Chapter III: Part 3

_Chi._ But I will not content you; alas poor Boy,
Thou shew'st an honest Nature, weepst for thy Master,
There's a red Rogue to buy thee Handkerchiefs.

_Fool._ He was an honest Gentleman, I have lost too.

_Chi._ You have indeed your labour, Fool; but _Stremon_,
Dost thou want money too? no Vertue living?
No firking out at fingers ends?

_Strem._ It seems so.

_Chi._ Will ye all serve me?

_Strem._ Yes, when ye are Lord General,
For less I will not go.

_Chi._ There's Gold for thee then,
Thou hast a Souldiers mind. Fool--

_Fool._ Here, your first man.

_Chi._ I will give thee for thy Wit, for 'tis a fine wit,
A dainty diving Wit, hold up, just nothing,
Go graze i' th' Commons, yet I am merciful--
There's six-pence: buy a Saucer, steal an old Gown,
And beg i' th' Temple for a Prophet, come away Boys,
Let's see how things are carried, Fool, up Sirrah,
You may chance get a dinner: Boy, your preferment
I'll undertake, for your brave Masters sake,
You shall not perish.

_Fool._ _Chilax._

_Chi._ Please me well, Fool.
And you shall light my pipes: away to the Temple.
But stay, the King's here, sport upon sport, Boys.

_Enter King, Lords_, Siphax _kneeling_, Cloe _with a Vail_.

_King._ What would you have, Captain?
Speak suddenly, for I am wondrous busie.

_Si._ A pardon, Royal Sir.

_King._ For what?

_Si._ For that
Which was Heaven's Will, should not be mine alone, Sir;
My marrying with this Lady.

_King._ It needs no pardon,
For Marriage is no Sin.

_Si._ Not in it self, Sir;
But in presuming too much: yet Heaven knows,
So does the Oracle that cast it on me,
And----the Princess, royal Sir.

_King._ What Princess?

_Si._ O be not angry my dread King, your Sister.

_King._ My Sister; she's i' th' Temple, Man.

_Si._ She is here, Sir.

_Lord._ The Captain's mad, she's kneeling at the Altar.

_King._ I know she is; with all my heart good Captain,
I do forgive ye both: be unvail'd, Lady. [_Puts off her Vail._
Will ye have more forgiveness? the man's frantick,
Come let's go bring her out: God give ye joy, Sir.

_Si._ How, _Cloe_? my old _Cloe_? [_Ex. King, Lords._

_Clo._ Even the same, Sir.

_Chi._ Gods give your manhood much content.

_Strem._ The Princess
Looks something musty since her coming over.

_Fool._ 'Twere good you'd brush her over.

_Si._ Fools and Fidlers
Make sport at my abuse too?

_Fool._ O 'tis the Nature
Of us Fools to make bold with one another,
But you are wise, brave sirs.

_Chi._ Cheer up your Princess,
Believe it Sir, the King will not be angry,
Or say he were; why, 'twas the Oracle.
The Oracle, an't like your Grace, the Oracle.

_Strem._ And who, most mighty _Siphax_?

_Siph._ With mine own whore.

_Cloe._ With whom else should ye marry, speak your conscience,
Will ye transgress the law of Arms, that ever
Rewards the Souldier with his own sins?

_Siph._ Devils.

_Cloe._ Ye had my maiden-head, my youth, my sweetness,
Is it not justice then?--

_Siph._ I see it must be,
But by this hand, I'le hang a lock upon thee.

_Cloe._ You shall not need, my honesty shall doe it.

_Siph._ If there be wars in all the world--

_Cloe._ I'le with ye,
For you know I have been a Souldier,
Come, curse on: when I need another Oracle.

_Chi._ Send for me _Siphax_, I'le fit ye with a Princess,
And so to both your honours.

_Fool._ And your graces.

_Siph._ The Devil grace ye all.

_Cloe._ God a mercy _Chilax_.

_Chi._ Shall we laugh half an hour now?

_Strem._ No the King comes,
And all the train.

_Chi._ Away then, our Act's ended. [_Exeunt._

_Enter King_, Calis, Memnon, _and_ Cleanthe, _Lords_.

