The ball A comedy, as it vvas presented by her Majesties Servants, at the private House in Drury Lane. Written by George Chapman, and Iames Shirly.

THE BALL.

Actus Primus.

Enter Sr. Marmaduke Travers, and Mr. Bostocke.

Bos.

WHether so fast Sr. Marmaduke, a word.

Mar.

My honorable blood? wod I could stay To give thee twentie, I am now engag'd To meete a noble Gentleman.

Bos.

Or rather A Gentlewoman, let her alone, and goe With me.

Ma.

Whether.

Bo.

Ile shew thee a Lady of fire.

Ma.

A Lady of the Lake were not so dangerous.

Bo.

I meane a spirit in few words, because I love thee, Ile be open. I am going To see my Mistresse.

Ma.

Ile dispence with my Occasion to see a hansome Lady, I know you'le chuse a rare one.

Bo.

She is a creature Worth admiration, such a beauty, wit, And an estate besides, thou canst not chuse But know her name, the Lady Lucina.

Ma.

Is she your Mistresse?

Bo.

Mine, whose but mine?

Am I not nobly borne, does not my blood Deserve her?

Ma.

To tell you truth, I was now going thither, Though I pretended an excuse, and with A Complement from one that is your rivall.

Bo.

Does she love any body else?

Ma.

I know not, But shee has halfe a score upon my knowledge Are sutors for her favour.

Bo.

Name but one, And if he cannot shew as many coates.

Ma.

He thinkes he has good cards for her, and likes His game well.

Bo.

Be an understanding Knight, And take my meaning, if he cannot shew As much in Heraldry.

Ma.

I doe not know how rich he is in fields, But he is a gentleman.

Bo.

Is he a branch of the Nobilitie, How many Lords can he call cozen? else He must be taught to know he has presum'd To stand in competition with me.

Ma.

You wonot kill him.

Bo.

You shall pardon me, I have that within me must not be provok'd, There be some living now that ha beene kill'd For lesser matters.

Ma.

Some living that ha beene kill'd!

Bo.

I meane some living that ha seene examples, Not to confront Nobilitie, and I Am sensible of my honour.

Ma.

His name is Sr. Ambrose.

Bo.

Lamount a Knight of yesterday, And he shall die to morrow, name another.

Ma.

Not so fast Sir. you must take some breath.

Bo.

I care no more for killing halfe a dozen Knights of the lower house, I meane that are not

Descended from Nobilitie, then I doe To kicke any footeman, and Sr. Ambrose were Knight of the Sunne, King Oberon should not save him, Nor his Queene Mab.

Enter Sr. Ambrose Lamount.

Ma.

Vnluckily hees her'e sir.

Bo.

Sr. Ambrose How does thy Knighthood? ha.

Am.

My Nimph of honour well, I joy to see thee.

Bo.

Sr. Marmaduke tells me thou art sutor to Lady Lucina.

Am.

I have ambition To be her servant.

Bos.

Hast, thar't a brave Knight, and I commend Thy judgement.

Am.

Sr Marmaduke himselfe leanes that way too.

Bo.

Why didst conceale it, come, the more the merrier▪ But I could never see you there.

Ma.

I hope Sir we may live.

Bo.

Ile tell you Gentlemen, Cupid has given us all one Livery, I serve that Lady too, you understand me, But who shall carry her, the fates determine, I could be knighted too.

Am.

That would be no addition to Your blood.

Bo.

I thinke it would not, so my Lord told me, Thou know'st my Lord, not the Earle, my tother Cozen, theres a sparke his predecessors Have match'd into the blood, you understand He put me upon this Lady, I proclaime No hopes, pray lets together Gentlemen; If she be wise, I say no more, shee shanot Cost me a sigh, nor shall her love engage me To draw a sword, I ha vow'd that.

Ma.

You did but jest before.

Am.

Twere pitty that one drop

Of your Heroicke blood should fall toth' ground, Who knowes but all your cozen Lords may die.

Ma.

As I beleeve them not immortall sir.

Am.

Then you are gulfe of honour swallow all, May marry some Queene your selfe, and get Princes To furnish the barren parts of Christendome.

Enter a servant Solomon.

Sol.

Sir Marmaduke in private? my Lady wod Speake with you.

Am.

Tis her servant, whats the matter?

Bo.

I hope he is not sent for.

Sol.

But come alone, I shall be troubled With their inquiries, but Ile answer 'em.

Am.

Solomon?

Sol.

My Lady would speake with you sir.

Am.

Mee?

Sol.

Not too loude, I was troubled with Sr. Marmaduke.

Mar.

This is good newes.

Bo.

I doe not like this whispering,

Sol.

Forget not the time, and to come alone.

Am.

This is excellent.

Bo.

Solomon, dost not know me?

Sol.

My businesse is to you sir, these Kept me off, my Lady Lucina Has a great minde to speake with you, Little doe these imagine how she honours me.

Bo.

If I faile, may the Surgeon When he opens the next veine, let out all my honorable blood, There's for thy paines, what thou shalt be hereafter Time shall declare, but this must be conceal'd.

Exit.

Am.

You looke pleasant.

Ma.

No, no I have no cause, you smile Sr. Ambrose.

Am.

Who I? the Coronell.

Enter the Coronell.

Ma.

But of our file, another of her suitors.

Am.

Noble Coronell.

Co.

My honored Knights, and men of lustie kindred.

Bo.

Good morrow.

Co.

Morrow to all Gentlemen, Ile tell you Who is return'd?

Am.

From whence.

Co.

A friend of ours that went to travell.

Ma.

Who, who?

Co.

I saw him within these three minuts, and know not how I Lost him agen, he's not farre off, dee keepe a Catalogue Of your debts.

Bo.

What debts?

Co.

Such dulnesse in your memory, there was About sixe moneths ago a Gentleman That was perswaded to sell all his land, And to put the money out most wisely, To have for one at his returne from Venice, The shotten Herring, is hard by.

Am.

Iacke Freshwater, Ile not see him yet.

Bo.

Must we pay him?

Co.

It will be for your honour, marry wee Without much staine, may happily compound, And pay him nothing.

Enter Freshwater, and Mounsieur Le Friske.

Here comes the thing With what formalitie he treades, and talkes, And manageth a toothpicke like a Statesman.

Am.

How hee's transform'd?

Ma.

Is not his soule Italian?

Bo.

Ile not bid him welcome home.

Am.

Nor I.

Ma.

Whats the tother Rat thats with him?

Co.

Dee not know him, tis the Court dancing Weesill.

Ma.

A Dancer, and so gay.

Co.

A meere French footeman Sir, does he not looke Like a thing come off oth' Saltsellar.

Ma.

A Dancer? I would allow him gay about the legges, But why his body should exceede decorum, Is a sinne oth' state.

Fre.

Thats all.

I can informe you of their dance in Italy, Marry that very morning I left Venice, I had intelligence of a new device.

Mon.

For the dance Mounsieur.

Fre.

Si Signior, I know not What countryman invented, but they say There be Chopinoes made with such rare art, That worne by a Lady when she meanes to dance, Shall with their very motion sound forth musicke, And by a secret sympathy with their tread Strike any tune that without other instrument, Their feete both dance and play.

Mon.

Your lodging Mounsieur, That when I have leasure I may dare Present an humble servitor.

Fre.

I do ly At the signe of Dona Margaretta de Pia In the Strand.

Gud.

At the Magget a Pie in the Strand sir.

Mon.

At de Magdepie boon adieu serviteur.

Exit.

Am.

He wonot know us.

Gud.

Dee see those Gentlemen.

Fre.

Thou Platalone be silent.

Co.

Ile speake to him, Y are welcome home sir.

Fre.

Signior.

Exit.

Co.

He wonot know me, this is excellent, He shall be acquainted better, ere I part With any sommes.

Am.

Next time weele not know him.

Bo.

Would all my creditors had this blessed ignorance.

Ma.

Now Coronell I'le take my leave.

Bo.

I am enga'd too.

Exeunt.

Co.

Well.

Bo.

I shall meete you anon, I am to waite upon a cosin of mine.

Co.

A Countesse.

Bo.

My Lord?

Enter Lord Rainebow and Barker.

Lor.

Cosin.

Bo.

Your Lordship honours me in this acknowledgement.

Lo.

Coronell.

Bo.

Dee not know me sir?

Ba.

Y are not a proclamation that every man is bound to take notice on, And I cannot tell who you are by instinct.

