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Actors Names . MEN. Czar or great Duke of Moscovy . Mr. Williams . Archas , the Loyal Subject , General of the Moscovites . Mr. Mills . Theodore , Son to Archas , Valiant and Bold . Mr. Wilks . Putsky ( alias ) Brisky , a Captain , Brother to Archas. Mr. Griffin . Alinda ( alias ) Archas , Son to Archas. Mrs. Rogers . Burris an honest Lord , the Dukes Favourite . Mr. Bickerstaffe . Borosky a Malicious seducing Counsellor to the Duke . Mr. Keen . Ensign to Archas , a Stout Merry Souldier . Mr. Johnson . Souldiers , Gentlemen , Guards . WOMEN . Olimpia Sister to the Duke Mrs. Finch . Honora Daughters of Archas. Mrs. Temple . Viola Daughters of Archas. Mrs. Norris . Petesca Servants to Olimpia . Mrs. Cox . Lady . Servants to Olimpia . Mrs. Tapsford . Bawd , a Court Lady .

Scene MOSCO .

THE PREFACE .

THE Judicious and Candid will account it a Work of meer Supererogation , either to make any Apology for , or say any thing by way of Encomium on , this present Performance or its Authors ; who are both universally and deservedly celebrated . This Play having been entertained with a general Approbation , not only formerly when it's Compilers were alive and able to support it both by their Character and Interest ; but even now , in this our more Polite and Critical Age , being lately revived just in its own Native and Original Simplicity , without being dismembred , curtail'd , or passing the Index Expurgatorius of any of our Modern Refiners , meeting with a kind Reception sutable to its Merit ; some Puny Poetaster , disguised under the Coverture of a Petticoat , hath presumed to graft his wild degenerate Crab , on this Noble Stock ; but what delicious Fruit it has produced , I leave to the distinguishing Taste of the discerning and generous Encouragers of the Stage .

This spurious Brat being now handing into the World by the Midwifry of the Press , dismally Lame , Distorted , and Imperfect ; and the Town having been so penetrating and judicious , as well as kind and tender , that when this legitimate Off-spring of our Beaumont and Fletcher , appeared on the Stage the very same Day as the By-Blow did ; it shewed a true Gust of Standard-Wit , and quitted the Impostor to embrace the Legitimate .

And indeed our Loyal Subject is so intirely compleat in all his Parts , and so well studied and considered in all the Incidents , that it's Improvement or Correction would be a Work for the most accurate and sublime Pen.

Wherefore it might justly be accounted both Ingratitude and Injustice , not to undeceive the World by publishing him intire , from the Original , that those who were so well pleased with him on the Stage , may , when they please , be entertained by him in their Hands , and the Composers Memory and Reputation vindicated from the Imputation of such gross Absurdities and self-inconsistent Incongruities , which often occur in the new modelled ones .

THE Loyal SUBJECT ; OR , THE Faithful General .
ACT I.
Scene I. Enter Theodor and Putskie . Theod. CAptain , your Friend 's prefer'd , the Princess has her , Who , I assure my self , will use her nobly ; A pretty sweet one 't is , indeed . Put. Well bred , Sir ; I do deliver that upon my Credit , And of an honest Stock . Theod. It seems so , Captain , And no doubt will do well . Put. Thanks to your Care , Sir ; But tell me , noble Colonel , why this Habit Of Discontent is put on through the Army ? And why your valiant Father , our great General , The Hand that taught to strike , the love that lead all ; Why he , that was the Father of the War , He that begot , and bred the Soldier , Why he sits shaking of his Arms , like Autumn , His Colours folded , and his Drums Cas'd up , The Tongue of War for ever ty'd within us ? Theod. It must be so : Captain , you are a stranger , But of a small time here a Soldier , Yet that time shews ye a right good , and great one , Else I could tell ye hours are strangely alter'd : The young Duke has too many Eyes upon him , Too many fears , 't is thought too , and to nourish those , Maintains too many Instruments . Put. Turn their Hearts , Or turn their Heels up , Heaven ? 'T is strange it should be , The old Duke lov'd him dearly . Theod. He deserv'd it ; And were he not my Father , I durst tell ye , The memorable hazards he has run through Deserv'd of this Man too ; highly deserv'd too ; Had they been less , they had been safe , Putskie , And sooner reach'd regard . Put. There you strook sure , Sir . Theod. Did I never tell thee of a Vow he made , Some Years before the old Duke dy'd ? Put. I have heard ye Speak often of that Vow ; but how it was , Or to what end , I never understood yet . Theod. I 'le tell thee , then ; and then thou wilt find the reason : The last great Muster , 't was before ye serv'd here , Before the last Duke's Death , whose honour'd Bones Now rest in Peace , this young Prince had the ordering , ( To Crown his Father's hopes ) of all the Army : Who , to be short , put all his Power to Practise : Fashion'd , and drew 'em up ; but , alass , so poorly , So raggedly and loosly , so unsoldier'd , The good Duke blush'd and call'd unto my Father , Who then was General : Go Archas speedily , And chide the Boy , before the Soldier find him , Stand thou between his Ignorance and them , Fashion their Bodies new to thy Direction ; Then draw thou up , and shew the Prince his Errors . My Sire obey'd , and did so ; with all Duty Inform'd the Prince , and read him all Directions : This bred distaste , distaste grew up to anger , And anger into wild Words broke out thus : Well , Archas , if I live but to Command here , To be but Duke once , I shall then remember , I shall remember truly , trust me , I shall , And by my Father's Hand ; the rest his Eyes spoke . To which my Father answer'd , somewhat mov'd too , And with a Vow he seal'd it ; Royal Sir , Since for my Faith and Fights , your scorn and anger Only pursue me ; if I live to that day , That day so long expected to reward me , By his so ever noble Hand you Swore by , And by the Hand of Justice , never Arms more Shall rib this Body in , nor Sword hang here , Sir : The Conflicts I will do you Service then in , Shall be repentant Prayers : So they parted . The time is come ; and now you know the wonder . Put. I find a fear too , which begins to tell me , The Duke will have but poor and slight Defences If his hot Humour raign , and not his Honour : How stand you with him , Sir ? Theod. A perdue Captain , Full of my Father's Danger . Put. He has rais'd a young Man , They say a slight young Man , I know him not , For what desert ? Theod. Believe it , a brave Gentleman , Worth the Duke's respect , a clear , sweet , Gentleman , And of a noble Soul : Come , let 's retire us , And wait upon my Father , who , within this hour , You will find an alter'd Man . Put. I am sorry for 't , Sir . Exeunt .
Scene II. Enter Olimpia , and two Gentlewomen . Olim. Is' t not a handsom Wench ? 2 Wom. She is well enough , Madam : I have seen a better Face , and a straiter Body , And yet she is a pretty Gentlewoman . Olim. What think'st thou , Petesca ? Petes . Alass , Madam , I have no skill , she has a black Eye , Which is of the least too , and the dullest Water , And when her Mouth was made , for certain , Madam , Nature intended her a right good Stomach . Olim. She has a good hand . 2 Wom. 'T is good enough to hold fast . And strong enough to strangle the neck of a Lute . Olim. What think ye of her Colour ? Petes . If it be her own , 'T is good black Blood ; right Weather-proof , I warrant it . 2 Wom. What a strange pace she 'as got ! Olim. That 's but her Breeding . Petes . And what a manly Body ? Methinks she looks As though she would pitch the Bar , or go to Buffets . 2 Wom. Yet her behaviour 's utterly against it , For me thinks she is too bashful . Olim. Is that hurtful ? 2 Wom. Even equal to too bold ; either of 'em , Madam , May do her Injury when time shall serve her . Olim. You discourse learnedly , call in the Wench . Ex. Gent. What envious Fools are you ? Is the Rule general , That Women can speak handsomly of none , But those they are bred withall ? Petes . Scarce well of those , Madam , If they believe they may out-shine 'em any way : Our natures are like Oyl , compound us with any thing , Yet still we strive to swim o' th' top ; Suppose there were here now , Now in this Court of Mosco , a strange Princess , Of Blood and Beauty equal to your Excellence , As many Eyes and Services stuck on her ; What would you think ? Olim. I would think she might deserve it . Petes . Your Grace shall give me leave not to believe ye ; I know you are a Woman , and so humour'd ; I 'le tell ye , Madam , I could then get more Gowns on ye , More Caps and Feathers , more Scarfs , and more silk Stockings , With rocking you a-sleep with nightly railings Upon that Woman , then if I had nine lives I could wear out ; by this hand ye ' would scratch her Eyes out . Olim. Thou art deceiv'd , Fool ; Enter Gentlewomen and Alinda . Now let your own Eyes mock ye . Come hither , Girl ; hang me , and she be not a handsom one . Petes . I fear it will prove , indeed , so . Olim. Did you ever serve yet In any place of Worth ? Alin. No , Royal Lady . Petes . Hold up your Head ; fie . Olim. Let her alone , stand from her . Alin. It shall be now , Of all the Blessings my poor youth has pray'd for , The greatest and the happiest to serve you ; And might my promise carry but that Credit To be believ'd , because I am yet a stranger , Excellent Lady , when I fall from Duty , From all the Service that my Life can lend me , May ever-lasting misery then find me . Olim. What think ye now ? I do believe , and thank ye ; And sure I shall not be so far forgetful , To see that honest Faith die unrewarded : What must I call your Name ? Alin. Alinda , Madam . Olim. Can ye Sing ? Al. A little , when my Grief will give me leave , Lady . Olim. What Grief can'st thou have , Wench ? Thou art not in Love ? Al. If I be , Madam , 't is only with your Goodness ; For yet I never saw that Man I sigh'd for . Olim. Of what Years are you ? Al. My Mother oft has told me , That very day and hour this Land was blest With your most happy Birth , I first saluted This World's fair light : Nature was then so busy , And all the Graces , to adorn your Goodness , I stole into the World poor and neglected Olim. Something there was , when I first look'd upon thee , Made me both like and love thee ; now I know it ; And you shall find that Knowledge shall not hurt you : I hope ye are a Maid ? Al. I hope so too , Madam ; I am sure for any Man ; and were I otherwise , Of all the services my hopes could point at , I durst not Touch at yours . Flourish . Enter Duke , Burris and Gent. Pet. The great Duke , Madam . Duk. Good morrow , Sister . Olim. A good day to your Highness . Duk. I am come to pray you use no more Persuasions For this old stubborn Man ; nay , to Command ye ; His Sail is swell'd too full ; he is grown too insolent , Too Self-affected , proud , those poor slight Services He has done my Father , and my self , has blown him To such a pitch , he flies to stoop our favours . Olim. I am sorry , Sir ; I ever thought those Services Both Great and Noble . Bur. However , may it please ye But to consider 'em a true Heart's Servants , Done out of Faith to you , and not self-fame : But to consider , Royal Sir , the dangers ; When you have slept secure , the mid-night Tempests , That as he marcht , sung through his aged Locks ; When you have fed at full , the Wants and Famines ; The Fires of Heaven , when you have found all temperate , Death with his thousand Doors — Duk. I have considered ; No more ; and that I will have , shall be . Olim. For the best , I hope , all still . Duk. What handsom Wench is that there ? Olim. My Servant , Sir . Duk. Prethee , observe her , Burris . Is she not wondrous handsom ? Speak thy freedom . Bur. She appears no less to me , Sir . Duk. Of whence is she ? Ol. Her Father I am told is a good Gentleman , But far off dwelling ; her desires to serve me Brought her to the Court , and her Friends have left her . Duk. She may find better Friends : Ye are welcome , fair One , I have not seen a sweeter : By your Ladies leave : Nay , stand up sweet , we 'll have no superstition : You have got a Servant ; you may use him kindly , And he may honour ye : Good morrow , Sister . Exit Duke and Burris . Ol. Good morrow to pour Grace . How the Wench blushes ? How like an Angel now she looks ? 1 Wom. At first Jump , Jump into the Duke's Arms ? We must look to you , Indeed , we must , the next jump we are Journey-men . Pet. I see the ruin of our hopes already , Would she were at home again , milking her Father's Cows . 1 Wo. I fear she 'll milk all the great Courtiers first . Olim. This has not made ye proud ? Al. No , certain Madam . Ol. It was the Duke that kiss'd ye . Al. 'T was your Brother , And therefore nothing can be meant but Honour . Ol. But say he love ye ? Al. That he may with safety : A Prince's love extends to all his Subjects . Ol. But say in more particular ? Al. Pray , fear not ; For Vertue 's sake deliver me from doubts , Lady : 'T is not the name of King , nor all his Promises , His Glories , and his Greatness stuck about me , Can make me prove a Traitor to your service ; You are my Mistriss , and my noble Master , Your Vertues my ambition , and your favour The end of all my Love , and all my Fortune ; And when I fail in that faith — Ol. I believe thee , Come wipe your Eyes ; I do : Take you example — Petes . I would her Eyes were out . 1 Wom. If the Wind stand in this door , We shall have but cold Custom ; some Trick or other , And speedily . Petes . Let me alone to think on 't . Ol. Come , be you near me still . Al. With all my duty . Exeunt .
