Enter y. Nouall,Pontalier,Malotin,Lilladam,Aymer.Nou.Best day to natures curiosity,Starre ofDijum, the lustre of allFrance,Perpetuall spring dwell on thy rosy cheekes,Whose breath is perfume to our Continent,[70]SeeFloraturn’d in her varieties.Bell.Oh diuine Lord!Nou.No autumne, nor no age euer approachThis heauenly piece, which nature hauing wrought,She lost her needle and did then despaire,[75]Euer to work so liuely and so faire.Lilad.Vds light, my Lord one of the purles of your band is (without all discipline falne) out of his ranke.Nou.How? I would not for a 1000 crownes she had seen’t. DeareLiladam, reforme it.[80]Bell.O Lord:Per se, Lord, quintessence of honour, shee walkes not vnder a weede that could deny thee any thing.Baum.Prethy peace, wench, thou dost but blow the fire, that flames too much already.[85]Lilad. Aym. trim Nouall, whilst Bell her Lady.Aym.By gad, my Lord, you haue the diuinest Taylor of Christendome; he hath made you looke like an Angell in your cloth of Tissue doublet.Pont.This is a three-leg’d Lord, ther’s a fresh assault, oh that men should spend time thus![90]See see, how her blood driues to her heart, and straight vaults to her cheekes againe.Malo.What are these?Pont.One of ’em there the lower is a good, foolish, knauish sociable gallimaufry of a man, and has much taught[95]my Lord with singing, hee is master of a musicke house: the other is his dressing blocke, vpon whom my Lord layes all his cloathes, and fashions, ere he vouchsafes ’em his owne person; you shall see him i’th morning in the Gally-foyst, at noone in the Bullion, i’th euening in Quirpo, and all night[100]in—Malo.A Bawdy house.Pont.If my Lord deny, they deny, if hee affirme, they affirme: they skip into my Lords cast skins some twice a yeere, and thus they liue to eate, eate to liue, and liue to prayfe my[105]Lord.Malo.Good sir, tell me one thing.Pont.What’s that?Malo.Dare these men euer fight, on any cause?Pont.Oh no, ’t would spoyle their cloathes, and put their[110]bands out of order.Nou.Mrs, you heare the news: your father has resign’d his Presidentship to my Lord my father.Malo.And Lord Charolois vndone foreuer.Pont.Troth, ’tis pity, sir.A brauer hope of so assur’d a father[115]Did neuer comfortFrance.Lilad.A good dumbe mourner.Aym.A silent blacke.As if he had come this Christmas from St.Omers.Nou.Oh fie vpon him, how he weares his cloathes!To see his friends, and return’d after Twelfetyde.[120]Lilad.His Colonell lookes fienely like a drouer.Nou.That had a winter ly’n perdieu i’th rayne.Aym.What, he that weares a clout about his necke,His cuffes in’s pocket, and his heart in’s mouth?Nou.Now out vpon him!Beau.Seruant, tye my hand.[125]How your lips blush, in scorne that they should payTribute to hands, when lips are in the way!Nou.I thus recant, yet now your hand looks whiteBecause your lips robd it of such a right.Mounsieur Aymour, I prethy sing the song[130]Deuoted to myMrs.Cant.Musicke.After the Song, Enter Rochfort, & Baumont.Baum.Romont will come, sir, straight.Roch.’Tis well.Beau.My Father.Nouall.My honorable Lord.Roch.My LordNouallthis is a vertue in you.So early vp and ready before noone,[135]That are the map of dressing through allFrance.Nou.I rise to say my prayers, sir, heere’s my Saint.Roch.Tis well and courtly; you must giue me leaue,I haue some priuate conference with my daughter,Pray vse my garden, you shall dine with me.[140]Lilad.Wee’l waite on you.Nou.Good morne vnto your Lordship,Remember what you haue vow’d——to hisMrs.Exeunt omnes praeter Roch. Daug.Beau.Performe I must.Roch.Why how nowBeaumelle, thou look’st not well.Th’ art sad of late, come cheere thee, I haue foundA wholesome remedy for these mayden fits,[145]A goodly Oake whereon to twist my vine,Till her faire branches grow vp to the starres.Be neere at hand, successe crowne my intent,My businesse fills my little time so full,I cannot stand to talke: I know, thy duty[150]Is handmayd to my will, especiallyWhen it presents nothing but good and fit.Beau.Sir, I am yours. Oh if my teares proue true,(Exit DaugFate hath wrong’d loue, and will destroy me too.Enter Romont keeperRom.Sent you for me, sir?Roch.Yes.Rom.Your Lordships pleasure?