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 The vviddovves teares a comedie. As it was often presented in the blacke and white Friers. Written by Geor. Chap. Widdowes teares Widdowes teares. Chapman, George, 1559?-1634. [80] p. Printed [by William Stansby] for Iohn Browne, and are to be sold at his shop in Fleet-street in Saint Dunstanes Church-yard, London : 1612. 1604

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THE Widdovves Teares A Comedie .

As it was often presented in the blacke and white Friers .

Written by GEOR. CHAP.

LONDON , Printed for Iohn Browne , and are to be sold at his shop in Fleet-street in Saint Dunstanes Church-yard . 1612 .

To the right Vertuous and truly noble Gentleman , Mr IO. REED of Mitton , in the Countie of Glocester Esquire .

SIR , if any worke of this nature be worth the presenting to Friends Worthie , and Noble ; I presume this , will not want much of that value . Other Countrie men haue thought the like worthie of Dukes and Princes acceptations ; Iniusti sdegnij ; Il Pentamento Amorose ; Calisthe , Pastorfido , &c. ( all being but plaies ) were all dedicate to Princes of Italie . And therefore only discourse to shew my loue to your right vertuous and noble disposition ; This poor Comedie ( of many desired to see printed ) I thought not vtterly vnworthie that affectionate designe in me : Well knowing that your free iudgement weighs nothing by the Name , or Forme ; or any vaine estimation of the vulgar ; but will accept acceptable matter , as well in Plaies ; as in many lesse materialls , masking in more serious Titles . And so , till some worke more worthie I can select , and perfect , out of my other Studies , that may better expresse me ; and more fit the grauitie of your ripe inclination , I rest .

Yours at all parts most truly affected . GEO. CHAPMAN .
The Actors . Tharsalio the wooer . Lysander his brother . Thir . Gouernour of Cyprus . Lycas ser . to the widdow Countesse . Argus , Gent. Vsher . 3. Lords suiters to Eudora the widdow Countesse . Hyl. Nephew to Tharsalio , and Sonne to Lysander . Captaine of the watch . 2. Souldiers . Eudora the widdow Countesse . Cynthia , wife to Lysander . Sthenio . Ianthe Gent. attending on Eudora . Ero , waiting woman to Cynthia .
The VViddowes Teares . A COMEDIE .
Actus Primi .
Scoena Prima . THARSALIO Solus , with a Glasse in his hand making readie . THow blinde imperfect Goddesse , that delights ( Like a deepe-reaching Statesman ) to conuerse Only with Fooles : Iealous of knowing spirits ; For feare their piersing Iudgements might discouer Thy inward weaknesse , and despise thy power ; Contemne thee for a Goddesse ; Thou that lad'st Th' vnworthy Asse with gold ; while worth and merit Serue thee for nought ; ( weake Fortune ) I renounce Thy vaine dependance , and conuert my dutie And sacrifices of my sweetest thoughts , To a more Noble Deitie . Sole friend to worth , And Patronesse of all good Spirits , Confidence . Shee be my Guide , and hers the praise of these My worthie vndertakings . Enter Lysander with a Glasse in his hand , Cynthia , Hylus , Ero. Lysand.

MOrrow Brother ; Not readie yet ?

Thar.

No ; I haue somewhat of the Brother in me ; I dare say , your Wife is many times readie , and you not vp . Saue you sister ; how , are you enamoured of my presence ? how like you my aspect ?

Cynth.

Faith no worse then I did last weeke , the weather has nothing chang'd the graine of your complexion .

Thar.

A firme proofe , 't is in graine , and so are not all complexions .

A good Souldiers face Sister .

Cynth.

Made to be worne vnder a Beuer .

Thar.

I , and 't would shew well enough vnder a maske too .

Lysand.

So much for the face .

Thar.

But is there no obiect in this suite to whet your tongue vpon ?

Lysand.

None , but Fortune send you well to weare it : for shee best knowes how you got it .

Thar.

Faith , 't is the portion shee bestowes vpon yonger Brothers , valour , and good clothes : Marry , if you aske how we come by this new suite , I must take time to answere it : for as the Ballad saies , in written Bookes I find it . Brother these are the blossomes of spirit : and I will haue it said for my Fathers honour , that some of his children were truly begotten .

Lysand.

Not all ?

Thar.

Shall I tell you brother that I know will reioyce you ? my former suites haue been all spenders , this shall be a speeder .

Lysand.

A thing to bee heartily wisht ; but brother , take heede you be not gull'd , be not too forward .

Thar.

'T had beene well for me , if you had follow'd that counsaile : You were too forward when you stept into the world before me , and gull'd me of the Land , that my spirits and parts were indeede borne too .

Cynth.

May we not haue the blessing to know the aime of your fortunes , what coast , for heauens loue ?

Thar.

Nay , t is a proiect of State : you may see the preparation ; but the designe lies hidden in the brests of the wise .

Lysand.

May we not know 't ?

Thar.

Not vnlesse you 'le promise mee to laugh at it , for without your applause , I le none .

Lysand.

The qualitie of it may bee such as a laugh will not be ill bestow'd vpon 't ; pray heauen I call not Arsace sister .

Cynth.

What ? the Pandresse ?

Thar.

Know you ( as who knowes not ) the exquisite Ladie of the Palace ? The late Gouernours admired Widdow ? The rich and haughtie Countesse Eudora ? Were not shee a Iewell worth the wearing , if a man knew how to win her ?

Lysand.

How 's that ? how 's that ?

Thar.

Brother , there is a certaine Goddesse called Confidence , that carries a maine stroke in honourable preferments . Fortune waits vpon her ; Cupid is at her becke ; shee sends them both of errands . This Deitie doth promise me much assistance in this businesse .

Lysand.

But if this Deitie should draw you vp in a basket to your Countesses window , and there let you hang for all the wits in the Towne to shoot at : how then ?

Thar.

If shee doe , let them shoote their bolts and spare not : I haue a little Bird in a Cage here that sings me better comfort . What should be the barre ? you 'le say , I was Page to the Count her husband . What of that ? I haue there by one foote in her fauour alreadie ; Shee has taken note of my spirit , and suruaid my good parts , and the picture of them liues in her eie : which sleepe , I know , can not close , till shee haue embrac't the substance .

Lysand.

All this sauors of the blind Goddesse you speake of .

Thar.

Why should I despaire , but that Cupid hath one dart in store for her great Ladiship , as well as for any other huge Ladie , whom she hath made stoope Gallant , to kisse their worthie followers . In a word , I am assured of my speede . Such faire attempts led by a braue resolue , are euermore seconded by Fortune .

Cynth.

But brother ? haue I not heard you say , your own eares haue been witnesse to her vowes , made solemnely to your late Lord ; in memorie of him , to preserue till death , the vnstain'd honour of a Widdowes bed . If nothing else , yet that might coole your confidence .

Thar.

Tush sister , suppose you should protest with solemne oath ( as perhaps you haue done , if euer Heauen heares your praiers , that you may liue to see my Brother nobly interred ) to feede only vpon fish , and not endure the touch of flesh , during the wretched Lent of your miserable life ; would you beleeue it Brother ?

Lysand.

I am therein most confident .

Thar.

Indeed , you had better beleeue it then trie it : but pray Sister tell me , you are a woman : doe not you wiues nod your heads , and smile one vpon an other when yee meete abroade ?

Cynth.

Smile ? why so ?

Thar.

As who should say , are not we mad Wenches , that can lead our blind husbands thus by the noses ? do you not brag amongst your selues how grosly you abuse their honest credulities ? how they adore you for Saints : and you beleeue it ? while you adhorne their temples , and they beleeue it not ? how you vow Widdow-hood in their life time , and they beleeue you , when euen in the sight of their breathlesse corse , ere they be fully cold , you ioine embraces with his Groome , or his Phisition , and perhaps his poisoner ; or at least by the next Moone ( if you can expect so long ) solemnely plight new Hymineall bonds , with a wild , confident , vntamed Ruffine ?

Lysand.

As for example .

Thar.

And make him the top of his house , and soueraign Lord of the Palace , as for example . Looke you Brother , this glasse is mine .

Lysand.

What of that ?

Thar.

While I am with it , it takes impression from my face ; but can I make it so mine , that it shall bee of no vse to any other ? will it not doe his office to you or you : and as well to my Groome as to my selfe ? Brother , Monopolies are cryed downe . Is it not madnes for me to beleeue , when I haue conquer'd that Fort of chastitie the great Countesse ; that if another man of my making , and mettall , shall assault her : her eies and eares should lose their function , her other parts their vse , as if Nature had made her all in vaine , vnlesse I only had stumbl'd into her quarters .

Cynth.

Brother : I feare mee in your trauaile , you haue drunck too much of that Italian aire , that hath infected the whole masse of your ingenuous Nature ; dried vp in you all sap of generous disposition , poisond the very Essence of your soule , and so polluted your senses , that whatsoeuer enters there , takes from them contagion , and is to your fancie represented as foule and tainted , which in it selfe perhaps is spotlesse .

Thar.

No sister , it hath refin'd my senses , and made mee see with cleare eies , and to iudge of obiects , as they truly are , not as they seeme , and through their maske to discerne the true face of thinges . It tells me how short liu'd Widdowes teares are , that their weeping is in truth but laughing vnder a Maske , that they mourne in their Gownes , and laugh in their Sleeues , all which I beleeue as a Delphian Oracle : and am resolu'd to burne in that faith . And in that resolution doe I march to the great Ladie .

Lysand.

You lose time Brother in discourse , by this had you bore vp with the Ladie and clapt her aboord , for I knowe your confidence will not dwell long in the seruice .

Thar.

No , I will performe it in the Conquerours stile . Your way is , not to winne Penelope by suite , but by surprise . The Castle 's carried by a sodaine assault , that would perhaps sit out a twelue-moneths siege . It would bee a good breeding to my yong Nephew here , if hee could procure a stand at the Palace , to see with what alacritie I le a-coast her Countesship , in what garbe I will woo her , with what facilitie I will winne her .

Lysand.

It shall goe hard but wee le heare your entertainement for your confidence sake .

Thar. And hauing wonne her Nephew ; This sweet face Which all the Citie saies , is so like me , Like me shall be preferr'd , for I will wed thee To my great widdowes Daughter and sole Heire , The louely sparke , the bright Laodice . Lysand. A good pleasant dreame . Thar. In this eie I see That fire that shall in me inflame the Mother , And that in this shall set on fire the Daughter . It goes Sir in a bloud ; beleeue me brother , These destinies goe euer in a bloud . Lysand. These diseases doe , brother , take heede of them : Fare you well ; Take heede you be not baffeld . Exeunt . Lys. Cynth. Hyl. Ero. manet Thars . Thar. Now thou that art the third blind Deitie That gouernes earth in all her happinesse , The life of all endowments , Confidence ; Direct and prosper my intention . Command thy seruant Deities , Loue and Fortune To second my attempts for this great Ladie , Whose Page I lately was ; That shee , whose bord I might not sit at , I may boord a bed And vnder bring , who bore so high her head . Exit . Lysander , Lycus . Lyc.

'T Is miraculous that you tell me Sir : he come to woo our Ladie Mistris for his wife ?

Lys.

'T is a phrensie he is possest with , and wil not be cur'd but by some violent remedie . And you shall fauour me so much to make me a spectator of the Scene . But is shee ( say you ) alreadie accessible for Suiters ? I thought shee would haue stood so stifly on her Widdow vow , that shee would not endure the sight of a Suiter .

Lyc.

Faith Sir , Penelope could not barre her gates against her woers , but shee will still be Mistris of her selfe . It is as you know , a certaine Itch in femall bloud , they loue to be su'd to : but shee le hearken to no Suiters .

Lys.

But by your leaue Lycus , Penelope is not so wise as her husband Vlysses , for he fearing the iawes of the Syren , stopt his eares with waxe against her voice . They that feare the Adders sting , will not come neare her hissing . Is any Suiter with her now ?

Lyc.

A Spartan Lord , dating himselfe our great Viceroies Kinsman , and two or three other of his Countrie Lords , as spots in his train . He comes armed with his Altitudes letters in grace of his person , with promise to make her a Duchesse if shee embrace the match . This is no meane attraction to her high thoughts ; but yet shee disdaines him .

Lys.

And how then shall my brother presume of acceptance ? yet I hold it much more vnder her contentment , to marrie such a Nastie braggart , then vnder her honour to wed my brother : A Gentleman ( though I sai 't ) more honourably descended than that Lord : who perhaps , for all his Ancestrie would bee much troubled to name you the place where his Father was borne .

Lyc.

Nay , I hold no comparison betwixt your brother & him . And the Venerean disease , to which they say , he has beene long wedded , shall I hope first rot him , ere shee endure the sauour of his Sulphurous breath . Well , her Ladiship is at hand ; y' are best take you to your stand .

Lys.

Thankes good friend Lycus . Exit .

Enter Argus barehead , with whome another Vsher Lycus ioynes , going ouer the Stage . Hiarbas , and Psorabeus next , Robus single before Eudora , Laodice , Sthenio bearing her traine , Ianthe following . Peb.

I Admire Madame , you can not loue whome the Viceroy loues .

Hiar.

And one whose veines swell so with his bloud , Madam , as they doe in his Lordship .

Pso.

A neare and deare Kinsman his Lordship is to his Altitude , the Viceroy ; In care of whose good speede here . I know his Altitude hath not slept a sound sleepe since his departure .

Eud.

I thanke Venus I haue , euer since he came .

Reb.

You sleepe away your Honour , Madam , if you neglect me .

Hiar.

Neglect your Lordship ? that were a negligence no lesse than disloialtie .

Eud.

I much doubt that Sir , It were rather a presumption to take him , being of the bloud Viceroiall .

Reb.

Not at all , being offered Madame .

Eud.

But offered ware is not so sweet you know . They are the graces of the Viceroy that woo me , not your Lordships , and I conceiue it should be neither Honor nor Pleasure to you , to be taken in for an other mans fauours .

Reb.

Taken in Madam ? you speake as I had no house to hide my head in .

Eud.

I haue heard so indeed , my Lord , vnlesse it be another mans .

Reb.

You haue heard vntruth then ; These Lords can well witnesse I can want no houses .

Hiar.

Nor Palaces neither my Lord .

Pso.

Nor Courts neither .

Eud.

Nor Temples I thinke neither ; I beleeue wee shall haue a God of him .

Enter Tharsalio . Arg.

SEe the bold fellow ; whether will you Sir ?

Thar.

Away way , all honour to you Madam ?

Eud.

How now base companion ?

Thar.

Base Madame : hee s not base that fights as high as your lips .

Eud.

And does that beseeme my seruant ?

Thar.

Your Court-seruant Madam .

Eud.

One that waited on my boord ?

Thar.

That was only a preparation to my weight on your bed Madam .

Eud.

How dar'st thou come to me with such a thought ?

Thar.

Come to you Madam ? I dare come to you at midnight , and bid defiance to the proudest spirit that haunts these your loued shadowes ; and would any way make terrible the accesse of my loue to you .

Eud.

Loue me ? loue my dogge .

Thar.

I am bound to that by the prouerb Madam .

Eud.

Kennell without with him , intrude not here . What is it thou presum'st on ?

Thar.

On your iudgement Madam , to choose a Man , and not a By but , as these are that come with Titles , and Authoritie , as they would conquer , or rauish you . But I come to you with the liberall and ingenuous Graces , Loue , Youth , and Gentrie ; which ( in no more deform'd a person then my selfe ) deserue any Princesse .

Eud.

In your sawcie opinion Sir , and sirha too ; get gone ; and let this malipert humour returne thee no more , for afore heauen I le haue thee tost in blanquets .

Thar.

In blanquets Madam , you must adde your sheetes , and you must be the Toffer .

Reb.

Nay then Sir y' are as grosse as you are sawcie .

Thar.

And all one Sir , for I am neither .