Scene 3. Enter Archas , Theodor , Putskie , Ancient , and Soldiers , carrying his Armour piece-meal , his Colours wound up , and his Drums in Cases . Theod. This is the heaviest march we e're trod , Captain . Puts . This was not wont to be ; these honour'd Pieces The fiery God of War himself would smile at , Buckl'd upon that body , were not wont thus , Like Relicks to be offer'd to long rust , And heavy-ey'd oblivion-brood upon 'em Arch. There set 'em down ; and glorious War farewel ; Thou Child of Honour , and ambitious Thoughts , Begot in Blood , and nurs'd with Kingdoms ruines ; Thou golden danger , courted by thy Followers Through Fires and Famines , for one Title from thee , Prodigal Man-kind spending all his Fortunes ; A long farewel I give thee : Noble Arms , You Ribs for mighty Minds , you Iron-houses , Made to defy the thunder-claps of Fortune , Rust and consuming Time must now dwell with yee : And thou good Sword that knewst the way to Conquest , Upon whose fatal edge Despair and Death dwelt , That when I shook thee thus , fore-shew'd destruction , Sleep now from Blood , and grace my Monument : Farewel my Eagle ; when thou flew'st , whole Armies Have stoopt below thee : At Passage I have seen thee , Ruffle the Tartars , as they fled thy fury ; And bang 'em up together , as a Tassel , Upon the stretch , a flock of fearful Pigeons . I yet remember when the Volga curl'd , The aged Volga , when he heav'd his head up , And rais'd his Waters high , to see the Ruins , The ruins our Swords made , the bloody ruins ; Then flew this Bird of Honour bravely , Gentlemen ; But these must be forgotten ; so must these too , And all that tend to Arms , by me for ever . Take 'em you holy Men ; my Vow take with 'em , Never to wear 'em more : Trophies I give 'em , And sacred Rites of War to adorn the Temple : There let 'em hang , to tell the World , their Master Is now Devotion 's Soldier , fit for Prayer , Why do ye hang your heads ? Why look you sad , Friends ? I am not dying yet . Theod. Ye are indeed to us , Sir . Puts . Dead to our Fortunes , General . Arch. You 'l find a better , A greater , and a stronger Man to lead ye , And to a stronger Fortune : I am old Friends , Time , and the Wars together make me stoop , Gentlemen , Stoop to my Grave ; my Mind unfurnish'd too , Empty and weak as I am ; my poor Body , Able for nothing now but Contemplation , And that will be a Task too to a Soldier : Yet had they but encourag'd me , or thought well Of what I have done , I think I should have ventur'd For one knock more , I should have made a shift yet To have broke one Staff more handsomly , and have died Like a good Fellow , and an honest Soldier , In the head of ye all , with my Sword in my hand , And so have made an end of all with credit . Theod. Well , there will come an hour , when all these Injuries These secure slights — Ar. Ha! no more of that , Sirrah , Not one Word more of that , I charge ye . Theod. I must speak , Sir . And may that Tongue forget to sound your Service , That 's Dumb to your Abuses . Ar. Understand , Fool , That voluntary I sit down . Theod. You are forc'd , Sir , Forc'd for your Safety ; I too well remember The time and cause , and I may live to curse 'em , You made this Vow , and whose un-nobleness , Indeed , forgetfulness of Good — Ar. No more . As thou art mine , no more . Theo. Whose doubts and Envies — But the Devil will have his due . Puts . Good gentle Colonel , Theo. And though disgraces , and contempt of Honour Reign now , the Wheel must turn again . Ar. Peace , Sirrah , Your Tongue 's too saucy ; do you stare upon me ? Down with that heart , down suddenly , down with it . Down with that Disobedience ; tye that Tongue up . Theo. Tongue ! Ar. Do not provoke me to forget my Vow , Sirrah , And draw that fatal Sword again in anger , Puts . For Heaven's sake , Colonel . Ar. Do not let me doubt Whose Son thou art , because thou can'st not suffer : Do not play with mine anger ; if thou dost By all the Loyalty my heart holds — Theo. I have done , Sir , Pray pardon me . Ar. I pray ye be worthy of it : Beshrew your Heart , you have vext me . Theo. I am sorry , Sir . Ar. Go to , no more of this ; be true and honest , I know ye are Man enough , mold it to just ends , And let not my disgraces ; then I am miserable , When I have nothing left me but thy angers . Flourish . Enter Duke , Burris , Boroskie , Attend. and Gent. Puts . And 't please ye , Sir , the Duke . Duk. Now , what 's all this ? The meaning of this Ceremonious Emblem ? Ar. Your Grace should first remember — Boros . There 's his Nature . Duk. I do , and shall remember still that Injury . That at the Muster , where it pleas'd your greatness . To laugh at my poor Souldiership , to scorn it ; And more to make me seem ridiculous , Took from my Hands my charge . Bur. O think not so , Sir . Du. And in my Father's sight . Ar. Heaven be my Witness , I did no more , ( and that with modesty , With Love and Faith to you ) then was my Warrant , And from your Father Seal'd : nor durst that Rudeness . And impudence of scorn fall from my Haviour , I ever yet knew Duty . Duk. We shall teach ye : I well remember too , upon some Words I told ye , Then at that time , some angry Words , ye answer'd , If ever I were Duke , you were no Soldier . You have kept your Word , and so it shall be to you . From henceforth I dismiss ye ; take your ease , Sir . Ar. I humbly thank your Grace ; this wasted Body , Beaten and bruis'd with Arms , dry'd up with troubles , Is good for nothing else but quiet , now , Sir , And holy Prayers ; in which , when I forget To thank high Heaven for all your bounteous favours . May that be Deaf , and my Petitions perish . Boros . What a smooth humble Cloak he has cas'd his pride in ? And how he has pull'd his Claws in ? There 's no trusting — Bur. Speak for the best . Bor. Believe I shall do ever . Du. To make ye understand we feel not yet Such Death of Valour and Experience , Such a declining Age of doing Spirits , That all should be confin'd within your Excellence , And you , or none be honour'd , take Boroskie The place he has Commanded , lead the Soldier ; A little time will bring thee to his Honour , Which has been nothing but the World's Opinion , The Soldiers fondness , and a little fortune , Which I believe his Sword had the least share in . Theo. O that I durst but answer now . Puts . Good Colonel . Theo. My heart will break else ; Royal Sir , I know not What you esteem Men's lives , whose hourly Labours , And loss of Blood , Consumptions in your Service , Whose Bodies are acquainted with more Miseries , And all to keep you safe , then Dogs or Slaves are . His Sword the least share gain'd ? Du. You will not fight with me ? Theo. No , Sir , I dare not , You are my Prince ; but I dare speak to ye , And dare speak truth , which none of their Ambitions , That be Informers to you , dare once think of ; Yet truth will now but anger ye ; I am sorry for 't . And so I take my leave . Du. Ev'n when you please , Sir . Ar. Sirrah , see me no more . Du. And so may you too : You have a House i th' Country , keep you there , Sir , And when you have rul'd your self , teach your Son Manners . For this time I forgive him . Ar. Heaven forgive all , And to your Grace a happy and long Rule here . And you Lord General , may your Fights be prosperous . In all your Course , may Fame and Fortune Court you . Fight for your Country , and your Prince's Safety ; Boldly and bravely face your Enemy , And when you strike , strike with that killing Vertue , As if a general Plague had seiz'd before ye ; Danger , and Doubt , and Labour cast behind ye , And then come home an old and noble story . Bur. A little comfort , Sir . Du. As little as may be : Farewel , you know your Limit . Exit Duke , &c. Bur. Alas , brave Gentleman . Ar. I do , and will observe it suddenly : My Grave ; I , that 's my limit : 'T is no new thing . Nor that can make me start , or tremble at it , To buckle with that old grim Soldier now : I have seen him in his sowrest Shapes and dreadfullest ; I , and I thank my honesty , have stood him : That audits cast : Farewel my honest Soldiers , Give me your Hands : Farewell , farewell good Ancient , A stout Man , and a true , thou art come in Sorrow . Blessings upon your Swords , may they ne'er fail you . You do but change a Man ; your Fortune 's constant : That by your ancient Valours is ty'd fast still : Be Valiant still and Good ; and when you fight next , When flame and fury make but one face of Horror , When the greatest rest of all your Honour 's up , When you would think a spell to shake the Enemy , Remember me ; my Prayers shall be with ye . So once again farewel . Puts . Let 's wait upon ye . Ar. No , no , it must not be : I have now left me A single Fortune to my self : no more , Which needs no train , nor complement : Good Captain , You are an honest , and a sober Gentleman , And one I think has lov'd me . Puts . I am sure on 't . Ar. Look to my Boy , he 's grown too Head-strong for me , And if they think him sit to carry Arms still , His Life is theirs : I have a House i th' Country , And when your better Hours will give you Liberty See me : you shall be welcom . Fortune to ye . Exit . Anc. I 'le cry no more , that will do him no good , And 't will but make me dry , and I have no Money : I 'le fight no more , and that will do them harm ; And if I can do that I care not for Money : I could have curst reasonably well , and I have had the luck too To have 'em hit sometimes : Whosoever thou art , That like a Devil did'st possess the Duke With these malitious thoughts ; mark what I say to thee , A Plague upon thee , that 's but the Preamble . Sold. O , take the Pox too : An. They 'll cure one another : I must have none but kills , and those kill stinking : Or , look ye , let the single Pox possess them , Or Pox upon Pox. Puts . That 's but ill i' th' Arms , Sir . Anc. 'T is worse i' th' Legs , I would not wish it else : And may those grow to Scabs as big as Mole-hils , And twice a Day , the Devil with a Curry-Comb Scratch 'em , and scrub 'em , I warrant him he has 'em Sold. May he be ever lowzy . Anc. That 's a pleasure , The Beggar 's Leachery : Sometimes the Soldier 's : May he be ever lazy , stink where he stands ; And Maggots breed in 's Brains . 2 Soul . I marrie , Sir , May he fall Mad in love with his Grand-mother , And kissing her , may her teeth drop into his Mouth , And one fall cross his Throat , then let him gargel . Put. Now , what 's the matter ? Enter an Express . Exp. Where 's the Duke , pray Gentlemen ? Put. Keep on your way , you cannot miss . Exp. I thank ye . Exit . An. If he be married , may he dream he 's Cuckol'd , And when he wakes , believe , and swear he saw it : Sue a Divorce , and after find her honest : Then in a pleasant Pig-sty , with his own Garters , And a fine running Knot , ride to the Devil . Put. If these would do — An. I 'le never trust my mind more , If all these fail . 1 Sold. What shall we do now , Captain ? For by this honest hand I 'le be torn a-pieces , Unless my old General go , or some that love him , And love us equal too , before I fight more : I can make a Shooe yet , and draw it on too , If I like the Leg well . Anc. Fight ? 't is likely . No , there will be the sport , Boys , when there 's need on 's . They think that t'other Crown will do , will carry us , And the brave golden Coat of Captain Cankro Boroskie : What a noise his very Name carries ? 'T is Gun enough to fright a Nation , He need no Soldiers ; if he do , for my part , I promise ye , he 's like to seek 'em ; so , I think , you think too , And all the Army : No , honest brave old Archas , We cannot so soon leave thy Memory , So soon forget thy goodness ; he that does , The Scandal , and the Scum of Arms be counted . Put. You much rejoice me ; now you have hit my meaning : I durst not press ye , till I found your Spirits . Continue thus . Anc. I 'le go and tell the Duke on 't . Enter 2d . Exp. Put. No , no , he 'll find it soon enough , and fear it , When once Occasion comes : Another Packet . From whence , Friend , come ye ? 2 Exp : From the Borders , Sir . Put. What News , Sir , I beseech ye ? 2 Exp. Fire and Sword , Gentlemen ; The Tartar's up , and with a mighty force , Comes forward like a Tempest , all before him Burning and killing . Anc. Brave Boys ; brave News , Boys . 2 Exp. Either we must have present help — Anc. Still braver . 2 Exp. Where lies the Duke ? Sold. He 's there . 2 Exp. 'Save ye Gentlemen . Exit . Anc. We are safe enough , I warrant thee : Now the time 's come . Put. I now 't is come , indeed , and now stand firm , Boys , And let 'em burn on merrily . Anc. This City would make a marvelous fine Bone-fire ; 'T is old dry Timber , and such Wood has no fellow . 2 Sold. Here will be trim piping anon , and whining , Like so many Pigs in a storm , When they hear the News once . Enter Boroskie , and Servants . Put. Here 's one has heard it already , Room for the General . Boros . Say I am faln exceeding sick o' th' suddain , And am not like to live . Put. If ye go on , Sir , For they will kill ye certainly ; they look for ye . Anc. I see your Lordship 's bound ; take a suppository , 'T is I , Sir ; a poor cast Flag of yours . The foolish Tartars They burn and kill , and 't like your Honour , kill us , Kill with Guns , with Guns , my Lord , with Guns , Sir . What says your Lordship to a Chick in sorrel Sops ? Put. Go , go thy ways , old True-penny ; Thou hast but one fault ; Thou art ev'n too valiant . Come to th' Army , Gentlemen , and let 's make them acquainted . Sold. Away , we are for ye . Exeunt .
SCENE IV. Enter Alinda , and two Gentlewomen . Al. Why , whither run ye , fools ; will ye leave my Lady ? Petes . The Tartar comes , the Tartar comes . Al. Why , let him , I had thought you had fear'd no Men ; upon my Conscience , You have try'd their strengths already ; stay , for shame . Pet. Shift for thy self , Alinda . Exit . Al. Beauty bless ye : Into what Groom's Feather-bed will ye creep now ? And there mistake the Enemy : Sweet Youths ye are , And of a constant Courage : Are you afraid of Foyning ? Enter Olimpia . Olim. O my good Wench , what shall become of us The Posts come hourly in , and bring new danger ; The Enemy is past the Volga , and bears hither With all the Blood and Cruelty he carries , My Brother now will find his fault . Al. I doubt me . Somewhat too late to , Madam ; but pray fear not , All will be well , I hope . Sweet , Madam , shake not . Ol. How cam'st thou by this Spirit ? Our Sex trembles . Al. I am not unacquainted with these Dangers : And you shall know my truth ; for e're you perish , A hundred Swords shall pass through me ; 't is but dying , And , Madam , we must do it ; the manner 's all : You have a Princely Birth , take Princely thoughts to ye , And take my Councel too ; go presently , With all the haste ye have , ( I will attend ye ) With all the possible speed , to old Lord Archas , He honours ye ; with all your Art perswade him , ( 'T will be a dismal time else ) wooe him hither , But hither , Madam ; make him see the danger ; For your new General looks like an Ass ; There 's nothing in his Face but Loss . Olim. I 'le do it , And thank thee , sweet Alinda : Oh , my Jewel , How much I am bound to love thee ; by this hand , Wench If thou wert a Man — Al. I would I were to fight for ye , But haste , dear Madam . Ol. I need no spurs , Alinda . Exeunt .
Scene . V. Enter Duke , 2 Exp. Attendants , Gent. Duk. The Lord General sick now ? Is this a time For Men to creep into their Beds ; What 's become Express Of my Lieutenant ? Exp. Beaten , and 't please your Grace . And all his Forces routed . Duk. That 's but cold News . Enter a Gent. How now , what good News ? Are the Soldiers ready ? Gent. Yes , Sir , but fight they will not , nor stir from that place They stand in now , unless they have Lord Archas To lead 'em out they rail upon this General , And sing Songs of him , scurvy Songs , to worse Tunes : And much they spare not you , Sir ; here they swear They 'll stand and see the City burnt , and dance about it , Unless Lord Archas come , before they fight for 't . It must be so , Sir . Duk. I could wish it so too : And to that end I have sent Lord Burris to him ; But all I fear will fail ; we must die , Gentlemen , And one stroke we 'll have for 't . Enter Burris . What bring'st thou , Burris ? Bur. That I am loath to tell ; he will not come , Sir . I found him at his Prayers ; there he tells me , The Enemy shall take him , fit for Heaven : I urg'd to him all our Dangers , his own Worths , The Countries ruin : Nay , I kneel'd and pray'd him ; He shook his Head , let fall a Tear , and pointed Thus with his Finger to the Ground ; a Grave I think he meant ; and this was all he answer'd . Your Grace was much too blame . Where 's the new General ? Duke . He is sick , poor Man . Bur. He 's a poor Man indeed , Sir : Your Grace must needs go to the Soldier . Duke . They have sent me Word They will not stir . They rail at me , And all the spight they have — Shout within . Enter Archas , Olimpia . and Alinda . What shout is that there ? Is the Enemy come so near ? Olim. I have brought him , Sir ; At length I have woo'd him thus far . Duke . Happy Sister ; O blessed Woman ! Olim. Use him nobly , Brother ; You never had more need : And Gentlemen , All the best Powers ye have , to Tongues turn presently , To winning and perswading Tongues ; all my Art , Only to bring him hither , I have utter'd ; Let it be yours to arm him : And good , my Lord , Though I exceed the Limit you allow'd me , Which was the happiness to bring ye hither , And not to urge yee farther : Yet , see your Country , Out of your own sweet Spirit now behold it : Turn round , and look upon the Miseries , Of every side the Fears : O see the Dangers ; We find 'em soonest , therefore hear me first , Sir . Duke . Next , hear your Prince ; You have said you lov'd him Archas , And thought your Life too little for his Service : Think not your Vow too great now , now the time is , And now you are brought to th' Test , touch right now Soldier , Now shew the manly pureness of thy Mettle : Now if thou beest that valued Man , that Vertue , That great Obedience teaching all , now stand it . What I have said forget , my Youth was hasty , And what you said your self forgive , you were angry . If Men could live without their Faults , they were Gods , Archas. He weeps , and holds his hands up ; to him , Burris . Bur. You have shew'd the Prince his Faults : And like a good Surgeon you have laid That to 'em makes 'em smart : He feels it , Let 'em not fester now , Sir : Your own Honour , The Bounty of that Mind , and your Allegeance , ' Gainst which I take it , Heaven gives no Command , Sir , Nor Seals no Vow , can better teach ye now What ye have to do , then I , or this necessity : Only this little 's left : would ye do nobly , And in the Eye of Honour truly Triumph ? Conquer that Mind first , and then Men are nothing . Alin. Last , a poor Virgin kneels : for Loves sake General , If ever you have lov'd ; for her sake , Sir , For your own honesty , which is a Virgin , Look up , and pity us , be Bold and Fortunate . You are a Knight , a good , and noble Soldier . And when your Spurs were given ye , your Sword buckl'd , Then were you sworn for Virtues cause , for Beauties , For Chastity to strike : strike now , they suffer : Now draw your Sword , or else you are recreant , Only a Knight i th' Heels , i th' Heart a Coward : Your first Vow honour made , your last but Anger . Ar. How like my virtuous Wife this thing looks , speaks too ? So would she chide my Dulness : fair one I thank ye : My gracious Sir , your Pardon , next your Hand : Madam , your Favour , and your Prayers : Gentlemen , Your Wishes and your Loves ; and pretty sweet one , A favour for your Soldier . Olim. Give him this Wench . Al. Thus do I tye on Victory . Ar. My Armour , My Horse , my Sword , my tough Staff , and my Fortune , And Olin now I come to shake thy Glory . Duke . Go Brave and Prosperous , our Loves go with thee . Olim. Full of thy Vertue , and our Prayers attend thee . Bur. &c. Loaden with Victory , and we to Honour thee . Al. Come home ye Son of Honour , And I 'll serve ye . Exeunt .
ACT II.
