CHANGES: OR, Love in a Maze.  
A comedy, As it was presented at the Private House in Salisbury Court, by the Company of His Majesty's Revels.  
Written by JAMES SHIRLEY, Gent.  
— Deserta per avia dulcis  
Raptat Amor.—  
LONDON: Printed by G. P. for William Cooke, and are to be sold at his shop near Furnival's Inn gate in Holborn, 1632.   

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, THE LADY dorothy SHIRLEY.  
MAdame, who make the glory of your blood  
No privilege at all to be less good;  
Pardon the rudeness of a Comedy,  
That (taught too great ambition) would fly  
To kiss your white hand, and receive from thence  
Both an authority, and innocence.  
'Tis not this great man, nor that Prince, whose fame  
Can more advance a Poem, than your name,  
To whose clear virtue truth is bound, and we,  
That there is so much left for History.  
I do acknowledge custom, that to men  
Such Poems are presented; but my pen  
Is not engaged nor can allow too far  
A Salic Law in Poetry, to bar  
Ladies th'inheritance of wit, whose soul  
Is active, and as able to control,  
As some 'usurp the Chair, which write a style  
To breathe the Reader better than a mile;  
But no such empty titles but my flame;  
Nor will I sin so much, to show their name  
In print; some servile Muses be their drudge,  
That sweat to find a Patron, not a judge.  
To you, great Lady, then, in whom do meet  
Candour and judgement, humble as your feet  
I vow these Papers, wishing you may see  
joys multiplied, to your eternity.  
Your honour's devoted Servant, I A. SHIRLEY.   

Prologus.  
THat Muse whose Song within another Sphere  
Hath pleased some, and of the best, whose ear  
Is able to distinguish strains that are  
Clear, and Phoebean, from the popular;  
And sinful dregs of the adulterate brain,  
By me salutes your Candour once again;  
And begs this noble favour, that this place,  
And weak performances may not disgrace  
His fresh Thalia; 'las our Poet knows  
we have no name, a torrent overflows  
Our little Island, miserable we,  
Do every day play our own Tragedy:  
But 'tis more noble to create than kill,  
He says, and if but with his flame, your will  
Would join, we may obtain some warmth, and prove  
Next them that now do surfeit with your love.  
Encourage our beginning, nothing grew  
Famous at first, and Gentlemen, if you  
Smile on this barren Mountain, soon it will,  
Become both fruitful and the muse's hill.   

The Actors names.  

Master Goldsworth, father to Chrysolina and Aurelia.  
Master Woodhamore, Uncle to Eugenia.  
Master Thornay Gentlemen Lovers of Chrysolina, Aurelia and Eugenia.  
Master Gerard Gentlemen Lovers of Chrysolina, Aurelia and Eugenia.  
Master Yongrave Gentlemen Lovers of Chrysolina, Aurelia and Eugenia.  
Master Caperwit, a Poetaster.  
Sir Gervace Simple.  
Bird, Caperwit's Page.  
Thump, Sir Gervace's Man.  
Servants.  
Dancer.  
Mistress Goldsworth.  
Chrysolina.  
Aurelia.  
Eugenia.    

CHANGES OR, Love in a Maze.  

Actus primus, Scena primas.  Enter at one door Sir john Woodhamore, and Master Goldsworth, at the other M. Gerard, and Master Yongrave. Golds. 
I Heard your Niece, Sir, was not well, you should encourage her to take the air some times.  Woo. 
Indeed she's somewhat melancholy, and keeps  
Her chamber:  Gol. 
'T may prove inconvenient for  
Her health, does she not languish for a husband?  
Take heed o'th' green disease.  Woo. 
I'll find a cure,  
If that will do't; your daughters are not yet  
Disposed of?  Gol. 
No, but we have clients daily  
That visit their affections; and while  
We are speaking, here is one.  Woo. 
Ha, which of them? I hope not Master Yongrave.  
He would engage his service to my Niece,  
I shall not think him worthy, if he have  
Two Hares afoot.  Gol. 
He is a stranger to me,  
But Master Gerard that holds conference with him,  
Maintains some correspondence with my daughters:  
Pray let's observe.  Ge. 
Prithee come, venture in.  Yon. 
No farther, you have obligation,  
Excuse me, I have affairs, some other time  
I'll wait on you.  Ge. 
What needs this ceremony?  
The fair ones will not blast you.  Yon. 
'Twere a sin,  
To think their beams could hurt.  Ge. 
Faith, I could wish  
Thy affection not engaged, there's so much beauty  
And goodness in this pair of sisters.  Yon. 
Do not  
Make me suspect your friendship, you would wish  
Me miserable, not that I dispute  
Their merit, but I must not yield to that  
Will bring my faith and honour into question;  
I have a Mistress, be you happy Sir in yours.  Woo. 
I like this well, let's interrupt 'em;  
Good fortune Master Yongrave.  Yon. 
You are Sir,  
Most opportunely met.  Gol. 
Kind Master Gerard.  Yon. 
I had a present resolution,  
To visit you at home, and your fair kinswoman.  Ge. 
I shall be bold.  Gol. 
Pray enter.  Woo. 
we'll together: I take my leave.  Go. 
I am your humble servant,  Woo. 
Come Master Yongrave. Exuent.  Go. 
This Gerard is a Gentleman of handsome parts,  
And they say fortuned, diligent in's courtship:  
But it concerns me to be careful in  
Disposing of my children.  Enter Servant. Ser. 
Sir Gervace Simple Sir, is newly entered,  Gol. 
His wisdom must be welcome: there's a Knight  
With Lordships, but no manors, one that has  
But newly cast his country skin, came up  
To see the fashions of the Town, has crept  
Into a Knighthood which he paid for heartily  
And in his best clothes is suspected for  
A Gentleman.  Enter Sir Ger. Simple, and his man Thumpe. Sim. 
Thump, I have not yet the face to speak to her, but  
'Tis no matter, and I can get her father's and mother's good will.  Thu. 
You have her mother's already.  Sim. 
ay, ay, she's a Matron as they say, I came over her with  
My Knighthood, and begot a consent upon her quickly: I  
Perceive 'tis an advantage for a man to wear spurs,  
The rowel of Knighthood does jingle in the ear of their  
Understanding.  Thu. 
I do wonder Sir, that you speak so well now, and  
Want the audacity as they say to talk to your Mistress.  Sim. 
So do I too, but I cannot help it: I was a Gentleman  
Thou knowest but other day. I have yet but a few  
Compliments, within a while I shall get more impudence  
And then have at her.  Thu. 
The father.  Sim. 
Pray heaven you may be saved, Sir.  Go. 
Y'are charitable.  Sim. 
I am come Sir to do my business.  Go. 
How Sir?  Sim. 
You may imagine as they say, and so forth your  
Daughter is a very fine Gentlewoman, and may in due time be a Lady,  
For I do love her by this Mullet, there's a touch of my Heraldry.  Gol. 
Have you acquainted her,  
How much you mean to honour us, how far  
Have you engaged her liking?  Sim. 
Nay, I ne'er spoke to her in my life, nor do not mean in haste.  Gol. 
How Sir?  Sim. 
Not in haste Sir, 'twere no good manners to speak hastily to a Gentlewoman, to talk post (as they say) to his Mistress; I am resolved to have your consent first, and then.  Gol. 
It argues your discretion;  Sim. 
I think so, some wiser than some, faith how do y'like my face.  Gol. 
I have seen worse in a beard,  Sim. 
Oh, ho, I took my choice of forty, this morning.  Gol. 
Did you so?  Sim. 
My man knows I broke a Looking. glass into forty pieces,  
I am sure, and this was the best face I could find among  
'Em all, look in my forehead, hast any skill in Palmistry?  Gol. 
Not I, Sir.  Sim. 
But this is nothing to the purpose (as they say,)  
Where is my beautiful Mistress, your Daughter?  Gol. 
Which of 'em?  Sim. 
No matter which.  Gol. 
They are both within.  Sim. 
Oh, 'tis well, I will not speak with her, I told you  
Before, but I hope I shall have your good Will.  Gol. 
You mean to marry her.  Sim. 
My Chaplain shall.  Gol. 
You are witty; I hope Sir, you will give me leave (as  
They say) to deliberate, for after your example, I would  
Do nothing rashly, I will not give you my consent in  
Hast Sir.  Sim. 
'Tis wisdom, I can tarry, 'tis fit I should, commend  
Me to the Virgin.  As he goes forth he meets Mistress Goldsworth. Mis. 
What, leaving us already, noble Sir?  
Why husband, what do y'meanmeane? no more respect  
To a man honourable? y'are not going Sir?  Sim. 
Yes faith, I love to be going, I cannot abide to stand  
Still, Thump, take off my cloak; does my Rapier become Me?  Thu. 
Excellent well.  Sim. 
This 'tis to be a complete Gentleman, what a coxcomb was I before I came to town, the country breeds so many Clowns; dost think my tenants will know me now I am disguised  Go. 
But what assurance can he give me, wife,  
That he is able to get children?  
For that's a thing material; I would not  
Willingly sacrifice my daughter to  
An Eunuch, and such a one may that Knight be,  
For aught I know.  Mis. 
What do you talk of children?  
Is he not honourable, a proper Knight?  Sim. 
She does commend me; do not put on my cloak yet, let her survey my person.  Mis. 
Shall not our daughter be a Lady, and I a  
Lady's mother? And the Heralds know  
That is some privilege; you have seen many Eunuchs  
With a black beard; he is a man I warrant him,  
He has the right hair, Husband, for a woman,  
I know it by experience: tell not me,  
Suppose he were an Eunuch, he I say  
Is honourable, and anybody can get children,  
That's the least thing of a hundred  
And the woman be but fruitful.  Sim. 
Now I'll take my leave.  Mis. 
will't please you Sir, to walk in, and speak to my daughter?  Sim. 
No, I think it not the best way to speak to her, as I said,  
In haste, what if I had an inventory of my good parts  
First drawn to prepare her.  Gol. 
And his father had not left him more land than brain,  
His worship had been but a poor fool.  Sim. 
Well, if she understand signs, have at her.  Mis. 
Come, I will direct you. Exeunt.  Gol. 
My wife is passionate and affects this Knight  
For's title, but I hope my daughter will  Enter Servant. 
Submit to my election: how now:  Ser. 
Here is a Gentleman desires access to you.  Gol. 
A Gentleman?  Ser. 
He may be a Lord by his train,  
A Page waits on him.  Gol. 
Some fresh Inamorato.  Enter Caperwit, and his Page. Cap. 
Save you Sir.  Gol. 
And you Sir.  Cap. 
You do not know me?  Gol. 
Not I Sir.  Cap. 
'Tis very likely: you have a daughter.  Gol. 
I have two:  Cap. 
Two? the better, there is more choice,  
They want husbands.  Gol. 
'Twill become my care to provide 'em good ones.  Cap. 
You say well, what do y' think of me?  Gol. 
I know you not.  Cap. 
You told me that afore: may I see ''em?  Gol. 
They are not to be let out Sir by lease,  
Or yearly rent.  Cap. 
You mistake me; I come not for a lodging.  Gol. 
Nor to lie with them?  Cap. 
I come to take ''em Sir, another way:  
What portions have they?  Go. 
You should be a purse-taker, by your enquiry  
After their money, they have a round portion, Sir.  Cap. 
What's that?  Go. 
A cipher.  Cap. 
How?  Go. 
Nothing. I hope you have no mind to marry.  Cap. 
Ex nihilo nihil fit. I came to offer myself a  
Servant in affection to one of your daughters, but  
Nothing has converted me.  Go. 
Do y'hearheare Sir, a fine humorist: if they marry with  
My consent, I can make figures, which added to  
Their ciphers, may make up 2000 pound apiece: what  
Is your name?  Cap. 
My name is Caperwit.  Go. 
Y'ave a dancing Name, I do not think, but you  
Write all the corantoes.  Ca. 
Wit! wit by Mercury! I shall love thy daughters the  
Better for that: do they affect Poetry?  Go. 
They read nothing else.  Ca. 
Then they are wise; 'tis a seraphic contemplation;  
I'll furnish them with the most excellent Poems—  Go. 
Of your own composition?  Ca. 
That is intimated, when I say excellent;  
Your daughters shall be judge, let 'em vouchsafe  
A subject to my muse, and prove the height  
Of my imaginations.  Go. 
They are entering.  Enter Gerard, Chrisolina, Aurelia. Cap. 
Thus breaks Aurora from the Eastern hills,  
And chaseth night away, let me salute  
Your rosy cheek—  Ch. 
Good morrow to you Sir, there is but one Aurora,  
What do y' make my Sister pray?  Cap, 
She is the Sun itself.  Au. 
No Sir, I am the daughter of that Gentleman,  
No sun I'll assure you.  Ca. 
Whose golden beams do gild this lower world,  
Transfixing hearts, converting ribs of ice  
Into a flame.  Ge. 
What buffoonery is this?  Ch. 
let's hear his speech out, and my Sister be the Sun,  
we shall have day enough: a pretty Pageant!  Au. 
Prithee do not mind him.  Cap. 
Virgins, that equal all the graces, and  
Only in this, that you are two, beneath them.  
The miracles of beauty! for whose eyes  
The Persians might forsake their god, and pay  
Religious honour to this flame— what's he?  Go. 
A Gentleman, that would endear himself.  Cap. 
Has he any fancies in him? Can he ravish  
The Ladies?  Go. 
Ravish Ladies Sir? that's a dangerous matter.  Ca. 
How many raptures does he talk a day?  
Is he transported with Poetic rage?  
When was he styled Imperial wit? who are  
The Prince Electors in his Monarchy?  
Can he like Celtic Hercules, with chains  
Of his divine tongue, draw the gallant tribe  
Through every street, whilst the grave senator  
Points at him; as he walks in triumph, and  
Doth wish, with half his wealth, he might be young,  
To spend it all in Sack, to hear him talk  
Eternal Sonnets to his Mistress? ha?  
Who loves not verse is damned—  Go. 
How Sir? This Gentleman dares fight.  Cap. 
Who will fight with him?  Go. 
You do not know his disposition.  Cap. 
But I will, Sir; I have a great ambition to be of your acquaintance, I hope you will excuse these fancies of mine, though I were borne a Poet I will study to be your servant in Prose, yet if now and then my brains do sparkle, I cannot help it, raptures will out, my Motto is Quicquid conabor, the midwife wrapped my head up in a sheet of Sir Philip Sidney that inspired me, and my nurse descended from old Chaucer, my conversation has been among the furies, and if I meet you in Apollo, a pottle of the best Ambrosia in the house, shall wait upon you.  Enter Sir Gervase Simple, and Mistress Goldsworth. Mis. 
They are here Sir, at full view.  Cap. 
What's he?  Mis. 
A Knight I'll assure you.  Cap. 
Does he come  
A wooing to the Ladies?  Gol. 
After the Spanish fashion—  
afar off.  Mis. 
Daughter, I must counsel you to respect  
This honourable man, you do not know  
What 'tis to be a Lady, and take place,  
Such titles come not every day, observe  
With what a comely garb he walks, and how  
He bends his subtle body, take him a my word,  
A man of his complexion loves a woman naturally.  Cap. 
A pretty motion.  Mis. 
Pray come nearer Sir.  Sim. 
You shall pardon me for that, I know  
My distance.  Cap. 
Will he not speak to her?  Gol. 
You should do well to furnish him with an oration, a spoonful of Aganippe's well, and a little of your Salt, would season, if not pickle him.  Cap. 
Should I so waste the bright Minerva's dew, to pickle a Mushroom?  Sim. 
Thump, she looks upon me, to say truth, I am but a bashful puppy.  Thu. 
Your worship is more than a puppy.  Sim. 
ay, I know I am an old dog at her mother, but and I should be hanged, I have not impudence enough to speak to her: does not that Gentleman laugh at me?  Thu. 
He is very merry with her father.  Sim. 
'Tis very suspicious, would I had a good jest to get of withal.  Au. 
You shall command the duty of a daughter,  
But I hope mother, you will give me leave  
To love before I marry I have yet  
No argument of his affection,  
But what you please to bring me it becomes not  
My modesty to court him, and give up  
My heart before I hear him say, he means  
To meet and entertain it.  Mis. 
'Tis a fault, and I must blame him, that he is no forwarder.  Ca. 
I will accuse him—  Gol. 
Do so.  Au. 
Love, forgive me this excuse, my heart is fixed,  
I find another written here.  Ca. 
I do salute you, venerable Sir.  Sim. 
You may salute me at your pleasures, but you are mistaken, I am no more venerable than yourself; my name is Sir Gervace Simple.  Thu. 
And I am one of his Gentleman Ushers, Sir, that follow him.  Ca. 
Heroic Sir, I do adore your physnomy. Now by the dust of my Progenitors—  Sim. 
There's a fine oath!  Ca. 
You look like the Nine Worthies.  Sim. 
I have been taken for 'em a hundred times.  Cap. 
Fairer than Pluto's self king of the shades.  Sim. 
That King was a poor kinsman of mine, and indeed we had one complexion.  Ca. 
The Devil you had?  Sim. 
Sir, I am sorry, I cannot stay wi'y', but pray if you meet any of the nine Worthies, or my x Pluto, commend me to 'em, I shall be glad to meet you, or them, at any Tavern, between Cheap and Charing-cross, and so I remain yours, or not his own, sau's compliment.  Mis. 
When will you please Sir Gervace, to visit us again? Nay, it shall be yours. He compliments, Exeunt.  Sim. 
Now my foot's in.  Ca. 
But that I see't, I should not have believed there were such a fool in nature.  Ge. 
In this variety of servants, I  
Acknowledge you greatly honour me, and in the presence  
Of both your parents to vouchsafe this favour,  
Doubly obliges me.  Ch. 
You are most welcome.  Au. 
You may believe my sister, she ne'er speaks  
But by direction of her heart.  Ger. 
I am confident,  
Nor hath she any virtue, which you do not  
Divide with her; your twins in birth and goodness!  Au. 
Y'are bountiful in character.  Gol. 
I'll not oppose you Sir, and you can win their opinion.  Cap. 
'Tis enough, I shall be proud to serve you;  
But at this present, with your noble licence,  
I take my leave, there is a Lord expects  
To meet me at a Tavern, that has come  
fourscore and nineteen mile, to hear an elegy of  
My composition  Gol. 
He deserves to enjoy you.  Cap. 
I'll attend the Ladies, when my stars will be more propitious, i'th' interim wearing your beautiful figures in my heart, I kiss your white hand— Exit.  Ger. 
I think the stock of his discourse be wasted,  
And he returns to take up more on's credit,  
Until he break again, the Town is full  
Of these vainglorious flashes.  Gol. 
Chrysolina,  
You see what store of servants ye attract,  
Plenty of lovers but I hope you will  
Be ruled, and take my counsel: which of all  
And be plain wi'memee, hold you best opinion of?  Ch. 
You will not Sir, be angry, if I answer you justly.  Gol. 
No no, tell me.  Ch. 
I confess,  
I now do feel the power of love, until  
That Gentleman—  Gol. 
Which, which Gentleman?  Ch. 
By his fair merit, won my heart's consent,  
I had my freedom.  Gol. 
Master Gerard?  Ch. 
The same, oh Sir, there's no comparison  
With him and those that proffer us their service:  
Sir Gervace is but title, other noise,  
Empty of all reality and worth,  
There is my choice, more precious to my thoughts, Pointing to Ger.  
Than all mankind without him, and I hope  
You will be kind in your allowance Sir.  Gol. 
You might have used less haste in your election,  
Or first acquainted me, you shall do well  
To keep possession of your heart awhile;  
But I'll consider; send your sister to me:  
What say you daughter to Sir Gervace?  Au. 
Nothing, as much as he hath said to me.  
I affect worth, not show; and in my choice  
I hope your judgement Sir will meet.  Gol. 
I like this well, be obedient.  Au. 
What think you Sir, of Master Gerard?  Gol. 
You do not love him?  Au. 
I should then belie  
My heart when I deny him my best love,  
He needs not boast his worth, like those whom Nature  
And Art have left unfurnished, he's a man  
For birth, for education, for his fortune,  
Worthy a nobler wife, than she that now  
Commends him to you.  Gol. 
Would you marry him?  Au. 
I know not that man in the world beside,  
I would call husband, in my soul I am  
Already his, and if you will not be  
Held cruel to your daughter—  Gol. 
How's this?  
Both in love with the same man? my care will be  
To a great purpose, this is very strange;  
Send your sister to me; come hither, come hither,  
You are not yet contracted to that Gentleman.  Ch 
No such thing has passed.  Go. 
But you are content to take him for your bridegroom, I mean Master Gerard.  Ch. 
And call it happiness;  Go. 
Your mother calls: so, so, do you hear? Aurelia, do you love that Gentleman?  Au. 
Yes.  Gol. 
Very good, when your wedding clothes come home, pray give me leave to pay for 'em, and the dinner too. I say nothing of a portion, go after your sister: hum, this is very pretty, faith, let me be bold to ask you a question Sir.  Ger. 
My answer shall be just, and free.  Gol. 
Which of my daughters do you love best?  
As y'are a Gentleman the truth, if you affect either, it  
Is quickly answered.  Ge. 
The truth is, as you ask, I love neither.  Gol. 
How, do you love none of 'em both, they are very well rewarded.  Ge. 
Love neither of them best, they are so equal in beauty, and desert, by both I swear, I cannot prefer any.  Gol. 
You'd not have two wives against the Statute?  Ge. 
When I have the happiness to speak with one alone,  
There's so much sweetness in her, such a troop  
Of graces waiting on her words and actions,  
I love her infinitely, and think it blessing  
To see her smile, but when the tother comes  
In presence, in her eye she brings a charm  
To make me dote on her; I am divided,  
And like the trembling Needle of a Dial,  
My heart's afraid to fix, in such a plenty  
I have no star to sail by.  Gol. 
This is stranger.  
Than all the rest, but do you love 'em both?  Ger. 
I dare not call it my misfortune Sir,  
And yet I know not.—  Gol. 
What will become of'is?  
is't possible? My daughter will be mad if this humour  
Hold, and I am little better while I think on't:  
I'll to 'em again. Exit.  Ger. 
On whom shall I complain for my hard fate?  
Love is not innocent enough to be  
A child, yet Poets give him Deity,  
Fond men! prove it in me, thou quivered Boy,  
That love with equal flame two Mistresses,  
I will believe thee a god, and kiss thy dart,  
Furnish my bosom with another heart. Exit.   

Actus Secundus.  Enter Sir john Woodhamore, Master Yongrave. Woodhamore. 
I Am her Keeper; expect here a while,  
And I'll prepare her. Exit.  Yon. 
I'll attend; poor Gentlewoman,  
Borne with more freedom than thou livest, thy parents  
Left thee not rich to be a prisoner,  
Nay worse, a prey to this hard man, who hath  
Sold thee already, for if I obtain  
Thy love— I hear 'em coming.  Enter Eugenia. Woodham. Wood. 
Gentle Niece,  
Misconstrue not my actions, 'tis my care  
Of thee, and to satisfy the duty  
I owe to my dead Brother, thy kind parent:  
I thus restrain thee, thou art young, and canst not.  
Being so good thyself, suspect the world  
Hath any false men in't; I know there are  
Gallants, that study to undo such Virgins  
As thou art, that will flatter and betray  
Thy fortunes to their riot, this unhappiness  
I would prevent, and have new found a man,  
Into whose arms I may deliver up  
The wealth that I am trusted with.  Eug. 
he's welcome: Pray what's your business?  Yon. 
You may understand, partly by what your Uncle hath delivered.  Eug. 
You come a-wooing do ye not? Heigho!  Yon. 
How's this?  Woo. 
I'll leave you at opportunity. Exit.  Eug. 
Troth, if you be a good man, be not tedious,  
I do not love set speeches nor long praises,  
I hope y'ave made no verses o'my hair,  
Acrostics o'my name, I hate them worse  
Than witchcraft, or the place I live in: if  
You be a suitor, put me out of my pain,  
Quickly I beseech you.  Yon. 
I am one would be your servant.  Eug. 
My servant? what can you do?  Yon. 
I can love you.  Eug. 
I cannot help it, 'tis none of my fault.  Yon. 
Your beauty makes me,  
Which cannot be without as fair a soul.  
I dare believe my eyes, which till this present,  
Could never reach more than your face, and that  
At too unkind a distance, from your window;  
I have inquired your fortune, and lamenting  
With loving pity, such a noble creature  
Should be confined to narrow limits, come  
To bring you freedom, make you mistress of  
Your liberty, and myself, if you can think  
Me worthy of your love: I do not court  
Your fortune, but yourself, and if I urge  
With too much haste, what great ones might be proud  
To expect, after much suit, and that you cannot  
Find in your tongue consent, encourage me,  
But for the present with one smile.  Eug. 
I cannot,  
Unless I counterfeit, I have not smiled  
These ten months; if a sigh will pleasure you,  
I can afford enough to break your heart,  
And yet I live. Walk into the other room,  
You'll find an alteration in the air,  
And think you come into a mist, which I  
Made all with my own sighs, but I would not  
Infect you so; you seem an honest Gentleman.  Yon. 
Her sorrows help the growth of my affection;  
What will she be in peace, that is so lovely  
In her distress; I wish you would impose  
Something on me, to settle your sad thoughts,  
I would embrace a danger, to assure  
The quiet of your mind.  Eug. 
'Tis in the power  
Of one, that would be kind to help me, but—  Yon. 
Make me that friend.  Eug. 
You may love me too much,  
To undertake that task.  Yon. 
Too much I cannot.  Eug. 
Oh yes, for though I should esteem him dear,  
And call him my true friend, that in this storm  
Would lend a cord to save me, yet such is  
The misery of the employment, he must not  
Love me too well that does it.  Yon. 
be more plain  
And let me never hope to be called yours,  
If I refuse any command, that may  
Or profit, or delight you.  Eug. 
I release these hasty  
Protestations.  Yon. 
I pray trust me.  Eug. 
I will, although  
Every syllable you speak, makes me suspect,  
You will repent this freedom. If you will do  
A grateful Office to me, in your person,  
Give this paper to a Gentleman. gives him a letter.  Yon. 
Your name?  Eug. 
In the direction  
You'll find it, with all necessary circumstance  
To meet with him  Yon. 
This all: you do not well.  
To mock my honest heart with this cheap service.  
I was in earnest, when I promised more,  
Than carriage of a letter.  Eug. 
If you please  
To make it then a perfect act of Nobleness,  
You may take notice, that I long have loved him,  
And if you find him cold, in the perusal:  
Tell him I had the promise of his faith,  
When I gave up my heart, i'th' presence of  
A thousand Angels, that will witness it:  
If yet he be not soft to stir up his  
Compassion, tell him how I live, and languish,  
You may report you saw me weep, I have not  
Much more to say, if you will do this favour,  
'twill be an argument of your respect,  
I see your resolution cools already.  Yon. 
'tis a severe employment, but I'll do  
Something, pray honour me to kiss your hand,  
I have not yet deserved to reach your lip:  
Content dwell in your bosom.  Enter Woodhamore. Wood. 
What success?  Yon. 
I hope well, some affairs  
Call me away. Exit.  Wood. 
Good Master Yongrave: how do you like this Gentleman.  Eug. 
I shall desire to see him again, my heart  
Is light upon sudden, please you Uncle  
I'll in, and play a lesson o'my Lute. Exit.  Wood. 
Do what you please, I relish not your air,  
That's only sweet to me that profit brings,  
There is no music without golden strings.  Enter Chrisolina, Aurelia. Ch. 
Was ever Maid so miserable in her affection?  Au. 
Is not my fate as cruel?  
Cannot we love him still, and yet be sisters?  
I hope we may; the love I bear to him  
Shall not destroy my piety to you:  
Nature hath framed us two in person, but we are both one in heart.  Ch. 
Indeed we are; we are too much one,  
And both love one too much, for either to enjoy him.  Au 
Say not so, give me a little time and I will try  
How I can give him you; I will persuade  
My heart to let him go.  Ch. 
Alas poor sister,  
Why should you give him me? it is no argument;  
Because I came one minute into life  
Before you, therefore you should render first  
To me, what is so precious to yourself;  
Rather let me begin, that was first made  
Acquainted to the world, resign to thee,  
And make thee happy by enjoying him.  Au. 
But do you know the miserable consequence?  
For if you love him with that truth, and fervour  
You speak of, (as it were a sin in me  
Not to believe it,) can you look for less  
Than death, to see me mistress of his faith,  
And lead in nuptial triumph to the Church?  Ch. 
I cannot tell—  Au. 
Or if it did not kill you  
So soon, I know the sorrow would distract you.  
How can I smile to see my sister weep,  
Away her eyes, and tell the jarring minutes  
With hasty sighs to know herself forsaken?  Ch. 
And can it be, you could do less, that love him  
As well as I, to see him made my husband,  
Would it not make you melancholy sister,  
And oft retire into the dark to weep,  
Could you behold us freely kiss, embrace  
And go to bed together, remembering that  
You gave this friend to me from your own  
Heart, and live?  Au. 
Why let me die then,  
Rather than you, I shall perhaps obtain  
Some charitable Epitaph, to tell  
The world, I died to save my sister's life;  
'tis no such thing to die.  Ch. 
