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 Histrio-mastix¨ Or, The player vvhipt. Histrio-mastix Histrio-mastix¨ Or, The player whipt. Player whipt. Marston, John, 1575?-1634. [62] p. Printed [by George Eld] for Th: Thorp, [London] : 1610. 1610

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HISTRIO-MASTIX . Or , THE PLAYER whipt .

Printed for TH: THORP . 1610 .

HISTRIO-MASTIX .
Actus primi Scaena prima . Enter Peace , Grammer , Logick , Rhetorick , Arithmatick , Geometrie , Musick , and Astronomie . Peace . VNmaske thy face thou minister of Time Looke forth bright mirror , let thy golded hand , Ride ( with distinctlesse motion ) on the eyes Of this fayre Chorus , till the Raigne of Peace , Hath propagated Plenty , and increase . Now sit wee high ( tryumphant in our sway , ) Encircled with the seauen-fold flower of Art , To tread on Barbarisme with siluer feete ; These , these are adiuncts fit to waite on Peace , Who beeing courted by most searching spirits , Haue alwayes borne themselues in God-like state , With lofty foreheads , higher then the starres . Draw neere fayre Daughters of eternity , Your Fostresse Peace , is ( like the aged Nursse ) Growne proud to see her Children florish thus . Gram. We know not how to turne these bounties backe , But with continuance of obsequious loue , Whil'st Peace tryumphes , it lyes in Grammers might , To make the rudest braine both speake and write . Log. Logick shall furnish them with Argument , And make them apt and able to dispute ; The theame shall be of Peace , and her sweet name , And euery Sillogism' shall proue her fame . Rhe. Rhetorick will put her richest habite on , Of gestures , Voice , and exornation , Her Tropes and Scheames , shall dignifie her sence . And Honours Peace , with clearest eloquence . Ar. Her graces in my numbers shall be seene , So full that nothing can be added more , Nor ought subtracted : true Arithmetick Will multiply and make them infinit . Musick . Musick shall feast the bounteous eares of Peace , Whil'st she inspires her numme conceipt with life , Varying each concord , moode and faculty , In flowing straynes , and rapting Symphonie , Astr. The motions of the Planets and their Spheares , The Starres , their influence , quantities , consents , All that Astronomie can teach or know , She doth professe from sacred Peace to flow . Geo. And I will make her powers demonstratiue , In all my angles , circles , cubes , or squares , The very state of Peace shall seeme to shine , In euery figure or dimensiue lyne . Peace Inough fayre Virgins Time shall prooue this true , Whil'st you do honor Peace shee 'le cheerish you . Enter Mauortius , Philarchus , Larius , Hiletus , Chrisoganus . Omnes , Honor and safety , still attend fayre Peace Peace . Thankes noble Lords and worthy Gentlemen : But wherefore looke you so askaunce on these , As if they were not worthy your salutes ? Omnes . Because wee knew them not . Chri , The more your blame . Peace . O pittied state ! most weake , where nobles want The loue and knowledge of the liberall Arts ; Are you the men ( for birth and place ) admir'd ? By whose great motions , lesser wheeles turne round ? And shall your mindes affect so dull a course ? As if your sence where most irrationall ? What is a man superiour to a beast But for his mind ? nor that ennobles him , While hee deiects his reason ; making it The slaue vnto his brutish appetite . Make then your mindes illustrious in your deedes And each choose ( in this troupe ) a spowsall mate , Mauo. Wee doe obay : And I choose Musick first . Phil. I Geometry . Hile. I Rhetorick . Lar. And I Astronomie . Chri. And I to be a seruant vnto all . Peace . But now beware yee iniure not the fame Of these bright Virgins with adulterate loue , Meane time their seruant ( heere ) Chrisoganus Shall teach of euery Art the misterie . Exeunt Peace and Arts . Mauo. But if ( by Art ) as all our Artists say , There is no reall truth to be attain'd , Why should wee labour in their loues bestow ? The wisest said : I know I nothing know , Chri. The wisest was a foole for saying soe : That Oracle pronounc'd wise Socrates : For doe I know I see you , or the light ? Or do you know you heere mee , or I touch you ? Phil. All this wee needes must know assuredly . Chri. If this bee certaine then which comes from sence , The knowledg proper to the soule is truer ; For that pure knowledg by the which wee know A thing to bee , with true cause how it is , Is more exact then that which knowes it is , And reacheth not to knowledge of the cause . Besides ; that knowledge ( that considers things Abiunct from senciue matter ) is exacter Then that which ioynes it selfe with elements ; Arithmetick euer considers numbers Abstract from senciue matter : Musick still Considers it with sence , as mixt with sound : Therefore Arithmeticque is more exact , And more exact then is Geometrie : Since vnitas is still simplicior puncto , And number simpler then is magnitude . For Vnitas may still be sine puncto , But Punctus neuer without Vnitie , Nor ; Magnitudo sine Numero . Dum ( enim ) punctus ponitur , ponitur ( ex necessitate ) vnitas . Mauo. But all this prooues not wee may know a truth . Chri. If wee haue this wee call Scientia , We must haue truth of meere necessity , For Acriueia doth not signifie , Onely a certainty in that wee know , But certainty with all perfection . Phil. Although I am not satisfied in this , It doth me good to heare him thus discourse . Mauor . My Lords , let 's betake vs to our studies . Phil. In nothing am I better pleas'd , let 's goe . Exeunt . Enter Incle , Belch , Gutt , Post-hast . The Players Song . The nut-browne ale , the nut-browne ale , Puts downe all drinke when it is stale , The toast , the Nut-meg , and the ginger , Will make a sighing man a singer . Ale giues a buffet in the head , But ginger vnder-proppes the brayne : When ale would strike a strong man dead , Then nut-megge tempers it againe , The nut-browne ale , the nut-browne ale , Puts downe all drinke when it is stale . Inc. This Peace breeds such Plenty , trades serue no turnes Bel. The more fooles wee to follow them . Post. Lett 's make vp a company of Players , For we can all sing and say , And so ( with practise ) soone may learne to play . Incle . True , could our action answer your extempore . Post. I 'le teach yee to play true Politicians . Incle . Why those are th' falsest subtle fellowes liues . Bel. I pray sir , what titles haue trauailing Players ? Post. Why proper-fellowes , they play Lords and Kings , Incle . What parts would best become vs ( sir ) I pray ? Bel. Faith to play Roagues , till wee bee bound for running away . Post. Content ; Scriuener , hoe , You must tye a knott of Knaues togither . Enter a Scriuener . Scri. Your appellations ? Post. Your names he meanes ; the man 's learn'd . Belch I Belch the Beard-maker . Gut . I Gutt the Fiddle-string-maker . Incle . I Incle the Pedler . Post. I Maister Posthast the Poet . Scri. Your nomenclature ? Post. O stately Scriuener , that s wher dwell yee ? Omnes . Townesmen , townesmen all . Scri. The Obligatories Condition ? Post. Politician Players . Exit . Scriuener . Bel. But whose men are wee all this while : Post. Whose but the merry Knight's , sir Oliuer Owlets , There was neuer a better man to Players . Gut . If our parrell be not poynt-deuice the fatt 's i' th fire . Post. What a greazie phrase : This playing will furnish yee . Bel. What hoe Maister Bougle , a word . Post. Heere s halfe a dozen good fellowes . Clout . Soft sir , wee are but foure or fiue . Post. The liker to thriue . Enter Bougle . Boug. What saucy knaues are these ? Post. A speakes to you players ; I am the poett . Bel. As concerning the King and the Clowne . Boug. Will you haue rich stuffe indeed ? Post. T is not to be dealt on without store of drinke . Boug. Store of money you would say . Post. Nay t is well said , for drink must clap vp the bargaine . Let s away . Exeunt . Enter Fourcher , Voucher , Velure , Lyon-rash and Chrisoganus in his study . These Merchants and Lawyers enter two and two at seuerall doores . Lyon .

Maister Fourcher , how fares your body sir ? come you from your booke ?

Four .

Troth Master Lyon-rash , this Peace giues Lawyers leaue to play .

Velure .

Maister Vourcher ? you are very well incountred sir ?

Voucher

Maister Velure , I value your frienship at as high a price , as any mans .

Lion .

Gentlemen , how shall wee spend this after-noone ?

Four .

Fayth le ts goe see a Play .

Vel.

See a Play , a proper pastime indeed : to heere a deale of prating to so little purpose .

Vour.

Why this going to a play is now all in the fashion .

Lyon .

Why then le ts goe where wee may heare sweet musick and delicate songs , for the Harmonie of musick is so Heauenlike that I loue it with my life .

Four .

Nay faith this after-noone wee le spend in hearinge the Mathematickes read .

Vel.

Why then le ts to the Academy to heare Crisoganus .

Omnes .

content .

