The generous enemies, or, The ridiculous lovers a comedy : as it is acted at the Theatre Royal by His Maiesties servants / by John Corye, Gent.

The generous enemies, or, The ridiculous lovers a comedy : as it is acted at the Theatre Royal by His Maiesties servants / by John Corye, Gent.

Table of contents

Title page

THE PROLOGUE.

THE EPILOGUE.

A COMEDY. The Scene SIVIL.

THE Generous Enemies OR THE Ridiculous Lovers.

1

ACT I. SCENE I.

2

ACT II. SCENE I.

3

ACT III. SCENE I.

4

ACT IV. SCENE I.

5

ACT V. SCENE I.

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§

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THE Generous Enemies OR THE Ridiculous Lovers.

A COMEDY.

As it is Acted at the THEATRE ROYAL by His MAIESTIES Servants.

By Iohn Corye, Gent.

§

Licensed,

Aug. 30. 1671.

ROGER L'ESRANGE.

LONDON, Printed by H. Lloyd for James Magnus in Russel-street, near the Piazza. 1672.

THE PROLOGUE.

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I Cannot choose but laugh, when I look back and see

The strange Vicissitudes of Poetrie.

Your Aged Fathers came to Plays for Wit,

And sat Knee-deep in Nut-shells in the Pit.

Course Hangings then in stead of Scenes were worn,

And Kidderminster did the Stage Adorn.

But you, their wiser Off-spring, do advance

To Plot of Gigg; and to Dramatique Dance:

But when the Reign of Gigg and Dance is past,

Whither the Devil will you go at last

What yet unheard-of Way can Poets try,

To please these Modern Criticks of the eye▪

There's one Way left, as when ill Husbands Range,

The come at last to their own Wives for change;

So you your Surfet of old Wit now past,

May come to taste it with new Gust at last.

And having through all Usurpations run,

May fix upon the King, where you begun.

THE EPILOGUE.

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ALL their Beginning know, but none their End,

And with that Fate we on your Votes depend.

Though there I see—Propitious Angels sit,

[points at the Boxes

Still there's a Nest of Devils in the Pit,

By whom our Plays, like Children, just alive,

Pinch'd by the Fairies, never after thrive:

'Tis but your Half-crown, Sirs: that won't undo;

Besides, let others lose't as well as you▪

Birds caught in Lime, or fool'd into a Gyn,

By chirping on still draw Companions in:

Ginneys depart at Shutland for a Meal

Of ill Pottage, and rotten Roasted Teal.

From thence you came inflam'd into the Pit,

And nothing pleases your Burgundy Wit;

Censure is grown, not judgment now, but fashion,

And your ill Nature spoils your Recreation.

So doth an Entertainer marr his Feast,

With one o're-critical and peevish Guest.

As Woman let me with the Men prevail,

And with the Ladies as I look like Male.

'Tis worth your Money that such Legs appear;

These are not to be seen so cheap elsewhere:

In short commend this Play, or by this light,

We will not sup with one of you to night.

A COMEDY.
The Scene SIVIL.

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The Scene SIVIL.

Signior Robatzy | Father to Alleria | Mr. Wintersall.
Signior Cassidoro | A young Gentleman in love with Jaccinta, but belov'd by Alleria. | Mr. Lyddall.
Don Alvarez | In love with Alleria | Major Mohune.
Signior Flaminio | In love with Jaccinta | Mr. Keniston.
Don Bertran | An humorous old man | Mr. Carthright.
Sanco | His Man | Mr. Bell.
Pedro | His Groom | Mr. Shurley.
Addibar | Signior Flaminio's Man | Mr. Rich. Hart.
Jaccinta | Sister to Alvarez | Mrs. Marshall.
Alleria |  | Mrs. James.
Lysander | Semena in disguise, Sister to Flaminio. | Mrs. Bowtell.
Sophia | Mother to Flaminio and Semena. | Mrs. Pratt.
Julia | Waiting-woman to Alleria | Mrs. Cory.
Livia | Waiting-woman to Jaccinta | Mrs. Susanna Uphill.
| Servants and Musick. |

THE Generous Enemies OR THE Ridiculous Lovers.

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1

ACT I. SCENE I.

Enter Signior Robatzy with four or five Servants running confusedly with Buckets.

1. Ser.

FIre, fire, fire.

Rob.

See, see, see. Run, run, run. Down

With that Chimney there.

2. Ser.

More help, more help there.

3. Ser.

Quick, quick, O Misfortune.

Rob.

More water in that corner.

4. Ser.

More Buckets.

Rob.

Some of you ring out the bell.

1. Ser.

Fear not, we shall soon overcome it.

Rob.

Which way is the wind?

1. Ser.

Without danger, Sir.

2. Ser.

Good Sir, withdraw your self from this drudgery.

Here's hands enough, and we shall soon Master it.

Rob.

Let's to the other side, and see what danger's there.

[Exeunt.

The Scene changes to the Garden: then Enter Alvaro with Aleria in his Armes, she in a Swoon.

Alva.

Thanks to the sacred Guardian of the Saints,

[Page] For this most timely Refuge I have preserv'd

Her from the Flames: has made a thousand in

My soul; my fires find eternal nourishment,

And burn without consuming; all others cease

When the Materials fail that feed their fury;

But yet my soul yields to a sad despair;

[Bows to her and views her.

She appears to me, like fallen fruit, disrob'd

Of all its lustre, her charmes have lost

Their graces, and death seems to triumph in

The Seats of Beauty, yet—

[Views her agen.

Sure it cannot be, her habit is not in the least

Defac'd, the fright has only put her in a

Swoon, I will go seek her Servants, who may

Give her help.

Exit.

Enter at another door Cassidore.

Cass.

All corners of the house I've search'd, yet cannot

Gain discovery where she is, my fears foretel

My griefs, she is devour'd in that impartial

Element; Just Heaven, is it possible you should

Submit so fair a creature, to so foul

A destiny? O my soul, do I not see the

Figure of her there—

[Sees her at a Distance.

My faith deludes my hopes, it is not she;

'Tis but her shadow, how can that lamp still

Live, when life (the Oyl that fed it) is

Dry'd up: the merciless enemy hath made

A prey upon more worth then the Sun

(In its Meridian glory) ever fill'd his eye with▪

Ten thousand curses on those envious flakes,

Proud only with the ruine of all that makes

Men happy: Alleria—She is out of hearing,

What a prodigious mischief fills this houre.

All.

How have I slept like cork upon the water

[She revives and Gazes about.

And had no feeling of the storm that toss'd me,

Where am I, who was it call'd?

Cass.

Ev'n he, Madam, to whom your Misfortune

Is a death.

Alle.

How came I here, or you?

[Page]Cass.

I was assiduous only in your safety, Madam.

Alle.

It is to you then whom I am thus indebted;

[She riseth.

Was it your vigilance preserv'd me? ah Cassidore,

This Image of your love transcends all Presidents,

It is a favour overwhelms my gratitude.

Cass.

O beneficial errour.

[aside.

Alle.

Who but a man truly possest with love,

Could have undertaken so perillous a hazard;

Since I am so nobly oblig'd, I will ever own

It with the highest admiration.

Cass.

Since she is thus happily deceiv'd, I'le take

The advantage of it, an Amourers Lie hath

No great horrour in it.

Aside.

Your generous Acknowledgment are too obliging

Madam? and puts a Die of bashfulness upon

Your servant.

Alle.

If such favour, Sir, should pass forgotten, Honour

Would grow idle, and thankful Nature be beguil'd

Of her Employment.

Cass.

He that serves you does but his duty at

The best.

Alle.

You wrong your Generosity to say so, such

An act as this could never be the effect

Of common passion.

Enter Julia.

Jul.

O what a blessing is it, Madam, that you are

Safe preserv'd.

Alle.

See'st thou that man, that good man, all

Other men to him should kneel and wonder,

I impute my safety, only to his care, for he

No sooner saw the danger I was in, but with

A Passion, vehement as his griefs, ran through

The flames into my Chamber, where he found

Me overwhelmed with horrour, and thence in

Safety brought me to this place; was

It not so Cassidore?

Jul.

I am astonish'd.

[He bows.

Alle.

And yet so much Modesty accompanies his

[Page] Worth, the praises due to this Action are,

As painful to his ear, as they are pleasant.

To my Tongue.

Cass.

To a man possest with love, always to shew it.

[He bows

Are of pleasure.

Alle.

Good Sir, let me prevail with you, to adde unto

Mine, my fathers preservation, who, I fear,

May be indanger'd by this accident.

Cass.

Madam, I flie with joy to all commands of yours.

[Exit.

Jul.

Your father, Madam, and all the houshold are in

Safety, the flames are all extinguish'd, and

Without much prejudice, the fright was greater

Then the damage, Madam: it hapned well, we had

The Morning to our assistance.

Enter Alvaro and Lysander.

Alva.

She lives, she lives, the angry Heavens at

Length have heard my prayers.

Alle.

Yes, I do live, Alvarez, but do you know by

Whose means it is I am so happy:

Alva.

It is from me, Madam, (only) you must learn the

Knowledge of your deliverance.

Alle.

How! your news surprizes me.

Alva.

It may well, Madam, when you have heard it,

For no sooner was the horrid cry of fire, most

Dismally proclaim'd through the streets, but

With a winged diligence from my bed I rose,

And hastned to your refuge: I ran through the

Invading flames: that (like a Conquerour) had

Sack'd your house, and thrown disorder round

About the place.

Alle.

She having found me sleeping in my bed,

And Ruine in all her terrours round me:

You through these many dangers,

That you speak of (with an unequal care)

Conveigh'd me to this place.

Alva.

Nothing mor [...]true, Madam.

Alle.

Nothing more false;

By Innocence, I swear, I do not know thy Equall▪

[Page]Alva.

What's this?

Jul.

Why, Madam it was he sent me hither

To your assistance.

Alle.

Go, go, your confidence disturbs me.

Alva.

Is this the Gratitude due to my fidelity?

Alle.

Away treacherous man.

Alva.

By all the Oaths made in fear of Heaven, all that

I have told you is a truth.

Alle.

Ah direful perjury.

Alva.

Have I watch'd all moments to express respect,

And can it win no better estimation!

Alle.

Go thou Impostor, blush at thy deceit,

Thou sinn'st against thy knowledge, and seek'st

A Recompence for what thou never did'st.

Alva.

Ah Madam, where have you learn't the example

Of such cruelty.

Alle.

All your dissemblings shall never

Bribe me to a better thought, then what

My opinion doth already harbour.

[Exit. Alleria.

Alva.

All my hopes mow'd down in their flower.

Lys.

O happy moment, this descension is above my hopes:

[aside.

Alva.

His't, his't, a word with you, Julia?

to Jul. going out.

Jul.

I dare not stay.

Alva.

Nay prithee.

[He whispers.

Jul.

How fain you would have me now betray my Mystriss

Alva.

Betray her, by my life I would not have thee

Wrong thy trust so much, only tell me (if thou

Canst) who it is usurps the reward due to my service▪

Jul.

I dare not, Sir.

Alva.

I prithee tell me, s [...]e here's a Jewel for thee.

Jul.

What, sell my Ladies secrets▪ may I

Die a Beggar.

Alva.

Come, come, be not a fool; this peevish principle

Of honesty, has ruin'd more of thy quality then any

Misfortune whatsoever.

Jul.

How will my conscience answer it, Sir?

Alva.

Hang Conscience, 'tis the Rogues Consumption;

[Page] What do you doubt my discretion, come

I'le warrant thee: the discovery shall never

Do thee wrong, here take it and wear it.

[Gives her a Ring.

Jul.

Well, Signior, if I should, 'tis but to please you:

I hope it is not counterfeit.

Alva.

Counterfeit, dost think me of so base a spirit.

Jul.

Nay, pray Sir, pardon my innocence, if I did suspect it.

His Name is Cassidore, a Gentleman that lives

At the corner of the street, just against us:

Alva.

I know him well, he is a Servant to my Sister.

Jul.

Well, well, Sir, let him be whose Servant he will,

It is as I tell you, Signior, and so farewel.

[Exit Julia.

Alva.

My happiness, like a weak vapour, is dispers'd▪

As soon as risen, could any soul but mine,

With which she plays the Tyrant (after such

Disdains) flame with the same Ardour, I

Ought to sigh: for those ill-employ'd cares I once

Had to please her, but so much does my

Patience triumph over my affliction, that

In defiance of her rigour, I must still

Worship her.

Lys.

'Twas ever the effect of Fate, to blast the

Fairest hopes: you are Possessor of a soul, too

Great, to bow to the reproaches of her pride.

There are other Beauties far surpassing hers,

Would count it happiness, to share but in

A sigh of yours.

Alva.

Swarmes of perplexing cares bury my

Brain: Never did Martyr suffer greater torment.

Lys.

Yes, I dare tell you, Sir, of one deserves compassion

More then you.

Alv.

'Tis impossible my sufferings should have an equal.

Lys.

I am sure you would confess it truth, might

I but take the boldness to relate it.

Alv.

Prithee do, the relation of anothers sorrows,

Sometimes helps to extenuate our own.

Lys.

Now Love assist my trembling heart, I find a

Care rise up before me, how I should disguise

My story—

[Page] There was a young Lady, Sir, that lov'd me tenderly,

Who scarce had numbred 15 years, ere she

Was sought in Marriage, but he that was design'd

To have her, not being possest with equal flames,

Gave liberty to his heart to love another,

Which she too well knew; yet suffer'd

In obedience to her Parents will; and yet a

Greater grief she underwent, for that

Insnarer of her faith, no sooner drew

Her soul within the compass of an Oath, never

To marry any but himself, but then forsook her.

Alva.

O barbarous infidelity.

Lys.

Notwithstanding this, her afflicted heart still

Follow'd him, and in contempt of danger, and

The inconveniences that wait upon disguises;

She (in a Masculine habit) pursued and over▪

Took him. And such was the strangeness

Of her fate; She gain'd occasion by the in‐

Tercession of those, whom her calamity had

Made her friends to attend upon him.

Alv.

Cruel injustice of our Stars,

Lys.

And underwent it as a pleasing bondage.

Performing all her services with joy; he not

Knowing her, and she is willing still to be conceal'd.

Alv.

That Love should teach us ways to wrong our selves.

Lys.

A melting pity creeps into his heart: Heaven

Make this minute happy to my wishes—

[Aside.

Now, Sir, tell me, is she not worthy of compassion?

Sir, you do not answer me:—

Alva.

Civil Alleria.—

Lys.

Good gods, she is still in his mind—

[Aside.

Sir, you do not answer me to what I told you.

Alva.

What hast thou spoken of?

Lys.

An unfortunate Maid, Sir.

Alva.

My soul was so oppress'd, I had no regard to

What thou said'st.

Lys.

And yet you seem'd to cast your pity on her.

Alva.

Thou art mistaken, Boy, my thoughts were

[Page] All employ'd upon my own Misfortunes.

Lys.

Shall the loss then of an imperious Mystriss

Be so repin'd; if you must needs think of her,

Think of her defects; call into your mind her

Pride, and view her cruelty with impartial eyes:

Behold her as I do, and then you needs must

Say, she is deform'd, for nothing can be

Beautiful that is unjust.

Alva.

Not beautiful; She has a face Envie it self

Cannot but call fair; and all report of her

That is not such, must give it self the Lie:

But hold, who are those?

Enter Flaminio and Addibar.

[Flam. gazeth on him, then runs to him, and embraces him.

Lys.

I know 'em not Sir.

Fla.

By my life, Alvarez,

O never came joy to mankind welcomer.

Alva.

Flaminio, O my best friend, I cannot

Make my joy rich enough with all the wealth of words.

