Enter Du Croy,Charmi,Rochfort,Nouall se.Pontalier,Baumont.Nou. se.See, equall Iudges, with what confidenceThe cruel murtherer stands, as if he wouldOutface the Court and Iustice!Roch.But looke on him.And you shall find, for still methinks I doe,Though guilt hath dide him black, something good in him,[5]That may perhaps worke with a wiser manThen I haue beene, againe to set him freeAnd giue him all he has.Charmi.This is not well.I would you had liu’d so, my Lord that I,Might rather haue continu’d your poore seruant,[10]Then sit here as your Iudge.Du CroyI am sorry for you.Roch.In no act of my life I haue deseru’dThis iniury from the court, that any heereShould thus vnciuilly vsurpe on whatIs proper to me only.Du Cr.What distaste[15]Receiues my Lord?Roch.You say you are sorry for him:A griefe in which I must not haue a partner:’Tis I alone am sorry, that I rays’dThe building of my life for seuenty yeeresVpon so sure a ground, that all the vices[20]Practis’d to ruine man, though brought against me,Could neuer vndermine, and no way leftTo send these gray haires to the graue with sorrow.Vertue that was my patronesse betrayd me:For entring, nay, possessing this young man,[25]It lent him such a powerfull MaiestyTo grace what ere he vndertooke, that freelyI gaue myselfe vp with my liberty,To be at his disposing; had his personLouely I must confesse, or far fain’d valour,[30]Or any other seeming good, that yetHolds a neere neyghbour-hood, with ill wrought on me,I might haue borne it better: but when goodnesseAnd piety it selfe in her best figureWere brib’d to by destruction, can you blame me,[35]Though I forget to suffer like a man,Or rather act a woman?Bau.Good my Lord.Nou. se.You hinder our proceeding.Charmi.And forgetThe parts of an accuser.Bau.Pray you rememberTo vse the temper which to me you promis’d.[40]Roch.Angels themselues must breakeBaumont, that promiseBeyond the strength and patience of Angels.But I haue done, my good Lord, pardon meA weake old man, and pray adde to thatA miserable father, yet be carefull[45]That your compassion of my age, nor his,Moue you to anything, that may dis-becomeThe place on which you sit.Charmi.Read the Inditement.Cha.It shall be needelesse, I my selfe, my Lords,Will be my owne accuser, and confesse[50]All they can charge me with, or will I spareTo aggrauate that guilt with circumstanceThey seeke to loade me with: onely I pray,That as for them you will vouchsafe me hearing:I may not be, denide it for my selfe,[55]When I shall vrge by what vnanswerable reasonsI was compel’d to what I did, which yetTill you haue taught me better, I repent not.Roch.The motion honest.Charmi.And ’tis freely granted.Cha.Then I confesse my Lords, that I stood bound,[60]When with my friends, euen hope it selfe had left meTo this mans charity for my liberty,Nor did his bounty end there, but began:For after my enlargement, cherishingThe good he did, he made me master of[65]His onely daughter, and his whole estate:Great ties of thankfulnesse I must acknowledge,Could any one freed by you, presse this furtherBut yet consider, my most honourd Lords,If to receiue a fauour, make a seruant,[70]And benefits are bonds to tie the takerTo the imperious will of him that giues,Ther’s none but slaues will receiue courtesie,Since they must fetter vs to our dishonours.Can it be cal’d magnificence in a Prince,[75]To powre downe riches, with a liberall hand,Vpon a poore mans wants, if that must bind himTo play the soothing parasite to his vices?Or any man, because he sau’d my hand,Presume my head and heart are at his seruice?