EnterGertrude,and aBoor.
Ger.Lead, if thou thinkst we are right: why dost thou make These often stands? thou saidst thou knewst the way.
Bo.Fear nothing, I do know it: would 'twere homeward.
Ger.Wrought from me by a Beggar? at the timeThat most should tye him? 'tis some other LoveThat hath a more command on his affections,And he that fetcht him, a disguised Agent,Not what he personated; for his fashionWas more familiar with him, and more powerfulThan one that ask'd an alms: I must find outOne, if not both: kind darkness be my shrowd,And cover loves too curious search in me,For yet, suspicion, I would not name thee.
Bo.Mistris, it grows somewhat pretty and dark.
Ger.What then?
Bo.Nay, nothing; do not think I am afraid, Although perhaps you are.
Ger.I am not, forward.
Bo.Sure but you are? give me your hand, fear nothing.There's one leg in the wood, do not pull me backward:What a sweat one on's are in, you or I?Pray God it do not prove the plague; yet sureIt has infected me; for I sweat too,It runs out at my knees, feel, feel, I pray you.
Ger.What ails the fellow?
Bo.Hark, hark I beseech you, Do you hear nothing?
Ger.No.
Bo.List: a wild Hog,He grunts: now 'tis a Bear: this wood is full of 'em,And now, a Wolf, Mistress, a Wolf, a Wolf,It is the howling of a Wolf.
Ger.The braying of an Ass, is it not?
Bo.Oh, now one has me; Oh my left haunch, farewel.
Ger.Look to your Shanks, Your Breech is safe enough, the Wolf's a Fern-brake.
Bo.But see, see, see, there is a Serpent in it;It has eyes as broad as Platters; it spits fire;Now it creeps towards us, help me to say my Prayers:It hath swallowed me almost, my breath is stopt;I cannot speak: do I speak Mistress? tell me.
Ger.Why, thou strange timerous Sot, canst thou perceive Any thing i'th' Bush but a poor Glo-worm?
Bo.It may be 'tis but a Glo-worm now, but 'twill Grow to a Fire-drake presently.
Ger.Come thou from it: I have a precious guide of you, and a courteous, That gives me leave to lead my self the way thus.
Bo.It thunders, you hear that now?
Ger.I hear one hollow.
Bo.'Tis thunder, thunder:See, a Flash of Lightning:Are you not blasted Mistress? pull your Mask off,It has plaid the Barber with me here: I have lostMy Beard, my Beard, pray God you be not shaven,'Twill spoil your Marriage Mistress.
Ger.What strange Wonders Fear fancies in a Coward!
Bo.Now the Earth opens.
Ger.Prithee hold thy peace.
Bo.Will you on then?
Ger.Both love and jealousie have made me bold, Where my Fate leads me, I must go. [Exit.
Bo.God be with you then.
EnterWoolfort, Hemskirk,andAttendants.
Hem.It was the Fellow sure, he that should guide me, The Hunts-man that did hollow us.
Woolf.Best make a stand, And listen to his next: Ha!
Hem.Who goes there?
Bo.Mistress, I am taken.
Hem.Mistress? Look forth Souldiers.
Woolf.What are you Sirrah?
Bo.Truly all is leftOf a poor Boor, by day-light, by night no body,You might have spar'd your Drum, and Guns, and Pikes tooFor I am none that will stand out Sir, I.You may take me in with a walking Stick,Even when you please, and hold me with a packthred.
Hem.What woman was't you call'd to?
Bo.Woman! none Sir.
Woolf.None! did you not name Mistress?
Bo.Yes, but she'sNo woman yet: she should have been this night,But that a Beggar stole away her Bridegroom,Whom we were going to make hue and cry after;I tell you true Sir, she should ha' been married to day;And was the Bride and all; but in cameClause,The old lame Beggar, and whips up MrGoswinUnder his arm; away with him as a Kite,Or an old Fox would swoop away a Gosling.
