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 The constant maid. A comedy. Written by Iames Shirley. Shirley, James, 1596-1666. [72] p. Printed by I. Raworth, for R. Whitaker, London : 1640. 1638

In verse.

Signatures: A-I4.

The last leaf is blank.

Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery.

 A12130 shc The Constant Maid Shirley, James Melina Yeh Lydia Zoells 1638 play comedy shc no A12130 S117315 (STC 22438). 72 21219 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. Incorporated ~ 10,000 textual changes made to the SHC corpus by Hannah Bredar, Kate Needham, and Lydia Zoells between April and July 2015 during visits, separately or together, to the Bodleian, Folger and Houghton Libraries as well as the Rare Book Libraries at Northwestern University and the University of Chicago

THE CONSTANT MAID

A Comedy .

Written by Iames Shirley .

LONDON , Printed by I. Raworth , for R. Whitaker . 1640 .

The names of the Persons . Hornet , a rich Vsurer . Hartwell , a young Gentleman , Lover of Mistresse Frances . Playfaire , a Gallant . A Gentleman , Cousen to Playfaire . Sir Clement , a Iustice . Startup , a foolish Gentleman . A Countrey-man . Close , Servant to Hartwell . Three Servants , disguised sometimes as Lords , one of them once disguised as a Pursevant . A Constable . Three Watchmen . Masquers . Officers . Servants and Attendants . Bellamy , a Widdow . Frances , her Daughter . Nurse , their Servant . Neece to Hornet .

The Scene , London .

THE CONSTANT MAID .
Act. I. Enter Hartwell , Close , Servants . Hartwell .

NAy , let 's not part so heavily .

Clo. For mine owne part It does not trouble me so much , that you Have broke up house ; for hospitalitie Went out of fashion with crop-doublets And cod-peeces : but I that have worne out So many liveries under the worshipfull Old Gentleman your father . Hart. My father had an office , which brought in A faire revenew ; I inherit but His little land , whose annuall profits wo'not Encourage me to live at the same height : Yee may meet better fortunes , there 's enough Preferment in the world ; my love and best Assistance promise to your selves . Clo. I do not Stand upon wages , Sir , I will not leave you . Hart.

How woot thou live ?

Clo. As other mortals do ; yet I 'll not play The thiefe , that is a course by which a man May soone ascend the ladder of preferment : But I ne're lov'd these climbing trees . I cannot Cheat , though I have heard there is an art , A devillish deale of knowledge in the dice ; And if men wonot part with money , some Will fetch it out o' th' bones : but the best casting Is in a Taverne , when the wine and reckoning Come up together ; some doe spin a living by 't : And there are many secret wayes for Serving-men To live , it is not wages does maintaine All of our Tribe , Sir ; and especially Those that have Mistresses . Hart.

But I am a Bachelour .

Clo. I pray let me be one of your buttons still then , I am not halfe worne out ; you know what mould I 'm made off , I did ever honest service ; And though my fellow Vermin can forsake Your falling house , I doe not feare the rafters ; By this hand , Sir , I 'll wait upon you , though Like great mens servants , I do live on nothing But looks , and the aire of commendations . Hart. Well , since you are so resolute , attend me , The rest I here discharge , there 's somewhat more , Not worth the name of bountie , I wish all A happier entertainment . 2 Serv. And there be No remedy , heaven blesse you , Sir . Clo. Pray give me leave to wet my lips with these My fellowes , sorrow has made but a dry proverb , I must to th' Taverne , and condole a quart . Hart.

Meet me at Mistresse Bellamies then . Exit .

Clo.

I shall , Sir . Enter Playfare .

Play .

How now Masters .

Clo. You speake not To me , Sir , I am a servant still indeed ; With them the case is alter'd , they are masters , For they want services . 1 Ser.

Oh , Master Playfare .

2 It is not now as when Andrea liv'd , 3

This place was made for pleasure , not for death .

1

There was a time when mortals whetted knives .

2

In time of yore , when men kill'd brutish beasts .

3

Oh cruell Butcher , whosoe're thou wert .

Clo.

Do not you know what all this signifies ?

Play .

Not I .

Clo.

My master has given over house-keeping .

1 He has committed Burglarie , broke up the cellar , And throwne the kitchin out at the hall window . Clo. His house , Sir , has a superscription , And is directed to his loving friend Will pay the rent , you 'l hardly know me now , I have no fellow . Play .

You are verie merrie , Sir .

2

He has some cause , we are discharg'd .

Clo: For certaine , my master only Belongs to me , if you would speake with him , He 's gone to Mistresse Bellamies , Sir ; In the meane time , please you to understand , I Close follow my master , and shall feed still , Although my fellowes here are become blanks , And do want filling . Play . Lads , I have knowne you long : Although you be at losse , in confidence Of all your future honesties , I 'll employ yee In a device , which if it hit , may Reward your paines . Clo.

All ?

Play . Your Master only , Sir , belongs to you , Follow him still , and if there be occasion , I shall enquire for you ; you will be faithfull . Ser. omnes .

Doubt not , M. Playfaire .

Play . I have a project , Follow me for instructions ; farewell Close , Commend me to your master . 2

Buoy Close , buoy honest Close , we are blanks , blanks .

Clo. Roule up your selves in paper-liveries , and Be drawne at the next Lotterie ; I wo'not Forsake my certaintie for all your projects , If it should faile I shall find some of you Sneaking in Pauls behind a pillar , with A zealous prayer , some Gentleman would read The bed-roll of your commendation , And pitie a verie serviceable fellow , That would faine wait on him , but wants a cloake : Go , prosper with your project . Exeunt . Enter Hornet , Mistresse Bellamy . Horn. Widdow , be rul'd by me , I know the world , And I have studied it these fiftie yeares : There 's no man to be trusted . Bell. Without good . Securitie , you meane . Horn. No young man , widdow , That talks , and sayes he loves you , writes you verses , And sweares he shall goe hang himselfe , unlesse You pitie him ; take me an old man . Bell.

So , take you an old man .

Horn. Season'd with care and thrift , not led away By vicious conversation , nor corrupted With pride and surfet , one that knowes the use Of money ; Do yee mark the use ? Bell. Yes , Sir : Use upon use , you meane . Hor. And dares not spend it prodigally , knowing The principall end it was ordain'd to , was To releeve our necessitie , and lay up What is above . Bell.

To help the poore .

Horn. You may , If you be so dispos'd , but 't is as commendable To give it in your will , to build an Hospitall , And so our charitie comes altogether : I would not have your state be eaten up By Catterpillers , but preserv'd and made Greater , by marrying some discreet old man . Bell.

And such an one you shew your selfe .

Horn. You happily Interpret me . Bell. I would not tell you , Sir , Till our next meeting , how much you have won , By your good counsell , on me . Horn. She inclines . 'T is your good nature , I am plaine , and have No tricks , I 'll tell you all my fault , I am Addicted verie much to gather wealth ; I have no children to devoure my state , Nor kinred , only a Neece left to my trust , One that is never like to marrie . Bell.

Why ?

Horn.

She never thriv'd since she came to mee .

Bell.

I easily beleeve it .

Horn. Melancholly Will kill her , and yet I pursue all wayes That promise her delight : I spare no cost Of Physick , what her Doctor sayes , is done . Bell.

'T is lovingly perform'd .

Enter Hartwell and Mistresse Frances . Horn.

What 's he ?

Bell. A Gentleman that beares my daughter much Affection . Horn.

Sure I have seene him .

Bell.

Master Hartwell .

Horn.

Oh , he 's a beggar , or must be verie shortly .

Bell.

Have you his lands in morgage ?

Horn.

Not yet , not yet ; but he 'll want money , widdow .

Bell.

He has had good breeding .

Horn. Hang breeding , 't is unlucky , They never keep their state that have too much on 't , Counsell your daughter , Mistresse Bellamy , To throw him off betime . Bell.

You direct well .

Horn.

When we are married , I 'll provide a match for her .

Bell.

You have care on 's .

Horn.

It will become me .

Hart.

Is he Suitor to your mother , Lady ?

Fra. He would be such a thing : Were not I blest In such a jolly father in law ? Hart. He looks like some cast money-bag , that had given up The stuffing , and for want of use growne mouldy : He dares not keep much fire in 's kitchin , lest Warming his hands , which rather looke like gloves , So tann'd and thin , he let em scorch , and gather Into a heap . I do not think he ever Put off his clothes , he would run-mad to see His owne anatomy , that such a wretch Should have so vast a wealth . Fran. I wod not be his Niece for all his fortune . Hart. I presume Your mother is more noble , than to encourage him In his pretence , and her estate would mix But ill with his ill-gotten wealth , extorted From widdowes and from orphans , nor will all His plentie keep his soule one day from famine : 'T is time ill spent to mention him , let 's talk Of something else . Fran.

Of what ?

Hart. Of love agen , Whose flame we equally divide . Horn. Your table Is a devourer , and they shut up doores First , that keep open house and entertainments : This Lord is feasted , and that young Ladies Sweet tooth must have a banquet ; t'other old Madam with ne're a tooth must have some marchpane Corall to rub her gums withall ; these are Ridiculous expences . Bell.

Far from thrift .

Horn. This roome has too rich furniture , and worse Hangings would serve the turne ; if I may be Worthy to counsell , costly pictures are Superfluous , though of this , or t'other masters Doing : Hang Michael Angelo and his oyles . If they be given , y' are the more excus'd To let 'em shew ; but have a care you let not Appeare , either in Arras , or in picture , The storie of the Prodigall , 't will fright Young Gentlemen that come to visit you From spending o' their portions , whose riot May enrich you with their forfeited estates ; I have a thousand precepts more . Bell. But do not Think all this while of heaven . Horn. 'T is in my chest , And multiplyed in everie bag . Bell.

Or hell .

Horn. A fable to fright fooles , or children ; but I cannot stay , my Scrivener doth expect me , I 'll visit you another time , sweet widdow , And give you more instructions . Bell. Spare your travell , I sha'not practise these in haste , and must Declare these precepts make not for your welcome : My patience was a vertue all this while , If you but think you have a soule ; repent ; Your rules I am not covetous to follow , Good master Hornet . Horn. Live and be undone then : You 'l tell me another tale hereafter widdow . Exit . Enter Nurse and Close . Nur.

Letters from Master Startup , the countrey Gentleman .

Har.

What 's he ?

Fran.

A Sutor of my Nurses commendations .

Clo. Now heaven deliver me , what have I seen ? This monster once was shewne i' th' faire , or such Another furr'd Baboone for all the world , Do'st know him ? Why do I ask such a question ? He 's such a thing the Devill would not owne 's Acquaintance . Nur.

Master Hornet , the great Usurer .

Clo. Hornet ? Nay then , my wonder 's over , and the Devill be but such another , they May be sworne brothers ; yes , and divide hell Betwixt em . Hart.

Who is that you talk on , Sir ?

Clo. The beast , that Heaven be thank'd , has left you , Hornet ; but I ha newes for you . Bell.

Frances .

Hart.

I 'll heare it in the garden . Exit Hart. Close .

Bell. Do you love That Master Hartwell ? do not blush , but answer . Fran. I hope you move not this , as if you doubted ; I took him first , upon your character , Into my good opinion . Bell. But things alter : What then I thought , I deliver'd yee ; Nor since hath he deserv'd a lesse esteeme In his owne person , but the circumstance Is not the same , his fortune I have examin'd , Which rises not to such a value , I Did apprehend ; and it becomes my care , Being at one gift to depart with thee And my estate , to look for one whose purse May carrie a proportion . Fran. Make me not Imagine you would wed me to a heap Of shining dust , a golden bondage . Bell. Nor To penurie ; his birth , and education Are not unworthy , he 's a handsome man too ; But be not govern'd by your eye too much : Children and age pursue , and many stormes Hover about our fraile conditions : All these must be provided for , they are not Kisses will arme you against winter , therefore Confident of your obedience , I propound Another to your best thoughts , Fran.

Oh my unhappinesse .

