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A PLEASANT COMEDIE, Called THE TWO MERRY MILKE-MAIDS. Or, THE BEST WORDS WEARE THE GARLAND. As it was Acted before the King, with generall Approbation, by the Companie of the Reuels. By I. C.

LONDON, Printed by Bernard Alsop for Lawrence Chapman, and are to be sold at his shop in Holborne ouer against 〈…〉 ple Inne hard by the Barres. 1620.

The Names of the Persons. IOHN EARNEST, Duke of Saxonie. Lord RAYMOND, A Politician. LODWICKE, Father to Dorigen. GVIDO, Father to Bernard. BERNARD, Sonne to Guido, and Student at Wittemberg. FREDERICK, Sonne to Lodwicke, and Brother to Dorigene. DORILVS, Brother to Iulia. LANDOFFE, Tutor to Bernard. CALLOWE, A foolish Lord. RANOFF, A Knight, and Traueller. FERDINAND, CORNELIO, CAROLVS, Courtiers, and Seruants to Lord Raymond. IVDGES. SMIRKE, the Clowne. HOST. DORIGENE, the Duchesse. IVLIA, a Lady familiar with the Duchesse.
THE PRINTER TO THE READER.

EVery Writer must gouerne his Penne according to the Capacitie of the Stage he writes too, both in the Actor and the Auditor. This had the happinesse to please, as it was means, the greater part, and of them not the worst. If there be discouerie made of the Coniuring Words, you'le find the Witchcraft: no true Spirit will be stir'd with 'hem; haply, a malicious. It was made more for the Eye, then the Eare; lesse for the Hand, then eyther: and had not false Copies trauail'd abroad (euen to su •… bating) this had kept in; for so farre the Author was from seeking fame in the publishing, that hee could haue wisht it bound about with the King. Some good words here you shall finde fo •… your Money, else it keepes not touch with the Title. Receiue it well, and though in this he giue you no ill, yet hereafter he hath promis'd you better Language.

THE PROLOGVE. THis Day we entreat All that are hither come, To expect no noyse of Guns, Trumpets, nor Drum, Nor Sword and Targuet; but to heare Sence and Words, Fitting the Matter that the Scene affords. So that the Stage being reform'd, and free From the lowd Clamors it was wont to bee, Turmoyl'd with Battailes; you I hope will cease Your dayly Tumults, and with vs wish Peace. We stand a hazard now: yet being prepar'd, We hope, for your owne good, you in the Yard Will lend your Eares, attentiuely to heare Things that shall flow so smoothly to your eare; That you returning home, t'your Friends shall say, How ere you vnderstand't, 'Tis a fine Play: For we haue in't a Coniurer, a Deuill, And a Clowne too; but I feare the euill, In which perhaps vn wisely we may faile, Of wanting Squibs and Crackers at their taile. But howsoeuer, Gentlemen I sweare, You shall haue Good Words for your Money here; Stuffe that will last, we hope, and dy'd in graine: And as yee lik't, pray know the House againe.
A PLEASANT COMEDIE OF THE MERRIE MILK-MAIDS.
ACTVS PRIMVS.
Scena Prima. Enter Bernard in his Studie, Candle and Bookes about him. INchantments plucke out of the Skie The Moone, though she be plac't on hie. Dame Circes, with her Charmes so fine. Vlysses Mates did turne to Swine: The Snakes with Charme is burst in twaine, In Medowes where shee doth remaine. And here againe, Shee plucks each Starre out of his seat, And turneth backe the raging Waues; With Charmes she makes the Earth to sweat, And rayseth Soules out of their Graues: She burnes mens bones as with a fire, And pulleth downe the Lights of Heauen, And makes it snow at her desire, Euen in the midst of Summer season; And what is it cannot be done By art of the Magician? 'Tis true, things most incredible are to be done, And I beleeue thee gentle Booke in it. Neuer before my warie Tutor did Leaue this doore open, which he well might call His priuate Studie; for here Secrets lye Were worth mans labour to arriue to 'hem: Here are the Names, Shapes, Powers, and Gouernment Of euery seuerall Spirit, their Degrees, Their great Effects, particular Seigniories; And 'mongst them I haue found one, if I had But skill to rayse him for my purposes, And here's the forme of it set downe at large: But stay, what's this? Amaymon King of the East, Gorson King of the South, Zimimar King of the North, Goap King and Prince of the West, may be bound from the third houre till Noone, Dukes may be bound from the first houre till Noone. Pish, this is nought to me. Asmody; a great King, strong and mightie, he is seene with three heads; whereof the first is like a Bull, the second a Man, the third a Ram: he hath a Serpents tayle, he belcheth Flames out of his Mouth, he sitteth on an Infernall Dragon, he carryeth a Lance and a Flag in his hand, he goeth before others which are vnder the power of Amaymon, he giueth the Ring of Vertues, he teacheth Geometry, Arithmetick, Astronomie; to all demaunds he answereth fully and truely: he maketh a man inuisible. I, this. He sheweth the places where Treasure lye. I donnot care for Treasure. He maketh a man inuisible. This, this is it: Great Asmody, thou art the Spirit whom I would conuerse with, And I will fetch thee, if this Charme will doe it.—

Now I haue layd my Circle, feare assaults me: So sayes my graue Instructor all men doe when they begin this Businesse; but bids me here be resolute, and dread not: for bound in this Circle, and by these words constrain'd, they cannot hurt me.

I doe coniure thee by these potent Names: Panthon, Adonay, Algramay, Planaboth, Muriton, Bisecognaton, Siston, Diaton, Maton, Tetragrammaton, Agla, Agarion, Tegra, Pentessaron, Tendicata, Sorthie, Sorthia, Sorthios, Milia, Achilia, Sibylia, You the three Faierie sisters of the Ring come and appeare to me, or send your faithfull seruant Asmody, or I will call the fiue Kings of the North. Enter Landoffe his Tutor like a Spirit.
Land.

For what thou daring Mortall? what wut thou doe with Asmody, now thou hast brought him hither?

Ber.

I doe commaund thee that thou helpe me to the inuisible Ring.

Lan. Ho, ho, ho, Thou foolish Thing without Art, and lesse Wit, Do'st thinke it doth require no more but so? It is thy Masters Master-piece to doe it, And thou do'st call for nothing but thy Ruine. Thou art now in my power, and I can teare thee As small as Atomies, and throw thee off Like dust before a wind: yet for I know thou art Pupill vnto my Master, and his Minion, And mayst hereafter with a word release me, Here vncoustrayn'd, I vow my selfe thy seruant, And will (acquaint me with thy purposes) Effect them to the vtmost of my power. Ber.

Do'st thou not this in subtiltie, to draw me out of my Circle, and then ruine me?

Lan.

I dare as well runne on the sierie Sword that wounds Malantha, Thama, or Sitrami.

Ber. I doe beleeue thee: Then be gone; yet stay, a word more:

Thinks thou my Tutor; if I should conceale this Act of mine from him, that he would know it?

Lan.

I thinke not: for hee hath giuen mee libertie these fiue dayes.

Ber. Thanks Asmody: now leaue me. Lan. I am gone. Ber.

I will get leaue of him to returne back vnto my Fathers house, where I will liue, if Asmody can doe it, inuisible.

Not farre off is a Damsell whom I loue, But neuer yet durst tell her, nor did know it So feelingly, as now I am remou'd. Tis almost day I wisht, though not for feare, For loue ha's made me a bold Coniurer. Exit.
Lan. And thou wert bold indeed: but youth is des- Respects not dangers, howsoe'r they looke. (perat; I came my selfe vnto this Art with trembling, And when I first had rays'd a Spirit vp, My flesh me thought ran like my bloud about me, And I sat bathed in a cold faint swear. But he was farre from raysing any Spirit: He ran'hem so disorder'd, that no Deuill, Though he had heard him, wud haue knowne his name. But it was my deuice, seeing him grow To extreme Melancholy and Discontent, To let him view these scatt'red papers thus, That I might sound his griefe, knowing how apt And couetous youth is of euery knowledge, If he might learne it with a little babbling: But this is not an Art so to be gain'd. Ile follow him, attending still vpon him, As if I were the Spirit he guesses me: And if there shall be cause, Ile play my part So well, that men shall prayse the Magick Art.
Scena secunda. Enter Dorigene and Dorilus. Dor.

Good Seignior no more irruptions, I tell you what you shall trust to: I am not like a Mill, to be turn'd with wind and water; not all your sighes and teares can alter me, keepe 'hem for Custard-eating Dames i'th' Citie, there they may prosper.

Thou art a handsome fellow, I confesse it, Hast good parts too, I know it; Liuing sufficient To keepe house i'th' Countrey, and inuisie Euery good Tyme thy Neighbors, and at Christmas' Distribute amongst the poore six pence apeece, And a browne Loafe: Good Countrey vertues these, And may perhaps serue for a Doctors daughter, Though shee haue read Orlando Furioso. But for me, that haue lookt higher into Poetrie, And for a need can couple of my selfe, Haue talkt with Montaigne and with Machiuel, And can make vse of them; note him in this Place shallow, here profound: and be th'only Starre Whereto all Wits aduance their Iacobs Staffe, And the Supreme cry me out Excellent. What wud three hundred pound a yeere doe here? Twill keepe a blew Coat and a side Saddle, But not maintaine my Coach-Horses in Prouander.
Doril. Most excellent of Women, that you are worthy All that your hopes can lodge in you, I graunt: But Fortune and the Graces were at ods When you were gotten, else you had bin made As great as Dignitie can make a Woman. But yet you know (I pray forgiue my plainenesse) That in Estate you donnot equall me, If that were it I lookt at. Dor. Tis true: I thinke my Portion is some seuen score pound, And hardly that byrlady: what 'tis I know not, It lyes aboue in the Garret in old rusty Armour. But what's that to th'purpose: ther's a Spirit (Good or bad, I know not) whispers vnto me; Be an Empresse Wench, a Queene, or Duchesse, Countesse, or Marquesse at least, for those are trifles.

Now Ile tell thee Dorilus, because thou art a handsome Fellow, as I told thee before; when I am any one of these, thou shalt enioy me, in plaine termes, lye with me, and make a Cuckold: for my Ambition is to aduance Greatnesse. Looke, here's thy Sister.

Enter Iulia.
Iul. Come in a time I doubt to make you blush. Why what mad conference are you two in? Dor. For my Ambition is to aduance Greatnesse. Iul. As how? Dor.

Why as a Woman may doe; the manner is not to be showne now. I am glad thou art come to take off thy Brother.

Iul. Take him off, why he is not so fierce, me thinkes: What, doe you weepe Brother? Dor. Like a Watring-Pot; he wud make an excellent Fountaine in the midst of a Garden. Iul.

A moist Milke-sop Louer, hang him, on whom Loue has no more operation then an Oynion: Why, did not I tell you this was the wrong way, & taught you the right; Lectur'd vnto you according to my owne heart, and my heart is made of the same stuffe that other Womens are: for shame leaue, it is both an ill sight and an ill signe to see a man drop at the Nose.

Doril. Why you mistake me, if you thinke I weepe. Iul. No; what vse then of your hand-kercher? Doril. Somthing has toucht my eye, that do's offend it. Iul. Some Feather like a Woman. Doril.

Not so good Shuttle-cocke, your pointed wit stabbes desperately at all times. Looke you, 'tis thus: If you can loue me, faire one, so; if not—

Iul. So. Doril. Yes. Iul.

So, so: For he did but so, so, For he did but so, so, and so let her goe.

Dor.

Ha, ha, ha, Thou art a mad Wench, and hast mercy vpon no man, far worse then I.

Exit Dorilus.
Iul.

Not worse; much about one, as the Collier to the Deuill: but what shall we doe, shall we not see the Duke?

Dor.

Yes faith, and thou say'st the word, and laugh him out of his Dominions: for to laugh him and all his traine out of countenance, is nothing; I haue a great mind to icere the Courtiers.

Iul. Prythe let's, there requires not much wit about it. Dor. Is't done? Iul. If my consent will do't, 'tis. Dor.

Why then 'tis done, and dun's the Mouse, and vndone all the Courtiers: my Father's gone before to meet him.

Iul. Yes, I saw him very spruce. Dor.

Through out Ground he must come, the houre iust at milking time.

Iul. Y faith 'twere good—ha, ha. Dor. Why do'st thou laugh? Iul. Why Ile tell thee sirrah. Dor.

No sirrah, you shannot tell me, I wonnot lose the glory of the inuention, for I know you haue found it.

Iul. To goe like Milke-maids. Dor. I knew it must out, or thy tongue had burnt else, To go like Milk maids, And like Milk-maids will we go, To make sport with the Courtiers, and triumph. Enter Frederick. Fre. The Maids they went a milking All in a mystie morning, Downe went their milking Pales, Vp went their Terrie diddle Dales, And all was but a milking, And all was but a milking. Y faith Wenches, are you for imployment? Dor.

I wud my Father had bound thee Prentice seuen yeeres agoe to a Scriuener, by this time thou hadst lost thy Eares: What make you eues-dropping here? I thought this had not bin a sober time of day with you.

Fre. Faith want of money Sister is guilty of the sinne.

Come, supply, supply, or out goes all, Ile spoyle your milking businesse.

Iul.

By this light if thou do'st, thou shalt starue for want of Butter.

Fre. Come, the Purse gingles, I heare it, For Musicke with his Siluer Knell Rings vs all in at the blew Bell. Dor. I must giue him some. Iul. Giue him all to be rid of him. Dor.

What, you donnot meane to goe see the Duke, Brother?

Fre.

Not I yfaith Sister, I haue a Ducke of mine owne, that I must visit—T'other shilling—

Dor. I haue no more, beleeue it. Fre.

Pish, I cannot endure this platring and patching betweene Sister and Brother——So, now goe your wayes and milke, but take heed of churning; our Dayrie maid got the tooth-ach with—

Dor. Your mouth's stopt, ist not? Fre. Vmh. Dor.

Why so then, pray God the Wenches haue cleane Wastcoats.

Iul. You are resolu'd then. Dor. Resolu'd! Thou art a Foole Iulia, thou shalt see I will doe things beyond credulitie. Exeunt. Fre.

This money shud ha' bought Tiffenie and Cobweb Lawne, And what a sinne had •… hat bin, to nurse Pride, when it may purchase necessarie Claret?

My Father allowes me too little, I find that: And it were not for this good natur'd Pagan, my Sister, I knew not what to doe, vnlesse I shud run my head into a commoditie of Hempe, and that I must take vp at the Gallowes too, or else they wonnot trust me: yet I might haue a Bargaine of Crock-Butter, if I could get an Heire to be bound for't, your Countrey Gentlemen haue no maw too't; but your Cockney were the only man, for he wud take it vp, and 'twere but to make Tosts of.

Exit.
Scena tertia. Enter Lord Raymond, Lodwick, Bernards Father, Smirke the Clowne, with Attendants. Ray. Gentlemen all I thanke you, your good wills To me (as well as to the Duke your loyaltie) Is showne in this your Readinesse and Loue. He cannot be farre off: Pray let your men Keepe off the Countrey People, that doe swarme As thicke as doe the Citie multitude At sight of any rare Solemnitie. Smirke.

Keepe back there, keepe back, or Ile make your Leather Pelches cry twango else: for some of them I am sure I made 'hem smoake so, that I fear'd I had set 'hem a fire. Foh, some of them haue drunk sowre Butter milke this morning, mingled with Garlicke, which crudden together, makes but a ranke smell: and then they haue their Christmas Shooes on, their old dancing Pumpes, vp to the middle Calfe, keeps 'hem so warme, that here'le be a Perfume for the Dukes owne nosthrills.

Enter Ferdinand and Ranoff.
Ferd. Seignior Ranoff, you are well arriu'd. Ran. And you sweet Seignior—'Tis very precious hot, I protest I haue bin cooler vnder the Line. Fer. A Halter you haue. Ran. I wud we might command some Drinke here. Fer.

Nay, and we could intreat it, we were happy: for the Seruingmen that were wont to be all Mouthes, are now all Eyes, they haue no other member vsefull about them.

Ran.

This Lord has a most dulcid situation, pleasant, and profitable, I haue seldome seene in Venice a sweeter.

Fer.

Did you not see Sir a swarme of Bees as you past by?

Ran. I cannot tell indeed, I did not marke 'hem. Fer.

Me thought they lookt Sir like your people of Hybla.

Ran.

I cannot tell, I neuer had much conuersation with your people of Hybla, my noble Lord.

Enter Lord Callowe.
Fer.

Here's another, a Bird of the same, but a more tame one, something more quiet. Now to heare this Iay chatter, and this Owlet hold his peace, but answer him with motion, may serue for a Morrisdance.

Ran.

Your Lordships Iennet in my conceit is a most vnderstanding Beast.

Call. Hum. Ran.

I saw the Adlantatho of Domingo mounted vpon such another, not much different, nay surely nothing at all; and I donnot thinke but they were twinnes, onely I thinke your Lordships the better.

Call. Hum. Ran. Your Lordship keepes the Saddle admirable, Call. Hum. Ran.

I wud your Lordship had bin with me at Iapon, I speake it for Horses sake, and H •… semanship together; I protest they are the best Ryders, if I said the Rankest, I did not lye: for beleeue it, I hold your Ranke Ryder a good Ryder, take him alwayes, and at all times: As your Frenchman, in Christendome I donnot know a ranker Ryder, vnlesse it be some part North, there they are Scourers. Your Lordship has a most neat Ruffe, and becomes you most elegantly.

Cal. Hum. Enter Cornelius, with Dorigene and Iulia, like Milke-maids. Fer.

Is not this a fine Dialogue? How now? Who come these to milke? my Lord and's Compeere?

Cor.

No, beleeue it Sir, they are taken vp for the Dukes owne tooth.

Fer.

Ide as liue thou hadst told me a Tale: yet beshrew me they are a couple of handsome Calues with white Faces; but the degrees of this how com'st about?

Cor.

Why the Duke passing by, cast his eye vpon them, and with it, I beleeue, his fancie: for vpon some consideration, he sent backe, to giue commaund, they should be brought hither to my Lords House.

Fer. 'Tis not amisse, he does well to begin holesome. Ran. Will your Lordship conduct? Cor. I, this will be good, stand aside, & giue 'he •… law. Ran. Faire gentle Milke maid. Dor. Sweet courteous Squire. Ran.

Good; a Wench of Language: by this hand I loue thee.

Dor. Loue me Sir, why you haue scarce lookt on me. Ran. That's all one, I protest I loue thee, Dor. I am sorry for't. Ran.

How whi •… one? sorry for't? sorry-that I, whom Ladies languish for, repine, and die?

Dor.

Surely Sir, those Ladies are not sound, that die of such a scuruie disease.