[155]Roch.Keeper, this prisoner I will see forth commingVpon my word—Sit downe good Colonell.(Exit keeper.Why I did wish you hither, noble sir,Is to aduise you from this yron carriage,Which, so affected,Romont, you weare,[160]To pity and to counsell yee submitWith expedition to the greatNouall:Recant your sterne contempt, and slight neglectOf the whole Court, and him, and opportunity,Or you will vndergoe a heauy censure[165]In publique very shortly.Rom.Hum hum: reuerend sir,I haue obseru’d you, and doe know you well,And am now more affraid you know not me,By wishing my submission toNouall,Then I can be of all the bellowing mouthes[170]That waite vpon him to pronounce the censure,Could it determine me torments, and shame.Submit, and craue forgiuenesse of a beast?Tis true, this bile of state weares purple Tissue.Is high fed, proud: so is his Lordships horse,[175]And beares as rich Caparisons. I know,This Elephant carries on his back not onelyTowres, Castles, but the ponderous republique,And neuer stoops for’t, with his strong breath trunkSnuffes others titles, Lordships, Offices,[180]Wealth, bribes, and lyues, vnder his rauenous iawes.Whats this vnto my freedome? I dare dye;And therefore aske this Cammell, if these blessings(For so they would be vnderstood by a man)But mollifie one rudenesse in his nature,[185]Sweeten the eager relish of the law,At whose great helme he sits: helps he the pooreIn a iust businesse? nay, does he not crosseEuery deserued souldier and scholler,As if when nature made him, she had made[190]The generall Antipathy of all vertue?How sauagely, and blasphemously hee spakeTouching the Generall, the graue Generall dead,I must weepe when I thinke on’t.Roch.SirRom.My Lord,I am not stubborne, I can melt, you see,[195]And prize a vertue better then my life:For though I be not learnd, I euer lou’dThat holy Mother of all issues, good,Whose white hand (for a Scepter) holds a FileTo pollish roughest customes, and in you[200]She has her right: see, I am calme as sleepe,But when I thinke of the grosse iniuriesThe godlesse wrong done, to my Generall dead,I raue indeed, and could eate this NouallA lsoule-esse Dromodary.Roch.Oh bee temperate,[205]Sir, though I would perswade, I’le not constraine:Each mans opinion freely is his owne,Concerning any thing or any body,Be it right or wrong, tis at the Iudges perill.Enter Baumond,Bau.These men, Sir, waite without, my Lord is come too.[210]Roch.Pay ’em those summes vpon the table, takeTheir full releases: stay, I want a witnesse:Let mee intreat you Colonell, to walke in,And stand but by, to see this money pay’d,It does concerne you and your friends, it was[215]The better cause you were sent for, though sayd otherwise.The deed shall make this my request more plaine.Rom.I shall obey your pleasure Sir, though ignorantTo what is tends?Exit Seruant: Romont. Enter CharoloisRoch.Worthiest Sir,[220]You are most welcome: fye, no more of this:You haue out-wept a woman, noble Charolois.No man but has, or must bury a father.Char.Graue Sir, I buried sorrow, for his death,In the graue with him. I did neuer thinke[225]Hee was immortall, though I vow I grieue,And see no reason why the vicious,Vertuous, valiant and vnworthy manShould dye alike.Roch.They do not.Char.In the mannerOf dying, Sir, they do not, but all dye,[230]And therein differ not: but I haue done.I spy’d the liuely picture of my father,Passing your gallery, and that cast this waterInto mine eyes: see, foolish that I am,To let it doe so.Roch.Sweete and gentle nature,[235]How silken is this well comparatiuelyTo other men! I haue a suite to you Sir.Char.Take it, tis granted.Roch.What?Char.Nothing, my Lord.Roch.Nothing is quickly granted.Char.Faith, my Lord,That nothing granted, is euen all I haue,[240]For (all know) I haue nothing left to grant.Roch.Sir, ha’ you any suite to me? Ill grantYou something, any thing.Char.Nay surely, I that canGiue nothing, will but sue for that againe.