[80]Or did I stand ingag’d to buy my freedome(When my captiuity was honourable)By making my selfe here and fame hereafter,Bondslaues to mens scorne and calumnious tongues?Had his faire daughters mind bin like her feature,[85]Or for some little blemish I had soughtFor my content elsewhere, wasting on othersMy body and her dowry; my forhead thenDeseru’d the brand of base ingratitude:But if obsequious vsage, and faire warning[90]To keepe her worth my loue, could preserue herFrom being a whore, and yet no cunning one,So to offend, and yet the fault kept from me?What should I doe? let any freeborne spiritDetermine truly, if that thankfulnesse,[95]Choise forme with the whole world giuen for a dowry,Could strengthen so an honest man with patience,As with a willing necke to vndergoeThe insupportable yoake of slaue or wittoll.Charmi.What proofe haue you she did play false, besides[100]your oath?Cha.Her owne confession to her father.I aske him for a witnesse.Roch.’Tis most true.I would not willingly blend my last wordsWith an vntruth.Cha.And then to cleere my selfe,That his great wealth was not the marke I shot at,[105]But that I held it, when faireBeaumelleFell from her vertue, like the fatall goldWhichBrennustooke fromDelphos, whose possessionBrought with it ruine to himselfe and Army.Heer’s one in Court,Baumont, by whom I sent[110]All graunts and writings backe, which made it mine,Before his daughter dy’d by his owne sentence,As freely as vnask’d he gaue it to me.Bau.They are here to be seene.Charmi.Open the casket.Peruse that deed of gift.Rom.Halfe of the danger[115]Already is discharg’d: the other partAs brauely, and you are not onely free,But crownd with praise for euer.Du Croy.’Tis apparent.Charmi.Your state, my Lord, againe is yours.Roch.Not mine,I am not of the world, if it can prosper,[120](And being iustly got, Ile not examineWhy it should be so fatall) doe you bestow itOn pious vses. Ile goe seeke a graue.And yet for proofe, I die in peace, your pardonI aske, and as you grant it me, may Heauen[125]Your conscience, and these Iudges free you fromWhat you are charg’d with. So farewell for euer.—Exit Roch.Nouall se.Ile be mine owne guide. Passion, nor exampleShall be my leaders. I haue lost a sonne,A sonne, graue Iudges, I require his blood[130]From his accursed homicide.Charmi.What reply youIn your defence for this?Cha.I but attendedYour Lordships pleasure. For the fact, as ofThe former, I confesse it, but with whatBase wrongs I was vnwillingly drawne to it,[135]To my few wordes there are some other proofesTo witnesse this for truth, when I was married:For there I must begin. The slayneNouallWas to my wife, in way of our French courtship,A most deuoted seruant, but yet aym’d at[140]Nothing but meanes to quench his wanton heate,His heart being neuer warm’d by lawfull firesAs mine was (Lords:) and though on these presumptions,Ioyn’d to the hate betweene his house and mine,I might with opportunity and ease[145]Haue found a way for my reuenge, I did not;But still he had the freedome as beforeWhen all was mine, and told that he abus’d itWith some vnseemely licence, by my friendMy appou’d friendRomont, I gaue no credit[150]To the reporter, but reprou’d him for itAs one vncourtly and malicious to him.What could I more, my Lords? yet after thisHe did continue in his first pursuteHoter then euer, and at length obtaind it;[155]But how it came to my most certaine knowledge,For the dignity of the court and my owne honourI dare not say.Nou. se.If all may be beleeu’dA passionate prisoner speakes, who is so foolishThat durst be wicked, that will appeare guilty?[160]No, my graue Lords: in his impunityBut giue example vnto iealous menTo cut the throats they hate, and they will neuerWant matter or pretence for their bad ends.Charmi.You must find other proofes to strengthen these[165]But more presumptions.Du Croy.Or we shall hardlyAllow your innocence.Cha.All your attemptsShall fall on me, like brittle shafts on armour,That breake themselues; or like waues against a rocke,That leaue no signe of their ridiculous fury[170]But foame and splinters, my innocence like theseShall stand triumphant, and your malice serueBut for a trumpet; to proclaime my conquestNor shall you, though you doe the worst fate can,How ere condemne, affright an honest man.