Chapter III: Part 3

_Hub._ I have kept touch Sir, which is the Earl of these? Will he know a man now?

_Hem._ This my Lord's the Friend, Hath undertook the service.

_Hub._ If't be worth His Lordships thanks anon, when 'tis done Lording, I'll look for't, a rude Wood-man, I know how to pitch my toils, drive in my game: And I have don't, both _Florez_ and his Father Old _Gerrard_, with Lord _Arnold_ of _Benthuisen_, _Cozen_, and _Jaculin_, young _Florez_'s Sister: I have 'em all.

_Woolf._ Thou speak'st too much, too happy, To carry faith with it.

_Hub._ I can bring you Where you shall see, and find 'em.

_Woolf._ We will double What ever _Hemskirk_ then hath promis'd thee.

_Hub._ And I'll deserve it treble: what horse ha' you?

_Woolf._ A hundred. That's well: ready to take Upon surprise of 'em.

_Hem._ Yes.

_Hub._ Divide then Your force into five Squadrons; for there are So many out-lets, ways through the wood That issue from the place where they are lodg'd: Five several ways, of all which Passages, We must possess our selves, to round 'em in; For by one starting hole they'll all escape else: I and 4. Boors here to me will be guides, The Squadron where you are, my self will lead: And that they may be more secure, I'll use My wonted whoops, and hollows, as I were A hunting for 'em; which will make them rest Careless of any noise, and be a direction To the other guides, how we approach 'em still.

_Woolf._ 'Tis order'd well, and relisheth the Souldier; Make the division _Hemskirk_; you are my charge, Fair One, I'll look to you.

_Boo._ Shall no body need To look to me? I'll look unto my self.

_Hub._ 'Tis but this, remember.

_Hig._ Say, 'tis done, Boy. [_Exeunt._

SCENA II.

_Enter_ Gerrard _and_ Florez.

_Ger._ By this time Sir I hope you want no reasons Why I broke off your marriage, for though I Should as a Subject study you my Prince In things indifferent, it will not therefore Discredit you, to acknowledge me your Father, By harkning to my necessary counsels.

_Flo._ Acknowledge you my Father? Sir I do, And may impiety, conspiring with My other Sins, sink me, and suddenly When I forget to pay you a Sons duty In my obedience, and that help'd forth With all the cheerfulness.

_Ger._ I pray you rise, And may those powers that see and love this in you, Reward you for it: Taught by your example Having receiv'd the rights due to a Father, I tender you th' allegeance of a Subject: Which as my Prince accept of.

_Flo._ Kneel to me? May mountains first fall down beneath their valleys, And fire no more mount upwards, when I suffer An act in nature so preposterous; I must o'ercome in this, in all things else The victory be yours: could you here read me, You should perceive how all my faculties Triumph in my blest fate, to be found yours; I am your son, your son Sir, and am prouder To be so, to the Father, to such goodness (Which heaven be pleas'd, I may inherit from you) Than I shall ever of those specious titles That plead for my succession in the Earldom (Did I possess it now) left by my Mother.

_Ger._ I do believe it: but--

_Flo._ O my lov'd Father, Before I knew you were so, by instinct, Nature had taught me, to look on your wants, Not as a stranger's: and I know not how, What you call'd charity, I thought the payment Of some religious debt, nature stood bound for; And last of all, when your magnificent bounty In my low ebb of fortune, had brought in A flood of blessings, though my threatning wants And fear of their effects, still kept me stupid, I soon found out, it was no common pity That led you to it.

_Ger._ Think of this hereafter When we with joy may call it to remembrance, There will be a time, more opportune, than now To end our story, with all circumstances, I add this only: when we fled from _Wolfort_ I sent you into _England_, and there placed you With a brave _Flanders_ Merchant, call'd rich _Goswin_, A man supplyed by me unto that purpose, As bound by oath never to discover you, Who dying, left his name and wealth unto you As his reputed Son, and yet receiv'd so; But now, as _Florez_, and a Prince, remember The countreys, and the subjects general good Must challenge the first part in your affection: The fair maid, whom you chose to be your wife, Being so far beneath you, that your love Must grant she's not your equal.

