Mi.No farther, dig here, and lay her in quickly.Lur.What light is that Boy, we shall be discover'd;Set the Coffin up an end, and get behind me,There's no avoiding.Boy.Oh!Ju.Where's that groan? I begin to be afraid.Ser.What shall we do Sir?Ju.We are almost at home now, thou must go forward,Perhaps 'twas my imagination.Lur.'Tis he?Boy.I know him too, let me alone.Ser.Oh Sir, a Ghost, the very Ghost of Mistress Bride,I have no power to run away.Ju.Cursed Ghost, bless me, preserve me,I do command thee what so ere thou art,I do conjure thee leave me; do not fright me;If thou beest a devil vex me not so soon,If thou beestThe spirit of my wife.Boy.Thy Wife.Ju.I shall be tormented.Boy.Thy abus'd wife, that cannot peaceablyEnjoy her death, thou hast an evil conscience.Ju.I know it.Boy.Among thy other sins which black thy soul,Call to thy mind thy vow made to another,Whom thou hast wrong'd, and make her satisfactionNow I am dead, thou perjur'd man: or elseA thousand black tormentors shall pursue thee,Untill thou leap into eternal flames;Where gold which thou ador[e]'st here on earthMelted, the fiends shall powre into thy throat;For this time pass, go home and think upon me.Lur.Away.Ser.There are more spirits.Ju.Thank you dear wife,I'll bestow twenty nobles of a Tomb for thee,Thou shalt not walk and catch cold after death.[They go Backward in.Lu.So, so, they'r gone, 'twas my ingenious rascal:But how dost thou know he made vows to another?Boy.I over-heard the woman talk to night on't;But now let's lose no time Sir, pray lets buryThis Gentlewoman, where's my Mistress?
Mi.No farther, dig here, and lay her in quickly.
Lur.What light is that Boy, we shall be discover'd;Set the Coffin up an end, and get behind me,There's no avoiding.
Boy.Oh!
Ju.Where's that groan? I begin to be afraid.
Ser.What shall we do Sir?
Ju.We are almost at home now, thou must go forward,Perhaps 'twas my imagination.
Lur.'Tis he?
Boy.I know him too, let me alone.
Ser.Oh Sir, a Ghost, the very Ghost of Mistress Bride,I have no power to run away.
Ju.Cursed Ghost, bless me, preserve me,I do command thee what so ere thou art,I do conjure thee leave me; do not fright me;If thou beest a devil vex me not so soon,If thou beestThe spirit of my wife.
Boy.Thy Wife.
Ju.I shall be tormented.
Boy.Thy abus'd wife, that cannot peaceablyEnjoy her death, thou hast an evil conscience.
Ju.I know it.
Boy.Among thy other sins which black thy soul,Call to thy mind thy vow made to another,Whom thou hast wrong'd, and make her satisfactionNow I am dead, thou perjur'd man: or elseA thousand black tormentors shall pursue thee,Untill thou leap into eternal flames;Where gold which thou ador[e]'st here on earthMelted, the fiends shall powre into thy throat;For this time pass, go home and think upon me.
Lur.Away.
Ser.There are more spirits.
Ju.Thank you dear wife,I'll bestow twenty nobles of a Tomb for thee,Thou shalt not walk and catch cold after death.[They go Backward in.
Lu.So, so, they'r gone, 'twas my ingenious rascal:But how dost thou know he made vows to another?
Boy.I over-heard the woman talk to night on't;But now let's lose no time Sir, pray lets buryThis Gentlewoman, where's my Mistress?
Enter Mistress.
Mi.Here I durst not tarry.Lu.We ha so cosen'd the old forty i'th hundred,And the devil hinder him not, he'll go a pilgrimage;But come, about our business, set her down again.Mar.Oh!Lur.She groans, ha.Mar.Oh!Lur.Again, she stirs.Mi.Lets fly, or else we shall be torn in pieces.Lur.And you be good at that, bury your self,Or let the Sexton take ye for his fee,Away boy.[Exit.Mar.I am very cold, dead cold;Where am I? What's this? a Coffin? where have I been?Mercy defend me: Ha? I do rememberI was betray'd, and swounded, my heart akes,I am wondrous hungry too, dead bodies eat not;Sure I was meant for burial, I am frozen;Death, 'like a cake of Ice dwells round about me;Darkness spreads o're the world too, where? what path?Best providence direct me.[Exit.
Mi.Here I durst not tarry.
Lu.We ha so cosen'd the old forty i'th hundred,And the devil hinder him not, he'll go a pilgrimage;But come, about our business, set her down again.
Mar.Oh!
Lur.She groans, ha.
Mar.Oh!
Lur.Again, she stirs.
Mi.Lets fly, or else we shall be torn in pieces.
Lur.And you be good at that, bury your self,Or let the Sexton take ye for his fee,Away boy.[Exit.
Mar.I am very cold, dead cold;Where am I? What's this? a Coffin? where have I been?Mercy defend me: Ha? I do rememberI was betray'd, and swounded, my heart akes,I am wondrous hungry too, dead bodies eat not;Sure I was meant for burial, I am frozen;Death, 'like a cake of Ice dwells round about me;Darkness spreads o're the world too, where? what path?Best providence direct me.[Exit.
Enter Lady, Wildbraine, Women, Toby.
