■-i»^jjEn*_L--. alifornia jional ility HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH; A COMEDY, WRITTEN BY JOHN DAY; * NOW FIRST REPRINTED FROM THE ORIGINAL EDITION OF 1C08. EDITED BY J. 0. HALLIWELL, ESQ, F.R.S. ' • '•* v^ ;•, ' • ^4 > LONDON: PRINTED FOR THE PERCY LIBRARY. 1860. 16 51-9. 1 »• * » «•*••••• ,•♦ • »*.*.♦»•••• * . * • •••' » ,«• ••» 1. •• •.' ;• ..' ••• . . i**. ^Vfc jffi^ ^u- jS*Ii- -4*lt jt*k. jfTk. i't'fc iVlt v^k- i*k- jl*l<- ^k- -4*k. jl*l<- ^^fc- i*i<- ^k- Jfk- A^K- ifk- Humour out of breath. A Co7nedie Diuers times latelie acted, By the Children Of The Kings Reuells. WRITTEN BY I o H N Day. Printed at Londen for lohn Hehnes, and arc to be sold at his shop in Saint Dunstons Church-yard in Fleet-street. 1608. To Signior No-body. WORTHLESSE sir, I lyresent you with these ray viopcrfect labours, Icnoiimig that lohat defect in me §•()>• neglect in the Prifder hath left vnperfect, iudgement in yon will winke at, if iwt thinke absolute. Being to turtle a poore frieyidlesse childe i/nto the world, yet stiffl- ciently featured too, had it been all of one mans getting, (woe to the iniquitie of Time the whilest) my desire is to preferre him, to your seruice : in ivhich, as he shall be sure to get nothing, so likewise my hope is, he shall not loose much : For your bomitie neither makes straungers loue you, nor your follower's enuie you : you are a Patrone worthie the Sister-hood, I meane, the poore halfe dozen, for the Three Elders, they clvmbe aboue my .. element : the Simne, the Moone, and the seuen Stars ^ being scarce worthy the suruey of their worki/iigs : I pro- -)Q test I had rather bestoiv my paynes on your good worship ■"• for a brace of Angells certaine, then stand to the bomitie ^of a Better-mans Purse-bearer, or a very good womans Gentleman-vsher : my reason is I ca/nnot attend : your Bis dat, qui cito statids so like a Load-stone ouer your greate gate, that I feare twill draive all the Iron-pated ~^ Muse-mongers about the towne in a short time to your r- patronage. For mine cnvne part I had rather bee yours V-. volens, then be driuen nolens : So till I meete you next ^ at your great Castle in Fish-street, He neither taste of %J your bountie, nor be drunke to your health. One of your first followers, lohn Dayc. .3Sir i?llfi HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. ACTVS I. SCBNA I. Enter Octauio Dulce of Venice, Hippnlito and Francisco his sonnes, Florimell his daughter : Hortensio and others attendants. Octa. Sonnes, hopefall buddes of frnitfull Italy, Hauing banislit war, which like a prodigall Kept wastfull reuells with our subiects blond : Since proude Anthonio our arch-enemy Is in his ioumey towards th'vnderworld, Or houers in the shade of banishment ; Let vs in peace smile at our victory, And euery brest passe his opinion Wliat pastime best becomes a conqueror. Fran. What sport but conquest for a conqueror? Then with our wounds vndrest, our steeds still armd, Branded with Steele ere we wipe of the bloud Of conquerd foes, lets with our shriller bugles Summon the surly landlord of the forrest, B 2 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. The kingly lyon, to a bloiidy parle; Combat the hart, the leopard or the bore, In single and adnenturous hardyment : The spiint of mirth in manly action rests, Hailing queld men, lets now go conquer beasts. Oct. Manly resolu'd ; Hippolitoes aduise, Sip. Rather like souldiers, and Octanioes sonnes, Lets throw a generall challenge through the world. For a proud tumey, at the which our selues Consorted with a hundred of our knights, Accoutred Hke so many gods of warre. Will keepe the lists gainst all aduentm'crs, Wliich hke the suns Ught figurd in a star Should be a briefe epitome of war. Oct. Noble and royaU, your opinion, daughter. Flo. Faith, I shall anger souldiers : I woulde pourc Spirit of hfe, Aiirum Potahile, Into the iawes of chap-falne schoUersliip, That haue since amorous Quid was exild, Lyen ia a sowne. Y' aue many holds for war, I woidd once view a garrison for witte : Twere heauenly sport to see a traine of schollers Like old traind soldiers sldrmish in the schooles, Trauerse their Errjocs and discharge their iests Like pcales of small-shot; were this motion granted My selfe would be free woman of their hall, And sit as sister at their festiuall. HUMOUR OUT OF BEEATH. 3 Oct. Haue we not Padua ? Flo. Yes, but the commaunders Deale with oui' graduates, as the generall Doth with his souldier, giues him place for fauoure, Not for deseraing, looke intoo't your selfe, You haue courts for tennis, and me thiakes t'were Learning should not stand bailing in the street [meet For want of houseroome : oh tis much vnfit Courtiers should be aU pleasure and small wit. Oct. AU that you speake is but what we command. Flo. But ofl&cers, father, cannot vnderstand Their lords at first : wert not a gaUant sight, To see wits army royall come from fight ? Some crownd with gold, others with A^reath of bayes, And whilst they hold their solemn holydaies, Musick should Hke a louer court the skies, And from the world wrest ringing plaudities. Hip. My sister would make a rare beggar. Fra. True, shee's parceU poet, parceU fidler already, and they commonly sing three parts in one. Oct. Wrong neither art nor musicke, they are twins Borne and begot in heate, your thought of both. Flo. I thinke, my lord, that musick is diuine. Whose sacred straiues haue power to combine The soule and body ; and it reason beares, For it is said that the celestiall spheres Dance to ApoUoes Ip-e, whose sprightly fires 4 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. Haue tamd rude beasts, and cliarmd mens wild The author was immortall ; the first strings [desires : Made by a king, therefore an art for kings : The world's a body, euery Hberall art A needfoll member, musick the soule and hart. Oct. Well for hir sex hath Florimell discourst Of heauenly musicke, and since all conclude It is an art diuine, we were too rude Should we reiect it ; musick, I take great pride To heare soft musick and thy sIutU voice chide, [skill, Flo. To please your grace, though I want voice and lie shew my selfe obedient to your ^vill. \_S'ing. Fra. This would haue done rare at a schollers How do you like it, father ? [window, Oct. Highly, my boies, I rellish all dehght, For when the fiery spirit of hot youth Kept house within me, I was all delight : Then could I take my loue, no loue more fayre, By the smooth hand, and gazing in loues ayre Tell her her beauty beautifide the skie. And that the sunne stole lustre from her eye. Fra. I do admire to heare my princely father Thus merrilie discourse of trifling loue. Oct. Nay more, my boyes, when I was at your yeares, I went a pilgrimage tlu-ough Italic, To find the shrine of some loue-hallowed saynt ; Deuote to beauty, I would pray for loue; HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. 6 Desiring beauty, I would sue for loue ; Admiring beauty, I would serue for loue : Pray, sue, and serue, till beauty graunted loue. K she denyd me, I Avotdd sweare she graunted ; If she did sweare that she could neuer loue me, Then would I sweare she could not chuse but loue me : Let her sweare nere so much, still haue I swome, Till she had said I should not be forswome. Flo. I marry, brothers, here was cunning loue, Leame like good schollers, heele make you wise in He was a man in loue, were you such men ? [loue : Then were you men indeed, but boyes till then. Ft. To please my father, ile inquest of beauty. And neuer make retume till I haue found A loue so faire, so rich, so honorable, As fits the honor of Octauioes sonnes. fl"tp. The like (you pleasd) vowes young Hippolito. Oct. Doe, boyes, and I will teach you how to chuse them. Elect not mongst whole troupes of courtly dames, !Por amongst many, some must needs be ill : The seld seene Phoenix euer sits alone, Joue courted Danae when she was alone : Alone, my boyes, that is the only way. Ladies yeeld that alone, they els say nay. Flo. An expert souldier ; how shall they choose them, Od. If her bright eye dim not the diamond ; [father? Say, it is bright, but brighter iems delight you. 6 . HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. If that her breath do not perfume the ayre ; Say, it is sweet, but sweeter sweets content you. If that her cheeke compared to the hlly. Make not the hlly black with whiter whitenesse ; Say it is liUy white, but black to white. When your choise white must haue such high exceeds. Flo. Father, you do exceed things possible; Faith, say how many ladyes haue you seene, Much fayrer then my selfe, in all your trauayle ? Oct. Should the crow teach me, then no lady fayrer; If iudgement tell me, then a many fayrer : Thou art myne owne, I must tliinke weU of thee. Yet, Florimella, many doe excell thee. Flo. Should the crow teache, I am not all crow Though iudgement, I not all perfection black ; [black. Though you haue seen ladyes that dim the day, Yet will I think my selfe as fayre as they. Oct. Doe, Florimella, and ile one day get A husband for thee, that shall tliinke thee fayre, Flo. And tyme ifaith, that prety sport would be, Wiue it for them, you shall not husband me. Oct. Yet you will take my counseU in your choise. Flo. Yes, if I had not yeares ynough to choose. Would you direct me as you doe your sonnes ? With, Daughter, take a man with such a nose, With such an eye, with such a colour beard. Thus big, thus tall, with all his teeth afore ; HUMOUR OUT OF BEEATH, / Tlius lipt, tliiis legd, thus handsome, thus apparrelld. Were not this pittiful ? o pittifoll : Now by the soule of soule-commaunding loue, I will not stoope to such obedience, I must be bid to blush when I am kist, Bid my loue welcome, and I thank you, sir ; With no, indeed, I know not what loue is, I neuer heard so much of loue before, I pray take heede, nay, fie you goe too far ; With such a rabble of prescriptions. As neuer mayd of a conceiuiag spirit WiU follow them ; yet, brothers, goe you on. Take you good counsell, Florimell will none. {^Exit. Oct. I, daughter, are you so experiencd ? An elder woman might haue spoken lesse. Yet by your leaue, mynion, ile watch you so. Your