THE NOVELLA, A comedy.  
Acted at the Blackfriars, by his Majesty's Servants, Anno 1632.  
WRITTEN By RICHARD BROME.  MART. 
Hic totus volo rideat Lîbellus.  
LONDON.  
Printed for RICHARD MARRIOT, and THO. DRING, and are to be sold at their Shops in Fleetstreet, 1653.   


The Persons of the Play.  


Two Senators.  
PAntaloni  
Guadagni    
Fabritio, Son to Pantaloni.  
Piso, His Friend.  
Francisco, Lover of Flavia.  
Horatio, His Friend— 

Servants to Guadagni.  
Nanulo,  
Astutta,    
Nicolo, Servant to Pantaloni.  
Victoria— The Novella.  
Jacconetta, Servant to Victoria.  
Flavia, Daughter to Guadagni.  
Paulo,— Bynamed Burgio.  
Swatzenburgh. 

Two Lawyers.  
Cheqinno,  
Prospero,    
Pedlar, Woman.  
Zaffi, an Officer.   
The Scene Venice.   

PROLOGUE.  

SHould I not speak a Prologue, and appear  
In a starched formal Beard and Cloak, I fear,  
Some of this Auditory would be vexed,  
And say this is a Sermon without a Text.  
Some think it so essential, that they say  
Nor fool, nor Prologue, there can be no Play.  
Our Author's unprovided, and doth vow,  
whate'er I say must stand for Prologue now;  
Then have at wit for once, why mayn't I be  
Inspired with wit, and sense extempore?  
But first I'll tell you, that I bade commission  
From him to tell you that he'll not petition  
To be dubbed Poet, for he holds it fit,  
That nought should make a man a wit, but wit,  
he'll 'bide his trial, and submits his cause  
To you the Jury, so you'll judge by Laws.  
If Pride or Ignorance should rule, he fears  
An unfair trial ,'cause not tried by's Peers.  
Faith be yourselves a while, and pass your vote  
On what you understand, and do not dote  
On things 'bove nature or intelligence;  
All we pretend to is but Mirth and Sense.  
And he that looks for more, must e'en go seek  
Those Poet-Bownces that write English Greek.  
Our Author aims only to gain you laughter,  
Which if you won't, he'll laugh at you hereafter.    

THE NOVELLA.  

ACT I.  

SCENE I.  Enter Piso, Fabritio. Pi. 

COme, I protest I'll have you home again,  
And tell all to your Father, if you go not  
More cheerfully on about this business.   Fab. 

O Piso I dearest (dearest?) only Friend,  
That Name of Father 'tis, that checks my blood,  
And strikes a filial Reverence through my Soul;  
Lays load upon my loins, clogging my steps,  
And like an armed Angel warns me back.   Pi. 

So, so, he runs away to proper purpose  
That bears his Hue and Cry in's conscience.   Fab. 

It is not yet daylight: night will conceal  
My secret purposes. I will return.   Pi. 

Do so; and damn thee blacker than the night,  
Thee and thy Father too for company  
Express your filial Reverence so, do so.   Fab. 
Dear Piso peace.  Pi. 

Peace fond Fabritio.  
Dost thou not fly from him to save his Soul?  
His and thine own to boot? will not thy stay  
(Stay not to answer me) ruin your Family;  
Cut off all hope of Blessing, if not Being  
Of your Posterity? and all this by obeying  
A wilful Father in a lawless Marriage;  
More fatal (I foresee't) then ere our State  
Of Venice yet produced example for.   Fab. 

O now thou tearest my very bowels Piso,  
Should I consent (as I dare not deny  
My overhasty Father) to this match,  
I should submit myself the most perfidious,  
That ever shadowed Treachery with Love.  
No, my Victoria, sooner shall this steel  
Remove thy hindrance from a second choice,  
Than I give word or thought, but to be thine.   Pi. 

Why fly we not to Rome then, where you left her,  
And shun the danger of your Father's Plot,  
Which would not only force you break your Faith  
With chaste Victoria, but to wed another,  
Whose faith is given already to another?  
Double damnation! 'Twere a way indeed  
To make your children bastards o' both fides.   Fab. 

Can there no way be found to shun the danger  
Of this so hastily intended Marriage,  
But by my flight, and the most certain loss  
Of mine inheritance?   Pi. 
That would be thought on.  Fab. 
Stay; who comes here?  Music, and divers Gentlemen pass to and fro with lights, at last Enter Pantaloni, lighted by Nicolo, with dark Lanthorns. Pi. 

Some Night-walkers, that throw  
Balls at their Mistresses, well of all Cities  
Under the universal reign of venery,  
This is the civilest! in what sweet tranquillity,  
The subjects pass by and salute each other!  
Stay, what grave beast, what reverend Gib is that?  
(I'th' name of darkness) dropped out of a gutter?  
O age what art thou come to!   Fab. 
Pray forbear.  Pi. 
Look there Fabritio, Venus can it be?  Feb. 
Come you're deceived.  Pi. 

Nay now I know I am not,  
For by that little loving glimpse of light  
That leads him on, Fabritio, 'tis thy Father.   Fab. 
I pray thee peace.  Pi. 

What will this City come to?  
A young man shall not shortly venture to  
A vaulting School for fear he jump in the  
Same saddle with his Father, to the danger  
Of his old bones. Enter Francisco, and Horatio.  
Stay here comes more. This is  
Some special haunt! sure 'tis the habitation  
Of the Novella lately come to Town,  
Which draws the admiration of all  
The Rampant Gallantry about the City!   Fab. 
They say she's yet a Virgin.  Pi. 

And is like  
So to continue, still she prove stale fish,  
At the rate she's stamped for: for she has set  
Such a large price upon her new nothing,  
That Venery and Prodigality are at odds  
About her, it seems thy Father could not bargain.   Fab. 
Fie! 'twas not he.  Pi. 
Not he! peace and stand close.  Fran. 
Is she so rare a Creature, this Novella?  Ho. 

Rare? above excellent (man) it is unpossible  
For a Painter to flatter her, or a Poet to belie her  
In aiming to augment her beauty: For  
I saw her that can judge.   Pi. 

Now if a man  
Were to unkennel the handsomest she Fox  
In Venice, let him follow these dogs. Sure  
She is earthed hereabouts. They have the scent.   Fran. 
You have not seen her often?  Hor. 

Only thrice  
At Church, That's once for every day, that she  
Has beautified this City.   Pi. 

What rare help  
May this be to devotion, that he speaks of!   Fran. 
And all this Beauty, and this seeming virtue Offered to sale?  Pi. 
I thought 'twas such a piece.  Hor. 

Thence only springs the knowledge of her worth  
Mark but the price she's cried at: two thousand Ducats  
For her Maidenhead, and one months' society.   Pi. 

What a way, now, would that money reach  
In Buttock-beef.   Hor. 

she is indeed for beauty,  
Person, and Price, fit only for a Prince:  
I cannot think a less man than the Duke  
Himself must bear her; and indeed 'twere pity  
That she should sin at less advantage.   Fran. 

Why do we then make way to visit her  
By our expense in Music?   Pi. 

A wary whoremaster: I like him well:  
A pennyworth for a penny would be looked for.   Hor. 
Why Francisco? Why?  Pi. 
Francisco! is it he?  Hor. 

Although her price be such to be sold for  
In ready money, she is yet allowed  
To give herself for love if she be pleased.  
Who knows how well she may affect a man  
(As here and there a Woman may by chance)  
Only for virtue? That's worth our adventure,  
But I wish rather we could purchase her  
At the set price betwixt us for a twelvemonth  
Our friendship should not suffer us to grudge  
At one another's good turns.   Pi. 

There's love in couples,  
What whelps are these? sure this Francisco is  
The late forsaken lover, betrothed to Flavia  
Whom now thy Father would so violently  
Force thee to marry.   Fab. 
Would he had her Piso.  Pi. 
O here they pitch, stand close, we'll hear their Music.  Song. Hor. 

Come sad Francisco, we'll tomorrow see  
This Miracle of nature, whose mere sight  
Will wipe away the injury thou suffered'st  
In Flavia; and make thee quite forget her.   Pi. 
'tis he, and I will speak to him.  Hor. 
Good forbear.  Pi. 
Francisco must not so forget his Flavia.  Hor. 
What are you?  Pi. 

Men, that would have you be so,  
And not to wanton out your holy vows Draws  
Dancing yourselves to th'Devil.   Fran. 
What do you mean?  Pi. 

I mean, Francisco, you too much forget  
The love you bore to Flavia, she to you,   Hor. 

She has forsaken him, and is bestowed  
(Forced by the torrent of her father's will)  
On young Fabritio, Pantalone's Son.   Pi. 
Here stands the man denies it, speak Fabritio.  Fab. 

Not that I undervalue Flavia's worth,  
But not to violate her faith by breach  
Of mine, were all this signiory her dowry  
(Here is my hand Francisco,) I'll not wed her.   Fran. 
I must embrace you sir.  Hor. 

And Gentlemen,  
My Lodging is not far, please you retire,  
And there repose yourselves until the light  
That now is near at hand, shall point you forth  
A way to future comfort; you shall find  
Good wine and welcome, please you to accept it   Pi. 

Your offer sir is large: yet let me ask  
If we may rest securely for a day;  
Lurk close and private, till the appointed hour  
For this forced Marriage be overslipped,  
In case that our necessity may require it?   Hor. 
I understand you, Take mine honour of it.  Pi. 

Be cheered Fabritio, thou shalt not to Rome,  
We may prevent thy danger nearer home.  
Now night we thank, and follow thee away  
(As being thy servants) from th' approach day.   Hor. 

You conclude well, lovers and sprights are  
Night-walkers, warned away by th'morning Star.   Ex.   

ACT I.  

SCENE II.  Enter Guadagni in his Study. A Taper, Bags, Books, etc. Gua. 

Whilst yet the Leaden fingered god of sleep  
Keeps close the eyelids of fantastic youth,  
Feeding their aery fancies with light dreams,  
Of wanton pleasures; giddy, vain delights,  
The ever watchful cares of aged Parents  
Throw ope the gates and windows of soft rest,  
Making our midnight noon, to guard and order  
The wholesome fruits of our continual labour.  
Wholesome and happy offsprings of my pains  
Thus I salute you and implore your safety,  
And thus that you may rest, grow and increase  
Mine eyes prevent the breakers of your peace.  
But see the morning hastens to relieve me!  
Day spreads apace, and warms the provident hand  
Do out the useless taper. Hoe! what hoe! Enter Nanulo, Astutta.  
Nanulo! Astutta! is it midnight with you?   Nan. 
Your servants are all here and ready sir.  Gua. 

About about, you drowsy headed drones,  
Where is my Daughter?   Ast. 
Up and ready too sir.  Gua. 
Sirrah haste you to Pantalony's house.  Nan. 
The rich Magnifico?  Gua. 

Who else, you Rat?  
Tell him I do attend his coming hither,  
To expedite the work we have in hand.   Nan. 
It shall be done sir, please you give me passage.  Gua. 

Here take the Keys; lock the door after him  
Then call my Daughter to me.   Ast. 
See she's here sir.  Ex. Nan. Ast. Gua. 

Flavia my Girl, see how my early care  
Provides for thee, The toil of many years  
By daily travail, and my nightly watches  
Lies here in readiness to build thy fortune.  
And take it willingly, since thou consent'st  
To match unto my will; whereby this Coin,  
thyself, and both our joys may find increase.  
I can no less than thank thee Flavia,  
Although I must confess, my suit was long,  
And grievous to me, ere thy childish will  
Yielded to my appointment of a husband:  
For whom (with no small joy I speak't) thou didst  
Cast off (indeed) the off-scum of his blood  
The poor, degenerate in fortune, fellow,  
I scorn to name him.   Fla. 
Alas my Francisco—  Gua. 

By which thou gainest the Nonpareil of heirs  
In all this wealthy City.   Fla. 

Sir 'tis not  
The Riddance of the one, to gain the other,  
Both which are equal blessings unto me  
Can add unto my present happiness  
More, than the thought of your paternal wisdom,  
Whose provident care was author of this good:  
Chiefly to you I therefore wish the comfort.   Gua. 

It will be so: I find it my dear child  
For though thy joy I know will be abundant  
Mine must exceed, that includes thine with it.  
Why smil'st thou Flavia? to think how dear  
Thy Hymeneal day, to morrow is?   Fla. 
No I could weep for that.  Gua. 

How! ha! what's that?  
This money's mine again, and thou art not  
If thou dost wish one day's procrastination,  
Degenerate brat, changeling—   Fla. 
Dear Father— Father—  Gua. 

thoust seen thy last of happiness: all content  
From this black minute, and thyself are strangers.   Fla. 
Sir, I beseech you hear me—  Gu. 

Get you in  
I'll mew you up where never Sun shall show  
Into what endless misery I'll cast thee;  
Nor any sound bring succour to thine Ear.  
To call thee back from torment.   Fla. 
Sir,— dear sir—  Gua. 
myself will be your Keeper, Cook, and Carver.  Fla 
Indeed you will be sorry.  Gua. 
Sorry! for what?  Fla. 
For the mistake you run away withal.  Gua. 
Didst thou not say thou wept'st, because tomorrow was come so nigh?  Fla. 

So nigh and yet not come sir,  
Fearing how many dangerous hours are thither.   Gua. 
Ha! I begin to be now sorry indeed.  Fla. 

love's Minutes, sir, are days, and hours are years,  
When each protracted, multiplies our fears.   Gua. 