So all goe to Chrisoganus study , where they find him reading . Four . Maister Chrisoganus : by your leaue sir . Chri. Gentlemen you are welcome . Fur. I pray sir what were the best course for a scholler ? Chri. Why no man can attaine to any truth , But he must seeke it Mathematicé . Vour. Which are the Mathematicque sciences ? Chri. Arithmetick and Geometry are chiefe . Vel. What difference is there twixt philosophy And knowledge which is Mathematicall ? Chri. This sir : the naturall Philosopher Considers , things as meerely sensible ; The Mathematician ; vt mente abiunctas a materia sensibili , But this requireth time to satisfy ; For 't is an Axiome with all men of Art , Mathematicum abstrahentem non comittere mendacium : And ( for the beauty of it , ) what can be Vrg'd ( more extractiue ) then the face of heauen ? The misteries that Art hath found therein : It is distinguisht into Regions , Those Regions fil'd with sundry sorts of starres : They ( likewise ) christned with peculiar names , To see a dayly vse wrought out of them , With demonstrations so infallible , The pleasure cannot bee , but rauishing . Fur. The very thought thereof enflameth mee . Chri. Why you shall meet with proiects so remou'd From vulgar apprehension , ( as for instance , ) The Sunne heere riseth in the East with vs , But not of his owne proper motion , As beeing turn'd by primum mobile , ( The heauen aboue Coelum stellatum ) Whereas his true asscent is in the West , And so hee consummates his circled course In the Ecliptick line , which partes the Zodiack , Being borne from Tropick to Tropick : this time Wee call a yeere ; whose Hierocliphick was ( Amongst the Egyptians figured in a Snake Wreath'd circular , the tayle within his mouth : As ( happily ) the Latines ( since ) did call , A Ring , ( of the word Annus ) Annulus , Vour. I apprehend not in my ablest powers , That once in euery foure and twenty houres , The Sunne should rise and sette ; yet bee a yeare In finishing his owne dessigned course . Chri Why that I will demonstrate to you , thus ; Turne a huge wheele : contrary to the sway Place mee a flye vppon 't : the flye ( before It can arriue the poynt from whence it went ) Shall sundry times be circumuolu'd about ; Euen so the Sunne and the affinities : For if you wonder how at one selfe houre , Two of discordant natures may be borne , As one a King , another some base Swaine , One valiant , and the other timerous , Let but two droppes of incke or water fall Directly on so swift a turning wheele , And you shall find them both cast farre in sunder . Euen so the heauenly Orbs , whirling so fast And so impetuously ( proiect mens fates ) Most full of change and contrariety . Four . Cood faith these knowledges are very rare , And full of admiration ; are they not ? Chri. The Mathematicques are the strength of truth , A Magazine of all perfection . Vour. Shall wee designe some place for exercise , And euery morning haue a Lecture read . Four . Content , ( if soe Chrisoganus stand pleaz'd ) His exhibition shall be competent : wee 'le all be Patrons . Chri. To make you Artists , answeres my desire , Rather then hope or mercenary hire . Exeunt Enter haruest-folkes with a bowle : after them , Peace leading in Plenty . Plutus with ingottes of gold-Ceres with sheaues : Bacchus with grapes . The haruest-folkes Song . Holyday , O blessed morne , This day Plenty hath beene borne , Plenty is the child of Peace ; To her birth the Gods do prease , Full crown'd Mazors Bacchus brings , With liquor which from grapes hee wringes : Holliday , O blessed morne ; This day Plenty hath bin borne , Holliday let 's loudly cry , For ioy of her natiuity . Ceres with a bounteous hand , Doth at Plenties elbo stand : Binding mixed Coronets , Of wheat which on her head she sets . Holliday , O blessed morne , This day Plenty hath bin borne , Holliday lets loudly cry , For ioy of her natiuity . Peace . Reach me the bowle with rich Autumnian Iuice , That I may drinke a health to your new Queene . Times winged howers ( that poynted out my raygne , ) Are fled ; I am no more your Soueraigne . Wound Ayre with shrill tun'd Canzonets , I robbe my selfe to make my Daughter rich , Peace doth resigne her pure imperiall Crowne , ( Wrought by the Muses ) in whose Circle grow All flowers that are to Phoebus consecrate . Exeunt . Finis Actus primi .
Actus secundi , scaena : I. Enter Plenty in Maiesty , vpon a Throne , heapes of gold , Plutus , Ceres ; and Bachus doing homage . Plen. What heauenly soueraignty supports my state That Plenty raignes ( as Princesse ) after Peace ? Then if this powerfull arme can turne the hower , It is my will , ( and that shall stand for law ) That all thinges on the earth bee plentifull . I crush out bounty from the amber grape , And fill your barnes with swelling sheaues of Corne , How can this , but engender blessed thought , Especially when Gods our good haue sought ? Ceres . For thee , thy seruants captiuate the Earth , Her fruitfulnes fals downe at Plentyes feete . Bach. Bachus will cheere her melancholly sence , With droppes of Nectar from this Crimson Iuyce . Plut. Her body shall sustaine ten thousand wounds , And swarthy India be transform'd to Sea , Disgorging golden choller to the waues , Before sweet Plenty find the least defect . Plen. For this aboundance powr'd at Plenties feet , You shall be Tetrarch's of this petty world . Enter Mauortius , Philarchus , Chrisoganus . Mauo. What dullards thus , would dote in rusty Arte ? Plodding vpon a booke to dull the sence , And see the world become a treasure-house , Where Angells swarme like Bees in Plenties streets , And euery Peasant surfets on their sweetes ? Phil. Giue mee a season that will sturre the blood I like not Nigardice to hungar-starue , T is good when pooremen frolicke in the hall , The whil'st our fathers in the Chambers feast , And none repines at any stranger-guest . Chri. Who was the authour of this store , but Peace ? That common-welth is neuer well at ease , Where Parchment skinnes , whose vse should beare records , Must head their brawling Drummes and keepe a coyle , As if they threatned Plenty with a spoyle . Plenty . Your houses must bee open to the poore , Your dusty Tables fill'd with store of meate , Let goodly yeomen at your elboes stand , Swords by their sides and trenchers in their hand : Long-skirted coates , wide-sleeues with cloth inough : Thus Lords , you shall my gouernment enlarge , Reuerence your Queene , by practizing her charge . Omnes Ours be the charge and thine the Empire . Exit Plenty . The bring her to the doore and leaue her . Mauo. Gallants let vs inuent some pleasing sportes , To fit the Plentuous humor of the Time , Chri. What better recreations can you find , Then sacred knowledge in diuinest thinges . Phil. Your bookes are Adamants and you the Iron That cleaues to them till you confound your selfe Mauor . Poore Scholler spend thy spirits so and dye . Phil. Let them doe soe that list , so will not ! . Mauo. I cannot feed my appetite with Ayre , I must pursue my pleasures royally , That spung'd in sweat , I may returne from sport , Mount mee on horse-back , keepe the Hounds and Haukes , And leaue this Idle contemplation , To rugged Stoicall Morosophists . Chri. O! did you but your owne true glories know , Your iudgements would not then decline so low . Phil. What Maister Pedant , pray forbeare , forbeare . Chri. T is you my Lord that must forbeare to erre . Phil. 'T is still safe erring with the multitude : Chri. A wretched morall ; more then barbarous rude . Mauo. How you translating-scholler ? you can make A stabbing Satir , or an Epigram , And thinke you carry iust Ramnusia's whippe To lash the patient ; goe , get you clothes , Our free-borne blood such apprehension lothes . Chr. Proud Lord , poore Art shall weare a glorious crowne , When her despisers die to all renowne . Exeunt . Enter Contrimen , to them , Clarke of the Market : hee wrings a bell , and drawes a curtaine : wherevnder is a market set about a Crosse . Con. Wher 's this drunkard Clarke to ring the bell ? Clar. Heigho , bottle Ale has buttond my cappe . Corne-b . What s a quarter of Corne ? Seller . Two and six-pence . Corne-b . Ty 't vp t is mine . Enter a Marchants wife , with a Prentice , carrying a hand-basket Wife . ha' y' any Potatoes ? Seller . Th' aboundance will not quite-cost the bringing . Wife . What 's your Cock-sparrowes a dozen ? Sell. A penny Mistresse . Wife . Ther 's for a dozen ; hold . Enter Gulch , Belch , Clowt , and Gut . One of them steppes on the Crosse , and c yes a Play . Gulch . All they that can sing and say , Come to the Towne-house and see a Play , At three a clocke it shall beginne , The finest play that e're was seene . Yet there is one thing more in my minde , Take heed you leaue not your purses behinde . Enter a Ballet singer , and singes a Ballet . Bal.

What 's your playes name ? Maisters whose men are ye ? how the signe of the Owle i th luy bush ? Ser Oliuer Owlets .

Gul. T is a signe yee are not blind Sir . Belsh . The best that euer trode on stage . The Lasciuious Knight , and Lady Nature . Post. Haue you cry'd the Play , maisters ? Omnes .

I , I , I , no doubt we shall haue good dooings , but How proceed you in the new plot of the prodigall childe ?

Post. O sirs , my wit 's grown no lesse plentiful then the time . Ther 's two sheets done in follio , will cost two shillings in time . Gut . Shall we heere a flurt before the audience come . Post. I that you shall , I sweare by the Sunne — sit down sirs , Hee reades the Prologue , they sit to heare it . When Aucthours quill , in quiuering hand , His tyred arme did take : His wearied Muse , bad him deuise , Some fine play for to make . And now my Maisters in this brauadoe , I can read no more without Canadoe . Omnes . What hoe ? some Canadoe quickly , Enter Vintner with a quart of Wine . Post. Enter the Prodigall Child ; fill the pot I would say , Huffa , huffa , who callis for mee ? I play the Prodigall child in iollytie . Clout O detestable good . Post. Enter to him Dame Vertue : My Sonne thou art a lost childe , ( This is a passion , note you the passion ? ) And hath many poore men of their goods beguild : O prodigall childe , and childe prodigall . Read the rest sirs , I cannot read for teares , Fill mee the pot I prethe fellow Gulch . Gutt . Faith we can read nothing but riddles . Post. My maisters , what tire weares your lady on her head ? Bell. Foure Squirrels tailes ti'de in a true loues knot . Post. O amiable good , 't is excellent . Clou. But how shall we doe for a Prologue for lords ? Post. I 'le doo 't extempore . Bel. O might we heere a spurt if need require . Post. Why Lords we are heere to shew you what we are , Lords wee are heere although our cloths be bare , In steed of flowers , in season , yee shall gather Rime and Reason ? I neuer pleas'd my selfe better , it comes off with such suauity . Gul. Well fellowes , I neuer heard happier stuffe , Heer 's no new luxurie or blandishment , But plenty of old Englands mothers words . Clout . I st not pitty this fellow 's not imploid in matters of State , But wher 's the Epilogue must beg the plaudite ? Post. Why man ? The glasse is run our play is done , Hence Time doth call , wee thanke you all . Gulsh . I but how if they doe not clap their hands . Post. No matter so they thump vs not , Come , come , we poets haue the kindest wretches to our Ingles Belsh . Why what s an Ingle man ? Post.

One whose hands are hard as battle-dores with clapping at baldnesse .

Clout . Then we shal haue rare Ingling at the prodigal child . Gul. I an t be playd vpon a good night — le ts giue it out for Friday . Post. Content . Enter Steward . Stew.

My maisters ; my Lord Mauortius is dispos'd to heere what you can doe .