Fla.

The ill store lies on my side.

Lys.

—Heavens, my brother; how came he here?

I hope my disguise will still preserve me undiscover'd,

Besides, I have not seen him many years.

Alva.

There's not a wish of kindness in thy breast,

But shall be multiply'd in mine; but what

Unusual cause has brought thee into Spain.

Fla.

My Mother (by a Letter sent to me from Rome)

Commanded my Arrival here at Sivil, with all

The haste that I could make, assuring me that

About this time I might expect her here.

Alva.

But to what intent?

Fla.

I am acquainted with nothing of her purpose,

Only receiv'd Commands from her to deliver

This Letter to Don Alonzo Robatzii, an

Eminent Inhabitant in this City, and one

That had a principal correspondence with my

Father in his life-time.

Alva.

I know him well, he is a near Neighbour

Of mine.

[Page]Fla.

Pardon me, Sir, I forgot to ask you

Of the welfare of your Sister.

Alva.

When I left Florence, she was inclin'd to

Travel with me; and to this place I brought

Her, where she hath hitherto remain'd in

Perfect health, and it will be much

Advantage to her, to see you so.

Fla.

I am sorry my occasions are of that importance

I cannot have the honour to wait upon

Her now.

Alva.

Will you leave me then?

Fla.

I am constrain'd.

Alva.

Shall I have the favour of your company

To supper.

Fla.

Sir, you may depend upon the trouble.

Alv.

Safety and honour ever be companion to my friend.

Fla.

I am by many obligations yours.—

[Exit Flam. and Alva with Addibar.

Lys.

Is there (you Powers) under the Heavens bright eye,

Another Lover more distress'd then I?

Mirrour of sorrow, O what woman can

Shew more effects of love, to faithless man;

My Native soil forsook, my Parents too,

That thus disguis'd I might be in his view▪

Once did I think his constancy to me,

Was as firm knit, as Faith to Charity;

But now I'm undeceiv'd, and plainly see,

There's no Imposture, like Credulity.

[Exeunt.

Enter Alleria and Julia.

Aller.

I will not hear one word in his excuse;

When men perfidious in their actions grow,

What credit can we on their words bestow.

Jul.

Love, Madam, is still known by the effect,

In's heart methought he gave you all respect.

All.

His heart was from his tongue too much divided.

Jul.

Nay rather say, your censure was misguided.

A pleasing subject may command your ear,

But what you like not, you are slow to hear;

[Page] Madam, if Cassidore I once but name,

Your soul forthwith would flie into a flame.

All.

His Actions ever great and generous were,

Th'other a meer deluder of my ear.

Jul.

'Twas but an amorous untruth that you

With so much detestation still pursue.

Alle.

He that would rob another of reward,

Should grieve unpitied, and lament unheard.

Enter Sancho booted.

San.

This must be she.

All.

How now, what's here?

San.

This is the Garden sure, and this the Lady,

Jul.

How the fellow stares.

San.

I will Approach her.

Alle.

Who are you?

San.

My Masters servant, Madam.

Jul.

The brazen Head has spoke.

Alle.

What is your business?

San.

Faith Madam, a kind of an affair between

Approbation and dislike.

Alle.

What's that?

San.

This will inform you better, Madam.

[Gives a Letter.

All.

From whom or whence?

San.

From a wealthy Gentleman of Sicorell,

Don Fernando Bertran.

Alle.

I never heard of him before, return it,

I will receive none.

San.

How, Madam, slight, I had better go hang my

Self at my own charge.

Jul.

Nay, good Madam, open it, and see what it contains.

All.

Well then, let his servant do it; he

Is better acquainted with his hand.

San.

reads,

My Child, I have 6042 Duckets a year, and
Shall be forc'd to leave this to a Kinsman,
If I have no Children but I am told,
That if I marry you, I may have
As many as I please, I can get no nearer
You, because my Mule is tyred. [Page]
Come therefore to me, with all
Possible haste, for it is chargeable
Lying in an Inn, where at present I am;
But be sure you veil your self, for the care
Of your honour is of concern to me, and you
Ought not to shew your self; but when I think
It fit.

Yours, Don Fernando Bertran

Alle.

Bless me, what kind of stuffe is this?

Prithee, friend, what manner of man's thy Master?

San.

Why, Madam, he is a Gallant of the times;

And though his years are a little too plentiful

Upon him, yet he wears 'em with as light a heart

As any man that has numbred sixty and odd.

Both.

How [...]

San.

And yet you would hardly judge it by him,

For he shall drink, eat, swear, talk and take

Tobaccho with e're a man in Sivell; Madam, I'le tell you,

He never knows woman yet, but his House-keeper;

Nor Bedfellow, but a Pistol, which he hath always

Charged, for the greatness of his Wealth keeps his

Cares watchful.

Jul.

For a little attention, Madam, this fellow is of

A humour to tell us all.

Alle.

Is he not mad?

San.

By my troth, Madam, you would think him so

Sometimes, for he is harder to please then a Mule

Is to shooe; and at the irregular expence of a penny,

He shall out-rail a month together.

Jul.

Mad or not mad, Madam▪ according to the avaritious

Humour of my old Master, if he be so rich as his

Servant says he is, it will be a hazard if he

Dislike him.

San.

He sent another Letter to your father, which I have

Delivered, and he is reading it within, giving me

Liberty in the mean time to wait on you with this.

Jul.

Hey day, here's like to be fine work, a Wedding agreed

[Page] Upon, and the Bridegroom unknown.

But, good Madam, let us examine this fellow

A little further.

Alle.

Is he generous?

San.

No faith, Madam, for though he has much wealth,

He is not the less miserable; and truly, Madam,

To speak as I ought, if your father forces him

Upon you, you'll deserve all mens compassion.

Alle.

Thou art an honest open-hearted fellow,

Prithee give me thy Reason.

San.

Because, Madam, such are the infinite number

Of diseases that afflict him, he is the Practice

Of all Physicians; not only his Garden, but

His very Windows are set with Physick‐

Herbs, he is continually perplexed with

Fluxes, and Aches quarter in every bone of

Him; then he is as obstinate as a devil, and as

Mutinous as Tow; a most abominable Sloven,

Yet as crafty as a Fox, and as malicious as a Monkey.

Alle.

Why this is monstrous.

San.

And as for his knowledge, Madam, never any came

Near it, he makes a thousand secrets of nothing:

He is expresly devoted too; for he keeps abstinence

All the year at home, and all that live with him

Are as poor as Church-Rats.—

[Luxury.

Alle.

I should forgive all this, if he had but wit.

San.

Wit, Madam, he abounds in that; he writes Plays.

All.

That's but an idle way to shew it,

His folly finds an increase in that.

San.

And so good a fellow, I have seen him

Make himself sick with his own debaucherie:

That he might have the pleasure next day

Of taking Physick.

Jul.

What a faithful servant is this?

Enter Robatzy with a Paper.

Your father comes; for fear of the worst, feign a Discontent.

Rob.

What, in fears, daughter?

Alle.

I must be ever so, till you revoke the

[Page] Sentence of your Will; Alas Sir, you would wed

Me to a Grave; a man so old that he has

Forgot his Original.

Rob.

The better; thou wilt be the sooner

Possessor of his wealth.

Jul.

Do not submit, Madam, Keep your self

Still in the Negative.

Alle.

Besides, his servant here describes him for a fool.

Rob.

No matter, the better for a husband still,

The fool is cover'd with bags.

Alle.

But if the mind (Sir) be unsatisfied, wealth

Is of small importance, a fool is but the

Image of a man, and yet but ill made neither.

Rob.

Come, come, dispute it not, I'le have you marry,

And rid the Summer of your Youth, from all

The Gawdy Flies lie Sunning in it, hear

But the Contract, which he hath sent me by

His servant—read it,

San.

reads:

Know all men by these Presents, that Don
Fernando Bartran of Seggaral, hath appear'd
Before us, and of his good will, without constraint,
Doth acknowledge to take to wife Dona Alleria,
Daughter to Don Arnaldo Robatzy, of
The City of Sivil, with all her faults, Good
Or bad, and to restore her to him again,
Whenever she shall be demanded of him,
By Nullity of Fact.

In Witness whereof
We have hereunto set our Hands and Seals,

At Toledo this tenth day of Octob. 1670.

Gonsalvo Vego

Domingo Sancho

Notaries.

Alle.

What would you have me think of this, can

There be greater demonstrations of his folly.

Rob.

However, I am resolv'd to see him; Friend, you

May tell your Master, I shall not part with my

Daughter upon such easie termes as he

Imagines, if he please to extend his Journey

Hither, we may talk further on't; but Wealth

[Page] Hath no esteem with me, not joyn'd with understanding.

Come, Daughter.

[Exit Rob. Alleria and Jul.

San.

Well, here's a long journey taken to a short

Purpose; but I'le to him, and tell him, there

Is hopes though there be none; at least there

May be pleasure, though no profit in the Case;

For his follies, where're he comes, still we find,

That Mirth's most pleasant that is least design'd.

[Exeunt.

2

ACT II. SCENE I.

Enter Alleria and Jaccinta, Julia and Livia, as in Jaccinta's Garden.

Jac.

MAdam, the Garden-gate let's you out the

Back-way to your own house.

All.

I am well instructed in the way, Madam,

And therefore pray return.

Jac.

Pray suffer a little further my attendance.

Alle.

Indeed I must not, Ceremon'es are never known

Where friendship governs.

Jac.

Well, Madam, since you will have it so,

I will go no further; Your servant,

[Offers to go back.

Alle.

But before I leave you, let me remind you

Of your Promise, that you will henceforth forbid

The Visits of Cassidore.

Jac.

I have already assured you, that I have no

Esteem for him; and that I ever held his

Importunities as troublesom; but Madam.

If you expect me just to you in this: I

Shall request you will shew some pity to

My brother, though it be feign'd, only

To prevent despair, since I have acquainted

You with his Complaints of your hard usage.

Enter Alvarez and Lysander.

Alva.

O there they are.

Lys.

You had best withdraw, Sir, lest your Appearance.

[Page] Interrupt those hopes your Sisters Intercession

Makes.

Alva.

'Tis well counsel'd; well, stand aside, and overhear 'em.

Jac.

If that his faith be conscious of a blot,

Abandon him your thoughts, and spare him not;

Or if he did to any other bow,

Or that his heart has started from its Vow;

Then curse him, Madam, curse him to my face,

And make me witness to his just disgrace.

Alle.

Well, Madam, for your sake I will receive

Him better, for I am without return, Your Servant.

Jac.

I was ever yours.

[Offers to go.

Liv.

Look, Madam, your Brother has met with her there.

Alva.

Madam, if my Tongue did not fear to offend,

It would offer it self a Mediator for a passion,

So much the more insuppressible for being secret.

Alle.

If you knew, Signior, who this habit cover'd,

Your heart would soon repent, to have

Allow'd your tongue this liberty.

Alva.

My heart, Madam, receives not its desires

From blind imagination, but dictates to my

Faith, who tis I worship; so that Judgment

Acts in me, what fancy only works in others.

Alle.

Your desires move not with your Reason, can you

Think, whilst you contribute to my disturbance,

You advance your Interest.

Alva.

Those Idea's that are long in setling, are as

Uneasily defac'd: had my Passion harbour'd

Any desires opposite to your vertue, then with Justice

You might have detected it as criminal.

Lys.

O smooth-tongu'd Dissembler.

Aside.

Alva.

Such is the nature of my love, I count

It sin to murmure; I honour even your cruelty,

And will qualifie it with the name of Justice;

Your opinion of me shall be what you please,

So it may content you, I am willing to

Undergo all you would have me suffer.

Jul.

Behold, Madam, how devout he is, half so

[Page] Much said to me would ha' dissolv'd me long ago.

Alle.

If you would merit better usage, restrain

Your Passion; and avoid my sight, be wise,

And let me live in Peace.

[Exit Alleria.

Jul.

Now could I curse my self for being of her sex:

Lys.

Thus are your second Protestations blasted

By the example of the first.

Alva.

All my complaints are made unto a Rock.

Lys.

Why do you not resist the evil then, that

Fights against you.

Alva.

Methought her very anger look'd a little

Graceful; I'le follow her, and have the pleasure

Of her sight; what though a Tree be guarded

From my touch; there's none can hinder

Me to love the fruit.

Fortune's a blind Disposer of her own,

Too much she gives to some, to others none.

Lys.

He blames the tempest, yet embraces still the Ocean.

Exit ambo.

Jac.

Froward Woman.

Liv.

Inflexible creature.

Jac.

She had better have been less rigorous.

Liv.

Madam, I'le shew you a way to be reveng'd,

One kind look bestowed on Cassidore, in view

Of her, would make her frantick.

Jac.

I Approve thy Counsel.

Liv.

Perhaps, Madam, you have reason for it, for

Though he is undoubtedly handsom in her eye,

I guess he is not much otherwise in yours:

Howe're you draw the Veyl between you.

Jac.

I, I despise the Trophies of anothers Conquest,

No, Livia, if I durst speak my mind.

Liv.

What would you say, Madam.

Jac.

Canst thou conceal a secret?

Liv.

Yes, Madam, as long as it is one, but when

Two know it, how can it be a secret.

Jac.

If those two have but one heart, ah

Livia, how very fain I would without a naming

[Page] Of it be understood.

Liv.

If you are asham'd to name it, you may be

As well asham'd to ask my secrecie.

Jac.

Canst thou not hit my thoughts then, my

Watchful fancie would have conceiv'd thee,

If thou hadst said but half so much to me.

Liv.

Since you will have me then so bold to judge;

Confess, Madam, has not Flaminio, the lovely

Stranger, a little touch'd your heart.

Jac.

My heart?

Liv.

You resent it as if it were a crime.

Jac.

It is a crime to count that love, that scarce

Is an esteem.

Liv.

Come, come, Madam, 'twixt esteem and love, there's

So much sympathy, they are often taken

One for another.

Jac.

The Civilities I shew him are for my brothers sake;

Liv.

You'll pardon me, Madam, if I guess this, but

A counterfeit self-denial, for I observ'd

Last night (when he sup'd with you) a strange

Kind of dotage in his eyes.

Jac.

Prithee tell me, what could'st thou guess, from

What he said or did?

Liv.

What care you take to know what you most

Know, your Curiosity in this gives increase

To my suspition; Jealousie was ever the

Issue of love—

[Enter Flaminio.

But, look Madam: see where he comes,

Now we'll put it to the proof.

Jac.

Alas, what shall I do?

Liv.

Let us be gone, he does not see us.

Jac.

No, no, I'le lie down under that fountain, and

Feign my self asleep.

Liv.

Is it not as I told you, Madam, we women are

Weak paper-walls; the least puff blowes us

Down; Well, nothing o'rethrows our Sex but In-

Discretion; we might do as well else (of

A brittle people,) as any under Heaven, but

[Page] What design is this, Madam?

Jac.

Withdraw, and thou shalt know anon.

[Jac. lies down under the fountain.

Liv.

Her tender Modesty is a little Sea-sick only.

A Qualm of Honour, but there's one will cure her.

[Ex. Liv.

Fla.

Robatzy being absent, I will walk here,

Expecting his return,—ha, what Angle cloth'd

In flesh and blood is this: O, 'tis Jaccinta: Wonder

Of Wonders; She that keeps all waking, lies

Sleeping here; Dear Object of my Joys

And cares, (in whom alone all sweetness

Dwells) permit me a little to divulge the

Birth and Progress of those pains you have created,

And suffer me,

Without offence to pay the devotions due to so

Bright a lustre.

Jac.

Flaminio?

Fla.

Ha.

Jac.

Ha, Rigorous Fate.

Fla.