Now I am sorry with all my heart; and here's a  
Thousand checqines to expiate my trespass.  
But do not let thy husband know of them  
Till he redeem a fault to their full value,  
Oh mine own Girl, my honey, honey Girl?   Fla. 

Was not I sir applauding of your wisdom,  
And giving you the glory of my comfort  
In this approved match?   Gua. 

Thou didst, thou didst,  
With tears of joy I must confess thou didst.   Fla. 

Had you but heard me out, I had magnified  
My fortune, sprung out of your providence.   Gua. 
Speak yet, and I will hear attentively.  Fla. 

First then, how first your admirable wisdom  
Weighing how I had settled my affection  
Upon Francisco excellent in parts,  
Of noble blood, however low in fortune,  
You gave your free consent (knowing your estate  
To be a portion fitter to restore him  
Unto the dignity of his Ancestors,  
Then to be added to another's Muck-hill)  
That I should be his wife—   Gua. 
What's this you say?  Fla. 
Nay dear sir fly not off.  Gua. 
Well, on then, on.  Fla. 

I say you gave consent, that I should be  
Wife to that noble Gentleman (pray sit still sir)  
As you had foreseen my future happiness  
Only in him consisted— sir until  
This wealthy heir, young Fabritio,  
You Neighbour Tradesman's Son, of great estate,  
Was by his father tendered unto you  
For me a husband, then unseen by me:  
But since I must confess a proper man,  
Worthy a fitter Wife—   Gua. 
Sweet Modesty.  Fla. 

But that your wisdom needs will have it so,  
By reason that his heaps may purchase honour,  
Which tothers' wants can never wash away,  
But farewell him: I must look this way now;  
And crown your wisdom with this closing point,  
That whereas I betrothed was to Francisco,  
And Pantalony's Son unto another,  
(A Lady as 'tis justified at Rome)  
You force me on this man, the fittest husband  
On whom to make my party good hereafter,  
Who shall not dare to upbraid my breach of faith.   Gua. 

And is't not a sound policy my Flavia? A Bell rings.  
But now no more; old Pantaloni comes,  
I take it. How now! does he not come?   Enter Nanulo. Nan. 

signior Pantaloni, sir, entreats you  
Meet him on the Rialto instantly,  
That you may go to the Advocates together.   Gua. 

It is my Flavia interchangeably  
To seal your Marriage covenants; make thee happy,  
Look to my house and havings; keep all safe,  
I shall be absent most part of this day,  
Be careful Girl, thine own special good  
Requires thee to't: and therefore I dare trust thee.   Fla. 
Happy success attend you sir, whilst I Rest here in prayers for you.  Gua 

Thanks my child,  
Come sirrah lock the door. But first (d'ee hear)  
Beware that none have entrance in my absence  
Except Fabritio, Pantalonie's Son;  
Or such as I have warranted, look to it.   Nan. 
With due respect.  Gua. 
Come lock the door I say.  Exit. Fla. 

ay, ay, be sure of that, and I could wish  
My thoughts were prisoners too: that they might fly  
No further than the casement, or the wicket;  
Where they (loose things) get out, and nothing bring  
Back to this heart, but cold and sad returns.  
O my Astutta—   Enter Astutta. Ast. 
Now or never help me!  Fla. 

As thou didst ever dream what true love was,  
Fancy some way to quit me of this bondage;  
Or else contrive this hour to be my last.   Ast. 

What! would you disobey your Father? what!  
So good, so careful, and so wise a Parent?   Fla. 

O do not vex me into longer life.  
Either speak help, or let me die in silence.   Ast. 
Yes, at sixteen; you would die at sixteen?  Fla. 
Else let thy pity of my youth preserve me.  Ast. 

O Cupid what a Termagant tyrant art thou  
Over poor subjects of sixteen! There is not one  
Among a hundred of those ticklish Trifles  
But is more taken with a Toy at sixteen  
Then six and twenty: because by that time  
The edges of most maidenheads are allayed.   Fla. 
Nay dear Astutta hast thou thought a course?  Ast. 

What to prevent your Father, my good Master?  
Think you I can turn traitor to his trust,  
And cross his purpose for your Marriage?   Fla. 

If Knife, or Poison, Fire, or Water may  
Remove this wretched cause, I'll do it else.   Ast. 

Yes, you were best leap from the top o'th' house  
Into the Cavail grande: and there perhaps  
Some courteous Gondelier may catch you up,  
And waft you to some house of dear delight.   Fla. 
Thou torturest me.  Ast. 

You see the door is shut,  
And Go-by-ground your father's Giant here  
More stern than Cerberus holds fast the Key,  
You can make no excursion; nor let in  
Any attempt for your redemption:  
No Letter or a Message can approach you,  
But by this Giant-dwarf your Father's Agent,  
Though I myself were wicked to assist you.   Fla. 

O couldst thou be so virtuous! Then I know  
Some quaint device would issue from thy brain  
To conjure and control his weaker spirits.  
Thou know'st I have command of Gold and Jewels  
Enough to buy a senator's large conscience:  
Do thou command it all to win him to us,  
That petty thing. does he appear bribe-free?  
Is he the only officer uncorrupted?   Enter Nanulo. Nan. 
Madona Flavia news.  Fla. 
What I beseech you?  Nan. 
From your elected Bridegroom, brave Fabritio.  Ast. 

Dissemble patience as you are a woman,  
Or hope to be; and hear him handsomely.   Fla. 
How does he Nanulo?  Ast. 
That was well said.  Nan. 

Well and respectful towards you it seems,  
For he desires you not to stir abroad,  
As I could wish you would not—   Fla. 

Insolent slave!  
You know I may not stir beyond the Key  
You keep, and yet you wish me stay within.   Ast. 
will you mar all? the reason?  Nan. 

The reason is, he means to send anon  
A Mercadante from the Merceria,  
The famous Pedlar woman of this City  
With her most precious wares; for you to choose  
What you shall like, and take them as his presents,  
(A ceremony used on wedding Eves)  
Such Rings, such Things, such Knacks, such Knots & Bobs;  
Such Curls, such purls, such Tricks and Trilly bubkins  
As Maids would turn no Maids almost to see 'em!  
And can you yet be angry at such news  
With me the gladsome bringer?   Ast. 

Very good!  
I have heard of this rare Pedlar-woman;  
And that she is much used in close affairs  
Twixt parties He and She; and do not doubt  
Since you make golden offers (gentle Mistress)  
To work her to your ends, as near (d'ee mark?)  
As woman's wit may reach at such a pinch,  
Pray let her come.   Fla. 

Well sir, you know I shall not stir abroad;  
When she is come she's welcome with my thanks.  
Return so by the messenger.   Nan. 
Most readily.  Exit. Ast. 

Now Mistress if I chance to set the saddle  
On the right horse; that is, to place your Maidenhead  
Where you would fain bestow it, I trust you will  
Out of your store reward me with a dowry  
Fit to convey me to a Tradesman's Bed.   Fla. 
Yes, and wish there a second Maidenhead,  
On the condition.  Ast. 

Well, be cheerful then,  
And clear those cloudy looks, awake your senses,  
Refresh your temples, rouse invention up.  
I have found ground to build on; but there lacks  
Much ruing, squaring, jointing, to make sure,  
Against all storms, our lofty Architecture,  
Come up to council?   Fla. 
Now thou comforts me.  Exeunt. Om.   

ACT II.  

SCENE I.  Enter Pantoloni, Guadagni, Nicolo, with a Zaffies habit under his arm. Pan. 
IS this Checquino's house, your Advocate?  Gua. 

It is, and Prospero your learned Council  
Is with him here, attending too, our coming.   Pan. 

'tis well, Give me my writings Nicolo,  
Please you to enter: I'll dispatch my man, Exit. Guad.  
And follow instantly. Now Nicolo,  
About the serious business Nicolo,  
In which this morning I instructed you.   Nic. 
For your revenge sir.  Pan. 

Right my Apprehension  
On that discourteous, cursed Courtesan,  
'twill breed me more delight, than all the dalliances  
I could have found in her most free embraces;  
I hug my quick and sweet invention for it;  
Here take this gold; this bright refulgent gold,  
Twenty chequins, and promise twenty more  
On the performance of the brave exploit  
'twill take unto my wish, I do foresee't.   Nic. 

'twill be sir, such a notable Revenge  
That the report of it in after-ages  
Will either mortify concupiscence  
In young lascivious Harlots; or, at least,  
Fright out of'em their itch of wronging age:  
They shall no more dare to put youthful tricks  
On years, and gravity.   Pan. 
Right my Nicolo.  Nic. 

'slid sir, and if you should not be revenged,  
An old man should not step in the Bordello  
Without the taunts of Boys and Gondeliers,  
Crying take heed, old man, you be not served  
As the Movella fitted Pantaloni.  
So, in short time, the City were well served  
When age shall be ashamed to crawl to lechery.   Pan. 

Right, witty Knave. Go heartily about it,  
Think what a Master 'tis thou dost it for,  
That has no slender tie upon thy duty;  
One that has bred thee from a youngling up  
To this maturity.   Nic. 
I must acknowledge it.  Pan. 

And Nicolo, it was no petty kindness  
To manumize your Father from the Galley  
Which you cannot forget.   Nic. 
Yet must I hear it—?  Pan. 

But I'll urge thee no further. Boy be careful;  
Work but this for me with effect and speed,  
And bind me as a Father to thy need.   Exit. Nic. 

You have even spoiled all now. I had as good a mind  
And thought to ha' gone as heartily about  
This piece of villainy as the Devil, that  
Is in my Master could devise, or wish  
Till that o'erdoing spirit put me out;  
Could he not see 'twas well; and mischievous  
Enough in conscience, but himself must cross it?  
does he think by redeeming of my Father  
To slave me with his boasts, and foul upbraidings?  
Had he still rowed i'th' galley, I not knowing,  
The toil, the smart and grief had been his own:  
Now I inherit what was then his pain,  
Hearing continually the clash of's care,  
And his fall stripes, out of this Babblers mouth,  
Which more than kills my thanks; it wreaks my Spleen.  
To brag of benefits one hath bestown  
Doth make the best seem less, and most seem none:  
So often times the greatest courtesy  
Is by the doer made an injury.   Enter Fabritio. Fab. 

Nicolo well met. I saw you house my Father,  
And waited for you. Come you shall draw near.  
This is a near friends Lodging Gentlemen, Piso, Francisco, Hora. at a Table, Wine, etc.  
My father's special man I told you of;  
Pray bid him welcome.   Hor. 

Most entirely,  
Please you to sit sir: Here's a short potation.   Pi. 

But good Lyatico I assure you sir  
I'll be your taster to quit fear of danger, Piso drinks.  
And now I'll let you know we have made oath  
Upon this nimble master of invention  
This sprightly liquour to be firm, and faithful  
To one another in a present project.  
Take you the lame, and grow in one with us.   Nic. 
May I not ask what end your project aims at?  Fra. 
Nor what, nor unto whose—  Pi. 

Let it suffice,  
We carry that about us shall end you, They draw stilettoes  
And presently, if you comply not with us.   Nic. 

Nay, nay, by fair means Gentlemen I pray.  
I am apt enough to mischief of myself.  
Look ye. I swear with you.   He drinks. Hor. 

'tis well. Now know  
'tis for the good of your young Master here.   Nic. 
Then you would use me in some treachery Against my old one.  Pi. 
Thou art a Soothsayer.  Nic. 

Look you, I'll swear again, I like your oath,  
Your deep Lyatic oath here, wondrous well.   He drinks Fab. 
'tis well done Nicolo: try the bottom of't— thrice  Nic. 

I will comply now and complot with you,  
And was indifferently prepared before.  
Provided always that it tend not to  
Danger of's Life.   Fab. 
Couldst think me such a Villain?  Nic. 

Nay, if it were, 'twere no disparagement  
To stake my head with yours. But Gentlemen,  
Please ye fall roundly now upon the business,  
I have now sworn enough.   Pi. 

Then you must answer  
To these intergatories. First do you know  
If the old men Guadagni and Pantaloni  
Do hold their purpose for their match tomorrow  
Betwixt Fabritio here, and Flavia?   Nic. 

They are marrying of 'em now at their Lawyers,  
By Deed and Covenant, under Hand and Seal.  
I left them, and their Books there now together,  
And for the Priest tomorrow is the day.   Hor. 
Is not Fabritio missed at home this morning?  Nic. 

No, not at all, the old man's mind's so carried  
Upon the wings of this new marriage fortune—  
I cry you mercy sir, you are the Gentleman  
I think, that should have had her.   Fra. 
In good time sir.  Nic. 
In good time may you I'll do something for you.  Fab. 
Honest, deserving Nic.  Nic. 

Sir thus it is:  
My Master sent in my young Master's name,  
(The more to endear his service and his care  
To the young Lady) that the merchantess,  
The rich She pedlar of the Merceria  
Should visit her today with all her wares,  
For her to take her choice to deck her Brideship;  
If you know how to plough now with that heifer  
You may perhaps convey a message to her.   Hor. 
I know her, and will fit you with directions.  Fra. 
Thou hast given a hint, for which I will renown thee.  Pi. 

But Nicolo, where was your reverend Master  
Attended by yourself before daylight?   Fab. 
Prithee inquire not further, 'twas not he.  Nic. 
The doubtful light deceived you sir.  Pi. 

No more than Noon i'faith, a man may spy  
An old whoremaster in the darkest night  
Like an old Cat, by th' glaring of his eyes.  
Will his old Mutton-mongership never leave?  
He is already known sufficiently  
through the City for his gift that way;  
And yet he will deny his son free choice,  
And force him marry one he not affects.   Hor. 

