Chapter V: Act V: , Scene I

_Enter +Sim+ and +John+, passing over with a basin of
rosemary[97] and a great flagon with wine._

+Sim.+ Come, John, carry your hand steadily; the guests drop
in apace, do not let your wine drop out.[98]

+John.+ 'Tis as I told thee; Master Alexander, thy mistress'
eldest son will be here.

+Sim.+ Rose, I pray burn some pitch i' th' parlour, 'tis good
against ill airs; Master Alexander will be here. [_Exeunt._

_Enter +Old Bloodhound+ and +Jarvis+._

+Blood.+ I am up before you, son Ear-lack. Will Ancient Young
be here with a rich wife too? Thy mistress is not stirring yet,
sirrah. I'll hold my life the baggage slipped to thy mistress;
there they have e'en locked the door to them, and are tricking
up one another: O these women! But this rogue Tim, he lay out
to-night too; he received my hundred mark, and (I fear) is
murdered. Truss, truss, good Jarvis.

+Jar.+ He has been a-wooing, sir, and has fetched over the
delicatest young virgin! Her father died but a week since, and
left her to her marriage five thousand pound in money and a
parcel of land worth three hundred per annum.

+Blood.+ Nay, nay, 'tis like; the boy had ever a captivating
tongue to take a woman. O excellent money, excellent money,
mistress of my devotions! My widow's estate is little less too;
and then Sander--he has got a moneyed woman too; there will be
a bulk of money. Tim is puling, I may tell thee, one that by
nature's course cannot live long: t'other a midnight surfeit
cuts off: then have I a trick to cosen both their widows, and
make all mine. O Jarvis, what a moneyed generation shall I then
get upon thy mistress?

+Jar.+ A very virtuous brood.

+Blood.+ Hast done?

+Jar.+ I have done, sir.

+Blood.+ I'll in and get some music for thy mistress, to
quicken her this morning; and then to church in earnest. When
'tis done, where is Sir Nicholas Nemo and his wards.[99]

That watch so for her? Ha, ha, ha! all's mixed with honey:
I have mirth, a sweet young widow, and her money.
O that sweet saint, call'd Money! [_Exeunt._

+Anc.+ Joy! ay, and a hundred pound a year in a black box to
the bargain, given away i' th' dark last night to we know not
who, and to be heard of, we know not when. 'Sfoot, an' this be
joy, would we had a handsome slice of sorrow to season it.

+Alex.+ By this light, 'twas strange.

+Moll.+ Believe me, sir, I thought I had given it you: he that
took it called me by my name.

+Sim.+ Did he speak Welsh or English?

+Moll.+ Alas! I know not; I enjoined him silence, seeing the
watch coming, who parted us.

+Sim.+ If this were not Master Randalls of Randall Hall, that I
told you of, I'll be flayed.

+Alex.+ Be masked, and withdraw awhile; here comes our dad.
[_Exeunt._

_Enter +Bloodhound+, +Sir Marmaduke Many-Minds+,
+Sir Janus Ambidexter+, and +Master
Busy+._

+Blood.+ Why, Master Busy, asleep as thou stand'st, man!

+Sim.+ Some horse taught him that; 'tis worth god-a-mercy.[100]

+Con.+ I watch all night, I protest, sir; the compters pray for
me: I send all in, cut and long tail.[101]

+Sir Mar.+ What, what?

+Con.+ I sent twelve gentlewomen, our own neighbours, last
night, for being so late but at a woman's labour.

+Blood.+ Alas, sir! a woman in that kind, you know, must have
help.

+Con.+ What's that to me? I am to take no notice of that: they
might have let her alone till morning, or she might have cried
out some other time.

+Sir Mar.+ Nay, nay, Master Busy knows his place, I warrant you.

_Enter +Alexander+, +Ancient Young+, +Widow+,
and +Moll+._[102]

+Blood.+ Son Alexander, welcome; and Ancient Young too: I have
heard all.

+Alex.+ You must pardon the rudeness of the gentlewomen, sir,
in not unmasking; they entreated me to inform you, there are
some i' th' house to whom they would by no means be laid open.

+Blood.+ They are witty, they are witty.

+Alex.+ But, for myself, I am now your most obedient, virtuous
Alexander.

+Blood.+ Obedience! hang Virtue, let her starve. Has she money?
has she money?

+Alex.+ Two chests of silver and two Utopian trunks[103] full
of gold and jewels.

+Blood.+ They are all Alexander's women, do you mark?

