Venus.Purge me the Temple round,And live by this example henceforth sound.Virgin, I have seen thy tears,Heard thy wishes, and thy fears;Thy holy Incense flew above,Harktherefore to thy doom in Love;Had thy heart been soft at first,Now thou had'st allay'd thy thirst,Had thy stubborn will but bended,All thy sorrows here had ended;Therefore to be just in Love,A strange Fortune thou must prove,And, for thou hast been stern and coy,A dead Love thou shalt enjoy.
Venus.Purge me the Temple round,And live by this example henceforth sound.Virgin, I have seen thy tears,Heard thy wishes, and thy fears;Thy holy Incense flew above,Harktherefore to thy doom in Love;Had thy heart been soft at first,Now thou had'st allay'd thy thirst,Had thy stubborn will but bended,All thy sorrows here had ended;Therefore to be just in Love,A strange Fortune thou must prove,And, for thou hast been stern and coy,A dead Love thou shalt enjoy.
Cal.O gentle goddess!Ven.Rise, thy doom is said,And fear not,I will please thee with the dead.[Venusascends.Nun.Go up into the Temple and there endYour holy Rites, the Goddess smiles upon ye.[ExeuntCal.andNun.
EnterChilaxin his Robe.
Chi.I'll no more Oracles, nor Miracles,Nor no more Church work, I'll be drawn and hang'd first.Am not I torn a pieces with the thunder?Death, I can scarce believe I live yet,It gave me on the buttocks, a cruel, a huge bang,I had as lieve ha' had 'em scratcht with Dog-whips:Be quiet henceforth, now ye feel the end on't,I would advise ye my old friends, the good GentlewomanIs strucken dumb, and there her Grace sits mumpingLike an old Ape eating a Brawn; sure the good GoddessKnew my intent was honest, to save the Princess,And how we young men are entic'd to wickedness,By these lewd Women, I had paid for't else too.I am monstrous holy now, and cruel fearful,O 'twas a plaguey thump, charg'd with a vengeance.
EnterSiphax, walks softly over the stage, and goes in.
Would I were well at home; the best is, 'tis not day:Who's that? ha?Siphax!I'll be with you anon, Sir;Ye shall be oracled I warrant ye,And thunder'd too, as well as I; your Lordship
EnterMemnon, Eumenes, Stremon, and two carrying Torches.
Must needs enjoy the Princess, yes:ha! Torches?AndMemnoncoming this way? he's Dog-mad,And ten to one appearing thus unto him,He worries me, I must go by him.Eum.Sir?Mem.Ask me no further questions; what art thou?How dost thou stare! stand off; nay look upon me,I do not shake, nor fear thee—[Draws his Sword.Chi.He will kill me,This is for Church work.Mem.Why dost thou appear now?Thou wert fairly slain: I know thee,Diocles,And know thine envy to mine honour: but—Chi.StayMemnon,I am a Spirit, and thou canst not hurt me.Eum.This is the voice ofChilax.Strem.Whatmakes him thus?Chi.'Tis true, that I was slain in field, but foully,By multitudes, not manhood: therefore mark me,I do appear again to quit mine honour,And on thee single.Mem.I accept the challenge.Where?Chi.On the Stygian Banks.Mem.When?Chi.Four days hence.Mem.Go noble Ghost, I will attend.Chi.I thank ye.Stre.Ye have sav'd your throat, and handsomly:Farewel, Sir.[ExitChilax.Mem.Sing me theBattles ofPelusium,In which this Worthy dyed.Eum.This will spoil all, and make him worseThan e'r he was: sit down, Sir,And give your self to rest.
Arm, arm, arm, arm, the Scouts are all come in,Keep your Ranks close, and now your honours win.Behold from yonder Hill, the Foe appears,Bows, Bills, Glaves, Arrows, Shields, and Spears,Like a dark Wood he comes, or tempest pouring;O view the Wings of Horse the Meadows scowring,The vant-guard marches bravely, hark, the Drums—dub, dub.They meet, they meet,and now the Battel comes:See how the Arrows fly,That darken all the Skye;Hark how the Trumpets sound,Hark how the Hills rebound.—Tara, tara, tara.Hark how the Horses charge:in Boys, Boys in—tara, tara.The Battel totters; now the wounds begin;O how they cry,O how they dy!Room for the valiantMemnonarm'd with thunder,See how he breaks the Ranks asunder:They flye, they flye,Eumeneshas the Chace,And bravePolybiusmakes good his place.To the Plains, to the Woods,To the Rocks, to the Floods,They flie for succour: Follow, follow, follow,Hey, hey.Hark how the Souldiers hollowBraveDioclesis dead,And all his Souldiers fled,The Battel's won, and lost,That many a life hath cost.