_King._ You know he do's deserve ye, loves ye dearly,
You know what bloody violence had us'd { _The Hearse
Upon himself, but that his Brother crost it, { ready, Polydor,
You know the same thoughts still inhabit in him { Eumenes &
And covet to take birth: Look on him Lady, { Captains._
The wars have not so far consum'd him yet,
Cold age disabled him, or sickness sunk him
To be abhorr'd: look on his Honour Sister,
That bears no stamp of time, no wrinkles on it,
No sad demolishment, nor death can reach it:
Look with the eyes of Heaven that nightly waken,
To view the wonders of the glorious Maker,
And not the weakness: look with your vertuous eyes,
And then clad royaltie in all his conquests,
His matchless love hung with a thousand merits,
Eternal youth attending, Fame and Fortune,
Time and Oblivion vexing at his vertues,
He shall appear a miracle: look on our dangers,
Look on the publick ruin.

_Calis._ O, dear Brother.

_King._ Fie, let us not like proud and greedy waters
Gain to give off again: this is our Sea,
And you his _Cynthia_, govern him, take heed,
His flouds have been as high, and full as any,
And gloriously now is got up to the girdle,
The Kingdomes he hath purchas'd; noble Sister,
Take not your vertue from him, O take heed
We ebbe not now to nothing, take heed _Calis_.

_Calis._ The will of Heaven not mine, which must not alter,
And my eternal doom for ought I know
Is fixt upon me; alas, I must love nothing,
Nothing that loves again must I be blest with:
The gentle Vine climbs up the Oke and clips him,
And when the stroke comes, yet they fall together;
Death, death must I enjoy, and live to love him,
O noble Sir!

_Mem._ Those tears are some reward yet,
Pray let me wed your sorrows.

_Calis._ Take 'em Souldier,
They are fruitfull ones, lay but a sigh upon 'em,
And straight they will conceive to infinites;
I told ye what ye would find 'em.

_Enter_ Funeral, _Captains following, and_ Eumenes.

_King._ How now, what's this? more drops to th' Ocean?
Whose body's this?

_Eum._ The noble _Polydor_,
This speaks his death.

_Mem._ My Brother dead?

_Calis._ O Goddess!
O cruel, cruel _Venus_, here's my fortune.

_King._ Read Captain.

_Mem._ Read aloud: farewel my follies.
[Eumen. _reads to the Excellent Princess_ Calis.

_Eum._ Be wise, as you are beauteous, love with judgement,
And look with clear eyes on my noble Brother,
Value desert and vertue, they are Jewels,
Fit for your worth and wearing: take heed Lady,
The Gods reward ingratitude most grievous;
Remember me no more, or if you must,
Seek me in noble _Memnons_ love, I dwell there:
I durst not live, because I durst not wrong him,
I can no more, make me eternal happy
With looking down upon your loves. _Farewel._

_Mem._ And did'st thou die for me?

_King._ Excellent vertue!
What will ye now doe?

_Calis._ Dwell for ever here Sir.

_Mem._ For me dear _Polydor_? O worthy young man!
O love, love, love, love above recompence!
Infinite love, infinite honesty!
Good Lady leave, you must have no share here,
Take home your sorrows: here's enough to store me,
Brave glorious griefs! was ever such a Brother?
Turn all the stories over in the world yet,
And search through all the memories of mankind,
And find me such a friend; h'as out done all,
Outstript 'em sheerly, all, all, thou hast _Polydor_,
To die for me; why, as I hope for happiness,
'Twas one of the rarest thought on things,
The bravest, and carried beyond compass of our actions,
I wonder how he hit it, a young man too,
In all the blossomes of his youth and beautie,
In all the fulness of his veins and wishes
Woo'd by that Paradise, that would catch Heaven;
It starts me extreamly, thou blest Ashes,
Thou faithfull monument, where love and friendship
Shall while the world is, work new miracles.

_Calis._ O! let me speak too.

_Mem._ No not yet; thou man,
(For we are but mans shadows,) only man,
I have not words to utter him; speak Lady,
I'le think a while.

_Calis._ The Goddess grants me this yet,
I shall enjoy the dead: no tomb shall hold thee
But these two arms, no Trickments but my tears
Over thy Hearse, my sorrows like sad arms
Shall hang for ever: on the tuffest Marble
Mine eyes shall weep thee out an Epitaph,
Love at thy feet shall kneel, his smart bow broken;
Faith at thy head, youth and the Graces mourners;
O sweet young man!

_King._ Now I begin to melt too.

_Mem._ Have ye enough yet Lady? room for a gamester.
To my fond Love, and all those idle fancies
A long farewel, thou diedst for me dear _Polydor_,
To give me peace, thou hast eternal glory,
I stay and talk here; I will kiss thee first,
And now I'le follow thee. [_Polydor rises._

_Pol._ Hold, for Heavens sake!

_Mem._ Ha!
Does he live?
Dost thou deceive me?

_Pol._ Thus far,
Yet for your good, and honour.