Bell. A Countrey Gentleman of spreading fortunes , Young too , and not uncomely ; for his breeding , It was not spun the finest , but his wealth , Able to guild deformitie , and make Even want of wit a vertue , when your life Renders it selfe more sweet by your command ; His name is Master Startup , whom I expect Our guest to morrow , that 's his letter , read it . This may seeme strange at the first coming toward you ; But when discretion comes to examine what A fruitfull consequence attends it , you Will thank me for 't . Fran. But with your pardon , mother , Although I could dispence with my owne thoughts , And frame them to obedience , will this change Be for my honour , or my fame ? when such A noble Gentleman shall boast he had , With your consent , my love ? or pray admit That which we gaine by riches of the second , Seeme to authorize , and may justifie The act with some ; how can it cure the wound , Which the poore heart , which loves , shall find too soone , When 't is neglected , and so cruelly , Where it did hope for cherishing ? Oh think How you did love my father first , and be More gentle to your daughter , your estate Is above needy providence , or grafting Into a new stock ; it doth grow already Faire from his owne root , and doth want no peecing : Nor are the meanes of Hartwell so contemptible . Bell. No more : y' have consider'd well , you 'l shape Another answer ; i' th' meane time dispose Your countenance to entertaine this new And able Lover : leave the satisfaction Of Hartwell to my care : He 's here , to your chamber . Enter Hartwell , Close . Clo. I know not what 's the trick on 't , nor themselves yet ; But he has a project to employ 'em all . Hart. I wish it well ; but do you work your selfe Into the opinion of her Nurse , she is The Major Domo , and has all the intelligence . Clo. Let me alone , I 'll work her Sir like wax , To print what forme you please upon her , 't is A Loving Crone already to me , I Will speake her faire , and in my drink may marrie her . Bell.

Master Hartwell .

Hart.

About your businesse . Exit Close .

Bell. There is a matter , Sir , which I must open , And you perhaps will wonder at . Hart.

You prepare my attention .

Bell. You do love my daughter , At least I think so . Hart. If you knew my heart , You might be confident , in her I sum All my desires on earth . Bell.

Be not so fixt .

Hart.

How Lady ?

Bell. When you have heard me out , you 'l find Your consent easie to call back a promise Made to your disadvantage . Hart. I acknowledge ; This makes me wonder , pray interpret Lady , And speake the dialect I understand : I love your daughter . Bell. But must never glorie In the reward which you expect should be , Her marriage . Hart. In the number of my actions There is not one that 's guiltie of so much Offence to you , that I should be so soone Lost to your favour . Bell. Have no thought so poore You can deserve lesse , my opinion Is richer laden with your merit . Hart. Now I feare agen , this violent turne of praise Makes me suspect my state ; if I be falne , Teach me to know my trespasse . Bell. I ne're look'd With such cleere eyes into your worth , and 't were A sin to generall goodnesse , to delay The free resigne of that your worth may challenge . Hart. If this be meant , pray pardon my mistake Of something went before , love made me feare ; You said I never should enjoy your daughter In marriage , which your selfe so late enclined to . Bell. And must agen repeat , you cannot call Her Bride . Hart. Can you forbid this happinesse , And love me ? Bell. Yes , so deerly , Hartwell , I Present my selfe to thy affection . Hart.

You fright my understanding .

Bell. Does the name Of widdow sound displeasing , I have learn'd Already to obey ; my yeares are not So many , with the thought , to freeze your bloud , I weare no print of time deep in my brow : Have my haires the innocence of age , To speake me twice a child ? Gentlemen active , And of great birth , have courted my affection , And if they flatter not , commend my person . Adde unto this my wealth , no narrow fortune , And without competition , my daughter , Depending on my love , whose portion must Flow from my bountie , or be nothing ; make A sober apprehension of this tender , And think I was not able to suppresse My silent flame , increast still by your vertues : This minute give all hopes up for my daughter , I can admit no Rivall ; 't is within Your election to be happie , Sir : My love accepted comes with faire attendance , Deny'd , you hasten your owne exile , think on 't , I will expect your answer . Exit . Hart. I am destroy'd : Was it her mother that spake all this while ? As pilgrims , by mistake of some small path , Having told many wearie steps , at night , When their hopes flatter em , they are not far From some kind entertainment , find themselves Lost in a wildernesse ; so am I miserable : Thus love delights to wound , and see us bleed , He were a gentle god to kill indeed . Exit .
Act. II. Enter Close and Nurse . Clo. A word of thy mouth does it , I am wearie Of these indentures , like a foole , I was In hope he should have married Mistresse Frances . Nur. A beggar , she his wife ; no , Master Startup , Whom I preferr'd , must carrie her , he 's a man Of lands and money ; I must tell you by The way , he is little better than a foole . Clo.

The fitter for her husband , and my master .

Nur. Y' are in the right , he 's innocent to your hands , You may soone come to manage his estate . Clo.

Which if I do , thou shalt have all .

Nur.

All what ?

Clo. Why all that I can beg , borrow , or steale From him ; what should he do with so much riches ? I 'll prompt my mistresse , after the first yeare , To put him to his pension ; he should pay For 's verie diet , and after a moneth or two , For everie time he comes al oft . Nur. Nay , I would wish her to begin betimes , If she doe meane to rule the rost , I can Give her some documents ; and be you sure To stick close to your Mistresse , there is something To be got that way . Enter Hartwell , Playfaire . Clo. My most exquisite Varges , How I doe love thy documents ; but he 's here , I 'll not be seene with thee , farewell , we 'll talk The rest at night over a Sack-posset . Exit Close . Nur.

I will use this advantage to oreheare 'em .

Play . You tell me strange things ; Is it possible The widdow her selfe loves you ? Hart. Would I had But reason to suspect . Play . Possible ! Turn'd Colt againe ? This love will kill us all : And can she make no choyce , but where her daughter Has the same longing ? not her dancing dayes Done yet ? why there 's no remedy , you must love her . Hart.

And violate my faith made to her daughter .

Play . Thou wot not be so much an Infidell , To think I meane thou shouldst forsake the wench ; Tell me the mother a fine tale of love , Print kisses on her paper-lip , and hug Her reverend body ; any thing but lye with her : Write sonnets on the ivorie tooth afore , Sweare she does cough distinctly , get a rime To blesse her when she sneezes , and cry up The method of her nose , which sweats and fals So perpendicular upon her face : Admire the wart upon her chin , and motion Of her blew eyes , that look three wayes at once : Praise her above thy reason , or her daughter ; And then she will beleeve thou mayst be mad for her . Hart. Is this the way to doe me good ? she comes Too fast on me already . Play . Let her flye to thee , Thou mayst clip her wings the sooner , this secures thee ; Shou'd you hold off , and play the modest creature ; Nay , but deny as Maids do when they love it , And bending of your hams , cry , No forsooth ; Professe with Coxcomb-like civilitie , You are not worthy of her carnall favors : She may beleeve it , and in verie spight Marrie her daughter to a Citizen : Or should you be so mad , to think to win her To your first choyse , with howling out your passion For Mistresse Frances , plaining how Don Cupid Hath scarrified your heart , you may go hang your selfe : Go to the Barbers , let him firk your haire up , Or get a perriwig ; wash your sullen face , And starch your infant upper lip , to look Like one that would run desperate on a widdow . Nur.

Precious conspiracie .

Play . This is the way : At leisure you may tell your Maiden Mistresse , Like Iove you have put another shape on , To cheat the Beldam Iuno . Nur.

Foule mouth'd Rascall .

Hart. I apprehend : th' ast given me good counsell , I 'll watch the first occasion , to assure I have preferr'd her in my heart already . Nur. I 'll conjure up a crosse plot , and that quickly , Shall mar your mirth , and pay your fine dissembling As it deserves , my confident Love-gamester . Exit Nurse . Play . I 'll take my leave then , y' have no other service To use my stay ? I have a project , Hartwell , That must not be neglected . Hart.

May not I communicate ?

Play . Thou art engaged to wait Vpon thine owne affaires , or I should trouble thee To be an Actor in 't ; thou knowest old Hornet ? Hart. He is a Sutour to the widdow , And after the rate we cast the plot , my Rivall . Play . I 'll rivall him ; he smothers a poore Gentlewoman At home with sea-cole , and allowes her no More light than serves to read in painted cloth The exposition of the harlots storie : Hartwell , I love her , and before her father Di'd we enterchang'd our hearts ; 't is here , To free her from that slaverie she lives in Vnder the iron-hearted Iaylor , else I shall repent my aime , he broods upon Her portion still ; but I have a trick may spoile His hatching of young bags , thou sha't know all Hereafter ; to the Widdow , Hartwell , I am For state affaires , be faithfull and pray for me ; We must be bold , farewell , if something hit Wee 'll laugh in spight of Dives and the Devill . Exit . Enter Startup , Mistresse Bellamy , Mistresse Frances , Close , Nurse , Hartwell . Clo. This is the thing , Sir , that must carrie away The garland , they have given him a cup Or two of Sack , and has the prettiest humour , He does so whistle out his complement : He weares his feather like the Captaine of A Countrey Teame , and would become a horse-collar Rarely ; I do not think , but were he put to 't , With little switching , he would draw the cart well . Star . Sweet Lady , I 'm your humble servant , 't is Well knowne what I am , where I live , my father Died since I was of age ; and left me , thank him , A younger brothers portion : Bell.

A younger brother .

Star . I know , sweet Lady , what you 'd say , My father Had no more children , but I must speake modestly Of my estate , I have land I know enough For two or three wives ; I have a horse in towne , Your daughter , if we please , shall ride behind me , Sweet Lady , did you ever see the Countrey ? Fran.

What Countrey , Sir ?

Star . Why any Countrey living , Sweet Lady , I am your humble servant , if You affect hawking , hunting , or drinking , There be good fellowes will beare you company ; but you have better Sack , sweet Lady , is there good Tobacco in London ? Clo.

Virginia Tobacco growes here , Sir .

Star . Sweet Sir , I am your humble servant , you Seeme to be a Gentleman , will you fetch me a pipe ? There 's halfe a peece , and I be not troublesome : Perhaps , sweet Lady , 't will offend you , then Let it alone . Clo.

A verie precious Widgin : Gramercie Sack .

Star .

Ta la la la lero , &c.

Fran.

You dance well , Sir .

Nur.

He has a strong back , I warrant him .

Star .

Sweet Lady , is this your daughter ?

Clo.

Ask that now ?

Bell.

I was her mother , Sir .

Star . That may be too : what Gentleman is that ? Sweet Sir , I am your humble servant likewise . Hart. You are too humble , Sir , to stoop so low , It would become my dutie . Star . Sweet Sir , 't is all one , A leg or an arme is not cast away Among friends , I am a Countrey Gentleman All the world knowes , sweet Sir , I ha no businesse In towne . Bell.

I thought you came to see my daughter .

Star . That may be too , sweet Lady , pray uncase me , I honour your faire daughter ; for I know , As well as another , what belongs to a Gentlewoman : She 's not the first , sweet Lady , I' have lov'd I' th' way of matrimony . Hart.

Were you ever married ?

Star .

Sweet Sir , no ; all men are not alike .

Hart.

For some are fooles .

Star . Sweet Sir , I do confesse it : But wit is neuer goodwill it be bought . They say there are good wits in towne , I ha brought money a purpose wo' mee for it ; If any will sell me a penny-worth , I 'll Give him a hundred peeces , 'cause I would carrie A little downe into the Countrey . Hart. Is there A dearth , Sir , in your Countrey ? Star . Sweet Sir , no ; There 's plentie . Clo. Of wild oats ; I heard you had much To sow still . Star . My servants have , sweet Sir ; but 't is all one ; This Lady shall be Lord o' the Soyle : I wo'not Give any man six pence for a bushell o' money ; I am a Gentleman , my father was A Yeoman ; but sweet Lady , howsoever I 'm yours , and everie limb is at your service ; My hands shall walk , my feet shall run . Fran.

Away , away .

Star .

By this gold they shall .

Clo.

He keeps his oath .

Star .

Not run ? my Grandfather was a Nobleman Foot-man , and indeed he run his countrey ; my father did out run the Constable .

Clo.

And he , sweet Lady , being his fathers issue , must run naturally .

Star .

If I live .

Clo.

He 'll run himselfe out of all .

Star . Not run , sweet Lady ? If you have occasion to use me , I wo'not stand upon my feet . Fran.

No , Sir .

Star .

Nay , I wo'not stand upon my head , sweet Lady , to doe you courtesie .

Fran.

That were the cleane contrarie way .

Bell.

Please you , a sorrie dinner stayes for you .

Star .

Sweet Lady , I am your servant : will this Gentleman dine with us ?