Arm, arm, arm, arm, the Scouts are all come in,Keep your Ranks close, and now your honours win.Behold from yonder Hill, the Foe appears,Bows, Bills, Glaves, Arrows, Shields, and Spears,Like a dark Wood he comes, or tempest pouring;O view the Wings of Horse the Meadows scowring,The vant-guard marches bravely, hark, the Drums—dub, dub.They meet, they meet,and now the Battel comes:See how the Arrows fly,That darken all the Skye;Hark how the Trumpets sound,Hark how the Hills rebound.—Tara, tara, tara.Hark how the Horses charge:in Boys, Boys in—tara, tara.The Battel totters; now the wounds begin;O how they cry,O how they dy!Room for the valiantMemnonarm'd with thunder,See how he breaks the Ranks asunder:They flye, they flye,Eumeneshas the Chace,And bravePolybiusmakes good his place.To the Plains, to the Woods,To the Rocks, to the Floods,They flie for succour: Follow, follow, follow,Hey, hey.Hark how the Souldiers hollowBraveDioclesis dead,And all his Souldiers fled,The Battel's won, and lost,That many a life hath cost.
Mem.Now forward to the Temple.[Exeunt.
EnterChilax.
Chi.Are ye gone?How have I 'scap'd this morning! by what miracle!Sure I am ordain'd for some brave end.
EnterCloe.
Clo.How is it?Chi.Come, 'tis as well as can be.Clo.But is it possibleThis should be true you tell me?Chi.'Tis most certain.Clo.Such a gross Ass to love the Princess?Chi.Peace,Pull your Robe close about ye: you are perfectIn all I taught ye?Cl[o]. Sure.Chi.Gods give thee good luck.'Tis strange my Brains should still be beating KnaveryFor all these dangers, but they are needful mischiefs,And such are Nuts to me; and I must do 'em.You will remember me—Clo.By this kiss,Chilax.Chi.No more of that, I fear another thunder.Clo.We are not i'th' Temple, man.
EnterSiphax.
Chi.Peace, here he comes,Now to our business handsomly; away now.[Ex.Chilax, andCloe.Si.'Twas sure the Princess, for he kneel'd unto her,And she lookt every way: I hope the OracleHas made me happy; me I hope she lookt for,
EnterChilax, andCloeat the other door.
Fortune, I will so honour thee, Love, so adore thee.She is here again, looks round abouther, again too,'Tis done, I know 'tis done; 'tisChilaxwith her,And I shall know of him; who's that?Chi.Speak softly,The Princess from the Oracle.Si.She views me,By Heaven she beckons me.Chi.Come near, she wou'd have ye.Si.O royal Lady.[Kisses her hand.Chi.She wills ye read that, for belike she's bound to silenceFor such a time; she is wondrous gracious to ye.Si.Heav'n make me thankful.Chi.She would have ye read it.[He reads.Si.Siphax, the will of Heaven hath cast me on theeTo be thy Wife, whose Will must be obey'd:Use me with honour, I shall love thee dearly,And make thee understand thy worths hereafter;Convey me to a secret Ceremony,That both our hearts and loves may be united,And use no Language, till before my BrotherWe both appear, where I will shew the Oracle,For till that time I am bound, I must not answer.Si.O happy I!Chi.Ye are a made man.Si.ButChilax,Where are her Women?Chi.None but your Graces Sister,Because she would have it private to the World yet,Knows of this business.Si.I shall thank thee,Chilax,Thou art a careful man.Chi.Your Graces Servant.Si.I'll find a fit place for thee.Chi.If you will not,There's a good Lady will, she points ye forward,Away and take your fortune; not a word, Sir:So, you are greas'd I hope.[Ex.Si.andCloe, manetChilax.