_King._ Now dear Sister.

_Calis._ The Oracle is ended, noble Sir,
Dispose me now as you please.

_Pol._ You are mine then?

_Calis._ With all the joyes that may be.

_Pol._ Your consent Sir?

_King._ Ye have it freely.

_Pol._ Walk along with me then,
And as you love me, love my will.

_Calis._ I will so.

_Pol._ Here worthy Brother, take this vertuous Princess,
Ye have deserv'd her nobly, she will love ye,
And when my life shall bring ye peace, as she does,
Command it, ye shall have it.

_Mem._ Sir, I thank ye.

_King._ I never found such goodness in such years.

_Mem._ Thou shalt not over-doe me, though I die for't,
O how I love thy goodness, my best Brother,
You have given me here a treasure to enrich me,
Would make the worthiest King alive a begger,
What may I give you back again?

_Pol._ Your love Sir.

_Mem._ And you shall have it, even my dearest love,
My first, my noblest love, take her again, Sir,
She is yours, your honesty has over-run me,
She loves ye, lose her not: excellent Princess,
Injoy thy wish, and now get Generals.

_Pol._ As ye love heaven, love him, she is only yours, Sir.

_Mem._ As ye love heaven, love him, she is only yours, Sir;
My Lord, the King.

_Pol._ He will undoe himself Sir,
And must without her perish; who shall fight then?
Who shall protect your Kingdom?

_Mem._ Give me hearing,
And after that, belief, were she my soul
(As I do love her equal) all my victories,
And all the living names I have gain'd by war,
And loving him that good, that vertuous good man,
That only worthy of the name of Brother,
I would resign all freely, 'tis all love
To me, all marriage rites, the joy or issues
To know him fruitfull, that has been so faithfull.

_King._ This is the noblest difference; take your choice Sister.

_Calis._ I see they are so brave, and noble both,
I know not which to look on.

_Pol._ Chuse discreetly,
And vertue guide ye, there all the world in one man
Stands at the mark.

_Mem._ There all mans honestie,
The sweetness of all youth--

_Cal._ O God's!

_Mem._ My Armour,
By all the God's she's yours; my Arms, I say,
And I beseech your Grace, give me imployment,
That shall be now my Mistress, there my Courtship.

_King._ Ye shall have any thing.

_Mem._ Vertuous Lady,
Remember me, your Servant now; Young man,
You cannot over-reach me in your goodness;
O love! how sweet thou look'st now! and how gentle!
I should have slubber'd thee, and stain'd thy beauty;
Your hand, your hand Sir!

_King._ Take her, and Heaven bless her.

_Mem._ So.

_Pol._ 'Tis your will Sir, nothing of my merit;
And as your royal gift, I take this blessing.

_Cal._ And I from heaven this gentleman: thanks Goddess.

_Mem._ So ye are pleas'd now Lady?

_Calis._ Now or never.

_Mem._ My cold stiffe carkass would have frozen ye,
Wars, wars.

_King._ Ye shall have wars.

_Mem._ My next brave battel
I dedicate to your bright honour, Sister,
Give me a favour, that the world may know
I am your Souldier.

_Calis._ This, and all fair Fortunes.

_Mem._ And he that bears this from me, must strike boldly.
[Cleanthe _kneeling_.

_Calis._ I do forgive thee: be honest; no more wench.

_King._ Come now to Revels, this blest day shall prove
The happy crown of noble Faith and Love. [_Exeunt._

Prologue.

_To please all's impossible, and to despair_
_Ruins our selves, and damps the Writers care:_
_Would we knew what to doe, or say, or when_
_To find the mindes here equal with the men:_
_But we must venture; now to Sea we goe,_
_Faire fortune with us, give us room, and blow;_
_Remember ye're all venturers; and in this Play_
_How many twelve-peaces ye have 'stow'd this day:_
_Remember for return of your delight,_
_We launch, and plough through storms of fear, and spight:_
_Give us your fore-winds fairly, fill our wings,_
_And steer us right, and as the Saylor sings,_
_Loaden with Wealth, on wanton seas, so we_
_Shall make our home-bound-voyage chearfully;_
_And you our noble Merchants, for your treasure_
_Share equally the fraught, we run for pleasure._

Epilogue.

_Here lyes the doubt now, let our Playes be good,_
_Our own care sailing equall in this Flood;_
_Our preparations new, new our Attire,_
_Yet here we are becalmed still, still i' th' mire,_
_Here we stick fast; Is there no way to clear_
_This passage of your judgement, and our fear,_
_No mitigation of that law? Brave friends,_
_Consider we are yours, made for your ends,_
_And every thing preserves it self, each will_
_If not perverse, and crooked, utter still_
_The best of that it ventures in: have care_
_Ev'n for your pleasures sake, of what we are,_
_And do not ruine all, You may frown still,_
_But 'tis the nobler way, to check the will._

APPENDIX.

