Celestina, Mariana, Isabella.
Cel.I have told you all my knowledge since he is pleasdTo invite himselfe he shall be entertaind,And you shall be my witnesses.Mar.Who comes with him?Cel.SirWilliam Sentlove, that prepard me forThe honourable encounter, I expectHis Lordship every minute.Enter Sentlove.Sent.My Lord is come.Enter Lord Hairecut.Cel.He has honord me.Se.My Lord your periwig is awry?Lo.You sir——While Hairecut is busie about his haire, Sentlove goes toCelestina.Sent.You may guesse, at the gentleman thats with him.It is his Barbar, Madam, dee observeAnd your Ladiship want a shaver.Hai.She is here sir,I am betraidSentloveyour plot, I mayHave opportunity to be reveng'd.Exit.Sent.She in the midst.Lo.She's faire, I must confesse,But does she keepe this distance out of state.Cel.Though I am poore in language to expresseHow much your Lordship honors me, my heartIs rich and proud in such a guest, I shallBe out of love with every aire abroad,And for his grace done my unworthy house,Be a fond prisoner, become anchorite,And spend my houres in prayer, to rewardThe blessing, and the bounty of this presence.Lor.Though you could turne each place you move in, toA temple, rather than a wall should hideSo rich a beauty from the world, it wereLesse want to lose our piety and your prayer,A throne were fitter to present you toOur wonder, whence your eyes more worth than allThey looke on, should chaine every heart a prisoner.Sent.Twas pretty well come off.Lo.By your exampleI shall know how to complement in thisYou more confirme my welcome.Cel.I shall loveMy lippes the better, if their silent languagePerswade your Lordship but to thinke so truely.Lo.You make me smile Madam.Cel.I hope you came notWith feare that any sadnesse here should shakeOne blossome from your eye, I should be miserableTo present any object should displease you.Lo.You doe not Madam.Cel.As I should accountIt no lesse sorrow, if your Lordship shouldLay too severe a censure on my freedome.I wonot court a Prince against his justice,Nor bribe him with a smile to thinke me honest,Pardon my Lord this boldnesse, and the mirthThat may flow from me, I beleeve my fatherThought of no winding sheete when he begot me.Lor.She has a merry soule, it will becomeMe aske your pardon Madam for my rudeApproach so much a stranger to your knowledge.Cel.Not my Lord so much stranger to my knowledge,Though I have but seene your person a farre off,I am acquainted with your character,Which I have heard so often, I can speake it.Lo.You shall doe me an honor.Cel.If your Lordship willBe patient.Lo.And glad to heare my faults.Cel.That as your conscience can agree upon em,How ever if your Lordship give me priviledge,Ile tell you whats the opinion of the world.Lo.You cannot please me better.Cel.Y'are a LordBorne with as much nobilitie as wouldDivided serve to make ten noble menWithout a Herald, but with so much spirit,And height of soule, as well might furnish twenty.You are learnd, a thing not compatible nowWith native honour, and are master ofA language that doth chaine all yeares, and charmeAll hearts, where you perswade, a wit so flowingAnd prudence to correct it, that all menBeleeve they onely meete in you, which withA spacious memory make up the full wonders;To these you have knowne valour, and uponA noble cause, know how to use a swordTo honors best advantage, though you were none;You are as bountifull, as the showers that fallInto the Springs greene bosome; as you wereCreated Lord of fortune, not her steward;So constant to the cause, in which you makeYour selfe an advocate, you dare all dangers,And men had rather you should be their friend,Than justice or the bench, bound up together.Lor.But did you heare all this.Cel.And more my Lord.Lor.Pray let me have it Madam.Cel.To all these vertues, there is added one,(Your Lordship will remember when I name it,I speake but what I gather from the voyceOf others) it is growne to a full fameThat you have lov'd a woman.Lo.But one Madam?Cel.Yes many, give me leave to smile my Lord,I shall