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Die Ausgabe wird vollstandig als Heft XV der „Erlanger Beitrage zur j 
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PLEASANT 
 
 CO mOJ}/£ OF 
 
 Patient Grisfill. 
 
 As it hath beene fundrie times lately plaid 
 bythe right honorable the Earle of Not- 
 tingham (Lord high Admirall) his 
 feruants. 
 
 
 UNI7Er::i 
 
 LONDON. 
 
 Imprinted for Henry Rocket, and are to 
 
 be folde at the long Shop vnder S. Mildreds 
 
 Church in the Poultry. 
 
 16 5. 
 
The pleafant Commoedye 
 
 of I 
 
 Patient Gril^ill. I 
 
 Enter the Marqueffe, Pauia, Mario, Lepido, and huntfmen: all like 
 Hunters. A noyfe of hornes within. 
 
 Marqueffe. 
 
 LOoke you fo ftrang|;| my hearts^ to fee our limbes 
 Thus fuited in a Hunters liuery? 
 Oh tis a lonely liabite; when greene youtli[VJ 
 Like to the flowry bloffome of, the spring, 
 5 Conformes his outward habite to his minde. 
 Looke how yon one eyd wagoner of heauen, 
 Hath by his horfes fiery winged hoofes, 
 Burft ope the melancholy layle of Night, 
 And with his gilt beames cunning Alchimy, 
 lOTurn'd al thefe cloudes to gold, who (with the winds) 
 Upon their mifty fhoulders bring in day: 
 Then fally not this morning with foule lookes, 
 But teach your locond fpirits to ply the Chafe, 
 For hunting is a fport for Emperors. 
 15 Pau. We know it is, and therefore doe not throw 
 On thefe your paftimes, a contracted brow. 
 How swift youths Bias runs to catch delights. 
 To me is not vnknowne: no brother Gualther, 
 When you were woo'd by vs to choofe a wife, 
 20 This day you vowed to wed : but now I fee. 
 Your promifes turne all to mockerie. 
 
 Lepi. This day your felf appointed to giue anfwere 
 To all thofe neighbour-Princes, who in loue 
 
 5 minde,] 16 brow,] 
 
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 Offer their Daughters, Sifters, and Allies, i 
 
 25 In marriage to your hand: yet for all this j 
 
 The houre being come that calles you to your choyce[,J ; 
 
 You ftand prepard for fport and ftart afide: ] 
 
 To hunt poore deere when you fhould feeke a Bride. ; 
 
 Marq. Nay come Mario[,] your opinion too, j 
 
 30 H'ad neede of ten men's wit that goes to woe. j 
 
 Ma. Firft fatisiie thefe Princes, who expect i 
 
 Your gracious aniwere to their embaffies, \ 
 Then may you freelie reuell: now you flie 
 Both from your owne vowes, & their amitie. 
 
 35 Marq. How much your iadgmens erre: who gets a wife 
 Muft like a huntfman beate vntrodden pathes, 
 
 To gaine the flying prefence of his loue. i 
 
 Looke how the yelping beagles Ipend their mouthes[,J i 
 
 So Louers doe their fighes: and as the deare, \ 
 
 40 Out-ftrips the actiue hound, & oft turnes backe ] 
 To note the angrie vifage of her foe. 
 Who greedy to poffelTe fo fweet a pray, 
 
 Neuer giues ouer till he ceaze on her, ] 
 So fares it with coy dames, who great with fcorne 
 
 45 Shew the care-pined hearts, that fue to them |Y1 J 
 
 Yet on that feined flight, (Loue conquering them) ^ 
 They caft an eye of longing backe againe. 
 
 As who would lay, be not dilmaid with frownes, i 
 For though our tongues fpeake no: our hearts found yea; ^ 
 
 50 Or if not fo, before theile miffe their louers, ] 
 
 Their fweet breathes fhal perfume the Amorous ayre I 
 
 And braue them ftill to run in beauties Chafe: ] 
 
 Then can you blame me to be hunter like, j 
 
 When I muft get a wife? but be content, ^ 
 
 55 So yo'ule ingage your faith by othe to vs, 1 
 
 Your willes fhall aniwere mine, my liking yours, ] 
 
 And that no wrinckle on your cheekes fhall ride, l 
 
 This day the Marqueffe vowes to choofe a bride. i 
 
 Pa. Euen by my honor, i 
 
 Marq. Brother|,] be advif'd, i 
 
 60 The importunitie of you and thefe, I 
 
 46 flight,] Coll. 49 yea,] 
 
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 Thrufts my free thoughts into the yoake of loue, 
 
 To grone vnder the loade of marriage. 
 
 Since then you throwe this burthen on my youth[,] 
 
 Sweare to me[,l whome foeuer my fancie choole, 
 65 Of what difcent, beautie or birth fhe be. 
 
 Her you fhall like and loue as you loue me. 
 
 Pa. Now by my birth I fweare, wed w^home you pleafe, 
 
 And He imbrace her with a brothers arme. 
 Lepi. Mario and my felfe to your faire choice, 
 70 Shall yeeld all dueties and true reuerence. 
 Marq. Your proteftations pleafe me lollilie. 
 
 Lets ring a hunters peale, and in the eares 
 
 Of our Iwift forreft Cittizens proclaime, 
 
 Defiance to their lightnes: our fports done, 
 75 The Venfon that we kill fhall feaft our bride, 
 
 If fhe proue bad, ile caft all blame on you. 
 
 But if fweet peace fucceede this amorous ftrife, 
 
 Ile fay my wit was be ft to choofe a wife. 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 
 As they goe in, homes found & hollowing within: that done, 
 Enter lanicolo, Griffil, and Babulo, with two baskets begun to be 
 wrought. 
 
 Bab. Olde Mafter|,| heeres a morning able to make vs 
 80worke tooth and naile (marrie then we muft haue victualls)[;] 
 the Sun hath plaid boe peep in the element anie time thefe 
 two houres, as I doe fome mornings whe you cal: what 
 Babulo[,] fay you: heere Mafter[,] fay I[;] and then this eye 
 opens, yet don is the moufe, lie ftill: what Babulo[,] fayes 
 85Griflil, anone fay I, and then this eye lookes vp, yet downe 
 I fnug againe: what Babulo[,l fay you againe, and then I 
 ftart vp, and fee the Sunne, and then fneeze, and then fhake 
 mine eares, and then rife, and then get my breakfaft, and 
 then fal to worke, and then wafh my hands, and by this time 
 901 am ready: beer's your bafket, and Griffill[,] beer's yours. 
 Ian. Fetch thine own Babulo, lets ply our bufines. 
 Bab. God fend me good lucke|,] Mafter. 
 Gri. Why Babulo, what's the matter? 
 
 62 marriage,] 71 lollilie,] 73 forreft,] 
 
Bab. God forgiiie mee, I thinke I fhall not eate a peeke 
 
 95 of lalt: I Hiall not line long lure, I fhould be a rich man 
 
 by right, for they neuer doe good deedes, but when they fee 
 
 they mnft dye, and I haue now a monftrous ftomacke to 
 
 worke, becaui'e I thinke I fhall not line long. 
 
 Ian. Goe foole, ceafe this vaine talke and fall to worke. 
 
 100 Bab. He hamper fome body if I dye, becaufe 1 am a 
 
 bafket maker. 
 
 [Exit. 
 
 Ian. Come Grifnil, worke[,] fweet girle, heere the warme Sunne 
 Will fhine on vs, and when his fires begin, 
 Wee'U coole our fweating browes in yonder fhade. 
 
 105 Gri. Father, me thinkes it doth not fit a maide, 
 By fitting thus in view, to draw mens eyes 
 To ftare vpon her: might it pleafe your age, 
 I could be more content to worke within. 
 
 Jan. Indeed my childe, mens eyes do now adaies, 
 
 110 Quickly take fire at the leaft fparke of beauty. 
 And if thofe flames be quencht by chaft dildaine. 
 Then their inuenom'd tongues (alacke) doe ftrike, 
 To wound her fame whofe beauty they did like. 
 Gri. I will auoide their darts and worke within. 
 
 115 Ian. Thou needft not, in a painted coate goes fin. 
 And loues thofe that loue pride; none lookes on thee, 
 Then keepe me companie: how much vnlike 
 Are thy defires to manie of thy fex? 
 How manie wantons in Saliuia, 
 
 120Frowne like the fullen night, when their faire faces 
 Are hid within doores: but got once abroad, 
 Like the proud Sun they fpred their Itaring beames. 
 They fhine out to be feene, their loofe eyes tell, 
 That in their bofomes wantonnes doe dwell: 
 
 125 Thou canft not doe fo Griffill, for thy Sun, 
 Ih but a Starre, thy Starre, a fparke of fire, 
 Which hath no power t'inflame doting defire: 
 Thy Hikes are thrid-bare ruffets: all thy portion 
 Is but an honeft name: that gon|,| tliou art dead, 
 
 130 Though dead thou liu'ft, that being vnblcmifhed. 
 
 102—103 his V8 in cine Zeile gedrucJct] Coll. 
 
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 Grif. Tf to die free from fhame be nere to die^ 
 
 Then He be crownd with immortallitie. 
 
 Ian. Pray God thou maift: yet ciiilde[,] my iealous foule 
 
 Trembles through fearcB, ib often as mine eyes 
 135 Sees our Duke court thee : and when to thine eares 
 
 He tunes sweet loue-fongs: oh beware my Griffill[j] 
 
 He can prepare his way with gifts of golde^ 
 
 Upon his breath, winged Promotion flies[.l 
 
 Oh my deare Girle[,] truft not his forceries, 
 140 Did he not feeke the fhipwracke of thy fame ? 
 
 Whie fhould he fend his tailors to take meafure 
 
 Of Griffils bodie: but as one fhould fay, 
 
 If thou wilt be the Marqueffe concubine, 
 
 Thou fhalt weare rich attires : but they that thinke, 
 145 With coftly garments, fins blacke face to hide, 
 
 Weare naked brauerie and ragged pride. 
 
 Grif. Good fatherf,] doe not fhake your age with feares[.] 
 
 Although the Marqueffe fometimes vifit vs. 
 
 Yet all his words and deedes are like his birth, 
 150 Steept in true honor: but admit they were not, 
 
 Before my foule looke black with fpeckled finne, 
 
 My hands fhal make me pale deathes vnderling. 
 Ian. The mulick of thofe words fweetes mine eares[.] 
 
 Come girle[,] lets fafter worke: time apace weares. 
 
 Enter Babulo with his worke. 
 
 155 Gril. Come Babulo[,] why haft thou ftaid fo long? 
 
 Ba. Nay why are you fo fhort? Mafters[,J heeres monie I 
 tooke (fince I went) for a cradle: this yeare 1 thinke be 
 leape yeare, for wome doe nothing but buy cradles, by my 
 troth[,] I thinke the world is at an end, for as foone as we 
 
 160 be borne we marrie : as foone as we marrie we get children, 
 (by hooke or by crooke gotten they are) [;] children muft haue 
 cradles, and as foone as they are in them, they hop out of 
 the, for I haue feene little girls that yefterday had fcarce a 
 hand to make them ready, the next day had worne wedding 
 
 165 rings on their fingers , fo that if the world doe not ende, 
 we f hall not Hue one by another : bafket making as all other 
 
 152 vnderling,] 153 fweete] Coll. 156 fhort,] 
 
trades runs to decay, and fhortly we fhall not be worth a 
 butten, for non in this cutting- age Ibwe true ftitches, but 
 taylers and fhoomakers, & yet now and then they tread their 
 170 rhooes a wrie too. 
 
 la. Let not thy tongue goe lb: (it downe to worke 
 And that our labour may not feeme to long, 
 Weele cunningly beguile it with a fong. 
 
 Ba. Doe mafter|,] for thats honeft couibnage. 
 
 The Song. 
 175Song[.] Art thou poore|,] yet haft thou golden Slumbers: 
 Oh fweet content! 
 Art thou rich[,] yet is thy minde perplexed: 
 
 Oh punnifhment. 
 Doft thou laugh to fee how fooles are vexed 
 180 To ad to golden numbers^ golden numbers: 
 
 fweet content, o fweet etc. 
 Foole Worke apace, apace, apace, apace: 
 Honeft labour beares a louely face, 
 Then hey noney, noney: hey noney, noney. 
 185 Canft drinke the waters of the Crifped Ipring: 
 
 fweet content! 
 Swim'ft thou in wealth, yet (inck'ft in thine owne teares, 
 
 punnifhment. 
 Then hee that patiently wants burden beares, 
 19Q No burden beares, but is a King, a King, 
 
 fweet content, etc. 
 Fool. Worke apace, apace, etc. 
 Enter Laureo. 
 Ba. Weep mafter, yonder comes your Sonne|.l 
 Ian. Laureo|,| my Sonne? oh heauen|,| let thy rich hand 
 195 Poure plentious ('hewers of blel'ling on his head. 
 Lau. Treble the number fall vppon your age. 
 Sifter? 
 Gri. Deare brother Laureo[,J welcome home. 
 Ba. Malter Laureo (Taniculaes lonne)!,] welcome home, 
 how doe the nine mules. Pride, couetoufnes, enuie, (loth, 
 
 177 perplexed yj 179 vexed?] 180 numbers.] 185 spring?] 
 189 wants,] 196 age,] 
 
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 200 wrath, gluttonie and letcherie? you that are Schollers, read 
 how they doe. 
 
 Laii. Mules: theie (foole) are the leauen deadly lins. 
 
 Ba. Are they: Mas[.] me thinkes its better feruing the^ 
 then your nine mufes, for they are ftarke beggers. 
 205 Ian. Often I haue wifht to fee you heere. 
 
 Lau. It grieues me that you fee me heere so foone. 
 
 Ian. Why Laureo[,] do ft thou grieue to lee thy father, 
 Or doft thou fcorne me for my pouertieV 
 
 Ba. He needes not, for he lookes like poore lohn himfelfe; 
 210 eight to a necke of Mutten, is not that your commons ; & a 
 Cue of breade? 
 
 Lau. Father[,] I grieue my young yeares to your age, 
 Should adde more forrowe. 
 
 Ian. Why lbnne[,] whats the matter? 
 
 Lau. That which to thinke on makes me desperate. 
 215 I that haue chargd my friends, and from my father 
 Puld more then he could fpare; I that haue liud 
 Thefe nine yeares at the Uniuerfity, 
 Muft now^ for this worlds deuill : this angell of golde, 
 Haue all thofe dales and nights to beggerie Iblde: 
 220 Through want of money, what I want I mi ffe, 
 Who is more scorn'd then a poore fcholler is? 
 
 Bab. Yes three things: Age, wifdome, bafket makers. 
 
 Gri. Brothers[,] what meanes these words? 
 
 Lau. Oh I am mad. 
 
 To thinke how much a Scholler vndergoes, 
 225 And in the ende reapes nought but pennurie. 
 Father[,] I am inforced to leaue my booke, 
 Becaufe the ftudie of my booke doth leaue me, 
 In the leane armes of lancke neceffitie. 
 Hauing no fhelter (ah me) but to ilie 
 230 Into the fanctuarie of your aged armes. 
 
 Bab. A trade, a trade, follow bafket-makeing, leaue bookes 
 and turne block-head. 
 
 Ian. Peace foole: welcome my fonne, thogh I am poore[,] 
 My loue fhall not be lb: goe daughter Griflill, 
 
 205 heere,] 208 pouertie.] 209 himfelfe,] 216 fpare,] 219 folde,] 
 225 th'ende] Coll. 233 foole,] 
 
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 235 Fetch Avater from the Ipring to feeth our iifh^ 
 Which ycfter day I caught: the cheare is meane^ 
 But be content: Avhen I haue Iblde thefe Bafkets, 
 The monic I hall be [pent to bid thee welcome: 
 Griflill make halt, run and kindle fire. 
 
 [Exit Griffin. 
 
 240 Ba. Goe Gril'lill[:| He make fire, and fcoure the kettle; 
 its a hard world when fchollers eate fifh vpon flefh daies. 
 
 [Exit Ba. 
 Lau. 1st not a fhame for me that am a man, 
 Nay more, a fcholler|,l to endure fuch neede, 
 That T muft pray on him, whome I fhould feede? 
 
 245 Ian. Nay grieue not Sonne, better haue felt worfe woe. 
 Come fit by me[;] while I worke to get bread, 
 And Griflill fpin vs yearne to cloath our backs, 
 Thou fhalt reade doctrine to vs for the soule. 
 Then what fhall we there want? nothing my fonne|.l 
 
 250 For when we ceafe from worke[,| euen in that while, 
 My fong fhall charme griefes eares and care beguile. 
 Enter Griffill running with a Pitcher. 
 
