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A39803) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 49279) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 492:28) Fathers own son a comedy formerly acted at the private house in Black Fryers, and now at the Theatre in Vere-Street by His Majesties servants / the author John Fletcher, Gent. Monsieur Thomas Fletcher, John, 1579-1625. Brome, Richard, d. 1652? [96] p. Printed for Robert Crofts, London : [1660]. Dedication and commendatory verse signed: Richard Brome. First published in 1639 with title Monsievr Thomas. Reproduction of original in Huntington Library. eng A39803 R5287 (Wing F1342). civilwar no Fathers own son. A comedy. Formerly acted at the private house in Black Fryers; and now at the Theatre in Vere-street by His Majesties serva Fletcher, John 1660 28558 1229 0 0 0 0 0 430 F The rate of 430 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2002-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-03 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-04 TCP Staff (Oxford) Sampled and proofread 2002-04 Judith Siefring Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-05 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Fathers own Son . A COMEDY . Formerly Acted at the Private House in Black Fryers ; And now at the Theatre in Verestreet by His Majesties Servants . The Author IOHN FLETCHER Gent. LONDON , Printed for Robert Crofts at the Crown in Chancery lane . TO THE NOBLE HONOVRER OF The dead Authors works and memory , Master CHARLES COTTON . SIR , MY directing of this piece unto you , renders me obvious to many censures , which I would willingly prevent by declaring mine owne and your right thereto . Mine was the fortune to be made the unworthy preserver of it ; yours is the worthy opinion you have of the Author and his Poems : neither can it easily be determined , whether your affection to them hath made you ( by observing ) more able to judge of them , then your ability to judge of them hath made you to affect them , deservedly , not partially . In this presumptuous act of mine , I expresse my twofold zeale ; to him and your noble selfe , who have built him a more honourable monument in that faire opinion you have of him , then any inscription subject to the wearing of time can be . You will finde him in this Poem as active as in others , to many of which , the dull apprehensions of former times gave but slender allowance , from malitious custome more than reason : yet they have since by your candid selfe and others beene cleerely vindicated . You shall oblige by your acceptance of this acknowledgement ( which is the best I can render you , mine own weake labours being too unworthy your judicious perusall ) him that is ambitious to be known Your most humble servant ; RICHARD BROME . In prayse of the Authour , and his following Poeme . 'T Is both the life of Action and of wit , When Actors so the fanci'd humours hit , As if'twixt them and th' Authour there were strife How each to other should give mutuall life . The last this wanted not . Invention strayes Here in full many pleasant turning wayes , That like Meanders their curld circles bend , Yet in a smooth streame runne to crowne the end . Then 't is authoriz'd by the Authors name ; Who never writ but with such sprightly flame , As if the Muses jointly did inspire , His raptures only with their sacred fire . And yet perhaps it did participate At first presenting but of common fate ; When ignorance was judge , and but a few What was legitimate , what bastard , knew . The world 's growne wiser now : each man can say If Fletcher made it 't is an exc'lent play . Thus Poemes like their Authors may be sed , Never to live 'till they have first beene dead . Rich : Brome . Monsieur Thomas , A Comedy . Actus Primus , Scena Prima . Enter Alice and Valentine . Alice . HOw dearely welcome you are ! Val. I know it , And my best sister , you as deer to my sight . And pray let this confirm it , how you have govern'd My poore state in my absence , how my servants , I dare and must beleeve , else I should wrong ye , The best and worthiest . Alice As my womans wit Sir , Which is but weake and crazie . Val. But good Alice Tell me how fares the gentle Cellide , The life of my affection , since my travell , My long , and lazie travell ? is her love still Vpon the growing hand ? do's it not stop And wither at my yeares ? has she not view'd And entertain'd some yonger smooth behaviour Some youth but in his blossome , as her selfe is ? There lyes my feares . Alice They need not , for beleeve me So well you have manag'd her , and won her minde , Even from her houres of childehood , to this ripenesse , And in your absence , that by me inforc●d stil , So well distill'd your gentlenesse into her , Observ'd her , fed her fancy , liv'd still in her , And though Love be a boy , and ever youthfull , And young , and beauteous object● ever aym'd at , Yet here yee have gone beyond love , better'd nature , Made him appeare in yeares , in gray yeares fiery , His bow at full bent ever : feare not brother , For though your body has been farre off from her , Yet every houre your heart , which is your goodnesse , I have forc'd into her , won a place prepar'd too , And willingly to give it ever harbour : Beleeve she is so much yours , and won by miracle , ( Which is by age ) so deep a stamp set on her By your observances , she cannot alter , Were the childe living now ye lost at sea Among the Genoway Gallies , what a happinesse , What a maine blessing ? Val. O no more good sister , Touch no more that string , 't is too harsh and jarring . With that childe all my hopes went , and you know The root of all those hopes , the mother too Within few dayes . Alice 'T is too true , and too fatall , But peace be with their soules . Val. For her losse I hope , the beauteous Cellide . Alice . You may Sir , For all she is , is yours . Val. For the poore boyes losse , I have brought a noble friend , I found in travell A worthier minde , and a more temperate spirit If I have so much judgement to discerne 'em , Man yet was never master of . Alice What is he ? Val. A Gentleman , I doe assure my selfe , And of a worthy breeding , though he hide it : I found him at Valentia , poore and needy , Onely his minde the master of a treasure . I sought his friendship , wonne him by much violence , His honesty and modesty still fearing To thrust a charge upon me ; how I love him , He shall now know , where want and he hereafter Shall be no more companions : use him nobly , It is my will , good sister , all I have I make him free companion in , and part●er , But onely Alice I observe ye , hold your right there , Love and high rule allowes no rivals , brother● He shall have faire regard , and all observance . Enter Hylas . Hylas Ye are welcome noble Sir . Val. What , Monsieur Hylas● I 'me glad to see your merry body well yet . Hyl. Yf'aith y' are welcome home ; what news beyond ●eas ? Val. None , but new men expected , such as you are To breed new admirations : 't is my sister , Pray ye know her sir . Hylas With all my heart , your leave Lady . Alice Ye have it sir . Hylas A shrewd smart touch , which do's prognosticate A body k●ene and active , somewhat old , But that 's all one : age brings experience And knowledge to dispatch . I must be better And neerer in my service , with your leave sir , To this faire L●dy . Val. What , the old squire of dame● still● Hyl. Still the admire● of their goodnesse with all my heart now I love a woman of her yeares , a pacer That lay the bridle in her neck will travell Forty , and some what fulsome is a fine dish , These yong colts ; are too sketish . Enter Mary . Al. My cosin Mary In all her joy Si● to congratulate Your faire returne . Val. My loving , and kind cosin , A thousand welcomes . Mary . A thousand thanks to heaven Sir For your safe , voyage , and returne . Val. I thanke ●e : But wher 's my blessed Cellide ? her slacknesse In visitation . Mary Thinke not so deere Vncle , I left her on her knees , thanking the gods With teares and prayers . Val. Ye have given me too much comfort . Mary She will not be long from ye . Hyl. Your faire cosin ? Val. It is so , and a bait you cannot balke sir , If your old rule raigne in you , ye may know her . A happy stocke ye have , right worthy Lady , The poorest of your servants , vowes his duty And obliged faith . Mary O 't is a kisse you would sir , Take it , and tye your tongue up . Hyl. I am an asse I doe perceive now : a blinde asse , a blockhead : For this is handsomnesse , this that that drawes us , Body and bones : oh what a mounted forehead , What eyes and lips , what every thing about her ? How like a Swan she swims her pace , and beares Her silver breasts ? this is the woman , she , And onely she , that I will so much honour As to thinke worthy of my love , all older Idol● I heartily abhorre , and give to gunpowder , And all complexions besides he●s , to Gypsies . Enter Francis at one door , and Cellide 〈◊〉 another . Val. O my deere life , my better heart , all danger● , Distresses in my travell , all misfortune● , Had they been endlesse like the houses upon me , In this kisse , had been buried in oblivion● How happy have ye made me , truely happy ? Cel. My joy has so much overm●ste●ed me , That in my teares for your returne . Val. O deerest : My noble friend too : what a blessednesse Have I about me now ? how full my wish●● Are come agen , a thousand hearty welcome● I once more lay upon ye : all I have , The faire and liberall use of all my servant● To be at your command , and all the use● Of al within my power . Fran. Ye are too munificent , Nor am I able to conceive those thanks sir . Val. Ye wrong my tender love now , even my service , Nothing accepted , nothing stuck between us And our intire affections , but this woman , This I beseech ye friend . Fran. It is a jewell I doe confesse would make a thiefe , but never Of him that 's so much yours , and bound your servant , That were a base ingratitude . Val. Ye are noble , Pray be acquainted with her , keep your way sir , My cosin and my sister . Alice Ye are most welcome : Mary If any thing in our poore powers fair● sir To render ye content , and liberall welcome May but appeare , command it . Alice Ye shall find u● Happy in our performance . Fra. The poore serv●nt Of both your goodnesses presents his service . Val. Come no more complement : custome has made it Dull , old , and tedious : ye are once more welcome , As your own● thought● can make ye , and the same ev●r . And so wee 'l in to ratifie i● . Hyl. Harke ye Valentine , Is wild oates yet come over ? Val. Yes : with me Sir . Mar. How do'● he b●●re himself ? Val. A great deale better : Why doe you blush ? the Gentleman will doe well . Mar. I should be glad on 't Sir . Val. How do's his Father ? Hyl. As mad a worme 〈◊〉 ere he w●● . Val. I lookt for 't : Shall we enjoy your companie ? Hyl. I le wayt on ye● Only a thought , or two . Val. We bar all prayers . Exeunt all but Hylas . Hyl. This last wench , I this last wench was a faire one : A dainty wench , a right one : a devill take it , What doe I ayle ; to have fi●teene now in liking Enough a man would thinke to stay my stomack , But what 's fifteene , or fifteene score to my thoughts ? And wherefore are mine eyes made , and have lights , But to encrease my object● ? this last wenc● Stick● plagny close unto me : a hundred po●●d I were as close to her : if I lov'd now As many foolish men doe●I should run mad . Scaena Secunda . Enter old Sebastian , and L●●●celot . Seb. SIrha , no more of your Fr●nch shrugs I advise you , If you be lowzie , shift your selfe . La●. May it pleas● your worship● Seb. Onely to see my sonne , my sonne good L●uncelot : Your Master , and my sonnes body O me si● , No money , no more money Monsieur Launcelot● Not a dene●re , sweet Signior : b●ing the person , The person of my boy , my boy Tom : Monsieur Thomas , O● get you gone ag●n , du gata wh●●●ir , Bassa mi cu , good Launcelot , valet●t● . My boy , or nothing . Lan . Then to answer punctually . Seb. I say to 'th purpose . Lan . Then I say to'th purpose , Because your Worships vulgar understanding May meet me at the ne●rest● your sonne , my master , Or Monsieur Thomas , ( for so his travell stiles him ) Through many forraigne plots that vertue meets with , And dangers ( I beseech ye give attention ) I● at the last ariv'd To aske your ( as the French man cals it swee●ly ) Benediction , as jo●r 〈◊〉 jo●r . Seb. Sirha , do not conjure me with your French ●uries . Lan . Che ditt'a v●n , Monsieur . Seb. Che d●g● v●n , Rascall : Leave me your rott●n lang●●ge , and tell me plainely And quickly si●ha , 〈◊〉 I cr●ck your French crown● , What your good Master meanes : I have maintain'd You and your Monsieur , as I take it La●●celo● These two yeeres ●t your ditty 〈◊〉 , your 〈◊〉 : Iour me no more , for not another penny Shall passe my purse . Lan . Your Worship i● erroneous , For as I told you , your Sonne Tom , or Thomas , My Master , and your sonne is now arriv'd To aske ye , as our language beares it neerest Your quotidian blessing , and here he is in person . Enter Thomas . Seb. What Tom , boy , welcome with all my heart boy , Welcome ●●ith , thou hast gladded me at soule boy , Infinite glad I am , I have pra●ed too , Thomas For you wilde Thomas , Tom , I thank th●e hartily For comming home . Thom. Sir , I doe finde your prayers Have much much prevail'd above my sins . Seb. How 's this ? Thom. Else certaine I had perish'd with my rudeness● , Ere I had won my selfe to that discretion I hope you shall hereafter finde . Seb. Humh , humh , Di●cretion ? is it come to that ? the boy 's spoild . Thom. Sirah , you rogu● , look ●or't , for I will make thee Ten times more miserable then thou thoughtst thy selfe Before thou travelledst : thou hast told my father I know it , and I finde it , all my rogueries By meere way of prevention to undoe me . Lan . Sir● as I spe●ke eight language● , I onely Told him you came to aske his benediction , De jour ●njour . Thom. But that I must be civill . I would beat thee like a dog : sir , howsoever The time I have mispent may make you doubtfull , Nay , hard●n your beliefe 'gainst my co●ver●ion , Seb. A po● o' travell , I say . Thom. Y●t deere f●ther● Your owne ●●perience in my a●ter cour●e● . Enter Dorothea . Seb. Prethee no more ; t' is scurvy ; ther'● thy sister Vndon without redemption : he ●ates with pick● Vtterly spoyld , his spirit ba●fell'd in him . How have I sind that this affliction Should light so heavie on me . I have no more sonnes ; And this no more mine owne , no spark of nature Allows him mine now , h●'● growne t●me : my grand curse Hang ore his head that thus transform'd thee : travell ? I le send my horse to travell next : we monsieur , Now will my most canonicall d●ere neighbours Say I have found my sonne , and rejoyce with me Because he has mew'd his mad tricks off . I know not , But I am sure● this Monsieur , this fine gentleman Will n●ver be in my books like m●d Thomas , I must go● s●●k● an heire , for my inheritance Must not turne s●cretary : my name and q●ality Has kept my land three hundred yeers in madnesse , And it slip now , may it sinke . Exit . Th●. Excellent sister , I am glad to see thee well : but wher 's my father ? Dor. Gone discontent , it seeme● . Thom. He did ill in it As he dos all : for I was uttering A handsome speech or two , I have been ●tudying Ere since I came from Paris : how glad to see thee ? Dor. I am gladder to see you , with more love too I dare maintaine it , then my fathers sorry To see ( as he supposes ) your conversion : And I am sure he is vext , nay more I know it , He has prai'd