THE LOYAL LOVERS: A Tragicomedy. Written by Major COSMO MANUCHE.   printer's or publisher's device 
LONDON, Printed for Thomas Eglesfield at the Brazen Serpent in St Paul's Churchyard. 1652.   

The Names of the Persons presented.  

Corianus, A noble person betrothed to Apfia.  
Adrastus, Loyal Comrades.  
Albinus, Loyal Comrades.  
Symphronio, Loyal Comrades.  
Gripeman, A Committee-man.  
Sent-well, A creature of Gripe-man's, an Informer.  
Sodom, One of the Synod.  
Atheos', Governor of a Sea-town.  
Rogastus, A Lieutenant under Atheos'.  
Mettle, Servant to Adrastus.  
Perjurus, Servant, and Clerk to Gripeman.  
Letesia, Daughter to Gripeman.  
Apfia, Servant to Letesia, disguised, and called Clarathea.  
Riggle, A common strumpet.  
Soldiers.  
A Book-cryer.   
The SCENE Amsterdam.   

The Author to his Honourable Friends.  
THink me not proud as poor, when you shall see  
I borrow not in my necessity.  
And should I steal, (though common in this age)  
I should (by some) be trapped in every page.  
Then hue and cry comes forth, swiftly pursued  
At length I'm taken, guilty found, and mewed.  
Now, as for Justice, (faith) I'm like to find  
Her, like Fortune musfled, if not stark blind.  
All Deprecations then, when deprehended,  
Little avail me; The Judge ascended  
Appears two Critic would bees, point blank swears  
That all the wit they found about me's theirs.  
Which grant it were, let it be praised by sense,  
And 'twill be found not worth 'bove thirteen pence,  
Which wants of halter proof. Now 'twere ill done  
To hang a man ne'er robbed 'twixt sun and sun.  
Nor have I stolen by night, (as I can think)  
Unless 'twere home to bed full freight with drink.  
But such, as wanted virtue to infuse  
The Heliconian fire into my Muse.  
I know you'll guests what beer and ale can do,  
Where daily care's had to procure that too.  
My Jury now (might I but choose) should be  
Such as hath lived high, and know misery.  
And if such quit me not, I'm sure they'll say,  
'Twas (partly) want of money spoiled my play.  
Since I'll not steal, nor borrow, give me wit;  
'Tis in your power to make me purchase it.  
I cannot blush to own what comes from friends,  
Give, and forgive, I have obtained my Ends.   

THE LOYAL LOVERS: A Tragicomedy.  

ACT I.  

