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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A04639) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 9680) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1277:12) A pleasant comedy, called: The case is alterd As it hath beene sundry times acted by the children of the Black-friers. Written by Ben. Ionson. Case is alterd Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637. [74] p. Printed [by Nicholas Okes] for Bartholomew Sutton, and William Barrenger, and are to be sold at the great north-doore of Saint Paules Church, London : 1609. The "r" in "sundry" is turned. Printer's name from STC. Signatures: A-I⁴ K² (-K2). A reissue, with cancel title page, of the edition with title "Ben: Ionson, his case is alterd". Variant: title page omits author statement. Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. eng eebo no A pleasant comedy, called: The case is alterd. As it hath beene sundry times acted by the children of the Black-friers. Written by Ben. Ions Jonson, Ben, (1573?-1637.) 1609 72 25601 181 0 0 0 0 0 70.69 D The rate of 70.69 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2002-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-10 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-11 Sampled and proofread 2002-11 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-12 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

A Pleasant Comedy , CALLED : The Case is Alterd .

As it hath beene sundry times acted by the children of the Black-friers .

LONDON , Printed for Bartholomew Sutton , and William Barrenger , and are to be sold at the great North-doore of Saint Paules Church . 1609.

A pleasant Comedy called , the Case is Alterd .
Actus primi ,
Scaena prima . Sound ? after a flourish : Iuniper a Cobler is discouered , sitting at worke in his shoppe and singing . Iuniper , Onion , Antony Baladino . YOV wofull wights giue eare a while , And marke the tenor of my stile , Enter Onion in hast . Which shall such trembling hearts vnfold As seldome hath to fore bene told . Such chances rare and dolefull newes Oni. fellow Iuniper Peace a Gods name . As may attempt your wits to muse . Oni. Gods so , heere man . A pox a God on you . And cause such trickling teares to passe , Except your hearts be flint or brasse : Oni. Iuniper , Iuniper . To heare the newes which I shall tell , That in Castella once befell . Sbloud , where didst thou learne to corrupt a man in the midst of a verse , ha ? Onion .

Gods lid man , seruice is ready to go vp man , you must slip on your coate and come in , we lacke waiters pittyfully .

Iunip.

A pittifull hearing , for now must I of a merry Cobler become mourning creature . Exit Onion .

Onion .

Well you le come .

Iunip.

Presto . Go to , a word to the wise , away , flie ? vanish : Lye there the weedes that I disdaine to weare .

Anto.

God saue you Maister Iuniper .

Iuni.

What Signior Antonio Balladino , welcome sweet Ingle ▪

Anto.

And how do you sir ?

Iuni.

Faith you see , put to my shifts here as poore retainers be oftentimes , sirrah Antony ther 's one of my fellowes mightely enamored of thee , and I faith you slaue , now your come I 'le bring you together , i't s Peter Onion , the groome of the hal , do you know him .

Anto.

No not yet , I assure you .

Iuni.

O he is one as right of thy humour as may be , a plaine simple Rascal , a true dunce , marry he hath bene a notable vilaine in his time : he is in loue , sirrah , with awench , & I haue preferd thee to him , thou shalt make him some prety Paradox or some Aligory , how does my coate sit ? well .

Anto.

I very well . Enter Onion .

Oni.

Na Gods so , fellow Iuniper , come away .

Iun.

Art thou there mad slaue , I come with a powder ? Sirrah fellow Onion . I must haue you peruse this Gentleman well , and doe him good offices of respect and kindnesse , as instance shall be giuen .

Anto.

Nay good maister Onion what do you meane , I pray you sir you are to respectu● in good faith .

Onion .

I would not you should thinke so sir , for though I haue no learning , yet I honour a scholer in any ground of the earth sir ,

Shall I request your name sir ?

Anto.

My name is Antonio Balladino .

Oni.

Balladino ▪ you are not Pageant Poet to the City of Millaine sir , are you .

Anto.

I supply the place sir : when aworse cannot be had sir.

Oni.

I crie you mercy sir , I loue you the better for that sir , by Iesu you must pardon me , I knew you not , but I l'd pray to be better acquainted with you sir ▪ I haue seene of your works .

Anto.

I am at your seruice good Maister Onion , but concerning this maiden that you loue sir ? what is she ,

Onion .

O did my fellow Iuniper tell you ▪ marry sir , she is as one may say , but a poore mans child indeede , and for mine owne part I am no Gentleman borne I must confesse , but my mind to me a kingdome is truly .

Anto.

Truly a very good saying .

Onion .

T' is somewhat stale , but that 's no matter .

Anto.

O t' is the better , such things euer are like bread , which the staler it is , the more holesome .

Onion .

This is but a hungry comparison in my iudgement .

Anto.

Why , I 'le tell you , M. Onion , I do vse as much stale stuffe , though I say it my selfe , as any man does in that kind I am sure . Did you see the last Pageant , I set forth ?

Onion .

No faith sir , but there goes a huge report on 't .

Anto.

Why , you shal be one of my Maecen-asses , I 'le giue you one of the bookes , O you 'le like it admirably .

Oni.

Nay that 's certaine , I 'le get my fellow Iuniper to read it .

Anto.

Reade it sir , I 'le reade it to you .

Onion .

Tut then I shall not chuse but like it .

Anto.

Why looke you sir , I write so plaine , and keepe that old Decorum , that you must of necessitie like it ; mary you shall haue some now ( as for example , in plaies ) that will haue euery day new trickes , and write you nothing but humours : indeede this pleases the Gentlemen : but the common sort they care not for 't , they know not what to make on 't , they looke for good matter , they , and are not edified with such toyes .

Onion .

You are in the right , I 'le not giue a halfepeny to see a thousand on 'hem . I was at one the last Tearme , but & euer I see a more roguish thing , I am a peece of cheese , & no onion , nothing but kings & princes in it , the foole came not out a iot .

Anto.

True sir , they would haue me make such plaies , but as I tell hem , and they 'le giue me twenty pound a play , I 'le not raise my vaine .

Onion .

No , it were a vaine thing and you should sir.

Anto.

Tut giue me the penny , giue me the peny , I care not for the Gentlemen I , lerme haue a good ground , no matter for the pen , the plot shall carry it .

Onion .

Indeed that 's right , you are in print already for the best plotter .

Anto.

I , I might as well ha bene put in for a dumb shew too .

Oni.

I marry sir , I marle you were not , stand aside sir a while :

Enter an armd Sewer : some halfe dozen in mourning coates following and passe by with seruice : Enter Valentine . Onion .

How now friend , what are you there ? be vncouered , Would you speake with any man here ?

Valen.

I , or else I must ha' returnd you no answer .

Oni.

Friend , you are somewhat to peremptory , let 's craue your absence : nay neuer scorne it , I am a little your better in this place .

Valen.

I do acknowledge it .

Onion .

Do you acknowledge it ? nay then you shall go forth , I le teach you how shall acknowledge it another time ; go to , void , I must haue the hall purg'd , no setting vp of a rest here , packe , begone .

Valen.

I pray you sir is not your name Onion ?

Oni.

Your friend as you may vse him , and M. Onion , say on .

Valen.

M. Onion with a murraine , come come put off this Lyons hide , your eares haue discouered you , why Peter ! do not I know you Peter ?

Onion .

Gods so , Valentine !

Valen.

O can you take knowledge of me now sir ?

Oni.

Good Lord , sirra , how thou art altred with thy trauell ?

Valen.

Nothing so much as thou art with thine office , but sirra , Onion is the Count Ferneze at home ? Exit Anthony .

Oni.

I Bully , he is aboue ; and the Lord Paulo Ferneze , his son , and Maddam Aurelia , & maddam Phanixella , his daughters , But O Valentine ?

Valen.

How now man , how dost thou ?

Oni.

Faith sad , heauy , as a man of my coate ought to be .

Valen.

Why man , thou wert merry inough euen now .

Oni. True , but thou knowest All creatures here soiorning , vpon this wretched earth , Sometimes haue a fit of mourning , as well as a fit of mirth . O Valentine , mine old Lady is dead , man . Valen.

Dead !

Oni.

I faith .

Valen.

When dyed she ?

Onion .

Mary , to morrow shall be three months , she was seene going to heauen they say , about some fiue weekes agone ! how now ? trickling teares , ha ?

Valen.

Faith thou hast made me weepe with this newes .

Onion .

Why I haue done but the parte of an Onion , you must pardon me .

Scaene . 2. Enter the sewer , passe by with seruice againe , the seruingmen take knowledge of Valentine as they goe . Iuniper salutes him . Iuni.

What Valentine ? fellow Onion , take my dish I prithee you rogue sirrah , tell me , how thou dost , sweet Ingle .

Valen.

Faith , Iuniper , the better to see thee thus frolicke .

Iuni.

Nay , slid I am no changling , I am Iuniper still . Exit Oni. I keepe the pristmate ha , you mad Hierogliphick , when shal we swagger .

Valen.

Hierogliphick , what meanest thou by that .

Iuni.

Meane ? Gods so , is t not a good word man ? what ? stand vpon meaning with your freinds . Puh , Absconde .

Valen.

Why , but stay , stay , how long has this sprightly humor haunted thee ?

Iuni.

Foe humour , a foolish naturall gift we haue in the Aequinoctiall .

Valen.

Naturall , slid it may be supernaturall , this ?

Iuni.

Valentine , I prithee ruminate thy selfe welcome . What fortuna de la Guerra .

Valen. O how pittifully are these words forc't . As though they were pumpt out on 's belly . Iuni.

Sirrah Ingle , I thinke thou hast seene all the strange countries in Christendome since thou wentst ?

Valen.

I haue seene some Iuniper .

Iuni.

You haue seene Constantinople ?

Valen.

I , that I haue .

Iuni.

And Ierusalem , and the Indies , and Goodwine sands , and the tower of Babylon , and Venice and all .

Valen.

I all ; no marle and he haue a nimble tong , if he practise to vault thus from one side of the world to another .

Iuni.

O it 's a most heauenly thing to trauel , & see countries , especially at sea , and a man had a pattent not to be sicke .

Valen.

O sea sicke lest , and full of the scuruie .

Scaene 3. Enter Iuniper , Antonio , Sebastian , Martino , Vincentio , Balthasar and Christopher● . Seba.

Valentine ? welcome I faith how dost sirra ?

Mart.

How do you good Valentine .

Vincen.

Troth , Valentine , I am glad to see you .

Balth.

Welcome sweet rogue .

Sebast.

Before God he neuer lookt better in his life .

Balth.

And how is t man ? what , Alla Coragi● .

Valen.

Neuer better gentlemen I faith .

Iuni.

S'will here comes the steward .

Christ .

Why how now fellowes all here ? and nobody to waight aboue now they are ready to rise ? looke vp one or two Signior Francesco Colomia's man how doo's your good maister .

Exeunt Iuniper , Martino , Vincentio . Valen.

In health sir he will be here anon .

Christo.

Is he come home , then ?

Valen.

I sir he is not past sixe miles hence , he sent me before to learne if Count Ferneze were here and returne him word .

Christo.

Yes , my Lord is here ; and you may tel your maister he shal come very happily to take his leaue of Lord Paulo Ferneze : who is now instantly to depart with other noble gentlemen , vpon speciall seruice .

Valen.

I will tell him sir.

Christo.

I pray you doe , fellowes make him drinke .

Valen.

Sirs , what seruice is t they are imployed in ?

Sebast.

Why against the French they meane to haue a fling at Millaine againe they say .

Valen.

Who leades our forces , can you tell ?

Sebast.

Marry that do's Signior Maximilian ? he is aboue , now .

Valen.

Who , Maximilian of Vicenza ?

Balt.

I he ? do you know him ?

Valen.

Know him ? O yes he 's an excellent braue soldier .

Balt.

I so they say , but one of the most vaine glorious men in Europe .

Valen.

He is indeed , marry exceeding valient .

Sebast.

And that is rare .

Balt.

What.

Sebast.

Why to see a vaineglorious man valient .

Valen.

Well he is so I assure you . Enter Iuniper .

Iuni.

What no further yet , come on you precious rascall , sir Valentine , I le giue you a health I faith ; for the heauens you mad Capriceio , hold hooke and line .