What says she?

Jac.

We both love with equal flame.

Fla.

O happiness unbelievable.

Jac.

Excuse my blushes.

Fla.

Perfections great Exchecquer.

Jac.

When shall our pains end?

Fla.

I have not power to contain my self,

[He kneels and kisses her hand twice.

So smells the flower of a blooming clove,

The more I drink, the more I thirst.

Jac.

Some God protect me, who is this?

Fla.

What have I done, a curse upon my rashness.

Jac.

What motive could excite you (Sir) to a presumption

So uncivil.

Fla.

Love, Madam, extremity of love.

Jac.

Love never begets rudeness.

Fla.

Love in excess, acts nothing else but what is irregular

And disorderly; it was my Gratitude I was

About to pay.

Jac.

Your Gratitude, for what?

Fla.

—What shall I say?

[Page] Madam, it was my transports led me to this place.

Had I lov'd less, I should ha' bin less rude;

But Circumspection suits not with excess of passion.

Jac.

Can it be imagined you had a love for me, and

Have so little regard to my repose; if you

Were just to your own, you would not ruine mine.

Fla.

Had you still slept, my crime had been unknown;

But if I must suffer your rebuke for what I

Could not help, let me beseech you shew

It with all the mildness an innocent Offender may deserve;

Heaven knows it was a designless frailtie.

Jac.

He charms me so, I find a pain to be unkind.

[Aside.

Fla.

Those thoughts that put me upon this confidence,

Aspir'd too high to be suppress'd; I have kept 'em

Cover'd many tedious years; and had power

To keep them undisclos'd another houre.

Jac.

To credit you, were to create a supposition of

Too much easiness, in being led too suddenly

So far towards your desires.

[Offers to go, and he stays her.

Fla.

You keep my heart in chains, and must not

Go, till you release it.

Jac.

Thus confin'd, I am your prisoner.

Fla.

We'll both be freed together then, or stay still

By it, so is captivity pleasant.

Jac.

What is it you would have?

Fla.

Your love, Madam.

Jac.

'Tis not in my power to dispose.

Fla.

I understand you, Madam, in your dark replies,

Suffer me to attend you to your Brother, and I will shew you

Proofs, he has a favour for me,

Greater then your imagination knows.

[He is leading her off and is met by Cassidore.

Enter Cassidore.

Cass.

Madam, may I receive the honour of your service,

You have a hand yet free.

Jac.

I want not your assistance, Sir.

Cass.

Let me but whisper a secret in your ear, a secret

Of importance.

Jac.

Nothing is so important as good manners.

[Page]Fla.

The Lady is in the right, Sir, you take an ill time

To tell secrets.

Cass.

I come not hither, Sir, to learn Instructions of you.

Fla.

But I use to give 'em, Sir, to such as want.

Jac.

Your Instruction, Sir, is bold and insolent.

Cass.

Oblige me then but to reject his service.

Fla.

If she should yield to your Counsel, Sir, your life

Were in some danger.

Cass.

He that has confidence to withstand his displeasure,

Can never want courage to despise your resign:

That hand thou hast too little right to, and she

Shall soon see which of us is most fearless.

Fla.

I will not wrong my happiness so much,

This hand would make a Tygre meek.

Jac.

No man is wrong'd, now no man is Possessor.

[She throws away Flam. hand

Fla.

Unhappy frustration, Good Madam, to suppress

His Arrogance, be pleas'd to declare, did you

Recal your favour in respect to his desires, or not.

Jac.

What's that to either of you, to whom I stand averse.

Cass.

Nay, gracious Madam, do not constrain your liberty.

To favour me: rather expose me to the fury of

Your frowns, then make me Author of your least

Inquietudes: you shall see, Madam, my respects

O'recome my jealousie: I'le patiently retire, and

Wait a time for my revenge.

But, Madam, let it not be forgotten, with what regret

I leave your Presence, being an effect of my obedience.

Not of my desire.

[He is withdrawing.

Enter Alleria and Julia.

Alle.

I had forgot to ask her when Cassidore was

With her last.

Jac.

O are you there, now to revenge my Brother:

[aside.

Cassidore, come back,

Cass.

My absence may oblige you, Madam.

Jac.

If you esteem my love, come back, come

Give me your hand; I did but chide in jest,

The best Lovers use it; it sets an edge

[Page] Upon affection: when we invite our friends

Unto a Feast, 'tis not all Sweet-meats that we

Set before 'em.

Cass.

Ha, I suspect this sudden change; but

I'le make use of an Expedient to distinguish it.

Fla.

Horrour to my soul.

Jul.

O monstrous, yonder he is with her, Madam.

And she suffers him to lead her.

Alle.

I am seiz'd with such a Feavor on the sudden,

That the ground I stand on trembles under me.

Fla.

But four words with you, Madam:

Jac.

I must not, reason and duty otherwise oblige.

[Ex. Cass. and Jac.

Alle.

The tempest of a thousand anguishes torment me.

Fla.

Reason and Duty otherwise oblige.

Alle.

O woman, woman, thy Vows are ropes of sand,

And slight as webs that spiders weave,

Inspire me fury, I'le be reveng'd if I have breath.

[Exit. Alle.

Jul.

So here's like to be fine work: I'le be the

Match to this wild-fire.

[Exit Jul.

Fla.

Now I perceive all her respects are counterfeit,

When she dispenc'd her favour to me, 'twas

With that neglect, as Charity is dispos'd out

Of a Palsie hand; rather let fall then given.

Enter Addibar.

Add.

Sir, Signior Robatzy is this way approaching to

Salute you.

Fla.

I will prevent him that labour;

I'le wait on him.

[Exit and enter presently, whilst the Scene changes to Robat' house.

Enter Robatzy greeting of Flaminio.

Rob.

What consolation, Sir, have I to see you here

In health: your father and I held an entire friendship;

I hope it may be continu'd in his son.

Fla.

I shall be honour'd, Sir, to be your Servant; my Mother

Commanded my delivery of some Letters to you,

Which in your absence, last night, I left at

Your house.

Rob.

I have received them, and find you have been exact

To her Appointment.

[Page]Fla.

She writ to me to Florence (where since my

Fathers death I have resided with my Uncle)

That she had a purpose to be in Spain

About this time, and with an unusual importunity

Required me to meet her here, assuring me

I should expect her at your house, but

The occasion is to me unknown.

Rob.

She writes to me likewise, she will be here

Her self about this time.

Fla.

My Sister, I hope, comes with her.

Rob.

I am not of that belief.

Fla.

Why?

Rob.

I must not satisfie you.

Fla.

Must not; your cloudy Language makes me

Fear Misfortune; I doubt she is not living.

Rob.

Her death, Sir, is not the thing that should

Afflict you most.

Fla.

What then?

Rob.

Something worse.

Fla.

I am in the dark still, still further from your meaning:

Why was I appointed to make such Haste

Hither.

Rob.

I am forbid to tell you any thing; your Mother

Doth conjure my secrecie: tomorrow from her own mouth

You will be fully inform'd; till when, pray

Command my house, and all it can afford to

Express your welcom.

Fla.

Sir, I thank you for your generous offer, but I

Desire to be dispenc'd with for this night.

Rob.

Why, whither are you going?

Fla.

To give a Visit to an ancient friend, and

School-fellow, who by great fortune yesterday

I met in the street, soon after my Arrival,

One Don Alvarez.

Rob.

Alvarez, what fatal charmes oblige you to receive

The favour of an enemie; have you forgot the

Inveterate hatred that has so long dwelt

In both your Families.

[Page]Fla.

No, Sir, I well remember it; but that variance

Expir'd with our fathers; he sav'd my life once

In Florence, when 'twas overwhelm'd with

Peril; and since my Arrival here he has

Received me, with marks of highest favour, allowing

Me the honour to renew my Acquaintance to his fair Sister,

Whom (if Heaven be propitious to my wish)

I intend—

Rob.

All Powers above forbid it; O Sir, persist not in

A destructive hope: your ruine's nourish'd in

That thought.

Fla.

What mean you, Sir?

Rob.

You have express'd words of a most dangerous

Sense, and if your purposes be not suddenly revers'd,

You are lost for ever.

If you owe any obedience to a Mothers will,

Withdraw your resolution.

Fla.

My ingratitude would defile my blood, should

I be less sensible of his favours, benefits so

Multipli'd would animate the most ingrateful

To an Acknowledgment.

Exit.

Rob.

What power our Passions have over our Wills, we▪

Are all naturally so obstinate against our good;

That though at Sea we suffer shipwrack, and in

Warre are overcome; yet we give not over neither.

Enter Don Bertran, Sancho and Pedro.

San.

Come Sir, we are at length Arriv'd; this is the house.

Ber.

Hold Sancho, thou goest too fast for me: the Devil

Take this Mule, what a damn'd Trot she went;

I am as sore as if I had been cudgel'd.

Ped.

I am glad on't: you have often put me into that

Condition, I thank your Worships hands for it.

Rob.

What's here?

Ber.

I have scarce a whole bone left.

San.

Fie, Sir, do not complain so loud, you

Should own no pain so near your Mystriss

But that of love.

Ped.

You had better ha' bin hors'd upon one of your

Flanders Mares.

[Page]Rob.

On my life, this is the old Amorist, that comes▪

A wooing to my Daughter; Go, call her, Addibar;

Add.

I shall, Sir.

[Exit.

Ber.

Well, what said she to my Letter?

San.

Why, she esteem'd it above her breath;

You are the happiest man living, she is a

Whole Mint of vertue: besides, Sir, she is young,

Fair, witty, modest, tall, slender, and a thousand

Other things.

Ber.

But does she love me?

San.

Infinitely, You do not love yonr self so much.

Ber.

And—.

San.

Look you, Sir, here's her father come to

Meet you.

Ber.

Why dost thou shew him me? thou

Know'st I could never endure an old man in my life;

But since he's here, I'le speak to him;

Father-in-law, come hither.

Rob.

Sir, my observation has instructed me who you are:

And in Testimony of your welcom—

Ber.

Nay, nay, no Complement: I am a man of few words.

Enter Alleria veyl'd, and Julia, &c.

I understand your Daughter is marriageable, handsom

I am told too; for the fame of her fills Toledo, and—

Jul.

Bless us, good Madam, what a thing is this?

Alle.

More out of fashion then he that wants an Oath.

Rob.

Her will, Sir, is limited to mine, and I would have

Her place her affections, where she may

Find felicity.

Ber.

I can speak to her then as I please.

Rob.

Without question, Sir.

Ber.

And my discourse, you think, will please her.

Rob.

I have no reason to suspect it, Sir, look Sir,

There she is, you have liberty to try her.

Ber.

Very well, Sancho, Pedro.

Both.

Sir, Sir.

Ber.

Is nothing amiss about me:

San.

All in very good order: only your Ruff, Sir,

[Page] Is not in the fashion here in Sivil.

Ped.

But yet your shape is graceful.

Ber.

The fashion, tell me of the fashion;

I'le be a fashion to a fashion, fashion, sayst thou,

He that has wit is never out of fashion.

Ped.

I, I, Sir; the Sun is sufficiently beautified

With its own Rays.

Rob.

Horrid impertinence: this is some stuff'd thing

Or out-side of a man.

Ped.

Nay Sir, if you wonder at this, what will

Becom of you anon, he is able to speak

More with ease, then any man can endure

With patience.

Ber.

Well, Madam, either you are very handsom

Or very ugly: if ugly, you must shew your Im-

Perfections only to me: if handsom, I have

Reason to suspect the frailty of your Sex;

So that be you handsom, or be you ugly,

'Tis requisite you keep your self veyl'd.

Alle.

VVhat Answer shall I make to so much folly?

San.

That was well hit yfaith.

Ber.

She had need be a good Horsewoman

That my Rhetorick will not dismount:

Ho, father-in-law, she does not answer

VVhat's the cause?

Rob.

Alas, Sir, she fears to sin against Modesty.

Ber.

The joy of her exalted fortune throws her

Into a thousand extasies.

San.

How the fool fats himself with hopes,

And toils as much as if his Cards was wise ones.

Ber.

What will you be still silent (fair one:)

Come, I must have you talk to me: a woman's

Nothing, if she want a tongue: away with this

Sullen humour, 'tis too cold for my desires; Come, I

Say, I must have you brisk, lovely, and higher-wing'd.

Alle.

Silence, Sir, is the effect of Admiration.

The nobleness of your deport, and generous behaviour

So much astonishes my unwary sence, I know

Not what to say.

[Page]Ber.

Hah Sancho, she talks well.

Alle.

I was taught to admire you, Sir, before I saw you,

By the Rhetorique of your Amorous lines: your

Eloquent tongue is as powerful as Orpheus

Harp, and would like that, make stones flie.

About your ears.

San.

A witty Rogue, she has prickt his folly in

The right vein.

Ber.

I find she has too much wit to be ugly;

Sirrah Sancho, cause her to be unveyl'd, 'tis

Time to let me see her shape and aspect.

Aller.

Sir, it belongs to me to obey, since your ordain it.

[She puts up her Veyl.

Ber.

Do you here, old man; I know not what Pattern

You had; but you have succeeded well, she

Is handsom.

Rob.

Your Approbation, Sir, is an honour to her:

Will it please you walk in?

Ber.

I like her forehead well, and the rouling of her eye;

O thou Hive of sweetness, thou Model of

Perfection, think not the worse of me,

Because I do not kiss thee; I will not make

Thy Courtesies so common: Sancho, bid her be

Veyl'd agen: Nay, do it, or I'le not speak a

Word more.

Alle.

Sir, I know my duty, and shall meet you

In all commands.

Jul.

O that I had but liberty to laugh at him.

Ber.

Do you hear, father; you have instructed

Her well: I commend your care; well my

Child, thou shalt see, I'le make thee the

Best wife in Sivil.

Alle.

Sir, not knowing what a husband is, nor what he

May be, I can promise little.

Ber.

Nay, never fear a quiet Union, I am as

Easily pleas'd as a child, let me but sleep

I'le ne're disturb you; Do you hear my

Little Rogue: you my little Rascal.

Jul.

You give me fine names, Signior; Rogue and Rascal.

[Page]Ber.

Well, well, its no matter for that, its

Common with me to abuse them I love most:

Get the Bride ready betimes tomorrow. I shall

Make short work on't; I love to be brief,

Because I love to be plain; or (hark you)

Now I think on't better; let us all to bed with

Our clothes on: so we shall be the sooner ready

In the Morning.

San.

What Company, Sir, will your Worship have to dinner

With you.

Ber.

Company, Hang Company; I'le have no Company,

I do not intend to be undone

At a meal; Come, my Spouse, give me your hand:

Tomorrow early all that will shall see,

The Ship launch'd forth of your Virginity,

And man'd by none but me.

The more I look on thee, the more I prove;

There's still more cause why I thee more should love.

Exeunt

3

ACT III. SCENE I.

Enter Alvarez and Lysander.

Alva.

THE night approaches, and 'tis time to put this

Letter, and my hopes into thy hands.

Lys.

What torments my diligence draws upon my self.

Lys.

Hasten the delivery: I shall expect thee

With impatience.

[Exit.

Lys.

'Tis not in the power of my sense to disswade

Him from this last Attempt; we are all to

Our own opinions as Mothers to their children,

Loving to those that merit least:

Who now beholds me, cannot choose but see

An unmatch'd Mirrour of calamity.

To do my duty is to increase my grief,

And prosecute a Fate has no relief:

You Gods, if I must live miserable, why should

[Page] I be my self the unhappy cause, and

Press the effect, of what I most should fear;

See where she walks: O strange event of fate.

Enter Alleria and Julia.

Alle.

