The nevv inne. Or, The light heart A comoedy. As it was neuer acted, but most negligently play'd, by some, the Kings Seruants. And more squeamishly beheld, and censured by others, the Kings subiects. 1629. Now, at last, set at liberty to the readers, his Maties seruants, and subiects, to be iudg'd. 1631. By the author, B. Ionson.

Act 1. Scene. 5.

Host. Ferret. Louel.

My Ghest, my Ghest, be Iouiall, I beseech thee. I' haue fresh golden ghests, ghests o'the game: Three coach-full! Lords! and Ladies! new come in. And I will cry them to thee, 'and thee, to them, So I can spring a smile, but ••his brow, That like the rugged Roman Alderman,— Old master Grosse, surnam'd 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉.

Ent. Ferret.

Was neuer seene to laugh, but at an Asse.

Fer.

Sir here's the Lady Frampul.

Lou.

How!

Fer.

And her train. Lord Beaufort, & Lord Latimer, the Coronel Tipto', with Mistris Cis, the Chamber-mayd: Trundle, the Coachman—

Lou.

Stop, discharge the house: And get my horses ready, bid the Groome Bring 'hem to the back gate.

Hos.

What meane you Sir?

Lou.

To take faire leaue, mine Host.

Hos.

I hope, my Ghest, Though I haue talked somwhat aboue my share, At large, and bene i'the altitudes, th'extrau••gants, Neither my selfe, nor any of mine haue gi'n you The cause, to quit my house, thus, on the sodaine,

Lou.

No, I affirme it, on my faith. Excuse me,

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From such a rudenes; I was now beginning To tast, and loue you: and am heartily sory, Any occasion should be so compelling, To vrge my abrupt departure, thus. But— Necessity's a Tyran, and commands it.

Hos.

She shall command me first to fire my bush; Then breake vp house: Or, if that will not serue, To breake with all the world. Turne country bankrupt. I' mine owne towne, vpo' the Mercat-day, And be protested, for my butter, and egges, To the last bodge of oates, and bottle of hay; Ere you shall leaue me, I will breake my heart: Coach, and Coach-horses, Lords, and Ladies pack? All my fresh ghests shall stinke! I'le pul my signe, down Conuert mine Inne, to an Almes-house! or a Spittle, For lazers, or switch-sellers! Turne it, to An Academy o'rogues! or gi'it away For a free-schoole, to breed vp beggers in, And send 'hem to the canting Vniuersities Before you leaue me.

Lov.

Troth, and I confesse, I am loath, mine host, to leaue you: your expressions Both take, and hold me. But, in case I stay, I must enioyne you and your whole family To priuacy, and to conceale me. For, The secret is, I would not willingly, See, or be seene, to any of this ging, Especially, the Lad••.

Hos.

Braine o'man, What monster is she? or Cocatrice in veluet, That kils thus?

Lov.

O good words, mine host. She is A noble Lady! great in blood! and fortune!

Faire! and a wit! but of so bent a phant'sie, As she thinks nought a happinesse, but to haue A multitude of seruants! and, to get them, (Though she be very honest) yet she venters Vpon these precipices, that would make her Not seeme so, to some prying, narrow natures. We call her, Sir, the Lady Frances Frampul, Daughter and heire to the Lord Frampul.

Hos.

Who? He that did loue in Oxford, first, a student, And, after, married with the daughter of—

Lo.

Silly.

Hos.

Right, of whom the tale went, to turne Puppet-m^r.

Lov.

And trauell with Yong Goose, the Motion-man.

Hos.

And lie, and liue with the Gipsies halfe a yeare Together, from his wife.

Lo.

The very same: The mad Lord Frampul! And this same is his danghter! But as cock-brain'd as ere the father was! There were two of 'hem, Frances and Laetitiae; But Laetice was lost yong; and, as the rumor Flew then, the mother vpon it lost her selfe. A fond weake woman, went away in a melancholy, Because she brought him none but girles, she thought Her husband lou'd her not. And he, as foolish, Too late resenting the cause giu'n, went after; In quest of her, and was not heard of since.

Hos.

A strange diuision of a familie!

Lov.

And scattered, as i'the great confusion!

Hos.

But yet the Lady, th'heire, enioyes the land.

Lov.

And takes all lordly wayes how to confume it As nobly as she can; if cloathes, and feasting, And the authoriz'd meanes of riot will doe it.

Ent. Fer.

Host.

She shewes her extract, and I honor her for it.