Fra.Oh, are you here, Sir? where's your Sister?Bust.The gentle Whale flies o'r the Mountain tops.Fra.Where's your sister (man)?Bust.Washes the whiting-Mops.Fra.Thou ly'st, she has none to wash Mops?The boy is half way out of his wits, sure:Sirrah, who am I?Bust.The thundring Seas.Fra.Mad, stark mad.Bust.Will you not give a man leave to con?Fra.Yes, and fesse too, e'r I have done with you Sirrah,Am I your father?Bust.The question is too hard for a child, ask me any thingThat I have learn'd, and I'll answer you.Fra.Is that a hard question? Sirrah, am not I your Father?Bust.If I had my Mother-wit I could tell you.Fra.Are you a thief?Bust.So far forth as the Son of a Miller.Fra.Will you be hang'd?Bust.Let it go by eldership. The gentle Whale.—Fra.Sirrah, lay by your foolish study there,And beat your brains about your own affairs: or—Bust.I thank you; you'ld have me goe under the sailsAnd beat my brains about your Mill? a naturalFather you are.—Fra.I charge you goe not to the sports to day:Last night I gave you leave, now I recant.Bust.Is the wind turn'd since last night?Fra.Marry is it, Sir, go no farther than my Mill;There's my command upon you.Bust.I may go round about then as your Mill does?I will see your Mill gelded, and his Stones fry'd in steaks,E'r I deceive the Countrey so: have I not my part to study?How shall the sports go forward, if I be not there?Fra.They'll want their fool indeed, if thou be'st not there.Bust.Consider that, and go your self.Fra.I have fears, (Sir,) that I cannot utter,You goe not, nor your Sister: there's my charge.Bust.The price of your golden thumb cannot hold me.Fra.I, this was sport that I have tightly lov'd,I could have kept company with the Hounds.Bust.You are fit for no other company yet.Fra.Run with the Hare; and bin in the whore's tail y' faith:Bust.That was before I was born,I did ever mistrust I was a Bastard,BecauseLapisis in the singular number with me.
Fra.Oh, are you here, Sir? where's your Sister?
Bust.The gentle Whale flies o'r the Mountain tops.
Fra.Where's your sister (man)?
Bust.Washes the whiting-Mops.
Fra.Thou ly'st, she has none to wash Mops?The boy is half way out of his wits, sure:Sirrah, who am I?
Bust.The thundring Seas.
Fra.Mad, stark mad.
Bust.Will you not give a man leave to con?
Fra.Yes, and fesse too, e'r I have done with you Sirrah,Am I your father?
Bust.The question is too hard for a child, ask me any thingThat I have learn'd, and I'll answer you.
Fra.Is that a hard question? Sirrah, am not I your Father?
Bust.If I had my Mother-wit I could tell you.
Fra.Are you a thief?
Bust.So far forth as the Son of a Miller.
Fra.Will you be hang'd?
Bust.Let it go by eldership. The gentle Whale.—
Fra.Sirrah, lay by your foolish study there,And beat your brains about your own affairs: or—
Bust.I thank you; you'ld have me goe under the sailsAnd beat my brains about your Mill? a naturalFather you are.—
Fra.I charge you goe not to the sports to day:Last night I gave you leave, now I recant.
Bust.Is the wind turn'd since last night?
Fra.Marry is it, Sir, go no farther than my Mill;There's my command upon you.
Bust.I may go round about then as your Mill does?I will see your Mill gelded, and his Stones fry'd in steaks,E'r I deceive the Countrey so: have I not my part to study?How shall the sports go forward, if I be not there?
Fra.They'll want their fool indeed, if thou be'st not there.
Bust.Consider that, and go your self.
Fra.I have fears, (Sir,) that I cannot utter,You goe not, nor your Sister: there's my charge.
Bust.The price of your golden thumb cannot hold me.
Fra.I, this was sport that I have tightly lov'd,I could have kept company with the Hounds.
Bust.You are fit for no other company yet.
Fra.Run with the Hare; and bin in the whore's tail y' faith:
Bust.That was before I was born,I did ever mistrust I was a Bastard,BecauseLapisis in the singular number with me.
EnterOtranteandGerasto.