That is his drift, whereby he may inherit  
From him the same licentiousness; and make  
The World acknowledge him the more his Son.   Pi. 

But has he made the purchase? has he bought  
The famous piece of flesh, the rare Novella?   Nic. 
I could unshale a plot.  Hor. 
ne'er doubt but do't then,  Pi. 
My noble Nicolo out with't I say.  Ni. 

I would entreat the favour of this Senate  
I might unfold it only unto one.   Fra. 
Take your free choice.  Nic. 

To you young Master then,  
Take heed we render not ridiculous  
Your Father to the wildness of their youth:  
But to yourself I will disclose a secret  
That may be wrought to your advantage.   Fab. 
On.  Nic. 

'tis true, my Master was with the Novella  
Drawn by the loose desires of wanton flesh;  
But such a foul affront he did receive  
As justly doth provoke his dire revenge,  
Which he hath trusted me to execute.   Fab. 
How Nicolo? but first what was th' affront?  Nic. 

He bargained with her; and for some large price  
She yielded to be his. But in the night  
In the conditioned bed was laid a moor;  
A hideous and detested Blackamoor,  
Which he (demanding light to please his eye,  
As old men use all motives)  
Discovered and enraged, forsook the house;  
Affrighted and ashamed to ask his coin again.   Fab. 
But seeks Revenge How, how, good Nicolo?  Nic. 

Thus sir, you know what common disrepute  
Falls upon Man or Woman that is found  
Conversing with the common City-hangman,  
That nearest Kindred after such converse,  
Shun their society, as they would do him  
(The hangman's self) so odious are they held  
Except it be those officers allowed  
By the State-public to negotiate with him.   Fab. 
I know it Nicolo. But what can follow?  Nic. 

'tis plotted that the Hangman shall go to her,  
And be discovered with her in such sort,  
As her disgrace shall force her fly the City,  
And I have undertaken to effect it.   Fab. 

It must be then by bribing of the Hangman:  
And how canst thou do that with thine own safety?  
Thou mayst be so discovered and so hated.   Nic. 

For that observe the politic invention  
Of my old Master! the habit of a Zaffi,  
One of th'inferior Ministers of Justice,  
That walks between the Senate, and their Friend  
The Executioner of their commands.   Fab. 
But what disguise shall shroud the Hangman thither, whose own shape is as horrid as the Plague?  Nic. 

The habit of some stranger in the City,  
Which here is gold to purchase.   Fab. 

Thou hast informed,  
Nay more thou hast inspired me Nicolo!  
I shall find way by this, to break the contract  
My Father would enforce; preserve his credit,  
And save the poor Novella from the same  
My father threatens by his own disgrace  
Be then but true to me.   Nic. 
Sir, if I fail—  Fab. 

Enough: I'll trust thee. Keep the gold thyself:  
Give me this Habit. Get thyself another  
In all points like it, and in that return  
Unto my Father, confidently tell him  
The Hangman undertakes it, and at five,  
Soon in the Evening, in stranger's habit,  
He will accost her.   Nic. 
Sir—  Fab. 

I'll see't performed,  
Trust to my word and care, and thy reward.   Nic. 
I leave all to you sir. And crave my dismission.  Pi. 
What! Has he done?  Fab. 

Most friendly. Farewell Nicolo. Exit. Nic.  
He has given me plot enough, if I but work it;  
And it produce not Comic sport i'th' end  
I must subscribe my Wit is not my Friend,  
I must crave your assistance Gentlemen.   Hor. 
We have been plotting too.  Fra. 

And though our project run not the same way,  
It may conclude with yours to crown the day.   Pi. 
So to your several ways.  Hor. 
I am for the Novella.  Exeunt Omnes.   

ACT II.  

SCENE II.  Victoria above, looking in a Glass, Jacomo, Paulo, bynamed Burgio. Vic. 

SO I am ready: And trust me Jacconetta  
My pretty moor, (for so I still must call thee  
For thy dear Master's sake that gave thee to me)  
Thou art grown skilful in these quaint attires,  
So lately unacquainted with my wearing:  
Thou hast played the good beginner at this dressing,  
And by thine industry and further practise,  
I doubt not but my Knowledge will grow ripe.   Pau. 

And by that Knowledge, you yourself soon rotten. Aside.  
O! could these Creatures grow still towards ripeness;  
Or, being ripe, abide so, and no further,  
What excellent fruit they were!   Vic. 
What say you Borgio?  Pau. 

I say among the twenty thousand courtesans  
In and about this City, none becomes  
The dressing, or the habit like yourself;  
Your most unparalleled self! But, noblest Lady,  
Think 'tis your person beautifies the Dress,  
Not it, your person.   Vic. 
Why not it my person?  Pan. 

Yes, as the flame the fuel;  
To work it into coals, and so to ashes.   Vic. 
Still Borgio in your old morality!  Pan. 

These Tires, these Chains, these Paintings, and these Gauds  
Are but the sprigs and leaves, the butchers use  
To set out flesh to sale with; or, at best,  
But the gay Garlands which adorn the Beast  
Prepared for Sacrifice—   Vic. 
Peace Borgio, peace.  Pan. 

And as those Beasts, so senseless are you women  
Of the most certain danger you put on,  
With your vain glorious gaiety; chips and straws,  
To kindle fire of lust, in whose lewd flame  
Sinks (with Troy's Buildings) Nature's choicest  
Flame.   Vic. 

I would I understood this misery!  
Deal freely with me Borgio, what new art  
Hast thou in practise, that thou setst a face  
Shiningly varnished with Divinity  
On a profession, that makes Nature vile  
In her own shame? Lust's instrument!  
Nay case of instruments, holding all means  
For propagation and maintaining of it;  
To make thy Gain out of its dregs and fragments.  
Tell me, dost think by preaching modesty  
To quit thee of the baseness of thy trade;  
A poor necessitous Bravo? or hast hope  
To live upon my honesty, and yet be still  
thyself a Ruffiano?   Pan. 
I would give o'er, would you; and change my Function.  Vic. 
Ha, ha, ha,—  Jac. 

What mean you Borgio, would you now spoil all?  
Did you instruct her in this way of profit,  
And no less pleasant too, then profitable  
(As most of my Books titles are) whereby  
She was so well resolved to go on—   Pan. 

Hold thy peace fool: she will run on the faster.  
Thou know'st not how much harm, preaching has done  
'Mongst women. She will prove the only Sweepstake  
In all the City.   Jac. 
O are you there Devil?  Vic. 

Sir, leave this grumbling, or I'll turn you off  
Amongst your Brothers, and your Sons Ruffianos,  
To lurch i'th' night betwixt eleven and two  
To rob and drown for prey; till being taken  
immediate Hanging follows.   Pan. 

I'm now your Creature;  
My noble resolute Mistress; now I adore you:  
Now you shine bright; your bravery now becomes you,  
Yet (let me tell you under fair correction)  
I have some cause to hinder your desires,  
And theirs that seek you more, yet, for a time.   Vic. 
Your reason sir?  Pan. 

You know I was preferred to you for a Bravo  
Of long and dear experience: I have served  
Six, the most famous Dames, this City bred  
These sixty years; none scorning my advice,  
By which, and their endeavours they grew up  
To purse the price of Providences; which bestowed  
The most in public, some in pious uses  
Purchased them fame, almost Canonization.  
The last and least of them, Margarita Emiliana  
Founded the Augustinian Monastery  
I showed you late; where she has daily prayers.  
These women, whom successively I served,  
Fell not by rash adventure unto all  
Great Fortune's offers; but by sound advise  
(Which kept their Bodies sound and 'riched their coffers)  
Were long ere they embraced; by which their price  
And beauty grew of greater estimation,  
My profit in this too is unneglected:  
For long suspense, and tedious Expectation  
Bring me more certain fees; where, if you fell  
Immediately to work, my work were done,  
And your own too, perhaps too soon: witness the falls  
That Pox and Poverty have brought on many!  
When their youth's flame was spent and they rejected,  
When others of their Sisterhood were embraced  
Into a wholesome Nunnery.   Vic. 

This fellow speaks my thoughts. Borgio, I thought  
You had respect to your particular profit  
In all this winding wariness for my good.   Pan. 

You may conceive, 'twould grieve me, that (where now  
You have continual new, and bounteous suitors,  
That yield me fees for the bare sight of you)  
You should in yielding to their common use  
Send one man cloyed away, t'affright another  
From his approach.   Vic. 

Borgio, no more of this,  
A dear friend put you to me, for whose sake  
I hitherto have followed your advice,  
In hoisting up the price of my virginity.   Jac. 

To such a rate no common purse dares venture,  
Nor common folks presume t' approach the house.   Vic. 

And such as did attempt, by offering less,  
I have sent back with shame; as the old youth  
Last night, for which I thank thee Jacconetta,   Jac. 
I think I cooled his grave concupiscence.  Vic. 

And therefore, doubt not, careful Borgio,  
Unless I meet a husband by the way  
I will not stoop this month at a less rate,  
Than the proposed sum and your consent.   Pau. 

I thank you more then if you had possessed  
Me of the value of that sum proposed.   Jac. 

He means her Maidenhead! i'faith good sir,  
The mark's grown out of your old chaps, or else  
Hang me if I believed you, by that little  
I know of man.   Vic. 

So now about our business.  
Some of my visitants I know are near,  
Wait circumspectly Borgio.   Pau. 
You need not doubt me.  Exit. Vic. 

There is some hidden virtue in this fellow,  
Or dangerous ill: but whether let it be;  
As was my Birth my purpose shall be free.  
Make fit my Chamber Jaconet. But first  
Give me my Lute; and set me for the sign  
O what I mean to be, the famed Novella.   Song. Whilst she plays and sings above, Paulo waits below: Many Gallants pass over the stage gazing at her, Piso is received in by Paulo, after him a French Cavalier, then a brave Spaniard, and after him a glorious German. Paulo takes fees of all as they enter the house. The Song ended, Paulo appears above with Victoria. Vict. 

Now Borgio, how speaks your muster roll?  
What? are you full?   Pau. 

I have an army royal  
Of Princely spirits, ready for encounter.   Vic. 
But one at once good Borgio.  Pau. 

I have encamped them each in several quarter.  
Here lies the no less politic than stout  
Italian force, and there your sprightly French;  
Here the brave Spaniard, there the German bold;  
Here the Polonian, and Sclavonian there;  
Persian and Grecian—   Vic. 
Pray thee hold. No more.  Pau. 

'Tis not your house can hold, (would I admit'em)  
One of each several nation would throng in  
To make his battery on your virgin Fort.  
The rich Piazza, on her greatest Mart  
Boasts not more Nations; nor St. Mark himself  
The understanding of more Languages  
Than I (could I find houseroom) could receive,  
To be made one by your interpretation  
O what a Daring glass is sparkling beauty;  
Fetching ambition from above the pitch  
Of towering Eagles, or Sky-touching Larks  
Down with a glance into the Nets of Love!   Vic. 
Praythee speak nearer home, who hast thou housed?  Pau. 

I have culled from the pack a special prince;  
four glittering Gallants; one of Italy,  
For our dear country's sake; But then a Monsieur,  
A jovial Frenchman, all of flame and spirit.   Vic. 

I shall not dare to meddle with his glory  
For fear I fall with Semele, who next?   Pau. 

A Spaniard next, that, to adorn his pride,  
Wears an Epitome of both the Indies.   Vic. 
I saw his punctuality pass by.  Pau. 

And did you note his stiff reservedness?  
He dares not cough for breaking of his chain,  
But then there is a Dutchman, (Cargo lustick!)  
A jolly strong chinned German, princely borne;  
A Landsgrave at the least; whose very bluntness  
Promises more than the sharp-set Italian,  
The fiery Frenchman, or the doughty Diego  
In all their eager pursuit.   Vic. 

That man Burgio!  
You have bestowed them all in several Rooms?   Pau. 
O like fierce Beasts, from scent of one another.  Vic. 

Then first, in fair requital of the Music,  
I do imagine some of them bestowed  
On me, this morning ere my Love appears  
To feed their eyes, let Music feast their ears.   Exeunt Om.   

ACT III.  

SCENE I.  Piso, Victoria. Pi. 

WHy not me, Lady? stand not I as fair,  
And fit for your embrace as any man?   Vic. 

Yes sir, 'tis granted; and as acceptable  
I yield to none.   Pi. 

'tis but to try my Courtship, I presume,  
That you put on this coyness, and to draw  
More ample testimony of affection,  
By Protestation, Prayers, Compliments;  
The weakest ceremonies due to love;  
Mere noise and Lip-labour, with loss of time.  
I think with scorn upon such poor expressions,  
And am above the art of Amourists,  
That cringe and creep by weak degrees of Love;  
To Kiss the hand, the Cheek, the Lip, then cry  
O Divine touch! then smirk, and then embrace,  
Then nuzzle in the Elysium of your bosom,  
And be entranced! means fit for duller spirits,  
To gather heat and strength of appetite.  
My desire speaks in Loves true dialect;  
And, from my heart inflamed, you may perceive  
love's fire rage in mine eyes, enough  
To melt to yieldingness a frozen breast.  
In this I talk too much. I find you yielding.   Vic. 
And I myself too blame—  Pi. 
Let us retire then.  Vic. 

Mistake me not good Signior. Keep your distance:  
I blame myself to let you overween  
By my long silence, that immodesty  
To be in me, that might embolden you  
To your and my dishonour. Pray desist,  
And let the friendly welcome you have found  
Persuade your fair construction.   Pi. 
Is this earnest?  Vic. 
Yes in sooth is it.  Pi. 