This is again  
Our misery, it is not in our power  
Be resignation, to assure to either  
His love, he only must determine it,  
we cannot guide his passion.  Au. 
Nor himself  
Direct it, as he now appears divided,  
May be, it would be fortunate for both,  
Would he be more particular.  Ch. 
That makes  
Our flame increase, that he protests he loves  
Us both, so equally.  Au. 
'Tis very strange.  Ch. 
Let us then join our argument to persuade him,  
To point out one of us to be his Bride,  
Tother in time, may hope to gain her freedom;  
I know not what I say— we both must plead  Enter Gerard. 
Against ourselves: see, he is come already.  Ge. 
The scales are even still, that one had less  
Perfection, to make the doubtful balance  
Give difference in their value; but I wrong  
Their virtues to wish either any want,  
That equally incline my soul to love 'em.  
justice I now consent, thou shouldst be blind,  
My eyes are but the cause I cannot see,  
And will not give my judgement leave to make  
Distinction of these two Democritus,  
I do allow thy rashness, ad confess  
Than thou didst rectify thy contemplation  
When thou didst lose thy sight. Which of these two  
Instruct me love, that other? both? what fate  
Hovers about my choice? Were it not sin  
I would be blind, as Poets fancy love,  
Into whom now I am transformed, that then  
My soul not looking through these glasses, might  
With inward speculation aim at her,  
That is the happiest, if one can be so.  Ch. 
Sir, if we be not troublesome—  Ge. 
You cannot.  Au. 
To interrupt your meditations, we have a suit.  Ge. 
Both? it must needs be granted,  Ch. 
Nor let us suffer in our modesties,  
If our request seem strange.  Ge. 
'tis a command,  
And I must needs obey; you two divide this Empires  Ch. 
You prepare; we dispute not  
The strangeness of your love, but pity it,  
And are so ready in our own affection  
To answer your opinion of us both,  
That if you can collect, what divide  
On two, and place it fairly upon one,  
Choose whom you will make happy.  Au. 
We expect not  
Your hasty answer, though we both desire  
A swift end to your trouble.  Ge. 
I pray stay. Exit.  
I would determine now, but cannot— fair ones,  
Was ever lover so perplexed? I must resolve.  Enter Master Thornay. Tho. 
Why how now Frank? what melancholy?  Ger. 
How came you hither?  Tho. 
Why o'my feet:  
I was at your lodging to inquire for you,  
And here they told me I should find you.  Ge. 
Yes,  
Here I am lost indeed; prithee excuse my dulness.  Tho. 
What's the matter, come I guess  
The cause, which of these Gentlewomen is't? I saw 'em.  Ge. 
Didst? and how dost like 'em prithee?  Tho. 
I do like 'em so well, that I could wish—  Ge. 
Which, which of them?  Tho. 
Faith I cannot tell, the worst of 'em both a-bed wi'me.  Ge. 
Thy wishes are  
Not modest: couldst thou love one of them nobly?  
Ha? thou hast a person and fortune to invite thy  
Entertainment, come let me counsel you.  Tho. 
To what?  Ge. 
To love, and to a blessing: couldst thou see  
So sweet a pair, and feel no burning shaft?  
Hast thou a soul about thee, that is capable  
Of knowledge and delight? didst ever love?  Tho. 
Yes once, and I think heartily, for the time,  
But I ha' drowned her.  Ge. 
How?  Tho. 
In Sack, I think as gallants lose their Mistresses,  
By drinking their health too often.  Ge. 
Prithee do not trifle.  Tho. 
What wouldst have me answer? I can love.  Ge. 
A woman?  Tho. 
What dost make of me?  Ge. 
With honour?  Tho. 
And honesty, if I see cause.  Ge. 
Enough; thou shalt have cause  
Within two minutes, shalt but see again  
These sisters, and be proud to be a servant,  
I prophesy already; oh my friend!  Tho. 
Pray take me wi'you.  Ge. 
Yes, thou shalt go with me  
And speak to 'em, and be amazed as I am,  
To know there are such creatures.  Tho. 
I ha' seen a multitude of fair ones.  Ge. 
All other women  
Are but like pictures in a gallery,  
Set off to th'eye, and have no excellency  
But in their distance; but these two, far off  
Shall tempt thee to just wonder, and drawn near  
Can satisfy thy narrowest curiosity:  
The stock of woman hath not two more left,  
To rival them in graces.  Tho. 
You speak for 'em,  
I may go farther, and fare worse,—. I'll not  
Consider more on't, let's to 'em, stay—  
Which of these two's your mistress? let me know  
Where to direct my service.  Ge. 
That question  
Hath puzzled me already.  Tho. 
Say, which is't you best affect?  Ge. 
I love 'em both, so equally,  
I know not which to name.  Tho. 
How, both? what then  
Should I do with 'em? art thou mad?  Ge. 
A little,  
Contain thyself, and call thy reason to thee,  
Although it be the cruelty of my fate,  
I can be no bar to thee; I can enjoy  
But one, and yet thou shalt have choice  
Of both, thou art not thus my rival,  
But my friend, relief of my distraction for she  
Whom thou refusest, if thou canst endear thyself to either,  
In my heart shall meet a clear and perfect entertainment.  Tho. 
Hum.  Ger. 
Canst thou resolve? win either,  
And we both grow happy at once.  Tho. 
You say well, this is fair—  Ger. 
They are here.  Enter Simple and M. Golds. at one door, and Thump, Chris. and Aurel. at the other. Mis. 
With your favour I must chide you Sir, not once speak to My daughter, she expects to be courted with kisses and embraces.  Sim. 
ay, ay, I could kiss her all over, and embrace her too, but I have an imperfediment, I cannot speak as I would do; but let me alone a little, I'll try, let me see, and I ha' not forgot my verses.  Mis. 
Here they are, I'll not trouble you. Exit.  Ger. 
I will leave this Gentleman;  
He is my best friend Ladies.  Ch. 
You oblige us more to respect him.  Ger. 
I hope you will be just,  
At my return, when I declare myself.  Au. 
Sir, you sha'not need to urge it.  Ger. 
I am your honourer. Exit.  Sim. 
Now Thump, I am resolved to speak to her, whatsoever Come on't; hum, hum. Enter Mr. Goldsworth.  Gol. 
What another suitor?  
I were best lock up my daughters, they'll be smothered with Gentlemen: Sir Gervace you are a welcome man.  Sim. 
You shall see, if I do not speak to her, now  
Now, and to the purpose, in spite of the devil.  Thump 
Stroke me o'th' back. He plucks Aur. by the gown.  
There's something in my head, and 'twere out.  Thu. 
I hope you do not mean your brains.  Sim. 
Would somebody loved me, but as well, as I loved Somebody.  Au. 
Now 'tis out.  Sim. 
La you there, I think I talked to her.  Gol. 
But in my opinion you were quickly daunted.  Sim. 
Was I so? well mark me now, now, I will wink As hard as I can, and then I'm sure she cannot put me out.  Enter Caperwit. Sim. takes Cap. by the hand. Sim. 
Beauty—  Cap. 
How now? what means this?  Sim. 
Let me but kiss thy hand, and tell  
How much I love thee; I know very well  
Thou art a Phoenix, beauteous and bright,  
And dost burn every man for thy delight  
Thy eyes are Sun and Moon, not to be matched.  Ch. 
This was intended for you sister.  Sim. 
Thy hair is fine as gold, thy chin is hatched  
With silver, needs must brazen be my face,  
That cannot come into thee with a grace.  Cap. 
Before or after meat.  Sim. 
Sweet, hear me out.  
But this I know, I am thy faithful Lover,  
Oh quench my fire.  Cap. 
Or else the pot runs over.  Sim. 
Y'are in the right:  
Accept me for thy servant, not thy foe,  
For I do love thee better than any man in the whole world can do.  Cap. 
Come kiss me then, and open thy fair eyen.  Sim. 
With all my heart.  Om. 
Ha, ha.  Sim. 
Gentlemen, rest you merry; Thump,  
By this hand I'll be drunk presently.  Thu. 
And you had taken my counsel, you had done so  
Before you came hither: Wine is armour of proof. Exeunt.  Cap. 
Ladies I am sorry, this rude fellow has  
Abused your ear, with harsh, and untuned numbers.  Gol. 
Your verses have a tune belike  Cap. 
I came a purpose, to present a copy  
Of verses that should make your genius stand  
O'th' tiptoe, list to me, and grow immortal.  Ch. 
We shall be troubled now.  Tho. 
If please you Lady  
we'll walk aside, I have something of more weight  
I would impart. Ex.  Au. 
I'll leave him too. Exit.  Gol. 
Master Caperwit, before you read, pray tell me,  
Have your verses any adjectives?  Cap. 
Adjectives, would you have a Poem without  
Adjectives? they are the flowers, the grace of all our language:  
A well chosen Epithet doth give new soul  
To fainting Poesy, and makes every verse  
A bride, with Adjectives we bait our lines,  
When we do fish for Gentlewomen's loves,  
And with their sweetness catch the nibbling ear  
Of amorous Ladies, with the music of  
These ravishing Nouns, we charm the silken Tribe,  
And make the Gallant melt with apprehension  
Of the rare word: I will maintain 't against  
A bundle of Grammarians, in Poetry,  
The Substantive itself, cannot subsist  
Without an Adjective.  Gol. 
But for all that,  
Those words would sound more full, methinks, that are not  
So larded, and if I might counsel you,  
You should compose a Sonnet clean without 'em:  
A row of stately Substantives, would march  
Like Switzers, and bear all the field before 'em;  
Carry their weight, show fair like Deeds enrolled,  
Not Writs, that are first made, and after filled.  
Thence first came up the title of blank verse,  
You know Sir, what blank signifies? when the sense  
First framed, is tied with Adjectives like points,  
And could not hold together without wedges:  
Hang't 'tis pedantic, vulgar Poetry,  
Let children when they versify, stick here,  
And there these piddling words for want of matter:  
Poets write Masculine numbers.  Cap. 
You have given me a pretty hint, 'tis new.  Gol. 
And will be grateful,  
My daughter will affect it much the better,  
And 'twill be honour, if she be the first,  
To whom so choice a Poem is presented.  
I wish you well Sir. Exit.  Cap. 
You oblige my service,  
I will bestow these verses o'my footman;  
They'll serve a Chambermaid, let me see  
I want a little quickening, two or three  
Infusions of sack will heighten me,  
And make my Genius dance, than Lady, Lady— Gone?  
she's hard of Soul, but I must supple her,  
And there's a conceit new struck upon my brain  
Will do't, {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} forces united conquer,  
Lady grow soft, if merit cannot prove  
Happy, we must use policy in love. Exit.  Enter Chrisalina and Thornay. Ch. 
No more; you do not well to wrong your friend,  
That trusts you with his bosom.  Tho. 
Fair one, hear me.  Ch. 
He gave you welcome hither, and you practise  
Unworthily to supplant him.  Tho. 
You are too  
Severe, I have no thought so wicked Lady,  
Deny me not that liberty, which all  
The Creatures have, to wish their own felicity;  
Which cannot be without you, he will not  
Repine to see me happy in your love.  Ch. 
In seeming to extenuate your error,  
You thus enlarge it, and bring into question  
The honour of your friend, for whom I must  
Though weak, rise up a Champion for his virtue,  
And to beat off all argument, on your part  
To move for my affection, know, he is next heaven,  
The only object of my heart, nor can it know a change.  Tho. 
And yet if you collect yourself, you are not  
The only Mistress of his heart, your sister he loves  
As well as you; your pardon fairest, 'tis possible,  
He may prefer her too, since neither piety nor law allows,  
He can be husband at one time, to both.  
Then let discretion guide you first to freedom,  
I love you not with half a heart, but all;  
Heaven knows with all, at every look you do  
Transfix me, and can only cure the wound  
With the same eyes, if they but smile upon it.  Ch. 
I must not hear you plead thus, you appear  
Nor friend to him, nor me; so fare you well. Exit.  Thor. 
I am caught, by this good day I am, and know not  
How now to help myself: a handsome thing!  
What a blind buzzard is this jackanapes Cupid?  
Pox of his bird-bolt, I'll not leave her:  
Yet I may be too forward; I am punished:  
Venus, thy pardon, I beseech thee,  
If thou be'st not hard-hearted, as the Poets feign,  
Speak to thy Boy to fetch his Arrow back,  
Or strike her with a sharp one, make her squeak,  
And I'll allow thee a Goddess. Ha, 'tis he.  Enter Gerard. Ger. 
Before thou speak'st to me, let me peruse  
Thy face, I'll tell myself how thou hast sped:  
Well? is't not so? Yet do not answer me,  
That smile does not show clear, there is some cloud  
Ith' corner of thy forehead, that would spread,  
And darken all thy face.  Thor. 
Your Physiognomy is quite discredited.  Ger. 
Hast prevailed? With which? why now thou art too tedious.  Thor. 
With the eldest, Chrysolina.  Ger. 
Ha, what sound was that? With Chrysolina?  
I prithee what of her, I love her dearly;  
Thou hast not filched away her heart, it grew with mine.  Thor. 
How's this?  Ger. 
Hast thou not seen the Woodbine,  
That honey-dropping tree, and the loved Bryer,  
Embrace with their chaste boughs, twisting themselves,  
And weaving a green net to catch the birds,  
Till it do seem one body, while the flowers  
Wantonly run to meet and kiss each other?  
So 'twas betwixt us two.  Thor. 
I mean the youngest.  Ger. 
What my Aurelia?  
Thou canst not rob me so: the amorous Turtles  
Have but their imitation from our love;  
The Pelican loves not her young so well,  
That digs upon her breast an hundred springs,  
When in her blood she baths the innocent birds,  
As I do my Aurelia.  Thor. 
Godbe-wi'y',— I know not how to please you, nor to answer.  Ger. 
I prithee stay.  Thor. 
Engage me in a business?  
Nay, thrust me o'th' lime-twigs, to set you  
At liberty, when your own wings were glued  
Tothth' bush, and d'ye reward me at his fashion?  
And I had known it, you should ha' fluttered.  Ger. 
I forgot myself, I prithee pardon me,  
I will excuse thee when thou art in love.  Thor. 
Then do so now, and you'll be temperate and hear me.  Ger. 
Speak, I am recollected.  Thor. 
And I am in love.  Ger. 
Thou didst name both, thou art so unhappy.  Thor. 
Your humours lead me to't, but I shall tell you?  Ger. 
Which, which of them did most encourage thee?  Thor. 
Be not you passionate still, but give me thanks,  
And call me fortunate, she has half consented.  Ger. 
I shall be lost i'th' dark: declare which.  Thor. 
Which? why the eldest; which? Chrysolina,  
Now be you advised, and court the other.  Ger. 
Half consenting.  Thor. 
I may say three quarters, and not lie.  Ger. 
'tis false; and such a stain thou throwest upon that Virgin,  
Thy blood deserves to purge.  Thor. 
You do not mean to play the fool thus:  
Pox upon this madness: I woe not fight with you,  
And I will love that Gentlewoman:  
I thought I had done you a courtesy.  Ger. 
So thou hast, if it be true.  Thor. 
Have you a mind to be the everlasting madcap?  
And you can couple with both, I can resign;  
Poor Gentlewoman, shell ha' the worst on't.  Ger. 
But I prithee tell me,  
With what Art didst thou so soon win her to thee?  
It was some months 'ere I prevailed; and were I not  
Confident of thy honesty, I should  
Suspect some witchcraft.  Thor. 
There is an Art  
In wooing, not revealed to every man,  
Which he that knows, shall do more with a Maid  
In some minute, than others in a twelvemonth.  Ger. 
'T must be a lucky minute.  Thor. 
ay, he must take her i'th' nick; and court her  
In the precise minute: yet it may be, she  
In pity of my sufferings or mistrusting  
She might not be the first in your election,  
Inclined the sooner: Now would I have you,  
Without more ceremony, neglect the wench  
That I have choosed: D'ye mark? neglect her,  
And address all your courtship to the youngest,  
Your meaning will be clearly understood  
A both sides; so you shall with ease, enlarge  
Your own heart, fix on one whose arms already  
Are open to ye, and make my path direct,  
Without any rub to the other. Is this sense?  
Obey it then; set on afore with your Mistress  
A hand gallop, if I overtake you not, let me swing  
I'th' bridle, and set a saddle o'my back, and let all the  
Fools in the Town ride me.  Ger. 
we must not be too rash, let's walk, and think on't. Exeunt.  
Sic explicit Actus secundus.   

Actus Tertius.  Enter Simple and Aurelia. Sim. 
thouart a brave Wench.  Aur. 
You are grown bold of late.  Sim. 
I think so, gramercy Sack: Come kiss me, wilt thou be a Lady?  Aur. 
I have no great ambition.  Sim. 
I'll buy thee a parrot tomorrow, and a Monkey:  
Here, take this Ring.  Aur. 
Pray keep it, and let me tell you Sir my mind.  Sim. 
And I'll tell thee mine, that's one for another.  Aur. 
Briefly then.  Sim. 
Be as brief as you please, I can be as brief as you, and tedious too: I know thou lovest me: Sirrah, didst think I was such a fearful coxcomb as I made myself? No, I know when to be Lion, and when to be a Hare. But prithee tell me plainly, when shall we matrimony it, ha? thou dotest upon my good parts; come, speak to me, prithee be not bashful.  Aur. 
I fear you won't understand me.  Sim. 
Speak no language, and I warrant, I know Greek and Latin, I learned my Accidence.  Aur. 
Then know, I do not love you, Sir.  Sim. 
You do not love me, Sir: then I have lost my labour, Sir.  Aur. 
I make no doubt it will appear so,  
I could be of the humour of some mistresses,  
By some slight favours to encourage you,  
Accept your gifts, extol your wit, invent  
New ways to melt your gold, beside the Exchange,  
And petticoat embroideries.  Sim. 
Thou shalt have smock embroideries; nay, thy very skin shall be embroidered.  Aur. 
Have every day some progress for your Coach,  
And tire you worse than your four Flanders Mares;  
And then laugh at you too: but I am honest,  
And will deserve your nobler character:  
I tell you what you must expect, in troth  
I cannot love you, pray leave off in time,  
And let this satisfy you.  Sim. 
This satisfy? why this is even as good nothing.  Aur. 
It is all that I can promise you.  Sim. 
Though you cannot love me,  
It shall be for your honour to marry me.  Aur. 
By no means.  Sim. 
What, not marry me neither?  
Then be no Lady, that I first pronounce:  
Secondly know, I am resolved, your Mother  
Shall understand it, by these Hilts.  Aur. 
I would advise you rather to be silent,  
And take your leave like a good Christian Lover:  
If you betray my honest meaning so,  
And move her to impatience, I shall wish you  
Ith' West Indiaes. Enter Mistress Golds.  Sim. 
Here she comes.  Mis. 
Sir I hope, you and my Daughter are agreed,  Aur. 
And the conditions please me infinitely;  
Mother you never placed your commendation  
Upon a Gentleman so Noble, such  
Plenty of honour dwells in him, I must  
be happy in his embraces.  Sim. 
Oh ho! is't come about again?  Mis. 
Nay nay, I told you, you should find him honourable.  Aur. 
we understand each other perfectly,  
He has so sweet a soul, I may have any thing;  
He has promised me the finest parrots.  Sim. 
Oh ay, and Madgehowlets that can speak all languages.  Mis. 
Nay, and he'll perform:  
Well, for this act of duty, I shall find  
Some gold beside thy portion, i'th' mean time  
I'll move thy father to conclude the marriage:  
And here he is already.  Enter Golds. Caperw. and Chrysol. Aur. 
Look you Sir,  
These turns you put me too; do not believe  
I bear one thought more of goodwill for this,  
If you suspect it otherwise; because  
I carry it sweet and pleasing to my mother,  
Who is so zealous in your cause, I'll swear  
Your worship is the most unwelcom'st man  
I'th' world to me.  Sim. 
I'm glad she is not gone yet.  Au. 
What need you distrust?  
he'll know precisely when we must be married,  
Is jealous of delays, won't believe I love him,  
Till the Priest hath sealed me his i'th' Church, he says.  Sim. 
These are tricks, demurs, your daughter is not sober.  Au. 
He means serious.  Sim. 
She doth but mock—  Au. 
Who would think you could dissemble.  Mis. 
Sir have patience, I have not been so hasty,  
To become tedious at last, refer that to my care;  
Since you have made a marriage in your hearts,  
The Church shall soon confirm it.  Au. 
What do y' think of this?  
Faith yet be wise and leave this wooing,  
I shall maintain this humour to my mother,  
And find a crotchet to come off with honour, you have not  
Yet my hate, pray let's be friends, and never meet again,  Sim. 
This is very fine i'faith, if I do not study some mischief.  Au. 
Conceal for your own shame.  Cap. 
How d'ye like 'em Lady? 't pleasd your father  
To impose somewhat severely on my Muse,  
But your Divine acceptance shall declare it  
A Crowned Poem, most illustrious Simple,  Sim. 
Simple me no more than I simple thee.  Enter servant. Ser. 
Sir, there is a Lady inquires for Master Caperwit.  Cap. 
A Lady out of compliment? 'tis he.  Ser. 
she seems of Noble quality, she has Coach and fair  
Attendants, and calls herself the Lady Bird.  Cap. 
Good Cupid is it she?  
Who gave her direction to find me here?  
An honourable Lady, I confess, and hath a fortune  
Noble like her birth, 'tis the rich Alderman's widow,  
The great Bird that died at's Country house, a Kinsman  
To the Ravens of the City; by no means admit her,  
she'll betray her foolish Passion.  Gol. 
What is the matter?  Cap. 
Some few days ago  
I did by chance, but drop a compliment,  
How much I was her servant, and she took it  
Toth' heart, and ever since hath sought occasion  
To express her love to me, poor Gentlewoman,  Gol. 
You cannot help it.  Cap. 
'tis one, but of the myriad of Ladies  
That have been taken—  Chr. 
With your tropes and figures,  Gol. 
No matter, let her come, it were not civil  
Sir to deny yourself.  Cap. 
she'll tire all patience:  
But Lady, be assured my heart is dedicate  
To you, and were all women kind in balance  
With your divinest person, their light scale  
Would kick the Firmament, or coming down,  
be lost i'th' middle Region of the air,  
Or be converted to a Cloud to weep  
Upon the earth, for being so much excelled.  Enter Lady Bird. Bir. 
Where's this Footman?  Ser. 
Trot my Lady's Footman,  Bir. 
Go pray my Uncle Sir Walter Cormorant  
To dine with me tomorrow— And do y'hearheare?  
'tis in your way to ask if my x Bulfinch,  
The Steward of my Land, be come to Town,  
He lies in Fleetstreet between Hawk and Buzzard.  
I'th' afternoon, remember Sirrah, that  
You go to Master Kite, that lives i'th' Poultry,  
And say I shall expect the thousand pound,  
Was lent him upon mortgage:  
Sir, beseech your Nobleness excuse me,  
The affairs so nearly do concern me, with  
A Gentleman, (now your guest,) that I presumed  
It should not be offence, if I took hold  
Of this occasion, to speak with him.  Gol. 
Madame, you need plead no excuse for that,  
Command your freedom here: Daughters, my Lady  
Would have some private conference,  Bir. 
By no means  
Let me appear so troublesome, your presence  
Will be no hurt to my design, you shall  
Command a great deal more.  Cap. 
'Twas cunningly prepared,  Bi. 
Sir, after all, let me obtain your privilege.  Ca. 
Proceed.—  Bi. 
I shall accuse myself of too much boldness,  
If you neglect me Sir before all these;  
I come not to disturb you, nor to publish  
What you have taken from me.  Go. 
I hope she will lay some felony to his charge.  Bi. 
But Sir, you might have been so kind, to have seen your friend once in three days.  Ca. 
I must be pardoned Widow,  
The glass that tells the hour, hath not more sands,  
Than there be Ladies wait to catch me up  
To spend my time with 'em, they break my dreams,  
With importunity, and allow me but  
One minute in a week, to say my prayers.  Bi. 
Among them all, there is not one  
That more desires your happiness.  Ca. 
'tis more your goodness Lady, than desert,  
Or provocation in me.  Bi. 
Y'are modest,  
And thus increase your value.  Ca. 
Your favours are acknowledged, and take up  
Much of my studies, how I may be active  
In service to reward 'em, still preserving  
My liberty, I must not be confined  
Or wedged in; all that's good in nature ought  
To be communicable, if you have  
Promised yourself more of me, than as you are  
Allowed, an excellent part o'th' commonwealth,  
'tis justice you correct the imagination,  
Perhaps you'll say, you love me.  Go. 
A fine Dialogue:  Bi. 
My blushes speak me guilty, and I fear  
Betray my frailty to these Gentlewomen:  
You'll sin against your knowledge Sir, to make  
A question how much I esteem you, be not  
A tyrant, if my opinion of your worth  
Prevail against my modesty, to say  
I cannot choose but love you, 'tis my fate,  
My breeding never suffered, but in this,  
That I should lose myself to court a man,  
Ambitious of my favour; 'tis in vain  
To tell you, with what art, my eyes have been  
Courted by great ones for their smile, for you  
Will turn them all to tears.  Chr. 
Alas poor Lady:  
I pity her, what doth she see in him,  
To draw this passion?  Cap. 
May be, I am engaged  
To another beauty.  Bir. 
That's my fear indeed;  
For who can look with eyes like mine upon you,  
And not be tempted to the same desires?  
But be not Sir deceived, all foreheads are not  
True glasses of the mind, and beauty alone  
Deserves not such a blessing; young men do  
Too hastily betray themselves to misery,  
That think no heaven but in their Mistress face,  
Look on my fortune, which doth spread more riches,  
Than pleasure can instruct thee ways to spend,  
Delights shall stream themselves into thy bosom,  
Honour and titles of the state shall woe  
Thy name to put them on and not be thine  
But thou their ornament.  Cap. 
Affection must  
Flow uncompelled, you may be pleased to take  
Some other time to finish this discourse.  Bir. 
I may suspect I have offended these;  
But pray interpret fairly, noble Sir, to Simple.  
I do beseech you pardon  
The errors that you find in us frail women,  
Yet I believe you would not use me so  
Neglectfully: 'tis time, I take my leave.  Gol. 
we are your humble servants.  Sim. 
Sir, if you will not affect this Lady,  
I hope some other may.  Ca. 
And write himself the happiest man alive;  
She is Widow for a Lord; but I am fixed,  
I would you had her Sir, I say no more;  
She has an estate of twenty Exchequers, and  
Is of so gentle soul.  Bir. 
I leave you to repent  
Your cruelty, my Coach—  Sim. 
Please you Madam,  
Do me the grace to let me wait upon you.  Cap. 
Now do I expect she'll dote upon me: Ex. Gol. Bird, Simple.  
Ladies, you see what fortunes I neglect,  
She is a pretty handsome creature too.  Aur. 
In my opinion Sir, you have not been  
So kind as she deserves, and for my part  
I have so much compassion of her sufferings,  
Were all the wit of younger brothers in you,  
And could you make me jointure of a Province,  
I would rather marry my father's serving man  
And stand at livery myself than be  
Wife to a man so ingrateful. Ex. Au.  Cap. 
How, sweet Lady?  Chr. 
My sister, Sir, is just, can you expect  
An entertainment here after your scorn  
Of one that nobly loves you? Ex. Chr.  Cap. 
I have used a precious policy to supplant myself,  
She has a scruple in her conscience,  
And will not wrong the Lady Bird, a pox  
Upon his Rhetoric.  Enter Goldsworth. Gol. 
Your Lady Bird is Coached, and she hath took  
Sir Gervace with her.  Ca. 
How?  Gol. 
Their legs do justice  
In the same boot.  Cap. 
Ha, ha, ha.  Gol. 
Why do you laugh? What humour's this?  Cap. 
Sir Gervace: Ha, ha, he thinks, ha, ha—  Gol. 
You have a merry spleen, I know not what  
He thinks, but if he mean to retrieve the Lady Bird.  Cap 
Ha, ha.  Gol. 
Pray let me know, whence springs this sudden mirth; I will laugh wi'ye.  Cap. 
Hold my sides, my buttons!  Gol. 
'tis well your doublet's slashed  Cap. 
Ha, ha, next time I come, I'll discover— I sha'not  
Contain myself i'th' street, ha, ha.  Gol. 
The Poet's mad indeed, farewell Democritus. Ex.  Enter Thornay, Yongrave. Yon. 
By your favour Sir.  Tho. 
Your business?  Yon. 
I understand your name is Thornay.  Tho. 
It was my fathers, and 'tis, upon record, that I was christened Thomas, does that concern you Sir?  Yon. 
I bring commends from a friend of yours.  Tho. 
I crave you mercy,  
I am your servant. Reads the letter.  Yon. 
He appears unmoved.  Tho. 
Thank you Sir, Godbe-wi'y'.  Yon. 
Although I am confident  
You think it not my office to convey  
Letters so much respect I bear the Gentlewoman  
That sent it, I would think it Sir no burden  
To carry an answer to her.  Tho. 
It requires none.  Yon. 
Shall I return, you'll visit her in person?  Tho. 
I cannot promise.  Yon. 
Why?  Tho. 
I may forget it.  Yon. 
With your pardon Sir, she did impose on me.  
To know some resolution.  Tho. 
She did?  
Are you acquainted with her?  Yon. 
I do bear  
No great age in her knowledge.  Tho. 
Perhaps she has imparted the contents.  Yon. 
I could conjecture  
By circumstance she much desires to see you.  Tho. 
Cannot come; that's all—  Yon. 
I must have more.  Tho. 
How Sir?  Yon. 
'tis a neglect becomes you not.  Tho. 
You are not sent a Champion to defy me.  Yon. 
I have no title from her blood, and yet  
Her virtue is so near me, I must tell you,  
She hath deserved your best esteem.  Tho. 
She has told you belike some story.  Yon. 
I pray see her, I'll wait upon you.  Tho. 
To what purpose?  Yon. 
To love and cherish her, that claims your heart,  
The office of your soul to honour her,  
Does not your conscience tremble yet? what reason  
Can you allege you should not love her?  Tho. 
Reason? I'll show you a reason, walk a little further.  Yon. 
I shall expect it. Ex.  Enter Gerard. Ger. 
It must be so, and yet methinks I move  
Without a soul, she is the first apostate  
From love's religion, in that my honour  
Is safe, and it is justice, my Aurelia,  
This heart to thee, should now alone be sacred.  Enter Chrysolina. Ch. 
Sir, you are welcome, what not speak to me?  
This is a strange neglect; I have news for you:  
Your friend—  Ger. 
'tis so, he has prevailed with her,  
And she will boast her change.  Chr. 
He cannot be  
So fixed in meditation; with your favour.  Ger. 
Reserve your news, I do not thirst to hear it.  Chr. 
Sure he mistakes me all this while, 'tis I.  Ge. 
But 'tis not I, I see you are a woman,  
I have nothing else to say. Exit.  Ch 
I have not used him so: was there no way to express his purpose, without this scorn? 'tis not discreetly done, I could be very angry he returns, Enter Gerard; Aurelia .With him Aurelia.  Aur. 
I am ignorant  
With what words I should meet this noble love.  Ger. 
I was created for this happiness,  
To these embraces which do more than twist  
Our bodies, every circle of thy arms  
Enchains my soul, that doth forget all freedom,  
And willingly submit to be thy prisoner.  Chr. 
It do not grieve me that he loves my sister,  Ge. 
I am too little to contain my joy,  
It flows above the narrow banks Aurelia:  
What shall I say let me bathe here eternally,  
And study new Arithmetic, to count  
Our blessings.  Au. 
Can you Sir be constant?  Chr. 
ay, touch him there Aurelia.  Ger. 
You do ill  
To interrupt our joys upon this lip  
That deserves all should open to commend it,  
I seal the contract of my heart for ever,  
I will be nothing when I am not thine:  
Suspect the stars may lose themselves in heaven,  
But never I this vow, thy sister has  
No part in my affection; she usurped  
Some title, but I now have cancelled all  
The thoughts of her, and offer thee myself,  
myself thy perfect honourer. Ex. Ger. Aur.  Chr. 
Wherein have I deserved to be thus slighted?  
Is there no conflict in my blood? Can love  
I bear a sister, take away all sense  
Of this indignity?  Enter Thornay and Yongrave. Tho. 
Look you Sir, I promised you a reason, why I could  
Not love Eugenia; there's my reason, I  
Do love that Gentlewoman.  Chr. 
'tis Master Thornay:  
I am resolved, I have no other way  
To punish his disdain, than to pretend  
I love this Gentleman, that he may see  
I have the freedom of my soul, to mock  
His triumph, and with as much facility  
Meet his neglect. Oh Master Thornay,  
You are very welcome, I was wishing for you.  Thor. 
Hum? this entertainment is a little better  
Than I expected.  Chr. 
You absent yourself too much believe, your visits shall not be more frequent, than your person grateful hither.  Thor. 
do y' hear, you may return, and tell this story  
Unto the Lady i'th' enchanted Castle:  
You see my fate, I cannot come; Godbe-wi'y'.  Yon. 
You shall acquit yourself more Nobly Sir,  
And better satisfy her in your person.  Thor. 
I won't take the pains to see her, and  
She were a dying.  Yon. 
How?  Thor. 
Not to recover her.  Chr. 
Shall you and I Sir, walk a turn i'th' Garden.  Thor. 
Yes Lady, Heaven vouchsafe I grow not mad  
wi' mymy good fortune.  Yon. 
With your pardon Mistress,  
I must take privilege to tell this man  
He is not worthy of your favours.  Thor. 
How Sir?  
You do not know my temper:  Yon. 
Nor regard it. draw.  Chr. 
Hold as you bear respect to me.  Thor. 
I am charmed.  Yon. 
I should be guilty of some sin to you  
Not to reveal, this Gentleman has made  
A forfeit of his honour.  Thor. 
Will you hear him?  
Pox o'my dulness, what meant I to bring  
Him hither? do not credit any thing,  
we are old enemies, and he has studied this  
Device to poison your opinion of me,  
A mere trick; do not believe a word sweet Lady.  Ch. 
I am not easy Sir to entertain  
Malicious accusation of your fame,  
Your virtue in my thoughts, is not so soon  
Shaken with one report.  Thor. 
That's comfort yet.  Yon. 
Then you provoke me to be plain, know Lady,  
Y'are i'th' way to be most miserable,  
Abused by this false man, that will betray  
Your innocent beauty to so great a shame,  
Repentance is not able to restore you:  
He has a wife already.  Ch. 
How a wife?  Yon. 
A wife, if holy vows have power to bind you:  Tho. 
Do you believe this? were you by  
When I was married.  Yon. 
No, but heaven and Angels  
Are witnesses you did exchange a faith  
With one that mourns a Virgin, and a Widow:  
Have you no earthquake in you? does thy soul  
itself not feel an ague, to remember  
How many kisses sealed the amorous contract?  
she meant it so, and every day her eyes  
Weep in the memory of herself forsaken:  
And cause her grief will not at once destroy her,  
Despairing of your love, to show how willing  
She is to die, doth every hour distil  
Part of her soul in tears.  Chr. 
This cannot be.  Thor. 
Be: no, no, 'tis impossible: shall we walk sweet Lady?  Yon. 
Will not this excite your pity, mercy shines bright in women.  Chr. 
I have heard you Sir,  
And doubt not, when he comes to answer  
These imputations, he may quit himself.  Thor. 
Would we were both on's but to skirmish in  
A saw-pit, I must cut his throat.  Chr. 
Admit he promised love,  
Obliged himself by oath to her you plead for,  
This binds him not to undo himself for ever.  Yon. 
Undo himself.  Chr. 
Yes, marriage is an act,  
That doth concern his whole life, and in something  
May mar, or profit his eternity:  
Perhaps the Gentlewoman, since he gave  
His faith is fall'n from virtue.  Thor. 
I have heard so.  Chr 
May be turned prostitute.  Thor. 
ay, who'll swear for her?  Yon. 
I must not hear her named with the suspicion  
Of such a stain.  Chr. 
we do not Sir accuse her.  Thor. 
Not absolutely.  Yon. 
Did you but know the Creature, it would call  
A blush into your face, for talking thus;  
She has purity enough for all her sex,  
And this attended with so many virtues,  
As but to wish her more, itself were sin.  Chr. 
This Gentleman pleads for her.  Thor. 
Will you please to walk?  Chr. 
Dismiss him first.  Thor. 
Do y' hear; this Lady  
Is weary of your company; you have  
Not used me like a Gentleman, indeed  
Scurvily, 'tis no time nor place to expostulate,  
But we shall meet again; in the mean time,  
Return, and tell the Virgin you so magnify,  
I do not find myself in any humour  
To see her again; pray her neglect no fortune,  
For my sake, there be many younger brothers  
I'th' Town, will be content to marry her:  
You may resolve her what's become of me,  
There is no wrestling with our fate.  Yon. 
Thou art not worth my answer. Exit Yon.  Chr. 
I'll not question Sir, this Gentleman's relation.  Tho. 
You are wise.  Chr. 
But in my confidence, he hath spoke all truth:  
I must desire you visit me no more.  Thor. 
You do but jest I hope.  Chr. 
Ingrateful man! how are poor women cozened?  
With what impudence couldst thou desire my favour?  
Go and make a satisfaction to the injured Maid,  
Borne the dishonour of a man. Exit.  Thor. 
Am I awake? Or do I dream,  
I am made a Coxcomb thus?  
I am a Rascal, and deserve no mercy,  
For abusing that poor Gentlewoman, that sent  
So kindly to me; would the Messenger were here again.  Enter Gerard and Aurelia. 
'tis Master Gerard, how hath he sped?  Ger. 
You are sad Aurelia; what on the sudden  
Can beget this change? Are you in health?  Aur. 
Yes Sir.  Ger. 
Your blood methinks  
Is wandering from your cheek, your eyes have lost  
Their lightning too, call back your smiles, and bless  
Him that is now your creature.  Aur. 
Mine? excuse me if I suspect.  Ger. 
Ha.  Aur. 
I have heard you Sir.  
And have considered all that you have said  
To make me think you are now wholly mine:  
I must confess you have expressed a Lover,  
Wanted no Art to flourish your warm passion:  
But language is no clew to guide us to  
The knowledge of your heart.  Ge. 
Nor is suspicion a cause enough in justice to condemn.  Aur. 
It is not; but where circumstances meet,  
They may be thought on.  Ger. 
By your beauty,  
By those fair eyes, that never killed till now,  
Make me so happy, but to know what cause  
Inclines you to suspect, and I will take it  
The greatest argument of love, that ever  
A Virgin showed to man; then I'll be bold,  
And with the whiteness of my soul make such  
Assurance of you, that not malice, aided  
With all the devil's cunning, shall be able  
To interpose one scruple more against me.  Aur. 
You loved my Sister.  Ger. 
I did once, my Aurelia.  Aur. 
And you declare you can neglect her now,  
Look on her like a stranger.  Ger. 
'Tis most true.  Aur. 
She loved you well, most nobly, with as much  
Fervour as ever I did or can love;  
Should I think to be more secure than she?  
Promise that firm to me, which in so fresh  
A sight and memory you have violated  
To her, that placed you in as dear a bosom?  
Discretion bids me pause, I may be rash,  
Either you loved her not at all, and so  
You may play false with both, or loving her  
With as much levity, I suppose you may  
Forsake me too. Therefore I bid you first farewell. Exit.  Ge. 
I am blasted.  Thor. 
We are both undone, I dare not see him. Exit.  Ger. 
Was ever man so miserably lost?  
Is there a balm can cure me? Oh, I bleed:  
The sword wounds gently but love kills indeed. Exit.  
Sic explicit Actus Tertius.   

Actus Quartus.  Enter Eugenia and her Maid. Eug. 
Has truth forsook mankind? or is it my  
Fate only to converse with those that are  
So cruel and neglectful of our sex?  
Unhappy Maid is he not yet returned?  Maid. 
None yet appears.  Eug. 

Then I despair to see him:  
And when I think indeed of the employment,  
That 'tis against himself, I may with justice  
Accuse my want of judgement, to expect  
He should perform so hard an imposition:  
I would I could not think of any man,  
They rob me of my peace: I prithee try  
Thy voice, to put my heart in better tune;  
There is a power in harmony, some say,  
To charm the unruly motions of the brain:  
Love is itself a melancholy madness:  
Why should not Music cure the wound of love?   

Melancholy hence, go get  
Some piece of earth to be thy seat,  
Here the air and nimble fire,  
Would shoot up to meet desire:  
Sullen humour, leave her blood,  
Mix not with the purer flood,  
But let pleasures swelling there,  
Make a Springtide all the year.   Enter Chrysolina. Chry. 
How does my dear Eugenia?  Eug. 
As well  
As this restraint will give me leave, and yet  
It does appear a part of my enlargement  
To have your company: I hope your sister  
Enjoys her health.  Chry. 
And more felicity  
Than I can boast mine own, she's half a Bride.  
Happy i'th' embraces of her wished servant;  
You know our story; he has chosen her,  
And most uncivilly neglecteth me.  
Thus laden with his scorn, I come to practise  
A scene of sorrow w'ye; sure thy fate  
Hath spun a thread for me, we are so like  
In our misfortunes: Have you heard no new  
Of your ingrateful servant, for I know  
No other name, and he indeed deserves  
To have no other memory, that takes  
A pride in his disdain.  Eug. 
Nothing as yet.  
But I have met occasion to convey  
A Letter to him, yet I cannot promise:  Enter Yongrave. 
But here's the messenger.  Chr. 
That Gentleman?  
I know the man you love then, is't not Thornay?  Eug. 
The same, I did conceal him for his shame.  Chr. 
Why he's a zealous suitor for my love.  Yon. 
It makes for me that he continues cruel;  
I was not able to command his passion.  
But will she not mistrust I have not been  
So careful in advancing her desires,  
But satisfied myself with any answer,  
As knowing what must bring comfort to her,  
Must needs be killing to my hopes? In what  
A narrow path I tread; her spring must be  
My frost, and when her tree carries the pride  
And bloom of summer, I retain no sap,  
But wither and creep backward into earth,  
Like a forsaken plant.  Chr. 
Here I'll obscure. Chrysolina withdraws.  Eug. 
You are welcome, Sir.  Yon. 
I would I were.  Eug. 
Shall I believe you have been faithful to  
My grief's request?  Yon. 
Yes, and bring comfort back.  Chrys. 
How's that?  Eug. 
Pronounce those words again.  Yon. 
I bring you comfort.  Eug. 
He did say so: What meant she  
To mock me with another sad relation?  
Was't a device in her to increase my joy  
At meeting, he did talk of comfort; is it  
A thing restored in nature? Oh, before  
You bless my ear again with that wished sound,  
Excuse my modesty, if my heart present  
A kiss to thank you.  Yon. 
I drink in my poison.  Eug. 
Now let your comforts flow.  Yon. 
I have returned you  
As true a lover as yet ever Mistress  
Could boast possession of, one so resolved  
To honour you.  Eug. 
Can this be possible?  Yon. 
I have examined every secret thought  
Within his foul, concerning you, and dare  
Thus boldly justify, he is your own.  Eug. 
Let me but live to see him, and I write  
My ambition satisfied  Yon. 
He's here.  Eug. 
Where?  Yo. 
Here,  
In me your truest servant is returned.  Chr. 
Does he affect her?  Yon. 
I call all that's good  
To witness with me, I discharged with zeal  
The unkind office to myself, but could not  
Incline him to return to any softness:  
In brief, he has unworthily engaged  
That heart belonging to you, and would not be  
Provoked to see you again.  Chr. 
Eugenia. Chr. leads in Eug.  Yon. 
Is all this waking? Have I seen her faint?  
And did not she that cherishes her enemy,  
Haste to her relief, and seem to suffer with her?  
While I, as one had grown here, did not move?  