SCENE I.  Enter Adrastus, looking on his watch. Adrastus. 
MY Youths have forfeited their pottle;  
'Tis almost ten of clock.—  Enter Book-cryer. Book. 
Come new new new new  
Who buys my new books here?  Adrast. 
What books have you got there, Sirrah?  Book. 
Newly come forth, and newly printed.  
Why (Sir!) here is, how conspicuously the Hogans are conculcated by their own Adulation.  Adrast. 
Those are hard words, Sirrah.  Book. 
But altogether in fashion, I can assure you, Sir.  Adrast. 
Not with those that understand them not.  Book. 
Sir, you do most prodigiously mistake; there being an order they should pass without exception where there is the spirit of pronunciation.  Adrast. 
Pray let me have more facetious language, and less of your spirit.  Book. 
Sir, I know your mind, And shall endeavour to pleasure you presently. Let me see, here is A true, perfect, and exact account of Justice Dapper, and his Clark's Sodomitical revenue, to the great disabling, and impoverishing the Active, and well-affected Females.  Adrast. 
Come give me that, what others have you?  Book. 
Why here is another, of a famous Doctor's miraculous obtaining the Philosopher's stone.  Adrast. 
Doth your book speak how?  Book. 
Yes Sir, that either the Stone, or a perfect receipt to obtain it, was preserved in a wrack, and cast on this shore; which he hath purchased, to the unspeakable content of all his believers.  Adrast. 
What is the price of them both?  Book. 
A groat Sir, I can assure you.  Adrast. 
Sirrah, that's too much, here's three pence for you.  Book. 
Why Sir? Justice Dapper, and his Clerk's revenue is worth three pence; And do you think the Philosopher's Stone cost me nothing.  Adrast. 
Here Crackrope, here's your money.  
You make a brave trade of this, Sirrah.  Book. 
In troth Sir, but a bare livelihood; (or where I get  
A penny by the Philosopher's stone, there's Dapper and his Clerk  
Gets ten pounds by the well-affected female.  Adrast. 
'Tis very probable; for they often for a touch  
Change Dross into Gold. Farewell Sirrah.  Book. 
Thank you good Master, I hope to have rare news for you next week.  
Come new new. who buys my choice new new here?  
Pox on't. Here's a dispensation for oaths necessary, sticks damnably on my hands;  
The people refusing to buy, as if they had it all by Rote.—  Exit Book. Enter to Adrast. Albinus, Symphronio. Albin. 
Adrastus, good day to you: what, at your study thus early?  Adrast. 
A study your neglect invited me to spend my idle time.  Albin. 
Term not that neglect (Dear friend) which we'll confess  
A fault of Drowsiness.  Adrast. 
Come, come, you are sluggards both. I hope you will confess  
You have forfeited your pottle.  Symph. 
We have. And when you please demand it;  
You'll find us ready paymasters.  Albin. 
But what books were you so seriously meditating on?  Adrast. 
Strange books, which we'll peruse  
When you shall pay your forfeits.  Symph. 
It wants not much of noon, what think you of it now?  Albin. 
I, I, let's march.  Adrast. 
'Tis sure too soon.  Albin. 
Not to be merry, we have been sad too long.  Adrast. 
Then lead the way.  Albin. 
Come let us walk Symphronio, 'tis we must pay:  Exeunt Omnes. Enter Gripeman and Sent-well. Gripe. 
Sent-well, me thinks thou art not half so active as thou were't wont.  
Sure thou art grown rich of late.  Sent. 
'Tis (as you say) of late, if I be rich.  Gripe. 
'Tis thy own fault thou art not. Thou art young,  
When I was at thy years, I would have stirred myself i'faith,  
Such getting times as these.  
Why there is old Firmstand would make half a dozen of us.  Sent. 
Yes, a weary with running up and down after him  
As I have done. I have followed him, like his shadow,  
Daily this half year, and to no purpose.  Gripe. 
Sentwell, you give me no account of the five pounds  
You had of me to furnish your Comrades  
That undertook to trap him.  Sent. 
Had it been more it had gone; I am out of purse an Angel  
About that business. You reckon still what you are out of purse,  
But do forget what I have brought you in.  
(I will not say by my just information)  Gripe. 
I do remember, I do remember, Sent-well,  
But could we trap old Firmstand,  
We might lie still and rest a month.  Sent. 
Sir, I have tried all ways man could invent to undo him:  
Intruded into his company, not only once or twice,  
But times innumerable; And Proteus-like, varied my shape,  
And faced him down that I was not myself.  
Yet he, so cautious (still) in drink, or other ways,  
That not a syllable, tending to th' States abuse,  
I e'er could hear him utter.  Gripe. 
Why then we must another way to work before he leaves the town:  
He never (yet) saw Perjurus my Clark.  Sent. 
Never, to my best of knowledge.  Gripe. 
It must be so, Sent-well: Perjurus and you shall to his  
Lodging go; And under some pretence of business  
That Perjurus shall seem to have with him,  
Fall in discourse o'th' State.  Sent. 
Which he will hardly do, or if he should, he'll cautious be  
What language he delivers.  Gripe. 
No matter, if that will not do, Perjurus and you shall swear.  Sent. 
We heard him speak treason 'gainst the State.  Gripe. 
Right, very right.  Sent. 
Not so very right neither. Sir, you know me to be your creature,  
But you have so slenderly rewarded me for such like actions,  
I know not what to think on't.  Gripe. 
No more, no more, all shall be well. I must away to see  
There's no injustice done about sharing the Widows' goods  
We caused to be plundered. Sent-well, let me alone  
'Bout eight of clock this evening to plot your business  
For old Firmstand; and for thy part,  
Thou shalt have treble share.—  Exit Gripe. Sent. 
I think so too. The treble Gallows, if we had our due.—  Exit Sent. Enter Letesia, Clarathea, and Perjurus. Clarath. 
Mistress, have you any acquaintance in the Change?  Letes. 
Not I, Clarathea: Hast Thou?  Clarath. 
Not I truly; but it matters not much, for I have often  
Found strangers to part with their Commodities  
At cheaper rates than those that would be thought our friends.  Enter Adrast. Symph. Letes. 
You wag, speak softly, or you'll be heard.  Adrast. 
Now by the Gods I have not seen a rarer piece.  
In all my travels.  Symph. 
Beshrew me but she is handsome.  
Let's walk and observe her.  Adrast. 
Dear Symphronio, wait an opportunity to accost her maid, and know  
Her name and being.—  Exit Letes. Clarath. and Perjurus. Symph. 
So quick, she's gone, I'll follow her, and it shall go hard but I'll be  
Able to give you punctual satisfaction.—  Exit Symph, and enters immediately. 
But do you hear, you'll not be scrupulous to pay  
this debt, and pimp when flesh invites.  Adrast. 
No, no, my friendship stand engaged.  Symph. 
I'll take't, farewell.—  Exit Symph. Adrast. 
I feel an unaccustomed qualm, I hope I am not caught.  
If I mistake not, she more than ordinarily eyed me.  
Why how now Adrastus? have I stood the shock of so many sparkling eyes, to shrink now in thy prime of judgement? but 'twill away again I hope.  
Yet why may not she deserve my love? I have made no vow that I have broke, nor ere profaned at Cupid's Altar: Venus assist me then, and let it work.  Enter Albinus. Albin. 
Noble Adrastus, what all alone? where's Symphronio?  Adrast. 
Faith I have employed him in a business, he'll not be scrupulous in telling thee.  Enter Symphronio. Albin. 
See here he is come. Sure 'twas some merry business he looks so pleasant 'bout the mouth. Symphronio prithee make us partakers of your mirth.  Symph. 
That you shall, just at the turning out o'th' change  
I gave the Maid a pull by the coat.  Albin. 
What Maid, in the name of Cupid?  Symphr. 
Thou man of ignorance, be silent, and give ear.  
She turned about, and with a smiling countenance  
Told me I was mistaken, they were not for my turn.  
Her Mistress hearing her, looked back, and blushed,  
Then caused her man go forward.  
I, resolved not to return unsatisfied, fell on again,  
And with a civil Confidence told her I had a reasonable  
Request, she, in two or three words could satisfy.  
At which she made a stand, and gave me leave to ask her Mistress  
Name, and dwelling. She readily answered,  
'Twas more than she had Commission for to do.  
Yet for that I looked like an honest Gentleman,  
(That could not harbour a dishonourable thought) she would.—  Albin. hums by. 
She told me her father,— And there she stopped, and sigthed,  
As if she thought him unworthy so heavenly a child.  
At last she brought it out, telling me, her Master  
(Father to that Gentlewoman) was called Gripeman;  
His dwelling in the High-street; And this his Daughter  
And only child, was named Letesia.  
I courteously thanked her, and so departed.  Albin. 
hay day, what stuffe's here? all this ceremony for a wench?  
You might have courted (with less ado) the holiest  
Sister in the City, and have sped too.  Adrast. 
Peace, peace you wag; upon my soul she is  
A virtuous creature.  Albin. 
Prithee engage not thy soul for the female sex, they are brittle ware.  Adrast. 
Thou wouldst adore her sex during life,  
Didst thou but see her face.  Albin. 
Is it a friend of yours that hath the letting of her out,  
You so extol her?  Adrast. 
Leave jesting; By Jupiter I dare swear she is virtuous;  
Would I had never seen her face.  Albin. 
By Cupid he is serious; nay if the wind blow there,  
Come, come, let's pack.  
No cure for love like a good cup of sack.—  Ex. Om. Enter Letesia Clarathea. Letes. 
How now Clarathea, what taken up i'th' streets by Gallants?  Clarath. 
Not by Gallants, Mistress; And for taking up the place  
Was not convenient; which had it been  
I should have saved him that labour,  
And have taken up for him.  Letes. 
You should.  Clarath. 
Faith like enough, had we been both agreed.  Letes. 
Thou art a mad soul, but faith deal truly with me,  
What his business was.  Clarath. 
Cannot you guests?  Letes. 
'Twere strange I should;  
Dost take me for a Witch?  Clarath. 
No I'll besworn, nor I believe he neither; for if he had,  
He would not have so earnestly enquired after you.  Letes. 
After me?  Clarath. 
Even so; his business was to know your name and habitation.  Letes. 
Prithee wench be serious.  Clarath. 
By my maidenhead 'tis truth.  Letes. 
That's but a ticklish oath, may I believe it?  Clarath. 
Seriously, most true.  Letes. 
And didst thou tell him?  Clarath. 
I did indeed.  Letes. 
Urged he to know no more?  Clarath. 
But only so. 'Tis your father calls, Away.—  Ex. Omnes. Enter Riggle, Sodom following her, and Mettle following him. Sod. 
That Lady should be right by her swimming gate.  
I am provoked, and must have ease. — calls.  
Sister, sister, hised, hised, why sister.  Rigg. 
Would you ought with me, Sir?  Sod. 
Lady, 'tis dark.  Rigg. 
'Tis very true. Sir! Can you make it lighter?  Met. 
You may with standing on your head;  
For there's no doubt you burn below. — aside.  Sod. 
My directions (Fair Lady!) will be  
No stumbling block to you.  Met. 
No, I dare swear, she will by them find  
A very even way to hell.  
This is some zealous brother troubled with rebellious flesh.  
I will observe them further. — aside.  Sod. 
If my hearty proffered service appear not troublesome,  
I shall perform the duty of a servant,  
And wait upon you home.  Rigg. 
Sir, I thank you. But me thinks your habit  
And your language are not well matched.  Sod. 
However matched, they shall agree to do you service.  Met. 
This is no Rogue. aside.  Rigg. 
Sir, to give you answer. I am this night to encounter  
With a friend about some business  
That much concerns my livelihood.  Met. 
I believe so; And may concern his death  
If he procure not the better Chirurgeon. aside.  Sod. 
Lady, shall I request you make me then so happy  
As let me know where I may wait on you to morrow?  Rigg. 
So it be in the evening, where you please.  Sod. 
Pray name the place most convenient for you,  
And I'll not fail to attend you.  Rigg. 
What think you of the Naked-boy in Flesh lane?  Sod. 
The hour now, and I'll not fail you, Lady.  Rigg. 
Between four and fiveith ' evening,  Sod. 
Till when, your faithful servant.  
Lady, all happiness attend you.  Ex. Sodom. Met. 
O here is rare sport for Mounsieur Albinus,  Ex. Rigg. 
My master's friend.  
Well, Brother Zealot, if my wits not fail,  
I'll have an excellent Cure to cool your tail.  Ex. Mettle. Enter Adrastus, Albinus, Symphronio, and Drawer, as in a Tavern. Albin. 
Drawer, be sure you let's have that that's right.  Draw. 
Sir, I'll play with any Vintner (confined within the circuit  
Of a hundred mile) Canary 'gainst Canary.  Albin. 
Well Sirrah, let your wine be rich as your words,  
And I'll bet on your side.  Draw. 
I'll warrant you Sir.  Ex. Drawer. Albin. 
Mettle, welcome to town.  Enter Mettle. 
How do our friends i'th' country?  Met. 
All well, Sir. Sir, here are letters for you. gives Adrastus' letters.  Adrast. 
Sirrah, I looked for you two days ago.  Met. 
Sir, your letters speak my occasion of stay. Adrast. reads to himself.  Symph. 
And how? And how honest Mettle?  Met. 
Your faithful servant, Sir.  
I have rare sport in chase for you.  Albin. 
For me, Mettle?  Met. 
For you Sir, if you please pursue it.  Symph. 
Here is a cup of Sack to your welcome to town, Mettle.  Met. 
I thank you, Sir.  Albin. 
Nay give him t'other cup. What news Adrastus?  Adrast. 
The news is, they writ to me for news.  Albin. 
Adrastus, Lore your top sail: Vive la Roy. — Albinus drinks.  Adrast. 
Come, away with it; Symphronio, to you.  Symph. 
Thanks good Adrastus.  Albin. 
Come Mettle, the rare sport you talk off, what is't?  Met. 
Why Sir? some hour since, making enquiry for my master,  
(Though somewhat dark) I could discover a zealous Brother  
In hot pursuit of a wench; he followed her,  
I followed him: at length with complemental language  
He assaulted her, who seemed somewhat shy at first;  
At last, pretending earnest occasions for her excuse this night,  
She engaged to morrow evening to meet him, 'twixt four and five.  
The bargain driven thus, they parted several ways.  
I followed the wench, and pretending myself to be his man,  
Told her, my master had considered, and would request her  
The meeting might be by three i'th' afternoon.  Albin. 
What design hadst thou in that?  Met. 
Sir, as thus: That if in case you and my master  
