Actus
Primus
.
Enter
Sr.
Marmaduke
Travers
,
and
Mr.
Bostocke
.
Bos.
WHether
so
fast
Sr.
Marmaduke
,
a
word
.
Mar.
My
honorable
blood
?
wod
I
could
stay
To
give
thee
twentie
,
I
am
now
engag'd
To
meete
a
noble
Gentleman
.
Bos.
Or
rather
A
Gentlewoman
,
let
her
alone
,
and
goe
With
me
.
Ma.
Whether
.
Bo.
I
le
shew
thee
a
Lady
of
fire
.
Ma.
A
Lady
of
the
Lake
were
not
so
dangerous
.
Bo.
I
meane
a
spirit
in
few
words
,
because
I
love
thee
,
I
le
be
open
.
I
am
going
To
see
my
Mistresse
.
Ma.
I
le
dispence
with
my
Occasion
to
see
a
hansome
Lady
,
I
know
you
'le
chuse
a
rare
one
.
Bo.
She
is
a
creature
Worth
admiration
,
such
a
beauty
,
wit
,
And
an
estate
besides
,
thou
canst
not
chuse
But
know
her
name
,
the
Lady
Lucina
.
Ma.
Is
she
your
Mistresse
?
Bo.
Mine
,
whose
but
mine
?
Am
I
not
nobly
borne
,
does
not
my
blood
Deserve
her
?
Ma.
To
tell
you
truth
,
I
was
now
going
thither
,
Though
I
pretended
an
excuse
,
and
with
A
Complement
from
one
that
is
your
rivall
.
Bo.
Does
she
love
any body
else
?
Ma.
I
know
not
,
But
shee
has
halfe
a
score
upon
my
knowledge
Are
sutors
for
her
favour
.
Bo.
Name
but
one
,
And
if
he
cannot
shew
as
many
coates
.
Ma.
He
thinkes
he
has
good
cards
for
her
,
and
likes
His
game
well
.
Bo.
Be
an
understanding
Knight
,
And
take
my
meaning
,
if
he
cannot
shew
As
much
in
Heraldry
.
Ma.
I
doe
not
know
how
rich
he
is
in
fields
,
But
he
is
a
gentleman
.
Bo.
Is
he
a
branch
of
the
Nobilitie
,
How
many
Lords
can
he
call
cozen
?
else
He
must
be
taught
to
know
he
has
presum'd
To
stand
in
competition
with
me
.
Ma.
You
wonot
kill
him
.
Bo.
You
shall
pardon
me
,
I
have
that
within
me
must
not
be
provok'd
,
There
be
some
living
now
that
ha
beene
kill'd
For
lesser
matters
.
Ma.
Some
living
that
ha
beene
kill'd
!
Bo.
I
meane
some
living
that
ha
seene
examples
,
Not
to
confront
Nobilitie
,
and
I
Am
sensible
of
my
honour
.
Ma.
His
name
is
Sr.
Ambrose
.
Bo.
Lamount
a
Knight
of
yesterday
,
And
he
shall
die
to morrow
,
name
another
.
Ma.
Not
so
fast
Sir
.
you
must
take
some
breath
.
Bo.
I
care
no
more
for
killing
halfe
a
dozen
Knights
of
the
lower
house
,
I
meane
that
are
not
Descended
from
Nobilitie
,
then
I
doe
To
kicke
any
footeman
,
and
Sr.
Ambrose
were
Knight
of
the
Sunne
,
King
Oberon
should
not
save
him
,
Nor
his
Queene
Mab
.
Enter
Sr.
Ambrose
Lamount
.
Ma.
Vnluckily
hee
s
her'e
sir
.
Bo.
Sr.
Ambrose
How
does
thy
Knighthood
?
ha
.
Am.
My
Nimph
of
honour
well
,
I
joy
to
see
thee
.
Bo.
Sr.
Marmaduke
tells
me
thou
art
sutor
to
Lady
Lucina
.
Am.
I
have
ambition
To
be
her
servant
.
Bos.
Hast
,
thar'
t
a
brave
Knight
,
and
I
commend
Thy
judgement
.
Am.
Sr
Marmaduke
himselfe
leanes
that
way
too
.
Bo.
Why
didst
conceale
it
,
come
,
the
more
the
merrier
,
But
I
could
never
see
you
there
.
Ma.
I
hope
Sir
we
may
live
.
Bo.
I
le
tell
you
Gentlemen
,
Cupid
has
given
us
all
one
Livery
,
I
serve
that
Lady
too
,
you
understand
me
,
But
who
shall
carry
her
,
the
fates
determine
,
I
could
be
knighted
too
.
Am.
That
would
be
no
addition
to
Your
blood
.
Bo.
I
thinke
it
would
not
,
so
my
Lord
told
me
,
Thou
know'st
my
Lord
,
not
the
Earle
,
my
tother
Cozen
,
there
's
a
sparke
his
predecessors
Have
match'd
into
the
blood
,
you
understand
He
put
me
upon
this
Lady
,
I
proclaime
No
hopes
,
pray
le
ts
together
Gentlemen
;
If
she
be
wise
,
I
say
no
more
,
shee
shanot
Cost
me
a
sigh
,
nor
shall
her
love
engage
me
To
draw
a
sword
,
I
ha
vow'd
that
.
Ma.
You
did
but
jest
before
.
Am.
T
were
pitty
that
one
drop
Of
your
Heroicke
blood
should
fall
toth
'
ground
,
Who
knowes
but
all
your
cozen
Lords
may
die
.
Ma.
As
I
beleeve
them
not
immortall
sir
.
Am.
Then
you
are
gulfe
of
honour
swallow
all
,
May
marry
some
Queene
your selfe
,
and
get
Princes
To
furnish
the
barren
parts
of
Christendome
.
Enter
a
servant
Solomon
.
Sol.
Sir
Marmaduke
in
private
?
my
Lady
wod
Speake
with
you
.
Am.
T
is
her
servant
,
what
's
the
matter
?
Bo.
I
hope
he
is
not
sent
for
.
Sol.
But
come
alone
,
I
shall
be
troubled
With
their
inquiries
,
but
I
le
answer
'em
.
Am.
Solomon
?
Sol.
My
Lady
would
speake
with
you
sir
.
Am.
Mee
?
Sol.
Not
too
loude
,
I
was
troubled
with
Sr.
Marmaduke
.
Mar.
This
is
good
newes
.
Bo.
I
doe
not
like
this
whispering
,
Sol.
Forget
not
the
time
,
and
to
come
alone
.
Am.
This
is
excellent
.
Bo.
Solomon
,
dost
not
know
me
?
Sol.
My
businesse
is
to
you
sir
,
these
Kept
me
off
,
my
Lady
Lucina
Has
a
great
minde
to
speake
with
you
,
Little
doe
these
imagine
how
she
honours
me
.
Bo.
If
I
faile
,
may
the
Surgeon
When
he
opens
the
next
veine
,
let
out
all
my
honorable
blood
,
There
's
for
thy
paines
,
what
thou
shalt
be
hereafter
Time
shall
declare
,
but
this
must
be
conceal'd
.
Exit
.
Am.
You
looke
pleasant
.
Ma.
No
,
no
I
have
no
cause
,
you
smile
Sr.
Ambrose
.
Am.
Who
I
?
the
Coronell
.
Enter
the
Coronell
.
Ma.
But
of
our
file
,
another
of
her
suitors
.
Am.
Noble
Coronell
.
Co.
My
honored
Knights
,
and
men
of
lustie
kindred
.
Bo.
Good
morrow
.
Co.
Morrow
to
all
Gentlemen
,
I
le
tell
you
Who
is
return'd
?
Am.
From
whence
.
Co.
A
friend
of
ours
that
went
to
travell
.
Ma.
Who
,
who
?
Co.
I
saw
him
within
these
three
minuts
,
and
know
not
how
I
Lost
him
agen
,
he
's
not
farre
off
,
d
ee
keepe
a
Catalogue
Of
your
debts
.
Bo.
What
debts
?
Co.
Such
dulnesse
in
your
memory
,
there
was
About
sixe
moneths
ago
a
Gentleman
That
was
perswaded
to
sell
all
his
land
,
And
to
put
the
money
out
most
wisely
,
To
have
for
one
at
his
returne
from
Venice
,
The
shotten
Herring
,
is
hard
by
.
Am.
Iacke
Freshwater
,
I
le
not
see
him
yet
.
Bo.
Must
we
pay
him
?
Co.
It
will
be
for
your
honour
,
marry
wee
Without
much
staine
,
may
happily
compound
,
And
pay
him
nothing
.
Enter
Freshwater
,
and
Mounsieur
Le
Friske
.
Here
comes
the
thing
With
what
formalitie
he
treades
,
and
talkes
,
And
manageth
a
toothpicke
like
a
Statesman
.
Am.
How
hee
's
transform'd
?
Ma.
Is
not
his
soule
Italian
?
Bo.
I
le
not
bid
him
welcome
home
.
Am.
Nor
I
.
Ma.
What
's
the
tother
Rat
that
's
with
him
?
Co.
d
ee
not
know
him
,
t
is
the
Court
dancing
Weesill
.
Ma.
A
Dancer
,
and
so
gay
.
Co.
A
meere
French
footeman
Sir
,
does
he
not
looke
Like
a
thing
come
off
o
th'
Saltsellar
.
Ma.
A
Dancer
?
I
would
allow
him
gay
about
the
legges
,
But
why
his
body
should
exceede
decorum
,
Is
a
sinne
o
th'
state
.
Fre.
That
's
all
.
I
can
informe
you
of
their
dance
in
Italy
,
Marry
that
very
morning
I
left
Venice
,
I
had
intelligence
of
a
new
device
.
Mon.
For
the
dance
Mounsieur
.
Fre.
Si
Signior
,
I
know
not
What
countryman
invented
,
but
they
say
There
be
Chopinoes
made
with
such
rare
art
,
That
worne
by
a
Lady
when
she
meanes
to
dance
,
Shall
with
their
very
motion
sound
forth
musicke
,
And
by
a
secret
sympathy
with
their
tread
Strike
any
tune
that
without
other
instrument
,
Their
feete
both
dance
and
play
.
Mon.
Your
lodging
Mounsieur
,
That
when
I
have
leasure
I
may
dare
Present
an
humble
servitor
.
Fre.
I
do
ly
At
the
signe
of
Dona
Margaretta
de
Pia
In
the
Strand
.
Gud.
At
the
Magget
a
Pie
in
the
Strand
sir
.
Mon.
At
de
Magdepie
boon
adieu
serviteur
.
Exit
.
Am.
He
wonot
know
us
.
Gud.
d
ee
see
those
Gentlemen
.
Fre.
Thou
Platalone
be
silent
.
Co.
I
le
speake
to
him
,
Y
are
welcome
home
sir
.
Fre.
Signior
.
Exit
.
Co.
He
wonot
know
me
,
this
is
excellent
,
He
shall
be
acquainted
better
,
ere
I
part
With
any
sommes
.
Am.
Next
time
wee
le
not
know
him
.
Bo.
Would
all
my
creditors
had
this
blessed
ignorance
.
Ma.
Now
Coronell
I
'le
take
my
leave
.
Bo.
I
am
enga'd
too
.
Exeunt
.
Co.
Well
.
Bo.
I
shall
meete
you
anon
,
I
am
to
waite
upon
a
cosin
of
mine
.
Co.
A
Countesse
.
Bo.
My
Lord
?
Enter
Lord
Rainebow
and
Barker
.
Lor.
Cosin
.
Bo.
Your
Lordship
honours
me
in
this
acknowledgement
.
Lo.
Coronell
.
Bo.
d
ee
not
know
me
sir
?
Ba.
Y
are
not
a
proclamation
that
every
man
is
bound
to
take
notice
on
,
And
I
cannot
tell
who
you
are
by
instinct
.
Lo.
A
kinsman
of
mine
Franke
?
Co.
Good
morrow
to
your
Lordship
.
Lo.
Coronell
?
your
humble
servant
,
harke
you
Franke
.
Bo.
You
are
acquainted
with
my
Lord
then
,
Is
he
not
a
compleate
Gentleman
?
his
family
Came
in
with
the
Conqueror
.
Co.
You
had
not
else
beene
kinne
to
him
.
Bo.
A
poore
slip
,
a
syens
from
that
honourable
tree
.
Co.
He
is
the
Ladies
Idoll
,
they
ha
not
leasure
To
say
their
prayers
for
him
,
a
great
advancer
Of
the
new
Ball
.
Bo.
Nay
hee
's
right
,
right
as
my
legge
Coronell
.
Co.
But
tother
Gentleman
you
doe
not
know
his
inside
.
Bo.
I
ha
seene
him
,
he
lookes
philosophicall
.
Co.
Who
!
hee
's
the
wit
,
whom
your
Nobilitie
Are
much
oblig'd
to
for
his
company
,
He
has
a
railing
genious
,
and
they
cherish
it
,
Fling
dirt
in
every
face
when
hee
's
i
th'
humour
,
And
they
must
laugh
,
and
thanke
him
,
he
is
dead
else
.
Bo.
Will
the
Lords
suffer
him
.
Co.
Or
lose
their
mirth
,
hee
's
knowne
in
every
science
,
And
can
abuse
em
all
,
some
ha
suppos'd
He
has
a
worme
in
s
braine
,
which
at
some
time
o
th'
Moone
doth
ravish
him
into
perfect
madnesse
,
And
then
he
prophesies
,
and
will
depose
The
Emperor
,
and
set
up
Bethalem
Gabre
.
Bo.
Hee
's
dead
,
I
hope
he
wonot
conjure
for
him
.
Co.
His
father
shanot
scape
him
nor
his
ghost
,
Nor
heaven
,
nor
hell
,
his
jest
must
ha
free
passage
,
Hee
's
gone
,
and
I
lose
time
to
talke
on
him
,
Farewell
,
Your
Countesse
May
expect
too
long
,
Farewell
Coronell
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Lady
Rosomond
,
and
Lady
Honoria
.
Ros.
Why
doe
you
so
commend
him
?
Hon.
Does
he
not
Deserve
it
?
name
a
gentleman
in
the
Kingdome
,
So
affable
,
so
moving
in
his
language
,
So
pleasant
,
witty
,
indeede
every
thing
A
Lady
can
desire
.
Ros.
Sure
thou
dost
love
him
,
I
le
tell
his
Lordshippe
when
I
see
him
agen
,
How
zealous
you
are
in
his
commendation
.
Hon.
If
I
be
not
mistaken
,
I
have
heard
Your
tongue
reach
higher
in
his
praises
Madam
,
How ere
you
now
seeme
cold
,
but
if
you
tell
him
My
opinion
,
as
you
shall
doe
him
no
pleasure
,
You
can
doe
me
no
injury
,
I
know
His
Lordship
has
the
constitution
Of
other
Courtiers
,
they
can
endure
To
be
commended
.
Ros.
But
I
prethee
tell
me
,
Is
not
love
whence
this
proceeds
,
I
have
I
must
confesse
discourst
of
his
good
parts
,
Desir'd
his
company
.
Ho.
And
had
it
?
Ros.
Yes
,
and
had
it
.
Ho.
All
night
.
Ros.
You
are
not
I
hope
jealous
,
If
I
should
say
all
night
I
neede
not
blush
,
It
was
but
at
a
Ball
,
but
what
of
this
?
Ho.
Ene
what
you
will
Ros.
I
hope
you
ha
no
patent
To
dance
alone
with
him
,
if
he
ha
priviledge
To
kisse
another
Lady
,
she
may
say
He
does
salute
her
,
and
returne
a
cursie
To
shew
her
breeding
,
but
I
le
now
be
playner
,
Although
you
love
this
Lord
,
it
may
possible
He
may
dispose
his
thoughts
another
way
.
Ho.
He
may
so
.
Ros.
Who
can
helpe
it
,
he
has
eyes
To
looke
on
more
than
one
,
and
understand
Perhaps
to
guide
,
and
place
his
love
upon
The
most
deserving
object
.
Ho.
Most
deserving
,
This
language
is
not
levill
with
that
friendship
,
You
have
profest
,
this
touches
a
comparison
.
Ros.
Why
doe
you
thinke
all
excellence
is
throng'd
Within
your
beauty
.
Ho.
You
are
angry
Lady
,
How
much
does
this
concerne
you
to
be
thus
Officious
in
his
cause
,
if
you
be
not
Engag'd
by
more
than
ordinary
affection
.
I
must
interpret
this
no
kinde
respect
To
me
.
Ros.
Angry
,
ha
,
ha
.
Ho.
You
then
transgresse
against
civilitie
.
Ros.
Good
Madam
why
?
because
,
I
thinke
,
and
tell
you
that
another
Lady
May
be
as
hansome
in
some
mans
opinion
,
Admit
I
lov'd
him
too
,
may
not
I
hold
Proportion
with
you
,
on
some
entreaty
.
Enter
Lord
.
Lor.
They
're
loude
,
I
le
not
be
seene
yet
.
Ros.
What
is
it
that
exalts
you
above
all
Comparison
?
my
father
was
as
good
A
gentleman
,
and
my
mother
has
as
great
A
spirit
.
Ho.
Then
you
love
him
too
.
Ros.
T
will
appeare
No
greater
miracle
in
me
I
take
it
,
Yet
difference
will
be
,
perhaps
I
may
Affect
him
with
a
better
consequence
.
Ho.
Your
consequence
perhaps
may
be
denied
too
,
Why
there
are
no
such
wonders
in
your
eye
Which
other
composition
doe
not
boast
of
,
My
Lord
no
doubt
hath
in
his
travells
clapt
As
modest
cheekes
,
and
kist
as
melting
lippes
.
Ro.
And
yet
mine
are
not
pale
.
Ho.
It
may
be
they
blush
for
the
teeth
behinde
them
.
Ro.
I
have
read
No
sonnets
on
the
sweetnesse
of
your
breath
.
Ho.
T
is
not
perfum'd
.
Ro.
But
I
have
heard
of
your
tongue
exalted
much
,
Highly
commended
.
Ho.
Not
above
your
forehead
,
When
you
have
brush'd
away
the
hairie
pentehrush
,
And
made
it
visible
.
Lo.
I
le
now
interrupt
'em
.
They
le
fall
by
the
eares
else
presently
.
Ho.
My
Lord
.
Lo.
What
in
contention
Ladies
?
Ro.
Oh
my
Lord
you
'r
welcome
.
Lo.
Expresse
it
in
discoverie
of
that
Made
you
so
earnest
,
I
am
confident
You
were
not
practising
a
Dialogue
To
entertaine
me
.
Ho.
Yet
it
did
concerne
you
.
Ro.
Do
not
you
blush
,
fie
Madam
.
Lo.
Nay
and
you
come
to
blush
once
,
and
fie
Madam
,
I
le
know
the
secret
,
by
this
kisse
I
will
,
And
this
.
Ho.
You
were
kis'd
first
,
discover
now
At
your
discretion
.
Ro.
My
Lord
we
were
in
jest
.
Ho.
It
might
ha
turn'd
to
earnest
,
if
your
Lordship
Had
not
interpos'd
.
Lo.
Come
out
with
it
.
Ro.
We
had
a
difference
.
Lo
Well
said
.
Ro.
About
a
man
i
th'
world
,
you
are
best
name
him
.
Ho.
You
have
the
better
gift
at
telling
secrets
.
Lo.
Yet
agen
,
come
I
le
helpe
it
out
,
there
is
A
gentleman
i
th'
world
,
some
call
a
Lord
.
Ro.
Did
your
Lordship
over-heare
us
?
Lo.
Nay
nay
,
you
must
stand
too
't
,
One
,
whom
you
Love
,
it
will
appeare
no
greater
miracle
In
you
I
take
it
,
one
no
doubt
that
hath
Travel'd
,
and
clapt
as
modest
cheekes
,
and
kis'd
As
melting
lippes
,
thus
farre
i
me
right
,
but
what
Name
this
most
happy
man
doth
answer
too
,
Is
not
within
my
circle
.
Ho.
Yet
you
know
him
.
Ro.
Not
to
retaine
your
Lordship
i
th'
darke
,
Confident
you
'le
not
accuse
my
modesty
For
giving
you
a
truth
,
you
shall
not
travell
Beyond
your selfe
to
find
his
name
,
but
doe
not
Triumph
my
Lord
.
Lo.
Am
I
so
fortunate
,
Then
love
I
doe
forgive
thee
,
and
will
cherish
The
flame
I
did
suspect
would
ruine
me
,
You
two
divide
my
love
,
onely
you
two
,
Be
gentle
in
your
Empire
heavenly
Ladies
,
No
enemy
abroad
can
threaten
you
,
Be
carefull
then
,
that
you
maintaine
at
home
No
civill
warres
.
Ho.
How
d
ee
meane
my
Lord
?
Lo.
You
are
pleas'd
to
smile
upon
me
gentle
Lady
,
And
I
have
tooke
it
in
my
heart
more
than
Imaginary
blessings
with
what
pleasure
Could
I
behold
this
beautie
,
and
consume
My
understanding
to
know
nothing
else
,
My
memory
to
preserve
no
other
figure
.
Ro.
My
Lord
,
I
am
not
worth
your
flatterie
.
Lo.
I
flatter
you
?
Venus
her selfe
be
judge
,
To
whom
you
are
so
like
in
all
that
's
faire
,
T
were
sinne
but
to
be
modest
.
Ro.
How
my
Lord
?
Lo.
Do
not
mistake
me
,
t
were
A
sinne
but
to
be
modest
in
your
praises
,
Here
's
a
hand
,
nature
shew
me
such
another
,
A
brow
,
a
cheeke
,
a
lip
,
and
every
thing
,
Happy
am
I
that
Cupids
blinde
.
Ro.
Why
happy
?
Lo.
If
he
could
see
,
he
would
forsake
his
Mistresse
To
be
my
rivall
,
and
for
thy
embraces
Be
banish'd
heaven
.
Ho.
My
Lord
I
le
take
my
leave
.
Lo.
If
you
did
know
how
great
a
part
of
me
,
Will
whither
in
your
absence
,
you
would
have
More
charitie
,
one
accent
of
unkinde
Language
from
you
,
doth
wound
me
more
than
all
The
mallice
of
my
destinies
,
oh
deare
Madam
,
You
say
you
'le
take
your
leave
of
your
poore
servant
;
Say
rather
,
you
will
dwell
for
ever
here
,
And
let
me
stay
and
gaze
upon
Your
heavenly
forme
.
Ho.
I
can
be
patient
To
heare
your
Lordship
mocke
me
,
these
are
but
A
course
reward
for
my
good
thoughts
.
Lo.
This
t
is
to
use
plaine
dealing
,
and
betray
the
inside
Of
our
hearts
to
women
,
did
you
thinke
well
of
me
So
late
,
and
am
I
forfeited
already
,
Am
I
a
Christian
?
Ho.
Yes
I
hope
my
Lord
.
Lo.
Make
me
not
miserable
then
,
deare
Madam
,
With
your
suspition
,
I
dissemble
with
you
,
But
you
know
too
well
what
command
your
beauty
Has
upon
me
.
Ho.
Give
me
leave
My
Lord
to
wonder
you
can
love
me
,
With
such
a
flame
you
have
exprest
yet
shee
,
Your
mistresse
?
Lo.
You
are
both
my
Mistresses
.
Ro.
I
like
not
this
so
well
.
Lo.
There
is
no
way
but
one
to
make
me
happy
.
Ho.
I
wish
my
Lord
I
had
the
art
to
effect
What
you
desire
.
Ro.
Or
I
.
Lo.
It
is
within
Your
powers
.
Ho.
Speake
it
my
Lord
.
Lo.
Since
it
is
so
That
I
me
not
able
to
determine
which
My
heart
,
so
equall
unto
both
,
would
chuse
,
My
suite
is
to
your
vertues
,
to
agree
Betweene
your selves
,
whose
creature
I
shall
be
,
You
can
judge
better
of
your
worths
than
I
,
My
allegiance
shall
be
ready
if
you
can
Conclude
which
shall
ha
the
supremacie
;
Take
pitty
on
your
servant
gentle
Ladies
,
And
reconcile
a
heart
too
much
divided
,
So
with
the
promise
of
my
obedience
To
her
that
shall
be
fairest
,
wisest
,
sweetest
Of
you
two
,
when
I
next
present
a
lover
,
I
take
distracted
leave
.
Exit
.
Ho.
Why
,
this
is
worse
than
all
the
rest
.
Ro.
Hee
's
gone
,
And
has
referr'd
himselfe
to
us
.
Ho.
This
will
Aske
counsell
.
Ro.
And
some
time
I
would
be
loth
To
yeeld
.
Ho.
And
I
,
Cupid
instruct
us
both
.
Exeunt
.
Actus
Secundus
.
Enter
Barker
,
Freshwater
,
and
Gudgine
.
Bar.
ANd
what
made
you
to
undertake
this
voyage
,
Sweete
Signior
Freshwater
.
Fr.
An
affection
I
had
to
be
acquainted
with
some
countries
.
Gud.
Give
him
good
words
.
Ba.
And
you
returne
fraught
home
with
the
rich
devices
,
Fashions
of
steeples
,
and
the
situations
Of
galouses
,
and
wit
no
doubt
a
bushell
,
What
price
are
Oates
in
Venice
?
Fr.
Signior
I
kept
no
horses
there
,
my
man
,
and
I
Ba.
Were
Asses
.
Fr.
How
Signior
?
Gud.
Give
him
good
words
,
a
Poxe
take
him
.
Ba.
Had
not
you
land
once
?
Fr.
I
had
some
durrie
acres
.
Gud.
I
am
his
witnesse
.
Fr.
Which
I
reduc'd
into
a
narrow
compasse
,
Some
call
it
selling
.
Gud.
He
would
sell
bargaines
of
a
childe
.
Fr.
And
t
was
a
thriving
pollicie
.
Ba.
As
how
?
Fr.
It
was
but
two
hundred
pound
Per
annum
sir
,
A
loane
revenew
.
Ba.
And
did
you
sell
it
all
?
Fr.
I
did
not
leave
an
acre
,
rod
,
or
perch
,
That
had
beene
no
discretion
,
when
I
was
selling
I
would
sell
to
purpose
,
doe
you
see
this
roll
,
I
have
good
securitie
for
my
money
sir
,
Not
an
egge
here
but
has
five
chickens
in
't
,
I
did
most
pollitickely
disburse
my
summes
,
To
have
five
for
one
at
my
returne
from
Venice
,
And
now
I
thanke
my
starres
I
am
at
home
.
Ba.
And
so
by
consequence
in
three
moneths
your
estate
Will
be
five
times
as
much
or
quintupled
.
Fr.
Yes
Signior
quintupled
,
I
wonot
purchase
yet
I
meane
to
use
This
tricke
seaven
yeares
together
,
first
I
le
still
put
out
,
and
quintuplie
as
you
call
't
,
And
when
I
can
in
my
Exchequer
tell
Two
,
or
three
Millions
,
I
will
fall
a
purchasing
.
Ba.
Kingdomes
I
warrant
.
Fr.
I
have
a
minde
to
buy
Constantinople
from
the
Turke
,
and
give
it
The
Emperour
.
Ba.
What
thinke
you
of
Ierusalem
?
If
you
would
purchase
that
,
and
bring
it
nearer
,
The
Christian
Pilgrimes
would
be
much
oblig'd
to
yee
,
When
did
you
wash
your
sockes
?
Fr.
I
weare
none
Signior
.
Ba.
Then
t
is
your
breath
,
to
your
lodging
,
and
perfume
it
,
You
'le
tell
the
sweeter
lies
to
them
that
will
Lose
so
much
time
to
aske
about
your
travell
,
You
wonot
sell
your
debts
?
Fr.
Sell
'em
,
no
Signior
.
Ba.
Have
you
as
much
left
in
ready
cash
as
will
Keepe
you
and
this
old
troule
a
fortnight
longer
,
Die
,
and
forgive
the
world
,
thou
maist
be
buried
,
And
ha
the
Church-cloth
,
if
you
can
put
in
Securitie
,
the
Parish
shall
be
put
To
no
more
charge
,
dost
thou
hope
to
have
a
penny
Of
thy
owne
money
backe
,
is
this
an
age
Of
five
for
one
,
die
ere
the
towne
takes
notice
,
There
is
a
hidious
woman
carries
ballets
,
And
has
a
singing
in
her
head
,
take
heed
And
hang
thy selfe
,
thou
maist
not
heare
the
time
,
You
remember
Coriate
.
Fr.
Honest
Tom
Odcombe
.
Ba.
Wee
'le
ha
more
verses
o'
thy
travells
Coxcombe
,
Bookes
shall
be
sold
in
bushells
in
Cheape
side
,
And
come
in
like
the
Pescods
,
waine
loads
full
Of
thee
,
and
thy
man
Apple
Iohn
that
lookes
As
he
had
beene
a
senight
in
the
straw
A
ripening
for
the
market
,
farewell
Rusiting
,
Thou
art
not
worth
my
spleene
,
doe
not
forget
My
counsell
,
hang
thy selfe
,
and
thou
go'st
off
Without
a
Sessions
.
Exit
.
Fr.
Fine
,
I
me
glad
hee
's
gone
,
Gudgine
,
what
dost
thou
thinke
.
Gud.
I
thinke
y'
are
well
rid
of
railing
Madcap
.
Fr.
Nay
,
nay
hee
'le
not
spare
a
Lord
But
were
not
I
best
call
in
my
moneyes
Gudgin
,
My
estate
wonot
hold
out
,
I
must
be
more
Familiar
with
my
gentlemen
.
Enter
Lord
.
Lo.
Iacke
Freshwater
wellcome
from
Venice
.
Fr.
I
thanke
your
honour
.
Lo.
Was
it
not
Franke
Barker
that
parted
from
you
?
Fr.
Yes
my
Lord
.
Lo.
What
's
the
matter
?
Fr.
There
is
a
summe
,
my
Lord
.
Lo.
Where
is
it
Signior
?
Fr.
There
was
a
summe
my
Lord
delivered
From
your
poore
servant
Freshwater
.
Lo.
I
remember
,
But
I
have
businesse
now
,
come
,
home
to
me
,
The
monie
's
safe
,
you
were
to
give
me
five
For
one
at
your
returne
.
Fr.
I
five
?
Your
Lordship
has
forgot
the
Cinquepace
.
Lo.
Something
it
is
,
but
when
I
am
at
leasure
We
will
discourse
of
that
,
and
of
your
travell
,
Farewell
Signior
.
Exit
.
Fr.
I
st
come
to
this
?
if
Lords
play
fast
and
loose
,
What
shall
poore
Knights
,
and
gentlemen
?
Hum
,
t
is
he
.
Enter
Coronell
.
Co.
A
Poxe
upon
him
,
what
makes
he
in
my
way
.
Fr.
Noble
Coronell
.
Co.
Que
dite
vous
mounsieur
.
Fr.
Que
dite
vous
?
Co.
A
wy
,
Ie
ne
pa
parlee
Anglois
,
There
were
five
English
peeces
.
Co.
Ie
ne
parle
Anglois
,
me
speake
no
word
English
,
Votre
seviteur
.
Exit
.
Fr.
Adiew
five
peeces
,
Gudgin
gape
,
i
st
not
he
?
They
wonot
use
me
o'th
is
fashion
,
Did
he
not
speake
to
me
i
th'
morning
?
Gud.
Yes
sir
.
Fr.
I
thinke
so
,
But
then
you
would
not
know
him
in
Italian
,
And
now
he
will
not
know
you
in
French
.
Fr.
Call
you
this
selling
of
land
,
and
putting
out
money
To
multiply
estate
?
Gud.
To
quintuply
five
for
one
,
large
interest
.
Fr.
Five
for
one
,
t
is
tenne
to
one
if
I
get
my
principall
.
Gud.
Your
roll
is
not
at
the
bottome
,
yet
try
the
rest
.
Fr.
I
ha
,
Signior
farewell
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Scutilla
and
Solomon
.
Scu.
Didst
speake
with
the
Coronell
?
Sol.
I
met
him
opportunely
after
all
the
rest
,
And
told
him
how
much
it
would
concerne
His
livelihood
to
make
haste
.
Scu.
He
must
not
be
seene
yet
,
you
know
where
To
attend
for
him
,
give
him
accesse
by
The
garden
to
my
chamber
,
and
bring
Me
nimbly
knowledge
when
he
is
there
.
Sol.
I
shall
forsooth
.
Exit
.
Enter
the
Dancer
,
Lady
Rosomond
,
Lady
Lucina
,
and
Lady
Honoria
.
Dan.
Very
well
an
dat
be
skirvy
you
run
trot
,
trot
,
trot
,
Pisha
,
follow
me
,
fout
Madame
,
can
you
not
tell
So
often
learning
�
Madam
you
foot
it
now
Pla
it
ill
.
Another
Lady
dances
.
Excellent
,
better
den
excellent
pishaw
�
you
be
laughed
When
you
come
to
do
Ball
;
I
teach
tree
hundred
,
never
Forgot
so
much
,
me
sweat
taking
paine
,
and
fidling
Ladies
.
Luc.
Fidling
Ladies
,
you
Molecatcher
.
Dan.
Purquoy
for
telling
you
Dance
not
well
,
you
commit
fat
,
and
beate
me
for
my
Dilligence
becar
you
dance
your
pleasure
.
Ho.
No
Mounsieure
Le
Friske
put
not
up
your
pipe
,
my
Lady
Was
but
in
jest
,
and
you
must
take
it
for
a
favour
.
Dan.
I
veare
no
favours
in
dat
place
,
should
any
gentleman
Of
England
give
me
blow
,
diable
me
teach
him
French
Passage
.
Ro.
Nay
you
shanot
be
so
angry
,
I
must
have
a
Coronte
,
Pray
Madam
be
reconcil'd
.
Luc.
Come
Mounsieur
I
am
sorry
.
Dan.
Sorre
,
tat
is
too
much
par
ma
foy
,
I
kisse
tat
white
hand
,
Give
me
one
two
tree
buffets
,
aller
,
aller
looke
up
your
Countenance
,
your
English
man
spoile
you
,
he
no
teach
You
looke
up
,
pishaw
,
carry
your
body
in
the
swimming
Fashion
,
and
deu
allei
moy
moselle
ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
So
for
boon
excellent
becar
.
Dance
.
Luc.
Nay
a
Country
dance
Scutilla
,
you
are
idle
,
You
know
we
must
be
at
the
Ball
anon
,
come
.
Dan.
Where
is
the
Ball
this
night
.
Luc.
At
my
Lord
Rainebowes
.
Dan.
Oh
he
dance
finely
becar
,
he
deserve
the
Ball
of
de
world
,
Fine
,
fine
gentleman
,
your
oder
men
dance
lop
,
lop
with
De
lame
legge
as
they
want
crushes
begore
,
and
looke
for
Argent
in
the
ground
pishaw
,
They
dance
a
new
Country
Dance
.
Hah
,
hah
,
for
boone
.
Ro.
Now
Madame
we
take
our
leave
.
Luc.
I
le
recompence
this
kind
visite
:
does
your
coach
stay
?
Ho.
Yes
Madam
,
Your
Ladiship
will
be
too
much
troubled
.
Luc.
I
owe
more
service
.
Scu.
Mounsieur
you
'le
begone
too
.
Dan.
I
have
more
Ladie
,
my
Schollers
.
Sciu.
Is
that
the
way
of
your
instrument
.
Dan.
All
a
murdu
France
,
fit
,
fit
adiew
Madam
votre
serviteur
,
Adiew
demy
Mounsieur
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Solomon
and
Coronell
.
Scu.
Sir
,
you
are
welcome
.
Co.
I
thanke
you
Ladie
.
Scu.
The
tim
's
too
narrow
to
discourse
at
large
,
But
I
intend
you
a
service
,
You
have
deserv'd
it
In
your
owne
noblenesse
to
one
I
call
a
kinsman
,
Whose
life
without
your
charitie
had
beene
Forfeit
to
his
generalls
anger
,
t
was
not
Without
his
cause
you
after
quit
your
regiment
.
Co.
He
was
my
friend
,
forget
it
.
Scu.
You
were
sent
for
By
the
Lady
Lucina
.
Co.
Whose
command
I
waite
.
Scu.
T
was
my
desire
to
prepare
you
for
The
entertainement
,
be
but
pleas'd
to
obscure
Your selfe
behind
these
hangings
a
few
minuts
,
I
heare
her
,
you
may
trust
me
.
Co.
Without
dispute
,
I
obey
you
Lady
.
Enter
Lady
Lucina
.
Luc.
Now
Scutilla
we
are
ripe
,
and
ready
To
entertaine
my
Gamesters
,
my
man
said
They
promised
all
to
come
,
I
was
afraid
These
Ladies
in
their
kinde
departure
wo'd
not
Bequeath
me
opportunitie
,
and
the
mirth
Doth
in
the
imagination
so
ticle
me
,
I
wo'd
not
willingly
ha
lost
it
for
a
Jewell
Of
some
valew
.
Scu.
Then
your
purchase
holds
.
Luc.
If
they
hold
their
affections
,
and
keepe
touch
,
Wee
le
ha
some
sport
.
Enter
Solomon
.
Sol.
Sr.
Marmaduke
Travers
.
Luc.
Away
Scutilla
,
and
Laugh
not
loud
betweene
our
acts
,
wee
le
meete
Agen
like
musicke
,
and
make
our selves
merry
.
Scin.
I
waite
nere
you
.
Enter
Sr.
Marmaduke
.
Luc.
Sr.
Markmaduke
I
thought
I
should
have
had
Your
visite
without
a
summonds
.
Ma.
Lady
you
gave
One
feather
to
the
wings
I
had
before
,
Can
there
be
at
last
a
service
to
imploy
Your
creature
?
Luc.
Something
hath
pleaded
for
you
in
your
absence
.
Ma.
Oh
let
me
dwell
upon
your
hand
,
my
starres
Have
then
remembred
me
agen
.
Luc.
How
doe
the
Fennes
?
Goes
the
draning
forward
,
and
your
Iron
Mills
?
Mar.
Draning
,
and
Iron
Mills
?
I
know
not
Madam
.
Luc.
Come
,
you
conceale
your
industry
,
and
care
To
thrive
,
you
neede
not
be
so
close
to
me
.
Ma.
By
this
hand
Lady
,
have
I
any
Iron
Mills
?
Luc.
I
am
abus'd
else
,
nay
I
doe
love
One
that
has
Wind-mills
in
his
head
.
Ma.
How
Madam
?
Lu.
Projects
,
and
Proclamations
,
did
not
you
Travell
to
Yarmouth
to
learne
how
to
cast
Brasse
buttons
,
nay
I
like
it
,
it
is
an
age
For
men
to
looke
about
'em
,
shall
I
trust
My
estate
to
one
that
has
no
thrift
,
a
fellow
But
with
one
face
?
my
husband
shall
be
a
Ianus
,
He
cannot
looke
too
many
wayes
,
and
is
Your
patent
for
making
Vineger
confirm'd
:
What
a
face
you
put
upon
't
nay
,
nere
dissemble
,
Come
I
know
all
,
you
'le
thanke
that
friend
of
yours
,
That
satisfied
my
inquirie
of
your
worth
With
such
a
welcome
character
,
but
why
Doe
I
betray
my selfe
so
fast
?
beshrow
His
commendations
.
Ma.
How
is
this
?
some body
That
meant
me
well
,
and
knew
her
appetite
To
wealth
hath
told
this
of
me
,
I
le
make
use
on
t
;
Well
Madam
,
I
desir'd
these
things
more
private
Till
something
worth
a
mine
,
which
I
am
now
Promoving
had
beene
perfect
to
salute
you
,
But
I
perceive
you
hold
intelligence
In
my
affaires
,
which
I
interpret
love
,
And
I
le
requite
it
,
will
you
be
content
Be
a
countesse
for
the
present
.
Luc.
I
shall
want
No
honour
in
your
love
.
Ma.
When
shall
we
marry
?
Luc.
Something
must
be
prepar'd
.
Ma.
A
licence
,
and
say
no
more
,
How
blest
am
I
,
doe
not
blush
,
I
wonot
kisse
your
lip
,
till
I
ha
brought
it
.
Exit
Luc.
Ha
,
ha
,
Scutilla
.
Scu.
Be
secret
still
.
Luc.
Canst
thou
not
laugh
?
Scu.
Yes
Madam
you
have
kept
your
word
,
The
Knights
transported
,
gone
To
prepare
things
for
the
wedding
.
Luc.
How
didst
thou
like
the
Iron
Mills
.
Scu.
And
the
Brasse
buttons
rarely
,
have
you
devices
To
jeere
the
rest
.
Luc.
All
the
regiment
on
'em
,
or
I
le
breake
my
bowstrings
.
Sol.
Sr.
Ambrose
Lamount
.
Luc.
Away
,
and
let
the
Swallow
enter
.
Enter
Sr.
Ambrose
,
and
Solomon
.
Luc.
Why
Sirra
,
did
I
command
you
give
accesse
to
none
?
But
Sr.
Ambrose
Lamount
?
Whom
you
know
I
sent
for
,
Audacious
Groome
.
Sol.
It
is
Sir
,
Madam
.
Luc.
It
is
Sr.
Ambrose
Coxcombe
,
is
it
not
,
Cry
mercy
noble
sir
,
I
tooke
you
muffled
For
one
that
every
day
sollicites
me
To
bestow
my
little
dogge
upon
him
,
but
you
'r
welcome
,
I
thinke
I
sent
for
you
.
Am.
It
is
my
happinesse
To
waite
your
service
Lady
.
Luc.
I
heare
say
you
have
vow'd
to
die
a
Batchellor
,
I
hope
it
is
not
true
sir
.
Am.
I
die
a
Batchellor
?
Luc.
And
that
you
'le
turne
religious
Knight
.
Am.
I
turne
religious
Knight
,
who
has
abus'd
me
?
Luc.
I
would
onely
know
the
truth
,
it
were
great
pittie
,
For
my
owne
part
I
ever
wish'd
you
well
,
Although
in
modesty
I
have
beene
silent
,
Pray
what
's
a clocke
?
Am.
Howe
's
this
?
Luc.
I
had
a
dreame
last
night
,
me thought
I
saw
you
Dance
so
exceedingly
rarely
,
that
I
fell
In
love
.
Am.
In
love
with
me
.
Luc.
With
your
legges
sir
.
Am.
My
legge
is
at
your
service
to
come
over
.
Luc.
I
wondred
at
my selfe
,
but
I
considered
,
That
many
have
beene
caught
with
hansome
faces
,
So
my
love
grew
.
Am.
Vpwards
.
Luc.
What
followed
in
my
dreame
I
ha
forgot
.
Am.
Leave
that
to
finish
waking
!
Luc.
Since
the
morning
I
finde
some
alteration
,
you
know
I
have
told
you
twenty
times
I
would
not
love
you
,
But
whether
t
were
your
wisedome
or
your
fate
You
would
not
be
satisfied
,
now
I
know
not
If
something
were
procur'd
,
what
I
should
answer
.
Am.
A
licence
,
say
no
more
.
Luc.
Would
were
my
estate
were
doubled
.
Am.
For
my
sake
.
Luc.
You
have
not
Purchas'd
since
you
fell
in
love
?
Am.
Not
much
land
.
Luc.
Revells
have
beene
some
charge
to
you
,
you
were
ever
A
friend
to
Ladies
,
pitty
but
he
should
rise
By
one
,
has
fallen
with
so
many
,
had
you
not
A
head
once
?
Am.
A
head
?
I
have
one
still
.
Luc.
Of
haire
I
meane
,
Favours
ha
glean'd
too
much
,
pray
pardon
me
If
it
were
mine
,
they
should
goe
looke
their
bracelets
,
Or
stay
till
the
next
crop
,
but
I
blush
sir
To
hold
you
in
this
discourse
,
you
will
perhaps
Conster
me
in
a
wrong
sence
;
but
you
may
use
Your
owne
discretion
till
you
know
me
better
,
Which
is
my
soules
ambitions
.
Am.
I
am
blest
.
Cor.
Cunning
Gipsie
shee
'le
use
me
thus
too
When
I
come
too
't
?
Am.
Lady
I
know
your
mind
,
when
I
see
you
next
.
Exit
.
Luc.
You
le
see
me
agen
,
ha
ha
ha
,
Scutilla
.
Scu.
Here
Madam
almost
dead
with
stifling
my
laughter
,
Why
hee
's
gone
for
a
Licence
,
you
did
injoyne
him
no
Silence
.
Luc.
I
wou'd
have
'em
all
meete
and
brag
o'
their
severall
Hopes
they
wonot
else
be
sensible
,
and
quit
me
o'
their
Tedious
visitation
,
who
's
next
?
I
would
the
Coronell
were
come
,
I
long
to
have
about
with
him
.
Sol.
Mr.
Bostocke
Madam
.
Luc.
Retire
,
and
give
the
lay
admittance
.
Enter
Bostocke
.
Bo.
Madam
,
I
kisse
your
faire
hand
.
Luc.
Oh
Mr.
Bostocke
,
Bo.
The
humblest
of
your
servants
.
Luc.
Two
not
become
your
birth
,
and
blood
to
stoope
To
such
a
title
.
Bo.
I
must
confesse
deare
Lady
,
I
carry
in
my
veines
more
precious
honour
Then
other
men
,
blood
of
a
deeper
crimson
,
But
you
shall
call
me
any
thing
.
Luc.
Not
I
sir
,
It
would
not
become
me
to
change
your
title
,
Although
I
must
confesse
I
could
desire
You
were
lesse
honourable
.
Bo.
Why
I
prethee
,
I
st
a
fault
to
spring
from
the
Nobilitie
?
There
be
some
men
have
sold
well
favour'd
Lordships
,
To
be
ill
favoured
Noblemen
,
and
though
I
weare
no
title
of
the
state
,
I
can
Adorne
a
Lady
.
Luc.
That
is
my
misfortune
,
I
would
you
could
not
sir
.
Bo.
Are
you
the
worse
For
that
?
consider
Lady
.
Luc.
I
have
considered
,
And
I
could
wish
with
all
my
heart
you
were
Not
halfe
so
noble
,
nay
indeede
no
Gentlman
.
Bo.
How
Lady
?
Luc.
Nay
,
if
you
give
me
leave
to
speake
my
thoughts
,
I
would
you
were
a
fellow
of
two
degrees
Beneath
a
foote
man
,
one
that
had
no
kindred
,
But
Knights
o
th'
post
,
nay
worse
,
pardon
me
sir
,
In
the
humour
I
am
in
,
I
wish
,
and
heartily
,
You
were
a
sonne
o
th'
people
rather
then
.
Bo.
Good
Madam
give
me
your
reason
.
Luc.
Because
I
love
you
.
Bo.
Few
women
wish
so
ill
to
whom
they
love
.
Luc.
They
doe
not
love
like
me
then
.
Bo.
Say
you
so
.
Luc.
My
wealths
a
begger
,
nay
the
title
of
A
Lady
which
my
husband
left
,
is
a
shadow
Compar'd
to
what
you
bring
to
innoble
me
,
And
all
the
children
you
will
get
,
but
I
Out
of
my
love
desire
you
such
a
one
,
That
I
might
adde
to
you
,
that
you
might
be
Created
by
my
wealth
,
made
great
by
me
,
Then
should
my
love
appeare
,
but
as
you
are
,
I
must
receive
addition
from
you
.
Bo.
No body
heares
,
why
harke
you
Lady
,
could
You
love
me
,
if
I
were
lesse
honourable
?
Luc.
Honourable
?
why
you
cannot
be
so
base
As
I
would
have
you
,
that
the
world
might
say
My
marriage
gave
you
somewhat
.
Bo.
Say
you
so
,
Vnder
the
Rose
,
if
that
will
doe
you
a
pleasure
,
The
Lords
doe
call
me
cosin
,
but
I
am
.
Luc.
What
?
Bo.
Suspected
.
Luc.
How
?
Bo.
Not
to
be
lawfull
,
I
came
in
at
the
Wicket
,
Some
call
it
the
Window
.
Luc.
Can
you
prove
it
.
Bo.
Say
no
more
.
Luc.
Then
I
preferre
you
before
all
my
suiters
,
Sr.
Ambrose
Lamount
,
and
Sr.
Marmaduke
Travers
are
all
Mountibankes
.
Bo.
What
say
to
the
Coronell
.
Luc.
A
Lanse
pre
sado
,
how
my
joy
transports
me
,
But
shall
I
trust
to
this
,
doe
not
you
flatter
?
Will
not
you
fly
from
that
,
and
be
legitimate
,
When
we
are
married
,
you
men
are
too
cunning
With
simple
Ladies
.
Bo.
Doe
but
marry
me
,
I
le
bring
the
Midwife
.
Luc.
Say
no
more
,
provide
What
you
thinke
necessary
,
and
all
shall
be
Dispatch'd
.
Bo.
I
guesse
your
meaning
,
and
thus
seale
My
best
devotion
.
Exit
.
Scu.
Away
now
and
present
your selfe
.
Luc.
Oh
Scutilla
,
hold
me
,
I
shall
fall
In
peeces
else
,
ha
ha
,
ha
.
Scu.
Beshrow
me
Madam
,
but
I
wonder
At
you
,
you
woond
him
rarely
up
.
Luc.
Have
not
I
choise
of
precious
husbands
?
now
and
The
Coronell
were
here
,
the
taske
Were
over
.
Scu.
Then
you
might
goe
play
,
Madam
the
Coronell
.
Enter
Coronell
.
Lue.
Is
he
come
once
more
?
withdraw
,
bid
him
march
hither
.
Co.
Now
is
my
turne
Madam
.
Luc.
Y
are
welcome
sir
,
I
thought
you
would
have
gone
,
And
not
grac'd
me
so
much
as
with
a
poore
Salute
at
parting
.
Co.
Gone
whither
?
Luc.
To
the
warres
.
Co.
She
jeares
me
already
,
no
Lady
I
'me
already
Engag'd
to
a
siege
at
home
,
and
till
that
service
Be
over
,
I
enquire
no
new
employments
.
Luc.
For
honours
sake
what
siege
?
Co.
A
Cittadell
,
That
severall
forces
are
set
downe
before
,
And
all
is
entrench'd
.
Luc.
What
Cittadell
?
Co.
A
woman
.
Luc.
She
cannot
hold
out
long
.
Co.
Ostend
was
sooner
taken
then
her
for
t
Is
like
to
be
for
any
thing
I
perceive
.
Luc.
Is
she
so
well
provided
?
Co.
Her
provision
May
faile
her
,
but
she
is
devilish
obstinate
,
She
feares
nor
fire
nor
famine
.
Luc.
What
's
her
name
?
Co.
Lucina
.
Luc.
Ha
ha
ha
,
alas
poore
Coronell
;
If
you
le
take
my
advice
remove
your
siege
,
A
province
will
be
sooner
wonne
in
the
Low
countries
,
ha
ha
ha
.
Co.
Lady
,
you
sent
for
me
.
Luc.
T
was
but
to
tell
you
my
opinion
in
this
businesse
,
You
'le
sooner
circumcise
the
Turkes
dominions
,
Then
take
this
toy
you
talke
off
,
I
doe
know
it
,
Farewell
good
Souldier
,
ha
ha
ha
,
and
yet
t
is
pittie
,
Is
there
no
stratagem
,
no
tricke
,
no
undermine
;
If
she
be
given
so
desperate
,
your
body
Had
neede
to
be
well
victuall'd
,
there
's
a
citie
And
suburbes
in
your
belly
,
and
you
must
Lay
in
betimes
to
prevent
mutinie
Among
the
small
guts
,
which
with
winde
of
venge
else
Will
breake
your
guarde
of
buttons
,
ha
ha
ha
Come
wee
le
laugh
,
and
lie
downe
in
the
next
roome
Scutilla
.
Exit
.
Co.
So
so
,
I
did
expect
no
good
,
Why
did
not
I
strike
her
,
but
I
le
doe
something
,
And
be
with
you
to
bring
before
you
thinke
out
,
Mallice
and
Mercurie
assist
me
.
Exit
.
Actus
Tertius
.
Enter
Lord
and
Barker
.
Ba.
SO
so
,
yau'e
a
precious
time
on
't
.
Lor.
Who
can
helpe
it
Franke
,
if
Ladies
will
Be
wilde
,
repentance
tame
'em
,
for
my
part
I
court
not
them
,
till
they
provoke
me
toote
.
Ba.
And
doe
they
both
affect
you
.
Lo.
So
they
say
,
And
did
justifie
it
to
my
face
.
Ba.
And
you
did
praise
their
modesty
.
Lo.
I
confesse
I
prais'd
'em
Both
when
I
saw
no
remedy
.
Ba.
You
did
,
and
they
beleev'd
.
Lo.
Religiously
?
Ba.
Do
not
Doe
not
beleeve
it
my
young
Lord
,
they
le
make
Fooles
of
a
thousand
such
,
they
doe
not
love
you
.
Lo.
Why
,
and
shall
please
your
wisedome
?
Ba.
They
are
women
,
That
's
a
reason
,
and
may
satisfie
you
,
They
cannot
love
a
man
.
Lo.
What
then
?
Ba.
Themselves
,
And
all
little
enough
,
they
have
a
tricke
To
conjure
with
their
eyes
,
and
perhaps
raise
A
masculine
spirit
,
but
lay
none
.
Lo.
Good
Cato
Be
not
over-wise
now
,
what
's
the
reason
That
women
are
not
sainted
in
your
Calender
,
You
have
no
frosty
constitution
?
Ba.
Would
you
were
halfe
so
honest
.
Lo.
Why
a
woman
May
love
thee
one
day
.
Ba.
Yes
when
I
make
legges
And
faces
like
such
fellowes
as
you
are
.
Lo.
Mounsieur
La
Friske
.
Enter
Mounsieur
La
Friske
.
Moun.
Serviteur
.
Lo.
Nay
Franke
thou
shat
not
goe
.
Ba.
I
le
come
agen
when
you
ha
done
your
Iygge
.
Moun.
A
Mounsieur
.
Lo.
Come
you
shall
sit
downe
,
this
fellow
will
make
thee
laugh
.
Ba.
I
shall
laugh
at
you
both
,
and
I
stay
.
Lo.
Harke
you
Mounsieur
,
this
gentleman
has
a
great
Minde
to
learne
to
dance
.
Moun.
He
command
my
service
,
Please
your
Lordship
beginne
tat
he
may
See
your
profit
alkey
�
hah
.
Lo.
How
like
you
this
Franke
?
Ba.
Well
enough
for
the
dogge-dayes
,
but
have
You
no
other
dancing
for
the
Winter
,
a
man
May
freeze
and
walke
thus
.
Moun.
It
be
all
your
grace
Mounsieur
,
your
Dance
be
horseplay
begar
for
de
stable
not
De
chamber
,
your
ground
passage
hah
Never
hurt
de
backe
Mounsieur
,
nor
trouble
De
legge
mush
,
hah
plait
ill
you
learne
Mounsieur
.
Lo.
For
mirth
sake
,
and
thou
lovest
me
.
Moun.
Begar
I
teach
you
presently
,
dance
with
all
de
Grace
of
de
body
for
your
good
,
and
my
profit
.
Ba.
Pardon
me
my
Lord
.
Moun.
Oh
not
pardonne
moy
.
Lo.
Doe
but
observe
his
methode
Ba.
I
shall
never
endure
it
,
pox
upon
him
.
Mo.
T
is
but
dis
in
de
beginning
,
one
,
two
,
tree
,
foure
,
five
,
the
Cinquepace
,
alley
Mounsieur
,
stand
upright
an
begar
.
Lo.
Let
him
set
you
in
toth
posture
.
Mo.
My
broder
my
Lord
know
wel
for
de
litle
kit
he
fiddle
And
me
for
de
posture
of
de
body
,
begar
de
King
has
no
too
Sush
subjects
hah
,
dere
be
one
foote
,
two
foote
,
have
You
tree
foote
,
begar
you
have
more
den
I
have
den
.
Ba.
I
shall
breake
his
fiddle
.
Lo.
Thou
art
so
humerous
.
Moun.
One
,
beene
two
hah
,
you
goe
to
fast
,
you
be
at
Dover
Begar
,
and
me
be
at
Greenwish
,
tree
toder
legge
pishaw
.
Ba.
A
poxe
upon
your
legges
,
I
le
no
more
.
Moun.
Purquoy
.
Lo.
Ha
ha
ha
,
I
wod
some
Ladies
were
here
to
laugh
At
thee
now
,
you
wonot
be
so
rude
to
meddle
with
The
Mounsieur
in
my
lodging
.
Ba.
I
le
kicke
him
to
death
,
and
bury
him
in
a
Base-violl
Iackalent
.
Mo.
Iackalent
,
begar
you
be
Iackenape
,
if
I
had
my
weapon
You
durst
no
affront
me
,
I
be
as
good
gentleman
,
an
for
All
my
fiddle
as
you
,
call
me
a
Iacke
a
de
lent
.
Lo.
Raile
upon
him
Mounsieur
,
I
le
secure
thee
,
ha
ha
ha
.
Moun.
Because
your
leg
have
de
poc
,
or
someting
dat
make
Em
no
vell
,
and
friske
,
you
make
a
foole
of
a
Mounsieur
.
My
Lord
use
me
like
Gentleman
,
an
I
care
no
rush
for
You
,
be
desperate
,
kill
me
,
and
me
complaine
to
de
King
,
and
teach
new
dance
,
galliarde
to
de
gibbet
,
you
Be
hang'd
in
English
fashion
.
Exit
Ba.
Goe
,
yar'e
an
impertinent
Lord
,
and
I
will
be
reveng'd
Lo.
Ha
,
ha
,
good
Diogenes
,
come
Mounsieur
,
You
and
I
wonot
part
yet
.
Moun.
My
Lord
,
if
you
had
not
beene
here
,
me
wod
hav
Broken
his
head
with
my
fiddle
.
Lo.
You
might
sooner
have
broke
your
fiddle
,
but
strike
up
.
Moun.
Allei
hah
boone
.
They
Dance
in
.
Enter
Bostocke
.
Bo.
I
spie
Sir
Marmaduke
comming
after
me
,
This
way
I
le
take
to
avoide
his
tedious
questions
,
Hee
le
interrupt
me
,
and
I
ha
not
finish'd
Things
fit
for
my
designe
.
Enter
Sr.
Ambrose
.
Am.
T
is
Mr
Bostocke
,
little
does
he
thinke
What
I
am
going
upon
,
I
feare
I
shanot
Containe
my
joyes
.
Bo.
Good
fortune
to
Sr.
Ambrose
.
Am.
Sir
you
must
pardon
,
I
cannot
waite
Vpon
you
now
,
I
ha
businesse
of
much
consequence
.
Bo.
I
thought
to
have
made
the
same
excuse
to
you
,
For
at
this
present
I
am
so
engag'd
.
Am.
We
shall
meete
shortly
.
Both
.
Ha
ha
ha
.
Bo.
Poore
Gentleman
how
is
he
beguil'd
.
Am.
Your
nose
is
wip'd
,
hum
,
t
is
Sr.
Marmaduke
,
Enter
Sr.
Marmaduke
.
I
must
salute
him
.
Bo.
The
Coronell
?
there
's
no
going
backe
.
Ma.
What
misfortun
's
this
?
but
t
is
no
matter
,
Noble
sir
how
i
st
?
Am.
As
you
see
sir
.
Co.
As
I
could
wish
noble
Mr.
Bostocke
,
Bo.
Your
humble
servant
Coronell
.
Co.
Nay
nay
a
word
.
Ma.
I
shannot
forbeare
jeering
these
poore
things
,
They
shall
be
mirth
.
Co.
What
all
met
so
happily
?
and
how
my
Sparkes
of
honour
?
Am.
Things
so
ticle
me
,
I
shall
breake
out
.
Co.
When
saw
,
you
our
Mistresse
Lady
Lucina
.
Am.
My
suite
is
cold
there
,
Mr.
Bostocke
carries
The
Lady
cleane
before
him
.
Bo.
No
no
not
,
it
is
Sr.
Marmaduke
.
Ma.
I
gleane
by
smiles
after
Sr.
Ambrose
.
Co.
None
of
you
see
her
to day
?
I
may
as
soone
marry
the
Moone
,
and
get
Children
on
her
,
I
see
her
not
this
three
dayes
,
T
is
very
strange
,
I
was
to
present
my
service
This
morning
.
Ma.
You
le
march
away
with
all
.
Co.
I
cannot
tell
,
but
there
's
small
signe
of
victory
,
And
yet
me thinkes
you
should
not
be
neglected
,
If
the
Fennes
goe
forward
,
and
your
Iron
Mills
.
Ma.
Has
she
betraid
me
?
Co.
Some
are
industrious
,
And
have
the
excellent
skill
to
cast
brasse
buttons
.
Ma.
Coronell
softly
.
Co.
How
will
you
sell
your
vineger
a
pint
,
The
Patent
something
sawcie
.
Am.
The
Coronell
jeeres
him
.
Bo.
Excellent
,
ha
ha
.
Co.
Had
not
you
a
head
once
,
Of
haire
I
meane
,
favours
ha
glean'd
too
much
,
If
Ladies
will
ha
bracelets
,
let
'em
stay
Till
the
next
croppe
.
Am.
Hum
,
the
very
language
she
us'd
to
me
.
Bo.
Does
he
jeere
him
too
,
nay
nay
,
prethee
spare
him
.
ha
,
ha
.
Co.
You
may
doe
much
,
and
yet
I
could
desire
You
were
lesse
honourable
,
for
though
you
have
Blood
of
a
deeper
crimson
,
the
good
Lady
Out
of
her
love
could
wish
you
were
a
thing
Beneath
a
foote
man
,
and
that
you
had
no
kindred
But
Knights
o
th'
post
.
Bo.
Good
Coronell
.
Co.
Nay
pardon
me
,
In
the
humour
I
am
in
,
I
wish
,
and
heartily
,
You
were
a
sonne
o
th'
people
.
Bo.
Coronell
,
How
the
devill
came
he
by
this
?
Co.
Vnder
the
Rose
there
was
a
gentleman
Came
in
at
the
Wicker
,
these
are
tales
of
which
The
Greekes
have
store
,
faire
hopes
Gentlemen
.
Mar.
How
came
you
by
this
intelligence
.
Co.
Nay
I
le
no
whispering
,
what
I
say
to
one
Will
concerne
every
man
,
shee
has
made
You
coxcombes
.
Am.
It
does
appeare
.
Co.
And
more
then
does
appeares
yet
I
had
my
share
.
Bo.
That
's
some
comfort
,
I
was
afraid
.
Co.
But
you
shall
pardon
me
,
I
le
conceale
The
particulars
of
her
bountifull
abuses
To
me
,
let
it
suffice
I
know
we
are
all
Ieer'd
most
abominably
,
I
stood
behinde
The
hangings
when
shee
sign'd
your
severall
passes
,
And
had
my
owne
at
last
worse
than
the
Constables
,
That
this
is
true
,
you
shall
have
more
than
oath
,
I
le
joyne
wee
in
revenge
,
and
if
you
wonot
,
I
will
doe
't
alone
.
Ma.
She
is
a
devill
.
Am.
Damme
her
then
,
till
we
thinke
on
something
else
,
Le
ts
all
goe
backe
,
and
raile
upon
her
.
Bo.
Agreed
,
a
poxe
upon
her
.
Ma.
We
cannot
be
to
bitter
,
shee
s
a
hell
Cat
.
Am.
d
ee
heare
,
listen
to
me
our
shames
are
equall
,
Yet
if
we
all
discharge
at
once
upon
her
,
We
shall
but
make
confusion
,
and
perhaps
Give
her
more
cause
to
laugh
,
let
us
chuse
one
,
To
curse
her
for
us
all
.
Co.
T
is
the
best
way
,
and
if
you
love
me
gentlemen
,
Engage
me
,
I
deserve
this
favour
for
my
Discovery
,
I
le
sweare
her
into
hell
.
Ma.
Troth
I
ha
no
good
veine
,
I
me
content
.
Bo.
Gentlemen
,
noble
Coronell
as
you
respect
A
wounded
branch
of
the
Nobilitie
,
Make
it
my
office
,
she
abus'd
me
most
,
and
if
The
devill
doe
not
furnish
me
with
language
,
I
le
say
he
has
no
malice
.
Co.
If
they
consent
.
Mar.
Am.
With
all
our
hearts
.
Bo.
I
thanke
you
gentlemen
.
Co.
But
le
ts
us
all
together
,
I
le
not
be
barr'd
,
Now
and
then
to
enterpose
an
oath
,
As
I
shall
finde
occasion
.
Bo.
You
le
releeve
me
When
I
take
breath
,
then
you
may
helpe
,
or
you
,
Or
any
to
confound
her
.
Co.
Let
away
.
Bo.
Never
was
witch
so
tortur'd
.
Exeunt
Enter
Freshwater
,
Gudgin
,
and
Solomon
.
Sol.
Noble
Mr.
Freshwater
welcome
from
travell
.
Fr,
Where
be
the
Ladies
?
So.
In
the
next
roome
sir
;
My
Lady
Rosomond
is
sitting
for
her
picture
,
I
presume
you
will
be
welcome
.
Fr.
An
English
Painter
?
So.
Yes
sir
.
Fr.
Prethee
let
me
see
him
.
He
gives
Freshwater
accesse
to
the
Chamber
and
returnes
.
Sol,
This
way
,
Honest
Gudgin
,
How
,
and
the
matters
abroad
,
a
touch
of
Thy
travell
,
what
newes
.
Gud.
First
,
let
me
understand
the
state
of
things
At
home
.
So.
We
have
little
alteration
since
thou
went'st
,
The
same
newes
are
in
fashion
,
Onely
gentlemen
are
faine
to
ramble
,
and
stumble
For
their
flesh
since
the
breach
o
th'
banke
side
.
Gud.
Is
my
aunt
defunct
.
So.
Yet
the
Viragoes
ha
not
lost
their
spirit
,
some
on
'Em
have
challeng'd
the
field
,
every
day
where
Gentlemen
have
met
'em
,
oh
the
dogge-dayes
bit
Shreudly
,
t
was
a
vilanous
dead
vacation
.
Gud.
Is
Pauls
alive
still
?
Sol.
Yes
,
yes
,
a
little
sicke
o
th'
stone
,
she
voides
some
Every
day
,
but
she
is
now
in
phisicke
,
And
may
in
time
recover
.
Gud.
The
Exchange
stands
?
Sol.
Longer
than
a
Church
,
There
is
no
feare
while
the
Merchants
have
faith
;
A
little
of
thy
travells
,
for
the
time
is
precious
,
what
Things
have
you
seene
or
done
since
you
left
England
?
Gud.
I
have
not
leasure
to
discourse
of
particulars
,
but
first
My
Mr.
and
I
have
runne
France
through
,
and
through
.
So.
Through
and
through
,
how
is
that
man
?
Gud.
Why
once
forward
,
and
once
backward
,
that
's
through
And
through
.
Sol.
T
was
but
a
cowardly
part
to
runne
a
Kingdome
Through
backeward
.
Gud.
Not
with
our
horses
Solomon
,
not
with
our
horses
.
Enter
Freshwater
and
Lady
Rosomond
.
Fr.
Madam
,
I
did
not
thinke
your
Ladiship
Had
so
little
judgement
So.
As
how
Signiour
?
Fr.
As
to
let
an
English
man
draw
Your
Picture
,
and
such
rare
Mounsieurs
in
towne
.
Ro.
Why
not
English
?
Fr.
Oh
by
no
meanes
Madam
,
They
ha
not
active
Pensiles
.
Ros.
Thinke
you
so
.
Fre.
You
must
incourage
strangers
while
you
live
,
It
is
the
Character
of
our
nation
,
We
are
famous
for
dejecting
our
owne
countrymen
.
Ros.
Is
that
a
principle
.
Fre.
Who
teaches
you
to
dance
?
Ros.
A
Frenchman
Signior
.
Fre.
Why
so
,
t
is
necessary
,
Trust
while
you
live
the
Frenchman
with
your
legges
,
Your
faces
with
the
Dutch
,
if
you
mislike
Your
faces
,
I
meane
if
it
be
not
sufficiently
Painted
,
let
me
commend
upon
my
credit
A
pretious
workeman
to
your
Ladyship
.
Ros.
What
is
he
.
Fre.
Not
an
English
man
I
warrant
you
,
One
that
can
please
the
Ladies
every
way
,
You
shannot
sit
with
him
all
day
for
shaddowes
,
He
has
Regallias
,
and
can
present
you
with
Suckets
of
foureteene
pence
a
pound
,
Canary
,
Prunellas
,
Venice
glasses
,
Parmisan
,
Sugars
,
Bologuia
,
Sausages
all
from
Antwerpe
;
But
he
will
make
Ollepodredos
most
incomparably
.
Ros.
I
have
heard
of
him
by
a
noble
Lady
Told
me
the
tother
day
,
that
sitting
for
Her
picture
,
shee
was
stifled
with
a
strange
Perfume
of
hornes
.
Fre.
A
Butcher
told
me
of
'em
,
very
likely
.
Ros.
When
I
have
neede
Of
this
rare
Artist
I
will
trouble
you
For
my
directions
,
leaving
this
discourse
,
How
thrives
your
Catalogue
of
debtors
Signior
.
Fre.
All
have
payd
me
,
but
;
Ros.
You
shannot
name
me
in
the
list
of
any
That
are
behind
,
beside
my
debt
a
purse
For
clearing
the
account
.
Fre.
You
are
just
Madam
,
And
bountifull
,
though
I
came
hither
with
Simple
intention
to
present
my
service
It
shall
be
crost
.
Gudgin
remember
too
,
Her
Ladiships
name
.
Sol.
My
Cosin
has
the
Same
provision
for
you
.
Enter
Barker
,
and
Lady
Honoria
.
Gud.
Sir
,
Master
Barker
.
Fre.
Madam
I
le
take
my
leave
,
I
le
finde
another
Time
to
attend
my
Lady
,
there
's
no
light
,
I
cannot
abide
this
fellow
.
Exit
with
Gud.
Hon.
Madam
,
Master
Barker
hath
some
designe
Which
he
pretends
concernes
us
both
.
Ros.
Hee
's
welcome
,
what
i
st
?
Bar.
My
Lord
commends
him
to
yee
.
Ros.
Which
Lord
Sir
?
Bar.
The
Lord
,
the
fine
,
the
wanton
dancing
Lord
,
The
Lord
that
playes
upon
the
Gitterne
,
and
sings
,
Leapes
upon
tables
,
and
does
pretty
things
,
Would
have
himselfe
commended
.
Ros.
So
Sir
.
Bar.
He
loves
you
both
,
he
told
me
so
,
And
laughs
behind
a
visard
at
your
frailtie
,
He
cannot
love
that
way
you
imagine
,
And
Ladies
of
the
game
are
now
no
miracles
.
Hon.
Although
he
use
to
raile
thus
,
yet
we
have
Some
argument
to
suspect
his
Lordships
tongue
Has
beene
to
liberall
.
Ros.
I
finde
it
too
,
and
blush
within
to
thinke
How
much
we
are
deceived
,
I
may
be
even
With
this
May-Lord
.
Exit
.
Hon.
But
does
his
Lordship
thinke
We
were
so
taken
with
his
person
.
Bar.
You
wod
not
,
and
you
knew
as
much
as
I
.
Hon.
How
Sir
?
Bar.
I
ha
beene
acquainted
with
his
body
Ha
knowne
his
baths
and
phisicke
.
Hon.
I
st
possible
,
I
am
sorry
now
at
heart
.
I
had
a
good
thought
on
him
,
hee
shall
see
't
,
For
I
will
love
some
other
in
revenge
,
And
presently
if
any
gentleman
Ha
but
the
grace
to
smile
,
and
court
me
up
too
't
.
Ba.
Hum
?
Ho.
A
buble
of
Nobilitie
,
a
giddy
Phantasticke
Lord
,
I
want
none
of
his
titles
,
Now
in
my
imaginations
he
appeares
Ill
favoured
,
and
not
any
part
about
him
Worth
halfe
a
commendation
,
wod
he
were
here
.
Co.
You
l
make
more
on
him
.
Ho.
That
I
might
examine
,
And
doe
my
judgement
right
betweene
you
two
now
�
How
much
he
would
come
short
,
you
have
an
eye
Worth
fortie
of
his
,
nose
of
another
making
;
I
saw
your
teeth
ene
now
compar'd
to
which
,
His
are
of
the
complexion
of
his
combe
,
I
meane
his
boxe
,
and
will
in
time
be
yellower
,
And
aske
more
making
cleane
,
you
have
a
shew
Of
something
on
your
upper
lippe
,
a
Witch
Has
a
Philosophers
beard
to
him
,
his
chinne
Has
just
as
many
hounds
as
haires
that
ever
My
eyes
distinguish'd
yet
,
you
have
a
body
And
unpromising
in
his
slashes
,
one
May
see
through
him
,
and
for
his
legges
they
both
Would
but
make
stuffing
for
one
hansome
stocking
,
Th'
are
a
Lords
I
will
be
sworne
,
I
dote
upon
him
,
I
could
wish
somewhat
,
but
I
me
sworry
sir
To
trouble
you
so
much
,
all
happie
thoughts
Possesse
you
.
Exit
Ba.
How
is
this
,
if
I
have
wit
To
apprehend
,
this
Lady
does
not
hate
me
?
I
have
profest
a
cinicke
openly
,
This
language
melts
,
I
le
visite
her
againe
.
Enter
Honoria
.
Ho.
Sir
,
I
have
a
small
request
to
you
.
Ba.
Lady
command
.
Ho.
If
you
thinke
I
have
power
Or
will
to
deserve
from
you
any
courtesie
,
Pray
learne
to
dance
.
Ba.
To
dance
?
Ho.
At
my
entreatie
sir
to
dance
,
It
was
the
first
thing
tooke
me
with
his
Lordship
,
You
know
not
what
may
follow
,
fare
you
well
.
Exit
.
Ba.
What
pretends
this
to
dance
,
there
's
something
in
't
,
I
've
reveng'd
my selfe
already
upon
my
Lord
,
Yet
deeper
with
my
Lady
is
the
sweeter
,
Something
must
be
resolv'd
.
Exit
.
Enter
Lady
Lucina
and
Scutilla
.
Luc.
Enough
enough
of
conscience
,
le
ts
reserve
Part
of
the
mirth
to
another
time
,
I
shall
Meete
some
other
hot
worships
at
the
Ball
;
Vnlesse
their
appehension
prompt
'em
,
Earlier
to
know
their
folly
in
pursuing
me
.
Enter
Solomon
.
Sol.
Madam
,
the
Gentlemen
that
were
here
this
morning
In
single
visits
are
come
all
together
,
And
pray
to
speake
with
you
.
Luc.
They
've
met
already
give
'em
accesse
.
Scu.
I
wonder
what
they
'le
say
.
Enter
Bostocke
,
Lamount
,
Coronell
,
and
Travers
.
Co.
Be
confident
she
shall
endure
it
.
Bo.
So
so
,
How
d
ee
Gentlemen
,
yar'e
very
wellcome
.
Am.
T
is
no
matter
for
that
we
doe
not
come
to
be
Welcome
,
neither
will
we
be
welcome
,
speake
Mr.
Bostocke
.
Bo.
We
come
to
mortifie
you
.
Luc.
You
will
use
no
violence
.
Bo.
But
of
our
tongues
,
and
in
the
names
of
these
Abused
gentlemen
,
and
my selfe
I
spit
Defiance
,
stand
further
off
,
and
be
attentive
,
Weepe
or
doe
worse
,
repentance
wet
thy
linnen
,
And
leave
no
veine
for
the
Doctor
.
Luc.
They
're
mad
.
Scu.
There
is
no
danger
Madam
,
let
us
heare
'em
,
If
they
scold
we
two
shall
be
hard
enough
for
'em
,
And
they
were
twenty
.
Bo.
Thou
Basiliske
.
Luc.
At
first
sight
?
Bo.
Whose
eyes
shat
fire
,
and
poyson
,
Malicious
as
a
Witch
,
and
much
more
cunning
,
Thou
that
dost
ride
men
.
Luc.
I
ride
men
?
Bo.
Worse
than
the
night
Mare
,
let
thy
tongue
be
silent
.
And
take
our
scourges
patiently
,
thou
hast
In
thy
owne selfe
all
the
ingredients
Of
wickednesse
in
thy
sexe
,
able
to
furnish
Hell
if
it
were
insufficiently
provided
With
falshood
,
and
shee
feind
of
thy
owne
making
Circe
that
charm'd
men
into
swine
,
was
not
So
much
a
Jew
as
thou
art
,
thou
hast
made
Vs
Asses
,
dost
thou
heare
?
Am.
He
speakes
for
us
all
.
Bo.
But
it
is
better
we
be
all
made
such
,
Than
any
one
of
us
be
monstred
worse
To
be
an
Oxe
thy
husband
.
Scu.
Luc
.
Ha
ha
ha
.
Bo.
Dost
thou
laugh
Crocadile
?
Co.
That
was
well
said
.
Bo.
Spirit
of
flesh
and
blood
I
le
conjure
thee
,
And
let
the
devill
lay
thee
on
thy
backe
I
care
not
.
Ma.
Admirable
Bostocke
.
Co.
That
spirit
of
flesh
and
blood
was
well
inforc'd
.
Bo.
You
thought
us
animales
insensible
Of
all
your
juglings
did
you
Prorsepnie
?
Am.
I
come
to
that
.
Bo.
And
that
we
lov'd
,
lov'd
with
a
poxe
your
phisnomie
,
Know
we
but
tried
thee
Beldam
,
and
thou
art
Thy selfe
a
sonne
o
th'
earth
.
Am.
How
,
shee
a
sonne
?
Bo.
T
was
a
mistake
,
but
she
knowes
my
meaning
,
I
beginne
to
be
a
wearie
gentlemen
,
I
le
breath
a
while
.
Co.
T
is
time
,
and
that
you
may
Not
want
encouragement
take
that
.
Bo.
Gentlemen
Coronell
,
what
d
ee
meane
.
Co.
You
shall
know
presently
,
dare
but
lift
thy
voyce
To
fright
this
Lady
,
or
but
aske
thy
pardon
,
My
sword
shall
rip
thy
body
for
thy
part
,
And
naile
it
on
her
threshold
,
or
if
you
,
The
proudest
offer
but
in
lookes
to
justifie
The
basenesse
of
this
wretch
your
soules
shall
answer
't
.
Ma.
Howe
's
this
?
Co.
Oh
impudence
unheard
,
pardon
Madam
My
tedious
silence
,
the
affront
grew
up
So
fast
I
durst
not
trust
my
understanding
That
any
gentleman
could
attempt
so
much
Dishonour
to
a
Lady
of
your
goodnesse
;
Was
this
your
project
to
make
me
appeare
Guilty
of
that
I
hate
beyond
all
sacriledge
,
Was
it
for
this
you
pray'd
my
company
,
You
todpoles
?
t
is
your
presence
charmes
my
sword
,
Or
they
shall
quickly
pay
their
forfeit
lives
,
No
Altar
could
protect
'em
.
Am.
We
are
betray'd
.
Ma.
Was
it
not
his
plot
to
have
us
raile
?
Co.
Say
,
shall
I
yet
be
active
?
Luc.
By
no
meanes
,
This
is
no
place
for
blood
,
nor
shall
any
cause
Engage
to
such
a
danger
.
Co.
Live
to
be
Your
owne
vexations
then
till
you
be
mad
,
And
then
remove
your selfe
with
your
owne
garters
.
You
shannot
goe
before
I
know
from
whose
Braine
this
proceeded
,
you
are
the
mirth
,
Was
ever
civill
Lady
so
abus'd
In
her
owne
house
by
ingratefull
horseleeches
?
Could
your
corrupted
natures
finde
no
way
But
this
to
recompence
her
noble
favours
,
Her
courteous
entertainements
,
would
any
Heathens
done
like
to
you
?
admit
she
was
So
just
to
say
she
could
see
nothing
in
you
Worthy
her
deerer
thoughts
as
to
say
truth
,
How
could
a
creature
of
her
wit
and
judgement
Not
see
how
poore
and
miserable
things
You
are
at
best
?
must
you
impudent
In
such
a
loud
,
and
peremptory
manner
,
Disturbe
the
quiet
of
her
thoughts
and
dwelling
Gentlemen
rather
hinds
scarce
fit
to
mixe
,
Vnlesse
you
mend
her
manners
with
her
drudges
.
Luc.
This
shewes
a
noblenesse
,
dost
not
Scutilla
?
Bo.
Why
sir
,
did
not
you
tell
us
?
Co.
What
did
I
tell
you
?
Bo.
Nothing
.
Co.
Be
gone
,
least
I
forget
my selfe
.
Bo.
I
have
a
token
to
remember
you
A
palsie
upon
your
fingers
noble
Coronell
.
Ma.
Was
this
his
stratagem
?
we
must
be
gone
.
Exit
.
Luc.
Sir
I
must
thanke
yee
,
and
desire
your
pardon
,
For
what
has
past
to
your
particular
.
Co.
Ya
've
more
than
satisfied
my
service
in
Th'
acknowledgement
:
disdaine
cannot
provoke
Me
to
be
so
insolent
.
Luc.
Againe
I
thanke
you
.
Co.
I
can
forget
your
last
neglect
,
if
you
Thinke
me
not
too
unworthy
to
expect
Some
favour
from
you
.
Luc.
How
d
ee
meane
.
Co.
Why
as
As
a
servant
should
that
is
ambitious
?
To
call
you
Mistresse
,
till
the
happier
title
Of
wife
crowne
his
desires
.
Luc.
I
must
confesse
,
This
has
wone
much
upon
me
:
but
two
words
To
such
a
bargaine
,
y'
are
a
gentleman
,
I
me
confident
would
adventure
for
me
.
Co.
As
farre
as
a
poore
life
could
speake
my
service
.
Luc.
That
's
faire
and
farre
enough
,
I
make
not
any
Exception
to
your
person
.
Co.
Body
enough
I
hope
to
please
a
Lady
Luc.
But
.
Co.
To
my
fortune
.
Luc.
To
that
the
least
,
I
have
estate
for
both
.
Co.
Though
if
hold
no
comparison
with
youre
,
It
keepes
me
like
a
gentleman
.
Luc.
I
have
a
scruple
.
Co.
You
honour
me
in
this
,
There
's
hope
,
if
I
can
take
a
way
that
care
,
You
may
be
mine
.
Luc.
Sir
can
you
put
me
in
securitie
That
you
have
beene
honest
?
Co.
Honest
,
how
d
ee
meane
?
Luc.
Beene
honest
of
your
body
,
you
are
gentlemen
,
Out
of
the
warres
live
lazie
,
and
feede
high
,
Drinke
the
rich
grape
,
and
in
Canary
may
Doe
strange
things
,
when
the
wine
has
wash'd
away
Discretion
.
Co.
What
is
your
meaning
Lady
?
Luc.
I
doe
not
urge
you
for
the
time
to
come
.
Pray
understand
,
have
you
beene
honest
hitherto
And
yet
because
you
shannot
trouble
friends
To
be
compurgators
,
I
le
be
satisfied
;
If
you
will
take
your
owne
oath
that
you
are
.
Co.
Honest
of
my
body
?
Luc.
Yes
sir
,
it
will
become
me
to
be
carefull
Of
my
health
,
I
le
take
your
owne
assurance
,
If
you
can
cleare
your
body
by
an
oath
,
I
le
marry
none
but
you
,
before
this
gentlewoman
.
Co.
Your
reason
why
you
use
me
thus
?
Luc.
I
wonder
you
will
aske
,
doe
not
I
heare
How
desperate
some
ha
beene
,
what
paine
,
what
phisicke
.
Co.
This
is
a
tale
of
a
tubbe
Lady
.
Luc.
You
rid
no
match
without
a
shirt
,
to
shew
The
complexion
of
your
body
,
I
ha
done
sir
When
you
resolue
to
sweare
y'
are
honest
,
I
Vow
to
he
yours
,
your
wife
:
I
am
not
hastie
,
Thinke
on
't
,
and
tell
me
when
we
meete
againe
Anon
,
to night
,
to morrow
,
when
you
please
;
So
farewell
noble
Coronell
,
come
Scutilla
.
Exeunt
.
Co.
I
st
come
to
this
?
I
am
jeer'd
agen
,
i
st
possible
To
be
honest
at
these
yeeres
,
a
man
of
my
Complexion
,
and
acquaintance
?
was
ever
A
gentleman
put
to
this
oath
before
a
this
fashion
?
If
I
ha
the
grace
now
to
forsweare
my selfe
,
Something
may
be
done
,
and
yet
t
is
doubtfull
Shee
le
have
more
trickes
,
if
widdowes
be
thus
coltish
,
The
devill
will
have
a
taske
that
goes
a woing
.
Exit
.
Actus
Quartus
.
Enter
Lord
and
Bostocke
.
Bo.
SVch
an
affront
my
Lord
,
I
was
asham'd
on
't
,
A
meere
conspiracie
to
betray
our
fames
,
But
had
you
seene
how
poorely
they
behav'd
Themselves
,
such
carven
Knights
,
a
paire
of
Drone-Bees
i
th'
midst
o'
my
vexation
,
if
I
could
Forbeare
to
laugh
,
I
ha
no
blood
in
me
,
They
were
so
farre
from
striking
that
they
stood
Like
Images
,
things
without
life
and
motion
,
Feare
could
not
make
so
much
as
their
tongue
tremble
,
Left
all
to
me
.
Lo.
So
so
,
what
then
did
you
.
Bo.
The
Lady
laugh'd
too
,
and
the
Coronell
Increas'd
his
noise
,
to
see
how
she
derided
The
poore
Knights
.
Lo.
Leave
their
Character
and
proceede
To
what
you
did
.
Bo.
You
shall
pardon
me
my
Lord
,
I
am
not
willing
to
report
my selfe
,
They
and
the
Lady
,
and
the
Coronell
Can
witnesse
I
came
on
.
Lo.
But
how
came
you
off
cosin
?
that
must
commend
you
.
Bo,
I
ha
my
limbes
my
Lord
,
no
signe
of
losse
Of
blood
you
see
,
but
this
was
fortune
,
how
The
Coronell
came
of
t
's
uncertaine
.
Lo.
Doe
not
you
know
?
Bo.
No
,
I
left
him
,
I
thinke
t
is
time
.
Lo.
You
did
not
kill
him
?
Bo.
Vpon
my
faith
my
Lord
I
meant
it
not
,
But
wounds
fall
out
some
time
when
the
swords
in
,
These
are
poore
things
to
bragge
on
,
I
ha
sav'd
my
Selfe
you
see
.
Lo.
If
it
be
so
I
le
call
you
cosin
still
,
my
satinist
Enter
Barker
.
Harke
you
shall
beate
this
fellow
.
Bo.
Shall
I
my
Lord
without
cause
?
Lo.
He
shall
give
you
cause
presently
,
how
now
Gum'd
taffata
.
Ba.
I
pay
for
what
I
weare
My
sattaine
Lord
?
your
Wardrobe
does
not
keepe
Me
warme
,
I
doe
not
runne
o
th'
ticket
with
The
Mercers
wife
,
and
leacher
out
my
debts
At
country
houses
.
Lor.
There
's
something
else
you
doe
not
.
Ba.
I
doe
not
use
to
flatter
such
as
you
are
,
Whose
bodies
are
so
rotten
,
they
le
scarce
keepe
Their
soules
from
breaking
out
,
I
write
no
odes
Vpon
your
Mistresse
to
commend
her
postures
,
And
tumbling
in
a
coach
towards
Padington
,
Whether
you
hurry
her
to
see
the
Phesants
,
And
try
what
operation
the
egges
have
At
your
returne
,
I
am
not
taken
with
Your
mightie
nonsence
,
glean'd
from
Heathenish
playes
,
Which
leave
a
curse
upon
the
Author
for
'em
,
Though
I
have
studied
to
redeeme
you
from
The
infection
of
such
bookes
,
which
martyr
sence
Worse
than
an
Almanacke
.
Lo.
Excellent
Satire
,
But
lash
not
on
,
stop
here
,
or
I
shall
kicke
Your
learned
worship
.
Ba.
But
doe
not
,
I
advise
you
doe
not
.
Lo.
Why
doe
not
?
Ba.
It
will
fall
heavy
o'some
body
,
if
your
Lordship
Kicke
me
,
I
shall
not
spare
your
cosin
there
.
Lo.
On
that
condition
what
doe
you
thinke
o'th
at
?
Ba.
What
doe
you
thinke
?
Bo.
Excellently
well
followed
by
my
troth
la
,
Hee
le
pitch
the
barre
well
,
I
warrant
,
he
does
So
follow
his
kicke
.
Ba.
Let
it
goe
round
.
Bo.
Good
,
right
as
my
legge
againe
.
Lo.
Your
legge
,
t
was
hee
that
kickt
you
.
Bo.
d
ee
thinke
I
doe
not
feele
it
?
Lo.
Why
d
ee
not
use
your
toes
then
?
Bo.
What
for
a
merry
touch
,
A
tricke
,
a
turne
upon
the
toe
,
d
ee
heare
sir
Y
are
good
company
,
but
if
thou
lovest
me
.
Ba.
Love
you
?
why
d
ee
heare
sir
,
I
,
I
,
What
a
poxe
should
any
man
see
in
you
,
Once
to
thinke
on
you
?
love
a
squirte
?
Shall
I
tell
thee
what
thou
art
good
for
?
Bo.
I
.
Ba.
For
nothing
.
Bo.
Good
againe
,
my
Lord
observe
him
,
for
nothing
.
Ba.
Yes
thou
wot
stop
a
breach
in
a
mudde
wall
,
Or
serve
for
a
Priapus
in
the
garden
to
Fright
away
crowes
,
and
keepe
the
corne
,
beane
shatter
,
Thou
wot
.
Bo.
Ha
ha
ha
.
Ba.
Or
thou
wot
serve
at
shrove
tide
to
ha
thy
legges
Broken
with
penny
trounchens
in
the
streete
,
T
is
pitty
any
Cocke
should
stand
the
pelting
,
And
such
a
Capon
unpreferr'd
.
Bo.
Ha
ha
ha
.
Ba.
Cry
mercy
y'
are
a
kinsman
to
the
Lord
,
A
Gentleman
of
high
and
mighty
blood
.
Lo.
But
cold
enough
,
wonot
all
this
provoke
him
?
Ba.
Dost
heare
?
for
all
this
I
will
undertake
To
thrash
a
better
man
out
of
a
wench
.
That
travells
with
her
butter
milke
to
market
Betweene
two
dorsers
,
any
day
o
th'
weeke
,
My
twice
sod
taile
of
greene
fish
,
I
will
do
't
Or
loose
,
my
inheritance
,
tell
me
,
and
doe
not
stammer
,
When
wert
thou
cudgell'd
last
?
what
woman
beate
thee
?
Bo.
Excellent
Barker
.
Ba.
Thou
art
the
towne
top
,
A
boy
will
set
thee
up
,
and
make
thee
spinne
Home
with
an
Eeleskinne
,
do
not
marry
,
doe
not
,
Thy
wife
will
coddle
thee
,
and
serve
thee
up
In
plates
with
Sugar
and
Rose
water
to
Him
that
had
the
grace
to
cuckold
thee
;
And
if
Pythagoras
transmigration
Of
soules
were
true
,
thy
spirit
should
be
tenant
To
a
horse
.
Bo.
Why
to
a
horse
?
Ba.
A
switch
and
spurre
would
doe
some
good
upon
you
,
Why
dost
thou
enterfare
,
get
the
grincomes
,
goe
,
And
straddle
like
a
gentleman
that
wod
Not
shame
his
kindred
,
but
what
doe
I
Lose
time
with
such
a
puppie
?
Bo.
Well
,
goe
thy
wayes
I
le
justifie
thy
wit
At
my
owne
perill
.
Ba.
I
would
speake
with
you
,
Be
not
too
busie
with
your
Lordships
legges
,
I
le
tell
you
somewhat
.
Lo.
Speake
toth
'
purpose
then
.
Ba.
I
bestow'd
A
visite
on
the
Ladies
which
you
wot
on
,
They
have
their
wits
still
,
and
resolve
to
keepe
'em
,
They
wonot
hang
themselves
for
a
young
Lord
,
Nor
grow
into
consumption
,
other
men
Have
eyes
,
and
nose
,
and
lippes
,
and
hansome
legges
too
:
So
fare
you
well
Lord
,
my
I
left
your
kicke
With
your
cosin
buy
buy
otter
.
Exit
.
Lo.
Very
well
.
But
harke
you
cosin
Bostocke
,
you
have
a
minde
And
modest
constitution
,
I
expected
You
wod
have
lifted
up
your
legge
.
Bo.
To
kicke
him
,
Why
,
and
you
wod
ha
given
a
thousand
pound
,
I
could
not
do
't
for
laughing
,
beside
,
He
was
your
friend
my
Lord
.
Lo.
Did
you
spare
him
For
that
consideration
?
Bo.
Howsoever
,
What
honour
had
it
beene
for
me
to
quarrell
?
Or
wit
indeede
,
if
every
man
should
take
All
the
abuses
that
are
meant
,
great
men
Would
be
laughed
at
,
some
fooles
must
ha
their
jests
,
Had
he
beene
any
man
of
blood
or
valour
,
One
that
profes'd
the
sword
,
such
as
the
Coronell
,
Lesse
provocation
would
ha
made
me
active
.
Enter
Sr.
Ambrose
,
and
Sr.
Marmaduke
.
Lo.
The
Eagles
takes
no
Flies
,
is
that
it
,
how
now
Sir
Ambrose
,
and
my
honor'd
friend
Sr.
Marmaduke
?
You
are
strangers
.
Ma.
Your
Lordships
pardon
,
Mr.
Bostocke
.
Bo.
Now
shall
I
be
put
too
't
,
this
taking
will
undoe
me
?
Lo.
Prethee
tell
me
?
is
the
Coronell
alive
still
?
Am.
Alive
my
Lord
,
yes
yes
,
hee
's
alive
.
Bo.
Did
your
Lordship
thinke
absolutely
he
was
dead
?
Lo.
But
he
is
shrewdly
wounded
.
Am.
No
my
Lord
,
He
is
very
well
,
but
t
was
your
kinsemans
fortune
.
Bo.
Prethee
nere
speake
on
't
.
Lo.
What
?
Ma.
To
have
a
blow
,
a
boxe
o
th'
eare
.
Lo.
How
?
Ma.
With
his
fist
,
and
an
indifferent
round
one
.
Bo.
Yes
,
yes
he
did
strike
me
,
I
could
ha
told
you
that
,
But
wherefore
did
he
strike
,
aske
'em
that
.
Ma.
If
you
would
know
my
Lord
,
he
was
our
orator
To
raile
upon
the
Lady
for
abusing
us
,
Which
I
confesse
he
did
with
lung
and
spirit
,
Which
in
the
conclusion
,
the
Coronell
Stroke
him
toth
'
ground
.
Bo.
He
did
so
t
is
a
truth
.
Lo.
And
did
you
take
it
?
Bo.
Take
it
:
he
gave
it
me
my
Lord
,
I
asked
not
for
it
.
But
t
is
not
yet
reveng'd
.
Am.
T
is
truth
we
suffer'd
A
little
,
but
the
place
protected
him
.
Bo.
It
was
no
place
indeed
.
Ma.
Now
since
you
had
the
greatest
burden
in
The
affront
.
Bo.
The
blow
?
Ma.
Right
,
wo
wod
know
whether
your
resolution
Be
first
,
to
question
him
,
for
our
cause
appeares
Subordinate
,
and
may
take
breath
till
you
Ha
call'd
him
to
account
.
Bo.
I
proclaime
nothing
,
And
make
no
doubt
the
Coronell
will
give
me
Satisfaction
like
a
Gentleman
.
Am.
We
are
answer'd
,
and
take
our
leave
my
Lord
.
Lo.
We
shall
meete
at
the
Ball
anon
gentlemen
.
Ma.
Your
Lordships
servants
:
now
to
our
designe
.
Exeunt
.
Bo.
My
Lord
I
take
my
leave
too
.
Lo.
Not
yet
cosin
,
you
and
I
ha
not
done
.
Bo.
What
you
please
cosin
.
Lo.
You
have
cosen'd
me
too
much
.
Bo.
I
my
good
Lord
?
Lo.
Thou
most
unheard
of
coward
,
How
dare
you
bost
relation
to
me
?
Be
so
impudent
as
to
name
,
or
thinke
upon
me
,
Thou
staine
to
honour
,
honour
?
th'
art
beneath
All
the
degrees
of
basenesse
:
quit
thy
father
,
Thy
suppos'd
one
,
and
with
sufficient
testimony
,
Some
Servingman
leapt
thy
mother
,
or
some
Iuggler
That
conjures
with
old
bones
,
some
womans
tailor
,
When
he
brought
home
her
petticoate
,
and
tooke
measure
Of
her
lose
body
,
or
I
le
cullice
thee
With
a
bottome
.
Bo.
Good
my
Lord
.
Lo.
Be
so
baffoul'd
?
In
presence
of
your
Mistresse
,
t
is
enough
To
make
the
blood
of
all
thou
knowest
suspected
,
And
I
le
ha
satisfaction
.
Bo.
My
Lord
.
Lo.
For
using
of
my
name
in
Ordinaries
,
i
th'
list
of
other
whom
you
make
your
priviledge
,
To
dominere
,
and
winne
applause
sometimes
With
Tapsters
,
and
thread-beare
Tobacco
Merchants
,
That
worship
your
gold
lace
,
and
ignorance
Stand
bare
,
and
bend
their
hammes
,
when
you
belch
out
My
Lord
,
and
tother
cosin
in
a
Baudihouse
,
Whom
with
a
noyse
you
curse
by
Iacke
and
Tom
,
For
failing
you
at
Fishstreete
,
or
the
Still-yard
.
Bo.
My
very
good
Lord
.
Lo.
Will
you
not
draw
?
Bo.
Not
against
your
honour
,
but
you
shall
see
.
Lo.
And
vexe
my
eyes
to
looke
on
such
a
Land-rat
,
Were
all
these
shames
forgotten
,
how
shall
I
Be
safe
in
honour
with
that
noble
Lady
,
To
whom
I
sinne
fully
commended
thee
,
Though
t
were
not
much
,
enough
to
make
her
thinke
I
am
as
base
as
thou
art
,
and
the
Coronell
,
And
all
that
have
but
heard
thee
call
me
cosin
,
What
cure
for
this
you
Malt-worme
?
oh
my
soule
How
it
does
blush
to
know
thee
,
bragging
puppie
,
d
ee
heare
me
thunder
,
and
lightning
,
what
Nobilitie
my
predecessors
bosted
,
Or
any
man
from
honours
stocke
descended
;
How
many
Marquesses
and
Earles
are
numbred
In
their
great
family
?
what
coates
they
quarter
,
How
many
battells
our
forefathers
fought
?
T
is
poore
,
and
not
becomming
perfect
gentry
To
build
their
glories
at
their
fathers
cost
,
But
at
their
owne
expense
of
blood
or
vertue
,
To
raise
them
living
monuments
,
our
birth
Is
not
our
owne
act
,
honour
upon
trust
,
Our
ill
deedes
forfeit
,
and
the
wealthy
summes
Purchas'st
by
others
fame
or
sweate
,
will
be
Our
staine
,
for
we
inherit
nothing
truely
But
what
our
actions
make
us
worthy
of
;
And
are
you
not
a
precious
gentleman
,
Thou
art
not
worth
my
steele
,
redeeme
this
love
Some
generous
way
of
undertaking
,
or
Thou
shalt
be
given
up
to
boyes
,
and
ballets
,
The
scorne
of
footeman
,
a
disgrace
more
blacke
Than
bastard
,
goe
to
the
Coronell
.
Bo.
I
will
my
Lord
.
Lo.
But
now
I
thinke
on
t
t
will
be
necessarie
,
That
first
you
right
my
honour
with
the
Lady
,
You
shall
carry
a
letter
,
you
will
do
't
?
Bo.
I
le
carry
any
thing
.
Lo.
Expect
it
presently
.
Exit
Bo.
Such
another
conjuring
will
make
me
Beleeve
I
am
illigitimate
indeede
,
This
came
first
keeping
company
with
the
blades
,
From
whom
I
learnt
to
roare
and
runne
away
:
I
know
t
is
a
base
thing
to
be
a
coward
,
But
every
man
is
not
borne
to
be
a
Hercules
,
Some
must
be
beate
that
others
may
be
valiant
.
Exit
.
Enter
Rosomond
,
and
Honoria
whispering
,
Sr.
Marmaduke
,
and
Sr.
Ambrose
following
.
Ro.
Let
it
be
so
,
they
will
else
be
troublesome
.
Ma.
This
cannot
I
hope
displease
you
Lady
,
t
is
No
new
affection
I
protest
,
although
This
be
the
first
occasion
I
tooke
To
expresse
it
.
Ro.
You
did
ill
in
the
impression
,
Although
your
bashfulnesse
would
not
permit
you
To
speake
in
your
owne
cause
,
you
might
have
sent
Your
meaning
,
I
can
make
a
shift
to
read
A
scurvie
hand
,
but
I
shall
tell
you
sir
.
Ma.
Prethee
doe
.
Ho.
I
st
possible
your
heart
hath
beene
tormented
In
loves
flame
,
and
I
the
cause
.
Am.
Your
beauty
hath
the
power
To
melt
a
Cithians
bosome
,
those
divine
Beames
would
make
soft
the
earth
,
when
rugged
Winter
Hath
seal'd
the
cranies
up
with
frost
,
your
eye
Will
make
the
frigid
region
temperate
,
Should
you
but
smile
upon
't
:
account
it
then
No
wonder
if
it
turne
my
brest
to
ashes
.
Ro.
I
see
you
are
in
love
by
your
mention
,
And
cause
I
pitty
a
gentleman
should
lose
His
passion
I
le
acquaint
you
with
a
secret
.
Ma.
The
Lady
Honoria
?
Ro.
What
misfortune
t
was
You
did
not
first
apply
your selfe
to
her
That
can
reward
your
love
,
and
hath
a
heart
Spacious
to
entertaine
you
;
she
does
love
you
Vpon
my
knowledge
strangely
,
and
so
Commends
you
in
your
absence
.
Ma.
Say
you
so
Lady
?
Pardon
I
beseech
you
the
affection
I
profest
to
your
Ladiship
,
t
was
but
A
complement
,
I
am
sorry
I
protest
.
Ro.
Oh
t
is
excus'd
sir
,
but
I
must
tell
you
,
Perhaps
you
wonot
finde
her
now
so
tractable
Vpon
the
apprehension
she
was
slighted
;
But
to
prescribe
you
confidence
were
to
Suspect
your
art
,
and
bold
discretion
.
Ho.
T
is
as
I
tell
you
sir
,
no
Lady
in
The
world
can
speake
more
praises
of
your
body
?
Shee
knowes
not
yet
your
minde
.
Am.
I
st
possible
?
Ho.
And
yet
because
she
saw
your
complements
Directed
so
unhappily
to
me
,
I
know
not
how
you
le
finde
her
on
the
sudden
,
But
t
is
not
halfe
an
houre
since
you
possest
The
first
place
in
her
thoughts
.
Am.
Shall
I
presume
,
You
will
excuse
the
love
I
did
present
Your
Ladiship
?
it
was
not
from
my
heart
,
I
hope
you
will
conceive
so
.
Ho.
A
slight
error
.
Am.
I
am
a sham'd
on
't
.
Ho.
T
is
sufficient
That
you
recant
no
more
neglect
.
Ro.
You
are
pleasant
.
Am.
Be
you
so
too
;
I
le
justifie
thou
shalt
Have
cause
.
Ro.
To
wonder
at
you
,
what
's
your
meaning
sir
?
Am.
Sweete
Lady
,
What
thoughts
make
sad
your
brow
?
I
have
observ'd
Your
eyes
shoote
clearer
light
.
Ro.
You
are
deceiv'd
,
I
am
not
melancholy
.
Am.
Be
for
ever
banish'd
The
imagination
of
what
can
happen
To
cloud
so
rare
a
beautie
,
y'
are
in
love
.
Ro.
In
love
,
who
told
you
so
?
Am.
But
that
's
no
wonder
,
We
all
may
love
,
but
you
have
onely
power
To
conquer
where
you
place
affection
,
and
triumph
ore
your
wishes
.
Ho.
I
love
you
,
y'
are
strangely
sir
mistaken
,
Put
your
devices
on
some
other
Lady
,
I
ha
beene
so
farre
from
my
affection
to
you
,
That
I
ha
laboured
I
confesse
to
unsettle
The
opinion
of
my
Lady
Rosomond
,
Who
I
confesse
loves
you
,
and
that
extreamely
.
Mar.
How
?
she
love
me
?
then
I
ha
made
fine
worke
.
Ho.
What
cunning
shee
is
mistresse
of
to
hide
Her
strange
affections
,
or
what
power
she
has
,
She
does
flie
into
your
armes
I
know
not
.
Ro.
Are
you
so
dull
?
Why
,
this
was
but
to
try
your
constancie
,
I
have
heard
her
sweare
you
are
the
proprest
Knight
,
The
very
Adonis
:
why
,
she
has
got
your
picture
And
made
it
the
onely
saint
within
her
closet
,
I
blush
at
your
credulitie
.
Am.
I
st
e'ne
so
?
I
have
undone
my selfe
with
her
already
,
Pardon
me
gentle
Madam
,
I
must
leave
you
.
Ro.
With
all
my
heart
.
Ho.
We
are
reliev'd
,
Enter
Mounsieur
.
Mounsieur
Le
Friske
.
Moun.
Tres
humbla
serviter
Madam
,
Me
sweate
with
de
hast
to
waite
upon
your
Ladiships
;
I
pray
give
me
do
leve
dispatch
presently
,
For
I
must
figaries
to
be
done
.
Ro.
Gentlemen
let
your
passions
breath
a
while
,
A
little
musicke
may
correct
the
errour
,
And
you
may
finde
your selves
.
Moun.
Aller
.
Am.
With
all
my
heart
Sr.
Marmaduke
le
ts
helpe
To
exercise
the
Ladies
.
Ma.
A
good
motion
.
Moun.
And
begar
noting
in
de
world
mor
profet
Your
body
den
de
motion
all
a
more
de
France
.
Ma.
I
am
for
any
friske
.
Moun.
Ha
de
friske
you
jumpe
upon
my
name
,
and
Begar
you
have
my
nature
to
de
right
,
hey
,
and
All
de
world
is
but
friske
.
Ho.
A
Country
dance
then
.
Moun.
Hah
,
Mounsieur
Madam
aller
,
They
Dance
.
Forboone
,
tres
excellent
begar
,
so
I
crave
your
patience
Madam
,
gentlemen
,
you
be
at
de
Ball
,
mofoy
you
See
dat
was
never
in
dis
world
.
Ro.
What
Mounsieur
?
Moun.
What
doe
you
thinke
dat
is
,
me
tell
you
,
begar
You
see
me
play
de
part
of
de
Cupid
.
Ho.
A
French
Cupid
.
Moun.
Begar
French
Cupid
,
why
?
dere
is
no
love
like
De
French
love
,
dat
is
Cupid
,
love
is
hot
,
and
de
French
is
hot
Ro.
How
comes
it
to
passe
that
you
are
to
play
Cupid
Moun
.
Mo.
My
Lord
give
me
co�mand
me
have
device
,
&
de
masque
For
de
Ladies
,
and
me
no
trust
little
Iacknape
to
play
Young
Cupid
but
my selfe
.
Ho.
Cupid
is
a
childe
,
you
have
a
beard
Mounsieur
.
Mo.
Me
care
not
de
haire
for
dat
,
begar
de
little
god
may
have
De
little
beard
,
Venus
his
moder
have
de
mole
,
and
Cupid
Her
shild
may
have
the
blacke
mussell
.
Ho.
But
Mounsieur
,
we
read
Cupid
was
faire
,
and
You
are
blacke
,
how
will
that
agree
?
Mo.
Cupid
is
faire
,
and
Mounsieur
is
blacke
,
why
Mounsieur
Is
blacke
den
,
and
Cupid
is
faire
,
what
is
dat
?
a
faire
Lady
love
de
servant
of
the
blacke
Complexion
de
ban
eur
,
the
colour
is
not
de
mush
,
Vulcan
was
de
blacke
Smith
,
and
Cupid
may
be
de
Blacke
gentleman
his
sonne
legitimate
.
Am.
T
is
de
way
to
make
Cupid
the
boy
no
bastard
.
Mo.
But
doe
you
no
publish
this
invention
,
me
meete
you
At
de
Ball
armed
with
quiver
,
and
de
bow
.
Ho.
You
wonot
shoote
us
,
I
hope
you
le
spare
our
hearts
.
Mo.
Begar
me
shit
you
if
me
can
,
and
your
arts
shall
Bleed
one
,
two
,
tree
,
gallowne
adieu
Madame
Serviter
gentlemen
tresemble
.
Am.
Adieu
Mounsieur
,
now
Madam
with
your
favour
,
I
must
renew
my
suite
.
Ho.
Yad
better
buy
a
new
one
,
Nay
then
we
shall
be
troubled
.
Exit
.
Am.
You
le
withdraw
,
I
le
follow
you
.
Ma.
Come
,
come
I
know
you
love
me
.
Ro.
You
may
enlarge
your
folly
my
deare
knight
,
But
I
have
pardoned
you
for
love
already
.
Ma.
This
shannot
serve
your
turne
,
I
came
hither
Not
to
be
jeered
,
and
one
of
you
shall
love
me
.
Exit
.
Enter
Bostocke
,
Lady
Lucina
and
Scutilla
.
Luc.
Oh
impudence
dares
he
returne
.
Scu.
It
seemes
so
.
Bo.
Most
gracious
Madam
,
my
cosin
your
Lord
Loveall
Commends
himselfe
in
blacke
and
white
.
Luc.
To
me
?
Bo.
d
ee
thinke
t
is
from
my selfe
.
Scu.
You
might
ha
dont
in
blacke
and
blew
.
Bo.
Scutilla
how
does
thy
poore
soule
,
thou
Hast
no
husband
nor
children
to
commend
me
to
.
Scu.
The
poore
soule
's
well
,
I
hope
your
body
is
Recover'd
,
dos
not
your
left
cheeke
burne
still
,
We
ha
so
talkt
on
you
?
Luc.
I
am
sorry
any
gentleman
that
has
relation
to
me
should
Be
so
forgetfull
of
your
honor
,
&
his
own
,
but
though
he
have
Forfited
opinion
,
let
me
continue
innocent
in
your
thoughts
?
I
have
sent
you
a
small
jewell
to
expiate
my
offence
for
Commending
him
,
I
expect
your
Ladiship
at
the
Ball
,
Where
you
shall
make
many
happie
to
kisse
your
hand
,
And
in
their
number
the
true
admirer
of
your
vertue
,
My
Lord
is
honourable
.
Bo.
A
slight
jewell
Madam
.
Loveall
.
Luc.
I
am
his
servant
.
Bo.
Nay
faith
my
Lord
is
right
,
I
ha
not
met
The
Coronell
since
you
know
when
.
Sc.
You
ha
more
reason
to
remember
.
Bo.
I
would
be
so
bold
to
aske
you
a
question
.
Luc.
In
the
meane
time
give
me
leave
,
we
are
none
But
friends
,
I
know
y'
are
valliant
.
Bo.
No
,
no
,
you
doe
not
know
't
,
but
I
know
my selfe
.
Scu.
That
's
more
.
Luc.
But
will
you
answer
me
?
why
did
not
you
strike
him
agen
?
Scu.
That
might
ha
caus'd
blood
.
Bo.
Y'
are
i
th
right
.
Luc.
You
did
not
feare
him
.
Bo.
But
blood
are
not
a
like
,
termes
were
not
even
,
If
I
had
kill'd
him
there
had
beene
an
end
.
Luc.
Of
him
.
Bo.
Right
Madam
,
but
if
he
had
wounded
me
,
He
might
ha
kill'd
,
heaven
knowes
how
many
.
Scu.
Strange
?
Bo.
D'
ee
not
conceive
it
?
so
many
drops
of
mine
,
So
many
gentlemen
,
nay
more
,
who
knowes
Which
of
these
might
ha
beene
a
Knight
,
a
Lord
.
Luc.
Perhaps
a
Prince
.
Bo.
Princes
came
from
the
blood
,
And
should
I
hazard
such
a
severation
Against
a
single
life
,
t
is
not
I
feare
To
fight
with
him
by
these
hills
,
but
what
wise
gamester
Will
venture
a
hundred
pound
to
a
flaw'd
sixe
pence
?
Scu.
Madam
,
the
Coronell
.
Bo.
And
he
were
ten
Coronells
,
I
le
not
endure
his
company
,
Sweete
Lady
,
you
and
I
le
retire
.
Scu.
And
were
lesse
honourable
.
Bo.
He
should
not
seeke
me
then
.
Sc.
He
should
rather
hardly
find
you
,
I
me
your
servant
.
exit
Enter
Coronell
.
Luc.
I
was
wishing
for
you
sir
,
Your
judgement
of
these
Diamonds
.
Co.
The
stones
are
pretty
.
Luc.
They
were
a
Lords
,
sent
me
for
a
token
,
You
cannot
chuse
but
know
him
,
the
Lord
Loveall
.
Co.
So
,
so
,
so
,
I
am
like
to
speede
.
Luc.
Is
not
he
a
pretty
gentleman
?
Co.
And
you
are
sure
hee
's
honest
?
Luc.
As
Lords
goe
now
adayes
that
are
In
fashion
;
But
cry
you
mercy
,
you
ha
put
me
in
minde
,
I
did
propound
a
businesse
to
you
sir
.
Co.
And
I
came
prepar'd
to
answer
you
.
Luc.
T
is
very
well
,
I
le
call
one
to
be
a
witnesse
.
Co.
That
was
not
I
remember
in
our
Covenant
,
You
shannot
neede
.
Luc.
I
le
fetch
you
a
booke
to
sware
by
�
Co.
Let
it
be
Venus
and
Adonis
then
,
Or
Ovids
wanton
Elieges
,
Aristotles
Problemes
,
Guy
of
Warwicke
,
or
Sr.
Beavis
,
Or
if
there
be
a
Play
Booke
you
Love
better
,
I
le
take
my
oath
upon
your
Epilogue
.
Luc.
Y'
are
very
merry
,
well
,
sweare
how
you
please
.
Co.
In
good
time
,
You
doe
expect
now
I
should
sweare
I
me
honest
?
Luc.
Yes
sir
,
and
t
is
no
hard
condition
,
If
you
reflect
upon
my
promise
.
Co.
What
?
Luc.
To
marry
you
,
which
act
must
make
you
Lord
Of
me
and
my
estate
,
a
round
possession
,
Some
men
have
gone
to
hell
for
a
lesse
matter
.
Co.
But
I
wonot
be
damn'd
for
twenty
thousand
Such
as
you
are
,
and
every
one
a
million
,
And
I
the
authoritie
of
a
Parliament
To
marry
wo'yee
all
,
I
wod
not
buy
This
flesh
now
I
ha
sworne
.
Luc.
I
thinke
so
Coronell
,
Blesse
me
?
twenty
thousand
wives
,
t
wo'd
nere
Come
to
my
turne
,
and
you
'd
not
live
to
give
The
tithe
benevolence
.
Co.
They
would
finde
Pages
,
fooles
,
or
Gentlemen-Vshers
.
Luc.
Then
upon
the
matter
,
You
being
not
willing
sir
to
take
your
oath
,
I
may
be
confident
you
are
not
honest
.
Co.
Why
looke
upon
me
Lady
,
and
consider
With
some
discretion
what
part
about
me
Does
looke
so
tame
you
should
suspect
me
honest
,
How
old
d
ee
thinke
I
am
?
Luc.
I
guesse
at
thirty
.
Co.
Some
i
th'
world
doubted
me
not
so
much
,
At
thirteene
I
was
ever
plumpe
and
forward
,
My
drie
Nurse
swore
at
seven
,
I
kist
like
one
Of
five
and
twenty
,
setting
that
a side
,
What
's
my
profession
?
Luc.
A
Souldier
Co.
So
examine
a
whole
army
,
and
finde
one
Souldier
that
hates
a
hansome
woman
,
we
cannot
march
Without
our
bagge
and
baggages
,
and
is
it
possible
,
When
we
come
home
where
womens
pride
,
and
all
Temptation
to
wantonesse
abounds
We
should
lose
our
activitie
?
Lu.
You
souldiers
are
brave
fellowes
.
Co.
When
we
have
our
pay
,
We
vow
no
chastitie
till
we
marry
,
Lady
T
is
out
of
fashion
indeede
with
gentlemen
To
be
honest
,
and
of
age
together
t
is
sufficient
,
We
can
provide
to
take
our
pleasures
too
,
Without
infection
,
a
sound
body
is
A
treasure
I
can
tell
you
,
yet
if
that
Would
satisfy
you
,
I
should
make
no
scruple
To
sweare
,
but
otherwise
you
must
pardon
us
As
we
must
pardon
you
.
Luc.
Vs
sir
.
Co.
Yes
you
,
as
if
you
Ladies
had
not
your
fagaries
,
And
martiall
discipline
,
as
well
as
we
,
Your
outworkes
,
and
redoubts
,
your
court
of
guard
,
Your
centries
,
and
perdues
,
sallies
,
retreates
,
Pasties
,
and
stratagems
,
women
are
all
honest
,
Yes
,
yes
,
exceeding
honest
;
let
me
aske
you
One
question
,
I
le
not
put
you
to
your
oath
,
I
doe
allow
you
Hide-Parke
,
and
Spring-Garden
,
You
have
a
recreation
called
the
Ball
,
A
device
transported
hither
by
some
Ladies
That
affect
Tenice
,
what
d
ee
play
a
set
?
There
's
a
foule
racket
kept
under
the
line
,
Strange
words
are
bandied
,
and
strange
revells
Madam
.
Luc.
The
world
imagines
so
.
Co.
Nay
,
y'
are
all
talk'd
of
.
Luc.
But
if
men
had
no
more
wit
,
and
honesty
,
They
wod
let
fall
their
stings
on
something
else
,
This
is
discours'd
,
but
when
Corantaes
faile
,
Or
newes
at
ordinaries
,
when
the
phlegmaticke
Dutch
Ha
tane
no
Fisher-boates
,
or
our
Cole-ships
land
Safe
at
New-Castle
,
y'
are
fine
gentlemen
,
But
to
conclude
of
that
we
met
for
your
honesty
,
Not
justified
by
an
oath
,
as
I
expected
,
Is
now
suspended
,
will
you
sweare
yet
.
Co.
Why
,
I
thought
you
had
beene
a
Christian
?
widdow
Have
I
not
told
you
enough
,
you
may
meete
one
Will
forfeit
his
conscience
,
and
please
you
better
,
Some
Silke-worme
o
th'
Cittie
,
or
the
Court
,
There
be
enough
will
sweare
away
their
soule
For
your
estate
,
but
I
have
no
such
purpose
,
The
warres
will
last
I
hope
.
Luc.
So
so
,
Scutilla
.
Enter
Scutilla
.
You
were
present
when
I
promis'd
the
Coronell
,
To
be
his
wife
upon
condition
.
He
could
secure
my
opinion
by
his
oath
,
That
he
was
honest
,
I
am
bound
in
honour
Not
to
goe
backe
,
y ave
done
it
,
I
am
yours
sir
,
Be
you
a
witnesse
to
this
solemne
contract
.
Co.
Are
you
in
earnest
Lady
,
I
ha
not
sworne
.
Luc.
You
have
given
better
truth
,
He
that
can
make
this
conscience
of
an
oath
Assures
his
honesty
.
Co.
In
minde
.
Luc.
What
's
past
I
question
not
,
if
for
the
time
to
come
Your
love
be
vertuous
to
me
.
Co.
Most
religious
,
Or
let
me
live
the
Souldiers
dishonour
,
And
die
the
scorne
of
gentlemen
,
I
ha
not
Space
enough
in
my
heart
to
entertaine
thee
.
Luc.
Is
not
this
better
than
swearing
?
Co.
I
confesse
it
.
Luc.
Now
I
may
call
you
husband
?
Co.
No
title
can
more
honour
me
.
Luc.
If
please
you
I
le
shew
you
then
my
children
.
Co.
How
,
your
children
?
Luc.
I
ha
sixe
that
call
me
mother
.
Co.
Hast
,
faith
?
Luc.
The
elder
may
want
softnesse
to
acknowledge
you
,
But
some
are
young
enough
,
and
may
be
counsell'd
To
aske
your
blessing
,
does
this
trouble
you
?
Co.
Trouble
me
?
no
,
but
it
is
the
first
newes
Lady
Of
any
children
.
Luc.
Nay
,
they
are
not
like
To
be
a
burden
to
us
,
they
must
trust
To
their
owne
portions
left
'em
by
their
father
.
Co.
Where
.
Luc.
But
of
my
estate
,
I
cannot
keepe
Any
thing
from
'em
,
and
I
know
you
are
So
honest
,
you
'd
not
wish
me
wrong
the
Orphans
,
T
is
but
sixe
thousand
pound
in
money
Coronell
Among
them
all
,
beside
some
trifling
plate
And
jewels
worth
a
thousand
more
.
Co.
No
more
?
Luc.
My
Ioynture
will
be
firme
to
us
,
two
hundred
Per
annum
.
Co.
Is
it
so
?
and
that
will
keepe
A
Country
house
,
some
halfe
a
dozen
Cowes
,
We
shall
ha
cheese
and
butter-milke
,
one
horse
Will
serve
me
,
and
your
man
to
ride
to
markets
.
Luc.
Canst
be
content
to
live
i
th'
country
Coronell
?
Co.
And
watch
the
Pease
,
looke
to
the
Hay
,
and
talke
Of
Oates
and
Stubble
,
I
ha
beene
brought
up
too
't
,
And
for
a
need
can
thrash
.
Luc.
That
will
save
somewhat
.
Co.
i
th
yeere
,
beside
my
skill
in
farrowing
pigs
,
Oh
t
is
a
holsome
thing
to
hold
the
plough
,
And
wade
up
to
the
calfe
i
th'
dirty
furrowes
,
Worse
than
sleeping
in
a
trench
,
or
quagmire
,
You
ha
not
heard
me
whistle
yet
.
Luc.
No
indeede
.
Co.
Why
?
there
's
it
,
shee
does
counterfeit
,
well
Lady
,
Be
you
in
jeast
or
earnest
,
this
is
my
Resolution
I
le
marry
you
,
and
y
'ad
forty
children
,
And
not
a
foote
of
land
to
your
Ioynture
,
heaven
Will
provide
for
,
and
we
doe
our
endeavours
,
Where
be
the
children
,
come
how
many
boyes
.
Luc.
As
many
as
can
get
sir
.
Co.
How
?
Luc.
No
more
.
Since
y'
are
so
noble
,
know
I
tried
your
patience
,
And
now
I
am
confirm'd
,
my
estate
is
yours
Without
the
weight
of
children
or
of
debts
,
Love
me
,
and
I
repent
not
.
Co.
Saist
thou
so
?
I
wod
we
had
a
Priest
here
.
Luc.
There
remaines
to
take
away
one
scruple
.
Co.
Another
gincracke
.
Luc.
I
have
none
,
t
is
your
doubt
sir
,
And
ere
we
marry
you
shall
be
convinc'd
Some
mallice
has
corrupted
your
opinion
Of
that
we
call
the
Ball
.
Co.
Your
dancing
businesse
.
Luc.
I
will
intreate
your
company
to night
,
Where
your
owne
eyes
shall
leade
you
to
accuse
Or
vindicate
our
fames
.
Co.
With
all
my
heart
.
Scu.
Madam
,
Mr.
Bostocke
Expects
within
.
Luc.
You
shall
be
reconcil'd
to
him
.
Co.
With
Bostocke
willingly
,
then
toth
Ball
,
Which
for
your
sake
I
dare
not
now
suspect
,
Where
union
of
hearts
such
Empire
brings
,
Subjects
methings
are
crown'd
as
we
as
Kings
.
Exeunt
.
Actus
Quintus
.
Enter
Mounsieur
and
servants
with
perfume
.
Moun.
BOne
for
bone
here
a
little
,
dere
a
little
more
,
my
Lord
hire
dis
house
of
the
citie
Merchent
,
begar
It
smell
musty
,
and
he
will
have
all
sweete
for
de
Ladies
,
perfume
,
perfume
every
corner
presently
For
dere
is
purpose
to
make
all
smoke
anon
Begar
;
Enter
Lady
Rosomond
and
Honoria
.
Treshumble
serviter
Madam
.
Ho.
Where
is
my
Lord
?
Moun.
Hee
waite
on
you
presently
Mounsieur
de
Freshwater
.
Fr.
Mounsieur
Le
Friske
these
Ladies
were
pleas'd
To
command
my
attendance
hither
.
Moun.
Welcome
to
de
Ball
,
par
ma
foy
You
pardon
Mounsieur
,
I
have
much
trouble
In
my
little
head
,
I
can
no
stay
to
Complement
,
a
vostre
service
.
Exit
.
Fre.
In
all
my
travells
,
I
have
not
seene
a
more
Convenient
Structure
.
Ro.
Now
you
talke
of
your
travells
Signior
,
till
my
Lord
Come
you
shall
doe
us
a
speciall
favour
to
Discourse
what
passages
you
ha
seene
abroad
.
Ho.
Were
you
ever
abroad
before
Signior
.
Fre.
I
hardly
ever
was
at
home
,
and
yet
All
countries
lost
wiseman
are
his
owne
?
Did
you
never
travell
Ladies
,
Ro.
We
are
no
Ladies
errant
,
t
is
enough
For
such
as
you
,
that
looke
for
State
employment
.
Fre.
Yet
there
be
Ladies
ha
your
languages
,
And
married
to
great
men
prove
the
better
Statesmen
.
Ro.
We
have
heard
talke
of
many
countries
.
Fre.
And
you
may
heare
talke
,
but
give
me
the
man
That
has
measur'd
'em
,
talkes
but
talke
.
Ho.
Have
you
seene
a
fairer
Citie
than
London
?
Fre.
London
is
nothing
.
Ro.
How
nothing
?
Fre.
To
what
it
will
be
a
hundred
yeares
hence
.
Ro.
I
have
heard
much
talke
of
Paris
.
Ho.
You
have
beene
there
I
me
sure
.
Enter
Lord
.
Fre.
I
tell
you
Madame
,
I
tooke
shipping
at
Gravesend
,
and
had
no
sooner
past
The
Cantons
,
and
Grissons
,
making
some
stay
In
the
Valtoline
,
but
I
came
to
Paris
a
pretty
Hamlet
,
and
much
in
the
scituation
like
Dunstable
,
T
is
in
the
Province
of
Alcontora
,
some
three
leagues
Distant
from
Civill
,
from
whence
we
have
our
Oringes
.
Lo.
Is
the
fellow
mad
?
Ro.
I
have
heard
Civill
is
in
Spaine
.
Fre.
You
may
heare
many
things
,
The
people
are
ciuill
that
live
in
Spaine
,
or
there
May
be
one
towne
like
another
,
but
if
Civill
Be
not
in
France
,
I
was
never
at
Civill
in
my
life
.
Ho.
Proceede
Sir
.
Fre.
Doe
not
I
know
Paris
,
it
was
built
by
the
yongest
Son
Of
King
Priam
,
and
was
call'd
by
his
name
,
yet
some
Call
it
Lutetia
,
because
the
gentlewomen
there
Play
so
well
upon
the
Lute
.
Lo.
What
a
Rascall
is
this
?
Fr.
Here
I
observ'd
many
remarkeable
buildings
,
as
the
Vniversitie
,
which
some
call
the
Loure
,
where
the
Students
made
very
much
of
me
,
and
carried
me
To
the
Beare-garden
,
where
I
saw
a
play
on
the
Banke-side
,
a
very
pretty
Comedy
call'd
Martheme
,
In
London
.
Ro.
I
st
possible
?
Fre.
But
there
be
no
such
Comedians
as
we
have
here
,
Yet
the
women
are
the
best
Actors
,
they
play
Their
owne
parts
,
a
thing
much
desir'd
in
England
By
some
Ladies
,
Innes
a
Court
Gentlemen
,
and
others
,
But
that
by
the
way
.
Ho.
See
Sir
.
Fre.
I
had
staid
longer
there
,
but
I
was
offended
with
a
Villanous
sent
of
Onions
,
which
the
winde
brought
from
St.
Omers
.
Ro.
Onions
wod
make
you
sleepe
well
.
Fre.
But
the
sent
t
is
not
to
be
endured
,
I
smelt
On
'em
when
I
came
to
Rome
,
and
hardly
scap'd
the
Inquisition
for
t
.
Ho.
Were
you
at
Rome
too
Signior
.
Fre.
T
is
in
my
way
to
Venice
,
I
le
tell
you
Madam
I
was
very
Loth
to
leave
their
country
.
Ro.
Which
Country
?
Fre.
Where
was
I
last
?
Ho.
In
France
.
Fre.
Right
,
for
I
had
a
very
good
Inne
,
where
mine
Host
Was
a
notable
good
fellow
,
and
a
Cardinall
.
Ro.
How
a
Cardinall
,
oh
impudence
.
Fr.
Oh
the
catches
we
sang
,
and
his
wife
a
pretty
woman
,
And
one
that
warmes
a
bed
one
o
th'
best
in
Europe
.
Ho.
Did
you
ever
heare
the
like
.
Ro.
I
did
before
suspect
him
.
Fr.
But
mine
Host
.
Ho.
The
Cardinall
.
Fr.
Right
,
had
a
shrew'd
pate
,
and
his
eares
were
something
O'
th
longest
,
for
one
upon
the
oath
of
a
w
�
Walloune
that
�
from
Spaine
to
the
Low
-
Countries
,
and
the
other
from
Lapland
into
Germany
.
Ro.
Say
you
so
?
Fr.
A
parlous
head
,
and
yet
loving
to
his
guests
,
As
mine
host
Bankes
,
as
red
in
the
gills
,
and
as
merry
A
�
but
anger
him
,
and
hee
sets
all
Christendome
Together
by
the
eares
,
well
shortly
after
I
left
France
,
and
sayling
along
the
Alpes
,
I
came
to
Lombardy
,
where
I
left
my
cloke
,
for
it
was
very
Hot
travelling
,
and
went
a
Pilgrim
to
Rome
Where
I
saw
the
Tombs
,
and
a
Play
in
Pompeys
Theater
,
here
I
was
kindely
entertain'd
by
an
anchorite
,
In
whose
chamber
I
lay
,
and
drinke
Cider
.
Lo.
Nay
,
now
he
is
desperate
.
Ho.
Doe
not
interrupt
him
.
Fre.
What
should
I
trouble
you
with
many
stories
?
from
hence
I
went
to
Naples
,
a
soft
kinde
of
people
,
and
cloth'd
In
silke
,
from
thence
I
went
to
Florence
from
whence
we
Have
the
art
of
working
custards
,
which
we
call
Florentines
,
Millan
a
rich
state
of
Haberdashers
,
Permount
,
where
I
had
excellent
Venison
,
And
Padua
,
famous
for
the
pads
,
or
easie
saddles
Which
our
physitions
ride
upon
,
and
first
brought
from
Thence
when
they
commenst
Doctor
.
Ro.
Very
good
.
Fr.
I
see
little
in
Mantua
,
beside
dancing
upon
the
ropes
,
Onely
their
strong
beere
,
better
than
any
I
Ever
drunke
at
the
Trumpet
,
but
Venice
of
all
The
Champion
Countries
,
do
not
mistake
they
are
the
Valiantest
gentlemen
under
the
Sunne
.
Ro.
Is
that
it
?
Fr.
O
the
Catazaners
we
turn'd
there
.
Ho.
Who
was
wee
yee
?
Fr.
Two
or
three
magnifico's
grandees
of
the
State
,
We
tickled
'em
in
the
very
Pialto
,
by
the
same
Token
two
or
three
English
spies
told
us
they
had
laine
Leger
three
moneths
to
steale
away
the
Piatzo
,
and
ship
It
for
Covent
.
Garden
,
a
pretty
fabricke
and
building
Vpon
the
�
but
I
was
compell'd
to
make
Short
stay
here
by
reason
of
the
Dukes
Concubines
Fell
in
love
wee
me
,
gave
me
a
ring
of
his
,
out
of
A
solide
Diamonde
,
which
afterwards
I
lost
washing
my
Hands
in
the
salt
water
.
Ho.
You
should
ha
fish'd
for
t
,
and
as
good
lucke
as
She
that
found
her
wedding
ring
in
the
Haddocks
belly
.
Fr.
No
,
there
was
no
staying
,
I
tooke
post
presently
For
Genoa
,
and
from
thence
to
Madrill
,
and
so
to
The
Netherlands
.
Ro.
And
how
sped
you
among
the
Dutch
?
Fr.
Why
,
we
were
drunk
every
day
together
,
they
get
their
Living
by
it
.
Ho.
By
drinking
?
Fr.
And
making
bargaines
in
their
tippling
,
The
Iewes
are
innocent
,
nay
the
devill
himselfe
Is
but
a
Dunce
to
'em
,
of
whose
trade
they
are
.
Ho.
What
's
that
?
Fr.
They
fish
,
they
fish
still
,
who
can
helpe
it
,
they
Have
nets
enough
,
and
may
catch
the
Province
In
time
then
let
the
Kingdomes
looke
about
'em
,
They
can't
be
idle
,
and
they
have
one
advantage
Of
all
the
world
,
they
le
ha
no
conscience
to
trouble
'Em
,
I
heard
in
whispered
they
want
butter
,
they
have
A
Designe
to
charme
the
Indies
,
and
remove
their
Darie
,
but
that
as
a
secret
,
shall
goe
no
further
;
I
caught
a
surfet
of
Bore
in
Holland
,
upon
my
Recovery
I
went
to
Flushing
,
where
I
met
with
a
hansome
Froe
,
with
whom
I
went
to
Middleborough
,
by
the
�
And
lest
her
drunke
at
Roterdam
,
there
I
tooke
Shipping
againe
for
France
,
from
thence
to
Dover
,
From
Dover
to
Gravesend
,
from
Gravesend
to
Queene
-
Hive
,
and
from
thence
to
what
I
am
come
to
.
Lo.
And
noble
Signior
you
are
very
welcome
.
Fr.
I
hope
he
did
not
over-heare
me
.
Lo.
I
am
much
honor'd
Ladies
in
your
presence
.
Fr.
Absence
had
beene
a
sinne
my
Lord
where
you
Were
pleas'd
to
invite
.
Enter
Mounsieur
.
Moun.
Fie
,
fie
,
my
Lord
give
me
one
eare
.
He
whispers
with
my
Lord
.
Lo.
Interrupt
me
no
more
good
Moursieur
.
Fr.
Mounsieur
La
Friske
,
a
word
,
a
word
,
I
beseech
you
,
No
excuser
moy
.
Exit
Fresh
.
and
Moun.
Lo.
Have
you
thought
Ladies
of
your
absent
servant
?
Within
whose
heart
the
civill
warre
of
love
,
Ro.
May
end
in
a
soft
peace
.
Lo.
Excellent
,
Lady
.
Ho.
We
had
armies
too
my
Lord
,
of
wounded
thoughts
.
Lo.
And
are
you
agreed
to
which
I
must
devote
My
loving
service
,
and
which
is
wisest
,
fairest
,
Is
it
concluded
yet
?
Ho.
You
did
propound
A
hard
Province
,
and
we
could
not
Determine
as
you
expected
,
but
if
Your
flame
be
not
extinct
,
we
have
devis'd
Another
way
.
Lo.
You
make
my
ambition
happy
,
And
indeede
I
was
thinking
t
was
impossible
That
two
such
beauties
should
give
place
to
either
,
And
I
am
still
that
humble
notary
To
both
your
loves
.
Ro.
Then
this
we
have
made
lots
,
That
what
we
cannot
,
fate
may
soone
divide
,
And
we
are
fixt
to
obey
our
destinie
,
There
is
but
two
,
one
and
your
wishes
guide
you
.
Lo.
And
will
you
satisfie
my
chance
.
Ho.
We
should
Be
else
unjust
.
Lo.
What
method
shall
we
use
?
Ro.
Your
hat
my
Lord
,
If
you
vouchsafe
the
favour
?
Ho.
Dare
you
expose
your
head
to
the
ayre
so
long
?
Lo.
Most
willingly
put
in
.
Ro.
There
is
Fortune
�
Ho.
That
draw
which
quickly
tell
how
much
I
love
you
.
Lo.
So
,
so
now
let
me
see
,
I
commend
your
device
,
Since
I
am
uncapable
of
both
,
This
is
a
way
indeede
,
but
your
favour
.
Ro.
Le
ts
have
faire
play
my
Lord
.
Lo.
What
foole
is
he
?
That
having
the
choise
of
Mistresses
will
be
Confinde
to
one
,
and
rob
himselfe
,
I
am
yet
The
favorite
of
both
these
,
is
no
policy
,
I
could
make
shift
with
both
abed
.
Ro.
You
are
merry
?
Lo.
In
troth
,
and
so
I
am
,
and
in
the
minde
I
am
in
,
will
give
my selfe
no
cause
toth
'
contrary
,
d
ee
see
?
I
le
draw
you
both
.
Ho.
How
?
both
.
You
cannot
otherwise
be
reconcil'd
,
I
le
be
content
to
marry
one
,
and
doe
Service
to
th'
others
peticote
,
I
must
tell
you
,
I
am
not
without
president
.
Ho.
There
you
triumph
.
Lo.
Within
the
name
of
Venus
,
�
ha
a
blanke
,
By
this
light
nothing
,
neither
name
nor
marke
.
Both
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Lo.
This
is
a
riddle
yet
.
Ro.
T
is
quickly
solv'd
,
Your
Lordship
was
too
confident
,
We
never
were
at
such
a
losse
my
Lord
,
As
with
the
hazard
of
our
wit
or
honour
To
court
you
with
so
desperate
affection
.
Ho.
By
our
example
know
,
some
Ladies
may
Commend
,
nay
love
a
gentleman
,
and
yet
Be
safe
in
their
owne
thoughts
,
and
see
as
farre
As
modesty
,
and
honour
will
allow
us
,
We
are
still
servants
to
your
Lordship
,
Lo.
Say
so
?
why
looke
you
Ladies
that
you
may
perceive
,
How
I
can
be
temperate
too
;
first
,
I
thanke
you
Heartily
,
and
to
recompence
your
wit
;
Present
another
Lottery
,
you
shannot
Suspect
I
have
a
thought
that
will
betray
Your
innocence
to
scandall
,
let
me
intreate
You
take
your
chance
too
,
this
for
you
Madam
,
And
this
is
left
your
fortune
,
doe
me
honour
To
weare
these
paire
of
Iewells
for
my
sake
,
So
with
a
confidence
of
your
happy
pardon
,
To
what
is
past
hereafter
I
shall
pay
To
your
true
vertues
,
better
service
then
So
unnecessary
trialls
.
Ro.
And
to
shew
We
are
not
coy
my
Lord
,
wee
le
weare
your
Iewell
.
Lo.
And
be
their
ornament
.
Enter
Rainebow
,
Coronell
,
Bostoke
.
Co.
All
happinesse
to
your
Lordship
,
Your
cruells
are
not
full
set
noble
Ladies
.
Lo.
Your
presence
will
so
ne
make
us
active
,
Madam
I
was
bold
.
Bo.
She
has
your
Diamond
my
Lord
.
Lo.
And
can
you
pardon
?
Ro.
Nay
,
nay
,
we
are
friends
,
are
We
not
Madam
?
Luc.
I
were
else
unmercifull
.
Bo.
The
Coronell
too
has
given
me
satisfaction
.
Co.
I
thinke
you
had
enough
.
Bo.
As
much
as
I
desir'd
,
and
here
's
my
hand
,
While
I
can
draw
a
sword
command
me
.
Co.
What
?
Bo.
To
put
it
up
agen
,
all
friends
,
all
friends
,
A
poxe
a
quarrelling
.
Co.
I
kisse
your
hand
sir
.
Bo.
Kisse
my
hand
,
kisse
my
�
noble
Ladies
here
.
Co.
Why
is
Musicke
silent
all
this
while
?
Has
it
no
voyce
to
bid
these
Ladies
welcome
?
A
golden
Ball
descends
,
Enter
Venus
and
Cupid
.
Ve.
Come
Boy
now
draw
thy
powerfull
Bow
,
Here
are
Ladies
hearts
enough
To
be
transfixt
,
this
meeting
is
To
ruffle
Ladies
,
and
to
kisse
,
These
are
my
Orgies
,
from
each
eye
,
A
thousand
wanton
glances
flie
;
Lords
,
and
Ladies
of
the
Game
,
Each
brest
be
full
of
my
owne
flame
:
Why
shootes
not
Cupid
?
these
are
all
,
Met
in
honour
of
my
Ball
,
Which
Paris
gave
to
Ida
hill
,
I
le
maintaine
these
revells
still
:
Why
stayes
Cupid
all
this
while
.
Dia.
Venus
doth
her selfe
beguile
.
Ven.
Diana
here
goe
backe
againe
.
Dia.
These
are
none
of
Venus
traine
,
No
sparke
of
this
Lacivious
fire
,
Dwells
in
their
bosomes
,
no
desire
,
But
what
doth
fill
Diana's
breast
,
In
their
modest
thoughts
doe
rest
.
Venus
this
new
festivall
,
Shall
be
still
Diana's
Ball
:
A
chaste
meeting
ever
here
,
Seeke
thy
votaries
other
where
.
Ven.
You
're
chast
indeede
,
doe
not
we
know
,
You
to
your
sweete-heart
nightly
goe
,
Envying
one
is
not
kist
,
no
you
On
his
face
but
let
fall
dew
;
Some
may
wonder
what
doth
ayle
,
Your
lippes
but
kisses
made
them
pale
Me thinkes
the
Moone
should
blush
,
Dia.
I
doe
Some
times
,
but
t
is
for
such
as
you
:
Then
hide
my selfe
within
a
mist
,
For
shame
to
see
thee
clipt
and
kist
.
Ven.
Draw
Cupid
,
shall
thy
mother
be
Brand
by
a
Huntresse
,
let
me
see
I
want
one
shaft
.
Cu.
Moder
not
so
,
You
may
quickly
breake
my
bow
,
Here
Diana
doth
command
,
My
Bow
is
frozen
to
my
hand
,
Beside
,
the
Ladies
breasts
are
here
,
Such
proofes
against
my
shafts
I
feare
,
Each
arrow
would
to
our
disgrace
,
Breake
,
or
rebound
in
my
owne
face
;
Moder
,
flie
hence
or
you
will
be
,
If
you
le
stay
,
made
as
chaste
as
she
.
Ve.
Can
her
Magicke
charme
them
so
,
Then
t
is
time
that
Venus
goe
To
seek
her
owne
more
choice
delight
,
Against
my
will
,
enjoy
this
night
.
Dia.
Cupid
if
you
meane
to
stay
,
Throw
your
licensious
shafts
away
,
Then
you
are
Love
,
then
be
embrac't
,
Love
is
welcome
while
he
's
chast
;
Now
some
other
straine
to
show
,
What
pleasures
to
this
night
we
owe
.
A
Dance
.
Enter
Barker
,
like
a
Satyre
Dancing
.
Fre.
My
Lord
,
my
Ladies
,
will
you
see
a
Monster
,
I
have
not
met
such
another
in
all
my
travailes
.
Luc.
What
have
we
here
a
Satyre
.
Bo.
No
,
t
is
a
dancing
Beare
.
Lo.
What
is
the
deviso
.
Bar.
Wonder
that
a
Satyre
can
Put
off
wildnesse
and
turne
man
,
Love
,
such
miracles
can
doe
,
But
this
owes
it selfe
to
you
Bright
Lady
.
Ro.
Keepe
the
goblin
from
me
Gentlemen
.
Ba.
You
le
know
me
.
Omnes
,
Barker
.
Ba.
No
more
,
the
Cynicke
,
I
protest
You
have
converted
me
.
Ro.
Your
meaning
Sir
.
Ba.
I
am
the
man
you
did
incourage
Madam
To
learne
to
dance
,
I
shall
doe
better
shortly
,
Your
love
will
perfect
me
,
and
make
me
soft
,
And
smooth
as
any
Reveller
.
Ro.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
my
Love
,
I
am
not
mad
to
love
a
Satyre
,
For
that
's
thy
best
condition
,
judgement
all
,
How
scurvily
this
civility
shewes
in
him
.
Faith
raile
,
and
keepe
your
humour
,
still
it
shewes
excellent
,
Does
he
not
become
the
beast
,
The
Lords
allow
you
pension
.
Omnes
,
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Ba.
You
are
a
Witch
,
I
le
justifie
it
,
and
there
is
not
One
honest
thought
among
the
whole
Sex
of
you
,
d
ee
laugh
,
loose
witted
Ladies
,
there
are
not
In
hell
such
furies
,
that
's
a
comfort
yet
To
him
that
shall
goe
thither
,
he
shall
have
Lesse
torment
after
death
then
he
findes
here
.
Lo.
Why
Barker
?
Ba.
Your
wit
has
got
the
squirte
too
,
I
le
traduce
Your
Ball
for
this
,
and
if
there
be
a
post
,
That
dares
write
mischiefe
,
looke
to
be
worse
Then
executed
.
Exit
.
Lo.
He
will
come
to
himselfe
agen
,
when
he
hath
purg'd
Freshwater
.
Enter
Sir
Stephen
,
and
Sir
Lionell
.
Ste.
Madam
your
servants
begge
this
favour
from
you
.
Ro.
What
i
st
?
Ste.
That
since
your
resolutions
will
admit
No
change
of
hearts
you
will
not
publish
how
We
ha
beene
jeer'd
.
Ro.
Not
jeer'd
,
but
you
came
on
so
desperate
.
Ho.
We
love
our
owne
when
we
preserve
,
Gentlemens
honour
.
Co.
Then
le
ts
tosse
the
Ball
.
Lo.
Signior
Freshwater
,
Fr.
Mercy
and
silence
as
you
are
honourable
.
Lo.
May
it
concerne
these
gentlemen
.
Fr.
Why
if
I
must
gentlemen
,
you
imagine
I
ha
beene
At
Venice
,
but
I
staid
at
Gravesend
All
this
Summer
expecting
a
winde
,
and
finding
it
So
uncertaine
,
will
deferre
the
voyage
till
the
Spring
,
I
am
not
the
first
whom
the
windes
,
and
seas
have
crost
.
Ste.
Then
you
have
crost
no
Sea
?
Fr.
If
you
please
,
I
le
require
But
my
principall
,
and
for
your
good
company
,
I
le
stay
at
home
for
good
,
and
all
to
be
merry
.
Lo.
Nay
,
nay
,
you
shall
goe
your
voyage
,
We
wod
not
have
you
lose
the
benefit
Of
travell
,
when
you
come
home
,
you
may
summon
Your
debters
by
a
drumme
,
and
shewing
your
bagge
Of
certificates
.
Bo.
Receive
your
money
when
you
can
get
it
,
and
be
Knighted
.
Fr.
I
thanke
you
gentlemen
,
I
am
in
a
way
now
,
I
have
sold
my
land
,
and
put
out
my
mony
To
live
I
see
my
heart
wonot
dance
to night
,
I
may
to
Gravesend
in
the
morning
,
I
can
be
but
pickled
in
salt
water
,
and
I
le
Venture
one
drowning
to
be
reveng'd
Agen
,
agen
,
set
,
set
.
A
Dance
.
Luc.
What
thinke
you
of
all
this
?
Co.
To
my
wishes
,
an
innocent
,
and
generous
recreation
.
Lo.
Ladies
and
Gentlemen
,
now
a
banquet
waites
you
,
Be
pleas'd
to
accept
,
t
will
give
you
breath
and
then
,
Renew
our
Revells
,
and
toth
'
Ball
agen
.
Exeunt
Omnes
.