patience,

She's tame enough, I warrant you.

_Rich._ Pray forgive me.

I do confess my much forgetfulness;

And weigh my words no farther, I beseech you,

Then a mere madness, for such a grief has seiz'd me

So strong and deadly, as a punishment,

And a just one too,

That 'tis a greater wonder I am living,

Than any thing I utter; yet let me tell you thus much,

'Twas a fault for leaving her

So in the fields.

_Val._ Sir, I will think so now, and credit me,

You have so wrought me with your grief, that I

Do both forgive and pity you:

And if you'll please to take a bed this night here;

To morrow I'll bring you where I left her.

_Rich._ I thank you, [no,] shall I be so unworthy:

To think upon a bed, or ease, or comfort,

And have my heart stray from me, God knows where,

Cold and forsaken, destitute of friends,

And all good comforts else, unless some tree

Whose speechless charity must better ours,

With which the bitter east winds made their sport

And sung through hourly, hath invited her

To keep off half a day? shall she be thus,

And I draw in soft slumbers? _God_ forbid.

No, night and bitter coldness, I provoke thee,

And all the dews that hang upon thy locks,

Showrs, Hails, Snows, Frosts, and two edged Winds that prime

The maiden blossoms, I provoke you all,

And dare expose this body to your sharpness,

Till I be made a Land-mark.

_Val._ Will you then stay and eat with me?

_Rich._ Y'are angry with me, I know y'are angry,

You would not bid me eat else; my poor Mistriss,

For ought I know thou'rt famish'd, for what else

Can the fields yield thee, and the stubborn season,

That yet holds in the fruit? good gentle Sir,

Think not ill manners in me for denying

Your offer'd meat, for sure I cannot eat

While I do think she wants; well I'm a rascal;

A villain, slave, that only was begotten,

To murder women, and of them the best.

_Val._ This is a strange affliction.

If you'll accept no greater courtesie, yet drink Sir.

_Ric._ Now I am sure you hate me, and you knew

What kind of man I am, as indeed 'tis fit,

That every man should know me to avoid me.

If you have peace within you, Sir, or goodness

Name that abhord word - Drink, no more unto me,

You had safer strike me.

I pray you do not, if you love me do not.

_Val._ Sir, I mean no ill by it.

_Ric._ It may be so,

Nor let me see

None Sir, if you love heaven;

You know not what offence it is unto me,

Nor good now do not ask me why:

And I warn you once again, let no man else speak of't,

I fear your servants will be prating to me.

_Val._ Why Sir, what ail you?

_Rich._ I hate drink, there's the end on't,

And that man that drinks with meat is damn'd

Without an age of prayers and repentance,

And there's a hazard too; good Sir, no more

If you will do me a free courtesie;

That I shall know for one: go take your horse,

And bring me to the place where you left her:

_Val._ Since you are so impo[r]tunate, I will;

But I will wish Sir, you had staid to night

Upon my credit you shall see no drink.

_Rich._ Be gone, the hearing of it makes me giddy,

Sir, will you be intreated to forbear it,

I shall be mad else.

_Val._ I pray no more of that, I am quiet,

I'll but walk in, and away straight.

_Rich._ Now I thank you,

But what you do, do in a twinkling, Sir.

_Val._ As soon as may be. [_Exit._

_Enter Mother_, Viola, _and two Milk-maids_.

_Moth._ Is this the wench you have brought me? some catch I warrant.

How daringly she looks upon the matter!

_Madge._ Yes forsooth, this is the maiden.

_Moth._ Come hither, wou'd you serve?

_Vio._ If it shall please you to accept my service, I hope I shall do

something that shall like you, though it be but truth, and often

praying for you.

_Moth._ You are very curious of your hand methinks,

You preserve it so with gloves, let me see it;

I marry, here's a hand of march-pane, wenches,

This pretty palme never knew sorrow yet;

How soft it is I warrant you, and supple:

O' my word, this is fitter for a pocket to filch withal

Than to [work], I fear me little one,

You are no better than you should be; goe to.

_Vio._ My Conscience yet is but one witness to me,

And that heaven knows, is of mine innocence,

'Tis true, I must confess with shame enough,

The time that I have led, yet never taught me

What 'twas to break a sleep, or to be weary.

_Moth._ You can say well: if you be mine, wench, you must doe well

too, for words are but slow workers, yet so much hope I have of you,

that I'll take you, so you'll be diligent, and do your duty: how now?

_Enter_ Alexander.

_Alex._ There is a messenger come from your son,

That brings you word he is return'd from travel,

And will be here this night.

_Moth._ Now joy upon thee for it, thou art ever

A bringer of good tidings, there, drink that:

In troth thou hast much contented me, my Son!

Lord how thou hast pleas'd me, shall I see my Son

Yet e'r I dye? take care my house be handsome,

And the new stools set out, and boughs and rushes,

And flowers for the window, and the _Turky_ Carpet,

And the great parcel Salt, _Nan_, with the Cruets,

And prethee _Alexander_ goe to the Cook,

And bid him spare for nothing, my son's come home,

Who's come with him?

_Alex._ I hear of none yet, but a Gentlewoman.

_Moth._ A Gentlewoman? what Gentlewoman?

_Alex._ I know not, but such a one there is, he says.

_Moth._ Pray God he have not cast away himself

Upon some snout-fair piece, I do not like it.

_Alex._ No sure, my Master has more discretion.

_Moth._ [Well,] be it how it will, he shall be welcome.

Sirs to your tasks, and shew this little novice

How to bestir her self, I'll sort out things. [_Exit._

_Madge._ We will forsooth, I can tell you, my Mistriss is a stirring

woman.

_Nan._ Lord how she'll talk sometimes! 'tis the maddest cricket--

_Vio._ Methinks she talks well, and shews a great deal of good

huswivery, pray let me deck the chambers, shall I?