[175]Rom.May it please the Court, I may be heard.Nou. se.You come notTo raile againe? but doe, you shall not finde,AnotherRochfort.Rom.InNouallI cannot.But I come furnished with what will stopThe mouth of his conspiracy against the life[180]Of innocentCharaloys. Doe you know this Character?Nou. se.Yes, ’tis my sonnes.Rom.May it please your Lordships, reade it,And you shall finde there, with what vehemencyHe did solliciteBeaumelle, how he had gotA promise from her to inioy his wishes,[185]How after he abiur’d her company,And yet, but that ’tis fit I spare the dead,Like a damnd villaine, assoone as recorded,He brake that oath, to make this manifestProduce his bands and hers.Enter Aymer,Florimell,Bellapert.Charmi.Haue they tooke their oathes?[190]Rom.They haue; and rather then indure the racke,Confesse the time, the meeting, nay the act;What would you more? onely this matron madeA free discouery to a good end;And therefore I sue to the Court, she may not[195]Be plac’d in the blacke list of the delinquents.Pont.I see by this, Nouals reuenge needs me,And I shall doe.Charmi.’Tis euident.Nou. se.That ITill now was neuer wretched, here’s no placeTo curse him or my stars.Exit Nouall senior.Charmi.LordCharalois,[200]The iniurie: you haue sustain’d, appeareSo worthy of the mercy of the Court,That notwithstanding you haue gone beyondThe letter of the Law, they yet acquit you.Pont.But in Nouall, I doe condemne him thus.[205]Cha.I am slayne.Rom.Can I looke on? Oh murderous wretch,Thy challenge now I answere. So die with him.Charmi.A guard: disarme him.Rom.I yeeld vp my swordVnforc’d. OhCharaloys.Cha.For shame,Romont,Mourne not for him that dies as he hath liu’d,[210]Still constant and vnmou’d: what’s falne vpon me,Is by Heauens will, because I made my selfeA Iudge in my owne cause without their warrant:But he that lets me know thus much in death,With all good men forgiue mee.Pont.I receiue[215]The vengeance, which my loue not built on vertue,Has made me worthy, worthy of.Charmi.We are taughtBy this sad president, how iust foeuerOur reasons are to remedy our wrongs,We are yet to leaue them to their will and power,[220]That to that purpose haue authority.For you,Romont, although in your excuseYou may plead, what you did, was in reuengeOf the dishonour done vnto the Court:Yet since from vs you had not warrant for it,[225]We banish you the State: for these, they shall,As they are found guilty or innocent,Be set free, or suffer punishment.Exeunt omnes.FINISFirst Song.[Notes]Fie, cease to wonder,Though you are heare Orpheus with his Iuory Lute,Moue Trees and Rockes.Charme Buls, Beares, and men more sauage to be mute,Weake foolish singer, here is one,[5]Would haue transform’d thy selfe, to stone.Second Song.A Dialogue betweeneNouall, andBeaumelle.Man.SetPhoebus, set, a fayrer sunne doth rise,From the bright Radience of my Mrs. eyesThen euer thou begat’st. I dare not looke,Each haire a golden line, each word a hooke,The more I striue, the more I still am tooke.[5]Wom.Fayre seruant, come, the day these eyes doe lendTo warme thy blood, thou doest so vainely spend.Come strangled breath.Man.What noate so sweet as this,That calles the spirits to a further blisse?Wom.Yet this out-sauours wine, and this Perfume.[10]Man.Let’s die, I languish, I consume.CITTIZENS SONG OF THE COURTIER.Courtier, if thou needs wilt wiue,From this lesson learne to thriue.If thou match a Lady, thatPasses thee in birth and state,Let her curious garments be[5]Twice aboue thine owne degree;This will draw great eyes vpon her,Get her seruants and thee honour.COURTIERS SONG OF THE CITIZEN.Poore Citizen, if thou wilt beA happy husband, learne of me;To set thy wife first in thy shop,A faire wife, a kinde wife, a sweet wife, sets a poore man vp.What though thy shelues be ne’re so bare:[5]A woman still is currant ware:Each man will cheapen, foe, and friend,But whilst thou art at tother end,What ere thou seest, or what dost heare,Foole, haue no eye to, nor an eare;[10]And after supper for her sake,When thou hast fed, snort, though thou wake:What though the Gallants call thee mome?Yet with thy lanthorne light her home:Then looke into the town and tell,[15]If no such Tradesmen there doe dwell.