Scaene 4. Enter Lord Paulo Ferneze , his boy following him . Pau. Boy . Boy . My Lord . Pau. Sirrah go vp to Signior Angelio , And pray him ( if he can ) deuise some meanes , To leaue my father , and come speake with me . Boy I will my Lord . Pau. Well heauen , be auspicious in the euent ▪ For I do this against my Genius , And yet my thoughts cannot propose a reason , Why I should feare , or faint thus in my hopes , Of one so much endeered to my loue . Some sparke it is , kindled within the soule : Whose light yet breaks not to the outward sence , That propagates this tymerous suspect ; His actions neuer carried any face Of change , or weaknes ▪ then I iniury him ? In being thus cold conceited of his faith , O here he comes . Enter Angelo . Ang. How now sweet Lord , what s the matter ? Pau. Good faith his presence makes me halfe ashamd . Of my straid thoughts . Boy . Bestow your selfe . Exit Boy . Where is my father , Signior Angelio . Ang. Marry in the galery , where your Lordship left him . Pau. That s well . Then Angelio I will be briefe . Since time forbids the vse of circumstance , How well you are receiued in my affection , Let it appeare by this one instance , onely That now I will deliuer to your trust , The deerest secrets , treasurd in my bosome , Deare Angelio . You are not euery man , 〈◊〉 , whome my election hath design'd , 〈…〉 obiect of my soule : 〈…〉 my desert , Or supple your tri'd temper , with soft phrases ; True frendship lothes such oyly complement : But from th' aboundance of that loue , that flowes Through all my spirits , is my speech enforc'd . Ang. Before your Lordship do proceed too far , Let me be bould to intimate thus much ; That what so ere your wisedome hath t' expose , Be it the waightiest and most rich affaire , That euer was included in your breast , My faith shall poise it , if not — Pau. O no more , Those words haue rapt me with their sweet effects , So freely breath'd , and so responsible , To that which I endeuoured to extract , Arguing a happy mixture of our soules . Ange. Why were there no such sympathy sweete Lord ? Yet the impressure of those ample fauours , I haue deriu'd from your vnmatched spirit , Would bind my faith to all obseruances . Pau. How ! fauours Angello , ô speake not of them , They are meere paintings , and import no merit , Lookes my loue well ? thereon my hopes are plac't : Faith , that is bought with fauours , cannot last . Enters Boy . Boy . My Lord . Pau. How now ? Boy . You are sought for all about the house , within , The Count your father cals for you . Pau. God , what crosse euents do meet my purposes ? Now will he violently fret and grieue That I am absent . Boy , say I come presently : Exit Boy . Sweet Angello , I cannot now insist Vpon particulars , I must serue the time The maine of all this is ▪ I am in loue . Ange. Why starts your Lordship ? Pau. I thought I heard my father comming hitherward , list ▪ ha ? Ange. I heare not any thing , it was but your imagination sure . Pau. No. Ange. No , I assure your Lordship . Pau. I would worke safely . Ange. Why , has he no knowledge of it then ? Pau. O no , no creature yet pertakes it but your selfe In a third person , and beleeue me friend , The world containes not now another spirit . To whom I would reueile it . Harke , harke , Seruants . Signior Paulo . within . Lord Ferneze . within . Ange. A pox vpon those brazen throated slaues , What are they mad , trow ? Pau. Alas , blame not them , Their seruices are ( clock-like ) to be set , Backward and forward , at their Lords command , You know my father's wayward , and his humour Must not receiue a check , for then all obiects , Feede both his griefe and his impatience , And those affections in him , are like powder , Apt to enflame with euery little sparke , And blow vp reason , therefore Angelo , peace . within . Count. Why this is rare , is he not in the garden ? within . Crist. I know not my Lord . within . Count. See , call him ? Pau. He is comming this way , let 's withdraw a little . Exeunt . within . Seruants . Signior Paulo , Lord Ferneze , Lord Paulo .
Scaene 5. Enter Count Ferneze , Maximilian , Aurelia , Phoenixella , Sebast. Balthasar . Count.

WHere should he be , trow ? did you looke in the armory ?

Sebast.

No my Lord .

Count. No , why there ? ô who would keepe such drones ? Exeunt Sebast. and Baltha . How now , ha ye found him ? Enter Martins . Mart.

No my Lord .

Count. No my Lord , I shall haue shortly all my family Speake nought , but no my Lord , where is Christophero , Enter Chrristophero . Looke how he stands , your sleepy knaue , Exit Martins . What is he not in the Garden ? Christo.

No my good Lord .

Count. Your good Lord , ô how this smels of fennell . Enter Sebast. Baltha . You haue bene in the garden it appeares , well , well . Balth.

We cannot find him my Lord .

Sebast.

He is not in the armory .

Count.

He is not , he is no where , is he ?

Maxi.

Count Ferneze ▪

Count.

Signior .

Maxi.

Preserue your patience honorable Count.

Count. Patience ? a Saint would loose his patience to be crost , As I am with a sort of motly braines , See see , how like a nest of Rookes they stand , Enter Onion . Gaping on one another now Diligence , what news bring you ? Oni.

An t please your honour .

Count.

Tut , tut , leaue pleasing of my honour Diligence , you double with we , come .

Oni.

How : does he find fault with Please his Honour . Swounds it has begun a seruingmans speech , euer since I belongd to the blew order : I know not how it may shew , now I am in blacke , but —

Count.

What s that , you mutter sir ? will you proceed ?

Oni.

An t like your good Lordship .

Count.

Yet more , Gods precious .

Oni.

What , do not this like him neither ?

Count.

What say you sir knaue ?

Oni.

Mary I say your Lordship were best to set me to schoole againe , to learne how to deliuer a message .

Count.

What do you take exceptions at me then .

Oni.

Exception ? I take no exceptions , but by Gods so your humours —

Count.

Go to you are a Raskall , hold your tongue .

Oni.

Your Lordships poore seruant , I.

Count.

Tempt not my patience .

Oni.

Why I hope I am no spirit , am I ?

Maxi.

My Lord , command your Steward to correct the slaue .

Oni.

Correct him , S'bloud come you and correct him and you haue a minde to it , correct him , that 's a good iest I faith , the Steward and you both , come and correct him .

Count.

Nay see , away with him , pull his cloth ouer his eares .

Oni.

Cloth ? tell me of your cloth , here 's your cloth , nay and I mourne a minute longer , I am the rottenest Onion that euer spake with a tongue . They thrust him out .

Maxi.

What call your hind's count Ferneze ?

Count.

His name is Onion Signior ,

Maxi.

I thought him some such sawcy companion .

Count.

Signior Maximillian .

Maxi.

Sweet Lord .

Count. Let me intreat you , you would not regard Any contempt flowing from such a spirit , So rude , so barbarous . Maxi. Most noble Count vnder your fauour — Coun. Why I le tell you Signior , Hee le bandy with me word for word , nay more , Put me to silence , strike me perfect dumb ; And so amaze me , that oftentimes I know not , Whether to check or cherish his presumption : Therefore good Signior . Maxi.

Sweet Lord satisfie your selfe , I am not now to learn how to manage my affections , I haue obseru'd , and know the difference betweene a base wretch and a true man , I can distinguish them , the property of the wretch is , he would hurt and cannot , of the man , he can hurt , and will not .

Coun. Go to , my merry daughter , ô these lookes , Agree well with your habit , do they not ? Enter Iuniper . Iunip.

Tut , let me alone . By your fauour , this is the Gentleman I thinke , Sir you appeare to be an honorable Gentleman , I vnderstand , and could wish ( for mine owne part ) that things were conden't otherwise then they are : but ( the world knowes ) a foolish fellow , somewhat procliue , and hasty , he did it in a preiudicate humour ; mary now vpon better computation , he wanes ; he melts ; his poore eyes are in a cold sweat . Right noble Signior , you can haue but compunction , I loue the man , tender your compassion .

Maxi.

Doth any man here vnderstand this fellow ?

Iunip.

O God sir , I may say frustra to the comprehension of your intellection .

Maxi. Before the Lord , he speakes all riddle , I thinke . I must haue a comment ere I can conceiue him . Count. Why he sues to haue his fellow Onion pardon'd , And you must grant it Signior . Maxi.

O withall my soule my Lord , is that his motion ?

Iunip.

I sir , and we shall retort these kinde fauours with all allacrity of spirit , we can sir , as may be most expedient , as well for the quality as the cause , till when in spight of this complement : I rest a poore Cobler , seruant to my honorable Lord here , your friend and Iuniper . Exit .

Maxi.

How Iuniper ?

Count.

I Signior .

Maxi.

He is a sweete youth , his tongue has a happy turne when he sleepes .

Enter Paulo Ferneze , Francisco , Colomea , Angelo , Valentine . Count. I for then it rests , O Sir your welcome , Why God be thanked you are found at last : Signior Coloma truly you are welcome , I am glad to see you sir so well returned . Fran. I gladly thanke your honour , yet indeed I am sory for such cause of heauinesse , As hath possest your Lordship in my absence . Count. O Francisco ' you knew her what she was ! Fran. She was a wise and honorable Lady . Count. I was she not ! well weepe not she is gone , Passons duld eye can make two grieues of one , Whom death marke out , vertue , nor bluod can saue , Princes , as beggers , all must feed the graue . Max. Are your horse ready Lord Paulo , Pau.

I signior the stay for vs at the gate .

Max.

Well t is good . Ladies I will take my leaue of you , Be your fortunes as your selues ? faire . Come let vs to horse , Count Ferneza I beare a spirit full of thanks for all your honorable courtesies .

Count :

Sir I could wish the number and value of them more in respect of your deseruings . But Signior Maximillian .

I pay you a word in priuate .

Aur.

I Faith brother you are fitted for a generall yonder , Beshrow my heart ( If I had Fortnnatus hat here ) and I would not wish my selfe a man and go with you , only t' enioy his presence .

Pau.

Why do you loue him so well sister .

Aur.

No by my troth , but I haue such an odde prety apprehension of his humour me thinks : that I am 〈◊〉 tickled with the conceite of it .

O he is a fine man .

Ang.

And me thinks another may be as fine as he .

Aur.

O Angel●● , do you thinke I do vrge any comparison against you ? no , I am not so ill bred , as to be a deprauer of your worthines : beleeue me , if I had not some hope of your abiding with vs , I should neuer desire to go out of black whilst I liued ● but learne to speake i' the nose , and turne puritan presently .

Ang.

I thanke you Lady : I know you can flout .

Aur.

Come doe you take it so ? I faith you wrong me .

Fran. I , but Maddame , Thus to disclaime in all the effects of pleasure , May make your sadnesse seeme to much affected , And then the proper grace of it is lost . Phoenix Indeed sir , if I did put on this sadnesse Onely abroad , and in Society , And were in priuate merry ; and quick humor'd ; Then might it seeme affected and abhord : But as my lookes appeare , such is my spirit , Drown'd vp with confluence of griefe , and melancholy ▪ That like to riuers run through all my vaines , Quenching the pride and feruour of my bloud . Max. My honorable Lord ? no more : There is the honour of my bloud ingag'd , For your sonnes safety . Count. Signior , blame me not , For tending his security so much . He is mine onely sonne , and that word onely . Hath with his strong , and reprecussiue sound , stroke my heart cold , and giuen it a deepe wound . Max.

Why but stay , I beseech you , had your Lordship euer any more sonnes then this .

Count.

Why haue not you knowen it Maximilian ?

Max.

Let my Sword faile me then .

Count. I had one other yonger borne then this , By twise so many howers as would fill The circle of a yeare , his name Camillo , Whome in that blacke , and fearfull night I lost , ( T is now a nineteene yeares agone at least , And yet the memory of it fits as fresh Within my braine as t were but yesterday ) It was that night wherein the great Chamont , The generall for France surprised Vicenza , Methinks the horrour of that clamorous shout His souldiers gaue when they attaind the wall , Yet tingles in mine eare , me thinkes I see With what amazed lookes , distracted thoughts , And minds confus'd , we , that were citizens , Confronted one another : euery street Was fild with bitter selfe tormenting cries , And happy was that foote , that first could presse , The flowry champaigne , bordering on Verona . Heere I ( imploy'd about my deare wiues safety ) Whose soule is now in peace ) lost my Camillo . Who sure was murdered by the barbarous Souldiers , Or else I should haue heard — my heart is great . Sorrow is faint ? and passion makes me sweat . Max

Grieue not sweet Count : comfort your spirts , you haue a sonne a noble gentleman , he stands in the face of honour : For his safety let that be no question . I am maister of my fortune , and he shall share with me . Farewell my honorable Lord . Ladies once more adiew , for your selfe maddam you are a most rare creature , I tell you so , be not proud of it , I loue you : come Lord Paulo to horse .

Pau.

Adiew good Signior Francesco : farewell sister .