Ran. You now betray your rudenesse; I am angry. Dor. You show your selfe an Asse, and I not care for't. Ran.

Vdfoot, and my Dagger had not bin rustie, that I might haue drawne it with credit, I'd a stucke it in the middle of your Milk Pale, foolish, scuruy, course-kersie, durty-tayl'd, dangling dug Cow: A Gentleman Courtier and Traueller, whose feet ha's measur'd the Alpes, and be disgrac'd in a piece of vnplow'd Pasture.

I haue lighted vpon one of the Egyptian Idols, taught Callowe stroking vp his haire, complements with Faces and Legges. with some Engine to put off his Hat, and screw his Face a little: I cannot speake to it like a man, yet I will talke to it as if it were one. How came you hither Sir, pray did you ride, or were you drawne in a Cart?

Cal. Hum Ran.

Nay, beleeue it my Lord, they are a brace of the rudest Baubees that euer drew or suckt the Milke of Innocence.

Iul. Why, but he is not a Lord, I hope, Sir? Ran.

Foolish Wench I tell thee he is a Lord, and I am little lesse my selfe, if I were in place where: what do'st thou know, but I may be the Duke?

Dor. Marry God forbid, Sir. Ran.

Why, it had bin all one to thee, thou hadst cal'd me Asse.

Dor.

Asse vnawares may prooue a wise man, better considered of.

Ran. Ah, she begins to ballance me. Dor. I doe indeed Sir. Ran. And how doe you find me now? Dor. Full weight Sir. Ran. O, in good time, wee shall agree anone.— The Duke— Enter Duke, with Raymond and the Traine. Duke. Through the generall loue our subiects beare to We find my Lord your loyaltie to vs: (you, Which rellisheth more sweeter to our eares, In their Applauses told, then by your owne. And Gentlemen I thanke you euery one; You haue tooke much paines t'see a growing Prince, Not season'd yet with Time to your desires: But crown'd with your loues in the Diademe, I steadily shall hold the Scepter out, While lustice shall stand by me, and direct it. I hope you will not looke that I shall raigne In my first yeere, as your last Duke my Father In his last: but giue my Youth some libertie To play the wanton Prince, though not the wild one. I haue I know possest all you that know it, With that Conceit, when I gaue command, Vpon the first sight of a payre of Lasses, That haue Lookes like the place where they were bred, Chearefull and innocent to be brought to me, That I may see their pleasing eyes againe; For me thought on the sudden they were faire ones. Ray.

I wonnot crosse your Grace, but if my counsell—

Duke. I prythee keepe it, I haue no need of it, Donnot confine me, though I be your guest: I know it may breed laughter, perhaps sorrow Vnto some graue ones, but I shall deceiue 'hem; I will see 'hem, and haue parley with 'hem: There's no hurt mea •… if you meane not any, Nor shal this wrong your House; therfore produce thē. Ray. They are here my Lord. Fer. Vdfoot, what will the young Duke doe trow? Shall we haue it set downe in our Chronicles, Inprimis, a brace of Milkemaids? very good. Where are our Ladies now? they are to seeke, And must begin againe to learne short Curt'sies, And dance after the Countrey Horne-pipe Short Curtsies. Duke. Can there be any losse of Royaltie, To bid these welcome? If here be any Rudenesse, Let me be taskt with it, that like such Rudenesse? If Bloud or Beautie euer made a Lady, Why are not these so? I professe that man A Traytor, does not thinke it: yet they are still Themselues, and so am I. Are you not Sisters? Short Curtsies. Dor. In Qualitie, and't shall please you; Yet there may be a doubt the tother way, For our Fathers were next Neighbors. Fer.

That's a plaguie Wench; she has not milk'd so many Kine for nothing, she knowes the danger of the Horne.

Iul.

I beseech your Maiestie let vs depart, these fine men flowt vs.

Cor.

Well said Innocence, thou art at home, and play'st within doores, the to ther is more open.

Dor.

We meane no harme, and't please you: if my Lord will spare vs a little of his sowre Beere, weele make you a daintie Sillibub; that's our Qualitie.

Iul. Vdfoot, we shalbe whipt anon for this Abuse. Dor.

I warrant thee Wench, hold vp, Ile take too lashes for thy one.

Iul. Indeed you are better able 〈◊〉 beare it. Fer.

What's the Dukes purpose tro? how he does eye 'hem. They'd be good marchandise for some of vs, now we are farre from our Mistresses.

Cor. And may be so when he has done with 'hem, That's my comfort. Duke. What was your Father? Dor. A Swineheard if it please you. Duke. What yours? Iul. A Ditcher and't shall like you. Cor. Shee's the better descended of the two. VVhat'le all this come to? Duke. If thou hadst bin my Sister, And thou Daughter vnto some bordering Prince, As Florence, Padua, Verona, or some farther place. VVhat Prince wud not haue sought and su'd to you? But goe and make the Habitation VVhere you were borne, and dwell, a Paradice, And let all Courts be wild and desolate. Dor. Excellent: my fortune's come about, And I will venter, though my life lye on't. Iul. My life lyes on it too. Dor. Hold thy tongue, thou art a sharer, As I giue thee example, follow. Pardon, pardon, Great Prince, If we haue through our Ignorance, Or Folly, giue it what name you please, VVrong'd this faire Presence, wrong'd you the Light. That came but as the Egyptians, to adore The rising Sunne, and to fall downe before it. Cor. VVhat whirle's this? Dor. VVe are poore Gentlewomen of this Country. Neighbors vnto this place, that tooke vpon vs This Habit, to be freer and more bold. And yet more har •… lesse, fearing to be prest VVith the Court Complement, that playes so thick In a young Damsels eares, it often beares And batters downe poore Virgins Chastitie. We did presume vpon our strength, t'withstand The Pages, Footmen, and the Scullerie: But when a Lord should take vs vnto taske, Or others of your braue embroydred Traine, Alas we had bin like the silly Fowle Vnder the towring Hawke, layd flat before 'hem, Vpon the very shaking of their Feathers. Fer.

A good Wench yfaith, she flowts them to their faces.

Cor.

But what is this intended for trow; a Pastorall, or a Comedie?

Fer. A Comedie sure, ther's so much Wit in't. Tis your daughter— Lod. Yes: but pray be silent, let's see the effect, I dare not owne her yet. Duke. I let yee kneele thus long, to heare againe That most harmonious voice, And ere thou risest, Aske something of me, fit for thee to craue, And me to giue, And thou art Mistresse of it. Dor. I shall my gracious Lord, I craue your pardon. Duke. Pish, that is needlesse, for thou'st not offended; Or if thou hadst, it were a poore one, that, For I doe giu't to Theeues and Murtherers: Aske me a Gift, that Time may talke of it, Being my first Bountie, which I wud conferre Brauely and worthily, and thou art borne for't. Hadst thou Birth equall vnto Wit and Beautie, Thou wert a Wife for any Prince in Europe, And I my selfe wud take thee to my Bed: But rise, and thinke, consider what thou ask'st; Yet thou art wise enough, I need not teach thee. Enter a Messenger. Ray. How now—Your haste? Mess. Where is my Lord the Duke? Duke. Your businesse? Mess. The good old Earle of—is deceased, And the Earledome now confer'd vnto your Crowne. Duke. 'Tis some Addition; but wud he still had liu'd To haue kept it still, he was so true a friend.— Hast thou Thought yet? He speakes to Dorig. Dor. Yes my Lord, I thanke this Messenger. There is an Earledome now falne to your Crowne. Duke. There is. Dor. Then that it is I craue, for him I owe All duty, all respect, and life vnto. Duke. What's he? Dor. One not farre off; my Father. Duke. Is he thy Father? Pointing to Lod. Lod. Yes my dread Soueraign; I beseech your pardon, The Wench I thinke is frantike. Lod. kneeles. Duke. Hadst not thou bin her Father, thou hadst bin so, To haue vtter'd such a thought. Rise vp Earle of— Thou hast thy Princes word for't. Ray. Haue I broke my braines, As these white haires Doe witnesse, for the safetie of you, And of your Father before you, and the State, To haue a priuate Gentleman, my Neighbor, Meerely for getting of a handsome VVench, Rais'd aboue me—it will not be digested, For I will breake the necke of these new Fortunes, Or they shall mine, and crush me, into nothing. Duke. Not any one beside my selfe beholds The Beautie of this Face, where two Sunnes moue, Kindling new Fires to the God of Loue. The Title of a Queene much better wud Become thee, then a Beggar. Why didst not aske To be what Nature did intend thee for, And I wud consummate, had not Fortune set thee So many steps below me in thy Birth? Dor. If I might not offend my gracious Prince, I wud make bold to speake. Duke. I did and doe entreat thee. Dor. And speake freely? Duke. With all libertie. Dor. I may I hope, without your Courtiers scorne, Pronounce my selfe a Lady; and before This Honor was confer'd vpon me by you, There did run generous bloud within these veines, And if not noble: but say there did not, And I had bin borne the last of the last Ranke of basest people; yet you haue made me (Such is the power of Princes) truly noble: I am the daughter of an Earle, which is a Prince, And by that Title challenge Alliance With euery other Prince of higher bloud. And if the Emperor himselfe were here, He now wud owne me for his Kinswoman, For I stand in the Line of Royaltie: And who denyes it, knowes not Heraldrie. Ray. Here's a Wench knowes how to blaze a Coat. Dor. Therefore my Lord, my Bloud can be no let, (If I faile not in other parts) to make A Duchesse, or a Queene, and may become (If you be pleas'd to make me so) your Wife, Ambitious of your Loue, not of the Title. Duke. Famine and Warres plague my Dominions, And strike at my owne Person, but I loue thee, Infinitely loue thee, loue thee beyond the Word, Beyond all Action that expresseth it. To call thee Faire, Sweet, Louing, and my Wife, Are but poore Attributes: Thou art my Soule, The better Part, that gouernes my best Thoughts, And bids me thinke on Heauen, and view thee. Thy Freenesse and thy Wit, for such as doe Respect a Dower, are sufficient. What are Townes, Countries, that may be destroy'd By Sword or Fire, comparable to thee, That bear'st about thee in one Limbe the Beautie Of twentie thousand Cities, and their Wealth? Thou art all the World to me, for I can liue And sit downe by thee with content of mind, Without Ambition how to conquer fatther, And thinke I haue enough; And so shall All, All of you here, that will be counted Subiects, And wish the quiet of your Soueraigne: For him that does not, let him leaue me now, And I will curse him backe againe a Traytor; And she herselfe shall curse him, and so damne him. Fer. Nay, And't be come to that passe, I am silent. Cor.

'Tis best so, when the Tongue may forfeit the Head: I haue a con'd Speech alreadie; Long liue the Duchesse.

Ran.

I am glad my Lord was meale-mouth'd when she was a Milke-maid, I am sure he gaue her no ill language.

Duke. What Princes of the East, or of the World, When they shall see thy Picture, and me by thee, Circkling thee thus, and thy Armes so with mine, The Duke embraceth Dorigene. To shew consent in our Affections, But will consider with himselfe, how poore (Although he haue the Indies in his reach) He is to me, and sigh himselfe to death? Father be merry, And my Lord be you so; For now your House is happy, and shall looke More glorious then our Pallaces: Although You left the Walls as naked as your Roofe, Let euery Roome be deckt with Countenances Chearefull, as at the houre I was borne, When as I heard my Father was here with you, And had the glad newes brought him. Wast not so? Ray. Yes, my good Lord. Duke. Why so then: Musicke, and some Wine, That I may drinke a Health to her I loue, Deepe as my Affections. A flourish of Cornets. Cor. You shall see he will be drunke with Wine As well as with Loue. Duke. First you shall pledge me, then it shall go round, Vnlesse it stop at any discontent, VVhom out of all this number I would note. Ran.

And't be good VVine, it shall ne're sticke at me, what ere the Health be.

Fer.

No, Seignior; I thought you had had a Small-Beere stomacke.

Ran. Neuer but i'th' Morning. Dor. My Lord—Drinkes to Raymond. Iul.

The Courtiers begin to melt, and my mightie Madame knowes how to command: I wonder what I shalbe? The Dice went equally once in my owne opinion for Duchesse; but Duchesse Mate, that's my comfort.

Duk. What eye now looks on thee, that not contemnes The Colours of the Lilly and the Rose, VVhich come as short of Beautie as of Sweetnesse? Lend me thy hand my Ioy, for I will yet But borrow it, till with thy heart I take it At the Temple, and make it mine for euer; That Fame may through the world my mind discouer, Lesse happy being a Duke, then being a Louer. Exeunt.
Scena quarta. Enter Bernard disguised like a Doctor, Landoff his Tutor like a Seruingman. Ber.

Come Asmody, thou seest I am rul'd by thee, I take thy aduice; and how do'st thou like me in this Doctors Habit?

Land.

Why very well Sir, and handsome, you looke as if you had trauell'd for your Degree: but 'tis the better, for no experience is gotten without trauaile.

Ber.

But what shall I doe, when they bring me their brittle Pispots? I cannot cast 'hem.

Land. No: then g •… e them me, I can. Ber. VVhy, art thou skilfull in Physicke? Land. Enough to cast away an Vrinall, or two. Ber. Cast it away; I marry Asmody, so can I. Land.

Why and that's sufficient. If it be troubled water, let 'hem carry it home againe to make Lye with, 'twill saue Sope: But you must know Sir you must be reseru'd, and not a publike Professor, like your Tutor.

Ber. As little as thou wilt, Asmody. Land.

If it please you Sir, you may take away the first part of my Name, it does not sound so well in a Seruingman, because hee is alwayes at the heeles of his Master.

Ber.

VVhat, thou wudst haue As taken away, and be call'd Modie?

Land.

For your good Sir I wish it, and for breuity sake: besides Sir, you hannot one Scholler amongst twentie, but knowes what Asmody is.

Ber.

Thou say'st well: then henceforward Moody, let As goe to the Spirit.

Land. I Sir, for I am now you know your Familiar. Ber. And a wittie one, me thinkes. Land.

I must be so for I shud haue a sad Master of you else. And looke you Sir, because you shannot proue me a Lyar, here is your sweet-hearts Brother (in time of yore your Chamber-fellow) in a worser pickle then you, for he is in loue Auriumtenus, you are but vp to the middle.

Enter Frederick and Dorilus.
Fre.

Why, I tell thee my Sister is such a Wild Cat, there is not her fellow againe in all Germany, and yet thy Sister followes well after; they are a Couple, and so is the Deuill and the Hangman, and as good Companie: they'le flowt any man vnder the Cope; they wud laugh at me, but that they know I care not for't, and put 'hem out with an excellent Tricke that I haue, call'd borrowing of Money. Come, beare vp man, and drinke, looke you, here's mine Host come to bid vs welcome.

Enter Host.

How now mine Host, what time of day is't with you, ha?

Host.

Full Tide Gentlemen, full Tide. But you are welcome; I am your Seruant, your Slaue, your Cat, or your Dogge, or any thing in Rerum natura.

Fre. Hah mine Host, ist come to that Point?

Goe thy wayes, goe sleepe, and send thy Dromedaries in with VVine, and Glasses cleare as Crystall.

Host. As cleare as Claridiana, my braue Bullyes. Fre. VVhat in Historie, mine Host? Host.

And in Poetry too, when I am pleas'd to couple—Some VVine you Knaues, some VVine.

Fre. Your legges couple ill-fauouredly, mine Host. Host. My legges were not brought vp to it. Enter Bernard. Ber. By your leaue mine Host. Host.

VVelcome of this side too my man of Knowledge, I am thy Slaue, thy Seruant, Dog, or Cat, or any thing in Rerum natura.

Ber. By your leaue Gentlemen. Fre. You are welcome Sir. Ber. I am a Stranger here, and vnderstand You are Gentlemen of this Countrey, well descended, And I doe want such good Acquaintances, Therefore make bold to presse into your Company. Fre. An Italian Sir, I take it. Ber. Yes Sir, and a small practiser in Physicke. Fre. O Sir, let not your modestie wrong you, I wud you had a Pill to purge Melancholy, Here's a Gentleman much offended with't; Giue him a Glasse of Claret, you are a Stranger, And he will not refuse you. Ber. That I will Sir.—Fellow, some VVine.— Sir— Doril. I cry you mercy. Ber. I drinke this to your Health, & I haue brought it. Doril. How Sir? Fre.

Let him drinke off his Wine, and hee'le tell you more.

Doril. You spoke something like comfort, Sir. Ber. I did, and will perseuer. Doril. You are a welcome man, pray shew how. Fre. Drinke off your Wine, and heele shew you how. Doril. Prythy away. Ber. Pray Sir pledge me. Doril. I will pledge you. Fre. Did you not drinke two, Sir? Host.

Yes marry did he, if I haue two eyes, he drunke two.

Fre.

Prythy mine Host stand aside, thou hast ne're an eye.

Host.

How, ne're an eye? that goes hard, if I haue drunke out two eyes in three houres.

Doril. Now Sir will you speake? Ber.

Yes Sir, and tell you what I know, although a stranger, and till this houre neuer saw your face.

Land.

O Villaine, they were Bedfellowes together for a Twelue-month.

Ber.

You are in loue with faire Dorigene, Sister vnto this Gentleman.

Doril. You amaze me. Ber. 'Tis true, Sir. Doril. Yes very true I find it: but for the cure of this? Fre.

Why 'tis ordinary, get her good will, and lye with her. How thinke Sir, is not that the Cure?

Ber. A better cannot be applyed, Ile assure you. Doril. Wud thou wert gone. Fre.

How doe you meane, in drinke? giue me some Wine, I had forgot my selfe. Mine Host, I wud drinke to thee, but thou art not able to pledge me: Therefore here's to thee honest Blew-coat.

Land. I thanke you Sir. Enter Smirke with Baggs. Smirke. By your leaue Gentlemen. Fred.

What Smirke? welcome, what wind droue thee hither?

Smirke.

The best in the foure Quarters: Looke you, here's Cash, Gold and Siluer, you must pay your Debts, purchase new Clothes, and come to Court instantly. Your Father is made an Earle, your Sister a Duchesse, and you are a Count, or I know not what; and I am an Esquire: my Boy is a Gentleman, when I haue him, as I am laying about for one.

Fre.

The fellow ha's broken open some Goldsmiths house, and will be hang'd: Do'st thou know what thou do'st?

Smi.

My Lord, as I' am a Gentleman and an Esquire, I doe renerence the very inuention of your Honours next Sute: Ile helpe you to a Draper shall giue you all your Men-Liueries, to make it of Cloth; my Haberdasher ha's a new Blocke, and will find me and all my Generation in Beuers as long as we last, for the first hansell.

Fre. The fellow is mad. Smi.