Enter Du Croy,Charmi,Rochfort,Nouall se.Pontalier,Baumont.
Nou. se.See, equall Iudges, with what confidenceThe cruel murtherer stands, as if he wouldOutface the Court and Iustice!
Roch.But looke on him.And you shall find, for still methinks I doe,Though guilt hath dide him black, something good in him,[5]That may perhaps worke with a wiser manThen I haue beene, againe to set him freeAnd giue him all he has.
Charmi.This is not well.I would you had liu’d so, my Lord that I,Might rather haue continu’d your poore seruant,[10]Then sit here as your Iudge.
Du CroyI am sorry for you.
Roch.In no act of my life I haue deseru’dThis iniury from the court, that any heereShould thus vnciuilly vsurpe on whatIs proper to me only.
Du Cr.What distaste[15]Receiues my Lord?
Roch.You say you are sorry for him:A griefe in which I must not haue a partner:’Tis I alone am sorry, that I rays’dThe building of my life for seuenty yeeresVpon so sure a ground, that all the vices[20]Practis’d to ruine man, though brought against me,Could neuer vndermine, and no way leftTo send these gray haires to the graue with sorrow.Vertue that was my patronesse betrayd me:For entring, nay, possessing this young man,[25]It lent him such a powerfull MaiestyTo grace what ere he vndertooke, that freelyI gaue myselfe vp with my liberty,To be at his disposing; had his personLouely I must confesse, or far fain’d valour,[30]Or any other seeming good, that yetHolds a neere neyghbour-hood, with ill wrought on me,I might haue borne it better: but when goodnesseAnd piety it selfe in her best figureWere brib’d to by destruction, can you blame me,[35]Though I forget to suffer like a man,Or rather act a woman?
Bau.Good my Lord.
Nou. se.You hinder our proceeding.
Charmi.And forgetThe parts of an accuser.
Bau.Pray you rememberTo vse the temper which to me you promis’d.[40]
Roch.Angels themselues must breakeBaumont, that promiseBeyond the strength and patience of Angels.But I haue done, my good Lord, pardon meA weake old man, and pray adde to thatA miserable father, yet be carefull[45]That your compassion of my age, nor his,Moue you to anything, that may dis-becomeThe place on which you sit.
Charmi.Read the Inditement.
Cha.It shall be needelesse, I my selfe, my Lords,Will be my owne accuser, and confesse[50]All they can charge me with, or will I spareTo aggrauate that guilt with circumstanceThey seeke to loade me with: onely I pray,That as for them you will vouchsafe me hearing:I may not be, denide it for my selfe,[55]When I shall vrge by what vnanswerable reasonsI was compel’d to what I did, which yetTill you haue taught me better, I repent not.
Roch.The motion honest.
Charmi.And ’tis freely granted.
Cha.Then I confesse my Lords, that I stood bound,[60]When with my friends, euen hope it selfe had left meTo this mans charity for my liberty,Nor did his bounty end there, but began:For after my enlargement, cherishingThe good he did, he made me master of[65]His onely daughter, and his whole estate:Great ties of thankfulnesse I must acknowledge,Could any one freed by you, presse this furtherBut yet consider, my most honourd Lords,If to receiue a fauour, make a seruant,[70]And benefits are bonds to tie the takerTo the imperious will of him that giues,Ther’s none but slaues will receiue courtesie,Since they must fetter vs to our dishonours.Can it be cal’d magnificence in a Prince,[75]To powre downe riches, with a liberall hand,Vpon a poore mans wants, if that must bind himTo play the soothing parasite to his vices?Or any man, because he sau’d my hand,Presume my head and heart are at his seruice?[80]Or did I stand ingag’d to buy my freedome(When my captiuity was honourable)By making my selfe here and fame hereafter,Bondslaues to mens scorne and calumnious tongues?Had his faire daughters mind bin like her feature,[85]Or for some little blemish I had soughtFor my content elsewhere, wasting on othersMy body and her dowry; my forhead thenDeseru’d the brand of base ingratitude:But if obsequious vsage, and faire warning[90]To keepe her worth my loue, could preserue herFrom being a whore, and yet no cunning one,So to offend, and yet the fault kept from me?What should I doe? let any freeborne spiritDetermine truly, if that thankfulnesse,[95]Choise forme with the whole world giuen for a dowry,Could strengthen so an honest man with patience,As with a willing necke to vndergoeThe insupportable yoake of slaue or wittoll.