against it mainely : but it appear●● sir Ye had rather blinde him with that poore opinion● Then in your selfe correct it , deerest brother , Since there is in our uniforme resemblance , No more to make us two , but our bare sexes : And since one happy birth pro●uced us hither , Let one more happy minde . Thom. Ir shallbe sister , For I can doe it when I list : a●d yet wench Be mad too when I please : I have the trick on 't . Beware a traveller . Dor. Leave tha● trick too , Thom. Not for the world : bu● whe●'s my Mistres●e And p●●thee say how do's she ? I melt to see her , And pre●e●●ly : I must a way . Dor● ●hen doe ●o . For o' my ●ath she will not see your brother● Thom. Not s●e me ? I 'le . Dor. Now y●u play your true self● How would my father love this ! I 'le assure ye She will not see you : she has heard , ( and lowdly ) The gambolls that you plaid since your departure , In every Towne ye came , your severall mischeifes● Your rowses , and your wenches : all your quarrel●s , And the no causes of 'em : these ● take it Although she love ye well , to modest eares , To one that waited for your reform●tion , To which end travell was propounded b● her Vncle , Must needs , and reason for it , be examined , And by her modesty , and fear'd too light too To fyle with her affections : ye have l●st her For any thing I see , exil'd your selfe . Thom. No more of that sweet Dol● , I wi●l be civill . Dor. But how long ? Thom. Wouldst thou have me lose my birth-right● For yond old thing will disinherit me If I grow too demure : good sweet Doll , prethee : Prethee deere sister , let me see her . Dor. No . Thom. Nay , I beseech thee : by this light . Dor. I : swagger . Thom. Kis●e me , and be my friend , we two were ●wins . And shall w● now grow strangers ? Dor. ' Ti● not my fault , Thom. Well , there be other women , and remember You , you were the cause of thi● : there be more lands too , And better people in 'em : fare ye well , And other loves : what shall become of me And of my vanities , because they grieve ye . Dor. Come hi●her , come , do you see that clowd that flyes there ? So light are you , and blown with every fancy : Will ye but make me hope ye may be civill ? I know your nature's sweet enough , and tender , Not grated on , nor curb'd : doe you love your Mistresse ? Thom. He lyes , that sayes I doe not . Dor. Would ye see her ? Thom. If you please : for it must be so . Dor. And appeare to her A thing to be belov'd ? Thom. Yes . Dor. Change then A little of your wildenesse into wisedome , And put on a more smoothnes●e : I 'le doe the best I can to helpe ye , yet I doe protest she swore , and swore it deeply , She would never see you more : where 's your man● heart now ? What doe you faint at this ? Thom. She is a woman : But he she entertaines next for a s●rvant , I shall be bold to quarter . Dor. No thought of fighting : Goe in , and ●here wee 'l talke more : be but rul'd , And what lyes in my power , ye shall be sure of . Exeunt Scaena Tertia . Enter Alic● and Mary . Al. HEe cannot be so wilde still . Ma. 'T is most certaine I have now heard all , and all the truth . Al. Grant all that : Is he the first , that h'as bin giv'n a lost man , And yet come fairely home ? he is yong , and tender And fit for that impression ; your affections Shall stamp upon him , age brings on discretion , A yeere hence , these mad toyes that now possesse him Will shew like bugbeares to him , shapes to ●right him ; Marriage dissolves all these like mists . Mar. They are grounded Hereditary in him , from his father And to his grave they will haunt him . Al. 'T is your feare Which is a wise part in you ; yet your love However you may seeme to lessen it with these dislikes , and choake it with these errors , Do what you can will break out to excuse him , Ye have him in your hart , and planted , Cosin , From whence the power of reason , nor discretion Can ever roote him . Mar. Planted in my heart Aunt ? Beleeve it no , I never was so liberall : What though he shew a so so comely fellow Which we call pretty ? or say it may be hansom ? What though his promises may stumble at The power of goodnesse in him , sometimes use too ? Al. How willingly thy heart betrayes thee cosin ? Cozen thy selfe no more : thou has● no more power To leave off loving him , then he that 's thirsty Ha● to abst●ine from drinke standing before him . His mind is not so monstrous for his shape If I have eye● ; I have not seene hi● better . A hansom browne complexion Mar. Reasonable Inclining to a tawney . Al. Had I said so You would have wish'd my tongue out● then his making . Mar. Which may be mended : I have s●ene legg● straiter . And cleaner made . Al. A body too , Mar. Far neater , And better set together . Alice God forgive thee , For against thy conscience thou lyest stubbornely . Mar. I grant 't is neat enough . Alice 'T is excellent , And where the outward parts are faire and lovely , ( Which are but molds o' th minde ) what must the soule be ? Put case youth has his swinge , and fyery nature Flames to mad uses many times . Mar. All this You onely use , to make me say I love him : I doe confesse I doe , but that my fondnesse Should fling it selfe upon his desperate follies . Alice I doe not counsell that , see him reclaim'd first , Which will not prove a miracle , yet Mary I am afraid 't will vexe thee horribly To stay so long . Mar. No , no Aunt , no beleeve me . Alice What was your dreame to night ? for I observ'd ye Hugging of me ; with good , deere , sweet Tom . Mar. Fye Aunt , Vpon my conscience . Alice On my word 't is true wench : And then ye kis●'d me Mary , more then once too , And sigh'd , and O sw●et Tom againe : nay , doe not blush , Ye have it at the heart wench . Mar. I 'le be hang'd first , But you must have your way . Enter Dorothea . Alice And so will you too , Or breake down hedges for it : Dorothea , The welcom'st woman living : how do's thy brother ? I heare he 's turn'd a wondrous civill gentleman Since his short travell . Dor. Pray heaven he make it good Alice . Mar. How doe ye friend , I have a quarrell to ye , Ye stole away , and left my company . Dor. O pardon me , deere friend , it was to welcome A brother , that I have some cause to love well . Mar. Prethee how is he ? thou speakst truth . Dor. Not perfect : I hope he will be . Mar. Never : ha's forgot me , I heare wench , and his hot love too : Alice Thou wouldst ●owle then . Mar. And I am glad it should be so ; his travels Have yeelded him variety of Mistresses , Fairer in his eye farre . Alice O cogging rascall . Mar. I was a fool● , but better thoughts I thank heaven . Dor. Pray do not think so , for he loves you deerely , Vpon my troth most ●●●mely : would faine see you . Mar. S●e m● friend● doe you thinke it fit ? Dor. It may be , Without the losse of credit too : he 's not Such a prodigious thing , so monstrous , To fling from all society . Mar. His so much contrary To my desires , such an antipathy That I must sooner see my grave . Dor. Deere friend , He was not so before he went . Mar. I grant it , For then I daily hop'd his fa●re convers●on . Alice Com● , do not maske your selfe , but see him freely , Ye have a minde . Mar. That minde I 'le master then . Dor. And is your hate so mortall ? Mar. Not to his person , But to his qualities , his mad-cap follies , Which still like Hydras heads grow thicker on him . I have a credit friend , and maids of my sort , Love where their modesties may live untainted . Dor. I give up that hope then : pray , for your friends sake , If I have any interest within ye , Doe but this courtesie , accept this Letter . Mar. From him ? Dor. The same : 't is but a minutes reading , And as we looke on shapes of painted divels , Which for the present may disturb our fancy , But with the next new object loose 'em so If this be foule , ye may forget it , 'pray : Mar. Have ye seene it friend ? Dor. I will not lye : I have not , But I presume , so much he honours you , The worst part of himselfe was cast away When to his best part he writ this . Mar. For your sake , Not that I any way shall like his scribling . Alice A shrewd dissembling queane . Dor. I thanke ye deere friend , I know she loves him . Alice Yes , and will not loose him , Vnlesse he leap into the Moone , beleeve that , And then shee 'l scramble too : yong wenches loves Are like the course of quarterns , they may shift And seeme to cease sometimes , and yet we see The least distemper puls 'em backe againe , And seats 'em in their old course : feare her not , Vnlesse he be a devill . Mar. Now heaven blesse me . Dor. What has he writ ? Mar. Out , out upon him . Dor. Ha , what has the mad man done ? Mar. Worse , worse , and wor●e still , Alice Some northerne toy , a little broad . Mar. Still fowler ? Hay , hay boyes : goodnesse keep me : oh : Dor. What ayle ye ? Mar. Here , take your spell againe , it burnes my fingers , Was ever Lover writ so sweet a Letter , So elega●t a stile ? pray looke upon 't : The rarest inventory of ranke oathes That ever cut-purse cast . Alice What a mad boy is this ? Mar. Onely i' th bottome A little julip gently sprinckled over To coole his mouth , lest it breake out in blister● , Indeed law . Yours for ever . Dor. I am sorry . Mar. You shall be welcome to me , come when you please● And ever may command me vertuously , But for your brother , you must pardon m● , Till I am of his nature , no accesse friend , No word of visitation , as ye love me , And so for now I le leave ye . Exit . Alice What a letter Has this thing written , how it roares like thunder ? With what a s●ate he enters into stile . Deere Mistresse . Dor. Out upon him bedlam . Alice Well , there be waies to reach her yet : such likenesse As you two carry me thinkes . Dor. I am mad too , And yet can apprehend ye : fare ye w●ll , The foole shall now fish for himselfe . Alice Be sure then His tewgh be tith and strong : and next no swearing , He 'l catch no fish else . Farewell Doll . Dor. Farewell Alice . Exeunt . Actus Secundus , Scena Prima . Enter Valentine , Alice , an● Cellide . Cell . INdeed he 's much chang'd , extreamely alter'd , His colour faded strangely too . Val. The ayre , The sharpe and nipping ayre of our new clymat I hope is all , which will as well restore To health againe th'affected body by it , And make it stronger far , as leave it dangerous ; How do's my sw●et , our blessed houre comes on now Apace my Cellide , ( it knocks at dore ) In which our loves , and long desires like rivers Rising asunder far , shall fall together , Within these too daies deere . Cel. When heaven , and you sir Shall thinke it fit : for by your wil● I am govern'd , Alice 'T were good some preparation . Enter Franck . Val. All that may be : It shall be no blinde wedding : and all the joy Of all our friends I hope : he lookes worse hourely : How do's my friend , my selfe ? he sweats too coldly . His pulse , like the slow dropping of a spowt , Scarce gives his function : how i' st man , alas sir , You looke extreme ill : is it any old griefe , The weight of which ? Fra. None , gentle sir , that I feele Your love is too too tender . Nay beleeve sir , Cell . You cannot be the master of your health , Either some feaver lyes in wait to catch ye , Whose harbinger 's already in your face We see preparing : or some discontent , Which if it lye in this house , I dare say Both for this noble Gentleman , and all That live within it , shall as readily Be purg'd away , an●●ith as much care ●o●ten'd , And where the cause is . Fra. 'T is a joy to be ill , Where such a vertuous faire Physitian Is ready to releeve : your noble ●ares I must , and ever shall be thankfull for , And would my service ( I dare not looke upon her ) But be not fearefull , I feele nothing dangerous , A grudging caus'd by th' alteration Of ayre , may h●ng upon me : my heart 's whole , ( I would it were ) Val. I knew the cause to be so . Fra. No , you shall never know it . Alice Some warme broths To purge the bloud , and keep your bed a day Sir , And sweat it out . Cel. I have such cordials , That if you will but promise me to take 'em , Indeed you shall be well , and very quickly , I 'le be your Doctor , you shall see how finely I 'le fetch ye up againe . Val. He sweats extreamely : Hot , very hot : his pulse beats like a drum now , Feele sister , feele , feele sweet . Fra. How that touch stung me ? Val. My gowne there . Cel. And those julips in the window . Alice Some see his bed made . Val. This is most unhappy , Take courage man , 't is nothing but an ague . Cell . And this shall be the last fit . Fra. Not by thousands : Now what 't is to be truely miserable , I feele at ●ull experience . Alice He growes fainter . Val. Come , leade him in , he shall to bed : a vomit , I 'le have a vomit for him . Alice A purge first , And i● he breath'd a veyne . Val. No , no , no bleeding , A Clyster will coole all . Cell . Be of good cheere Sir . Alice He'● loth to speake . Cel. How hard he holds my hand Aunt ? Alice I doe not like that signe . Val. Away to 's chamber , Softly , he 's full of paine , be diligent With all the care ye have : would I had ●cus'd him . Exeunt Scena Secunda . Enter Dorothea and Thomas . Dor. VVHy do you raile at me ? do I dwell in her To force her to do this or that ? your Letter● A wilde-fire on your Letter ; our sweet Letter ; You are so learned in your writs : ye stand now As if ye had worried sheepe : you must turne tippet , And suddenly , and truely , and discreetly Put on the shape of order and humanity , Or you must marry Malkyn the May Lady : You must , deere b●other : doe you make me carrier Of your confound-mee's , and your culverings ? Am I a seemely agent for your othes ? Who would have writ such a debosh'd ? Thom. Your patience , May not a man prof●sse his Love ? Dor. In blasphemies ? Rack a maids tender eares , with dam's and div●ls ? Thom. Out , out upon thee . how would you have me write ? Begin with my love premised ? su●ely , And by my truly Mistresse Dor. Take your owne course For I see all perswasion 's lost upon ye : Humanitie , all drownd : from this howre fayrely Tho. I le wash my hands of all ye do : farewell Sir● Thou art not mad ? Dor. No , if I were , deere brother I would keep you company : get a new Mistres●e Som suburb Sant , that ●ix pence , and som others Will draw to parley : carowse her health in Cans And candles ends , and quarrell for her beauty , Such a sweet hart must serve your turne : your old love Releases ye of all your tyes ; disclaimes ye And utterly abjures your memory Till time has better mannag'd ye , will ye comand me Tho. What bobd of all sides ? Dor. Any worthy service Vnto my father sir , that I may tell him Even to his peace of heart , and much rejoycing Ye are his true son Thom still ? will it please ye To beat some halfe a dozen of his servants presently That I may testifie you have brought the same faith Vnblemishd home , ye car●ied out ? or if it like you There be two chambermaids within , yong wenches , Handsom and apt for exercise : you have bin good , sir , And charitable though I say it Signiour To such poore orphans : and now , by th' way I think on 't Your yong reare Admirall , I meane your last bastard Don Iohn , ye had by Lady Blanch the Dairy Maid , Is by an Academy of learned Gypsies , Foreseeing some strange wonder in the infant Stolne from the Nurse , and wanders with those Prophets . There is plate in the parlour , and good store sir , When your wants shall supply it . So most humbly ( First rendring my due service ) I take leave sir . Exit . Tho. Why Doll , why Doll I say : my letter ●ubd too , And no accesse without I mend my manners ? All my designes in Limbo ? I will have her , Yes , I will have her , though