Mad, or mad not, 'tis all one, I speake truth; your Father's an Earle, your Sister's a Duchesse, you are a Count, or I know not what, I am an Esquire, and my Boy is a Gentleman, when I haue him.

Doril. What does this fellow talke? Smir.

This fellow talkes as he thinkes, and thinkes as he talkes, and talkes what he knowes. I wonnot repeat it ouer againe, for the disparagement of my Wit: but what I say, I will maintaine, what I maintaine, I will say; and the very Bells themselues shall ring it out Probatum.

Drawer.

'Tis true indeed my Lord, your Sister's made Duchesse of—and shalbe married vnto the Duke. The Newes doth come to Towne with euery Man, and no man disagrees, but constantly affirmes it for a Truth.

Doril. O that it were so; by my Fathers Soule I wud be free as that is, and as happie, For I wud laugh this Woman from my heart, And she shud be no more to me, then her I know not, I wud be so much Man, and something more: For I wud wish to enioy her as a Man, Lose her in mind, and find her in my bloud, And I doe feele such turnings in my thoughts. Fre.

Why now you are your selfe: Yet I'de aduise you to goe to Court, and see her.

Doril. See her, I and speak to her, and call her Woman, There were no Treason in't, were it? Fre. Not any. Doril.

Good; then let vs goe: for what Ile doe till I come there, I know not, or if I did, I wud not vtter it.

Ber.

Why Asmody, will you be found an ignorant Spirit? how hap I knew not this?

Land. You imploy'd not me to enquire of it. Fre. Gentlemen, as I vnderstand my selfe, I am a Lord, I donnot know, I may be an abus'd Coxcombe; But howsoeuer, here are good Tokens of it.

Mine Host, what haue I chalkt in sundry and seuerall times?

Host.

Chalke is but Chalke, a Rundle makes a shilling, but that's nothing.

Fre. Ile come to you mine Host when you are sober. Gentlemen, you are for the Court, I am for the Taylors: When next we meet, We will bring hearts as sound as our Clothes, sweet.
ACTVS SECVNDVS.
Scena Prima. Enter Ferdinand and Cornelius. Fer. What, is the Duke martyed? Cor.

Questionlesse, by this time; they were at To haue and to hold when I left'hem. Looke you, here come the Feathers, the inseparable Coxcombs of the Court.

Enter Callowe and Ranof.
Ran. By the life-bloud which danceth on her Lip, She is all Paradice; Diuine, Angelicall, The Duchesse me thinkes lookes like a Dowdie to her. Cor. O for an Informer—Capitall Treason. Cal. If my Taylor had not bin a Knaue— Fer. He had bin an honest man. Cal. But— Fer.

O there's a stop, I thought the brazen Image wud ha' spoke.

Enter Bernard, Landoff, Dorilus.
Ber. Asmody, you were best stay behind, There's no place for Spirits i'th' Court. Land. O Sir, all your braue Spirits keepe at Court, And I know my distance. Ber. If you donnot, here be those will teach you. What comfort man? there is no fitter place To attend their comming out, then here, Here you may haue full sight, and perhaps speech. Doril. Nay I wil haue speech with her, & tell her roundly How she ha's play'd the Murdresse with a man That would haue dy'd most willingly for her. Ber. What, in the passionate vaine againe? Doril. No, but somewhat vehement. Enter the Duke, Duchesse, a Bishop, Lord Raymond. Duke. The Diademe that crown'd my Head, brought Cares along with Dignitie: But thou my Sweet Hast crown'd my Heart with Ioyes perpetuall, Loue, that did lead thee to the Church a Maid, Hath brought thee backe againe a perfect Wife, And made thee fit to be as thou do'st promise, Mother of many Princes. Dorilus kneeles as the Duchesse passeth by, she beckens one to bring him to her. Cor. Pray Heauen the Duke be in his right sences, He talkes all Raptures, studied Poetrie. Fer.

As euery outragious Louer does. If I were wearie of my life, I haue an Adagie wud hang me instantly.

Cor. What's that? The Duchesse & Doril. talk priuatly. Fer. Why the old one, Hot loue's soone cold. Cor.

To require you, That breath were better kept, to coole your Porredge.

Fer. You say very right, Sir. Ber. This is the Face that wud not let me rest, But visit me in Dreames: Looke this way still, And burne me with thy comfortable Beames. Dor. I must confesse, I euer had a wild, Wanton, and vntam'd Tongue, but still the Heart Of such a Matron as my Mother was: I did and doe still loue thee, and I protest Purpos'd to haue married thee, but that I thinke Thy selfe wud not haue wisht me to haue lost A Fortune such as this—Little did I imagine, When I did ieast those words, to haue bin a Duchesse. Doril. I donnot come to taske you to your word, But to behold the Riches I haue lost, That must confesse my selfe vnworthy of you. Hither I came resolu'd, to let you know That I durst looke vpon you, and could lose you Without sigh or teare: but hauing seene you, You haue afresh kindled the fire againe, And I must die a Martyr in your loue. Dor. What shall we doe Iulia? Do'st thou see The sad and downe-cast countenance of thy Brother? I loue him for his owne sake, and for thine, And wud not haue him perish; which I feare. Iul.

Troth Madame I doubt him too: but if the worst come to the worst, 'tis but a foolish Louer cast away.

Dor.

There are some flattering wayes yet to restore him, if we could light on 'hem. Alas good Dorilus.

I neuer yet had other Testimonie Of your strong loue, then that which all you Men Vnto your Ends can faine better then Women, Sighs and sad words, mingled with some Teares.
Doril. If those had not bin witnesses sufficient, Why did you not enioyne me to a Taske, Harder then euer Crueltie did yet? You should ha' said; I dare thee Dorilus To die: or doe but say so yet, That I may be assured you can loue Dorilus dead, whom liuing you despis'd, And I will at your feet yeeld my lat'st breath. Dor. I prythee thinke me not a Murderesse, To take delight in bloud: no, my deare Dorilus, Liue, and liue long, that I may loue thee so. Yet if thy loue be, as thou do'st professe, No danger, trauaile, nothing that Art. can doe, Obtain'd with much losse, greater difficultie, Will be left vnattempted: therefore, to try What strength it holds in thee, and make it gain'd, Better esteem'd of, being hardly got, I shall enioyne thee to a strange Designe. Doril. Let it be dangerous, and 'tis the better, And I shall easilier accomplish it. Dor. It is not dangerous, nor impossible, For I haue read euen in effect the like To haue bin obtained for a—Queene. Doril. Pray speake it. Dor. A Garland of the rarest Flowers on Earth, The choisest to the Eye, and to the Sent, Set with such Fruits the season of the yeere Affoords not in this Clyme, And it must haue The vertue of continuing euer fresh, As long as you remaine constant in loue. This is the Taske, which if you can obtaine. By all the Faith in VVoman, and that Iustice VVhich punisheth all Periurers, I vow Thou shalt embrace all thy desires in me. Doril. A Garland of all Flowers? Dor. Of all the Earth produceth, that are choise: If I, or any one that sees it, can Call any Flower by a Name, not there, You not performe your Enterprise. Doril. This is a Taske indeed. Iul. She ha's sent you a picking. Doril.

But it is nothing, when the Prize is thought of that it shall purchase.

Dor. Will you vndertake it? Dor. I will not moue in any other labour, It shall be both my Businesse and my Pleasures: With my best dutie let me kisse your hands. I shall not need to doubt, to enioy your loue When I haue done it? Dor. May that Beautie which you adore in me, Be blasted, but— Doril. I beleeue you: Faire farwell. Dor. My Lord, your pardon. Duke. For what my Duchesse? Though this day alone Should be reserued onely to our selues, Yet if thou please to lend thy Patience To any one that is a Suitor to thee, It shall giue no dislike but rather please vs. Fer.

Here's a Duke now will make all his Subiects kind Husbands.

Cor.

If he continue as he begins, Ile giue my Wife the Breeches; for Women will raigne, that's certaine.

Fer.

Raigne, I and thunder and lighten too, Ile warrant thee.

Exeunt Duke with his Traine.
Land. A prettie dumbe shew, this. Doril.

How doe you Sir? you appeare to me more troubled then my selfe.

Ber. No, I am well: Pray what's the newes? Doril. I must goe trauaile. Ber. Trauaile, what to doe? Doril. To gather Flowers, Strawberries— Land. And Creame. Ber. VVhy how now Sirrah? Land. Something bold Sir, for Affinities sake. Ber.

But pray be serious with me: by that friendship, which for the time we haue bin acquainted, hath bin as much as euer was made vp in so few houres; I doe coniure you tell me, and tell me faithfully, all the whole passage.

Doril.

I was a telling you: She has enioyn'd me to bring her a faire Garland, of all Flowers that can be nam'd, which must continue fresh as long as I remaine constant to her.

Ber. This is not in the power of Man to doe. Doril. This is her imposition. Ber. Asmodie, what thinke you of this? Land. Why I say Sir, comfort your Friend, For ere The Sun shal twice to th'Sea decline his golden beames Ile bring a Garland hither, made of all Flowers That euery corner of the World containes, And with that Charme too, that it shall remaine Beautiously flourishing, while he continues Warm'd in the strength of his Affections. Ber. Doe this my gentle Spirit, and thou shalt Make him, who is thy Master, bound vnto thee, He shall release thee, I will buy thy yeeres, Although it cost me halfe of my Estate. Lan. No more, some few houres hence expect me. Exit. Ber. Sir, will you take the counsell of a Friend, And thrust these Sorrows from you? what wud you giue To purchase such a Garland as you speake of? Doril. I thought you Sir of more humanitie, And better breeding, then to mocke miserie. Ber. I donnot mock you, and may accuse you now For hauing me in such suspition: We are but young in our Acquaintances, And that begets these doubts: will you impart Halfe your Estate to him shud bring you this? Doril. All, and become in debt to pay that Man. Ber. What doe you iudge your Estate to be, Sir? Doril. Better then three hundred pound a yeere. Ber. Why that shal do it. Pardon me Sir, I am poore, And such an Accident as this perhaps, To make a Fortune, will not in all my Age Befall againe: nor can you lose by it, For in her fauours you shall be aduanc'd. Doril. Without those wise Considerations, You instantly shall haue it made to you, Not in words onely, but in deeds, If you performe what you propose to me. Ber. Why you say wel Sir, wil you now to the Scriueners? Doril. Most ioyfully, and with what speed you please. Ber. Lead Sir, Ile follow: Is it not strange to see, That a man shud, as hath bin often showne, Cure others griefes, yet cannot helpe his owne. Exeunt.
Scena secunda. Enter Lodwick, father to Dorigene; Fredericke, a Lady, and Smirke. Lod. Now Sir, you are so dy'd i'the Grape, & so deboisht With Tauerne Quarrels, that here your carriage Amongst the inferior sort will proue ridiculous: For we shall haue you downe i'the Wine-cellar, Or at the Beere amongst the Guard carowsing, And after, fall to Cuffes; your Band and Doublet Torne from your Neck & Back, and your braue Breeches Stain'd with the variation of each soyle. Fre. Nay good Sir donnot aggrauate a Fault: I know I haue bin often i'the durt, (And so ha's many a better man then I) Before I was the Dukes Brother; but now I will giue no man place at Wall or Kennell. Smi. My yong Lord is in my mind to a thred for that. Lod. I know thou hast matter ynough in thee, And parts sufficient to make a Courtier; But this same Drinke, and Countrey Libertie, Ha's spoyl'd thee irrecouerably. Fre.

Why Sir, what wud you ha' me do? you shall find I will be capable.

Lod. Why you must bend your selfe vnto the Ladies. Smi. Bend to the Ladies: Alas poore old man, he talks— Lod. I meane, apply your selfe, conuerse with 'hem, And still be tendring your seruice to 'hem; They will looke for't: Looke you, here come Presidents; There's a young Lord now, a Knight followes him, Marke but how they endeuor in the businesse. Fre. Vdsfoot, I thinke my Father thinkes I am an Asse: Cannot I lead a Lady by the Arme, Hold off my Hat, and dance my Cinque a pace; And after a long story of my silence, Aske how she does? I will satisfie him, He shannot find me to degenerate— By your leaue Lady. Lady.

What's he tro? he ha's reasonable handsome Clothes, but they become him not.

Smir.

The dumbe Lord's frighted, his haire stands an end.

Ran. My Noble Lord; the Duchesse Brother. Call. Your pardon my good Lord. Fre.

What Masculine Baboone's this—Lady, I honor you.

Lady.

O my good Lord, there are better Faces i'the Court for you to honor.

Fre. By that all-killing Eye, that murdring Lip— Lady. Fie, fie, my Lord, you make me blush. Fre. O Madame, donnot so, you'le spoile your painting. Smi. Looke you my Lord, my Lord your Sonne is at ir. Lod. A shrewd Boy: I thought, because my selfe Haue bin bred vp a Souldier, and vnfit, And euer was, to these Court Complements; He, hauing not bin exercis'd, wud be so: Ile leaue him now, and take no more charge of him. Smi. No, no, let the Surgion looke to him. Enter Iulia. Iulia.

Wud I were i'the Countrey againe, I shall run mad here: your tumultuous Courtiers wonnot let me rest; Visitants early and late, and all come about one businesse, to tell me I am faire, which I know well ynough, yet can be well content to let them sweare it. I haue the Prayers of all the Mercers, Taylors, Haberdashers, i'the whole Citie, and their Wiues Curses; for not a Man lookes that way: I am the Bird, at which each welldrawne Courtier shoots his Bolt. Looke you, I am spyed already: They leaue all Companies, all Places; vpon Seruice times, the Chappell, if I be not there.

Now my tongue-tyed Lord, whose Language is i'the Motion of his Necke, I wonder he is not troubled with the Cricke: What does your Lordship say? I donnot heare you.

Call. Hum. Iul. Wud the World beleeue there were such a Man? Pray my Lord tell me your meaning? Call. Hum. Iul. Sure your Honor had a silent Nurse. Ran.

He wud ha' prou'd the Miracle of the World, if he had bin a Woman.

Iul.

He wud indeed Seignior: I donnot thinke, but if his Tongue were clipt, he wud talke yet; what thinke you?

Ran. I thinke as you thinke, Lady. Iul. Take heed of that, so you may wrong your selfe. I wud my Lord that I could vnderstand you, I doe perswade my selfe then I could loue you. Call. O sweet Lady. Iul. Why this is well my Lord, can you goe on? Call. I had a hard heart else. Iul. Admirable; good my Lord goe forward, Talke, and Ile loue you infinitely, that is, beyond talke. Call. Silence Lady is the best part of Wisdome. Iul. Let Wisdome goe to graue ones, giue vs Talke, It is Youth's Musicke, and doth stirre Affection, As Motion, Heat. Good my Lord talke. Call. Why Lady, I can talke. Iul. O my Lord. Cal. What ayle you, Lady? Iul. You will rauish me. Call. Not I, Ile assure you I come not of the kind. Iul.

I meane you'le ouercome me: And if you talke much, I shall entreat you you will hold your peace.

Call.

Nay, beleeue it Lady, I will not talke much: but if I list to talke, I haue a Tongue that can talke much, and lowd, as another Man.

Ran. I was afraid he wud ha' said, Woman. Call.

But talke's but talke, therefore I vse it not: but for your sake, sweet Lady, it may be that I will find a Tongue to talke of something; and that same something must be of you, or else 'tis nothing.

Iul.

Away my Lord, I am bound to stop mine eares; the Syrens sing in you.

Call.

VVhy let 'hem sing, Song is but Song, no more then Talke's but Talke; yet Talke does well, where Talke is well regarded, otherwise 'tis lost: And I haue bin a Talker in my time, and will be so againe, to giue content to such a Lady as doth loue to talke, or knowes what talke is, and can talke her selfe; else 'tis much better for to hold ones peace: For I haue heretofore bin a great Talker, and foolish Ladyes that vnderstood me not, haue pray'd me hold my peace, and they wud loue me; iust as you now, on the contrary, pray me to talke, and not to hold my peace, and then you'd loue me.

Iul.

I will maintaine this in him, to make him talke his Lungs our.—Oh,—Oh.

Call. VVhat is the matter? Iul. VVud I had neuer heard this Tongue of yours: But I was curst to heare it, more to prouoke it. Call.

VVhy doe you say so? For this Tongue of mine shall be pull'd out, and throwne vnto the Dogges, or to the Hawkes, before it shall offend your daintie Eares, that loue to heare a Tongue talke as a Tongue should doe, of VVit and Beautie, and Beautie and VVit, which doe abound in you.

Iul. Fie, fie, fie, this is not to be endur'd. Call.

Beleeue it Lady, but it is; 'tis fit that you shud heare, and I shud talke, the Subiect being You, and I the Talker. Wherefore haue Ladyes Beautie, and Men Eyes and Tongues, but to behold that Beautie, and then talke of it. I doe proclayme him here a Dunce, a Sot, that ha's a Tongue, and cannot talke of you: nay, though he had ne're a Tongue, yet he might thinke a talke; and that, though not as good, might serue for talke.

Enter Lord Raymond and the Duchesse.
Iul.

The Duchesse; good my Lord leaue vntill another time.

Call.

I, another time, and then weele talke foure or fiue houres together.

Fre. By this hand Wench Ile keepe touch. Lady. Touch and take my Lord, else no meddling. Fre. Goe, you are a Foole, Farewell; Expect me.

Sister Duchesse, how do'st? I thanke thee for my Lordship. I knew thou wert borne to make vs all, aduance vs to the third Region. How does my Brother Duke deale with thee? Do'st thou Burgeon? Shall we haue Bonfires, and the Bells rung out, for ioy thou hast made an Vnckle? How now Iulia? what's thy Title? Lady of Honor, and Principall Secretarie to my Sister, is't not? who breakes the best Iests now?

Iul. My Lord. Fre. My Lord; no, my Lady by all meanes. Dor.

Fie Brother, vnderstand your selfe; and as you haue taken on Dignitie, so put on Grauitie, or you will proue ridiculous.

Fre.

Let me proue what I will Sister, Ile haue all the Court to imitate me: if I had bin borne a Foole, I wonder what's he wud ha' bin wise? Come VVench, be thy selfe still, and thou shalt be the Miracle of Princes,

Haue all the wit thy Subiects vtter, thine, And drawne together in a Volume, call'd, The Duchesse of Saxonie her Apothegmes; VVhich shall put downe the Tales of other Nations. Thy Birth-day shall be made a Holy-day, And crown'd with full Cups, and with deepe ones too, And I my selfe will first begin the Health, And bring it vp in Germany a Fashion, Oft to salute the Cup, and kisse it sweetly. But where's the Duke my Brother? tyr'd and retyr'd?
Dor.

Pray my Lord doe you speake to him, happily he will endure reproofe from you.