Fancy a scene of mirth, I'll bring you to the place  
By three o'th' clock, where (without doubt)  
You'll find her. Then you have time enough before he comes,  
For to contrive (which without doubt she will consent to)  
Some punishment fits your mirth, and worthy so base an abuser  
Of the Commonwealth.  Albin. 
Excellent Mettle! Here drink this for me. — gives him money.  Met. 
You bind me to you, Sir.  Albin. 
Adrastus, Pox of your melancholy, there's no denial,  
You must (in this design) along with us to morrow.  Adrast. 
I shall consider of it.  Albin. 
Consider me no considers, you must go with us.  Symph. 
He must, he must.  Adrast. 
Mettle, come hither. — Adrast. & Mettle whisper. Met. goes of.  Albin. 
Prithee Adrastus, ingeniously tell me,  
Doth not this wench, this she fayrie-female trouble thee?  
Thou were't not wont to be thus off the hooks.  Adrast. 
Wilt thou not laugh at me, if I should confess?  Albin. 
Faith no: I ever could distinguish between a friend  
Seriously deserving pity, and objects fit for laughter.  Adrast. 
I know not what you call being in love,  
But if I not enjoy her, I must forget  
There can be joy on earth.  Albin. 
Enjoy? Dost know what 'tis thou wouldst enjoy?  
She may be (for aught I can perceive) thou knowst  
Not worthy thy affection.  Adrast. 
Can there be so much beauty  
Without a world of virtue and desert?  Albin. 
Symphromo, you know her father's house.  Symph. 
If what liar maid delivered to me be true, I do.  Albin. 
Adrastus, few hours will make known if she worthlly deserve,  
Which when discovered, and that I find her worthy thy affection,  
Employ Thy Albinus: And if I fail to serve Thee, to my last drop of blood,  
May misery enforce me take up arms against  
My natural Prince.  Symph. 
The same wish I; And I know nothing worse.  Adrast. 
My noble friends, I thank you, and cordially believe you,  
What e'er (through weakness) I deserve.  
Now for contrivance, how to obtain that happy hour  
Wherein I may reveal my thoughts to her, (none else being by)  
To me appears miraculous.  Albin. 
That, I'll engage my life, you speedily shall do.  Adrast. 
It is impossible, how canst thou contrive it?  
It were a happiness I dare not hope for.  Albin. 
Be not too incredulous, this I'll perform,  
Or ne'er draw sword again.  Symph. 
My life for't, what he undertakes, he'll confidently  
Go through with.  Adrast. 
O Symphronio, I know his will, would he had power equal!  Albin. 
I hope on the condition I do your business, you will  
Accompany us to morrow to Mettle's Wench and holy Brother.  Adrast. 
I will, and what lies in me to increase your mirth  
I really shall act.  Albin. 
Why that's well said. Now for your business.  
Some time this night will I procure a suit of clothes, with which  
(My periwick left off) I well may pass for round amongst the Synod.  
The issue of my business expect to hear to morrow.  
Drawer, Drawer, to pay?—  Enter Drawer. Draw. 
Sir, you shall know presently.—  Exit Drawer. Adrast. 
Name but your hour of return,  
And we'll expect you here.  Albin. 
There's no place better; by nine or ten i'th' morning  
I will be with you.  
Symphronio, give me a note of the old man's house and name.—  Enter Drawer: Symph. 
That at our lodging you shall have.  
Drawer, what's to pay?  Draw. 
Four shillings and a penny.  Symph. 
Eighteen pence club will do it.  
Drawer, the rest take for your pains.  Draw. 
Thank you Gentlemen, you are very kindly welcome.  
Peerce, show a light down stairs.  
'Tis all paid ith'Kings-head,—  Ex. Om. Enter Letesia sol. 
How have I lost my liberty? Was ever Maid betrayed  
By her eyes as I have been?  
Dote on I know not what, or whom?  
Must I languish for what I knows impossible to obtain?  
Thy hopes, Letesia, at best, are but that he is noble, and a single man.  
Suppose this be, where shall I find him, or of whom inquire  
To ease my troubled soul?  
I may aswell search for a Diamond in the main Ocean lost,  
And hope (alike) to find it.  
And yet, how much desirous is my troubled heart  
To entertain something like hope?  
Why should his friend (for sure he must be so)  
Inquire after me? give my Maid money for discovering  
My name and dwelling? All this is nothing,  
And yet it may be something: No it cannot neither;  
For 'twas his friend enquired, and sure his business  
Only concerned himself.  
Letesia, Thy little hopes is dashed. But if his friend  
Come in his own behalf, I may inquire of him.  
And that will breed a jealousy, and may, suspecting  
Him his rival, kill him, (which heaven forbidden)  
That must not be.  Enter Clarathea. Clarath. 
This is the third time  
I have taken you alone in melancholy postures.  
Venus grant you are not in love.  Letes. 
In love, with what?  Clarath. 
That (if you please) lies in your breast to resolve me.  
There is one of the pitifull'st holy brethren within  
To speak with your father, that ever eyes beheld.  Letes. 
knowst thou his business?  Clarath. 
Not I, but something he pretends to have with him  
Of much concernment.  Letes. 
Knows my father of his being here?  Clarath. 
Not yet.  Letes. 
I'll then go call him.  Clarath. 
See, see, they are here.  Enter Gripeman, and Albinus disguised. Albin. 
Good morrow to you, fair Mistress.  Letes. 
The like to you, Sir.  Gripe. 
Letesia leave us till I call you.  Letes. 
I shall Sir.—  Ex. Letesia and Clarathea. Gripe. 
Now when you please, begin your business.  Albin. 
Sir, the common report of your just carriage in the holy cause  
You undertake, hath encouraged me to make my case known  
To you, the well handling of which (I doubt not) but will  
Be very advantageous to us both.  Gripe. 
You say wonderful well, and to the purpose.  
Pray proceed.  Albin. 
A repetition of such truths as I could justly deliver  
To your ample satisfaction, how laboriously active  
I have been in the advancing this great cause,  
Would be too tedious for you to undergo the hearing of;  
Though my present condition must invite you to believe, — looks on himself.  
I have been rather not rewarded at all, then meanly.  Gripe. 
Sir, it is believed. Pray proceed to your present business  
Now in hand.  Albin. 
I shall. And, to be short, thus stands the case.  
There is (and not far hence) a wanting Gentleman  
Whose former rate of living being high, will easily be wrought  
The only instrument to work our ends, his acquaintance  
Being great with a young Gentleman hath long born  
Arms against us; And one that only trusts this  
Gentleman with his absconded living.  
Now your promise that he shall share (of what your  
Known Authority may easily wrack from him)  
I'll stand engaged, makes him your creature.  
A brace or two of thousands will not be hurtful,  
And may be spared from twenty, which this my friend  
Will make appear, not only that he is worth,  
But where it is.  Gripe. 
Honestly spoken, very honestly spoken, and to he purpose,  
Home to the purpose. And let me tell you, you need  
Not doubt, but that your care, and wisely managing a business  
So much concerns the general Good, shall largely be  
Rewarded beyond your expectation;  
Believe it honest Gentleman it shall.  Albin. 
Sir, I doubt it not. But for my friend, when he hath  
Discovered what we can wish to know,  
we'll hold him to't.  Gripe. 
Right, right, our shares will mount the higher.  Albin. 
The rest I have to say, is, That I could wish,  
And hearty, you would delay no time in being known  
To this same Gentleman. Your summons shall procure  
His presence here, or where else you please, at two  
Hours warning. Though (if my poor advice may stand)  
I think your house the only place.  Gripe. 
By any means my house, Sir. And let me entreat you  
Make it yours, and your friends. Faith, what think you  
Of a piece of Beef, and bring your friend?  
Come, come, you shall dine with me to day. Clarathea, Clarathea, — he calls.  
Fetch me a pint of sack, and call Letesia in.—  Enter Clarathea. 
That baggage will have the green sickness,  
she's spoiled for want of exercise.  Clarath. 
Sir, will you have a whole pint?  Gripe. 
No words be gone, I say a whole pint.  Clarath. 
Miraculous! he is not long lived sure.  Ex. Clarath. Albin. 
Well Sir, since you will have it so, I have considered,  
we'll be your guest.—  Enter Letesia. Gripe. 
And welcome, hearty welcome honest Gentleman.  
Letesia, take special notice of this Gentleman and his friend, that when they come,  
You bid them welcome, as my poor house can make them,  
They will deserve your acquaintance and respect.  Letes. 
Sir, your commands, and their desert will merit much more  
Than I can be serviceable in. But, to my power, I'll labour to deserve  
From both forgiveness.  Albin. 
Such Angels of light, are only capable of forgiving  
What we poor mortals trespass.  Gripe. 
No more, no more: Beshrew me Sir, this savours of the Court.  Albin. 
Pray Sir, let your charity extend so far, to credit me,  
I hated much that Idol.—  Enter Clarathea with wine. Gripe. 
Well said wench, Fill, fill.  
Sir, here's to you, and your noble friend.  Albin. 
Thank you, worthy Sir.  
Health to you. Fairest Mistress.  Letes. 
Your servant, Sir.  Albin. 
Lady, you cannot drink.  Gripe. 
She is a very pingler, a very pingler.  
Come Sir, t'other cup to you.  Albin. 
Thank you Generous Sir. — Drinks.  
Verily it is more of the creature, than I have  
So liberally tasted (in a forenoon)  
This sanctified ten years.  Gripe. 
Sir, time (at present) is precious with me, having a very  
Great influence on the affairs of this Country,  
And must take leave, but shall not fail you at the hour of twelve.  Albin. 
Till when, I humbly take my leave.  
Fair Mistress, your faithful servant.—  Ex. Albin. Gripe. 
Letesia. I have invited this Gentleman and his friend  
To dine with me to day, let us have some things extraordinary,  
'Twill not be lost: so good morrow, Girl.  Ex. Gripe. Letes. 
I do believe so: you seldom do invite those you lose by.  
You Powers above! lay not your heavy judgements on a feeble  
Maid for her father's sins; For I much sear the crooked  
Paths he treads, portend our house no good.  
Just Powers! protect the innocent.  Exit Letesia. Enter Adrastus, Symphronio, Mettle, Drawer, as in a Tavern. Draw. 
What wine is it, Gentlemen?  Symph. 
Your best Canary.  Draw. 
I'll draw you a pint of the best i'th' town, Sir  Ex. Drawer. Symph. 
Adrastus, what is't a clock by your watch?  Adrast. 
'Tis somewhat more than nine. — looks in his watch.  
Albinus promised to be here before noon.  Symph. 
My life on't, that he'll perform. And were you not  
Acquainted with his change of habit, I am confident  
You would not know him.  Adrast. 
Is he so metamorphosed?  Symph. 
As e'er man was: He looks so like a factious Brother,  
That the Synod, though utterly against any enjoying  
Pluralities but themselves, could not less bestow upon him  
Then three Benefices.  Adrast. 
'Twere rare sport to be a spectator how he behaves himself.  Symph. 
We shall have that at large when he returns.  Enter Drawer with wine. Draw. 
Sir, there is one below desires to speak with you.  Adrast. 
Why didst not bid him come up?  Draw. 
Faith (Sir!) he looks so like a factious Brother,  
I thought you'd be offended.  Adrast. 
Go, prithee bid him come up.  Exit Drawer. Symph. 
'Tis he; we must take no notice who he is  
Before the Drawer.  Adrast. 
By no means.  Enter Albinus and Drawer. Albin. 
Save you, gentlemans.  Adrast. 
You are welcome, Sir! I am glad to see you well.  
Pray sit down. Drawer, reach a chair.  
And how doth our noble friend? Drawer is called without.  Draw. 
I come, I come; Anon, anon, Sir.  Ex. Drawer. Albin. 
In perfect health; And how, and how, Gentlemen?  
Faith, how do you like my shape?  Adrast. 
I hardly can believe that thou canst be Albinus.  Albin. 
Very likely; nor that you are (this day) to dine with Letesia  
Your fair Mistress.  Adrast. 
Yes; that I shall be to dine with her I doubt not.  Albin. 
Thou man of little faith.  
Mettle, fill me a glass of sack.  Met. 
Here (Sir!) here's wine.  Albin. 
Here Symphronio, here's to Holland's Masterpiece.  Adrast. 
You are very merry Albinus.  Albin. 
And so may you be if you please,  
I am sure you have cause enough.  Adrast. 
Prithee Madcap be serious, Didst thou see her?  Albin. 
Yes, by this flesh and blood did I, and feel her too;  
Had I not loved thee well, I had become my own petitioner  
And deceived thy trust.  Adrast. 
Dear Albinus, be serious; And let me know  
The event of thy proceed.  Albin. 
Mark then, and rejoice, for by our friendship  
I'll utter nought but truth.  Adrast. 
Then I believe thee; Prithee proceed.  Albin. 
Then thus: This morning early (as well Symphrenio  
Can witness) I parted with him. And as he directed,  
Towards Gripemans' house I steered my course.  
Where when arrived, and knocking at the door,  
There comes a wench, demanding what my business was.  
I, in a zealous tone (as if I had worn my own clothes)  
Told her, I desired to speak with her Master; (whose condition,  
I had ever a pint of wine with a poor botcher, his near  
Neighbour, sufficiently enquired) she entreated me come in,  
Telling me, her Master (she thought) was ready, but not  
Come down. Away she went, and no sooner gone,  
But down comes a bad father (for so I am given to understand)  
To a most virtuous child. I told him I had a business  
To impart that much concerned him. He immediately  
Had me into a handsome parlour, where I was blessed  
With a sight of (I must confess) your beauteous Mistress;  
(If e'er my eyes beheld one) her father commanded his  
Daughter and Maidservant forth the room, which they  
Obediently obeying, I began my story, which as we go  
I'll tell you; for dine with him this day, I have engaged myself you shall.  
And this, dear friend, is truth.  Adrast. 
I know not how to husband this poor life I hold  
To make thee satisfaction.  Albin. 
Nay, if you compliment, I'll disengage myself again.  Adrast. 
Thou knowst with thee I cannot.  
Come, we'll knock off, and all go to my chamber.  Albin. 
Where you must smug yourself up for your encounter.  
Mettle, we must not forget three of clock this afternoon,  
The whore must be remembered.  Met. 
And the rogue too, or I am much mistaken.  Adrast. 
Mettle, pay you the reckoning; Come, let's go.  Met. 
I shall Sir.—  Ex. Omnes.   

ACT II.  