Bell.

I 'll prevaile with Master Hartwell .

Clo.

Do yee know what you ha done ? he 's you rivall , invite him ?

Star .

Sweet Sir , I invite no body , if you love any body here ?

Hart.

What then ?

Star .

Sweet Sir , I shannot take it kindly , I do not use to quarrel .

Clo.

But when y' are beaten : lay him o're the face , hee sha'not wrong you .

Star .

Sweet Sir , 't is dinner time : faire Lady : Exeunt .

Clo. I had a great mind to have him beaten ; But he 's not valiant , but at meales ; would I Were hired to beat him handsomely after dinner , And make him thank me for 't ; I 'll have a plot Upon your precious body , my sweet Sir . Exit . Enter Hornet , Playfaires Cosen like a Doctor . Horn. You tell me wonders , Sir . Doct. I tell you truth : Alas , you know I have no ends of profit , I practise not for wealth . Horn. Y' are vertuous ; For that you were commended , Sir , to me : You have a conscience , and wo'not take Fees for a complement , nor make poore your friends , To enrich Apothecaries . Doct. I have cur'd her melancholly ; but she 's a t'other side Now extreme merrie , dance and sing , all aire . Horn. 'T is strange , methinks , nothing but extremities : Good Master Doctors could you not ha par'd Her t'other leaden humor . Doct. Sir , I could not Kill the malignitie of her melancholly Another way ; extremities must be cur'd With extreme applications : my next work Shall be to abate this levitie of her braine , And quallifie her spleene , Sir , by degrees ; So state her body in that modest temper She was possest of . Horn. I complain'd before Of quietnesse , now she 's all noyse and madnesse , By your description . Doct. You must have patience A month or so , she is not mad , but merrie , Some few vagaries ; you must understand I have opend , Sir , her fancie , wherein lay All her imaginations confused , And on a heap , smother'd for want of vent ; And now the spirits that were imprison'd Rush out , which causes all her faculties , Before opprest , to exercise so strangely , As the agitation of her tongue will manifest : Shee 's here . Enter Neece . Neece . Vncle , how does your body ? you appeare As leane as Lent , I 've a great mind to dance About a May-pole , shall we ? Horn.

She is mad .

Neece . This Doctor has for tick led me , I cannot chuse but laugh , ha , ha . Vnckle , if you 'l procure a dispensation To marrie me your selfe , deduct the charge Out of my portion , I could love an old man Rarely , An old man with a bed full of bones &c. Sings . Vnckle , when did you put on a clean shirt ? D' yee heare , I dreamt o' th' Devill last night , They say 't is good luck ; doe you know him , Vnckle . Horn.

I know the Devill ?

Neece . He 's a fine old Gentleman , And something like you , no such Bug-beare as The world imagines , you an he 'll keep house Together one day ; but you 'll burne Sea - cole To save charges , and stink the poore soules so . Vnckle , you are not merrie , I pray laugh A little : imagine y 'had undone a widdow , Or turn'd an Orphan begging ; ha , ha , &c. Faith how many Churches doe you meane to build Before you dye ? six bels in everie steeple , And let 'em all goe to the Citie tune , Turne agen Whittington ; who , they say , Grew rich , and let his land out for nine lives , 'Cause all came in by a Cat : but let me counsell you To dye at all adventures , great men doe 't in policie . Horn. Why does she talk of dying ? she 's stark mad . Could you not put into the next receit Something to make her sleep well ? Opium In a good quantitie , they say , will do 't . Doct. I 'll so proportion it , she shall never wake : I did it for a Merchants wife last weeke , Which loved a Knight : a great man , not long since Was wearie of his Countesse , and I cur'd him So artificially of his disease . Horn.

She heares .

Doct.

But collects nothing ; all her senses are scatter'd .

Neece . Stay , you shall give towards the building of a Church Nothing , see the money first laid out , That 's given already ; it were sin and pitie To abuse the dead : but 't is no matter , Vnckle , You 'll be as famous for pulling downe the parish , The Church will fall of it selfe , With ding dong bell . Sings . Why did they put the poore fellow in prison ? Horn.

Whom ? what fellow ?

Neece . Why the Corne-cutter : Poore Gentleman , he meant no hurt to the Citie , His feet were verie wearie , and that made him In everie street cry out ; Ha yee any cornes In your head or toes ? that head spoyl'd all . Enter Pursevant . Purs.

Which is Master Hornet ?

Horn.

Ha , with me ?

Purs.

A word , Sir .

Neece . Prethee , what 's he ? he comes to borrow money On his wives wedding-ring , or his childs whistle : You may see by his nose he has no laud , he looks As a Hawke ; what do you dreame on ? What Ladies timpany is your next cure ? Or whose stale body must be rectified Next with a glister ? Purs.

There is no disputing , I must attend you .

Horn. I am sent for by a Pursevant to his Highnesse ; Alas , I am undone , I never saw him , How should he know me , a poore wretch ? Doct.

Is 't not some complaint , think you ?

Horn. That 's my feare , there be Too many knaves i' th' world , and a man cannot Grow rich ; but one State-Surgeon or other Must practise on his purse ; before this Judge A veine is open'd in the other Court , So many ounces he must bleed agen : Let me see , all the treason I committed Is that I shifted houses ; for I took Delight to couzen him of his subsidies ; I alwayes live obscurely , to avoyd Taxations , I never pay the Church Her superstitious tithes , nor come to trouble Sermons , for feare of homilies before , That beg for burning . Neece . Why how now , Vnckle , is your Scrivener broke , You talk such lamentation ? Horn. I am sent for the King , Neece , & shall be made a beggar As I was borne ; I see my chattell ceas'd , This chest is ransackt , and that bag deflour'd , My doore seal'd up , and with this hungrie Messenger , I am already marching to the Fleet . Neece . Nay , and you be at that ward , I must leave you , Fare well , pray do not lift my Uncle too hard ; And so I leave you both to the mercy of the Bear-garden . Doct.

Best make fast her Chamber .

Horn.

I , I , cursed dog .

Doct.

Wo' not some money quallifie your haste ?

Purs.

Deale in your owne affairs ; Will you go sit ?

Horn.

Go , I must go .

Doct. I 'll take my leave ; Have comfort , sir , this cloud may soon blow over . Exit . Horn. Yes , when I am blowne up ; I reade imprisonment in his very looks , And all my gold confiscate . Exeunt . Enter Nurse and Startup . Nurs. I heard her say she would walke up to her chamber , The trick was but to teach him whither he Should follow ; who as nimbly apprehended , To acquaint her with his new affections : I do this for your good , that Mistris Frances , Whom I 'll send to you presently , may be Convinced in Hartwell's falshood , and transplant Her love on you . Start . This will be excellent ; So we shall strangle him in his owne nooze , And he nere know who hurt him . Nurs.

I 'll loose no time , you know my instructions .

Start .

I had almost forgot , there is a cast of angels more .

Nurs.

They are not cast away .

Star . If thou dost fear they 'll drowne , Nurse , I can give thee Lighter , I have some want weight . Nurs. If you have an evill angel about you , Your businesse will thrive better when 't is departed . Star .

There .

Nurs.

Now all the good ones wait upon your worship . Exit .

Start . These things that go to and agen , must have Their fees , they 'll never speak in cause else . Save you sweet Lady . Enter Frances Fran.

Kinde Mr. Startup .

Start . Yes , I am kinde if you knew all , but you are Deceiv'd in some body ; love , and love your heart out , The party does not care a button for you . Fran.

What party ?

Start . No , I am a foole , a countrey clod , sweet Lady , Not worth one of your Shooe-tyes , no not I ; I do not know who makes an asse of you . Fran.

How sir ?

Start . A gull , a coxcomb , I am asham'd you have So little wit ; Tell me , and tell me truly , Who loves this face of yours besides my selfe . Fran. Although it were immodest to commend it , I must thus far , in gratitude to nature , Acknowledge it no monster , I have seen One more deform'd . Start . Sweet Lady I know that ; A worse face would become the Countrey , nay , There are but fifteen women in the parish I live in , of which , twelve are counted witches , And wear beards : But it troubles me , sweet Lady , You should be such an owle . Fran.

This is course language .

Start . Not to see who abuses you ; Oh I could Now finde in my heart to baste you , baste you soundly : You think Mr. Hartwell loves you . Fran. I Believe he hates me not . Start .

You lye .

Fran.

Good words .

Start .

You lye most basely , he affects your mother .

Fran.

My mother ? this fool 's mad .

Ztart. I would it were The fashion for women to weare swords . Fran.

What then ?

Start . I 'de breath you into a little understanding , I say agen , and she is the son of darknesse Denyes it ; Mr. Hartwell loves your mother . Fran.

I hope he does .

Start . Oh I could kick your ignorance : He does love her in the way of Matrimony , And makes a property of you ; I 'll justifie it . Fran.

It is impossible .

Start . D' ee know that couple ? Enter Hartwell and Bellamy . Step behinde the hangings , and you may Both hear and see : I say no more , sweet Lady , I am a rustick puppy , and know nothing . Hart. I have considered perfectly , and if You will vouchsafe me hearing , dare poure forth My heart , which , full of love , tenders it selfe To your acceptance ; I acknowledge Lady , My passions are but young , for could I hope You should with so much favour look upon me ? Bell.

But may I credit this ?

Hart. But suspect were an injustice to my faith , which lookes Upon your vertue with as much religion As love is able to receive ; your age Hath strooke a reverence into my eye ; And what you want of youth and spring upon you , Your wisedome richly satisfies : Those characters Which time hath writ upon your carefull forehead , Are but his vertue and your ornament , When it shall come to passe by your example , That youth shall be esteemed an infancy , And women never ripe for love or Marriage Without your age upon 'em ; 't is a fault , That men not guided by the tract of reason , But heat and wantonnesse of blood , run giddy To seale such weighty Covenants , better 't were The world should end in our virginities , Than spin it selfe more length by inconsiderate And hasty marriages . Bell. Have you already Retriv'd the affection that pursu'd my daughter ? Shall I beleeve no seed of love remains , Which may grow up and ripen , with repentance For this exchange ; I do allow you , sir , The consideration of my fortune , which Might of it selfe , incline you to accept me . Hart. That is but an attendant , as you use it , I must confesse a welcome one ; although The minde is the first beauty , which true love Aspires to , when 't is waited on with person And estate , it comes with greater priviledge To win upon 's ; I do not wish you , Lady , Rashly beleeve what I professe , but measure My service by the triall ; I 'll expect And write your smiles a competent reward , Till time and your command , demonstrate me ; Although not equall to your full deservings , Yet one that has ambition to bethought Not too unworthy . Bell. And I ghuesse ere long , Such an occasion will present it selfe . Hart. Till then , have Hartwell in your loving memory , Who wishes no more happinesse of life , Than to be call'd yours . Exit . Fran.

What have I understood ?

Start . Will you beleeve me another time , sweet Lady ? If I loved you not , what would become on you ? Fran. It is not he , some devill does but cozen us , And mock our sense with these phantastick bodies , Hartwell . Star . Nay 't is the man ; I hope you 'll be converted , And think a Countrey Gentleman worth favour , That brought you to this knowledge ; I deserve — Fran. My curses for this black discovery , When as before 't was not impossible , In time I might be brought to pity thee ; Henceforth I 'll look upon thee as my sins , And beg as much forgivenesse that I knew thee . Start .

Nay d' ee but hear .

Fran.

Die quickly , and be forgotten .

Start .

This is very fine ifaith , sweet Lady .

Fran. My mother , oh my fate , see me no more , And I le forgive thee . Start . Thanke you , most sweet Lady , Is my discovery come to this ? I 'de better Ha' been tongue-ty'd ; Curse me , and call me her sins , And see her no more ? why this is worse and worse ; I must suck better counsell from the Nurse . Exeunt .
ACT. III . Enter Nurse and Startup . Nurs. Fye , fie , I am asham'd of you , a Gentleman Of your high promising , and be put off So slightly ? Start .

Why Nurse , what would you ha' me do ?

Nurs. Do ? I would have you do something ; a man Of your ability , and cannot turne And winde a woman ? Star . You wo'd not ha' wish'd me To ha' put her to 't behinde the hangings ? Nurs.

You should ha' been round with her .

Start . I was round with her , I call'd her asse and coxcombe , And twenty more names , unlesse I should Ha' call'd her whore , I could not be more round with her . Nurs.