Sound a tucke● , and as they passe euery one seuerally depart , Maximilian , Paulo Ferneze and Angelo remaine Ang. How shall we rid him hence . Pau. Why well inough ? swete Signior Maximilian , I haue some small occasion to stay : If it may please you but take horse afore Ile ouer take you , ere your troopes be rang'd . Max. Your motion hath tast wel : Lord Ferneze I go . Exit Max. Pau. Now if my loue faire Rachel , were so happy , But to looke forth . See fortune doth me grace . Enter Rachel . Before I can demaund ? how now loue . Where is your father ? Rach. Gone abroad my Lord : Pau. That s well . Rach. I but I feare hee le presently returne , Are you now going my most honored Lord ? Pau. I my sweet Rachel . Ang. Before God , she is a sweet wench . Pau. Rachel I hope I shall not need to vrge , The sacred purity of our effects , As if it hung in triall or suspence : Since in our hearts , and by our mutuall vowes , It is confirmed and seald in sight of heauen . Nay doe not weepe , why starte you ? feare not , Loue . Your father cannot be return'd so soone , I prithee doe not looke so heauily , Thou shalt want nothing . Rach. No is your presence nothing ? I shall want that , and wanting that , want all : For that is all to me . Pau. Content thee sweet , I haue Made choise here of a constant friend This gentleman ? one , whose zealous loue I doe repose more , then on all the world , Thy beauteous selfe excepted : and to him , Haue I committed my deere care of thee , As to my genius , or my other soule , Receiue him gentle loue , and what deffects My absence proues , his presence shall supply . The time is enuious of our longer stay . Farewell deere Rachel . Rach : Most deere Lord , adew , Heauen and honour crowne your deeds , and you . Exit Rachel . Pau. Faith tell me Angelio how dost thou like her ? Ang. Troth well my Lord , but shall I speake my mind . Pau. I prithee doe . Ang. She is deriud too meanely to be wife To such a noble person , in my iudgement . Pau. Nay then thy iudgement is to meane , I see ▪ Didst thou neare read in difference of good , T is more to shine in vertue then in bloud . Enter Iaques . Ang. Come you are so sententious my Lord . Pau. Here comes her father . How dost thou good Iaques ? Ang. God saue thee Iaques . Iaq. What should this meane ? Rachel open the dore . Exit Iaques . Ang. Sbloud how the poore slaue lookes , as though He had bene haunted by the spirit Lar , Or seene the ghost of some great Satrapas In an vnsauory sheet . Pau. I muse he spake not , belike he was amazd Comming so suddenly and vnprepard ? Well le ts go . Exeunt .
Actus secundi
Scaena prima . Enter Iaques solus . SO now inough my heart , beat now no more ▪ At least for this afright , what a could sweat Flow'd on my browes , and ouer all my bosome ! Had I not reason ? to behold my dore Beset with vnthrifts , and my selfe abroad ? Why Iaques ? was their nothing in the house Worth a continuall eye , a vigelent thought , Whose head should neuer nod , nor eyes once wincke ? Looke on my coate , my thoughts worne quite thred bare , That time could neuer couer with a nappe , And by it learne , neuer with nappes of sleepe , To smother your conceipts of that you keepe . But yet , I maruell , why these gallant youths Spoke me so faire , and I esteemd a beggar ? The end of flattery , is gaine , or lechery : If they seeke gaine of me , they thinke me rich , But that they do not : for their other obiect : T is in my handsome daughter , if it be . And by your leaue , her handsomnesse may tell them My beggery counterfeits , and , that her neatnesse , Flowes from some store of wealth , that breakes my coffers , With this same engine , loue to mine owne breed . But this is answered : Beggers will keepe fine , Their daughters , being faire , though themselues 〈◊〉 Well then , it is for her , I , t' is sure for her , And I make her so briske for some of them , That I might liue alone once with my gold . O t' is a sweet companion ▪ kind and true ▪ A man may trust it when his father cheats him , Brother , or friend , or wife , ô wondrous pelfe , , ,That which makes all men false , is true it selfe . But now this maid , is but suppos'd my daughter : For I being Steward to a Lord of France , Of great estate , and wealth , called Lord Chammount , He gone into the warres , I stole his treasure , ( But heare not , any thing ) I stole his treasure , And this his daughter , being but two yeares old , Because it lou'd me so , that it would leaue The nurse her selfe , to come into mine armes , And had I left it , it would sure haue dyed . Now herein I was kinde , and had a conscience ; And since her Lady mother that did dye In child-bed of her , loued me passing well , It may be nature fashiond this affection , Both in the child and her : but hee s ill bred , That ransackes tombes , and doth deface the dead . I 'le therefore say no more : suppose the rest , Here haue I chang'd my forme , my name and hers . And liue obsurely , to enioy more safe Enter Rachel . My deerest treasure . But I must abroad , Rachel ▪ Rach. What is your pleasure sir ? Iaq. Rachel I must abroad . Lock thy selfe in , but yet take out the key , That whosoeuer peepes in at the key-hole , May yet imagine there is none at home . Rach. I will sir. Iaq. But harke thee Rachel : say a theefe should come , And misse the key , he would resoule indeede None were at home , and so breake in the rather : Ope the doore Rachel , set it open daughter ; But sit in it thy selfe : and talke alowd , As if there were some more in house with thee : Put out the fire , kill the chimnies hart , That it may breath no more then a dead man , The more we spare my child , the more we gaine . Exeunt .
Scaene 2. Enter Christopher● , Iuniper and Onion . CHrist. What sayes my fellow Onion ? come on . Oni. All of a house sir , but no fellowes , you are my Lords Steward , but I pray you what thinke you of loue , sir ? Christ . Of loue Onion ? Why it 's a very honourable humor . Oni. Nay if it be but worshipfull I care not . Iunip. Go to , it 's honorable , chocke not at the conceit of the Gentleman . Oni. But in truth sir , you shall do well to think well of loue : For it thinkes well of you , in me , I assure you . Chris. Gramercy fellow Onion : I do 〈◊〉 well , thou are in loue , art thou ? Oni. Partly sir , b●● I am asham'd to say wholy . Chris. Well , I will further●● in thee to any honest woman , or maiden , the 〈…〉 . Iunip. Why now you come neere him sir , he doth vaile , He doth remunerate , he doth ●haw● he 〈◊〉 the kindnesse Of an honest imperfection in your worship . Chris. But who is it thou louest fellow Onion ? Oni. Mary a poore 〈◊〉 daughter , but none of the honestest , I hope . Chris. Why , wouldst thou not haue her honest ? Oni. O no , for then I am sure she would not haue me ▪ T is Rachel de Pri● . Chris. Why , she hath the name of a very vertuous mayden . Iunip. So shee is sir , but the fellow talkes in quiddi●s , he . Chris. What wouldst thou haue me do in the matter ? Oni. Do nothing sir , I pray you , but speake for me . Chris. In what maner ? Oni. My fellow Iuniper can tell you sir. Iunip.

Why as thus sir. Your worship may commend him for a fellow fit for consanguinity , and that he shaketh with desire of procreation , or so .

Chris.

That were not so good , me thinkes .

Iunip.

No sir , why so sir ? what if you should say to her , correborate thy selfe sweete soule , let me distinguish thy pappes with my fingers , diuine Mumps , prety Pastorella ? lookest thou so sweet and bounteous ? comfort my friend 〈◊〉

Chris.

Well I perceiue you wish , I should say something may do him grace , and further his desires , and that be 〈◊〉 I will .

Oni.

I thanke you sir , God saue your life , I pray God sir.

Iunip.

Your worship 〈…〉 good to liue long 〈◊〉 contaminate me no seruice ▪

Chris.

Command thou wouldest say , no good Iuniper .

Iunip.

Health and wealth sir.

Exeunt Onion and Iuniper . Chris. This wench wil I solicite for my selfe , Making my Lord and maister priuy to it ; And if he second me with his consent , I will proceede , as hauing long ere this , Thought her a worthy choyce to make my wife . Exit .
Scaene 3. Enter Aurelia , Phoenixella . AVre. Roome for a case of matrons-coloured blacke , How motherly my mothers death hath made vs ? I would I had some girles now to bring vp ; O I could make a wench so vertuous , She should say grace to euery bit of meate , And gape no wider then a wafers thicknesse : And she should malle French cur●i●● , so most low , That euery touch should turne her ouer backward . Phoeni. Sister , these words become not your attire , Nor your estate : our vertuous mothers death Should print more deepe effects of sorrow in vs , Then may be worne out in so little time . Aure. Sister , faith you take too much Tobacco , It makes you blacke within , as y' are without . What true-stich sister ? both your sides alike ? Be of a sleighter worke : for of my word , You shall be sold as deere or rather deerer ? Will you be bound to customes and to rites ? Shed profitable 〈◊〉 , weepe for aduantage ▪ Or else , do all things , as you are enclynd , Hate when your stomacke serues ( saith the Physitian ) Not at eleu●● 〈◊〉 sixe . So if your humour Be now 〈◊〉 with this heauinesse . Giue me the reines and spare not , as I do , In this my pleasurable appetite , It is Pracisianisme to alter that ▪ With austere iudgement , that is giuen by nature . I wept you saw too , when my mother dyed : For then I found it easier to do so , And fitter with my moode , then not to weepe . But now t is otherwise , another time Perhaps I shall haue such deepe thoughts of her , That I shall weepe a fresh , some tweluemonth hence , And I will weepe , if I be so disposd , And put on blacke , as grimly then , as now ; Let the minde go still with the bodies stature , Iudgement is not for Iudges , giue me nature .
Scaene . 4. Enter Aurelia , Phoenixella , Francisco , Angelo . FRan . See Signior Angelo here are the Ladies , Go you and comfort one , I le to the other . Ange. Therefore I come sir , I 'le to the eldest . God saue you Ladies , these sad moodes of yours , That make you choose these solitary walkes , Are hurtfull for your beauties . Aure. If we had them . Ange. Come , that condition might be for your hearts , When you protest faith , since we cannot see them . But this same heart of beauty , your sweet face Is in mine eye still . Aure. O you cut my heart with your sharpe eye . Ange. Nay Lady that s not so , your heart 's to hard . Aure. My beauties hart ? Ange. O no. I meane that regent of affection , Maddam , That tramples on al loue with such contempt ●n this faire breast . Aur. No more , your drift is sauour'd , I had rather seeme hard hearted Ang. Then hard fauour'd , Is that your meaning , Lady ? Aur. Go too sir. Your wits are fresh I know , they need no spur . Ang. And therefore you wil ride them . Aur. Say I doe . They will not tire I hope ? Ang. No not with you , hark you sweet Lady . Fran. T is much pitty Maddam . You should haue any reason to retaine This signe of griefe , much lesse the thing difignde . Phoe. Griefes are more fit for Ladies then their pleasures . Fran. That is for such as follow nought but pleasures . But you that temper them so wel with vertues , Vsing your griefes so it would prooue them pleasures . And you would seeme in cause of griefes & pleasures equally pleasant . Phoe. Sir so I do now . It is the excesse of either that I striue So much to shun in all my proou'd endeauours , Although perhaps vnto a generall eye , I may appeare most wedded to my griefes , Yet doth my mind forsake no tast of pleasure , I meane that happy pleasure of the soule , Deuine and sacred contemplation Of that eternall , and most glorious blisse , Proposed as the crowne vnto our soules . Fran. I will be silent , yet that I may serue But as a Decade in the art of memory To put you stil in mind of your owne vertues When your too serious thoughts make you too sad ) Accept me for your seruant honored Lady . Phoe. Those cerimonies are too comon signior Francis , For your vncommon grauitie , and iudgement , And fits them onely , that are nought but cerimony . Ang. Come , I will not sue , stally to be your seruant , But a new tearme , will you be my refuge ? Aur. Your refuge ▪ why sir. Ange. That I might fly to you , when all else faile me . Aur. And you be good at flying , be my Plouer . Ang. Nay take away the P. Aur. Tut , then you cannot fly : Ang. I le warrant you . I le borrow Cupids wings . Aur. Masse then I feare me you le do strange things : I pray you blame me not , if I suspect you , Your owne confession simply doth detect you , Nay and you be so great in Cupids bookes , T' will make me Iealous . you can with your lookes ( I warrant you ) enflame a womans heart , And at your pleasure take loues golden dart , And wound the brest of any vertous maide . Would I were hence : good Faith I am affraid , You can constraine one ere they be aware , To run mad for your loue ? Ang. O this is rate .
Scaene 6. Aurelio , Phoenixella , Francisco , Angelo , Count. COunt . Close with my daughters gentlemen ? wel done , T is like your selues : nay lusty Angelo , Let not my presence make you bauke your sport , I will not breake a minute of discourse Twixt you and one of your faire Mistresses . Ang. One of my mistresses ? why thinks your Lordship I haue so many Count. Many ? no Angelo . I do not thinke th' ast many , some fourteene I here thou hast , euen of our worthiest dames , Of any note , in Millaine . Ang. Nay good my Lord fourteene : it is not so . Count. By 'th the Masse that is t , here are their names to shew Fourteene , or fifteene t 'one . Good Angelo . You need not be ashamd of any of them , They are gallants all . Ang. Sbloud you are such a Lord . Count. Nay stay sweet Angelo , I am disposed Exit Ang: A little to be pleasant past my coustome , He 's gone ? he 's gone , I haue disgrast him shrewdly , Daughters take heede of him , he 's a wild youth , Looke what he sayes to you beleeue him not , He will sweare loue to euery one he sees . Francisco , giue them councell , good Francisco , I dare trust thee with both , but him with neither . Fran. Your Lordship yet may trust both them with him . Exunt .
Scaene 7. Count. Christopher , Count. Well goe your waies away , how now Christopher , What newes with you ? Christ . I haue an humble suit to your good Lordship . Count. A suit Christopher ? what suit I prithee ? Christ . I would craue pardon at your Lordships hands , If it seeme vaine or simple in your sight . Count. I le pardon all simplicity , Christopher , What is thy suit ? Christ . Perhaps being now so old a batcheler , I shall seeme halfe vnwise , to bend my selfe In strict affection to a poore yong maide . Count. What ? is it touching loue Christopher ? Art thou dispost to marry , why t is well . Christo. I , but your Lordship may imagine now That I being steward of your honours house . If I be maried once , will more regard The maintenance of my wife and of my charge , Then the due discharge of my place and office : Count. No , no , Christopher , I know thee honest . Christo. Good faith my Lord , your honour may suspect it ▪ but — Count. Then I should wrong thee , thou hast euer been Honest and true , and will be still I knowe . Chris. I but this marriage alters many men : And you may feare , it will do me my Lord , But ere it do so ? I will vndergoe Ten thousand seuerall deaths . Count. I know it man . Who wouldst thou haue I prithee ? Chris. Rachel de prie , If your good Lordship , graunt me your consent . Count. Rachel de prie ? what the poore beggers daughter ? Shee s a right handsome maide , how poore soeuer , And thou hast my consent , with all my hart . Chris. I humbly thanke your honour . I le now aske her father . Exit . Count. Do so Christofero thou shalt do well . T is strange ( she being so poore ) he should affect her , But this is more strange that my selfe should loue her . I spide her , lately , at her fathers doore , And if I did not see in her sweet face Gentry and noblenesse , nere trust me more : But this perswasion , fancie wrought in me , That fancie being created with her lookes , For where loue is he thinke his ba●est obiect Gentle and noble : I am farre in loue , And shall be forc'd to wrong my honest steward , For I must sat , and seeke her for my selfe ; How much my duetie to my late dead wife , And my owne deere renowne so er● it swaies , I le to her father straight . Loue hates delays . Exit .
Scaene 8. Enter Onion , Iuniper , Valentine , Sebastian , Balthasar , Martino . Onion . Come on Isaith , le ts to some exercise or other my hearts : Fetch the hilts fellow Iuniper , wilt thou play : Exit Martino . Iun.

I cannot resolue you ? t is as I am fitted with the ingenuity , quantity , or quality of the cudgell .

Valen.

How dost thou bastinado the poore cudgell with tearmes ?

Iuni.

O Ingle , I haue the phrases man , and the Anagrams and the Epitaphs , fitting the mistery of the noble science .

Oni.

I le be hangd & he were not misbegotten of some fencer .

Sebast.

Sirrah Valentine , you can resolue me now , haue they their maisters of defence in other countries as we haue here in Italy ?

Valen.

O Lord , I , especially they in Vtopia , there they performe their prizes and chalenges , with as great cerimony as the Italian or any nation else .

Balt

Indeed ? how is the manner of it ( for gods loue ) good Valentine ?

Iuni.

Ingle ? I prithee make recourse vnto vs , wee are thy friends and familiars : sweet Ingle .

Valen.

Why thus sir.

Oni.

God a mercy good Valentine , nay go on .

Iuni.