not neede to interpret in what sence,But you have shewd your selfe right honorable,And for your love to Ladies have deserv'd,If their vote might prevaile a marble statue,I make no comment on the peoples text.My Lord I should be sorry to offend.Lor.You cannot Madam, these are things we oweTo nature for.Cel.And honest men will payTheir debts.Lo.If they be able, or compound.Cel.She had a hard heart, would be unmercifull,And not give day to men so promising,But you ow'd women nothing.Lo.Yes I amStill in their debt, and I must owe them love,It was part of my character.Cel.With your LordshipsPardon I onely said, you had a fameFor loving women, but of late men sayYou have against the imperiall lawes of love,Restraind the active flowings of your bloud,And with a Mistris buried all that isHop'd for in loves succession, as all beautyHad died with her, and left the world benighted!In this you more dishonor all our sexeThan you did grace a part, when every whereLove tempts your eye to admire a glorious harvest,And every where as full blowne eares submitTheir golden heads, the laden trees bow downeTheir willing fruit, and court your amorous tasting.Lor.I see men would dissect me to a fibre,But doe you beleeve this?Cel.It is my wonder!I must confesse a man of nobler earthThen goes to vulgar composition,Borne and bred high, so unconfind, so richIn fortunes, and so read in all that summeVp humane knowledge, to feed gloriously,And live at court, the onely spheare whereinTrue beauty moves, natures most wealthy garden,Where every blossome is more worth, than allTheHesperianfruite, by jealous Dragon watch'dWhere all delights doe circle appetite,And pleasures multiply by being tasted,Should be so lost with thought of one, turne ashes.There's nothing left my Lord that can excuse you,Vnlesse you pleade, what I am asham'd to promptYour wisedome too?Lo.What that?Cel.That you have plaidThe Surgeon with your selfe.Lo.And am made Eunuch.Cel.It were much pitty.Lo.Trouble not your selfe,I could convince your feares with demonstrationThat I am man enough, but knew not whereVntill this meeting beauty dwelt; the courtYou talk'd of must be where the queene of love is,Which moves but with your person, in your eyeHer glory shines, and onely at that flameHer wanton boy doth light his quickning torch.Cel.Nay now you complement, I would it didMy Lord for your owne sake.Lor.You would be kind,And love me then.Cel.My Lord I should be lovingWhere I found worth to invite it, and should cherishA constant man.Lor.Then you should me Madam.Cel.But is the ice about your heart fallen off,Can you returne to doe what love commands?Cupidthou shalt have instand sacrifice,And I dare be the Priest.Lor.Your hand, your lip,Now I am proofe gainst all temptation.Cel.Your meaning my good Lord.Lor.I that have strengthAgainst thy voyce and beauty, after thisMay dare the charmes of womankind, thou artBella Mariaunprophaned yet,This Magicke has no power upon my bloud.Farewell Madam, if you durst be the exampleOf chaste as well as faire, thou wert a brave one.Cel.I hope your Lordship meanes not this for earnest,Be pleasd to grace a banquet.Lo.Pardon Madam.Will Sentlovefollow, I must laugh at you.Cel.My Lord I must beseech you stay, for honourFor her whose memory you love best.Lo.Your pleasure.Cel.And by that vertue you have now profest,I charge you to beleeve me too, I canNow glory, that you have beene worth my triall,Which I beseech you pardon, had not youSo valiantly recoverd in this conflict,You had beene my triumph, without hope of moreThan my just scorne upon your wanton flame;Nor will I thinke these noble thoughts grew firstFrom melancholy, for some femall losse,As the phantasticke world beleeves, but fromTruth, and your love of Innocence, which shineSo bright in the two royall luminariesAt Court, you cannot lose your way to chastitie,Proceede, and speake of me as honour guides you.Exit Lord.I am almost tir'd, come Ladies weele beguileDull time, and take the aire annother while.Exeunt.
Enter Aretina and Servant.
