THE SPITEFUL SISTER. A New Comedy. Written by Abraham Bailey, of Lincolns-Inn, Gent.  

Licenced April 10. 1667,  
Roger L'Estrange.   
LONDON, Printed for Thomas Dring the Younger, at the White Lion next Chancery-Lane, in Fleetstreet, 1667.   

To the Reader.  
EPistles and Prologues being for the most part skipped over without reading, I had thought to have silenced my Pen as to either of them both, had not the importunity of the Stationer (who was unwilling to have a blank page, but that the Buyer might have enough for his money) prevailed with me so far as to give thee this short account of it; That as it is a Play, so I made the writing thereof only my Recreation, not my Study; done in few hours and youthful years, that may (rightly considered) excuse the Faults therein, which (if I am not partial) are not great, nor many; only these few committed by the negligence or oversight of the Printer: I must desire thee either gently to pass over, or else with thy Pen to correct.   

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The Persons Names.  

Occus. An old Humorous Lord.  
Beucer. His Clerk.  
Hare. A Debtor to Occus.  
Litus. A Suitor to Berania.  
Harps. Litus his Ruffian.  
Petus. A young Lord, afterwards Berania's Sweetheart.  
Lidorus. A Lord, Friend to Petus.  
Marus. Petus' Father.  
Lonus. Litus' Father.  
Admetus. A Virginia Tobacconist.  
King, Chancellor, Clowns, watchmans, Constable's, Gods, Goddesses, Nymphs, Servants, Murderers.  
Berania. Daughter to Occus.  
Losana. The Spiteful Sister to Berania.  
Thele. Waiting-Maid to Losana.  
Hacca. Waiting-Maid to Berania.  
Sarah. An old Sweetheart to Beucer.  
Winifred. Sarahs' Humorous Mother.    

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THE SPITEFUL SISTER.  

Actus Primus,  
Scena Prima.  Enter Occus Smoking, and Beucer. Oc. 
I Say, It is not so good to be cheated as to Cheat: So I do.  Beu. 
Does he mean honestly?  Oc. 
Hang honesty, he has put me to I-know-not-how-much trouble. I vow, so I do.  
A-Deuce take him for a knave.  Beu. 
Patience Sir, he did not intend—  Oc. 
Intent a fool; I protest so I do, I don't know what to do, I'm so vexed about it.  Enter Hare. Beu. 
He comes.  Oc. 
How de y' Sir? Well, what say you? de y' mark, I protest  
So I do, you had almost hindered me of seeing  
You; so you had, if you had not come as you  
Did: Will you pay-in the Money, and have your Bond?  Hare. 
My fortunes bow to you.—  Oc. 
I can't abide this elegant Fortune,  
Not I; My money, My money, Man?  Hare. 
Let my Condition plead for me.  Oc. 
That won't: the condition of the Bond is, to pay it  
Double, (de se?) double, I vow.  Hare. 
Your Honour's Merciful.  Oc. 
Merciful me no more than I Merciful you:  
For I vow (de se?) get it me quickly, or I'll  
Know why you won't: so I will as I live-law.  Exit Hare. 
Go bid Berania come to me, do so.  Exit Beucer. Enter Berania, and Hacca. 
Well, how now Berania, what say you to me about  
Litus? I protest, I believe he looks like a rich Man.  Ber. 
More tortures yet! The harmless dove pursued  
By threatning death from the Jar-falcons Talons,  
avoids that cruel touch, and lives secure;  
My duty checks too great a scorn but Love.  
Can utter stranger to his qualities,  
Free me from Inquisitions, worse than Death?  Oc. 
Well then, you won't ha' him? I'll tell him the  
Long and the short of the business, so I will.  Exit. Ber. 
'Tis strange to see wealth's power more than the strength  
Of Virtue, stacked by Croesus his false fame;  
money's Lord Paramount, and Riches sway  
My Father's fancy, for a prudent Soul  
Contents a Paradise, as unknown to most,  
As are the furthest Limits of Euphrates.  
Every Sense turns Secretary, to record  
His or my own hard Fortune, yielding's fatal;  
I have set my Resolution, and I'll see  
Myself Encloistered ere his wife I'll be.  Enter Occus, Litus, two Footboys. Lit. 
Well, how stands the wind of your Daughter's Good liking?  Oc. 
Why I protest-law it was so sharp North (so 〈◊〉  
〈◊〉, that it had like to ha' blown my Nose  
Away, I vow, so soon as I mentioned you to her;  
Law-ye.  Litus. 
Be plain.  Oc. 
Why, the Long and the short is, de se? she says, she  
Won't have you, I am in haste I vow, good b'y.  Exit. Li. 
To Fortune's Jigs the vulgar sort apply  
An armed resistance, whose weak affronts  
Dare not consult with Passion, unless  
It sings their requies sum: To love  
Is to be resolute, our wealth's a blessing  
To be contemned by none but those whose thoughts  
Fly to a Pin-feathered Philosophy,  
And use a Microscope, mounted on wings  
Of rare devotion to see if the World be any thing:  
My blood thaw's silence at a woman's scorn;  
Stay till I come.  Exit. 1. Footboy. 
My Lord will have her sure, if Means can do it.  2. Footboy. 
He's too well known, to be beloved by her.  1. Footboy. 
In his land her denial may walk so far,  
Tell it's weary steps, and forget itself.  2. Footboy. 
I don't know what they'll do.  Enter Litus. Li. 
Go deliver this Letter to Madam Berania,  Exeunt Fool-Boys, 
The labour of a strict pursuit,  
Is recompensed by handling the Prize.  
Delay, like Poppy, invites to a sleep,  
That cutting news should be the hardlier felt.  
Provide a bow for smiles: but if disdain;  
I'll get by Force what fair Means can't obtain.  Exit. Enter Berania, Reading the Letter. Ber. 
Your syllables make worse than banishment:  throws it to them. 
More captive to impiety, than the unwearied Passenger  
Toth' feigned mourning of a Crocodile  
Whose jaws, while reeking in the blood of those  
His last allurements sung sad Dirge's to,  
Seeks larger Preys.  Enter Losana. Lo. 
May duty teach my Sister.  Ber. 
What?  Lo. 
A Nobler lesson than Rebellion prompts to.  
Recant your error, so your Reason may  
A Prospect of all happiness seem clear  
As day, whose Minute are seldom favoured by  
Such smiles of Chance, as those were proffered you:  
Resolve amendment; to your changed mind  
The Golden Sands of Factolus come flowing;  
Embrace Honour.  Ber. 
How?  Lo. 
By nourishing the hopes of Litus, whose soul,  
As sad as Niobe's, takes pleasure  
In throwing down the Gems that dwell in it.  
His Birth ne'er taught him Courtship for a Maid  
Below itself.  Ber. 
His rashness, like a Warrant,  
Seconds his malice: to these I am an Enemy,  
Had he no more blasts of Morality.  Lo. 
To call him rash is Passionate, Passionate witty,  
An ornament to Youth.  Ber. 
Malicious too.  Lo. 
Hatred's a Puritan compaired, and frowns  
To see you learn your lesson but by halves,  
Too openly bore down his friends at this.  
Would keep the Scent, and were you a Man,  
Turn bloodhounds, o'erturn weapons 'til revenge  
Had gi'n the Lie, to all that dare maintain  
Him otherwise then a Fable, he sighs  
Meekly for you.  Ber. 
He's worse than Savage, that to get his will,  
Won't Fawn and Flatter; but denied still,  
His expectation suddenly converts  
His feigned Love to hatred and imparts  
Envy to Force, till with his wile he gets  
His own desire, by ‛ Proteus Changing fits.  Lo. 
All fancies Suppositions worse, his wealth  
It's so weighty, 'twould quickly surprise  
The swelling of a crook-backed quality,  
Nobles are a Pumice, hard enough to grind  
His errors into nothing.  Ber. 
Rich and Noble,  
Be coverlids of vices wrong, 'tis pity  
Who's greatest fit to govern, he's not fit  
To govern others, that cannot rule himself,  
They should grow big together, Pliny never  
Mocked Physic better. He comes, I'll not see him.  Exit Berania. Enter Litus. Li. 
To paint out to myself the warlike Trophies,  
Due to a Conqueror, of all that's bad  
And strong; the stolen hours  
Of Leander and Hero, when the Hellespont  
Was but a Kennel to him; argues their joys,  
Pigmies Fiction short of truth: my Sense  
Has made no Plaudit, 'til your Sister  
Seemed checking my hasty courtship, with a brow  
Clear of Anger.  Lo. 
A pleasant Landscape!  Li. 
False.  Lo. 
A Dream, may be.  Li. 
Worse.  Lo. 
My Industry may embalm your hopes.  Exit. Li. 
I come senseless here with equal passion,  
Heaven or hell moped to a Bul-begger;  
I Tantalise myself, such a dull Agent  
Deserves to see a foolish Messenger  
Bring back his Letters, covered which the mocks  
Of a Chambermaid. Harps, true Harps, come,  
Why stayest so long? ' It's passed the time you promised.  Enter Harps. Harps. 
An't I within my time, my Lord?  Litus. 
No less  
Than Ten pound, for an hours work: what sayst?  Harps. 
Propose.  Litus. 
Trusty; hast forgot that Virtue?  Harps. 
My Bonus Genius, I am ne'er without it.  Litus. 
Canst ' Fight?  Harps. 
No matter: I can murder, may be, without it.  Litus. 
Pish you are wide o'th' mark,  
We are about Venial sins.  Harps. 
Nay that's the mark I'd aim at.  Litus. 
A Lady, I'd ha'you and I steal from her Father.  
Every night they walk at six a clock here:  
Her Father's an old fool can't fight,  
Be ready: But if we are caught, canst swear?  Harps. 
If I can't swear, I can do nothing.  Litus. 
Get a Coach ready at six a clock precisely,  
Then meet me here.  Harps. 
I will, Sir.  Exeunt. Enter Lord Lidorus, Lord Petus, attended. Lid. 
What Friar graced his Order by a Miracle,  
In Spelling you to a Platonic love?  Pet. 
Resolves after Deliberation make  
A Circle; in whose Centre, the best life  
Lies hid on puny spirits such as boast  
They have the Summum Bonum when they tread  
In an old Mark made by their Mistress shoe;  
I'll bestow pity.  Lid. 
To received again,  
When tired with burdens of a way to Honour;  
Your Motion's quick, your Hands gripe labour, Mind  
Resolute to advancement, purchased by  
A weary diligence: a Lady's lap  
Enchants your purpose to a solitude,  
That into sleep, sleep to a dream, whose language  
Courts you to sweetness inconceiveable:  
As Considerations of Eternity.  
A Thousand precedents, bewail lost time, in your condition.  Pet. 
He's well can beware of others Harms,  
Example don't excuse a Fault,  
Love-sick's a great one.  Lid. 
Hold, a line of this subject.  Pet. 
Let's hear it.  Lidorus sings. 


O Sacred! Sacred Love,  
earth's chiefest joys above!  
That with thy nimble bow,  
take'st pride to stick below  
Thrice happy he whose Heart hath felt,  
the quiver of thy Golden belt.   

2.  
When Moping spirits Muse,  
what pleasure here to choose.  
Then Love's great shrine draws nigh,  
with erterprises high,  
To sway men's hearts and wrap them Eeven,  
to joys divine, a taste of Heaven.    Pet. 
Parturiunt Montes. To our business.  
Letters Inform me of the near approach of Death toth' Reverend  
Old Man: already 'thas took up all but his breath-room:  
Those Industrious hands that have so often acted his words,  
When they moved Audients passions to Love,  
To Hate, to Mirth, to Tragedy,  
Have now nothing to do but second fervent Prayers for you and I.  Lid. 
I'm promised news to day.  Pet. 
I expect some too.  Lid. 
At six a clock let's meet here,  
We'll impart the Novelty of each stop,  
And drown the time with tears that speaks him dead.  Pet. 
'T may fall out not so. Stars, and the best of Men,  
Do rise to set, and set to rise again.  Exeunt. Enter Occus, Losana, Thele, Berania, Hacca, Hare, and Beucer. Oc. 
Well, how now, Mr. Hare? well, de se? I don't know  
I vow, Oh will you pay in the Money, law-ye?  
And have the Bond?  Hare. 
You let others have it: upon that condition,  
I told you of, my Lord.  Oc. 
Sir I do, and I do not.  Hare. 
How do you then?  Oc. 
Very well, but that's nothing: my Money, Man!  Hare. 
I'll provide it,  Exit Hare. Oc. 
Good-buy: come Daughters, it's almost time to walk,  
As I live, so it is, i'th' Garden: so I do.  Ber. 
Will you bear us company?  Los. 
My hours an't my own.  Oc. 
Well Beucer, you see (so do you,) that this Hare  
Won't pay-in the Money, so he won't,  
I Vow now, de se, you may go if you will, I don't  
Need your Witnes-manship.  Exit. Beucer. 
Come Daughter I'll walk presently, as I live law-ye:  
And tell you, you are a Fool! so I will, I vow, for not  
Marrying the Gentleman.  Exeunt. Enter Harps, and Litus, with a Beard. Lit. 
I shan't be known, well Harps art ' resolved?  Harps. 
My horse needs nothing but a Silver spur,  
To hasten it on in such an Ambuscado.  Lit. 
She's leight, my Boy, we'll carry her with ease.  Harps. 