+Sim.+ Alexander was the conqueror, sir?

+Blood.+ Come, come, we'll to church presently. Prythee,
Jarvis, whilst the music plays just upon the delicious close,
usher in the brides, the widow, and my Moll. [_Exit +Jarvis+._

+Sim.+ I tell you true, gallants, I have seen neither of them
to-day. Shall I give him the lie?

+Blood.+ They are both locked up, i' faith, trimming of one
another. O these women, they are so secret in their business,
they will make very coxcombs of us men, and do 't at pleasure
too. 'Tis well said, friends; play, play. Where's Sim?

+Anc.+ How he bestirs him!

+Alex.+ Yes, he will sweat by and by.

+Sim.+ Here is the sign of Sim, sir.

+Blood.+ Have the guests rosemary without?

+Sim.+ They have _Rose_ the cookmaid without; but they say you
have Mistress _Mary_ within.

+Alex.+ Well said, rascal.

+Blood.+ Mary's above, goodman blockhead. Call my son,
Ear-lack, bid him for shame make haste.

+Sim.+ He shall make haste for shame. [_Exit._

+Blood.+ I am so busied; you must bear with me, gentlemen: they
leave it all to me here.

+Con.+ But I will go charge some of the inferior guests, in the
king's name, to fill some wine.

+Blood.+ No, no, good Master Busy; we will first usher the
brides.

_Enter +Sim+._

+Sim.+ O gentlemen, where are you? Where are you? Where are
you, gentlemen?

+Omnes.+ What's the matter?

+Blood.+ Where's Moll, Sim? the widow, Sim, the dainty widow?

+Sim.+ There's no Moll; there is no dainty young widow; but
a damnable bawd we found abed, with a face like an apple
half-roasted.

+Omnes.+ How's this?

+Blood.+ Why, gentlemen!

+Anc.+ Now it works.

+Blood.+ Jarvis, you're a rogue: a cutpurse, Jarvis. Run, Sim,
call my son Ear-lack: he shall put her into the spiritual court
for this.

+Sim.+ Nay, he has put her in there already, for we found him
abed with her.

+Omnes.+ Possible!

+Blood.+ Ha, boys! the informer and the bawd, the bawd and the
informer have got a devil betwixt them, gentlemen.

+Sim.+ Nay, sir, the jest was, that they should fall asleep
together, and forget themselves; for very lovingly we found
them together, like the Gemini, or the two winter mornings met
together. Look, look, look, where they come, sir, and Jarvis
between 'em--just like the picture of knavery betwixt fraud and
lechery.

_Enter +Jarvis+, +Ear-lack+, and +Mistress Coote+._

+Jar.+ _Tim is a puling sirrah, I may tell it thee: a midnight
surfeit too may cut off Sander; I'll cosen their wives, make
all mine own; and then, O Jarvis, what a moneyed generation
shall I get upon this Widow Coote that hath two teeth!_

+Blood.+ Did we bring you to music, with a mischief? Ear-lack,
thou'rt a goat; thou hast abused the best bed in my house; I'll
set a sumner[104] upon thee.

+Ear.+ Bloodhound, thou art a usurer, and takest forty in the
hundred; I'll inform against thee.

+Blood.+ Are you a bawd, huswife, ha?

+Mis. Coote.+ Alas, sir! I was merely conied, betrayed by
Jarvis; but as I have been bawd to the flesh, you have
been bawd to your money; so set the hare-pie against the
goose-giblets, and you and I are as daintily matched as can be,
sir.

+Blood.+ Sim, run to the Widow Wag's; tell her we are both
abused; this Jarvis is a juggler, say.

+Anc.+ I can save Sim that labour, sir. I assure you the widow
is married to your son Alexander, and, as a confirmation, she
is come herself to witness it. [_Discovers._

+Alex.+ Your fair young daughter is wife to this Ancient, who
is come likewise to witness it.

+Wid.+ The plain truth is, Master Bloodhound, I would entreat
you to keep the kennel: the younger dog, being of the better
scent, has borne the game before you.

+Alex.+ We have clapped hands on't, sir; and the priest that
should have married you to her is to marry her to me: so,
sister, talk for yourself.

+Blood.+ Ha, brave tricks and conceits! Can you dance, Master
Ear-lack?

+Ear.+ Ha, ha! the old man's a little mad. But thou art not
married, Moll?

+Moll.+ Yes, indeed, sir, and will lie with this gentleman soon
at night. Do you think I would chew ram-mutton when I might
swallow venison? That's none of Venus's documents, Monsieur
Dotterel.