Hem.'Tis she, 'tis she, 'tis she: Niece?
Ger.Ha!
Hem.She Sir,This was a noble entrance to your fortune,That being on the point thus to be married,Upon her venture here, you should surprise her.
Woolf.I begin,Hemskirk,to believe my fate, Works to my ends.
Hem.Yes Sir, and this adds trustUnto the fellow our guide, who assur'd meFlorezLiv'd in some Merchants shape, asGerrarddidI' the old Beggars, and that he would useHim for the train, to call the other forth;All which we find is done—That's he again— [Holla again.
Woolf.Good, we sent out to meet him.
Hem.Here's the Oak.
Ger.I am miserably lost, thus faln Into my Uncles hands from all my hopes, Can I not think away my self and dye?
EnterHubert, Higgen, Prig, Ferret, Snap, GinkslikeBoors.
Hub.I like your habits well: they are safe, stand close.
Hig.But what's the action we are for now? Ha! Robbing a Ripper of his Fish.
Prig.Or taking A Poulterer Prisoner, without ransome, Bullyes?
Hig.Or cutting off a Convoy of Butter?
Fer.Or surprizing a Boors ken, for granting cheats!
Prig.Or cackling Cheats?
Hig.Or Mergery-praters, Rogers, And Tibs o'th' Buttery?
Prig.O I could drive a RegimentOf Geese afore me, such a night as this,Ten Leagues with my Hat and Staff, and not a hissHeard, nor a wing of my Troops disordered.
Hig.Tell us,If it be milling of a lag of duds,The fetching of a back of cloaths or so;We are horribly out of linnen.
Hub.No such matter.
Hig.Let me alone with the Farmers dog, If you have a mind to the cheese-loft; 'tis but thus, And he is a silenc'd Mastiff, during pleasure.
Hub.Would it would please you to be silent.
Hig.Mum.
Woolf.Who's there?
Hub.A friend, the Hunts-man.
Hem.O 'tis he.
Hub.I have kept touch Sir, which is the Earl of these? Will he know a man now?
Hem.This my Lord's the Friend, Hath undertook the service.
Hub.If't be worthHis Lordships thanks anon, when 'tis doneLording, I'll look for't, a rude Wood-man,I know how to pitch my toils, drive in my game:And I have don't, bothFlorezand his FatherOldGerrard, with LordArnoldofBenthuisen,Cozen, andJaculin, youngFlorez's Sister:I have 'em all.
Woolf.Thou speak'st too much, too happy, To carry faith with it.
Hub.I can bring you Where you shall see, and find 'em.
Woolf.We will double What everHemskirkthen hath promis'd thee.
Hub.And I'll deserve it treble: what horse ha' you?
Woolf.A hundred. That's well: ready to take Upon surprise of 'em.
Hem.Yes.
Hub.Divide thenYour force into five Squadrons; for there areSo many out-lets, ways through the woodThat issue from the place where they are lodg'd:Five several ways, of all which Passages,We must possess our selves, to round 'em in;For by one starting hole they'll all escape else:I and 4. Boors here to me will be guides,The Squadron where you are, my self will lead:And that they may be more secure, I'll useMy wonted whoops, and hollows, as I wereA hunting for 'em; which will make them restCareless of any noise, and be a directionTo the other guides, how we approach 'em still.
Woolf.'Tis order'd well, and relisheth the Souldier; Make the divisionHemskirk; you are my charge, Fair One, I'll look to you.
Boo.Shall no body need To look to me? I'll look unto my self.
Hub.'Tis but this, remember.
Hig.Say, 'tis done, Boy. [Exeunt.
EnterGerrardandFlorez.
Ger.By this time Sir I hope you want no reasonsWhy I broke off your marriage, for though IShould as a Subject study you my PrinceIn things indifferent, it will not thereforeDiscredit you, to acknowledge me your Father,By harkning to my necessary counsels.