_Flo._ In descent Or borrowed glories from dead Ancestors, But for her beauty, chastity, and all vertues Ever remembred in the best of women, A Monarch might receive from her, not give, Though she were his Crowns purchase; in this only Be an indulgent Father: in all else, Use your authority.

_Enter_ Hubert, Hemskirk, Wolfort, Bertha, _and_ Souldiers.

_Hub._ Sir, here be two of 'em, The Father and the Son, the rest you shall have As fast as I can rouze them.

_Ger._ Who's this? _Wolfort_?

_Wol._ I Criple, your feigned crutches will not help you, Nor patch'd disguise that hath so long conceal'd you, It's now no halting: I must here find _Gerrard_, And in this Merchants habit, one call'd _Florez_ Who would be an Earl.

_Ger._ And is, wert thou a subject.

_Flo._ Is this that Traitor _Wolfort_?

_Wol._ Yes, but you Are they that are betrai'd: _Hemskirk_.

_Ber._ My _Goswin_ Turn'd Prince? O I am poorer by this greatness, Than all my former jealousies or misfortunes.

_Florez._ _Gertrude_?

_Wol._ Stay Sir, you were to day too near her, You must no more aim at those easie accesses, Less you can do't in air, without a head, Which shall be suddenly tri'd.

_Ber._ O take my heart, first, And since I cannot hope now to enjoy him, Let me but fall a part of his glad ransom.

_Wol._ You know not your own value, that entreat.

_Ger._ So proud a fiend as _Wolfort_.

_Wol._ For so lost A thing as _Florez_.

_Flo._ And that would be so Rather than she should stoop again to thee; There is no death, but's sweeter than all life, When _Wolfort_ is to give it: O my _Gertrude_, It is not that, nor Princedom that I goe from, It is from thee, that loss includeth all.

_Wol._ I, if my young Prince knew his loss, he would say so, Which that he yet may chew on, I will tell him This is no _Gertrude_, nor no _Hemskirks_ Niece, Nor _Vandunks_ Daughter: this is _Bertha_, _Bertha_, The heir of _Brabant_, she that caus'd the war, Whom I did steal, during my treaty there, In your minority, to raise my self; I then fore-seeing 'twould beget a quarel, That, a necessity of my employment, The same employment, make me master of strength, That strength, the Lord of _Flanders_, so of _Brabant_, By marrying her: which had not been to doe Sir, She come of years, but that the expectation First of her Fathers death, retarded it, And since the standing out of _Bruges_, where _Hemskirk_ had hid her, till she was near lost: But Sir, we have recover'd her: your Merchantship May break, for this was one of your best bottoms I think.

_Ger._ Insolent Devil!

_Enter_ Hubert, with Jaqueline, Ginks, _and_ Costin.

_Wol._ Who are these, _Hemskirk_?

_Hem._ More, more, Sir.

_Flo._ How they triumph in their treachery!

_Hem._ Lord _Arnold_ of _Benthusin_, this Lord _Costin_, This _Jaqueline_ the sister unto _Florez_.

_Wol._ All found? why here's brave game, this was sport royall, And puts me in thought of a new kind of death for 'em. Hunts-man, your horn: first wind me _Florez_ fall, Next _Gerrards_, then his Daughter _Jaquelins_, Those rascals, they shall dye without their rights: Hang 'em _Hemskirk_ on these trees; I'le take The assay of these my self.

_Hub._ Not here my Lord, Let 'em be broken up upon a scaffold, 'Twill shew the better when their arbour's made.

_Ger._ Wretch, art thou not content thou hast betrai'd us, But mock us too?

_Ginks._ False _Hubert_, this is monstrous.

_Wol._ _Hubert_?

_Hem._ Who, this?

_Ger._ Yes this is _Hubert_, _Wolfort_, I hope he has helpt himself to a tree.

_Wol._ The first, The first of any, and most glad I have you Sir, I let you goe before, but for a train; Is't you have done this service?

_Hub._ As your Hunts-man, But now as _Hubert_; save your selves, I will, The _Wolf's_ afoot, let slip; kill, kill, kill, kill.

