Chapter 29

1. Br.Brother, why do we not thencoragiously enter?385

2. Br.Then, brother, draw thy sword & follow me.

Enter the Conjurer; it lightens & thunders; the 2. Brother falls downe.

1. Br.What, brother, doost thou fall?

Sacr.I, and thou to, Calypha.

Fall 1. Brother. Enter two Furies.

Adeste Dæmones: away with them;Go cary them straight to Sacrapantos cell,390There in despaire and torture for to dwell.These are Thenores sonnes of Thessaly,That come to seeke Delya their sister forth;But with a potion, I to her have given,My arts hath made her to forget her selfe.395He remooves a turfe, and shewes a light in a glasse.[1076]See heere the thing which doth prolong my life;With this inchantment I do any thing.And till this fade, my skill shall still endure,And never none shall breake this little glasse,But she that's neither wife, widow, nor maide.400Then cheere thy selfe; this is thy destinie,Never to die, but by a dead mans hand.Exeunt.

Adeste Dæmones: away with them;

Go cary them straight to Sacrapantos cell,390

There in despaire and torture for to dwell.

These are Thenores sonnes of Thessaly,

That come to seeke Delya their sister forth;

But with a potion, I to her have given,

My arts hath made her to forget her selfe.395

He remooves a turfe, and shewes a light in a glasse.[1076]

See heere the thing which doth prolong my life;

With this inchantment I do any thing.

And till this fade, my skill shall still endure,

And never none shall breake this little glasse,

But she that's neither wife, widow, nor maide.400

Then cheere thy selfe; this is thy destinie,

Never to die, but by a dead mans hand.

Exeunt.

EnterEumenidesthe wandering knight, and the Old Man[1077]at the Crosse.

Eum.Tell me, Time, tell me, just Time,When shall I Delia see?When shall I see the loadstar of my life?405When shall my wandring course end with her sight,Or I but view my hope, my hearts delight!Father, God speede; if you tell fortunes, I pray, good father, tell me mine.Old man.Sonne, I do see in thy face,410Thy blessed fortune worke apace;I do perceive that thou hast wit,Beg of thy fate to governe it;For wisdome govern'd by adviseMakes many fortunate and wise.415Bestowe thy almes, give more than all,Till dead men's bones come at thy call.Farewell, my sonne, dreame of no rest,Til thou repent that thou didst best.Exit Old M.Eum.This man hath left me in a laborinth:420He biddeth me give more than all,Till dead mens bones come at thy call:He biddeth me dreame of no rest,Till I repent that I do best.

Eum.Tell me, Time, tell me, just Time,

When shall I Delia see?

When shall I see the loadstar of my life?405

When shall my wandring course end with her sight,

Or I but view my hope, my hearts delight!

Father, God speede; if you tell fortunes, I pray, good father, tell me mine.

Old man.Sonne, I do see in thy face,410Thy blessed fortune worke apace;I do perceive that thou hast wit,Beg of thy fate to governe it;For wisdome govern'd by adviseMakes many fortunate and wise.415Bestowe thy almes, give more than all,Till dead men's bones come at thy call.Farewell, my sonne, dreame of no rest,Til thou repent that thou didst best.Exit Old M.

Old man.Sonne, I do see in thy face,410

Thy blessed fortune worke apace;

I do perceive that thou hast wit,

Beg of thy fate to governe it;

For wisdome govern'd by advise

Makes many fortunate and wise.415

Bestowe thy almes, give more than all,

Till dead men's bones come at thy call.

Farewell, my sonne, dreame of no rest,

Til thou repent that thou didst best.

Exit Old M.

Eum.This man hath left me in a laborinth:420He biddeth me give more than all,Till dead mens bones come at thy call:He biddeth me dreame of no rest,Till I repent that I do best.

Eum.This man hath left me in a laborinth:420

He biddeth me give more than all,

Till dead mens bones come at thy call:

He biddeth me dreame of no rest,

Till I repent that I do best.

EnterWiggen,Corobus,[1078]ChurchwardenandSexten.