I'll be plainer then,  
What make you here i'th' smock-fair, precious Mistress?  
Or why these dressings, these perfumes and paintings?  
Do you wear the habit of our courtesans,  
And, by their art, call Gazers to your beauty,  
Full of high hopes and flames of ardent Love,  
Thus to delude, and make them witnesses  
Of a cold seeming Chastity? what new Art  
Is this? it cannot be to get a husband!   Vic. 
Nor a child neither sir, that's less.  Pi. 

That's soon believed, yet, no disparagement  
To your expert sufficiency in the trade:  
For the best Carpenters make fewest chips,  
There's very few of all your function fruitful:  
Yet some there be approved men at arms  
Famous in public service; and a many  
Good handy craftsmen in the Arsenal  
Bred by this bounteous City from such mothers  
That ne'er could boast their fathers; and as many  
Daughters (if they prove worthy in their feature)  
Succeed their active Mothers in their fortunes.   Vic. 
You are better read than I sir.  Pi. 

'tis common knowledge Lady. Nor do I  
Read this t'inform yourself, who were instructed  
(I make no doubt) before your price was set,  
By all examples to your present practice.   Vic. 

Sir, I must tell you now, you grow too lavish;  
So, as I fear foul language; to avoid which  
Let me entreat a fair departure hence.   Pi. 

Lady, this overacted State might fit  
The wife of a Clarissimo, or the bashful  
Daughter of some Patrician: but in you,  
A piece set out to sale, it but appears  
Affected singularity, more unsuitable  
To the temptations you wear about you  
Then th'holy seeming pictures in your Chamber.   Vic. 
Why should it trouble you sir?  Pi. 

It does, to think what new and secret aim  
You may intend by this; in taking on you  
The habit, and the name of Courtesan:  
And, first, to set a price so far beyond  
The strength of any ordinary means;  
And then to show a carriage that may strike  
Lust out of countenance! O the Knot's dissolved!  
O Oedipus! O Sphynx! I now have found it  
You fish for Fishermen ('tis pregnant truth)  
She claps a Cardinal aboard at least:  
'tis not a Layman's purse, or Learning can,  
Or purchase, or confute you, is't not so?   Vic. 

Now you are foul indeed, and I must plead  
My privilege against you sir, you know  
I have a freedom grounded upon custom  
Here in this City, for a month to make  
Choice of my Lodging, set what price I please  
Upon myself; admit what visitants  
I shall think fit; no other, nor no more;  
And this without control, or least exception  
Of you or any man; secured by th' City,  
So safe from outrages, that least abuse  
May, on my just complaint, be punishable  
In whomsoever by affront dares grieve me.   Pi. 

I fear she'll prove another creature than  
The Beast I took her for: she knows her strength.   Vic. 

Yet thus much (for you are a Gentleman)  
I'll yield for satisfaction unexacted:  
If in this months' space, in that honoured way  
(For I despair not of a husband sir)  
Of holy Marriage, I be not promoved;  
Nor, by that time prefixed, the great Son tendered  
(Great as you term't) for my virginity;  
And that I stoop for less, here is my hand,  
I will be yours as freely as mine own  
At your own price.   Pi. 

Said like a noble Wench,  
Only a word by way of friendly advice,  
And so farewell. This Maidenhead of yours,  
By you so highly prized; now being ripe  
(And therein only merchantable ware)  
Will, if you overslip the season, grow  
Suddenly fulsome, straight way stale, than Rotten:  
Think upon choicest Fruit, or Foul, or Fish,  
Rich Wines, or any Rarity; how soon  
Their virtue's lost.   Vic 
I am enough instructed.  Pi. 
Once more farewell— pray ponder on these things.  Vic. 
Fear not I shall.  Pi. 

Could you consider how 'twould grieve a soul  
Endued with Reason, Knowing, the true use  
Of Nature's delicates, to see 'em lost,  
Or spoiled for want of seasonable taking,  
I know you would, and thank me for my counsel.   Vic. 
Indeed and so I do.  Pi. 
Indeed farewell then.  Exit. Vic. 

he's gone, at last the tedious storm is over.  
I shall want day, as well as patience  
T'endure and answer all the rest so largely,  
See my sprightly Frenchman! I must look  
For a hot Onset now, though a short Skirmish.   Enter Horatio, like a French cavalier, Paulo presents him. Hor. 

Let me in my approach admire that Object  
That vindicates the voice of Fame, in proving  
she was no Liar in the loud reports,  
That blazed it for the Beauty of the World!   Vic. 
Good sir beware idolatry.  Hor. 

The Egyptians,  
Would they forbear their wonted heathenish worship,  
And fall in adoration of this face—   Vic. 
Indeed I'll hear no more.  Hor. 

Lady you must,  
You are so far above the pitch of flattery  
That highest courtship in our best of Language  
Wants due expression of your supreme graces:  
And not to tender you the height of praise  
Were mere Rusticity, rather profanation.   Vic. 

Yet. Let me stay you there, and let me tell you  
You have worded well your high conceit of me,  
But in a way so low, so undeserving  
A courtier's art, that I have found you none.   Hor. 
No Courtier Lady?  Vic. 

No, no Courtier sir,  
How can it fall in courtly understanding  
That beauty can be conquered by its praise?  
It breeds but less respect, and oft times scorn  
From those that are ambitious of praise  
On such praise-givers. And if you came only  
Thus to pronounce my praise, you have said enough.   Hor. 

Nay dearest Lady, saving your displeasure—  
I must come closer to her, she'll forget Aside.  
she is a whore else.   Vic. 
Sir, your further pleasure  Hor. 

To tell you, Lady, now I like your wit  
Equally with your beauty; briefly of which  
A word or two, and so unto our business.  
(You tax me with the loss of time already)  
You do consider fitly, that to praise  
What we would purchase makes the value higher:  
It is the chapman's rule to discommend.   Vic. 

Right sir, were you to buy a Horse or Jewel,  
You would not praise it past the price propounded.   Hor. 
Yes, where I find the worth exceed the price.  Vic. 
(I am betrayed. He brings the Money sure)  Aside. Hor. 

And, that you know I do esteem your worth  
Above all Salary, I yield myself,  
Fraught with unvaluable Love and Honour  
To be the due reward of your embraces.   Vic. 
What's this sir, to a thousand double Ducats?  Hor. 

You cannot think so poorly, or if so,  
Perceive them in a taste of my endowments.  
First see my late composure; where the flame  
Of the soul-ravishing art of Poesy  
May light your judgement 'bove the love of money.   Vic. 

You'll say my soul is noble, then if I  
(As I protest I do) complain the wants  
Of even the best professors of that art.  
The words are set.   Hor. 
To notes my voice can master?  Vic. 

Please you to read 'em sir, and in requital  
Of such a debt, my maid shall sing 'em for you.   Enter Jacconetta. Jacconetta, observe this ditty. 
He Reads the Song.  

Let not the corrupted steam  
Of invective breach blaspheme,  
Ladies for those artful graces  
Which they lay upon their Faces:  
Ceruse and vermilion there  
As aptly may be laid.  
As (to cover Nature bare)  
All other parts be clad.   

Be we sick in any part,  
Pained, or Lame, we seek to Art,  
(Nature's Rector) to restore  
Us, the strength we had before.  
Who can say a Lady's Face  
Less meriteth the cost,  
Or the privilege, or grace  
Her other parts may boast?   

ladies no, since Time may steal  
Nature's bounty, learn to heal;  
And with nimble hand repair  
Teeth and Lips, Cheeks, Eyes and Hair;  
Filling wrinkles, purling veins:  
That unperceived may be  
Upon your looks, the strokes and pains  
Of Age and Casualty.   Vic. 
Now try your voice, Maid.  Jac. Sings. Hor. 

However 'twas well Sung, you seem to slight  
In such requital, my esteem of you:  
But yet there rests in me a quality,  
I may suppose not so to be requited.  
Please you command your Music, I will Dance,  
To what you first shall name of latest practice.   Vic. 

Your skill hath made you confident; and I  
Do so much honour these endowments in you,  
That I myself will answer you in this.  
Name you the Dance sir.   Hor. 
To come the closer to you, the Novella.  Vic. 
I am but weakly practised yet in that.  Hor. 
Some other then.  Vic. 

No let it be the same.  
Go play it Jacconetta, the Novella.   Exit Jac. Hor. 

I do begin to doubt my qualities  
Will not pass here in payment at the rate  
My schooling cost me, when she repays all  
I can bestow, in the same coin again:  
But since I'm in, I'll on, and make the best  
Both Face and Legs I can in't.   Dance. Hor. 
How like you it Lady?  Vic. 

For so much sir as you have excelled me  
I crave your kind acceptance of my thanks.   Hor. 

I still had rather you were pleased to accept  
Me and my whole deservings. I come to you.  
If you esteem of Courtship, Language, Quality,  
Sorting a Gentleman of best degree,  
The Mixture of whose knowledge with his practice  
Cost thrice your golden Son; let me and those  
Be made the meed of your most sweet enjoying.   Vic. 

I will not make you such a loser sir,  
But rather wish you had your money again  
Those excellencies cost.   Hor. 
You do not flout me Lady?  Vic. 

No, I'll speak plainly sir, these qualities  
Might on some thriving Stage, and lucky legs  
Bring you your money again, winning, perhaps,  
The love of some old Lady, by stirring up  
The embers of affection, rather lust.   Hor. 
Did ever woman talk so?  Vic. 

But certes here  
They will not pass for ready money sir.   Hor. 
I dreamt as much. She has a devilish wit.  Vic. 

My courtesy sir forbids me bid you hence;  
But having private business of my own  
I must crave leave to leave you to the thought  
Of what two thousand Ducats are.   Exit. Hor. 
Be handed.  Enter Paulo. Pau. 
Is it performed sir? have you done the feat?  Hor. 
Pox o' your Fates.  Pau. 

Just as the Music played I warrant you  
Sir, 'twas a moving Lesson; played to th'life.  
We struck it home, that you might do so too.   Hor. 

The Rogue, too, jeers me! sir I should do well  
To strike, or beat your undeserved Fee  
Out of your bawdy Pocket.   Pau. 

As if you had not done the do you came for!  
What pretty ways can Gentlemen find out  
To save their moneys! 'Tis worth praise in some,  
That have but little, or come hardly by't,  
By travail, study, or laborious toil,  
Dear shifts sometimes, and dangerous ways with hazard—   Hor. 
Very good!  Pau. 

But for you Gallants, that have, as it were  
Wealth above with borne with you, and still growing  
Up with you, past the reach of your expenses;  
And never sweat, but for your exercise,  
Or what your exercises bring you to!  
For you to think your pleasures costly; fain  
Excuse for petty fees, now the great charge  
Is paid, and your desire satisfied—   Hor. 
No more.  Pau. 

Alas sir, what is a poor Ducatoon  
After a thousand Ducats?—   Hor. 
Ha' you done?  Pau. 

Would you had not; 'less my reward were better.  
See, see, the bed made smooth again and all!  
(O precious craft!) as here had nothing been!  
Well would ye were all as wise in greater matters.   Hor. 

'tis the rogue's humour: I will give him something  
For abusing me. There's your Ducatoon  
To work more affability in your Mistress  
Against my next approach.   Pau. 

It seems then yet  
You are not cloyed with her deliciousness.   Hor. 

Nor had one taste (I swear by life and honour)  
Of all my hopes, more than her Hand and Lips.   Pau. 
Have you not in that a double meaning sir?  Hor. 
I vow, for aught I know she is a virgin.  Pau. 

You've satisfied me, and perhaps my art  
May in your absence work a little for you.   Hor. 
Think of me then.  Pau. 
My profit pricks me to it.  Hor. 
Respect it then, Adieu.  Exit. Pau. 

Serviteur Monsieur.  
The fear of thee is past. I was almost  
In a cold sweat: but all the danger now,  
Lies on the t'other side o'th' house; my Don  
My hot Goat-livered Diego, should he now  
Discharge his Pistols on her, they would prove  
More forcible than Canonshot on me. Enter Pedro, Victoria.  
Faith quit me of suspect. How big he looks!  
As if he scorned repulse. If he grow violent  
I'll bring the Dutchman in to cool his pride,  
And set them by the ears for our Low Countries.   Exit. Ped. 

I have not in all Spain (where Majesty  
Enthroned sits upon the brow of beauty,  
And crown the Ladies with prerogative  
'Bove all the women of the Earth) encountered  
With such a scorn, as here. Discourteous woman,  
Worthless and ignorant of the weighty trust  
Was tendered to thee in my blood and honour.   Vic. 
Your blood and honour, will not feed or clothe me.  Ped. 

I will not change a word more with a mouth  
So full of rudeness, and mechanic baseness.   Vic. 
Not upon my submission sir?  Ped. 
It must be great and sudden if it move me.  Vic. 
He looks that I should kneel and beg a Kiss.  Ped. 

Why seek you not to expiate your trespass  
By tender of yourself to my embraces?   Vic. 

I cannot do't: My virgin Modesty  
Denies that freedom.   Ped. 

I'll no more delay,  
I see 'tis only force must conquer you.   Vic. 
You will not ravish me! within there! help!  Enter Paulo, Jacconetta. Pau. 

What! is the great some tendered?  
Do you want hands to tell your money Mistress?   Vi. 

No, to take off the hands of Rape and Outrage  
This proud imperious Spaniard gripped me with.   Pau. 