Charmi.What proofe haue you she did play false, besides[100]your oath?
Cha.Her owne confession to her father.I aske him for a witnesse.
Roch.’Tis most true.I would not willingly blend my last wordsWith an vntruth.
Cha.And then to cleere my selfe,That his great wealth was not the marke I shot at,[105]But that I held it, when faireBeaumelleFell from her vertue, like the fatall goldWhichBrennustooke fromDelphos, whose possessionBrought with it ruine to himselfe and Army.Heer’s one in Court,Baumont, by whom I sent[110]All graunts and writings backe, which made it mine,Before his daughter dy’d by his owne sentence,As freely as vnask’d he gaue it to me.
Bau.They are here to be seene.
Charmi.Open the casket.Peruse that deed of gift.
Rom.Halfe of the danger[115]Already is discharg’d: the other partAs brauely, and you are not onely free,But crownd with praise for euer.
Du Croy.’Tis apparent.
Charmi.Your state, my Lord, againe is yours.
Roch.Not mine,I am not of the world, if it can prosper,[120](And being iustly got, Ile not examineWhy it should be so fatall) doe you bestow itOn pious vses. Ile goe seeke a graue.And yet for proofe, I die in peace, your pardonI aske, and as you grant it me, may Heauen[125]Your conscience, and these Iudges free you fromWhat you are charg’d with. So farewell for euer.—
Exit Roch.
Nouall se.Ile be mine owne guide. Passion, nor exampleShall be my leaders. I haue lost a sonne,A sonne, graue Iudges, I require his blood[130]From his accursed homicide.
Charmi.What reply youIn your defence for this?
Cha.I but attendedYour Lordships pleasure. For the fact, as ofThe former, I confesse it, but with whatBase wrongs I was vnwillingly drawne to it,[135]To my few wordes there are some other proofesTo witnesse this for truth, when I was married:For there I must begin. The slayneNouallWas to my wife, in way of our French courtship,A most deuoted seruant, but yet aym’d at[140]Nothing but meanes to quench his wanton heate,His heart being neuer warm’d by lawfull firesAs mine was (Lords:) and though on these presumptions,Ioyn’d to the hate betweene his house and mine,I might with opportunity and ease[145]Haue found a way for my reuenge, I did not;But still he had the freedome as beforeWhen all was mine, and told that he abus’d itWith some vnseemely licence, by my friendMy appou’d friendRomont, I gaue no credit[150]To the reporter, but reprou’d him for itAs one vncourtly and malicious to him.What could I more, my Lords? yet after thisHe did continue in his first pursuteHoter then euer, and at length obtaind it;[155]But how it came to my most certaine knowledge,For the dignity of the court and my owne honourI dare not say.
Nou. se.If all may be beleeu’dA passionate prisoner speakes, who is so foolishThat durst be wicked, that will appeare guilty?[160]No, my graue Lords: in his impunityBut giue example vnto iealous menTo cut the throats they hate, and they will neuerWant matter or pretence for their bad ends.
Charmi.You must find other proofes to strengthen these[165]But more presumptions.
Du Croy.Or we shall hardlyAllow your innocence.
Cha.All your attemptsShall fall on me, like brittle shafts on armour,That breake themselues; or like waues against a rocke,That leaue no signe of their ridiculous fury[170]But foame and splinters, my innocence like theseShall stand triumphant, and your malice serueBut for a trumpet; to proclaime my conquestNor shall you, though you doe the worst fate can,How ere condemne, affright an honest man.[175]
Rom.May it please the Court, I may be heard.