 Grif Father|,l as I was running to fetch water, 
 I faw the Marqueffe with a gallant traine 
 Come riding towards vs. fee where they come. 
 
 Enter Marqueffe, Paula, Mario, Lepido, two Ladies 
 and fome other attendants. 
 
 255 Mar. See where my Griffill, and her father is! 
 
 Me thinkes her beautie fhining through thofe weedes, 
 
 Seemes like a bright i'tarre in the fuUen night. 
 
 How louely pouertie dwels on her backe! 
 
 Did but the proud world note her as I doe, 
 260 She would ca ft oft' rich robes, forlweare rich ftate, 
 
 To cloth them in fuch poore abiliments. 
 
 Father], I good fortune ever bleffe thine age. 
 
 Ian. All happines attend my gracious Lorde. 
 
 237 content,] 240 kettle,] 241 Exit, lia:] 247 backs] 248 soule,] 
 249 want.] 252 runaing]; cbenso in der vorhergehenden Biihnen- 
 weiaumj. Coll, 254 vs.] 255 is,] ;^E)6 for beautie] Coll. '^58 backe,] 
 261 abiliments,] 
 
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 Marq. And what wifli you faire Maide? 
 
 Grif. That your liig-h thouglits 
 
 265 To your contentment may be fatisfied. 
 
 Mar. Thou wouldi't wil'h foe, knewft thou for what I come. 
 Brother of Pauiaf,] beholde this virgin^ 
 Mario[,] Lepido|,] is fhe not faire? 
 
 Pa. Brother],] I haue not leene fo meane a creature, 
 270 So full of beautie. 
 
 Mar. Were but Griff lis birth 
 
 As worthie as her forme, fhe might be held 
 A fit companion for the greateft ftate. 
 
 Lau. Oh blindnes, fo that men may beautie finde, 
 They nere refpect the beauties of the minde. 
 275 Marq. Father Tanicolaf,] whats hee that Ipeake? 
 
 Ian. A poore defpifed fcholler and my Sonne. 
 
 Mar. This is no time to holde difpute with fchollers. 
 Tell me in faith olde man|,] what doft thou thinke, 
 Becaufe the Marqueffe vilits thee fo oft? 
 280 Ian. The will of Princes fubiects muft not ferch, 
 Let it fuffice, your grace is welcome hither. 
 
 Marq. And ile requite that welcome if I liue. 
 Griffill[,] fuppofe a man fhould loue you dearely, 
 As I know fome that doe, would you agree 
 285 To quittance true affection with the like? 
 
 Gri. None is fo fond to fancie pouertie. 
 
 Mar. I fay there is: come Lords[,] ftand by my fide. 
 Nay brother[,] you are fped and haue a wife, 
 Then giue vs leaue that are all Batchelers. 
 290 Now Griffil, eye vs well and giue your verdicte, 
 Which of vs three you holde the propreft man. 
 
 Gri. I haue no fkill to iudge proportions. 
 
 Marq. Nay then you left, women haue eagles eyes, 
 To prie euen to the heart, and why not you? 
 295 Come, we ftand fairely, freely speake your minde, 
 For by my birth, he whome thy choice fhall bleffe, 
 Shall be thy hufband. 
 
 Mar. What intends your grace? 
 
 264 thoughts.] 270 birth,] 282 Hue,] 285 like] 289 Bat- 
 chelers,] 291 man,] 
 
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 Lepi. My Lord[,] I haue vowed to leade a fingle life. 
 
 Marq. A (ingle life? this cunning cannot ferue. 
 300 Doe not I know you loue her|?| I haue heard 
 Your paffions fpent for her^ your fighes for her. 
 Mario to the wonder of her beautie, 
 Compiled a Sonnet. 
 
 Mar. I my Lord write fonnets? 
 
 Marq. You did intreate me to intreate her father, 
 305 That you might haue his daughter to your wife. 
 
 Lep. To anie one I willingly religne. 
 All intereft in her, which doth looke like mine. 
 
 Mar. My Lorde[,] I fweare fhe nere fhall be my bride, 
 I hope (heele fweare fo too[,] being thus denide. 
 310 Marq. Both of you turn'd Apoftataes in loue, 
 Nay then lie play the cryer: once, twice, thrice, 
 Speake or fhee's gone els: no, fince twill not be. 
 Since you are not for her, yet fhee's for me. 
 
 Pau. What meane you Brother? 
 
 Marq. Faith[,] no more but this: 
 
 315 By loues mo ft wondrous Metamorphofis, 
 
 To turne this Maide into your Brothers wife. 
 Nay fweet heart[,] looke not Itrange[:] I doe not left, 
 But to thine eares mine Amorous thoughts impart. 
 Gualter protefts he loues thee Avith his heart. 
 320 Lau. The admiration of fuch happines. 
 Makes me aftonifht. 
 
 Grif. Oh my gracious Lord, 
 
 Humble not your high ftate to my lowe birth. 
 Who am not worthy to be held your flaue, 
 Much lelfe your wife. 
 
 Marq. Griflillf,] that I'hall fuffice, 
 
 3251 count thee worthie: olde lanicola, 
 
 Art thou content that I i'hall be thy Sonne? 
 
 Ian. I am vnworthy of fo great a good. 
 
 Marq. Turh|,| turh[,] talke not of worth, in honeft tearmes[, 
 Tell mo if I Ihall haue her? for by heauen[,| 
 
 298 life,] 299 ferue,] 300 heard?] 301 fighes for her,] 305 to 
 his wife.] Coll. 307 mine,] 309 denide,] 316 wife,] 319 heart,] 
 323 Whonie not] Coll. 
 
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 330Unleffe your free confent alowe my choice^ 
 To win ten kingdom es He not call her mim 
 Whats thy Sonnes name? \n^^^ y, - 
 
 Ian. Laureo[,] My graciouj^ Lord. 
 
 Marq. He haue both your conlents: I tell ye Lords, ■ 
 I haue wooed the virgin long^ oh manie an houre^ 
 335 Haue I bin glad to fteale from all your eyes^ 
 To come difguifd to her: I fweare to you, 
 Beautie firft made me loue, and vertue woe. 
 I lou'd her lowlynes, but when I tride 
 What vertues were intempled in her breft, 
 340 My chaft hart fwore that fhe fhould be my bride[:] 
 Say Father, muft I be forfworne or noe? 
 
 Ian. What to my Lord I'eemes beft to me feemes fo[.| 
 
 Marq. Laureo[,] whats your opinion? 
 
 Lau. Thus my Lorde. 
 
 If equall thoughts durit both your ftates conferre, 
 345Her's is to lowe, and you to high for her. 
 
 Marq. What faies faire Griflill now? 
 
 Grif. This doth fhe fay, 
 
 As her olde Father yeeldes to your dread will, 
 So fhe her fathers pleafure muft fulfill. 
 If olde lanicola make Griffill yours, 
 350 Griffill muft not deny, yet had fhe rather 
 
 Be the poore Daughter ftill of her poore Father. 
 
 Marq. He gild that pouertie, and make it fhine, 
 With beames of dignitie: this bale attire, 
 Thefe Ladies fhall teare of, and decke thy beautie 
 355 In robes of .honour, that the world may fay, 
 Vertue and beautie was my bride to day. 
 
 Mar. This meane choice, will diftaine your noblenes|.] 
 
 Marq. No more Mario[:] then it doth difgrace 
 The Sunne to fhine on me. 
 
 Lep. Shee's poore and bale. 
 
 360 Marq. Shee's rich: for vertue beautifies her face. 
 
 Pau. What will y^ world fay when the trump of fame 
 Shall found your high birth with a beggers name? 
 
 337 woe,] 345 her,] 350 rather,] 
 
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 Marq. The world ftill lookes a fquint^ & I deride 
 His purblind iudgement; Gririill is my Bride. 
 365Janicola^ and Laureo: father^ brother, 
 
 You and your Son[,] grac'd with our royall fauour, 
 Shall Hue to outweare time in happines. 
 
 Enter Babulo. 
 
 Ba. Marter|,| I haue made a good fire: lirha Grifrill, the 
 firhe I—] 
 370 Ian. Fall on thy knees thou foole: fee heeres our duke[.] 
 
 Ba. I haue not offended him, therefore He not ducke and 
 he were ten Dukes. He kneele to none but God and my 
 Prince. 
 
 Lau. This is thy Prince, be filent Babulo ! 
 375 Bab. Silence is a vertue, marie tis a dumbe vertue: I 
 loue vertue that Ipeakes, and has a long tongue like a bel- 
 weather, to leade other vertues after: if he be a Prince, I 
 hope hee is not Prince ouer my tongue; snailes, wherefore 
 come all thefe: Mafter[,] heeres not fifh enough for vs. 
 380 Sirha GrifIill[,J the fire burnes out. 
 
 Marq. Tell me my loue[,] what pleafant fellow is this? 
 
 Gri. My aged Fathers feruant[,] my gracious Lorde. 
 
 Bab. How, my loue: mafter[,J a worde to y^ wife, fcillicet 
 me[,] my loue. 
 385 Marq. Whats his name? 
 
 Bab. Babulo Sir is my name. 
 
 Marq. Why doft thou tremble fo? we are al thy friends. 
 
 Bab. Its hard fir for this motley lerkin, to find friendfhip 
 with this fine doublet. 
 390 Marq. Iamcola[,] bring him to Court with thee. 
 
 Bab. You may be afham'd to lay fuch knauifh burden 
 vppon olde ages fhoulders: but I fee they are ftooping a little, 
 all crie downe with him: He fhall not bring me fir, ile carrie 
 my felfe. 
 395 Marq. I pray thee doe, Ile haue thee Hue at court. 
 
 Ba. I haue a better trade fir, bafketmaking. 
 
 Marq. Griffill|,l I like thy mans fimplicitie, 
 
 364 Bride,] 378 tonge,] 379 vs,] 385 name,] 395 court,] 
 396 bafketmaking,] 
 
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 Still fhall he be thy feruant[.] Babulo, 
 
 Griffill[,] thy miftrelle, now fhall be my wife. 
 
 400 Bab. I thinke firf,] I am a fitter hufband for her. 
 
 Marq. Why fhouldft thou think [so?| I wil make her rich. 
 
 Bab. Thats al one fir, beggers are fit for beggers, getle- 
 
 folkes for getlefolkes : I am afraid y* this woder of y« rich 
 
 louing y« poor, wil laft but nine dales: old M.[,] bid this 
 
 405merrie gentlema home to dinner, you fhal haue a good difh 
 
 of fifh fir: & thank him for his good wil to your daughter 
 
 Grif.[;] for ile be hagd if he do not (as many rich cogging 
 
 marchats now a dales doe when they haue got what they 
 
 would) giue her the belles, let her flye. 
 
 410 Gri. Oh beare my Lord with his intemperate tongue[.l 
 
 Marq. Grifiill, I take delight to heare him talke. 
 
 Bab. I, I, y'oare beft take mee vp for your foole: are 
 
 not you he, that came fpeaking lb to Griffill heere? doe you 
 
 remember how I knockt you once for offering to haue a licke 
 
 415 at her lips ? 
 
 Marq. I doe remember it and for thy paines, 
 
 A golden recompence ile giue to thee. 
 
 Bab. Why doe, and ile knock you as often as you lift. 
 
 Marq. Grinill[,] this merrie fellow fhall be mine, 
 
 420 But we forget our felues, the dale growes olde. 
 
 Come Lords[,] cheare vp your lookes & with faire smiles, 
 
 Grace our intended nuptials: time may come, 
 
 When all commaunding loue your hearts fubdue, 
 
 The Marqueffe may performe as much for you. 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Farneze, Vrcenze, and Rice meeting them running. 
 
 425 Far. Rice[,] how now man? whether art {)^ gallopping? 
 
 Ric. Faith euen to finde a full maunger: my teeth water 
 
 till I be mounching, I haue bin at the Cutlers, to bid him 
 
 bring away Sir Owens rapier, and I am ambling home thus 
 
 fast, for feare I am driuen to faft. 
 430 Vrc. But Sirha Rice, when's the day? will not thy 
 
 mafter Sir Owen and Signior Emulo fight? 
 
 401 think, I] so von Coll. eingesetzt. 408 Die Klammer steht im 
 alien DrucJce hinter marchats. 409 would,] 413 fo? to Griffill heere,] 
 415 lips.] 
 
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 Ric. No, for Signior Emulo lias warn'd my Mafter to the 
 court of Confcience, and tlieres an order fet downe, that the 
 coward fhall pay my Mafter good words weekeliC; till the 
 435 debt of his choller be runne out. 
 
 Far. Excellent^ but did not Emulo write a challenge to 
 Sir Owen[?| 
 
 Eice. No[,] he fent a terrible one^ but hee gaue a fexton 
 of a Church a groate to write it, and hee (et his marke to it; 
 440 for the gull can neither write nor reade. 
 
 Vrc. Ha ha, not write and reade? why|V| T haue feene him 
 pul out a bundle of lonnets writen, & read them to Ladies. 
 
 Far. He got the by heart Vrcenze, & fo deceiu'd the poor 
 foules: as a gallant whome I know, cozens others: for my 
 445 brifke spagled babie will come into a Stationers f hop, call for 
 a ftoole and a cufhion, and then afking for fome greeke 
 Poet, to him he falles, and there he grumbles God knowes 
 what, but He be fworne he knowes not fo much as one 
 Character of the tongue. 
 450 Ric. Why[,] then its greeke to him. 
 
 Far. Ha, ha, Emulo not write and read? 
 Ric. Not a letter and you would hang him. 
 Vrc. Then heele neuer be faued by his book. 
 Ric. No|,J nor by his good workes, for heele doe none. 
 455 Signiors both, I commend you to the fkies, I commit you to 
 God, adew. 
 Far. Nay fweet Rice[,J a little more. 
 
 Ric. A little more will make me a great deale leffe, 
 houfe keeping you know is out of fafhion: unlelTe I ride poTt, 
 460 1 kiffe the poft: in a worde ile tell you all, challenge was 
 fent, anfwered no fight, no kill, all friends, all fooles, Emulo 
 coward. Sir Owen braue man, farewell, dinner, hungrier little 
 cheare, great great ftomacke, meate, meat, meate, mouth, 
 mouth, mouth, adue, adue, adue. 
 
 [Exit. 
 465 Vrc. Ha, ha, adue Rice, Sir Owen belike keepes a leane 
 Kitchin. 
 
 Far. What els man[?l thats one of the miferable vowes 
 he makes when hee's dubd : yet he doth but as manie of his 
 
 441 Ric] Coll 457 more,] 
 
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 brother knights doe, keepe an ordinarie table for him and his 
 
 470 long coate follower. 
 
 Vrc. That long coate makes the mafter a little king, for 
 wherfoeuer his piece of a follower comes hopping after him, 
 hees fiire of a double giiarde. 
 
 Far. He fet fome of the Pages vpon thy Ikirts for this. 
 
 475 Vrc. I Ihall feele them no more then fo many fleas, there- 
 fore I care not : but Farneze[,] youle prooue a moft accomplifht 
 coxecombe. 
 
 Far. Oh olde touch lad, this yonker is right Trinidado|,] 
 pure leafe Tobacco, for indeed hee's nothing[:] purffe, reeke, 
 
 480 and would be tried (not by God and his countrie) but by fire, 
 the verie Ibule of his fubftance and needes would conuert 
 into fmoke. 
 
 Vrc. Hee's Steele to the backe you fee, for he writes 
 Challenges. 
 
 485 Far. True, and Iron to the head, oh theres a rich leaden 
 minerall amongft his braines, if his fkull were well digd. 
 Sirha Vrcence, this is one of thofe changeable Silke gallants, 
 who in a verie fcuruie prid, fcorne al fchollers, and reade no 
 bookes but a looking glaffe, and fpeake no language but 
 
 490fweet Lady, and (weet Signior[,] and chew between their 
 teeth terrible words, as though they would coiiiure, as com- 
 plement and Proiects, and Faftidious, & Caprichious, and 
 Mifprizian, and the Sintherefis of the foule, and fuch like 
 raife veluet tearmes. 
 
 495 Vrc. What be the accoutremets now of thefe gallats? 
 
 Far. Indeed thats one of their fuftia outladifh phrafesto, 
 marrie fir[,] their accoutremets, are al ]}® fatalticke fafhions, 
 l)t can be taken vp, either vpo truft or at fecond hand. 
 Vrc. Whats their quallities? 
 
 500 Far. None good, thefe are the belt: to make good faces: 
 to take Tobacco well, to fpit well, to laugh like a wayting 
 Gentlewoman, to lie well, to blufh for nothing, to looke big 
 vpon little fellowes, to fcoffe with a grace, though they haue 
 a verie filthie grace in fcoffing, and for a neede to ride prettie 
 
 505 and well. 
 