Signior you must not gripe nor grope here  
Under the sum prefixed; two thousand Ducats.  
We have arithmetic to receive them by  
In your own Pistolets, or pieces of Eight  
In Rials, if you please; but not one single one  
To be abated, my most thrifty Don;  
Whom I cannot abuse enough methinks,  
I have seen one in your shape so well presented.   Ped. 

Villain, I'll have thee whipped for this affront,  
Thy fault is punishable by the Law.   Pau. 

Not in defence of honour dear Don Tarquin.  
Preventing Rape and Murder.   Ped. 
Villain die.  He draws Pistol. Pau. 

Not at this distance sir,  
Besides here's aid.   Enter Swatzenburgh. Swa. 

Hence you Muskitta. Give a look more this way  
I'll force thee take thy wings out at the window.   Ped. 

Born down by Bravoes! let the place protect ye,  
By my few minute's patience. My revenge  
Shall shortly speak in thunder.   Swa. 

Hold your peace;  
And vent not here your loud Rodomontades  
Lest I spit lightning.   Ped. 
Well sir I am silent.  Pau. 

Be so my politic Don. This Hans has snapped her;  
The Dutch man carries her from your great claim:  
And this may be an ominous portent  
Against your title to the Netherlands,  
It may hold in the great work sir, as well  
As in this small assay.   Ped. 
Abused and Jeered!  Pau. 

Nor they hear me not my noble Signior,  
I'll tell you for your satisfaction  
This Alinanie is a younker that would marry her,  
And she nor I durst bear it otherwise,  
(Knowing by chance he slipped into the house,  
And overheard us) when you come again  
I will inform you further, you shall find  
My information worthy of a fee.   Ped 
Take from my hand a piece of four Gazettes.  Pau 

That's three pence sterling, you are bounteous sir,  
So, now, look big and vanish.   Exit Pedro. Vic. 

I have not sir, in my short story strayed  
In the least syllable from truth, and were  
The eyes of all the world fixed upon  
My seeming Levity, my mind should be  
Still constant as the centre to that end  
Reserved in my free thoughts.   Swa. 

Why was the sum, then, of two thousand ducats  
Proclaimed the price of your virginity?   Vic. 
To keep the flesh flies off, you know my aim sir.  Swa. 

I find the noble Lady; nor can I  
Further attempt a breach upon your honour.   Vic. 

Upon those terms I pray sir be my Guest,  
I have by this time a slight Dinner staying.   Swa. 
You favours make me bold.  Vic. 
See all in readiness Jacconet.  Exit Jac. Swa. 

I'll drink a frolic Lady;  
Mirth and good wine take me: My loose desire  
Is to chaste love refined by Vesta's fire.   Exit. Pau. 

Am I a prophet? sure the Dutchman's ta'en  
In a chaste snare indeed. I did but forge it  
For an excuse to calm and rid the Spaniard,  
And he seems to prevent my fiction: yet  
Presumption shall not sway me. Women's wiles  
Are oft times past prevention, and men catch  
Sense of the wrongs, which to prevent they watch.   Exeunt Omnes.   

ACT IV.  

SCENE I.  Flavia, Astutta with a Letter. Ast. 

IF this move him not, nay prevail not with him  
To the accomplishment of your desire,  
Would I were a man, both for your sake and his.   Fla. 
What wouldst thou do?  Ast. 

First take away the cause  
Of your green-sickness by killing him; then  
Cure you myself.   Fla. 
What wonders thou wouldst do!  Ast. 

ay, if I were a Man and able to do what I  
Now desire (for I would have mine own desire still)  
I would do wonders indeed. Believe it Mistress,  
An able man that has but a weak woman's desire  
Has an unknown thing; and may do any unknown thing, for aught I know—   Fla. 

I pray thee leave thy idle prattle, and let  
Me hear thy moving Letter.   Ast. 

Hear it then,  
As your own Act and Deed, and quickly sign it.   
MY dear Francisco, If you intend not my death, help me to break Prison this Night: Else tho' my Execution be appointed tomorrow morning by a forced Marriage, I will prevent it by a speedier way, and by my own hand die,  Yours and Love's Martyr. 
Here, write your Name.  Fla. 
But thou hast set him down no means.  Ast. 
That's in the Postscript, mark,  
The last minute that I will expect you shall be three in the morning, when from the back Window I will either fall into your Arms, or on my Death.  Fla. 
I thank thee good Astutta. O that the messenger Would be as true to me!  Ast. 

If we cannot win her to't, 'tis but a Letter lost,  
How do they, that have whole pockets full of 'em  
In readiness to borrow money?   Fla. 
I pray thee peace.  Ast. 
Why I do not think there's any of 'em within hearing.  Fla. 
Thou dalliest with my fears.  Ast. 

Fear it not Mistress, she is as sure at such a lift—  
And so she's come already.   Enter Nanulo, Francisco, like a Pedlar Woman with her Box. Nan. 

Look you Lady, I told you true, here is the  
Party, that has the Knacks and things; come  
Open, open, and show all.   Fra 
Not before you good sit.  Nan. 
Are you so coy of your toys?  Fra. 

Your diligence were better somewhere else:  
This prying into women's businesses  
Is ill sir for your eyesight, and perhaps  
May spoil your growth, Good Sir, I crave your absence.   Nan. 
I must give way. She has a devilish tongue. Exit  Ast. 

Mistress, she's for our turn I warrant you  
I find it by her aptness to abuse him.   Fra. 

Come Mistress Bride,— Nay blush not, pretty one,  
To take the name one day before your time.   Fra. 

I hate the Name, on those accursed terms,  
That have prefixed the time. Good Astutta,  
Break with her by yourselves; I cannot speak:  
My tears forbid me.   Ast. 
I hope you will not offer it.  Fra. 

Come Mistress, see. What weep you, pretty one?  
What! and the great good turn so near you? ha!  
What will she do tomorrow night?   Ast. 
Even cry out right perhaps.  Fra. 

Perhaps so too; and laugh as fast ere morning,  
Come Lady, come, hear me, and see my ware:  
'tis from Fabritio, he, that noble Gentleman,  
does not your heart leap now? Now but suppose  
French chains here of five hundred crowns a piece;  
A rich Pearl Necklace, Saphire and Ruby Bracelets;  
Variety of Jewels, and a Diamond work—   Fra. 
I hate their price and them, the Sender more.  Ast. 
Pray peace.  Fla. 
I cannot: let me go.  Fra. 

Pray stay sweet Lady,  
I do not say Frabritio sent such things,  
I said I came from him, that noble Gentleman.   Fla. 
He is not noble.  Fra. 

Judge him by his presents,  
And see the things he sends.   Fla. 

I would not hear  
A mention of him; much less would I see  
The least relation from his hated hands.   Ast. 
Pray Mistress see 'em! Open your Box I pray.  Fla. 

Had she there Lucrece 'Knife, or portia's coals,  
Or Cleopatra's ashes I could embrace 'em.   Fra. 

Look you how near I fit you. See what's here A halter a Knife a Vial.  
What a choice chain is this! and here's a Knife,  
As sharp as that of Lucrece. And, for coals,  
Here is a poisonous juice, whose every drop  
Would eat through Iron. These Fabritio sends you.   Fla. 
I do accept them.  Fra. 

Stay; conditionally  
If you refuse another present here.   Fla. 
I must reject any from him but these.  Ast. 

What a scorn's this! This Bawd ne'er scapes alive  
Out of these doors. Pray what's 'your other present?   Fra. 

Here Lady, look on't pray; examine't well. A Picture,  
And take or this or those.   Fla. 

Ha! look here Astutta;  
The lively image of my love Francisco!   Ast. 
It is exceeding like him! what's the plot trow?  Fla. 

A thousand kisses shall thy welcome be,  
Happy resemblance of my hopeless love;  
As many thanks to you, good, virtuous Woman,  
O let me fall and bless the ground that bears thee,  
And ask forgiveness for my late rude trespass.   Fra. 
Recall yourself, sweet Lady, tender heart!  Fla. 

And could Fabritio (I can name him now)  
Show me such Kindness, and himself so noble,  
To send me this?   Fra. 

On this condition (as I was to say)  
That you embrace it in the memory  
Of him your Love, namely his friend Francisco,  
And that you ever love, and only him.   Fla 

Ever and only (though I thank him for't)  
He need not have urged that.   Ast. 

Nor threatened these;  
(Your Rope, here, and the rest) had she refused,  
And to express their needlesses the better  
I pray return them to him with great thanks.   Fra. 
'Twas his great care to work me to this Message,  Fla. 

Let then the charge be mine. Here's forty ducats.  
And could you but convey a Letter for me  
To my Francisco, take a hundred more.   Fra. 

Knew you but my desire to further Lovers  
You need not bid so much. Give me the Letter.   Fla. 
Seal it Astutta.  Fra. 

Then you know me not  
I must be privy unto all I carry,  
Where I meet doubts, I never undertook.   Fla. 
Nay I dare trust you (Read it if you please)  Fra 

Indeed you may. To wrong an innocence Reads it.  
So sweet as yours were sin inexpiable.   Fla. 

But will you gi't him Faith? I never swore  
Nor urged a body to an oath before.   Fra. 

'tis given already Flavia. Hence disguise,  
More yet? nay all shall off. Do you know me yet?   Fla. 
O my Francisco!  she swounds. Fra. 

Cursed be this idle habit  
In which my impious curiosity,  
To make a trial of her constancy  
Hath wounded her so deep with jealousy  
Of a mistrust in me, that now she faints  
Under the passion; and perhaps may die so,  
Flavia! my Love! O—   Ast. 
'slight what mean you sir?  Fra. 
By all the bliss that a true Lover wishes—  Ast. 
Will you hold your peace?  Fra. 
By all the oaths and practises of Lovers—  Ast. 
Will you undo all now?  Fra. 

I was not jealous of thy constancy,  
Flavia! my Love, my Life! my Flavia.   Ast. 
Will you lose all you came for with your clamour?  Fra. 

Help me; for Love's sake help to make her speak,  
Or but look up—   Ast. 

Would you could old your peace;  
Whilst I look down to scape discovery,  
she'll come to herself again, and you too; fear not  
'tis but a qualm of kindness, this.   Fla. 
Francisco—  Ast. 
she comes already.  Fra. 
Speak my Flavia.  Ast. 

Pray do you peace. Handle her handsomely,  
And then all shall be well I warrant you,  
You do not know the danger, noise and nakedness  
May pull upon you, should the Rogue  
Dwarf overhear you, we were all blown up,  
Which to prevent, all hushed while I go down.   Exit. Fra. 

Be cheered my Love, I came to rescue thee;  
And hired this habit and the pedlar's craft;  
Prayed for her absence, and her silence too,  
And caused a Gondalo wait at the back door  
In case I might surprise thee. Pray take comfort.   Fla. 

You need not bid, nor wish it in these arms,  
whoever prays for those in Paradise? Bell rings.  
Ay me! How soon my fears control my bliss?  
I have blasphemed in my security,  
And terror threats my downfall into torment.   Enter Astutta. Ast. 
Out, out alas my Master in all haste—  Fra. 
What shall we do?  Ast. 

It is too late to ask,  
Or now to don your pedlar's weeds again:  
Gather 'em up and fly into your closet,  
Dress him up there. Stay not to look about ye. Exit Fra. Fla.  
I'll do my best to keep him back a little.   Enter Guadagni, and Nanulo. Gua 
None else to speak with me?  Nan. 

None but the merchantess to fit my Mistress,  
Signior Fabritio sent.   Gua. 

I thank his care.  
I see that all goes well. No cross but one,  
That I forgot a writing, which in haft  
I am constrained to fetch. Now where's my Girl?   Ast. 

Above sir, busy with the daintiest things,  
That ere allured a virgin into wedlock.  
Out with your purse sir, for you cannot see 'em,  
But they will ravish you to large expense:  
Besides sir, 'twill be fit you give her something,  
Coming so jump as 'twere into the Market.   Gua. 

I will not see 'em. Put the woman by  
Into the Gallery, or somewhere remote,  
Quick, quick, dispatch.   Ast. 
You shall not need to urge it.  Exit. Gua. 

No, no: my cost is amply shown already:  
And will be more, before the Wedding's over.  
Without a needless waste in Gauds and Trifles, One ring  
See who's at door. Exit Nan.  
A father's care consists not in expense  
That is not qualified with providence.   Enter Nanulo. Nan. 

Signior Pantaloni, sir sends after you  
He and your advocates expect you in haste  
To bring away the Writing.   Gua. 
Say I am coming.  Exit. Ast. 
What have you done with him?  Enter Flavia, and Astuita above. Fla. 

Our haste and fears could not find time to dress him  
But I have locked him up into that press.   Ast. 

Your Father's coming up to seek a writing,  
Pray Love it be not there.   Fla. 
I am undone then.  Ast. 

Well hold your peace, look bold and cheerfully,  
And be you silent, youth: nor cough, nor stink;  
Nor let your fear run forth in streams of urine  
To make him think his Aqua vitae spilt.   Gua. 
Where are you Flavia?  Within. Fla. 
O me he comes!  Ast. 
Why speak you not?  Gua. 
Flavia.  Ast. 
You were best betray all with your silliness.  Gua. 
Why Flavia I say?  Ast. 

Here father, here sir,  
You will not I shall answer for you when he's here?  
Come, look as nothing were, all will be nought else.  
Bear up he comes.   Enter Guadagni above. Gua. 