_Enter with a drum_ Van-dunk, Merchants, Higgen, Prig, Ferret, Snap.

_Wol._ Betray'd?

_Hub._ No, but well catch'd: and I the Huntsman.

_Van-d._ How do you _Wolfort_? Rascal, good knave _Wolfort_, I speak it now without the Rose, and _Hemskirk_, Rogue _Hemskirk_, you that have no niece, this Lady Was stoln by you, and ta'ne by you, and now Resign'd by me, to the right owner here: Take her my Prince.

_Flo._ Can this be possible, Welcom my love, my sweet, my worthy love.

_Van-d._ I ha' giv'n you her twice: now keep her better, and thank Lord _Hubert_, that came to me in _Gerrards_ name, And got me out, with my brave Boyes, to march Like _Caesar_, when he bred his Commentaries, So I, to bread my Chronicle, came forth _Caesar Van-dunk_, & _veni, vidi, vici_, Give me my Bottle, and set down the drum; You had your tricks Sir, had you? we ha' tricks too, You stole the Lady?

_Hig._ And we led your Squadrons, Where they ha' scratch'd their leggs a little, with brambles, If not their faces.

_Prig._ Yes, and run their heads Against trees.

_Hig._ 'Tis Captain _Prig_, Sir.

_Prig._ And Coronel _Higgen_.

_Hig._ We have fill'd a pit with your people, some with leggs, Some with arms broken, and a neck or two I think be loose.

_Prig._ The rest too, that escap'd, Are not yet out o'the briars,

_Hig._ And your horses, Sir, Are well set up in _Bruges_ all by this time: You look as you were not well Sir, and would be Shortly let blood; do you want a scarf?

_Van-d._ A halter.

_Ger._ 'Twas like your self, honest, and noble _Hubert_: Can'st thou behold these mirrors all together, Of thy long, false, and bloody usurpation? Thy tyrrannous proscription, and fresh treason: And not so see thy self, as to fall down And sinking, force a grave, with thine own guilt, As deep as hell, to cover thee and it?

_Wol._ No, I can stand: and praise the toyles that took me And laughing in them dye, they were brave snares.

_Flo._ 'Twere truer valour, if thou durst repent The wrongs th' hast done, and live.

_Wol._ Who, I repent? And say I am sorry? yes, 'tis the fool's language And not for _Wolfort_.

_Van-d._ _Wolfort_, thou art a Devil, And speakst his language, oh that I had my longing Under this row of trees now would I hang him.

_Flo._ No let him live, until he can repent, But banish'd from our State, that is thy doom.

_Van-d._ Then hang his worthy Captain here, this _Hemskirk_ For profit of th' example.

_Flo._ No let him Enjoy his shame too: with his conscious life, To shew how much our innocence contemns All practice from the guiltiest, to molest us.

_Van-d._ A noble Prince.

_Ger._ Sir, you must help to join A pair of hands, as they have done their hearts here, And to their loves with joy.

_Flo._ As to mine own, My gracious Sister, worthiest Brother.

_Van._ I'le go afore, and have the bon-fire made, My fire-works, & flap dragons, and good backrack, With a peck of little fishes, to drink down In healths to this day.

_Hig._ 'Slight, here be changes, The Bells ha' not so many, nor a dance, _Prig_.

_Prig._ Our Company's grown horrible thin by it, What think you _Ferret_?

_Fer._ Marry I do think, That we might all be Lords now, if we could stand for't.

_Hig._ Not I if they should offer it: I'le dislodge first, Remove the Bush to another climat.

_Ger._ Sir, you must thank this worthy _Burgomaster_, Here be friends ask to be look'd on too, And thank'd, who though their trade, and course of life Be not so perfect, but it may be better'd, Have yet us'd me with courtesy, and been true Subjects unto me, while I was their King, A place I know not well how to resign, Nor unto whom: But this I will entreat Your grace, command them follow you to _Bruges_; Where I will take the care on me, to find Some manly, and more profitable course To fit them, as a part of the Republique.

_Flo._ Do you hear Sirs? do so.