Leight! All the sex are so, She has been too leight  
For you already, you may speak Probatum.  Lit. 
Stand in that corner you, but first provide  
A Sword to fright the old Man, the young one's got  
The sooner.  Exit Harps. 
Honour's not repaid with Checks.  
If her estate be it bladder's her Pride  
I excel it; if her birth excel, that too.  
These things well weighed, my breast's too generous;  
To be submissive, and, at a Woman's scorn,  
Turn Novice.  Enter Harps with a Sword. Harps. 
A cold Iron!  Litus. 
Hot enough to make him run, as Firebrands do  
The Beasts of Greenland within that place:  
I'm here. Let 'em walk a turn or two, we may  
Take 'em at the more advantage.  
Harps, Coach waits.  Aside both. Enter Occus, Berania, and Hacca. Berania. 
Are you ready, Sir?  Occus. 
I'm ready to blow my fingers, they're so cold I vow,  
So I am.  Step i'th' Garden and walk. Enter Lidorus. Lidorus. 
Haste Petus to his Elegy.  Enter Boy. Boy. 
My Lord, Lord Petus stays to speak with you.  Lidorus. 
Bid him come in, and bring hither a Table.  Exit Boy. Enter Petus, Boy sets down the Table, & exit Lidorus. 
He's gone, those Ensigns of Honour;  
Your proper due Succession ushers in.  Petus. 
His Monuments.  Lidorus. 
Rich with the power of a holy Relic,  
Read it.  Go to the Table. Throws it upon the Table. Harps and Litus set on Berania. Berania. 
Help, help.  Lidorus. 
Hark; the cry of some distressed Gentlewoman!  Petus. 
At the sight of a Frog.  Berania cries out again. Lidorus. 
Hark, hark, in earnest let's run.  (They run and see her between them.) Occus crying. Lidorus. 
Dishonourable Villains! what Commission?  Litus. 
Our fancy's to your cost.  Petus. 
We'll try, provide.  all fight. Occus creeps under the table, and peeps. Litus runs, Harps falls down. Enter Occus from under the Table. Occus. 
The Rogues! pitiful unvalourful Dogs! I was mad as  
I live-law, to see what Cowards they were, I vow,  
To set on us as we were walking: but I  
Wished 'em hanged in heat of blood; as I'm here,  
So I did: thank the Gentlemen, Daughter, that  
Have so finely delivered you.  Berania. 
Gentlemen,  
To your protectors I'll be devout,  
And beg for a reward due to your Virtue;  
All the entreaties of a bended knee  
Shall guard my Sacrifice till courteous Heavens  
Know the deliverance of an innocent Maid.  Lidorus. 
Confirm we have served you by excepting it,  
The Gods make apprehensions of a Traitor,  
Confound himself, his means, all died with horror,  
Speaks daggers to his guilty soul, and saves  
His enemy a trial.  Berania. 
My life pays tribute to your valour.  Petus. 
If it be valour, Madam, we no way  
Can guests its rising, but from the bright day  
Of your own Beauties, which great Nature throws,  
And duty ties to the hearts of all those  
As profess honour.  Berania. 
Humble thanks your licent to my departure.  Both. 
Your obliged Servants.  Occus. 
Well, Gentlemen, I protest, so I do, this is a  
Great kindness; and I vow, I don't know how to  
Make you amends, so I done't: but good by.  
I would thank you a great deal longer, as I  
Live-law (de se?) but I vow I am a going home.  Exeunt Occus, Bera. & Hacca. Petus. 
Dost know this pretty Gentlewoman, prithee?  Lidorus. 
Why d'ye ask?  Petus. 
Her Wit, Beauties, and Behaviour are excellent.  Lid. 
Surprised indeed.  Petus. 
Be impartial to a Corrector.  Lid. 
Maintain it who are most secure  
From Love his torments, soonest do endure.  Exit. Petus. 
What sudden passion, like damp news of death,  
Conjures my blood about my heart grown weak?  
Because I can't expound a petty riddle  
Delivered her, what then? I'll ne'er believe,  
I always dreamed till now I ha' been Garlic,  
Destructive to Love's adamantick virtue;  
Her very posture how it presents itself  
Before my intellect, as a true prologue  
To some future and stronger invasion.  Exit. Enter Berania, Hacca. Hacca. 
Prefer the memory of those Gentlemen;  
Doubtless, Madam, they were some that knew you.  Ber. 
Not one thunderbolt to kill this monster?  Hacca. 
Trouble finds ease when opened, Madam,  
To my obedience here's, my life. Your counsel  
Is further from my mouth than Mahometism.  Ber. 
He in the beard had the voice of Litus.  Hacca. 
Monstrous villainy! Can so foul intents  
Lie i'th' pavement of so smooth disguise?  
The world's deceitful, who by fair words,  
Credit, performances just and honourable,  
Find one is empty, the other void,  
Perfidious.  Ber. 
I wish all been't so.  Hacca. 
That all for one be blamed, Heavens forbid!  
Though foul pretences under fair he hid;  
Yet mischief gathers mischief, and who thought  
Others to catch, in his own net is caught.  Ber. 
Providence may pay him so.  Sigh. Hacca. 
Let my industry ease you of these sighs,  
Your Sister's with him often.  Ber. 
Innocence is preserved by Angels.  Sigh again. Hacca. 
Be it criminal, and take away my life,  
To speak my Mistress Secrets; tell me, Madam,  
What I ha' been I'll ever be,  
In life a trust, to death fidelity.  Ber. 
Inquire the names of the two Gentlemen  
That rescued me, describe the blackest most.  Hacca. 
You love, I will dear Madam when I ha' done:  
He begs admittance to kiss your hand.  Ber. 
Hush, here's my Sister's Maid, be intimate, inquire.  Hacca. 
What she knows is my own already.  Enter Thele. Thele. 
Madam, your Sister prays your company.  Ber. 
I'll go myself.  Exit. Hacca. 
Don't Litus often wait upon your Mistress?  Thele. 
I know nothing.  Hacca. 
Yes, she'd have her Sister marry him;  
His treachery has burdened all men's ears.  Thele. 
How!  Hacca. 
worse than a Rape.  Thele. 
Who told you?  Hacca. 
I was by, and see it myself.  Thele. 
Since you know it, no longer I'll deny  
Her private malice, his invet'racy  Hacca; 
Shall be no more the cause of discontents,  
To expectation happen cross events.  Exeunt.  

Actus Secundus.  
Scena Prima.  Enter Admetus and Beucer. Beucer. 
IT's all as I tell you.  Admetus. 
Your Pilot taught you that trick.  Beucer. 
I lost my silver Hatband aboard.  Admetus. 
You thought she had been a prey conveyed thither;  
By Cidnappers upon that built your hopes,  
That Virginia would a nursed your Bastards:  
Instead of writing your Master's Accounts,  
Nothing was heard but, pray give Mistress Sarah  
More Punch, white Biscuit, Oil to her Fish; her mother  
Will oil your Fish.  Beucer. 
By this hand I'd not love  
A Wench as well as thou for more money  
Than you got by Annoque-Tobacco last year.  Admetus. 
You love smoke too 'tis a sign, or else  
You'd ne'er a crept i'th' Stow.  Beucer. 
But say, Wilt marry her? I'll add to the Sum.  Admetus. 
Marry, I may do so.  Beucer. 
You may.  Admetus. 
I don't love Fly-blows tho, farewell.  Exit. Beucer. 
It's easy to do that with one finger  
Can't be remedied: my business don't fadge.  Enter Thele. Thele. 
Did you see Hacca?  Beucer. 
Not I  Thele. 
How long ha' you been here?  Beucer. 
Mum.  Thele. 
Pray tell me, Sir.  Beucer. 
——  Thele. 
The man's in a maze sure.  Exit. Beucer. 
I'm in a maze sure enough with your face.  
That sure is a Screech-owl to my advancement;  
I wish I had a Wife, to spoil this ugly business,  
This Gentlewoman's better, my conscience  
Is i'th' Spanish mode, I'll see to get her:  
Her name's Thele; my Schoolmaster I remember  
Said, the Beast Hyena had that in her  
Would be witch a man to love: I think  
This Maid has some Hyena in her too,  
I have a Book at home s'es, Marriage is  Angol. 
Honourable, but it is good to be honourable.  
I'll take another course, use this no more,  
It's better love a Wife, than keep a Whore.  Exit. Enter Petus. Petus. 
Imperial Madam, Could no lucky merit  
Resist the charm of an insulting passion?  
A foe as just as cruel, resents affronts  
With rage, impetuous beyond proud Tarquin,  
I'll do more penance than a Galleyslave,  
That spurns his thraldom with laborious strokes:  
Eager to anticipate his destiny,  
I'm guilty to expoliate my crime.  
As your despiser strike my heart asunder,  
But save the Love within it, carry it to her,  
And tell my own words did it, may be then  
One Tear may fall to glue it up again.  Exit. Enter Litus Covert from the Wood Litus. 
A vow, as fatal to my purposes,  
As his wished Sword, whose glistering brandishing  
Makes accents to his words, commands attention:  
Must I be pillored to dishonour, stand  
The moveless subject of both their hisses:  
'Tis for Berania die or cut through throngs  
Of danger, were revenge i'th' same place,  
Her favour should a graced, surprise his chants,  
ere they cleave air, and come unto her ear.  
I speak of things above me, to his strength  
My wounds set seal, may be he's innocent;  
Then 'twould be base to intend a mischief, change  
Thy fury into reason, may chance that may  
Invent a safer and securer way.  Exit to the Wood Enter Berania and Hacca. Ber. 
What Bird has crossed thy way? and drove you back  
With Omens to our meeting, tell me prithee:  
I'm Miserable of all lovers, that love  
And dare not reveal it.  Hac. 
Nothing but Sunshine to our intents, Madam  
Why grieve you? To your smiles I'll bet my Honour,  
He suffers more for you, than you for him.  
I see his blood daunt in his face: as if  
It were Eclipsed, and strove to master Love.  
His eyes were steady, you paid it again;  
Not without checks to those inamoring Lamps,  
For taking so much liberty.  Ber. 
Recount your Progress, to me dissemble nothing.  
Hast spoken to him? if he be sworn already  
To serve another Mistress, I'll but weep,  
And sing her happiness, where signs shall keep  
Time to my Song, and part each line from other.  Hac. 
'Tis no such matter Madam; let us make  
This hour remarkable, by finding out  
A way may ease us, and resolve our doubt:  
I'll do it thus.  Ber. 
How?  Hac. 
I'll go a purpose, to ask if he took  
The sword from him, that had the black beard on;  
Pretending your misdeem is singly placed:  
And could by seeing the sword judge who it was  
Before he answers: a dissembled qualm  
Shall beg my excuse, for leaving him so quickly,  
He comes my life for't, to resolve yourself.  Ber. 
I like it, go, let providence bespeak  
A crown for this imposture 't may deserve one.  Exeunt several. Enter Sarah and Beucer. Sarah. 
If Love won't, pray let Pity, of your oaths  
And earnest promises, incite you to  
A kinder satisfaction for my Honour.  Beu. 
What, always haunted with you as a Ghost?  
I ha' found me a new Love: Seek you one too.  
Admetus told me what would come of meddling with Sluts:  
I lost my Silver Hatband aboard, following him about.  Sarah. 
Consider, how yourself swore and protested,  
You were enamoured, of my poor Beauty;  
Let the remembrance of your former Love  
Be a privation, to your present Hate.  Beu. 
Why? rest contented, I tell you, if you had not  
Been so free of your flesh, I should a loved you still:  
And according to Plato, I may again.  Exit. Sarah. 
Justly disdained Sarah, now thou reap'st;  
The fruits of thy o'er fond credulity.  
How oft might I have been candidly entreated?  
Had I not thrown away myself upon  
The Charybdis of his flattery; which brings  
Me to the Scilly of this extremity  
To repair my esteem, by his enjoyment,  
Or take revenge for his disloyalty.  
Away! should I, under a nother's name  
Disguised, seek to vindicate myself  
Or reputation, a 'las I may die,  
I love him too well, use fair means, I'll humbly  
Go and complain to Mother, and seek her help.  
To urge affection, Treason le's refrain,  
What meekness can't? Malice will ne'er obtain.  Enter Winifred. Winifred. 
Oh! my Daughter! my Daughter! my Child! my  
Chick! Where hast ' been my Love?  
Come pretty Sarah, I have not seen you I  
Know not when.  Exeunt. Enter Lidorus. Lid. 
Man is but Mortal, his resolves more brittle  
Than Ice a minute old: Certainty  
Rests till 't'as breath, and fly's away again  
For one new reason, all faculties strike sail;  
But sundry passions we are subject to,  
Make Civil-war: then to the victor must  
A pleasing object be presented. Love  
Revels in's humours: What sad ditty is this?  Petus singing within. Petus Sings. 

Help ease great Powers, Why do you thus prevent me,  
And laughing takes a pride still to torment me?  
My fears and sorrows sadly mourn within,  
To see their cause from troubles still begin.  
Then miserable I, how shall I bear it:  
Languish for Love, and yet must not declare it.   Entering with Hacca. Hac. 
I fetch her, Sir.  Lid. 
'Tis he  
From moaning your condition, your own plaints  
Besought me silence; let's confirm our friendship.  Embrace 
On your resolve to love none, experience  
Has preached a better lesson, than Meditation  
Furnished me with afore you sung.  Enter Hacca, and Berania. Hac. 