Are.But hath SirThomaslost five hundred poundsAlready?Ser.And five hundred more he borrow'd,The Dice are notable devourers Madam,They make no more of peeces, than of pebbles,But thrust their heapes together to engender,Two hundred more the Caster cries this gentleman,I am w'ee. I ha that to nothing sir, the CasterAgen, tis covered, and the table too,With summes that frighed me, here one sneakes out,And with a Martyrs patience, smiles uponHis moneyes Executioner, the Dice,Commands a pipe of good Tobacco, andI'th smoke on't vanishes; another makesThe bones vault ore his head, sweares that ill throwingHas put his shoulder out of joynt, calls forA bone setter that lookes to'th boxe, to bidHis master send him some more hundred pounds,Which lost, he takes tobacco, and is quiet;Here a strong arme throwes in, and in, with whichHe brusheth all the table, payes the RookesThat went their smelts a peece upon his hand,Yet sweares he has not drawne a stake this seven yeare.But I was bid make haste, my master mayLose this five hundred pounds ere I come thither.Exit.Are.If we both waste so fast, we shall soone findeOur state is not immortall, some thing inHis other wayes appeare not well already.Enter sir Thomas.Bor.Yee Tortoises, why make you no more haste,Go pay to'th master of the house that money,And tell the noble gamsters, I have anotherSuperfluous thousand pound, at night ile visit em.Dee heare?Ser.Yes and please you.Bor.Doo't ye drudges,Ta ra ra—Aretina.Ar.You have a pleasant humor sir.Bor.What should a gentleman be sad?Ar.You have lost.Bor.A transitory summe, as good that wayAs another.Are.Doe you not vexe within for't?Bor.I had rather lose a thousand more, than oneSad thought come neere my heart fort, vexe for trash,Although it goe from other men like dropsOf their life bloud, we lose with the alacrity,Wee drinke a cup of sacke, or kisse a Mistris,No money is considerable with a gamster,They have soules more spacious than Kings, did twoGamsters divide the Empire of the worldTheyd make one throw for't all, and he that lostBe no more melancholy, then to have plai'd forA mornings draught, vexe a rich soule for dirt,The quiet of whose every thought is worthA Province.Are.But when Dice have consumd all,Your patience will not pawne for as much more.Bor.Hang pawning, sell outright, and the feares over.Are.Say you so? I'le have another coach to morrowIf there be rich above ground.Bor.I forgotTo bid the fellow aske my Jeweller,Whether the chaine of Diamonds be made up,I will present it to my LadyBellamour,FaireCelestina.Are.This gowne J have worneSixe dayes already, it lookes dull, ile give itMy waiting woman, and have one of clothof gold enbrodered, shooes and pantablesWill show well of the same.Bor.I have invitedA covey of Ladies, and as many gentlemenTo morrow to theItalianOrdinary,I shall have rarities, and regalli asTo pay for Madam, musicke, wanton songs,And tunes of silken petticotes to dance to.Are.And to morrow have I invited halfe the CourtTo dine here, what misfortune tis your companyAnd ours should be devided? after dinnerJ entertaine e'm with a play.Bor.By that timeYour play inclines to the Epilogue, shall wequit ourItalianhost, and whirle in coaches,To the Douch Magazine of sawce, the Stillyard,Where deale, and backragge, and what strange wine else,They dare but give a name too in the reckoningShall flow into our roome, and drowne Westphalias,Tongues, and Anchoavis, like some little towneEndangered by a sluce, through whole fierce ebbeWe wade and wash our selves into a boate,And bid our Coachmen drive their leather tenementsBy land, while we saile home with a fresh tideTo some new randevous.Are.If you have notPointed the place, pray bring your Ladies hither,J meane to have a Ball to morrow night,And a rich banquet for e'm, where we'le danceTill morning rise, and blush to interrupt us.Bor.Have you no Ladies i'th next roome, to advanceA present mirth? What a dull house you governe?Farewell, a wife's no company—Aretina,J've summ'd up my estate, and find we may haveA month good yet.Are.What meane