EnterStremon, Fool, and Boy.
Chi.Stremon, Fool,Picus,Where have you left your Lord?Strem.I' th' Temple,Chilax.Chi.Why are ye from him?Strem.Why, the King is with him,And all the Lords.Chi.Is not the Princess there too?Strem.Yes.And the strangest Coil amongst 'em; She weeps bitterly:The King entreats, and frowns, my Lord like AutumnDrops off his hopes by handfulls, all the TempleSweats with this Agony.Chi.Where's youngPolydore?Strem.Dead, as they said, o' th' sudden.Chi.Dead?Strem.For certain,But not yet known abroad.Chi.There's a new trouble,A brave young man he was; but we must all dye.Strem.Did not the General meet you this morningLike a tall Stallion Nun?Chi.No more o' that, Boy.Strem.You had been ferretting.Chi.That's all one, Fool;My Master Fool that taught my wits to traffick,What has your Wisedom done? how have you profited?Out with your Audit: come, you are not empty,Put out mine eye with twelve-pence? do you shaker?What think you of this shaking? here's wit, Coxcomb,Ha Boys? ha my fine Rascals, here's a Ring,{Pulls outa Purse.How right they go!Fool.O let me ring the fore Bell.[Chi.] And here are thumpers,Chiqueens, golden rogues,Wit, wit, ye Rascals.Fool.I have a Stye here,Chilax.Chi.I have no Gold to cure it, not a penny,Not one cross, Cavalier; we are dull Souldiers,Gross heavy-headed fellows; fight for Victuals?Fool.Why, ye are the Spirits of the time.Chi.By no means.Fool.The valiant firie.Chi.Fie, fie, no.Fool.Be-lee me, Sir.Chi.I wou'd I cou'd, Sir.Fool.I will satisfie ye.Chi.But I will not content you; alas poor Boy,Thou shew'st an honest Nature,weepst for thy Master,There's a red Rogue to buy thee Handkerchiefs.Fool.He was an honest Gentleman, I have lost too.Chi.You have indeed your labour, Fool; butStremon,Dost thou want money too? no Vertue living?No firking out at fingers ends?Strem.It seems so.Chi.Will ye all serve me?Strem.Yes, when ye are Lord General,For less I will not go.Chi.There's Gold for thee then,Thou hast a Souldiers mind. Fool—Fool.Here, your first man.Chi.I will give thee for thy Wit, for 'tis a fine wit,A dainty diving Wit, hold up, just nothing,Go graze i' th' Commons, yet I am merciful—There's six-pence: buy a Saucer, steal an old Gown,And beg i' th' Temple for a Prophet, come away Boys,Let's see how things are carried, Fool, up Sirrah,You may chance get a dinner: Boy, your prefermentI'll undertake, for your brave Masters sake,You shall not perish.Fool.Chilax.Chi.Please me well, Fool.And you shall light my pipes: away to the Temple.But stay, the King's here, sport upon sport, Boys.
Enter King, Lords,Siphaxkneeling,Cloewith a Vail.