I did not well, to exalt her with a hope:  
To meet a blessing, and then ruin her.  
If death hath whispered her aside, I shall  
Be accused, and I will take my preferment  
To be sent after her to tell her ghost  
I loved her best; when we are both immortal  
She'll understand me better.  Enter Chrysolina. 
Is Eugenia alive again?  Chr, 
There is no danger to be feared; a qualm.  
Pray let me ask you Sir one question,  
Do you affect this Virgin really?  
I move it not for any harm.  Yon. 
Would she had sent hither,  
But with desire to be resolved.  Chr. 
May be she has.  Yon. 
Then tell her I do love her better  
Than I can express, but when she has  
Numbered all things are excellent on earth  
She is to me above 'em infinitely.  Chr. 
This carries no probability.  Yon. 
Would thou wert a man  
Than I durst tell thee, I do love her so  
I durst be wicked for her, and kill thee.  Chr. 
With all this, it does not appear you love her so  
And be an instrument, nay plead to put another in possession  
Of your loved treasure; for if I mistake not  
You late did urge a man, whom she esteemed  
Better, to return and marry her:  
Can any man that loves a woman truly,  
Strive to supplant himself and give away  
His comfort?  Yon. 
There's the honour of my service,  
When I am dead, the story shall remember  
I loved a maid so well that I preferred  
Whatever she desired above myself,  
And cause she loved one better, was content,  
To serve her wishes with my banishment:  
He does not love a Virgin nobly, whose  
Affection walks not just to her desires,  
To like 'em 'bove his own.  Chr. 
If this can be,  
Thou art the noblest lover in the world,  
With what affection shall she be blessed  
That loves him, when the mistress that esteems  
Him not, is thus rewarded?  Enter Eugenia. Eug. 
Indeed I love him still and shall do ever,  
Nor had I now returned to life, but that  
I had not took my leave of him  Yon. 
More corrosive.  Eug. 
If you'll oblige a Virgin,  
For ever to you once more visit him,  
Tell him I lie like one that's desperate sick,  
Oppressed with grief of body, and of mind,  
But cannot be so fortunate to quit  
The world till he vouchsafe to visit me.  
Bid him not fear I will detain him long  
With idle talk, six words and I am dead.  
Although he love me not, he may do this:  
If you will add this to your other work,  
I will impose no more, indeed I will not:  
So farewell noble Sir. Exit.  Chr. 
If you will please to join with me, I doubt not  
To effect her wishes.  Yon. 
No.  Chr. 
You do not know what power I have with him.  Yon. 
You have too much  Chr. 
I'll undertake—  Yon. 
You sha'not rob me of the reward.  Chr. 
What reward?  Yon. 
Perhaps another kiss; pray tell her, I  
Went cheerfully to finish her command. Exit.  Chr. 
I do admire and love this noble temper,  
What flames are these? Suppress 'em, they grow high,  
If he affect her so, what hope have I? Ex.  Enter Gerard and Thornay. Tho. 
Mad? why you still enjoy discourse.  Ger. 
What then? may not a man be mad, and yet talk wisely?  Tho. 
But few in my experience.  Ger. 
Do not abuse thy knowledge, at the worst  
Thou canst but say, our senses are depraved,  
Thrown off o'th' hinge; the tongue is none I hope,  
Though some would have the titillation  
joined to make up a sixth in the grave synod:  
Believe then I am mad; I'll prove't by reason.  Thor. 
By reason? that's a new way to prove it;  
But I'll hear no reason.  Ger. 
Then thou art mad thyself.  Thor. 
Nay, I think I am madder o'th' two,  
And have as much reason, if there be reason  
Able to make one mad; but let's be wise:  
Or if it must be that y'ave lost your wits,  
Let's see and we can recover 'em by drinking;  
For he that is not sober after drunkenness,  
Is no man of this world.  Ger. 
Now thou talkest wildly.  Thor. 
I talk wildly, that would justify myself to be in my wits, and you that talk reason and sense won't believe y'ave any.  Ger. 
If it be so, that may conclude I ha' lost 'em,  
And do not understand myself.  Thor. 
So, so, I should believe another in that argument,  
But not you, for in knowing that, you prove  
You are no madman.  Ger. 
Prithee tell me, thou art a piece of a Philosopher,  
And knowest the natural causes.  Thor. 
Hold in that; I must confess, you are little  
Beside yourself: I a Philosopher?  
I studied Titleman sometimes i'th' College,  
As others did, and wanting Epictetus'  
lantern, slept always with a watching Candle  
In my study window, and might very well  
Dream over learning o'my Desk, or so;  
What Aristotle might infuse into  
My sleeps I know not, but waking I ne'er troubled  
myself to understand him; true I loved  
His Book De Coelo, for the heavenly Title,  
And made my Father buy it, for my study  
Of Divinity, told him I would be a Bishop;  
That brought me threescore pound a year for sack:  
I prithee do not talk of learning.  Ger. 
Why then acknowledge, I am mad, and I have done.  Thor. 
Well for this once I will allow it, thouart mad.  Ger. 
But wherefore do y'allow it, what's the cause?  Thor. 
Nay, nay, I know not that.  Ger. 
I'll tell thee then.  Thor. 
'tis come about again.  Ger. 
And let thy judgement censure me  
If I produce not able reasons—  Thor. 
To prove madness, he makes me mad to hear him;  
Now I consider better on't, I confess  
You have some cause to be a little mad,  
The loss of such a Mistress.  Ger. 
But of one?  
Did they not both affect me, and I them  
With such equality of honour.  Thor. 
Grant it.  Ger. 
And I to lose 'em both? faith speak but honestly;  
Is't not a wonder that I do not rave  
And kill myself? how many have run mad  
For one that never loved 'em? and shall I  
be so unmannerly not to lose my wits  
For two and two such creatures? 'twere a Solecism  
In love: I prithee do not flatter me  
With an opinion that I have my reason;  
It cannot be, it is against all sense,  
I should have any; such an expectation  
Lost, is enough to make the genius  
Of all the world run mad, and I will straight.  Thor. 
Whither?  Ger. 
To Bedlam, whether should I go?  
I must not live in this community of fools and wisemen.  Thor. 
There be Knaves among us.  Ger. 
Here all are happy, there I sha'not meet  
With lovers that are fortunate, but with men  
Of my complexion, that look twenty ways  
At once, that sigh and curse, and sing mad Carols:  
If I can get to be their Prince, I'll make  
A law it shall be death to smile or kiss  
A woman.  Thor. 
Now I fear him.  Ger. 
Nay, we'll have  
An excellent well governed Common wealth,  
A delicate Eutopia, there shall be  
Lectures and public readings shall put down  
Gressam's foundation for the liberal Arts,  
And make the Citizens bring their Shop-books hither  
To take fine notes, how to be paid their debts,  
And yet trust none but younger brothers: than  
we will have penal Statutes against eating,  
Live all by the air of commendations.  
No idle man shall live within our State:  
Do y' mark? they are the mouths of the Republic:  
And therefore he that has no other work  
To prevent slothfulness, may employ his time  
In picking straws, there will be a great plenty.  
Here will we live together, and be mad  
Perpetually, we won't be recovered;  
For if at any time we incline to be  
Sober, and coming to our wits again,  
The lash will whip us into new distempers  
And mad fugaries.  Thor. 
Do y' know all this while  
What you have said, you correct me for speaking  
Extravagantly, and yet talk wild yourself.  Ger. 
I prithee pardon and instruct me better; I am not well.  Thor. 
Will you walk to your Chamber, I'll bear you company.  Ger. 
No, I am well again.  
Upon condition you will tell Aurelia  
She did not use me kindly.  Thor. 
I will.  Ger. 
She did not use me kindly, nothing else, Farewell. Exit.  Thor. 
I know not what to think on him,  
The unhappiness was so sudden, and unlooked for,  
It might disturb his fancy, but I hope  
The worst is past, a little rest will settle him.  
But which way shall I recompense the injury:  
I ha' done him? and I had not been ungrateful  
To Eugenia, we might have both been happy.  Enter Yongrave. 
Ha? 'tis he: Save you most Noble Sir;  
if'ft please you now, I'll go along with you  
Tothth' Gentlewoman.  Yon. 
What Gentlewoman?  Thor. 
Eugenia, that wrote the Letter to me, I mean her.  Yon. 
For what?  Tho. 
I ha' considered better, & do mean  
To make her satisfaction.  Yon. 
'Tis too late:  
You might have done this earlier, your love  
Will appear now unseasonable, I assure you.  Thor. 
Pray give me a reason.  Yon. 
D'ye not blush to ask it?  
I told her what you said, and now we are  
Resolved; you cannot blame her, she was covetous  
To embrace you; but your answer being returned  
So peremptorily in her neglect, we both agreed.  Thor. 
You both? Why what was that to you?  Yon. 
That doubt will clear itself when we are married.  Tho. 
Why, did you love her?  Yon. 
And deserve her best  
Of all the world: and yet she'd give me no  
Assurance till she knew your resolution,  
Which I was able to inform her, and  
'Tis now a bargain; upon Monday next.—  Thor. 
Your wedding day.  Yon. 
Right.  Thor. 
In very good time. You wear a sword.  Yon. 
What then?  Thor. 
I'll only try how you can fence, I must not lose her so.  Yon. 
You lose her? you despised her, would not see her,  
Not to recover her from death. D'ye not  
Remember such a saying, In the Town  
Were many younger brothers, that might be  
Content to marry her; let her use her fortune,  
For your own part, you were engaged, there was  
No wrestling with your fate: Was it not so?  Thor. 
'Tis all one for that, my mind is altered,  
I'm of another humour now, and will  
Maintain, I love her better than you dare.  Yo. 
Then I must tell you.  Tho. 
Tell me no tellings:  
Either resign her to me again, or—  Yon. 
Resolve me, pray, can you affect her heartily?  Thor. 
Else let me perish on your sword.  Yon. 
I heard  
You court another Mistress, that did answer it with entertainment.  Thor. 
She was a very gipsy.  
You were no sooner parted, but she used me  
Basely; 'tis true, I did sufficiently  
Deserve it, for my breach of vow to her  
I now alone do honour, and for whom,  
(Changed into honesty) I will rather die  
Than live without her.  Yo. 
Heaven does hear all this.  Thor. 
I make no doubt, and while my heart to her  
Is reconciled, cannot despair of mercy.  Yon. 
You shall have her.  Thor. 
Shall I? then I'll love thee too.  Yon. 
And know, she has no thought but to be yours,  
There has no obligation passed betwixt us two:  
I came for this: yet I must tell you, Sir,  
I love her too, and shall do ever.  Thor. 
How? not when  
She is my wife, I hope.  Yon. 
Yes then.  Thor. 
If you have cut her up, and left her cold meat,  
I shall lose my stomach.  Yon. 
With a holy flame,  
Her virtue keeps a Vestal fire within me,  
But she affects not me, yet I might challenge her:  
Nor can you ever, but in right of me,  
Glory yourself possessed; I have bought her.  Thor. 
I hope she has not sold her maidenhead.  Yo. 
Her uncle  
(Whose aim is only profit) hath concluded  
With me a price for her, and therefore gives  
Access to none, till I ha' proved my fortune;  
But I find her devoted to you only,  
And have conformed my wishes unto hers;  
She loves you best, and I prefer you too,  
Return, and be her husband, I'll direct you.  Enter Caperwit and Dancer. Cap. 
You understand my purpose, you shall make  
The Dance, let me alone to write the songs.  Dan. 
A Mask will be delightful to the Ladies.  Cap. 
Oh Sir, what Plays are taking without these  
Pretty devices? Many Gentlemen  
Are not, as in the days of understanding.  
Now satisfied without a Jig, which since  
They cannot, with their honour, call for, after  
The play, they look to be served up i'th' middle:  
Your dance is the best language of some Comedies,  
And footing runs away with all; a Scene  
Expressed with life of Art, and squared to nature,  
Is dull and phlegmatic Poetry.  Tho. 
Enough;  
I am bound to honour thee, command my life,  
Thou excellent young man.  Yon. 
I wish you happiness and never after her will love a woman.  Cap. 
You know my lodging.  Dan. 
I'll attend you Sir. Exit.  Cap. 
I wonder what's become of my hermaphrodite?  
Yongrave, how is't man? what art melancholy?  
What hath hung plummets on thy nimble soul,  
What sleepy rod hath charmed thy mounting spirit?  Yon. 
Prithee enjoy thyself.  Cap. 
By Parnassus  
You must not be so head hung, why dost peep—  
Under thy cloak as thou didst fear a Sergeant?  Enter Simple and Lady Bird. 
Who are these? my wish! fortune hath sent thee a cure,  
The rarest mirth! you sha'not lose it, ha, ha.  Bir. 
You have strangely won me to obey you Sir,  
I refuse nothing you command.  Sim. 
Shalt go,  
And hear how I will talk, and baffle 'em:  
But what if we meet Caperwit?  Bir. 
No matter.  Sim. 
No: why then let him go hang himself in his own verses, if the lines be strong enough, come my Nightingale, my Bird of Paradise. Exit.  Cap. 
If ever thou didst love me, let's follow 'em;  
Feed not this sullen humour, I'll promise excellent sport.  Yon. 
You shall prevail. Ex.  Enter Chrysolina, Aurelia. Chr. 
It was not kindly done, believe me sister,  
He did perform but our request.  Aur. 
'tis granted;  
But his neglect of you afflicted me.  Chr. 
He could not make you happy, and remain  
Servant to me.  Aur. 
Nor make me blessed, while you  
Seemed discontented.  Chr. 
Do not think I was,  
I did but carry trouble in my face,  
When he declared himself withdrew my smiles,  
For your sake, to make you appear most lovely,  
And worthy of his choice; and could you be  
So cruel to reject him, when he came  
To be confirmed your own without a rival?  
It seems he did not know who loved him best.  Aur. 
Best?  Chr. 
Yes, and I in this, will make't appear,  
That now you have exiled him from your love,  
I'll sue for his affection.  Aur. 
He is mine.  Chr. 
But you Aurelia are not his; I will  
Appeal to his modest reason, that shall guide  
His eye to look on both again, I do not  
See what in me should not invite him hither,  
With as much ardour, rather more, since he  
Hath proved already your too much unkindness;  
What if this noble Gentleman should lose  
His wits upon 't, will all your beauty call  
His straggling senses to their seat again?  
I'll seek him out betimes and comfort him.  Aur. 
'tis more than will become you sister.  Chr. 
How?  Aur. 
And it must bring your modesty in question,  
To follow one that cares not for you  Chr. 
Thus  
I may awake his noble flame, nor is it  
Any dishonour when the world shall know  
How you have used him, if I make return,  
To what I loved so dearly.  Aur. 
Not while I may challenge interest; here are company  Enter Simple, Bird, Yongrave, Caperwit aloof. 
Let us withdraw, I have something more to tell you.  Chr. 
Defer it rather now; here comes my hope.  Aur. 
How's this? nay then I'll stay a little longer.  Sim. 
By your leave Gentlewomen, I should mock you  
To call you Ladies; perhaps you may wonder at me.  Chr. 
I see no cause.  Sim. 
Have you no eyes?  Aur. 
Such as you see?  Sim. 
Oh eyes no eyes but Mountains fraught with tears!  Chr. 
he's turned jeronymo.  Sim 
Go by, jeronymo, go by, go by. He passeth by them with disdain.  Chr. 
Do y' know where you are?  Sim. 
Yes, and to whom I speak I hope.  Aur. 
Noble Sir, I hope you do not scorn us.  Sim. 
Scorn you, no; but I do not care a rush for you, you might have had me when I was offered, 'tis none of my fault, and you do fall to eating of chalk, and die o'th' black jaundice, I cannot help it now for I proclaim, here is the what do y' call it, of my heart.  Aur. 
Has he won this Lady? I suspect her:  
I hope you have not quite forsaken me;  
Virgins for custom's sake, sometimes deny,  
Believe me Sir, when you did plead for love  
My heart did not so much as think on't.  Sim. 
Nay 'tis no matter, I ha' took my course, yet I  
Have a suit to you that you would not break your heart,  
Nor you, to see us kiss. Nectar! immortal nectar! He kisses Bird.  
Oh let this Diamond purchase such another,  
'tis pity that my lips should ever open,  
To let the breath she gave me, out again.  Chr. 
Do y' pay so much for every kiss? a Diamond?  Sim. 
I never offer less to touch her lip; marry her hand, or her a— or foot or so, I may salute for a ruby, or an emerald or a satire; or so, but I have stones— now do thou speak a little for their further mortification.  Bir. 
I did not think to have returned so soon  
A trouble to you but the importunity  
Of this most worthy Gentleman prevailed,  
I think there was some Magic in his tongue.  Sim. 
Nay you may swear that, the wisest in the country, thought my mother a Witch.  Bir. 
He did no sooner open his desires,  
But he did wound my heart, you see his bounty,  
What jewels he has given me.  Sim. 
All thine own; somebody else might ha' been wise and had'em.  Cap. 
Somebody else might have been wise, and kept 'em.  Bir. 
I must confess, I loved another lately, but his affection's frozen up—  Cap. 
Bless you bevy of Ladies.  Bir. 
Sir, you are come most seasonably, before  
These Gentlewomen, I release your promise,  
My thoughts are fixed upon this Noble Knight,  
Affect now where you please; here is my husband.  Cap. 
You are not married?  Sim. 
No, but I came to bid you all to my wedding, I have  
Bespoke Gloves, and Points, and knacks, and knaveries.  Cap. 
I will dye Hymen's Saffron robe in blood,  
Put out the Torches with the tears of Virgins,  
And make the Temple quake.  Sim. 
Will you so Sir?  Cap. 
Excellent Rascal!  Bir. 
There is no way but to acknowledge it,  
It is no shame in love, there's no disgrace,  
For else by Law he may recover me.  Sim. 
Do y' hear Sir, you may take her if you please, but if she be troubled with a timpany, there is a man within a mile of an Oak, I name nobody, that has had,— some earnest of her body.  Cap. 
I hope you do but jest.  Sim. 
I'll make all sure; what a loving Lady is this?  Cap. 
Then I require you give me back this Diamond,  
The token once I gave of my devotion.  Sim. 
Why that's mine, I gave it her but now before all this company.  Bir. 
Be wise and let him have it, 'tis like his within my Cabinet, let's be quit on him, this will secure our marriage.  Sim. 
Let him have it there be more in Cheapside, but let's not tarry any longer Bird, he'll challenge all the rest of thy feathers.  Bir. 
I will obey you Sir.  Sim. 
Farewell beauties and kind Gentleman, if you come to my wedding, I name no time, nor place, we'll be very merry, excellent cheer I'll promise you, your belly full of Fiddlers.  Cap. 
Ha, Ha. Exit Sim. and Bir.  Aur. 
What did you mean? that Ring was his.  Cap. 
The Boy shall ha''t again: ha, ha, you do not know the mystery, this Lady is a boy, a very crackrope boy.  Au. 
Is't possible?  Cap. 
I made him first disguise himself.  Aur. 
Indeed?  Cap. 
Yes faith, to come to you.  Aur. 
Then I must tell you Sir, you have not used us civilly, to make our conversation ridiculous, To talk and compliment with a Boy.  Cap. 
Sweet Lady, by Hippocrene—  Aur. 
do y' not think your wit found out a precious device to make me love you by a precedent; is this your great Lady?  Cap. 
Do but hear me speak.  Aur. 
Not now, I know you have art enough to excuse it,  
Yet I am not merciless, let me entreat  
Your absence, without ceremony, when  
You come again, your talk will be more musical.  Cap. 
does she not prophesy the conceit, I go  
The Mask will do't, more musical? 'tis so. Exit.  Chr. 
Then he's gone to her  Yon. 
He did promise me.  Chr. 
Let other Virgins when they hear this story  
Wonder, but give me leave to love you for it,  
Indeed I do; look not so strange, your virtue  
Compels me to reveal it, 'tis no shame  
To own a passion, kindled by such goodness.  Yon. 
If I do understand you, give me pardon,  
To think you are not perfectly advised;  
I am a prisoner still to my Eugenia.  Chr. 
she is satisfied, and you are disengaged.  Yon. 
But she has not yet resigned the heart I gave,  
Nor can I think of any other Mistress;  
Choose in a plenty of more happy men,  
I gave too much away to love again. Exit.  Chr. 
I will retire to blush and weep.  Aur. 
Not so.  
Alas poor sister, now I fear you not,  
I see your purpose was to make me kind:  
I would he were my brother, but let's in  
And join our heads, some counsel would do well,  
'tis pity we two should lead Apes in hell. Exit.  
Sic explicit Actus Quartus.   

Actus Quintus.  Enter Eugenia and Thornay. Eug. 
MAy I believe myself so fortunate?  
Art thou returned, or do I dream thus happily?  
Are these my Thorney's arms? are those his lips?  
Can he repent his cruelty and love?  
How soon are all my tears dried up? I do  
Forgive my griefs, and think they have been modest,  
And gentle sufferings, who can merit such  
A joy, that has not felt a world of sorrow?  
Let us embrace again, and if thou canst  
Confirm me yet more, that I am awake,  
And taste my true delight.  Thor. 
By this, and this: Kisses.  
Through which, if it were possible, I durst  
Convey my soul, I am for ever thine,  
Created new to be made worthy of thee,  
I have been dead too long to thee, and virtue,  
Committed sin enough, in my neglect  
Of thee, to plant a fierce, and deep antipathy  
In every woman's heart against mankind;  
But you are merciful, and imitate  
The eternal nature.  Enter Woodhamore. Woo. 
Ha? how is this? a kissing?  Eug. 
We are betrayed.  Tho. 
So now 'tis done; I would not  
Be engaged to kiss you again, for all the estate.  
Your father left you.  Eug. 
I hope my breath has not offended you.  Tho. 
I cannot tell, I ha' not kissed a woman this twelvemonth, and had not done this, but that he had my oath to perform it; well you have the lip labour he sent you, Master Yongrave is well, will see you again shortly— Godbe-wi'y'.  Eug. 
Pray stay a little.  Tho. 
You'll send him such another token; employ your waiting woman, I am no common kiss-carrier.  Woo. 
Oh ho, is't not otherwise, he is a messenger from Master Yongrave, y'are welcome Sir.  Tho. 
And I be not, I am going Sir, to the place from whence I came Sir?  Woo. 
How does Master Yongrave?  Tho. 
As foolish as ever, he is still in love—  Woo. 
I pray commend me to him.  Enter Yongrave. Tho. 
You may now commend yourself, he is here.  Eug. 
Oh let me fly into his arms and boast  
Never had woman such a noble servant,  
Blessed was that minute Uncle, in which you  
First knew this Gentleman; more blessed I,  
That do enjoy by him, that which my heart  
Next heaven affecteth most; 'twill be an age  
Till holy Church confirms our vows, I cannot  
Manage the comforts you have given me,  
I did not think I should so soon have met  
A husband, Uncle.  Woo. 
I am glad to hear it.  Tho. 
Command thy truest servant, nothing wants  
But how to get her forth, 'twere soon dispatched.  Yon. 
Sir, we resolve not to lose any time,  
We'll marry instantly.  Woo. 
With all my heart.  Yon. 
The licence will be at Church, as soon as we,  
Than I shall quickly make you perfect owner,  
Of all those lands, that lie so near your Lordship;  
You have security, I shall perform  
When we are man and wise.  Woo. 
Right, Master Yongrave?  
You are an honest Gentleman, my Niece  
May glory in such a choice, I have some business,  
Excuse three minutes, I'll dispatch, and go  
Along with you myself. Exit.  Tho. 
How's that? he go? we must prevent that mischief.  Eug. 
Noble Sir, what service can reward this goodness in you?  Yon. 
If you acknowledge any benefit  
From me, in that I am enough rewarded,  
I wish you, what I cannot hope for, joy,  
But yet we have not finished.  Tho. 
What do y' think? if—  
'tis gone again, we must have some trick,  
To get off without him.  Enter Servant with a letter to Eugenia. Eug. 
From Mistress Chrysolina?  Tho. 
What and we should set some on's house afire,  
Do y' think he would stay to quench it? how has he  
Lived all this while, and has no more diseases?  
No honest Gout to keep him warm at home,  
In furs, no charitable Ague, fall  
Into his legs to stay him, no Sciatica?  
He is no Gentleman he scapes so well.  Eugenia reads. 
I love him above my life, but you have only his heart, he says; for which I languish, if you have power to dispose it, I will cherish some hope, he will love me, at least for your sake.  Tho. 
If he should with us, is't not possible  
He may have a fall, and break a leg, and 'twere but his neck, why may not some prentice throw a stone, and put an eye out, that he may go to th' Surgeons, or some horse, or cartwheel squeeze his toe, and stay his journey?  Eugenia reads. 
His noble carriage to you, made me first affect him, then since you are happy in another, let me owe to your virtue for his affection, without whom I am the most miserable— Chrysolina.  Eug. 
Let me entreat you Sir, peruse that paper.  
Sir you know Chrysolina?  Tho. 
I do know her.  Eug. 
Poor Gentlewoman is in love with Yongrave:  
we have arrived at our desires already,  
And want but the Church sealing, she is lost,  
Unless he meet her wishes, 'twill become  
Our piety to advance, in what we may  
The common cause of love, then briefly thus—  Yon. 
Can any Virgin affect me so much?  
She did prepare this argument before.  Eug. 
As you are charitable, go presently.  Tho. 
And leave you thus?  Eug. 
We'll get off, well enough: Eug. and Thor. whisper.  
Pray her to meet us.  Yon. 
I do pity her,  
And I have learned it from my sufferings;  
But I must keep my word, Eugenia  
Hath still my heart, and only can dispose it.  Eug. 
Then I resign to her, in this alone,  
I will deserve these noble offices.  
You know the place.  Tho. 
I'm perfect.  Eug. 
Love her, and let us all be happy.  Enter Woodhamore. Wood. 
Sir, I must desire  
You would excuse me, I would go with you,  
But that I have considered, 'twill be better  
That I should not appear, since you intend  
To have it private, there will be less notice  
If I be absent, and it may be thought  
You by some trick stole her away: D'ye mark?  Yon. 
Well thought on.  Wood. 
Then, sir, that opinion  
Will save our credit, and excuse the want  
Of ceremony, and the fruitless charge,  
Which is expected at her marriage:  
Is it not best?  Yon. 
You show your providence.  Eug. 
Though I could wish your presence.  Wood. 
Y'are not wise,  
Eugenia, go to the Church, and let me  
Salute you quickly happy bride and bridegroom:  
Away, I say.  Eug. 
He has prevented us. Exeunt.  Wood. 
The Land's my own, you wrong your joys to tarry,  
I would I had more Nieces thus to marry. Exit.  Enter Thornay and Chrysolina. Thor. 
Nay, never blush, but haste and meet the Gentleman.  
You have no reason to distrust me, Lady,  
After this circumstance.  Chr. 
Can I be so happy?  Thor. 
Have a strong faith, and find it so,  
Though once I was guilty of some wrong to thee.  Chry. 
Never to me: or if you had this news  
Is recompense enough.  Thor. 
I'll tell thee now:  
I was the cause that Gerard did neglect thee,  
In hope to gain thee for myself; I told him  
Thou hadst half consented to be mine.  Chr. 
This truth?  Thor. 
Bade him direct his Courtship to Aurelia,  
And so be sure of one: poor Gentleman  
Believed, and after lost thy sister too:  
But if no cure be seasonably applied,  
Gerard, I fear, will sink beneath his loss.  Chr. 
Was this the cause?  Thor. 
I must accuse myself.  Chr. 
I'll tell Aurelia this.  Tho. 
Do so.  Chr. 
She meant to visit him, but this will give her wings.  Thor. 
I will entreat her pardon, but make haste,  
I would not willingly be seen.  Chr. 
I feel  
Another soul, what raptures are distilled  
Upon my heart? Enter Caperwit.  Cap. 
She cannot choose but take it.  Thor. 
You know how to direct her, but be swift  
In your return.— Mr. Caperwit?  Cap. 
Your servant.  
Sir, if my sight be not unfaithful, I have seen you.  Thor. 
I owe much to your eyes,  
It was my happiness to see you here.  Cap. 
I do remember.  Thor. 
I observed your courtship  
To fair Aurelia.  Cap. 
Pray sir, can you dance?  Tho. 
Dance?  Cap. 
I presume you are a friend to her,  
Whose name made sweet your breath so late.  Thor. 
It did not stink before.  Ca. 
Excuse my Poetry.  Thor. 
Cry you mercy.  Cap. 
I know y'ave heard wherein consists my excellence.  Th. 
You are a Prince in Poetry, & please your Excellence.  Cap. 
The phrase in Latin's modest, use no reverence,  
To tell you true, you are a friend, I am upon a Mask—  Tho. 
That made you ask if I could dance.  Cap. 
'Tis right, and you should do me honour  
To lend your person to it, but I would  
Have it this night, before my Mistress, whose  
Mention perfumed your lips so late.  Thor. 
Sweet language!  
wi' your favour, Mr. Caperwit, who are the  
Principal Maskers?  Cap. 
Faith I have none yet,  
Beside myself, but a foolish Knight, one Sir Gervace,  
And's Lady, I want persons.  Thor. 
Let me furnish you.  Cap. 
And tie my everlasting friendship to you.  Th. 
They shall be of quality, most of your acquaintance:  
What if Aurelia be one? she loves you,  
I ha' discovered that; I know she'll do't,  
Her Sister for another, and myself,  
Frank Gerard and jack Yongrave, with his Mistress.  Cap. 
The number I desire.  Thor. 
I know your lodging, say no more, I'll bring 'em,  
This afternoon to practise, we may soon  
Perfect a dance.  Cap. 
Shall I trust to you?  Thor. 
Here's my hand.  Cap. 
I kiss it.  Thor. 
I may give you a hint perhaps for the device too.  Cap. 
I have no other gratitude but this,  
Live but a week, I'll send you an Ode; or die,  
I'll write your Epitaph. Exit.  Thor. 
I have no purpose to put your Muse  
To such expense. Farewell Phantasma.  Enter Chrysolina. Chr. 
Have I not been tedious?  
I told my sister all, and she is gone  
To Mr. Gerard, if their meeting prosper,  
I have directed where to find us.  Thor. 
Excellent, come, let's away,  
A thousand joys expect us. Exeunt.  Enter Gerard in his gown and cap. Ger. 
I once believed women were full of pity,  
Of soft and gentle constitutions:  
But I have found 'em cruel: for Aurelia,  
One of the best of all her sex, doth own  
A hard and tyrannous nature. Enter servant.  Ser. 
Sir, 'tis done.  Ger. 
I prithee let it be undone, as I am.  Ser. 
The Song,  Ger. 
I gave to be taught Music? I'll hear't anon:  
I prithee go—  Ser. 
Whither?  Ger. 
To Prison.  Ser. 
How Sir?  Ger. 
Yes, and ask when are the Sessions.  Ser. 
They are every month.  Ger. 
I would 'twere execution day tomorrow.  Ser. 
Why, with your pardon, do you wish it, Sir?  Ger. 
I would entreat the Surgeons to beg  
Some Woman for Anatomy, nothing else:  
I have heard their Lectures very much commended,  
And I'd be present when they read upon  
Her heart: for sure there is much difference  
Between a Woman and a Man, in that  
Same thing we call a heart, they do not love  
As we do; we are fools, indeed we are,  
To dote so much upon 'em, and betray  
The glory of our creation, to serve  
A female pride; we were borne free, and had  
From the great Maker Royal privilege,  
Most brave immunities: but since have made  
Tame forfeit of our Charter. Let me see't,  
It is the same, first read it, reach the chair:  
'tis yet no Song, infuse a soul into it.  

Song.  
If Love his Arrows shoot so fast,  
Soon his feathered stock will waste:  
But I mistake in thinking so,  
Love's Arrows in his Quiver grow:  
How can he want Artillery?  
That appears too true in me:  
Two shafts feed upon my breast,  
Oh, make it Quiver for the rest,  
Kill me with love, thou angry son  
Of Cytherea, or let one,  
One sharp golden Arrow fly,  
To wound her heart for whom I die.  
Cupid, if thou be'st a Child,  
Be no god, or be more mild.   Enter Aurelia and Servant. Ser. 
I have not, since I served him, known him so  
Oppressed with melancholy; he's asleep,  
I dare not wake him.  Aur. 
I'll expect a while.  Ser. 
This quiet will much benefit him, he  
Began to talk idly.  Aur. 
Heaven preserve the temper of his brain.  Ser. 
He wakes.  Ger. 
Ha, 'tis not she, do I dream still;  
Come hither, dost thou see nothing?  Ser. 
Yes, a Gentlewoman that came to visit you.  Ger. 
Do not abuse thy master, 'tis not possible Aurelia  
Will do me so much honour; in my sleep  
methought I parled with her, and my fancy  
Hath not yet lost her shape; Oh my Aurelia!  Aur. 
I come to ask thy pardon.  Ger. 
Do not mock me.  
Thou wilt be cruel when I wake again;  
And than I shall repent I dreamt so sweetly.  Aur. 
Y'are now awake, and I am your Aurelia,  
That if you can forgive her past neglect,  
Will give you proof of her repentance,  
But these tears—  Ger. 
Let not the ground be hallowed with  
Such water, I have a heart to drink this balsam:  
Enough Aurelia, do not make thy eyes  
Poor, to enrich thy bosom, where the drops  
Show like a carcanet of Pearl upon it,  
Thou hast enough restored me.  Aur. 
Oh my Gerard!  
Thou art too merciful, and dost forgive  
Too soon the injury I did thy love;  
But I am come to make thee satisfaction;  
And this is but a shadow of those joys,  
we must divide, if you vouchsafe to follow,  
As I direct.  Ger. 
'tis sin not to obey.  Aur. 
You must walk then.  Ger. 
It is to heaven thou goest.  
Convey me swiftly thither.  Aur. 
Nay, 'tis haste is now required.  Ger. 
What bliss can be denied,  
A man that follows such an Angel-guide? Exeunt.  Enter Thumpe. Thum. 
Where in the name of simplicity, should my Master be all this while? I have been at six Ordinaries, twelve Taverns, and I think four and twenty Bawdy-houses, places that Gentlemen use to frequent, and yet cannot find him: well, I am resolved to ask every man I meet; and if I cannot hear of him the sooner, I'll have him cried.  Enter Yongrave and Eugenia. 
Pray did you see my Master?  Yon. 
Thy Master? I know him not.  Thump. 
Nay Sir, did you see him? for if you see him, you cannot choose but know him; for he had a hundred marks brought him warm out of the Country this morning.  Yon. 
Much good do it him next his heart, I see him not. Ex.  Thump. 
No, no; there is no hope, 'tis but an unmannerly trick of any Master, to leave his man of'is fashion; 'tis well there is no press abroad, no disguised Constables twelve pence, and the king's name would put me into a pitiful Fever, and I should curse Sir Gervace in another Country, as often as I heard the report of a Musket, for bringing me up no better, that might ha' hued quietly at home, and gone a feasting with the trained Band without any danger.  Enter Thornay, Chrysol. 
Here is another youth, and his commodity, I'll inquire of him, Pray did you see my Master?  Thor. 
Thy Master, what's he.  Thum. 
A Knight Sir, I'll assure you, of the last edition that Was my foolish Master, for want of a better.  Thor. 
His name?  Thum. 
Sir Gervace Simple.  Thor. 
Something of a black complexion, with a weasel face.  Thum. 
The same Sir.  Thor. 
In a doublet of Orange-tawny Satin, richly laced? and blue trunk hose very suitable?  Thum. 
Very right Sir.  Thor. 
A long Italian Cloak came down to his elbows, a Spanish Ruff, and long French stockings.  Thump. 
just the same, how happy was I to meet with this Gentleman.  Thor. 
Faith honest friend, I saw none such.  Thum. 
Pox o' these questions.  Thor. 
But if thou'lt go with me, I may chance help to a sight of this Pageant.  Thum. 
Heaven bless your worship, and the sweet faced modicum in your company. Exeunt.  Enter Master Golds. Mistress Golds. Mis. 
To prison with your servants Husband; hang  
Them all, unless they find our daughters.  Gol. 
And I have sent to Sir john Woodhamore's,  
They may be with his Niece.  Mis. 
They never used  
Thus to absent themselves; Oh me unhappy!  Gol. 
we have been too indulgent.  Mis. 
I would have had them more restrained, young wenches  
That have so many suitors, grow soon wanton,  
And throw off their obedience; had you been  
Forward as I, they had been married;  
And than we had not suffered this perplexity.  
I did commend an honourable man,  
But your deliberation hath marred all,  
And they were here again—  Gol. 
Have patience wife,  
They are not lost for ever.  Mis. 
No, no, lost?  
They'll come again, double I warrant you,  
And perhaps treble, with some unthrift husbands,  
Of their own choosing.  Gol. 
It does trouble me.  
They were not used to walk abroad without  
A servant, to wait on 'em.  Mis. 
You must think  
They have servants of their own, for such a business,  
Young maids have plenty of such waiting men,  
And this has been a long conspiracy, I'll lay my life.  Enter Servant. Gol. 
What hast found 'em yet?  Ser. 
I can hear no news,  
And Sir john Woodhamore is much troubled Sir,  
His Niece is gone too.  Gol. 
hay day!  Ser. 
Sh'as been absent  
Ever since morning.  Gol. 
Precious, precious thieves!  
Eugenia's gone, let's have 'em cried together.  Mis. 
They that have found 'em, will too soon I fear,  
Alter the property.  Gol. 
We shall keep no virgins i'th' town shortly.  Enter Woodhamore. 
Welcome Sir john.  Wood. 
Is not my Niece Eugenia here?  Gol. 
Not here.  Mis. 
we have lost our daughters, and that's two for one.  Gol. 
Ours have been absent ever since the morning.  
Nor can we study what's become on 'em  Wood. 
Is't possible? is there no plot in this?  Gol. 
Our servants have inquired in every place.  
Of our acquaintance.  Wood. 
I will tell you Sir,  
You do remember Master Yongrave.  Gol. 
A servant of your Nieces;  Woo. 
The same Sir  
With my consent, he took her forth this morning.  
To marry her, I do believe he has done't,  
But it doth wrack my brain, why they should stay thus,  
They might have married, forty times by this.  Gol. 
You did perhaps desire it private.  Woo. 
And he too.  Gol. 
I will engage my life they are all together.  Woo. 
Do you think so?  Gol. 
I am confident, let's in to supper, and expect the best.  Enter Servant, and whispers Mistress Goldsworth. 
What news with him?  Mis. 
'tis something that he says.  Ser. 
I cannot find 'em.  Gol. 
How?  Ser. 
But I have met a Gentleman, that can  
Tell you some news.  Gol. 
That does concern my daughters?  Ser. 
So he reports, he is a cunning man, I think a conjurer,  
He talks of art, and spirits.  Enter Caperwit like a Conjurer. 
This is he Sir.  Cap. 
Gentles in your troubled brow,  
I read what you desire to know,  
Let no fear invade your heart;  
I will tell by powerful art,  
Your Children's fate, and where they are:  
Know then, they are wandered far,  
Led by Cupid God of loves,  
They have now arrived those groves,  
Where no happy soul can sleep,  
Venus doth there revels keep.  
Consecrating day and night,  
To song, to kisses, and delight:  
They in Elysium breath, choose whether,  
They shall move thence, or you go thither.  Woo. 
This is some Poetical business.  Mis. 
Sweet husband let us go to 'em, I have heard Poets talk much of Elysium, I would fain see whither they be honest of their words or no.  Gol. 
No it will befit them to come to us.  Cap. 
It shall be so: harmonious strains,  
That do bless those happy plains;  
Usher them forth, and shame the spheres,  
Charm with heavenlier notes our ears,  
Recorders .That when we see the lovers come,  
We may believe Elysium  
itself come hither, all those bowers,  
And the shades of pleasure ours.  Enter masked Yongrave, Chrysolina, Gerard, Aurelia, Thornay Eugenia, Simple Bird, between every couple a torch carried, they march over the Stage, and Exeunt. Gol. 
Who are all these?  Mis. 
I guess some of them, oh that I were in Elysium  Wood. 
What are they vanished? Another turn of your art Good Sir.  Cap. 
Chime other music.  Enter the Maskers, and dance. Woo. 
Now they will discover. Master Yongrave? I rejoice Yon. discovers .To see you here, this is the Gentleman I praised so much, he has Married now my Niece.  Chr. 
But I must ask your blessing, we are married,  Wood. 
Chris. unveils .Ha, another Sweetheart; I am abused, he is a very Knave; where is my Niece?  Gol. 
Is he worse for marrying of my child? nay, than my Blessing on you both, my son and daughter.  Mis. 
Aur. unveils .Where's Aurelia?  Aur. 
Here Mother, I have met a Husband too, let us divide your Prayers— soft Master Caperwit Ger. discovers .we are married Sir already.  Cap. 
How married? did not you promise me?  Gol. 
Master Gerard? nay and it be no worse I care not rise to my heart.  Ger. 
My duty shall deserve it, 'tis e'en so, good Master Caperwit you must dance without her.  Cap. 
Have I made verses and studied speeches for this?  Mis. 
Since there's no remedy, I bless you both, but I did Eug. unveils .wish—  Eug. 
Sir: if you will acknowledge your Niece.  
You must accept a Nephew too: we are as fast as they.  Woo. 
Death! I am cozened, cheated, there is law.  Yon. 
And there is conscience.  Th. 
I'll not give you a penny.  Yon. 
I will not publish Sir your avarice,  
Wish 'em good joy.  Woo. 
Well, 'tis done.  Tho. 
Yes faith Uncle, we are coupled, man and wife.  Woo. 
I'll inquire how this came about hereafter;  
Look you love her Sir.  Tho. 
As I will do my soul.  Sim. 
Gentlemen, all is not yet discovered; there are a pair behind, worth taking notice of; do y' know Sir Gervace Simple, I am the man.  Thu. 
Simple as he stands there.  Sim. 
And this is my Lady— what does thy hair come off already.  Pag. 
Your worship is a most egregious coxcomb.  Sim. 
A boy? Gentlemen, have I married a boy, or is she metamorphized?  Yon. 
Ha, ha, Master Caperwit's Page.  Om. 
Give you joy Sir.  Pag. 
The Bird is flown indeed la.  Sim. 
Bird? they make a coxcomb of me.  Cap. 
I am glad somebody else is cozened beside myself;  
Nay, nay take her, there is a man within a mile of an Oak,  
I name nobody, has had earnest of her body.  Sim. 
Bawdy quoth a Thump, I will sell thee my Knighthood for half the money it cost me, and turn Yeoman in the Country again; why there is neither wit nor honesty in this.  Thu. 
Be ruled by me, let's to some Tavern, and  
Drink away melancholy.  Sim. 
ay, and then we may steal away disguised, a match!  Tho. 
Nay, nay, let's all together, and make a merry night on t, Sim. Why how now Thump, are you sneaking away?  Gol. 
let's all together.  Ge. 
But first we must the licence of these Gentlemen.    

Epilogus.  
Our Poet knows you will be just, but we  
Appeal to mercy, he desires that ye  
Would not distaste his Muse, because of late  
Transplanted, which would grow here, if no fate  
Have an unlucky bode opinion  
Comes hither but on crutches yet, the Sun  
Hath lent no beam to warm us, if this Play  
Proceed more fortunate, we shall bless the day,  
And love that brought you hither; 'tis in you  
To make a little sprig of Laurel grow,  
And spread into a grove, where you may sit,  
And hear soft stories, when by blasting it,  
You gain no honour, though our ruins lie  
To tell the spoils of your offended eye:  
If not for what we are, for alas hear  
No Roscious moves to charm your eyes, or ear,  
Yet as you hope hereafter to see Plays,  
Encourage us and give our Poet bays. Exeunt.  
FINIS.