Flo.Acknowledge you my Father? Sir I do,And may impiety, conspiring withMy other Sins, sink me, and suddenlyWhen I forget to pay you a Sons dutyIn my obedience, and that help'd forthWith all the cheerfulness.
Ger.I pray you rise,And may those powers that see and love this in you,Reward you for it: Taught by your exampleHaving receiv'd the rights due to a Father,I tender you th' allegeance of a Subject:Which as my Prince accept of.
Flo.Kneel to me?May mountains first fall down beneath their valleys,And fire no more mount upwards, when I sufferAn act in nature so preposterous;I must o'ercome in this, in all things elseThe victory be yours: could you here read me,You should perceive how all my facultiesTriumph in my blest fate, to be found yours;I am your son, your son Sir, and am prouderTo be so, to the Father, to such goodness(Which heaven be pleas'd, I may inherit from you)Than I shall ever of those specious titlesThat plead for my succession in the Earldom(Did I possess it now) left by my Mother.
Ger.I do believe it: but—
Flo.O my lov'd Father,Before I knew you were so, by instinct,Nature had taught me, to look on your wants,Not as a stranger's: and I know not how,What you call'd charity, I thought the paymentOf some religious debt, nature stood bound for;And last of all, when your magnificent bountyIn my low ebb of fortune, had brought inA flood of blessings, though my threatning wantsAnd fear of their effects, still kept me stupid,I soon found out, it was no common pityThat led you to it.
Ger.Think of this hereafterWhen we with joy may call it to remembrance,There will be a time, more opportune, than nowTo end our story, with all circumstances,I add this only: when we fled fromWolfortI sent you intoEngland, and there placed youWith a braveFlandersMerchant, call'd richGoswin,A man supplyed by me unto that purpose,As bound by oath never to discover you,Who dying, left his name and wealth unto youAs his reputed Son, and yet receiv'd so;But now, asFlorez, and a Prince, rememberThe countreys, and the subjects general goodMust challenge the first part in your affection:The fair maid, whom you chose to be your wife,Being so far beneath you, that your loveMust grant she's not your equal.
Flo.In descentOr borrowed glories from dead Ancestors,But for her beauty, chastity, and all vertuesEver remembred in the best of women,A Monarch might receive from her, not give,Though she were his Crowns purchase; in this onlyBe an indulgent Father: in all else,Use your authority.
EnterHubert, Hemskirk, Wolfort, Bertha,andSouldiers.
Hub.Sir, here be two of 'em, The Father and the Son, the rest you shall have As fast as I can rouze them.
Ger.Who's this?Wolfort?
Wol.I Criple, your feigned crutches will not help you,Nor patch'd disguise that hath so long conceal'd you,It's now no halting: I must here findGerrard,And in this Merchants habit, one call'dFlorezWho would be an Earl.
Ger.And is, wert thou a subject.
Flo.Is this that TraitorWolfort?
Wol.Yes, but you Are they that are betrai'd:Hemskirk.
Ber.MyGoswinTurn'd Prince? O I am poorer by this greatness, Than all my former jealousies or misfortunes.
Florez.Gertrude?
Wol.Stay Sir, you were to day too near her,You must no more aim at those easie accesses,Less you can do't in air, without a head,Which shall be suddenly tri'd.
Ber.O take my heart, first, And since I cannot hope now to enjoy him, Let me but fall a part of his glad ransom.
Wol.You know not your own value, that entreat.
Ger.So proud a fiend asWolfort.
Wol.For so lost A thing asFlorez.
Flo.And that would be soRather than she should stoop again to thee;There is no death, but's sweeter than all life,WhenWolfortis to give it: O myGertrude,It is not that, nor Princedom that I goe from,It is from thee, that loss includeth all.