_In the following references to the text the lines are numbered
from the top of the page, including titles, acts, stage
directions, &c., but not, of course, the headline or mere
'rules.' Where, as in the lists of Persons Represented, there
are double columns, the right-hand column is numbered after the
left._

It has not been thought necessary to record the correction of every turned letter nor the substitution of marks of interrogation for marks of exclamation and _vice versa_. Full-stops have been silently inserted at the ends of speeches and each fresh speaker has been given the dignity of a fresh line: in the double-columned folio the speeches are frequently run on. Only misprints of interest in the Quartos and the First Folio are recorded.

THE ELDER BROTHER and WIT WITHOUT MONEY.

_Additions to Appendix, Vol._ II.

p. #450#, l. 23. _for_ D _read_ A--D.

p. #451#, l. 39. _for_ E _read_ A, D, E.
l. 46. _for_ A--C _read_ A--D.

p. #452#, l. 9. _for_ E _read_ A--E.
l. 12. _for_ thing _read_ creatures.
l. 25. _for_ A adds _read_ A and D add.
l. 37. _for_ A _read_ A and B.

p. #503#, l. 41. _for_ l. 21 _read_ l. 31.

THE MAD LOVER.

Variations are those of the 1st folio unless otherwise stated.

p. #1#, ll. 3-38. Not in 1st folio.

p. #2#, l. 19. Generall Generall.
l. 33. Some though.
l. 37. _Adds stage direction_] Drum within.

p. #3#, l. 1. reads _Drum_ only.
l. 15. must sweat; bring.
l. 32. If ye dare.
l. 36. damp't.

p. #4#, l. 27. has.

p. #6#, l. 32. Is troubled.

p. #7#, l. 23. y _broken off in_ 2nd folio.
l. 27. consideration what, or how.
l. 31. undigested done.
l. 38. 2d folio _misprints_] Men.

p. #8#, l. 4. of a warre.
l. 12. her backe.

p. #9#, l. 10. 2nd folio _misprints_] plauge.
l. 22. You men of wars.
l. 31. Thou't.

p. #10#, l. 16. By wambling.

p. #12#, l. 9. And money.
l. 36. and thou.

p. #13#, l. 39. _Stage direction_] Captains.

p. #14#, l. 1. 2nd folio] Princess, Calis.
l. 9. Has.
l. 23. shankes too [_omits_ ake].
l. 31. a turnes.

p. #15#, l. 15. feete has.
l. 27. And talke.
l. 31. Empire.

p. #16#, l. 2. beares ye.
l. 19. the spirits.
l. 31. _Omits_ for ... that.
l. 34. I thinke.
l. 36. Or he.
l. 38. all his heart.
l. 40. higher prizes.

p. #17#, l. 3. _Adds_ Finis Actus Primi.
l. 31. Is here.

p. #18#, l. 17. be strange.

p. #19#, l. 35. 2nd folio _misprints_] Cni.

p. #21#, l. 9. get he.
l. 23. Sure is.
l. 35. all dangers.

p. #22#, l. 12. bids the.
l. 20. a prize.
l. 22. am well content.

p. #23#, l. 1. the sweets.
l. 2. other Word.
l. 15. breath of ayres.
l. 18. the deaths.
l. 20. they weepe.
l. 25. and knowne.

p. #24#, l. 27. of beautie.
l. 28. I woo'd.
l. 30. she dare.

p. #25#, l. 15. Foole and Page.
l. 16. wits two, an ye.

p. #26#, l. 3. Boy Ed. Hor.
l. 34. a glotes.
l. 39. has a.

p. #27#, l. 25. he dare.
l. 32. ye Scarrubbs.

p. #28#, l. 7. Gowts a.

p. #29#, l. 7. _Omits_ and.
l. 15. Is slow.
l. 38. a blushes.

p. #30#, l. 24. a shame.
l. 39. Thou doest.

p. #31#, l. 33. _Adds_ Finis Actus Secundi.
l. 35. a Priest.

p. #32#, l. 5. _Omits_ Enter Cleanthe.
l. 10. strange waite.
l. 24. _Adds the line_] Be not so spiced, 'tis good gold.
l. 26. I know you.

p. #33#, l. 30. and worke.
l. 35. thy catine.

