Actus
tertius
,
Scena
prima
.
Enter
Rufaldo
.
Ruf.
'T
is
now
early
day
:
fie
,
what
a
long
night
hath
this
beene
?
the
Sunne
went
drunke
to
bed
the
last
night
,
and
could
not
see
to
rise
this
morning
:
I
could
hardly
winke
,
I
am
sure
,
loue
kept
me
waking
,
and
the
expectation
of
this
my
wedding
day
did
so
caper
in
my
braines
,
I
thought
of
nothing
but
dancing
the
shaking
of
the
sheets
with
my
sweet-heart
.
It
is
certaine
,
I
am
yong
euery body
now
tels
me
,
so
it
did
appeare
by
Selina's
consenting
so
soone
to
loue
,
for
when
I
had
but
broke
the
Ice
of
my
affection
,
shee
fell
ouer
head
and
eares
in
loue
with
me
;
was
euer
man
so
happy
as
I
am
?
I
doe
feele
,
I
doe
feele
my
yeeres
fall
off
,
as
the
raine
from
a
man
that
comes
dropping
in
,
I
doe
feele
my selfe
euery
day
grow
yonger
and
yonger
still
:
let
me
see
,
an
hundred
yeeres
hence
,
if
I
liue
to
't
,
I
shall
be
new
out
of
my
teenes
,
and
running
into
yeeres
of
discretion
agen
:
Well
,
I
will
now
to
Master
Cornelios
,
and
bid
'em
good
morrow
with
a
noise
of
Musicions
,
and
to
see
the
very
talking
of
musicke
,
how
my
heart
leapes
and
dances
,
at
my
wedding
already
!
I
haue
bespoke
the
Parson
to
marry
vs
,
and
haue
promised
a
double
fee
for
expedition
.
O
now
I
am
so
proud
of
my
Ioy
,
my
feete
doe
not
know
what
ground
they
stand
on
.
Exit
.
Enter
Ienkin
and
Iocarello
.
Ien.
Ienkin
has
risen
very
early
this
mornings
,
and
beene
in
studies
and
contemplations
,
to
make
ditties
and
verses
vpon
her
Mistris
beauties
and
pulchritudes
,
but
the
Deuil
's
sure
in
these
Poetries
,
they
call
it
Furies
and
Raptures
,
look
you
,
but
Ienkins
pate
is
almost
mad
,
and
yet
her
cannot
awle
her
inuentions
meete
with
these
Furies
and
Raptures
.
Enter
Selina
in
Shepheards
weedes
.
Sel.
Thus
farre
I
haue
past
without
discouery
:
the
morning
is
auspicious
to
my
flight
.
Selina
,
what
an
alteration
hath
a
day
made
in
thee
,
that
to
preuent
thy
so
desired
marriage
,
thou
art
thus
lost
in
a
masculine
habit
,
and
dost
flie
him
?
thou
didst
so
much
loue
aged
Rufaldo
,
in
what
a
Lethargy
wert
thou
falne
,
Selina
?
Ien.
Iocarello
,
does
her
not
name
Selina
?
't
is
no
very
good
manners
to
make
interruptions
,
her
will
heare
more
,
looke
you
.
Sel.
Whither
had
reason
so
withdrawne
it selfe
?
I
could
not
make
distinction
of
a
man
,
From
such
a
heape
of
age
,
aches
and
rheume
:
Sure
I
was
mad
,
and
doth
encrease
my
fury
,
To
thinke
with
what
a
violence
I
ran
To
imbrace
such
rottennesse
.
O
,
my
guilty
soule
Doth
feele
the
punishment
of
the
iniury
I
did
to
Infortunio
of
late
,
Of
whom
as
I
despaire
,
so
shall
the
world
,
Euer
to
know
againe
haplesse
Selina
.
This
is
the
morne
the
sacred
Rites
should
tie
Me
to
Rufaldo
,
ripe
in
expectation
,
But
like
Ixion
he
shall
graspe
a
Cloud
,
My
empty
cloathes
at
home
,
Selina
thus
Is
turn'd
a
Shepheard
,
and
will
try
her
fortune
;
Hard
by
the
Shepheards
haue
their
shady
dwellings
,
There
let
Selina
end
her
haplesse
daies
,
Father
and
all
farewell
.
Thus
as
Felice
My
other
Sister
,
I
le
weare
out
my
life
,
Farre
from
your
knowledge
:
sacred
loue
commands
Reuenge
and
iustice
for
my
cruelty
,
And
reson
now
awak'd
shall
lead
me
to
it
,
Thus
I
am
safe
,
I
goe
to
finde
out
that
,
Will
meete
me
euery where
,
a
iust
sad
fate
.
Exit
.
Ien.
Pages
,
haue
her
seene
treames
and
apparitions
:
hark
you
,
was
Selina
turn'd
Shepheardesse
,
pray
you
?
Ioc.
Either
we
dreame
,
or
this
was
Selina
,
your
Mistris
,
that
is
turn'd
into
breeches
,
and
become
a
Shepheard
;
the
case
is
altered
.
Ien.
What
a
teuill
is
in
the
matters
&
businesses
,
pray
you
?
cases
neuer
was
knowen
such
cases
and
alterations
in
awle
her
life
,
womans
neuer
weare
preeches
in
Wales
,
't
is
not
possible
,
we
are
awle
in
treames
and
visions
,
very
treames
and
visions
.
Ioc.
Sure
we
are
awle
awak'd
,
sir
,
and
it
was
Selina
,
did
she
not
say
she
would
obscure
her selfe
from
her
Fathers
knowledge
,
and
liue
among
the
Shepheards
hard
by
?
Ien.
It
may
be
,
but
it
is
very
impossible
.
Enter
Cornelio
,
Rufaldo
,
Antonio
,
Hillaria
.