Otr.Leave thou that game (Gerasto) and chase here,Do thou but follow it with my desires,Thou'lt not return home empty.Ger.I am prepar'd(My Lord) with advantages: and seeYonder's the subject I must work upon:Otr.Her brother [?'tis,] methinks it should be easie:That gross compound cannot but diffuseThe soul in such a latitude of ease,As to make dull her faculties, and lazie:What wit above the least can be in him,That Reason ties together?Ger.I have prov'd it, Sir,And know the depth of it: I have the wayTo make him follow me a hackney-pace,With all that flesh about him; yes, and draggHis Sister after him: This baits the old one,Rid you him, and leave me to the other.[Exit.Otr.'Tis well: OhFranio, the good day to you;You were not wont to hear this Musick standing:The Beagle and the Bugle ye have lov'd,In the first rank of Huntsmen.Bust.The dogs cry out of him now.Fra.Sirrah, leave your barking, I'll bite you else:Bust.Curr, Curr.Fra.Slave, do'st call me dog?Otr.Oh fie Sir, he speaksLatineto you,He would know why you'll bite him.Bust.Responde cur; You see his understanding (my Lord.)Fra.I shall have a time to curry you for this:But (my Lord) to answer you, the daies have beenI must have footed it before this Horn-pipe,Though I had hazarded my Mill a fire,And let the stones grind empty: but those dancingsAre done with me: I have good will to it still,And that's the best I can do.Otr.Come, come, you shall be hors'd:Your company deserves him, though you kill him,Run him blind, I care not.Bust.He'll do't o'th' purpose (my Lord) to bring him up to the Mill.Fra.Do not tempt me too far (my Lord.)Otr.There's a foot i'th' stirrop: I'll not leave you now:You shall see the Game fall once again:Fra.Well (my Lord) I'll make ready my legs for you,And try 'em once a horseback: sirrah, my charge, keep it.[Exit.Bust.Yes, when you pare down your dish for conscience sake,When your thumb's coyn'd intobone & legalis,When you are a true Man-Miller.Otr.What's the matterBustofa?Bust.My Lord; if you have e'r a drunken Jade that has the staggers,That will fall twice the height of our Mill with him: set himO' th' back on him: a galledJennetthat will winch him out o' theSaddle, and break one on's necks, or a shank of him (there wasA fool going that way, but the Asse had better luck;)Or one of your braveBar[b]aries, that would pass the Straits, and runInto his own Countrey with him; the first Moor he met, wouldCut his throat for Complexions sake: there's as deadly feud betweenAMoorand a Miller, as between black and white.Otr.Fie, fie, this is unnaturalBustofa,Unless on some strong cause.Bust.Be Judge (my Lord)I am studied in my part: theJulianFeast is to day: the CountreyExpects me; I speak all the dumb shews: my Sister chosen forA Nimph. The gentle Whale whose feet so fell: Cry mercy,That was some of my part: But his charge is to keep the Mill,And disappoint the Revels.Otr.Indeed, there it speaks shrewdly for thee; the Countrey expecting.Bust.I, and for mine own grace too.Otr.Yes, and being studied too: and the main Speaker too.Bust.The main? why all my Speech lies in the main,And the dry ground together: The thundering seas, whose, &c.Otr.Nay, then thou must go, thou'lt be much condemn'd else.But then o'th'other side, obedience.Bust.Obedience?But speak your conscience now (my Lord)Am not I past asking blessing at these years?Speak as you're a Lord, if you had a Miller to your father.Otr.I must yield to you (Bustofa,) your reasonsAre so strong, I cannot contradict: This I think,If you goe; your Sister ought to go along with you.Bust.There I stumble now: she is not at age.Otr.Why, she's fifteen, and upwards.Bust.Thereabouts.Otr.That's womans ripe age; as full as thou artAt one and twenty: she's manable, is she not?Bust.I think not: poor heart, she was never try'd in my conscience.'Tis a coy thing; she will not kiss you a clown, not if heWould kiss her.Otr.What man?Bust.Not if he would kiss her, I say.Otr.Oh, 'twas cleanlier than I expected: well Sir,I'll leave you to your own; but my opinion is,You may take her along: this is half way:The rest (Gerasto) and I hunt my prey,—[Exit.Bust.Away with the old Miller (my Lord) and the MillStrikes sail presently.
Otr.Leave thou that game (Gerasto) and chase here,Do thou but follow it with my desires,Thou'lt not return home empty.
Ger.I am prepar'd(My Lord) with advantages: and seeYonder's the subject I must work upon:
Otr.Her brother [?'tis,] methinks it should be easie:That gross compound cannot but diffuseThe soul in such a latitude of ease,As to make dull her faculties, and lazie:What wit above the least can be in him,That Reason ties together?
Ger.I have prov'd it, Sir,And know the depth of it: I have the wayTo make him follow me a hackney-pace,With all that flesh about him; yes, and draggHis Sister after him: This baits the old one,Rid you him, and leave me to the other.[Exit.
Otr.'Tis well: OhFranio, the good day to you;You were not wont to hear this Musick standing:The Beagle and the Bugle ye have lov'd,In the first rank of Huntsmen.
Bust.The dogs cry out of him now.
Fra.Sirrah, leave your barking, I'll bite you else:
Bust.Curr, Curr.
Fra.Slave, do'st call me dog?
Otr.Oh fie Sir, he speaksLatineto you,He would know why you'll bite him.
Bust.Responde cur; You see his understanding (my Lord.)
Fra.I shall have a time to curry you for this:But (my Lord) to answer you, the daies have beenI must have footed it before this Horn-pipe,Though I had hazarded my Mill a fire,And let the stones grind empty: but those dancingsAre done with me: I have good will to it still,And that's the best I can do.
Otr.Come, come, you shall be hors'd:Your company deserves him, though you kill him,Run him blind, I care not.
Bust.He'll do't o'th' purpose (my Lord) to bring him up to the Mill.
Fra.Do not tempt me too far (my Lord.)
Otr.There's a foot i'th' stirrop: I'll not leave you now:You shall see the Game fall once again:
Fra.Well (my Lord) I'll make ready my legs for you,And try 'em once a horseback: sirrah, my charge, keep it.[Exit.
Bust.Yes, when you pare down your dish for conscience sake,When your thumb's coyn'd intobone & legalis,When you are a true Man-Miller.
Otr.What's the matterBustofa?
Bust.My Lord; if you have e'r a drunken Jade that has the staggers,That will fall twice the height of our Mill with him: set himO' th' back on him: a galledJennetthat will winch him out o' theSaddle, and break one on's necks, or a shank of him (there wasA fool going that way, but the Asse had better luck;)Or one of your braveBar[b]aries, that would pass the Straits, and runInto his own Countrey with him; the first Moor he met, wouldCut his throat for Complexions sake: there's as deadly feud betweenAMoorand a Miller, as between black and white.
Otr.Fie, fie, this is unnaturalBustofa,Unless on some strong cause.
Bust.Be Judge (my Lord)I am studied in my part: theJulianFeast is to day: the CountreyExpects me; I speak all the dumb shews: my Sister chosen forA Nimph. The gentle Whale whose feet so fell: Cry mercy,That was some of my part: But his charge is to keep the Mill,And disappoint the Revels.
Otr.Indeed, there it speaks shrewdly for thee; the Countrey expecting.
Bust.I, and for mine own grace too.
Otr.Yes, and being studied too: and the main Speaker too.
Bust.The main? why all my Speech lies in the main,And the dry ground together: The thundering seas, whose, &c.
Otr.Nay, then thou must go, thou'lt be much condemn'd else.But then o'th'other side, obedience.
Bust.Obedience?But speak your conscience now (my Lord)Am not I past asking blessing at these years?Speak as you're a Lord, if you had a Miller to your father.
Otr.I must yield to you (Bustofa,) your reasonsAre so strong, I cannot contradict: This I think,If you goe; your Sister ought to go along with you.
Bust.There I stumble now: she is not at age.
Otr.Why, she's fifteen, and upwards.
Bust.Thereabouts.
Otr.That's womans ripe age; as full as thou artAt one and twenty: she's manable, is she not?
Bust.I think not: poor heart, she was never try'd in my conscience.'Tis a coy thing; she will not kiss you a clown, not if heWould kiss her.
Otr.What man?
Bust.Not if he would kiss her, I say.
Otr.Oh, 'twas cleanlier than I expected: well Sir,I'll leave you to your own; but my opinion is,You may take her along: this is half way:The rest (Gerasto) and I hunt my prey,—[Exit.
Bust.Away with the old Miller (my Lord) and the MillStrikes sail presently.
EnterPedro,withGerastoblind, singing.
SONG.
Ger.Come follow me (you Countrey-Lasses)And you shall see such sport as passes:You shall Danc[e], and I will Sing;Pedrohe shall rub the string:Each shall have a loose bodied GownOf green; and laugh till you lie down.Come follow me, come follow, &c.
Ger.Come follow me (you Countrey-Lasses)And you shall see such sport as passes:You shall Danc[e], and I will Sing;Pedrohe shall rub the string:Each shall have a loose bodied GownOf green; and laugh till you lie down.Come follow me, come follow, &c.
EnterFlorimel.
Bust.O sweetDiego, the sweetestDiego, stay: SisterFlorimel.Flo.What's that Brother?Bust.Didst not hearDiego? Hear him, and thou'lt be ravish'd.Flo.I have heard him sing, yet unravish'd, Brother.Bust.You had the better luck (Sister.) I was ravish'dBy my own consent: Come away: for the Sports.Flo.I have the fear of a Father on me (Brother.)Bust.Out: the thief is as safe as in his Mill: he's hunting with ourGreat Land-lord, the DonOtrante. Strike upDiego.Flo.But say he return before us, where's our excuse?Bust.Strike upDiego. Hast no strings to thy apron?Flo.Well, the fault lie upon your head (Brother.)Bust.My faults never mount so high (girl) they rise but toMy middle at most. Strike upDiego.Ger.Follow me by the ear, I'll lead thee on (Bustofa) andPrettyFlorimelthy Sister: oh that I could see her.Bust.OhDiego, there's two pities upon thee; great pitie thou art blind;And as great a pitie, thou canst not see.
Bust.O sweetDiego, the sweetestDiego, stay: SisterFlorimel.
Flo.What's that Brother?
Bust.Didst not hearDiego? Hear him, and thou'lt be ravish'd.
Flo.I have heard him sing, yet unravish'd, Brother.
Bust.You had the better luck (Sister.) I was ravish'dBy my own consent: Come away: for the Sports.
Flo.I have the fear of a Father on me (Brother.)
Bust.Out: the thief is as safe as in his Mill: he's hunting with ourGreat Land-lord, the DonOtrante. Strike upDiego.
Flo.But say he return before us, where's our excuse?
Bust.Strike upDiego. Hast no strings to thy apron?
Flo.Well, the fault lie upon your head (Brother.)
Bust.My faults never mount so high (girl) they rise but toMy middle at most. Strike upDiego.
Ger.Follow me by the ear, I'll lead thee on (Bustofa) andPrettyFlorimelthy Sister: oh that I could see her.
Bust.OhDiego, there's two pities upon thee; great pitie thou art blind;And as great a pitie, thou canst not see.
SONG.
Ger.You shall have Crowns of Roses, Daysies,Buds, where the honey-maker gazes;You shall taste the golden thighs,Such as in Wax-Chamber lies.What fruit please you, taste, freely pull,Till you have all your bellies full.Come follow me, &c.Bust.Oh,Diego, the Don was not so sweet when heperfum'd the Steeple.[Exeunt.
Ger.You shall have Crowns of Roses, Daysies,Buds, where the honey-maker gazes;You shall taste the golden thighs,Such as in Wax-Chamber lies.What fruit please you, taste, freely pull,Till you have all your bellies full.Come follow me, &c.
Bust.Oh,Diego, the Don was not so sweet when heperfum'd the Steeple.[Exeunt.
EnterAntonioand Martine.
Mar.Why, how now (Friend) thou art not lost agen?Ant.Not lost? why, all the world's a wilderness:Some places peopled more by braver beastsThan others are: But faces, faces (man)May a man be caught with faces?Mar.Without wonder,'Tis odds against him: May not a good faceLead a man about by th' nose? 'las,The nose is but a part against the whole.Ant.But is it possible that two facesShould be so twin'd in form, complexion,Figure, aspect? that neither wen, nor mole,The Table of the brow, the eyes lustre,The lips cherry; neither the blush nor smileShould give the one distinction from the other?Does Nature work in molds?Mar.Altogether.We are all one mold, one dust.Ant.Thy reason's moldie.I speak from the Form, thou the Matter.Why? was't not ever one of Natures Glories,Nay, her great piece of wonder, that amongstSo many millions millions of her worksShe left the eye distinction, to cull outThe one from th'other; yet all one name, the face?Mar.You must compare 'em by some other partOf the body, if the face cannot do't.Ant.Didst ask her name?Mar.Yes, and who gave it her?And what they promis'd more, besides a spoon,And what Apostles picture: she is christned too,In token wherefore she is call'dIsabella,The daughter of a Countrey plow-swain by:If this be not true, she lies.Ant.She cannot;It would be seen a blister on her lip,Should falshood touch it, it is so tender:Had her name held, 't had beenIsmenia,And not another of her name.Mar.Shall I speak?Ant.Yes, if thou'lt speak truth: Is she not wondrous like?Mar.As two garments of the same fashion,Cut from the same piece, yet if any excell,This has the first; and in my judgment 'tis so.Ant.'Tis my opinion.Mar.Were it the faceWhere mine eye should dwell, I would please bothWith this, as soon as one with the other.Ant.And yet the other is the case of this.Had I not look'd uponIsmenia,I ne'r had staid beyond good-morrows timeIn view of this.Mar.Would I could leave him here,'Twere a free passage toIsmenia:I must now blow, as to put out the fireYet kindle't more. You not consider Sir,The great disparitie is in their bloods,Estates and fortunes: there's the rich beautyWhich this poor homeliness is not endow'd with;There's difference enough.Ant.The least of all.Equality is no rule in Loves Grammar:That sole unhappiness is left to PrincesTo marry bloud: we are free disposers,And have the power to equalize their bloudsUp to our own; we cannot keep it back,'Tis a due debt from us.Mar.I Sir, had youNo Father nor Uncle, nor such hinderers,You might do with your self at your pleasure;But as it is.Ant.As it is; 'tis nothing:Their powers will come too late, to give me backThe yesterday I lost.Mar.Indeed, to say sooth,Your opposition from the other partIs of more force; there you run the hazardOf every hour a life, had you supply;You meet your dearest enemy in loveWith all his hate about him: 'Twill be more hardFor yourIsmeniato come home to you,Than y[o]u to goe to CountreyIsabella.
Mar.Why, how now (Friend) thou art not lost agen?
Ant.Not lost? why, all the world's a wilderness:Some places peopled more by braver beastsThan others are: But faces, faces (man)May a man be caught with faces?
Mar.Without wonder,'Tis odds against him: May not a good faceLead a man about by th' nose? 'las,The nose is but a part against the whole.
Ant.But is it possible that two facesShould be so twin'd in form, complexion,Figure, aspect? that neither wen, nor mole,The Table of the brow, the eyes lustre,The lips cherry; neither the blush nor smileShould give the one distinction from the other?Does Nature work in molds?
Mar.Altogether.We are all one mold, one dust.
Ant.Thy reason's moldie.I speak from the Form, thou the Matter.Why? was't not ever one of Natures Glories,Nay, her great piece of wonder, that amongstSo many millions millions of her worksShe left the eye distinction, to cull outThe one from th'other; yet all one name, the face?
Mar.You must compare 'em by some other partOf the body, if the face cannot do't.
Ant.Didst ask her name?
Mar.Yes, and who gave it her?And what they promis'd more, besides a spoon,And what Apostles picture: she is christned too,In token wherefore she is call'dIsabella,The daughter of a Countrey plow-swain by:If this be not true, she lies.
Ant.She cannot;It would be seen a blister on her lip,Should falshood touch it, it is so tender:Had her name held, 't had beenIsmenia,And not another of her name.
Mar.Shall I speak?
Ant.Yes, if thou'lt speak truth: Is she not wondrous like?
Mar.As two garments of the same fashion,Cut from the same piece, yet if any excell,This has the first; and in my judgment 'tis so.
Ant.'Tis my opinion.
Mar.Were it the faceWhere mine eye should dwell, I would please bothWith this, as soon as one with the other.
Ant.And yet the other is the case of this.Had I not look'd uponIsmenia,I ne'r had staid beyond good-morrows timeIn view of this.
Mar.Would I could leave him here,'Twere a free passage toIsmenia:I must now blow, as to put out the fireYet kindle't more. You not consider Sir,The great disparitie is in their bloods,Estates and fortunes: there's the rich beautyWhich this poor homeliness is not endow'd with;There's difference enough.
Ant.The least of all.Equality is no rule in Loves Grammar:That sole unhappiness is left to PrincesTo marry bloud: we are free disposers,And have the power to equalize their bloudsUp to our own; we cannot keep it back,'Tis a due debt from us.
Mar.I Sir, had youNo Father nor Uncle, nor such hinderers,You might do with your self at your pleasure;But as it is.
Ant.As it is; 'tis nothing:Their powers will come too late, to give me backThe yesterday I lost.
Mar.Indeed, to say sooth,Your opposition from the other partIs of more force; there you run the hazardOf every hour a life, had you supply;You meet your dearest enemy in loveWith all his hate about him: 'Twill be more hardFor yourIsmeniato come home to you,Than y[o]u to goe to CountreyIsabella.
EnterJulio.