Lo.

A kinsman of mine Franke?

Co.

Good morrow to your Lordship.

Lo.

Coronell? your humble servant, harke you Franke.

Bo.

You are acquainted with my Lord then, Is he not a compleate Gentleman? his family Came in with the Conqueror.

Co.

You had not else beene kinne to him.

Bo.

A poore slip, a syens from that honourable tree.

Co.

He is the Ladies Idoll, they ha not leasure To say their prayers for him, a great advancer Of the new Ball.

Bo.

Nay hee's right, right as my legge Coronell.

Co.

But tother Gentleman you doe not know his inside.

Bo.

I ha seene him, he lookes philosophicall.

Co.

Who! hee's the wit, whom your Nobilitie Are much oblig'd to for his company, He has a railing genious, and they cherish it, Fling dirt in every face when hee's ith' humour, And they must laugh, and thanke him, he is dead else.

Bo.

Will the Lords suffer him.

Co.

Or lose their mirth, hee's knowne in every science, And can abuse em all, some ha suppos'd He has a worme ins braine, which at some time Oth' Moone doth ravish him into perfect madnesse, And then he prophesies, and will depose The Empeorr, and set up Bethalem Gabre.

Bo.

Hee's dead, I hope he wonot conjure for him.

Co.

His father shanot scape him nor his ghost, Nor heaven, nor hell, his jest must ha free passage, Hee's gone, and I lose time to talke on him, Farewell, Your Countesse

May expect too long, Farewell Coronell.

Exeunt.

Enter Lady Rosomond, and Lady Honoria.

Ros.

Why doe you so commend him?

Hon.

Does he not Deserve it? name a gentleman in the Kingdome, So affable, so moving in his language, So pleasant, witty, indeede every thing A Lady can desire.

Ros.

Sure thou dost love him, Ile tell his Lordshippe when I see him agen, How zealous you are in his commendation.

Hon.

If I be not mistaken, I have heard Your tongue reach higher in his praises Madam, How ere you now seeme cold, but if you tell him My opinion, as you shall doe him no pleasure, You can doe me no injury, I know His Lordship has the constitution Of other Courtiers, they can endure To be commended.

Ros.

But I prethee tell me, Is not love whence this proceeds, I have I must confesse discourst of his good parts, Desir'd his company.

Ho.

And had it?

Ros.

Yes, and had it.

Ho.

All night.

Ros.

You are not I hope jealous, If I should say all night I neede not blush, It was but at a Ball, but what of this?

Ho.

Ene what you will

Ros.

I hope you ha no patent To dance alone with him, if he ha priviledge To kisse another Lady, she may say He does salute her, and returne a cursie To shew her breeding, but Ile now be playner, Although you love this Lord, it may possible He may dispose his thoughts another way▪

Ho.

He may so.

Ros.

Who can helpe it, he has eyes To looke on more than one, and understand Perhaps to guide, and place his love upon The most deserving object.

Ho.

Most deserving, This language is not levill with that friendship, You have profest, this touches a comparison.

Ros.

Why doe you thinke all excellence is throng'd Within your beauty.

Ho.

You are angry Lady, How much does this concerne you to be thus Officious in his cause, if you be not Engag'd by more than ordinary affection. I must interpret this no kinde respect To me.

Ros.

Angry, ha, ha.

Ho.

You then transgresse against civilitie.

Ros.

Good Madam why? because, I thinke, and tell you that another Lady May be as hansome in some mans opinion, Admit I lov'd him too, may not I hold Proportion with you, on some entreaty.

Enter Lord.

Lor.

They're loude, Ile not be seene yet.

Ros.

What is it that exalts you above all Comparison? my father was as good A gentleman, and my mother has as great A spirit.

Ho.

Then you love him too.

Ros.

Twill appeare No greater miracle in me I take it, Yet difference will be, perhaps I may Affect him with a better consequence.

Ho.

Your consequence perhaps may be denied too, Why there are no such wonders in your eye Which other composition doe not boast of, My Lord no doubt hath in his travells clapt As modest cheekes, and kist as melting lippes.

Ro.

And yet mine are not pale.

Ho.

It may be they blush for the teeth behinde them.

Ro.

I have read No sonnets on the sweetnesse of your breath.

Ho.

Tis not perfum'd.

Ro.

But I have heard of your tongue exalted much, Highly commended.

Ho.

Not above your forehead, When you have brush'd away the hairie pentehrush, And made it visible.

Lo.

Ile now interrupt 'em. Theyle fall by the eares else presently.

Ho.

My Lord.

Lo.

What in contention Ladies?

Ro.

Oh my Lord you'r welcome.

Lo.

Expresse it in discoverie of that Made you so earnest, I am confident You were not practising a Dialogue To entertaine me.

Ho.

Yet it did concerne you.

Ro.

Do not you blush, fie Madam.

Lo.

Nay and you come to blush once, and fie Madam, Ile know the secret, by this kisse I will, And this.

Ho.

You were kis'd first, discover now At your discretion.

Ro.

My Lord we were in jest.

Ho.

It might ha turn'd to earnest, if your Lordship Had not interpos'd.

Lo.

Come out with it.

Ro.

We had a difference.

Lo

Well said.

Ro.

About a man ith' world, you are best name him.

Ho.

You have the better gift at telling secrets.

Lo.

Yet agen, come Ile helpe it out, there is A gentleman ith' world, some call a Lord.

Ro.

Did your Lordship over-heare us?

Lo.

Nay nay, you must stand too't,

One, whom you Love, it will appeare no greater miracle In you I take it, one no doubt that hath Travel'd, and clapt as modest cheekes, and kis'd As melting lippes, thus farre ime right, but what Name this most happy man doth answer too, Is not within my circle.

Ho.

Yet you know him.

Ro.

Not to retaine your Lordship ith' darke, Confident you'le not accuse my modesty For giving you a truth, you shall not travell Beyond your selfe to find his name, but doe not Triumph my Lord.

Lo.

Am I so fortunate, Then love I doe forgive thee, and will cherish The flame I did suspect would ruine me, You two divide my love, onely you two▪ Be gentle in your Empire heavenly Ladies, No enemy abroad can threaten you, Be carefull then, that you maintaine at home No civill warres.

Ho.

How dee meane my Lord?

Lo.

You are pleas'd to smile upon me gentle Lady, And I have tooke it in my heart more than Imaginary blessings with what pleasure Could I behold this beautie, and consume My understanding to know nothing else, My memory to preserve no other figure.

Ro.

My Lord, I am not worth your flatterie.

Lo.

I flatter you? Venus her selfe be judge, To whom you are so like in all thats faire, Twere sinne but to be modest.

Ro.

How my Lord?

Lo.

Do not mistake me, twere A sinne but to be modest in your praises, Heres a hand, nature shew me such another, A brow, a cheeke, a lip, and every thing, Happy am I that Cupids blinde.

Ro.

Why happy?

Lo.

If he could see, he would forsake his Mistresse To be my rivall, and for thy embraces Be banish'd heaven.

Ho.

My Lord Ile take my leave.

Lo.

If you did know how great a part of me, Will whither in your absence, you would have More charitie, one accent of unkinde Language from you, doth wound me more than all The mallice of my destinies, oh deare Madam, You say you'le take your leave of your poore servant▪ Say rather, you will dwell for ever here, And let me stay and gaze upon Your heavenly forme.

Ho.

I can be patient To heare your Lordship mocke me, these are but A course reward for my good thoughts.

Lo.

This tis to use plaine dealing, and betray the inside Of our hearts to women, did you thinke well of me So late, and am I forfeited already, Am I a Christian?

Ho.

Yes I hope my Lord.

Lo.

Make me not miserable then, deare Madam, With your suspition, I dissemble with you, But you know too well what command your beauty Has upon me.

Ho.

Give me leave My Lord to wonder you can love me, With such a flame you have exprest yet shee, Your mistresse?

Lo.

You are both my Mistresses.

Ro.

I like not this so well.

Lo.

There is no way but one to make me happy.

Ho.

I wish my Lord I had the art to effect What you desire.

Ro.

Or I.

Lo.

It is within Your powers.

Ho.

Speake it my Lord.

Lo.