p. #34#, l. 7. shall hide.
l. 18. _Adds stage direction_] Enter Surgion.
l. 23. ye with.
l. 33. hither then.

p. #35#, l. 8. _Omits_ Aside.

p. #36#, l. 2. Surgeon, Serring.
l. 25. _Adds_ how: _at end of line and omits next line
entirely._

p. #37#, l. 10. How are ye.
l. 12. and lament.
l. 18. 2nd folio _misprints_] Pnl.
l. 26. he ly.
l. 36. I will.

p. #38#, l. 1. if not.
l. 2. _Adds stage direction_] A bowle ready.
l. 30. A shall.
l. 35. Priest.

p. #39#, l. 2. a come.
l. 21. _Adds the following lines_]

_Pr._ Out beast!

_Chi._ To new carine thy carkas, that's the truth on't
How does thy keele? does it need nayling? a tother
When all thy linnen's up: and a more yare?

_Pr._ Fye, Fye Sir

_Chi._ Nere stem'd the straights?

_Pr._ How you talke?

l. 26. 2nd folio] me?

p. #40#, l. 26. 2nd folio _misprints_] Cal.
l. 28. a stands.
l. 32. a weepes.

p. #41#, l. 17. it? then can.

p. #43#, l. 5. passions.
l. 22. 2nd folio _misprints_] Cel.
l. 34. Has.
l. 35. A came.
l. 36. A did.
l. 37. A did.

p. #44#, l. 37. some Poets.

p. #45#, l. 19. Priest.
l. 33. a both.

p. #46#, l. 16. _Adds_: if all hit _after_ friend _and begins the
next line_ Chi. Hang, _etc._

p. #47#, l. 9. _Adds_ Finis Actus Tertii.
l. 11. Servant and R. Bax, and.
l. 12. A stirs a stirs.
l. 26. barkes.

p. #48#, l. 34. and whom.

p. #49#, l. 26. his fierce.
l. 29. roome then.
l. 30. and old.
l. 33. your rare.
l. 37. her Ladies.

p. #50#, l. 12. I must.

p. #51#, l. 2. has.
l. 7. 2nd folio _misprints_] Philax.

p. #52#, l. 1. _Adds as follows_]

_Clo._ Why that ye wo't of,

_Chi._ The turne the good turne?

_Clo._ Any turne the Roche turne;

_Chi._ That's the right turne for that turnes up the
bellie, I cannot, _etc._

l. 17. as brickle.
l. 20. That think no.

p. #55#, l. 7. ath'.
l. 8. ath' the.
l. 17. weaker.
l. 29. a that.
l. 38. a will.

p. #56#, l. 26. 2nd folio _misprints_] ne's.
l. 29. A comes.
l. 35. stand up my.

p. #57#, l. 14. rogue.
l. 21. art ta?
l. 23. art ta?
l. 32. thou art a.
l. 39. doe ye.

p. #58#, l. 18. Lyons.
l. 26. _Adds_ Finis Actus Quarti.
l. 28. Priest.
l. 30. a your.

p. #60#, l. 9. cure this.
l. 10. He's man.
l. 12. is now.
l. 16. Oracle, Arras.

p. #61#, l. 36. therefore, thy.

p. #62#, l. 3. Therefore be.
l. 9. I shall.
l. 19. a had.
l. 36. 2nd folio] ha'!

p. #63#, l. 6. A will.
l. 14. makes he.
l. 28. Battell.

p. #64#, l. 2. _Omits_ and.
l. 7. in boyes in boyes.
l. 38. 2nd folio _misprints_] Cle.

p. #65#, l. 17. _Omits_ her.

p. #67#, l. 10. 2nd folio _omits_] Chi. (_char._).
l. 10. Chickens.
l. 24. weepes.
l. 26. A was.
l. 27. Ye have.

p. #69#, l. 8. and like.
l. 33. Cleanthe, Curtisan, Lords.

p. #70#, l. 6. my glorious.
l. 34. a sight.
l. 36. ye could. _Adds as next line_] Roome before there.
_Knock._

p. #71#, l. 8. _Prints_ To the, etc., _as a separate line and as a
heading._
l. 9. _For_ Eum. _reads_ 1. Cap.

p. #73#, l. 15. lov'st her.
l. 31. 2nd folio] Sister!

p. #75#, l. 13. the Saylors sing.
l. 28. utters.
l. 32. _Adds_ Finis.

THE LOYAL SUBJECT.

p. #76#, ll. 3-40. Not in 1st folio.

p. #78#, l. 14. Archus.
l. 15. souldier.
l. 23. Archus.
l. 37. now you.

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