King.What would you have, Captain?Speak suddenly, for I am wondrous busie.Si.A pardon, Royal Sir.King.For what?Si.For thatWhich was Heaven's Will, should not be mine alone, Sir;My marrying with this Lady.King.It needs no pardon,For Marriage is no Sin.Si.Not in it self, Sir;But in presuming too much: yet Heaven knows,So does the Oracle that cast it on me,And——the Princess, royal Sir.King.What Princess?Si.O be not angry my dread King, your Sister.King.My Sister; she's i' th' Temple, Man.Si.She is here, Sir.Lord.The Captain's mad, she's kneeling at the Altar.King.I know she is; with all my heart good Captain,I do forgive ye both: be unvail'd, Lady.[Puts off her Vail.Will ye have more forgiveness? the man's frantick,Come let's go bring her out: God give ye joy, Sir.Si.How,Cloe? my oldCloe?[Ex. King, Lords.Clo.Even the same, Sir.Chi.Gods give your manhood much content.Strem.The PrincessLooks something musty since her coming over.Fool.'Twere good you'd brush her over.Si.Fools and FidlersMake sport at my abuse too?Fool.O 'tis the NatureOf us Fools to make bold with one another,But you are wise, brave sirs.Chi.Cheer up your Princess,Believe it Sir, the King will not be angry,Or say he were; why, 'twas the Oracle.The Oracle,an't like your Grace, the Oracle.Strem.And who, most mightySiphax?Siph.With mine own whore.Cloe.With whom else should ye marry, speak your conscience,Will ye transgress the law of Arms, that everRewards the Souldier with his own sins?Siph.Devils.Cloe.Ye had my maiden-head, my youth, my sweetness,Is it not justice then?—Siph.I see it must be,But by this hand, I'le hang a lock upon thee.Cloe.You shall not need, my honesty shall doe it.Siph.If there be wars in all the world—Cloe.I'le with ye,For you know I have been a Souldier,Come, curse on: when I need another Oracle.Chi.Send for meSiphax, I'le fit ye with a Princess,And so to both your honours.Fool.And your graces.Siph.The Devil grace ye all.Cloe.God a mercyChilax.Chi.Shall we laugh half an hour now?Strem.No the King comes,And all the train.Chi.Away then, our Act's ended.[Exeunt.
Enter King, Calis, Memnon,andCleanthe,Lords.
King.You know he do's deserve ye, loves ye dearly,You know what bloody violence had us'd{The Hearseready, Polydor,Eumenes& Captains.Upon himself, but that his Brother crost it,You know the same thoughts still inhabit in himAnd covet to take birth: Look on him Lady,The wars have not so far consum'd him yet,Cold age disabled him, or sickness sunk himTo be abhorr'd: look on his Honour Sister,That bears no stamp of time, no wrinkles on it,No sad demolishment, nor death can reach it:Look with the eyes of Heaven that nightly waken,To view the wonders ofthe glorious Maker,And not the weakness: look with your vertuous eyes,And then clad royaltie in all his conquests,His matchless love hung with a thousand merits,Eternal youth attending, Fame and Fortune,Time and Oblivion vexing at his vertues,He shall appear a miracle: look on our dangers,Look on the publick ruin.Calis.O, dear Brother.King.Fie, let us not like proud and greedy watersGain to give off again: this is our Sea,And you hisCynthia, govern him, take heed,His flouds have been as high, and full as any,And gloriously now is got up to the girdle,The Kingdomes he hath purchas'd; noble Sister,Take not your vertue from him, O take heedWe ebbe not now to nothing, take heedCalis.Calis.The will of Heaven not mine, which must not alter,And my eternal doom for ought I knowIs fixt upon me; alas, I must love nothing,Nothing that loves again must I be blest with:The gentle Vine climbs up the Oke and clips him,And when the stroke comes, yet they fall together;Death, death must I enjoy, and live to love him,O noble Sir!Mem.Those tears are some reward yet,Pray let me wed your sorrows.Calis.Take 'em Souldier,They are fruitfull ones, lay buta sigh upon 'em,And straight they will conceive to infinites;I told ye whatye would find 'em.
EnterFuneral, Captains following, andEumenes.
King.How now, what's this? more drops to th' Ocean?Whose body's this?Eum.The noblePolydor,This speaks his death.Mem.My Brother dead?Calis.O Goddess!O cruel, cruelVenus, here's my fortune.King.Read Captain.Mem.Read aloud: farewel my follies.[Eumen.reads to the Excellent PrincessCalis.Eum.Be wise, as you are beauteous, love with judgement,And look with clear eyes on my noble Brother,Value desert and vertue, they are Jewels,Fit for your worth and wearing: take heed Lady,The Gods reward ingratitude most grievous;Remember me no more, or if you must,Seek me in nobleMemnonslove, I dwell there:I durst not live, because I durst not wrong him,I can no more, make me eternal happyWith looking down upon your loves.Farewel.Mem.And did'st thou die for me?King.Excellent vertue!What will ye now doe?Calis.Dwell for ever here Sir.Mem.For me dearPolydor? O worthy young man!O love, love, love, love above recompence!Infinite love, infinite honesty!Good Lady leave, you must have no share here,Take home your sorrows: here's enough to store me,Brave glorious griefs! was ever such a Brother?Turn all the stories over in the world yet,And search through all the memories of mankind,And find me such a friend; h'as out done all,Outstript 'em sheerly, all, all, thou hastPolydor,To die for me; why, as I hope for happiness,'Twas one of the rarest thought on things,The bravest, and carried beyond compass of our actions,I wonder how he hit it, a young man too,In all the blossomes of his youth and beautie,In all the fulness of his veins and wishesWoo'd by that Paradise, that would catch Heaven;It starts me extreamly, thou blest Ashes,Thou faithfull monument, where love and friendshipShall while the world is, work new miracles.Calis.O! let me speak too.Mem.No not yet; thou man,(For we are but mans shadows,) only man,I have not words to utter him; speak Lady,I'le think a while.Calis.The Goddess grants me this yet,I shall enjoy the dead: no tomb shall hold theeBut these two arms, no Trickments but my tearsOver thy Hearse, my sorrows like sad armsShall hang for ever: on the tuffest MarbleMine eyes shall weep thee out an Epitaph,Love at thy feet shall kneel, his smart bow broken;Faith at thy head, youth and the Graces mourners;O sweet young man!King.Now I begin to melt too.Mem.Have ye enough yet Lady? room for a gamester.To my fond Love, and all those idle fanciesA long farewel, thou diedst for me dearPolydor,To give me peace, thou hast eternal glory,I stay and talk here; I will kiss thee first,And now I'le follow thee.[Polydor rises.Pol.Hold, for Heavens sake!Mem.Ha!Does he live?Dost thou deceive me?Pol.Thus far,Yet for your good, and honour.King.Now dear Sister.Calis.The Oracle is ended, noble Sir,Dispose me now as you please.Pol.You are mine then?Calis.With all the joyes that may be.Pol.Your consent Sir?King.Ye have it freely.Pol.Walk along with me then,And as you love me, love my will.Calis.I will so.Pol.Here worthy Brother, take this vertuous Princess,Ye have deserv'd her nobly, she will love ye,And when my life shall bring ye peace, as she does,Command it, ye shall have it.Mem.Sir, I thank ye.King.I never found such goodness in such years.Mem.Thou shalt not over-doe me, though I die for't,O how I love thy goodness, my best Brother,You have given me here a treasure to enrich me,Would make the worthiest King alive a begger,What may I give you back again?Pol.Your love Sir.Mem.And you shall have it, even my dearest love,My first, my noblest love, take her again, Sir,She is yours, your honesty has over-run me,She loves ye,lose her not: excellent Princess,Injoy thy wish, and now get Generals.Pol.As ye love heaven, love him, she is only yours, Sir.Mem.As ye love heaven, love him, she is only yours, Sir;My Lord, the King.Pol.He will undoe himself Sir,And must without her perish; who shall fight then?Who shall protect your Kingdom?Mem.Give me hearing,And after that, belief, were she my soul(As I do love her equal) all my victories,And all the living names I have gain'd by war,And loving him that good, that vertuous good man,That only worthy of the name of Brother,I would resign all freely, 'tis all loveTo me, all marriage rites, the joy or issuesTo know him fruitfull, that has been so faithfull.King.This is the noblest difference; take your choiceSister.Calis.I see they are so brave, and noble both,I know not which to look on.Pol.Chuse discreetly,And vertue guide ye, there all the world in one manStands at the mark.Mem.There all mans honestie,The sweetness of all youth—Cal.O God's!Mem.My Armour,By all the God's she's yours; my Arms, I say,And I beseech your Grace, give me imployment,That shall be now my Mistress, there my Courtship.King.Ye shall have any thing.Mem.Vertuous Lady,Remember me, your Servant now; Young man,You cannot over-reach me in your goodness;O love! how sweet thou look'st now! and how gentle!I should have slubber'd thee, and stain'd thy beauty;Your hand, your hand Sir!King.Take her, and Heaven bless her.Mem.So.Pol.'Tis your will Sir, nothing of my merit;And as your royal gift, I take this blessing.Cal.And I from heaven this gentleman: thanks Goddess.Mem.So ye are pleas'd now Lady?Calis.Now or never.Mem.My cold stiffe carkass would have frozen ye,Wars, wars.King.Ye shall have wars.Mem.My next brave battelI dedicate to your bright honour, Sister,Give me a favour, that the world may knowI am your Souldier.Calis.This, and all fair Fortunes.Mem.And he that bears this from me, must strike boldly.[Cleanthekneeling.Calis.I do forgive thee: be honest; no more wench.King.Come now to Revels, this blest day shall proveThe happy crown of noble Faith and Love.[Exeunt.
To please all's impossible, and to despairRuins our selves, and damps the Writers care:Would we knew what to doe, or say, or whenTo find the mindes here equal with the men:But we must venture; now to Sea we goe,Faire fortune with us, give us room, and blow;Remember ye're all venturers; and in this PlayHow many twelve-peaces ye have 'stow'd this day:Remember for return of your delight,We launch, and plough through storms of fear, and spight:Give us your fore-winds fairly, fill our wings,And steer us right, and as theSaylor sings,Loaden with Wealth, on wanton seas, so weShall make our home-bound-voyage chearfully;And you our noble Merchants, for your treasureShare equally the fraught, we run for pleasure.
Here lyes the doubt now, let our Playes be good,Our own care sailing equall in this Flood;Our preparations new, new our Attire,Yet here we are becalmed still, still i' th' mire,Here we stick fast; Is there no way to clearThis passage of your judgement, and our fear,No mitigation of that law? Brave friends,Consider we are yours, made for your ends,And every thing preserves it self, each willIf not perverse, and crooked,utter stillThe best of that it ventures in: have careEv'n for your pleasures sake, of what we are,And do not ruine all, You may frown still,But 'tis the nobler way, to check the will.
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It has not been thought necessary to record the correction of every turned letter nor the substitution of marks of interrogation for marks of exclamation andvice versâ. Full-stops have been silently inserted at the ends of speeches and each fresh speaker has been given the dignity of a fresh line: in the double-columned folio the speeches are frequently run on. Only misprints of interest in the Quartos and the First Folio are recorded.
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p.1,ll. 3-38.Not in 1st folio.p.2,l. 19.Generall Generall.l. 33.Some though.l. 37.Adds stage direction] Drum within.p.3,l. 1.readsDrumonly.l. 15.must sweat; bring.l. 32.If ye dare.l. 36.damp't.p.4,l. 27.has.p.6,l. 32.Is troubled.p.7,l. 23.ybroken off in2nd folio.l. 27.consideration what, or how.l. 31.undigested done.l. 38.2d foliomisprints] Men.p.8,l. 4.of a warre.l. 12.her backe.p.9,l. 10.2nd foliomisprints] plauge.l. 22.You men of wars.l. 31.Thou't.p.10,l. 16.By wambling.p.12,l. 9.And money.l. 36.and thou.p.13,l. 39.Stage direction] Captains.p.14,l. 1.2nd folio] Princess, Calis.l. 9.Has.l. 23.shankes too [omitsake].l. 31.a turnes.p.15,l. 15.feete has.l. 27.And talke.l. 31.Empire.p.16,l. 2.beares ye.l. 19.the spirits.l. 31.Omitsfor ... that.l. 34.I thinke.l. 36.Or he.l. 38.all his heart.l. 40.higher prizes.p.17,l. 3.AddsFinis Actus Primi.l. 31.Is here.p.18,l. 17.be strange.p.19,l. 35.2nd foliomisprints] Cni.p.21,l. 9.get he.l. 23.Sure is.l. 35.all dangers.p.22,l. 12.bids the.l. 20.a prize.l. 22.am well content.p.23,l. 1.the sweets.l. 2.other Word.l. 15.breath of ayres.l. 18.the deaths.l. 20.they weepe.l. 25.and knowne.p.24,l. 27.of beautie.l. 28.I woo'd.l. 