Silentium bonus socius Onionus , good fellow Onion be not so ingenious , and turbulent : so sir ? and how ? how sweete Ingle ?

Valen.

Marry , first they are brought to the publicke Theater :

Iuni.

What ? ha ? they Theater there

Valen.

Theaters ? I and plaies to : both tragidy and comedy & set foorth with as much state as can be imagined ?

Iuni.

By Gods so ; a man is nobody , till he has trauelled .

Sebast.

And how are their plaies ? as ours are ? extemporall ?

Valen.

O no ? all premeditated things , and some of them very good I faith , my maister vsed to visite them often when he was there .

Balth.

Why how are they in a place where any man may see them ?

Valen.

I , in the common Theaters , I tell you . But the sport is at a new play to obserue the sway and variety of oppinion that passeth it . A man shall haue such a confus'd mixture of iudgement , powr'd out in the throng there , as ridiculous , as laughter it selfe : one saies he likes not the writing , another likes not the plot , another not the playing . And sometimes a fellow that comes not there past once in fiue yeare at a Parliament time or so , will be as deepe myr'd in censuring as the best , and sweare by Gods foote he would neuer stirre his foote to see a hundred such as that is .

Oni.

I must trauell to see these things , I shall nere think well of my selfe else .

Iunip.

Fellow Onion , I le beare thy charges and thou wilt but pilgrimize it along with me , to the land of Vtopia .

Sebast.

Why but me thinkes such rookes as these should be asham'd to iudge .

Valen.

Not a whit ? the rankest stinkard of them all , will take vpon him as peremptory , as if he had writ himselfe in artibus magister .

Sebast.

And do they stand to a popular censure for any thing they present .

Valen.

I euer , euer , and the people generally are very acceptiue and apt to applaud any meritable worke , but there are two sorts of persons that most commonly are infectious to a whole auditory .

Balth.

What be they ?

Iunip.

I come le ts know them .

Oni.

It were good they were noted .

Valen.

Marry ? one is the rude barbarous crue a people that haue no braines , and yet grounded iudgements , these will hisse any thing that mounts aboue their grounded capacities . But the other are worth the obseruation , I faith .

Omnes .

What be they ? what be they ?

Valen.

Faith a few Caprichious gallants .

Iunip.

Caprichious ? stay , that word 's for me .

Valen.

And they haue taken such a habit of dislike in all things , that they will approue nothing , be it neuer so conceited or elaborate , but sit disperst , making faces , and spitting , wagging their vpright eares and cry filthy , filthy . Simply vttering their owne condition , and vsing their wryed countenances in stead of a vice , to turne the good aspects of all that shall sit neere them , from what they behold .

Enter Martino with cudgels . Oni. O that 's well sayd , lay them downe , come sirs . Who plaies , fellow Iuniper , Sebastian , Balthasar : Some body take them vp , come . Iunip.

Ingle Valentine ?

Valen.

Not I sir , I professe it not .

Iunip.

Sebastian .

Sebast.

Balthasar .

Balth.

Who ? I ?

Oni.

Come , but one bout , I le giue hem thee , I faith .

Balth.

Why , here s Martino .

Oni.

Foe he , alas he cannot play a whit , man .

Iunip.

That 's all one : no more could you in stata quo prius , Martino , play with him , euery man has his beginning and conduction .

Mart.

Will you not hurt me fellow Onion ?

Oni. Hurt thee , no ? and I do , put me among pot-hearbs , And chop me to peeces , come on ? Iunip.

By your fauor sweet bullies giue them roome , back , so , Martino , do not looke so thin vpon the matter .

Oni.

Ha , well plaid , fall ouer to my legge now ? so ▪ to your guard againe , excellent , to my head now , make home your blow : spare not me , make it home , good , good againe .

Sebast.

Why how now Peter ?

Valen.

Gods so , Onion has caught a bruise .

Iunip.

Couragio ? be not caprichious ? what ?

Oni.

Caprichious ? not I , I scorn to be caprichious for a scrach , Martino must haue another bout , come .

Val. Seb. Balth.

No , no , play no more , play no more .

Oni.

Foe , t is nothing , a philip , a deuise , fellow Iuniper prithee get me a Plantan , I had rather play with one that had skil by halfe .

Mart.

By my troth , fellow Onion , t was against my will .

Oni. Nay that 's not so , t was against my head , But come , wee le ha one bout more . Iunip.

Not a bout , not a stroke .

Omnes .

No more , no more .

Iunip.

Why I le giue you demonstration , how it came , Thou openest the dagger to falsifie ouer with the back sword frick , and he interrupted , before he could fall to the close .

Oni.

No , no , I know best how it was better than any man here , I felt his play presently : for looke you , I gathered vpon him thus , thus do you see ? for the double locke , and tooke it single on the head .

Valen.

He sayes very true , he tooke it single on the head .

Sebast.

Come le ts go . Enter Martino with a cob-web .

Mar.

Here fellow Onion , here s a cob-web .

Oni.

How ? a cob-web Martino , I will haue another bout with you ? S'wounds do you first breake my head , and then giue me a plaister in scorne ? come to it , I will haue a bout .

Mary .

God's my witnesse .

Oni.

Tut ! your witnesse cannot serue .

Iunip.

S'bloud ? why what , thou art not lunatike , art thou ? and thou bee'st auoide Mephostophiles . Say the signe should be in Aries now : as it may be for all vs , where were your life ? Answere me that ?

Sebast.

Hee sayes well , Onion .

Valen.

I indeed doo's he .

Iunip.

Come , come , you are a foolish Naturalist , go , get a white a of an egge , and a little flax , and close the breach of the head , it is the most conducible thing that can be . Marti●● , do not insinuate vpon your good fortune , but play an honest part and beare away the bucklers . Exeunt .

Act. 3.
Scaene 1. Enter Angelo solus . ANge. My yong and simple friend , Paulo Ferneze , Bound me with mighty solemne coniurations , To be true to him , in his loue , to Rachel , And to solicite his remembrance still , In his enforced absence , much , I faith . True to my friend in cases of affection ? In womens cases ? what a iest it is ? How silly he is , that imagines it ! He is an asse that will keepe promise stricktly In any thing that checkes his priuate pleasure ; Chiefly in loue . S'bloud am not I a man ? Haue I not eyes that are as free to looke ? And bloud to be enflam'd as well as his ? And when it is so , shall I not pursue Mine owne loues longings , but preferre my friends ? I t is a good foole , do so , hang me then , Because I swore , alas , who doo's not know , That louers periuries are ridiculous ? Haue at thee Rachel : I le go court her sure : For now I know her father is abroad . Enter Iaques . S'bloud see , he is here , ô what damn'd lucke is this ? This labour 's lost , I must by no meanes see him . tan , dery , dery , Exit .
Scaene 2. Iaques , Christophere . IAq. Mischiefe and hell , what is this man a spirit , Haunts he my houses ghost ? still at my doore ? He has beene at my doore , he has beene in , In my deere doore : pray God my gold be safe . Enter Christophere . Gods pitty , here s another . Rachel , h● Rachel . Chris. God saue you honest father . Iaq. Rachel , Gods light , come to me , Rachel , Rachel ! Exit . Chris. Now in Gods name what ayles he ? this is strange ! He loues his daughter so , I le lay my life , That hee 's afraid , hauing beene now abroad , I come to seeke her loue vnlawfully . Enter Iaques . Iaq. T is safe , t is safe , they haue not rob'd my treasure . Chris. Let it not seeme offensiue to you sir. Iaq. Sir , Gods my life , sir , sir , call me sir. Chris. Good father here me . Iaq. You are most welcome sir , I meant almost ; and would your worship speake ? Would you abase your selfe to speake to me ? Chris. T is no abasing father : my intent Is to do further honour to you sir Then onely speake : which is to be your sonne . Iaq. My gold is in his nostrels , he has smelt it , Breake breast , breake heart , fall on the earth my entrailes , With this same bursting admiration ! He knowes my gold , he knowes of all my treasure , How do you know sir ? whereby do you guesse ? Chris. At what sir ? what is t you meane ▪ Iaq. I aske , an 't please your Gentle worship , how you know ? I meane , how I should make your worship know That I haue nothing — To giue with my poore daughter ? I haue nothing : The very aire , bounteous to euery man , Is scant to me , sir. Chris. I do thinke good father , you are but poore , Iaq. He thinkes so , harke , but thinke so : He thinkes not so , he knowes of all my treasure . Exit . Chris. Poore man he is so ouerioyed to heare His daughter may be past his hopes bestowed , That betwixt feare and hope ( if I meane simply ) He is thus passionate . Enter Iaques . Iaq. Yet all is safe within , is none without ? No body breake my walles ? Chris. What say you father , shall I haue your daughter ? Iaq. I haue no dowry to bestow vpon her . Chris. I do expect none , father . Iaq. That is well . Then I beseech your worship make no question Of that you wish , t is too much fauour to me . Chris. I le leaue him now to giue his passions breath , Which being setled , I will fetch his daughter : I shall but moue too much , to speake now to him . Exit Christopher● . Iaq. So , hee 's gone , would all were dead and gone , That I might liue with my deere gold alone .
Scaene 3. Iaques , Count. COunt . Here is the poore old man . Iaq. Out of my soule another , comes he hither ? Count. Be not dismaid old man , I come to cheere you . Iaq. To me by heauen , Turne ribs to brasse , turne voice into a trumpet , To rattle out the battels of my thoughts . One comes to hold me talke , while th' other robbes me . Exit . Count. He has forgot me sure : what should this meane ? He feares authority , and my want of wife Will take his daughter from him to defame her : He that hath naught on earth but one poore daughter , May take this extasie of care to keepe her . Enter Iaques . Iaq. And yet t is safe : they meane not to vse force , But fawning comming . I shall easly know By his next question , if he thinke me rich , Whom see I ? my good Lord ? Count. Stand vp good father , I call thee not father for thy age ; But that I gladly wish to be thy sonne , In honoured marriage with thy beauteous daughter . Iaq. O , so , so , so , so , so , this is for gold , Now it is sure , this is my daughters neatnesse , Makes them beleeue me rich . No , my good Lord , I le tell you all ; how my poore haplesse daughter Got that attire she weares from top to toe . Count. Why father , this is nothing . Iaq. O yes , good my Lord . Count. Indeed it is not . Iaq. Nay sweet Lord pardon me ! do not dissemble , Heare your poore beads-man speake ; t is requisite That I ( so huge a beggar ) make account Of things that passe my calling : she was borne T' enioy nothing vnderneath the sonne : But that , if she had more then other beggars She should be enuied : I will tell you then How she had all she weares , her warme shooes ( God wot ) A kind maide gaue her , seeing her go barefoot In a cold frosty morning ; God requite her ; Her homely stockings Count. Father , I le heare no more , thou mou'st too much With thy too curious answere for thy daughter , That doth deserue a thousand times as much , I le be thy Sonne in law , and she shall weare Th' attire of Countesses . Iaq. O good my Lord , Mock not the poore , remembers not your Lordship , That pouerty is the precious gift of God . As well as riches , tread vpon me , rather Then mocke my poorenes . Count. Rise I say : When I mocke poorenes , then heauens make me poore . Enter Nuntius .
Scaene 7. Nuncio , Count. NVn. See here s the Count Ferneze , I will tell him The haplesse accident of his braue sonne , That hee may seeke the sooner to redeeme him , Exit Iaques : God saue your Lordship . Count. You are right welcome sir. Nun. I would I brought such newes as might deserue it . Count. What , bring you me ill newes ? Nun. T is ill my Lord , Yet such as vsuall chance of warre affoords , And for which all men are prepar'd that vse it , And those that vse it not , but in their friends , Or in their children . Count. Ill newes of my sonne ? My deere and onely sonne , I le lay my soule , Ay me accurs'd , thought of his death doth wound me , And the report of it will kill me quite . Nun. T is not so ill my Lord . Count. How then ? Nun. Hee 's taken prisoner , and that 's all . Count. That 's enough , enough , I set my thoughts on loue , on seruile loue , Forget my vertuous wife , feele not the dangers , The bands and wounds of mine owne flesh and bloud , And therein am a mad man : therein plagu'd , With the most iust affliction vnder heauen . Is Maximilian taken prisoner to ? Nun. My good my Lord , he is return'd with prisoners . Count. Is t possible , can Maximilian ? Returne , and view my face without my sonne , For whom he swore such care as for himselfe ? Nun. My Lord no care can change the euents of war . Count. O! in what tempests do my fortunes saile , Still wrackt with winds more foule and contrary , Then any northen guest , or Southerne flawe ? That euer yet inforc't the sea to gape , And swallow the poore Marchants traffique vp ? First in Vicenza , lost I my first sonne ; Next here in Millaine my most deere lou'd Lady : And now my Paulo , prisoner to the French , Which last being printed with my other griefes , Doth make so huge a volume , that my brest Cannot containe them . But this is my loue● I must make loue to Rachel , heauen hath throwne , This vengeance on me most deseruedly : Were it for nought but wronging of my steward . Nun. My Lord since onely mony may redresse The worst of this misfortune , be not griued , Prepare his ransome and your noble sonne Shall greete your cheered eyes , with the more honour . Count. I will prepare his ransome : gratious heauen Grant his imprisonment may be his worst , Honored and souldier like imprisonment , And that he be not manacled and made A drudge to his proude foe . And here I vow , Neuer to dreame of seeme-les amorous toyes , Nor aime at other ioy on earth , But the fruition of my onely sonne . Exunt
Scaene 5. Enter Iaques with his gold and a scuttle full of horse-dung . Iaq , He 's gone : I knew it ; this is our hot louer , I will beleeue them ! If they may come in Like simple woers , and be arrant theeues , And I not know them ! t is not to be told , What seruile villanies , men will do for gold , O it began to haue a huge strong smell , Which lying so long together in a place ; I le giue it vent , it shall ha shift inough , And if the diuell , that enuies all goodnesse , Haue told them of my gold , and where I kept it , I le set his burning nose once more a worke , To smell where I remou'd it , here it is : I le hide and couer it with this horse-dung : Who will suppose that such a precious new Is crownd with such a dunghill excrement ? In my deere life , sleepe sweetly my deere child . " Scarce lawfully begotten , but yet gotten , " And that 's enough . Rot all hands that come neere thee Except mine owne . Burne out all eyes that see thee , Except mine owne . All thoughts of thee be poyson To their enamor'd harts , except mine owne , I le take no leaue , sweet Prince great Emperour , But see thee euery minute , King of Kings , I le not be rude to thee , and turne my backe , In going from thee , but go backward out : With my face toward thee , with humble curtesies , None is within . None ouerlookes my wall . To haue gold , and to haue it safe , is all . Exit .
Actus 3.
Scaene 1. Enter Maximilian , with souldiers Chamount , Camilla , Ferneze , Pacue . Max.