SCENE I.  Enter Gripeman, Adrastus, Albinus, and Letesia, as from dinner. Adrast. 
SIr, we thank you for your noble entertainment, and shall as men  
You highly have obliged (to the uttermost of our poor power)  
Faithfully serve you.  Gripe. 
Gentlemen, you are hearty welcome to such poor fare you have found.  
And what was amiss to day, Letesia,  
Pray let it be your care next time to mend.  
For (Gentlemen!) I shall expect you'll be my daily Guests.  
Sir, pray a word with you.—  Gripe. Albin. whisper aside▪ Adrast. 
Sir, we humbly thank you, and rest your grateful servants.  
Lady, content; wait on your fair soul.  
May I deserve the honoured title of your servant.  Letes. 
Sir, I want a judgement to pay desert, yet never hated  
Where I ne'er found any.  Albin. 
Sir, be confident I shall not fail (speedily)  
To put it in execution.  Gripe. 
I doubt it not.  Adrast. 
Lady, the gratefull'st of your poor servants kisses your hand,  
And humbly takes his leave.  Letes. 
Your servant, Sir.—  Ex. Gripe. Adrast. Alb. 
'Tis he: You just Powers! that have vouchsafeed  
To hear the poor petitions of a distressed Virgin,  
Be still assisting the humblest of your handmaids.  
What should his business with my father be?  
There must be strange pretences of large profit in it,  
They hardly else should be invited here.  
My youth, and unexperience I have in Cupid's school,  
Puts me in doubt of what I fane would credit.  
I do confess (I blush to speak the rest) I eyed him more than  
Became my modesty to do; (I hope he thought not so)  
And if I not mistake, his looks betrayed much more of love  
Then business with my father. Yes, yes, it must be so,  
And yet it may be otherways. Suppose (which Venus grant he may)  
He love me (if it be possible) as well as I love him,  
The hopes I have to enjoy him with consent of my father, is so little,  
Despair awaits that thought.  
His looks speaks too much of honesty to be rich enough, (as times go now)  
For his consent, No, no, Lotesia, it must be one dares lift his hand  
Against his sacred Prince, (which sure he dares not do)  
And by sinister ways hoard up unlawful Wealth,  
Must (by my father's choice) be made my Bridegroom.  
But I'll assoon embrace a Leper,  
As tie myself to what my soul abhors.  Enter Clarathea. Clarath. 
What meditating, Mistress, who your noble Guest should be,  
You dined with all to day?  Letes. 
That requires but small study;  
They are men that come 'bout business to my father.  Clarath. 
My maidenhead upon it, you will not find it so.  Letes. 
Why dost thou laugh?  Clarath. 
To think how you mistake.  Letes. 
Prithee, unfold thy riddles, and let me know thy thoughts.  Clarath. 
Cannot you call to mind, you e'er did see one  
Or both of them before?  Letes. 
Never to my best of knowledge.  Clarath. 
Why then I can assure you these are the very Gentlemen  
We sawith ' Change the one of which enquired of me  
Your name and dwelling.  Letes. 
That cannot be, they were all Gentlemen.  Clarath. 
If you examine strictly, so you'll find these to be.  
For know, he that we took to be the pitiful holy brother,  
Is, in disguise, the Gentleman enquired of me for you.  Letes. 
It is impossible.  Clarath. 
'Tis so; That I should be mistaken.  Letes. 
What should this mean, Clarathea? Canst thou guess?  Clarath. 
Yes, that one (for both I cannot think)  
Would fain make love to you.  Letes. 
What e'er it be (dear wench!) keep secret,  
Till time reveal the event.  Clarath. 
Be confident of me; for when Clarathea shall betray  
Your trust, may she live neglected,  
And die forgotten.—  Ex. Letes. Clarath. Enter Adrast. Symphr. as in a Tavern. Adrast. 
Symphronio, Your haste hath brought us hither an hour  
Before our time, and 'tis too soon to drink  
After so full a meal.  Symph. 
'Twas well considered; Let me alone to drive away some  
Time without the help of Sack.  
Mettle hath perfectly got the part I gave him (if the  
Bull's pizill put him not out)  
And I have mine ex tempore.  Adrast. 
Doth the Rogue know he shall be basted?  Symph. 
Gently, he does: But I am resolved to try his utmost  
Patience; see here, they are come.—  Enter Albin. and Mettle. Albinus, 
we are resolved  
(Not knowing how we may be encountered  
When our expected company arrives) to pass by drinking  
For half an hour. Mettle, you are perfect in the part I gave you:  Met. 
Sir, I have not conned this three days, yet  
Dare prefume I am perfect.  Symph. 
Well, look to't, you know your forfeit, if you but miss a word.  Met. 
If you are ready, come what will, I'll run the hazard.  Albin. 
But where are your properties?  Met. 
For those, I shall furnish myself below.—  Ex. Mettle. Albin. 
Pox on't, I shall ne'er hold out without some drink.  
Drawer!  Enter Drawer. Draw. 
Here, Sir.  Albin. 
Sirrah, fetch us a quart of sack.—  Enter Mettle with a black gown, and pen, ink, paper, and books. Adrast. 
Here's Mettle. Prithee Albinus forbear your sack,  
They'll soon dispatch the Scene.  Albin. 
Well sirrah, let the sack alone till we call.  Draw. 
I shall, Sir.  Ex. Drawer. Albin. 
Come, come to your sport, prepare, prepare.  Aldrast. Albin. seat themselves. Mettle in an old black gown seats himself behind a curtain, with some books, pen, ink, and paper before him, personating Phanaticus a Priest. Symphronio standing behind the hang till his cue to Enter, personating Fly-blow a Butcher. Mettle draws the curtain, and turns over some accounts. Phanat. 
Let me see, let me it, gotten this week by incomes  
From Mistress Dunce a Common-Council man's wife,— Three pounds, a gold Ring two silver spoons worth thirty seven shillings.  
From Mistress Zeal widow,— forty shillings.  
From Mistress Tartwit a Cook's wife,— three pounds.  
From Mistress Fat a Tanner's wife,— fifty shillings.  
From Mistress Phime Feather-woman and widow,— one pound ten.  
From Mistress Grease a Tallow-chandlers wife,— one pound two.  
From Mistress Error widow,— forty shillings.  
From Mistress Extortion a Brokers wife,— Tastetie to line a cloak.  
From Goodwife Shuttle a gifted Weavers wife,— two fat Geese.  
From Mistress Fly-blow a Butcher's wife— a filver bowl worth three pounds.  
Why here is nineteen pound, nineteen shillings got with much ease.  
How willing these poor souls, in body, and in purse,  
Are to contribute to the Elect!  
For (to say truth) we are chosen, but 'tis to cousin them.  
I must abscond: My spiritual exercise grows too laborious.  
O for a Cornish Curate from beyond sea, to officiate in my  
Absence but for one month!  
Would they forbear me on the seventh day, I should rub out  
Much longer, and please much higher on the week days.  
But to stand two hours spending (to no purpose) is too much.  Symphronio personating Fly-blow, knocks at Phanatious his door. 
Who's there? Upon my life another client.  
A Greek or Hebrew book displayed does well. spreads open some books.  Fly. 
Here's one desires admittance to you.  Phanat. 
Who would you speak withal?  Fly. 
With your reverend self, divine Sir.  Phanat. 
O he is right, ho is right. — opens the door, Fly blow enters.  
Come in, Friend.  Fly. 
Save you, holy man.  Phanat. 
You also: What may your business be?  Fly. 
A scruple Sir of conscience, I fain would be desolved in.  Phanat. 
Resolved, you would say, friend.  Fly. 
'Tis very right, resolved I fain would be.  Phanat. 
Time with the Elect is precious, but to such good works  
As these we are called; Friend, open your case.  Fly. 
Sir, I am poor but however have brought that with me,  
That shall show I am willing (to my utmost strength,  
And ability) to give you satisfaction for your pains.  Phanat. 
Honestly spoken, very honestly spoken,  
And conscientiously; pray begin.  Fly. 
Then thus I shall discover my secrets to you.  
I find myself (of late) much given to rebellion,  
Towards a poor woman, yet, young and lusty.  
A neighbours wise of mine, who (I fear) if I enjoy,  
Will lie very heavy on me.  
Now, Sir, I have endeavoured to become a true  
Subject to myself, but finding my endeavours no way prevalent,  
I shall desire to be resolved, how fare  
Your dispensation (she being none of the Elect)  
Will extend towards the satisfying our venial desires,  Phanat. 
How far inclinable to your desires find you our Sister?  Fly. 
Verily Sir, comfortably inclining.  Phanat. 
Is her husband of able body for the procreation of the Elect?  Fly. 
That case is doubtful, and much to be feared,  
He having known her this two year and upward  
Without fruit thereof;  
The woman having ever been laboriously endeavouring.  Phanat. 
Brother, enough, enough, I say.  
I have with attention heard you; and shall (as considering  
It my own case) instruct you for your best advantage  
Both of soul and body.  
As for your rebellion, if your cause be wholesomly  
Advantageous to your profit, you may rebel,  
As many others, and myself (at present) do.  
But so to rebel, as of necessity must be prejudicial to you  
(Our sister being impoverished) I shall advise you to take  
This comfortable admonition from me, which is,  
That you put on the Armour of Providence,  
And cleave to a more beneficial sister.  Fly. 
Divine Sir, I thank you; and do begin to find your  
Wholesome and comfortable admonition effectually to operate.  
And that you may perceive, I came not altogether unfurnished  
With what, I hope, shall (in some reasonable measure)  
Satisfy you. — Fly. lays off his cloak and discovers a Bulls pizil.  Phanat. 
Good Sir, I doubt it not.  Fly. 
You shall not need; Behold this ell of mettle, — advanoeth his pizil.  
'Tis a good one: the Bull it once belonged to  
Cost me eight pounds.  
Marry, I shall give nine for yours, if you waste it not  
Too much in the service of the Elect.  Phanat. 
Sir, what's your meaning?  Fly. 
That you shall soon discover.  
Now hear me with attention:  
Thou Metropolitan Imp of Satan, Monster of mankind,  
Thou compound of Fornication and Adultery.  
Nay, nay, stir not, nor let nothing of noise come from  
Thy perjured tongue, which know can mollify as much as tears can rocks.  
Now, in a softly tone, answer me (if it be possible) nothing but truth  
(A thing by thee rarely uttered) to what I shall demand.  
You know one Fly-blow a Butcher's wife.  Phanat. 
Fly-blow, Sir?  Fly. 
Yes, Fly-blow Sir. Know, wretched miscreant, she hath discovered  
Thy black soul to me; and shouldst thou but utter one  
False syllable to those known truths I shall ask from thee,  
By all the Gods, I'll add to my intended fury, and geld thee.  Phanat. 
Forbidden, you Powers, geld me; I am undone then.  
Sir, I shall confess any I know, you please to ask me.  
Good Sir, be merciful. Geld me.  Fly. 
If truth so long forgotten by thee can be again remembered,  
You may be merciful to yourself, and save your Dowcets.  Phanat. 
Thank you, good Sir; and be confident, what you shall  
Please demand within the power of my utmost knowledge,  
You fully shall be satisfied.  Fly. 
Then to the purpose: How long have you been acquainted  
With Mistress Flye-blow?  Phanat. 
Verily, I shall most punctually resolve you.  Fly. 
Sirrah, answer me not in that sniveling tone  
You cheat the world with.  Phanat. 
Why, Sir, it is some eight weeks and odd days  
Since first I did enjoy her.  Fly. 
Villain, did you enjoy her then?  Phanat. 
Pardon me Sir, I mean no otherways then  
The sanctified company of a zealous sister.  Fly. 
Altar that tone (I say) or I shall whet — pulls out his knife, and offers to whet it at his steel hangs by his side.  
You understand the rest.  
Sirrah, be short; what money, and moneys worth have you had  
Of her? For Villain, know, that misled  
Woman is my wife. Phanaticus starts.  
What do you start? (I must confess, I blush to own her)  
Come, be brief, and to a penny satisfy my demand,  
Or you grow fat, and sing well.  Phanat. 
I understand you, Sir, and shall cast it up to a penny.  
Let me see, my book will tell me; let me see, — turns over his book of accounts.  
The eleventh of August last,— twenty shillings.  
August the eighteenth,— ten shillings.  
The second of September,— forty shillings.  
The fourteenth of the same Month,— twenty shillings.  
The first of October,— A silver bowl, to the value of three pounds.  
This is to a penny, what she hath been pleased to bestow.  Fly. 
And upon what terms did you receive it?  Phanat. 
Merely her charity, for good  
And wholesome admonition.  Fly. 
Indeed such admonition requires consideration,  
Which you shall have. Come, come, deposit  
What with your Mountebank tricks  
You have juggled from her.  Phanat. 
No consideration, Sir, for the pains  
I have taken with your wife.  Fly. 
For that, let me consider— yes, I have thought  
Of some valuable consideration, worthy your care and pains,  
But you must stand to my courtesy,  
The bowl and money being tendered me.  Phanat. 
I thank you, Sir, most kindly.  Fly. 
Nay, nay, for that, let it alone,  
Till you see what I shall deserve.  Phanat. 
Here is to a penny, Sir, what I have received of her. — Phanat. takes out of a desk the bowl and money.  Fly. 
Now, Sir, how ever you have played the knave  
By deluding my wife, you shall be sure  
To find me a man of my word. — Fly-blow beats the Priest egregiously with a Bulls pizil.  Phanat. 
Hold Sir, if you be a man, consider, and be merciful;  
Good Sir, consider my Coat.  Fly. 
'Twas well remembered; I shall, I shall, and lay it on so much  
The harder, you may feel the better through it.  Phanat. 
O Sir! draw in your pizil, (if you be a man) and spare me  
Till the next Lord's day is past, or I shall be unable  
To scatter the sanctified seed of Reformation into the bowels  
Of our dear Sisterhood.  Fly. 
Their reverend hearing, and your instructions  
Claims good places in hell.  
Sirrah, give thanks I am out of breath; Farewell.  
Cheat me once more, I'll send thee home to hell—.  Ex. Fly-blow. Phanat. 
I do believe you; A plague go with you, and your pizil.  
The Rogue hath made jelly of me.  
Complain of this, I dare not for my credit, which, I must more  
For my profit, than my conscience value.  
This must not unrevenged go thus,  
The slave is honest, that claws enough for me  
To ruin him, and his whole family. — Mettle pulls off his gown in great fury.  Enter Symphronto. Albin. 
How now, Mettle? This was but a rehearsal,  
When is your real day of performance.  Met. 
Zounds, I know not what jest there was on my side,  
But I have all the reason in the world to believe  
He was in earnest.  
You shall excuse me for acting the sinner again in jest.  Symph. 
Indeed thy natural doing of it is in earnest,  
Though we applaud thy sufferings in jest.  
But how? but how, i'faith Mettle? was it not smartly performed?  Met. 
Yes, on my side, I'll besworn.  
A plague on't, my gown had no lining in't neither,  
Which you ne'er considered.  Symph. 
Pox of a bad memory, I had spared thee else—.  Enter Drawer. Draw. 
There is a Gentlewoman below inquires for you, Mettle.  Met. 
Tell her I'll wait upon her strait.  Albin. 
Drawer, bring up some of your best sack.  
Another Scene as long as this had choked me.  Draw. 
I shall Sir.—  Exit Drawer. Adrast. 
Mettle, take your Lady into the next room,  
And as you find her tractable to your defignes, acquaint us.  Met. 
I shall Sir.  Symph. 
She must have my assistance to persuade her to it.  
Come Mettle let's to her.—  Ex. Symph. and Met. Enter Drawer with wine. Albin. 
Drawer, fill me a brimmer.  
Adrastus, here's to the fair Letesin, earth's richest Jewel.  Adrast. 
Too rich (I fear) for Mortals to enjoy.  Albin. 
Such another desperate word, and, by all the Gods, I'll court  
Her for myself, and hope to enjoy her too. And, I think, I look  
As like a Mortal (in this shape) as any brother in town.  Enter Symph. Riggle, and Mettle. Symph. 
Save you, Gallants. Pray bid this Lady welcome.  Albin. 
I hope you speak not in the plural number.  
What think you, Lady, do I appear a Gallant? — shows his .  Rigg. 
Sir, though it be a thing much given to people of my profession  
To pry into the habit of a man, I look into the mind  
And nobler part, and where I find most worth,  
I there most honour.  Albin. 
Spoke like the Queen of Amazons;  
I must salute your judgement.  Rigg. 
Sir, you mistake, those were my lips you kissed.  Albin. 
Lady, my ambition was to come as near  
Your judgement as I could.  Adrast. 
Lady, your servant. — salutes her.  
Nay, pray sit down.  Symphronio, 
'twas well this  
Gentlewoman had virtue enough to guard her,  
I should suspect her being with you alone else.  Symph. 
Make you no body of Mettle? Or do you think,  
Because he pleasures you sometimes,  
he'll pimp for all your friends?  Adrast. 
What say you to this, Mettle?  Met. 
I say, Sir, 'tis an office I never understood.  Rigg. 
That's very strange, truly.  Met. 
To you, I do believe it is; I think I had best take up  
The next room against our Brother comes;  
He must not know she is in our company.  Albin. 
By no means. Carry a pint of wine into it,  
As if she called for it.  Met. 
I shall, Sir.—  Exit Mettle. Rigg. 
'Tis a precious youth.  Albin. 
Lady, Health to your dearest servant. — Drinks  Rigg. 
Thank you, noble Sir.—  Enter Mettle. Met. 
I must have this pint pot, he is below already.  Symph. 
Mistress, pray go into the next room,  
And act your part toth' life.  Rigg. 
Let me alone; he is not the first knave  
That I have made a fool of.  Ex. Rigg. Albin. 
Not by a brace of thousands. Now will she pick his pocket,  
And he lay felony to our charge,  
Then where lies our scene of Mirth?  Adrast. 
Faith, under the lash. Symphronio, how do you  
Like the Vermin you have had conference?  Enter Mettle. Met. 
They are together, the Rogue kissed,  
You might have heard him hither.  Adrast. 
Gentlemen! what's your plot? as yet  
I am a stranger to your design.  Symph. 
Mettle, and I have studied that.  
What 'tis, the event shall show. But now you talk of plots,  
How goes your business forward?  Albin. 
Adrastus, art thou not a hungry?  
Thou feedest (to day) on nothing but thy Mistress eyes,  
And those you fell upon without any grace.  Adrast. 
I do confess  
I hardly know what other food we had; but as for grace,  
The Gods send thee but half as much.  Albin. 
Symphronio, he is now admitted.  
He has got the Old man's good will.  Symph. 
What, to marry his Daughter?  Albin. 
Soft, and fair; there's somewhat more goes to getting his good will.  
He hath free admittance to visit his fair  
Mistress when he pleases,  
Marry, I believe, you might have had  
Fathers, Mothers, and all the Kinns  
Consent besides, (in a less time) to have matched with your Lady  
You parted with but now.  Symph. 
Thou look'st like one that would  
Have married us, had we been both agreed.  Enter Mettle from peeping. Met. 
The Rogue drinks like a fish, and she plies  
Him with half pint draughts; she hath much ado  
To keep his hands above board: the other cup will ripen him for your company,  
Then 'tis my cue to Enter.  Adrast. 
Will not the rogue be troublesome?  Albin. 
Not long, if he drink so fast. And it  
Shall be my care that he shall want none here.  Adrast. 
Mettle, how doth she bear her drink?  Met. 
Hang her, she'll bear any thing is laid upon her.  
Now will I enter.  Ex. Mettle. Albin, 
And we prepare to entertain the slave with gravity.  
Is all contrived, Symphronio? What punishment we  
Lay upon the Rogue? for something we must do worth his  
Remembrance.  Enter Mettle. Symph. 
It is, it is; all is contrived.  Met. 
She hath prevailed upon the Babe of Grace.  
And he prepared to enter.—  Enter Sod. drunk: and Riggle. Rigg. 
Come near, come near, good Cousin.  
Here's none but are my special friends,  
I can assure you.  Sod. 
Save you, gentlemans.  Albin. 
You are most nobly welcome. Mettle,  
A chair there for the Gentleman. Mistress, pray sit here.  Rigg. 
Thank you, good friend: why, I had thought I had lost you all.  
I think I have not seen you, nor your friends here, these eight or nine days.  Met. 
This whore is got half drunk, and she will do it rarely. aside.  Symph. 
Lady, 'tis true; but blame not us, but our occasions, that enforced us  
To it: our business now being over, we'll be your daily visitants.  
Sir, a health to the greatest honourer of this fair Ladies  
Virtues. — drinks to Sodom.  Rigg. 
Cousin, the Gentleman drinks to you.  Sod. 
Thank you, noble Sir.  Symph. 
Help the Gentleman to some wine.  Met. 
Here Sir, please you drink. gives Sodom wine.  Sod. 
Thank you, Sir; Lady, here's to you.  Albin. 
Sir, she should have it last.  Sod. 
Say you so? Then here's to you, Sir,  
This fair Lady's servant.  Albin. 
Thank you, Sir; Mettle, help the Gentleman. Sodom drinks and falls down, they help him up, and laugh.  Met. 
Help, help, the Gentleman is troubled with the falling sickness.  Adrast. 
How is it, Sir? cheer up, all's well again.  Rigg, 
How is it, Cousin? what, not well, sweet heart?  
Pray fetch him some strong water.  Albin. 
A pint at least. Courage, noble Sir; how is't?  Sod. 
Very well. Sir,— but that I have got the hey-cot.  Albin. 
Your Cousin, Mistress, is drunk.  Rigg. 
I hope not so.  Sod. 
Verily not drunk— I am— not drunk— I must  
Confess I— I— I have tasted liberally of the creature,  
But you shall see— I am not drunk;  
Here's to our Prince.  Adrast. 
How dares he drink that health?  Albin. 
I thank you, Sir.  
He dares (now) drink his health, he dares not name  
But to revile, when he's sober.  
That's bravely done. Sodom drinks.  Sod. 
You'll pledge me, Sir?  Albin. 
That I will.  
Here, Lady, here's to you.  Rigg. 
Thanks, noble Sir.  Met. 
The beast sleeps, the wine works rarely.  
Shall I produce? The engine is in the next room.  Symph. 
Come, bringed in, bringed in,  Exit Mettle. 
'Twill cleanse him better than a purge.  
Sir, do you hear? do you hear? joggs Sod.  
Come, come, he is fast.  Enter Mettle with a blanket. 
Gentlemen, we must have all your hands.  Adrast. 
With all our hearts.  Rigg. 
Do you want my help?  Albin. 
No, Mistress, you have acted your part already.  
We four make the complete number.  
Lady, pray shut the door.  
Come, in with him, in with him, in with him. — they put him in a blanket and toss him.  
So, so, 'tis pretty well for the first heat.  
Something he would have said, could he have spoke;  
He grumbled vilely.  Rigg. 
Incomparable sport! Fie, fie, you let him breathe  
Too much. So, so, to work again. they toss him as before.  Adrast. 
Prithee, let him down, it has wrought;  
The Rogue stinks like a polecat.  Rigg. 
How rank a Traitor smells.  Albin. 
Very true; especially, in the nostrils of the righteous.  
The Rogue hath tired me; he looks white,  
I fear we have killed him.  Symph. 
No, no, he breathes.  Albin. 
How, do you like this sport, Lady?  Rigg. 
So well, I fain would have some more of it.  Adrast. 
The slave hath put my shoulders out of joint.  Met. 
What, shall we leave him so?  Albin. 
We must per force, till we have breathed ourselves.  Rigg. 
He that is weari'st I'll supply his place.  
I fain would help to give him t'other stool.  Symph. 
Let him recover first, and then for t'other bout.  Mettle, 
Fill me a glass of sack.  Adrastus 
here's to the dish you feasted on to day.  Adrast. 
Thanks, dear Friend, this Vlllain hath almost  
Broke my wind. Lady to you. — drinks to Riggle.  Rigg. 
Your poor servant thanks you, Sir.  Adrast. 
Mettle, fill some wine; Come, now for t'other bout.  Symph. 
A match, come Gentlemen, four corners and a fool.  Albin. 
A knave, I am sure; come, ho-vast. they toss him as formerly.  
So, so, so; 'tis well, 'tis very well; Gently, gently, down with him; he grumbles.  
He is not drunk, but he hath tasted so liberally of the creature.  
All this will not bring him to his senses.  Met. 
Here's money fallen out of his pocket.  Adrast. 
Sirrah. diminish not a penny of his illgot coin,  
But put it in his pocket.  Met. 
I shall, Sir.  Symph. 
Mettle, help me to a Butcher's prick or two.  Met. 
Here's a brace of great pins, if they will do.  Symph. 
Yes, yes, they'll serve; give them them, — Symph. pin's the blanket about Sodom.  Rigg. 
I'll swear you have performed it rarely.  
What follows now?—  Enter Drawer. Symph. 
Drawer, take you a care of this beast in man's ,  
Here let him lie (without disturbance) till he wakes.  
Take charge of what he hath,  
That nothing be diminished.  Draw. 
Sir, be confident, none shall come near him but myself.  Albin. 
Sirrah, make him pay the reckoning, and if he inquire  
(As questionless he will) tell him we are all strangers;  
If he refuse to pay, we will.  
Here's for your pains.  Draw. 
Sir, I thank you, and carefully will perform your will.  Met. 
Good holy Brother, I must make bold to pin  
This paper on your breast. — pin's a paper on Sodome's breast.  
Farewell, my fleshly Saint.  Symph. 
We are all indebted to this Lady for our Scene of mirth,  
Without whose help we had done nothing.  
Lady, here's half a piece to keep you honest.  Rigg. 
Thank you, courteous Sir, I shall endeavour to practise,  
And what in my power lies, I shall be glad to serve you in.  Adrast. 
Your servant, Lady.  
Come, let's go, the sport will be his wonder,  
When he wakes, which (by the Drawer)  
We shall know at full.—  Ex. Om. but Sodom.   

ACT III.  

SCENE I.  Enter Sodom pined in a blanket. 
Where have I been? Was ever man in such a plight as I?  
Sure I have been cast into a sleep, and hung in some painted  
Cloth, to personate the prodigal.  
What's here? a paper pined upon my breast?  
Perhaps I am in Turkey, and this my price of sale.  
I must make bold to see how I am valued. — pulls the paper off from his breast, and reads.  
Here lies a fleshly saint did lately prank it,  
Instead of sheet, does penance in a blanket.  
This may be all true, And I believe the Author might have writ  
To'st too. Yes, yes, it must be so, for I am pocky sore.  
They have given me purging comfits too, for I'm  
Damnable moist behind; What company was I in?  
I remember nothing but a whore, and that she would  
Needs carry me to some friends of hers, and they have used me thus.  
No hat, nor cloak, — feels in his pocket, and pulls out his money.  
'Tis strange, they should not be thiefs,  
And stranger that any other should use me thus.  
Here's all my money to a penny.  
I shall unfold this mystery in time.  
I hear by anon, anon, Sir, this is a tavern.  
The door is locked, and I must knock,  
Though to my shame, I do't. he knocks.  Draw. 
Anon, anon, Sir.  Enter Drawer. Sod. 
Who ever used me thus, sure they dare not  
Speak of it, for fear I come to know it, and punish them.  
Drawer, how came I in this pickle?  Draw. 
Do you not know, Sir?  Sod. 
Not I; prithee, honest Drawer, tell me, and  
I'll be thankful to thee.  Draw. 
Sir, I cannot tell, I do assure you.  Sod. 
Who was in my company? Did you tend this room?  Draw. 
I did, and if I not mistake, there was three or four Gentlemen  
And a Gentlewoman.  Sod. 
knowst thou any of their names?  Draw. 
Not I, nor can remember I e'er saw any of them before.  Sod. 
Where is my hat and cloak?  Draw. 
I have them safe below.  Sod. 
That's some comfort yet; how long stayed the company here?  Draw. 
Four or five hours.  Sod. 
Is the reckoning paid?  Draw. 
Not a penny.  Sod. 
Why did you let them go?  Draw. 
What Authority had I to stay them?  
They gave me charge of your hat and cloak, and said you lost the reckoning,  
Which you not being in a condition to deny,  
They gave me charge of you, and went their way.  Sod. 
What is to pay?  Draw. 
A mark, within a penny.  Sod. 
Fetch me my hat and cloak, and here's your money.  Draw. 
I shall, Sir.  Ex. Drawer. Sod. 
This Drawer is a rogue, and privy to my sufferings,  
But I must hold my tongue,  Enter Drawer. Draw. 
Sir, here is your cloak and hat.  Sod. 
And here's your money.  Draw. 
I hope, Sir, you will remember the Drawer.  Sod. 
I would I had as much reason to remember you  
As you have me,  
I made you rare sport, without all doubt.  
Here take your blanket, are not the corners stretched?  
A very pretty wholesome way of purge,  
A plague of such Physicians.  
This is the fruits of wenching: show me the stairs;  
I'll cautions be, how I come in such snares.—  Ex. Om. Enter Letesia Sol. 
What should this business be, my father laid, so strict  
A charge on me to use them with respect?  
'Tis out of some strange hopes of profit they assure him.  
How I should learn it out? I know not.—  Enter Clarathea: Clarath. 
Mistress, the Gentleman that dined here is at door.  
Enquiring for your father; shall I admit him in?  Letes. 
Why, thou knowst my father is not within.  Clarath. 
All's one for that, I believe you can do his business better;  
I'll call him in—  Ex. Clar. Letes. 
Clarathea, Clarathea:— she calls.  
This wench, will shame me.  Enter Clarathea and Adrastus. Clarath. 
Sir, my Master is not within.  
Here's my young Mistress, please you to impart  
Your mind to her.  
I think I have given him hint enough,  
His looks speak him not faint hearted.  
I'll leave you both to vent, or burst. — aside.  Adrast. 
Fairest Mistress, I have something of importance  Ex. Clarathea. 
To impart to your father.  Letes. 
Truly, Sir, he is abroad, but if you please to expose some  
Little time to the hazard of his coming home,  
You are most kindly welcome.  Adrast. 
Virtuous fair, One I thank you. And since your  
Noble soul hath denied to honour me with this your  
Courtous invitation, Pardon me, sweetest, if I endeavour  
Not to let slip these happy minutes, the Gods (for aught I know)  
Hath lent us to enjoy for our unmatchless happiness. — She starts.  
Nay start not, sweetest fair One, I have no frightful  
Story to relate; I have forgot all things of horror  
Since I became unable (more) to serve  
My too much injured Prince.  Letes. 
You have been then in these unhappy wars?  Adrast. 
Pity it had been, I should have lived to see my Prince  
Engaged, And I in debt to nature for my health  
And limbs, and been a looker on.  Letes. 
You speak like one our Prince may justly call his  
Loyal subject; it had been happy we had all been such.  Adrast. 
Lady, so entirely I loved and honoured you,  
( you delivered this your Loyal soul.)  
That were it (in nature possible) this might have added.  
Know then, I have escaped these wars, to be (by your virtuous self)  
Adjudged to live or die.  
Can you love? love me so, to make me yours.  Letes. 
Sir, 'tis a question, requires much more deliberation, than  
A sudden answer. I must confess, it were a means  
To quench those flames (you do pretend to burn in) should I,  
And to a stranger to, so easy part, with what (so much)  
Concerns my life and honour?  Adrast. 
Mistake me not, sweet saint, 'tis but a hope I beg,  
Which a small encouragement (from you) will make me proud of.  
Nor can I possibly urge, or dare expect that satisfaction from you,  
That may impair your honour; let me but hope,  
And it shall be a happy prologue to my ensuing story.  Letes. 
Sir, The hope you can expect from me, and I in honour give,  
Is this; I nothing see, but that your person, and your noble mind,  
Deserves a far more worthy wife than I can be.  
But, Sir, I have a father, whose choice I must prefer (in duty)  
If he gives consent, 'tis probable I may not repent it.  Adrast. 
You have with joy unspeakable transported me  
Above the clouds, there let me drop, my fall might be the greater.  
O! unsay that again; that very name of father hath chilled my blood,  
And sounds despair to my beguiling hopes.  
Too well, I know what choice your father aims at;  
Nor is fit you should obey him, where the choice he makes  
Tends to your ruin.  
Can the Wolf and Lamb embrace? Or can there be  
A sympathy, where nature hath made antipathy?  
Nor are you obliged (by duty) to obey him in what's unjust.  
You know his soul is black with sin, Forgive me, Dearest,  
That I am forced to put you in mind, of what, I know,  
You gladly would forget. Can you expect to enjoy one happy hour  
With him, whose sole delight must be to hoard up wealth,  
Gotten by base sinister means.  
Besides the daily curses (for his sake) you'll have.  
Your door washed too, with tears of Orphans, and such  
Oppressed poor, as he shall hourly boast he hath undone.  
For know, sweet Creature, the free access we at this present have,  
To your fair self, is only that we will assist him  
In the ruin of a young Gentleman (for aught I know)  
Unborn; but as we do pretend, knowing his griping way of gain,  
That I thereby might have the happy means  
To make my love known to you.  
I am a Gentleman, though (I must confess) a husband  
Far unworthy so Angelical a Beauty.  
Nor have I to my wish (for your virtuous sake) means  
Worthy your acceptance. But what I have, (though not so poor to want)  
Shall be enjoyed by me, only to do you service.  
And as you are known to be your father's Heir,  
You may suppose his wealth, more than your virtue, is what I aim at,  
Make me but happy in yourself,  
Let him enjoy his pelf; which, when I covet,  
May I live long forgotten of my friends, and lose you love,  
Which (with my life) must in one grave be buried.  Letes. 
Sir, what you have said touching my father's life,  
I could with tears wish were not true.  
And for your love to me, I thank you, which  
(To my poor power) I'll labour to requite.  
Pray take this for present answer.  
Indeed, I am not well, and must retire; only  
This, your language, I shall seriously weigh, and at our  
Next meeting resolve you more at large.  
So heavens preserve you.—  Ex. Letesia, Adrast. 
Angels protect thee, sweetest of thy Sex.—  Ex. Adrast. Enter Gripeman, Sent-well, and Clarathea. Sent. 
We have been at Old Firmstand's Lodging, but to no purpose.  
He left the town three days since, but will return for certain  
Two days hence at furthest.  Gripe. 
It was ill luck you missed him, but since his stay from town  
Will be so short, the matter is the less.  
Sent-well, here's money for your present wants,  
You must about a business presently for me,  
You know the Golden-head.  Sent. 
Very well, Sir.  Gripe. 
There lies a Gentleman, his name Adrastus,  
I think you have seen him.  Sent. 
Marry have I, Sir.  Gripe. 
So much the better: Be sure you dog him  
Forth his Lodging, and if you house him in a tavern (as ten to one you will)  
Use all the slights you can to Riggle into his company,  
Which, if you cannot do, be sure you take a room, or wait so near him,  
You may discover what their discourse is.  
And let me know what you can gather this night;  
And if their plot (contrived) stand right, 'tis rare.  
I'll firk my youngsters when they come to share.  Sent. 
Sir, I'll do my best, and doubt not to perform your will.  Gripe. 
Go, go about it strait, make haste.—  Ex. Sent. 
Yes, yes, it must be so; Gripe. pulls out a letter. and reads it to himself.  
There's danger in delays: The Girl  
Must from temptation, or she's lost.  
Some few months more she will be headstrong,  
And carve her own bits, which I'll in time prevent. — he calls Letesia. Letesia.  Enter Letesia. 
Letesia, here's news for you.  
Your uncle Miser, writes old Avaritia, likes well of  
The match between his son and you.  
And that because he would have you near one another,  
He thinks it fit you should be at his house,  
And sojorn there a while, till things between us  
Fully are agreed on.  
You see, Girl, what a care I have of your well doing;  
My thoughts are often hammering about your good,  
When you full sound sleep; young Avaritia  
Will make a wealthy husband for thee.  
Up with your trinkets, and prepare to go:  
Nay, no study, I have said it, and it must be so.—  Ex. Gripe. Letes. 
Indeed it must not. Good Avaritia, match in your own  
Dunghill, it will avoid a bastard breed.  
Money makes men adored, faith not by me;  
Virtue and honour crowns felicity.  Enter Clarathea. 
How now, Clarathea? Art sure Sent-well is employed  
To pry into his actions?  Clarath. 
Am I sure I live? I stood by when your father gave the charge,  
And the Villain undertook it greedily.  Letes. 
How shall we do to give Adrastus' notice of it?  
This slave will discover else, they do delude my father,  
And then we are all undone.  Clarath. 
Why, faith, for once, (to do you service) I'll to  
His Lodging myself. I heard what directions my Master  
Gave him. Let me alone to acquaint him with the plot;  
But now I think on't too, I'll not go neither.  Letes. 
Dear wench, why not?  Clarath. 
Why Faith, cause you'll be jealous.  Letes. 
Prithee, leave thy jesting, by my life not I.  
'tis more than time thou were't gone.  Clarath. 
You have prevailed; and I resolved to venture.—  Ex. Amb. Enter Atheos', richly clad, admiring himself. 
Marry, Sir, this is something like.  
I see my Tailor can fit me without taking measure of my conscience.  
The same quantity serves, how large so ever,  
Fools report 'tis streached.  
What a handsome bugbear it is, to ' fright men out of a happiness,  
Their reason (were't not enslaved, by doting on a world i'th' moon,  
To recompense their pining Misery) must prompt them to enjoy. — puts off his hat.  
Persist in beggary, do, and let your admired conscience  
(Ushered in with rags, and meager chaps)  
Attend you to your graves; Where (if your dust  
More brighter shine than mine)  
Be thankful to the Glow-worm  
Let me embrace this world, till I forbear  
(For conscience sake) to enjoy, with full delights  
What lust unsatisfied desires.  
This dumb God I'll adore, Money, to thee  
I'll sacrifice, thou art my Deity.  
How now, Rogastos?  Enter Rogastos. 
How draws the lungs of our new Government,  
The air of profit, (sweeter than are the Arabian winds)  
Into our garrison?  
Doth conscience (still) part freely with her outward  
Garments, trusting the soul for to re-cloath the body?  Rogast. 
As yet they gallop to their sufferings, as we can wish;  
Only the Lady that we ravished,  
Hangs still an arse.  Athe. 
She still continues firm in belief,  
It was the private Soldier.  Rogast. 
She does; but wonders much there's no severer search  
To apprehend what (foolishly) she terms her foes.  Athe. 
For that we shall (with fair pretences) gilled  
Much thicker than her eyes can pierce.  Rogast. 
As thus; the wrack shall force a guiltless prisoner  
To confess the fact, which done before such  
Witnesses as soon shall publish it,  
We may (with safety) murder him,  
And it cried up for Justice.  Athe. 
Securely contrived, (my better Genius) and politicly;  
But we'll forbear a while, to try what gentler  
Means may work upon her (easily) beguiled faith,  
Which I shall make my study.  
Rogastos▪ haste, and give order the Foot  
Be all drawn out.  
That part o'th' spoil we seized on last, I intent  
For to distribute to all an equal share,  
As well to those remained in garrison,  
As the party marched to take it.  
It will unanimously beget a will to Act  
What ever I prescribe.  Rogast. 
Your judgement's deep and noble.  
What you command, I'll see (with careful speed)  
Shall be performed.—  Ex. Rogast. Athe. 
Well, go thy ways, Conscience is merciful,  
And troubles not thee.  
Why, here's a Proselyte newly converted to our side,  
Out-doe's us all in mischief.  
I can dispense to troth, in what some in the world  
Call sin, but love not to run off my legs too soon.  
Humanity commands me hate the violence  
Of his tyranny, which (for our own ends)  
We must privately embrace, how  intent  
For to depress his fury.  
'Tis policy makes us conspicuous to the world,  
Which we, with sly hypocrisy must  
Endeavour to consociate, and then this little.  
World's our own.—  Ex. Atheos'. Enter Adrastus, Albinus, Symphronio, and Mettle. Adrast. 
How am I obliged to fair Letesia for this discovery?  
Her virtue will redeem her father's soul.  
Devoted pilgrims with their tears,  
Can not have cleansed by prayer.  Albin. 
she's thy own, Boy; this very act of here's  
Confirms it.  Symph. 
Adrastus, we must have gloves; and for her  
Garters, let Albinus and I alone.  Adrast. 
Would it were come to that.  Albin. 
Nay, if you cannot stay, Mettle knows where  
To help you to a cooler.  Met. 
Would I had one for you, as hot as I could wish.  
Why, Sir, do you think my Master wants a pimp?  Albin. 
No, I'll besworn, as long as thou servest him.  Adrast. 
Mettle, he does abuse thee. Go see if thou  
Canst discover such a person sneaking here about, Letesia's  
Maid described, and bring me word.  Met. 
I shall, Sir.—  Ex. Mettle. Albin. 
Letesia goes contrary to the rules at court.  
They choose to entertain, such as may stand for foils to beauty.  
Were but that wench (she keeps) tricked up like them,  
She would outshine them all.  Adrast. 
Me thought she did deliver her message to me,  
Not like one bred to serve.  Albin. 
What punishment shall we invent, to inflict upon  
This Rogue, hath undertaken to pry into our actions?  Adrast. 
That must be thought on.  
Where shall we dine to day?  Symph. 
Faith at some tavern, if but to see what  
This same Rogue dares do.  Albin. 
Agreed,  Enter Mettle. Adrast. 
What hast thou discovered?  Met. 
I have, Sir, a Rogue, marked out for such designs,  
Has walked some half a dozen turns about the door.  
You may easily know him, A short squat Villain,  
Cropped close to a large ear pendent, with a broad blue list,  
Crooked backed, splay feet,  
And a seared Conscience, Sables.  Albin. 
Herald-like spoken, but that he left out his Arms.  Met. 
Give me but leave, and I'll engage  
To torture his black soul to death.  Adrast. 
Pray try your art, and take your own freedom.  Albin. 
But, Mettle, Must not we share i'th' laughter of his sufferings?  Met. 
You shall, Sir, and be an Actor too.  Adrast. 
Mettle, go you before: Bespeak a dish or two of meat  
Where we last night supped.  Met. 
I shall, Sir.  Adrast. 
You two shall go the back way, and I'll take this.  Symph. 
Come, Albinus, then we'll take this.—  Ex. Om. Enter Letesia, Clarathea. Clarath. 
I dare say he loves you; for when I had delivered  
My message to him (poor Gentleman!) o'erjoyed,  
He knew not what to say. Till anon, collecting his scattered  
Spirits (ashamed I should take notice of his passion)  
He made me this answer; Sweet heart!  
Pray (from me) thank your fair Mistress for this  
Noble Courtesy: And let her know, the life I hold  
(Too poor a thing to part with in recompense of this great favour)  
Is only by me valued, but as 'tis here's to dispose of,  
I took my leave of him,  
And what I could to avoid it, he forced me  
Take a piece, and bid me tell you,  
Sometime this afternoon, he would  
Not fail to wait on you.  Letes. 
But art thou sure he'll come?  Clarath. 
Are you sure that you would have him come?  
So sure am I he'll come.  Letes. 
Dear wench! what (in this strait of trouble) shall I do?  
My father hath plotted with his brother Miser,  
That I must into country, there to be made sure  
To that most sordid wretch, young Avaritia.  
This must I be forced to do, or study quick prevention.  Clarath. 
Study? I understand nothing of study in it.  
Too well you know your father's temper,  
Whose resolutions are unalterable.  
What then can you resolve, but bag and baggage (with Adrastus')  
To be gone to some secure place of safety?  
And you do not know, things being past his reach to compass, how the  
Gods may work his alteration. — Letes pauses.  Letes. 
I have thought on't; And must conclude it so.  
I had rather marry an Ethiope, than one  
I shall be shamed to own. You Gods above, forgive  
My disobedience to my father, which you well know,  
Virtue and honour both enjoin me so.—  Ex. Om. Enter at several doors Sent-well and Mettle; Mettle falls down as in a trance, Sent-well takes up Mettle who looks distractedly. Sent. 
How now friend, are you used to these same fits?  
Now (by my life) it was a shrewd one.  Met. 
'Tis gone; have you no harm, Sir?  Sent. 
What harm? I understand you not,  Met. 
Did you not see it then?  Sent. 
What dost thou mean?  
What should I see?  Met. 
The Gods protect me from such another sight of horror;  
Sure it has hurt your shoulders.  Sent. 
What thing? what hurt? what, or whose  
Shoulders? Art thou not mad?  Met. 
Not yet; I do not know what such  
Another sight may do; For sure in a more horrid shape  
The Devil ne'er appeared.  Sent. 
Dost take me for a Devil?  Met. 
You were not fare from one but now,  
When he sat upon your shoulders.  Sent. 
Upon my shoulders?  Met. 
I am glad (for your own sake) you neither saw  
Nor felt it: I am afraid there is some fearful sin  
Sits black upon thy soul, that's unrepented of.  
You Powers, protect me from such encounters! Farewell.—  Ex. Mettle. Sent. 
What should this mean? me thought he did appear  
Too truly ' frighted to abuse me; His action could not be  
Counterfeit; his colour went and came:  
I am a Villain, that's certain.  Enter Albinus, he starts back, throws of his hat and cloak, draws his sword, looking distractedly. Albin. 
Heavens, protect the man. What art thou?  
I do conjure thee in the names of all the Gods, speak,  
Why in that hideous shape dost hang on that man's shoulders?  Sent. 
Who, mine, Sir, do you mean?  Albin. 
Why dost not speak to it? See, see, 'tis down and beckons thee.  
As if the business it had on earth, concerned thee only.  Sent. 
Heavens bless me, Sir, I see nothing.  Albin. 
Look, look, there it walks; speak to it (I say)  
It beckons thee to follow it: So, so, now 'tis gone,  
Just there it vanished.  
Into what a cold clammy sweat it has put me?  
The Gods guard me from such foul fiends.  
How dost thou feel thyself?  Sent. 
Sir, truly, not well. I am somewhat ' frighted  
At what, you say, you saw.  Albin. 
It is impossible; Didst thou not see, nor feel it.  Sent. 
Not I, Sir, truly.  Albin. 
'Tis wondrous strange.  
Friend, look into thy conscience, and  
There search if unrevenged blood  
Cry not for justice.  Sent. 
Truly, Sir, I never had a hand in murdering any body.  
I must confess, many a poor soul I have undone. aside.  Albin. 
Thy conscience be thy judge, which well examine,  
And I am confident you'll find it clogged  
With fearful crying sins.—  Ex. Albin. Sent. 
'Tis true, 'tis true, they are crying sins indeed.  
These are no idle fancies; this Gentleman is a stranger too,  
And did but confirm what the former saw.  
Me thinks my sins circled me round, and in a ring  
Unmasked, appear each in their horrid shape.  
Gripeman, (thou Author of my ruin)  
Thou now appear'st a monster. ' Curse on the time,  
I ever saw thy face.  
You Gods (above) forgive me. 'Tis time well spent,  
My eyes being open (now) for to repent.  Exit.   

ACT IU.  