Was there ever such a Phantastick at

His years; I know not what to make of him,

A thing between a Cradle and a Grave.

Jul.

I am glad my old Master perceives his folly;

It may be a good Omen, Madam: 6000 Duckets

A year, had once a good digestion with him.

Lys.

I dare not make my Address, yet dare not be

Unfaithful.

Alle.

But yet my thoughts are troubled at Jaccinta's

Falseness.

Jul.

'Tis not without reason, Madam: for instead of

Denying Cassidore's Visits, she preferr'd his

Service before anothers.

Alle.

After so firm a Promise too.

Lys.

Madam, I am commanded to present this to your

Fair Hands.

Alle.

From whom?

Lys.

From the most passionate Adorer of your beauty.

Jul.

Though I know him to be Alvarez servant, I will

Perswade her otherwise, till she has read the Letter;

Perhaps it may a little mollifie.

Alle.

Who should this be?

Jul.

On my life, Madam, it is the Character of Cassidore,

A Hand worth your heart, I am acquainted with it;

Come, come, peruse it; a Lovers hand is not to be rejected.

Alle.

What would this Ingrateful have?

Lys.

He begs, Madam, that at your feet he may receive

His Pardon or his Death.

Alle.

His Death I seek not, let him hope and live,

Lys.

O fatal Clemency!

Madam, he owns 'tis guilt enough in him, that

You suspect him guilty▪ but the Offerings of the

Penitent, make the offended Gods relent

Alle.

I am pleas'd at this submission

reads.

[Page]Jul.

[aside.

I fear you will not be so long.

Madam,

Though I suspect my Address to be offensive, yet
I should not be obedient to my heart, if I did not
Prosecute its will; let me implore you therefore to
Accept of my [...]trition, and withdraw the Impressions of
That cruelty, that Winter starves the happiness of

Your unfortunate Vassal,
ALVAREZ.

Alle.

Alvarez: Pernicious man, is it from him?

How were my hopes misled?

Lys.

What dismal change is this?

[tears the Paper in a rage.

Lys.

My thoughts did preacquaint me with this issue.

Jul.

Madam, to insult upon a prostrate wretch, is

Harder tyranny, then to have made him so.

Alle.

He is as hateful to my soul, as sin unto the Saints.

Jul.

So Tygres, at the hearing of soft Musick,

Become more cruel.

Lys.

So sick men rise and hunt, for what Physicians

Do deny 'em.

[Exit.

Jul.

'Tis strange, a man should be so constant under

Such disdains.

Alle.

I would acknowledge it a vertue in any other,

But in him a foolish dotage of the mind.

Jul.

This Passion measures all things by it self.

Alle.

Give me a Lover that would rather die, then that

The world should know he is sick:

These punings and these whinings I abominate.

Enter Cassidore leading and courting Jaccinta.

Jul.

How can a just grief contain it self, when

There is so much cause for a Complaint.

Alle.

Soft, who are those

Jul.

By this good Evening, Madam, 'tis Cassidore

Courting of Jaccinta.

Alle.

What's this that pains my heart o'th' sudden so.

Jul.

I can tell you, Madam: 'tis love, the finest sickness

In the world, when it take two together▪

Cass.

Oh, fairest Lady, fairest of thousands your blush

[Page]

Is like the morning: and your smile brighter then noon.

Jac.

What would Alleria say, if she should hear this?

Cass.

In these armes I'le lock you fast for ever, and sooner

Part from all the World, then from my joys in you.

Alle.

O that my eyes were into Bullets turn'd,

That I might shoot 'em at his heart.

Cass.

The vertuous heat that sojourns in this [...]nd,

Chaseth my active spirits through my veins,

In such a wanton dalliance, as if pleasure in me

Had proclaim'd a Jubilee.

Alle.

Patience, where art thou?

Jul.

Out of Call, I warrant you: ha, the sky grows

[All. faints in Jul. arms

Overcast; help, help, help, O my Lady:

Cass.

How now, what cry is that?

Jul.

O cursed man: you are the unhappy cause.

Jac.

Alleria: and in a Swoon; I have a Balsom (chaf'd

Upon her temples) will recover her in an instant.

[Ex. Jacc.

Jul.

O you tyrant, you hard-hearted man, is this fit

Usage to a Lady? has all your feign'd respects to her

Brought forth this fruit?

Cass.

What shall I do? unhappy accident.

Jul.

You have no way to recompence her, but by

Putting on an Artificial Penitence.

Cass.

Hear me, thou fairest Idol of the eye, behold

What torments does oppress my soul, to see

The light of those bright Suns eclips'd.

The day has no esteem, but for thy sake.

Jul.

What pretty flattering stuff these men are made of?

Cass.

Hear but my mournful Sighs▪ the best Expressors

O a heavy sorrow.

Enter Jaccinta with a Viol.

Jac.

Amazement seize me, what do I behold; all the

Distrusts that are past, at this one Object return

[breaks at.

To thicken this black vapour.

Jul.

So, now it happens as I design'd.

Cass.

I love you secretly, my Humility will witness

The truth of my respects; this that you have construed

As a wandring from my Allegiance, is but a

Feign'd Civility.

[Page]Jac.

To what remote unhabitable place of the earth

Is the faith of mankind fled?—thou hast now

Unveyl'd the black disguise cloth'd thy false soul.

Cass.

Madam.—

[Rises and speaks to Jaccinta.

Jac.

Nay, never seek for an excuse,

For now another shall enjoy the heart thou hast

So much abus'd; I'le give it unto one declares he hates me.

E're thou shalt be Possessor of it, and so take

Vengeance on my self for my too easie faith.

Cass.

Why, Madam, are you thus offended, for a

Fault committed by my tongue, and not my heart;

Your Jealousie is unjustly alarm'd, all that I

Have said is counterfeit, on purpose to delude

Her, from suspecting of my faith to you.

Alle.

O Traitor, canst thou with blush-less impudence

Declare so much to her?—

[Starts from Jul. arms

Jul.

I thought we should have change of weather,

The Moon hung so.

Jac.

Perfidious, now declare thy self, to which of us

Is thy base heart inclin'd?

Alle.

Pull off your Mask, you shall dissemble no

More.

Jul.

I should less pity him, had he 30 Bayliffs

At his heels.

Alle.

Speak then, to which of us is thy love given,

Perjur'd man?

Cass.

So the assembled Clouds do meet and poure

Their long collected fury in one shoure.

Jac.

Unfaithful, is it to me:

Alle.

Am I the Object of your love?

Jac.

Am I that of your hate!

Jul.

I never till now saw a soul in Purgatory.

Alle.

Deceiver.

Jac.

Flatterer.

Alle.

Double soul, and without faith.

Jac.

Promise-breaker.

Cass.

Oh Heavens: has the simplicity of my respect

Begot this issue.

[Page]Alle.

Cousener; you love me.

Cass.

I do; may my hopes accordingly be blest.

Jac.

And me.

Cass.

I adore you with my soul.

Jac.

Thou canst divide thy self.

Alle.

O insolence.

Jul.

He is courted with that variety; his appetite

Stands Newter.

Cass.

I am devoted to you both; the honouring her

Merit, is doing homage to yours: you are both

Fair, and it will be injustice to one of you

To tell you more.

[Offers to go.

Alle.

Come back, or I'le abjure thy sight for ever.

Jac.

Come back, I say, and put an end to this dispute—

Jul.

Pray Madam, hear me.

[Whispers All.

Cass.

Madam, for Heavens sake permit me to disguise

[to Iac.

My disesteem for her in words, which I beseech you

Credit as the true meaning of my soul to you.

Iul.

Alas, Madam, how would you have him govern himself

In such Surprizes: of necessity, he must flatter

One, to presetve his interest in the other.

Cass.

Madam, if I have said any thing displeasing, let

Your discretion tell you, how much I was surpriz'd,

And wooe you to a forgiveness: is it possible, you

Should have greater proofs of my affection, then

What I have already given, you know, she loves

Me not, and she has told you so; and to assure you

My Integrity is more to you then to her; I'le give

You (in her hearing) the Pledge of all my soul

To witness, that I will never court her more.

Only suffer me, by that respect I pay unto her

Brother, to wait upon her back; in common

Civility I am oblig [...]d to that.

Alle.

How I may trust him now, I cannot tell,

But he has a strange power over me.

[Exit Alle.

Jul.

So the congeal'd vapour melts again: I'le

After her, and yet disswade her from any good

Opinion of him.

[Exit Jul.

[Page]Cass.

Come, Madam, have I not well feigned?

Jac.

—You have—but yet it shall

[Alle. and Jul. appearing in her Chamber

Not profit you.

[Exit Cass. and Jac.

Enter Sancho running.

San.

O Madam: if you love your peace, be gone from

Hence: My Master is almost frantick with jealousie,

Only by the power of a dream:

He heard the voice of a man, as he thought,

In your Chamber,

And is beyond all remedy Lunatick, his rage

Is hotter then the dog-days.

Enter Bertran with his Night-Cap and Swerd drawn.

Ber.

Ho, who's there? what are you? speak; bring lights there

[Jul. puts out the Candle.

San.

Hark, do you hear his bellowing?

Ber.

Where are you? speak, tell me: ha: nay, if you 'scape

Me, the Devil's in't; I will dispeople all the earth,

And drown the World in blood but I will find him.

Alle.

How shall we do to 'scape the torture of his frenzy.

San.

Fear not, Madam, retire to your Chamber, and

I'le keep him in talk till you get out.

Ber.

What voice is that, speak, or I will chop

A Leg of: by my vext soul I'le make thee

A Break-fast for the Crows.

San.

Pray Sir, be patient; I am your Servant Sancho.

Ber.

O is it you, you are a pretty Rascal, Sirrah,

To be up with my Spouse at this time of night.

San.

The care of your honour, Sir, mov'd me to be

Watchful, that none might wrong your love.

Ber.

O I thank you, Sir, you are careful of my honour

Sirrah, who the Pox committed that care

[kicks San. he grumbles

To your charge: you Trencher-slave, I'le kick thee,

Till thou hast no more feeling then a Jews conscience,

San.

Who the Devil would serve a man, to be

Thus abus'd.

Ber.

Ha, mutterest thou?

San.

I am sure I have deserv'd better.

[Page]Ber.

Still mutterest thou?

San.

But I see I must endure it.

Ber.

Yet mutterest thou?

Jul.

So do fat dogs worry the lean.

Ber.

Sirrah, villain, slave, dog, toad, whelp, what

Sayst thou? by this Hilt, I'le rip up each vein

And sinew of thy heart, if thou dost not tell

Me what this noise was?

San.

Why, why, why, Sir?

Ber.

Quick, quick, you Hound: I shall be made

Ridiculous, the scoffe and laughter of the World.

Alle.

Ha, ha, ha, what a Phlegmatick fool is this?

San.

Good Sir, be more temperate; I would not for

My hand, the House here should perceive one

Of your years and gravity to be—

Ber.

Ha, my years and gravity: why you thin-gutted

Slave, how old am I: I am not rotten yet,

Nor grown so Ranck, to smell o'th' Grave; O

Times and Manners, he takes me for a hollow Trunck,

A Carcass, a Tomb, a Sepulcher.

Alle.

This fellow has a Babel-arrogance.

Jul.

Brave in the shop, but nothing in the ware-house.

San.

Why, Sir, Age is a Term may be giv'n to a Child;

I did not say you were old, Sir, I should bely

My sight, there are roses in your cheeks, a quick

And active blood runs free and fresh, through

Every vein.

Ber.

Now he makes a boy of me; a very stripling

School-boy.

Jul.

I had best help to quiet him, Madam; lest my

Master over-hear us: and a worse thing happen.

San.

Still you take all things worse then they are

Meant, Sir, you are so jealaous.

Ber.

Jealous, I have not cause for it.

Jul.

For pity sake, fret not your Master thus:—

[Jul. runs to him.

Pray Sir, be pacified.

Ber.

O are you there, Huswife,

I must be pacified; a very Baby, an Infant.

[Page] Give me some Pap or Plums, buy me a Hobby-horse

And a Rattle.

Alle.

Thou hast a hundred in thy head already.

[aside.

Jul.

What an overgrown Wasp is this? pray Sir, to bed,

'Tis late; what do you think 'tis a Clock?

Ber.

Go look.

Jul.

The sky is full of stars, you may know by them.

Ber.

The stars and clocks too: tell me the

Reason why I am disturb'd: tell me that.

Jul.

Why, you disturb your self, Sir.

Ber.

Go, go, you are a pratling Housewife; I have no more

To say to you: I'le go to your Mystriss, and know

The cause from her.

Jul.

My Mystriss; alas Sir, she's in bed, and sleeps

Securely.

Ber.

Well then, I'le go hearken if she snores, for

I would rather lie with a Hog, then a snoring

Bedfellow.

Jul.

I came from her Chamber, Sir, but now,

She is as calm as Midnight.

Ber.

I'le go wake her then, for I have

A fancie to prattle with her.

Jul▪

That, Sir, were to abuse the good opinion she

Has of your breeding; and I have heard her say,

She believes you are very learn'd.

Ber.

But believe.

Jul.

And vertuous.

Ber.

Who knows not that?

Jul.

A great Historian, and well read.

Ber.

Who dares deny it?

Jul.

Would it not then be much unsuitable to these

Good Qualities, to interrupt her in her rest.

San.

She tickles his vanity rarely;

Good Sir, to bed then, and take your full repose:

You will look ill else, on your Wedding-Morn:

Ber.

Away, Sirrah, you are a fool.

San.

I do confess it, Sir.

Ber.

An Ass, and a Knave.

[Page]San.

So are my betters.

Jul.

Nay, good Sir be patient: sprinkle water on your

Choller: You shall not be angry; come, you

Shall not, for my sake be patient.

She flatters and hugs him:

Ber.

Well, I am pacified: and now thou hast pleas'd

Me, I will rehearse to thee one of my Comedies:

That which I intend shall be acted the morrow

After my Wedding.

Jul.

How do you call it, Sir?

Ber.

Herod's Slaughter of the Innocents.

Jul.

An excellent Theam as any you could have chose.

San.

But that's Tragical, Sir.

Ber.

Hold your tongue, Sirrah; I hope I know what it

Is, that writ it: in the last Act I bring all

To life again.

San.

I Sir, now you are in the right.

Ber.

I have written fourty Plays, and never any

Gave me so much trouble, for in the first

Scene, I bring in: Herod with three hundred Innocents.

Jul.

How Sir; O me, what a fine sight that will be.

San.

If Herod have any Attendants, the Stage will

Be pretty well fill'd.

Ber.

He shall have his Guards, Footmen and Pages.

Jul.

Why Sir, that will be a little Army.

San.

Madam, Madam, you may get by now.

[softly to Alle.

Ber.

Ha: what's that? Ho, house: bring lights there;

I heard somebody whisper, who is it? speak, Sirrah.

San.

Why Sir, 'twas I, was speaking to your Innocents;

I was saying they would take up too much

Room.

Jul.

You had like to have spoil'd all: No, no, no,

[softly to Sancho.

Our great Hall would hold 'em; if they were

Twice as many; but, Sir, to your second Scene.

Ber.

In that I exceed belief, for just as the Tyrant

Is about to destroy 'em, I bring in—

Jul.

Alas, what shall we do?—

Enter Pedro with lights.

Ped.

Who was it call'd for lights here?

[Page]Ber.

Here, here, here: O my dear Mystriss, are you there?

Bert. stares and spies Aller.

I did you too much wrong to think you asleep.

Alle.

Why, Sir?

Ber.

Why Sir, why was there not a man shut up

In your Chamber, did I not hear him?

Alle.

What's this you say?

Ber.