Scene I. Enter Duke , Burris , and Two Gentlemen . Duke . NO news of Archas yet ? Bur. But now , and 't please ye A Post came in , Letters he brought none with him , But this deliver'd : He saw the Armies joyn , The Game of Blood begun , and by our General , Who never was acquainted but with Conquest , So bravely fought , he saw the Tartars shaken , And there he said he left ' em . Duke . Where 's Boroskie ? 1 Gen. He is up again , and 't please ye . Bur. Sir , me thinks This News should make ye lightsome , bring Joy to ye , It strikes our Hearts with general Comfort . Ex. Du Gone ? What should this mean , so suddenly ? He 's well ? 2. Gent. We see no other . 1. Would the rest were well too , That put these Starts into him . Bur. I 'll go after him . 2. 'T will not be fit , Sir : h 'as some Secret in him He would not be disturb'd in : know you any thing Has crost him since the General went ? Bur. Not any . If there had been , I am sure I should have found it ; Only I have heard him oft complain for Money ; Money he says he wants . 1. It may be that then . Bur. To him that has so many ways to raise it , And those so honest , it cannot be . Enter Duke and Boroskie . 1. He comes back , and Lord Boroskie with him . Bur. There the Game goes , I fear some new thing hatching . Duke . Come heither Burris , Go see my Sister , and commend me to her , And to my little Mistriss give this Token ; Tell her I 'll see her shortly . Bur. Yes , I shall Sir . Ex. Bur. and Gen. Duke . Wait you without : I would yet try him further . Bor. 'T will not be much amiss : has your Grace heard yet Of what he has done i' th' Field ? Duke . A Post but now Came in , who saw 'em joyn , and has deliver'd , The Enemy gave Ground before he parted . Bor. 'T is well . Duke . Come , speak thy mind , Man : 't is not for fighting And noise of War I keep thee in my Bosom , Thy ends are nearer to me ; from my Childhood Thou brought'st me up : and like another nature , Made good all my Necessities : speak boldly . Bor. Sir , what I utter , will be thought but Envy , Though I intend , high heaven knows , but your honour , When vain and empty People shall proclaim me — Good Sir , excuse me . Duke . Do you fear me for your Enemy ? Speak on your Duty . Bor. Then I must , and dare , Sir . When he comes home , take heed the Court receive him not , Take heed he meet not with their Loves and Praises , That Glass will shew him ten times greater , Sir , And make him strive to make good that Proportion , Then e're his fortune bred him , he is honourable , At least I strive to understand him so , And of a nature , if not this way poyson'd , Perfect enough , easy and sweet , but those are soon seduc'd , He 's a great Man , and what that Pill may work , Prepar'd by general Voices of the People , Is the end of all my Councel : only this , Sir , Let him retire a while , there 's more hangs by it Then you know yet : there if he stand a while well , But till the Soldier cool , who for their Service You must pay now most liberally , most freely , And shoure your self into 'em ; t is the bounty They follow with their Loves , and not their Bravery . Enter 2 Gent. Duke . But where 's the Money ? how now ? 2 Gent. Sir , the Colonel , Son to the Lord Archas , with most happy News Of the Tartars overthrow , without here Attends your Grace's pleasure . Bor. Be not seen , Sir , He 's a bold Fellow , let me stand his Thunders , Toth ' Cout he must not come : no Blessing here , Sir , No face of Favour , if you love your Honour . Enter Theo. Duke . Do what you think is meetest ; I 'll retire , Sir , Ex. Bor. Conduct him in , Sir , — welcome Noble Colonel , The. That 's much from your Lordship : pray where 's the Duke ? Bor. We hear you have bear the Tartar . The. Is he busy , Sir ? Bor. Have you taken Olin yet ? The. I would fain speak with him , Bor. How many Men have ye lost ? The. Do's he lye this way ? Bor. I am sure you fought it bravely . The. I must see him . Bor. You cannot yet , ye must not , what 's your Commission ? The. No Gentleman o' th' Chamber here ? Bor. Why , pray ye , Sir ? Am not I fit to entertain your Business ? The. I think you are not , Sir ; I am sure ye shall not . I bring no Tales , nor Flatteries : In my Tongue , Sir , I carry no fork'd Stings . Bor. You keep your Bluntness . The. You are deceiv'd : it keeps me : I had felt else Some of your Plagues e're this : but good , Sir , trifle not , I have business to the Duke . Bor. He 's not well , Sir , And cannot now be spoke withal . The. Not well , Sir ? How would he ha' been , if we had lost ? not well , Sir ? I bring him News to make him well : his Enemy That would have burnt his City here , and your House too , Your brave gilt House , my Lord , your Honour's Hangings , Where all your Ancestors , and all their Battels , Their silk and golden Battels are discipher'd , That would not only have abus'd your Buildings , Your goodly Buildings , Sir , and have drunk dry your Butteries , Purloin'd your Lordship's Plate , the Duke bestow'd on you , For turning handsomely o' th' toe , and trim'd your Virgins , Trim'd 'em of a new Cut , and 't like your Lordship , 'T is ten to one , your Wife too , and the Curse is You had had no Remedy against these Rascals , No Law , and 't like your Honour ; would have kill'd you too And roasted ye , and eaten ye , e're this time : Notable Knaves , my Lord , unruly Rascals : These Youths have we tide up , put Muzzels on 'em , And par'd their Nails , that honest civil Gentlemen , And such most noble Persons as your self is , May live in Peace , and rule the Land with a twine Thread , These News I bring . Bor. And were they thus deliver'd ye ? The. My Lord , I am no Pen-man , nor no Orator , My Tongue was never oyl'd with Here and 't like ye , There I beseech ye ; weigh , I am a Soldier , And Truth I covet only , no fine Terms , Sir ; I come not to stand treating here ; my business Is with the Duke , and of such general Blessing — Bor. You have overthrown the Enemy , we know it , And we rejoyce in 't ; ye have done like honest Subjects , You have done handsomely and well . Theod. But , well , Sir ? But handsomely and well ? What are we Juglers ? I 'll do all that in cutting up a Capon . But handsomely and well ? Does your Lordship take us For the Duke's Tumblers ? We have done bravely , Sir , Ventur'd our Lives like Men. Bor. Then bravely be it . The. And for as brave Rewards we look , and Graces , We have Sweat and Bled sor't , Sir . Bor. And ye may have it , If you will stay the giving . Men that thank themselves first , For any good they do , take off the Lustre , And blot the Benefit . Theod. Are these the Welcomes ; The Bells that ring out our Rewards ? pray heartily , Early and late , there may be no more Enemies : Do my good Lord , Pray seriously , and Sigh too , For if there be — Bor. They must be met , and fought with . The. By whom ? by you ? they must be met and flatter'd . Why , what a devil ails ye to do these things ? With what assurance dare ye mock Men thus ? You have but single Lives , and those I take it A Sword may find too : Why do ye dam the Duke up ? And Choak that Course of Love , that like a River Should fill our empty Veins again with Comforts ? But if ye use these knick-knacks , This fast and loose , with faithful Men and honest , You 'll be the first will find it . Enter Archas , Soldiers , Putskey , Ancient , and others . Boros . You are too untemperate . The. Better be so , and Thief too , than unthankful : Pray use this old Man so , and then we are paid all . The Duke thanks ye for your Service , and the Court thanks ye , And wonderful desirous they are to see ye ; Pray Heaven we have room enough to march for May-games ; Pageants and Bonefires for your welcome home , Sir ; Here your most Noble Friend , the Lord Boroskey , A Gentleman too tender of your Credit , And ever in the Duke's Ear , for you good , Sir , Crazy and sickly , yet to be your Servant , Has leapt into the open Air to meet ye . Bor. The best is , your Words wound not , you are welcome home , Sir , Heartily welcome home , and for your Service , The noble Overthrow you gave the Enemy , The Duke salutes ye too with all his Thanks , Sir . Anc. Sure they will now regard us . Puts . There 's a reason : But by the changing of the Colonel's Countenance , The rolling of his Eyes like angry Billows ; I fear the Wind 's not down yet , Ancient . Arch. Is the Duke well , Sir ? Boros . Not much unhealthy , Only a little grudging of an Ague , Which cannot last ; he has heard , which makes him fearful , And loath as yet to give your Worth due welcome , The Sickness hath been somewhat hot i' th Army , Which happily may prove more doubt than danger , And more his fear than fate : yet howsoever . An honest Care — Arc. Ye say right , and it shall be ; For though upon my Life 't is but a Rumour , A meer Opinion , without Faith or Fear in 't ; For , Sir , I thank Heaven , we never stood more healthy , Never more high and lusty ; yet to satisfy , We cannot be too curious , or too careful Of what concerns his State , we 'll draw away , Sir , And Lodge at further distance , and less danger . Boros . It will be well . Anc. It will be very scurvy . I smell it out , it Stinks abominably , Stir it no more . Boros . The Duke , Sir , would have you too , For a short day or two , retire to your own House , Whither himself will come to visit ye , And give ye thanks . Arch. I shall attend his Pleasure . Anc. A Trick , a lowsy Trick ; so hoa , a Trick , Boys . Ar. How now , what 's that ? Anc. I thought I had found a Hare , Sir . But 't is a Fox , an old Fox , shall we hunt him ? Ar. No more such Words . Boros . The Soldiers grown too sawcy , You must tie him straiter up . Ar. I do my best , Sir ; But Men of free-born Minds sometimes will fly out . Anc. May not we see the Duke ? Boros . Not at this time , Gentlemen , Your General knows the Cause . Anc. We have no Plague , Sir , Unless it be in our Pay , nor no Pox neither ; Or if we had , I hope that good old Courtier Will not deny us place there . Puts . Certain , my Lord , Considering what we are , and what we have done ; If not , what need ye may have , 't would be better , A great deal nobler , and taste honester To use us with more sweetness ; Men that dig And lash away their Lives at the Cart's Tail , Double our Comforts ; meat , and their Masters thanks too , When they Work well , they have ; Men of our Quality , When they do well , and venture for 't with Valour , Fight hard , lie hard , feed hard ; when they come home , Sir , And know these are deserving things , things worthy , Can you then blame 'em if their Minds a little Be stirr'd with Glory ? 't is a Pride becomes 'em , A little season'd with Ambition , To be respected , reckon'd well , and honour'd For what they have done : when to come home thus poorly , And met with such unjointed Joy , so looked on , As if we had done no more but Drest a Horse well ; So entertain'd , as if , I thank ye Gentlemen , Take that to drink , had pow'r to please a Soldier ? Where be the Shouts , the Bells rung out , the People ? The Prince himself ? Ar. Peace ; I perceive your Eye , Sir , Is fixt upon this Captain for his Freedom , And happily you find his Tongue too forward ; As I am Master of the place , I carry , 'T is fit I think so too ; but were I this Man , No stronger tie upon me , than the Truth And Tongue to tell it , I should speak as he do's And think with Modesty enough , such Saints That daily thrust their Loves and Lives through hazards , And fearless for their Country's peace , march hourly Through all the Doors of Death , and know the darkest , Should be better canoniz'd for their Service : What Labour would these Men neglect , what Danger Where Honour is , though seated in a Billow , Rising as high as Heaven , would not these Soldiers , Like to so many Sea-gods charge up to it ? Do you see these Swords ? Time's Scithe was ne'er so sharp , Sir ; Nor ever at one Harvest mow'd such handfuls : Thoughts ne'er so sudden , nor Belief so sure , When they are drawn , and were it not sometimes , I Swim upon their Angers to allay 'em , And like a Calm depress their fell Intentions ; They are so deadly sure , Nature would suffer — And whose are all these Glories ? Why , their Princes , Their Countries , and their Friends ? Alass , of all these , And all the happy ends they bring the Blessings , They only share the Labours . A little Joy then , And outside of a Welcome , at an upshot , Would not have done amiss , Sir : But however Between me and my Duty , no crack , Sir , Shall dare appear : I hope , by my Example , No discontent in them . Without doubt , Gentlemen , The Duke will both look suddenly and truly On your Deserts : Methinks 't were good they were paid , Sir . Bor. They shall be immediately ; I stay for Money ; And any Favour else — Ar. We are all bound to ye ; And so I take my leave , Sir ; when the Duke pleases To make me worthy of his Eyes — Bor. Which will be suddenly , I know his good Thoughts to ye . Ar. With all Duty . And all Humility , I shall attend , Sir , Bor. Once more you are welcome home : these shall be satisfied . The. Be sure we be : and handsomely . Ar. Wait you on me , Sir . The. And honestly : no Jugling . Ar. Will ye come , Sir ? Exit . Bor. Pray , do not doubt . The. We are no Boys . Enter a Gent. and 2 or 3 with Money . Bor. Well , Sir , Gent. Here 's Money from the Duke , and 't please your Lordship . Bor. 'T is well . Gent. How sowr the Soldiers look ? Bor. Is' t told ? Gent. Yes : and for every Company a double Pay , And the Duke's Love to all . Anc. That 's worth a Ducket . Bor. You that be Officers , see it discharg'd then , Why do not ye take it up ? Anc. 'T is too heavy : ( Tries to lift it . Body o' me , I have strain'd mine Arm. Bor. Do you scorn it ? Anc. Has your Lordship any Dice about ye ? Sit round , Gentlemen . And come on , Seven for my share . Put. Do you think , Sir , This is the end we fight for ? Can this Durt draw us To such a stupid tameness , that our Service Neglected , and look'd lamely on , and skewed at With a few honourable Words , and this , is righted ? Have not we Eyes and Ears , to hear and see , Sir , And Minds to understand the slight we carry ? I come home old , and full of hurts , Men look on me As if I had got 'em from a Whore , and shun me ; I tell my Griefs , and fear my Wants . I am answer'd , Alas 't is pity ! pray Dine with me on Sunday : These are the Sores we are sick of , the Mind's maladies , And can this Cure ' em ? You should have us'd us nobly , And for our doing well as well proclaim'd us , To the World's eye , have shew'd and sainted us , Then ye had paid us bravely ; then we had shin'd , Sir , Not in this gilded Stuff , but in our Glory : You may take back your Money . Gent. This I fear'd still . Bor. Consider better , Gentlemen . Anc. Thank your Lordship ; And now I 'l put on my Considering Cap : My Lord , that I am no Courtier , you may guess it By having no sute to you for this Money : For though I want , I want not this , nor shall not , Whilst you want that Civility to rank it With those Rights we expected ; Money grows , Sir , And Men must gather it ; all is not put in one Purse . And that I am no Carter , I could never Whistle yet : But that I am a Soldier , and a Gentleman , And a fine Gentleman , and 't like your Honour , And a most pleasant Companion : All you that are Witty , Come list to my Ditty ; come , set in , Boys , With your Lordship's patience . Song . How do you like my Song , my Lord ? Bor. Even as I like your self , but 't would be a great deal better , You would prove a great deal wiser , and take this Money , In your own phrase I speak now , Sir , and 't is very well You have learn'd to Sing , for since you prove so liberal , To refuse such means as this , maintain your Voice still , 'T will prove your best Friend . Anc. 'T is a singing Age , Sir , A merry Moon here now ; I 'le follow it : Fidling and Fooling now , gains more than Fighting . Bor. What is 't you blench at ? What would you ask ? Speak freely . Sol. And so we dare , a Triumph for the General . Put. And then an Honour special to his Vertue . Anc. That we may be preferr'd that have serv'd for it , And cram'd up into Favour like the Worshipful , At least upon the City's charge made Drunk For one whole Year ; we have done 'em ten Years service ; That we may enjoy our Lechery without grudging , And mine , or thine be nothing , all Things equal , And catch as catch may be proclaimed ; that when we borrow , And have no Will to pay again , no Law Lay hold upon us , nor no Court controul us . Bor. Some of these may come to pass ; the Duke may do 'em , And no doubt will ; the General will find too , And so will you , if you but stay with patience : I have no Power . Put. Nor Will : Come fellow Soldiers . Bor. Pray be not so distrustful . Put. There are Ways yet , And honest Ways ; we are not brought up Statues . Anc. If your Lordship Have any silk Stockings , that have Holes i' th' heels , Or ever an honourable Cassock that wants Buttons , I could have cur'd such Maladies ; your Lordship's custom And my good Ladies , if the Bones want setting In her old Bodice — Bor. This is Disobedience . Anc. Eight Pence a Day , and hard Eggs. Put. Troop off , Gentlemen , Some Coin we have , whilst this lasts , or our Credits , We 'l never sell our General 's Worth for Six pence . Ye are beholding to us . Anc. Fare ye well , Sir , And buy a Pipe with that : Do you see this Scarff , Sir ? By this Hand I 'le cry Brooms in 't , Birchen Brooms , Sir , Before I eat one Bit from your Benevolence . Now to our old Occupations again . By your leave , Lord. Exit . Bor. You will bite when your are sharper ; take up the mony . This love I must remove , this fondness to him , This tenderness of heart ; I have lost my way else . There is no sending Man , they will not take it ; They are yet too full of Pillage , They 'l dance for 't ere 't be long : Come , bring it after . Enter Duke . Duke . How now , refus'd their Money ? Bor. Very bravely , And stand upon such Terms 't is terrible . Du. Where 's Archas ? Bor. He 's retir'd , Sir , to his House , According to your pleasure , full of duty To outward shew ; but what within — Duk. Refuse it ? Bor. Most confidently : 'T is not your Revenues Can feed them , Sir , and yet they have found a General That knows no ebb of Bounty ; there they eat , Sir , And loath your Invitations . Du. 'T is not possible , He 's poor as they . Bor. You 'l find it otherwise . Pray make your Journey thither presently , And as ye go I 'le open ye a Wonder , Good , Sir , this morning . Du. Follow me , I 'le do it . Exeunt .
Scene II. Enter Olimpia , Alinda , Burris , and Gentlewomen . Olim. But do you think my Brother loves her ? Bur. Certain , Madam , He speaks much of her , and sometimes with wonder , Oft wishes she were nobler Born . Olim. Do you think him honest ? Bur. Your Grace is nearer to his heart than I am , Upon my life I hold him so . Olim. 'T is a poor Wench , I would not have her wrong'd ; methinks my Brother — But I must not give Rules to his Affections ; Yet if he weigh her Worth — Bur. You need not fear , Madam . Olim. I hope I shall not : Lord Burris I love her well ; I know not , there is something Makes me bestow more than a Care upon her : I do not like that Ring , from him to her ; I mean to Women of her way , such Tokens Rather appear as Baits , than Royal Bounties : I would not have it so . Bur. You will not find it , Upon my Troth , I think his most Ambition Is but to let the World know ' has a hansom Mistriss : Will your Grace command me any service to him ? Olim. Remember all my Duty . Bur. Blessings crown ye : What 's your Will , Lady ? [ to Alinda . ] Al. Any thing that 's honest ; And if you think it fits so poor a service , Clad in a ragged Vertue , may reach him , I do beseech your Lordship speak it humbly . Bur. Fair One I will ; in the best Phrase I have too , And so I kiss your hand . Exit . Al. Your Lordship's Servant . Olim. Come hither , Wench , what art thou doing with that Ring ? Al. I am looking on the Posie , Madam . Olim. What is 't ? Al. The Jewel 's set within . Olim. But where the joy , Wench , When that invisible Jewel 's lost ? Why dost thou smile so ? What unhappy Meaning has thou ? Al. Nothing , Madam , But only thinking what strange Spels these Rings have , And how they Work with some . Pet. I fear with you too . Al. This could not cost above a Crown . Pet. 'T will cost you The Shaving of your Crown , if not the Washing . Olim. But he that sent it , makes the Vertue greater . Al. I and the Vice too , Madam : Goodness bless me : How fit 't is for my Finger . 2 W. No doubt you 'll find too A Finger fit for you . Al. Sirrah , Petesca , What wilt thou give me for the Good that follows this ? But thou hast Rings enough , thou art provided : Heigh-ho , what must I do now ? Pet. You 'll be taught that , The easiest part that e're you learnt , I warrant you . Al. Ay me , ay me . Pet. You will divide too , shortly , Your Voice comes finely forward . Olim. Come hither Wanton , Thou art not surely as thou say'st . Al. I would not : But sure there is Witchcraft in this Ring , Lady , Lord , how my Heart leaps . Pet. 'T will go pit a pat shortly . Al. And now methinks a thousand of the Duke's shapes . 2 W. Will no less serve ye ? Al. In ten thousand Smiles . Olim. Heaven bless the Wench . Al. With Eyes that will not be denied to enter ; And such soft sweet Embraces ; take it from me , I am undone else , Madam : I am lost else . Olim. What ails the Girl ? Al. How suddenly I 'm alter'd ? And grown my self again ? Do not you feel it ? Olim. Wear that , and I 'll wear this : I 'll try the Strength on 't . Al. How cold my Blood grows now ? Here 's sacred Vertue ; When I leave to honour this , Every Hour to pay a Kiss , When each Morning I arise , Or I forget a Sacrifice ; When this Figure in my Faith , And the Pureness that it hath , I pursue not with my Will , Nearer to arrive at still ; When I lose , or change this Jewel , Fly me Faith , and Heaven be Cruel . Olim. You have half confirm'd me ; Keep but that way sure , And what this Charm can do , let me endure . Exeunt .