SCENE I.  Enter Adrastus, Albinus, Symphronio, and Mettle. Adrast. 
COuld you perceive it wrought at all upon the slave?  Albin. 
Rarely; the Rogues bones made music in his skin.  
I strongly do believe (if the slave be not quite given o'er)  
It will convert him.  Symph. 
Hang him, flint hearted slave, he's unrecoverably spent.  Met. 
He vanished like our Devil, he has  
Quit his employment upon it.  Albin. 
I tell you, he is converted.  Adrast. 
Symphronio, prithee tell me, Were it  
Not strange Albinus should turn converter  
Of the wicked?  Smph. 
Strange as a frost in August.  Albin. 
Yet you had hanged yourself, had I not wrought you means  
To court your fair Letesia and what had then (think you)  
Been of your soul become?  Symph. 
Adrastus, What can you say to that?  Adrast. 
I grant he did a pretty handsome cure (indeed)  
His Masterpiece.  Albin. 
Indeed, your Mistresses.  Adrast. 
Time calls away to visit her.  
Gallants, where shall I see you some two hours hence.  Symph. 
we'll wait you at our Lodging.  Adrast. 
Agreed.  Albin. 
Adrastus, My service to the fair servant  
Of your fairer Mistress.  Adrast. 
Hangs your mouth that way?  Albin. 
No, you mistake, all that I have stands  
That way.  Adrast. 
That may be doubtful. Farewell.  Albin. 
May all thy undertake prosper,  
To thy noble souls desire.—  Ex. Omnes. Enter Letesia, Clarathea. Letes. 
Sure, wench, thou didst mistake; Art sure he promised to be here?  
'Tis more than two of clock.  Clarath. 
By none but Lovers clocks; I know it wants of two. — Knocks as door.  
Now, what say you? Am I mistaken?  
Upon my life 'tis he.—  Ex. Clarath. Letes. 
My modesty will not give me leave to acquaint him  
With what (more than the world besides) my heart desires.  
You Gods, I hope he'll move it first,  
That we escape together, for I shall never do it.  Enter Adrastus, Clarathea. Adrast. 
The joys the God's delight in most,  
Still wait upon you, fair One.  Letes. 
I should ungrateful be, should I not wish you share in them.  Adrast. 
Preserver of my life, so much have you engaged your creature,  
It were a study too presumptuous for mortals to requite.  Letes. 
If I have done you any, truly, I am glad. But — She pauses.  Adrast. 
But what, blessed Saint?  Letes. 
But I much fear, it will not lie within the  
Compass of my weak power to do you more.  Adrast. 
Rob me not of a joy, the hopes of  
Hath transported me.  Letes. 
I am, by the express command of my father, charged into the  
Country, and there to try how I can like a suitor of his choosing.  
And one (he is resolved) whether I like, or not, must be my husband.  Adrast. 
'Tis an unjust resolve; (I do perceive, your Maid  
Is no stranger to your counsels, Lady.)  Letes. 
I should ill reward the service she hath done me,  
Should I requite it with distrust.  
There's nothing (I dare think) I dare not trust her with.  Adrast. 
It is a noble performance, to be faithful,  
And deserves high reward.  
Now since you are pleased to acquaint your poor Creature  
With what so near concerns you,  
I humbly shall request what you resolve to do in't.  Letes. 
Sir, you urge to know what lies not in my power  
To satisfy.  
I gladly would be assisted (by some  
Judicious friend) what I should do  
In such a weighty business as this is.  Adrast. 
Then 'tis no time to dally.  
Do you love me so, to make me Master of yourself?  
A happiness (by all the Gods) I would not change  
For what (besides) this world affords—  Letes. pauses. Clarath. 
Pray Mistress speak— no— Sir, she does.  
Be confident (I know) she does.  
Is this a time to nourish bashfulness?  
Sir, pray think what's to be done,  
And for the rest,  
Take poor Clarathea's word.  Letes. 
Thou art not mad.  Clarath. 
No, nor would have you so tame, to fool yourself  
Out of the joys you aim at, next to heaven.  
Pardon me, Sir (I pray) if I appear too saucy.  
'Twould make one mad to know as much as I.  
And see how doubtfully she would appear, in what  
(I know) is in her heart confirmed.  
Sir, she is yours. Will you confess it Mistress?  Letes. 
It is a truth, my breast (spite of resistance)  
Will itself discover.  Adrast. 
May I enjoy this blessing without envy from above?  
No enamoured God descending to forbid the banes. takes her by the hand.  
Religious fires, without passion kindled,  
Temperately burn, and last to outlive the envious world,  
Whose narrow breasts we'll give leave to suspect,  
Not comprehend our joys. — kisses her.  Clarath. 
Why this is as it should be. Come foundlings,  
Now we shall have you as bad as t'other side.  
Leave billing, and resolve what's to be done.  Adrast. 
Thanks, good Clarathea, for thy remembrance;  
For I had almost lost myself in joys unspeakable.  
My dear Letesia, (so I dare call the now)  
Hast thou made choice of any course to steer in this  
Same sea of trouble, mixed with joy?  Letes. 
Truly, not any I; My shallow judgement is too weak  
To comprehend what's to be done in things of this high nature.  Clarath. 
Sir, That's your part to act.  Adrast. 
Which I, with all respectful care will labour to perform to our  
Soul's comfort. And to our great assistance, I have two noble Friends I dare  
Call trusty, as thou thy best Clarathea.  Clarath. 
Sir, be confident, that little life I have, shall willingly (in toil)  
Be spent to see your joys completed.  Adrast. 
It is believed, Clarathea, and it shall be my careful study to find  
Out some noble way of requital. My Letesia, I now must leave thee  
Till my next return, which shall be speedy, as our safety shall permit.  
My trusty Friends (I must impart my secrets to) expect  
My coming; whose help I must make use of in our speedy flight.  
This kiss, and so we part. kisses her.  
My person moves, with thee remains my heart.  
Farewell, thou faithful servant.  Ex. Adrast. Clarath. 
The Gods protect you, Sir.  Letes. 
Amen to that. Clarathea, thou hast played the wag  
Sufficiently to day, and yet I do forgive thee.  
For, I confess, I am glad 'tis out; I would not have it to do  
Again, for half my father's illgot coin.  Clarath. 
And now you talk on't,  
You should do well for to provide good store of it.  
You know not what may happen.  Letes. 
Happen what will or can, I'll not diminish one penny  
Of his wealth, so many curses goes along with.  
No Clarathea, he shall not say I robbed him.  
What money, and jewels of my own  
I have, I'll carry with me, the rest let him enjoy.  Clarath: 
I think I hear him Cough●, come let's away.—  Ex: Om: Ent: Adrastus, Albinus, Symphrenio. Albin: 
Did not I tell thee Adrastus, that her Maid's message was a prologue of confirmation to your late scald bliss. Well the Gods give the joy, thou hast the mine of virtue, her Maid's, a handsome scab, and well qualified. I read it in her face.  Adrast: 
Albinus: Thou dost not know the worth that's in that Virgin thou talksed of, by all the Gods (setting Letesia aside) I know not where to match her, believe it, she is not what she seems to be, (I mean) not born in so low a condition, but by some misfortune fallen to it.  Symph: 
I must confess, her language, shape, and carriage speaks her of better breeding, than her presents state makes known. But what course (Adrastus) do you intent to take, you cannot hope to have her Father's will to this.  Adrast: 
'tis true; And therefore would advise with you, what's to be done her Father being resolved (speedily) to send her out of Town.  Albin: 
Let him do so, then seat her on the way, and bear her to some place of safety, in which we'll both assist you with our lives and fortunes.  Adrast: 
Noble friends, I thank you. But that must not be the way, for first, her Father will not send her with a less guard than two, from whom, we cannot take her (with our security) without we take their lives (which all the Gods forbidden) but they'll pursue us strictly. No, no, I have contrived a way much safer. You Albinus, (since you have pleased to proffer me (so fairly) your assistance.) I shall request to visit the old man in your accustomed disguise, 'twill clear me from suspect. You shall enjoy Symphronio here in Town; And fair Clarathea: who I intent to leave, to give me constant notice how her Master takes his Daughter's flight, as also which way his genius drives in search of her, while fair Letesia, and I, steer to Geetrudenberghe, where (by Mettle) you shall have timely notice what's further to be done. How like you this contrivance?  Symph: 
Why very well, as can be wished.  Albin: 
It stands for me, on goes my mouldy  again, I'll once more be a brother. And when I know my part, let me alone to act.  Adrast: 
The next is, that you prepare all things in such a readiness.  Letesi: 
Clarathea, here is somewhat in this Letter  
I fear me will displease thee.  Clarath; 
That is impossible, if it may tend to do you service, — Letesia reads Adrast. Letter.  Letesi: 
Virtuous fair one, I have since my departure from thee (with the assistance of my faithful Friends) concluded of our remove, which will be so sudden, that I must request thee to prepare those necessaries you take with you, to be in a readiness at a minute's warning. Remember me to thy faithful Servant, who, I must request to stay behind (some small time) to observe her Master's actions. My noble Friends (I leave behind) will upon the receipt of a Letter from me, accompany her to Geetrudenberghe where we shall stay their coming. Fail not to burn this Letter.  
Thine to Eternity, Adrastus.  
What says my Dear Companion, is't not too great a trouble to inflict upon thy patience, to stand the shock of my Father's fury, when he shall know I am gone?  Clarath: 
Not any, I am better acquainted with his temper, (let him but hold his hands) then to be troubled, at what his tongue can utter.  Letesi: 
Come then my best Clarathea, for till it be thy will to alter it, I still shall call thee so, we must go pack up for our remove, for 'tis to me unknown, how soon we shall be summoned.  Clarath: 
What you command, I ever shall with joy obey.—  Ex: Om: Ent: Atheos': Rogastus. A'the: 
Rogastus, the orders from our General speak, we must be careful both by Sea, and Land, what strangers we admit into our Garrison. Pray let it be your care to see the word be given, that not an Officer of mine may plead ignorance for his neglect. Something there is in it that much concerns the State: And as I guess, they fain would make a stop, of some that would desert this Land, which we must look too.  Rogast: 
Sir, can you guests what Persons they should be they aim at.  A'the: 
Faith not, my Major will return this Night, of whom I do expect some Letters of import.  Rogast: 
Sir, 'tis strange to me, the sword being in our hands, we should from time, to time be put of thus, and not receive our pay.  A'the: 
'tis true, but a little patience pays us. For know, the time approaches near for us to pay ourselves, (a frugal way our Masters have all had before us) and now our turn comes next, there being a powerful At my raising to oppose us. The which, before we can encounter, the Country we must drive, as what concerns us most. And Rogastus, he's a fool, sense ruin we intent that in the act, can't get enough to spend.  Rogast: 
'tis happy news, I long to be at the sport. How I shall laugh to see the Bacon eating churls upon their knees for six pence in the hundred of their own coin which I'll in State deny them.  A'the: 
Rogastus take order that your sentinels, bawl not for relief, as they have used to do. Your Corporals use no justice, in their relief, but as affection guides them, which, let me but find out, I'll lay them neck, and heels.  Rogast: 
Sir, it shall be my care to see it remedied.—  Ex; Om: Ent. Gripeman, and Clarathea. Gripe: 
Tell me when she went, and where she is, or by my vexed soul, I'll rip thy hair out, and find it there.  Clarath: 
You may rip it out if you please, which when you have done, 'twill but confirm your error. Pray Sir, Argue but reason, would it not ill become your servant to examine you, where you go, and what your business is abroad?  Gripe. 
Why tell me, Thou Witch, could she convey her things forth of the house without your knowledge? Go, not a syllable of reply. Find her me out or I'll invent tortures unheard of for thee.  Clarath. 
Sir, The Witch you threaten, cannot conjure for your Daughter, I will assure you.  Ex: Clarath. Gripe. 
I am undone, betrayed, to my eternal ruin. Where should this Whore be gone? some villain hath enticed her. I'll find her haunts out, if the expense of my estate will do it.  Ent: Albinus disguised as formerly. Albin. 
Save you worthy Sir.  Gripe. 
Not so worthy, as you conceive. I am not worthy my own Child's keeping, but I will turn the infide of this whole Land outward, but I will find her.  Albin. 
Good Sir do, and all honest men shall thank you, we then shall have it right again.  Gripe: 
I tell you Sir, I have lost my Child, my only Child, and I must find her out.  Albin. 
If you find her out, she must be above one and thirty, and then (I hope) she is past crying. Sir you are not well, I'll visit you so me other time.  Gripe: 
I cry you mercy Sir, I am distracted, nor can you blame me much. My Child, my Daughter, my only Child is gone.  Albin 
Pray Sir whither.  Gripe: 
You do not mock me Sir.  Albin. 
Not I can assure you.  Gripe. 
Why then I tell you, she is gone (for aught I know) to the Devil.— Ent: Sent-well. Sent-well: My joy, and comfort's gone.  Sent. 
Your torments then are coming.  Gripe. 
You are a comforter for the Devil. — Scent: starts back feighted, and looks behind him.  Sent. 
Again, where, where, the Gods protect me; where, what Devil.  Gripe. 
Art thou Mad too.  Sent. 
Yes, and 'tis you have made me so, look back upon your sins; That Devil you talk of else, will haunt you, as he hath done me.  Gripe. 
Leave of thy idle talk, and send thy spirits abroad to find out my Letesia.  Sent. 
If she be lost find her yourself, for so you shall for me, know (if she be gone) 'tis a just plague the Gods have laid upon you for your cursed life. I'll be no more your Drudge, and instrument of wickedness, you have undone my soul, and body. You now may list me down, amongst those wretched souls, made miserable by your tyranny. The Catalogue of which is infinite: But I'll unmasque you; And to the world display such horrid truths, shall vex the Friends of hell to see themselves (by you) out down in villainy.  Gripo. 
I am amazed, the whole world's conspired against me. This Villain is possessed. O my brains, my brains. Great Lucifer, I do conjure thee summon Boniface, Mahomet, Copernicus, Matchiavil, Ecphantus, and all thy Learned Politicians in thy black Chaos to invent a torment (yet unheard of) to inflict upon this slave. For 'tis resolved you die. This Council set, your torments (then) grow nigh—  Exit Gripe. Albin. 
I fear, he is distracted past cure, you touched him to the quick.  Sent. 
I speak but truth Sir: And I wish it may do good on him, he hath long gone astray.—  Ex: Om. Ent: Rogastus: Adrastus. Letesia, and Mettle. Rogast. 
Sir, you stir not a foot further without a Pass.  Adrast: 
Which I could easily have procured, had I suspected any strictness in your Garrison.  Rogast: 
Sir, the favour will be great, please you to let me have a Lodging in the Town, which I shall pay for. to their full content. And for your cutesie, I shall study some noble requital, worthy your acceptance. And that I press thus earnestly is in the behalf of this young Gentlewoman unused to travel.  Rogast: 
Pray be satisfied, we have no lodging, or if we had, we keep none in our Garrison for Whores.  Adrast. 
Thou foul mouthed Villain, take what thou deserv'st. — Adrast: strikes him, they both draw. Rogast falls.  Letesi: 
The Gods be merciful, and gurard my Love.  Rogast: 
Villain; Thou hast slain me.  Adrast: 
Thou lysed, my sword did but its office, it was thy tongue that hurt thee. — Ent. Soldiers.  1 Sold 
Kill the slave, has murdered our Lieutenant.  2 Sold 
Hold, let's carry him to our Governor.  
Bear the Lieutenant to his Quarter, make haste, and call our  
Chirurgeon, lest he bleed to Death — Ex: Sould. bearing of thy Lieutenant.  
Come Sir, you that dare kill our Officers in our  
own Garrison, you, and your Minion,  
must along with us.  Adrast. 
Honest Soldiers, as you are men, procure in some good  
House, a Lodging for this Gentlewoman, for which,  
I liberally will reward you.  
What I have done, my life shall answer.  
Lay not uncivil hands on her, ner'c harboured evil thought.  1 Sould. 
Trouble not yourself. The Governor will provide  
Lodging for you both, shall hold you Letesia faints away.  
Look to the Wench, she faints.  Adrast. 
Angels protect thy Life, how it is sweetest.  2 Sold 
She comes again unto herself. Mistress cheer up, (poor Gentlewoman) here's none shall hurt you.  Letesi: 
I can receive no harm, if he be well.  Adrast. 
Why I am well (my Dear.)  
Soldier, your Language speaks Christianity.  
Pray drink this, your reward is still behind — Gives him money  
if you'll assist this poor distressed Maid.  2 Sold 
Sir I thank you, but can do nothing till our Governor hath disposed of you. Then if we can do you, or her any service, you shall command us.—  Ex: Om: Ent: Albinus. Sympronio. Symph: 
Was he so much enraged.  Albin: 
By all the Gods, he will run mad, (I fear.)  
And that same Rogve, that we posest, the Devil haunted so,  
is so far from jealous that we did abuse him.  
That he will engage his soul (which now he doth intent  
to Husband to his best advantage.)  
The Devil really haunted him.  Symph. 
Works it any good on the flint hearted slave.  Albin: 
The most reformed man alive; And preaches nothing  Gripeman: 
but he's damned. And that he thunders in his ears, to the great terror of his guilty Conscience.  Symph: 
How takes Gripeman such language from his Mercury?  Albin: 
Why faith, but scurvily; And conjures up the Devils to invent unheard of torments to afflict him.  Symph: 
I cannot guests, till he hath spent his fury.  
I long to hear of Adrastus his safe arrival with his Mistress,  
would one of us had gone along with him,  
he was but weakly guarded, with his Man Mettle.  Symph: 
It was his own desire.  Albin: 
'tis true, his Letters, which I speedily expect, will clear our doubts.—  Ex: Am:   

ACT V  

SCENE I.  Enter Gripeman: Sol: 

BE merciful you Gods; And let me see my Child  
before my breath departed this tottered mansion.  
But how dare I invoke the Gods that must be just  
in punishing my unexampled life.   