Belsh . What fellowes , shall we refuse the Towne-play ? Post. Why his reward is worth the Maior & all the towne . Omnes . Wee le make him mery ifaith , wee le be there . Exeunt Enter Velure and Lyon-rash , with a Water-spaniell , and a Duck . Vel. Come sirs , how shall we recreate our selues , This plentious time forbids aboad at home . Lyon . Let 's Duck it with our Dogs to make vs sport , And crosse the water to eate some Creame ; What hoe ? Sculler . Vel. You doe forget ; Plenty affoords vs Oares . Enter Furcher , and Vourchier , with bowes and arrowes . Four . What shall we shoote for a greene Goose sir ? Vour. Ther 's a wise match . Fur. Faith we may take our bowes and shafts and sleepe , This dreaming long vacation giues vs leaue . Vel. Gentlemen , well met , what ? Pancrace Knights ? Vour. The bounty of the time will haue it so . Four . You are prepard for sport , as well as we . Vour. One of the goodliest Spaniels I haue seene . Lyon . And heere 's the very quintessence of Duckes . Fur. For diuing meane yee ? Lyon . I , and thriuing too . For I haue wonne three wagers this last weeke ; What ? will you goe with vs and see our sport ? Vour. No faith sir , I le go ride and breath my horse . Vel. Why whether ride you ? we will all goe with you . Vour. Let s meet some ten miles hence to hawke & hunt . Lyon . Content : this plenty yeelds vs choise of sports . Our trades and we are now no fit consorts . Exeunt . Enter Vsher of the Hall ; and Clarck of the Kitchin . Vsher.

Maister Clarke of the Kitchin ; faith what 's your dayly expence .

Clar. Two beeues , a score of Muttons ; Hogsheads of Wine , and Beere , a doozen a day . Vsh. Neuer was Age more plentifull . Clar.

Vsher , it is my Lords pleasure , all comer , bee bounteously entertaind .

Vsher. I but i st my Ladies pleasure . Cla. What else ? She scornes to weare cloth-breeches man . Enter Porter . Porter . A Morrice-daunce of neighbours craue admittance . Clar. Porter , let them in man . Enter Morrice-dancers . Butler , make them drinke their skinnes full . Omnes mor. dan. God blesse the sounder . Clar. Porter , are these Players come ? Port. Halfe an houre a goe sir . Clar. Bid them come in and sing the meat 's going vp . Exit Vsh. Gentlemen , and yeomen , attend vpon the Sewer . Enter Players , with them Post-hast the Poet . Vsh. Sir Oliuer Owlets men welcome , by Gods will , It is my Lords pleasure it should be so . Post. Sir , we haue carowst like Kings , For heere is plenty of all things . Vsh. Looke about you Maisters ; be vncouer'd . Enter Sewer with seruice , in side liuery coates . The Players Song . BRaue ladds come forth and chant it , and chant it , for now 't is supper time . See how the dishes flaunt it , and flaunt it , with meate to make vp rime . Pray for his honor truly , and truly , in all hee vndertakes ; He seru's the poore most duly , and duely , as all the country speakes . Post. God blesse my Lord Mauortius , & his merry men all , To make his honour merry , we sing in the hall . Vsh. My Maisters , for that we are not onely ( for causes ) Come new to the house ; but also ( for causes ) I maruaile where you will lodge . Post. We hope ( for causes ) in the house , though drinke be in our heads . Because to Plenty we carowse , for beefe and beere , and beds . Vsh. Sed like honest men : what playes haue you ? Belch . Here 's a Gentleman scholler writes for vs : I pray Maister Post-hast , declare for our credits . Post. For mine owne part , though this summer season I am desperate of a horse . Vsh 'T is well ; but what playes haue you ? Post.

A Gentleman 's a Gentleman , that hath a cleane shirt on , with some learning , and so haue I .