Scene III. Enter Archas , Theodore , Two Daughters , Honora and Viola . Ar. Carry your self discretly , it concerns me , The Duke 's come in , none of your froward Passions , Nor no Distastes to any ; Prethee , Theodore , By my Life , Boy , 't will ruin me . The. I have done , Sir , So there be no foul Play he brings along with him . Ar. What 's that to you ? Let him bring what please him , And whom , and how . The. So they mean well — Ar. Is' t fit you be a Judge , Sirrah . The. 'T is fit I feel , Sir . Ar. Get a Banquet ready , And Dress your selves up handsomely . The. To what end ? Do you mean to make 'em Whores ? Hang up a Sign then , And let 'em out to Livery . Ar. Whose Son art thou ? The. Yours , Sir , I hope : but not of your Disgraces . Ar. Full Twenty thousand Men I have commanded , And all their Minds with this , calm'd all their Angers ; And shall a Boy of mine own Breed too , of mine own Blood , One crooked Stick — The. Pray take your way , and thrive in 't , I 'll quit your House ; if taint or black Dishonour Light on ye , 't is your own , I have no share in 't . Yet if it do fall out so , as I fear it , And partly find it too — Ar. Hast thou no Reverence ? No Duty in thee ? The. This shall shew I obey ye : I dare not stay : I would have shew'd my Love too , And that you ask as Duty , with my Life , Sir , Had you but thought me worthy of your Hazards , Which Heaven preserve ye from , and keep the Duke too : And there 's an end of my Wishes , God be with ye . Exit . Ar. Stubborn , yet full of that we all love , Honesty , Lord Burris , where 's the Duke ? Enter Burris . Bur. In the great Chamber , Sir , And there stays till he see you , ye have a fine House here . Ar. A poor contented Lodge , unfit for his presence , Yet all the Joy it hath . Bur. I hope a great one , and for your good , brave Sir . Ar. I thank ye , Lord : And now my service to the Duke . Bur. I 'le wait on ye . Exeunt . Enter Duke , Boroskey , Gent. and Attendance . Du. May this be credited ? Ber. Disgrace me else , And never more with favour look upon me . Du. It seems impossible . Bor. I cannot chuse , Sir , Till your own Eyes behold it ; but that it is so , And that by this means the too haughty Soldier Has been so cramm'd and fed , he cares not for ye ; Believe , or let me perish : Let your Eyes , As you observe the House , but where I point it , Make stay , and take a view , and then you have found it . Enter Archas , Burris , 2 Daughters , and Servant . Du. I 'le follow your Direction : Welcome Archas , You are welcome home , brave Lord , we are come to visit ye , And thank ye for your Service . Ar. 'T was so poor , Sir , In true respect of what I owe your Highness , It merits nothing . Du. Are these fair Ones yours , Lord ? Ar. Their Mother made me think so , Sir . Du. Stand up Ladies : Beshrew my Heart , they are fair ones ; methinks fitter The luster of the Court , then thus live darken'd : I would see your House Lord Archas , it appears to me , A hansome Pile . Ar. 'T is neat , but no great Structure ; I l'e be your Grace's Guide , give me the Keys there . Du. Lead on , wee 'l follow ye : Begin with the Gallery , I think that 's one . Ar. 'T is so , and 't please ye , Sir , The rest above are Lodgings all . Du. Go on , Sir . Exeunt .
Scene IV. Enter Theodore , Putskey , and Ancient . Put. The Duke gone thither , do you say ? The. Yes , marry do I , And all the Ducklings too : But what they 'l do there . — Put. I hope they 'l crown his Service . The. With a Custard ; This is no Weather for Rewards ; they crown his Service ? Rather , they go to shave his Crown : I was rated , As if I had been a Dog had woried Sheep , out of Doors , For making but a doubt . Put. They must now grace him . The. Mark but the end . Anc. I am sure they should reward him , they cannot want him . The. They that want Honesty , want any thing . Put. The Duke is so noble in his own Thoughts . The. That I grant ye , If those might only sway him : But 't is most certain , So many new born Flies , his Light gave Life too , Buzze in his Beams , Flesh-Flies , and Butter-flies , Hornets , and humming Birds , that not one Honey Bee That 's loden with true Labour , and brings home Encrease , and Credit , can scape rifling , And what she sucks for Sweet , they turn to Bitterness . Anc. Shall we go see what they do , & talk our minds to ' em ? Put. That we have done too much , and to no purpose . Anc. Shall we be hang'd for him ? I have a great mind to be hang'd now For doing some brave thing for him ; a worse end will take me And for an Action of no worth ; not honour him ? Upon my Conscience , even the Devil , the very Devil ( Not to belye him ) thinks him an honest Man , I am sure he has sent him Souls any times these 20 Years Able to furnish all his Fishmarker . The. Leave thy Talking , And come , let 's go to Dinner , and drink to him , We shall hear more ere Supper-time ; if he be honour'd , He has deserv'd it well , and we shall fight for 't : If he be ruin'd , so , we know the worst then , And for my self I 'le meet it . Put. I ne're fear it . Exeunt .
Scene V. Enter Duke , Archas , Borosky , Burris , Gentlemen and Attendants . Du. They are handsome Rooms all , well contriv'd and fitted , Full of Convenience , the Prospects excellent . Ar. Now will your Grace pass down , and do me but the honour To taste a Country Banket Du. What Room 's that ? I would see all , now ; what Conveyance has it ? I see you have kept the best part yet ; pray open it . Ar. Ha ? I misdoubted this : 'T is of no Receipt , Sir . For your Eyes most unfit — Du. I long to see it , Because I would judge of the whole Piece ; some excellent Paintings , Or some rare Spoils you would keep to entertain me Another time , I know . Ar. In troth there is not , Nor any thing worth your sight : below I have Some Fountains , and some Ponds . Du. I would see this now . Ar. Borosky , thou art a Knave ; It contains nothing But Rubbish from the othet Rooms and Unnecessaries ; Wil 't please you to see a strange Clock ? Du. This , or nothing : Little Trunk ready . Why should you bar it up thus with Defences Above the rest , unless it contain'd something More excellent , and curious of keeping ; Open 't , for I will see 't . Ar. The Keys are lost , Sir ; Do's your Grace think if it were fit for you , I could be so unmannerly ? Du. I will see it , and either shew it — Ar. Good , Sir — Du. Thank ye Archas , You shew your Love abundantly , Do I use to entreat thus ? Force it open . Bur. That were inhospitable : You are his Guest , Sir , And with his greatest Joy , to entertain ye . Du. Hold thy Peace , Fool ; will ye open it ? Ar. Sir , I cannot . I must not if I could . Duke . Go , break it open . Ar. I must withstand that force : Be not too rash , Gentlemen . Duke . Unarm him first , then if he be not Obstinate , Preserve his Life . Ar. I thank your Grace , I take it : And now take you the Keys , go in and see , Sir ; There feed your Eyes with Wonder , and thank that Traytor , That thing that sells his Faith for Favour . Exit Duke . Bur. Sir , what moves ye ? Ar. I have kept mine pure : Lord Burris there 's a Judas , That for a Smile will sell ye all : a Gentleman ? The Devil has more Truth , and has maintain'd it ; A Whore's heart more belief in 't . Enter Duke . Duke . What 's all this Archas ? I cannot blame you to conceal it so , This most inestimable Treasure . Ar. Yours , Sir . Duke . Nor do I wonder now the Soldier slights me . Ar. Be not deceiv'd ; he has had no Favour here , Sir , Nor had you known this now , but for that Pick-thank , That lost Man in his Faith , he has reveal'd it , To suck a little Honey from ye has betray'd it . I swear he Smiles upon me , and forsworn too , Thou crackt , uncurrant Lord : I 'll tell ye all , Sir : Your Father , before his Death , knowing your Temper To be as bounteous as the Air , and open , As flowing as the Sea to all that follow'd ye , Your great Mind fit for War and Glory , thriftily Like a great Husband , to preserve your Actions , Collected all this Treasure : to our Trusts , To mine I mean , and to that long-tongu'd Lords there , He gave the Knowledge , and the Charge of all this , Upon his Death-bed too : And on the Sacrament He swore us thus , never to let this Treasure Part from our Secret keepings , till no hope Of Subject could relieve ye , all your own wasted , No help of those that lov'd ye could supply ye , And then some great Exploit afoot ; my Honesty I would have kept till I had made this useful ; I shew'd it , and I stood it to the Tempest , And useful to the end 't was left : I am cozen'd , And so are you too , if you spend this vainly ; This Worm that crept into ye has abus'd ye , Abus'd your Father's Care , abus'd his Faith too : Nor can this Mass of Money make him Man more , A flea'd Dog has more Soul , an Ape more Honesty : All mine ye have amongst it , farewell that , I cannot part with 't nobler ; my Hearts clear , My Conscience smooth as that , no rub upon 't , But , O , thy Hell . Bor. I seek no Heaven from you , Sir . Ar. Thy knawing Hell , Boroskie , it will find thee : Would ye heap Coles upon his Head has wrong'd ye , Has ruin'd your Estate ? Give him this Money , Melt it into his Mouth . Duke . What little Trunck's that , That there o' th' top , that 's lockt ? Bor. You 'll find it rich , Sir , Richer I think than all . Ar. You were not Covetous , Nor wont to weave your Thoughts with such a courseness ; Pray , rack not Honesty . Bor. Be sure ye see it . Duke . Bring out the Trunck . Enter with the Trunck . Ar. You 'll find that Treasure too , All I have left me now . Duke . What 's this , a poor Gown ? And this , a Piece of Seneca ? Ar. Yes , sure , Sir , More worth than all your Gold , yet ye have enough on 't , And of a Mine far purer , and more precious : This sells no Friends , nor searches into Counsels , And yet all Counsel and all Friends live here , Sir , Betrays no Faith , yet handles all that 's Trusty : Wilt please ye leave me this . Duke . With all my Heart , Sir , Ar. What says your Lordship to 't ? Bor. I dare not Rob ye . Ar. Poor miserable Men , you have rob'd your selves both ; This Gown , and this unvalu'd Treasure , your brave Father , Found me a Child at School with , in his Progress , Where such a Love he took to some few Answers , Unhappy boyish Toys hit in my Head then , That suddenly I made him thus as I was ; For here was all the Wealth I brought his Highness : He carried me to Court , there bred me up , Bestow'd his Favours on me , taught me Arms first , With those an honest Mind ; I serv'd him truly , And where he gave me Trust , I think I fail'd not ; Let the World speak : I humbly Thank your Highness , You have done more , and nobler , eas'd mine Age , Sir ; And to this Care , a fair Quietus given : Now , to my Book again . Duke . You have your Wish , Sir , Let some bring off the Treasure . Bor. Some is his , Sir . Ar. None , none , my Lord : a poor unworthy Reaper , The Harvest is his Graces . Duke . Thank ye Archas. Ar. But will not you repent , Lord ? when this is gone , Where will your Lordship ? — Bor. Pray , take you no care , Sir . Ar. Do's your Grace like my House ? Duke . Wondrous well , Archas , You have made me richly welcome . Ar. I did my best , Sir , Is there any thing else may please your Grace ? Duke . Your Daughters I had forgot , send them to Court . Ar. How 's that , Sir ? Duke . I said your Daughters ; see it done : I 'll have 'em Attend my Sister , Archas. Ar. Thank your Highness . Duke . And suddenly . Exit . Ar. Through all the ways I dare , I 'll serve your Temper , tho' you try me too far . Exit .
ACT III.
Scene I. Enter Theodore , Putskey , Ancient , and Servant . The. I wonder we hear no News . Put. Here 's your Father's Servant , He comes in haste too , now we shall know all , Sir . The. How now ? Ser. I am glad I have met you , Sir ; your Father Intreats you presently , make haste unto him . The. What News ? Ser. None of the best , Sir , I am asham'd to tell it , Pray ask no more . The. Did not I tell ye Gentlemen ? Did not I Prophesy ? he is undone then . Ser. Not so , Sir , but as near it — Put. There 's no help now ; The Army 's scatter'd all , through Discontent , Not to be rallied up in hast to help this . Anc. Plague of the Devil : have ye watch your Seasons ? We shall Watch you ere long . The. Farewel , there 's no Cure , We must endure all now : I know what I 'll do . Ex. The. & Ser. Put. Nay , there 's no striving , they have a Hand upon us , A heavy , and a hard one . Anc. Now , I have it , We have yet some Gentlemen , some Boys of Mettle , ( What , are we bobb'd thus still , colted , and carted ? ) And one mad Trick we 'll have to shame these Vipers ; Shall I bless ' em ? Put. Farewel : I have thought my way too . Exit Anc. Were never such rare Cries in Christendom , As Mosco shall afford : we 'll live by fooling , Now fightings gone , and they shall find and feel it . Exit .
Scene II. Enter Archas , Honora , and Viola . Ar. No more : it must be so ; do you think I would see ye Your Father , and your Friend — Viol. Pray , Sir , be good to us , Alas , we know no Court , nor seek that Knowledge ; We are content like harmless things at home , Children of your Content , bred up in Quiet , Only to know our selves , to seek a Wisdom From that we understand , easy and honest ; To make our Actions worthy of your Honour , Their ends are Innocent as we begot 'em : What shall we look for , Sir , what shall we learn there , That this more private Sweetness cannot teach us ? Vertue was never built upon Ambition , Nor the Soul's Beauty bred out of Bravery : What a terrible Father would you seem to us , Now you have moulded us , and wrought our Tempers To easy and obedient Ways , uncrooked , Where the fair Mind can never lose nor loiter , Now to divert our Natures , now to stem us Roughly against the Tide of all this Treasure ? Would ye have us Proud ? 't is sooner bred than buried ; Wickedly Proud , for such things dwell at Court , Sir . Hon. Would you have your Children learn to forget their Father , And when he Dies , dance on his Monument ? Shall wee seek Virtue in a Sattin-Gown , Imbroider'd Virtue ? Faith in a well-curl'd Feather ? And set our Credit to the Tune of Green Sleeves ? This may be done ; and if you like , it shall be . You should have sent us thither , when we were younger , Our Maiden-heads at a higher Rate , our Innocence Able to make a Mart indeed : we are now too old , Sir , Perhaps they 'll think too Cunning too , and slight us , Besides , we are altogether unprovided , Unfurnish'd utterly of the Rules should guide us : This Lord comes , licks his Hand ; and protests to me : Compares my Beauty to a thousand fine things ; Mountains and Fountains , Trees and Stars , and Goblins ; Now , have not I the Manners to believe him , He offers me the honourable Curtesy , To lie with me all Night , what a Misery is this ? I am bred up so foolishly , alas , I dare not , And how madly these things will shew there . Ar. I send ye not , Like Parts infected , to draw more Corruption ; Like Spiders to grow great , with growing Evil : With your own Vertues season'd , and my Prayers , The Card of Goodness in your Minds , that shews ye When ye Sail false ; the Needle touch'd with Honour , That through the blackest Storms , still points at Happiness . Your Bodies the tall Barks , rib'd round with Goodness ; Your heavenly Souls the Pilots , thus I send you ; Thus I prepare your Voyage , Sound before ye , And even as you Sail through this World's Vanity , Discover Sholes , Rocks , Quicksands , cry out to ye , Like a good Master , tack about for Honour : The Court is Vertue 's School ; at least it should be ; Nearer the Sun the Mine lies , the Mettals purer : Be it granted , if the Spring be once infected , Those Branches that flow from him must run Muddy ; Say , you find some Sins there , and those no small ones , And they like lazy Fits begin to shake ye : Say , they affect your Strength , my happy Children , Great things through greatest Hazards are atcheiv'd still . And then they Shine , then Goodness has his Glory , His Crown fast rivited , then Time moves under , Where , through the Mist of Errors , like the Sun , Through thick and pitchy Clouds , he breaks out Nobly . Hon. I thank you , Sir , you have made me half a Soldier , I will to Court most willingly , most fondly . And if there be such stirring things amongst 'em , Such Travellers into Virginia , As Fame reports , if they can win me , take me : I think I have a close Ward , and a sure one ; A honest Mind I hope , 't is Petticoat-proof , Chain-proof , and Jewel-proof ; I know 't is gold Proof , A Coach and Four Horses cannot draw me from it ; As for your handsome Faces , and filed Tongues , Curl'd Millers Heads ; I have another word for them , And yet I 'll Flatter too , as fast as they do , And Lie , but not as lewdly : Come , be Valiant , Sister , She that dares not stand the push o' th' Court , dares nothing , And yet come off ungrazed : Sir , like you , We both affect great Dangers now ; and the World shall see All Glory lies not in Man's Victory . Ar. Mine own Honora . Viol. I am very fearful , Would I were stronger Built ? you would have me honest ? Ar. Or not at all , my Viola . Viol. I 'll think on 't . For 't is no easy Promise , and live there . Do you think we shall do well ? Hon. Why , what should ail us ? Viol. Certain they 'l tempt us strongly ; beside the glory Which Women may affect ; they are hansome Gentlemen , Every part speaks : Nor is it one Denial , Nor two , nor ten ; from every Look we give 'em , They 'l frame a Hope , even from our Prayers , Promises . Ho. Let 'em feed so , and be fat ; there is no fear , Wench , If thou bee'st fast to thy self . Viol. I hope I shall be : And your Example will work more . Enter Theod. Hon. Thou shalt not want it . The. How do you , Sir ? Can you lend a Man an Angel ? I hear you let out Money . Ar. Very well , Sir , You are pleasantly dispos'd : I am glad to see it , Can you lend me your patience , and be rul'd by me ? Theod. Is' t come to Patience now ? Arch. Is' t not a vertue ? Theod. I know nor . I ne're found it so . Ar. That 's because Thy Anger ever knows , and not thy Judgment . Theod. I know you have been rifl'd . Ar. Nothing less , Boy : Lord , What Opinions these vain People publish ? Rifl'd of what ? The. Study your Vertue , patience , It may get Mustard to your Meat . Why in such haste , Sir , Sent ye for me ? Ar. For this end only , Theodore , To wait upon your Sisters to the Court ; I am commanded they live there . The. Toth ' Court , Sir ? Ar. Toth ' Court , I say . The. And must I wait upon ' em ? Ar. Yes , 't is most fit ye should , ye are their Brother . The. Is this the Business ? I had thought your mind , Sir , Had been set forward on some noble Action , Something had truly stirr'd ye . Toth ' Court with these ? Why , they are your Daughters , Sir . Ar. All this I know , Sir . The. The good old Woman on a Bed he threw . To th' Court ? Ar. Thou art not mad . The. Nor drunk as you are : Drunk with your duty , Sir : Do you call it Duty ? A Pox o' duty , what can these do there ? What should they do ? Can ye look Babies , Sisters In the young Gallants eyes , and twirl their Band-strings ? Can ye ride out to air your selves ? Pray , Sir , Be serious with me : Do you speak this truly ? Ar. Why , didst thou never hear of Women Yet at Court , boy ? The. Yes , and good Women too , very good Women , Excellent honest Women ; but are you sure , Sir , That these will prove so ? Hon. There 's the danger , Brother . The. God a mercy Wench , thou hast a grudging of it . Ar. Now be you serious , Sir , and observe what I say , Do it , and do it handsomly ; go with ' em . The. With all my heart , Sir ; I am in no Fault now ; If they be thought Whores for being in my Company ; Pray write upon their backs , they are my Sisters , And where I shall deliver ' em . Ar. Ye are wondrous Jocund , But prethee tell me , art thou so lewd a Fellow , I never knew thee fail a truth . The. I am a Soldier , And spell ye what that means . Ar. A Soldier ? What dost thou make of me ? The. Your Pallat 's down , Sir . Ar I thank ye , Sir . The. Come , shall we to this matter ? You will to Court ? Hon. If you will please to honour us . The. I 'le honour ye , I warrant : I 'le set yee off With such a lustre , Wenches : Alas , poor Viola , Thou art a Fool , thou criest for eating White-bread : Be a good House-wife of thy Tears , and save 'em , Thou wilt have time enough to shed 'em , Sister . Do you weep too ? Nay , then I 'le fool no more . Come , worthy Sisters , since it must be so , And since he thinks it fit to try your Vertues , Be you as strong to Truth , as I to guard ye , And this old Gentleman shall have joy of ye . Exeunt .
