Chapter X: Part 10

_For._ Not yet? What silence doth inhabit here?
No preparation to bid Fortune welcome!
Fortune, the genious of the World, have we
Descended from our pride, and state to come,
So far attended with our darlings, Youth,
Pleasure, and Health, to be neglected thus?
Sure this is not the place? call hither Fame.

_Enter_ Fame.

_Fa._ What would great Fortune?

_For._ Know,
Who dwells here.

_Fa._ Once more I report great Queen,
This is the house of Love.

_For._ It cannot be,
This place has too much shade, and looks as if
It had been quite forgotten of the Spring,
And Sun-beames Love, affect society,
And heat, here all is cold as the hairs of Winter,
No harmony, to catch the busie eare
Of passengers, no object of delight,
To take the wandring eyes, no song, no grone
Of Lovers, no complaint of Wil[l]ow garlands,
Love has a Beacon upon his palace top,
Of flaming hearts, to call the weary pilgrime
To rest, and dwell with him, I see no fire
To threaten, or to warme: Can Love dwell here?

_Fa._ If there be noble love upon the World,
Trust Fame, and find it here.

_For._ Make good your boast,
And bring him to us.

_De._ What does mean all this?

_Lisa._ I told you, Sir, we should have some device.

_Enter Love._

There's _Cupid_ now, that little Gentleman,
Has troubled every Masque at Court this seven year.

_Dem._ No more.

_Love._ Welcome to Love, how much you honor me!
It had become me, that, upon your summons,
I should have waited upon mighty Fortune,
But since you have vouchsafed to visit me;
All the delights Love can invent, shall flow
To entertain you, Musick through the ayre
Shoot your inticing harmony.

_For._ We came to dance and revel with you.

_Lov._ I am poor
In my ambition, and want thought to reach
How much you honor Love. [_Dance._

_Enter_ Honor.

_Hon._ What intrusion's this?
Whom do you seek here.

_Lov._ 'Tis honor.

_For._ He my servant.

_Lov._ Fortune is come to visit us.

_Hon._ And has
Corrupted Love: Is this thy faith to her,
On whom we both waite, to betray her thus
To Fortunes triumph? take her giddy wheel,
And be no more companion to honor;
I blush to know thee, Who'll believe there can
Be truth in Love hereafter?

_Lov._ I have found
My eyes, and see my shame, and with it, this
Proud sorceress, from whom, and all her charmes,
I flye agen to Honor, be my guard,
Without thee I am lost, and cannot boast,
The merit of a name.

_For._ Despis'd? I shall
Remember this affront.

_Dem._ What Moral's this? [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Honor _with the Crown upon a mourning Cushion_.

What melancholly object strikes a sudden
Chillness through all my veines; and turns me Ice?
It is the same I sent, the very same,
As the first pledge of her insuing greatness:
Why in this mourning livery, if she live
To whom I sent it? ha, What shape of sorrow?

_Enter_ Polidora _in mourning_.

It is not _Polidora_, she was faire
Enough, and wanted not the setting off
With such a black: if thou beest _Polidora_,
Why mournes my love? it neither does become
Thy fortune, nor my joyes.

_Pol._ But it becomes
My griefs, this habit fits a funeral,
And it were sin, my Lord, not to lament
A friend new dead.

_Dem._ And I yet living? can
A sorrow enter but upon thy Garment,
Or discomplexion thy attire, whilst I
Enjoy a life for thee? Who can deserve,
Weigh'd with thy living comforts, but a piece
Of all this Ceremony? give him a name.

_Pol._ He was _Arcadius_.

_Dem._ _Arcadius?_

_Pol._ A Gentleman that lov'd me dearly once,
And does compel these poor, and fruitless drops,
Which willingly would fall upon his hearse,
To imbalme him twice.

_Dem._ And are you sure hee's dead?

_Pol._ As sure as you'r living, Sir, and yet
I did not close his eyes, but he is dead,
And I shall never see the same _Arcadius_:
He was a Man so rich in all that's good,
At least I thought him so, so perfect in
The rules of honor, whom alone to imitate
Were glory in a Prince, Nature her self,
Till his creation, wrought imperfectly,
As she had made but tryal of the rest,
To mould him excellent.

_Dem._ And is he dead?
Come, shame him not with praises, recollect
Thy scatter'd hopes, and let me tell my best,
And dearest _Polidora_, that he lives,
Still lives to honor thee.

_Pol._ Lives, Where?

_Dem._ Look here.
Am not I worth your knowledge?

_Pol._ And my duty,
You are _Demetrius_, King of _Epire_, Sir.
I could not easily mistake him so,
To whom I gave my heart.

_Dem._ Mine is not chang'd,
But still hath fed upon thy memory,
These honors, and additions of state
Are lent me for thy sake, be not so strange,
Let me not lose my entertainment, now
I am improv'd, and rais'd unto the height,
Beneath which, I did blush to ask thy love.

_Pol._ Give me your pardon, Sir, _Arcadius_,
At our last meeting, without argument,
To move him more than his affection to me,
Vow'd he did love me; love me above all Women,
And to confirm his heart, was truely mine,
He wish'd, I tremble to remember it,
When he forsook his _Polidora's_ love,
That Heaven might kill his happiness on Earth:
Was not this nobly said? did not this promise
A truth to shame the Turtles?

_Dem._ And his heart
Is still the same, and I thy constant Lover.

_Pol._ Give me your leave, I pray, I would not say,
_Arcadius_ was perjur'd, but the same day
Forgetting all his promises, and oathes,
While yet they hung upon his lips, forsook me,
D'ee not remember this too, gave his faith
From me, transported with the noise of greatness,
And would be married to a Kingdom.

_Dem._ But Heaven permitted not I should dispose
What was ordain'd for thee.

_Pol._ It was not virtue
In him, for sure he found no check, no sting
In his own bosome, but gave freely all
The reines to blind ambition.

_Dem._ I am wounded,
The thought of thee ith' throng of all my joyes,
Like poyson powr'd in Nectar, turnes me frantick:
Dear, if _Arcadius_ have made a fault,
Let not _Demetrius_ be punish'd for't,
He pleads that ever will be constant to thee.

_Pol._ Shall I believe Mans flatteries agen,
Lose my sweet rest, and peace of thought agen,
Be drawn by you, from the streight paths of virtue,
Into the maze of Love.

_Dem._ I see compassion in thy eye, that chides me,
If I have either soul, but what's contain'd
Within these words, or if one syllable
Of their full force, be not made good by me,
May all relenting thoughts in you take end,
And thy disdain be doubled, from thy pardon,
I'll count my Coronation; and that hour
Fix with a rubrick in my Calendar,
As an auspicious time, to entertain
Affairs of weight with Princes; think who now
Intreats thy mercy, come, thou sha't be kind,
And divide Titles with me.