the divell rore , I am resolv'd that , if she live above ground , I 'le not be bobd i' th nose with every bobta●le : I will be civill too : now I thinke better , Exceeding civill , wondrous finely carried : And yet be mad upon occasion , And starke mad too , and save my land : my father : I 'le have my will of him , how ere my wench goes . Exit . Enter Sebastian and Launcelot● Seb. Sirha , I say still you have spoild your Master : leave your ●tiches : I say thou hast spoild thy master . Lan . I say how sir ? Seb. Marry thou hast taught him like an arrant rascall , First to reade perfectly : which on my blessing I warn'd him from : for I knew if he read once , He was a lost man . Secondly , sir Launcelot , Sir lowsie Launcelot , ye have suffer'd him Against my power first , then against my precept . To keepe that simp●ing sort o● people company , That sober men call civill : marke ye that Sir ? Lan . And 't please your worship . Seb. It does not please my worship , Nor shall not please my wo●ship : third and lastly , Which i● the law were here , I would hang thee for , ( However I will lame thee ) like a villaine , Tho● hast wrought him Cleane to forget what 't is to do● a mischiefe , A handsome mischie●e , such as thou knew'st I lov'd well . My servants all are sound now , my drink sowrd , Not a horse pawnd , nor plaid away : no warrants Come for the breach of peace . Men travell with their money , and nothing meets 'em : I was accurs'd to send thee , thou wert ever Leaning to lazinesse , and losse of spirit , Thou slept'st still like a corke upon the water , Your worship knowes , I ever was accounted The most debosh'd , and please you to remember , Every day drunke too , for your worships credit , I broke the Butlers head too . Seb. No base Palliard I doe remember yet that anslaight , thou wast beaten , And fledst before the Butler : a blacke jacke Playing vpon thee furiously , I saw it : I saw thee scatter'd rogue , behold thy Master . Enter Thomas with a Booke . Thom. What sweet content dwels here ? L●. Put up your booke sir , We are all undone else . Seb. Tom , when is the horse-race ? Tho. I know not sir . Seb. You will be there ? Tho. Not I sir , I have forgot those journeyes . Seb. Spoild for ever , The cocking holds at D●rby , and there will be Iacke Wild-oats , and Will Purser . Tho. I am sorry sir , They should employ their time so ●lenderly , Their understandings will beare better courses . Seb. Yes , I will marry agen : but Monsieur Thomas , What say ye to the gentleman that challenged ye Before he went , and the fellow ye fell out with ? Thom. O good Sir , Remember not those follies : where I have wronged sir , ( So much I have now learn'd to discern my selfe ) My meanes , and my repentance shall make even , Nor doe I thinke it any imputation To let the law p●rswade me . Seb. Any woman : I care not of what colour , or complexion , Any that can beare children : rest ye merry . Exit . La. Ye have utterly undone : cleane discharg'd me , I am for the ragged regiment . Thom. Eight languages , And wither at an old mans words ? La. O pardon me . I know him but too well : eight score I take it Will not keepe me from beating , if not killing : I 'le give him leave to breake a leg , and thank him : You might have sav'd all this , and sworn a little . What had an oath or two bin ? or a head broke , Though t'had been mine , to have satisfied the old man ? Tho. I 'le breake it yet . La. Now 't is too late , I take it : Will ye be drunk to night , ( a lesse intreaty Has serv'd your turn● ) and save all yet ? not mad drunk , For then ye are the divell , yet the drunker , The better for your father still : your state is desperate , And with a desperate cure ye must recover it : Doe something , doe si●● doe some drunken thing , Some mad thing , or some any thing to help us . Tho Goe for a Fidler then : the poore old Fidler That sayes his songs : but first where lyes my Mistresse , Did ye enquire out that ? La. I' th Lodge , alone sir , None but her owne attend●●t● . Tho. 'T is the happier : Away then , finde this Fidler , and doe not misse me By nine ● clocke . La. Via●Exit . Tho. My father's mad now , And ten to one will disinherite me : I 'le put him to his plunge , and yet be merry . What Rybabald● ? Enter Hylas and Sam. Hyl. Don Thomasio . De bene venew . Tho. I doe embrace your body : How do'st thou Sam. Sam. The same Sam still : your friend sir . Tho. And how is 't bouncing boyes ? Hyl. Thou art not alter'd , They said thou wert all Monsieur . Tho. O beleeve it , I am much alter'd , much another way : The civil'st Gentleman in all your Country : Doe not ye see me alter'd ? ye , and nay Gentlemen , A much converted man : wher 's the best wine boyes ? Hyl. A sound Convertite . Tho. What hast thou made up twenty yet ? Hyl. By 'r Lady , I have giv'n a shrewd push at it , for as I take it , The last I fell in love with , scor'd sixteene . Tho. Look to your skin , Rambaldo the sleeping Gyant Will rowze , and rent thee piece-meale . Sam. He nev'r perceives 'em Longer then looking on . Tho. Thou never meanest then To marry any that thou lov'st ? Hyl. No surely , Nor any wise man I thinke ; marriage ? Would you have me now begin to be prentize , And learne to cobble other mens old boots ? Sam. Why you may take a Maid . Hyl. Where ? can you tell me ? Or if 't were possible I might get a Maid , To what use should I put her ? looke upon her , Dandle her upon my knee , and give her suger sops ? All the new gowns i' th parish will not please her , If she be high bred , for ther 's the sport she aymes at , Nor all the feathers in the Fryar● . Thom. Then take a widow , A good stanch wench , that tit● , Hyl. And begin a new order , Live in a dead mans monument , not I sir , I 'le keep mine old road , a true mendicant : What pleasure this day yeelds me , I never covet To lay up for the morrow : and me thinks ever Another mans cooke dresses my dyet neatest● Thom. Tho● wast wont to love old women , fat , and flat nosed , And thou wouldst say they kist like Flounders , flat All the face over . Hyl. I have had such damsels I must confesse . Tho. Thou hast been a pretious rogue . Sam. Onely his eyes : and O my conscience They lye with half the kingdome . Enter over the stage , Physitians and others . Tho. What 's the matter ? Whither goe all these men-menders , these Physitians ? Whose dog lyes sicke o' th mulligrubs ? Sam. O the Gentleman , The yong smug Signiour , Master Valentine , Brought out of travell with him , as I heare Is falne sick o' th sudden , desperate sicke , And likely they goe thither . Tho. Who ? yong Frank ? The onely temper'd spirit , Scholler , Souldier , Courtier : and all in one piece ? 't is not possible . Enter Alice . Sam. Ther 's one can better satisfie you . Tho. Mistresse Alice , I joy to see you Lady : Alice Good Mons●eur Thomas , You 'r welcome from your travell : I am hasty , A Gentleman lies sicke sir . Tho. And how do'st thou ? I must know , and I will know . Alice Excellent well , As well as may be , th●nk ye . Thom. I am glad on 't , And prethee ha●ke . Alice I cannot stay . Thom. A while Alice . Sam. Never looke so narrowly , the mark 's in her mouth still , Hyl. I am looking at her legs , prethee be quiet . Alice I cannot stay . Thom. O sweet Alice . Hyl. A cleane instep , And that I love a life : I did not marke This woman halfe so well before , how quicke And ni●ble like a shadow , there her leg shew'd : By th' mas a neat one , the colour of her stocking , A much inviting colour . Alice My good Mon●ieur , I have no time to talke now Hyl. Pretty breeches , Finely becomming too . Thom. By heaven . Alice She will not , I can assure you that , and so Tho. But this word . Alice I cannot , nor I will not● good Lord . Exit . Hyl. Well you shall heare more from me . Thom. Wee 'll goe visite 'T is charity : besides I know she is there : And under visitation I shall see hir Will ye along ? Hyl. By any meanes . Thom. Be sure then I be a civill man : I have ●port in hand boy●● Shall make mirth for a marriage day . Hyl. Away then . Exeunt Scaena Tertia . Enter three Physitians with an Vrinall . 1 Phis. A Plurisie . I see it . 2 I rather hold it For treinor cordi● . 3 Doe you marke the Pheses ? 'T is a most pestilent contagious feaver , A surfet , a plaguy surfet : he must bleed . 1 By no meanes . 3 I say bleed . 1 I say 't is dangerous : The person being spent so much before hand , And nature drawne so low , cly●ters , coole clysters . 2 Now with your favour● , I should think a vomi● : For take away the cause , the effect must follow , The stomack 's foule and fur'd , the pot 's unflam'd yet . 3 No , no , wee 'l rectifie that part by milde meane● , Nature so sunke , must finde no violence . Enter a Servant . S●r. Wilt please ye draw neere ? the weake gentleman Growes worse and worse still . 1 Come , we will att●nd him . 2 He shall doe well my friend . Ser. My master● love ●●r . 1 Excellent well I warrant thee , right and straight friend . 3 Ther 's no doubt in him , non● at all , nev'r f●●t● him . Exeunt . Scena Quarta . Enter Valentine and Michael . Mich. THat he is desperate si●k , I do beleeve well , And that without a sp●edy cure , it kils him , But that it lyes within the helpe of physicke , Now to restore his health , or art to cure him : Beleeve it you are co●ened : cleane beside it . I would tell ye the true cause too , but 't would vexe ye , Nay , run ye mad . Val. May all I have restor● him ? So deerely and so tenderly I love him , I doe not know the cause why , yea my li●e too . Mich. Now I perceive ye so well set , I 'le tell you , Hei mihi quod nullis amor , est medicabilis herbis . Val. ' Twa● that I onely fear'd : good friend go from me , I finde my heart too full ●or further conference : You are assur'd of this ? Mich. 'T will prove too certaine , But beare it nobly sir , youth hath his errors . Val. I shall do , and I thank ye● pray ye no word● on't , I doe not use to t●lk● sir . Exit . Val. Ye are welcome : Is there no constancy in earthly things : No happinesse in us , but what must alter , No life without the heavy load of fortune● What miseries we are , and to our selves , Even then wh●n full content seemes to ●it by us● What daily sores , and sorrowes ? Enter Alice . Alice O deere brother , The Gentleman if ev●r you will see him Alive as I think . Enter Cellide . Cel. O h●●aint● , for heaven sake , For heaven sake sir . Val. Go● com●ort him deere ●i●ter . Exit Alic● And one word sweet , with you● then we 'l go to him . What think you of this Gentleman ? Cel. My pity thinks sir , 'T is great misfortune , that he should thus perish . Val. It is indeed : but C●llide , he ●ust dye . Cel. That were a cruelty , when ●ar● may cur●●im● Why doe you weep so sir , he may recover● Val. He may , but with much d●nger●●y ●weet Cellid● You hav● a powerfull tongue . Cel. To doe you service . Val. I will betray his griefe : he loves a gentlewoman , A friend of yours , whose heart anoth●r ●old● . He knowes it too : yet such a sway blinde ●an●●● And his not daring to deliver it , Have won upon him , that they must undoe him : Never so hopefull and so sweet a spir●●● Misfortune fell ●o 〈◊〉 on● Cel. Sure she 's hard 〈◊〉 That can looke on , ●●d not relent , and deeply At such a misery● she is not ma●ried● Val. Not ye● . Cel. No● 〈◊〉 i● ? Val. When she pl●●se . Cel. And pray sir , Do's he deserve her truely , that she loves so● Val. His love may merit much : his person little , For there the match lyes mangled . Cel. Is he your friend ? Val. He should be , for he i● neere me . Cel. Will not h● dy● then ? When th'other shall recover● Val. Ye have 〈…〉 Cell . Me thinks he should goe neere it , if he love her ; If she love him Val. She do's , and would doe equall : Cel. 'T is A hard taske you put ●e : yet for your sake I will speake to her : all the art I have : My best end●vors : all hi●●outh and p●●●on● His mind more full of ●●auti● : all his hopes● The memory of s●ch a sad example● Ill spoken of , and never old : the curs●● Of loving maids , and what may be ●lleag'd I le lay before her● what 's h●●●●me●I am ready Val. But will you d●●l● effectually ? Cell . Most trul●● Nay , were it m● self● , at your entreaty● Vall. And could ye be so pittifull ? Cell . So dutifull ; Because you urge i● si● . Vall. It may 〈…〉 It is your self● C●ll. It is in deed , I know it● And now know how y● lov● me● Vall. O my deares●● Let but your goodnesse judge : your own● 〈◊〉 piti●● Set but your eyes on his afflictions : He is mine , and so b●comes your charge : but ●hink● What ruine nature suffe●● in this yo●ng man● What losse humanity , and noble manhood● Take to your better judgement my 〈◊〉 My age , hung ●ull of impotence , and 〈◊〉 My body budding now no more : seere wi●t●r Hath seal'd tha● sa● up●●t the b●st and happiest I can but b● your infant : you my nurse● And how unequall deerest● where his yeere●● His sweetnesse , and his ever spring of goodnesse● My fortunes growing in ●im● and my selfe too● Which makes him all your old lo●●● miscon●ei●e not , I say not this , as weary of my bondage● Or ready to infring● my faith : bear● 〈◊〉 Those eyes that I adore still , those lamp● that light me To all the joy I have● Cel. You have ●aid enough si● , And more then ere I thought that tongue could utter , But ye are a 〈◊〉 ● a f●ls● m●● to● . Val. Deere Cellide . Cel. And now , to shew you that I am a woman Rob'd of her rest , and fool'd out of her ●ond●esse , The Gentleman shall live : and if ●e love me● Ye shall be both my triumph●● I ●●ll to him● And as you carelesly fling off your fortune● And now grow weary of my easie winning● So will I lose the name of Valentin● , From hence●orth all his flatteries● and beleeve it , Since ye have so ●o slightly parted with affection , And that affection you have nawn'd your faith for● From this houre , no repentance , vowe● , nor prayers Shall pl●cke m● backe agen● what I shall doe , Yet I will under●ake hi● cure● expect it● Shall minister no comfort , no cont●nt To either of ye , but hourely more ●●xations● Val. Why let him dye then . C●l. No● so much I have loved To be commanded by you , that even now● Even in my hate I will obey your wishes● Val. What shall I doe ? Cel. Dye like a foole unsorrow'd● A bankrupt fool●● that fli●gs away his treasure ? I must begin my cure● Val. And I my crosses● Ex●●●t . Actus Tertius , Scena Prima . Enter Franck sick , Physitians , and a Poth●e●●y . 1 Phis. CLap on the Cataplasme . Fra. Good Gentlemen , Good learned Gentlemen . 2 And see those brothe● there , Ready within this houre , pray keep your armes in , The ayre is raw , and ministers much evill . Fra. Pray leave me : I beseech ye leave me gentlemen , I have no other sicknesse but your presence , Convey your Catapla●mes to those that need ' ●m , Your Vomit● , and your Clyst●rs . 3 Pray be rul'd sir . 1 Bring in the Lettice cap● you must be shaved sir , And then how suddenly wee●l make you sleep . Fra. Till doomes-day : what unnecessary nothing● Are these about a wounded minde ? 2 How doe ye ? Fra. What questions they propound too● how do you sir● I am glad to ●e● you well ? 3 A great distemper , it growes hotter still . 1 Open your mouth I pray sir . Fra. And can you tell me How old I am then ? there 's my hand , pray shew me How many broken shin● within this two yeare . Who would be thus ●n ●etters , good master Doctor , And you de●re Doctor , and the third sweet Doctor And pretious master Apothecary , I doe pray ye To give me leave to live a little longer , Ye stand before me like my blacks . 〈◊〉 'T is dangerous● For now his fancy turnes too . Enter Cellide . Cell . By your leave Gentlemen : And pray ye your leave a while too , I have something Of secret to impart unto the patient . 