you?Bo.And Jde ratherBe Lord one moneth of pleasures, to the heightAnd rapture of our senses, than be yeares,Consuming what we have in foolish temperance,Live in the darke, and no fame waite upon us,I will live so, posterity shall standAt gaze when I am mentioned.Are.A mon'th good,And what shall be done then.Bor.Ile over Sea,And traile a pike, with watching, marching, lyingIn trenches, with enduring cold, and hunger,And taking here and there a musketshot,I can earne every weeke foure shillings Madam,And if the bullets favour me to snatchAny superfluous limbe, when I returneWith good friends, I despaire not to be enroldPoore Knight of Windsore; for your course Madam,No doubt you may doe well, your friends are great,Or if your poverty, and their pride cannotAgree, you neede not trouble much invention,To find a trade to live by, there are customers,Farewell, be frolicke Madam, if I liveI will feast all my senses, and not fallLesse than aPhaetonfrom my throne of Pleasure,Though my estate flame like the world about me.Are.Tis very pretty.Enter Decoy.MadamDecoy.De.What melancholyExit.After so sweet a nights worke? Have not IShew'd my selfe Mistris of my art.Are.A Lady.De.That title makes the credit of the actA story higher, y'ave not seene him yet,I wonder what hee'le say.Are.He's here.Ale.Beare upEnter Alexander and Fredericke.My littleMirmidan, does notJacke LittleworthFollow?Fre.Follow? He fell into the ThamesAt landing.Alex.The devill shall dive for himEre I endanger my silke stockings for him,Let the Watermen alone, they have drags and engins,When he has drunke his Julip, I shall laughTo see him come in pickeld the next tide.Fre.Hee'le never sinke, he has such a corke braine.Ale.Let him be hang'd or drown'd alls one to me,Yet he deserves to die by water, cannotBeare his wine credibly.Fre.Is not this my Aunt?Ale.And another hansome Lady, I must know her.Fre.My bloud is rampant too, I must court some body,As good my Aunt, as any other body.Are.Where have you beene cozen?Fre.At the bridge,At the Beares foote, where our first health beganTo the faireAretina, whose sweet companyWas wished by all, we could not get a lay,a Tumbler, a Device, abona robaFor any money, drawers were growne dull;We wanted our true firkes and our vagaries;When were you in drinke Aunt?Are.How?Fr.Do not LadiesPlay the good fellowes too? there's no true mirthWithout e'm, I have now such tickling fancies,That Doctour of the chaire of wit, has readA precious lecture, how I should behaveMy selfe to Ladies, as now for example.Are.Would you practise upon me?Fre.I first salute you,You have a soft hand Madam, are you soAll over?Are.Nephew.Fre.Nay you should but smile,And then agen I kisse you; and thus drawOff your white glove, and start to see your handMore excellently white, I grace my owneLip with this touch, and turning gently thus,Prepare you for my skill in Palmistry,Which out of curiosity no LadyBut easily applies too, the first lineI tooke with most ambition to find out,IsVenusgirdle, a faire semicircleEnclosing both the mount ofSolandSaturne,If that appeare, she's for my turne, a LadyWhom nature has prepar'd for the careere,AndCupidat my elbow, I put forward,You have this very line, Aunt.Are.The boy's franticke.Fre.You have a Couch or Palate, I can shutThe Chamber doore, enrich a stranger whenYour Nephew's comming into play.Are.No more.Fre.Are you so coy to your owne flesh and bloud?Al.Here take your playfellow, I talke of sport,And she would have me marry her.Fre.HeresLittleworth.Enter Littleworth wet.Why how now Tutour?Lit.I ha beene fishing.Fr.And what ha you caught?Lit.My belly full of water.Al.Ha ha, wheres thy rapier?Lit.My rapier's is drown'd,And I am little better, I was up bi'th heeles,And out came a tun of water beside wine.Al.'T has made thee sober.Lit.Would you have me drunkWith Water?Are.I hope your fire is quenched by this time.Fre.It is not now, as when your worship walkdBy all the tavernesJacke, drie as a bone.Al.You had store of fish under waterJacke.Lit.It has made a pooreJohnof me.Fre.J doe not thinke but if we cast