30.she dare.p.25,l. 15.Foole and Page.l. 16.wits two, an ye.p.26,l. 3.Boy Ed. Hor.l. 34.a glotes.l. 39.has a.p.27,l. 25.he dare.l. 32.ye Scarrubbs.p.28,l. 7.Gowts a.p.29,l. 7.Omitsand.l. 15.Is slow.l. 38.a blushes.p.30,l. 24.a shame.l. 39.Thou doest.p.31,l. 33.AddsFinis Actus Secundi.l. 35.a Priest.p.32,l. 5.OmitsEnter Cleanthe.l. 10.strange waite.l. 24.Adds the line] Be not so spiced, 'tis good gold.l. 26.I know you.p.33,l. 30.and worke.l. 35.thy catine.p.34,l. 7.shall hide.l. 18.Adds stage direction] Enter Surgion.l. 23.ye with.l. 33.hither then.p.35,l. 8.OmitsAside.p.36,l. 2.Surgeon, Serring.l. 25.Addshow:at end of line and omits next line entirely.p.37,l. 10.How are ye.l. 12.and lament.l. 18.2nd foliomisprints] Pnl.l. 26.he ly.l. 36.I will.p.38,l. 1.if not.l. 2.Adds stage direction] A bowle ready.l. 30.A shall.l. 35.Priest.p.39,l. 2.a come.l. 21.Adds the following lines]Pr.Out beast!Chi.To new carine thy carkas, that's the truth on'tHow does thy keele? does it need nayling? a totherWhen all thy linnen's up: and a more yare?Pr.Fye, Fye SirChi.Nere stem'd the straights?Pr.How you talke?l. 26.2nd folio] me?p.40,l. 26.2nd foliomisprints] Cal.l. 28.a stands.l. 32.a weepes.p.41,l. 17.it? then can.p.43,l. 5.passions.l. 22.2nd foliomisprints] Cel.l. 34.Has.l. 35.A came.l. 36.A did.l. 37.A did.p.44,l. 37.some Poets.p.45,l. 19.Priest.l. 33.a both.p.46,l. 16.Adds: if all hitafterfriendand begins the next lineChi. Hang,etc.p.47,l. 9.AddsFinis Actus Tertii.l. 11.Servant and R. Bax, and.l. 12.A stirs a stirs.l. 26.barkes.p.48,l. 34.and whom.p.49,l. 26.his fierce.l. 29.roome then.l. 30.and old.l. 33.your rare.l. 37.her Ladies.p.50,l. 12.I must.p.51,l. 2.has.l. 7.2nd foliomisprints] Philax.p.52,l. 1.Adds as follows]Clo.Why that ye wo't of,Chi.The turne the good turne?Clo.Any turne the Roche turne;Chi.That's the right turne for that turnes up the bellie, I cannot,etc.l. 17.as brickle.l. 20.That think no.p.55,l. 7.ath'.l. 8.ath' the.l. 17.weaker.l. 29.a that.l. 38.a will.p.56,l. 26.2nd foliomisprints] ne's.l. 29.A comes.l. 35.stand up my.p.57,l. 14.rogue.l. 21.art ta?l. 23.art ta?l. 32.thou art a.l. 39.doe ye.p.58,l. 18.Lyons.l. 26.AddsFinis Actus Quarti.l. 28.Priest.l. 30.a your.p.60,l. 9.cure this.l. 10.He's man.l. 12.is now.l. 16.Oracle, Arras.p.61,l. 36.therefore, thy.p.62,l. 3.Therefore be.l. 9.I shall.l. 19.a had.l. 36.2nd folio] ha'!p.63,l. 6.A will.l. 14.makes he.l. 28.Battell.p.64,l. 2.Omitsand.l. 7.in boyes in boyes.l. 38.2nd foliomisprints] Cle.p.65,l. 17.Omitsher.p.67,l. 10.2nd folioomits] Chi. (char.).l. 10.Chickens.l. 24.weepes.l. 26.A was.l. 27.Ye have.p.69,l. 8.and like.l. 33.Cleanthe, Curtisan, Lords.p.70,l. 6.my glorious.l. 34.a sight.l. 36.ye could.Adds as next line] Roome before there.Knock.p.71,l. 8.PrintsTo the, etc.,as a separate line and as a heading.l. 9.ForEum.reads1. Cap.p.73,l. 15.lov'st her.l. 31.2nd folio] Sister!p.75,l. 13.the Saylors sing.l. 28.utters.l. 32.AddsFinis.
p.76,ll. 3-40. Not in 1st folio.p.78,l. 14. Archus.l. 15. souldier.l. 23. Archus.l. 37. now you.