Why I say that you did not sleep, there was

A certain man prevented you; what is he

Handsom, is his eye pleasing to you, and his Nose

Well made; are his Legs of a right Cut,

Or shall I cut 'em for you?

Alle.

Do you only feign your self mad, or are you

So indeed.

Ber.

What am I, what do you make of me?

Ped.

Two Questions, no body can Answer.

Ber.

'Tis well, fair Madam: you esteem me mad then,

And dare tell me so much unto my face;

I'le shew you that I am not mad, for I will

Not be deceiv'd: here, give me a light, by

Pluto's soul I'le find him: though he were

Above Steeples, or beneath Hell; nay, if he

Were retreated to his Mothers womb.

[Exit in a fury, with a Candle in his hand, and sword drawn.

Alle.

I, I: Let him go, let him go; the Bear

Wants Breathing.

Jul.

Good Madam, take this occasion of his absence,

And be gone.

San.

'Tis well advis'd, Madam, for now his Passion

Is up: he will disturb you more then a Catter‐

Wauling: the 32 winds (when broken forth at

Once in opposition) will be soft Musick to the

Noise he'll make.

Alle.

Hark, what a rumbling he keeps:

An everlasting hoarseness dwell in his throat.

[Exit.

Ber.

within] Death and Furies, Must I be all night a hunting

You; speak and save thy life, a man, a rogue,

[Page] A Villain, a Houshold-thief, a Robber of my

Honour, a Spider to infect my walls, come out

You Wolf, come out here.

Jul.

What a roaring does he keep.

[noise agen.

San.

Heark, on my life he is tumbled over something.

Ber.

O Sancho, Sancho, Sancho, help, help, help: bring

Me lights here, I am undone.

San.

I must in and help him, he'll grieve himself

Sick else.

[Ex. Sancho.

Jul.

Well, go thy ways for a vexatious old fool,

When a man is a trouble to himself, 'tis time

The World were rid of him.

Ped.

Jealousie was ever valiant:

Well, if e're she marries him, let her take my Advice;

For a revenge cuckold him.

Jul.

Cuckold him: 'tis such a common Town-trick

She scorns to follow the fashion.

Enter Sancho leading Bertran.

Ber.

O Pedro, Pedro, what shall I do, both my Shins

Are broken against the frame of a stool.

San. and Ped.

Alas, poor Master.

[bursts out into a whining laughter.

Ber.

How now, what dost laugh?

San.

Who I laugh, Sir; alas, not I, Sir▪ I'am griev'd

[cries

At your misfortune.

Ber.

Come, come, peace, good Sancho; it cannot be help'd,

Go, Pedro, go get me some brown paper and a little

Honey.

Ped.

I shall, Sir.

[Exit.

Jul.

A Halter and a Gallows rather.

[aside.

San.

Come Sir, put up your sword, since the Rogue is

Fled for't, let the gods punish him.

Ber.

No, let the devil punish him; he'll hamper him:

Where is this Quean? she can tell me what he was;

You Houswife, Polcat, you soapy-Slut, what say you?

Where is he? what was he?

Jul.

Why thou bundle of diseases, thou yelping devil;

Where dost thou think thou art, thou tun of

Nastiness: were not poison to thee natural, thy

[takes him by the collar

[Page] Own rottenness would strangle thee: O that

Thy eyes were worth the pulling out.

San.

Well said, at him.

[claps him on the back.

Ber.

Ha, Sanc, Sanc, what says she?

San.

She's mad, Sir.

Jul.

That Lady thy poisonous tongue abuses thus,

Has more vertue in her then all thy Progeny

Could ever own: Slight, were it not a shame

Unto humanity. I would (in reparation of her

Wrongs:) Kick thy fat Lump into its Grave,

Force thee to creep into thy Scabbard, and make

Thee with thy own hands stick up thy bellowing

Chaps.

San.

Well done, faith Girle, here's a Virago for you.

Ber.

Nay, nay, nay, I am satisfied my Spouse

Is honest, prithee, good Wench, hold thy tongue,

And make no words on't; I will believe the

Noise I heard was in the next house, or any

Thing else that thou would'st have me.

Jul.

VVhy so, Sir, now it is as it should be: this

Temper does become you: a Husband should

Be always credulous of his VVives honesty,

Though he has no reason for't, the VVorld will

Count him a good-natur'd man; I will go

Tell my Lady now what a good-natur'd man you

Are when you are pleas'd.

[Exit Julia.

San.

She has hector'd him rarely: he is as calm

As a child in sleep.

Ber.

Come, Sancho, lead me to my bed, my head akes,

My shins are broke, my bones sore, my stomack

Is faint; I am all disordered, Heaven send us

VVell back again, for I'le have none of her.

San.

Truly, Sir, it was against my will you took

This journey.

Ber.

VVhene're my heart (again) Love entertains,

May all the Divels in Hell forbid the baynes.

[Exeunt.

Enter Flaminio and Addibar, with Musick ready.

Flam.

The house is hereabout, go call the Musick.

[Page]Add.

They are here, Sir.

Fla.

Bid 'em sing the Song that I appointed under

That window, and d'ye hear, get the Masquerade

Ready: in case she should look out.

Jac.

What Musick is this I hear?

[Jac. at the window.

The stillness of the night lends it a graceful eccho.

Fla.

Now for the Masquerade.

[a Dance in Antique habits.

After the Dance, Enter Cassidore.

Cass.

Who is that, that dares attempt the Circumvention

Of my hopes▪ speak whoe're thou art.

Fla.

My name's Flaminio.

Jac.

Flaminio?

Cass.

Then know I am thy mortal Enemy, Cassidore: and

'Tis no little joy to me, that I have met thee here;

Tell me, and that suddenly, why thou assum'st

The liberty to court my Mistriss.

Fla.

As her brothers friend she suffers my respects;

If I were her Lover, dost think me Master

Of no more discretion, then to satisfie my

Rival with it.

Cass.

Then draw.

Fla.

As willingly as ever man met fortune.

Jac.

Ah—

They figbt, Jac. shrieks and shuts the window.

Add.

O help, help, help, what will you do, Sir:

Master, Gentlemen.

[running between them.

Enter Alvarez running.

Alle.

What noise is this, who calls for help?

Add.

Here, Sir, here.

Alva.

Ha, Cassidore, is it you?

What hath inrag'd thy blood to such a fury.

Cass.

Who would not die with joy in the defence of his

Affection.

Alva.

What, Flaminio, too; what divel (envious of mens

Friendship) scattered the seeds of this dissention.

Fla.

Dear friend, leave us to our difference.

Alva.

I must not leave you, nor I will not.

Cass.

O 'tis a disfavour to us now.

Alva.

Let me but know the cause.

[Page]Cass.

Nothing.

Fla.

Nothing.

Alva.

Come, Flaminio, with you I know I can prevail;

You were not wont to hide a thought from me:

Tell me, what hath drawn this foul weather in thy face?

Fla.

Why, suppose he would have me quit my right

To blessedness.

Cass.

Or he deprive me of that good that is invaluable.

Alva.

I comprehend you not; you do not deal by me as

One whose love was worth your estimation.

I have an equal interest in both your fates; you are

Both my friends: neither can suffer, but I must

Share in [...]t: How comes it then my importunities

Find such opposition.

Cass.

In vain, Alvarez, is this friendship shewn: my

Resolution is but deferr'd for some moments, had he

The Altar for security: Religion should not

Bind me from his death.

[Exit Cass.

Alva.

I little thought, Flaminio, you could have been

Repugnant to a Friends request.

Fla.

Prithee desist, it is not worth thy care.

Alva.

Can any thing require the Exposure of thy life,

That bears not a value worthy of my knowledge.

Fla.

What wouldst thou have me tell thee,

Heavens, what an extremity is this?

[aside.

Alva.

Since you refuse to tell me,

I guess the cause: you are both in love with one beauty.

Fla.

Thou hast surmiz'd a truth, now thou art satisfied.

Alva.

If I am, I owe no thanks to your confession: yet

Oblige me, tell but her name.

Fla.

O cruelty it self, must I declare to him: it is

[aside.

His Sister.

Fla.

How ill doth this Reserve become thee now?

I never hid from thee the secrets of my soul: thou

Wert the Closet to 'em all.

Fla.

What can I tell him if I name her, what is it he

VVill not say, for I have courted her without his

Licence.

[aside

I must conceal it till a fitter time.

[Page]Alv.

This confusion in him raises my distrust. I fear

[aside

It Alleria:—What, must I not know her then?

Fla.

This Reluctance, friend, proceeds from certain

Fears I have, that when I have nam'd her

To you, you'll turn my enemy; and cancel that

Most sacred bond of Uuion, that hath so long been

Seal'd between us; judge then, is it fitting I

Should tell thee any more; trust me, Alvarez,

Thy desires, thy desires, should find a recompence

In any thing but this:—farewel.

[offers to go

Alv.

Heark you, Flaminio, whither are you going thus late?

Fla.

I have oblig'd my self, to lie this night at

Signior Robatzy's; for both of us tomorrow early

Are to meet my Mother in her way from Rome;

Good-night—

[Exit.

Alva.

I am more confus'd then ever; he lies this night

At her house, how every thing conspire to

Aggravate my doubts; was it for this (false man)

I sav'd thy life, to supplant me of my hopes: O

Wolf that durst devour the breast that nurs'd thee;

But he forgets, the life I gave him was but lent,

And is to be remanded at my pleasure; I see

His end through all his close contrivance: now I find

That open foes are easier to invade,

Then Ambushes that are in friendship laid.

[Exit.

4

ACT IV. SCENE I.

Enter Signior Robatzy, Flaminio and Addibar.

Fla.

IT were unfit, Sir, my Mother should be attended

Only with your Company, and my self here, waiting

Her Arrival.

Rob.

Though 'tis your duty, Sir, it is not needful;

For 'twas her Command you should expect her

At my house.

Fla.

My soul would suffer much disquiet, should

I omit a duty so becoming.

[Page]Rob.

But she is not assured of your Arrival, Sir,

Only may guess it by the time of her Appointment.

Fla.

So much the better, Sir, duty's perform'd, when

Unexpected renders the Surprize the greater.

Well, Sir, 'tis your Conquest, and I must yield,

We'll go together.

Enter Alvarez and Lysander.

Fla.

Addibar, Get the Coach ready, and bring it to

The Garden-gate.

Add.

I shall, Sir.

[Exit Add.

Lys.

It is all truth that I have told you, Sir, she

Loaths you more then youth hates death; or age

Her spightful Neighbour; The Letter that

You sent by me she tore into a thousand pieces,

And with a look so full of terrour, as if she would

Have done as much to you.

Fla.

Hold, Sir, yonder's Alvarez: Pray suffer me

To take my leave of him before we go.

Rob.

Not for a world, Sir, pray pardon me: I must not

Suffer it.

Fla.

Your restraint is as unjust as cruel. I, should I

Violate the respects I owe him: and without cause

Reject so dear a friend.

Alva.

Who is that, Flaminio?

Rob.

The more you urge me,

I am the more averse to your desires: Pray let us go.

Fla.

This is unnatural, Sir, thus to refuse the

Conversation of the man I most esteem.

Rob.

I cannot grant it you.

[Exit Rob. pulling of Flam.

Alva.

Now truth's unmasqu'd, and shame walketh

By, bearing a blushing torch; Didst thou

Observe, Lysander, with what care and trouble he

Avoided me; Doubtless, the remorse of his

Ingratitude, makes him conscious of the wrongs

He has done me, whilst she triumphs in

Her unjust security.

Lys.

Ah, my Lord, the Heavens are too impartial

To behold (with pleas'd eyes) the wickedness of our

Offences, and therfore prudently inflict upon us punishments

Ofttimes proportion'd to the nature of our crimes.

[Page]Alva.

I call all nature to defiance, to accuse me

Of a sin qualified for such a judgment.

Lys.

Examine well, Sir, the actions of your life;

No breach of faith, no violation of a sacred Vow.

Alva.

By the soul of truth I never.—

Lys.

Hold Sir; before you swear, let me discover

To you what she told me; somebody in

Prejudice of your love inform'd her, that in

Italy you were contracted to a young and an

Innocent Maid, nam'd Semena, of a noble Family:

But when she had given her vertue to your

Charge, exchang'd hearts, and wrap'd 'em in your

Faith: You most dishonourably left her the

Ignominy and scandal of her sex; and upon this

Conjecture, Sir, she builds her Rigour, that he

Who changes once, may do so ever.

Alva.

But this was not inconstancy.

Lys.

Not Sir, it will be difficult to prove it other.

Alva.

Fear not, I shall easily convince her of

My innocence.

Lys.

Heavens, what can this Ingrateful say▪

[aside.

Alva.

Alas, I had not seen that Lady that thou

Speak'st of, when she was offred me to wife;

'Tis true, by the perswasion of our relations, I did

Agree to marry her, to reconcile some

Animosities, that had long liv'd in both our

Families: so that it was not the Election

Of my Will, but the interest of my Peace oblig'd me to it;

Judge then how much I am wrong'd, by being

Upbraided with a crime I am not guilty of.

Lys.

My soul has now her full load.

[aside.

Enter Jaccinta and Livia veyl'd.

Alva.

Hold, yonder's a Lady veyl'd,

For shape and motion much resembling Alleria.

Lys.

Dear Sir, forbear, I must not suffer you;

Do you not know the custom of the place?

To draw the Curtain in the street (though she

Were mean) is mortal.

Alva.

Nothing shall restrain me:

Liv.

Your brother, Madam.

[Page]Jac.

Alas, how shall I shun him?

Alva.

Madam—

Liv.

What is't would you have, Sir?

Alva.

A view of that fair Lady:

What eye can see you, Madam, and not carry War

Unto his heart.

Lys.

Did ever man more wilfully prosecute his

Own Misfortunes?

Alva.

'Tis a felicity to me, to be within the view of my

Tormentor: My rest, my life, my all is in your hands.

Liv.

You are ill instructed, Sir; this is not she you look for.

Alva.

Not she, what makes her shun me then?

Lys.

You see, you shoot your Arrows against

A Rock, which may return to hurt you.

Alva.

Let me but hear her speak: give me a

Word from her.

Jac.

Look you, Sir, what will it profit you?

[puts up her veyl

Alva.

My Sister, what treacherous Guides are our desires:

Why did you keep my heart so long lock'd up in errour?

Jac.

Only to try what passions were about it.

Alva.

But whether were your hasty steps directed?

Jac.

Nay, I am at my journey's end, Brother;

My setting forth was only bent to give you joy,

I hear you are to be married.

Alva.

Ah, Sister, my death you'll sooner see,

I am injur'd above the power of sufferance.

Jac.

By whom, Brother.

Alva.

You know too well; the false Flaminio.

Jac.

What's his crime?

Alva.

His love.

Jac.

His love?

Alva.

His treacherous love, why do you feign your self

Ignorant of what you so well know?

Jac.

O Heavens, he knows he loves me: and thence

His anger comes.

[aside.

Alva.

Were he hid within the Caverns of the earth,

My revenge (subtil as it is) should find him;

And though he had a sword tempered with charmes,

Yet would I kill him.

Jac.

O Brother, he's but an ill Physician will destroy

[Page] The Patient he can cure, the errours of our

Friends, we should detect with admonition,

Not with rage and violence.

Alva.

Thou art his Advocate.

Jac.

Love, brother, (if it be a crime) is not always

An Act of our intention, but oftentimes we are

Surpriz'd in to it by accident, the offences therefore

That proceed from our Misfortunes, are not to

Be charg'd as the transgressions of our wills,

But rather pitied as our frailties, and excus'd.

Alva.

Sister, I approve your intercession, and call

It by the name of generous: I have lov'd

Him so, he was the Volume of my secrets.