_Nan._ Yes, you shall, but do not scorn to be advis'd, Sister, for

there belongs more to that, than you are aware on; why [w]ould you

venture so fondly upon the strowings? there's mighty matters in them

I'll assure you, and in the spreading of a bough-pot, you may miss, if

you were ten years elder, if you take not a special care before you.

_Vio._ I will learn willingly, if that be all.

_Nan._ Sirrah where is't they say my young Master hath been?

_Madg._ Faith I know not, beyond the Sea, where they are born without

noses.

_Nan._ [Jesse blesse] us! without noses? how do they do for

handkerchiefs?

_Madg._ So _Richard_ says, and sirrah, their feet stand in their

foreheads.

_Nan._ That's fine by my troth, these men have pestilent running heads

then; do they speak as we do?

_Mag._ No, they never speak.

_Nan._ Are they cursend?

_Mag._ No, they call them Infidels, I know not what they are.

_Nan._ Sirrah, we shall have fine courting now my young master is come

home, were you never courted Sister?

_Vio._ Alas, I know it not.

_Mag._ What is that courting, sirrah?

_Nan._ I can tell, for I was once courted in the matted chamber, you

know the party _Madge_, faith he courted finely.

_Madg._ Pray thee what is't?

_Na[n]._ Faith, nothing but he was somewhat figent with me, faith 'tis

fine sport, this courting.

_Alex. within._ Where be the Maids there?

_Madg._ We shall be hang'd anon, away good wenches, and have a care

you dight things handsomly, I will look over you. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Mercury _and_ Maria.

_Mer._ If your sorrow will give you so far leave, pray think your self

most welcome to this place, for so upon my life you are, and for your

own fair sake, take truce awhile with these immoderate mournings.

_Wife._ I thank you Sir, I shall doe what I may;

Pray lead me to a chamber.

_Enter Mother and_ Alexander.

_Mer._ Presently,

Before your blessing Mother, I intreat ye

To know this Gentlewoman, and bid her welcome,

The virtuous wife of him that was my self

In all my travels.

_Moth._ Indeed she is most welcome, so are you son [_kneel._

Now all my blessing on thee; thou hast made me

Younger by 20 years, than I was yesterday,

Will you walk in? what ails this Gentlewoman?

Alas, I fear she is not well, good Gen[t]lewoman.

_Mer._ You fear right.

_Moth._ She has fasted over long,

You shall have supper presently o'th' board.

_Mer._ She will not eat; I can assure you Mother,

For Gods sake let your Maid conduct her up

Into some fair becoming Chamber

Fit for a woman of her Being, and

As soon as may be,

I know she's very ill, and wou'd have rest.

_Moth._ There is one ready for her, the blew chamber.

_Mer._ 'Tis well, I'll lead you to your chamber door

And there I'll leave you to your quiet, Mistriss.

_Wife._ I thank you, Sir, good rest to every one,

You'll see me once again to night, I hope. [_Exit._

_Mer._ When you shall please, I'll wait upon you, Lady.

_Moth._ Where are these maids, attend upon the Gentlewoman, and see

she want no good thing in the house? goodnight with all my heart

forsooth, good Lord how you are grown, is he not _Alexander_?

_Alex._ Yes truly, he's shot up finely, God be thanked.

_Mer._ An ill weed, Mother, will do so.

_Alex._ You say true, Sir, an ill weed grows apace.

_Mer._ _Alexander_ the sharp, you take [me] very quickly.

_Moth._ Nay, I can tell you, _Alexander_ will do it, do you read

madcap still?

_Alex._ Sometimes forsooth.

_Moth._ But faith Son, what Countreys have you travell'd?

_Mer._ Why many, Mother, as they lay before me, _France_, _Spain_,

_Italy_ and _Germany_, and other Provinces that I am sure, you are not

better'd by, when you hear of them.

_Moth._ And can you these tongues perfectly?

_Mer._ Of some a little, Mother.

_Moth._ Pray spout some _French_ Son.

_Mer._ You understand it not, and to your ears 'twill goe like an

unshod cart upon the stones, only a rough unhandsome sound.

_Moth._ [Faith] I would fain hear some _French_.

_Alex._ Good Sir, speak some _French_ to my Mistriss.

_Mer._ At your intreaty _Alexander_, I will, who shall I speak to?

_Alex._ If your worship will do me the favour Sir, to me.

_Mer._ _Mounseir_, _Poultron_, _Coukew_, _Cullione_, _Besay_, _Man

cur_.

_Alex._ _Awe Mounseir._

_Moth._ Ha, ha, ha, this fine indeed, gods blessing 'on thy heart Son,

by my troth thou art grown a proper Gentleman, cullen and pullen,

good god what [saucey] words they use beyond the seas, ha, ha, ha!

_Alex._ Did not [you sweare] right.

_Mer._ Yes good _Alexander_, if you had done so too,

But good Mother, I am very hungry, and have rid far to day, and am

fasting.

_Moth._ You shall have your supper presently, my sweet Son.

_Mer._ As soon as you please, which once ended,

I'll go and visit yo[n] sick Gentlewoman.

_Moth._ Come then. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Antonio _like a Post, with a Letter_.

_Ant._ I have ridden like a fury, to make up this work, and I will do

it bravely, e'r I leave it; this is the house I am sure.

_Enter_ Alexander.

_Alex._ Who wou'd you speak with, Sir?

_Ant._ Marry Sir, I would speak with a Gentlewoman, came this night

late here from the City, I have some Letters of importance to her,

I am a Post Sir, and would be dispa[t]ch'd in haste.

_Alex._ Sir, cannot I deliver 'em? for the truth is, she's ill, and

in her chamber.

_Ant._ Pray pardon me, I must needs speak with her, my business is so

weighty.

_Alex._ I'll tell her so, and bring you present word.