Lord Chamount and your valient friend there ▪ I cannot say welcome to Millaine : your thoughts and that word are not musicall , but I can say you are come to Millaine .

Pac.

Mort d●ew .

Cha.

Gar soone .

Max.

Gentlemen ( I would cal an Emperour so ) you are now my prisoners , I am sorry , marry this , spit in the face of your fortunes , for your vsage shall be honorable .

Cam. Wee know it signior Maximilian , The fame of al your actions sounds nought else , But perfect honour from her swelling cheeks . Max.

It shall do so still I assure you , and I will giue you reason , there is in this last action ( you know ) a noble gentleman of our party , & a right valient ; semblably prisoner to your general , as your honor'd selfe 's to me , for whose safety , this tongue hath giuen warrant to his honorable father , the Count Ferneze . You conceiue me .

Cam.

I signior .

Max.

Well ? then I must tell you your ransomes be to redeeme him , what thinke you ? your answer .

Cam. Marry with my Lords leaue here I say signior , This free & ample offer you haue made , Agrees well with your honour , but not ours : For I thinke not but Chamount is aswell borne As is Ferneze , then if I mistake not , He scornes to haue his worth so vnderprised , That it should neede an adiunct , in exchange , Of any equall fortune . Noble Signior ? I am a souldier , and I loue Chamount , Ere I would bruse his estimation , With the least ruine of mine owne respect , In this vild kind , these legs should rot with irons , This body pine in prison , till the flesh Dropt from my bones in flakes , like withered leaues , In heart of Autumne , from a stubborne Oke . Maxi.

Mounsieur Gasper ( I take it so is your name ) misprise me not , I wil trample on the hart , on the soule of him that shall say , I will wrong you : what I purpose , you cannot now know ; but you shall know , and doubt not to your contentment . Lord Chamount , I will leaue you , whilest I go in and present my selfe to the honorable Count , till my regression so please you , your noble feete may measure this priuate , pleasant and most princely walke , Souldiers regard them and respect them .

Pac.

O Ver bon : excellenta gull , he tak'a my Lord Chamount for Mounsieur Gaspra , & Mounsieur Gaspra for my Lord Chamont , ô dis be braue for make a me laugh'a , ha , ha , ha , ô my heart tickla .

Cam. I but your Lordship knowes not what hard fate Might haue pursued vs , therefore howsoere The changing of our names was necessary And we must now be carefull to maintaine This error strongly , which our owne deuise , Hath thrust into their ignorant conceits , For should we ( on the taste of this good fortune ) Appeare our selues , t' would both create in them A kinde of iealousie , and perchaunce inuert Those honourable courses they intend . Cha. True my deere Gasper : but this hangby here , Will ( at one time or other ) on my soule Discouer vs : A secret in his mouth Is like a wild bird put into a cage , Whose doore no sooner opens , but t is out . But sirra , if I may but know Thou vtterst it Pac. Vtteri● ? vat Mounsieur ? Cha. That he is Gasper , and I true Chamount . Pac. O pardone ●●y , fore my tongue shall put out de secreta , Shall breede de ●an●ra in my mouth . Count. Speake not so loud Pacus . Pac. Foe , you shall not heare foole , for all your long eare , Reguard Mounsieur : you be de Chamont , Chamont be Gaspra . Enter Count Ferneze , Maximilian , Francesco , Aurelia , Phoenixella , Finio . Cha. Peace , here comes Maximilian . Cam. O belike that 's the Count Ferneze , that old man . Cha. Are those his daughters , trow ? Cam. I sure , I thinke they are . Cha. Fore God the taller is a gallant Lady . Cam. So are they both beleeue me . Max.

True my honorable Lord , that Chamont was the father of this man .

Count. O that may be , for when I lost my sonne , This was but yong it seemes . Fran. Faith had Camillo liued , He had beene much about his yeares , my Lord . Count. He had indeed , well , speake no more of him . Max.

Signior perceiue you the errour ? t was no good office in vs to stretch the remembrance of so deere a losse . Count Ferneze , let sommer sit in your eye , looke cheerefully sweete Count , will you do me the honour to confine this noble spirit within the circle of your armes ?

Count. Honor'd Chamont reach me your valiant hand , I could haue wisht some happier accident ▪ Had made the way vnto this mutuall knowledge , Which either of vs now must take of other , But sure it is the pleasure of our fates , That we should thus be wrack't on Fortunes wheele , Let vs prepare with steeled patience To tread on torment , and with mindes confirm'd Welcome the worst of enuy . Max.

Noble Lord , t is thus . I haue here ( in mine honour ) set this gentleman free , without ransome , he is now himselfe , his valour hath deseru'd it , in the eye of my iudgement . Mounsieur Gasper you are deere to me : fortuna non mutuat genus . But to the maine , if it may square with your Lordships liking , and his loue , I could desire that he were now instantly imployed to your noble Generall in the exchange of Ferneze for your selfe , it is the businesse that requires the tender hand of a friend .

Count. I , and it would be with more speed effected , If he would vndertake it . Max.

True my Lord . Mounsieur Gasper , how stand you affected to this motion ?

Cha. My duty must attend his Lordships will . Max. What sayes the Lord Chamont ? Cam. My will doth then apprroue what these haue vrg'd . Max.

Why there is good harmony , good musicke in this ▪ Mounsieur Gasper , you shall protract no time , onely I will giue you a bowle of rich wine to the health of your Generall , another to the successe of your iourney , and a third to the loue of my sword . Passe .

Exeunt all but Aurelia and Phoenixella . Aure. Why how now sister in a motley muse ? Go to , ther s somewhat in the wind , I see . Faith this browne study suites not with your blacke , Your habit and your thoughts are of two colours . Phoen.

Good faith me thinkes that this young Lord Chamont fauours my mother , sister , does he not ?

Aure. A mothelry conceite , ô blind excuse , Blinder then loue himselfe . Well sister , well . Cupid hath tane his stand in both your eyes , The case is alterd . Phoen. And what of that ? Aure. Nay nothing but a Saint . Another Bridget , one that for a face Would put downe Vesta , in whose lookes doth swim , The very sweetest creame of modesty . You to turne tippet ? fie , fie , will you giue A packing penny to Virginity . I thought youl 'd dwell so long in Cypres I le , You 'd worship Maddam Venus at the length ; But come , the strongest fall , and why not you ? Nay , do not frowne . Phoen. Go , go , you foole . Adiew . Exit . Aure. Well I may iest , or so : but Cupid knowes My taking is as bad , or worse then hers . O Mounsieur Gasper ? if thou bee'st a man , Be not affraid to court me , do but speake , Challenge thy right and weare it : for I sweare Till thou arriud'st , nere came affection here . Exit . Enter Pacus , Finio . Fin. Come on my sweet finicall Pacus , the very prime Of Pages , here s an excellent place for vs to practise in , No body sees vs here , come le ts to it . Enter Onion . Pac. Contenta● Reguarde , vou le Preimer . Oni. Sirra Finio ? Pac. Mort dei● le pesant . Oni. Didst thou see Valentine ? Finio . Valentine ? no. Oni. No ? Fini. No. Sirrah Onion , whither goest ? Oni.

O I am vext , he that would trust any of these lying trauellers .

Finio . I prithee stay good Onion . Pac. Mounsieur Onion , veneca , come hidera , Ie vou prey . By gar me ha see two , tree , foure hundra towsand of your Cousan hang , Lend me your hand , shall prey for know you bettra . Oni.

I thanke you good signior Parla vou ? O that I were in an other world , in the Ingies , or some where , that I might haue roome to laugh .

Pac. A we fort boon : stand ? you be deere now , me come , Boon iout Mounsieur . Vnder the arme . Fin. God morrow good signior . Pac By gar , be mush glad for see you . Fin I returne you most kind thanks sir. Oni. How ? how ? Sbloud this is rare ? Pac. Nay , shall make you say rare by and by , Reguard Mounsieur Finio , The shoulder Fin. Signior Pache. Pac. Dieu vou gard Mounsieur . Fin. God saue you sweet signior . Pac. Mounsieur Onion ? is not for t boon . Oni. Beane ? quoth he , would I were in debt of a pottle of beanes I could do as much . Fin. Welcome signior , what s next ? Pac. O here , Void de grand admiration , as should meet perchance Mounsieur Finio . Fin. Mounsieur Pacus ▪ Pac. Iesu ? by Gar who thinke wee shall meete here ? Fin. By this hand I am not a little proud of it , sir Oni : This trick is onely for the the chamber , it cannot be cleanly done abroad . Pac. Well what say you for dis den ? Mounsieur . Fin.

Nay pray , sir.

Pac. Par ma foy vou bein encounters ? Fin What doe you meane sir , let your gloue alone . Pac. Comen , se porte la sante . Fin. Faith exceeding well sir. Pac , Trot , be mush ioy for heire . Fin. And how is t with you sweet signior Pache. Pac. Fat comme vou voyer . Oni. Yong gentlemen ? spirits of bloud , if euer you le tast of a sweet peece of mutton , do Onion a good turne now . Pac. Que que , parla Mounseir , what is t . Oni. Faith teach me one of these tricks . Pac.

O me shall doe presently , stand you deere , you signior deere , my selfe is here : so sort bein , now I parle to Mounseir Onion , Onion pratla to you , you speaka to me , so , and as you parle chang the bonet , Mounseir Onion .

Oni.

Mounseiur Finio .

Fin.

Mounseur Pacue .

Pac.

Pray be couera .

Oni.

Nay I beseech you sir.

Fin.

What do you meane .

Pac.

Pardon moy , shall be so ,

Oni.

O God sir.

Fin.

Not I in good faith sir.

Pac.

By gar you must .

Oni :

It shall be yours .

Fin.

Nay then you wrong me ,

Oni.

Well and euer I come to be great ▪

Pac.

You be big enough for de Onion already ,

Oni.

I meane a great man .

Fin.

Then thou 'dst be a monster .

Oni.

Well God knowes not what fortune may doe , commaund me , vse me from the soule to the crowne , and the crowne to the soule : meaning not onely from the crowne of the head , and the sole of the foot , but also the foote of the mind and the crownes of the purse , I cannot stay now yong gentlemen but — time was , time is , and time shall be . Exeunt .

Enter Chamount , Camillo . Cha. Sweet Iasper I am sorry we must part , But strong necessity enforceth it . Let not the time seeme long vnto my friend , Till my returne for by our loue I sweare ( The sacred spheare wherein our soules are knit ) I will endeauour to effect this busines With all industrious care and happy speed , Cam. My Lord these circumstances would come well , To one lesse capable of your desert Then I : in whom your mirrit is confirmed With such authenticall and grounded proues . Cha. Well I will vse no more . Gasper adiew . Cam. Farewell my honored Lord . Cha. Commend me to the Lady , my good Gasper : Cam. I had remembred that had not you vrgd it . Cha. Once more adiew sweet Gasper . Cam. My good Lord. Exit Camillo . Cha. Thy vertues are more precious then thy name , Kind gentleman I would not sell thy loue , For all earthly obiects that mine eyes , Haue euer tasted , sure thou art nobly borne , How euer fortune hath obscurd thy birth : For natiue honour sparkles in thine eyes , How may I blesse the time wherein Chamont My honored father did surprise vicenza , Where this my friend ( knowen by no name ) was found , Being then a child and scarce of power to speake , To whom my father gaue this name of Gasper , And as his owne respected him to death , Since when wee two haue shard our mutuall fortunes , With equall spirits , and but deathes rude hand , No violence shall dissolue this sacred band . Exit . Enter Iuniper in his shop singing : to him Onion . Oni.

Fellow Iuniper , no more of thy songs and sonets , sweet Iuniper , no more of thy hymnes and madrigals , thou sing'st , but I sigh .

Iuni.

What s the matter Peter ha ? what in an Academy still , still in sable , and costly black array ? ha ?

Oni.

Prithee rise mount , mount sweet Iuniper , for I goe downe the wind , and yet I puffe : for I am vext .

Iuni.

Ha Bully ? vext ? what intoxicate ? is thy braine in a quintescence ? an Idea ? a metamorphosis ? an Apology ? ha rogue ? come this loue feeds vpon thee , I see by thy cheekes , and drinkes healthes of vermilion , teares I see by thine eyes .

Oni.

I confesse Cupids carouse , he plaies super negulum with my liquor of life

Iuni.

Tut , thou art a goose to be Cupids gull , go to , no more of this contemplations , & calculations , mourne not , for Rachels thine owne

Oni.

For that let the higher powers worke : but sweet Iuniper , I am not sad for her , and yet for her in a second person , or if not so , yet in a third .

Iuni.

How second person ? away , away , in the crotchets already Longitude and Latitude ? what second ? what person ? ha ?

Oni.

Iuniper , I le bewray my selfe before thee , for thy company is sweet vnto me , but I must entreat thy helping hand in the case .

Iuni.

Tut ? no more of this surquedry ; I am thine owne ? ad vngem vpsie freeze : pell mel , come , what case ? what case ?

Oni.

For the case it may be any mans case , aswell as mine , Rachel I meane , but I le medle with her anon , in the meane time , Valentine is the man hath wrongd me .