+Ear.+ Pox of that Venus! she's a whore, I warrant her.

+Blood.+ And were not you the other juggler with Jarvis in
this, hey? pass and repass!

+Alex.+ Good sir, be satisfied; the widow and my sister
sung both one song, and what was't, but _Crabbed age and
youth cannot live together._[105] Now we persuaded them,
and they could not live together, they would never endure
to lie together; this consequently descended, there was the
antecedent: we clapped hands, sealed lips, and so fell unto the
relative.

+Sim.+ This was your bargain upon the exchange, sir, and
because you have ever been addicted to old proverbs and pithy
saws, pray let me seal up the mistake with one that will appear
very seasonably.

+Blood.+ And I pray let's hear it, sir.

+Sim.+ You, a new-fangled fowler, came to show your art i' th'
dark; but take this truth, you catched in truth a cuckoo for't.

_Enter +Tim+ and +Sue+._

+Blood.+ Heyday, we are cheated by the rule, i' faith. Now,
sirrah, they say you are to be married too.

+Tim.+ Yes, indeed, father, I am going to the business; and,
gentlemen all, I am come, whether you will or no, to invite
you all to my marriage to this gentlewoman who, though a good
face needs no mask, she's masked, to make a man think she has a
scurvy face, when I know she has a good face. This is sack to
them, and out of their element.

+Blood.+ But, sirrah, setting aside marriages, where's my
hundred marks you went to receive?

+Tim.+ Hum!--upon such a match of mine, talk of a hundred
marks! this is to drink ignoble four-shillings beer. A hundred
marks! why your lawyer there can clear such a trifle in a term,
and his clients ne'er the better.

+Blood.+ Such a match! I pray discover her; what is she?

+Tim.+ What is she! here's my brother knows what she is well
enough. Come hither, Dab, and be it known unto you, her name
is Lindabrides, descended from the Emperor Trebatio of Greece,
and half-niece, some six-and-fifty descents, to the most
unvanquished Clarindiana.

+Alex.+ Who's this? Pox on't! what makes that bawd yonder?
[_Unmasks her._

+Con.+ I am very much deceived if I did not send this
gentlewoman very drunk t'other night to the Compter.

+Tim.+ I tell thee, prattling constable, 'tis a lie:
Lindabrides a drunkard!

+Alex.+ Harkee, brother, where lies her living?

+Tim.+ Where? why, in Greece.

+Alex.+ In grease.

+Sim.+ She looks as if she had sold kitchen-stuff.

+Alex.+ This is a common whore, and you a cheated coxcomb. Come
hither, you rotten hospital, hung round with greasy satin; do
not you know this vermin?

+Mis. Coote.+ I winked at you, Sue, and you could have seen me:
there's one Jarvis, a rope on him, h' has juggled me into the
suds too.

+Con.+ Now I know her name too: do not you pass under the name
of Sue Shortheels, minion?

+Sue.+ Go look, Master Littlewit. Will not any woman thrust
herself upon a good fortune when it is offered her?

+Blood.+ Sir Marmaduke, you are a justice of peace; I charge
you in the king's name, you and Master Ambidexter, to assist me
with the whore and the bawd to Bridewell.

+Sir Mar.+ By my troth, we will, and we shall have an excellent
stomach by that time dinner's ready.

+Amb.+ Ay, ay, away with them, away with them!

+Mis. Coote.+ O this rogue Jarvis!

[_Exeunt +Coote+ and +Shortheels+._

+Blood.+ Now, now, you look like a melancholy dog, that had
lost his dinner; where's my hundred marks now, you coxcomb?

+Tim.+ Truly, father, I have paid some sixteen reckonings
since I saw you: I was never sober since you sent me to the
devil yesterday; and for the rest of your money, I sent it to
one Captain Carvegut. He swore to me his father was my Lord
Mayor's cook, and that by Easter next you should have the
principal and eggs for the use, indeed, sir.

+Blood.+ O rogue, rogue! I shall have eggs for my money:[106] I
must hang myself.

+Sim.+ Not before dinner, pray, sir; the pies are almost baked.

_Enter +Randall+._

+Ran.+ _And Maries now was won,
And all her pusiness done,
And Randalls now was run_;
Hur have made all sure, I warrant hur.

+Alex.+ Look, look, yonder's the conceit the mistake happened
upon last night.

+Anc.+ And the very box at's girdle.