Ant.Tush; 'tis not fear removes me.Mar.No more: your Uncle.Jul.Oh, the good hour upon you Gentlemen:Welcome Nephew; Speak it to your friend Sir,It may be happier receiv'd from you,In his acceptance.Ant.I made bold, Uncle,To do it before; and I think he believes it.Mar.'Twas never doubted, Sir.Jul.Here are sports (Dons)That you must look on with a loving eye,And without Censure, 'less it be givingMy countrey neighbors loves their yearly offeringsThat must not be refus'd; though't be more painTo the Spectator, than the painful Actor,'Twill abide no more test than the tinselWe clad our Masks in for an hours wearing,Or the Livery Lace sometimes on the cloaksOf a greatDon's Followers: I speak no furtherThan our own Countrey, Sir.Mar.For my part, Sir,The more absurd, 't shall be the better welcome.Jul.You'll find the guest you look for: I heard Cousin,You were atToledoth' other day.Ant.Not late, Sir.Jul.Oh fie! must I be plainer? You chang'd the pointWithTirsoandLisauro, two of the StockOf our Antagonists, theBellides.Ant.A meer proffer, Sir; the preventionWas quick with us: we had done somewhat else:This Gentleman was engag'd in't.Jul.I amThe enemy to his foe for it: that wild-fireWill crave more than fair water, to quench itI suspect. Whence it will come I know not.
Ant.Tush; 'tis not fear removes me.
Mar.No more: your Uncle.
Jul.Oh, the good hour upon you Gentlemen:Welcome Nephew; Speak it to your friend Sir,It may be happier receiv'd from you,In his acceptance.
Ant.I made bold, Uncle,To do it before; and I think he believes it.
Mar.'Twas never doubted, Sir.
Jul.Here are sports (Dons)That you must look on with a loving eye,And without Censure, 'less it be givingMy countrey neighbors loves their yearly offeringsThat must not be refus'd; though't be more painTo the Spectator, than the painful Actor,'Twill abide no more test than the tinselWe clad our Masks in for an hours wearing,Or the Livery Lace sometimes on the cloaksOf a greatDon's Followers: I speak no furtherThan our own Countrey, Sir.
Mar.For my part, Sir,The more absurd, 't shall be the better welcome.
Jul.You'll find the guest you look for: I heard Cousin,You were atToledoth' other day.
Ant.Not late, Sir.
Jul.Oh fie! must I be plainer? You chang'd the pointWithTirsoandLisauro, two of the StockOf our Antagonists, theBellides.
Ant.A meer proffer, Sir; the preventionWas quick with us: we had done somewhat else:This Gentleman was engag'd in't.
Jul.I amThe enemy to his foe for it: that wild-fireWill crave more than fair water, to quench itI suspect. Whence it will come I know not.
Enter two or three Gentlemen.
Ant.I was about a gentle reconcilement,But I do fear I shall goe back agen.Jul.Come, come; The Sports are coming on us:Nay, I have more guests to grace it: WelcomeDonGostazo, Giraldo, Philippo: Seat, seat all.[Musick.
Ant.I was about a gentle reconcilement,But I do fear I shall goe back agen.
Jul.Come, come; The Sports are coming on us:Nay, I have more guests to grace it: WelcomeDonGostazo, Giraldo, Philippo: Seat, seat all.[Musick.
Enter aCupid.
Cup.Love is little, and therefore I present him;Love is a fire, therefore you may lament him.Mar.Alas poor Love, who are they that can quench him?Jul.He's not without those members, fear him not.Cup.Love shoots, therefore I bear his bow about.And Love is blind, therefore my eyes are out.Ma.I never heard Love give reason for what he did before.
Cup.Love is little, and therefore I present him;Love is a fire, therefore you may lament him.
Mar.Alas poor Love, who are they that can quench him?
Jul.He's not without those members, fear him not.
Cup.Love shoots, therefore I bear his bow about.And Love is blind, therefore my eyes are out.
Ma.I never heard Love give reason for what he did before.
EnterBustofa (forParis.)
Cup.Let such as can s[e]e, see such as cannot: behold,Our goddesses all three strive for the ball of Gold:And here fairPariscomes, the hopeful youth ofTroy,QueenHecub's darling-son, KingPriamsonly joy.Mart.Is thisParis? I should have taken him forHectorrather.Bust.Parisat this time: Pray you hold your prating.Ant.Pariscan be angry.Jul.Oh at this timeYou must pardon him: he comes as a Judge.Mar.—— Mercy on all that looks upon him, say I.Bust.The thundring seas whose watry fire washes the Whiting Mops.The gentle Whale, whose feet so fell, flies o'r the mountain tops.No roars so fierce, no throats so deep, no howls can bring such fears.AsPariscan, if Garden from he call his Dogs and Bears.Mar.I, those they were, that I fear'd all this while.Bust.YesJack-an-Apes.Mar.I thank you goodParis.Bust.You may hold your peace, and stand further out o'th way then:The lines will fall where they light,YesJack-an-Apes, he hath [to sport], and faces make like mirth,Whilst bellowing buls, the horned beasts, do toss from ground to earth:Blind Bear there is, asCupidblind.Ant.That Bear would be whip'd for losing of his eies.Bust.Be whipped man may see,But we present no such content, butNymphssuch as they be.Ant.These are long lines.Mar.Can you blame him, leading Buls and Bears in 'em.
Cup.Let such as can s[e]e, see such as cannot: behold,Our goddesses all three strive for the ball of Gold:And here fairPariscomes, the hopeful youth ofTroy,QueenHecub's darling-son, KingPriamsonly joy.
Mart.Is thisParis? I should have taken him forHectorrather.
Bust.Parisat this time: Pray you hold your prating.
Ant.Pariscan be angry.
Jul.Oh at this timeYou must pardon him: he comes as a Judge.
Mar.—— Mercy on all that looks upon him, say I.
Bust.The thundring seas whose watry fire washes the Whiting Mops.The gentle Whale, whose feet so fell, flies o'r the mountain tops.No roars so fierce, no throats so deep, no howls can bring such fears.AsPariscan, if Garden from he call his Dogs and Bears.
Mar.I, those they were, that I fear'd all this while.