[245]No man will grant mee any thing I sue for.But begging nothing, euery man will giue’t.Roch.Sir, the loue I bore your father, and the worthI see in you, so much resembling his.Made me thus send for you. And tender heere(Drawes a Curtayne.[250]What euer you will take, gold, Iewels, both,All, to supply your wants, and free your selfe.Where heauenly vertue in high blouded veinesIs lodg’d, and can agree, men should kneele downe,Adore, and sacrifice all that they haue;[255]And well they may, it is so seldome seene.Put off your wonder, and heere freely takeOr send your seruants. Nor, Sir, shall you vseIn ought of this, a poore mans fee, or bribe,Vniustly taken of the rich, but what’s[260]Directly gotten, and yet by the Law.Char.How ill, Sir, it becomes those haires to mocke?Roch.Mocke? thunder strike mee then.Char.You doe amaze mee:But you shall wonder too, I will not takeOne single piece of this great heape: why should I[265]Borrow, that haue not meanes to pay, nay amA very bankerupt, euen in flattering hopeOf euer raysing any. All my begging,IsRomontslibertie.Enter Romont. Creditors loaden with mony. Baumont.Roch.Heere is your friend,Enfranchist ere you spake. I giue him you,[270]And Charolois. I giue you to your friendAs free a man as hee; your fathers debtsAre taken off.Char.How?Rom.Sir, it is most true.I am the witnes.1 Cred.Yes faith, wee are pay’d.2 Cred.Heauen blesse his Lordship, I did thinke him wiser.[275]3 Cred.He a states-man, he an asse Pay other mens debts?1 Cred.That he was neuer bound for.Rom.One more suchWould saue the rest of pleaders.Char.Honord Rochfort.Lye still my toung and bushes, cal’d my cheekes,That offter thankes in words, for such great deeds.[280]Roch.Call in my daughter: still I haue a suit to you.(Baum. Exit.Would you requite mee.Rom.With his life, assure you.Roch.Nay, would you make me now your debter, Sir.This is my onely child: what shee appeares,(Enter Baum. Beau.Your Lordship well may see her education[285]Followes not any: for her mind, I know itTo be far fayrer then her shape, and hopeIt will continue so: if now her birthBe not too meane for Charolois, take herThis virgin by the hand, and call her wife,[290]Indowd with all my fortunes: blesse me so,Requite mee thus, and make mee happier,In ioyning my poore empty name to yours,Then if my state were multiplied ten fold.Char.Is this the payment, Sir, that you expect?[295]Why, you participate me more in debt,That nothing but my life can euer pay,This beautie being your daughter, in which yoursI must conceiue necessitie of her vertueWithout all dowry is a Princes ayme,[300]Then, as shee is, for poore and worthlesse I,How much too worthy! Waken me,Romont,That I may know I dream’t and find this vanishtRom.Sure, I sleepe not.Roch.Your sentence life or death.Char.Faire Beaumelle, can you loue me?Beau.Yes, my Lord.[305]Enter Nouall, Ponta. Malotine, Lilad. Aymer. All saluteChar.You need not question me, if I can you.You are the fayrest virgin inDigum,AndRochfortis your father.Nou.What’s this change?Roch.You met my wishes, Gentlemen.Rom.What makeThese dogs in doublets heere?Beau.A Visitation, Sir.[310]Char.Then thus, FaireBeaumelle, I write my faithThus seale it in the sight of Heauen and men.Your fingers tye my heart-strings with this touchIn true-loue knots, which nought but death shall loose.And yet these eares (an Embleme of our loues)[315]Like Cristall riuers indiuiduallyFlow into one another, make one source,Which neuer man distinguish, lesse deuide:Breath, marry, breath, and kisses, mingle soulesTwo hearts, and bodies, heere incorporate:[320]And though with little wooing I haue wonneMy future life shall be a wooing tyme.And euery day, new as the bridall one.Oh Sir I groane vnder your courtesies,More then my fathers bones vnder his wrongs,[325]YouCurtius-like, haue throwne into the gulfe,Of this his Countries foule ingratitude,Your life and fortunes, to redeeme their shames.Roch.No more, my glory, come, let’s in and hastenThis celebration.Rom. Mal. Pont. Bau.All faire blisse vpon it.