I do not mean that way .

Start . And she call'd me , I thank her . Nurs.

What ?

Start . Why no worse than her sins , heaven forgive her , She has the more to answer ; nay she did Not stick to bid me die too , in that desparate Estate . Nurs.

Come , you shall take another course .

Enter Close . Clo. What ayles my Masters sweet-heart , she frighted ? I met and askt her for my Master , and She turn'd tayle lik a hound had lost the scent ; There 's something in the winde , my three pil'd worship Are you there with my Lady o' th' Larder , Now in that posture ? do not they two look like A fine Brick house and a thatched Barne in the Countrey , Laying their heads together ? they ha' spied me . Nurs. Come hither Close , nay he 's faithfull , and one that Has a desire to serve you ; you may trust him . Clo. Your worship may trust me a bed with — I Have had a itch this great while , sir , a kinde Of longing to be one of your appurtenances : I have some faults , and I 'll confesse 'em ; I have A humour now and then , when I am ask'd A question , to tell true , though I be chid for 't ; And I do not love blowes ; you may sooner beat My braines out , than a word of flattery : I cannot batten upon commendation , Without my wages , nor be valiant Upon small Beere ; I am not overmuch Given to be drunke , but I 've a tricke o' th Dutchman , To do your businesse as well drunke as sober : I have not impudence enough to pimpe For you , but I have a gift I can say nothing : I was borne upon Shrovetuesday , and shall be Now and then given to rebellion : My flesh will once a year rise at a Chamber-maid ; If none such take me downe , I shall in malice And deep revenge , fling out upon May-day , Among the Prentices , without fear or wit . Star .

I like this humour .

Nurs. Nay he has a scence , And shall be of our counsell : Look you Close , There is a plot to helpe this Gentleman ; At night when they 're a bed , and if you went To bed betimes , to avoid suspicion , 'T were nere the worse ; I 'll say you are not well : D' ee marke ? this honest , honest Gentleman shall be Let into Mistris Francis Bed-chamber . Clos.

Without her knowledge ?

Nurs. You shall only attend , To give him notice from me when to come , And watch about the house , he may get off Without discovery ; this is all . Clos.

So , so , I sha' not keep the doore .

Nurs.

I can do that .

Clos. Let me alone to give you notice who Stirs about house . Enter Hartwell . Nurs. Away , 't is Mr. Hartwell ; We 'll not be seen together . Clos. Go your wayes , A foolish Knave and Bawd , that do want nothing But carting ; I would sooner see that triumph , Than all the Pageans , a day after Symon And Iude , when the fine City goes a feasting . Oh Sir , I have newes ; yes , they are gone , brave newes ; Your Gentlewoman can hold out no longer ; This night there will be a stratagem : Old Madam Humpe a pompe , the Nurse , has promis'd To admit the Countrey Gentleman , when all Are a bed , into her chamber ; yes , your Mistris : I 'm o' th' plot , to lye Perdue , and give The word , if any Fire-lock approach The rest ; imagine if he have not art to Perswade her to the feat with him , yet there Be tricks , and he may be surprized in the Chamber , And she may be compell'd to marry him in Her owne defence ; there have been such devises . Hart.

Does he consent ?

Clos.

She is betraid to 't , sir .

Hart.

Then thou wo't be so base ?

Clos. And I had meant it , I nere had told you this : can you make use Of this intelligence ? Hart.

Thou art my honest servant .

Clos.

I promis'd to be his .

Hart. I have it ; Canst By any meanes procure me but his clothes ? Clos. With ease , he 'll go to bed betimes , to avoid Suspicion ; that 's a part of our designe . Hart. I could not wish a happy opportunity , To try how she affects this gaudy foole , And clear my faith to her , which her mothers watch Will not permit ; she has , I feare , perceiv'd My new familiarity with her mother , Which I am compell'd too , and must cleer this way : Faile me not , Close , and propound thy owne Reward . Clos. Tell me your purpose , and let my wit Dispose of him . Hart.

Prosper me love in this .

Clos. And you fall to prayers With good love , look about us , I shall suspect You wo'not thrive ; you should go to a wench , As Gentlemen to Oysters , without ceremony Or saying grace ; devotion will spoile all . Exeunt . Enter Playfaire and his Cousen . Cous.

Right as an Arrow Couze .

Play . Witty enginere ; But was she taken with the plot ? Cous. I was compell'd to frame the outside of a reason , Lest our owne mirth should play the Traytor with us , Her spleene was so dilated , he beleeved I have made her mad , which change makes for us . Play .

Excellent .

Cous. And he that we employed , the Pursevant , Shewed such a fierie Raskall , the poore Usurer Trembled , as Bawds beneath the lash . Play .

He comes then ?

Cous. With as much joy , as to receive a hanging : He would be whipt , and say his prayers i' th' Church In a white sheet . Play .

That were no pennance to him .

Cous. Nay , he would pay as much as he should fine For Alderman , though halfe his soule went with it , For his quietnesse ; he doth apprehend Nothing but earth-quakes . Enter three Lords . Play . How am I rampant With the imagination ? bid the musick Be ready , they know all their flourishes ; But shift you quickly for your other part , My honourable Lords ; How they doe look like States-man , where 's your tooth-pick ? Excellent ; beare your staffe handsomely , contract The brow , and look more superciliously . 1.

I warrant you for my part .

2. We came now From practise . Play .

Can ye do 't with confidence ?

3. These verie clothes have made me proud already , It was some Lords cast sute , I 'll lay my life . Enter one with perfume . 1.

And mine , it smels of honour .

Play .

So , so , how now man ?

2.

He looks pale : My Lord , how d' ee ?

1.

Well , well , I hope 't is but conceit it .

3.

Of what ?

1. Will the pox lye in clothes ? I can not tell , I finde some alteration in my body , Sin be I shifted . Play . 'T is a meere conceit , They were an honest mans , upon my knowledge , A Captaine of the traine Band in the Countrey , They were brought against the generall Muster last ; He were 'em that day , and to Church the Sunday Following , and most carefully sene 'em up , To taste our London Lavender . 1.

Sir , you have satisfied me .

Play . Be sprightly ; where 's this Prince ? See and attend him in fit state . Enter Cousen for the King , and Lords , Sir Clement . Flourish . 2.

He 's here .

Play . Now by that sprig , a pretty Majesty ; But wo't thou not be out of thy Kings part ? And when the Wine is wanting at the Banquet , Call upon drawers , quarrell with your Nobles , Or when we shall present our man of morgages , Take him aside , and borrow halfe a crowne , To give your whore benevolence , which trifled For you last tilting , or be drunke too soone , And leave our project in the dirt . Cous. My Lords , This fellowes insolence must be corrected ; Dispose him in what prison you think fit . Lo.

He 's mad , I thinke .

Cous. To Bedlam with him then , Is this a place for fools or madmen , who Admitted him ? take him , see you He be well whipt , and let him thanke our mercy , Bandog . Play . I quake already , excellent Warbucks , Coole , coole thy lungs , and whisper with some Lord , Thou wo't be a key too high else , good Sr. Clement , Master of the house , at whose cost we are entertain'd . Sr. Cle. My part is rotten In my head , doubt not . Enter Pursevant . Play .

Is he come ?

Purs.

He waits in the first chamber .

Play . Let the Lutes Begin , and their best voice , and then admit him . Soft Musicke . Enter Hornet . Horn. Here 's revelling , my purse must be squeez'd for 't : That 's the King , the rest are bare ; how supple they are I' th hams , that Courtier has Oyl'd his joynts , He looks this way , they point at me ; a rot O'th at knaves finger . 1 Lo.

What fellow 's this ? who waits ?

Purs. It was his graces pleasure , he was sent for , My good Lord . 1. Mr. Hornet ? Let me have the honour to present him . War. Is this the man whom all so much commend For his ability . Horn.

I smell no good from that word , ability .

War. Discreet and read i' th' Commonwealth , a man Fit for employment in the State . 2.

The very same .

War.

His countenance is promising .

Sr. Clem. If the King of Spaine Had but his head , that politick head , I know who might go fish for the Low-Countreyes . War.

His garments are but course .

Sr. Cle.

His minde is rich .

Hor.

They praise me , I am a thousand pound the worse for 't .

3.

Wil t please your Maiesty ?

War.

Kneel downe ; Thy name ?

Horn.

Giles Hornet , your poore creature .

War.

Rise up , Sir Giles Hornet .

Horn.

But am I Knighted ?

Lords .

We congratulate your honour .

Horn. What must I pay for it ? I 'll sell it any friend of yours againe , For halfe the money . War. Some have care to give His body more becomming ornaments ; He shall be like himselfe , and then we will confer More honors on him . Exit Pursevant . 1 Lo. Do you make haste , his Grace Will have you new thatch'd ; you must have clothes Fitting your State and honorable title . Horn.

These will be good enough for me , 'las I am not able .

1 Lo. Nay , you must have 'em from his Wardrobe , sir , They 'll cost you nothing ; You 'll not looke in those , Like a poore Knight of Windsor . War.

When he is ready , give us knowledge .

1 Lo.

Yes , sir . Exeunt . Flourish .

Horn.

What will become of me ?

1. You were best prepare , Your cloathes will be here presently , the King Will send for you before you be ready ; Cast Your old skin off : Do you not to save sheets And trouble , wrap your selves a night i' th blankets ? Or are they ashamed to show the Linings ? Horn. Hum ? if this be but preparative to a whipping , What case am I in ? Enter servants with clothes . 1. Well said , now they are come ; Be nimble now , and helpe to fit Sr. Gyles . Horn. Alas , must I weare this doublet ? it would yield Heaven knowes how much to burne . 1 Lo. You may be disparate When 't is on , and burne your body with it , sir , Horn.

I sha'not know my selfe .

1 Lor.

Be that time we ha' done wi' ye .

Ser.

Fit as they were made , sir .

Enter Playfaire . Play .

Which is Sir Gyles ?

Horn.

I am the man you please to call Sir Gyles .

Play . Then I congratulate your happy fortune ; Y' are like to be exalted , his Grace talkes Much on you , I 'll be proud to be your servant : My Lord , a word . Horn.

What Gentleman is that ?

Ser. The Bridegroom , Sir , in great favour , I can tell you , And new created by his Highnesse , Baron Of Landskip ; his living is far off . Horn.

My very good Lord , my breeches are almost on .

Ser.

There be the Keyes .

Horn. His Grace has pleas'd to shine upon A piece of barren earth . Play . You are too modest ; The King has been informed , Sir Gyles , you are One of the ablest men in his Dominion : Should vertue still be cloath'd in rags ? Advance it To honour , and regard you waste your braine At home , in cheap and low engagements , sweat Your soule out , for a poore and paltry living ; Old houses , let 'em fall to the dull Lord O' th' Manner ; switch me up a Towne together , Or meddle not ; This or that straggling Acre 's Not worth your care ; Study some Monopoly , May sweep the Kingdome at a stake ; Despise A project wo'not bring in halfe the City ; Finde out a way to forfeit all the Charters ; Have an Exchequer of your owne , and keep The Princes round about in pension : These are becomming businesses , and speake An active State-man . Horn. You do talk strange things , My Lord . Play . His keyes are things verie Materiall to our businesse . 1 Lo.

And I have 'em .

Play . So , so : I will account it one of my felicities , To be a witnesse of your Honour , Sir . Horn.

Oh , my good Lord of Landskip .

Ser.

How shall we dispose these ?

1 Lo. The Hang-man will not have them , and I feare , They will corrupt a well ; 'faith give them stable roome . Enter 3 Lord . 3 Lo. My Lord , the King asks for you ; Good Sir Gyles Write me i' th' number of your faithfull friends . Play .

We must attend .

1 Lo. Do not yet say he 's ready , The Barber has a dutie to dispatch , He will be houres a rubbing , washing , powdering . Then I 'll attend him to his Presence . Play .

We shall excuse him so long , still your servant .

1 Lo.

The Barber , sir , attends in the next roome .

Horn.

I wo'not shave .

1 Lo.

He feares his throat .

Horn.

I never give above three-pence .

1 Lo. Talk not you of charge , You have but yet your welcome : do not you Think , good sir Gyles , but we can shave you too . Exeunt . Enter Close , Startup in his shirt . Star .

Where is he , Close ?