_Ant._ Pray do so, and I'll attend her, pray god the grief of my

imagined death, spoil not what I intend, I hope it will not.

_Alex._ Though she be very ill, and desires no trouble,

Yet if your business be so urgent, you may come up and speak with her.

_Ant._ I thank you Sir, I follow you. [_Exit_ Alex.

_Enter Wife._

_Wife._ What should this fellow be i'th' name of Heaven, that comes

with such post business? sure my Husband hath reveal'd himself, and in

this haste sent after me, are you the Post my friend?

_Enter_ Anto[n]io.

_Ant._ Yes forsooth Mistriss.

_Wife._ What good news hast thou brought me gentle Post?

For I have woe and grief too much already.

_Ant._ I would you had less, Mistriss, I could wish it, beshrew my

heart she moves me cruelly.

_Wife._ Have I found you once more Jugler? well Jewel, thou hast only

virtue in thee, of all I read of yet; what ears has this ass to betray

him with? well, what's your business then?

_Ant._ I have brought a Letter from your servant, Mistriss, in haste.

_Wife._ Pray give it me, I hope the best still.

_Ant._ This is the upshot, and I know I have hit it,

Well, if the spirits of the dead do walk, I shall

Hear more of this one hundred years hence.

_Wife._ By any means you must have special care, for now the City is

possest for certain, my Master is made away, which for ought I know is

[a] truth indeed; good Mistriss leave your grief, and see your danger,

and let that wise and noble Gentleman with whom you are, be your right

hand in all things.

_Ant._ Now do I know I have the better on't, by the languishing of her

eye at this near instant, 'tis still simming in her blood, in coyning

somewhat to turn _Mercury_, I know it.

_Wife._ He is my Husband, and 'tis reasonable he should command in all

things, since he will be an ass against the hair, at his own peril be

it, in the morn you shall have a pacquet, till when, I must intreat

you stay, you shall not lose by it.

_Ant._ I do not doubt it, Mistriss; I'll leave you to your rest, and

wait your pleasure.

_Wife._ Do, and seek out the Gentleman of the house, bid him come to

me presently.

_Ant._ Who, Mr. _Mercury_?

_Wife._ Do you know him, Post?

_Ant._ Only by sight forsooth, now I remember your servant will'd me

to let you know he is the only man, you [and] your fortunes, are now

to rest upon.

_Wife._ Prethee no more, I know all this already.

_Ant._ I'll take my leave now, I am made for ever. [_Exit._

_Wife._ Good night, I am provided for you, my fine youth. [_Exit._

_Enter Mother, beating_ Viola, Alexander _with a broken Glass_.

_Mother._ I'll make thee have more care.

_Viola._ Good Mistriss pardon me.

_Moth._ Thou'lt ne'r be good I warrant thee, can your fine fingers

hold no faster?

_Viola._ Indeed it was against my will.

_Moth._ _Alexander_, let's see the glass, as I am true kirsome woman,

it is one of the chrystal glasses my Cosin sent me, and the baggage

hath broke it where it cannot be mended, _Alexander_, can _Humphrey_

mend this think you?

_Alex._ No truly, this will ne'er be mended.

_Vio._ Truly I meant but to wash it for the Gentlewoman that is sick

above, and shaking out the water, knockt it against the pail side.

_Moth._ Did you so? be sure I'll stop it, 'twill make a good gap in

your quarters wages, I can tell you.

_Viola._ I pray forgive me, and let me have no wages this first

quarter.

_Moth._ Go whimling, and fetch two or three grating loaves out of the

Kitching, to make Ginger-bread of, 'tis such an untoward thing.

[_Exit_ Viola.

_Alex._ She's somewhat simple indeed, she knew not what a kimnel was,

she wants good nurture mightily.

_Moth._ My Son tells me, _Alexander_, that this young widow means to

sojourn here, she offers largely for her board, I may offer her good

cheer, prethee make a step i'th' morning down to the Parsonage for

some Pigeons; what are you mad there? what noise is that? are you at

bowls within? why do you whine?

_Enter_ Viola _weeping_.

_Vio._ I have done another fault, I beseech you sweet Mistriss forgive

me.

_Moth._ What's the matter?

_Vio._ As I was reaching for the bread that lay upon the shelf, I have

thrown down the minc'd meat, that should have made the pies to morrow.

_Moth._ Get thee out of my house, thou filthy destroying Harlot, thou,

I'll not keep thee an hour longer.

_Vio._ Good Mistriss, beat me rather for my fault, as much as it

deserves, I do not know whither to go.

_Moth._ No I warrant thee, out of my doors.

_Vio._ Indeed I'll mend, I pray speak you for me.

_Alex._ If thou hadst hurl'd down any thing but the Pie-meat, I would

have spoke for thee, but I cannot find in my heart now.

_Moth._ Art thou here yet? I think I must have an Officer to thrust

thee out of my doors, must I?

_Vio._ Why, you may stop this in my wages too,

For God's sake do, I'll find my self this year;

And let me stay.

_Mer._ Thou't spoil ten times as much, I'll cudgel thee out of my

doors.

_Vio._ I am assur'd you are more merciful,

Than thus to beat me and discharge me too.

_Moth._ Dost thou dispute with me, _Alexander_ carry the prating

hilding forth.

_Vio._ Good Mistriss hear me, I have here a Jewel,

My Mother left me, and 'tis something worth:

Receive it, and when all my faults together

Come to the worth of that, then turn me forth,

Till then I pray you keep me.

_Moth._ What giggombob have we here? pray god you have not pilfred

this somewhere, th'art such a puling thing, wipe your eyes, and rise,

go your ways, _Alexander_, bid the Cook mince some more meat, come,

and get you to bed quickly, that you may up betime i'th' morning a

milking, or you and I shall fall out worse yet.

[_Exit Moth, and_ Alex.