Jac.

How know you then but your suspitions are

Unjust, and Innocence made guilty by a false surmize▪

Alva.

O 'tis too evident he loves her.

Jac.

Her, who?

Alv.

Alleria.

Jac.

He love Alleria.

Alva.

I surpriz'd him even now talking with her

Father, and when he saw me, he slunk away as

Black souls do at the face of Justice: besides,

He lay last night at her house.

Jac.

O flie to your revenge; let him not live a moment,

Now I curse the rash Compassion I bestow'd upon him.

Alva.

Why are you (Sister) so incens'd, because a Mote

Troubles your eye, would you for this pluck down

The Sun from Heaven.

Jac.

The trouble (brother) that appears in me, riseth

From an apprehension of his wrongs to you;

Can there be a greater indignity imputable to

Man then breach of trust, and that in sacred

Friendship; Friendship did I say, friendship

Is lost when Rivalship begins; Go, go, and

Punish in his blood the crimes of his false soul.

Alva.

What, in a Turtle's look a Tygre's mind.

He is but an ill Physician will destroy the

Patient he can cure, the errours of our friends we

Should detect with admonition, not with rage and violence.

Jac.

Dull purblind frailty: as 'tis a glory to be jealous.

[Page] Of our honour, so 'tis an errour to wink at what

We ought to see.

Alva.

If it be an errour, Sister, it was introduc'd by you.

Jac.

Then 'twas the ignorance of his crime made

Me stand up against the guilt, and interpose

Between your wrath and him; but now I do no

Longer hold you, haste to your revenge: as many

Minutes as you defer it, so many wounds you

Make upon his breast.

Alva.

Away, rash woman, thou art no more alli'd

Unto my nature, then a Vulture's to a Dove.

Jac.

No, no, let him live then, and be the mark

Of your disgrace.

Alva.

You are inconsiderate in your passion: would you

Have me kill the man that's worthy of my

Mercy: perhaps my jealousie has done him

Wrong: his love to her may be of an Elder

Growth then mine.

Jac.

O injurious Clemency: the life he owes you

(Were there no other cause) obliges him to

Resign all Claims unto her: but he deserves

All wrongs that can so tamely suffer the

Privation of his love.

Alv.

My Inquietudes are great, I'le take the

Recollection of some minute in the mean time,

Make you a Visit to Alleria for further

Confirmation, she hath well counterfeited,

But yet I see through the deceit:

O what a wondrous little part

Has Heaven, in a dissembling womans heart.

[Exeunt Alv. and Lys.

Liv.

I wonder, Madam, you should love a man,

Yet seek his death with so much earnestness.

Jac.

I loath the thought of loving him: If I have

Any passion for him, 'tis revenge.

Liv.

That vengeance is but lame, that walks upon

The Crutches of the tongue, though

You have thundred out your fury against

Him, I know you would not hurt a hair

Of him for all the world▪

Jac.

O how should I rejoyce to see an Earthquake

[Page] Gape and take him in before me: Not hurt

Him; yes, I would be as wild in my revenge

As is the Lion in full heat of blood: when by

Instinct he knows his Mate plays false.

Enter Cassidore.

Cass.

O Madam; I rejoyce in this good fortune:

It was you I sought for.

Jac.

And it was you I would avoid.

Cass.

At your approach my heart starts out of its

Dark despair, and opens as Roses at the gentle

Aspect of the Sun: why do you use so ill, a man

So faithful.

Enter Alleria and Julia.

Jac.

Yonder is one will give you a reason for it.

Cass.

Madam, she is handsom, and more kind.

Alle.

What always with that deceitful: now I find

A fair occasion for my revenge, Jaccinta: you

Appear to me so indispos'd; I have no

Encouragement to acquaint you with my News.

Jac.

What is it, Madam?

Alle.

Nay, 'tis unseasonable now (I find) to talk of

Masks and Revels.

Jac.

All manner of Intelligence from you is welcom.

Alle.

Since you will know it then, I'le tell you: my

Father hath at length appointed me a husband.

Jac.

Do you not mean the fat old Gentleman my

Brother told me of.

Alle.

Out upon him for a Puff-past, no one that

Is youthful, nobly born, and generous: when

You know who it is, you will approve my choice.

Jac.

Who is it, pray?

Alle.

You need but small instruction, he hath

Lodg'd at your house: 'tis your Brothers friend.

Jac.

His name.

All.

How willingly she would hear, what she unwillingly

[aside.

Would know—Flaminio. Ha, ha, ha;

Now she resents my griefs.

Liv.

Madam, Madam, for shame recal your self,

And bear it bravely.

[Page]Cass.

I have much interest in the event.

Jac.

But pray tell me, is not this change welcom to you?

Alle.

The wretched beggar could not resent,

What greater joy should he a Kingdom gain?

I count his love's the highest thought felicity

Can reach; and reap such happiness in his esteem;

I want a subject for another wish.

Jac.

But does he recompence your esteem with the

Reward that is due to it?

Alle.

He loves me more then I can express;

He swears he lives only by the blessing of my eyes

When he is near me he is transported, but

Out of sight, in torments: if by chance I meet

him, I fear to see him die with joy: and (if his

Oaths be true) not only with dislike, but hate,

He views all other faces.

Jac.

And you love him you say as much.

Alle.

Love him: I had much rather live with him

On some high Mountain cover'd with snow,

And hung with Isicles, then live with any

Other in Palaces, with all varieties imaginable.

Jac.

You hear this, Cassidore?

Cass.

I do, Madam, and rejoyce to see her Fortunes swell

To your desire.

Alle.

I sooner shall forget my name then my engagements

To your favours: but your inconstancy was of an ill

Example; it soon taught me the way.

Cass.

Pray Madam, let us mention it no more, but

Still repute me as I ever was: Your servant.

Alle.

Sir, I thank you; Madam, at my Wedding, pray

Give me the honour of your Company▪

[Exit Jac. and Liv. with Cas.

Jac.

You ever had commands upon your servant.

Cass.

Permit me, Madam, I beseech you to give you

My Attendance.

Alle.

My Revenge I have, but not my hopes.

Jul.

Why, Madam?

Alle.

Fortune's utmost spight pursues me▪ Cassidore

Still flies me.

Jul.

You lose nothing in the change, Madam:

Flaminio is the handsomer man in my opinion.

[Page]Alle.

Thou art mistaken, Julia; I have held a false

Glass before her eyes: all this I said, I feign'd,

Only to punish her infidelity to me.

Jul.

Say you so, Madam; now by my honesty

It was cunningly carried.

Enter Cassidore.

But see, Madam, Cassidore returns, and that's

No ill sign.

Alle.

What, have you so soon quitted the Idol of

Your soul: O, I see the reason, your looks discover

Some unkindness in her carriage to you.

Cass.

It were a wrong unto the goodness of her Nature,

Should I make the least complaint of her ill usage.

Alle.

Come, come, unvizard your deceit: has she not

Told me, she despis'd your courtship, and vow'd

It was much dislike she ever saw you.

Cass.

Those discourtesies have found a Grave long since.

The minute (Madam) is scarce past, in which she

Gave me Promise of her love: and I am going

Now to seek her brother out for his consent:

Your servant, Madam.

[Exit.

Alle.

What have I done, how I am punish'd with my

Own craft; my hypocrisie hath only serv'd

To make her desperate, in crediting the truth

Of my report she hath given her faith to him.

Jul.

How could you expect it other?

Alle.

I have made a Causway of Ice, my self to walk on.

Jul.

Good Madam.

Alle.

Affliction on affliction hourly finds me.

Jul.

Pray Madam, hear me.

Alle.

Would I had bit my unhappy tongue out,

When I invented words so fatal to my hopes.

Jul.

Why here's a woman right, never setled in one

Mind; either too mild a calm,

Or else too rough a storm.

Well may men say, we are a kind of ill mixt-Nature.

Enter Robatzy meeting Alleria and Julia.

Rob.

Daughter, I have been seeking you, Flaminio's

Mother is arriv'd; I would have you haste

To give her welcom.

[Page]Alle.

I shall attend her, Sir.

[Exit Aller

Rob.

Do you hear, Julia?

Jul.

Sir.

Rob.

What storm is that sits in your Mystriss's brow.

Jul.

Nothing, Sir, but perplex'd a little at the

Follies of the old lover.

Rob.

Bid her think what wealth she will be Mystriss of.

Iul.

Hang wealth, what does plenty signifie with decease.

Rob.

Why just so much as beauty with poverty.

Jul.

Fie, Sir, would you have her chain'd to a man,

Who divides the houres with Cofes: as Cokes do

The night, by instinct of Nature.

Rob.

Youth, like a Hunter, when his prey is taken

Seeks for new Game, and leaves the old forsaken;

Tell her from me, Young fruits the stomack gripe.

Jul.

And those do surfet that are over-ripe.

Ber.

within. Ho, where are you father-in-law.

Jul.

Heark, Sir, the Hunt's up, you hear the cry: I'le

Be gone. If I stay I shall have the Head-ach

Three days after.

[Exit Julia

Rob.

She is in the right, for he drops out of his

Mouth in an houre, whatsoever is pour'd in at

His ears in a day.

Enter Bertran and Pedro.▪

Ber.

O old man, are you there?

Rob.

I Sir, what would you have?

Ber.

What did you hear any thing of the noise last night?

Rob.

No, Sir, I heard nothing.

Ber.

No faith, I believe thee; if the Fire should

Burn your house down; you would be roasted like

A Woodcock in't, before you would 'scape it.

Lord, Lord, what ill ears have these old fellows: but

Though you are so damnable drowsie, you

Have a daughter watchful enough.

Rob.

Why, what was the matter, Sir?

Ber.

First, tell me, have you a mind to hear me?

Rob.

With all my heart, I am prepar'd.

Ber,

Well, I'le tell you then, but can you hear well

When you do not sleep? shall I speak loud?

Rob,

Speak as you please, Sir, I shall hear.

[Page]Ber.

And will you hold your tongue?

Rob.

As long as you please.

Ped.

Have at him then.

Ber.

First then, I must tell you I am noble, and

Not of a common Birth; my father was a Gentleman,

But I am a better Gentleman then he: my

Way is courteous to all the world; I have every

Bodies good word; there's not a Footman in Toledo,

But had rather keep me Company then his Master:

Every one laughs to see me; what, you are asleep already.

Rob.

No, no, no, Sir, I am attentive.

Ber.

I excel all mankind in riding the great Horse,

For at a Leap I throw my self into the Saddle,

And with that swiftness, that 'tis unperceivable;

Then when I dismount I cast my self off much

Better: which, you know, are remarkable proofs of

Agility: and for Valour, I am so full of it

I am ready to burst; I sing too like a Swan,

And dance like a Lunatick.

Rob.

Those are Qualities so becoming, I ever

Took delight in 'em; pray Sir, display your Gifts

A little to my vein.

Ber.

No, no, no: I have left 'em off ever since I

Grew fat; but here's my man Pedro shall

Shew you something of my teaching, to your

Admiration; nay, I am not a man of talk;

I have been as famous too at the Bull-sport,

I have overthrown six in a day: my armes

Were once as good as any mans; and I could

Have hoisted the Horns of a Bull, with as much

Ease as I have kill'd a wild Bore; Sirrah, you

Know this to be true.

Ped.

Now must I lie for him to save a beating.

[aside.

I know you, Sir, to be so valiant, you would

Not flie, though pursu'd by an Army: and so

Stately, you would not rise from your bed to salute a King.

Ber.

Come, Sirrah, sing me the Song I last made;

Nay, since you will be entertain'd, I'le shew you

Qualities which Sivel never could: come, come,

Begin; You know where, I set it in Sole fa.

[Page]Ped.

Sings ridiculously.

THE SONG.

Young I was, and yet not old:

Neither am I grown so cold;

But I can play, and I can twine

About a Virgin like a Vine.

In her Lap too I can lie

Melting, and in Fancie die:

And return to life, if she

Claps my cheeks, or kisses me:

So that by this you see't appears

Our Loves will still out-last our Years.

Rob.

Why, this is excellent.

Ber.

Nay, 'tis nothing to what I'le shew you:

I'le shew you Agility.

[Makes Pedro leap over his.

Now shrink your self into a dwarf, now move

In that Figure: make me half a dozen of

Those faces that I last painted,

[Pedro dances.

Very well: now dance me an Antick.

Rob.

This has some pleasure in't.

Ber.

Hang him, the Rogue is lazy: I have a dog at

Home exceeds him in all but singing▪ I have

A great Judgment in painting too: could I but

Animate the Bodies that I form, my skill would

Outdo nature, I can with a touch of my Pencil

Shape a most [...] full face, paint Thunder and Lightning,

So as to make the beholder tremble; Day-break,

The rising Sun, the Meridian, Raize and Duskey

Evening, Clouds and Meteors, Man, Beasts, Plants,

Herbs, Flowers and Fruit, Fire and Water, Heaven

And Earth, Peace and War—How now, what do you

Sleep again: what a damn'd fop have I for a father in law.

Rob.

Silence assist me, what a Monument of vanity is this?

Ped.

Take courage, Sir, your eares are like to have a surfet.

Ber.

Now for good Husbandry, therein I yield to no man.

I have a just understanding in all things:

I laugh at them that laugh at me; as for my

Person 'tis not to be dislik'd: what say you old man?

Is it not a goodly building? is not my foot

Well turn'd, and my legs well set on? Have

[Page] I not a Majestick deport, and Warlike look

As much, or more then yours.

Rob.

Patience defend me, here are words enough to

Make a mans Memory ake: I thought, Sir,

You had some secrets to tell me; all these are

Nothing but windy praises cast upon your self.

Ber.

Why you Cods-head, were they not secrets till

I told 'em you: Of your impertinence? this

Foolish fellow interrupts me so, I have

Forgot where I left off—did not I tell you,

You would be talking to me, before I had done—

My estate is six thousand fourty two Duckets a year.

Rob.

You told me that yesterday—pray be short, I

Love not meat twice drest.

Ber.

Well, well, 'tis no matter, for that your Age weakens

Your Memory: but as I was a saying, having

This estate, I am resolv'd to marry, and leave a

Race of Bertran's to the world, all such as

Shall propagate my Name and Family; You have

A daughter whom I intended for my Spouse; 'tis

True, she is handsom, and 'tis time you should dispose

Of her, for you are old: and death may snatch you hence.

Rob.

Are you in your Wits, Sir?

Ped.

As much as ever he was.

[aside.

Ber.

Interruption, be attentive in the

Divel's name, and hear me out: I have

[to Rob.

Heard you long enough already; but your old

VVhimseycal pate is so full of vapours; you

Know not what you say or do.

Rob.

I tell you, Sir—

Ber.

You shall tell me nothing, Sir: Death, can you

Tell me any thing I do not know already:

You will be still reasoning, and know nothing—

I tell you that this last night I heard a man in

Your Daughters Chamber, and I had taken him there,

But that they put stools in my way to prevent

It, did you know this?

Rob.

How, Sir?

Ber.

As you are an old man, and suddenly expect your

Grave, is it fit to put me in such fears at Midnight?

[Page] Hear me: I had rather marry a woman without a Nose,

Then one that must be watch'd, to keep Her honest.

Rob.

Will you be temperate, Sir, and hear me?

Ber.

Go, go, go: look for a fool elsewhere to

Humour you: I'le have none of her, she is not

For my use; pay me but my Expences, I'le

Freely part with her; let all Promises be null,

Good friends, and so farewel.

Rob.

I have been told you wanted brains, and now you

Have prov'd it to me: do you know who I am?

Ber.

Yes: you are an old sottish Buzzard.

Rob.