Vsh. One of you answer the names of your playes , Post. Mother Gurtons neadle ; ( a Tragedy . ) The Diuell and Diues ; ( a Comedie . ) A russet coate , and a Knaues cap ; ( an Infernall ) A prowd heart and a beggars purse ; ( a pastorall . ) The Widdowes apron-strings ; ( a nocturnall . ) Vsh. I premise yee , pritty names , I pray what yee want in any thing , To take it out in drinke . And so goe make yee ready maisters . Exeunt players . Enter Mauortius , Philarchus , with Landulpho ( an Italian Lord ) and other Nobles and Gentles to see the Play . Mauo. My Lords , your entertainment is but base , Courser your cates , but welcome with the best . Fellowes some Cushions ; place fa re Ladies heere , Signiour Landulpho ; pray be merry sir . Lady . I' st th' Italian guise to be so sad ? When Loue and Fancie should be banquetting ? Land Madam , your kindnesse hath full power to command . Lady . These admirable wits of Italy , That court with lookes , and speake in sillables , Are curious seperuisours ouer strangers , And when wee couet so to frame our selues , ( Like ouer-nice portraying picturers , ) We spoyle the counterfeit in colouring ; England is playne and loues her mothers guyse , Enricht with cunning , as her parents rise . Land . Lady , these eyes did euer hate to scorne , This toung 's vnur'd to carpe or contrary , The bozome where this heart hath residence , I wish may seeme the seat of curtesie . Vsher. Rowme my Maisters take your places , Hold vp your torches for dropping there . Mauo. Vsher are the Players ready ? bid them beginne . Enter Players and Sing . Some vp and some downe , ther 's Players in the towne , You wot well who they bee : The summe doth arise , to three companies , One , two , three , foure , make wee . Besides we that trauell , with pumps full of grauell , Made all of such running leather : That once in a weeke , new maisters wee seeke , And neuer can hold together . Enter Prologue . Prol. Phillida was a faire maid ; I know one fairer then she , Troylus was a true louer ; I know one truer then he : And Cressida that dainty dame , whose beauty faire & sweet , Was cleare as is the Christall streame , that runs along the street . How Troyll he that noble knight , was drunk in loue and bad goodnight So bending leg likewise ; do you not vs despise . Land . Most vgly lines and base-browne-paper-stuffe Thus to abuse our heauenly poesie , That sacred off-spring from the braine of Ioue , Thus to be mangled with prophane absurds , Strangled and chok't with lawlesse bastards words Mauo. I see ( my Lord this home-spun country stuffe , Brings little liking to your curious eare , Be patient for perhaps the play will mend . Enter Troylus and Cresida . Troy . Come Cresida my Cresset light , Thy face doth shine both day and night , Behold , behold , thy garter blue , Thy knight his valiant elboe weares , That When he shakes his furious Speare , The foe in shiuering fearefull sort , May lay him downe in death to snort . Cres. O knight with vallour in thy face , Here take my skreene weare it for grace , Within thy Helmet put the same , Therewith to make thine enemies lame . Land . Lame stuffe indeed the like was neuer heard . Enter a roaring Diuell with the Vice on his back Iniquity in one hand ; and Iuventus in the other . Vice . Passion of me sir , puffe puffe how I sweat sir , The dust out of your coate sir , I intend for to beat sir . Iuv. I am the prodigall child , I that I am , Who sayes I am not , I say he is too blame . Iniq. And I likewise am Iniquitie Beloued of many alasse for pitty . Diuell . Ho ho ho , these babes mine are all , The Vice , Iniquitie and child Prodigall . Land . Fie what vnworthy foolish foppery , Presents such buzzardly simplicity . Mauo. No more , no more , vnlesse t were better , And for the rest yee shall be our debter . Post. My Lords , of your accords , some better pleasure for to bring , if you a theame affords , you shall knowe it , that I Post-hast the Poet , extempore can sing . Lan. I pray my Lord let 's ha' te , the Play is so good , That this must needs be excellent . Mauo. Content ( my Lord ) pray giue a theame . Theam . Land . Your Poetts and your Pottes , Are knit in true-Loue knots . The Song extempore . Giue your Scholler degrees , and your Lawyer his fees And some dice for Sir Petronell flash : Giue your Courtier grace , and your Knight a new case , And empty their purses of cash . Giue your play-gull a stoole , and my Lady her foole , And her vsher potatoes and marrow But your Poet were he dead , set a pot to his head , And he rises as peart a sparrow . O delicate wine with thy power so diuine , Full of rauishing sweete inspiration , Yet a verse may runne cleare that is tapt out of beare : Especially in the vacation . But when the terme comes , that with trumpets and drumes , Our play houses ringe in confusion , Then Bacchus me murder , but rime we no further , Some sacke now , vpon the conclusion . Mau. Giue them forty pence let them goe , How likes Landulpho this extempore song ? Exeunt players . Lan. I blush in your behalfes at this base trash ; In honour of our Italy we sport , As if a Synod of the holly Gods , Came to tryumph within our Theaters , ( Alwaies commending English curtesie . ) Our Amphitheaters and Pyramides Are scituate like three-headded Dindymus , Where stand the Statues of three striuing Queenes , That once contended for the goulden ball , ( Alwaies commending English curtesie . ) Are not your curious Dames of sharper spirit ? I haue a mistresse whose intangling wit , Will turne and winde more cunning arguments , Then could the Craetan Labyrinth ingyre . ( Alwayes commending English courtesie , ) Mau. Good sir , you giue our English Ladyes cause , Respectiuely to applaud th' Italian guise , Which proudly hence-forth we will prosecute . Land . Command what fashion Italy affoords . Phil. By 'r Lady sir , I like not of this pride , Giue me the ancient hospitallity , They say 't is merry in hall , when beards wag all . The Italian Lord is an Asse , the song is a good song ,
Actus tertij , scaena I. Enter Pride , Vaine-glory , Hypocrisie , and Contempt : Pride casts a mist , wherein Mauortius and his company vanish off the Stage , and Pride and her attendants remaine . Pride . Braue mindes , now beautifie your thoughts with pompe , Send forth your Shipps vnto the furthest Seas , Fetch mee the feathers of th' Arabian Birds , Bring Mermaides combes , and glasses for my gaze : Let all your sundry imitating shapes , Make this your natiue soyle , the land of Apes . Then Ladies trick your traines with Turkish pride , Plate your disheauled haire with ropes of Pearle , Weare sparkling Diamonds like twinckling starres , And let your spangled crownes shine like the Sunne , " If you will sit in throne of state with Pride , " The newest fashion ( still ) must be your guide . Vain . Vaine-glory vowes to lackey by thy foote , Till she hath swolne mens hearts with Arrogance . Hyp. In like designes , two Hypocrisie , Is prest to spend her deepest industry . Gont. And ( till her soueraignty decline and bow ) Contempt shall be enthron'd in euery browe . Pry. Then thus , ( as soueraigne Empresse of all sinnes ) Pryde turnes her houre and heere her Sceane beginnes . Enter Furcher , and Vourcher ; two Lawyers . Vour. How shall we best imploy this idle time ? Four . Let s argue on some case for exercise . Vour. You see the full gorg'd world securely sleepes , And sweet contention ( Lawyers best content ) Is sent by drowsie Peace to banishment . Pryd. O these be Lawyers ! Concords enemies , Prydes fuell shall their fire of strife increase . aside . Enter Velure and Lyon-rash . Four . Signior Vourcher , know you those Cittizens ? Vour. They are two wealthy Merchants and our friends . Four . Yt may be they haue brought vs welcome fees . Pry. Lawyers and Merchants met ! bestir thee Pride . aside Vel. In faith no sute sir , quiet , quiet all . Pry. Fortune and health attend you Gentlemen . Four . We thanke you Lady ; may we craue your name ? Pry. Men call me Pryde , and I am Plenties heire : Immortall , though I beare a mortall showe . Are not you Lawyers , from whose reuerend lippes Th' amazed multitude learne Oracles ? Are not you Merchants , that from East to West . From th' antarticke to the Artick Poles , Bringing all treasure that the earth can yeeld ? Omnes . We are , ( most worthy Lady ) Pry. Then vse your wisedome to enrich your selues , Make deepe successe high Steward of your store . Enlarge your mighty spirits , striue to excede , In buildings , ryot , garments gallantry . For take this note : The world the show affects , Playne Vertue , ( vilie cladde ) is counted Vice , And makes high blood indure base praeiudice . Vour. But wee haue Lawes to limitte our attire . Pry. Broke with the least touch of a golden wyer . Vel. Yet wisedome still commands to keepe a meane , Pry. True , had you no meanes to excell the same , But hauing power , labour to ascend , The fames of mighty men do neuer end , Four . Is not Ambition an aspiring sinne ? Pry. Yes for blind batts and birds of lazy wing . Lyon . Me seemes ti 's good to keepe within our bounds , Pry. Why beasts themselues , of bounds are discontent , Spend me your studies to get offices , Then stooping suiters with vncouered heads May groaning come , vnbowelling the bagges , Of their rich burthens , in your wide mouth'd deskes . Lyon . But men will taxe vs to want charity . Pry. True charity beginneth first at home , Heere in your bosomes dwell your deere-lou'd hearts , Feed them with ioy ; first crowne their appetites , And then cast water on the care-scorch't face , Let your owne longings first be satisfied , All other pitty is but foolish pryde . Four . Sweet councell ; worthy of most high regard , All our indeauours shall be to aspire . Vonr. Ours to be rich and gallant in attire . Pry. All to be braue , else all of no respect , It is the habit , doth the mind deiect . Vour. Let s braue it out , since Pride hath made vs knowe , Nothing is grac'd that wants a glorious showe . Exeunt : manet Pryde . Pry. The puft vp spirits of the greater sort . Shall make them scorne the abiect and the base ; Th' impatient spirit of the wretched sort , Shall thinke imposed duties their disgrace , Poore naked neede shall be as full of pryde , As he that for his wealth is Deifide . Exit . Enter Steward , with foure Seruingmen , with Swords and Bucklers , in their hose and doublets . 1. ser. No Steward with discharge shall vs disgrace , Stew. Why all the Lords haue now cashierd their traines . 2 ser. But we haue seru'd his father in the field . 3. ser. What , thinke they boyes can serue to beard their foes ? Enter Mauortius and Philarchus with their pages . Page . Be patient fellow , seest thou not my Lord ? 1. ser. What an I see him ? puppet prating ape ? 2. ser. We are no stocks , but we can feele disgrace . 3. ser. Not tonglesse blocks , but since we feele , wee le speak . Mauo. What a coyle keepes those fellows there ? Stew. These impudent audatious seruing-men , Scarcely beleeue your honours late discharge . Exit , 1. ser. Beleeue it ? by this sword and buckler no , Stript of our liueries , and discharged thus ? Mauo. Walke sirs , nay walke ; awake yee drowsie drones , That long haue suckt the honney from my hiues ; Be gone yee greedy beefe-eaters y' are best : The Callis Cormorants from Douer roade , Are not so chargeable as you to feed . Phil. 'T is true my Lord , they carelesly deuoure . In faith good fellowes get some other trade , Yee liue but idle in the common-wealth . Mauo. Broke we not house vp , you would breake our backs . 1 ser. We breake your backs ? no 't is your rich lac'd sutes , And straight lac'd mutton ; those breake all your backs . Phil. Cease Ruffians , with your swords and bucklers , hence . 2 ser. For seruice , this is sauage recompence . Your Fathers bought lands and maintained men ? You sell your lands , and scarse keepe rascall boyes , Who Ape-like iet , in garded coates ; are whipt For mocking men ? though with a shamlesse face , Yet gracelesse boyes can neuer men disgrace . 3. Ser. Desertfull vertue : O impiety ! Exeunt . Mau. My Lord Philarchus , follow all my course , I keepe a Taylor , Coach-man , and a Cooke , The rest for their boord-wages may goe looke , A thousand pound a yeare , will so be sau'd For reuelling , and banquetting and playes . Phil. Playes , well remembred , we will haue a play , Steward le ts haue Sir Olliuer Owlets men , Mau. Philarchus , I mislike your fashion ? Phil. Faith I le fly intoo 't with a sweeping wing , Me thinkes your honours hose sit very well , And yet this fashion is growne so stale ; Mau. Your hat is of a better blocke then mine . Phil. Is on a better block , your Lordship meanes ; Mau, Without all question t is , he that denies , Either he hath no iudgement or no eyes . Phil. Your Lord-ships doublet-skirt is short and neate , Mau. Who sits there , finds the more vneasie seate ; Enter a Page . Pag. My Lords , your Supper staies ; t is eight a clock , Mau. What , is 't so late , that fashion 's not so good . Exeunt . Enter Perpetuana , Eillisella , Bellula with them a Ieweller , a Tyre-woman , and a Taylour ; with euery one their seuerall furniture . Perp. Of our three Iewells ( sir ) which likes you best ? Iew. An excellent piece , this those excells as farre , As glorious Tytan staines a silly Starte ; Filli. Tush , be not partiall , but pervse mine well , See you not proud Vlisses carrying spoyles ; Iew. The rest are but ( to this ) in sooth base foyles , And yet they all are ritch and wondrous faire , Bell. But trash ; I le haue a Iewell Amatist , Whose beauty shall strike blind the gazers Eye ; Perp. I le put it downe , one promisd to deuise A Globelike Iewell cut transparently , And in the place of fixed starres , to set The richest stones that mightiest summes could get . Fill. Nay I le be matchlesse for a carckanet , Whose Pearles and Diamonds plac'd with ruly rocks Shall circle this faire necke to set it forth , Bell. Well Goldsmith , now you may begone . — Taylour , Exit Ieweller I le haue a purfled Roabe , loose boddied-wise . That shall enioy my iewells maydenhead . Tay. The loosest bodies are in fashion most , Perp. We better know what likes vs best , then you , Let me haue flaring fashions , tuck 't and pinn'd That powerfull winds may heaue it all a huffe , Bell. True measure of my body shal be tane , Plaine dealing is the best when all is done , That fall Pride taught vs when we first begun . Fill. I le haue a rich imbost imbrothery , On which invaluable pretious Roabe , I le hang the glorious brightnesse of my Globe . Mistresse Pinckanie is my new ruffe done ? Pinc. Beleeue me Madam t is but new begun . Bell. Let pinching citty-dames orecloud their Eies , Our brests lie forth like conduicts of delight Able to tice the nicest appetite , Mistresse Pinckanie , shall I haue this Fanne , Pink. Maddam not this weeke doe what I can , Fill. Pleasure as bondslaue , to our wills is tyed , We Ladies cannot be defam'd with Pride , Come , let 's haue a play , let poore slaues prate Ranck pride in meanest sort , in vs is state , Remember promise mistres Pinkanie . Pink. Well Ladies , though with worke I am opprest , Workewomen alwaies liue by doing , best . Exeunt , Enter Chrisoganus Posthast , Gulch , Clout , Gut , and Belch . Bell. Chrisoganus faith what 's the lowest price , Chri. You know as well as I ; tenne pound a play . Gull . Our Companie 's hard of hearing of that side , Chri. And will not this booke passe , alasse for pride , I hope to see you starue and storme for bookes , And in the dearth of rich inuention , When sweet smooth lines are held for pretious Then will you fawne and crouch to Poesie , Clot. Not while goosequillian Posthast holds his pen . Gut . Will not our owne stuffe serue the multitude ? Chri. Write on , crie on , yawle to the common sort Of thickskin'd auditours : such rotten stuffs , More fit to fill the paunch of Esquiline , Then feed the hearings of iudiciall eares , Yee shades tryumphe , while foggy Ignorance Clouds bright Apollos beauty : Time will cleere , The misty dullnesse of Spectators Eeys , Then wofull hisses to your fopperies , O age when euery Scriueners boy shall dippe ? Prophaning quills into Thessaliaes Spring , When euery artist prentice that hath read The pleasant pantry of conceipts , shall dare , To write as confident as Hercules . When euery Ballad-monger boldly writes : And windy forth of bottle-ale doth fill Their purest organ of inuention : Yet all applauded and puft vp with pryde , Swell in conceit , and load the Stage with stuffe , Rakt from the rotten imbers of stall iests : Which basest lines best please the vulgar sence Make truest rapture lose preheminence . Bel. The fellow doth talke like one that can talke , Guit. Is this the well-learn'd man Chrissganus , He beats the Ayre the best that ere I heard , Chri. Yee scrappes of wit , base Ecchoes to our voice , Take heed yee stumble not with stalking hie ? Though fortune reeles with strong prosperity . Exit . Clou. Farwell the Muses , poore Poet adiew , When we haue need't may be wee le send for you . Enter Steward . Stew. My Lord hath sent request to see a play . Post. Your Lord ? what , shall our paines be soundly recompenc'd ? With open hand of honours franke reward ? Stew. Yee shall haue foure faire Angells gentlemen , Clout . Faire Ladies meane you ? we haue foure i' th' play Ste. Nay ( my good friends ) I meane in faire pure gold . Gull . Fie t is to much , too long ere it be told , Stew. Mas these are single iests indeed , But I will double it once , ye shall haue eight . Post. But are you sure that none will want the weight ? To wey downe our expence in sumptuous Clothes ? Bell. Well , pleasures pride shall mount