Wiggen.You may be ashamed, you whorson scald Sexton and425Churchwarden, if you had any shame in those shamelesse faces of yours, to let a poore man lie so long above ground unburied. A rot on you all, that have no more compassion of a good fellow when he is gone.

Simon.What, would you have us to burie him, and to aunswere430it our selves to the parrishe?

Sexton.Parish me no parishes; pay me my fees, and let the rest runne on in the quarters accounts, and put it downe for one of your good deedes a Gods name; for I am not one that curiously stands upon merits.435

Corobus.You whoreson, sodden-headed sheepes-face, shall a good fellow do lesse service and more honestie to the parish, & will you not, when he is dead, let him have Christmas[1079]buriall?

Wiggen.Peace Corebus, as sure[1080]as Jack was Jack, the frollickst frannion[1081]amongst you, and I Wiggen his sweete sworne brother,[1082]440Jack shall have his funerals, or some of them shall lie on Gods deare earth for it, thats once.[1083]

Churchwa.Wiggen, I hope thou wilt do no more then thou darst aunswer.

Wig.Sir, sir, dare or dare not, more or lesse, aunswer or not445aunswer, do this, or have this.

Sex.Helpe, helpe, helpe![1084]Wiggen sets upon the parish with a pike staffe.

Eumenidesawakes and comes to them.

Eum.Hould thy hands, good fellow.

Core.Can you blame him, sir, if he take Jacks part against this450shake-rotten parish that will not burie Jack.

Eum.Why, what was that Jack?

Coreb.Who Jack, sir, who our Jack, sir? as good a fellow as ever troade uppon neats leather.

Wiggen.Looke you, sir, he gave foure score and nineteene455mourning gownes to the parish when he died, and because he would not make them up a full hundred, they would not bury him; was not this good dealing?

Churchwar.Oh Lord, sir, how he lies; he was not worth a halfe-penny, and drunke out every penny: and nowe his fellowes, his460drunken companions, would have us to burie him at the[1085]charge of the parish. And we make many such matches, we may pull downe the steeple, sell the belles, and thatche the chauncell. He shall lie above ground till he daunce a galliard about the churchyard for Steeven Loache.465

Wiggen.Sic argumentaris, domine Loache;—and we make many such matches, we may pull downe the steeple, sell the belles, and thatche the chauncell: in good time, sir, and hang your selves in the bell ropes when you have done.Domine oponens, præpono tibi hanc questionem, whether you will have the ground broken, or your pates470broken first? For one of them shall be done presently, and to begin mine[1086]Ile seale it upon your cockescome.

Eum.Hould thy hands, I pray thee, good fellow; be not too hastie.

Coreb.You capons face, we shall have you turnd out of the475parish one of these dayes, with never a tatter to your arse; then you are in worse taking then Jack.

Eumen.Faith and he is bad enough. This fellow does but the part of a friend, to seeke to burie his friend; how much will burie him?

Wiggen.Faith, about some fifteene or sixteene shillings will480bestow him honestly.

Sexton.I, even there abouts, sir.

Eumen.Heere, hould it then, and I have left me but one poore three halfe pence; now do I remember the wordes the old man spake at the crosse: 'bestowe all thou hast,'—and this is all,—'till485dead mens bones comes at thy call.' Heare, holde it,[1087]and so farewell.

Wig.God, and all good, bee with you sir; naie, you cormorants, Ile bestowe one peale of[1088]Jack at mine owne proper costs and charges.

Coreb.You may thanke God the long staffe and the bilbowe490blade crost not your cockescombe. Well, weele to the church stile,[1090]and have a pot, and so tryll lyll.

Both.Come, lets go.

Exeunt.

Fant.But harke you, gammer, me thinkes this Jack bore a great sway in the parish.495

Old woman.O this Jack was a marvelous fellow; he was but a poore man, but very well beloved: you shall see anon what this Jack will come to.

Enter the harvest men singing, with women in their hands.