Wol.I, if my young Prince knew his loss, he would say so,Which that he yet may chew on, I will tell himThis is noGertrude, nor noHemskirksNiece,NorVandunksDaughter: this isBertha,Bertha,The heir ofBrabant, she that caus'd the war,Whom I did steal, during my treaty there,In your minority, to raise my self;I then fore-seeing 'twould beget a quarel,That, a necessity of my employment,The same employment, make me master of strength,That strength, the Lord ofFlanders, so ofBrabant,By marrying her: which had not been to doe Sir,She come of years, but that the expectationFirst of her Fathers death, retarded it,And since the standing out ofBruges, whereHemskirkhad hid her, till she was near lost:But Sir, we have recover'd her: your MerchantshipMay break, for this was one of your best bottomsI think.
Ger.Insolent Devil!
EnterHubert, with Jaqueline, Ginks,andCostin.
Wol.Who are these,Hemskirk?
Hem.More, more, Sir.
Flo.How they triumph in their treachery!
Hem.LordArnoldofBenthusin, this LordCostin, ThisJaquelinethe sister untoFlorez.
Wol.All found? why here's brave game, this was sport royall,And puts me in thought of a new kind of death for 'em.Hunts-man, your horn: first wind meFlorezfall,NextGerrards, then his DaughterJaquelins,Those rascals, they shall dye without their rights:Hang 'emHemskirkon these trees; I'le takeThe assay of these my self.
Hub.Not here my Lord, Let 'em be broken up upon a scaffold, 'Twill shew the better when their arbour's made.
Ger.Wretch, art thou not content thou hast betrai'd us, But mock us too?
Ginks.FalseHubert, this is monstrous.
Wol.Hubert?
Hem.Who, this?
Ger.Yes this isHubert,Wolfort, I hope he has helpt himself to a tree.
Wol.The first,The first of any, and most glad I have you Sir,I let you goe before, but for a train;Is't you have done this service?
Hub.As your Hunts-man, But now asHubert; save your selves, I will, TheWolf'safoot, let slip; kill, kill, kill, kill.
Enter with a drumVan-dunk, Merchants, Higgen, Prig, Ferret, Snap.
Wol.Betray'd?
Hub.No, but well catch'd: and I the Huntsman.
Van-d.How do youWolfort? Rascal, good knaveWolfort,I speak it now without the Rose, andHemskirk,RogueHemskirk, you that have no niece, this LadyWas stoln by you, and ta'ne by you, and nowResign'd by me, to the right owner here:Take her my Prince.
Flo.Can this be possible, Welcom my love, my sweet, my worthy love.
Van-d.I ha' giv'n you her twice: now keep her better, and thankLordHubert, that came to me inGerrardsname,And got me out, with my brave Boyes, to marchLikeCaesar, when he bred his Commentaries,So I, to bread my Chronicle, came forthCaesar Van-dunk, &veni, vidi, vici,Give me my Bottle, and set down the drum;You had your tricks Sir, had you? we ha' tricks too,You stole the Lady?
Hig.And we led your Squadrons, Where they ha' scratch'd their leggs a little, with brambles, If not their faces.
Prig.Yes, and run their heads Against trees.
Hig.'Tis CaptainPrig, Sir.
Prig.And CoronelHiggen.
Hig.We have fill'd a pit with your people, some with leggs, Some with arms broken, and a neck or two I think be loose.
Prig.The rest too, that escap'd, Are not yet out o'the briars,
Hig.And your horses, Sir,Are well set up inBrugesall by this time:You look as you were not well Sir, and would beShortly let blood; do you want a scarf?
Van-d.A halter.
Ger.'Twas like your self, honest, and nobleHubert:Can'st thou behold these mirrors all together,Of thy long, false, and bloody usurpation?Thy tyrrannous proscription, and fresh treason:And not so see thy self, as to fall downAnd sinking, force a grave, with thine own guilt,As deep as hell, to cover thee and it?
Wol.No, I can stand: and praise the toyles that took me And laughing in them dye, they were brave snares.
Flo.'Twere truer valour, if thou durst repent The wrongs th' hast done, and live.
Wol.Who, I repent? And say I am sorry? yes, 'tis the fool's language And not forWolfort.