Reb.

Thou art both .

Thar.

Thou liest ; keepe vp your smiter Lord Rebus .

Hiar.

Vsest thou thus his Altitudes Cosen ?

Reb.

The place thou know'st protects thee .

Thar.

Tie vp your valour then till an other place turne me loose to you , you are the Lord ( I take it ) that wooed my great Mistris here with letters from his Altitude ; which while she was reading , your Lordship ( to entertaine time ) strodl'd and skal'd your fingers ; as you would shew what an itching desire you had to get betwixt her sheetes .

Hiar.

Slight , why does your Lordship endure him ?

Reb.

The place , the place my Lord .

Thar.

Be you his Attorney Sir .

Hiar.

What would you doe Sir ?

Thar.

Make thee leape out at window , at which thou cam'st in : Whores-sonne bag-pipe Lords .

Eud.

What rudenesse is this ?

Thar.

What tamenesse is it in you Madam , to sticke at the discarding of such a suiter ? A leane Lord , dub'd with the lard of others ? A diseased Lord too , that opening certaine Magick Characters in an vnlawfull booke , vp-start as many aches in 's bones , as there are ouches in 's skinne . Send him ( Mistris ) to the Widdow your Tennant ; the vertuous Pandresse Arsace . I perceiue he has crownes in 's Purse , that make him proud of a string ; let her pluck the Goose therefore , and her maides dresse him .

Pso.

Still my Lord suffer him ?

Reb.

The place Sir , beleeue it the place .

Thar.

O good Lord Rebus ; The place is neuer like to be yours that you neede respect it so much .

Eud.

Thou wrong'st the noble Gentleman .

Thar.

Noble Gentleman ? A tumor , an impostume hee is Madam ; a very hault-boy , a bag-pipe ; in whom there is nothing but winde , and that none of the sweetest neither .

Eud.

Quitt the House of him by 'thead and Soulders .

Thar.

Thankes to your Honour Madame , and my Lord Cosen the Viceroy shall thanke you .

Reb.

So shall he indeede sir .

Lye. Arg.

Will you be gone sir ?

Thar.

Away poore Fellowes .

Eud. What is he made of ? or what Deuill sees your childish , and effeminate spirits in him , that thus yee shun him ? Free vs of thy sight ; Be gone , or I protest thy life shall goe . Thar. Yet shall my Ghost stay still ; and haunt those beauties , and glories , that haue renderd it immortall . But since I see your bloud runnes ( for the time ) High , in that contradiction that fore-runs Truest agreements ( like the Elements Fighting before they generate ; ) and that Time Must be attended most , in thinges most worth ; I leaue your Honour freely ; and commend That life you threaten , when you please , to be Aduentur'd in your seruice ; so your Honour Require it likewise . Eud. Doe not come againe . Thar. I le come againe , beleeue it , and againe . Exit . Eud.

If he shall dare to come againe , I charge you shut dores vpon him .

Arg. You must shut them ( Madam ) To all men else then , if it please your Honour , For it that any enter , he le be one . Eud. I hope , wise Sir , a Guard will keepe him out . Arg.

Afore Heauen , not a Guard ( an t please your Honour . )

Eud. Thou liest base Asse ; One man enforce a Guard ? I le turne yee all away ( by our Iles Goddesse ) If he but set a foote within my Gates . Lurd. Your Honour shall doe well to haue him poison'd . Hiar. Or begg'd of your Cosen the Viceroy . Exit . Lysander from his stand . Lysand.

This brauing wooer , hath the successe expected ; The fauour I obtain'd , made me witnesse to the sport ; And let his Confidence bee sure , I le giue it him home . The newes by this , is blowne through the foure quarters of the Cittie . Alas good Confidence : but the happinesse is he has a forehead of proofe ; the staine shall neuer stick there whatsoeuer his reproch be .

Enter Tharsalio . Lysand. WHat ? in discourse ? Thar. Hell and the Furies take this vile encounter . Who would imagine this Saturnian Peacock Could be so barbarous to vse a spirit Of my direction , with such loued respect ? Fore heauen it cuts my gall ; but I le dissemble it . Lysand. What ? my noble Lord ? Thar. Well Sir , that may be yet , and meanes to be . Lysand.

What meanes your Lordship then to hang that head that hath beene so erected ; it knocks Sir at your bosome to come in and hide it selfe .

Thar.

Not a iot .

Lysand.

I hope by this time it needes feare no hornes .

Thar.

Well Sir , but yet that blessing runs not alwaies in a bloud .

Lysand.

What blanqueted ? O the Gods ! spurn'd out by Groomes like a base Bisogno ? thrust out by 'th head and shoulders ?

Thar.

You doe well Sir to take your pleasure of me , ( I may turne tables with you ere long . )

Lysand.

What has thy wits fine engine taken cold ? art stuff't int h head ? canst answere nothing ?

Thar.

Truth is , I tooke my entertainment the better that 't was no better .

Lysand.

Now the Gods forbid that this opinion should run in a bloud .

Thar.

Haue not you heard this principle , All thinges by strife engender .

Lysand.

Dogges and Cats doe .

Thar.

And men and women too .

Lysand.

Well Brother , in earnest , you haue now set your confidence to schoole , from whence I hope 't has brought home such a lesson as will instruct his master neuer after to begin such attempts as end in laughter .

Thar.

What Sir , you lesson my Confidence still ; I pray heauens your confidence haue not more shallow ground ( for that I know ) then mine you reprehend so .

Lysand.

My confidence ? in what ?

Thar.

May be you trust too much .

Lysand.

Wherein ?

Thar.

In humane frailtie .

Lysand.

Why brother know you ought that may impeach my confidence , as this successe may yours ? hath your obseruation discouered any such frailtie in my wife ( for that is your aime I know ) then let me know it .

Thar.

Good , good . Nay Brother , I write no bookes of Obseruations , let your confidence beare out it selfe , as mine shall me .

Lysand.

That 's scarce a Brothers speech . If there be ought wherein your Brothers good might any way be question'd can you conceale it from his bosome ?

Thar.

So , so . Nay my saying was but generall . I glanc't at no particular .

Lysand.

Then must I presse you further . You spake ( as to your selfe , but yet I ouer-heard ) as if you knew some disposition of weaknesse where I most had fixt my trust . I challenge you to let me know what t' was .

Thar.

Brother ? are you wise ?

Lysand.

Why ?

Thar.

Be ignorant . Did you neuer heare of Actaeon ?

Lysand.

What then ?

Thar.

Curiositie was his death . He could not be content to adore Diana in her Temple , but he must needes dogge her to her retir'd pleasures , and see her in her nakednesse . Doe you enioy the sole priuiledge of your wiues bed ? haue you no pretie Paris for your Page ? No mysticall Adonis to front you there ?

Lysand.

I thinke none : I know not .

Thar.

Know not still Brother . Ignorance and credulitie are your sole meanes to obtaine that blessing . You see your greatest Clerkes , your wisest Politicians , are not that way fortunate , your learned Lawyers would lose a dozen poore mens causes to gaine a lease an t , but for a Terme . Your Phisition is ielous of his . Your Sages in generall , by seeing too much ouersee that happinesse . Only your block-headly Tradesman ; your honest meaning Cittizen ; your not-headed Countrie Gentleman ; your vnapprehending Stinckerd is blest with the sole prerogatiue of his Wiues chamber . For which he is yet beholding , not to his starres , but to his ignorance . For if he be wise , Brother , I must tell you the case alters .

How doe you relish these thinges Brother ?

Lysand.

Passing ill .

Thar.

So do sick men solid meates : hearke you brother , are you not ielous ?

Lysand.

No : doe you know cause to make me ?

Thar.

Hold you there ; did your wife neuer spice your broth with a dramme of sublimate ? hath shee not yeelded vp the Fort of her Honour to a staring Soldado ? and ( taking courage from her guilt ) plaid open banckrout of all shame , and runne the Countrie with him ? Then blesse your Starres , bow your knees to Iuno . Looke where shee appeares .

Enter Cynthia , Hylus . Cynth.

We haue sought you long Sir , there 's a Messenger within , hath brought you letters from the Court , and desires your speech .

Lysand.

I can discouer nothing in her lookes . Goe , I le not be long .

Cynth.

Sir , it is of weight the bearer saies : and besides , much hastens his departure . Honourable Brother ! crie mercie ! what , in a Conquerours stile ? but come and ouercome ?

Thar.

A fresh course .

Cynth.

Alas you see of how sleight mettall Widdowes vowes are made .

Thar.

And that shall you proue too ere long .

Cynth.

Yet for the honour of our sexe , boast not abroade this your easie conquest ; another might perhaps haue staid longer below staires , but vpon your confidence , that surpris'd her loue .

Hyl.

My vncle hath instructed me how to accoast an honorable Ladie ; to win her , not by suite , but by surprise .

Thar.

The Whelp and all .

Hyl.

Good Vncle let not your neare Honours change your manners , bee not forgetfull of your promise to mee , touching your Ladies daughter Laodice . My fancie runns so vpon 't , that I dreame euery night of her .

Thar.

A good chicken , goe thy waies , thou hast done well ; eate bread with thy meate .

Cynth.

Come Sir , will you in ?

Lysand.

I le follow you .

Cynth.

I le not stirre a foot without you . I can not satisfie the messengers impatience .

Lys.

He takes Thar. aside . Wil you not resolue me brother ?

Thar.

Of what ? Lysander stamps and goes out vext with Cynth. Hyl. Ero. So , there 's venie for venie , I haue giuen 't him 'i th place speeding for all his confidence . Well out of this perhaps there may bee moulded matter of more mirth , then my baffling . It shall goe hard but I le make my constant sister act as famous a Scene as Virgil did his Mistris ; who caus'd all the Fire in Rome to faile so ; that none could light a torch but at her nose . Now forth : At this house dwells a vertuous Dame , sometimes of worthy Fame , now like a decai'd Merchant turn'd Broker , and retailes refuse commodities for vnthriftie Gallants . Her wit I must imploy vpon this businesse to prepare my next encounter , but in such a fashion as shall make all split . Ho ? Madam Arsace ? pray heauen the Oister-wiues haue not brought the newes of my woing hether amongst their stale Pilcherds .

Enter Arsace , Tomasin . Ars.

WHat ? my Lord of the Palace ?

Thar.

Looke you .

Ars.

Why , this was done like a beaten Souldier .

Thar.

Hearke , I must speake with you . I haue a share for you in this riche aduenture . You must bee the Asse chardg'd with Crownes to make way to the Fort , and I the Conquerour to follow , and seise it . Seest thou this iewell ?

Ars.

Is 't come to that ? why Tomasin .

Tom.

Madam .

Ars.

Did not one of the Countesses Seruing-men tell vs that this Gentleman was sped ?

Tom.

That he did , and how her honour grac't and entertained him in very familiar manner .

Ars.

And brought him downe staires her selfe .

Tom.

I forsooth , and commanded her men to beare him out of dores .

Thar.

Slight , pelted with rotten egges ?

Ars.

Nay more , that he had alreadie possest her sheetes .

Tom.

No indeede Mistris , t was her blanquets .

Thar.

Out you yong hedge-sparrow , learne to tread afore you be fledge . He kicks her out :

Well haue you done now Ladie . Ars. O my sweet kilbuck . Thar.

You now , in your shallow pate , thinke this a disgrace to mee , such a disgrace as is a batterd helmet on a souldiers head , it doubles his resolution . Say , shall I vse thee ?

Ars.

Vse me ?

Thar.

O holy reformation ! how art thou fallen downe from the vpper-bodies of the Church to the skirts of the Citie ! honestie is stript out of his true substance into verball nicetie . Common sinners startle at common termes , and they that by whole mountaines swallow downe the deedes of darknesse ; A poore mote of a familiar word , makes them turne vp the white o' th eie . Thou art the Ladies Tennant .

Ars.

For terme Sir .

Thar.

A good induction , be successefull for me , make me Lord of the Palace , and thou shalt hold thy Tenement to thee and thine eares for euer , in free smockage , as of the manner of Panderage , prouided alwaies .

Arsa.

Nay if you take me vnprouided .

Thar.

Prouided I say , that thou mak'st thy repaire to her presently with a plot I will instruct thee in ; and for thy surer accesse to her greatnesse , thou shalt present her , as from thy selfe with this iewell .

Arsa.

So her old grudge , stand not betwixt her and me .

Thar. Feare not that . Presents are present cures for femall grudges , Make bad , seeme-good ; alter the case with Iudges . Exit . Finis Actus Primi .
Actus Secundi .
Scoena Prima . Lysander , Tharsalio . Lysand.

SO now we are our selues . Brother , that ill relisht speech you let slip from your tongue , hath taken so deepe hold of my thoughts , that they will neuer giue me rest , till I be resolu'd what 't was you said , you know , touching my wife .

Thars.

Tush : I am wearie of this subiect , I said not so .

Lysand.

By truth it selfe you did : I ouer-heard you . Come , it shall nothing moue me , whatsoeuer it be ; pray thee vnfold briefly what you know .

Thars.

Why briefly Brother . I know my sister to be the wonder of the Earth ; and the Enuie of the Heauens . Vertuous , Loiall , and what not . Briefly , I know shee hath vow'd , that till death and after death , shee le hold inuiolate her bonds to you , & that her black shal take no other hew ; all which I firmely beleeue . In briefe Brother , I know her to be a woman . But you know brother , I haue other yrons on th' anuile . Exiturus .

Lysand.

You shall not leaue mee so vnsatisfied ; tell mee what t is you know .

Thar.

Why Brother ; if you be sure of your wiues loialtie for terme of life : why should you be curious to search the Almanacks for after-times : whether some wandring Aeneas should enioy your reuersion ; or whether your true Turtle would sit mourning on a wither'd branch , till Atropos cut her throat : Beware of curiositie , for who can resolue you ? you le say perhaps her vow .

Lysand.

Perhaps I shall .

Thar.

Tush , her selfe knowes not what shee shall doe , when shee is transform'd into a Widdow . You are now a sober and staid Gentleman . But if Diana for your curiositie should translate you into a monckey ; doe you know what gambolds you should play ? your only way to bee resolu'd is to die and make triall of her .

Lysand.

A deare experiment , then I must rise againe to bee resolu'd .

Thar.

You shall not neede . I can send you speedier aduertisement of her constancie , by the next Ripier that rides that way with Mackerell . And so I leaue you .

Exit . Thar. Lysand. All the Furies in hell attend thee ; has giuen me a Bone to tire on with a pestilence ; slight know ? What can he know ? what can his eie obserue More then mine owne , or the most piersing sight That euer viewed her ? by this light I thinke Her priuat'st thought may dare the eie of heauen , And challenge th' enuious world to witnesse it . I know him for a wild corrupted youth , Whom prophane Ruffins , Squires to Bawds , & Strumpets , Drunkards , speud out of Tauerns , into 'th sinkes Of Tap-houses , and Stewes , Reuolts from manhood ; Debaucht perdu's , haue by their companies Turn'd Deuill like themselues , and stuft his soule With damn'd opinions , and vnhallowed thoughts Of womanhood , of all humanitie , Nay Deitie it selfe . Enter Lycus . Lys.

WElcome friend Lycus .

Lyc.

Haue you met with your capricious brother ?

Lys.

He parted hence but now .

Lyc.

And has he yet resolu'd you of that point you brake with me about ?

Lys.

Yes , he bids me die for further triall of her constancie .

Lyc.