Ray. My Lord. •… re.

I haue sworne not to graunt any Suits this weeke, therefore prythy donnot trouble me——O, my Lord, I cry you mercy.

Ray. The Duchesse wud be priuate. •… re. Neat and priuate she shall be, 'tis fit, Let you and I shake hands, Wisdome and VVit. Dor.

Thou art all wildnesse, that nothing I thinke will tame, but a long Voyage, and vnfortunate.

O Iulia, I doe thinke vpon thy poore afflicted Brother, Good Gentleman, that he should place his loue so disastrously. I wonder how he does?

Iul.

He is as great a stranger vnto me as to you Madame, I neuer saw him since.

Dor. I hope he did not spend his time so ill In the Vniuersitie at Wittemberg, But he ha's learnt so much Philosophie, To tame those headstrong Passions. Iul. You may pray rather he ha's not spent his time As Faustus did, and many that are there, In Negromancie, so to performe the Taske You haue layd on him. Dor.

Alas poore VVench, do'st thou beleeue there can be such an Art?

Iul. VVhy, haue we it not recorded, Faustus did Fetch Bruno's Wife, Duchesse of Saxoni •… In the dead time of Winter, Grapes she long'd for? Dor. Such a Report there goes, but I hold fabulous. Iul.

Well, had I bin as you, I'de not ha' layd so deepe an Oath vpon't.

Dor.

Wud that were my worst feare. Enter Doril. Looke where he comes. Iulia leaue me, Ile hold conference with him, and by delayes seeke to weare out his Sorrow.

Iul. I obey you Madame. Dor. Why kneele you Dorilus? Doril. Dutie ha's taught me, though you were not her Fortune ha's made you: Euery thing delights To be commanded by you; vnder your wish Lyes all things vpon Earth, and growes for you, Prospers for your sake, striues to be louely, In emulation of your Excellence. Here is a Garland of those Flowers you spoke of, Which Nature put forth, and Art fetcht for you; Place it vpon your Head, and it shall dim The glorious splendor of your other Crowne: Lasting it is, as it; for it shall flourish According to your wishes, till I alter And change the course of my Affection. Dor. Thou do'st astonish me: wud I coud call This any thing but Truth, a Dreame, a Vision, With Terrors following it, enough to sinke me Deeper in Earth then I am now aboue it. When Flora striues to decke the Earth with Flowers, She neuer shew'd halfe such varietie. Good Dorilus leaue me a while to thinke, And to collect my selfe, and then returne. Doril. I shall. Exit. Dor. Why did these Flowers grow? to blush for me? Or do they blush, because they haue wrought my shame? Why did not Stormes and North winds nip your Buds, And kill'd yee, ere you shew'd the Sunne your Leaues? Why did not Lightnings blast yee? Beasts or Wormes Plucke vp your Roots, and make you fit for Fire? There you had shew'd more glorious then here: For here you bring, vnder so many Colours, A shew of Sweetnesse, that will breed the Plague, And run infectiously into our Blouds. For if I fall, what Woman will be honest? Or being so, what's he that will beleeue it? Enter the Duke. Duke. How now my Duchesse? talking to thy selfe? What's that? Why do'st thou hide it from me? It is rich vnto the eye, but much more rarer: Flowers so plentifull, and at this time, It wonders me? Prythy let me see it, I neuer saw so many rarious Formes Knit vp so curious: beleeue me, 'tis a Present Fit for the Queene of Nations, and for thee; He well deseru'd, that did bestow it on thee. Dor. 'Tis not to be bestow'd Sir, 'tis to be bought, And at a deare Rate too. Duke. Why, and thou do'st, no matter, For trust me 'tis a very pretty Toy. Dor. A pretty Toy must buy it. Duke. If it wud not fade. Dor.

It will not fade Sir, it will keepe too long I feare, for you to like it.

Duke. Why do'st thou thinke so? it is like thy selfe, Full of Varietie, and choise Delights, And th'longer I behold it, the more it likes me. Dor. O, there are Serpents in't, and vgly Toad •… s, That burst and shed their poyson; not a Flower, But beares a sting in it, that wounds my heart: Foule Lust and Murder, that doth follow it, Lyes hid amongst the Leaues. O throw me Sir, Throw me from your Embraces, as far as the wild winds Doth driue the Dust before it, and destroy me. Like it to nothing: Purge your Land, by making Bonfires of it and me vpon some Hill, That the blacke Smoake may vanish into Ayre. And not infect your Turrets. Duke. Why do'st thou talke thus? Dor. First kill me Sir, it will be Charitie, Then rip my Bosome vp, and in my Heart There you shall find what my Tongue loathes to vtter. Duke. I thought, deare Dorigene, I neuer shud Haue bin a stranger to your Thoughts, till now: I pry thy speake, what is it troubles thee? Dor. If I were sure that breath shud be my last, You shud not then entreat me; but receiue it, Hoping you will be mercifull, and kill me. There is a Gentleman, named Dorilus, That lou'd me 'fore you saw me, and I him, Although I neuer gaue him any hope: Vpon the VVedding day he met me here, And lookt so like a man that meant to perish, That I was willing to restore some comfort; VVhereon I wisht him get me such a Garland, Made of all Flowers that the World contaynes, Not thinking such a thing could haue bin done, And for Requitall promis'd him—I cannot Vtter no more, nor shud haue thought so much. Duke. Is this all? Dor. All? wud you more? wud you we should proceed? Grow impudent in sinne, till Thunder rent vs? Duke. Why, but such promises may be dispens'd with. Though you had seal'd it with a Vow. Doril. I did Sir, and a great one: nor left there, But added two or three to that; the least was, The blasting of this Beautie he ador'd. Duke. I know not how to doubt, yet this may be A Cunning; I will try her. Let it not trouble thee, Deare Dorigene; thou shalt performe thy Vow; Ile be the Sufferer, and take the sinne on me. Dor. But the damnation must be mine, my Lord, And if I pull it on me, t'shalbe this way, Offers to stab her selfe. Rather then wronging you. Duke. Why so thou wrong'st me worst, And wut depriue me of all the ioyes in this World. Thou wilt teach me by ill example, how to follow thee. Sweet, let me kisse thee, I will beg for that, Which all men else doe labour to auoid; It is but one houres losse of thee, I prythy Make no more scruple of't then other Women: It is a Cryme, that not one Night i'the yeere, But some where or other such a Fault is made, Nor lookes the Wife the next day worse for it. Dor. No more Sir. Duke. Thou wilt consent? Dor. I wi •… l. Duke.

Why I thanke thee. I haue bestow'd some paines to begge my selfe into an Order. O Dorigene, if thou beest false, the Serpent parted with his Subtletie, and clos'd it in the Fruit he gaue thy Sex.

Exit.
Dor. I know not whether I am greater blest Or curst in such a Husband: Fate thou hast thy ends, And I haue mine. Come Dorilus, and take me Now whilest I haue Obedience: Giue me not respite, to enter into Considerations, Lest I doe worser then performe my Vow. Enter Dorilus. He comes—Welcome my Dorilus, be merry man, And looke vpon me as a Louer should, That ha's obtain'd his Mistris: I am thine, And for the time free, as I am the Dukes. Be bold man in approaching, there's no feare Of Spyes vpon vs; we are free, as people That know no Lawes, or doe command the Lawes: I haue the Dukes consent for what I doe, Nay, his entreatie: he does like to haue A Ryuall in the thing he loues, and is Not different from the common sort of men, That doe esteeme them most, that most abuse 'hem. Doril. How many wayes doe you desire to kill me? Dor. Why Dorilus? Doril. You say the Duke's acquainted— Dor. With our Loues, 'tis true: But there's no harme in that, for heele be secret, As I haue Life, he will. Doril. Why doe you abuse me thus? Dor. I donnot: for as I haue a Soule, I'm serious, He bid me keepe my Vow; and said, the Man That did bestow this Garland, did deserue— Doril. What? to enioy you? Dor. I, to enioy me. Doril. He did it then to giue vs leaue to sinne, That he might punish. Dor. O no; he did it for my quiet: he will sooner Strike his owne eye, to offend it, nay, his heart, Rather then mine. Doril. VVhat doe we then contriuing Lust together? That Rebell Bloud, which rageth against him, Had better bin bestow'd vpon rude Beasts, Wilder then VVolues or Tygres; we are worse: They that wud wrong this truly Royall Prince, This Prince of his owne Passions, as of Men, Deserue to see no day, to tast no foode, No cloathes to shield him from the rage of winter, But liue more wretched then the last of Beggers, Die without teares or prayers, and want a graue. Take your vowes backe againe, and place 'hem better, For here I make a generall release Of all debts twixt vs, be a free woman, And set vp anew, with caution, that you neuer Proue banker-out againe, deale not so largely, Nor trust so prodigally, lest you do meete VVith such as will take the full forfeiture; So Vertue guard you and your goodnesse Crowne, Your thoughts and actions with true chastitie. Ray. This is not as I looke for, nor do wish. Dor. O stay, let me not be so wretched, but to pay The almes of a true heart, thankes for your bountie, Which hath beene greater then I can requite. Now I do loue thee Dorilus as deere As thy owne mistresse vertue. And I beseech thee Depriue vs not thy presence at the Court, For I will liue to studie a reqitall, And the Duke with me, that shall know thy worth, And finde it in thy deeds, shall entertaine thee, And in his bosome fixe thee a true friend: Thou shalt not go vnlesse thou promise me, I may receiue and welcome thee at Court, Dori. Since you command me, Ile not faile to offer, My seruice to my Soueraigne and you. Dor. With teares of ioy I loue thee. Exit. Ray. What blood haue these two creatures? Cold as I am My aged head wrapt like the Alpes in Snow, Yet if the Diuell lust, had warm'd me on, Respects shud neuer quench the heate in me. There is a sparke alreadie in my bosome, And I do feele it working towards my heart, Which when it once hath reacht, and kindled Into a flame, no premeditation Of the offence, shall blow it out againe. The Duke has entertaind a iealosie, And imployes me in the discouerie, Which makes effectuall to my purposes. Mischiefe is brooding in my braines, and the euent Shall worke my pleasures or their discontent. Enter Bernard. Ber. Well met Sir. How now? Melancholy. But now I thinke on't, euery man is so After his height of dalliance, I did heare You had admittance And I saith how find you her. Dori. You haue my land Sir. Ber. Yes, in my pocket, a large hose youle say Can hold so many Akers: But impart, You told me, being familiar with the Cause, I should partake in the Euent. She ha's performd— Doril. Yes, very gracious. Ber. Why so then, what wud you more? Doril. No more. Ber. Zfoot, hee's turn'd Eccho: but I haue obseru'd, Knocke at the heart of Man afterfull ioyes, And you shall find him like an emptie Vessell. I will leaue you Sir. Doril. Heare me first. Because you may not spread a Calumnie, Which when y'are not your selfe, Wine may bring forth: Here I protest by all that's Righteous, Both in Earth and Heauen, though I had bought And payd for this Sinne as your selfe can witnesse, And might haue purchas'd it (but with her Curses) I gaue her Vowes backe freely to her selfe, Made her the same Duchesse that she was, And is still absolute. Ber. How? freely gaue her what cost you so deare? Doril. Freely: and had my Life bin in the Bargaine, It had gone, And Wife and Children, If I had bin worth 'hem—O you donnot know, And it is tedious to relate it to you. Ber. You are a franke Giuer, and you shall teach me (For in all Goodnesse I will be your Scholler) To imitate, though not to equall you: Here take your Bonds againe, If you coud checke That vntam'd Fiend, call'd Lust, why should not I, By your Example, bridle Auarice: He is not worthy to receiue, that knowes not how to restore. Pray take it, you wonnot, You wud be singuler, then looke you Sir tis canceld: Thus from the letters I do teare the law, As you the crime you went with from your heart, You haue your owne againe: And I am richer Without it, then possessing. Fare you well Sir. Doril. Pray stay Sir, and make me not so wretched As leaue that vgly sinne Ingratitude For my Companion: I may through your friendship Thinke this life happy, to score age vpon me, And die, with Stories of you to my children. Ber. And I of you wud doe the like to mine: That shall if I can worke it, call you vnckle. Doril. Bernard my friend, and chamber-fellow. Discouer himselfe Ber. And brother that wud be, nay must be; Though I vndertake as bad a taske as picking of flowers. For here's my spirit Asmody can flie The same way againe. Landoffe in his owne shape. Lan, No, I haue clipt his wings. Ber. Zfoote my Tutor, I am vndone. Lan. And bound him to a fierie chariot For threescore yeares, and after to be throwne Into the bottome of the burning lake, Boyling with Pitch and Sulphure. Ber. Alas poore Asmody, he will be ouer coddled, Lan. For his audaciousnesse. Ber.

Alas Sir, 'twas not his fault; for to say truth, I coniurde him.

Lan. You coniurde him, into what? into a blew coate And a beard, did you not? look you ther's your Asmody. Ber. Troth Sir, you haue bin to cruell with him, You might a let him haue boyld in his liuorie, For his heard, it was not a misse to be pluckt off, For in time it wud a bin scalded. Lan. Come, you are a Nouice, did you think you could Proceed in my owne Art, but I should know it? I was that Asmody appear'd to you, When you kept such a thundring, with words That were of as much effect to call or moue Spirits, as mountaines: But my Dorilus, My louing Pupill, for whose good I cannot With all the Art I haue, labour enough. Doril. O, your zeale Sir hath bin euer showne, Lan. Presume vpon me, for I do predict There will be need of me, and of my Art Ere it be long: And vnlesse it please My Pupill Bernard, here to turne me off, Ile eu'n in to my liuory againe. Ber. You may do as you please Sir, but if you do, I shall forget you are my Master, and make account I haue my seruant Asmody againe. Lan. Do so, and command me as you haue done, Ile be vnto your will obedient As your owne lymbs, and how so ere things sort, In spight of Fortune weele haue a little sport.
ACTVS TER TIVS.
Scena Prima. Enter Duke, L. Raymond at one doore: Duchesse, Dorilus bare before her, le •… ing on his shoulder and giuing much grace vnto him. Musicke. Dor. Sir, I haue a suite to you. Duke. Speake it. Dor. To know this Gentleman, and if not for my sake, For his owne to grace him, he has deseru'd it. Duke. He has. Dorilus kneeles, the Duke draws his sword and runs it on his bosome. Iul. O my deare brother. Dor. What do you meane Sir. Duke. Away with her to prison, and let her father, And her brother both be turn'd out of the Court. Lord Raymond, be it your charge to see it done. Exit. Ray. Vnwillingly I obey you; O my hart dances, And tun'd vnto so many ioyes, it beates My bloud about me into euery part, That I grow yong againe; Alas good Lady, Why do you weepe? these teares were well becomming If you had any crime to wash away, But you are cleere as heauen; then beare your selfe As confident and shining, that stands vnshaken, When men speake blasphemie and throw vp curses: Beware sweet Princesse, your too zealous care, Exprest in the behalfe of your firme friend, May be by some informing Eare snatcht vp, And carryed to the Duke, which wud pile high, And heighten vp the mountaine of his wrath. Dor. Let it be so, and let that mountaine Fall, And all the world, with his displeasure on me, But hidden in the ruine, yet at last It is my comfort, I shalbe found my selfe. Ray, What a well built castle is a cleare Conscience? No Batterie, no Inuasion stirres it, When a guiltie on, is like a Spiders web, Shooke with the motion of each little flye. What helpe there lies in me much iniur'd Lady, Assure your selfe of it, as if your owne heart Had the powre to worke it. Enter a Guard. Dor. I shud wrong much noblesse to thinke otherwise. Ray. See Madame, here's a Guard vpon you. Dor. They are welcome. Ray. So, the diuell when he meaneth to seduce, Puts on an Angels shape, who doth not know. How to dissemble, must not thinke to grow Or prosper in his purpose. In this plot Enuie alone is not exprest, but hot Vntameable desires, which flame so hie; One mischiefe must another satisfie. I loue, faire Iulia, and there was no way How to obtaine, but bringing to decay The greatnes of the Princesse; miserie Will burst the strongest barre of Chastitie. She comes: Enter Iulia. Iul. Where is my wretched Mistresse? Ray. Alas, shee is lost, and those that seeke her, Must be companions of her miserie. Therefore be wise faire Iulia, and forget her; Thou art as faire as she, as excellent; And I that rule the Duke do thinke so. Iul. What meanes this? Ray. The meaning is like him that vtters it, Plaine and sincere, to make thee Mistresse Of all the happinesse which thou canst wish; As she whom I create shall stand aboue, And laugh a •… the calamities of others: Looke not vpon my haires, I'm not so old But I can kisse thee into Action, Infuse a breath into you through your Eare, Shall call a flaming blush into your cheeke, And turne this spring-tide of your teares to fire, Or change 'hem into blood, and strike 'hem inward, To incite a heate as sensuall as the same That did beget you. Iul. I am vncapable of this ill language: But suppose I were (my Lord) as you esteeme me, Is this a time, when my heart's full of sorrow, Ready to breake for their vnfortunate fates, To giue admittance to so loathed a fact, That neuer coud be tempted in the height Of festiuals: and all the soothing flatteries Trust vp in vowes and glories of a Court. Ray. Why? I will giue you libertie to thinke, To ponder on it for a little time; For I wud rather Loue should make thee mine Then Violence or Feare. Consider of it Without delayes, returne me absolute: I am not like your dull cold Englishman, That can attend his Mistresse a whole day, A weeke, a month, a yeare, yet checke his blood, And when it shud haue vent to burst in fire, He weepes out in water. The Sunne burnes Not outward, as my blood within, passions beate So thicke and short, they make my entrailes sweate. But for a while I leaue you, thinke and be wise. Exit Ray. Iul. Tis wisdome to conceale what I do thinke, And truth to call thee villaine: O we are Ruin'd, all of vs are ruin'd, Enter Bernard. Bern. Yonder she is, and weeping— Who will not be in loue with sorrow, while it takes vp Her dwelling in that face, it is a question? Whether smiles more adorne that cheeke then teares. Iul. O worthy Sir, how does my brother? Bern. Well, donnot you feare it Lady. Iul. Why doe you leaue him? Ber. To comfort you that haue more need of it, For he sits vp and laughs at miserie, Enter Fred. With hope to out liue it, which is fortitude Fitting a noble spirit. Fred.