to higher rate , Tenne pound a play will scarce maintaine our state , Stew. Fat Plenty brings in Pride and Idlenesse : The world doth turne a Maze in giddy round : This time doth rayse , what other times confound . Post. O sir , your morall lines were better spent , In matters of more worthy consequent . Gull . Well , whilest occasion helpes to clime alofft , Wee 'le mount Promotions highest battlement . Stew. And breake your necks I hope ; clime not too fast , A heady course , confusion ends at last . Post. Preach to the poore ; looke Steward , to your compt , Direct your houshold , teach not vs to mount : Stew. Farewell yee proud ( I hope they heare me not ) Proud Statute Rogues . Exit they follow . Enter Fourcher , Velure , Lyon-rash , Champerty and Calamancha , their wiues . Champ. Faith husband , I le haue one to beare my traine , Another bare before to vsher me . Cala. Nay I my selfe will learne the Courtly grace , Honour shall giue my wealth a higher place . Out on these veluet gards , and black lac'd sleeues , These simpering fashions simply followed . Cham. Well , through the streetes in thundring coache I le ride , Why serues our wealth , but to maintaine our pride ? Lawe , Armes , and Merchandize , these are three heads , From whence Nobility first tooke his spring . Then let our haughty mindes our fortunes spend , Pleasure and honour shall our wealth attend . Calla. Nay I will haue it , I that I will . Four . Containe your speech , within your priuate thoughts , Wee are encountred with the honour'd traine . Enter Mauortius , Philarchus , Fillissella , Bellula , and others . Mauo. Faire Ladies , could these times affoord you cates , You should be feasted in Apolloes hall ; But ( Lords ) the chaps of wide-pancht gluttonie , Haue wasted all the dainties of the land . Seruant Philarchus , what , no maske too night ? Phil. A Play , a Maske , a Banquet , wee le haue all . Enter Steward . Stew. My Lord , the Players now are growne so proud , Ten pound a play , or no point Comedy . Exit . Mauo. What ? insolent with glib prosperity ? Faith Gentlemen no Players will appeare : Gallants , to your Maske . Phil. How soone they can remember to forget , Their vndeserued Fortunes and esteeme ; Blush not the peasants at their pedigree ? Suckt pale with lust ; what , bladders swolne with pride , To strout in shreds of nitty brogerie ? Mauo. Well , though the penny raisd them to the pound , Iust Enuie , causelesse Pride doth still confound . Phil. Well let them blase , ther 's none so blind but sees , Prydes fall is still frost-bit with miseries . Enter a Maske . What , come they in so blunt without deuise ? Fill. The night is dead before the sport be borne . Mauor . Cease Musick there , prepare to banquet sirs . Phi. Ceres and Bacchus tickled Venus stirres . Mau. Gallants vnmaske , and fall to banquetting , A health about , carowse shall feede carowse . Phil The first is pledg'd , and heere begins a fresh . Mau This royall health of welcome greetes you all . Vouch. Bacchus begins to reele with going round . Phil. The grape begins to fume . Mauor . Why let it fret : not pledge a Nobleman . Champ. I like this Iewell , I le haue his fellow . Bell. How ? you ? what fellow it ? gip Veluet gards . Champ. Insolent for-beare . Mauor . A petty-foggers whoodded wise so pearcht ? Cham. Why not proud Lord ? then bid your mincks come downe . Vouch. Dishonourable Lord , I say thou li'st . Mauor . I challenge thee on that disgracefull word , Vouch. Heere answer I thy challenge in this wine . Mauo. I will confirme thy pledge , and meete thee too . They speake and fall a sleepe on the Stage . Sound Musicke . Enter Enuy alone to all the Actors sleeping on the Stage : the musicke sounding : shee breaths amongst them . Enuy . Downe climbing Pride to Stygian Tartarie , The breath of Enuy fils the empty world , Enuy , whose nature is to worke alone , As hating any Agent but her selfe , Turne , turne , thou Lackey to the winged Tyme , I enuie thee in that thou art so slow , And I so swift to mischiefe : So , now stand , Peace , Plenty , Pryde , had their competitors , But I enioy my Soueraignty alone . Now shall proud Noblesse , Law , and Merchandize , Each swell at other , as their veines would breake , Fat Ignorance , and rammish Barbarisme , Shall spit and driuell in sweete Learnings face , Whilst he halfe staru'd in Enuie of their power , Shall eate his marrow , and him-selfe deuoure , Awake yee Brawne-fed Epicures , looke vp , And when you thinke your clearest eyes to finde . Be all their Organs strooke with Enuie blind . Exit . They all awake , and begin the following Acte .
Actus 4. Scaena 1. Mauo. O pallid Enuie how thou suck'st my bloud , And wastes my vitall spirits : I could raue , Runne madde with anguish , for my slight respect , O wher 's the honour to my high borne bloud ! When euery peasant , each Plebeian , Sits in the throne of vndeseru'd repute , When euery Pedlers-French is term'd Monsignuer , When broad-cloathd trades-man , and what lack you sir . Is wrapt in riche habiliments of silke , Whilst vrgent need makes Princes bend their knee , As seruile as the ignobilitie , To crouch for coyne , whilst slaues tye fast our Lands , In Statute Staple , or these Marchants bands . Bellu. Wan ghostlike Enuie , spungeth vp my bloud , Whil'st I behold yon halfe-fac'd Minion , The daughter of some Cloues and Cinamon , To equall me in rich accoustrements . O , wher 's the outward difference of our birth ! When each odde-mincing mistresse Citty-Dame , Shall dare to bee as sumptuously adorn'd With Iewels , chaines , and richest ornaments , As wee from whom their Fathers held their land In bond-slaues Tenure , and base villianage . Vouch. Why should yon bubble of Nobility , Yon shade of Man appropriate Epithetes Of noble , and right honorable , Sir , To the blind Fortune of his happy birth ? Why should this reeling world ( drunke with the iuice Of Plenties bounty ) giue such attribute Of soueraigne title , place and dignity , To that same swolne vp Lord , whom blinded chance , Aboue his vertues merite doth aduance , To high exalted state , whilst all repine , To see our sweate rewarded , and our paine Guerdond but with a single fee , an Angels gaine . Champ. God for his mercy , how yon Lady ietts , And swoopes along in Persian royalty . O , I could pine with Enuie , and consume My heart in fowle disdaine , that she should strout , And swell in ostentation of her birth , Decking the curled tresses of her haire With glittering ornaments , whilst I am pent In nice respect of ciuill modesty : I le not indure it , Lawyers wiues shall shine , Spight of the lawe , and all that dare repine . Vel. Drops of cold sweat hang on my fretting brow , O , I could gnash my teeth , and whip my selfe , Parboyle my liuer in this enuious heate Of deepe repining Malice ! I am vext , Stung with a Viperous impatience , That yon Nobility , yon Iohn a Stile , Should sole possesse the throne of dignity , Whilst wee fat Burgomasters of the State , Rich treasuries of gold , full stuft vp trunkes , With all the fattest marrow of the land Should be debarr'd from types Maiesticall , And liue like Aesops Asse : whilst our meane birth Curbes our aspiring humours from the seate , Of honours mounted state ; I cannot sleepe , My entrailes burne with scorne , that Merchandize , Should stand and lick the pauement with his knee , Bare-head and crouching to Nobility , Though forfeited to vs be all their state , Yet Enuie ( still ) my heart doth macerate . Perp. Gip Mistresse Madam , and French-hood intaild Vnto a Habeas Corpus : Iesu God , How proud they iet it , and must I giue wall ? And bend my body to their Mistresse-ships , O husband , I am sick , my cheeke is pale With — Vel. With what my sweete ? Perp. With Enuie , which no Physick can preuent ; Shall I still stand an abiect in the eye , Of faire respect , not mounted to the height To the top gallant of o're-peering state , That with Elated lookes of Maiestie , I may out face the proud pild Eminence , Of this same gilded Madam Bellula , And yon same Ione a Noke , chain'd Champertie ? Vel Content thee wife ; the tide of Royalty , Shall onely flowe into our Merchandize , The gulphe of our Ambition shall deuoure All the supports of honour , lands and plate , Rich minerall Iewels , sumptuous pallaces , All shall be swallow'd by the yawning mouth Of hungry Auarice . Thus I plotted it , You see Mauortius stormie brow portends , Tempestuous whirle-windes of tumultuous armes , Now when the breath of warre is once denounc'd , Then troupe the gallants to our wealthy shops . To take vp rich apparrell , pawne their land , To puffe vp Prides swolne bulke with plumy showes , Then , when the Actions expectation flags , And fills not vp the mouth of gaping hope , To vs returnes the mal'contented youth , And for the furnishment of one suite more , All , all , is ours , Iewells , plate and Lands , Al take cariere into the Marchants hands , Then come , withdraw , and coole thy enuious heate , My pollicy shall make thy hopes repleate . Exeunt Velu . and Perpetu. Camp . And shall I still ( deere Vourcher ) sit below , Giue place to Madams and these citty dames , O , how my enuy at their glory flames . Vour. Be patient but a while ( sweete Campertie , ) And I will make the world doe fealty , To thy exalted State : the Law shall stand , Like to a waxen nose , or Lesbian rule . A diall Gnomon , or a wethercocke , Turn'd with the breath of greatnesse euery way , On whose incertaintie , our certaine ground Of towring hight shall stand inuincible : The Dubious Law shall nurse dissention , Which being pamper'd with our feeding helpes , Wee 'le swell in greatnesse and our pallace Towers Shall pricke the ribs of Heauen with proud height : Then let thy Enuy cease , since thy high fate , Shall not discerne a fortune more Elate . Exeunt Vour. and Champ. Bel. Se with what slight respect they passe from vs , Not giuing to our birth 's their due saluts , O Deerest Lord ! shall high borne Bellula ? Be suncke , and thus obscur'd by the proud shine , Of yon sophisticate base Alcumie , You bullion stuffe : O noble blouds repine ! That durt vsurpes the orbe , where you should shine . Mau. Content thee sweet , the lightning of my armes , Shall purge the aire of these grosse foggy clouds , That doe obscure our births bright radiance , When Iron Mars mounts vp his plumy Crest , The Law and Merchandize in rust may rest , Then Enuy cease ; for e're the Sonne shall set , I le buckle on Mauortius burganet . Exeunt Mauo. and Bell . Enter Chrisoganus solus . Chri. Summa petit liuor , perflant altissima venti , Then poore Chrisoganus , who le enuy thee , Whose dusky fortune hath no shining glosse That Enuies breath can blast ? O I could curse This ideot world ! This ill nurs'd age of Peace , That foster all saue vertue ; comforts all Sauing industrious art , the soules bright gemme , That crussheth downe the sprowting stemmes of Art , Blasts forward wits with frosty cold contempt , Crowning dull clodds of earth with honours , Wreath guilding the rotten face of barbarisme With the vnworthy shine of Eminence . O! I could wish my selfe consum'd in aire , When I behold these huge fat lumpes of flesh , These big-bulkt painted postes , that sencelesse Ssand , to haue their backes pasted with dignity , Quite choaking vp all passage to respect : These huge Colossi that rowle vp and downe , And fill vp all the seate of man with froth Of outward semblance , whilst pale Artizans . Pine in the shades of gloomy Academes , Faint in pursuite of vertue , and quite tierd For want of liberall food : for liberall Art Giue vp the goale to sluggish Ignorance . O whether doth my passion carry mee ? Poore foole , leaue prating , enuy not their shine , Who still will florish , though great Fate repine . Exit . Enter Belsh , Gulsh , Gutt , and Clowt with an Ingle . Gul. Iacke of the Clock-house , wher 's Maister Post-hast ? Bel In my booke for Slow-pace , twelue-pence on'spate , for staying so late . Gut . Prologue begin ; rehearse , &c. Gentlemen in this enuious age we bring Bayard For Bucephalus : if mierd , bogg'd , Draw him forth with your fauours , So promising that we neuer meane to performe Our Prologue peaceth . Gul. Peaceth ? what peaking Pagenter pend that ? Bel. Who but Maister Post-hast . Gut . It is as dangerous to read his name at a playe-dore As a printed bill on a plague dore . Gul. You weare the hansom'st compast hilt I haue seene ; Ingle . Doth this fashion like my friend so well . Bel. So well I meane to weare it for your sake . Ingle . I can deny thee nothing if I would . Gul. Fie how this Ingling troubles our rehearsall : say on . Gut . Fellow Belsh you haue found a haunt at my house You must belch and breath your spirits some , where else . Bel. Iealious of me with your seate for Maister Iohn , Gut . When the door 's shut the signe 's in Capricorne Clow. Then you might heaue the latch vp with your horne Gul. This Cockoldly coyle hinders our rehearsall . Gut . I le teare their turret toppes , I le beat their Bulwarcks downe , I le rend such Raskalls form their ragges , And whippe them out of towne . Bel. Patience ( my Lord ) your fury strayes too farre . Gul. Stay sirs , rehearse no farther then you are For here be huffing parts in this new booke ; Gutt . Haue Ier'e a good humour in my part ? Gull . Thou hast neere a good one out of thy part ; Bell. I le play the conquering King that likes me best , Gutt . Thou play the cowardly knaue ; thou dost but ieast , Clou. Halfe a share , halfe a shirt , a Comedian A hole share , or turne Cameleon . Gull . Well sirs , the gentlemen see into our trade , We cannot gull them with browne-paper stuffe , And the best Poets growne so enuious They 'le starue rather then we get store of mony . Gut . Since dearth of Poets lets not players liue by wit To spight them le ts to warres , and learne to vse a spit . Clout . O excellent ill a spit to rost a rime . Gutt . T will serue you to remember dinner time . Bell. That s true t is time , let 's away . Exeunt .
Actus quintus . Enter Warre Ambition , Fury , Horror , Ruine . War. Rule fier-eied Warre , reuell in blood and flames , Enuy , whose breath hath poysoned all estates , Hath now resigned her spightfull throne to vs : Stand forth Ambition ; fly through the land , And enter euery brest of noble blood , Infect their honored mindes with factious thoughts , And make them glister in opposed armes : Let vniust force and scarlet Tyranny Wait on their Actions till their vlcers breake , Or else be launced by the hand of Warre , Which cannot be without a lasting scarre , Ambi. Ambition like a Pestilence doth fly , To poyson Honour and Nobility . Exit Ambition . War. Fury , thy turne is next , goe now and fill The trunck of Peasants with thy dangerous breath , Inspire them with the spirit of Mutiny , Rage , and rebellion , make them desperate Hurry them headlong vnto euery ill , Like dust rais'd with a whirl wind ; let their eyes , Be euer fixt vpon the brused prints Made in their state by wilde oppression , And ( after all ) possesse them with this fire , That onely Warre must purchase their desire . Fury . Fury shall shine amongst this multitude , Like a bright Meteor in the darkest cloud . Exit Fury . War. Horror shall greet the bosome of greene youth , The melting liuer of pied gallantry , The wrinckled vizard of Deuotion , The cheuerell conscience of corrupted law , And frozen heart of gowty Merchandize , Horror wound these , strike palsies in their limmes , And as thou stalk'st ( in thy prodigious shape , ) And meet'st a fellow swolne with mounted place ; Shake him with glaunses of thy hollow eyes , And let thy vigour liue as his heart dies . Horr. Ynough , ere long , the ayre shall ring with shrikes . And sad lament of those , whom Horror strikes . Exit . Horror . War. Horror adiew , These three , are Vshers to our Deity , Onely vast Ruine heere attends on vs , And is a follower of our high designes : Ruine thou faythfull seruant to grimme Warre , Now teach thy murdring shot to teare mens limm's , Thy brazen Cannos how to make a breache , In a fayre Citties bozome ; teach thy fiers To climbe the toppes of houses ; and thy mines , To blow vp Churches in th' offended skye . Consume whole groues and standing fields of Corne In thy wild age , and make the proud earth groane , Vnder the weight of thy confusion . Ruine . This and much more shall Ruine execute . War. Meane while wee le steepe our sinowie feet in blood And daunce vnto the Musicke of the field , Trumpets for trebbles , bases , bellowing drummes . Broyles Enuy bred , but Warre shall end those brawles , Deafe warre that will not heare a word of Peace : Sharpe pikes shall serue for subtle lawiers pens The Marchants silkes shall turne to shining steele , In steed of false-yard stickes , large horsemens staues , Shall measure out true pattern's of their graues . Exeunt . Enter Belsh setting vppe billes , Enter to him a Captaine . Capt. Sirra what set you vp there ? Belsh . Text billes for Playes . Capt. What Playes in time of Warres ? hold sirra Ther 's a new plott . Belsh . How many meane you shall come in for this ? Capt. Player t is presse money . Bel. Presse money , presse money , alasse sir presse me , I am no fit Actor for th action . Capt. Text billes must now be turn'd to Iron billes . Exit Captaine . Bel And please you let them be dagger pies . Enter an Officer , Post-hast , Gulsh , Gut and Clowt . Officer Sir Oliuers men ; the last Players tooke the Townes reward like honest men . Gulsh Those were a cupple of Cunnicatchers that Coosen Maiors , and haue no consort but themselues , But we are a full company , and our credit with our Maister knowne . Offi. Meane while ther 's presse-mony , for your reward , Clou.