Cor.
I
am
amaz'd
,
when
was
she
seene
?
Ant.
Not
to day
,
sir
,
I
haue
searcht
her
Chamber
,
and
almost
turn'd
it
out
ath
'
window
,
but
no
Selina
.
Ruf.
It
is
very
strange
,
is
not
your
man
Gorgon
come
back
?
Cor.
What
should
this
meane
,
it
is
a
strange
absence
,
ath
'
wedding
day
too
.
Ruf.
That
angers
me
most
,
sir
.
Cor.
My
heart
misgiues
me
,
some
fatall
accident
vpon
my
life
,
is
hapned
to
her
.
Enter
a
Seruant
.
Ruf.
Hast
thou
happy
newes
?
Ser.
I
haue
traueiled
all
the
Towne
o're
,
and
can
meete
no
intelligence
of
her
.
Cor.
Be
dumbe
,
night-Rauen
,
she
's
lost
,
she
's
lost
,
The
Fates
sure
make
conspiracy
to
take
My
Daughters
from
me
:
one
I
lost
because
I
would
not
giue
her
,
and
I
haue
repented
Full
iustice
for
it
,
and
am
I
so
vnhappy
To
lose
Selina
too
?
but
I
le
not
sleepe
,
Vntill
I
finde
her
either
aliue
or
dead
.
Rufaldo
,
you
haue
interest
in
this
sorrow
,
Ioine
in
the
inquisition
.
Oh
my
Girle
Selina
.
Exit
.
Ruf.
Haue
I
beene
yong
for
this
?
if
I
finde
her
not
,
I
will
run
,
I
will
run
,
I
will
run
mad
,
mad
.
Exit
.
Ant.
No
more
,
I
know
where
her
clothes
be
:
if
it
take
,
applaud
my
inuention
:
I
haue
coozned
my
owne
Father
before
now
,
and
I
will
try
new
conclusions
,
but
I
must
haue
thy
assistance
and
secresie
:
if
my
Sister
haue
a
conceit
of
mirth
to
put
vpon
vs
,
I
may
chance
put
her
to
proue
her selfe
Selina
,
or
remoue
her
with
a
Habeas
corpus
.
Exeunt
Antonio
,
Hillaria
.
Ien.
Iocarelloes
,
awle
is
true
,
Selina
is
gone
in
Shepheards
vestiments
to
the
woods
&
Forrests
,
but
her
wil
make
trauels
and
ambulations
after
her
:
neuer
was
Sentilman
i
th'
hole
world
loue
as
Ienkin
now
,
to
make
iourneyes
&
peregrinations
for
a
womans
,
looke
you
:
but
if
her
finde
her
,
as
know
her
very
well
,
her
will
there
make
awle
sure
works
and
performances
,
warrant
you
Pages
,
here
is
moneyes
,
pray
you
make
prouisions
of
breads
and
victuals
too
,
know
vds
are
very
bare
places
,
and
Shenkin
was
alwaies
haue
cud
stomacks
and
appetites
,
looke
you
,
pray
you
,
doe
,
pray
you
,
doe
.
Exeunt
.
COMPLEMENT-SCHOOLE
.
Enter
Gasparo
habited
punctually
,
Master
of
the
Schoole
,
and
Gorgon
his
Vsher
.
Gasp.
Be
the
hangings
vp
,
Curculio
,
and
all
the
Chaires
and
Stooles
put
into
methode
?
the
day
is
old
,
me thinkes
,
time
runs
fast
,
me thinkes
,
vpon
the
minute
,
brings
my
disciples
.
Doe
my
bils
of
complement
still
relish
,
Curculio
,
doe
they
please
the
pallat
,
ha
?
Gorg.
My
most
ingenious
and
noble
Criticotaster
,
brauely
bils
,
pils
you
should
say
,
not
fac'd
,
but
lin'd
,
with
gold
they
swallow
'em
greedily
,
and
still
flocke
to
'em
,
and
conglomerate
my
sonne
and
heire
of
the
Muses
:
a
proclamation
is
as
quiet
as
the
poore
mans
box
,
no
man
lookes
after
it
,
not
a
Balladmonger
has
any
audience
:
but
happy
is
the
man
that
rides
first
poast
to
your
papers
&
cryes
admirable
:
your
old
men
looke
vpon
'em
with
their
spectacles
,
as
they
would
eye
an
obligation
within
a
minute
of
forfeyture
.
Gasp.
Thou
hast
eaten
vp
the
furies
already
,
and
speakest
all
buskins
,
but
close
walke
in
the
cloudes
,
yet
I
haue
not
heard
of
any
Mountebanke
of
wit
durst
euer
attempt
to
set
vp
shop
ath
'
trade
yet
:
but
whist
,
Vsher
,
take
your
place
.
Enter
Bubulcus
.
Gorg.
Foot
,
't
is
Bubulcus
.
Bub.
This
is
the
Complement-Schoole
.
Hee
dances
.
Gorg.
Three
cuts
and
a
halfe
,
hey
.
I
giue
you
,
sir
,
generous
salutation
,
and
wish
a
faire
morne
descend
vpon
you
:
thrice
Noble
Spirit
,
welcome
,
does
your
worship
desire
to
bee
sprinkled
with
the
drops
of
Hellicon
,
to
gather
the
Pippins
of
Pernassus
,
and
haue
your
forehead
fillited
with
Apollinean
Bayes
,
or
Laurell
?
Bub.
Troth
,
sir
,
I
doe
not
know
how
to
conster
what
you
say
,
although
I
know
it
be
Latine
,
sir
:
the
cause
of
my
comming
to
you
,
is
to
let
you
vnderstand
,
that
here
is
a
Complement-Schoole
,
and
I
haue
great
desire
to
be
taught
some
of
your
figaries
,
and
braue
words
,
I
doe
meane
to
pay
for
't
soundly
too
,
sir
:
I
thanke
my
starres
,
as
they
say
,
I
haue
ready
money
about
me
.
Gorg.
You
shall
be
verberated
,
and
reuerberated
,
my
exact
piece
of
stollidity
:
please
you
draw
neere
,
there
is
the
starre
of
Eloquence
,
vnder
whom
I
am
an
Hypodidascall
,
in
English
,
his
Vsher
.
Bub.
A
Gentleman
Vsher
at
least
.
Gorg.
Approach
without
feare
:
here
is
a
Pupill
,
sir
,
desires
to
suck
the
hony
of
your
eloquence
,
he
is
a
Gentleman
in
Folio
.
Gasp.
Your
accession
is
gratefull
,
my
most
gentile
lump
of
insipience
:
what
complement
doth
arride
the
pallate
of
your
generosity
?
Bub.
What
saies
he
pray
,
in
English
?
Gorg.
He
askes
what
kind
of
verbosity
you
would
be
practis'd
in
?
because
I
perceiue
you
are
raw
,
I
will
descend
to
your
capacity
,
he
askes
what
complement
you
would
learne
?
Bub.
Why
looke
you
,
sir
,
I
would
haue
two
kindes
of
complements
:
for
,
sir
,
I
am
in
loue
,
and
I
am
in
hate
.
Gasp.
How
?
in
loue
,
and
hate
too
?
Bub.
Yes
,
I
am
in
loue
with
a
Wench
,
and
would
haue
a
delicate
speech
for
her
,
and
I
am
in
hate
with
a
Gentleman
,
a
yong
Animall
,
and
I
would
kill
him
now
without
danger
of
the
Law
:
to
tell
you
true
,
hee
did
abuse
me
in
the
presence
of
my
sweet-heart
,
and
did
(
sauing
this
good
company
)
kisse
my
backside
.
Gorg.
How
?
Bub.
But
it
was
with
his
foote
,
sir
:
now
in
regard
I
haue
not
the
heart
to
kill
him
with
my
sword
,
I
would
cut
him
in
pieces
,
and
murder
him
with
mouth-guns
:
looke
you
,
sir
,
here
's
money
,
please
your selfe
:
but
I
pray
you
giue
me
a
powdring
speech
,
for
I
would
blow
him
vp
:
I
beseech
you
,
if
euer
you
put
gall
into
your
Inke
,
make
it
a
bitter
speech
.
Gasp.
Sir
,
I
will
draw
you
a
sublime
speech
shall
coniure
him
.
Bub.
Pray
doe
,
for
he
has
a
great
spirit
in
him
.
Gasp.
Vsher
,
in
the
meane
time
entertaine
him
with
some
copie
of
amarous
complement
.
Gorg.
There
is
an
Vshers
fee
belongs
to
my
place
.
Bub.
Here
's
gold
for
your
fee
,
I
receiued
it
for
good
fee
simple
,
I
am
sure
.
Gorg.
Simple
,
I
am
sure
:
so
,
sir
,
looke
you
,
I
should
teach
you
to
make
a
leg
first
,
but
these
postures
anon
.
Resplendent
Mistris
,
for
thy
face
doth
farre
Excell
all
other
,
like
a
blazing
Starre
We
mortals
wonder
at
,
vouchsafe
to
cast
Out
of
those
sparkling
Diamond
eyes
thou
hast
,
A
sacred
Influence
on
thy
vowed
creature
,
That
is
confounded
with
thy
forme
and
feature
.
Bub.
Admirable
!
Gorg.
Goddesse
of
Cyprus
.
Bub.
Stay
,
I
doe
not
like
that
word
Cypres
,
for
shee
'le
thinke
I
meane
to
make
Hatbands
on
her
,
cannot
you
call
her
Taffata
Goddesse
,
or
if
you
goe
to
stuffe
,
cloth
a
Gold
were
richer
.
Gorg.
Oh
,
there
's
a
conceit
,
Cyprus
is
the
embleme
of
morning
,
and
here
by
Cyprus
you
declare
how
much
you
pine
and
mourne
after
her
,
sir
.
Bub.
Very
good
,
pray
you
goe
on
.
Gorg.
Goddesse
of
Cyprus
,
Venus
is
a
slut
.
Bub.
Stay
,
who
doe
I
call
slut
now
?
the
Goddesse
of
Cyprus
,
Venus
,
or
my
Loue
?
Gorg.
You
doe
tell
the
Goddesse
,
that
Venus
is
a
slut
.
Bub.
I
doe
so
.
Gor.
For
thou
art
Venus
faire
,
and
she
is
not
.
Bub.
How
is
she
Venus
faire
,
when
then
I
call
her
slut
to
her
face
?
Gorg.
No
,
sir
,
your
Loue
is
Venus
faire
,
and
shee
is
not
:
That
makes
plaine
the
other
,
that
she
is
a
slut
.
O
that
I
were
a
flea
vpon
thy
lip
,
There
would
I
sucke
for
euer
,
and
not
skip
.
Bub.
Sucke
?
Gorg.
That
is
,
you
would
not
bite
her
by
the
lip
.
Or
if
thou
thinkst
I
there
too
high
am
plast
,
I
le
be
content
to
sucke
below
thy
waste
.
Bub.
Which
side
she
please
.
Gorg.
Thy
foote
I
'de
willing
kisse
,
but
that
I
know
,
Thou
wouldst
not
haue
thy
seruant
stoope
so
low
.
She
will
giue
you
leaue
to
kisse
higher
.
Oh
speake
thou
,
wilt
be
mine
?
and
I
will
be
The
truest
Worme
e're
trod
on
shoo
to
thee
.
Bub.
Worme
?
Gorg.
By
Worme
you
doe
insinuate
and
wriggle
your selfe
into
your
affection
,
and
shee
by
shoo
will
conceiue
your
desire
the
length
of
her
foote
:
how
doe
you
like
it
,
sir
?
Bub.
I
would
not
for
forty
pounds
but
I
had
come
to
complement
:
why
,
I
shall
bee
able
in
a
small
time
to
put
downe
a
reasonable
Gentlewoman
.
Gorg.
Oh
,
any
ordinary
Lady
,
you
must
get
it
without
Booke
.
Now
to
make
your
legs
.
Bub.
I
haue
two
made
to
my
hands
.
Gor.
Oh
,
by
no
meanes
,
your
legs
are
made
to
your
feete
.
Enter
Delia
.
Gasp.
Beauty
and
graces
dwell
vpon
the
face
Of
my
disciple
Delia
.
Del.
Muses
inspire
you
:
what
,
at
study
?
Gasp.
Negotiating
a
little
with
the
Muses
.
Gorg.
See
me
salute
her
.
As
many
happinesses
waite
on
Delia
,
As
beames
shoote
from
the
Sunne
this
pleasant
morne
.
Del.
As
many
thankes
requite
you
,
as
that
Sunne
Is
old
in
minutes
since
the
day
begun
.
Bub.
What
's
she
,
Curculio
?
Gorg.
Her
Mistresses
best
moueable
,
a
Chamber-maide
.
Bub.
She
is
an
early
riser
:
at
Schoole
so
soone
?
Gorg.
She
is
an
early
riser
,
and
yet
sometime
as
soone
downe
as
vp
,
she
cannot
be
quiet
for
the
Seruingmen
,
't
is
her
houre
betweene
eight
a clocke
and
her
Mistris
rising
,
to
come
to
discipline
.
Bub.
'T
is
a
pretty
smug
Wench
,
is
her
name
Delia
?
she
has
a
pretty
name
too
.
Gorg.
Oh
,
sir
,
all
her
credit
is
in
her
good
name
:
it
was
Diana's
the
Goddesse
of
chastity
,
and
therefore
when
she
marries
,
she
may
cuckold
her
Husband
by
a
priuiledge
,
for
Diana
gaue
hornes
to
Actaeon
.
Enter
a
Seruingman
.
Ser.
Where
's
Master
Criticotaster
?
Gasp.
Who
's
that
?
Ser.
Sir
,
my
Master
has
sent
you
a
little
gold
,
he
desires
you
send
him
the
speech
he
should
speake
at
Sessions
in
the
Country
,
he
's
now
riding
downe
.
Gasp.
Sir
Valentine
Wantbraine
,
that
has
neuer
a
Clarke
?
Ser.
The
same
,
Sir
.
Gasp.
Newly
put
into
Commission
for
the
peace
,
being
puisne
,
it
fals
to
him
to
giue
the
charge
.
I
haue
drawne
it
,
let
me
see
in
Comitatu
,
&c.
here
,
read
it
,
Curculio
,
he
may
the
better
instruct
his
Master
,
a
touch
,
a
touch
.
Gorg.
Good
men
of
the
Iury
for
this
Session
,
I
will
not
implicate
you
with
ambages
and
circumstances
,
I
am
vnwilling
to
confound
your
little
wits
with
affected
diuisions
of
my
narration
,
into
quis
,
quid
,
quomodo
,
and
quandoes
:
I
will
neither
vtter
by
grosse
,
nor
part
my
speech
into
a
doozen
of
long
points
,
knotted
often
in
the
middle
,
and
vntagd
in
the
end
;
you
are
to
present
Malefactors
,
whereof
you
are
the
chiefe
—
Reformers
,
and
seeing
you
stand
ready
for
your
charge
,
I
will
giue
fire
to
this
great
piece
of
seruice
,
&
send
you
all
off
with
a
powder
,
that
in
any
case
we
may
goe
to
dinner
betimes
,
&c.
Gasp.
So
,
't
is
enough
:
beare
my
respects
to
your
Master
,
tell
him
't
is
a
speech
will
doe
him
credit
,
bid
him
learne
it
perfectly
without
Booke
.
Gorg.
And
doe
you
heare
,
if
he
chance
to
be
at
a
nonplus
,
he
may
helpe
himselfe
with
his
beard
and
handkercher
,
or
it
will
be
a
good
posture
for
his
hand
now
and
then
to
be
fumbling
with
his
bandstrings
.
Farewell
.
Exit
Seruant
.
Enter
Mistris
Medulla
.
Gasp.
Mistris
Medulla
,
the
Sun
of
honour
shine
vpon
your
hopes
,
till
it
sublime
you
to
a
Ladiship
:
I
will
attend
you
presently
.
Med.
Sirra
,
bid
your
fellow
make
ready
the
Caroch
,
and
attend
me
here
about
an
houre
hence
,
I
will
ride
home
.
Bub.
What
Gentlewoman
is
that
?
Gor.
An
old
Country
Gentlewoman
,
that
hath
buried
her
Husband
lately
,
and
comes
vp
to
be
a
Lady
,
for
she
sweares
she
will
not
marry
any
more
Gentlemen
:
she
is
fallen
out
with
a
Iustice
of
Peaces
wife
in
the
Country
,
and
she
will
haue
a
Knight
,
though
she
pay
for
his
Horse-hier
,
to
spight
her
neighbours
.
Gasp.
A
word
with
you
,
sir
.
Bub.
Your
friend
and
Master
Bubulcus
.
Ha
you
done
,
sir
?
Gasp.
The
Cupidinaean
fires
burne
in
my
brest
,
And
like
the
Ouen
Etna
,
I
am
full
Of
Squibs
and
Crackers
.
Bub.
This
will
powder
him
.
Gorg.
Lady
,
wounded
by
your
beauty
,
I
will
acknowledge
mercy
if
you
kill
me
not
,
yet
rather
murther
me
,
then
vulnerate
still
your
creature
,
vnlesse
you
meane
to
medicine
where
you
haue
hurt
,
and
I
implore
no
better
remedy
then
I
may
deriue
from
the
instrument
wherewith
you
pierced
mee
,
like
Achilles
Speare
,
your
eye
hauing
shot
lightning
into
my
brest
,
hath
power
with
a
smile
to
fetch
out
the
consuming
fire
,
and
yet
leaue
my
heart
inflam'd
.
Del.
Sir
,
although
where
I
am
not
guilty
of
offence
,
I
might
deny
iustly
,
to
descend
to
a
satisfaction
:
yet
rather
then
I
would
be
counted
a
murtherer
,
I
would
study
to
preserue
so
sweet
a
modell
as
your selfe
;
and
since
you
desire
my
eye
which
enflamed
you
,
should
with
the
vertue
of
a
gracious
smile
make
you
happy
in
your
fire
,
it
shall
shine
as
you
would
haue
it
,
and
disclaime
that
beame
shall
shine
vpon
another
obiect
.
Gorg.
So
,
very
well
,
this
is
your
cunning
lesson
.
Knocke
within
.
Gasp.
Some
strangers
,
Curoutio
.
Gorg.
Sir
,
the
Country
comes
in
vpon
vs
.
Enter
an
Old-man
with
his
Sonne
.
Old.
Is
not
here
a
Complement-Schoole
?
Gasp.
A
Schoole
of
generous
education
,
sir
.
Old.
I
haue
brought
my
Sonne
to
bee
a
Scholler
,
I
doe
meane
to
make
him
a
Courtier
,
I
haue
an
offer
of
fiue
or
sixe
Offices
for
my
money
,
and
I
would
haue
him
first
taught
to
speake
.
Bub.
He
is
a
great
childe
,
cannot
he
speake
yet
?
Gasp.
In
what
kinde
of
complement
,
please
you
,
venerable
Sir
,
to
be
edoctrinated
?
But
we
will
withdraw
.
Enter
a
Gentleman
.
Gent.
Come
,
for
another
lesson
,
my
braue
Mars
,
Now
I
am
fit
to
quarrell
with
the
Starres
,
And
catch
at
Ioue
.
Bub.
What
's
hee
?
Gorg.
Orlando
Furioso
.
Gent.
By
the
blood-staind
fauchion
of
Mauors
I
will
carbonado
thee
,
keep
off
,
or
in
my
fury
I
will
cut
thee
into
Atomes
,
and
blow
thee
about
the
world
.
Bub.
I
hope
he
does
but
complement
.
Gent.
I
will
out-labour
Ioue-borne
Hercules
,
And
in
a
greater
fury
ransack
Hell
:
Teare
from
the
Sisters
their
contorted
curles
,
And
wrack
the
Destinies
on
Ixions
Wheele
,
Braine
Proserpine
with
Sisiphs
rowling
stone
,
And
in
a
brazen
Caldron
choakt
with
Lead
,
Boyle
Minos
,
Eacus
,
and
Radamant
,
Throw
Pluto
headlong
into
moorish
Fennes
,
And
sooty
Regions
.
Dam
vp
Cocitus
with
tormented
soule
,
And
batter
downe
the
brazen
gates
of
Hell
,
Make
the
Infernall
three-chapt
Band-dog
rore
.
Cram
Tantalus
with
Apples
,
lash
the
Fiends
With
Whips
of
Snakes
,
and
poysoned
Scorpions
,
Snatch
chain'd
Prometheus
from
the
Vultures
maw
,
And
feede
him
with
her
liuer
,
make
old
Charon
Waft
backe
againe
the
soules
,
or
buffet
him
With
his
owne
Oares
to
death
.
Gorg.
So
,
so
,
't
is
well
,
you
shall
take
forth
a
new
lesson
,
sit
downe
and
breathe
.
Bub.
'T
was
a
deuillish
good
speech
.
Enter
a
Iustice
of
Peaces
Clerke
,
Ingeniolo
.
Ing.
Oh
,
why
did
nature
make
thee
faire
and
cruell
?
Bub.
What
spruce
fellow
's
this
?
Gor.
He
is
an
hundred
&
fifty
pounds
a
yard
in
potentia
,
a
Yeomans
sonne
,
and
Iustice
of
Peaces
Clarke
,
hee
is
in
loue
with
a
Farmers
daughter
,
and
thus
he
speakes
his
passion
in
blanke
Verse
.
Inge.
Thou
art
some
Goddesse
,
that
to
amaze
the
earth
With
thy
celestiall
presence
,
hath
put
on
The
habit
of
a
mortall
,
gods
sometimes
Would
visit
Countrey
houses
,
and
guild
ore
A
sublunary
habitation
With
glory
of
their
presence
,
and
make
heauen
Descend
into
an
Hermitage
:
Sure
thy
father
Was
Maias
sonne
,
disguis'd
in
Shepheards
weeds
,
And
thou
dost
come
from
Ioue
,
no
maruell
then
We
Swaines
doe
wonder
at
thee
,
and
adore
,
Venus
her selfe
the
Queene
of
Cytheron
,
When
she
is
riding
through
the
milky
way
,
Drawne
with
white
Doues
,
is
but
a
blowze
,
and
must
,
When
thou
appearest
,
leaue
her
Bird-drawne
Coach
,
And
giue
the
reines
to
thee
,
and
trudge
afoot
Along
the
heauenly
plaines
,
paued
with
starres
,
In
duty
of
thy
excellence
,
while
the
gods
Looking
amaz'd
from
their
cristall
windowes
,
Wonder
what
new-come
Deity
doth
call
Them
to
thy
adoration
.
Bub.
O
,
heauenly
Farmers
daughter
!
Gor.
I
le
call
him
in
;
Ingeniolo
!
Cla.
Your
seruant
,
sir
.
Lady
,
I
kisse
your
hand
,
and
reuerence
the
antiquity
of
your
vestment
,
Delia
.
Fortune
let
fall
her
riches
on
thy
head
,
that
thou
maist
fill
thy
apron
.
I
am
your
humble
obseruicer
,
and
wish
you
all
cumulations
of
prosperity
.
Bub.
Sir
,
I
desire
to
sucke
below
yor
waste
.
Cla.
I
doe
euaculate
my selfe
to
be
your
shadowes
,
my
generous
condisciples
.
Gor.
This
is
Scholler-like
.
Bub.
Hee
's
one
of
the
head
forme
,
I
warrant
.
Enter
Gasparo
,
the
old
man
and
his
sonne
.
Gasp.
Sir
,
I
receiue
your
sonne
,
and
will
wind
vp
his
ingeny
,
feare
it
not
,
but
first
he
must
be
vnder
my
Vsher
,
who
must
teach
him
the
postures
of
his
body
,
how
to
make
legs
and
cringes
,
and
then
he
shall
bee
aduanced
to
a
higher
Classe
.
Curculio
,
licke
him
with
your
method
into
some
proportion
,
take
off
the
roughnesse
of
his
behauiour
,
and
then
giue
him
the
principles
of
salutation
.
Old.
Law
you
there
,
boy
,
hee
will
teach
you
the
principles
of
saltation
.
Well
,
good-morrow
,
sir
,
I
le
leaue
my
Iewell
.
Gor.
Your
Iewell
may
haue
the
grace
to
be
hang'd
one
day
.
Enter
Ienkin
.
Exit
old
man
.
Ien.
Blesse
you
Sentlemen
awle
,
and
your
studies
and
contemplations
:
is
here
a
Schoole
of
Complements
,
pray
you
?
Gasp.
A
place
of
generous
breeding
.
Ien.
Generous
preeding
,
harke
you
,
her
name
was
Ienkin
,
a
good
Sentleman
,
't
is
knowne
,
her
take
no
pleasures
and
delectations
in
vrds
and
phrases
of
Rhetricks
;
Welsemen
haue
awle
hearts
&
fidelities
,
marke
you
,
her
was
going
along
pout
creat
businesse
,
but
casting
her
eyes
&
visions
vpon
your
Pils
and
significations
of
your
skils
&
professions
,
looke
you
,
her
come
in
,
to
see
the
fashions
and
manners
of
your
exercises
,
and
yet
if
your
vrships
has
any
Madrigals
and
Pastorall
Canticles
,
looke
you
,
for
in
truthes
and
verities
was
going
now
to
the
Vds
and
Forrests
,
and
meane
to
turne
Shepheards
goddillings
,
her
will
giue
you
good
payments
of
awle
your
inuentions
,
and
Muses
,
pray
you
now
.
Gasp.
Amorous
Pastorals
?
I
can
furnish
you
,
venerable
sir
.
Turne
,
Amarilsis
,
to
thy
Swane
,
Thy
Damon
cals
thee
backe
againe
,
Here
is
a
pretty
Arbor
by
,
Where
Apollo
cannot
pry
,
Here
let
's
sit
,
and
while
I
play
Sing
to
my
Pipe
a
Roundelay
.
How
like
you
it
,
sir
?
Ien.
Roundelayes
very
good
,
here
is
moneyes
and
considerations
,
looke
you
.
Gor.
We
acknowledge
your
bounty
,
my
Tenth-worthy
.
Gasp.
So
Mistris
,
I
haue
trespass'd
on
your
patience
,
now
I
will
take
occasion
by
the
fore-locke
.
You
can
say
your
lecture
:
haue
you
your
hand-kercher
ready
,
that
when
a
Sutor
comes
,
you
may
put
him
off
with
wiping
your
eyes
,
as
if
teares
stood
in
'em
euer
since
your
husbād
was
buried
;
well
,
suppose
I
haue
had
accesse
to
your
chamber
,
I
begin
,
Lady
,
thinke
it
not
strange
,
if
Loue
which
is
actiue
in
my
bosome
,
force
me
to
turne
petitioner
,
that
I
may
be
reckened
amongst
your
seruants
;
all
my
ambition
,
sweetest
,
is
to
be
made
happy
in
your
affection
,
which
I
will
study
to
deserue
in
my
vtmost
possibilities
.
Med.
Alas
,
alas
,
I
had
a
husband
.
Gasp.
Very
well
counterfeited
,
nay
weepe
not
,
those
eyes
were
made
to
shine
,
not
waste
with
dew
:
if
it
be
for
the
remembrance
of
him
you
haue
lost
,
recouer
him
againe
,
by
placing
your
good
opinion
on
a
man
shall
sweat
to
doe
you
seruices
.
Med.
It
doth
not
,
sir
,
become
our
modesty
To
talke
of
loue
so
soone
,
you
will
renew
My
passion
for
his
losse
,
and
draw
downe
teares
Afresh
vpon
his
Hearse
:
you
doe
not
well
T'
oppresse
a
widdow
thus
,
I
pray
,
sir
,
leaue
me
,
At
least
I
will
enioyne
you
,
if
you
stay
,
To
speake
no
more
of
loue
,
it
is
vnwelcome
.
What
,
am
I
perfect
?
Gasp.
So
't
was
very
well
,
at
the
next
lesson
you
shall
learne
to
be
more
cunning
.
Gor.
Wil
t
please
you
heare
the
Nouice
?
Gasp.
Good
boy
,
speake
out
.
Offe.
God
saue
you
,
sir
,
felicities
be
accumulated
vpon
you
,
sir
,
I
thanke
you
generous
sir
,
you
oblige
me
to
be
your
seruant
,
sir
,
in
all
my
—
p
—
o
—
s
—
possibilitie
,
sir
,
I
honour
your
remembrance
,
sir
,
and
shall
bee
proud
to
doe
you
my
obseruance
,
sir
,
most
noble
sir
.
Gasp.
Very
hopefull
now
:
a
repetition
all
together
,
the
more
,
the
merrier
.
They
all
rehearse
at
once
.
Enter
Infortunio
.
Infor.
What
,
at
Barley-breake
?
which
couple
are
in
hell
?
are
not
you
Hellen
,
whose
insatiate
lust
ruin'd
faire
Illium
?
and
you
sir
Paris
with
a
golden
nose
?
harke
you
,
Rufaldo
is
married
to
Selina
.
Bub.
Who
?
that
's
my
father
in
Law
.
Infor.
How
,
your
father
?
looke
,
hee
has
clouen
feete
,
I
am
glad
I
haue
found
you
,
what
are
you
in
hell
for
?
Gasp.
Insinuate
to
'em
all
for
their
owne
safeties
,
hee
's
desperate
mad
,
bid
none
stirre
hence
.
Infor.
Hey
,
how
came
you
all
thus
damn'd
?
Ien.
Damn'd
,
who
's
damn'd
?
is
Ienkin
damn'd
?
Gasp.
I
beseech
you
,
sir
,
to
maintaine
the
credit
of
my
Schoole
,
I
shall
be
vndone
else
,
humour
him
a
little
.
Ien.
Will
you
haue
her
be
damn'd
?
when
heare
you
pray'
a
Welshman
was
damn'd
?
of
all
things
in
the
vrld
,
her
cannot
abide
to
be
damn'd
.
Gor.
See
if
you
can
roare
him
away
.
Gent.
Keepe
off
,
I
am
Hercules
,
sonne
of
Alcmena
,
Compress'd
by
Ioue
,
I
le
carbonado
thee
.
Infor.
How
,
art
thou
Hercules
?
Strikes
him
downe
.
Lye
there
,
vsurper
of
Alcides
name
,
Bold
Centaure
:
so
he
's
dead
,
by
this
I
proue
I
am
Ioue
borne
.
Ien.
Well
,
for
your
credits
and
reputations
,
her
care
not
to
be
damn'd
for
companies
and
fellowships
,
looke
you
,
has
hee
knock'd
him
downe
?
would
hee
had
knock'd
Ienkin
downe
.
Infor.
Now
,
on
with
your
relations
,
and
tell
me
all
the
stories
of
your
fortunes
.
'T
is
I
am
Hercules
,
sent
to
free
you
all
.
What
are
you
damn'd
for
?
In
this
Club
behold
All
your
releasements
.
What
are
you
?
Gor.
Stand
in
order
and
be
damn'd
.
Gasp.
I
am
the
conscience
of
an
Vsurer
,
Who
haue
beene
damn'd
these
two
and
twenty
yeeres
,
For
lending
money
gratis
.
Infor.
How
,
a
Vsurer
?
why
didst
not
Corrupt
the
Deuill
to
fetch
thy
soule
away
?
Hee
le
take
a
bribe
for
lending
money
gratis
.
Gasp.
Yes
,
sir
,
for
thankes
:
I
tooke
no
interest
,
For
at
the
lending
of
each
hundred
pound
,
They
brought
my
home
some
twenty
or
thirty
thanks
,
Indeed
't
was
paid
in
gold
.
Infor.
Oh
golden
thankes
I
well
,
goe
to
,
I
le
release
you
,
Vpon
condition
you
shall
build
an
Hospitall
,
And
die
a
begger
.
What
are
you
?
Gor.
The
soule
of
a
Watchman
.
Infor.
How
came
you
damn'd
?
could
not
you
watch
the
Deuill
?
Gorg.
He
tooke
me
napping
on
Midsummer
Eue
,
and
I
neuer
dream
't
on
him
.
Infor.
Your
wife
had
giuen
you
Opium
ouer
night
.
Cor.
No
sir
,
I
had
watch'd
three
nights
before
,
and
because
I
would
not
winke
at
two
or
three
drunkards
as
they
went
reeling
home
at
twelue
a clocke
at
night
,
the
Deuill
owed
me
a
spight
.
Infor.
Well
,
you
shall
bee
prentice
to
an
Alcumist
,
and
watch
his
Stills
night
,
by
night
,
not
sleepe
till
he
get
the
Philosophers-stone
.
What
are
you
?
Del.
Sir
,
I
am
a
Chamber-maid
.
Infor.
What
are
you
damn'd
for
?
Del.
Not
for
reuealing
my
Mistris
secrets
,
for
I
kept
them
better
then
mine
owne
,
but
keeping
my
maiden-head
till
it
was
stale
,
I
am
condemn'd
to
lead
Apes
in
hell
.
Infor.
Alas
,
poore
wench
,
vpon
condition
you
will
bee
wise
hereafter
,
and
not
refuse
Gentlemens
proffers
,
learne
pride
euery
day
,
and
painting
,
bestow
a
courtesie
now
and
then
vpon
the
Apparitor
to
keepe
counsell
,
I
release
you
,
take
your
Apes
,
and
Monkies
away
with
you
,
and
bestow
them
on
Gentlewomen
,
and
Ladies
,
that
want
plai-fellowes
.
What
are
you
?
Cle.
I
am
an
Vndersheriffe
,
sir
,
damn'd
because
I
told
the
debtors
,
writs
were
out
against
'em
,
brought
'em
to
composition
without
arrests
,
fauoured
poore
men
for
a
whole
yeere
together
,
was
very
good
in
my
Office
,
gaue
vp
a
iust
account
at
the
yeeres
end
,
and
broke
.
Infor.
Oh
,
miracle
!
an
honest
man
!
thou
shalt
bee
Church-warden
to
a
Parish
,
draw
the
presentments
,
and
keepe
the
poore
mens
box
for
seuen
yeares
together
,
't
is
pitty
,
but
thou
the
eldest
haue
fifty
writer
,
to
propagate
honest
generation
.
What
are
you
?
Med.
A
Iustices
wife
i
th'
the
Countrie
,
sir
.
Infor.
And
who
drew
your
mittimus
hither
?
what
are
you
damn'd
for
?
Med.
For
refusing
Sattin
gownes
,
and
veluet
petticots
,
turning
backe
Capons
at
Christinas
,
and
Sessions
times
,
and
making
much
of
one
of
my
husbands
seruants
,
meerely
for
his
honestie
and
good
seruice
towards
me
.
Infor.
'T
is
iniustice
,
you
shall
burie
your
husband
quickly
,
weare
some
blackes
a
while
for
fashion
sake
,
&
within
a
moneth
be
married
to
his
Clarke
,
vnlesse
you
will
be
diuided
among
the
Seruing-men
.
What
are
you
?
Old
mans
son
.
A
younger
brother
,
sir
,
borne
at
the
latter
end
of
the
weeke
,
and
waine
of
the
Moone
,
put
into
the
world
to
seeke
my
owne
fortune
,
got
a
great
estate
of
wealth
by
gaming
and
wenching
,
and
so
purchas'd
vnhappily
this
state
of
damnation
you
see
me
in
.
Infor.
Came
you
in
't
by
purchase
?
then
you
doe
not
claime
it
by
yours
fathers
interest
as
an
heire
:
well
,
I
will
ease
you
of
the
estate
,
because
it
is
litigious
,
and
you
shall
make
presently
a
bargaine
and
sale
of
it
to
a
Scriuener
,
that
shall
buy
it
of
you
,
and
pay
you
both
his
eares
downe
vpon
the
naile
for
it
.
What
are
you
?
Bub.
I
am
a
Horse-courser
.
Infor.
And
couldst
not
thou
out-ride
the
Deuill
?
Bub.
I
had
not
the
grace
to
mend
my
pace
,
I
was
an
honest
Horse-courser
,
and
suffered
euerie
foole
to
ride
me
,
I
knew
not
what
belonged
to
horse-play
,
let
the
world
kicke
at
me
,
I
neuer
winch'd
,
all
that
I
am
damnd
for
,
is
,
that
desiring
to
thriue
in
the
world
,
and
to
haue
good-lucke
to
horse-flesh
,
I
ambled
to
the
bed
of
a
Parsons
wife
that
was
coltish
once
,
and
gaue
her
husband
a
Horse
for
't
in
good
fashion
,
he
nener
gaue
me
godamercie
for
't
,
indeed
it
prou'd
afterwards
to
haue
the
Yellowes
.
Infor.
There
was
some
colour
for
't
:
well
,
since
your
occupation
is
foundred
,
you
shall
trot
euery
day
afoot
,
and
walke
a
knaue
in
the
Horse-faire
.
What
are
you
?
Ien.
Her
haue
no
minde
at
all
to
bee
damn'd
,
becar
her
will
fight
with
her
&
kill
awle
the
Deuils
in
hell
:
diggon
.
Gorg.
Sfoot
,
here
's
more
adoe
to
get
one
Welshman
damn'd
,
then
a
whole
Nation
.
Sir
,
't
is
but
in
iest
.
Ien.
In
iests
,
is
it
in
iests
?
well
,
looke
you
,
her
will
bee
contented
to
be
damn'd
in
iests
and
merriments
for
you
.
Infor.
You
will
tell
me
what
you
are
damn'd
for
?
Ien.
And
her
be
so
hot
,
was
get
some bodyes
else
to
be
damn'd
for
Ienkin
,
her
will
tell
her
in
patiences
,
looke
you
,
her
was
damn'd
for
her
valour
,
and
ridding
the
vrld
of
Monsters
,
looke
you
,
Dragons
with
seuen
heads
,
and
Serpents
with
tailes
a
mile
long
,
pray
you
.
Infor.
Oh
,
let
me
embrace
thee
,
worthy
in
my
armes
,
I
le
charme
the
Destinies
for
their
bold
attempt
,
for
cutting
off
thy
threed
,
thou
shalt
cut
their
throats
,
and
be
instald
Lord
in
Elisium
,
Oh
,
let
me
hug
thee
,
Owen
Glandower
.
Ien.
Owen
Glandower
was
her
cousin
,
pray
you
.
Infor.
Goe
your
waies
all
:
stay
,
take
hence
Prometheus
and
burie
him
,
if
you
come
into
hell
againe
,
there
's
no
releasement
.
Ien.
So
,
farewell
Sentlemen
,
now
her
meane
to
make
trauels
and
peregrinations
,
to
the
vds
and
plaines
,
looke
you
,
very
fast
.
Good
speed
to
awle
.
Exit
.
Gorg.
We
thanke
thee
Iouiall
Hercules
.
Gasp.
Liue
long
thou
King
of
hell
.
So
,
so
,
well
done
of
all
sides
,
here
our
Schoole
breakes
vp
,
I
might
haue
runne
mad
like
,
had
I
not
taken
off
the
edge
of
melancholy
.
Thus
poore
Gentleman
.
O
Loue
thou
art
a
madnesse
,
Drawing
our
soules
with
ioy
,
to
kill
with
sadnesse
.
Infor.
So
,
so
,
poore
soules
,
how
glad
they
are
of
liberty
.
This
is
a
hot
house
,
I
doe
scorch
and
broyle
:
I
le
seeke
the
Elisian
fields
out
,
and
dye
there
.