Nou. se.You come notTo raile againe? but doe, you shall not finde,AnotherRochfort.
Rom.InNouallI cannot.But I come furnished with what will stopThe mouth of his conspiracy against the life[180]Of innocentCharaloys. Doe you know this Character?
Nou. se.Yes, ’tis my sonnes.
Rom.May it please your Lordships, reade it,And you shall finde there, with what vehemencyHe did solliciteBeaumelle, how he had gotA promise from her to inioy his wishes,[185]How after he abiur’d her company,And yet, but that ’tis fit I spare the dead,Like a damnd villaine, assoone as recorded,He brake that oath, to make this manifestProduce his bands and hers.
Enter Aymer,Florimell,Bellapert.
Charmi.Haue they tooke their oathes?[190]
Rom.They haue; and rather then indure the racke,Confesse the time, the meeting, nay the act;What would you more? onely this matron madeA free discouery to a good end;And therefore I sue to the Court, she may not[195]Be plac’d in the blacke list of the delinquents.
Pont.I see by this, Nouals reuenge needs me,And I shall doe.
Charmi.’Tis euident.
Nou. se.That ITill now was neuer wretched, here’s no placeTo curse him or my stars.
Exit Nouall senior.
Charmi.LordCharalois,[200]The iniurie: you haue sustain’d, appeareSo worthy of the mercy of the Court,That notwithstanding you haue gone beyondThe letter of the Law, they yet acquit you.
Pont.But in Nouall, I doe condemne him thus.[205]
Cha.I am slayne.
Rom.Can I looke on? Oh murderous wretch,Thy challenge now I answere. So die with him.
Charmi.A guard: disarme him.
Rom.I yeeld vp my swordVnforc’d. OhCharaloys.
Cha.For shame,Romont,Mourne not for him that dies as he hath liu’d,[210]Still constant and vnmou’d: what’s falne vpon me,Is by Heauens will, because I made my selfeA Iudge in my owne cause without their warrant:But he that lets me know thus much in death,With all good men forgiue mee.
Pont.I receiue[215]The vengeance, which my loue not built on vertue,Has made me worthy, worthy of.
Charmi.We are taughtBy this sad president, how iust foeuerOur reasons are to remedy our wrongs,We are yet to leaue them to their will and power,[220]That to that purpose haue authority.For you,Romont, although in your excuseYou may plead, what you did, was in reuengeOf the dishonour done vnto the Court:Yet since from vs you had not warrant for it,[225]We banish you the State: for these, they shall,As they are found guilty or innocent,Be set free, or suffer punishment.
Exeunt omnes.
FINIS
First Song.[Notes]Fie, cease to wonder,Though you are heare Orpheus with his Iuory Lute,Moue Trees and Rockes.Charme Buls, Beares, and men more sauage to be mute,Weake foolish singer, here is one,[5]Would haue transform’d thy selfe, to stone.Second Song.A Dialogue betweeneNouall, andBeaumelle.Man.SetPhoebus, set, a fayrer sunne doth rise,From the bright Radience of my Mrs. eyesThen euer thou begat’st. I dare not looke,Each haire a golden line, each word a hooke,The more I striue, the more I still am tooke.[5]Wom.Fayre seruant, come, the day these eyes doe lendTo warme thy blood, thou doest so vainely spend.Come strangled breath.Man.What noate so sweet as this,That calles the spirits to a further blisse?Wom.Yet this out-sauours wine, and this Perfume.[10]Man.Let’s die, I languish, I consume.CITTIZENS SONG OF THE COURTIER.Courtier, if thou needs wilt wiue,From this lesson learne to thriue.If thou match a Lady, thatPasses thee in birth and state,Let her curious garments be[5]Twice aboue thine owne degree;This will draw great eyes vpon her,Get her seruants and thee honour.COURTIERS SONG OF THE CITIZEN.Poore Citizen, if thou wilt beA happy husband, learne of me;To set thy wife first in thy shop,A faire wife, a kinde wife, a sweet wife, sets a poore man vp.What though thy shelues be ne’re so bare:[5]A woman still is currant ware:Each man will cheapen, foe, and friend,But whilst thou art at tother end,What ere thou seest, or what dost heare,Foole, haue no eye to, nor an eare;[10]And after supper for her sake,When thou hast fed, snort, though thou wake:What though the Gallants call thee mome?Yet with thy lanthorne light her home:Then looke into the town and tell,[15]If no such Tradesmen there doe dwell.