That were a strange Phisicke for a iealous patient ; to cure his thirst with a draught of poison . Faith Sir , discharge your thoughts an 't ; thinke 't was but a Buzz deuis'd by him to set your braines a work , and diuert your eie from his disgrace . The world hath written your wife in highest lines of honour'd Fame : her vertues so admir'd in this I le , as the report thereof sounds in forraigne eares ; and strangers oft arriuing here , ( as some rare sight ) desire to view her presence , thereby to compare the Picture with the originall . Nor thinke he can turne so farre rebell to his bloud ,

Or to the Truth it selfe to misconceiue Her spotlesse loue and loialtie ; perhaps Oft hauing heard you hold her faith so sacred As you being dead , no man might stirre a sparke Of vertuous loue , in way of second bonds ; As if you at your death should carrie with you Both branch and roote of all affection . T' may be , in that point hee 's an Infidell , And thinkes your confidence may ouer-weene . Lys. So thinke not I . Lyc. Nor I : if euer any made it good . I am resolu'd of all , shee le proue no changling . Lys. Well , I must yet be further satisfied ; And vent this humour by some straine of wit , Somewhat I le doe ; but what , I know not yet . Exeunt . Enter Sthenio , Ianthe . Sthe.

PAssion of Virginitie , Ianthe , how shall we quit our selues of this Pandresse , that is so importunate to speake with vs ? Is shee knowne to be a Pandresse ?

Ian.

I , as well as we are knowne to be waiting women .

Sthe.

A shrew take your comparison .

Sthe.

Le ts cal out Argus that bold Asse that neuer weighs what he does or saies ; but walkes and talkes like one in a sleepe ; to relate her attendance to my Ladie , and present her .

Ian. Who ? an t please your Honour ? None so fit to set on any dangerous exploit . Ho ? Argus ? Enter Argus bare . Arg.

WHat 's the matter Wenches ?

Sthe.

You must tell my Ladie here 's a Gentle-woman call'd Arsace , her Honours Tennant , attends her , to impart important businesse to her .

Arg.

I will presently . Exit . Arg.

Iant.

Well , shee has a welcome present , to beare out her vnwelcome presence : and I neuer knew but a good gift would welcome a bad person to the purest . Arsace ?

Enter Arsace . Ars.

I Mistris .

Sthe.

Giue me your Present ; I le doe all I can , to make way both for it and your selfe .

Ars.

You shall binde me to your seruice Ladie .

Sthe.

Stand vnseene .

Enter Lyc , Eudora , Laodice , Reb , Hiar Psor. comming after , Argus comming to Eudora . Arg. HEre 's a Gentle-woman ( an t Please your Honour ) one of your Tennants Desires accesse to you . Eud. What Tennant ? what 's her name ? Arg. Arsace , shee saies Madam . Eud. Arsace ? what the Bawde ? Arg.

The Bawd Madam ? shee strikes , that 's without my priuitie .

Eud.

Out Asse , know'st not thou the Pandresse Arsace ?

Sth.

Shee present your Honour with this Iewell ?

Eud. This iewell ? how came shee by such a iewell ? Shee has had great Customers . Arg. Shee had neede Madam , shee sits at a great Rent . Eud.

Alas for your great Rent : I le keepe her iewell , and keepe you her out , yee were best : speake to me for a Pandresse ?

Arg.

What shall we doe ?

Sthe.

Goe to ; Let vs alone . Arsace ?

Ars.

I Ladie .

Sthe.

You must pardon vs , we can not obtaine your accesse .

Ars.

Mistris Sthenio , tell her Honour , if I get not accesse to her , and that instantly shee 's vndone .

Sthe.

This is some-thing of importance . Madam , shee sweares your Honour is vndone if she speake not with you instantly .

Eud.

Vndone ?

Ars.

Pray her for her Honours sake to giue mee instant accesse to her .

Sthe.

Shee makes her businesse your Honour Madame , and entreates for the good of that , her instant speech with you .

Eud.

How comes my Honour in question ? Bring her to mee .

Enter Arsace . Ars.

OVr Cypriane Goddesse saue your good Honor .

Eud.

Stand you off I pray : How dare you Mistris importune accesse to me thus , considering the last warning I gaue for your absence ?

Ars.

Because , Madam , I haue been mou'd by your Honours last most chast admonition , to leaue the offensiue life . I led before .

Eud.

I ? haue you left it then ?

Ars.

I , I assure your Honour , vnlesse it be for the pleasure of two or three poore Ladies , that haue prodigall Knights to their husbands .

Eud.

Out on thee Impudent .

Ars.

Alas Madam , wee would all bee glad to liue in our callings .

Eud.

Is this the reform'd life thou talk'st on ?

Ars.

I beseech your good Honour mistake me not , I boast of nothing but my charitie , that 's the worst .

Eud.

You get these iewels with charitie , no doubt . But what 's the point in which my Honour stands endanger'd I pray ?

Ars.

In care of that Madam , I haue presum'd to offend your chast eies with my presence . Hearing it reported for truth and generally , that your Honor will take to husband a yong Gentleman of this Citie called Tharsalio .

Eud.

I take him to husband ?

Ars.

If your Honour does , you are vtterly vndone , for hee 's the most incontinent , and insatiate Man of Women that euer VENVS blest with abilitie to please them .

Eud.

Let him be the Deuill ; I abhorre his thought , and could I be inform'd particularly of any of these slanderers of mine Honour , he should as dearely dare it , as any thing wherein his life were endanger'd .

Ars.

Madam , the report of it is so strongly confident , that I feare the strong destinie of marriage is at worke in it . But if it bee Madam : Let your Honours knowne vertue resist and defie it for him : for not a hundred will serue his one turne . I protest to your Honour , When ( VENVS pardon mee ) I winckt at my vnmaidenly exercise . I haue knowne nine in a Night made mad with his loue .

Eud.

What tell'st thou mee of his loue ? I tell thee I abhorre him ; and destinie must haue an other mould for my thoughts , then Nature or mine Honour , and a Witchcraft aboue both , to transforme mee to another shape , as soone as to an other conceipt of him .

Ars.

Then is your good Honour iust as I pray for you , and good Madam , euen for your vertues sake , and comfort of all your Dignities , and Possessions ; fixe your whole Woman-hood against him . Hee will so inchant you , as neuer man did woman : Nay a Goddesse ( say his light huswiues ) is not worthie of his sweetnesse .

Eud.

Goe to , be gone .

Ars.

Deare Madam , your Honours most perfect admonitions haue brought mee to such a hate of these imperfections , that I could not but attend you with my dutie , and vrge his vnreasonable manhood to the fill .

Eud.

Man-hood , quoth you ?

Ars.

Nay Beastly-hood , I might say , indeede Madam , but for sauing your Honour ; Nine in a night said I ?

Eud.

Goe to , no more .

Ars.

No more Madame ? that 's enough one would thinke .

Eud.

Well be gone I bid thee .

Ars.

Alas Madam , your Honour is the chiefe of our Citie , and to whom shall I complaine of these inchastities , ( being your Ladiships reform'd Tennant ) but to you that are chastest ?

Eud.

I pray thee goe thy waies , and let me see this reformation you pretend continued .

Ars.

I humbly thanke your good Honour , that was first cause of it .

Eud.

Here 's a complaint as strange as my Suiter .

Ars.

I beseech your good Honour thinke vpon him , make him an example .

Eud.

Yet againe ?

Ars.

All my dutie to your Excellence . Exit . Ars.

Eud.

These sorts of licentious persons , when they are once reclaim'd , are most vehement against licence . But it is the course of the world to dispraise faults & vse them ; that so we may vse them the safer . What might a wise Widdow resolue vpon this point now ? Contentment is the end of all wordly beings : Beshrow her ; would shee had spared her newes . Exit .

Reb.

See if shee take not a contrarie way to free her selfe of vs .

Hiar.

You must complaine to his Altitude .

Psor. All this for triall is ; you must indure That will haue wiues , nought else , with them is sure . Exit . Tharsalio , Arsace . Thar.

HAst thou beene admitted then ?

Ars.

Admitted ? I , into her heart , I le able it ; neuer was man so prais'd with a dispraise ; nor so spoken for in being rail'd on . I le giue you my word ; I haue set her hart vpon as tickle a pin as the needle of a Diall ; that will neuer let it rest , till it be in the right position .

Thar,

Why dost thou imagine this ?

Ars.

Because I saw Cupid shoot in my wordes , and open his wounds in her lookes . Her bloud went and came of errands betwixt her face and her heart ; and these changes I can tell you are shrewd tell-tales .

Thar.

Thou speak'st like a Doctrisse in thy facultie ; but howsoeuer , for all this foile , I le retriue the game once againe , hee 's a shallow gamster that for one displeasing cast giues vp so faire a game for lost .

Ars.

Well , 't was a villanous inuention of thine , and had a swift operation , it tooke like sulphure . And yet this vertuous Countesse hath to my eare spun out many a tedious lecture of pure sisters thred against concupiscence . But euer with such an affected zeale , as my minde gaue me , shee had a kinde of secret titillation to grace my poore house sometimes ; but that shee fear'd a spice of the Sciatica , which as you know euer runs in the bloud .

Thar.

And as you know , sokes into the bones . But to say truth , these angrie heates that breake out at the lips of these streight lac't Ladies , are but as symptoms of a lustfull feuer that boiles within them . For wherefore rage wiues at their husbands so , when they flie out , for zeale against the sinne ?

Ars.

No , but because they did not purge that sinne .

Thar.

Th' art a notable Syren , and I sweare to thee , if I prosper , not only to giue thee thy mannor-house gratis , but to marrie thee to some one Knight or other , and burie thy trade in thy Ladiship : Goe be gone . Exit . Ars.

Enter Lycus . Thar.

WHat newes Lycus ? where 's the Ladie ?

Lyc.

Retir'd into her Orchard .

Thar.

A pregnant badge of loue , shee 's melancholy .

Lyc.

'T is with the sight of her Spartane wooer . But howsoeuer t is with her , you haue practis'd strangely vpon your Brother .

Thar.

Why so ?

Lyc.

You had almost lifted his wit off the hinges . That sparke ielousie falling into his drie melancholy braines , had well neare set the whole house on fire .

Thar.

No matter , let it worke ; I did but pay him in 's owne coine ; Sfoot hee plied me with such a volley of vnseason'd scoffs , as would haue made Patience it selfe turne Ruffine , attiring it selfe in wounds and bloud : but is his humour better qualified then ?

Lyc.

Yes , but with a medicine ten parts more dangerous then the sicknesse : how know you strange his dotage euer was on his wife ; taking speciall glorie to haue her loue and loialtie to him so renowm'd abrode . To whom shee oftentimes hath vow'd constancie after life , till her owne death had brought forsooth , her widdow-troth to bed . This he ioi'd in strangely , and was therein of infallible beliefe , till your surmise began to shake it ; which hath loos'd it so , as now there 's nought can settle it , but a triall , which hee 's resolu'd vpon .

Thar.

As how man ? as how ?

Lyc.

Hee is resolu'd to follow your aduise , to die , and make triall of her stablenesse , and you must lend your hand to it .

Thar.

What to cut 's throat ?

Lyc.

To forge a rumour of his death , to vphold it by circumstance , maintaine a publike face of mourning , and all thinges appertaining .

Thar.

I , but the meanes man : what time ? what probabilitie .

Lyc.

Nay , I thinke he has not lickt his Whelpe into full shape yet , but you shall shortly heare an t .

Thar.

And when shall this strange conception see light ?

Lyc.

Forthwith : there 's nothing staies him , but some odde businesse of import , which hee must winde vp ; least perhaps his absence by occasion of his intended triall bee prolonged aboue his aimes .

Thar.

Thankes for this newes i' faith . This may perhaps proue happie to my Nephew . Truth is I loue my sister well and must acknowledge her more then ordinarie vertues . But shee hath so possest my brothers heart with vowes , and disauowings , seal'd with oathes of second nuptialls ; as in that confidence , hee hath inuested her in all his state , the ancient inheritance of our Familie : and left my Nephew and the rest to hang vpon her pure deuotion ; so as he dead , and shee matching ( as I am resolu'd shee will ) with some yong Prodigall ; what must ensue , but her post-issue beggerd , and our house alreadie sinking , buried quick in ruin . But this triall may remoue it , and since t is come to this ; marke but the issue Lycus , for all these solemne vowes , if I doe not make her proue in the handling as weake as a wafer ; say I lost my time in trauaile . This resolution then has set his wits in ioynt againe , hee 's quiet .

Lyc.

Yes , and talkes of you againe in the fairest manner , listens after your speede .

Thar.

Nay hee 's passing kinde , but I am glad of this triall for all that .

Lyc.

Which he thinkes to be a flight beyond your wing .

Thar.

But hee will change that thought ere long . My Bird you saw euen now , sings me good newes , and makes hopefull signes to me .

Lyc.

Somewhat can I say too , since your messengers departure , her Ladiship hath beene something alter'd , more pensiue then before , and tooke occasion to question of you , what your addictions were ? of what tast your humor was ? of what cut you wore your wit , and all this in a kind of disdainefull scorne .

Thar.

Good Callenders Lycus . Well I le pawne this iewell with thee , my next encounter shall quite alter my brothers iudgement . Come le ts in , he shall commend it for a discreet and honourable attempt . Mens iudgments sway on that side fortune leanes , Thy wishes shall assist me :

Lyc.

And my meanes . Exeunt .

Argus , Clinias , Sthenio , Ianthe . Arg.

I Must confesse I was ignorant , what 't was to court a Ladie till now .

Sthe.

And I pray you what is it now ?

Arg.

To court her I perceiue , is to woo her with letters from Court , for so this Spartane Lords Court discipline teacheth .

Sth.

His Lordship hath procur'd a new Pacquet from his Altitude .

Clin.

If he bring no better ware then letters in 's pacquet , I shall greatly doubt of his good speede .

Ian.

If his Lordship did but know how gracious his Aspect is to my Ladie in this solitarie humour .

Clin.

Well these retir'd walkes of hers are not vsuall ; and bode some alteration in her thoughts . What may bee the cause Sthenio .

Sthe.

Nay t would trouble Argus with his hundred eies to descrie the cause .

Ian.

Venus keepe her vpright , that shee fall not from the state of her honour ; my feare is that some of these Serpentine suiters will tempt her from her constant vow of widdow-hood . If they doe , good night to our good daies .

Sthe.

'T were a sinne to suspect her ; I haue been witnesse to so many of her fearfull protestations to our late Lord against that course , to her infinite oathes imprinted on his lips , and seal'd in his heart with such imprecations to her bed , if euer it should receiue a second impression , to her open and often detestations of that incestuous life ( as shee term'd it ) of widdowes marriages , as being but a kinde of lawfull adulterie ; like vsurie permitted by the law , not approu'd . That to wed a second , was no better then to cuckold the first : That women should entertaine wedlock as one bodie , as one life , beyond which there were no desire , no thought , no repentance from it , no restitution to it . So as if the conscience of her vowes should not restraine her , yet the worlds shame to breake such a constant resolution , should represse any such motion in her .

Arg.

Well , for her vowes , they are gone to heauen with her husband , they binde not vpon earth : And as for Womens resolutions , I must tell you , The Planets , & ( as Ptolomie saies ) the windes haue a great stroke in them . Trust not my learning if her late strangenesse , and exorbitant solitude , be not hatching some new Monster .

Ian.

Well applied Argus ; Make you husbands Monsters ?

Arg.

I spoke of no husbands , but you Wenches haue the pregnant wits , to turne Monsters into husbands , as you turne husbands into monsters .

Sthe.

Well Ianthe , 't were high time we made in , to part our Ladie and her Spartane wooer .

Ian.

We shall appeare to her like the two fortunate Stars in a tempest , to saue the shipwrack of her patience .

Sthe.

I , and to him to , I beleeue ; For by this time he hath spent the last dramme of his newes .

Arg.

That is , of his wit .

Sth.

Iust good wittals .

Ian.

If not , that my Ladie be not . too deep in her new dumps , we shall heare from his Lordship ; what such a Lord said of his wife the first night hee embrac't her : To what Gentleman such a Count was beholding for his fiue children . What yong Ladie , such an old Count should marrie ; what Reuells : what presentments are towards ; and who penn'd the Pegmas ; and so forth : and yet for all this , I know her harsh Suiter hath tir'd her to the vttermost scruple of her forbearances , and will doe more , vnlesse we two , like a paire of Sheres , cut a-sunder the thred of his discourse .