Since it is so That Ime not able to determine which My heart, so equall unto both, would chuse, My suite is to your vertues, to agree Betweene your selves, whose creature I shall be▪ You can judge better of your worths than I, My allegiance shall be ready if you can Conclude which shall ha the supremacie; Take pitty on your servant gentle Ladies, And reconcile a heart too much divided, So with the promise of my obedience To her that shall be fairest, wisest, sweetest Of you two, when I next present a lover, I take distracted leave.

Exit.

Ho.

Why, this is worse than all the rest.

Ro.

Hee's gone, And has referr'd himselfe to us.

Ho.

This will Aske counsell.

Ro.

And some time I would be loth To yeeld.

Ho.

And I, Cupid instruct us both.

Exeunt.

Actus Secundus.

Enter Barker, Freshwater, and Gudgine.

Bar.

ANd what made you to undertake this voyage▪ Sweete Signior Freshwater.

Fr.

An affection I had to be acquainted with some countries.

Gud.

Give him good words.

Ba.

And you returne fraught home with the rich devices▪ Fashions of steeples, and the situations Of galouses, and wit no doubt a bushell, What price are Oates in Venice?

Fr.

Signior I kept no horses there, my man, and I

Ba.

Were Asses.

Fr.

How Signior?

Gud.

Give him good words, a Poxe take him.

Ba.

Had not you land once?

Fr.

I had some durrie acres.

Gud.

I am his witnesse.

Fr.

Which I reduc'd into a narrow compasse, Some call it selling.

Gud.

He would sell bargaines of a childe.

Fr.

And twas a thriving pollicie.

Ba.

As how?

Fr.

It was but two hundred pound Per annum sir, A loane revenew.

Ba.

And did you sell it all?

Fr.

I did not leave an acre, rod, or perch, That had beene no discretion, when I was selling I would sell to purpose, doe you see this roll, I have good securitie for my money sir, Not an egge here but has five chickens in't, I did most pollitickely disburse my summes, To have five for one at my returne from Venice, And now I thanke my starres I am at home.

Ba.

And so by consequence in three moneths your estate Will be five times as much or quintupled.

Fr.

Yes Signior quintupled, I wonot purchase yet I meane to use This tricke seaven yeares together, first Ile still put out, and quintuplie as you call't, And when I can in my Exchequer tell Two, or three Millions, I will fall a purchasing.

Ba.

Kingdomes I warrant.

Fr.

I have a minde to buy Constantinople from the Turke, and give it The Emperour.

Ba.

What thinke you of Ierusalem? If you would purchase that, and bring it nearer,

The Christian Pilgrimes would be much oblig'd to yee, When did you wash your sockes?

Fr.

I weare none Signior.

Ba.

Then tis your breath, to your lodging▪ and perfume it, You'le tell the sweeter lies to them that will Lose so much time to aske about your travell, You wonot sell your debts?

Fr.

Sell 'em, no Signior.

Ba.

Have you as much left in ready cash as will Keepe you and this old troule a fortnight longer, Die, and forgive the world, thou maist be buried, And ha the Church-cloth, if you can put in Securitie, the Parish shall be put To no more charge, dost thou hope to have a penny Of thy owne money backe, is this an age Of five for one, die ere the towne takes notice, There is a hidious woman carries ballets, And has a singing in her head, take heed And hang thy selfe, thou maist not heare the time, You remember Coriate.

Fr.

Honest Tom Odcombe.

Ba.

Wee'le ha more verses o'thy travells Coxcombe, Bookes shall be sold in bushells in Cheape side, And come in like the Pescods, waine loads full Of thee, and thy man Apple Iohn that lookes As he had beene a senight in the straw A ripening for the market, farewell Rusiting, Thou art not worth my spleene, doe not forget My counsell, hang thy selfe, and thou go'st off Without a Sessions.

Exit.

Fr.

Fine, Ime glad hee's gone, Gudgine, what dost thou thinke.

Gud.

I thinke y'are well rid of railing Madcap.

Fr.

Nay, nay hee'le not spare a Lord But were not I best call in my moneyes Gudgin, My estate wonot hold out, I must be more Familiar with my gentlemen.

Enter Lord.

Lo.

Iacke Freshwater wellcome from Venice.

Fr.

I thanke your honour.

Lo.

Was it not Franke Barker that parted from you?

Fr.

Yes my Lord.

Lo.

Whats the matter?

Fr.

There is a summe, my Lord.

Lo.

Where is it Signior?

Fr.

There was a summe my Lord delivered From your poore servant Freshwater.

Lo.

I remember, But I have businesse now, come, home to me, The monie's safe, you were to give me five▪ For one at your returne.

Fr.

I five? Your Lordship has forgot the Cinquepace.

Lo.

Something it is, but when I am at leasure We will discourse of that, and of your travell, Farewell Signior.

Exit.

Fr.

Ist come to this? if Lords play fast and loose, What shall poore Knights, and gentlemen? Hum, tis he.

Enter Coronell.

Co.

A Poxe upon him, what makes he in my way.

Fr.

Noble Coronell.

Co.

Que dite vous mounsieur.

Fr.

Que dite vous?

Co.

A wy, Ie ne pa parlee Anglois, There were five English peeces.

Co.

Ie ne parle Anglois, me speake no word English, Votre seviteur.

Exit.

Fr.

Adiew five peeces, Gudgin gape, ist not he? They wonot use me o'this fashion, Did he not speake to me ith' morning?

Gud.

Yes sir.

Fr.

I thinke so, But then you would not know him in Italian, And now he will not know you in French.

Fr.

Call you this selling of land, and putting out money To multiply estate?

Gud.

To quintuply five for one, large interest.

Fr.

Five for one, tis tenne to one if I get my principall.

Gud.

Your roll is not at the bottome, yet try the rest.

Fr.

I ha, Signior farewell.

Exeunt.

Enter Scutilla and Solomon.

Scu.

Didst speake with the Coronell?

Sol.

I met him opportunely after all the rest, And told him how much it would concerne His livelihood to make haste.

Scu.

He must not be seene yet, you know where To attend for him, give him accesse by The garden to my chamber, and bring Me nimbly knowledge when he is there.

Sol.

I shall forsooth.

Exit.

Enter the Dancer, Lady Rosomond, Lady Lucina, and Lady Honoria.

Dan.

Very well an dat be skirvy you run trot, trot, trot, Pisha, follow me, fout Madame, can you not tell So often learning—Madam you foot it now Pla it ill.

Another Lady dances.

Excellent, better den excellent pishaw—you be laughed When you come to do Ball; I teach tree hundred, never Forgot so much, me sweat taking paine, and fidling Ladies.

Luc.

Fidling Ladies, you Molecatcher.

Dan.

Purquoy for telling you Dance not well, you commit fat, and beate me for my Dilligence becar you dance your pleasure.

Ho.

No Mounsieure Le Friske put not up your pipe, my La∣dy Was but in jest, and you must take it for a favour.

Dan.

I veare no favours in dat place, should any gentleman Of England give me blow, diable me teach him French Passage.

Ro.

Nay you shanot be so angry, I must have a Coronte, Pray Madam be reconcil'd.

Luc.

Come Mounsieur I am sorry.

Dan.

Sorre, tat is too much par ma foy, I kisse tat white hand, Give me one two tree buffets, aller, aller looke up your Countenance, your English man spoile you, he no teach You looke up, pishaw, carry your body in the swimming

Fashion, and deu allei moy moselle ha, ha, ha, So for boon excellent becar.

Dance.

Luc.

Nay a Country dance Scutilla, you are idle, You know we must be at the Ball anon, come.

Dan.

Where is the Ball this night.

Luc.

At my Lord Rainebowes.

Dan.

Oh he dance finely becar, he deserve the Ball of de world, Fine, fine gentleman, your oder men dance lop, lop with De lame legge as they want crushes begore, and looke for Argent in the ground pishaw,

They dance a new Country Dance.

Hah, hah, for boone.

Ro.

Now Madame we take our leave.

Luc.

Ile recompence this kind visite: does your coach stay?

Ho.

Yes Madam, Your Ladiship will be too much troubled.

Luc.

I owe more service.

Scu.

Mounsieur you'le begone too.

Dan.

I have more Ladie, my Schollers.

Sciu.

Is that the way of your instrument.

Dan.

All a murdu France, fit, fit adiew Madam votre serviteur, Adiew demy Mounsieur.

Exeunt.

Enter Solomon and Coronell.

Scu.

Sir, you are welcome.

Co.

I thanke you Ladie.

Scu.

The tim's too narrow to discourse at large, But I intend you a service, You have deserv'd it In your owne noblenesse to one I call a kinsman, Whose life without your charitie had beene Forfeit to his generalls anger, twas not Without his cause you after quit your regiment.

Co.

He was my friend, forget it.

Scu.

You were sent for By the Lady Lucina.

Co.

Whose command I waite.

Scu.

Twas my desire to prepare you for

The entertainement, be but pleas'd to obscure Your selfe behind these hangings a few minuts, I heare her, you may trust me.

Co.

Without dispute, I obey you Lady.

Enter Lady Lucina.

Luc.

Now Scutilla we are ripe, and ready To entertaine my Gamesters, my man said They promised all to come, I was afraid These Ladies in their kinde departure wo'd not Bequeath me opportunitie, and the mirth Doth in the imagination so ticle me, I wo'd not willingly ha lost it for a Jewell Of some valew.

Scu.

Then your purchase holds.

Luc.

If they hold their affections, and keepe touch, Weele ha some sport.

Enter Solomon.

Sol.

Sr. Marmaduke Travers.

Luc.

Away Scutilla, and Laugh not loud betweene our acts, weele meete Agen like musicke, and make our selves merry.

Scin.

I waite nere you.

Enter Sr. Marmaduke.

Luc.

Sr. Markmaduke I thought I should have had Your visite without a summonds.

Ma.

Lady you gave One feather to the wings I had before, Can there be at last a service to imploy Your creature?

Luc.

Something hath pleaded for you in your absence.

Ma.

Oh let me dwell upon your hand, my starres Have then remembred me agen.

Luc.

How doe the Fennes? Goes the draning forward, and your Iron Mills?

Mar.

Draning, and Iron Mills? I know not Madam.

Luc.

Come, you conceale your industry, and care To thrive, you neede not be so close to me.

Ma.

By this hand Lady, have I any Iron Mills?

Luc.

I am abus'd else, nay I doe love

One that has Wind-mills in his head.

Ma.

How Madam?

Lu.

Projects, and Proclamations, did not you Travell to Yarmouth to learne how to cast Brasse buttons, nay I like it, it is an age For men to looke about 'em, shall I trust My estate to one that has no thrift, a fellow But with one face? my husband shall be a Ianus, He cannot looke too many wayes, and is Your patent for making Vineger confirm'd: What a face you put upon't nay, nere dissemble, Come I know all, you'le thanke that friend of yours, That satisfied my inquirie of your worth With such a welcome character, but why Doe I betray my selfe so fast? beshrow His commendations.

Ma.

How is this? some body That meant me well, and knew her appetite To wealth hath told this of me, Ile make use ont; Well Madam, I desir'd these things more private Till something worth a mine, which I am now Promoving had beene perfect to salute you, But I perceive you hold intelligence In my affaires, which I interpret love, And Ile requite it, will you be content Be a countesse for the present.

Luc.

I shall want No honour in your love.

Ma.

When shall we marry?

Luc.

Something must be prepar'd.

Ma.

A licence, and say no more, How blest am I, doe not blush, I wonot kisse your lip, till I ha brought it.

Exit

Luc.

Ha, ha, Scutilla.

Scu.

Be secret still.

Luc.

Canst thou not laugh?

Scu.

Yes Madam you have kept your word, The Knights transported, gone

To prepare things for the wedding.

Luc.

How didst thou like the Iron Mills.

Scu.

And the Brasse buttons rarely, have you devices To jeere the rest.

Luc.

All the regiment on 'em, or Ile breake my bowstrings.

Sol.

Sr. Ambrose Lamount.

Luc.

Away, and let the Swallow enter.

Enter Sr. Ambrose, and Solomon.

Luc.

Why Sirra, did I command you give accesse to none▪ But Sr. Ambrose Lamount? Whom you know I sent for, Audacious Groome.

Sol.

It is Sir, Madam.

Luc.

It is Sr. Ambrose Coxcombe, is it not, Cry mercy noble sir, I tooke you muffled For one that every day sollicites me To bestow my little dogge upon him, but you'r welcome, I thinke I sent for you.

Am.

It is my happinesse To waite your service Lady.

Luc.

I heare say you have vow'd to die a Batchellor, I hope it is not true sir.

Am.

I die a Batchellor?

Luc.

And that you'le turne religious Knight.

Am.

I turne religious Knight, who has abus'd me?

Luc.

I would onely know the truth, it were great pittie, For my owne part I ever wish'd you well, Although in modesty I have beene silent, Pray what's a clocke?

Am.

Howes this?

Luc.

I had a dreame last night, me thought I saw you Dance so exceedingly rarely, that I fell In love.

Am.

In love with me.

Luc.

With your legges sir.

Am.

My legge is at your service to come over.

Luc.

I wondred at my selfe, but I considered, That many have beene caught with hansome faces,

So my love grew.

Am.

Vpwards.

Luc.

What followed in my dreame I ha forgot.

Am.

Leave that to finish waking!

Luc.

Since the morning I finde some alteration, you know I have told you twenty times I would not love you, But whether twere your wisedome or your fate You would not be satisfied, now I know not If something were procur'd, what I should answer.

Am.

A licence, say no more.

Luc.

Would were my estate were doubled.

Am.

For my sake.

Luc.

You have not Purchas'd since you fell in love?

Am.

Not much land.

Luc.

Revells have beene some charge to you, you were ever A friend to Ladies, pitty but he should rise By one, has fallen with so many, had you not A head once?

Am.

A head? I have one still.

Luc.

Of haire I meane, Favours ha glean'd too much, pray pardon me If it were mine, they should goe looke their bracelets, Or stay till the next crop, but I blush sir To hold you in this discourse, you will perhaps Conster me in a wrong sence; but you may use Your owne discretion till you know me better, Which is my soules ambitions.

Am.

I am blest.

Cor.

Cunning Gipsie shee'le use me thus too When I come too't?

Am.

Lady I know your mind, when I see you next.

Exit.

Luc.

Youle see me agen, ha ha ha, Scutilla.

Scu.

Here Madam almost dead with stifling my laughter, Why hee's gone for a Licence, you did injoyne him no Silence.

Luc.

I wou'd have 'em all meete and brag o'their severall

Hopes they wonot else be sensible, and quit me o'their Tedious visitation, who's next? I would the Coronell were come, I long to have about with him.

Sol.

Mr. Bostocke Madam.

Luc.

Retire, and give the lay admittance.

Enter Bostocke.

Bo.

Madam, I kisse your faire hand.

Luc.

Oh Mr. Bostocke,

Bo.

The humblest of your servants.

Luc.

Two not become your birth, and blood to stoope To such a title.

Bo.

I must confesse deare Lady, I carry in my veines more precious honour Then other men, blood of a deeper crimson, But you shall call me any thing.

Luc.

Not I sir, It would not become me to change your title, Although I must confesse I could desire You were lesse honourable.

Bo.

Why I prethee, Ist a fault to spring from the Nobilitie? There be some men have sold well favour'd Lordships, To be ill favoured Noblemen, and though I weare no title of the state, I can Adorne a Lady.

Luc.

That is my misfortune, I would you could not sir.

Bo.

Are you the worse For that? consider Lady.

Luc.

I have considered, And I could wish with all my heart you were Not halfe so noble, nay indeede no Gentlman.

Bo.

How Lady?

Luc.

Nay, if you give me leave to speake my thoughts, I would you were a fellow of two degrees Beneath a foote man, one that had no kindred, But Knights oth' post, nay worse, pardon me sir,

In the humour I am in, I wish, and heartily, You were a sonne oth' people rather then.

Bo.

Good Madam give me your reason.

Luc.

Because I love you.

Bo.

Few women wish so ill to whom they love.

Luc.

They doe not love like me then.

Bo.

Say you so.

Luc.

My wealths a begger, nay the title of A Lady which my husband left, is a shadow Compar'd to what you bring to innoble me, And all the children you will get, but I Out of my love desire you such a one, That I might adde to you, that you might be Created by my wealth, made great by me, Then should my love appeare, but as you are, I must receive addition from you.

Bo.

No body heares, why harke you Lady, could You love me, if I were lesse honourable?

Luc.

Honourable? why you cannot be so base As I would have you, that the world might say My marriage gave you somewhat.

Bo.

Say you so, Vnder the Rose, if that will doe you a pleasure, The Lords doe call me cosin, but I am.

Luc.

What?

Bo.

Suspected.

Luc.

How?

Bo.

Not to be lawfull, I came in at the Wicket, Some call it the Window.

Luc.

Can you prove it.

Bo.

Say no more.

Luc.

Then I preferre you before all my suiters, Sr. Ambrose Lamount, and Sr. Marmaduke Travers are all Mountibankes.

Bo.

What say to the Coronell.

Luc.

A Lanse pre sado, how my joy transports me, But shall I trust to this, doe not you flatter? Will not you fly from that, and be legitimate,

When we are married, you men are too cunning With simple Ladies.

Bo.

Doe but marry me, Ile bring the Midwife.

Luc.

Say no more, provide What you thinke necessary, and all shall be Dispatch'd.

Bo.

I guesse your meaning, and thus seale My best devotion.

Exit.

Scu.

Away now and present your selfe.

Luc.

Oh Scutilla, hold me, I shall fall In peeces else, ha ha, ha.

Scu.

Beshrow me Madam, but I wonder At you, you woond him rarely up.

Luc.

Have not I choise of precious husbands? now and The Coronell were here, the taske Were over.

Scu.

Then you might goe play, Madam the Coronell.

Enter Coronell.

Lue.

Is he come once more? withdraw, bid him march hi∣ther.

Co.

Now is my turne Madam.

Luc.

Yare welcome sir, I thought you would have gone, And not grac'd me so much as with a poore Salute at parting.

Co.

Gone whither?

Luc.

To the warres.

Co.

She jeares me already, no Lady I'me already Engag'd to a siege at home, and till that service Be over, I enquire no new employments.

Luc.

For honours sake what siege?

Co.

A Cittadell, That severall forces are set downe before, And all is entrench'd.

Luc.

What Cittadell?

Co.

A woman.

Luc.

She cannot hold out long.

Co.

Ostend was sooner taken then her fort

Is like to be for any thing I perceive.

Luc.

Is she so well provided?

Co.

Her provision May faile her, but she is devilish obstinate, She feares nor fire nor famine.

Luc.

Whats her name?

Co.

Lucina.

Luc.

Ha ha ha, alas poore Coronell; If youle take my advice remove your siege, A province will be sooner wonne in the Low countries, ha ha ha.

Co.

Lady, you sent for me.

Luc.

Twas but to tell you my opinion in this businesse, You'le sooner circumcise the Turkes dominions, Then take this toy you talke off, I doe know it, Farewell good Souldier, ha ha ha, and yet tis pittie, Is there no stratagem, no tricke, no undermine; If she be given so desperate, your body Had neede to be well victuall'd, theres a citie And suburbes in your belly, and you must Lay in betimes to prevent mutinie Among the small guts, which with winde of venge else Will breake your guarde of buttons, ha ha ha Come weele laugh, and lie downe in the next roome Scutilla.

Exit.

Co.

So so, I did expect no good, Why did not I strike her, but Ile doe something, And be with you to bring before you thinke out, Mallice and Mercurie assist me.

Exit.

Actus Tertius.

Enter Lord and Barker.

Ba.

SO so, yau'e a precious time on't.

Lor.

Who can helpe it Franke, if Ladies will Be wilde, repentance tame 'em, for my part

I court not them, till they provoke me toote.

Ba.

And doe they both affect you.

Lo.

So they say, And did justifie it to my face.

Ba.

And you did praise their modesty.

Lo.

I confesse I prais'd 'em Both when I saw no remedy.

Ba.

You did, and they beleev'd.

Lo.

Religiously?

Ba.

Do not Doe not beleeve it my young Lord, theyle make Fooles of a thousand such, they doe not love you.

Lo.

Why, and shall please your wisedome?

Ba.

They are women, Thats a reason, and may satisfie you, They cannot love a man.

Lo.

What then?

Ba.

Themselves, And all little enough, they have a tricke To conjure with their eyes, and perhaps raise A masculine spirit, but lay none.

Lo.

Good Cato Be not over-wise now, whats the reason That women are not sainted in your Calender, You have no frosty constitution?

Ba.

Would you were halfe so honest.

Lo.

Why a woman May love thee one day.

Ba.

Yes when I make legges And faces like such fellowes as you are.

Lo.

Mounsieur La Friske.

Enter Mounsieur La Friske▪

Moun.

Serviteur.

Lo.

Nay Franke thou shat not goe.

Ba.

Ile come agen when you ha done your Iygge.

Moun.

A Mounsieur.

Lo.

Come you shall sit downe, this fellow will make thee laugh.

Ba.

I shall laugh at you both, and I stay.

Lo.

Harke you Mounsieur, this gentleman has a great

Minde to learne to dance.

Moun.

He command my service, Please your Lordship beginne tat he may See your profit alkey — hah.

Lo.

How like you this Franke?

Ba.

Well enough for the dogge-dayes, but have You no other dancing for the Winter, a man May freeze and walke thus.

Moun.

It be all your grace Mounsieur, your Dance be horseplay begar for de stable not De chamber, your ground passage hah Never hurt de backe Mounsieur, nor trouble De legge mush, hah plait ill you learne Mounsieur.

Lo.

For mirth sake, and thou lovest me.

Moun.

Begar I teach you presently, dance with all de Grace of de body for your good, and my profit.

Ba.

Pardon me my Lord.

Moun.

Oh not pardonne moy.

Lo.

Doe but observe his methode

Ba.

I shall never endure it, pox upon him.

Mo.

Tis but dis in de beginning, one, two, tree, foure, five, the Cinquepace, alley Mounsieur, stand upright an begar.

Lo.

Let him set you in toth posture.

Mo.

My broder my Lord know wel for de litle kit he fiddle And me for de posture of de body, begar de King has no too Sush subjects hah, dere be one foote, two foote, have You tree foote, begar you have more den I have den.

Ba.

I shall breake his fiddle.

Lo.

Thou art so humerous.

Moun.

One, beene two hah, you goe to fast, you be at Dover Begar, and me be at Greenwish, tree toder legge pishaw.

Ba.

A poxe upon your legges, ile no more.

Moun.

Purquoy.

Lo.

Ha ha ha, I wod some Ladies were here to laugh At thee now, you wonot▪ be so rude to meddle with The Mounsieur in my lodging.

Ba.

Ile kicke him to death, and bury him in a Base-violl Iackalent.

Mo.

Iackalent, begar you be Iackenape, if I had my weapon You durst no affront me, I be as good gentleman, an for All my fiddle as you, call me a Iacke a de lent.

Lo.

Raile upon him Mounsieur, Ile secure thee, ha ha ha.

Moun.

Because your leg have de poc, or someting dat make Em no vell, and friske, you make a foole of a Mounsieur. My Lord use me like Gentleman, an I care no rush for You, be desperate, kill me, and me complaine to de King, and teach new dance, galliarde to de gibbet, you Be hang'd in English fashion.

Exit

Ba.

Goe, yar'e an impertinent Lord, and I will be reveng'd

Lo.

Ha, ha, good Diogenes, come Mounsieur, You and I wonot part yet.

Moun.

My Lord, if you had not beene here, me wod hav Broken his head with my fiddle.

Lo.

You might sooner have broke your fiddle, but strike up.

Moun.

Allei hah boone.

They Dance in.

Enter Bostocke.

Bo.

I spie Sir Marmaduke comming after me, This way Ile take to avoide his tedious questions, Heele interrupt me, and I ha not finish'd Things fit for my designe.

Enter Sr. Ambrose.

Am.

Tis Mr Bostocke, little does he thinke What I am going upon, I feare I shanot Containe my joyes.

Bo.

Good fortune to Sr. Ambrose.

Am.

Sir you must pardon, I cannot waite Vpon you now, I ha businesse of much consequence.

Bo.

I thought to have made the same excuse to you, For at this present I am so engag'd.

Am.

We shall meete shortly.

Both.

Ha ha ha.

Bo.

Poore Gentleman how is he beguil'd.

Am.

Your nose is wip'd, hum, tis Sr. Marmaduke,

Enter Sr. Marmaduke.

I must salute him.

Bo.

The Coronell? theres no going backe.

Ma.

What misfortun's this? but tis no matter, Noble sir how ist?

Am.

As you see sir.

Co.

As I could wish noble Mr. Bostocke,

Bo.

Your humble servant Coronell.

Co.

Nay nay a word.

Ma.

I shannot forbeare jeering these poore things, They shall be mirth.

Co.

What all met so happily? and how my Sparkes of honour?

Am.

Things so ticle me, I shall breake out.

Co.

When saw, you our Mistresse Lady Lucina.

Am.

My suite is cold there, Mr. Bostocke carries The Lady cleane before him.

Bo.

No no not, it is Sr. Marmaduke.

Ma.

I gleane by smiles after Sr. Ambrose.

Co.

None of you see her to day? I may as soone marry the Moone, and get Children on her, I see her not this three dayes, Tis very strange, I was to present my service This morning.

Ma.

Youle march away with all.

Co.

I cannot tell, but theres small signe of victory, And yet me thinkes you should not be neglected, If the Fennes goe forward, and your Iron Mills.

Ma.

Has she betraid me?

Co.

Some are industrious, And have the excellent skill to cast brasse buttons.

Ma.

Coronell softly.

Co.

How will you sell your vineger a pint, The Patent something sawcie.

Am.

The Coronell jeeres him.

Bo.

Excellent, ha ha.

Co.

Had not you a head once, Of haire I meane, favours ha glean'd too much, If Ladies will ha bracelets, let 'em stay Till the next croppe.

Am.

Hum, the very language she us'd to me.

Bo.

Does he jeere him too, nay nay, prethee spare him. ha▪ ha.

Co.

You may doe much, and yet I could desire You were lesse honourable, for though you have Blood of a deoper crimson, the good Lady Out of her love could wish you were a thing Beneath a foote man, and that you had no kindred But Knights oth' post.

Bo.

Good Coronell.

Co.

Nay pardon me, In the humour I am in, I wish, and heartily, You were a sonne oth' people.

Bo.

Coronell, How the devill came he by this?

Co.

Vnder the Rose there was a gentleman Came in at the Wicker, these are tales of which The Greekes have store, faire hopes Gentlemen.

Mar.

How came you by this intelligence.

Co.

Nay Ile no whispering, what I say to one Will concerne every man, shee has made You coxcombes.

Am.

It does appeare.

Co.

And more then does appeares yet I had my share.

Bo.

Thats some comfort, I was afraid.

Co.

But you shall pardon me, Ile conceale The particulars of her bountifull abuses To me, let it suffice I know we are all Ieer'd most abominably, I stood behinde The hangings when shee sign'd your severall passes, And had my owne at last worse than the Constables, That this is true, you shall have more than oath, Ile joyne wee in revenge, and if you wonot, I will doe't alone.

Ma.

She is a devill.

Am.

Damme her then, till we thinke on something else, Lets all goe backe, and raile upon her.

Bo.

Agreed, a poxe upon her.

Ma.

We cannot be to bitter, shees a hell Cat.

Am.

Dee heare, listen to me our shames are equall, Yet if we all discharge at once upon her, We shall but make canfusion, and perhaps Give her more cause to laugh, let us chuse one, To curse her for us all.

Co.

Tis the best way, and if you love me gentlemen, Engage me, I deserve this favour for my Discovery, Ile sweare her into hell.

Ma.

Troth I ha no good veine, I me content.

Bo.

Gentlemen, noble Coronell as you respect A wounded branch of the Nobilitie, Make it my office, she abus'd me most, and if The devill doe not furnish me with language, Ile say he has no malice.

Co.

If they consent.

Mar. Am.

With all our hearts.

Bo.

I thanke you gentlemen.

Co.

But lets us all together, Ile not be barr'd, Now and then to enterpose an oath, As I shall finde occasion.

Bo.

Youle releeve me When I take breath, then you may helpe, or you, Or any to confound her.

Co.

Let away.

Bo.

Never was witch so tortur'd.

Exeunt

Enter Freshwater, Gudgin, and Solomon.

Sol.

Noble Mr. Freshwater welcome from travell.

Fr,

Where be the Ladies?

So.

In the next roome sir; My Lady Rosomond is sitting for her picture, I presume you will be welcome.

Fr.

An English Painter?

So.

Yes sir.

Fr.

Prethee let me see him.

He gives Freshwater accesse to the Chamber and returnes.

Sol,

This way, Honest Gudgin, How, and the matters abroad, a touch of

Thy travell, what newes.

Gud.

First, let me understand the state of things At home.

So.

We have little alteration since thou went'st, The same newes are in fashion, Onely gentlemen are faine to ramble, and stumble For their flesh since the breach oth' banke side.

Gud.

Is my aunt defunct.

So.

Yet the Viragoes ha not lost their spirit, some on 'Em have challeng'd the field, every day where Gentlemen have met 'em, oh the dogge-dayes bit Shreudly, twas a vilanous dead vacation.

Gud.

Is Pauls alive still?

Sol.

Yes, yes, a little sicke oth' stone, she voides some Every day, but she is now in phisicke, And may in time recover.

Gud.

The Exchange stands?

Sol.

Longer than a Church, There is no feare while the Merchants have faith; A little of thy travells, for the time is precious, what Things have you seene or done since you left England?

Gud.

I have not leasure to discourse of particulars, but first My Mr. and I have runne France through, and through.

So.

Through and through, how is that man?

Gud.

Why once forward, and once backward, thats through And through.

Sol.

Twas but a cowardly part to runne a Kingdome Through backeward.

Gud.

Not with our horses Solomon, not with our horses.

Enter Freshwater and Lady Rosomond.

Fr.

Madam, I did not thinke your Ladiship Had so little judgement

So.

As how Signiour?

Fr.

As to let an English man draw Your Picture, and such rare Mounsieurs in towne.

Ro.

Why not English?

Fr.

Oh by no meanes Madam, They ha not active Pensiles.

Ros.

Thinke you so.

Fre.

You must incourage strangers while you live, It is the Character of our nation, We are famous for dejecting our owne countrymen.

Ros.

Is that a principle.

Fre.

Who teaches you to dance?

Ros.

A Frenchman Signior.

Fre.

Why so, tis necessary, Trust while you live the Frenchman with your legges, Your faces with the Dutch, if you mislike Your faces, I meane if it be not sufficiently Painted, let me commend upon my credit A pretious workeman to your Ladyship.

Ros.

What is he.

Fre.

Not an English man I warrant you, One that can please the Ladies every way, You shannot sit with him all day for shaddowes, He has Regallias, and can present you with Suckets of foureteene pence a pound, Canary, Prunellas, Venice glasses, Parmisan, Sugars, Bologuia, Sausages all from Antwerpe; But he will make Ollepodredos most incomparably.

Ros.

I have heard of him by a noble Lady Told me the tother day, that sitting for Her picture, shee was stifled with a strange Perfume of hornes.

Fre.

A Butcher told me of 'em, very likely.

Ros.

When I have neede Of this rare Artist I will trouble you For my directions, leaving this discourse, How thrives your Catalogue of debtors Signior.

Fre.

All have payd me, but;

Ros.

You shannot name me in the list of any That are behind, beside my debt a purse For clearing the account.

Fre.

You are just Madam, And bountifull, though I came hither with Simple intention to present my service

It shall be crost. Gudgin remember too, Her Ladiships name.

Sol.

My Cofin has the Same provision for you.

Enter Barker, and Lady Honoria.

Gud.

Sir, Master Barker.

Fre.

Madam Ile take my leave, Ile finde another Time to attend my Lady, there's no light, I cannot abide this fellow.

Exit with Gud.

Hon.

Madam, Master Barker hath some designe Which he pretends concernes us both.

Ros.

Hee's welcome, what ist?

Bar.

My Lord commends him to yee.

Ros.

Which Lord Sir?

Bar.

The Lord, the fine, the wanton dancing Lord, The Lord that playes upon the Gitterne, and sings, Leapes upon tables, and does pretty things, Would have himselfe commended.

Ros.

So Sir.

Bar.

He loves you both, he told me so, And laughs behind a vilard at your frailtie, He cannot love that way you imagine, And Ladies of the game are now no miracles.

Hon.

Although he use to raile thus, yet we have Some argument to suspect his Lordships tongue Has beene to liberall.

Ros.

I finde it too, and blush within to thinke How much we are deceived, I may be even With this May-Lord.

Exit.

Hon.

But does his Lordship thinke We were so taken with his person.

Bar.

You wod not, and you knew as much as I.

Hon.

How Sir?

Bar.

I ha beene acquainted with his body Ha knowne his baths and phisicke.

Hon.

Ist possible, I am sorry now at heart. I had a good thought on him, hee shall see't, For I will love some other in revenge,

And presently if any gentleman Ha but the grace to smile, and court me up too't.

Ba.

Hum?

Ho.

A buble of Nobilitie, a giddy Phantasticke Lord, I want none of his titles, Now in my imaginations he appeares Ill favoured, and not any part about him Worth halfe a commendation, wod he were here.

Co.

Youd make more on him.

Ho.

That I might examine, And doe my judgement right betweene you two now▪ How much he would come short, you have an eye Worth fortie of his, nose of another making; I saw your teeth ene now compar'd to which, His are of the complexion of his combe, I meane his boxe, and will in time be yellower, And aske more making cleane, you have a shew Of something on your upper lippe, a Witch Has a Philosophers beard to him, his chinne Has just as many hounds as haires that ever My eyes distinguish'd yet, you have a body And unpromising in his slashes, one May see through him, and for his legges they both Would but make stuffing for one hansome stocking, Th'are a Lords I will be sworne, I dote upon him, I could wish somewhat, but I me sworry sir To trouble you so much, all happie thoughts Possesse you.

Exit

Ba.

How is this, if I have wit To apprehend, this Lady does not hate me? I have profest a cinicke openly, This language melts, Ile visite her againe.

Enter Honoria.

Ho.

Sir, I have a small request to you.

Ba.

Lady command.

Ho.

If you thinke I have power Or will to deserve from you any courtesie, Pray learne to dance.

Ba.

To dance?

Ho.

At my entreatie sir to dance, It was the first thing tooke me with his Lordship, You know not what may follow, fare you well.

Exit.

Ba.

What pretends this to dance, theres something in't, I've reveng'd my selfe already upon my Lord, Yet deeper with my Lady is the sweeter, Something must be resolv'd.

Exit.

Enter Lady Lucina and Scutilla▪

Luc.

Enough enough of conscience, lets reserve Part of the mirth to another time, I shall Meete some other hot worships at the Ball; Vnlesse their appehension prompt 'em, Earlier to know their folly in pursuing me.

Enter Solomon.

Sol.

Madam, the Gentlemen that were here this morning In single visits are come all together, And pray to speake with you.

Luc.

They've met already give 'em accesse.

Scu.

I wonder what they'le say.

Enter Bostocke, Lamount, Coronell, and Travers.

Co.

Be confident she shall endure it.

Bo.

So so, How dee Gentlemen, yar'e very wellcome.

Am.

Tis no matter for that we doe not come to be Welcome, neither will we be welcome, speake Mr. Bostocke.

Bo.

We come to mortifie you.

Luc.

You will use no violence.

Bo.

But of our tongues, and in the names of these Abused gentlemen, and my selfe I spit Defiance, stand further off, and be attentive, Weepe or doe worse, repentance wet thy linnen, And leave no veine for the Doctor.

Luc.

They're mad.

Scu.

There is no danger Madam, let us heare 'em, If they scold we two shall be hard enough for 'em, And they were twenty.

Bo.

Thou Basiliske.

Luc.

At first sight?

Bo.

Whose eyes shat fire, and poyson, Malicious as a Witch, and much more cunning, Thou that dost ride men.

Luc.

I ride men?

Bo.

Worse than the night Mare, let thy tongue be silent. And take our scourges patiently, thou hast In thy owne selfe all the ingredients Of wickednesse in thy sexe, able to furnish Hell if it were insufficiently provided With falshood, and shee feind of thy owne making Circe that charm'd men into swine, was not So much a Jew as thou art, thou hast made Vs Asses, dost thou heare?

Am.

He speakes for us all.

Bo.

But it is better we be all made such, Than any one of us be monstred worse To be an Oxe thy husband.

Scu.

Luc. Ha ha ha.

Bo.

Dost thou laugh Crocadile?

Co.

That was well said.

Bo.

Spirit of flesh and blood Ile conjure thee, And let the devill lay thee on thy backe I care not.

Ma.

Admirable Bostocke.

Co.

That spirit of flesh and blood was well inforc'd.

Bo.

You thought us animales insensible Of all your juglings did you Prorsepnie?

Am.

I come to that.

Bo.

And that we lov'd, lov'd with a poxe your phisnomie, Know we but tried thee Beldam, and thou art Thy selfe a sonne oth' earth.

Am.

How, shee a sonne?

Bo.

Twas a mistake, but she knowes my meaning, I beginne to be a wearie gentlemen, Ile breath a while.

Co.

Tis time, and that you may Not want encouragement take that.

Bo.

Gentlemen Coronell, what dee meane.

Co.

You shall know presently, dare but lift thy voyce To fright this Lady, or but aske thy pardon, My sword shall rip thy body for thy part, And naile it on her threshold, or if you, The proudest offer but in lookes to justifie The basenesse of this wretch your soules shall answer't.

Ma.

Howes this?

Co.

Oh impudence unheard, pardon Madam My tedious silence, the affront grew up So fast I durst not trust my understanding That any gentleman could attempt so much Dishonour to a Lady of your goodnesse; Was this your project to make me appeare Guilty of that I hate beyond all sacriledge, Was it for this you pray'd my company, You todpoles? tis your presence charmes my sword, Or they shall quickly pay their forfeit lives, No Altar could protect 'em.

Am.

We are betray'd.

Ma.

Was it not his plot to have us raile?

Co.

Say, shall I yet be active?

Luc.

By no meanes, This is no place for blood, nor shall any cause Engage to such a danger.

Co.

Live to be Your owne vexations then till you be mad, And then remove your selfe with your owne garters. You shannot goe before I know from whose Braine this proceeded, you are the mirth, Was ever civill Lady so abus'd In her owne house by ingratefull horseleeches? Could your corrupted natures finde no way But this to recompence her noble favours, Her courteous entertainements, would any Heathens done like to you? admit she was So just to say she could see nothing in you Worthy her deerer thoughts as to say truth,

How could a creature of her wit and judgement Not see how poore and miserable things You are at best? must you impudent In such a loud, and peremptory manner, Disturbe the quiet of her thoughts and dwelling Gentlemen rather hinds scarce fit to mixe, Vnlesse you mend her manners with her drudges.

Luc.

This shewes a noblenesse, dost not Scutilla?

Bo.

Why sir, did not you tell us?

Co.

What did I tell you?

Bo.

Nothing.

Co.

Be gone, least I forget my selfe.

Bo.

I have a token to remember you A palsie upon your fingers noble Coronell.

Ma.

Was this his stratagem? we must be gone.

Exit.

Luc.

Sir I must thanke yee, and desire your pardon, For what has past to your particular.

Co.

Ya've more than satisfied my service in Th'acknowledgement: disdaine cannot provoke Me to be so insolent.

Luc.

Againe I thanke you.

Co.

I can forget your last neglect, if you Thinke me not too unworthy to expect Some favour from you.

Luc.

How dee meane.

Co.

Why as As a servant should that is ambitious? To call you Mistresse, till the happier title Of wife crowne his desires.

Luc.

I must confesse, This has wone much upon me: but two words To such a bargaine, y'are a gentleman, Ime confident would adventure for me.

Co.

As farre as a poore life could speake my service.

Luc.

Thats faire and farre enough, I make not any Exception to your person.

Co.

Body enough I hope to please a Lady

Luc.

But.

Co.

To my fortune.

Luc.

To that the least, I have estate for both.

Co.

Though if hold no comparison with youre, It keepes me like a gentleman.

Luc.

I have a scruple.

Co.

You honour me in this, Theres hope, if I can take a way that care, You may be mine.

Luc.

Sir can you put me in securitie That you have beene honest?

Co.

Honest, how dee meane?

Luc.

Beene honest of your body, you are gentlemen, Out of the warres live lazie, and feede high, Drinke the rich grape, and in Canary may Doe strange things, when the wine has wash'd away Discretion.

Co.

What is your meaning Lady?

Luc.

I doe not urge you for the time to come. Pray understand, have you beene honest hitherto And yet because you shannot trouble friends To be compurgators, Ile be satisfied; If you will take your owne oath that you are.

Co.

Honest of my body?

Luc.

Yes sir, it will become me to be carefull Of my health, Ile take your owne assurance, If you can cleare your body by an oath, Ile marry none but you, before this gentlewoman.

Co.

Your reason why you use me thus?

Luc.

I wonder you will aske, doe not I heare How desperate some ha beene, what paine, what phisicke.

Co.

This is a tale of a tubbe Lady.