Iuni.

How ? my Ingle wrong thee , is t possible ?

Oni.

Your Ingle , hang him infidell , well and if I be not reuengd one him let Peter Onion ( by the infernall Gods ) be turned to a leeke or a scalion , I spake to him for a ditty for this handkerchier .

Iuni.

Why , has he not done it ?

Oni.

Done it , not a verse by this hand .

Iuni.

O in diebus illis , O preposterous , wel come be blith , the best inditer of them al is somtimes dul , fellow Onion , pardon mine Ingle : he is a man , has impefections and declinations , as other men haue , his masse somtimes cannot caruet nor prognisticat and come of , as it should , no matter , I le hammer our a paraphrase for thee my selfe .

Oni.

No sweet Iuniper , no danger doth breed delay , loue makes me chollericke , I can beare no longer .

Iuni.

Not beare ? what my mad Meridian slaue ? not beare ? what ?

Oni.

Cupids burden : t is to heauy ▪ to tollerable , and as for the handkerchire and the posie : I will not trouble thee : but if thou wilt goe with me into her fathers bookside , old Iaques backside , and speake for me to Rachel , I wil not being ratitude , the old man is abroad and all .

Iuni.

Art thou sure on 't .

Oni.

As sure as an obligation .

Iuni.

Let s away then , come we spend time in a vaine circumference , trade I cashire thee til to morrow , fellow Onion for thy sake I finish this workiday .

Oni.

God a mercy ▪ and for thy sake I le at any time make a holiday . Exunt .

Enter Angelio , Rachel . Ang. Nay I prithee Rachel , I come to comfort thee ▪ Be not so sad . Rach. O signior Angelo , No comfort but his presence can remoue , This sadnesse from my heart . Ang. Nay then y' are fond , And want that strength of iudgement and election , That should be attendent on your yeares and forme , Will you , because your Lord is taken prisoner , Blubber and weepe and keepe a peeuish stirre , As though you would turne turtle with the newes , Come , come , be wise . Sblood say your Lord should die : And you goe marre your face as you begin , What would you doe trow ? who would care for you ; But this it is , when nature will bestow Her gifts on such as know not how to vse them , You shall haue some that had they but one quarter Of your faire beauty ? they would make it shew A little otherwise then you do this , Or they would see the painter twice an hower , And I commend them I , that can vse art , With such iudiciall practise . Rach. You talke iedly , If this be your best comfort keepe it still , My sences cannot feede on such sower cates . Ang. And why sweet heart . Rach. Nay leaue good signior . Ang. Come I haue sweeter vyands yet in store . Enter Onion and Iuniper . Iuni.

I in any case mistres Rachel .

Ang.

Rachel ?

Rach.

Gods pitty signior Angelo , I here my father , away for Gods sake .

Ang:

S'bloud , I am betwixt , I thinke , this is twice now , I haue been serued thus . Exit

Rach.

Pray God he meet him not . Exit Rechel .

Oni.

O braue ? she 's yonder , O terrible shee 's gone .

Iuni.

Yea ? so nimble in your Dilemma's , and your Hiperbole's Hay my loue ? O my loue , at the first sight : By the masse .

Oni.

O how she skudded , O sweet scud , how she tripped , O delicate trip and goe .

Iuni.

Come thou art enamored with the influence of her profundity , but sirrah harke a little .

Oni.

O rare , what ? what ? passing Ifaith , what is t ? what is t ?

Iuni.

What wilt thou say now , if Rachel stand now , and play hity tity through the keyhole , to behold the equipage of thy person :

Oni :

O sweet equipage , try good Iuniper , tickle her , talke , talke , O? rare

Iuni. Mistris Rachel ( watch then if her father come ) Rachel ? Madona ? Rachel ? No. Oni. Say I am here , Onion or Peter or so . Iuni.

No , I le knock , wee le not stand vpon Horizons , and tricks , but fall roundly to the matter .

Oni.

Well said sweet Iuniper : Horizons ? hang hem ? knock , knock .

Rach.

Whose there ? father .

Iuni.

Father no ? and yet a father , if you please to be a mother .

Oni.

Well said Iuniper , to her againe , a smack or two more of the mother

Iuni.

Do you here ? sweet soule , sweet radamant ? sweet mathauell one word Melpomine ? are you at leasure .

Rach.

At leasure ? what to do ▪

Iuni.

To doe what , to doe nothing , but to be liable to the extasie of true loues exigent , or so , you smell my meaning .

Oni.

Smell , filthy , fellow Iuniper filthy ? smell ? O most odious .

Iuni.

How filthy .

Oni.

Filthy , by this finger ? smell ? smell a rat , smel a pudding , away these tricks are for truls , a plaine wench loues plaine dealing , i le vpon my selfe , smel to march paine wench .

Iuni.

With all my heart , I le be legitimate and silent as anapple-squire , I le see nothing , and say nothing .

Oni.

Sweet hart , sweet hart ?

Iuni.

And bag pudding , ha , ha , ha ?

Iaq.

What Rachel my girle what Rachel ; Within

Oni.

Gods lid ▪

Iaq.

What Rachel , Within

Rach.

Here I am Within

Oni

What rakehell cals Rachel : O treason to my loue .

Iuni.

It s her father on my life , how shall wee entrench and edifie our selues from him ?

Oni.

O conni-catching Cupid . Enter Iaques .

Iaq. How in my back side ? where ? what come they for ? Onion gets vp into a tree . Where are they ? Rachel ? theeues , theeues ? Stay villaine slaue : Rachel ? vntye my dog . Nay theife thou canst not scape . Igni. I pray you sir. Oni A pitifull Onion , that thou hadst a rope . Iaq.

Why Rachel : when I say : let loose my dog ? garlique my mastiue , let him loose I say .

Iuni.

For Gods sake here me speake , keepe vp your cur .

Oni.

I feare not garlique , hee le not bite Onion his kinsman , pray God he come out , and then thei le not smell me .

Iaq.

well then deliuer , come deliuer slaue ?

Iuni.

What should I deliuer ?

Iaq.

O thou wouldst haue me tell thee ? wouldst thou shew me thy hands , what hast thou in thy hands ?

Iuni.

Here be my hands .

Iaq.

Stay are not thy fingers ends begrimd with durt , no thou hast wipt them .

Iuni.

Wipt them ?

Iaq.

I thou villaine ? thou art a subtile knaue , put off thy shewes , come I will see them , giue me a knife here Rachel , I le rip the soles .

Oni.

No matter he 's a cobler , he can mend them .

Iuni.

What are you mad ? are you detestable , would you make an Anatomy of me , thinke you I am not true Ortographie ?

Iaq.

Ortographie , Anatomy ?

Iuni.

For Gods sake be not so inuiolable ▪ I am no ambuscado , what predicament call you this , why do you intimate so much .

Iaq.

I can feele nothing .

Oni.

Bi r Lady but Onion feeles something .

Iaq.

Soft sir , you are not yet gon , shake your legs , come , and your armes , be briefe , stay let me see these drums , these kilderkins , these bombard slops , what is it crams hem so .

Iuni.

Nothing but haire .

Iaq.

That s true , I had almost forgot this rug , this hedg hogs nest , this haymowe , this beares skin , this heath , this firsbush .

Iuni.

O let me goe , you teare my haire , you reluolue my braines and vnderstanding .

Iaq. Heart , thou art somewhat eas'd ? halfe of my feare Hath tane his leaue of my , the other halfe Still keepes possession in dispight of hope , Vntill these amorous eyes , court my faire gold : Deare I come to thee : friend , why art not gone ? Auoid my soules vexation , Sathan hence ? Why doest thou stare on me , why doest thou stay ? Why por'st thou on the ground with theeuish eyes ? What see'st thou there , thou curre ? what gap'st thou at ? Hence from my house , Rachel , send garlick forth . Iunip. I am gone sir , I am gone , for Gods sake stay . Exit Iuniper . Iaq. Pack● , and thanke God thou scap'st so well away . Oni. If I scape this tree , destinies , I defie you . Iaq. I cannot see by any Characters Writ on this earth , that any fellon foote Hath tane acquaintance of this hallowed ground . None sees me : knees do homage to your Lord . T is safe , t is safe , it lyes and sleepes so soundly , T would do one good to looke on 't . If this blisse Be giuen to any man that hath much gold , Iustly to say t is safe , I say t is safe . O what a heauenly round these two words dance Within me and without me : First I thinke hem , And then I speake hem , then I watch their sound , And drinke it greedily with both ruine eares , Then thinke , then speake , then drinke their sound againe , And racket round about this bodies court . These two sweet words : t is safe : stay I will feed My other sences ; ô how sweet it smels Oni. I mar'le he smels not Onion , being so neere it . Iaq. Downe to thy graue againe , thou beauteous Ghost , Angels men say , are spirits : Spirits be Inuisible , bright angels are you so ? Be you inuisible to euery eye . Saue onely these : Sleepe , I le not breake your rest , Though you breake mine : Deare Saints adiew , adiew : My feete part from you , but my soule dwels with you . Exit . Oni. Is he gone ? ô Fortune my friend , & not fortune my foe , I come downe to embrace thee , and kisse thy great toe . Enter Iuniper . Iunip. Fellow Onion ? Peter . Oni. Fellow Iuniper . What 's the old panurgo gone ? departed , cosmografied , ha ? Oni. O I , and harke Sirrah . Shall I tell him ? no. Iunip.

Nay , be briefe and declare , stand not vpon conodrums now , thou knowest what contagious speeches I haue sufferd for thy sake and he should come againe and inuent me here .

Oni. He saies true , it was for my sake , I will tell him . Sirra Iuniper ? and yet I will not . Iunip. What sayest thou sweete Onion ? Oni.

And thou hadst smelt the sent of me when I was in the tree , thou wouldest not haue said so : but Sirra , The case is alterd with me , my heart has giuen loue a box of the eare , made him kicke vp the heeles I faith .

Iunip.

Sayest thou me so , mad Greeke ? how haps it ? how chances it .

Oni.

I cannot hold it , Iuniper , haue an eye , looke , haue an eye to the doore , the old prouerb 's true , I see : gold is but mucke . Nay Gods so Iuniper to the doore , an eye to the maine chance , here you slaue , haue an eye .

Iunip.

O inexorable ! ô infallible ! ô infricate deuine , and superficiall fortune .

Oni.

Nay , it will be sufficient anon , here , looke heere .

Iunip.

O insolent good lucke ! How didst thou produce th' intelligence of the gold mynerals .

Oni.

I le tell you that anon , heere , make shift , conuey , cramme .

I le teach you how you shall call for garlike againe I faith .

Iunip.

S'bloud what shall we do with all this ? we shall nere bring it to a consumption .

Oni.

Consumption ? why wee le bee most sumptuously attir'd , man .

Iunip.

By this gold , I will haue three or foure most stigmaticall suites presently .

Oni.

I le go in my foot-cloth , I le turne Gentleman :

Iunip.

So will I.

Oni.

But what badge shall we giue , what cullison ?

Iunip.

As for that lets vse the infidelity and commiseration of some harrot of armes , he shall giue vs a gudgeon .

Oni.

A gudgeon ? a scutheon thou wouldst say , man .

Iunip.

A scuicheon or a gudgeon , all is one .

Oni.

Well , our armes be good inough , le ts looke to our legges .

Iunip.

Content , wee le be iogging .

Oni.

Rachel ? we retire : garlike God boy ye .

Iunip.

Farewell sweete Iaques .

Oni.

Farewell sweete Rachel , sweet dogge adiew . Exeunt .

Enter Maximilian , Count Ferneze , Aurelia , Phoenixella , Pache. Max. Nay but sweet Count. Count. Away , I le heare no more , Neuer was man so palpably abusd , My sonne so basely marted ; and my selfe Am made the subiect of your mirth and scorne . Max. Count Ferneze you tread to hard vpon my patience , Do not persist I aduise your Lordship . Count. I will persist , and vnto thee I speake . Thou Maximilian thou hast iniur'd me . Max. Before the Lord : Aur. Sweet signior . Phoe. O my father . Max. Lady let your father thank your beauty . Pac. By gar●e shall be hang for tell● di● same , Metella madamoyselle , she tell her fadera . Count. The true Chamount set free , and one left here Of no descent , clad barely in his name . Sirrah boy come hither , and be sure , you speake the simple truth : Pac. O pardon●●●oy mounsieur . Count Come leaue your pardons , and directly say . What villaine is the same that hath vsurpt , The honor'd name and person of Chamount : Pac.

O Mounsieur , no point villaine ▪ braue Cheualier , Mounsieur Gasper .

Count.

Mo●usieur Gasper , on what occasion did they change their names , what was their policy , or their pre●e●● .

Pac.

Me canno tell , par ma foy Mounsieur .

Max.

My honorable Lord .

Count.

Tut tut , be silent .

Max.

Silent ? Count Ferneze , I tell thee if Amurath the great Turke were here I would speake , and he should here me :

Count.

So will not I.

Max.

By my fathers hand , but thou shalt Count , I say till this instant , I was neuer toucht in my reputation : here me you shall knowe that you haue wrongd me , and I wil make you acknowledge it , if I cannot my sword shall .