Fortune my foe why dost thou frowne on me, &c. A good voyce is a perpetuall comfort to a man, he shall be sure he cannot want a Trade. Yonder's Madam Iulia, and the Italian Doctor administring, they looke like a couple of Tragedians in the fourth Act, out of conntenance. Right Worshipfull, Charitable, most Bountifull and well disposed, please you to looke vpon the Estate of a poore decayed Lord, blowne out of the bosome of good Fortune, vnto the backe side of mens Bounties, from whence a sweete gale of good will may arise to blow mee out of the dead sea of want and despaire, into the happy Hauen of good harbor, where I may lie at rest from hunger and cold, bound vnto you in the bed-rolle of beneuolence, which howsoeuer small a pittance it shall be, in this ebbe of aduersitie, it shalbe returned treble to you againe in the next tyde of prosperitie—Sweet Madame,

Ex. Ber. & Iul. Why here 'is the right fashion of the world, To turne the backside to a man that has no money? They are gone to wash away griefe in salt water, I meane to drowne it in good Claret. Enter Smi. O curteous fortune that hath sennt me a Companion. Smirke, how dost thou chicken? come hold vp thy head, And let's see the dismalitie of thy Countenance, The dolefull dumps that therein do appeare, The Knobbles of aduersitie and Fate. Hum.—
Smir. Oh, Oh. Fre. What Oh? where lies the Crampe? Smir. Oh, Oh. Strikes his breast. Fre. With that the moody squire thumpt his breast, And rear'd his eyes to heauen for reuenge. Speake sweet Ieronimo. Smir. First take my tongue, and afterward my heart. Fre. Good both being out, now let vs haue the Story. Smir. Kickt with disgrace, and turn'd out of the Court Both to the guard and blacke guard made a sport. Fre. Excellent Smirke. Smi. To Landresses and Lackies made a scorne, And to all other people quite for lorne. Fre.

One, rime more, and I will crowne thee Fennar Lawriate.

Smir. The Carters, Colliers, and the Carriers curst me The Porters puld me, and the Pages pur •… •… me. Fre. Why this tis to be a squire Smirke before your time And your boy to be a Gentleman before you haue him. Smir.

O that I had bin so happy to haue liu'd and clefe wood i'the countrey, preacht at the Buttery barre vnto the Ploughmen, and there haue vsde my authoritie in Folio, when all the seruants of the house shud be drunke at midnight, Cum Priuilegio.

Fre.

I, those were certaine dayes, but what wut thou do now?

Smir.

Learne to winde whipcord, and go hang my selfe.

Fre. But where didst thou leaue my father? Smi. I left him condoling with two or three of his friends At the signe of the Lamentation. Enter Callow and Ranoff. Fre. The Salutation thou meanst. Smi. In the Salutation one way, and the Lamentation The tother—Here comes more abuse. Cal. Me thinkes sirrah, since my tongue brake loose, I take an infinite pleasure in't, how thinkes thou? Ran. Your Lordship talkes wondrous current, For your word will go before many a mans bond. Cal. It shall run before any mans bond for a wager. My honourable Lord, how does the great Dutchesse, Your sister? Ran. And the good Earle your father. Cal.

With the rest of your kindred and acquaintance that bore the Court before 'hem.

Ran.

I hope a man may court his Mistresse now without a Patent from your honor.

Fre. I hope a man may cracke your pipkin Pate, And cut your necke of Mutton into Steakes, If you will •… ot be quiet, ye brace of wicker bottles. Ran. Wicker Bottles! he cals vs wicker bottles. Fre. I and mustie ones. Cal. And mangie ones to, are we not? Fre.

Yes, euery thing that's troublesome and stinkes you are.

Cal. Ha, ha, prithee laugh at him. Ran. I, we will laugh at him, but let vs goe, For the fellow is desperate, and perhaps may beate vs; Such people feare no law. Cal.

Hang him, hee dares not within the confines of the Court.

Ran. I, but we may talke our selues out of the liberties, And then he may beate vs without the confines. Yet if he did, twere all one to me, for I can Endure a beating as well as another man, Custome's another Nature: but yet I wud we were gone: Cal.

Why, come then lets goe backe againe? For my owne part, I donnot care for quarrelling there wee may be bold, though my Lord, I haue a poore sister I wud prefer to cut your Honors toes.

Ran.

And I haue a proiect, if it please your Honor, to set it on foote, it may make a great many of vs ride a horsebacke.

Fre. O that the place were not priuiledg'd. Smir. I, and the place were not priuiledg'd. Fre. Why? what wudst thou doe? Smir. Let 'hem alone, and laugh at 'hem. Fre. Why, gramercy Smirke, thou hast instructed me. A my conscience I shud now do so. Smir. Yet he he gaue me a bob i'the proiect. Fre. Why? hast thou any thing to do with proiects? Smi.

Yes, I was to prefer one for putting downe Pigs i'the Faire time.

Fre. How? putting down Pigs, pry thy let's heare that? Smi.

Why, a fellow that will vndertake to finde the Country people, and the people of the Faire, with good repast for three pence a meale.

Fre. How can that be? pry thy let's vnderstand? Smir. Why Sir, A cook wil vndertake to bake in a pasty Foure oxen, without Buttor corner wise, Lambe and Mutton in the middle, All kinde of Fowle on each side, With their bils lying out to discouer their condition, With which he wilbe bound to find the fair seuen daies, And giue the ouer plus to the poore. Fre. This is a very prittie one and profitable. Smir.

Then I haue another, for the crying of small Beare, from six •… i'the morning, till twelue at noone, for all that are Barnab •… .

Fre.

A most necessary one, and had it bin propounded when I was a Lord, it shud haue had my countenance.

Smir.

Nay, it wud ha gone forward, for all your high bloods wud a countenanc'd it, yet it was thought there was a rich Milke-woman wud a crost it, and haue brought it to posset drinke i'the winter, and whay i'the Summer, and the Apothecaries wud haue ioyn'd with her, to haue clarified it.

Fre. Not vnlikely. But Smirke, what is your purpose? Smi. To stay till the good time, and take a whipping, With as much resolution as a man may take a whipping Fre. Then you looke for the Lash? Smir.

I donnnot looke for it, because it comes with a backe blow, and there is no ward for it but Patience.

Fre. Why thou saist right, and it is manly done, Not to run from, but to meete affliction. Smir.

I, but when affliction comes like a Fury, with a whip in her hand, 'tis a fore matter.

Exeunt.
Scena secunda. Enter Landoffe in his study, a spirit to him. Spi. Leaue with thy potent charms to teare th'elements And vexe the poore inhabitants: here is the Ring Transparant as the day, that makes the wearer Lost to all sight, and walke inuisible To euery eye but yours: And when so ere It is your pleasure it shall loose its vertue, Toucht but with this herbe and it fals in peeces. Lan. Thanks my industrious spirit. Spir. What else is thy command' Lan. Nought else at this time, but on all occasions Thou in a thought be ready to attend. Spir. I shall. Exit. Lan.

Begon. Dorilus, Bernard come forth, all things are at peace

Enter Dorilus and Bernard. As your hearts shalbe ere I part from you, At least forsake you: Behold this little Ring, Purer then Christall, full of subtiller flame Then that which sparkles i'the Diamond; Of Vertue infinite beyond its Beautie. With this Ring Dorilus thou shalt free the Princesse At least endeauour; 'tis certainely reported At her Arraignment, as the howre comes on, She shall haue none to pleade her cause for her, But her supposed crime layde ope, and vrg'd Withall the mouth of law, and so condemn'd: Yet thou that euer couldst speake well, without A cause so full of matter and of Truth, Shalt hidde to all eyes, by vertue of this Ring, Become an Orator, and pleade for her, And make the Court amaz'd to heare thee speake.
Dor. You amaze me, first to heare you— Lan. But Ile amaze my Pupill Bernard more, When he shall stand by thee and heare thee talke, Yet not haue powre to see thee: Put on this Ring, Now tell me Bernard where is Dorilus? Ber. Into aire vanished, or suncke into the earth, For I protest I see no Dorilus. Lan. Call to him, try if he heare thee, Ber. Dorilus, Dorilus. Doril. Why here man, I am here. Ber. Here; where? Dor. Why here, close by thee, now I touch thee. Ber. This is thy hand? Doril. Yes. Ber. It may be foote for any thing that I know, but that Now I feele the fingers, thou maist hold it vp at the Bar And nere be burnt i the hand Ile warrant thee. Doril. Why? I see thee plaine as I did before, And euery thing else. Ber.

But that I haue confidence in my Master and his Art, I wud neuer looke to see thee againe.

Lan. Looke you Iulia your Mistres, comfort her, And take the worke vpon you: Ile to my blew coate againe, and instantly wait on you. Ber. All your best wishes. Fairest. Enter Iul. Iul. O Sir they lye in you. Ber. O you speake musicke to the melancholly, Health to the sicke. Iul. For next vnto the deliuery of my Mistresse, My brothers welfare is, which you promised. Doril. Why sister I am well? next vnder Heauen I prayse this Gentleman. Iul. That is his voyce, where are you brother? Doril. Here sister iust before you. Iul. Before me? Doril. Yes, in the very mouth of you, as a man wud say Iul. Trust me I cannot see you. Doril.

Trust me I'm glad of it, Ile talke the bolder and and the lowder, they shall heare me.

Ber. This I perceiue dooes somewhat trouble you. But let it not, it shalbe for a good, Which though it cannot change, may stir your blood.

See they are hot in preparation, and people making to behold the Arraignement,

Extnt.
Scetra tertia. Enter Ferdinando, Cornelius. Ferd.

Fortune is a good huswife, she plies her wheel wel Alas poore Lady, I pitty her; for a my conscience she is cleare of the fact layd to her.

Cor.

It is the maddest world, the report goes shee •… hud lie with on for a Nosegay.

Ferd.

In some things Fame wilbe free I see, in some things scant; for Ile assure you 'twas for a Garland.

Cor.

Why a Garland let it be, she had bin better won it with some other dance then the old one: but she has hard measure me thinks, not to be allowed an Aduocate; for alas, what can a woman say for her self in such a case?

Fer.

Dost thou thinke an Aduocate can handle it better?

Cor. Yes, if he haue a feeling of the businesse. Fer. Away Traytor. Enter the Duke, Iudges, Raymond, with others, the forme of a Court. Iudge. Bring forth the prisoner, place her at the Barre. Enter Dorigen plac'd at the Barre. Iudge. Reade the Inditement. Clarke.

Dorigen Ebroistene, daughter to Guide Ebroisten, in the Prouince of Mysen Gentleman; and by the grace and fauour of our Soueraigne Lord Duke of •… axonie made Duchesse, atainted of high Treason, by commitring Adultery with one Dorilns Traohesse, a priuate Gentleman of the same Prouince of Mysen, who by good and sufficient witnesse (beside her own shamelesse confession to the Duke himselfe) is here iustly accused, and indited of the fact; yet the Duke out of his most gratious clemencie, desirous of a direct and lawfull proceeding, admitteh the sayd Dorigen—daughter to the aforesayd Guido—to answer for her selfe, and wisheth with all his soule (such is his infinite affection to her, that she could cleere her selfe of the crime. So Heauen and the Iustices of her cause defend her!

1 Iudg.

Speake Lady, free and fearelesse, what can you say?

Dor. Nothing but that I do desire to die, For it is sin enough that the Duke thinks I am guilty of the fact, all the Clemency That you can, shew me or I do desire, Is to condemne me quickly. Ray. That I must speake it grieues me in a cause, Which I cud wish neuet had presidence, As it hath had too often, alas that I Who do bleede inward, to behold this woman Falne by a sin equall to Lucifer. From her cleere Heauen where she stood a sta •… , Mouing in his armes as her proper Orbe, That I shud see this woman as I say. Who had she bin a fixed one, had neuer Shot from her sphere, but as an exhalation, Drawne by the attractiue vertue of the Sun, Appeares a glorious star yet wanting matter. To maintaine his lustre, shoots forth his flame: And drops from whence it came vnto a Dunghill, So was this woman rais'd and so she fell: That so much Beauty which was giuen for Honour, And did aduance her to it, shud cause shame, Who can tell whether this be the first man, That she hath sind withall, since vsually, Many faults are committed ere one found, She promised the fellow of her lust, Vpon condition to make that: And what was it? A Garland: A Garland of all flowers, Of what effect who knowes, or to what purpose, Both being as certaine as the thing it selfe, How or from whence it came nay more then this; She was so impudent to tell the Duke, And tell him she had sworne, which the immodests, And most professed Strumpet neuer wud: What name of shame is to be giuen this woman, That wud thus lewdly suffer the wild tongue, Proclay me performance of so vild a deede, And vnto him she knew did loue her so, She might perhaps by her beauty and her teares, Or both together stir compassion, In many here, and in the Duke himselfe, B •… t when her crime shall be remembred, A crime so beyond mercy being done, Vnto a Prince; and such a Prince as he is, What can I lesse inspire me all ye powers? That thought me worthy of authority Then without pitty to condemne this woman. 1. Iudg. The case is too apparant. Ray. Is it not graue Fathers. 2 Iudg. Yes indeede it is, I was almost asleepe. Ray. Ye all do know, all ye that know the Law, VVho pardoneth the offender doth commit, An offence equall with him that doth punish, The harmelesse innocent then she must dye, I grieue to speak't and am so charitable, To wish that her reproach may dye with her. Duke I thanke thee for the last speech, it was well, O that she now cud speake and cleere her selfe. But proceede, giue sentence, if she stay long, And I stand by a witnesse of her teares, Sheele weep her selfe guiltlesse and innocent, Therefore go on. Doril. Stay. Duke. Whose that? 1 Iudg. I know not. Ray. Whence come that voyce. Cor. Out of the clouds I thinke, For no man dares owne it. Duke. Go forward and giue sentence. Doril. Stay I say. 1 Iudg. It spoke againe. 2 Iudg. It came by my Eare. Fer. The Court is troubl'd. Doril. Heare me ye ministers of Iustice, And thou Patron of it and Truth, That comes to you for succour, and for safety. Duke. Keepe your places, for let it be the Diuell I will heare him; and hearing shall determine Whether he be a spirit of Truth or Lies. Doril. The All preseruer that guards Innocence, And often lets it pine, but neuer perish, Can raise a voice from stones, or trees, or windes, To pleade the cause that neds no Eloquence. What hath this Lady done that here you bring her Vnto a Barre of shame? It ist for being vertuous, Because she hath bin constant to her Lord: But some haue cald her chastitie in question, That neuer had a sparke in their owne Breasts, And haue possest the Duke from his owne thoughts, That she must needs be bad because they are so. Has euery woman so much wit to hide That fault especially? and had not shee, Who is the mirror of of her sexe for that, More then for Beauty? But she told the Duke She had offended in an idle promise, And that's obiected to her for a crime; A peece of impudence vnparalleld. When had she meant to haue wrong'd her royall Lord, She wud haue lockt the secret in her heart, And set her face with smiles, beaten with kisses Suspition from his bosome; but she discouered The guist, the giuer, and the vow that bought it. Who ist not knowes, dishonestie consisteth In the deed done, not in the spoken word? And she imagining the deed in which She imployed the doer, neuer to be done, And so the wickednesse. Let me not be thought tedions Nor be offensiue, if I bring to minde The meeting of those two, how she reuealed, That you great Duke consented to the fact, Encourag'd her vnto't, and led her on, If she had bin a villaine to her death. But he looking on her, and seeing in her eyes, The image of faire Vertue how it wept, Gaue backe her vowes, and freed her from his heart, In that shape first she stood, but againe plac'd her As his most roy all mistresse, and your wife. Duke. Excellent voyce go on, for I coud stand A tedious winter but to heare thee talke. Cor. So coud not I without a rug Gowne. Doril. It hath bin still a maxime, she's not chast That hath not bin attempted, but she who hath stood Temptation, and resisted. Gold is the purer For being tryde; and Vertue put in act, Appeares more glorious, when it hath wrought it selfe Out of those troubles which would stifle it. Heauen was assaulted by the Giants once, Which shewd Ioues powre the greater: the pensiue soule Fighting with sin, the diuell, and with death, After the victory, triumphs and sings Eternally amongst the blessed Angels, Crown'd with perpetuall Peace and happinesse: But she for being vertuous must die, For conquering her affections, for louing Sincerely, and effectually, her Lord; For hauing not the cunning to dissemble, But for being Simple, Chast, and Innocent, Iust, Noble, Beautious, Excellent in all, Saue what no common woman wud haue mist. For this, and for this onely she must die. Duke No, she must liue; and all the world must die, To me, before a haire of her shall perish. O I haue wrong'd thy goodnesse, now I see't; who was before made blind with iealousie, The heauens take thy part, and wunnot suffer So much of worthinesse to fall at once, Lest nothing here but wickednesse abound. Ray. Sir, will you heare me, Duke Away, I will heare nothing but her Angels voice, And that which spoke for her, which was no lesse, It held such musicke in it, besides Truth. Wipe from thine eyes those teares; let Messengers Be sent to find the Earle my father forth, And bring him backe to the Court, there to receiue Of vs his dignities and fauours trebled; I am new fram'd againe. Afflictions mee •… , And mingling with our ioyes, make them more sweet. Exit. Cal. I donnot like this. Ran. Nor I. (with you. Ber. Faire one, pray stay, your brother wud speake Iul. Sir, you may command me, and for his sake, To th'vtmost of my powre, I am bound to you. O my deare brother, how you ioy my soule To see you vp againe, in health, and lusty? Dor. Place your thanks here kind sister, for to his skill. Next vnder Heauen, it must be attributed. Iul I do know it brother, and do thanke him. Heartily thanke him, and the Duches shall, That owes him equally as much as we, Thanke him a better way. Ber. No Lady, your thanks payes me really, And I will neuer looke for better pay, Nor take, then comes from you; pray looke vpon me, And see if you can fasten your affection Vpon a man so vnworthy as my selse. Iul. Sir you are worthy of a better choyce, But let me for your owne sake thus aduise you, If you haue entertaind any such thought, (As I hope you are wiser) to part with it; For trust me, this poore heart I carry here, Is not mine owne; I do but walke with it, And keepe it for another: pray no more Sir, Brother farewell, I shall be wanting to the Duches. Exit Lan. Lost it, it cannot be. Doril. Now talking with you, plucking off this gloue, It fell out of my hand. Lan. Seeke good Sir. Enter Fred. Fred. And do we see the golden dayes againe? Does honor once more Court vs? then looke vp. Looke vp my friends I say, and see your Lord Double and treble guilt; his happinesse Hatcht, and inlaide, not to be worne out with T •… e. What do you looke for? Lan. A Iewell we haue lost. Fred. A Iewell, let it be hang'd, Ile giue you euery one Iewels a peece, shall ouer value it, There's not a friend I haue, but shall haue stones, As faire and weighty as the Turke hath any, And Concubines like him, though not so many. Ye shall good Doctor, thou art so melancholly. Lan. Come, let it alone. Doril. How? let it alone. Lan. Yes, for lost it cannot be, if any finde it, When I am pleas'd to haue it, I will send A messenger shall fetch it with a vengeance. Prythy forbeare, and let vs heare my Lord. Fre.