I shaU still be gouernd by my no. But come, my sonnes, take patteme of gi-eat loue. Early ith' morning suit your selues for loue. [Exeunt. Enter Anthonio Bulce of Mantua, Hermia and Lucida his daufjhters ; they with angels, and he with a net. Ant. Gro, daughters, with your angels to the brooke, And see if any siluer-coated fish Will nibble at your worme-emboweld hooks : Deceiue the watry subiects, yet the name Of foule deceit, me thinks, shoidd fray them from you. 8 HUMOUR OUT OP BREATH, Alack, alack, I cannot blame the world. That in the world there is so much deceipt ; When this poore simple trade must vse deceipt." But with what conscience can I make this net, Within whose meshes all are caught that come : They cousen one at once, this cousens many, I will vndoo't, it shall not cousen any. But, daughters, go practise that little sinne, He mend this great fault ere the fault begin. O, cousening fortune, how hast thou deceiu'd me ! Turning me out a doores to banishment. And made another lord of Mantua. I that was lord now slaue to misery. Her. Take comfort yet, deare father. Ant. Comfort ? no : My brest's turnd prison, my proude iaylor, woe. Locks out all comfort : whers your valiant brother? Her. All discontent, like to a wounded lyon He forrages the woods, daring proude fortune At her best weapon ; he accounts tliis smart As a slight hurt, but far oif from the hart. Antli. How holds his humour ? Inic. The same fasliion still : But somwhat sadder-colourd, death may end But neuer change him, see our words haue raisd him. [Enter Asporo. Anth. Fitly uppHdc, for a walks like a ghost. HUMOUR OUT OF BKEATH. V Why, how now, sorme ? Asp. Peace. Her. Brother. AsjJ. Good now, peace, Wake me not, as you loue me. Luc. What a sleepe ? Asp. I, in a most sweet sleepe, bHsters o' youi' tongues for waking me. Anth. Thou forgettest thy selfe. Asp. I should not be a courtier els ; mee thought I was at a strange wedding. Anth. Prithee, what wedding ? AsjJ. Of a young lawyer and old Madam Con- science. Anth. I scarce beleeue that. Asj}. Nor I neither, because it was a dreame ; but mee thought the yong man doted on the old woman exceedingly. Anth. That was miraculous ! Did they Hve to- gether ? As}}. In the country they did, and agreed passing well all the long vacation ; and but for two things, he would haue carried her vp to the terme with him. A7it. What tilings were those ? Asp. One was, because her gowne was of the old fashion ; the other was, cause ho would not haue her by when he took fees. 10 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. Ant. His reason for that ? Asp. For feare if a bribe had bin offered, she being by, he shold haue had the bad conscience to take it. Anth. His "wife and he Kued together. Asp. Conscience and the lawyer, as loiiingly as men and their wiues do, one flesh, but neither media nor make one with another. Ant. Man and wdfe part, thats strange ! Asp. lord, sir, profit can part the sonle and the body, and why not man and wife ; now you have had my dreame, father, let me vnderstand yours. Antli. How can he dreame that neuer sleeps, my Sonne? Asp. O, best of all : why, your old world doth no- thing but dreame : your machiauell he dreames of state, deposing kings, grounding new monarchies: the louer hee dreames of kisses, amorous embraces : the newe-maiTied wrife dreames, that rid of her young husband she hugs her old loue, and likes her dreame well ynough too : the country gentlewoman dreams that when her first husband's dead, she marries a knight, and the name of Lady sticks so in her mind that shees neuer at hearts-ease till she get her hus- band dub'd ; the captaine, he di'eames of oppressing the souldiers, deuising stratages to keep his dreame, and that dreame wakes in the pate of Octauio your arch-enemy, who is not content to hurle vs into the HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. 11 wliii'lepoole of banishment, but binds waights at our heeles, leaden pouerty, to sinke vs to the very depth that we should nener rise againe. Her. Then since aU dreame, let vs dreame of reuenge. Asp. I, marry, sister, that were a dreame worth dreaming, and ile sleepe out my braines but ile com- passe it. Anth. Pretty content ; we kiU oui' foes in dreames. Asp. Vds foot, ile doe it waking then. Antli. Aspero. Asp. At counsell table. Anth. Heare me. Asp. In his dutches armes, twere base to go disguisd, No, my reuenge shall weare an open brow ; I will not play the coward, kill him first And send my challenge after ; Ue make knowne ' My name, and cause of comming, if I thought Griefe like a painter had so spoyl'd my visage He could not know me, on my breast ide write How ere I am disfigured through woe, I am the thing was made for Aspero. Speake not, I am as constant as the center ; Some fortune, good or bad, doth beckon me, And I wiU run, bitter reuenge tasts sweete : If nere on earth farewell, iu heauen wecle meete. Attendance, siiTa, your low commedie 12 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. Cranes but few actors, weele breake company, Anth. As many blessings as the sea hath sands l_Exit Attend thee in thine honorable iourney : cum Pucro Come, pretty maides, we haue not wrought to day, Or fish, or fast, our neede must needs obey. \_Exeunt. Enter Hi/ppolito, Francisco, Fhyiimell, and Page meeting them. Fr. Now, sirra, what haue you been about ? Page. About my huing, sir. Hip. Whats that ? feeding ? Pa. No, sh', looking into the vnderofficers about the court. Hip. Canst get any huing out of them ? Pa. I, sir, my betters get good liuings out of offi- cers, and why not I ? but to be plaine, I haue bin seeking your good lordship. Fr. But your boyship hath so sought vs, that wee haue found you. Page. Will you sell your findings, my lord ? Hip. They are scarce worth giuing. Flo. Tes, a boxe to keepe them in, for feare you loose them againe. Pa. And I were a man as I am no woman, id'e pepper your box for that ieast. Flo. You ieast. Pa. In earnest law I would, madam. Fr. Well, sir, no more, here comes oui' royall father. HUMOUR OUT OF BHEATH. 13 Enter Odmtio, Hortensio, Flamineo, etc. Oct. How now, my boyes ? prouided for your ioiii'ney ? Beauty conduct you : what, attyrd like shepheards ? I thouglit t'haue seene you mounted on your steeds, Whose fiery stomackes from their nostrills breath The smoke of courage, and whose wanton mouthes Do proudely play vjDon their yron bits : And you in stead of these poore weeds in robes. Richer then that which Ariadne wroughte, Or Cytharaes aery-mouing vestment. Thus should you seeme like louers suited thus, T'oude draw faire ladies harts into their eies. And stiTke the world dead with astonishment. Fr. Father, such cost doth passe your sons reuenues. We take example from immortall loue. Who, like a shepheard, would repaire to loue. Oct. And, gentle loue conduct you both, my sonnes ; Daughter, go bring them onward in their way. Were not we cald back by important busines, We would not leaue you thus : Hortensio, Is my disguise prepard, for I vnknowne Will see how they behaue themselues in loue. Hort. Tis done, my lord. Oct. Once more, my boyes, adieu : He sends you forth that meanes to follow you. [Exit. 14 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. Flo. Now, brothers, you must amongst these wenches, Faith, for a wager which shall get the fairest ? Fr. He gage a 100. crownes mine proues the fairest. Hip. A match. He venter twice so much of mine. Fh. And ile lay gainst you both, that both your loues, get them when you can, where you can, or how you can, shall not be able to compare with me in beauty. Fran. That wager ile take, for tis surely won. Hip. Las, thou art but a star to beauties sun. Flo. Star me no stars, go you and stare for loue, Ile stay at home, and with my homely beauty Purchase a loue, shall thinke my looks as faire. As those faire loues that you shall fetch so far ; But take your course, fate send you both faire lucke, Fr. How if 't be fowle ? Flo. Nay, iffc be forked, you must beare it off with head and shoulders. Fr. Oh stale, that icast runs otli' lees. Flo. You must consider tis drawne out of the bot- tome of my witte. Fr. shallow wit, at the bottome so soone. Flo. Deepe ynough to lay you in the mire. Page. Or els tis shallow indeede, for they are foundred already, but I must play dun, and draw them all out o'th mire. Whats a clock, my lord ? HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. 15 Flo. Which of them dost aske ? thou seest they are two. Pag. What two are they, madam ? Flo. Why two fooles. Fr. Is it not past two ? doth it not come somewhat neere three, sister ? Page. Shew perryall and tak't ; btit come, my lord, you haue stood fooHng long ynough, will you about your busines in good earnest ? Fra. Indeed we will. Flo. And they are deeds you must trust too, for women will respect your words but shtely without deeds. Page. Why are women called angells, but because they dehght in good deeds, and loue heauen, but that it will not be won without them ? Fr. They shall haue deeds. Flo. Brother, and good deeds too : They are tongues that men must speake with when they wo. Hij). That tongue weel practise; sister, to loue we leaue you. \_Exeunt hrothers. Flo. Louers, take heede least cunning loue deceiue you. \_Fxit with Page. Finis actus primi. 16 HUMOUTJ OUT OF BREATH. ACTVS SECVNDVS. Enter Octauio disguised, Hortensio, Flamineo. Oct. No more ; thus suted ile attend my sonnes. Impute it not to any ruffian vaine, But to a fathers wakefull prouidence. Louers like bees are priuiledgd to tast All buds of beauty ; should they chance to light Vpon some worthies weed Ue hinder it : The eies of youth will now and then dwell there Whereas they should not glance ; this doubt I feare. Fla. And well aduisd, my liege ; should they incline To loue not fitting their estates and births, You with your present counsell may preuent them. Oct. Thats my intent ; and further, in my absence I leaue my land and daughter to thy charge. The girle is wanton ; if she gad abroad Restraine her, bound her in hir chamber dore; My word's thy warrant, let her know so much : Farewell, at home I leaue my feare with thee, And follow doubt abroad. Hor. He carefoll be. [Exeunt. Oct. Now to my busines ; I haue a strange habit, and I must cut out an humour sutable to it, and humours are pickt so neere the bone, a man can scarce get humour ynough to giue a flea his breakfast : but I nUMOUR OUT OF BEEATIT. 17 am a stale ruffian, my habit is braue, and so shall my humor be, and here comes one to giue me earnest of it. Enter Aspero and his hoy. Asp. Send him a letter that I come to kill him. Boy. Twere great valor, but little poUicy, my lord. Asp. How long haue you bin a matchiauihan, boy ? Boy. Euer since I practisd to play the knaue, ray lord. Asp. Then poHcy and knauery are somewhat a kin. Boy. As neere as penury and gentry, a degree and half remou'de, no more. Asp. How came in the kindred twixt gentry and penury ? Oct. Shall I teU you, sir ? Asp. First, tell me what thou art ? Oct. Lyme and haire ; playster of Paris, kneaded together with rye dowe and goats miLke ; I am of a hot constitution, wonnot freeze. Asp. Thy profession. Oct. A foole or a knaue, choose you which. Boy. Then thou art fit for any gentlemans com- pany. Oct. True, boye, for your sweete foole and your fine knaue are like a paire of vpright shooes, that gentle- men weare so long, now of one foote, then of another, till they leaue them neuer a good soale. C 18 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. Asp. That makes your foole and your knaue haue such bad soales ; but what dost thou seeke ? Oct. Mine owne vndoing, sir, — seruice. As2J. Indeed seruice is Hke the common law, it vndoes any one that followes it long. Canst describe seruice ? Oct. Yes, tis a vacant place, fild vp with a compleate knaue, a miserable pandar, or an absolute beggar, As}}. Tour opinion, boy ? Boy. I say a seruingman is an antecedent. Oct. Because he sits before a cloakebag. Boy. He is Hkewise a nominatiue case, and goes before his mistrisse. Oct. Thats when the verbe he goes before, liis mistrisse, and he can agree togither. Boy. If not, he tumes accusatiuc and followes his master. Asjh Woot foUow me, fellow ? Oct. To a taueme, and thou woot pay for my ordenary. Asj). My businesse is more senous, thou dost not know me. Oct. Nor my selfc neither, so long as I haue main- tenance. Asj). Didst ncuer heare of the wars betwixt Venice and Mantua ? Oct. I cut some few of the Mautuans throatcs. HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. 10 Asp. And wert not a Icnauc for't? Oct. No, I was a Venetian commander, a great man. The reason of tliis question ? AsjJ. Dost know the Duke of Venice ? Oct. I am his right hand. AsjJ. Woot do me a message to him ? Oct. Whatis't? Asp. Tell him I hate him; my name's Aspero; has banisht my father, vsurps his dukedome, and I come to be reuengd. Oct. Anthonioes sonne ? vesfoot, hast any gold ? A^y. Thy reason ? Oct. Shalt be reuengd. Giue me money, ile be thy snaile and score out a siluer path to his confusion. Asp. No, my reuenge shall be like my fathers wrongs, in aperto : lend me any honest aide. Oct. Pax of honesty, it goes a begging vpon crutches ; and can get reHefe out of few but schoUers. I shall not kill him ? Asp. Ide be thy death first. Oct. Yet, you say you hate him. Asp. Equall with my shame. Oct. Make him chew a bullet then. Asp. No, though my state with pouertyTie tainted, Mine acts and honor shall liue stiU acquainted. Oct. True moulded honor : I admire the temper Of thy mild patience; that not all the wrongs c2 20 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. I layd vpon thee can enforce thy spleene To fowle requitall : had thy comming tane Any base leuell, it had cost thy hfe ; But beeing free, and full of honoru', Hue .; Thy vertu.es teach me honor; freely goe, A secret friends worse then an open foe. You are too honest for my attendance ; farewell, sir. Asj). And thou too knauish for my employment. BiTt here comes more company. JEnter Florvmell and Page. Flo. Boy, let your attendance waite further of, Vnder this shade I meane to take a sleepe. Pa. And may you, madam, like a souldier sleepe. Flo. How, boy, in alarums ? Pacj. No, ladye, but in armes, and you had neede of them too; for see the enemy comes downe. Shall I sound a parlee ? Flo. Peace, wag. Pa. Peace! coward, offer peace and but two to two of them. Flo. Boy, dost know what gentleman it is ? Pa. Gentle madam, no ; but he is a man. Flo. Beleeue me, boy, he is a proper man. Pa. Man is a proper name to a man, and so he may be a proper man. Flo. I loue liim, liccs a very proper man. HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. 21 Pa. She loues him for his properties, and indeede many women lone men only to make properties of them. Flo. Pray, gentleman, if no more, tell me where you were bom. Asp. Faire virgine, if so much, no where, some where, any where, where you would haue me. Flo. Faith, I would haue it. Asp. Marry, and you shall haue it, ladie. Flo. What shall I haue, sir ? Asp. Why, a kisse. Flo. Nothing els : we courtiers count them trifles, not woorth takiug. Asp. Why then, bestow one of mee ; ile take it most thankfully. Flo. I wil not stand with you for a trifle, sir ; pray where were you borne ? Asp. In Italy, but neuer yet in Venice. Flo. Tou may in Venice ; gentle sir, adieu. [Exit. Asp. Gentle lady, thrice as much to you. Pa. Farewell, sweet heart. [Exit. Boy. God a mercy, bagpudding. Asp. You may iu Venice ; gentle sir, adieu, Tliis begets wonder. Boij. Tare not wise then; what do you take her for? Asp. Some great woman. 22 HUMOUK OUT OF BREATH. Boy. Some woman great with child. Be ruld ; shees a pynk. Board her. As2}. But how ? the meanes. Boy. Make but a shotte of flattery at hir broad side, and sheelc strike saile presently. AsjJ. Flattery? Boy. I, flattery ; women are like fidlers ; speake them faire theile play of any instrument. Asp. I, that they can play of. Boy. Shees a botcher cannot play a Kttle of all. As2J. And to common that wil play too much of any ; but come, ile vse meanes to get her. Boy. Nay, you must first hauc meanes to giue her. Asp. Wliy, in the course of schollership the gcni- tiue case goes before the datiue. Boy. The grammarians are fooles that plac'de them so; for in Berum Natura the datiue goes before the genetiuc ; you must alwayes giue before you can get ; louers are fooles, and fooles must be liberall. Asp. Will not women respect a man for his good parts? Boy. Yes, some few ; but all for his good guiftes. A gentleman with his good guiffcs sit at the vpper end of the table on a chayre and a cushion, when a scholler with his good partes will be gladde of a ioynd stoolc in the lobby with the chambermaids. As2). I will haue good guifts and shew my sclfe liberall to, though I beg for't. HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. 23 Boy. I thiake that will be the end ; for penury has tane a lease of your pocket to keep court in this Christmasse. Asp. WeU, how so ere, shoe's faire and courteous, And courteous faire is a faire guift in ladies : She may bee well discended ; if shee be, Shoe's fit for loue, and why not then for me. [Exeunt. Boy. And you be not fitted in Venice tis straunge, for tis counted the best flesh-shambles in Italie : but heer's no notable coward, that hauing sufiered wrong by a man, seeks to right him self e of a woman. [Exit. Enter Hippolito Francisco, UJce shepJieards, Octauio in discjuise. Oct. Looke you, sir, I am like an Irish beggar, and an EngHsh bur, will sticke close where I findc a good nap ; I must and will dwell with you. Ft. What canst do ? Oct. Stm Aquauitce, stampe crabs, and make mus- tard ; I can do as much as aU the men you keepe. Fra. Prithee, what ? ' Oct. Why vndo you, and twenty could do no more. But busines ; come, my wits grow rusty for imployment. Fr. Canst keepe counsell ? Oct. My mother was a midwife. Hip. Hast any skill in loue ? Oct. I am one of Cupids agents; haue Oivids Ars 24 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. Amancli ad vngues ; know causam, and can apply remedmm, and minister effechom to a haire. But why do you aske ? haue you trauerst an action in loues spirit- ual! court ? Fra. Not to dissemble, we haue. Oct And without dissembling, youle neuer come out of it ; but tell me true, are you in loue ah-cady ? or haue you but desire to bee in loue ? F7'a. Indeed I am in loue to be in loue. jff/jj/ And I desire to Hue in fond desire, And yet I doubt to touch blind fancies fier. Oct. Tis good to doubt, but tis not good to feare. Yet still to doubt will at the last prone feare ; Doubt loue, tis good, but tis not good to feare it, Loue hnrts them most, that least of all come neerc it. Ft. Then to doubt loue is the next way to loue. Oct. Doubtles it is, if you misdoubt not loue. Hip. Doubt and misdoubt, what difference is there here ? Oct. Yes, much : when men misdoubt, tis sayd they feare. Fra. But is it good in loue to be in doubt ? Oct. No, not in loue, doubt then is iealousie : Tis good to doubt before you be in loue ; Doubt counsells how to shun loues misery. Fra. Your doubtfull counsell counsells vs to loue. Oct. To equall loue, I like experience speakc. HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. 25 nil). Experiencd loner, you haue spoken well. Oct. Experience wanting loners, truth I teU, Yong wits be wise, in lone Hue constant still, You need nor doubt good hap, nor misdoubt ill. Enter Lucida and Hermenia with angles And see, your discourse has coniured vp beauty in the likenesse of two countrimaides, but you shall not come in the circles of their armes, if I can keepe you out. Fra. These are too meane for loue; brother, lets leaue them. Oct. What, speechles ? will you make dumbe virgins of them ? Hip. Oh, we are sonnes of a great father. Oct. So is the sun of heauen, yet hee smiles on the bramble as well as the lilly; kisses the cheeke of a beggar as louingly as a gentlewoman, and tis good to imitate liim, tis good. Her. Say, sister, had we not fine sport to day ? Liic. We had, if death may be accounted play. Her. Why, tis accounted pleasure to kUl fish. Imc. a pleasure nothing pleasant to the fish. Her. Yet fishes were created to be kild. Imc. Cruell creation then, to haue lines spild. Her. Their bodies being food, maintaine our breath. Liic. What bodies then haue we, to Hue by death ? Her. Come, come, you vainely argue; it is good. Luc. What, is it good to kiU ? oh God, oh God. 26 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. Her. If it bo sin, then you your self's a sinner. Img. I tliank proud fortune fort, my woes beginner. Oct. Foot, are yee not ashamd to stand by like idle ciphers, and such places of account voyde ? and they had bin rich offices, and you poore courtiers, you would haue bin in them in halfe the time. Fra. Though against stomack.— Oct. Nothing against stomack, and you loue me. Hip. Faire maids, if so you be, you are well met. Her. Shepheards, or be what els you are, well met. Fra. Tis weU, if that well met we be to you. Idle. If not to vs, you are vnto your selues. Hip. We did not meet, you saw vs come togither. Her. What ere we saw, you met ere you came hither. Fr. We did, we met in kindred, we are brothers. Imc. So, shepheai'ds, we did meet, for we are sisters. Hip. Then, sisters, let vs brothers husbands be. Her. So, brothers, without our leaues you well may Fr. Say, we desire to husband it with you. [be. Imc. Know we desire no husbands such as you. Hip. A shepheard is an honest trade of life. Her. Yet honest shepheard has with honest trade some strife. Hip. He seldome sweares but by his honesty. Her. So honest men do too aswcll as he. Fr. But wiU you trust a shepheard when ho vowcs ? HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. 27 Imc. No, neuer ; if his oath be that he loues, Ilij). Yet if I sweare, that needs must be mine oath. Her. Sweare not, for we are misbeleeuers both, Fr. Let vs perswade you to beleeue we lone you. Imc. First, we intreat you giue vs time to prone you. Hvp. Take time, meane time weele praise yee to our powers. IIgt. Oh time, sometime shepheards haue idle howers. Fra. He say thy cheek no natnrall beauty lacks. Luc. Good, if it had bin spoke behind our backs. Hip. He say this is the heauen of heauenly graces. Ker. O heauen, how they can flatters to our faces. [Fxeunt. Fr. Brother, the last is fayrest in my eie. Eii). I, but the first, brother, is first in beauty. Fr. First in your choice, but not in beauty, sir. Oct. Come yee so neere as choice : then tis time for mee to stop, for feare the musick run too far out of tune. How now, gallants, in dumps ? Fr. No, but in loue. Oct. Thats a dumpe, loues nothing but an ItaUau dumpe or a French brawle. Hi/p. Me thinkes tis sweeter musicke. Oct. And twere in tune, I confesse it; but you take your parts too low, you arc trcbble corn-tiers, and will neuer agree with these country mynnikins; the musickes too base, neuer meddle in't. 28 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH, Fra. Peace, doatarcl, peace ; thy fight of loue is Thou canst not see the glory of loues sunne : [done, Spent age with frosty clowds thy sight doth dim, That thou art bhnd to see, and apt to sin. Oct. Is it accounted sin to speak the truth ? Hi]). And worse, when age spits poyson against youth. Oct. They do not fit your callings ; let them go. Fr. Yet they arefaii'e. We loue; thou art loues foe. Oct. I am your friend, and wish you from this loue. Hip. Canst thou heaue hills ? then thou my thoughts maist moue. But neuer els. Oct. Neuer ? Fr. No, neuer. Oct. Stay. Hvp. We are bound for loue. Oct. Hate. Fra. Hinder not our way. [Fxeunt hrothers. Oct. I, boyes ; will eagles eglets tume to bastards ? Then must I change my vaine, and once more proue, To teach you how to hate asweU as loue. [_Exit. Finis Actm Secuudi. HUMOUR OUT OF BKEATH, 29 ACTVS TERTIVS. Enter Page and Florimell. Pa. Sweet hony candy madam, if it be no forfeit to tell tales ont of Cupids free sclioole, tell what proficient your loner Aspero prones ? Flo. Now, so loue lielpe me loe, a passing weake one and verye vnready. Pag. The better, for women would liaue tlieir louers vnreadye to choose. Flo. How ready you are to play the knaue ! But to Aspero. Pa. I do not thinke but thers good musick in him ; your tongue harps so much vpon his name. Flo. I shall neuer forget him. Pa. I faith, lady, then I know what I know. Flo. What do you know, I pray ? Pa. Marry, that if you neuer forget him, you shall euer remember him. Was he neuer in your chamber ? Flo. Yes, but he shewed himselfe the strangest foole. And by my troth, loe, I am sorry for't too. I had as good an appetite to maintaine discourse. — But here a comes. If euer I choose a man by the fulnesse of his calfe, or a cock by the croAving — Looke, and the bash- full foole do not blush already. Pa. You may do well to kisse him, and make him bold, madam. 80 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. Pa. Boy, go know what strange gentleman that is ? Asp. Slid, what a strange lady's this? Madam, though I seeme a stranger to you, I lay with one last night that's well acquainted with you. Flo. Acquainted with me ? Asp. And knowes you, and loues you, and you loue him, and haue bestowed kind fauours of him to. Fh. I bestow fauors ! What fauours ? Asp. Though twere but a trifle, he tooke it as kindly as some would haue done a kisse. Flo. Lord, what a while this iest has bin a brooding ! and it proues but addle, too, now it is hatched. Asp. Tis a pig of your owne sow, madam ; and I hope your wit will bestow the nursing of it. Flo. So it had need, I thinke ; tis Hke to haue but a drio nurse of yours. Pa. 0, drie least ! all the wit in your head will scarce make sippits in't. Wliat, a ground, and such a faire landing place ? get a shore, or be rankt amongst fooles for euer. Flo. And faith, ist not pitty such a proper man should keepe company with a foole. Asp. I keepe company with none but you, lady. Flo. You keepe mine against my will. Asp. So do I the fooles, I protest ; but take aw Enter Odaicio ami tvhisper ivith Antonio. Hip. Rather a cell, Where pleasure growes, and none but angels dwell. Fra. To what compare shall I compare thee to ? Vncomparable beauties paragon ! Hip. I will compare her beauty to the sunne, For her bright lustre giues the morning Hght. Fr. He say she is hke Cynthia when day's done, Or lady to the mistrisse of the night. Hip. O speake but to me, and I shall be blest. Ft. One smile would lay my iarring thoughts at rest. Enter Hermia. Her. How now, faire sister ? you are hard beset. Hi}). Nymph. Fr. Goddesse. Hip. Saynt, once more, y'are both well met. Fra. O she is faire. Hip. She fairer. Fra. Both more faire Then rocks of pearle, or the chast euening ayre. Hip. Say, sweet, intend you not to fish to day ? Her. No, shepheards, now fish do not bite but play. Fr. What time, sweet loue, keepe fishes when they Luc. Early ith' morning, or els late at night, [bite ? Hip. Come, will you talke withme till time of fishing ? Her. My father, sir, will chide if I be missing. Oct. The match is made, th'are euen vpon going. 40 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. Ant. What should we do ? Oct. Wlij, as poore parents and dntifiill sernants should doe, run amongst the bushes and catch flies. Aoit. Stay, forward daughters, whether are yee going? Her. Father, I thinke these shepheards come a wooing. Ant. A wooing, daughters ? nere imagine so : What man's so mad to marry griefe and woe ? Fra. Why, where hues sad griefe ? heer's all speak- ing ioy. Hip. 0, I would Hue and die with such annoy. A7it. But they are poore, and pouerty is despisde. Hip. No, they are faire, beauty is highly prizde. Oct. Twill be a match, they are beating the price already. [changd them ; A7if. They once were faire, sorrow from that hath They once knew wealth, but chance hath much es- trangd them. Fra. Haue they bin faire ? what fayrer then they are ? Why tis not possible, this heauenly faire Hath only in it selfe beauties exceed, then rich, fayre, and onely selues exceed, [please. Ant. Come, daughters, and come, shepheards, if you Be leade you to the lodge of httle ease, Wliere I will feast you with what cheere I may, Griefe shall turne mirth, and keepe high holKday. [Exit cum. flioMis. HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. 41 Tlie brothers (joing out, Odauio states them. Oct. A word with you ; you meane to many these wenches ? Ambo. We doe, Oct. And are going to contract your selues ? Amho. We are. Hij). And what say you to this ? Oct. God speede you : I would haue you marry on Saint Lukes day. Fr. Why? Oct. Because I would offer at your wedding. Fr. Come, th'art all enuy, feed vpon thy hate, This day our quest of loue shall terminate. \_Exeu7it ; manet Octauio. Oct. Not if I Hue ; this maladie of loue Is grown so strong, it will not be driuen out. To see the foUy of a doating father; What toyle I had to fashion them to loue. And how tis doubled to misfashion them. They shall not wed, yet how shall I preuent it ? Fearing th'euent, I haue forethought a meanes, And here it Kes ; swaggering becorues not age ; Now like the fox, ile goe a pilgrimage. FrolHck, my boyes, I come to mar your sport ; Your country musicke must not play at coui-t. But first, ile write back to Hortensio For apprehension of yong Aspero : 42 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. They liaue not yet dynde, ile bid my selfe their guest : ReKgion beg ? a fasliion in request. IjExU. Enter Aspero and his hoy. Asp. Art sure she hates me, boy ? Boij. More then hir death. I haue bin in hir bosome, sir ; and this day she intends your execution. Asp. My execution ! the reason of hir hate ? Boij. Hir humour ; nothing but a kind of strange crosse humor in that you reiected hir loue. Asp. Thats not capitall. Boij. Not to crosse a great ones humour ? no trea- son more : great personages humours are puritanes ; thei'l as hue indure the diuel as soon as a crosse ; and can away with him better. Asp. I will submit, aske pardon on my knee. Boy. Is your proud humour come downe ifaith ; your high humor that would not stoop an ynch of the knees ? ilo help't vp againe, and't be but to A^hold the ieast. I must bi'ing her as low ere I haue done. O base, I woulde rather lay my necke vnder the axe of her hate, then my sporte vnder the feete of hir humor; but be counseUd, Ue teach you to preuentboth; and perchance, make her vpstart humour stoops gallant, too. Asp. Ile hold thee my best iewcll, and thou dost. Boy. And pawne me as poore lords do their icwelLs, HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. 43 too, will you not? receiue me, yon shall counterfet your selfe dead. Asj^). The life of that least ? Boi/. It may be, she dissembles all this wliile ; loues you, and puts on this shew of hate of pui-pose to humble you : she may, and I beleeue— — Asj). What? Boy. That most intelligencers are knaues, and some women dissemblers ; being thought dead (as let me alone to buz that into the credulous eare of the court) if she haue any sparkes of loue, theil kindle and flame bright tlirough the cinders of her hart. As}}. Knot? Boy. If not, twill be a meanes for your escape : ile say you requested, at your death, to be buried at your natiue citty ; and what courtier, if a cliristian, can deny that ? AsjJ. I am all thine, my humour's thy patient. Boy. And if I do not kill it, I am not worthy to bo your physitian. [Exeunl. Enter Florimell and lur Page. Pa. I mary, lady ; why, now you credit your sex ? a womans honor or humom' should be like a ship vnder saile ; split her keele ere she vaile. \_EntcrBoy. Flo. Ile split my heart, ere my humor strike saile. Here comes Ms Page. How now, boy? how doth your master ? 44 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. Boy. Well, madam, he. Flo. WeU? JBoy. Very well. Flo. Where is he ? Boy. Where none of your proude sex will euer come, I thiake : in lieanen. Flo. Is he dead ? Boy. See madam ; and seeing blush ; and blushing shame, that your vngentle humor should be the death of so good and generous a spirit. [^Discouer As^ero lying on a table, seeming dead. Flo. My Aspero dead ! Boy. See, madam, what a mutation. Flo. I see too much ; and curse my proude humour that was the cause of it. Aspero, kinde soule ; proud sullen Florimell; disdainefull hiunor, that in one minute hast eternally vndone me : I would not kisse the Huing substance, that being dead, doate on thy pictm-e. I lou'd thee euer with my soule. let me kisse this shrowd of beauty. I would not accept thee liuing ; that being dead, on my knees adore thee ; could kisses recouer thee, I would dwell on thy hps ; kneele till my knees grew to the ground, deere, gentle Aspero. She that procurde thy death, will die with thee ; And craue no heauen, but still to lie with thee. [As2)ero starts vp. HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. 45 Asp. I take you at your word, lady. Nay, neuer recant, I haue Avitnes on't now; is your proude humor come downe ? could you not liaue said so at first, and sau'd me a labour of dying ? Flo. Lines Aspero ? Asp. Line quotha ? sfoot, what man would bee so mad to lye in his colde gTaue alone, and may lie in a warme bed with such a beautifiill wife as this will be ? haue I tane your humour napping yfaith ? Flo. Am I ore reacht ? Asp. In your humour, madam, nothing els ; and I am as proude on't. Flo. Do not flowt me ; and you doe, I shall grow into my humour againe. Asp. In least ? Flo. In earnest I shall, and then I know what I know. Asp. You may ; but and you do, I shall die againe. Flo. In least? Asp. Nay, in earnest, madam, and then . Flo. No more ; thou hast driuen mee cleane out of conceite with my humor. I loue thee, I confesse it : shalt be my husband, ile Hue with thee ; thou art my life, and ile die with thee. What more I meane is coated in my looke, If thou acceptst it, sweare. Asp. I kisse the booke. 46 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. Flo. Boy, run to the master of my giindelo, and will him attend m.e after supper at the garden staires ; I meane to take the euening ayi'e, tell him. Pa. It shall he done, madam. \_E.eit. Flo. Nay, if I say the word, it shall be done Aspero. Boij. Look to your selfe, my lord ; I lay my life, my lady means to steale you away to night. Asp. Away ? ile call Hortensio, ile not be accessary to your fellony, madam. Enter Hortensio, and his man Assistance, luitlt a letter. Flo. The foole comes without calling. Ass. You shall know him by these signes. Hart. Good figure, very good figure ; for as the house is found out by the signe, so must this traytor be sented out by the token ; vp with the first signe, good Assistance. Ass. A proper man without a beard. Hot. How, a proper man without a beard ? we shall scarce finde that signe in all Venice : for the propernesse of a man Hues altogether in the fashion of liis beard ; good Assistance, the next. Ass. Faire spoken and well conditioned. FLort. More straunge : you shall haue many proper men fayre spoken, but not one amongst twenty well condicioned: but soft ; tliis should be the house, by the signe ; I must pick it out of him by wit. HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. 47 Flo. As good say steale, my lord ; what mary-bone of witte is your iudgement going to pick now ? Hort. I must, like a wise iustice of peace, picke treason out of tliis fellow. Flo. Treason? Hort. I, treason, madam ; know you tliis hand ? FJo. My roiall fathers. Hor. Then, whilst you and your fathers letters talke togither, let me examine this fellow : are you a proper man without a beard ? Asjo. My propernes, sir, contents me : for my beard, indeed that was bitten the last great frost, and so were a number of justices of peace besides. Hort. Tis rumourd about the court that your name is Aspero. J.SJJ. I am call'd Aspero. Hor. Sonne to the duke of Mantua that was ? Asjj. The duke of Mantuaes sonne that is. Hort. Then the duke of Mantua has a traytor to his Sonne ; lay hands of him, and to close prison with him. Flo. Can he be closer then in my custody ? Hort. I do not thinke so, madam ; but your father has imposde the trust vpon me. Flo. And dare not you trust mee ? Hor. With my head, if you were my wife ; but not with my profit, if you were my mother : will you along, sir r* 48 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. AsjJ. With all my heart, sir; see what your hu- mour's com.e to now : go, my lord ? as wilhngly as a slaue from, the gaUies : for as I shaU haue a stronger prison, so I shall bee sure of a kinder and a "wdser iaylor. Flo. Do you obserue how he flowts you, my lord ? That I had bin his keeper but one night longer : but keepe him close, if he escape (though against thy will) as I am a mayd,— Hort. A maide against your will. Flo. — shalt pay as deere for't as thou didst for thy office. Hort. If he scape, hang me. \_Exit and As. with Aspero. Flo. I shall wish thee hangd, if he do not : treason ! I may thanke my peeuish humor fort. Enter Page. Page. Madam, the gundelo is ready. Flo. Thou bringst physicke when the patient's dead, boy : our least's tumd earnest. Pa. Is a dead in earnest ? Flo. As good, or rather worse ; hee's buried quick. Pa. madam, many a good thing has bin buried quick and suruiu'd againe ; I would bee buried quicke my selfe, and I might choose my graue. Flo. Hee's buried in close prison, boy ; hee's HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. 49 knowne foi^ the duke of Mantuaes sonne, and by my fathers letter attached for a traytor. Pa. Good gentleman, and I be not sorrie for him : who is his keeper ? Flo. The testie asse Hortensio. Pa. Vdsfoot, lets enlarge him. Fin. Not possible, boy. Pa. Not possible ? tis : weele cousen his keeper. Flo. We cannot. Pa. Cannot ! we can : yonr father made a lord of him ; but be rul'd by me, his daughter shall make a foole of him. You are not the first woman has made a foole of a wiser lord then he is. Flo. Shall he be cousend ? Pa. As palpably as at the lotterie. My brains are in labour of the stratagem alreadie. [Exeunt. Flnh Adas Tertli. ACTVS QVARTVS. Filter Avfhonin, Framci^co, HippoUto, Hermia, Litcida, and Octa,uio diftgiiisd. Anth. Sons of Octauio, if your princely thoughts Can stoope to such meane beauty, from this hand Receiue your wiues ; but should the duke your father — Fr. Feare not, old man, he was the meanes that breath'd this spirit into vs. k 50 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. Hij). Wood vs to this course. But should lie proue apostata, denie Loue whicli he first enforcd vs to profes, So firme are our inseparate affections, To winne our loues weed loose the names of sonnes. Oct. Your father thanks you ; but, hot-sprighted Take counsell from experience, ere yee tie [youthes, The gordian knot wliich none but heauen can loose. Craue his consent : when an imperiall hand Shakes a weake shed, the building cannot stand. Fr. Not stand ? it shall : not loue himselfe can mine the ground- worke of our loue. Oct. Not loue ! Hip. Not loue, Should a speak thunder ; then go boldly on, Our loue admits no separation. Oct. Then to mine office : in the sighte of heauen your loue is chast. Fra. ■) (■ As innocence white soule. Hip. j Oct. And yours. Herm. f > And ours. Lucid. \ Oct. Then lend me all your hands, Whilst thus a fathers tongue forbids the bands. [Biscouers himselfe. Forgctfull boyes ! but most audacious traytor, HUMOUK OUT OF BREATH. 51 That durst in thought consent to wrong- tliy prince, Out of my sight ; no land that calls me lord Shall beare a waight so hatefull as thy selfe : Liue euer banishd. If (three dales expirde) Thou or these liistfnll strumpets — Hip. Father. Oct. Boyes, If you be mine, show't in obedience : If (three dales past) you liue within my dukedome, Thee as a slaue He doome vnto the gallies, And these thy brats as common prostitutes Shall drie their lustfull veynes in the Burdello. Come, boyes, to court ; he that first gaue you lines, Will to your births prouide you equall wlues. Fr. They haue our loues. Hip. Our oathes. Fr. Our hearts and hands. Oct. Tut, loners othes, like toyes writ down in sands, Are soone blowne ore ; contracts are common wdes T'intangle fooles ; loue himselfe sits and smiles At loners perluries. Bawd, strumpets hence, My bosome's chargde, glue way to violence : Come, doe not mind them. [Exeunt Anth. and Im daughters. Fran. How ? not minde them, father ? When in yom' court you courted vs to lone. You red another lecture : women then Were angells. ^ - 52 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. Oct. True, but that was before angells Had power to make thera diuells ; they were then Fiends to themselues, and angells vnto men. "When vpon Po thou find'st a cole-black swan, Th'ast found a woman constant to a man. Fr. And not afore ? Oct. Xeuer afore. Sip. Your tongue Vnspeaks your former speech. Oct. It doth ; new theames Must haue new change of rhetoriqiie ; all streames Flow not alike one way ; when I spake like a louer, It was to breake you from your souldiers humour ; Hauing made you louers, I, Hke enuy, speak To make you hate loue ; art still striues to breake Bad to make better. Brothers. You haue your wish. Oct. Then onward to the court, Make vs of loue as schoole-boyes do of sport. [Exeunt. Enter Flmimsll and her Page. Flo. Call out the iaylor, boy, — yet doe not ; hast got a beard like Hortensio ? Page. Yes, madam, I haue got his hayre ; if I coulde come as easily by his wit. Flo. WouMst rob him of liis wit? nmiouR OUT of breath. 63 Pa. If I sholcl, he could not liang me for't : tis not wortli tMrteen pence halfe penny. But what shall I with it ? Flo. Put it on, boy. Pa. That shall I, madam. O forward age, I am a man already : how do you like me, lady ? Flo. Very ill, and my plot worse. Pa. Then leaue't of. If you be grounded in the plot, you win but marre the comedy. Flo. I purposde, thou, in the habit of Hortensio, shouldst vnder pretence of remouing Aspero to a new prison, haue freed him out of the old one. Pa. Tut, I can tell you a trick worth two of that ; madam, your eare, take some care in the managing, and let me alone to prepare it. [Exeunt. Enter Aspero and his Boy. Boy. Vdsfoot, breake prison, my lorde, tis but swimming the riuer. AsiJ. Breake prison ? twere both dishonour to my name, and treason to my loue ; what benefit wer't for me to free my body, and leaue my heart in bondage ? ile die, ere Ue harbour a disloyaU thought. Pa. It beares no reUish of disloyaltie : being in prison you Hue as far from loue as Hberty: being abroad, you may by letters, or a thousand meanes, purchase hir company, and compasse your content. 54 HUMOUR OUT OP BREATH. A-qj. Shalt be my lawyer, boy, and counsell mc. Boy. He looke for my fee, then. As]). If thy counsell prospers. Boy. Thats an exception lawyers neuer respect ; but come, my lord, leape ; as we haue risen togither, weele fall togither. Enter Hort., Florimell and Page. Asp. Blame me not, loue. Boy. Vdsfoot, your iaylor, my lord. Asp. Am I preuented ? Boy. Yes faith, there had bin a counsellors fee cast away now. Hort. You haue heard his vsage, lady, scene his lodging, and if it please you, you both may and shall confer with him. Flo. Prithee call him. Boy. My lord, your keeper hath brought a lady or two to see you. Asp. To see me ? why, am I turnd monster ? doth he take money to shew me ? what doth a take a peece, troe ? Flo. Why, how now, gallant, not gone yet ? Asp. Not, I thanke you, lady, and yet I was neer't. Hort. How do you, man ? Asj). Musty for want of ayring. Fin. Wccle haue you hangd out i'thc hvah. ayre one of these mornings. HUMOUK OUT OF BREATH. 55 Anp. Toud be glad to take me in, then, Flo. Yes, when you had hangd abroad a little : but my lorde Hortensio (for I think I must be your lady when all's done), what sport? I would be merry a purpose to make him mad ; the room's priuate and fit for any exercise. Pa. Vdsfoot to her, can a woman offer fairer for't ? Hort. Why, shall we go to span-counter, madam ? Pa. To span-counter ; best ask her, and sheele go to coits. Flo. No, I loue some stirring exercise ; my body's condiciond hke the sun, it would neuer be out of motion. Hot. I hau't, yfaith ; when I was student in Padua, we vsde a most ingenious pastime. Flo. The name, my lord ? Eort. I cannot giue it a name equall to the merit. Tis vulgarly calld Blindmans buffe. Pa. Blind mans buffe ? ha, ha, ha ! Eort. Do you laugh at it ? Flo. At the happines of your wit, my lord, that you shoulde hit vpon that sport, which of all other I delight in. Eor. Wm you heare an apology I made in the commendation of it ? Flo. Weele haue the tiling it selfe first ; and as we 56 HUMOUR OUT OF BEEATH. like that, weel heare youi" apologie aftei- : avIio shall be hud-winckt first ? Pa. Who, but the author ? Hort. I, I, none shall be blind but I ; helpe of with my gown, boy. Pa. What shall we haue to blind him? Flo. My scarfe. Take my scarfe, my lord. Pa. There's a simple fauour for you. Hort. And most fit, for indeed nothing blinds loners sooner then ladies fauoui's. But who shall blind me ? Flo. Mary, that will I, my lord ; let me alone to bHnd you. Hmi. Good againe ; for who should bhnd men but beautious women ? Come, sweet madam. Flo. But how if you take me ? as I know that will be your ay me. Hort. K I take you prisoner, madam, you must either bee hudwinckt your selfe, or giue your conqueror a kisse for your ransome. Flo. An easie ransome : ile not be prisoner long, if a kisse will enlarge me. Pa. Lord, what scambling shift has he made for a kisse, and cannot get it neither ; a little higher, so, so, so ; are you blind, my loi'd ? Hort. As a purbhnd poet : haue amongst you, blind harpers. Flv. Mc thinks he looks for all the world like God Cupid. HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. 57 Pa. Take heed of Ids dart, madam, he comes vpou you. Flo. He cannot come to fast. I am taken prisoner. Hort. Your ransome's but a kisse. Flo. Is that your law of armes ? Hort. Yes, madam ; but ile take it on your lips. Flo. My lips, Hke faithfull treasurers, shall see it discharged. Hort. And here are my honest receiuers to take it. [T/ie Page puts Ms pantojle to Ids lips ; he kisses it. Flo. Am I freed now ? Plort. As if you had seru'd seauen yeare fov't : sweete kisse, rare Hppe. Pa. Has she not a sweet breath, my lord ? Hort. As perfume. Pa. And a soft lip ? Hort. And smooth as veluet; I could scarce discerne it from veluet : ide pawne my office for the feUow on't, madam. Pa. Here. Flo. Here, Aspero, on with this beard and gowne : I thinke hee foUowes me by the sent. His hat, so : a narrow misse yfaith, my lord ! Hort. Gone, madam ? Flo. Euen vpon going. One of you counterfet my my voice. There, I deceiud you, my lord. Hort. Haue you decciu'd me, madam ? 58 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. Flo. Not yet, but I will and you look not the better too't. Busie him till you thinke we are out of the court, and then followe vs : you shall find vs at the south port. Now or neuer, my lord. Hort. Why then twill neuer be, lady. Boy. Here. Hor. Where ? Boy. Here. Hort. Scapt againe ? Pa. Shee's scapt indeed, my lord ; you may cast your cap after her, for I see you can do no other good vpon hir. Hort. What, haue I catchd you ? Pa. Kisse her and let her goe. Hort. Kings truce tUl I breath a Httle. Pa. And you had neede so, for I thinke you are almost out of breath ; if you be not, you shall be, and thats as good ; but breathe and spare not. Enter Aspero, like Hortetisio, Florimell, a/nd Assistance, on the vpper stage. Asp. Did you euer conuerse with a more straunger dissolute, madam ? Flo. Peremptory iacke, iaylor, as you respect your office, lay speciall watch that none of what degree soeuer haue accesse to him. Aq). Without me r* HUMOL'i; OUT OF BKEATH. 59 AiSd. Or yoiu" signet. AsjJ. Signet mee no signets ; your goldsmiths shop is like your swans neast, has a whole brood of signets, and all of a feather ; and amongst many, one may be like another. Let none enter vpon the stage where Aspero playes the madam, without Hortensio. Ass. Is he mad, my lord ? Asp. As the lord that gaue all to his followers, and beg'd more for himselfe. Flo. If he call for me, tell him I scome him. Asp. If he counterfet my voice (as mad fellowes will counterfet gTeat mens hands, and theii' tongues too) rate him for't, threaten him with the whip. Flo. But come not at him. Asp. If he call for meate, promise him faire. Flo. But giue him none. Ass. If for Hght ? Flo. He-anay fire the house, let him hauc none. Asp. If he chafe, laugh. Flo. If he rayle, sing. Asj). If he speake fayre, flowt him. Flo. Do anything to vexe him. Asp. But nothing to content him ; you hcaro my charge ; as you respect your office, regard it. Ass. I wame you, my lord, let mee alone, and we knew not how to abuse a prisoner, we were not worthy to be a iaylor. [Exeunf. 60 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. Tliey renew blind mmis Imffe on the lower stage. Pa. Are you in breath, my lord ? Sort. As a bruers horse, and as long winded ; looke to your selfe, madam, I come vpon you. Boij. I am ready for you, sir ; for a bul-rush to run a tilt at's nose. Pa. A fayre misse yfaith. Hart. lie mend it next course, you shall see. Pa. In the corner of the left hand ; vdsfoot, ware shins, my lord. Hort. Madam. Boy. Here. Hort. Where ? [The hoy throwes hmi downe. Helpe me vp, madam. Boy. strange ! cannot you get vp without helpe ? there's my gloue, but come no neerer, as you loue me. Sort. I do loue you, madam. Boy. Oh ! blind loue. Sort. True, madam; your beauty has made me blind. Pa. Indeed, loues sonnes like spaniells are all borne blind. Sort. But they will see. Boy. Not till they be nyne dales old, my lord. Sort. But will you giue mee the fingers that hold tliis gloue, madam? Boy. And the whole body to pleasure you, my lord ; but let me go a little. HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. 61 Hort. I will not loose you yet, lady. Boy. But 3^ou shall, my lord ; hist, then keepe me still. [He fastens the gloue to a jjost. P((. Faith, let go, my lord, for she gi'owes sullen, and you had as goode talke to a post, and as good answer twould make you. [Exeunt. Hort. Nay, but deere madam, doe but answer me, may I presume, vppon my knees I beg it ; but to take a fauour from your sweet lips, shall I ? las, I am not the first man that loue has blinded. May I presume? I would be loth to offend your milde patience so much, as with an unreuerend touch : speake ; if 1 shall reape the haruest of my honest desires, make me blest in proposing the time when ; what, not a word ? are you displeased ? or shall I take your silence for a consent ? shall I ? speake ; or if modesty locke in your syllables, seale my assurance with a kisse : not neither ? shall I haue neither your word nor your bond ? nay, then I must make bold with modesty ; by this kisse, madam. my hard fortune, haue I made suit to a poast aU- tliis while ? what block but I would haue bin so sencelesse ? my excuse is, 'twas but to make my lady sport : and, madam, how ? lady, madam, boy ; madam, Aspero ! But whist, I haue the conceite, 'twas excellent in my lady, and I applaud it ; suppose my lady and liir prisoner had an intent of priuate busines in the next roome, was it not better in her to bhnde me, 62 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. then I sliould as gentlemen vshers (cases so standing), haue blinded my selfe ? againe, I applaud her, and adore my starres that made me rather a bUnd then a seeing dore-keeper : shall I interrupt them ? no, madam ; they haue not done yet, sure they haue not. What haue we here, a base violl? though I cannot tickle the mynnikyn within, ile (though it be some- what base) giue them a song without, and the name of the ditty shall be ; Tlie Gentleman Vshers Voluntarie. (He sings.) Peace, peace, peace, make no noyse, Pleasure and feare He sleeping. End, end, end your idle toyes, lealous eies will be peeping. Kisse, kisse and part, though not for hate, for pittie ; Ha done, ha done, ha done, for I ha done my dittie. And if you haue not done now, too, let me be as base as my fiddle, if I rowze you not : madam, for shame, what doe you meane to make of me. How ? sfoote, what haue you made of me already ? all gone ? laylor ? Enter Assistance aboue. Ass. How now, who calls ? Hort. Why, saucie knaue, tis I. Ass. You ; what jou ? HUMOUR OUT OF BTIBATH. 63 Hort. A single V ; I came in double, but I thanke tliem, they are gone out, and left me here a single. Ass. Foole, and so I leaue you. Hort. Knaue, I am Hortensio ; I charge thee let me out. Ass. Foole, you lye ; you are Aspero, and I haue charge to keepe you in. Hort. From whom ? Ass. From my lord Hortensio. Ho7-t. Sfoot, knaue, I tell thee I am hee ; and thou wilt not beleeue me, trust thine eies, come in and see. Ass. 'Twill not serue your turne. I Hke a whole skinne better then a pinkt one : content your selfe to night, and in the morning ile tell you more. Hort. Where's my lady? send her hither. Ass. Shoe's busie with my lord Hortensio; but if you haue any vse for a woman, ile send you one of the laundi-esses : fare you well, sir, bee content, you shall want nothing of anything you haue. Hort. Hortensio gone out ! and my ladie busie with Hortensio ? I am guild, palpably guild : whilst I hke a blocke stood courting the post, Aspero is in my apparrell escapde. Villains ! traytors ! open the doore, the duke's abusd, his daughter's fled : I proclaime yee all traytors that hinder me in the pursuit. Ass. for a reasonable audience to applaud this sceane of merryment: ile goe call my lady and my lord Hortensio. [J^^^*- C4 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. Hort. Blindmans biiffe ? I liauc bufft it fairely, and mine owne guUery grienes me not half so mucli as the dukes displeasure. laylor ! not a word ? laylor, there's no way to please a knaue but fayre words, and gold : honest Idnde iaylor, here's gold for thee : doe but take pittie vpon me, a miserable eony-catchd courtier. Not ? neither fayre nor foule ? thou art a degree worse then a woman ; what shall I do ? I can compare my fortune, and my vnfortunate selfe, to nothing so fithe as my base here ; wee suffer eueiy foole to play vpon vs for their pleasure ; and indeede 'twas the intent of our Creator that made fiddles and seruitors to nothinsr but to be playd vpon, and playd vpon wee shall bee, till our heart strings crack, and then they either cast vs aside or hang vs vp, as worthy no other imploy- ment. Well, if I can worke my meanes of escape, so : if not, I must lie by it. [Exit. Fwis Achis Qimrfl. ACTVS QVINTVR. Enter Octauio, Francisco, Hippolito, Flainineo, Sfc. Mt daughter fled ! and with Hortensio ? It beares no formal! shape of likelyhood ; Hir eagle spirit soard to proud a pitch, To seize so base a prey ; let priuy search e HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. 05 Look through the citties bosome till they find her : For gone she is not. Fr. Has not Anthonies sonne Sent them by some base practise to their death ? Oct. His breasts too full of honor. Trusty lulio I Enter lulio. What waighty businesse drawes thee from thy charge ? lul. Came not the cause afore me ? the proud Basely reuolt, deposde me from the seate [Mantuans And chayre of regentship, sending in quest Of proude Anthonio their late-banisht duke ; Him if they find or Aspero his sonne, [Enter Assist. Theile reinstall hira in the regiment. Oct. Him let them seeke in the vast shades of death. As for his sonne — Ass. Hee's sure ynough, my lord ; he Avas a mad knaue when he came in, but I thinke I haue made a tame foole of him by this time : for a has neither had bread nor water these foure and forty houres. Oct. More villain thou. Ass. My lord, Hortensio was the villain ; ho left such command with mee ; hee's the wheele that tumes about, and I, a country lack, must strike when I am commanded. Od. Although my foe, hee's honorably tenipred, F 66 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. Yet armd against my life : goe call liim forth, Guard in my safety witli a riag of Steele, And marks liow proudly lieele demeane reuenge. Enter Assistance, and Hortensio bareheaded with his crowd. Ass. Goblins, spirits, furies, faeryes ! the prison is haunted ! Oct. With a knaue, is't not ? Ass. Yes, and an olde foole, my lorde, in the like- nesse of Hortensio. Oct. VUlain, where's Aspero ? Ass. I know not, my lord : I let liim in and my lady to laugh at him ; and it seemes, he consented to treason, and let him out in his apparreU. Hor. They consented togither to cousen me : for taking delight (as my betters may doe) in a foohsh pastime called bhndmans buffe, they stole away my gowne, escapt the prison, and left mee in fooles para- dice, where what song T haue playd my violl can witnesse. They made me a Httle better then a bawd, my lord. Fr. In act. Mort. Not meerly in act : sed corjitotione, et id satis est vt inquit Suetonius. Oct. Is hee escapt, and Florimell with him ? Hor- tensio, thy head shall answer it. HIBIOUH OUT OK r!Rr,ATH. 67 Hort. I pray let my tongue be my heads attui-ney, and pleade my excuse. Oct. Vrge no excuse. Away ^^^^tll liim to prison. Ass. It shall be done, my lord. Oct. I^ay, you, sir, too, shall taste of the same sauce ; away with both. Flammeo. Come, my sonnes. Lets leauy present armes gaynst Mantua. Being scarce come home, we must abroad againe ; The common good's a carefuU princes payne. \_Exeunf. Enter AntJionlo, Lacida, Hermia, and Lords. Anth. You that in all my banisht pilgrimage Would neuer aHenate your natural! loues, But in desire to see me reinstalld Haue thrust out proude Octauioes substitute. And seated me in antient dignity, I am yours, and ready at your best dispose. Lord. Yom- owne, my Hege, we like inferiour lights Take life from your reflection, for like stars Vnto the sunne, are counsellours to kings : He feeds their orbes with fier, and their shine Contend to make his glory more diuine. And such are we to great Anthonio. Anth. The veynes and arteries of Anthonio Tlu-ough which the bloud of greatnesse flows in vs. f2 68 HUMOUR OCT OF BREATH. Ooi- liie, and cause efficient of oiu' state, And these our prety partners in exile. Lord. We ha yet performd but the least part of duetie, Your reinstalment : it rests, that with our bloud We keepe out innouasiue violence. Ant. You new-create me, and breath second life Into my dying bosome ; knew my sonne Of this vnlookt-for fortune ; but ill fate Hast playd the traytor, and giuen vp his life To coward treason. (J. slwut ivithin.) Enter Aspero and Florimell ivltli their Pages. Asj). Vdsfoot, what offence haue I committed against the state, that these yron-handed plebeians so applaud me for ? Flo. Tis a signe they loue you. Asp. I had rather they should hate me ; it makes mee suspect my bosome ; for they loue none but the masters of factions, treasons, and innouasions. Flo. Then you doe not loue the commons. Asp. Yes, as wise men doe their flattering wiues, only for show : the popidar voyce is like a crie of hauling hounds ; and they get the foote of a fantas- ticke and popular-affecting statesman, they neuer leaue him, till they haue chac'd him into disgrace, and then, like hounds, are at a losse, and with their HUMOUE OUT OP BREATH. G9 losse — See, I haue found my father. Safety attend you. Antli. Welcome, thou hope of Mantua and of vs. We now are honors new-beginners, boy, And may we better thriue then heretofore. AsiJ. Neuer doubt it, father ; I haue attractiue stuffe that will draw customers. Anth. What lady's that ? Fh. One that has playd the part of a constable, — brought you home a runaway. Asp. A friend of mine, father, but daughter to your arch-enemy. Anth. Octauioes daughter ? Asp. Yes faith ; you are out with the father, and ile see if I can fall in wdth the daughter, Flo. And am I not a good child to leaue my fathers loue at sixe and seauen, and hazard my honor vpon your sonnes naked promise, and your hopeful! ac- ceptance. Asp. She has followed me through much danger. Anth. The better welcome ; I loue her for't. Asp. Like her and you please, id'e haue no body loue her but my sehe. Anili. And, lady, though your father be our foe. The vertuous loue betwixt our sonne and you. May nerethelesse retaine his simpathie. Flo Shall nerethelesse retaine his simpathy ; Anthonio, know I am loues resolute, 70 HUMOUR OUT OP BREATH. Confirnxd and grounded in affection : I lou'd your sonne, not for lie was a prince, But one no better then his present fortunes, He loue him. still, since first I lon'd him so, Let father, friends, and all the world say no. Asp. There's mettle, father ; how can wee choose but get cocking children, when father and mother too are both of the game. Enter Messenger. Mess. To armes, my lord ; Octauio comes in armes, To giue a proud assault vnto the citty. Asp. Proud his assault, as proud be our resist, Vye shot for shot, and stake downe life for life. Our brest's as bold as theirs, oui- bloud as deepe, AE that wee'l loose, or this our gettings keepe. Her. Come, brother, talke not of deuouring war Say, messenger, comes not Octauioes sonnes ? Mess. They do, as proudly as the morning sunne Beating the azurd pauement of the heauen. Her. Then feare not, father, my sister and my selfe WiU be your champions, and defend the citty. Flo. Why, ladies, haue you such large interest in our brothers ? Fr. Princesse, we haue. Withhi there : reach om* shields ; Wlicn beau.ty fights, the God of battaile yeelds. [Fxcunt. HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH, 71 Enter Francisco, Hipjpolito, Flamineo, lulio. Enter Anthonio, Aspero, Florimell, two Pages, Lords and Messenger ahoue. Flo. They offer pai-lee, let me answer tliem. Brothers, how now ? who made you souldiers ? Faith een my father, as he made yon loners ? What, hath he chang'd yonr shepheards hooks to Of Amoradoes made yon armed knights ? [swords ? O seld-seene metamorphosis ! I haue knowne Souldiers tnrne loners, but for amorous loners To re-assume their valour, tis a change Like winter-thunder, and a thing as strange. Fr. Our sister prisoner ? Bip. Tell me, Florimell, Dost thou Hue there enforc'd, or of free-will ? Flo. Freewill, brothers, mine owne freewill; all free in Mantua ; here's freewill yfaith, speake, am I not a free-woman ? Pa. As ifyon had sem'dfor't ; any man may set vp under hir copy without a protection. Fr. I, wag, are yon there too ? Pa. Yes, faith, my lord ; my lady has had my atten- daunce to a hayre. Flo. Yon he, boy. Pa. K not mine, some bodies els : there's one has done . Asjo. What hane I done, sirra ? 72 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. Pa. Nay notliiiig, but wliat my lady was very well content with. Fr. Why, sister, shame you not to set your loue On one that is our fathers enemie. Flo. Shame ? not a whit. But come, your wenches, brothers ; I make no question, I haue won my wager, — Are they as faire as I ? Hi/p. Leaue that to triall. Aspero, make surrender of our sister. Asp. And haue her in quiet possession ? what do you thinke me ? Ft. We thinke thee a proud villain, and our foe. Flo. By heauen, th'are villains all that thinke him so. Hip. Why, doe you loue him? Flo. I should curse my selfe If I should hate him. Ft. Bring the ladders forth ; Brauely assault to separate their hues. [As they are scalmg the walls, the ladies come forth. Her. Stand, proud Francisco. Pa. Stand ! excellent word in a woman. Liic. Hold, Hippolito. Pa. Hold ! vp with that word, and tis as good as the other. Fr. What nymphe or goddesse in my Hermiaes Stands to debar my entrance to the towne ? [shape, HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. 73 Pa. Madam, I wonder they enter not. Flo. Why, boy, it seemes they dare not. Pa. cowards, and haue two such fayre breaches Fr. Inunortall Pallas, that art more diuine, [already. In my loues beautie, than thou cloth' st thee in ; Withdraws thy selfe, and giue our fury limits. Her. I will ; but first, Francisco, take my shielde. Luc. And mine, as challenge to a single combat. Her. Read the co(nditions, and returne your answers. Flo. Well done, yfaith, wenches. O that the olde gray-beard, my father, were here ! ide haue a bout with him, as I am honourable. Fr. Whats here ? A shepheard wooing of a countrymaide. As she sits angling by a riuers side ; By them an aged man making a net ? The motto : 8ic ! this emblems morrall is, The former loue I had with Lucida, And this hope tells me that's faire Lucida. Hip. Brother, my shield the like presents to me, But holds far more familiar reference ; Here doth the amorous shepheard kisse the nymph ; Which she with a chast blush consents vnto : And see, a gloomy man, clad like a pilgrim. Comes in, and seperates their sweete dehghts : The motto. Sic ! I, so my father came. And banisht me from beautious Hermia ; 74 HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. And. this, hope tells me, is faire Hermia. Fr. The more I looke, the more m.e thinkes tis she, Hbjp. The more I think, the more I find tis she. Fr. What should I thinke, to proue it is not she ? Fl^o. Looke, thinke, find, proue, do what you can. These are the wenches that you courted than : Then, hony bees, lay by your smarting stings, And buz sweet loue into your ladies eares ; Tell them of kisses, and such prety things ; These drumming dub adubs loues pleasure feares. Fr. heauen, oh fortune, and most happie stars ; Do I find loue, where I expected wars ? Kip. I that but now was all for war and death, Am made aU loue ; wars humour's out of breath. Fitter Odauio, IiiUo, mid others. Oct. How, my sonnes loue the daughters of my foe ? it cannot be. ltd. Then question them your selfe, Oct. Why, how now, sonnes ? is this your worth in Fr. Why, are we not in armes, father ? [armes ? Hijy. Yes, and in such armes as no coward but woulde venture life to march in. Oct. Then, boies, you loue the daughters of Anthonio? Fr. We hk'd them first. Hip. We keepe that liking still. Oct. And you will loue them ? HUMOUR OUT OF BREATH. 75 Flo. Father, infaitli they will. Oct. I, runaway, are you there ? whome has your ladyship got to your husband ? Flo. One that I stumbled on at blindman buffe ; a proper man, a man euery ynch of him : and you would say so and you knewe but asmuch as I meane to know ere I haue done with him. Oct. Is he not sonne vnto Anthonio ? Asp. Great duke, I am, and prostrate on my knee, I beg a peace, which if your spleene deny, I proudlie stand where erst I mildly kneel'd, And cast downe bold defiance from theis walls. Oct. No more : your loues make my proud hart asham'd ; Your consort's sweet, and ile not be a meane To make it iar : what my sonnes like shall stand. By my consent, allowed and perfected ; All hate is banisht, and reuenge hes dead. AsjJ. Then, stead of speares, let Hymens torches flame With haUowed incence ; and the God of spright, Swell vp your vaines with amorous dehght : And so shut vp om- single comedy, With Plautus phrase : Si ^placet, plaudite. \_Exeunt omnes. FINIS, NOTES. Page 2, line 17. Aurnm Pofahile. This was one of tlie medicines of the ancient alchemists. It is thus alluded to in Ashmole's Tlieatrmn Cliemicmn Britan- nicum, 1652, p. 422, — And then the golden oyle called aurum potabile, A medicine most marvelous to preserve man's health. Page 14, line 26. But I must i^lay Dun. This refers to the old rural pastime of drawing Dun out of the mire. The mode of playing it is thus described by Gilford,- — A log of wood is brought into the midst of the room. This is Dun, the cart-horse, and a cry is raised that he is stuck in the mire. Two of the company advance, either with or without ropes, to draw him out. After repeated attempts, they find themselves unable to do it, and call for more assist- ance. The game continues tiU aU the company take part in it, when of course Dun is extracted ; and the merriment arises from the awkward and affected efforts of the rustics to lift the log, and suadiy arch contrivances to let the ends of it faU on one another's toes. Page 17, Hne 24. Upright shoes. Meaning straight shoes, those that will fit either foot. It is curious that, in Dr. Johnson's time, the fashion of wearing shoes fitted for the right and left feet had so com- pletely gone out of fashion that Shakespeare's alhi- sion to the practice created a difficulty with the com- 78 NOTES. mentators, whose notes on the subject, here subjoined, are somewhat amusuig. The passage illustrated is an allusion in King John to slippers " hastily thrust upon contrary feet." I know not how the commentators understand this important passage, which, in Dr. Warburton's edition, is marked as eminently beautiful, and, on the whole, not without justice. But Shakspeare seems to have confounded the man's shoes with his gloves. He that is frighted or hurried may put his hand into the wrong glove, but either shoe will equally admit either foot. The author seems to be disturbed by the dis- order which he describes. Johnson. Dr. Johnson forgets that ancient slippers might possibly be very different from modern ones. Scott, in his Discoverie of Witchcraft, tells us : " He that re- ceiveth a mischance will consider, whether he put not on his shirt wrong side outwards, or his left shoe on liis right foot." One of the jests of Scogan, by Andrew Borde, is how he defrauded two shoemakers, one of a 7'ight foot boot, and the other of a left foot one. And Davies, in one of his Epigrams, compares a man to a " soft-knit hose, that serves out each, leg." Farmer. In The Fleire, 1615, is the following passage : " — This fellow is like jouvupj right shoe, he will serve either foot." From this we may infer, that some shoes could only be worn on the foot for which they were made. And Barrett, in his Alvearie, 1580, as an instance of the word torong, says : " — to put on his shooes ivrong." Again, in A vicrije Jest of a man that was called Iloxvleglas, bl. 1., no date : " Howleglas had cut all the lether for the leftc foote. Then when his master sawe all his lether cut for the right foote, then asked he Howleglas if there belonged not to the Icfte foote a right foote. Then sayd Howleglas to his mais- ter, If that he had tolde that to me before, I would have cut them ; but an it please you I shall cut as mani rigid shoone unto them." Again, in Frobisher's Second Voyage for the Discoverie of Cataia, 4to., bl. 1., NOTES. 70 1578 : " They also belield (to their gx'eat mamaille) a dublet of caniias made after the Englishe fashion, a shu^t, a girdle, three shoes for contrarie feet," &c. p. 21. See also the Gentleman's Magazine, for April, 1797, p. 280, and the plate annexed, figure 3. Steevens. _, Page 50, line 2. Apostata. It was often the prac- ^tr tice to write these kind of words in their original form. So, in Massinger's Unnatural Gombai, — " to punish this apostata with death." Page 51, line 20. Jove liimself sits. Originally from Ovid. Greene uses the idea in his Metamor- phosis, — " What ! Eriphila, Jove laughs at the per- jurie of lovers." 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