an angleJnto his belly, we might find some Pilchards.Lit.And boild by this time, deere Madam a bed.Al.Carry but the water Spaniel to a grasseplotWhere he may roule himselfe, let him but shakeHis eares twice in the Sunne, and you may grind himInto a posset.Fre.Come thou shalt to my bedPoore pickerell.De.Alas sweete gentleman.Lit.I have ill lucke, and I should smell by this time,I am but new tane I am sure, sweet gentlewoman.De.Your servant.Lit.Pray doe not plucke off my skin,It is so wet, unlesse you have good eyesYou'le hardly know it from a shirt.De.Feare nothing.Are.He has sacke enough, and I may find his humor.Exeunt.Al.And how ist with your Ladiship? you lookeWithout a sunshine in your face.Are.You are gloriousIn mind and habit.Al.Ends of gold and silver.Are.Your other clothes were not so rich, who wasYour tailor sir?Al.They were made for me long since,They have knowne but two bright dayes upon my backe,I had a humor Madam to lay things by,They will serve two dayes more, I thinke I ha gold enoughTo goe to'th Mercer, Ile now allow my selfeA suite a weeke as this, with necessaryDependances, Beaver, silke stockings, garters,And roses in their due conformitie,Bootes are forbid a cleane legge, but to ride in,My linnen every morning comes in new,The old goes too great bellies.Ar.You are charitable.Al.I may dine w'ee sometime, or at the CourtTo meete good company, not for the table,My Clarke o'th Kitchins here, a witty Epicure,A spirit that to please me with whats rareCan flie a hundred mile a day to market,And make me Lord of Fish and Foule, I shallForget there is a butcher, and to makeMy footmen nimble, he shall feede on nothingBut wings of wildfoule.Are.These wayes are costly.Al.Therefore Ile have it so, I ha sprung a mine.Are.You make me wonder sir, to see this changeOf fortune, your revenew was not lateSo plentifull.Al.Hang durty land and Lordships,I wonot change one lodging I ha gotFor the Chamber of London.Are.Strange of such a sudden,To rise to this estate, no fortunate handAt dice could lift you up so, for tis sinceLast night, yesterday, you were no such Monarke.Al.There be more games then dice.Are.It cannot beA Mistris, though your person is worth love,None possibly are rich enough to feedAs you have cast the method of your riots,A Princesse, after all her Jewels mustBe forc'd to sell her provinces.Al.Now you talkeOf Jewels? What doe you thinke of this?Are.A rich one.Al.You'le honour me to wear't, this other toyI had from you, this chaine I borrowed of you,A friend had it in keeping, if your LadishipWant any summe, you know your friend andAlexander.Are.Dare you trust my security.Al.There's gold,I shall have more to morrow.Are.You astonish me, who can supply these?Al.A deare friend I have,She promisd we should meete agen i'th morning.Are.Not that I wish to knowMore of your happinesse, then I have areadyHeart to congratulate, be pleasd to layMy wonder.Al.Tis a secret.Are.Which ile dieEre Ile betray.Al.You have alwayes wish'd me well,But you shall sweare not to reveale the partie.Are.Ile lose the benefit of my tongue.Alex.Nor beAfraid at what I say, what thinke you firstOf an old Witch, a strange ill favor'd hagThat for my company last night, has wroughtThis cure upon my fortune? I doe sweatTo thinke upon her name.Are.How sir a Witch?Ale.I would not fright your Ladiship too muchAt first, but Witches are a kin to Spirits,The truth is—nay if you looke pale already,I ha done.Are.Sir I beseech you.Ale.If you haveBut courage then to know the truth, ile tell youIn one word, my chiefe friend is the devill.Are.What devill? How I tremble.Ale.Have a heart,Twas a shee devill too, a most insatiateAbominable devill with a taileThus long.Are.Goodnesse defend me, did you see her?Al.No twas i'th darke, but she appeard first to meI'th likenesse of a Bedlam, and was broughtI know not how, nor whither, by two Goblins,More hooded than a Hawke.Are.But would you venterVpon a devill?Al.I for meanes.Are.How blackeAn impudence is this? But are you sureIt was the devill you enjoy'd.Al.Say nothing,I did the best to