Madam, here's the Gentleman, here's both I think.  Ber. 
While hot a wound's not felt, in the amazement  
Your arms gave period to, I thought of nothing  
But gratitude: since (all things quiet) Circumstances,  
As Treason seldom goes unpunished, offers  
Me means of findinged out, the Sword, my Lords,  
Discovers his Master's villainy if't be he,  
Had either of you it from him.  Petus. 
He run wilt in his hand (Madam) 'tis kept,  
To cut his Conscience when he gazes on't.  Enter Occus. Oc. 
Well, how now Daughter? I protest (so I do)  
I wondered where you were, I vow, your servant, humble Sir,  
Your servant, Gentlemen.  Both. 
Yours.  Ber. 
Father, to these Gentlemen we owe  
Our rescue in the Garden.  Oc. 
I vow, I think, I thought so, pardon me Sirs, I  
Did not know you, I vow, so I do, why we fought  
Bravely, I protest law-you, I was never in a worse  
Combat in my life, as I live-law, but we came  
Well off (the see?)  Lid. 
Heavens, be thanked.  Oc. 
Gentlemen, will you please to drink a cup of Wine?  
I vow I'd have you come in, (so I would,) be merry  
All danger's over now, de-see, I pray come in do so.  Pet. 
We'll follow your courtesy, my Lord.  Exeunt omnes. Enter Thele and Beucer, fuddled. Beucer. 
Ah! Sweet Thele, Mistress Thele love me.  Thele. 
I wonder, you importune me so.  Beucer. 
Thou, sweet-sweet-sweet-sweet-sweet face,  
Would I had thee I'd give all the desks in my Bond.  Thele. 
I must confess you are so charming, that  
Your Rhetoric, like Orpheus his Harp, would make  
Stones fly about your head.  Beu. 
If you'll ha' me,  
My Rhetoric shall make stones fly about your  
Ah ah ah ah ah head too.  The. 
Why, you are fuddled, you are in a pickle  Beu. 
Of Cucumbers, it's salt to see you want ha' me! I'm sure.  Thele. 
Go sleep: till sober sober carriage, then,  
And better manners learned, come we again.  Exit. Beucer runs after her. Enter Winifred, Sarah, and Admetus. Win. 
Ah my dear Duck! where hast been my Love?  
Come Dear, we'll go home and ha' a pot of ale, my Love:  
Alack I'm undone! help, help, help, my Delight weeps:  
Who has hurt my Love? I'll ta ' 'em away.  Sar. 
If I, dear mother, have transgressed the Law  
Of Nature, what I expect but Justice.  Win. 
Tell me my Joy, I'll beat, kick, scratch, claw, bite 'em:  
My Dear, who has hurt my Love?  Sar. 
Have patience Mother, and provide your car  
To hear my loss, the story I'll declare,  
And beg your pardon: my Lord Occus his man.  Win. 
I am almost mad, my Love.  Sar. 
Pray hear. Beucer coming aboard the Ship  
Where I was then to take my leave of my Uncle,  
Professed me Love; and with a thousand sighs  
Mingled entreaties, soliced.  weeps. Win. 
Come, come, come, go on quick, speak my Dear.  Sar. 
My good will that Heavens know I thought  
Was innocent and conjugal, his lasting  
Importunities and promises  
Of Marriage took my honour from me. I  
O'ercome by his deluding tongue, am forced  
To wail my hard fortune, and wailing so,  
Augment my griefs, and they augment my woe,  
Without the least hope of comfort.  Win. 
Oh oh! I'm undone, I ha' lost my Daughter's Virginity,  
Virginity, I ha' lost my Daughter's Virginity.  Sar. 
Pray Mother hear.  Win. 
Oh! I ha' lost my Daughter's Virginity.  Sar. 
Good Admetus be pleased to relate his leaving me,  
Tears stop my utterance.  Win. 
Tell on Love, tell on Duck; tell me Sir.  Admetus. 
After this the Knave dishonestly leaves your Daughter,  
And I believe is in love with another.  Win. 
Is this true Daughter, my Joy?  Sar. 
True, Mother.  Win. 
I'll claw the Rogue's Nose off.  Exeunt running. Exeunt all. Enter Lidorus and Petus. Lid. 
The entertainment was good.  Pet. 
Cruel Love! that takes his chief delight,  
To use his fury, and display his spite;  
Frowning he laughs, and strives to punish still  
A Wretch with death, and yet denies to kill.  
I love to see her, and her very eye,  
As soon as seen, make me dissolve and die.  Lid. 
Unless you'd shake me off, expel these words,  
'T bewrays your folly.  Enter Winifred wildly. Win. 
I pray did you see Beucer the Rogue, the Villain? I'll  
Claw him to pieces, the Rogue.  Exit. Lid. 
You want not the Lion's Kall or Herb Philocrassa,  
As Naturalists name't, to touch her hand,  
Perfume her chamber, or mingle in her drink:  
She loves you well enough already: nothing  
Disorders notes, and breaks your harmony,  
But silence to a friend runs open-armed,  
The sweetest message of all history.  
I'll be your Spokesman.  Petus. 
Miracle of honour!  Embrace. Lid. 
Promise to meet me here betwixt those Walls,  
I'll sing your Lullaby, and borrow breath  
From the winged words of your Berania.  Petus. 
My life and fortune wait upon the news.  Lid. 
Attend my return.  Exeunt, several. Enter Litus and Losana, several. Li. 
Your Sister loves.  Losana. 
Any other than yourself?  Lit. 
To be disobedient.  Los. 
And perverse.  Li. 
More than all this.  Los. 
How?  Li. 
She sleights your counsel, mocks your Father's threats,  
And, worse, o'er throws her modesty: that custom  
Which bears out Ladies, to expect the prayers  
Of servants kindled by a hot denial,  
Is buried in her thoughts; she outdoes shame.  Los. 
Be particular.  Lit. 
Among these Trees I heard her Lover mourn,  
The giddy mixed words of a strucken Soul,  
Desires Orator for Berania.  
He went, she came attended by her Maid,  
'Twixt his complaints and her rash impudence,  
Comparison is lost; she stretched invention  
For ways to make him know she loved him,  
devices stratagems to see him, runs  
The rest of punishments for violating  
Herself, and friends to your serious thoughts  
Contempts as plain as day; her wantonness  
And toleration in't, it ploughs up duty,  
Sow's pride in'ts place; and, if suffered to grow,  
Will overtop your endeavours to reclaim her.  
Your birth puts briers in your hand, why use them,  
Blow down her Babel.  Los. 
'Twas my Father's will  
As well as mine, a mischief before 'tis hatched  
Is bended; lightly grown benumbs those Joints  
That reach its head: For desperate Maladies  
Let's use severe purgations. Tyrant's rule  
By being smoothed up in their Cruelty.  
Then torments pay their tutor's negligence,  
Who nourish sucking Vices with a Flatter.  
I'll break her or myself, let's set a time.  Lit. 
Do it when you please.  Los. 
Don't fail, till then I'll seem  
Honey to both.  Exit. Lit. 
My heart forbids me, and I'll never see  
Her wed another that refused me.  Exit. Enter Berania and Hacca. Hac. 
he's a fine Gentleman, Madam.  Ber. 
His carriage puts me to a greater muse  
Than Sphinx's Riddle; What dost gather Hacca  
From his motions?  Hac. 
I'm no Diviner, Madam.  Enter Lidorus. Lid. 
A Gentleman, Madam, whom I dare speak virtuous  
In doing Justice, was surprised and taken;  
He suffers hardship in his close Confinement,  
And seeks deliverance; his courteous Keeper  
Craves but your hand and word for his Release.  Ber. 
I know him not.  Lid. 
A Stranger assaulted by a crew of Thiefs  
Already his masters, when past hopes of life,  
Is succoured by a noble Passenger,  
Not without wounds to th' Victor, whose dumb signs  
Seek help from him he rescued: if he can,  
And won't contribute to the cure of t'other,  
Eaned he ingrateful?  Ber. 
In the highest degree.  Lid. 
The Prisoner is Lord Petus, Madam.  Ber. 
You astonish me.  Lid. 
Your Prisoner.  Ber. 
How?  Lid. 
To your Graces and Beauties; 'tis so.  Ber. 
I like your mirth, but change your subject.  Lid. 
Millions of sighs beg leave to kiss your hand,  
Confirm your Judgement to the case I put;  
His flames consume him, quench 'em with one word,  
Let me haste to his Deliverance.  Ber. 
'Twould be too coy his Service to deny,  
To grant it argues too much levity.  Lid. 
'Twould not be lightness to resolve a Grant,  
'Tis for his Life, Madam, deny't you can't.  Ber. 
Love e'er he seeks it, that's immodest, so,  Lid. 
Mercy before modesty ought to go.  Ber. 
Yea, where the time can dispense but of one,  Lid. 
It don't this kill that will revive alone.  Ber. 
Let's try both then, one with the other will  
More welcome be, good is discerned by ill.  Lid. 
To afflict one so cast down would be too rough,  
'Tis sin to tread what's trodden down enough.  Ber. 
Time future may what present can't produce;  
Then of this favour let him make good use.  Lid. 
I'll carry his pardon.  Exit. Hac. 
The Stars take care of you, Madam,  
Here's a Present beyond expectation;  
You saved your blushes i'th' conquest too.  Ber. 
Our inventions may sleep hereafter.  Hac. 
How finely coy you were! I see Disguise  
Is the Familiar of a Lady, Madam.  
This verifies the Proverb:  
Women like Shadows are, which if you shun,  
They'll follow; but pursue 'em, away they'll run.  Exeunt. Enter Beucer and Thele. Beucer. 
Mistress, the emptiness of my belly may tell you  
How sorry I am for my last offence.  Thele. 
Then you fast for your looseness  Beucer. 
Of life you mean; I can sooner be without my  
Ears than seeing you.  Thele. 
You flatter.  Beu. 
Like a Magpie.  Thele. 
You dissemble.  Beu. 
This knocks down my ambition, if I do not wait  
Upon you, that is to say, have your company; for  
Sadness I am a second Melpomene.  Thele. 
But not half so grave.  Enter Occus and Winifred with a stick. Win. 
Oh you Rogue Beucer, 'tis he, 'tis he.  goes to beat him. Beucer runs behind Occus. Occ. 
Why I vow so I do, this is a disgrace.  Winifred runs about after Beucer. Occus holds her stick. Occus. 
Nay, hear woman, I vow I never see such a woman  
I' my life, I protest so I do.  Win. 
I ha' lost my Daughter's Virginity, the Rascal had it  
Aboard the Ship, and now leaves my Girl.  Beu. 
Speak softly, and I'll answer you.  Occus. 
Why I vow, why did you do so? you are a Knave;  
De se, as I live-law, marry her, marry her.  Win. 
Do, she's my only Girl, then I'll love thee my Chuck.  Beucer. 
Be patient, she's handsome I must needs confess.  Exit, Occus. 
Why law-now he may marry her in time.  Win. 
If he don't, my Lord, I'll scratch the Rogue.  Enter Berania, Hacca, Losana, and Thele. Ber. 
Here's my Father, Sister.  Occus. 
I Daughters I am here about an ugly business:  
I vow I wish the Devil had it, so I do.  Los. 
Pray Sir tell it us.  Occ. 
I vow one thing comes before another, that I can't  
Speak a word, I'm so vexed, as I'm here.  Los. 
Pray Sir tell it us.  Win. Weeping and curching 
I will forsooth Mistress.  
My Daughter's Virginity! Beucer, the Rogue Beucer  
Has lain with my Daughter, and sleights her.  Goeth and speaks to Thele. 
How d' you Cousin, Beucer the Rogue has defiled  
My Daughter's Virginity aboard a ship, and now has left her.  Thele. 
Has he so! (O Goodness!) Aunt be patient.  
Is't possible? pray Aunt say nothing of it,  
Till I give further order; seem to forget it.  Win. 
I will indeed forsooth Cozen.  Exit. Thele. 
Beucer, how can you profess love to me,  
And have abused my Cousin? It's well I know it;  
May be I'll help it, Wisdom instruct me in't.  Exit. Occus. 
Well Daughters, de se, I'll leave you I vow.  Exit. Los. 
Sister, your strangeness troubles me; if Love  
Take up your fancy, tell me, to your counsel  
I'll be as faithful as your inward thoughts.  
Your Looks speak Passion.  Ber. 
Yours not Philosophy.  Los. 
Truth needs no gloze, Lord Petus claims you his.  Ber. 
Who told you?  Los. 
A Friend,  
They know more than myself.  Exit with Hacca. Los. 
Waned Litus potent good enough for you?  
Ha's too much pride bewitched you? he s'es true,  
You do insult, and more, if suffered, will.  
It's good remedying new sprung mischief still:  
'Tis my resolve ere you two married be,  
I ha' vowed a stop.  Litus, 
A Tragedy.  Exit.  

Actus Tertius.  
Scena Prima.  Enter Lidorous and Petus. Petus. 
Welcome Lidorus—.  Lidorus. 
Snatch that word again,  
Do not mistake the liveliness that sits  
Upon my Face is to add to persuasion;  
That you would bear the news of doubtful things  
With a stayed Courage.  Pet. 
Some religious man  
Be foed to prepare me for a death  
To th' world and all his vanities: within  
A narrow Cloister I'll hem in't my wishes;  
And when the Bell rings to a rigid meeting,  
Repent my earthly thoughts, and punish them  
With hard mortifications: speak my doom,  
Or point it rather, let some dying sign  
Throw my misfortune in my face, that I  
May hush up all in silence.  Lid. 
Take it then,  makes a sign. 
Stayed courage lest you should be ecstasied  
With joy, and make your succour your undoing,  
Like those are almost starved when they see meat,  
Expire with greediness.  Petus. 
What doubtful things  
Should check my welcome to you.  Lidorus. 
Canst believe  
A man may be in Paradise ere he prays for't?  
Or hover amongst Angels ere he thinks it?  Pet. 
As to his thoughts may be.  Lid. 
Then be so.  
Upon my honour all she commands you,  
Is to be faithful; such a glorious Flower  
ne'er blossomed in so short a time before:  
Her words are full of sweetness, mild and fair,  
Courteous as may be, free from fond allurements.  
I begged your life, she grants it, visit her,  
And find more than I tell you to be true.  Pet. 
Say but she's mild, and I'll outdare worst fate,  
And kind, there's ne'er another word like that:  
It lifts my fancy higher than the story of Elysium.  Lid. 
Take my faith to't, mild and kind too.  Pet. 
Sure the Spheres sing to beguile me;  
Upon your memory ten thousand thanks  
Shall dwell: I'll publish how much friendship is  
In Lisborn, in yourself with such an accent,  Embrace. 
'T shall more an imitation till the world,  
Know to be honourable.  Lid. 
Your pardon, Sir.  Enter Occus. Occus. 
Well, how d'ye Gentlemen? d'ye see, Sir, I am come  
About a business of very great exigence as I  
Live-law, so I am I vow the case is thus Law-you;  
I heard you were in Love with my Daughter,  
(D'e-see) and I vow she might a had a Lord  
With a great Estate, (d'e-see) but as I live-law  
I am so much a friend to Valour, I vow, that if  
You have a good Estate, look you, Sir, I had as  
Live you should have her (d'e-see) as any body else.  Lid. 
He possesses the Revenues of a noble and industrious Family, my Lord.  Occ. 
Look you, Sir, I an't for complementical words; but here  
Stands the case, if my man Beucer s'es you are  
A pretty Gentleman (d'ye s'e) as to Estate, as I live-law  
I'll present to my Daughters marrying you I vow, so  
I will with all my heart: Can a man say more  
For his heartblood, Gentlemen?  Pet. 
You are all-obliging, my Lord.  Occ. 
Why every body se's so, as I live-law: Come smoke  
A Pipe of Tobacco at my house, Gentlemen.  Both. 
We attend you my Lord.  Exeunt omnes. Enter Beucer and Thele. Beucer. 
Dear Mistress I sigh till I am as hoarse as a  
Parrot, and cry every day, I beseech you love me.  Thele. 
If I thought you were in earnest, I'd let loose  
The reins of love, it's hard to keep 'em in;  
You are so bewitching.  Beu. 
To my fovour, my face you mean:  
If I ben't in earnest, I wish the hands of a  
Pickpocket may deprive me of my Looking-glass,  
Before I see home.  Pulls out a glass and looks in't. Thele. 
A deep curse, is it so precious?  Beu. 
A representitive of the external faculties of the  
Face; or rather to talk elegantly: The lively object  
Of Beauty or deformity; In which we view as it were  
The heart through the eyes.  Thele. 
These are high words indeed,  
To be no longer wooed, I love: and think  
The day too long till we are Married.  Beu. 
I am mad with joy! Your goodness! Your goodness!  Thele. 
Ben't carried away with every beauty,  
And leave me; seeing I have been so free:  
And opened myself to you, I could not help it;  
Every sight of you made my stomach dance.  Beu. 
Will you grant one favour, sweet Mistress?  Thele. 
In Modesty, what is't?  Beu. 
Cool me a little Mistress, it's my modesty makes Me mince it so.  Thele. 
Are you hot then?  Beu. 
Oh! Beyond the Superlitive degree far, alas, that is to say,  
Otherwise tormented, you don't know how I burn!  Thele. 
You an't burned yet, Sir.  Beucer. 
But scorched very much, add that favour to the rest.  The. 
My Service is due to you as my Husband, Sir.  Beu. 
Give me leave to satisfy myself with you now,  
And then, I shall die without it, sweet Love.  The. 
I'll obey your will virtuously inclined, Sir, but  
I don't know what you mean.  Beu. 
Only your company.  The. 
Henceforth command it.  Beu. 
And the sight of Alabaster Legs, Mistress.  The. 
Away, Sir, that must crown our Marriage;  
Rejoice in this your sincerity made you the  
First in my favour.  Beu. 
I do indeed, this Verse of my own making tells you  
So; for I had a good sign that you would  
Love me: A Raven cried, Marry, Marry, at my  
Chamber-window afore-day;  
Now I have all, what else can I implore?  
I ha' got my Love, and I desire no more.  The. 
Very good.  Beu. 
A very good Verse, we call it a Heroic, it has  
Just ten feet, which is the Orthodox Rule  
Of our Modern Poets.  Exit Beucer. The. 
The Fool, or rather Knave, thinks I am enamoured;  
I am so but to see my Cousin vindicated:  
Heavens have heard my prayers, and smile down  
A perfect grant to our own intents;  
He sleeps in's pranks securely, little dreaming  
That I am privy to his waggery.  
How men speak double to ensnare our Sex  
With gilded words, when all their purposes  
Are more remote than East from West, I wish  
I could but speak with her: Boy, you boy.  Calling. Enter Boy. 
Go to Sarah Moren, and tell her I stay to  
Speak with her.  Exit Boy. 
Poor Maid, how she builds Castles in the Air,  
And dreams of peace if he'd love her again:  
Such is the thoughts of pleasure after pain.  Enter Winifred and Sarah. Win. 
Here, here Cousin, here's my Daughter, my Duck;  
I came running in such haste, that I sweat  
Intolerably.  Fans herself. Sar. 
Dear Cousin, I threw away sadness at your message,  
Thinking it might have good news in it.  The. 
I sent to renew my former charge that you  
Would carry all things close and hush, and you,  
Aunt Winifred.  Win. 
I forsooth.  The. 
Be not so mad and furious  
With Beucer, 'tmay contribute to your good.  Win. 
I forsooth: I will indeed forsooth.  The. 
My Mistress expects me. Adieu.  Exit she. Win. 
Now Daughter, this is brave i'faith! this is gallant!  
High Boys! my Daughter, my Duck.  Sar. 
Let things be carried on in course, I ha' found  
Fortune so fickle, that I can't repose  
Trust to a benefit before I see't.  Win. 
Well, my Dear, I'll do so too my Joy, so I will my Love.  Sar. 
'Tis possible to see good days once more,  
Till then submit to that mishap it may be,  
To others common in this world we see,  
Nothing that's constant but inconstancy.  
Not to remedy, yet to grudge is vain;  
Use patience where we can't redress our pain:  
The darkest nights bright morning still ensue,  
After grief joy.  Exeunt. Win. 
It may be so with you.  Enter two Clowns. First. 
You Tom, this way mon.  Second. 
Where are they?  First. 
I saw their faces, they were like a Queen for gallantry.  Second. 
You make a fool of one, so you do.  First. 
I tell you you lie.  Second. 
Then they'd be here afore now.  Recorders: 
A Scene discovering Petus sleeping in a Field, four  
Nymphs lay their hands on him, and sing.  1. Nym. 
I freely here thy pleasure: pronounce in Joys rich Banquet;  
O happy thee, whose eyes shall see: such bliss great love be thanked.  2. Nym. 
Your prayers are accepted: her heart doth well affect thee;  
Venus affirms, her Son from harms: of envy shall protect thee.  3. Nym. 
My coming warns thee, Petus, of disasters,  
Which with a hare thy head hang quivering over;  
The Gods agree, no remedy  
Shall save thy mirth, O harmless Lover.  
By Fate ordained, ere thou wert named,  
A sudden hate thy Love shall cover.  4. Nym. 
Then rest contented, till the time's expired;  
This past, your Joys shall once again renew,  
Thy fury will, lead thee to ill,  
Of fight, and almost murder too:  
Before the space of many days,  
What we predict, you'll find it true.  Chorus. 
Apollo's will's obeyed, let us address  
Our Nymphly posture to the Wilderness.  Exeunt. Enter two Clowns more. First. 
You Rogue you came too late; here was the  
Rarest singing that e'er you saw.  Second. 
Rare! all mirth I brave Maids! I believe they were Spirits.  Third. 
You kiss my— Fool, they were Women.  Fourth. 
So they were, we see 'em go you way mon.  Second. 
They sung, and did so fashion.  Sing. First. 
I can tell best, they sung so.  Both sing together. Fourth. 
What, what Gentleman's this?  Third. 
U●snigs, look here you, here's a Gentleman.  Fourth. 
Law-ya-now, you must pay ten groats for Swearing.  Third. 
What, in jest you Puppy.  First and second. 
He's no more Puppy than yourself.  Strike him both. Third. 
Who s'es he is? remember this  
When you come in our ground.  First. 
What then, Sir?  Third. 
There you may stay for me.  All. 
A Coward, a Coward, ah ha, aha.  Exeunt jeering him. Petus wakes. Petus. 
What Vision dare control my quiet? Now  
I'm Berania's I'll meet the shapes of night,  
And jeer their threatenings, gaze on busy Spirits,  
That would tempt men to dread their hellish Rhimes,  
A power garrisons me from the mumblings  
Of huge Succubusses, whose weighty load  
Presses men's folly, makes a spill, and then  
Turns to a Prophecy as false as may be.  
Till now I feared to have the idle actions  
Of a disturbed brain, lest it had figured out  
Some omen to my aim; but since she's mine,  
In not deluded with the lovely shape  
Of fallest Nymphs that bless me in a Tune,  
Nor pant o'th' curses of the two last Sisters.  Enter Berania. Ber. 
What makes you look so sad, Sir?  Pet. 
Apparitions.  Ber. 
Of what?  Pet. 
They say I shall be a murderer.  Ber. 
Who?  Pet. 
Some that do not know, Madam, what strength I fetch from every word you speak to tear 'um.  Ber. 
Tell me the business.  Pet. 
Sleeping on this Bank,  
Viewing your Idea derived from my last thoughts.  Ber. 
Mine!  Pet. 
When it is not yours, let it be deaths.  Ber. 
A shape too grim, my Lord; but pray tell on.  Pet. 
A couple of Maids, I likeed them pretty well,  
Assured me of my Heaven, yourself, Madam.  Ber. 
No Heaven.  Pet. 
I'd lose ten thousand lives for't.  Ber. 
Angels  
Ordain you for a better.  Pet. 
Two came after.  
Put clouds upon my hopes, and strove to veil 'em  
With darts of envy, as thick as showers of hail.  Ber. 
Shine clearer by contemning fooleries.  Pet. 
I'll change them to ambition, that you  
Instruct me to't, and speak what's in my mind,  
A dream, it happens, by contraries this has;  
'Twas trouble, till now this pleasant Meadows could not  
Be sweet by the presence of Berania,  
Nor I blessed with such an encounter.  Ber. 
Dreams are but fancies, and who grieve or joy  
At their portendment, dread and fear a toy.  Enter Occus, Losana, and Lidorus. Occ. 
Mishap o' Beucer for me, as I live-law he's an arrant  
Knave, I vow; well, how d'ye my Lord? we come I vow to  
See what you'll do about Marriage: I protest, so I  
Do, d'ye love her still? I vow I ask because I don't  
See you prate and talk, and hug her.  Pet. 
To answer your demands is not—  Lid. 
To speak, we know your mind, an imprecation  
Tailed with a sigh, and silence is enough  
To your favour, Madam, this man owes—  Ber. 
Inquiry how you pleaded for him.  Occ. 
A Lawyer are you?  Los. 
What's your Fee, Sir?  Lid. 
But to kiss your hand;  
Then I'll confine your angry brow to limits,  
Your servants die else, take a Precedent.  Points to Berania. Los. 
A Gipsy can't speak more, know things aforehand.  Lid. 
I'll work that wonder, Madam, he confirms; Points to Petus. I ha' studied Phisnomy, told him his fortune.  Ber. 
What was that?  Lid. 
His imprisonment.  Pet. 
To you?  Lid. 
He'd sooner speak a line without a vowel,  
Than leave abusing, those were Ladies Servants.  Los. 
It's punished with a great deal of sorrow.  Occ. 
D'ye talk of trouble and sorrow already, (d'e-see?)  Ber. 
She speaks backwards, Sir.  Occ. 
Why, I vow that's the way to raise the devil, they  
Say to speak backwards, so they do, don't, don't I pray.  Pet. 
No Sir, the Devil is raised by a Planetae impositione Retrogressa, as they call it.  Los. 
What's that? what is it like?  Occ. 
Why I vow, it's like to fright me out of my wits,  
So it is, to hear you talk so barbastically of  
Old-Nick, as I live-law.  Litus passes through behind them. Los. 
Language will be cheap, my Father farms it.  Occ. 
Come, come prithee.  Exeunt. Enter Hare, and three other Comrades. Hare. 
Troth I am vexed at the old Fool Occus, he has  
Got a Pond of me for almost two hundred Pounds,  
And no Witness but my Hand and Seal, (I would I had it)  
And the Dorerd keeps such a quarter to have in  
His money, that I can't rest for him, and to  
Disbarst so much I can't neither: He's an old doting  
Fool as ever I see.  First. 
Why don't you make one of him, and get your  
Bond then?  Second. 
May-be he's a cunning Fool.  Third. 
I rather think so.  Hare. 
Here stands the business, I borrowed this money to  
Build two or three small Houses; afterwards I mortgaged them,  
And spent the money, and now this old Lord Fool  
Would have me pay it.—  Second. 
We can tell your meaning, you would put a trick  
Upon him, and get the Bond without money.  Hare. 
Why faith I would and I know companions you  
Are very ready in such businesses, you don't want  
Wit; if you do't, I'll give you forty pounds' between you.  First. 
I am afraid it would be difficult to obtain, by  
Reason his Man Beucer has the keeping of it; we  
Must do it by a wield.  Third. 
For forty Pounds we'll venture a broken Pate.  
A trick, a trick.  
Hannibal oft by policy has got  
The Fort, his military strength could not.  Hare. 
My true hearts be stout, I'll warrant we do the deed.  Enter Occus. Occus. 
Mr. Hare, I vow I believe you'll put me to trouble, to get my own money, so I do: I wonder you'll be so dishonest, as I'm here.  Hare. 
Have patience my Lord, I am here with three men that owe me money, to pay in yours, if I can get it: they promise to do their best for me.  Occus. 
Best and worst, all's one to me: if you pay it in, d'ye see? you'll have your bond, and be out of harms way, so you will.  Hare. 
Why I tell you Sir, stay but till these men tell me what they'll do, and I'll have my bond.  Occus. 
Why law you, because you are my friend I'll stay so long, so I will; but I vow, no longer, so I won't.  Exit. First. 
'Twas well you said we owed you money; a good conceit.  Hare. 
You hear him say he'll be delayed no longer, it will be worth our time, prithee gentlemen lets plot quickly; the reward as soon as the work's performed.  Third. 
You speak nobly, le's lay our heads together  
To get the Paper, let our Genius tend,  
And if we lose our labour there's an end.  Walk about a turn or two. 
Look here Sirs, I conceive this will be the best way, one of us shall go and tell Occus that he believes Hare is in a very poor condition; and that he believes Occus will lose his money, if he don't look after him, but shall dissuade him from arresting him, for fear that undoes him, etc. Then if he requires counsel in this case, he shall tell him, that he knows a cunning man, to whom if he goes with his bond, he's sure he can give him good advice.  Hare. 
Well said, by this hand thou hast a politic pate of thy own.  Third. 
Then I'm sure he'll go, for the old fool will ask of the Devil before he'll lose his money: then one of you shall be the Conjurer: when he comes, doubt ask to see the bond, lest it beget suspicion; for Beucer has taught him not to trust his Father with such things: but make a Circle. You Mr. Hare shall be dressed like a Devil: strange words we must use (but my life for't) rather than he'll be torn to pieces, he throws down the bond; if so, take it up and keep it.  All hauling. 
Hare shall be the Devil; you the Conjurer (to the second;) and I'll be his persuader.  All. 
A match.  Third. 
Go attire yourself (to Hare:) And you Mr. Conjurer be ready at a call.  Second. 
I will, I warrant you: do you stand and see private (to the first man,) I'll to persuade him.  Exeunt all but first man. First. 
I shall get my part of Forty pounds for seeing  
A trick; I'd be hired so always; it's good.  
Money, and pleasure too, 's a double gain:  
I'll have the coal, and they may share the pain.  Exit. Enter Occus and third man. Third. 
I came a purpose, my Lord.  Occus. 
Well Sir, what d'ye say?  Third. 
My Lord, love to you bids me tell you of a thing that may something concern you.  Occus. 
What is't? what is't, d'ye see?  Third. 
Sir, I hear Mr. Hare oweth you nigh two hundred pounds; he is in a very poor condition, and I believe, except you get it of him very suddenly, you will lose it, for he is down the wind.  Occus. 
Why I vow, so I do, I'll arrest him, so I will, as I'm here.  Third. 
No, Sir, then he's an undone man, you'll ne'er get it so.  Occus. 
Why, what would you ha'me do, d'ye see?  Third. 
Here liveth a cunning man hard by, that is able to resolve you in all such points, how you shall get your money, for a small piece.  Occus. 
Prithee tell me where he lives, I protest I'll go to him, I vow, so I will.  Third. 
Stay, my Lord, I'll go fetch him, he lives at next door.  Exit. Occus. 
Why, I vow, I think I was wrapped in my Mother's smock, so I do, every body loves me so, so they do, I vow, to tell me how to get my money, as I'm here.  Enter third Man and Conjurer. Third. 
This is he, my Lord.  Occus. 
Why, Sir, after humble commendations, I vow, there is a man, his man is Mr. Hare, as I'm here, a duce take him for a knave, oweth me almost two hundred pounds, and he won't pay me, I vow: I came to ask your counsel, so I do, for a small piece, d'ye see?  Conjurer. 
Have you brought your bond, my Lord?  Occus. 
No, Sir, but I'll fetch it, d'ye see?  Exit running. Conjurer. 
Now for my skill.  Enter Occus with the bond. Occus. 
Here it is, d'ye see?  Third. 
I have business, my Lord.  Exit. Conjurer. 
Well, will you stand still?  
ay, I, I, I, I, vow.  Conjurer makes a Circle. Conjurer. 
Your money comes, my Lord, all to you, I'll warrant you, when we have made a Scheme; Earth and Saturn, you'll have it.  Occus. 
So much the better.  Conjurer. 
My Lord, you will stand still be sure.  Occus. 
Shall I ha' my money then?  Conjurer. 
No fear: hold up your bond in your right hand.  Occus. 
ay, I will hold it as fast as you will, I vow.  Conjurer. 
high surge tu grande nebulo.  He makes figures. Occus shaking, draws further off. 
Iterum per nomen Poldavi surge.  Devil rises. Occus. 
Satan I defy thee, Satan I defy thee, d'ye see?  
O I'll ha'no money, I'll ha'no money.  crying. Conjurer goes behind Occus and holds him. Conjurer. 
Throw down the bond, or we shall be torn.  Devil rumbles. Occus goes to throw it down twice or thrice, and pulls back. Occus. 
I'th' Red Sea for ever, i'th' Red Sea lay him.  Conjurer. 
Down with it, or you die.  Devil steps further. Occus. 
O good, O good.  Throws down the bond, and runs away. Devil takes it up, unvails his face. Devil. 
Here 'tis, our will's obtained, our skill is shown,  
The deed is done, and now the bond's my own:  
Wit plays the critic, Policy keeps school,  
I've got my wish, and Devil take the fool.  Exeunt Omnes.  

ACT. IU.  
SCEN. 1.  Enter Lonus and a Servant. Lonus. 
DIsconsolate old man under an Aspect  
Showing afflictions, were thy Infant-griefs  
Conceived: Oh my Son Litus, is he dead?  
Gray-hairs repose your sorrow in the Grave;  
Oblivious of all future happiness;  
Is he devoured? Monstrous cruelty!  
Barbarism in wild Beasts; could you not content  
Your hungry stomachs, with the woeful ruins  
Of my deceased life, so often walking  
Through dismal Alleys of your woody territories?  
But you must chaw the Branch of all our Race.  Servant. 
Be not immoderate, my Lord, in sorrow;  
May be some nimble Buck, while he was hunting,  
Was traced to death by his toilsome pursuit;  
Or else so far, some honest passer by  
Must guide his looks to homeward: thousand chances  
Hinder intents of coming back; and yet  
When he returns, makes mirth to think upon't.  Lonus. 
No, he's lost.  Enter Hacca. 
Pray young Gentlewoman, do you hear report of Lord Litus?  Hacca. 
Do I dream? or is his Villainy before me? I'm terrified at's thoughts.  Lonus. 
How dar'st O base woman  Takes her by the sleeve. 
Stain my Son's honour with the name of Villain?  
Unless your words be reasonable, I'll make  
My aged hands the tragic instruments  
Of your untimely murder.  Hacca. 
Hold, my Lord, I have cause enough to speak it.  Lonus. 
Out with't quickly.  Hacca. 
If he's your Son, Sir, understand he lately  
Feigned to sigh for my Mistress Berania;  
But she knowing his rashness, would not suffer  
Him see, much less to confer with her: At which,  
I weep to name it, he gave so much scope  
To his vile passion, that he hired a Ruffian,  
Helped by himself, to force her from the Garden,  
As she was walking with her Father and me:  
She had perished, had not two young Gentlemen  
Rescued her fainting soul; they killed his Ruffian,  
Drove him away, my Lord; and since that time  
Shame has concealed him.  Lonus. 
Swear that this is true.  Hacca. 
By all my love to truth.  Lonus. 
Now farewell comfort,  
Long since I have predicted some disastrous  
And gloomy accident to follow his  
highminded stubbornness; Oh me, oh me!  Servant. 
A chair, a chair, my Lord faints.  Enter Servant with a chair: he sits in't. Lonus. 
My son's departure, tells me I must have  
A doleful life, or else a doleful grave.  
Fear ne'er to see him more, affrights me so,  
It makes me loath to stay, and loath to go;  
Lest he should live still, then if I expire,  
'Twould kill his joy, and kill my own desire.  
I'll tarry, perchance Heavens so kind may be,  
To revive my Son, and so to revive me.  
By his return, if not, I'll yield my breath,  
First due to sorrow, and next due to death.  
But why cheer I so? if he lived, ah then,  
He'd send me news by word, or news by pen,  
To ease my fears, or else expel my grief  
By a quick burial, or a quick relief.  
He's gone, I forgive you, now suffer me  To Hacca. 
To slide from this vale of extremity.  Enter another Servant. Servant. 
My Lord, I've here one lately see your son i'th' wood hereby.  Lonus. 
Away, kill me no more.  Enter Marus. Marus. 
What news, my Lord, has taught your eyes to weep?  
Shed one tear more, and let that be bestowed,  
For not accepting crosses as you should:  
The change of all things here puts you in mind,  
You're tossed like a Ball between the Rackets;  
Show yourself Master of your passions; use 'em  
As a wise Angler, play 'em all to death.  Lonus. 
My son is buried, but where I know not.  Servant. 
Since this days dawning, Sir, his son was seen  
Alive and well in these adjacent Woods.  Marus. 
Won't all persuade a change, my Lord? believe it,  
Breath while there's hopes, the truth is quickly known.  Lonus. 
How I pray?  Marus. 
If he's there, you have ways enough  
For his recovery: beseech the King  
His Forests may be searched, and every place  
Suspected, entered by his Commission:  
The Seal makes people double diligent;  
Let your reward provoke them to industry.  Lonus 
I'll go and beg that favour of the King.  Exeunt all but Hacca. Enter Thele. Hacca. 
Poor man, how sad he is!  
Joy to you Mistress,  
Make much of your Servant Beucer.  Thele. 
Is he mine?  
Steward, count out a hundred Dollars for her,  
Your news deserves it; till now, I could not trust  
So fair a Fortune.  Hacca. 
'Tis so, never mock.  Thele. 
Forget to part the Cash, add ten times more,  
It's seconded; the Guinian Neger never  
Hummed for his passage more to serve a Master,  
Then I at this; may it be credited?  Hacca. 
As what you see.  Thele. 
The business Amorous  
Takes up the thoughts, awakes and conveys them  
To skreeks of slumber; as the matter is,  
A pill eant half so pleasant; this has washed  
Disturbance down: I can freely inquire  
The love and progress of Berania.  Hacca. 
Dissemble what you know, all is providing;  
We wish his voice be clear, bids 'em good morrow  
After the Music of the Marriage-night.  
My Mistress airs out sweetest expectation  
To drive the time away.  
Occus is free to't, no impediment  
Stains blue proceedings, but Lord Petus Father,  
Who I don't know his reason, keeps at distance,  
But 'twill away, it has been motioned twice.  Thele. 
Patience to hearing's the first sign of grant:  
He's faint, whose Fathers first repulse doth daunt.  Exeunt, Enter Occus. Occus. 
Vile, damned, rotten, pocky, ugly, devilish Dogs, I vow, they have got my money and my bond, so they have; a Devil on 'em, I'll see the Devil Hanged, as I live, law so I will, before I'll go to him again, for a Rogue as he is, I vow, to come to cheat so, as I'm here: I believe the Witches sent him: it's a damned thing to be a Conjurer.  Enter King, Guard, Chancellor and Lonus. Occus aside peeping. Lonus. 
May't please your Majesty.  King. 
Rise up, my Lord.  Lonus. 
To grant me one Petition 't may put off  
The sorrows that do over-whelm my heart,  
For my son's loss.  King. 
Name it, be confident,  
Your former Services lie fresh within me,  
I'll do more than you ask.  Lonus. 
Humble thanks, Sir,  
Betwixt this morning's fits of fate, when scarce  
I could wish any thing but to end my life,  
A beam warmed me a little; and thus it was,  
My son was seen alive; grant me so much,  
All places may be searched with your order:  
His golden mouth that tells me tidings of him,  
Shall be enriched with a reward that's fit.  King. 
Why went he away?  Lonus. 
I know not, but being out,  
Some private grief is pleased with wandering,  
And keep him there, if he's alive.  King. 
I grant it,  
Give whom my Lord appoints a large Commission,  To the Chancellor. 
To examine what's suspected; wish you tidings.  Chancellor. 
It shall be done.  Lonus. 
Heavens bless your Majesty.  King going forth, enter Occus. Kneels. Occus. 