_Hig._ Thanks to your good grace.

_Prig._ To your good Lordship.

_Fer._ May you both live long.

_Ger._ Attend me at _Van-dunks_, the _Burgomasters_.

[_Ex. all but Beggars._

_Hig._ Yes, to beat hemp, and be whipt twice a week, Or turn the wheel, for Crab the Rope-maker: Or learn to go along with him, his course; That's a fine course now, i' the common-wealth, _Prig_, What say you to it?

_Prig._ It is the backwardst course, I know i'the world.

_Hig._ Then _Higgen_ will scarce thrive by it, You do conclude?

_Prig._ 'Faith hardly, very hardly.

_Hig._ Troth I am partly of your mind, Prince _Prig_; And therefore farewel _Flanders_, _Higgen_ will seek Some safer shelter, in some other Climat, With this his tatter'd Colony: Let me see _Snap_, _Ferret_, _Prig_, and _Higgen_, all are left O' the true blood: what? shall we into _England_?

_Prig._ Agreed.

_Hig._ Then bear up bravely with your _Brute_ my lads, _Higgen_ hath prig'd the prancers in his dayes, And sold good penny-worths; we will have a course, The Spirit of _Bottom_, is grown bottomless.

_Prig._ I'le mand no more, nor cant.

_Hig._ Yes, your sixpenny worth In private, Brother, sixpence is a sum I'le steal you any mans Dogg for.

_Prig._ For sixpence more You'l tell the owner where he is.

_Hig._ 'Tis right, _Higgen_ must practise, so must _Prig_ to eat; And write the Letter: and gi' the word. But now No more, as either of these.

_Prig._ But as true Beggars, As e're we were.

_Hig._ We stand here, for an Epilogue; Ladies, your bounties first; the rest will follow; For womens favours are a leading alms, If you be pleas'd look cheerly, throw your eyes Out at your masks.

_Prig._ And let your beauties sparkle.

_Hig._ So may you ne'er want dressings, Jewels, gowns Still i' the fashion.

_Prig._ Nor the men you love, Wealth nor discourse to please you.

_Hig._ May you Gentlemen, Never want good fresh suits nor liberty.

_Prig._ May every Merchant here see safe his ventures.

_Hig._ And every honest Citizen his debts in.

_Prig._ The Lawyers again good Clyents.

_Hig._ And the Clyents good Counsel.

_Prig._ All the Gamesters here good fortune.

_Hig._ The Drunkards too good wine.

_Prig._ The eaters meat Fit for their tastes and palats.

_Hig._ The good wives kind Husbands.

_Prig._ The young maids choyce of Sutors.

_Hig._ The Midwives merry hearts.

_Prig._ And all good cheer.

_Hig._ As you are kind unto us and our Bush, We are the Beggars and your daily Beadsmen, And have your mony, but the Alms we ask And live by, is your Grace, give that, and then We'l boldly say our word is, _Come again_.

APPENDIX

p. 194, l. 1. A] God e'n then. l. 28. C _misprints_] secrely. l. 30. A and B] tipple in wine.

p. 195, l. 3. A _omits_] ye. l. 11. A _repeats_] Ile swinge you. l. 15. A] utter, will all. l. 35. A and B] any devotions.

p. 196, l. 2. B] with torch. l. 18. A _misprints_] _Short_ for _Wid_.

p. 197, l. 2. A] and a vertuous. l. 3. A] hay him up. l. 13. B] a your.

p. 198, l. 2. A] take. l. 3. A _omits_] a. l. 25. A] No armes, no armes. l. 27. A and B] hang 'tis. l. 33. A _omits_] a.

p. 199, l. 5. B] An here. l. 10. A] his Nleson. l. 37. A _omits_] have.

p. 200, l. 3. A] pound. l. 10. A _omits_] you. l. 20. B] such knell. ll 23 and 24. A] to raise.

p. 201, l. 5. A] regements. l. 30. A and B] yond.

p. 202, l. 2. B] sees yon. l. 3. A and B] thy Torch. l. 13. A] hay, but. l. 26. A and B] shall a Lady.

p. 203, l. 10. A] their recompences. l. 20. A and B _add_] Exeunt.

p. 204, l. 2. B _omits_] us. l. 4. A and B] this 'tis to. l. 12. A _omits_] put. l. 28. A and B] too.

p. 205, l. 10 A] they are. B] they 'are.

p. 207, l. 21. A and B _add_] Finis.