No ( I thanke your worship ) we meane not to trouble your towne at this time .

Offi. Well Masters , you that are maister-sharers , Must prouide you vpon your owne purses , Gut . Alasse sir , we Players are priuieldg'd , T is our Audience must fight in the field for vs , And we vpon the stage for them . Post. Sir as concerning halfe a score angells Or such a matter for a man in my place . Offi. Those daies are out of date . Bels. The more 's the pitty sir , Exit Officer . Guls. Well , I haue a Brewer to my Ingle , Hee le furnish me with a horse great inough . Post. Faith I le eene past all my ballads together , And make a coate to hold out pistoll-proofe ; Clout . I meruaile what vse I should make of my Ingle , The hobby-horse-seller . Gutt . Faith make him sell a whole troupe of horse To buy thee one . Bel.

Sirrs , if these soldiers light vpon our playing parrell , they 'le strout it in the field , and flaunt it out .

Post. Well sirs , I haue no stomacke to these warres , Gut . Faith , I haue a better stomacke to my breakfast . Clont . A shrewd mornings worke for Players , Omn. Let 's be gon ? Exeunt . Enter Mauortius and Larius on one side , Philarchus and Hiletus on the other with weapons Drawne : Chrisoganus betweene them . Ambition breathing amongst them . Chri. Haue patience worthy Lords , and calme your spirits . Mauo. Peace prating Scholler : bid the Sea be still , When powerfull windes doc tosse the raging waues , Or stay the winged lightning in his course ; When thou doost this , thy words shall charme me too . Till then preserue thy breath . Phi. Mauortius , dar'st thou maintaine thy words ? Mauo. How ? dare Philarchus ? yes , I dare doe more ; In bloud or fire ; or where thou darst not come ; In the numme fingers of cold death I dare . Phi. Swallow those words , or thou shalt eate my sword . Lar. He is no Estrich sir he loues no yron . Hil. And yet me thinkes he should be by his plume . Mauo. What are you playing with my feather too ? They all runne one at another , Chrysog : steps betweene them . Chri. O stay your rages , Let not Ambition captiuate your blood , Make not your hates obiects for vulgar eyes . Mauo. A pox vpon this linguist , take him hence ; Philarchus , I defie thee , and in scorne , Spit on thy bozome : vowing heere by heauen , If either sword , or fire , or strength of men , Or any other steeled violence , Can bring to swift confusion what is thine , Vpon this gratefull soyle ; it shall be done . Phi. And when 't is done , I will restore my wrongs Out of thy Forts , thy Castles and thy lands . Mauo. My lands ? Phi. I , factious Lord , till then adiew , Wee le shine like Commets in next enter-view . Exeunt Phi. and Hile . Mauo. My soule is bigge in trauaile with reuenge , And I could rip her wombe vp with a stabbe , To free th' imprisoned issue of my thought . Exeunt , manet Chisoganus . Chri. O , how this vulture , ( vile Ambition , ) Tyers on the heart of greatnesse , and deuoures , Their bleeding honours , whil'st their empty names , Lye chain'd vnto the hill of infamie : Now is the time wherein a melting eye May spend it selfe in teares , and with salt drops , Write woe , and desolation in the dust , Vpon the frighted bosome of our land , Pitty and Piety are both exilde , Religion buried with our Fathers bones , In the cold earth ; and nothing but her face , Left to adorne these grosse and impious times . stand a side . A noise within crying , Liberty , liberty . Enter a sort of Russetings and Mechanichalls , ( Fury leading them ) and crying confusedly . Omnes . Liberty , liberty , liberty . 1.