Your worship, your honour, Majesty, King, King, the Devil has got my bond, so he has, I vow, I pray give it me again.  King. 
The Devil your bond, my Lord? I can't help that.  Exit. Occus. 
So, so, this is very brave, the King can grant other things, so he can, I vow; but he won't grant me, so he wont, I shall be plagued still; a Devil 'em all for me, that money would a bought me and my daughter new clothes to the Wedding, so it would, I vow; he had a confoundable great pair of horns, so he had.  Exit. Enter Hare and the three Men. Hare. 
Now our business fadged gallantly, it did.  2 Man. 
ay, thank me.  3 Man. 
I got him here with a flea in his ear, to you Mr. Conjurer with your figures.  First. 
Your figures got the bond.  Second. Sings 
Old Occus thought we Saints had been,  
He see us stand so civil;  
Till I took him by the shoulder,  
And thrust him to the Devil.  Third. 
Now you have your bond, let's go and have our money.  Hare. 
'Tis due.  Exeunt Omnes. Enter four Clowns listening. First. 
My Lord Lonus says I shall have money enough, if I find him.  Second. 
You? I'll find him first, or I'll look as Nunkle Morris does the Hedges for a Hare, faith.  Third. 
Swaukers, we'll all go, go whoop and hollow, till we make him see, if he be to be seen, I'll warrant you.  Fourth. 
You Owls, I'll make him come with a sussorarah, as the Gentle-folk say.  First. 
If I find him, I'll drink Sack with all the money.  Second. 
You drink Sack? you drink a— won't you?  Third. 
Out on such an unmannerly bastard to say— you're a great booby.  Fourth. 
High to our work, before George.  Exeunt singing. Enter Petus and Marus. Petus. 
Tell me some reason, Sir, 'tis easy for you  
To contradict my remedy, because  
You have forgot its torments; yield to it,  
Requite my duty with a Father's grant:  
Did you but feel the flames I do, your own  
Tortures would kneel for a whole Sea to quench 'um.  Marus. 
Check your pretended fancy; to my care  
Commit yourself, I'll choose a match shall please you:  
Our Country's wide, within the circle on't  
I'll fetch a beauty shall deface your Mistress,  
And bring you to your right mind.  Petus. 
Give consent  
I marry her, or else command my grave;  
One of them two must end my love or life.  Marus. 
In son's obedience best besuits the mind  
To Father's precepts, as the Clouds by wind.  Petus. 
Yea, where obedience grease with good, 'tis so:  
But 'tis not good to kill me; pity show.  Marus. 
I will in giving what myself affects.  Petus. 
To please itself, Love others still neglects.  Marus. 
Why Love approaching mischief cannot see.  Petus. 
If that betide, lay all your blames on me.  Marus. 
'Tis vain to move what's fixed: Heavens bless your choice,  
That in your joys, we both may like rejoice;  
And not to strive against the stream, I here  
Approve your love shown to your lovely deer.  Enter Losana, Thele and Lidorus. Petus. 
Tell Berania, I am happy, sister;  
Heavens shroud from ills: Lidorus now descend—  Lidorus. 
Maskers, or what?  Petus. 
Undisguised, I'll show  
Them all the way to Heaven.  Losana. 
Why must we leave you?  Petus. 
Understand me, Lady, 'tis so nigh,  
I'll look at it as the wise Elephant  
Adores the Moon, and use variety  
Of contemplation to express my Jubil.  Lidorus. 
Forget to sigh then.  Petus. 
I may use a few that 'tis no nearer.  Losana. 
I'll go carry her word,  
'T would be too harsh tho: won't your patience, Sir,  
Make earthquakes till it's spent?  Lidorus. 
Now what are Ladies?  Petus. 
Forgive, my Lord, han't I had punishment?  
If not, I'll leave the seat of Cherubins  
And be your Vassal; 'fraid to speak, I'll wait  
the slowest motion of your hand or eye  
That calls me to't again: consult definers  
Of Angels or of women; let 'em ring  
With words of rapture above all the flourishes  
Have been invented since the time of Rome:  
I'll swear they say true, when they call 'em gods.  
If this won't do, persuade some gentle Beauty  
To stick me for a year; and all that while  
I'll cry its just, and with my latest breath,  
Damn my condition, before I was converted.  Losana. 
You make us think you worship every thing a Lady has laid hands on.  Lidorus. 
ay, and cringe  
At a white Petticoat a mile from him;  
Be real, and under that consideration,  
You'll find a new world all made of delight.  Petus. 
There's other things between.  Losana. 
How now, my Lord!  Lidorus. 
Else every one would make discovery.  Marus. 
Women and truth are best, when naked, ha'  
The sweetness of imagination, when  
Their lovely blushes in a pretty face  
Are fancied, telling us of all our sins.  Lidorus. 
Or but one touch of their hands charm with pleasure:  
Refiners are not half so jocund, Sir,  
To see gold drops fall thick as Rain from Ore  
That promised little.—  Marus. 
As I, my Lord, have been  
About your age to dwell on the melting lips  
Of those sweet Females.  Lidorus. 
Excellent, I faith, it posts to him, my Lord.  Losana. 
Nothing more welcome,  
I have often wished to see my Sister muse;  
A reverend Priest would join 'em both together.  Lidorus. 
What undiscerned mischief dare lurk private?  
The assenting trumpets of our holy Temples,  
Confound all Treason; her one presence has  
Power to kill the infection of an Adder  
That leaps cross their can did intentions.  Losan. 
None can be sure of future's; every point  
Of time's defended from black Maladies  
By something pious, or the influence  
Of prosperous sighs.  Lidorus. 
Where both are pure as they,  
I'll prophesy the eights of Harmony.  Losana. 
Cursed not to credit you.  Lidorus. 
Your bashfulness  To Petus. 
Kept you at distance, like a well-bred Masty,  
Will see a shoulder of Mutton in a Dish,  
And Perish ere he'll taste it. 'Twas me Madam  
Beat the Alarm.  Petus. 
Noble sentinel,  
To acknowledge it, I'll wait upon your safety,  
And beg for watch-nights to attend your person.  Exeunt all but Losana and Thele. Losana. 
Go for Litus: Thele stay you there,  
Hell be almost angry I tarry so long.  
To kill, or wound, or poison, some of these  
Shall open to the right or left: I can't  
I can't, nor won't bear it, see my own self  
Spit upon, while my younger flattering imp  
Is always prayed for and admired? away,  
Let me be melted into nothing, if  
I don't cure this ere I am two Suns older:  Enter Litus. 
Stab me if I don't convert my promise  
To performance. My Lord, their visits tire  
The day: Cabinets full of letters stand  
For gold to stare on, every breath brings message  
Of new devoyrs, and returns deep laden  
With Lovers whimsies: to your last discourse  
I have paid reverence, 'twas right and true:  
The hodgepodge words of her fantastic pate  
Serve for good morrow to me: all their studies  
Are for others to conjure one another,  
In changing hearts: catalogues of their flouts  
Swell when I'm amongst 'em; every moment  
I ha'been urgent in persuasions to her,  
She has scorned 'um.  Litus. 
Troth Madam, I wondered you  
So long together could forget your birth:  
Two gallant spirits, their continual practice  
Strikes deeper than a Chinian Dart: You know  
The unfit receiving she has of your counsel,  
To all but who their cogging words and looks  
Buy respect of; your Nobler mind is plain,  
Kill bad examples; famous for a Pattern:  
Show their dull Genius the way to mend;  
Correction's studied quickly, though I must  
Confess revenge is hungry at their carriage,  
I thought to come ere now.  Losana. 
Take this prevention, shortly I intent  
To put in practice arms that shall divide 'em:  
It's time enough, the more entire they,  
One bullet takes two bodies glued together.  
D'ye think I can forget their outrages?  
Sooner my name and Country; I'll bear both  
Fair looks till then.  Litus. 
My Father, I'm informed,  
Has ordered for my search; I'll sooner die  
Then be discovered before we have ended this.  Losana. 
I'll flee to 't.  Exit. Litus. 
If you done't, and quickly too,  
I'll be contriver and Executioner:  
She can't help it, may be, but my oath  
Tears out the heart of one, if not of both.  Exit. Enter Sarah, Winifred and Thele. Sarah. 
I have deferred so long, dear x,  
In expectation of your promised help,  
That I can't hide it longer; my shame begins  
To increase: I fear without your sudden counsel,  
I shall be forced to give the world an Infant:  
I blush to think on't.  Winifred. 
Don't do so, my Joy.  Sarah. 
Heal my distemper, use time while you have it.  Winifred. 
I do, do my sweet Nephew, my love: my Daughter's with Child for sooth.  Thele. 
Be diligent, ben't absent, shortly I'll send,  
Till then I'll pray for good success.  Sarah. 
Heavens grant it,  
My Cause is just; what rocky heart can hear  
My sad complaints, and not relieve me? Wonders  
Have brought content to th' harmless; let some vision  
Threaten his disloyalty; and then beseech  
Him view the curses ready to fall on him,  
For taking holy things to witness how  
Clear his thoughts were from this impiety.  
Man's not impenetrable, can't a sin  
Be frighted into goodness? sure it may:  
Skies send I live to see that happy day.  Exit she and Winifred. Thele. 
Witness impartial ordinances how  
I loath the falsehood of a perjured lover:  
Nature commands me to do justice, and  
It's in my power; she admires him still.  
Help me some shining Spirit to consult  
Your own affairs, and reap the glory on't.  Enter Beucer. Beucer. 
Dear Mistress, I have seen a thousand doomsdays since you said I pleased you; one word now makes me lighter hearted than a feather; in sober sadness I shall be seen no more, if I die for love: My tears run faster than Greyhounds for you: a good simile is the chiefest part of Language: I've read over the Academy of Compliments, and picked out the best rhetoric to woe you; a Parson may Marry us: be attracted, be attracted.  Thele. 
The eagerness I have of Marrying you,  
Makes Moons seem twelvemonth's, every minute hours:  
But for my friends good will, I had long ere now  
Sealed to our Wedding.  Beucer. 
You are so wise, Mistress, that I should be worse than a Fanatic, to wish any thing till you say the word.  Thele. 
These are expressions fit for strangers, Sir,  
Not her that duty ties to you, cease 'em pray.  Beucer. 
The best quality of a Suitor, is to be well spoken, and pronounce every word with an emphasis; and I thank my Stars, I have both as sure as a die; and if I live, will delight your ears with the high-flown words of Romances: Amadis de Gaul, and Palmorin de Oliva, shall be my every days discourse.  Thele. 
High properties.  Beucer. 
And I'll delight your ears with songs of my own making.  Thele. 
Would you not have me coy?  Beucer. 
'T would kill me twenty times.  Thele. 
Provide a Priest, we'll invite nobody.  Beucer. 
Am I above or no? methinks I turn round, and see a hundred nooks, and a bag of gold in every one; so high and mighty is my rapture: when, Angel, when?  Thele. 
Be Lord o'th' time yourself, when you'll appoint it,  
I have changed my condition already:  
What a toad am I (to speak passionately?)  Thele. 
Why, Sir?  Beucer. 
I bought a Token of my love, and forgot to give it you.  Gives her a stomacher of Ribonds, and a Love-hood. Thele. 
You put yourself to charge, I humbly thank you;  
These shall be my Wedding-Furniture.  Beucer. 
Every particle of 'em, I bought them for the same purpose; to be privately and suddenly Married, are the symptoms of a fiery and Elegant Lover, you know my meaning.  Thele. 
You have forced my will, meet me at S. Thomas Church,  
Ere half an hour's spent, I'll be your wife:  
Shall I use flattery to my dearest heart?  Beucer. 
I'll hire a Parson, you prodigious heap of virtues, and meet you sooner than I would Elysium delights.  Thele. 
Be swift, sweet Sir: for since it must be so,  
I'll haste to Church, and dress me as I go.  Beucer. 
I am going to Paradise in a down Blanket.  Exeunt. Enter four Clowns with a glove lugging. First. 
You lie you Cur, I see it.  Second. 
Sir, I say, I see it first tho.  Third. 
You, guds Waukers, I came when it was welly hot within side, so I did, you fools.  Fourth. 
So did I, and I'll go carry it to my Lord Lonus.  Third. 
So do, it's warm still, and so it was, when we all see it first, Waned it? then it must be his Son's Glove, and he must be somewhere hereabouts.  First 
I'll carry it.  Second. 
You shan't, you whelp, I will.  First and second fight. Third takes it up; all take it from him. Fourth. 
We'll teach you better manners then to steal: I dare swear it's Litus his glove.  Second. 
So I say, you may see it is a Lords glove mon, by the Ribonds, what dost talk of that?  Third. 
And he's within shot.  First. 
I'll carry it to his Father and tell him so.  Second. 
If you don't say we all found it, I'll swinge you agood.  Fourth. 
You fool, would you trust him? I'll cudgel you faith, so I will, ha' you no more wit? we'll all carry it together, else he'll get the money to himself.  Second. 
You ha' more wit than us all.  First. 
Shall's drink when we have done?  Third. 
All wheaters, my honey.  Exeunt all. Enter Beucer leading Sarah in Theles Apparel. Beucer. 
My humour was feigned, I'll counterfeit no longer, but be serious.  Thele enters, and pulls off Sarath 's Love-hood: Beucer amazed. Beucer. 
Witchcraft, Witchcraft!  Thele. 