'tis here that I would have thee Flavia.  
Give me the Key of this press here.   Fla. 
O Father, Father—  She falls. Gua. 
What's the matter? ha!  Ast. 

Alas poor heart! you know sir, in her infancy,  
You beat her once for losing of a Key:  
For which she trembles still, being asked in haste.  
Are you a child still in your fears, and must  
Be wed tomorrow? Fie, fie upon you,  
She thinks she has lost it, but I saw her look it  
Together with a writing which you dropped  
Out of this press this morning, safe enough  
Here in her Cabinet.   Gua. 
'tis like I let it fall.  Ast. 

Where is your Key of this? Give me't, give me't.  
How haste and fear perplexes her! I could  
Have picked it open.   Gua. 
Do, or break it open.  she lets the Cabinet fall out of the Window. Ast. 

Ay me the fruits of rashness? See, 'tis fallen  
With all her Jewels and your writing too  
Into the street. O my unlucky hand!   Gua. 
Peace giddy headed harlot, watch that none Take it away, while I run to recover't, Nanulo, Nanulo.  Exit. Ast. 

Will you be nimble yet to find a way  
By the backdoor into the Gondalo.  
While I lock him and's man into the street?  
I know their haste will leave the Keys i'th' door.  
Quickly unpress him; and take as much gold  
As you can carry, I'll along w'ye too.  
Stay not to think, or thank me for my wit.   Fla. 
What shall we say?  Ast. 
Do as you are bidden, and say nothing.  Fra. 

lover's shall saint thee; and this day shall be  
For ever calendared to Love and thee.   Exit. Enter a Zaffie, taking up the Cabinet, to him Nicolo in a Zaffies habit. Gua. 
Nanulo! The Key to let me forth.  Within. Zaff. 
St. Mark and fortune make it a good prize.  Nic. 
Hands off Sir, that's not yours.  Zaff. 
Nor yours I am sure.  Nic. 
Half part then brother Zaffi.  Gua. 
The Key I saw.  Zaff. 
Sir you are none o'th' Zaffi.  Gua 
Villain slave! come open the door.  Zaff. 
How came you by this habit?  Nic. 

Perhaps to try sit how it will become me  
When I have a mind to be as very a Knave  
In office as yourself, But shall we slip  
〈…〉, and share, before the dog that owes it  
Take the bone from us both?   Enter Guadagni, Nanulo. Gua. 
I fear you can be quicker in my absence.  Nan 
The fault was in your haste sir.  Gua. 
Took you not up a Cabinet, friends?  Nic. 
Zaff Not we sir, we saw none.  Gua. 
O you watch well above there.  Nan. 
This fellow has it under his coat sir.  Zaff 
But who shall know't for yours sir?  Nic. 

May we be bold to ask what marks it has,  
Or what's within it?   Gua. 

I'll have you earmarked Villains for your theft,  
Know you not me?   Zaff. 

I cry your worship mercy, and am glad  
I was your instrument to preserve this treasure  
From this false counterfeit.   Nic. 
Fortune has sent my master to relieve me.  Enter Pantaloni Checquino, Prospero. Pan. 

Signior Guadagni our Council have thought fit,  
For better confirmation of our act,  
That it be past here in your daughter's presence  
Together with my Son, whom I have sent for,  
Why do you seem thus moved?   Gua. 

An accident hath crossed me. Look you sir,  
You have authority; Here's a Counterfeit  
(Deserves examination) would have robbed me.   Nic. 

I saved you sir from being robbed. Hear me aside  
Sir— Nicolo whispers Pant.   Gua. 
Carry this in; and send away the woman  He gives the Cabinet to Nan. who knocks at door. Nic. 
Now do you know me I have done the feat.  Pan. 
Hast treated with the Hangman Nicolo?  Nic. 

The Carnifex is fitted for your service,  
In a most gorgeous habit of a Dutchman,  
And about five i'th' evening will be with her.   Nan. 
Astutta! Madona Flavia! Astutta!  Gua. 
What's the matter there?  Pan. 
The best jest, ha, ha, ha.  Nan 
You'll open the door?  Gua 
What's that?  Pan. 

It will be mirth tomorrow at our feast  
To laugh our bellies full.   Nan. 

I am sure you hear me  
Fool me, but not my master: he is here.   Gua. 
Why stay you there sirrah?  Pan. 

I let him go: a merry harmless fellow  
I'll answer for him. Hence, away, and shit you.  
And quickly send my Son.   Exit Nic. Nan. 
The door is fast sir, and they will not hear me.  Gua. 

I fear I am undone. Flavia, Astutta, hoe!  
'tis so, 'tis so, some Robbers are slipped in,  
And now make havoc of my goods and Daughter.   Pan. 

It is no dallying Run and fetch a Smith Ex. Nan.  
To force the Lock.   Gua. 

Astutta, Flavia! O this cursed chance  
I fear will ruin me and all my hopes. Enter Pedlar woman.  
How came you hither?   Ped. 

Sir by good appointment  
To bring Bride-laces, Gloves, and curious Dressings  
To deck your Daughter on her Bridal-day,  
Tomorrow as I ween, holds it I pray?   Gua. 
Were you not here before, and in the house?  Ped. 

If you could put it off sir one day longer  
I could so fit her with new fashioned tires  
That she should thank me.   Gua: 
I fear a new, and further secret mischief.  Nanulo above. Nan. 

Hence let me fall to earth; I may not see  
My Master's fury rise out of his ruin.   Gua. 
How got'st thou thither?  Nan. 

By the backdoor which I found widely open.  
O sir your Daughter—   Gua. 
Ravished or murdered is she?  Nan. 

Worse, worse, by far sir, she is conveyed hence  
The Neighbours from the windows o'er the way  
Saw her, the Maid, and a young Man take boat.  
They guess it was Francisco.   Pan. 
How, how, how!  Nan. 

Loaden with Caskets sir. Here's his Deceptio visus,  
The cursed cloak, that charmed my honest care; Nan. shows  
And here's his juggling Box. What toys are these!   the habit, the cord, etc. Gua. 
O me accursed wretch.  Enter Nicolo. Nic. 
O sir, your Son!  Pan. 
Where is he? speak.  Nic. 

Sir, nowhere to be found  
In private let me tell you, he slipped forth  
At four i'th' Morning; sir, when you and I  
Were you know where. He cast forth doubtful words  
Of a vagary he would fetch at Rome.   Pan. 
We both are wrought upon by hellish Magic.  Gua. 
devils are in this plot.  Chec Pros. 
Think you of Devils?  Pan. 

Though you sirs, being Lawyers, think there's none  
We may both think there are, and fear 'em.   Chec. 

Forbear such talk; and think upon the mirth,  
The jest you have in hand against tomorrow.   Pan. 
Sir, use your jerks and quillets at the bar.  Gua. 
Cast there your petulant wit on misery.  Chec. 

Sir, you mistake, my counsel is to comfort,  
Be not dejected, but seek speedy way  
To circumvent the wit has wrought upon you.   Gua. 
Good sir, your best advice.  Chec. 

First charge this officer  
Here, with this woman; who by examination  
May make discovery—   Ped. 

I can discover nothing but my ware sir,  
Nor part with that for less than ready money.   Pan. 
Take her to custody.  Zaff. 
Mistress come with me.  Ped. 
Whither? for what?  Zaff. 
You shall know that hereafter.  Ped. 
What can I discover?  Pan. 
Away with her.  Ped. 
What can I discover?  Exit Zaff. Ped. Chec. 

Into your house sir now, and secure that;  
Come, recollect yourselves, call home the strength  
Of your approved judgements, we'll assist you.   Pros. 

You must be sudden too in this your pursuit;  
Advise and do at once, use no delay;  
The speediest course is now the safest way.   Exeunt Om.   

ACT IV.  

SCENE II.  Fabritio like the glorious Dutchman, Horatio, Piso. Fab. 
FOund you the Fort, then, so impregnable?  Hor. 
Against all force of arms, or brains.  Pi. 

No way but by the downright composition  
Of the two thousand Ducats to be entered.   Fab. 

Sure 'tis some noble wench then you imagine,  
But my disguise shall put her to the test.   Hor. 
I'm sure she jeered me out of my Monsieurship.  Fab. 
Did she, and all thy fine french qualities?  Pis. 

And is as like to make a skitter brook  
Of you in your Dutch slops. For if she be not,  
After all this, a cunning whore, i'm cozened.   Hor. 
she lives at a good rate howe'er maintained.  Pi. 

The secret way, man, by her comings in  
Too common among women for their livings,  
I'll not believe her wit and feature are  
Allied to honesty.   Fab. 
Thou art no worshipper of fair women Piso.  Pi. 

No, If I worship any of 'em more  
Than in the Knee-trick, that is necessary  
In their true use let me be eunuchized.  
Look here's your father's Pimp again.   Hor. 
Now Nicolo?  Nic. 
Saw you my young Master Gentlemen?  Hor. 

Yes there he stands, translated out of sober  
Italian into high Dutch.   Nic. 

I swear he was past my reading,  
Slight, he appears as like the noted Almain  
Late come to town, if he had but his beard—   Fab. 
How like you this for a beard?  Nic. 

Most excellent!  
But pray take heed your stay spoil not the purpose  
Of your disguise.   Fab. 
Why what news Nicolo?  Nic. 
Your Father is in busy quest of you.  Fab. 
Then he does miss me?  Nic. 

Pray Phoebus he miss as much of Madness,  
He and his virtuous brother old Guadagni,  
Who misses too his Daughter. Francisco has her.   Hor. 
Has he got her off?  Nic. 

And she has got him on by this time: they  
Are silly fools else.   Pi. 
Hymen be their speed.  Nor. 
But how I pray thee scaped they?  Nic. 

First, sir, know  
There's a strange fellow without desires to speak wi'ye  
I guess he is some Bravo.   Hor. 
A Bravo speak with me?  Nic. 

Yes, and inquires here for my Master too,  
And Signior Piso, you are all known it seems.   Pi. 
Come leave your fooling.  Nic. 
By mine Ears 'tis true.  Hor. 
Go call him in, I fear no Knavery.  Pi. 
Your lodging protects me.  Fab. 
My disguise me.  Puts on his false beard. Enter Nicolo, Paul. Nic. 
This is the Gentleman.  Pi. 
'tis the proud brach's whisk!  Pau. 

I cry you mercy sir, are you Signior Horatio?  
I took you sir this morning for a Monsieur.  
I thank you for my Ducatoon.   Hor. 
What! Is she come about? Has she sent for me?  Pau. 

Good sir! are you here too? I thank you sir,  
You paid me your entrance, but no parting fee.   Pi. 

Prithee deserve no beating till thou hast done  
Thy errand. What dost come for?   Pau. 

Sir, to entreat this Gentleman to bring  
With him one Signior Piso, and Fabritio—  
Beyond my hopes! Good sir, are you here too?   Fab. 

This is a Devil! could he know me else  
That ne'er saw him before; in this disguise?   Pau. 

Cry mercy sir: you would not these should know  
Nor shall they (I fear it not) but hark you sir.   Nic. 

What Familiar these Bawds are. They'll talk yet  
Thus to Lords in private.   Pi. 

Sure he takes him for the Dutch loggerhead  
We saw today in the Piazza.   Hor. 
So would any man: He has hit his shape so right.  Pau. 

I am sure I rejoice in these dollars, that you  
Give me today, and are as certain, that  
My Mistress wished a better dinner for you  
For frighting of the Spaniard with your fireworks.  
But, by your strangers it seems you repent  
The Marriage offer that you made my Mistress.  
Fortune direct you to no worse a wife,  
And so I leave you to your choice.   Fab. 
I have found the error, and will make good use on't.  Hor. 
Your business then is to that stranger's sir—  Pau. 
Only yourself, and briefly from Francisco.  Hor. 
Francisco! where?  Pau. 

Where but at our house sir? he and his Bride  
Craving your company and those Gentlemen  
I named unto you.   Pau. 

For no disparagement unto their worths, sir,  
But private reasons yet unknown to me  
Wherein you shall be satisfied at your coming,   Hor. 
But are they Married?  Pau. 

I brought the Priest to 'em:  
And saw them lawfully coupled, and before  
Sufficient witnesses, that saw 'em chambered,  
She was his own Church-sure before I left 'em,  
And he has made her Cocksure, sir by this time,  
Or else he is a Bungler.   Hor. 

Go I'll follow thee.  
Piso is here.   Pau. 
But where is that Fabritio?  Pi. 

we'll find him too. Jog you sir on before:  
You are no street companion for us.   Pau. 
I am gone sir—  Exit. Hor. 
You have heard all Fabritio; what do think on't?  Fab. 

Nothing; nor nothing will till I arrive  
There at the full knowledge of all together.   Pi. 

But prithee hang thy Hangman's project now,  
And bear us company in thine own shape.   Fab. 

Not for the price of the Novella Piso.  
I'll try her to the quick. You'll give me leave  
To make prize of her if I can, I crossed not you.   Hor. 
We wish you safe aboard sir.  Fab. 

On before then. Exit Hor. Piso.  
Now Nicolo; your disguise again o'th' Zaffi.   Nic. 
O, it is ready; and I know my cue.  Fab. 

Who see me, in this strain, seem to outstrip  
The bounds of filial duty, let (withal)  
Their observation, by my just ends, gather,  
'tis not to lose, but to recall a father.     

ACT V.  

SCENE I.  Victoria, Francisco, Flavia, Astutta, Jacconetta. Vic. 

NOw Lady, has your entertainment pleased you  
In the Novella's house? is all well yet?   Fla. 