Count. By heauen I will not , I will stop mine eares , My sences loath the Sauiour of thy breath . T is poyson to me , I say I will not heare . What shall I know , t is you haue iniurd me , What will you make ? make me acknowledge it . Fetch forth that Gasper , that lewd counterfeit . Enter seruing with Camillo . I le make him to your face approue your wrongs . Come on false substance , shadow to Chamont : Had you none else to worke vpon but me , Was I your fittest proiect ? well confesse , What you intended by this secret plot . And by whose policy it was contriu'd , Speake truth , and be intreated courteously , But double with me , and resolue to proue The extremest rigor that I can inflict . Cam. My honor'd Lord , heare me with patience , Nor hope of fauour , nor the feare of torment , Shall sway my tongue , from vttring of a truth . Count. T is well , proceed then . Cam. The morne before this battell did begin . Wherein my Lord Chamount and I were tane , We vow'd one mutuall fortune , good or bad , That day should be imbraced of vs both , And vrging that might worst succeede our vow , We there concluded to exchange our names . Count. Then Maximilian tooke you for Chamount . Cam. True noble Lord . Count. T is false , ignoble wretch , T was but a complot to betray my sonne . Max. Count , thou lyest in thy bosome , Count : Count : Lye ? Cam. Nay I beseech you honor'd gentlemen , Let not the vntimely ruine of your loue , Follow these sleight occurents ; be assured Chamounts returne will heale these wounds againe , And breake the points of your too piercing thoughts . Count. Returne ? I when ? when will Chamount returne ? Hee le come to fetch you , will he ? I t is like , Youl 'd haue me thinke so , that 's your policy . No , no , yong gallant , your deuice is stale ▪ You cannot feed me with so vaine a hope . Cam. My Lord , I feede you not with a vaine hope , I know assuredly he will returne , And bring your noble sonne along with him . Max. I , I dare pawne my soule he will returne . Count. O impudent dirision ? open scorne ? Intollerable wrong ? is 't not inough ? That you haue plaid vpon me all this while ; But still to mocke me , still to iest at me ? Fellowes , away with him , thou ill-bred slaue , That sets no difference twixt a noble spirit , And thy owne slauish humour , do not thinke But i le take worthy vengeance on thee , wretch ? Cam. Alas , these threats are idle , like the wind , And breed no terror in a guiltlesse mind . Count.

Nay , thou shalt want no torture , so resolue , bring him away .

Cam. Welcome the worst , I suffer for a friend , Your tortures will , my loue shall neuer end . Exeunt . Manent Maximillian , Aurelia , Phoenixella , Pacue . Phoen. Alas poore gentleman , my fathers rage Is too extreame , too sterne and violent ! O that I knew with all my strongest powers , How to remoue it from thy patient breast , But that I cannot , yet my willing heart , Shall minister in spight of tyranny To thy misfortune , something there is in him , That doth enforce this strange affection , With more then common rapture in my breast : For being but Gasper , he is still as deare To me , as when he did Chamount appeare . Exit Phoenixella . Aure.

But in good sadnesse Signior , do you thinke Chamount will returne ?

Max.

Do I see your face , Lady ?

Aure.

I sure , If loue haue not blinded you .

Max.

That is a question , but I will assure you no , I can see , and yet loue is in mine eye : well , the Count your father simply hath dishonor'd me : and this steele shall engraue it on his burgonet .

Aure.

Nay , sweet Signior .

Max. Lady , I do preferre my reputation to my life , But you shall rule me , come le ts march . Exit Maximillian . Aure. I le follow Signior , ô sweet Queene of loue ! Soueraigne of all my thoughts , and thou faire fortune , Who ( more to honour my affections ) Hast thus translated Gasper to Chamount . Let both your flames now burne in one bright speare ▪ And giue true light to my aspiring hopes , Hasten Chamounts returne , let him affect me , Though father , friends , and all the world reiect me . Exit . Enter Angelo , Christopher . Ange. Sigh for a woman , would I fould mine armes , Raue in my sleepe , talke idly being awake , Pine and looke pale , make loue-walkes in the night , To steale cold comfort from a day-starres eyes . Kit , thou art a foole , wilt thou be wise ? then lad Renounce this boy-gods nice idolatry , Stand not on complement , and wooing trickes , Thou louest old Iaques daughter , doest thou ? Chris. Loue her ? Ange. Come , come , I know 't , be rul'd and shee s thine owne , thou 't say her father Iaques , the old begger , Hath pawnd his word to thee , that none but thou , Shalt be his sonne in law . Chris. He has . Ange. He has ? wilt thou beleeue him , and be made a kooke , To waite on such an antique wethercocke ; Why he is more inconstant then the sea , His thoughts , Cameleon-like , change euery minute : No Kit , worke soundly , steale the wench away , Wed her , and bed her , and when that is done , Then say to Iaques , shall I be your sonne ? But come to our deuise , where is this gold ? Chris. Heere Signior Angelo . Ange. Bestow it , bid thy hands shed golden drops , Let these bald french crownes be vncouered , In open sight , to do obey sance To Iaques staring eyes when he steps forth , The needy beggar will be glad of gold . So , now keepe thou aloose , and as he treades This guilded path , stretch out his ambling hopes , With scattring more & more , & as thou go'st , cry Iaques , Iaques Chris. Tush , let me alone . Ang. First i le play the ghost , I le cal him out , Kit keep aloofe . Chris.

But Signior Angelo . Where wil your selfe and Rachel stay for me , after the iest is ended ?

Ange.

Masse , that 's true , at the old Priory behinde S. Foyes.

Chris.

Agreed , no better place , i le meete you there .

Ange. Do good foole , do , but i le not meet you there . Now to this geere , Iaques , Iaques , what Iaques ? within Iaq. Who cals ? whose there ? Ange. Iaques . within Iaq. Who cals ? Ange. Steward , he comes , he comes Iaques . Enter Iaques . Iaq. What voice is this ? no body here , was I not cald ? I was . And one cride Iaques with a hollow voyce , I was deceiu'd , no I was not deceiu'd , See see , it was an Angell cald me forth , Gold , gold , man-making gold , another starre , Drop they from heauen , no , no , my house I hope Is haunted with a Fairy . My deere Lar , My houshold God , My Fairy on my knees . Christ . Iaques . Exit Christopher● . Iaq. My Lar doth call me , ô sweet voyce . Musicall as the spheares , see , see , more gold . within Chris. Iaques . Enter Rachel . Iaq. What Rachel , Rachel , lock my doore , looke to my house . within Chris. Iaques . Iaq.

Shut fast my doore , a golden crowne , Iaques shall be a king . Exit .

Ange. To a fooles paradice that path will bring Thee and thy houshold ●ar . Rach. What means my father , I wonder what strange humor . Ange. Come sweete soule , leaue wondring , start not , t was I laid this plot to get thy father forth . Rach. O Angelo . Ange. O me no oo's , but heare , my Lord your loue , Paulo Ferneze is returnd from warre , Lingers at Pont Valeria , and from thence By post at midnight last , I was coniur'd To man you thither , stand not on replies , A horse is sadled for you , will you go , And I am for you , if you will stay , why so . Rach. O Angelo , each minute is a day till my Ferneze come , come wee le away sir. Ange. Sweet soule I guesse thy meaning by thy lookes , At pont Valerio thou thy loue shalt see , But not Ferneze , Steward fare you well . You wait for Rachel to , when can you tell ? Exeunt , Enter Iaq. Iaq. O in what golden circle haue I dan'st ? Millaine these od'rous and enfloured fields Are none of thine , no here s Elizium , Heere blessed ghosts do walke , this is the Court And glorious palace where the God of gold Shines like the sonne , of sparkling maiesty ; O faire fethered , my red-brested birds , Come flye with me , i le bring you to a quie● , Whose consort being sweetned with your sound : The musique will be fuller , and each hower Enter Christ . These eares shall banquet with your harmony ô , ô , ô , Chris. At the old priorie , behind Saint Foyes , That was the place of our appointment sure : I hope he will not make me loose my gold , And mock me to , perhaps they are within : I le knock . Iaq. O God , the case is alterd . Christ . Rachel ? Angelo ? Signior Angelo ? Iaq. Angels ? I where ? mine Angels ? wher 's my gold ? Why Rachel ? O thou theeuish Canibal , Thou eatest my flesh in stealing of my gold . Chris. What gold ? Iaq. What gold ? Rachel call help , come forth , I le rip thine entrailes , but i le haue my gold : Rachel why comes thou not ? I am vndone , Ay me she speakes not , thou hast slaine my child . Exit Chris. What is the man possest trow ? this is strange , Rachel I see is gone with Angelo : Well i le once againe vnto the priory , And see if I can meete them . Exit Christopher , Iaq. T is too true , Enter Iaques ▪ Th' ast made away my child , how hast my golds O what Hienna cald me out of dores , The theife is gone : my gold 's gone , Rachels gone , Al 's gone ? saue I that spend my cries in vaine , But i le hence too , and di● or end this paine . Exit . Enter Iuniper , Onion , F●nto , Valentine . Iuni. Swonds , let me goe , hay catso , catch him aliue , I call , I call , boy . I come , I come sweet heart . Oni. Page hold my rapier , while I hold my freind here . Valen.

O heer 's a sweet metamorphosis , a cupple of buzzards turn'd to a paire of peacocks .

Iuni.

Signior Onion , lend me thy boy to vnhang my rapier :

On.

Signior Iuniper for once or so , but troth is , you must inueigle , as I haue done , my Lords page here a poor folower of mine .

Iuni.

Hel ho , your page then sha'not be super intendent vpon me ? he shall not be addicted ? he shall not be incident ? he shall not be incident ? he shall not be incident , shall he ?

Fin.

O sweet signior Iuniper . He foynes

Iuni.

Sbloud stand away princocks ? do not aggrauate my ioy .

Valen.

Nay good Maister . Onion .

Oni.

Nay and he haue the heart to draw my bloud , let him come .

Iuni.

I le slice you Onion , I le slice you ?

Oni.

I le cleaue you Iuniper .

Valen.

Why hold , hold , ●ough ? what do you meane ?

Iuni.

Let him come Ingle , stand by boy , his allebaster blad cannot feare me .

Fin.

Why heare you sweet signior , let not there be any contention , betweene my Maister & you , about me , if you want a page sir , I can helpe you to a proper stripling .

Iuni.

Canst thou ? what parentage ? what ancestry ? what genealogy is he ?

Fin.

A french boy sir.

Iuni.

Has he his French linguist ? has he ?

Fin.

I , sir.

Iuni.

Then transport him : her 's a crusado for thee .

Oni.

You will not , imbecell my seruant with your beneuolence will you , hold boy their 's a portmantu for thee .

Fin.

Lord sir.

On.

Do take it boy , it s three pounds ten shill. a portmantu .

Fin.

I thanke your Lordship . Exit Finio .

Iuni.

Sirrah Ningle : thou art a traueller , and I honour thee . I prithee discourse ? cherish thy muse ? discourse ?

Valen.

Of what sir ?

Iuni.

Of what thou wilt . Sbloud ? hang sorrow ?

Oni.

Prithy Valentine a●loile me one thing .

Valen.

T is pitty to soile you sir , your new apparell .

On.

Masse thou saist true , aparel makes a man forget himself .

Iun.

Begin , find your tongue Ningle .

Val.

Now will gull these ganders rarely : Gentlemen hauing in my peregrination through Mesopotamia .

Iun. Speake legibly , this gam 's gone , without the great mercy of God , Here s a fine tragedy indeed . Ther s a Keisars royall . By Gods lid , nor King nor Keisar shall ? Enter Finio , Pacue , Balt. Martino . Balt. Where ? where ? Finio , where be they : Iun. Go to , i le be with you anon . Oni. O her 's the page signior Iuniper . Iun. What sayth monsier Onion , boy . Fin : What say you sir. Iuni. Tread out boy . Fin. Take vp , you meane sir. Iun. Tread out I say , so , I thanke you , is this the boy . Pac. Aue mounsieur . Iuni. Who gaue you that name ? Pac. Giue me do name , vat name : Oni.

He thought your name had been , we yong gentlemen , you must do more then his legges can do for him , beare with him sir.

Iuni.

Sirrah giue me instance of your carriage ? you le serue my turne , will you ?

Pac.

What ? turne vpon the toe .

Fin.

O signior no.

Iuni.

Page will you follow me , i le giue you good exhibition .

Pac.

By gar , shal not alone follow you , but shal leade you to .

Oni.

Plaguie boy , he sooths his humour ? these french villaines ha pockie wits .

Iuni.

Here ? disarme me ? take my semitary .

Valen.

O rare , this would be a rare man , and he had a little trauell , Balthasar , Martino , put off your shooes , and bid him coble them .

Iuni.

Freinds , friends , but pardon me for fellows , no more in occupation , no more in corporation , t is so pardon me , the case is alterd , this is law , but i le stand to nothing .

Pac.

Fat so me ●inke .

Iuni.

Well then God saue the dukes Maiesty , is this any harme now ? speake , is this any harme now .

Oni.

No nor good neither , Sbloud ?

Iuni.

Do you laugh at me ? do you laugh at me ? do you laugh at me ?

Valen.

I sir , we do .

Iunip.

You do indeed ?

Valen.

I indeed sir.

Iuni.

T is sufficient , Page carry my purse , dog me ? Exit .

Oni.

Gentlemen leaue him not , you see in what case he is , he is not in aduersity , his purse is full of money , leaue him not ?