please her, but as sureAs you live, twas a Helcat.Are.Dee not quake?Al.I found my selfe the very same i'th morning,Where two of her familiars had left me.Enter Servant.Ser.My Lord is come to visite you.Al.No words,As you respect my safety, I ha told talesOut of the devills schoole, if it be knowneI lose a friend, tis now about the timeI promis'd her to meete agen, at myReturne Ile tell you wonders, not a word.Exit.Are.Tis a false glasse, sure I am more deform'd,What have I done, my soule is miserable.Enter Lord.Lor.I sent you a letter Madam.Are.You exprestYour noble care of me my Lord.Enter Bornwell, Celestina.Bor.Your LordshipDoes me an honour.Lor.Madam I am gladTo see you here, I meant to have kist your handEre my returne to Court.Cel.SirThomashasPrevaild to bring me to his trouble hither.Lor.You doe him grace.Bor.Why whats the matter Madam?Your eyes are tuningLachrimæ.Are.As youDoe hope for heaven withdraw, and give me butThe patience of ten minutes.Born.Wonderfull!I wonot heare you above that proportion,Shee talkes of heaven, come, where must we to counsell?Ar.You shall conclude me when you please.Bo.I follow.Lor.What alteration is this? I that so lateStood the temptation of her eye, and voyce,Boasted a heart, 'bove all licentious flame,At second veiw turne renegade, and thinkeI was too superstitious, and fullOf phlegme not to reward her amorous CourtshipWith manly freedome.Cel.I obey you sir.Bor.Ile waite upon your Lordship presently.Lor.She could not want a cunning to seeme honestWhen I neglected her, I am resolv'd,You still looke pleasant Madam.Cel.I have causeMy Lord, the rather for your presence, whichHath power to charme all trouble in my thoughts.Lor.I must translate that complement and oweAll that is cheerefull in my selfe to theseAll quickning smiles, and rather than such brightEyes should repent their influence upon me,I would release the aspects, and quit the bountieOf all the other starres; Did you not thinke meA strange and melancholy gentlemanTo use you so unkindly.Cel.Me my Lord?Lor.I hope you made no loude complaint, I wod notBe tride by a Jury of Ladies.Cel.For what my Lord?Lor.I did not meete that noble entertainment,You were late pleasd to shew me.Cel.I observdNo such defect in your Lorship, but a braveAnd noble fortitude.Lor.A noble follyI bring repentance fort, I know you haveMadam a gentle faith, and wonot ruineWhat you have built to honour you.Cel.Whats that?Lor.If you can love, ile tell your Ladiship.Cel.I have a stubborne soule else.Lor.You are allComposd of harmony.Cel.What love de'e meane?Lor.That which doth perfect both, Madam you have heardI can be constant, and if you consentTo grace it so, there is a spacious dwellingPrepar'd within my heart for such a Mistrisse.Cel.Your Mistris, my good Lord?Lor.Why my good Lady?Your sexe doth hold it no dishonourTo become Mistris to a noble servantIn the now court, Platonicke way, considerWho tis that pleades to you, my birth, and presentValue can be no staine to your embrace,But these are shadowes when my love appeares,Which shall in his first miracle returneMe in my bloome of youth, and thee a Virgin,When I within some newElisiumOf purpose made and meant for us, shall beIn every thingAdonis, but in hisContempt of love, and court thee from aDaphneHid in the cold rinde of a bashfull tree,With such warme language, and delight, till thouLeape from that bayes into the queene of love,And pay my conquest with composing garlandsOf thy owne mirtle for me.Cel.Whats all this?Lor.Consent to be my MistrisCelestina,And we will have it Spring-time all the yeare,Vpon whose invitations when we walke,The windes shall play soft descant to our feete,And breathe rich odors to repure the aire,Greene bowers on every side shall tempt our stay,And Violets stoope to have us treade upon em.The red rose shall grow pale, being neere thy cheeke,And the white blush orecome with such a forehead,Here laid, and measuring with our selves some banke,A thousand birds shall from the woods repaire,And place themselves so cunningly, behindeThe leaves of every tree, that