BEGGARS BUSH.

(A) The First Folio, 1647.

(B) The | Beggars | Bush. | Written by | Francis Beaumont, And John Fletcher, Gentlemen. | [wood-cut] London, | Printed for Humphrey Robinson, and Anne Mosely, | at the three Pigeons, and at the Princes Arms | in Saint Pauls Church-yard, 1661.

Another issue of the above, dated 1661, has a fresh title-page and bears the following notice:--'You may speedily expect those other Playes, which | Kirkman, and his Hawkers have deceived the | buyers withall, selling them at treble the value, that | this and the rest will be sold for, which are the | onely Originall and corrected copies, as they | were first purchased by us at no mean | rate, and since printed by us.'

B prints the Prologue and Epilogue to _The Captaine_ as though they belonged to _Beggars Bush_, apparently treating the last page of _The Captain_ in A as though it were the first page of _Beggars Bush_.

(C) The Second Folio.

p. 208. A _omits_], A Comedy ... The Scene Flanders. ll. 2-4. B] Dramatis Personae. _These are as follows_:

Drammatis Personae.

_Goswin_ a young Merchant of _Bruges_, viz. _Florez_ the right Earl of _Flanders_ _Woolfort_, Usurper of the Earldome, _Clause_ King of Beggars, viz. _Gerrard_ Father to _Florez_, _Hubert_ disguised like a Huntsman, A Lord of Flaunders _Hemskirk_, A Favourite of the Usurper. Lord _Arnold_) Lord _Costin_) Two Lords of _Flaunders_ disguis'd like Beggars _Jaqueline_, Daughter to _Gerrard_. _Bertha_, Heir of Brabant. _Van-dunck_ Burgomaster of _Bruges_ Merchants, Saylor, &c. _Higgen, Ferret, Prig, Snap_, and others, Beggars. Boors, Souldiers Young Merchants, and others, Guests at _Goswins_ Wedding. _Margaret_, Wife to _Vandunck_ Attendants, Boy with a Song. The Scene BRUGES. p. 209, ll. 6 and 27. A and B] Countess. l. 34. C _misprints_] houour.

p. 210, l. 9. B _omits_] that. l. 34. A] On mine.

p. 211, l. 37. A and B] loyalty so suspected.

p. 212, l. 15. A and B] answers. l. 22. C _misprints_] their.

p. 214, l. 2. A and B for _Goswin read_] _Florez_ and so throughout the play.

p. 215, l. 30. A _and some copies of_ B] Or the dear.

p. 216, l. 10. A and B] him only. l. 25. A and B] Suck him. l. 35. A and B] near my price.

p. 217, l. 6. C _misprints_] farily.

p. 218, l. 18. A and B] Quitchineel.

p. 219, l. 3. A and B] God a mercy. l. 15. A here and often later prints _Ger._ for _Clau._

p. 221, l. 18. A and B _omit_] I. l. 27. A and B] his call. l. 30. A and B] To whom that. l. 36. B] this man.

p. 222, l. 20. B] Thou that art.

p. 223, l. 12. A and B] all hem'd out. l. 34. A and B] bene whids.

p. 224, l. 3. A and B] their true pass-ports. l. 23. A and B] _Offices_. l. 24. A and B] _penny ceast_. l. 27. B _omits_] _and_. l. 28. A and B _omit_] comes.

p. 225, l. 4. A and B] Ger. l. 25. A and B _omit_] _Exit_. l. 33. A _omits_] is. B] 'Tis.

p. 226, l. 4. A and B] she says. l. 9. A and B] O the. l. 24. A] skuys. B] scuce.

p. 227, ll. 7 and 18. A and B _omit_] Exit. l. 9. B] ruine. l. 26. A and B] against. l. 35. A and B] _Meg._ some wine.