Clo. I told him , sir , You lay in a chamber o' th t'other side , The house , whither he is gone with his sword drawne , And curses of themselves able to kill you : You did affront him once , and now his Mistresse Has quite neglected him , for your love , he thinks : He 'll make you an example to all Rivals ; I 'll bring your clothes hereafter , yet your feare And running , sir , will keep you warme enough . Star .

Honest Close , thou hast sav'd my life .

Clo.

Death , is he not behind you ? this way , good sir . Exeunt .

Enter Nurse , and Mistresse Frances . Nur. Ha' you not made a fine choyce , I did ever Think he was false ; your mother did but counterfeit The love-sick widdow all this while , to trie him . Fran.

Trie him , Nurse .

Nur. She told me so her selfe , Assuring him the state was hers , and you At her devotion ; put him to his choyce , To take her with the wealth , or you with nothing : What followed , you have heard , come be wise yet , And love the Countrey Gentleman that dotes on you ; He 's rich , and halfe a foole , I 'll fetch him to you . Fran. My mother counterfeit ? why may not Hartwell Pretend as well as she , fearing her anger And policie , if he refus'd her love ? I have observ'd some sorrow in his gestures , As he were willing to deliver something , If opportunitie would give him leave : He cannot be so false , now I suspect He does obey some dire necessitie : 'T would puzzle a wise lover to be so Severely put to 't . Nurse brings in Hartwell in Startups clothes . Nur. On like a bold Captaine , Give her a broad side , she 's within your shot , I 'll leave you . Fran.

'T is the foole , Why Nurse ?

Hart.

Nay , fly not before you heare .

Fran.

'T is Hartwell .

Hart. If my voyce Betray me not . Fran. Why in this shape ? some trick in 't , He hides his face , I 'll put him to 't however , Although the houre be unseasonable , any time We may expresse our joy : my Nurse once told me You were not well , and gone to bed , your health Is welcome as my owne ; I dare not , sir , In modestie presume to bid you stay , And to requite your paines , kind Mr. Startup . Hart.

She knowes me not .

Fran. Forgive me if I blush , I have no other way , but to declare My eyes that late frown'd on your love shall smile . Hart.

On me ?

Fran. On none but you : I have beene too Unkindly dealt withall by Hartwell , whom How dearly I affected , good Heaven knowes : But I have read discretion to my fancie , And were he here , he should be witnesse of My vowes to you , if you accept my heart , And can with equall truth embrace it , I Will chuse my husband here ; you , only you , This faith be registred in Heaven , shall challenge from me a wives obedience . Hart.

Planet-struck . Enter Nurse .

Nur. Away , your mother 's up ; I wo'd not for A thousand pound she find you in this chamber . Fran.

I have undone my selfe . Exit Frances .

Nur. Sweet Mr. Startup , to your owne lodging , Take that close lanthorne with you : Passion of me , what makes her rise ? Hart.

I will discover yet .

Nur. Discover ; what ? Ha , Mr. Hartwell . Hart.

You ha' midnight plots .

Nur.

Oh , we are wretched , miserable , what have I done ?

Hart. Oh , who shall lead me to a world where are No women ? Farewell all , I 'll be above Your charms , and find out death , a cure for love . Exit .
ACT. IV. Enter Startup , Close . Start . Where are we now ? 't is verie cold , why do'st not Lead me to some house ? Clos. What , at this time a night ? All people are a bed , the verie Owles Are in their dead sleep ; or if we could Be admitted , would you venture a this fashion , And publish your disgrace , proclaime your selfe Coward , and lay some imputation Upon the place you came from , where your hopes May yet be faire for marriage ? This brunt over . To meet some Drunkard now were comfortable , Whose eyes enflamed might serve for torches , Or he might spit flapdragons from his fire Of Sack , and light us : But no sober man , Considering what case you are in , sir , By my consent should see you . Start .

Ha , what 's that ?

Clos.

Where , where ? a fire-drake .

Start . Now 't is gone : 't is bright Agen , Is 't not a spirit ? Oh deliver me . Clos.

I have heard some such things use to walke the fields .

Start .

What shall I do ?

Clos. Pray , pray with as much strength As if you had no land , or were confined To my annuity : Now I feare no spirits ; This riches makes us cowards ; Hide your selfe , I will go neerer . Star . Dost know the devill if thou seest him , Close ? A pox of love , if this be the reward on 't ; Some call it fire , but I finde no such matter ; I am frozen to the Blanket , and my teeth Strike one another , and keep time like hammers That beat a Psalme upon the vertuous Anvile ; I do beleeve if they were beaten out , They would make false Dyce , there 's quicksilver in 'em , I know already by their dancing . Clos.

Sir , where are you ?

Star .

Here I am still .

Clos.

Y' are a dead man .

Star .

More terrour ? what 's the matter ?

Clos. 'T is my Master with a darke Lanthorne , that pursues us : By This darknesse , 't is his voice , wrap your selfe up , And roule into some ditch , flight will betray us . Start .

I had as good be kill'd , but yet I 'll venture . Exit .

Clos. 'T is he indeed , and more than I expected : The matters do not fadge well with his Mistris . Enter Hartwell . Hart. What a sweet thing is night ? how calme and harmlesse ? No whispering , but of leaves , on which the breath Of heaven playes Musick to the birds that slumber ; Here are no objects to betray our sence To repentance , nor can women , thus Advantag'd by the Tapers of the night , Spread their temptations to undoe poore man : What a fine book is heaven ? which we may read Best now , when every Star is a faire letter : How much they wrong thee night , which call thee guilty Of rapes and murders : 'T is the day , that like A glorious whore , engages men to act 'em , And taking then the darknesse to obscure 'em : We unjustly lay the shame upon thy browes , That art so innocent ; Thou never sawest them Befriended with this silence ; I begin To wander : There 's no wildernesse abroad , To him that 's lost at home . Clos.

Sir .

Hart.

Who 's that ?

Clos. One that has taken paines for you to night : I am Close . Hart.

What mak'st thou here ?

Clos. I wait upon My charge ; I led your Rivall a procession In 's shirt , perswading him you had resolv'd To cut his throat else ; he 's hard by at 's prayers , And thinkes you ha' pursued him . Hart. Ha , I 'll do 't ; Shew me the foole , by all my hopes I 'll kill him , And send his base heart as a present to her : Fate has preserved me with this revenge , And I will not delay his death a minute . Clos.

You wo'not kill him basely ?

Hart.

No .

Clos. Why then There is no feare but he 'll live long enough ; I 'll undertake he nere shall go provided To fight w' ee ; and for other satisfaction , Name it , and take it ; so I 'll fetch him to ye . Hart. Stay , I have been too passionate , let him live To be her punishment ; that 's revenge enough , While I pursue my owne wayes . Clos.

Whither now ?

Hart. Whither thou must not follow , by thy honesty , I charge thee come not after me . Clos.

That bindes my attendance , sir .

Hart. But not when I command The contrary , if thou dost move this way , Thou drawest my anger ; Minde the preservation Of the tame thing you undertooke ; Farewell , If thou dost love me , follow not , nor question 'T is in my power to loose thee or my selfe . Exit . Clos. I cannot see i' th' darke with spectacles , And mine owne eyes ha' lost him o' the suddaine ; Well , I must hope the best ; What shall I do With my hen-hearted lover , that would give Halfe his estate his colde fit were well over : I shall make worke for the Physitians : Candles and Cullices will nere restore him ; If he but scape with life , I am not sorry , He may be a souldier , and indure the trenches ; I put him first to the becomming sufferance : But what are these ? an army of hornes and Halberds ? Upon my conscience , the Watch ; I thought The fields had not been haunted with these goblins : I cannot run ; If I should squat , and they finde me , There were no mercy but Bride-well , Or some such lovely place ; I am resolv'd To cast away a few good words upon 'em , A leg and worshipping ; the Constable That leads the rusty Regiment will quit me , I passe the gates wo't often , and so may The devill if he pay the Porter ; blesse you : Enter Constable and Watch-men . My masters what a clocke is 't ? 1.

Who 's theere ?

Const.

I charge you stand .

Clos.

Your worship may do much .

Const.

Where have you beene ?

Clos.

At Islington , and please you , about businesse .

Const. Some thiefe , I warrant him , no honest man , I know by his basket hilt , some rogue that watches , The fields are pester'd with such sturdy robbers . Clo.

He is a rogue that watches , for my part .

Con.

He cals my watchmen rogues .

1.

How Mr. Constable ? you are one your selfe .

Const.

A way with him .

Clo.

Good Sir .

2.

We will provide you a lodging .

Clo.

Where ?

Con.

New prison .

Clo. But are you in earnest , Gentlemen ? If there be no remedy . 2.

We 'll humble you .

Clo.

I have a companion hereabouts : where are you Sir ?

Star .

Here in the ditch .

Const. They seldome go alone : We 'll finde him out ; ha sirra . Enter Watch-men and Startup . Star .

I thanke you honest men : where art thou Close ?

Clo.

Here ; these good men will helpe us to a lodging .

Star .

Blessing on their hearts , I am almost starv'd .

Const.

Yes , we 'll do you that favour ; Come away , sir .

Star .

Whether shall we go now ?

Clos.

To prison .

Star .

How , Close ?

1.

You shal be close enough .

Star .

D' ee heare , sweet Gentlemen ?

Clos. I follow , Sir , I cannot leave you in adversity ; All this is for your health , cleane straw is warme , sir ; You have the benefit of being naked : I shall have worke to morrow in the woollen . Const.

Away , away ; bring them away . Exeunt .

Mistris Bellamy and Nurse . Bell. I heard some noise ; looke , call up the servants , See if the Gentlemen be a bed ; I 'm troubled . Nur.

Oh Mistris ?

Bell.

What 's the matter ?

Nur. Mr. Startup is not a bed , and here is all is left Of Mr. Hartwell . Bell.

This is verie strange .

Nur. I dare not tell her of his shift , they 're gone , The doores I found left open , and no signe Which way they are bestowed . Bell. This puzzles me : Pray Heaven there be no mischiefe in this absence : Is Franck abed ? Nur.

Yes .

Bell. What should move 'em To leave my house so late , and Mr. Hartwell Without his clothes ? Some knock there : Beshrew me but I trembled . Nur. 'T is a stranger , And sayes he would speake with you . Bell. At this late houre ? What accidents are these ? from whence ? Nur.

I know not .

Bell.

Has he no name ? what should this meane ?

Nur.

He sayes he is a Countrey-man of Mr. Startups .

Bell.

Admit him , he perhaps does bring some newes .

Enter Countrey-man . Count . By your leave Mistresse , pardon my importunitie At so unfit an houre . Bell.

Y' are welcome , sir .

Count . I met with fortunate directions , Though I came late ; I understand you have A guest , one Startup of Northampton-shire , That comes a wooing to your daughter . Bell. Such an one there was that supt with us , and went To bed ; but since , as I have faith , I know not Which way he has convey'd himselfe ; another Gentleman too is missing , and his Rivall . Count . Pray do not mock me , Lady , I ha rid A great way , and the businesse much concernes him . Bell. You may beleeve me , he is no such treasure I should conceale him . Enter Frances . Count Then I see you dally : Know , Mistresse , you may slack your preparations , Your daughter must look out another husband , He is contracted . Bell.

How ?

Count . And something more , Gotten with child one , that without blushing I cannot call my daughter ; he shall make Her credit straight agen , although my fortunes Have no equalitie with his , I shall Find Law to force him . Fran. You preferr'd this sutor , This newes returnes my bloud . Bell. Sir , you shall find All truth I have deliver'd , I am not sorrie , To heare this newes , this is no time to seek him : Please you accept the lodging that was his , My servant shall attend you in the morning , To help your search . Count . You seeme a noble Gentlewoman , I take your courtesie . Bell.

Nurse , a light ; pray walk , sir .

Fran. I was unkind to Hartwell , he not wise ; But love still apprehends too much , or nothing . Exit Countrey-man . Bell. Frances , a word : do not you know what is Become o' these Gentlemen . Fran. Not I , their absence Is strange to me . Bell.

Oh , Franck , I am undone .

Fran.

Good Heaven , forbid .

Bell. This Gentleman , Mr. Hartwell , Whom we shall never see agen , I feare . Fran. How , mother ? are you acquainted With any cause to feare thus . Bell. 'T is in vaine To tell thee how I loved him . Fran.