 486 digd,] 488 alschollers,] Coll. 495 accoutremets] Coll 497 accon- 
 tremets,] Coll. 502 Genllewoman,] Coll. 503 haiie] Coll. 
 
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 Vrc. They cannot choofe but ride well^ becaufe euerie 
 good wit rides them. 
 
 Far. Heere's the difference, that they ride vpon horfes, 
 
 and when they are ridden[j] they are fpur'd for affes; fo they 
 
 510 can crie wighee and hollow kicking iade, they care not if 
 
 they liaue no more learning then a lade. 
 
 Enter Emuloe8[,] Sir Owen talking, Rice after them eating fecretly. 
 
 Vrc. No more of thefe ladifh tricks: heere comes the 
 hohbie horfe. 
 
 Far. Oh he wonld daunce a morrice rarely if hee were 
 515 hung with belles. 
 
 Vrc. He would iangle vilanoufly. 
 
 Far. Peace[,] lets incounter them. 
 
 S. 0. By Cod Sir EmuloeS; fir Owen is clad out a crie, 
 
 becauf is friends with her, for Sir Owen fweare, did her not 
 
 520 fweare, Rice ? 
 
 Ric. Yes forfooth. 
 
 Spits out his meate. 
 
 S. Ow. By Cod[,] is fweare terrible to knog her pade, and 
 fling her fpingle legs at plum trees, when her come to fall to 
 hur tagger and fencing trigs, yes faith, and to breag her 
 525 f bins f,] did her not Rice? 
 
 Ric. Y^s by my troth Sir. 
 
 S. Ow. By Cods vdge me|,] is all true , and to giue her 
 
 a great teale of blouddie nofe, becaufe Sir Emuloes you 
 
 fhallenge the prittifh Knight. Rice you knowe Sir Owen 
 
 53Q fhentleman firft, and fecondly knight, what apox ale you Rice, 
 
 is fhoke now? 
 
 Ric. No Iir|,| I haue my flue fences and am as wel as 
 any man. 
 
 S. 0. Weill,] here is hand, now is mighty friends. 
 535 Emu. Sir Owen f— | 
 
 Far. Now the gallimaufrie of language comes in. 
 
 Emu. I proteft to you, the magnitude of my condolement, 
 hath bin eleuated the higher to fee you and my felfe, two 
 gentlemen [— ] 
 54Q S. Ow. Nay tis well kuowne Sir Owen is good fhentle- 
 man, is not|,| Rice? 
 
 509 affes,] 511 hawe] Coll. 521 In der Buhnenanweimng Spit] 
 Coll. 529 Knight,] 539 gentlemen.] 
 
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 Ric. He that f hall deny it Sir[,] ile make him eate his words. 
 
 Emu. Good friend^ I am not in the Negatiue[:] ,bee' not 
 fo Caprichious, you milprize me, my collocution tedeth to 
 545 S. Owens dignifiing. 
 
 Far. Lets ftep in. God faue you Singnior Emulo. 
 
 Vrc. Well encountred S. Owen. 
 
 S. 0. Owe, how do you[?] S. Em. is Trends out a cry 
 now[;] but Emuloes[,] take heede, you match no more lone 
 550 trigs to widdow Gwenthyans, by Cod vrdge me, that doe lo 
 muft knoge her, lee you nowe? 
 
 Em. Not fo tempeftious Iweet knight: though to my difcon- 
 folation, I will obliuionize my loue to the welch widdowe, 
 and doe heere proclaime my delinquirhment, but fweet Signior[,] 
 555 be not to Diogenicall to me. 
 
 Sir 0. Ha ha[,] is knowe not what genicalls meane, but Sir 
 Owen will genicall her, and her tag her genicalling Gwenthyan. 
 
 Far. Nay faith[,] weele haue you found friends indeede, 
 otherwife you know, Signior Emulo, if you fhould beare all 
 560 the wrongs, you would be out Athlaffed. 
 
 Emu. Mo ft true. 
 
 Sir 0. By god[,] is out a crie friends, but harg Farneze, 
 Vrcenze[,] twag a great teale to Emuloes : Ow. is great teale 
 of trends: ha ha[,l is tell fine admirable fheft, by Cod[,] 
 565 Emuloes, for feare S. Owen, knog her f hines, is tell. Sir Owen 
 by tozen shentlemen[,] her pooets is put about with lathes, 
 ha, ha, ferge her[,] ferge her. 
 
 Fa. No more[,] tell Vrcenze of it: w^hy fhould you two 
 fall out for the loue of a woman, confidering what ftore we 
 570 haue of them? Sir Emulof,] I gratulate your peace, your 
 company you know^ is precious to vs, and weele bee merrie, 
 and ride abroad: before god[,] now I talke of riding, Sir 
 Owen me thinkes has an excellent boote. 
 
 Vrc. His leg graces the boote. 
 575 S. Ow. By God[,] is fine leg and fine poote to: but Emulas 
 leg is petter, and finer, and fhenglier fkin to weare. 
 
 Emu. I bought them of a pennurious Cordwainer, & they 
 are the moft incongruent that ere I ware. 
 
 546 Lets ftep in,] 560 our statt out] Coll. 565 S. Owen,] 
 
 2* 
 
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 S. Own. Congruent? rploud[,] what leather is congruent, 
 580 fpanirh leather ? 
 
 Emu. Ha ha, well Gentlemen[,] I haue other proiects 
 becken for me, I muft difgrefle from this bias, and leaue you: 
 accept I befeech you of this vulgar and domeftick complement. 
 
 Whilft they are falutiiig, Sir Owen gets to Emuloes leg and puis 
 downe his Boote. 
 
 Sir 0. Pray Emuloes|,] let her fee her congruente leather[;) 
 585 ha ha, owe what a pox is heere: ha, ha|,) is mag a wall 
 to her fhins, for keeb her warme? 
 
 Fa. Whats heer[,] lathes? where's the lime & hair Emulo? 
 
 Ric. Oh rare, is this to faue his Ihins? 
 
 S. Ow. Ha, ha, Eice[,| goe call Gwenthyan. 
 590 Ric. I will malter[:] dahoma, Gwenthyan[,] dahoma? 
 
 S. Ow. A pogs on her[,] goe fedge her and call her within. 
 
 Ric. I am gone fir. 
 
 [Exit Rice. 
 
 Fa. Nay fir Owen[,] what meane you? 
 
 S. Ow. By Cod[,] is meane ta let Gwenthyan fee what 
 
 595bobie foole loue her, a pogs on you. 
 
 Emu. Sir Owen and Signiors both, doe not expatiate my 
 
 obloquie, my loue fhall bee fo fa ft conglutinated to you. 
 
 S. Ow. Cods plud, you call her gluttons? Gwenthyan, 
 
 fo ho Gwenthyan? 
 
 QQQ Emu. He not difgeft this pill, Signiors, adieu. 
 
 You are Faftidious and I banifh you. 
 
 [Exit Emnlo. 
 
 Enter Gwenthyan. 
 
 Fa. Gods fo, heere comes the widdow, but in faith Sir 
 Owen[,] fay nothing of this. 
 
 S. Ow. No|,| goe to the! by Cod[,l Sir Owen beare as 
 gQ5praue minde as Emprour. 
 
 Gwe. Who calles Gwenthyan fo great teale of time? 
 
 Vrc. Sweet widdow|,] euen your countrieman heere. 
 
 S. Ow. Belly the ruddo whee: wrage witho, Mandag eny 
 Mou dujac whellock en wea awh. 
 610 ^we. Sir Owen|,J gramarrye whee: Gwenthyan Mandage 
 eny, ac wellock en Thawen en ryn mogh. 
 
 587 Emulo,] 589 Gwenthyan,] 598 gluttons,] 604 the,] 
 
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 Far. Muudage Thlawen, oh my good widdow|,| gabble 
 that we may vnderftand you, and haue at you. 
 
 S. Ow. Haue at her: nay by Cod[,l is no haue at her to. 
 61518 tawge in her prittilh tongue, for tis fine delicates tongue, 
 I can tell her: welfhe tongue is finer as greeke tongue. 
 
 Far. A bakte Neates tongue is finer then both. 
 
 S. Ow. But what faies Gwenthyans now? will haue Sir 
 Owen? Sir Owen is knowne for a wifelie man, as any fince 
 620 Adam and Eues time, and that is by Gods vdge me a great 
 teale agoe. 
 
 Vrc. I thinke Salomon was wifer then Sir Owen. 
 
 S. Ow. Salomons had prettie wit: but what fay you to 
 King Tauie: King Tauie is well knowne was as good muli- 
 625 tions, as the peft fidler in aul Italie, and King Tauie was Sir 
 Owens countrieman, yes truely a prettifh fhentlemen porne, 
 and did twinckle, twinckle, twinckle, out a crie vpon welfh- 
 harpe, and tis knowne Tauie loue Mistris Perfabe, as Sir 
 Owen loues Gwenthyan: will her haue Sir Owen now? 
 630 Far. Faith widdow[,] take him, Sir owen is a tall man I 
 can tell you. 
 
 S. ow. Tall man, as God vnde mee, her thinke the prittifh 
 fhentleman is faliant as Mars[,] that is [— ] the fine knaues, 
 the poets fay [— ] the God of pribles & prables. I hope wid- 
 635 dowe[, I you fee little more in Sir owen then in Sir Emuloes ; 
 fay fhall her haue her now? tis faliant, as can defire, I 
 warrant her. 
 
 Gw. Sir Owen, Sir Owen, tis not for faliant, Gwenthyan 
 care lb much, but for honeft and fertuous, and louing and 
 640pundall to leade her haue her will. 
 
 S. owe. God vdge mee, tage her away to her hufband, 
 and is led her haue her will owd a crie, yet by God is pridle 
 her well enoughe. 
 
 Gw. Well S. owen, Gwenthyan is going to her cozen 
 645 Gualther the Duke , for you knowe is her neere cozen by 
 marriage, by tother hufband that pring her from Wales. 
 
 ow. By Cod|,] Wales is better countrie than Italics, a great 
 teale lb better. 
 
 614 to,] 616 her.] 619 Owen,] 633 fhentleman,] 634 prables,] 
 635 Emuloes,] 636 her? haue her now,] 
 
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 Gw. Now if her cozen Gwalther fay Gwenthyan[,] tage 
 
 650 ths pritifh knight, fhall loue her diggon: but miift haue her 
 
 good will: marg your thad Sir owen. 
 
 ow. Owe whats elfe: Sir owen marg })* ferrewel, yet fhall 
 
 tage her downe quiglie inough; come widdowe[Vl will wag to 
 
 the coward, now to her cozen, and bid her cozen tell her 
 
 655 minde of Sir owen. 
 
 Gw. Youle man Gwenthyan Sir owen? 
 
 ow. Yes by Codf,J and prauely to; come Shentlemans[J 
 
 you'le tag paines to goe with her. 
 
 Far. Weele follow you prefently Sir owen, 
 
 660 S. ow. Come widdow: Vn loddis Glane Gwethya a mondu. 
 
 Gw. Gramercie wheeh. Am a Mock honnoh. 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 
 Far. So this wil be rare: Sirrah Vrcenze, at the marriage 
 night of thefe two, infteede of lo Hymen, we fhall heere hey 
 ho Hiemen, their loue will bee like a great fire made of bay 
 6651eaues, that yeeldes nothing but cracking noife, noife. 
 
 Vrc. If fhe miffe his crowne[,] tis no matter for crackking. 
 
 Far. So fhe foader it againe, it will paffe currant. 
 
 Enter Onophrio and lulia walking ouer the Stage. 
 
 Vrc. Peace[,] heere comes our faire miftris. 
 
 Far. Lets haue a fling at her. 
 670 Vrc. So you may, but the hardnes is to hit her. 
 
 Ono. Farewel[!] Farneze[,| you atted wel vpo your miftris. 
 
 lul. Nay, nay, their wages fhall be of the fame colour 
 that their feruice is of. 
 
 Far. Faith miftris|,] would you had trauelled a litile 
 675fooner this way, you fhould haue feene a rare comedy acted 
 by Emulo. 
 
 Vrc. Euerie courteous mouth will be a ftage for that, 
 rather tell her of the welch tragedie that's towards. 
 ' lul. What Tragedie? 
 680 Far. Sir Owen I'hall marrie your couzen Gwenthyan. 
 
 lul. Ift poffible: oh they two will beget braue warriours: 
 for if fhe scolde[,] heele fight, and if he quarrell[,J fheele take 
 
 653 inough,] 657 to,] 658 her?] 666 crackking,] 671 miftris,] 
 680 Gwenthyan,] 
 
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 vp the bucklers: Hiee's fire and hee's brimftone, muft not 
 there be hot doeings then[,) thinke you? 
 685 On. Theyle prooue Turtles, for their hearts being lb like, 
 they cannot choole but bee loning. 
 
 lul. Turtles: Turkie-cocks, for Gods loue[,] lets intreate 
 
 the Duke my brother, to make a lawe, that where foeuer Sir 
 
 Owen and his Ladie dwell, the next neighbour may alwaies 
 
 690 be Conftable, leaft the peace bee broken, for theyle doe 
 
 nothing but crye arme, arme, arme. 
 
 Far. I thinke fir Owen would die rather then loofe her loue. 
 
 lul. So thinke not I. 
 
 On. I fhould for lulia, if 1 were Julies hufband. 
 695 lul. Therefore lulia fhal not be Onophries wife, for He 
 haue none die for me. I like not that coloure. 
 
 Far. Yes[,] for your loue you would lulia. 
 
 lul. No[,] nor yet for my hate Farneze. 
 
 Vrc. Would you not haue men loue you fweet miftris? 
 700 lul. No[,] not I, fye vpon it fweet feruant. 
 
 On. Would you wifh men to hate you? 
 
 lul. Yes[,] rather then loue me, of al faints I loue not to 
 ferue miftris Venus. 
 
 Far. Then I perceiue you raeane to leade apes in hell. 
 705 lul. That fpiteful prouerbe was proclaim'd againft them 
 that are marryed vpon earth, for to be married is to Hue in 
 a kinde of hell. 
 
 Far. I[,] as they doe at barlibreake. 
 
 lul. Your wife is your ape, and that heauie burthen 
 710wedlocke, your lacke an Apes clog, therefore ile not bee 
 tyed too, t: Mafter Farneze, (weet virginitie is that inuifible 
 God-head that turns vs into Angells, that makes vs faints 
 on earth and ftarres in heauen: heere Virgins leeme goodly, 
 but there glorious : In heauen is no wooing[,] yet all there are 
 7151ouely: in heauen are no weddings[,] yet al there are 
 loners. 
 
 On. Let us[,J fweet Madame[,] turne earth into heauen, 
 by being all louers heere to. 
 
 lul. So we doe[,] to an earthly heauen we turne it. 
 
 687 louelets] 688 tomake] 690 theyl'e] 704 prceiue] Coll. 
 
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 720 On. Nay[,J but deare lulia, tel vs why Co much you hate, 
 to enter into the lifts of this fame combat[,l Matrimonie? 
 
 lul. You may well call that a combat, for indeede mar- 
 riage is nothing elfe. but a battaile of loue, a friendly fighting, 
 a kinde of fauourable terrible warre: but you erre Onophrio 
 725 in thinking I hate it|:l I deale by marriage as fome Indians 
 doe [byj the Sunne, adore it, and reuerence it, but dare not 
 ftare on it, for feare I be ftarke blinde: you three are 
 batchellers, and being licke of this maiden -head, count al 
 thinges bitter, which the phificke of a fingle life minnifters 
 730 vnto you : you imagine if you could mak the armes of faire 
 Ladies the fpheres of your hearts, good hearts, then you were 
 in heauen: oh but Batchilers[,] take heede, you are no fooner 
 in that heauen, but you ftraite flip into hell. 
 Far. As long as I haue a beautifull Ladie to torment me, 
 735 I care not. 
 
 Vrc. Nor I[,] the fweetnes of her lookes fhall make me 
 rellifh any punnifhment. 
 
 On. Except the punnifhment of the horne[,] VrcenzC; put 
 
 that in. 
 
 740 lul. Nay hee were beft put that by: Lord, Lord, fee what 
 
 vnthrifts this loue makes vs? if he once but get into our 
 
 mouthes, hee labours to turne oar tongues to clappers, and to 
 
 ring all in, at Cupids Church when we were better to bite off 
 
 our togues, fo we may thru ft him out, Cupid is fworne enemie 
 
 745 to time, & he that loofeth time I can tell you loofeth a friend. 
 
 Fa, I, a bald friend. 
 
 lu. Therefore my good feruantsl,] if you weare my liuerie, 
 caft of this loofe vpper coate of loue: bee afhamde to waite 
 vppon a boy, a wag, a blinde boy, a wanton: My brother 
 750 the Duke wants our companies, tis Idlenes and loue, makes 
 you captaines to this folitarines, followe me & loue not, & 
 lie teach you how to find libertie. 
 All. We obey to follow you, but not to loue you, no[,] 
 
 renounce that obedience. 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 
 Enter the Marquefre and Furio. 
 755 Marq. Furio. 
 Fur. My Lorde. 
 721 Martiraonie] 726 [by] von Coll. eingesetzt. 745 afriend.] 747 if,] 
 
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 Marq. Thy faith I oft haue tride, thy faith I credite[, 
 
 For I haue found it follid as the rocke: 
 
 No babbling- eccho fits vpon thy lips, 
 760 For filence euen in fpeach, doth feale them vp. 
 
 Wilt thou be truftie Furio to thy Lorde? 
 Fur. I will. 
 Marq. It is enough, thofe words I will, 
 
 Yeelds fweeter muficke then the gilded founds, 
 
 Which chatting parrats[,] long toung'd ficophants, 
 765 Send from the organs of their liren voice. 
 
 Griffill my wife thou feeft beare in her wombe, 
 
 The ioy of marriage: Furio[,] I proteft. 
 
 My loue to her is as the heate to fire, 
 
 Her loue to mee as beautie to the Sunne, 
 770 (Infeperable adiuncts)]:] in one word. 
 
 So dearely loue I Griffill, that my life 
 
 Shall end, when fhe doth ende to be my wife. 
 Fur. Tis well done. 
 
 Marq. Yet is my bofome burnt vp with defires, 
 775 To trie my Griffils patience. He put on 
 
 A wrinckled forehead, and turne both mine eyes 
 
 Into two balles of fire, and clafpe my hand 
 
 Like to a mace of Iron, to threaten death. 
 
 But Furio[,] when that hand lifts vp to ftrike, 
 780 It fhall flie open to embrace my loue. 
 
 Yet Griffill muft not knowe this: all my words, 
 
 Shall fmack of wormewood, all my deeds of gall, 
 
 My tongue fhall iarre, my hart be muficall, 
 
 Yet Griffill muft not knowe this. 
 
 Enter Griffill. 
 
 Fur. Not for me. 
 
 785 Marq. Furio[,] My triall is thy fecrecie. 
 
 Yonder fhe comes: on goes this mafke of frownes, 
 Tell her I am angrie: men men[,] trie your wiues, 
 Loue that abides fharpe tempefts, fweetely thriues. 
 
 Fur. My Lorde is angry. 
 
 760 vp,] 765 voice,] 776 eyes,] 784 this?] 
 
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 790 Grif. Angry? the heaues fore fed: with who? for what? 
 Is it with mee? 
 
 Fur. Not me. 
 
 Grif. May I prefume; 
 
 To touch the vaine of that fad difcontent, 
 Which fwels vpon my deare Lords angrie browe? 
 
 Marq. Away away ! 
 
 Grif. Oh chide me not away, 
 
 795 Your handmaid GrilTill with vnuexed thoughts, 
 And with an vnrepining foule, will beare 
 The burden of all forrowes, of all woe, 
 Before the fmalleft griefe fhould wound you fo. 
 
 Marq. I am not beholding to your loue for this, 
 800 Woman I loue thee not, thine eyes to mine 
 Are eyes of Balilifkes, they murder me. 
 
 Grif. Suffer me to part hence, He teare them out, 
 Becaufe they worke fuch treafon to my loue. 
 
 Marq. Talke not of loue|,] I hate thee more the poyfon 
 805 That ftickes vpon the aires infected winges, 
 Exhald vp by the hot breath of the Sunne. 
 Tis for thy fake that Ipeckled infamie. 
 Sits like a fcreech-owle on my honoured breft, 
 To make my fubiects ftare and mocke at mee. 
 810 They fweare theyle neuer bend their awfull knees 
 To the bafe iffue of thy begger wombe, 
 Tis for thy fake they curfe me, raile at me: 
 Thinkft thou then I can loue thee|?| (oh my foule) 
 Why didft thou builde this mountaine of my fhame, 
 815 Why lye my ioyes buried in Griffills name ? 
 
 Gri. My gracious Lorde |— ] 
 
 Marq. Call not me gracious Lorde, 
 
 See woman|,| heere hangs vp thine aunceftrie. 
 The monuments of thy nobillitie. 
 This is thy ruffet gentrie, coate, and creft[:] 
 820 Thy earthen honors I will neuer hide, 
 Becaufe this bridle fhall pull in thy pride. 
 
 794 Away away,] 806 Sunne,] 809 mee,] 810 knees,] 812 raile 
 at me,] 816 Lorde] 
 
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 Grif. Poore GrilTill is not proud of thefe attires, 
 They are to me but as your liuerie, 
 And from your humble reruant[,l when you pleafe, 
 825 You may take all this outiide, which, indeede 
 Is none of Griflills, her beft wealth is neede. 
 He caft this gaynelTe of, and be content 
 To weare this ruffet brauerie of my owne, 
 For thats more warme then this. I fhall looke olde, 
 830 No fooner in courfe freeze then cloth of golde. 
 
 Marq. Spite of my foule fheele triumph ouer mee. 
 
 Fur. Your gloue my Lord. 
 
 Marq. Caft downe my gloue againe, 
 
 Stoope you for it, for I will haue you ftoope, 
 And kneele euen to the meaneft groome I keepe. 
 835 Grif. Tis but my duetie[;] if youle haue me ftoope, 
 Euen to your meaneft groome my Lord ile ftoope. 
 
 Marq. Furio[,] how flouenly thou goeft attir'd? 
 
 Fu. Why fo my lorde? 
 
 Marq. Looke heere[,] thy fhooes are both vntide, 
 840 Griffillf;] kneele you and tye them. 
 
 Fur. Pardon me. 
 
 Marq. Quickely I charge you. 
 
 Grif. Friend[/| you doe me wrong, 
 
 To let me holde my Lord in wrath so long, 
 Stand ftiliy lie kneele and tye them: w^hat I doe 
 Furio tis done to him and not to you. 
 
 Tyes them. 
 
 845 Fur. Tis fo. 
 
 Marq. Oh ftrange[,] oh admirall patience, 
 I feare when Griffills bones fleepe in her graue, 
 The world a fecond Griffill nere will haue. 
 Now get you in. 
 
 Grif. I goe my gracious Lord. 
 
 [Exit. 
 
 850 Marq. Didft thou not here her figh, did not one frown 
 Contract her beautious forehead? 
 Yhy, I ^^w none. 
 
 826 neede,] 829 this,] 836 ftoope,] 841 I charge you,] 844 in 
 der Biihnenanweisung Tye] Coll 848 haue,] 851 forehead.] 
 
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 Marq. Did not one drop fal downe fro forrowes eies, 
 To blame my heart for thefe her iniuries? 
 
 Fur. Faith not a drop, I feare fheele frowne on mec, 
 855 For doeing mee feruice. 
 
 Marq. Fnrio[,] that ile trie^ 
 
 My voice may yet ore-take her: Griffill^ Griffill? 
 
 Enter Griffill. 
 
 Fur. She comes at firft call. 
 
 Grif. Did my Lorde call? 
 
 Marq. Woman], | I cald thee not, 
 
 I faid this flaue was like to Griffill, Griffill, 
 860 And muft you therefore come to torture mee? 
 Nay ftay[:j here's a companion fit for you. 
 Thou vexeft me, fo doth this villaine to, 
 But ere the Sun to his higheft throne afcend. 
 My indignation in his death fhall end. 
 865 Grif. Oh pardone him my Lord, for mercies wings 
 Beares round about the world the fame of Kings, 
 Temper your wrath[,] I beg it on my knee, 
 Forgiue his fault though youle not pardon mee. 
 
 Marq. Thanke her. 
 
 Fu. Thankes Madame. 
 
 Marq. I haue not true power, 
 
 870 To wound thee with deniall : oh my Griffill, 
 How dearely fhould I loue thee. 
 Yea die to doe thee good, but that my fubiects 
 Upbraid me with thy birth, and call it bafe. 
 And grieue to fee thy Father and thy Brother 
 875 Heau'de vp to dignities. 
 
 Grif. Oh caft them downe. 
 
 And fend poore Griffill poorely home againe, 
 High Cedars fall, when lowe fhrubs fafe remaine. 
 Enter at tlie fame doore Mario and Lepido. 
 
 Marq. Fetch me a cup of wine. 
 
 [Exit Griffill. 
 Fur. Shees a faint fure. 
 
 855 feruice?] 861 you,] 868 mee,] 870 deniall,] 878 Mari. 
 atatt Marq.] — Exit {ohne Griffill) steht liinter V. 877] Coll. 
 
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 Marq. Oh Furio[,l now ile boaft that I haue found 
 880 An Angell vpon earth: fhee fhalbe cround 
 The empreffe of all women. Lepido? 
 Mario? what was fhe that pafled by you? 
 
 Both. Your vertuous wife. 
 
 Marq. Call her not vertuous, 
 
 For I abhorre her, did not her fwolne eyes 
 885Looke red with hate or fcorne? Did fhe not curfe 
 My name or Furioes name? 
 
 Mari. No my deare Lord. 
 
 Marq. For he and I raild at her, fpit at her, 
 lie burft her heart with Ibrrow', for I grieue 
 To fee you grieue that I haue wrong'd my ftate, 
 890 By louiug one whofe bafenes now I hate. 
 
 Enter Griffill with wine. 
 Come fafter if you can: forbeare Mario, 
 Tis but her office: what fhe does to mee. 
 She Shall performe to any of you three. 
 Ile drinke[.| 
 895 • Lep. I am glad to fee her pride thus trampled downe|.| 
 
 Marq. Now ferue Mario, then ferue Lepido: 
 And as you bowe to me, fo bend to them. 
 
 Grif. lie not deni't to win a diademe. 
 
 Mari. Your wifdome I commend that haue J)« power 
 900 To raife or throw downe as you fmile or lower. 
 
 Grif. Your patience I commend that can abide, 
 To heare a flatterer fpeake[,] yet neuer chide. 
 
 Marq. Hence, hence[!] dare you controule the whome I grace[?] 
 Come not within my fight. 
 
 Grif. I will obey, 
 
 905 And if you pleafe, nere more beholde the day. 
 
 [Exit. 
 Marq. Furio? 
 . Fur. My Lorde. 
 
 Marq. Watch her where fhe goes, 
 
 And marke how in her lookes this tryeall fhewes. 
 
 Fur. I willM 
 '-^ [Exit. 
 
 879 found,] 891 can,] 893 three,] 894 steht am Ende von 892] 
 906 Lorde,] 
 
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 Marq. Mario, Lepido, I loath this Griflill, 
 910 As ficke men loath the bittereft potion 
 
 Which the Phifitions hand holdes out to them. 
 For Gods lake frowne vpon her when fhe fmiles, 
 For Gods fake fmile for ioy to fee her frowne, 
 For Gods fake fcorne her, call her beggers brat, 
 915 Torment her with your lookes, your words[/J your deedes, 
 My heart fhall leape for ioy, that her heart bleedes, 
 Wilt thou doe this Mario? 
 
 Mari. If you fay, 
 
 Mario, doe this[,] I muft in it obey. 
 
 Marq. I know you muft, fo Lepido[,] muft you[.] 
 920 Tis well; but counfell me whats beft to doe. 
 How fhall I pleafe my fubiects? doe but fpeake. 
 He doe it though Griffils heart in funder breake. 
 
 Lepi. Your fubiects doe repine at nothing more, 
 Then to beholde lanicolaf,] her Father, 
 925 And her bafe brother lifted vp fo high. 
 
 Mari. To banifh them from Court were pollicie. 
 
 Marq. Oh rare, oh profound wifedome! deare Mario, • 
 
 It foorthwith fhall be done, they fhall not ftay. 
 
 Though I may win by them a Kingdomes fway. 
 
 [Exit. 
 
 930 Lep. Mario[,] laugh at this. 
 
 Ma. Why fo I doe. 
 
 Hedlong I had rather fall to miferie 
 
 Than fee a begger raif'd to dignitie. 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Babulo finging with a boy after Inm. 
 
 Bab. Boy[,] how fits my rapier: la fol|,] la fol. &c. 
 Boy. It hangs as euen as a chandlers beame. 
 935 Bab. Some of them deferue to hang vpon a beame for 
 that euennes, boy[,] learne to giue euery man his due, giue 
 the hangman his due, for hee's a neceffary member. 
 Boy. Thats true, for he cuts of manie wicked mebers. 
 Bab. Hees an excellent barber, he fhaues moft cleanly[.] 
 940 But page|,| how doft thou like the Court? 
 Boy. Prettilie and fo. 
 
 911 them,] 916 bleedes,] 927^ wifedome,] 929 fway,] 931 miferie.] 
 941 fo,] 
 
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 Bab. Faith fo doe If,] pretlie and fo : I am wearie of being 
 a Courtiour Boy. 
 Boy. That you cannot bee Mafter, for you are but a 
 945 Courtiers man. 
 
 Bab. Thou faift true & thou art the Courtiers mans boy, 
 fo thou art a courtier in decimo sexto[,J in the leaft vohime, 
 or a courtier at the third hand, or a courtier by reuerfion, 
 or a courtier three defcents remoued, or a courtier in minoritie 
 950 or an vnder Courtier or a courtier in poffe, and I thie Mafter 
 in ei\e. 
 Boy. A poffe an ei:k non e^te argumentumf,] Mafter. 
 Bab. Thou haft to much wit to be fo little , but imitation, 
 imitation, is his good Lord and Mafter. 
 
 Enter Ianicola[,] Laureo and Furio. 
 955 lani. Banifht from Court, oh what haue wee mifdone? 
 
 Lau. What haue wee done, wee muft bee thus difgraced? 
 Fu. I know not, but you are beft packe, tis my Lords 
 will, and thats law, I muft vncafe you: your beft courfe is 
 to fall to your owne trades. 
 960 Ba. Sirra, what art thou[?] a Broker? 
 Fu. No, how then? I am a Gentleman. 
 Ba. Th'art a lewe, th'art a Pagan: how darft thou leaue 
 them without a cloke for the raine, whe his daughter, and 
 his fifter, and my Miftris is the Kings wife? 
 965 Fu. Goe looke, firra foole, my condition is to fhip you too. 
 Bab. There's a fhip of fooles ready to hoyft fayle[;] they 
 ftay but for a good winde and your company: ha ha ha, I 
 wonder (if all fooles were banifht) where thou wouldft take 
 fhipping. 
 970 Ian. Peace Babulo, we are banifht from the Court. 
 
 Bab. I am glad, it fhall eafe me of a charge heere, as 
 long as we haue good cloathes on our backes, tis no matter for 
 our honefty, wee'll Hue any where, and keep Court in any corner. 
 
 Enter Griffill. 
 
 Ian. my deere Griffill. 
 
 Gri. You from me are banifht, 
 
 975 But ere you leaue the Court, oh leaue I pray 
 
 951 effe:] 952 Mafter,] 961 then,] 
 
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 Your griefe in Griffils bolome^ let my cheekes 
 Be watred with woes teares^ for heere and lieerC; 
 And in the error of thefe wandring- eyes, 
 Began your difcontent: had not I been, 
 980 By nature painted thus: this had not been. 
 Do leaue the Court and care be patient, 
 In your olde cottage you fhall finde content. 
 Mourne not becaufe thefe filkes are tane away, 
 You'll feeme more rich in a courfe g-owne of gray. 
 985 Fur. Will you be packing? when? 
 
 Lau. Friend[,| whats thy name? 
 
 Fur. Furio my name is, what of that? 
 
 Bab. Is thy name Furie? thou art halfe hang'd; for thou 
 haft an ill name. 
 
 Lau. Thy lookes are like thy name, thy name & lookes 
 990Approoue thy nature to be violent. 
 
 Grif. Brother[,J forbeare, hee's feruant to my Lord. 
 
 Ba. To him, M. fpare him not an inch. 
 
 Lau. Princes are neuer pleafd with lubiects finnes, 
 But pitie thofe whom they are fworne to fmite, 
 995 And grieue as tender mothers when they beate, 
 With kinde correction their vnquiet babes — 
 So fhould their Officers compaffionate, i 
 
 The mifery of any wretches ftate. 
 
 Fur. I muft obey my Mafter, though indeed 
 1000 My heart (that feemes hard) at their wrongs doth bleed. 
 Pray get you gone, I fay little, but you knowe my minde. 
 
 Bab. Little faid is foone amended, thou fay'ft but little, 
 and that little will be mended foone[,] indeed, tliats neuer, 
 and fo the Prouerbe ftands in his full ftrength, poAver and vertue. 
 
 Enter Marqueffe, Mario and Lepiclo, and atteiidautes. 
 
 1005 Fur. They will not goe my Lord. 
 
 Marq. Will they not goe? 
 
 Away with them, expell them from our Court! 
 Bafe wretches, is it wrong to afke mine owne? 
 Thinke you that my affection to my wife, 
 
 been,] 981 To leaue] 1006 Court,] 
 
* •»■'? 
 
 - m ~ 
 
 Is greater then my loue to publicke weale? 
 1010 Doe not my people miirmure euerie houre^ 
 That I haue raif'd you vp to dignities ? 
 Doe not lewde MinftrelsfV] in their ribalde rimes, 
 Scofe at her birth, and deicant on her dower? 
 Ian. Alas my Lord, you knew her ftate beforey^'^-^^^^^^ 
 1015 Marq. I did, and from the bounty of my heartU ^ifj ^^ ^<7> ^^ 
 I rob'd my wardrop of all precious robes, Vc> ^j^ 
 
 That fhe might fhine in beautie like the Sunne, >^%w^-^ 
 And in exchange, I hung this ruffet gowne, ^^'•^./t: v- 
 
 And this poore pitcher|,] for a monument, 
 1020Amongft my coftlieft lemmes: fee heere they hang, 
 Griffill[,| looke heere, this gowne is vnlike to this? 
 Grif. My gratious Lord, I know full well it is. 
 Ba. Griffill w^as as pretty a Griffill in the one as in the 
 other. 
 1025 Marq. You haue forgot thefe rags, this water pot. 
 Grif. With reuerence of your Highnes I haue not. 
 Ba. Nor I, many a good meffe of water grewell has that 
 yeelded vs. 
 Marq. Yes, you are proude of thefe your rich attyres. 
 1030 Grif. Neuer did pride keep pace with my delires. 
 
 Marq. Wei, get you on, part brieflie with your father. 
 Ian. Our parting fhall be fhort: daughter[,] farewell. 
 Lau. Our parting fhall be fhort. fifter[.] fareAvell. 
 Ba. Our parting fhall be fhort: Griflill[,] farewell. 
 1035 Ian. Kemember thou didft Hue when thou wert poor, 
 And now thou doft but Hue, come fonnef,] no more. 
 Marq. See them without the PaHace Furio. 
 Fu. Good, yet tis bad. 
 
 [Exeunt with Furio. 
 
 Ba. Shall Furio fee them out of the Pallace? doe you turne 
 1040 vs out of doores? you turne vs out of doores then? 
 
 Marq. Hence with that foole, Mario[,] driue him hence. 
 Ba. He f haH not neede , I am no Oxe nor Affe, I can goe 
 without driuing: for al his turning, I am glad of one thing. 
 
 1032 fhort,] eUnso 1033 u. 1034. 1043 driuing,] 
 
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 Lep. AVliats that Babiilo? 
 
 1045 Bab. Mar^ that hee fhall neuer hit vs ith teeth with tur- 
 ning vs, for tis not a good tiirne. Follower[,] I muft cafhere 
 you: I muft glue ouer houfkeejnng, tis the fafhion, fare- 
 well boy. 
 Boy. Marie farewell and be hang'd. 
 
 1050 Ba. 1 am glad thou tak'ft thy death so patiently^ fare- 
 well my Lord, adue my Lady. Great was the wifedome of 
 that Taylor, that ftitcht me in Motley, for hee's a foole that 
 leaues bafket making to turne Courtier: I fee my deftiny dogs 
 me: at firft I was a foole (for I was borne an Innocent)|,] 
 
 1055 then I was a traueller, and then a Bafket maker, and then a 
 Courtier, and now I muft turne bafket-maker and foole againe: 
 the one I am fworne to, but the foole I beftowe vpon the 
 world, for Stultorum plena funt ominia[,| adue, adue. 
 
 [Exit. 
 
 Mar. Farewell fimplicity, part of my fhame|,] farewell. 
 1060 Now Lady[,] what fay you of their exile? 
 
 Gri. What euer you thinke good He not terme vile. 
 By this rich burthen in my worthies wombe, 
 Your hand-maide is fo fubiect to your will. 
 That nothing which you doe, to her feemes ill. 
 1005 Mar. I am glad you are fo ])atient, get you in. 
 
 [Exit Gv. 
 
 Thy like will neuer be, neuer hath bin. 
 
 Mario, Lepido? 
 
 Mario. Lei)i. My gratious Lord. 
 
 Mar. The hand of pouerty held downe your ftates. 
 
 Ah it did Griffils, and as her I rayf'd, 
 1070 To fhine in greatnes fphere, fo did mine eye, 
 
 Through gilt beames of your births, therfore me thinkes 
 
 Your foule fhould fimpathi/o, and you fhould know. 
 
 What paflions in my Griffils bofome flowe. 
 
 Faith tell me your opinions of my wife? 
 1075 Lep. She is as vertuous and as patient. 
 
 As innocence, ms ]i.MtipiH'e it felfe. 
 
 1046 turne, follower] 1051 Lady, fi^reat] 1050 againe,] 
 
 1059 farewell,] 10(11 vile,] 10(55 in,] 1073 fiowe,] 
 
Mari. She merits much of lone, little of hate, 
 Onely in birth fhe is vnfortunate. 
 
 Marq. I, I, the memory of that birth dotli kill me. 
 1080 She is with childe you fee : her trauaile paft, 
 I am determined fhe fhall leaue the Court, 
 And Hue againe with olde lauicola. 
 Both. Therein you fhew true wifedome. 
 Marq. Doe I indeed? 
 
 Deare friends[,] it fhall be done, He haue you two 
 1085 Rumour that prefently, to the wide eares 
 Of that newes-louing'-beaft[,] the multitude: 
 Goe tell them for their fakes this fhall be done. 
 Mari. With wings we flje. 
 Lep. Swifter then time we run. 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 Marq. Begone[.J then: oh thefe times, thefe impious times, 
 1090 How fwift is mifchiefe? with what nimble feete 
 Doth enuy gallop to doe iniury? 
 They both confeffe my Griffils innocence. 
 They both admire her wondrqus patience, 
 Yet in their malice and to flatter me, 
 1095 Head-long they run to this impiety. 
 
 Oh whats this world, but a confufed throng 
 Of fooles and mad men, crowding in a thruft 
 To fhoulder out the wife, trip downe the iuft. 
 But I will try by felfe experience, 
 1100 And fhun the vulgar fentence of the bafe. 
 If I finde Griffill ftrong in patience, 
 Thefe flatterers fhall be wounded with difgrace. 
 And whilft verfe Hues, the fame fhall neuer dye, 
 Of Griffils patience, and her conftancy. 
 
 [Exit. 
 
 Enter Vrcenze and Onophrio at feuerall doores, and Farneze in the 
 
 mid'ft. 
 1105 Far. Onophrio and Vrcenze[,] early met, euery man take 
 
 1079 mirth] Coll. Ebd. me,] 1080 fee,] 1086 multitude,] 1089 im- 
 pious times,] 1100 bafe,] 1104 Faniezie] in der Bi'thnenanweisung 
 nach dieser Zeile. 
 
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 liis ftand, for there comes a moft rich purchafe of mirth: 
 Emulo with his haud in a faire fcarfe, and lulia with him^ 
 fhe laughes apace^ and therefore I am fure hee lyes apace. 
 
 Enter Emulo with lulia. 
 
 Ono. His arme in a fcarfe? has he been fighting? 
 1110 Far. Fighting? hang him[,] coward. 
 
 Vrc. Perhaps he does it to fhew his fcarfe. 
 Far. Peace, heere the affe comes: ftand afide, and fee him 
 curuet. 
 lul. Did my new maried coufen[,] Sir Owen[,] wound you 
 1115 thus? 
 
 Emu. Hee certes! As he is allyed to the illuftrious Julia; 
 
 I line his denoted, as Signior Emuloes enemy, no adulatory 
 
 language can redeeme him from vengeance : if you pleafe my 
 
 moft accompli fht Miftris, I will make a moft palpable demon- 
 
 112(3 ftration of our battaile. 
 
 lul. As palpably as you can good feruant. 
 Ono. Oh fhe guiles him fimply. 
 Far. She has reafon, is he not a fimple gull? 
 Vrc. Sound an allarum ere his battle begin. 
 1125 Far. Peace, fa, fa, fa. 
 
 Emu. Sir Owen and my felfe encountring, I vailde my 
 
 vpper garment, and enriching my head againe with a fine 
 
 veluet cap, which I then wore, with a band to it of Orient 
 
 Pearle and Golde, and a foolifh fprig of fome nine or ten 
 
 1130 pound price, or fo, wee grewe to an emparleance. 
 
 Far. Oh ho[,] ho, this is rare. 
 
 lul. You did wifely to conferre before you combated. 
 Emu. Uerily we did fo, but falling into the handes of bit- 
 ter words, we retorted a while, and then drew. 
 1135 Ono. True, his gloues to faue his hands. 
 
 Vrc. No, his hand-kercher to wipe his face. 
 Far. He fweat pittifully for feare, if it were true: if [ — | 
 Emu. 1 was then encountred with a pure Toledo liluered: 
 and eleuating mine arme, in the drawing (by lefu fweete Ma- 
 1140 dame, my rich cloake[,] loaded with Pearle, which I wore at 
 
 1112 comes,] 1116 certes, as] 1137 if,] 
 
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 your fifter GrilTils bridall. I made it then (by God) of meere 
 purpofe; to grace the Court, and fo foorth) that foolifh gar- 
 ment dropped downe : the buttons were illuftrious and refplen- 
 dent diamonds, but its all one. 
 1145 Far. Nay, they were all fcarce one. 
 
 Emu. Diuine Lady[,] as I faid, we both lying, 
 
 Fa. He be fworne[,] thou doft. 
 
 Emu. I muft recognize and confeffe, very generouflie, and 
 heroycallie at our ward, the welfh Knight[,] making a very 
 1150 defperate thruft at my bofome, before God[,] fairely mift my 
 imbroydered lerkin that I then wore, and with my ponyard 
 vapulating and checking his engine downe, it cut mee a 
 payre of very imperiall cloth of golde hofe, at leaft thus long 
 thwart the cannon, at leaft. 
 1155 lul. And mift your leg? 
 
 Fa. I, and his hofe too. 
 
 Emu. And mift my leg (mo ft bright ftarre)[:] which ad- 
 uantagious figne I ( ) this legge, (hauing a fayre carna- 
 
 tion filke ftocking on) ftumbled, my fpangled garters in that 
 llGOimprifion fell about my feete, and he[,] fetching a moft vala- 
 rous and ingenious careere, inuaded my Rapier hand, entred 
 this gilded fort, and in that paffado vulnerated my hand thus 
 deepef.] I proteft, and conteft heauen. 
 
 lul. No more, its too tragicall. 
 1165 Emu. I conclude, I thought (by the Syntherelis of my foule) 
 I had not been imperifhed, till the bloud[,] f hewing his red 
 tincture, at the top of a faire enueloped gloue, funke along 
 my arme, & fpoil'd a rich waftecoate wrought in filke and 
 golde, a toy &c. 
 1170 Far. Hee'U ftrip himfelfe out of his fhirt anone. For Gods 
 fake[,] ftep in. 
 
 Emu. My opinion is I f hall neuer recuperate the legittimate 
 office of this member[,] my arme. 
 
 All 3. Siguier Emulo. 
 1175 Emu. Sweet and accomplifht Signiors. 
 
 Far. Ha[,] ha, Madame[,] you had a pitiful hand with this 
 foole, but fee he is recouered. 
 
 1141 bridall,] 1170 anone, for] 
 
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 lu. But feruant[.] where is your other hand? 
 
 Ono. See fweet miftris[.] one is my prifoner. 
 1180 Vrc. The other I haue tane vp with the fine finger. 
 
 Jul. Looke in his fearfe Farneze for an other, hee has a 
 third hand, and tis pitifully wounded hee tels me, pitifully, 
 pitifully. 
 
 Far. Wounded? oh palpable! come[,] a demonftration of it. 
 1185 Ono. Giue him your larded cloake Siguier to ftop his 
 mouth, for he will vndoe you with lyes. 
 
 Vrc. Come Siguier, one fine lye now to apparrell all thefe 
 former, in feme light farcenet robe of truth: none, none, in this 
 mint? 
 1190 lul. Fye feruant, is your accomplifht Courtfhip nothing 
 but lyes? 
 
 Ono. Fye Siguier, no muficke in your mouth, but battles, 
 yet a meere milke-fop. 
 
 Vrc. Fye Emulo, nothing but wardrop, yet heare all your 
 1195trunckes of fuites? 
 
 Far. Fye Siguier, a fearfe about your necke, yet will not 
 hang your felfe to heare all this? 
 
 lul. Seruant[,] I difcharge you my feruice. He entertaine 
 no braggarts. 
 1200 Ono. Siguier, we difcharge you the Court, wee'l haue no 
 guiles in our company. 
 
 Far. Abram[,] we cafheereyou our company, wee muft haue 
 no minnions at Court. 
 
 Emu. Oh patience[,| bee thou my fortification: Italy[,] thou 
 1205 fpurneft me for vttering that nutriment, which I fuckt from 
 thee. 
 
 Fa. How Italy? away you ideot: Italy infects you not, 
 but your owne difeafed fpirits: Italy? out you froth, you 
 fcumme! Becaufe your foule is mud, and that you haue 
 1210 breathed in Italy, you'll fay Italy haue defyled you: away 
 you bore, thou wilt wallow in mire in the fweetest countrie 
 in the world. 
 
 Emu. I cannot conceipt this rawnes: 
 
 1184 wounded, oh palpable,] 1200 yoy] Coll. 1209 fcumme, 
 becaufe] 
 
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 Italy[,] farewell, Italians[J adue. 
 
 1"-^15 A vertuons foule abhorres to dwell with you. 
 
 [Exit. 
 All. Ha|,] ha[,| ha: Laugh. 
 
 Enter Marquefle and Sir Owen. 
 
 III. Peace feruants, here comes the Diike[J my brother. 
 Marq. Loe couleii[.| heere they be: are yee heere Gentle- 
 men? 
 And lulia you too? then He call your eyes, 
 1220 To teftifie, that to Sir Meredith, 
 
 I doe deliuer heere foure fealed bondes: 
 Cozef,] haue a care to them, it much behooues you. 
 For Gentlemen, within this parchment lyes, 
 Fine thoufand Ducketsf,] payable to him, 
 1225 luft foureteene daies before next Penticoaft. 
 
 Coze[,] it concernes you, therefore keep them fafe. 
 
 Owen. Fugh, her warrant her fhall log- them vb from 
 Sunne and Moone, and feauen ftarres too I hobe, but harg 
 you cozen Marqueffe. 
 1230 Marq. Now, whats the matter? 
 
 Ow. A poxe on it[,| tis fcalde matter, well, well pray 
 cozen Marqueffe, vfe her Latie Griffil a good teale better, for 
 as God vdge me, you hurd Sir Owen out a cry by maging 
 her fad and powd fo, fee you? 
 1235 Marq. Hurt you? what harme or good reape you thereby? 
 Owen. Harme, yes by Gods lid, a poggie teale of harme, 
 for loog you cozen, and cozen lulia, & Shentlemen awl, (for 
 awl is to know her wifes cafe) you know her tag to wife the 
 widdow Gwenthyan. 
 1240 Marq. True cozen[,] & fhee's a vertuous gentlewoman. 
 On. One of the patienteft Ladies in the world. 
 Vrc. Shee's wondrous beautifull & wondrous kinde. 
 Far. Shee's the quieteft woman that ere I knew, for good 
 heart, fhee'll put vp any thing. 
 1245 lul. Cozen [,] I am proude that you are fped fo well. 
 
 Ow. Are you? by God[,] fo are not I. He tel you what 
 
 1225 Penticoast,] 1246 not I, ile] 
 
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 cozeH MarqueCfe, you awl know lier wel, you know her face 
 is liddle faire & fmug, but her has a tung goes lingle iangle^ 
 lingle iangle^ petter and worfe then pelles when her houi'e 
 
 1250 is a fire: patient? ha[,] ha[,] fir Owen fhall tag her heeles 
 and run to Wales ^ and her play the tiuell fo out a cry ter- 
 rible[,] a pogs on her[,] la. 
 
 lul. Why cozen [,] what are her quallities that you fo com- 
 mend her? 
 
 1255 Ow. Commend her? no by God[,] not I, ha[,] ha: is know 
 her quallities petter and petter^ fore I commend her: but 
 Gwenthian is worfe and worfe out a cry, owe out a cry 
 worfC; out of awl cry, fhee's fear'd to be made fool as Griffill 
 iS; & as God vdge me, her mag fine pobbie foole of Sir Owen. 
 
 1260 Her fhide & fhide, & prawle & fcoulde, by God[,] and fcradge 
 terrible fomtime, owe[,] & haid her wil doe what her can, 
 ha[,] ha[,] ha, and fir Owen were hanfome pacheler agen! Pray 
 cozen Marqueffe[,] tag fome order in Griffill, or tedge fir Owen 
 to mag Gwenthians quiet and tame her. 
 
 1265 Mar. To tame her? that He teach you prefently. 
 You had no fooner fpake the word of Taming, 
 But mine eye met a fpeedy remedie. 
 See cozen[,] heere's a plot where Ofiers grow, 
 The ground belongs to olde lanicula 
 
 1270 (My Griffils father)[:] come Sir Meredith, 
 
 Take out your knife[,] cut three and fo will I. 
 So, keep yours cozen[,] let them be fafe laide vp, 
 Thefe three (thus wound together) He preferue. 
 Ow. What fhal her doe now with thefe? peate and knog 
 
 1275 her[,] Gwenthian? 
 
 Enter Mario, 
 
 Marq. You fhal not take fuch counfaile from my lips. 
 How now Mario? what newes brings thee hither 
 In fuch quicke hafte? 
 
 Mari. Your wife (my gratious Lord) 
 
 Is now deliuered of two beautious twins, 
 
 1259 Sir Owen, her] 1262 agen, pray] 1265 prefently,] 
 
 1271 fo will I,] 1276 lips,] 1278 in] 
 
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 1280 A Ibnne and daughter. 
 
 Marq. Take that for thy paiiies, 
 
 Not for the ioy that T conceiue thereby, 
 
 For Griffill ig not gratious in the eye 
 
 Of thofe that loue me, therefore I muft hate 
 
 Thofe that doe make my life vnfortunate. 
 1285 And thats my children: muft I not Mario? 
 
 Thou boweft thy knee, well, well I know thy minde. 
 
 Uertue in villaines can no fuccour finde. 
 
 A fonne and daughter? I by them will prooue, 
 
 My Griffils patience better, and her loue: 
 1290 Come lulia, come Onophrio, coze[,] farewell. 
 
 Referue thofe wandes, thefe three lie beare away. 
 
 When I require them backe, then will I fhew 
 
 How eafily a man may tame a fhrew. 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 Ow. Ha[,] ha[,] ha, tame a fhrew, owe tis out a cry ter- 
 1295rible hard, and more worfe then tame a mad pull, but whad 
 
 meane her cozen to mag her cut her wands ? ha[,] ha, God 
 
 vdge me[,] tis fine knag, I fee her knauery now, tis to pang 
 
 Gwenthyans podie and fhe mag a noife & prabble: Is not fo? 
 
 by Gods lid fo, & Gwenthian, fir Owen will knog you before 
 1300 her abide fuch horrible doe. 
 
 Enter Gwenthian and Rice. 
 
 Gods lid[,] here her comes. Terdawgh Gwenthian [,] terdawgh. 
 
 Gwe. Terdawgh whee. Sir Owen[,] Terdawgh whee. 
 
 Owen. Owe, looge heere, fine wandes Gwenthyan, is not? 
 
 Gwe. Rees[,] tag them and preag them in peeces. 
 1305 Ric. What fay you forfooth? 
 
 Gwe. What fay you forsooth? you faucie knaue, muft her 
 tell her once, and twice, and thrice, and foure times, what to 
 doe? preag thefe wands. 
 
 Ow. Rees is petter preakeRees his pate: heere Rees[,] carry 
 1310 her home. 
 
 Ri. Would I were at gallowes, fo I were not heere. 
 
 Gwen. Doe and her tare, doe and her tare, fee you now. 
 
 1287 finde,] 1290 farewell,] 1291 away,] .1311 heere:] 
 
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 what fhall her doe with wands? peate Gwenthyan podie and 
 mag Gwenlhyan put her finger in me hole: ha, by God[,] by 
 1315 God, is Icradge lier eies out that tudge her, that tawg to her, 
 that loog on her, marg you that Sir Owen? 
 Owen. Yes, her marg hur. Rees[,] pray marg her Ladie. 
 Ri. Not I fir[,] fhee'll fet her markes on me then. 
 Gwen. Is prade? is prade? goe too Rees, He Rees her, you 
 1320 tawg you. 
 
 Owen. Pray Gwenthien[,] bee patient, as her cozen Grif- 
 (ill is. 
 
 Gwe. GrilTill owe? owe? Grifiill ? no[,] no, no, no: her fhall 
 not mag Gwenthian fuch ninny pobbie foole as Grifiill, I fay 
 1325 preage her wandes. 
 
 Owen. Gods plude[,] is pought her to peate duft out of her 
 cloag and parrels. 
 
 Gwe. Peate her cloag and parrels? fie, fie, fie, tis lye Sir 
 Owen[,] tis lye. 
 1330 Ri. Your worfhip may ftab her, fhe giues you the lye. 
 
 Ow. Peace Rees, goe to. I pought them indeede to mag 
 her horfe run and goe a mightie teale of pace, pray let Rees 
 tag her in good Gwenthian? 
 Gwen. Rees[,] beare in her wandes becaufe Sir Owen beg fo 
 1335 gently. 
 
 Owen. Goe Rees, goe locke them vp in a pox or fheft, goe. 
 Ri. You fhal not need to bid me goe, for He run. 
 
 [Exit. 
 Owen. I pought them for her horfe indeede, for lieere was 
 her cozen Marque ffe and prought her pondes and fcriblings 
 1^340 heere for her money: Gwenthyan[,] pray keepe her pondes 
 and keep her wifely: Sirra Gwentliyan|,l is tell her praue 
 newes, Griffill is prought to bed of liddle fhentleman and 
 Ihentlewoman: (is glad out a cry|,] fpeag her faire) yes 
 truely|,| Griffill is prought a bed. 
 1345 Gwen. Griffils|,| no podie but Griffils? what care 1 for 
 Griffill: 1 fay if Sir Owen loue Gwenthyan, fhal not loue 
 Griffill nor Marqueffe fo, fee you now? 
 Ow. God vdge me, not loue her cozen? is fhealous? owe 
 
 1313 Gwenthyan?] 1317 hur,] 1323 no. her] 1331 goe to,] 
 
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 is fine trig, not loue her cozen? God vdg-e me[,] her wil, and 
 1350 hang her felfe, lee you now? 
 
 Gwe. Hang her felfe, owe, owe, owe, Gwenthyans tother 
 hufband is fcawrne to lay hang her felfe: hang her lelfe? 
 owe owe, owe owe. 
 Ow. Gods plude, what cannot get by prawles, is get by 
 1355 owe, owe[,] owe, is terrible Ladie, pray be peace, and cry no 
 more owe, owe, owe. Tawfone Gwenthyans, God vdge me[,l 
 is very furie. 
 
 Gwen. mon lago, mon due, hang Gwenthyans? 
 Ow\ Adologo whee Gwenthyan bethogh, en Thonigh, en 
 1360moyen due. 
 
 Gw. Ne vetho en Thonigh, Gna wathe gethla Tee, hang 
 Gwenthyans ? 
 
 Owen. Sir Ow^en fhall fay no more hang her felfe, be out 
 a cry ftill and her fhall pye her new card to ride in, & two 
 1365 new fine horfes, and more plew coates and padges ta follow 
 her heeles, fee you now? 
 
 Gwen. But will her fay no more hang her felfe? 
 
 Enter Rice. 
 
 Ow. Oh no more, as God vdge mee[,] no more, pray leaue, 
 owe, owe, owe. 
 1370 Ri. Tannekin the Froe hath brought your Rebato, it comes 
 to three pound. 
 
 Ow. What a peftilence[,] is this for Gwenthyan? 
 
 Gavc. For her neg, is cald repatoes, Gwenthian weare it 
 heere, ift not praue? 
 1375 Owen. Praue? yes is praue, tis repatoes I warrant her: 
 I[,J patoes money out a crie, yes tis praue. Rees[,] the preece? 
 Rees[,] the preece? 
 
 Ri. The Froe fir faies fine pound. 
 
 Owen. Ha[,] ha[,j ha, [fiue] pound, Gwenthyan[,] pray doe 
 1380 not pye it. 
 
 Gwen. By God vdge me[,] her fhall pye it. 
 
 Owen. God vdge me[,] her fhall not. 
 
 Gwen. Shall not? Rees[.] tag her away, I fay her fhall[,] 
 and weare it pye and pye. 
 
 1356 owe, Tawfone] 1376 praue,] 1378 fiue] Coll.andert in three. 
 1379 owen] EM. fiue] CoU. schieU three ein. 1382 owen]. 
 
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 1385 Owen. Then mag a pobbie foole of Sir Owen indeed : Gods 
 plude[,] fliall? I fay flial not: fine pound for puble, for 
 patoes: here there, fo tag it now^ weare it now powte her 
 neg, fhall pridle fir OAven[,] ha? 
 Ri. Oh rare fir Owen, oh pretious Knight^ oh rare Sir Owen. 
 1390 Owe. Out you rafkals^ you prade and prade, ile prade 
 your neaces. 
 
 Ri. Oh rare Madame, oh pretious Madame^ God, God, 
 God, 0. [Exit. 
 
 Gwe. Is domineere now, you teare her ruffes and repatoes, 
 1395 you preake her ponds? lie teare as good pondes, and petter 
 too, and petter too. 
 
 Ow. Owe Gwenthyan, Cods plude[,] is fiue thoufand duckets, 
 
 hold[,] hold[,] hold, a pogs on her pride, what has her done? 
 
 Gw. Goe loog, is now paide for her repatoes, ile haue 
 
 1400 her willes & defires, ile teadge her pridle her Lady: Catho 
 
 crogge, Ne vetho, en Thlonigh gna wathee Gnathla tee. 
 
 [Exit. 
 Owen. A breath vawer or no Tee: pridle her, fir Owen is 
 pridled I warrant: widdowsf!] (were petter Gods plude marry 
 w^hoore) were petter be hang'd and quarter, then marry wi- 
 1405 dowes as God vdge me: Sir Owen[,] fall on her knees, & 
 pray God to tag her to her mercy, or elfe put petter minde 
 in her Lady: awl prittifh Shentlemans tag heede how her 
 marry fixen widowe. 
 
 Sir Owen ap Meredith can rightly tell, 
 1410 A fhrewes fharpe tongue is terrible as hell. 
 
 [Exit. 
 
 Enter Marque ffe and Furio with an infant in his armes. 
 
 Marq. Did fhe not fee thee when thou took'ft it vp? 
 
 Fur. No, fhe was faft a fleepe. 
 
 Marq. Giue me this bleffed burthen; pretty foole[,| 
 With what an amiable looke it fleepes, 
 1415 And in that flumber how it fweetly fmiles, 
 
 And in that fmile how my heart leapes for ioy: 
 Furio[,] lie turne this circle to a cradle. 
 
 1386 fiue] Collier dndert auch hier in three. 1402 owen.] fir owen] 
 1405 owen] 1409 owen] 1413 burthen,] 
 
45 
 
 To rocke my deare babe: A great Romaine Lord^ 
 Taught his young Sonne to ride a Hobby-horfe. 
 1420 Then why fhould I thinke fcorne to dandle mine: 
 Furio[,] beholde it well, to whom ift like? 
 Fur. YoU; there's your nofe and blacke eye-browes. 
 
 Enter Mario. 
 
 Marq. Thou doft but flatter me, heere comes Mario, 
 
 I know Mario will not flatter me. /^X^^ 
 
 1425 Mario, thy opinion, view this childe, 4 ^J^^ ^^^" 
 
 Doth not his lips, his nofe, his fore-head, '^\ i^ '*' P" '>? 
 
 And euery other part refemble mine? \^^. jf" 
 
 Mari. So like my Lord, that the nice diff'erence, ' 
 Would ftay the iudgement of the curiouft eye. 
 1430 Marq. And yet me thinkes I am not halfe fo browne. 
 
 Mari. Indeed your cheekes beare a more liuely colour[.] 
 Marq. Furio, play thou the nurfe, handle it foftly. 
 Fur. One were better get a doffen then nurfe one. 
 Marq. Mario [,] ftep to Griffillf,] fhee's a fleepe, 
 1435 Her white hand is the piller to thofe cares. 
 Which I vngently lodge within her head: 
 Steale thou the other childe and bring it hither. 
 If Griffill be awake and ftriue with thee, 
 Bring it perforce, nor let her know what hand, 
 1440 Hath rob'd her of this other^ hafte Mario. 
 
 Mari. I flie[,] my gratious Lord. [Exit. 
 
 Marq. Run flatterie. 
 
 Becaufe I did blafpheme and cal it browne^ 
 This Parrafite cride (like an Eccho) browne. 
 Fur. The childe is faire my Lord, you were nere fo faire[.] 
 1445 Marq. I know tis faire, I know tis wondrous faire. 
 Deare prettie infant[,] let me with a kiffe. 
 Take that difhonor off, which the foule breath 
 Of a prophane flaue, laide vpon thy cheekes; 
 Had but I faid my boy's a Blackamoore, 
 1450 He would haue damn'd himfelfe and fo haue fwore. 
 
 1419 Hodby-horfe.] 1424 me,] 1436 head,] 1437 hither,] 1441 Run 
 flatterie,] beginnt den folgenden Vers. Coll. 1445 wondi-ous faire,] 
 
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 Enter Griffill and Mario with a childe. 
 Grif. Giiie me mine infant, where's my other babe? 
 You cannot plaie the nurfe, your horred eyes 
 Will fright my little ones^ and make them crie, 
 Your tongue's too ruffe to chime a lullabie: 
 1455 Tis not the pleafure of my Lord I knoW; 
 To loade me with fitch wrong. 
 Mari. No, I vnloade you. Scoffingly. 
 
 Marq. Giue her her childe Mario and yet ftaie: 
 Furio[,] holde thou them both. Griffill forbeare, 
 You are but nurfe to them^ they are not thine. 
 1460 Gri. I know^ my gratious Lord[,] they are not mine, 
 I am but their poore nurfe I muft confe ffe, 
 Alas[,J let not a nurfe be pittileffe. 
 To fee the colde ayre make them looke thus bleake. 
 Makes me fhed teares becaufe they cannot fpeake. 
 1465 Marq. If they could fpeake ^ what tliinke you they would 
 
 IViy? 
 Gri. That I in all things will your wil obay. 
 Marq. Obay it then in filence: fhall not I 
 Beftowe what is myne owne^ as likes me beft? 
 Deliuer me thefe brats : come preffc me downe, 
 1470 With weightie infamie: heere is a loade 
 
 Of fhame, of fpeckled f hame : God[,] how heauie 
 An armefull of dif honour is? heeres two, 
 Griffilll/I for this ile thanke none els but you. 
 Which way fo ere I turne I meete a face, 
 1475 That makes my cheekes blufh at mine owne difgrace 
 This way or this way, neuer fhall mine eye 
 Looke thus, or thus: but (oh me) prefentlie, 
 (Take them for Gods fake Furio) prefentlie 
 I Ihall fpend childifh teares: true teares indeed, 
 1480 That thus I wrong my babes and make her bleede. 
 Goe Griffill|,| get you in. 
 
 Gri. I goe my Lorde. 
 
 Farewell fweet fweet deare babes, fo you were free, 
 Would all the worlds cares might be throwne on me. 
 
 1457 ftaie,] 1458 hoth,] 1473 you,] 1480 bleede,] 
 
— 47 — 
 
 Mar. Ha, ha, why this is pleafing harmonic. 
 1485 Fu. My Lord[,J they'le wrawle, what i'hall 1 doe with them? 
 Marq. Tell her thou muft prouide a nurfe for them|.l 
 Comes fhe not backe Mario? 
 Mari. No my Lord. 
 
 Marq. Tufh, tufh, it cannot be but fheele returne^ 
 I know her bofome beares no marble heart, 
 14901 knowe, a tender Mother cannot part, 
 
 With fuch a patient foule, from fuch fweet forles, 
 She ftands and watches fure, and fure fhe weepes, 
 To fee my Teeming flintie breaft. Mario|,| 
 Withdraw with me: Furio[,] ftay thou heere ftill, 
 1495 If fhe returne, feeme childifh, and denie 
 To let her kiffe or touch them. 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 
 Fur. Faith not I: 
 
 I haue not fuch a heart; and fhee afke to touch them, He 
 
 deny it becaufe ile obey my Lord, yet fhe fhall kiffe and 
 
 touch them to, becaufe He pleafe my Ladie : alas, alas, prettie 
 
 1500 fooles|,] I loue you well[,] but I would you had a better Nurfe. 
 
 Enter Griffill ftealingly. 
 
 Grif. A better Nurfe: feek'ft thou a better Nurfe? 
 A better Nurfe then whome? 
 
 Fu. Then you, away. 
 
 Grif. I am their Mother[:] I muft not away. 
 Looke, looke, good Furio[.] looke they fmile on mee, 
 15051 know poore hearts[,] they feare to fmile on thee. 
 I prithee let me haue them. 
 
 Fu. Touch them not. 
 
 Gri. I prie thee let me touch them. 
 
 Fu. No: Hands off. 
 
 Gri. I prie thee gentle Furio[,] let me kiffe them. 
 
 Fu. Not one kiffe for a Kings crowne. 
 1510 Grif. Muft I not kiffe my babes: muft I not touch them? 
 Alasf,] what fin fo vile hath Griffil done 
 That thus fhe fhould be vex'd? not kiffe my infants? 
 
 1493 breaft.] 1497 heart,] 1503 away,] 1505 thee,] 
 
 1509 crowne:] 
 
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 Who taught thee to be cniell gentle churle^ 
 What muft thou doe with them? 
 Fu. Get them a nurfe. 
 
 1515 Grif. A Nurfe[,] alacke y what Nurfe ? where muft f hee 
 
 dwell [?] 
 Fu. I muft not tell you till I know my felfe. 
 Gri. For Gods fake[7] who muft Nurfe them[?] doe but 
 
 name her^ 
 And I will fweare thofe firie eyes doe fmile, 
 And I will fweare that wiiich none els will fweare, 
 152()That thy grim browes^ doe mercies liuerie weare. 
 Fu. Choofe you. 
 
 Enter Marque ffe, ftanding afide. 
 
 Grif. Oh God; oh God^ might Griffill haue her choice[,] 
 My babes fhould not be fcard with thy diuils voice. 
 Thou get a Nurfe for them? they can abide, 
 1525 To tafte no milke but mine[,] comC; come He chide. 
 In faith you cruell man, He chide indeede, 
 If I growe angrie. 
 
 Fu. Do[,] do[,] I care not. 
 
 Marq. To chide & curfe thy Lord thou haft more need|.] 
 
 Grif. Wilt thou not tell me who fhall be their Nurfe? 
 1530 Fu. No. 
 
 Grif. Wilt thou not let me kiffe them? 
 
 Fu. No[,] I say. 
 
 Grif. I prithee let my teares, let my bow'd knees, 
 Bend thy obdurate hart, fee beer's a fountaine, 
 Which heauen into this Alablafter bowels, 
 1535lnftird to nourifh them: man[,] theyle crie. 
 And blame thee that this ronnes fo lauifhly, 
 Heres milke for both my babes[,] two brefts for two. 
 
 Marq. Poore babes|,| I weep to fee what wrong I doe. 
 
 Grif. I pray thee let them fuck, I am moft meete 
 1540 To play their Nurfe: theyle fmile and say tis fweet, 
 
 Which ftreames fro hence. If thou doft beare them hece, 
 My angrie breafts will fwell, and as mine eyes 
 
 1516 my felfe,] 1520 weare,] 1541 hence, if] 
 
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 Lets fall lalt drops^ with thefe white Necter teares, 
 They will be mixt: this Iweet will then be brine, 
 1545 Theyle crie[,] He chide and fay the finne is thine. 
 
 Fu. Mine armes ake mightily, and my heart akes. 
 
 Marq. And fo doth mine: fweet founds this difcord makes. 
 
 Fu. Heere Madame[,] take one, I am weary of both, touch 
 
 it and kiffe it to, its a fweet childe. I would I were rid of 
 
 1550 my miferie, for 1 f hall drowne my heart, with my teares that 
 
 fall inward. 
 
 Grif. Oh this is gentlie done[!] this is my boy, 
 My firft borne care: thy feete that nere felt ground, 
 Haue traueld long-eft in this land of woe, 
 1555 This worlds wildernes, and haft moft neede 
 Of my moft comfort: oh I thanke thee Furio, 
 I know I fhould tranfforme thee with my teares. 
 And melt thy adamantine heart like waxe. 
 What wrong fhall thefe haue to be tane from mee? 
 1560Mildely intreate their Nurfe to touch them mildely. 
 For my foule tels me, that my honoured Lord, 
 Does but to trie poore Griffils conftancie, 
 Hees full of mercie[,] iuftice, full of loue. 
 Marq. My cheekes doe glow with fhame to heere her fpeake, 
 1565 Should I not weepe for ioy[,) my heart would breake. 
 And yet a little more He ftretch my tryall. 
 
 Enter Mario and Lepido. 
 
 Mario, Lepido? 
 
 Both. My gracious Lord? 
 
 Marq. You fhall be witneffe of this open wrong. 
 I gaue ftrait charge, fhe fhould not touch thefe brats, 
 1570 Yet has fhe tempted with lafciuious teares. 
 The heart of Furio, fee fhe dandles them. 
 Take that childe from her : ftay, ftay, ile commend. 
 That pittie in thee which lie reprehend. 
 
 Fu. Doe. 
 1575 Marq. Dare you thus contradict our ftrait commaund[?| 
 
 1546 Nach mightily steht ein Punkt, und die folgenden Worte 
 stehen in einer neuen Zeile. 1549 childe,] 1555 neede,] 1558 waxe,] 
 1559 mee,] 1571 them,] 1573 reprepend.] Coll. 
 
 4 
 
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 But lieeres a truftie groome, out liipocrite, 
 I I'hall doe lul'tice wrong to let thee breath, 
 For dilbbaying me. 
 
 Grif. My gracious Lord, 
 
 Marq. Tempt me not Syren: fince you are lb louing, 
 1580 Hold you|J take both your children^ get you gon. 
 Difrobe her of thele rich abiliments, 
 Take downe her hat, her pitcher and her gowne, 
 And as fhe came to me in beggerie, 
 So driue her to her fathers. 
 
 Mari. My deare Lorde. 
 
 1585 Marq. Uex me not good Mariof:] if you woe me, 
 (Or if you fhed one teare) to pittie her^ 
 Or if by any drift you fuccour her, 
 You loofe my fauour euerlaftingly. 
 
 Both. We muft obey fince there's no remedye. 
 1590 Marq. You muft be villaines[,] theres no remedie. 
 MariO; Lepido, you two fhall helpe, 
 To beare her children home. 
 
 Gri. It fhall not neede[,] 
 
 I can beare more. 
 
 Marq. Thou beareft too much indeed. 
 
 Gri. Come, come Iweet lambes[,| wee'll laugh and liue 
 
 content 
 1595 Though from the Court we liue in banifhment, 
 Thcfe rich attyres are for your mother fit, 
 l^ut not your nurfe, therefore He off with it. 
 
 Marq. Away with her I fay. 
 
 Grif. Away, away? 
 
 Nothing but that colde comfort]?] wee'll obay, 
 IGOOHeauen iinile vpon my Lord with gratious eye. 
 
 Marq. Driue her hence Lepido. 
 
 Lep. Good Madame|,| liencc. 
 
 Gri. Thus tyranny oi)preffeth innocence. 
 Thy lookes i'eeme heauy, but thy heart is light, 
 For villaines laugh when wrong oppreffeth right. 
 
 [Runs to him. 
 
 1579 Syren,] 1580 gon,] 1588 euerlaftingly,] 1600 eye,] 
 
 1002 innocence,] 1004 In der BuhnenamveisinKj liun] Coll. 
 
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 1605 Mil ft we then be driuen hence: Oh lee my Lord, 
 
 Sweet prettie fooles|,] they both ImiFd at that word. 
 They fmile as who Thould lay indeede[J indeede. 
 Your tongue cryes hence, but your heart's not ag-ree'd. 
 Can you thus part from them? in truth I know, 
 
 1610 Your true loue cannot let thefe infants goe. 
 
 Marq. Shee'll tryumph ouer me[,] doe what I can. 
 
 [Turnes from her. 
 Mari. Good Madame[;J hence. 
 
 ^ri. Oh lend one gratious fmile 
 
 Before we leaue this place: turne not away, 
 Doe but looke backe, let vs but once more fee 
 1615Thofe eyes, whole beames fhall breath new foules in three. 
 It is enough[:] now weele depart in ioy. 
 Nay be not you fo cruell: fhould you two 
 Be thus driuen hence, truft me He pitty you. 
 Marq. Difrobe her prefently. 
 Both. It fhall be done. 
 
 1620 Griffi. To worke fome good deede thus you would not 
 
 runne. 
 [Exeunt. 
 Marq. Oh Griflill[,] in large Carracters of golde, 
 Thy vertuous[,] lacred fame fhall be enroulde. 
 Tell me thy iudgement Furio of my wife? 
 
 Fu. I thinke my Lord[,J fhee's a true woman, for fhee 
 1625 loues her children, a rare wife, for fhee loues you, (I beleeue 
 you'll hardly finde her match) and I thinke fhee's more then 
 a woman, becaufe fhee conqueres all wrongs by patience. 
 
 Mar. Yet once more will 1 trye her, prefently 
 He haue thee goe to olde lanicolaes, 
 1630 And take her children from her, breed fome doubt, 
 (By fpeeches) in her, that her eyes fhall neuer 
 Beholde them more: beare them to Pauia, 
 Commend vs to our brother, fay from vs. 
 That we defire him with all kinde refpect, 
 1635 To nurfe the infants, and withall conceale. 
 
 1608 agree'd,] 1616 ioy,] 1617 cruell,] 1622 enroulde,] 
 
 4-- 
 
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 Their parentage from any mortall eare. 
 I charge thee on thy life[,] reueale not this^ 
 I charge thee on thy life, be like thy name, 
 (When thou comft to her) rough and furious. 
 1640 Fur. Well, I will: It's far from Saluce to Pauia, the chil- 
 dren will cry, 1 haue no teates you know, twere good you 
 thought vpon it. 
 Marq. There's golde. 
 Fu. That's good. 
 1645 Marq. Prouide them nurfes. 
 
 Fu. That's better, I will and I can. 
 
 [Exit Furio. 
 Marq. Away! Though I dare truft thy fecrecy, 
 Yet will I follow thee in fome difguife. 
 And try thy faith, and Griffils conftancy: 
 1650 If thou abide vnblemifht, then I fweare, 
 
 I haue found two wonders that are fildome rife, 
 A trufty feruant, and a patient wife. 
 
 [Exit. 
 
 Enter lanicola and Laureo, with burdens of Ofiers. 
 
 Lau. Father[,l how fare you? 
 
 Ian. Uery well my fonne, 
 
 This labour is a comfort to my age. 
 
 1655 The Marqueffe hath to me been mercifull, 
 
 In fending me from Courtly delicates. 
 
 To tafte the quiet of this country life. 
 
 Lau. Call him not mercifull, his tyranny 
 Exceedes the moft inhumaine. 
 
 Ian. Peace my fonne. 
 
 1660 1 thought by learning thou hadft been made wife, 
 But I perceiue it puffeth vp thy foule. 
 Thou takft a pleafure to be counted iuft, 
 And kicke againft the faults of mighty men: 
 Oh tis in vaine, the earth may euen as well 
 1665 Challenge the potter to be partiall, 
 For forming it to fundry offices: 
 
 163(1 eare,] 1047 Away, tliough] 1651 A haue] Coll. 1054 age,] 
 1661 foule J 
 
Alas the errour of ambitious fooles! 
 
 How fraile are all their thoughts, how faint, hoAv weake? 
 Thole that doe ftriue to iuftle with the great, 
 1670 Are certaine to be bruz'd^ or foone to breake. 
 Come, come mell with our Ofiers, heere let's reft, 
 This is olde homely home, & that's ftill beft. 
 
 Enter Babulo with a bundle of Ofiers in one arme and a childe in 
 another, Griffill after him with another childe. 
 
 Bab. Hufh^ hufh, hufh, Imfh^ and I daunce mine own 
 childe, and I dance mine owne childe, &c: ha[,] ha, whoop 
 
 1675 olde Mafter^ fo ho[,] ho, looke heere : and I dance mine own 
 childC; &c. Heere's fixteene pence a weeke, and fixteene 
 pence a weeke, eight groates^ fope and candle. I met her in 
 Oiler groue, crying hufh, hufh, hufh; hufh: I thought it had 
 been forae begger woman, becaufe of her pitcher, for you 
 
 1680 know they beare fuch houfhold ftuffe, to put drinke and por- 
 rage together, and I dance mine, &c. 
 
 Lau. Oh father[,| now forfweare all patience, 
 Griffill comes home to you in poore array^ 
 Griffill is made a drudge, a caft-away. 
 
 1685 Ian. Griffill is welcome home to pouerty. 
 
 How now my childe|,) are thefe thy pretty babes? 
 
 Ba. And I dance myne OAvne childe: art thou there? art 
 thou there? 
 
 Ian. Why art thou thus come home, who lent thee hyther? 
 
 1690 Gri. It is the pleafure of my princely Lord, 
 Who|,J taking fome offence, to me vnknowne. 
 Hath banifht me from care to quietnes. 
 
 Ba. A fig for care I olde Mafter, but now olde graundfire, 
 take this little Pope Innocent, wee'll giue ouer baf ket making 
 
 1695 and turne nurfes , f hee has vnckled Laureo : Its no matter, you 
 fhall goe make a fire. Grandfiref,] you fhall dandle them, 
 Griffill fhall goe make Pap, and He licke the iTiillet, but firft 
 He fetch a cradle, its a figne tis not a deare yeare, when 
 
 1667 fooles,] 1675 heere,] 1676 &c, heere's] 1677 candle,] 
 1693 care,] 1696 fire,] 1698 cradle,] 
 
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 they come by two at once: heer's a conple[,| quoth lacke 
 1700 dawe, art thou there? fiiig Grandfire. 
 
 [Exit. 
 
 Ian. What faid the MarquelTe when he banil'ht thee? 
 Gri. He gaue me gentle language^ kift my cheeke, 
 
 For Gods lakel,] therfore (peake not ill of him^ 
 
 Teares trickling from his eyes, and forrowes hand 
 1705 Stopping his mouth, thus did he bid adue, 
 
 Whiirt many a deep fetcht figh from his breft flew. 
 
 Therefore for Gods fake[/] fpeake not ill of him. 
 
 Good Lord[!] how many a kiffe he gaue my babeS; 
 
 And with wet eyes bad me be patient, 
 1710 And by my truth (if I haue any truth)|,| 
 
 I came from Court more quiet and content, 
 
 By many a thoufand part[,] then wiien I went: 
 
 Therefore for Gods louef,] fpeake not ill of him. 
 Lau. Oh vile deiection of too bafe a foule ! 
 1715 Haft thou beheld the Paradice of Court, 
 
 Fed of rich feuerall meates, bath'd in fweet ftreames. 
 
 Slept on the bed of pleafure, fate inthroned, 
 
 Whilft troopes of Saint-like haue adored thee: 
 
 And being now throwne downe by violence, 
 1720 Doft thou not enuy thofe that driue thee thence? 
 
 Gri. Far be it from my heart from enuying my Lord 
 
 In thought, much leffe eyther in deed or word. 
 Lau. Then haft thou no true foule, for I would curie 
 
 From the Sunnes arifing to his w^efterne fall, 
 1725 The Marqueffe and his flattering minions. 
 
 Gri. By day and night, kinde heauen protect them all! 
 
 What wrong haue they done me? what hate to you? 
 
 Haue I not fed vpon the Princes coft? 
 
 Been cloath'd in rich attyres, liu'd on his charge? 
 1730Looke heere|:| my ruffet gowne is yet vnworne, 
 
 And many a winter more may ferue my turne. 
 
 By the preferuing it fo many monthes: 
 
 My Pitcher is vnhurt, fee it is fill'd 
 
 With chriftall water of the crifped fpring. 
 
 1699 at once,] 1714 foule,] 172(5 nil,] 
 
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 1735 If you reDiembei'l,] on my wedding day^ 
 
 You fent me with this pitcher to the well, 
 
 And I came empty home, becauFe I met 
 
 The gratious Marqueffe and his company. 
 
 Now hath he fent you this cup full of teares. 
 1740 You'll fay the comfort's colde, well be it fo, 
 
 Yet euery little comfort lielpes in woe. 
 Ian. True modle of true vertue, welcome childe, 
 
 Thou and tliefe tender babes to me are welcome. 
 
 Wee'll worke to finde them foode, come kiffe them foone, 
 1745 And let's forget tliefe wrongs as neuer done. 
 
 Enter Babnlo with a cradle. 
 
 Ba. Come, where be thefe infidels? heere's the cradle of 
 fecurity, and my pillow of idlenes for them, and their Grand- 
 fires cloake (not of hypocrifie but honefty) to couer them. 
 
 Ian. Lay them both foftly downe. Griffill|,] fit downe^ 
 1750Laureo|,l fetch you my lute, rocke thou the cradle. 
 Couer the poore fooles arme, ile charme their eyes, 
 To take a fleepej,] by fweet tunde lullabyes. 
 
 The Song. 
 Golden f lumbers kiffe your eyes^ 
 Smiles awake you when you rife : 
 1755 Sleepe pretty wantons [,] doe not cry, 
 And I will fing a lullabie. 
 Kocke them[,| rocke them[,| lullabie. 
 
 Care is heauy[,] therefore fleepe you, 
 You are care and care muft keep you: 
 1760 Sleepe pretty wantonsj.] doe not cry, 
 And I will ring a lullabie, 
 Rocke them[,] rocke them[,| lullabie. 
 
 Enter Furio and Marqueffe aloofe difgiiifed with bafkets. 
 
 Fur. Leaue finging. 
 
 Ba. We may choofe. Grandiire[,] fol fa once more, we'll 
 
 1739 teares,] 1748 Die Schlusaklammer steht schon hiiiter hypo- 
 crifie. 1749 downe,] 1764 choofe,] 
 
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 1765 alia mire him, and he we waile in woe, and who can hin- 
 der vs? 
 
 Fur. Sirra Scholler[,| read there, it's a commilTion for mee 
 to take away thele children. 
 Ba. Nay then y'are welcome, there's foure groates, and 
 1770 heere's foure more. 
 
 Gri. To take away my children|,| gentle Furio, 
 Why muft my babes beare this vngentle doome? 
 Fur. Goe looke. 
 
 Lau. mifery, moft accurfed time, 
 1775 When to be foes to guilt is helde a crime. 
 
 Sifterf,] this fiend muft beare your infants hence. 
 la. Good Grifril[,| beare al wrongs Wt patience. 
 
 [Weepe8[.] 
 Gri. Good father^ let true patience cure all woe, 
 You bid me be content, oh be you fo. 
 1780 Lau. Father[,] why doe you weepe? 
 
 Ian. What can I doe? 
 
 Though her he punifh, he might pitty you. 
 
 Lau. Let's fret and curfe the Marqueffe cruelly. 
 Ba. I|,l by my troth that's a good way, we may well do 
 it, now we are out of his hearing. 
 1785 Gri. Muft I then be diuorc'd and loofe this treafure? 
 I muft and am content, fince tis his pleafure. 
 I prie thee tell me whither they muft goe? 
 Fu. No. 
 
 Gri. Art thou commaunded to conceale the place? 
 1790 Fu. L 
 
 Gri. Then will not 1 inquire. Thou doft but ieft[:| 
 I know thou muft not rob me, tis to try 
 If I loue them: no, no, heere I read, 
 
 That which ftrikes blinde mine eyes, makes my heart bleede. 
 1795 Farewell, farewell, dearc foules, adue|,| adue. 
 Your father fendes and 1 mult part from you, 
 I muft[,] oh God|!| I muft: muft is for Kings, 
 And loe obedience for loe vnderlings. 
 
 1775 crime,] 1780 What can I doe,] 1785 diuorc'd?] Ebd. trcalurc] 
 1786 pleafure,] 1791 inquire, thou] 17i)4 bleede,] 17i)7 I muft,] 
 
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 Lull. He riiall not hale them thus, keep them perforce, 
 1800 This riaue lookes on them with a murdring eye. 
 
 Ba. No, he Thai not haue them, knocke out his braines, 
 and laue the little hop a my thombes. 
 
 Fu. Doe if you dare. 
 
 Marq. How now my hearts, what's the matter? 
 1805 Fu. What carTt thou? 
 
 Lau. This is poore Griffil, wife viito our Duke, 
 And thele her children: thus he lendes her home, 
 And thus he fends a ferpent to deuour, 
 Their pretious Hues, he brings commifliou, 
 1810 To hale them hence, but whyther none can tell. 
 
 Grif. Forbeare, forbeare. 
 
 Marq. Take them from him perforce. 
 
 Are thefe his children? 
 
 Ba. So fhe faies. 
 
 Marq. Two fweet Duckes, and is this his wife? 
 1815 Ba. Yes, he has lyne with her. 
 
 Mar. A pretty foule, firraf,] thou wilt be hang'd for this. 
 
 Fu. Hang- thy felfe. 
 
 Mar. Beate him, but firft take thefe two from his armes, 
 I am a bafket maker, and I fweare 
 1820 He dye before he beare away the babes. 
 
 Ba. Oh rare, cry prentifes and clubs, the corporation can- 
 not be ( ) iiiTa[,] let downe thy bafkets and to't pell 
 mell. 
 
 Fu. Would I were rid of my office? 
 1825 Gri. What will you doe? driue this rafhe fellowe hence? 
 
 Marq. The Marqueffe is a tyrant and does wrong. 
 
 Gri. I would not for the world that hee fhould heare thee. 
 
 Mar. I would not for ten worlds but heare my Griffil. 
 
 Gri. A tyrant, no[:l he's mercy euen her felfe, 
 1830 luftice in triumph rides in his two eyes, 
 
 Take heede how thou prophaneft high deityes. 
 Goe FuriO; get thee gone: good father[,] helpe me 
 
 1803 Fa.] 1805 thou.] 1807 children,] 1811 perforce,] 1825 doe,] 
 1831 deityes:] 
 
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 To guard my deare Lords feruant from this place, 
 I know hee'll doe my pretty babes no harme, 
 1835 For feel,] Furio lookes gently: oh get thee gone, 
 Pitty sits on thy cheekes, but God can tell. 
 My heart laies my tongue lyes, farewell[,J farewell. 
 Marq. Stay firra[,| take thy i)urre. 
 Fur. I let none fall. 
 
 Ba. Halfe part. 
 1840 la. A purfe of golde Furio is falne from thee. 
 
 Fu. Its none of mine, firra bafket-maker, if my armes were 
 not full, thou fhould haue thy handes full: farewel Griffill, 
 if thou neuer fee thy children more , curfe mee , if thou doft 
 fee them againe, thanke God, adue. 
 
 [Exit. 
 1845 Ba. Farewell and be hang'd. 
 
 Gri. I will thanke God for all, why fhould I grieue, 
 To loofe my children? no[,] no, I ought rather 
 Keioyce, becaufe they are borne to their Father. 
 
 la. Daughter, heere's nothing in this purfe but golde. 
 1850 Ba. So much the better, Mafter|:] we'll quickely turne it into 
 filuer. 
 
 la. This purfe that fellow did let fall, run|,J run. 
 Carry it him againe, run Babulo. 
 Away with it, tis laide to doe vs wrong. 
 1855 Lau. Try all their golden baites, ftay|,| neuer run. 
 They can doe no more wrong then they haue done, 
 la. What ayles my Griffill? comfort |thee] my childe. 
 Ba. lie fetch Rofa folis. 
 
 Marq. Poore foule|,| her griefe burnes inward, yet her tung 
 1860 Is loath to giue it freedome: 1 doe wrong, 
 Oh Griffill|!l I doe wrong thee and lament. 
 That for my fake thou feelTt this languifhment. 
 I came to try a feruant and a wife. 
 
 Both haue I prooued true; that purfe of golde I brought, 
 1805 And let it fall of purpofe to relieue her: 
 
 Well may I giue her golde that fo much grieue her. 
 
 1853 Babulo,] 1857 [thcc] Coll. 1861 and,] L8G4 true,] 1805 her,] 
 1866 grieue her,] 
 
59 
 
 As I came in by ftealth, fo He away^ 
 
 Toy has a tongue^ but knowes not what to fay. 
 
 [Exit. 
 
 Gri. So father[,| I am well, I am well indeed, 
 1870 I fhould doe wondrous ill, Thould 1 repine, 
 
 At my babes lorfe[,] for they are none of mine, 
 la. I am glad thou tak'ft this wound lo patiently. 
 Ba. Whoope[!] whether is my brother bafket-maker gone: 
 ha[,] let me fee, I fmell a rat, fneakt hence and neuer take 
 1875 leaue? eyther hee's a craftie knaue, or elfe hee dogs Furio to 
 byte him, for when a quarrell enters into a trade|.] it femes 
 feauen yeares before it be free. 
 
 la. Let him be whome he will, he feem'd our friend. 
 Griffill|,] lay vp this golde[:] tis Furioes lure, 
 1880 Or it may be thy Lord did giue it him, 
 To let it fall for thee, but keep it fafe : 
 If he difdaine to loue thee as a wife, 
 His golde fhall not buy foode to nourifh thee. 
 Griffill|,] come in, time fwiftly runs away, 
 1885 The greateft forrow hath an ending day. 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Gwenthyan and Rice, fhe meanely, he like a Cooke. 
 
 Gwen. Kees, lay her table , and let out her fittailes, and 
 preades, and wines, and ale, and peare. and fait for her 
 gueffe. 
 
 Ri. Yes forfooth|,] my Lady[:] but what fhal I do with 
 1890 all yonder beggers? 
 
 Gwe. Send out the peggers into her Lady, goe. 
 Ri. How? the beggers in, wee fhall haue a louzie feaft 
 Madame. 
 
 [Exit Kees. 
 
 Gw^en. You rafcals|,| prate no more, but fetch them in: 
 
 1895 fhall pridle Sir Owen a good teale well enough, is warrant 
 
 her. Sir Owen is gone to bid her cozen Marquefi'e and a 
 
 meiny to dyne at her houfe, but Gwenthyan fhall kiue her 
 
 dinner I warrant her, for peggers fhall haue all her meate. 
 
 1875 leaue,] 1878 friend,] 1881 lafe,] 1883 thee,] 
 
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 Enter Kecs with a company of beggers: a Table is let with meate. 
 
 l\\. Come my hearts, troope^ troope, euery man follow his 
 1900 leader, heere's my Lady. 
 
 All. God blelTe your Ladifhip, God blefl'e your Ladil'liip. 
 
 Gwen. I thang you|,J me good pegg-ers. Rees[,] pring ftooles, 
 fid awl downe: Rees[,] pring more meate. 
 
 Rice. Heere Madame, He let it on, tak't off who will. 
 1905 Beg. Let vs alone for that, my Lady|:] fhall we fcramble 
 or eate mannerly? 
 
 GAven. Peggers|,| I hobe haue no manners, but firft heare 
 me pray you now, and then fall to out a crie. 
 
 Beg. Peace, heare my Lady. Jacke-mumble-cruft|,| fteale 
 1910 no penny loaues. 
 
 Gwen. Peggers, awl you know Sir Owen? 
 
 All. Palling well, palTing well, God blelTe his worfhij). 
 
 IBeg. Madame, we know him as well as a begger knowes 
 his difh. 
 1915 Gwe. Awl thefe fittels is made for Cozen Marquefle: Sir 
 Owen is gone to fedge him, but Sir Owen has anger her 
 Ladie. 
 
 1 Beg. More fhame for him, hee's not a Knight, but a knitter 
 of caps for it. 
 1920 Gwe. Sir Owen has anger her Lady, and therfore her Lady 
 is anger Sir Owen. 
 
 1 Beg. Make him a cuckolde Madame, and vpon that I drinke 
 to you: helter fkelter|,] here roagues, top and top gallant, 
 pell mell, huftie tuftie, hem, God I'aue the Duke, and a fig 
 1925 for the hangman. 
 
 Gwen. llees[,] fedge wine and peares enough, and fall to 
 pegger, and eate awl her fheere, and tomineere, fee you now, 
 pray doe. 
 
 A drunken feaft, they quarrel and grow drunke, and pocket vp the 
 meate, the dealing of Cannes like a fet at Mawe. 
 
 [Exit Kees. 
 Gwe. Nay[,| I pray peggers be quiet, tag your meates, you 
 19;iO haue trinkes enough I fee, and get you home nowe good 
 peggers. 
 
 1902 peggers,] 1903 downe,] VMd Lady,] 
 
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 1 Beg'. Come you roagiies, lets goe[:] tag and rag, cut and long 
 
 taile, I am victualed for a month. God bo'y Madame, pray 
 
 God Sir Owen and you may fall out euery day: Is there any 
 
 1935 harme in this now? hey tri-lill^ glue the dog a loafe, fill the 
 
 tother pot you whoore & God lane the Duke. 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 Gwe. I thang you|,| good peggers, ha[,| ha, this is fine 
 I'pord^ by God is haue peggers eate her fittales all day long. 
 
 Enter Sir Owen and Rees. 
 
 Ow. Where is the Theere Rees? Cods plude[,] where? 
 1940 Ri. I bereech you fir[,] be patient^ I tell you the beggers 
 haue it. 
 
 Owen. Wad a pogs is doe with peggers? wad is peggers 
 do at Knights houfe? Is peggers Sir Owens guelTe Rees? 
 Ri. No Sir Owen[:] they were my Ladies gueffe. 
 1945 Ow. Ha? you hungry rafcalles^ where's her Ladie Gwen- 
 thyan? Cods plude[,| peggers eate her I'heere and cozen Mar- 
 queffe come. 
 
 Ri. I know not w^here my Lady is^ but there's a begger 
 woman, afke her, for my Lady dealt her almes amongft them 
 1950 her felfe. 
 
 Ow. A pogs on you pegger w^hore, where's ther pread and 
 fheere? Cod vdge me[J He pegger you for fittels. 
 
 Gwe. Hawld, hawld; hawld^ what is mad now? here is 
 her Lady: is her Lady pegger you rafcals? 
 1955 Ri. No fweet Madame, you are my Lady : a man is a man 
 though he haue but a hofe on his head; and you are my 
 Lady though you want a hood. 
 
 Ow. How^ now? how^ now? ha[,J ha, her Ladie in tawny 
 
 coatC; and tags and rags lb? where is her meate Gwenthian? 
 
 1960 where is her fheere? her cozen Marqueffe is heere and great 
 
 teale of Shentlefolkes and Laties and Lawrdes[;] pie and pie. 
 
 Gwe. What care her for Laties or cozen too? fittels is 
 
 awl gone. 
 
 Ow. OwC; gone? is her Ladie mad? 
 
 1933 month,] 1934 owen] 1955 Lady,] 19o-2 t )0,] 
 
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 1965 Gwen. No, oiir Lord is mad, you teare her ruffes and re- 
 patoes, and pridle her, is her pridled nowV is her repatoed 
 now? is her teare in peeces now? lie tedge her pridle her 
 Lady againe, her cozen Marquefle ('hall eate no pread and 
 meate heere, and her Ladie Gwenthians will goe in tags and 
 1970 rags, and like pegger to vexe and chafe fir Owen, fee you 
 now ? 
 
 Owen. A pogs fee her, Cods pludej,] what is doe now 
 Eees? 
 
 Ri. Speake her faire Mafter[,| for fhee lookes wildely. 
 1975 Owen. Is looke wildely indeede. Gwenthian[,] pray goe in, 
 and put prauerie vpon her packe and pelly, Cod vdge me[,] 
 is pie new repatoes and ruffes for her Lady: pray doe lb, 
 pray good Ladyes. 
 Ri. Doe good Madame. 
 1980 Gw. Cartho crogge, Cartho crogge, Gwenthian fcornes her 
 flatteries, her Lady goe no petter. Sir Owen hang her felfe. 
 
 Ow. mon lago, her Pritifh plude is not indure it by 
 Cod: a pogs on her, put on her fine coates is peft, put on, 
 goe to, put on. 
 1985 Ri. Put off Sir Owen[,] and fhee'll put on. 
 
 Gwe. A pogs on her, is put on none, but goe like pegger. 
 Ow. Rees[,| goe mag more fire, and let her haue more 
 fheere. 
 Gwen. Rees mag fire, and He fcalde her like pigge, fee 
 1990 you now? 
 
 Ri. I fhall be peppered how ere the market goes. 
 Ow. Mag great teal of fires, or Sir Owen [hall knog your 
 eares. 
 
 Gwen. Make litle teale of fire, or Gwenthian fhall cut oft* 
 1995 your eares: and pob you, & pob you Rees, fee you now? 
 
 Ri. Holde good Madame, I fee you and feele you too, 
 y'are able to let ftones together by th'eares: I befeech you 
 be quiet both. He make a fire Sir Owen to pleafe you. 
 Ow. Doe Rce8|:| He pridle her Ladies well enough. 
 2000 Gwen. Will you, you rafcals? 
 
 1975 indeed,] 
 
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 Ki. Nay[,] but lieare you fweet Madame^ lie make a fire 
 to pleafe Sir Oweii; and when it burnes, He quench it to 
 pleafe you. 
 
 [Exit. 
 
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