SCENE I. — THE COUNTRY; BEFORE PUNTARVOLO'S HOUSE.ENTER FASTIDIOUS BRISK, CINEDO, CARLO BUFFONE, AND SOGLIARDO.FAST. Cinedo, watch when the knight comes, and give us word.CIN. I will, sir.[EXIT.FAST. How lik'st thou my boy, Carlo?CAR. O, well, well. He looks like a colonel of the Pigmies horse, or oneof these motions in a great antique clock; he would shew well upon ahaberdasher's stall, at a corner shop, rarely.FAST. 'Sheart, what a damn'd witty rogue's this! How he confounds withhis similes!CAR. Better with similes than smiles: and whither were you riding now,signior?FAST. Who, I? What a silly jest's that! Whither should I ride but to thecourt?CAR. O, pardon me, sir, twenty places more; your hot-house, or yourwhore-house —FAST. By the virtue of my soul, this knight dwells in Elysium here.CAR. He's gone now, I thought he would fly out presently. These be ournimble-spirited catsos, that have their evasions at pleasure, will run overa bog like your wild Irish; no sooner started, but they'll leap from onething to another, like a squirrel, heigh! dance and do tricks in theirdiscourse, from fire to water, from water to air, from air to earth, as iftheir tongues did but e'en lick the four elements over, and away.FAST. Sirrah, Carlo, thou never saw'st my gray hobby yet, didst thou?CAR. No; have you such a one?FAST. The best in Europe, my good villain, thou'lt say when thou seest him.CAR. But when shall I see him?FAST. There was a nobleman in the court offered me a hundred pound forhim, by this light: a fine little fiery slave, he runs like a — oh,excellent, excellent! — with the very sound of the spur.CAR. How! the sound of the spur?FAST. O, it's your only humour now extant, sir; a good gingle, a good gingle.CAR. S'blood! you shall see him turn morrice-dancer, he has got himbells, a good suit, and a hobby-horse.SIG. Signior, now you talk of a hobby-horse, I know where one is will notbe given for a brace of angels.FAST. How is that, sir?SOG. Marry, sir, I am telling this gentleman of a hobby-horse; it was myfather's indeed, and though I say it —CAR. That should not say it — on, on.SOG. He did dance in it, with as good humour and as good regard as any manof his degree whatsoever, being no gentleman: I have danc'd in it myselftoo.CAR. Not since the humour of gentility was upon you, did you?SOG. Yes, once; marry, that was but to shew what a gentleman might do in ahumour.CAR. O, very good.MIT. Why, this fellow's discourse were nothing but for the word humour.COR. O bear with him; an he should lack matter and words too, 'twere pitiful.SOG. Nay, look you, sir, there's ne'er a gentleman in the country has thelike humours, for the hobby-horse, as I have; I have the method for thethreading of the needle and all, the —CAR. How, the method?SOG. Ay, the leigerity for that, and the whighhie, and the daggers in thenose, and the travels of the egg from finger to finger, and all the humoursincident to the quality. The horse hangs at home in my parlour. I'll keepit for a monument as long as I live, sure.CAR. Do so; and when you die, 'twill be an excellent trophy to hang overyour tomb.SOG. Mass, and I'll have a tomb, now I think on't; 'tis but so much charges.CAR. Best build it in your lifetime then, your heirs may hap to forget itelse.SOG. Nay, I mean so, I'll not trust to them.CAR. No, for heirs and executors are grown damnable careless, 'speciallysince the ghosts of testators left walking. — How like you him, signior?FAST. 'Fore heavens, his humour arrides me exceedingly.CAR. Arrides you!FAST. Ay, pleases me: a pox on't! I am so haunted at the court, and atmy lodging, with your refined choice spirits, that it makes me clean ofanother garb, another sheaf, I know not how! I cannot frame me to yourharsh vulgar phrase, 'tis against my genius.Sog. Signior Carlo![TAKES HIM ASIDE.COR. This is right to that of Horace, "Dum vitant stulti vitia, incontraria currunt"; so this gallant labouring to avoid popularity, fallsinto a habit of affectation, ten thousand times hatefuller than the former.CAR. [POINTING TO FASTIDIOUS.] Who, he? a gull, a fool, no salt in himi' the earth, man; he looks like a fresh salmon kept in a tub; he'll bespent shortly. His brain's lighter than his feather already, and histongue more subject to lye, than that is to wag; he sleeps with a musk-catevery night, and walks all day hang'd in pomander chains for penance; hehas his skin tann'd in civet, to make his complexion strong, and thesweetness of his youth lasting in the sense of his sweet lady; a good emptypuff, he loves you well, signior.SOG. There shall be no love lost, sir, I'll assure you.FAST. [ADVANCING TO THEM.] Nay, Carlo, I am not happy in thy love, I see:pray thee suffer me to enjoy thy company a little, sweet mischief: by thisair, I shall envy this gentleman's place in thy affections, if you be thusprivate, i'faith.ENTER CINEDO.How now! Is the knight arrived?CIN. No, sir, but 'tis guess'd he will arrive presently, by his fore-runners.FAST. His hounds! by Minerva, an excellent figure; a good boy.CAR. You should give him a French crown for it; the boy would find twobetter figures in that, and a good figure of your bounty beside.FAST. Tut, the boy wants no crowns.CAR. No crown; speak in the singular number, and we'll believe you.FAST. Nay, thou are so capriciously conceited now. Sirrah damnation, Ihave heard this knight Puntarvolo reported to be a gentleman of exceedinggood humour, thou know'st him; prithee, how is his disposition? I neverwas so favoured of my stars, as to see him yet. Boy, do you look to thehobby?CIN. Ay, sir, the groom has set him up.[AS CINEDO IS GOING OUT, SOGLIARDO TAKES HIM ASIDE.FAST. 