_Pol._ Hear me, Sir,
I lov'd you once for virtue, and have not
A thought so much unguarded, as to be won
From my truth, and innocence with any
Motives of state to affect you,
Your bright temptation mourns while it stayes here;
Nor can the triumph of glory, which made you
Forget me, so court my opinion back,
Were you no King, I should be sooner drawn
Again to love you, but 'tis now too late,
A low obedience shall become me best:
May all the joyes I want
Still wait on you, if time hereafter tell you,
That sorrow for your fault hath struck me dead,
May one soft tear drop from your eye, in pitty
Bedew my hearse, and I shall sleep securely:
I have but one word more for goodness sake,
For your own honor, Sir, correct your passion,
To her you shall love next, and I forgive you. [_Exit._

_Dem._ Her heart is frozen up, nor can warm prayers
Thaw it to any softness.

_Phi._ I'll fetch her, Sir, again.

_Dem._ Perswade her not.

_Phi._ You give your passion too much leave to triumph.
Seek in another what she denies.

_Enter_ Macarius.

_Mac._ Where's the King? oh, Sir, you are undone,
A dangerous treason is a foot.

_Dem._ What Treason?

_Mac._ _Cassander_, and _Eubulus_ have proclaim'd
Another King, whom they pretend to be
_Leonatus_ your elder Brother, he that was,
But this morning prisoner in the Castle.

_Dem._ Ha?

_Mac._ The easie _Epirotes_
Gather in multitudes to advance his Title,
They have seised upon the Court, secure your person,
Whilst we raise power to curbe this Insurrection.

_Ant._ Lose no time then.

_Dem._ We will not Arme one Man,
Speak it agen, have I a brother living?
And must be no King.

_Mac._ What means your Grace?

_Dem._ This newes doth speak me happy, it exalts
My heart, and makes me capable of more
Than twenty Kingdoms.

_Phi._ Will you not, Sir, stand
Upon your guard?

_Dem._ I'll stand upon my honor,
Mercy relieves me.

_Lisa._ Will you lose the Kingdom?

_Dem._ The World's too poor to bribe me: leave
Me all, lest you extenuate my fame, and I
Be thought to have redeem'd it by your counsel,
You shall not share one scruple in the honor;
Titles may set a gloss upon our Name,
But Virtue onely is the soul of Fame.

_Mac._ He's strangely possest Gentlemen. [_Exeunt Omnes._

_Actus Quintus. Scaena Prima._

_Enter_ Philocles, _and_ Lisander.

_Phi._ Heres a strange turne, _Lisander_.

_Lisa._ 'Tis a Kingdom
Easily purchas'd, who will trust the faith
Of multitudes?

_Phi._ It was his fault, that would
So tamely give his Title to their Mercy,
The new King has possession.

_Lisa._ And is like
To keep't, we are alone, what dost think of
This innovation? Is't not a fine Jigge?
A precious cunning in the late Protector
To shuffle a new Prince into the state.

_Phi._ I know not how they have shuffled, but my head on't,
A false card is turn'd up trump, but fates look to't.

_Enter_ Cassander _and_ Eubulus.

_Eub._ Does he not carry it bravely?

_Cos._ Excellently.
_Philocles_, _Lisander_.

_Phi. Lis._ Your Lordships servants,
Are we not bound to heaven, for multiplying
These blessings on the Kingdom.

_Phi._ Heaven alone
Works miracles, my Lord.

_Lisa._ I think your Lordship
Had as little hope once to see these Princes
Revive.

_Phi._ Here we must place our thanks,
Next providence, for preserving
So dear a pledge.

_Enter_ Leonatus _attended_.

_Eub._ The King.

_Leo._ It is our pleasure
The number of our guard be doubled, give
A Largess to the Soldiers; but dismiss not
The Troops till we command.

_Cas._ May it please.

_Leo._ It will not please us otherwise, my Lord,
We have try'd your faith.

_Eub._ Does he not speak with confidence?

_Leo._ My Lords and Gentlemen, to whose faith we must
Owe next to Heaven our fortune, and our safety,
After a tedious eclipse, the day
Is bright, and we invested in those honors,
Our bloud, and birth did challenge.

_Cas._ May no time
Be registred in our annals, that shall mention
One that had life to oppose your sacred person.

_Leo._ Let them, whose Titles forg'd and flaw'd, suspect
Their states security, our right to _Epire_,
Heaven is oblig'd to prosper, treason has
No face so black to fright it, all my cares
Level to this, that I may worthily
Manage the province, and advance the honor
Of our dear Countrey, and be confident,
If an expence of bloud, may give addition
Of any happiness to you, I shall
Offer my heart the sacrifice, and rejoyce
To make my self a ghost, to have inscrib'd
Upon my marble, but whose cause I died for.

_Eub._ May Heaven avert such danger.

_Cas._ Excellent Prince,
In whom we see the Copy of his Father,
None but the Son of _Theodosius_,
Could have spoke thus.

_Leo._ [You] are pleas'd to interpret well,
Yet give me leave to say in my own justice,
I have but exprest the promptness of my soul
To serve you all, but 'tis not empty wishes
Can satisfie our mighty charge, a weight
Would make an _Atlas_ double, a Kings name
Doth sound harmoniously to men at distance;
And those who cannot penetrate beyond
The bark, and out-skin of a Common-wealth,
Or state, have eyes, but ravish'd with the Ceremony
That must attend a Prince, and understand not
What cares allay the glories of a Crown,
But good Kings find and feel the contrary,
You have try'd, my Lord, the burden, and can tell
It would require a Pilot of more years
To steer this Kingdom, now impos'd on me,
By justice of my birth.

_Cas._ I wish not life,
But to partake those happy days, which must
Succeed these fair proceedings, we are blest,
But Sir, be sparing to your self, we shall
Hazard our joyes in you too soon, the burden
Of state affairs, impose upon your counsel.
'Tis fitter that we waste our lives than you,
Call age too soon upon you with the trouble,
And cares that threaten such an undertaking,
Preserve your youth.

_Leo._ And choose you our Prote[c]tor,
Is't that you would conclude my Lord? We will
Deserve our subjects faith for our own sake,
Not sit an idle gazer at the helm.

_Enter Messenger._

_Phi._ How observ'd you that,
Mark how _Cassander's_ Planet struck.

_Eu._ He might have look'd more calmly for all that,
I begin to fear; but do not yet seem troubled.