Scene III. Enter Duke and Burris . Duke . Burris take you ten thousand of those Crowns , And those two Chains of Pearl they hold the richest , I give 'em ye . Bur. I humbly thank your Grace ; And may your great Example work in me That noble Charity to Men more worthy , And of more Wants . Duke . You bear a good mind , Burris ; Take twenty thousand now ; Be not so modest , It shall be so , I give 'em ; go , there 's my Ring for 't . Bur. Heaven bless your Highness ever . Exit . Duke . You are honest . Enter Alinda , and Putskie at Door . Puts . They 're coming now to Court , as fair as Vertue : Two brighter Stars ne're rose here . Al. Peace , I have it , And what my Art can do ; the Duke — Put. I am gone , Remember . Exit . Al. I am counsell'd to the full , Sir . Duk. My pretty Mistress , whether lyes your Business ? How kindly I should take this , were it to me now ? Al. I must confess immediately to your Grace , At this time . Du. You have no Address , I do believe ye , I would ye had . Al. 'T were too much Boldness , Sir ; Upon so little Knowledge , less deserving . Du. You 'll make a perfect Courtier . Al. a very poor one . Du. A very fair one , Sweet : come hither to me . What killing Eyes this Wench has ? in his Glory Not the bright Sun , when the Sirian Star reigns , Shines half so fiery . Al. Why does your Grace so view me ? Nothing but common Handsomness dwells here , Sir , Scarce that : your Grace is pleas'd to mock my meanness . Du. Thou shalt not go : I do not lie unto thee , In my Eye thou appear'st — Al. Dim not the sight , Sir , I am too dull an Object . Du. Canst thou love me ? Canst thou love him will honour thee ? Al. I can love , And love as you do too : but 't will not shew well : Or if it do shew here where all Light lustres , Tinsel Affections , make a glorious glistering , 'T will halt i' th' handsome way . Du. Are ye so cunning ? Dost think I love not truly ? Al. No , ye cannot , You never travell'd that way yet : pray pardon me , I prate so boldly to you . Du. There 's no harm done : But what 's your reason , Sweet ? Al. I would tell your Grace , But happily — Du. It shall be pleasing to me . Al. I should love you again , and then you would hate me , With all my Service I should follow ye , And through all Dangers . Du. This would more provoke me , More make me see thy Worths , More make me meet ' em . Al. You should do so , if ye did well and truly . But though ye be a Prince , and have Power in ye , Power of Example too , ye have fail'd and falter'd . Du. Give me Example where ? Al. You had a Mistress , Oh Heaven , so bright , so brave a Dame , so lovely , In all her Life so true . Du. A Mistress ? Al. That serv'd ye with that Constancy , that Care , That lov'd your Will , and woo'd it too Du. What Mistress ? Al. That nurs'd your Honour up , held fast your Vertue ; And when she kiss'd encreas'd , not stole your Goodness . Du. And I neglected her ? Al. Lost her , forsook her , Wantonly flung her off . Du. What was her Name ? Al. Her Name as lovely as her self , as noble , And in it all that 's excellent . Du. What was it ? Al. Her Name was Beau-desert Do you know her now , Sir ? Du. Beau-desert ? I not remember — Al. I know you do not : Yet she has a plainer Name ; Lord Archas Service ; Do you yet remember her ? there was a Mistress ! Fairer than Women , far fonder to you , Sir , Than Mothers to their first-born Joys : Can you love ? Dare you profess that Truth to me a Stranger , A thing of no Regard , no Name , no Lustre , When your most noble Love you have neglected , A Beauty all the World would woo and honour ? Would you have me credit this ? think ye can love me , And hold ye constant , when I have read this Story ? Is' t possible you should ever favour me , To a slight Pleasure prove a Friend , and fast too , When , where you were most ty'd , most bound to benefit , Bound by the Chains of Honesty and Honour , You have broke and boldly too ? I am a weak one , Arm'd only with my Fears : I beseech your Grace Tempt me no further . Du. Who taught you this Lesson ? Al. Woful Experience , Sir : If you seek a Fair one , Worthy your Love , if yet you have that perfect , Two Daughters of his ruin'd Vertue now Arrive at Court , excellent fair indeed , Sir ; But this will be the Plague on 't , they 're excellent honest . Enter Olimpia and Petesca privately . Du. I love thy Face . Al. Upon my Life ye cannot . I do not love it my self , Sir , 't is a lewd one , So truly ill , Art cannot mend it ; for if 't were handsome , At least if I thought so , you should hear me talk , Sir , In a new Strain ; and though ye are a Prince , Make ye petition to me too , and wait my Answers ; Yet , o' my Conscience , I should pity ye After some Ten years Siege . Du. Prithee do now . Al. What would ye do ? Du. Why I would lye with ye . Al. I do not think ye would . Du. In troth I would , Wench . Here , take this Jewel . Al. Out upon 't that 's scurvy . Nay , if we do , sure we 'll do for good Fellowship , For pure Love , or nothing : thus you shall be sure , Sir , You shall not pay too dear for 't . Du. Sure I cannot . Al. By 'r Lady but ye may : when ye have found me able To do your Work well , ye may pay my Wages . Pet. Why does your Grace start back ? Olim. I ha' seen that shakes me : Chills all my Blood : O where is Faith or Goodness ? Alinda thou art false , false thou fair one , Wickedly false ; and ( woe is me ) I see it . For ever false . Pet. I am glad 't has taken thus right . Exit . Al. I 'll go ask my Lady , Sir . Du. What ? Al. Whether I shall lye with you , or no : If I find her willing — For look ye , Sir , I have sworn , while I am in her Service — ( 'T was a rash Oath I must confess . ) Du. Thou mockest me . Al. Why , would you lye with me , if I were willing ? Would you abuse my Weakness ? Du. I would piece it , And make it stronger . Al. I humbly thank your Highness , When you piece me , you must pice me to my Coffin : When you have got my Maiden-head , I take it , 'T is not an Inch of an Ape 's Tail will restore it ; I love you , and I honour you ; but this way I 'll neither love nor serve you : Heaven change your Mind , Sir . Exit . Du. And thine too : For it must be chang'd , it shall be . Exit .
Scene 4. Enter Boroskie , Burris , Theodore , Viola , and Honora . Bor. They are goodly Gentlewomen . Bur. They are , Wondroos sweet Women both . The. Does your Lordship like ' em ? They are my Sisters , Sir ; good lusty Lasses , They 'll do their Labour well , I warrant you You 'll find no Bed-straw here , Sir . Hon. Thank you , Brother . The. this is not so strongly built ; but she is good Mettle , Of a good stirring strain too : she goes tith , Sir . Enter 2 Gent. Here they be , Gentlemen , must make you merry , The Toys you wot of : do you like their Complexions ? They be no Moors : what think you of this Hand , Gentlemen ? Here 's a white Altar for your Sacrifice : A thousann Kisses here . Nay , keep off yet , Gentlemen , Let 's start first , and have fair Play : what would you give now To turn the Globe up , and find the rich Moluccas ? To pass the Straights ? Here ( do you itch ) by St. Nicholas , Here 's that will make you scratch and claw , Claw my fine Gentlemen , move you in divers sorts : Pray you let me request you to forget To say your Prayers , whilst these are Courtiers ; Or if you needs will think of Heaven , let it be no higher Than their Eyes ? Bor. How will you have 'em bestow'd , Sir ? The. Even how your Lordship please , So you do not bake ' em . Bor. Bake ' em ! The. They are too high a Meat that way , they run to Gelly . But if you 'll have 'em for your own Diet , take my Counsel , Stew 'em between two Feather-beds . Bur. Please you , Colonel , To let 'em wait upon the Princess ? Theo. Yes , Sir , And thank your Honour too : But then happily , These noble Gentlemen shall have no access to 'em ; And to have 'em buy new Cloaths , study new Faces , And keep a stinking stir with themselves for nothing , 'T will not be well i'saith ; they have kept their Bodies , And bin at charge for Baths : Do you see that Shirt there ? Weigh but the moral meaning , 't will be grievous : Alas I brought them to delight these Gentlemen , I weigh their wants by mine : I brought 'em wholesome , Wholesome , and young , my Lord , and two such Blessings . They will not light upon again in Ten years . Bor. 'T is fit they wait upon her . The. They are fit for any thing . They 'll wait upon a Man , they are not bashful , Carry his Cloak , or untie his Points , or any thing , Drink drunk , and take Tobacco ; the familiar'st Fools — . This Wench will leap over Stools too , and sound a Trumpet , Wrastle , and pitch the Bar ; they are finely brought up , Bor. Ladies , you are bound to your Brother , And have much cause to thank him : I le ease you of this Charge , and to the Princess , So please you , I le attend ' em . The. Thank your Lordship : If there be e'er a private Corner as you go Sir , A foolish Lobby out o th' way , make danger , Try what they are , try . Bor. Ye are a merry Gentleman . The. I would fain be your Honours Kinsman . Bor. Ye are too curst Sir . The. Farewel Wenches , keep close your Ports y' are washt else . Ho. Brother bestow your Fears where they are needful . Exit Boros . Honor. Viol. The. Honor thy Name is , and I hope thy Nature . Goe after , Gentlemen , goe , get a Snatch if you can , Yond' old Erra Pater will never please 'em , Alas I brought 'em for you , but see the luck on 't , I swear I meant as honestly toward ye — Nay do not cry good Gentlemen : a little Counsel Will do no harm : they 'll walk abroad i th' Evenings , Ye may surprize 'em easily , they wear no Pistols . Set down your Minds in Metre , flowing Metre , And get some good old Linnen Woman to deliver it , That has the trick on 't : you cannot fail : Farewel Gentlemen . Exit . Bur. You have frighted off the Flesh flies . The. Flesh flies indeed my Lord. Enter a Serv. And it must be very stinking Flesh they will not seize on . Serv. Your Lordship bid me bring this Casket . Bur. Yes . Cood Colonel Commend me to your worthy Father , and as a Pledge He ever holds my Love and Service to him , Deliver him this poor but hearty Token , And where I may be his . — The. Ye are too Noble ; A Wonder here my Lord , that dare be Honest , When all Men hold it Vitious : I shall deliver it , And with it your most Noble Love . Your Servant . Ex. Bur. Were there but two more such at Court , ' rwere Sainted , This will buy Brawn this Christmas yet , and Muscadine . Ex.
SCENE V. Enter Ancient , crying Brooms , and after him severally , four Souldiers , crying other things . Borosky and Gentlemen over the Stage observing them . 1. SONG . Anc. Broom . Broom , the bonny Broom , Come buy my Birchen Broom , I th' wars we have no more room , Buy all my bonny Broom . For a Kiss take two ; If those will not do , For a little , little Pleasure , Take all my whole Treasure : If all those will not do 't , Take the Broom-man to boot . Broom , Broom , the bonny Broom . 2. SONG . 1 Sol. The Wars are done and gone , And Soldiers now neglected , Pedlars are , Come Maidens , come alone , For I can shew you handsom , handsome Ware . Powders for the Hoad , And Drinks for your Bed , To make ye blith and bonny . As well in the Night we Soldiers can fight , And please a young Wench as any . 2 Sol. I have fine Potatos , Ripe Potatos . 3. SONG . 3 Sol. Will ye buy any Honesty , come away , I sell it openly by day , I bring no forced light , nor no Candle To cozen ye ; come buy and handle : This will shew the great Man Good , The Tradsman where he swears and lyes , Each Lady of a noble Blood , The City Dame to rule her Eyes : Ye are rich Men now : come buy , and then I le make ye richer , honest Men. 4. SONG . 4 Sol. Have ye any crackt Maiden-heads , to new leach or mend ? Have ye any old Maiden-heads to sell or to change ? Bring 'em to me , with a little pritty Gin , I le clout 'em , I le mend 'em , I le knock in a Pin , Shall make 'em as good Maids agen , As ever they have bin . Bor. What means all this , why do y'sell Brooms Ancient ? Is it Wantonness or Want ? An. The only Reason is , To sweep your Lordships Conscience : here 's one for the nonce . Gape Sir , you have swallowed many a goodlier Matter — The only casting for a crazy Conscience . 3 Sol. Will your Lordship buy any Honesty ? ' twilt be worth your Money Bor. How is this ? 3 Sol. Honesty my Lord , 't is here in a Quill . An. Take heed you open it not , for 't is so subtle , The least puff of Wind will blow it out oth'Kingdom . 2 Sol. Will your Lordship taste a fine Potato ? 'T will advance your wither'd State . Anc. Fill your Honour full of most noble Itches , And make Jack dance in your Lordships Breeches . 1 Sol. If your Daughters on their Beds , Have bow'd , or crackt their Maiden-heads ; If in a Coach with too much tumbling , They chance to cry , fie , so , what fumbling ; If her Foot slip , and down fall she , And break her Leg above the Knee , The One and Thirtieth of February let this be tane , And they shall be arrant Maids again . Bor. Ye are brave Soldiers ; keep your wantonness , A Winter will come on to shake this wilfulness . Disport you selves , and when you want your Money — Ex. Anc. Broom , Broom , &c. Exit Singing .
SCENE VI. Enter Alinda , Honora , Viola . Al. You must not be so fearful , little one , Nor Lady you so sad , you will ne're make Courtiers With these dull sullen Thoughts ; this Place is pleasure , Perserv'd to that use , so inhabited ; And those that live here , live delightful , joyful : These are the Gardens of Adonis , Ladies , Where all sweets to their free and noble Uses , Grow ever young and courted . Hon. Bess me Heaven , Can things of her years arrive at these Rudiments ? By your leave fair Gentlewoman , how long have you bin here ? Al. Faith much about a Week . Hon. You have studied hard , And by my faith arriv'd at a great Knowledge . Viol. Were not you bashful at first ? Al. Ay , ay , for an Hour or two : But when I saw People laugh'd at me for it , And thought it a dull Breeding — Hon. You are govern'd here then Much after the Men's Opinions . Al. Ever Lady Hon. And what they think is honourable . — Al. Most precisely We follow with all Faith . Hon. A goodly Cathechism . Viol. But bashful for an Hour or two ? Al. Faith to say true . I do not think I was so long : for look ye , 'T is to no end here , put on what shape ye will , And sour your self with ne're so much Austerity , You shall be courted in the same , and won too , 'T is but some two Hours more ; and so much time lost , Which we hold precious here : In so much time now As I have told you this , you may lose a Servant , Your Age , nor all your Art can e'er recover . Catch me occasion as she comes , hold fast there Till what you do affect is ripn'd to ye . Has the Duke seen ye yet ? Ho. What if he have not ? Al. You do your Beauties too much wrong , appearing So full of sweetness , newness ; set so richly , As if a Council beyond Nature fram'd ye . Hon. If we were thus ? say Heaven had given these Blessings , Must we turn these to sin Oblations ? Al. How foolishly this Country way shews in ye ? How full of Flegm ? do you come here to pray Ladies . You had best cry , stand away , let me alone Gentlemen , I le tell my Father else . Viol. This Woman 's naught sure , A very naughty Woman . Hon. Come , say on friend , I le be instructed by ye . Al. You 'll thank me for 't . Ho. Either I or the Devil shall : The Duke you were speaking of . Al. 'T is well remember'd : yes , let him first see you , Appear not openly till he has view'd ye . Hon. He 's a very Noble Prince they say . Al. O wondrous gracious ; And as you may deliver your self at the first viewing ; For look ye , you must bear your self ; yet take heed It be so season'd with a sweet Humility , And grac'd with such a Bounty in your Beauty — Hon. But I hope he will offer me no ill ? Al. No , no : T is like he will kiss ye , and play with ye : Hon. Play with me , how ? Al. Why , good Lord , that you are such a Fool now . No harm assure your self . Viol. Will ye play with me too ? Al. Look Babies in your Eyes , my pretty sweet one : There 's a fine Sport : do you know your Lodgings yet ? Hon. I hear of none . Al. I do then , they are handsome , Convenient for access . Viol. Access ? Al. Yes little one , For Visitation of those Friends and Servants , Your Beauties shall make choice of : Friends and Visits : Do you not know those uses ? Alas poor Novice ; There 's a close Couch or two , handsomely placed too . Viol. What are those I pray you ? Al. Who would be troubled with such raw things ? they are to lye upon , And your Love by you ; and discourse , and toy in . Viol. Alas I have no Love . Al. You must by any means : You 'll have a Hundred , fear not . Viol. Honesty keep me : What shall I do with all those ? Al. You 'll find uses : You are ignorant yet , let Time work ; you must learn too , To lie handsomly in your Bed a Mornings , neatly drest In a most curious Wastcoat , to set you off well , Play with your Bracelets , Sing ; you must learn to Rhime too , And Riddle neatly ; study the hardest Language , And 't is no matter whether it be Sense or no , So it go seemly off . Be sure you profit In kissing , kissing sweetly : there lies a main Point , A Key that opens to all practick Pleasure ; I le help you to a Friend of mine shall teach you , And suddenly : your Country way is fulsome . Hon. Have you Schools for all these Mysteries ? Al. O yes , And several Hours prefix'd to Study in : You may have Kalanders to know the good Hour , And when to take a Jewel : for the Ill too , When to refuse , with Observations on 'em ; Under what Sign 't is best meeting in an Arbor , And in what Bower , and Hour it works ; a Thousand , When in a Coach , when in a private Lodging , With all their Vertues . Hon. Have you studied these ? How beastly they become your Youth ? how bawdily ? A Woman of your tenderness , a Teacher , Teacher of these lewd Arts ? of your full Beauty ? A Man made up in Lust , would loath this in you : The rankest Leacher , hate such Impudence . They say the Devil can assume Heavens brightness , And so appear to tempt us : sure thou art no Woman . Al. I joy to find thee thus . [ aside Hon. Thou hast no tenderness , No reluctation in thy Heart : 't is mischief . Al. All 's one for that ; read these and then be satisfy'd , A few more private Rules I have gather'd for you , Read 'em , and well observe 'em : so I leave you . Exit : Viol. A wondrous wicked Woman : shame go with thee Hon. What new Pandoras Box is this ? I le see it , Though presently I tear it . Read thine Viola , 'T is in our own Wills to believe and follow . Worthy Honora , as you have begun In Vertues spotless School , so forward run . Pursue that nobleness , and chaste desire You ever had , burn in that holy Fire ; And a white Martyr to fair memory Give up your Name , unsoil'd of Infamy . How 's this ? Read yours out Sister : this amazes me . Vio. Fear not thou yet unblasted Violet , Nor let my wanton words a Doubt beget . Live in that peace and sweetness of thy Bud , Remember whose thou art , and grow still good . Remember whose thou art , and stand a Story Fit for thy noble Sex , and thine own Glory . Hon. I know not what to think . Viol. Sure a good Woman , An excellent Woman , Sister . Hon. It confounds me ; Let 'em use all their Arts , if these be their ends , The Court I say breeds the best Foes and Friends . Come , let 's be honest Wench , and do our best service . Vio. A most excellent Woman , I will love her . Exeunt .
ACT. IV. Enter Olimpia with a Casket , and Alinda . Al. MAdam , the Duke has sent for the two Ladies . Olim. I prethee go : I know thy Thoughts are with him . Go , go Alinda , do not mock me more . I have found thy Heart Wench , do not wrong thy Mistriss , Thy too much loving Mistriss : do not abuse her . Al. By your own fair Hands I understand you not . Ol. By thy own fair Eyes I understand thee too much , Too far , and build a Faith there thou hast ruind . Go , and enjoy thy Wish , thy Youth , thy Pleasure , Enjoy the Greatness no doubt he has promised , Enjoy the service of all Eyes that see thee , The Glory thou hast aim'd at , and the triumph : Only this last Love I ask , forget thy Mistress . Al. O , who has wrong'd me ? who has ruin'd me ? Poor wretched Girl , what poyson is flung on thee ? Excellent Vertue , from whence flows this Anger ? Ol. Go , ask my Brother , ask the Faith thou gav'st me , Ask all my Favours to thee , ask my Love , Last , thy forgetfulness of Good : then fly me , For we must part Alinda . Al. You are weary of me ; I must confess , I was never worth your Service , Your bounteous Favours less ; but that my Duty , My ready Will , and all I had to serve you — O Heaven thou know'st my Honesty . Ol. No more : Take heed , Heaven has a Justice : take this Ring with you , This doting Spell you gave me : too well Alinda , Thou know'st the Vertue in 't ; too well I feel it : Nay keep that too , it may sometimes remember you , When you are willing to forget who gave it , And to what Vertuous end . Al. Must I go from you ? Of all the Sorrows sorrow has — must I part with you ? Part with my noble Mistress ? Ol. Or I with thee Wench . Al. And part stain'd with Opinion ? Farewel Lady , Happy and Blessed Lady , goodness keep you : Thus your poor Servant full of Grief turns from you , For ever full of Grief , for ever from you . I have no being now , no Friends , no Country , I wander Heaven knows whither , Heaven knows how . No Life , now you are lost : only mine innocence , That little left me of my self , goes with me , That 's all my Bread and Comfort . I confess Madam , Truly confess , the Duke has often courted me . Ol. And powr'd his Soul into thee , won thee . Al. Do you think so ? Well , time that told this Tale , will tell my truth too , And say you had a faithful , honest Servant : The business of my Life is now to pray for you , Pray for your Vertuous Loves ; Pray for your Children , When Heaven shall make you happy . Ol. How she wounds me ? Either I am undone , or she must go : take these with you , Some Toys may do you service ; and this Money : And when you want , I Love you not so poorly , Not yet Alinda , that I would see you perish . Prethee be good , and let me hear : look on me , I Love those Eyes yet dearly ; I have kiss'd thee , And now I le do 't again : farewel Alinda , I am too full to speak more , and too wretched . Exit . Al. You have my Faith , And all the World my Fortune . Exit .
SCENE II. Enter Theodore . The : I would fain hear What becomes of these two Wenches : And if I can , I will do 'em good . Enter Gentleman passing over the Stage . Do you hear my honest Friend ? He knows no such Name : What a World of business , Which by Interpretation are meer nothing , These things have here ? ' Mass now I think on 't better , I wish he be not sent for one of them To some of these By-lodgings : methought I saw A kind of Reference in his Face to Bawdery . Enter Gentleman with a Gentlewoman passing over the Stage . He has her , but 't is none of them : hold fast thief : An excellent touzing Knave . Mistress You are to suffer your penance some half Hour hence now How far a fine Court Custard with Plumbs in it Will prevail with one of these waiting Gentlewomen , They are taken with these soluble things exceedingly ; This is some Yeomen o th' Bottles now that has sent for her , That she calls Father : now woe to this Ale incense . By your leave Sir . Enter a Servant . Ser. Well Sir ; what 's your pleasure with me ? The. You do not know the way to the Maid's Lodgings ? Ser. Yes indeed do I Sir , The. But you will not tell me ? Ser. No indeed will not I , because you doubt it . Exit . Enter 2. Servant . The. These are fine Gim-cracks : hey , here comes another , A Bottle of Wine in 's Hand , I take it . Well met my Friend , is that Wine ? 2 Ser. Yes indeed is it . The. Faith I 'll drink on 't then . 2 Ser. Ye may , because ye have sworn , SIr . The. 'T is very good , I 'll drink a great deal now , Sir . 2 Ser. I cannot help it , Sir . The. I 'll drink more yet . 2 Ser. 'T is in your own Hands . The. There 's your Bottle , I thank you . Pray let me drink again . 2 Ser. Faith but ye shall not . Now have I sworn , I take it . Fare you well , Sir . [ Exit . The. This is the fin'st Place to live in I e'er ente'rd . Here comes a Gentlewoman , and alone ; I 'll to her . Madam , my Lord my Master — [ Enter Lady . Lady . Who 's your Lord , Sir ? The. The Lord Boroskie , Lady . Lady . Pray excuse me : Here 's something for your Pains : within this hour , Sir , One of the choice young Ladies shall attend him : Pray let it be in that Chamber juts out to the Water ; 'T is private and convenient : Do my humble Service To my honourable good Lord , I beseech you , Sir ; If it please you to visit a poor Lady — You carry the ' haviour of a noble Gentleman , The. I shall be bold . Lady . 'T is a good Aptness in you . I lye here in the Wood-yard , the blew Lodgings , Sir ; They call me merrily the Lady of the — Sir ; A little I know what belongs to a Gentleman , And if it please you take the Pains . [ Exit . The. Dear Lady , take the Pains ? Why a Horse would not take the Pains that thou requir'st now , To cleave old Crab tree ? One of the choice young Ladies ! I would I had let this Bawd go , she has frighted me ; I am cruelly afraid of one of my Tribe now ; But if they will do , the Devil cannot stop ' em . Why should he have a young Lady ? are Women now O' th' Nature of Bottles , to be stopt with Corks ? O the thousand little Furies that fly here now ! How now , Captain ? Enter Putskie . Puts . I come to seek you out , Sir , And all the Town I have travell'd . The. What 's the News , Man ? Puts . That , that concerns us all , and very nearly : The Duke this Night holds a great Feast at Court , To which he bids for Guests all his old Counsellors , And all his Favourites : your Father 's sent for . The. Why he is neither in Coucil , nor in Favour . Puts . That 's it : have an Eye now , or never , and a quick one , An Eye that must not wink from good-Intelligence . I heard a Bitd sing , they mean him no good Office . The. Art sure he sups here ? Enter Ancient . Puts . Sure as 't is Day . The. 'T is like then : How now , where hast thou been , Ancient ? Anc. Measuring the City : I have left my Brooms at the Gate here ; By this time the Porter has stole 'em to sweep out Rascals . The. Brooms ? An. I have been crying Brooms all the Town over , And such a Mart I have made , there 's no Trade near it . O the young handsome Wenches , how they twitter'd , When they but saw me shake my Ware , and sing too ; Come hither Master Broom-man I beseech you ; Good Master Broom-man hither , cries another . The. Thou art a mad Fellow . Anc. They are all as mad as I : they all have Trades now , And roar about the Streets like Bull-beggars . The. What Company of Soldiers are there ? Anc. By this means I have gather'd Above a thousand tall and hardy Soldiers , If need be , Colonel . The. That need 's come , Ancient , And 't was discreetly done : go , draw 'em up presently , But without Suspicion : this Night we shall need 'em ; Let 'em be near the Court , let Putskie guide 'em ; And wait me for Occasion : here I 'll stay still . Puts . If it fall out we are ready ; if not we are scatter'd : I 'll wait you at an Inch. The. Do , farewell . Exeunt .
Scene 3. Enter Duke , Boroskie . Du. Are the Soldiers still so mutinous ? Bor. More than ever . No Law nor Justice frights 'em : all the Town over They play new Pranks and Gambols : no Man's Person , Of what Degree soever , free from Abuses : And durst they do this , ( let your Grace consider ) These monstrous , most offensive things , these Villanies , If not set on , and fed ? if not by one They honour more than you ? and more aw'd by him ? Du. Happily their own Wants . Boros . I offer to supply ' em . And every Hour make Tender of their Moneys : They scorn it , laugh at me that offer it : I fear the next Device will be my Life , Sir ; And willingly I 'll give it , so they stay there . Du. Do you think Lord Archas privy ? Bor. More than thought , I know it , Sir , I know they durst not do These violent rude things , abuse the State thus , But that they have a Hope by his Ambitions — Du. No more ; he 's sent for ? Bor. Yes , and will be here sure . Du. Let me talk farther with you anon . Bor. I 'll wait , Sir . Du. Did you speak to the Ladies ? Bor. They 'll attend your Grace presently . Du. How do you like ' em ? Bor. My Eyes are too dull Judges . They wait here , Sir . Exit . Enter Honora and Viola . Du. Be you gone then : Come in , Ladies . Welcome to th' Court , sweet Beauties ; now the Court shines , When such true Beams of Beauty strike amongst us : Welcome , welcome , even as your own Joys welcome . How do you like the Court ? how seems it to you ? Is' t not a Place created for all Sweetness ? Why were you made such Strangers to this Happiness ? Barr'd the Delights this holds ? The richest Jewels Set ne'er so well , if they 're not worn to wonder , By judging Eyes not set off , lose their Lustre : Your Country Shades are faint ; Blasters of Beauty ; The Manners like the Place , obscure and heavy ; The Rose-buds of your Beauties turn to Cankers , Eaten with inward Thoughts ; whilst there you wander . Here , Ladies , here , you were not made for Cloisters , Here is the Sphere you move in : here shine nobly , And by your powerful Influence command all : What a sweet Modesty dwells round about ' em . And like a nipping Morn pulls in their Blossoms ? Hon. Your Grace speaks cunningly , you do not this , I hope , Sir , to betray us ; we are poor Triumphs ; Nor can our Loss of Honour add to you , Sir : Great Men , and great Thoughts , seek things great and worthy , Subjects to make 'em live , and not to lose 'em ; Conquests so nobly won , can never perish . We are two simple Maids , untutor'd here , Sir ; Two honest Maids , is that a Sin at Court , Sir ? Our Breeding is Obedience , but to good things , To vertuous and to fair : what wou'd you win on us ? Why do I ask that Question , when I have found you ? Your Preamble has pour'd your Heart out to us ; You would dishonour us ; which in your Translation Here at the Court reads thus ; Your Grace would love us , Most dearly love us ; stick us up for Mistresses : Most certain , there are thousands of our Sex , Sir , That would be glad of this , and handsome Women , And crowd into this Favour , fair young Women , Excellent Beauties , Sir : When ye have enjoy'd 'em , And suckt those Sweets they have , what Saints are these then ? What Worship have they won ? what Name , you guess , Sir , What Story added to their time , a sweet one ? Du. A brave spirited Wench . Hon. I 'll tell your Grace , And tell you true , you are deceiv'd in us two , Extremely cozen'd , Sir : And yet in my Eye You are the handsom'st Man I ever lookt on , The goodliest Gentleman ; take that hope with you ; And were I fit to be your Wife ( so much I honour you ) Trust me I would scratch for you but I would have you I would wooe you then . Du. She amazes me : But how am I deceiv'd ? Hon. O we are too honest , Believe it , Sir , too honest , far too honest , The way that you propound too ignorant , And there is no medling with us ; for we are Fools too , Obstinate , peevish Fools . If I would be ill , And had a Wanton's Itch , to kick my Heels up , I would not leap into th' Sun , and do 't there , That all the World might see me : an obscure Shade , Sir , Dark as the Deed , there is no trusting Light with it , Nor that that 's lighter far , vain-glorious Greatness . Du. You will love me as your Friend ? Hon. I will honour you , As your poor humble Handmaid , serve and pray for you . Du. What says my little one ; you are not so obstinate ? Lord , how she blushes ! here are truly fair Souls : Come , you will be my Love ? Viol. Good Sir be good to me , Indeed I 'll do the best I can to please you ; I do beseech your Grace : Alas , I fear you . Du. What shouldst thou fear ? Hon. Fie , Sir , this is not noble . Du. Why do I stand entreating , where my Power — Hon. You have no Power , at least you ought to have none In bad and beastly things : arm'd tnus , I 'll die here , Before she suffer wrong . Du. Another Archas ? Hon. His Child , Sir , and his Spirit . Du. I 'll deal with you then , For here 's the Honour to be won : sit down , Sweet , Prithee , Honora , sit . Hon. Now ye intreat I will , Sir . Du. I do , and will deserve it . Hon. That 's too much Kindness . Du. Prithee look on me . Hon. Yes , I love to see you , And could look an Age thus , and admire you : Whilst you are good and temperate , I dare touch you , Kiss your whlte Hand . Du. Why not my Lips ? Hon. I dare , Sir . Du. I do not think ye dare . Ho. I am no Coward . Do you believe me now ? or now ? or now , Sir ? You make me blush ; but sure I mean no ill , Sir : It had been fitrer you had kiss'd me . Du. That I 'll do too . What hast thou wrought into me ? Hon. I hope all Goodness : Whilst ye are thus , thus honest , I dare do any thing , Thus hang about your Neck , and thus doat on you ; Bless those fair Lights : Hell take me if I durst not — But , good Sir ; pardon me . Sister come hither , Come hither , fear not , Wench ; come hither , blush not , Come kiss the Prince , the vertuous Prince . the good Prince : Du. Thou wilt make me — Hon. Sit down , and hug him softly . Du. Fie , Honoira , Wanton Honoira ; is this the Modesty , The noble Chastity your on-set shew'd me , At first Charge beaten back ? Away . Hon. Thank you : Upon my Knees I pray , Heaven too may thank you ; Ye have deceiv'd me cunningly , yet nobly You have cozen'd me : In all your hopeful Life yet , A Scene of greater Honour you ne'er acted : I knew Fame was a Liar , too long , and loud tongu'd , And now I have found it : O my vertuous Master ! Viol. My vertuous Master too . Hon. Now you are thus , What shall become of me let Fortune cast for 't . Du. I 'll be that Fortune , if I live , Honoira ; Thou hast done a Cure upon me , Counsel could not . Enter Alinda . Al. Here take your Ring , Sir , and whom you mean to ruine , Give it to her next ; I have paid for 't dearly . Hon. A Ring to her ? Du. Why frowns my fair Alinda ? I have forgot both these again . Aside . Al. Stand still , Sir , Ye have that violent killing Fire upon you , Consumes all Honour , Credit , Faith . Hon. How 's this ? Al. My Royal Mistress's Favour towards me , Wo-worth you , Sir , you have poison'd , blasted . Du. I , Sweet ? Al. You have taken that unmanly Liberty , Which in a worse Man is vain-glorious feigning , And kill'd my Truth . Du. Upon my Life 't is false , Wench . Al. Ladies , Take heed , ye have a cunning Gamester , A handsome , and a high ; come stor'd with Antidotes , He has Infections else will fire your Bloods . Du. Prithee , Alinda , hear me . Al. Words steept in Honey , That will so melt into your Minds , buy Chastity A thousand ways , a thousand Knots to tie you ; And when he has bound you his , a thousand Ruins . A poor lost Woman you have made me . Du. I 'll maintain thee , And nobly too . Al. That Gin 's too weak to take me : Take heed , take heed , young Ladies ; still take heed , Take heed of Promises , take heed of Gifts , Of forced feigned Sorrows , Sighs , take heed . Du. By all that 's mine , Alinda — Al. Swear By your Mischiefs : O whither shall I go ? Du. Go back again , I 'll force her take thee , love thee . Al. Fare you well , Sir , I will not curse you ; only this dwell with you , When ever you love , a false Belief light on you . Exit . Hon. We 'll take our leaves too , Sir . Du. Part all the World now , Since she is gone . Hon. You are crooked yet , dear Master , And still I fear — Exeunt . Du. I am vex'd , And some shall find it . Exit .