'Tis well: I rid out of my way of intent to visit him, and takeknowledge of his — Nay, good Wickedness, his humour, his humour.CAR. Why, he loves dogs, and hawks, and his wife well; he has a goodriding face, and he can sit a great horse; he will taint a staff well attile; when he is mounted he looks like the sign of the George, that's all Iknow; save, that instead of a dragon, he will brandish against a tree, andbreak his sword as confidently upon the knotty bark, as the other did uponthe scales of the beast.FAST. O, but this is nothing to that's delivered of him. They say he hasdialogues and discourses between his horse, himself, and his dog; and thathe will court his own lady, as she were a stranger never encounter'd before.CAR. Ay, that he will, and make fresh love to her every morning; thisgentleman has been a spectator of it, Signior Insulso.SOG. I am resolute to keep a page. — Say you, sir?[LEAPS FROM WHISPERING WITH CINEDO.CAR. You have seen Signior Puntarvolo accost his lady?SOG. O, ay, sir.FAST. And how is the manner of it, prithee, good signior?SOG. Faith, sir, in very good sort; he has his humours for it, sir;at first, (suppose he were now to come from riding or hunting, or so,) hehas his trumpet to sound, and then the waiting-gentlewoman she looks out,and then he speaks, and then she speaks, — very pretty, i'faith, gentlemen.FAST. Why, but do you remember no particulars, signior?SOG. O, yes, sir, first, the gentlewoman, she looks out at the window.CAR. After the trumpet has summon'd a parle, not before?SOG. No, sir, not before; and then says he, — ha, ha, ha, ha!CAR. What says he? be not rapt so.SOG. Says he, — ha, ha, ha, ha!FAST. Nay, speak, speak.SOG. Ha, ha, ha! — says he, God save you, says he; — ha, ha!CAR. Was this the ridiculous motive to all this passion?SOG. Nay, that that comes after is, — ha, ha, ha, ha!CAR. Doubtless he apprehends more than he utters, this fellow; or else —[A CRY OF HOUNDS WITHIN.SOG. List, list, they are come from hunting; stand by, close under thisterras, and you shall see it done better than I can show it.CAR. So it had need, 'twill scarce poise the observation else.SOG. Faith, I remember all, but the manner of it is quite out of my head.FAST. O, withdraw, withdraw, it cannot be but a most pleasing object.[THEY STAND ASIDE.ENTER PUNTARVOLO, FOLLOWED BY HIS HUNTSMAN LEADING A GREYHOUND.PUNT. Forester, give wind to thy horn. — Enough; by this the sound hathtouch'd the ears of the inclos'd: depart, leave the dog, and take withthee what thou has deserved, the horn and thanks.[EXIT HUNTSMAN.CAR. Ay, marry, there is some taste in this.FAST. Is't not good?SOG. Ah, peace; now above, now above![A WAITING-GENTLEWOMAN APPEARS AT THE WINDOW.PUNT. Stay; mine eye hath, on the instant, through the bounty of thewindow, received the form of a nymph. I will step forward three paces; ofthe which, I will barely retire one; and, after some little flexure of theknee, with an erected grace salute her; one, two, and three! Sweet lady,God save you!GENT. [ABOVE.] No, forsooth; I am but the waiting-gentlewoman.CAR. He knew that before.PUNT. Pardon me: 'humanum est errare'.CAR. He learn'd that of his chaplain.PUNT. To the perfection of compliment (which is the dial of the thought,and guided by the sun of your beauties,) are required these three specials;the gnomon, the puntilios, and the superficies: the superficies is that wecall place; the puntilios, circumstance; and the gnomon, ceremony; ineither of which, for a stranger to err, 'tis easy and facile; and such am I.CAR. True, not knowing her horizon, he must needs err; which I fear heknows too well.PUNT. What call you the lord of the castle, sweet face?GENT. [ABOVE.] The lord of the castle is a knight, sir; signior Puntarvolo.PUNT. Puntarvolo! O —CAR. Now must he ruminate.FAST. Does the wench know him all this while, then?CAR. O, do you know me, man? why, therein lies the syrup of the jest;it's a project, a designment of his own, a thing studied, and rehearst asordinarily at his coming from hawking or hunting, as a jig after a play.SOG. Ay, e'en like your jig, sir.PUNT. 'Tis a most sumptuous and stately edifice! Of what years is theknight, fair damsel?GENT. Faith, much about your years, sir.PUNT. What complexion, or what stature bears he?GENT. Of your stature, and very near upon your complexion.PUNT. Mine is melancholy, —CAR. So is the dog's, just.PUNT. And doth argue constancy, chiefly in love. What are his endowments?is he courteous?GENT. O, the most courteous knight in Christian land, sir.PUNT. Is he magnanimous?GENT. As the skin between your brows, sir.PUNT. Is he bountiful?CAR. 'Slud, he takes an inventory of his own good parts.GENT. Bountiful! ay, sir, I would you should know it; the poor are servedat his gate, early and late, sir.PUNT. Is he learned?GENT. O, ay, sir, he can speak the French and Italian.PUNT. Then he has travelled?GENT. Ay, forsooth, he hath been beyond seas once or twice.CAR. As far as Paris, to fetch over a fashion, and come back again.PUNT. Is he religious?GENT. Religious! I know not what you call religious, but he goes tochurch, I am sure.FAST. 'Slid, methinks these answers should offend him.CAR. Tut, no; he knows they are excellent, and to her capacity that speaksthem.PUNT. Would I might but see his face!CAR. She should let down a glass from the window at that word, and requesthim to look in't.PUNT. Doubtless the gentleman is most exact, and absolutely qualified;doth the castle contain him?GENT. No, sir, he is from home, but his lady is within.PUNT. His lady! what, is she fair, splendidious, and amiable?GENT. O, Lord, sir.PUNT. Prithee, dear nymph, intreat her beauties to shine on this side ofthe building.