Sthe.

Well then , le ts in ; But my masters , waite you on your charge at your perils , See that you guard her approch from any more intruders .

Ian.

Excepting yong Tharsalio .

Sthe.

True , excepting him indeede , for a guard of men is not able to keepe him out an t please your Honour .

Arg.

O Wenches , that 's the propertie of true valour , to promise like Pigmey , and performe like a Giant . If hee come , I le bee sworne I le doe my Ladies commandement vpon him .

Ian.

What ? beate him out ?

Sthe.

If hee should , Tharsalio would not take it ill at his handes , for he does but his Ladies commandement .

Enter Tharsalio . Arg.

WEll , by Hercules he comes not here .

Sthe.

By Venus but hee does : or else shee hath heard my Ladies praiers , and sent some gracious spirit in his likenesse to fright away that Spartane wooer , that hants her .

Thar.

There stand her Sentinells .

Arg.

Slight the Ghost appeares againe .

Thar.

Saue yee my quondam fellowes in Armes ; saue yee ; my women .

Sthe.

Your Women Sir ?

Thar.

'T will be so . What no courtesies ? No preparation of grace ? obserue me I aduise you for your owne sakes .

Ian.

For your owne sake , I aduise you to pack hence , lest your impudent valour cost you dearer then you thinke .

Clin.

What senselesse boldnesse is this Tharsalio ?

Arg.

Well said Clinias , talke to him .

Clin.

I wonder that notwithstanding the shame of your last entertainment , and threatnings of worse ; you would yet presume to trouble this place againe .

Thar.

Come y' are a widgine ; Off with your hat Sir , acknowledge : forecast is better then labour . Are you squint ey'd ? can you not see afore you . A little foresight I can tell you might sted you much as the Starres shine now .

Clin.

'T is well sir , t is not for nothing your brother is asham'd on you . But Sir , you must know , wee are chardg'd to barre your entrance .

Thar.

But Wifler , know you , that who so shall dare to execute that charge , I le be his Executioner .

Arg.

By Ioue , Clinias , me thinks , the Gentleman speakes very honourably .

Thar.

Well I see this house needes reformation , here 's a fellow stands behind now , of a forwarder insight then yee all . What place hast thou ?

Arg.

What place you please Sir .

Thar.

Law you Sir . Here 's a fellow to make a Gentleman Vsher Sir , I discharge you of the place , and doe here inuest thee into his roome , Make much of thy haire , thy wit will suit it rarely . And for the full possession of thine office ; Come , Vsher me to thy Ladie : and to keep thy hand supple , take this from me .

Arg.

No bribes Sir , an t please your Worship .

Thar.

Goe to , thou dost well ; but pocket it for all that ; it 's no impaire to thee : the greatest doo 't .

Arg.

Sir , t is your loue only that I respect , but since out of your loue you please to bestow it vpon me , It were want of Courtship in mee to refuse it ; I le acquaint my Ladie with your comming . Exit . Arg.

Thar.

How say by this ? haue not I made a fit choise , that hath so soone attain'd the deepest mysterie of his profession : Good sooth Wenches , a few courtsies had not beene cast away vpon your new Lord .

Sthe.

Wee le beleeue that , when our Ladie has a new Sonne of your getting .

Enter Argus , Eudora , Rebus , Hiar . Psor. Eud.

WHat 's the matter ? whos 's that , you say , is come ?

Arg.

The bold Gentleman , an t please your Honour .

Eud.

Why thou flering Asse thou .

Arg.

An t please your Honour .

Eud.

Did not I forbid his approch by all the charge and dutie of thy seruice ?

Thar.

Madam , this fellow only is intelligent ; for he truly vnderstood your command according to the stile of the Court of Venus ; that is , by contraries : when you forbid you bid .

Eud.

By heauen I le discharge my house of yee all .

Thar.

You shall not neede Madame , for I haue alreadie casheer'd your officious Vsher here , and chos'd this for his Successor .

Eud.

O incredible boldnesse !

Thar.

Madam , I come not to command your loue with enforst letters , nor to woo you with tedious stories of my Pedigree , as hee who drawes the thred of his descent from Ledas Distaffe ; when 't is well knowne his Grandsire cried Coniskins in Sparta .

Reb.

Whom meane you Sir ?

Thar.

Sir , I name none , but him who first shall name himselfe .

Reb.

The place Sir , I tell you still ; and this Goddesses faire presence , or else my reply should take a farre other forme vpon 't .

Thar.

If it should Sir , I would make your Lordship an anser .

Arg.

Anser's Latine for a Goose , an t please your honor .

Eud.

Well noted Gander ; and what of that ?

Arg.

Nothing , an t please your Honor , but that he said he would make his Lordship an answere .

Eud.

Thus euery foole mocks my poore Suiter . Tell mee thou most frontlesse of all me , did'st thou ( when thou had'st meanes to note me best ) euer obserue so base a temper in mee , as to giue any glance at stooping to my Vassall ?

Thar.

Your drudge Madam , to doe your drudgerie .

Eud.

Or am I now so skant of worthie Suiters , that may aduance mine honour ; aduance my estate ; strengthen my alliance ( if I list to wed ) that I must stoop to make my foot my head .

Thar.

No but your side , to keepe you warme a bed . But Madame vouchsafe me your patience to that points serious answere . Though I confesse to get higher place in your graces , I could wish my fortunes more honourable ; my person more gratious ; my minde more adorn'd with Noble and Heroicall vertues , yet Madame ( that you thinke not your bloud disparadg'd by mixture with mine ) daine to know this : howsoeuer I once , only for your loue , disguis'd my selfe in the seruice of your late Lord and mine , yet my descent is as honourable as the proudest of your Spartane attempters ; who by vnknown quills or conduits vnder ground , drawes his Pedigree from Lycurgus his great Toe , to the Viceroies little finger , and from thence to his owne elbow , where it will neuer leaue itching .

Reb.

T is well Sir , presume still of the place .

Thar.

Sfoot Madame , am I the first great personage that hath stoopt to disguises for loue ? what thinke you of our Countrie-man Hercules ; that for loue put on Omphales Apron , and sate spinning amongst her Wenches , while his Mistris wore his Lyons skin and Lamb-skin'd him , if he did not his businesse .

Eud.

Most fitly thou resembl'st thy selfe to that violent Atlas , that claim'd all other mens possessions as his owne by his meere valour . For what lesse hast thou done ? Come into my house , beate away these Honourable persons ?

Thar.

That I will Madam . Hence yee Sparta Veluet .

Psor.

Hold , shee did not meane so .

Thar.

Away I say , or leaue your liues I protest here .

Hiar.

Well Sir , his Altitude shall know you .

Reb.

I le doe your errand Sir . Exeunt .

Thar.

Doe good Cosen Altitude ; and beg the reuersion of the next Ladie : for Dido has betrotht her loue to me . By this faire hand Madam , a faire riddance of this Calidonian Bore .

Eud.

O most prodigious audaciousnesse !

Thar.

True Madam ; O fie vpon am , they are intollerable . And I can not but admire your singular vertue of patience , not common in your sexe ; and must therefore carrie with it some rare indowment of other Masculine and Heroicall vertues . To heare á rude Spartane court so ingenuous a Ladie , with dull newes from Athens , or the Vicerois court ; how many dogs were spoil'd at the last Bull-baiting ; what Ladies dub'd their husbands Knights , and so forth .

Eud.

But hast thou no shame ? No sense of what disdain I shew'd thee in my last entertainment ? chacing thee from my presence , and charging thy dutie , not to attempt the like intrusion for thy life ; and dar'st thou yet approch mee in this vnmannerly manner ? No question this desperate boldnesse can not choose but goe accompanied with other infinite rudenesses .

Thar.

Good Madam , giue not the Child an vnfit name , terme it not boldnes , which the Sages call true confidence , founded on the most infallible Rocke of a womans constancie .

Eud.

If shame can not restraine thee , tell mee yet if any brainlesse foole would haue tempted the danger attending thy approch .

Thar.

No Madam , that proues I am no Foole : Then had I been here a Foole , and a base low-sprited Spartan , if for a Ladies froune , or a Lords threates , or for a Guard of Groomes , I should haue shrunke in the wetting , and suffer'd such a delicious flower to perish in the stalke , or to be sauadgely pluckt by a prophane finger . No Madam : First let me be made a Subiect for disgrace ; let your remorselesse Guard seaze on my despised bodie , bind me hand and foot , and hurle me into your Ladiships bed .

Eud.

O Gods : I protest thou dost more and more make me admire thee .

Thar.

Madam , ignorance is the mother of admiration : know me better , and you le admire me lesse .

Eud.

What would'st thou haue mee know ? what seekes thy comming ? why dost thou hant me thus ?

Thar.

Only Madam , that the Aetna of my sighes , and Nilus of my teares , pour'd forth in your presence , might witnesse to your Honor the hot and moist affection of my hart , and worke me some measure of fauour , from your sweete tongue , or your sweeter lips , or what else your good Ladiship shall esteeme more conducible , to your diuine contentment .

Eud.

Pen and Inck-horne I thanke thee . This you learn'd when you were a Seruing-man .

Thar.

Madam , I am still the same creature ; and I will so tie my whole fortunes to that stile , as were it my happinesse ( as I know it will be ) to mount into my Lords succession , yet vow I neuer to assume other Title , or State , then your seruants : Not approching your boord , but bidden : Not pressing to your bed , but your pleasure shall be first known if you will command me any seruice .

Eud.

Thy vowes are as vaine as a Ruffins othes ; as common as the aire ; and as cheape as the dust . How many of the light huswiues , thy Muses , hath thy loue promist this seruice besides , I pray thee ?

Thar.

Compare shadowes to bodies , Madam ; Pictures to the life ; and such are they to you , in my valuation .

Eud.

I see wordes will neuer free me of thy boldnesse , and will therefore now vse blowes ; and those of the mortallest enforcement . Let it suffice Sir , that all this time , and to this place , you enioy your safetie ; keepe backe : No one foote follow mee further ; for I protest to thee , the next threshold past , le ts passe a prepar'd Ambush to thy latest breath . Exit . Eud.

Thar.

This for your Ambush , He drawes . Dare my loue with death ?

Clin.

Slight ; follow an t please your Honour .

Arg.

Not I by this light .

Clin.

I hope Gentle-women you will .

Sthe.

Not we Sir , we are no parters of fraies .

Clin.

Faith nor I le be any breaker of customes . Exeunt .

Finis Actus Secundi .
Actus Tertij .
Scoena Prima . Enter Lysander and Lycus booted . Lyc.

WOuld any heart of Adamant , for satisfaction of an vngrounded humour , racke a poore Ladies innocencie as you intend to doe . It was a strange curiositie in that Emperour , that ript his Mothers wombe to see the place he lay in .

Lys.

Come do not lode me with volumes of perswasion ; I am resolu'd , if shee be gold shee may abide the tast , le ts away , I wonder where this wild brother is .

Enter Cynthia , Hylus , and Ero. Cynth.

SIr .

Lysand.

I pray thee wife shew but thy selfe a woman ; and be silent : question no more the reason of my iourney , which our great Viceroies charge vrg'd in this letter doth enforce me to .

Cynth.

Let me but see that letter , there is somthing in this presaging bloud of mine , tells me this sodaine iourney can portend no good , resolue me sweet , haue not I giuen you cause of discontent , by some misprision , or want of fit obseruance , let mee know that I may wreake my selfe vpon my selfe .

of art to couer your buske points ; which a blunt and resolute encounter , taken vnder a fortunate aspect , easily disarmes you off ; and then alas what are you ? poore naked sinners , God wot : weake paper walls thrust downe with a finger ; this is the way on 't , boile their appetites to a full height of lust ; and then take them downe in the nicke .

Cynth.

Is there probabilitie in this ; that a Ladie so great , so vertuous , standing on so high termes of honour , should so soone stoope ?

Thar.

You would not wonder sister , if you knew the lure shee stoo'pt at : greatnesse ? thinke you that can curb affection ; no , it whets it more ; they haue the full streame of bloud , to beare them : the sweet gale of their sublim'd spirits to driue them : the calme of ease to prepare them : the sun-shine of fortune to allure them : Greatnesse to waft them safe through all Rocks of infamie : when youth , wit , and person come aboord once , tell me sister , can you chuse but hoise saile , and put forward to the maine ?

Lysand.

But let me wonder at this frailtie yet ; would shee in so short time weare out his memorie , so soon wipe from her eies , nay , from her heart , whom I my selfe , and this whole I le besides , still remember with griefe , the impression of his losse taking worthily such roote in vs ; howe thinke you Wife ?

Cynth. I am asham'd ant , and abhorre to thinke , So great and vow'd a patterne of our sexe , Should take into her thoughts , nay to her bed , ( O staine to woman-hood ) a second loue . Lyc.

In so short time .

Cynth.

In any time .

Lysand.

No wife .

Cynth.

By Iuno no ; sooner a lothsom Tode .

Thar.

High words beleeue me , and I thinke shee le keep them ; next turne is yours Nephew ; you shall now marrie my noblest Ladie-Daughter ; the first marriage in Paphos ; next my nuptialls shall be yours ; these are strange occurrents brother , but pretie and patheticall : if you see mee in my chaire of Honour ; and my Countesse in mine armes ; you will then beleeue , I hope , I am Lord of the Palace , then shall you trie my great Ladies entertainement ; see your handes free'd of mee , and mine taking you to aduancement .

Lysand.

Well , all this rids not my businesse ; wife you shall bee there to partake the vnexpected honour of our House . Lycus , and I will make it our recreation by the way , to thinke of your Reuells and Nuptiall sports ; Brother my stay hath beene for you ; Wife pray thee bee gone , and soone prepare for the solemnitie , a Moneth returnes mee .

Cynth.

Heauens guide your iourney .

Lysand.

Fare-will .

Thar.

Fare-well Nephew ; prosper virilitie , but doe you heare ; keepe your hand from your voice , I haue a part for you in our Hymencall shew .

Hyl.

You speake too late for my voice , but I le discharge the part . Exit . Cyn. Hyl.

Lysand.

Occurrents call yee them ; soule shame confound them all ; that impregnable Fort of chastitie and loyaltie , that amazement of the world ; O yee Deities could nothing restraine her ? I tooke her spirit to bee too haughtie for such a depression .

Thar.

But who commonly more short heeld ; then they that are high 'i th in-step .

Lysand.

Mee thinkes yet shame should haue controul'd so sodaine an appetite .

Thar. Tush , shame doth extinguish lust as oile doth fire , The bloud once hot , shame doth enflame the more , What they before , by art dissembled most They act more freely ; shame once found is lost ;

And to say truth Brother ; what shame is due to 't ? or what congruence doth it carrie , that a yong Ladie , Gallant , Vigorous , full of Spirit , and Complexion ; her appetite newe whetted with Nuptiall delights ; to be confind to the speculation of a deaths head , or for the losse of a husband , the world affording flesh enough , make the noone-tide of her yeares , the sunne-set of her pleasures .

Lyc.

And yet there haue been such women .

Thar.

Of the first stamp perhaps , when the mettal was purer then in these degenerate daies ; of later yeares , much of that coine hath beene counterfait , and besides so crackt and worne with vse , that they are growne light , and indeede fit for nothing , but to be turn'd ouer in play .

Lysand.

Not all brother .

Thar.

My matchlesse sister only excepted : for shee , you know is made of an other mettall , then that shee borrow'd of her mother . But doe you brother sadly intend the pursuite of this triall ?

Lysand

Irreuocably .

Thar.

It s a high proiect : if it be once rais'd , the earth is too weake to beate so waightie an accident , it cannot bee coniur'd downe againe , without an earth-quake , therefore beleeue shee will be constant .

Lysand.

No , I will not .

Thar.

Then beleeue shee will not be constant .

Lysand.

Neither , I will beleeue nothing but what triall enforces ; will you hold your promise for the gouerning of this proiect with skill , and secrecie ?

Thar.

If it must needes bee so . But hearke you brother ; haue you no other Capricions in your head to intrap my sister in her frailtie , but to proue the firmenesse of her widdow vowes after your suppos'd death .

Lysand.

None in the world .

Thar.

Then here 's my hand , I le be as close , as my Ladies shoe to her foote that pinches and pleases her , and will beare on with the plot , till the vessell split againe .

Lysand.

Forge any death , so you can force beliefe . Say I was poison'd , drown'd .

Thar.

Hang'd .

Lysand.

Any thing , so you assist it with likely circumstance , I neede not instruct you : that must bee your imploiment Lycus .

Lyc.

Well Sir .

Thar.

But brother you must set in to ; to countenance truth out , a herse there must be too ; It s strange to thinke how much the eie preuailes in such impressions ; I haue marckt a Widdow , that iust before was seene pleasant enough , follow an emptie herse , and weepe deuoutly .

Lyc.

All those thinges leaue to me .

Lysan.

But brother for the bestowing of this herse in the monument of our Familie , and the marshalling of a Funerall .

Thar.

Leaue that to my care , and if I doe not doe the mourner , as liuely as your Heire , and weepe as lustily as your Widdow , say there 's no vertue in Onions ; that being done , I le come to visit the distrest widdow ; apply old ends of comfort to her griefe , but the burden of my song shall be to tell her wordes are but dead comforts ; and therefore counsaile her to take a liuing comfort ; that might Ferrit out the thought of her dead husband , and will come prepar'd with choise of suiters ; either my Spartane Lord for grace at the Viceroies Court , or some great Lawyer that may soder vp her crackt estate , and so forth . But what would you say brother , if you should finde her married at your arriuall .

Lysand.

By this hand split her Wezand .

Thar.

Well , forget not your wager , a stately chariot with foure braue Horses of the Thracian breede , with all appurtenances . I le prepare the like for you , if you proue Victor ; but well remembred , where will you lurke the whiles ?

Lysand.

Mewd vp close , some short daies iourney hence , Lycus shall know the place , write still how all things passe , brother adiew ; all ioy attend you .

Thar.

Will you not stay our nuptiall now so neare .

Lysand.

I should be like a man that heares a tale And heedes it not ; one absent from himselfe , my wife shall attend the Countesse , and my Sonne .

Thar.

Whom you shal here at your returne call me father , adiew : Ioue be your speede .

My Nuptialls done , your Funeralls succeed . Exeunt .

Enter Argus barehead Arg.

A Hall , a hall : who 's without there ? Enter two or three with cushions . Come on , y' are proper Groomes , are yee not ? Slight I thinke y' are all Bridegroomes , yee take your pleasures so . A companie of dormice . Their Honours are vpon comming , and the roome not readie . Rushes and seates instantly .

Thar.

Now , alas fellow Argus , how thou art comberd with an office ?

Arg.

Perfume sirrha , the roome 's dampish .

Thar.

Nay you may leaue that office to the Ladies , they le perfume it sufficiently .

Arg.

Cry mercie Sir , here 's a whole Chorus of Syluans at hand , cornetting , & tripping ath ' toe , as the ground they troad on were too hot for their feete . The deuice is rare ; and there 's your yong Nephew too , he hangs in the clouds Deified with Hymens shape .

Thar.

Is he perfect in 's part ? has not his tongue learn'd of the Syluans to trip ath ' Toe ?

Arg.

Sir , beleeue it , he does it pretiously for accent and action , as if hee felt the part he plaid : hee rauishes all the yong Wenches in the Palace : Pray Venus my yong Ladie Laodice haue not some little prick of Cupid in her , shee 's so diligent at 's rehearsalls .

Thar.

No force , so my next vowes be heard , that if Cupid haue prickt her , Hymen my cure her .

Arg.

You meane your Nephew Sir that presents Hymen .

Thar.

Why so , I can speake nothing but thou art with in me : fie of this wit of thine , 't will be thy destruction . But howsoeuer you please to vnderstand , Hymen send the boy no worse fortune : And where 's my Ladies honour ?

Arg.

At hand Sir , with your vnparagond sister , please you take your chaire of Honour Sir ?

Thar.

Most seruiceable Argus , the Gods reward they seruice ; for I will not .

Enter Eudora , leading Cynthia , Laodice , Sthenio , Ianthe , Ero , with others following . Eud. COme sister , now we must exchange that name For stranger Titles , let 's dispose our selues To entertaine these Syluane Reuellers . That come to grace our loued Nuptialls , I feare me we must all turne Nymphs to night , To side those sprightly wood-Gods in their dances ; Can you doo 't nimbly sister ? slight what aile you , are you not well ? Cynth. Yes Madam . Eud.

But your lookes , mee thinkes , are cloudie ; suiting all the Sunne-shine of this cleare honour to your husbands house .

Is there ought here that sorts not with your liking ?

Thar. Blame her not Mistris , if her lookes shew care . Excuse the Merchants sadnesse that hath made A doubtfull venture of his whole estate ; His liuelyhood , his hopes , in one poore bottome , To all encounters of the Sea and stormes . Had you a husband that you lou'd as well , Would you not take his absent plight as ill ? Cauill at euery fancie ? Not an obiect That could present it selfe , but it would forge Some vaine obiection , that did doubt his safetie ; True loue is euer full of iealousie . Eud. Iealous ? of what ? of euery little iourney ? Meere fancie then is wanton ; and doth cast At those sleight dangers there , too doting glances ; Misgiuing mindes euer prouoke mischances : Shines not the Sunne in his way bright as here ? Is not the aire as good ? what hazard doubt you ? Arg. His horse may stumble if it please your Honour ; The raine may wet , the winde may blow on him ; Many shrewd hazards watch poore trauailers . Eud. True , and the shrewdest thou hast reckend vs . Good sister , these cares fit yong married wiues . Cynth. Wiues should be stil yong in their husbands loues . Time beares no Sythe should bear down them before him . Our liues he may cut short , but not our loues . Thar. Sister be wise , and ship not in one Barke , All your abilitie : if he miscarrie , Your well tried wisedome should looke on t for new . Cynth. I wish them happie windes that runne that course , From me t is farre ; One Temple seal'd our troth . One Tomb , one houre shall end , and shroud vs both . Thar. Well , y' are a Phoenix , there be that your cheere Loue , with your husband be , your wisedome here . Hearke , our sports challenge it ; Sit dearest Mistris . Eud. Take your place worthiest seruant . Thar. Serue me heauen . Musique . As I my heauenly Mistris , Sit rare sister . Musique : Hymen descends ; and sixe Syluanes enter beneath , with Torches . Arg. A hall , a hall : let no more Citizens in there . Laod. O , Not my Cosen see ; but Hymens selfe . Sthe. He does become it most enflamingly . Hym. Haile honor'd Bridegroom , and his Princely bride With the most fam'd for vertue , Cynthia ; And this yong Ladie , bright Laodice , One rich hope of this noblest Familie . Sthe. Hearke how he courts : he is enamour'd too . Laod. O grant it Venus , and be euer honour'd . Hym. In grace and loue of you , I Hymen searcht The groues and thickets that embrace this Palace With this clear-flam'd , and good aboding Torch For summons of these fresh and flowrie Syluans , To this faire presence ; with their winding Haies , Actiue and Antique dances to delight Your frolick eies , and helpe to celebrate These noblest nuptialls ; which great Destinie , Ordain'd past custome and all vulgar obiect To be the readuancement of a house , Noble and Princely , and restore this Palace To that name , that sixe hunderd Summers since Was in possession of this Bridegroomes Ancetors , The ancient and most vertue-fam'd Lysandri . Syluans ! the Courtships you make to your Dryads , Vse to this great Bride , and these other Dames , And heighten with your sports , my nuptiall flames . Laod. O would himselfe descend , and me command . Sthe. Dance ; and his heart catch in an others hand . Syluans , take out the Bride and the rest : They dance , after which , and all set in their places . Hymen . Hym. Now , what the Power and my Torches influence Hath in the blessings of your Nuptiall ioyes ( Great Bride and Bridegroome ) you shall amply part Betwixt your free loues , and forgoe it neuer . Omn. Thankes to great Hymen , and faire Syluanes euer . Exeunt .
Finis Actus Teriij .
Actus Quarti .
Scoena Prima . Tharsalio , Lycus , with his Arme in a skarfe , a night-cap on 's head . Lyc.

I Hope Sir by this time .

Thar.

Put on man , by our selues .

Lyc.

The edge of your confidence is well taken off ; would you not bee content to with-draw your wager ?

Thar.

Faith fellow Lycus , if my wager were weakely built , this vnexpected accident might stagger it , For the truth is , this strain is extraordinarie , to follow her husbands bodie into the Tombe , and there for his companie to burie her selfe quick : it 's new and stirring , but for all this , I le not despaire of my wager .

Lyc.

Why Sir , can you thinke such a passion dissembl'd ?

Thar.

All 's one for that , What I thinke I thinke ; In the meane time forget not to write to my Brother , how the plot hath succeeded , that the newes of his death hath taken ; a funerall solemnitie perform'd , his suppos'd Corse bestow'd in the monument of our Familie , thou and I horrible mourners : But aboue all that his intollerable vertuous Widow , for his loue ; ( and for her loue ) Ero her hand-maid , are discended with his Corse into the vault ; There wipe their eies time out of minde , drinke nothing but their own teares , and by this time are almost dead with famine . There 's a point will sting it ( for you say t is true ) where left you him ?

Lyc.

At Dipolis Sir , some twentie miles hence .

Thar.

He keepes close .

Lyc.

I sir , by all meanes ; skulks vnknowne vnder the name of a strange Knight .

Thar.

That may carrie him without discrying , for there 's a number of strange Knights abroad . You left him well .

Lyc.

Well Sir , but for this iealous humour that hants him .

Thar.

Well , this newes will absolutely purge that humor . Write all , forget not to describe her passion at thy discouerie of his slaughter : did shee performe it well for her husbands wager ?

Lyc.

Performe it , call you it ? you may iest ; men hunt Hares to death for their sports , but the poore beasts die in earnest : you wager of her passions for your pleasure , but shee takes little pleasure in those earnest passions . I neuer saw such an extasie of sorrow , since I knew the name of sorrow . Her hands flew vp to her head like Furies , hid all her beauties in her discheuel'd haire , & wept as she would turne fountaine . I would you and her husband had beene behind the Arras but to haue heard her . I assure you Sir , I was so transported with the spectacle , that in despight of my discretion , I was forc't to turne woman , and beare a part with her . Humanitie broke loose from my heart , and stream'd through mine eies .

Thar.

In prose , thou weptst . So haue I seen many a moist Auditor doe at a play ; when the storie was but a meere fiction : And didst act the Nuntius well , would I had heard it : could'st thou dresse thy lookes in a mournefull habite ?

Lyc.

Not without preparation Sir ; no more then my speech , t was a plaine acting of an enterlude to me , to pronounce the part .

Thar.

As how for heauens sake ?

Lyc. Phoebus addrest his chariot towards the West To change his wearied Coursers , and so forth . Thar. Nay on , and thou lou'st me . Lyc. Lysander and my selfe beguild the way With enterchang'd discourse , but our chiefe Theame , Was of your dearest selfe , his honour'd wife ; Your loue , your vertue ; wondrous constancie . Thar. Then was her Cu to whimper ; on . Lyc. When sodainly appear'd as far as sight A troope of horse , arm'd as we might descerne , With Iauelines , Speares , and such accoutrements . He doubted nought ( As Innocencie euer Is free from doubting ill . ) Thar. There dropt a teare . Lyc. My minde misgaue me . They might be mountaners . At their approch They vs'd no other language but their weapons , To tell vs what they were ; Lysander drew , And bore himselfe Achilles like in fight , And as a Mower sweepes off t'heads of Bents , So did Lysanders sword shaue off the points Of their assaulting lances . His horse at last , sore hurt , fell vnder him ; I seeing I could not rescue , vs'd my spurres To flie away . Thar. What from thy friend ? Lyc. I in a good quarrell , why not ? Thar. Good ; I am answer'd . Lyc. A lance pursued me , brought me back againe ; And with these wounds left me t' accompanie Dying Lysander : Then they rifl'd vs , And left vs . They gone ; my breath not yet gone , gan to striue And reuiue sense : I with my feeble ioynts Crawl'd to Lysander , stirr'd him , and withall He gaspt ; cried Cynthia ! and breath'd no more . Thar. O then shee howl'd out right . Lyc. Passengers came and in a Chariot brought vs Streight to a Neighbour Towne ; where I forthwith Coffind my friend in leade ; and so conuaid him To this sad place . Thar. 'T was well ; and could not show but strangely . Lyc.

Well Sir , This tale pronounc't with terrour , suited with action clothed with such likely circumstance ; My wounds in shew , her husbands herse in sight , thinke what effect it wrought : And if you doubt , let the sad consequence of her retreat to his Tombe , bee your wofull instructer .

Thar. For all this , I le not despaire of my wager : These Grieues that sound so lowd , proue alwaies light , True sorrow euermore keepes out of sight . This straine of mourning with Sepulcher , like an ouer-doing Actor , affects grosly , and is indeede so farre forc't from the life , that it bewraies it selfe to be altogether artificiall . To set open a shop of mourning ! T is palpable . Truth , the substance , hunts not after the shadow of popular Fame . Her officious ostentation of sorrow condemnes her sinceritie . When did euer woman mourne so vnmeasurably , but shee did dissemble ? Lyc.

O Gods ! a passion thus borne ; thus apparell'd with teares , sighes , swownings , and all the badges of true sorrow , to be dissembl'd ! by Venus I am sorrie I euer set foot in 't . Could shee , if shee dissembl'd , thus dally with hunger , be deafe to the barking of her appetite , not hauing these foure daies relieu'd nature with one dramme of sustenance .

Thar.

For this does shee looke to bee Deified , to haue Hymnes made of her , nay to her : The Tomb where she is to be no more reputed the ancient monument of our Familie the Lysandri ; but the new erected Altar of Cynthia : To which all the Paphian widdowes shall after their husbands Funeralls , offer their wet muckinders , for monuments of the danger they haue past , as Sea-men doe their wet garments at Neptunes Temple after a ship wracke .

Lyc.

Well , I le apprehend you , at your pleasure : I for my part will say ; that if her faith bee as constant as her loue is heartie , and vnaffected , her vertues may iustly challenge a Deitie to enshrine them .

Thar.

I , there 's an other point too . But one of those vertues is enough at once . All natures are not capable of all gifts . If the braine of the West , were in the heads of the learned ; then might Parish-Clerkes be common counsaile men , and Poets Aldermens deputies . My sister may turne Niobe for loue ; but till Niobe bee turn'd to a Marble , I le not despaire but shee may proue a woman . Let the triall runne on , if shee doe not out-runne it , I le say Poets are no Prophets , Prognosticators are but Mountibankes , & none tell true but wood-mongers . Exit .

Lyc.

A sweet Gentleman you are . I meruaile what man ? what woman ? what name ? what action doth his tongue glide ouer , but it leaues a slime vpon 't . Well , I le presently to Dipolis , where Lysander staies ; and will not say but shee may proue fraile : But this I le say , If she should chance to breake , Her teares are true , though womens truths are weake . Exit .

Enter Lysander like a Souldier disguisde at all parts , a halfe Pike , gorget , &c. be discouers the Tombe , lookes in and wonders , &c. O Miracle of nature ! womens glorie ; Mens shame ; and enuie of the Deities ! Yet must these matchlesse creatures be suspected ; Accus'd ; condemn'd ! Now by th' immortall Gods , They rather merit Altars , Sacrifice , Then loue and courtship . Yet see the Queene of these lies here interred ; Tearing her haire ; and drowned in her teares . Which Ioue should turne to Christall ; and a Mirrour Make of them ; wherein men may see and wonder At womens vertues . Shall shee famish then ? Will men ( without disswasions ) suffer thus So bright an Ornament to earth , tomb'd quick . In Earths darke bosome : Ho! Who 's in the Tombe there ? Ero. Who calls ? whence are you ? Lys. I am a Souldier of the watch and must enter . Ero. Amongst the dead ? Lys. Doe the dead speake ? ope or I le force it open . Ero. What violence is this ? what seeke you here Where nought but death and her attendants dwell . Lys. What wretched soules are you that thus by night lurke here amongst the dead ? Ero.

Good Souldier doe not stirre her , Shee 's weake , and quickly seiz'd with swowning and passions , and with much trouble shall we both recall her fainting spirits .

Fiue daies thus hath shee wasted ; and not once season'd her Pallate with the tast of meate ; her powers of life are spent ; and what remaines of her famisht spirit , serues not to breath but sigh .

Shee hath exil'd her eies from steepe , or sight , and giuen them wholly vp to ceaselesse teares ouer that ruthfull herse of her deare Spouse , slaine by Bantditos , Nobly borne Lysander .

Lysand.

And hopes shee with these heauie notes and cries to call him from the dead ? in these fiue daies hath shee but made him stirre a finger or fetch one gasp of that forsaken life shee mournes ?

Come , honour'd Mistris ; I admire your vertues ; But must reproue this vaine excesse of mone ; Rowse your selfe Ladie , and looke vp from death , Well said , t is well ; stay by my hand and rise . This Face hath beene maintain'd with better huswiferie . Cyn. What are you ? Lys. Ladie , I am Sentinell , Set in this hallowed place , to watch and guard On forfait of my life , these monuments From Rape , and spoil'd of sacrilegious handes , And saue the bodies , that without you see Of crucified offenders ; that no friends May beare them hence , to honour'd buriall . Cyn. Thou seem'st an honest Souldier ; pray thee then Be as thou seem'st ; betake thee to thy charge And leaue this place ; adde not affliction To the afflicted . Lys. You misname the children . For what you terme affliction now , in you Is but selfe-humour ; voluntarie Penance Impos'd vpon your selfe : and you lament As did the Satyre once , that ran affrighted From that hornes sound that he himselfe had winded . Which humor to abate , my counsaile tending your term'd affliction , What I for Phisicke giue , you take for poison . I tell you honour'd Mistris , these ingredients Are wholesome , though perhaps they seeme vntoothsome . Ero. This Souldier sure , is some decai'd pothecarie . Lys. Deere Ghost be wise , and pittie your faire selfe Thus , by your selfe vnnaturally afflicted : Chide back , heart-breaking grones , clear vp those lamps , Restore them to their first creation : Windowes for light ; not sluces made for teares . Beate not the senselesse aire with needlesse cries , Banefull to life , and bootlesse to the dead . This is the Inne , where all Deucalions race Sooner or later , must take vp their lodging ; No priuiledge can free vs from this prison ; No teares , no praiers , can redeeme from hence A captiu'd soule ; Make vse of what you see : Let this affrighting spectacle of death Teach you to nourish life . Ero. Good heare him : this is a rare Souldier . Lysan.

Say that with abstinence you should vnlose the knot of life : Suppose that in this Tombe for your deare Spouse , you should entomb your selfe a liuing Corse ; Say that before your houre without due Summons from the Fates , you send your hastie soule to hell : can your deare Spouse take notice of your faith and constancie ? Shall your deare Spouse reuiue to giue you thankes ?

Cynth. Idle discourser . Lysan. No , your moanes are idle . Goe to I say , be counsail'd ; raise your selfe : Enioy the fruits of life , there 's viands for you , Now , liue for a better husband . No ? will you none ? Ero. For loue of courtesie , good Mistris , eate , Doe not reiect so kinde and sweet an offer , Who knowes but this may be some Mercurie Disguis'de , and sent from Iuno to relieue vs ? Did euer any lend vnwilling eares To those that came with messages of life ? Cynth. I pray thee leaue thy Rhetorique . Ero.

By my soule ; to speake plaine truth , I could rather wish t' employ my teeth then my tongue , so your example would be my warrant .

Cynth. Thou hast my warrant . Lysand. Well then , eate my wench , Let obstinacie starue . Fall to . Ero. Perswade my Mistris first . Lysand. Slight tell me Ladie , Are you resolu'd to die ? If that be so , Choose not ( for shame ) a base , and beggars death : Die not for hunger , like a Spartane Ladie ; Fall valiantly vpon a sword , or drinke Noble death , expell your griefe with poison . There 't is , seize it . � Tush you dare not die . Come Wench thou hast not lost a husband ; Thou shalt eate , th' art now within The place where I command . Ero. I protest sir . Lys. Well said ; eate , and protest , or I le protest And doe thou eate ; thou eat'st against thy will , That 's it thou would'st say . Ero. It is . Lys. And vnder such a protestation Thou lost ' thy Maiden-head . For your owne sake good Ladie forget this husband , Come you are now become a happy Widdow , A blessednesse that many would be glad of . That and your husbands Inuentorie together , Will raise you vp husbands enow . What thinke you of me ? Cynth. Trifler , pursue this wanton Theame no further ; Lest ( which I would be loth ) your speech prouoke Vnciuill language from me ; I must tell you , One ioynt of him I lost , was much more worth Then the rackt valew of thy entire bodie . Ero. O know what ioynt shee meanes . Lys. Well , I haue done . And well done frailtie ; proface , how lik'st thou it . Ero. Very toothsome Ingrediens surely sir , Want but some lycor to incorporate them . Lys. There t is , carouse . Ero. I humbly thanke you Sir . Lys. Hold pledge me now . Ero. T is the poison Sir , That preserues life , I take it . bibit Ancill . Lys. Doe so , take it . Ero. Sighing has made me somthing short-winded . I le pledge y'at twice . Lys. T is well done ; doe me right . Ero. I pray sir , haue you beene a Pothecarie ? Lys. Marrie haue I wench ; A womans Pothecarie . Ero. Haue you good Ingredients ? I like your Bottle well . Good Mistris tast it . Trie but the operation , t will fetch vp The Roses in your cheekes againe . Doctor Verolles bottles are not like it ; There 's no Guaicum here , I can assure you . Lys. This will doe well anone . Ero. Now fie vpon 't . O I haue lost my tongue in this same lymbo . The spring ants , spoil'd me thinkes ; it goes not off With the old twange . Lys. Well said wench , oile it well ; t will make it slide well . Ero. Aristotle saies sir , in his Posterionds . Lys. This wench is learned ; And what sales he ? Ero. That when a man dies , the last thing that moues is his heart , in a woman her tongue . Lys. Right ; and addes further , that you women are a kind of spinners ; if their legs be pluckt off , yet still they 'le wag them ; so will you your tongues . With what an easie change does this same weaknesse Of women , slip from one extreame t' another ? All these attractions take no hold of her ; No not to take refection ; 'T must not be thus . Well said wench ; Tickle that Helicon . But shall we quit the field with this disgrace Giuen to our Oratorie ? Both not gaine So much ground of her as to make her eate ? Ero. Faith the truth is sir ; you are no fit Organe For this businesse ; T is quite out of your Element : Let vs alone , shee le eate I haue no feare ; A womans tongue best fits a womans eare . Ioue neuer did employ Mercurie , But Iris for his Messenger to Iuno . Lys. Come , let me kisse thee wench ; wilt vndertake To make thy Mistris eate ? Ero It shall goe hard Sir But I will make her turne flesh and bloud , And learne to liue as other mortalls doe . Lys. Well said : the morning hasts ; next night expect me . Ero.

With more prouision good Sir .

Lys. Very good . Exiturus . Ero. And bring more wine . Shee shuts vp the Tomb . Lys. What else ; shalt haue enough : O Cynthia , heire of her bright puritie , Whose name thou dost inherit ; Thow disdainst ( Seuer'd from all concretion ) to feede Vpon the base foode of grosse Elements . Thou all art soule ; All immortalitie . Thou fasts for Nectar and Ambrosia , Which till thou find'st , and eat'st aboue the starres , To all foode here thou bidd'st celestiall warrs . Exit . Cynthia , Ero , the Tomb opening . Ero.

So ; le ts aire our dampish spirits , almost stifl'd in this grose muddie Element .

Cyn.

How sweet a breath the calmnesse of the night inspires the aire withall ?

Ero.

Well said ; Now y' are your selfe : did not I tell you how sweet an operation the Souldiers bottle had ? And if there be such vertue in the bottle ; what is there in the Souldier ? know , and acknowledge his worth when hee comes in any case Mistris .

Cyn.

So Maide ,

Ero.

Gods my patience ? did you looke forsooth that Iuno should haue sent you meate from her owne Trencher , in reward of your widdowes teares ? you might sit and sigh first till your heart-strings broke , I le able 't .

Cyn.

I feare me thy lips haue gone so oft to the bottle , that thy tongue-strings are come broken home .

Ero.

Faith the truth is , my tongue hath beene so long tied vp , that t is couer'd with rust , & I rub it against my pallat as wee doe suspected coines , to trie whether it bee currant or no . But now Mistris for an vpshot of this bottle ; let 's haue one carouse to the good speede of my old Master , and the good speede of my new .

Cyn.

So Damzell .

Ero.

You must pledge it , here 's to it . Doe me right I pray .

Cyn.

You say I must .

Ero.

Must ? what else ?

Cyn.

How excellent ill this humour suites our habite ?

Ero.

Go to Mistris , do not thinke but you and I shall haue good sport with this iest , when we are in priuate at home . I would to Venus we had some honest shift or other to get off withall ; for I le no more an t ; I le not turne Salt-peeter in this vault for neuer a mans companie liuing ; much lesse for a womans . Sure I am the wonder 's ouer , and 't was only for that , that I endur'd this ; and so a my conscience did you . Neuer denie it .

Cyn.

Nay pray thee take it to thee .

Enter Lysander . Cyn.

HEarke I heare some footing neare vs .

Ero.

Gods me 't is the Souldier Mistris , by Venus if you fall to your late black Santus againe , I le discouer you .

Lys.

What 's here ? The maid hath certainly preuail'd with her ; mee thinkes those cloudes that last night couer'd her lookes are now disperst : I le trie this further . Saue you Lady .

Ero.

Honorable Souldier ? y' are welcome ; please you step in sir ?

Lys.

With all my heart sweet heart ; by your patience Ladie ; why this beares some shape of life yet . Damzell , th' ast performd a seruice of high reckoning , which cannot perish vnrewarded .

Ero.

Faith Sir , you are in the way to doe it once , if you haue the heart to hold on .

Cyn.

Your bottle has poisond this wench sir .

Lys.

A wholsome poison it is Ladie , if I may be iudge ; of which sort here is one better bottle more . Wine is ordaind to raise such hearts as sinke , Whom wofull starres distemper ; let him drinke . I am most glad I haue beene some meane to this part of your recouerie , and will drinke to the rest of it .

Ero.

Goe to Mistris , pray simper no more ; pledge the man of Warre here .

Cyn.

Come y' are too rude .

Ero.

Good .

Lys.

Good sooth Ladie y' are honour'd in her seruice ; I would haue you liue , and shee would haue you liue freely ; without which life is but death . To liue freely is to feast our appetites freely ; without which humanes are stones ; to the satisfaction whereof I drinke Ladie .

Cyn.

I le pledge you Sir .

Ero.

Said like a Mistris ; and the Mistris of your selfe ; pledge him in loue too : I see hee loues you ; Shee 's silent , shee consents sir .

Lys.

O happy starres . And now pardon Ladie ; me thinks these are all of a peece .

Ero.

Nay if you kisse all of a peece wee shall n'ere haue done : Well t was well offer'd , and as well taken .

Cyn.

If the world should see this .

Lys.

The world ! should one so rare as your selfe , respect the vulgar world ?

Cyn.

The praise I haue had , I would continue .

Lys.

What of the vulgar ? Who hates not the vulgar , deserues not loue of the vertuous . And to affect praise of that we despise , how ridiculous it is ?

Ero. Comfortable doctrine Mistris , edifie , edifie . Me thinkes euen thus it was when Dido And Aeneas met in the Caue ; And hearke Me thinks I heare some of the hunters . She shuts the tomb .
Finis Actus Quarti .
Actus Quinti .
Scoena Prima : Enter Tharsalio , Lycus . Lyc. T Is such an obstinacie in you Sir , As neuer was conceipted , to runne on With an opinion against all the world , And what your eies may witnes ; to adue�ture The famishment for griefe of such a woman As all mens merits met in any one , Could not deserue . Thar. I must confesse it Lycus , Wee le therefore now preuent it if we may , And that our curious triall hath not dwelt Too long on this vnnecessarie hant : Griefe , and all want of foode ; not hauing wrought : Too mortally on her diuine disposure . Lyc. I feare they haue , and shee is past our cure . Thar. I must confesse with feare and shame as much . Lyc. And that shee will not trust in any thing What you perswade her to . Thar. Then thou shalt hast And call my brother from his secret shroude , Where he appointed thee to come and tell him . How all thinges haue succeeded . Lyc. This is well . If ( as I say ) the ill be not so growne , That-all help is denied her . But I feare The matchlesse Deme is famisht . Thar. looks into the tomb . Thar. Slight , whos 's here ? A Souldier with my sister ? wipe , wipe , see Kissing by Ioue ; shee , as I lay t is shee . Lyc. What ? is shee well Sir ? Thar. O no , shee is famisht ; Shee 's past our comfort , shee lies drawing on . Lyc. The Gods forbid . Thar. Looke thou , shee 's drawing on . How saist thou ? Lyc. Drawing on ? Illustrious witchcrafts . Thar. Lies shee not drawing on ? Lyc. Shee drawes on fairely . Our sister Sir ? This shee ? can this be shee ? Thar. She , she , she , and none but she . He dances & sings . Shee only Queene of loue , and chastitie , O chastitie ; This women be . Lyc. Slight t is prodigious . Thar. Horse , horse , horse , Foure Chariot Horses of the Thracian breede , Come , bring me brother . O the happiest euening , That euer drew her vaile before the Sunne . Who is 't canst tell ? Lyc. The Souldier Sir that watches The bodies crucified in this hallow'd place . Of which to lose one , it is death to him , And yet the lustfull knaue is at his Venerie , While one might steale one . Thar. What a slaue was I That held not out my windes strength constantly , That shee would proue thus ? O incredible ? A poore eight-pennie Souldier ? Shee that lately Was at such height of interiection , Stoope now to such a base coniunction ? By heauen I wonder now I see 't in act , My braine could euer dreame of such a thought . And yet , t is true : Rare , pereles , is 't not Lycus ? Lyc. I know not what it is ; Nor what to say . Thar. O had I held out ( villaine that I was , ) My blessed confidence but one minute longer , I should haue beene eternis'd . Gods my fortune , What an vnspeakable sweet sight it is ? O eies I le sacrifice to your deare sense . And consecrate a Phane to Confidence . Lyc. But this you must at no hand tell your brother . T will make him mad : For he that was before So scurg'd but only with bare iealousie . What would he be , if he should come to know it ? Thar. He would be lesse mad : for your only way To cleare his iealousie , is to let him know it . When knowledge comes suspicion vanishes . The Sunne-beames breaking forth swallow the mists . But as for you Sir Gallant ; howsoeuer Your banquet seemes sweet in your lycorous pallat , It shall be sure to turne gall in your maw . Thy hand a little Lycus here without . Lyc. To what ? Thar. No bootie serue you sir Soldado But my poore sister ? Come , lend me thy shoulder , I le climbe the crosse ; it will be such a cooler To my Venerean Gentlemans hot liuer , When he shall finde one of his crucified bodies Stolne downe , and he to be forthwith made fast In place thereof , for the signe Of the lost Sentinell . Come glorifie Firme Confidence in great Inconstancie . And this beleeue ( for all prou'd knowledge sweares ) He that beleeues in errour , neuer errs . Exeunt . The Tomb opens , Lysander , Cynthia , Ero. Lys. T is late ; I must away . Cyn. Not yet sweet loue . Lys.

Tempt not my stay , t is dangerous . The law is strict , and not to bee dispenst with . If any Sentinell be too late in 's watch , or that by his neglect one of the crucified bodies should be stollen from the crosse , his life buyes it .

Cyn. A little stay will not endanger them . The daies proclaimer has not yet giuen warning . The Cock yet has not beate his third alarme . Lys. What ? shall we euer dwell here amongst th' Antipodes ? Shall I not enioy the honour of my fortune in publique ? sit in Lysanders chaire ? Raigne in his wealth ? Cyn. Thou shalt , thou shalt ; though my loue to thee Hath prou'd thus sodaine and for hast lept ouer The complement of wooing , Yet only for the worlds opinion . Lys. Marke that againe . Cyn. I must maintaine a forme in parting hence . Lys.

Out vpon 't , Opinion the blind Goddesse of Fooles , Foe to the vertuous ; and only friend to vndeseruing persons , contemne it . Thou know'st thou hast done vertuously ; thou hast strangly sorrow'd for thy husband , follow'd him to death ; further thou could'st not , thou hast buried thy selfe quick . ( O that 't were true ) spent more teares ouer his carcase , then would serue a whole Citie of saddest widdowes in a plague time ; besides sighings , and swownings , not to be credited .

Cyn.

True ; but those complements might haue their time for fashion sake .

Lys.

Right , Opinion and Fashion . Sfoot what call you time ? t' hast wept these foure whole daies .

Ero.

Nay berladie almost fiue .

Lys.

Looke you there ; nere vpon fiue whole daies .

Cyn.

Well goe and see ; Returne , wee le goe home .

Lys.

Hell be thy home , Huge Monsters damne yee , and your whole creation , O yee Gods ; in the height of her mourning in a Tomb , within sight of so many deaths ! her husbands beleeu'd bodie in her eie . He dead , a few daies before ; this mirrour of Nuptiall chastitie ; this Votresse of widdow-constancie : to change her faith ; exchange kisses , embraces , with a stranger ; and but my shame with-stood , to giue the vtmost earnest of her loue , to an eight-pennie Sentinell : in effect , to prostitute her selfe vpon her husbands Coffin ! Lust , impietie , hell , womanhood it selfe , adde if you can one step to this .

Enter Captaine with two or three Souldiers . Cap.

ONe of the crucified bodies taken downe !

Lys.

Enough . ( slincks away . )

Cap.

And the Sentinell not to be heard off ?

1.

No sir .

Cap.

Make out ; hast , search about for him ; does none of you know him ? nor his name ?

2.

Hee 's but a stranger here of some foure daies standing ; and we neuer set eie on him , but at setting the watch .

Cap.

For whom serues he ? you looke well to your watch masters .

1.

For Seigneur Stratio , and whence he is , t is ignorant to vs ; we are not correspondent for any , but our owne places .

Cap.

Y' are eloquent . Abroad I say , let me haue him . Exeunt . This negligence will by the Gouernour be wholly cast on me , he hereby will suggest to the Viceroy , that the Citie guards are very carelesly attended . He loues mee not I know ; because of late I knew him but of meane condition ; but now by fortunes injudicious hand , guided by bribing Courtiers , hee is rais'd to this high seate of honour . Nor blushes he , to see him selfe aduanc't ouer the heads of ten times higher worths ; but takes it all forsooth , to his merits ; and lookes ( as all vpstarts doe ) for most huge obseruance . Well , my mind must stoope to his high place , and learne within it selfe to seuer him from that , and to adore Authoritie the Goddesse , how euer borne by an vnworthie beast ; and let the Beasts dull apprehension take the honour done to Isis , done to himselfe . I must sit fast , and bee sure to giue no hold to these fault-hunting enemies . Exit .

Tomb opens , and Lysander within lies along , Cynthia and Ero. Lys.

Pray thee disturbe me not ; put out the lights .

Ero.

Faith I le take a nap againe .

Cyn. Thou shalt not rest before I be resolu'd What happy winde hath driuen thee back to harbour ? Was it my loue ? Lys. No . Cyn.

Yet say so ( sweet ) that with the thought thereof I may enioy all that I wish in earth .

Lys.

I am sought for . A crucified body is stolne while I loiter'd here ; and I must die for 't ,

Cyn.

Die ? All the Gods forbid ; O this affright torments me ten parts more then the sad losse of my deare husband .

Lys.

( Damnation ) I beleeue thee .

Cyn. Yet heare a womans wit . Take counsaile of Necessitie and it . I haue a bodie here which once I lou'd And honour'd aboue all ; but that time 's past . Lys. It is , reuenge it heauen . Cyn. That shall supply at so extrem a need the vacant Gibbet . Lys. Canero . What ? thy husbands bodie ? Cyn. What hurt is 't , being dead it saue the liuing ? Lys. O heart hold in , check thy rebellious motion . Cyn. Vexe not thy selfe deare loue , nor vse delay . Tempt not this danger , set thy handes to worke . Lys. I can not doo 't ; my heart will not permit My handes to execute a second murther . The truth is I am he that slew thy husband . Cyn. The Gods forbid . Lys. It was this hand that bath'd my reeking sword In his life bloud , while he cried out for mercie , But I remorslesse , panch't him , cut his throat , He with his last breath crying , Cynthia . Cyn. O thou hast told me newes that cleaues my heart ; Would I had neuer seene thee , or heard sooner This bloudie storie ; yet see , note my truth Yet I must loue thee . Lys. Out vpon the Monster . Goe , tell the Gouernour ; Let me be brought To die for that most famous villanie ; Not for this miching base transgression Of tenant negligence . Cyn. I can not doo 't . Loue must salue any murther : I le be iudge Of thee deare loue , and these shall be thy paines In steede of yron , to suffer these soft chaines . Lys. O I am infinitely oblig'd . Cyn. Arise I say , thou sauer of my life . Doe not with vaine-affrighting conscience Betray a life , that is not thine but mine : Rise and preserue it . Lys. Ha ? thy husbands bodie ? Hang 't vp you say , in steede of that that 's stolne ; Yet I his murtherer , is that your meaning ? Cyn. It is my Loue . Lys. Thy loue amazes me , The point is yet how we shall get it thither , Ha ? Tie a halter about 's necke , and dragge him to the Gallowes : shall I my loue ? Cyn. So you may doe indeede , Or if your owne strength will not serue , wee 'le aide Our handes to yours , and beare him to the place . For heauens loue come , the night goes off apace . Lys. All the infernall plagues dwell in thy soule ; I le fetch a crow of yron to breake the coffin . Cyn. Doe loue , be speedie . Lys. As I wish thy damnation . Shut the Tomb .

O I could teare my selfe into Atomes ; off with this Antick , the shirt that Hercules wore for his wife , was not more banefull . Is 't possible there should be such a latitude in the Sphere of this sexe , to entertaine such an extention of mischiefe , and not turne Deuill . What is a woman ? what are the worst when the best are so past naming ? As men like this let them trie their wiues againe . Put women to the test ; discouer them ; paint them , paint them ten parts more then they doe themselues , rather then looke on them as they are ; Their wits are but painted that dislike their painting . Thou foolish thirster after idle secrets , And ill 's abrode ; looke home , and store & choke thee ; There sticks an Achelons horne of all , Copie enough .

As much as Alizon of streames receiues , Or loftie Ilea showes of shadie leaues . Enter Tharsalio . Who 's that ? Thar.

I wonder Lycus failes me . Nor can I heare what 's become of him . Hee would not certaine ride to Dipolis to call my brother back , without my knowledge .

Lys.

My brothers voice ; what makes he here abouts so vntimely ? I le slip him . Exiturus .

Thar.

Who goes there ?

Lys.

A friend .

Thar.

Deare friend , le ts know you . A friend least look't for but most welcome , and with many a long looke expected here . What sir vnbooted ? haue you beene long arriu'd ?

Lys.

Not long , some two houres before night .

Thar.

Well brother , y'haue the most rare , admirable , vnmatchable wife , that euer suffer'd for the sinne of a husband . I cannot blame your confidence indeede now : 't is built on such infallible ground ; Lycus I thinke be gone to call you to the rescue of her life ; why shee ! O incomprehensible !

Lysan.

I haue heard all related since my arriuall , wee le meet to morrow .

Thar.

What hast brother ? But was it related with what vntollerable paines , I and my Mistris , her other friends , Matrones and Magistrates , labour'd her diuersion from that course ?

Lys.

Yes , yes .

Thar.

What streams of teares she powr'd out ; what tresses of her haire she tore ! and offer'd on your suppos'd herse !

Lys.

I haue heard all .

Thar.

But aboue all ; how since that time , her eies neuer harbour'd winck of slumber , these sixe daies ; no nor tasted the least dramme of any sustenance .

Lys.

How is that assurd ?

Thar.

Not a scruple .

Lys.

Are you sure there came no Souldier to her nor brought her victualls ?

Thar.

Souldier ? what Souldier ?

Lys.

Why some Souldier of the watch , that attends the executed bodies : well brother I am in hast ; to morrow shall supply this nights defect of conference ; Adieu . Exit . Lys.

Thar.

A Souldier ? of the watch ? bring her victualls ? Goe to brother I haue you in the winde ; hee 's vnharnest of all his trauailing accoutrements . I came directly from 's house , no word of him there ; he knowes the whole relation ; hee 's passionate : All collections speake he was the Souldier . What should be the riddle of this ? that he is stolne hether into a Souldiers disguise ? he should haue staid at Dipolis to receiue news from vs . Whether he suspected our relation ; or had not patience to expect it , or whether that furious , frantique capricious Deuill iealousie hath tost him hether on his hornes , I can not coniecture . But the case is cleare , hee 's the Souldier . Sister , looke to your fame , your chastetie 's vncouer'd . Are they here still ? here beleeue it both most wofully weeping ouer the bottle . He knocks .

Ero.

Who 's there .

Thar.

Tharsalio , open .

Ero.

Alas Sir , t is no boote to vexe your sister , and your selfe , she is desperate , & will not heare perswasion , she 's very weak .

Thar.

Here 's a true-bred chamber-maid . Alas , I am sorrie for 't ; I haue brought her meat and Candian wine to strengthen her .

Ero.

O the very naming an 't , will driue her into a swowne ; good Sir forbeare .

Thar.

Yet open sweet , that I may blesse mine eies with sight of her faire shrine ; and of thy sweetest selfe ( her famous Pandresse ) open I say . Sister ? you heare me well , paint not your Tomb without ; wee know too well what rotten carcases are lodg'd within ; open I say . Ero opens , and hee sees her head layd on the coffin , &c. Sister I haue brought you tidings to wake you out of this sleeping mummerie .

Ero.

Alas shee 's faint , and speech is painefull to her .

Thar.

Well said frubber , was there no Souldier here lately ?

Ero.

A Souldier ? when ?

Thar.

This night , last night , tother night ; and I know not how many nights and daies .

Cyn.

Whos 's there ?

Ero.

Your brother Mistris , that asks if there were not a souldier here .

Cyn.

Here was no souldier .

Ero.

Yes Mistris I thinke here was such a one though you tooke no heede of him .

Thar.

Goe to sister ; did not you ioyne kisses , embraces , and plight indeede with him , the vtmost pledge of Nuptiall loue with him . Deni 't , deni 't ; but first heare me a short storie . The Souldier was your disguis'd husband , dispute it not . That you see yonder , is but a shadow , an emptie chest containing nothing but aire . Stand not to gaze at it , t is true . This was a proiect of his owne contriuing to put your loialtie & constant vowes to the test ; y' are warnd , be arm'd . Exit .

Ero.

O fie a these perils .

Cyn.

O Ero ! we are vndone .

Ero.

Nay , you 'd nere be warn'd ; I euer wisht you to withstand the push of that Souldiers pike , and not enter him too deep into your bosom , but to keep sacred your widowes vowes made to Lysander .

Cyn.

Thou did'st , thou did'st .

Ero.

Now you may see th' euent . Well our safetie lies in our speed : hee le doe vs mischiefe , if we preuent not his comming . Le ts to your Mothers : and there cal out your mightiest friends to guard you from his furie . Let them begin the quarrell with him for practising this villanie on your sexe to intrappe your frailties .

Cyn.

Nay I resolue to sit out one brunt more ; to trie to what aime hee le enforce his proiect : were he some other man , vnknowne to me , his violence might awe me ; but knowing him as I doe , I feare him not . Do thou but second me , thy strength and mine shall master his best force , if he should proue outragious . Despaire they say makes cowardes turne couragious . Shut vp the Tomb . Shut the Tomb .

Enter one of the Souldiers sent out before to seeke the Sentinell . 1.

All paines are lost in hunting out this Souldier ; his fear ( adding wings to his heeles ) out-goes vs as farre as the fresh Hare the tir'd hounds . Who goes there ? Ent. 2. souldier another way

2.

A friend .

1.

O , your successe and mine touching this Sentinell , tells , I suppose , one tale ; hee 's farre enough I vndertake by this time .

2.

I blame him not : the law 's seuere ( though iust and can not be dispenc'd . )

1.

Why should the lawes of Paphos , with more rigour , then other Citie lawes pursue offenders ? that not appeas'd with their liues forfait , exact a iustice of them after death ? And if a Souldier in his watch forsooth lose one of the dead bodies , he must die for 't : It seems the State needed no souldiers when that was made a law .

2.

So we may chide the fire for burning vs ; or say the Bee 's not good because she stings ; T is not the body the law respects , but the souldiers neglect ; when the watch ( the guard and safetie of the Citie ) is left abandon'd to all hazards . But let him goe ; and tell me if your newes sort with mine , for Lycus ; apprehended they say , about Lysanders murther .

1.

T is true ; hee 's at the Captaines lodge vnder guard , and t is my charge in the morning to vnclose the leaden coffin , and discouer the bodie ; The Captaine will assay an old conclusion often approu'd ; that at the murtherers sight the bloud reuiues againe , and boiles a fresh ; and euery wound has a condemning voice to crie out guiltie gainst the murtherer .

2.

O world , if this be true ; his dearest friend , his bed companion , whom of all his friends he cull'd out for his bosome !

1.

Tush man , in this topsie turuy world , friendship and bosom kindnes , are but made couers for mischief , meanes to compasse il . Near-allied trust , is but a bridge for treson . The presumptions crie loud against him ; his answeres found disiointed ; crosselegd tripping vp one another . He names a Town whether he brought Lysander murther'd by Mountainers , that 's false , some of the dwellers haue been here , and all disclaim it . Besides , the wounds he bears in show , are such as shrews closely giue their husbands , that neuer bleede , and finde to be counterfait .

2. O that iade falshood is neuer sound of all ; but halts of one legge still . Truth pace is all vpright ; sound euery where . And like a die , sets euer on a square . And how is Lycus his bearing in this condition ? 1.

Faith ( as the manner of such desperate offenders is till it come to the point ) carelesse , & confident , laughing at all that seeme to pittie him . But leaue it to th' euent . Night fellow Souldier , you le not meet me in the morning at the Tomb , and lend me your hand to the vnrigging of Lysanders herse .

2. I care not if I do , to view heauens power in this vnbottomd seller . Bloud , though it sleep a time , yet neuer dies . The Gods on murtherers fixe reuengefull eies . Exeunt Lysander solus with a crow of yron , and a halter which he laies downe and puts on his disguise againe . COme my borrow'd disguise , let me once more Be reconcild to thee , my trustiest friend ; Thou that in truest shape hast let me see That which my truer selfe hath hid from me , Helpe me to take reuenge on a disguise , Ten times more false and counterfait then thou . Thou , false in show , hast been most true to me ; The seeming true ; hath prou'd more false then her . Assist me to behold this act of lust , Note with a Scene of strange impietie . Her husbands murtherd corse ! O more then horror ! I le not beleeue 't vntri'd ; If shee but lift A hand to act it ; by the fates her braines flie out , Since shee has madded me ; let her beware my hornes . For though by goring her , no hope be showne To cure my selfe , yet I le not bleede alone . He knocks . Ero. Who knocks ? Lys The souldier ; open . she ope�s & he enters See sweet , here are the engines that must doo 't , Which with much feare of my discouerie I haue at last procur'd . Shall we about this worke ? I feare the morne Will ouer-take 's ; my stay hath been prolong'd With hunting obscure nookes for these emploiments , The night prepares away ; Come , art resolu'd . Cyn. I , you shall finde me constant . Lys. I , so I haue , most prodigiously constant , Here 's a rare halter to hugge him with . Ero. Better you and I ioyne our handes and beare him thether , you take his head . Cyn. I , for that was alwaies heauier then 's whole bodie besides Lys. You can tell best that loded it . Ero. I le be at the feet ; I am able to beare against you I warrant you . Lys. Hast thou prepar'd weake nature to digest A sight so much distastfull ; hast ser'd thy heart I bleede not at the bloudie spectacle ? Hast arm'd thy fearefull eies against th' affront Of such a direfull obiect ? Thy murther'd husband ghastly staring on thee ; His wounds gaping to affright thee ; his bodie soild with Gore ? fore heauen my heart shruggs at it . Cyn. So does not mine , Loue 's resolute ; and stands not to consult With pettie terrour ; but in full carrier Runnes blind-fold through an Armie of misdoubts , And interposing feares ; perhaps I le weepe Or so , make a forc't face and laugh againe . Lys. O most valiant loue ! I was thinking with my selfe as I came ; how if this Brake to light ; his bodie knowne ; ( As many notes might make it ) would it not fixe Vpon thy fame , an vnremoued Brand Of shame , and hate ; they that in former times Ador'd thy vertue ; would they not abhorre Thy lothest memorie ? Cyn. All this I know . But yet my loue to thee Swallowes all this ; or whatsoeuer doubts Can come against it . Shame 's but a feather ballanc't with thy loue . Lys. Neither feare nor shame ? you are steele toth ' Proofe ( but I shall yron you ) : Come then le ts to worke . Alas poore Corps how many martyrdomes Must thou endure ? mangl'd by me a villaine , And now expos'd to foule shame of the Gibbet ? Fore , pietie , there is somewhat in me striues Against the deede , my very arme relents To strike a stroke so inhumane , To wound a hallow'd herse ? suppose t were mine , Would not my Ghost start vp and flie vpon thee ? Cyn. No , I 'de mall it down againe with this . She snatches vp the crow . Lys. How now ? He catches at her throat . Cyn. Nay , then I le assay my strength ; a Souldier and a arraid a dead man ? A soft-r'ode milk-sop ? come I le do ot my selfe . Lys. And I looke on ? giue me the yron . Cyn. No , I le not lose the glorie an t . This hand , &c. Lys. Pray thee sweet , let it not bee said the sauage act was thine ; deliuer me the engine . Cyn. Content your selfe , t is in a fitter hand . Lys. Wilt thou first ? art not thou the most . Cyn. Ill-destin'd wife of a transform'd monster ; Who to assure him selfe of what he knew , Hath lost the shape of man . Lys. Ha ? crosse-capers ? Cyn. Poore Souldiers case ; doe not we know you Sir ? But I haue giuen thee what thou cam'st to seeke . Goe Satyre , runne affrighted with the noise Of that harsh sounding horne thy selfe hast blowne , Farewell ; I leaue thee there my Husbands Corps , Make much of that . Exit . cum Er. Lys. What haue I done ? O let me lie and grieue , and speake no more . Captaine , Lycus with a guard of three or foure Souldiers . Cap.

BRing him away ; you must haue patience Sir : If you can say ought to quit you of those presumptions that lie heauie on you , you shall be heard . If not , t is not your braues , nor your affecting lookes can carrie it . We must acquite our duties .

Lyc.

Y' are Captaine a th' watch Sir .

Cap.

You take me right .

Lyc.

So were you best doe mee ; see your presumptions bee strong ; or be assured that shall proue a deare presumption , to brand me with the murther of my friend . But you haue beene suborn'd by some close villaine to defame me .

Cap.

T will not be so put off friend Lycus , I could wish your soule as free from taint of this foule fact ; as mine from any such vnworthy practise .

Lyc.

Conduct mee to the Gouernour him selfe ; to confront before him your shallow accusations .

Cap.

First Sir , I le beare you to Lysanders Tombe , to confront the murther'd body ; and see what euidence the wounds will yeeld against you .

Lyc.

Y' are wise Captaine . But if the bodie should chance not to speake ; If the wounds should bee tongue-tied Captaine ; where 's then your euidence Captaine ? will you not be laught at for an officious Captaine ?

Cap.

Y' are gallant Sir .

Lyc.

Your Captainship commands my seruice no further .

Cap.

Well Sir , perhaps I may , if this conclusion take not ; wee le trie what operation lies in torture , to pull confession from you .

Lyc.

Say you so Captaine ? but hearke you Captaine , Might it not concurre with the qualitie of your office , ere this matter grow to the height of a more threatning danger ; to winck a little at a by slip , or so ?

Cap.

How 's that ?

Lyc.

To send a man abroad vnder guard of one of your silliest shack-rags ; that be may beate the knaue , and run's way . I meane this on good termes Captaine ; I le be thankfull .

Cap.

I le thinke on t hereafter . Meane time I haue other emploiment for you .

Lyc.

Your place is worthily replenisht Captaine . My dutie Sir ; Hearke Captaine , there 's a mutinie in your Armie ; I le go raise the Gouernour . Exiturus .

Cap.

No hast Sir ; hee le soone be here without your summons .

Souldiers thrust vp Lysander from the Tomb . 1.

Bring forth the Knight ath ' Tomb ; haue we meet with you Sir ?

Lys.

Pray thee souldier vse thine office with better temper .

2.

Come conuay him to the Lord Gouernour , First afore the Captaine Sir . Haue the heauens nought else to doe , but to stand still , and turne all their malignant Aspects vpon one man ?

2.

Captaine here 's the Sentinell wee sought for ; hee 's some new prest Souldier , for none of vs know him .

Cap.

Where found you him ?

1.

My truant was mich't Sir into a blind corner of the Tomb .

Cap.

Well said , guard him safe , bur for the Corps .

1.

For the Corps Sir ? bare misprision , there 's no bodie , nothing . A meere blandation ; a deceptio visus . Vnlesse this souldier for hunger haue eate vp Lysanders bodie .

Lyc.

Why , I could haue told you this before Captaine ; The body was borne away peece-meale by deuout Ladies of Venus order , for the man died one of Venus Martys . And yet I heard since 't was seene whole ath ' other side the downes vppon a Colestafe betwixt two huntsmen , to feede their dogges withall . Which was a miracle Captaine .

Cap.

Mischiefe in this act hath a deepe bottom ; and requires more time to sound it . But you Sir , it seemes , are a Souldier of the newest stamp . Know you what t is to forsake your stand ? There 's one of the bodies in your charge stolne away ; how answere you that ? See here comes the Gouernour .

Enter a Guard bare after the Gouernour : Tharsalio , Argus , Clinias , before Eudora , Cynthia , Laodice , Sthenio , Ianthe , Ero , &c. Guard .

STand aside there .

Cap.

Roome for a strange Gouernour . The perfect draught of a most brainelesse , imperious vpstart . O desert ! where wert thou , when this woodden dagger was guilded ouer with the Title of Gouernour ?

Guard .

Peace Masters ; heare my Lord .

Thar.

All wisedome be silent ; Now speakes Authoritie .

Gouer.

I am come in person to discharge Iustice .

Thar.

Of his office .

Gouer.

The cause you shall know hereafter ; and it is this . A villaine , whose very sight I abhorre ; where is he ? Let mee see him .

Cap.

Is 't Lycus you meane my Lord ?

Gouer.

Goe to sirrha y' are too malipert ; I haue heard of your Sentinells escape ; looke too 't .

Cap.

My Lord , this is the Sentinell you speake of .

Gouer.

How now Sir ? what time a day i st ?

Arg.

I can not shew you precisely , an t please your Honour .

Gouer.

What ? shall we haue replications ? Reioinders ?

Thar.

Such a creature , Foole is , when hee bestrides the back of Authoritie .

Gouer.

Sirrha , stand you forth . It is supposed thou hast committed a most inconuenient murther vpon the body of Lysander .

Lyc.

My good Lord , I haue not .

Gouer.

Peace varlet ; dost chop with me ? I say it is imagined thou hast murther'd Lysander . How it will be prou'd I know not . Thou shalt therefore presently bee had to execution , as iustice in such cases requireth . Souldiers take him away : bring forth the Sentinell .

Lyc.

Your Lordship will first let my defence be heard .

Gouer.

Sirrha ; I le no fending nor prouing . For my part I am satisfied , it is so : that 's enough for thee . I had euer a Sympathy in my minde against him .

Let him be had away .

Thar.

A most excellent apprehension . Hee 's able yee see to iudge of a cause at first sight , and heare but two parties . Here 's a second Solon .

Eud. Heare him my Lord ; presumptions oftentimes , ( Though likely grounded ) reach not to the truth . And Truth is oft abus'd by likelyhood . Let him be heard my Lord . Gouer.

Madam , content your selfe . I will doe iustice ; I will not heare him . Your late Lord , was my Honourable Predecessour : But your Ladiship must pardon me . In matters of iustice I am blinde .

Thar.

That 's true .

Gouer.

I know no persons . If a Court fauourite write to mee in a case of iustice : I will pocket his letter , and proceede . If a Suiter in a case of iustice thrusts a bribe into my hand , I will pocket his bribe , and proceede . Therefore Madam , set your heart at rest : I am seated in the Throne of iustice ; and I will doe iustice ; I will not heare him .

Eud.

Not heare him my Lord ?

Gouer.

No my Ladie : and moreouer put you in mind , in whose presence you stand ; if you Parrat to me long ; goe to .

Thar.

Nay the Vice must snap his Authoritie at all he meetes , how shalt else be knowne what part he plaies ?

Gouer.

Your husband was a Noble Gentleman , but Alas hee came short , hee was no Statesman . Hee has left a foule Citie behinde him .

Thar.

I , and I can tell you t will trouble his Lordship and all his Honorable assistants of Seauingers to sweepe it cleane .

Gouer.

It 's full of vices , and great ones too .

Thar.

And thou none of the meanest .

Gouer.

But I le turne all topsie turuie ; and set vp a new discipline amongst you . I le cut of all perisht members .

Thar.

That 's the Surgeons office .

Gouer.

Cast out these rotten stinking carcases for infecting the whole Citie .

Arg.

Rotten they may be , but their wenches vse to pepper them ; and their Surgeons to perboile them ; and that preserues them from stinking , an t please your Honour .

Gouer.

Peace Sirrha , peace ; and yet t is well said too . A good pregnant fellow yfaith . But to proceede . I will spew drunkennesse out ath ' Citie .

Thar.

In to th' Countrie .

Gouer.

Shifters shall cheate and sterue ; And no man shall doe good but where there is no neede . Braggarts shall liue at the head ; and the tumult that hant Tauernes . Asses shall beare good qualities , and wise men shall vse them . I will whip lecherie out ath ' Citie , there shall be no more Cuckolds . They that heretofore were errand Cornutos , shall now bee honest shop-keepers , and iustice shall take place . I will hunt ielousie out of my Dominion .

Thar.

Doe heare Brother ?

Gouer.

It shall be the only note of loue to the husband , to loue the wife : And none shall be more kindly welcome to him then he that cuckolds him .

Thar.

Beleeue it a wholsome reformation .

Gouer.

I le haue no more Beggers . Fooles shall haue wealth , and the learned shall liue by their wits . I le haue no more Banckrouts . They that owe money shall pay it at their best leisure : And the rest shall make a vertue of imprisonment ; and their wiues shall helpe to pay their debts . I le haue all yong widdowes spaded for marrying againe . For the old and wither'd , they shall be confiscate to vnthriftie Gallants , and decai'd Knights . If they bee poore they shall bee burnt to make sope ashes , or giuen to Surgeons Hall , to bee stampt to salue for the French mesells . To conclude , I will Cart pride out ath ' Towne .

Arg.

An t please your Honour Pride an t be nere so beggarly will looke for a Coch .

Gouer.

Well said a mine Honour . A good significant fellow yfaith : What is he ? he talkes much ; does he follow your Ladiship ?

Arg.

No an t please your Honour , I goe before her .

Gouer,

A good vndertaking presence ; A well-promising fore head , your Gentleman Vsher Madam ?

Eud.

Yours if you please my Lord .

Gouer.

Borne i th' Citie ?

Arg.

I an t please your Honour , but begot i th' Court .

Gouer.

Tressellegg'd ?

Arg.

I , an t please your Honour .

Gouer.

The better , it beares a bredth ; makes roome a both sides . Might I not see his pace ? Argus stalkes .

Arg.

Yes an t please your Honour .

Gouer.

T is well , t is very well . Giue me thy hand : Madame I will accept this propertie at your hand , and wil weare it thred-bare for your sake . Fall in there , sirrha . And for the matter of Lycus Madam , I must tell you , you are shallow : there 's a State point in 't ? hearke you : The Viceroy has giuen him , and wee must vphold correspondence . Hee must walke ; say one man goes wrongfully out ath ' world , there are hundreds to one come wrongfully into th' world .

Eud.

Your Lordship will giue me but a word in priuate .

Thar.

Come brother ; we know you well : what meanes this habite ? why staid you not at Dipolis as you resolu'd , to take aduertisement for vs of your wiues bearing ?

Lys.

O brother , this iealous phrensie has borne mee headlong to ruine .

Thar.

Go to , be comforted ; vncase your selfe ; and discharge your friend .

Gouer.

Is that Lysander say you ? And is all his storie true ? Berladie Madam this iealousie will cost him deare : he vndertooke the person of a Souldier ; and as a Souldier must haue iustice . Madam , his Altitude in this case can not dispence . Lycus , this Souldier hath acquited you .

Thar.

And that acquitall I le for him requite ; the body lost , is by this time restor'd to his place .

Soul.

It is my Lord .

Thar.

These are State points , in which your Lordships time has not yet train'd your Lordship ; please your Lordships graces Nuptiall we haue now in hand .

Hylus and Laodice stand together . Twixt this yong Ladie and this Gentleman . Your Lordship there shall care the ample storie . And how the Asse wrapt in a Lyons skin Fearefully rord , but his large eares appeard And made him laught at , that before was feard . Gouer. I le goe with you . For my part , I am at a non plus . Eudora whispers with Cynthia ! Thar. Come brother ; Thanke the Countesse : shee hath suet to make your peace . Sister give me your hand . So ; Brother let your lips compound the strife , And thinke you haue the only constant Wife . Exeunt .
FINIS .
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Nowforth none could light a torch but at her nose . Now forth : At this house dwells a vertuous Dame , chasteies that Madam , I haue presum'd to offend your chast eies with my presence . Hearing it reported iniudicious of meane condition ; but now by fortunes injudicious hand , guided by bribing Courtiers , hee hastser'd nature to digest A sight so much distastfull ; hast ser'd thy heart I bleede not at the bloudie lechefie and wise men shall vse them . I will whip lecherie out ath' Citie , there shall be no more