Scene 4. Enter Archas and a Servant . Ar. 'T is strange To me to see the Court , and welcome : O Royal Place , how have I lov'd and serv'd thee ? Who lies on this side , know'st thou ? Ser. The Lord Burris . Ar. Thou hast nam'd a Gentleman I stand much bound to . I think he sent the Casket , Sir ? Ser. The same , Sir . Ar. An honest minded Man , a noble Courtier : The Duke made perfect Choice when he took him : Go you home , I shall hit the way Without a Guide now . Ser. You may want something , Sir . Ar. Only my Horses , Which after Supper let the Groom wait with : I 'll have no more Attendance here . Ser. Your Will , Sir ? Exit . Enter Theodore . The. You are well met here , Sir . Ar. How now , Boy , How do'st thou ? The. I should ask You that Question : how do you , Sir ? How do you feel your self ? Ar. Why , well and lusty . The. What do you here then ? Ar. Why , I am sent for To Supper with the Duke . The. Have you no Meat at home ? Or do you long to feed as hunted Deer do , In Doubt and Fear ? Ar. I have an excellent Stomach , And can I use it better Than among my Friends , Boy ? How do the Wenches ? The. They do well enough , Sir , They know the worst by this time . Pray be rul'd , Sir , Go home again ; and if you have a Supper , Eat it in quiet there : This is no Place for you , Especially at this time , Take my Word for 't . Ar. May be they 'll drink hard ; I could have drank my share , Boy . Though I am old , I will not out . The. I hope you will . Hark in your Ear : the Court 's Too quick of hearing . Ar. Not mean me well ? Thou art abus'd and cozen'd . Away , away . The. To that end , Sir , I tell you . Away , if you love your self . Ar. Who dare do these things , That ever heard of Honesty ? The. Old Gentleman , Take a Fool 's Counsel . Ar. 'T is a Fool 's indeed ; A very Fool 's : thou hast more of These Flams in thee , these musty Doubts : Is' t fit the Duke send for me , And honour me to eat within his Presence , And I , like a tall Fellow , play at bo-peep With his Pleasure ? The. Take heed Of bo-peep with your Pate , your Pate , Sir ; I speak plain Language now . Ar. If 't were not here , Where Reverence bids me hold , I would so swinge thee , thou rude , Unmanner'd Knave ; take from his Bounty , His Honour that he gives me , to beget Sawcy and sullen Fears ? The. You are not mad sure : By this fair Light , I speak But what it whisper'd , And whisper'd for a Truth . Ar. A Dog : drunken People , That in their Pot see Visions , And turn States , Mad-men and Children : Prithee do not follow me ; I tell thee I am angry : Do not follow me . The. I am as angry As you for your Heart . I and wilful too : go , like a Woodcock , And thrust your Neck i th' noose . Ar. I le kill thee . And thou speak'st but three words more . Do not follow me . Exit . The. A strange old foolish Fellow : I shall hear yet , And if I do not my part hiss at me . Exit .
SCENE V. Enter two Servants preparing a Banquet . 1. Ser. Believe me Fellow here will be lusty drinking . Many a washt Pate in Wine I warrant thee . 2. Serv. I am glad the old General 's come : upon my conscience That joy will make half the Court drunk . Hark the Trumpet , They are coming on ; away . 1 Ser. We 'll have a Rowse too . Exit . Enter Duke , Archas , Burris , Borosky , attend Gentlemen : Duk. Come seat your selves : Lord Archas sit you there , Ar. 'T is far above my worth . Duk. I le have it so : Are all things ready ? Bor. All the Guards are set , The Court Gates shut . Duk. Then do as I prescrib'd you . Be sure no further . Bor. I shall well observe you . Duk. Come bring some Wine : here 's to my Sister Gentlemen ; A Health , and much to all . Ar. Pray fill it full Sir . 'T is a high Health to Vertue : here Lord Burris , A Maiden Health : you are more fit to pledge it , You have a Maiden Soul , and much I honour it . Passion o' me , you are sad Man . Du. How now Burris . Go to , no more of this . Ar. Take the Rowse freely . 'T will warm your Blood , and make you fit for jollity . Your Graces Pardon : when we get a Cup Sir , We old Men prate a pace . Du. Mirth makes a Banquet ; As you love me no more . Bur. I thank your Grace . Give me it ; Lord Borosky . Boros . I have ill Brains Sir . Bur. Damnable ill , I know it . Boros . But I le pledge Sir This vertuous Health . Enter a Servant with Mourning Cloak . Bu. The more unfit for thy Mouth . Du. Come , bring out Robes , and let my guests look nobly , Fit for my Love and Presence : begin downward . Off with your Cloaks , take new . Ar. Your Grace deals truly Like a munificent Prince , with your poor Subjects , Who would not fight for you ? what cold dull Coward Durst seek to save his Life when you would ask it ? Begin a new Health in your new Adornments , The Dukes , the Royal Dukes : ah , what have I got Sir ? ah ! the robe of Death ! Duk. You have deserv'd it . Ar. The Livery of the Grave ? do you start all from me ? Do I smell of Earth already ? Sir look on me , And like a Man ; is this your Entertainment ? Do you bid your worthiest Guests to bloody Banquets . Enter a Guard . A Guard upon me too ? this is too foul play Boy to thy good , thine Honour ; thou wretched Ruler , Thou Son of Fools and Flatterers , Heirs of Hypocrites , Am I serv'd in a Hearse that sav'd you all ? Are you Men or Devils ? do you gape upon me , Wider , and swallow all my Services ? Entomb them first , my Faith next , then my Integrity , And let these stuggle with your mangy Minds , Your sear'd , and seal'd up Consciences , till you burst . Boros . These words are Death . Ar. No those Deeds that want rewards , Sirrah , Those Battles I have fought , those horrid Dangers , Leaner then Death , and wilder then Destruction , I have march'd upon , these honour'd Wounds , times Story , The Blood I have lost , the Youth , the Sorrows suffer'd , These are my death , these that can n'er be recompenc'd , These that you sit a brooding on like Toads , Sucking from my Deserts the Sweets and Favours , And render me no pay again but Poisons . Bor. The proud vain Soldier thou hast set — Ar. Thou lyest . Now by my little time of Life lyest basely , Malitiously and loudly : how I scorn thee ? If I had sweld the Soldier , or intended An Act in Person , leaning to dishonour , As you would fain have forced me , witness Heaven , Where clearest understanding of all Truth is , ( For these are spightful Men , and know no piety ) When Olin came , grim Olin , when his Marches , His last Incursions made the City sweat , And drove before him , as a Storm drives Hail , Such showers of frosted Fears , shook all your Heart-strings ; Then when the Volga trembled at his Terror , And hid his seven curl'd Heads , afraid of brusing , By his arm'd Horses Hoofs ; had I been false then , Or blown a treacherous fire into the Soldier , Had but one spark of Villany liv'd within me , Ye 'ad had some shadow for this black about me . Where was your souldiership ? why went not you out ? And all your right honourable Valour with you ? Why met you not the Tartar , and defi'd him ? Drew your dead doing Sword , and buckl'd with him ? Shot through his Squadrons like a fiery Meteor ? And as we see a dreadful clap of Thunder Rend the stiff hearted Oaks , and toss their Roots up : Why did not you so charge him ? you were sick then , You that dare taint my Credit , slipt to Bed then , Stewing and fainting with the Fears you had , A whorson shaking fit opprest your Lordship : Blush Coward knave , and all the World hiss at thee . Duk. Exceed not my command . Exit . Bor. I shall observe it . Exit . Ar. Are you gone too ? Come weep not honest Burris , Good loving Lord , no more Tears : 't is not his Malice , This Fellow's Malice , nor the Duke's Displeasure , By bold bad Men , crowded into his Nature , Can startle me : Fortune ne'er raz'd this Fort yet : I am the same , the same Man , living , dying ; The same Mind to 'em both , I poize thus equal ; Only the Jugling way that told me to it , The Judas way , to kiss me , bid me welcome , And cut my Throat , a little Sticks upon me . Farwel , commend me to his Grace , and tell him , The World is full of Servants , he may have many : And some I wish him honest : he 's undone else : But such another doating Archas never , So try'd and touch'd a Faith : farewel for ever . Bur. Be strong my Lord : you must not go thus lightly . Ar. Now what 's to do ? what says the Law unto me ? Give me my great Offence that speaks me guilty , Bor. Laying aside a thousand petty Matters , As Scorns and Insolencies , both from your self and followers , Which you put first fire to , and these are deadly , I come to one main Cause , which though it carries A Strangeness in the Circumstance , it carries Death too , Not to be pardon'd neither : you have done a Sacrilege . Ar. High Heaven defend me Man : how , how Borosky ? Bor. You have took from the Temple those vow'd Arms , The holy Ornament you hung up there , No absolution of your Vow , no order From Holy Church to give 'em back unto you After they were purified from War , and rested From Blood , made clean by Ceremony : from the Alta You snatch'd 'em up again , again you wore 'em , Again you stain'd 'em , stain'd your Vow , the Church too , And rob'd it of that right was none of yours Sir , For which the Law requires your Head , you know it . Ar. Those Arms I fought in last ? Bor. The same . Ar. God a Mercy , Thou hast hunted out a notable Cause to kill me : A Subtle one : I dye , for saving all you ; Good Sir remember if you can , the Necessity , The suddainness of Time , the Stage all stood in ; I was entreated to , kneel'd to , and pray'd to , The Duke himself , the Princes , all the Nobles , The cries of Infants , bedrid Fathers , Virgins ; Prethee find out a better Cause , a handsomer , This will undo thee too : People will spit at thee , The Devil himself would be asham'd of this Cause ; Because my haste made me forget the Ceremony ; The present danger every where , must my life satisfie ? Bor. It must and shall . Ar. O base ungrateful People , Have you no other Sword to cut my Throat with But mine own nobleness ? I confess , I took 'em , The Vow not yet absolv'd , I hung em up with : Wore 'em , fought in 'em , gilded 'em again In the fierce Tartars Blood ; for you I took 'em , For your peculiar safety , Lord , for all , I wore 'em for my Countries Health , that gron'd then : Took from the Temple , to preserve the Temple , That Holy Place , and all the Sacred Monuments , The reverent shrines of Saints , ador'd and honour'd , Had been consum'd to Ashes , their own Sacrifice , Had I been slack , or staid that Absolution , No Priest had liv'd to give it ; my own Honour Cure of my Country murder me ? Bor. No , no Sir , I shall force that from you , will make this cause light too , Away with him : I shall pluck down that Heart Sir . Ar. Break it thou may'st ; but if it bend , for pity ; Dogs and Kites eat it : come , I am Honours Martyr . Exit .
SCENE VI. Enter Duke and Burris . Du. Exceed my Warrant ? Bur. You know he loves him not . Du. He dares as well meet Death as do it , eat Wildfire ; Through a few Fears I mean to try his goodness , That I may find him fit to wear , here Burris ; I know Borosky hates him , to Death hates him , I know he 's a Serpent too , a swoln one Noise within . But I have pull'd his Sting out ; what noise is that ? The. Within . Down with 'em , down with the Gates . Sold. Within . Stand , stand , stand . Puts . Within . Fire the Palace before ye . Bur. Upon my Life the Soldier , Sir , the Soldier , A miserable time is come . Enter Gent. Gent. O save him , Upon my Knees , my hearts Knees , save Lord Archas , We are undone else . Du. Dares he touch his Body ? Gent. He racks him fearfully , most fearfully . Du. Away Burris , Take Men , and take him from him ; clap him up , And if I live , I 'll find a strange Death for him : Ex. Bur. Are the Soldiers broke in ? Gent. By this time sure they , are Sir , They beat the Gates extreamly , beat the People . Du. Get me a Guard about me : make sure the Lodgings , And speak the Soldiers fair . Gent. Pray Heaven that take Sir . Exit . Enter Putsky , Ancient , Soldiers with Torches . Put. Give us the General , we 'll fire the Court else , Render him safe and well , An. Do not fire the Cellar , There 's excellent Wine in 't , Captain , and though it be cold weather , I do not love it mull'd : bring out the General , We 'll light you , such a Bonfire else ; where are you ? Speak , or we 'll toss your Turrets , peep out of your Hives We 'll smoak you else : is not that a Nose there ? Put out that Nose again , and if thou dar'st But blow it before us : now he creeps out on 's Burrough . Puts . Give us the General . Enter Gent. Gent. Yes , Gentlemen ; Or any thing you can desire . Anc. You Musk-cat Cordevan-skin , we will not take your answer . Put. Where is the Duke ? speak suddenly and send him hither . Anc. Or we 'll so fry your Buttocks . Gent. Good sweet Gentlemen — Anc. We are neither good , nor sweet , we are Soldiers And you Miscreants that abuse the General , Give fire my Boys 't is a dark Evening , Let 's light 'em to their Lodgings . Enter Olimpia , Honora , Viola , Theodore , Women . Hon. Good Brother be not fierce . The. I will not hurt her , Fear not sweet Lady . Ol. May do what you please Sir , I have a Sorrow that exceeds all yours , And more , contemns all danger . Enter Duke above . The. Where is the Duke ? Du. He 's here ; what would you Soldiers ? wherefore troop ye Like mutinous Mad-men thus ? The. Give me my Father . Put. Anc. Give us our General . The. Set him here before us , You see the Pledge we have got ; you see these Torches ; All shall to Ashes , as I live , immediately , A thousand lives for one . Du. But hear me ? Put. No , we come not to dispute . Enter Archas and Bur. The. By Heaven I swear he 's rackt and whipt . Hon. O my poor Father ! Put. Burn , kill and burn . Ar. Hold , hold I say : hold Soldiers , On your Allegiance hold . The. We must not . Ar. Hold : I swear by Heaven he is a barbarous Traitor stirs first , A Villan , and a Stranger to Obedience , Never my Soldier more , nor Friend to honour : Why did you use your old Man thus ? thus cruelly Torture his poor weak Body ? I ever lov'd you . Du. Forget me in these wrongs , most noble Archas. Ar. I have blame enough for all my hurts : weep no more Sir , A Satisfaction for a thousand Sorrows : I do believe you innocent , a good Man , And Heaven forgive that naughty thing that wrong'd me . Why look you wild my Friends ? why stare you on me ? I charge you as you are Men , my Men , my Lovers , As you are honest faithful Men , fair Soldiers , Let down your Anger : Is not this our Soveraign , The Head of Mercy and of Law ? who dares then , But Rebels scorning Law , appear thus violent ? Is this a place for Swords ? for threatning Fires ? The Reverence of this House dares any touch , But with obedient Knees , and pious Duties ? Are not we all his Subjects ? all sworn to him ? Has not he power to punish our Offences ? And not we daily fall into ' em ? assure your selves I did offend and highly , grievously , This good sweet Prince I offended , my Life forfeited , Which yet his Mercy , and his old Love met with , And only let me feel his light Rod this way : You are to thank him for your General , Pray for his Life , and Fortune : sweat your Bloods for him . You are Offenders too , daily Offenders , Proud Insolencies dwell in your Hearts , and you do 'em , Do 'em against his Peace , his Law , his Person ; You see he only Sorrows for your Sins , And where his Power might persecute , forgives you : For shame put up your Swords , for honesty , For orders sake and whose you are , my Soldiers , Be not so rude . The. They have drawn Blood from you Sir . Ar. That was the Blood rebel'd , the naughty Blood , The proud provoking Blood ; 't is well 't is out Boy ; Give you example first ; draw out , and orderly . Hon. Good Brother do Ar. Honest and high Example , As thou wilt have my Blessing follow thee , Inherit all mine Honours : thank you Theodore , My worthy Son . The. If harm come , thank your self Sir ; I must obey you . Exit . Ar. Captain , you know the way now : A good Man , and a valiant ; you were ever , Inclin'd to honest things : I thank you Captain . Ex. Soul . Souldiers , I thank you all : and love me still , But do not love me so to lose Allegiance , Love that above your lives : once more I thank you . Du. Bring him to rest , and let our Cares wait on him ; Thou excellent old Man , thou top of honour , Where Justice and Obedience only build , Thou stock of Vertue , how am I bound to love thee ? In all thy noble ways to follow thee ? Bur. Rememember him that vext him Sir , Du. Remember ! When I forget that Villany , and to pay him For all his mischiefs , may all good thoughts forget me Ar. I am very sore , Du. Bring him to bed with ease Gentlemen , For every strip I le drop a tear to wash 'em , And in my sad Repentance — Ar. 'T is too much , I have a Life yet left to gain that Love Sir . Exeunt .
ACT. V. Enter Duke , Burris , and Gentlemen . Duk. HOW do's Lord Archas yet ? Bur. But weak an 't please you , Yet all the helps that Art can , are applied to him ; His Heart 's untouch'd , and whole yet ; and no doubt Sir , His Mind being sound , his Body soon will follow . Duk. O that base Knave that wrong'd him , without leave too ; But I shall find an Hour to give him thanks for 't ; He 's fast I hope ? Bur. As fast as Irons can keep him : But the most fearful wretch — Du. He has a Conscience , A cruel stinging one I warrant him , A loaden one : But what news of the Soldiers ? I did not like their parting , 't was too sullen . Bur. That they keep still , and I fear a worse clap : They are drawn out of the Town , and stand in Counsels , Hatching unquiet Thoughts , and cruel Purposes : I went my self unto 'em , talk'd with the Captains , Whom I found fraught with nothing but loud Murmurs , And desperate Curses , sounding these words often Like Trumpets to their Angers : we are ruin'd , Our Services turn'd to Disgraces , Mischiefs , Our brave old General , like one had pilfer'd , Tortur'd and whipt : the Colonel's Eyes like Torches , Blaze every where and fright fair Peace . Gent. Yet worse Sir : The News is currant now , they mean to leave you , Leave their Allegiance : and under Olins charge The bloody Enemy march strait against you . Bur. I have heard this too , Sir : Du. This must be prevented , And suddenly , and warily . Bur. 'T is time , Sir , But what to minister , or how ? Du. Go in with me , And there we 'll think upon 't : such Blows as these , Equal Defences ask , else they displease . Exeunt .