Gentlemen what will yee doe? will yee come to Court, and be grac't by me, will you be Knights or Officers, Gentlemen vshers, or of the Bedchambe •… ? speake what youle be whilst I am i'the giuing vaine, and you are so.

Lan. Weele waite on you tomorrow my good Lord. Fre. You blew Bottle Basket hilt I talke not to you, And th'other two are stupid, now I thinke on't: Dorilus you were best leaue the Court; a man Suspected once, is very sildome found In his heart that suspects him to be sound: There ye haue a touch of my Policy, farewell. Doril. Farewell my Lord. Fre. Thinke on't. Passing by spies the Ring. Dor. Ile warrant you. Fre. Whats this? A ring: that i'st and trust me, A very pleasing one vnto the eye, Some Lady lost it, for whose sake ile weare it, Vntill I find a challenger, it may he Twas lost a purpose and here dropt for me. Exeunt
ACTVS QVARTVS.
Scena Prima. Enter Fredericke. Fre.

Am I mad or drunke or the people, both: and blind too I thinke. For let me come vp to them neuer so neere, talke neuer so loud, gripe them neuer so hard, they see mee not stare and gape, as if I were in the aire, and aske, where are you. If wee were out of fauour, I should neuer wonder at it, but being Restord, and in greater grace then euer, it somewhat troubles me: zfoote, and a Lord cannot be acknowledgd, what will be come of poore Gentlemen: heere come a couple, and sober as I take it, Ile try if they haue not lost their eye-sight.

Enter Ferdinando, and Cornelius.
Cor. But that you iustifie ir so vehemently, I shud not a beleeu'd it: Lost againe. Ferd. Againe, and sent to prison, her father Banishd the Court againe, and all his honors, Tooke againe from him, and from's sonne, And alls againe as it was, and if not worse, Ferd.

Nay then my admirations at an end. I remember no body wud know me last time. But these are a couple of honest fellowes, and yet they serue a Lord, if any body haue vse of their eyes these will. By your leaue Gentlemen, did you see the yong Lord Fredericke.

Cor. Wher's he that askt that question? Fer. Zfoote I cannot see him, yet heard him plaine, Cor. The inuisible voyce is come againe, Fer. I beleeue so, Fre.

People are blind, thats certaine——looke how they stare—I donnot thinke there was euer any such thing in the world as an eye, a seeing eye. I know Taylors needles haue eyes, and Cheeses, but a discerning eye, that's the eye I wud encounter with.

Enter Callow and Ranoff.
Cal.

It did me more good then my dinner, I protest, to see her transported to prison againe.

Ran.

And so it did me I protest, for her brothers sake my Lord Fredericke Fadoudle.

Cal.

I wonder he is not taken yet, heele Fadoudle at the Gallowes, I beleeue when so ere he is, for I told the Duke what a sawcy companion he was.

Fre. I will requite your kindnesse instantly, Cal. How now, whats that? Fre. Will you too Coxcombs neuer be vncoupl'd, Ran. Who was that my Lord? Cal. Nay, I know not: Fre. Who was that then? Cal. Who was that said, who was that? Fre. Marry it was I Sir, Cal. You, who are you? Fre. One that'le bestow alittle paines with you, Ran.

Pray knock there no more my friend, thats the back gate, your best goe about.

Frede.

I will doe so, and wipe your Noses for you.

Ran.

I'd rather you wud let it alone, vnlesse you had a finer handkerche •…

Cal.

Tis the spirit of some Porter, and wipes her with his Frock.

Ranoff. Soones Ile not indure this: Ile draw first. Cal. And so will I. Why do you not draw? Cal. Harke, the voyce askt why we do not draw. Ran.

I, I heard it, but Ile be hangd before Ile draw for that trick.

Cal.

And so will I to—See yonders a company of Gentlemen, lets flye to them for succour: Are you walking.

Cor. Yes Sir. Cal. Wee'd be glad of your company. Ran.

Heers an inuisible voyce followes vs in the likenesse of I know not what-

Cal.

And playes vpon vs like a Flute backward, and forward.

Fer.

We hard a voyce indeede but felt no touch of any thing.

Cal.

No, It may be you are valiant and wud strike againe, but we are tender hearted, and ten to one, but it knowes as much.

Cor.

Why if youle walke our way, wee will guard you.

Cal. Yes sir, your way is ours now how euer. Fre.

Well I am lost I see, theres no hope that euer I shall be seen againe of mortalls; I walke i'th •… clouds; But that the other two before these, and before them others, could not perceiue me, I should thinke I had with beating made the last paire cast a mist before their owne eyes, Iubia and my Lord of mischiefe with his two Faces Winter and Summer.

Enter Raymond and Iulia.
Ray. Sweete Iulia kisse me. Fre.

Ah you old whooremaster is the signe in Scorpio with you.

Ray. Thou seest my power, how with a breath I turne. And wind the Duke any way I please, In spight of all those words wasted in aire: I pluct the D •… tchesse from his armes againe, The only starre of court, more then a Dutchesse, Which is to be my Mistresse. Fre. Say you so, Ile master you anon. Ray. Prithy looke vp and smile vpon me. Iuli. Pray away. Ray.

Come I haue word sufficient nor will any longer be kept of thus weary of delay, I meane to worke y •… u.

Iule Lay ofy our wicked hands. Adders and Scorpions shall as soone imbrace me, Shall my deare mistris that equally laments: My aduers Fate, which heeres if not about it. And in her teares lies bath'd, breaking her sigh •… : Into as many pieces, as if she striud To number vp her sins, which are no more, Then will make truth appeare that she must sin, And shall I throw away all thought of her, That altogether thinks of Heauen and me, Whom hourely she solicites and ascends, And calls me along with her in her Prayers, Shall I forget this Lady, and to lust Prostrate my selfe to him that workes her ruine. First, may Heauen point me out, his marke •… or veng •… ance. And I vnable to auoyd the stroake. Be rent and torne as Thunder doth an Oake, Ray. Stay—you are too wilfull. Iul. Is that all? Ray.

Here me——I will speake what shalbe liking to thee. Prythy come backe; so well I doe perceiue thou lou'st the Duchesse, that her affliction's thine.

Iul. They are. Ray. Canst thou cast off griefe with her releasement? If I shall bring her sound vnto the Duke, In euery circumstance, and fixe her sure: Nay set her one staire higher then she was, And make him honor what before he admir'd. Wilt thou then make a passage for my loue, And open me away into thy heart? Iul. I will. Ray. Wilt th •… giue me a kisse vpon the premisses. Fre.

Ile giue you a kisse anon, in your good father the Diuels name.

Ray. I hold heauen in my armes, and all the ioyes: Wut thou be iust to me? Iul. As you are vnto me; for if you proue The master of your word, I wilbe ouer mine the mistres, And though it be a iewell I esteeme, I neuer saw how I coud part with it better. Ray.

Another kisse, and go and promise vnto all thy friends, and to the Duchesse selfe, her liberty.

Fre. You are a villaine. Ray. Ha. Fre. You are damn'd. Ray. What voyce is that? Iul. I heard none. Fre. I will cut your throate. Ray. Cut my throate. Fre.

I, your Weason pipe, your Gullet, this vngodly Gullet.

Ray. Swoones it pincht me by the throate. Fre. Your best crie out murder. Ray.

This is another voice allied to that which pleaded for the Duchesse, but not the same, and it is meerely Witchcraft. I feare thee not Dinell, or Diuels mate, friend or acquaintantance.

Iul. Who do you talke to? Ray. A scuruie voice, I know not, nor do care for, An yet it troubles me, I cannot see The thing that sets it going. Be you Carefull and constant. In the afternoone Come to my lodging, I will haue the Duke there And you shalbe a witnesse of my w •… ing. And of the subtill proiects I haue laid, To execute your wishes, till then farewell. Iul. Farewell. Ray. A poxe vpon thee what so ere thou art. Fred. 'Twill come home. Ray. Shew thy selfe and be the Prince of Diuels, Ile not feare thee. Fred.

No, the great Diuell and you are all one, which shewes I am no Diuel; for if I were, I durst not thus abuse

Ray. What art? (thee. Fred.

A pleasant fellow Sir, and one of the noble Science, for looke you Sir, ther's a Venie.

Ray. O, Swoones he has stabd me. Fred.

No Sir no, I am a blunt fellow, & so my weapon; nay I wonnot leaue you thus.

Exit after Ray.
Doril. Here's my sister, but very sad me thinks: How now Iulia, why so disconsolate. Iul. O brother we are vndon: All's out of ioynt againe As much or rather more then euer. Dor. How? Iul. The Duke's in old fit, and the poore Princesse Clapt vp close prisoner, looke to your selfe Or you are lost. (me Dori. Be it so; for life is wearisome sister, do you loue Iul. Why shud you aske a question so friuolous. Dori. Do you? Iul. You know I do. Dori.

Shew it then; for till you satisfie me in my request, I shall make doubt of it.

Iul Pray speake it. Dori. Here's a Gentleman to whom I owe, More then my parents gaue me, more then If Fortune shud looke vp and smile, Proue a prodigall in fauors to me; And I shud liue to take 'hem with this hand, And with this, pay it as due Tribute vnto him See how he languishes, can take no rest, No foode, but thoughts which nourish him, And sighs againe for you, drinkes his owne teares, And weeps them forth again, yet does not cal you cruel, Pray speake to him. Iul. Why alas? brother I did tell this man How hopelesse I was, prayd him to desist, And make some better choyce. Ber. You did Lady, but I must die first. Iul. Why if you be so desperate a louer, That you will die for me, thinke me the like, That I can die as well for him I loue. Ber. You were good company to go to heauen with. Lan. I, but if either of you go that way, you take An ill course in your iourney. Doril. Haue you then plac'd your heart on any man Iul Yes beleeue me, though I haue made no noyse Wi •… h sighs, able to blow vp mountaines. Doril. What is he? Iul. One that you prais'd your selfe into my heart, Although his youth and feature need no Orator. Doril. I praysd! Iulia you wrong me. Iul. By Cupids selfe I donnot. Doril. Name him. Iul. 'Tis an vnreasonable request in you, But yet to shew I am not asham'd of him, It is yong Bernard. Ber. Who Lady? pray speake that name againe. Iul. Yong Bernard. Ber. Bernard la Vere. Iul. The same. Puls of his disguisd Haire. Ber. I thanke you. Doril. Nay Sister, once you are catcht. Lan. But in no worse trap then her louers Armes Ber. Nor shall you euer be asham'd of him, nor yet Repent you, for he will loue as faithfully As you, and liue and die with you. Iul. There is no giuing backe, welcome my loue, And in a time that I did wish for thee; Yet I shall startle you and trie your temper: aside. For since I haue found away how to infranchise My poore afflicted mistresse, Ile be pleasant. Ber. I neuer thought before, a man might be In heauen and not know it, as to haue a dwelling In your heart and be ignorant of the blisse, Is little lesse. Iul. O but my Bernard, we do neuer meete With any happinesse, but some kinde of mischiefe Mingles still with it, yet tis more or lesse, As you shall make of it, if you might take me now: Why, I were worth your loue, for I am yet; (I did not lye much, if I said a Virgin) But without blushing I dare say a Mayde. Ber. It is not to be doubted. Iul. But it is to be lost. Lan. That is not to be doubted neyther. Iul. But not on him, for so it is not lost, To deale directly with you, I cannot bring, That thing call'd maiden head, for it is promis'd. And if you cannot loue me without that, Deale plainely then with me, as I with you, And I will looke out for another man: Another handsome man a Citizen. That shall make much of me, and not a whit, Loue me the worse for want of such a trifle. Ber. I know sweete Iulia you were euer merry, And not beyond a Maydens modesty. But this is very strange, Enter Frederick Fre. But not so strange as true, I am a witnesse of it, She has giuen away her mayden head to the Diuell, For an old whooremaster is little better. Dori. That is Fredericks voice. Fre. But as she said 'tis but a trifle: a cold Comodity A man may buy at some time of the yeere Like Cowcumbers, at any time for a small Ring, A Pursse, or a payre of Gloues, for so your country Wenches part with them, your Citty for an Apple. Lan. Ther's none if you see him. Dori. Not I. Lan. He has found the Ring. Dori. Very likely. Lan.

Nay most certaine, and let him keepe it, for being ignorant in the vertue of it, it may be some sport to vs to heare him chase being lost to all mankind.

Fre. Doctor thou drop'st. Ber. The diuell what art thou, I see thee not. Fre. No more, thou shalt him that does cucklod thee. Lan. Thats true, wh •… lst he enioyes the inuisible Ring. Iul.

O you are a stoute louer to be deiected thus, for such a vanitie as a Maidenhead is, you'd ill endure to haue your wife run away with another man two or three yeere together, and afterward brought home, and againe accepted with Suppers and with Trumpets.

Lan. A plagy smart wench. Iul. But since it is so estimate a Iewell, Come my Barnard w'eele not part with it, But lay our heads together how to preserue it. (going out, he calls, Fre. Why but do you heare, shall I be lost thus Will none of you acknowledge me, Iulia, Doctor Dorilus. Dori. Frederick by the voice. Fre.

And Frederick by flesh and bloud as good as any man or woman wud desire, feele me else.

Dori. I do feele a hand. Fre. And yet perceiue no body. Dori. Right. Fre.

Right, but by your leaue all is not right; either your eies are drawn aside, or my bodie is taken assunder, and nothing left certaine of mee but a hand and a voice, mas heere comes Smirke, Ile try the strength of his eiesight.

Land.

I beseech you stay, heere is a promise of some mirth.

Enter Smirke with seuer all pots of colours.
Fre. Smirke well met. Smi. Not so my friend, well ouertaken you may say, But I am in hast, therefore farewell.

What are there rubs in the aire, 'tis some little dandiprat, that I ouerrun, and ten to one he has broke his Nose against my Pipkin, Where art thou?

Fre. Heere. Smi. Heere, where is that heere. Fre.

What has he got tro there painting: that it is, since you know me not, Ile bestow a little paines to picture you, that the best friend you haue, shall hardly take acquaintance of you.

Smi.

A Pox of these Flyes, theile neuer leaue sweete Mutton, but my friend, my friend, hees gone poore felfellow againe.

Fre. Tis strange you know not me. Smi. I shud know that voyce. Fre. You shud do so, if you wud call your selfe to mind Smi.

My yong master Frederick and quondam Lord where are you?

Fre. Heere man heere. Smi.

Something plaies with my Nose I beleeue tis my whisking Muschatus, now I am come i'the wind.

Fre, What dost thou do with this painting Smirk? Smi.

Marry I meane to liue by it and purpose to set vp my old trade againe. Fre. Thy old trade, what's that?

Smi.

Why a Stainer, I haue hir'd a Shop not far from Court. And I haue painted the most horrible things that many men know not what to make of them, I drew Hercules a great while a goe in the likenes of a man, and now euery one saies he lookes like a Lion. Then I drew Acteon hunted with his owne dogs, & they say 'tis like a Citizen pursu'd with Seriants.

Fre.

Why, but canst thou draw any thing into proportion?

Smi.

Can I draw any thing into proportion; why, I will presently draw you backward or forward, a limb, twoo'd do you good to behold it.

Fre.

And thou beest so good a workeman, thou shalt draw my Picture.

Smi.

I wud be glad to see your face in, if it please you to come out of the Cloud.

Frede.

Well Smirke, pray for me, I am a man, but in this world I haue small store of mony, and therfore cannot reward thee as I wud, but hold thee, giue mee thy hand, I can see to take thee by it, ther's a Ring, 'twill yeeld thee somewhat.

Smi.

I thanke you sir, it will serue to exchange for a Corrall for my sonne and heire when I haue him.

Lan. Now step out altogether and salute him. All Good Senior you are welcome to the light, Fre. To the light: why, do you perceiue me now? Dori. As plaine as the earth we tread on. Fre. Whers Smirke? Smi. Here I am Sir. Fre. VVhere, come neere me, O the Ring, the Ring, Giue me my Ring againe, I find the vertue, Smi Nay, soft, so play fooles, nothing is surer then gift. Fre. Come neere me that I may touch thee. Smi.

I know what the Prouerbe saies, touch me and take me, and therefore I will keepe aloft, Zfoote hee is strucken put blind, hee gropes like a young Nouice, the contrarie way. What •… re these blind too?

Fre. Good Gentlemen helpe me to lay hold of him. Lan. Lay hold of whom. Fre. Of Smirke. Land. Smirke, why he is gone. Fre. No, he is heere, I smell the oyly Rascall. Smi.

They are all blind, or else I walke invisible, Ile try that presently.

Kisses Iulia.
Iul. How now? Smi.

Nothing but a Flesh-flye forsooth lighted vppon your lips, the place is full of hem—Some-body has sprinckled inuisible Virgins water vpon me for I doe goe insensible. Heere comes the two Egges, I shall goe neere to crack their Crowes, for the last abuse, but walking as I doe, I will find out a better reuenge.

Enter Callow and Ranoff.
Cal.

Sirrah I thinke it was much heereabout that we met with the taking voyce that kickt vs?

Ran. Twas indeed. Smi.

I wud kick you againe, but that I haue Cornes on my Toes, I will only pencill you now. And because you haue so much knauery and want colour sor't I will begin with Orange tawny.

Call. What was that? Ran. What, Cal. Someting crost my Nose. Ran. A Dore, a Dore, the fields are full of them. Smi. I'le giue you the Dore too. Ran. There was another wip't me in the same place. Smi. Cause you are a Knight, you shall beare a Crosse Ran. How now? Zfoote I thinke some Bird has wraid in my eye. Cal. No tis nothing but the dew falls I thinke. A Poxont, I am paid againe. Ran. There are some gadflies sure abroad, lets make away. Another wipe first. Cal. Ha, ha, ha. Ran. Why do you laugh my Lord? ha, ha, ha. Smi. Nay, Ile put in too, for my ha, ha, ha, ha. This is a three mans laughter. Cal. But why do you laugh my Lord? ha, ha. Ran. ha, ha, Pray why do you laugh my Lord? Cal. For nothing, for nothing, come prithie lets goe. Ran. I pray lets goe, ha ha, Smi. I am glad I haue made you merry. Fre.

Where art thou? So deare I loue thee for this peece of knauery that I could kisse thee, prithy let me kisse thee

Smi. No, no, kissing, I do bristle too much. Fre. Ile giue thee another Ring. Smi.

No no, no more Rings, I shall thinke my selfe an Alderman, and grow proud then.

Lan. Come let him alone with it. Smi.

If you know any Ladie that deales in complexion you may doe me a kindnesse to acquaint her that Smirke the seruingman is turn'd a Painter.