while they payAs tribute of their songs, thou shalt imagineThe very trees beare musicke, and sweet voycesDoe grow in every arbour, here can weEmbrace and kisse, tell tales, and kisse agen,And none but heaven our rivall.Cel.When we areWeary of these, what if we shift our Paradise?And through a grove of tall and even pine,Descend into a Vally, that shall shameAll the delights ofTempe, upon whoseGreene plush the graces shall be cald to danceTo please us, and maintaine their Fairy revells,To the harmonious murmurs of a streameThat gently falls upon a rocke of pearle,Here doth the Nimph forsaken Eccho dwell,To whom we'le tell the story of our love,Till at our surfet and her want of joy,We breake her heart with envy, not farre offA grove shall call us to a wanton river,To see a dying Swan give up the ghost,The fishes shooting up their teares in bubblesThat they must lose the Genius of their waves,And such love linsey woolsey, to no purpose.Lor.You chide me hansomely, pray tell me howYou like this language.Cel.Good my Lord forbeare.Lor.You neede not flie out of this circle Madam,These widowes so are full of circumstance,Ile undertake in this time I ha courtedYour Ladiship for the toy, to ha broken ten,Nay twenty colts, Virgins I meane, and taught emThe amble, or what pace I most affected.Cel.Y'are not my Lord agen, the Lord I thought you,And I must tell you now, you doe forgetYour selfe and me.Lor.You'le not be angry Madam.Cel.Nor rude, though gay men have a priviledge,It shall appeare, there is a man my LordWithin my acquaintance, rich in worldly fortunes,But cannot boast any descent of bloud,Would buy a coate of armes.Lor.He may, and leggesbooted and spurr'd to ride into the countrey.Cel.But these will want antiquitie: my LordThe seale of honour, whats a coate cut outBut yesterday to make a man a gentleman?Your family as old, as the first vertueThat merited an Escucheon, doth oweA glorious coat of armes, if you will sell nowAll that your name doth challenge in that ensigne,Ile helpe you to a chapman, that shall payAnd powre downe wealth enough fort.Lor.Sell my armes?I cannot Madam.Cel.Give but your consent,You know not how the state may be enclindTo dispensation, we may prevaileVpon the Heralds office afterward.Lor.Ile sooner give these armess to'th hangmans axe,My head, my heart, to twenty executionsThan sell one atome from my name.Cel.Change that,And answer him would buy my honour from me.Honour that is not worne upon a flaggeOr pennon, that without the owners dangers,An enemy may ravish, and beare from me,But that which growes and withers with my soule,Beside the bodies staine, think, thinke my LordTo what you would unworthily betray me,If you would not for price of gold, or pleasure,(If that be more your idoll) lose the gloryAnd painted honour of your house——I ha done.Lor.Enough to rectifie a Satires bloud,Obscure my blushes here.Enter Sentlove and Hairecut.Ha.Or this or fight with me,It shall be no exception that I waiteVpon my Lord, I am a gentleman,You may be lesse and be a Knight, the office,I doe my Lord is honest sir, how manySuch you have beene guilty of, heaven knowes.Sent.Tis no feare of your sword, but that I wod notBreake the good lawes established against duells.Ha.Off with your periwig, and stand bare.Lor.From thisMinute ile be a servant to thy goodnesse,A Mistris in the wanton sence is common,Ile honor you with chaste thoughts, and call you so.Cel.Ile study to be worth your faire opinion.Lor.Sentlove, your head was usd to a covering,Beside a hat, when went the haire away.Sent.I laid a wager my Lord withHairecut,Who thinkes I shall catch cold, that ile stand bareThis halfe houre.Ha.Pardon my ambitionMadam, I told you truth, I am a gentleman,And cannot feare that name is drown'd in myRelation to my Lord.Cel.I dare not thinke so.Ha.From henceforth call my service duty Madam,That Pigges head that betraid me to your mirth,Is doing penance for't.Sent.Why may not IMy Lord begin a fashion of no haire.Cel.Doe you sweat sir William.Sent.Not with store of nightcaps.
Enter Aretina, Bornwell.