'Tis so, 'tis so;  
negromancy vanish, no negromancy.  Enter Winifred. Winifred. 
It's so indeed, it's so my love, my chuck.  Beucer. 
I married her by the name of Thele Moron,  
Hers is so, and I changed mine to make  
Your Marriage firm, and you religious:  
She hers from the beginning by design.  Beucer mourns. Sarah. 
It's just, my Lord and husband.  Beucer. 
'Tis just, just Maiden, and I free remit  To Thele. 
Your sacred wisdom that invented it.  
Great powers above ordained it; and I yield  
I'm rightly served, who soweth shall reap the field.  
And now to you dear Mistress, I forgive,  To his wife. 
And more commend the plot that makes you live  
My dearest wife, protesting to Apollo,  
This chastest Marriage, chastely true to follow,  
With purest love embrace, I do repent  
What's past, and pray our lives hence be content.   

ACT. V.  
SCEN. 2.  Enter Marus and Occus. Marus. 
MY Lord, between Berania and my Son  
You know proceedings, bless 'em both together.  Occus. 
A Devil Devil 'em, he has got my bond, so they have, I vow.  Marus. 
To the purpose.  Occus. 
Why, I vow, I think they did it a purpose.  Marus. 
I mean, speak to the matter.  Occus. 
So I do, I vow; it's a great matter I should be cheated so, so it is; but she shall have him, if she will, as I live, d'ye see? we'll talk by and by, I'll ha' new clothes to the Wedding, so I will.  Exeunt. Enter Litus and Losana. Losana. 
I'll finish quickly to that Gallery there.  Exit Litus to the Gallery. Enter Lidorus. 
Sir, whether should one prize a noble name  
And virtuous, or the respect of a friend,  
If both can't dwell together?  Lidorus. 
lose not the first for worlds.  Losana. 
Was ever any tried like me?  
One of them two I must, 'tis your concerns:  
I'll die guiltless of your hurt, my Lord:  
Please you to hear me, take the saddest story  
That ere was told, yet short I'll strive to speak it,  
It requires privacy.  Lidorus. 
Madam, we go.  Exeunt. Enter Occus: Walks about studying. Occus. 
Well, we have done a great deal of business, let me see, we have, I vow; well, what then? if my Daughter have Children, I shall be a Grandfather, so I shall.  Enter Petus. 
How d'ye Son-in-law? this is a damnable trouble, so it is, till it's done; you'll make all the haste you can, d'ye see? I vow, I was never half so preteritory when I was a Bachelor; if you were Married, it would be over, would it not?  Enter Losana. Losan. 
Our meeting, my Lord, tells me 't was ordained  To Petus, 
You should avoid: 'lass I can go no further;  
I've so much breath as shall tell you the strangest.  
Forgive me Skies, shall I be false, my Lord?  Petus. 
Tell me why this sadness is upon you.  Losana. 
I will: turn Rock to hear it, let's be close.  Exeunt. Litus from the Gallery speaks. Litus. 
To kill, or to be killed 's the largest scope  
My injuries can give; though all the signs  
Of Hell and Terror meet me, I'll go on,  
And be as famous for my courage in't  
As Nero for his tyranny: What boots  
A man when dead, to be accounted good?  
If his exploits be noted, though they have power  
To give an ague at the relation of them,  
And make men drop down dead with very fear,  
To tell the most inhuman bloody murders  
They have committed; yet some slander by  
Adores the Actor for the strangeness of 'um.  
Dionysius is as much talked on, as if  
He had changed all Sicily to Almshouses:  
I'm in the custody of sin, it whirls me  
With his bias, and I can't resist it;  
As good proceed as draw back and be murdered:  
Though I should be surprised i'th' midst o'th' fact,  
My name shall signify a bloody act.  Exit from the Gallery. Enter Berania. Berania. 
Whence comes my ruin? he won't speak to me;  
What Sorcerer has had to do with him?  Exit. Enter Petus with his sword in his hand. Petus. 
Oh racks of horror! could you find no other  
Subject to work upon, but my destruction?  
Lidorus, where's the truth your flattering tongue  
Would dress in pleasant painted skins of Serpents?  
Supreme Commanders, is my life alone  Enter Losana. 
Odious, that under such a black dark Cloud  
You would smother all my joys?  Losana. 
With grief, my Lord,  
I tell you of your faults: love blinded you,  
Else many a time you might a seen him coming  
Softly to meet Berania alone;  
When you appeared, he slunk away; and still  
It is his custom, try, and trust: Adieu.  Exit. Petus. 
Fawning delusions, you have took your pride,  
To build higher the imaginations of my triumph,  
That they the greater downfall may receive:  
If I revenge myself, I'm worst of all.  
Tho his disloyal heart can smother up  
Such treachery to me, I'll never prove  
Guilty of so much wickedness to him.  
But stay fond kindness, what, shall I incline  
To spare him his life, that seeks to take mine,  
I am reduced to this untoward end,  
Either to lose my honour, or lose my friend.  
If this my comfort's gone, that to forego,  
Makes me ingrateful, and a Traitor too:  
He gave it first, and who better than he  
May borrow that which himself lent to me?  
In this quandary make thyself a sheath:  
Farewell once Mistress, I must bid adieu  
To my own self, but first of all to you;  Enter Berania. 
When I am dead, that you may know the truth,  Sets it to his Breast. 
My blood shall be the pen and writer both:  
Though you to others kindness could impart,  
Yet your name onely's graven within my heart:  
If asked, what did this tragedy incur,  
You've been the cause, but I the Murderer.  
Throw fury on itself.  He goes to kill himself. Berania catches the sword. Berania. 
For Heaven's sake, my Lord, tell me the cause.  Lidorus enters; seeing Petus, walks away. Petus. 
'Tis true, ye darts of Pluto nail me here.  Berania. 
Good Sir, speak.  He turns from her. 
'Tis too much to bear; he has been my friend,  
Well, but now he is my foe; and I as justly  
May make myself his, my sword shall reward it.  Exeunt. Losana and Litus in the Gallery. Losana. 
How now, what think you?  Litus. 
Whither is he gone?  Losana. 
To write an invitation to Lidorus.  Litus. 
Then one or both; Lidorus has the best judgement.  Losana. 
I know't, my Lord, tother's sooner dispatched;  
He has no skill at all, he dies, my life for't.  Litus. 
'Tis well contrived, thanks to your wit and will.  Go from the Gallery. Enter Petus with a letter and Page. Petus. 
Deliver this to Lord Lidorus; flee.  Exit Petus. Page meets Lidorus, he reads it. Lidorus. 
Upon suspicion, my Lord, where's the Wisdom  
And sobriety was moderator  
In all your passion? quite forgot? though he  
Be frenzied with an Amorous fire, I'll  
Not take it as a challenge: Yet consider,  
He's in earnest; if I don't accept it,  
A woman or a coward nicknames me.  
In Challenges, we ought more to reflect  
On honour's splendour, than the fight's neglect;  
And invitations warlike, aught to be  
Answered with courage, not benignity.  
Tell him I stay: how clear am I from it?  Exit Page. 
Sweet is a life retired from all affairs  
Of State or Court; one sad mischance or other  
Waits upon Pomp; 't has always emulation  
To study ones own private houshold-good,  
In the short walks of an enclosed Garden;  
And there content strikes envy in the bosom.  Petus coming. Petus. 
My life or his, this treason must redeem:  
Honour then friendship should have more esteem.  Lidorus bare to meet Petus. Lidorus. 
Sir.—  Petus. 
Hold, your villany's too obvious to admit of ceremonious parles.  Lidorus. 
Charge.  Petus. 
Defend.  Fight and breath. Lidorus. 
End it.  Petus. 
Dispatch in justice.  Fight again: Lidorus falls. Lidorus. 
One thing I crave before I die; tell me  
The reason of this fight.  Petus. 
By your life that sees his last period, resolve  
The truth to what I ask.  Lidorus. 
Else Heavens show themselves my everlasting enemies.  Petus. 
Hast not betrayed me? tell your unjust dealing.  
With Berania, you are both dishonest.  Lidorus. 
Some miracle of the Gods show my innocence:  
Or if I have been guilty, all the torments  
In Hell torment me for disloyalty.  
Who blowed this fire in your breast, my Lord?  Petus. 
Will't make me kill myself? is it not true?  
Losana told me, and I see it too.  Lidorus. 
What did you see?  Petus. 
You walk away as soon  
As entered; 'twas because we were together:  
She must be alone to entertain your visits.  Lidorus. 
Losona told me, you suspected me  
Of being too familiar with your Mistress;  
Advised me to march off when I beheld  
Berania with you, that in time it might  
Abate your jealousy.  Petus. 
Your coming was upon a match, what say you?  Lidorus. 
If so, let me be matched with the worst fury  
That ever howled in Hell: Losana bid me  
Come to meet her here about some business:  
I went when I see you, you know the cause.  Petus. 
I smell sulphur; Losana told me  
What I have spoke, and that you were loved of her.  Lidorus. 
Traitorous Losana, she-Devil, she 'twas, she  
Brought me to my grave; secure her, I am faint;  
The house is full of treason, use your judgement  
To punish it; I could divulge it now,  
But I want breath: I am sent for, Sir, farewell;  
Your innocent servant remits you his death:  
Once more farewell, and think upon me.  Petus skreeks. Enter Berania. Berania. 
My Lord, what's this?  Petus. 
Speak woman, didst thou think  
He'd ha' died with a heavy conscience, and  
Concealed your sin to damn him?  Berania. 
I'll be tried with fire, and in my defence  
Kiss glowing steel: bring burning coals to me,  
I'll keep 'em in my hand till they extinguish,  
And never cry, to show you I am clear,  
Believe me, Sir.  Body took away. Petus. 
Did not you and Lidorus agree to meet?  
He was a coming, but seeing me with you, returned.  Berania. 
My Sister bid me come about some business;  
I thought not to meet you, and much less him.  Petus. 
It's clear a plot to make us fight; tells him  
That I suspected he was too familiar  
With Berania: then tells me, that he  
Was naught with her indeed; and more, that he  
Agreed to meet her, but to walk away  
At any time, when he see her with me;  
Then bids him walk away, when he see me,  
That it might in time abate my Jealousy,  
And so gots all together here unknown  
To each other; a cast a contrived Devilry:  
He went away, for fear of my displeasure;  
And I thought he went guilty of what was told me;  
That we were both innocent, and both suspicious.  Beran. 
Litus contrives it, my Maid once or twice see 'em together.  Petus. 
Desperate Losana, could the Devil invent  
To cloak thy damned malice with this pretence  
Of love to us both?  Enter Servant. Servant. 
Lidorus is dead, it's known you killed him.  Petus. 
Justice, suffer not  
A wretch to tread the earth: Villainous woman,  
Wert here, I'd gore thy hellish heart. O Monster!  
Treacherous Monster; no less than thy infernal  
Life shall satisfy me. Dear Lidorus,  
How dare I name thee? every noise I hear  
Croaks horror to me: why, I could not help it,  
He can't be brought to life again: I'll die,  
And punish myself for so damned a sin.  
Losana, Tiger-bitch, to thy breath  
My hands enraged shall give a mournful death:  
And for your witchcraft, I will make thee rue it  
By just revenge, if my life's price can do it.  Exit with Berania and Servant. Enter two Watchmen. First. 
Hereabouts 'twas done; Petus is fled.  Second. 
He's gone, the King must pardon him, or we shall see him no more: what was it about?  First. 
They talk of treachy i'th' business.  Second. 
Let's return.  First. 
Good morrow my Masters all, good morrow.  Exeunt. Enter King, Guard, and Marus, and Chancellor. Marus. 
May it please your Majesty, it's I am—  King. 
Why you know it is against our Act that Duels should be fought, the penaltie's death.  Marus. 
I come not to know rigour, but crave pardon.  King. 
To pardon this, would against Justice tend.  King sits in a chair. Chancellor. 
Justice draws mercy, Sir, at every end.  King. 
Yea, where the offence is done against the will.  Chancellor. 
It was my Liege, he did not love to kill.  King. 
Why fought he then?  Chancellor. 
To vindicate his right.  King. 
That's got by Law, and not by single might.  Chancellor. 
'T was, Sir, so sudden done, forced by a plot,  
That strength must needs decide, what Law could not.  King. 
The Father's service, and the Sons deport;  
One in our Wars, the tother in our Court,  
Tho against my Law, command me to assuage  
For once the penance of my Statutes rage;  
But take notice, lest it should authorise  
Others like manner precepts to despise,  
Renew its force; and hence will hardly I  
Give him his life that makes another die.  Both. 
Your pardon,  
But let it teach better things.  Exeunt. Litus and Losana in the Gallery. Litus. 
I knew it would not take, Lidorus is dead.  Losana. 
I wish it had been Petus.  Litus. 
Wishes nothing avail, our treason's divulged; and  
If we are caught, we shall soundly suffer.  Losana. 
My disgrace is so great, I dare not return:  
But since 'tis so, I'll alter our design,  
And have his life, or it shall cost me mine.  Exeunt. Enter Petus in a Nightgown, and Berania. Petus. 
A pardon? it were better that I were  
Condemned to death, by the most cruel torture:  
To live, is only to be knawed upon,  
And suffer linger, which subtly beguile  
Me of my rest: One blow consumes them all;  
But on my life depends a dearer; and  
If I were dead, she'd be exposed to th' rage  
Of bloody butcheries: I'll be revenged.  