Why, you Hog, you Swine, you borish Animal.

Ber.

Nay, nay, nay: fume, fret, swear and dam: Give

Me a Release, and take your daughter.

Rob.

No, Sir; I'le make you know you have abus'd

My daughter, wrong'd my honour, injur'd my house,

And blemish'd my fame; and I'le have satisfaction

From the heart.

[draws his sword.

Ber.

Death, what a dam'd cholerick old fellow is this?

[aside

Rob.

Thou valiant, thou Hogshead of oyl and filthiness,

Come down if thou durst.

Ber.

Ha, ha, ha, my dear Dad, how I honour thy courage;

[runs to him and embraces him

Should I be angry now, what would become

Of thee? but I have no power:

Come, give me thy hand; nay, nay, nay, Glove

And all; your Complement is but your own vexation.

Spare it; a soft word draws the soul out of me.

Well, I do consent to espouse your Daughter:

Goe get you in, Set all things in Readiness,

My estate I'le Settle upon my children:

Rob.

Well we are friends again then:

You'll follow.—

[Exit Rob.

Ber.

I, I,—the Divell fetch him, Now what shall I doe,

I have no more mind to marry then to die.

Ped.

This is the rare piece of obedience, Sir, you

Boasted of: and swore you would defie the devil

To dishonest her; I am sorry your Judgment led

You into such errors, for she is a woman, and

Those are a kind of locks, that every man▪

Has a Key too.

[Page]Ber.

A Pox upon him, what would'st thou have me do?

Enter Sancho▪

San.

Well Sir, what do you resolve to marry or return?

Ber.

No, no, no, I am in again: the Match

Is made to my sorrow: I have done what I

Could to break it, but that peevish old fellow,

Her father, would not consent to it.

San.

Then, Sir you are miserable.

Ber.

Why how should I help it, I cannot get back

My Contract, that frothy old fool is every

Foot drawing his sword: what if I had kill'd him?

San.

Then he had been a dead man.

Ber.

I had certainly done it, but that there's an

Antipathy between me and the blood of a VVoodcock:

Besides, my estate would have been confiscate.

Ped.

I have known you threaten death, Sir, for a less

Matter: breaking but your windows.

San.

To prevent danger, Sir, lay your affront upon

My sword.

Ber.

VVhy, canst thou fight?

San.

Fight, look you, Sir, ha: Slap,

[San. draws and offers to run at him.

Ber.

'Ssish, thou art a divel at it: this Rogue has

Courage I find: but for all this, would I were

VVell back again in Toledo: these spirits

In Sivel are damnable furious: if I fight them,

I must either leave the VVorld or my Countrey;

And I find my self very well in both.

Enter Alvarez and Julia.

Jul.

Look you, Sir, you have no block to remove now

But him; for as I told you, your Rival, Cassidore,

In my hearing confess'd, your Sister had engag'd

To marry him, if he could gain but your consent;

And that thing there is easily scar'd out of her;

Such a valiant nothing, that he is ready to run

Away from himself; like the Satyr that

Fled from the noise of a Horn which he himself made.

Alva.

Enough, let me alone.

Ber.

How now, who is that?

San.

I know not, Sir.

Ber.

I do not like his looks, ask him what he would have:

[Page]San.

Sir, my Master desires to know—

Alva.

Your Master's a Curr, and his men are whelps.

[He kicks San. and cuffs Pedro.

Ber.

Ha, what says he?

San.

Sayes he; I know what he says, but you may reade

His meaning here, Sir—he has printed it with his Toes.

Ped.

A Pox of his short hand.

Ber.

What, beat my servants; I thank him for that

I faith; would he had done so much to me.

Alva.

Be gone, you slaves, and leave us to our selves.

Ber.

Stir not, he that is upright need not covet privacie.

Alva.

What walking Dunghil is this, made of the

Dust swept from the house of Ignorance.

You, with your Sarazens face; what, are you the toy that

Comes a wooing here; why thou Hee-goat, where

Hast thou been hid i'th' world; thou hast not been

The talk of Children.

Ber.

Pedro, Sancho.

Both.

I, I, Sir, we are here.

Alva▪

Do you hear, Mountain of Mummy,

You want a wife, do you; I'le wive you,

You shall see; come, Sir, since you wear a sword,

You shall use one. Draw, nay, nay. Do it

Or I will shake thee into dripping: you must

Have a wife; why you shall have a wife: Come

Win her, and wear her.

Ber.

Why Gentleman, Sir, let me be hang'd if I'le have

Any: she is put upon me by her father, whether

I will or no.

Alva.

Will you resign her then?

Ber.

With all my heart, upon condition—

Alva.

VVhat?

Ber.

You pay my expences hither; nay, 'tis not much,

But I would not be laught at in my own Countrey,

For losing my labour, and my money too.

Alva.

Provided, you never more renew your claim,

I'le do it willingly.

Ber:

Nay, nay, I'le be gone this Afternoon: go, Pedro,

Go you to the Inne, and get all things in readiness.

Ped.

I shall, Sir.

[Exit Pedro.

[Page]Alva.

Well, we are agreed then.

San.

But Sir, what will her father say to this bargain?

You promis'd him to marry her presently.

Ber.

Let him say what he will, what a pax care I what

He says; Am I bound to humour him; I'le marry her

To whom I please, she is mine as long as he

Keeps my Contract.

Sanc.

Well Sir, do your pleasure.

Alva.

Come, let us in, and see what your Expences come to.

Ber.

So now the Bargain's made, I'le homeward Hop,

And deal no more in love, but shut up shop.

[Exeunt.

5

ACT V. SCENE I.

Enter Bertran and Sancho.

BEr.

Come, come, Sirrah, knock at the door.

Sanc.

Its open, Sir,

Ber.

That's all one, knock when I bid you.

San:

Why, Sir, you may go in without knocking,

The Door invites you.

Ber.

Sirrah, sirrah, learn more manners; do

As I bid you: Knock, or I'le knock a peal

Upon your pate; I will not come under her

Roof, her dealings have been base; knock louder,

Louder yet, I'le starve and rot first:

The open Air is every mans.

Enter Julia.

Jul.

Who is it knocks: O Signior, is it you?

Will you be pleased to walk in, Sir?

Ber.

No, no, I am none of your walk-in, Sirs: I am in

Too far already, I would I had my Contract:

This Rogue (I have married her to) will not

Pay me my Expences, till he has my Contract;

Up: go, go, bid your wise Master come out to me.

Jul.

But, Sir—

Ber.

But me no Butts, hold your prating

Houswife, do you stand there to ask men

Questions? tell your Master I am here.

[Exit.

[Page]Jul.

Well Sir: I shall acquaint him.

Ber.

I go in? I'le first go into a Pest-house▪ by this

Light, I had rather have twenty wives then have

Such a father in Law.

San.

Marry Sir: would we were well at home again▪

The Town they call Sivil, but the usage is not so:

I have scarce had a belly full since I came;

Their Kid and Garlick, Zant Oyle and

Sallad: with half a Hen amongst six of us.

I have an English stomack, and could digest

A Chine of Beef; I love my belly best of any

Thing; 'tis neerer to me then my Kindred.—

Hang this wooing, and all that profess it.

Ber.

In quotha? Catch me in their house again

Enter Robatzy.

Rob.

Why, Signiour Bartran, I hope I have given you no

Cause to leave my house in Anger.

Ber.

O good Signiour Antiquity! I know you well enough

For a fair tongu'd man, but I care not for

Your Apologie, as little for your love, I can

Live without both: Eat my own, and sleep

Without dependencies.

Rob.

Now you talk gently, Sir.

Ber.

No matter what I talk, I am not so gentle

Neither, nor will not be; this sha'nt cog me

Into a Marriage: But if I marry her, may

The devil carry me away upon my

Wedding day.

Rob.

Will you hear reason?

Ber.

No, I'le hear no reason: reason! I am not

To be popp'd off with reason: your Daughter I

Have dispos'd of, Give me my Contract, and

There's an end.

Rob.

Why, Signiour, in all things there must be method▪

You choak the child of honour, the discretion.

Ber.

Well, well, I know what I do without your

Direction: I am not to be tutor'd by such an

Old fool as you: my cause is no mans but

My own; Give me my Contract, or by

Heaven, I'le fire your house, and that's my

Way of honour.

[Page]Rob.

Perfectly Lunatick.

Ber.

As for your daughter, I have no more to say to her,

I have recall'd the Vows I made to her; and

I am no longer oblig'd.

Rob.

Pray lets argue something temperately like men.

Ber.

Like men?

Rob.

You are too sudden.

Ber.

Like men, Sir!

Rob.

I Sir, like men, 'tis fair language.

Ber.

Why, dost hear old fellow, what strange beast

Would your grave reverence make me appear?

Like men! I tell thee, fellow, I am as much a man,

And as good a man.

Rob.

All this is granted, Sir.

Ber.

And as wise a man.

Rob.

True, Sir.

Ber.

As any man. And a man dares make thee no

Man, or at least a base man and an old man.

Rob.

Ha, ha, ha.

[laughs.

Ber.

What, do you laugh, you Vulture?

Rob.

Why, thou Antique fool, thou Morrice-dancer:

Since thou hast again provok'd me, thou

Shalt have no contract; come, say thy

Prayers, thou art dead.

[draws

Ber.

I scorn thee, and scorn to say my prayers

More then thou dost.

San.

Nay, good Sir, bear a little with his follies

[to Rob.

'Tis rather a disease then temper in him.

Ber.

Take heed, urge me no more; if I draw once

I shall kill thee: and (like a rotten Pumpeon)

Leave thy old Carcass stinking to Posterity.

Rob.

VVhy thou ridiculous Varlet, how durst thou

Talk of killing, or drawing any thing but

Thy breath, which stinks more then a putrified

Marrow-bone.

Ber.

Sancho, come hither: he is too old to fight with;

Prithee, take me in thy Armes, and throw me

At that Puppy.

Rob.

Get thee out of my house thou over-grown

Ass, Dunghil, Quagmire, (or what is worse)

[Page] All filths moulded up in one detested Lump;

If I have stood a patient Anvil to all thy

Lunatick fits, 'twas in compassion to thy Age

And weakness. But now I can no longer bear

It. Begone (I say) or I'le send an Officer to

VVhip thee out of Town.

[Exit Rob.

Ber.

VVhip me ont of Town! O fire and brimstone:

Whip me out of Town? I'le shew him a trick for that.

Go, Sirrah, run to the Inne, and get my Mule

Sadled presently.

San.

With all my heart, Sir, and glad of the Office;

Farewel Sivil; I'le leave your Kid and Garlick

To the devil.

Ber.

Whip me out of Town! O that he were but

Young enough for my revenge, that I might

Kill him, and be justified in honour.

Enter Alleria and Julia.

Jul.

Sir, my Lady hears you are going away, and

She is come to take her leave.

Ber.

Nay, nay, I have no more to say to her, she is

Too frail a wife for me; she is awake at midnight,

When other women sleep.

Alle.

Go, go, you are a petulant froward Ass, a baby of 70.

Jul.

An old doting iniquity of Age:

You make a bedfellow, a broom-stick would

Make a better.

Ber.

How! the scoff of Petticoats!

Alle.

A child at mans estate: Puff-paste, Flesh-flie.

Ber.

Dare you provoke me thus?

Jul.

A wife! the fool must have a rattle.

Alle.

You nauseous wretch.

Jul.

You Sea-Calf.

Alle.

You Land-whale.

Jul.

You heap of Atoms kneaded into flesh.

Ber.

Patience, here's a bed of Snakes within me.

Jul.

Durst thou venture on a Lady in the Summer

And hunting season of her youth? Threescore

And six, to have and to hold a Maiden-head

Of eighteen: look, look, how he grumbles

Behind his board.

[He is mumbling

[Page]Alle.

The contempt of women, and the shame of men.

Jul.

Go, go, march (Memento mori)

She'll deal no more in old flesh.

Ha, ha, ha.

Both.

Ha, ha, ha.

[both laugh; he runs at Jul▪ with his sword.

Ber.

By Heaven, Huswife, I'le spoil your laughing.

[Exit Ber.

Enter Sophia and Attendance, and Addibar meeting her.

Add.

Madam, my Master is ready to attend.

Sop.

Heaven guide my tongue to express my sorrows

In that pensive nature, that it may fill his

Soul with a just loathing of Alvaro and his

Sister; such heavy news as mine must gently

Sink into him by degrees.

Enter Flaminio.

Fla.

Most dear Madam, thus low I beg the

[kneels

Honour of your blessing.

So.

The thoughts of what I have to say, gives an

Increase to all the terrors of my heart.

Fla.

Heavens! what unusual grief is this:

I was not us'd to kneel thus long in vain:

So.

I fear to give thee thy desires, lest I should

Cast away my blessing.

Fla.

How have I deserv'd this separation from your love?

So.

[Rise, and I'le unfold the secret to thee.

riseth.

Fla.

Pray Madam, speak, for this attentive ear,

Cannot hear worse, then 'tis prepar'd to hear.

So.

I am rob'd of all that vital heat that

Fed my life with joy.

Fla.

You come with Cripples pace to that which

You should flie to.

So.

Take it at once then, thy Sister, thy poor

Sister Semena, is ravish'd from me.

Fla.

Ravished! may the unwearied Sun

For ever shroud, that horrid day within

Some fatal cloud.

And may that night eternally be blind,

Lest in it self, nor to the day rejoyn'd.

Tell me the man that did that horrid deed.

And were he fenc'd with fire, he should

[Page] Not 'scape vengeance.

So.

O may each Sun-shine, a new blessing on

Thee; I'le twine thee to me in these armes,

As Ivy locks the Elm in her Embraces;

Now take all the blessing

I can give thee.

Fla.

I am impatient till I hear his name,

My sword had never nobler thirst of blood.

So.

Alvaro was the man.

Fla.

Alvaro! O lend me temper, Heaven.

So.

I'le tell thee all, since thy resentments are

So great; I was a long time solicited

By friends to give her him to wife, and

With purpose to put a Period to all the

Variances that had long reigned in

Both our Families. He counted her (as

I thought,) with noble passion: but when

The day was set, and all things ready to

Consummate the Marriage, he most

Ignobly left her, and took his flight for

Spain; and hath in Sivil there, as I am

Inform'd, resided ever since. Your Sister

Full of grief, remained some days

Behind him, but soon after was not to

Be heard of.

Fla.

You have Comet-struck my amaz'd soul.

So.

Reade; but this Letter 'twill confirm all truth.

[Gives him a Letter.

Fla.

[reads

Dear Mother,

This Paper will advertise you of an
Unhappiness insupportable, the most disloyal
Of all Mankind, (that Infidel) Alvaro, is
Author of more misery to me then I can
Utter. He only hath drawn me from the
Blessing of your Presence, which I despair ever
To enjoy again, and therefore must of
Force remain.

Your most unfortunate Daughter, SEMENA.

[Page]Flam.

VVhat killing Accents hath my ears

Received, sinking the soul with the report.

So.

A truth so dismal is almost incredible.

Fla.

Alvaro ravish'd her.

So.

Though this was a Misfortune Charity

Could not pardon; yet I, supported with a

Matchless patience, and publickly diffus'd

The Rumour of her death, the better to

Disguise our infamy.

Fla.

None can tell how much my heart shares

In your sorrows, Madam, by the sad ashes

Of my Fathers grave; this is a Crime deserves

The vengeance of the Heavens.

So.

Your threatnings are but as feathers flying

In the Air, 'tis now a time to punish,

Not complain; in such dire Acts as these

We best express our troubles by our revenge:

Complaints are Womens Oratory: but

Valour is the Rhetorick of man: since

The injury is deadly, the reparation ought

To be the same: Now thou knowest the Offend [...]r

Flie to thy revenge; had Nature enabled

Me for such an Action, thou hadst not

Known the crime: I conjure thee therefore

On my blessing, see me no more till thou

Hast drown'd this shame in blood.

[Exit.

Fla.

Alas, what counsel shall I take, whose

Life I seek, to him for mine I owe: he sav'd

The brother, but the sister hath destroy'd.

Can Heaven suffer me to spill his blood,

Who was the deare preserver once of mine:

Blood too that I have some share in, for

My Jacinta runs in half his veines.

Enter Jacinta and Livia.

Yonder she comes, honour would have me

Fly her; but there's another power more

Uncontroulable, subdues that thought and

Binds me to her worship; O why did not the malice

Of my fate, Conferr this guilt

On one that I could hate?

[Page]Jac.

Dost thou observe (Livia) how unwilling

He is to see mee? Let us pass by him

Without a word.

[She puts down her veyl.

Fla.

Fairest of Creatures, Creations purity,

Thou Charm of all my Senses.

Jac.

Your Adorations, Sir, are misapplied.

Fla.

'Tis not from custom, Madam, but from

Sympathy my heart thus bowes to you;

I know my devotions to be more just

Then to be led by errour.

Jac.

Look you, Sir, what think you now?

Am I so like Alleria, you cannot

Know the one from t'other?

Fla.

Alleria, Madam: I had err'd indeed, had

I suspected that.

Jac.

Nay, never counterfeit, I am sure you

Took me for her.

Liv.

Take heed, Signior, your dissimulation doth

Not prejudice you, my Lady is going to

Her, and shee'll tell her all.

Fla.

Now I am instructed whence this change comes;

Perhaps, Madam, you conjecture my intimacy

With her father, was in order to prefer some

Amorous design to her; but I swear to you,

Your Image only fills my heart, whatever

In her was lovely I have often view'd,

Without the least surprize.

Jac.

How far will his hypocrisie extend?

[aside.

Fla.

Could you think, Madam, after I beheld you.

I could have a thought of zeal to any other.

Jac.

O monstrous, thou art as false as sin unto the soul.

Thy face as full of Lies as Gipsies.

Fla.

You confound me with your imputations: I am as

Innocent in this, as the unstain'd soul of truth.

Jac.

Is it to be innocent to counterfeit a passion to me,

And then abandon me to the reproaches of all tongues;

Nay more, to fawn, cringe and doat upon another,

On purpose to afflict and persecute my timorous sincerity.

Fla.

Who, Madam, has misguided your belief so much?

May all the curses rage and malice wish, fall on me,

[Page] If ever I had thoughts of swerving from my first Vow.

Jac.

Good Heavens! can such an Imprecation pass without

A Judgment from the Over-hearer? what Plagues can

Be too great for him that is to marry one he

Does not love, and yet forswears it so.

Fla.

I marry her, then may Misery in all its

Loath'd formes cohabit with me.

Jac.

O infidel! why every one is advertis'd of it.

Fla.

Tell me but the Author of this abuse,

And I will write it on his heart in stabs. He lies.

Jac.

You dare not do it.

Fla.

By all that's sacred, and can make an Oath, I dare.

Jac.

It was Alleria; now tell me if you have a soul,

VVhether you dare preserve it?

Fla.

O was it she: alas, Madam, do you vindicate

The truth of her reports, she did it with design

On purpose to abuse you.

Jac.

Can guilt maintain such confidence?

Fla.

Do but hear me, Madam: may I be

Thunder-struck: and in this place stand fixt, an

Eternal Prodigie of falseness, if ever I had

For Alleria more then a fair Civility.

Jac.

I will yet try him further, will you prove

The truth of this?

Fla.

You shall have a thousand proofs to undeceive you.

Jac.

I'le have but one; Give me your hand and faith.

Fla.

I'le give it you with joy; Honour defend me, what

[Offers readily to pull off his Glove, then checks himself.

Was I about to do, give her the Hand that must

Her Brother slay.

Jac.

I know my demands would startle you: your

Guilt, by your Reluctance, I perceive.

Fla.

So great an honour, Madam, must needs surprize

A heart that did so little expect it; your cruelty

Before fill'd me with despair: and this excessive

Favour astonish'd my unwary hopes; besides, I

Fear'd if I obey'd you, 'twould be a blemish to your

Honour: and that your Brother might be incens'd against

Me, if I accepted of your heart, without his Gift;

[Page] But though these thoughts were worthy of debate,

My resolution has o'recom 'em all: Now nothing shall

Disappoint me of the glory of your favour.

[offers his hand.

Jac.

No Sir, now you accept too late, the desires I had

Are vanish'd, never to be recall'd.

Fla.

I beseech you, Madam.

Jac▪

My doubts are now confirm'd; when I requir'd

Your faith, the thoughts you had for her withheld

You from the Gift; and your disordered looks

Assur'd me, she was Possessor of the demands

I made.

Fla.

Madam, upon my Knees I tender it to you now.

Jac.

It is not in your power to dispose.

Fla.

Why have you taught your ears a scornful deafness?

Is it to make my misery longer liv'd?

Jac.

In vain are all your importunities,

When sense of wrongs our resolutions blind,

No supplication should reverse the mind.

[Exit Jac. and Liv.

Fla.

Now is my soul expos'd to newer toiles, must

I suffer with submissive patience, the pains due

To a crime I never did, and when Justice calls me

To revenge, must I at the same time be unfortunate

In my love; but here's my enemy, whom yet

I have not power to hate.

Enter Alvarez and Lys.

Alva.

Sure he has trod on burning coals, he has made

Such haste from me.

Lys.

No matter, Sir, I hear her wound is drest,

She is well again, it was more fright then harm.

Fla.

Speak heart, shall I embrace him, or

Shall I pierce his heart.

Alva.

O there's my Rival, Lysander, leave us to our selves▪

Give me, ye gods, a wrath natur'd like lightning;

A new invented spleen to talk unto this Monster.

Lys.

Though he has deserv'd my utmost hatred, I love

Him not so ill, to leave him in a danger; I fear

They'l fight, and therefore will not be far distant.

[retires aside

Fla.

That Justice that holds up my sword faces it

And turns his Advocate, what unjust grief is this

Afflicts my worthy friend?

[Alva, sullen.

[Page]Alva.

Canst thou be my Tormentor; and ask me such

A Question?

Fla.

What's this, who is't has discompos'd thee so?

Alva.

One whose injuries I must punish with his death.

Fla.

Prithee make me worthy of the glory to assist

Thee in it.

Alva.

I cannot perfect my revenge without you.

Fla.

Alvarez, of all my blood you may dispose.

Alva.

It is an offer that I cannot refuse.

Fla.

What man hath Fate mark'd out to be so wicked,

To be thy Offender?

Alva.

Thou art audacious to an extream, dost thou

Not know it is thy self?

Fla.

Make it appear that I have wrong'd thee

(So much as in a thought) at this instant,

VVill I bring the Victime to the Altar.

Alva.

Dam your hypocrisie, draw.

[Draws.

Fla.

Ah friend, what do I owe thee for this indignation?

VVere the obligations thou hast so often cast

Upon me, capable of Addition, they were increas'd

In this Invective; thou hast opened

That precipice to thy own ruine, which all the

VVorld besides could not have done, my heart

Excited with the sense of its own wrongs, justly

Design'd thy death; but when my Arm was

Bent upon the Act, thy sight (alone) made

It a sin to wish it.

Alva.

Thou stranglest whilst thou flattrest.

I'le hear no more, defend thy self.

Fla.

Thy resolution is to me most pleasing, I have

Greater cause to fight thee, then thou canst

Imagine: yet tell me what animates thy fury,

That I may shew thee thy deceit, and justifie

My self in killing thee.

Alva.

O that Thunder and Lightning were in my power,

That I might strike thee dead.

Does not thy treacherous soul usurp the

Glory of my cares: hast thou not seduc'd

My Mystriss from me, and tomorrow art

To marry her.

[Page]Fla.

If I am criminal, that's not

My offence; Alleria was ever far from

The reach of my hopes; no, no, thou canst

Only reproach me, that without acquainting thee,

I have made love unto thy Sister.

Alva.

My Sister, may I believe this?

Fla.

Is there faith in vertue?

Alva.

How has my mistrust misguided me:

[runs to embrace Flamin.

These are the Arms I draw against thee now,

My Sister never could have aspired to such a

Fortune, a man so truly noble.

Fla.

Hold Sir, though you are satisfied, I am not,

There let that Paper tell thee, the basest Act

[Throws him his Sisters Letter to his Mother.

That ever yet defil'd Humanity.

Lys.

Are they not both in errour?

Add.

This is a pretty odd kind of interview,

Knew 'em greet one another after this manner

Before.

Alva.

By my life, friend, I comprehend nothing.

Fla.

Thou art but the picture of a friend: have

I wrapt and woven thee into all Trusts and Counsels,

To be pernicious to my honour.

Alva.

Canst thou suspect me guilty of so black a deed,

By all that's good, thy Sister

Is a chaste (for ought I know) as the unsulli'd

Lilly: do but hear me.

Fla.

No: deaf as a remorseless sea▪ my wrongs have made me

Alva.

VVas thy life sav'd to this end?

Fla.

I owe thee nothing, since thou didst it to

Upbraid me with it.

Alva.

Him that love wounds, no other wounds can fear.

[They fight

Add.

More mischief; help, help, help.

[Exit.

Lys.

O that some striking Air had blasted me,

Before I saw this moment: Hold, hold, Sir, hold;

[Lys. runs in between them.

For Heavens sake, hold.

Alva.

Away, Boy.

Lys.

I must not, I dare not.

Fla.

Sirrah, forbear.

Lys.

May that sword that strikes at each of you.

[Page] Fall from the Hilt, and want a power to hurt you.

Enter Addibar again, bringing Robatzy, Alleria, Sophia, Jaccinta, Julia, Livia and Cassidore, with Attendants.

Cass.

Where are they?

Add.

Here, Sir, here.

Cass.

Hold, good Gentlemen, hold!

Jac.

Kill him.

Alle.

Save him.

Sop.

No, no, my son, bravely pursue thy revenge▪

Base man thou art to practise thy deceit

Upon an innocent Child, the Jewel of my heart,

The Hope and Comfort of my years.

Rob.

Come, come, Madam: this is no time for Exclamation.

The contention is too high to be appeas'd with words.

Cass.

They shall not fight.

Rob.

But they shall, Sir, come draw, old as I am

I'le find employment for your sword.

Lys.

O stay your bloody wills: behold not what I seem,

But what I am: the unhappy cause of this

Unluckie discord.

Rob.

What phrenzy is this?

Sop.

Who art thou?

Lys.

Semena, Madam: your most unfortunate Daughter

[falls on her Knees.

Om.

Semena?

Sop.

O let me embrace thee, thou art she indeed:

I know thee, by the Musick of thy tongue:

My Joys have now ore'come my fears.

Alva.

I am struck dumb with the surprize, Semena?

Lys▪

The very same Semena that heard you

Vow, and did believe you: that fool that

Did not think you could have flattered.

Alva.

Madam, I confess, that in the face of Heaven we

Exchang'd hearts, gave faith for faith; but he is near

A god that is lord over his eye, when my wandring looks

Glanc'd upon other Beauties; yours, Madam, like a

Cloud chas'd by the wind, fled from my Memory.

Sop.

O speak, my child, my ears are greedy

To receive thy stories:

Lys.

VVhen the fair Gem of my love was by

[Page] Your perswasion, Madam, given to that disloyal

Man, scarce had one Moon run out her time,

But he, perfidious as he was, left me the scorn of women:

Notwithstanding this,

My afflicted heart yearnd after him, and my

Hopes perswaded me, that thus disguis'd, I

Possibly might find him in some part of

Spain, whither reporr inform'd me he was

Fled: At length I had Advice that he was

Here in Sivil, and turn'd a Proselite to anothers

Love; upon which (with strict Enquiry having found

Him,) I gain'd an interest to get into his service,

And gladly executed all Commands of his, even

Such as were destructive to my own peace and quiet.

Sop.

O let me drop upon thy cheeks these tears

Of joy.

Fla.

Dear Sister, thou art more welcom to these eyes,

Then was the first light to the disordered Chaos.

Alva.

Here, as your Despiser, Madam, strike

[offers his sword

My heart asunder, but save the new born

Love within it: be just unto your self, and kill me.

Lys.

Kill you, not for the world.

Alva.

The world will Saint you for doing her such

Service, and all chaste Maids that meet

VVith miseries modell'd out by yours, would build

You Altars, and yearly on the day you did

This deed▪ would make them flame

With thankful Sacrifices: Kill me, for I am so

Inconstant, 'tis dangerous to the world they

Should have my example.

Lys.

Contrition, Sir, has carried you into a noble Figure.

All the resentments of my wrongs, your Penitence

Has overcome.

Alva.

I blush I have but one soul to offer you.

This Act of Pardon, Madam, is a bounty as matchless

As your vertue: Now if your honoured Parent would think

Me worthy of her Indempnity, nothing shall prevent

Our union.

Sop.

I do not want the pity you deny'd to her;

But I am ready to forget what's past, and meet your wishes

With all willingness.

[Page]Alva.

Hereafter we will be like streams which flow

[gives her Alv▪

In curle together, and no difference know.

Fla.

Now friend (for so I must again call thee)

My Fate hangs on thy lips, in thy happiness,

Thy Sister depends only on thy disposure.

Alva.

Nothing can be too worthy of thee.

Fla.

Now are my Joys compleat.

Jac.

All my suspitions are now extinguish'd, and

Give me leave to tell you, (yet not without a

Blush) that in this I as well obey my own desires

As my brothers, though Cassidore will complain on't.

Cass.

You are mistaken, Madam: to shew, that I

Repine not at your fortune, I am converted to

This Lady; there's but one billow more to fill

This Tyde: Madam, your fathers breath may

Do it.

[to Aller.

Rob.

Sir, in my daughters Choice my satisfaction bounds.

Alle.

You have so many ways oblig'd me,

I can deny you nothing, where I owe my life,

I well may owe my love.

Rob.

Here Sir, take her, and with her take my blessing

[Gives her.

Cass.

Our two souls, like well-tun'd instruments

Shall now make up one Simphony:

So those Notes that at the first seem discords,

Conclude in a most pleasing Harmony.

Alva.

Madam, I hope to have your friendship,

Though I go without your love.

Alle.

You shall now have both, Sir.

Cass.

And mine too; we now are friends, too

Strong for Fate to break.

Rob.

Come then, let Musick be prepar'd,

And all the shews of joy that Mirth

[dances.

Can make: since our Disasters are so well

Compos'd, we'll turn this day into a Jubilee.

They that thus wait the leisure of their Fate,

Advantage find to be unfortunate.

[Ex eunt omnes.

FINIS.

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Title statement

The generous enemies, or, The ridiculous lovers a comedy : as it is acted at the Theatre Royal by His Maiesties servants / by John Corye, Gent.

Corye, John.

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1672

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A34564

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Wing C6294

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ESTC R8700

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12530269

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62763

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— The generous enemies, or, The ridiculous lovers a comedy : as it is acted at the Theatre Royal by His Maiesties servants / by John Corye, Gent., Corye, John., Quinault, Philippe, 1635-1688. Généreuse ingratitude., Corneille, Thomas, 1625-1709. D. Bertran de Cigarral..

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[6], 72 p.

Printed by H. Lloyd for James Magnus ...,. London :: 1672.. (Borrows chiefly from Quinault's La généreuse ingratitude, and Corneille's D. Bertran de Cigarral.) (Reproduction of original in Newberry Library.)

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