[330]Exeunt Roch. Char. Rom. Bau. Mal.Nou.Mistresse.Beau.Oh seruant, vertue strengthen me.Thy presence blowes round my affections vane:You will vndoe me, if you speake againe.Exit Beaum.Lilad. Aym.Heere will be sport for you. This workes.Exeunt Lilad. Aym.Nou.Peace, peace,Pont.One word, my LordNouall.Nou.What, thou wouldst mony; there.[335]Pont.No, Ile none, Ile not be bought a slaue,A Pander, or a Parasite, for allYour fathers worth, though you haue sau’d my life,Rescued me often from my wants, I must notWinke at your follyes: that will ruine you.[340]You know my blunt way, and my loue to truth:Forsake the pursuit of this Ladies honour,Now you doe see her made another mans,And such a mans, so good, so popular,Or you will plucke a thousand mischiefes on you.[345]The benefits you haue done me, are not lost,Nor cast away, they are purs’d heere in my heart,But let me pay you, sir, a fayrer wayThen to defend your vices, or to sooth ’em.Nou.Ha, ha, ha, what are my courses vnto thee?[350]Good CousinPontalier, meddle with thatThat shall concerne thyselfe.Exit Nouall.Pont.No more but scorne?Moue on then, starres, worke your pernicious will.Onely the wise rule, and preuent your ill.Exit. Hoboyes.Here a passage ouer the Stage, while the Act is playing for the Marriage of Charalois with Beaumelle, &c.Actus tertius.Scaena prima.[A Room in Charalois’ House]Enter Nouall Iunior, Bellapert.Nou. Iu.Flie not to these excuses: thou hast binFalse in thy promise, and when I haue saidVngratefull, all is spoke.Bell.Good my Lord,But heare me onely.Nou.To what purpose, trifler?Can anything that thou canst say, make voyd[5]The marriage? or those pleasures but a dreame,WhichCharaloyes(ohVenus) hath enioyd?Bell.I yet could say that you receiue aduantage,In what you thinke a losse, would you vouchsafe meThat you were neuer in the way till now[10]With safety to arriue at your desires,That pleasure makes loue to you vnattendedBy danger or repentance?Nou.That I could.But apprehend one reason how this might be,Hope would not then forsake me.Bell.The enioying[15]Of what you most desire, I say th’ enioyingShall, in the full possession of your wishes,Confirme that I am faithfull.Nou.Giue some rellishHow this may appeare possible.Bell.I willRellish, and taste, and make the banquet easie:[20]You say my Ladie’s married. I confesse it,That Charalois hath inioyed her, ’tis most trueThat with her, hee’s already Master ofThe best part of my old Lords state. Still better,But that the first, or last, should be your hindrance,[25]I vtterly deny: for but obserue me:While she went for, and was, I sweare, a Virgin,What courtesie could she with her honour giueOr you receiue with safety—take me with you,When I say courtesie, doe not think I meane[30]A kisse, the tying of her shoo or garter,An houre of priuate conference: those are trifles.In this word courtesy, we that are gamesters point atThe sport direct, where not alone the louerBrings his Artillery, but vses it.[35]Which word expounded to you, such a courtesieDoe you expect, and sudden.Nou.But he tastedThe first sweetes,Bellapert.Bell.He wrong’d you shrewdly,He toyl’d to climbe vp to thePhoenixnest,And in his prints leaues your ascent more easie.[40]I doe not know, you that are perfect CrittiquesIn womens bookes, may talke of maydenheads.Nou.But for her marriage.Bell.’Tis a faire protection’Gainst all arrests of feare, or shame for euer.Such as are faire, and yet not foolish, study[45]To haue one at thirteene; but they are madThat stay till twenty. Then sir, for the pleasure,To say Adulterie’s sweeter, that is stale.This onely is not the contentment more,To say, This is my Cuckold, then my Riuall.[50]More I could say—but briefly, she doates on you,If it proue otherwise, spare not, poyson meWith the next gold you giue me.
Enter y. Nouall,Pontalier,Malotin,Lilladam,Aymer.