Blesse my senses ! you love him ?

Bell. 'Bove all the world , affectionately plac'd him Too neere my heart . Fran. I heard you made pretence Of Love , to trie him for my sake ; and pardon me , If yet I dare not beleeve more . Bell.

Oh Franck —

Fran. My heart doth thrill , I feele a coldnesse run Through all my veines already . Bell. I had no other thought , At first ; but wisely to distinguish whether His heart was fixt on thee , or my estate ; With resolution , if I found him more A Courtier of thy fortune than thy person , To punish him with losse of both : But Love Hath chang'd both scene and title in our Comedy , And what I meant should shipwrack all his hopes , Hath ruin'd us , his modest and calme answer : To accept my tender , with such force and reason Directed to my fancie , turn'd my purpose , And made me his indeed , his perfect Lover : But now we ha' both lost him . Fran. All the pietie That ever taught children to love their mother , Will but suffice to keep my heart obedient . Was ever Maid so miserable ? Was there No other , in my fate , to rivall me I live too long ; oh breake , breake my poore heart ; For she that gave me life , hath took it from me . Bell.

Why do you weep ?

Fran. I do not weep , or if I do , I know not why . Bell. Now I perceive Thy duty was but counterfeit , you love him , Upon my life you love him still ; Have my Commands no more respect ? My care and love So ill rewarded , that my heart desiring One comfort in the world , and shall my childe Rise up to take it from me ? Fran. Alas I knew not You loved him too , indeed I had rather die Than you should call me rebell . Bell. Now I see The cause of his departure in this fashion , Pray heaven he have not made away himselfe : Did ever childe deceive a mother so ? I have a sad presage , you may to bed , And rise without my blessing , yet You may stay , wherefore should I despaire Of his returne ? You say you could not tell That I affected him . Fran. Indeed not I , And do believe it now against my will ; But I am your daughter . Bell. Shew it , in confirming Your selfe to my desires , and what is past , I can forgive you , if he come againe : Will you be rul'd , and shew no favour to him ? For 't is in you , I see , to make me happy ; I will not tye you to affect the other , Choose any for your husband but this man , My love and prayers shall go along with you ; Answer . Fran. Indeed I dare not , yet could I Put off the knowledge that you are a mother — Bell.

What then ?

Fran. Though in imagination I allow you The greatest woman in the earth , whose frowne Could kill , and eyes at pleasure make alive Agen ; I could say — Bell.

Pray let 's heare .

Fran. I durst tell you , In confidence of my cause , that you betray Two innocents to sorrow ; and though heaven Looke on , and seem to smile upon your cruelty , Yet there is punishment for divorcing those Whose hearts that hath conjoyned : I durst tell you , Though all your terrours were prepared to punish My bold defence ; you were a tyrant . Bell.

How ?

Fran.

A most unjust , a sacrilegious tyrant .

Bell.

You would not be so violent .

Fran. That thus , Not only ruine and deface the Altar , But steal away the very Sacrifice ; And I durst adde and smile upon your anger . Though as you frown'd death stood in every wrinckle , My soul 's above your tyranny , and would From torturing flame , receive new fire of love , And make your eye faint to behold the brightnesse Of my poore bodies Martyrdome ; and if ever Love shewed a miracle , my heart should beare The Characters of him you have torne from it , With beames about it like a Saint that suffer'd : But as you are my mother , thus I kneele And beg a pardon for my innocence , If that offend you ; Live you happy still , And be the Mistris of your vowes , live to Enjoy whom you affect , may every houre Returne new blessings on you both ; renew Your spring , and let him thinke you young againe , And let me beg but this for all my duty ; Against that day you marry him to provide My Coffin , for I feare I shal , not have Breath many minutes after , to pray for you . The herbs that shall adorne your Bridall chamber , Will serve my Funerall , and deck my Herse ; Beneath which you should say , there lies your daughter That dies to shew obedience . Bell. Why shouldst thou Continue thus to him ? Fran. I know he loves me , yet hereafter your affections May not . Bell. But never procure thee one sad thought ; Now I have tried you both ; assure my childe , I loved him but for thee , dispose thy selfe To be his Bride : This newes , at his returne , Will make all well to rest . Fran.

Can this be true ?

Bell.

'T were sin to mocke thee any more : To bed .

Fran. I 'll spend all night In prayers for you , mother : Oh my Hartwell Exeunt . Enter Playfaire and his Cousen . Play .

I am bound ever to thee .

Cous.

Does she not become her rich cloathes too ?

Play . The morning never look'd So fresh , nor Venus with more charmes upon her : Adon would melt before her eye , and wooe her Her kisses , at expence of his last breath : Cupid himselfe , could he but see , would fall In love with her , and throwing away his shafts , Offer the empty quiver to her eyes , Ambitious to fill it with her beames ; The least of which , would wound more hearts , than ail His stocke of golden Arrowes . Cous.

No more Raptures .

Play . Didst thou not know before , that love is able , Without the helpe of Sacke , to make a Poet , My nimble Mercury , Ioves Herald in Reversion ? Cous. I must confesse I had a trick of Mercury when I pick'd His pocket for the Keyes . Play .

He never mist 'em ?

Cous. His eyes were drench'd in suds , and I return'd em Ere they recover'd light . Play . 'T was excellent ; He walkes in darknesse still . Cous.

D' ee think he 'll know her ?

Play . His cloathes already have Made him forget himselfe , or if he have But the remembrance of such a woman ; The more he sees her now , the more he 'l thinke The change impossible . Cous.

Where ha' you left him ?

Play . I' th' Gallery , where with much patience , He does expect his highnesse will send for him . Cous.

Then all runs smoothe , his wonder still continues .

Play . I fed that humour artificially ; He is halfe perswaded all 's but a dream , To which imagination his clothes Are a great help , because he paid not for 'em : Sometimes he is very merry , then agen He struts about with such a scurvy pride , As some new crept into Nobility ; When men of their first Livery come to see 'em ; His honour has so chang 'him , that he now Knowes not of what Religion he is ; Or if he chance to thinke of his first faith , He spits o' th hangings , and excused with , I do not like the Story , 't is apocryphall : Sometimes he 'll offer at a jest , and talke Non-sense with him that has been seaven yeares Lorded ; Frowne upon any man that will presume To have more knowledge , in worse clothes ; I told him It was his Graces pleasure he should be Controuler of the Masque , and he did sweat , As he were studying for some mighty oathes To cleere the presence : he is here ; away . Exit . Hornet and Sr. Clement . Horn. And you are Master of the house , Sir Clement , For so I heard you call'd . Clem. It is my name , Sr. Gyles , unworthy of this grace his Highnesse Is daign'd to shew in honouring of my daughter . Horn.

And was she married this morning , say you ?

Clem.

This morne she lost her Virgin name .

Horn. I have not seen her yet , nor any of the Ladies , You have but little noise methinkes in the house . Clem.

It would offend his Grace .

Horn. Who , as you say , came hither privately , with a small train Of Lords ; Would I might see his face agen ; I am not sent for yet , I have beene ready , Sr. Clement , these three houres , and I do wonder His Grace forgets himselfe so much . Clem.

That Musick speaks him on entrance .

Enter Cousen and Lords . Flourish . Cous. I , that garbe becomes him ; How was his person lost within that shape He was first presented to me ? Horn. Indeed the case is somewhat a Altered , by your highnesse bounty To your poore subject , Hornet . Play . Now he lookes As he did scorne the quorum , and were hungry To eat a Statesman ; 'Las an office in The houshold is too little for a breakfast : A Baron , but a mornings draught , he 'll gulpe it , Like a round Egge in Muscadine : Me thinkes At every wiping of his mouth , should drop A golden saying of Pythagoras ; A piece of Machiavell ; I see already Hang on his Beard ( which wants but stroaking out ) The Statutes and the Magna Charta have Taken a lease at his tongues end . Cous. I will think on 't ; He shall be — but to th' banquet , Then let the masque be ready , there we shall Employ your worthy diligence . Horn. Heaven blesse your mightie Grace . Cous. You 'll follow . Exit . Horn. I attend you presently : I know not what to think of these things yet , 'T is verie strange I should be thus exalted Without desert ; best knowne unto my self . Princes I see are mortall , and may be Deceiv'd in placing of their honours , I Am little better than a favorite , If this be true : If ? 't is a question , Let me consider wisely , it may be I am not I . No , no , I am a Knight : Are these my clothes ? I did not use to weare such A pocket in my sleeve and velvet hose , Six times translated since they were a Mid-wives Fore-part , were things I wore on holidayes . The price of these would break a Cammels back , And yet some men walk under 'em like Elephants , And have varietie , as the Devill were Their Taylour , who best knowes where all their land lies . Then why this cost on me ? it is a dreame , And I am verie glad on 't , 't is impossible I should be true , it does not hang together , I will have patience till i wake agen , And care not what becomes on 't . Enter Sr. Clement . Clem. 'T is his Highnesse Pleasure now the banquet 's done . Horn. How , the banquet done ? I was comming to 't , You could hardly say grace by this time . Clem. That 's a ceremony growne out of use ; It was a running banquet . Horn. A running ? so it seemes , it made great haste : I doe dreame certainly , there 's no sense nor reason In any thing they say . Sr. Clem. You know your place , The masque will straight begin , and his Grace wo'not Have any one admitted , he resolves , If the conceit affect him , it shall be Perform'd i' th' Court hereafter , i' th' meane time He does command all privacie : There are Some set to guard the door ; but your care must Provide his Highnesse be not interrupted . Back , they are rude already . Exit . Knocks . Horn. Let me alone : What turbulent Knave is that ? Within . I am a Countrey Gentlemen , Sr. Gyles ; And if I may presume upon good clothes , You may before his Grace call me your Couzen , And not be asham'd ; here is a Lady too . Horn. A Lady too ? Is she with child ? What makes she Here , and she be with child already ? ' Tell thee none such shall be admitted , while I am in place : More rapping ? Keep the doores , If I do fall a swearing once , look to 't . Within . I beseech you , for my wives sake . Horn. Thy wives ? What 's he that pleads In forma pauperis ? Within . A Citizen , and like you . Horn. Like me ? thou lyest : I am more like a Lord . Thou shalt fare ne're the better for that word : Knock downe the women , and there be a hundred . And make their husbands drunk ; the Guard are lazie : These womens insolence will force a Statute , I will petition to the King my self , They may have libertie but once a yeere To see the Gally foist , then be confined To their Chamber , and one Prentice — yet agen . Within . Sir Gyles , Sr. Gyles , you know me well enough . Horn.

But while I am in office I 'll know no body .

Scri.

I am your Scrivenor .

Horn. Draw thy purse , wherein Thou keep'st thy eares , and leave 'em at the doore ; The Guard trust none without a pawne ; they 'll serve , If they be ne're redeem'd , to seethe in milke For a sore throat : Jewes eares I know they are . Scri.

Sir Gyles , here 's your Neece .

Horn.

My Neece ? the devill she is .

Neec.

Within . Pray Uncle let me in .

Horn. Her very voice : Ha ? open the doores there ; Where is she ? With.

Whom ?

Horn.

My Neece that call'd to me .

With.

None call'd : nor was there any woman here .

Horn. No , nor my Scrivener bawling out , Sir Gyles , Not at any hand your worship . Horn. Then I dreame , And I am a fool to make a question on 't . With.

Ha , ha , ha .

Horn. The knaves laugh at me , but let 'em , I Shall be as merry with this tale to morrow : What fancies men have in their sleep sometimes ? His Highnesse . Enter Cousen , Lords . Where be the Ladies ? Clem.

They are all i' th' Masque .

Horn.

Nay , 't is no matter , why do I aske the question ?

Clem.

You 'll see 'em , Sir , anon .

1 La. wil t please your Grace ? Gives papers to the King and Sr. Gyles . And you Sir Gyles , the subject of the Masque . Horn. What 's here , the three Goddesses Contention for the golden ball ? Enter Playfaire , dancing , with a Golden Ball in his hand . This is Paris ; So . Enter Iuno , Pallas , Venus . These are the three Goddesses ; Iuno , Pallas , Venus . The Goddesses dance , and court Paris for his Ball : To Iuno enters one like a King ; Takes his Crowne and Scepter , offers it to Paris , he refuses . 2 Lo.