1 Withall our hearts . 3 I mary such a Physicke May chance to find the humour : be not long Lady For we must minister within this halfe houre . Exit . Plus . Cell . You shall not stay for me . Fra. Would you were all rotten That ye might only intend one anothers itches : Or would the Gentlemen with one consent Would drinke small Beere but seven yeare , and abolish That wild fire of the bloud , unsatiate wenching That your too Indies , spring● and fals might faile ye What torments these intruders into bodies . Cell . How do you worthy Sir ? Fra. Blesse me , what beames Flew from these angell eyes : O what a misery What a most studdied torment tis to me now To be an honest man : dare ye sit by me ? Cell . Yes ; and do more then that too : comfort ye I see ye have need . Fra. You are a faire Physitian : You bring no bitternesse gilt ore , to gull us No danger in your lookes , yet there my death lyes . Cell . I would be sorry sir , my charity And my good wishes for your health should merit So stubborne a construction : will it please ye To taste a little of this Cordiall Enter Valentine● For this I thinke must cure ye . Fra. Of which Lady ? Sure she has found my griefe ? why do you blush so ? Cell . Do you not understand ? of this● this Cordiall . Val. Of my afflicted heart : she is gon for ever . Fra. What heaven ye have brought m● Lad● ? Cell . Do not wonder : For t is not impudence , nor want of honour Makes me do this : but love to save your life sir Your life , too excellent to loose in wishes Love , virtuous love . Fra. A vertuous blessing crowne ye O goodly sweet , can there be so much charity So noble a compassion in that heart That 's filled up with anothers faire affections ? Can mercy drop from those eyes . Can miracles be wrought upon a dead man , When all the power ye have , and perfect object Lyes in anothers light : and his deserves it ? Cell . Do not dispaire : nor do not thinke to boldly I dare abuse my promise , t' was your friends And so fast tyde , I thought no time could ruine : But so much has your danger , and that spell The powerfull name of friend , prevail'd above him . To whom I ever owe obedience , That here I am , by his command to cure ye , Nay more for ever , by his full resignement And willingly I ratefie it . Fra. Hold for heaven sake , Must my friends misery make me a triumph ? Beare I that noble name , to be a Traitor ? O vertuous goodnes , keepe thy selfe untainted : You have no power to yeeld , nor he to render Nor I to take : I am resolv'd to die first . Val. Ha ; saist thou so ? nay then thou shalt not perish . Fra. And though I love ye above the light shines on me , Beyond the wealth of Kingdomes , free content , Sooner would snatch at such a blessing offer'd Then at my pardon'd life by the law forfeited , Yet , yet O noble beauty , yet O paradise For you are all the wonder reveal'd of it , Yet is a gratitude to be preserv'd A worthy gratitude to one most worthy The name , and noblenes of friends . Cell . Pray tell me If I had never know●e that gentleman Would you not willingly embrace my off●r ? Fra. Do you make a doubt ? Cell . And can ye be unwilling He being old and impot●nt : his aime too Levell'd at you , for your good ? no● constrain'd , But out of cure , and councell ? alas consider Play but the woman with me , and consider As he himselfe do's , and I now dare see it Truly consider sir , what misery . Fra. For vertues sake take heed . Cell . What losse of youth , What everlasting banishment from that Our yeares doe only covet to arive at Equall affections and shot together : What living name can dead age leave behind him What art of memory but fruitlesse do●ting ? Fra. This cannot be . Cell . To you unlesse ye apply it With more and firmer faith , and ●o digest it I speake but of things possible , not done Nor like to be , a posset cures your sicknesse And yet I know ye grieve this ; and howsoever The worthines of Friend may make ye stagger Which is a faire thing in ye , yet my Pa●ient , My gentle Pati●nt , I would ●ain● say more If you would understa●d . Val. O cruell Wom●n . Cell . Yet sure your sicknesse is not so forgetfull Nor you so willing to be lost . Fra. Pray stay there : Me thinks you ar● no● faire now● me think● more That modest , vertu● , men d●li●ered of you Shewe● b●t like sh●dow to me , thi● , and fad●ng . Val. Excellent Friend . Fra. Y● have no share in goodnesse● Ye are belyde ; you are not Cellide , The modest , unaculate : who are ye ? For I will know : what devill to do mischiefe Vnto my vertuous Friend , hath shifted shape● With that unblemished b●auty . Cell . Do not rave Sir , Nor let the violence of thoughts distract ye , You shall enjoy me : I am yours : I pitty● By those faire eyes I do . Fra. O double hearted , O woman , perfect woman : what distraction Was meant to mankind when th●u was 't made a devill , What an invyting hell invented ? tell me , And if you yet remember what i● goodnesse , Tell me by that , and truth , can one so cherish'd So sainted in the soule of him , whose service Is almost turn'd to supperstition , Whose every day endeavours , and desires Offer themselves like incense on your altar , Wose heart holds no intelligence , but holy And most religious with his love : whose life ( And let it ever be remembred Lady ) ●s drawne out only for your ends . Val. O miracle . Fra. Whose all , and every part of man : pray make me Like ready Pages wait upon y●ur pleasures ; Whose breath is but your bubble . Can ye , dare ye , Must ye cast of this man , though he were willing , Though in a noblenes , so cro●●e my danger His friendship durst confirme it , without basenesse , Without the staine of honour ? shall not people Say liberally hereafter , ther 's the Lady That lost her Father , Friend , herselfe , her faith too , To ●awne upon a stranger , for ought you know As faithlesse as your selfe , in love as fruitlesse ? Val. Take her withall my heart , thou art so honest That t is most n●cessary I be undone . Cell . With all my soule possesse her . Exit , Val. Till this minut. I scorn'd , and hated ye , and came to cosen ye : Vtter'd those things might draw a wonder on me , To make ye mad . Fra. Good heaven , what is this woman ? Cell . Nor did your danger , but in charity . Move me a whit : nor you appeare unto me More then a common object , yet , now truely , Truely , and nobly I doe love ye deerely , And from this houre , ye are the man I honour , You are the man , the excellence , the honesty , The onely friend , and I am glad your sicknes●e Fell so most happily at this time on ye , To make this truth the worlds . Fra. Whether doe you drive me ? Cell . Backe to your honesty , make that good ever , 'T is like a strong built Castle , ●eated high , That drawes on all ambitions , still repaire it , Still fortifie it : there are thousand foes Besides the tyrant beauty , will ass●ile it : Looke to your Centin●ls that watch it hourely , Your eyes , let them not wand●r . Fra. Is this serious ? Cell . Or do'● she play still with me ? Keep your eares , The two maine ports that may betray ye strongly From light beliefe first , then from flattery , Especially where woman beat● the parley : The body of your ●trength , your noble heart From ever yeelding ●o dishonest ends , Rigd round about with vertue , that no breaches● No subtle mynes may meet ye . Fra. How like the Sun Labouring in his eclipse , darke , and prodigious , She shew'd till now ? when having won her way , How full of wonder he breakes out againe , And sh●ds his vertuous beame● : excellent Angell , For no lesse can that heavenly minde proclaime thee , Honour of all thy s●xe , l●● it be ●awfull , And like a pilg●im thus I kneele to beg it , Not with proph●n● lips now , nor burnt affection● , But , reconcil'd to faith , with holy wish●● , To kisse that virgin h●nd . Cel. Take your des●●e sir , And in a nobler way , for I dare trust ye , No other fruit my love must ever yeeld yee , I feare no more : yet your most constant memory ( So much I am wedd●d to that worthinesse ) Shall ever be my friend , companion , husband , Farewell , and fairely governe your affections , Stand , and deceive me not : O noble yong man , I love thee with my soule , but dare not say it● Once more farewell , and prosper . Exit . Fra. Goodne●●e guid● t●●e : My wonder like to fear●full shapes in dreames , Has wakened me out o● my fit o● folly , But not to shake it off● a spell dwel● in me , A hidden charme shot from thi● b●●ut●ou● woman , That ●ate can ne'r avoid , nor physicke finde , And by her counsell strengthen'd : onely thi● Is all the ●●lpe I have , I love faire vertue● Well , somet●i●g I must doe , to be a friend , Yet I am poore , and ●ardy : something ●or her too , Though I can never r●●ch her excellenc●● Yet but to give an offer at a grea●●esse . Enter Valentine , Thomas , Hylas , and 〈◊〉 . Val. Be not uncivill Tom , and take your pl●a●●re . Thom. Do● you think I am mad● you 'l give me l●●ve To try her fairely ? Val. Doe your b●st . Thom. Why th●r● 〈◊〉 , But wher 's the sicke man ? Hyl. Where are the gentlewomen That should attend him , ther 's the patent Me thinks these women . Thom. Thou thinkst nothing else . Val. Goe to him friend , and com●ort him : I le leade ye : O my best joy , my worthiest friend , p●ay pardon me● I am so over-joy'd I want expression : I may live to be thankfull : bid your friends welcome . Exit . Val. Thom. How do'st thou Frank● how do'st thou boy , beare up man : What , shrink i' th sin●we● for a little sicknesse ? Deavolo morte . Fra. I am o' th mending hand . Thom. How like a F●ute thou speak'st : o' th mending hand man● Gogs bores , I am well , speake like a man of worship . Fra. Thou art a mad companion : never staid Tom ? Tho. Let rogues be staid that have no habitation , A gentleman may wander : sit thee down Frank , And see what I have brought thee : come discover , Open the s●e●ne , and let the work appeare , A friend at need you rogue is worth a million . Fra. What hast thou there , a julip ? Hyl. He must not touch it , 'T is present death . Tho. Ye are an Asse , a twir●pipe , A Ieffrey Iohn bo peepe , thou mimister , Thou mend a left-handed pack-saddle , out puppey , My friend Frank , but a very foolish fellow : Do'st thou see that bottle ? view it well . Fran. I doe Tom. Tom. There be as many lives in 't , as a Ca● carrie● , 'T is everlasting liquor . Fra. What ? Tom. Old Sack boy , Old reverend Sack , which for ought that I can reade yet , Was that Philosophers Stone the wise King Ptolomeus Did all his wonders by . Fra. I see no harme Tom , Drinke with a moderation . To●. Drinke with suger , Which I have ready here , and here a glasse boy , Take me without my tooles . Sam. Pray sir be temperate , You know your owne state best . Fra. Sir , I much thanke ye , And shall be carefull : yet a glasse or two So fit I finde my body , and that so needfull . Tom , Fill it , and l●ave your fooling : thou say'st true Frank . Hyl. Where are these women I say ? Tom. T is most necessary , Hang up your ●ulips , and your portugall possets , Your barly brothes , and sorrell sops , they are mangy , And breed the scratches onely : give me Sa●k : I wonder where this wench is though : have at thee : Hyl. So long , and yet no bolting . Fra. Do● , I 'le pledge thee . Tom. Take it off thrice , and then cry heigh like a Huntsman With a cleere heart , and no more fits I warrant thee . The onely Cordiall Frank . Phis. within , & Serv. 1 Phis. Are the things ready ? And is the Barber come ? Ser. An houre agoe sir . 1 Phis. Bring out the oyles then . Fra. Now or never gentlemen , Doe me a kindenesse and deliver me . Tom From whom boy ? Fra. From these things , that talke within there , Physitians , Tom , Physitians , scowring-sticks , They meane to reade upon me . Enter three Phis. Apoth. and Barber . Hyl. Let 'em enter . Tom. And be thou confident , we will deliver thee : For looke ye Doctor , say the divell were sicke now , His hornes saw'd off and his head bound with a Biggin , Sicke of a calenture tak●n by a surfet Of stinking soules at his nephews , and S. Dunstans , What would you minister upon the sudden ? Your judgement short and sound . 1 Ph. A fooles head● Tom. No sir , It must be a Physitians for three causes , The first because it is a bald head likely , Which will down easily without apple-pap . 3 Phis. A maine cause . Tom. So it is , and well consider'd , The second , for 't is fil'd with broken Greek sir , Which will so tumble in his stomacke , Doctor , And worke upon the crudities , conceive me The feares , and the fidle strings within it , That those damn'd soules must disembogue againe . Hyl. Or meeting with the stygian humour . Tom. Right sir . Hyl. Forc'd with a cataplasme of crackers . Tom. Ever . Hyl. Scowre all before him , like a Scavenger . Tom. Satis fecisti domine : my last cause , My last is , and not least , most learned Doctors , Because in most Physitians heads ( I meane those That are most excellent , and old withall , And angry , though a patient say his prayers , And Paracelsians that doe trade with poysons , We have it by tradition of great writers ) There is a kinde of toad-stone bread , whose vertue The Doctor being dri'd . 1 Phis. We are abus'd ●irs . Hyl. I take it so , or shall be , for say the belly-ake Caus'd by an inundation of Pease-porridge , Are we therefore to open the port veyne , Or the port Esquiline ? Sam. A learned question : Or grant the di●phragma by a rupture , The signe being then in the head of Capricorne . Tom. Meet with the passion Hupercondriaca , And so cause a ●arnositie in the kidneyes . Tom. Must not the brains being butter'd with this humou● Answer me that . Sam. Most excellently argued . 2 Phis. The next fit you will have , my most fine scholl● Bedlam shall finde ia salve for : fare ye well sir , We came to doe you good , but these yong Doctors It seemes have boar'd our noses . 3 Drinke hard Gentlemen , And get unwholesome drabs : 't is ten to one then We shall heare further from ye , your note alter'd . E●● Tom. And wilt thou be gone , saies one ? Hyl. And wilt thou be gone saies to'ther ? T●as. Then take the odde crowne To mend thy old gowne . Sam. And we 'l be gone all together . Fra. My learned Tom. Enter Servant . Ser. Sir , the yong Gentlewomen Sent me to see what company ye had with ye , They much desire to vis●te ye . Fra. Pray ye thanke 'em , And tell 'em my most sicknes●e is their absence : Ye see my company . Tom. Come hither Crab , What gentlewomen are these ? my Mistresse ? Ser. Yes sir . Hyl. And who else ? Ser. Mistresse Alice . Hyl. Oh . Tom. Harke ye sirha . No word of my being here , unlesse she know it . Ser. I doe not thinke she do's . Tom. Take that , and mum , then Ser. You have ty'd my tongue up . Exit . Tom. Sit you downe good Francis● And not a word of me till ye heare from me , And as you finde my humour , follow it : You two come hither , and stand close , unseen boye●● And doe as I shall tutor ye . Fran. What , new worke ? Tom. Prethee no more , but helpe me now , Hyl. I would faine Talke with the gentlewomen . Tom. Talke with the gentlewomen ? Of what forsooth ? whose maiden-head the last maske Suffer'd impression , or whose clyster wrought best : Take me as I shall tell thee . Hyl. To what end ? What other end came we along ? Sam. Be rul'd though . Tom. Your we●z●ll face must needs be ferretting About the farthing-ale , Doe as I bid ye , Or by this light . Hyl. Come then , Tom. Stand close and marke me , Fran. All this forc'd foolery will never doe it . Enter Alice and Mary . Alice I hope we bring ye health sir : how is 't with ye ? Ma. You look far better trust me , the fresh colour Creeps now againe into his cheeks . Alice Your enemy I see has done his worst . Come , we must have ye Lusty againe , and frolicke man ; leave thinking Ma. Indeed it do'● ye harme sir . Fra. My best visitants , I shall be govern'd by ye . Alice You shall be well then , And suddenly , and soundly well . Ma. This ayre sir Having now season'd ye : will keep ye ever . Tho. No , no , I have no hope , nor is it fit friend● , My life has bin so lewd , my loose condition , Which I repent too late , so lamentabl● , That any thing but curses light upon me , Exorbitant in all my waies . Alice Who 's that sir , Another sicke man . Ma. Sure , I know that voyce well . Tho. In all my courses , cureles●e disobedience . Fra. What a str●nge fellow 's this ? Tho. No counsell friends , No looke before I leapt . Alice Doe yo' know the voyce sir ? Fra. Yes , 't is a gentlemans that 's much afflicted In 's minde : great pitty Ladie● . Alice Now heaven help him . Fra. He came to me , to ask● free pardon of me , For some things done long since , which hi● distemper Made to appeare like wrong , but 't was not so . Ma. O that this could be truth . Hyl. Perswade your selfe . Tho. To what end gentlemen , when all is perish'd Vpon a wrack , is there a hope remaining ? The sea , that nev'r knew sorrow , may be pittifull , My credit 's spilt , and sunke , nor is it possible , Were my life lengthened out as long as . Ma. I like this well . Sam. Your minde is too mistrustfull . Tho. I have a vertuous sister , but I scorn'd her , A Mistres●e too , a noble gentlewoman , For goodnesse all out-going . Alice Now I know him . Thom. With these eyes friends , my eyes must nev'r see more● Al. This is for your sake Mary : take heed cosen , A man is not so soone made . Tom. O my fortune , But it is just , I be despis'd and hated . Hyl. Despaire not , 't is not manly : one houres goodnesse Strikes off an infinite of ils● Al. Weepe truly And with compassion Cosin . Fra. How exactly This cunning yong thee●e plaies hi● part . Ma. Well T●m My Tom againe , if thi● be ●●uth . Hil. She weepe● boy . Tom. O I shall die . Ma. Now heaven defend . Sam. Thou hast her . Tom. Come lead me to my Friend to take his farewell , And then what fortune sh●ll b●●●ll me , welcome . How do's it show ? Hyl. O rarely well . Ma. S●y you so Sir● Fra. O ye grand Asse . Ma. And are ye ●here my Iuggl●● Away we are abus'd Alice . Al. Foole be with thee . Exit . Ma● and Al. Tom. Where is she . Fra. Gon ; she found you out , and finely● In your own nooze she halter'd ye : you must be whispering To know how things showd : not conte●t to fare well But you must roare out rost meate ; till that suspition You carried it most neately , she beleeved too And wept most tenderly● had you continew'd , Without doubt you had brought her off . Tom. This was thy Rouging , For thou wert ever whispering : fye upon thee Now could I breeks thy head . Hyl. You spoke to m● first . Tom. Do not anger me , For by this hand I le beate the buzard blind then She shall not scape me thus : farewell for this time , Fra. Good night , t is almost bed time : yet no sleepe Must enter these eyes , till I work● a wonder . Exit . Tom. Thou shalt along too , for I meane to plague thee For this nights sins , I will nev'r leave walking of thee Till I have worne thee out . Hyl. Your will be done Sir . Tom. You will not leave me Sam. Sam. Not I. To● Away then : I le be your guid now , if my ma● be trusty My spightfull Dame , I le pipe ye such a hun●●up Shall make ye daunce a tipvac● : keepe clos● to me . Exeunt . Scena Secunda . Enter Sebasti●● , and Dorothy . Seb. NEver perswade m● , I will marry againe What should I leave my state to , pin● & poaking stick● To Farthingal● , and frownce● , to ●ore-horse● And a old leather bawdy house behind 〈◊〉 To thee ? Dor. You have a sonne Sir● Seb. Where , what is he ? Who is he like● Dor. Your selfe . Seb. Thou lyest , thou hast mard him , Thou● and thy praier bookes : I do disclaime him : Did not I take him singing yesternight A godly Ballad , to a godly tune too , And had a catechizme in 's pocket Damsell , One of yonr deare disciples , I perceive it ? When did he rid● abroad since he came over ? What Taverne has he us'd to● what things done That shewes a man , and mettle ? when was my house At such a shame before , to creep to bed At ten a clocke , and twelve , for want of company ? No singing , nor no dauncing , nor no drinking ? Thou think'st not of these scandals ; when , and where Ha● he but shewd his sword of late . Dor. Dispaire not I do beseech you Sir , nor temp● your weaknesse , For if you lik● it so , I can assure you He is the sam● man still . Seb. Would thou wert ash●● On that condition ; but beleeve it gossip You shall know you have wrong● Dor. You never Sir● So will I know my duty●●nd ●or h●●ven ●ak● , Take but this counc●ll with ye ere you marry , You were wont to ●e●●e me : ●ake hi● , and confesse him Search him toth' quicke , and if you find him false Do as please you●● Mother● name I honour . Seb. H● i● lost , and sp●il●d I am re●olv'd my 〈◊〉 Shall never har●our him : and for your Minion I le keepe you ●lose enough , least you breake loose And do mo●e michiefe : get ye in● who waite . Exit . Dor. Enter Serva●t● Ser. Do you call Sir ? Seb. Seeke the Boy : and bid him wait My pleasure in the morning : marke what house He is in , and what he do's : and truly tell me . Ser. I will not faile Sir . Se●● If y● do , I le hang ye . Exeunt . Scena Tertia . Enter Thomas , Hylas , and Sam. Tom. KEepe you the backe doore there , and be sure None of her servants enter , or goe out , If any woman pa●●e , she i● lawfull prize , boyes Cut off all convoyes . Hyl. Who shall answere this ? Tho. Why , I shall answere it , you fearefull widgen , I shall appeare toth' action . Hyl. May we discourse too On honourable tearmes ? Tho. With any gentlewoman That shall appeare at window : ye may rehears● too By your commission safely , some sweet parc●●● Of poetry to ● Chambermaid . Hyl. May we sing too ? For ther 's my master-piece . Tho. By no meanes , no boyes , I am the man reserv'd for ayre , 't is my part , And if she be not rock , my voyce shall reach her● Ye may record a little , or y● may whistle , As time shall minister , but for maine singing● Pray ye satisfie your selves● away , be carefull . Hyl. But har● ye one word Tom , we may b● be●ten . Tom. That 's as ye think good your selv●●● i● you des●rv● it , Why 't is the easiest thing to compasse : beat●n ? What bugbeares dwell in thy br●ins ? who should beat thee ? Hyl. She has men enough● Thom. Art not thou man enough too● Thou hast flesh enough about thee : if all that mas●e Will not maint●ine a little spirit , hang it , And dry it too for dog● meat● get you gone ; I have things of moment in my minde : that doo●e , Keep it a● thou would'st keep thy wife from a S●●vingman . No more I say : away Sam. Sam. At your will sir , Exit Hyl. & Sam. Enter Launcelot and F●dler . Lan . I have him here , a rare rogue , good sweet master , Doe something of som● savour suddenly● That we m●y eat , and live ; I am almost starv'd , No point manieur● no point devein , 〈◊〉 Signi●●● , Not by the vertue of my languages , Nothing at my old masters to be hoped for , O Signieur du , nothing to line my life with , But cold Pyes with a cudgell , till you help us . Tho. Nothing but famine ●rights thee : come hither Fidler , Whad Ballads are you seen in best : be sho●t sir . Fidler Vnder your masterships correction , I can sing The Duke of Norfolk● , or the merry Ballad Of Diver●● and Lazarus , the Rose of England , In Creet when Dedimus first began , Ionas his crying out against Coventry , Tho. Excellent , Rare matters all . Fid. Mawdlin the Merchants daughter , The Divell , and ye dainty Dames . Tom. Rare still . Fid. The landing of the Spaniards at Bow , With the bloudy battell at Mile-end . Tho. All excellent : No tuning as ye love me ; let thy Fidle Speake welch , or any thing that 's out of all tune , The vilder still the better , like thy selfe , For I presume thy voyce will make no trees dance . Fid. Nay truely , ye shall have it ev'n as homely . Tho. Keep ye to that key , are they all abed trow ? Lan . I heare no stirring anywhere , no light In any window , 't is a night for the nonce Sir . Tom. Come strike up then : and say the Merchants daughter , We 'l beare the burthen : proceed to incision Fidler . Song . Enter Servant above . Ser. Who 's there ? what noyse is this ? what rogue At these houres ? Thom. O what is that to you my foole ? O what is that to you , Plucke in your face you bawling Asse , Or I will breake your brow . A new Ballad , a new , a new . hey down , down , adown . Fid. The twelfth of Aprill , on May day , My house and goods were burnt away , &c. Maid above . Maid Why who is this ? Lan . O damsell deere , Open the doore , and it shall appeare , Open the doore , O gentle squire . Maid I 'le see thee hang first : farewell my d●●re , ' Ti● master Thomas , there he stands . Enter Mary above . Mary 'T is strange That nothing can redeeme him : raile him h●nce , Or sing him out in 's owne way , any thing To be deliver'd of him . Maid Then have at him● My man Thomas did me promise . He would visite me this night . Tho. I am here Love , tell me deer● Love , How I may obtaine thy sight . Maid Come up to my window lov● , come , come , come , Come to my window ●y deere , The win●e , nor the raine , shall troubl● th●● ag●ine , But thou shalt be lodged ●ere . Thom. And art thou strong enough ? Lan . Vp , up , I warrant ye . Mary What do'st thou meane to do● ? Maid Good Mistres●e peace , I 'le warrant ye wee 'l coole him : Madg● , Madge above . Madge I am ready . Tho. The loue of Greec● and it ti●kled him so , That he devised a way to goe . Now sing the Duke of Nort●umberland . Fidler And climbing to promotion , He fell down suddenly , Madge with a divels vizard roring , offers to kisse him , and he f●ls down , Maid Farewell sir . Mary What hast thou done ? thou hast broke his neck . Maid Not hurt him , He pitcht upon his legs lik● a Cat , Tho. O woman : O miserable woman , I am spoil'd , My leg , my leg , my leg , oh both my legs . Mary . I told thee what thou hadst done , mischiefe g● with thee , Tho. O I am lam'd for ever : O my leg , Broken in twenty places : O take heed , Take heed of women , Fidler : oh a Surgeon , A Surgeo● , or I dye : oh my good people , No charitable people , all despightfull , Oh what a misery am I in : oh my leg. Lan . Be patient sir , be patient : let me binde it . Enter Samuel and Hylas with his head broken . Tho. Oh doe not touch it rogue . Hyl. My head , my head , Oh my head 's kil'd . Sam. You must be courting wenches Through key-holes , Captain Hylas , come and be comforted , The skin is scarce broke . Tho. O my leg. Sam. How doe ye sir ? Tho. Oh maim'd for ever with a fall , he 's spoil'd too● I ●ee his brain●● . Hyl. Away with me for Gods sake , A Surgeon . Sam. Here'● a night indeed . Hyl. A Surgeon . Exit all but Fidler . Enter Mary and servant below . Mary Goe run for help● . Tho. Oh , Mary Run all● and all too little , O cursed beast that hurt him , r●n , run , flye , He will be dead else . Tho. Oh . Mary Good friend goe you too . Fid. Who payes me for my Musicke ? Mary P●x o' your Musicke , Ther 's twelve pence for ye . Fid. Ther 's two groate● againe forsooth , I n●ver take above , and rest ye merry . Exit . Ma. A grease pot guild your fidle strings : how do you , How is my deere ? Tom. Why well I thank ye sweet heart , Shall we walke in , for now th●●'s non● to trouble us ? Ma. Are ye so crafty sir ? I shall meet with ye , I knew your tricke , and I was willing : my Tom , Mine owne Tom , now to satisfi● thee , welcome , welcome , Welcome my best friend to me , all my deerest . Tom. Now ye are my noble Mistresse : we loose time sweet . Ma. I thinke they are all gone . Tom. All , ye did wisely . Ma. And you as craf●ily . Tom. We are well met Mistresse . Ma. Come , let 's goe in then lovingly : O my Skarfe Tom. I lost it thereabout , finde it , and weare it As your poore Mistresse favour . Exit . Tom. I am made now , I see no venture is in no hand : I have it , How now ? the doore lock't , and she in before ? Am I so trim'd ? Ma. One parting word sweet Thomas , Though to save your credit , I discharg'd your Fidler , I must not satisfie your folly too sir , Ye' are subtle , but beleeve it Foxe , I 'le finde ye , The Surgeons will be here strait , ●ore againe boy , And breake thy legs for shame , thou wilt be sport else , Good night● Tom. She saies most true , I must not stay : she has bobd me , Which if I live , I 'le recompence , and shortly , Now for a Ballad to bring me off againe . All yong men be warn'd by me , how you do goe a wooing . Seek not to climb , for feare ye fall thereby , comes your undoing , &c. Ex●unt . Actus Quartus , Scena Prima . Enter Valentine , Alice , and s●rvant . Val. HE cannot goe and take no farewell of me , Can he be so vnkinde ? he 's but retir'd Into the Garden or the Orchard : see si●s . Alice He would not ride there c●rtain , those were planted Onely for walkes I take it . Val. Ride , nay then , Had he horse out ? Ser. So the Groome delivers Somewhat before the breake of day . Val. He 's gone , My best friends gone Alice ? I have lost the noblest , , The truest , and the most man I ere found yet . Alice Inded sir , he deserves all praise . Val. All sister , All , all , and all too little : O that honesty , That ermine honesty , unspotted eve● , That perfect goodnesse . Alice Sure he will returne sir , He cannot be so harsh . Val. O never , never , Never returne , thou know'st not where the cause lyes . Alice He was the worthiest welcome . Val. He deserv'd it . Alice Nor wanted , to our knowledge . Val. I will tell thee , Within this houre , things that shall startle thee . He never must returne . Enter Michael . Mich. Good morrow Signieur . Val. Good morrow master Michael . Mich. My good neighbour , Me thinks you are stirring early since your travell , You have learn'd the rule of health sir , where 's your mistres ? She keeps her warme I warrant ye , a bed yet ? Val. I thinke she do's . Alice T' is not her houre of wa●ing . Mich. Did you lye with her Lady ? Alice Not to night sir . Nor any night ●his weeke else . Mich. When last saw ye her ? Alice Late yester night . Mich. Was she abed then ? Alice No sir , I left her at her prayers : why doe ye aske me ? Mich. I have been strangely h●unted with a dreame All this long night , and after many waking● , The same dreame still ; me thought I met yong C●llide Iust at S. Katherines gate the Nunnery . Val. Ha ? Mich. Her face slubber'd o're with teares , and troubles , Me thought she cry'd unto the Lady Abbesse , For charity receive me holy woman , A Maid that has forgot the worlds affections , Into thy virgin order : me thought she tooke her● Put on a Stole , and sacred robe upon her , And there I left her . Val. Dreame ? Mich. Good Mistresse Alice Doe me the favour ( yet to satisfie me ) To s●ep but up , and see . Alice I know she 's there sir , And all this but a dreame ? Mich. You know not my dreames , They are unhappy ones , and often truth●● But this I hope , yet Alice I will satisfie ye , Exit . Mich. Neighbours , how do's the gentleman ? Val. I know not , Dreame of a Nunnery ? Mich. How found ye my words About the nature of his sicknesse Valentine ? Val. Did she not cry out , 't was my folly too That forc'd her to thi● 〈◊〉 did s●● not curse me ? For God sake speake : did you not dreame of me too , How basely , poorely , tamely , like a foole , Tir'd with his joye●● Mich. Alas poore gentleman . Ye promis'd me sir to 〈…〉 these 〈◊〉 . Val● I beare 'em till I breake ●g●ine . Mich. But nobly . Truely to weigh . Val. Good neighbours , no more o● it , Ye doe but fling flaxe on my fire● where i● she ? Enter Alice . Alice Not yonder s●● , nor h●● not this night certaine Bin in her bed . Mich. It must be truth she tel● ye , And now I 'le shew ye why I came : this morning A man of mine being ●mployed about businesse , Came early home , who at S. Kath●ri●es Nunnery , About day peep , told ●e he m●t your Mistresse , And as I spoke it in a dreame , ●o troubled And so received by the Abbe●●e , did he see her ? The wonder made me rise , and haste unto ye To know the cause . Val. Farewell , I cannot speak● it . Exit Val. Alice For heaven sake leave him not● Mich. I will not Lady . Alice Alas , he 's much afflicted , Mich. We shall know shortly more , apply yo●r own care At home good Alice , and trust him to my counsell . Nay , doe not weep , all shall be well , despaire not●Exeunt . Scena Secunda . Enter Sebasti●● , and a Serva●t . Seb. AT Val●●tin●● house so merry● Ser. As a pie ●ir● Seb. So gam●son dost thou say ? S●r. I am sure I heard it . Seb. Ballads , and Fidl●● too● S●r. No , but one Fidle● But twenty noyces . Enter Lau●c●l●t . Seb. Did he do devise● ? Ser. The best devises sir : her 's my fellow Launc●l●t He can informe ye all : he was among 'em , A mad thing too● I stood but in a corner . Seb. Come sir , what can you say ? is there ●ny hope yet You Master may returne ? Lan . H● went f●r else I will assure your worship on my credi● By the faith of a Travello● , and a Gentleman , Your sonne i● found ●gain● , the sonn● , the To●● Seb. I● he the old Tom ? Lan . The old Tom. Seb. Go● forward . L●n. Next , to consider how he is the old T●m● Seb. Handle me that● Lan . I would ye had seene it handled● Last night sir , as we handled it● 〈…〉 Foot●● for leer● , and le●●ings● O the noy●e The noyse we made . Seb. Good , good . Lan . The windowes cla●●r●ng And all the Cham●erma●des , in such a whobub , One with h●r smocke half● off ●other in has● With a servingm●n● hose upon her head . Seb. Good still , Lan . A fellow ●ayling out of a loop hole there And his mouth stopt with durt . Seb. y'faith a fine Boy . Lan . Here one of our heads broke . Seb. Excellent good still . Lan . The gentleman himselfe yong M. Thomas , Invirond with his furious Mermidons The fiery Fidler , and my selfe ; now singing , Now beating at the doore , there parlying , Courting at that window , at the other scalling And all these severall noyses to two Trenchers , Strung with a bottome of browne thred , which showd admirable . Seb. There ●ate , and grow againe , I am pleas'd . Lan . Nor here sir . Gave we the frolicke over : though at length We quit the Ladies Skonce on composition But to the silent streetes we turn'd our fu●ies : A ●leeping watchman here we stole the shooes from● There made a noyse , at which he wakes , and followes : The streete● are durty , takes a queene hith cold , Hard chee●e , and that choakes him o' Munday next : Windowes , and signes we sent to Erebus ; A crue of bawling curs we entertain'd last , When having let the pigs loose in out parishes , O the brave cry we made as high as Algate● Downe comes a Constable , and the Sow his Sister Most trayterously tramples upon Authority , There a whole stand of rug gownes rowted manly And the Kings peace put flight : a purblind pig here Runs me his head into the Admirable Lanthorne , Out goes the light , and all turnes to confusion : A Potter rises , to enquire this passion A Boare imbost takes sanctuary in his shop . When twenty dogs rush after , we still cheering Down goes the pots , and pi●kins , down the pudding pans , The creame bols cry reveng●●ere , there the candlesticks . Seb. If this be true , thou little tyny page This tale that thou tell'st me Then on thy backe will I presently hang A handson new Levery : But if this be false , thou little tyney page As false it well may be Then with a cudgell of foure foote long I le beate thee from head to toe . Enter Servant . Seb. Will the boy come . Ser. He will sir . Enter Thomas . Seb. Time tries all ther . Lan . Here he comes now himselfe sir . Seb. To be short Thomas Because I feele a scruple in my conscience Concerning the demeanour , and a maine on● And therefore like a Father would be satisfi'd , Get up to that window there , and presently Like a most compleat Gentleman , ●ome from Tripoly . Tom Good Lord sir , how are you misled : what fancie● ( Fitter for idle boyes , and drunkards , let me speak 't And with a little wonder I beseech you ) Choake up your noble judgement ? Seb. You Rogue Launcel●t● You lying rascall . Lan . Will ye spoile all agen sir . Why , what a devill do you meane ? Tom. Away knave , Ye keepe a company of sawcy fellowe● Debosh'd , & dai●y drunkard● , to deavoure ye , Things , whose dull soules , tend to the Celler only , Ye are ill advis'd sir , to commit your credit . Seb. Si●ha , sirha . Lan . Let me never ●ate againe sir , Nor feele the blessing o● another blew-coate If this yong Gentleman , sweet Master Thomas Be not as mad as heart can wish : your heart sir● If yesternights disco●rse : speake fellow Robin And if thou speakest lesse then truth● Tom. T is strange these varlets . Ser. By these ten bones sir , if these eies , and eares Can heare and see . Tom. Extre●m● strange , should thus boldly Bud in your sight , unto your sonne . Lan . O deu guin Can ye deny , ye beat a Constable Last night . Tom. I touch Authoritie ye rascall ? I violate the Law ? Lan . Good M. Thomas . Ser. Did you not take two Wenches from the W●tch to● And put 'em into pudding lane ? Lan . We meane not Those civill things you did at M. Valentine● The Fidle , and the fa'las . Tom. O strange impudence ? I do beseech you sir give no such licenc● To knave● and drunkards , to abuse your sonne thu●● Be wise in time , and turne 'em off : we live sir In a State govern'd civilly , and soberly Where each mans actions should confirme the Law● Not cracke , and canzell it . Seb. Lancelot du L●k● Get you upon adventers : cast your coate And make your exit . Lan . Pur la mour de die● Pur me no purs● but pur at that doore , ou●●irh● I le beate ye purblind else , out ye eight languages , Lan . My bloud upon your head . Exit● Lan● Tom. Purge me'em all sir . Seb. And you too presently . Tom. Even as you please sir . Seb. Bid my maid servant come● and bring my daughter I will have one shall please me . Exit s●r . Tom. T is most fit sir . Seb. Bring me the money there● here M. Thomas , Enter two servants with two bags . I pray sit downe , ye are no more my sonne now , Good gentleman be cover'd Tom. At your pleasure . Seb. This money I do give ye , because of whilom You have bin thought my sonne , and by myselfe too , And some things done like me : ye are now another There is two hundred pound , a civill some For a yong civill man : much land and Lordship Will as I take it now , but prove temptation To dread ye from your se●led , and sweet carriage . Tom. You say right sir . Seb. Nay I beseech ye cover . Tom. At your dispose : and I beseech ye too sir , For the word civill , and more setled course It may be put to use , that on the interest Like a poore Gentleman . Seb. It shall , to my use To mine againe : do you see sir : good fine gentleman , I give no brooding money for a Scrivener , Mine is for present trafficke , and so I le use it . Tom. So much for that then . Enter Dorothy , and foure Maids . Seb. For the maine cause Mounsieur I sent to treat with you about , behold it● Behold that p●ice of story worke , and view it I want a right heire to inheri● me , Not my estate alone , but my conditions , From which you are revolted , the●efore dead , And I will breake my backe , but I will get one . Tom. Will you choose there sir ? Seb. There , among those Damsels , In mine owne tribe : I know their quallities Which cannot faile to please me● for their beauties A matter of a three farthings , makes all perfect , A little beere , and beeffe broth : they are sound too . Stand all a breast : now gentle M. Thomas Before I choose , you having liv'd long with me , And happely sometimes with some of these too , Which fault I never frown'd upon : pray shew me ( For feare we confound our Genealogies ) Which h●ve you laid aboord● speake your mind freely Have you had copulation with that Damsell ? Tom. I have . Seb. Stand you a sid● then : how with her sir ? Tom. How , i● not seemely h●●● to ●ay . Dor. Heer 's fine sport . Seb. Retyre you too : speake ●orward M. Thomas . Tom. I will : and to the purpose ; even with all sir . Seb. With all that 's somewhat large . D●●. And y●t you like it W●● ever sinne so glor●ous● Seb. With all Thomas . Tom. All surely sir . Seb. A signe thou art mine own● yet , In againe all : and to your ●●v●●●ll ●unctions . Exit . Maides . What say you to yong Luce , my neighbour● daughter , She was too yong I take it , when you travelled ; Some twelve yeare old ? Tom. Her will was fifteene sir , Seb. A pretty answere , to cut of long discourse , For I have many yet to aske ye of , Where I can choose , and nobly , hold up your finger When ye are right : what say ye to V●●●●ia● Whose husband lies a dying now ? Why two , And in that forme ? Tom. Her husband i●●ecov●●'d● Seb. A witty morall : have at ye once more Thomas , The sisters of St. Albones , all five ; dat boy , Dat's mine own● boy . Dor. Now our upon thee Monster . Tom. Still hoping of your pardon . Seb. There neede● none man : A straw on pardon : preth●e ●●●d no pardon : I le aske no more , nor thinke no more of marri●ge , For O my conscience I shal be thy Cuckold : Ther 's some good yet le●t in him : bea●e your selfe well , You may recover me , ther 's twenty pound sir ; I see some sparkles which may flame againe , You may eat with me wh●n you pleas● , you know me . Exit Seb. Dor. Why do you lye so damnably , so foolishly ? Tom. Do'st thou long to have thy head broke ? hold thy peace And doe as I would have th●●● or by this han● I 'le kill thy Parrat , hang up thy small hand● And drinke away thy dowry to a p●nny . Dor. Was eye● such a wilde A●se ? Tho. Prethee be quiet . Dor. And do'st thou think men will not b●at thee monstrously For abusing their wives and children ? Tom. And do'st thou thinke Mens wives and children can be abus●d too much ? Dor. I wonder at th●● . Tom. Nay , thou shalt adjur● m● Before I have done● Dor. How stand ye with your mistresse ? Thom. I shall stand neerer Ere I be twelve houres old●● : ther 's my busines●e , She is monstrous subt●le Doll . Doll The divell I thinke Cannot out su●tle the● . Tho. If he play fair● play , Come , you must help● me pre●ently . Dor. I discard ye . Tom. Thou shalt not sl●●● no●●ate . Dor. I 'le no hand with ye , No bawd to your abus●● . Thom. By this light Doll , Nothing but in the way o● honesty . Dor. Tho● never knew'st that ro●d● I hea●● your vigil●● Tom. Sweet honey Doll , if I doe not marry her , Honestly marry her , if I mean● not honourably , Come , thou shalt help me , take heed how you v●●● m● , I 'le help thee to a husband too , a fine gentleman , I know thou art mad , ●●●ll yong man , a brown man , I sweare he has his ●aidenhead , a rich man● Dor. You may come in to dinn●r , and I 'le answere ye . Tho. Nay I 'le goe with thee D●ll : four hundred a yeere wene●● . Exeunt . Scaena Tertia . Enter Michael and V●lentine . Mich. GOod sir go back again , and take my counsell , Sores are 〈…〉 , nor time broke from us , Pul'd back again by sighe● . Val. What should I doe friend ? Mich. Doe that th●t m●y red●●me ye , goe back quic●ly , Sebastians daughter can prevaile much with her , The Abbes●e is her Aunt too● Val. But my f●iend then● Whose love and losse is equall ty'd● Mich. Con●ent ye , That shall be my ta●ke if he be alive , Or where my travell and my care may re●ch him , I 'le bring him backe againe . Val. Say he ●ome b●cke To piece his poor friends life out ? and my mistresse Be vow'd for eve● a re●●●se ? Mich. So suddenly She cannot , haste ye therefor● instantly ●w●y ●●r , To put that daughter by first as to a father , Then as a friend she was committed to ye , And all the care sh● now has : by which priviledge She cannot doe her thi● violence , But you may breake it , and the law allowe● ye . Val. O but I forc'd her to it . Mich. Leave disputing Against your selfe , if you will need● be miserable Spight of her goodnesse , and your friends pe●swasion● , Thinke on , and thrive thereafter . Val. I will ho●● th●●● And follow you● advis●● and good , good Mich●●l . Mich. No more , I know your soul 's divided Valentine , Cure but that part at home with spe●dy marriag● Er● my r●turn● , for then those thoughts that vext her , While there ran any str●am● for l●o●● affections , Will be stopt up , and chaste ey'd honour guide h●r Away , and hope the b●st still : I 'le worke for ye , And pray too h●●●tily , away , no more word● . Ex●unt . Scena Quarta . Ent●r Hyl●● and Sam● Hyl. I Care not for my broken he●d , But that it should be his plo● , and ● w●n●h too , A lowzie , lazie wench pre●●●'d to do● it . Sam. Thou hadst as good be quiet , fo● o' my co●scienc● He 'l put another on thee 〈◊〉 Hyl. I am resolv'd To call him to account , was it not manif●st He meant a mischiefe to me , and laughed at me , When he l●y ●o●ring out , his leg was broken , And no such matter : had he broke hi● necke , Indeed 't would ne'r ha griev'd m● : gallow●● g●ll him . Why should he 〈◊〉 but m● ? Sam. Thou art 〈◊〉 r●ady To thrust thy selfe i●to th●se she occasions , And he as f●l● o● knavery to accept it . Hyl. Well , if I live , I 'le hav● a n●w ●ricke for him . Sam. That will not be amisse , but to fight with him Is to no purpose : besides , he 's truely valiant , And a most deadly hand : thou never foughtst yet , Nor o' my cons●ien●e hast ●o ●●ith in ●ighting . Hyl. No , no , I will not fight . Sam , B●side the quarrell , Which has a woman in 't , to make it scurvy , Who would lye stinking in a Surgeons hands A moneth or two thi● weather ; for beleeve it , He never hurts under a quarters healing . Hyl● No 〈…〉 thoug●● , I will not fight S●m , But watch my time Sam. To pay him with ● proje●t● Watch hi● too , I would wish ye : prethe●●●ll me , Do'st thou affect thes● women still ? Hyl. Yes faith Sam , I love 'em ev'n as well as ev'r I did , Nay , if my braine● we●● 〈◊〉 out● I must ●o 〈◊〉 . Sam. Dost thou love any woman ? Hyl. Any wom●● Of what degr●e or ●alling . Sam. Of any age too ? Hyl. Of any age● from fourscore to ●ou●teen boy , Of any fashion . Sam. And def●ct too ? Hyl. Right● For those I love to leade ●e to repent●●●e● A woman with no 〈◊〉 ●ft●r my 〈◊〉 Shewes lik● King Phil●●● morall , 〈…〉 mori , And she that has a wodden leg , demonstrate● Like Hy●●c●it●s , w● halt befor● the g●llowes : An old one with one tooth , seem●● 〈◊〉 lay●ou● Sweet meat● have sowre sawce● she that'●●●ll of ●ch●● , Crum no● your bread before you taste your po●●idg● , And many mor●l● w● may finde . Sam. 'T is well sir , Ye make so worthy uses : but quid 〈◊〉 What shall we now de●●rmin● ? Hyl. Let 's consider , An houre or two , how I may ●it this ●●llow . Sam. Let 's f●nde him ●irst , he 'l quickly give occasion● But take heed to your s●l●●●●nd s●y ● warn'd y● : He has a p●●guy 〈◊〉 . Hyl. That ●t my 〈◊〉 . Ex●unt . Musick . Scena Quinta . Enter Saylors ●●nging to them , Mic●●●● and Fra●●●● . Sayl . ABoard , aboard , the winde stand●●●ire . Mich. These call for passengers , I 'le stay , & see What men th●y take aboard . Fra. A boat , a boat , a boat . Say . A way then . Fra. Whether ●r● ye bo●●d friend● ? Sayl . Downe to the Strayte● . Mich. Ha , ' ti● not much unlike him . Fra. May I have passage for my mo●●y ? Say . And welcome too . Mich. 'T is he , I know 't is he now . Fra. Then merrily aboard , and noble friend Heauen● goodnesse keep thee ev●r , and all vertue Dwell in thy bosome C●llid● , my last teare● I leave behinde m● thu● , a sacrifi●● , For I dare stay no l●nger to b●tr●y y●● Mich. Be not so q●●cke sir : Saylo●●I h●re ●harge ye By vertu● of this warrant , a● you will answer it , For both your ship and Merchant I know perfectly : Lay hold upon this f●llow . Fra. F●llow ? Mich. I sir . Sayl . No hand to sword sir , we shall master y●● Fetch out the manacle● . Fra. I doe obey ye● But I beseech ye sir , in●or●● me t●●●ly How I am guilty . Mich. Y● have rob'd a gentl●man , O●● that ye are bound to for your lif● and being● Money and horse unjustly ye took● from him , And something of more note , but for y'ar● a gentlema●● Fr●. It shall be so , and here 〈…〉 all miser●es , Since friendship is so cruell , I confesse it , And which is more , a hundred of these robberies● This Ring I stole too from him : and this jewell The first and last of all my wealth : forgive me My innocence and truth , for saying I stole 'em , And may they prove of value but to recompence The thousand part of his love , and bread I have eaten . Pray see 'em render'd noble sir , and so I yeeld me to your power . Mich. Guard him to'th water , I charge you Saylors , there I will receive him , And backe convey him to a Iustice . Say . Come sir , Look to your neck , you are like to sayle i' th ayre now . Exeunt . Scena Sexta . Enter Thomas , Dorothy , and Maid . Tho. COme quickly , quickly , quickly , paint me handsomly Take heed my nose be not in graine too , Come Doll , Doll , disen me . Dor. If you should play now Your divels parts againe . Tom. Yea and nay Dorothy . Dol. If ye doe any thing , but that ye have sworne to , Which onely is accesse . Tho. As I am a gentleman : Out with this hayre Doll , handsomely . Doll . You have your breeches ? Tom. I prethee away , thou know'st I am monstrous ticklish , What do'st thou think I love to blast my buttocks ? Doll . I 'le plague ye for this roguery : for I know well What ye intend sir . Tom. On with my Muffler● Dol. Ye are a sweet Lady : come let 's see you cu●tsie● What broke i' th ●um , hold up your head . Tom. Plague on 't I shall be pisse my bre●ches if I cowre th●s Come , am I ready . Maid . At all points , as like sir As if you were my Mistris . Dol. Who goes with ye . Tom. None but my fortune , and my selfe . 〈◊〉 . Dol. Blesse ye Now run thou for thy life , and get before him● Take the by way , and tell my Cosin Marie In what shape he intends to come to coz●n her I le follow at thy heeles my selfe : flie wench Maid . I le do it . Exit . Enter Sebastian and Thomas . Dol. My Father has met him● thi● goes excellent And I le away in time : looke to your ●kin Thomas . Exit . Seb. What , are you growne so corne f●d gooddy Gillian . You will not know your Father : what vaga'res Have you in hand , what out l●apes , dur●y heeles That at thes● houres of night ye must be gadding , And through the Orchard take your private passage● What , is the breeze in your breech or has your brother Appointed you an houre of meditation How to demeane himselfe : get ye to bed , drab Or I le so crab your shoulders : ye demure slut Ye civill dish of sliced beefe get ye in . Tho. I wy ' not , that I wy ' not . Seb. Is 't ev'n so Dame Have at ye with a nigh● spell then . Th●. Pray hold sir . Seb. St. Geoge , St. George● our Ladies knight He walkes by day , so do'● he by night , And when he had her found He her beat , and her bound , Vntill to him her troth she pligh●● She would not stir from him that night . Tho. Nay then have at ye with a counter-spell , From Elves , Hobs ●nd ●ayri●s , that trouble our Dayries , From Fire-drakes and fiends , and such as the divell sends , Defend us heaven . Exi●● Enter Launcelot . Lan . Blesse my Master : looke up sir I beseech ye , Vp with your e●es to heaven● Seb. Vp with your nose sir , I doe not bleed , 't was a sound knock she gave me , A plaguy mankinde girle , how my braines totters ? Well , go thy waies , thou hast got one tho●●and pound mo●e With this dog tricke , Mi●e owne true spirit in her too , Lan . In her , alas sir , Alas poore gentlewoman , she a hand so heavy To knocke ye like a Calfe down , or so brave a courage To beat her father ? if you could bel●eve sir . Seb. Who wouldst thou make me beleeve it was , the divell ? Lan . One that spits fire as fast 〈◊〉 he sometimes sir , And changes shapes as often : your sonne Thomas : Never wonder , if it be not he , straight hang me . Seb. He● if it be so● I 'le put thee in my Will , and ther 's an end on 't . Lan . I saw his legs , has Boot● on like a Player , Vnder his wenches cloath● : ●tis he , 't is Thomas In his own sisters cloaths● sir , and I can wa●t him . S●b. No more words then , w●'l watch him● thou'●t not beleeve Lance , How heartily glad I am . Lan . May ye be gladder , But not t●is way sir . Seb. No more words , but watch him . Exeunt . Scena septima . Enter Mary , Dorothy , and Maid . Mar. VVHen comes he ? Doll . Presently . Mar. Then get you up Doll , Away , I 'le strait come to you : is all ready ? Maid All . Ma. Let the light stand far enough . Maid 'T is placed so . Ma. Stay you to entertaine him to his chamber . But keep close wench , he flyes at all . Maid I warrant ye . Mar. You need no more instruction ? Maid I am perfect . Ex●●nt . Scena secunda . Enter Valentine and Thomas . Th●. MOre stop● y●t ? ●●re the fiend's my ghostly ●a●●er● Old Valentine : what wind 's in his poope● Val. Lady , You are met most happily : O gentle Doll , You must now doe me an especiall favour . Tom. What is it Master Valentine ? I am ●or●ly troubled With a salt ●heum●●alne i' my gu●●● . Val. I 'le tell ye , And let it move you equally : my blest Mistresse Vpon a slight occasion taking anger , Tooke also ( to undoe me ) your Aunt● Nunnery , From whence by my perswasion to r●deem● her , Will be impossible : nor have I liberty To come , and visite her : my good , good Dorothy , You are most powerfull with her , and your Aunt too , And have accesse at all houres liberally , Speake now , or never for me , Tho. I● a Nunnery ? That course must not be suffered Master Valentine , Her mother never knew its rare sport for me : Spo●● upon sport , by th' breake of day I 'le meet ye , And feare not man , wee 'l have ●er out I warrant ye , I cannot stay now . Val. You will not breake ? Tho. By no meane● . Good night . Val. Good night kinde Mistresse Doll . Exit . Tho. This th●ive● well , Every one take● me for my si●●er , excellent● Thi● N●●●ery● fal ●o pat too , to my figure , Where there ●e handsome wenches , and they shall know it If once I creep in , ere they get me out againe : Stay , her'● the house and one of her Maids , Enter Ma●● . Maid Who 's there ? O Mistresse Dorothy you are a stranger . Tho. Still Mistresse Dorothy ? this geere will cotton . Maid Will you walke in fo●soo●h ? Tho. Where is your Mistresse ? Maid Not very well : she 's gone to bed , I am glad You are come so fit to comfort her . Tho. Yes , I●le comfort her . Maid Pray make not much noise , for she i● sure asleep , You know your side , creep softly in , your company Will warme her well . Tho. I warrant thee I 'le warme her . Maid Your brother has been h●re , the strangest fell●w . Tho. A very rogue , a ranke rogue . Maid I 'le conduct ye Even to her chamber door , and there commit ye . Exeunt . Scena Octava . Enter Michael , Francis● and O●●●ers . Mich. COme sir , for this night I shall entertaine ye● And like a gentleman , how ere your for●●ne Hath cast ye on the worst part . Fra. How you please sir , I am resolv'd , nor can a joy or misery Much move me now . Mich. I am angry with my selfe now For putting this forc'd way ●non his patience , Yet any other course had been too slender● Yet what to thinke I know ●ot for most liberally● He hath confess ● strange wrongs , which if they pr●ve 〈◊〉 How ere the others long love may forget all● Yet 't was most fit he should come back , and this wa● Drinke that : and now to m● ca●e leave your priso●er● I 'le be his guard for this night . Off. Good night to your worship . Mich. Good night my honest friends : Come sir , I hope There shall be no such cause of such a sadnesse As you put on . Fra. ●aith si● , my rest is 〈◊〉 And what I now pull , 〈◊〉 no more 〈◊〉 me Then if I plaid at span-counter , nor is my face The map of any thing I seeme to suffer , Lighter affections seldome dwell in me s●r . Mich. A constant gentleman● would I had taken A 〈◊〉 when I took this harsh way to disturb him● Come walke with me ●i● ere to morrow night I doubt not but to see all this blown over . Exeunt . Actus Quintus , Scena Quarta . Enter Hylas . Hyl. I Have dog'd his sister , sure 't was she , And I hope she will come back again this night too : Sam I have lost of purpose : now if I can With all the art I have , as she comes backe , But win a parley for my broken pate , Off goes her maiden-head , and there 's vindict● . They stir about the house , I 'le stand at distance . Exit . Enter Mary and Dorothy , and then Thomas & Maid . Doll . Is he come in ? Mar. Speake softly , He is , and there he goes . Tho. Good night , good night wench . a bed discovered with a black More in it . Maid As softly as you can . Exit● Tho. I 'le play the Mouse Nan , How close the lit●le thiefe lyes . Mar. How he itches ? Doll . What would you give now to be there , and I At home Mall ? Ma. Peace for shame . Tom. In what a figure The little foole has pull'd it selfe together : Anone you will lye streighter : Ha , ther 's rare circumstance Belongs to such a treatise : doe ye tumble , I 'le tumble with ye straight wench : she sleeps soundly , Full little thinkst thou of thy joy that'● comming , The sweet , sweet joy , full little of the kis●es , But those unthought of things com● ever happiest . How soft the rogue feeles ? Oye little villaine , Ye delicate coy thiefe , how I shall thrum ye ? Your fy away , good servant , as ye are a gentleman● Ma. Prethee leave laughing . Out upon ye Thomas What do ye meane to do ? I le call the house up , O god● I am sure ye will not , shall not serve ye , For up ye goe now , and ye were my Father . Ma. Your courage wil be cold anon . Tho● If it do hang for ' Yet I le be quarterd here first . Dor. O feirce villaine . Ma. What would he do indeed Doll ? Dor. You had best try him . Tho. I le kisse thee ere I come to bed : sweet Mary . Ma. Prethee leave laughing . Dor. O , for gentle Nicholas . Tho. And view that stormy face , that has so thundered me , A coldne's crept over 't now ; by your leave , candle , And next doore by yours too , so , a pretty , pretty Shall I now looke upon ye : by this light it moves me . Ma. Much good may it do you sir . Tho. Holy saint● , defend me . The devill , devill , devill , devill , O the devill . Ma. Dor. Ha , ha , ha , ha , the devill O the devill . Tho. I am abus'd most damnedly : most beastly , Yet if it be a she devill : But the house is up , And here 's no staying longer in this Cassock , Woman , I here disclaime thee ; and in vengeance I le marry with that devill , but I le vex thee . Ma. By r ' Lady , but you shall not sir , I le watch ye . Tho. Plague O your spanish leather hide ; I le waken ye : Devill , good night : good night good devill . Moore . Oh . Tho. Rore againe , devill , rore againe . Ex. Tho. Moore . O , O , sir . Ma. Open the doores before him : let him vanish . Now , let him come againe , I le use him kinder How now Wench . Moore . Pray lye here your self , nex● Mistris And entertaine your sweet heart . Ma. What said he to thee . Moore . I had a soft bed : and I slept out all , But his kind farewell : ye may bake me now For O my conscience , he has made m● venison . Ma. Alas poore Kat● ; I le give thee a new Petticoate , Dor. And I a Wastcoate , Wench . Ma. Draw in the bed Maides , And see it made againe ; put fresh sheetes on too , For Doll . and I : come Wench , le ts laugh an houre now , To morrow earely , will wee see yong Cellid● They say she has taken Sanctuary : love , & they Are thicke sowne , but come up so full of thistles . Dor. They must needs Mall : for 't is a pricking age grown Prethee to bed , for I am monstrous sleepy● Ma. A match , but art not thou thy brother ? Dor. Would I were Wench , You should heare further . Ma. Come , no more of that Doll . Exeunt . Scena quinta . Enter Hylas , and Thomas . Hyl. I Heard the doores clap : now , and 't be thy will , wench By th' mas she comes : you a●e surely melt f●ir● gentlewoman , I take it Mistris Doll , Sebastians daughter . Tho. I take right sir : Hylas , are you feretting I le fit you with a pennyworth presently . Hyl. How dare you walk so late so sweet : so weak gu●rd●d ? Tho. Faith sir , I do no harme , nor none I looke for Yet I am glad , I have met so good a gentleman , Against all chances : for though I never kn●w ye Yet I have heard much good spoke of ye , Hyl. Harke ye . What if a man should kisse ye ? Tho , That 's no harme sir , Pray God he scapes my heard , there lyes the mischiefe . Hyl. Her lips are monstrous rugged , but that surely Is but the sharpnesse of the weather : harke ye once more , And in your eare , sweet Mistresse , for ye are so , And ever shall be from this houre : I have vow'd it . Enter Sebastian and Launcelot . Seb. Why that 's my daughter , rogue , do'st thou not see her Kissing that fellow there , there in that corner ? Lan . Kissing ? Seb. Now , now , now they agree o' th match too . Tho. Nay then ye love me not . Hyl. By this white hand Doll . Tom. I must confesse , I have long desir'd your sight sir . Lan . Why ther 's the Boots still sir . Seb. Hang Boots sir , Why they 'l weare breeches too . Tom. Dishonest me Not for the world . Seb. Why now they kisse againe , there I knew 't was she , and that her crafty stealing O●t the back way must needs have such a meaning . Lan . I am at my small wits end . Thom. If ye meane honourably . Lan . Did she nev'r beat ye before sir ? Seb. Why do'st thou follow me ? Thou rascall slave hast thou not twice abus'd me ? Hast thou not spoil'd the boy ? by thine owne covenant , Would'st thou not now be hang'd ? Lan . I thinke I would sir , But you are so impatient : do's not this shew sir , ( I do beseech ye speake , and speake with judgement , And let the case be equally considered ) Far braver in your daughter ? in a son now 'T is nothing , of no marke : every man do's it , But , to beget a daughter , a man maiden That reaches at the●e high exploits , is admirable : Nay she goes far beyond him : for when durst he , But when he was drunke , doe any thing to speake of ? This is Sebastian truely . Seb. Thou sayest right Lance , And ther 's my hand once more . Tho. Not without marriage . Seb. Didst thou heare that ? Lan . I thinke she spoke of marriage , Seb● And he shall marry her , for it ●eems she likes him , And their first boy shall be my heire . Lan . I marry Now ye goe right to worke . Thom. Fye , fye sir , Now I have promis'd ye this night to marry , Would ye be so intemperate ? are ye a gentleman ? Hyl. I have no maw to marriage , yet this rascall Tempts me extreamely : will ye marry presently ? Tho. Get you afore , and stay me at the Chappell , Close by the Nunnery , there you shall finde a night Pri● Little sir Hugh , and he can say the Matrimony Over without booke , for we must have no company Nor light , for feare my father know , which must not yet● And then to morrow night . Hyl. Nothing to night sweet ? Tho. No , not a bit , I am sent of businesse About my dowry , sweet , doe not you spoile all now , 'T is of muh haste . I can scarce stay the marriage , Now if you love me , get you gone . Hyl. You 'l follow ? Tom. Within this houre , my sweet chicke . Hyl. Kisse . Tho. A rope kisse ye , Come , come , I stand o'thorne●● Hyl. Me thinkes her mouth still Is monstrous rough , but they have waies to mend it , Farewell . Tom. Farewell , I 'le fit ye with a wife , sir . Seb. Come , follow close , I 'le see the end she aymes at , And if he be a handsome fellow La●●c●lot , Fiat , 't is done , and all my state is setled . Exeunt . Scena Sexta . Enter Abbesse , C●llide , and N●●s . Ab. COme , to your Mattin● Maids : th●se early houres My gentle daughter , will disturb a while , Your faire eyes , nurterd in ease . Cel. No vertuous mother● T is for my holy health , to purchase which They shall forget the childe of ease , soft slumbers , O my afflicted heart , how thou art tortur'd , And Love , how like a tyrant , thou raign'st in me , Commanding and forbidding at one instant : Why came I hither that desire to have Onely all liberty , to make me happy ? Why didst thou bring that yong man home , O Valentine , That vertuous youth , why didst thou speake his goodnesse In such a phrase , as if all tongues , all praises Were made for him ? O fond and ignorant , Why didst thou foster my affection Till it grew up , to know no other father , And then betray it ? Ab. Can ye sing ? Cel. Yes , Mother , My sorrowes onely . Ab. Be gone , and to the Quire then . Exeunt . Musicke singing . Scena septima . Enter Michael and Servant , and Francis . Mich. HA'st thou inquir'd him out ? Ser. He 's not at home sir , His sister thinks he 's gone to th' Nunnery , Mich. Most likely : I 'le away , an houre hence sirha , Come you alo●g with this yong gentleman , Doe him all service , and faire office . Ser. Yes sir . Exeunt . Scena Octava . Enter Hylas and Sam. Sam. VVHere hast thou been man ? Hyl. Is there nev'r a shop open ? I 'le give thee a paire of gloves Sam. Sam. What 's the matter ? Hyl. What do'st thou thinke ? Sam. Thou art not married ? Hyl. By th'masse but I am , all to be married , I am i' th order now Sam. Sam. To whom prethee ? I thought there was some such trick in 't , you ●tole from m● But who , for heaven sake ? Hyl. Ev'n the sweetest woman , The rarest woman Samuel , and the lustiest , But wondrous honest , honest as the ice boy , Not a bit before hand , for my life , sirha , And of a lusty kindred . Sam. But who Hylas ? Hyl. The yong gentleman and I are like to be friends againe , The fates will have it so . Sam. Who , Monsieur Thomas ? Hyl. All wrongs forgot . Sam. O now I smell ye Hylas . Do's he know of it ? Hyl. No , ther 's the tricke I owe hi● ●Tis done boy , we are fast faith , my youth now Shall know I am aforehand , for his qualities● Sam. Is there no tricke in 't ? Hyl. None , but up and ride boy : I have made her no joynture neither , there I have paid him● Sam. She 's a brave wench . Hyl. She shall be , as I 'le use her , And if she anger me , all his abuses I 'le clap upon her Caslocke . Sam. Take heed Hylas● Hyl. 'T is past that Sam , come , I must meet her presently , And now shalt ●ee me , a most glo●ious husband . Exeunt . Scena Nona . Enter Dorothy , Mary , Valentine . Dor. IN troth sir , you never spoke to me . Val. Can ye forget me ? Did not you promise all your helpe and cunning In my behalfe , but for one houre to see her , Did you not sweare it ? by this hand , no strictnesse Nor rule this house holds , shall by me , be broken . Dor. I saw ye not these two dayes . Val. Doe not wrong me , I met ye , by my life , just as you entred This gentle Ladies Lodge last night , thus suited About eleven a clocke . Dor. 'T is true I was there , But that I saw or spoke to you . Mar. I have found it , Your brother Thomas , Doll . Dor. Pray sir be satisfi'd , And wherein I can doe you good , command me , What a mad foole is this ? stay here a while sir , Whilst we walke in , and make your peace . Exit . Enter Abbesse . Val. I thanke ye . ●●●eake within . Ab. Why , what 's the matter there among these Maids ? Now benedi●ite , have ye got the bre●ze there ? Give me my holly sprinckle . Enter 2 Nun. 1 Nun O Madam , ther 's a strange thing like a gentlewoman , Like Mistresse Dorothy , I think the fiend Crept in to th' Nunnery we know not which way , Playes revell rowt among us . Ab. Give me my holy water pot . 1 Nun Here Madam . Ab. Spirit of earth or ayre , I do conjure thee , squeake within Of water or of fire . 1 Nun Harke Madam , ●a●k . Ab. Be thou ghost that can●ot rest● or a shadow of the blest , Be thou black , or white , or green , be thou heard , or to be seen Enter Thomas and Cellid● . 2 Nun It comes , it comes . Cell . What are ye ? speake , speake gently , And next , what would ye with me ? Tom. Any thing you 'l let me . Cell . You are no woman certaine . Tom. Nor you no Nun , nor shall not be . Cel. What make ye here ? Tom. I am a holy Fryer . Ab. Is this the Sipirit ? Tho. Nothing but spirit Aunt . Ab. Now out upon thee . Tho. Peace , or I'l● conjure too Aunt . Ab. Why come you thus ? Tho. That 's all one , her 's my purpose : Out with this Nun , she is too handsome for ye , I 'le tell thee ( Aunt ) and I speake it with teares to thee , If thou keptst her here , as yet I hope thou art wiser , Mark but the mischiefe followes . Ab. She is a Votresse . Tho. Let her be what she will , she will undoe thee , Let her but one houre o●t , as I direct ye , Or have among your N●n● againe . Abb. You have no project But faire and honest ? Tom. As thine eyes , sweet Abbesse , Abb. I will be ruld then . Tom. Thus then and perswade her But do not iuggle with me , if ye do Aunt . Abb. I must be there my selfe . Tom. Away and fit her . Abb. Come daughter , you must now be rull'd , or never . Cell . I must obey your will . Abb. That 's my good daughter● Exeun● . Scena Decima . Enter Dorothy , and Mary . Ma. VVHat a coyle has this Fellow kept i' th' Nunnery Sure he has run the Abbesse out of her wits . Do. Out of the Nunnery I think , for we can neither see her Nor the yong Cellide . Mar. Pray heavens he be not teasing . Dor. Nay you may thanke your selfe , 't was your owne structures . Enter Hylas , and Sam. Sam. Why there 's the gentlewoman , Hyl. Mas t is she indeed How smart the pretty thee●e lookes ? ' morrow Mistresse . Dor. Good morrow to you sir . Sam. How strange she beares it ? Hyl. Maids must do so , at first . Dor. Would ye ought with us , gentlemen ? Hyl. Yes marry would I A little with your Lad●ship . Dor. Your will sir . Hyl. Doll , I would have ye presently prepare your selfe And those things you would have with y●u , For my house is ready . Dor. How sir ? Hyl. And this night not to faile , you must come to me , My Friends will all be there too : For Trunks & those things And houshold stuffe , and clothe● you would have carried To morrow , or the next day , I le take order : On●ly , What money you have , bring away with ye , And Iewels : Dor. Iewels sir ? Hyl. I , for adornement There 's a bed up , to play the game in , Dorothy , And now come kisse me heartily . Dor. Who are you ? Hyl. This Lady shal be welcome too . Ma. To what sir ? Hyl. Your neighbour can resolve ye . Dor. The man's foolish Sir , you looke soberly : who is this fellow , And where 's hi● busines●e ? Sam. By heaven , thou art abu●'d still . Hyl. It may be so : Come , ye may speake now boldly There 's none but friends , Wench . D●r. Came ye out of Bedlam ? Alas , t is ill sir , that ye suffer him To walke in th' open ayre thus ●'tw●ll undo● h●m . A pretty hansome gentleman : great pitty . Sam. Let me not live more if thou be'st not cozens , Hyl. Are not you my Wife ? did not I marry you last night At St●Michaels Chappell ? Dor. Did not I say he was mad ? Hyl. Are not you Mistresse Dorothy , Thomas sister ? Mar. There he speakes sence , but I le assure ye gentleman , I think no Wife of yours : at what hour● was it ? Hyl. ● ' pretious ; you 'll make me mad ; did not the Priest Sir Hugh that you appointed , about twelve a clocke Tye our hands fast ? did not you sweare you lov'd me ? Did not I court ye , comming from this gentlewomans ? Ma. Good sir , goe sleepe : for if I credit have She was in my armes , then , abed . Sam. I told ye . Hyl. Be not so confident . Dor. By th' mas , she must sir● For I le ●o husband here , before I know him : And so good morrow to ye : Come , let 's goe seeke'em . Sam. I told ye what ye had done . Hyl. Is the devill stirring ? Well , goe with me : for now I wil be married . Exeunt . Scena Vndecima . Enter Michael , Valentine , and Alice . Mich. I Hav● brought him backe againe . Val. You have don a friendship Worthy the love you beare me . Mich. Would he had so too . Val. O he 's a worthy yong man . Mich. When al 's tryde I feare you 'l change your faith● bring in the g●ntleman . Enter Francis , and servant , and Abbesse , and Cellid● , se●erally . Val. My happy Mistresse too : now Fortune helpe me , And all you starres , that governe chast desire● Shinne faire , and lovely . Abb. But one houre , deere Daughter , To heare your Guardian , what he can deliver In Loves defence , and his : and ●hen your pleasure . Cell . Though much unwilling , you have made me yeeld , More for his sake I see : how full of sor●ow Sweet catching sorrow , he appeares ? O love , That thou but knew'st to h●ale , as well as hurt us . Mich. Be ru●d by me : I see her ●ye 〈…〉 him : And what ye hea●d , beleeve , for 〈…〉 He neither dar'd , no● must oppo●e my 〈…〉 ; And be you wife , yong L●dy , and beleeve to● . This man you love , Sir ? Val. As I love my soule , Sir . Mich. This man you put into a free poss●ssion Of what his wants could aske : or your selfe render ? Val. And shall do still . Mich. Nothing was bard his libertie● But this faire Maide ; that friendship first was broken , And you , and she abus●d ; next , ( to my sorrow So faire a forme should hide so darke intention● , ) He hath himselfe confes'd ( my purpose being Only to stop his Iourney , by that pollicy Of laying fellony to his charge , to fright the Saylors ) Divers abuses , done , thefts often practis'd , Moneys , and Iewels too , and those no ●rifles . Cell . O where have I bestrew'd my ●aith : in neither● Let 's in for ever now , there is vertue . Mich. Nay do not wonder at it , he shall say it . Are ye not guiltie thus ? Fra. Yes : O my Fortune . Mich. To give a proofe I speake not enviou●ly Looke here : do you know these Iewel● . Cell . In , good Mother . Enter Thomas , Dorothy , and Mary : then Sebastian and Lau●celot . Val. These Iewels ; I have knowne . Dor. You have made brave sport . Tho. I le make more , if I live Wench Nay doe not looke on me : I care not for ye . Lan . Do you see now plaine ? that 's Mistris Dorothy , And that 's his Mistris . Seb. Peace , let my joy worke easely Ha , boy : art there my boy : mine owne boy , Tom. boy , Home Lance , and strike a fresh peece , of wine , the townes ours , Val. Sure , I have knowne these Iewels . Alice They are they , certaine . Val. Good heaven , that they were . Alice . I le pawne my life on 't And this is he ; Come hither Mistris Dorothy , And Mistris Mary : who do's that face looke like : And view my brother well ? Dor. In truth like him . Ma. Vpon my troth exceeding like , Mich. Beshrew me , But much : and maine resemblance , both of face And li●eaments of body : now heaven grant it . Alice My brother'● full of passion , I 'le speake to him . Now , as you are a gentleman , resolve me , Where did you get these jewels ? Fra. Now I 'le tell ye , Because blinde fortune yet may make me happy , Of whom I had 'em , I have never heard yet , But from my infancy , upon this arme I ever wore 'em . Alice 'T is Francisco brother , By heaven I ty'd 'em on : a little more sir , A little , little more , what parents have ye ? Fra. None That I know yet : the more my stubborne fortune , But as I heard a Merchant say that bred me , Who , to my more affliction , di'de a poore man , When I reach'd eighteen yeers . Alice What said that Merchant ? Fra. He said , an infant , in the Ge●oway Galleyes , But from what place he never could direct me . I was taken in a sea fight , and from a Marriner , Out of his manly pitty he redeem'd me . He told me of a Nurse that waited on me , But she , poore soule , he said was killed . A letter too , I had enclos'd within me , To one Castructio a Venetian Merchant , To bring me up : the man , when yeers allow'd me , And want of friends compell'd , I sought , but found him Long dead before , and all my hope● gone with him . The wars was my retreat then , and my travell In which I found this gentlemans free bounty , For which , heaven recompenc'd him : now ye have all . Val. And all the worldl● bli●●e that heaven can send me , And all my prayers and thanks . Alice Down o' your knees , sir , For now you have found a father , and that father Tha●●ill not venture ye againe in Gallyes . Mich. 'T is true , beleeve her sir , and we all joy with ye . Val. My best friend still : my deerest : now heaven blesse thee And make me worthy of this benefit . Now my best Mistresse . Cel. Now sir , I come to ye . Ab. No , no , let 's in wench . Cel. Not for the world , now , Mother , And thus sir , all my service I pay to you , And all my love to him . Val. And may it prosper , Take her Francis●o : now no more yong Callidon , And love her deerely , for thy father do's so . Fra. May all hate seek me else , and thus I seale it . Val. Nothing but mirth now , friends . Enter Hylas and Sam. Hyl. Nay , I will finde him . Sam. What doe all these here ? Tho. You are a trusty husband , And a hot lover too . Hyl. Nay then , good morrow , Now I perceive the knavery . Sam. I still told ye . Tho. Stay , or I 'le make ye stay : come hither sister , Val. Why how now Mistresse Thomas ? Tho. Peace a little , Thou would'st faine have a wife ? Hyl. Not I , by no meanes . Tho. Thou shalt have a wife , & a fruitfu●l wife , for I finde That I shall never be able to bring thee children . Hylas , known son agen . Seb. A notable brave boy . Hyl. I am very well sir . Tho. Thou shalt be better Hylas , thou hast 7 hundred pound a yeer , And thou shalt make her 3 hundred joynture . Hyl. No . Tho. Thou shalt boy , and shalt bestow Two hundred pound in clothes , looke on her , A delicate lusty wench , she has fifteen hundred , And feasible : strike hands , or I 'le strike first . Dor. You 'l let me like ? Mar. He 's a good handsome fellow , Play not the foole . Tho. Strike , brother , Hylas quickly . Hyl. If you can love me well . Dor. If you can please me . Tho. Try that out soon , I say , my brother Hylas . Sam. Take her , and use her well , she 's a brave gentle woman . Hyl. You must allow me another Mistresse . Dor. Then you must allow me another servant . Hyl. Well , let 's together then , a lusty kindred . Seb. I 'le give thee five hundred pound more for that word . Ma. Now sir , for you & I to make the feast full . Tho. No , not a bit , you are a vertuous Lady , And love to live in contemplation . Ma. Come foole , I am friends now . Tho. The foole shall not ride ye , There lye my woman , now my man againe , And now for travell on●e more . Seb. I 'le bar that first . Ma. And I next . Tho. Hold your selfe contented : for I say I will travell , And so long I will travell , till I finde a father That I never knew , and a wife that I never look'd for , And a state without expectation , So rest you merry gentlemen . Ma. You shall not Vpon my faith , I love you now extremely , And now I 'le kisse ye . Tho. This will not doe it , Mistres●e , Ma. Why when we are married , we 'l doe more , Seb. Ther 's all boy , The keyes of all I have , come , let 's be merry , For now I see thou art right . Tho. Shall we to Church straight ? Val. Now presently , and there with nuptiall . The holy Priest shall make ye happy all . Tho. Away then , faire afore . Exeunt . FINIS .