Dear Lidorus, how shall I pacify  
Thy angry Ghost! I killed thee, and were served  
But just, if thy deathy fingers should  
Pull out my timorous heart.  Berania. 
You see, my Lord,  
The fruits of too rash anger.  Petus. 
Would I had,  
Dear Madam, so sudden a Burial; let me  
Sacrifice my life to assuage this fault,  
In doubting of your chastity.  Draw's his sword. Berania. 
Hold, my Lord, I shall die to see you thus;  
'T was foul, but now it's over.  Petus. 
Oh that I could come at this demons urchin!  Litus appears i' th' Gallery. 
I'd break the charms of Belzebub, and bite  
The sulphry links that keep her; all the flashes  
Of brimstone should but heat my purposes,  
Till with her blood I had made a deadly poison  
Should kill all that but speak or think upon her:  
Where art Air? cover her not, she will infect thee:  
Ground swallow her up, or throw her to me, that I  
May rid the world of lust and treachery.  Exit. Enter Litus and Losana. Losana. 
You see how things fall out.  Litus. 
It is reported  
You are sled; Petus beside himself,  
Studies to make a sad example of you.  Losana. 
Are you against me too?  Litus. 
Not I, I wish  
I could but see the colour of his heartblood;  
Till than I shan't be quiet, nor you peel off  
Perpetual shame.  Losana. 
Does he tear at me thus?  Litus. 
I heard him in the Gallery.  Losana. 
Enough,  
I'll do his business: stay here, I have provided.  Exit. Litus walks about Litus. 
I wish I had ne'er begun this, I am vexed;  
I dream of Blood and War: in my condition  
Distraction banquets: I have entered on it,  
And will go on.  Enter Losana. 
But this one way to save our lives, go up,  Exit Litus. Enter three men. Losana. 
Here, here, come hither.  They whisper. All. 
We attend your will.  Losana. 
There's one has done me a great deal of wrong,  Weeps. 
'Twill do no good to name it; if you will  
Undertake to murder him, you shall  
Be satisfied largely.  First. 
No fear Madam, we can do it.  Second. 
ay, and we will do it.  Third. 
Where's the man?  Los. 
Stand in that corner; within a little while he comes to you Gentlemen, be sure you kill him; I can't describe him by his clothes, but there none comes in a whole year; dispatch him quickly.  First. 
We'll use swords to't.  Second. 
Best we have them ready.  Third. 
Surest and safest, these (All draw) will give him a meal he shall never digest, I'll warrant you.  Losana. 
Go, and done't fail to kill the first that comes.  Exit. All. 
We will, faith.  All stand aside. Enter Losana with a Boy. Losana. 
Go to Lord Petus, and tell him you saw Losana go down that lane just now; do your errand well, and here's for you; then out by my Chamber.  Boy. 
I will.  Exit Losana. Boy meets Petus. Boy. 
I was a coming to you, my Lord.  Petus. 
For what?  Boy. 
I heard you inquire for Madan Losana,  
And I see her go down that lane just now.  Petus. 
Good Boy.  Exit Boy. 
Now pity be gone.  He goes apace: draws his sword. Four Clowns overtake him with clubs, and surprise him, taking him for Litus. First. 
Ha, ha, now we ha' you; nay, go to your Father.  Petus. 
What mean you, Gentlemen?  Second. 
Gentleman us no more than we Gentleman you; for I'faith you shall go.  He strives. Third. 
Hold fast there: you are an undutiful son indeed; we'll Litus you, I'faith.  Fourth. 
So, I thought we should catch you at last.  Petus. 
Stand off, you rustic Boars.  He strives again. All. 
Hold him fast; if we let him go, we shall all be hanged.  Second. 
Get you home, we have searched the woods for you to some purpose.  Petus. 
How dare you Villains?  First. 
ud's waukers, we'll cudgel you, so we will, for all you're a Lord.  Fourth. 
There's a good one, shall we please your father or you?  Third. 
Swinge him, swinge him agood if he won't go; the King man set us a work to look you, and gave us leave.  Petus. 
Was ever Noble scratched with dogs before?  Strives again. All. 
In with him, in with him to his father; come along, good my Lord Litus, come along, or we'll make you with a murrain.  All pull him in. Fourth. 
It must be Litus man, and nobody else.  Exeunt all. Litus and Losana in the Gallery. Losana. 
Now Sir, from an abyss of discontent  
Three thrusts have built us up security;  
Peace over all those mists that interposed  
Between Berania and you are vanished.  
Petus is dead, the Boy came to my Chamber,  
And see him run to eternal banishment:  
Them three dispatched him, ere one cry could come  
Toth' ears of any living. Court your Mistress;  
But make devotion to me; I invented  
His death, and your felicity.  Litus. 
Rare Madam!  
Seeing there's no lets to my preferment, I'll  
Adore your memory, and gratify  
With forty Ducats, them that laid him dead:  
Come along Madam, I'll see how they sped.  Losana. 
They could not find resistance from him.  Litus, ha. Litus. 
I'm ravished with these Musical words,  
I'll see how they did their business, and  
Content 'em for it.  Losana. 
Well enough, I warrant you.  Litus goes to the stage, and to the Thiefs. Thiefs set on him, follow him out and fight. Litus. 
Hold, I am not the man.  All. 
He is dispatched.  They kill him, and stop his mouth with an Hankerchaer. Exeunt. Enter Petus. Petus. 
Take me for Litus? Oh I fear she's gone.  He sees the body. 
Ho, ho; Watch, Watch, what's this? what bloody business?  Enter Watch and Constable. Constable. 
How came this, do you know, my Lord? I dare not but ask you.  Petus. 
Coming by and seeing it, made me cry out.  Constable. 
Alack, he is newly killed;  
Watch, go pursue the murderers: Alas, my Lord,  Exeunt Watch. 
This is my Lord Lonus his son Litus, for whom  
We have searched so long.  Petus. 
I was subdued, and carried to his father  
Instead of him, not twenty minutes ago:  
Cursed be the foolish messengers for't.  Enter Watch with one of the Murderers. Murderer. 
O be gracious, good my Lord, I'll confess all.  Constable. 
To the Justice with him.  Watch. 
We caught him by himself, just at the gate.  Exeunt all, and carry the body. Enter Lonus. Lonus. 
Oh my son! could I not see him ere he died?  Exit. Enter a Nymph singing, Nymph. 
Now all's fulfilled, that I  
Did with my Sister prophesy.  Within. 
It is, it is, it is.  Voices heard answering within. Nymph. 
Their days shall increase  
In kindness, love and peace.  Within. 
Yea, yea, yea.  Nymph. 
Till the terms of their breath.  
Shall be ended by death.  Within. 
Agreed, agreed, agreed.  

Chorus.  
Now the Season draws nigh,  
That we welcome our Bride;  
With our Songs Melody,  
When all grief's laid aside.   Exit. Enter Petus, Marus, Berania and Hacca. Berania. 
For thee.  Petus. 
The Crocodel confessed it was:  
But by kind providence those Clowns ordained  
To stop me by mistake, I should ha' perished.  Berania. 
Is my father so long a getting my Sister clear?  Marus. 
You have run through trials.  Petus. 
This was the most horrid,  
Take all the story at a fitter time.  Enter Occus and Losana distracted in a Nightgown. Occus. 
O come in my Daughter, Losana doth almost despair, so she does; she is forgiven, so she is, and at liberty, I vow, come in.  Petus offers to run at her; Berania holds him. Berania. 
She is penitent.  Losana. 
Here they come, I won't go to the Justices, I shall be burnt, keep me; there's Lidorus his Ghost.  Berania. 
What ails her?  Losana. 
I'll go to bed; the man in the white cap; the dead man bound under the chin; the great Devils, and the little Devils twitch, and twitch off all the clothes: Look the dead horse heads chop, and chop in the sea, and the water all over my chamber: O dear, help, help, a cave in the Wet-wood; the Friars and the Nuns that are dead, look how they run by me: Now, now again, there's the spirit with the withered face stands bolt upright: d'ye see the little beads tumble about? tingle, tingle, tingle, that's the bell in the Monastery: Through the grates, the woman in Pautado, is hanged without her head, for saying her prayers: Here comes the Devil like a mourning Gentlewoman with a peak: The Candles burn dim.  Occus. 
Hold, hold, what shall I do? here's nobody, what shall I do?  Marus. 
In the name of all the Powers be silent.  She falls down in a swoon, they recover her; kneeling. Los. 
Oh I'm undone! what ails me terror? I'm dead, forgive me.  Berania. 
Sister, you have offended grievously.  Losana. 
I am, though grieved, not shamed to ask pardon  
For that which will defile good lips to utter;  
Caused by my envy to my Sister dear:  
Envy, damned envy, makes me kneeling here.  
The Devil and Litus urged me with their tongues  
To cause my Sisters and your death at once:  
Which sinful thought with grief I now repent,  
To Litus vile, that I should so consent.  
All men, me seemed, did only well affect  
My virtuous Sister, and myself neglect:  
That prompted me to this revengeful spite,  
Fit to be named in Charon's dismal night.  
I'm justly served, and Heavens just Judge hath brought  
My wicked purpose to this wicked nought;  
And made that evil light on my own head,  
With which I hoped you would be ruined.  
Oh pardon me, and I'll henceforward be  
Your humble Handmaid in captivity.  Petus. 
Rise Losana, I forgive you  
Your basest Treason, and henceforward wish  
That better graces may your Breast enrich:  
Your freest freedom, I do not deny,  
Do what you please.  Beran. 
Dear Sister, so do I  Losana. 
I repent all for a preparative  
To order and Religion, if I may  
Be worthy on't: I humbly beg your leave,  
That my devotion may be fitted by  
A pilgrimage to the Shrine of Loretto;  
By a new favour I may be absolved,  
As penitent for all the impious stains  
Of my bad life.  Petus. 
I grant you your petition;  
Go, if I never see you any more,  
Labour to expoliate these sins  
By earnest penitence: live holy,  
And the everlasting goodness be your guide.  Berania. 
If we ne'er see more, adieu, dear Sister,  Weeps. 
I wish you all the sweetest contents of  
Your strict and holy being.  Kisses her. Occus. 
Well, dear honey, God b'w'y, I weep to part, so I do: you had best take some Strong-water with you, I vow, so I do, to cheer you up in your long Journey, d'ye see?  Losana kneels. Losana. 
That ere we see if this be the last day,  
Do you for me, as I for you will pray.  Exit. All. 
Adieu.  Petus takes Berania by the hand. Petus. 
Now what remains, but after all our fears,  
Griefs, sorrows, troubles, terrors, frights and tears,  
We beg.—  Enter Messenger, giveth Petus a Letter. Petus. 
Make me not miserable again;  
Or is it true? speak, can Lidorus live?  Messenger. 
Read the just cause of his being secret.  Petus. 
Stars,  
That of a man have made me an Angel;  
Or happier, if't be true; done't tantalise me.  Lidorus. 
My Master fearing your displeasure, vowed  
I'th' Holy Temple to see you bestowed  
On that fair Lady, or see his Winding-sheet  
Laid at his head, ere you should know he lived;  
But now rejoices at your welfare.  Petus. 
Where remains the crown of all our sweetness?  Enter Lidorus. Lidorus. 
Here, if you are resolved to call it so.  Petus. 
Forgive me, or punish, I am at your mercy.  Lidorus. 
Rise, and be as happy in your Mistress,  
As I in seeing you: my wounds, though deep,  
Were cured on this condition.—  Berania. 
Noble Sir.  Lidorus. 
For offering him a thrust, my eyes have since  
I've been recovered, paid the private walls  
A thousand tears.  Marus. 
Let this bright day be worshipped:  
A universal benefit lives with you.  
The King has got his thoughts clad all in black  
For your supposed loss; changed to ambition  
My son, but you to make him glorious.  Occus. 
It vexed me to the heart to hear you were killed, so it did.  Lidorus. 
Don't let me hinder your proceedings, crown your expectation, my felicity.  Marus. 
Your hands; I join you both, you're man and wife.  Takes 'em by the hand. 
The Ceremonies take another time.  Occus. 
And so say I, I vow: but hark, who comes here?  RECORDERS. Enter God Hymen. Hymen. 
WIth Joy and delight  
We'll fill up the night;  
That your marriage should be ended,  
This dance we intended.  
Minerva and the Gods,  
When you first were at odds,  
Did order this sporting  
For your innocent courting.  
Then happen what will,  
We'll of mirth have our fill:  
Your tears were our askers;  
Look here come the Masquers.  Descend three Goddesses, two Gods, one singing. 
Hymen and all the Gods above  
That on this Wedding kindly smile:  
Grant your blessings, and your love,  
Envy and mischief to remove,  
Peace and plenty all the while.  Chorus. 
We grant it all, it shall be so:  
The Stars our bounty, and our will shall know.  Hymen and Gods sing. 
Your nuptial pleasures shall abide  
So long as love your hearts inflames;  
Near to cease for time or tide,  
In joy your days shall swiftly glide;  
With honour we'll engross your names.  Chorus. 
We grant it all, it shall be so:  
The Stars our bounty, and our wills shall know.  Other God. 
Live like ourselves, may every hour renew  
Triumphs for constancy; Garlands for you  
Shall be prepared rich, to make you prove  
Shining below, as we are bright above:  
Till than our Dance and Banquet shall display  
The pleasure we have in this happy day.  
Music. All dance.  Exeunt Omnes. 
FINIS.