So well, that now come Father Friends, and all  
The friendly Foes that did oppose my bliss  
I can maintain my cause in these safe arms  
'Gainst all their Frowns and Furies.   Vic. 

And your Mistress is over, too, I hope sir  
The place is not so dangerous as it was.   Fra. 

Lady your nobleness shown in this great bounty,  
Hath not alone wiped off my foul suspicion:  
But scored upon my breast an endless sum  
Of thanks; which I, unable to discharge,  
Must not presume to live, but as your Creature;  
Nor will I further dare to tempt your goodness  
In deeper search of what your reason was  
(Past all my hopes and wishes) to provide  
For me; I will not sum in such a scruple:  
For sure, I hold you for a power Divine  
(Past all the fictions of the fabulous times  
Fashioning out the Gods in earthly forms)  
Sent by the highest providence to help me.   Vic. 

You take too deep a sense of courtesy!  
But see, are these your friends?   Enter Paulo, with Horatio, and Piso. Fra. 

And let me beg  
Your suffrage Lady, I may bid them welcome.   Vic. 

Your Bride and I will both supply you in it.  
Neither of these is he they call Fabritio?   Pau. 
No, but he's sent for; and comes instantly.  Exit Fra. 
This is the Lady I am bound to serve.  Hor. 
And I to honour.  Vic. 
Setting aside your suit sir.  Hor. 
I cannot promise that.  Vic. 

And I do wish  
I had her double price in ready Ducats,  
For what she has done, and t'other do besides.   Vic. 
You still stand in your good conceit of me.  Pi. 
Yes, and I would so stand to't, ha—  Vic. 
You are a merry Gentleman.  Fra. 

I will not whisper it, Horatio,  
The woman that I dealt with for disguise  
Was wrought before by this most matchless Lady  
To cross the Match twixt Flavia and Fabritio;  
And had undone it though I had done nothing,  
And ere she would condition with me,  
Obliged me, by an oath, (in case we scaped)  
To bring her hither to this lady's house.  
I kept that oath, and here you find us welcomed.   Pi. 

Then thou hast done't, would I had still the Ducats  
To pledge thee here.   Enter Paulo, whispers with Victoria. Vic. 
we'll talk of that hereafter.  Pi. 
What acted you, Tit, in this Comedy?  Ast. 

The Chambermaid, a kind of butter forwards,  
Sir, to the business.   Fra 

She has done so well,  
That, if a Match in Venice may be found  
By my best care, I'll help her to a Husband,  
For she deserves a good one.   Ast. 

And if he prove not so, I am like to prove  
A good one myself, and make him something.   Pi. 

Thou wilt, I find it in a villainous cast  
Of that eye there.   Hor. 
And what think you of this?  By Jacconetta. Pi. 

Even such another, of another hue,  
She has a devilish gloat too.   Vic. 

Gallants, I find you merry, you're more welcome:  
My man acquaints me with a present business  
Requiring privacy. Please you, with your friends  
Go up to the Bride-chamber. There is music.  
Wait you respectively.   To Jac. Hor. 
we'll all observe you Lady.  Exeunt. Pi. 

But Lady, if you receive the Ducats  
Before you come to us, pray bring our shares,  
we all connive you know.   Vic. 

Pray be not jealous,  
Follow your Friends, I'll follow you straight way. Ex. Pi.  
How dreams he of this money? he knows nothing,  
An English Factor, say you Borgio?   Pau. 
Yes Mistress, a brave fellow.  Vic. 

And is he so well moneyed as to spare  
Out of his Master's trust, so great a sum?   Pau. 

Oh he's a master here himself. They are  
Abroad, the royalist Nation of the World.  
What rich Venetian Rarity has not  
The English Money-masters purchased from  
Princes and States, to bear home as their triumphs?  
And for their pleasures— but I'll say no more;  
He thinks I stay too long for him to wait  
Without, with so much money.   Vic. 
Didst thou see't?  Pau. 

Most brightly shining! he's now telling it  
In the next room! He comes not to tender  
The value of it in fine qualities  
Like your supposed Monsieur: but in cash!  
Cash! cash of Gold! Oh 'tis a tempting sight;  
Able to damn a Noble woman's honour.  
What's your descent? But poor I make no question;  
Why, this will set you up and make you noble.   Vic. 

This way of his might serve to turn the blood  
That has but any tincture of good in it  
From touching such a bait, yet he thinks now  
He spurs me to it. But Bravo I will fit you.  
Go call him in, go.   Pau. 

Now my Blood and Brain,  
Be strong and sudden, stay.   Vic. 
Why stop you Borgio?  Pau. 

To see him weigh his gold. Oh dainty sight!  
He brought his weights in's pocket: just Gentleman  
He will be sure you shall not want a grain  
Of your full price of sweet damnation.   Vic. 
he's doing no such thing.  Pau. 
No, no, I have it now.  Vic. 

I pray thee go, thou know'st not how the thought  
Of so much gold, and the conceit o'th' Maidenhead  
Lost i' the house today sets my virginity  
On edge now to be going.   Pau. 
Are you so ready? than I fly.  Enter above, Piso, Horatio. Vic. 
What ails the fellow trow!  Pi. 

I must yet have an eye upon this female  
To quit my jealousy, or catch her i'th' nick.   Hor. 
Here we may see, and hear all undiscovered.  Pi. 
Watch close, he comes.  Enter Swatzenburg, like a Merchant with a full Bag. Swa. 

By your leave Lady, I come not a pure Suitor  
(With studied Oratory; nor address a Sonnet,  
Or trifling Love-toys to persuade admittance  
By slow degrees into your inmost favour)  
But a rich purchaser, that brings, at once,  
The golden Sum, and Price of your enjoying.  
Here precious Beauty, made by this more precious!  
Take your full due, and render readily  
The full tuition of my wealthy purchase.   Vic. 
Now virtue guard me.  Pi. 
what's that?  Hor. 
she invokes virtue.  Swa. 

Ha! why this delay?  
Let not the glorious sight of this amaze you,  
Though it be granted, sudden apprehension  
Of such bright blessings may transport a soul  
Into high raptures, when it is considered,  
The Ornament of youth, the strength of age,  
Life's great maintainer, Lady, let not this  
At all transmute you. For I'll bring supplies  
That shall so frequently acquaint you with  
Such sights as these, that you shall grow regardless  
Even of the care to keep them, in respect  
Of the delicious pleasure brings them in:  
Delay not therefore that high purchased pleasure,  
That brings this to you, by a minute's loss  
To make it fully yours.   Vic. 

Sir I have heard you: Enter Paulo behind with pistols.  
And now must let you know, 'tis not the sight  
Of that your glorious sum can take my wonder;  
Much less my love or person: my amazement  
Is, that a man, that bears his maker's shape,  
Endued with reason, to direct and govern  
That goodly fortune; and has such treasure given him  
(Besides his greater blessings of the mind  
By well disposing of it) to advance  
This worth in deeds of virtue, should descend  
Below the sense of Beasts, to part with that,  
Allotted for his livelihood and honour  
To waste it, and himself in bestial Lust.   Swa. 
How's this?  Pi. 

I know not what to make o''is wench.  
she preaches methinks:   Vic. 

Besides sir, were it well examined,  
The golden sum you tender is, perhaps,  
None of your proper own: I understand  
You are another's Factor, I presume  
In all your Catalogue of Merchandise  
You find no warrant to buy Maidenheads.  
Is such a thing in all your bills of Lading?  
They are no way transportable, tho' you allow  
For fraught and leakage half the worth; and less  
Returnable by way of exchange. How can  
You take up a virginity in Venice,  
And make a London payment of it, on  
Sight of your bill, or six or ten days after?   Pi. 
Good!  Swa. 

Nay then you dally with me, and I must  
Deal plain and briefly with you. Here's the price,  
And either render me my just demand,  
Or I shall take for your disgrace an order  
Shall spew you forth the City.   Vic. 

Now I fear  
I am ensnared. I have but one way left  
To fly from shame, or fall to utter Ruin.   Pi. 
I begin to suspect her honest.  Swa. 
Your answer Gentlewoman.  Vic. 

Gentle sir,  
The Law hath made me yours. And I have now  
No Court but Conscience to relieve me in.   Kneels Swa. 
What may this mean?  Vic. 

If the strong passion of a Virgin soul,  
Expressed in bitter'st tears, move not your pity,  
This shall prevent your cruelty.   A Knife Pi. 
she'll prove honest o' my life.  Swa. 
What mean you Lady?  Vic. 

Keep at that distance sir, and you shall know:  
Come nearer, and I will not live to tell you.   Swa. 

Pray rise and speak your story: yet I tell you,  
I hold it very strange, that so much money  
And such a one as I (none of th'unhandsomst)  
Should not go down with a young wench, and one  
Of the profession you pretend to be of  
Before cold Iron! methinks most unnatural.  
Think better yet before you utter further.   Vic. 
Indeed I may not.  Swa. 
Well, well, on then.  Vic. 

'tis true, I am indeed a mere pretender  
To the profession you supposed me of;  
A spotless Virgin (by my utmost hopes)  
And will remain so till I am a Bride.   Pi. 
Too honest to be a woman!  Swa. 
Why took you this deceiving habit then?  Vic. 

I am about to tell you for your pity,  
I am a Roman borne, of good descent;  
My father noble (of the Candiani)  
howe'er decayed in fortune, ere he died;  
Which drew on my Misfortune: For, being betrothed  
Unto a wealthy heir, here, of this City,  
Who so journed then in Rome, his covetous Father  
Ravished his faith from me, to give't another;  
And called him hastily from Rome to Venice.  
I followed him, in hope to cross the Match.  
And so regain him; towards which already,  
I have done something.   Pi. 
Fabritio's wench my life on't.  Swa. 
What in this habit, as a Courtesan?  Vic. 

Not without good advice: For, by this means  
I draw the eyes of all the youthful Gentry,  
Not without hope to gain a sight of him.  
My price and port keep back inferior persons.  
Nor lose I honour by it: For the strictness  
Of our Italian censure gives a virgin,  
That held familiarity with any Man,  
By way of Marriage treaty, and then forsaken,  
Lost in repute; she is no honest woman  
Until that man do vindicate her honour.   Swa. 
But should he find you here, what were his censure?  Vic. 

Here he should find what his disloyalty  
Had wrought me to; and should restore me firm  
On my first basis, or exchange a life  
For mine ere we would part.   Swa. 
This sounds yet well.  Pau. 

I'll trust thee now. Thou art a noble wench,  
Thou hadst kissed Death by this else. Now I'll trust thee.   Exit. Vic. 

If he were lost by Marriage of another,  
I would remove with such a testimony  
Of my reserved honour (in despite  
Of this my outward carriage, for my ends;  
Maugre the stern construction of my country)  
That strangers should receive me; and some one  
More noble than himself—   Swa. 
Take you to wife?  Vic. 
I should not doubt.  Swa. 
'tis done, and I am he that does it.  Vic. 

I cannot sir, but kindly take your offer:  
But, if my first love fail me, there is one,  
A noble German, that commenced his suit  
To me this day.   Swa. 

I am he too Lady— Look well upon me  
That in this shift, reducing of my beard,  
With this supply of money came to try you,  
I find you noble, and above it, honest.   Pi. 
This is the German that Fabritio apes.  Hor. 
And he should come now.  Enter Jacomo to them above. Jac. 

Gentlemen forbear;  
Indeed it is not civil in you to pry beyond  
Your hospitable usage, pray forbear.   Hor. 
'tis timely chidden wench, we will obey thee.  Jac. 
Besides the Bridegroom, and the Bride expect you.  Pi. 
O ha' they done we come, we come.  Exit. Hor. Pi. Vic. 

This jealous trial now of yours( howe'er  
You have expressed strong arguments of love)  
Has not augmented you in my affection.   Swa. 
O say not so sweet Lady, I'll redeem it.  Vic. 

I cannot yet believe you are the Man,  
You are so changed from what you seemed today,  
Must the mind alter with the outward habit?   Enter Paulo. Pau. 
Mistress the German—  Vic. 
Here he is man, he says.  Pau. 
I say he is without, and craves to see you.  Vic. 
How can this be? or who can I believe?  Pau. 

Good sir depart and make room for yourself  
Your proper self to enter the Dutch Prince.   Swa. 

I tell thee I am he, and here already,  
I am Swatzenberg.   Pau. 

Yes in your t'other beard sir.  
Hans Snortanfart, are you not? well I can but warn you,  
If you will needs stand to the taking off  
A man's good name from him before his face,  
Then take what follows, I will fetch him in  
Mistress, you were best be out of sight a while:  
Your presence with this stranger may whet up his fury  
To cut all our throats else.   Vic. 
I'll take your council.  Exit. Pau. 

For sir I'll tell you, if you had but seen  
How he worried a Spaniard today, you would  
Have been able at your return to make  
As many of your Countrymen, as thrive  
By serving of the States to laugh i'faith.   Swa. 

I tell thee I am he; 'twas I that chased  
The Spaniard hence.   Pau. 

I tell you yet again  
You were best be gone before the He indeed  
Come in to chase you after him.   Swa. 
I'll stand the hazard.  Pau. 
See his impatience pulls him in already.  Enter Fabritio in the Germanes habit. Fab. 
Where is this Lady? does her beauty fly me?  Pau. 

she is at hand, but first here is a stranger,  
A most strange stranger that says he is you sir.   Swa. 
Was oder waer bistu? Bistu ein Deutscher? Sag mihr in was ort Du gelebst haste?  Fab. 
Who's this?  Swa. 
Ich denke du bist ein heuchler; bistu aber ein Deutscher so anwort mihr in deutscher sprach.  Fab. 