[EXIT WAITING-GENTLEWOMAN FROM THE WINDOW.CAR. That he may erect a new dial of compliment, with his gnomons and hispuntilios.FAST. Nay, thou art such another cynic now, a man had need walk uprightlybefore thee.CAR. Heart, can any man walk more upright than he does? Look, look; as ifhe went in a frame, or had a suit of wainscot on: and the dog watchinghim, lest he should leap out on't.FAST. O, villain!CAR. Well, an e'er I meet him in the city, I'll have him jointed, I'llpawn him in Eastcheap, among the butchers, else.FAST. Peace; who be these, Carlo?ENTER SORDIDO AND FUNGOSO.SORD. Yonder's your godfather; do your duty to him, son.SOG. This, sir? a poor elder brother of mine, sir, a yeoman, may dispendsome seven or eight hundred a year; that's his son, my nephew, there.PUNT. You are not ill come, neighbour Sordido, though I have not yet said,well-come; what, my godson is grown a great proficient by this.SORD. I hope he will grow great one day, sir.FAST. What does he study? the law?SOG. Ay, sir, he is a gentleman, though his father be but a yeoman.CAR. What call you your nephew, signior?SOG. Marry, his name is Fungoso.CAR. Fungoso! O, he look'd somewhat like a sponge in that pink'd yellowdoublet, methought; well, make much of him; I see he was never born to rideupon a mule.GENT. [REAPPEARS AT THE WINDOW.] My lady will come presently, sir.SOG. O, now, now!PUNT. Stand by, retire yourselves a space; nay, pray you, forget not theuse of your hat; the air is piercing.[SORDIDO AND FUNGOSO WITHDRAW.FAST. What! will not their presence prevail against the current of hishumour?CAR. O, no; it's a mere flood, a torrent carries all afore it.[LADY PUNTARVOLO APPEARS AT THE WINDOW.PUNT. What more than heavenly pulchritude is this.What magazine, or treasury of bliss?Dazzle, you organs to my optic sense,To view a creature of such eminence:O, I am planet-struck, and in yon sphereA brighter star than Venus doth appear!FAST. How! in verse!CAR. An extacy, an extacy, man.LADY P. [ABOVE] is your desire to speak with me, sir knight?CAR. He will tell you that anon; neither his brain nor his body are yetmoulded for an answer.PUNT. Most debonair, and luculent lady, I decline me as low as the basisof your altitude.COR. He makes congies to his wife in geometrical proportions.MIT. Is it possible there should be any such humorist?COR. Very easily possible, sir, you see there is.PUNT. I have scarce collected my spirits, but lately scattered in theadministration of your form; to which, if the bounties of your mind be anyway responsible, I doubt not but my desires shall find a smooth and securepassage. I am a poor knight-errant, lady, that hunting in the adjacentforest, was, by adventure, in the pursuit of a hart, brought to this place;which hart, dear madam, escaped by enchantment: the evening approachingmyself and servant wearied, my suit is, to enter your fair castle andrefresh me.LADY. Sir knight, albeit it be not usual with me, chiefly in the absenceof a husband, to admit any entrance to strangers, yet in the true regard ofthose innated virtues, and fair parts, which so strive to expressthemselves, in you; I am resolved to entertain you to the best of myunworthy power; which I acknowledge to be nothing, valued with what soworthy a person may deserve. Please you but stay while I descend.[EXIT FROM THE WINDOW.PUNT. Most admired lady, you astonish me.[WALKS ASIDE WITH SORDIDO AND HIS SON.CAR. What! with speaking a speech of your own penning?FAST. Nay, look: prithee, peace.CAR. Pox on't! I am impatient of such foppery.FAST. O let us hear the rest.CAR. What! a tedious chapter of courtship, after sir Lancelot and queenGuenever? Away! I marle in what dull cold nook he found this lady out;that, being a woman, she was blest with no more copy of wit but to servehis humour thus. 'Slud, I think he feeds her with porridge, I: she couldnever have such a thick brain else.SOG. Why, is porridge so hurtful, signior?CAR. O, nothing under heaven more prejudicial to those ascending subtlepowers, or doth sooner abate that which we call 'acumen ingenii', than yourgross fare: Why, I'll make you an instance; your city-wives, but observe'em, you have not more perfect true fools in the world bred than they aregenerally; and yet you see, by the fineness and delicacy of their diet,diving into the fat capons, drinking your rich wines, feeding on larks,sparrows, potato-pies, and such good unctuous meats, how their wits arerefined and rarified; and sometimes a very quintessence of conceit flowsfrom them, able to drown a weak apprehension.ENTER LADY PUNTARVOLO AND HER WAITING-WOMAN.FAST. Peace, here comes the lady..LADY. Gad's me, here's company! turn in again.[EXIT WITH HER WOMAN.FAST. 'Slight, our presence has cut off the convoy of the jest.CAR. All the better, I am glad on't; for the issue was very perspicuous.Come let's discover, and salute the knight.[THEY COME FORWARD.PUNT. Stay; who be these that address themselves towards us? What Carlo!Now by the sincerity of my soul, welcome; welcome, gentlemen: and how dostthou, thou 'Grand Scourge', or 'Second Untruss of the time'?CAR. Faith, spending my metal in this reeling world (here and there), asthe sway of my affection carries me, and perhaps stumble upon ayeoman-feuterer, as I do now; or one of fortune's mules, laden withtreasure, and an empty cloak-bag, following him, gaping when a gab willuntie.PUNT. Peace, you bandog, peace! What brisk Nymphadoro is that in thewhite virgin-boot there?CAR. Marry, sir, one that I must interest you to take a very particularknowledge of, and with more than ordinary respect; monsieur Fastidious.PUNT. Sir, I could wish, that for the time of your vouchsafed abidinghere, and more real entertainment, this is my house stood on the Museshill, and these my orchards were those of the Hesperides.FAST. I possess as much in your wish, sir, as if I were made lord of theIndies; and I pray you believe it.CAR. I have a better opinion of his faith, than to think it will be socorrupted.SOG. Come, brother, I'll bring you acquainted with gentlemen, and goodfellows, such as shall do you more grace than —SORD. Brother, I hunger not for such acquaintance: Do you take heed, lest —[CARLO COMES TOWARD THEM.SOG. Husht! My brother, sir, for want of education, sir, somewhat noddingto the boor, the clown; but I request you in private, sir.FUNG. [LOOKING AT FASTIDIOUS BRISK.] By heaven, it is a very fine suit ofclothes.