La.THou art the most unfortunate fellow.Wild.Why Aunt what have I done?La.The most malicious varlet,Thy wicked head never at rest, but hammering,And ha[t]ching hellish things, and to no purpose,So thou mayst have thy base will.Wi.Why do you rail thus?Cannot a scurvy accident fall out,But I must be at one end on't?La.Thou art at both ends.Wi.Cannot young sullen wenches play the foolsAnd marry, and dye, but I must be the agent?All that I did (and if that be an injury,Let the world judge it) was but to perswade her,And (as I take it) I was bound to it too,To make the reverend coxcombe her husband Cuckold:What else could I advise her? was there harm i'this?You are of years, and have run through experience,Would you be content if you were young again,To have a continual cough grow to your pillow?A rottenness, that vaults are perfumes to;Hang in your roof, and like a fog infect you?Anointed hammes, to keep his hinges turning,Reek ever in your nose, and twenty night caps,With twenty several sweats?To.Some Jew, some Justice,A thousand heathen smels to say truth Madam,And would you mellow my young pretty MistrissIn such a mis-ken?La.Sirra,Where's the body of my Girl?Wi.I know not,I am no Conjurer, you may look the body,I was like to be stol'n away my self, the SpiritHad like to ha surpris'd me in the shape of a woman,Of a young woman, and you know those are dangerous.To.So had I Madam, simply though I stand here,I had been ravish'd too: I had twenty Spirits,In every corner of the house a Fiend met me.La.You lye like Raskals,Was MistrissNewlovesuch a spirit Sir?To fright your worship;Well, I discharge you Sir, y'are now at liberty,Live where you please, and do what pranks you fancy,You know your substance: though you are my Nephew,I am no way bound Sir to protect your mischief;So fare you well.Wi.Farewell good Aunt, I thank you,Adiew honestNick, the devil if he have power,Will persecute your old bones, for this Marriage,Farewell MistressWin.To.And shall we part with dry lips?Shall we that have been fellow devils togetherFlinch for an old womans fart?Wi.'Tis a fine time a night too, but we must partNick.To.Shall we never ring again? ne'r toss the tenor,And roul the changes [in] a Cup of Clarret?You shall not want what ere I lay my hands on,As I am sureAutomedonthe Coachman,Shall be distributed; bear up, I say, hang sorrow,Give me that bird abroad that lives at pleasure,Samthe Butler's true, the Cook a reverend Trojan,The Faulkner shall sell his Hawks, and swear they were rotten,There be some wandring spoons, that may be met with,I'll pawn a Coach horse, peace, utter no sentences.The har[nesse] shall be us'd in our wars also;Or shall I drive her (tell me but your will now,Say but the word) over some rotten bridg,Or by a Marl-pit side, she may slip in daintily,Let me alone for my self.Wi.No, no, farewellToby,Farewell spinyNicholas, no such thing,There be ways i'the world, if you see meA day or two hence, may be wee'l crack a quart yet,And pull a bell, commend to the houshold;Nay, cry notToby, 'twill make thy head giddy.To.Sweet MasterWildbraine.Wi.No moreToby, go the times may alter—But where's the coarse of my dead cosen,(If she be dead) I hop'd 'thad but dissembledThat sits heavy here:Toby, honestToby,Lend me thy Lanthorn, I forgot 'twas dark,I had need look to my ways now.To.Take a lodging with me to night in the Stable,And ride away to morrow with one of the horses,Next your heart, pray do.Wi.No, good night good neighborToby, I will wander,I scorn to submit my self, ere I have rambled,But whither, or with what, that's more material;No matter, and the worst come, it is but stealing,And my Aunt wo'not see me hang'd for her own credit,And farewel in a Halter costs me nothing.[Exit.
La.THou art the most unfortunate fellow.
Wild.Why Aunt what have I done?
La.The most malicious varlet,Thy wicked head never at rest, but hammering,And ha[t]ching hellish things, and to no purpose,So thou mayst have thy base will.
Wi.Why do you rail thus?Cannot a scurvy accident fall out,But I must be at one end on't?
La.Thou art at both ends.
Wi.Cannot young sullen wenches play the foolsAnd marry, and dye, but I must be the agent?All that I did (and if that be an injury,Let the world judge it) was but to perswade her,And (as I take it) I was bound to it too,To make the reverend coxcombe her husband Cuckold:What else could I advise her? was there harm i'this?You are of years, and have run through experience,Would you be content if you were young again,To have a continual cough grow to your pillow?A rottenness, that vaults are perfumes to;Hang in your roof, and like a fog infect you?Anointed hammes, to keep his hinges turning,Reek ever in your nose, and twenty night caps,With twenty several sweats?
To.Some Jew, some Justice,A thousand heathen smels to say truth Madam,And would you mellow my young pretty MistrissIn such a mis-ken?
La.Sirra,Where's the body of my Girl?
Wi.I know not,I am no Conjurer, you may look the body,I was like to be stol'n away my self, the SpiritHad like to ha surpris'd me in the shape of a woman,Of a young woman, and you know those are dangerous.
To.So had I Madam, simply though I stand here,I had been ravish'd too: I had twenty Spirits,In every corner of the house a Fiend met me.
La.You lye like Raskals,Was MistrissNewlovesuch a spirit Sir?To fright your worship;Well, I discharge you Sir, y'are now at liberty,Live where you please, and do what pranks you fancy,You know your substance: though you are my Nephew,I am no way bound Sir to protect your mischief;So fare you well.
Wi.Farewell good Aunt, I thank you,Adiew honestNick, the devil if he have power,Will persecute your old bones, for this Marriage,Farewell MistressWin.
To.And shall we part with dry lips?Shall we that have been fellow devils togetherFlinch for an old womans fart?
Wi.'Tis a fine time a night too, but we must partNick.
