There is no Coronation to day,Unless your gentle votes do crown our Play,If smiles appear within each Ladies eye,Which are the leading Stars in this fair skie,Our solemn day sets glorious, for thenWe hope by theirs[oft]influence, the menWill grace what they first shin'd on, make't appear,(Both) how we please, and bless our covetous earWith your applause, more welcome than the BellsUpon a triumph, Bonfires, or what elseCan speak a Coronation. And though IWere late depos'd, and spoil'd of Majesty,By the kind aid of your hands, Gentlemen,I quickly may be Crown'd a Queen agen.
There is no Coronation to day,Unless your gentle votes do crown our Play,If smiles appear within each Ladies eye,Which are the leading Stars in this fair skie,Our solemn day sets glorious, for thenWe hope by theirs[oft]influence, the menWill grace what they first shin'd on, make't appear,(Both) how we please, and bless our covetous earWith your applause, more welcome than the BellsUpon a triumph, Bonfires, or what elseCan speak a Coronation. And though IWere late depos'd, and spoil'd of Majesty,By the kind aid of your hands, Gentlemen,I quickly may be Crown'd a Queen agen.
The Persons represented in the Play.Ricardo,a young Gentleman, in love withViola.Antonio,the Coxcomb Gentleman.Mercurie,fellow-traveller withAntonio.Uberto,}three merry Gentlemen, friends toRicardo.Pedro,Silvio,Valerio,a Countrey Gentleman.Curio,Kinsman toAntonio.Justice,a shallow one.Andrugio,Father toViola.Alexander,servant toMercurie'sMother.Marke,the Justice's Clerk.Rowland,servant toAndrugio.Tinker.Constable.Watch.Drawer.Musicians.WOMEN.Viola,Daughter toAndrugio.Maria,Wife toAntonio.A Countrey-woman,Mother toMercurie.Nanand}Milk-maids.Madge.Dorothie,the Tinkers Trull.The Scene England, France.The Principal Actors wereNathan Field,Giles Gary,Rich. Allen,Robert Benfeild.Joseph Taylor,Emanuel Read,Hugh Atawell,Will. Barcksted.
Ricardo,a young Gentleman, in love withViola.Antonio,the Coxcomb Gentleman.Mercurie,fellow-traveller withAntonio.Uberto,}three merry Gentlemen, friends toRicardo.Pedro,Silvio,Valerio,a Countrey Gentleman.Curio,Kinsman toAntonio.Justice,a shallow one.Andrugio,Father toViola.Alexander,servant toMercurie'sMother.Marke,the Justice's Clerk.Rowland,servant toAndrugio.Tinker.Constable.Watch.Drawer.Musicians.
Viola,Daughter toAndrugio.Maria,Wife toAntonio.A Countrey-woman,Mother toMercurie.Nanand}Milk-maids.Madge.Dorothie,the Tinkers Trull.
The Scene England, France.
Nathan Field,Giles Gary,Rich. Allen,Robert Benfeild.Joseph Taylor,Emanuel Read,Hugh Atawell,Will. Barcksted.
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 ownWere this way skilful, and without the crimeOf 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 rudeAnd harsh amongth'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'dBefore such Judges 'twill not be deny'dA 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.
EnterRichardoandViola.
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 softlyFor 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 ofThe 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 notYou have so won upon me, that could I thinkYou would love faithfully (though to entertainAnother 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]avean 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 haveE'r they depart, I will make home, and store meWith all the Jewels, Chains, and Gold are trustedUnto my custody, and at the next corner,To my Fathers house, before one at the farthest,Be ready to receive me.Rich.I desireNo bond beyond your promise, let's go in,To talk thus much, before the door, may breedSuspition.
EnterMercuryandAntoniotalking.
Vio.Here are company too.Rich.Away,Those powers that prosper true and honest lovesWill bless our undertakings.Vio.'Tis my wish, Sir.[ExitRich.andVio.Mer.Nay, Sir, excuse me, I have drawn you toToo much expence already in my travel:And you have been too forward in your love;To make my wants your own, allow me mannersWhich you must grant I want, should I increase,The bond in which your courtesies have ti'd me:Bystill consuming you, give me leaveTo 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 oneSeen Cities, Countreys, Kingdoms, and their wonders;Been bedfellows, and in our various journeyMixt all our observations, part (as ifWe 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 mineIs wholly at your service.Mer.'Tis this tires me,Sir, I were easily woo'd, if nothing elseBut 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 loveAfter my travel: then mine own honestyTells me 'tis poor, having indifferent meansTo 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 friendBe burthensome to me? for this excuseHad 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 cannotBy 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 giveA 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?ButBalaam'sAsse 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 begetNew 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 notWelcome to any that looks like a man:I'll guide you the way.Ant.Nay, follow, I have a trick in't.[Exit.
EnterUberto, 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 skillOr be, or nice, or curious, every yearI celebrate my marriage night; and willTill I see my absent Husband.Uber.'Tis fit freedom.Silv.Richardothou 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.
EnterAntoniaandMercurie.
Mer.Let 'em be whatthey [will,] we'll [give] themfairEntertain, and gentle welcome.Ant.It shall be so.Mer.Then let it be your pleasure.Ant.Lets stand aside, and you shall see us haveFine 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 isViola.There is my kinsmans wife,Portiaher name, and aFriend 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 theirmouths; myMistriss? 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 couldLet 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 trulyWhat right he robs himself of, and what wrongHe doth the youth of such aGentlewoman,That knows her beauty, is no longer hers,Than men will please to make it so, and use itNeither of which lies freely in a Husband,Oh what have I done, what have I done, Coxcomb?If I had never seen, or never tastedThe goodness of this kix, I had been a made man,But now to make a Cuckold is a sinAgainst 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.MyHusband's welcomehome, 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 hadnot 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, commandWithout more compliment.Mer.I thank you:She's wise, and speaks well too, oh what a blessingIs 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 afool too——Yet those eyes would tempt anotherAdam, 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 fromyour lodging.Sil.Well.[Exit manent, Ant. Mar.andMer.Ant.Come my dearMercury, I'll bring you to your chamber, and then I am for youMaria, 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—[ExitAnt.andMer.This fool and his fair Wife have made me frantickFrom two such Physicks for the soul, deliver me.[Exit.
EnterRichardo, Uberto, Pedro,andSilvio.
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 furtherfor theirlading, than a Merchant, and through as many storms, but they'll be fraughted, they aremad[e]likeCarrecks, only strength and storage.Ric.Come, come, you talk, you talk.Sil.We do so, but tell meRichardo, wot thou marryher?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 burntsack will recover us, I am as cold as Christmas, this stealing flesh in the frosty weather, may be sweet i'th' eating,but surethe 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.
EnterViolawith a Key, and a little Casket.
The night is terrible, and I enclos'dWith that my vertue and my self hate most,Darkness; yet must I fear that which I wish,Some company, and every step I takeSounds louder in my fearful ears to nightThan ever did, the shrill and sacred bellThat rang me to my prayers; the house will riseWhen I unlock the dore, were it by dayI am bold enough, but then a thousand eyesWarne me from going, might not[God]have madeA time for envious prying folk to sleep,Whilst lovers met, and yet the Sun have shone?Yet I was bold enough, to steal this keyOut of my fathers Chamber, and dare yetVenture upon mine enemy, the night,Arm'd only with my love, to meet my friendAlas how valiant, and how fraid at onceLove makes a Virgin! I will throw this keyBack through a window, I had wealth enoughIn Jewels with me, if I hold his loveI 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 lookTo 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.
EnterRichardo, Pedro, Uberto, Silvio,andDrawerwith 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, goodUbertogoe,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.
EnterDrawerwith 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 incklingof 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 signiorSilvio, I shall scratch your head, indeed I shall.Sil.Judge me, Ido but jestwith 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 noWhores, 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.
EnterViola.
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 knowEach thought of mine is innocent, and pure,As flesh and blood can hold: I cannot back;I threw the Key within, and ere I raiseMy 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—
EnterRichardo, Pedro, Uberto, Drawerwith 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 isRichardo, 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] sweetheart? 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 theW[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.
EnterDrawer, ConstableandWatch.
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] cannotsee 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.
EnterMercury.
Mer.I cannot sleep for thinking of this Asses Wife, I'll be gon presently, there's no staying here, with this Devil aboutme;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.
EnterServingman.
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.
EnterAntonio.
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 comingdown too.Mer.Alas, it will be a trouble, pray go up to her, and let me disturbe no more, 'tis unmannerly.
EnterWifeas 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 orour townmay 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 letme 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 isViola, 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 notViola, 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 Iwill 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, thatipse, 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 everDamonwas, andPytheas; orPyladesandOrestes, or any two that ever were: do youconceive 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 aTinkerwith a Cord, andDorothy.
Tink.'Tisb[i]ttercold; 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 halfventure[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 sinexcepted, as eversuffer'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;Robbinthe 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 havea humorto be hang'd, I cannot tell.
EnterViola.
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 cursesLight on my easie, foolish, childish love,That durst so lightly lay a confidenceUpon 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 PocketsDoll, 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 maylive 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 ofAsia.
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 behang'dboth.
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.[ExeuntTinkerandDorothy.
Viola.O[God], to what am I reserv'd, that knew notThrough all my childish hours and actions,More sin, than poor imagination,And too much loving of a faithless Man?For whichI'mpaid, and so, that not the dayThat now is rising to protect the harmless,And give the innocent a sanctuaryFrom theeves and spoilers, can deliver meFrom shame, at least suspition—
EnterValerio.
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, yetHas 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 fortuneHas 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 takeOstendagen; 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 bitternessWill 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.
EnterAntoniolike 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.
EnterServingman.
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.[ExitServingman.
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.
EnterWife,andServingman.
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 anIrishFootman, 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 ofDon 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 myMac dermondput 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? wellAquavitæBarrel, 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.[ExitServingmanwithAntonio.
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.
EnterRichardo.
Ric.Am I not mad? Can this weak temper'd head,That will be mad with drink, endure the wrongThat I have done a Virgin, and my Love?Be mad, for so thou ought'st, or I will beateThe walls and trees, down with thee, and will letEither thy memory out, or madness in;But sure I never lov'd fairViola,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.
EnterPedro, 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 meAnd 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 orPedro.
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, comeSilvio,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, WhichRichardomean 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 thoseThat love us best, more than we did last night.We will not give unto the poor a dropOf 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,Richardothou art mad, and then all theseAre 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, goodRichardoleave 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 strictlyLook'd to, the wind can scarce come to her, or admitShe 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 moreTo be belov'd.
EnterAndrugioandServantwith 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 thathad 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, goodPedrolook 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 lumpIs nothing but a piece of fleagme congeal'dWithout a soul, for where there's so much spiritAs would but warm a flea, those faults of mineWould 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 goodPedro, I will doNo harm, believe me, with it, I am nowFarr better temper'd; if I were not so,I have enow besides, God keep you all,And send us good success.[Exeunt.