[ASIDE.COR. Do you observe that signior? There's another humour has new-crack'dthe shell.MIT. What! he is enamour'd of the fashion, is he?COR. O, you forestall the jest.FUNG. I marle what it might stand him in.[ASIDE.SOG. Nephew!FUNG. 'Fore me, it's an excellent suit, and as neatly becomes him.[ASIDE.] — What said you, uncle?SOG. When saw you my niece?FUNG. Marry, yesternight I supp'd there. — That kind of boot does veryrare too.[ASIDE.SOG. And what news hear you?FUNG. The gilt spur and all! Would I were hang'd, but 'tis exceedinggood. [ASIDE.] — Say you, uncle?SOG. Your mind is carried away with somewhat else: I ask what news you hear?FUNG. Troth, we hear none. — In good faith [LOOKING AT FASTIDIOUS BRISK]I was never so pleased with a fashion, days of my life. O an I might havebut my wish, I'd ask no more of heaven now, but such a suit, such a hat,such a band, such a doublet, such a hose, such a boot, and such a —[ASIDE.SOG. They say, there's a new motion of the city of Nineveh, with Jonas andthe whale, to be seen at Fleet-bridge. You can tell, cousin?FUNG. Here's such a world of questions with him now! — Yes, I think therebe such a thing, I saw the picture. — Would he would once be satisfied!Let me see, the doublet, say fifty shillings the doublet, and between threeor four pound the hose; then boots, hat, and band: some ten or elevenpound will do it all, and suit me for the heavens![ASIDE.SOG. I'll see all those devices an I come to London once.FUNG. Ods 'slid, an I could compass it, 'twere rare [ASIDE.] — Hark you,uncle.SOG. What says my nephew?FUNG. Faith, uncle, I would have desired you to have made a motion for meto my father, in a thing that — Walk aside, and I'll tell you, sir; nomore but this: there's a parcel of law books (some twenty pounds worth)that lie in a place for a little more than half the money they cost; and Ithink, for some twelve pound, or twenty mark, I could go near to redeemthem; there's Plowden, Dyar, Brooke, and Fitz-Herbert, divers such as Imust have ere long; and you know, I were as good save five or six pound, asnot, uncle. I pray you, move it for me.SOG. That I will: when would you have me do it? presently?FUNG. O, ay, I pray you, good uncle: [SOGLIARDO TAKES SORDIDO ASIDE.] —send me good luck, Lord, an't be thy will, prosper it! O my stars, now,now, if it take now, I am made for ever.FAST. Shall I tell you, sir? by this air, I am the most beholden to thatlord, of any gentleman living; he does use me the most honourably, and withthe greatest respect, more indeed than can be utter'd with any opinion oftruth.PUNT. Then have you the count Gratiato?FAST. As true noble a gentleman too as any breathes; I am exceedinglyendear'd to his love: By this hand, I protest to you, signior, I speak itnot gloriously, nor out of affectation, but there's he and the countFrugale, signior Illustre, signior Luculento, and a sort of 'em, that whenI am at court, they do share me amongst them; happy is he can enjoy me mostprivate. I do wish myself sometime an ubiquitary for their love, in goodfaith.CAR. There's ne'er a one of them but might lie a week on the rack, erethey could bring forth his name; and yet he pours them out as familiarly,as if he had seen them stand by the fire in the presence, or ta'en tobaccowith them over the stage, in the lord's room.PUNT. Then you must of necessity know our court-star there, that planet ofwit, madona Saviolina?FAST. O Lord, sir, my mistress.PUNT. Is she your mistress?FAST. Faith, here be some slight favours of hers, sir, that do speak it,she is; as this scarf, sir, or this ribbon in my ear, or so; this feathergrew in her sweet fan sometimes, though now it be my poor fortune to wearit, as you see, sir: slight, slight, a foolish toy.PUNT. Well, she is the lady of a most exalted and ingenious spirit.FAST. Did you ever hear any woman speak like her? or enriched with a moreplentiful discourse?CAR. O villainous! nothing but sound, sound, a mere echo; she speaks asshe goes tired, in cobweb-lawn, light, thin; good enough to catch flieswithal.PUNT. O manage your affections.FAST. Well, if thou be'st not plagued for this blasphemy one day —PUNT. Come, regard not a jester: It is in the power of my purse to makehim speak well or ill of me.FAST. Sir, I affirm it to you upon my credit and judgment, she has themost harmonious and musical strain of wit that ever tempted a true ear; andyet to see! — a rude tongue would profane heaven, if it could.PUNT. I am not ignorant of it, sir.FAST. Oh, it flows from her like nectar, and she doth give it that sweetquick grace, and exornation in the composure that by this good air, as I aman honest man, would I might never stir, sir, but — she does observe aspure a phrase, and use as choice figures in her ordinary conferences, asany be in the 'Arcadia'.CAR. Or rather in Green's works, whence she may steal with more security.SORD. Well, if ten pound will fetch 'em, you shall have it; but I'll partwith no more.FUNG. I'll try what that will do, if you please.SORD. Do so; and when you have them, study hard.FUNG. Yes, sir. An I could study to get forty shillings more now! Well,I will put myself into the fashion, as far as this will go, presently.SORD. I wonder it rains not: the almanack says, we should have a store ofrain to-day.[ASIDE.PUNT. Why, sir, to-morrow I will associate you to court myself, and fromthence to the city about a business, a project I have; I will expose it toyou sir; Carlo, I am sure has heard of it.CAR. What's that, sir?PUNT. I do intend, this year of jubilee coming on, to travel: and becauseI will not altogether go upon expense, I am determined to put forth somefive thousand pound, to be paid me five for one, upon the return of myself,my wife, and my dog from the Turk's court in Constantinople. If all oreither of us miscarry in the journey, 'tis gone: if we be successful, why,there will be five and twenty thousand pound to entertain time withal.Nay, go not, neighbour Sordido; stay to-night, and help to make our societythe fuller. Gentlemen, frolic: Carlo! what! dull now?CAR. I was thinking on your project, sir, an you call it so. Is this thedog goes with you?PUNT. This is the dog, sir.CAR. He does not go barefoot, does he?PUNT. Away, you traitor, away!CAR. Nay, afore God, I speak simply; he may prick his foot with a thorn,and be as much as the whole venture is worth. Besides, for a dog thatnever travell'd before, it's a huge journey to Constantinople. I'll tellyou now, an he were mine, I'd have some present conference with aphysician, what antidotes were good to give him, preservatives againstpoison; for assure you, if once your money be out, there'll be diversattempts made against the life of the poor animal.PUNT. Thou art still dangerous.FAST. Is signior Deliro's wife your kinswoman?SOG. Ay, sir, she is my niece, my brother's daughter here, and my nephew'ssister.SORD. Do you know her, sir?FAST. O Lord, sir! signior Deliro, her husband, is my merchant.FUNG. Ay, I have seen this gentleman there often.FAST. I cry you mercy, sir; let me crave your name, pray you.FUNG. Fungoso, sir.FAST. Good signior Fungoso, I shall request to know you better, sir.FUNG. I am her brother, sir.FAST. In fair time, sir.PUNT. Come, gentlemen, I will be your conduct.FAST. Nay, pray you sir; we shall meet at signior Deliro's often.SOG. You shall have me at the herald's office, sir, for some week or so atmy first coming up. Come, Carlo.[EXEUNT.MIT. Methinks, Cordatus, he dwelt somewhat too long on this scene; it hungin the hand.COR. I see not where he could have insisted less, and to have made thehumours perspicuous enough.MIT. True, as his subject lies; but he might have altered the shape of hisargument, and explicated them better in single scenes.COR. That had been single indeed. Why, be they not the same persons inthis, as they would have been in those? and is it not an object of morestate, to behold the scene full, and relieved with variety of speakers tothe end, than to see a vast empty stage, and the actors come in one by one,as if they were dropt down with a feather into the eye of the spectators?MIT. Nay, you are better traded with these things than I, and thereforeI'll subscribe to your judgment; marry, you shall give me leave to makeobjections.COR. O, what else? it is the special intent of the author you should doso; for thereby others, that are present, may as well be satisfied, whohaply would object the same you would do.MIT. So, sir; but when appears Macilente again?COR. Marry, he stays but till our silence give him leave: here he comes,and with him signior Deliro, a merchant at whose house he is come tosojourn: make your own observation now, only transfer your thoughts to thecity, with the scene: where suppose they speak.
SCENE II. A ROOM IN DELIRO'S HOUSE.ENTER DELIRO, MACILENTE, AND FIDO WITH FLOWERS AND PERFUMES.DELI. I'll tell you by and by, sir, —Welcome good Macilente, to my house,To sojourn even for ever; if my bestin cates, and every sort of good entreaty,May move you stay with me.[HE CENSETH: THE BOY STREWS FLOWERS.MACI. I thank you, sir. —And yet the muffled Fates, had it pleased them,Might have supplied me from their own full store.Without this word, 'I thank you', to a fool.I see no reason why that dog call'd Chance,Should fawn upon this fellow more than me;I am a man, and I have limbs, flesh, blood,Bones, sinews, and a soul, as well as he:My parts are every way as good as his;If I said better, why, I did not lie.Nath'less, his wealth, but nodding on my wants,Must make me bow, and cry, 'I thank you, sir'.[ASIDE.DELI. Dispatch! take heed your mistress see you not.FIDO. I warrant you, sir, I'll steal by her softly.[EXIT.DELI. Nay, gentle friend, be merry; raise your looksOut of your bosom: I protest, by heaven,You are the man most welcome in the world.MACI. I thank you, sir. — I know my cue, I think.[ASIDE.RE-ENTER FIDO, WITH MORE PERFUMES AND FLOWERS.FIDO. Where will you have them burn, sir?DELI. Here, good Fido.What, she did not see thee?FIDO. No, sir.DELI. That is wellStrew, strew, good Fido, the freshest flowers; so!MACI. What means this, signior Deliro? all this censing?DELI. Cast in more frankincense, yet more; well said. —O Macilente, I have such a wife!So passing fair! so passing-fair-unkind!But of such worth, and right to be unkind,Since no man can be worthy of her kindness —MACI. What, can there not?DELI. No, that is as sure as death,No man alive. I do not say, is not,But cannot possibly be worth her kindness,Nay, it is certain, let me do her right.How, said I? do her right! as though I could,As though this dull, gross tongue of mine could utterThe rare, the true, the pure, the infinite rights.That sit, as high as I can look, within her!MACI. This is such dotage as was never heard.DELI. Well, this must needs be granted.MACI. Granted, quoth you?DELI. Nay, Macilente, do not so discreditThe goodness of your judgment to deny it.For I do speak the very least of her:And I would crave, and beg no more of Heaven,For all my fortunes here, but to be ableTo utter first in fit terms, what she is,And then the true joys I conceive in her.MACI. Is't possible she should deserve so well,As you pretend?DELI. Ay, and she knows so wellHer own deserts, that, when I strive t'enjoy them,She weighs the things I do, with what she merits;And, seeing my worth out-weigh'd so in her graces,She is so solemn, so precise, so froward,That no observance I can do to herCan make her kind to me: if she find fault,I mend that fault; and then she says, I faulted,That I did mend it. Now, good friend, advise me,How I may temper this strange spleen in her.MACI. You are too amorous, too obsequious,And make her too assured she may command you.When women doubt most of their husbands' loves,They are most loving. Husbands must take heedThey give no gluts of kindness to their wives,But use them like their horses; whom they feedBut half a peck at once; and keep them soStill with an appetite to that they give them.He that desires to have a loving wife,Must bridle all the show of that desire:Be kind, not amorous; nor bewraying kindness,As if love wrought it, but considerate duty.Offer no love rites, but let wives still seek them,For when they come unsought, they seldom like them.DELI. Believe me, Macilente, this is gospel.O, that a man were his own man so much,To rule himself thus. I will strive, i'faith,To be more strange and careless; yet I hopeI have now taken such a perfect course,To make her kind to me, and live contented,That I shall find my kindness well return'd,And have no need to fight with my affections.She late hath found much fault with every roomWithin my house; one was too big, she said,Another was not furnish'd to her mind,And so through all; all which, now, I have alter'd.Then here, she hath a place, on my back-side,Wherein she loves to walk; and that, she said,Had some ill smells about it: now, this walkHave I before she knows it, thus perfumedWith herbs, and flowers; and laid in divers places,As 'twere on altars consecrate to her,Perfumed gloves, and delicate chains of amber,To keep the air in awe of her sweet nostrils:This have I done, and this I think will please her.Behold, she comes.ENTER FALLACE.FAL. Here's a sweet stink indeed!What, shall I ever be thus crost and plagued,And sick of husband? O, my head doth ache,As it would cleave asunder, with these savours!All my rooms alter'd, and but one poor walkThat I delighted in, and that is madeSo fulsome with perfumes, that I am fear'd,My brain doth sweat so, I have caught the plague!DELI. Why, gentle wife, is now thy walk too sweet?Thou said'st of late, it had sour airs about it,And found'st much fault that I did not correct it.FAL. Why, an I did find fault, sir?DELI. Nay, dear wife,I know thou hast said thou has loved perfumes,No woman better.FAL. Ay, long since, perhaps;But now that sense is alter'd: you would have me,Like to a puddle, or a standing pool,To have no motion nor no spirit within me.No. I am like a pure and sprightly river,That moves for ever, and yet still the same;Or fire, that burns much wood, yet still one flame.DELI. But yesterday, I saw thee at our garden,Smelling on roses, and on purple flowers;And since, I hope, the humour of thy senseIs nothing changed.FAL. Why, those were growing flowers,And these within my walk are cut and strewed.DELI. But yet they have one scent.FAL. Ay! have they so?In your gross judgment. If you make no differenceBetwixt the scent of growing flowers and cut ones,You have a sense to taste lamp oil, i'faith:And with such judgment have you changed the chambers,Leaving no room, that I can joy to be in,In all your house; and now my walk, and all,You smoke me from, as if I were a fox,And long, belike, to drive me quite away:Well, walk you there, and I'll walk where I list.DELI. What shall I do? O, I shall never please her.MACI. Out on thee, dotard! what star ruled his birth,That brought him such a Star? blind Fortune stillBestows her gifts on such as cannot use them:How long shall I live, ere I be so happyTo have a wife of this exceeding form?[ASIDE.DELI. Away with 'em! would I had broke a jointWhen I devised this, that should so dislike her.Away, bear all away.[EXIT FIDO, WITH FLOWERS, ETC.FAL. Ay, do; for fearAught that is there should like her. O, this man,How cunningly he can conceal himself,As though he loved, nay, honour'd and ador'd! —DELI. Why, my sweet heart?FAL. Sweet heart! O, better still!And asking, why? wherefore? and looking strangely,As if he were as white as innocence!Alas, you're simple, you: you cannot change,Look pale at pleasure, and then red with wonder;No, no, not you! 'tis pity o' your naturals.I did but cast an amorous eye, e'en now,Upon a pair of gloves that somewhat liked me,And straight he noted it, and gave commandAll should be ta'en away.DELI. Be they my bane then!What, sirrah, Fido, bring in those gloves againYou took from hence.FAL. 'Sbody, sir, but do not:Bring in no gloves to spite me; if you do —DELI. Ay me, most wretched; how am I misconstrued!MACI. O, how she tempts my heart-strings with her eye,To knit them to her beauties, or to break!What mov'd the heavens, that they could not makeMe such a woman! but a man, a beast,That hath no bliss like others? Would to heaven,In wreak of my misfortunes, I were turn'dTo some fair water-nymph, that set uponThe deepest whirl-pit of the rav'nous seas,My adamantine eyes might headlong haleThis iron world to me, and drown it all.[ASIDE.COR. Behold, behold, the translated gallant.MIT. O, he is welcome.ENTER FUNGOSO, APPARELLED LIKE FASTIDIOUS BRISK.FUNG. Save you, brother and sister; save you, sir! I have commendationsfor you out o' the country. I wonder they take no knowledge of my suit:[ASIDE.] — Mine uncle Sogliardo is in town. Sister methinks you aremelancholy; why are you so sad? I think you took me for Master FastidiousBrisk, sister, did you not?FAL. Why should I take you for him?FUNG. Nay, nothing. — I was lately in Master Fastidious's company, andmethinks we are very like.DELI. You have a fair suit, brother, 'give you joy on't.FUNG. Faith, good enough to ride in, brother; I made it to ride in.FAL. O, now I see the cause of his idle demand was his new suit.DELI. Pray you, good brother, try if you can change her mood.FUNG. I warrant you, let me alone: I'll put her out of her dumps.Sister, how like you my suit!FAL. O, you are a gallant in print now, brother.FUNG. Faith, how like you the fashion? it is the last edition, I assure you.FAL. I cannot but like it to the desert.FUNG. Troth, sister, I was fain to borrow these spurs, I have left my gownin the gage for them, pray you lend me an angel.FAL. Now, beshrew my heart then.FUNG. Good truth, I'll pay you again at my next exhibition. I had butbare ten pound of my father, and it would not reach to put me wholly intothe fashion.FAL. I care not.FUNG. I had spurs of mine own before, but they were not ginglers.Monsieur Fastidious will be here anon, sister.FAL. You jest!FUNG. Never lend me penny more while you live then; and that I'd be lothto say, in truth.FAL. When did you see him?FUNG. Yesterday; I came acquainted with him at Sir Puntarvolo's: nay,sweet sister.MACI. I fain would know of heaven now, why yond foolShould wear a suit of satin? he? that rook,That painted jay, with such a deal of outside:What is his inside, trow? ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!Good heavens, give me patience, patience, patience.A number of these popinjays there are,Whom, if a man confer, and but examineTheir inward merit, with such men as want;Lord, lord, what things they are![ASIDE.FAL. [GIVES HIM MONEY.] Come, when will you pay me again, now?FUNG. O lord, sister!MACI. Here comes another.ENTER FASTIDIOUS BRISK, IN A NEW SUIT.FAST. Save you, signior Deliro! How dost thou, sweet lady? let me kiss thee.FUNG. How! a new suit? ah me!DELI. And how does master Fastidious Brisk?FAST. Faith, live in court, signior Deliro; in grace, I thank God, both ofthe noble masculine and feminine. I muse speak with you in private by andby.DELI. When you please, sir.FAL. Why look you so pale, brother?FUNG. 'Slid, all this money is cast away now.MACI. Ay, there's a newer edition come forth.FUNG. 'Tis but my hard fortune! well, I'll have my suit changed. I'll gofetch my tailor presently but first, I'll devise a letter to my father.Have you any pen and ink, sister?FAL. What would you do withal?FUNG. I would use it. 'Slight, an it had come but four days sooner, thefashion.[EXIT.FAST. There was a countess gave me her hand to kiss to-day, i' thepresence: did me more good by that light than — and yesternight sent hercoach twice to my lodging, to intreat me accompany her, and my sweetmistress, with some two or three nameless ladies more: O, I have beengraced by them beyond all aim of affection: this is her garter my daggerhangs in: and they do so commend and approve my apparel, with my judiciouswearing of it, it's above wonder.FAL. Indeed, sir, 'tis a most excellent suit, and you do wear it asextraordinary.FAST. Why, I'll tell you now, in good faith, and by this chair, which, bythe grace of God, I intend presently to sit in, I had three suits in oneyear made three great ladies in love with me: I had other three, undidthree gentlemen in imitation: and other three gat three other gentlemenwidows of three thousand pound a year.DELI. Is't possible?FAST. O, believe it, sir; your good face is the witch, and your apparelthe spells, that bring all the pleasures of the world into their circle.FAL. Ah, the sweet grace of a courtier!MACI. Well, would my father had left me but a good face for my portionyet! though I had shared the unfortunate with that goes with it, I had notcared; I might have passed for somewhat in the world then.FAST. Why, assure you, signior, rich apparel has strange virtues: itmakes him that hath it without means, esteemed for an excellent wit: hethat enjoys it with means, puts the world in remembrance of his means: ithelps the deformities of nature, and gives lustre to her beauties; makescontinual holiday where it shines; sets the wits of ladies at work, thatotherwise would be idle; furnisheth your two-shilling ordinary; takespossession of your stage at your new play; and enricheth your oars, asscorning to go with your scull.MACI. Pray you, sir, add this; it gives respect to your fools, makes manythieves, as many strumpets, and no fewer bankrupts.FAL. Out, out! unworthy to speak where he breatheth.FAST. What's he, signior?DELI. A friend of mine, sir.FAST. By heaven I wonder at you citizens, what kind of creatures you are!DELI. Why, sir?FAST. That you can consort yourselves with such poor seam-rent fellows.FAL. He says true.DELI. Sir, I will assure you, however you esteem of him, he's a man worthyof regard.FAST. Why, what has he in him of such virtue to be regarded, ha?DELI. Marry, he is a scholar, sir.FAST. Nothing else!DELI. And he is well travell'd.FAST. He should get him clothes; I would cherish those good parts oftravel in him, and prefer him to some nobleman of good place.DELI. Sir, such a benefit should bine me to you for ever, in my friend'sright; and I doubt not, but his desert shall more than answer my praise.FAST. Why, an he had good clothes, I'd carry him to court with me to-morrow.DELI. He shall not want for those, sir, if gold and the whole city willfurnish him.FAST. You say well, sir: faith, signior Deliro, I am come to have youplay the alchemist with me, and change the species of my land into thatmetal you talk of.DELI. With all my heart, sir; what sum will serve you?FAST. Faith, some three or four hundred.DELI. Troth, sir, I have promised to meet a gentleman this morning inPaul's, but upon my return I'll dispatch you.FAST. I'll accompany you thither.DELI. As you please, sir; but I go not thither directly.FAST. 'Tis no matter, I have no other designment in hand, and therefore asgood go along.DELI. I were as good have a quartain fever follow me now, for I shallne'er be rid of him. Bring me a cloak there, one. Still, upon his graceat court, I am sure to be visited; I was a beast to give him any hope.Well, would I were in, that I am out with him once, and — Come, signiorMacilente, I must confer with you, as we go. Nay, dear wife, I beseechthee, forsake these moods: look not like winter thus. Here, take my keys,open my counting-houses, spread all my wealth before thee, choose anyobject that delights thee: if thou wilt eat the spirit of gold, and drinkdissolved pearl in wine, 'tis for thee.FAL. So, sir!DELI. Nay, my sweet wife.FAL. Good lord, how you are perfumed in your terms and all! pray youleave us.DELI. Come, gentlemen.FAST. Adieu, sweet lady.[EXEUNT ALL BUT FALLACE.FAL. Ay, ay! let thy words ever sound in mine ears, and thy gracesdisperse contentment through all my senses! O, how happy is that ladyabove other ladies, that enjoys so absolute a gentleman to her servant! "Acountess gives him her hand to kiss": ah, foolish countess! he's a manworthy, if a woman may speak of a man's worth, to kiss the lips of anempress.RE-ENTER FUNGOSO, WITH HIS TAILOR.FUNG. What's master Fastidious gone, sister?FAL. Ay, brother. — He has a face like a cherubin![ASIDE.FUNG. 'Ods me, what luck's this? I have fetch'd my tailor and all: whichway went he, sister, can you tell?FAL. Not I, in good faith — and he has a body like an angel![ASIDE.FUNG. How long is't since he went?FAL. Why, but e'en now; did you not meet him? — and a tongue able toravish any woman in the earth.[ASIDE.FUNG. O, for God's sake — I'll please you for your pains, [TO HISTAILOR.] — But e'en now, say you? Come, good sir: 'slid, I had forgot ittoo: if any body ask for mine uncle Sogliardo, they shall have him at theherald's office yonder, by Paul's[EXIT WITH HIS TAILOR.FAL. Well, I will not altogether despair: I have heard of a citizen'swife has been beloved of a courtier; and why not I? heigh, ho! well, Iwill into my private chamber, lock the door to me, and think over all hisgood parts one after another.[EXIT.MIT. Well, I doubt, this last scene will endure some grievous torture.COR. How? you fear 'twill be rack'd by some hard construction?MIT. Do not you?COR. No, in good faith: unless mine eyes could light me beyond sense. Isee no reason why this should be more liable to the rack than the rest:you'll say, perhaps, the city will not take it well that the merchant ismade here to doat so perfectly upon his wife; and she again to be so'Fastidiously' affected as she is.MIT. You have utter'd my thought, sir, indeed.COR. Why, by that proportion, the court might as well take offence at himwe call the courtier, and with much more pretext, by how much the placetranscends, and goes before in dignity and virtue: but can you imaginethat any noble or true spirit in court, whose sinewy and altogetherunaffected graces, very worthily express him a courtier, will make anyexception at the opening of such as empty trunk as this Brisk is? or thinkhis own worth impeached, by beholding his motley inside?MIT. No, sir, I do not.COR. No more, assure you, will any grave, wise citizen, or modest matron,take the object of this folly in Deliro and his wife; but rather apply itas the foil to their own virtues. For that were to affirm, that a manwriting of Nero, should mean all emperors; or speaking of Machiavel,comprehend all statesmen; or in our Sordido, all farmers; and so of therest: than which nothing can be uttered more malicious or absurd. Indeedthere are a sort of these narrow-eyed decypherers, I confess, that willextort strange and abstruse meanings out of any subject, be it never soconspicuous and innocently delivered. But to such, where'er they sitconcealed, let them know, the author defies them and their writing-tables;and hopes no sound or safe judgment will infect itself with theircontagious comments, who, indeed, come here only to pervert and poison thesense of what they hear, and for nought else.ENTER CAVALIER SHIFT, WITH TWO SI-QUISSES (BILLS) IN HIS HAND.MIT. Stay, what new mute is this, that walks so suspiciously?COR. O, marry, this is one, for whose better illustration, we must desireyou to presuppose the stage, the middle aisle in Paul's, and that, the westend of it.MIT. So, sir, and what follows?COR. Faith, a whole volume of humour, and worthy the unclasping.MIT. As how? What name do you give him first?COR. He hath shift of names, sir: some call him Apple-John, some signiorWhiffe; marry, his main standing name is cavalier Shirt: the rest are butas clean shirts to his natures.MIT. And what makes he in Paul's now?COR. Troth, as you see, for the advancement of a 'si quis', or two;wherein he has so varied himself, that if any of 'em take, he may hull upand down in the humorous world a little longer.MIT. It seems then he bears a very changing sail?COR. O, as the wind, sir: here comes more.