Van-d.Wolfort, thou art a Devil, And speakst his language, oh that I had my longing Under this row of trees now would I hang him.
Flo.No let him live, until he can repent, But banish'd from our State, that is thy doom.
Van-d.Then hang his worthy Captain here, thisHemskirkFor profit of th' example.
Flo.No let himEnjoy his shame too: with his conscious life,To shew how much our innocence contemnsAll practice from the guiltiest, to molest us.
Van-d.A noble Prince.
Ger.Sir, you must help to join A pair of hands, as they have done their hearts here, And to their loves with joy.
Flo.As to mine own, My gracious Sister, worthiest Brother.
Van.I'le go afore, and have the bon-fire made,My fire-works, & flap dragons, and good backrack,With a peck of little fishes, to drink downIn healths to this day.
Hig.'Slight, here be changes, The Bells ha' not so many, nor a dance,Prig.
Prig.Our Company's grown horrible thin by it, What think youFerret?
Fer.Marry I do think, That we might all be Lords now, if we could stand for't.
Hig.Not I if they should offer it: I'le dislodge first, Remove the Bush to another climat.
Ger.Sir, you must thank this worthyBurgomaster,Here be friends ask to be look'd on too,And thank'd, who though their trade, and course of lifeBe not so perfect, but it may be better'd,Have yet us'd me with courtesy, and been trueSubjects unto me, while I was their King,A place I know not well how to resign,Nor unto whom: But this I will entreatYour grace, command them follow you toBruges;Where I will take the care on me, to findSome manly, and more profitable courseTo fit them, as a part of the Republique.
Flo.Do you hear Sirs? do so.
Hig.Thanks to your good grace.
Prig.To your good Lordship.
Fer.May you both live long.
Ger.Attend me atVan-dunks, theBurgomasters.
[Ex. all but Beggars.
Hig.Yes, to beat hemp, and be whipt twice a week,Or turn the wheel, for Crab the Rope-maker:Or learn to go along with him, his course;That's a fine course now, i' the common-wealth,Prig,What say you to it?
Prig.It is the backwardst course, I know i'the world.
Hig.ThenHiggenwill scarce thrive by it, You do conclude?
Prig.'Faith hardly, very hardly.
Hig.Troth I am partly of your mind, PrincePrig; And therefore farewelFlanders,Higgenwill seek Some safer shelter, in some other Climat, With this his tatter'd Colony: Let me seeSnap,Ferret,Prig, andHiggen, all are left O' the true blood: what? shall we intoEngland?
Prig.Agreed.
Hig.Then bear up bravely with yourBrutemy lads,Higgenhath prig'd the prancers in his dayes, And sold good penny-worths; we will have a course, The Spirit ofBottom, is grown bottomless.
Prig.I'le mand no more, nor cant.
Hig.Yes, your sixpenny worth In private, Brother, sixpence is a sum I'le steal you any mans Dogg for.
Prig.For sixpence more You'l tell the owner where he is.
Hig.'Tis right,Higgenmust practise, so mustPrigto eat;And write the Letter: and gi' the word. But nowNo more, as either of these.
Prig.But as true Beggars, As e're we were.
Hig.We stand here, for an Epilogue;Ladies, your bounties first; the rest will follow;For womens favours are a leading alms,If you be pleas'd look cheerly, throw your eyesOut at your masks.
Prig.And let your beauties sparkle.
Hig.So may you ne'er want dressings, Jewels, gowns Still i' the fashion.
Prig.Nor the men you love, Wealth nor discourse to please you.
Hig.May you Gentlemen, Never want good fresh suits nor liberty.
Prig.May every Merchant here see safe his ventures.
Hig.And every honest Citizen his debts in.
Prig.The Lawyers again good Clyents.
Hig.And the Clyents good Counsel.
Prig.All the Gamesters here good fortune.
Hig.The Drunkards too good wine.
Prig.The eaters meat Fit for their tastes and palats.