+Ran.+ Cot pless hur father Ploothounds, Randalls have robbed
Ancients, hur warrant hur.

+Anc.+ Sir, 'tis known how you came by that box.

+Ran.+ Augh! was hur so?
_Will you hear a noble Pritain,
How her gull an English Flag?_[107]

+Anc.+ And you ought to cry.

+Ran.+ O noble Randalls, as hur meet by Nag's-head, with Maries
plood, prave.

+Blood.+ Here's another madman.

+Anc.+ Harkee in your ear, you must deliver that box to me.

+Ran.+ Harkee in hur t'other ear, hur will not deliver hur, and
hur were nine-and-forty Ancients, and five-and-fourscore Flags.

+Anc.+ Let my foe write mine epitaph if I tear not my
birthright from thy bosom? [_Draws._

+Sim.+ Gentlemen, there's Aligant[108] i' th' house, pray set
no more abroach.

+Ran.+ Nay, let hur come with hur pack of needles, Randalls can
pox and bob as well as hur, hur warrant hur.

+Blood.+ What box is that? I should know that box.

+Alex.+ I will resolve you, sir; keep them asunder.

+Anc.+ You will restore that box?

+Ran.+ Hur will not restore hur: 'twas Mary Ploodhounds gave
hur the box; Randalls have married Mary Ploodhounds, and gulled
Ancient, mark hur now.

+Wid.+ Mark him, good sir; methinks he says he has married Mary
Bloodhound.

+Anc.+ Hang him, he's mad!

+Ran.+ Souns, make tog of Randalls? come out here, Maries.
Look, here was Mary Ploodhounds.

_Enter +Maid+ and +Hugh+._

Now I pray tumble down of hur marrow-pones, and ask hur father
plessing?

+Alex.+ This! why this is your maid, widow.

+Ear.+ This is Mary the widow's maid, man.

+Alex.+ And here is Mary Bloodhound, my choleric shred of
Cadwallader, married to this gentleman, who has a hundred a
year dangling at your girdle there.

+Wid.+ I pray, mistress, are you married to this gentleman?

+Maid.+ By six i' th' morning, forsooth: he took me for Mary
Bloodhound, having, it seems, never seen either of us before,
and I being something amorously affected, as they say, to his
Welsh ditties, answered to her name, lay with him all night,
and married him this morning; so that as he took me for her, I
took him as he was, forsooth.

+Sim.+ She means for a fool; I'm fain to answer you.

+Blood.+ Ha, ha, ha! Cupid, this twenty-four hours, has done
nothing but cut cross-capers.

+Alex.+ Do ye hear, Sir Bartholomew Bayard,[109] that leap
before you look? it will handsomely become you to restore the
box to that gentleman, and the magnitude of your desires upon
this dainty, that is so amorously taken with your ditties.

+Ran.+ _Hur wail[110] in woe, her plunge in pain._

And yet, by cat, her do not neither. Randalls will prove
hurself Pritains born, and because hur understands Ancients was
prave fellows and great travellers, there is hur box for hur.

+Anc.+ I thank you.

+Ran.+ And because was no remedies, before hur all, here will
Randalls embrace Maries, and take a puss. [_Kisses._

_Enter +Jarvis+ brave._

+Jar.+ Save you, gallants, do you want any guest?
Call me thy coz, and carry it handsomely.

[_To the +Widow+._

+Blood.+ Who have we here, trow?

+Alex.+ Dost thou know the gentleman that whispered to thee?

+Wid.+ O, wondrous well! He bid me call him coz, and carry it
handsomely.

+Jar.+ Widow, would I were off again.

+Wid.+ Know, all: this gentleman has, to obtain his lust and
loose desires, served me this seven months under the shape and
name of Jarvis.

+Omnes.+ Possible!

+Wid.+ Look well; do you not know him?

+Blood.+ The very face of Jarvis.

+Tim.+ Ay truly, father, and he were anything like him, I would
swear 'twere he.

+Jar.+ I must cast my skin, and am catch'd.
Why, coz.

+Wid.+ Come, you're cosen'd,
And with a noble craft. He tempted me
In mine own house, and I bid him keep's disguise
But till this morning, and he should perceive
I loved him truly; intending here before you
To let him know't, especially i' th' presence
Of you, sir, that intend me for your wife.

+Anc.+ What should this mean?

+Alex.+ Some witty trick, I warrant thee: prythee, despatch him
presently, that we were at church!

+Wid.+ First, then, know you for truth, sir, I mean never to
marry.

+Blood.+ How, woman?

+Sim.+ She has despatched you, sir!

+Wid.+ And for a truth, sir, know you, I never mean to be your
whore.

+Blood.+ This is strange.[111]

+Wid.+ But true, as she, whose chaste, immaculate soul
Retains the noble stamp of her integrity
With an undefac'd perfection--perchance as these.
Nay, common fame hath scattered, you conceive me,
Because pale Jealousy (Cupid's angry fool)
Was frequent lodger at that sign of Folly--
My husband's soon suspicious heart--that I,
In a close-clouded looseness, should expose him
To that desperate distraction of his fortunes
That sent him to the sea, to nourish her
With your vain hope, that the fame of frequent suitors
Was but a mask of loose 'scapes: like men at lotteries,
You thought to put in for one, sir; but, believe me,
You have drawn a blank.

+Ran.+ By cat, hur look fery blank indeed.

+Wid.+ O my beloved husband!
However in thy life thy jealousy
Sent thee so far to find death, I will be
Married to nothing but thy memory!

+Jar.+ Let her alone, if her husband do not know this----

+Omnes.+ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

+Blood.+ Her husband, I told you, was a madman.

+Anc.+ Why, her husband's dead, sir.

+Jar.+ He is not dead, sir; he had it spread o' purpose; he is
in England, and in your house; and look, do you not see him?

+Wid.+ Where, where?

+Jar.+ Here, here he is that hath found rash jealousy,
Love's joys, and a wife whose discreet carriage
Can intimate to all men a fair freedom,
And to one be faithful. Such a wife I prove,
Her husband's glory, worth a wealthy love.

+Wid.+ You're welcome to my soul, sir.

+Blood.+ By my troth, Master Wag, this was a wag's trick
indeed; but I knew I knew you; I remembered you a month ago,
but that I had forgotten where I saw you.

+Sim.+ I knew you were a crafty merchant;[112] you helped my
master to such bargains upon the Exchange last night: here has
been the merriest morning after it.

+Alex.+ My pitcher's broke just at the well-head; but give me
leave to tell you, sir, that you have a noble wife, and indeed
such a one as would worthily feast the very discretion of a
wise man's desire. Her wit ingeniously waits upon her virtue,
and her virtue advisedly gives freedom to her wit; but because
my marriage shall seriously proceed, I wed myself, sir, to
obedience and filial regularity, and vow to redeem, in the duty
of a son, the affection of a father.

+Ran.+ By cat, was as well spoke as Randall hurself could talk.

+Blood.+ All's forgotten now, my best son Alexander;
And that thy wedding want no good company,
I invite you all.

+Jar.+ Come, my deserving wife,
Wisdom this day re-marries us. And, gentlemen,
From all our errors we'll extract this truth:
Who vicious ends propose,[113] they stand on wheels,
And the least turn of chance throws up their heels;
But virtuous lovers ever green do last,
Like laurel, which no lightening can blast.

FOOTNOTES:

[97] "Rosemary," as Mr Steevens observes (note to "Hamlet," act iv. sc. 5), "was anciently supposed to strengthen the memory; and was not only carried at funerals, but worn at weddings." See the several instances there quoted. Again, in Dekker's "Wonderful Yeare," 1603: "Heere is a strange alteration; for the _rosemary_ that was washt in sweet water to set out the bridall, is now wet in teares to furnish her buriall."

Again, in "The Old Law," act iv. sc. 1: "Besides, there will be charges saved, too; the same _rosemary_ that serves for the funeral will serve for the wedding."

And in "The Fair Quarrell," act v. sc. 1--

"+Phis.+ Your Maister is to bee married to-day.

+Trim.+ Else all this _rosemaries_ lost."

It appears also to have been customary to drink wine at church, immediately after the marriage ceremony was performed. So in Dekker's "Satiro-mastix:" "And, Peter, when we are at church, bring _wine_ and cakes." At the marriage of the Elector Palatine with the Princess Elizabeth, daughter of James the First, it is said, "In conclusion, a joy pronounced by the king and queen, and seconded with congratulations of the lords there present, which crowned with draughts of _Ippocras_, out of a great golden bowle, as a health to the prosperitie of the marriage (began by the Prince Palatine, and answered by the Princess), after which were served up by six or seaven barons, so many bowles filled with wafers, so much of that worke was consummate."--Finett's "Philoxenis," 1656, fol. 11.

[98] [Old copy, _on't_.]

[99] The old copy reads _Sir Nicholas Nemo and his words_, but the sense seems to require that it should be _Sir Nicholas Nemo and his wards_, or watchmen or spies.--_Collier._

[100] [See "Old English Jest-Books," ii. 217-18.]

[101] [Equivalent to our modern phrase, tag, rag, and bobtail. The original signification seems to have been descriptive of the different kinds of horses, cuts, curtails, and longtails, and hence it came to mean generally _all sorts and kinds_, like the modern term. Compare Dyce's "Shakespeare Glossary," 1868, in _v._] This phrase occurs in "The Merry Wives of Windsor," act iii. sc. 4. Steevens says the origin of it was from Forest Laws, by which the dog of a man who had no right to the privilege of chase, was obliged to be cut or lawed; and amongst other modes of disabling him, one was by depriving him of his tail. _Cut_ and _long tail_ therefore signified the dog of a clown and the dog of a gentleman. [Reed (more correctly) remarks:] "_Cut and long tail_, I apprehend referred originally to horses, when their tails were either docked, or left to grow their full length; and this distinction might formerly be made according to their qualities and values. A horse therefore used for drudgery might have his tail cut, while the tails of those which served for pomp or show, might be allowed their utmost growth. A _cut_ appears to have been the term used for a bad horse in many contemporary writers, and from thence to call a person _cut_ became a common opprobrious word employed by the vulgar, when they abused each other. See note to 'Gammer Gurton's Needle' [iii. 211.] In confirmation of this idea, it may be added, that Sim says in the text, _Some horse taught him that_, which naturally introduces the phrase _cut and long tail_ into the Constable's answer. The words _cut and long tail_ occur also in 'The Return from Parnassus,' act iv. sc. 1: 'As long as it lasts, come _cut and long tail_, we'll spend it as liberally for his sake.' There seems no doubt that _cut and long tail_ has reference to horses. Sir J. Vanbrugh, in his 'Æsop,' so employs the phrase: the groom says, 'Your worship has six coach horses, _cut and long tail_, two runners, half a dozen hunters,' &c."--_Collier._

[102] Their entrance is not mentioned in the 4º.--_Collier._

[103] _i.e._, Ideal ones, like the _Utopian_ schemes of government.--_Steevens._

[104] See note to "The Heir," [xi. 535.]

[105] This elegant song was the production of our great poet Shakespeare. It is printed in his collection of sonnets, entitled "The Passionate Pilgrim." The reader may likewise see it in "Percy's Reliques of Antient Poetry," vol. i. p. 259.

[106] The same phrase occurs in Shakespeare's "Winter's Tale," act i. sc. 2, where Leontes says to Mamillius--

"Mine honest friend,
_Will you take eggs for money_?"

Dr Johnson says that it seems to be a proverbial expression used when a man sees himself wronged and makes no resistance; and Mr Smith is of opinion that it means _Will you put up affronts?_ In the present instance it seems intended to express the speaker's fears that he shall receive nothing in return for his money.

[107] These lines seem intended as a parody on the beginning of the old song called "The Spanish Lady's Love." See Percy's "Reliques," vol. ii. p. 233. An English Flag means the _Ancient_; a name which was formerly used as synonymous to _Ensign_.

[108] _i.e._, Wine of Alicant. [But Sim means to dissuade them from bloodshed, as there is red wine already in the house.]

[109] [See Nares, edit. 1859, in _v._ Bayard meant originally _a bay horse_, and afterward any kind or colour.]

[110] This tune is mentioned in "Eastward Hoe," 1605. In Gascoigne's works, 1587, fol. 278, is the following line--

"I wept for _woe_, I pin'd for deadly _paine_."

[111] Mr Reed transferred this exclamation to Alexander, but it is just as probably what old Bloodhound says, and the old copy gives it to him.--_Collier._

[112] [This word has been already explained more than once.]

[113] The 4º has it, _Where vicious ends prepose_, and in the next line but one virtuous lovers are called _virtue's_ lovers. The last may be right.--_Collier._

THE CITY NIGHTCAP.

_EDITION._

_The City Night-Cap: Or, Crede quod habes, & habes. A
Tragi-Comedy. By Robert Davenport. As it was Acted with
great Applause, by Her Majesties Servants, at the Phœnix in
Drury-Lane. London: Printed by Ja: Cottrel, for Samuel Speed,
at the Signe of the Printing-Press, in St. Paul's Church-yard._
1661. 4º.