Enter Angelo with Rachel . Exeunt Arg. Nay gentle Rachel ? Rach. Away ? forbeare ? vngentle Angelo , Touch not my body , with those impious hands , That like hot Iron● seare my trembling heart , And make it hisse , at your disloyalty . Enter Chamount Was this your drift ? to vse Fernezes name ? Paulo Fernez● . Was he your fittest stale , ô wild dishonor ! Pau. Stay noble 〈◊〉 ▪ Ange. Sbloud how like a puppet do you talke now ▪ Dishonor ? what dishonor ? come , come , foole , Nay then I see y' are peeuish , S'heart dishonor ? To haue you a topriest and marry you , And put you in an honorable state . Rach. To marry me ô heauen , can it be ? That men should liue with such vnfeeling soules , Without or touch or conscience of religion , Or that their warping appetites should spoile Those honor'd formes , that the true seale of friendship Had set vpon their faces . Ange. Do you heare ? what needs all this ? say , will you haue me , or no ? Rach. I l'e haue you gone , and leaue me , if you would . Ange. Leaue you ? I was accurst to bring you hither , And make so faire an offer to a foole . A pox vpon you , why should you be coy , What good thing haue you in you to be proud of ? Are y' any other then a beggars daughter ? Because you haue beauty . O Gods light a blast . Pau. I Angelo . Ange. You scornefull baggage , I lou'd thee not so much , but now I hate thee . Rach. Vpon my knees , you heauenly powers , I thanke you ▪ That thus haue tam'd his wild affections . Ange. This will not do , I must to her againe , Rachel , ô tha●●hou sawst my heart , or didst behold , The place from whence that scalding sigh euented . Rachel , by Iesu I loue thee as my soule , Rachel , sweet Rachel . Rach. What againe returnd vnto this violent passion ▪ Ange. Do but heare me , by heauen I loue you Rachel . Rach. Pray forbeare , ô that my Lord Fer●●●● were but here . Ange. Sbloud and he were , what would he do . Pau. This would he do base villaine . Rach. My deere Lord , Pau. Thou monster , euen the soule of trechery ! O what dishonord title of reproch , May my tongue spit in thy deserued fate ▪ Me thinkes my very presence should inuert , The st●●●●d organs of those traytrous eyes , To take into thy heart , and pierce it through : Turn'st thou them on the ground ? wretch , dig a graue , With their sharp points , to hide th' abhorred head ; Sweet loue , thy wrongs haue beene too violent Since my departure from thee , I perceiue : But now true comfort shall againe appeare , And like an armed angell guard thee safe From all th' assaults of couered villany . Come Mounsieur , let 's go , & leaue this wretch to his despaire . Ange. My noble Ferneze . 〈◊〉 . What canst thou speake to me , and not thy tongue , Forc't with the torment of thy guilty soule Breake that infected circle of thy mouth , Like the rude clapper of a crazed bell . I , that in thy bosome lodg'd my soule , With all her traine of secrets , thinking them To be as safe , and richly entertained , As in a Princes court , or tower of strength , And thou to proue a traitor to my trust , And basely to expose it , ô this world ! Ange. My honorable Lord . Pau. The very owle , whom other birds do state & wonder at , Shall hoot at thee , and snakes in euery bush Shall deafe thine eares with their — Cha. Nay good my Lord , giue end vnto your passions . Ange. You shall see , I will redeeme your lost opinion . Rach. My Lord beleeue him . Cha. Come , be satisfied , sweet Lord you know our haste , Let vs to horse , the time for my engaged returne is past ; Be friends againe , take him along with you . Pau. Come signior Angelo , hereafter proue more true . Exeunt . Enter Count Ferneze , Maximillian , Francesco . Count. T●● Maximillian , for your honor'd selfe , I am perswaded , but no words shall turne The edge of purposd vengeance on that wretch , Come , bring him forth to execution . Enter Camillo bound , with seruants I le hang him for my sonne , he shall not scape , Had he an hundred liues : Tell me vile slaue , Thinkest thou I loue my sonne ? is he my flesh ? Is he my bloud , my life ? and shall all these be torturd for thy sake , and not reueng'd ? trusse vp the villaine . Max. My Lord , there is no law to confirme this action . T is dishonorable . Count. Dishonorable ? Maximillian ? It is dishonorable in Chamount , the day of his prefixt returne is past , and he shall pay for t . Cam. My Lord , my Lord , Vse your extreamest vengeance , i le be glad To suffer ten times more , for such a friend . Count. O resolute and peremptory wretch ! Fran. My honored Lord , let vs intreat a word . Count. I le heare no more , I say he shall not liue , My selfe will do it . Stay , what forme is this Stands betwixt him and me , and holds my hand . What miracle is this ? t is my owne fancy , Carues this impression in me , my soft nature , That euer hath retaind such foolish pitty , Of the most abiect creatures misery , That it abhorres it , what a child am I To haue a child ? Ay me , my son , my son . Enter Christopher● . Chris. O my deere loue , what is become of thee ? What vniust absence layest thou on my brest , Like waights of lead , when swords are at my backe , That run me through with thy vnkind flight , My gentle disposition waxeth wild , I shall run frantike , ô my loue , my loue . Enter Iaques . Iaq. My gold , my gold , my life , my soule , my heauen , What is become of thee ? see , i le impart My miserable losse to my good Lord , Let me haue search my Lord , my gold is gone . Count. My sonne , Christophero , thinkst it possible , I euer shall behold his face againe . Chris. O father wher 's my loue , were you so carelesse To let an vnthrist steale away your child . Iaq. I know your Lordship may find out my gold , For Gods sake pitty me , iustice , sweet Lord . Count Now they haue yong Chamount ? Christophero ? Surely they neuer will restore my sonne . Chris. Who would haue thought you could haue beene so carelesse to loose your onely daughter . Iaq. Who would thinke , That looking to my gold with such hares eyes , That euer open , I euen when thy sleepe , I thus should loose my gold , my noble Lord , what saies your Lordship ? Count. O my sonne , my sonne . Chris. My deerest Rachel ? Iaq. My most hony gold . Count. Heare me Christophero . Chris. Nay heare me Iaques . Iaq. Heare me most honor'd Lord . Max. What rule is here ? Count. O God that we should let Chamount escape . Enter Aurelia , Phoenixella . Chris.

I and that Rachel , such a vertuous mayd , should be thus stolne away .

Iaq.

And that my gold , being so hid in earth , should bee found out .

Max.

O confusion of languages , & yet no tower of Babel !

Fran.

Ladies , beshrew me , if you come not fit to make a iangling consort , will you laugh to see three constant passions .

Max.

Stand by , I will vrge them , sweet Count , will you be comforted .

Count. It cannot be but he is handled the most cruelly , That euer any noble prisoner was . Max. Steward , go cheere my 〈◊〉 ▪ Chris. Well , if Rachel tooke her flight willingly ? Max. Sirrah , speake you touching your daughters flight ? Iaq. O that I could so soone forget to know the thiefe againe , that had my gold , my gold . Max. Is not this pure ? Count. O thou base wretch , i le drag thee through the streets ▪ Enter Balthasar , and whispers with him . And as a monster , make thee wondred at , how now . Phoen. Sweet Gentleman ? how too vnworthily Art thou thus 〈◊〉 , braue Maximillian , Pitty the poore youth and appease my father , Count. How , my sonne returnd ? O Maximillian , Francisco , daughters ? bid him enter here . Enter Chamount , Ferneze , Rachel , Angelo . Dost thou not mocke me ? O my deere Paulo welcome . Max. My Lord Ch 〈◊〉 ? Cha. My Gasper . Chris. Rachel . Iaq. My gold Rachel ? my gold ? Count Some body bid the begger cease his noise . Chris. O signior Angelo , would you deceiue Your honest friend , th●●●●●ply trusted you ? Well Rachel : I am glad tho' art here againe . Ang. I faith she is not for you steward . Iaq. I beseech you maddam vrge your father . Phoe. I will anon ? good Iaques be content . Air Now God a mercy fortune , and sweet Venus , Let Cupid do his part , and all is well . Phoe. Me thinks my heart 's in heauen with this comfort . Cha. Is this the true Italian courtesie . Ferneze were you torturd thus in France ? by my soules safety . Count . My most noble Lord ? I do beseech your Lordship . Cha. Honored Count , wrong not your age with flexure of a knee , I do impute it to those cares and griefes , That did torment you in your absent sonne : Count O worthy gentlemen , I am ashamd That my extreame affection to my sonne , Should giue my honour so vncur'd a maine , But my first sonne , being in Vicenza lost . Cha. How in Vicenza ? lost you a sonne there ? About what time my Lord ? Count. O the same night , wherein your noble father tooke the towne . Cha. How long 's that since my Lord ? can you remember . Count. T is now well nie vpon the twentith yeare . Cha. And how old was he then ? Count. I cannot tel , betweene the 〈◊〉 of three and foure , I take it . Cha. Had he no speciall no●e in his attire , Or otherwise , that you can call to mind . Count I cannot well remember his attire , But I haue often heard his mother say : He had about his necke a tablet , Giuen to him by the Emperour Sigismund . His Godfather , with this inscription , Vnder the figure of a siluer Globe : Eu minimo , mundus . Cha. How did you call your sonne my Lord ? Count Camillo Lord Chamount . Cha. Then no more my Gasper ? but Camillo , Take notice of your father , gentlemen : Stand not amazd ? here is a tablet , With that inscription found about his necke That night , and in Vicenza by my father , ( Who being ignorant , what name he had ) Christned him Gasper , nor did I reueale , This secret till this hower to any man . Count. O happy reuelation ? ô blest hower ? ô my Camillo . Phoe. O strange my brother . Fran. Maximilian ? behold how the aboundance of his ioy Drownds him in teares of gladnesse . Count. O my boy ? forgiue thy fathers late austerity : Max.

My Lord ? I deliuered as much before , but your honour would not be perswaded , I will hereafter giue more obseruance to my visions ? I drempt of this .

Iaq. I can be still no longer , my good Lord , Do a poore man some grace mongst all your ioyes . Count. Why what s the matter Iaques . Iaq. I am robd , I am vndone my Lord , robd and vndone : A heape of thirty thousand golden crownes , Stolne from me in one minute , and I feare : By her confedracy , that cals me father , But she 's none of mine , therefore sweet Lord : Let her be tortured to confesse the truth . Max. More wonders yet . Count. How I 〈…〉 not Rachel then thy daughter . Iaq. No , I dis 〈…〉 in her , I spit at her , She is a harlot , and her customers , Your sonne this gallant , and your steward ●ere , Haue all been partners with her in my spoile ? no lesse then thirty thousand . Count. Iaques , Iaques , this is impossiole , how shouldst thou come ? to the possession of so huge a heape : Being alwaies a knowen begger . Iaq. Out alas , I haue betraid my selfe with my owne tongue , The case is alterd . Count. One stay him there . Max.

What meanes he to depart , Count Ferneze , vpon my soule this begger , this begger is a counterlait : vrge him ? didst thou loose gold ?

Iaq. O no I lost no gold . Max. Said I not true . Count. How'didst thou first loose thirty thousand crowns , And now no gold ? was Rachel first thy child : And is shee now no daughter , sirra Iaques , You know how farre our Millaine lawes extend , for punishment of liars , Iaq : I my Lord ? what shall I doe ? I haue no starting hols ? Mounsieur Chamount stand you my honored Lord . Cha. For what old man ? Iaq. Ill gotten goods neuer thriue , I plaid the thiefe , and now am robd my selfe : I am not as I seeme , Iaques de prie , Nor was I borne a begger as I am : But sometime steward to your noble father . Cha. What Melun that robd my fathers treasure , stole my sister ? Iaq. I , I , that treasure is lost , but Isabell your beautious sister here seruiues in Rachel : and therefore on my knee ? Max

Stay Iaques stay ? the case still alters ?

Count. Faire Rachel sister to the Lord Chamount . Ang. Steward your cake is dow , as well as mine . Pau. I see that honours flames cannot be hid , No more then lightening in the blackest cloud . Max. Then sirra t is true ? you haue lost this gold , Iaq. I worthy signior , thirty thousand crownes . Count. Masse who was it told me , that a couple of my men , were become gallants of late . Fran. Marry 〈◊〉 I my Lord ? my man told me ? Enter Onion and Iuniper . Max. How now what pagent is this , Iuni. Come signior Onion , le ts not be ashamd to appeare , Keepe state ? looke not ambiguous now ? Oni . Not I while I am in this sute . Ipsi. Lordings , equiualence to you all . Oni We thought good , to be so good , as see you gentlemen Max. What ? mounsieur Onion ? Oni. How dost thou good captaine . Count. What are my hinds turnd gentlemen . Oni.

Hinds sir ? Sbloud and that word will beare action , it shall cost vs a thousand pound a peece , but wee le be reuenged .

Iuni. Wilt thou sell thy Lordship Count ? Count. What ? peasants purchase Lordships ? Iuni. Is that any Nouels sir. Max. O transmutation of elements , it is certified you had pages : Iuni.

I sir , but it is knowen they proued ridiculus , they did pilfer , they did purloine , they did procrastinate our purses , for the which wasting of our stocke , we haue put them to the stocks .

Count. And thither shall you two presently , These be the villaines , that stole Iaques gold , Away with them , and set them with their men . Max. Onion you will now bee peeld . Fran : The case is alterd now Oni. Good my Lord , good my Lord : Iuni. Away scoundrell ? dost thou feare a little elocution ? Shall we be confiscate now ? shal we droope now ? Shall we be now in helogabolus : Oni. Peace , peace , leaue thy gabling ? Count. Away , away with them ; what s this they prate , Exeunt with Iuniper and Onion . Keepe the knaues sure , strickt inquisition Shall presently be made for Iaques gold , To be disposd at pleasure of Chamount . Cha. She is 〈…〉 Lord Paulo , if your father Giue his consent . Ang. How now Christofero ? The case is alterd . Chris. With you , as well as me , I am content sir. Count. With all my heart ? and in exchange of her , ( If with your faire acceptance it may stand ) I tender my Aurelia to your loue . Cha. I take her from your Lordship , with all thanks , And blesse the hower wherein I was made prisoner : For the fruition of this present fortune , So full of happy and vnlookt for ioyes . Melun , I pardon thee , and for the treasure , Recouer it , and hold it as thine owne : It is enough for me to see my sister : Liue in the circle of Fernezes armes , My friend , the sonne of such a noble father , And my vnworthy selfe rapt aboue all , By being the Lord to so diuine a dame . Max.

Well , I will now sweare the case is alterd . Lady fare you well , I will subdue my affections , Maddam ( as for you ) you are a profest virgin , and I will be silent , my honorable Lord Ferneze ▪ it shall become you at this time not be frugall , but bounteous , and open handed , your fortune hath been so to you Lord Chamount .

You are now no stranger , you must be welcome , you haue a faire amiable and splendius Lady : but signior Paulo , signior Camillo , I know you valiant ? be louing : Lady I must be better knowne to you , signiors for you , I passe you not : though I let you passe ; for in truth I passe not of you , louers to your nuptials , Lordings to your dances . March faire al , for a faire March , is worth a kings ransome . — Exeunt

The end .