Nou.Best day to natures curiosity,Starre ofDijum, the lustre of allFrance,Perpetuall spring dwell on thy rosy cheekes,Whose breath is perfume to our Continent,[70]SeeFloraturn’d in her varieties.
Bell.Oh diuine Lord!
Nou.No autumne, nor no age euer approachThis heauenly piece, which nature hauing wrought,She lost her needle and did then despaire,[75]Euer to work so liuely and so faire.
Lilad.Vds light, my Lord one of the purles of your band is (without all discipline falne) out of his ranke.
Nou.How? I would not for a 1000 crownes she had seen’t. DeareLiladam, reforme it.[80]
Bell.O Lord:Per se, Lord, quintessence of honour, shee walkes not vnder a weede that could deny thee any thing.
Baum.Prethy peace, wench, thou dost but blow the fire, that flames too much already.[85]
Lilad. Aym. trim Nouall, whilst Bell her Lady.
Aym.By gad, my Lord, you haue the diuinest Taylor of Christendome; he hath made you looke like an Angell in your cloth of Tissue doublet.
Pont.This is a three-leg’d Lord, ther’s a fresh assault, oh that men should spend time thus![90]See see, how her blood driues to her heart, and straight vaults to her cheekes againe.
Malo.What are these?
Pont.One of ’em there the lower is a good, foolish, knauish sociable gallimaufry of a man, and has much taught[95]my Lord with singing, hee is master of a musicke house: the other is his dressing blocke, vpon whom my Lord layes all his cloathes, and fashions, ere he vouchsafes ’em his owne person; you shall see him i’th morning in the Gally-foyst, at noone in the Bullion, i’th euening in Quirpo, and all night[100]in—
Malo.A Bawdy house.
Pont.If my Lord deny, they deny, if hee affirme, they affirme: they skip into my Lords cast skins some twice a yeere, and thus they liue to eate, eate to liue, and liue to prayfe my[105]Lord.
Malo.Good sir, tell me one thing.
Pont.What’s that?
Malo.Dare these men euer fight, on any cause?
Pont.Oh no, ’t would spoyle their cloathes, and put their[110]bands out of order.
Nou.Mrs, you heare the news: your father has resign’d his Presidentship to my Lord my father.
Malo.And Lord Charolois vndone foreuer.
Pont.Troth, ’tis pity, sir.A brauer hope of so assur’d a father[115]Did neuer comfortFrance.
Lilad.A good dumbe mourner.
Aym.A silent blacke.As if he had come this Christmas from St.Omers.
Nou.Oh fie vpon him, how he weares his cloathes!To see his friends, and return’d after Twelfetyde.[120]
Lilad.His Colonell lookes fienely like a drouer.
Nou.That had a winter ly’n perdieu i’th rayne.
Aym.What, he that weares a clout about his necke,His cuffes in’s pocket, and his heart in’s mouth?
Nou.Now out vpon him!
Beau.Seruant, tye my hand.[125]How your lips blush, in scorne that they should payTribute to hands, when lips are in the way!
Nou.I thus recant, yet now your hand looks whiteBecause your lips robd it of such a right.Mounsieur Aymour, I prethy sing the song[130]Deuoted to myMrs.
Cant.Musicke.
After the Song, Enter Rochfort, & Baumont.
Baum.Romont will come, sir, straight.
Roch.’Tis well.
Beau.My Father.
Nouall.My honorable Lord.
Roch.My LordNouallthis is a vertue in you.So early vp and ready before noone,[135]That are the map of dressing through allFrance.
Nou.I rise to say my prayers, sir, heere’s my Saint.
Roch.Tis well and courtly; you must giue me leaue,I haue some priuate conference with my daughter,Pray vse my garden, you shall dine with me.[140]
Lilad.Wee’l waite on you.
Nou.Good morne vnto your Lordship,Remember what you haue vow’d——to hisMrs.
Exeunt omnes praeter Roch. Daug.
Beau.Performe I must.
Roch.Why how nowBeaumelle, thou look’st not well.Th’ art sad of late, come cheere thee, I haue foundA wholesome remedy for these mayden fits,[145]A goodly Oake whereon to twist my vine,Till her faire branches grow vp to the starres.Be neere at hand, successe crowne my intent,My businesse fills my little time so full,I cannot stand to talke: I know, thy duty[150]Is handmayd to my will, especiallyWhen it presents nothing but good and fit.