Iuno doth wooe him with her State and Kingdomes .

Horn.

But he refuses , more foole he .

To Pallas , enter one like a Souldier arm'd , with a Booke in his hand ; She presents them to Paris , he neglects . Clem. He is not for her service , though she offer To make him Schollar and a Souldier : A compleat man . Horn. No , no , that fairie must win the ball . To Venus comes Cupid , leading in Hornet's Neece , richly drest . Ha ? that 's my Neece . Clem.

Which , Sr. Gyles ?

Horn. That whom Dame Venus and her Dandiprat Are busie withall . 1 Lo.

Why that 's the Bride .

Horn.

Bride , quotha ?

Clem.

Married this morning ; 'T is my daughter , sir .

Horn. Nay , if she be my Neece , I am sure she was not Married this morning . Paris receives the Neece , and gives Venus the Ball ; Iuno , Pallas , with their Masquers , Exeunt . She 's safe enough at home , And has but halfe her wits , as I remember : The devill cannot juggle her from my custody . Ha , ha , I do dreame still . Cupid joynes their bands , and sings ; Which done , Exeunt Masquers . Cous.

'T is time to breake off revels : How like you this , Sr. Gyles ?

Horn.

A very fine dreame , ifaith .

Cous. I see you 'd be a bed ; You are not us'd To these late houres . Clem.

Lights for his Highnesse .

Horn. I humbly beg your license I may returne to my owne lodging . Clos.

Well , sir , 't is easily granted .

Exit . 1 Lo.

Lights for Sir Gyles : One shall attend you home .

Horn.

Ha , ha , ha .

Clem.

Why do you laugh ?

Horn. At a conceit , at a conceit : What did I eat last night , to make me dream thus ? Exeunt .
ACT. V. Enter Hartwell apprehended , Countrey-man Officers , Servant . Hart.

You have done well ?

Countr. Would you had done no worse . These are his clothes , and you must give account How you came by 'em , and produce him safe Ere you acquit your selfe ; We may suspect You ha' kill'd him . Horn. Then I obey my destiny ; Justice I see pursues the guilty person : Dispose me where you please . Officer .

He does confesse .

Hart. What ere you be , you can but have my life For his ; all your revenge can reach no higher : And to the law I yeeld my selfe . Countr. My hopes are colde As his blood whom thou hast slaine : Thou hast Been cruell in this act , to me and mine ; Whose fames in him are miserably wounded : But looke for the reward . Hart. I must expect it ; In the meane time I do not beg your mercy : Life is a burden , I would faine be rid on 't . Does he weary me to carry it ? Serv.

I 'll acquaint my Mistris .

Count .

Do so : To the next Justice ; come away

Exeunt . Enter Hornet . Horn. She 's gone , she 's gone , I shall run mad ; My Neece , Rob'd of three thousand pound in her escape , I finde too late , I am awake and gull'd , Nor know I whom to accuse for my tormentors ; Devils or men , but sure they were not men , But very fiends I revell'd with last night . That I could meet the prince of devils that knighted me , The Poets call him Pluto , god of riches ; I and my learned Councell would undo him In Law , in very Law , which he should finde Hotter ere I had done , than hell it selfe , And call his place of torment , in three Termes , But a refreshing to 't : Yet let me see , I have the portion still , though she be vanish'd , That 's better than my Neece , but if she marry , I lose it all there ; there 's the vexation . Enter Cousen . Cous.

Save Mr. Hornet .

Horn. 'T is too late , away , I do not love unnecessary complement . Cous.

This he ?

Horn. Yes , I am he ; am I not very fine ? What do you thinke this trim will cost me , ha ? Three thousand pounds , no more ? Cous. The Broker wo'not Lend halfe the money . Horn. Will you , sir , be gone , I ha' no money to lend now , it is not , You know , in fashion , with rich clothes . Cous. I came for other purpose , and with newes perhaps , You would be willing to receive ; You have A Neece ? Horn. No ; such a creature was in my possession : Do you know where she is ? Cous.

Faith I imagine .

Horn. Ha , good sir ? pray forwards : You shall have money upon good security . Cous. I thanke you , sir , for nothing ; I do owe you Too much already , on these tearmes . Horn.

My Neece , as you were saying .

Cous.

Were you knighted lately ?

Horn.

Is that talk'd abroad ?

Cous. No generall rumour ; By a chance I came Where such a thing was whisper'd only whisper'd ; Just as he was describ'd : In my opinion Y' are very handsome , and do looke as like a reverend — Horn.

Asse .

Cous.

Why , you shall have it , sir .

Horn. But touching my Neece , good sir , That most ungracious giglet , That 's run or stolne away , juggled last night Out a my doores . Cous.

Did not she leap the casement ?

Horn. Do not increase my agony ; you came — Cous. With civill meaning to discover how You may be abus'd . Horn. What money do you want , sir ? Your owne bond shall suffice . Cous. I ha sworne never To write my name or marke ; But I can tell — Horn.

Where I may finde this girle .

Cous. More I can do , if need require ; T is in my power to give Her back to your possession , and I am willing . Horn.

An honest man .

Cous. On reasonable conditions , and such As shall not trench on borrowing money . Horn.

Honester yet .

Cous. For you shall give it freely and get by 't ; For you must understand if I do this , I shall betray a friend of mine , that has Put me in trust , one that intends to marry her , ( For truth to tell , they are not yet contracted ) To marry her , d' ee marke ? and yet e're morning Three thousand pounds upon her , Is 't not so much ? One that has lent me sums too without parchmont . Or foolish circumstance , to be repaid ; Which you were never yet so much a Christian , As to be guilt of , in your Usurers gallon Of conscience melting Sacke ; This deserves something , But cause some expedition is required ; You have a Bond of mine . Horn.

For fifty pound .

Cous. I had but forty , and your Scrivenor paid , With whom , perhaps , your worship too divided ; If you remember , there were precious dinners , Ere I could count my Chickens altogether , Which was your thrift and my expence ; You shall First cancell that Bond , nay this wo'not dot , And give , d' ee marke , give me a hundred pieces , Perhaps I 'll drinke your health : This shall retrive Your Neece , and give her into your hands , Though for my treachery , I be sung in ballads , And have the towne curse if ever I marry . Horn.

'T is too much for no more labour , sir .

Cous. If I consider , Three hundred will not bring me to 't agen ; Thus faire I 'll deale with you ; I 'le not touch your money Till I ha' don 't , but then I will be sure : Fetch , fetch the businesse . Horn.

The Bond is ready .

Cous. I will have ready money too : You have Bags of all sizes and denominations . I , these things promise well ; now I 'll attend you . Horn.

Do this fear for me , and 't is all thine owne .

Exeunt . Enter Iustice , Playfaire and Neece . Iust. Now we may wish you say , the Priest has tyed That knot no subtilty nor malice can Dissolve ; And repent not I have been An actor in your Comedy , though I should not Be tempted easily to such another Engagement ; For your sake I have dispenc'd with My person and my place . Play . You alwayes were My loving Uncle . Neec. Sir , you have , in this , Deserv'd our lives and fortunes . Play . It was good mirth To heare him confident all our device Was but a dreame . Iust. He is awake by this time ; Should your Cousen faile , we 'll have another way To invite him ; And if honesty prevaile not , Force him till he consent . Enter Servant . Serv.

Some offenders are brought to be examin'd .

Iust. Nephew , withdraw , and you , faire Bride ; These troubles Are incident to my place , I 'll soon dispatch 'em . Enter Countrey-man , Hartwell , and Officers . How now my Masters ? Mr. Hartwell ? ha ! Hart. Looke on me ; Sir , as a delinquent ; These Are able to accuse me . Iust.

What offence ?

Const.

Nothing , but for killing of a man .

Iust.

What proofe ?

Countr.

He has confest it , Sir .

Enter Mistria Bellamy and Frances . Iust. Mistris Bellamy , You are come in a sad time : Here 's Mr. Hartwell Accus'd for killing . Bell. 'T is not possible . Good sir believe it not . Iust.

He does confesse .

Horn. I am not worth your prey , gentle lady In vaine I should extenuate my fact , To have the troubles of examinations ; Here I confesse agen , my hand is guilty Of killing him whose feeble arme durst not Lift up a weapon to defend himselfe . Iust.

That was not manly .

Hart. I but slew a coward Startup , and could I call his life agen , As soone I should destroy it ; you perhaps Know not my provocation : He has My Rivall , sir , pardon me : Mistris Bellamy , To whom I only seemed a Proselyte In love , I had no heart to give from her : And in my study to decline your anger ; I fell upon her scorne , which in few minutes , Engaged me to this Fate ; Not am I troubled That I must dye , when she upon whose faith I durst have laid the hopes of my eternity , Hath violated all the trust of woman . Count . Wil t please you , sir — Iust.

Forbear a little .

Hart. Tell me , most unkinde , if thou didst love At all ? How couldst thou thinke I should be such A desperate Atheist , that thou so soone , And with a strange Apostacy should'st revenge it ? These swelling drops which in thy innocence Might ha' prevail'd to ha' restor'd the dead , Heaven now doth looke on , and despise : And though Thou shed moist tribute on this Tombe , 't shall slide , Neglected o're the Marble , and be lost , As if the stone had sense to punish thy Disdaine of me : I can behold that weeping , And not be moved to wish I were not guilty Of killing him whose love had been thy triumph ; And I dare boldly , still in the contempt Of what I am to suffer , and the justice Of my owne truth , challenge thy soule to answer In what I was beneath that gaudy foole , Excepting that he had more earth than I To helpe his scale , which yet he may be indebt for To his fathers sins : Alive , he could not merit One cold disdaine from thee ; And dead , how comes it He should be worth thy teares ? But let thy eyes Chide this unruly sorrow ; dresse thy cheekes With their fresh blood again , and let thy face Open a book of smiles , in the assurance I have not long to live ; When I have numbred A few sad minutes , thou shalt be reveng'd , And I shall never trouble thee : If this Be not enough , extend thy malice further : And if thou find'st one man that lov'd me living , Will honour this cold body with a grave , Be cruell , and corrupt his charity . So fare ye well . Fran. Yet you must stay and heare me : He sha'not suffer , if my friends or state Can purchase him a pardon : Where 's the body Of him that 's slaine ? Countr. We know not ; But you heare His free confession of the fact . Iust. This may Proceed from discontents ; Life to some man Is but their torment in whose paine they will , As on the Wracke , confesse what never Was in their thought . Hart. Speak it agen , and I Dare promise thee to live . Fran. My heart was ever Constant , my mothers love was but thy triall , As mine a seeming change in thy disguise , Which was not able to secure thee from me ; The words were , I would choose my husband here : But what will this availe us ? Hart.

Mr. Iustice , I here discharge you .

Iust.

How ?

Hart. My joyes obeyes No limits ; I accus'd my false unjustly , The fool 's alive . Countr.

Startup , Where ?

Hart. I know not that , My servant 's with him , but if he ha' plaid The hang-man , starv'd or smother'd him in a ditch , I ha' made faire worke . Omnes .

This were a welcome truth .

Enter servant . Serv.

Sir , the Constable .

Iust. I had rather it had been my Kinsman and the Usurer ; But wait and give me knowledge when they come . Enter Constable , Startup , Close , Officers . Const.

Where 's Mr. Justice ?

Hart. It is he and Close ; Then I am secure , your pardon , and thy love . Bell. You have it freely , and a mothers prayers For both your happinesse . Const. Please your worship , these We took last night i' th' fields suspiciously , And by my owne authority I condemn'd 'em . Star .

Shall we be hang'd , Close , we are condemn'd already .

Iust.

This is the Gentleman was kill'd .

Start . Sweet sir , no ; Not kill'd out right , but I was almost starv'd With cold : These Gentlewoman know me , And I should know that Hose and Doublet too ; Those garments which you weare , I have oft seen , sweet sir . Clos.

Well said Ierouinte .

Start . I was faine to borrow These of a prisoner that lies in , upon My Diamond Ring . Iust.

You are discharg'd .

Start .

And we too ?

Iust.

Yes , and joy in every bosome .

Start .

Close , you must know this your Mistris : Sweet Lady .

Fran.

How ?

Clos. 'T is enough for you to know her , sir , And me to acknowledge . Countr.

Do you know me , sir ?

Start .

Hum ; yes , who brought you to town ? And your daughter too , sweet sir ?