Fie, cease to wonder,Though you are heare Orpheus with his Iuory Lute,Moue Trees and Rockes.Charme Buls, Beares, and men more sauage to be mute,Weake foolish singer, here is one,[5]Would haue transform’d thy selfe, to stone.
Fie, cease to wonder,
Though you are heare Orpheus with his Iuory Lute,
Moue Trees and Rockes.
Charme Buls, Beares, and men more sauage to be mute,
Weake foolish singer, here is one,[5]
Would haue transform’d thy selfe, to stone.
A Dialogue betweeneNouall, andBeaumelle.
Man.SetPhoebus, set, a fayrer sunne doth rise,From the bright Radience of my Mrs. eyesThen euer thou begat’st. I dare not looke,Each haire a golden line, each word a hooke,The more I striue, the more I still am tooke.[5]Wom.Fayre seruant, come, the day these eyes doe lendTo warme thy blood, thou doest so vainely spend.Come strangled breath.Man.What noate so sweet as this,That calles the spirits to a further blisse?Wom.Yet this out-sauours wine, and this Perfume.[10]Man.Let’s die, I languish, I consume.
Man.
SetPhoebus, set, a fayrer sunne doth rise,
From the bright Radience of my Mrs. eyes
Then euer thou begat’st. I dare not looke,
Each haire a golden line, each word a hooke,
The more I striue, the more I still am tooke.[5]
Wom.
Fayre seruant, come, the day these eyes doe lend
To warme thy blood, thou doest so vainely spend.
Come strangled breath.
Man.
What noate so sweet as this,
That calles the spirits to a further blisse?
Wom.
Yet this out-sauours wine, and this Perfume.[10]
Man.
Let’s die, I languish, I consume.
Courtier, if thou needs wilt wiue,From this lesson learne to thriue.If thou match a Lady, thatPasses thee in birth and state,Let her curious garments be[5]Twice aboue thine owne degree;This will draw great eyes vpon her,Get her seruants and thee honour.
Courtier, if thou needs wilt wiue,
From this lesson learne to thriue.
If thou match a Lady, that
Passes thee in birth and state,
Let her curious garments be[5]
Twice aboue thine owne degree;
This will draw great eyes vpon her,
Get her seruants and thee honour.
Poore Citizen, if thou wilt beA happy husband, learne of me;To set thy wife first in thy shop,A faire wife, a kinde wife, a sweet wife, sets a poore man vp.What though thy shelues be ne’re so bare:[5]A woman still is currant ware:Each man will cheapen, foe, and friend,But whilst thou art at tother end,What ere thou seest, or what dost heare,Foole, haue no eye to, nor an eare;[10]And after supper for her sake,When thou hast fed, snort, though thou wake:What though the Gallants call thee mome?Yet with thy lanthorne light her home:Then looke into the town and tell,[15]If no such Tradesmen there doe dwell.
Poore Citizen, if thou wilt be
A happy husband, learne of me;
To set thy wife first in thy shop,
A faire wife, a kinde wife, a sweet wife, sets a poore man vp.
What though thy shelues be ne’re so bare:[5]
A woman still is currant ware:
Each man will cheapen, foe, and friend,
But whilst thou art at tother end,
What ere thou seest, or what dost heare,
Foole, haue no eye to, nor an eare;[10]
And after supper for her sake,
When thou hast fed, snort, though thou wake:
What though the Gallants call thee mome?
Yet with thy lanthorne light her home:
Then looke into the town and tell,[15]
If no such Tradesmen there doe dwell.