Good sir speak in the proper language of  
The Nation we are in, though it come brokenly  
From you that this good fellow here may understand us.   Swa. 

Thou son of impudence, and imposture, speak;  
What is thy end in this?   Fab. 
Think what thine own must be, thou son of slander.  Swa. 

Precious counterfeit!  
But I am weaponless, and must fetch strength  
Of officers to right me.   Exit. Fab. 
What does your shame remove you sir?  Pau. 
What can this Rascal mean?  Swa. 

I care not honest fellow, where's thy Mistress?  
Good Angels guard me.   Enter Victoria. Pau. 
does she fright you sir?  Fab. 
I ask thee for thy Mistress, the Novella.  Pau. 
What appears she to you?  Fab. 

Thou powerful man in Magic, I will tell thee.  
Thou'st raised an apparition, that has damned thee  
Blacker, than thy black art; nay hell itself.   Pau. 
Bless us! more madness yet!  Fab. 

The heavenly spirit, that inspired this form,  
(When the unworthy world enjoyed her being,  
Which thou hast conjured into this lewd habit)  
Has, at this instant won the powers above  
To sink thee and thy sorcerers.   Pau. 

What may you mean? Here is no sorcery,  
This woman's Flesh and Blood.   Fab. 
I would not dare to try to be the Duke.  Pau. 
You may depart, pray hinder not the house.  Fab. 

Hadst thou but seen, as I have, one like her,  
And noted the divinity in her looks  
(Although in those adulterate incitements  
She seems to wear) she would have struck thy soul  
With fervent adoration, not base lust.   Pau. 
I know not what to say to 'him.  Bell rings. Vic. 

See who rings. Exit Paulo.  
What divine creature, sir, was that you mentioned?   Fab. 

I dare to name her to thee, though thou be  
Her incensed Ghost, to work me to despair,  
It was Victoria.   Vic. 
This sounds most strangely! Have you been at Rome sir?  Fab. 
'Twas there I saw and loved her.  Vic. 

Answer me pray sir, why could not this fall  
In your discourse today, when I related  
My Life and Fortune to you? why do you start?  
I am no shadow; but suspect you rather,  
To be not as you seem, the noble German  
That vowed me love, does that too startle you?  
See sir, to prove I am no airy spirit,  
I'll trust your hand (if you be mortal substance)  
With so much flesh and blood as may resolve you.   Fab. 

I find 'tis she, and having found her thus  
she's lost for ever, and myself no less,  
That was the cause of this her desperate fortune.   Vic. 

what's that you say? what ail you sir? how is't?  
And what moves thy distraction? Borgio, speak.   Enter Paulo. Pau. 

Horror and shame invades us, all the house  
Is round beset with officers. The Magistrates,  
Are entering now, for what, or whom they search  
I cannot guess, unless this be some Murderer  
Slipped in, to draw our lives in question.   Vic. 
Deal plainly sir, what are you? he's stupefied!  Pau. 

The spaniard's with 'em too that took th'affront  
By the supposed Dutchman here today;  
And he that feigned himself to be that Dutchman  
Desires their aid against this unknown person.   Enter Pantaloni, Pedro, Guadagni, Swatz. Prospero, Checquino, Zaffi, Pedlar-woman. Gua. 
This is the house you say.  Ped. 
And this is the Gentlewoman.  Gua. 
Give me my Daughter, Harlot.  Vic. 

Here's no such creature, here sir, if she be  
Your Daughter, this woman directed hither,  
She is no Harlot, but an honest Bride;  
Lawfully wed and bedded; as may appear  
By the strong testimony of divers friends:  
Call them all down.   Exit Paulo. Pant. 

Unheard-of impudence! Are Bawds, and Whores  
Fit Matchmakers for magnifico's Daughters?   Vic. 

Speak lower, or at home sir, you know not  
What we are: Hark you sir— your last night's trial  
Did not enough inform you.   Pant. 

We shall know more anon;  
I'th' mean time what are you?   Fab. 
A stranger sir.  Pant. 
We shall know more of that anon too.  Ped. 

This is the stranger, that affronted me;  
'Gainst whom I crave your Justice.   Pant. 
You shall know more anon too.  Swat. 
And this is my Abuser.  Pant. 
You also shall know more anon.  Gua. 
You are well met Gentlewoman— I gave you lost.  Enter Paulo, Francisco, Piso, Horat, Flavia, Astutta, Jacconetta. Ast. 

What will you whimper now? will not marriage  
Make you bold, that makes so many impudent?  
she was not lost sir; nor in danger of losing,  
She was but mislaid a little, as your Writing was today.   Pi. 
Well said my chattering Magpie. I will side thee.  Gua. 
Audacious strumpet that seduces my Daughter.  Pi. 
You are Mistaken, she did but wait upon her.  Ast. 
Right sir, and did but duty I'll be sworn.  Ped. 
Nor I, I will be sworn.  Gua. 
Not, in consenting to the stealth?  Ped. 

It was my duty sir for the reward,  
we all would live you know.   Gua. 
will you be gone?  Ped. 

I hope I am discharged: for look you sir,  
I brought you where you find your Daughter safe.   Gua. 
Begone I say.  Ped. 
No whit the worse for wearing, as they say.  Gua. 
Go thrust her out of doors.  Ped. 
At my own liberty I hope.  Gua. 
How thou wilt to be rid of thee.  Ped. 
May you see your Children's, Children's, Children's, Children.  Exit. Pant. 
And thou misledst my Son, I ask him of thee.  Pi. 
You shall know more of that anon sir.  Pant. 

Outbraved and scorned by Strumpets, Bawds, and Bravoes!  
Call in the Officers.   Pi. 

And call the common Hangman if you please,  
And end all 'mong yourselves, if your grave wisdoms,  
And Lawyers, here, can find one guilty person  
we'll all submit our necks to you.   Horatia and Francisco, etc. talk aside with Fabritio and Victoria. Gua. 
'tis boldly spoken.  Pi. 

I will speak but truth.  
And you, opposing it, shall wrong the dignity  
You bear i'th' City, to your utter shames.  
This Gentleman and your Daughter were contracted,  
yourself a willing witness; your Son likewise  
Unto a noble virgin (Sir of whom  
You shall know more anon)  
It pleased diviner providence to take  
From either's chosen mate their earthly fortunes;  
Yet each had person, blood, and virtue left  
Above the value of a PRINCE's dowry.  
Would you so Kick at heaven then, in despite  
Of its great Ordinance, as to force your children,  
To forfeit both their faiths, thereby to lose  
The never-failing hope of future blessings,  
To pull withal a curse on your own heads,  
That could no less than ruin your estates,  
And render you most wretched in your dotage,  
Past help or hope how to relieve yourselves:  
Your consciences still groaning underneath  
The lashes that your Children's bastard issue  
Should lay upon you? more, you may consider—   Pant. 

We do consider sir, this place and people  
No fit receipt for warrantable business.   Pi. 

This was no bawdy talk sir, nor have I  
Heard worse from any mouth in this free place  
Till your arrival here.   Vic. 
I cannot be so happy.  Aside. Fran. 
Let her see your face.  Aside. Vic. 
O my Fabritio—  Aside. Pan. 

You see the worst of us, I should be loath  
Any unwarrantable act should pass among us.   Gua. 
Thou look'st like one indeed of upright Conscience!  Pau. 

And for the Marriage sir, it is as lawful  
As if yourself had given her in St. Marks.  
I'll fetch the Priest t'avouch it.   Gua. 
Fetch that Priest.  Paulo joins in conference with Victoria and Fabritio. Pan. 

But I'll be so revenged  
Upon this instrument, this unknown Trull here—   Hor. 
Our Ears and Eyes, Fabritio, witness for her.  Fab. 

You have told me wonders,  
Yet with such faith as I shall ever wish  
Locked in this heavenly Cabinet I take all.   Pi. 

You may Fabritio, for as I prize Life;  
Honour 'bove that; and above both thy friendship,  
My soul is not assured of firmer truth,  
Let thy Dutch habit drink off jealousy,  
And take her to thee.   Fab. 
'Tis done my Piso.  Vic. 
And I made happy past my height of hopes.  Kiss. Pant. 
Good, you shall see how I shall cool those Kisses.  Pau. 
May I say boldly you are man and wife?  Fab. Vic. 

We are most faithfully till death;  
I'll fetch a Priest shall straight pronounce ye so.   Exit. Pant. 
You say that is a Dutchman sir, that wronged you.  Ped. 
Right, worthy Signior, that's the man I Challenge.  Pant. 
You say you are the man confronted Don here.  Swat. 

Yes, and will still maintained, for violence  
He offered to that noble virtuous Lady.   Pant. 
Good! virtuous Lady! Let me join your Friendships.  Ped. Swa. 
You have done it sir.  Ped. 
That is the man I challenge.  Swa. 

The same man I. He has not left the house  
Since my abuse; I fear to her much wrong:  
For he is some disguised Knave on my life.   Pant. 
Now you are in the right.  Swa. 
He could not wear those Clothes and speak no Dutch else.  Pant. 

Still i' the right; I'll show you what he is,  
And out of him, what she is, whom you call  
So virtuous and so noble! and you sir,  
That mentioned the Hangman, come all and see  
The commendable port this Lady bears.  
It seems, sir, you affect this Gentlewoman.   Fab. 
The best of any living.  Pant. 
And you him Lady?  Vic. 
Yes, he is my husband.  Pant. 

Would that were true i'faith. The rogue your man  
Said he would fetch a Priest—   Enter Paulo in friar's habit. Pau. 
No verier Rogue than myself sir.  Pant. 

Thou art a mad fellow for a Priest indeed;  
But such a Priest, such a Marriage,  
Put 'em together.   Pau. 
I do pronounce them lawful man and wife.  Pant. 

The Bridegroom thanks you, but you Mistress Bride  
For the fine trick you put on me last night,  
Look now upon your husband,  
Who would you speak with fellow?   Enter Nicolo, as the Zaffi. Nic. 

With Signior Rastrofico here, the Hangman,  
I come to call him to State-business sir.   Pant. 

Can this be he? (you said he was a counterfeit)  
I saw him ride the Wooden-horse, last day  
With less than half this beard, unbeard him sirrah.  
I'll bear you out. So rest you Gentlemen  
With your so virtuous Lady, and her husband.   Hor. 
Pi. etc. Fabritio!  Vic. 

Sir I must crave your pardon, This is he,  
My first love that I told you of.   Swa. 
You have it freely Lady.  Pant. 
I am abused and cozened.  Vic. 

I thank you sir for all the harm you did me  
In your Revenge— And hark you, be at peace,  
And I'll be silent for your last night's work.   Gua. 
Forbear me, I am off again.  Fran. 

Good sir,  
Stop not the blessing you were about to give us.   Gua. 

I am off again. The pander was the Priest,  
The Match is no Match, you no more my Children,  
But Knave and strumpet.   Pant. 

I'll not be so cozened.  
This is no Priest; and all that's past unlawful   Pi. 
You will know more anon.  Paulo casts off his peruque and Beard. Pau. 

Then cast your eyes on me, who dare maintain  
My Priesthood lawful; it being derived  
From th'holy Order of St. Augustine?   Vic. 

Let me not surfeit with excess of joy?  
My brother Paulo!   Pau. 

Thy brother and thy father, virtuous sister.  
Be ever subject of my dearest care;  
And pardon me, who (jealous of thine honour  
Inflamed by the same heart, of the same blood:  
For we are all the relics of our Parents)  
Watched nearly, and pursued thy scape from Rome.  
For which I had good warrant, Gentlemen  
See there my dispensation with th' allowance  
Of all the holy brotherhood of my Covent.  
My ends were fair, though in this uncouth way  
Tho' (heaven I beg thy pardon) as my care  
Was to preserve her life and more her honour;  
Fearing her violent and abused spirit,  
Might have made wrack of either, or of both,  
I once had secret purpose to have ta'en  
Her Life, in case she had forsook her honour;  
And with her cut off Candiany's Line,  
Which now branched here, may touch the world's end  
With fair succession! Be you blessed for ever.  
And now, grave sirs, let me entreat your likings,  
And cheerful reconcilement to your Children:  
That so you may your Children's, Children see,  
Crowned by the prayers of your prosperity.   Gua. 
I am content.  Pant. 

And I, but for one scruple  
Clear me this point, how had you saved your honour  
If the old youth, last night (who shall be nameless)  
Had but mis-spent his time upon your moor here?   Vic. 

'Tis easily done sir, see my loved Fabritio  
The Eunuch moor you gave me.   Fab. 

My boy Jacomo, turned Chambermaid!  
Has thy Mistress used thee well?   Vic. 
Not without much desert.  Jac. 
she means for your dear sake sir.  Fab. 
I see, sweet Heart, you have an honest Family.  Vic. 

Here you see all, and all that came i'th' house;  
(Since it was made mine) in this Convention,  
I dare them not; but give them freest leave  
To speak the worst they found in the Novella.   Omnes. 
we all conclude you're noble.  Pau. 

All's well accorded then. we all are Friends,  
And may Priests travail never to worse ends.      

EPILOGUE.  

'cause 'tis the Custom, By the Poet, Sirs,  
I'm sent to crave a Plaudit, and the Spurs  
That prick him on to't, is, his promised Pay  
May chance to fail, if you dislike the Play,  
But don't if you be wise; for he has vowed  
To write far worse if this be not allowed.   
FINIS.