To.Shall we never ring again? ne'r toss the tenor,And roul the changes [in] a Cup of Clarret?You shall not want what ere I lay my hands on,As I am sureAutomedonthe Coachman,Shall be distributed; bear up, I say, hang sorrow,Give me that bird abroad that lives at pleasure,Samthe Butler's true, the Cook a reverend Trojan,The Faulkner shall sell his Hawks, and swear they were rotten,There be some wandring spoons, that may be met with,I'll pawn a Coach horse, peace, utter no sentences.The har[nesse] shall be us'd in our wars also;Or shall I drive her (tell me but your will now,Say but the word) over some rotten bridg,Or by a Marl-pit side, she may slip in daintily,Let me alone for my self.
Wi.No, no, farewellToby,Farewell spinyNicholas, no such thing,There be ways i'the world, if you see meA day or two hence, may be wee'l crack a quart yet,And pull a bell, commend to the houshold;Nay, cry notToby, 'twill make thy head giddy.
To.Sweet MasterWildbraine.
Wi.No moreToby, go the times may alter—But where's the coarse of my dead cosen,(If she be dead) I hop'd 'thad but dissembledThat sits heavy here:Toby, honestToby,Lend me thy Lanthorn, I forgot 'twas dark,I had need look to my ways now.
To.Take a lodging with me to night in the Stable,And ride away to morrow with one of the horses,Next your heart, pray do.
Wi.No, good night good neighborToby, I will wander,I scorn to submit my self, ere I have rambled,But whither, or with what, that's more material;No matter, and the worst come, it is but stealing,And my Aunt wo'not see me hang'd for her own credit,And farewel in a Halter costs me nothing.[Exit.
EnterHartlove.
Fran.The night, and all the evil the night covers,The Goblins, Haggs, and the black spawn of darkness,Cannot fright me: no death, I dare thy cruelty.For I am weary both of life and light too;Keep my wits heaven, they say spirits appearTo melancholy minds, and the graves open,I would fain see the fairMaria's shadow,But speak unto her spirit e'er I dyed,But ask upon my knees a mercy from her;I was a villain, but her wretched kinsman,That set his plot, shall with his heart-blood satisfieHer injur'd life and honor, what light's this?
Fran.The night, and all the evil the night covers,The Goblins, Haggs, and the black spawn of darkness,Cannot fright me: no death, I dare thy cruelty.For I am weary both of life and light too;Keep my wits heaven, they say spirits appearTo melancholy minds, and the graves open,I would fain see the fairMaria's shadow,But speak unto her spirit e'er I dyed,But ask upon my knees a mercy from her;I was a villain, but her wretched kinsman,That set his plot, shall with his heart-blood satisfieHer injur'd life and honor, what light's this?
EnterWildbrainwith a Lanthorn.
Wild.It is but melancholy walking thus;The Tavern doors are baracado'd too,Where I might drink till morn in expectation;I cannot meet the Watch neither; nothing inThe likeness of a Constable, whom I might,In my distress, abuse, and so be carried,For want of other lodging, to the Counter.Fra.'Tis his voice, Fate, I thank thee.Wild.Ha, who's that, and thou be'st a man speak?Frank Hartlove, then I bear my destinies,Thou art the man of all the world I wish'd for;My Aunt has turn'd me out a doors, she has,At this unchristian hour, and I do walk,Methinks likeGuido Fauxwith my dark Lanthorn,Stealing to set the Town a fire; i'th' CountreyI should be tane forWilliamo' the Wispe,Or:Robin Good-fellow, and how dostFrank?Ha.The worse for you.Wild.Come, tha'rt a fool, art going to thy lodging?I'll lie with thee to night, and tell thee stories,How many devils we ha met withal;Our house is hauntedFrank, whole legions,I saw fifty for my share.Fr.Didst not fright 'em?Wild.How; fright 'em? no, they frighted me sufficiently.Fr.Thou hadst wickedness enough to make them stare,And be afraid o' thee, malicious devil;And draw thy sword, for byMaria'ssoul;I will not let thee scape to do more mischief.Wild.Thou art mad, what dost mean?Fr.To kill thee, nothing else will ease my anger,The injury is fresh, I bleed withal,Nor can that word express it, theres no peace in't,Nor must it be forgiven, but in death;Therefore call up thy valour, if thou'st any.And summon up thy spirits to defend thee;Thy heart must suffer for thy damn'd practises,Against thy noble cosin, and my innocence.Wild.Hold, hear a word; did I do any thingBut for your good, that you might have her,That in that desperate time I might redeem her,Although with shew of loss.Fr.Out ugly villain,Fling on her the most hated name of whoreTo the worlds eye, and face it out in courtesie,Bring him to see't, and make me drunk to attempt it.
Wild.It is but melancholy walking thus;The Tavern doors are baracado'd too,Where I might drink till morn in expectation;I cannot meet the Watch neither; nothing inThe likeness of a Constable, whom I might,In my distress, abuse, and so be carried,For want of other lodging, to the Counter.
Fra.'Tis his voice, Fate, I thank thee.
Wild.Ha, who's that, and thou be'st a man speak?Frank Hartlove, then I bear my destinies,Thou art the man of all the world I wish'd for;My Aunt has turn'd me out a doors, she has,At this unchristian hour, and I do walk,Methinks likeGuido Fauxwith my dark Lanthorn,Stealing to set the Town a fire; i'th' CountreyI should be tane forWilliamo' the Wispe,Or:Robin Good-fellow, and how dostFrank?
Ha.The worse for you.
Wild.Come, tha'rt a fool, art going to thy lodging?I'll lie with thee to night, and tell thee stories,How many devils we ha met withal;Our house is hauntedFrank, whole legions,I saw fifty for my share.
Fr.Didst not fright 'em?
Wild.How; fright 'em? no, they frighted me sufficiently.
Fr.Thou hadst wickedness enough to make them stare,And be afraid o' thee, malicious devil;And draw thy sword, for byMaria'ssoul;I will not let thee scape to do more mischief.
Wild.Thou art mad, what dost mean?
Fr.To kill thee, nothing else will ease my anger,The injury is fresh, I bleed withal,Nor can that word express it, theres no peace in't,Nor must it be forgiven, but in death;Therefore call up thy valour, if thou'st any.And summon up thy spirits to defend thee;Thy heart must suffer for thy damn'd practises,Against thy noble cosin, and my innocence.
Wild.Hold, hear a word; did I do any thingBut for your good, that you might have her,That in that desperate time I might redeem her,Although with shew of loss.
Fr.Out ugly villain,Fling on her the most hated name of whoreTo the worlds eye, and face it out in courtesie,Bring him to see't, and make me drunk to attempt it.
EnterMaria.
Ma.I hear some voices this way.Fr.No more, if you can pray, do it as you fight.Ma.What new frights oppose me? I have heard that tongue.Wild.'Tis my fortune.You could not take me in a better time, Sir,I ha nothing to lose but the love I lent thee,My life my sword protect.Ma.I know 'em both, but to prevent their ruines,Must not discover—stay men most desperate;The mischief you are forward to commitWill keep me from my grave, and tie my spiritTo endless troubles else.Wild.Ha, 'tis her Ghost.Fr.Maria?Ma.Hear me both, each wound you makeRuns through my soul, and is a new death to me,Each threatening danger will affright my rest;Look on meHartlove, and my kinsman view me;Was I not late in my unhappy marriage,Sufficient miserable? full of all misfortunes?But you must add, with your most impious angers,Unto my sleeping dust this insolence?Would you teach time to speak eternallyOf my disgraces; make Records to keep 'em,Keep them in brass? fight then, and kill my honor;Fight deadly both, and let your bloody swords,Through my reviv'd, and reeking infamy(That never shall be purg'd) find your own ruines:Hartlove, I lov'd thee once, and hop'd againIn a more blessed love to meet thy spirit,If thou kill'st him, thou art a murtherer,And murther shall never inherit heaven:My time is come, my concealed grave expects me,Farewel, and follow not, your feet are bloody,And will pollute my peace: I hope they are melted,This is my way sure.[Exit.Fr.Stay blessed soul.Wi.Would she had come sooner, and ha sav'd some blood.Fr.Dost bleed?Wild.Yes certainly, I can both see and feel it.Fr.Now I well hope it is not dangerous;Give me thy hand, as [farre as] honor guides me,I'll know thee again.Wild.I thank thee heartily;I know not where to get a Surgeon;This vision troubles me, sure she is living,And I was foolish blind, I could not find it;I bleed apace still, and my heart grows heavy,If I go far I faint, I'll knock at this house,They may be charitable, would 'twere perfect day.
Ma.I hear some voices this way.
Fr.No more, if you can pray, do it as you fight.
Ma.What new frights oppose me? I have heard that tongue.
Wild.'Tis my fortune.You could not take me in a better time, Sir,I ha nothing to lose but the love I lent thee,My life my sword protect.
Ma.I know 'em both, but to prevent their ruines,Must not discover—stay men most desperate;The mischief you are forward to commitWill keep me from my grave, and tie my spiritTo endless troubles else.
Wild.Ha, 'tis her Ghost.
Fr.Maria?
Ma.Hear me both, each wound you makeRuns through my soul, and is a new death to me,Each threatening danger will affright my rest;Look on meHartlove, and my kinsman view me;Was I not late in my unhappy marriage,Sufficient miserable? full of all misfortunes?But you must add, with your most impious angers,Unto my sleeping dust this insolence?Would you teach time to speak eternallyOf my disgraces; make Records to keep 'em,Keep them in brass? fight then, and kill my honor;Fight deadly both, and let your bloody swords,Through my reviv'd, and reeking infamy(That never shall be purg'd) find your own ruines:Hartlove, I lov'd thee once, and hop'd againIn a more blessed love to meet thy spirit,If thou kill'st him, thou art a murtherer,And murther shall never inherit heaven:My time is come, my concealed grave expects me,Farewel, and follow not, your feet are bloody,And will pollute my peace: I hope they are melted,This is my way sure.[Exit.
Fr.Stay blessed soul.
Wi.Would she had come sooner, and ha sav'd some blood.
Fr.Dost bleed?
Wild.Yes certainly, I can both see and feel it.
Fr.Now I well hope it is not dangerous;Give me thy hand, as [farre as] honor guides me,I'll know thee again.
Wild.I thank thee heartily;I know not where to get a Surgeon;This vision troubles me, sure she is living,And I was foolish blind, I could not find it;I bleed apace still, and my heart grows heavy,If I go far I faint, I'll knock at this house,They may be charitable, would 'twere perfect day.
Enter Mistriss.
Mist.'Tis not he: What would you, Sir?Wild.I would crave a little rest Lady,And for my hurts some Surgerie, I am a GentlemanThat fortune of a fight—Mist.A handsome Gentleman,Alas he bleeds, a very handsome Gentleman.Wild.A sweet young wench, beshrew my heart a fair one;Fortune has made me some recompence.Mist.Pray come in, the air is hurtful for you,Pray let me lead you, I'll have a bed for you presently,I'll be your Surgeon too, alas sweet Gentleman.Wild.I feel no hurts, the morning comes too fast now.Mist.Softly, I beseech you.[Exit.
Mist.'Tis not he: What would you, Sir?
Wild.I would crave a little rest Lady,And for my hurts some Surgerie, I am a GentlemanThat fortune of a fight—
Mist.A handsome Gentleman,Alas he bleeds, a very handsome Gentleman.
Wild.A sweet young wench, beshrew my heart a fair one;Fortune has made me some recompence.
Mist.Pray come in, the air is hurtful for you,Pray let me lead you, I'll have a bed for you presently,I'll be your Surgeon too, alas sweet Gentleman.
Wild.I feel no hurts, the morning comes too fast now.
Mist.Softly, I beseech you.[Exit.
Enter Lady andToby.
Tob.He is not up yet Madam, what meant youTo come forth so early?La.You blockhead;Your eyes are sow'd up still, they cannot seeWhen it is day: oh my poorMaria;Where be the women?Tob.They said they would follow us.La.He shall not laugh thus at my misery,And kill my child, and steal away her body,And keep her portion too.Tob.Let him be hang'd for't,You have my voice.La.These women not come yet?A Son-in-law, I'll keep a Conjurer,But I'll find out his knavery.Tob.Do, and I'll help him.And if he were here, this whip should conjure him,Here's aCapias, and it catch hold on's breech,I'de make him soon believe the Devil were there.La.An old Usurer.Tob.He married the money, that's all he lookt for;For your daughter, let her sink or swim.La.I'll swim him;This is his house, I wonder they stay thus,That we might rail him out on's wits.Tob.They'll come,Fear not Madam, and bring clappers with 'em,Or some have lost their old wont, I have heard,No disparagement to your Ladyship, some o' their tonguesLikeTom-a-Lincoln, three miles off.La.Oh fie,How tedious are they?Tob.What and we lost no time,You and I shall make a shift to begin with him,And tune our Instruments till the Consort comeTo make up the full noise, I'll knock.Ju.Who's that rapt so saucily?Tob.'Tis I,Toby, come down, or else we'll fetch you down,Alas, this is but the [Saunce] bell, here's a GentlewomanWill ring you another peal, come down, I say.Ju.Some new fortifications, look to my doors,Put double barrs, I will not have her enter,Nor any of her Tribe, they come to terrifie me:Keep out her tongue too, if you can.La.I hear you,And I will send my tongue up to your worship,The eccho of it shall flye o'er the street;My Daughter that thou killedst with kindness (Jew)That thou betrayedst to death, thou double Jew,And after stol'st her body.Tob.Jew's too good for him.Ju.I defie you both;Thy daughter plaid the villain and betraid me.Betrai'd my honor.La.Honor, Rascal,And let that bear an action, I'll try it with thee,Honor?Tob.Oh Reprobate!La.Thou musty Justice,Buy an honourable halter and hang thy self.[T]ob.A worshipful ropes end is too good for him.La.Get honor that way, thou wot die a dog else.Tob.Come and be whipt first.La.Where is her Portion.
Tob.He is not up yet Madam, what meant youTo come forth so early?
La.You blockhead;Your eyes are sow'd up still, they cannot seeWhen it is day: oh my poorMaria;Where be the women?
Tob.They said they would follow us.
La.He shall not laugh thus at my misery,And kill my child, and steal away her body,And keep her portion too.
Tob.Let him be hang'd for't,You have my voice.
La.These women not come yet?A Son-in-law, I'll keep a Conjurer,But I'll find out his knavery.
Tob.Do, and I'll help him.And if he were here, this whip should conjure him,Here's aCapias, and it catch hold on's breech,I'de make him soon believe the Devil were there.
La.An old Usurer.
Tob.He married the money, that's all he lookt for;For your daughter, let her sink or swim.
La.I'll swim him;This is his house, I wonder they stay thus,That we might rail him out on's wits.
Tob.They'll come,Fear not Madam, and bring clappers with 'em,Or some have lost their old wont, I have heard,No disparagement to your Ladyship, some o' their tonguesLikeTom-a-Lincoln, three miles off.
La.Oh fie,How tedious are they?
Tob.What and we lost no time,You and I shall make a shift to begin with him,And tune our Instruments till the Consort comeTo make up the full noise, I'll knock.
Ju.Who's that rapt so saucily?
Tob.'Tis I,Toby, come down, or else we'll fetch you down,Alas, this is but the [Saunce] bell, here's a GentlewomanWill ring you another peal, come down, I say.
Ju.Some new fortifications, look to my doors,Put double barrs, I will not have her enter,Nor any of her Tribe, they come to terrifie me:Keep out her tongue too, if you can.
La.I hear you,And I will send my tongue up to your worship,The eccho of it shall flye o'er the street;My Daughter that thou killedst with kindness (Jew)That thou betrayedst to death, thou double Jew,And after stol'st her body.
Tob.Jew's too good for him.
Ju.I defie you both;Thy daughter plaid the villain and betraid me.Betrai'd my honor.
La.Honor, Rascal,And let that bear an action, I'll try it with thee,Honor?
Tob.Oh Reprobate!
La.Thou musty Justice,Buy an honourable halter and hang thy self.
[T]ob.A worshipful ropes end is too good for him.
La.Get honor that way, thou wot die a dog else.
Tob.Come and be whipt first.
La.Where is her Portion.
Enter Nurse and Women.
Ju.Where I'll keep it safely.Nur.Traitor, thou shall not keep it.Ju.More of the kennel? put more bolts to th' doors there,And arm your selves, hell is broke loose upon us.Tob.I am glad y'are come, we'll blow the house down.La.Oh Nurse, I have such cause—Wo.Villain, viper, although you had no cause, we are boundTo help.Nur.Yes, and believe, we come not here to examine,And if you please we'll fire the house.Ju.Call the Constable.Tob.A charitable motion, fire is comfortable.La.No, no, we'll only let him know our minds,We will commit no outrage, he's a Lawyer.Ju.Give me my Musket.La.Where's my daughters body,That I may bury it?Wo.Speak, or we'll bury thee.Nur.Alive, we'll bury thee, speak old Iniquity.Tob.Bury him alive by all means for a testimony.Ju.Their voices make my house reel, oh for Officers,I am in a dream, thy daughters spirit[Walkes] a nights, and troubles all the neigh[bou]rs:Go hire a Conjurer, I'll say no more.La.The Law shall say more.Wo.Nur.We are Witnesses,And if thou be'st not hang'd—
Ju.Where I'll keep it safely.
Nur.Traitor, thou shall not keep it.
Ju.More of the kennel? put more bolts to th' doors there,And arm your selves, hell is broke loose upon us.
Tob.I am glad y'are come, we'll blow the house down.
La.Oh Nurse, I have such cause—
Wo.Villain, viper, although you had no cause, we are boundTo help.
Nur.Yes, and believe, we come not here to examine,And if you please we'll fire the house.
Ju.Call the Constable.
Tob.A charitable motion, fire is comfortable.
La.No, no, we'll only let him know our minds,We will commit no outrage, he's a Lawyer.
Ju.Give me my Musket.
La.Where's my daughters body,That I may bury it?
Wo.Speak, or we'll bury thee.
Nur.Alive, we'll bury thee, speak old Iniquity.
Tob.Bury him alive by all means for a testimony.
Ju.Their voices make my house reel, oh for Officers,I am in a dream, thy daughters spirit[Walkes] a nights, and troubles all the neigh[bou]rs:Go hire a Conjurer, I'll say no more.
La.The Law shall say more.
Wo.Nur.We are Witnesses,And if thou be'st not hang'd—
EnterLurcherand Boy.
Lur.Buy a Book of good manners,A short Book of good manners.Boy.Buy a ballad, a ballad of the maid was got with child.Tob.That might ha been my case last night,I'll ha't, what e'er it cost me.Boy.A ballad of the Witches hang'd atLudlow.Tob.I will have that too;There was an Aunt of mine, I think amongst 'em,I would be glad to hear her Testament.Lur.A new Book of Women.Ju.The thunder's laid, how they stare at him.Lur.A new Book of Fools, a strange Book,Very strange fools.Ju.I'll owe thee a good turn, whate'er thou art.Lur.A Book of Walking Spirits.Ju.That I like not.Tob.Nor I, they walk'd me the Fools Morris.Lur.A Book of Wicked Women.Ju.That's well thought on.[L]ur.Of rude, malicious Women, of proud Women,Of scolding Women, we shall ne'er get in.Boy.A ballad of wrong'd Maids.La.I'll buy that.Lur.A little, very little Book,Of good and godly Women, a very little one,So little you may put it in a Nutshel.Tob.With a small print that no body can read it.Nur.Peace sirrah, or I'll tear your Books.Ju.Open the door and let him in, I love him.Lur.A Book of evil Magistrates.La.I marry d'ye hear that Justice.Lur.And their eviller wives,That wear their Places in their Petticoats.Ju.D'ye hear that Lady.Boy.A Book new printed against Playing,Dancing, Masking, May-poles; a zealous Brothers Book,And full of Fables.Lur.Another Book of Women, of mad women,Women that were born inMarch.[Exit.La.Are you got in?We would ha pull'd your knaves hide else; this fellowWas sent to abuse us, but we shall have timeTo talk more with this Justice.Ju.Farewel Madam, as you like this, come visit me agen,You and your treble strings, now scold your hearts out—Wo.Shall he carry it thus away?Nur.Go to the Judge, and what you'll have us swear—La.I thank ye heartily,I'll keep that for the last, I will go home,And leave him to his Conscience for a while,If it sleep long, I'll wake it with a vengeance.[Exit.
Lur.Buy a Book of good manners,A short Book of good manners.
Boy.Buy a ballad, a ballad of the maid was got with child.
Tob.That might ha been my case last night,I'll ha't, what e'er it cost me.
Boy.A ballad of the Witches hang'd atLudlow.
Tob.I will have that too;There was an Aunt of mine, I think amongst 'em,I would be glad to hear her Testament.
Lur.A new Book of Women.
Ju.The thunder's laid, how they stare at him.
Lur.A new Book of Fools, a strange Book,Very strange fools.
Ju.I'll owe thee a good turn, whate'er thou art.
Lur.A Book of Walking Spirits.
Ju.That I like not.
Tob.Nor I, they walk'd me the Fools Morris.
Lur.A Book of Wicked Women.
Ju.That's well thought on.
[L]ur.Of rude, malicious Women, of proud Women,Of scolding Women, we shall ne'er get in.
Boy.A ballad of wrong'd Maids.
La.I'll buy that.
Lur.A little, very little Book,Of good and godly Women, a very little one,So little you may put it in a Nutshel.
Tob.With a small print that no body can read it.
Nur.Peace sirrah, or I'll tear your Books.
Ju.Open the door and let him in, I love him.
Lur.A Book of evil Magistrates.
La.I marry d'ye hear that Justice.
Lur.And their eviller wives,That wear their Places in their Petticoats.
Ju.D'ye hear that Lady.
Boy.A Book new printed against Playing,Dancing, Masking, May-poles; a zealous Brothers Book,And full of Fables.
Lur.Another Book of Women, of mad women,Women that were born inMarch.[Exit.
La.Are you got in?We would ha pull'd your knaves hide else; this fellowWas sent to abuse us, but we shall have timeTo talk more with this Justice.
Ju.Farewel Madam, as you like this, come visit me agen,You and your treble strings, now scold your hearts out—
Wo.Shall he carry it thus away?
Nur.Go to the Judge, and what you'll have us swear—
La.I thank ye heartily,I'll keep that for the last, I will go home,And leave him to his Conscience for a while,If it sleep long, I'll wake it with a vengeance.[Exit.
Enter Servants.
1.What book has he given thee?2.A dainty book, a book of the great Navy,Of fifteen hundred ships of Cannon-proof,Built upon Whales to keep their keels from sinking:And Dragons in 'em, that spit fire ten mile;And Elephants that carry goodly Castles.1.Dost thou believe it?2.Shall we not believe Books in print?1.I haveJohn Taylorsbook of Hempseed too,Which for two lines I hapned on by chance,I reverence.2.I prethee what are they?1.They are so pat upon the time, as ifHe studied to answer the late Histriomastix,Talking of change and transformations,That wittily, and learnedly he bangs him,So many a Puritans ruff, though starch'd in print,Be turn'd to Paper, and a Play writ in't[A Play in the Puritans ruff? I'll buy his Works for't,And confuteHoracewith a Water Poet:]What hast there a Ballad too?2.[This?] This is a piece of Poetry indeed;
1.What book has he given thee?
2.A dainty book, a book of the great Navy,Of fifteen hundred ships of Cannon-proof,Built upon Whales to keep their keels from sinking:And Dragons in 'em, that spit fire ten mile;And Elephants that carry goodly Castles.
1.Dost thou believe it?
2.Shall we not believe Books in print?
1.I haveJohn Taylorsbook of Hempseed too,Which for two lines I hapned on by chance,I reverence.
2.I prethee what are they?
1.They are so pat upon the time, as ifHe studied to answer the late Histriomastix,Talking of change and transformations,That wittily, and learnedly he bangs him,So many a Puritans ruff, though starch'd in print,Be turn'd to Paper, and a Play writ in't[A Play in the Puritans ruff? I'll buy his Works for't,And confuteHoracewith a Water Poet:]What hast there a Ballad too?
2.[This?] This is a piece of Poetry indeed;
[He sings; Justice cries within.
What noise is that?1.Some cry i th' streets; prethee sing on. [Sing[s] again.2.Agen, dost not hear? 'tis i'th' house certainly?1.'Tis a strange noise! and has a tang o'th' Justice.2.Let's see![Exit.
What noise is that?
1.Some cry i th' streets; prethee sing on. [Sing[s] again.
2.Agen, dost not hear? 'tis i'th' house certainly?
1.'Tis a strange noise! and has a tang o'th' Justice.
2.Let's see![Exit.
Enter the Servants bringing in their Masterbound and gagg'd.
1.Untie his feet, pull out his gagg, he will choak else;What desperate rogues were these.2.Give him fresh air.Ju.I will never study books more:I am undone, these villains have undone me.Rifled my Desk, they have undone me learnedly:A fire take all their Books, I'll burn my Study:Where were you rascals when the villains bound me,You could not hear?1.He gave us Books, Sir, dainty Books to busie us;And we were reading, in that which was the Brew-house;A great way off, we were singing Ballads too;And could not hear.Ju.This was a precious thief,A subtle trick to keep my servants safe.2.What ha you lost Sir?Ju.They ransack'd all before my face, and threatnedTo kill me if I cough'd, they have a chain,My rings, my box of casting gold, my purse too.They robb'd me miserably: but that which most grieves me,They took away some Writings; 'twas a rogueThat knew me, and set on by the old Lady,I will indite her for't.1.Shall we pursue 'em?Ju.Run, run, cursed raskals,I am out of my wits, let not a creature in,No not with necessaries.2.We shall be starv'd.Ju.I'll buy my meat at window as they pass by;I [wonot] trust my Scrivenor, he has books too;And bread I'll ha flung up; I charge ye allBurn all the books i'th' house.1.Your little Prayer Book?Ju.I'll never pray agen, I'll have my doorsMade up, nothing but walls, and thick ones too;No sound shall tempt me agen, remember IHave forswore books.2.If you should be call'd to take your oath?Ju.I will forswear all oaths, rather than seeA thing but in the likeness of a book:And I were condemn'd, I'll rather chuse to hang,Than read agen; come in, and search all places,They may be about the house, were the doors lock'd?1.But the keys in 'em, and if they be gone,They could not want wit to lock us in, Sir.Ju.Never was a man so miserably undone,I would lose a limb, to see their rogueships totter.[Exeunt.
1.Untie his feet, pull out his gagg, he will choak else;What desperate rogues were these.
2.Give him fresh air.
Ju.I will never study books more:I am undone, these villains have undone me.Rifled my Desk, they have undone me learnedly:A fire take all their Books, I'll burn my Study:Where were you rascals when the villains bound me,You could not hear?
1.He gave us Books, Sir, dainty Books to busie us;And we were reading, in that which was the Brew-house;A great way off, we were singing Ballads too;And could not hear.
Ju.This was a precious thief,A subtle trick to keep my servants safe.
2.What ha you lost Sir?
Ju.They ransack'd all before my face, and threatnedTo kill me if I cough'd, they have a chain,My rings, my box of casting gold, my purse too.They robb'd me miserably: but that which most grieves me,They took away some Writings; 'twas a rogueThat knew me, and set on by the old Lady,I will indite her for't.
1.Shall we pursue 'em?
Ju.Run, run, cursed raskals,I am out of my wits, let not a creature in,No not with necessaries.
2.We shall be starv'd.
Ju.I'll buy my meat at window as they pass by;I [wonot] trust my Scrivenor, he has books too;And bread I'll ha flung up; I charge ye allBurn all the books i'th' house.
1.Your little Prayer Book?
Ju.I'll never pray agen, I'll have my doorsMade up, nothing but walls, and thick ones too;No sound shall tempt me agen, remember IHave forswore books.
2.If you should be call'd to take your oath?
Ju.I will forswear all oaths, rather than seeA thing but in the likeness of a book:And I were condemn'd, I'll rather chuse to hang,Than read agen; come in, and search all places,They may be about the house, were the doors lock'd?
1.But the keys in 'em, and if they be gone,They could not want wit to lock us in, Sir.
Ju.Never was a man so miserably undone,I would lose a limb, to see their rogueships totter.[Exeunt.
Enter Lady and Nurse.
La.Thy brothers daughter, saist, and born inWales?Nur.I have long time desired to see her, and I hopeYour Ladyship will not be offended.La.No, no.Nur.I should be happy, if she might be serviceableTo you Madam.La.Beshrew me, but at first, she took me much,Is she not likeMaria? setting asideHer language very like her, and I love herThe better for't, I prethee call her hither,She speaks feat English.Nur.WhyGuennith, Guennith, du hummah Guennith.She is course Madam, after her countrey guise,And were she in fine cloths—La.I'll have her handsome:
La.Thy brothers daughter, saist, and born inWales?
Nur.I have long time desired to see her, and I hopeYour Ladyship will not be offended.
La.No, no.
Nur.I should be happy, if she might be serviceableTo you Madam.
La.Beshrew me, but at first, she took me much,Is she not likeMaria? setting asideHer language very like her, and I love herThe better for't, I prethee call her hither,She speaks feat English.
Nur.WhyGuennith, Guennith, du hummah Guennith.She is course Madam, after her countrey guise,And were she in fine cloths—
La.I'll have her handsome:
EnterMaria.
What part ofWaleswere you born in?Ma.InAbehundisMada[ms].Nur.She speaks that name inWelsh, which we callBrecknock.La.What can you do?
What part ofWaleswere you born in?
Ma.InAbehundisMada[ms].
Nur.She speaks that name inWelsh, which we callBrecknock.
La.What can you do?
Ma.Her was toe many tings inWalls, know not the fashion inLondons; her was milk the Cows, make seeze andbutters, and spin very well the Welshfreeze,her was Cooke to te Mountain Cots, and sing very fine prittish tunes, was mage good ales and breds, and her know to dance on Sundays, marge you now Madams.
Ma.Her was toe many tings inWalls, know not the fashion inLondons; her was milk the Cows, make seeze andbutters, and spin very well the Welshfreeze,her was Cooke to te Mountain Cots, and sing very fine prittish tunes, was mage good ales and breds, and her know to dance on Sundays, marge you now Madams.
La.A pretty innocence, I do like her infinitely,Nurse,And if I live—
La.A pretty innocence, I do like her infinitely,Nurse,And if I live—
Enter Servant.
Ser.Here is Mr.Hartlove, Madam, come to see you.La.Alas poor Gentleman, prethee admit him.
Ser.Here is Mr.Hartlove, Madam, come to see you.
La.Alas poor Gentleman, prethee admit him.
EnterHartloveand Gent.
Ha.Madam, I am come to take my last leave.La.How Sir?Ha.Of all my home affections, and my friends,For the interest you had once inMaria,I would acquaint you when I leave the kingdom.La.Would there were any thing in my poor powerThat might divert your Will, and make you happy,I am sure I have wrong'd her too, but let your pardonAssure me you are charitable; she's deadWhich makes us both sad: What do you look on?[1.] The likest face—
Ha.Madam, I am come to take my last leave.
La.How Sir?
Ha.Of all my home affections, and my friends,For the interest you had once inMaria,I would acquaint you when I leave the kingdom.
La.Would there were any thing in my poor powerThat might divert your Will, and make you happy,I am sure I have wrong'd her too, but let your pardonAssure me you are charitable; she's deadWhich makes us both sad: What do you look on?
[1.] The likest face—
Ma.Plesse us awle, why does that sentilman make such unders and mazements at her, I know her not.
Ma.Plesse us awle, why does that sentilman make such unders and mazements at her, I know her not.
Ha.Be not offended maid.La.How the wench blushes, she representsMariasloss to him.
Ha.Be not offended maid.
La.How the wench blushes, she representsMariasloss to him.
Ma.Will the sentilman hurt her? pray you be her defences, was have mad phisnomies, is her troubled with Lunaticks in her prain pans, bless us awle.
Ma.Will the sentilman hurt her? pray you be her defences, was have mad phisnomies, is her troubled with Lunaticks in her prain pans, bless us awle.
Ha.Where had you this face?Ma.Her faces be our none, I warrant her.Ha.I wonot hurt you, all the lineamentsThat builtMariaup; all those springing beautiesDwell on this thing, change but her tongue I know her:Let me see your hand.
Ha.Where had you this face?
Ma.Her faces be our none, I warrant her.
Ha.I wonot hurt you, all the lineamentsThat builtMariaup; all those springing beautiesDwell on this thing, change but her tongue I know her:Let me see your hand.
Ma.Du Guin.was never thieves, and robberies; here is no sindge in her hands warrant her.
Ma.Du Guin.was never thieves, and robberies; here is no sindge in her hands warrant her.