SCENA IV.
EnterBartolus,andAmaranta.
Amar.
Why will ye bring men in, and yet be jealous?
Why will ye lodge a young man, a man able,
And yet repine?
Bar.
He shall not trouble thee, sweet,
A modest poor slight thing, did I not tell thee
He was only given to the Book, and for that
How Royally he paies? finds his own meat too.
Amar.
I will not have him here: I know your courses,
And what fits you will fall into of madness.
Bar.
'Faith, I will not, Wife.
Amar.
I will not try ye.
Bar.
He comes not near thee: shall not dare to tread
Within thy Lodgings: in an old out-Room
Where Logs, and Coles were laid.
Amar.
Now ye lay fire; fire to consume your quiet.
Bar.
Didst thou know him,
Thou wouldst think as I do: he disquiet thee?
Thou mayst wear him next thy heart, and yet not warm him.
His mind (poor man) 's o'th' Law, how to live after,
And not on lewdness: on my Conscience
He knows not how to look upon a Woman
More than by reading what Sex she is.
Amar.
I do not like it, Sir.
Bar.
Do'st thou not see (Fool)
What presents he sends hourly in his gratefulness?
What delicate meats?
Amar.
You had best trust him at your Table,
Do, and repent it, do.
Bar.
If thou be'st willing,
By my troth, I think he might come, he's so modest,
He never speaks: there's part of that he gave me,
He'll eat but half a dozen bits, and rise immediately,
Even as he eats, he studies: he'll not disquiet thee,
Do as thou pleasest, Wife.
Amar.
What means this Wood-cock?
[Knock within.
Bar.
Retire, Sweet, there's one knocks: come in, your business.
EnterServant.
Ser.
My Lord,Don Henrique, would entreat ye, Sir,
To come immediately, and speak with him,
He has business of some moment.
Bar.
I'le attend him,
I must be gone: I pre'thee think the best, Wife,
At my return, I'le tell thee more, good morrow;
Sir, keep ye close, and study hard: an hour hence
I'le read a new Case to ye.—
[Exit.
[Leandrowithin.]
Lean.
I'le be ready.
Amar.
So many hundred Duckets, to ly scurvily?
And learn the pelting Law? this sounds but slenderly,
But very poorly: I would see this fellow,
Very fain see him, how he looks: I will find
To what end, and what study: there's the place:
I'le go o'th' other side, and take my Fortune.
I think there is a window.
[Exit.
EnterLeandro.
Lean.
He's gone out
Now, if I could but see her: she is not this way:
How nastily he keeps his house! my Chamber,
If I continue long, will choak me up,
It is so damp: I shall be mortified
For any woma[n], if I stay a month here:
I'le in, and strike my Lute, that sound may call her.
[Exit.
LuteandSong.
1.
Dearest do not you delay me,Since thou knowest I must be gone;Wind and Tide 'tis thought doth stay me,But 'tis wind that must be blownFrom that breath, whose native smellIndian Odours far excel.
2.
Oh then speak thou fairest fair,Kill not him that vows to serve thee,But perfume this neighbouring Air;Else dull silence sure will starve me:'Tis a word that's quickly spoken,Which being restrained a heart is broken.
EnterAmaranta.
Amar.
He keeps very close: Lord, how I long to see him!
A Lute strook handsomely, a voice too; I'le hear that:
These Verses are no Law, they sound too sweetly,
Now I am more desirous.
[Leandropeeping.
Lean.
'Tis she certain.
Amar.
What's that that peeps?
Lean.
O admirable face!
Amar.
Sure 'tis the man.
Lean.
I will go out a little.
Amar.
He looks not like a fool, his face is noble:
How still he stands!
Lean.
I am strucken dumb with wonder,
Sure all the Excellence of Earth dwells here.
Amar.
How pale he looks! yet, how his eyes like torches,
Fling their beams round: how manly his face shews!
He comes on: surely he will speak: he is made most handsomly:
This is no Clerk behaviour; now I have seen ye,
I'le take my time: Husband, ye have brought home tinder.
[Exit.
Lean.
Sure she has transform'd me,
I had forgot my tongue clean,
I never saw a face yet, but this rare one,
But I was able boldly to encounter it,
And speak my mind, my lips were lockt up here.
This is divine, and only serv'd with reverence;
O most fair cover of a hand far fairer,
Thou blessed Innocence, that guards that whiteness,
Live next my heart. I am glad I have got a relick,
[A noise within]
A relick when I pray to it, may work wonders.
Hark, there's some noise: I must retire again.
This blessed Apparition makes me happy;
I'le suffer, and I'le sacrifice my substance,
But I'le enjoy: now softly to my Kennel.
[Exit.
EnterHenrique,andBartolus.
Hen.
You know my cause sufficiently?
Bar.
I do Sir.
Hen.
And though it will impair my honesty,
And strike deep at my Credit, yet, myBartolus,
There being no other evasion left to free me
From the vexation of my spightful Brother,
That most insultingly raigns over me,
I must and will go forward.
Bar.
Do, my Lord,
And look not after credit, we shall cure that,
Your bended honesty we shall set right, Sir,
We Surgeons of the Law do desperate Cures, Sir,
And you shall see how heartily I'le handle it:
Mark how I'le knock it home: be of good chear, Sir,
You give good Fees, and those beget good Causes,
The Prerogative of your Crowns will carry the matter,
(Carry it sheer) theAssistantsits to morrow,
And he's your friend, your monyed men love naturally,
And as your loves are clear, so are your Causes.
Hen.
He shall not want for that.
Bar.
No, no, he must not,
Line your Cause warmly, Sir, the times are Aguish,
That holds a Plea in heart; hang the penurious,
Their Causes (like their purses) have poor Issues.
Hen.
That way, I was ever bountiful.
Bar.
'Tis true, Sir,
That makes ye fear'd, forces the Snakes to kneel to ye,
Live full of mony, and supply the Lawyer,
And take your choice of what mans lands you please, Sir,
What pleasures, or what profits; what revenges,
They are all your own: I must have witnesses
Enough, and ready.
Hen.
You shall not want, myBartolus.
Bar.
Substantial fearless souls, that will swear suddenly,
That will swear any thing.
Hen.
They shall swear truth too.