_Vio._ She has hurt my arm; I am afraid she is a very angry woman, but

bless him heaven that did me the most wrong, I am afraid _Antonio's_

wife should see me, she will know me.

_Mother within._ _Melvia._

_Vio._ I am coming, she's not angry agen I hope. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Mercury.

_Mer._ Now what am I the better for enjoying

This woman that I lov'd so? all I find,

That I before imagined to be happy:

Now I have done, it turns to nothing else

But a poor pitied, and a base repentance,

Udsfoot, I am monstrous angry with my self:

Why should a man that has discourse and reason,

And knows how near he loses all in these things,

Covet to have his wishes satisfied;

Which when they are, are nothing but the shame

I do begin to loath this woman strangely,

And I think justly too, that durst adventure,

Flinging away her modesty to take

A stranger to her bed, her Husbands body

Being scarce cold in the earth for her content,

It was no more to take my senses with

Than if I had an idle dream in sleep

Yet I have made her promises: which grieves me,

And I must keep 'em too, I think she hunts me:

The devil cannot keep these women off,

When they are fletched once.

_Enter Wife in night attire._

_Wife._ To bed for gods sake Sir, why do you stay here?

Some are up i'th' house, I heard the wife,

Good dear sweet-heart to bed.

_Mer._ Why, I am going! why do you follow me?

You would not have it known I hope, pray get you

Back to your chamber, the doors hard by for me,

Let me alone, I warrant you this it is

To thresh well, I have got a customer,

Will you go to bed?

_Wife._ Will you?

_Mer._ Yes, I am going.

_Wife._ Then remember your promise you made to marry me.

_Mer._ I will, but it was your fault, that it came

To this pinch now, that it must need remembrance:

For out of honesty I offer'd you

To marry you first, why did you slack that offer?

_Wife._ Alas I told you the inconvenience of it,

And what wrong it would appear to the world

If I had married [you] in such post-haste

After his death: beside, the foolish people

Would have been bold to have thought we had lain together

in his time, and like enough imagin'd

We two had murther'd him.

_Mer._ I love her tongue yet,

If I were a Saint

A gilded Saint, and such a thing as this

Should prate thus wittily and feelingly

Unto my Holiness, I cannot tell,

But I fear shrewdly I should do something

That would quite scratch me out o'th' Kalender,

And if I stay longer talking with her,

Though I am mad at what I have done already,

Yet I shall forget my self again;

I feel the Devil

Ready to hold my stirrop; pray to bed, good night.

_Wife._ This kiss, good night sweet Love,

And peace goe with thee: thou hast prov'd thy self

The honestest man that ever was entic'd

To that sweet sin as people please to call it,

Of lying with anothers wife, and I,

I think the honestest woman without blushing,

That ever lay with another man, I sent my Husband

Into a Cellar, post, fearing, and justly

He should have known him, which I did not purpose

Till I had had my end.

Well, now this plot is perfect, let him brag on't. [_Exit._

_Actus Quintus. Scaena Prima._

_Enter Justice and_ Curio _with a Paper_.

_Just._ Birlady Sir, you have rid hard that you have.

_Cur._ They that have business, must do so, I take it.

_Just._ You say true, when set you out my friend?

_Cur._ About ten a clock, and I have rid all night.

_Just._ By the mass you are tough indeed, I have seen the day, I would

have rid too with the proudest of them, and fling dirt in their faces,

and I have don't with this foolish boy, Sir, many a time; but what can

last always? 'tis done, 'tis done now, Sir, age, care, and office,

brings us to our footcloaths, the more the pity.

_Curio._ I believe that, Sir, but will it please you to read the

business?

_Just._ My friend, I can read, and I can tell you when.

_Cur._ Would I could too Sir, for my haste requires it.

_Just._ Whence comes it do you say?

_Cur._ Sir from the City.

_Just._ Oh from the City, 'tis a reverent place.

_Curio._ And his justice be as short as his memory,

A Dudgion Dagger will serve him to mow down sin withal,

What clod-pole Commissioner is this?

_Just._ And by my faith, govern'd by worthy members,

Discreet and upright.

_Cur._ Sir, they are beholding to you, you have given some of them a

commendations, they were not worthy of this twenty years.

_Just._ Go to, go to, you have a merry meaning, I have found you Sir,

i' faith, you are a wag, away, fie now I'll read Your Letter.

_Cur._ Pray do Sir; what a misery 'tis

To have an urgent business wait the Justice

Of such an old Tuff-taffata that knows not,

Nor can be brought to understand more sence,

Than how to restore supprest Alehouses,

And have his man compound small trespasses,

For ten groats.

_Just._ Sir, it seems here your business is of a deeper circumstance

than I conceiv'd it for; what do you mean, Sir?

_Cur._ 'Tis for mine own ease I'll assure your Worship.

_Just._ It shall not be i' faith friend, here I have it,

That one _Antonio_ a Gentleman, I take it so,

Yes, it is so, a Gentleman is lately thought to

Have been made away, and by my faith, upon a

Pearls ground too, if you consider; well, there's

Knavery in't, I see that without spectacles.

_Cur._ Sure this fellow deals in revelation, he's so hidden,

Goe thy ways, thou wilt stick a bench spit as formally,

And shew thy Agot, and hatch'd chain

As well as the best of them.

_Just._ And now I have consider'd, I believe it.

_Cur._ What Sir?

_Just._ That he was murdered.

_Cur._ Did you know him?

_Just._ No.

_Cur._ Nor how it is suppos'd.

_Just._ No, nor I care not two-pence, those are toys and yet I verily

believe he was murdered, as sure as I believe thou art a man, I never

fail'd in these things yet, w'are a man that's beaten to these

matters, experience is a certain conceal'd thing that fails not: pray

let me ask you one thing, why do you come to me?

_Cur._ Because the Letter is addrest to you, being the nearest

Justice.