How ghastly (now) the wounds in my black Conscience  
doth appear. So numberless, and mighty are my horrid sins.  
The remnant of my life, only to think them o'er  
would be too little, what time would they require  
(then) to be sorry for.  
First, let me (with advantage) make amends, those many  
souls by my unheard of Villainies, made miserable,  
whose Prayers, may as a Cordial refresh my far spent soul.  
My horrid treason against my just, and sacred Prince  
for vengeance calls aloud.  
The ruin of my Country, which (to my best of power)  
I have been actor in. The least of which considered,  
I am but gently scourged.  
O my Letesia, poor innocent Girl, thou hast not fined  
to be a sufferer with they cruel Father. 'twas I conspired  
thy ruin— it must be so, my covetousness  
to match her to young Avaritia, hath forced her to this flight.  
You Gods above, restore me but my Child; And I'll become  
your faithful Penicent.  
And what I have unjustly from poor souls detained,  
I will restore, till all cry hold, they h've gained.—   Ex Enter three Soldiers. 1 Sold 
Have you heard how the Council of War hath disposed of the young Gallant that wounded our Lieutenant, 'twas a shrewd hurt, 'twas ten to one he had not killed him.  3 Sold 
I hear he shall be hanged.  2 Sold 
You are mistaken, for when he had his sentence to be hanged,  
hating so base a Death, he proved he had been an Officer  
In the late war against us. And must be shot to death.  
Trust me, I pity him, he seems a gallant person.  1. Sould. 
Me thinks 'tis great injustice he should die,  
The Lieutenant (as the Chirurgeon doth give in) being likely  
To recover.  2. Sould. 
'Tis true, but since it is their pleasure he shall die  
What cannot they pretend to take away his life.  
They say he fell upon our Guard, and that (though not  
Discovered) he had more aid which fled, though  
I dare say, there's nothing of it true, could I but save his life  
I willingly would venture a limb.  1. Sould. 
And he that shoots him, may his hands rot off for me.  2. Sould. 
Amen, say I. Come let's to the Parade, where we  
Shall know, what hour he dies, and who are  
Chose his marks men.—  Ex. Om. Enter Atheos', Sol. 
My eyes have not beheld a more diviner shape.  
Her beauty hath inflamed me to that height, I must  
Enjoy her, though I survive no minutes after.  
She dotes upon that slave that wounded my Lieutenant, for which  
He dies, for when she knows him dead, her love  
Like the affections of most women, will die with him.  
But should she continue obstinate, and hate me, as having  
Power to save his life, I then were further off obtaining  
My desires. But I will court her high. Rich gifts are  
Baits, that beauty often bites at. Laborious cunning,  
With a weighty purse, in time will do it.  
If nothing will prevail, this follows next by course  
What I not fairly can, I'll do by force.—  Ex. Enter Albin. Symph. Albin. 
I wonder much we hear not from Adrastus:  
I know no reason for it, I have been strangely troubled  
Since his departure, the Gods grant all be well.  
Symphronio: you shall along with me to old Gripemen  
To see if he continue in his Frantic fury.  
Besides we shall of Clarathea, understand what course  
He hath taken in search of his fair Daughter.  Symph. 
God when you will I am for you.—  Enter Mettle. Albin. 
Mettle: I somewhat fear the goodness of thy news  
Thy looks betray some sad mischance. — Met. weeps.  
Nay, if thou weep'st 'tis vain but to suspect it.  Met. 
'Tis sad indeed. For if you make not haste, you'll never see  
My Master more alive.  Symph. 
Is he so dangerously sick.  Met. 
No, Sir, he wants no health, this letter will take you off — gives Albin. a Letter.  
From wondering at my language.  Albin. 
He must not long outlive him, by whose means he falls. — Alb. reads.  Symphronio 
peruse those sad contents. — Symph. reads.  
Come, come Symphronio: it is no time to grieve;  
But to resolve, what 's to be done, where's fair Letesia:  Met. 
She is close prisoner in the governor's house,  
And none but such as he appoints, comes near her.  Albin. 
Poor Gentlewoman, I will redeem thy Adrastus  
Or perish in the attempt.  
Symphronio: I shall entreat thee, stay (yet) a while  
In Town, and visit Gripeman as my Brother:  
The rest contrive thyself, only to see what course  
He steers to find his Daughter.  
Clarathea shall along with me, her present service  
May stand Letesia: in some stead.  
And be confident, you shall (by Mettle) speedily hear  
From me, how all things stands.  
For so it may fall out, that you may do great servis  
For Adrastus here.  
Mettle: run to Clarathea: tell her, she must provide  
(Immediately) to go a long with me to her Mistress.  Met. 
I shall Sir,  — Ex. Met Symph. 
Since you conceive my stay may be a furtherance to my  
Distressed friend, I faithfully shall study (here) to act  
Whatever your directions shall employ me in,  Albin. 
Thanks noble Symphronio: Far thee well  
My brains are all on fire.  
I long to act, what, I in heart desire  — Ex. Am. Enter Atheos', Letesia. Athe. 
Lady, you do exceed in grief, you wrong your beauty  
To lament for what's not in your power to remedy:  
He is but a man you grieve for: And there are more  
Ith' World as handsomely active as he.  
Clear those fair eyes, and tell me, if myself  
(I must confess unworthy) may deserve your love.  Letesi. 
Do you love me then.  Athe. 
My actions (fair one,) shall satisfy that doubt.  Letesi. 
I take you at your word, than set my husband free.  Athe. 
That's not within the compass of my power to do.  Letesi. 
You are a dissembler, and profane the name of Love.  
This is not nobly done to triumph over a weak woman,  
(Through her ill fate) your slave:  
The conquest you will gain by't, may well be added  
Amongst the Trophies of your great victories  
Achieved in this rebellion.  Athe. 
Lady, the usage you have found (and from a stranger too)  
Deserves more civil language. But I'll forget it.  
And doubt not, this foolish passion over,  
But you'll consider, and be sorry for it.  Letesi. 
Never. For know, lay it in thy power to make me empress  
Of the World. I would not outlive my husband  
Many hours to enjoy it.  Athe. 
Lady. I see this is no time to urge a serious answer from you.  
But yet remember, you are in my power, and (if you please)  
You may be happy. Think on it.  
So far you well.  — Ex. Atheos'. Letesia. 
Where am I, or of whom can I expect relief.  
Was ever wretched creature so miserably unhappy as I am.  
And shall Letesia live, and my Adrastus die,  
And I his murderer?  
Thou mightst have lived brave soul the pattern (still)  
Of virtue. But I have robbed the World of such a juel  
The Gods esteemed too rich, to bless this earth with.  
I must (in justice) sacrifice my life to him that I have ruined,  
For on my knees (before the gods) I vow — she knelt:  
When I shall understand his death, caused by this  
Act of mine, one hour not to outlive him.  
There is no hope of mercy (on honourable terms)  
From such a heap of sin, as this.  
Was ever woman courted (by a villain) to her dishonour  
Just in the act of murdering her husband?  
And shall I not revenge thy death (brave soul)  
It is decreed.  
That hand that murders thee, that heart shall bleed.  — Ex. Letesia. Enter Albinus, and Clarathea, both disguised Albin. 
Couldst thou (Clarathea) readily find the way to the  
House we came from.  Clarath. 
Most undoubtedly I could.  Albin. 
And give perfect directions to Letesia.  Clarath. 
Such, as she shall not miss.  
But Sir, are you confident, they will be honest, in what  
(I must confess) they cheerfully have undertaken  
to be most secret in?  Albin! 
O Clarathea. The woman was my Nurse, whose milk  
Innocent, as the Livery it wore, still sympathized  
With Loyal blood. She can betray nothing  
But her own fear, how much she wants to do.  
Not suffer for her friends.  
Adrastus and Letesia's lives, thrown upon less assurance  
Might (though in their safeties) justly  
Have called me murderer.  
Pre thee Clarathea: how do I look, May I not pass — turns him about,  
For currant, without a superscription written  
On my back, this is a Traitor?  Clarath. 
You may. But Sir, the danger's great you undertake.  
Dost thou consider mine, and slight thy own.  
Thou wonder of thy Sex. Thou makest me (blushing)  
To confess, that when I have paid my debt to friendship  
By laying down this inconsiderable life.  
I have but initated thee, a woman.  Clarath. 
Pardon me worthy Sir, I do confess, I may resolve,  
But yet, may stagger too, in the performance of such a piece of friendship  
Had I not a guide to light me, more strange  
Than is a blazing Star.  Albin. 
It is too pitifully strange (indeed) to find true friendship.  
Farewell (brave soul.) Be careful of the hour — takes her by the hand.  
And directions of the way. For Letesia's impatient Love,  
Should she but miss Adrastus: some few minutes,  
Might be occasion of their certain ruin.  
This kiss, so, farewell earth — Kisses her.  
Our meetings next in Heaven.  — Ex. Albinus. Clarath. 
And may the noble example of thy friendship  
Be as a Star to future ages  
To light them unto virtue.  — Ex. Clarath. Enter Gripeman. Symphronio. Gripe. 
Sir, if I not mistake you are a stranger to me.  
What may your business be.  Symph. 
Sir, I am brother to a Gentleman (made happy in your  
Acquaintance) his name Adrastus.  Gripe. 
Away out of my sight, I know your business well.  
Sir, know, I have left those cursed ways, that would have  
Headlong hurried me to Hell. Be gone I say.  
And if you be his brother, tell him I do advise him  
To repent, and not betray his friends.  Symph. 
This is strange, he is converted.  
I must another way to work. — Aside.  
Sir, you do mistake my business. My brother not being well,  
And sorry to think what he had undertaken, sent me  
To let you know his change of mind.  
And bade me tell you, in any thing that's noble, and honest,  
He faithfully would serve you.  
But to betray a friend, or do an act unworthy,  
He would not for the World.  Gripe. 
'Tis honestly resolved, you now are welcome.  
I love your brother for it. Young man follow his steps.  
And covet not by base sinister ways to hoard up wealth,  
Lest thou be Father but of one virtuous child, — He weeps.  
And have that taken from thee.  Symph. 
Sir, your tears hath easily gained credit in my belief  
It hath been your sad case.  Gripe. 
Indeed it hath, and could I but enjoy my Child,  
I would (with comfortable tears) labour to wash  
My too bad sins away.  
But it was my fault, seeking to match her to a covetious  
Wretch, she thus deserted me.  Symph. 
Suppose, in this her time of absence, she should bestow  
Herself on a more noble choice, though not so rich,  
Can you forgive her, and (with joy) receive  
Your Child again.  Gripe. 
O worthy Sir, there's Music in your tongue, receive her,  
Yes, next to the joys above, on earth, I know none like it.  Symph. 
I am glad to hear you say so,  
And though I am a stranger, to your Daughter's flight  
And place of being, keep your house, and I doubt not  
But ere long to be the happy bringer of the joyful news  
Your Daughter's well, and show you where she is.  — Ex. Symph. Gripe. 
Blessings go with thee, thou art my good Angel.  
How gracious are the Gods (so soon) to hear my prayers.  
The hope I have of what I would enjoy,  
Hath made me young again.  — Ex. Gripe. Enter Adrastus, Albinus as in Prison. Adrast. 
Dear friend leave off to urge it.  
Canst thou believe Adrastus, values his wretched life  
At such a rate to purchase it with the loss of thine.  
I should be branded for a Coward upon record, should I accept it.  
No, no, Thou miracle of friendship, preserve thy noble life,  
To employ it in thy Prince, and countries' cause.  
There wants such guides to honour, and desert.  
Poor Letesia: I call the Gods to witness, were't not to part  
With thee, my death, would be as welcome as my sleep.  
But since it is the pleasure of the Gods, we shall not here  
(On earth) enjoy. I freely do bestow her on thee. Albinus,  
Take her, and be confident, thou wilt find her worthy  
Thy acceptance. And may you live long, and happy  
And once a year,  
Water my sad remembrance with a tear.  
Pardon me Adrastus, for I must speak my thoughts.  
Your language, or religion, I am mistaken in.  
You would bequeath fair Letesia to me, yourself  
Resolves to Murder. Hath she so ill deserved,  
For her return of Love, and loss of friends  
(Only for your sake.) And will you requite her love  
With taking away her life.  Adrast. 
Protect me innocence, I understand you not.  Albin. 
You shall do then. For know, Letesia hath sworn  
Not many hours to outlive you, which she'll perform  
Maugre, the World's resistance.  
Can you deny, to save that noble life, that hath engaged her  
Own (so far) for yours, and make her own white hands  
The instruments of her death. Be merciful, if not for pity,  
For shame of th' World, which will cry out in Ballads  
'Gainst the Murder. Clarathea too (That faithful'lst of  
Servants) at the same time shift's  with your Letesia:  
Who will not fail to meet you at the house appointed.  
Where should she miss you, her impatient Love might put  
The whole frame of our great business out of joint.  
And, for that you do suppose, I lose my safety in preserving  
Yours, you much mistake, I have not gone so simply to work  
But I have secured that.  Adrast 
Make me but happy in that assurance.  
And I'll desire to live, if but to call thee friend.  Albin. 
Know then, I have bribed, some of your guard  
To assist me in my escape. Come, come, no words, withdraw,  
And let us shift our . Be confident in your going out,  
And no man can suspect you.  
Be sure, keep fresh in your remembrance, the directions  
To the house you meet at, as what most near concerns you.  
I cannot hear, therefore make no reply,  
No compliments (dear friend) when death's so nigh.  — Ex. Om. Enter Atheos', and Soldiers. Athe. 
Where stands the wind,  1. Sould. 
North East.  Athe. 
Run to the Key, and give order, the long Boat be made  
Ready, and manned with able men. I'll out to Sea anon,  
Two, or three leagues. Saw you your Lieutenant lately.  2. Sould. 
Sir, I did this morning, and found him pretty hearty.  Athe. 
Where are your Sergeants.  2. Sould. 
Sir, I left them at their quarter but now.  Athe. 
Go, and from me give them strict charge they speedily  
Draw out all those commanded men I gave them order for.  
I'll have the prisoner shot before I put to Sea.  — Ex. Athe. 3. Sould. 
Now what say you, you that were confident  
He should not die for this.  2. Sould. 
Why, I say I am sorry for it, and could almost die for him:  
There is no Justice he should suffer death for this;  
For what he did he was provoked too by uncivil language.  3. Sould. 
'Tis all the Justice (now) in fashion, every man in office  
Makes his will, his Law. Were all the Soldiers  
In the Garrison of my mind, he should shoot him himself  
And that (I think) he dares not do, and  