Beau.Sir, I am yours. Oh if my teares proue true,(Exit DaugFate hath wrong’d loue, and will destroy me too.
Enter Romont keeper
Rom.Sent you for me, sir?
Roch.Yes.
Rom.Your Lordships pleasure?[155]
Roch.Keeper, this prisoner I will see forth commingVpon my word—Sit downe good Colonell.(Exit keeper.Why I did wish you hither, noble sir,Is to aduise you from this yron carriage,Which, so affected,Romont, you weare,[160]To pity and to counsell yee submitWith expedition to the greatNouall:Recant your sterne contempt, and slight neglectOf the whole Court, and him, and opportunity,Or you will vndergoe a heauy censure[165]In publique very shortly.
Rom.Hum hum: reuerend sir,I haue obseru’d you, and doe know you well,And am now more affraid you know not me,By wishing my submission toNouall,Then I can be of all the bellowing mouthes[170]That waite vpon him to pronounce the censure,Could it determine me torments, and shame.Submit, and craue forgiuenesse of a beast?Tis true, this bile of state weares purple Tissue.Is high fed, proud: so is his Lordships horse,[175]And beares as rich Caparisons. I know,This Elephant carries on his back not onelyTowres, Castles, but the ponderous republique,And neuer stoops for’t, with his strong breath trunkSnuffes others titles, Lordships, Offices,[180]Wealth, bribes, and lyues, vnder his rauenous iawes.Whats this vnto my freedome? I dare dye;And therefore aske this Cammell, if these blessings(For so they would be vnderstood by a man)But mollifie one rudenesse in his nature,[185]Sweeten the eager relish of the law,At whose great helme he sits: helps he the pooreIn a iust businesse? nay, does he not crosseEuery deserued souldier and scholler,As if when nature made him, she had made[190]The generall Antipathy of all vertue?How sauagely, and blasphemously hee spakeTouching the Generall, the graue Generall dead,I must weepe when I thinke on’t.
Roch.Sir
Rom.My Lord,I am not stubborne, I can melt, you see,[195]And prize a vertue better then my life:For though I be not learnd, I euer lou’dThat holy Mother of all issues, good,Whose white hand (for a Scepter) holds a FileTo pollish roughest customes, and in you[200]She has her right: see, I am calme as sleepe,But when I thinke of the grosse iniuriesThe godlesse wrong done, to my Generall dead,I raue indeed, and could eate this NouallA lsoule-esse Dromodary.
Roch.Oh bee temperate,[205]Sir, though I would perswade, I’le not constraine:Each mans opinion freely is his owne,Concerning any thing or any body,Be it right or wrong, tis at the Iudges perill.
Enter Baumond,
Bau.These men, Sir, waite without, my Lord is come too.[210]
Roch.Pay ’em those summes vpon the table, takeTheir full releases: stay, I want a witnesse:Let mee intreat you Colonell, to walke in,And stand but by, to see this money pay’d,It does concerne you and your friends, it was[215]The better cause you were sent for, though sayd otherwise.The deed shall make this my request more plaine.
Rom.I shall obey your pleasure Sir, though ignorantTo what is tends?
Exit Seruant: Romont. Enter Charolois
Roch.Worthiest Sir,[220]You are most welcome: fye, no more of this:You haue out-wept a woman, noble Charolois.No man but has, or must bury a father.
Char.Graue Sir, I buried sorrow, for his death,In the graue with him. I did neuer thinke[225]Hee was immortall, though I vow I grieue,And see no reason why the vicious,Vertuous, valiant and vnworthy manShould dye alike.
Roch.They do not.
Char.In the mannerOf dying, Sir, they do not, but all dye,[230]And therein differ not: but I haue done.I spy’d the liuely picture of my father,Passing your gallery, and that cast this waterInto mine eyes: see, foolish that I am,To let it doe so.
Roch.Sweete and gentle nature,[235]How silken is this well comparatiuelyTo other men! I haue a suite to you Sir.
Char.Take it, tis granted.
Roch.What?
Char.Nothing, my Lord.
Roch.Nothing is quickly granted.
Char.Faith, my Lord,That nothing granted, is euen all I haue,[240]For (all know) I haue nothing left to grant.
Roch.Sir, ha’ you any suite to me? Ill grantYou something, any thing.
Char.Nay surely, I that canGiue nothing, will but sue for that againe.[245]No man will grant mee any thing I sue for.But begging nothing, euery man will giue’t.
Roch.Sir, the loue I bore your father, and the worthI see in you, so much resembling his.Made me thus send for you. And tender heere(Drawes a Curtayne.[250]What euer you will take, gold, Iewels, both,All, to supply your wants, and free your selfe.Where heauenly vertue in high blouded veinesIs lodg’d, and can agree, men should kneele downe,Adore, and sacrifice all that they haue;[255]And well they may, it is so seldome seene.Put off your wonder, and heere freely takeOr send your seruants. Nor, Sir, shall you vseIn ought of this, a poore mans fee, or bribe,Vniustly taken of the rich, but what’s[260]Directly gotten, and yet by the Law.
Char.How ill, Sir, it becomes those haires to mocke?
Roch.Mocke? thunder strike mee then.
Char.You doe amaze mee:But you shall wonder too, I will not takeOne single piece of this great heape: why should I[265]Borrow, that haue not meanes to pay, nay amA very bankerupt, euen in flattering hopeOf euer raysing any. All my begging,IsRomontslibertie.
Enter Romont. Creditors loaden with mony. Baumont.
Roch.Heere is your friend,Enfranchist ere you spake. I giue him you,[270]And Charolois. I giue you to your friendAs free a man as hee; your fathers debtsAre taken off.
Char.How?
Rom.Sir, it is most true.I am the witnes.
1 Cred.Yes faith, wee are pay’d.
2 Cred.Heauen blesse his Lordship, I did thinke him wiser.[275]
3 Cred.He a states-man, he an asse Pay other mens debts?
1 Cred.That he was neuer bound for.
Rom.One more suchWould saue the rest of pleaders.
Char.Honord Rochfort.Lye still my toung and bushes, cal’d my cheekes,That offter thankes in words, for such great deeds.[280]
Roch.Call in my daughter: still I haue a suit to you.(Baum. Exit.Would you requite mee.
Rom.With his life, assure you.
Roch.Nay, would you make me now your debter, Sir.This is my onely child: what shee appeares,(Enter Baum. Beau.Your Lordship well may see her education[285]Followes not any: for her mind, I know itTo be far fayrer then her shape, and hopeIt will continue so: if now her birthBe not too meane for Charolois, take herThis virgin by the hand, and call her wife,[290]Indowd with all my fortunes: blesse me so,Requite mee thus, and make mee happier,In ioyning my poore empty name to yours,Then if my state were multiplied ten fold.
Char.Is this the payment, Sir, that you expect?[295]Why, you participate me more in debt,That nothing but my life can euer pay,This beautie being your daughter, in which yoursI must conceiue necessitie of her vertueWithout all dowry is a Princes ayme,[300]Then, as shee is, for poore and worthlesse I,How much too worthy! Waken me,Romont,That I may know I dream’t and find this vanisht
Rom.Sure, I sleepe not.
Roch.Your sentence life or death.
Char.Faire Beaumelle, can you loue me?
Beau.Yes, my Lord.[305]
Enter Nouall, Ponta. Malotine, Lilad. Aymer. All salute
Char.You need not question me, if I can you.You are the fayrest virgin inDigum,AndRochfortis your father.
Nou.What’s this change?
Roch.You met my wishes, Gentlemen.
Rom.What makeThese dogs in doublets heere?
Beau.A Visitation, Sir.[310]
Char.Then thus, FaireBeaumelle, I write my faithThus seale it in the sight of Heauen and men.Your fingers tye my heart-strings with this touchIn true-loue knots, which nought but death shall loose.And yet these eares (an Embleme of our loues)[315]Like Cristall riuers indiuiduallyFlow into one another, make one source,Which neuer man distinguish, lesse deuide:Breath, marry, breath, and kisses, mingle soulesTwo hearts, and bodies, heere incorporate:[320]And though with little wooing I haue wonneMy future life shall be a wooing tyme.And euery day, new as the bridall one.Oh Sir I groane vnder your courtesies,More then my fathers bones vnder his wrongs,[325]YouCurtius-like, haue throwne into the gulfe,Of this his Countries foule ingratitude,Your life and fortunes, to redeeme their shames.
Roch.No more, my glory, come, let’s in and hastenThis celebration.
Rom. Mal. Pont. Bau.All faire blisse vpon it.[330]
Exeunt Roch. Char. Rom. Bau. Mal.
Nou.Mistresse.
Beau.Oh seruant, vertue strengthen me.Thy presence blowes round my affections vane:You will vndoe me, if you speake againe.
Exit Beaum.
Lilad. Aym.Heere will be sport for you. This workes.
Exeunt Lilad. Aym.
Nou.Peace, peace,
Pont.One word, my LordNouall.
Nou.What, thou wouldst mony; there.[335]
Pont.No, Ile none, Ile not be bought a slaue,A Pander, or a Parasite, for allYour fathers worth, though you haue sau’d my life,Rescued me often from my wants, I must notWinke at your follyes: that will ruine you.[340]You know my blunt way, and my loue to truth:Forsake the pursuit of this Ladies honour,Now you doe see her made another mans,And such a mans, so good, so popular,Or you will plucke a thousand mischiefes on you.[345]The benefits you haue done me, are not lost,Nor cast away, they are purs’d heere in my heart,But let me pay you, sir, a fayrer wayThen to defend your vices, or to sooth ’em.
Nou.Ha, ha, ha, what are my courses vnto thee?[350]Good CousinPontalier, meddle with thatThat shall concerne thyselfe.
Exit Nouall.
Pont.No more but scorne?Moue on then, starres, worke your pernicious will.Onely the wise rule, and preuent your ill.
Exit. Hoboyes.
Here a passage ouer the Stage, while the Act is playing for the Marriage of Charalois with Beaumelle, &c.
[A Room in Charalois’ House]
Enter Nouall Iunior, Bellapert.
Nou. Iu.Flie not to these excuses: thou hast binFalse in thy promise, and when I haue saidVngratefull, all is spoke.
Bell.Good my Lord,But heare me onely.
Nou.To what purpose, trifler?Can anything that thou canst say, make voyd[5]The marriage? or those pleasures but a dreame,WhichCharaloyes(ohVenus) hath enioyd?
Bell.I yet could say that you receiue aduantage,In what you thinke a losse, would you vouchsafe meThat you were neuer in the way till now[10]With safety to arriue at your desires,That pleasure makes loue to you vnattendedBy danger or repentance?
Nou.That I could.But apprehend one reason how this might be,Hope would not then forsake me.
Bell.The enioying[15]Of what you most desire, I say th’ enioyingShall, in the full possession of your wishes,Confirme that I am faithfull.
Nou.Giue some rellishHow this may appeare possible.
Bell.I willRellish, and taste, and make the banquet easie:[20]You say my Ladie’s married. I confesse it,That Charalois hath inioyed her, ’tis most trueThat with her, hee’s already Master ofThe best part of my old Lords state. Still better,But that the first, or last, should be your hindrance,[25]I vtterly deny: for but obserue me:While she went for, and was, I sweare, a Virgin,What courtesie could she with her honour giueOr you receiue with safety—take me with you,When I say courtesie, doe not think I meane[30]A kisse, the tying of her shoo or garter,An houre of priuate conference: those are trifles.In this word courtesy, we that are gamesters point atThe sport direct, where not alone the louerBrings his Artillery, but vses it.[35]Which word expounded to you, such a courtesieDoe you expect, and sudden.
Nou.But he tastedThe first sweetes,Bellapert.
Bell.He wrong’d you shrewdly,He toyl’d to climbe vp to thePhoenixnest,And in his prints leaues your ascent more easie.[40]I doe not know, you that are perfect CrittiquesIn womens bookes, may talke of maydenheads.
Nou.But for her marriage.
Bell.’Tis a faire protection’Gainst all arrests of feare, or shame for euer.Such as are faire, and yet not foolish, study[45]To haue one at thirteene; but they are madThat stay till twenty. Then sir, for the pleasure,To say Adulterie’s sweeter, that is stale.This onely is not the contentment more,To say, This is my Cuckold, then my Riuall.[50]More I could say—but briefly, she doates on you,If it proue otherwise, spare not, poyson meWith the next gold you giue me.