Nay but stay , stay , my Masters : we haue not insulted yet who shall be our Captaine .

2. Masse that 's true : faith let 's all be Captaines . 3.

Content , so wee shall bee sure to haue no equalitie amongst vs .

4. O , it 's best , for , ( for mine owne part ) I scorne to haue an equall . 1. Well then : what exploit shall we do first ? 2. Marry I le tell you : Let 's pluck downe the Church , and set vp an Ale-house . Omnes .

O excellent , excellent , excellent , a rare exploit , a rare exploite .

1. Good : this is for exploite : but then there 's a thing cal'd Action . 3. O , that 's going to Sea ; that , we haue nothing to do withall , 4. No , we are all for the land , wee . 2.

Land , I : wee le pluck downe all the noble houses in the land , e're we haue done .

1.

It were a most noble seruice , and most worthy of the Chronicle .

2. Slid , these Lords are growne so proud , Nay , wee le haue a fling at the Lawyers too . 3. O , I , first of all at the Lawyers . 4. True , that we may haue the law in our owne hands . 1. O then we may take vp what we will of the Marchants . 2. I and forfet our bonds at pleasure , no body can sue vs . 3.

O , 't will be rare : I wonder how much Veluet will apparell me and my horse .

4. Talke not of that man , wee le haue inough : All shall be common . 1. Wiues and all : what , Helter, skelter . 2. Slid , we are men as well as they are . 3. And we came all of our Father Adam . 2. Goe to then , why should we be their slaues ? Omnes . Liberty , liberty , liberty . Exeunt . Chri. See , see , this common beast the multitude , ( Transported thus with fury ) how it raues ; Threatning all states with ruine , to englut Their bestiall and more brutish appetites . O you auspicious , and diuinest powers , ( That in your wisdomes suffer such dread plagues To flowe and couer a rebellious land ) Giue end vnto their furies ! and driue back The roaring torrent on the Authors heads , That ( in their pride of Rage ) all eyes may see . Iustice hath whips to scourge impiety . Exit . Enter Lyon-rash to Fourchier sitting in his study : at one end of the stage : At the other end enter Vourcher to Velure in his shop . Lyon . Good morrow maister Fourcher . Four . Maister Lyon-rash you are welcome : How fare you sir , in these prodigious times ? Lyon . Troth like a man growne wilde and desperate , E'ene spent with horror of their strange effects . Four . I feare they will be much more stranger yet . Lyon . And you haue cause to feare sir . Fou. So haue you : if wealth may make a man suspect his state , What newes heare you sir ? sit downe I pray you . They sit and whisper whilst the other two speake . Vouu. I wonder how you dare keepe open shoppe , Considering the tumults are abroad : They say the Nobles all are vp in armes , And the rude commons in disseuerd troupes Haue gathered dangerous head , and make such spoyle , As would strike dead a true reporters tongue . Vel. Faith I am ignorant what course to take , Wee i' th Citty heere are so distracted As if our spirits were all earth and ayre , I know not how : each houre heere comes fresh newes , And nothing certaine The other two againe . Four . Well if this be true , The issue cannot be but dangerous , Lyon . O they haue made the violent'st attempts That ere were heard of : ruin'd Churches , Townes , Burn't goodly Mannours , and indeed layd wast . All the whole Country as they passe along . The other . Vour. Ther 's no preuention if they once come heere But that our Citty must endure the sack . Vel. I feare it sir . Vour. Faith we are sure to feele The fury of the tempest when it comes . The Law and Merchandize may both go begge . Enter Champerty to her husband and Lyon-rash . Cham. Where are you husband , do you heere the newes ? Four . What newes on Gods name ? Cham. O the enimies . ! Four . What of the enemies ? Cham. They are entred into the citty . Lyo. Adiew good maister Fourcher . Fou. Lord haue mercy vpon vs , Cham. O good Maister Lyon-rash goe pray . Exeunt Four . Lyon , Cham. Vel. How now , what noyse is this ? Vou. They cry arme arme me thinkes . Enter Perpetuana . Perp. O sweet heart the Spaniards are come , We shall all be kild they say . Maister Vourcher what shall we doe ? O Lord . Enter a sort of fellowes with armour and weapons and crosse the stage crying arme , arme , arme . Omn, Arme , arme , arme . Exeunt . Enter a Captaine with Souldiers : the Souldiers hauing most of the Players apparrell ; and bringing out the Players among'st them . Soul . Come on Players , now we are the Sharers And you the hired men : Nay you must take patience , Slid how do you march ? Sirha is this you would rend and teare the Cat Vpon a Stage , and now march like a drown'd rat ? Looke vp and play the Tamburlaine : you rogue you . Exeunt . Enter all the factions of Noblemen , Peasants , and Cittizens fighting : the ruder sorte driue in the rest and cry a sacke , a sacke , Hauoke hauocke , Burne the Lawiers bookes ; teare the Silkes out of the shops : in that confusion : the Scholler scaping from among them , they all go out and leaue him vpon the Stage . Chri. Thus Heauen ( in spite of fury ) can preserue , The trustfull innocent , and guiltlesse Soule ; O , what a thing is man , that thus forgets The end of his creation ; and each houre Strikes at the glory of his maker thus ? What brazen vizage , or black yron soule Hath strength to Iustifie so Godlesse deeds ? Hee that is most infeoft to Tyrannie , The man whose Iawes burne most with thirst of bloud , What coulours or thin cobweb can he weaue , To couer so abhor'd iniquities ? If then there be no shadow , no pretext , To vaile their loathed bodies ; what should make Men so inamour'd on this Strumpet warre . To doate vpon her forme ? when ( in her selfe ) Shee 's made of nothing , but infectious plagues . Witnesse the present Chaos of our Sceane , Where euery streete is chain'd with linckes of spoile , Heere proud Ambition rides ; there Furie flies , Heere Horror ; and there ruthlesse Murder stalkes , Led on by Ruine , and in Steele and fire , That now on toppes of houses ; now in vaults , Now in the sacred Temples ; heere , and there Runnes wilde . Exit . Allarmes in seuerall places , that brake him off thus : After a retreat sounded , the Musicke playes and Pouerty enters .
Actus Sextus
Scaena 1. Enter Pouerty , Famine , Sicknesse , Bondage , and Sluttishnesse . Pouer. Raigne Pouerty in spite of tragick warre , And triumph ouer glittering vanitie , Though want be neuer voide of bitter woes , Yet slow-pac'd remedy , true patience showes , See worldling worlds of Vertue lin'd within , Though sinners all ; yet least repleat with sinne . I scorne a scoffing foole about my Throne , An Artlesse Ideot ; that ( like Esops Dawe , Plumes fairer fether'd birds : no , Pouerty , Will dignifie her chaire with deepe Diuines , Philosophers and Schollers feast with me , As well as Martialists in misery . First change the houre from fiue to fatall sixe , Then ring forth knells of heauie discontent , With sighes and groanes whil'st I haue gouernment . Famin. Thin Famine needs must follow Pouerty . My bones lye open , like a withered tree By stormes disbarkt of her defending skinne , So neere the heart the weather beates within . Sick . O end thy Age ! that we may end our dayes , Once Obiects , now all Abiects to the world , For after feeble Sicknesse death ensues , And endeth griefe that happy ioye renews . Bond. Then Bondage shall vnbolt those cruell barres , That thralls faire honour in obscure reproach , And sauage-like yoakes vp humanity , To bind in chaines true-borne ciuillity . Slut. Though Sluttishnesse be loathsome to her selfe , Penurious time must be obscaene and base , Who hates the rich must dwell with Pouerty , Since rule in any thing , is Soueraignty . Pouer. Were Pouerty a word more miserable Then Mans austere inuention could propound , Yet is poore Honesty rich Honors ground : Whose eyes vnuail'd like to th' vnhoodded Hawke , Looke straight on high , and in the end aspire , To feele the warmth of Princes holy fire . Yet Honor , Wealth , Lands , and who wins the prize , Obtaines but Vanity of Vanities . Come follow me my neuer failing friend . Exeunt . Enter Mauortius and Philarchus at seuerall doores . Mauo. The broyles of warre wherein I gloried more Then Priams Hector , who by burning walls , Was traild along ( dread victories deepe fall ) So from these gates my selfe in meane disgrace Am banisht forth , pinch't through with pouerty . Who tels vs all 't is true that shee hath sed , Poore flyes will tickle Lyons being dead . Phil. The thirst of Honour call'd me to the warres , Where I haue drunke a health ( too deepe a draught ) My full-mouthd bags may now be fild with ayre , The Diuell and Ambition taught it me . Mauo. Is that Philarchus that complaines ? 't is so , Phil. See how Mauortius turnes away his face , To seeke to friends 't is holden for disgrace . Mauo. Time was , I could haue din'd amongst my friends , Now stands at euery doore a lack and Apes And tels me 't is too late , his Lord hath din'd . Phi. This miserable world would make one mad ; I stept vnto a Vintner at the Barre , And offered him my Rapier for a pawne ; The sawcie slaue tooke it in such a scorne , And flung it in the streets , replying thus , Meere want brings weapons out of vse with vs . Mauo. See poore Philarchus powring out his plaints , To vnrelenting walls , relentlesse men . Phil. Are wounds rewards for Souldiers in the field ? What ? sell our lands , are these the fruits of Warre ? Then dye Philarchus , let not shame suruiue , Thy fainting honour , dead and yet aliue . Mauo. Heere come our wiues , how wretchedly they looke . Enter Perpetuana and Bellula . Bel. My Iewels pawnd , my rings are gone to wrack , The greedy Vsurer hath gotten all . Perp. I am a prey to wretched Pouerty , Ill featur'd Famine will deuoure vs vp , Whose wrinkled face , is like pale deaths aspect . Phil. Behold my wife like Winters parramour , Rob'd and bereau'd of nuptiall Ornaments . " Hide thee Philarchus lower then the graue , " The Earth will couer though it cannot saue . Perp. If men lament , whose wonted yron-hearts , Were harder then the Armour they haue worne , And waile the Agent of a womans voyce , What shall weake women and poore Ladies doe ? Fall to those teares , that we were borne vnto . Exeunt . Mauo. Could I but learne ( with Craesus ) to endure The falling sicknesse of sad Pouerty , Who lost a rich commanding Emperie Patience would prooue a tutor to my grieues . Chri. Thou want's a Solon to consort with thee , To proue affliction is the perfect way That leads to Ioues tribunall dignity ; Ill hast thou gouern'd thy prosperity , That canst not smile in meere aduersity . Looke vppon me ( the poorest slaue in shew , That euer fortune buried in mishappe : ) Yet this is Natures richest Iewell-house And teacheth me to weepe at all your wants . Phil. Why , thou art farre more wretcheder then wee , How canst thou teach vs then tranquillity ? Chri. See'st thou this poore and naked bozome heere ? Dost thou behold this scorn'd vncouered head ? When thou wast rich and Peerelesse in thy pride , Content did neuer harbour in thy brest , Nor ere had loue , her residence in thee , ( I meane the loue of perfect happinesse ) But skillesse grudging from a haughty spirit Did blind thy sences with a slender merit . Whil'st I ( poore man ) not subiect to such thought Gaue entertaine to those sweet blessed babes , Which Sapience brought from Wisedomes holy brest , And thought me rich to haue their company . By nursing them in Peace I shun'd all Sloth , Nor yet did Plenty make me prodigall : Pride I abhor'd and term'd the Beggers shield : Nor euer did base Enuie touch my heart . Yet alwayes loou'd to beare ( as Solon sed , ) A Turtles eye within an Aspicks head : Nor could the ratling fury of fierce warre Astonish me more then the mid-night clock , The Trumpetter to Contemplation : For Pouerty , I shake her by the hand , As welcome Lady to this wofull Land . Mau. How might we tread the path's to happy ends , Since foes to Learning are not Vertues friends . Chri. First entertaine submission in your soules To frame true concord in one vnity . Behold the faire proportion of a man , Whome heauens haue created so compleate , Yet if the arme make warre against the head , Or that the heart rebell against the braine , This elementall bodie ( thus compact , ) Is but a scattred Chaos of reuenge ; Your lawes appoincted to be positiue , ( By Warre confounded ) must be brought againe . For law is that which Loue and Peace maintaine . Phili. Thou Sonne of knowledge ( richer then a man ) We censure thy aduise as oracles . Chri. Follow , and I le instruct you what I can : Ma. We followed beasts before but now a man . Exeunt . Enter Fourcher ; Vourcher , Lyon-rash , and Velure . Four . O Heauens powring high-pryzd sauours forth , Like to the honny dew that sweetes the Leaues , Once send vs Peace , that fairest Palme-crownd Queene . Vour. Ruine and Warre the precedents of Wrath , That crop't the fifty Sonnes of Hecuba , Haue rid their circuite through this fertile soyle , And quite transform'd it to a Wildernesse . Vel. Come let vs sit and mourne with sad laments , The heauy burdens of our discontents . Lyon . To waile our want let speaking slacke the paine , For words of griefe diuide the griefe in twaine . Vel. Our Shops ( sometimes ) were stuft with cloath of gold , But Warre hath emptied them , and Spyders build Their Cob-web-tents ; weauing foule dusty lawne For poore woe-working Pouerty to weare . Four . O woes ! behold our poore distressed wiues . Enter Perpetuana and Filissella . Perp. From Pouerty to Famine , worse and worse Fili. The scurge of Pride , and Heauens detested curse . Perp. Wher 's that excesse consum'd vpon the back ? Fili. Suncke downe to Hell whil'st hunger feeles the lacke . Perp. Who now will pity vs , that scorn'd the poore ? Fili. Pitty is past when Peace is out of doore . Perp. Drincke thou my teares and I will drinke vp thine , For nought but teares is miseries salt wine . Fill. We that haue scornd to dresse our meate our selues , Now would be glad if we had meate to dresse . Perp. And if Lament were remedie for want Their cates weare course that in Lament were scant , Lyon . Comfort sweete wife , ill lasts not alwaies so : And good ( some-times ) makes end of lingring woe . Perp. My griefe is thine , Lyon . And mine is most for thee . Per. My care is thine . Lyon . Be mine for thee and me . Exeunt . Enter country seruing-men . 1. Faith Pouerty hath paid my wife on the petticoate . 2. From these deuowring woormes , eate men aliue , And swollow vp whole Mannours at a bit The whil'st our hungry bodies die for lacke , And honest husbandy must goe to wracke . 1. Pray sirs for Peace , that best may please vs all . From citties Pryde the country takes his fall . 2. T is Time , for plough-shares ( now ) are turned to bills , Carte-horses prest to cary Caualliers , True laboring seruants counted Souldiours slaues , 1. Though Famine hungerstarue yet heauen saues . Omn. Then let vs pray to heauen all for Peace . For thence comes comfort , plenty and increase . Exeunt . Enter Posthast with his Hostesse . Host. Post me no posting ; pay me the shot , Yow liue by wit ; but we must liue by mony . Post. Goody sharpe , be not so short , I le pay you , when I giue you mony . Host.