Bust.YesJack-an-Apes.
Mar.I thank you goodParis.
Bust.You may hold your peace, and stand further out o'th way then:The lines will fall where they light,YesJack-an-Apes, he hath [to sport], and faces make like mirth,Whilst bellowing buls, the horned beasts, do toss from ground to earth:Blind Bear there is, asCupidblind.
Ant.That Bear would be whip'd for losing of his eies.
Bust.Be whipped man may see,But we present no such content, butNymphssuch as they be.
Ant.These are long lines.
Mar.Can you blame him, leading Buls and Bears in 'em.
Enter Shepherd singing, withIsmena, Aminta, Florimel, (asJuno, Pallas, Venus,)and three Nymphs attending.
Bust.GoCupidblind, conduct the dumb, for Ladies must not speak here:Let shepherds sing with dancing feet, and cords of musick break here.
Bust.GoCupidblind, conduct the dumb, for Ladies must not speak here:Let shepherds sing with dancing feet, and cords of musick break here.
Song.
Now Ladies fight, with heels so light, by lot your luck must fall,WhereParisplease, to do you ease, and give the golden Ball.
Now Ladies fight, with heels so light, by lot your luck must fall,WhereParisplease, to do you ease, and give the golden Ball.
[Dance.
Mar.If you plaidParisnowAntonio, where would you bestow it?Ant.I prethee, Friend,Take the full freedom of thought, but no words.Mar.'Protest there's a third, which by her habit,Should personateVenus, and by consequenceOf the Story, receive the honors prize:And were I aParis, there it should be.Do you note her?Ant.No; mine eye is so fixed,I cannot move it.Cup.The dance is ended; Now to judgementParis.Bust.HereJuno, here: but stay, I do espyA pretty gleek coming fromPallaseye:HerePallas, here: yet stay agen: methinksI see the eye of lovelyVenuswinks:Oh close them both: shut in those golden eyn,And I will kiss those sweet blind cheeks of thine.Junois angry: yes, andPallasfrowns,WouldParisnow were gone fromIda's downs.They both are fair, butVenushas the Mole,The fairest hair, and sweetest dimple hole:To her, or her, or her, or neither;Can one man please three Ladies altogether?No, take itVenus, toss it at thy pleasure,Thou art the Lovers friend beyond his measure.Jul.Parishas done what man can do, pleas'd one,Who can do more?Mar.Stay, here's another person.
Mar.If you plaidParisnowAntonio, where would you bestow it?
Ant.I prethee, Friend,Take the full freedom of thought, but no words.
Mar.'Protest there's a third, which by her habit,Should personateVenus, and by consequenceOf the Story, receive the honors prize:And were I aParis, there it should be.Do you note her?
Ant.No; mine eye is so fixed,I cannot move it.
Cup.The dance is ended; Now to judgementParis.
Bust.HereJuno, here: but stay, I do espyA pretty gleek coming fromPallaseye:HerePallas, here: yet stay agen: methinksI see the eye of lovelyVenuswinks:Oh close them both: shut in those golden eyn,And I will kiss those sweet blind cheeks of thine.Junois angry: yes, andPallasfrowns,WouldParisnow were gone fromIda's downs.They both are fair, butVenushas the Mole,The fairest hair, and sweetest dimple hole:To her, or her, or her, or neither;Can one man please three Ladies altogether?No, take itVenus, toss it at thy pleasure,Thou art the Lovers friend beyond his measure.
Jul.Parishas done what man can do, pleas'd one,Who can do more?
Mar.Stay, here's another person.
EnterGerasto, (asMars.)
Ger.Come lovelyVenus, leave this lower Orb,And mount withMars, up to his glorious Sphere.Bust.How now, what's he:Flo.I'm ignorant what to do, Sir.Ger.Thy silver-yoke of Doves are in the Team,And thou shalt fly throughApollo's Beam:I'll see thee seated in thy golden Throne,And hold withMarsa sweet conjunction.[Exit.Bust.Ha? what fellow's this? has carried away my SisterVenus:He never rehears'd his part with me before.Jul.What follows now PrinceParis?
Ger.Come lovelyVenus, leave this lower Orb,And mount withMars, up to his glorious Sphere.
Bust.How now, what's he:
Flo.I'm ignorant what to do, Sir.
Ger.Thy silver-yoke of Doves are in the Team,And thou shalt fly throughApollo's Beam:I'll see thee seated in thy golden Throne,And hold withMarsa sweet conjunction.[Exit.
Bust.Ha? what fellow's this? has carried away my SisterVenus:He never rehears'd his part with me before.
Jul.What follows now PrinceParis?
[Flor.within.——H[e]lp, help, help.
B[u]st.Hue and cry, I think Sir, this isVenusvoice,Mine own SisterFlori[m]els.Mar.What is there some Tragick-Act behind?Bust.No, no, altogether Comical;MarsandVenusAre in the old conjunction it seems.Mar.'Tis very improper then, forVenusNever cries out when she conjoyns withMars.Bust.That's true indeed: they are out of their parts sure,It may be 'Tis the Book-holders fault: I'll go see.—[Exit.Jul.How like you our Countrey Revels, Gentlemen?All Gent.Oh, they commend themselves, Sir.Ant.Methinks nowJunoandMinervashould take revenge onParis.It cannot end without it.Mar.I did expectInstead ofMars, the Storm-G[ao]lerEolus,AndJunoproff'ring herDeiopeiaAs satisfaction to the blustring god,To send his Tossers forth.Jul.It may so follow,Lets not prejudicate the History.
B[u]st.Hue and cry, I think Sir, this isVenusvoice,Mine own SisterFlori[m]els.
Mar.What is there some Tragick-Act behind?
Bust.No, no, altogether Comical;MarsandVenusAre in the old conjunction it seems.
Mar.'Tis very improper then, forVenusNever cries out when she conjoyns withMars.
Bust.That's true indeed: they are out of their parts sure,It may be 'Tis the Book-holders fault: I'll go see.—[Exit.
Jul.How like you our Countrey Revels, Gentlemen?
All Gent.Oh, they commend themselves, Sir.
Ant.Methinks nowJunoandMinervashould take revenge onParis.It cannot end without it.
Mar.I did expectInstead ofMars, the Storm-G[ao]lerEolus,AndJunoproff'ring herDeiopeiaAs satisfaction to the blustring god,To send his Tossers forth.
Jul.It may so follow,Lets not prejudicate the History.
EnterBustofa.
Bust.Oh, oh, oh, oh.Jul.So, here's a Passion towards.Bust.Help, help, if you be Gentlemen; my Sister,MyVenus; she's stolen away.Jul.The story changes from our expectation.Bust.Help, my father, the Miller will hang me else: godMarsIs a bawdy Villain: he said she should ride upon Doves:She's hors'd, she's hors'd, whether she will or no.Mar.Sure I think he's serious.Bust.She's hors'd upon a double Gelding, and a Stone-horse in the breechOf her: the poor wench cries help, and I cry help, and noneOf you will help.Jul.Speak, is it the show, or dost thou bawl?Bust.A pox on the Ball: my Sister bawls, and I bawl:Either bridle horse and follow, or give me a halterTo hang my self: I cannot run so fast as a hog.Jul.Follow me, I'll fill the Countrey with pursuitBut I will find the thief: my house thus abus'd?Bust.'Tis my house that's abus'd, the Sister of my fleshand bloud: oh, oh.[Exeunt.1. Wench.{'Tis time we all shift for our selves, if this be serious.2.{However I'll be gone.3.{And I.[Exeunt.Ant.You need not fright your beauties pretty souls,With the least pale complexion of a fear.Mar.Junohas better courage: andMinerva's more discreet.Ism.Alas my courage was so counterfeitIt might have been struck from me with a Feather.Junone'r had so weak a presenter.Am.Sure I was ne'r the wiser forMinerva,That I find yet about me.Ism.My dwelling, Sir?'Tis a poor yeomans roof, scarce a league off,That never sham'd me yet.Ant.Your gentle pardon:I vow my erring eies had almost cast youFor one of the most mortal enemiesThat our Family has.Ism.I'm sorry, Sir,I am so like your foe: 'Twere fit I hastedFrom your offended sight.Ant.Oh, mistake not,It was my error, and I do confess it:You'll not believe you'r welcome; nor can I speak it;But there's my friend can tell you, pray hear him.Mar.Shall I tell her, Sir? I'm glad of the employment.Ant.A kinswoman to that beauty:Am.A kin to her, Sir,But nothing to her beauty.Ant.Do not wrong it, 'tis not far behind her.Am.Her hinder parts are not far off, indeed, Sir.Mar.Let me but kiss you with his ardor now,You shall feel how he loves you.Ism.Oh forbear:'Tis not the fashion with us, but would youPerswade me that he loves me?Mar.I'll warrant youHe dies in't: and that were witness enough on't.Ism.Love me Sir? can you tell me for what reason?Mar.Fie, will you ask me that which you have about you?Ism.I know nothing Sir.Mar.Let him find it then;He constantly believes you have the thingThat he must love you for: much is apparent,A sweet and lovely beauty.Ism.So Sir; Pray youShow me one thing: Did he ne'r love before?(I know you are his bosom-Counsellor)Nay then I see your answer is not ready:I'll not believe you if you study farther.Mar.Shall I speak truth to you?Ism.Or speak no more.Mar.There was a smile thrown at him, from a LadyWhose deserts might buy him trebble, and latelyHe receiv'd it, and I know where he lost it,In this face of yours: I know his heart's within you.Ism.May I know her name?Mar.In your ear you mayWith vow of silence.Am.He'll not give over Sir:If he speak for you, he'll sure speed for you.Ant.But that's not the answer to my question.Am.You are the first in my Virgin-conscienceThat e'r spoke Love to her: oh, my heart!Ant.How do you?Am.Nothing Sir: but would I had a better face.How well your pulse beats.Ant.Healthfully, does it not?Am.It thumps prettily, methinks.Ism.Alack, I hear itWith much pity: how great is your fault too,In wrong to the good Lady!Mar.You forgetThe difficult passage he has to her,A hell of feud's between the Families.Ism.And that has often Love wrought by advantageTo peaceful reconcilement.Mar.There impossible.Ism.This way 'tis worser; 't may seed again in herUnto another generation:For where (poor Lady) is her satisfaction?Mar.It comes in me; to be truth, I love her(I'll go no farther for comparison)As dear as he loves you.Ism.How if she love not?Mar.Tush: be that my pains: You know not what ArtI have those ways.Ism.Beshrow you, you have practis'd upon me,Well, speed me here, and you with yourIsmenia.Mar.Go, the condition's drawn, ready dated,There wants but your hand to't.Am.Truely you have taken great pains, Sir.Mar.A friendly part, no more (sweet Beauty.)Am.They are happy, Sir, have such friends as you are.But do you know you have done well in this?How will his Allies receive it? she (though I say't)Is of no better bloud than I am.Mar.There I leave it, I'm at farthest that way.Ism.You shall extend your vows no larger now.My heart calls you mine own: and that's enough.Reason, I know, would have all yet conceal'd.I shall not leave you unsaluted longEither by Pen or Person.Ant.You may discourseWith me, when you think y'are alone, I shallBe present with you.Ism.Come Cosin, will you walk?Am.Alas, I was ready long since: in conscienceYou would with better will yet stay behind.Ism.Oh Love, I never thought thou'dst been so blind.Mar.You'll answer this Sir.[Exeunt.Ant.If er't be spoke on:I purpose not to propound the question.
Bust.Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Jul.So, here's a Passion towards.
Bust.Help, help, if you be Gentlemen; my Sister,MyVenus; she's stolen away.
Jul.The story changes from our expectation.
Bust.Help, my father, the Miller will hang me else: godMarsIs a bawdy Villain: he said she should ride upon Doves:She's hors'd, she's hors'd, whether she will or no.
Mar.Sure I think he's serious.
Bust.She's hors'd upon a double Gelding, and a Stone-horse in the breechOf her: the poor wench cries help, and I cry help, and noneOf you will help.
Jul.Speak, is it the show, or dost thou bawl?
Bust.A pox on the Ball: my Sister bawls, and I bawl:Either bridle horse and follow, or give me a halterTo hang my self: I cannot run so fast as a hog.
Jul.Follow me, I'll fill the Countrey with pursuitBut I will find the thief: my house thus abus'd?
Bust.'Tis my house that's abus'd, the Sister of my fleshand bloud: oh, oh.[Exeunt.
1. Wench.{'Tis time we all shift for our selves, if this be serious.2.{However I'll be gone.3.{And I.[Exeunt.
Ant.You need not fright your beauties pretty souls,With the least pale complexion of a fear.
Mar.Junohas better courage: andMinerva's more discreet.
Ism.Alas my courage was so counterfeitIt might have been struck from me with a Feather.Junone'r had so weak a presenter.
Am.Sure I was ne'r the wiser forMinerva,That I find yet about me.
Ism.My dwelling, Sir?'Tis a poor yeomans roof, scarce a league off,That never sham'd me yet.
Ant.Your gentle pardon:I vow my erring eies had almost cast youFor one of the most mortal enemiesThat our Family has.
Ism.I'm sorry, Sir,I am so like your foe: 'Twere fit I hastedFrom your offended sight.
Ant.Oh, mistake not,It was my error, and I do confess it:You'll not believe you'r welcome; nor can I speak it;But there's my friend can tell you, pray hear him.
Mar.Shall I tell her, Sir? I'm glad of the employment.
Ant.A kinswoman to that beauty:
Am.A kin to her, Sir,But nothing to her beauty.
Ant.Do not wrong it, 'tis not far behind her.
Am.Her hinder parts are not far off, indeed, Sir.
Mar.Let me but kiss you with his ardor now,You shall feel how he loves you.
Ism.Oh forbear:'Tis not the fashion with us, but would youPerswade me that he loves me?
Mar.I'll warrant youHe dies in't: and that were witness enough on't.
Ism.Love me Sir? can you tell me for what reason?
Mar.Fie, will you ask me that which you have about you?
Ism.I know nothing Sir.
Mar.Let him find it then;He constantly believes you have the thingThat he must love you for: much is apparent,A sweet and lovely beauty.
Ism.So Sir; Pray youShow me one thing: Did he ne'r love before?(I know you are his bosom-Counsellor)Nay then I see your answer is not ready:I'll not believe you if you study farther.
Mar.Shall I speak truth to you?
Ism.Or speak no more.
Mar.There was a smile thrown at him, from a LadyWhose deserts might buy him trebble, and latelyHe receiv'd it, and I know where he lost it,In this face of yours: I know his heart's within you.
Ism.May I know her name?
Mar.In your ear you mayWith vow of silence.
Am.He'll not give over Sir:If he speak for you, he'll sure speed for you.
Ant.But that's not the answer to my question.
Am.You are the first in my Virgin-conscienceThat e'r spoke Love to her: oh, my heart!
Ant.How do you?
Am.Nothing Sir: but would I had a better face.How well your pulse beats.
Ant.Healthfully, does it not?
Am.It thumps prettily, methinks.
Ism.Alack, I hear itWith much pity: how great is your fault too,In wrong to the good Lady!
Mar.You forgetThe difficult passage he has to her,A hell of feud's between the Families.
Ism.And that has often Love wrought by advantageTo peaceful reconcilement.
Mar.There impossible.
Ism.This way 'tis worser; 't may seed again in herUnto another generation:For where (poor Lady) is her satisfaction?
Mar.It comes in me; to be truth, I love her(I'll go no farther for comparison)As dear as he loves you.
Ism.How if she love not?
Mar.Tush: be that my pains: You know not what ArtI have those ways.
Ism.Beshrow you, you have practis'd upon me,Well, speed me here, and you with yourIsmenia.
Mar.Go, the condition's drawn, ready dated,There wants but your hand to't.
Am.Truely you have taken great pains, Sir.
Mar.A friendly part, no more (sweet Beauty.)
Am.They are happy, Sir, have such friends as you are.But do you know you have done well in this?How will his Allies receive it? she (though I say't)Is of no better bloud than I am.
Mar.There I leave it, I'm at farthest that way.
Ism.You shall extend your vows no larger now.My heart calls you mine own: and that's enough.Reason, I know, would have all yet conceal'd.I shall not leave you unsaluted longEither by Pen or Person.
Ant.You may discourseWith me, when you think y'are alone, I shallBe present with you.
Ism.Come Cosin, will you walk?
Am.Alas, I was ready long since: in conscienceYou would with better will yet stay behind.
Ism.Oh Love, I never thought thou'dst been so blind.
Mar.You'll answer this Sir.[Exeunt.
Ant.If er't be spoke on:I purpose not to propound the question.
EnterJulio.