Countr.

And you shall right her .

Start . Is she growne crooked ? I knew her too well . Peace , not a word more , I know your meaning , Do not discredite me , sweet sir , and we 'll steale downe And marry her ere any be aware on 't ; I wo'not stay to shift me , take no leave ; The jest will be when I am in the Countrey , How like an asse he 'll look in my apparrell . Exeunt Startup Country-man , Enter servant . Serv.

Sir , Mr. Playfaires Cousen and the tother Gallant .

Iust. I must intreat your patience a little , You 'll meet with friends in the next roome . Enter Cousen , Hornet . Cous.

Excuse my boldnesse , sir , this Gentleman .

Iust.

Mr. Hornet , you are very welcome .

Horn. Good sir no ceremony ; We are come 'Bout businesse : I have lost my Neece , and would Know where she is . Iust.

D' ee take me for a Wizzard ?

Cous. Sir , our desires are modest ; That you would Be witnesse to a bargaine , and receive Some trifles , sir , in trust to be deliver'd To me , If I restore his Kinswoman . Horn. Not else ; On that condition I deposite These hundred pieces , and a bond , if he Deliver me my Neece , they are his fraught , If not , they call me owner . Cous. Pardon , sir , That I presume to bring this trouble to you . Iust.

'T is none at all .

Cous.

You sha'not long expect : So rest you merry .

Iust.

How fare you , sir ?

Horn. As you see , falne away an inch since morning , But this will physicke me ; If I possesse This harlotry agen , I 'll make her sure : Trust not a woman , they have found the herbe To open locks ; not brazen Towers can hold 'em . Or if they get not loose , they have the vertue Of Loadstones ; Shut up in a box , they 'll draw Customers to them ; Nay , being dead and buried , There is a suspicion they will breake the grave , Which puts so many husbands to the charge Of heavy stones to keep their bad wires under . Iust.

You are moved ?

Horn. Oh Mr. Justice you are honest , I ha' been abus'd , so miserably cheated , I am asham'd to thinke on 't , Stay , what , musicke ? Enter Cousen , leading the Neece . Ha , 't is my Neece ; the very same . Cous.

There , sir , you have her , and I must ha' these .

Horn.

Take 'em : But you shall go with me ; have I found you ?

Neec.

How Unckle ? a reveller ? you 'll lead mea Corranto .

Horn.

You shall dance homewards .

Enter Playfaire . Play .

What make you so familiar with my wife ?

Horn.

How , wife ? is she married ?

Cous. 'T is upon record , I 'll bring a Parson that shall take his oath on 't Horn.

Give me my hand and money , Mr. Justice .

Hart.

Where ? where ?

Cous. Here , here , but not to be recovered By law : I have a judgement , sir , against you . Horn. You have conspired to rob , cheat , and undo me ; I 'll have you all Star-chamber'd . Play .

Sir , be calme , and hear us .

Horn.

I 'll hear nothing .

Play . Yes , you shall ; It will be necessary , I am bold , Presuming on her favour , to demand A parcell of three thousand pound , the sum belongs to me , by vertue of a marriages And I must have it . Horn.

Tell me of a marriage ?

Cous. I saw the Priest conjoyne 'em : He will deserve your love . Play . Perhaps you may continue A thousand , or two thousand , for six moneths , Upon security . Horn.

Persecution .

Iust. Faith sir consider , It is more safe to see her thus bestowed , Than trust a jury ; If the Doctor had Given her too much Opium , or purg'd Her soule away , things might so worse ; But I Keep counsell . Horn.

Ha' ye mortified me yet ?

Cous.

For your owne sake , and as you are true Knight .

Enter Mistris Bellamy , Hartwell , Frances , and Close . Horn. Now , ha ye done ? The widdow ; Not a word more , take her , I 'll pay you sir , Three thousand pounds to morrow : Noble widdow You were in the first list to be invited ; My Neece I told you of , is married to This worthy Gentleman . Bell.

You looke like a Bridegroom .

Horn. 'T is in your power to make it good ; What say you , Shall we have issue ? Now the word of comfort . Bell.

I will never marry .

Horn. You are resolv'd why , so : Come hither Nephew , Shalt be my heire , I love thee for thy wit ; But charme thy friends , they do not laugh at me : I 'll be a Knight too , if I live , and build An Hospitall for twenty more o' th' Order , Which I 'll reduce my selfe out of the Suburbs ; It is a shame such men should lose their spurs In womens Petticoats , and turne Squires agen To Whores , or Parasites to Noble men , For want of fit provision . Iust. An excellent foundation . But where 's Startup ? Clos.

Sunke , I thinke .

Hart. Nere conjure for him ; we are ingratefull to Our blisse : But wasting of these precious minutes , Which are so many ages , till the Church Hath made us perfect . Horn. Is there any more Worke for the Priest ? Then give you joy before hand , And let us celebrate the day together . Play . I 'me glad of your conversion ; Ye are the first Jew that in my remembrance has turn'd Christian . Iust.

Walke on to joyes .

Hart. 'Twixt Love and Fortune , now the accounts are even : A chaine of hearts , and the first linck in heaven .
FINIS .
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Gentlem●n A Gentleman , Cousen to Playfaire . 〈…〉 My master has given over house-keeping . or plans wealth , extorted From widdowes and from orphans , nor will all His plentie keep his ▪ Spare your travell , I sha'not practise these in haste , and ▪ Heaven be thank'd , has left you , Hornet ; but I ha newes for you . ▪ ; But he has a project to employ 'em all . affection● active , And of great birth , have courted my affection, , And if they flatter not , commend my person 〈◊〉 Were you ever married ? ▪ Sweet Sir , no ; all men are not alike . 〈◊〉 wits in towne , I ha brought money a purpose wo' mee for it ; If any will sell me a penny-worth 〈◊〉 indeed he run his countrey ; my father did out run the Constable . ▪ Not run , sweet Lady ? If you have occasion to use me , I wo'not ▪ the agitation of her tongue will manifest : Shee's here . ●ick This Doctor has for tick led me , I cannot chuse but laugh , ha , 〈◊〉 charge Out of my portion , I could love an old man Rarely , An old man with a bed full of bones 〈◊〉 man Rarely , An old man with a bed full of bones &c. ▪ 'tis good luck ; doe you know him , Vnckle . 〈◊〉 Together one day ; but you'll burne Sea - cole To save charges , and stink the poore soules lo●e The minde is the first beauty , which true love Aspires to , when 'tis waited on with person gh●sse And I ghuesse ere long , Such an occasion will present ●ins thee ; Henceforth I'll look upon thee as my sins , And beg as much forgivenesse that I knew ▪ I was round with her , I call'd her asse and coxcombe , And twenty sweet-he●rt What ayles my Masters sweet-heart , she frighted ? I met and askt her for ▪ a desire to serve you ; you may trust him . 〈◊〉 Well , well , I hope 'tis but conceit it . clothe● Will the pox lye in clothes ? I can not tell , I finde some alteration tel● Will the pox lye in clothes ? I can not tell , I finde some alteration in my body ▪ Sin ▪ tell , I finde some alteration in my body , Sin be I shifted . Sinbe tell , I finde some alteration in my body ▪ Sin be I shifted . knowl●dge conceit , They were an honest mans , upon my knowledge , A Captaine of the traine Band in the Countrey Maste● , They were brought against the generall Muster last ▪ He were 'em that day , and to Church l●st were brought against the generall Master last ▪ He were 'em that day , and to Church the ▪ brought against the generall Master last ; He were 'em that day , and to Church the ▪ Cousen for the King , and Lords , Sir Clement . Flourish . 〈◊〉 , To give your whore benevolence , which trifled For you last tilting , or be 〈…〉 And leave 〈…〉 which trifled For you last tilting , or be drunke too soone, And leave our project in the dirt . L●. Lo. Wa●●e●k I quake already , excellent Warbucks , Coole , coole thy lungs , and whisper ●upple That's the King , the rest are bare ; how supple they are I'th hams , that Courtier has Oyl'd knay●s this way , they point at me ; a rot O'that knaves finger . for'● praise me , I am a thousand pound the worse for't . Lo▪ 1 Lo. ▪ Exeunt . Flourish . 〈◊〉 ; Cast Your old skin off : Do you not to save sheets And trouble , wrap your selves a night● 〈◊〉 sheets And trouble , wrap your selves a night i'th blankets ? Or are they ashamed to show d●sparate You may be disparate When 'tis on , and burne your body with O● And new created by his Highnesse , Baron Of Landskip ; his living is far off . sttragling Towne together , Or meddle not ; This or that straggling Acre's Not worth your care ; Study some Exch●quer way to forfeit all the Charters ; Have an Exchequer of your owne , and keep The Princes round ●elicities So , so : I will account it one of my felicities , To be a witnesse of your Honour , Sir fear● The Hang-man will not have them , and I feare , They will corrupt a well ; 'faith give Ha● Ha' you not made a fine choyce , I did ever ▪ something , If opportunitie would give him leave : He cannot be so false , now I suspect He ▪ Nurse brings in Hartwell in Startups clothes . heave● to undoe poore man : What a fine book is heaven ? which we may read Best now , when every luddaine spectacles , And mine owne eyes ha' lost him o'the suddaine ; Well , I must hope the best ; What shall ▪ run ; If I should squat , and they finde me , There were no mercy but Bride-well , Or hil● him , no honest man , I know by his basket hilt , some rogue that watches , The fields are Gentl●m●n looke , call up the servants , See if the Gentlemen be a bed ; I'm troubled . childen All the pietie That ever taught children to love their mother , Will but suffice ▪ Altar , But steal away the very Sacrifice ; And I durst adde and smile upon your anger Co●●m Against that day you marry him to provide My Coffin , for I feare I shal , not have 〈…〉 after fear● you marry him to provide My Coffin , for I feare I shal , not have 〈…〉 after , to pray for I●sha marry him to provide My Coffin , for I feare I shal , not have 〈…〉 after , to pray for 〈…〉 My Coffin , for I feare I shal , not have Breath many minutes after , to pray for you . The herbs that Merse chamber , Will serve my Funerall , and deck my Herse ; Beneath which you should say , there lies 〈◊〉 of which , would wound more hearts , than ail His stocke of golden Arrowes . Io●es Sacke , to make a Poet , My nimble Mercury , Ioves Herald in Reversion ? fuds His eyes were drench'd in suds , and I return'd em Ere they recover'd light saf● She's safe enough at home , And has but halfe her wits devi●l but halfe her wits , as I remember : The devill cannot juggle her from my custody . Ha , d●eame juggle her from my custody . Ha , ha , I do dreame still . Highness● Lights for his Highnesse . confess● He does confesse . I● I must expect it ; In the meane time I do not beg your mercy : m●a●e I must expect it ; In the meane time I do not beg your mercy : Life is a tim● I must expect it ; In the meane time I do not beg your mercy : Life is a burden acqu●i●t I'll acquaint my Mistris . parchmon much ? One that has lent me sums too without parchmont . Or foolish circumstance , to be repaid to'● consider , Three hundred will not bring me to't agen ; Thus faire I'll deale with you ; B●gs I will have ready money too : You have Bags of all sizes and denominations . I , these Pr●●st Now we may wish you say , the Priest has tyed That knot no subtilty nor malice 〈◊〉 may wish you say , the Priest has tyed That knot no subtilty nor malice can Dissolve ; And subtity you say , the Priest has tyed That knot no subtilty nor malice can Dissolve ; And repent not Co●ntrey-man Enter Countrey-man , Hartwell , and Officers . 〈◊〉 , Which was not able to secure thee from me; The words were , I would choose my 〈…〉 But 〈…〉 from 〈◊〉 The words were , I would choose my husband here: But what will this availe us ? ●ir Good sir no ceremony ; We are come 'Bout businesse Ne●ce are come 'Bout businesse : I have lost my Neece , and would Know where she is . C●us. Cous. 〈…〉 am asham'd to thinke on't , Stay , what , musicke ▪ ▪ asham'd to thinke on't , Stay , what , 〈…〉 ? Co●●anto How Unckle ? a reveller ? you'll lead mea Corranto . 〈◊〉 I'll bring a Parson that shall take his oath on't ●ustice Give me my hand and money , Mr. Justice . ye● Ha've mortified me yet ? co●jure Nere conjure for him ; we are ingratefull to Our blisse