Hig.The good wives kind Husbands.
Prig.The young maids choyce of Sutors.
Hig.The Midwives merry hearts.
Prig.And all good cheer.
Hig.As you are kind unto us and our Bush,We are the Beggars and your daily Beadsmen,And have your mony, but the Alms we askAnd live by, is your Grace, give that, and thenWe'l boldly say our word is,Come again.
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(A) The First Folio, 1647.
(B) The | Beggars | Bush. | Written by | Francis Beaumont, And JohnFletcher, Gentlemen. | [wood-cut] London, | Printed for Humphrey Robinson,and Anne Mosely, | at the three Pigeons, and at the Princes Arms | inSaint Pauls Church-yard, 1661.
Another issue of the above, dated 1661, has a fresh title-page and bears the following notice:—'You may speedily expect those other Playes, which | Kirkman, and his Hawkers have deceived the | buyers withall, selling them at treble the value, that | this and the rest will be sold for, which are the | onely Originall and corrected copies, as they | were first purchased by us at no mean | rate, and since printed by us.'
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(C) The Second Folio.
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Goswina young Merchant ofBruges, viz.Florezthe right Earl ofFlandersWoolfort, Usurper of the Earldome,ClauseKing of Beggars, viz.GerrardFather toFlorez,Hubertdisguised like a Huntsman, A Lord of FlaundersHemskirk, A Favourite of the Usurper. LordArnold) LordCostin) Two Lords ofFlaundersdisguis'd like BeggarsJaqueline, Daughter toGerrard.Bertha, Heir of Brabant.Van-dunckBurgomaster ofBrugesMerchants, Saylor, &c.Higgen, Ferret, Prig, Snap, and others, Beggars. Boors, Souldiers Young Merchants, and others, Guests atGoswinsWedding.Margaret, Wife toVandunckAttendants, Boy with a Song. The Scene BRUGES. p. 209, ll. 6 and 27. A and B] Countess. l. 34. Cmisprints] houour.
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Ger. Now sweare him.
Hig. You are welcom Brother.
All. Welcom, welcom, welcom, but who shall have the keeping Of this fellow?
Hub. Thank ye friends,And I beseech ye, if you dare but trust me;For if I have kept wilde doggs and beastes for wonder,And made 'em tame too: give into my custodyThis roaring rascal I shall hamper him,With all his knacks and knaveryes, and I feare meDiscover yet a further villany in him;O he smells ranck 'oth rascall.
Ger. Take him to thee, But if he scape—
Hub. Let me be ev'n hang'd for him, Roome Sir, I'le tye ye to my leash.
Hem. Away Rascall.
Hub. Be not so stubborne: I shall swindge ye soundly, And ye play tricks with me.
Ger. Now sweare him.
Hig. I crowne thy nab, with a gag of benbouse,And stall thee by the salmon into the clowes,To mand on the pad, and strike all the cheates;To mill from the Ruffmans, commision and slates,Twang dell's, i'the stiromell, and let the Quire Cuffin:And Herman Beck strine, and trine to the Ruffin.
Ger. Now interpret this unto him.
Hig. I poure on thy pate a pot of good ale,And by the Rogues oth a Rogue thee install:To beg on the way, to rob all thou meetes;To steale from the hedge, both the shirt and the sheets:And lye with thy wench in the straw till she twang,Let the Constable, Justice, and Divell go hang.
Ger. So, now come in, But ever have an eye Sir, to your prisoner.
Hub. He must blinde both mine eyes, if he get from me.
Ger. Go, get some victualls, and some drink, some good drink For this day weele keep holly to good fortune, Come and be frollick with us.