p. 228, l. 15. A and B] _Mage_, fill out. l. 32. A _by error prints this line twice_. l. 35. C _misprints_] with.

p. 229, l. 17. B] to admit.

p. 230, l. 6. A] makes this trade. l. 18. A and B] rate's at more. l. 21. C _misprints_] Hab.

p. 231, l. 10. B] these. l. 13. A and B] your errour. l. 25. B _omits_] doth.

p. 232, l. 3. A and B _omit_] _Strikes him_. ll. 5 and 6. A and B _omit_] _He gets ... the head_. l. 7. A and B here and later often print _Ber._ for _Ger._ l. 39. B _omits_] you.

p. 233, l. 4. A and B _omit_] _and_ Ger.

p. 234, l. 18. A and B] Start beer. l. 33. A] to high, etc.

p. 235, l. 3. B] _any branches_. l. 28. B] _To make up_.

p. 236, A and B _omit the whole of Song_. l. 21. B _omits_] There sweet Sow-Gelder.

p. 238, l. 17. B] Come away fair Maids, put your ware away. l. 18. B _omits the entire line_. l. 24. B _omits the fourth_ fill.

p. 239, l. 9. A and B] o' their Prestoes. l. 35. C] commands.

p. 240, l. 4. B _omits_] a.

p. 241, l. 7. A and B] is toss'd too. l. 18. B] Aa's.

p. 242, l. 12. B] thy honour.

p. 243, l. 7. A and B _omit_] Sir, I must not leave ye. l. 8. A and B] I must not. l. 25. A and B] That's all.

p. 244, l. 1. B] men that have. l. 3. A and B _omit_] on. l. 25. A and B] as they please.

p. 246, l. 32. A and B _omit_] _Beat one another_.

p. 248, l. 23. A] Reimald. ll. 35 and 38. A and B _omit_] aside.

p. 249, l. 1. A and B _omit_] with. l. 15. A] I have. l. 38. A and B, _in 2 lines_] Yes, venson, | Or if I want-- |

p. 250, l. 1. A and B] shall learn. l. 4. A and B] Yes if I. l. 5. A and B arrange the rest of the Scene thus]

_Ger_. Now sweare him.

_Hig_. You are welcom Brother.

_All_. Welcom, welcom, welcom, but who shall have the keeping Of this fellow?

_Hub_. Thank ye friends, And I beseech ye, if you dare but trust me; For if I have kept wilde doggs and beastes for wonder, And made 'em tame too: give into my custody This roaring rascal I shall hamper him, With all his knacks and knaveryes, and I feare me Discover yet a further villany in him; O he smells ranck 'oth rascall.

_Ger_. Take him to thee, But if he scape--

_Hub_. Let me be ev'n hang'd for him, Roome Sir, I'le tye ye to my leash.

_Hem_. Away Rascall.

_Hub_. Be not so stubborne: I shall swindge ye soundly, And ye play tricks with me.

_Ger_. Now sweare him.

_Hig_. I crowne thy nab, with a gag of benbouse, And stall thee by the salmon into the clowes, To mand on the pad, and strike all the cheates; To mill from the Ruffmans, commision and slates, Twang dell's, i'the stiromell, and let the Quire Cuffin: And Herman Beck strine, and trine to the Ruffin.

_Ger_. Now interpret this unto him.

_Hig_. I poure on thy pate a pot of good ale, And by the Rogues oth a Rogue thee install: To beg on the way, to rob all thou meetes; To steale from the hedge, both the shirt and the sheets: And lye with thy wench in the straw till she twang, Let the Constable, Justice, and Divell go hang.

_Ger_. So, now come in, But ever have an eye Sir, to your prisoner.

_Hub_. He must blinde both mine eyes, if he get from me.

_Ger_. Go, get some victualls, and some drink, some good drink For this day weele keep holly to good fortune, Come and be frollick with us.