Look him in the face, come let's go.  — Ex. Sold Enter Atheos' and Clarathea in Letesias habit. Athe. 
'Tis your best way to tell me where she is gone.  Clarath. 
It lies not in my power, or if it did, can you think  
I, that have undertaken thus much for her, will now betray her.  Athe. 
Art ' not afraid of Torture.  Clarath. 
Not I, I can assure you, I came to undergo  
What you d are lay upon me.  Athe. 
That's nobly spoken yet. Let me but this night enjoy thee  
And I'll not only forgive thee all, and set thee free our  
Garrison; But generously reward thee.  Clarath. 
Sir, I thank you for your courteous proffer, but I'll not buy  
My freedom at that rate, Had my Sister stayed  
(Perhaps) you might have had her consent.  Athe. 
She jeers me. — aside.  
I do believe I should, was she your Sister then.  Clarath. 
She was.  Athe. 
And do you love her so well to die for her.  Clarath. 
Indeed I do.  Athe. 
Then speedily prepare, your time is short:  
Or will you (yet) consent, do but consider, what it is to live,  
Which weighed with what you foolishly deny,  
And you must yield in reason.  Clarath. 
Indeed I must not, and when I do to save this wretched life.  
May all diseases mankind hateth most  
Proclaim it on my forehead.  Enter 1. Soldier. Athe. 
So brave:  1. Sould. 
Sir, the prisoner wounded our Lieutenant is fled,  
And another in his  left in his room.  Athe. 
Then (by the Gods) the Marshal shall to Torture.  
This is brave juggling. Lady, you know (now) who this  
Valiant villain is, that dares die for his friend.  
But you have Engines (I doubt not) now at work  
For your escapes. But I'll prevent them.  
And since you are so valiant you dare die,  
You shall have your desire. Soldier, run to the Goal  
And let the Gallant know, at five a clock this evening  
He dies. For, by my Tortured Soul, at my return from Sea,  Ex. Sould. 
(Without you do repent, and yield to my desires)  
You both shall suffer death.  Clarath. 
You'll ease me of a pain, there's nothing else  
Can quit me from.  — Ex. Om. Enter Adristus, Solus. 
What are we men, we should desire to live in this frail  
World, where there is nothing certain, but uncertainty  
To day, with the rising of the Sun, raised to the height  
Of what our joys can aim at. And by his setting,  
Ruined, and forgotten: A friend — The Ecche,  
'twas friend I said. — Answers friend.  
Hark how theretorting Echo (shrilly) through the grove Echo answers again.  
Conveys the name of friend, and rests its self,  
As weary in the Toiling search  
Of what deserved that name.  
And shall my friend, (the worthiest of what deserves  
That Title) die to preserve my life. No  
Dear Letesia: whom (by the Gods) I love, and value  
Next my honour, thou must excuse me.  
Too well (I know) Albinus did but pretend the way  
Of his own safety, to encourage me, in the securing mine.  
How soon that fatal sentence of his death  
May be pronounced, I know not.  
Something I must pretend to fair Letesia, of business  
For some time, which will be difficulty obtained.  
Forgive me (my Letesia.) my honour is more than life  
Justice, and friendship (now) parts man, and wife.  — Exit. Enter Albinus in Adrastus' , and two Soldiers. Sould. 
Sir, it is the pleasure of our Governor, that I should let  
You know, about five a clock this evening, you must prepare to die.  Albin. 
Thanks honest Soldier, there's for thy news — gives him money.  
He shall not take me unprovided?  
knowst thou what death, he is resolved I suffer  1. Sould. 
Shot, I believe Sir, for there's no order to the contrary.  Albin. 
It is a noble death, I thank him for.  2. Sould. 
Would I could save your life.  
'Tis pity such true friendship should be cut off.  Albin. 
Thank thee, noble Soldier. — A great shout without.  
What may this shout of joy proclaim.  1. Sould. 
Truly, Sir I know not,  — Enter Corporal. 
How now Corporal, know you the reason of this shout.  
Hark, the great Guns are fired too.  Corpor. 
Yes, it is to welcome a Gentleman ashore  
That this day saved our governor's life.  2. Sould. 
By what strange means, there was no storm at Sea.  Corpor. 
No, no, it was thus. Our Governor, no sooner had put out to Sea,  
(Whether to take the air, or make himself Sea-sick,  
I know not) But a small Boat of Pirates, well manned  
With Musketeers, hid in a small creek, whipped out,  
And got between our shore and them. Who being far  
Too nimble for our Boat, having more Oars,  
Soon boarded them, who to save their lives were forced  
To yield. When (to the amazement of our Governor,)  
This Gentleman now landed, (and then their Captain)  
Clapped in our governor's hand, a good broad sword,  
Bidding our men (if ever) now fight for Liberty, and enjoy it.  
Himself giving a brave testimony to our doubtful men  
By the death of two, or three of the chief Pirates, that he was in earnest.  
This done, they all fell to it. The Pirates distracted at this  
Surprisal, not knowing what to think (and less to do)  
The major part was soon cut off, the rest brought prisoners in▪  
In this same skirmish, we had but two men hurt.  
And this brave Gentleman (the preserver of their lives)  
Received two wounds i'th' shoulder.  
Now you may judge, whether our Governor hath not just  
cause (nobly) to entertain this stranger.  2 Sould. 
Come let's go see him.  
Sir, we wish it lay within the compass of our powers to serve you.  Albin. 
I thank you honest Soldiers.  — Ex: Om: Ent. Letesia. Sol. disguised. 
I was a cursed to let him go, what business can he have here  
in a place he is a stranger to.  
His noble soul will not endure to let Albinus suffer  
in his cause. And this a plot (by him) contrived for to  
procure my safety. You powers above, that looks with joy  
on penitential tears. — She weeps.  
behold a poor beblubbered Maid on bended knees — She knelt.  
to implore your mercy.  
Let not your vengeance fall upon the innocent, for the  
Guiltless sake, spare my Adrastus, and lay your load on me. She riseth.  
But if my cruel Father's fins cannot be washed off, but with  
our bloods, we'll make one sacrifice.  
And since our bodies are denied to enjoy,  
our bloods shall mingle.  
And drop out life together.  — Ex. Letesi. Enter Atheos': The new arrived Stranger. And Soldiers. Athe. 
Worthy Sir, you are welcome to your Garrison,  
for whilsed you please to stay in it, it must be so.  
My life, I hold of you, which when you please command  
I'll sacrifice to serve you.  Straying. 
Sir, your b re acknowledging me your servant, hath wiped off, what I have, or can be serviceable in, and made me (now) your Debtor, which I shall never be unable to confess, although not pay. It was my love to virtue, and my Country, commanded me to do no less, then to endeavour your safety (together with my own) from such rude slaves as those, for whom (I must confess I did, (but sore against my will) some small service, having been late their Prisoner, which gained me that command, you saw I had amongst them.  Athe. 
Sir, you shall o'er come in this, and all things else. And be assured, what entertainment this Country can afford (within the bounds of my command) shall not be wanting to serve you.  
I have a sight to entertain you with, ('tis probable) you have not often seen. Soldiers, are the marks men ready, I gave command (to day) should be drawn out.  1 Sould. 
They are Sir.  Athe. 
Go, and give order to the Marshal, he bring the Prisoners forth to execution. — Ex: 1 Sould. Com: Sir, will it please you walk, where I shall show you a handsome Creature, which will needs taste death, for to preserve her Sister's life. The like example of friendship in a Gentleman for his friend, one that I ne'er yet saw.  Straying. 
Is such examples of friendship common in these parts?  Athe. 
These are the first, and rarest (should they hold out touch) I ever saw, or heard of.  please you walk.  Straying. 
Your servant waits you Sir.—  Ex: Om: Enter As on the Parade, Albinus bound Clarathea in Letesia's Habuit veiled. Adrastus' disguised. A Guard of Soldiers. Albin. 
Dares that Villain Tyrant (your Governor) hope to find mercy in the other world; That can commit such horrid murder on a harmless Virgin, that hates bad deeds as much as he doth Virtue? You Gods above, redeem an innocent Maid forth from the jaws of this Rebellious Woolf. The act appears so horrid, it will not let me die in peace.  2 Sould. 
Peace, here is our Governor.  Ent: Athe. and Strainger. Albin. 
Yea, I will hold my peace. You Tyrant, Governor, Villain, Monster of Men. — Albin unvails her. Look on this heavenly form, as innocently fair — Straying: starts at sight of Clarathea. as thou art sinful soul. And tell me, if thy flesh not tremble to be her murderer.  Straying: 
You Powers (above) protect me, what vision's this. I is some Angel, hath asumed that shape to make my wounds bleed fresh.  Athe. 
Sir, are you not well.  Straying. 
Somewhat there was, that I have seen, much like that face that troubles me. Good Sir, what may her Name be.  Athe. 
Mistress, what may we call your Name.  Clarath. 
Tell now, the unfortunate Clarathea.  Albin. 
Cheer up (brave Maid.) Thou art so far from acting what may beget a fear, Angels rejoice, they have begged thee from this world, to enrich their Throne, whilst this admiring world gropes in the dark, as wanting virtue's light. — Clarath. spies the stranger.  Clarath. 
Thou sacred Spirit speak. 'Twas kindly done to come and bear me company, to the other world — Clarathea. faints away.  Albin. 
Help, help, she faints.  Straying. 
'tis she 'tis she, you Gods, rob us not of our joy so soon, Gentlemen, for Heaven's sake help.—  Enter Letesia disguised. Apfis 
speak one word of comfort, 'Tis thy Corianus calls thee. So, so, she breathes again. Sir, If I have aught deserved at your noble hands, (in what you may) assist this virtuous Maid, in whose well being, consists my life.  Athe. 
Soldiers (some of you) lay by your arms. And run for my Sedan, fly you Villains. Ex: Sold Dear Lady, pardon your penitent servant, who only did intent to show you Death in him to see how bravely you could bear it out.  Clarath, 
Doth my Corianus live, or do I Dream.  Corian. 
Thou comfort of my soul. Thy Corianus lives. Lives to enjoy, what the rich Ocean's treasure should not buy for me. My best Apfia: Embraces her.  Athe. 
Sir, this passion tells me, she should be of some value to you. And I am gladly happy it so falls out, that I may serve you for the life I hold. Soldiers make ready, and fire at that stout Villain.  Adrast. 
Hold, hold I say. Thou foul mouthed tyrant. There is more worth lodged in that noble breast of his then would redeem (forth from the jaws of hell) thy soul designed for Ruin. — Falls on Albinus his Neck. Let all the unreconciled world, that stands deriding at the Name of Friend, wash their bespattered souls; And here fall down, and worship. O Albinus, thou hast out done story, for where invention found not charity to purchase a belief in thee, they may behold their error. Here you tyrant, take the blood you thirst for, — Tares open his Doubles, and pulls of his Disguise I am the mark you aim at: 'Twas I that wounded your Lieutenant.  Apfia. 
My Dear Corianus, if you have any power to prevail speak for these worthiest of Men; They will deserve your love, as Persons I have been preserved by.  Corian. 
Sir, Then I must beg (what it you please to grant) you everlastingly engage your Creature. That since your Lieutenant (unfortunately wounded by this Gentleman) is passed Death's present danger, that all may be forgot between yourself, and those two Gentlemen (the unparallelled examples of true friendship) for whom, besides what obligation, my Apfia charms me with, I am bound (upon my knees) to plead for. And will engage, they shall deserve your love; And prove your Grateful Servants.  Athe. 
Sir I have given you the power, dispose of them, and me as you please. Soldiers, unbind the Gentleman, he is no more your Prisoner. And now we stand all three your Debtors for the lives we hold.  Adrast. 
Worthy Sir, what you have (so liberal,) engaged for us. — Turns to Corianus. shall be performed. My Life you have preserved, which I shall husband to the best advantage (in all obedience) to your commands.  Corian. 
Sir, I must proclaim myself a Traitor to my own reason, should I not endeavour to preserve those lives, I must in mercy to myself (if I'll seek honour) Imitate. Letesi, takes of her Disguise.  Letesi. 
And doth Letesia live, to see her Dear Adrastus free, worthiest of Maids, I joy to see (as for myself) thee lodged in those blessed arms thou gavest for Dead. Thy virtue hath redeemed us all.  Apfi. 
I ne'er could do service worthy your acceptation till this hour. And what (through weakness) I may want to serve you. I know my Coranius (gladly) will perform.  Corian. 
Lady Apfia's Friends, commands the Life I hold. Come my Apfia, I shall unfold thy Father's plots, and charge he gave his servants to confirm me Dead, which (once) began to grow disputable, through the festering of a wound he gave me.—  Enter; Symph, and Gripe man. Adrast. 
Symphronio.  Symph. 
The very same I can assure you.  
Sir, (if I mistake not) this is your Virtuous Daughter. — Turns to Letesi, Letesi. starts back.  
Ney, flinch not fair Letesia.  
I bring you none but friends.  Gripe. 
And lives my Letesia; My Child, my Daughter? — Adrast. and Letesi. knelt.  Adrast. 
Yes, and Adrastus your Son to, I can assure you.  Gripe. 
My blessing on you both; And with it, all I have.  Adrast. 
Worthy Sir, (my Father now)  Gripe. 
Come come, no words; All is forgot, all is forgot.  
My joy is too great for me to contain.  
This sight, hath filled my veins with youthful blood,  
I hardly can believe I am mortal.  Athe. 
This is a Day of joy, worthy remembrance. And Gentlemen; And Ladies, what I have done displeasing to you. Pray forgive it. And if you please to solemnize your joys in this poor Garrison, what is, and the Country can afford, is yours.  Althea. 
We humbly thank you Sir.  Gripe: 
And should accept this noble courtesy, did not my House call home, which pray command as yours. Where I, with pheasant, Cock, Parteridg, and Plovers, will nobly feast you; And these Loyal Lovers.     

THE AUTHOR To his Honourable Friends.  

WHat such a weak foundation can support,  
ye have read, which well may serve the vulgar sort,  
as a good Winter's tale, where brown bowl sense,  
may stagger the attentive Audience.  
At least so highly please, that the whole pack  
shall swear, in Ale's more virtue then in Sack.   

But how amongst your worthier Breasts, 'twill take,  
or what impression in your judgements make.  
Lo, I submit too, yet dare hope no less,  
Then that your mercy'l save me from the Press;  
which if I am squeezed to Death with, 'tis my fate,  
some die with too much, I for want of wait.    

To his dear Friend the Author.  
In stead of Epilogue, I'll chide thy Wit,  
at least thy judgement for suspecting it.  
Hast thou so nobly taught Friends what to do,  
and fearsed to suffer mongsed the Loyal crew,  
who let's thee lose by this, plainly discovers,  
was ne'er (yet) truly Friend to Loyal Lovers.  
Ed: Ashen.