Hig. Ye are a stanger.Exeunt.
p. 250, l. 14. C] o' th'.
p. 251, ll. 12 and 37 and often elsewhere. A and B]Jertred.
p. 252, l. 16. A and B] what ayle ye. l. 35. A] Despise me.
p. 253, l. 7. A and B] wind or. l. 11. A and B] no lying here.
p. 254, l. 13. A] Porter. l. 34. B] we daily get.
p. 255, l 13. A and B] confess it. A and Bomit stage direction. l. 18. A and Bomit] for.
p. 256, l. 28. A and B] Here in bosome, and. C] my bosom.
p. 257, l. 5. A and B] it would.
p. 258, l. 15. A] This ye are I. B] This year I.
p. 260, l. 5. Cmisprints] righty. l. 35. A and B] your letting free.
p. 261, l. 7. Cmisprints] Hem.
p. 262, l. 17. A and B] baldrick, what a. l. 28. C] pertious.
p. 263, l. 16. A and B] stands. l. 27. A and B] that whorson. l. 28. A] baster'd bullions. B] bastar'd bullions. l. 30. A and B] and change a. l. 32. A and B] mangy soul. l. 35. A and B] keep this in.
p. 264, l. 1. A and B] We be monstrous out.
p. 265, l. 26. Aomits] the.
p. 267, l. 6. Cmisprints] Heaveu. l. 9. Bomits] design.
p. 268, l. 10. A and B] nor sorrow; Oh me. l. 11. A and Bomit] Ah me. l. 33. A and Bomit] me.
p. 269, l. 11. A and B] left ham. l. 19. A and Bomit] strange.
p. 270, l. 26. B] whipt. l. 29. Bomits one] 'tis she. l. 39. A and B] Merchants shop.
p. 271, l. 6. Aand some copies ofBexpand Ger.'s speech as follows]
Ber. O I am miserably lost, thus falneInto my uncles hands from all my hopes,Can I not thinke away my selfe and dye?O I am miserably lost; thus fallenInto my uncles hands, from all my hopes:No matter now, where thou be false or no,Goswin, whether thou love an other better;Or me alone; or where thou keep thy vow,And word, or that thou come, or stay: for ITo thee from henceforth, must be ever absent,And thou to me: no more shall we come neere,To tell our selves, how bright each other [B others] eyes were,How soft our language, and how sweet our kisses,Whil'st we made one our food, th'other our feast,Not mix our soules by sight, or by a letterHereafter, but as small relation have,As two new gon to in habiting a grave:Can I not thinke away my selfe and dye?
l. 23. A and B] or a. l. 29. A and B] alone for any Farmers. l. 38. A and B] Will ye.
p. 272, l. 17. AandBgive fromThat's wellto Hub.(Char.). l. 27. B] to ye will.
p. 273, l. 32. B] those speciall.
p. 274, l. 12. A and B] your story. l. 33. A and B] Use my.
p. 275, l. 37. A and B] For your.
p. 276, l. 2. B] marrying her Sir. Bomits at end of line] Sir.
p. 277, l. 19. A and B] to end my. l. 31. Bomits] have.
p. 279, l. 11. A and B] follow me.
p. 280, l. 26. A and B] gain. l. 40. Badds] Finis.
(A) The First Folio. (B) The Second Folio. (C) The Manuscript dated Novemb. 27. 1625. This MS. is a beatiful specimen of Ralph Crane's caligraphy. It is bound in vellum, with gilt lines and gilt design on the cover. The following particulars are written on a leaf before the title-page:—
'K Digby Margrit
This manuscript beloged to the celebrated Sir Kenelm Digby. His grand-daughter (one of the daughters & co-heireses of his eldest son, John Digby) was married to Richard Mostyn Esq. of Penbedw in Denbighshire, & their daughter & coheiress to Richard Williams Esq. my Great Grandfather. Thro' this connection of my family with that of Digby, several of Sir Kenelm's books & Manuscripts have come into my possession. Wm W. E. Wynne. given by W.W.E Wynne Esq. to me W. Ormsby Gore April 8. 1837.
The title-page is as follows:—'DemetriusandEnanthe,a pleasant ComedieWritten byJohn Fletcher gent.'
End of Project Gutenberg's Beggars Bush, by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher