FIVE NEW PLAYES, (Viz.)
- THE Madd Couple well matcht.
- THE Novella.
- THE Court Begger.
- THE City Witt.
- THE Damoiselle.
By Richard Brome.
LONDON▪ Printed for Humphrey Moseley, Richard Marriot, and Thomas Dring, and are to be sold at their Shops, 1653.
TO THE READERS.
BEING to write to a multitude of you, (for I know you will be many) I forbear Epithets, because the same will not fit all; and I hate to make difference among Freinds. I have often considered with my selfe, whether I were best to Dedicate this Booke or no; and I have thought on the maine ends of Dedications, which I finde generally to be Flattery or Want. To the one my nature was ever averse: And (were my Debts all payd to me and by me) I should not be much concerned in the other. As for the two ordinary pretences, namely, Gratitude, or Patronage, like Religion and Liberty, they are made but the Vizors to somewhat else. For is it not a high peice of Gratitude, when an Author has received favours from his Mecaenas, to requite him with a Booke; and to take, or expect, two or three Peices from him for it, when another man shall buy the same Book of the thriving Stationers, for halfe a Crowne? And for Patronage or Protection, I [Page] would faine know, if an Author writes like a Cockscombe, whether any Patron can protect him from being laught at. And he that writes well, makes every one his Patron without a Dedication.
But in Epistles of this nature, something is usually begg'd; and I would do so too, but, I vow, am puzled, what. Tis not acceptance, for then youle expect I should give it; tis not Money, for then I shou'd loose my labour; tis not praise, for the Author bid me tell you, that, now he is dead, he is of Falstaffs winde, and cares not for Honour; tis not pardon, for that supposes a fault, which (I beleeve) you cannot finde. But, if you'le know what it is, it is, that you would expect nothing else of Preface, or Apologie, from
A Praeludium to Mr. RICHARD BROMES Playes.
To the Stationer, on the publishing Mr. Bromes Comedies.
Ʋpon the Ingenious Comedies of Mr. Richard Brome.
PROLOGƲE.
The Persons of the Comedy.
Carelesse, a young wilde Heire.
Sir Val. Thrivewell, his Ʋnkle that adopted him Heire.
Saleware, a Citizen and a Cuckhold.
Saveall, Sir Valentines demure Steward.
L. Lovely, a Wencher.
Bellamy, a woman disguised, and his Steward.
Wat, a blunt fellow, Carelesses Servingman.
Old Bellamy.
Lady Thrivewell.
Mrs. Alicia, Salewares light wife
Mrs. Crostill, a rich Vintners Widow, and humorous.
Phoebe, Carelesse his Whore.
Closet, an old C [...]one, Nursekeeper to L. Thrivewell.
Apprentices.
Servingmen.
And Attendants.
1. Mad couple.
2. Novella.
3. Beggar.
The Scene LONDON.
A MAD COUPLE VVELL MATCH'D.
ACT. I.
SCENE. I.
THou hast delivered my Letter?
Yes Sir, to Mr. Saveall your Unkles friend: But hee has stood your friend so long, and so often, to so little purpose in moving your Unkle for you, that he holds it utterly in vaine, to urge him any further, he told me.
Thou should'st ha' told him, I would not be so answer'd.
Yes; and then he would have told me, let your Master take his course.
Then you should ha' told him again, I have taken all the courses I could, or as any Gentleman can to maintaine my selfe like one; But all my courses are run out, and I have not breath, nor know any ground whereon to begin a new one, unlesse that thing my Unkle sets me [Page] up againe, nor have I any meanes to attaine to that, but by his Mediation.
Then would he ha' told me againe, what all your courses have been. Namely, running into debt by all the wayes can be imagin'd, and cheating by all could be invented, then that the said thing, (as you call it) your Unkle, before he cast you quite off, had redeem'd you out of Prison, and severall holds, within the space of 15. Moneths 14. times.
That was not once a Moneth then, or if it had, what had that been to him? 'twas I that suffer'd, thou shouldst ha' told him, not he.
Hee would ha' told me then againe, That severall Redemptions, cost your Unkle at least 2000 l. And that upon your last revolt when he quite gave you over for a cast-away, two yeares since, he cast the third thousand with you, upon condition never to afflict him more. And then he Married in hope to get an heire.
I that Marrying spoy'ld all.
Because you should not after his death cast away all the rest of the thousands, and ten thousands which you might have liv'd to inherit, if your Unkles love or Mr. Savealls counsell could have prevay'd with you against the Divill, and Debauchednes.
Pox on't, let it all goe, let that wretched Unkle goe, and let Saveall goe for a punctuall asse as hee is. I confesse he has by his saving helpe peec'd mee with my Unkle a score of times at least. What had once more been to him?
Sir, it were better for you to thinke upon some course by our selfe, and me your Creature (that have stuck to you, or followed you through all fortunes) to maintaine Rich Lace, and Bravery upon you. And thinke in time too before this be worne out, upon some new wayes for your supplies—
I cannot, nor will I trouble my braines to thinke of any, I will rather die here in Ram alley, or walk down to the Temple, and lay my selfe down alive, in the old Synagogue, cross-leg'd among the Monumentall Knights there, till I turne Marble with'em. Thinke quoth a [...] what should I think on?
On your poor Whore Sir (as you have brought her) shee's in worse case then your selfe; your Cloaths are good enough—
I ther's the Devill. I would doe something for her if I knew how. But what have I not done that can be done by a forlorn heire?
Why though the Dice, and all other Household games, and all the Cheats belonging unto them have fayld you by your and their discoveries, till none dare venture so neare you as a Man hu [...]les a Die or Skirrs a Card. Though all your hidden wayes in Hide-parke races are trod out, and all your bowling booties beaten bare off o' the Grounds and Allies; and the sweete Honey-combes of all your Cockpit cosenages cut off. Though all your Arts of borowing are crost out of all Mens Bookes before you offer at 'em, while your old Debts stand fairely written, and all your Marts miscarry of putting out for credit, Venison to Citizens, or early Cherries, Codlings and Apricocks to their Wives availe you nothing, cannot something yet be found?
Nothing, nothing. All Projects are confounded.
Did your Father leave you nothing but wit to live upon for this? And did hee leave you that but for yeares, and not for Life? and is the terme expir'd?
Hold thy peace. I am casting for something to be done by me, that shall be worth, and cost my life, to shame my Unkle.
There's a plot! Think of your poore whore Sir, [Page] how shall she live, if you cast away your selfe?
I must leave her once thou knowst.
If you could leave her now, and betake your selfe handsomely to other Women, I have thought on a course.
What, quickly, what ist?
To set up a Male bawdy house.
Fy upon' [...].
You are handsome, lovely, and I thinke able to do one Mans worke, two or three such Gentlemen more which I know, and can describe to you, with the wayes I'le finde to bring in custome shall fill your purses—
And empt our bones. I ever had enough of one Mistris Variety would destroy me. No Gentlemen can be able to hold it out. They are too weake to make common He whores.
For a little while Sir, till we have got a stock of rich cloathes; And then we will put Drey-men, and Wineporters, Cornish Wrastlers & such like into those cloaths; and make them Country Cavaliers. Have you not seen course snowt-faire drudges, clapt into bravery, that would doe more bodily service in a Brothell then twenty Ladies Daughters? They are the Game-beares of a Bawdy-house, can play ten single courses for a cleane-bred Gentle-womans one, wee will hire fellowes for groates a peece a day, that shall (without the additaments of Clary, Cawdle or Cock-broth) get us forty peeces a Man before Night, or perhaps a hundred by next Morning, out of such shee▪ customers, as an Aunt of mine shall finde ou [...] for us.
O base Villaine! No I'le never fall so deep below a Gentleman, as to be Master of a Baudy-house.
Very good decay'd Gentlemen have done a much; though I urge this, but for your pastime sir.
No my first plot shall stand, I will do some notorious death-deserving thing (though these cloaths goe to th'Hangman for't, what care I) in defiance of him that was my Unkle, and his Methodicall, Grave, and Orthographicall speaking friend, Mr. Saveall that cals People Pe-o-ple.
O Mr. Saveall how have you honord mee, how am I bound to you for this visit! Sir hearing that my Unkle was come to Town, and you with him, I did presume to write to you.
Send forth your Man.
Goe forth—
One Servant is not fit for all Offices, although you keepe no more; you presumed indeed, I can no lesse then call it a presumption, although it were but unto mee you write; I speak not this in the behalfe of any dignity in me; but that you should overweene that I had ability to wrastle any more with your overgratefull Unkle in your behalfe. Therein was your outrecuidance.
The miserablest Man on Earth! in having we [...] ried out my worthiest friend, on whom the sum of all my hopes was cast.
No, I am not wearied; But still in the same full strength: yet my modesty disswadeth mee from using strength above reason, and my reason prevaileth with me not to strive against a Torrent.
He is then inexorable, and I must perish. But did you try him for me this last time?
I have both tryed, and tempted him to his vexation.
But did you urge that pious act of mine Which he once vow'd should never be forgot, O [...] unrewarded by him?
I and my Man I'me sure made four of the stowtest purses fly for't, that ever set our Country o' the skore: After they had him downe, and their points at his brest and throat, hee crying out for helpe, when I came on by chance at a time too when I was in his displeasure, nay he hated mee a whole yeare together before that, and yet I did it, and more then so—
Fare you well Sir, I thought to have said all this for you, and more then so too. But—
Nay sweet Mr. Saveall—
Good Mr. Carelesse, as I can hear I would be heard sometimes.
Ind [...]ed I cry you mercy, pray sir speake.
Poore Rogue! and he deserv'd it, I'le be sworne for a Theeves marke that he receiv'd; a cut o' the Cockscombe that crackt his skull, so that [...]ee could never bear his drinke since, as hee could ha' done before. For sir, as we [Page] came in, I having put by the thrusts of three of 'em, the fourth man with a full blow—
Fare you well Sir the second time—
Nay curteous Mr. Saveall.
I came to speake not with you altogether, but unto you for to be heard.
Sir I will heare you with all due respect.
Yet then I liv'd and could have done till now, meerly by being his Nephew, and suppos'd his heire, had not he married; but his Marriage turnd the hearts of all believing Citizens from me, where before a Taylor could have made mee run through all the credit i' the Town, When in a sute Chinquant, and Ala-mode They could informe themselves, whose heire I was, But to say truth I vex'd him into Wed-lock, for before he valud not a Wife at a batchelors Button.
Farewell to you the third time.
Sir, you shall see mee die first, and that instantly; That you may tell my Uncle I'le be no more his trouble, or charge, unlesse in charity hee'l send to bury me.
You will not desperately work a violent end upon your selfe?
No Sir, the D [...]vills not so great with mee; but my heart, I feele it ready to breake. My Unkle is no more my Unkle, nor you my friend, all by my own fau [...]t, and what should I do here, but in to my Bed, and out o' the World presently. Wat. Wat.
I here Sir!
I have dalyed too long, and tempted him too far I feare.
Lay down my Bed.
Your Wench is come indeed, but I hope you will not to bed before he be gone.
Lay down my bed I say. But first unbutton me.
Lord how his heart beats! pangs of death I fear.
Not so I hope. I will now come to the point Sir, Mr. Carelesse be comforted.
I am, and well resolv'd, I thanke my better Angell.
Your Unkle's friends with you.
Alas, how can that be?
I thought your spirit had been higher.
It will be Sir anon, I hope.
I have but dallied with you to search your temper.
But you have searched too deep I feare sir.
Ah!—
Your Unkle is friends with you, I say so farre as to make a further tryall of your nature, you may be yet his heire; for your Aunt despaireth of any Child by him, having fruitlesly been married now these two years.
Ah!—But good Sir, can this be?
It is, and I will bring you to him. And see that all be well.
Your noble friendship hath reviv'd me sir, O run and fetch my cloake.
Tell Phebe I cannot stay to give her any satisfaction now, I must go see my Unkle first.
Poore Gentleman, how weakly he standeth! The sight of his Unkle will recover him. Come Mr. Careless let us goe.
Sir what do you thinke if I should first according to the reformation of my mind cut off my undecent hair, and change this garish apparrell for a civill well worne Students sute, I can be fitted presently hard by.
No, the mind reformed is enough, your habit well becometh you.
Now Wit and't be thy will go with him. And I hope this will be his last hot fit of the Unkle.
Your Masters gone forth it seemes.
Cal'd by his fortune, hee is so.
Shuns he the sight of me? i'le overtake him.
O your patience sweete Mistris Phebe, a little patience.
Hee's gone to be happy, and to make you happy. I dare promise you a Sattin Gowen within this sea'night.
For let me tell thee Mistris Phebe bright Hee's reconciled to his Unkle Knight.
Away Pimpe, Flamsted, I came to be serious with him, to let him know the miseries I suffer, by the wrongs hee has done mee, and that I can nor will no longer beare 'em.
Nor him neither will you? Take heede what you say Madam Marion▪
No nor him neither, you pandarly Parasite, till [...]e make his vowes good, and me an honest Woman.
Birlady, a shrewd taske, and I fear an impossible worke.
Sirra, I will claw your ugly Face till thou undertak'st it with him, to make it easie.
Hold, hold, I'le doe you all the good I can,
O will you so?
How desperatly valiant a Whore growes, when she is so poore that her cloathes feare no tearing.
But by what meanes can you hope to bring this worke about?
You know I have a wealthy Kinsman in the City.
O Mr. Saleware, and he has a Wife too that bears it up bravely.
Pimpe impudent, shall I claw your Face into blushes at my injuryes, to be mockt out of my Maydenhead, when I was upon a good Match in the Countrey; Then with a promise of Marriage, to be intic'd from my friends into fooles Paradice (that was a new title for the City) and here to be used, and abused from Lodging to Lodging, by him that now flies me, for the decayes hee hath brought mee to? But my Kinsman has money though I have none, and for money there is Law to be found, and in a just cause he will not let me sink, he sayes: for I have told him all.
But not the how many times, the whens, the where's, and the wherewithalls, I hope have you?
Sirrah, I shall shew you and your Master too a way to more civility, since I am thus abused, and slighted.
You have schoold mee handsomely, and brought mee into sense of your injuries: you have beene overwrong'd, but not over-wrought, nor over-worne, you doe excell in Beauty, Strength and Spirit, which makes you in your very anger now appeare so lovely, that I professe my selfe your Creature. What would a kisse of this faire Hand now make mee do, and of those Lipps what not?
Away you Creature.
Leave these temptations; doe not strike me too deeply in love with you.
Away you Creature.
'Tis true I am your Creature, as I am my Masters; And sometimes the serving Creature, breakes his fast with a bit off the Spit before the same meat is serv'd up to his Masters table, but is never denyed to Diue upon his Masters leavings, you cannot thinke what an appetite that frown gives me.
You are no saucy Rascall.
Good wit too! My appetit [...] needs no Sauce; nor shall you need to make use of Law, or Friend against my Master, but my selfe.
You!
Be rul'd by me, if I doe not lay you downe, and joyne with you presently in a course that shall content you, then—hang me Lady at your doore.—
What doe you meane?
In the next roome we shall finde Pen, Inke and Paper, you shall write him such a Letter (as I will dictate to you) that shall so nettle him.
Nay I did intend to leave him part of my mind in writting before I went.—
O Cosen, I want you.—
A pox of this interupting Cuckold, hee hinders all Trading, but his Wives, zownds I was going with full speed a Tilt, as the learned say, had not this horne-head come, we had writ lines together should have put down Her [...] and Leander—
Harke you Mistris Phebe, is this your Kinsman that you told me, you had told all the businesse to?
Yes, sir, I am the Gentleman, and shee has told me so much, Sir that I must tell you, to tell your Master from mee, and as I would tell him my selfe if hee were here personally present, hee is a most dishonest Gentleman if he doe her not lawfull right by Marrying her; and [Page] that right I came to demand, and obtaine of him, or to denounce the Law against him.
How happy are you, that you came short to tell him so, else hee would ha [...] so beaten you, as never was Citizen beaten, since the great Battaile of Finsbury-Field.
Your great words cannot make▪ mee feare his blowes (I am not dasht nor basht) nor crosse him out of my Booke, for feare of any such payment. I have him there for foure score pound as you know, though you are pleas'd to forget mee, But Sapientia mea mihi stultitia tua tibi.
Cry mercy Mr. Saleware, is it you? I hope Mistris Saleware is well, your most exquisite, and most courtly wife; the Flower-de-luce of the City.
Well wag well, you must not now put me off with my wife, shee's well and much respected; I come to speake of, and for my distressed Kinswoman, her whom your wicked Master has most wickedly dealt withall. Hee has deflower'd and deluc'd her, and led her from her Friends, and out of her Countrey into Fooles Paradice—By making her believe he would Marry her, and here he has put her on, and put her off, with hopes and delayes till shee is come to both woe and want; And (which may prove her most affliction, if hee be suffered to forsake her) shee is with child by him.
Say you so, Mistris Phebe? here's small shew of it yet.
Sirrah, I shall shew you and your Master too a way to more civility, if I be thus abused and slighted.
By the way Mr. Saleware, how many children have you by your most amiable wife?
Sir, that needs not to fall by the way of our discourse.
But by the way I speake of getting children. Or [Page] I pray tell me, did not you correct one of her children once, for which your wife reprehended you, and bad you correct your own? And how then shall my Master be sure that this (if it be one) is his?
What an Asinego's this? I shall finde a time sir, to talke with your Master. In the meane time I tell you that my Kinsewoman is a Gentlewoman of as good blood as himself, and of the best in Herefordshire.
Yes, Welsh-blood.
And shall find friends that shall not see her abus'd by you nor him. There is Law to be found for money, and money to be found for Friends, and Friends to be found in the Arches, and so tell your Master, come away Cosen.
But one word before you goe Sir, is this Gentlewoman, (who was but a Countrey Chamber-maide when my Master tooke her to his mercy) of such boasted blood, your Cozen by your owne, or by your Wives side I pray?
Sirrah, like a saucy companion as you are, though you meddle with me that am a Common-councell-Man; I charge you meddle not with my wife, you have had two or three jerks at her.
I was warn'd before Sir, in my own understanding: for she is for great persons.
Then know your distance Sir.
Yet give me leave to wait you down Sir, cud shoe did it tell it Kinseman that it is got with Champkin.
You are a Pandarly Rascall, and I'le be a terror both to you, and your Patron.
How can you thinke so?
Thinke! I see't apparently upon your Face, and heare it in your sighes, your broken sleepes to night, when your owne groanes wak'd you, declard no lesse; [Page] But had I had the power of some wifes with their husbands I could have fetch'd it out of you waking once ( [...] thanke you) you tooke me in your arme, but when you found 'twas I you turn'd away as in a dreame.
Sure you dreame now, whence can this talke proceed else?
I must not give it over till I know the cause of your melancholly fit, doe you doubt my duty, or my loyalty? perhaps you do, and so make me the cause of your affliction.
May such a thought within mee, stick mee to the endlesse torments.
'Tis lately entertained, what e're it be; you came heart whole to Town, and Joviall. Ha' you been drawn for security into Bonds by any of my friends, for great summs, and forc'd to pay 'em?
Fie, fie.
Are any great friends of yours in question, attainted, imprisoned, or run away?
Psewh.
Or are you further griev'd about your Nephew, Carelesse? I thought that your friend Saveall, and my selfe had made his peace with you; and that you had sent for him, do you repent that?
No, no, sweete heart, hee shall be welcome. And pray let me intreate you make no further inquisition; If (as you suppose) there be a trouble in my thoughts, I shall soon passe it over.
Tell me, or I shall prove the greater trouble. I would those few examples of women, that could not keepe their husbands counsells had beene burnt, and the woman too rather then I should be distrusted thus, and slighted by a Husband—
Nay then you'l grieve me indeed.
There has beene many examples of discreet women [Page] that have not onely kept their husbands councells, but advise and help 'em in extremities, and deliver'd 'em out of dangers.
I pray content your selfe.
Be you content to tell me then what troubles you. And I pray you tell mee speedily, now presently; or (excuse me in my vow,) it is the last request that ever I will make to you, and the last question I'le ever aske you, and (the easier to get it from you) I promise you by the continuance of my faith to you (which by this kisse I seale) Be it a deadly injury to my selfe, I will forgive it freely; not be troubled at it.
You are resolv'd it seems to keepe your secret Unto your selfe, much good Sir may it doe you.
'Tis said; and now your doome.
And can you be so mild? then farwell thought.
No upon my vow.
Thou shalt know all to purge me of my folly.
Well said.
It is confess'd.
Faire dealing still.
A Pepper-corne a quarter, if shee be Pepperproofe.
But shee at my very next approach, which was but yesterday denyes me Egresse, except I make it a new purchase at the same former rate, and so for all times after.
Troth 'tis unreasonable, a hundred pound a time? How rich would Citizens be, if their wives were all so paid, and how poore the Court and Country! But husht, here comes Mr. Saveall with your Nephew, I take it; A handsome Gentleman, could hee be so debauch'd?
Sir, I have brought you home a Reformado▪ [Page] and doe intreat (for what I have said unto him, and he hath fairely answered unto me) that words may not by you be multiplied.
Not a word of unkindnesse, Nephew, you are welcome, give me your hand. George, thou art welcome.
I shall be George o' horse-back once more I see. In all humility I thanke you Sir.
Nay now thou speakest, and look'st too tamely George, I would have thee keepe and use the lively spirit that thou hadst, but not to let it flie at randome, as it has done George.
Sir, I have learnt now by the inconveniences I have met with, in those extravagant out fl [...]ghes, the better to containe it within the limits of your leave, and faire allowance hereafter.
Well said, and againe welcome George. But (and this you shall give me leave to say Mr. Saveall) I remit your thanks for any inclination I had towards this reconcilement till I doe you some further kindnesse; only you had good advocates, who pleaded friendly for you, Mr. Saveall, and your Aunt there before she ever saw you whom you may thanke.
A man must be so tied now.
Pray take notice of her.
I cannot use respect enough Sir.
I like that modesty.
Doubt him in nothing, for he is come home.
Madam as you are my gracious Patronesse, and my selfe so all unworthy, my duty checks me in my approach to you.
You are the more intirely welcome Cosen.
Shee Kisses like an old mans wife, That is, as a Child late sterv'd at Nurse, sucks a fresh flowing Breast.
You must not Sir be bashfull.
'Twill lesse become mee to presume good Madam.
George, here's a Lodging for you in this house, and my Table has a place for you, send for your man to wait upon you.
Ha' you Wat still?
Yes Sir, an honest true hearted civill fellow he is, as I have manag'd him, he can say grace now.
The world's well mended. To morrow you shall give me a note of your debts George, which I'le take order for, if I may presume you have any.
Some driblets Sir, My credit has not lately wrong'd me much.
You speake sententiously, for credit sought With Trades-men, then their wares are dearer bought; So Gentlemen are wronged.
Then not to wrong our selves, lets in to Dance.
ACT II.
SCENE I.
ALL Cheape-side, and Lombard streete Madam, could not have furnish'd you with a more compleat bargaine, you will find it in the wearing, and thanke me both for the goodnesse of the stuffe, and of the Manufacture.
But now the price Mistris Saleware. I grant your Commodity is good, The Gold and Silver Laces, and the Frienges are rich, and I hope well wrought. Has your Man made a note of the particulars, and their prices, at [Page] the rate of ready-money (for I buy so) and not as you would booke 'em to an under-ag'd heire, or a Court-Cavalier to expect payment two or three yeares hence; and finde it perhaps never. I come with Here is one for tother.
I know your Ladiships payment such; And they are priz'd so Madam to a farthing.
Let mee see, broad plate Silver and Gold-lace, 206 Ounces halfe, and a dram, at five and ten pence the Ounce. 60 l. 5 s. 3 d. ob. 4. five and ten pence an Ounce is deare.
I protest unto you Madam that parcell of Lace for a Bed as you intend it, was bespoken, and agreed for at six shillings the Ounce by a very great person: but because ready money came not to fetch it off, Fortune reserv'd it here for you, you could not have been so fitted on the sodaine else within London walls; and I am glad the same fortune was so favourable to me, as by my hands to designe it for your Ladiships use and pleasure. I hope Madam we shal hear of a young heir a comming shortly, and that will make it a rich and fortunate Bed indeed; And then Sir Olyv [...]r would thanke me too.
What a bold slut it is, well then the rest of the particulars here of Laees, and Frienges, Loopes, and Buttons, makes the sum of all an hundred pound eight shillings foure pence, halfe-penny. I am no good Arithmetician, but if any be overcast, and overpaid, you must allow restitution.
Yes, good Madam.
Is all put up into this Box?
All Madam.
Give mee my Purse. Take you home that while I make payment for it; your Gold-weights Mistris Salewa [...]e.
Here Madam all in readinesse.
You take no Gold but what is weight I presume.
'Tis but light paines to weigh it Madam. But let me save your Ladiship that labour.
Nor shall it be your trouble, command your Servant I pray for a glasse of your beere—
Some beere for my Lady presently.
That I may tell you in more privacy, what perhaps you would not have him heare: for Prentises though they are bound to keepe their Masters secrets, are not all privy to their Mistresses; that's more a Journeymans Office.
Your Ladiship is pleas'd.
Not very well with my selfe, for I have gone beyond my Commission in this bargaine, and exceeded my Husbands allowance. Here's one hundred pounds eight shillings 4 d. ob. in the Bill, and he allowes me but the bare hundred pound.
The od money is but a small matter Madam.
A great matter in an honest poore Countrey Ladies purse, may serve her a whole Christmas at Post and Pare, or Farthing gleeke, when the gay Gamsters wives o'the City may command the hundreds, out of the purses of such poore Ladies Husbands. But here is the odd money, eight shillings foure pence, half penny, and so all's paid.
What meanes your Ladiship?
Doe you not understand mee then? I'le tell you that which I thought fit to conceale from your servant; And from your husband too had hee been here, perhaps he knowes not on't. My husband left with you, or lent you the last Terme a hundred pound, which hee assign'd to me; and now I have it in Commodity. Had you forgot it, when it was to do you a good turne, when your absent husband faild you, and you wanted it.
A good turne Madam?
Yes, was it not to have the free use of a hundred pound ready money, a whole quarter of a yeare, through a dead Vacation, and at last to take it out in wares? A good turne I thinke for a Trades-woman; take heed you do not by your fullennesse make me suspect another kind of good tu [...]ne, or that you did my husband any to my injury, nor deny the receipt of his money, lest I take up a violence that will not become mee, no [...] you be able to beare. Be therefore well advis'd both in what you say, and who heares m [...]. Somebody comes.
Madam your Beere.
I' [...]e pledge you Mistris Saleware.
I shall presume then Madam—Drinks.
This was right cast, was it not friend?
Your Ladyship will finde it so—La. Drinks.
And I hope you will finde your money so well bestowd Madam, that you will vouchsafe always to know the Shop.
Ever upon the like occasion, Mistris Saleware, so most kindly farwell sweet Mistris Saleware.
The humblest of your servants Madam. Open the Boot for my Lady.
'Tis done my Coach-man does it.
I would the Devill were in your Coachmans Coat to take his carriage for his paines.
One word more Mistris Saleware, can it be he?
Lay your comands on me good Madam.
Not to your trouble, I perceive a young Gentleman attends for conference with you. Is not his name Fitzgerrard?
No Madam, his name is Bellamie, much depending on the young Lord Lovely.
I thought I had known him, hee is a handsome youth. I cannot blame you now with him: but beware [Page] of old Knights that have young Ladies of their owne. Once more adieu sweet Mistris Saleware.
Most courteous Madam—and once more to the Devill. But on my life her chast Ladiship is taken with this beard-lesse Bellamie. How shee shot eyes at him!
Now may your servant obtaine a hearing L [...]y.
My eares are open Sir.
But you are sad or angry, why seemes that brow to threaten a subjection over him that is your vanquish'd captive; or has Cupid plac'd his Bow there be [...]t at me, whose heart already lodges all his Arrowes, never to be restor'd but by your pity?
Fie, fie upon't! what talke is this? I am vex'd, and you would m [...] me.
What has displeas'd you?
A crosse businesse that has happened in my Shop to day, I being none of the wisest Chapwoman, have undersold a parcell of the best Commodities my husband had. And should hee know't wee should have such a scwable.
Husbands should be so serv'd that do impose Those mercenary Offices on their wives.
Talke so, and I will heare you, your amorous notes sound like Play-speeches.
Servile, nay slav [...]sh Offices, ranking their wives with their prentises.
They pretend onely that wee should over-looke our servants, when they but set us there for shew to draw in custome: but in making us such over-seers they are overseene themselves; Shopkeepers-wives will be medling and dealing in their kinde, and as they are able, as wel as their husbands (some much better, and more profitable) but I was overreach'd I confesse.
For no great matter I hope.
No, the matter was not much (that never fretted me) but the manner has eene kild a Shee shop-keeper. I cannot be long-liv'd, here under a Pent-house, as my Lord (you know) told mee when he said he would shut mee out of this servitude, and that I should change my Coat, though my husband could not, before hee were an Alderman, and be rank'd with Ladies.
My Lord has still the same regard of you.
So it appeares by the Tailor and the Mercer, whom he sent foure dayes since to measure me out, and sute mee to his Honour, and no returne of them found, yet his Land might ha [...] beene measur'd all and sold, while a poore sute is dreampt on, had he borne the mind of some Lord?
I doubt not but this paper will cleare that jealousie. And while you reade I'le speake that which I dare not utter through, Sighes and Blushes to an intire attention.
At the beare at the Bridge-foot six a clock, good.
Sir, I finde my Lords honorable appointments here, and have heard you all this while.
Now I could wish, and was in hope you had not.
You have school'd mee fairely, I am humbled, Lady—
Pray attend you the tother end o' th' Shop, If I cannot handle a Customer, why dos [...]your Master trust mee? Could a frowne fright you? Let a smile then cheare you.
Pray leave your Player-like passionate expressions▪ And if you love mee, like a Man speake to me.
As I am a Woman; are you silent? if you doubt th [...] length of my mans Eares at that distance, you may whisper what so? But that is a right shop-whisper indeed with Trades-women that are handsome; Is that the most you will give sir? Could I afford it so, doe you thinke I'd make two words w'ye? yet this before you goe—Kisse. Now match it for the price I'le give it you for nothing.
I shall forget I have a Lord. I must forget him here.
Doe so, and if (I say) you love mee, speake plainely what you▪ would have mee doe, or what you would doe with mee (I love to dant these young thing [...] that love before they can love to the purpose, or speake to't▪ handsomely like a Boy that would faine be shooting at wild-fowle, before hee knowes how to discharge a Birding-piece) I would heare you speake, you have often mu [...]tered and fribled some intentions towards me, but I would heare you speake. Come, if you love me lay by the feare of the Lord that sent you, and tell me roundly now, what you would have me doe?
I would intreat you—
Well; what?
That you would be pleas'd—
With what? or to doe what?
To weare this paire of Silke stockins for me▪
Is that all your sute, 'tis granted, with my thanks to you; Have you no more to say?
Yes, I say you are the beautifull'st of Women; and that my Lord in your enjoyment is the happiest—
Nay thinke not of your Lord, but aske me, something.
I would but dare not hope for such a favour, [...]ou'l never grant i [...], my unworthinesse.
How can you tell?
You will not wrong my Lord, so as to doe it.
Not in his sight perhaps. What is it? come.
It is—
It is then, let it be so. Go to Schoole child.
Will that be a wrong to your Lord?
Yes, to weare any favours, but his own.
Dos he know this?
No, nor I would not that he should (and given by me) for all the Rubies in Cheapside, where I bought this but now, over the way.
Come sir, I'le dally w'ye no longer, I know what you would have with me.
And now you will betray me: I am sham'd then and undone.
No, but I have you o' [...] the hip. 'Tis plaine you would lie with me: deny it if you can.
O deare, did I say so now?
What need you when I know it, you would lie with me, and you shall. Take courage man.
But, in good earnest, shall I? shall I?
Yes, in good earnest, you'l finde it no trifling businesse, when you come to't once. But sir, upon condition.
Any condition Lady.
All purpose on't is lost, and all comes out else.
Name your condition, I'le performe it if it be in the power of my life.
You saw here at your comming a faire Lady.
I tooke no notice of her.
But she did of you, she is calld the Lady Thrivewell.
Sir Oliver Thrivewells Lady?
The same, you have known her it seemes.
Seene her before shee was married.
I will be briefe with you, as you love mee shee loves you as eagerly, but with much more boldnesse, you saw her whisper mee, and how loth shee was to depart, when her eye was upon you.
I did observe it.
Shee is my noble friend, and the sweetest Lady, I need not set her out. But though you thinke you suffer in your honour, in being an instrument twixt your Lord and mee, with the base blot of Pander sticking on you, (these were your words) I have ingag'd my selfe for her to be your Pandaresse; be so, I shall be even with you in businesse if you account it so.
What dee meane Lady?
To urge against my selfe, for that sweete Lady, which no Woman else I thinke would doe, that loves you so unfainedly as I. But 'tis my fate, and the injunction I must lay upon you, to make mee yours. That first you give your selfe to her Embraces; I'le give you means for your accesse to her, and your successe with her, which done, and on your faith affirm'd to mee, 'tis so, I will perpetually bee yours more freely then your Lords.
You urge this but to try my constancy.
For that I'le satisfie you soon, my husband coming we must to night at the Beare—
My Lord writes so.
And there I will direct you in your progresse.
Ally how dost? Mr. Bellamy how ist? How dos my noble Lord? You are sad methinks. Ha' you overbought any thing here, and so repent your bargaine? Or cannot my wife, and you agree upon't▪ you must use Mr. Bellamy [Page] kindly my sweet Ally: hee is our noblest Lords most speciall favorite, and must finde all faire dealing here, as well when I am abroad as at home sweet heart.
You heare not mee complaine sir, fare you well.
What an Assinego's this! He might ha' thank'd mee for my good words, though I meant him no good will, I hope thou hast overreach'd him indeed.
Thomas your hopes are vaine, Thomas in seating mee here to overreach, or underreach any body. I am weary of this Mechanick course Thomas; and of this courser habit, as I have told you divers and sundry times Thomas, and indeed of you Thomas that confine me to't, but the bound must obey.
Never the sooner for a hasty word, I hope sweete Ally; Not of me nor of my shop I prethee at seasonable times Love. But for thy habit (though this be decent on a Citizens wife) use thine owne fancy, let it be as Courtly, or as Lady-like as thou pleasest, or my Lords desires.
Then I am friends agen.
Troth, and I'le call thee friend, and I prethee, let that be our familiar and common compellation: friend it will sound daintily, especially when thou shalt appeare too gallant to be my Wife.
Then let it be so friend.
Intruth it shall, and I am very much taken with it. Friend I have found a Customer to day that will take off my rich parcell of broad Bed-lace, that my Lord Paylate bespoke, and left on my hands, for lack of money.
I have sold it already friend, with other Laces at a good rate.
And all for ready money friend?
Yes friend, a hundred pounds, and somewhat more.
Who would be, or who could live without such a friend, in such a shop? This money comes so pat for a present occasion, to stop a gap. It has stopt a gap already friend.
I have dispos'd of the money, the odd hundred pound for apparrell, friend, and other accommodations for my selfe.
Never the sooner for a hasty word I hope friend.
I have done it friend, whereby to appeare more Courtly, and Ladilike as you say, to gaine you more custome to your Shop.
Uuch friend—Is it so?
And friend you must not be angry, or thinke much of it, if you respect your profit friend.
I were no friend but a wretch if I would. No let it goe friend, and—Sapientia mea mihi is my word, I must not grudge at my friend in any thing.
Then friend, let your shop be your own care for the rest of this day, I have some busines abroad.
Whither sweet friend?
Is that a friendly question?
I am corrected friend, but will you not take a Man to wait upon you?
To watch me, shall I? and give you account of my actions? was that spoke like a friend?
Yet againe?
And agen, I am corrected friend?
Neither to supper, nor to bed perhaps.
Never the sooner for a hasty word I hope.
But if I chance to stay, you cannot be a faithfull friend and aske mee where, or in what company, friendship you know allowes all liberty.
Better then wee know how to have payd, for that's the glory on't.
I need no more insconsing now in Ram-alley, nor the Sanctuary of White-fryers, the Forts of Fullersrents, and Milford-lane, whose walls are dayly batter'd with the curses of bawling creditors. My debts are payd; and here's a stock remayning of Gold, pure Gold harke how sweetly it chincks.
Yes, and 'twill ring the changes shortly.
For necessaries Wat, for necessaries it shall change, and Ring all out, and 'twil so long as I have an Unkle, and know to mannage him, let money flie,
I can no faster spend then he supply.
For necessaries sir, but you must not now count Sack and Tobacco, Whores and Fidlers in abundance, necessaries.
Why pray?
Because you'l have but little then for extraordinaries, That is to say in a Gentleman for charitable, and pious works and uses.
The fellow's spoy'ld.
Not spoy'ld neither: For I would but wave your purpose of flying at all new Game, and neglect your poore whore, who now begins to be so violent for [Page] wrongs, shee can no longer beare, that shee intends to pursue you with her complaints hither to your Unkles House.
My Unkles house? my house. Is not the first Mornings draught mine?
With great reason, for you are first dry in the morning.
Is not the question first ask'd mee, what will you have to breakfast? what will please you for Dinner, and what for Supper? Has not my Unkle let out monies, and taken Bonds and Morgages in my name? doe not his Tenants crowch to mee, and his servants all call me young Master? And dos not my Unkle take care to marry mee to ten thousand pound, and a thing like a wife?
You have got a brave possession here, I must needs say; and I applaud your fortune most in this, tha [...] your young Aunt the noble Lady here, who you see feard would prove a cruell Stepdame to you, appeare [...] to be more friend to you then your Unkle. 'Tis a mo [...] gracious Sun-shine in her.
Shee shall lose nothing by't. I have thought a way to requite her.
But sir, for Mistris Phebe, will you take no order for the poore soule?
I do not like your zealous solicitation, but her [...] an order for her, in answer of her Malipert Letter yo [...] brought me last night. Give it her, and these five pieces upon condition that shee never come, write, or send to me againe, till I send to her.
That's somewhat hard Sir.
Nay look you Wat, you are a little mistaken i [...] me. I must give over whoring, for speciall causes there unto me moving.
O now I finde you. And 'twere richly wort [...] [Page] your patience, if you could winne the Widow by't, for whom you stood in faire election once, untill your last debauchment.
I shall stand fairer for her sir, when I leave working but a weeke or two, shall I not?
Yes, if you leave it quite, but to forsake her whom you have brought low, to fall to others, were such a thing—
Well sir, it may be I will, it may be I wo'nt, what's that to you? carry you the Letter, and the Money, and try how that will worke with her.
I'le doe my best, but if shee should exclaime, and bring on her Cosen Mr. Saleware to bee clamorous—
Her Cozen's a Cuckold, exclaime and clamorous! give me my money againe.
Nay I am gone sir.
The Rogue's in faction with 'em; O noble Mr. Saveall, you have most fairely kept your minute with me, I have written my Letter, seald it and all, here to the Widow.
So early? that is well.
I have written no lesse then six large Epistles this morning, and sent'em now by my Man to be convey'd into the Country to Lords and Knights, with all the news spirituall, and temporall, forraine and domestick that could possibly fall into a private Gentlemans Collection.
Is it possible?
With such dexterity, that if I would make a Trade on't, I could undoe all the Newes-mongers in Town that live by't.
It is a most commendable practise in a Gentleman, and it will mature your judgement in the both [Page] Common-wealth and State affaires, and in short time invite you unto the chaire of Helme.
When I am once married, and setled, you shall see what an asse 'tis, he believes me.
How am I comforted in my Meditation for you, and how over-joy'd will your Unkle be at the use you make of your retirements!
I confesse it is (by reason of my unwontednesse to it) some difficulty for me to write to women; wherefore since you have so nobly undertaken the conveyance of this, let me beseech you to apologize for the rudenes of my stile.
To the faire hands of the most acomplish'd in vertue Mistris Anne Crostill, present, I pray with my service; The out-side hath no rudenesse on it, and (I doubt it not) shee shall finde within all sweetenesse and urbanity.
As you may interpret it to her sir.
Sir, what I have already said, and do intend to say unto her from your Unkle, and my selfe on your behalfe, together with what you have here written, shall (I doubt it not) prepare so faire a way of proceeding for you; That at your visit of her you may say, veni, vidi, vici, she is your own.
And then—a ha, Mr. Saveall!
Expect your fortune modestly, and when it comes embrace it with discretion.
Sir, I am edified.
It is well if you be so; I will put my undertaking in action presently, Pray for my good successe.
I dare not tell him now I cannot; but I wish well for the Monies sake; and let the Vintners pray, and all the decay'd Sparks about the Towne, whom I will raise out of ashes into flame againe. Let them pray for my good wokes. O my young Lady aunts grave waiting [Page] Woman. If shee were not hers, and out of this house I should take her for a Bawd now. But being hers, and here how much may I mistake? all flesh is frayle.
Not to disturbe your morning Meditations, my Lady has sent you—
And you have brought me, what sweet Mistris Closet?
A part of her Ladiship [...] own breakfast, it is very cordiall and comfortable to the spirits, I assure you, and delectable to the younger sort, and profitable to the old.
One of Robert Greenes workes, or the mad Doctor that preaches boyld in't I thinke.
'Tis a composition of mine owne Sir, of many excellent decoctions, of most wholesome restorative, and costly ingredients.
That it was sent by her makes it more excellent, whose bounteous care of me, I must acknowledge exceeds all cost in carving to me, and countenancing me at her Table, in gracing me in presence of the Ladies that come to visit her; in giving charge for decency in all things for my Chamber, my fires shining, my odours burning, my livery serv'd in, my soft and costly bed prepar'd and spread with perfum'd linnen—here's Ambergreece in this now—
O is it so, doe you finde that?
But though shee is my own Unkles wife, I could [...]'ne say 'tis pity a young man had her not.
What a wag's this?
Shee is a most sweet Lady.
Shee is a sweete Lady indeed, I can best speake [Page] it that have knowne her from the wombe hitherto: A sweete infant shee was borne, and a sweete babe I swadled it, and a sweete child I nurs'd it, I traynd it up a sweete child. It was in manners a sweet child, at her Booke and Sample a sweet child. I never whipt it but once, and then it was sweete too, and sprawl'd but a little, and whimper'd but a little it was so sweet a child; And so shee grew upwards, and upwards towards woman, and a sweet youngling shee was, and so grew upwards and upwards towards man, and then a sweete Bride shee was, and now a most sweet Lady shee is, (as you say, and I commend you for it) And so she stands at a stay. For now shee growes no more upwards then upon her Wedding day, not upwards as I would have her upwards, here I meane young Gentlemen, could I but see a sweet babe of hers once by my Master, I could be then content to sleep with my Ancestors.
I had rather see your Gibship hang'd up with Polcatts in a Warren, and your sweet Lady with you, though I confesse that were some pitty. I hope her barrennesse, or his will preserve her from my curse.
I hope still, and shee hopes still; and I make him of this broth for every morning, and many other good strengthning things (I cannot say for the same purpose) for I shall never see him have an heire by her.
Excellent! that's best of all.
Because you then are heire, say you so? Is that your love to your Aunt?
No I protest Nurse, I meant by the broth, the bottome was the best of all.
Then I cry mercy.
Cannot all thy art, and her cost finde helpe for my Unkle, think'st thou, to get a child?
Helpe! what dee meane. He might have helpe [Page] and helpes enough, were she not too vertuous.
Still thou mistak'st me Nurse.
Away wag away, your Aunt loves you too well to thinke so of her.
Nurse as I hope to inherit any thing hereafter—
I should but serve you well to tell her your good thought of her.
Nurse, by this good—peece I thinke no harme.
Nay, nay.
Take it I say. And tell her if thou wilt, that I love her so well, that were shee not mine Unkles wife, I would get her an heire my selfe rather then be his.
Kinde young Master, now I am heartily sorry that I mov'd you.
And for my Unkle were I his heire apparent, I rather wish he might live till all this World were weary of him, and the next affraid to take him.
Then I survive him (Tonuge, a pox punish you for lying)
Now I live well, and merily good Nurse,
Wealth and Estates, bring cares and troubles with'em,
Were all young heires of my contented mind,
Parents and Patrons would be better prayd for.
Good Gentleman.
Nurse Closet.
O my Lady calls.
Present my thanks and best respects unto her.
I should ha' told you first—I ha' forgot. My head is naught,
What member hast thou good then?
My Lady desires you—This talke has put me out—O this head! My Lady desires you—
Desires shee me Nurse?
Yes sir, shee desires you.
Refuse me if I desire not her as much, for all she is my Unkles leavings.
My Lady desires you.
And shee shall have me Nurse—And she were ten Unkles wives, and she ten of mine Aunts.
O this head! nay now you will not heare mee, shee desires you to goe abroad in the Coach with her.
Any whither, to Islington, Newington, Padington, Kensington, or any of the City out-leaps (I know'em all) for a spirt and back againe, tell her I am up and ready for her, and could ha' been without her stirrup porredge, though I thanke her for her care. A man can not be too well prepar'd, or provided for so sweete a Lady, in so much distresse. A very Andromeda, chain'd to a Rock.
What's this you say? I understand no word of it, I would take your answer right, though I falter'd in my Ladies message.
The Devills in this overruning Tongue of mine, I could finde in my heart to worme him out with my teeth.
What must I tell my Lady Sir?
That I am more oblig'd to her Ladiship then I was to my Mother, shee has brought mee a new man into the World, and that my Being and my Life is hers.
I hope hee's a true convertite, did I send you to hold discourse here, Closet?
Nor did I Madam but I could heare this Gentleman a whole day methinks. Hee speakes so acknowledgingly of your Ladiships vertue, and goodnesse towards him.
I am beholding to him, will you goe with mee Nephew to the Exchange? I am to buy some toyes there for the Country, you may get a fancy by't.
Good, I must weare her favours.
Or cannot you forbeare your study so long?
To doe you service Madam, under whose commands I build my happinesse.
Be not at the distance of complement with mee good Nephew.
I would not be thought insolent deare Madam.
Come the Coachman grumbles at my stay, and 'twill be Dinner-time presently, so the Cooke will be angry too.
You are all tendernesse to your servants Madam.
A sweete Gentleman, and bountifull, if my Lady had been blest with such a Husband, what a place had I had!
ACT III.
SCENE I.
DOe you know the contents Mr. Saveall of the familiar Epistle you have brought me here?
No Lady, but I guesse it a faire expression of the Writers affection to you, although hee desired mee to crave your pardon for the rudenesse of his stile, it being the first that hee hath composed of that consequence.
Ha, ha, ha, I'le trust you sir, with the full knowledge of it, pray read it your selfe.
I finde shee is pleased, and my indeavour prosperous, for the young Gentleman, I am sorry that I delaid a day in the delivering of it.
Pray read it out sir, for I finde it so pleasant that I could heare it a whole day together.
In the first place you shall give mee leave to wonder at your impudence (though it be but in your dreames) to have a thought that I ever intended, or can be drawne by perswasion, force, or the power of witchcraft to marry you—
Blesse mee! sure if hee writ this, the Devill dictated to him.
On sir, that's but his first charge.
Secondly, I am to tell you, that I am warme in mine Ʋnkles favour. And 'tis not a peece a time, or five peeces for a peece of pleasure can undoe mee; and so I can have change, and scape the captivity of Wedlock.
This could no otherwise be done but by the Devill that ought him the shame.
What follows I pray, there's the first and second point past? marke his method.
Thirdly, and lastly, let mee advise you, since you are so hot upon Marriage, though I assure myselfe you love none but mee, (and I thanke you for't) that you frame or dissemble an affection to some one of the City, who is but comparative to your selfe in blood and fortune, and so you may make by-use of me as your friend, and have children like me,
Have you ever heard so queint a Love Letter?
Lady, the injury done in it, to your selfe is unanswerable, but my wrong in being his Messenger, I will make him answer.
Excuse me Sir, he has done me a favour; I pray informe him so with my great thankes. But for what you conceive a wrong to your selfe, use your discretion, you have no more to say to me for him at this present, have you sir?
Not for him but against him, I will un say all that I sayd before intended for his good.
But i'le not heare you wrong your former love, and judgement of him so, which made so deepe impression here, that I had lock'd his love up as a Jewell in my Breast, and you in striving now to wrest it thence may breake the Cabinet; I rather wish you'l be a friendly meanes to draw his presence hither, that I my self may mildly question him.
Are you serious Lady?
I feare I shall not rest before I see him, but doe not tell him that, lest in this [...]ullen humour, hee force his absence to afflict mee more; I'le hold you sir no longer, deale for me as you can, I know you have a guesse at my desire.
I'le doe you service in it.
I guesse that her desire is to doe some act of Revenge upon him. And (so it be not mortall) it were but Justice in her for so grosse a scorne by him cast upon a well reputed Gentleman. Yet is it observ'd in her that shee has a violent humour to do, and not to doe things oftentimes wilfully against all good councell or perswasion, shee has the spirit of contradiction in her, and an unalterable resolution upon sodaine intentions, a most incorrigible will shee has that will not bow nor breake. This crosse abusive Letter therefore may doe good upon her, [Page] however mischievous hee might intend it. If shee meant well to him before, it may the faster bring her on, but it amazes me that hee should write so, bearing his Unkle, and my selfe in hand, that hee so fairely lov'd her, and besought us to negotiate with her for him, should shee forgive it, yet the wrong to us in his vile manners is unpardonable, and so sir, I come to you.
O Mr. Saveall—
What doe you meane good sir?
Hold I beseech you, and sir, though I lose the Widow by my error (which was indeed but a meere accident) let mee not be so miserable made as to lose you, before you heare a short Examination—
How could you erre so strangely?
It was not so directed.
Do you thinke shee'l part with't sir?
Cannot you beat it out of her sir?
I cannot tell how to do that.
Thus sir—i'le give you demonstration, you malicious Rogue, you that conspirst with her to betray me, so good a Master I have beene to thee, and so good a friend to her, i'le recompence you both.
You have undone us both, and will discard us now you are warme in your Unkles bosome agen—but—
But what you Traitor you?
You put me in good minde, and if I do not somewhat.
I owe you somewhat for your last-nights absence, too pernicious Villaine that kepst thy selfe out o' the way o' purpose that I should bee drunke, and abuse my self, and the house here all lay o' your absence, There's somewhat more for that.
'Tis all upon account sit.
Who knowes an honest Servingman that wants a good Master.
Was it your mans fault Mr. Carelesse? if I be not reveng'd &c.
No faith, To speak truth he was as much abus'd in it, as you in doing a thing as contrary to his vile conditions, as you did to your noble Name. But I crave onely your pardon, I know not what I doe besides. This crosse blow of chance staggers my reason so—
Well sir, since I have found the errour, my reason reconciles me to you, and since it grew out of your equall intent to cast off the evill, as to embrace the good, I will re-mediate for you to the widow.
But yet shee'l know I have had a whore. Yet then you may say, 'tis such a running Disease among young Gentlemen, that not one of a hundred has scap'd it, that have prov'd stay'd men afterwards, and very sober husbands; As looke you yonders one may prove, whom now I have in good sooth a great desire to beate.
In your Aunts presence, and your Unkles house; Though I were not his friend; could you be so outragious? I muse I see him here though.
Cry you mercy sir, are you his friend?
I make my selfe so, hee being dependent to my noblest Lord, whom I am bound to honour.
What Lord I pray, that I may honour him too.
The Lord Lovely.
That loves women above wine, wine above wealth, wealth above friend, and friends above himselfe. There's no scandall in all that sir.
It goes so of him indeed, but he loves honor above all those.
Mr. Saveall a word.
Your servant Madam.
In the name of flesh, for what dos his Lordship employ that Angle-worme to my Aunt? Hee has had her this houre in private conference, close chamberd up together, not so much as Matron Nurse in the roome with 'em, 'Tis a fine sleeke thing, and almost pitty to hunt it, but sure I must beat it, as place and time convenient may serve.
Pray [...] Mr. Saveall move you my Husband for it, I would not medle in his money matters willingly.
Five hundred pound for my Lord upon the mentioned security, I will break it to sir Oliver.
Is that the businesse after so much privacy? [...]very prety, my Aunts a woman too, and me Unkle may have as forked a fortune, as any of the City, that lend out money to hedge in Lordships.
I am his Lordships servant.
And I your Lordships good Madam. And yours Mr. Saveall.
I am for your way Mr. Bellamy.
And I sir, and't please you.
George Carelesse, I would speak with you.
May I not wait upon your Gentleman to the Gate Madam?
No good George, though I commend your curtesie, yet would I not you should neglect your owne dignity.
Umh—I am under Government.
The young man, if you have modesty will thinke you mock him, if not you'l make him become arrogant, know you not whose man he is?
No tis apparent, this over-slighting of him proclaimes shee loves him, whose follower Madam, and I know Lords followers, Knights fellows.
Not all Lords followers to all Knights George.
To as many as their faire Ladies will give way to, that are not faint-hearted.
I understand you not George; something troubles you, you are not right to day.
I am only as I am in your favour Madam.
Come I know what perplexes you▪ and 'tis therefore that I desire to talke with you; I am not angry with you, but let mee tell you George, although not openly I tooke notice of the pickle you came home in last night, after your Unkle was in Bed; to whom, mervayling at your absence I excus'd you, as gone at my request to visit some Ladies with whom you staid Supper, I told him, when you were with your Roucers.
But did you never go?
Indeed I did, and he was satisfied.
O my sweet Lady Aunt [...]! I was indeed amongst'em, and deeply merry.
And drunke as deeply!
I will abuse your goodnesse so no more.
Say and hold George, for your own good.
What's now become of mee, I am under correction.
I would you could have seene your selfe, and how your disguise became you, as I was told, I do but friendly tell you of some passages, as they were to mee related, by those whom I have charm'd to speake no more on't. Be secure therefore in your Unkle.
O my deare heavenly Aunt!
First, at the doore you bounc'd like a Giant at the Gate of an inchanted Castle, before which could be opened offence was taken by you at your Sedan-men; for asking money (as appeard afterwards) more then you brought from the Taverne, and leaving their office fouler by a distemper'd stomach-full, then you found it. In the strife for these sad causes your Sword being seiz'd on, you being unable to use it, were found by my servants at Luggs with your brace of Corps bearers, in the dirt, and their poore hovill Chaire turnd on his ridge in the Kennell.
I'le never be drunk agen.
I hope you will say so, when you have heard all George; but by the way your late stock being spent, here are ten peeces towards a supply.
O sweet golden Aunt!
Well sir, the striefe appeas'd, you were tane in. Then hay is there no Sack i'the house? Tis for you in you Chamber is replid, up you are had, where is the Rogue my man? not seene since Yesterday; Fetch me a wench. Blesse us cries old Sim the Butler, wee have none i'th house, nor cannot send for any out o' dores. Dost—tell me that? is not my Ladies Woman, my Ladies Chamber-maide, the Laundry-maide, the wench under the Cooke, my Ladies Nurse old Winter plum, nor my Lady her selfe within? I know, or will know all the shee things in the house.
But why me up in your bedroll George?
P [...]eigh.
You remember none o' this!
It is not worth it Madam.
Nor how you scar'd Chamber-maid, whom I sent in love to see care taken for you, not dreaming of any ill thought in you, doe you remember how you told her, and what you would give her, when your Unkle died for a small present curtesie? she was faine to saisfie you with a false promise to steale to bed to you before foure men could force, or humor you into it.
What an unhallowed Rascall was I!
'Tis well you consider it now. And still consider George.
How ill excesse of Wine, Roaring and VVhoring becomes a Gentleman, and how well sobrietie, curtesie, and noble action, and dangers wait upon the one sort, and what safety accompanies the other!
Wine, Roaring and Whoring, I will lay that saying of yours Madam to my heart; but Wine is the great wheele that sets the rest a whirling.
True George, for had you not first beene [...]ullied with Wine, you would not have abus'd your selfe to ha tumbled in the dirt with your Litter-mules, nor offer'd to seduce my Chamber-maide. Suppose you had overcome her, how could you have come off but with shame to your selfe, and the utter ruine of the poore Wench?
Still shee corrects me for my medling with base matters and people, shee is not angry shee sayes, though I call'd for her last night i'my drinke, shee gives me mony, I will now understand her, and whereunto all her former favours and her later admonitions are directed, and presently appeare a gratefull Nephew.
Nay, bee not sad upon it George, as I would win you from your faults, I would have you still be cheerfull. If any thought troubles you, you may be free with me George.
O Madam you have made me, and now take me to you.
How meane you?
Freely and wholly, the truest, faithfullst servant, and I thinke the ablest that any Lady of your lacks and longings ever bestowd a favour on, though I say' [...] my self. You'l swear't when you have tri'd me, and't be but hourely for a month together.
Is the man sound troe?
I defy Surgeon, or the Potecary can come against mee.
Sound i' your senses sir, I meane.
O for blabbing Madam never feare mee, now I am resolv'd to live soberly, and be onely yours. And with such pleasure, with such safety, secresie, and fulnesse, I will so constantly supply you, that you shall not have time to dreame of the defects of your old man.
Doe you meane your Unkle, and not know whose wrong you unnaturally and sinfully pursue?
No man living Madam can doe it for him, more naturally and lesse sinfully; I am of the same flesh and blood, and bring his youth to your pleasure, how can you thinke old Unkles children are got? or how came up the proverbe, Shee is one of mine Aunts, doe you thinke? You would have a child by him. All your Cawdells and Cock-broaths will never doe it, An old mans generative spirit runs all into braine, and that runs after covetousnesse too, get wealth, not children. Believe it, much Nephews helpe belongs to it, and then the children are not degenerate, I cannot thinke but many Unkles know it, and give way to it, because stranger bloods shall not inherit their Lands, and so sweet Aunt if I live not to inherit his, my son may, in your first born. There will be a sweet comfort to you.
But is all this in earnest?
In earnest? yes, And I pray so take it, and let it be a bargaine, and now presently in the Chamber, I will make you my first payment for the purchace.
Fie, fie, you doe but say so?
That shall be tri'd presently. Come sweet Madam, I finde you are willing, and I sweare I am resolute, and will be as secret as your own woman, if you will not goe I protest i'le carry you.
Nay preythee George set me down a little.
Psewgh—I need none o' these whesings I.
But prathee tell mee, dost thou not all this onely to trie me, or am I a Rogue thinke you, or wouldst thou seriously that thine own naturall Unkle, thy bountifull Patron, nay thy father on the matter, should suffer such a wrong, and done by us?
Harke there againe, Madam have I not proved sufficiently and plainely, that I shall in doing the feate for him doe him the greatest right in the world, in getting him, and you an indubitable heire, and to give him both the comfort, and the glory of it?
Was ever such a Reprobate?
And you can doe him no wrong (though you had not a Ladies priviledge) to Cuckold him, for assure your selfe hee Cuckqueanes you, now come Madam.
You speake not on your knowledge.
I never was his Pimpe, but what I have heard, I have heard. Now come Madam.
I heard Mr. Saveall protest within these three days that hee thought my Husband the chastest man (of a Gentleman) that he knows.
O did hee so, Madam, believe it they two have whor'd together, and that Saveall has pimpt for him oftener then you ever lay with my Unkle.
What! since he married me?
What else? Saveall is not onely his grave Parasite, but his Pimpe, and has spent my Unkle more in these civill punctuall wayes, then I in all my whole debauches, what did you thinke hee kept him for? O they are a brace of subtle dry Tweakes, come now Madam.
What an inhumane Villain's this▪
I'le tell you all now upon our inward acquaintance.
You have told too much already to have any acquaintance with me at all, nor shall you, unlesse you presently recant all that you have, or would have said upon this subject.
Madam—
Stand further and replie not, lesse I call in those that shall sadly silence you. Have you abus'd your Unkle, and the next best friend you have i' the World, in hope thereby to abuse mee most, that was no enemy of yours till now you justly have provok'd me?
I tooke not a right course.
Was this the best construction you could make of my love to you, or a fit requitall, to make me an incestuous Whore?
Yes, yes, a pox my course was right enough, but I undertooke her at an ill season. Her spruce springall left her but now, i'le tell her so Madam.
Come I perceive you are sorry; and that's a part of satisfaction. Therefore for once I'le winke at your transgression, especially before others. Here's one you see.
I doe, the Devill blind her.
Madam—
But tempt me so againe, and i'le undoe you.
I know how you'l undoe mee witty Madam, Ah—
Nay be not sad George, discover not your selfe, and you are safe, for once I tell you.
Shee'l come about I see.
But will you Cozen goe, and doe that for me?
Most readily good Madam, I have your full directions.
All Cosen, if you forget not.
I cannot be so negligent in your service Madam, I finde by this fain'd errand shee dares not trust her trollop there, I love her wit now too.
He is both schoold, and coold I hope. Now Closet what's your News?
Of a Citizen Madam that intreats to speake with your Ladiship.
Doe you not know his Name, or Trade?
Yes, I had both eene now, but I have such a Head.
If you have lost 'em by the way pray go back and seeke 'em, or bring you his businesse.
I ask'd his businesse Madam, and told him hee might trust mee with it without a hand to his booke, but he said it could not be delivered, but by his owne word o' mouth to your Ladiship.
What strange matter is it troe? or what Citizen, is not his Name Saleware?
Yes Madam, and he is a (O this head) a—
A Silkeman is he not?
Yes Madam the same.
I hope his impudent Wife has not told him all; if shee has, where's his remedy in this Womans Lawcase?
There's a Gentleman with him too Madam.
Then wee shall have it, 'Tis his Wife sure, well I [Page] am prepar'd for the incounter. Bid 'em come up, if they grow violent or too bold with mee, i'le set my Nephew George upon 'em. 'Tis not his Wife, what Creature is it troe with me, Mr. Saleware?
Craving your pardon Madam, a few words in the behalfe of this poore Kinsewoman of mine, touching a Gentleman, who I heare lives in your House, Mr. George Carelesse, Madam, by whom shee has received much injury.
How sir I pray?
Pray Madam read this Letter, weepe not, but hold up thy head Cuz, wee will not be dasht, nor basht in a good cause; pray read you Madam.
I am now (Lady) in favour with my Ʋnkle, and in faire possibility of a good Estate, deporting my selfe (I intend to doe) a civill Gentleman. To which end (induc'd as well by reason, as by long continued affections) I tender my selfe to you in the holy condition of Marriage. If you vouchsafe your consent, (which is my most earnest request) I shall not onely declare my selfe a good Husband, but the most happy,
Wherein appeares the injury to your Kinswoman?
In flying from his Word, and Deed Madam. He has borne her in hand these two yeares, and use her at his pleasure, detaining her from her choyce of many good fortunes, and at last sends her this to make amends for all, and denies his act the next day, sending his man to take the Letter from her, pretending 'twas directed to another. But never the sooner for a hasty word Cosen, we will not be dasht nor basht, I warrant thee.
Here's the direction. To the Lilly white Hands of Mistris Mariana Gymcrack, is that your Name Lady?
I am the sorrowfull one that is knowne by it Madam.
Never the sooner for a hasty word Cosen.
I conceive the businesse, and find the error, and my great doubt is over.
Weepe not I say.
What would you have me doe Mr. Saleware?
You have discretion Madam, and I made choice of your Ladiship to open this matter unto you, rather then to Sir Oliver himselfe, whom I would not willingly exasperate against his Nephew, you may be pleased in a milder way to temper him, and worke a satisfaction for my Kinsewoman; Sir Oliver and your selfe Madam, are noble Customers to my Shop, and for your sakes I would not deale rigourously with your Kinseman, if a gentle end may be made. But, if you cannot so compound it, the Law lies open, money and friends are to be found, a good cause shall not be sterv'd, I will not be dasht not basht, Sapientia mea mihi is my word, and so good Madam you know my mind.
'Tis pity a Gentlewoman should suffer too much, and I like her so well at first sight, that I am easily mov'd to doe good for her, is shee your Kinsewoman in blood Mr. Saleware, or your wifes?
Mine I assure your Ladiship, though my wife can boast as great and noble friends I thank fortune, as the wife of any Tradesman that carries a head in the City, (but that's by the by) yet I came of a better house, and am a Gentleman borne, none disprais'd.
Well Mr. Saleware, leave your Kinsewoman with me a little while, you shall not be scene in my act, i'le try what I can doe for her.
With all my heart good Madam, and dee heare Marina, This is a noble Lady, beare your selfe discreetly in the businesse, and towards her: you may get a Husband by't, or at least a composition that may purchace one to sholder you up. But carry it high and worthy of the house I brag of, or—Sapientia mea mihi, stultitia tua tibi, That's my sentence.
Well sir, you neede not doubt my high Carriage.
Closet.
Madam.
Take▪ this Gentlewoman to your Chamber, and I charge you let none see her, or take notice of her, but your selfe and me, till I give order.
I shall doe something for her doubt not Master Saleware.
I shall be bound to your Ladiship, now to my Shop, to which I thanke my Wife shee has beene a Wildcat these two dayes, which must be borne with as wee are friends. And from my House all Night, and yet no Greene-goose-faire-time; Nor though shee were so absent must I be so unfriendly as to question her, where, or with whom shee was; a new Article this twixt Man and Wife! But Sapientia mea mihi, stultitia sua sibi. Thus it must be where Man and Wife are friends, and will continue so in spight of chance, or high heeld shooes, that will awry sometimes with any Women. Shee is not yet come home heere. WhatThe Shop discover'd, Alicia, & Bellamy. Ladies that, and not my Wife there to handle her handsomely for her Money? My servants are such Assinegoes! stay, are mine eyes perfect? 'Tis shee, 'tis my Friendwife, and in the Courtly habit, which so long shee has long'd for. And my Lord Lovelies Gammed with her. [Page] His Lordship lay not at home to Night, neither at his Lodging, I heard that by the way. I cannot thinke my Lord and shee both sate up all Night to see the Taylors at worke, and to hasten the finishing of those Cloaths, if shee were with him which I would not be so unfriendly to inquire for the worth of a Wife. 'Twas right honorably done of him to send her home as gallantly attended as attir'd, if shee die—a—a—lie with him all Night, which I will not be such a beast to believe although I kn [...]w it. I must come on her with a little wit though, for which I will precogitate.
Once more your story, for I am not satisfied with thrice being told it.
Can a Woman take so much delight in hearing of another Womans pleasure taken?
As it was given by you I can, for I am prepard by it to take pleasure from you, and shall with greedinesse expect it till I have it.
Then know I pleas'd her so, that shee protested, (and I believe her) her Husband never pleas'd her so.
Or any other man you should ha' put her to that, her Husband's but a Bungler.
How know you that?
I doe but guesse.
Nay shee swore deeply, and I believ'd her there too, no man besides her husband but my selfe had e're injoy'd her, but let me tell you Lady, as shee was amply pleas'd she may thanke you.
For sending you, I know shee did and will.
Indeed!
In reall deed, I can speak now like an embolden'd Lover.
Well, but what in your Acts of Love?
I had you still in my imagination, and that enabled mee to be more gratefull to her Ladyship, which wrought her thankfulnesse to you, exprest in a hundred pieces, sent by me, more then I tould before, which are your own shee sayes, since tother morning shee was here with you.
That token confirmes all. Had I the spirit of Witchcraft, when puting upon chance for my Revenge, to find Reward! Have you the money?
Safe at my Chamber for you.
O you are cunning, lesse I should breake with you you thought to oblige me by't.
I'le rather run and fetch you twice the summe, I conceal'd it onely to give it you unexpectedly.
Sweete Bellamy I am yours, I could be sorry now I have lost so much of thee. This Kisse, and Name your time—
Would they had done whispering once, that I might enter safe in my manners.
To morrow night.
Shall you be ready so soone thinke you after your plentifull Lady-feast.
O with all fulnesse both of Delight and Appetite.
And with all faith and secresie I am undone else, you know my vowes unto my Lord.
And can you thinke I dare be found your meane, to break'em.
No more my husband comes. Pray Sir returne my thanks unto my Lord for his right noble bounty, and not mine alone, for so my husband in much duty bound also presents his thanks unto his Lordship.
Yes, I beseech you sir.
I am your willing Messenger.
Hee is my most honored Lord, and has so many wayes obliged me both by my wife, and in mine owne particular that—
I take my leave.
Still this is an Assinego. I can never get him to stand a Conference, or a Complement with mee. But Sapientia mea mihi, what was that friend you made mee send thanks for to his Lordship, what new favour has hee done us, besides his councell—These Clothes, the cost was mine you told mee, out of the odd hundred pound you tooke, what late Honour has hee done us?
I [...]t not enough I know Friend? will you ever transgresse in your impertinent inquisitions?
I cry you mercy friend, I am corrected justly.
Will you never be governd by my judgement, and receive that onely fit for you to understand, which I deliver to you undemanded? Doe not I know the weight of your floore thinke you? Or doe it you on purpose to infringe friendship, or breake the peace you live in?
Never the sooner for a hasty word, I hope Friend.
Did you not Covenant with mee that I should weare what I pleased, and what my Lord lik'd, that I should be as Lady-like as I would, or as my Lord desir'd; that I should come, and go at mine own pleasure, or as my Lord requir'd; and that we should be alwayes friends and call so, not after the sillie manner of Citizen and Wife, but in the high courtly way?
All this, and what you please sweete Courtlyfriend I grant as I love Court-ship, it becomes thee bravely.
O dos it so?
And I am highly honor'd; And shall grow fat by [Page] the envy of my repining Neighbours, that cannot maintaine their Wives so like Court-Ladies, some perhaps (not knowing wee are friends) will say shee's but Tom Salewares Wife, and shee comes by this Gallantry the Lord knowes how, or so. But Sapientia mea mihi, let the Assinegos prate while others shall admire thee, sitting in thy Shop more glorious, then the Maiden-head in the Mercers armes, and say there is the Nonparrell, the Paragon of the Citie, the Flower-de-luce of Cheapside, the Shop Court-ladie, or the Courtshop Mistris, ha' my sweet Courtlie friend?
How do you talke? As if you meant to instruct'em to abuse me.
Sapientia mea mihi.
To prevent that I will remove out of their walke, and keepe shop no more.
Never the lesse for a hasty word I hope Friend.
Fie, 'tis uncourtly, and now i'le tell you Friend, unaskd, what I have done for you besides in my late absence, and all under one.
Under one! yes, I could tell her under whom if I durst.
What's that you say Friend? mee thinkes you mutter.
No Friend, I was guessing what that other thing might bee that you have done for mee, all under one. You have taken the House i'le warrant, that my Lord lik'd so.
By my Lords favour and direction I have taken it, And I will furnish it so Courtly you'l admire.
Must I then give up Shop, or lie so far remote?
No you must keepe your Shop Friend, and lie here if you please.
And not with you but there?
No not with me at all Friend, that were most uncourtly.
But I shall have a Chamber in your house, and next to yours. Then in my Gowne and Slippers Friend at Midnight—or the first Cock.—
Softly for stumbling Friend, i'le doe you any honourable offices with my Lord, as by obtaining sutes for you, for which you must looke out, and finde what you may fitly beg out of his power, and by courtly favour. But keepe your Shop still Friend, and my Lord will bring and send you such custome, that your Neighbours shall envy your wealth, and not your Wife; you shall have such commings in abroad and at home, that you shall be the first head nominated i' the next Sheriffe season, but I with my Lord will keepe ▪you from pricking. Bee you a Cittizen still Friend, 'tis enough I am Courtly.
Here's a new Courtlie humour, I see no remedy, unlesse I run my selfe out of credit, defie the life of a Cittizen, and turn Courtly too.
What's that you say? doe you not mutter now Friend?
No, not a sillable Friend, but may not I give up Shop and turne Courtly too Friend?
As you respect my Lord, and your own profit, you must be a Cittizen still, and I am no more a Cittizens Wife else, and shee must be a Cittizens Wife, that wust doe all in all with my Lord Friends. Though my Lord loves the Clothes of the Court, hee loves the diet of the City best Friend, what ever I weare outwardly hee must finde me Cittizens Wife, which Friend, O hee's a sweet Lord.
Well it shall be then as the sweete Lord will have it, Sapientia mea mihi.
ACT IV.
SCENE I.
Your Lordship is dispos'd to mirth;
In marrying of that stripling!
My Lord you said youl'd tell me.
You may as well suppose i'l [...] say 'twas well.
What say you to two or three!
The more the merrier.
He has no lesse then five old Gentlemens Young Wives with child this Moone, but got all in One weeke.
Indeed!
Yes, in good deed, and lusty.
Good deed call you it, to get other Mens Children?
Suppose they have the husbands consents.
I suppose they are wittalls then.
No they are wisealls, and 'tis a thing in much request among landed men, when old and wanting issue of their owne, to keepe out riotous Kindred from inheritance, who else would turne the Land out of the Name.
An excellent policie!
You know the Lady Thrivewell.
And her old husband, and his riotous Kinseman too.
You will heare more hereafter, but now to him agen, for whom I am spokesman.
In a strange way me thinks.
Hee is sent for farre and neere on those occasions, hee is of so sweete a Composure, and such sure taking mettall, that hee employes my care to have him well bestowd before he begins to wast.
Ist possible hee has done so much, and sayes so little?
The deepest waters are most silent,
But he can speake, and well to Bellamy.
My Lord.
I have made your love knowne to this Lady.
My love my Lord?
And have begun your suit; follow't your selfe.
My suit my Lord to her? I never mov'd your Lordship to't, Tho' I presume she may be a happy fortune to one of my condition; a poore and younger brother; onely made rich and happy in your Lordships service, and over-flowing favours.
Which i'le take off o' you if you slight my care in seeking your preferment to this Lady, of beauty equall with her faire estate, in both which shee is great, and her atchievement will be the Crowne, and the continuance of all my favours to you, you are lost▪ if you pursue it not, I would thy old Unkle Bellamy saw thy Bashfulnesse.
Your Lordship seemes now to wooe for me, not him, however I am bound in thanks to your noblenesse, in your faire proportion, I hope, I shall not be so poore to require an advocate, when I shall yeild to have a husband. But your mirth becomes your honor, and the young gentlemans reservednes him, Ha, ha, ha.
How meane you Mistris Crostill?
I doe commend your mirth my Lord, for the lusty straine you spoke him in, that he had yet five children in one weeke, wherein I may presume you thought you had mov'd to my liking, ha, ha, ha—
I am glad I have made you merry, But you will wish if you reject him—
If I reject one that tenders not himselfe! yet I commend his caution.
As how I pray?
Come now he shall have none of you.
I'le heare him say he will not first, by your Lordships leave.
Spirit of contradiction!
Stay sir, would you be content to have me?
You heard my Lord say I should not.
But say he say agen you shall, speake, will you have mee?
Say no (I finde her now) that is the way to win her.
Without instructions good my Lord.
Is your love limited by his favour then?
He speakes within me now.
Stay, let us retire. Here is the Lord Lovely.
Be he a Lord of Lords i'le not retire a foot.
The humblest of your Lordships servants.
What Gentlemen is that you bring with you?
It is the Newphew of the good Knight Sir Oliver Thrivewell, of which Sir Oliver, I have procured unto your Lordship the sum which you desired by your servant Mr. Bellamy.
For that I thanke him and you, but I could wish you had not brought that Nephew hither now.
Certes my Lord I am sorry.
My reason is, I have enter'd Bellamy a suitor to the Widow.
He also comes a suiter.
And is in deepe discourse with her already, [Page] I'le see faire play.
But you shall heare mee Widow, and that to the point and purpose.
Lady at my request, doe this Gentleman (who made the first approach) the favour to be, heard, and answer'd first.
As his approach was first my Lord, shee has heard him first already, and my request is to be heard now, and then let her answer both him, or me, or neither, what care I?
Your Name is Carelesse I take it.
I came to talke with this Gentlewoman.
Pray my Lord forbeare him, and let him speake, what do you say sir?
I say I love you, doe resolve to marry you, and then to use you as I list.
I say I love you, doe resolve to marry you, and then to use you as I list.—To Bell.—
This to mee Lady? i'le take you at your word.
Stay, I doe but tell you what he sayes.
Take her at her word againe sir, and I shall take you by the luggs. I say againe you shall have none but me.
I say again, you shall have none but me,—To Bel.
What, doe you foole mee, or him, your selfe, or all?
Pray sir how old are you?
Are you good at that, pray sir, how old are you?—To Bel.
You presse beyond your priviledge, which is only to speake to the Gentlewoman.
My Lord I am a Gentleman.
You may tell her so.
Let we beseech your Lordship.
What Gentleman's that you speake of?
The man that speakes it I am he.
All this sir in effect, and more of my affection, can I speake to you.
Uns, but you shall not, you mistake the person to whom you are, or ought to direct your affection, you mistake strangely.
What can I say now! Slife if that anger you after the errour found, and confest, i'le write worse to you, and in earnest.
Mr. Bellamy some other time I shall be glad to see you.
Shee meanes that to mee now, but i'le take no notice; i'le finde as good a Widow in a Taverne Chimney, O shee's a dainty Widow!
Let your will guide you.
Mr. Saveall I thanke you for my Suitor.
Nay but Lady.
Yes you shall controwle mee in my owne House.
Yes, yes, I meane so too, but you shall wooe mee hard first.
'Tis a mad Widow, which of these two now think you has the Better on't?
I thinke he shall in the end have the best my Lord, that can slight her most.
'Tis my opinion too, and heare mee—
Sir, I have seene you but twice, and it has beene at places where I cannot allow of your resorts, first at my Aunts, and now here at my Widowes.
Your Widow sir! I thought shee had beene the Widow of one deceas'd.
Thou art a witty, pretty Child. But doe you here use your wit, out of the smell-reach of your Lords perfum'd Gloves, and I shall take you by the Nose.
Forbeare sir, I have a Handkercher.
And let me finde you there no more, nor here I charge you.
I heare your charge sir, but you must leave it to my discretion to obey it, or not.
Trust to your discretion!
And so commend mee to my Lady Thrivewel Come Bellamy away, what's your discourse?
All faire and friendly my Lord.
Very good.
So should it be with Rivalls, fare you well Mr. Carelesse.
Your Lordships—with a whew.
Will you walke homewards?
Excuse me sir I pray.
It will not be convenient to returne this day unto the Widow.
Feare it not sir, I like her not so well now.
Doe your pleasure.
Ha' you crosse tricks Mistris Crostill? well I will goe drinke your Crotchets out of my Pate, then home, and doe that which mine Aunt and I must only know. This is her Night of Grace, if shee keepe touch with me.
ACT IV. SCENE II.
IN truth your story is pittifull, but your own folly has brought your scourge upon you.
'Twas through the blindnesse of my love, and my credulity Madam, wrought by his strong Temptations.
Well, for this once i'le straine a point of honour for you, chiefly indeed in answer of his rude unnaturall presumption in attempting mee. That a Villaine can still be so barbarously lustfull! If in this way I fit him not, and cause him to desist his beastly purpose, I will discover all to his undoing. Closet you know my minde, and fu [...]l directions for the conveyance of our designe.
Yes Madam, doubt not. Though I have but a naughty head at most, other matters, I dare not trust it for a sure one at such conveyances.
I presume to further the matter, hee'l come [Page] [...] [Page] [...] [Page] home Drunke by his not comming to Supper.
Then he may forget what he so much expected, or sleepe away his expectation.
No, hee will then be the more vehement till his desire be over.
You know his humour best it seemes, away, away, my husband comes.
Well Wat, for this discovery i'le make thy reward worth ten such masters services.
Sweet heart I have a suit to you—But first what Woman's that with Nurse?
A Kinswoman of hers whom shee would preferre to mee, but I have answer'd her, I will not charge your purse with more attendants; onely I have given her leave to entertaine, and lodge her this night.
That's my good Girle.
Now what's your suite sir, (as you are pleas'd to call it) which I would have to be your free command?
'Tis for my absence from thee, to accompany Mr. Saveall, to bring a deare friend on his way to Gravesend to night, who is sodainly to depart the Land.
These sodaine departures of friends out of the Land, are so frequent, and that I may believe you intend really, and no fained excuse; now will I thinke as long as you have good and substantiall Made-worke at home, that you will seeke abroad for any more slight sale-ware.
No more o'that Sweet heart, farewell, expect me early in the morning.
I am glad of his absence to night, lest there should happen some cumbustion in the house by his un [...]uly Nephew, in case hee should discover my deceipt in beguiling him with his own wench instead of me, I do even [Page] tremble to thinke upon the unnaturall Villaine, that would offer so to wrong his Unkle. I thought I had school'd him sufficiently, and beaten him off at his first attempt, and hee to assaile me againe with more forcible temptations urging me to a promise.
The young Gentleman is come in Madam, and as you foresaw very high flowne, but not so drunke as to forget your promise! Hee's going to bed in expectation of your approach.
And have you put his Damsell into her nightattire?
Most Lady-like I assure you Madam.
And let her be sure to steale from him before Day.
Yes, with all silence Madam, she has promised.
ACT IV. SCENE III.
NAy but looke you Mr. Bellamy, it is not I protest that I am jealous, I make this inquiry for my wife. I jealous? I an Asinego then, I am as confident of my wife, as that she is in this house, how ere you deny her to me.
Why Lady, you are not jealous now? If you were not, you would believe me she is not here.
Without equivocation, Mr. Bellamy, shee is not here—indeed, under your foot, but shee's here in the house, and under some body for ought any body knows, but my selfe, that doe confide in her as I say, and will [Page] know no such matter; And so my Lords will be done with her, I hope I shall see h [...]r well to morrow, and at her own house.
Can such language proceed out of any but a jealous mouth?
What an Assinego's this! I say againe, I doe confide in her, nor will I be dasht, or basht at what any man sayes of, or against her; And therefore me thinks tis very strange that you should deny her to me, that comes not to molest her.
There you are againe. But since no denyall will serve your turne, indeed shee is here in this house, and in bed by this time.
Away, away, you mock ifaith, you are a wag shee's no more here then I am, if sh [...]e were here can I thinke you would tell?
How came you to thinke, or dreame shee was in this house at all?
I neither thought it, or dreamt it. I but sir, a waterman brought me a Letter in hast from one Mr. Anonimus, intimating that my Ally was with a private friend at this house, and to lie here all night (a very likely matter) what private friend has shee but my Lord, and that in a right honorable way, I confide in 'em both for that; but at this house is such a thing my Lord having divers Lodgings, and shee a house of her own at his dispose and command, that is such a thing to be thought or dreamt on!
Why came you to inquire then of such a thing?
Why sir, this Anonimus writ that I should come hastily hither, and aske to speake with you Mr. Bellamy, and I should know further; hither I came, here I finde you▪ you deny shee is here, and what doe I inquire any further?
You heare mee say agen shee is here.
Goe you are a wag agen, shee here? is my Lord here? or any private friend? alas, alas you are too young Mr. Bellamy, and may as well perswade mee I am jealous.
Well sir, to put you out of all jealousie and doubt (if you be in any) I was the Anonimus that sent you the Letter to draw you hither and declare my selfe your friend, which shall instantly be manifest to you, if now you have a minde to lie with your own wife before any other man.
Then shee is here indeed belike.
Pray come with me into the next Chamber.
This is some waggery plotted by my wife, I smell it.
But you must be sure to say when shee discovers you, that you came of your owne accord, unsent for, as inspir'd or possest by some Dreame or Vision, to finde her here.
Well, if this be not my wifes waggery in a maine proof of her chastity, I am not here. I will doe so sir.
So then, obscure your selfe a while, while I approach her.
Who's there?
'Tis I, your servant Lady.
Sweet Bellamy why come you not to Bed?
Good.
Dos the love that was so hot, and the desire that was so fervent, begin to coole in you?
Good agen, as if hee an Assinego had ever made love to her fine waggery!
Has my meere consent to satisfie you, cloy'd you?
Consent to my Lords man, a likely matter!
Or did you court me to a promise onely to try my fidelity to your Lord, and then betray me?
Deare Lady thinke not so, but that I am struck into stone with wonder, and amazement at the most unexpected accident that ever crost a Lover.
Dainty waggery this, what little mad Rogues are these to plot this to make me jealous?
Pray, are you serious? what is the accident?
I will not be so crost, but kill him rather. To injoy such a Mistris, who would not kill a horn'd beast? yet blood is such a horror—
Very pretty.
Will you not tell mee?
Speak lower gentle Lady.
Why prithee, who can heare us?
I know not by what Magick your jealous husband has made discovery of our being here, he wrought sure with the Devill!
I am undone then. He will tell my Lord.
I shall undoe my selfe then Friend. No, Sapientia mea mihi. Be not dasht nor basht for that good Friend, if there were any such matter: but this is waggery, fine waggery plotted betwixt you▪ to tempt my jealousie, but never the sooner for a hasty word I warrant you. Mr. Bellamy that my Wife is here I thank you; But how I came to know it you shall never know from me; you sent not for mee, I am sure you were not the Anonimus. Indeed it should have been Anonima Friend-wife: for it was thy act I dare sweare; However you doe not heare mee say I was sent, or writ for at all, more then by a Dreame or Vision: But here I am and meane to remaine to night; I hope the house can afford you another Bed in't Mr. Bellamy, and you to leave mee to my owne Friend-wife, I like the lodging most curiously sweete Friend, and I prethee, lets try heartily what luck [Page] we may have in a strange place, I would so faine have a little one like thee.
I'le leave you to your wishes, a good night to you.
Pray sir a word first, husband be farther.
Faces about Tom Saleware, and march forwards.
You told mee sir, of a hundred pound that your sweete Lady Thrivewell sent me.
'Tis true I have it for you.
But shee has since countermanded you to keepe it, has shee, and to mock my expectation of that, and you▪ why have you foold me thus?
I rather should suspect your craft in this prevention: but love forbids me, and I must conclude, 'tis witchcraft in your husband.
Come let's kisse friends, and (sweet) to morrow night I will prevent his Witchcraft, in the full enjoyment of our free pleasures: be you true to me.
May all that's Man in me forsake me else.
Another kisse and then good night.
Are you [...]still whispering? no matter, let 'em whiswer.
Good night.
Now may the spirits of all injur'd women, be added to mine owne, for my revenge, which I this night will dreame of slighted and mock'd, hee and his like shall know,
O hee's gone—Ally, Friend I would say, And now I prithee tell mee how, or why thou cam'st hither.
Will you pardon me?
Yes faith, I were no friend else.
'Twas but to try if I could make thee jealous.
In waggery! did not I say so! when doe my prophecies faile?
But what brought you hither thinke you?
A Letter from one Anonimus, but i'le eate Spiders, and breake if you sent it not.
Give me the Letter.
Where is it? facks I ha' lost it.
'Twas I indeed that sent it.
Did not I say so too? and that it should ha' been Anonima, Sapientia mea mihi, when doe my prophecies faile? i'le to bed instantly while the prophetick spirit is in mee, and get a small Prophet or a Southsayer.
No, i'le have no bed-fellow to night.
Nere the lesse for a hasty word, I hope Friend.
I am at a word for that.
I'le lie upon thy feet then.
Well, you may draw the Curtaines, and sleepe by me.
ACT IV. SCENE IV.
MAdam, Madam, sweet Madam, 'twill not be day these three houres, stay but three minuits longer, but a touch more, she's whipt into her Chamber. Could I but finde the Dore—I know my Unkle's from home—O shee returnes with light: that's well.
What aile you! Are you mad?
Would not any man be mad for losing such a Bed-fellow? sweet Madam, let us retire without any noise.
What an insatiate beast are you? would you undoe for ever both me and your selfe?
Not with one doe more I warrant you, come away Madam, Madam, somebody knocks mainly at the gate; and I believe it is my Master return'd before his time!
I cannot thinke 'tis he.
'Tis the Rogue my man I warrant drunke, and has forgot I turnd him away, but he shall spoyl no sport. Come away Madam.
Closet, goe your wayes downe, and hearke before you—
—I will Madam—
So now come Madam, I commend you in the charge you have given your watch-woman.
What charge doe you guesse?
Why to tell my Unkle (if he be come) that hee must not come neare you, that you have had no rest to Night till just now you are fallen asleepe, and so forth.
Goe you are a wicked fellow; I am sorry for any the least favour I have done thee, and doe thou dare to attempt me once more, i'le ha' thee turnd headlong out of my dores.
I have got her with child to night, with a sparke of mine owne spirit, and longs already to doe me mischiefe. The boy will be like mee, therefore 'tis pity to knock't o'the head: But come Madam tother crash and good night, must I drag you to't?
Touch mee but with a finger, and I'le raise the House.
You dare not sure, and now take heed you vex me not, have you not been my whore?
You dare not say so, for spoyling your fortune.
Faith but I dare, and if you will not obey me in a course of further pleasure to night, fetch me a hundred peeces to take a course abroad withall, doe yee looke? I'le make you fetch me hundred after hundred Huswife, when I want it, or shall be pleas'd to call for't. All comes out else, the gates of your fame flies open Lady, I will proclaime our Act.
Dare you forfit your own Reputation so?
I shall gaine Reputation by't in the company I keepe abroad, and if the Cuckold my Unkle come to the knowledge of it at home, I shall possesse him that you lustfully tempted me to it.
Canst thou be so villanously impudent todestroy thine own fortune to ruine me?
You may conceale all then, and so will I, and mend my fortune by yours, I will live bravely upon your fortune, and the heire which I have got to Night shall inherit it, my Unkles estate. And therefore indeed I would have all conceald; for my childs good, or rather for mine owne: for it shall goe hard if I put him not into a course in his minority to consume the estate upon me before he come to age.
I am undone.
And O that ever I did it!
Thou Villaine, hast undone me.
Life to me is torment.
O the Devill, what a case am I in now!
Pray heare me sir?
Let me intreat you heare her.
O grosse dissimulation.
Mr. Saveall, you have done many faire offices for his Nephew, doe this for me, intreat him to a Conference a few minutes in my Chamber; if I cleare not my selfe in his and your opinion, and that by witnesses, let me be found the shame of all my Sex.
Sir, my councells have been prevalent with your judgement, let me perswade you.
But I will have that friend thrust out of dore first.
I would not that you should, nor give a looke, or word to him till you have heard me; Then exercise your Justice.
Sir be induc'd to it.
You have prevayl'd.
Goe to your Bed agen George, and sleepe, be not affraid of Bug-beares.
Hows this? Shee's come about agen, and has patch'd all up already. I hope shee'l worke mine Unkle to reward mee for my Night-worke, and bring him in time to hold my sti [...]rop while his George mounts her; Shee's a delicate well-going beast! I know but one to match her in a course, just the same pace and speede as if I had onely had the breaking, and managing of her my selfe, but the marke goes out of Phebes mouth now; and i'le play my Aunt against all the Town. But how shee thought to fright mee with villaine and impudent. And now goe to bed George, ha, ha, ha, I find her drift. No wit like womens at a sodaine shift.
ACT V.
SCENE I.
BEllamy thou art welcome, and for thy Nephew I must ever thanke thee, he is my best companion.
O my good Lord without boast be it spoken, I have ever beene right and straight to your honour, and never did you an ill office in Man, Woman, or Child, what I have said of 'em they have proved at first, or I have wrought 'em to at last. But what doe I speake on't, I [Page] have ever beene for your Lordship, all things I have sworne for you, I have fought for you, I have brok'd for you; I have pimpt for you, but what doe I speake on't?
You need not Bellamy: for I know all.
Oh the Gentlemens Wives, and Farmers Daughters that I have presented to you in your Summer Progresses, and winter Journeys about the Countries. But what doe I speake on't—
Because thou lov'st to champ upon the bit to please thy old coltish tooth still, thou lov'st the memory of the former sweets which now thou canst not relish.
And here i' the City, I have pledg'd more of your severall Mistresses, then in my conscience there be honest Women in't. But what doe I speake on't?
I never had so many man.
Or if you had, what doe I speake on't? and in my conscience agen, I have drunke more to your Lordships health in my dayes, then any Wine-cellar in the City at this day, containes of Spanish French, and Rhenish; but what doe I speake of that either?
True Bellamy, fall then upon [...]ome other subject.
Yes, my good Lord, and I pray your Lordship tell mee, dos not my Nephew drinke and wench pretty handsomely? I would faine have him take after me, and not his drunken father.
How well hee shifts his subject, wicked old fellow!
Dos he not begin to fall to yet?
Not he.
Not a bit nor a soope? dos hee doe nothing by example? or has your Lordship left it? or dos he carry it like a Gentleman?
Discreetly and Virgin-like.
Pretty commendation for a young Courtier.
I would for my deserved love to him have put him upon a faire young Widow of a great fortune, but could not make him looke upon her like a suitor.
Just such a bashfull puppy was my brother, his Father; I wonder how my Mother came by him; My Father was right, and she was right, and I have beene right, but what doe I speake on't?
True Bellamy, speake of somewhat else.
The Boy will nere grow up to me, I thought to have left him somewhat, I must discard him.
If you do, he is in me provided for.
What can your Lordship love him for?
Come i'le tell thee, and be comforted. Hee has something of thee in him. Hee will pimpe most conveniently.
That's something indeed.
And for his modesty which is a rare benefit of nature in him, I dare trust him with a Mistrisse, as I would an Eunuch.
Benefit! A defect I feare, yet I may hope in time some Mistris of your Lordships may tempt, and bring him forwards.
No I am confident—Now your news.
Good Bellamy walke in the Gallery a while.
Some Mistris is comming to him, but what doe I speake on't?
Stay you at distance yet a while Friend, till I call you.
Faces about Tom Saleware.
How now! How is it with my love? Ha! How comes a trouble on this Face, where my delights are ever wont to Revell?
O my Lord—
Say who has injur'd thee? Has thy husband taken up the uncivill boldnesse to abuse thee? or be it any other man, it shall be death, or an undoing to him.
My Lord, I am wrong'd, but would be loth to ingage your noble person in my quarrell, some servant of yours may do it.
Of what condition is thy wrong? tell mee; and who of my Servants thou wouldst have to right thee?
I would have Bellamy, how thinke you? is hee faithfull to you?
How canst thou question it? Has hee not ever been so?
Your Lordship has well trusted him I know.
I doe not know the man, I trust, or love so well.
But would your Lordship part with any Jewell, or choyce thing you love, and have intended onely for your own particular use, to him, or let him be your own partner in it?
Troth I thinke I should; onely thy selfe excepted, but what's thy wrong I prithee, or wherein should Bellamy right thee?
Bellamy has wrong'd mee to thinke me so unworthy as to be tempted to his lust; Bellamy has wrong'd your honour in that ambitious attempt.
Thou amazest me.
And Bellamy must right me, and your honour; or you must cast off him or me.
Give mee at least some circumstance to make this probable.
Must not▪ I be believ'd? you shall have instance then to make it truth, Friend Thomas.
Pray verifie unto my Lord the discovery you made last night of me, and Mr. Bellamy.
'Twas thus my Lord an't like your Lordship, my wife was forth at evening ant like your Lordship, as shee may have often beene ant like your Lordship, and may be as oft agen ant like your Lordship.
Well pray thee on.
Forth shee was ant like your Lordship, I staid supper, and almost bed time for her ant like your Lordship; And had even given her over for all night ant like your Lordship, as I may of any night ant like your Lordship.
O [...] I pray thee.
Yes ant like your Lordship upon some private notice given to me an't like your Lordship, that she was at a private lodging ant like your Lordship, with a private friend ant like your Lordship, over I went, and found her abed ant like your Lordship, and Mr. Bellamy even ready to go to bed to her ant like your Lordship.
Is this true?
As true as your Lordship lives ant like your Lordship.
How could you be betrayd so?
The Villaine fetch'd mee forth, and lodg'd mee there as by your appointment, and for your own pleasure; but when 'twas late, and that your Lordship came not, thinking hee had an advantageous opportunity, hee soone discovers his love to me, and his treachery to your Lordship; I being in a strait onelyAside. (finding happy meanes to send for my husband [Page] to prevent him) made him a false promise being secure in my husband; and what had follow'd your Lordship understands.
I'le nere trust man can blush and weepe agen.
Insooth ant like your Lordship I thought all had been but waggery ant like your Lordship, to tempt mee unto jealousy, and my wife knowing well enough that I was by, bade Sweet Bellamy come to Bed, O Wag!
What messenger brought you the notice Mr. Saleware?
A waterman my Lord, and like your Lordship, here's the letter, and like your Lordship.
You told me you had lost it, when I ask'd [...]ort to burne it.
I thought I had Friend, but I found it now, and given it my Lord before I was aware Friend.
Hell take that Letter.
Now abotts on't for mee, if thou beest angry Friend.
You had better ha swallow'd it full of Ratsbane.
Nere the sooner for a hasty word I hope Friend.
Mr. Saleware, if you will avoyd a new addition of hornes, come with this bearer over into Montagues close, where you shall finde your Wife with a private Friend, at a private lodging; Hast thither, and aske for one Bellamy.
What Ridles this? This is Bellamies owne hand, I know it, why should hee send to prevent himselfe? or how could shee write his Character? This Woman is not right.
Doe you note my art my Lord, to write as in a Mans Name, when I wrought it my self?
And did not I tell you Friend, it should ha' been Anonima? Sapientia mea mihi.
Within there call Bellamy.
Hee's not within my Lord, and has not beene to night.
His absence is another circumstance to a probability my Lord.
But hee was seene this morning to goe in at Sir Anthony Thrivewels.
Goe let my Coach be ready presently.
He should receive 500 l. there for me, I trust he will not [...]urnish himselfe with it for a flight.
My Lord I gave you an inkling of a familiarity betwixt him and the Lady Thrivewell, he has since declar'd their act of lust to me, and urg'd it for an instance to my yeilding.
Can you affirme this?
Yes, to his face and hers.
O Mr. Saveall! welcome.
My Lord your servant Bellamy is receaving your money at Sir Anthony Thrivewells.
I thanke you.
But my Lord, there is fallen an unhappy accident betweene Sir Anthony, his Lady and his Nephew, in which your servant Bellamy also is concern'd; And your Lordship is much, and most humbly besought by the Lady to heare, and examine the difference.
I was preparing thither. Oh Mr. Bellamy, you have not eavesdropt, have you?
Will you pardon me my Lord?
Yes if thou hast.
I have my Lord, and am overjoyd to heare so well of my Nephew.
You may heare more anon, come all along with me.
I may heare more anon, your Lordship tho' knowes not of what so well as I doe know.
ACT V. SCENE II.
I Need not cast thee off, or bid thee goe Now, and for ever from me, thine own shame Will force thee hence.
You are deceiv'd in that.
Shee was mine own before your wife became our coupler, in English plaine our Bawd.
Use no uncivill Language while you are well.
For which you have your witnesses, this false Traytor, that brought you on.
By my direction George.
No Traytor neither fince you left to be my Master, wounded and turnd me off.
And this darke Lanthorne here, this old deceptio visus, That juggled the wrong party into my Bed.
Ha, ha, ha.
Doe you grin Grim Malkin? But sweete Madam, if your fine Springall Bellamy had lien there in my stead she would ha [...] brought the right party; your Ladiships Lilly white selfe.
How's that?
No more o' that good George.
Nay, it shall out, since you have wrought my ruine, I will be the destruction of you all; And therefore now heare mee O Knight, and first resolve to make me rich in my reward, for wonders i'le unfold.
Canst thou expect reward from mee for any thing that can by thee be utterd?
Reward? why not? why should not you reward my good Offices as well as punish my ill? I must and will rely upon you for all the good that can befall mee; or if I must expect no further from you, i'le give't you gratis, And if you be any thing but a Wittall heare mee.
What doe you meane?
To set you out livelyer, then all your paintings: or dee heare, will you give mee a hundred pound a quarter for my silence?
Not a penny; if you seeke my undoing, heaven forgive you.
What (Villaine) canst thou speake to her prejudice?
That which (if you are no Wittall) you'l be leath to hear, but you shall have it.
Darst thou talke so?
And since you hold my attempt at her, so haynous, you may be pleas'd to know I was incited to't by example of him I nam'd, that smooth Fac'd Bellamy.
Darst thou accuse her with him?
You may aske her bolster there, her Madam Nurse old Mother Cock broth.
O me.
I, O you aske her sir, what shee did with him, or he with her, in their two houres privacy in her chamber, [Page] when hee came to take up five hundred pound for his Lord, There was a sweet taking up, sir shee confessed all to me, and on purpose, I dare be sworn to embolden mee in my attempt to her Ladyship.
I confesse?
What did shee confesse?
That hee made use of your Bed with your wife, what language shall I utter't in? you were best fee it done before you believe it.
O me most miserable if this be true!
Well, there's for them two.
Goe Closet till I call you.
Now for that Rogue (because I must expect no further good of you, but this which is mine owne you say) i'le lay him open to you, you remember how once I ingratiated my selfe to you by rescuing you from a Robbery and Murder (as you suppos'd) for which you took me into favour—
Yes, and have wish'd a thousand times since, that I had lost the thousand pound I had about me then, and tane some wounds for't in exchange rather then by that rescue to have taken thy Viperous selfe into my bosome.
This Rogue plotted that businesse, 'twas a mere trick of his invention. The supposed Theeves were his companions, and wrought by him only to scare you and run away when wee came to your succour, onely to indeare mee to you. There was no hurt meant, but the slap I gave him over the Pate to colour the businesse, with little blood, I wish now I had cleft his braines.
Your wish tho' against your will is a good reward to him, for I love him the better for his wit in that plot, and care of his then Master.
Doe you so sir? Then 'twas mine own invention, let him deny't if he can.
Indeed the plot was his sir, I onely found the Actors.
I cannot condemne the conceipt however; and am something taken with the wit on't, would all the rest were no worse.
And now I have utterd my whole mind sir, and you declard I must expect no further good of you, come away Phib, I have injur'd thee long, i'le make the [...] now amends for all; i'le marry thee, and sell Tobacco with thee.
Let him not go sir, I beseech you in this desperate way, nor till I answer to his accusation.
Sir you shall stay, and make your selfe good before authority, or cleare my wife.
You'l have your house then known to have beene a bawdy-house?
The Courts of Princes and Religious Houses May so have been abus'd.
Under such Governesses.
You'l anon be silent, what's the matter? wee are busy.
Mistris Crostill, Madam is come in great hast to visit you, and a Kinseman of your Ladiships with her.
At such a time? excuse your selfe.
They are here sir, enterd against all resistance.
I have a private sute to you Madam.
Pray Mr. Thrivewell entertaine the Lady.
Another sprunt youth.
He is a villaine, seekes my utter ruine,
Pray say not so, for feare you force mee love him.
You are undone for ever if you doe.
I tell you, shee's a Whore with Child by him, layes claime to him, and I think hee'l marry her.
Still you speake better of him, and my love must not see him so lost, sir let me speake with you.
Me Lady? I am busy; I am busy.
I blush for you, what would you say now, were it not too late?
Nay onely to your eare.
Stand off a while Phib.
How doe you meane?
Had I thought so, I had spoke well of him [Page] Against my conscience.
I understand you not.
Can you so slight me?
But say on composition shee acquit you.
O but conscience is conscience.
You are then undone.
I care not sir, for your ill will: no more shall hee.
Are you catch'd Widow? Future, for Unkles now?
Why answer you not me, in troth plight?
I'le give her a brace of hundred pounds.
The Woman will not take it.
The Woman shall take it, for now know sir, I love you not so ill as to undoe you. This Woman has beene mine as much as yours, shee has done as much with mee for Offices, and Service I have done for her, as shee has done with you for Love and Money, let her deny't.
I have lately suspected so.
And if her Friends will make her brace of hundreds a leash i'le marry, and honestifie her.
Honest Wat in good earnest [...] Gentlewoman with your hand give him your consent, and i'le supply you with the od hundred pound, for Wats love to his Master.
Will you?
Yes, and with your allowance; it shall be in lieu of the hundred I tooke in Commodity of her Kinswoman Mistris Saleware, which would never thrive with mee (as it may properly with them) as 'twas the price of lust you know it was, and how untowardly things have chanc'd amongst us since it was so; And now that [Page] I have declin'd it, you shall se [...] how sweetly all will be reconcil'd.
Doe as you please.
Goe get you to the Priest presently, and bring him hither for thy Master, Wat.
Madam you sent for mee, though I had former cause to require a conference with you.
My cause my Lord, is almost ended among our selves. Pray let your former therefore be determin'd first, your Lordship may be pleas'd to sit.
I desire first by good Sir Anthony's patience, Madam a word with you in absence of all the rest, except this Gentlewoman.
With all respect my Lord.
No you shall stay, and all the rest, speake openly my Lord, I doe beseech you.
My modesty forbids.
I'le speake it for you then; Good my Lord sit judge▪ This Woman comes to accuse me of incontinency with your servant Bellamy, is it not so?
I marry dos shee Madam to make her word good to my Lord that he would have lien with her too; And sayes that Bellamy affirm'd to her that he did, I mary did he with your Ladiship.
Ha, ha, ha, I have a Nephew here affirm'd as much.
I am sorry I said so much, 'twas but my suspition in the dayes of my wickednesse, I am honest now, and can thinke no such matter—O is the parson come—
I feare I shall be wretched.
You are wretched in your feare, note your Wifes confidence; Can Guilt looke with that Face?
I understand that Bellamy is in your house.
Forth comming my good Lord. Good Master Bellamy, fetch your Nephew, you'l finde him in my Chamber.
Where is my Sister Amie?
Aske you mee?
Then I forc'd her not.
To hazard of my life I will my Lord.
That shee is lost I am grieved; But for your stout demand i'le answer you at Weapons, time and place convenient.
I'le end your difference Cosen Fitzgerrard, here is your Sister Amie my Lord, here is your servant Bellamy, whom I preferr'd to you as my Nephew, to be a Go-betwixt you and Mistresses, which quality I now abhorre, as I could wish your Lordship would leave—Wenching for this inconstant Womans sake that would be prostitute unto your servant. 'Twas a flat bargaine, and but a flat one, but for the non-performance her husband may thanke their party of Sex, not his wifes want of desire.
Nere the sooner for a hasty word I hope.
What further end shee had to serve your Lordship she may relate her selfe.
Sweet let us speake aside.
What ayles my Friend? is not all this now but a plot to make me jealous?
I am discover'd and undone.
Nere the sooner for a hasty word I hope Friend. Come leave your waggery, is not all this but a plot now to make me jealous?
Your Plot good Mistris Saleware would not hold.
Nor shall it hold good Madam, I cannot be jealous, Sapientia mea mihi.
Yet the young Gentleman (such as you see he is) has lien with mee of old, before I was married; doe not looke so dismaydly, I will not detect you with my husband for a hundred pound—
Nor will I be jealous for a thousand Madam, your plot's too weake Facks, but where's my injur'd Kinswoman, Madam?
O Phebe Gin crack! shee is by this time righted, that is Married.
Sapientia mea mihi, agen then for that, that was my plot, and it held Madam.
Now doe you note the effect of all Sir Anthony?
I doe with my much joy.
Your Lordship councells well.
Hang feares and jealousies, I would there were no greater in the Kingdome, then in Tom Salewares Coxcombe; But by your favour friend, we will be friends no more, but loving man and wife henceforward.
That shall be as you please.
See new Married couples, please your Lordship [Page] to take notice?
Unkle and Madam, I am come to call you to my house to Dinner, and your Lordship if you please, and all the rest here, I want one, my Rivall Bellamy, where is he? wee'l be all friends to day; and at night sweete heart,—at night, at night, at night—
Wee'l get the Boy that shall become a Knight
You promise lustily.
And Phebe if thou beest not better provided already, if I get not thee with Squire, let me turne clown.
But where's this Bellamy, what new Ladies that?
This new Lady sir, is that Bellamy you inquire for.
The same Gentleman that you accus'd your Aunt with.
That I confesse had line with her.
Ha, is't so ifaith? and (now I thinke on't) introth I thought so; would I have tax'd'her thinke you, but with a Woman? pray Mr. Bellamy let me salute your lips, and good Unkle now wee are Neighbours, and both good House-keepers, let us not be strangers to one another.
Well sir, as I shall finde you by your wifes report I shall be still your Unkle.
I shall be his heire in spight o' the Devill, and all his workes and mine.
Come Madam, I finde here's Musick, let's leade the Brides a Dance to stirre their appetites to Dinner.
EPILOGUE.
THE NOVELLA, A COMEDIE.
Acted at the Black-Friers, by his MAJESTIES Servants, Anno 1632.
WRITTEN By RICHARD BROME.
LONDON.
Printed for RICHARD MARRIOT, and THO. DRING, and are to be sold at their Shops in Fleet-street, 1653.
- Two Senators.
- PAntaloni
- Guadagni
- Fabritio, Sonne to Pantaloni.
- Piso, His Friend.
- Francisco, Lover of Flavia.
- Horatio, His Friend— Servants to Guadagni.
- Nanulo,
- Astutta,
- Nicolo, Servant to Pantaloni.
- Victoria—The Novella.
- Jacconetta, Servant to Victoria.
- Flavia, Daughter to Guadagni.
- Paulo,—By-named Burgio.
- Swatzenburgh. Two Lawyers.
- Cheqinno,
- Prospero,
- Pedler, Woman.
- Zaffi, an Officer.
The Sceane Venice.
PROLOGUE.
THE NOVELLA.
ACT I.
SCENE I.
Deare Piso peace.
That would be thought on.
Stay; who comes here?
Pray forbeare.
Looke there Fabritio, Venus can it be?
Come y'are deceav'd.
I pray thee peace.
They say shee's yet a Virgine.
Fie! 'twas not he.
Not hee! peace and stand close.
Is shee so rare a Creature, this Novella?
You have not seene her often?
And all this Beauty, and this seeming vertue Offer'd to sale?
I thought 'twas such a peece.
Why Francisco? Why?
Francisco! is it hee?
Would he had her Piso.
O here they pitch, stand close, wee'l heare their Musick.
Tis he, and I will speake to him.
Good forbeare.
Francisco must not so forget his Flavia.
What are you?
VVhat doe you meane?
Here stands the man denies it, speake Fabritio.
I must embrace you sir.
I understand you, Take mine honor of it.
ACT I. SCENE II.
Your servants are all here and ready sir.
Up and ready too sir.
Sirrah haste you to Pantalonies house.
The rich Magnifico?
It shall be done sir, please you give me passage.
See shee's here sir.
Alas my Francisco—
No I could weepe for that.
Deare Father—Father—
Sir, I beseech you heare me—
Sir,—deare sir—
My selfe will be your Keeper, Cook, and Carver.
Indeed you will be sorry.
Sorry! for what?
For the mistake you run away withall.
Didst thou not say thou wept'st, because to morrow was come so nigh?
Ha! I beginne to be now sorry indeed.
Speake yet, and I will heare attentively.
What's this you say?
Nay deare sir flie not off.
Well, on then, on.
Sweet Modesty.
Happy successe attend you sir, whilst I Rest here in prayers for you.
With due respect.
Come lock the doore I say.
Now or never helpe me!
Yes, at sixteene; you would die at sixteene?
Else let thy pitty of my youth preserve me.
Nay deare Astutta hast thou thought a course?
Thou tortur'st me.
Madona Flavia▪ newes.
What I beseech you?
From your elected Bridegroome, brave Fabritio.
How dos hee Nanulo?
That was well said.
VVill you marre all? the reason?
Most readily.
Yes, and wish there a second Maydenhead,
[Page]On the condition.
Now thou comforts me.
ACT II.
SCENE I.
IS this Checquino's house, your Advocate?
For your revenge sir.
Right my Nicolo.
I must acknowledge it.
Yet must I heare it—?
May I not aske what end your project aimes at?
Nor what, nor unto whose—
Then you would use me in some treachery Against my old one.
Thou art a Soothsayer.
Tis well done Nicolo: try the bottome of't—thrice
Cou'dst thinke me such a Villaine?
Is not Fabritio mist at home this morning?
In good time sir.
In good time may you I'le do something for you▪
Honest, deserving Nic.
I know her, and will fit you with directions.
Thou hast given a hint, for which I will renown thee.
Prithee inquire not further, 'twas not he▪
The doubtfull light deceav'd you sir.
I could unshale a plot.
Nere doubt but doe't then,
My noble Nicolo out with't I say.
Take your free choyce.
On.
How Nicolo? but first what was th' affront?
But seekes Revenge How, how, good Nicolo?
I know it Nicolo. But what can follow?
But what disguise shall shrowd the Hangman thither, whose own shape is as horrid as the Plague?
Sir, if I faile—
Sir—
I leave all to you sir. And crave my dismission.
What! Has he done?
We have beene plotting too.
So to your severall wayes.
I am for the Novella.
ACT II. SCENE II.
VVhat say you Borgio?
Why not it my person?
Still Borgio in your old morality!
Peace Borgio, peace.
I would give o're, would you; and change my Function.
Ha, ha, ha,—
O are you there Devill?
Your reason sir?
I thinke I coold his grave concupiscence.
You need not doubt me.
But one at once good Borgio.
Pray thee hold. No more.
Praythee speake nearer home, who hast thou hous'd?
I saw his punctuality passe by.
O like fierce Beasts, from sent of one another.
ACT III.
SCENE I.
And I my selfe too blame—
Let us retire then.
Is this earnest?
Yes in sooth is it.
Nor a child neither sir, that's lesse.
You are better read then I sir.
Why should it trouble you sir?
I am enough instructed.
O [...]ce more farewell—pray ponder on these things.
Feare not I shall.
Indeed and so I doe.
Indeed farwell then.
Good sit beware idolatry.
Indeed i'le heare no more.
No Courtier Lady?
Sir, your further pleasure
Yes, where I finde the worth exceed the price.
(I am betray'd. Hee brings the Money sure)
What's this si [...], to a thousand double Duccatts?
To notes my voyce can master?
Hee Reades the Song.
Now try your voyce, Maide.
To come the closer to you, the Novella.
I am but weakly practis'd yet in that.
Some other then.
How like you it Lady?
You doe not flout me Lady?
Did ever woman talke so?
I dreampt as much. Shee has a devillish wit.
Be hand'd.
Is it perform'd sir? have you done the feat?
Pox o' your Fates.
Very good!
No more.
Ha' you done?
Have you not in that a double meaning sir?
I vow, for ought I know shee is a virgin.
Thinke of me then.
My profit pricks me to it.
Respect it then, Adieu.
Your blood and honour, will not feed or cloath mee.
Not upon my submission sir?
It must be great and sodaine if it move me.
Hee lookes that I should kneele and beg a Kisse.
You will not ravish me! within there! help!
Villaine die.
Well si [...] I am silent.
Abus'd and Jeer'd!
Take from my hand a peece of foure Gazetts.
To keep the fl [...]sh flies off, you know my aime sir.
You favours make me bold.
See all in readinesse Jacconet.
ACT IV.
SCENE I.
What wouldst thou do?
What wonders thou wouldst doe!
MY deare Francisco, If you intend not my death, helpe me to breake Prison this Night: Else tho' my Execution be appointed to morrow morning by a forc'd Marriage, I will prevent it by a speedier way, and by my own hand die,
Here, write your Name.
But thou hast set him down no meanes▪
That's in the Postscript, marke,
The last minute that I will expect you shall be three in the morning, when from the back Window I will either fall into your Armes, or on my Death.
I thank thee good Astutta. O that the messenger Would be as true to mee!
I pray thee peace.
Why I doe not thinke there's any of 'hem within hearing.
Thou dalliest with my feares.
Not before you good sit.
Are you so coy of your toyes?
I must give way. Shee has a devilish tongue. Exit
I hope you will not offer it.
Even cry out right perhaps.
I hate their price and them, the Sender more.
Pray peace.
I cannot: let mee goe.
He is not noble.
Pray Mistris see 'hem! Open your Box I pray.
I doe accept them.
I must reject any from him but these.
It is exceeding like him! what's the plot troe?
Recall your selfe, sweet Lady▪ tender heart!
'Twas his great care to worke mee to this Message,
Seale it Astutta.
Nay I dare trust you (Read it if you please)▪
O my Francisco!
Slight what meane you si [...]?
By all the blisse that a true Lover wishes—
Will you hold your peace?
By all the oathes and practises of Lovers—
Will you undoe all now?
Will you lose all you came for with your clamor?
Francisco—
Shee comes already.
Speake my Flavia.
Out, out alas my Master in all hast—
What shall we doe?
None else to speake with mee?
You shall not need to urge it.
Say I am comming.
What have you done with him?
I am undone then.
Where are you Flavia?
O me he comes!
Why speake you not?
Flavia.
You were best betray all with your sillinesse.
Why Flavia I say?
O Father, Father—
What's the matter? ha!
Tis like I let it fall.
Doe, or break it open.
Peace giddy headed harlot, watch that none Take it away, while I runne to recover't, Nanulo, Nanulo.
What shall we say?
Do as you are bidden, and say nothing.
Nanulo! The Key to let me forth.
St. Marke and fortune make it a good prize.
Hands off Sir, that's not yours.
Nor yours I am sure.
Halfe part then brother Zaffi.
The Key I saw.
Sir you are none oth' Zaffi.
Villaine slave! come open the dore.
How came you by this habit?
I feare you can be quicker in my absence.
The fault was in your hast sir.
Took you not up a Cabinet, friends?
Zaff N [...]t we sir, we saw none.
O you watch well above there.
This fellow has it under his coat sir.
But who shall know't for yours sir?
Fortune has sent my master to relieve me.
Carry this in; and send away the woman
Now do you know me I have done the feat.
Hast treated with the Hangman Nicolo?
Astutta! Madona Flavia! Astutta!
What's the matter there?
The best jest, ha, ha, ha.
You'l open the dore?
What's that?
Why stay you there sirrah?
The dore is fast sir, and they will not heare mee.
Were you not here before, and in the house?
I fear a new, and further secret mischief.
How gotst thou thither?
Ravish'd or murderd is shee?
How, how, how!
O me accursed wretch.
O sir, your Sonne!
Where is he? speake.
We both are wrought upon by hellish Magick.
Devills are in this plot.
Thinke you of Devills?
Sir, use your jerks and quillets at the bar.
Cast there your petulant wit on misery.
Good sir, your best advise.
Take her to custody.
Mistris come with me.
VVhither? for what?
You shall know that hereafter.
VVhat can I discover?
Away with her.
VVhat can I discover?
ACT IV. SCENE II.
FOund you the Fort, then, so impregnable?
Against all force of armes, or braines.
I'm sure she jeerd me out of my Monsieurship.
Did she, and all thy fine french qualities?
Shee lives at a good rate how ere maintaind.
Thou art no worshipper of faire women Piso.
Now Nicolo?
S [...]w you my young Master Gentlemen?
How like you this for a beard?
Why what news Nicolo?
Your Father is in busy quest of you.
Then he dos misse me?
Has he got her off?
Hymen be their speed.
But how I pray thee scap'd they?
A Bravo speake with me?
Come leave your fooling.
By mine Eares tis true.
Goe call him in, I feare no Knavery.
Your lodging protects me.
My disguise me.
This is the Gentleman.
Tis the proud Bra [...]es whiske!
What! Is shee come about? Has shee sent for mee?
So would any man: Hee has hit his shape so right.
I have found the error, and will make good use [...]'t.
Your businesse then is to that strangers sir—
Only your selfe, and briefly from Francisco.
Francisco! where?
But are they Married?
But where is that Fabritio?
I am gone sir—
You have heard all Fabritio; what d [...] thinke on't?
We wish you safe aboard sir.
O, it is ready; and I know my quue.
ACT V.
SCENE I.
No, but hee's sent for; and comes instantly.
This is the Lady I am bound to serve.
And I to honour.
Setting aside your suit sir.
I cannot promise that.
You still stand in your good conceit of me.
Yes, and I would so stand to' [...], ha—
You are a merry Gentleman.
Wee'l talke of that hereafter.
What acted you, Tit, in this Comedy?
And what thinke you of this?
Wee'l all observe you Lady.
Yes Mistris, a brave fellow.
Didst thou see' [...]?
Why stop you Borgio?
Hee's doing no such thing.
No, no, I have it now.
Are you so ready? then I fly.
What ayles the fellow troe!
Here we may see, and heare all undiscover'd.
Watch close, he comes.
Now vertue guard me.
VVhat's that?
Shee invokes vertue.
How's this?
Good!
I begin to suspect her honest.
Your answer Gentlewoman.
What may this meane?
Shee'l prove honest o' my life.
What meane you Lady?
Indeed I may not.
Well, well, on then.
Too honest to be a woman!
Why tooke you this deceiving habit then?
Fabritio's wench my life on't.
VVhat in this habit, as a Curtezan?
But should hee finde you here, what were his censure?
This sounds yet well.
Take you to wife?
I should not doubt.
Tis done, and I am he that does it.
This is the German that Fabritio apes.
And he should come now.
Tis timely chidden wench, we will obay thee.
Besides the Bridegroome, and the Bride expect you.
O ha they done we come, we come.
O say not so sweete Lady, i'le redeeme it.
Mistris the German—
Here he is man, he sayes.
I say he is without, and craves to see you.
How can this be? or who can I believe?
I'le take your councell.
I'le stand the hazard.
See his impatience pulls him in already.
Where is this Lady? Dos her beauty flie me?
Was oder wer bistu? Bistu ein Deutscher? Sag mihr in was ort Du gelebst hast?
Who's this?
Ich denke du bist ein heuchler; bistu aber ein Deutscher so anwort mihr in deutscher sprach.
Thinke what thine owne must be, thou son of slander.
What dos your shame remove you sir?
What can this Rascall meane?
Dos shee fright you sir?
I aske thee for thy Mistris, the Novella.
What appeares shee to you?
Blesse us! more madnesse yet!
I would not dare to try to be the Duke.
You may depart, pray hinder not the house.
I know not what to say to 'him.
This sounds most strangely! Have you beene at Rome sir?
'Twas there I saw and lov'd her.
Deale plainly sir, what are you? hee's stupified!
This is the house you say.
And this is the Gentlewoman.
Give me my Daughter, Harlot.
A stranger sir.
VVe shall know more of that anon too.
You shall know more anon too.
And this is my Abuser.
You also shall know more anon.
You are well met Gentle-woman—I gave you lost.
VVell said my chattring Magpy. I will side thee.
Audacious strumpet that seduces my Daughter.
You are Mistaken, shee did but wait upon her.
Right sir, and did but duty i'le be sworne.
Nor I, I will be sworne.
Not, in consenting to the stealth?
VVill you be gone?
Begone I say.
No whit the worse for wearing, as they say.
Goe thrust her out of dores.
At my owne liberty I hope.
How thou wilt to be rid of thee.
May you see your Childrens, Childrens, Childrens, Children.
And thou misledst my Sonne, I aske him of thee.
You shall know more of that anon sir.
Tis boldly spoken.
I cannot be so happy.
Let her see your face.
O my Fabritio—
Thou lookst like one indeed of upright Conscience!
Fetch that Priest.
Our Eares and Eyes, Fabritio, witnesse for her.
'Tis done my Piso.
And I made happy past my height of hopes.
Good, you shall see how I shall coole those Kisses.
May I say boldly you are man and wife?
You say that is a Dutchman sir, that wrong'd you.
Right, worthy Signior, that's the man I Challenge.
You say you are the man confronted Don here.
Good! vertuous Lady! Let mee joyne your Friendships.
You have done it sir.
That is the man I challenge.
Now you are in the right.
Hee could not weare those Cloathes and speake no Dutch else.
The best of any living.
And you him Lady?
Yes, he is my husband.
No verier Rogue then my selfe sir.
I doe pronounce them lawfull man and wife.
Pi. &c. Fabritio!
You have it freely Lady.
I am abus'd and couzend.
Forbeare mee, I am off againe.
You will know more anon.
I am content.
Not without much desert.
Shee meanes for your deare sake sir.
I see, sweete Heart, you have an honest Family.
Wee all conclude y'are noble.
EPILOGUE.
THE COURT BEGGER.
A COMEDIE.
Acted at the Cock-pit, by his MAJESTIES Servants, Anno 1632.
WRITTEN By RICHARD BROME.
LONDON.
Printed for RICHARD MARRIOT, and THO. DRING, and are to be sold at their Shops in Fleet-street, 1653.
Drammatis Personae.
- SIR Andrew Mendicant, an old Knight, turnd a projector.
- Mr. Courtwit, a Complementer.
- Mr. Swaynwit, a blunt Countrey Gentleman.
- Mr. Citwit, a Citizens Son that supposes himselfe a wi [...].
- Mr. Daynty, a supposed Pictured rawer, but a Pick-pocket.
- Sir Raphael, an old Knight that talkes much and would be thought wise.
- Sir Ferdinand, a Knight distracted for love of the Lady Strangelove.
- Frederick, in love with Charissa.
- Gabriel, servant to Mendicant.
- Doctor of Physick.
- Three poore Projectors.
- A Sowgelder.
- A Boy.
- Lady Strangelove, a humerous widow, that loved to be courted.
- Philomel her Chambermaide.
- Charissa, Mendicants Daughter.
PROLOGUE.
THE COURT BEGGER.
ACT I.
SCENE I.
YO' have given him then his answer?
Love knows I do.
You say he is deserving in all points.
My love emboldens me to tell you he is.
Love weighes not that.
Speake freely Girle.
On, on.
No, no, on still.
Shee speakes home and within me, to the purpose.
The Lady Strange love?
How! mad?
I obey you.
Why honor? why my Lord?
We stile you now.
As all must doe hereafter.
Or wealth joynd with desert attaine to honor.
So now the Game's afoot. They hunt in full cry.
My Lord 'tis most apparant.
How you torture me!
Wee'l mak't appeare most plainly on our lives.
And credits too.
Their Lives and credits, ha, ha, ha.
Our Wives and Children.
We can ingage no more.
You have pervs'd this weighty paper here.
It weighes not all twelve graines.
Next for performance of our undertakings.
Without all grievance unto the subject.
That's no little marvaile.
There's a capitall project.
You have in that said very well Sir too.
By the pox or so.
No more of that.
And what may this pride money amount unto Per annum, can you guesse?
I will not meddle in it.
No my good Lord.
No, nor your Perrukes neither.
What say to this my Lord of the Balconyes?
Nor that.
This then for sucking out of cornes.
Away with it.
Away.
Fy away.
Were not they gotten by Projectors think you?
My Lord your servant jeeres us.
Heaven has heard my prayers.
What out of favour?
No, out of his Reason.
The noble Cavalier sir Ferdinando.
Even he.
They shall not, never feare it.
Not a penny.
Or but a piece a Man.
Not a denier.
A dinner then my Lord, but of one piece.
My answers cannot please you. Answer 'em you.
I hope to live to see him beg of us.
To follow you in all things but in Projects.
You shall rule me cosen.
This was my feare.
Away: some body comes.
Tis Fredrick. I must see him.
Poore heart I pitty her, and will labour for her.
You may not see her.
May not see her sir?
May not! nay must not: shall not see her.
Y'are very plaine with me.
A villaine speakes it.
I have a sword speakes other language for me.
What wouldst thou say?
Is shee not here i'th' house?
Sir, dare you trust me?
ACT II.
SCENE I.
Or lie down if you please.
If one should, your Lady has no Lord to call her honour to question, whose Knight-hood it belong'd unto.
You have a good countrey wit sir.
My name is Swayne-wit; and for all you twit me with the Countrey, I am a Gentleman tho'.
I honour you the more sir, for I am a Countrey Maide my selfe.
Thou art a Jackanapes of the basest tricks that ever I saw, for a halfe-penny. Shee's your choyce, is shee? Could not you let be tho'? I ha' bin acquainted with thee but two dayes, and forgi'me for swearing, I ha' found thee beating ripe a skore o' times at least. Take heede I begin not now, and hand sell your Ladies house, that is so much talkt on, and your Gentlewomans presence here with a fist about your eares.
Not for a thousand pound.
That's a great deale of money. I could find i'my heart to do't tho'.
Slife we are all undone then.
Why would you presse him then?
Thou hast a verjuice wit.
For my poore sake forbeare sir.
Let him stand further then, and looke o' to [...] side.
Well sir, this is no cause nor place to fight in, when—
What sayes he?
Nothing, you heare he whistles tother way.
Tother way, what backwards?
What new guest ha' you brought here Mr. Courtwit, for my Lady to laugh at?
One for that purpose Phil, you ha' spoke the man, But what company has my Patronesse, that shee is yet busy.
I that! If shee be long busy I will not stay, and shee were ten great Ladies, or one as big as twenty, for all shee is your Patronesse, must we wait out of our wits, because Chalivere ran mad for her?
Ha' you heard o' that sir?
My Cozen Court-wit's question was who's with her?
O sweet Mr. Court-wit, when will you bring the fine civill Gentleman, that maintaines himselfe so gallantly by picture drawing?
Here's a new businesse! Fare yee well, pray tell your Lady I came not from Pensans to grow here.
Nay sweet sir stay, there is sir with my Lady none but the grave and witty talking Knight. Some call him the metrapolitane wit of Court; he that loves Ladyes society so much, and yet has vow'd virginity.
As much as in man lies Phil; Hee is a perpetuall vowd batchellor indeed, and as constant to his vow as to his fashion in apparrell, which is ever the same, sir Raphael Winter-plum.
That old witherd piece. I know him.
Thou wilt beare up again.
He has lick'd up a living with his tongue; makes all great tables his own; and eats for his talke: He may be conversant with women: for (they say) he guelt himselfe [Page] beyond Sea for spight one did him; and now preaches chastity to Ladies, and love to their husbands. Hee's a Lay-gospeller among the married sort, and an especiall pedant to the youth o' Court.
Fy, thou speakst too much.
There's another humor I could beat thee for with all my heart, thou wilt speake outragiously of all men behinde their backs, and darst not answer Ba—to the face of a sheep, O I could pommell thee.
This is not yet a cause to fight for, when—
But will not that fine Gentleman Mr. Dainty come, Mr. Court-wit?
I expect him presently.
I'le see if their conference be ended, or breake it if I can, and hasten my Lady to you.
This wench has a dainty wit.
Shee may, living with the prime Lady-wit in towne.
But what Dainty is that shee talkes on so affectionately?
Troth a Gentleman that lives at a good rate; very civill in conversation, keepes good company; yet none of his acquaintance that I am acquainted with knowes his beginning, or his present meanes.
A Gentleman borne.
I know no more but by his port, and fashion, you saw him with me last night.
Forgi' me for swearing, Ist he?
He was at the Play with us too, doe you not remember that?
Yes, that I was at the Play, by sure token and a sad one.
I'le shew you somewhat of him. A Gentleman borne did you aske?
Now he beares up againe.
Hee cannot be a Gentleman by birth or place. A fine-handed, and a fine headed fellow he is; and pretends great skill and practice too in Picture-drawing, Watch-making, and such like finger-workes; which he sayes he uses as a Gentlemans exercise, not as a trade to live upon; when either he does live on't; or else hee has some more secret way, as perhaps pimping or pursing for ought I know.
There he is again! Art thou bound in conscience to wrong all men in their absence, till I beate thee into better manners?
Hold, hold, I prithee hold.
Yet still the cause is insufficient, when—
Here comes the Gentleman.
Is hee come? Noble Mr. Dainty—The welcomst in the World. I protest I suffer'd by your absence.
You do me too much honour Mr. Cit-wit.
Oh sir, your humble servant.
Ha, ha. Forgi' me for swearing, what a Spaniell's this?
Gentlemen you are well found, I was a little stayd by the way upon receipt of monies. Ha' you seene the Lady yet?
Shee's yet a little busy. We shall all instantly take the opportunity together.
But Gentlemen; you that have better knowledge of this Lady informe if you please, why are we summond hither?
Thou speakst as if thou hadst guilt upon thee; fear nothing man.
I that's the thing that I would understand too. And why me of any man? They say indeed shee is a humorous Lady, and loves to busy her selfe. But what are we to her? are there not greater men, and Lords enough [Page] for her to foole away the time with, but we must danc [...] attendance on her humors?
I protest Mr. Swayn-wit, I admire your ingenuity.
You will be medling still.
Tis to your question sir, which I will answer.
I there's another of your cockscombly tricks, to answer any question, that's ask'd another man, out with tho'.
This Lady sir, this humorous wity Lady is a witsponge, that suckes up wit from some, and holds as her own, untill shee squeeze it out on others. Shee will make use of ours, or any courser wits; and search 'em out to sift 'em. Shee will collect from market-folkes; and hold conferences with the poore Trades people that cry their wares about the streets, Shee will rake wit out of a dunghill Ragwoman.
So there he is againe! darest thou abuse a noble Lady, in her owne house too? I dare not now but beat thee.
Forbeare good cosen.
Still, still, the cause is naught, when—
Ods so the Ladies comming I think.
Gentlemen, my Lady cannot yet be rid of the tedious talking Knight. But shee will cast him presently. He is now following her into this roome, pray passe into the next; my Ladies Musick roome. There you shall find a collation of good Tobacco and Sack and one to attend you, you know the fashions of the House Mr. Courtwit.
Come away Gentlemen.
I could even love and looke upon that sweete Mr. Dainty a whole houre methinks.
Goe your wayes down Mayd, and if any aske for Sir Raphael here, say that I hope hee will ha' done anon.
You would be rid of me: but pardon me Madam, I must hold your glasse to you.
That's a poore Chamber-mayds office; and ill becomes your gravity Sir Raphael.
I'le open then the booke to you of your errors.
Now you speake scholler-like, and your selfe: But have we spent all this while in by, and idle talke, and have that volume to be open'd yet? Pray read mee for the first Lesson for this Mornings Exercise, and my Edification, the last Chapter of my book of errors as you call it.
You are a mocker of instruction, and good counsell.
Begins it so? whom is that spoken to?
I speak to onely you; to conjure (if I can) that spirit of scorne out of you; which you have taken in, and long affected for a humor, your singular own humor, till it is grown so familiar, so inherent in you, that you have wonne the title of the humorous Lady by't; and drawn a scorne upon your selfe.
Why then all's paid, and wellcome good Sir Raphael.
They hit me not. I am sure I do not feele 'em.
You come too neare mee sir, cause I would have it so?
Have I done so?
If they will follow it, I cannot helpe it.
O sir Raphael—
On good Sir Raphael.
What ist in your construction?
Who I Madam!
O, but forbidden things are womens longings! You have read, you have read (sir Raphael) you have read.
And travell'd too: yet never could discover Such an example.
Pray sit down by me.
Good thoughts possesse you Madam. I must hence.
I'le not be tedious to you. One word I pray sir?
Sanctity protect me.
Madam to the point.
What is our strength, and what is not our frailty?
Where is shee wandering now? Bee playner Madam.
I am no good interpreter of looks.
You must first speake it Madam.
Madam I'le pray for you.
I dare not heare you.
Leave me not so.
Who waits upon my Lady here?
But where's my favorite Court-wit, has he brought his countrey Kinsman and the rest?
I wish you mirth Madam. I come not as one o' you-fooles to make you any though—Offer to go away.
Be not so briefe with mee, let mee intreat you though.
Forgi'me for swearing doe you mock me tho'?
Mistake me not sweet sir—
Sweet with a mischiefe! How sweet am I? I come [Page] not as a suitor to your great Ladyship. I am a Gentleman of two hundred a yeare tho'.
Not as a suitor to me sir?
No you are too great for me. Nor to your Mopsey without, though shee be snout-faire, and has some wit shee's too little for me, I understand degree and quality, respect and difference; and am scholler enough to know my unde and my quare.
You ga' me his true character. You are a compleat Gentleman sir (if I mistake not) the Kinsman of my favorite here, who has given me an ample relation of your worth and vertue.
Yes, Patronesse, 'tis he, who though not throughly vers'd, or conversant i'th' Court or City garbe, he understands both Men and Manners.
Prattle for your selfe sir.
But to the businesse Gentlemen.
I that I would faine know if it be any.
You have heard I doubt not of a disastrous blot lately cast upon my [...]e, out of my owne freenesse.
Concerning the Mad-courtier Madam, when 'tis as likely, that his Taylor made him mad as you, for not hitting the fashion right in his last rich suit. But tis most like he fell from a reasonable man, by over-studying himselfe what Lord he should be at the next creation, whether of Gleek, or Cribbidge;
In and in, or Hazard.
Hearke how this shotten headed Cocks-combe prates! And how he, that can indure beating, dares speak any thing, or abuse all men! canst not give the Lady leave to speake tho'?
Since there is an aspersion layd upon my freenesse in giving entertainment unto persons of great and noble qua [...]ity, the world deeming it to be done by me meerly [Page] for ost [...]ntation, to cry my own humor up, by drawing them into Love-knots, and then to slight or scorne them. My resolution is from henceforth, to exclude those great resorts, and friendly and freely be merry within our selfes. I have foure thousand a yeare to spend; and will be huswife good enough to keepe in compasse. I will not entertaine a servant, friend or guest above your rank or fortunes—
Why—(forgi'me for swearing) what do you think of us?
I thinke you Gentlemen of worth and quality: and therefore welcome, I thinke you able to maintaine your selfes midle-sis'd Gent.
I am Midlesex indeed; borne i'th' City.
Give the Lady leave to speake tho'.
Yes, faith a little money to; and make's your Fidlers.
Pray give the Lady leave to speak though.
Of action Madam? who do you meane? the Players?
Why not? I love their quality and them, and mean to have the use of some of 'em shortly: Besides Musitians (Poets in the first place) and Painters: In which last mention'd art I heare you are excellent, though all this while so silent.
I boast no skill or practise Madam: but I have drawne some pieces that have been worth my paines in my Rewards.
I must commend their ingenuity for whom you tooke those paines. But (where I left) I must make use of wits, of arts, and actions.
Here in your house Madam, I would be glad to see the Actors, but I saw 'em at their own too lately: for I lost my purse there, no matter let it go. There was 15. pound in't tho!
Sprecious! How now! my Fob has been [...]ubd to day of six pieces, and a dozen shillings at least. Nothing but a bowd groat left as I hope for my Grannums blessing.
Sure you have been in some ill company.
Pox of ill company I say. My watch is gone out of my Pocket too o'th right side.
You rose o'the wrong side to day it seemes, were you in no crowd or quarrell?
I never was in a [...] quarrell i'my life. I alwayes run from 'em.
I dare sweare thou dost.
I onely stood to day at the Coranto-shop to read the last great news; and I was hoop'd in I remember by some that seem'd to wonder as much as I.
Then certainly there was a cut-purse amongst 'em.
I'le go to honest Moll about it presently.
But first stay and heare my Lady tho'.
I Madam you were speaking of the use you would make of Poet, Painter, Musick, Actor and the like.
True favorite for a Masque that I intend to have shortly, you shall performe the poeticall part, your [Page] servant Citwit the Musicall. And by your skill and directions the Painters office for the scenes. Dancers and speakers I have in store.
I must be something too tho', must I not Madam?
Sir Andrew Mendicant desires to see you Madam.
You should have told him I would not be seene by him.
I told him you were busy. But hee sayes hee is to speake with you upon a weighty businesse from the Court.
What's that sir An [...]w Mendicant? doe you know him well?
Thou askest still a question like a guilty person, with a look resembling fear upon thy face.
My countenance is too blame then; not my conscience.
I'le tell you what he is.
Still answering others questions?
He is a Knight that hanckers about the Court, ambitious to make himselfe a Lord by begging. His braine is all Projects, and his soule nothing but Court-suits. He has begun more knavish suits at Court, then ever the Kings Taylor honestly finish'd, but never thriv'd by any: so that now hee's almost fallen from a Pallace B [...]gger to a spittle one. His businesse to my Lady now can be nothing but to borrow money to buy a paire of wheeles [Page] to set some Project a going to Court for a Monopoly.
Thou wert in hast e [...]ne now to looke after the money; but and thy Life lay on't thou must stay to abuse a man [...]ehinde his back, who is a noble Gentleman thou knowst, and I have heard, yet (speake in thy conscience) wouldst thou not be beaten now?
Forbeare, they come.
I must leave that to fortune Madam.
Pray of what nature are your Projects Gentlemen?
Sir my affection leanes much to Poetry, especialy the Drammatick.
Writing of strange Playes?
I am glad I speake sir, to your understanding. [Page] And my project is that no Playes may be admitted to the Stage, but of their making who Professe or indeavour to live by the quality: That no Courtiers, Divines, Students at Law, Lawyers-clearks, Tradesmen or Prentises be allow'd to write 'em, nor the Works of any lay-Poet whatsoever to be receav'd to the Stage, though freely given unto the Actors, nay though any such Poet should give a summe of money with his Play, as with an Apprentice, unlesse the Author doe also become bound that it shall doe true and faithfull service for a whole Terme.
Here's a trim businesse towards, and as idle as the Players going to Law with their Poets.
I have another sir, to procure a Patent for my selfe to have the onely priviledge to give instructions to all the actors in the City, (especially the younger sort) the better to enable them to speake their parts emphatically and to the life.
You were best take heede in time then that you well preserve your own voyce, for feare you doe a spoyle among 'em in teaching 'em to utter in unsavory tunes. Doe I come hither to be mock'd?
Will you heare mine though? I am a Countrey Gentleman, young, healthfull and lusty. I heare complaints of barrennesse in the City; and of men that cannot get their wives with child; Get me but a Patent for't I'le undertake by my selfe and deputies (provided that the woman be sound and handsome) to make them multiply, and upon reasonable conditions: we will deale with the rich for money, and the poore for charity.
This is foolisher then tother. Doe you abuse me Gentlemen?
Is that a wise man's question? you cannot tell th'o.
We have our projects too Sir.
I would have yours first, you seeme a civill and substantiall Gentleman.
In more private if you please Sir.
I like well his reservednesse.
Sir I am a Picture-drawer Limner, or Painter (if you please) and wou'd gladly purchase authority, by my selfe and deputies, for the painting of all the Kings, and Queenes-head signes for Tavernes, Innes, Ale houses, and all Houses and Shops of Trade throughout the Kingdome upon this ground that they draw and hang up their t [...]yall Images for signes in so hideous manner that men blesse themselves to see't.
I marry this hangs upon some ground. But are you an exquisite workeman in that art si [...]?
I am an Artist in that mistery sir, and have drawn some of his Majesties Pictures (by coppy onely but) so to the life, that Gentlemen have kneel'd to ' [...]m for suites, and knight-hoods.
Indeed sir!
Yes sir, and great Lords I have pictur'd so powerfully, their own followers sodainly rushing into the room have started back, and solemnly stood bare to 'em as they hung o'the walls.
Ist possible!
I drew a sterne Judge, and a civill Lawyer so to the life, that after their corps were in the Grave, a man durst not looke upon their pictures without a bribe, or double fee in's hand.
I do admire you!
I ha' drawn Ladies too, with that alluring beauty, that men have lov'd their dead pictures, for their painted lookes, more then their living persons for all their vertues.
Thou boy! introth you abuse me most merrily Gentlemen.
An excellent fellow: I like him for that fancy more then all the rest.
Pray heare my project too sir?
Yes good sir Andrew, you shall not part so abruptly.
Mine is a good common wealths businesse, against the common Plague, that raignes i'th' City of Pickpockets, and Cut-purses▪ I my selfe ha' bin robb'd to day, and am going to a good member that deales in private for the recoveries of such goods: One that shall undertake if you'l but get a Patent, for a Cutpurse-hall, or Office, to helpe all men to their owne againe, allowing but the Tithes of their Losses, and freeing the offending parties.
Fie, fie. Here's tithing indeed.
Provided that notice be brought to the Office within foure and twenty houres after any such losse.
Enough, enough.
Wee may by the same course secure the Counties too, and make the hangman hang himselfe.
Let every man be wise enough to looke to his purse, and there will be no Cut-purses, nor need of your patent.
As wise a man as you may lose his purse tho', as I ha' done my selfe in a crow'd.
He puts me in mind of a crowd I was in once to day of company I lik'd not—ha—. For heaven 'tis gone: And I dare not discover it for being laught at.
It seemes none of your Projects will passe with you sir Andrew.
Come sir, they are but (as you said) merry with you.
Be you merry with them good Madam, you know the serious worke I came about. In which [Page] I sodainly shall presume to give you a re-visite.
Pray do sir Andrew, bring your Mad-man. My garden Lodgings shall be his bedlem. Come gentlemen tis Dinner-time.
We are your waiters Madam.
ACT III.
SCENE I.
Like you 'em Doctor.
Here set him downe. Unbind him, and unblind him.
Hee takes you for a Northerne Pastor Mr. Doctor.
No matter what, let him run out his fancy.
You shall have all best usage sir.
With all best care sir.
You shall have all content the countrey yeilds sir.
I shall have Oat-bread, Ale, and Bag-pipes, shall I?
If you'l be merry sir.
I'le finde you money enough.
O here's a third man, let's then to Gleeke.
Crown Gleeke sir, if you please.
Sir, you must ba [...]e mee Aces. You will play Tib and Tom.
All i' the Cards sir.
All's ready.
Now sir, doe you observe the roote of his Disease?
I guesse at it, know you the remedy?
This Gentleman is, and brings you remedy, be you patient.
O you will move him.
Who's that?
Do you not know me sir?
Your Friends at Court commend them to you Sir.
What a wilde fancie's this!
Crosse it not good sir.
Pray give mee leave to touch it though, a little.
Forbeare sir, you will move him strongly else.
Pray sir your eare.
Sir, most attentively.
Your Doctrine dos not edify sir Raphael.
Guard me Divinity.
I told you what you would doe.
Patience good sir.
Patience in tortures?
Helpe here sodainly!
O doe you make me then your Knight o'th' shir [...] A tun o' Wine for that. Shoulder your Knight, advance your Knight, beare him out.
A Ferdinand, a Ferdinand, &c.
How Madam?
Your slave, lay your commands on mee, what drudgery doe you appoint me to?
Shee's mad too.
Did not your Ladyship give way?
I was no principle in't good Madam.
Pardon mee vertuous sir, it is my love to you that tortures mee into this wild distraction. O sir Raphael.
Madam.
I must be a little serious with you, shut the dore.
Go, you are such a Lady, ha, ha, ha.
Now thou comst to me wench: hadst forgot?
You said you would be serious.
I Madam, you had never known that same else▪
Yes most severely Madam on your promise—
But if he should prove valiant!
What say to Swayn-wit?
Hee's the others extreame. I might feare him but never love him.
What think you of my speciall favorite Mr. Courtwit?
What say to Dainty then the curious Limner?
I am bound from lying. Madam hee's the man.
Well i'le take thy cause in hand wench: But yet we are not merry. I am inclin'd most jovially to mirth me thinks. Pray Jove some good be towards. Laugh or i'le pinch you, till you doe.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, Madam, ha, ha, ha. O the picture drawer! ha, ha, ha.
I, come, the Picture drawer.
O, I love drawing and painting, as no Lady better, [Page] who for the most part are of their occupation that professe it. And shall I tell all Madam?
By all meanes Phil.—now shee's enter'd.
I hope I am handsome enough too. For I have heard that Limners or Picture-drawers, doe covet to have th [...] fairest and best featur'd wives, (or if not wives, Mistresses) that they can possibly purchace, to draw naked Pictures by, as of Diana, Venus, Andromeda, Leda, or the like, either vertuous or lascivious; whom they make to sit or stand naked in all the severall postures, and to lie as many wayes to helpe their art in drawing, who knowes how I may set his fancy a worke? and with modesty enough. We were all naked once, and must be so againe. I could sit for the naked Shepherdesse, with one Leg over the tother Knee, picking the Thorne out of her Foote most neatly, to make the Satyre peepe under.
Well thou shalt have him.
Mistris Philomel.
Let in the Boy. Now sir your newes?
The mad Knights Doctor Madam intreats to speake with you.
Now seekes he may assistance in his cure.
And Mr. Court wit, and the other Gentlemen are below.
Goe you and entertaine the Gentlemen, while I consult with the Doctor, let him enter.
Now Mr. Doctor! you come to aske my counsell I know for your impatient Patient. But let me tell you first, the most learned Authors, that I can turne over; as Dioscorides, Avicen, Galen, and Hyppocrates are much discrepant in their opinions concerning the remedies for his disease.
Madam—
Therefore I trust you'l pardon my weaknesse, if my opinion jumps not altogether with your judgement.
Madam, my purpose was not—
My purpose is to advise you though, that, if his Frenzie proceed from love as you conjecture, that you administer of the rootes of Hellebore, destill'd together with Salt peter, and the flowers of blind Netles, I'le give you the proportions, and the quantity is to take.
Mistake not me good Madam—
But if his Malady grow out of ambition, and his over weening hopes of greatnesse (as I conjecture) then he may take a top of Cedar, or an Oake-apple is very soveraigne with the spirit of Hempseed.
Madam, I seeke no counsell in this case, my cunning is—
To let me know, that that part of my house which I allow you is too little for you.
Shee's surely mad.
But you must claime possession of the rest, You are come to warne me out on't; are you not?
Mistake not so good Madam.
Or do you call my attendance on his person, by way of a Nurse-keeper? I can do little service.
For my part Madam I am sorry we are made the trouble of your house, and rather wish me out on't then your favour. But if your Ladyship will bee pleas'd to entertaine with patience the little I have to say.
Come to it quickly then.
Come to the point, you'ld have me visit him.
My life o' that.
Come for once i'le trust you.
Come out into the Garden here; and let them talke within, I say he shall talke with her; and his belly full, and doe with her too, her belly full, for all thou: an honest discreet Gentleman, and thou a coward and a cockscombe. Besides he has an art and quality to live upon, and maintaine her Lady-like, when all thy money may be gone. And yet thou prat'st o'thy two thousand pound at use, when thou and thy money too are but an asse and's load tho'.
Well, you may speake your pleasure. This is no cause to fight for.
I'le make thee fight, or promise to fight with me, or somebody else before we part, or cut thee into pieces.
But tell me seriously dost thou love my Ladies woman so well as to marry her, and suffer the Picturedrawer now to court her privately, and perhaps to draw and carry her from thee?
Why he here will have it so you see, and pull'd mee out.
It is to doe a cure upon thee, coward.
Coward! pish! a common Name to men in buffe and feather. I scorne to answer to't.
Why dost thou weare a Sword? only to hurt mens feet that kick thee?
Nay you are too severe.
Pray hold your peace. I'le jowle your heads together, and so beat ton with tother else. Why dost thou were a Sword I say?
To fight when I see cause.
Now he sayes something, yet, and may be curable.
What is a cause to fight for?
I am not to tell you that sir, It must be found out and given me before I ought to take notice.
You may safely say for Religion, King or Countrey.
Darst thou fight for Religion? say.
Who that has any Religion will fight I say?
I say thou hast none. Speake, hast thou any?
Truly, in this wavering world I know not how to answer.
La you. Hee'l say he has no King neither, rather then fight.
Why if he will not fight for him he is no Subject, and no Subject no King.
I thanke you sir, I would ha' said so.
O thou wouldst make a speciall Souldier now!
Well sir, all are not choyce doggs that run, some are taken in to make up the cry.
And for thy Countrey, I dare sweare thou wouldst rather run it then fight for't.
Run my Countrey I cannot, for I was borne i'the City. I am no clown to run my Countrey.
Darst thou tell me of clowns thou cockney chicken-hearted whelp thou?
Forbeare good sir, there are countrey Gentlemen as well as clownes, and for the rank I honour you.
Sirrah you lie, strike me for that now; or I will beat thee abhominably.
Up to him man: wilt thou suffer all?
I would—but—
You lie I say againe.
I thinke I doe, I thinke I doe, and why should I maintaine an evill cause?
The wench thou lov'st and doatest on is a whore.
Sir, if she be 'tis not my fault, nor hers: somebody else made her so then I warrant you. But should another man tell me so!
What then?
I would say as much to him as to you. Nor indeed is any mans report of that a sufficient cause to provoke mee unlesse shee her selfe confess'd it, and then it were no cause at all.
Here's a true City wit now.
I should have wit sir, and am acounted a wit within the walls. I am sure my Father was Master of his company, and of the wisest company too i'the city.
What company's that?
The Salters sir. For sal sapit omnia you know.
Your Father was a cuckold tho', and you the Son of a whore.
Fight now or you'l die infamous, was your Mother a whore?
Deny't and darst, say, was she not?
Comparatively shee might be in respect of some holy woman, the Lady Ramsey, Mistris Katherine Stubbs and such, ha, ha. Is that a cause?
What! not to say your Mother was a whore?
He may say his pleasure, It hurts her not: shee is dead and gone. Besides, at the best shee was but a woman, and at the worst shee might have her frailtie [...] like other women. And is that a cause for mee to fight for the dead, when wee are forbidden to pray for 'em?
But were your Mother living now, what would you say or doe?
Why, I would civilly ask her if she were a whore? If she confess'd it, then he were in the right, and I ought not to fight against him: for my cause were naught. If she deny'd it, then he were in an error, and his cause were naught, and I would not fight, 'twere better he should live to repent his errour.
Nay, now if I do not kill thee let me be hang'd for idlenesse.
Hold I am unprepar'd.
I care not—unlesse thou sweare presently, and without all equivocation upon this sword—
Scabberd and all I pray sir, The cover of the book is allowd in courts to sweare upon.
Well sir, now you shall sweare to challenge the next that wrongs you.
Yes, if the wrong give me sufficient cause.
Cause agen! suppose that fellow within should take your wench from you? which very likely he has done already: for I left 'em close on a couch together Kissing and—
Gi' me the booke, i'le have her from him, or him from her if he be without her belly, or Kill him if he be within her.
Tis well a cause may be found at last tho'.
I like a man, whom neither Lie, Kick, Battoune, scandall, Friends, or Parents, the wrongs of Countrey, King or Religion can move, that will, yet, fight for his [Page] wench. Thou wilt be one of the stiffe blades o' the time I see.
A wench is a moving cause:
Helpe, helpe, here helpe—ha—
Why dost not draw and run in upon 'em?
After you I will sir.
A pox upon thee art thou down agen?
No sir, I am drawn you see.
Help, help, a rape, a rape, murder, help!
Cou. Tis time to fly then.
I come my Philomel.
What's the matter Phil?
What cry was that?
Was it not you that caus'd it sir?
Was it not here?
Was it not you that cry'd?
Is there helpe, helpe, helpe?
O tis my Lady in the Madmans chamber. Is her mirth come to this?
Where, which way?
Here, here the dore's made fast.
I'le breake it open.
Help here, help the Lady; help the Lady.
We are a comming, you shall have help enough
I warrant, what's the matter? you shall not lack for help—
Away Medusa. Hence, thou hast transformd me. Stone, stone, I am all stone. Bring morter and make a bul-wark of me.
O that's the Mad-man! How madly he talkes!
Hold me not down.
Stones to make a bul-warke quoth a! If he had [Page] but to make a brace of Demy-culvering bullets, they were thumpers I thinke.
Hold me not down, but reare me up, and make me my own statue.
Was ever such a practice?
A meere accident of madnesse.
I say it was a practise in the Doctor.
Yet he calld out for help.
You had broke up the dore first. That was but to colour his trechery.
A new way, and a very learned one I promise you; to cure madnesse with a plaister of warme Ladygutts.
He would ha' had a mad bout with my Lady it seemes. He would ha' vented his madnes into her. And she could ha' drawn better then the Leaches.
If you believe this Madam, tho' sir Ferdinand be by his madnesse excusable in the attempt, you ought to be reveng'd upon the Doctor.
Let's cut him into pieces Madam.
I'le think upon some way to make him a dreadfull example to all the Pandarean Doctors i' the Towne. Come in Gentlemen, and helpe mee with your advices.
You shall want no advise Madam. No strength, Let's goe sir.
What mean you Mr. Cit-wit?
I have sworne. Therefore I say no more, but I have sworne▪
ACT IV.
SCENE I.
That madnesse is his fate; which renders him into my masters hands to restore all agen. I, note the Justice of it.
He is flown off agen.
Wherein have I fail'd sir?
Sir, in assuring joincture to her Dowry.
Nay then sir heare me.
What in private sir?
Remember, sweet, your vow.
Most constantly. And let mee conjure you by this.
And this—
That you forget not yours.
Quick, quick! i'le stand before you.
For what offence?
Madnesse at heighth.
Will you along!
Friend, has he hurt thee?
I am sure I bleed for't.
You are my noble Patron.
Sir Andrew Mendicant at home?
Not to be spoken with at this time sir.
In good time sir.
Say you so sir?
I'le tell't you as a secret. The Physitian thought to have cur'd his patient, (who has bin a notable Gamester at In and In) between my Ladies legs. If I and two or three more (but chiefly my selfe indeed) had not rescued her, the Doctor had held the Lady-cow to the Mad-bull.
May I believe this?
He thinks I lie now. And should he gi' me the lie, the vertue of my Oath were questionable.
Is this upon your knowledge sir?
True upon my life. So farewell honest friend.
This may prove sport and businesse too.
We will do something sodainly.
This fellow will betray us.
Cupid and Mercury favour our designe.
ACT IV. SCENE II.
I'le gladly ad my paines unto your skill.
Come forth into the aire. Conduct him gently.
That's a long journey sir.
Y'are a long bearded foole.
That's best of all.
Let's have a mad catch then.
Here Madam may you see the Madmans Revels.
And after that the Doctors Tragicomedy.
Are not your wind pipes tun'd yet? Sing
He Dances a conceited Countrey Dance, first doing his honours, then as leading forth his Lasse. He danceth both man and womans actions, as if the Dance consisted of two or three coupl [...]s, at last as offring to Kisse his Lasse, hee fancies that they are all vanish'd, and espies Strangelove.
Keepe him from me.
Keepe back sir.
Doctor, away with him.
What's her pleasure?
What outrage doe you intend?
Outrage! Can you thinke of an outrage above the horror you offerd to this Lady, To violate her chastity? her honor?
You cannot say so.
Tis said, and you are guilty. Proceed to judgement Madam.
I first would heare your censures.
And mine among the rest good Madam. I have taken care that a new Doctor shall be brought. Therefore in the first place my censure is, that this be presently hang'd out o' the way.
That's too high straind. What thinke you Madam, if to rectify his judgement, wee pick'd all the errours of his braine; First, opening the Pericranion, then take out the cerebrum; wash it in Albo vino, till it be throughy clens'd; and then—
Pox o' your Albo vino, and his cerebrum taking out, that were a way to kill him. Wee must not be guily of the death of a Dogleach, but have him purg'd a safer way.
How? Proceed.
We will fill his belly full of Whey, or Buttermilke, put him naked [...]to a Hogs-head, then put into [Page] the same an hundred broken Urinalls, then close up the Vessell and roll your Garden with it.
I trust they cannot meane any such mischiefe.
Hearke yee Gentlemen. Do you heare?
Yes Madam, tis a Sowgelder.
Fetch in that Minister of Justice.
Who Madam? the Sowgelder?
Wee'l make a Doctor guelder of him tho', and my Lady be so minded.
That will be sport indeed.
But will you see the execution Madam?
They dare not doe the thing they would have me feare.
You will not murder me?
I would I could pray now to any purpose.
Sing then, he shall not suffer without a Song.
What must he be stript now; or will letting down his breeches be enough?
Doctor it is decreed.
You cannot answer it.
That was not to have beene my act, nor was it done.
When this is done wee'l talke w' ye, come lay him crosse this Table. Hold each of you a Leg of him, and hold you your peace Dodipoll. And for his armes let me alone, do you work Guelder.
Hold, I have a secret to deliver to my Lady.
You shall be deliver'd of your secrets presently.
Forbeare him, let him down.
Sweet sayst? Thou art not i'le be sworne.
Well sir your weighty secret now to save your trifles.
In private I beseech you Madam: for I dare but whisper't.
You shall allow me so much warinesse as to have one at least to be my Guard, and witnesse.
This Gentleman then Madam.
We are shut out of councell.
No matter. I list not be no nearer him: no more wou'd my cozen had he my nose. But where's Mr. Dainty and your finicall Mistris Phil all this while tho'?
No matter, but I ha' sworn you know. Therefore I say no more, but I have sworn.
VVhat a strange tale is this! I can't believe it.
I doe, and did before suspect it: and fram'd this counterfet plot upon you, Doctor, to worke out the [Page] discovery: would I ha' seene you guelt dee think? That would have renderd mee more brutish then the women Barbers. Looke sir this is no Guelder, but one of my house Musick. (Goe, your part is done—
And for th' affright you gave me, Doctor, I am even w' ye.
The Devill fright him next for a spurging, skitterbrooke. 'Twere good you would call to burne some perfumes Madam.
But for the secret you have told me i'le keepe it secret yet, I will keepe you so too; and from your Patient.
There's a new Docter come already Madam to the madman.
From sir Andrew Mendicant?
His servant brought him.
I pray what Doctor is it?
ACT IV. SCENE III.
Sir though you are a Phisitian, I am no foole. [Page] Take heede what you doe. Hee's more then six of us hold when his hot fit's upon him. He would now teare you to pieces should you let him loose.
The danger then be mine. Let him sit up. Is not he civill now?
I, for how long? do you note that Hercules eye there?
I charge you quit the roome.
Tis but to come agen when we are call'd.
Tis but a Doctor out o' the way; and that's no losse while there are so many, the best cannot live by the worst.
Ha—
Ho! Murder, Murder, Murder.
The Battaile of Musteborough Field was a brave one.
O do you fly out agen?
Sings part of the old Song, and acts it madly.
This is pretty: but back from the purpose.
Will you come to the point sir?
We but lose time in this sir: Though it be good testimony of your memory in an old Song. But do you know me?
Who talkes this mortall to? I am a spirit.
Sure I shall finde you flesh, and penetrable.
Pish.
I cast that to you then. Hand it, or die a Madman.
O, ho, ho, ho.—
All this sir to a Madam.
He knowes not what you tell him.
Hee's not so mad to fight yet I see that.
Yet hold. Has Mendicant beg'd me?
During your madnesse. VVhat should hinder him?
Put up thy Sword.
Upon no tearmes, and you alive.
Not to obtaine Charissa?
As you Guest sir.
That's most unquestionable.
You may: For I dare trust you while I go call the Lady.
Now are you pleas'd, or dare you now to fight sir?
I neither will nor dare fight in this cause:
Tis a faire condition.
VVell yet.
You would have ravish'd her.
True.
Suppose so.
Frederick—
O your pardon.
I am disgrac'd, undone.
Madam most readily, I have offer'd it.
I'le be directed by you.
Noblest Lady.
ACT V.
SCENE I.
COme Sir, must I take you in hand agen?
My Lady will convery her Madman to sir Andrew Mendicants it seemes.
Tell mee that I know not; and answer my questions.
Shee and the Doctor, and the tother Doctor's gone with him too.
Leave you by flim flams, and speake to the purpose.
You know I ha' sworne. Doe you not know I ha' sworne?
To live and die a beaten Asse; a coward hast thou not?
Prethee forbeare him: Hee's not worth thy anger.
Anger! Is every Schoole-master angry that gives Discipline with correction?
Would he were at Pensans agen.
Didst not thou tell my Lady that I was a coward in my own Countrey, and Kick'd out of Cornewall?
Comparatively I thinke I did in respect of Corinees, that wrastled and threw Giant after Giant over the cliffs into the Sea.
Pox o' your comparative lies; And didst not thou say that he here was pepper'd so full o' the whats [...] callums, that his spittle would poyson a Dog or a Rat?
That was comparatively too in respect of a pure Virgin; a chrisome child or so.
He never shall move me, I forgive him.
Meerly comparatively I speake it.
Forgi' mee for swearing i'le make thee speak [...] positively, or beat thee superlatively before I ha' done with thee.
Gentlemen, my Lady—
Hold a little. Didst thou not say this child here was a Pickpocket? and that he pickt thine of thy money, and thy watch, when he was singing betweene thy Leggs to day?
Who I a Pick-pocket?
Forbeare good Lady it was comparatively.
A pick pocket?
Forbeare and hear him Hercules.
Lend me a sword i'le kill him, and heare him afterwards.
Nay I must hold you then. How was hee comparatively your Pick-pocket?
That is as much as any man I know; That is I accuse nobody; that is all are as innocent as the child, and hee as the innocent unborne. And let that satisfy you.
Live. I am satisfied. Now Gentlemen my Lady prayes you to follow her to sir Andrew Mendicants.
I know the businesse, 'Tis about our Revells.
Suffer a child to beat thee!
His cause was bad you know.
Incorrigible coward! Say now; art not thou thy selfe a pick-pocket, and a cut-purse? say.
Comparatively it may be said, I am to a Churchwarden, a Collector for the poore or such.
The conclusion is, that if ever I heare thou mentionst my name agen in any sense whatsoever, i'le beat thee out of reason.
In my good wishes, and prayers I may: Heaven forbid else.
Not in your prayers sir, shall you mention me, you were better never pray.
Heaven forbid I should then!
And make thine Oath good on that flie fellow that has taine away thy wench, or—
He has not tane her yet.
You ha' not seene her or him these two houres; has not my Lady call'd too, and shee not to be found?
True, true: and if I be not reveng'd.
Do't then now, while thou art hot. Shee comes, here take, and keepe her while thou art hot and hast her.
Is she at your dispose sir?
Your Lady gave you me.
Or am in her gift?
You are in my possession, nor shall Lucifer dispossesse me of her.
So valiant on a sodaine!
Have I not cause?
You'l have me with all faults?
Yes, and a match forever.
How meanes shee by all faults?
A word shee alwayes uses in waggery.
By all meanes take her from him. What! affraid of a coward?
You must do't or take the share, hee should ha' had a down-right beating. Forgi' me for swearing, hee's a veryer coward then tother.
Hee will serve the betrer to flesh him. And do but note his tiranicall rage that is the vanquisher.
You will on.
Sir shee is mine by promise.
Shee's mine by act and deed sir according to the flesh, let her deny't and she can.
That shall be try'd by Law.
By Law of armes and hands it shall, take that, and let her goe.
Beare witnesse Gentlemen he struck me.
O pittifull Picture-drawer!
Will you not draw? I will then.
What would you have sir? If shee be yours take her.
That's not enough, I will make thee fight, what blindnesse have I liv'd in! I would not but be valiant to be Cesar.
O brave Cit, O brave Cit.
Why dost not draw thou fellow thou?
Shee's his he sayes; and she denies it not, shall I fight against him for his own?
I'le make thee fight, or cut thee into pieces.
He turnes your words over to him.
VVhy dost thou weare a sword? onely to hurt mens feet that Kick thee?
Doe you observe? Nay thou art too severe.
Pray hold your peace, i'le jowle your heads together and so beat [...]on with tother else.
Forgi' me for swearing. Hee'l beat's all anon.
VVhy dost thou weare a Sword I say?
Some other time sir, and in fitter place.
Sirrah you lie, strike me for that, or I will beat thee abominably.
You see this Gentlemen.
And I see't too, was ever poor wench so couzend in a man?
The wench thou lov'st and doat'st on is a whore.
How's that?
No, no, That was not right, your father was a cuckold tho', and you the sonne of a whore.
Good, I shall love this fellow.
I can take all this upon account.
You count all this is true then. Incorrigible coward! what was the last vile name you call'd mee Mr. Swain-wit? O I remember, sirrah thou art a Pickpocket and a Cut-purse; And gi' me my money agen, and him his or I will cut thy throat.
I am discover'd.
Doe you answer nothing, doe you de [...]urr [...] upon't?
Hold sir I pray; Gentlemen so you will grant me pardon, and forbeare the Law i'le answer you.
Agreed, agreed.
It is confess'd: I am a Cut-purse.
Forgi' me for swearing a brave Boy.
Here is your VVatch, and Money; And here is yours. Now as you are Gentlemen use no extremity.
Beyond all expectation!
All thought.
Miraculous! O the effects of valour!
Was ever woman so mistaken o' both sides?
But dost thou thinke thou art valiant for all this tho'?
You were best try; or you, or both, or come all three.
I sweare thou shalt have it to keepe up while thou art up.
Is this your picture-drawing? are you the Kings Picture-drawer? A neat denomination for a Cut-purse, that drawes the Kings Pictures out of men Pockets.
Come sir, come in with us.
Pray use me Kindly Gentlemen.
Yes, wee will use you in your kind sir.
ACT V. SCENE II.
Sure I am. If this be a true Coppy.
Incomparably judicious Madam.
Take all unto your selfe, I am content.
I'd faine steale in and watch th' event of things.
How! what of him?
H'has made himselfe away.
Ist possible?
(Hee has by this time, or the Priest is tonguety'd▪)
He has left no estate worth begging, that's the worst of' [...].
My joyes come flowing no me—yet I would see.
The Gallants that were to day so merry with mee.
The same: but very harmelesse.
All but one sir. Did you not lose your purse to day?
What's the meaning?
Sw. Wee'l tell you Madam.
My purse? (I mist it at my Lady Strangeloves.)
This Picture-drawer drew it, and has drawne more of the Kings-pictures then all the Limners in the Towne. Restore it sirrah.
I will not take it, 'twas my nelect that lost it, not he that stole it. This is my day of fortune; it comes home to me; more then I dare receive. O my joyes, let me be able to containe you.
Ha' you another purse to lose?
I have a purse; which if I lose, i'le blame my selfe, none else.
Let him but come so neare you as to aske forgivenesse for the last, and if he doe not take the next, though it be six fadome deepe i' your pocket i'le hang for him when his time comes.
I'le watch his fingers for that.
Observe good Madam.
Sir at your feet I beg your pardon.
It needs not, prithee rise.
In sooth thou hast it. Heaven pardon thee as I doe.
I have it sir indeed, and as your gift i'le keepe it, promising before all these witnesses, i'le never venter for another.
Fore me an expert fellow; Pitty he should be hang'd before we have more of his breed.
Did not I tell you sir? And these are but his short armes; i'le undertake, when he makes a long arme, he shall take a purse twelve skore off.
I doe not like Thieves handsell though, This may presage some greater losse at hand.
Now Gentlemen you know your taske, be expeditious in't.
I have cast the designe for't already Madam. My inventions are all flame and spirit. But you can expect no great matter to be done extempore or in six minutes.
What matter ist so wee skip up and downe? our friend Jack Dainty here, Mr. Cut-purse dances daintily tho'.
And Mr. Cit-wit, you have worthily wonne my woman sir.
I have her Madam, she is mine.
I'le make her worth a thousand pound to you, besides all she has of her own.
Her faults and all Madam, we are agreed o' that.
Suppose this Boy be mine.
I would he were else, that I might have him under lawfull correction, and the cause o' my side: for he beat me not long since.
And you be my father, and do not make much of me and give me fine things, i'le beat you agen so I will; and my mother shall helpe me.
Agree'd Billy, agreed Philly. Never was man so sodainly, so rich; Nay never looke Gentlemen, shee is mine, and hee's mine own, I am sure I ha' got him now; And all faults are salv'd.
Her word in waggery is made good in earnest now tho'.
To your busines Gentlemen; if you have a short speech or two, the boy's a prety Actor; and his mother can play▪ her part; women-Actors now grow in request. Sir Andrew! melancholly?
I was thinking on the omen of my purse.
Fear no further mishap sir; tis ominous to feare.
Pray let's go in and see how things proceed.
1. Into the Garden, good, let's follow him.
2. Tis not the repulse he gave us in the morning shall quit him of us.
[Page]1. No now his superintendent's turn'd away, wee'l once more fill his head with millions.
I'le make the Dance, and give you all the footing.
Stand further off o' my Pocket tho'.
No matter if we lose any thing, and he within ten miles of us i'le make him answer't.
I want a fift man, I would have an od.
The Marriage is perform'd. The Priest has done his office—
Doctor can you dance?
And sing too, I ha' forgot much else.
I'le speak the Speech: Ha' not I forgot my Actors tone tro? I shal remember't, I could have acted'em all ore.
I can speak a Speech too Mother, must I call you Mother now?
I my Boy, now I dare vouch thee.
What think you of this tune sir for your dance? Tay dee▪ dee, &c.
I'le borow a Violl and take it of you instantly.
Pray sir, is sir Andrew Mendicant i'the house.
This is most heathenish of all.
What Woman Monster's this? Sweete young Gentleman, let me aske you a question.
All Lunatick? or Gentlemen, do you want leasure O [...] civility to answer me?
Ha' you done the speeches Mr. Court wit?
And shall my wife and Billi boy speake 'em?
As i'le instruct you.
You write admirably I confesse; But you have a [...] ill tone to instruct in; I'le read to 'em my selfe, you give your words no grace.
You have the tune right, will you instruct the Musick men?
And you all in the Dance imediately.
But shall we have no silken things, no whim wham [...] To Dance in tho'.
Perhaps the Bride can furnish us.
With some of her old Petticotes, can she?
No, no my Lady has tane care for all.
Come, come away to practise, and be ready.
Goe back and be not seene till I come to you.
Hee's come. Ha' you heard the newes sir Andrew?
What sir Raphael?
That Ferdinand's restor'd to's wits.
I am glad on' [...].
I hope you thinke mee a Christian sir, but how should he arrive at such a sodaine knowledge of it, if it be so? I will pretend tis true, yes sir, he is in's wits.
Has made himselfe away, I heard o' that too.
Not dangerously I hope.
Flatter not so your selfe; Hee's on the point of dying.
How!
Ha!
No, he lives.
Do you practise on me? Madam where are
She here! i'm then agen confounded.
Nay sir Raphael, I potest we will be friends notwithstanding I have outstript you in your plot of matching your Nephew Frederick, here to his love Charissa.
But is it so?—
I beg your pardon, and your blessing sir.
And is it so with you sir Ferdinand?
It is, and sir in testimony of my recovery, I make demand of my estate: of which you thought your selfe possest.
What hopes am I fallen from? and what misery fallen into; when the little I have is beg'd for Manslaughter!
I quit you of that sir.
How couldst thou deale so with me?
Dreames, dreames, All these are waking Dreames.
All reall truth sir, whither flie you from us?
You mistake strangely.
Harke! the Revellers.
Let him goe and weare ou [...] his fit by himselfe.
There's an Actor now!
How doubtfull of himselfe; and yet how perfect he was!
A selfe mistrust is a sure step to Knowledge.
Sententious sir Raphel.
Quarrells are ended Madam.
Come hither Cupid.
What black Tragedian's this?
Some Nuntius sent from Hell.
One of my Masters Minions, a Projector.
Hee's mad; is he?
Mad, and has hang'd himselfe—
Alas my Father.
How! hang'd himselfe?
Here's a brave shew, and out-shines our devise.
This is a Patent for the taking of poor John and Barrell-cod alive, and so to preserve 'em in salt-water for the benefit of the Fishmongers.
There's salt in this.
I this has some savour in' [...].
This is a fresh one sir, For the catching, preservation, and transportation of Butter-flies: whereby they may become a native commodity.
That's a subtle one.
This is for profits out of all the Common-Cryes i' th' City, As of—Oysters—Codlings—wood to cleave, Kitching stuffe, and the thousand more, even to the Matches for your Tinder-box, and all Forrainers to pay double; And a Fee out of the Link-boyes profits. But no cries to escape. Tis for a peace.
What if some should cry Murder, murder?
Or Theeves, theeves?
Or Fire, fire?
Or women cry out five Loves a penny?
What dos he take us for?
Powers, Powers; A lower house at least.
And all my patents to be conceal'd.
Our Projects would not take with you, wee'l take yours tho'.
He shall dance out of 'em: Musick! Play out our Dance, we will dis [...]obe you presently.
Yes, and dismantle his Projectors too.
An excellent Morrall! The Projects are all cancel'd, and the Projectors turnd out o' dores.
This Bride, Dame Venus here, cooles all this while tho'.
By Mr: Bride-groomes leave, i'le stirre her blood a little for the good meaning shee had towards me.
'Tis well: And all are friends.
Upon those honourable tearmes sir Ferdinando I will be yours.
Sheel' have him, it seemes at last.
Shee's a wise widdow by' [...]: for sure enough, she saw something in his mad naked fit, when hee put her to't, to choose a husband by, wo' not out of her thought yet.
What is there more to say now Madam?
You question well.
But to Supper and to bed?
You consider well.
We have had other pastime enough.
EPILOGUE.
And why you now? or you? or you? I'le speak enough for you all, you now would tell the Audients they should not feare to throng hither the next day: for you wil secure their Purses cut-free, and their pockts pick-free. Tis much for you to do tho'. And you would say that all [Page] your projects are put down, and you'l take up no new: but what shall be (spectators) to please you. And you Poetick part induces you, t'appologize now for the Poet too, as they ha' done already, you to the Ladies, you to the Cavaliers and Gentry; you to the City friend, and all for the Poet, Poet, Poet, when alls but begging tho. I'le speak to 'em all, and to my Countrey folkes too if here be any o'em: and yet not beg for the Poet tho', why should we? has not he money for his doings? and the best price too? because we would ha' the best: And if it be not, why so? The Poet has shewd his wit and we our manners. But to stand beg, beg for reputation for one that has no countenance to carry it, and must ha' money is such a Pastime!—If it were for one of the great and curious Poets that give these Playes as the Prologue said, and money too, to have 'em acted; For them, indeed, we are bound to ply for an applause. Because they look for nothing else, and scorn to beg for themselves. But then you'l say those Playes are not given to you; you pay as much for your seats at them as at these, though you sit nere the merrier, nor rise the wiser, they are so above common understanding; and tho' you see for your love you will judge for your money, why so for that too, you may. But take heed you displease not the Ladies tho' who are their partiall judges, being brib'd by flattering verses to commend their Playes; for whose faire cause, and by their powerfull voyces to be cry'd up wits o' Court, the right worshipfull Poets boast to have made those enterludes, when for ought you know they bought 'em of Universitie Scholars tho', and onely shew their own wits in owning other mens; and that but as they are like neither. As thus, do you like that Song? yes▪ I made it. Is that Scene or that Jest good? Yes, Twas mine; and then if all be good 'twas all mine. There's wit in that now. But this small Poet vents none but his own, and his by whose care [Page] and directions this Stage is govern'd, who has for many yeares both in his fathers dayes, and since directed Poets to write & Players to speak, till he traind up these youths here to what they are now. I some of 'em from before they were able to say a grace of two lines long to have more parts in their pates then would fill so many Dryfats. And to be serious with you, if after all this, by the venemous practise of some, who study nothing more then his destruction, he should faile us, both Poets and Players would be at losse in Reputation. But this is from our Poet agen, who tels you plainly all the helps he has or desires; And let me tell you he has made prety merry Jigges that ha' pleas'd a many. As (le'me see) th' Antipodes, and (oh I shall never forget) Tom Hoyden o' Tanton Deans. Hee'l bring him hither very shortly in a new Motion, and in a new paire o' slops and new nether stocks as briske as a Body-lowse in a new Pasture.
THE CITY WIT, OR, The VVoman wears the BREECHES.
A COMEDY.
LONDON, Printed by T. R. for Richard Marriot, and Thomas Dring, and are to be sold at their Shops in Fleet-street, 1653.
The Prologue.
YOu see I come unarm'd among you, sine Virga aut Ferula, without Rod or Ferular, which are the Pedants weapons. Id est, that is to say, I come not hither to be an Instructor to any of you, that were Aquilam volare docere, aut Delphinum natare, to teach the Ape, well learned as my selfe. Nor came I to instruct the Comedians. That were for me to be Asinus inter simias, the fool o'the Company: I dare not undertake them. I am no Paedagogus nor Hypodidascalus here. I approach not hither ad erudiendum, nec ad Corrigendum. Nay I have given my Schollars leave to play, to get a Vacuum for my selfe to day, to Act a particle here in a Play; an Actor being wanting that could beare it with port and state enough. A Pedant is not easily imitated. Therefore in person, I for your delight have [Page] left my Schoole to tread the Stage. Pray Jove the terror of my brow spoile not your mirth, for you cannot forget the fury of a Tutor, when you have layne under the blazing Comet of his wrath, with quaeso Praeceptor te precor da—&c. But, let feare passe, nothing but mirth's intended.
But I had forgot my selfe, A Prologue should be in Ryhme, &c. therefore I will begin agen.
Dramatis Personae.
- CRasy, a young Citizen, falling into decay.
- Jeremy, his Apprentice.
- Sarpego, a Pedant.
- Sneakup, Crasyes Father in Law.
- Pyannet, Sneakup's Wife.
- Ticket two Courtiers.
- Rufflit two Courtiers.
- Lady Ticket.
- Josina, Crasyes Wife.
- Linsy-Wolsey, a thrifty Citizen.
- Toby, sonne to Sneakup.
- Bridget, Iosina's Maid.
- Crack, a Boy that sings. two keeping Women.
- Isabell
- Jone
The City VVit. OR, The woman wears the Breeches.
ACT. I.
Scene I.
SEt forth that Table Jer.
Will you not go in and dine, Sir?
No: I am of other dyet to day.
The whole company expects you.
Alas my good Master.
Sir, shall I say you'l come?
What shall I say?
Even what thou wilt, good Jeremy.
To feed on; do they? Goe. I will not come.
Introth I pity him—
O, Sir, you are undone.
Hast thou no newes, Jeremie?
Alas your Mother Sir—
What Good, good Jeremie?
She's drunk; Is she not, Jeremie?
Now deafeness seize me. I disclaime my hearing. I defie my audituall part. I renounce mine ears. Mistris Pyannet, a desperate Palsey is on thy lips, and an everlasting Feaver on thy Tongue?
You understand or know, that here hath been a Feast made, to take up a ponderous difference between Master Sneakup your Father in Law, and your selfe Mr. Crasy; and between most of your Creditors and Debitors. Food hath been eaten; Wine drunck; Talke past; Breath spent; Labour lost: For why? Mistris Pyannet your Mother in Law, Mr. Sneakups Wife (though shee will be call'd by none but her owne name) that woman of an eternall Tongue; that Creature of an everlasting noyse; whose perpetuall talke is able to deafen a Miller; whose discourse is more tedious then a Justices Charge; Shee, that will out-scold ten carted Bawds, even when she is sober; and out-chat fifteen Midwives, though fourteen of them be halfe drunk: this Shee-thing hath burst all. Demosthenes himselfe would give her over. Therefore hopeless Sarpego is silent.
O, are you here Sir! You have spun a fair thred. [Page] Here's much ado, and little help. We can make bolt nor shaft, find neither head nor foot in your business. My daughter and I may both curse the time, that ever we saw the eyes of thee.
Sir, you have the civill vertue of Patience in you. Dear Sir hear me.
He sayes he heares thee, and is asham'd to see thee. Hast not undone our Daughter▪ spent her Portion; deceiv'd our hopes; wasted thy fortunes; undone thy credite; prov'd Bankrupt?
All was but my kind heart in trusting, in trusting, Father.
Kind heart! What should Citizens do with kind hearts; or trusting in any thing but God, and ready money?
What would you, dear Father, that I should do now?
Marry depart in peace Sir. Vanish in silence Sir. I'le take my Daughter home Sir. She shall not beg with you Sir. No marry shalt thou not; no, 'deed Duck shalt thou not.
Be yet but pleased to answer me, good Sir. May not an honest man—
Honest man! Who the Devill wish'd thee to be an honest man? Here's my worshipfull Husband, Mr. Sneakup, that from a Grasier is come to be a Justice of Peace: And, what, as an honest man? Hee grew to be able to give nine hundred pound with my daughter; and, what, by honestie? Mr. Sneakup and I are come up to live i'th City, and here we have lyen these three years; and what? for honesty? Honesty! What should the City do with honesty; when 'tis enough to undoe a whole Corporation? Why are your Wares gumm'd; your Shops dark; your Prizes writ in strange Characters? what, for honesty? Honesty? why is hard waxe [Page] call'd Merchants waxe; and is said seldome or never to be rip'd off, but it plucks the skin of a Lordship with it? what! for honesty? Now (mortified my Concupiscence!) Dost thou think, that our Neighbour, Master Linsy-Wolsie here, from the sonne of a Tripe-wife, and a Rope-maker, could aspire to be an Aldermans Deputy; to be Worshipfull Mr. Linsie-Wolsie; Venerable Mr. Linsie-wolsie; to weare Sattin sleeves, & whip Beggars? And, what? By honesty? Have we bought an Office, here, for our towardly and gracious son and heire here, young Mr. Sneakup—
Yes forsooth Mother.
And made him a Courtier, in hope of his honesty? Nay, (once for all) Did we marry our Daughter, here, to thee; rack'd our Purses to pay Portion; left Country house-keeping to save charges, in hope either of thine, or her honesty? No, we look'd, that thy Ware-house should have eaten up Castles, and that for thy narrow Walke in a Jewellers shop, a whole Countrey should not have suffic'd thee.
If my uncunning Disposition be my only vice, then Father—
Nay, and thou hast been married three years to my Daughter, and hast not got her with Child yet! How do'st answer that? For a woman to be married to a fruitfull Fool, there is some bearing with him yet. (I know it by my self) but a dry barren Fool! How dost thou satisfie that?
It may be defect in your Daughter, as probable as in me.
O impudent varlet! Defect in my Daughter? O horrible indignity! Defect in my Daughter? Nay, 'tis well known, before ever thou sawest her, there was no defect in my Daughter.
Well: If to be honest, be to be a fool, my utmost [Page] Ambition is a Coxcomb. Sir, I crave your farewell.
Marry Sir, and have it with all his heart. My Husband is a man of few words, and hath committed his tongue to me: And I hope I shall use it to his Worship. Fare you well Sir.
Thanks for your cheer and full bounty of Entertainment, good Mr. Sneakup.
He rather thanks you for your patience, and kind visitation, good Sir Andrew Ticket. Yes indeed forsooth does he.
I take my leave Sir, too.
Good Madame—
Uds so! ther's a trick! you must talk, must you? And your Wife in presence, must you? As if I could not have said, good Madame. Good Madame! Do you see how it becomes you?
Good Mistris Sneakup▪
Good Madame, I beseech your Ladiship to excuse our deficiency of Entertainment. Though ou [...] power be not to our wish, yet we wish that our Power were to your Worth, which merrits better service—
Pardon me.
Then our rudenesse—
You wrong your selfe.
Can tender, or possibly expresse by—
I beseech you forsooth—
Our best labour, or utmost devoire. Yes I protest sweet Madame. I beseech you, as you passe by in Coach sometimes, vouchsafe to see me; and, if I come to Court, I will presume to visite your Ladiship, and your worthy Knight, Good Sir Andrew! And I pray you Madame, how does your Monckey, your Parrot, and Parraquitoes? I pray commend me to 'em, and to all your little ones. Fare you well, sweet Creature.
Wee'll leave you to take private farewell of your Wife, Mr. Crasie.
Wee'l meet you at your Horse, brother.
Lov'd, my deare heart, my sweetest, my very being, will you needs take your journey? I shall fall before your return into a Consumption. If you die but conceive what your departure will bring upon me, I know (my sweet) nay I do know—but goe your ways; strike my finger into mine eye: 'Tis not the first true teare a married woman has shed.
Why you heare the noyse of that woman of Sound, your Mother. I must travell down, or not keep up. Yet—
Nay, goe I beseech you; you shall never say, I undid you. Goe I pray: But never look to see me my owne woman again. How long will you stay forth?
A fortnight at the least; and a moneth at the most.
Well, a fortnight at the least. Never woman took a more heavy departure. Kisse me. Farewel. Kiss me againe. I pray does your Horse amble, or trot? Do not ride post as you come home, I pray. Kisse me once more. Farewell.
Hay hoe! How I do gape.
What's a clock Bridget.
Past three forsooth.
Tis past sleeping time then, Bridget.
Nothing is past to those, that have a mind and means.
Who I forsooth? No forsooth.
I forsooth, and no forsooth? then I perceive you are forsooth. But I advise you to take head, how you levell your Affection towards me: I am your Mistris; And I hope you never heard of any Apprentice was so bold with his Mistris.
No indeed forsooth. I should be sorry there should be any such.
Nay, be not sorry neither Jeremy. Is thy Master gone? Look. A pretty youth, this same Jeremy! And is come of a good Race. I have heard my Mother say, his Father was a Ferretter—
He is gone forsooth.
Come hither Jeremy. Dost thou see this Handkerchief?
Yes forsooth.
I vow'd this Handkerchief should never touch any bodies face, but such a one, as I would intreat to lie with me.
Indeed forsooth!
Come hither Jeremy. There's a spot o'thy Cheek, let me wipe it off.
O Lord forsooth. I'le go wash it.
Heaven made this Boy of a very honest Appetite, sober Ignorance, and modest Understanding. My old Grandmothers Latine is verified upon him; Ars non habet Inimicum praeter Ignorantem. Ignorance is womans greatest Enemy. Who's within? Bridget.
Here forsooth.
Go your wayes to Mistresse Parmisan, the Cheesmongers Wife in old Fishstreet, and commend me to her; and intreat her to pray Mistresse Collifloore the Hearb-woman in the Old Change, that she will desire Mistris Piccadell in Bow-lane, in any hand to beseech the good old dry Nurse mother, Et cetera, shee knowes where, to provide me an honest, handsome, secret young man; that can write, and read written hand. Take your errand with you; that can write and read written hand.
I warrant you forsooth.
So, now will I meditate, take a nap, and dreame out a few fancies.
ACT I. Sene II.
WEE take our leaves Mr. Crasy, and wish good Journey to you.
Farewell good Mr. Crasy.
Adiue Brother.
Iterum iterumque vale.
Heartily Godbuy, good Mr. Crasy.
Nay but Gentlemen: A little of your patience you all know your own Debts, and my almost impudent necessiries, satisfie me, that J may discharge others. Will you suffer me to sink under my Freenes? shall my goodnesse, and ready Pietie undoe me? Sir Andrew Ticket, you are a profest Courtier, and should have a [...]ender sense of honor. This is your day of payment for two hundred pound.
Blood of Bacchus, tis true, tis my day, what then? Dost take me for a Cittizen, that thou thinkest I'll keep my day? No, thou'st find that I am a Courtier, let my day keep me and 'twill. But dost heare? Come to the Court. J will not say what I will do for thee. But come to the Court. I ow the two hundred pounds: I'll not deny't, if thou ask seven years hence for't, farewell. I say no more, but come to the Court, and see if I will know thee.
O, Sir, now you are in favour, you will know no body.
True: tis just. Why should we, when we are in favour know any body; when, if we be in disgrace, no body will know us? Farewell honest Tradesman.
That is Synonima for a fool. An ironicall Epithite, upon my Facunditie.
O Master Sarpego! I know you will satisfie your own driblet of ten pound, I lent you out of my Purse.
Diogenes Laertius on a certaine time, demanding of Cornelius Tacitus an Areopagit of Syracusa; what was the most Commodious and expeditest method to kill the Itch, answered—
Answer me my monyes I beseech you.
Peremptorily, Careo Supinis; I want money. I confesse, some driblets are in the Debet. But, me [Page] thinks, that you being a Man of Wit, Braine, Forecast and Forehead, should not be so easie, (I will not say foolish, for that were a figure) as to lend a Philosopher money, that cryes, when he is naked, Omnîa mea mecum porto. Well Sir, J shall ever live to wish, that your owne Lanthorne may be your direction; and that, where ever you travell, the Cornu copia of Abundance may accompany you. Yes sure shall I. Vive valeque.
Why look you Brother, It was thought, that I had a tender Pericranion; or, in direct Phrase, that I was an unthristy fool. Signior no: you shall now find, that I cannot only keep mine own, but other mens. It is rightly said, He that is poor in Appetite, may quickly be rich in Purse. Desire little; covet little; no not your own: And you shall have enough.
Enough?
Yes Brother, litle enough. I confesse I am your Debtor for the loane of some hundred Marks. Now you have need: who has not? you have need to have it. I have need to pay it. Here's need of all hands. But Brother, you shall be no looser by me. Purchase Wit; Get wit (look you) wit. And Brother, if you come to the Court, now my Mother and my Father have bought me an Office there, so you will bring my Sister with you, I will make the best shew of you that I can. It may chance to set you up againe, Brother; tis many an honest mans fortune, to rise by a good Wife. Farewell sweet Brother. Prithee grow rich againe; and weare good Cloaths, that we may keep our Acquaintance still. Farewell, deare Brother. Exit.
Mr. Rufflit—
VVhat, does thy fist gape for mony from me?
I hope it is not the fashion, for a Gallant of fashion, to break for so small a Portion as the summe of an hundred Angells.
For a Gallant of fashion to break, for a Gallant of fashion? Dost thou know what a Gallant of fashion is? I'll tell thee. It is a thing that but once in three Moneths has money in his Purse; A creature made up of Promise and Protestation: A thing that foules other mens Napkins: towseth other Mens Sheets, flatters all he feares, contemns all he needs not, sterves all that serve him, and undoes all that trust him. Dost ask me mony, as I am a Gallant of fashion, I do thee Curtesie, I beat thee not.
I lent it you on your single word.
Tis pittie but thou shouldest loose thy Freedom for it: you Tradesmen have a good Order in your Citty, Not to lend a Gentleman money without a Cittizen bound with him: But you forsooth scorne Orders! By this light, tis pitty thou loosest not thy Freedome for it. VVell, when I am flush, thou shalt feel from mee, Farewell. Prithee learne to have some witt. A handsome streight young fellow, grown into a pretty Bear, with a proper bodyed VVoman to his VVife, and cannot beare a Braine! Farewell. Dost heare? Be rul'd by me, Get money, do, Get money and keep it; wouldst thrive? Be rather a knave then a Fool. How much dost say I ow thee?
Fifty pound.
Thou art in my Debt. I have given the Counsell worth threeskore, Dog-cheap, well I'll rent the odde mony.
Strange mad fellows these same, Mr. Crasie, me thinks to deale withall.
You are right Mr. Linsie wolsie▪ I would my Genius had directed me, to deale alwayes with such [Page] honest neighbourly men as your selfe. I hope you will not deny me a Curtesie.
Not I, I protest, what is it?
You took once a Jewell of me, which you sold for thirty pound, for which I have your Bond for sixty, at your day of mariage. If you will now, because I want present money, give me but twenty pound, I'll acquit you.
My good friend Mr. Crasie, I have no tricks and Jerks to come over you, as the witty Gentleman had ere while: But I know a plaine bargaine is a plaine bargaine: and wit is never good till it be bought. If twentie pound will pleasure you, upon good security I will procure it you. A hundred if you please, do you mark Mr. Crasie? On good security. Otherwise you must pardon me, Mr. Crasie. I am a poore Tradesman Mr. Crasie, keep both a Linnen and a VVollen Drapers shop, Mr. Crasie, according to my name, Mr. Crasie, and would be loth to lend my money, Mr. Crasie, to be laught at among my Neighbours, Mr. Crasie, as you are Mr. Crasie. And so fare you wel, Mr. Crasie.
O Master, Master, upon my knowledge, my Mistres is forced since your departure to be
What Jeremy?
Honest Sir. Get up your Debts as fast as you can abroad: For on my understanding (which great Iove knowes is but little) shee will take up more then your due at home easily.
Boy. Didst never observe at the Court gate, that the Lord was no sooner off from his Horse-back but the Lackey got up into the Saddle and rode home?
Yes Sir, tis common.
I scorne not my Betters Fortune. And what is not my sinne, shall never be my shame.
Introth I was faine to make my selfe an Asse, or else I had been tempted to have been a knave.
Boy, thou art now my Prentice. From hence be free. Poverty shall serve it selfe. Yet do one thing for me.
If it be in the power of my poore Sconce.
If ever it be in thy possible ability, wrong all Men, use thy wit, to abuse all things, that have but sence of wrong: For without mercie, all men have injur'd thy mistrustles Master, Milk'd my thoughts from my heart, and money from my Purse, and, last, laught at my Credulity. Cheat, chosen, live by thy Wits: Tis most manly, therefore most noble. Horses get their living by their Backs, Oxen by their necks, Swine and Women by their Flesh, Only man by his Braine. In briefe be a knave and prosper: For honesty has beggerd me.
Farewell Master. And if I put tricks upon some of them, let the end of the Comedie demonstrate.
I am resolv'd I will revenge. I never provok'd my braine yet. But now if I clap not fire in the tayles of some of these Samsons Foxes—seems my defect of Fortune want of wit? Noe.
ACT. II.
Scene I.
EGregious and most great of Expectation, my right dignified and truly Cice [...]onian Pupill, now that I have brought you into the Amoene fields with my ready thankfullnesse for the loane of this ten pound, I commit you to the grace of Court.
I shall expect that money shortly. Care to send it; For I purchas'd my place at a rack'd recompence.
Your Sarpego is no slipperie Companion. You know I am to marry, and this money shall provide me Complements.
‘Sis bonus o faelixque tuis. I pede fausto.’Belov'd of Phoebus, Minion of the Muses, deare Water Bayley of Helicon, let it not be distastfull to thy Divine eares, to receive the humble Petition of a poore Creature, made miserable by the policie of Providence. That thy rare and absolute Mu [...]ficence might supply what fortune had l [...]st defective: I kisse thy learned toes.
I tell thee, by the Axiomes of the Peripateticall Aristotle, thou art a Monster. My reward shall be therefore like thy selfe, monstrously lame. This is a figure in Eloquution call'd Apoxegesis.
I am not fed with Figures Sir.
You are an idle vagabond, and lye in wait for the blood of the learned. Labour, and live.
Right eloquent and well-phrased Sir, my education has been liberall. I sometimes fed my flock on horned Parnassus: But my wants forc'd me to my Sword.
You did peradventure sip on the top of Science, Primoribus labijs, or so, but did not convert it in Succum & sanguinem.
That I may ever remaine a true man—Extend.
The Sun, Moon and the seven Planets are my invoked witnesses, I should be grieved, that necessity should make me grow violent on so adored, adorned Grammaticall Disciplinary—Be gracious in Contribution—Sir—
J will give thee an infinite treasure. Sis integer vitae, scelerisque purus. Vale poore Rogue.
Sir, this Sword can bite—But, J know you had rather give it freely out of your own Proclivitie.
Yes I protest, as I am Erudite. Here dreadfull Mavortian, the poor price of a Dinner.
If I might in modesty importune the poore price of a Supper too.
I do speak it in the Optative Mood, I do wish it lay in the modell of my Fortune to give harbour to your shaken state, yet receive this with appeased clutch.
If I might not seem audacious even to impudence, I poore Freshman in Literature, would implore [Page] of your well-salted, & best season'd vertue, some larger allowance to supply my defects of Rayment, Books, and other necessaries: which magnificence shall ever intitle you, my most bounteous Macaenas. Be induc'd to it Sir.
Yes, yes, yes, that you may know how deare you are to me; Know this is more then usuall largesse—for non omnibus dormio—There's a Figure too.
O yes Sir, I understand this Figure too very well. Now deare Mecenas, let me implore a Purse to inclose these Monyes in—Nay if you impart not with a chearfull forhead, Sir
Vae misero mihi! sweet Purse adieu. Iterum iterumque vale.
May you be importun'd to do it, Sir.
You shall have it instantly. I will only deprome, or take out a little stuffing first.
Tis no matter. As it is, As it is, good Sir, as it is. Jle accept it as it is. Most fragrant-phrased Master, suffer thy selfe [...]o be intreated. Doe—
You have most powerfully perswaded: Take it.
Most exorbitantly bounteous Mecenas, you have given me all this, have you not?
Yes, yes, and you have taken all that, have you not?
Yes, yes, but as your gift. Iove blesse thy browes, and make cleer thy Phisnomy. Vale. Your learned Worship stincks.
Now Barbarisme, Incongruity, and false Orthography shame thee; The curse of Priscian take thee. All the parts of speech [Page] defie thee. All the Interjections of sorrow, as Heu hei▪ of Shunning, as Apage; of Disdaining, as Hem vah; of Scorning, as Hui; of Exclaiming, as Proh Deum atque hominum fidem take thee. My deare Pupils lendings hast thou lewdly lick'd away: And sorrowfull Sarpego is lick'd dry. There's a figure left yet! But ô thou Castalion Traytor, Pick-purse of Parnassus, and Hang-man of Helicon: Dives thirst in thy Throat; Ixions wheel on thy back; Tantalus hunger in thy guts; and Sisyphus stone in thy Bladder.
O fearfull curse! Well; I haye given my first pinch, and a little scratch'd my Goat-bearded Grammarian, that Broke jests on my uncunning easiness. But he with the rest shall feele, that modest Simplicity is not alwayes a defect of wit, but will: What my willing honesty hath seem'd to loose, my affected deceits shall recover. I'le rid 'em one after another, like Guts, till they shall stink worse then Jewes.
ACT. II. Scene 2.
Bridget.
Here forsooth.
Bridget, I say.
Here, Lady.
Yes indeed, Madame Josina Crasie.
No; not Crasie; hang Crasie: Crasie is my Husbands name. I wonder why Women must be called by their Husbands names, I.
O, they must forsooth.
And why not men by their Wives?
Marrie forsooth, because that Men, when they marry, become but halfe men: And the other half goes to their Wives. And therefore she is called Woman; where before she was call'd but Mayd.
Is a married Man but halfe a Man? what is his other halfe then?
Truly, oftentimes, Beast. Which part the wife gives to boot, in exchange of her name. One knocks.
Heark, some body knocks; goe see. What should any body knock at my Garden door for? I doe not use to be visited in my Garden.
Yonders a Gentleman craves admittance to converse with you.
I'le converse with no Gentleman. What have I to do with Gentlemen?
A fair-spoken, comely, modest Gentleman he is.
Is he so? I'le speak with no modest Gentleman▪ You were best be his Bawd. But are you sure he is a true Gentleman? does he weare clean Linnen, and lack Money?
Here he comes forsooth.
He is very confident, and forward, me thinks.
Exquisite; very Elixir of Beauty, vouchsafe to receive the tender of my Faith to you; which I protest is zealously devoted to your particular service.
You may speak lowder Sir: for I assure you, my Mayd is very thick of hearing, and exceeding weake sighted.
Then, Lady, let it be spoken in bold phrase, I love you.
I thank you Sir. How should I stile you, pray?
My name is Pulse-feel: A poor Doctor of Physick, that weares three-pile velvet in his Cap; has paid a quarters rent of his house afore-hand; and as meanly as he stands here, was made Doctor beyond the Seas. I vow (as I am right Worshipfull) the taking of my Degree cost me twelve French crowns, and five and thirty pound of salt Butter in upper Germany. I can make your beauty, and preserve it; Rectifie your Body, and maintain it; perfume your skin; tinct your haire; enliven your Eye; Heighten your Appetite. As for Gellies, Dentifrices, Diets, Minerall Fucusses, Pomatums, Fumes, Italian Masks to sleep in, either to moysten, or [Page] dry the Superficies of your face; paugh, Gallen was a Goose, and Paracelsus a Patch to Doctor Pulse-feel▪ Make me then happy, deare sweeting, in your private [...]avours: The which I vow with as much secrefie, constancie and Resolution, to preserve, as you, with Bounty, sweetnesse and Freenes shall impart.
I protest you speak very farre within me; I respect you most affectionatly.
Then Ile attend you at your Chamber: where the best pleasure, youth, Cupid can minister shall entertaine you.
Entertain me with pleasure? what pleasure I pray you?
Nothing but kisse you Lady, and so forth.
Well, for kissing and so forth, I care not; But look for no dishonesty at my hands, I charge you.
I will be provident.
And honest, I beseech you: And secret, and resolute, I advise you.
Good.
And very chast I command you. But a kisse, and so forth.
I understand you. This be my pledg of faith.
And this of mine.—The thought of me rest with you. And heare you Doctor; I prithee procure me some young Fellow, that can write: For I am so troubled with Letters, that I neither read nor answer—
Rely upon me. I can fit you rarely. I know a well qualified fellow, that danceth rarely, playes on divers [Page] Instruments, and withall is close.
I marry, Close! Pray let me have him. Kisse and adiew.
I will maintain it. He only, that knows it, permits, and procures it, is truly a Cuckold. Some fellow would be divorc'd now. Crasie, speak; wilt be divorc'd? why, what and I were? why then thou art an Asse, Crasie. Why Sir? why Sir! why prithee tell me, what would thy Divorce hurt her? It would but give her more liberty. Shee should have bounteous Customers; Gallants, that would hoist her tires, bestow deep on her. And she should be paid for't. You speak somewhat to the matter Sir. Nay Crasie, believe it, though she be not a very modest woman for a Wife, thou mayst force her to be a reasonable private wench for a Whore. Say you so? Birlady, and I'le take your Counsell. 'Tis a pretty Drabb. I know not where to compasse such another? troth Sir, I'le follow your advice.
What art thou?
One Sir (I dare tell you in private) that can conduct you to a more lovely Creature, then her you last courted.
A young Pimpe, a very sucking-pig Pimpe! What an Age is this, when children play at such great game! So young, so forward!
This Infant piece of Impudence ama [...]es me. Prithee what art thou? or whom dost thou serve, or broke for.
As delicate a piece of Woman-flesh as ever Mortall laid lip to. O she is all Venus! And, to come close to you, shee wants a Physician. You are one I take it: I am a foole else.
I am catch'd? This habite will betray me. What is shee, I say.
For what wants she a Physitian?
For what you please, when you come to her. Sir, upon my life, shee's free from any Disease, but the Counterfeits. Will you know all Sir? she wants a wi [...]e mans counsell to assist her in getting a Husband. I take hold of you for that wise man, shee relyes upon my Election. Will you go Sir? Tis in an exceeding civill [Page] house; a precise one, indeed. Know you not Mr. Linsey Woolsey?
Not at his house?
Pardon me Sir. At his very house. All the wise wenches i'the Town will thwack to such Sanctuaries, when the times are troublesome, and Troopers trace the streets in terror.
Prithee, what call'st thy Mistres?
There she lies Sir, by the name of Mistresse Tryman; a rich young Cornish Widdow; though she was borne in Clearken-well; and was never halfe a dayes Journey from Bride well in her life. Her Father was a Pinn-maker—Sings.
Will you along Sir?
ACT II. Scene II.
A Widdow! what is shee? or of whence?
A lustie young wench, they say: A Cornish Girle; able to wrastle downe stronger Chines then any of ours.
But how is she purs'd, Jack? Is she strong that way?
Prettie well for a younger Brother; worth 7 or 8 thousand pound.
How man!
You are a married man, and cannot Rivall me▪ I would not else be so open to you.
I sweare Ile help thee all I can. How didst find her out?
I have intelligence, that never failes me, shee came to town neither but very lately; and lodg'd at Mr. Wolseys.
Who, Linsy wolsie, the Hermaphroditicall Draper! That's a precious No [...]t-headed Rascall. Hee'll goe neare to ayme at her himselfe.
Like enough. He may aime at her: But shee will be hit by none but a Gentleman, that I heare [...] Oh shee has a fierce Ambition to a Ladyship, though her late Husband was a Tanner.
A Tanner, well Jack, cake heed how thou ventur [...]st on her to make her a Gentlewoman: She will kill [...]hee at her Husbands occupation before thou wile be able to make her Hide gentle. Thou w [...] find a tough peece of Curriers work on her. Look who here is.
Truly▪ Mr. Toby Sneakup, me thinks I find an alteration in my selfe already.
Nay, I told you; would you but give your Mind to it, you would be a Gentleman quickly.
How's this? let's stand aside a [...]tle.
Sure, hee's about to turne himselfe into a Gentleman to winne to the Widdow!
And what a Tutor he has pickt out to instruct him!
Me thinks I love the name of a Gentleman a great deale better then I did.
But could you find in your heart to lend a Gentleman a score of Angells, Mr. Wolsey, on his word?
Uhm—I is not gone so farre upon me yet.
Oh, but it m [...]st though, I know it. A Citizen can never be a Gentleman, till he has lent all, or almost all his money to Gentlemen. What a while it was ere the rich Joyners son was a Gentleman? when I my selfe was a Gentleman first, my mony did so burne in my Pockets, that it cost me all that ever I had, or could borrow, or steal from my Mother.
But Mr. Toby, a man may be a Countrey Gentleman, and keep his money, may he not?
You see Sir, This Widdow is remov'd from the Countrey into the City, to avoyd the multiplicity of Country Gentlemen that were here [...]uitors. Nay you must be a Citty Gallant; or a Courtier.
I see no Courtiers, but are more apt to borrow, then to [...]end.
I, those that were born, or bred Courtiers I grant you, But to come to't at your yeares—
I can the sooner learne. Your Courtier Sir, I pray.
Ile tell you in a breife character was taught me. Speake nothing that you mean, performe nothing that you promise, pay nothing that you owe, flatter all above you, scorne all beneath you, deprave all in private, praise all in publike; keepe no truth in your mouth, no faith in your heart; no health in your bones, no freindship in your mind, no modesty in your eyes, no Religion in your conscience; but especially, no Money in your Purse.
O that Article spoyles all.
If you do, take heed of spending it on any thing but Panders, Puncks, and Fidlers; for that were most unfashionable.
I thank you Sir, for your Courtly and Gentlemanlike instructions, and wish you grace to follow them: I have seen too fearfull an example lately in my neighbour Crasy, whose steps I list not trace; nor lend my Money to be laught at among my Neighbours. Fare you well Sir.—
Ha ha ha.
Mr. Wolsie! Well met. How does your faire Guest at home, Mrs. Tryman?
How should he come to the knowledge of her? Some of these Gallants will snatch her up, if I prevent not speedily.
Why speak you not Mr. Wolsie? How does the Widow?
Truly not well Sir. Whether it be wearinesse of her journey, change of ayre, or dyet, or what I know not; something has distemperd her.
Or Love, perhaps of you Mr. Wolsie.
Me? Alasse, I look like no such Gentleman.
You may in a short time.
Harke hither Mr. Wolsie.
We overheard you man: And I guest as much before.
Tis very true Sir, shee is worth nine thousand pound: But marry she will not'but a Gentleman: And I think I have beat him off o'th condition, I have put him off o' that scent for ever, with a false character, Heaven and the Court forgive me.
Thou hast introth Boy: And on purpose to have her thy selfe, I perceive it.
He does not. He's an Asse.
Well, if I were a Batchelor, I should envy thy wit, and thy fortune. Is she very handsome?
So so: You shall see wee'll make a shift with her.
Mr. Wolsie, I would you had her with all my heart; you shall not want my good word and best wishes.
Do you speak this in earnest Sir, or as you are a Courtier:
In earnest I, and as I am a Gentleman.
Then in earnest, and as I am an honest man, I do not beleeve you. Mr. Toby Sneakup has told me what Gentlemen and Courtiers are, too lately.
Mr. Sneakup▪ well met.
Good Mr. Rufflit.
O here he is! Mr. Wolsie, indeed my Master Wolsie, if ever you will see my Mistres your Sweetheart alive, you must goe home presently.
My Sweetheart!
I thinke shee is; and that in death she will be so. I speak by what she sayes, and others think.
Tis the Widows Boy,
Is she sicker then she was.
O shee is even speechlesse, and calls for you exceedingly. I fetcht a Doctor to her, and he can do her no good. Master Sarpego has made her Will and all.
Has shee given me any thing?
Quickly goe and see Sir, you will come too late else, I am going to get the Bell to towle for her.
Fare ye well Gentlemen.
Tic. Ruff. Nay, wee'll along with you.
Sing.
ACT. III.
Scene I.
LOok up Mistres.
Jo. Take a good heart, the worst is past, feare not.
Ah, ah, ah.
Reach the Bottle againe of Doctor Stephens water.
No no, apply more warme cloaths to her stomack, there the matter lyes which sends this distemperature into her braine. Be of good cheer Gentlewoman.
Is Mr Wolsie there?
Nothing but Mr. Wolsie ever in her mouth.
Pray Sir, how do you like her? I am much affraid of her.
Let me see, to night it will be full Moon. And she scape the turning of the next Tyde, I will give her a gentle Vomit in the morning, that shall ease her stomack of this conflux of venomous humours, and make her able to sit a hunting Nag within this sennight.
A rare man sure. And, I warrant, well seen in a Woman▪
Uh, uh, uh, uh.
Well sayd, spit out gently, straine not your selfe too hard.
Agh—fagh.
Tis very well done. La'you. Her colour begins to come. Ile lay all my skill to a messe of Tewksbury Mustard, shee sneezes thrice within these three houres—
Good Sir want nothing, that your skill shall approve necessary in this time of need. Good Wives and kinde Neighbours, I thanke you for your cares.
Is Mr. Wolsie there?
She does nothing but call for you Sir, pray speak to her.
Where's Mr. Wolsie.
Here Lady. How do you?
Then I am even well me thinks—agh—agh—
Shee's very farr gone I feare, how do you find her disease Sir?
Dangerous enough Sir. For shee is sicker in minde then in body. For I finde most plainely the effects of a deep melancholly, falne through her distemperature of passion upon her Liver; much disordering, and withall wasting the vitals, leaving scarce matter for Physick to worke on. So that her minde receiving [Page] the first hurt, must receive the first cure.
Agh agh ah—pagh fagh—
So so: Straine not your selfe too hard. No hurt; so so.
Here's melancholly and choller both in plenty.
He speaks with great reason, me thinks, and to the purpose, I would I understood him.
Do you not know▪ Sir, any that has offended her by open injury, or unkindnesse?
Alas Sir, no such thing could happen since her coming hither.
Then, on my life, tis Love that afflicts her.
Oh oh uh oh—
I have toucht her to the quick. I have found her disease, and that you may prove the abler Doctor in this extremity.
Who I? Alas I beleeve no such matter.
Mr. Wolsie, Mr. Wolsie.
Here he is Lady. Pray speak your minde to him. Must I pull you to her? Here he is. What do you say to him? Pray speak.
Oh no, no no no—
She hath something troubles her that concernes onely you. Pray take her by the hand, do as I intreat you. Lady we will go, and leave you in private awhile, if you please.
Pray do. O but do not, pray do not.
Do you perceive nothing in this passion of hers?
How does she feel your hand?
O, she does so quiddle it, shake it, and gripe it!
You are then the man Sir, the happy man. For she shall recover suddenly.
Who I? Alack a day.
What will you have me dye intestate. Is not my Will made, as I directed?
Where are you Mr. Sarpego, with the Will.
Ad manum. Sweet Buds of Generosity, forbeare you may Admirare, at the abundance here specified: But not find a Legacie bequeath'd among you
We expect nothing.
I only wish your health, Lady; and that it may, or might have been my happiness to sue to you for Love; as I do now to the highest power for Life.
Would I were married to her, as shee is; and twere but for an hower, I car'd not. Had my mother been but acquainted with her, before shee fell sick, here had been a match!
O Dij immortales! A rich Widdow shall have Suiters on her Death-bed.
Good Sir, It is too late to speak of these things. I only crave and wish your prayers in your absence: This place can yield no pleasure to you I know. Mr. Wolsey, pray your hand againe: I could be even content to live me thinks, if I had but such a man as you to my Huh, uh, uh, uh.—
By your leave. Pray by your leave. Help Women. Beare up her Body a little. Bow it forwards. So, speak to her, Sr. Good Lady drink of this Cordyal.
How do you now forsooth?
What now shee is drinking—Now speake Sir, you or no man must do her good.
How do you forsooth?
Well said Sir, speak chearfully to her.
How dee doe? how dee doe, Mistris Tryman How ist now, ha?
Very comfortably spoken!
I, was it not?
Alas shee cannot speak. I'll call my Neighbour Mistres Sneakup. If any body can make her speak, 'tis shee.
I'll call my Mother for you. Shee will make her speak, if shee have but a word left in her belly—Masse here shee comes.
How comes it Mr. Wolsey, that you have a Gentlewoman sick in your house, and not send for me? Let me feel her hand. Alasse she is shrewdly distemper'd. When had shee a stoole Sir, Prithee Daughter step home to my Closet, and bring the Viall of—my owne Water, which stands next to my blew Velvet Cabinet.
That's my Doctor was with me to day
Shee's a young Gentlewoman; may have many Children yet, let me note her eyes: I finde nothing there. When did you see her water Mr. Doctor?
What Devill sent this fury among us?
In troth I beshrew you, Mr. Wolsey, you sent not for me, but I hope I come not too late. Pluck up a Womens heart, you shall find a good Neighbour of me.
I will thank you in my Will. I shall not live to thank you otherwise.
Alas talk not of your will. You shall have time enough to think of that many yeares hence.
I tell her so, Lady, yet shee calls for it still.
Pray let me see it, that I may signe it. Ʋh Ʋh—
Lord how my Daughter stayes. Good Sir Andrew Ticket! worthy Mr. Rufflit! My Sonne Tobias is highly honor'd in your noble Acquaintance, and Courtly conversation.
We rather hold our selves dignified, in being his indear'd Companions.
I assure you Mother, we are the three of the Court.
I most intirely thank you for him. And I do beseech you make your selves no strangers to my poor house. Wee are alone; can give but light entertainement, my Daughter and I; since my Sonne Crasies misfortune drave him from us—
O welcome Daughter—I beseech you noble Sirs estrange not your selves to us, your Servants.
Pox o'your Complement.
Give me the Viall Daughter. Take up the Lady. Tast of this. It is a Composition of mine owne distilling.
Uh, uh, uh, umh—
Well done. Nay it will make you break wind, I tell you.
By the service I owe you sweet Mistres, tis unfained. My Wife desires to see you.
As I can best witnesse; And feares you enjoy not the libertie of a Woman, since your Husbands departure. [Page] Your Brother having promis'd too, to conduct you to Court.
It is confest, and I will do it.
Where the best entertainment a poore Ladyes chamber can afford, shall expect you.
I shall embrace it.
Sfoot, tis time to part you—Mistres, I beseech your help, joyn'd with your vertuous Mothers.
You forget the young man, that can Dance Write, and keep Counsell.
I forget you not Lady. But I wish you to beware of these Courtiers, till I tell you what they are:
I'll be hang'd if this Doctor be not of her smock Counsell.
How is it now, good heart?
Much enlightned, I thank Heaven and you. Now, pray, read Sir my Will.
In Dei nomine. Amen.
O let us heare the Will.
I Iane Tryman of Knockers hole, in the County of Cornwall, Widdow, Sick in Body, but whole in Mind, and of perfect memory, do make my last Will and Testament, in Manner and Forme following.
As for the Manner and Forme tis no matter. To the Legacies, briefly.
Hum hum. Imprimis, A Dole of Bread to be given to the Poore of this Parish—five pound.
Stay. This I intreat of you Mr. Wolsey, that whether I live or dye, this Dole may be given to morrow. It was the Charge of my Mother to see it done; Saying, it was better to take the Prayers of the Poore with me, then leave them to be sent after.
It shall be done: and you, I hope, shall see it.
To Mr. Sarpego, the Writer hereof, A Mourning [Page] Gown, and forty pound, to Preach at the Funerall.
How! forty pound?
Di boni! No. Tis forty shillings. Item to my Nephew, Sir Marmaduke Trevaugh an of St. Minever, one thousand pound in Gold. Item to my Nephew Mr. Francis Trepton, one thousand pound in Gold. Item to my Kinsman, Sir Stephen Leggleden, I do forgive two thousand pound, for which his Lands are Mortgaged to me. Item to his Daughter, my God-daughter Iane Leggleden, five hundred pound in money; my best Bason and Ewer; two silver Flaggon Pots, and three silver and gilt standing Cups. Item to the poore of the Parish of Knockers-hole, ten pound, and forty pound towards the reparation of their Church. Item to Mr. Linsey wolsey the Ring, which was my Wedding Ring, and fifty other Rings, with severall stones in my Trunck, in his house, valued at two hundred and fifty pounds. Item to all his servants, and to the Women that attended me in my sicknesse, five pound a piece.
Now the Lord receive her to his mercy.
My Legacy will save her life; for never any body dyed yet, that bequeathed me any thing.
Item, to my Page Jeffery Crack forty pound. And all my other Servants ten pound a peice. Item to my Neece Barbara Tredrite five hundred pound; my second Bason and Ewer, a dozen of silver Dishes, and four dozen of silver Spoones. Lastly, all the rest of my Lands, Jewels, Plate, Money, Debts, Moveables and Unmoveables, to my dear and loving Brother, Sir Gregory Flamsted, whom I make my full Executor. In cujus rei testimonium, &c. This is the briefe of it.
Tis well. Onely add to it—Ʋh—A Gold Chaine also in my Trunk to this vertuous Gentlewoman. [Page] And another Chaine, that is there of Pearle, to her Daughter. To this learned Doctor twenty pound. And to the Gentlemen which have visited me, for them and their freinds an hundred pound to be spent in a Banckquet.
Hoc nihil refert. I must write all over againe then.
Do so then. And make your forty shillings five pound.
Gratias vel ingentes ago. It shall be done—
Now Mr. Wolsie, and your vertuous Neighbour here, I intreat, that when I have signed this Will, that you keep it til my Brother comes to Town. This Doctor shall direct you in all. And that he may be the better able so to do, I desire you all that I may a while be private with him.
With all our hearts.
Are they all gone?
Now Mr. Doctor, what think you of the sick Widow?
Has she done her part hitherto?
Beyond my expectation! Better then I for a Doctor.
You are right. And I am even the same for a Widow as you for a Doctor. Do not I know you? Yes good Mr. Crasy. I dare trust you, because you must trust me. Therefore know, that I the rich Widow am no better, then a Lady that must live by what I beare about me. The vulgar translation you know, but let them speak their pleasure, I have no Lands, and since I am borne, must be kept, I may make the best of my owne, and if one member maintaine the whole body, what's that to any one?
I collected as much by your young Whiskin that brought me hither.
It was by my direction that he did so. And, by my Instructions, he has had an Eye upon you in all your disguises ever since your pretended [...]ourney out of Towne. Nay startle not, nor muse at my acquaintance with you: I have had you in my Purlews, before you were a Freeman: And will hereafter give you certaine tokens of it. In the mean time, if you comply with me, you can be no loofer by it. I am grown weary of my old course; and would faine, by wiser, do my selfe good, before Age or Diseases make it too late.
I will work close and friendly with thee. Therefore say, this rich Cockscombe is thine owne. O here comes your Pigg-wiggen.
He is of Counsell, and one of us. He is indeed my Brother, and has been one of the true blew Boyes of the Hospitall; one of the sweet singers to the City Funeralls with a two penny loafe under his arme.
Well: He never sung to the wheele in Saint Brides Nunnery yonder.
Nay Jeff, be not angry; thou hast sung to the Organs I know, till fearing their downfall, thou betookst thy selfe into my more certaine service. All freinds, good Jeff.
Yes, yes, we must all agree, and be linckt in Covenant together.
By Indenture Tripartite, and't please you, like Subtle, Doll, and Face.
Witty Jeff. I cannot see which can be spar'd from the rest, least the whole trade break.
Thou art a brave Lad, and in the high way of preferment.
Not the high Holborne way, I hope Sir.
And for you Damsell, as I sayd before, say to your selfe, the Match is yours.
I mean to say, and know it shortly. Some three dayes hence all may be compleated. Now draw the Curtaines; and follow your affaires, while I put on my sick Face againe. Ʋh, uh, uh.
ACT. III. Scene II.
NOw could I Accost that Catlinarian Traytor, that defeated me of my ten pound, I have a precogitated Oration should make him suspend himselfe. But Abiit, evasit, erupit. Or if the rich Widow would have dyed, there had been a supply. But she is nearer a Nuptiall, then a Funerall: And hopelesse Sarpego, that should wed, has not to furnish him to his intent, Vae mihi misero nec Aurum, nec Argent—tum! Here comes my Beatitude.
O, are you here Sir? I was to seek you. My old Mistresse would speak with you instantly.
My Legitimate Spouse, when is our day of conjunction?
Our day of conjunction? Mary faugh Goodman Fiste. Our day of conjunction?
Did you not once vow you did love me?
Did not you once swear you had money?
Hic jacet, I am now but a dead man.
O where's Mr. Sarpego? Fortunate Mr. Sarpego? Venerable Mr. Sarpego? O Sir, you are made. Never thinke under right worshipfull. Imagine nothing beneath Damasque Gownes, Velvet Jackets, Satten Sleeves, Silk Nightcaps, two Pages and a Footcloth.
The Son of Phoebus rectifie your Brain-pan.
Indeed, and't shall please your Worship, it is—
It is! What is it? You will be speaking, will you? And your Wife in presence, will you? you shew your bringing up. Master Sarpego, blesse the time that ever you knew the Progeny of the Sneakups: my worshipfull Son and Heire apparent hath preferred you to be the young Prince his Tutor. Here's Mr. Holywater, a Gentleman; of place, a Courtier; of Office, is sent for you.
Right fortunately-learned Sir. So passionately doth his Grace approve the Language, Literature, and Haviour of your sometimes Pupill, Master Tobias Sneakup.
Umh.
That I was, with all expedition, commanded to intreat your instant Attendance.
Umh Umh—
'Tis even so Sir; You are like to possess a Princes eare; you may be in place, where you may scorn your foes; countenance your friends; cherish vertue, controule vice, and despise fortune: Yes sure shall you Sir. And (which I had almost forgot) your old Pupill intreats you to send him by me the ten pound he lent you: An od ten pound, that he may be furnish'd with the more seemly Complements to conduct you to his Grace.
Quid nunc?
Whist Mr. Sarpego. Let not your poverty be read in your face. Here's ten pieces. Bear it as your own payment: You talk of ten pound for my Son, Sir.
O, an od driblet. Here, Friend, I use not to carry Silver: Convey it in Gold.
I hope, dear Love, you will not forget your affection to me now.
Poor Maid, I will prefer thee to scratch my head; make my Bed; wash my Shirt, pick my toes, and evacuate my Chamberpot. I will instantly procure mee attire, fitting my fortune, and attend the Grace of Court—
Now am I but a dead woman.
I am much griev'd for't. It was your sonnes much labouring, that Mr. Crasie was sent for, to sell his Grace some Jewells: But since his fortunes are so sunk that he hides his head, I can but lament his losse.
Shall I tell you Sir, (pray you husband stand aside;) My Son-in-Law Crasie is not now worth—his very wife. We hop'd he would have prov'd a crafty Merchant, and he prov'd an honest man, a Begger (if I chance to speak above your capacity, I pray tell me of [Page] it) And as I said, when I perceiv'd he began to melt, and that every stranger abused him; I, having some wit, fell too, and most cozen'd him my self. I look'd for my daughters good: And so betwixt us, found the trick to get, or steale from him two Jewells of good deep value, being indeed the main of his rest of Fortune. Now Sir, I come to you.
I, now you come to the point.
Right Sir: For there is no woman, though she use never so many by-words, but yet in the end she will come to the point. Now Sir, I having these Jewells, will send them by my husband. A poor easie weak man, as you see; but very obedient in truth—
By your husband.
Yes, do you mark? By my husband. But now note my wit: His Grace knows not Crasie: My husband, habited like a Citizen, shall take the name of Crasie upon him; offer his Jewells to the Prince; you shall present them; praise them and raise them: His Grace payes; my husband returns; and we will share. Do you approve?
Nay admire.
Away then. No Complement among good wits; but away. Come your ways hither, good man; Put off your hat; Make a leg; Look simply. Why so! Pish, ne're tell me: He will make a rare Citizen. I have Jewells for you to carry to the Prince.
Yes forsooth, I'le carry them.
La! you are so quick! I have charg'd you not to shoot your bolt, before you understand your mark. And you shall carry them like a Citizen; call your self Crasie; sell them at my price; and now cast no further. You see the limits of your understanding. Now Sir, how will you bear your self to his Grace? [Page] How behave your selfe at Court?
I hope I am not too wise to learne.
Why, that was well spoken. Modest mistrust is the first step to knowledge. Remember that sentence. Now mark. I will instruct you: When you come at the Court gate, you may neither knocke nor pisse. Do you mark? You go through the Hall cover'd; through the great Chamber cover'd; through the Presence bare; through the Lobby cover'd; through the Privy Chamber bare; through the Privy Lobby cover'd; to the Prince bare.
I'le doe't I warrant you. Let me see. At the Court gate neither knock nor make water. May not a man break wind?
Umh, yes: but (like the Exchequer payment) somewhat abated.
Through the great Chamber bare.
Cover'd.
Cover'd? Well: Through the Presence cover'd.
Bare.
Bare? I will put all dowe in my Table-book, and con it by the way.
Well thought on. Something he has in him like my husband! But now you come before the brow of Royalty. Now for your carriage there Sir: Suppose me the Prince. Come in, and present. Here sits the Prince. There enters the Jeweller. Make your honors. Let me see you do it handsomly.
Yes, now I come in; make my three legs—And then—
Kneele.
Yes; and say—
What?
Nay, that I know not.
An't please your Grace, I have certain Jewells to present to your liking.
An't please your Grace, I have certain Jewels to present to your liking.
Is this Crasie, that had wont to serve me with Jewells? It is that honest man, so please your Highnesse. That's for M. Holywater, the by-flatterer to speak. You are a Cuekoldly Knave, Sirrah, and have often abused me with false and deceitfull stones.
My stones are right, so please your Excellence.
Why that was well, Very well. I perceive there is a certain infection taken with lying with a woman that hath a good wit. I finde it by my husband. Come, I'le disguise you, and away to Court instantly.
Truly wife, I fear J shall be discover'd among the Gallants presently.
No, no, A fool is never discover'd among madmen.
ACT. III. Scene III.
WEll Dol, (that thou saist is thy name) though J had forgotten thee, J protest. About London-wall was it (saist thou?) Well, J cannot but highly commend thy wisdom in this, that so [Page] well hast mended thy election; from being a fountain of aches, bald brows, and broad plasters, thus to remember thy Creation.
I did consider, and I thinke rightly, what I was; and that men that lov'd my use, lov'd it but to loath me: Therefore I chang'd my self into this shape of a demure, innocent Countrey Widdow, that had scarce beauty enough to be tempted, but not wit enough to be naught; and quite forsook the path I trod in, and betook me to this private course of cozenage.
But all my wonder is at the means, how thou gott'st into this house and reputation. And to be held a woman of such an estate.
That shall bee made plaine to you hereafter.
Now Brother Geffrey, where left you M Wolsie?
Among the Mercers, so troubled, as if all the Sattin in Cheapside were not enough to make you a wedding Gowne. He is over-joy'd that his happy day is at hand; and I over-heard him invite one speciall friend to his Nuptialls. He cannot contain himself. On a sudden he fell a singing, O shee's a dainty Widdow. O are you come Sir, in your new shape? Dos not that beard fit you handsomly? Thank my acquaintance with the Players.
I thinke thou art acquainted any way, to set out knavery.
If you can perform your part as well, 'tis well. Heark, I hear him coming.
VVhere are you sweet Widdow? Look you, Look you: How do you like these patterns?
Sir, here's a Gentleman has a Letter to you: He tells me it imports the making, or the undoing of his dearest friend.
From whom, I pray you?
Your sometimes neighbor Sir, M: Crasy.
It shall take effect, doubt not.
He scratches his head, though.
He had as liefe part with his blood as his money.
M. Crasy writes to me for thirty pound; the value of a Ring I had of him. I grant I am to pay threescore at my day of Marriage. But we are all mortall. And who knowes whether I shall live till to morrow.
If not, Sir, your Bond is due to night: For it is equally payable at your hour of death.
O, but such payments never trouble a man. What the eye sees not—
Are you in Bonds, M. Woolsie, for your day of Marriage?
Only for this sixty pound. 'Tis for that Ring you weare, and I gave you upon our Contract. 'Tis worth thirty pound ready mony.
Then when you are married, you may say you paid the rest for your wife. Pray Sir make even such reckonings before you wed. It will shew nobly in you towards your poor Creditor, and be a speciall argument of your love to me, your wife. Pray discharge it, I shall not think you love me else.
Heark you Sir, if you will take thirty pound in full [Page] payment, and give me in my Bond, here is your mony. 'Tis your best course. Alas, I am an unlikely fellow for wedlock. What woman, thinke you, would bestow her self upon me, a stale Batchellor, unhandsome and poor—not worth above six or seven thousand pound? Do; take thirty pound.
If you please to be friend Mr. Crasy but wich thirty pound, Ile set it receiv'd upon the Bond. Here it is. And he shall demand no more till it be due.
Pray Sir pay it all, and take in your Bond. You shall be married within these two dayes; to morrow, if you please: VVhat use will your money yeeld you for a night? Pray pay it. In truth I'le pay it else. 'Tis but threescore pound.
Saist thou so, Sweetheart. Come Sir. Come in and tell your money—
And thank you too, good M. Linsie VVolsie, that knew so well, a bargaine was a bargaine, and would not part with your money to be laugh'd at among your neighbours. I would heartily now, if I could intend it. But I must purse your money, and then about my Court affairs. This wench I am infinitely beholden to. She remembers some old curtesie that I have forgotten. Perhaps I pidled with her when I was Prentice.
ACT. III. Scene IV.
THis is the Presence. I am much amaz'd, or stupified, that Mr. Tobias Sneakup, my quondam Pupill, attends not my Conduct! Ha! So instant was his Grace, his importunity to enjoy me, that although I purchased the loan of Cloaths, yet I had not vacation, nor indeed variety to shift my shirt. And now I come to Court, I feel certain little Cattell of infamous generation about me, that do most inseparably haunt me. Now if (when the Prince surveyes me) any of them being strangers here, should peep to behold strange sights, and his Grace perceive them, what should I answer?—
O, my glorified Pedant in his most naturall strut!
I will say it was by influence of the heavens; or, to appear the more perfect Courtier at the first dash, I will say, that though my outside were glorious, yet of purpose I left my inside lowsie.
Sed, O Dii! Quem video? nonne Mr. Sneakup?
See my worshipfull Father-in-Law! Now the Woodcocks shoot into the glade.
Pray ye peace, you must not know me.
O monstrum horrendum! May not you and I know one another?
Pray go home, and ask my wife.
Mr. Crasie. Is not one Mr. Crasie here?
Yes Sir. Here is Mr. Crasie for a need Sir.
Well done: Be bold Sir. Let not your dissimulation be read in your eyes. You know me; give me the Jewells.
Yes Sir.
Let me alone to present them to his Grace, and praise them, before you are call'd.
Will you do so Sir?
Yes; For you know I must not seem to indeare them before your face: For that would smell rank of correspondency.
You say right Sir.
But betwixt us both wee'l make a shift to cheat him. Stay you here. I will returne instantly. O Mr. Sarpego! Your Pupill will come and conduct you presently.
My Quondam Pedagogue!
My Nuper Alumnus! Come, present me to the Grace of Greatness. I am ready; behold I am approach'd according to thy intreats, to approve thy praise, and mine own perfection. Set on: His Grace shall see that we can speake true Latin, and construe L [...]dovicus vives: Go, set on.
I cry you mercy Sir. Upon my troth, I tooke you for Mr. Sarpego, my learned Tutor. He is very like him; Is he not Gentlemen? But now I come to my selfe againe, I remember this was never his walke, nor these his cloaths.
Sent you not a Nuntius, or a Messenger for me, intimating, that it was his Grace his instant desire, to entertain me as his Instructor?
Alas, he has over-studied himself! You were best let blood in time Sir.
Sent I not you, by the same messenger, your ten pound?
My ten pound? Ha, ha ha: I would laugh i faith, if you could bob me off with such payment.
Sure Sir, you use some Dormitaries. Best shave your head, and 'noint it with Oyl of Roses.
Father! Father!
Pray peace son. The plot will be discover'd else.
The plot? what plot?
The Jewells are sent in, What, I am Mr. Crasie now, you know. I shall be sent for in to his Grace instantly.
Midsummer Moon! Midsummer Moon!
In very truth son, hit as 'twill, I say we are beholding to Mr. Holywater.
Heaven not blesse me, if I understand not the Baboons mumpings better then your speech. You are more dark then Delphos. What Holywater?
Why the Gentleman, you know, you sent to bring M. Crasie to serve his Grace with Jewells.
Father, Heaven pardon me: For sure I have a great desire to call you Cockscomb. I sent no man; nor is there any so stiled as Holywater about the Court.
Do you not want sleep sir?
Or have you not seen a spirit sir?
Or have you not over-mus'd, or over-thought your selfe, as wee doubt Mr. Sarpego, here, has done?
Or has not my mother over-beaten you, father? You may tell me.
Son, I am not so very a foole, but I perceive I am made a stark Asse. Oh sonne, thy father is cozen'd; and thy mother will beat me indeed, unlesse your charity conceal me in the Court here, till her fury be over.
Hee shall stay at my Wives Chamber.
And there instruct us in the passages of this cozenage.
Do not weep father. My Lady Ticket will appease all.
Adieu Mr. Sarpego. Lure your braines backe againe.
Sic transit gloria Mundi. The learned is Cony-caught; and the lover of Helicon is laugh'd at. The last six-pence of my fortune is spent; and I will go cry in private.
ACT. IIII.
Scene I.
NOw, whilst my politike Mother-in-Law is in expectation of her great adventure, and my worshipfull Father-in-Law stinks at Court for feare of her; I in this last disguise will pursue my new affairs. Me-thinks these Jewells smile on me now more chearfully then when they were mine owne before. First to my honest Punk.
Who would you speak with Sir?
With thy sister. Dost thou not know mee Jeffrey. Where is she? Look better on me.
O, is it you Sir? Hang me if I knew you in this habit; though I was set here on purpose to watch for you.
What's the matter Jeffrey?
Sir she is fallen into a new fit of Melancholy. Some new project she has in her noddle. But she desires you to worke upon this, [he gives him a paper.] I dare not be seen to talk with any body.—Exit.
What new device is this? [he reads.] Since I last saw you, your Mother-in-Law, Mrs. Sneakup, has earnestly dealt with me to make me a Bride for her sonne Tobias. If there may be any thing wrought out of it to benefit you, I will suddenly take occasion to [Page] break with the Foole Wolsie; of whom I am heartily weary; and after, be wholly disposed by you. Sure this wench studies nothing but my profit. Well: I have thought already to make the best of her. Now to my new Mistresse. This is the house, and here's her maid.
Would you speak with any here Sir?
With your Mistresse, (I take it) Mristresse Crasie.
May not I deliver your mind unto her Sir?
My business is of weight and secresie: yet you may tell her, here is the Gentleman that her Doctor sent her.
O she expects him most impatiently—Pray enter Sir. She's ready for you, there before you Sir—
Most worshipfull Sir, welcome from Court, If your poor Handmaid may presume to say so.
Where is your Mistresse? I mean your grand Matrona, Mrs. Sneakup.
In the first place let me beseech you Sir,
Vouchsafe your answer to a longing Maid,
That can be comforted in nothing more,
Then the good newes of your prosperity;
Of which I hope a part at least to be,
Preferr'd by your late promise to your service.
I will now breath a most strong and Poeticall execration
Against the Universe. [Bri.] Sir I beseech you—
His Court advancement makes him mad, I fear.
Has she receiv'd Aliquid novi, newes from Court?
I can confirm that he is yours protestedly. And to morrow night—
Peace: Here comes my mother.
I can my Cinquepace friend. But I prithee teach me some tricks. Who would care for a female, that moves after the plain pace? No: Give me the woman of tricks. Teach me some tricks I prethee.
Ha! Tricks of twenty: Your Traverses, Slidings, Falling back, Jumps, Closings, Openings, Shorts, Turns, Pacings, Gracings—As for—Corantoes, Levoltoes, Jigs, Measures, Pavins, Brawls, Galliards, or Ca [...]aries▪ I speak it not swellingly, but I subscribe to no man.
Tis a rare fellow!
Am I then cheated? my wit begins to be out of countenance. O the Plague that hangs over her head that has a foole to her husband, as thou and I have daughter.
How now sweet mother? What ill newes changeth your face thus?
O deare daughter, my Lady Ticket writes here, that the fool, thy father, is cheated of two rich Jewells, that thou and I stole from the Ideot thy husband Crasie.
O that Crasy was ever a silly fellow.
A very Citizen, a very Citizen. How should I call you Sir?.
One Mr. Footwell, Mother; who teacheth Gentlewomen to doe all things Courtly, to dance Courtly, to love their husbands Courtly—
Your name is Mrs. Pyannet, I take it.
Pyannet Sneakup, Sir.
Your husband is cozen'd at Court, I take it.
So my Lady Ticket writes, Sir.
That Lady Ticket is a cunning creature. I have been inward with her; And such are my private Intelligences, that if equall curtesie might recompence, I could unshale a plot is upon you.
Recompence? Sir command me, command my daughter, my maid, my house, onely tell it I beseech you.
I pray see wherein we may be gratefull. I pray speak.
So it is, I am a decayed Gentleman, quite out of repaire; fallen for want of means to the use of my feet: Nor have I hope to see better light, but onely that Love and Fortune have put upon me a right wealthy widdow. She lyes at a near neighbours house [Page] here; and here I hover about her: but for want of some good friends countenance, some meanes for cloaths and fit housing, she holds off from consummating our Marriage. Now Lady—
I apprehend you Sir. Bring her to me; lodge her with me; Ile call you Cousen I. Is she very rich? At a neer neighbours, said you,—Not she at Mr. Wolsies, is it?
The very same.
(By'r Lady a match for my Esquir'd son and heire. Beare a braine dancer, or I may chance to shew you a crosse caper.) Sir, bring your Widdow. Sweare to your selfe my house is yours. Now the plot, or I burst.
Why then will I disclose who cozen'd you; by what meanes you are injur'd, and how you may be reveng'd, onely you shal vow to conceale the secret-revealer, else you lose the benefit of further Intelligence.
Stand off daughter: I will not trust mine own flesh with a secret; for in truth I have found it fraile. Now speak, I beseech you.
Sure, precious Mistresse, very absolute creatures have had Cockscombs to their husbands.
Nay that's indubitable, I know it by my self.
Marry to bee made Cuckqueane by such a Cockscombe, to have her Jewells prig'd away, to bestow on a Court Mistresse; to have a trick put upon her, as you have, 'twould move (I must confesse) a woman that were not part a Philosopher, and had a strong wit as you have. Why did you not feele the deceit? your husbands unworthinesse, having no meanes to enjoy this Court-Lady but by gifts; and having no course for gifts, but from you, procures some Pander to performe a fam'd message. Your hope of game puts [Page] the weighty trust upon the counterfeit fool your husband; his simplicity seems cozen'd, whilst this Lady excuses all, and keeps all: So that your own Jewells purchase your owne horns; nay, and you were not withall laught at for your purchase, 'twere scarce enough to run mad for.
'Tis most plaine: I will have such a revenge, as never woman had.
Good Mrs. Pyannet, bear't as well as you may: Your losse is heavy, yet under the strength of your constant wisdome—I faith my wife was so carefull lest you should take too deep sense of it, that she importun'd my own presence to comfort you: For sure I know—
You are a Wittally Cuckold I know. I commend thy wives modesty yet: She will not doe it afore thy face, but will send thee out of an errand yet.
What mean you? you amaze me.
Nay, I look you should seem ignorant: What, to take sense or notice of your horne, as long as it winds you into profit, were most uncourtly. Well, you heare not me rage nor rave: marry I will slit the Drabs nose, crop off her eares, scratch out her eyes—
Blesse us!
Teare off her haire, plucke out her throat, that's all. Come along Sir.
Now they are gone, I prethee M. Footwell stay a little, I will fetch thee some Letters to read for me, which I have not open'd yet, because I durst trust no body.—
These Letters must necessarily come from my Brace of Courtiers, Sir Ticket, and Monsieur Rufflit, which I will read cleane contrary, as if they slighted her, and answer them acrosse from her meaning, as if she slighted them: And so letting my selfe downe into their inwards on both sides, what they can get, or what my wife has, will I pump into mine owne purse.
Now deare M. Footwell, as ever you pitied the use of a poor Gentlewoman, that would faine use her [...]eauty, whilst there is some pleasure in it, read and an [...]wer these Letters with commanding eloquence; force them to affect me.
Ha, ha, ha: Will you not be offended, if I read them truly?
No: I prethee what is't?
Stay, it seems you have written to them.
Yes: but I cannot read the answer. Prethee [...]hat ist?
Faith youle be angry.
Nay, and you love me, what ist?
Sir Andrew here, he sayes, tis not your broad [...]im'd hat, your tiffeny dresse, Spanish ruffe, and sil [...]er bodkin can make him disloyall to his wives bed. Rufflit here, he writes that you have a grosse body, a [...]ll eye, a lowe forehead, a black tooth, a fat hand, [...]d a most lean purse. I there's it: And you could but [...]ve, and you had but to send—
A lean purse!
I, the lean purse. There's the Devill: Were [...]u as bald as Time, as stiffly wrinkled as frozen [...]w'd Lands, more dry then a Fever, more leane then [Page] death; had you ingross'd deformity, yet if you had but to give—
Why Footwell, though my husband be but a Bankrupt Knave—
Nay faith, rather a fool, Mistresse.
Well, fool let him be then; yet I have a Mother will not see me want for necessary ends: And I hope I had the wit to cozen my husband of somewhat against a rainy day. Look you Sir, I kept these for a friend in a corner.
Nay, but I would not wish you to send them now: What, relieve the base wants of prating Skipjacks to pay for your damnation?
Nay thats sure, I will not give them:
And yet, i faith, what can a Gentlewoman give too much for her pleasure? Can there be a more heavy disgrace blowne abroad upon any Lady, then that she has not at the least two servants, since many Lovers are the onely noble approvement of beauty?
Ile send them both, thats sure.
But both of them to Mr. Rufflit: Oh, hee's an absolute spirit! He has an English face, a French tongue, a Spanish heart, an Irish hand, a Welch Leg, a Scotch beard, and a Dutch buttock.
O J: J am wholly his, J will send all to him.
O but Sir Andrew, he is a Courtly Lover: He can kisse you courtly, handle you Courtly, lye with you Courtly.
O yes: he shall have one. J prethee praise me to them both, and commend to each of them one of these Jewells, not that I doe so much care for the use of them, yet because I would not be wonder'd at like an Owle among my neighbors, for living honest in my husbands absence. I prethee work effectually for mee, sweet M. Footwell.
Mrs. Crasie: Hist Mrs. Crasie.
Peace Sir, forbeare: As you would hope, doe not pursue a woman when she is out of the humor. O, untimely importunity is most distastfull. There are certain seasons to take the coldest Appetite, when she is pinning a Ruffe, playing with a Monkey, hearing a wanton Song, or half drunk.
O hat are you Sir?
A private Messenger to you Sir, from the Gentlewoman you pursue. This is your hand, is it not?
Yes:
You may keep your Letter.
But what sayes my utmost hope, the end of my ambition?
Only that you are poor, a Gallant of a very wanting fortune.
The more honor for her to redeem me.
Alas, I think her means are but weak, her husbands sinking hath brought her low.
Her husband! Alas poor fly; onely made to be suck'd and forsaken. His wife has the life-blood of her fortunes in her, and I'le be her cupping-glasse.
I wonder his wife could nourish so unbelieving a conscience!
Conscience! All things rob one another: Churches poule the People, Princes pill the Church; Minions draw from Princes, Mistresses suck Minions; and the Pox undoes Mistresses; Physitians plague their Patients; Orators their Clients; Courtiers their Suitors, and the Devill all. The water robs the earth, earth choakes the water: fire burns ayre, ayre still consumes the fire.
You have spoken most edifyingly sir, but for you, of whom I understand Crasy merits the best Offices; for you to corrupt his Wife, and with a covetous sinning expect use for the loan of your Loines!
Death man, they are my Exchecquer, my Rent: Why I have no possession but my Estate taile. And at for Crasy, he has no wit; he was created a foole, to have Knaves work upon him: a fellow made to have some pity, and all wrong; he had ever an open Purse, and now an empty. He made it a common hole, every Gallant had his fingers in it. Every man lov'd his Fortune, squeez'd it, and when it was unjuic'd, farewell kind heart. I confess I owe him a good turn: Ile pay't his Wife. He kept her alwaies exquisitely neat; temptingly gallant, and as a protested Cuckold should do, about his degree and means sumptuously proud. Her Eye artificially spirited, her Cheek surphuled, her Teeth blanch'd, her Lip painted, her Neck carkanetted, and her Brest bar'd almost to her Belly. And shall a peece, thus put out to sale, stand unattempted, as not worth the purchase.
Yes Sir, if you could compasse her; as sure she may be corrupted: for she is very covetous.
If I could but make shew of a Gift, or present one—
Only not to appeare of so needy a Fortune—Why if you chance to possess her.
Pish, tweare all mine again, and all that she had besides. And troth, I think she is wealthy.
Wealthy! look you Sir, Here are two of her Jewels, I fetcht from an Ant of hers, where they lay hid from her Husband. These are not worth the pursuit.
Nay, tis an easie Female: He, that has her, has all. What should I send? A Gift would do it. Let me think. Tis but a gross-bodyed Wench, with a blackish haire neither.
Oh the better. Your lean No-bodies with yellow Manes have most commonly rotten teeth and wicked breaths. No, your full plump Woman is your only Venus.
A hundred golden peeces I am intrusted withall by my elder Brother, to purchase a peece of Injustice. If I should send them—
Oh Sir, these both were yours, and they too. She pretends this straine, but onely to explore your strength of means, and to try how far you dare engage them for her enjoying.
I will send them, win her, use her, suck her Purse, recover my own, gain hers, and laugh at the poor Cuckhold her Husband. Commend with th [...]se my lifes blood, and Soules service to my Mistris▪ Farewell—
Sir Andrew Ticket, I take it.
The same, Sir. Is Mrs. Crasie within? I cannot keep pace with her Mother. O, when jealousie is once set a going, it runs on high speed. But let her make hast to arrive at Court, while I land on her Daughter in the City. Is she privately idle?
What dost thou mean by that?
My Vow's discharg'd, and her Revenge is done. I am no Pandar, Sir, and yet I am of Counsell with Smock secrets, Buttock businesse Sir.
[Page]Are you so stale a Courtier, and know not the necessity of Gifts?
Is that the matter I am rejected by her?
Why? would it not provoke any Woman to be called foole, and foule-face?
I never call'd her so, by the Soule of my Affection, not I.
No; Do you not intimate she is a foole, when you hope to enjoy her without a Gift? And foule, when your neglect of cost saies she deserves none.
'Fore Heaven I was a silly Asse, now I think on't, to send a Sonnet without some rich present.
Why Sir? A man must do as he would be done to. Do you, or any man use to be made Cuckhold for nothing?
I should have sent a Gift. What, if I enjoy her, she may requite it.
May; Nay can; nay will. Look you Sir, here's Gold. Here are Jewels. They are hers; they may be yours. I would not seem a Pandar to you though; for you have a Wife Sir.
Pish, who cares to drink out of a River? What I can command out of duty hath but a dull relish. Had not Danae been kept in her brass Tower, she had never tempted a Gods piercing. I must send, though it be but to shew the ability of my Fortune, and the desert of her Beauty.
And then to send but a trifle would disgrace both.
Hold, convey this Carckanet unto her; tis of value, and let her read by this, how much I seek her.
And how deare you hold her. Sir, I can speak; but I use to take nothing for my paines.
Yes, receive this little—Nay, I prethee.
Only not to appeare Uncourtly, or uncivill. I protest I abhor Pandarisme; only as a second, or so. As you have beheld two Horses knubbing one another; Ka me, Ka thee, an old kind of Courtship.
I prethee return instantly my success: You shall find me at the Ordinary; come and Dine with me.
I have procur'd a private Stable for my Horse: And therefore I my selfe would be loth to stand at Livery.
Dost compare common Stables for Horses, and publick Ordinaries for Gallants together.
Troth yes sir, for as in Stables, here a goodly Gelding of twenty Pounds price, & there a raw-backd Jade of foure Nobles by him. So at Ordinaries, here a worthy Fellow of means and virtue, and there a Cheating Shifter of wants and cosenage. Here a Knight, there a Beggar; Here a Gallant, there a Gull: Here a Courtier, there a Coxcomb; Here a Justice of Peace, and there an Esquire of low Degree. Or, in direct Phrase, a Pandar.
Such a one as thou art.
Umh, Virtue goes often wetshod, and is forc'd to be cobled up with base means, to hold out water and cold necessity. You command me no further sir.
No honest Knave, farewell—
Now Mr. Crasy, will I button up your Cap with a Court-brooch.
You demand Debts, do you? Ile pay you none. Oh twas a notable dull Flat-Cap. He would invite Courtiers; stand bare, say grace, make legs, kiss his hand, serve us in perfum'd linnen, and lend us money upon our words, or bare words. Were't not a sin to [Page] let such a foole passe unsuckt? No, Fortune drest him only for us to feed on, and Ile fall to.
ACT. IV. Scene 11.
BEE comforted Mr. Sneakup; Remember you are in my Chamber. Beare the heart of a Husband, who scorns to tremble at the face of his Wife? Do not feare sir.
Stand firm Father, do not sinck before the face of a Lady.
I have sent my own Husband to satisfie her, and I hope he will do it throughly. Be your selfe therefore; all the Pleasures the Pallace can afford, shall strive to mitigate your feares.
Have you any Pleasures in the Court, can make a man forget he has a Wife?
Sir we have pleasures will make a man forget any thing, even himselfe; therefore necessarily his wife, who is but part of himselfe.
Boy, sing your song of the Court delights.
Are you lull'd in your delights? No pillow for your Goatish, head, but her Ladyships lap?
O dear! O wife! I did not know you were so nigh truly.
You are ignorant still, I know: But I will make thy bones suffer as well as my browes. Thou Cullion▪ could not thine own Cellar serve thee, but thou must be sneaking into Court Butteries?
Oh, oh, oh—
Vae misero.
Hold deare mother.
Sweet Mrs. Pyannet hold.
Art thou there, daughter of an Intelligencer, and strumpet to a Bearward?
Now Beauty blesse me, was not thy mother a notorious Tripe-wife, and thy father a profest Harefinder? Gip you Flirt.
How now Madam Tiffany! Will none but my Cock serve to tread you? Give me my Jewells thou Harlot.
Mother—Pray Mother—
Bestow steeping thy skin in perfumes to kill the stink of thy paintings, and rotten inwards to catch Cockscombs.
Dear mother.
But thou shalt not cozen, and Cucquean me▪
Sweet mother—
Lupus in fabula. The Devill's in the womans tongue.
A whip on her; rotten eggs and kennell dirt on her silken Whoreship.
Nil tam difficile. Nothing can lay her.
Nay, let the Countrey Gentlewoman bee mad and rave on; she knowes I know my Countrey Gentlewoman had a Bastard before shee was married.
Did um so? The Countrey Gentlewoman was more chaste in a Bastard, then the Court Madam in her barrennesse. You understand me; you have no Green-sicknesse there, yet (I hope) you have few Christ'nings; you have trickes for that, have you?
Nay mother—
You have your Kickshaws, your Players Marchpaines; all shew and no meat.
Nulli penetrabilis Astro. Shee'l heare no reason.
Go to; you know how in private you commended your Horse-keeper to me.
Well: And didst not thou in as much privacy counsell me to contemn my husband, and use an Italian trick that thou wouldst teach me?
Quid faciendum? Best stop their mouths?
Out you bawble; you trifle; you burden smock'd sweaty sluttery, that couldst love a fellow that wore worsted stockins footed, and fed in Cooks shops.
Jaculis & Arcu. Thunder and Lightning.
Ods my precious—▪
Nay dear, sweet wife—
How's this—
Honey Mother—
Take this, and take all. Why goody Complexion, thou Rammy Nastinesse, thou knowest wherefore [Page] thy Gentlewoman left thee; did she not sweare that she—
For modesties sake—
Had rather be at the opening of a dead old man, then stand dressing thy head in a morning. Remember the Page that wore thy picture, and the song which thou hadst in the praise of the male Baboon.
Tacete parvuli: You have said too much.
Indeed mother you will be sorry, when you know how much you mistake; some crafty fellow has put a trick upon you.
Me-thinkes sweet wife you should rather condole our losse with me.
Hold you your peace; do not you prate.
Redde te Harpocratem: The man is wise enough.
'Tis true; misfortune hath wrought the Iewells from my father.
Indeed wife, truly, truly, I am Conycatch'd—
But for my father, or this Ladies wronging you, as I am your son, I assure you I have been an eye-witness of all fair respect towards you.
Is it even so?
Mother, as I respect your blessing it is perfect truth.
I humbly beseech you sweet Madam, that my earnest and hearty sorrow may procure remission for my inconsiderate and causelesse Invectives. Let my confession seem satisfactory, and my contrition win indulgency to my forgetfull delinquency. I pray you let us kisse and be friends.
Alas sweet friend, you and I have been inward a great while, and for us to fall out, and bare one anothers secrets—
VVell, 'twas mine error, not malice; but as for the procurer of it, if I pay not him in his owne Coyne—Mr. Footwell! Ile shew you a trick of twenty. Come son, I have a wife for thee.
A Wife! a Wife, Mother! O where is shee?
I, my boy, a Wife—
O ho.
And such a one as thou shalt blesse me for procuring. Curteously farewell, sweet Madam: Where's my Fool? Come, leave the Court sirrah, and man your owne wife into the City—
ACT. IIII. Scene III.
BUt I prethee satisfie me: What returne they? Received they my Jewells?
Yes, they prov'd acceptive,
And what said they? Can they affect?
Can they be damn'd? Before I will undergoe againe such a business—fore Heaven I do as little differ from a Pander! only I have nothing for my pains, or else—
Thou shalt have. Are thy news happy?
Are your own wishes happy?
Hold, spend this ten pound for me, Footwel.
Will you make me a Bawde. What a Bawde? [Page] And yet introth, what would not a man be for your sake, that have such wit and such bounty!
I cannot refuse, but suffer your Virtue to be exercis'd upon me.
Now, prethee speak; what's their answer?
Why, Ile tell you, they are both your own.
Both Footwell: I prethee how?
Why, no more but this; they are both yours; only you know, but one hand in a Glove at once. But I had so much to do with one of them; such a coyle to draw him to it—
Which, I prethee? Sir Andrew?
Even he: He saies, he understands that you affect a Mountebanck. Sure, your Doctor is but some base bragging Rascall.
Do you think so?
How should Sir Andrew know else that he is come to embrace you to night?
Does he know that too?
Yes marry does he, which the worthy Knight takes so contemptuously, suffering so base a Rivall, that he vowes, unless you beat him, bastinado him soundly when he comes, he will loath you most constantly.
Enough, if I do not make him an Example to all the bawdy Quacks in the Kingdome; say there is no virtue in Cudgels, and Bed [...]aves. Ile charm him for opening any more secrets of mine, Ile warrant him. And so write to Sir Andrew.
Welsaid Mistress, be resolute. I mean to help you my selfe.
Ile cast about for weapons [...]—
Yes, I will write to Sir Andr [...]w [...] that, which he shall have small cause to thank me for. I wil write for him to come in the habit of this Doctor. My [...]
ACT. IV. Scene IV.
SHee's gone, shee's gone: Was ever man so cheated? Threescore pound for a Ring; and the Ring gone too, for which I paid it: A moneths dyet and lodging, besides the charge of Physick and attendance. Five pound in dole bread, would have serv'd my house a twelve moneth. I am undone; broke, Bankrupt: But thou Rogue shalt smart for all, now I have caught thee,
Mercy, dear Sir, mercy.
Were you making up your packe to bee gone too?
Nothing but my own Sir, my Lute, and a few Musick-books.
You and your Mistresse have made sweet Musick of me: Therefore sirrah quickly—Are the Beadles gone for?
Therefore quickly, I say, as you were an Acter in the Cosenage, bring her to light, or—
Shee's light enough her self: But a very Innocent I, Sir. She has cozen'd me of halfe a years service, wrought me off o'my leggs, strain'd my backe, crack'd my voyce, done me to my utter undoing; and can you think I knew of her running away?
I'le make you sing another song sirrah: Are the Beadles come?
Any song Sir, or as many as you please.
Pretty I confesse. But that's not the song must do it; nor can any song please me at this time. Are the Beadles come?
Deare Sir, let 'em forbeare a little. And if I cannot please you with a song, commit me to their fury.
'Tis but to trifle time: yet sing before you suffer. Worse then t'other this; you shall sing in another place, to the whip, to the whip, Sir? Bring in the Beadles, and away with him to Bridewell.
Yet once more, good Sir, try me this last time, and but promise me, if I can sing a song that you shall like, to forgive and free me.
Sing a song that I shall like, and I will free thee.
I marry, that I like well.
Then I have 'scap'd the whip.
Think you so Sir?
Yes: For you like the song well, you say, and I am free; I hope you will make good your noble City word, Sir.
City words use not to passe for songs Sir▪ Make you good the words of your song, Sir, and I [Page] shall make my word good Sir: Come away Beadles.
O stay Sir, I beseech you, and let your Justice fall on the right shoulders. I'le confesse all.
O will you so Sir?
'Tis most true Sir, that the Gentlewoman; whom I call'd Mistress, is a most cunning whore, and a notorious cheat.
These are good words indeed!
Shee came to your house with foure men in Liveries; they were all but hired Pandars.
Yes, and divers Trunks of supposed Treasure, which I finde to bee Baggs of Nailes, and other old Iron, and all the Rings and Stones shee boasted in her Will are but Curtaine Rings, and Brickebats.
Your owne covetousness cozen'd you Sir: But if I now bring you not where you shall see how shee is since bestowed, and that you finde not hearty cause to rejoyce that you were cozen'd of her, let me be whipp'd to death, Sir.
Well, come along Sir: But I will have a Guard upon you.
What Guard you please Sir, so my poore skin may scape the Lash-guards.—
ACT. V.
O thou Varlet, thou unconscionable Unbeliever, ungodly Miscreant! Hast thou cozen'd my easie Credulity? And wouldst have undone and married me, like a Cony-catching companion, as thou art? Didst not thou tell me, thou hadst moderate means of life, friends of fashion, and civil [...] reputation? And now this vertuous, religious Gentlewoman tells me, thou art an arrant Skipjack.
Nay, and has not a hole to put thy head in, but upon my curtesie.
But I thank this Matrons worship, her pity will not permit my easie Nature to suffer under thy Cosenage: But bestowes her generous Son and Heire here upon me.—
A Gentleman of another spheare, another [...]anck then you are Sirrah; that shall have three hundred yeare in Esse, and five in Posse.
That is acquainted with young Lords; has had the honour to make a Hunting match.
I, and a challenge to ride the wilde Goose [...]hase.
That hath made Ladies Posies for Cheese trenchers.
And play'd with Countesses at Shuttle-cock.
And to this Elegant Spirit and choice hope am I, and my Fortunes contracted.
How! contracted.
Yes Sir, contracted. Look you, I dare seale it before your face.
Are you so.
She is mine sir, mine sir. Do you mark, I dare likewise seale it sir.
Is there honesty in this dealing?
Yes sir, Is there not profit in this dealing?
Tis very well. If there be no Law upon words, Oathes and Pre-contracts, and Witness. If a man may spend a hundred Angels upon a Widdow; have her affied before Witness, and then have his Nose wip'd of her. Why, Tis very well.
Intruth deare heart, and sweet Mother in expectation, to speak equally, there have some words of course past betwixt us, which may seem to impart some Ingagement. Surely I have been too liberall of some speech of advantage. Truly it would not be amiss, (considering his Expence and Interest) to fall to some slight Composition. Some hundred Pounds would make the poor Knave do any thing.
Mother, let's be wise. Let's be wise Mother; fetch a hundred peeces presently: That even upon his first consent, he may be satisfy'd and silenc'd.
For if he chance but to be delay'd till he ask Counsell, then—
Mum. A word to the wise.—
Nay, I hope as long as I am a Subject, I shall have Law: I doubt not but I shall have Law.
Come Sir, you shall not deservedly exclaim of my neglecting you.
For our sometimes Love, I have procured you a hundred Pounds.
To disclaim my right in you, Ile take't. Here's my hand, Ile take it.
Pox, how my Mother staies.
Scorn my Poverty! Come, where ist? Because I have not the Muck of the World. Come, the money.
Here sir, upon this consideration, that you disclaim and renounce all interest—
Yes most freely.
In this Gentlewoman; and do vow, never to pretend future claim to her.
I do, marry.—
Nay, no marries sir, you have receiv'd the money. You shall make no more marries here. Come my betrothed Spouse, bid a Fice for him, Say black's thine Eye who dares. Mother Ile be married to night, and to bed presently.
This night, Son; tis very late.
never to late to be wise. I hope I am your Son; and must beare a Brain.
Indeed, he that deales with Woman, must take occasion by the fore Lock. Away—
Why! I am weary of money now: I have gotten more in a weeks Cosenage, then in all my daies of Honesty. VVhat an easie coole thing it is to be a rich Knave! Gramercy Punck. A witty VVench is an excellent help at a dead lift. But in despite of the Justice that provok'd me, my Conscience a little turns at these [Page] brain-tricks. But they have all been ungratefull; ungratefull! Tis a sin that should have no mercy: tis the Plague-spot; who has it should not live.
My Courtiers are the next that I must exercise upon. This night my wife expects the embraces of one of them at least, if this hasty Marriage call her not from her Chamber. But she being a right woman may prevent that with a fained sicknesse, or so. Let me remember, J wrote to Rufflit to come like her Doctor Pulsefeele, to minister to her. This will jump right with a counterfeit sickness: It may, perhaps, break a Urinall about his Coxcomb.
How now! O perceive this great Wedding goes forward.
Then enter Rufflit like a Doctor.
So, this falls out pat. She is no sooner gone Sick to her Chamber, but here comes her Physitian, to cover and recover her in a trice.
Hist, Footwell, Footwell.
Seignor Rufflit; J am a foole if J took you not for a Physitian.
She wrote to me, that J should come in this habit.
Right Sir, to avoid suspect: For which cause she has counterfeited herselfe sick, and lies longing and languishing till you minister to her.
And am J come pat? am J come i'the nick?
Your Fortune sings in the right Cliff, sir, a wench as tender as a City Pullet.
But not so rotten.
Oh sir, health it selfe; a very Restorative. VVill you in? The way lies open before you.
Hold Footwell, tel that till J return—from branching the most meritted Cuckold Crasy. Poor Snake, that I must force thee to cast thy Skin. And he were not a Citizen J could pity him: He is undone for ever. Methinks J see him all ready make earnest suite, to weare a red Cap, and a blew Gown; comely to carry a Staff-torch before my Lord Mayor upon Alhalloune night. Watch Footwell, J mount.—
But now, if the agitation of my Braines should work through my Browes. If my Wives pitifull hand should fall to composition with my Doctors Pate, and my deceit be discovered before the Bastinado had given charge to his Shoulders, were not my Forehead in apparant danger. Tis done in three minutes. Death, my Courtier has a sanguine Complexion: He is like a Cock sparrow, Chit, Chit, and away. Heart o' man! And I should be blown up in mine own Mine now! Ha.
within▪ Hold Mrs. Crasy. Deare Bridget. Help Footwell.
Ho the hubbub's rays'd, and my feare's vanisht.
Out you Pispot-caster.
You Suppository.
You Glister-pipe, thinkst to dishonest me?
Hold, deare Lady—I am—
A stincking saucy Rascall thou art, take this remembrance.
Hold, sweet Mistress.
Oh I thank you good Mr. Footwell.
Oh, it is not so much worth verily.
Oh, but tis sir.
Rogue. Rogue.
Nay prethee sweet Rascall, Pox on you, I did not mean to hurt you, my honest Vagabond, tell me, tell me: Come, who was't put this Trick upon me. Thou art a precious Villain: Come, whose devise was it? Whose plot. At whose Suit was I Cudgel'd? Who made me feigne my selfe a Physitian, till I must be forc'd to go to the Surgeon? And dare'st tell me?
Nay, then I will tell you. Dare! why twas your Friend and Rivall, Sir Andrew Ticket.
Ticket.
Even he sir. His Gold hir'd me to gull you. And this brain procur'd your beating. Yes faith sir, Envie, bribes, and wit have wrong upon you.
Well, if I revenge not—
But how sir.
I, afore Heaven, that's well thought on. Give me but the meanes, and I will not only forgive, but reward thee richly.
Come faith, because I would have both your Shoulders, go in one Livery, I must disclose. Why sir, Knavery is restorative to me, as Spiders to Monkeys. The poyson of wit [...]eeds me.
Look you sir, he's come. Stand close, take this Cudgell, grasp it strongly, stretch your Sinewes lustily; And when you see him hang by the middle in a Rope, let your Fist fall thick, and your Cudgell nimbly.
And soundly. My ambitious blowes shall strive which shall go formost.
Good sir.
draw him up but halfe way.
So sir, I must up to receive.—
Do so: I shall be so reveng'd now! He had been better ha' been taken in Bed with another mans Wife, then have prevented me thus.
Vanish Sirrah with the Light. This I am sure is the Window which her Letters call'd me to.
I would you would begin once, that I might be at work. I do not love to stand idle in the Cold thus.
Hist, Footwell, Footwell.
above: Here sir, here. O I watcht to do you a good turn. Will you mount sir?
I will mount, remount, and surmount. I wonder that there is not a solemne Statute made, that no Citizen should marry a handsome Woman; Or if he did, not to lye with her. For and twere not for Gallants [Page] help, they would beget nothing but Fooles.
Right sir, right sir. Take the Rope, and fasten it about your middle sir.
Why, that's Crasy; a very Coxcomb.
An Asse, an Asse.
A meer Citizen. Were't not a shame his wife should be honest? Or is't not pity that my own man should wholly enjoy a rare excellent proper woman▪ when a whole Corporation scarce affords two of them.
Most true sir. Now mount sir. I pluck courageously. Pray Hercules my strength faile me not.
Up sir, up sir.
Pox, and pain! Hold Doctor.
Save you sir.
I am most sensible of your Salutation. Pluck Footwell.
Alas the Cord sticks-sir; Ile call some help sir.
Death and Devils!
Fists and Cudgels.
Heart, Lungs, Lights.
Armes, Shoulders, Sides.
Help, help, help.
Passion of Heaven Doctor: Ile Doctor you away.
Redeem me deare Footwell
Yes sir I come for the same purpose. Alas sir, me thinks I even feele your blowes. Are you not sore [...]ie?
Sore? Couldst thou not pluck?
Sure I was Planet-struck; the rope stuck in a slit Sir.
A Pox o'the [...]lit, say I.
Know you this mad Doctor? Or do you owe any Doctor any thing?
I know him not; nor do I owe any Doctor any thing; I onely owe my Barber-Surgeon for a dyetdrink.
Speedily make up your face Sir, here comes company: M. Rufflit!
Honest Footwel▪ how dost? Sir Andrew! Heartily how is't?—
As heartily as thou wilt; but not so hard I prethee.
Why what's the matter?
I bruis'd my side e'en now against a formes edge.
Parma [...]ty, Sir, is very good, or the fresh skin of a flead Cat?
Flead Cat?
The fly-blowes of a dead dog, made into oyl, and spread upon the kell of a meazell hog.
Hark Gentlemen, the Wedding comes, forget old bruises, and put on sense of the lightest colour: for this house to night vowes to run giddy with mirth and laughter.
Joy, health, love and children to this happy union.
Unbruis'd bones, and smooth foreheads to you both.
What shall no device, no mirth solemnize my sons match? Go Sneakup, call downe our daughter.
In despight of sicknesse, mirth and joy shall make this night healthfull.
O mother, cold sobriety and modest melancholy becomes the face of the Matron; unedifying gawdes are Prophane vanities. Mirth is the fat of fools, onely vertue is the nourishment of purity and unsinning sincerity.
By the leave of your wisdome daughter, wee'l take the wall of your precisenesse: for Mr. Sarpego has told me of a learned subject for a Ballet, which wee shall see acted presently.
What is it, some Heathenish Play?
No certes, but a very religious Dialogue, full of nothing, but morall conceits betwixt Lady Luxury, a Prodigall and a Fool.
But who should act and personate these?
Why in that lies the nobility of the device; it should be done after the fashion of Italy by our selves, only the plot premeditated to what our aim must tend: Marry the Speeches must be extempore. Mrs. Bride would I have to play Dame Luxury, and Mr. Footwell here the Prodigall.
And my husband the Fool.
I, and't please you wife.
Ile play the Inductor, and then we are all fitted.
I pray you what is Lady Luxury? A woman regenerative.
A Whore, wife:
In sincerity not much better then a Curtezan; a kind of open Creature.
And do you think me fit to represent an open Creature? Saving your modesties, a Whore. Can I play the Strumpet, think yee?
Trust me Sister, as long as it is done in private, in ones own House, and for some few selected Gentlemens pleasure; Me-thinks the part is not altogether the displeasingst.
Modesty defend me! you think tis nothing to play the Strumpet.
Why surely religious Lady, it can be no disgrace to you to figure out the part: For she that cannot play the Strumpet if she would, can claim no great honour to be chast.
How gravely and sententiously he speaks.
Wife, it shall be so: It is my first Injunction; you shall do it, or disobey me. You must play it.
What, the Whore sir?
I, in jest: What hurt is't? And Mother, you shall excuse my Father for this once: For since my wife plaies the Whore, Ile play the Foole my selfe. Though, I know, you had rather see him do it, you shall see for a need, I can make shift to perform it as well as he; as naturally, and to the Life.
Exceeding well thought on, I pray you, Lady, approve of it.
Let learning direct, I am not to prescribe to the Muses.
Come sweet heart, let's in and tire us, and be ready to enter presently.
O doubt not, Mr. Sarpego: For know Sir, I am but a poor serving creature, that lives upon expectation; [Page] Oh Sir my end must be husks. Feare not my discharge of the Prodigall—
Seat you Gallants▪ Sit, sweet Sir Andrew, Madam▪ and the rest, and wee'le imagine Musick, as M. Sarpego bids us.
How now! By what misrule comes he to trouble us?
By your leave, Gallants, I have brought you Musick.
You Sir, I know your purpose, and it is prevented; you come after the Marriage to forbid the banes. Ha ha ha—you are short, M. Wolsie, you are short.
Good Mrs. Sneakup you are wide. I come to wish joy to the match, and to tell you I rejoyce, that I mist a Bridegrooms part.
How's that?
You see I wear no Willow, and am merry▪ All's true you told me, boy?
Yes by my detestation to Bridewell Sir.
Sing boy that song, If I have any griefe, it shall be all vented in a Hymeneall Song.
I have not known him in this humor.
Sure 'tis a merry madnesse for the losse of the widdow,
Since you come friendly, you are welcome, M. Wolsie. Pray sit with us, and heare your Hymeneall Song.
He sings Hymen and Hymen; but me-thinkes the song is scandalous to the Marriage.
Excuse me Lady, though I was cozen'd of the Bride, I have no such malice; 'tis a song that the boy could sing by chance, and made by a couple that were lately married in Crooked-Lane.
O, is it so Sir? I knew not what to make of it.
Let us attend I pray; the Prologue enters.
Out you base Rascall, you muddy Slave; thou hast married me, and I will drink a health to thy Cuckoldmaker.—
Sfoot I am afraid shee'l play the whore better then I shall act the fool.
Thou under-hearted, dull-blooded Pantaloon▪ thou whose utmost honour is to be made so good [...] thing as a Cuckold; thou sonne of a Copy-holder▪ and the Pudding-pye womans daughter, dost tho [...] think, dar'st thou but imagine, that I shall ever vouchsafe to love to doe any thing, but laugh at thee? Hence you Poultroon; thy voyce sounds not so farre as thy breath stinks—Kicks him▪
Nay but, nay but do you heare wife? I do not very well like this; me-thinks you play too much in earnest.
In earnest? Why Goodman Fool, you Cock [...] ▪ comb, you Ninnihammer, you Clotpold Countrey Gentleman, thou dirty greediness.—
Why how now daughter? Are you well? Me▪ thinks you over-do it too much.
Thou dream'st my good husband, that thou [Page] hast married the rich widdow, ha ha ha—
Now enters Prodigality.
When the troth is, deare brother, you have married the rank whore. Ha ha ha.
Sir!—who, brother Crasy?
Sweet husband!
Dear son!
Precious friend!
Neighbour Crasie!
Dij boni! Domine Crasie!
And how doe you wife? When comes your Doctor Pulsfeel? But a kisse and so forth? And would not one of these free Gallants, these proper youths have serv'd the turne? I pray pardon mine incivility, Mother; I was bold to retaine mine owne Jewells. Ha' you not forgot your singles and your doubles, your fallings back, and your turnings up wife?
Why ifaith, dear heart, dost thinke me so simple, that I did not know thee all the while? Alas man, I did but counterfeit, as you did, to maintaine the jest; kisse me sweet duck—onely to maintaine the jest ifaith.
Yes, yes, yes, we are Friends. I heartily thank these kind Gentlemen for their loves to you, yes saith, heartily: I am better by it five hundred at least. Be not you jealous Madame, they had nothing for it; not a bit by this Light.
Death o'my Fortune! that was my Gold.
Plague of a Villain, that was my Jewell.
True Gentlemen; and your bounty likewise lies in this Bag.
Sir, we sent these things to your Wife.
I thank you for it; we have but one Capacity in the Law, you know: What's hers must be mine. I know thou wouldst have it so sweet-heart. I am onely sorry Gentlemen, that you were so well favourdly beaten. That the Foole Citizen, the Asse Citizen, the Cuckold Citizen should procure such a sound swadling to your wise, valiant and substantiall Shoulders. Is't not a sore matter? But rest, Salves and warm Oyles may in time recover it.
How do you kind Mother? Gentlemen, if any of you want Money Gentlemen, here stands a City-wit that has it. I have it, if you want any; speak, I have it, and will keep it. How does your Costard Sir? A Pox o'th Slit, Sir. Belov'd of Phoebus, Minion of the Muses; deare water bayly of Helicon, be not proud of your Preferment, though you are his Highnesse tutor. Mother, J take the restoring of my rich Jewels very kindly. O my kind Brother, you have got the rich Widdow; and you have borne a brain Mother. Your hundred pound, brother, was most thristily and opportunely bestow'd. J could ha' procur'd her to you at an easier rate, Mother. J am onely sorry for you Mr. Wolsy, that you had her not: Because you very honourably releast me of your Bond before it was due; and are in shrewd danger to be laught at among your Neighbours.
How does good Mr. Crasy, the Princes Jeweller? Mother, did not my Father look too wise for a Citizen? How dost honest Punck? I am as much beholden to thee, as to the rest o' them.
My sonne and my heir is utterly undone.
O! I am quite cast away.
O no, you shall be no loser by me; you shall be a gainer by me Brother: Get wit Brother (marke you) wit. Good faith I pity the poore Citizen, hee has no wit; a handsome young fellow, with a pretty beard, and a proper bodied woman to his wife, and cannot beare a brain!
Why dost heare, modestly mumping Motherin-Law, with thy French-hood, gold-chain, and flaggon-bracelets, advance thy snout. If the foole thy son, the Ideot my husband here, have but as much brains as a Battledore, he may make a faire revenue of me: Has he not a place at Court? Can he not lodge me there, and prove weak-sighted, thick of hearing, sleepie after dinner, and snort when others entertaine and Court me? Can he not survey the hangings, read Cupids Conybery, the Park of pleasure, Christian Love-Letters, or some other Pamphlet, or faine some errand into the Town, whilst his browes are turning into gold?
O impudence beyond womans apprehension! Sonne Crasie, we have all wrong'd thee, thou know'st it; thou hast reveng'd it, we feel it; only do not undo my heire, save him, bring him but off o'this match with any loss.
Why mother, is your son grown such a sawcy Knave, as he thinkes scorne to be a Cuckold? I cannot cleare him; in truth I cannot: He has paid for her deeply, and 'tis pity they should be parted, yes faith is't.
Woman, we do pray thee, we do beseech thee, even upon our knees—have pity on the house of the Sneakups: quit my son, relinquish [Page] thy right, make frustrate this marriage, and look thee, before these able witnesses, we heartily forgive all, and forget: And withall, freely bestow this chaine upon thee—
I do receive it.
She does receive it, beare witness all, she does receive it.
Marry on this condition—
No I'le no more marries nor conditions, you have receiv'd it.
I, you must make frustrate the Marriage; for look you, you have receiv'd it.
I will, and freely do; only the condition I would have made, is this, That if you intend longer to be Master of your husband, now that you have seen how well it became me, you will henceforward do as I do—Look you, wear breeches.
O horrible!
How! do you wear breeches?
Yes Sir, breeches; and as good lining and stuffing in them, I hope, as yours have, though they be of Sattin.
I'le feel that: Sfoot mother this is a man. Come and feel else.
A young one Sir.
See Master your poor servant Jeremy, if he has perform'd his part, desires to be admitted into the Livery of wit, and to wear this chaine as his ensigne of Freedome.
Omnes Jeremy!
Jeremy! O Jeremy! thou wer't ever too hard for—
Except at spoonmeat, Sir.
Ieremy!
Yes, Mistress: Indeed forsooth.
Well, give me thy hand: I will love thee as long as there is swiftnesse in meditation, smoothnesse in flattery, or constancy in malice.
Would you that have taught Greeke, and whip't great boyes, come backe to your Horn-book, and let down your Gascoines to me, that would, if I had you, bee more tyrannous then any Pedant that ever reign'd since the dayes of Dionysius: Besides here is my choice, with my Master and Mistresses leave, Jeremies brother.
But is hee seriously thy brother?
Yes, and no more a Pimp Sir, then I am a Wench.
Well, Mr. Sarpego, I'le help you to a fitter match, and Crack I will give thee something with her: Take the security of my hand.
I only desire to be secure from this mans fury, and so consequently from Bridewell.
He shall have nothing to say to thee.
I will have nothing to say to man, woman, or child, while I live againe.
Fortuna nihil aufert sapienti: Fools and Fidlers are her Favourites.
Let us make this a merry night.
Omnes, Thanks kind Mr. Crasy, thanks.
Gratias vel ingentes Domine Crasy.
Epilogue.
THE DAMOISELLE, OR THE NEW ORDINARY.
A COMEDY.
LONDON, Printed by T. R. for Richard Marriot, and Thomas Dring, and are to be sold at their Shops in Fleet-street, 1653.
Prologue.
Dramatis Personae.
- VErmine, an old Ʋsurer.
- Dryground, an old decayed Knight.
- Sir Amphilus, a Cornish Knight.
- Bumpsey, an old Justice.
- Brookeall, a Gentleman, undone by Vermine.
- Valentine, Drygrounds Son.
- Wat, Vermins Son.
- Freindly, a Templer. Two Gallants
- Oliver,
- Ambrose,
- Trebasco. Sir Amphilus his Footman.
- Attorney.
- Mrs. Magdalen, Bumpseys Wife.
- Jane, his Daughter.
- Alice, Vermins Daughter.
- Frances, a young Gentlewoman.
- Phillis, a poore Wench.
- Elianor.
- Lawyers.
- Serjeants.
- Servants.
- Rabble.
The Scene LONDON.
THE DAMOISELLE, OR, The New Ordinary.
ACT. I.
Scene I.
And you have my Mortgage.
Into the Mud, oft-times, from whence it came.
According to the Ballad.
So so, I see it going already.
You say, youle make a venture of this Money.
Yes Mr. Vermine, in a Project, that—
Out upon Projects. Fy fy, out out out.
That I will in sooth.
No more of that.
You have your Money.
Farewell Vermine.
Here Sir—
My blessing, and good morne: Now heare me Girle.
Now for a Speech—
You had other wayes.
Your Money.
But he yet may be turn'd Sir.
Thou shalt, and stile thy selfe a Lady by't.
Now Love defend me from the man I feare.
This day Ile match thee to a matchlesse Knight.
The Westerne Kight Sir, that was here last Term?
Even he, this day he comes to Towne.
He's well in yeares.
How came he by his Knighthood? Cost it nothing?
How? As he is a Foole?
Who do you mean? Sir Amphilus my Knight.
Are you in earnest?
Yes, by all my hopes.
What's the meaning of all this?
Why? Wither? What's the matter?
Ile sooner dye then have him.
Why, whither would you have me?
There's some good stuff in't.
Better then you, don't you respect your Father Better then me?
Who shall look toth'house?
Wilt loose thy selfe with keeping that? Is that All now? Away, away.
Y'are a precious Brother.
ACT. I. Scene II.
ALL this needs not Sir Humphrey.
Nor J yours, Sir Humphrey; Nor your Sonnes here; Nor his Wifes there: Onely this Gentlewoman, in mine owne right J may be bold withall, while you depart my house, if you may be intreated, so. Is not this right? Is not this plain?
Yet heare his Worship speak, good Bump.
Good Whirly, what can his Worship speak? Or your wisdome twatle for him, in this Cause; that J do not understand already? Has not his Sonne wedded our Daughter? How directly, or indirectly, [Page] who meddles with his match? Nay more, has he not bedded her? How, directly or indirectly, who meddles with that either? Let him have and hold, possesse (Hmh.) and enjoy; do his worst, and make his best of her, though she be an Heire, J will not sue him out of her: No, J protest; were it Ante Copulam, as it is post, J would not crosse em. Is not this right and plaine enough.
But good Mr. Bumpsey, Brother Bumpsey, I would call you—
He will speake all himselfe.
J am a plaine Fellow, and out of debt.
J, let him run on.
J sought none of your Allyance, J—
Has he the speed to run beyond himselfe?
Yes, and bring himselfe about, J warrant you.
Perhaps no Gentleman.
Yes like the priviledge you use in your owne house here.
Freely.
Now hees in.
For that heare me.
Must I heare this too.
Now he has almost done.
Deare, worthy, honour'd, sir,
sh [...]t, sh't, sh't; Woman come you with me.
J Bump. Let us go our way, and let them take theirs agods name.
Pray heare me, sir.
At this time, sir, he shall not.
Shall not! He shall sure: Ods pity! shall not: Are you pleas'd to speak, sir.
not to offend—
J married, sir, your Daughter.
Well.
Would I could heare it once.
With all my heart.
Humh! A pretty od speech this! I would I knew The meaning on [...]t.
Ha! Is it so? Then J come to a point with you.
Marke him now, Sir Humfrey.
Halfe? What meane you halfe?
Even halfe of all J have.
J hope you will not deal so.
And as he deals with that, Ile use the rest.
Pray be advis'd.
Husband.
You won't be mad.
Will you do so?
Nay, but in one thing, Bump. let me advise you.
Ile take my leave Sir.
Not so I hope, Sir Humfry.
All Sir, all: I have spread my Nets already.
Sir, fare you well.
At your pleasure Sir.
Ile shortly visit you.
ACT. II.
Scene I.
ANd why this Gullery to me, good Ambrose?
J swear J am serious, and you may may beleeve it.
Here comes my Author.
Then he wrangled it out, of himselfe. J know his singular humour.
What has he gi'n thee?
Halfe, of all he has.
How?
What if thou spendst thy halfe?
Heel spend the tother; and the same way, hee sweares.
Hee'l nere keep Covenant.
O brave old woman! How will shee carry it?
I spoke but of a Coach, and he bespoke one.
Wonder upon wonder! Nam was telling one Before thou cam'st.
What the new Ordnary?
Dost know the man that keeps it?
That Osbright has been dead these many years.
It was given out so: But he lived beyond Sea.
There▪s some strange plot in't.
O thou pollitick Noll.
Is not that gaming prithee?
I dare be sworne thou dost 'em wrong.
Shee must be seen.
But see who here comes first.
Thou hast undone me Villaine.
Was ever man so cursed in his Children!
Tis the wretch Vermine.
What makes he here, trow, in the Temple Walks?
I, Brookall, thrusting him out of his Land.
Alasse his Fathers fall has ruined him.
But Vermine has a daughter may prove good,
Let's try if we can fit him.
Thou'lt nere indure his breath, it stinkes of brimstone.
Is she stolne from you Sir? In troth I am glad on't.
Tis the first newes we heard on't.
May we report it after you, good Sir?
What are you? I would know.
Ha ha ha.—
Look, look, what thing is this?—
Trebasco, Skip-kennel.
. . . .
It speaks, me-thinks.
Yes, and its shadow answers it in Cornish▪
You must be Footman then your self Sir.
No nor Mare neither.
You need not Sir, now you be determined to marry, and live here i'the City altogether. And truly, Sir, she could never ha' dyed better, nor been taken from you (as they say) in a better time▪ so neere her journeys end.
His Mare's dead it seems.
Was it well done of her, dost thinke, to die [Page] to day upon the way, when she had been i'my purse to morrow in Smithfield: Poor fool, I think she dyed for grief I would ha' sold her.
'Twas unlucky to refuse Reynold Pengutlings money for her.
Would I had taken't now: and she had not dyed mine own, 'twould nere have griev'd me.
Pray hear it Sir, as they say—We are all mortall you know, and her time was come, we must think.
And't had not been the first losse that ere I had in my life, I could ha' born it.
And grace og (as they say) it shall not be the last.
I would thou couldst ascertain me that; but mischiefes are taild to one another, and I must grieve as well for the what's to come, as the departed.
We will have a bout with him: Who is departed, Sir?
My Mare, my Mare Sir: 'Twas the prettiest Tit—But she is gone—
How, is she gone Sir?
You will not talk to 'em.
How is she gone, I pray Sir?
Sir, as it were, because she could goe no further.
Good angry man give us leave to talk with thy Master.
Good Sir a little more of your Mare.
I would you had her all to do you good Sir: she lies but a quarter of a mile beyond Brainford.
Did you leave skin and shooes, and all behind Sir?
Shoes all behind▪ I thought how wise you were: Come away Master▪ No, while she liv'd, she never wore but two behind Si [...].
Gramercy honest fellow, thou hast wit in thy anger.
Sirrah, answer not the Gentleman so snappishly.
How can I choose, when they do nothing but make a foole of your Worship before your Worships face, and your Worship perceives it not.
Good Sir, fall from your man to your beast againe.
There againe, another main mock: He would have him fall from a man to a beast.
Give me the shoon; let 'em go I say, I will have 'em.
Pray take 'em then, hee'l ne're be wiser.
These were her shoon Gentlemen, I'le keep 'em for her sake, that little Tit, my little poor Gonhelly, that would have carried me on this little iron from Pensans to S. Columb on a day. And that's a way would try a stumbler you'l say, if you know it.
'Tis enough, I know you Sir Amphilus, and have fool'd enough with you. Adieu; my businesse calls me. Gentlemen, will you meet me to night at the Ordinary▪—
Yes, and perhaps, be there before you too. Come Ambrose—
Od Gentlemen, me-thinks
Why did you talk with 'em? What had you to make with 'em?
True, wee have other matters to think on: Your first course Trebasco, after we come to our lodging, shall be to Turnbull-street, to the Cobler▪
Your Dog-tutor.
Yes, and see how my whelp proves, I put to him last Term.
Yes, Sir.
And know of him what Gamesters came to the Ponds now adayes, and what good dogs.
Yes Sir.
And ask him—Dost thou heare? If he ha' not done away his own dog yet, Blackswan with the white foot? If I can but purchase him, and my own whelp prove right, I will be Duke of the Ducking-pond.
Never misdoubt, your whelp's right I warrant you; for why, he could lap before he could well go: And at ten weeks old he could pisse under leg.
He was a fine forward Puppy, true enough: But and that be a signe of short life, and he should peak away after my Mare now—Here, prethee take her shoon againe: What should I keep 'em for? They put me too much in mind of mortality, do 'em away, make money of 'em, and Ile convert it into a Dog-Collar—
Ile try the Market with 'em.
the frumping Jacks are gone.—
See my Aldermanicall Father-in-Law! How d'yee do Sir? I am come. I keep my day you see before I am a Cittiner among you. How does my best belov'd I pray, your daughter? You do not speak me-thinks.
Ask you for my daughter? Let me aske you first what was your plot to put me in this fright, to make me trudge to your Inn, whilst knave your man here—Is not this he?
I doubt Sir he was taller.
Having first left a bag of Trumpery with me, [Page] stones, and old iron, steals away the baggage.
This is abhomination! What Inn? and what old iron? I came at no Inne to day, nor touch old Iron, but that with sorrow enough, my poore Mares shoes, she left me at her sad decease to Brainford. I had rather ha' lost the best part of five Mark J wusse: From whence I came by water, landed here at the Temple, to leave a Letter to a kinsmans chamber, now right as sure as can be. Say Trebasco.
He tells you true.
But is your daughter gone?
Gone, gone.
All ill go with her: Did not I say I should hear of more mischief, and that one was ever tail'd to another?
You said so indeed: but if she had been tail'd to your Mare, I should have seen her sure, when I stript her.
First take my execration with thee, Monster.
Hell vomits all her malice this day on me.
Who's this, a Conjure [...] that knowes hell so?
You are most deeply read! May not a Son-in-Law—
Why talk you to that Rayler?
Pretty mad reason me-thinks; where's that Land?
Sirrah, Ile tame thy tongue▪
How am I tortur'd! I will fly this place.
Out on thee Baggage.
A little something, prethee; but a tester.
Out, out.
What canst thou be?
Can Knights get Beggars?
It is the prettiest merry Beggar.
Huswife Ile ha' you whipt.
O rare Beggar-wench!
Away, away.
The Devill haunts me.
Shee makes a youth of me.
Hellish baggage!
Yes, let's away, tis time, she begs of mee now.
The Devill is not surer to o're-take thee.—
A man I hope for my purpose, and save me a going to the Church for one: Will you make an Oath Sir?
An Oath? for what?
For two shillings; and it▪ be half a Crowne, my Client shall not stand w'ye; the Judge is at leisure, and the other of our Bail is there already. Come, go along.
I guesse you some Attorney: Do you know me?
No, nor any man we imploy in these cases.
Hee's dead then, farewell my tender boy▪
Indeed, Sir, hee's not dead.
Phew—
Pray, sir, heare me.
Indeed he is not dead; but lives—
Substantially he lives in flesh, as we do▪
Speak that again.
How thou playest with me!
He's gone to travell, sir. Here comes the Gentleman.
My losses, wrongs, and sorrowes, speak my name.
You had a Son late of this house.
VVhat from my Boy?
In his own hand.
That's all J crave excuse for.
What mean you?
And charge thee with the Murther of my Son
Pray, sir, collect your selfe.
Your name is Valentine.
Right, sir.
Sir Humphrey Drygrounds Son:
Most true.
O, sir.
VVhat shall J do for pity?—Now J have it.
Talk not to me of Law.
Pray heare me, sir.
Now sir, your wil before your end. Be briefe.
Pray stand you off—to Friendly.
From whence wee▪ll walke—
Silent, as nothing were—
As nothing were betwixt us—to some other Fit ground, (as you propounded) where wee'll end the difference.
You shall see, sir.
Go set thy house in order. Here Ile meet thee,
ACT. III.
Scene I.
Fye! Can you be so lew'd? Is that your reason?
Yes; can the Parish Parson give you better?
His Parish Bull's as civill.
J with your Sister, and to better purpose.
Now Wat, what think you of my course, and habit?
A, ha, my Lad.
Notable Reprobate.
'slight, I could ask you blessing.
She shall deny thee nothing. What ist Wat?
You may command her duty, if you please.
What is it man?
And the Vintner too.
I do observe you, sir.
Honestly, sir.
Right sir, on.
J, now, now.
That's I, that's I Sir: this has musick in't.
You will be secret Wat.
No dumb Bawde like me.
Nay in a plot of villany I dare trust thee.
How, good Sir Humphrey, how?
She shall be rifled for.
How! Rifled Sir?
But twenty Pieces, boy.
A full hundred.
What art thou thinking, Wat?
Why, there's but one must use her.
Here's a ripe Rascall!
Yes, very gallantly.
She knows not on't you say,
Anon Ile make't all plain to you. How now Frank?
Where is his sister, Alice?
Unseen I wrrrant you.
Presto, Anon, anon Sir.
Did not I tell thee't was a Bawdy-house?
Fye! Can there be such Fathers?
I have enough. You are welcome Gentlemen.
He looks like such a Blade. Are you the Master here Sir?
Each syllable he speaks bewrays him.
Varlet I say.
Here Sir.
What do you mean Sir?
Devill thou lyest—
My ignorance wrong'd us both.
What can we make of this?
Pre ye Sir, have you been ever in France?
Parle Françoy Monsieur, Je vou prie.
Yes yes. He speaks no French.
He Monsieur vou mocque de Moy.
Owie par ma foy.
Ha Monsieur vou parle françoy. Je su [...]' bien aisie.
So youle be civill.
Civill I swear, and private.
Does shee not know on't, sayst thou?
Prithee who?
Was ever such an outrage! Heark thee fellow—
I will not faile you. In the Temple Walkes—
Where, if I fit you not—
Nam! What discovery?
A villany enough to blow the house up.
ACT. III. Scene II.
And sayd he would venter't at the Ordinary.
Thats hee, thats he! Why this is excellent.
I force him, ha?
Excellent Magdalen!
Sir, J will speak; and be allow'd to speak.
And speak allow'd too; will you Magdalen?
Mr. Ʋermine desires to speak with you.
I faith I will Ma-dame.—
Can she teach the elder sort?
Indocible! What's that?
Stiff i'the hammes, I think.
Mrs. Bumpsey, I take it you are she.
She is as mad as he.
How Lady-like she talkes!
Do you upbraid me?
What's the matter Jane?
The Fox here learns to sing.
Why do you abuse me thus?
Is your son a friend? At a word, hee's like you.
J pray, if my man aske for mee, send him to me, by your Masters leave. By your leave Sir, I made bold to follow a Father-in-Law of mine that should have been, into your house here, with much ado to find it. Any good newes Sir yet? Ha' you heard of her? J cry these Ladies mercy; though you may take me for a Clowne, J must not forget I am a Knight, and give you the curtesie of my lips—
A fine spoken, and a well-bred man, at a word: He call'd us Ladies. To see what Apparell can do! How long might I have trudg'd about in my old coats before J had been a Lady? And then hee would do us the curtesie to kisse us: Sure, sure, as curtesie makes a Knight, so cloaths makes a Lady.
It seems she's lost then. All ill go with her.
What old youth can this be?
Do you think she would drown her selfe?
Who knowes what toy might take her? Is she not a woman, as other flesh and blood is? I had another occasion to one that belongs to the Ponds. I tell you as a Friend, I had not [...]ent els: Come Fatherin-Law that should have been; hang sorrow. You have had but one Losse to day. I have had two. Ile gi't you in Rhime.
You are acquainted among the Poets it seems, sir?
Truly but one that's a Gamster amongst us at the ducking Pond; a Cobler, but the neatest Fellow at Poetry, that ever was handicrafts-man; & no Scholler, to enable him by learning, to borrow of the Ancients: Yet he is a Translator too. And he makes the sweetest Posies for Privie-houses.
Ha, ha, ha.
What a youth's this for a Knight!
Ile tell yee Ladies—O Trebasco. Good newes at last I hope.
J can never finde you any where, but jeer'd and laugh'd at, and are fool'd, (as I have often told you) to your Worships face, and your Worship perceives it not.
To the point, man. How does my Whelp? He [Page] is grown a tall Dog by this J hope: resolve me quickly.
Why, to put you out of your pain; your Whelp's grown a tall Dog.
Good
You said you would tell us, sir: What will you tell us?
And a handsome Dog.
Good again.
What a Dog-trick's is this?
And h'as learnt, besides the main Game, all the rare tricks and qualities his Tutor could teach.
Excellent.
Will you not tell us, sir, about your Poet?
Hang him, my Dogs worth 'em all, in ready money.
I pray, sir.
Yes, and his Coat all over, sir, they told me.
Told thee! Didst thou not see him? My heart misgives me.
Ha!
The Dog is gone, sir.
How!
O my heart will break:
Do not faint Knight; Cheare up your heart with your Muse.
That line is long enough to reach him.
I would it were else.—o—
Od's pity. Look you, sir, your Son-in-Law, that should ha' been, is in much passion too. But you'll be rul'd by me, you say. And if J lead you not to comfort, never trust Neighbours counsell while you live. Is not this plain enough? My own case at this time is as dangerous as yours.
That's all that comforts me.
Neighbourly said. I thank you. Come, Sir, will you joyn with your Father-in-Law that should ha' been, and me in a Cup of VVine to order a designe.
There's a reckoning towards.
It shall cost you nothing.
Daughter while they are gone, let us fall on our project.
For Courtly carriage and behaviour.
The Damoiselle, Ile wait on you.—
ACT. IIII.
Scene I.
YOU Rogues, Slaves, Villaines, will you murther me?
To the Pump with him: To the Pump, to the Pump.
Prithee beat off the Curs.
No, to the Thames, the Thames.
J thank you Gentlemen.
I thank you for him too.
So, arise; enough, enough.
Thou art a Wag I warrant thee.
Are not you married?
Mass, twas so late, I had almost forgotten it.
Didst ever pimp for him? Protest by what thou fea [...]'st most.
No, as I hope to escape this Gentlemans fury.
Enough.
This touch, & I have done—▪
Away
Pray let him go, Ile schoole him for it.
We'll leave you till anon we meet at the Ordinary.
How much was that a peece think you?
But now I love to do these things.
Since when, sir.
Old Brookall is not come yet.
VVill you answer me?
You are a busy foole.
I am satisfied. He knowes nothing.
You lye, Sir.
I think I do. You know nothing of her I mean, Sir.
You lye again, Sir.
VVhat do you know, Sir, of my Daughter, I beseech you?
That she has a wretch, a miserable Caitiff Unto her Father.
How is that?—
How blest was J to miss her!
Can he speak thus to him?
Dar'st thou confront me thus?
O happy condition of a Batchelor!
I like this well in the young man▪—
How can you say you know this?
Oh—
Brave young fellow!
Will you vouchsafe to leave me?
Pretty odd Doctrine, this!
Ha' you done yet?
A word or two for use; and so an end.
Not so: It must be amplified a little further.
Torment and death! Is he come? Let me go▪
I shall trounce you:
What's here? Worrying of Vermine?
So they make hot Purchases!
Feare not: I will not fayle you.
No: Ile deliver him the use of all.
Oh the variety of my vexation—
Bestow your Substance so Sir, if you like it.
I am Sir, here it is.
O brave old man.
And all for nothing?
For lesse then kisse your Hostesse.
And is there delicate Wine too? I must thither.
Sir.
How, how, how?
Yonder he is, still▪ busie.
Away Girle.
Hence you Harlot.
What is it, J will see it.
Tis a good Shilling, and a vie; will you see't Sir?
Look you, tis cover'd.
Gentlemen, will you come in? will you vie it?
No we deny it.
You may revye it then, if you please. They come not in to binde it.
Will you come in againe Sir?
A shilling more on that.
Done Sir: there tis.
Why, these are Lads of bounty! Have you any minde yet Gentlemen?
What, to be Bankrupts?
Prithee what's thy name?
Nell, my Mother calls me. J nere knew Sire, nor Godsire.
Nell?
Yes: And tis as bonny a Beggars name, as ever came from beyond Trent.
O villanous Vixen.
For your son.
J have no Son. J aske you for my Daughter.
Weel go. Wil't please you?
Now, what's the next vagary?
Will you be pleasd to see him?
Nay, if you go not chearfully—
Yes: J go.
ACT. IV. Scene II.
Oh my heart!
Mine eyes, are now, too full indeed; I cannot.
Prethee forbeare me good wench but a little▪
You took my part of late, against old Vermin [...]
Prethee who would not? This is another case
Your money 'wou'ld hang me, Sir. Your life not worth it.
Tis your own money; sent you by your So [...]
What do you think, Sir?
I think you beg again, and would be whipt.
How is that?
O fie, O fie!
Read that, and guesse whose deed 'tis. Stand off Girle.
But does she live, to whom this was directed?
Speak low▪ is that your Fathers hand?
It is.
Along with me then. Girle, lead you the way.
Anan forsooth Father▪
Shew us to your Mother.
No matter. Will you go?
Sir, they will hale you to peeces.
Will you deny me?
N [...]tter: Will you on?
Ile save thee blamelesse.
Troth Ile venter.—
ACT. V.
Scene I.
Good lack! And is it you, Mrs. Alice? I'st possible? Are you come to learn Carriage too? I will make bold with tother Glasse of Wine. At a word, J like your French Carriage the better, that it allowes elder Women to drink VVine.
They have no other drink, except water. And Maids are▪ allowed but that.
And young wives (they say) wine with their water.
Mingle your Glasse, then, Daughter. This for me. Your father has so fought you Mrs. Alice.
My Father has mist us too, by this time▪
But neither of 'em can dream French enough, to direct 'em hither, J warrant you. And does she learn the Carriages very well, Madamsilly?
Madamoyselle, si vous plaist.
What do yee cal't? I shall never hit it. ▪How do you finde your Schollar?
O, she is very good. She learn very well.
But how much carriage hath she learnt? Heark [Page] you Mrs. Alice. Have you not learnt to carry a man? Has not a good Husband stolne you hither?
J can think waggi [...]hly I tell you: And an old Ape has an old eye. Go to.
No such matter, Mrs. Bumpsey.
VVhat is that you say?
I ask you how much carriage she has learnt?
She come but dis day; And she carry both the hands already.
How say by that. I'st possible? Can she carry both her hands in one day?
Yes, and before to morrow, she shall carry the foot as well.
It seems, then, you teach handling before footing in your French way.
You may learn dat of de leetle Shild. De leetle Shild you see will handle de ting, before it can set one foot to de ground. Come, let me see you make a Reverance.
Reverance! VVhat's that?
Tis dat you call a Curtsie. Let me see you make Curtsie.
Look you heare then.
O fee, fee—dat is de gross english Douck, for de swagbuttock'd-wife of de Pesant.
How like you this then? There's a Reverence I warrant you.
Fee, dat is worse. See how you carry de hands like de Comedien dat act de shangling.
Shall I ever hit on't troe? I must take tother Glass.
Take heed she does not take too much.
I hope she will not. But there's no crossing her.
Let me see your hands.
There they bee. They have been a little too familiar with Sea-coale fires, and much other course houswifry, which J shall utterly abhor, and wash off, when J have learnt to carry them Courtly.
But shall J ever do it, think you?
Yes, yes, and all your other parts and members.
I may winne my Husband to love mee Courtly then.
To love, and lye with you Courtly.
That's but seldome, I doubt.
J will so multiply then.
O most allowably; nay, commendably.
Tother Glass for that.
You shall have no defect perceiv'd, no grace conceal'd.
Good lack! What knowledge comes from forraigne parts?
I prethee Wat, have patience for an houre.
Nay, look you Wat.
But Heare me, Wat.
But how was it my fault?
Was't not your project?
What may this mean▪
No harm J warrant you.
Where are we now?
What did my Husband mean to wish us hither?
Baseness! J cannot call it bad enough.
Mine eyes are opened now.
You brought me hither, Sir, and here Ile stay.
What! in a Bawdy-house?
Mother; what do you mean?
Mrs Bumpsey; pray feare no harm.
'Sfoot, she's in her Mawdlin fit: All her wine [Page] showres out in teares.
Oh, oh, oh,—
Pray have her in. Look carefully to her,
Oh, oh, oh,—
Take the Bottle with yee.
I, I, I.
In all to the next Room.—
Sir, she shall with me. Ile leave her where J found her.
Sir, no such matter.
'Sfoot, Gentlewoman, must I kick you out o▪ doores?
We arrest you, Sir; Nay, we shall rule you▪
The business Gentlemen.
Hast thou been shav'd since?
No, Sir, I was disguis'd.
Disguis'd!
Disguis'd in villany, which I recant.
We do not use to wait dry-fisted; nor dry throated.
I would you were as wet all over, as I was like to have been: Or, as you are Catchpoles, I would you had been but in those hands I escap'd from.
You have prevail'd, Sir.
VVee'll talk anon. The Youth appeares converted.
VVhat, you are off o'the hooks, me-thinks.
If there be no such thing, tell us the Riddle?
Let us salute her first.—
You professe Nobly, sir.
Yes, and admire your goodness.
Now we are for you, sir:
Then heare the story; which your late Impatience [Page] would not permit.
You got with child, and then deny'd her Marriage.
Twas so.
Ay me!
No passion, gentle Soule.
If this should prove my Father now!—
Well Sir, your Gentlewoman!
What can this come to?
Shee had a Brother, that lost his estate By Law—
Means he not mee?
To a Corrupt Oppressor—
Ha! How's that?
What's all this to your Daughter?
Why, here are wonders!
Bravely, nobly done
Come Mrs. Alice; and justifie your Act.
My Daughter, ha!
My sweetheart, hoe!
By what witch-craft?
By stronger Charmes, then your Art can dissolve▪ You know me now, Sir—And my Project, do you not?
Amb. Sir Humfrey Dryground.
I am struck dum with wonder.
O tis he, tis hee.
I will not be appeas'd.
My love! my Elynor!
So, cheare her up Sir Humfry. To her againe Sir Humfry; your Sonne and mine in Law has told me all your story, and reconcil'd your Brother Brookall to you before your interview. I know all, the full point and the whole substance; the flat and plaine of the businesse; and now I love these things againe. How now Sir Amphilus? [Page] Drown'd in Melancholly?
No: But and I were at the Duckingpond, I know what I know. But when I drown my selfe, I'll give you leave to hang me.
Your pardon, and your blessing; I beseech you.
Hence.
Indeed it was equall in her and mee.
Pray Sir your blessing.
Away.
Turne this way for a blessing then my Daughter,
Shall I tell you Neighbour? Law has no reliefe for you; And Conscience and you have a longe time been strangers▪ Could you be friends and embrace Conscience now, all would be well. And there's the substance. Is it plaine?
Conscience! do you know where she is?
Heeres one has brought her in his true Conversion.
Sure, all's but Apparition, or a dream.
Ha! Think you so? Tis your own flesh and blood: And by your leave and liking▪ may prove as honest a Man, as his Father. Is not this plaine now? Forgive and blesse [...]m all over, and so Kisse 'em too▪ They are your Children▪
O my deare Bump! Art thou there? Thou mayst kisse, and forgive me all over too, for any harm, or dishonesty; though the place be as they say-at a word, Bump. Thou mayst beleive me, I came but to learn Carriage of the Body, nor to carry no bodies body, but my owne body, Bump. No truely, truely Bump. o—o—that ever I did that.
Peace, peace: All's well. At least I know your Disease.
Think me not drunk, good Bump, a little fashion-sick, or so.
Fashion-sick! a fine civill word. To be drunk, is fashion-sick.
That's sure enough. But Sir, the other businesse.
What's that?
This binds us all into a Brother-hood.
And with a Brothers Love I now salute you.
Epilogue.
These Books following are printed for Humphrey Moseley, and are to be sold at his Shop at the Prince's Armes in St. Paul's Church-yard.
Various Histories, with curious Discourses in Humane Learning, &c.
1. DE Bello, Belgico, The History of the Low-Country-Warrs, written in Latine by Famianus Strada, in English by Sir Robert Stapylton; illustrated with divers figures, newly printed, in Folio.
2. The History of the Banished Virgin, a Romance, translated by I. H. Esquire, in Fol.
3. The Historie of Polexander, a Romance, Englished by William Brown Gent. Printed for T. W. and are to bee sold by Humphrey Moseley, in Fol.
4. The use of Passions, written by [...]. F. Senalt, and put into English by Henry Earl of Monmouth, in 8o.
5. Letters between the Lord George Digby, and Sir Kenelm Digby Knight, concerning Religion, newly printed in 8o.
6. Judicious and Select Essaies, and Observations, written by the Renowned and learned Knight, Sir Walter Raleigh, with his [Page] Apology for his Voyage to Guiana, in 8o. newly Printed.
7. Vnheard-of Curiosities concerning the Talismanicall Sculpture of the Persians, the Horoscope of the Patriarkes and the Judgement of the Starres, by James Gaffarel; Englished by Edm. Chilmead, Ch. Ch Oxon, newly printed in 8o.
8. The Compleat Horseman, and Expert Farrier, in two Books, by Thomas de Gray Esquire, newly printed with Additions, in 4o.
9. Mr. Iames Howels History of Lewis the Thirteenth, King of France with the life of his Cardinall de Richelieu, in Fol.
10. Mr. Howels Epistolae Ho-Elianae, Familiar Letters, Domestick and Forren, in six Sections, partly Historicall, Politicall, Philosophicall, the first Volume with Additions, in 8o.
11. Mr. Howels New volume of Familiar Letters, partly Historicall, Politicall, Philosophicall, the second Volume with many Additions, in 8o.
12. Mr. Howels Third Volume of Additional Letters of a fresher date, never before published, in 8o.
13. Mr. Howels Dodona's Grove, or the Vocall Forest, the first part, in 12o with many Additions.
[Page]14. Mr. Howels Dodona's Grove, or the Ʋocall Forest, the second part, in 8o never printed before.
15. Mr. Howels Englands Teares for the present wars.
16. Mr. Howel of the Pre-eminence and Pedegree of Parliament, in 12o.
17. Mr Howels Instructions and Directions for Forren Travels, in 12o with divers Additions for Travelling into Turky, and the Levant parts.
18. Mr. Howels Vote, or a Poem Royall presented to his Majesty, in 4o.
19. Mr. Howels Angli [...] Suspiria & lachrymae, in 12o.
20. Policy unveiled, or Maximes of State, done into English by the Translator of Gusinan, in 4o.
21. The History of the Inquisition, composed by the R. F. Paul Servi [...]a, the compiler of the History of the▪ Councill of Trent, in 4o translated out of Italian.
22. Biathanato's, a Paradox of self-homicide, by Dr Jo. Donne, Dean of St Pauls London, in 4o.
23. Marques Virgilio Malvezzi's Romulus and Tarquin, Englished by Hen. Earl of Monmouth, in 12o
24. Marques Virgilio Malvezzi's David persecuted, Englished by Ro. Ashley. Gent. in 12o.
25. Marques Virgilio Malvezzi, of the success and chief events of the Monarchy of Spain, in the year 1639▪ of the revolt of the Catalonians from the King of Spain, Englished by Rob. Gentilis Gen [...]. in 12o.
26. Marques Virgilio Malvezzi's considerations on the lives of Alci [...]iades, and Coriolanus, Two famous Roman Commanders Englished by Rob. Gentilis Gent. in 12o newly printed.
27. Gracious privileges granted by the King of Spain to our English Merchants, in 4o.
28. The History of Life and Death, or the prolongation of Life, written by Francis Lord Ʋerulam, Viscount St. Albans in 12o ▪
[Page]29. The Antipathy between the French and the Spanyard, an ingenious translation out of Spanish, in 12o.
30. Mr. Birds grounds of Grammer, in 8o
31. Mr. Bulwers Philocophus, or the Deaf and Dumb mans friend, in 12o.
32. Mr Bulwers Pathomyotomia, or the Dissection of the significative Muscles of the Affections of the Mind, in 12o.
33. An Itinerary contayning a voyage made through Italy in the yeares 1646, 1647. illustrated with divers Figures of Antiquity, never before published, by John Raymond, Gent in 12o
34. A Discovery of Subterraneal Treasure, viz of all manner of Mines and Minerals, from the Gold, to the Coal, with plain Directions and Rules for the finding of them in all Kingdoms, and Countreys, written by Gabriel Plat. Printed for I. E. and are to be sold by Humphrey Moseley, newly printed. 1653.
Severall Sermons, with other excellent Tracts in Divinity, written by some most eminent and learned Bishops, and Orthodox Divines.
35 A Manuall of private Devotions and Meditations for every day in the week, by the right reverend Father in God, Lancelot Andrews late Lord Bishop of Winchester, in 24o. newly printed.
36. A Manuall of Directions for the Sick, with many sweet Meditations and Devotions, by the right reverend Father in God, Lancelot Andrews, late Lord Bishop of Winchester, in 24o, newly printed.
37. Ten Sermons upon severall occasions, preached at St Pauls Cross, and elswhere, by the right reverend [Page] Father in God, Arthur Lake, late Lord Bishop of Bath and Wells, in 4o.
38. Six Sermons upon severall occasions, preached at Court before the Kings Majesty, and elsewhere, by that late learned and reverend Divine, John Donne, Dr. in Divinity, and Dean of St. Pauls London, in 4o.
39 A Key to the Key of Scripture, or an exposition with notes upon the Epistle to the Romans, the three first chapters, by William Sclater, Dr. in Divinity and Minister of the word of God at Pitmister in Somersetshire, in 4o.
40. Pretious promises and priviledges of the faithfull, written by Richard Sibbs, Dr in Divinity, late Master of Katharine Hall in Cambridge, and Preacher of Grayes Inne London, in 12o.
41. Sarah and Hagar, or the sixteenth Chapter of Genesis opened in nineteen Sermons, being the first legitimate Essay of the pious labours of that learned, Orthodox, and indefatigable Preacher of the Gospell, Mr. Josias Shute. B. D. and above 33 yeares Rector of St Mary Woolnoth in Lombardstreet, in Folio.
42. Christs Teares with his love and affection towards Jerusalem, delivered in sundry Sermons upon Luke 19. v. 41, 42. by Richard Maden, B. D. Preacher of the Word of God, late of Magdalen Colledge in Camb. in 4o.
43. Ten Sermons preached upon severall Sundays; and Saints dayes, by Peter Hausted Mr. in Arts, and Curate at Ʋppingham in Rutland, in 4o.
44. Eighteen Sermons preached upon the Incarnation and Nativity of our blessed Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, wherein the greatest mysteries of God lines are unfolded, to the capacity of the Weakest Christian, by John Dawson Oxon. in 4o.
45. The History of the Defenders of the Faith, discoursing the state of Religion in England during [Page] the Reign of King Henry 8. Edward 6. Queen Mary, and Queen Elizabeth. by C. L. in 4o.
46. Christian Divinity, written by Edmund Reeve. Batchelour in Divinity, in 4o.
47. The Communion-Book Catechism expounded by Edmund Reeve Batchelour in Divinity, in 4o.
48. The true and absolute Bishop, wherein is shewed how Christ is our only Shepheard and Bishop of our soules, by Nicholas Darton, Master in Arts, in 4o.
49. A description of the New-born Christian, or a lively pattern of the Saint militant, child of God, wri [...]ten by Nicholas Hunt, Mast [...]r in Arts, in 4o
50. Divine Meditations upon the 91. Psalm, and on The History of Agag King of Amalek with an Essay of Friendship written by an honourable person, in 12o.
51. An Historicall Anatomy of Christian Melancholy, by Edmund Gregory. Oxon. in 8o.
52. Lazarus his Rest, a Sermon preached at the Funerall of that pious, learned, and Orthodox Divine, Mr. Ephraim Ʋdall, by Thomas Reeve, Batchelour in Divinity, in 4o.
53. The Survey of Man, in a Sermon as it was delivered by Mr. John Bishop at his Fathers funeral, in 4o ▪ Printed 1652.
Choice Poems, with excellent Translatiors, and incomparable Comedies and Tragedies, written by severall ingenious Authors.
54▪ COmedies and Tragedies written by Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher, never printed before, and now published by the Authors Originall Copies, containing 34 plays, and a Masque, in Fol.
55. Epigrammata Thomae Mori Angli, in 16o.
56. Fragmenta Aurea, A Collection of the incomparable [Page] Pieces, written by Sr. John Suckling Kt. in 8o.
57. All Juvenals 16 Satyrs transláted by Sr, Robert Stapylton wherein is contained a survey of the manners & actions of mankind, with Annotations, in 8o
58. Musaeus on the loves of Hero and Leander, with Leanders letter to Hero, & her answer, taken out of Ovid, with Annotations by Sir Rob. Stapylton, in 8o.
59. Poems, &c. written by Mr. Edward Waller of Beconsfield Esq in 8o
60. Pastor Fid [...], the faithfull Shepheard, a Pastoral, newly translated out of the Original, by Mr. Rich. Fanshaw, Esq in 4o.
61. Poems, with a discovery of the Civil Warres of Rome by, Mr. Richard Fanshaw, Esq in 4o.
62. Aurora, Ismenia, and the Prince, with Oronta the Cyprian Virgin, translated by Thomas Stanly Esq the 2d Edition corrected and amended, in 8o.
63. Europa, Cupid crucified, Venus Vigils, with Annotations, by Thomas Stanly, Esq in 8o.
64. Medea, a Tragedy written in Latine by Lucius Annaeus Seneca, Englished by Mr. Edward Sherburn Esq with Annotations, in 8o.
65. Seneca's answer to Lucilius his Quaere, why good men suffer misfortunes, seeing there is a Divine providence, translated into English verse by Mr Edward Sherburn Esq in 8o.
66. Poems of Mr John Milton, with a Masque presented at Ludl [...]w Castle before the Earle of Bridgewater, then president of Wales, in 8o.
67. Poems, &c. with a Masque called The Triumph of Beauty, by James Shirley, Gent. in 8o.
68. Divine Poems, written by Francis Quarles, in 8o.
69. The Odes of Casimire, translated by Mr. George Hills of Newark, in 12o.
[Page]70. Steps to the Temple, Sacred Poems with the Delights of the Muses▪ upon several occasions, by Richard Crashaw of Cambridge, in 12o.
71. The Mistris, or several Copies of Love verses written by Mr. Abraham Cowley, in 8o.
72. Arnal [...]e and Lucenda, or the melancholy Knight, a Poem translated by L. Laurence, in 4o.
73. The Sophister, a Comedy in 4o. by Dr. S.
74. The Woman-hater, or, the Hungry Courtier, a Comedy written by Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher, Gent. in 4o.
75. The Tragedy of Thierry King of France, and his brother Theodoret, written by Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher, Gent. in 4o.
76. The Elder Brother, a Comedy written by Fran. Beaumont, & John Fletcher, Gent. in 4o.
77. The Scornfull Lady, a Comedy written by Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher, Gent. in 4o.
78. Cupids Revenge, a Tragedy written by Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher, Gent. in 4o.
79. Monsieur Thomas, a Comedy written by Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher, Gent. in 4o.
80. The two noble Kinsmen, a Comedy written by Francis Beaumont, and John Fletcher, Gent. in 4o.
81. The Tragedy of Albovine King of the [Page] Lombards, written by William Davenant, in 4o.
82. The Just Italian, written by VVilliam Davenant, i [...] 4o.
83. The Cruel Brother, a Tragedy written by William Davenant, in 4o.
84. The Unfortunate Lovers, a Tragedy written by VVilliam Davenant, in 4o.
85. Love and Honor, a Comedy written by William Davenant, in 4o.
86. Madagascar, with other Poems, written by William Davenant, in 12o.
87. The Countrey Captain, and the Varietie, two Comedies written by a Person of Honour, in 12o.
88. The Contention for Honor and Riches, a Masque written by James Shirley, Gent. in 4o.
89. The Triumph of Peace, a Masque presented by the four honourable Houses of Inns of Court before the King, and Queens Majesty at Whitehall, 1633, written by James Shirley, Gent. in 4o.
90. The Dutchess of Malfy, a Tragedy written by John Webster, Gent. in 4o.
91. Poems written by Mr. William Shakespear, Gent. in 8o.
92. The Cid, a Tragi-Comedy, translated out of French by Joseph Rut [...]er, Gent. in 12o.
[Page]93. Allarum to Poets by I. L. in 4o.
94. Fragmenta Poetica, or Miscellanies of Poeticall Musings, by Nich. Murford, Gent. in 12o.
95. Hymnus Tobaci Authore Raphaele Thorio, in 8o.
96. Hymnus Tobaci, a Poem in Honour of Tobacco, heroically composed by Raphael Thorius, made English by Peter Hausted, Mr. of Arts Camb. newly printed in 8o.
97. The Sophy, a Tragedy written by Mr. Iohn Denham Esquire.
98. Coopers Hill, a Poem written by Mr. Iohn Denham Esq. The second Edition in 4o. with Additions.
99. Poems, with a Masque, by Thomas Carew Esquire, Gentleman of the Privy Chamber to his late Majesty, revived and inlarged with Additions. in 8o.
100. Comedies and Tragedies, with other excellent Poems, by Mr. William Cartwright, late Student of Christ-Church in Oxford, and Proctor of the University. The Ayres and Songs set by Mr. Henry Laws servant to his late Majesty in his publick and private Musick, newly printed in 8o.
101. Clarastella, with other occasionall Poems, Elegies, Epigrams and Satyrs, written by R. Heath, Esq. in 12o.
[Page]102. Olor Iscanus, a Collection of some select Poems, and Translations, written by Mr. Henry Vaughan Silurist, newly printed in 8o.
103. The Academy of Complements, wherein Ladies, Gentlewomen, Scholars, and Strangers may accommodate their Courtly practise, with Gentile Ceremonies, Complementall, Amorous, high Expressions, and Forms of speaking, or writing of Letters, most in fashion, with Additions of many witty Poems, & pleasant new Songs, newly printed.
Books newly printed this present year for Humphrey Moseley.
104. THe Psalms of David from the new Translation of the Bible, turned into Me [...]re, to be sung after the old Tunes used in the Churches, by the Right Reverend Father in God, Henry King Bishop of Chichester, in 12o.
105. The Life of the most Learned Father Paul, Author of the History of the Council of Trent▪ translated out of Italian by a person of Quality, in 8o.
106. Choice Musick for three Voices, and a Thorough Base, composed by Mr. Henry, and Mr. William Lawes, brothers, and servants to [Page] his late Majesty; with divers Elegies set in Musick by severall Friends upon the death of Mr. William Lawes, in 4o.
107. Artificiall Arithmetick, containing the Quintessence of the Golden Rule, the true valuation of all Annuities, also to finde the distance at one station; an Art never till now published; useful for Gunners, Seamen, and Surveyors, by Rob. Jager, Gent. in 8o.
108. Cassandra, the fam'd Romance, the three first Books written originally in French, & now elegantly rendred into English by the right honorable the Lord George Digby, in 8o.
109. The History of Philoxipes and Policrite, taken out of Artamene, or the Grand Cyrus; made English by an honorable Person, in 8o.
110. The History of Don Fenise, a new Romance, written in Spanish by Francisco de las-Coveras, treating the Severall effects of Love, and Fortune, Englished by a Person of Honour, in 8o.
111. La Stratonica, or the unfortunate Queen, a new Romance, written in Italian, and now Englished by I. B. Gent. in 4o.
112. Ibrahim, or the Illustrious Bassa, an Excellent new Romance, the Whole Work in four parts, written in French by Mounsier de Scudery, and now Englished by Henry Cogan. Gent. in Fol.
[Page]113. Cassandra, the fam'd Romance, the whole Work in five parts, written originally in French, and now Elegantly rendred into English by a Person of quality, in Fol.
114. Cleopatra, a new Romance, written in French by the Fam'd Author of Cassandra, and now Englished by a Gen. of the Inner Temple
115. The Wild-Goose-Chase, a Comedy written by Fran. Beaumont & I. Fletcher, Gent.
116. The Widow, a Comedy written by Ben. Johnson, Iohn Fletcher, & Thomas Midleton.
117. The Soveraignty of the British Seas, written by that learned Knight Sir John Boroughes Keeper of the Records in the Tower.
Books printed this Tearm for Humphrey Moseley.
118. Poems and translations, the Compleat Workes of Thomas Stanley Esquire, in 8o. 1653.
119. Herodian of Alexandria his Imperial History of twenty Roman Caesars and Emperors of his time, first written in Greek, now converted into an Heroick Poem by C. B. Stapleton in 4o. 1653.
120. Grammatica Burlesa, or a new English Grammer, made plain and easie for Teacher and Scholar, composed by Edward Burles Mr. of Arts and School-master at East-Acton in Midlesex▪ in 12o. 1653.
[Page]121. Sions Prospect in its first view, presented in a Summary of Divine truths, consenting with the faith professed by the Church of England, confirmed from Scripture and Reason, composed by Mr. Ro. Mossom Minister.
122. Quaestio Quodlibetica, or a discourse whether it be lawfull to take Ʋse for Money, by R. F. Knight in 12o. 1653.
123. Historical Relations of the Vnited Provinces of Flanders, written in Italian by Cardinall Bentivoglio, and now rendred into English by the Right Honorable Henry Earl of Monmouth, in Fol. 1653.
124. Choice Novels and Amorous Tales, written by the most refined witts of Italy, newly translated into English by a Person of Quality, in 8o. 1653.
125▪ Nissena, an excellent new Romance, written Orignally in Italian, and now Englished by an Honorable Person, in 8o. 1653.
126. The Changeling, written by Thomas Middleton and W. Rowley, Gent. in 4o. 1653.
127. Paradoxes, Problems, Characters &c. by Dr. Donne D. of St. Paul's, to which is added a Book of Epigrams, written in Latin by the same Author; translated by Jasper Main D. D.
128. Ignatius his Conclave a Satyr written by Dr. Don [...] Dean of St Paules.
129. Essayes in Divinity by Dr. Donne D. of St. Paul's, before he entred into holy Orders.
[Page] These Books I have now in the Presse, ready to come forth.
130. Six new Playes, viz.
- The BROTHERS.
- The SISTERS.
- The DOUBTFULL HEIR.
- The IMPOSTURE.
- The CARDINALL.
- The COURT SECRET.
By James Shirley, Gent. in 8o. Being all that ever the Author made for the Private house in Black-Fryers.
131. The Sinners Teares in Meditations and Prayers, by Thomas Fettiplace of Peterhouse Cam [...]. in 12o.
132. The Naturall and experimentall History of Winds written in Latine by the right Honorable Francis Lord Verulam Viscount St. Alban, translated into English by an admirer of the learned Author▪ in 12o.
133. The Card of Courtship, or the Language of Love, fitted to the Humors of all Degrees, Sexes, and Conditions, in 12o. 1653.
134. Rena [...]us des Cartes's Excellent Compendium of Musick with Necessary and Judicious Animadversion [...] Thereupon by a Person of Honor, Illustrated with divers figures. 1653.
135. Naturall & divine Contemplations of the Passions and facultyes of the soul of man in three book [...], written by Nicholas, Mosley Esq
These Bookes I doe purpose to Print very Speedily.
136. THe History of the Warres of the Emperour Iustinian with the Persians, Go [...]hs▪ and Vandalls, written in Greek by Procopius of Caesarea, in [...]ight books, translated into English by Sir▪ Henry Holtcraft, Kt.
137. The History of the Kingdome of N [...] ples, with a large and exact Description of the Scituation, Quality, & nature of the Country▪ the Manners and Conditions of the People, with the famous Antiquityes, and the worthy men▪ that have lived therein, &c. Composed by the most Elaborate care of Sampson Lennard, Esquier.
138. Poemata Graeca & [...]na, à Gulielmo▪ Cartwright, è C. C. Oxon.
139. Le Ch [...]min Abrege, or a Discourse for the attaining of Sciences in a short time, with the Statutes of the Academy of the Cardinall Richelieu, translated out of French.
140. The Secretary in Fashion, or a Compendious and refined way of Expression in all manner of Letters, composed in French by P. Sr. de la S [...]rre augmented with instructions how to write Letters, moreover a Collection of 26 Choice moral Letters, written by the most refined wits of this age, also the Complements of the French tongue, newly▪ translated into English by a Person of Quality.