Scena Tertia. Enter Frederick, Cornelius and Carolus, Cor. How now Carolus, how do's my Lord? Caro. Troth scuruely, as a Lord may do in his case. Fer. Why how i'st man? Caro.

Wicked, wicked, extreme wicked, he cannot say his Praiers.

Fer. Why? is he speechlesse. Cor.

What a Pox is that to the purpose, has he made his will.

Caro.

Yes, And in his will he doth will and command that you two shall be whipt, and that he has bequeathed you for your legacy.

Cor.

Let him bestow it vpon his friends, we can liue without it.

Fer.

But prithee sirrah, tell vs the manner of his sicknes which was wondrous strange and suddaine.

Caro.

Why how shoud I know more then you, I am none of his Phisician.

Cor.

They say but be it spoken in priuate that a Rat hants him, is it so? thou canst tell.

Fer. A Rat, a pox of a Rat, Zbloud I heard otherwise. Cor. Well, lets heare what hast thou heard. Fer.

Marry Sir that the Neopolitan Canker has searcht into his bones: and he lies buried in vleers, stincks so that without perfumes, nobody is able to abide him. But mum mum, not a word of this I speake, it is amongst fellowes and friends.

Caro.

Tis well you do so, for otherwise your legacies wud be bestowd vpon you, a yard or two of whipcord is no great cost, and the executors wud goe to the charge, Zbloud what Rascalls are you to vtter this, you are the inuenters of it.

Fer. Not I by this hand, I heard mine at my Barbers, Cor. And I heard mine at the Apothecaries. Car.

Why heers the misery of great men, they cannot scape the slaunders of their slaues looke you yonder goes one of the Doctors, you were best (to be better satisfied) •… quier of him.

Fer. Not I, I loue not to be inquisitue. Enter a Docter. Doct. Wher's any of my Lords Gentlemen there. Cor. Heer's a Leash of vs Sir. Doct.

One of you must instantly take horse, and ride to Doct or Lopez, and bring him hither with all speede that may be: his counsell is wanting, and it concernes your Lords life, therefore make hast, and tell him so to: Tell him the Duke will else be heere before him; from whom, if so it happen, he will receiue a check.

Caro. we shall sir, we shall. Fer. The Duke, why is the Duke sent for? Caro Yes, & has sent word he will be heere immediatly. Fer.

Ber Lady Sir, then tis to be thought the dangers more then euery Ague brings, & t'will go hard with him.

Caro. Why make not you more hast then to the doctors? Fer. I make more hast, why do's not he or you? Caro. I, why I was not bidden. Fer. Nor I. Caro. Why, nor I, more particular then you. Fer. But you must goe that answered. Caro. Why you may goe as well as I that answered. Fer. By this Aire not I. Caro. By this Earth nor I. Cor.

By this Aire, Earth, Fire and Water too, not I: zbloud I get no more then you, and why shud I then?

Caro.

This is very well, suppose my Lord for want of this same Doctor now shall die.

Cor. Why, what can I helpe it. (you. Car. Why you may by fetching him. Cor. And so may Caro. And so may he. Fer. And so may you. Caro. I care not, nay do as you please. Fer. Why, nor I neither. A Bed thrust out, Enter Lady the old Lord, some other Lady and Aliens. Cor. Zfoote he shifts his Rome, Ile not be seene. Fer. Byr Lady Sir nor I. Ray. Who went for Lopez? Car. Ferdinand my Lord. Ray. Is he not come yet? Car. No my Lord, nor gone yet I beleeue. Ray. Oh, my bloud boyles, as if the Sunne Had darted all his beames into my intrailes. Short shot my soule, and like the shaft Shot by great Hercules, flie till thou break'st, Or else, strike through the body of the Sun, And fixe thy selfe in heauen a brighter Starre. What shall I do? Is there no powre in Physicke? Swoones are you dumbe, Doctors can you not talke, Though you do nothing else? Doct. Alas my Lord; we know not what to say. Ray. Why then you might a said, that you can say, That you know nothing, but your owne Priuiledge, to kill vnpunish'd; yet are you apt When Nature workee her selfe, to assume it yours. O my torment, when wut thou cease? get you gone, Impostures as you are, and cousen people That haue faith in you; for I haue found No Art, but Voice among you. Car. A way Phisitians, go; my Lord thinks ye are fooles, And so do I: Therefore begon, begon. Ray. Is not the Duke come yet? Car. No my good Lord; but here are the Diuines. Ray. They ase verie welcome. Bishops. How does your Lordship? Ray.

Wondrous well satisfied in any point touching my saluation: onely one burden on my conscience lies, for the Duke himselfe to take away.

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Caro. The Duke is come. Ray. Then all the rest I pray depart the roome. Duke How is it man? Ray.

Cheerefull, wondrous cheerefull, all this whole day I felt not such a minute.

Duke

Be comforted good Raymond, me thinkes I see another age of life yet shine in thee, your eie is quick and sprightly, death doth not shew himselfe in any part.

Ray.

Your grace is a good comforter, and your sight blowes vp this sparke of life to such a light which is but as a twinckling before death.

Therefore I do beseech your Maiesty, As in this life and after death you'le stand, In history to the last houre of Time, A iust religious Prince to which I know, In your owne inclination you aspire, Euen for the Dukedomes peace, O—your pardon: My breath I find will faile me,—your pardon Duke. And quickly speake it; or I shall not heare you.
Duke

What, what shal I pardon? good Raymond speake, I gather by thy speech thou wouldst vnfold, somthing of consequence; you must not part thus with me, therefore good Raymond speake, borrow a little time of death, and I will pay it back out of my life: deare Raymond donnot leaue me thus vnsatisfied, for if you doe, Ile follow you to learne it.

Ray. O I haue wrong'd you. Duke Neuer, neuer good Raymond. Ray. By that strong power which raises me I haue, And lends me breath to vtter it; and this Ladie, Where is she and the Princesse all of ye, For when you first began your iealousie, Vpon a small presumption, I as apt. And suddaine as your selfe in feare to find, The issue of a Prince which Heauen aduert, So basely bastardize, held vp your thought, Told you of former and familiar tricks, In the like nature I had seene betweene them, Which I protest was then out of my care, That such a thing might be, rather then any crime, That euer I knew she was guilty of, Send for her therefore, and condemne your rash False suppositions, and pardon mine, That grew but out of yours, but once being growne, It spred into more branches then your owne, Duke What is thy purpose. Ray. Religious as the Churches which is, To cleare all doubts and present Truth, In her owne Garments, to protect innocence, And from her white hand lift her out of slanders, Duk. By which you wud inferre my Dutchesse honest Ray. By all the best hopes of a dying man, This being a time not to iest breath away. There does not liue this daie in Christedome, A Queene nor anie woman through the world, More trulie vertuous, and as I speake truth, So may I faile or find it. Duke Whether my ioies are sensuall or immortall, I cannot say but surely I do feele, And stand on such a change as if my soule, Were melted into bloud, or my bloud turnd. To soule which lights, me vp fresh Tapers, Whose instructiue beames direct me to the Hart Of my deare Dutchesse, where chastity I find, Hath built her temple—within there. Enter Dutchesse. Attend. My Lord. Duke. Here, take my Signet, deliuer it to Lord Lodwicke, command him bring the Duchesse, And waite vpon her hither, withall the speed And diligence his dutie can performe. Att.

I shal my Lord, and as I'm one of the honest men I am glad to heare it.

Enter Iulia.
Duke

O noble Ladie, how shall I look thy mistres i'the face, that blush at sight of thee? prithie stand by me, and imbolden me, bee my Genius, prompt mee what I shall say, or the Scean's spoild; I shalbe out, my tongue doth falrer for ioy conceiu'd of her great goodnes, for griefe of her much iniurie.

Iul. As in the fiction, Giants make war with heauen, But are strooke dead, so malice may strike at Vertue; But at last, I see the blow will light where it began. Welcome my Roiall mistresse, and I hope Vnto more comfort, then euer yet the Saxon Court affoorded, it beares the likeliest face Vpon vs now. Enter the Duchesse Duke Why do you kneele to me? the slanderer Ought to aske pardon of the slandred, My owne Law teaches it. Pray do you rise, Or I will neuer thinke my selfe forgiuen. Duck.

Nay now my Lord I feare you sent for mee to mocke me.

Duke God and all good men at my greatest need Requite me with a mocke, if I meane any. O let me now expire, and be the happie messenger To sing this newes to heauen, such and so great. Ray. So happie reconcilements make the Angels, Treade the bright ring, and from the ordred spheares, Strikes heauenly musicke to all earthly eares: Giue me your royall pardon and remit me, The hand of death lies cold and weighty on me, And what is he but must sinke vnder it, Therefore goe exercise your ioyes where griefe, May not be heard to expresse her selfe in teares, For sorrow still sings loud vnto our eares, Dor. O my Lord, Ray. Deare Princes speake no more, I know your hart, But as you loue my quiet, leaue me to it, For I do find an enclination to Rest and sleepe, and perhaps my last. Duke. Come then lets leaue him sicknesse is froward, And one while company is pleasing to it, Another while offensiue, Raymond farewell, Heauen to his mercy take or restore thee. Roy. Good Duke I thanke thee, let me kisse thy hand, And yours best Dutchesse, and Lady yours,—so Now if you will be gone, you may, Sicknesse knowes no manners. Duke Wee'le trouble you no longer Raymond. Ray. Why I thanke you, and all good lighten on you. But not stay—Carolus. Caro. My Lord. Ray. Are they all forth the roome? Caro. Yes my Lord. Ray. Actiue as fire I spring out of my graue then, And will see some before me e're I dye, That are more fit for Earth and Heauen then I, Fetch me some water, and a cup of wine, Ile drinke my owne health and my lust shall pledge it, Do I beare earth about me, sure I donnot; For in this extasie, I haue no feeling, No vse of feete, but ride and racke i'th Aire, Like a black Cloud, holding in his hand lightning, And in this a tempest, giue me, and goe And vnderstand the cause of Iulias stay, It puts me into doubts and she shou'd goe Away now with the Queene and cheat my hopes, I haue made a sickmans plot of it, But Iulia is Religious in her vowes, Knowes what it is to sweare, and what to breake 'hem. How now villaine, why returnd without her? Caro. Why she is gone my Lord. Ray. Be thoug on to then, and after her and fetchher, And bring her to me, or lay downe thy duty, And let me neuer see it in a face, Or an officious leg againe presented, Zoones are you scraping there when I forbid you. Caro. Alas my Lord. Ray. My Lord, my Loggerhead, begon. Enter Iulia. Caro.

O Maddam, you come like to the Halcion, and bring faire weather with you.

Ray. Thou art my truth, and I will studdy thee, No more shall misbeliefe enter my thoughts: For thy Idea standing in my heart, As in a Temple shall fright all false suggestions, To the Tartars. Giue me instead of Lawrell, For my deed, a sugred kisse, and crowne my ioyes. Iul.

Away you are a villaine, I came back to tell you so: And long life which is a blessing to others, vnto thee's a cursse: thou shame of such a reuerence dost not see, to what a monster lust in thee is growne: at lest in mens immaginations.

A man as old in show as time himselfe, Made vp for counsell like another Nestor: At least in mens imaginations, To be so monstrous Goatishly inclind. O fie my Lord! thinke with your selfe this ill, Prouokes not in the flesh, but in your will: Your bloud moues slow and cold and all the fire, That strikes vp any heat, is in desire: I blush for you, thinke of it.
Ray. Yes i'le thinke of it, but you shall giue me time, And you and I will now goe and consult of it. Iul, Keepe of. Ray. Why you wonnot stab. Iul. Yes to the hart beleeue it. Ray. Why then a combat; look you, I am prouided too Will you yeeld now? Iul. No. Ray. This wud shew handsome on a Stage, An old man and a woman at the point: Beleeue it i'le stab too. Iul. Thy worst: for I will mine, Ray, This is scuruey wooing, Iulia no more. Iul. Farwell then, and repent, Ray. Nay then you stir me, yeeld, or I will force thee. And after pay, thy periury with death, Are you so mannish. Enter Duke, Duchesse and all the rest spectators. Duke Desist vild rauisher. Ray. Ha, the Duke, then rage rise high in me, And add vnto this wickednesse a worse. Enter Bernard with his Ropier drawne. Bar. Villaine, what wilt thou do, keepe of. Ray. O I am lost. Dor. A gaurd. Duk. Cease on the Traitor,—O that those haires, Which are the badge of truth and as I thought, The care of her shud shru'de such villanies, So monstrously betraying and abusing: Away with him to death. Ray. To death. Duk. Yes a cruell and a lasting. Dor. I beseech your grace. Duk. Wilt thou beg for him whom he so hath wronged And which is more, made me the instrument? Dor. Yes, good my Lord his pardon? Duk. Prithee sweete no more, aske any thing but that, Let Law be of no force then in my Land, If I forgiue such Traytors. O where is Dorilus? That innocent and excellent good man: If he be liuing, let him be brought to me That I may honor him, if dead lament, And wash him with my teares, sit on his Hearst And aske forgiue of his gentle spirit, Least it do haunt me being his murtherer. Enter Guido. Guido Iustice, iustice, my Soueraigne. Duke What art thou com'st for iustice? Guido

One that vnder your authority performes it vpon others.

Duke Performe it vpon me for I am a murtherer. Guido My Lord. Duke A murtherer of my friends, of vertuous men, Vertue herselfe did very hardly scape me. Dor. Good my Lord. Duke I must see Dorilus aliue or dead, To view how big the wound was that I gaue him, For I will haue griefe dig one in my brest, As deepe as it is, and as mortall too. Dor. Why heere is Dorrilus. Duke Prayers of Princes fall on thee, dost thou liue To tell me that my sword doth want an edge, But when it strikes offenders, rise Dorilus: And thus vnto thy Mistresse I present thee, As the best Iewell that I haue to giue her, For a true Seruant is of that esteeme. Dor. Sir, I thanke you, but I returne him back, As fittest for your seruice. Fre.

Heeres giuing and taking as if thei'd both be rid of him.

Duke Why I thanke thee, and I receiue him gladly. Now wher's he that wud haue Iustice? Guido Heere my Leige. Duke Against whom wud'st thou haue Iustice? Guido Against the President of Wittembergh. Who falling foule with the learned Landoff Tutor vnto my sonne, is thought by most And of the wisest of the Vniuersity, To haue by some trecherous plot made them away, He nor my sonne hauing bin seene ere since. Lan.

Why heere is Landoff sir, your poore friend in safetie.

Guido Landoff, where is my sonne? Ber. Heere sir, with a daughter to boote. Guido

Now Gods blessing a'thy heart, if thou hast consen'd me thus.

Ber. E'ne thus Sir. Rise with my blessing on you both. Fre.

So they are own'd, no body calls vpon me, nor regards me, nor to say the truth, I regard nobody: the losse of my inuisible Ring has broke my heart, now when I knew the vertue of it, to lose it, and to an ideot, an innocent, that deserues not to vnderstand the vertue of it, what dainty deuices might I haue had in euery Chamber of the Court, seene such a Lord kisse such a Lady the wrong way, such a Knight, lie with his Chambermaid, and his Lady with her Groome, the Vsher with the waiting-Gentlewoman, and the page with all. Phoebus himselfe must a come short of those things, I shud aseen, for one inuisible Ring wud discouer another.

Du. How now, whats the cause of this? why kneele you al? Dor. For that which I ioyne with them too. Lord Raymonds life, banish him the Court, And let him be confin'd to his house i'th country. Duke Thou must not aske twice what I shall deny, Rise, 'tis granted you; see you haue good friends, And a gracious mistresse. Ray. I see't, and shame to see my selfe, How had the Diuell blinded me, I could not See your rare vertues? O let my penitence, Which if it be not zealous, iust heauens strike, That breath into my throat, againe which formes, The words I vtter, and let 'hem strangle me: Let my true penitence I say beget, Another vertue in you, besides mercy, Credulity that I am truly sorry, For the bold mischiefes gainst you and my Prince: A guilty conscience followed by despaire, Light on all Traytors to their Soueraigne, Wants to the extreamst sicknesse without succor, Without all good mans pitty and their prayers, Fall on the slanderers of all your sex: Diseases rot him liuing; dead no graue, But rauenous Fowles, become his sepulcher, His bones kickt vp and downe by his enemies, And charitable men allow of it, Hell and the Diuels, plying him with torments: Bast his black soule, that he may roare so loud: As to the earth crying he heard may be, Who slanders women, may be damnd like men.
ACTVS QVINTVS.
Scena Prima. Enter Ferdinand, and Cornelius. Cor. Will there be such Reuels say you. Fer. Yes, but no words, for it must be kept priuate. Cor.

Priuate, why there are gone out Proclamations, that whosoeuer can by deuice, or any quicke conceits delight the Duchesse, he shall haue correspondent to his qualitie an Annuall stipend besides the fauour of the Duke for euer.

Fer.

Such a thing was talkt of, for the Duke now dotes farre more on the Duchesse then at first; and whatsoere is done, is to delight her.

Cor. 'Tis a better hearing then the old Iealousies. Whats your Lord confin'd to his house i'the conntrie. Fer. Yes. Cor. And how find you your new Lord. Fer.

Very noble, and so doth beare himselfe to euery man, harke, yonders such a colle with the Musirians, the Masquers, and the Dancers, who now are practising.

Cor. Is not the Poet amongst them. Fer. Yes, and which is a miracle a Masquer, The learned, Landoff, who now although he be A professed Acamedian, Has laid aside his grauer waightier studdies, To exercise his skill not yet forgotten, Being brought vp a Page at Court, and practis'd Much in that quallity—Harke I must leaue you, I haue a charge committed to me. Cor. May I not vnder your protection, Behold the sports. Fer. I cannot tell, I will not promise you, For my Lord's very strickt, Ile do my best. Cor. Why I thanke you. Enter Smirke. Smirke

I donnot know how it comes about that I shud bee lost thus; villanous witchcraft will neuer bee left, I am faine to giue ouer my shop, but I had broke; howsoeuer my painting cloath was so rotten, it could not hold together, but the best is, I shall liue like a Gentleman, because I walke inuisible, nay I am not only inuisible to other men, but to my selfe: I went this morning to a looking-Glasse, to be acquainted with this comely countenance, the diuel of countenance there was to be acquainted with; the Glasse seem'd to me like a deepe water, that I began to feele with my hands for feare I might a beene drown'd: But finding my selfe aboue ground, and hunger tumbling like a Porpin in my Maw, and doing the Somerset in my Guts, I smelt a Surloine of Beese hot from the Spit followed the traine close, set in my foote, drew my knife, slic'd me off a Collop, clapt it vpon a penny loafe, went me to a side Table, consum'd it without any body saying much good do you, or the Diuell choake you. Set my lips to a Flagon of Beere, drunke twice with a breath, set it downe againe, tooke it vp againe, and drunke it as dry as a Bisket: so that I perceiue I cannot starue. And for cloathes, 'tis no matter how I go, no body sees me.