_Hig_. Ye are a stanger. _Exeunt_.

p. 250, l. 14. C] o' th'.

p. 251, ll. 12 and 37 and often elsewhere. A and B] _Jertred_.

p. 252, l. 16. A and B] what ayle ye. l. 35. A] Despise me.

p. 253, l. 7. A and B] wind or. l. 11. A and B] no lying here.

p. 254, l. 13. A] Porter. l. 34. B] we daily get.

p. 255, l 13. A and B] confess it. A and B _omit stage direction_. l. 18. A and B _omit_] for.

p. 256, l. 28. A and B] Here in bosome, and. C] my bosom.

p. 257, l. 5. A and B] it would.

p. 258, l. 15. A] This ye are I. B] This year I.

p. 260, l. 5. C _misprints_] righty. l. 35. A and B] your letting free.

p. 261, l. 7. C _misprints_] Hem.

p. 262, l. 17. A and B] baldrick, what a. l. 28. C] pertious.

p. 263, l. 16. A and B] stands. l. 27. A and B] that whorson. l. 28. A] baster'd bullions. B] bastar'd bullions. l. 30. A and B] and change a. l. 32. A and B] mangy soul. l. 35. A and B] keep this in.

p. 264, l. 1. A and B] We be monstrous out.

p. 265, l. 26. A _omits_] the.

p. 267, l. 6. C _misprints_] Heaveu. l. 9. B _omits_] design.

p. 268, l. 10. A and B] nor sorrow; Oh me. l. 11. A and B _omit_] Ah me. l. 33. A and B _omit_] me.

p. 269, l. 11. A and B] left ham. l. 19. A and B _omit_] strange.

p. 270, l. 26. B] whipt. l. 29. B _omits one_] 'tis she. l. 39. A and B] Merchants shop.

p. 271, l. 6. A _and some copies of_ B _expand Ger.'s speech as follows_]

_Ber_. O I am miserably lost, thus falne Into my uncles hands from all my hopes, Can I not thinke away my selfe and dye? O I am miserably lost; thus fallen Into my uncles hands, from all my hopes: No matter now, where thou be false or no, _Goswin_, whether thou love an other better; Or me alone; or where thou keep thy vow, And word, or that thou come, or stay: for I To thee from henceforth, must be ever absent, And thou to me: no more shall we come neere, To tell our selves, how bright each other [B others] eyes were, How soft our language, and how sweet our kisses, Whil'st we made one our food, th'other our feast, Not mix our soules by sight, or by a letter Hereafter, but as small relation have, As two new gon to in habiting a grave: Can I not thinke away my selfe and dye?

l. 23. A and B] or a. l. 29. A and B] alone for any Farmers. l. 38. A and B] Will ye.

p. 272, l. 17. A _and_ B _give from_ That's well _to Hub._ (_Char._). l. 27. B] to ye will.

p. 273, l. 32. B] those speciall.

p. 274, l. 12. A and B] your story. l. 33. A and B] Use my.

p. 275, l. 37. A and B] For your.

p. 276, l. 2. B] marrying her Sir. B _omits at end of line_] Sir.

p. 277, l. 19. A and B] to end my. l. 31. B _omits_] have.

p. 279, l. 11. A and B] follow me.

p. 280, l. 26. A and B] gain. l. 40. B _adds_] Finis.

THE HUMOUROUS LIEUTENANT.

(A) The First Folio. (B) The Second Folio. (C) The Manuscript dated Novemb. 27. 1625. This MS. is a beatiful specimen of Ralph Crane's caligraphy. It is bound in vellum, with gilt lines and gilt design on the cover. The following particulars are written on a leaf before the title-page:--

'K Digby Margrit

This manuscript beloged to the celebrated Sir Kenelm Digby. His grand-daughter (one of the daughters & co-heireses of his eldest son, John Digby) was married to Richard Mostyn Esq. of Penbedw in Denbighshire, & their daughter & coheiress to Richard Williams Esq. my Great Grandfather. Thro' this connection of my family with that of Digby, several of Sir Kenelm's books & Manuscripts have come into my possession. Wm W. E. Wynne. given by W.W.E Wynne Esq. to me W. Ormsby Gore April 8. 1837.

The title-page is as follows:-- 'Demetrius and Enanthe, a pleasant Comedie Written by John Fletcher gent.'

End of Project Gutenberg's Beggars Bush, by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher