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 The schoole of complement¨ As it vvas acted by her Maiesties Seruants at the Priuate house in Drury Lane. By I.S. Shirley, James, 1596-1666. [6], 78 p. Printed by E[lizabeth] A[llde] for Francis Constable, and are to be sold at his shop in Pauls Church-yard, at the signe of the Crane, London : 1631. 1625

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THE SCHOOLE OF COMPLEMENT .

AS IT VVAS ACTED by her Maiesties Seruants at the Priuate house in Drury Lane .

— Haec placuit semel —

By . J. Shirley

LONDON , Printed by E. A. for Francis Constable , and are to be sold at his shop in Pauls Church-yard , at the signe of the Crane . 1631 .

TO THE TRVLY NOBLE GENTLEMAN , WILLIAM TRESHAM Esquire .

SIr , I have long cherished a desire , by some worthy testimony , to expresse how much I honour you : But after a tedious expectation , hopelesse to meete with an occasion to make me so fortunate ; I resolued , rather then to hazard the censure of neglect , to snatch any opportunity of presenting my seruices . This ( which to me hath no name , but what your bounty shall bestow ) hauing pleased you vpon the Stage , comming into the world , offereth it selfe to kisse your hand . If you be merciful , I am vpon euen termes with the world beside , and will study next to reach your minde with imaginations of a higher nature . In the meane time , grow you vp , and ripen your selfe for Honour ; the flowings of your blood will instruct you how to merit ; while I rest content with my ambition , if I may still write my selfe ,

Your deuoted Seruant , I. SHERLEY .
THE SCHOOLE OF COMPLEMENT . PROLOGVE . IT is a principle by Nature wrot In all our vnderstanding , there is not end . One Art or action , but it must tend And moue from some beginning to its The Souldiers that weare the honoured bayes Vpon their browes , and glorious Trophies raise To fame on pile of wounds , knew a time when They suckt at warre . Your Muse inspired men And of diuiner earth , sacred for wit , Crept out of their first elements to it : The goodliest Haruest had first seed and hope , Ere it could lade with an enriching crop The rurall Teame , th' exactest building first Grew from a stone , though afterward it durst Wrap his faire head in clouds : nothing so true , As all things haue beginning : vpon you Dwell candid application ; this Play is The first fruits of a Muse , that before this Neuer saluted Audience , nor doth meane , To sweare himselfe a Factor for the Scene . Though he employ some houres he onely prayes You take it as first borne , although he sayes , He meant it not his heire , since t is vniust One should haue all , as in the Law it must . Accept then a beginning ; all men know , He first kist bayes , that wore them on his brow .
Drammatis Personae . Cornelio , an ancient Gentleman . Infortunio , a Gentleman louer of Selina . Rufaldo , an old Merchant . Antonio , son to Cornelio , in loue with Hilaria . Gasparo , a Gentleman a Louer of Felice . Ienkin , a Welshman . Bubulcus , a rich Gull , in loue with Hilaria . Iocarello , Ienkins Page . Gorgon , Antonio's Seruant . Ingeniolo , a Iustices Clarke . Orlando Furioso , a Roarer . An old Countrey-man . Offe his sonne . Seruingman . Shepheards . Selina Cornelio's daughter . Felice , her sister . Hilaria , Rufaldo's daughter . Delia , a Chamber-maid . Medulla , a Countrey Gentlewoman . Shepheardesses .
THE SCHOOLE OF COMPLEMENT .
Scena prima . Enter Antonio and Gasparo . Antonio .

SIrra , this Welshman is in loue with my sister Selina , and hath chosen me for his Prolocutor .

Gasp.

O! this Loue will make vs all mad , thou knowest I lou'd a sister of thine once , but heauen knowes where she is , I thinke she lou'd me too , dost thinke she did not ?

Gasp.

Well , thy father has reason to curse himselfe , beside some that she and I haue .

Ant.

Nay , nay , thou 't fall into passion againe , when things are past recouery , 't was a good wench , but come , prethee leaue to thinke on her .

Gasp.

Nay , I ha done , what shal 's doe ?

Ant.

Any thing but talke of State matters : thou hast much intelligence in the world , prethee what 's the newes abroad ? I come forth a purpose to heare some , and this is an age of nouelties .

Gasp.

Newes ? O excellent newes !

Ant.

Prethee what i st ? I long to heare some .

Gasp.

There is no newes at all .

Ant.

Call you that excellent newes ?

Gasp.

Is it not good newes , that there is no bad newes ? the truth is , the newes-maker Master Money-lacke is sicke of a consumption of the wit .

Ant.

The newes-maker ? why , is there any newes-maker ?

Gasp.

Oh sir , how should younger brothers haue maintained themselues , that haue trauelled , and haue the names of Countreyes , and Captaines without booke , as perfect as their prayers , I and perfecter too ? for I thinke there is more probability of forgetting their prayers , they say them so seldome ; I tell you sir , I haue knowne a Gentleman that has spent the best part of a thousand pound , while he was prentice to the trade in Holland , and out of three sheetes of paper , which was his whole stocke , a pen and inke-horne he borrowed , hee set vp shop , and spent a hundred pound a yeere vpon his whore , and found sheetes for them both to lye in too : it has beene a great profession ; mary most commonly they are Souldiers : a peace concluded , is a great plague vnto 'em , and if the warres hold , we shall haue store of them ; O , they are men worthy of commendations , they speake in print .

Ant.

Are they Souldiers ?

Gasp.

Faith so they would be thought , though indeed they are but mungrels , not worthy of that noble attribute ; they are indeed bastards , not sonnes of warre and true Souldiers , whose diuine soules I honour , yet they may be cald great spirits too , for their valour is inuisible , these I say will write you a battell in any part of Europe at an houres warning , and yet neuer set foot out of a Tauerne , describe you Towns , Fortifications , Leaders , the strength a' th enemies , what Confederates , euery dayes march , not a Souldier shall lose a haire , or haue a bullet fly betweene his Armes , but hee shall haue a Page to waite on him in quarto , nothing destroyes 'em but want of a good memory , for if they escape contradiction , they may be chronicled .

Ant.

Why , thou art wise enough to be an Informer .

Gasp.

I mary , now you speake of a Trade indeed , the very Atlas of a State Politicke , the Common-shore of a City , nothing falls amisse vnto 'em , and if there bee no filth in the Common-wealth can liue by honesty , and yet be knaues by their priuiledge , there is not an oath but they will haue money for it !

Ant.

Oh braue Trade .

Gasp.

They can eat men aliue and digest 'em , they haue their conscience in a string , and can stifle it at their pleasure , the Deuils iourneymen , set vp for themselues , and keepe a damnation house of their owne ; indeed they seldome proue Aldermen , yet they are taken for Knights euery day a' th weeke , when they ride post , they haue the art of insinuation , and speake writs familiarly , they are Agents as I haue heard for the Deuill in their life time , and if they dye in their bed , haue this priuiledge , to be sonnes of hell by adoption , and take place of Seriants .

Enter Infortunio and Selina . Gasp.

Stay . Who 's there ? thy sister and Infortunio : let 's obserue .

Infor.

I must haue other answer , for I must loue you .

Sil.

Must ? but I doe not see any necessity that I should loue you , I doe confesse you are a proper man .

Infor. O doe not mocke Selina , let not excellence Which you are full of , make you proud and scornefull , I am a Gentleman , though my outward part Cannot attract affection , yet some haue told me , Nature hath made me what she need not shame , Yet looke into my heart , there you shall see What you cannot despise , for there you are With all your graces waiting on you , there Loue hath made you a Throne to sit , and rule Ore Infortunio , all my thoughts obeying And honouring you as Queene , passe by my outside : My brest I dare compare with any man . Sil. 〈…〉 can see this brest you boast of so ? Infor. Oh t't is an easie worke , for though it be Not to be pearced by the dull eye , whose beame Is spent on outward shapes , there is a way To make a search into hiddenst passage . I know you would not loue to please your sense : A Tree that beares a ragged vnleau'd top In depth of Winter , may when Summer comes Speake by his fruit , he is not dead but youthfull , Though once he shew'd no sap : my heart 's a plant Kept downe by colder thoughts , and doubtfull feares , Your frownes like Winter stormes make it seeme dead , But yet it is not so , make it but yours , And you shall see it spring , and shoot forth leaues Worthy your eye , and the oppressed sap Ascend to euery part to make it greene , And pay your loue with fruit when Haruest comes . If my affection be suspected , make Experience of my loyalty , by some seruice Though full of danger , you shall know me better , And so discerne the truth of what you see not . Sil. Then you confesse your loue is cold as yet , And Winter 's in you heart . Infor. Mistake me not , Silena , for I say My heart is cold , not loue . Sel. And yet your loue is from your heart I le warrant . Infor. Oh you are nimble to mistake , My heart is cold in your displeasures onely , And yet my loue is feruent , for your eye Casting out beames , maintaines the flame it burnes in . Againe , sweete Loue , My heart is not mine owne , 't is yours , you haue it , And while it naked lyes , not dain'd your bosome To keepe it warme , how can it be but cold , In danger to be frozen ? blame not it , You onely are in fault it hath no heate . Sel. Well sir , I know you haue Rethoricke , but I Can without art giue you a finall answer . Infor. Oh stay , and thinke a while , I cannot relish You should say finall , sweet , deliberate , It doth concerne all the estate I haue , I meane not dunghill treasure , but my life Doth stand or fall to it , if your answer be That you can loue me , be it swift as lightning , But if you meane to kill me , and reiect My so long loue-deuotions , which I haue pay'd As to an Altar , stay a little longer , And let me count the riches I shall lose By one poore aëry word , first giue me backe That part of Infortunio that is lost Within your loue , play not the Tyrant with me . Sel. Y' are ouer-weake to let your passions sway you : If I knew any thing I had of yours , I would not doe you that iniustice , sir , To let it stay with me , and for your loue I cannot pay it backe againe with mine , Either release the debt , or I shall dye in 't , Your suite is fruitlesse , hopelesse , pardon me , farewell . Ant.

Now by all my hopes you are to blame , sister , come , this Gentleman deserues your loue , Infortunio .

Sel.

Brother , you forget your selfe .

Ant.

Why , I doe remember I am your brother , I say you must loue him .

Sel.

Must ?

Ant.

What , does that moue your spirit ? what are you , but you may loue ? be not petulant , y' are a baggage and not worthy of a man , by heauen I now could kick her .

Exit . Gasp.

Thy tother sister was of calmer temper , this a true woman .

Infor.

Sir , had not nature made you brother to her , I should be angry .

Exit Ant.

Alas poore Gentleman , I doe not feele my selfe in such an humour for Hilaria , and yet by this hand I loue her well enough , and now I thinke on 't , I promis'd her my company , she has a damnable vsurious stinking wretch to her father , that cannot abide me , but 't is no matter , this wench and I may find a place to meete in , in spight of his eyes and spectacles . How now Gorgon , what sayes she ?

Enter Gorgon . Gorg.

Sir , I haue done your remembrances to Mistris Hilaria , and told her you should find her comming by and by , but you were best passe in some obscurity , for her father Rufaldo is hard by sir . Lupus in Fabula .

Enter Rufaldo . Ant.

Gasparo , and thou loue me , shew thy wit to entertaine this piece of blacke Dammaske and Veluet guards , while I goe in to Hilaria .

Ruf.

Old men are the truest louers , young men are inconstant and wag with euery wind , we neuer moue , but are as true as steele .

Gor.

But in womens matters as weake as water , as weake as water .

Ruf.

Besides , sweet Loue , but doe I court a shadow ? to see whither loue will carry a man : let me see , I could find in my heart to bestow a ring vpon my Sweet-heart , but that I am loth to part with it : hem , I will get but one childe , and that shall be a boy , lest hauing too many children , I vndoe my heire , and my goods be deuided . O sweet Selina , O amiable Selina ; sure I am not old .

Gor.

I haue it , Signior Gasparo , pray let me begin with my Merchant if you loue me , and if you like it , second me .

Gasp.

Goe to Gorgon , let 's see thy window .

Ruf.

Old men walke with a staffe , and creepe along the streets , hold their heads below their girdle , faulter in their speech , foame at mouth , and breathe ten times in a furlong , and are ready to spit their lungs on euery mans threshold .

Gorg.

God saue you sir .

Ruf.

God a mercy honest Gorgon .

Gor.

I crie you mercie sir , I le assure you sir , I tooke you for Master Rufaldo the old Merchant .

Ruf.

Why , and am not I ? is not the fellow drunke ? I am Rufaldo .

Gor.

It may be some kin to him , but not that Rufaldo I meane , you are younger a faire deale .

Ruf.

I am that Rufaldo , the Merchant , that buried my wife lately , and haue one daughter Hilaria , ancient acquaintance with Cornelio and your Master Antonio .

Gor.

Oh sir , you must excuse me for that .

Ruf.

Is thy name Gorgon ?

Gor.

What else sir , honest Gorgon I ?

Ruf.

Doe I know thee to be Gorgon ? what , shall I be fac'd out of my selfe ? why thou varlet , who am I , if not Rufaldo ?

Gor.

Why sir , 't is plaine , you haue no gray haires in your head , your cheeke is scarlet , a wanton youthfull eye ; Rufaldo had a head like frost , his eyes sunke into his hollows , a rugged brow , a hoarie beard , and all his body not worth a drop of blood , a very crazie old meale-mouth'd Gentleman , you are younger at least by thirty yeeres .

Ruf.

I le assure thee I was Rufaldo , when I rose in the morning .

Gor.

You haue not slept since , haue you ?

Ruf.

No .

Gor.

'T is the more strange . I haue heard of some that haue beene changed in a dreame , but neuer waking before : this is strange , nay admirable !

Ruf.

Young , chang'd , art sure thou dost not mocke ?

Gor.

I were a very knaue then , if you be Rufaldo , I hope your worship knowes I haue beene bound to my good behauiour .

Ruf.

Altered young , ha ! I would I were ; and yet me thinks I am liuelier then I was , I feele my ioynts plyable as waxe , and my voyce is stronger too . But tell me , honest Gorgon , is it possible for an old man to be young againe ?

Gor.

Nay , I see you le not beleeue me : well sir , I will be bold to report the wonder abroad , and astonish all your friends .

Ruf.

Nay , stay , honest Gorgon , ha ! young , no gray haires ? stay , who 's here ?

Exit Gorgon . Gasp.

Ha! 't is not he , I le speake to him , no 't is in vaine , I le see if he knowes me . — He passes by .

Ruf.

Gasparo ! what , does not he know me too ?

Gasp.

Sir , I should know you , are you not Signior Petrucchio , the dancing Master ?

Ruf.

Tricks , passages , I am Rufaldo , old Rufaldo .

Gasp.

Rufaldo indeed is old , but you are young , you doe retaine his countenance , I would sweare you were he , but you are younger farre .

Ruf.

'T is so , I am chang'd , I am younger then I was , I am that Rufaldo , beleeue , I know you to be a learned Gentleman , nam'd Gasparo , I was told afore I was altered , but not to trouble you with many questions , onely one , Gasparo , is it a thing possible for an old man to be young againe ? I know 't is admirable , but is it possible ? you are a Scholler .

Gasp.

Possible ? oh yes , there 's no question , for we see by experience , Stagges cast their old hornes , and proue vigorous , Snakes cast off their old coates , Eagles renew their age , your plants doe it familiarly , the Phoenix when she is old , burnes herselfe to ashes , from thence reuiues a young Phoenix againe . Possible ? I haue heard some old men haue beene twice children sir , — therefore ' this not impossible .

Ruf.

T is very strange : I am not yet confident .

Gasp.

There be receites in Physicke , sir , to keepe them young , sauing that time runnes on a little beforehand with em : yes , and to make young , since it is harder to make aliue when they are dead , then to make young when they are aliue , and Physicke doth reuiue some out of all question , though not so familiarly as kill , for that they doe with a little study ; mary I thinke , if it were as gainefull to the Phisicion to restore as to destroy , hee would practise the Art of recouery very faithfully .

Ruf.

Why , doe you thinke it would not proue as gainefull ?

Gasp.

Oh! by no meanes , for where an old man would giue a hundred pound , to haue forty or fifty yeeres wiped off the old score of his life , his wife or next heire would ioyne rather then faile , to out-bid him halfe on 't , to put him out of debt quite , and to send his old leaking vessell into mare mortuum .

Ruf.

Well , well , but if I bee young , I haue tooke no Physicke for 't .

Gasp.

If nay , 't is past if , and , and too , you are certainly restor'd , let me see , you looke like one of foure , or sixe and thirty , not a minute aboue , and so much a man may take you for .

Ruf.

Well , I know not what to say too 't , there is some power in loue has blest me : now Selina , be thou gracious .

Gasp.

Are you in loue ? nay , the wóder is not so great ; who can expresse the power of Loue ? I haue read of a Painter named Pigmalion , that made the Picture of a womā so to the life , that he fell in loue with it , courted it , lay in bed with it , and by power of Loue , it became a soft-natur'd wench indeed , and he begot I know not how many children of her . Well sir , Selina cannot choose but be mad for you .

Ruf.

Not mad , Gasparo , I would be loth to be troubled with her and she be mad .

Gasp.

Yes , and shee be mad in loue , there is no harme in 't , she cannot be too mad in loue , your Cornucopia may be abated at pleasure , besides sir , the best morall men say , Loue it selfe is a madnesse , and the madder your wife is , the more sure you may be she loues you .

Ruf.

No , no , I loue no madnesse on any condition , for feare of being horne-mad .

Gasp.

Why sir , madnesse is not such a discredit , as the age goes : you know there are many mad fashions , and what man but some times may be mad ? are not your great men mad , that when they haue enough , will pawne their soule for a Monopolie ? besides mad Lords , what doe you thinke of Ladies at some time of the Moone , you may spell em in their names , Maddame ? you haue mad Courtiers , that run madding after Citizens wiues : the Citizens are mad too , to trust em with their wares , who haue beene so deepe in their wiues bookes before : your Iustice of Peace is some times mad too , for when he may see well enough , he will suffer any man to put out his eye with a bribe : some Lawyers are often starke-mad , and talke wildly , no man is able to endure their Tearmes .

Ruf.

Prethee mad-cap leaue , I am almost mad to heare thee .

Gasp.

Well , my old young Rufaldo , if you marry Selina , I shall haue a paire of gloues , I hope , and you le let mee dance at your wedding .

Ruf.

That thou shalt , boy , and I le dance my selfe too , hey , —

Exit leaping . Gasp.

Farewell credulitie ; ha , ha , with what a greedinesse doe old men run out of their wits ? 'T was a good recreation to see with what pleasure he suffered himselfe to be guld : faith Gasparo , play out thy hand , now thou art in : me thinkes I haue an excellent appetite to make my selfe merry with the simplicity of this age : let me see , 't is Spring and , I meane to giue my head a purgation , it may beate off the remembrance of my lost Loue Felice : a pox of Melancholy , I will act two or three parts if I liue in spight of it , and if I die then

Exit Gasparo . Enter Gorgon . Gor.

Seignior Gasparo , my Master would speake with you : the proiect too : I met the Youth strutting like a Gentleman Vsher , 't was my inuention .

Gasp.

But I gaue it pollish , Gorgon .

Gorg.

I confesse , you tooke off the rough-cast , but 't was Gorgons head brought forth the proiect , from my Ioues braine came this Minerua .

Gasp.

I thinke thou art a wit .

Gor.

Who , I a wit ? I thought you had ' more wit , then to make such a question , all the Towne takes me for a wit , here 's a pate hath crakers in 't and flashes .

Gasp.

And thou saist the word , wee le ioyne in a proiect of wit , to make an Asse of the world a little , it shall make vs merry , if it take no other wayes , wo't ioyne ?

Gor.

By this hand , any proiect of wit , what i st , good Gasparo ? the proiect .

Gasp.

Canst be close ?

Gor.

As mid-night to a Bawd , or a paire of Trusses to an Irish mans buttockes .

Gasp.

Goe to , thou shalt now then excuse me to thy Master , I will presently furnish my selfe with new lodgings , and expect to heare from me shortly my braue Delphicke , I haue it in Embrio , and I shall soone be deliuered .

Gorg.

If I faile , call me Spider-catcher .

Exit . Gasp.

Mum , not a word , if all hit right , we may Laugh all our melancholy thoughts away .

Exit .
Actus secundus , Scena prima . Enter Bubulcus . Bub.

If I were a woman , now could I fall in loue with my selfe : euery body tels me I am the proprest Gentleman in the Towne , and I put it vp , for the truth is , I dare not giue any one the lye , a pox a fighting , I can looke as big as another , but shall I be such an Asse , to venture my selfe with beasts ? for they say , your swords most commonly are Foxes , and haue notable mettall in 'em ; let me see , I am now at Rufaldoes my father in Law that must be , here he is .

Enter Rufaldo apparelled youthfully .

Master Rufaldo , if you had beene my owne father , as you are but like to be my father in Law , I should haue prou'd my selfe a foole , by this hand I should not haue knowne you , why , how briske and neate , and youthfull he is !

Ruf.

I am something altered I confesse , since I saw you .

Bub.

By this flesh that shines , a man would not take you to be aboue fiue or sixe and thirty at most , how came this ?

Ruf.

Iust as Gasparo told me , 't is apparent , nay , nay , sonne , forbeare to be inquisitiue , I confesse I am abated of my age , the power of Loue , and so forth , but I see your fire of loue is not out too .

Bub.

No , mine was but raked vp in the embers .

Ruf.

Why , this Loue does make vs all ingenious too : come sit downe , sauing your tayle sir , a cushion , we may discourse with the more case .

Bub.

Pray , how does my Sweet-heart Mistris Hillaria .

Ruf.

Shee is very well , ha sonne , I am in loue too : son I call you , I hope you will get my daughters good-will , but you le finde her peeuish .

Bub.

No matter , sir , for that , I would not haue her easily , I would sweat for her , I le warrant , I le make her loue me .

Ruf.

Looke you can you read , I made a ditty to send to my Mistris , and my Musician that I keepe in my house , to teach my daughter , hath set it to a very good aire , he tels me : you shall heare and iudge of it , I heare him tuning his Instrument .

A Song . God of Warre to Cupid yeeld , He is Master of the field , He with Arrow hits the heart , Thou with Lance the worser part . Cupid greater is then Ioue , Since he wounded was with loue , Nay , in power by much ods He excels the other gods . Loue transform'd Ioue to a Swan , Made Vlysses a mad man , But Rufaldo it does make Young for his Selinas sake . Ruf.

How doe you relish it , ha ?

Bub.

I troth the Ditty is as pretty an ayer as ere I saw , 't is diuided into three regions too , I warrant you , can make Ballads easily .

Ruf.

Oh fie , they are barbarous and ignoble , that 's beggerly .

Bub.

But for all that , I haue read good stuffe sometimes , especially in your fighting Ballads , When Cannons are roaring , and bullets are flying , &c.

Ruf.

Fie , a whipping post , tinkerly stuffe ; how did you like the aire ?

Bub.

As sweet an aire as a man would wish to liue in , but 't is some-what backeward .

Ruf.

Oh Musicke , the life of the soule .

Bub.

I should haue learn'd Musicke once too , but my Master had so many crochets , I could ne'r away with it : but where is your daughter , sir ? there is no Musicke without her , she is the best Instrument to play vpon .

Ruf.

And you shall haue her betweene your legs presently .

Bub.

I had as liefe be betwixt hers , for all that .

Ruf.

Hilaria , where is this girle ? I le fetch her to you , and leaue her with you , for I haue a Loue of mine owne , to whom I meane in person to present this Ditty , I le fetch her .

Exit . Bub.

I doe not see what fault shee 'can finde with me , and if I had some good word to come ouer her : but I must helpe it out and neede be , with swearing ; but here she is .

Enter Rufaldo , Hilaria , Antonio aloofe . Ruf.

Still Antonio with you ? you are a foolish girle : doe I take care to prouide a husband for you ? and will you cast away your selfe vpon a Prodigall ? but that I would not discontent his sister , whom I hope to make my wife , I would forbid him my house ; therefore be wise , and take heede of him , hee 's giddy-headed , and loose-bodied . The Bee may buzze , but he will leaue a sting : plant your loue there : vpon my blessing , he has many Lordships .

Hil.

Pray heauen he haue good manners .

Ruf.

I haue set open the gate of opportunity ; Cupid speed vs both .

Bub.

Let mee alone to enter my man , now the point is open : hum , stay , there 's a man in her Tables more then I looked for : foot , he kisses her , I le call Rufaldo backe , hee s out of sight , it were but a cowardly tricke , for me to run-away .

Ant.

Be Buzzard now , the sting of conscience eate vp his gut , frie his suet , and leaue him at his death not able to weigh downe a pound of candle .

Bub.

He talkes of suet , I doe melt already .

Hil.

Looke , doe you see that man of clothes ? vpon my fathers blessing he must be my husband . What will you doe ?

Ant.

Fight with him , his clothes are too big for him , I le beate him till he swell to 'em .

Hil.

No , as you loue me , doe not strike him .

Bub.

I will set a good face whatsoeuer come . Hilaria , how does my Loue , come kisse : why so : this comes of valour , we fall to , and he falls off , he 's some coward , I hope , and how doest Hilaria ? 't is an age since I saw thee : what Springals is that ? ha .

Hil.

One that desires to be of your acquaintance , sir .

Bub.

My acquaintace , who is he ? none but Knights , and Knights fellowes , are of my acquaintance , I scorne Gentlemen .

Hi.

But for my sake , pray be acquainted with him .

Bub.

Thou shalt doe much with me , sir , I am content for her sake whom I loue , to bee acquainted with you , wo't borrow any money ? for so doe all that begin their acquaintance with me , 't is the fashion , he is a coward , is he not ? here : nay , and you scorne my money , I scorne your acquaintance .

Hil.

Pray for my sake .

Bub.

Why , he will borrow no money of mee , I had neuer such a tricke put vpon me , since I knew what acquaintance was : I me sure there haue beene forty acquainted with me , since I came to Towne , and not one had not so little breeding , to let me aske 'em the question , wee could no sooner shake hands , but the other was in my pocket : It may be 't is his modesty . Sir , this is my Loue Hilaria , and if you will not borrow money of me , by this hand , there lyes my sword , he is a coward .

Hil.

It appeares .

Bub.

Hilaria is my Mistresse , and if any man dare be so venturous , as to blast her reputation with a foule breath , he shall breathe his last .

Hil.

'T is very sure , he shall not be immortall .

Bub.

Or if you shall offer in my presence to defile her lip , or touch her hand , or kisse but the nether part of her vesture , you had better kisse her in another place ; nay doe but blow on her .

Hil.

You forget your selfe , this is my friend .

Bub.

Or winke at her , or speake to her , or make signes , or thinke on her to my face , and you had better keepe your thoughts to your selfe : now to conclude , and if you bee agrieu'd , my name is Bubulcus , and you lye .

Ant.

And you lye there at h ground : why should not I knocke his braines out with his owne hilts , or stake him to the ground , like a man that had hang'd himselfe ? Sirra clothes , Rat of Nilus fiction , monster , golden Calfe , oh , I would kicke thee till thou hast no more braines , then thy cousin Woodcocke : I will not dishonour my selfe to kill thee , halfe a dozen kickes will be as good as a house of correction , out you Monkey .

Bub.

Oh , that I could run thee thorow body and soule , I will challenge thee , a pox on your toes , would I had the paring of your nayles , were you dumbe so long for this ?

Ant.

Hence .

Bub.

Who look't for you ? when will you be here agen ? looke for a challenge , the time may come , when I will beate thee .

Exit . Ant.

Has thy father left a multitude of men , to make choice of this peece of folly to be thy husband ? oh , the blindnesse of a couetous wretched father , that is led onely by the eares , and in loue with sounds ! Nature had done wel to haue thrust him into the world without an eye , that like a Mole is so affected to base earth , and there meanes to dig for Paradise : but come , Hilaria . Fathers their children , and themselues abuse , That wealth a husband for their daughter chuse .

Exeunt . Enter Cornelio , Rufaldo , and Selina . Cor. I did not thinke , Rufaldo , pardon me , You could haue so preuail'd , but if she can Plant her affection on yee , I le not be Backward to call you sonne . Seli. Hee does appeare With all the charmes of loue vpon his eye , And not rough drawne , but polisht , he assumes A power 'boue all resistance . Cor. An old mans Darling , is a petty Queene Aboue all her desires . Ruf. Nay , she shall wāt nothing my wealth can purchase , O my sweet Selina . Cor. Rufaldo , with your patience , I would haue A word or two in priuate , you neede not Preiudicate me . Ruf. With all my heart . Cor. Selina , thou knowest I am thy father . Sel. My duty , sir , shall speake it . Cor. And you know whom you haue reiected . Sel. Young Infortunio . Cor. Aud you know what man he is , with whom You meane to tye that knot , nothing but Death is able to vndoe . Sil. Rufaldo , sir , an old man . Cor. Oh Selina , Felice thy poore sister thou recalst To sad remembrance , but heauen alas Knowes onely where she is . Sel. Sir , I haue often heard you talke of her , But neuer knew that sister well . Cor. Thou with thy vncles tendernesse wast kept Alwayes i th Countrey , not vntill her losse At home with me , her fate taught me to giue A liberty to thee , her I restrain'd Poore wench in loue with Gasparo , till betwixt Obedience to a father , and the loue To him , she left vs both , father and friend , Now to auoyd the like affliction , I vowed thy freedome , and thou seest I doe Not encounter thy affection with the bonds A father might enforce vpon his child . Sel. I humbly thanke you . Cor. But yet Selina , Take heed , be not too rash , I haue obseru'd You want no common iudgement , O doe not Precipitate thy selfe into a sorrow , Shall waste thee with repentance , let me tell you , There is a methode , when your passion 's young To keepe it in obedience : you loue Rufaldo , Art thou not young ? How will the Rose agree With a dead Hyacinth ? or the Honey Wood-bind , Circling a withered Bryer ? You can apply , can you submit your body To bed with Ice and Snow , your blood to mingle ? Would you be deaf'd with coughing , teach your eye How to be rumaticke ? Breathes he not out His body in diseases , and like dust Falling all into pieces , as if Nature Would make him his old graue : I say too much . O what are all the riches of the world , To an oppressed mind ? which then must be Fed with despaire of change , or will gold Buy off th' imprisonment ? nay , will it not Compose the chaines , that bind you to endure it ? Well I haue said enough , keepe still your freedome , And loose it where you will , you shall not blame Me for your fate , nor grieue me with your shame . Sel. Deare father , low as earth I tender you The duty of a daughter , I haue heard you Not with a carelesse eare , that liberty You haue bestow'd on me , for which I owe All that I am , doth make me confident You will not be offended , if I tell you My loue is vertuous , were it otherwise , I should elect as you premonish youth , And prodigall blood : And father , I thinke here I shew my selfe your daughter , nor am I Without good president too : how many fine Young noble Ladies , in this Faiëry I le , Haue matcht with reuerend age ? and liue as they Were borne from Natures puritie , free from staine Of sensuall imputation , by their Loues , Deriuing heauenly honours to themselues 'Boue merit of equality . Cor. No more , heauens blessing and mine Light on thee , sha't haue Rufaldo . Sel. I would not leaue Rufaldo for a world Of rash vntemperate youth , beleeue it sir . Cor. Rufaldo , heard you that ? she sayes she would not Leaue you for a world of other men . Ruf. Nor I for thousand worlds forsake my Loue . Come seale it with a kisse , another , another , another . Cor. As close as Cockles . Ruf. Oh , that we were married ! 't is death to stay the Ceremonies , would we were a bed together . Cor. 'T were time I see we were at conference , To confirme all things for the marriage , You being agreed , I thinke we shall not differ In other circumstance , and 't were sinne to let That keepe your ioyes asunder by delay : Please you wee le haue some treaties . Ruf. Most willingly , O my bird , my Chicke , my Doue , My America , my new-found world , I shall shortly Run backe into one and twenty againe . Exeunt Cornelio and Rufaldo . Sel. With what agility he moues himselfe , As he were made of ayre ? let weaknes taxe Our inequality , I haue a minde Can easily contemne what the worlds malice Out of its owne first guiltines can throw Vpon our loues , 't shall be enough for me Thus to conuince the world of so much basenes , Lodg'd in luxurious thoughts , by my chast thoughts . Rufaldo , thou art mine , all time , me thinkes Is slow , till we be actually possest Of mutuall enioying . Stay , who 's this Enter lenkin , and his Page locarello . The Welshman that deliuers his affection At second hand to me . Ien.

Looke you Pages , where our Sweet-hearts and Pigsnies be , & her could tell what to say to her now , know her heart very well , but pogs vpon her , cannot aule her knowledge speake Rethoricks , and Oratories , and fine words to her ? looke you kanow better to fight , and cut doublets with her Welsh glaues , marke you .

Ioc.

Sir will you loose this opportunitie , you le curse your selfe in Welsh , two or three dayes together for 't .

Ien.

Sentilwoman , if her knaw not her name , was Ienkin , borne in Wales , came of pig houses , & prittish bloods was haue great hils and mountaines aule her owne , when was get 'em againe , anie was her cousins , and our Countreyman was neuer conquered , but alwayes haue the victories prauely , haue her Armes and scushrins , to know that say you , was giue in her crests great deale of monsters , and Dragons , kille 'em with their hookes very valiantly , as any Sentelman in the whole world : pray you now was please you place her affections and goodwils vpon her , in wayes of makemoney , marke you teale plainely , lenkin was loue her very honestly , else pox vpon her , and her will fight in her cause , and quarrels , long as haue any plood in her bellies and backs too , marke you .

Sel. Sir , I am bound to you for the affection You cast on me , 't is farre aboue my merit . Ien.

Merits say you ? awle merits are awle banished our Countries and Nations , you know dat : pray you was her loue lenkin ?

Sel. Loue you , sir ? I know not How to be so inhumane , not to loue you , Your parts deserue a nobler obiect , I am not Worthy so much opinion of your loue , But wherein I may doe you seruice sir , You shall command Selina . Exit Selina . Ien.

Shall her , was make her meanes and satisfactions warrant her , or say Senkin was Sentleman of Wales , say you now Pages , was haue her matrimonies & wedlocks very fast , looke you , and when was get her awse her cousins , was make ioyes and gratulation for her good fortunes vpon her walsh Harpes , know you dat very well Pages ? her feare her shall be Knighted one dayes , and haue great cumulations of vrships , honours , and dignities too , a great while agoe .

Ioc.

And great Castles i th' aire .

Ien.

Was giue awle our lands , and craggy Tenements in Wales away to our cousin vp Iohn , and liue her selfe here vpon very good fashions , with our monies and mighty riches , when her can get 'em .

Enter Infortunio . Infor.

How now , whither so fast , man ? thou maist get to hell by night , and thou goest but an Aldermans pace .

Ien.

By Cats blood , her will goe to the Deuill and her list , what is that to her ?

Infor.

Cry you mercy , your name is Master lenkin .

Ien.

And what haue her to say to Master lenkin ? lenkin is as good names as her owne , pray you was good Sentle man as her selfe , know very well , say you now ?

Infor.

Godboy , sir .

Ien.

Boyes , does her call her boyes ? harke you her ? her name is lenkin , her be no boyes , no shildren .

Infor.

I will not be vsed so .

Ien.

Her shall be vs'd worse , and her call lenkin boyes , was knocke as tall a man as herselfe , an welsh plood be vp , looke you .

Infor.

Can she loue Rufaldo ? 't is impossible .

Ien.

Piple pables , 't is very possible .

Infor.

His body has more diseases then an Hospitall , an hunger-staru'd Rascall .

Ien.

Raskals ? sheshu ! was neuer such names and appellations put vpon her , awle her dayes , Becar her will make you eate vp awle her words and ignominies , or her plade shall make holes in your bellies diggon .

Infor.

A very puffe , a weake Canniball .

Ien.

Hey , puffe , and Cannibals , if the Deuill be in your mouthes , her will picke your teeths with her welsh plade , and pay you for all your puffes , & Cannibals , warrant her .

Infor. But 't is her fault , aloue impudent woman . Oh , may you like Narcissus perish by Your face , the fall of others , or vnpityed Of heauen and earth , dye loathsome ! I could curse . Ien. Her can curse , and sweare too , looke you now . Infor. Pardon diuinest sexe , passions doe force My reason from me , I doe submit , Craue pardon , as your creature . Ien.

Nay , and her craue pardons , and make submissions , lenkin was put vp awle her angers and indignations , farewell .

Exit cum locarello . Infor. Oh , Selina ! Thou art too much an Adamant To draw my soule vnto thee , either be Softer , or lesse attractiue : but Rufaldo , 'T is depth of witchcraft , oh , I could be mad , Beyond all patience mad , it is some malice Hath laid this poyson on her . Enter Gorgon with a letter . Gor.

Here 's Infortunio . Alas , poore Gentleman , little does he thinke what blacke and white is here , a bitter handfull of commendations to him , my young Mistris is mad of the old Cockscombe , and will marry him almost without asking , I cannot tell but if shee doe not cuckold him , and make him crye cornes on his toes ere he dye , he has fooles fortune , for a wise man would be out of hope to auoyd it , he spies me .

Inf.

Whither running , Gorgon ?

Gorg.

Not out of my wit , Sir , I haue a Letter from my yong Mistris Selina , must in all haste haue cleanely conueyance to old Rufaldo .

Inf.

Let me but see the directions . To my beloued friend Master Rufaldo : 't is a lye , she was mistaken , it was I should owe this appellation , I le not beleeue the superscription , 't is a painted face , I 'de see the heart on 't .

Gorg.

I hope , sir , you will not throw open the sheet , and discouer my Mistris secrets ? How he stares !

Inf.

If you loue me , and wish me constant , be your owne friend , and let our marriage day begin with the next morning : thine , mine . Oh Selina , she 's mad . All woman-kinde is mad ; and I am mad : whom shall I rend in pieces for my wrongs , and as with Atomes fill this poysned ayre , Rufaldo ? Stay , is not she a creature rationall ? oh no , there is no sparke of nature in her , all is sunke , lost for euer : stay , stay , see .

Gorg.

He has made a Taylors bill on 't , torn 't apieces ere it be discharg'd : What shall I doe ?

Inf. This is Medias brother torne in pieces , And this the way where she with Iason flies , Tom Colchos , come not neere 'em , see , looke , That 's an arme rent off . Gorg. This ? Inf. And the hand beckens vs To cry out murder . Gorg. I le but hold it by the hand . Inf. That 's a leg o' th boy . Gorg. This sir , a leg , it shall goe with me then . Inf. There , there 't is , head and yellow curled locks , His eyes are full of teares , now they doe stare , To see where all his other members lye . Gorg.

So I haue all his quarters , I le presently , sir , get poles for 'em , and hang 'em vpon the Gates in their postures for you .

Exit . Inf. But she and Iason are both slipt , and Argos is Sayling home to Greece , see how the waues Doe tosse the Vessell , and the windes conspire To dash it 'gainst a Rocke , it rides vpon A watery mountaine , and is hid in cloudes , It cannot stay there , now , now , it tumbles , Three fatham beneath Hell , let 'em goe , Here comes the Father of Medea now , Calling in vaine vnto the gods , and spies His Sonnes limbes throwne about , in stead of flowers , To his Daughters nuptials he does take 'em vp , He knowes the face , and now he teares his haire , And raues , and cryes Medea , poore old man , Command a funerall pile for thy yong Childe , And lay the pretty limbs on , from whose ashes Shalt haue another Sonne i' th shape of Phoenix . Shall I ? excellent ! Prepare a fire All of sweet wood for my sweet boy , a fire , a fire . Exit .
Actus tertius , Scena prima . Enter Rufaldo . Ruf.

'T is now early day : fie , what a long night hath this beene ? the Sunne went drunke to bed the last night , and could not see to rise this morning : I could hardly winke , I am sure , loue kept me waking , and the expectation of this my wedding day did so caper in my braines , I thought of nothing but dancing the shaking of the sheets with my sweet-heart . It is certaine , I am yong euery body now tels me , so it did appeare by Selina's consenting so soone to loue , for when I had but broke the Ice of my affection , shee fell ouer head and eares in loue with me ; was euer man so happy as I am ? I doe feele , I doe feele my yeeres fall off , as the raine from a man that comes dropping in , I doe feele my selfe euery day grow yonger and yonger still : let me see , an hundred yeeres hence , if I liue to 't , I shall be new out of my teenes , and running into yeeres of discretion agen : Well , I will now to Master Cornelios , and bid 'em good morrow with a noise of Musicions , and to see the very talking of musicke , how my heart leapes and dances , at my wedding already ! I haue bespoke the Parson to marry vs , and haue promised a double fee for expedition . O now I am so proud of my Ioy , my feete doe not know what ground they stand on .

Exit . Enter Ienkin and Iocarello . Ien.

Ienkin has risen very early this mornings , and beene in studies and contemplations , to make ditties and verses vpon her Mistris beauties and pulchritudes , but the Deuil 's sure in these Poetries , they call it Furies and Raptures , look you , but Ienkins pate is almost mad , and yet her cannot awle her inuentions meete with these Furies and Raptures .

Enter Selina in Shepheards weedes . Sel.

Thus farre I haue past without discouery : the morning is auspicious to my flight . Selina , what an alteration hath a day made in thee , that to preuent thy so desired marriage , thou art thus lost in a masculine habit , and dost flie him ? thou didst so much loue aged Rufaldo , in what a Lethargy wert thou falne , Selina ?

Ien.

Iocarello , does her not name Selina ? 't is no very good manners to make interruptions , her will heare more , looke you .

Sel. Whither had reason so withdrawne it selfe ? I could not make distinction of a man , From such a heape of age , aches and rheume : Sure I was mad , and doth encrease my fury , To thinke with what a violence I ran To imbrace such rottennesse . O , my guilty soule Doth feele the punishment of the iniury I did to Infortunio of late , Of whom as I despaire , so shall the world , Euer to know againe haplesse Selina . This is the morne the sacred Rites should tie Me to Rufaldo , ripe in expectation , But like Ixion he shall graspe a Cloud , My empty cloathes at home , Selina thus Is turn'd a Shepheard , and will try her fortune ; Hard by the Shepheards haue their shady dwellings , There let Selina end her haplesse daies , Father and all farewell . Thus as Felice My other Sister , I le weare out my life , Farre from your knowledge : sacred loue commands Reuenge and iustice for my cruelty , And reson now awak'd shall lead me to it , Thus I am safe , I goe to finde out that , Will meete me euery where , a iust sad fate . Exit . Ien.

Pages , haue her seene treames and apparitions : hark you , was Selina turn'd Shepheardesse , pray you ?

Ioc.

Either we dreame , or this was Selina , your Mistris , that is turn'd into breeches , and become a Shepheard ; the case is altered .

Ien.

What a teuill is in the matters & businesses , pray you ? cases neuer was knowen such cases and alterations in awle her life , womans neuer weare preeches in Wales , 't is not possible , we are awle in treames and visions , very treames and visions .

Ioc.

Sure we are awle awak'd , sir , and it was Selina , did she not say she would obscure her selfe from her Fathers knowledge , and liue among the Shepheards hard by ?

Ien.

It may be , but it is very impossible .

Enter Cornelio , Rufaldo , Antonio , Hillaria . Cor.

I am amaz'd , when was she seene ?

Ant.

Not to day , sir , I haue searcht her Chamber , and almost turn'd it out ath ' window , but no Selina .

Ruf.

It is very strange , is not your man Gorgon come back ?

Cor.

What should this meane , it is a strange absence , ath ' wedding day too .

Ruf.

That angers me most , sir .

Cor.

My heart misgiues me , some fatall accident vpon my life , is hapned to her .

Enter a Seruant . Ruf.

Hast thou happy newes ?

Ser.

I haue traueiled all the Towne o're , and can meete no intelligence of her .

Cor. Be dumbe , night-Rauen , she 's lost , she 's lost , The Fates sure make conspiracy to take My Daughters from me : one I lost because I would not giue her , and I haue repented Full iustice for it , and am I so vnhappy To lose Selina too ? but I le not sleepe , Vntill I finde her either aliue or dead . Rufaldo , you haue interest in this sorrow , Ioine in the inquisition . Oh my Girle Selina . Exit . Ruf.

Haue I beene yong for this ? if I finde her not , I will run , I will run , I will run mad , mad .

Exit . Ant.

No more , I know where her clothes be : if it take , applaud my inuention : I haue coozned my owne Father before now , and I will try new conclusions , but I must haue thy assistance and secresie : if my Sister haue a conceit of mirth to put vpon vs , I may chance put her to proue her selfe Selina , or remoue her with a Habeas corpus .

Exeunt Antonio , Hillaria . Ien.

Iocarelloes , awle is true , Selina is gone in Shepheards vestiments to the woods & Forrests , but her wil make trauels and ambulations after her : neuer was Sentilman i th' hole world loue as Ienkin now , to make iourneyes & peregrinations for a womans , looke you : but if her finde her , as know her very well , her will there make awle sure works and performances , warrant you Pages , here is moneyes , pray you make prouisions of breads and victuals too , know vds are very bare places , and Shenkin was alwaies haue cud stomacks and appetites , looke you , pray you , doe , pray you , doe .

Exeunt . COMPLEMENT-SCHOOLE . Enter Gasparo habited punctually , Master of the Schoole , and Gorgon his Vsher . Gasp.

Be the hangings vp , Curculio , and all the Chaires and Stooles put into methode ? the day is old , me thinkes , time runs fast , me thinkes , vpon the minute , brings my disciples . Doe my bils of complement still relish , Curculio , doe they please the pallat , ha ?

Gorg.

My most ingenious and noble Criticotaster , brauely bils , pils you should say , not fac'd , but lin'd , with gold they swallow 'em greedily , and still flocke to 'em , and conglomerate my sonne and heire of the Muses : a proclamation is as quiet as the poore mans box , no man lookes after it , not a Balladmonger has any audience : but happy is the man that rides first poast to your papers & cryes admirable : your old men looke vpon 'em with their spectacles , as they would eye an obligation within a minute of forfeyture .

Gasp.

Thou hast eaten vp the furies already , and speakest all buskins , but close walke in the cloudes , yet I haue not heard of any Mountebanke of wit durst euer attempt to set vp shop ath ' trade yet : but whist , Vsher , take your place .

Enter Bubulcus . Gorg.

Foot , 't is Bubulcus .

Bub.

This is the Complement-Schoole .

Hee dances . Gorg.

Three cuts and a halfe , hey . I giue you , sir , generous salutation , and wish a faire morne descend vpon you : thrice Noble Spirit , welcome , does your worship desire to bee sprinkled with the drops of Hellicon , to gather the Pippins of Pernassus , and haue your forehead fillited with Apollinean Bayes , or Laurell ?

Bub.

Troth , sir , I doe not know how to conster what you say , although I know it be Latine , sir : the cause of my comming to you , is to let you vnderstand , that here is a Complement-Schoole , and I haue great desire to be taught some of your figaries , and braue words , I doe meane to pay for 't soundly too , sir : I thanke my starres , as they say , I haue ready money about me .

Gorg.

You shall be verberated , and reuerberated , my exact piece of stollidity : please you draw neere , there is the starre of Eloquence , vnder whom I am an Hypodidascall , in English , his Vsher .

Bub.

A Gentleman Vsher at least .

Gorg.

Approach without feare : here is a Pupill , sir , desires to suck the hony of your eloquence , he is a Gentleman in Folio .

Gasp.

Your accession is gratefull , my most gentile lump of insipience : what complement doth arride the pallate of your generosity ?

Bub.

What saies he pray , in English ?

Gorg.

He askes what kind of verbosity you would be practis'd in ? because I perceiue you are raw , I will descend to your capacity , he askes what complement you would learne ?

Bub.

Why looke you , sir , I would haue two kindes of complements : for , sir , I am in loue , and I am in hate .

Gasp.

How ? in loue , and hate too ?

Bub.

Yes , I am in loue with a Wench , and would haue a delicate speech for her , and I am in hate with a Gentleman , a yong Animall , and I would kill him now without danger of the Law : to tell you true , hee did abuse me in the presence of my sweet-heart , and did ( sauing this good company ) kisse my backside .

Gorg.

How ?

Bub.

But it was with his foote , sir : now in regard I haue not the heart to kill him with my sword , I would cut him in pieces , and murder him with mouth-guns : looke you , sir , here 's money , please your selfe : but I pray you giue me a powdring speech , for I would blow him vp : I beseech you , if euer you put gall into your Inke , make it a bitter speech .

Gasp.

Sir , I will draw you a sublime speech shall coniure him .

Bub.

Pray doe , for he has a great spirit in him .

Gasp.

Vsher , in the meane time entertaine him with some copie of amarous complement .

Gorg.

There is an Vshers fee belongs to my place .

Bub.

Here 's gold for your fee , I receiued it for good fee simple , I am sure .

Gorg. Simple , I am sure : so , sir , looke you , I should teach you to make a leg first , but these postures anon . Resplendent Mistris , for thy face doth farre Excell all other , like a blazing Starre We mortals wonder at , vouchsafe to cast Out of those sparkling Diamond eyes thou hast , A sacred Influence on thy vowed creature , That is confounded with thy forme and feature . Bub.

Admirable !

Gorg.

Goddesse of Cyprus .

Bub.

Stay , I doe not like that word Cypres , for shee 'le thinke I meane to make Hatbands on her , cannot you call her Taffata Goddesse , or if you goe to stuffe , cloth a Gold were richer .

Gorg.

Oh , there 's a conceit , Cyprus is the embleme of morning , and here by Cyprus you declare how much you pine and mourne after her , sir .

Bub.

Very good , pray you goe on .

Gorg.

Goddesse of Cyprus , Venus is a slut .

Bub.

Stay , who doe I call slut now ? the Goddesse of Cyprus , Venus , or my Loue ?

Gorg.

You doe tell the Goddesse , that Venus is a slut .

Bub.

I doe so .

Gor.

For thou art Venus faire , and she is not .

Bub.

How is she Venus faire , when then I call her slut to her face ?

Gorg. No , sir , your Loue is Venus faire , and shee is not : That makes plaine the other , that she is a slut . O that I were a flea vpon thy lip , There would I sucke for euer , and not skip . Bub. Sucke ? Gorg. That is , you would not bite her by the lip . Or if thou thinkst I there too high am plast , I le be content to sucke below thy waste . Bub. Which side she please . Gorg. Thy foote I 'de willing kisse , but that I know , Thou wouldst not haue thy seruant stoope so low . She will giue you leaue to kisse higher . Oh speake thou , wilt be mine ? and I will be The truest Worme e're trod on shoo to thee . Bub.

Worme ?

Gorg.

By Worme you doe insinuate and wriggle your selfe into your affection , and shee by shoo will conceiue your desire the length of her foote : how doe you like it , sir ?

Bub.

I would not for forty pounds but I had come to complement : why , I shall bee able in a small time to put downe a reasonable Gentlewoman .

Gorg.

Oh , any ordinary Lady , you must get it without Booke . Now to make your legs .

Bub.

I haue two made to my hands .

Gor.

Oh , by no meanes , your legs are made to your feete .

Enter Delia . Gasp. Beauty and graces dwell vpon the face Of my disciple Delia . Del. Muses inspire you : what , at study ? Gasp. Negotiating a little with the Muses . Gorg. See me salute her . As many happinesses waite on Delia , As beames shoote from the Sunne this pleasant morne . Del. As many thankes requite you , as that Sunne Is old in minutes since the day begun . Bub.

What 's she , Curculio ?

Gorg.

Her Mistresses best moueable , a Chamber-maide .

Bub.

She is an early riser : at Schoole so soone ?

Gorg.

She is an early riser , and yet sometime as soone downe as vp , she cannot be quiet for the Seruingmen , 't is her houre betweene eight a clocke and her Mistris rising , to come to discipline .

Bub.

'T is a pretty smug Wench , is her name Delia ? she has a pretty name too .

Gorg.

Oh , sir , all her credit is in her good name : it was Diana's the Goddesse of chastity , and therefore when she marries , she may cuckold her Husband by a priuiledge , for Diana gaue hornes to Actaeon .

Enter a Seruingman . Ser.

Where 's Master Criticotaster ?

Gasp.

Who 's that ?

Ser.

Sir , my Master has sent you a little gold , he desires you send him the speech he should speake at Sessions in the Country , he 's now riding downe .

Gasp.

Sir Valentine Wantbraine , that has neuer a Clarke ?

Ser.

The same , Sir .

Gasp.

Newly put into Commission for the peace , being puisne , it fals to him to giue the charge . I haue drawne it , let me see in Comitatu , &c. here , read it , Curculio , he may the better instruct his Master , a touch , a touch .

Gorg.

Good men of the Iury for this Session , I will not implicate you with ambages and circumstances , I am vnwilling to confound your little wits with affected diuisions of my narration , into quis , quid , quomodo , and quandoes : I will neither vtter by grosse , nor part my speech into a doozen of long points , knotted often in the middle , and vntagd in the end ; you are to present Malefactors , whereof you are the chiefe — Reformers , and seeing you stand ready for your charge , I will giue fire to this great piece of seruice , & send you all off with a powder , that in any case we may goe to dinner betimes , &c.

Gasp.

So , 't is enough : beare my respects to your Master , tell him 't is a speech will doe him credit , bid him learne it perfectly without Booke .

Gorg.

And doe you heare , if he chance to be at a nonplus , he may helpe himselfe with his beard and handkercher , or it will be a good posture for his hand now and then to be fumbling with his bandstrings . Farewell .

Exit Seruant . Enter Mistris Medulla . Gasp.

Mistris Medulla , the Sun of honour shine vpon your hopes , till it sublime you to a Ladiship : I will attend you presently .

Med.

Sirra , bid your fellow make ready the Caroch , and attend me here about an houre hence , I will ride home .

Bub.

What Gentlewoman is that ?

Gor.

An old Country Gentlewoman , that hath buried her Husband lately , and comes vp to be a Lady , for she sweares she will not marry any more Gentlemen : she is fallen out with a Iustice of Peaces wife in the Country , and she will haue a Knight , though she pay for his Horse-hier , to spight her neighbours .

Gasp.

A word with you , sir .

Bub.

Your friend and Master Bubulcus . Ha you done , sir ?

Gasp. The Cupidinaean fires burne in my brest , And like the Ouen Etna , I am full Of Squibs and Crackers . Bub.

This will powder him .

Gorg.

Lady , wounded by your beauty , I will acknowledge mercy if you kill me not , yet rather murther me , then vulnerate still your creature , vnlesse you meane to medicine where you haue hurt , and I implore no better remedy then I may deriue from the instrument wherewith you pierced mee , like Achilles Speare , your eye hauing shot lightning into my brest , hath power with a smile to fetch out the consuming fire , and yet leaue my heart inflam'd .

Del.

Sir , although where I am not guilty of offence , I might deny iustly , to descend to a satisfaction : yet rather then I would be counted a murtherer , I would study to preserue so sweet a modell as your selfe ; and since you desire my eye which enflamed you , should with the vertue of a gracious smile make you happy in your fire , it shall shine as you would haue it , and disclaime that beame shall shine vpon another obiect .

Gorg. So , very well , this is your cunning lesson . Knocke within . Gasp. Some strangers , Curoutio . Gorg. Sir , the Country comes in vpon vs . Enter an Old-man with his Sonne . Old. Is not here a Complement-Schoole ? Gasp. A Schoole of generous education , sir . Old.

I haue brought my Sonne to bee a Scholler , I doe meane to make him a Courtier , I haue an offer of fiue or sixe Offices for my money , and I would haue him first taught to speake .

Bub.

He is a great childe , cannot he speake yet ?

Gasp.

In what kinde of complement , please you , venerable Sir , to be edoctrinated ? But we will withdraw .

Enter a Gentleman . Gent. Come , for another lesson , my braue Mars , Now I am fit to quarrell with the Starres , And catch at Ioue . Bub. What 's hee ? Gorg. Orlando Furioso . Gent.

By the blood-staind fauchion of Mauors I will carbonado thee , keep off , or in my fury I will cut thee into Atomes , and blow thee about the world .

Bub. I hope he does but complement . Gent. I will out-labour Ioue-borne Hercules , And in a greater fury ransack Hell : Teare from the Sisters their contorted curles , And wrack the Destinies on Ixions Wheele , Braine Proserpine with Sisiphs rowling stone , And in a brazen Caldron choakt with Lead , Boyle Minos , Eacus , and Radamant , Throw Pluto headlong into moorish Fennes , And sooty Regions . Dam vp Cocitus with tormented soule , And batter downe the brazen gates of Hell , Make the Infernall three-chapt Band-dog rore . Cram Tantalus with Apples , lash the Fiends With Whips of Snakes , and poysoned Scorpions , Snatch chain'd Prometheus from the Vultures maw , And feede him with her liuer , make old Charon Waft backe againe the soules , or buffet him With his owne Oares to death . Gorg.

So , so , 't is well , you shall take forth a new lesson , sit downe and breathe .

Bub. 'T was a deuillish good speech . Enter a Iustice of Peaces Clerke , Ingeniolo . Ing. Oh , why did nature make thee faire and cruell ? Bub. What spruce fellow 's this ? Gor.

He is an hundred & fifty pounds a yard in potentia , a Yeomans sonne , and Iustice of Peaces Clarke , hee is in loue with a Farmers daughter , and thus he speakes his passion in blanke Verse .

Inge. Thou art some Goddesse , that to amaze the earth With thy celestiall presence , hath put on The habit of a mortall , gods sometimes Would visit Countrey houses , and guild ore A sublunary habitation With glory of their presence , and make heauen Descend into an Hermitage : Sure thy father Was Maias sonne , disguis'd in Shepheards weeds , And thou dost come from Ioue , no maruell then We Swaines doe wonder at thee , and adore , Venus her selfe the Queene of Cytheron , When she is riding through the milky way , Drawne with white Doues , is but a blowze , and must , When thou appearest , leaue her Bird-drawne Coach , And giue the reines to thee , and trudge afoot Along the heauenly plaines , paued with starres , In duty of thy excellence , while the gods Looking amaz'd from their cristall windowes , Wonder what new-come Deity doth call Them to thy adoration . Bub. O , heauenly Farmers daughter ! Gor. I le call him in ; Ingeniolo ! Cla.

Your seruant , sir . Lady , I kisse your hand , and reuerence the antiquity of your vestment , Delia . Fortune let fall her riches on thy head , that thou maist fill thy apron . I am your humble obseruicer , and wish you all cumulations of prosperity .

Bub.

Sir , I desire to sucke below yor waste .

Cla.

I doe euaculate my selfe to be your shadowes , my generous condisciples .

Gor. This is Scholler-like . Bub. Hee 's one of the head forme , I warrant . Enter Gasparo , the old man and his sonne . Gasp.

Sir , I receiue your sonne , and will wind vp his ingeny , feare it not , but first he must be vnder my Vsher , who must teach him the postures of his body , how to make legs and cringes , and then he shall bee aduanced to a higher Classe . Curculio , licke him with your method into some proportion , take off the roughnesse of his behauiour , and then giue him the principles of salutation .

Old.

Law you there , boy , hee will teach you the principles of saltation . Well , good-morrow , sir , I le leaue my Iewell .

Gor.

Your Iewell may haue the grace to be hang'd one day .

Enter Ienkin . Exit old man . Ien.

Blesse you Sentlemen awle , and your studies and contemplations : is here a Schoole of Complements , pray you ?

Gasp.

A place of generous breeding .

Ien.

Generous preeding , harke you , her name was Ienkin , a good Sentleman , 't is knowne , her take no pleasures and delectations in vrds and phrases of Rhetricks ; Welsemen haue awle hearts & fidelities , marke you , her was going along pout creat businesse , but casting her eyes & visions vpon your Pils and significations of your skils & professions , looke you , her come in , to see the fashions and manners of your exercises , and yet if your vrships has any Madrigals and Pastorall Canticles , looke you , for in truthes and verities was going now to the Vds and Forrests , and meane to turne Shepheards goddillings , her will giue you good payments of awle your inuentions , and Muses , pray you now .

Gasp.

Amorous Pastorals ? I can furnish you , venerable sir .

Turne , Amarilsis , to thy Swane , Thy Damon cals thee backe againe , Here is a pretty Arbor by , Where Apollo cannot pry , Here let 's sit , and while I play Sing to my Pipe a Roundelay .

How like you it , sir ?

Ien.

Roundelayes very good , here is moneyes and considerations , looke you .

Gor. We acknowledge your bounty , my Tenth-worthy . Gasp.

So Mistris , I haue trespass'd on your patience , now I will take occasion by the fore-locke . You can say your lecture : haue you your hand-kercher ready , that when a Sutor comes , you may put him off with wiping your eyes , as if teares stood in 'em euer since your husbād was buried ; well , suppose I haue had accesse to your chamber , I begin , Lady , thinke it not strange , if Loue which is actiue in my bosome , force me to turne petitioner , that I may be reckened amongst your seruants ; all my ambition , sweetest , is to be made happy in your affection , which I will study to deserue in my vtmost possibilities .

Med.

Alas , alas , I had a husband .

Gasp.

Very well counterfeited , nay weepe not , those eyes were made to shine , not waste with dew : if it be for the remembrance of him you haue lost , recouer him againe , by placing your good opinion on a man shall sweat to doe you seruices .

Med. It doth not , sir , become our modesty To talke of loue so soone , you will renew My passion for his losse , and draw downe teares Afresh vpon his Hearse : you doe not well T' oppresse a widdow thus , I pray , sir , leaue me , At least I will enioyne you , if you stay , To speake no more of loue , it is vnwelcome . What , am I perfect ? Gasp.

So 't was very well , at the next lesson you shall learne to be more cunning .

Gor.

Wil t please you heare the Nouice ?

Gasp.

Good boy , speake out .

Offe.

God saue you , sir , felicities be accumulated vpon you , sir , I thanke you generous sir , you oblige me to be your seruant , sir , in all my — p — o — s — possibilitie , sir , I honour your remembrance , sir , and shall bee proud to doe you my obseruance , sir , most noble sir .

Gasp.

Very hopefull now : a repetition all together , the more , the merrier .

They all rehearse at once . Enter Infortunio . Infor.

What , at Barley-breake ? which couple are in hell ? are not you Hellen , whose insatiate lust ruin'd faire Illium ? and you sir Paris with a golden nose ? harke you , Rufaldo is married to Selina .

Bub.

Who ? that 's my father in Law .

Infor.

How , your father ? looke , hee has clouen feete , I am glad I haue found you , what are you in hell for ?

Gasp.

Insinuate to 'em all for their owne safeties , hee 's desperate mad , bid none stirre hence .

Infor. Hey , how came you all thus damn'd ? Ien. Damn'd , who 's damn'd ? is Ienkin damn'd ? Gasp.

I beseech you , sir , to maintaine the credit of my Schoole , I shall be vndone else , humour him a little .

Ien.

Will you haue her be damn'd ? when heare you pray' a Welshman was damn'd ? of all things in the vrld , her cannot abide to be damn'd .

Gor. See if you can roare him away . Gent. Keepe off , I am Hercules , sonne of Alcmena , Compress'd by Ioue , I le carbonado thee . Infor. How , art thou Hercules ? Strikes him downe . Lye there , vsurper of Alcides name , Bold Centaure : so he 's dead , by this I proue I am Ioue borne . Ien.

Well , for your credits and reputations , her care not to be damn'd for companies and fellowships , looke you , has hee knock'd him downe ? would hee had knock'd Ienkin downe .

Infor.

Now , on with your relations , and tell me all the stories of your fortunes .

'T is I am Hercules , sent to free you all . What are you damn'd for ? In this Club behold All your releasements . What are you ? Gor. Stand in order and be damn'd . Gasp. I am the conscience of an Vsurer , Who haue beene damn'd these two and twenty yeeres , For lending money gratis . Infor. How , a Vsurer ? why didst not Corrupt the Deuill to fetch thy soule away ? Hee le take a bribe for lending money gratis . Gasp. Yes , sir , for thankes : I tooke no interest , For at the lending of each hundred pound , They brought my home some twenty or thirty thanks , Indeed 't was paid in gold . Infor. Oh golden thankes I well , goe to , I le release you , Vpon condition you shall build an Hospitall , And die a begger . What are you ? Gor. The soule of a Watchman . Infor.

How came you damn'd ? could not you watch the Deuill ?

Gorg.

He tooke me napping on Midsummer Eue , and I neuer dream 't on him .

Infor.

Your wife had giuen you Opium ouer night .

Cor.

No sir , I had watch'd three nights before , and because I would not winke at two or three drunkards as they went reeling home at twelue a clocke at night , the Deuill owed me a spight .

Infor.

Well , you shall bee prentice to an Alcumist , and watch his Stills night , by night , not sleepe till he get the Philosophers-stone . What are you ?

Del.

Sir , I am a Chamber-maid .

Infor.

What are you damn'd for ?

Del.

Not for reuealing my Mistris secrets , for I kept them better then mine owne , but keeping my maiden-head till it was stale , I am condemn'd to lead Apes in hell .

Infor.

Alas , poore wench , vpon condition you will bee wise hereafter , and not refuse Gentlemens proffers , learne pride euery day , and painting , bestow a courtesie now and then vpon the Apparitor to keepe counsell , I release you , take your Apes , and Monkies away with you , and bestow them on Gentlewomen , and Ladies , that want plai-fellowes . What are you ?

Cle.

I am an Vndersheriffe , sir , damn'd because I told the debtors , writs were out against 'em , brought 'em to composition without arrests , fauoured poore men for a whole yeere together , was very good in my Office , gaue vp a iust account at the yeeres end , and broke .

Infor.

Oh , miracle ! an honest man ! thou shalt bee Church-warden to a Parish , draw the presentments , and keepe the poore mens box for seuen yeares together , 't is pitty , but thou the eldest haue fifty writer , to propagate honest generation . What are you ?

Med.

A Iustices wife i th' the Countrie , sir .

Infor.

And who drew your mittimus hither ? what are you damn'd for ?

Med.

For refusing Sattin gownes , and veluet petticots , turning backe Capons at Christinas , and Sessions times , and making much of one of my husbands seruants , meerely for his honestie and good seruice towards me .

Infor.

'T is iniustice , you shall burie your husband quickly , weare some blackes a while for fashion sake , & within a moneth be married to his Clarke , vnlesse you will be diuided among the Seruing-men . What are you ?

Old mans son .

A younger brother , sir , borne at the latter end of the weeke , and waine of the Moone , put into the world to seeke my owne fortune , got a great estate of wealth by gaming and wenching , and so purchas'd vnhappily this state of damnation you see me in .

Infor.

Came you in 't by purchase ? then you doe not claime it by yours fathers interest as an heire : well , I will ease you of the estate , because it is litigious , and you shall make presently a bargaine and sale of it to a Scriuener , that shall buy it of you , and pay you both his eares downe vpon the naile for it . What are you ?

Bub.

I am a Horse-courser .

Infor.

And couldst not thou out-ride the Deuill ?

Bub.

I had not the grace to mend my pace , I was an honest Horse-courser , and suffered euerie foole to ride me , I knew not what belonged to horse-play , let the world kicke at me , I neuer winch'd , all that I am damnd for , is , that desiring to thriue in the world , and to haue good-lucke to horse-flesh , I ambled to the bed of a Parsons wife that was coltish once , and gaue her husband a Horse for 't in good fashion , he nener gaue me godamercie for 't , indeed it prou'd afterwards to haue the Yellowes .

Infor.

There was some colour for 't : well , since your occupation is foundred , you shall trot euery day afoot , and walke a knaue in the Horse-faire . What are you ?

Ien.

Her haue no minde at all to bee damn'd , becar her will fight with her & kill awle the Deuils in hell : diggon .

Gorg.

Sfoot , here 's more adoe to get one Welshman damn'd , then a whole Nation . Sir , 't is but in iest .

Ien.

In iests , is it in iests ? well , looke you , her will bee contented to be damn'd in iests and merriments for you .

Infor.

You will tell me what you are damn'd for ?

Ien.

And her be so hot , was get some bodyes else to be damn'd for Ienkin , her will tell her in patiences , looke you , her was damn'd for her valour , and ridding the vrld of Monsters , looke you , Dragons with seuen heads , and Serpents with tailes a mile long , pray you .

Infor.

Oh , let me embrace thee , worthy in my armes , I le charme the Destinies for their bold attempt , for cutting off thy threed , thou shalt cut their throats , and be instald Lord in Elisium , Oh , let me hug thee , Owen Glandower .

Ien.

Owen Glandower was her cousin , pray you .

Infor.

Goe your waies all : stay , take hence Prometheus and burie him , if you come into hell againe , there 's no releasement .

Ien.

So , farewell Sentlemen , now her meane to make trauels and peregrinations , to the vds and plaines , looke you , very fast . Good speed to awle .

Exit . Gorg.

We thanke thee Iouiall Hercules .

Gasp.

Liue long thou King of hell . So , so , well done of all sides , here our Schoole breakes vp , I might haue runne mad like , had I not taken off the edge of melancholy . Thus poore Gentleman . O Loue thou art a madnesse , Drawing our soules with ioy , to kill with sadnesse .

Infor.

So , so , poore soules , how glad they are of liberty . This is a hot house , I doe scorch and broyle : I le seeke the Elisian fields out , and dye there .

Actus quartus , Scena prima . Enter Antonio drest in Selinaes apparell , with Hillaria . Ant.

Haue I not done my part , wench , with confidence to proceed thus farre with thy father ? either I am infinitly like my sister , or they are all mad with credulitie : but our good fathers are blinded with their passions , and that helps me much : well , I doe but thinke vpon the nights worke , there lyes my master-piece , I haue it , 't is for thy sake Hillaria , I haue assum'd this habit , the end will speake it .

Hil.

But what will you doe ? Antonio is lost now .

Ant.

Well enough , is suppos'd to goe after Selina , and is not return'd yet , out of my brotherly loue , they will imagine I haue but taken a iourney in quest of a sister , time enough to returne agen , and hee goes farre , that neuer does wench by Story . Enter Bubulcus whetting his sword . Here 's Bubulcus .

Bub.

Antonio is gone , no newes of him : I am glad of that , I hope he will come no more .

Ant.

How now ? what meanes this ? what ! sword drawne ?

Hil.

And he is whetting it .

Ant.

For heauens sake , what 's the matter ?

Bub.

Nay , nothing , nothing , I doe but — a —

Hil.

By my virginity you make me afraid , what 's the matter ?

Ant.

He meanes to fight with some body on my life .

Hil.

Heauen defend it , good sir , tell me .

Bub.

Bee not afraid , Gentlewomen , for I doe but , you see .

Hil.

But what ?

Bub.

Whet my long knife , somebody shall smart for 't , but —

Ant. He does meane to challenge somebody . Hil.

I charge you , if you loue , tell me who 's your enemy .

Bub. Nay , no body , I doe not meane to fight , if I liue . Ant. What ? Bub.

Nay , nothing , sweet Ladies , be not troubled , I doe but sharpen my sword .

Hil. Tell me the truth , why ? Bub.

I was eating Oysters tother day , and I had neuer a knife , and so —

Ant.

Come , come , there is some other matter in 't , pray tell me .

Bub.

Welll , you are my friends , if you chance to heare of any mans death shortly , then say Bubulens .

Hil.

I hope you doe not meane to kill any man i' th field , you doe make me tremble , I le assure you .

Bub. No , no , sweet-heart , doe not tremble , I will but — He makes a thrust . Lose my honour ? I le be caru'd first . Ant. What a Capon 's this ? pray let me perswade you . Hil. And me . Bub. No , no , 't is but in vaine to perswade me , I 'm resolu'd , if you loue me , doe not vse any arguments : The Cupidinaean fires burne in my brest , And like the Ouen Etna I am full Of squibs and crackers . I had almost forgot — Hil.

The Ouen Etna I le bee baked then : what a fury are you in ? he lookes like the god of Warre .

Bub.

The god of Warre ? I thinke I haue reason . Hillaria , I must , and I will , and all the world shall not hold me .

Hil. But you shall not goe away thus , till you be calmer . Bub. O that I were a flea vpon his lip , There would I sucke for euer , and not skip . I will carbonado him , his face doth farre Excell all other like a blazing starre We mortals wonder at . Vouchsafe to cast Off the sparkling diamond eyes thou hast : O let me goe on , me thy vowed creature , That is confounded with thy forme and feature . Ant. Is the foole mad ? Hil.

He has something in his head , and it were out : but here comes our Fathers .

Enter Cornelio , Rufaldo . Cor. Antonio not heard of yet ? Ruf.

This morning we wanted a Bride too , but she was found , mary I cryed for her first . Father , come , my Brother Antonio is but gone to looke his Sister : ha , my sweet Wench , when shal 's to bed .

Enter Gorgon . Cor.

I hope 't is so , and yet he staies too long . Here 's Gorgon : Sirra , where haue you beene all this day ?

Gorg.

Indeed , sir , I haue made inquisition , both my tongue and my feete haue walked , but my Mistris is not to be found or heard of , I le assure you .

Ruf. Gorgon , hast lost thy sences ? here 's Selina . Gorg. Mistris , then we are all made . — He capers . Cor. But sirra , your Master Antonio's gon . Gorg. Gon in wine , sir , for ioy of his sisters finding agen . Cor.

Goe your waies , sirra , and either bring me newes of him , or looke mee in the face no more , you 'l finde we iest not .

Gorg.

Pray' , sir , let me take my iourney in the morning , the wedding night is fatall : I hope your worship does but iest , I may be drunke too night , and wake early enough to be gon afore day too , I beseech you sir .

Ant.

Pray' , sir , let him stay to night .

Gorg.

By this hand there he is , where ? did not I heare his voice ?

Cor.

Away sirra .

Gorg.

I haue beene mad all this while , and now am like to be my owne man againe : since there is no remedy , Gentiles all , good night . Gorgon begins to be a wandring Knight .

Exit . Cor.

I cannot be heartily merry : well , let 's leaue these two without any more ceremonies , 't is late , all ioyes be multiplyed on my Sonne and Daughter : good night , I doe comfort my selfe with hope of Antonio's returne , and yet feares are great .

Exit . Ruf.

Lights there : so , so , welcome thou much expected night , I doe salute thy blacke browes : come , my Selina , shalt finde I haue yong blood : Hillaria , doe seruice to your Mother , make her vnready .

Ant. 'T is time enough . Ruf.

And why should we lose any ? I pray thee let her come . I know 't is your Virgin modesty , loth to part with a Maidenhead , but it must off : come , prethee be not idle : why , thou knowest I married thee , Selina , as thou louest me —

Ant. Sir , by that loue I must entreat you one thing . Ruf. Any thing , sweet-heart . Ant. To ratifie an ancient vow I made . Ruf. Any vowes , what is 't ? Ant.

I vowed when euer I married , my husband should not lie with me the first night .

Ruf. Should any body else ? Ant. Not any man . Ruf.

Come , 't was a foolish vow , and must bee broke . Not lie with me the first night ? 't were a sinne beyond incontinency . I had rather lose halfe my estate , then misse thee but an houre out of mine armes this night .

Ant. 'T is but one night . Ruf.

Oh , 't is an age , a world of time to me : why I haue fed of Oister-pyes , and rumps of Sparrows a whole moneth , in expectation of the first night , and leaue it for a vow ?

Ant. Indeed you must . Ruf.

How ? must , come ? I know you doe but iest , this is but your deuice to whet me on , and heighten me , as if old age at once hath soakt vp all my marrow . Harke you , how old doe yee thinke I am ?

Ant. Some threescore and seuenteene . Ruf.

Out vpon thy iudgement : why I am not aboue , by all computation , sixe or seuen and thirty : I am restord , renewd , when first I lou'd thee , by this hand I was .

Ant.

I see then you would tire me , by this beard you must not lie with me to night .

Ruf.

How ? nay then I see you 'l try my strength : thus I could force you . Antonio throwes him downe . She has throwne me downe , I know not how to take it , nor well how to beare it , my bones ake , a pox a Gasparo , a my conscience I am an old foole : ha ? I will see more , and set a good face on 't , you know who I am ?

Ant. Yes , old Rufaldo . Ruf.

Ha , old ? 't is so , my spirits faint agen : what did you marry for ?

Ant. To make an asse of you . Ruf. How ? Ant. Thou credulous foole , Didst thou imagine I should euer loue thee , Or lie with thee ? but when I haue a child Would shame the Father : Oh the power of dotage , That like an inundation doth o'recome The little world of man , drowne all his reason , And leaue him spoild , euen of his common sence . Didst thinke I was a piece of stone sawne out By Caruers art , so cold , so out of soule , So empty of all fire to warme my blood , I 'de lie with thee , worse then the frigid Zone , Or Isicles that hang on beard of winter ? Haue I with wearied patience lookt to see , When thou 'dst lay violent hands vpon thy selfe ; For being so mad , so impudent to loue me , And wouldst thou bed me too ? didst thou not tremble To dare the holy Rites and nuptiall Tapers ? Oh impious sacriledge ! hence , goe waste Thy selfe with sorrow , pine that halfe-staru'd body , Vntill thy bones breake thy skinne , and fall To dust before thy face : nay , you shall endure me : For since y 'aue tyed me to you , I will be Thy constant Fury , worse then Hags or Night-mare , If thou dost talke of Loue , or seeke to be At reconcilement . Ruf. Selina , sweet Selina , heare me . Ant. Sweet ? oh villanous presumption ! Ruf. What will you doe ? Ant.

Saue a disease , a labour , make an end of you , come sirra , sweare to obserue what I shall impose vpon you .

Ruf. Oh , any thing , bitter Selina . Ant. First , you shall neuer sollicite me to lye with you . Ruf. Neuer by this hand , and thanke you too . Ant. Stand bare in my presence . Ruf. Starke-naked . Ant. Runne of my arrands . Ruf. To the worlds end . Ant. And keep a whore vnder my nose , nay , I will allow it . Ruf. If you will haue it so , I am content . Ant. Sweare , sirra . Ruf. Flesh , and blood , I doe sweare . Ant.

So , rise . In hope of your conformity , I forbeare to let the punishment be equall with your deserts .

Ruf.

Oh , I haue married a Deuill , I shall be vtterly disgraced , if this bee knowne : Pray sweet wife , let me begge one request of you , that you would not discredit mee , I will be content to endure your pleasure , doe not forsake my house , I beseech you that you would lye with my daughter .

Ant. Shall you appoint my lodging ? Ruf.

Oh no , I doe but humbly intreate you will be pleased to lie with my daughter .

Ant.

Well , since you submit so respectiuely , I will tender your credit in that point vpon your good behauiour , are you not well ?

Ruf.

I am the worse for you by forty markes . One thing more , vertuous wife , that you would not tell your father , nor any body else , how you haue beaten me : Goodnight , sweet vertuous wife .

Exit . Ant.

Ha , ha , Hillaria , my way to thee is free , I haue beat my passage , and I come to thee .

Enter Felice like a Shepheardesse , Selina , Shepheards . Sel. I had thought the woods and such wilde groues as these , Had beene the house of rapine , and could not Afford humanity , beasts , and men like them , Are wont to make such places desolate : Did Nature make you thus at first , and are We that haue Cities , house , and Ciuill Lawes More rude then you ? or hath all vertue chose You as diuine earth to dwell vpon ? Shepheardesse , indeed I am in loue With your wild Kingdome here , and would not be A King abroad , if I might be a subiect With such faire Nymphes as you . 1. Shep. Oh sonne , you would say so , When our pleasures all you know : We are not opprest with care , With which you in Cities are , A Shepheard is a King , whose Throne Is a mossie Mountaine , on Whose top we sit , our crooke in hand , Like a Scepter of command , Our subiects , sheepe grazing below , Wanton frisking to and fro . Fel. We nothing feare , awake nor sleepe , But the Woolfe goddild our sheepe , On a Countrey Quill each playes Madrigals , and pretty Layes Of passions , and the force of Loue , And with Ditties heauen moue . Birds will listen to our song , And to leauy Arbours throng , To learne our notes , and Mistris name , Vallies ecchoing with the same . 2. Shep. When we hunt , as there is store Of Deere , the trembling Hare , and Bore , You would thinke that you had seene Gods in Shepheards weeds agen . A hundred pretty Nymphes apace Tripping ore the lands , and chase , As many Lads , the gentle aire Playing with their dangling haire . Fel. Sometimes we dance a Feary round , Hand in hand vpon the ground , Shepheards piping , Garlands crowning , With our harmelesse bosomes drowning . 1. Shep. Walke vnto the siluer brooke , You shall need no other hooke , To catch the dancing fish withall , But a song , or Madrigall . Fel. When the clouds let fall their showres , We haue at hand a hundred bowres , Where vnder Sweet-bryer , safe are wee And honey-dropping Woodbind tree , Here in spight of stormes we tell Stories of loue , of Philomell , Of Paris , and the Golden ball , Of Eccho , and Narcissus fall . 3. Shep. Here no false-loue brings despaire , Iealousie , or suspition , care , Alwaies happy most of all On Siluanus festiuall . Sel. No more , good Shepheards , you vndoe a boy With the opinion of his happinesse : If a few Iewels I haue brought with me , May find acceptance here , I shall bestow them As freely as your loues haue falne on me . Nay then , I le force 'em on you , I haue left To purchase a Flock with you . 1. Shep. We thanke you , gentle boy , gooden , We must to our Flockes agen . Sel. But Shepheardesse , or sister if thou wilt , Oh would thou wert , I preethee call me brother , Hath Loue a part among you , tell me pray , What punishment inflict you on false loue ? But sure you are exempt from such A misery : what then Is her reward , that out of peeuishnesse Contemnes the honest passion of her Louer , Insults vpon his vertue , and doth place Vnworthily her affection ? Fel. Though such a woman need no curse , Being one her selfe , or worse , Yet we Shepheards vse to say , May she loue another day , And not be lou'd , dye in despaire , And haue no other Tombe but aire . Enter Infortunio distracted . Infor. A prey , a prey ! Where did you get that face ? That goddesse face ? it was Selina's once : How came you by it ? did she on her death-bed Bequeath her beauty as a legacy , Not willing it should die , but liue and be A lasting death to Infortunio ? Oh she was cruell , not to bury it with her ! But I am a foole , 't is Venus and her Sonne , Where be your Bow and Arrowes , little Cupid ? Didst thou maliciously spend all thy Quiuer Vpon my heart , and not reserue one shaft To make Selina loue me ? Tell me , Venus , Why did you vse me so ? you shall no more Be Queene of Loue . Stay , stay , Cupid was blind , How comes he now to see ? yes , he did see , He neuer could haue wounded me so right else . Why then let Fortune haue her eyes agen , And all things see how wretched I am made . Sel. Oh , is there not within the power of Art , How to restore this Gentleman ? Fel. There is , and out of that experience we Haue in these woods , of simples , I doubt not , But to apply a remedy . Sel. He will be worthy of your care herein , And should he be , which I cannot imagine , Ingratefull to your skill , I would reward it , And call you mother , or my sister for it . Fel. It seemes you haue some relation to him . Sel. Indeed he is the dearest friend I had : And if my blood were powerfull to restore him , I de spend it like a prodigall . I know Selina . Inf. Ha , doe you know Selina ? she 's married to Rufaldo , the old Vsurer , that went to bed afore to his money , and begate forty i th' hundred : now he beds Selina , And layes his rude hand o're her sacred brest , Embraceth her faire body , now he dares Kisse her , and suck Ambrosia from her lip . Those eyes that grace the day , now shine on him , He her Endimion , she his siluer Moone , The tongue that 's able to rock Heauen asleepe , And make the musicke of the Spheres stand still , To listen to the happier aires it makes , And mend their tunes by it : that voice is now Deuoted to his eares , those cheekes , those hands , Would make gods proud to touch , are by his touch Profaned euery houre : oh , this makes me mad , But I will fit 'em for it , for I le die , It may be then she 'le weepe , and let fall teares Vpon my graue-stone , which shall be of marble , And hard like her , that if she powre out floods , No drops shall sinke thorow it to soften me , I will be wrapt in Lead to keepe out praiers , For then I know , shee 'le beg I would be friends : But then I will be iust , and hate her loue , As she did mine , and laugh to see her grieue . Sel. Come , I will fetch Selina to you , if you will sleepe . Inf. Will you then ? I will liue , & you shall be my best boy . Come , I scorne to weepe , or shead another teare : Sit downe , I le haue a Garland for my Boy , Of Phoenix feathers : Flowers are too meane To sit vpon thy temples ; in thy face Are many Gardens , Spring had neuer such : The Roses and the Lillies of thy cheekes Are slips of Paradise , not to be gathered , But wondred at . Sel. But you said you would sleepe : when slept you last ? Inf. I remember , before I lou'd , but that I know not when I slept soundly , and dreamt of gathering Nosegayes . 'T is vnlucky to dreame of hearbs and flowers . Fel.

For Selina's sake I le try my best skill on him , Get him to sleepe , your presence I see is powerfull , yonder 's a pleasant Arbour , procure him thither while I prepare the hearbs , whose precious iuyce may with Heauens blessing make him well againe .

Sel.

A thousand blessings on you . Come , sir , goe with me , and when you haue slept , I le fetch Salina to you .

Iuf.

Prethee doe , I am very drowzy : come , I le dreame of some thing , my eyes are going to bed , and leaden sleepe doth draw the curtaines o're them .

Sel. Will you goe with me ? Inf. Yes , and we will picke a dish of Strawberies . Exeunt . Enter Ienkin , hauing lost his way . Ien.

Has almost lost her selfe in these woods and wildernesses , was very weary of these iourneyes and trauels in foote-backs : haue not since her commings beheld any reasonable creatures : blesse vs awle , Iocarello is lost too , cannot tell where , in these mazes and labyrinths . Iocarello , so ho .

Eccho .

So ho .

Ien.

Ha , there 's some bodies yet , harke you tere , here is a sentilman of Wales , looke you , desires very much to haue speeches and confabulations with you : where is her ?

Eccho .

Here is her .

Ien.

Here is her ? knaw not which waies to come to her : pray you tell Ienkin where you be ?

Eccho .

Boobie .

Ien.

Poobies ? was her call her poobies ? 't is very saucy trauels , her will teach her better manners and moralities , if her get her in reaches and circumferences of her Walsh blades truely .

Eccho .

You lie .

Ien.

How , lies and poobies too ? harke you , Ienkin was giue you mawles and knocks , for your poobies , and lies , and indignities , looke for your pates now . Exit with his sword drawne . Enter againe . Here is no bodies but bushes and bryers , looke you , awle is very quiet : so ho , ho .

Eccho .

So ho , ho .

Ien.

Her am very much deceiu'd , now it comes into our mindes if these voyces be not Ecchoes , Eccho .

Ecc.

Eccho .

Ien.

'T is very true , but her maruell much , haue her Ecchoes in these Countries pray you ?

Ecc.

Yes pray you .

Ien.

Warrant her 't is a Welsh Eccho , was follow Ienkin in loues out of Wales .

Ecc.

Out of Wales .

Ien.

'T is very true , blesse vs awle now , her call to remembrances and memories , her had communications and talkings with this very Ecchoes in Clamorgan-shire , in de vallies and Talles there looke you , her am very glad her hath met with Ecchoes , was borne in her owne Countries , harke you , Ienkin was trauell hither out of loues and affections to Selina .

Ecc.

Nay .

Ien.

Nay , yes very true , pray you tell her , be Selina in these woods , or no ?

Ecc.

No .

Ien.

No , where is her den , haue her taken awle these labours and ambulations in vanities ? say you , shall Ienkin then goe backe as he came ?

Ecc.

Asse he came .

Ien.

Gone ? it is not possible , hit may bee Selina was turne spirits and be inuisible rather , she is not gone verily .

Ecc.

There you lye .

Ien.

Lye , very well , you haue priuiledges to giue lyes and awle things in the world , but her will not leaue these woods for awle dat , her will bee Pilgrims all tayes of her lifes , ere her goe without her .

Ecc.

Goe without her .

Ien.

How , not loue Ienkin ? then there is a Deuill in awle female sexes : know very well she promise loues and good wills in times , great while agoe , pray you now , her will talke no longer with you . Fare you well Eccho , pray if you meete her Pages , bid her make hasts and expeditions after her . Fare you well .

Exit . Ecc.

Fare you well .

Enter Gorgon . Gorg.

I thinke Iupiter has snatch'd vp my Master Antonio , to make a Ganimede on him , hee is not to be found yet , I haue search 't all the Tauernes i th Towne , I am sure , and that method my nose led me to , hoping he had beene a good fellow , but , non est iuuentus , well , my stocke is spent , but with this terrible face a buffe Ierkin , and a roaring basket-hilt , Gorgon will haue a tricke of wit to beare his owne charges : but here comes a Gentleman , to my postures now .

Enter Gasparo . Gasp.

I am resolu'd .

Gorg.

Good your worship bestow a small piece of siluer vpon a poore Souldier , new-come out of the Low-Countries , that haue beene in many hot seruices , against the Spaniard , the French , and great Turke . I haue beene shot seuen times thorow the body , my eyes blowne vp with gun-powder , halfe my skull seard off with a Canon , and had my throat cut twice in the open field : good your worship take compassion vpon the caterwaking fortunes of a forlorne Gentleman , that haue lost the vse of my veines : good your generous nature take compassion vpon me , I haue but foure fingers and a thumbe vpon one hand : can worke , and woonnot : one small piece of gratefull siluer , to for my lodging , I beseech you venerable sir .

Gasp.

Canst not see ?

Gorg.

Onely a little glimmering , sir , the beames of your gentility haue radiated , and infused light into my poore lanternes , sir .

Gasp.

Can you feele then ?

Gorg.

Oh , sir , that faculty alone , fortune and nature haue left inuiolated .

Gasp. Here 's somewhat for thee . What , can you see now ? He kickes him , and Gorgon opens his eyes . Gorg. Gasparo , is it you ? Pox on your beneuolence . Gasp. Whence came this proiect of wit ? Gor.

From the old predicament . Faith , necessity that has no Law , put me into this habit : my Master is turn'd coward , and ran away from me .

Gasp.

And thou art turn'd Souldier , to fight with him when you meet agen : then thou wantest a Master ? harke sirra , what saiest thou to another proiect ?

Gorg.

Oh , I could caper for 't .

Gasp.

I am now leauing the world , and going into the Countrie , woot turne Gipsie , or Shepheard ? I am for the woods , canst Madrigals yet ?

Gorg. Phillis faire , doe not disdaeine The loue of Coridon thy Swaine . Gasp.

Excellent I wee le turne Shepheards presently , thou shalt be Phillis , and I le be Coridon : let me alone to prouide Russets , Crooke , and Tarbox : they say there 's good hospitality in the Woods , and Songs and pastimes vpon Siluaum day .

Gorg.

But that were pretty , shall I be a woman ?

Gasp.

By any meanes , thou hast a good face already , a little simpering will doe it , I le accomodate thee early , keep thy owne counsell , and I le warrant thee for a Maide-marrian .

Gorg.

Foote ! shall I runne into my coates agen ? goe to , put me into what shape you will , I le play my part : mee thinkes I doe feele an hundred rurall animals taking vp my petticoate already .

Exeunt . Enter Antonio , Bubulcus , and Hillaria . Ant.

Pray' forward with your relation .

Bub.

As I was saying , hauing challenged Antonio for the affront he did me before Hillaria , here by heauen , you must say nothing .

Hil.

Not a syllable .

Bub.

Hee did accept the challenge , and the weapons were soone agreed vpon , and wee met : but not a word of fighting , if you loue me .

Ant.

You are not come to fighting yet your selfe , but by the way , what were your weapons ?

Bub.

A long sword .

Ant.

T was long ere you could remember it , me thinkes .

Bub.

Soone as we came into the place appointed , wee looked about , and saw all cleere .

Hil.

As cleere as day on your side .

Bub.

We drew , but not a word of fighting , by this hand .

Ant.

Not by that hand .

Bub.

We threw our doublets off , to shew wee had no Coate of maile , or priuie shirt vpon vs , against the lawes of duelling , in fine , I bid him say his prayers .

Ant.

T was well thought vpon , and what did you ?

Bub.

I let 'em alone , for I knew I should kill him , and haue time enough to say 'em afterwards at my leasure .

Hil.

When he had prayed , what then ?

Bub.

When he had said his praiers , he thought vpon it , and let fall words tending to reconcilement : a my conscience , he would haue asked me forgiuenesse , but I stood vpon my honour , and would fight with him , and so wee stood vpon our guard : but not a word of fighting , if you loue me .

Ant.

Oh , by no meanes , but when did you fight ?

Bub.

I le tell you , Antonio when he saw no remedie , but that I would needs fight with him , and so consequently kill him , made a desperate blow at my head , which I warded with my dagger , better then he looked for , and in returne , I cut off his left hand , whereat amazed and fainting , I nimbly seconded it , as you know I am very nimble , and run my Rapier into his right thigh , two yards .

Hil.

Then you were on both sides of him ?

Ant.

Your Rapier , did you not say your weapons were long swords ?

Bub.

But mine was both a sword and Rapier , there 's it , but not a word of fighting , as you loue me : well , not to weary you with the narration of the inumerable wounds I gaue him , I cut off euery ioint from his toe vpwards , to his middle , by these hilts , now you may beleeue me , there ended Antonio my riuall , iudge , iudge now , whether Bubulcus be valiant or not , but not a word of fighting , as you loue me , let it dye .

Exit . Ant.

T was very valiantly done .

Hil.

Harke you , Sweet-heart , doe you not remember who this is , that you haue discouered this businesse too ? this is Selina , his owne sister .

Bub.

What a rogue was I , not to remember that ?

Hil.

Doe not you know that she is my mother in Law ? nay , nay , plucke vp a good heart , what will you doe ? there 's no running away .

Bub.

Haue you neuer an emptie chest ?

Hil.

What , to hide your selfe ? that I know you would not doe for your credit : draw your sword , and stand vpon your guard , we know you are valiant , that could kill Antonio so brauely .

Bub.

Hillaria , if euer you lou'd me , oh , I haue made a faire piece of worke , would you not tell me it was his sister ? oh , here they come .

He runs behind Hillaria . Enter Antonio , Rufaldo , and Officers . Ant.

He hath confest it , sir , your Daughter heard it , sir , I charge you lay hands vpon that murtherer , he hath slaine my Brother Antonio .

Ruf.

Did you heare him confesse it ?

Bub.

Here 's right , confesse and be hang'd now .

Hil.

I must confesse I did .

Ruf.

Bubulcus kill Antonio ?

Bub.

By this hand I doe not know how to deny it for my credit .

Ruf.

Nay then lay hands on him .

Bub.

Yes Father , Rufaldo , Selina , oh , a plague of all coxcombes , what a rogue was I ?

Ant.

I will haue Iustice , away with him .

Bub.

I am a lying rascall by this hand .

Ant.

We must require Antonio from you , sir , or your blood answer his . Away with him , Hillaria .

Bub.

I le bee hang'd then , Father . Hillaria , will you see me hang'd ?

Ruf.

There is no remedy : would thou hadst kild his Sister ; I am plagued with her , and dare not speake it for shame , I le doe what I can to get a Repriefe for you ; nay , and you kill folkes , you must eene take your fortune .

Bub.

A curse of all ill fortune , I kild no body .

Ant. Away , I say , out villaine , hence , for I Doe heare my brothers blood for iustice cry . Exeunt .
Actus quintus , Scena prima . Enter Infortunio , Selina , and Felice . Infor. I doe not know this place , nor who you are , Nor know I yet my selfe . Sil. Infortunio ? Infor. That name I once did answer to , but then I was not banisht to a wildernesse , Nor slept on such a bed . Oh , if I be Hee , whom you call Infortunio . Tell me how I came hither , dost thou weepe ? I prethee tell me , boy , why doe those teares Drowne thy faire cheekes ? but that they will not shew Manly in me , I 'de force my eyes to weepe too , And we would sit vpon a banke , and play Drop-teare , till one were bankrout . You amaze me : I aske how I came hither ? answer me With other language , if you doe not meane I came by water , which you might expresse too In words as well , nay , better , for you now Are cruel to your selues , and murder me : Tell me , or I shall be mad . Sel. Oh , stay : that brought Infortunio hither , You haue now told your selfe , distraction brought you . Infor. Ha distraction ? now you increase my wonder : Was I mad , or doe not you by answering , Study to make me so ? why should I be mad , Or being so , how came I well againe ? For if I dreame not , I am well and calme . Sel. You owe this Shepheardesse for your restore , Whose skill heauen made so happy . Infor. Did you , faire Shepheardesse restore me then , And by your art recouer natures losse ? All my wel-beings your's : but yet if you Could so Physicion-like cure the disease Which is but the effect of some distemper , You then should know the cause : for else you are Vncertaine in your applications . Pray tell me then , why was I mad ? Sel. This Lad can tell you that , better then I , But if his sorrow will not let his tongue Deliuer it , I le tell you sir ; you were in loue . Infor.

With whom , I pray ?

Fel.

One whom they call Selina .

Infor. Ha , Selina ? in what a depth of black forgetfulnesse Is Infortunio fallen into ? Selina , Could I forget Selina ? oh Shepheardesse , I was not mad till now : for can I be My selfe , and forget her ? oh , in this question I am vndone : for I doe hold my selfe And all my vnderstanding by her name , I am a begger , she hath purchas'd all , Nor am I master of one thought of comfort I borrow not from her : what curse was falne Vpon my memorie , to forget Selina ? Sel. Sir , you remember her too well , vnlesse She would deserue it better . Infor. It is not in her power to deserue , boy , For she is now beholding for her selfe Vnto another . Oh , this teares my soule , You did not well to release me of my furies , And make me sensible againe of that Was my first corrosiue , it was vnfriendly : Oh , t was a happinesse to be mad , starke mad , For she being lost , what haue I else to lose ? I was all hers , I gaue my selfe away : And deedes of gift should hold . Sel.

Why should you be so passionate ? let once reason so late recouered , teach you loue your selfe , reseru'd for nobler fortune .

Infor. It is true , I am a very foole in doing so , And will you be a Mistris then , and teach me How to forget my selfe ? what saist boy ? Shall I be Shepheard too ? I will liue here And haue thy company , thou art like my Loue , Shall we Shepheardesse ? Fel.

With all my heart .

Infor. Come let 's sit downe awhile , nature hath spred Her Carpets for vs here , this is the lowest , And yet 't is higher then a Palace : pray Teach me your Shepheards life , now I doe long To be a wood-man too , and you shall doe A double cure vpon me . Enter Gasparo and Gorgon disguised . Gasp.

Stay , yonder are some Shepheards , le ts on this banke sit downe and prattle . And how long i st , since your Sweet-heart forsooke you ?

Gorg.

It will be a quarter of a yeere next grasse .

Gasp.

Alas , poore Mopsa , but come , put him out of thy minde , sing him away .

Gorg.

Laugh , and sing him to his graue shall I ?

Gasp.

And neuer loue him more .

Gorg.

Oh no , his loue like a canker hath eate such a great hole into my heart , I cannot forget him , but I le sing a song of him .

Gorgon sings a song , all this while Gasp.

Prethee doe .

Gasparo eyes Felice . Infor. Here 's innocence of all sides , who would liue Out of this Common-wealth , where honest Swaines Are Lords and subiects ? Here is no acquaintance With craft and falshood , all their soules are clad In true simplicity : I will take a truce With care a while , to talke with this poore wench . Mopsa I heard you nam'd , pray tell me , Were you in loue ? Gorg.

Yes forsooth .

Infor.

With whom , forsooth ?

Gorg.

With a Gentleman that has prou'd vnkind , forsooth , broken his vowes , and oathes , forsooth , hee made much of me , time was , before his father dyed , forsooth , who was a good Yeoman , then he kist me , forsooth , and coll'd surreuerence , but now hee scornes Mopsa : I was his equall once , and haue danced with him vpon our Church greene in a Morris ere now .

Infor.

Alas , alas , has forsaken thee ?

Gorg.

He is now about to commit matrimoniall businesse with a young girle I wisse .

Gasp. 'T is she . I le haue a tricke to know it . Blessings on you Shepheardesse , Yet by this hand , you are no lesse , You were in loue with a faire man , Crost by a father , began This Shepheards life , & russet weed , Is it not the truth , I reed ? ha , ha . Fel.

Sir , are you a Fortune-teller ?

Gasp. No , I am foole , and yet I know Something , though you thinke not so . Fel.

Doe you see all this here ?

Gasp.

That and more in this table

Lies your story : 't is no fable , Not a line within your hand , But I easily vnderstand : Your line of life is faire , hard by Ascends that of prosperity , But broken in the mid'st to th' Mount Of Saturne here , which ill we count , Ha , Triangle and Mercuriall line ? But Venus is no friend of thine . Infor.

How now , Palmistry ? beleeue him not .

Gasp. In your face your fate is wrote , You lou'd a woman , she not you , You know whether I say true , Her name began with S. but shee , Shall neuer be enioyd by thee , Shee s married now to one that 's old , But very rich : your fortune 's told . Infor.

Beshrew me he has cunning .

Sel.

Doe you beleeue him sir ?

Gorg.

Beleeue him ? nay , you may beleeue him , he 's abomination cunning man , he told me my fortune as right as if he had beene in my belly .

Shep.

Does thy fortune lie in thy belly then , Sweet-heart ?

Gorg.

Partly , sir , as other womens fortunes doe .

Gasp. Damsell , you haue yet a fate Will make you wonder more thereat , By collection , I dare proue , That his name , whom you did loue , Began with G. but 't is too true , He hath slaine himselfe for you . Felice faints .

Felice , come againe , doe not beleeue me , I told thee false , I did but trie to gaine a knowledge of thee : thy starres owe thee more happinesse , Felice , looke vp , see thy friend aliue , I am Gasparo . Foot , I ha made faire worke .

Fel. Ha , 't is Gasparo . Gasp. Haue I found thee , O wench , thou wert vniust , Too much vniust , thus to absent thy selfe From Gasparo , thy cruell father since Hath wept enough to wash away his error . Fates , I doe thanke you , for this blest direction . But Infortunio , I am sorry now , I read the truth of thy vnhappinesse , It is too true , Selina is beyond Your spheare of hope , pardon , worthy sir , The shape I tooke , was not to mocke your fortunes , But trie mine owne . And haue I found the wench ? Gorg.

Oh , no , no , your suite is in vaine , hands off , Shepheards .

1. Shep.

I will make thee amends and marry , prethee sweet Mopsa , beautifull Mopsa .

Gorg.

Beauty ! I doe confesse I haue reasonable beauty , for blacke and white , for all other colours are but compounded of them : but the truth is , I cannot so soone forget my old loue ; though he hath prou'd false vnto me , Mopsa will proue true vnto him : oh , and it were not for shame , now I would die for loue .

Sel. Be not deiected , sir , you haue a fate Doth smile vpon you , I haue a little skill . In that this Gentleman seem'd to haue some knowledge , I must needs crosse his iudgement , and pronounce You are more happy . Let not ought your soule annoy , You that virgin shall enioy , That you first lou'd , who doth waite To make your wishes fortunate , And ere Sun twice declines to West , You may be with marriage blest . Gasp. The boy is mad . Infor. Doe not vndoe , sweet boy , the benefit Thou hast already done me , thou dost vtter impossibilities . Sel. Then with one Argument I can easily Take off your wonders , looke on thy Selina , That on the wedding morne , forsooke Rufaldo , Touch'd with a sense of thy indignities , Thus to obscure me from all curious search And inquisition , but not hoping euer To be made thine , now if true loue maintaine The opinion you pretend , thus in your armes I powre my selfe . Infor. It is Selina . Oh , I am rent in pieces With ioy and wonder . Gasp. Harke you , sir , doe not beleeue him , Let not passion make you a mockery .

Is not Selina married to Rufaldo ? then am I goose-giblet : I should haue bin at Church with 'em , but for a crotchet that I had in my pate all the morning : I spake with her father yesterday , and from his mouth I heard , Selina was very well , I thinke I doe not dreame , indeed now I call to memory , hee said Selina was mist two or three houres ath ' wedding morne ; some figarie , I know not what : and Antonio , as I supposed , gone in quest of her , not heard of since : but Selina is sure Rufaldoes wife , or some Deuill in her likenesse has abused them all with credulity . This is true , sir , therefore be not easie , doe not deserue more pitty , this boy is mad , a iuggling boy .

Sel.

Shall I not be beleeued then for my selfe ? am I refused now ?

Inf.

It cannot be she : troth boy , thy conceit tooke me at first with much credulity : but here 's our natures weaknesse , apt to credit what wee affect : were there not too much against it , thou mightst deceiue me : oh no , Infortunio is giuen vp , lost to all felicity .

Sel.

Since then you put me , sir , to proue my selfe , let me not be lost , I will not call you what I desire , nor name you sister : giue me leaue to finde my selfe , I know not where I am yet : my brother Antonio gon ? what fury hath assum'd Selina's shape ?

Gasp.

Come , put on a mans spirit , Mopsa .

Gor.

Well , sir , in regard you are so Exit cum Inf. & Fel portunate , although I haue forsworne marriage , if you desist constant , you may chance to haue a licke at my Maydenhead .

Exeunt . Sel. I haue it , my Brother 's lost : I le send a shepheard in Antonio's name , To inuite my Father hither , and that Incubus . I vow not to forsake these Plaines , till I Possesse my selfe , or be reiected quite , Suspend thy passions then awhile , Selina , To morrow is the Shepheards Holiday , Which they solemnize with rurall pleasures , 'T will draw them sooner : ha , are they gone ? I will not leaue 'em , with this thread I shall Tread o're the Labyrinth , and discouer all . Exit . Enter Cornelio . Cor. Antonio slaine ? haplesse Cornelio , My hopes were treasur'd vp in him , the staffe And comfort of my age , and is he gone ? Enter Antonio , Hillaria , Rufaldo . Hil.

Hast sent for Bubulcus ?

Ant. I haue , Father , let not too much passion soyle that temper Hath beene obseru'd in old Cornelio . Cor. Why , was not he thy Brother ? canst thou Thou hast so little share in yong Antonio , That thou darest speake of comfort ? Ant.

Sir , on my life Antonio is not dead .

Ruf.

No , no , 't is impossible .

Ant. Bubulcus , on my soule 's a very coward , And durst as well attempt to take a prey Out of a Tygers iawes , as see a sword With patience bent against him . Cor.

But cowards in despaire proue desperate , and most vnhappy .

Ant.

A my conscience I could beate him into a mouse-hole .

Ruf.

Nay , I could beate him , and I am sure you can beate me , woo'd I were well rid of you : 't is a double misery to be abus'd , and dare not speake out .

Enter Bubulcus , Officers . Hil.

Here 's Bubulcus .

Bub.

Not guilty , not guilty , and please your Worships , let me not be hang'd for a lie of mine owne making : 't is well knowne I am a stinking coward : not guilty , I beseech you ; I neuer drew sword in anger in my life : if you hang me , you vndoe me for euer .

Ant.

Looke you , sir , 't is cleare .

Bub.

My conscience is as cleare as Christall : not guilty , my Lord , I beseech you —

Cor.

Didst not thou kill Antonio then ?

Bub.

Let me be hang'd if I did .

Cor.

Stay , he 'le confesse .

Bub.

I confesse I told a lie , thinking to haue got some credit : but if euer I saw Antonio , since he gaue me two or three kicks , which I deseru'd well enough , broyle me ath ' coales . Mercy , oh mercy : doe not cast me away vpon the Hangman now , in the pride of my youth : not guilty , my Lord .

Cor.

Howsoeuer feare of death possesse him so , I see the murther in his eyes .

Bub.

My eyes ? woo'd they were out then : doe you see murther in my eyes ? are my eyes blood-shot ?

Cor.

His very hand doth shew a guiltinesse , looke how it trembles .

But.

The feare of hanging hath put my whole body into palsey : My hands guilty ? I can wash my hands cleane of it , I neuer kild a Fly . By this hand , not guilty .

Enter a Shepheard hastily . Shep.

Which is Cornelio ?

Ant.

This : what 's the matter ? what makes this Shepheard here ?

Cor.

I am Cornelio : is it with me thou woo'dst ?

Shep. If your name Cornelio be , Contentment and felicity I bring you : I am sent from one That doth call himselfe your sonne , Yong Antonio , who thus low Would beg your blessing , prayes that no Affliction too much you dismay For his absence , bad me say , If you daine suspend your care , A few houres , and repaire Vnto the place of Shepheards by , To grace their pleasures with your eye , Antonio will himselfe declare , Faithfully what causes were Of his absence , and requite These dolours with a fresh delight : And so farewell . This is all : Back againe I heare them call . Exit Shepheard . Cor.

Oh stay awhile .

Ant.

He 's gon , sir : did I not tell you , Antonio was not dead ? but this is strange .

Cor.

Doe I not dreame ?

Ant.

Antonio among the Shepheards ? if he be there , I am drest Ifaith : By any meanes , goe sir .

Bub.

Is Antonio aliue againe ?

Ruf.

Yes verily , aliue againe , let not the Hangman fright away your wits any longer .

Bub.

I hope I shall choose my owne Gallowes then . Hillaria , you would not beleeue me : did I looke as I had kild any body ? now I hope you will hold me for an innocent hereafter .

Cor. Babulcus , pray' let vs haue your company , It doth concerne your freedome . Antonio liuing ? Rufaldo , let vs make a merry day on 't , If it be true . If ? I doe sinne against Discretion to distrust it . O my starres , I doe acquit you all your iniuries , If you possesse me of Antonio . Neuer did man to blisse more willing goe . Bub.

I am glad I am reprieu'd : come Hillaria .

Ant.

'T were pretty if Antonio bee multiplied : here 's tricks indeed , I am resolu'd to see what will the end of this confusion be .

Exeunt . Enter Ienkin . Ien.

Neuer was Ienkin in such Wildernesse , her haue walked and trauelled creat deale of miles in these Woods : but her can finde no end nor euasions , looke you : her haue read in Histories , and Relations , and Kernicles , very famous Knights , and praue Sentilmen of valours and shiualries haue beene enchaunted , looke you , in Castles and very strange dwellings , and Towers , and solitary places , now was haue creat feares and suspicions , lest Ienkin was fallen into some Wisheries and Coniurations , and was inchaunted , blesse vs awle in these Desarts and Wildernesses for her valours and magnanimities .

Enter Iocarello . Ioc.

So ho , ho , Master Ienkin .

Ien.

It is our Pages agen . Iocarello , where haue you beene ? you are very tilligent Poyes , to lose your Master thus .

Ioc.

I was lost my selfe , had not a Shepheard by chance found me , and carried me into his house vnder the ground , where with a great many of Shepheardesses we sate vp all night in making Garlands for some shew and pastimes to be done this day , which they call their Festiuall : pray' , sir , since we haue run a wildgoose chase so long , let 's stay one day to see these sports and dancings .

Ien.

Sports and dances , say you ? take pleasures and delectations in dances ? Very well , Ienkin was knaw how to dance her selfe , was pred in awle Sentilmans qualities , looke you , her will make no peregrinations backe till awle be done , and it may bee , was shake her legs in capers too , looke you now .

Enter Cornelio , Rufaldo , Antonio , Bubulcus , Hillaria . Corn.

Master Ienkin , you are well met in these parts , I perceiue you are early this morning , to partake the pastimes of our Shepheards .

Ien.

Good tayes and salutations , and cret deale of felities come to awle your vrships .

Bub.

Sir , my name is Master Bubulcus , and I am as good a Gentleman .

Ien.

As who pray you ? doo you make comparisons ?

Bub.

I doe embrace your familiarities , and remaine your truest worme .

Ien.

Not too much wormes , nor familiarities pray you : ha Pages , here is Selinaes in her owne apparels and vestiments , awle was very true as our Countrey-woman Ecchoes was make reports : Selina was gone back agen : very well : Mistris Selina's was very full of ioyes and exhillarations , to see you in these places , you knaw how greatly and ardently Ienkin was taken with your peauties , and pulchritudes , cret while agoe : pray' when did you make returnes out of these woods ? Ienkin had knowledge , and saw you in your Shepheard apparels , and was make ambulations after you hither , out of meere amors and affections as her was true Sentilman .

Ant.

I make returne out of these woods ? I entred them but now .

Ien.

Well , you desire not to haue things declared , and puplished , her was keepe awle silences .

Ant.

Vpon my life you are mistaken quite in this , Master Ienkin .

Ien.

Oh , pray you make not Ienkin ridicles , and derisions , looke you , shall heare no more of that matters , call you only to memories you promised loues to Ienkin , pray you in matrimonies creat while agoe .

Ant.

I deny not that , sir , but I know not why you haue long neglected me , and I am now married to Rufaldo .

Ien.

Rufaldoes ? hit is not possible .

Bub.

Father , hee sayes it is impossible Selina should bee your wife .

Ruf.

How , not my wife ? I would faine see that .

Ien.

Is Selina your wifes in truths and verities pray you ?

Ruf.

Doe you make question ? My wife ? I thinke there is some reason , shee is my very deare wife , I will assure you sir .

Cor.

He has got a boy by this time .

Ruf.

A boy ? well , I haue got something , a pox a your fingers . How saist ? is not something , done Sweet-heart ?

Ant.

Yes , in my conscience something is done .

Ien.

Ienkin was neuer awle his dayes haue such iniuries and contumelies put vpon her : was euer Sentilman thus abused ? haue her made repetitions and genealogies of her plood , for no matrimonies ? Ienkin has peat the pushes , and Rufaldoes has get the pirds . Hum ! her loue not to make quarrels & prabbles , but Ienkin could fight with any podies in the whole vrld , awle weapons , from the long Pikes to the Welsh-hookes , looke you now , no matrimonies ? her Welsh-blood is vp , looke you .

Cor.

Master Bubulcus .

Ien.

Master Blew-pottles , haue you any stomakes or appetites to haue any plowes or knogs vpon your costards , looke you ?

Bub.

No great stomack at this time , sir , I thanke you : alas , I haue 'em euery day , they are no nouelties with me .

Cor.

Come , Master Ienkin , I now perceiue you lou'd my daughter , if you had acquainted me in time , I should not haue beene vnwilling to haue cald you sonne , but since 't is too late , let your wisedome checke impatience : I know you are of a noble temper , howsoeuer passion may a little cloud your vertues , le ts be all friends I pray .

Ien.

Here is very cood honest words , yes , looke you , Ienkin is in awle amities and friendships , but —

Cor.

Oh , no more shooting at that but : harke , I heare the Shepheards musicke , and voyce too , le ts sit downe I pray , Antonio keepe thy word .

Musicke . Enter Shepheards and Shepheardesses with garlands . SONG . Wood-men Shepheards , come away , This is Pans great holy-day , Throw off cares , With your heauen aspiring aires Helpe vs to sing While valleyes with your Ecchoes ring . 2 Nymphes that dwell within these groues , Leaue your Arbours , bring your loues , gather poesies , Crowne your golden haire with Roses , As you passe Foote like Fayries on the grasse . 3 Ioy drowne our bowers , Philomell , Leaue of Tereus rape to tell , Let trees dance , As they at Thracian Lire did once , Mountaines play , This is the Shepheards holiday . Dance . The song ended , Enter a maske of Satyres &c. and dance . Enter a Shepheardesse with a white rod . 1. Shep. Post hence Satyres and giue way , For fairer soules to grace the day , And this presence , whip the aire With new rauishings , hence with care , By the forelocke hold Time fast , Lest occasion slip too fast Away from vs , ioyes here distill . Pleasures all your bosomes fill . Exit . Enter Infortunio , Selina , Gasparo , Felice , Gorgon , Shepheard . They dance . Sel.

Faire Nymph , vouchsafe the honor to dance with me .

Ant.

Troth , sir , I cannot dance .

Sel.

We know you are Selina .

Infor.

Your hand , fairest .

1. Shep.

Disdaine not , gentle sir .

Ien.

Pible pables , with awle her hearts , looke you .

Gorg.

Noble sir .

Bub.

Faire Lady , at your seruice .

Gasp.

I will not change .

Fel.

Nor I .

One measure . Cor.

Which is Antonio ?

Dance . Ruf.

It will breake out anon .

Sel.

You are a thiefe .

Ant.

Ha ?

Sel.

You haue robd Selina .

Ant.

Then I le make restitution , what are you ?

Sel.

Antonio .

Ant.

The Deuill you are ! faith , deale honestly with me , and I le be true to thee : who art ?

Sel.

I am Selina by my hopes of heauen .

Ant.

Ha , sister then !

Sel.

I haue no brother but Antonio .

Ant.

And I am he . Oh happinesse !

Sel.

If thou beest Antonio , what made thee assume my habit ?

Ant.

Of that anon . Liues Infortunio ?

Sel.

Hee s here , and with him Gasparo and my sister the lost Felice .

Ant.

I am rauisht with this wonder .

Sel.

Keepe your face constant : the Musicke calls .

Dance . Cor.

Ha , what meanes this ?

Ant.

Selina .

Fel.

Your blessing , sir , we are your children .

Cor.

Who 's this ?

Sel.

I am Selina , sir .

Ant.

And I am Antonio .

Cor.

Amazement : thou Antonio ? he Selina ?

Ruf.

Ha , how 's this , my wife become a man ? I confesse she plaid the man with me .

Cor.

But who is this ?

Fel. I am Felice , sir , your long lost Daughter , Found out by Gasparo , vnto whom my vowes In Heauen were long since sacred , and I beg Once more he may be mine . Sel. As I to be possest By Infortunio here . Cor. Stay children , stay : take heed , you doe not know What strength of ioy my fainting age can beare : You fall in too full showres , like swelling Nile These comforts will exceed the narrow bankes Of my poore frailty : rise , enioy your wishes , And my blessings be multiplyed vpon you . Ha! Rufaldo , here 's Felice my lost Girle , Take her , take her , Gasparo . Selina , Art not thou Rufaldo's Wife ? Ant. No , sir , I ventured that , he knowes me well , Hillaria and I were bed fellowes , at his request . Bub.

How ? Hillaria and you bedfellowes ? I 'de laugh at that .

Ruf.

I am abus'd , disgrac'd , vndone .

Cor.

Nay , Rufaldo .

Bub.

Why then , it seemes you were Antonio , that I kild so , and you haue , as a man should say , line with Hillaria beforehand .

Ant.

I am not behind hand .

Bub.

Nay , and you haue tickled her before and behind , tickle her all ouer for Bubulcus .

Ien.

Harke you , is there another Selina's ? blesse vs awle , here is very praue loue-trickes , looke you .

Ruf.

Blessing on him : why he hath made Stockfish on me , hee has beaten away all my inclination to giue my blessing .

Cor.

Come , vpon recollection , you must make it a bargaine : they haue , it seemes , bought and sold already , 't is past recouery , he shall be worthy of her .

Hil.

Sir , that you may with more alacrity let fall your blessings : know , our bloods are pure , Antonio and your Daughter are as chaste from any sinfull act , as when wee were first mantled after birth .

Ruf.

Ha , saist so ?

Ant.

'T was none of my fault , I am sure .

Ruf.

Then my blessings to you : come , y' are both my Children .

Bub.

How ?

Cor.

Amen , and mine : Why I am rapt beyond my selfe with ioyes . Infortunio , Fate hath effected that I beg'd of Heauen in many prayers for you , oh my blisses .

Bub.

So , so , I am guld , my house taken o're my head ?

Gorg.

Sir , you know who I am , I am yet walking Terra incognita , I haue a great minde to Bubulcus , you know what I haue suffered for him , and so forth .

Gasp.

Let me alone , so , so : then pleasures runne with a streame vpon vs , but if we shall make a full day on 't , here 's one more to meet with her match , this poore Virgin hath beene long in loue with Bubulcus : troth , sir , looke vpon her at length pittifully complayning : alas good soule , be honest at length : prethee doe , and marry her , you know what has past betweene you , 't is a handsome Wench .

Bub.

Vmh , I doe remember she was in loue with mee , and so was twenty more : what 's that to me ? Alas , would you haue me descend so low ?

Gorg.

Oh , sir , you sung another song in my Mothers Dairy , when we sate vp all night together , and had a Sack posset .

All . Bub.

I doe remember such a thing , but what 's that ? I le take 't vpon me .

Gorg.

I beseech you , Gentlemen , speake for mee , for I will haue him , I am asham'd to shew my reasons .

Bub.

Very small ones : away you durty queane .

Inf.

What , has he got thee with child ?

Gorg.

More then that , sir .

Fel.

Has he had any Bastards ?

Gorg.

Indeed Mistris , I le tell you ; hee hath begot three children of my body .

Inf.

Fie vpon 't , no lesse then three Bastards .

Bub.

How ? nay , she lies falsly , I got but two , so many I will acknowledge , because they shall not doubt my sufficiency , had I any more then two ? speake you lying whore

Gasp.

Sir , I tender your credit , there is but two waies either you must marry her , or giue her a piece of money that 's the easiest way , she is poore : for your reputation —

Bub.

What doe you thinke will content the Whore ?

Ien.

Harke you , best for you , make some satisfactions to this Sentilwoman , or Senkin was learne you more ho and behauiours towards these vmans , warrant you Master blew pottles .

Gasp.

A matter of twenty or thirty pieces , you can spare them .

Bub.

You Strumpet , here 's twenty pieces for you : doe you heare ? keepe well the boyes then : but you shal sweare , before these Gentlemen , you will neuer claime marriage : there , be an honest woman hereafter .

Gorg.

Yes , beare witnesse , Gentlemen , I doe accept his wise beneuolence , and will neuer trouble him with marriage — while Gorgon liues .

All .

Gorgon ?

Gorg.

Your seruant , and your pardons : nay , Gorgon has had his deuices and vagabunduloes as well as the best on yee : giue you all ioy , I wish you wit , sir .

Bub.

I am foold of all sides , was I borne a foole ?

All .

Ha , ha .

Ien.

Stay you , Master double colours , there bee more fooles in the busines as your selfe : well Ienkin , were euen best make shurneyes back into her owne Countreyes , and neuer put credits or conferences in any womans in the whole vrld : they all lie and coozen , and make derisions out awle measures .

Inf. Nay , nay , Gentlemen , let 's all together Wee 'le drowne all discontents this day with wine . Let 's take vp all our Fates then , and proclaime This day new Festiuals in Hymens name . Bub.

Stay a little , and I le along with you . Since I haue mist my Wench , I le aske these Gentlemens good wils to a second match , in stead of an Epilogue .

Courteous Spectators , and kinde Gentlemen . — Gor.

Why , how now ? what , are you mad ? will you speake the Epilogue ? though you haue plaid a foole in the Play , you will not show your selfe an Asse before all this company . The Epilogue ? I hope I am the wiser ath ' two , and the better read in complement .

Iudicious Gentlemen — Ien.

Harke you , Master double-colours , and you goody Gorgons , here is one wiser , Asses you both , to pronounce the Epilogue , warrant you , and one , that knawes — to speake in as good English , Gentlemen , now sans Complement .

Our Loue-trickes haue beene shewne , and we attend To know if your acceptance crowne the end , The world is full of trickes, but it will be To these of 〈…〉 contentment dwell On you we 〈…〉 Play Thieves well , Which 〈…〉 call , that we might proue 〈…〉 your loue . 〈…〉 FINIS .
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