Al fooles a comedy, presented at the Black Fryers, and lately before his Maiestie. Written by George Chapman.

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Al fooles a comedy, presented at the Black Fryers, and lately before his Maiestie. Written by George Chapman.
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Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.
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AGTVS QVINTI: (Book 5)

SCENA PRIMA. (Book 5)

Rinaldo solus.
Fortune the great commandresse of the world▪ Hath diuers wayes to aduance her followers: To some she giues honour without deseruing, To other some deseruing without honour, Some wit, some walth: and some wit without wealth: Some wealth without wit, some, nor wit nor wealth But good smocke-faces: or some qualities, by nature without iudgement, with the which They liue in sensuall acceptation,

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And make show onely, without touche of substance; My fortune is to winne renowne by Gulling, Gostanzo, Darioto, and Cornelio: All which suppose in all their different kindes, Their witts entyre, and in themselues no piece, All at one blow; my helmet yet vnbruisde, I haue vnhorst, laid flat on earth for Guls; Now in what taking poore Cornelio is, Betwixt his large diuorce, and no diuorce, I long to see, and what he will resolue: I lay my life he cannot chew his meate, And lookes much like an Ap had swallowed pilles, And all this comes of bootelesse iealousie: And see where bootlesse ieal ousie appeates.
Enter Cornel.
Ile bourd him straight; how now Cornelio? Are you resolu'd on the diuorce or no?
Cor.
What's that to you? looke to your owne affaires, The time requires it; are not you engag'd In some bonds forfeit for Vlerio?
Rial.

Yes, what of that?

Corn.
Why so am I my selfe, And both our dangers great, he is arrested On a recognizance, by a vsuring slaue.
Rinal.
Arresed? I am sorry with my hart, It is a matter may import me much, May not our bayle suffize to free him thinke you?
Cor.
I thinke it may, but I must not be seene in't, Nor would I wish you, for we both are parties, And liker 〈◊〉〈◊〉 to bring our selues in trouble, Then beare him out: I haue already made Means to the officers to sequester him In priuate for a time, till some in cret Might make his Father vnderstand his state, Who would perhaps take present order for him, Rather then suffer him t'endure the shame Of his imprisonment; Now, would you but goe And breake the matter closely to his Father, (As you can wisely doo't) and bring him to him,

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This were the onely way to saue his credit, And to keepe off a shrowd blow from our selues.
Rinal.

I know his Father will be mou'd past 〈◊〉〈◊〉.

Corn.
Nay if you stand on such nice ceremonics, Faewell our substance: 〈◊〉〈◊〉 diseases Aske extreame 〈◊〉〈◊〉, better he should storme Some littletime, then we be beate for euer Vnder the horred shelter of a prison,
Rinal.

Where is the place?

Corn.
Tis at the halfe Moone Tauerne, Hast, for the matter will abide no staye.
Rin.

Heauen send my speed be equall with my hast.

Exit.
Corn.
Goe shallow scholler, you that make all Guls, You that can out-see cleere-ey'd icolousie, Yet make this slight a Milstone, where your braine Sticks in the midst amazd: This Gull to him And to his sellow Guller, shall become More bitter then their baiting of my humour: Heere at this Tauerne shall Gostanzo finde, Fortuuio, Darioto, Claudio, And amongst them, the ringleader his sonne His husband, and his Saint Valerio, That knowes not of what fashion Dice are made, Nor er yet lookt towards a red Lettice, (Thinkes his blinde Sire) at drinking and at Dice, Withall their wenches, and at ull discouer His owne grose folly, and his sonnes distempers, And both shall know (although I be no scholler) Yet I haue thus much Latin, as to say Iam sumus ergo pares.
Exit.
Enter Valerio, Fortunio, Claudio, Page, Grat: Gazetta, Bellanora. A Drawer or two, set∣ting a Table.
Val.
Set me the Table heere, we will shift roomes, To see if Fortune will shift chances with vs: Sit Ladies, fit, Fortunio place thy wench,

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And Claudio place you Dariotos mistresse, I wonder where that neate spruce aue becomes: I thinke he was some Barbers sonne by th'masse, Tis such a picked fellow, not a haire About his whole Bulke, but it stands in print, Each Pinne hath his due place, not any point, But hath his perfect tie, fashion, and grace, A thing whose soule is specially imployde In knowing where best Gloues, best Stockings, Wasecotes, Curiously wrought are solde; sacks Milleners shop For all new tyres and fashions, and can tell yee What new deuices of all sorts there are: And that there is not in the whole Rialto, But one new-fashion'd Wast-cote, or one Night-cap, One pate of Gloues, pretty or well perfum'd, And from a paire of Gloues of halfe a crowne, To twenty crownes: will to a very scute Smell out the price: and for these womanly parts He is esteem'd a witty Gentleman.
Fortunio.

See where he comes.

Entr Darioto.
Dari.

God saue you louely Ladies.

Val.
I well said louely Paris, your wall eye, Must euer first be gloting on mens wiues, You thinke to come vpon vs, being halfe drunke, And so to part the freshest man amongst vs, But you shall ouer-take vs, Ile be sworne.
Dario.

Tush man where are your dice? lets fall to them.

Clau.

We haue bin at am, Drawer, call for more.

Vale.
First lets haue Wine, Dice haue no perfect edge, Without the liquid whetstone of the Sirrope.
Fort.
True, and to welcome Darioto's latenes, He shall (pledg'd) carouze one crowned cup To all these Ladies health.
Dari.

I am well plasd.

Val.
Come on, let vs varie our sweete time With sundy excercises, Boy? Tabacco. And Drawer, you must get vs musique too, Calls in a cleanly noyse, the slaues grow lowzy.

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Drawer.

You shall haue such as we can get you sir.

Exit.
Daiot.

Let's haue some Dice: I pray thee, they are clenly▪

Ual.

Page, Lt mee see that 〈◊〉〈◊〉

Page.

Itis not Leafe Sir, Tis pudding cane Ta

Val.

But I meane, your slock sir, what lease is that I pray

Page.

I pray you see sir, for I cannot read.

Ual.
〈◊〉〈◊〉 a rancke stincking Satyre: this had been Enough to haue poyned euerie man of vs.
Dari.
And now you spake of that, my Boy oe lid A pipe of Cane Tabacco with a pce Of a vild Bllad, and Ile sweare I had A singing in my head a whole weeke after.
Ual.

Well, th'old verse is, A Aptibus incipe io-.

Enter Drawer with Wine and a Cupp.
Uall.
Drawer, fill out this Gentlemans Carowse, And harden him for our societie.
Dariot.

Well Ladies heere is to your honourd healths.

For.

What Dariotto, without hat or knee?

Ual.
Well said Fortunio, O y'are a rar Courtier, Your knee good Signior, I beseech your knee.
Dariot.

Nay pray you, lets take it by degrees Ualerio; on our feete first, for this will bring's too soone vpon our 〈◊〉〈◊〉.

Vall.
Sir, there are no degrees of order in a Taue, Heere you must, I chargd yee runne all a head, Slight, Courtier, downe; I hope you are no Elephant, you haue Ioynts?
Dari.

Well Sir, heere's to the Ladies on my knees.

Vall.

Ile be their pledge.

Enr Gostanzo & Rinaldo▪
Fort.
Not yet Valerio, This hee must drinke vdgd.
Uall.

Hee shall not, I will gi him this adantage.

Gost.

How now? whats hre are these the Officers?

Rin.

Slight, I would all were well.

Entr Cornelio.
Uall.
H is his pldge: Hre's to our common friend Corn health.

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Clau.

Health to Gazetta, Poyson to her husband.

He kneeles.
Cor.

Excellent Guestes: these are my dayly Guestes.

Ual.
Drawer make euen th'impartiall skales of Iustice, Giue it to Caudio, and from him fill round. Come Dariotto, sett mee, let mee rest, Come in when they haue done the Ladyes right.
Gost.

Sett mee, doe you know what belongs to setting?

Rin.

What a dull slaue was I to be thus gull'd.

Cor.
Why Rinald, what meant you to intrap your friend, And bring his Father to this spectacle? You are a friend in deed.
Rin.
Tis verie good Sir, Perhaps my friend, or I, before wee part, May make euen with you.
Fort.

Come, lets sett him round.

Uall.
Doe so: at all. A plague vpon these Dice. Another health, sfoote I shall haue no lucke, Till I be druncke: come on, heere's to the comfort, The Caualier my Father should take in mee, If he now saw mee, and would do me right.
Fort.

e pledge it, and his health Valeri.

Gost.

Heere's a good Husband.

Rin.

I pray you haue patience Sir.

Val.

Now haue at all, an'were a thousand pound.

Gost.

Hold Sir, I barr the Dice.

Val.
What Sir, are you there? Fill's a fresh pottle, by this light, Sir Knight, You shall do right.
Enter Marc. Ant.
Gost.
O thou vngratious villaine, Come, come, wee shall haue you now thunder foorth Some of your thriftie sentences, as grauely:

For as much Vlerius as euery thing has time, and a Pudding has two: yet ought not satisfaction to swerue so much from defalcation of well dispos'd people, as that indemnitie should preiudice what securitie doth insinuate: a try all yet once againe.

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Marc. An.
Heere's a good sight, y'are well encountred sir, Did not I tell you you'd oreshoote your selfe With too much wisedome▪
Vl.
Sir, your wisest do so. Fill the old man some wine.
Gost.

Heere's a good Infant.

Marc.
Why Sir: Ahlas Ile wager with your wisedome, His consorts drew him to it, for of him selfe He is both vertuous, bashfull, innocent: Comes not at Cittie: knowes no Cittie Art, But plies your Husbandrie; dares not view a Wench.
Ual.

Father, hee comes vpon you▪

Gost.

Heere's a Sonne.

Marc.

Whose wife is Gratiana now I pray?

Gost.
Sing your old song no more, your braine's too short To reach into these pollicies.
Marc.
Tis true, Mine eyes soone blinded: and your selfe would say so, If you knew all: Where lodg'd your Sonne last night? Doe you know that with all your pollicie?
Gost.
Youle say he lodg'd with you, and did not I Foretell you: all this must for cullour sake Be brought about, onely to blinde your eyes?
Marc.
By heauen I chaunc' this morne, I know not why To passe by Graanas bed-chamber, And whom saw I fast by her naked side, But your Ualerio?
Gost.
Had you not warning giuen? Did not I bidd you watch my Courtier well, Or hee would set a Crest a your Sonnes head?
Marc.
That was not all, for by them on a stoole, My Sonne sate laughing, to see you so gull'd,
Gost.

Tis too too plaine▪

Mar.

Why Sir, do you suspect it the more for that?

Gost.
Suspect it? is there any So grosse a wittoll, as if t'were his wife,

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Would sit by her so tamelie?
Mar.

Why not Sir, To blind my eyes?

Gost.
Well Sir, I was deceiu'd, But I shall make it prooue a deare deceipt to the deceiuer.
Rin.
Nay Sir, lets not haue A new infliction, set on an old fault: Hee did confesse his fault vpon his knees, You pardned it, and swore twas from your hart.
Gost.
Swore; a great peece of worke, the wretch shall know I haue a Daughter heere to giue my land too, Ile giue my Daughter all: the prodigall Shall not haue one poore House to hide his head in.
Fort.
I humblie thanke you Sir, and vow all duetie My life can yeelde you.
Gost.

Why are you so thankfull?

Fort.
For giuing to your Daughter all your Lands, Who is my Wife, and so you gaue them mee,
Gost.

Better, and better.

Fort.
Pray Sir be not moou'd, You drew mee kindlie to your house, and gaue mee Accesse to woe your Daughter, whom I lou'd: And since (by honord mariage) made my wife.
Gost.
Now all my Choller flie out in your witts: Good trickes of Youth y'faith, no Indecorum, Knights sonne, Knights daughter; Marc. Antonio Giue mee your hand, There is no remedie, Mariage is euer made by Destenie.
Rin.
Scilence my Maisters, now heere all are pleas'd, Onelie but Cornelio: who lackes but perswasion To reconcile himselfe to his faire wife: Good Sir will you (of all men our best speaker) Perswade him to receiue her into grace?
Gost.

That I will gladlie, and he shalbe rul'd good Cornelio: I haue heard of your wayward Ielosie, and I must tell you plaine as a friend, y'are an Asse: you must pardon me, I knew your Father.

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Rin.

Then you must pardon him, indeed Sir.

Gost.

Vnderstand mee: put case Dariotto lo'd your wife, whereby you would seeme to refuse her; would you desire to haue such a Wife as no man could loue but your selfe?

Mar.

Answere but that Cornelio.

Gost.

Vnderstand mee: Say Dariotto hath kist your wife, or perform'de other offices of that nature, whereby they did conuerse togeather at bedd and at boord, as friendes may seeme to doe:

Mar.

Marke but the now vnderstand mee.

Gost.

Yet if there come no proofes, but that her actions were cleanlie, or indiscreete priuate, why t'was a signe of modestie: and will you blow 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Horne your selfe, when you may keepe it to your selfe? Goe to, you are a Foole, vnderstand mee?

Val.

Doe vnderstand him Corneli.

Gost.

Nay Cornalio I tell you againe, I knew your Father; Hee was a wise Gentleman, and so was your Mother: mee thinkes I see her yet, a lustie stoute Woman, bore great Chil∣dren, you were the verie skundrell of am all; but let that passe: As for your Mother, shee was wise, a most slippant tonge she had, and could set out her Taile with as good grace as any shee in Florence, come cut and long-tayle; and she was honest enough too: But yet by your leaue she would tickle Dob now and then, as well as the best on am; By Ioue it's true Cornelio, I speake it not to slatter you: your Fa∣ther knew it well enough, and would he do as you do thinke you? set Rascalles to vndermine her, or looke to her water, (as they say)? No, when he saw twas but her humour (for his owne quietnesse sake) he made a Backe-doore to his house for conuenience, gott a Bell to his fore doore, and had an odd fashion in ringing, by which shee and her Mayde knew him; and would stand talking to his next neighbour to pro∣long time, that all thinges might be ridde clenly out a the way before he came, for the credite of his Wie: This was wisedome now, for a mans owne-quiet.

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Mar.

Heere was a man Cornelio.

Gost.

What I say? Young men thinke old men are fooles; but old men know young men are fooles.

Cor.

Why harke you, you two Knights; Doe you thinke I will forsake Gazetta?

Gost.

And will you not?

Cor.

Why theet's your wisedome; why did I make shew of Diuorce thinke you?

Marc.

Pray you why Sir?

Cor.

Onelie to bridle her stout stomack: and how did I draw on the cullour for my diuorce? I did traine the Wood∣cocke Dariotto into the net, drew him to my house, gaue him opportunitie with my wife (as you say my Father dealt with his wiues friendes) onely to traine him in: let him alone with my wife in her bed-chamber; and sometimes founde him a bedd with her, and went my way backe againe softlie, onelie to draw him into the Pitte.

Gost.

This was well handled in deed Cornelio.

Marc.

I marrie Sir, now I commend your wisedome.

Corn.

Why, if I had been so minded as you thinke, I could haue flung his Pantable downe the staires, or doone him some other disgrace: but I winckt at it, and drew on the good foole more and more, onelie to bring him within my com∣passe.

Gost.

Why, this was pollicie in graine.

Cor.

And now shal the world see I am as wise as my father.

Ual.

Is't come to this? then will I make a speech in praise of this reconcilement, including therein the praise and honor of the most fashionable and autenticall HORNE: stande close Gentles, and be silent.

He gets into a chaire.
Gost.

Come on, lets heare his wit in this potable humour.

Ualerio.

THe course of the world (like the life of man) is said to be deuided into seuerall ages: As wee into Infancie, Childhood, Youth, and so forward to Old-age: So the World into the Golden age, the Siluer, the Brasse, the

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Iron, the Leaden, the Wooden; and now into this present age, which wee tearme the Hornedage: not that but former ages haue inioyde this benite as well as our times; but that in ours it is more common, and neuerthelesse pretious. It is said, that in the Golden age of the world, the vse of Gold was not then knowne: an argument of the simplicitie of that age, least therefore succeeding ages should hereafter impute the same fault to vs, which wee lay vpon the irst age; that wee liuing in the Horned age of the world, should not vnder∣stand the vse, the vertue, the honour, and the very royaltie of the Horne; I will in briefe sound the prayses thereof, that they who are alreadie in possession of it, may beare their heades alost, as beeing proud of such loftie a cowtrementes: And they that are but in possibilitie, may be rauisht with a desire to bein possession.

A Trophey so honorable, and vnmatchably powerfull, that it is able to raise any man from a Beggar to an Empe∣rours fellow, a Dukes fellow, a Noble-mans fellow, Alder∣mans fellow; so glorious, that it deserues to be worne (by most opinions) in the most conspicuous place about a man: For what worthier Crest can you beare then the Horne? which if it might be seene with our mortall eyes, what a wonderfull spectacle would there be? and how highly they would rauish the beholders? But their substaunce is incorporall, not falling vnder sence, nor mixt of the grosse concretion of Elementes, but a quintessence beyond them; a spirituall essence inuisible, and euerlasting.

And this hath been the cause that many men haue called their beeing in question, whether there be such a thing in verum naura, or not; because they are not to be seene: as though nothing were that were not to be seene? Who euer saw the Winde? yet what wonderfull ffectes are seene of it? It driues the cloudes, yet no man sees it: It rockes the House, beares downe Trees, Castles, Steeples, yet who sees it? In like sort does your Horne, it swelles the Forehead, yet none sees it: it rockes the Cradle, yet none sees it: so that you

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plainely perceiue Sence, is no Iudge of Essence. The Moone to any mans sence, seemes to be Horned; yet who knowes not the Moone to be euer perfectly round: So likewise your Heades seeme euer to be round, when in deed they are often∣times Horned: for their originall, it is vnsearchable: Natu∣rall they are not; for there is Beast borne with Hornes, more then with Teeth: Created they were not, for Ex nihilo nihil sit; Then will you aske mee, How came they into the world? I know not; but I am sure Women brought them into this part of the world, howsoeuer some Doctors are of opinion that they came in with the Diuell: and not vnlike; for, as the Diuell brought Sinne into the worlde; but the Woman brought it to the Man: so it may very well be that the Diuell brought Hornes into the world; but the Woman brought them to the man,

For their power it is generall ouer the world, no Nation so barbarous, no Countrey so proude, but doth equall ho∣mage to the Horne. Europa when shee was carried through the Sea by the Sturnian Bull, was said (for feare of falling) to haue held by the Horne: and what is this but a plaine shewing to vs, that all Europa, which tooke name from that Europa, should likewise hold by the Horne: So that I say, it is vniuer∣sall ouer the sace of the world, general ouer the face of Europe, and common ouer the face of this Countrey. What Cittie, what Towne, what Village, what Streete? nay what House can quit it selfe of this prerogatiue? I haue read that the Lion once made a Proclamation through all the Forrest, that all Horned Beastes should depart foorthwith vpon paine of death: If this Proclamation should be made through our Forrest, Lord what pressing, what running, what slying, would there be euen from all the parts of it? he that had but a bunch of Flesh in his head would away: and some foolishly fearefull, would imagine the shadow of his Eares to be Hornes: Ahlas how desart woul this Forrest be left?

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To conclude for there force it is irreutable, for were they not irreuitable, then might eyther propernesse of person secure a man, or wisedome preuent am; or greatnesse exempt, or riches redeeme them, but present experience hath taught vs, that in this case, all these stand in no steade: for we see the properst men take part of them, the best wits cannot auoide them (for then should Poets be no cuckolds) nor can money redeeme them, for then would rich-men fine for their hornes, as they do for offices: But this is held for a maxime, that there are more rich cuckolds then poore, lastly for continuance of the horne it is vndeterminable till death: Neither doe they determine with the wiues death, (howsoeuer ignorant writers holde o∣pinion they doe) For as when a knight dies, his Ladie still re∣taines the title of Ladie; when a company is cast yet the Captaine still retaines the title of Captaine; So though the wife die by whom this title came to her husband, yet by the curtesie of the City, he shalbe a cuckold during life, let all igno∣rant asses prate what they list.

Gost.
Notable wag, come sir shake hands with him, In whose high honour you haue made this speech:
Mar Ant.

And you sir come, ioyne hands, y'are one amongst thē.

Gost.
Very well done, now take your seuerall wiues, And spred like wilde-geese, though you now grow tame: Liue merily together and agree, Horne cannot be kept off with iealousie.
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