Frol.Soft, who have wee heere? our amorous harvest starres.[1089]

Fant.I, I, let us sit still and let them alone.500

Heere they begin to sing, the song doubled.[1090]

Soe heere we come a reaping, a reaping,To reape our harvest fruite,And thus we passe the yeare so long,And never be we mute.Exit the harvest men.[1091]

Soe heere we come a reaping, a reaping,

To reape our harvest fruite,

And thus we passe the yeare so long,

And never be we mute.

Exit the harvest men.[1091]

EnterHuanebangoandCorebusthe clowne.[1092]

Frol.Soft, who have we here?505

Old w.O this is a cholerick gentleman; all you that love your lives, keepe out of the smell of his two-hand sworde: nowe goes he to the conjurer.

Fant.Me thinkes the Conjurer should put the foole into a jugling boxe.510

Huan.Fee, fa, fum,[1093]here is the Englishman,Conquer him that can, came for his lady bright,To proove himselfe a knight,And win her love in fight.

Huan.Fee, fa, fum,[1093]here is the Englishman,

Conquer him that can, came for his lady bright,

To proove himselfe a knight,

And win her love in fight.

Cor.Who-hawe, maister Bango, are you here? heare you, you515had best sit downe heere, and beg an almes with me.

Huan.Hence, base cullion, heere is he that commaundeth ingresse and egresse with his weapon, and will enter at his voluntary, whosover saith no.

A voice and flame of fire:Huanebangofalleth downe.

Voice.No.520

Old w.So with that, they kist, and spoiled the edge of as good a two hand sword, as ever God put life in; now goes Corebus in, spight of the conjurer.

Enter the Conjurer, & strikeCorebusblinde.[1094]

Sacr.Away with him into the open fields,To be a ravening pray to crowes and kites:[1095]525And for this villain, let him wander up & downeIn nought but darkenes and eternall night.[1096]Cor.Heer hast thou slain Huan, a slashing knight,And robbed poore Corebus of his sight.Exit.Sacr.Hence, villaine, hence.530Now I have unto Delya given a potion of forgetfulnes,That when shee comes, shee shall not know hir brothers.Lo where they labour, like to country slaves,With spade and mattocke on this inchaunted ground!Now will I call hir by another name,535For never shall she know hir selfe againe,Untill that Sacrapant hath breathd his last.See where she comes.Enter Delya.Come hither, Delya, take this gode.[1097]Here, hard[1098]at hand, two slaves do worke and dig for gold;540Gore them with this & thou shalt have inough.

Sacr.Away with him into the open fields,To be a ravening pray to crowes and kites:[1095]525And for this villain, let him wander up & downeIn nought but darkenes and eternall night.[1096]

Sacr.Away with him into the open fields,

To be a ravening pray to crowes and kites:[1095]525

And for this villain, let him wander up & downe

In nought but darkenes and eternall night.[1096]

Cor.Heer hast thou slain Huan, a slashing knight,And robbed poore Corebus of his sight.Exit.

Cor.Heer hast thou slain Huan, a slashing knight,

And robbed poore Corebus of his sight.

Exit.

Sacr.Hence, villaine, hence.530Now I have unto Delya given a potion of forgetfulnes,That when shee comes, shee shall not know hir brothers.Lo where they labour, like to country slaves,With spade and mattocke on this inchaunted ground!Now will I call hir by another name,535For never shall she know hir selfe againe,Untill that Sacrapant hath breathd his last.See where she comes.Enter Delya.Come hither, Delya, take this gode.[1097]Here, hard[1098]at hand, two slaves do worke and dig for gold;540Gore them with this & thou shalt have inough.

Sacr.Hence, villaine, hence.530

Now I have unto Delya given a potion of forgetfulnes,

That when shee comes, shee shall not know hir brothers.

Lo where they labour, like to country slaves,

With spade and mattocke on this inchaunted ground!

Now will I call hir by another name,535

For never shall she know hir selfe againe,

Untill that Sacrapant hath breathd his last.

See where she comes.

Enter Delya.

Come hither, Delya, take this gode.[1097]

Here, hard[1098]at hand, two slaves do worke and dig for gold;540

Gore them with this & thou shalt have inough.

He gives hir a gode.

Del.Good sir, I know not what you meane.

Sacra.She hath forgotten to be Delya,But not forgot the same[1099]she should forget:But I will change hir name.545Faire Berecynthia, so this country calls you,Goe ply these strangers, wench, they dig for gold.Exit Sacrapant.Delya.O heavens! how am I beholding to[1100]this faire yong man.But I must ply these strangers to their worke.See where they come.550

Sacra.She hath forgotten to be Delya,

But not forgot the same[1099]she should forget:

But I will change hir name.545

Faire Berecynthia, so this country calls you,

Goe ply these strangers, wench, they dig for gold.

Exit Sacrapant.

Delya.O heavens! how am I beholding to[1100]this faire yong man.But I must ply these strangers to their worke.See where they come.550

Delya.O heavens! how am I beholding to[1100]this faire yong man.

But I must ply these strangers to their worke.

See where they come.550

Enter the two Brothers in their shirts, with spades, digging.

1. Brother.O Brother, see where Delya is!

2. Brother.O Delya, happy are we to see thee here.

Delya.What tell you mee of Delya, prating swaines?I know no Delya nor know I what you meane;Ply you your work, or else you are like to smart.5551. Brother.Why, Delya, knowst thou not thy brothers here?We come from Thessalie to seeke thee forth,And thou deceivest thy selfe, for thou art Delya.Delya.Yet more of Delya? then take this and smart:What, faine you shifts for to defer your labor?560Worke, villaines, worke, it is for gold you digg.2. Br.Peace, brother, peace, this vild inchanterHath ravisht Delya of hir sences cleane,And she forgets that she is Delya.1. Br.Leave, cruell thou, to hurt the miserable;565Digg, brother, digg, for she is hard as steele.

Delya.What tell you mee of Delya, prating swaines?I know no Delya nor know I what you meane;Ply you your work, or else you are like to smart.555

Delya.What tell you mee of Delya, prating swaines?

I know no Delya nor know I what you meane;

Ply you your work, or else you are like to smart.555

1. Brother.Why, Delya, knowst thou not thy brothers here?We come from Thessalie to seeke thee forth,And thou deceivest thy selfe, for thou art Delya.

1. Brother.Why, Delya, knowst thou not thy brothers here?

We come from Thessalie to seeke thee forth,

And thou deceivest thy selfe, for thou art Delya.

Delya.Yet more of Delya? then take this and smart:What, faine you shifts for to defer your labor?560Worke, villaines, worke, it is for gold you digg.

Delya.Yet more of Delya? then take this and smart:

What, faine you shifts for to defer your labor?560

Worke, villaines, worke, it is for gold you digg.

2. Br.Peace, brother, peace, this vild inchanterHath ravisht Delya of hir sences cleane,And she forgets that she is Delya.

2. Br.Peace, brother, peace, this vild inchanter

Hath ravisht Delya of hir sences cleane,

And she forgets that she is Delya.

1. Br.Leave, cruell thou, to hurt the miserable;565Digg, brother, digg, for she is hard as steele.

1. Br.Leave, cruell thou, to hurt the miserable;565

Digg, brother, digg, for she is hard as steele.

Here they dig & descry the light under a little hill.

2. Br.Stay, brother, what hast thou descride?

Del.Away & touch it not; it is some thing that my lord hath hidden there.

She covers it agen.

EnterSacrapant.

Sacr.Well sed,[1101]thou plyest these pyoners well. Goe, get you in, you labouring slaves.570Come, Berecynthia, let us in likewise,And heare the nightingale record hir notes.Exeunt omnes.

Sacr.Well sed,[1101]thou plyest these pyoners well. Goe, get you in, you labouring slaves.570

Come, Berecynthia, let us in likewise,

And heare the nightingale record hir notes.

Exeunt omnes.

EnterZantyppa,the curst daughter, to the Well,[1102]with a pot in hir hand.

Zant.Now for a husband, house and home; God send a good one or none, I pray God. My father hath sent me to the well for575the water of life, and tells mee, if I give faire wordes, I shall have a husband.

Enter the fowle wench to the Well for water, with a pot in hir hand.

But heere comes Celanta, my sweete sister; Ile stand by and heare what she saies.

Celant.My father hath sent mee to the well for water, and he580tells me if I speake faire, I shall have a husband, and none of the worst. Well, though I am blacke,[1103]I am sure all the world will not forsake mee; and as the olde proverbe is, though I am blacke, I am not the divell.

Zant.Marrie gup with a murren, I knowe wherefore thou585speakest that; but goe thy waies home as wise as thou camst, or Ile set thee home with a wanion.

Here she strikes hir pitcher against hir sisters, and breakes them both andgoes hir way.

Celant.I thinke this be the curstest queane in the world. You see what she is, a little faire, but as prowd as the divell, and the veriest vixen that lives upon Gods earth. Well, Ile let hir alone, and goe590home and get another pitcher, and for all this get me to the well for water.

Exit.

Enter two Furies out of the Conjurers cell and laiesHuanebangoby the Well of Life.

EnterZantippawith a pitcher to the Well.

Zant.Once againe for a husband, & in faith, Celanta, I have got the start of you. Belike husbands growe by the Well side. Now my father sayes I must rule my tongue: why, alas, what am I then?595A woman without a tongue is as a souldier without his weapon; but Ile have my water and be gon.

Heere she offers to dip her pitcher in, and a head speakes in the Well.

Head.Gently dip, but not too deepe,[1104]For feare you make the golden birde[1105]to weepe,Faire maiden, white and red,600Stroke me smoothe, and combe my head,And thou shalt have some cockell bread.Zant.What is this,—Faire maiden white & red,Combe me smooth, and stroke my head,And thou shall have some cockell bread.[1106]605Cockell callst thou it, boy?—faith, Ile give you cockell bread.

Head.Gently dip, but not too deepe,[1104]For feare you make the golden birde[1105]to weepe,Faire maiden, white and red,600Stroke me smoothe, and combe my head,And thou shalt have some cockell bread.

Head.Gently dip, but not too deepe,[1104]

For feare you make the golden birde[1105]to weepe,

Faire maiden, white and red,600

Stroke me smoothe, and combe my head,

And thou shalt have some cockell bread.

Zant.What is this,—Faire maiden white & red,Combe me smooth, and stroke my head,And thou shall have some cockell bread.[1106]605Cockell callst thou it, boy?—faith, Ile give you cockell bread.

Zant.What is this,—Faire maiden white & red,

Combe me smooth, and stroke my head,

And thou shall have some cockell bread.[1106]605

Cockell callst thou it, boy?—faith, Ile give you cockell bread.

Shee breakes hir pitcher uppon his heade, then it thunders and lightens,[1107]andHuanebangorises up:Huanebangois deafe and cannot heare.[1108]

Huan.Phylyda phylerydos, Pamphylyda floryda flortos,Dub dub a dub, bounce quoth the guns, with a sulpherous huffe snuffe.[1109]Wakte with a wench, pretty peat, pretty love and my sweet prettie pigsnie;610Just by thy side shall sit surnamed great HuanebangoSafe in my armes will I keepe thee, threat Mars or thunder Olympus.

Huan.Phylyda phylerydos, Pamphylyda floryda flortos,

Dub dub a dub, bounce quoth the guns, with a sulpherous huffe snuffe.[1109]

Wakte with a wench, pretty peat, pretty love and my sweet prettie pigsnie;610

Just by thy side shall sit surnamed great Huanebango

Safe in my armes will I keepe thee, threat Mars or thunder Olympus.

Zant.Foe, what greasie groome have wee here? Hee looks as615though hee crept out of the backeside of the Well; and speakes like a drum perisht at the west end.

Huan.O that I might, but I may not, woe to my destenie therefore,[1110]Kisse that I claspe,—but I cannot; tell mee my destenie where-fore?620Zant.Whoope nowe I have my dreame, did you never heare so great a wonder as this?Three blue beanes in a blue bladder, rattle, bladder, rattle.[1111]

Huan.O that I might, but I may not, woe to my destenie therefore,[1110]Kisse that I claspe,—but I cannot; tell mee my destenie where-fore?620

Huan.O that I might, but I may not, woe to my destenie therefore,[1110]

Kisse that I claspe,—but I cannot; tell mee my destenie where-fore?620

Zant.Whoope nowe I have my dreame, did you never heare so great a wonder as this?Three blue beanes in a blue bladder, rattle, bladder, rattle.[1111]

Zant.Whoope nowe I have my dreame, did you never heare so great a wonder as this?

Three blue beanes in a blue bladder, rattle, bladder, rattle.[1111]

Huan.Ile nowe set my countenance and to hir in prose; it may625be thisrim ram ruffe[1112]is too rude an incounter.

Let me, faire Ladie, if you be at leisure, revell with your sweetnes, and raile uppon that cowardly Conjurer, that hath cast me or congealed mee rather into an unkinde sleepe and polluted my carcasse.

Zantyppa.Laugh, laugh, Zantyppa, thou hast thy fortune, a foole630and a husbande under one.

Huan.Truely, sweete heart, as I seeme, about some twenty yeares, the very Aprill of mine age.

Zantyppa.Why, what a prating asse is this?

Huanebango.Hir corall lippes, hir crimson chinne,635Hir silver teeth so white within:Hir golden locks, hir rowling eye,Hir pretty parts, let them goe by:Hey ho, hath wounded me,That I must die this day to see.640Za.By gogs bones, thou art a flouting knave."Hir corall lippes, hir crimson chinne," ka, "wilshaw."[1113]

Huanebango.Hir corall lippes, hir crimson chinne,635

Hir silver teeth so white within:

Hir golden locks, hir rowling eye,

Hir pretty parts, let them goe by:

Hey ho, hath wounded me,

That I must die this day to see.640

Za.By gogs bones, thou art a flouting knave."Hir corall lippes, hir crimson chinne," ka, "wilshaw."[1113]

Za.By gogs bones, thou art a flouting knave.

"Hir corall lippes, hir crimson chinne," ka, "wilshaw."[1113]

Huan.True, my owne, and my owne because mine, & mine because mine, ha ha! Above a thousand pounds in possibilitie, and things fitting thy desire in possession.645

Zan.The sott thinkes I aske of his landes. Lobb[1114]be your comfort, and cuckold bee your destenie. Heare you, sir; and if you will have us, you had best say so betime.

Huan.True, sweete heart, and will royallize thy progeny with my petigree.650

Exeunt omnes.

EnterEumenidesthe wandring knight.

Eu.Wretched Eumenides, still unfortunate,Envied by fortune, and forlorne by fate;Here pine and die, wretched Eumenides.Die in the spring, the Aprill of my[1115]age?Here sit thee down, repent what thou hast don:655I would to God that it were nere begon.

Eu.Wretched Eumenides, still unfortunate,

Envied by fortune, and forlorne by fate;

Here pine and die, wretched Eumenides.

Die in the spring, the Aprill of my[1115]age?

Here sit thee down, repent what thou hast don:655

I would to God that it were nere begon.

EnterJacke.[1116]

Jacke.You are well overtaken, sir.

Eum.Who's that?

Jacke.You are heartily well met, sir.

Eum.Forbeare, I say, who is that which pincheth mee?660

Jacke.Trusting in God, good Master Eumenides, that you are in so good health as all your friends were at the making hereof, God give you God morrowe, sir, lacke you not a neate, handsome and cleanly yong lad, about the age of fifteene or sixteene yeares, that can runne[1117]by your horse,[1118]and for a neede make your master-shippes665shooes as blacke as incke,—howe say you sir?

Eum.Alasse, pretty lad, I know not how to keepe my selfe, and much lesse a servant, my pretty boy, my state is so bad.

Jacke.Content your selfe, you shall not bee so ill a master but ile bee as bad a servant. Tut, sir, I know you, though you know not670me. Are not you the man, sir, denie it if you can, sir,[1119]that came from a strange place in the land of Catita, where Jacke-a-napes flies with his taile in his mouth, to seeke out a Ladie as white as snowe, and as redd as blood; ha, ha, have I toucht you now?

Eum.I thinke this boy be a spirit.675How knowst thou all this?

Eum.I thinke this boy be a spirit.675

How knowst thou all this?

Jacke.Tut, are not you the man, sir, denie it if you can, sir, that gave all the money you had to the burying of a poore man, and but one three-halfe-pence left in your pursse? Content you, sir, Ile serve you, that is flat.680

Eum.Well, my lad, since thou art so impornate, I am content to entertaine thee, not as a servant, but a copartner in myjourney. But whither shall we goe? for I have not any money more than one bare three halfe-pence.

Jacke.Well, master content your selfe, for if my divination bee685not out, that shall bee spent at the next inne or alehouse we come too; for maister, I knowe you are passing hungrie; therefore Ile goe before and provide dinner untill that you come; no doubt but youle come faire and softly after.

Eum.I, go before, Ile follow thee.690

Jack.But doo you heare, maister, doo you know my name?

Eum.No, I promise thee, not yet.

Jack.Why, I am Jack.

ExeuntJack.

Eum.Jack, why be it so, then.

Enter the Hostes andJack,setting meate on the table, and Fidlers came[1120]to playi,Eumenideswalketh up and downe, and will eate no meate.

Host.How say you, sir, doo you please to sit downe?695

Eum.Hostes, I thanke you, I have no great stomack.

Host.Pray, sir, what is the reason your maister is so strange? Doth not this meate please him?

Jack.Yes, hostes, but it is my maisters fashion to pay before hee eates, therefore a reckoning, good hostesse.700

Host.Marry shall you, sir, presently.

Exit.

Eum.Why, Jack, what doost thou meane, thou knowest I have not any money: therefore, sweete Jack, tell me what shall I doo.

Jack.Well, maister, looke in your pursse.[1121]

Eum.Why, faith, it is a follie, for I have no money.705

Jack.Why, looke you, maister, doo so much for me.

Eum.Alas, Jack, my pursse is full of money.

Jack.'Alas,' maister,—does that worde belong to this accident? Why, me thinkes I should have seene you cast away your cloake, and in a bravado daunced a galliard round about the chamber; why,710maister, your man can teach you more wit than this; come, hostis cheere up my maister.

Hostis.You are heartily welcome: and if it please you to eate of a fat capon, a fairer birde, a finer birde, a sweeter birde, a crisper birde, a neater birde, your worship never eate off.715

Eum.Thankes, my fine eloquent hostesse.

Jack.But heare you, maister, one worde by the way; are you content I shall be halfes in all you get in your journey?

Eum.I am, Jack, here is my hand.

Jack.Enough, maister, I aske no more.720

Eum.Come, hostesse, receive your money, and I thanke you for my good entertainment.

Host.You are heartily welcome, sir.

Eum.Come, Jack, whether go we now?

Jack.Mary, maister, to the conjurers presently.725

Eu.Content, Jack: Hostis, farewell.

Exe. om.

EnterCorebusandZelanto[1122]the foule wench, to the Well for water.

Coreb.Come, my ducke, come. I have now got a wife; thou art faire, art thou not?[1123]

Zelan.My Corebus, the fairest alive, make no doubt of that.

Cor.Come, wench, are we almost at the wel?730

Zela.I, Corebus, we are almost at the Well now; Ile go fetch some water: sit downe while I dip my pitcher in.

Voyce.Gently dip: but not too deepe;For feare you make the gouldenbeard to weepe.

Voyce.Gently dip: but not too deepe;

For feare you make the gouldenbeard to weepe.

A head comes up with eares of corne, and she combes them in her lap.

Faire maiden, white and red,735Combe me smoothe, and stroke my head,And thou shall have some cockell bread.Gently dippe, but not too deepe,For feare thou make the goulden beard to weep.Faire maide, white and redde,740Combe me smooth, and stroke my head;And every haire a sheave shall be,And every sheave a goulden tree.

Faire maiden, white and red,735

Combe me smoothe, and stroke my head,

And thou shall have some cockell bread.

Gently dippe, but not too deepe,

For feare thou make the goulden beard to weep.

Faire maide, white and redde,740

Combe me smooth, and stroke my head;

And every haire a sheave shall be,

And every sheave a goulden tree.

A head[1124]comes up full of golde, she combes it into her lap.

Zelan.Oh see, Corebus, I have combd a great deale of golde into my lap, and a great deale of corne.745

Coreb.Well said, wench; now we shall have just[1125]enough. God send us coiners to coine our golde. But come, shall we go home, sweet heart?

Zelan.Nay, come, Corebus, I will lead you.

Coreb.So, Corebus, things have well hit,750Thou hast gotten wealth to mend thy wit.Exit.

Coreb.So, Corebus, things have well hit,750

Thou hast gotten wealth to mend thy wit.

Exit.

EnterJackand the wandring knight.

Jack.Come away, maister, come.

Eum.Go along, Jack, Ile follow thee.Jack, they say it is good to go crosse-legged, and say his prayers backward:[1126]how saiest thou?755

Jack.Tut, never feare, maister; let me alone, heere sit you still, speake not a word. And because you shall not be intised with his inchanting speeches, with this same wooll Ile stop your eares: and so, maister, sit still, for I must to the Conjurer.

ExitJack.

Enter the Conjurer to the wandring knight.

Sa.How now, what man art thou that sits so sad?760Why dost thou gaze upon these stately trees,Without the leave and will of Sacrapant?What, not a word but mum?Then, Sacrapant, thou art betraide.

Sa.How now, what man art thou that sits so sad?760

Why dost thou gaze upon these stately trees,

Without the leave and will of Sacrapant?

What, not a word but mum?

Then, Sacrapant, thou art betraide.

EnterJackinvisible, and taketh offSacrapantswreath from his head, and his sword out of his hand.

Sac.What hand invades the head of Sacrapant?765What hatefull fury doth envy my happy state?Then, Sacrapant, these are thy latest dayes.Alas, my vaines are numd, my sinews shrinke,My bloud is pearst,[1127]my breath fleeting away,And now my timelesse date is come to end:770He in whose life his actions[1128]hath beene so foule,Now in his death to hell descends his soule.

Sac.What hand invades the head of Sacrapant?765

What hatefull fury doth envy my happy state?

Then, Sacrapant, these are thy latest dayes.

Alas, my vaines are numd, my sinews shrinke,

My bloud is pearst,[1127]my breath fleeting away,

And now my timelesse date is come to end:770

He in whose life his actions[1128]hath beene so foule,

Now in his death to hell descends his soule.

He dyeth.

Jack.Oh, sir, are you gon? Now I hope we shall have some other coile. Now, maister, how like you this? the Conjurer hee is dead, and vowes never to trouble us more. Now get you to your775faire Lady, and see what you can doo with her. Alas, he heareth me not all this while; but I will helpe that.

He pulles the wooll out of his eares.

Eum.How now, Jack, what news?

Jack.Heere, maister, take this sword and dig with it, at the foote of this hill.780

He digs and spies a light.

Eum.How now, Jack, what is this?

Jack.Maister, without this the Conjurer could do nothing, and so long as this light lasts, so long doth his arte indure, and this being out, then doth his arte decay.

Eum.Why then, Jack, I will soone put out this light.785

Jack.I, maister, how?

Eum.Why with a stone Ile breake the glasse, and then blowe it out.

Jack.No, maister, you may as soone breake the smiths anfill, as this little vyoll; nor the biggest blast that ever Boreas blew,790cannot blowe out this little light; but she that is neither maide,[1129]wife, nor widowe. Maister, winde this horne; and see what will happen.

He windes the horne.

Heere entersVeneliaand breakes the glasse, and blowes out the light, and goeth in againe.

Jack.So, maister, how like you this? This is she that ranne madding in the woods, his betrothed love that keepes the crosse; and795nowe, this light being out, all are restored to their former libertie. And now, maister, to the Lady that you have so long looked for.

He draweth a curten, and thereDeliasitteth a sleepe.

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