_Just._ The nearest? is that all?

_Cur._ I think it be Sir, I would be loth you should be the wisest.

_Just._ Well Sir, as it is, I will endeavour in it; yet if it had come

to me by name, I know not, but I think it had been as soon dispatcht

as by another, and with as round a wisdom, I, and as happily, but

that's all one: I have born this place this thirty years, and upwards,

and with sufficient credit, and they may when they please, know me

better; to the nearest? well.

_Cur._ Sir, it is not my fault, for had I known you sooner--

_Just._ I thank you Sir, I know it.

_Cur._ I'll be sworn you should have plaid for [any] business now.

_Just._ And further, they have specified unto me, his Wife is sorely

suspected in this matter, as a main cause.

_Cur._ I think she be Sir, for no other cause can be yet found.

_Just._ And one _Mercury_ a traveller, with whom they say directly she

is run away, and as they think this way.

_Cur._ I knew all this before.

_Just._ Well Sir, this _Mercury_ I know, and his breeding, a neighbors

child hard by, you have been happy, Sir, in coming hither.

_Cur._ Then you know where to have him, Sir?

_Just._ I do Sir, he dwells near me.

_Cur._ I doubt your Worship dwels near a knave then.

_Just._ I think so; pray put on: but 'tis a wonder

To see how graceless people are now given,

And how base virtue is accounted with them

That should be all in all, as says a wise man.

I tell you Sir, and it is true, that there have been such murthers,

and of late days, as 'twould make your very heart bleed in you, and

some of them as I shall be enabled, I will tell you, it fell out of

late days.

_Cur._ It may be so, but will it please you to proceed in this?

_Just._ An honest Weaver, and as good a workman, as e'er shot shuttle,

and as close: but every man must dye; this honest Weaver being a

little mellow in his Ale, that was the evidence _verbatim_, Sir, God

bless the mark, sprung his neck just in this place: well _Jarvis_,

thou hadst wrongs, and if I live some of the best shall sweat for't,

then a wench--

_Cur._ But Sir, you have forgot my business.

_Just._ A sober pretty maid about 17, they say, certainly, howsoever

'tis shuffled, she burst her self, and fondly, if it be so, with

Furmety at a Churching, but I think the Devil had another agent in't:

either of which, if I can catch, shall stretch for't.

_Cur._ This is a mad Justice that will hang the Devil; but I would you

would be short in this, before that other notice can be given.

_Just._ Sir, I will doe discreetly what is fitting; what, _Antonio_?

_Ant. within._ Your Worship.

_Just._ Put on your best coat, and let your fellow _Mark_ goe to the

Constable, and bid him aid me with all the speed he can, and all the

power, and provide Pen and Ink to take their confessions, and my long

sword: I cannot tell what danger we may meet with; you'll go with us?

_Cur._ Yes, what else? I came to that end to accuse both parties.

_Just._ May I crave what you are?

_Cur._ Faith Sir, one that to be known would not profit you, more than

a near kinsman of the dead _Antonio's_.

_Just._ 'Tis well, I am sorry for my neighbor, truly, that he had no

more grace, 'twill kill his Mother; she's a good old woman, will you

walk in? I'll but put my cloak on, and my chain off, and a clean band,

and have my shooes blackt over, and shift my Jerkin, and we'll to our

business, and you shall see how I can bolt these matters.

_Cur._ As soon as't please you, Sir. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Valerio, _and_ Richardo.

_Val._ This is the place; here did I leave the Maid

Alone last night, drying her tender eyes,

Uncertain what to do, and yet desirous

To have me gone.

_Rich._ How rude are all we men,

That take the name of _Civil_ to our selves!

If she had set her foot upon an earth

Where people live that we call barbarous;

Though they had had no house to bring her to,

They would have spoil'd the glory, that the spring

Has deckt the trees in, and with willing hands

Have torn their branches down, and every man

Would have become a builder for her sake.

What time left you her there?

_Val._ I left her, when the Sun had so much to sett,

As he is now got from his place of rise.

_Rich._ So near the night she could not wander far;

Fair _Viola_!

_Val._ It is in vain to call, she sought a house

Without all question.

_Rich._ Peace, fair _Viola_?

Fair _Viola_? who should have left her here

On such a ground? if you had meant to lose her,

You might have found there were no ecchos here

To take her name, and carry it about,

When her true Lover came to mourn for her,

Till all the neighboring valleys and the hills,

Resounded _Viola_,--

And such a place,

You should have chose--

You pity us because

The dew a little wets our feet,

Unworthy far to seek her in the wet;

And what becomes of her? where wandred she,

With two showers raining on her, from her eyes

Continually, abundantly, from which

There's neither tree nor house to shelter her;

Will you go with me to travel?

_Val._ Whither?

_Rich._ Over all the world.

_Val._ No by my faith, I'll make a shorter journey

When I do travel.

_Rich._ But there's no hope

To gain my end in any shorter way.

_Val._ Why, what's your end?

_Rich._ It is to search the earth,

Till we have found two in the shapes of men,

As wicked as our selves.

_Val._ 'Twere not so hard to find out those.

_Rich._ Why, if we find them out,

It were the better, for what brave villany,

Might we four do? we wou'd not keep together:

For every one has treachery enough

For twenty countreys, one should trouble _Asia_,

Another should sow strife in _Africa_;

But you should play the knave, in at home in _Europe_,

And for _America_ let me alone.

_Val._ Sir, I am honester,

Than you know how to be, and can no more

Be wrong'd, but I shall find my self aright.

_Rich._ If you had any spark of honesty,

You would not think that honester than I,

Were a praise high enough to serve your turn:

If men were commonly so bad as I,

Thieves would be put in Calendars for Saints;

And bones of murderers would work miracles.

I am a kind of knave, of knave so much

There is betwixt me, and the vilest else--

But the next place of all to mine is yours.

_Enter two Milk-maids and_ Viola _with pails_.

_Val._ That last is she, 'tis she.

_Rich._ Let us away, we shall infect her, let her have the wind,

And we will kneel down here.

_Vio._ Wenches away, for here are men.

_Val._ Fair maid, I pray you stay.

_Vio._ Alas, agen?

_Rich._ Why do you lay hold on her? I pray heartily let her go.

_Val._ With all my heart, I do not mean to hurt her.

_Rich._ But stand away then for the purest bodies

Will soonest take infection, stand away,

But for infecting her my self, by heaven,

I would come there, and beat thee further off.

_Vio._ I know that voice and face.

_Val._ You are finely mad, g[o]dbwy Sir, now you are here together,

I'll leave [y]ou so, god send you good luck, both; when you are

soberer, you'll give me thanks. [_Exit._

_Madg._ Wilt thou go milk? come.

_Nan._ Why dost not come?

_Madge._ She nods, she's asleep.

_Nan._ What wert up so early?

_Madge._ I think yon man's mad to kneel there, nay [come] away, uds

body, _Nan_, help, she looks black i'th face, She's in a sound.

_Nan._ And you be a man, come hither, and help a woman.

_Rich._ Come thither? you are a fool.

_Nan._ And you a knave and a beast that you are.

_Rich._ Come hither, 'twas my being now so near,

That made [her] swound, and you are wicked people,

Or you wou'd do so too; my venom eyes

Strike innocency dead at such a distance,

Here I'll kneel, for this is out of distance.

_Nan._ Th'art a prating ass, there's no goodness in thee,

I warrant, how dost thou?

_Vio._ Why? well.

_Madge._ Art thou able to go?

_Vio._ No, pray go you and milk, if I be able to come

I'll follow you, if not, Til sit here,

Till you come back.

_Nan._ I am loth to leave thee here with yon wild fool.

_Vio._ I know him well, I warrant thee he will not hurt me.

_Madge._ Come then _Nan_. [_Exeunt Maids._

_Rich._ How do you? be not fearfull, for I hold my hands

Before my mouth, and speak, and so

My breath can never blast you.

_Vio._ 'Twas enough to use me ill, though you had never sought me to

mock me, why kneel you so far off, were not that gesture better us'd

in prayer, had I dealt so with you, I should not sleep, till [God] and

you had both forgiven me.

_Rich._ I do not mock, nor lives there such a villain

That can do any thing contemptible

To you, but I do kneel, because it is

An action very fit and reverent,

In presence of so pure a creature,

And so far off, as fearful to offend,

One too much wrong'd already.

_Vio._ You confess you did the fault, yet scorn to come,

So far as hither, to ask pardon for't;

Which I could willingly afford to come,

To you to grant, good Sir if you have

A better love, may you be blest together.

She shall not wish you better than I will,

I but offend you, there are all the Jewels

I stole, and all the love I ever had,

I leave behind with you, I'll carry none

To give another may the next maid you try

Love you no worse, nor be no worse than I.

_Rich._ Do not leave me yet for all my fault,

Search out the next things to impossible,

And put me on them when they are effected,

I may with better modesty receive

Forgiveness from you.

_Vio._ I will set no pennance,

To gain the great forgiveness you desire:

But to come hither and take me and it,

Or else I'll come and beg, so you will grant,

That you will be content to be forgiven.

_Rich._ Nay, I will come since you [will] have it so,

And since you please to pardon me I hope

Free from infection, here I am by you;

A careless man, a breaker of my faith,

A lothsome drunkard; and in that wild fury:

A hunter after whores: I do beseech you,

To pardon all these faults, and take me up

An honest, sober, and a faithful man.

_Vio._ For [gods] sake, urge your faults no more, but mend,

All the forgiveness I can make you, is,

To love you, which I will do, and desire

Nothing but love again, which if I have not

Yet I will love you still.

_Rich._ Oh Women, that some one of you will take,

An everlasting pen into your hands:

And grave in paper which the writ shall make,

More lasting than the marble Monuments,

Your matchless virtues to posterities:

Which the defective race of envious man,

Strive to conceal.

_Vio._ Methinks I would not now for any thing,

But you had mist me, I have made a story,

Will serve to waste many a winters fire

When we are old, I'll [tell] my daughters then,

The miseries their Mother had in love:

And say, my girls be wiser, yet I would not

Have had more wit my self, take up those Jewels,

For I think I hear my fellows coming.

_Enter the Milk-maids with their pails._

_Madge._ How dost thou now?

_Vio._ Why, very well I thank you, 'tis late, shall I haste home?

_Nan._ I prethee we shall be shent soundly.

_Madge._ Why does that railing man goe with us?

_Vio._ I prethee speak well of him, on my word,

He's an honest man.

_Nan._ There was never any so one's complexion, a Gentleman?

I'de be asham'd to have such a foul mouth. [_Exeunt._

_Enter Mother_, Alexander, Andrugio, _and his man_ Rowland.

_Moth._ How now _Alexander_, what Gentleman is this?

_Alex._ Indeed forsooth I know not, I found him at the market full of

woe, crying a lost daughter, and telling all her tokens to the people;

and what you wot? by all subscription in the world, it should be our

new Maid _Melvia_, one would little think it, therefore I was bold to

tell him of her Mistriss.

_Moth._ _Melvia?_ It cannot be, fool, alas you know she is a poor

wench, and I took her in upon mere charity.

_And._ So seem'd my daughter when she went away, as she had made her

self.

_Moth._ What stature was your child of, Sir?

_And._ Not high, and of a brown complexion,

Her Hair aborn, a round face, which some friends that flattered me,

would say 'twould be a good one.

_Alex._ This is still _Melvia_, Mistriss, that's the truth on't.

_Moth._ It may be so, I'll promise you.

_Alex._ Well, goe thy ways, the flower of our Town, for a hand and a

foot, I shall never see thy fellow.

_Moth._ But had she not such toyes, as Bracelets, Rings, and Jewels?

_And._ She was something bold indeed, to take such things that night

she left me.

_Moth._ Then belike she run away?

_And._ Though she be one I love, I dare not lye, she did indeed.

_Moth._ What think you of this Jewel?

_And._ Yes, this was one of them, and this was mine, you have made me

a new man, I thank you for it.

_Moth._ Nay, and she be given to filching, there is your Jewel, I am

clear on't: but by your leave, Sir, you shall answer me for what is

lost since she came hither, I can tell you, there lye things

scattering in every place about the house.

_Alex._ As I am virtuous, I have the lyingst old Gentlewoman to my

Mistriss, and the most malicious, the devil a good word will she give

a servant, that's her old rule; and God be thanked, they'll give her

as few, there is perfect love on both sides, it yearns my heart to

[heare] the wench misconstrued, a careful soul she is, I'll be sworn

for her, and when she's gone, let them say what they will, they may

cast their caps at such another.

_And._ What you have lost by her, with all my heart

I'll see you double paid for, you have say'd

With your kind pity, two that must not live

Unless it be to thank you; take this Jewel,

This strikes off none of her offences, Mistriss,

Would I might see her.

_Moth._ _Alexander_, run, and bid her make haste home, she's at the

milking Close; but tell her not by any means who's here, I know she'll

be too fearful.

_Alex._ Well, we'll have a posset yet at parting, that's my comfort,

and one round, or else I'll lose my Will. [_Exit._

_And._ You shall find _Silvio_, _Uberto_, and _Pedro_ enquiring for

the Wench at the next Town, tell them she is found, and where I am,

and with the favor of this Gentlewoman, desire them to come hither.

_Moth._ I pray do, they shall be all welcome. [_Exit Serv._

_Enter Justice,_ Curio, _and_ Mark.

_Just._ By your leave forsooth, you shall see me find the parties by a

slight.

_Moth._ Who's that, Mr. Justice? how do you, Sir?

_Just._ Why, very well, and busie, where's your Son?

_Moth._ He's within, Sir.

_Just._ Hum, and how does the young woman my Cosin, that came down

with him.

_Moth._ She's above, as a woman in her case may be.

_Just._ You have confest it? then sirrah call in the Officers: she's

no Cosin of mine; a mere trick to discover all.

_Moth._ To discover? what?

_Enter_ Mark _and Officers_.

_Just._ You shall know that anon: I think [you] have overreached you;

oh welcome, enter the house, and by virtue of my warrant which you

have there, seize upon the bodily persons of those whose names are

there written, to wit, one _Mercury_, and the wife of one _Antonio_.

_Moth._ For what.

_Just._ Away I say,

This Gentleman shall certifie you for what. [_Ex. Officer._

_Moth._ He can accuse my Son of nothing, he came from travel but

within these two days.

_Just._ There hangs a tale.

_Moth._ I should be sorry this should fall out at any time: but

especially now Sir; will you favour me so much, as to let me know of

what you accuse him?

_Cur._ Upon suspition of murther.

_Moth._ Murther? I defie thee.

_Cur._ I pray God he may prove himself innocent.

_Just._ Fie, say not so, you shew your self to be no good

Common-wealths man: for the more are hang'd the better 'tis for the

Common-wealth.

_Moth._ By this rule you were best hang your self.

_Just._ I forgive your honest mirth ever: Oh welcome, welcome _Mark_.

_Enter_ Mark _and Officers, with_ Mercury _and the Wife_.

Your Pen, Ink, and Paper, to take their examinations.

_Mer._ Why do you pull me so? I'll go alone.

_Just._ Let them stand, let them stand quietly, whilst they are

examin'd?

_Wife._ What will you examine us of?

_Just._ Of _Antonio's_ murther.

_Mer._ Why, he was my friend.

_Wife._ He was my Husband.

_Just._ The more shame for you both; _Mark_, your Pen and Ink.

_Moth._ Pray God all be well, I never knew any of these travellers

come to good; I beseech you, Sir, be favourable to my Son.

_Just._ Gentlewoman, hold you content, I would it were come to that!

_Mer._ For gods sake mother, why kneel you to such a pig-brib'd

fellow? he has surfeited of Geese, and they have put him into a fit of

Justice; let him do his worst.

_Just._ Is your paper ready?

_Mark._ I am ready, Sir.

_Enter_ Antonio.

_Just._ Accuse them, Sir, I command thee to lay down accusations

against these persons, in behalf of the State, and first look upon the

parties to be accus'd, and deliver your name.

_Cur._ My name is _Curio_, my murthered kinsman

If he were living now, I should not know him,

'Tis so long since we saw one another.

_Ant._ My Cosin _Curio_?

_Cur._ But thus much from the mouths of his servants, and others,

whose examinations I have in writing about me, I can accuse them of;

this _Mercury_, the last night, but this last, lay in _Antonio's_

house, and in the night he rose, raising _Antonio_, where privately

they were in talk an hour, to what end I know not: but of likelyhood,

finding _Antonio's_ house not a fit place to murder him in, he

suffered him to go to bed again, but in the morning early, he train'd

him I think forth, after which time he never saw his home; his cloaths

were found near the place where _Mercury_ was, and the people at first

denyed they saw him: but at last he made a friv[o]lous tale, that

there he shifted himself into a Footmans habit: but in short, the next

hour this woman went to _Mercury_, and in her Coach they posted

hither; true accusations, I have no more, and I will make none.

_Just._ No more? we need no more, sirrah, be drawing their Mittimus

before we hear their answer. What say you Sir? are you guilty of this

murther?

_Mer._ No Sir.

_Just._ Whether you are or no, confess, it will be the better for you.

_Mer._ If I were guilty, your Rhetorick could not fetch it forth: but

though I am innocent, I confess, that if I were a stander by, these

circ[u]mstances urg'd, which are true, would make me doubtless believe

the accused parties, to be guilty.

_Just._ Write down, that he being a stander by; for so you see he is,

doth doubtlesly believe the accused parties, which is himself to be

guilty.

_Mer._ I say no such thing.

_Just._ Write it down I say, we'll try that.

_Mer._ I care not what you write, pray God you did not kill him for my

love, though I am free from this, we both deserve--

_Wife._ Govern your tongue I pray you, all is well, my Husband lives,

I know it, and I see him.

_Just._ They whisper, sever them quickly I say, Officers, why do you

let them prompt one another, Gentlewoman, what say you to this, are

not you guilty?

_Wife._ No, as I hope for mercy.

_Just._ But are not those circumstances true, that this Gentleman hath

so shortly and methodically deliver'd?

_Wife._ They are, and what you do with me, I care not,

Since he is dead, in whom was all my care:

You knew him not.

_Just._ No, an't been better for you too, and you had never known him.

_Wife._ Why then you did not know the worlds chief joy,

His face so manly as it had been made,

To fright the world, yet he so sweetly temper'd;

That he would make himself a natural fool,

To do a noble kind[n]ess for a friend.

He was a man whose name I'll not out-live,

Longer than heaven, whose Will must be obey'd;

Will have me do.

_Ant._ And I will quit thy kindness.

_Just._ Before me, she has made the tears stand in mine eyes, but I

must be austere, Gentlewoman; you must confess this murder.

_Wife._ I cannot, Sir, I did it not, but I desire to see those

examinations which this Gentleman acknowledges to have about him, for

but late last night I receiv'd Letters from the City, yet I heard of

no confession, then.

_Just._ You shall see them time enough I warrant you, but Letters you

say you had, where are those Letters?

_Wife._ Sir, they are gone.

_Just._ Gone? whither are they gone?

How have you dispos'd of 'em?

_Wife._ Why Sir, they are for womens matters, and so I use 'em.

_Just._ Who writ 'em?

_Wife._ A man of mine.

_Just._ Who brought 'em?

_Wife._ A Post.

_Just._ A Post? there is some great haste sure, aha, where is that

Post?

_Wife._ Sir, there he stands..

_Just._ Does he so? bring hither that Post, I am afraid that Post will

prove a knave; come hither Post, what? what can you say concerning the

murder of _Antonio_?

_Ant._ What's that to you?

_Just._ Oh Post, you have no answer ready, have you? I'll have one

from you.

_Ant._ You shall have no more from me than you have; you examine an

honest Gentleman and Gentlewoman here, 'tis pitty such fools as you

should be i'th Commission.

_Just._ Say you so Post, take away that Post, whip him and bring him

again quickly, I'll hamper you Post.

_Mer._ 'Tis _Antonio_, I know him now as well; what an irregular fool

is this!

_Ant._ Whip me? hold off.

_Wife._ Oh good Sir whip him, by his murmuring he should know

something of my Husbands death; that may quit me, for gods sake

fetch't out.

_Just._ Whip him I say.

_Ant._ Who is't dares whip me now?

_Wife._ Oh my lov'd Husband.

_Mer._ My most worthy friend? where have you been so long?

_Ant._ I cannot speak for joy.

_Just._ Why, what's the matter now, and shall not Law then have her

course?

_Andra._ It shall h[a]ve no other course than it has I think.

_Just._ It shall have other course before I go, or I'll beat my

brains, and I say it was not honestly done of him to discover himself

before the parties accus'd were executed, that Law might have had her

course, for then the kingdom flourishes.

_Ant._ But such a wife as thou, had never any man, and such a friend

as he, believe me wife, shall never be [a] good wife, love my friend,

friend love my wife, hark friend.

_Just._ _Mark_, if we can have nothing to do, you shall swear the

peace of some body.

_Mark._ Yes Sir.

_Ant._ By my troth I am sorry my wife is so obstinate, sooth, if I

could yet do thee any good, I wou'd, faith I wou'd.

_Mer._ I thank you Sir, I have lost that passion.

_Ant._ Cosin _Curio_, you and I must be better acquainted.

_Cur._ It is my wish, Sir.

_Ant._ I should not have known you neither, 'tis so long since we saw,

we were but children then: but you have shew'd your self an honest man

to me.

_Cur._ I would be ever so.

_Enter_ Richardo _and_ Viola.

_Moth._ Look you, who's there.

_And._ Say nothing to me, for thy peace is made.

_Rich._ Sir, I can nothing say,

But that you are her Father, you can both

Not only pardon, when you have a wrong,

But love where you have most injury.

_Just._ I think I shall hear of no hanging this year, there's A Tinker

and a Whore yet, the Cryer said, that rob'd her, and are in prison, I

hope they shall be hang'd.

_And._ No truly Sir, they have broke prison.

_Just._ 'Tis no matter, then [t]he Jaylor shall be hang'd.

_And._ You are deceiv'd in that too, Sir, 'twas known to be against

his will, and he hath got his pardon, I think for nothing, but if it

doth cost him any thing, I'll pay it.

_Just._ _Mark_, up with your papers, away.

_Mer._ Oh you shall stay dinner, I have a couple of brawling

neighbors, that I'll assure you will not agree, and you shall have

the hearing of their matter.

_Just._ With all my heart.

_Mer._ Go, Gentlemen, go in.

_Rich._ Oh _Viola_, that no succeeding age,

Might loose the memory of what thou wert,

But such an overswayed Sex is yours,

That all the virtuous actions you can do,

Are but as men will call them; and I swear,

'Tis my belief, that women want but ways;

To praise their deeds, but men want deeds to praise. [_Exeunt omnes._