Enter Lord Lodwicke.
Lod. Pray giue 'hem great charge at the outward dores They admit none but such as are Courtiers, The Hall must not be pestred. Wher's Ferdinand? Ferd. Here my Lord. Lod.

Pray haue a care those lights be not offensiue vnto the Ladies, they hang suspiciously, and let the hangings be remou'd.

Ferd. They shall my Lord, wher's Pedro? Pedro. Here Sir. Fer.

Looke to those lights I pray, my Lord is very angry, fearing they might do trespasse, and those hangings must be remoued.

Pedro. They shall sir,—where's any of the Groomes? Groome. Heere Sir. Pedro.

Pray looke to these lights, and let the hangings be remoued, the Gentleman Vsher has commanded it.

Groome

They shall sir, where's the fellow heere shud looke vnto these lights, things are done so vntowardly.

Smirke

No body sees me, I come in like the aire, when Lords and Ladies stand waiting for this officer and tother officer, country gentlemen their pates broke, & citizens wiues thrust vp and downe in euery corner, their husbands kept out with flame and Torch, glad to fetch a nap i'th Cloysters.

Enter Ferdinand, Groomes with Torches.
Groome.

Beare backe there, beare backe, roome for my Lord Lodwicke.

Lod.

Here Madame you shall face the Duke and Duchesse, 'tis the best place to see in all the Hall.

Lady. I thanke your honour. Lod.

Haue a little patience, the Reuels will beginne immediatly.

Groomes.

Roome for my Lord, beare backe, swoones whither wud you?

Lod.

Well said, thou dost more good with thy oaths then all they with their Trunchions.

Groo. The Duke is comming. Musicke. Enuy and pleasure passe o're the stage. Enuie. Sports are intending which I will haue crost. Add clouds to night, that pleasure may be lost. Plea. Enuy thou wound'st thy selfe in spight of thee, This I breake foorth, out of obscuritie. Smir. This is the foure winds driuing of fiue Diuels—This same Ring wud faine giue Me the slip, I must e'ne pocket him, for Feare of the worst. Groome. How now sirrah, what make you here? Smir. Why, do you see me? Groome.

See you, yes marry doe I: And get you gone quickely, or you shall feele—I see you, go, begone this is no place for such as you.

Smirk.

Humh: Am I become a wretch againe, and mortall?

The Masquers preparing to dance. Enter Smirke againe.
Smirk.

I am got in againe, and haue found the tricke of it, thankes my deare Iem; a man may haue an inuisible Ring I see, and not know of it; I wonder'd that I grew palpable, now I perceiue how the matter went: thankes my deare Iem, I say still, I will not lose this finger that I haue my inuisible Ring vpon, for the best ioynt at the Barres.

Is this all the deuices, sports, and delights, the Duke shall haue for his money: the Proclamation promised reward for him that coud shew any varieties, and ist all come to a dull Masque? Ile shew his Grace some sport my selfe, with helpe of my inuisible Ring, which now must off againe. By your Maiesties leaue, and the rest of the Honorable—

Duke. How now, what's he? Smirk.

What's he? Why he is the miracle of your Kingdome.

Duke. How the Miracle! Smirk.

I, and can doe wonders—now you see me you know me.

Fred. Yes Sir, I do know you. Smir. And you know not me, you know no body. But keepe off my Lord. Doril. Prythy keepe off. Smir. You see me you say, Duke I speake to thee. Duke. Yes Sir, I see you. Smir. And you all see me. Land. We doe all see you. Smirk.

Verie good, and I doe see all you: but what's that to the purpose?

Land. Very little to purpose indeede, Smir. Shall I demonstrate matter of Art. And haue nothing for my paines? Lan.

Yes marrie shall you, does not the Proclamation tell you shall.

Smir. Proclamations may say what they list, Something in hand doth well. Duke. Some body giue him something. Smir.

I, but no body heares not on that Eare, yet because I—wonnot doe Royaltie wrong, in suspecting your bountie—You see me you say.

Duke. Yes we do see you. Smir. You do. Who sees me now? Duke. Trust me not I, he is inuisible to me. Dor. And me. Dori. To all. Smir,

I shoud be sorry else; for, and my inuisible Ring shoud not keepe his olde vertue, I wud hang my selfe directly.

Fre. Prithee appeare againe. Smir. I will haue Maiestie call me first. Lan. Why the Duke does call you. Smir. Let me heare him vuia voce, Smirke is my name A well beloued subiect, once a Painter, But now Esquire of the inuisible Ring. Duke

Smirke, and our welbeloued subiect, once a Painter, but now Esquire of the inuisible Ring.

I coniure thee to appeare againe.
Smir. See here I am, what wudst thou mighty monarch Duke. I do command thee let me see the Ring. By which thou walkst inuisible. Smir. I do command thee not to command me that, For from my inuisible Ring I will not part. Dor. Lay hands vpon him for a forcerer. Smir. Assist me my deare Ring, no hands vpon me, For being inuisible, I am a Prince, And being a Prince no hands is to be laid on me; Treason doth neuer prosper. Lan. He is gone againe. Smi. You follow me by sent, but neuer find me by sight. Ile warrant you. Enter Spirit, Landoff, whispering with him. Lan. Seize it and flie. Spirit I am gone. Smir. O, O, O. Fre. How, who'es that exclaimes. Smir. The cramps in my finger. Lan. The Crampe. Fre. O sir, now you are visible againe. Smir.

My Ring is gone now, the diuell go with it, for a my conscience he fetcht it.

Lan. What haue you lost your Ring. Smir.

I, I, and my middle finger, which serued me for more vse then all the rest.

Lan. Thats strange. Duke But what is become of the Ring. Land. Pardon me Liedge, that vertue that it held, Came from my Art, and at some fitter time, I will acquaint you with the passages, How, and the cause for what it was intended: Your gracious Dutchesse knowes and felt the worth, Duk. Thy knowledge in good arts is found Landoff, Nor will we be inquisitiue of more. Then thou shalt thinke it fit to be reueal'd: For all thy Actions haue bin iust and loyall, Lod. What meanes this Trumpet, Lan. Perhaps some new delights and rarer. Enter Page. Page Thus was I bidden to my soueraigne, Fall on my face, now rise I vp againe To render to the Ladies faire salutes, And giue them all their worthy attributes, Wonder not that I resesolutely come, Boldly thus daring presse into this roome, For from a Lord and knight of eminent note, I bring this challenge; such as can reade may know't. Fre. Very suceinct and peremptory. Lan. For this day I am master of the Reuels.

Bee it knowne vnto all men that I,—of the Court, of Saxonie, traueller, by degree a Lord, and a professed Champion for all Ladies in the lists of peace, doe challenge all Courtiers whatsoeuer, without exceptions, natiue or strangers, tocōfer, court, orcōplement, in silence with discorsiue motion and true action of the face, hand, body, & leg, & afterward with the vollubily of thetong, to talk longest, fastest & lowd'st, for sence I stand not vpō it, being seldome regarded by the party courted, therfore indeed belongs not to the Courtier: also bee it farther knowne that my assistants, Agents, or seconds, doth challenge likewise all Courtiers whatsoeuer, at the true compendious forme of compiling Epistles, alias Loue-Letters, to Ladies or Mistresses, either in Prose or Verse, with Prouerbes, or without Prouerbes, with Sentences, or without Sentences, Figures, or any other matter, to be performed Extempore, or not Extempore, according as it shall please the Challenged, which is to say, the Defendant to determine: All which, that aforesaid, as well as this now spoken of, shall be performed by the said Challengers instantly; who onely staying to heare of any Opponents, are both ready to enter.

Lod. Here is vnexpected Sport. Fred.

Let 'hem enter, they shall be answer'd; Smirke, thou shalt be my Second.

Smi.

Shall I, that's some comfort yet, to put the losse of the Ring out of my thought.

Shall Ianswere the Epistoler?
Fre. I, marry shalt thou. Smi.

Ile Pistle and Pestle him, Ile warrant him, he was nere so pounded in his life, Ile scorne to begin after my hearty commendations with him.

Land. Harke, they approach. Enter Callow, and Ranoff. Cal. Which is my Antagonist? Fre. I am he. Ran. And who is mine? Smi. Behold the man, with Pen and Inke prouided. Ran. Poore foole, thou wut but make thy selfe derided Smi.

So nimble in rime, Ile first breake your head in Prose, and afterward whip you in Verse, Ile lambaste you in compleates.

Iul.

Nay I will not lose the honour of being the courted Lady.

Cal.

When my talking time comes I will thanke you Lady in language.

Marke how my challenge goes, 'twas not to talke sence onely, but longest, fastest, lowdest, and you our talke me that way, Ile giue you my tongue and euery tooth I haue to make trorters on, for I was borne and 〈1 page duplicate〉 〈1 page duplicate〉 bred and nurst a talker, and of my quallity, this Lady has had some smal experience, for I did promise her to proue a talker, and for her sake do now professe, and practic't and tis in vaine for any creature to contend with me,—I haue put downe the Lawyers of all Nations, and all women, Gossips at Christnings, after they haue drunke wine the Mid-wife being there, words flow out of my mouth like water from the Cloudes, to make a deluge, to drown all voyces but my owne, which drums nor trumpets, nor a Sea flight can doe.

Fre. But a thump of the guts will. Cal. O. Fre. Tis excellent; sweete Lady to heare words, Though they want matter, for silence does betray, A bashfulnesse in man, vnmeete for courtiers, For he that has a bold tongue and a free, Can neuer want th'affection of Ladies, Nor is it fit he shud, for he can keepe 'them, Walking at midnight with a tedious tale, And longer tis the better, because sleepe Being accounted as some vse to call it, Deaths image, other some his elder brother, By how much we do vse it, by so much lesse, We liue in this world and loose time and pleasure, Which both to rich and poore is the chiefe treasure, Why donnot you talke now. Cal. Talke? If I haue breath, enough to liue, I care not. Iul. Nay, and you giue out, you haue lost the day. Cal. I had not faire play shew'ne me, (uersaires Fre. Stratagems are to be allowed, against all ad. Ile haue Iudgement on't. All. I, I, lawfull. lawfull. Cal.

Lawfull let it be then, but if euer I challenge a man of his hands, to a tryall of skill with the tongue againe, Ile forsweare talking all dayes of my life, and that I wud be loath to doe—If I donnot feele the very breath that shud haue beene spent in words vpwards, to twattle downeward, I am avillaine.

Smirke

I beleeue I smell the meaning, stand farther off, and giue roome to me and the Epistoler, you challenge all men to compose?

Ran. I do. Smi,

With figures or without figures, with sentences or without sentences.

Ran. Tis right, Smi. Draw out your Pen and Inkehorne, I am for you. Lan. Giue 'hem roome, and set a Table forth. Ran. With expedition too, I put in that. Smi.

No, expedition belongs to Clarkes, and not to Secretaries, celerity if you will.

Ran. I sir, Celerity, I meane so. Smi. No more but so, a words enough. Fre. But what's the subiect? Smi.

Why each of vs is to indite an Epistle to our Mistresse, is it not so?

Ran. Right. Smi. Then write. Dor. This will be good mirth I hope. Lan. Rediculous enough. Fre,

So it shud be, and yet my little Smirke heere has conceit, hee'le haue some flashes.

Dor. A couple of pretty scribes. Ber.

The challenger has the aduantage, he might premeditate.

Fre.

No matter, Smirks best at a start, his wit is like your Hackney, all a gallop, to which hee sayes, Vtere diligentia, nec sis tantus cessator & calcoribus indigeas, which is clawing the Pole, as for example in your Challenger.

Dori. He has rub'd it out it seemes. Fre. Smirke goes on smoothly, without any rub, Lan. Yet there he had one. Fred. Hold bias, and a sentence then. Ran. Scripsi. Smi. Et scripsi. Lan. Very good, now lotdings lend your cares. Ran. I will read it first my selfe. Lan. And good reason. Ran. Fairest in the world, and sweetest vpon earth. Fre. Soe. Ran. I remember my duty to you in black and white. Smi. I wud it had beene black and blew. Lan. Peace. Ran.

For all coulors else waue vnder the standard of your beauty.

Smi.

I wonder what part of her, is Goose- •… urd greene: Thats a colour.

Ran. You are the mistresse of beauty. Smi. I wud a said the Queene or Empresse. Ran. And all other women are but your hand-maids. Smi. O abominable barren. Lan.

Nay Smirke silence, you must not interrupt your aduersary.

Ran.

I can say nothing without saying too much, nor say too much without saying nothing.

Smi.

I must say nothing, or else I wud say something, but heere it is shall shame thee.

Ran.

Me thinkes when thou standst'd in the sun with thy Feather on thy head, and thy Fanne in thy hand, thou look'st like the Phoenix of the East Indies, burning in spices, for Cloues, Mace, and Nutmegs are in thy breath.

Smi. She wud make an excellent Wassell-Bole. Lan. Againe. Smi. I haue done. Ran.

The Aples of thy brest are like the Lemans of Arabia, which makes the vessell so sweete it can neuer smell of the Caske.

Fre. If she shud that might proue the Brewers fault. Ran.

Being come to your middle I must draw to an end, for my end is at the middle because of the Prouerbe. In Medio consistet virtus, and so I conclude: yours while mine owne, and afterward if it were possible Marmaduke Ranoff.

Smi. Well now let me run on, iudgement I craue. Fre. Which thou shalt haue. Smir.

Illustrious, bright shining, well spoken, and blood stirring Lady.

Lan. I, marry Sir. Smir.

If the Rope of my Capacitie, could reach to the Belfrie of your Beautie, these words of mine like siluer Bels, might be worthy to hang in the eares of your fauor but the Ladder of my Inuention is to low to clime vp to the Steeple of your Vnderstanding.

All. Excellent Smirke. Smir.

If it were not, I shoud ring out my minde to you in a sweet Peale of most sauory conceits. For your face it is like the Sun, no man is able to indure it.

All That's very good. Smi.

Your forehead which I will neither compare vnto Alablaster, nor to the Lilly, but it is as it is, and so are both your eyes, for your Nose, it is a well arched Bridge, which for breuities sake I passe ouer: your Cheeks are like a good Comedy, worthy to bee clapt: your Lips, and your Teeth are incomparable; your Tongue like the instrument of Orpheus, able to tame the furies: to handle euery part of you were too much, but some particular part, no man can sufficient.

Fre.

Prithee let me giue thee a box on the care, for that conceit.

Smi. No my good Lord, pray keepe your bounties.

From top to toe you are a sweete vessell of delight, I dare not say a Barrell, for oftentimes with much ioulting, the Brewer beates out the Bunghole, and so the good liquor runs out, but you containe yours although not hoopt about with the old fashion'd farthingall, but after the new fashion ti'd vp with points, to vntrusse at your pleasure, In which pleasure I leaue you, fairest of a hundred, and wittiest of a thousand: resting in little rest, till I rest wholy yours, in the Downe-Bed of affection, where euer standing to my vtmost, I rest all in all yours.

Fre. Coud any man say more. Ran.

Your censures heereafter Gentlmen; now Sir I challenge you in verse, in praise of tall women, and little women, and chuse your subiect, which you refuse Ile take.

Smir. Why then Ile take your little women. Ran. And I your lusty—proceede. Lan. I, heere will be some sport now. Dor. The Duke calls to see the Epistles. Fre. And they are worth his perusall. Land.

We must haue Patience, for this verse wonnot come of so roundly as your Prose.

Ber. Best haue a song to entertaine the time. Land. 'Twere not a misse. Musicke— A song. Ranof. Scripsi. Smir.

Sed non feci, Stay a little, here's a couple of lines, a halter on 'hem, they wonnot twist handsomely, go forward I haue ended.

Lan. Attention. Ran. Listen you tall and likewise you low man, I sing the prayses of a bouncing woman. A full wellset bigge-bon'd and fairely ioynted, Fit to bid welcome men that are best appointed. Land. Excellent. Ran. To your tall woman your little one is nothing, No more then isa high thing to a low thing. All That's true. Ran. For your small Dandiprat, I hope there's no man That thinks her but a hobby horse to woman. A thing to be forgot and neuer knowne, But on a Holyday to the rout showne. In warres the Basilisco is preferd Before the Musket, and is lowder heard. Lan.

There's an error little and loude my friend, but passe it.

Ran. In euery triumph where there is excesse, The greater alwayes putteth downe the lesse. The Lionesse is more admired at, Then her Epitome, which is a Cat. Lan. The foole growes serious. Fre. He has stolne it certainly. Lan.

No faith, it may be his own, for I thinke his braine

a little craz'd, and mad men shoot foorth strange things.

Ran. But to weake vnderstandings now I come, Is your small Taber musicke to your Drum. Smir.

Hum Drum, hee has lightn'd within an Inch of a conceit of mine.

Ran. Or in instrument of peace, can there that triall Be made vpon a Kit as a base Viole. Iudge you my Masters, that on both haue playd, It is but my opinion, and I haue sayd. Fre.

Beleeue it he has said well, Smirke looke to your selfe.

Smir. I warrant you. Giue me audience. All. Scilence. Smir. In praise of little women I begin. And will maintaine what I haue enter'd in. Is not your Parochit or Marmoset In more request then your Baboone or Parret. Giue but your little wench freely her licour, And to bed send her you will find her quicker; Pearter, nimbler, both to kisse and cogge, Then your great wench that'll lie like a logge. And he that all day at the Drum doth labor, Wud at night gladly play vpon a Taber. I hope ther's no man, but of this beliefe, That Veale's more sweete and nourishing then Beefe: Small meats is still preferd; for aske your glutton, Heele alwayes say, Lamb's sweeter then your Mutton. Your Smelt then Whiting firmer is and sounder, Nor must your Place compare with your neat Flounder. Fred.

Well said, now thou art in good victuals thou't neuer out.

Smir. In fish or flesh Ile proue it to each wight, A Larkes leg, then the body of a Kite Is better farre: our Bakers alwayes make The finest flowre in the lesser Cake. And Ile be iudge by those that Roots do eate, That your small Turnep's better then your great. Land. I am of thy mind too. Smir. Who list to be resolu'd, let'hem both trie; In that boleefe I liue, in that Ile die. Fred.

Incomparable Smirke, thou hast my voyce: iudgment.

All. A Smirke, a Smirke. Coronets. Lan. Loth to grow tedious, yet once more we would try To giue content out of varietie. Musicke. With once dance more this night sports weele end, Your pardon if with too much zeale we offend. Duke Landoff we thanke thee, and wish if any be, All that are heere, be pleas'd as well as we.
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