Scene 2. Enter Petesca , and Gentlewoman . Pet. Lord , what a Coile has here been with these Soldiers ? They are cruel Fellows . Wo. And yet methought we found 'em Handsome enough ; I 'll tell thee true , Petesca , I look'd for other manner of Dealings from 'em , And had prepar'd my self ; but where 's my Lady ? Pet. In her old Dumps within ; monstrous melancholy ; Sure she was mad of this Wench . Wo. If she had been a Man , She would have been a great deal madder , I am glad she is shifted . Pet. 'T was a wicked thing for me to betray her , And yet I must confess she stood in our Lights . Enter Alinda : What young thing 's this ? Al. Good morrow beauteous Gentlewomen : Pray you is the Princess stirring yet ? Wo. He has her Face . Pet. Her very Tongue , and Tone too ; her Youth upon him . Al. I guess you to be the Princess's Women . Pet. Yes , we are , Sir . Al. Pray is there not a Gentlewoman waiting on her Grace , You call Alinda ? Pet. The Devil sure in her shape . Wo. I have heard her tell my Lady of a Brother , An only Brother that she had : in Travel — Pet. ' Mass , I remember that : this may be he too : I would this thing would serve her . Enter Olimpia . Wo. So would I , Wench , We should love him better sure : Sir , here 's the Princess , She best can satisfie you . Al. How I love that Presence ! O blessed Eyes , how nobly shines your Comforts ! Ol. What Gentleman is that ? Wo. We know not , Madam : He ask'd us for your Grace : and as we guess it , He is Alinda's Brother . Ol. Ha! let me mark him : My Grief has almost blinded me : her Brother ! By Venus , he has all her Sweetness upon him : Two silver drops of Dew were never liker . Al. Gracious Lady — Ol. That pleasant Pipe he has too . Al. Being my Happiness to pass by this way , And having , as I understand by Letters , A Sister in your vertuous Service , Madam — Ol. O now my Heart , my Heart akes . Al. All the Comfort My poor Youth has , all that my Hopes have built me , I thought it my first Duty , my best Service Here to arrive first , humbly to thank your Grace For my poor Sister , humbly to thank your Nobleness , That bounteous Goodness in you . Ol. 'T is he certainly . Al. That Spring of Favour to her : with my Life , Madam , If any such most happy Means might meet me , To shew my Thankfulness . Ol. What have I done , Fool ? Al. She came a Stranger to your Grace , no Courtier ; Nor of that curious Breed befits your Service ; Yet one , I dare assure my Soul , that lov'd you Before she saw you ; doated on your Vertues ; Before she knew those fair Eyes long'd to read ' em . You only had her Prayers , you her Wishes ; And that one Hope to be yours once , preserv'd her , Ol. I have done wickedly . Al. A little Beauty , Such as a Cottage breeds , she brought along with her ; And yet our Country-eyes esteem'd it much too : But for her beauteous Mind , forget , great Lady , I am her Brother , and let me speak a Stranger : Since she was able to beget a Thought , 't was honest , The daily Study how to fit your Services , Truly to tread that vertuous Path you walk in , So fir'd her honest Soul , we thought her Sainted ; I presume she is still the same : I would fain see her ; For , Madam , 't is no little Love I owe her . Ol. Sir , such a Maid there was , I had — Al. There was , Madam ? Ol. O my poor Wench : Eyes , I will ever curse you For your Credulity , Alinda . Al. That 's her Name , Madam , Ol. Give me a little leave , Sir , to lament her . Al. Is she dead , Lady ? Ol. Dead , Sir , to my Service . She is gone , pray ask me no farther . Al. I obey , Madam : Gone ? now must I lament too : said you gone , Madam ? Ol. Gone , gone for ever . Al. That 's a cruel Saying : Her Honour too ? Ol. Prithee look angry on me , And if thou ever lovedst her , spit upon me ; Do something like a Brother , like a Friend , And do not only say thou lov'st her — Al. You amaze me . Ol. I ruin'd her , I wrong'd her , I abus'd her ; Poor innocent Soul , I flung her ; sweet Alinda , Thou vertuous Maid , my Soul now calls thee vertuous . Why do ye not rail now at me ? Al. For what , Lady ? Ol. Call me base treacherous Woman . Al. Heaven defend me . Ol. Rashly I thought her false , and put her from me , Rashly , and madly I betray'd her Modesty , Put her to wander , Heaven knows where ; nay , more , Sir , Stuck a black Brand upon her . Al. 'T was not well , Lady . Ol. 'T was damnable ; she loving me so dearly , Never poor Wench lov'd so : Sir , believe me , 'T was the most dutious Wench , the best Companion ; When I was pleas'd , the happiest , and the gladdest , The modestest sweet Nature dwelt within her : I saw all this , I knew all this , I lov'd it , I doated on it too , and yet I kill'd it : O what have I forsaken ? what have I lost ? Al. Madam , I 'll take my leave , since she is wandring , 'T is fit I know no rest . Ol. Will you go too , Sir ? I have not wrong'd you yet , if you dare trust me , For yet I love Alinda there , I honour her , I love to look upon those Eyes that speak her , To read that Face again , Modesty keep me , Alinda , in that shape : but why should you trust me , 'T was I betray'd your Sister , I undid her ; And believe me , gentle Youth , 't is I weep for her : Appoint what Penance you please : but stay then , And see me perform it : ask what Honour this Place Is able to heap on you , or what Wealth : If following me will please you , my Care of you , Which for your Sister's sake , for your own Goodness — Al. Not all the Honour-Earth has , now she 's gone , Lady , Not all the Favour ; yet if I sought Preferment , Under your bounteous Grace I would only take it . Peace rest upon you : one sad Tear every Day For poor Alinda's sake , 't is fit you pay . Exit . Ol. A thousand , noble Youth ; and when I sleep , Even in my silver Slumbers still I 'll weep . Exit .
Scene 3. Enter Duke and Gentlemen . Du. Have you been with ' em ? Gent. Yes , an 't please your Grace , But no Persuasion serves 'em , nor no Promise , They are fearful angry , and by this time , Sir , Upon their March to the Enemy . Du. They must be stopt . Enter Burris . Gent. I , but what Force is able ? and what Leader ! — Du. How now , have you been with Archas ? Bur. Yes , and 't please you , And told him all : he frets like a chaf'd Lyon , And calls for his Arms , and all those honest Courtiers That dare draw Swords . Du. Is he able to do any thing ? Bur. His Mind is well enough ; and where his Charge is , Let him be ne'er so sore , 't is a full Army . Du. Who commands the Rebels ? Bur. The young Colonel , That makes the old Man almost mad : he swears , Sir , He will not spare his Son's Head for the Dukedom . Du. Is the Court in Arms ? Bur. As fast as they can bustle , Every Man mad to go now : inspir'd strangely , As if they were to force the Enemy . I beseech your Grace to give me leave . Du. Pray go , Sir , And look to the old Man well ; take up all fairly , And let no Blood be spilt ; take general Pardons , And quench this Fury with fair Peace . Bur. I shall , Sir , Or seal it with my Service ; they are Villains ; The Court is up : good Sir , go strengthen 'em , Your Royal Sight will make 'em scorn all Dangers ; The General needs no Proof . Du. Come , let 's go view ' em . Exeunt .
SCENE 4. Enter Theodore , Putskie , Ancient , Soldiers , with Drums and Colours . The. 'T is known we are up , and marching : no ●ubmission , No Promise of base Peace can cure our Maladies , We have suffer'd beyond all Repair of Honour : Your valiant old Man 's whipt ; whipt , Gentlemen , Whipt like a Slave : that Flesh that never trembled , Nor shrunk one Sinew at a thousand Charges ; That noble Body rib'd in Arms , the Enemy So often shook at , and then shunn'd like Thunder , That Body 's torn with Lashes . Anc. Let 's turn Head . Put. Turn nothing , Gentlemen , let 's march on fairly , Unless they charge us . The. Think still of his Abuses , And keep your Angers . Anc. He was whipt like a Top , I never saw a Whore so lac'd : Court School butter ? Is this their Diet ? I 'll dress 'em one running Banquet : What Oracle can alter us ? Did not we see him ? See him we lov'd ? The. And though we did obey him , Forc'd by his Reverence for that time , is 't fit , Gentlemen ? My noble Friends , is 't fit we Men , and Soldiers , Live to endure this , and look on too ? Put. Forward : They may call back the Sun as soon , stay Time , Prescribe a Law to Death , as we endure this . The. They will make you all fair Promises . Anc. We care not . The. Use all their Arts upon you . Anc. Hang all their Arts. Put. And happily they 'll bring him with ' em . Anc. March apace then , He is old and cannot overtake us . Put. Say he do . Anc. We 'll run away with him : they shall never see him more : The Truth is , we 'll hear nothing , stop at nothing , Consider nothing but our way ; believe nothing , Not though they say their Prayers : be content with nothing , But the knocking our their Brains : and last , do nothing , But ban 'em and curse 'em , till we come to kill ' em . The. Remove them forwards bravely ; keep your Minds whole , And the next time we face 'em , shall be fatal . Exeunt .
SCENE V. Enter Archas , Duke , Burris , Gentlemen , and Soldiers . Ar. Peace to your Grace ; take rest , they are before us . Gent. They are , Sir , and upon the March. [ Ex. Du. Ar. Lord Burris , Take you those Horse and coast 'em : upon the first Advantage , If they will not slack their March , charge 'em up roundly , By that time I 'll come in . Bur. I 'll do it truly . [ Exit . Gent. How do you feel your self , Sir ? Ar. Well , I thank you ; A little weak , but Anger shall supply that . You will all stand bravely to it ? All. Whilst we have Lives , Sir . Ar. You speak like Gentlemen ; I 'll make the Knaves know , The proudest and the strongest hearted Rebel , They have a Law to live in , and they shall have ; Beat up a-pace , by this time he is upon 'em , And Sword , but hold me now , thou shalt play ever . [ Ex. Enter Drums beating , Theodore , Putskie , Ancient , and their Soldiers . The. Stand , stand , stand close and sure ; The Horse will charge us . [ Enter Bur. and 1 or 2 Soldiers . Anc. Let 'em come on , we have Provender fit for ' em . Put. Here comes Lord Burris , Sir , I think to parley . The. You are welcome , noble Sir , I hope to our part . Bur. No , valiant Colonel , I am come to chide you , To pity you ; to kill you , if these fail me ; Fie , what Dishonour seek you ? What black Infamy ! Why do you draw out thus ? draw all Shame with you ? Are these fit Cares in Subjects ? I command you Lay down your Arms again , move in that Peace , That fair Obedience you were bred in . Put. Charge us ? We come not here to argue . The. Charge up bravely , And hotly too , we have hot Spleens to meet you , Hot as the Shames are offer'd us [ Enter Arch. Gent. and Sold. Bur. Look behind you , Do you see that old Man ? do you know him , Soldiers ? Put. Your Father , Sir , believe me — Bur. You know his Marches , You have seen his Executions : is it yet Peace ? The. We 'll die here first . Bur. Farewel : You 'll hear on 's presently . Ar. Stay , Burris : this is too poor , too beggarly a Body To bear the Honour of a Charge from me , A sort of tatter'd Rebels ; go provide Gallouses ; You are troubled with hot Heads , I 'll cool you presently : These look like Men that were my Soldiers Now I behold 'em nearly , and more narrowly , My honest Friends : where got they these fair Figures ? Where did they steal these Shapes ? Bur. They are struck already . Ar. Do you see that Fellow there ; that goodly Rebel ? He looks as like a Captain I lov'd tenderly ; A Fellow of a Faith indeed . Bur. He has sham'd him . Ar. And that that bears the Colours there , most certain So like an Ancient of mine own , a brave Fellow , A loving and obedient , that believe me , Burris , I am amaz'd and troubled : and were it not I know the general Goodness of my People , The Duty , and the Truth , the stedfast Honesty , And am assur'd they would as soon turn Devils As Rebels to Allegiance , for mine Honour . Bu. Here needs no Wars . Put. I pray forgive us , Sir . Anc. Good General forgive us , or use your Sword , Your Words are double Death . All. Good noble General . Bur. Pray , Sir , be merciful . Ar. Weep out your shames first , You make me Fool for Company : Fie , Soldiers , My Soldiers too , and play these Tricks . What 's he there ? Sure I have seen his Face too ; yes , most certain I have a Son , but I hope he is not here now , Would much resemble this Man , wondrous near him , Just of his height and making too ; you seem a Leader . The. Good Sir , do not shame me more : I know your Anger , And less than Death I look not for . Ar. You shall be my Charge , Sir , it seems you want Foes , When you would make your Friends your Enemies : A running Blood you have , but I shall cure you . Bur. Good Sir — Ar. No more , good Lord : beat forward , Soldiers : And you , march in the Rear , you have lost your Places . [ Exeunt :
SCENE VI. Enter Duke , Olimpia , Honoira , Viola . Du. You shall not be thus sullen still , with me , Sister , You do the most unnobly to be angry ; For as I have a Soul , I never touch'd her , I never yet knew one unchast Thought in her : I must confess I lov'd her ; as who would not ? I must confess I doated on her strangely , I offer'd , all ; yet so strong was her Honour , So fortify'd as fair , no Hope could reach her ; And whilst the World beheld this , and confirm'd it , Why would you be so jealous ? Ol. Good Sir pardon me , I feel sufficiently my Follies Penance , And am asham'd , that Shame a thousand Sorrows Feed on continually . Would I had never seen her , Or with a clearer Judgment look'd upon her : She was too good for me , so heavenly good , Sir , Nothing but Heaven can love that Soul sufficiently , Where I shall see her once again . [ Enter Burris . Du. No more Tears , If she be within the Dukedom , we 'll recover her : Welcome , Lord Burris , fair News I hope . Bu. Most fair , Sir , Without one Drop of Blood these Wars are ended , The Soldier cool'd again , indeed asham'd , Sir , And all his Anger ended . Du. Where 's Lord Archas ? Bur. Not far off , Sir : with him his valiant Son , Head of this Fire , but now a Prisoner ; And if by your sweet Mercy not prevented , I fear some fatal Stroke . [ Drums . Enter Archas , Theodore , Gentlemen , Soldiers . Du. I hear the Drums beat , Welcome , my worthy Friend . Ar. Stand where you are , Sir , Even as you love your Country , move not forward , Nor plead for Peace till I have done a Justice , A Justice on this Villain ; none of mine now , A Justice on this Rebel . Hon. O my Brother . Ar. This fatal Firebrand — Du. Forget not , old Man , He is thy Son of thine own Blood . Ar. In these Veins No treachery e'er harbour'd yet , no mutiny , I ne'er gave life to lewd and headstrong Rebels . Duk. 'T is his first Fault . Ar. Not of a thousand Sir , Or were it so , it is a Fault so mighty . So strong against the Nature of all Mercy , His Mother were she living , would not weep for him ; He dare not say he would live . The. I must not Sir , Whilst you say it is not fit : your Grace's mercy Not to my life apply'd , but to my fault Sir , The World's forgiveness next ; last , on my Knees Sir , I humbly beg , Do not take from me yet the Name of Father , Strike me a thousand Blows , but let me dye yours . Ar. He moves my Heart : I must be suddain with him , I shall grow faint else , in my Execution ; Come , come Sir , you have seen Death ; now meet him bravely . Du. Hold , hold I say , a little hold , consider Thou hast no more Sons , Archas , to inherit thee : Ar. Yes Sir , I have another , and a Nobler : No Treason shall inherit me : young Archas A Boy , as sweet as young , my Brother breeds him , My noble Brother Brisky , breeds him nobly , Him let your favour find : give him your honour . Enter Putsky ( alias Brisky ) an d Alinda ( alias Archas. ) Put. Thou hast no Child left Ar chas , none to inherit thee If thou strik'st that stroke now : behold young Archas ; Behold thy Brother here , thou bloody Brother , As bloody to this Sacrifice as thou art : Heave up thy Sword , and mine 's heav'd up : strike Archas , And I 'll strke too , as suddenly , as deadly : Have Mercy , and I 'll have Mercy : The Duke gives it , Look upon all these , how they weep it from thee , Choose quickly , and begin . Du. On your Obedience , On your Allegiance save him . Ar. Take him to you , [ Sold. shout . And sirrah , be an honest Man , you have reason : I thank ye worthy Brother ; welcome Child , Mine one sweet Child . Du. Why was this Boy concealed thus ? Put. Your Grace's Pardon : Fearing the Vow you made against my Brother And that your Anger would not only light On him , but find out all his Family , This Young Boy , to preserve from after danger , Like a young Wench , hither I brought ; my self In the Habit of an ordinary Captain Disguis'd , got Entertainment , and serv'd here That I might still be ready to all Fortunes : The Boy your Grace took , nobly entertain'd him , But thought a Girl , Alinda , Madam . Ol. Stand away , And let me look upon him . Du. My young Mistriss ? This is a strange Metamorphosis , Alinda , Al. Your Graces humble Servant . Du. Come hither Sister : I dare yet scarce believe mine Eyes ? how they view one another ? Dost thou not love this Boy well ? Ol. I should lye else , Trust me , extreamly lye Sir . Du. Didst thou never wish Olimpia , It might be thus ? Ol. A thousand times . Du. Here take him : Nay , do not blush : I do not jest ; kiss sweetly : Boy , you kiss faintly Boy ; Heaven give you Comfort : Teach him , he 'll quickly learn : there 's two Hearts eas'd now . Ar. You do me too much honour Sir . Duk. No Archas , But all I can , I will ; can you love me ? speak truly . Hon. Yes Sir , dearly . Du. Come hither Viola , can you Love this Man ? Viol. I 'll do the best I can Sir . Duk. Seal it Burris : We 'll all to Church together instantly : And then a Vie for Boys ; stay , bring Borosky . Enter Borosky I had almost forgot that lump of Mischief . There Archas , take the Enemy to honour , The Knave to worth : do with him what thou wilt . Ar. Then to my Sword again ; you to your Prayers ; Wash off your Villanies , you feel the Burthen . Bor. Forgive me ' ere I die , most honest Archas ; 'T is too much honour that I perish thus ; O strike my Faults to kill them that no Memory , No black and blasted Infamy hereafter — Ar. Come , are you ready ? Bor. Yes . Ar. And truly penitent , to make your way straight ? Bor. Thus I wash off my Sins Ar. Stand up , and live then , And live an honest Man ; I scorn Mens ruine : Take him again . Sir , try him : and believe This thing will be a perfect Man . Du. I take him . Bor. And when I fail those Hopes , Heaven's Hopes fail me . Duk. You are old : no more Wars Father : Theodore take you the Charge , be General . The. All good Bless you . Duk. And my good Father , you dwell in my Bosom , From you rise all my good Thoughts : when I would think And examine Time for one that 's fairly Noble , And the same Man through all the straights of Vertue , Upon this Silver Book I 'll look , and read him . Now forward merrily to Hymens Rights , To Joys and Revels , Sports , and he that can Most honour Archas , is the noblest Man . Exeunt .
FINIS .

Lately Printed the Northern Lass ; or , The Nest of Fools . The Royal Merchant ; or , Beggars Bush . Both Comedies .