When you giue mee mony ? goe to , I le beare no Longer .

Post. What and be vnder fifty ? Enter Cunstable . Host.

Maister Cunstable hoe , these Players wil not pay their shot .

Post. Faith sir , Warre hath so pinch't vs we must pawne . Cun, Alasse poore Players : hostis ; what comes it to ? Host.

The Sharers dinners six pence a peece , the hirelings pence .

Post.

What sixepence an Egge , and two and two at an Egge .

Host. Faith Famine affords no more . Post.

Fellowes bring out the hamper choose somewhat out o' th Stocke .

Enter the Players . What will you haue this cloke to pawne , what thinke you it 's worth ? Host. Some fower groats , Oun. The pox is in this age , heer 's a braue world fellowes . Post. You may see what it is to laugh at the Audience . Host. Well it shall serue for a paune . Exit Hostesse . Cun. Soft sirs I must talke with you for taxe mony , To releeue the poore , not a penny paid yet , Post. Sir , ( at few words we shar'd but xv. pence last weeke . Cun. But t is well knowne , that each maintaines his Puncke , And tauernes it with druncken suppers still . Omn. Alasse they are our wiues . Cun. Yee are not all married . Post. Who are not are glad to bring such as they can get . Bels. Before I le giue such a president , I le leaue playing . Gul. Faith and I too : I le rather fal to worke . Post. Fall to worke after playing vnpossible . Cun. Sirs , will you here the truth . Gut . Sir you may choose , Cun. But you must all choose Whither you le be shipt and set a shore no man Knowes where as the Romaines did : Or play for the maintenance of the poore ; And your selues kept like honest men . Omn. We choose neither . Post, Sauing your sad tale , will you take a pot or two . Cun. The dearth of Malt denies it Clou. It s a hard world if the Constable dispise it . Guls, Must we be shipt in earnest , Or doe you make vs Sheepe in ieast , Cun. Ecce signum . Post. Cunstable doe you know what you doe . Cun. I , banish idle fellowes out o' th' land , Bels. Why Cunstable doe you know what you see . Cun, I , I see a Madge howlet : and she sees not see . Post. Know you our credit with Sir Oliuer ? Cun. True , but your boasting hath crakt it , ( I feare . ) Gut . Faith I must fall to making fidle strings againe . Bles. And I to curle horse tailes to make fooles beards . Post. I le boldy fall to ballading againe . Cunst. Sirs , those prouisoes will not serue the turne , What hoe , Saylers , ship away these players . Enter Saylers . Sayl. The winde blowes faire , and we are ready sir . Cunst. No matter where it blowes ; away with them . Post.

It 's an ill winde blowes a man thus cleane out of ballading .

Exeunt . Enter Peace , Bacchus , Ceres , and Plenty , bearing the Cornu copiae , at the one doore : At the other Pouerty , with her attendants ; who beholding Peace approach , vanish . Peace . Bondage , wan Sicknesse , and bare Pouerty , Vanish like clowds before the Easterne light , Now Peace appeares , hence all to endlesse night , And you deiected spirits , crusht with want , Mount vp your mindes vnto the fairest hope , Neede hath nurst Peace within your Horoscope , The warme reflexion of whose cheering beames , Makes you as rich as bright Pactolus streames . Shine plentuous Bountie , crowne the naked world , With odourous wreaths of thy aboundant sweetes , Laborious Artizanes , now bustle vp , Your drouping spirits with alacritie . Peace giues your toyling sweat a due regard , Crowning your labour with a rich reward . Ceres be lauish , Bacchus swell to brimme , And all to Peace sing a propitious himne , They begin to sing , and presently cease . A Song , With Lawrell shall our Altars flame , In honour of thy sacred name . Enter Astraea vshered by Fame , supported by Fortitude and Religion , followed by Virginity and Artes . Peace . No more : Be dumbe in husht obseruance at this sight , Heere comes Amazements obiect , wonders height , Peaces patronesse , Heauens miracle , Vertues honour , Earths admiration , Chastities Crowne , Iustice perfection , Whose traine is vnpolute Virginity , Whose Diadem of bright immortall Fame , Is burnisht with vnvalued respect , Ineffable wonder of remotest lands ; Still sway thy gratious Scepter , I resigne ; What I am is by Thee , my selfe am thine , Q. Eliza. Astraea mounts vnto the Throne . Mount Emperesse , whose praise for Peace shall mount , Whose glory , which thy solid vertues wonne , Shall honour Europe whil'st there shines a Sunne . Crown'd with Heauens inward beauties , worlds applause , Thron'd and reposd within the louing feare Of thy adoring Subiects : liue as long As Time hath life , and Fame a worthy tongue . Still breath our glory , the worlds Empresse , Religions Gardian , Peaces patronesse ; Now flourish Arts , the Queene of Peace doth raigne , Vertue triumph , now shee doth sway the stemme , Who giues to Vertue , honours Diadem . All sing Paeans to her sacred worth , Which none but Angels tongues can warble forth : Yet sing , for though we cannot light the Sunne , Yet vtmost might hath kinde acceptance wonne . Song . Religion , Arts , and Merchandise , triumph , triumph : Astraea rules , whose gracious eyes , triumph , triumph . O're Vices conquest , whose desires , triumph , triumph : Whose all to chiefest good aspires , then all triumph . In the end of the Play . Plenty , Pride , Enuy , Warre , and Pouerty . To enter and resigne their seuerall Scepters to Peace , sitting in Maiestie . FINIS .
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