Are.Heaven has dissolv'd the clouds that hung uponMy eyes, and if you can with mercy meetA penitent, I throw my owne will off,And now in all things obey yours, my nephewSend backe agen to'th colledge, and my selfeTo what place you'le confine me.Bor.Dearer nowThan ever to my bosome, thou shalt pleaseMe best to live at thy owne choice, I didBut fright thee with a noise of my expences,The summes are safe, and we have wealth enough,If yet we use it nobly? My Lord——Madam,Pray honour to night.Are.I begge your presence,And pardon.Bor.I know not how myAretinaMay be disposd to morrow for the country.Cel.You must not goe, before you both have doneMe honour to accept an entertainment,Where I have power, on those termes I me your guest.
Bor.You grace us Madam.Are.AlreadyI feele a cure upon my soule, and promiseMy after life to vertue, pardon heaven,My shame yet hid from the worlds eye.De.Sweet Madam.Enter Decoy.Ar.Not for the world be seene here, we are lost,Ile visite you at home; but not to practiseWhat she expects, my counsell may recover her.
Enter Alexander.
Al.Wheres Madam? pray lend me a little money,My spirit has deceiv'd me,ProserpineHas broke her word.Are.Doe you expect to findThe devill true to you.Al.Not too loud.Are.Ile voyce itLouder, to all the world your horrid sinne,Vnlesse you promise me religiously,To purge your foule bloud by repentance sir.Al.Then I'me undone.Are.Not while I have powerTo encourage you to vertue, ile endeavourTo find you out some nobler way at CourtTo thrive in.Al.Doo't, and ile forsake the devill,And bring my flesh to obedience; you shall steere me,My Lord—your servant.Lor.You are brave agen.Al.Madam your pardon.Bor.Your offence requiresHumility.Al.Low as my heart. SirThomasIle sup with you, a part of satisfaction.Bor.Our pleasures coole, musicke, and when our LadiesAre tired with active motion, to giveThem rest in some new rapture to advanceFull mirth, our soules shall leape into a dance.
Exeunt.
FINIS.
Transcriber's NoteThe Table of Contents was generated."Supernitendent" changed to "Superintendent" (With title of Superintendent Baylie)."Dutchmnas" and "Dutchmans" (Of this Italian Master, and that Dutchmans)."siir" changed to "sir" (Yes sir, and when tis drawne)."houour" changed to "honour" (Me so much honour, to accept from me).End of second act: "Exunt" changed to "Exeunt"."Am I not now a proper gentleman?" should not be attributed to "Are." but probably to "Fre." and has been changed."hre's" changed to "here's" (To be my owne betrayer, here's my husband)."Issabella" changed to "Isabella" (Celestina, Mariana, Isabella)."earness" changed to "earnest" (I hope your Lordship meanes not this for earnest).The "Exit" at the end of the line "Madam _Decoy_. _De._ What melancholy" probably refers to "Bor" two lines above."divell" changed to "devill" (Twas a shee devill too, a most insatiate)."in" removed (I found my selfe the very same i'th morning)."shat" changed to "shalt" (As tribute of their songs, thou shalt imagine, Than ever to my bosome, thou shalt please).
The Table of Contents was generated.
"Supernitendent" changed to "Superintendent" (With title of Superintendent Baylie).
"Dutchmnas" and "Dutchmans" (Of this Italian Master, and that Dutchmans).
"siir" changed to "sir" (Yes sir, and when tis drawne).
"houour" changed to "honour" (Me so much honour, to accept from me).
End of second act: "Exunt" changed to "Exeunt".
"Am I not now a proper gentleman?" should not be attributed to "Are." but probably to "Fre." and has been changed.
"hre's" changed to "here's" (To be my owne betrayer, here's my husband).
"Issabella" changed to "Isabella" (Celestina, Mariana, Isabella).
"earness" changed to "earnest" (I hope your Lordship meanes not this for earnest).
The "Exit" at the end of the line "Madam _Decoy_. _De._ What melancholy" probably refers to "Bor" two lines above.
"divell" changed to "devill" (Twas a shee devill too, a most insatiate).
"in" removed (I found my selfe the very same i'th morning).
"shat" changed to "shalt" (As tribute of their songs, thou shalt imagine, Than ever to my bosome, thou shalt please).