_Leo._ With what news travels his haste? I must secure
My self betimes, not be a King in jest,
And wear my Crown a Tenant to their breath.

_Cas. Demetrius,_ Sir, your brother,
With other Traitors that oppose your claims,
Are fled to the Castle of _Nestorius_,
And fortifie.

_Mes._ I said not so my Lord.

_Cas._ I'll have it thought so, hence. [_Exit Messen._

_Leo._ Plant forces to batter
The walls, and in their ruin bring us wor[d]
They live not.

_Eub._ Good Sir hear me.

_Cas._ Let it work,
Were _Demetrius_ dead, we easily might uncrown
This swoln Impostor, and my Son be fair
To piece with young _Sophia_, who I hear
Repents her late affront.

_Eub._ Their lives may do
You service, let not blood stain your beginnings
The people not yet warm in their allegeance,
May think it worth their tumult to revenge it
With hazard of your self.

_Leo._ Who dares but think it?
Yet offer first our mercy, if they yield,
_Demetrius_ must not live, my Lord your counsel,
What if he were in heaven?

_Cas._ You have my consent,
You sha'not stay long after him.

_Leo._ _Sophia_ is
Not my Sister,
To prevent all that may indanger us, we'll marry her;
That done, no matter though we stand discover'd,
For in her Title then we are King of _Epire,_
Without dispute.

_Cas._ Hum; in my judgement, Sir,
That wonot do so well.

_Leo._ What's your opinion?

_Cas._ He countermines my plot: are you so cunning.

_Leo._ What's that you mutter; Sir?

_Cas._ I mutter, Sir?

_Leo._ Best say I am no King, but some impostor
Rais'd up to gull the state.

_Cas._ Very fine to have said within
Few hours you'd been no King, nor like to be,
Was not in the compass of High Treason
I take it.

_Eub._ Restrein your anger, the Kings mov'd, speak not.

_Cas._ I will speak louder, do I not know him?
That self-same hand that rais'd him to the throne
Shall pluck him from it, is this my reward?

_Leo._ Our guard, to prison with him.

_Cas._ Me to prison?

_Leo._ Off with his head.

_Cas._ My head?

_Eub._ Vouchsafe to hear me, great Sir.

_Cas._ How dares he be so insolent?
I ha' wrought my self into a fine condition,
Do'e know me Gentlemen?

_Phi._ Very well my Lord;
How are we bound to heaven for multiplying
These blessings on the Kingdom.

_Leo._ We allow it.

_Eub._ Counsel did never blast a Princes ear.

_Leo._ Convey him to the sanctuary of Rebels,
_Nestorius_ house, where our proud brother has
Enscons'd himself, they'll entertain him lovingly,
He will be a good addition to the Traitors,
Obey me, or you dye for't, what are Kings
When subjects dare affront 'em?

_Cas._ I shall vex
Thy soul for this.

_Leo._ Away with him: when Kings
Frown, let offenders tremble, this flows not
From any cruelty in my nature, but
The fate of an Usurper: he that will
Be confirm'd great without just title to't,
Must lose compassion, know what's good, not do't. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Polidora _and her servant_.

_Serv._ Madam, the Princess _Sophia_.

_Pol._ I attend her Highness.

_Enter_ Sophia.

How much your grace honors your humble servant.

_Sop._ I hope my brother's well.

_Pol._ I hope so too, Madam.

_Sop._ Do you but hope? he came to be your guest.

_Pol._ We are all his, whilst he is pleas'd to honor
This poor roof with his royal presence, Madam.

_Sop._ I came to ask your pardon _Polidora_.

_Pol._ You never, Madam, trespass'd upon me,
Wrong not your goodness.

_Sop._ I can be but penitent,
Unless you point me out some other way
To satisfie.

_Pol._ Dear Madam, do not mock me.

_Sop._ There [is] no injury like that to love,
I find it now in my own sufferings:
But though I would have rob'd thee of _Arcadius_
Heaven knew a way to reconcile your hearts,
And punish[d] me in those joys you have found:
I read the story of my loss of honor,
Yet can rejoyce, and heartily, that you
Have met your own agen.

_Pol._ Whom do you mean?

_Sop._ My brother.

_Pol._ He is found to himself and honor,
He is my King, and though I must acknowledge
He was the glory of my thoughts, and I
Lov'd him, as you did, Madam, with desire
To be made his, reason, and duty since,
Form'd me to other knowledge, and I now
Look on him without any wish of more
Than to be call'd his subject.

_Sop._ Has he made
Himself less capable by being King?

_Pol._ Of what?

_Sop._ Of your affection.

_Pol._ With your pardon, Madam.
Love in that sense you mean, left _Polidora_
When he forsook _Arcadius_, I disclaim
All ties between us, more than what a name
Of King must challenge from my obedience.

_Sop._ This does confirm my jealousie, my heart,
For my sake, Madam, has he lost his value?

_Pol._ Let me beseech your grace, I may have leave
To answer in some other cause, or person:
This argument but opens a sad wound
To make it bleed afresh; we may change this
Discourse: I would elect some subject, whose
Praises may more delight your ear than this
Can mine; let's talk of young _Lisimachus_.

_Sop._ Ha? my presaging fears.

_Pol._ How does your grace?

_Sop._ Well, you were talking of _Lisimachus_,
Pray give me your opinion of him.

_Pol._ Mine?
It will be much short of his worth: I think him
A gentleman so perfect in all goodness,
That if there be one in the world deserves
The best of women, heaven created him,
To make her happy.

_Sop._ You have, in a little, Madam,
Exprest a volume of mankind, a miracle;
But all have not the same degree of faith,
He is but young.

_Pol._ What Mistriss would desire
Her servant old? he has both Spring to please
Her eye and Summer to return a harvest.

_Sop._ He is black.

_P[o]l._ He sets a beauty off more rich,
And she that's fair will love him; faint complexions
Betray effeminate minds, and love of change:
Two beauties in a bed, compound few men;
He's not so fair to counterfeit a woman,
Nor yet so black, but blushes may betray
His modesty.

_Sop._ His proportion exceeds not.

_Pol._ That praises him, and a well compacted frame
Speaks temper, and sweet flow of elements:
Vast buildings are more oft for shew than use:
I would not have my eyes put to the travel
Of many acres, e'r I could examine
A man from head to foot; he has no great,
But he may boast, an elegant composition.

_Sop._ I'll hear no more, you have so far out-done
My injuries to you, that I call back
My penitence, and must tell _Polidora_,
This revenge ill becomes her. Am I thought
So lost in soul to hear, and forgive this?
In what shade do I live? or shall I think
I have not, at the lowest, enough merit,
Setting aside my birth, to poize with yours:
Forgive my modest thoughts, if I rise up
In my own defence, and tell this unjust Lady
So great a winter hath not frozen yet
My cheek, but there [is] something nature planted,
That carries as much bloom, and spring upon't,
As yours. What flame is in your eye, but may
Find competition here? (forgive agen
My Virgin honor,) what is in your lip
To tice the enamour'd soul, to dwell with more
Ambition, than the yet unwither'd blush
That speaks the innocence of mine?

_Enter_ Demetrius.

Oh brother?

_Dem._ I'll talk with you anon, my _Polidora_,
Allow thy patience till my breath recover,
Which now comes laden with the richest news
Thy ear was ever blest with.

_Sop._ Both your looks,
And voice express some welcome accident.

_Dem._ Guess what in wish could make me fortunate
And heaven hath dropt that on _Demetrius_.

_Sop._ What means this extasie?

_Dem._ 'Twere sin to busie
Thy thoughts upon't, I'll tell thee that I could
Retein some part; 'tis too wide a joy
To be exprest so soon, and yet it falls
In a few syllables, thou wot scarce believe me,
I am no King.

_Sop._ How's that!

_Pol._ Good Heaven forbid.

_Dem._ Forbid? Heaven has reliev'd me with a mercy
I knew not how to ask, I have, they say,
An elder brother living, crown'd already,
I only keep my name _Demetrius_,
Without desire of more addition,
Than to return thy servant.

_Pol._ You amaze me,
Can you rejoyce to be deposed:

_Dem._ It but
Translates me to a fairer and better Kingdom
In _Polidora_.

_Pol._ Me?

_Dem._ Did you not say,
Were I no King, you could be drawn to love
Me agen, that was consented to in Heaven:
A Kingdom first betraid my ambitious soul
To forget thee, that, and the flattering glories,
How willingly _Demetrius_ does resign,
The Angels know: thus naked without Titles
I throw me on thy charity, and shall
Boast greater Empire to be thine agen, than
To wear the triumphs of the world upon me.

_Enter_ Macarius.

_Mac._ Be not so careless of your self, the people
Gather in multitudes to your protection
Offering their lives and fortunes, if they may
But see you Sir, and hear you speak to 'em,
Accept their duties, and in time prevent
Your ruin.

_Sop._ Be not desperate, 'tis counsel.

_Dem._ You trouble me with noise, speak _Polidora_.

_Pol._ For your own sake preserve your self,
My fears distract my reason.

_Enter_ Antigonus.

_Ant._ Lord _Lisimachus_,
With something that concerns your safety, is
Fled hither, and desires a present hearing.

_Mac._ His soul is honest, be not, Sir, a mad man,
And for a Lady, give up all our freedoms. [_Exit._

_Pol._ I'll say any thing here, _Lisimachus_.

_Sop._ Dear brother hear him.

_Enter_ Lisimachus.

_Lis._ Sir, I come to yield
My self your prisoner, if my father have
Rais'd an Impostor to supplant your Title
Which I suspect, and inwardly do bleed for,
I shall not only, by the tender of
My self, declare my innocence, but either,
By my unworthy life, secure your person,
Or by what death you shall impose, reward
The unexpected Treason.

_Sop._ Brave young man,
Did you not hear him Brother?

_Lis._ I am not minded.

_Pol._ Be witness Madam, I resign my heart
It never was anothers, you declare
Too great a satisfaction, I hope
This will destroy your jealousie,
Remember now your danger.

_Dem._ I despise it,
What fate dares injure me?

_Lis._ Yet hear me Sir.

_Sop._ Forgive me _Polidora_, you are happy,
My hopes are remov'd farther, I had thought
_Lisimachus_ had meant you for his Mistriss,
'Tis misery to feed, and not know where
To place my jealousie.

_Enter_ Macarius.

_Mac._ Now 'tis too late,
You may be deafe, until the Cannon make,
You find your sense, we are shut up now by
A troop of Horse, thank your self.

_Pol._ They will
Admit conditions.

_Sop._ And allow us quarter. [_A shout within._

_Pol._ We are all lost.

_Dem._ Be comforted.

_Enter_ Antigonus.

_Ant._ News my Lord _Cassander_ sent by the new King.
To bear us company.

_Dem._ Not as prisoner?

_Ant._ It does appear no otherwise, the soldiers
Declare how much they love him, by their noise
Of scorn, and joy to see him so rewarded.

_Dem._ It cannot be.

_Ant._ You'll find it presently,
He curses the new King, talks treason 'gainst him
As nimble as he were in's shirt, he's here.

_Enter_ Cassander.

_Cas._ Oh let me beg untill my knees take root
I' th' earth, Sir, can you pardon me?

_Dem._ For what?

_Cas._ For Treason, desperate, most malicious Treason:
I have undone you Sir.

_Dem._ It does appear
You had a Will.

_Cas._ I'll make you all the recompence I can,
But e'r you kill me, hear me, know the man,
Whom I to serve my unjust ends, advanc'd
To your throne, is an impostor, a mere counterfeit,
_Eubulus'_ Son. [_E[xit]_ Anti.

_Dem._ It is not then our brother?

_Cas._ An insolent usurper, proud, and bloudy;
_Seleucus_, is no leprosie upon me?
There is not punishment enough in nature
To quit my horrid act, I have not in
My stock of blood, to satisfie with weeping,
Nor could my soul, though melted to a flood
Within me, gush out tears to wash my stain off.

_Dem._ How? an Impostor, what will become on's now?
We are at his mercy.

_Cas._ Sir, the peoples hearts
Will come to their own dwelling, when they see
I dare accuse my self, and suffer for it,
Have courage then young King, thy fate cannot
Be long compell'd.

_Dem._ Rise, our misfortune
Carries this good, although it lose our hopes,
It makes you friend with virtue, we'll expect
What providence will do.

_Cas._ You are too merciful.

_Lis._ Our duties shall beg heaven still to preserve you.

_Enter_ Antigonus.

_Ant._ Our enemy desires some parley, Sir.

_Lis._ 'Tis not amiss to hear their proposition.

_Pol._ I'll wait upon you.

_Dem._ Thou art my Angel, and canst best instruct me,
Boldly present our selves, you'll with _Cassander._

_Cas._ And in death be blest
To find our charity. [_Exit._

_Sop._ _Lisimachus._

_Lis._ Madam.

_Sop._ They will not miss your presence, the small time
Is spent in asking of a question.

_Lis._ I wait your pleasure.

_Sop._ Sir, I have a suit to you.

_Lis._ To me? it must be granted.

_Sop._ If you have
Cancell'd your kind opinion of me,
Deny me not to know, who hath succeeded
_Sophia_ in your heart, I beg the name
Of your new Mistriss.

_Lis._ You shall know her, Madam,
If but these tumults cease, and fate allow us
To see the Court agen, I hope you'll bring
No mutiny against her, but this is
No time to talk of Love, let me attend you.

_Sop._ I must expect, till you are pleas'd to satisfie
My poor request, conduct me at your pleasure. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Leonatus, Eubulus, Bishop, Lisander, _and_ Philocles.

_Leo._ They are too slow, dispatch new messengers,
To intreat 'em fairly hither, I am extasi'd,
Were you witness for me too? is it possible
I am what this affirms, true _Leonatus_,
And were you not my Father, was I given
In trust to you an Infant?

_Eub._ 'Tis a truth,
Our soul's bound to acknowledge, you supply'd
The absence and opinion of my Son.
Who died, but to make you my greater care
I know not of _Demetrius_, but suppos'd
Him dead indeed, as _Epire_ thought you were,
Your Fathers character doth want no testimony,
Which but compar'd with what concerns _Demetrius_
Will prove it self King _Theodosius_ act,
Your Royal Father.

_Bish._ I am subscrib'd to both his Legacies
By oath oblig'd to secresie, until
Thus fairly summon'd to reveal the trust.

_Eub._ _Cassander_ had no thought you would prove thus,
To whose policie I gave this aim, although
He wrought you up to serve but as his Engine
To batter young _Demetrius_, for it was
Your Fathers prudent jealousie, that made him
Give out your early deaths, as if his soul
Prophecy'd his own first, and fear'd to leave
Either of you, to the unsafe protection,
Of one, whose study would be to supplant
Your right, and make himself the King of _Epire._

_Bish._ Your Sister, fair _Sophia_, in your Fathers
Life, was design'd to marry with _Lisimachus_
That guarded her; although she us'd some Art
To quit her pupillage, and being absolute,
Declar'd love to _Demetrius_, which enforc'd
_Macarius_ to discover first your brother.

_Leo._ No more, lest you destroy agen _Leonatus_
With wonder of his fate, are they not come yet?
Something it was, I felt within my envy
Of young _Demetrius's_ fortune, there were seeds
Scattered upon my heart, that made it swell
With thought of Empire, Princes I see cannot
Be totally eclips'd, but wherefore stays
_Demetrius_ and _Sophia_, at whose names
A gentle spirit walk'd upon my blood.

_Enter_ Demetrius, Polidora, Sophia, Macarius, _Cassander_,
_Lisima_.

_Eub._ They are here.

_Leo._ Then thus I flie into their bosoms,
Nature has rectifi'd in me, _Demetrius_,
The wandrings of ambition, our dear Sister
You are amaz'd, I did expect it, read
Assurance there, the day is big with wonder.

_Mac._ What means all this?

_Leo._ _Lisimachus_, be dear to us,
_Cassander_, you are welcome too.

_Cas._ Not I,
I do not look for't, all this sha'not bribe
My conscience to your faction, and make
Me false agen, _Seleucus_ is no son
Of _Theodosius_, my dear Countrey-men
Correct your erring duties, and to that,
Your lawful King, prostrate your selves, _Demetrius_
Doth challenge all your knees.

_Dem._ All Love and Duty,
Flow from me to my Royal King, and Brother
I am confirm'd.

_Cas._ You are t[o]o credulous,
What can betray your faith so much?

_Leo._ _Sophia_, you appear sad, as if your Will
Gave no consent to this days happiness.

_Sop._ No joy exceeds _Sophia's_ for your self.

_Lis._ With your pardon, Sir, I apprehend
A cause that makes her troubled, she desires
To know, what other Mistriss, since her late
Unkindness I have chosen to direct
My faith and service.

_Leo._ Another Mistriss?

_Lis._ Yes, Sir.

_Leo._ And does our Sister love _Lisimachus_?

_Sop._ Here's something would confess.

_Leo._ He must not dare
To affront _Sophia_.

_Cas._ How my shame confounds me,
I beg your justice, without pity on
My age.

_Leo._ Your pennance shall be, to be faithful
To our state hereafter,

_Omnes._ May you live long and happy,
_Leonatus_, King of _Epire_.

_Leo._ But where's your other Mistriss?

_Lis._ Even here, Sir.

_Leo._ Our Sister? is this another Mistriss, Sir?

_[L]is._ It holds
To prove my thoughts were so when she began
Her sorrow for neglecting me, that sweetness
Deserv'd, I should esteem her another Mistriss,
Then when she cruelly forsook _Lisimachus_,
Your pardon Madam, and receive a heart
Proud with my first devotions to serve you.

_Sop._ In this I am crown'd agen, now mine for ever.

_Leo._ You have deceiv'd her happily,
Joy to you both.

_Dem._ We are ripe for the same wishes,
_Polidora's_ part of me.

_Pol._ He all my blessing.

_Leo._ Heaven pour full joys upon you.

_Mac._ We are all blest,
There wants but one to fill your arms.

_Leo._ My Mistriss,
And Wife shall be my Countrey, to which I
Was in my birth contracted, your love since
Hath plaid the Priest to perfect what was ceremony
Though Kingdoms by just Titles prove our own,
The subjects hearts do best secure a Crown. [_Exeunt Omnes._

EPILOGUE.

_There is no Coronation to day,
Unless your gentle votes do crown our Play,
If smiles appear within each Ladies eye,
Which are the leading Stars in this fair skie,
Our solemn day sets glorious, for then
We hope by their s[oft] influence, the men
Will grace what they first shin'd on, make't appear,
(Both) how we please, and bless our covetous ear
With your applause, more welcome than the Bells
Upon a triumph, Bonfires, or what else
Can speak a Coronation. And though I
Were late depos'd, and spoil'd of Majesty,
By the kind aid of your hands, Gentlemen,
I quickly may be Crown'd a Queen agen._

THE
COXCOMB.
A Comedy.

The Persons represented in the Play.

Ricardo, _a young Gentleman, in love with_ Viola.
Antonio, _the Coxcomb Gentleman_.
Mercurie, _fellow-traveller with_ Antonio.
Uberto, }
Pedro, } _three merry Gentlemen, friends to_ Ricardo.
Silvio, }
Valerio, _a Countrey Gentleman_.
Curio, _Kinsman to_ Antonio.
Justice, _a shallow one_.
Andrugio, _Father to_ Viola.
Alexander, _servant to_ Mercurie's _Mother_.
Marke, _the Justice's Clerk_.
Rowland, _servant to_ Andrugio.
Tinker.
Constable.
Watch.
Drawer.
Musicians.

WOMEN.

Viola, _Daughter to_ Andrugio.
Maria, _Wife to_ Antonio.
A Countrey-woman, _Mother to_ Mercurie.
Nan _and_ } _Milk-maids._
Madge. }
Dorothie, _the Tinkers Trull_.

The Scene England, France.

The Principal Actors were

_Nathan Field_,
_Giles Gary_,
_Rich. Allen_,
_Robert Benfeild._
_Joseph Taylor_,
_Emanuel Read_,
_Hugh Atawell_,
_Will. Barcksted._

PROLOGUE.

_This Comedy long forgot, by some thought dead,
By us preserv'd, once more doth raise her head.
And to your noble censures does present,
Her outward form, and inward ornament.
Nor let this smell of arrogance, since 'tis known,
The makers that confest it for their own
Were this way skilful, and without the crime
Of flatteries I may say did please the time;
The work it self too, when it first came forth,
In the opinion of men of worth,
Was well receiv'd and favour'd, though some rude
And harsh among th' ignorant multitude,
(That relish gross food, better than a dish,
That's cook'd with care, and serv'd into the wish,
Of curious pallats) wanting wit and strength,
Truly to judge, condemn'd it for the length,
That fault's reform'd, and now 'tis to be try'd
Before such Judges 'twill not be deny'd
A free and noble hearing: nor fear I,
But 'twill deserve to have free liberty,
And give you cause (and with content) to say,
Their care was good, that did revive this Play._

_Actus Primus. Scaena Prima._

_Enter_ Richardo _and_ Viola.

_Rich._ Let us make use of this stolen privacy,
And not loose time in protestation, Mistriss,
For 'twere in me a kind of breach of faith,
To say again I love you.

_Vio._ Sweet, speak softly
For though the venture of your love to me,
Meets with a willing, and a full return:
Should it arrive unto my Fathers knowledge;
This were our last discourse.

_Rich._ How shall he know it?

_Vio._ His watching cares are such, for my advancement,
That every where his eye is fix'd upon me:
This night that does afford us some small freedom,
At the request and much intreaty of
The Mistriss of the House, was hardly given me:
For I am never suffer'd to stir out,
But he hath spies upon me: yet I know not
You have so won upon me, that could I think
You would love faithfully (though to entertain
Another thought of you, would be my death)
I should adventure on his utmost anger.

_Rich._ Why do you think I can be false?

_Vio._ No faith,
You [h]ave an honest face, but if you should--

_Rich._ Let all the stor'd vengeance of heaven's justice--

_Vio._ No more, I do believe you, the dance ended,
Which this free womans ghests have vow'd to have
E'r they depart, I will make home, and store me
With all the Jewels, Chains, and Gold are trusted
Unto my custody, and at the next corner,
To my Fathers house, before one at the farthest,
Be ready to receive me.

_Rich._ I desire
No bond beyond your promise, let's go in,
To talk thus much, before the door, may breed
Suspition.

_Enter_ Mercury _and_ Antonio _talking_.

_Vio._ Here are company too.

_Rich._ Away,
Those powers that prosper true and honest loves
Will bless our undertakings.

_Vio._ 'Tis my wish, Sir. [_Exit_ Rich. _and_ Vio.

_Mer._ Nay, Sir, excuse me, I have drawn you to
Too much expence already in my travel:
And you have been too forward in your love;
To make my wants your own, allow me manners
Which you must grant I want, should I increase,
The bond in which your courtesies have ti'd me:
By still consuming you, give me leave
To take mine own ways now, and I shall often,
With willingness, come to visit you, and then thank you.

_Ant._ By this hand I could be angry, what do you think me?
Must we that have so long time been as one
Seen Cities, Countreys, Kingdoms, and their wonders;
Been bedfellows, and in our various journey
Mixt all our observations, part (as if
We were two Carriers at two several ways,
And as the fore-horse guides, cry God be with you)
Without or compliment, or ceremony?
In Travellers, that know transalpine garbs,
Though our designs are nee'r so serious, friend,
It were a capital crime, it must not be:
Nay, what is more, you shall not; you e'r long,
Shall see my house, and find what I call mine
Is wholly at your service.

_Mer._ 'Tis this tires me,
Sir, I were easily woo'd, if nothing else
But my Will lay in the choice: but 'tis not so,
My friends and kindred that have part of me,
And such on whom my chiefest hopes depend,
Justly expect the tender of my love
After my travel: then mine own honesty
Tells me 'tis poor, having indifferent means
To keep me in my quality and rank,
At my return, to tire anothers bounty,
And let mine own grow lusty, pardon me.

_Ant._ I will not, cannot, to conclude, I dare not:
Can any thing conferr'd upon my friend
Be burthensome to me? for this excuse
Had I no reason else, you should not leave me,
By a travellers faith you should not, I have said,
And then you know my humor, there's no contending.

_Mer._ Is there no way to 'scape this Inundation?
I shall be drown'd with folly if I go:
And after nine days, men may take me up,
With my gall broken.

_Ant._ Are you yet resolv'd?

_Mer._ Wou'd you would spare me.

_Ant._ By this light I cannot
By all that may be sworn by.

_Mer._ Patience help me,
And heaven grant his folly be not catching:
If it be, the Town's undone, I now would give
A reasonable sum of gold to any Sheriff,
That would but lay an execution on me,
And free me from his company; while he was abroad,
His want of wit and language kept him dumb?
But _Balaam's_ Asse will speak now, without spurring.

_Ant._ Speak, have I won you?--

_Enter Servant and Musician._

_Mer._ You are not to be resisted.

_Ser._ Be ready I intreat you, the dance done,
Besides a liberal reward I have,
A bottle of Sherry in my power shall beget
New crotchets in your heads.

_Musi._ Tush, fear not us, we'll do our parts.

_Serv._ Go in.

_Ant._ I know this fellow.
Belong you to the house?

_Serv._ I serve the Mistriss.

_Ant._ Pretty, and short, pray you Sir then inform her,
Two Gentlemen are covetous to be honor'd,
With her fair presence.

_Serv._ She shall know so much,
This is a merry night with us, and forbid not
Welcome to any that looks like a man:
I'll guide you the way.

_Ant._ Nay, follow, I have a trick in't. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Uberto, Silvio, Richardo, Maria, Pedro, Portia, Viola,
_with others_.

_Uber._ Come, where's this Masque? fairest, for our chear,
Our thanks and service, may you long survive,
To joy in many of these nights.

_Mar._ I thank you.

_Uber._ We must have Musick too, or else you give us,
But half a welcome.

_Mar._ Pray you Sir, excuse me.

_Silv._ By no means, Lady.

_Uber._ We'll crown our liberal feast,
With some delightful strain fitting your love:
And this good company.

_Mar._ Since you enforce it,
I will not plead the excuse of want of skill
Or be, or nice, or curious, every year
I celebrate my marriage night; and will
Till I see my absent Husband.

_Uber._ 'Tis fit freedom.

_Silv._ _Richardo_ thou art dull--

_Enter Servant._

_Rich._ I shall be lighter,
When I have had a heat.

_Mar._ Now Sir, the news?

_Serv._ Mistriss, there are two Gentlemen.

_Mar._ Where?

_Serv._ Complimenting who should first enter.

_Mar._ What are they?

_Serv._ Heaven knows, but for their strangeness, have you never seen
a Cat wash her face?

_Uber._ Yes.

_Serv._ Just such a stir they keep, if you make but haste,
You may see 'em yet before they enter.

_Enter_ Antonia _and_ Mercurie.

_Mer._ Let 'em be what they [will,] we'll [give] them fair
Entertain, and gentle welcome.

_Ant._ It shall be so.

_Mer._ Then let it be your pleasure.

_Ant._ Lets stand aside, and you shall see us have
Fine sport anon.

_Mer._ A fair society, do you know these Gentlewomen?

_Ant._ Yes.

_Mer._ What are they?

_Ant._ The second is a neighbors Daughter, her name is _Viola_.
There is my kinsmans wife, _Portia_ her name, and a
Friend too.

_Mer._ Let her--what's she that leads the dance?

_1 Serv._ A Gentlewoman.

_Mer._ I see that.

_1 Serv._ Indeed?

_Mer._ What?

_1 Serv._ A Gentlewoman.

_Mer._ Udsfoot, good Sir, what's she that leads the dance?

_2 Serv._ My Mistriss.

_Mer._ What else?

_2 Serv._ My Mistriss, Sir.

_Mer._ Your Mistriss? a pox on you,
What a fry of fools are here? I see 'tis treason to understand in
this house: if nature were not better to them, than they can be to
themselves, they would scant hit their mouths; my Mistriss? is there
any one with so much wit in's head, that can tell me at the first
fight, what Gentlewoman that is that leads the dance?

[_Ant._] 'Tis my wife.

_Mer._ Hum.

_Ant._ How dost thou like her?

_Mer._ Well, a pretty Gentlewoman.

_Ant._ Prethee be quiet.

_Mer._ I would I could
Let never any hereafter that's a man,
That has affections in him, and free passions,
Receive the least tye from such a fool as this is,
That holds so sweet a wife, 'tis lamentable to consider truly
What right he robs himself of, and what wrong
He doth the youth of such a Gentlewoman,
That knows her beauty, is no longer hers,
Than men will please to make it so, and use it
Neither of which lies freely in a Husband,
Oh what have I done, what have I done, Coxcomb?
If I had never seen, or never tasted
The goodness of this kix, I had been a made man,
But now to make a Cuckold is a sin
Against all forgiveness, worse than a murther;
I have a Wolf by the ears, and am bitten both ways.

_Ant._ How now friend, what are you thinking of?

_Mer._ Nothing concerning you, I must be gone.

_Ant._ Pardon me, I'll have no going, Sir.

_Mer._ Then good Sir, give me leave to go to bed,
I am very weary, and ill-temper'd.

_Ant._ You shall presently, the dance is done.

_1 Serv._ Mistriss, these are the Gentlemen.

_Mar._ My Husband's welcome home, dear Sir.

_Mer._ She's fair still, oh that I were a knave, or durst be one,
For thy sake coxcomb; he that invented honesty, undid me.

_Ant._ I thought you had not known me, y'are merry 'tis well; thought,
And how ist with these worthy Gentlemen?

_Ub & Sil._ We are glad to see you here again.

_Ant._ Oh Gent, what ha' you lost? but get you into travels,
There you may learn, I cannot say what hidden virtues.

_Mer._ Hidden from you I am sure,
My blood boils like a furnace,
She's a fare one.

_Ant._ Pray entertain this Gent. with all the courtesie,
Fitting my most especial friend.

_Mar._ What this poor house may yield,
To make you welcome, dear Sir, command
Without more compliment.

_Mer._ I thank you:
She's wise, and speaks well too, oh what a blessing
Is gone by me, ne'er to be recovered!
Well, 'twas an old shame the Devil laid up for me, and now has hit me
home; if there be any ways to be dishonest, and save myself yet,----
No, it must not be, why should I be a fool too----Yet those eyes would
tempt another _Adam_, how they call to me, and tell me----S'foot, they
shall not tell me any thing, Sir, will you walk in?

_Ant._ How is't, Signior?

_Mer._ Crazie a little.

_Mar._ What ail you, Sir?
What's in my power, pray make use of, Sir.

_Mer._ 'Tis that must do me good, she does not mock me sure?
And't please you nothing, my disease is only weariness.

_Ub._ Come Gentlemen, we'll not keep you from your beds too long.

_Rich._ I ha' some business, and 'tis late, and you far from your
lodging.

_Sil._ Well. [_Exit manent_, Ant. Mar. _and_ Mer.

_Ant._ Come my dear _Mercury_, I'll bring you to your chamber, and
then I am for you _Maria_, thou art a new wife to me now, and thou
shalt find it e'r I sleep.

_Mer._ And I, an old ass to my self, mine own rod whips me,--good Sir,
no more of this, 'tis tedious, you are the best guide in your own
house--go Sir-- [_Exit_ Ant. _and_ Mer.
This fool and his fair Wife have made me frantick
From two such Physicks for the soul, deliver me. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Richardo, Uberto, Pedro, _and_ Silvio.

_Ub._ Well you must have this wench then.

_Ric._ I hope so, I am much o'th' bow-hand else.

_Ped._ Wou'd I were hang'd, 'tis a good loving little fool, that dares
venture her self upon a coast she never knew yet, but these women,
when they are once thirteen, god speed the plough.

_Sil._ Faith they'll venture further for their lading, than a
Merchant, and through as many storms, but they'll be fraughted, they
are mad[e] like _Carrecks_, only strength and storage.

_Ric._ Come, come, you talk, you talk.

_Sil._ We do so, but tell me _Richardo_, wot thou marry her?

_Ric._ Marry her? why, what should I do with her?

_Ped._ Pox, I thought we should have [had] all shares in her, like
lawful prize.

_Ric._ No by my faith, Sir, you shall pardon me, I lanch'd her at my
own charge, without partners and so I'll keep her.

_Ub._ What's the hour?

_Rich._ Twelve.

_Ub._ What shall we do the while? 'tis yet scarce eleven.

_Sil._ There's no standing here, is not this the place?

_Ric._ Yes.

_Ped._ And to go back unto her fathers house, may breed suspition,
Let's slip into a Tavern, for an hour, 'tis very cold.

_Ub._ Content, there is one hard by, a quart of burnt sack will
recover us, I am as cold as Christmas, this stealing flesh in the
frosty weather, may be sweet i'th' eating, but sure the Woodmen have
no great catch on't; Shall's go?

_Rich._ Thou art the strangest lover of a Tavern, What shall we do
there now? lose the hour and our selves too.

_Ub._ Lose a pudding; What do'st thou talk of the hour; Will one quart
muzle us? have we not ears to hear, and tongues to ask the Drawers,
but we must stand here like bawds to watch the minutes?

_Sil._ Prethee content thy self, we shall scout here, as though we
went a haying, and have some mangey prentice, that cannot sleep for
scratching, over-hear us; Come, Will you go Sirs? when your love fury
is a little frozen, you'll come to us.

_Ric._ Will you drink but one quart then?

_Ped._ No more i'faith.

_Sil._ Content.

_Ric._ Why then, have with you, but lets be very watchful.

_Ub._ As watchful as the Belman, come, I'll lead, because I hate good
manners, they are too tedious. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Viola _with a Key, and a little Casket_.

The night is terrible, and I enclos'd
With that my vertue and my self hate most,
Darkness; yet must I fear that which I wish,
Some company, and every step I take
Sounds louder in my fearful ears to night
Than ever did, the shrill and sacred bell
That rang me to my prayers; the house will rise
When I unlock the dore, were it by day
I am bold enough, but then a thousand eyes
Warne me from going, might not [God] have made
A time for envious prying folk to sleep,
Whilst lovers met, and yet the Sun have shone?
Yet I was bold enough, to steal this key
Out of my fathers Chamber, and dare yet
Venture upon mine enemy, the night,
Arm'd only with my love, to meet my friend
Alas how valiant, and how fraid at once
Love makes a Virgin! I will throw this key
Back through a window, I had wealth enough
In Jewels with me, if I hold his love
I steal e'm for; farewell my place of birth,
I never make account to look on thee again;
And if there be, as I have heard men say,
These houshold gods, I do beseech them look
To this my charge, bless it from theeves and fire,
And keep, till happily my love I win,
Me from thy door, and hold my Father in. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Richardo, Pedro, Uberto, Silvio, _and_ Drawer _with
a Candle_.

_Ric._ No more for Gods sake, how is the night boy?

_Draw._ Faith Sir, 'tis very late.

_Ub._ Faith, Sir, you lie, is this your jack i'th' clock-house?
will you strike, Sir? gi's some more sack, you varlet.

_Ric._ Nay, if you love me, good _Uberto_ goe,
I am monstrous hot with Wine.

_Ub._ Quench it again with love, Gentlemen, I will drink one health
more, and then if my legs say me not shamefully nay, I will go with
you, give me a singular quart.

_Draw._ Of what Wine Sir?

_Uber._ Of Sack, you that speak confusion at the bar, of Sack, I say,
and every one his quart, what a Devil lets be merry.

_Draw._ You shall, Sir. [_Exit._

_Ped._ We will, Sir, and a dryed tongue.

_Sil._ And an Olive, boy, and a whole bunch of fidlers, my head swims
plaguely, 'uds pretious I shall be clawd.

_Enter_ Drawer _with four quarts of wine_.

_Ric._ Pray go, I can drink no more, think on your promise, 'tis
midnight Gentlemen.

_Ub._ O that it were dum midnight now, not a word more, every man on's
knees, and betake himself to his saint, here's to your wench,
seignior, all this, and then away.

_Rich._ I cannot drink it.

_Ped._ 'Tis a toy, a toy, away wo't.

_Uber._ Now dare I speak any thing, to any body living, come, Where's
the fault? off with it.

_Ric._ I have broke my wind, Call you this Sack?--I wonder who made
it? he was a sure workman, for 'tis plaguy strong work, Is it gone
round?

_Ub._ 'Tis at the last, out of my way, good boy, Is the Moon up yet?

_Draw._ Yes, Sir.

_Ub._ Where is she boy?

_Draw._ There, Sir.

_Ub._ We shall have rain and thunder, boy.

_Draw._ When Sir?

_Ub._ I cannot tell, but sure we shall boy.

_Draw._ The Gentleman is Wine-wise.

_Uber._ Drawer?

_Draw._ Here, Sir.

_Ub._ Can you procure?

_Draw._ What Sir?

_Uber._ A Whore, or two or three, as need shall serve, boy?

_Sil._ I, a good Whore were worth money, boy.

_Draw._ I protest Sir, we are all together unprovided.

_Ric._ The mor's the pitty, boy, Can you not 'vize us where my Child?

[_Draw._ Neither, in troth sir.]

_Ped._ Why where were you brought up, boy? no inckling of a Whore? no
aym my boy?

_Uber._ It cannot sink in my head now, that thou shouldst marry, Why
shouldst thou marry, tell me?

_Rich._ I marry? I'll be hang'd first: some more wine boy.

_Sil._ Is she not a Whore translated? and she be, lets repair to her.

_Ric._ I cannot tell, she may be an offender; but signior _Silvio_, I
shall scratch your head, indeed I shall.

_Sil._ Judge me, I do but jest with thee, what an she were inverted
with her heeles upward, like a traitor's Coat? what care I.

_Ub._ I, hang her, Shall we fall out for her?

_Rich._ I am a little angry, but these wenches, Did you not talke of
wenches?

_Sil._ Boy, lend me your Candle.

_Draw._ Why Sir?

_Sil._ To set fire to your rotten seeling, you'll keep no Whores,
Rogue, no good members.

_Draw._ Whores, Sir.

_Sih._ I, Whores Sir, Do you think we come to lye with your hogsheads?

_Rich._ I must beat the watch, I have long'd for't any time this three
weeks.

_Silv._ Wee'll beat the Town too, and thou wilt, we are proof boy;
Shall [wee] kill any body?

_Rich._ No, but wee'll hurt 'em dangerously.

_Uber._ _Silv._ Now must I kill one, I cannot avoid it, boy, easily
afore there with your candle; Where's your Mistriss?

_Draw._ A bed, Sir.

_Sil._ With whom?

_Draw._ With my Master.