Luc.

You rid no match without a shirt, to shew▪ The complexion of your body, I ha done sir When you resolue to sweare y'are honest, I Vow to he yours, your wife: I am not hastie, Thinke on't, and tell me when we meete againe Anon, to night, to morrow, when you please;

So farewell noble Coronell, come Scutilla.

Exeunt.

Co.

Ist come to this? I am jeer'd agen, ist possible To be honest at these yeeres, a man of my Complexion, and acquaintance? was ever A gentleman put to this oath before a this fashion? If I ha the grace now to forsweare my selfe, Something may be done, and yet tis doubtfull Sheele have more trickes, if widdowes be thus coltish, The devill will have a taske that goes a woing.

Exit.

Actus Quartus.

Enter Lord and Bostocke.

Bo.

SVch an affront my Lord, I was asham'd on't, A meere conspiracie to betray our fames▪ But had you seene how poorely they behav'd Themselves, such carven Knights, a paire of Drone-Bees Ith' midst o'my vexation, if I could Forbeare to laugh, I ha no blood in me, They were so farre from striking that they stood Like Images, things without life and motion, Feare could not make so much as their tongue tremble, Left all to me.

Lo.

So so, what then did you.

Bo.

The Lady laugh'd too, and the Coronell Increas'd his noise, to see how she derided The poore Knights.

Lo.

Leave their Character and proceede To what you did.

Bo.

You shall pardon me my Lord, I am not willing to report my selfe, They and the Lady, and the Coronell Can witnesse I came on.

Lo.

But how came you off cosin? that must commend you.

Bo,

I ha my limbes my Lord, no signe of losse Of blood you see, but this was fortune, how

The Coronell came oft's uncertaine.

Lo.

Doe not you know?

Bo.

No, I left him, I thinke tis time.

Lo.

You did not kill him?

Bo.

Vpon my faith my Lord I meant it not, But wounds fall out some time when the swords in, These are poore things to bragge on, I ha sav'd my Selfe you see.

Lo.

If it be so Ile call you cosin still, my satinist

Enter Barker.

Harke you shall beate this fellow.

Bo.

Shall I my Lord without cause?

Lo.

He shall give you cause presently, how now Gum'd taffata.

Ba.

I pay for what I weare My sattaine Lord? your Wardrobe does not keepe Me warme, I doe not runne oth' ticket with The Mercers wife, and leacher out my debts At country houses.

Lor.

Theres something else you doe not.

Ba.

I doe not use to flatter such as you are, Whose bodies are so rotten, theyle scarce keepe Their soules from breaking out, I write no odes Vpon your Mistresse to commend her postures, And tumbling in a coach towards Padington, Whether you hurry her to see the Phesants, And try what operation the egges have At your returne, I am not taken with Your mightie nonsence, glean'd from Heathenish playes, Which leave a curse upon the Author for 'em, Though I have studied to redeeme you from The infection of such bookes, which martyr sence Worse than an Almanacke.

Lo.

Excellent Satire, But lash not on, stop here, or I shall kicke Your learned worship.

Ba.

But doe not, I advise you doe not.

Lo.

Why doe not?

Ba.

It will fall heavy o'some body, if your Lordship Kicke me, I shall not spare your cosin there.

Lo.

On that condition what doe you thinke o'that?

Ba.

What doe you thinke?

Bo.

Excellently well followed by my troth la, Heele pitch the barre well, I warrant, he does So follow his kicke.

Ba.

Let it goe round.

Bo.

Good, right as my legge againe.

Lo.

Your legge, twas hee that kickt you.

Bo.

Dee thinke I doe not feele it?

Lo.

Why dee not use your toes then?

Bo.

What for a merry touch, A tricke, a turne upon the toe, dee heare sir Yare good company, but if thou lovest me.

Ba.

Love you? why dee heare sir, I, I, What a poxe should any man see in you, Once to thinke on you? love a squirte? Shall I tell thee what thou art good for?

Bo.

I.

Ba.

For nothing.

Bo.

Good againe, my Lord observe him, for nothing.

Ba.

Yes thou wot stop a breach in a mudde wall, Or serve for a Priapus in the garden to Fright away crowes, and keepe the corne, beane shatter, Thou wot.

Bo.

Ha ha ha.

Ba.

Or thou wot serve at shrove tide to ha thy legges Broken with penny trounchens in the streete, Tis pitty any Cocke should stand the pelting, Aod such a Capon unpreferr'd.

Bo.

Ha ha ha.

Ba.

Cry mercy y'are a kinsman to the Lord, A Gentleman of high and mighty blood.

Lo.

But cold enough, wonot all this provoke him?

Ba.

Dost heare? for all this I will undertake To thrash a better man out of a wench.

That travells with her butter milke to market Betweene two dorsers, any day oth' weeke, My twice sod taile of greene fish, I will do't Or loose, my inheritance, tell me, and doe not stammer, When wert thou cudgell'd last? what woman beate thee?

Bo.

Excellent Barker.

Ba.

Thou art the towne top, A boy will set thee up, and make thee spinne Home with an Eeleskinne, do not marry, doe not, Thy wife will coddle thee, and serve thee up In plates with Sugar and Rose water to Him that had the grace to cuckold thee; And if Pythagoras transmigration Of soules were true, thy spirit should be tenant To a horse.

Bo.

Why to a horse?

Ba.

A switch and spurre would doe some good upon you, Why dost thou enterfare, get the grincomes, goe, And straddle like a gentleman that wod Not shame his kindred, but what doe I Lose time with such a puppie?

Bo.

Well, goe thy wayes Ile justifie thy wit At my owne perill.

Ba.

I would speake with you, Be not too busie with your Lordships legges, Ile tell you somewhat.

Lo.

Speake toth' purpose then.

Ba.

I bestow'd A visite on the Ladies which you wot on, They have their wits still, and resolve to keepe 'em, They wonot hang themselves for a young Lord, Nor grow into consumption, other men Have eyes, and nose, and lippes, and hansome legges too: So fare you well Lord, my I left your kicke With your cosin buy buy otter.

Exit.

Lo.

Very well. But harke you cosin Bostocke, you have a minde And modest constitution, I expected You wod have lifted up your legge.

Bo.

To kicke him, Why, and you wod ha given a thousand pound, I could not do't for laughing, beside, He was your friend my Lord.

Lo.

Did you spare him For that consideration?

Bo.

Howsoever, What honour had it beene for me to quarrell? Or wit indeede, if every man should take All the abuses that are meant, great men Would be laughed at, some fooles must ha their jests, Had he beene any man of blood or valour, One that profes'd the sword, such as the Coronell, Lesse provocation would ha made me active.

Enter Sr. Ambrose, and Sr. Marmaduke.

Lo.

The Eagles takes no Flies, is that it, how now Sir Ambrose, and my honor'd friend Sr. Marmaduke? You are strangers.

Ma.

Your Lordships pardon, Mr. Bostocke.

Bo.

Now shall I be put too't, this taking will undoe me?

Lo.

Prethee tell me? is the Coronell alive still?

Am.

Alive my Lord, yes yes, hee's alive.

Bo.

Did your Lordship thinke absolutely he was dead?

Lo.

But he is shrewdly wounded.

Am.

No my Lord, He is very well, but twas your kinsemans fortune.

Bo.

Prethee nere speake on't.

Lo.

What?

Ma.

To have a blow, a boxe oth' eare.

Lo.

How?

Ma.

With his fist, and an indifferent round one.

Bo.

Yes, yes he did strike me, I could ha told you that, But wherefore did he strike, aske 'em that.

Ma.

If you would know my Lord, he was our orator To raile upon the Lady for abusing us, Which I confesse he did with lung and spirit, Which in the conclusion, the Coronell Stroke him toth' ground.

Bo.

He did so tis a truth.

Lo.

And did you take it?

Bo.

Take it: he gave it me my Lord, I asked not for it. But tis not yet reveng'd.

Am.

Tis truth we suffer'd

A little, but the place protected him.

Bo.

It was no place indeed.

Ma.

Now since you had the greatest burden in The affront.

Bo.

The blow?

Ma.

Right, wo wod know whether your resolution Be first, to question him, for our cause appeares Subordinate, and may take breath till you Ha call'd him to account.

Bo.

I proclaime nothing, And make no doubt the Coronell will give me Satisfaction like a Gentleman.

Am.

We are answer'd, and take our leave my Lord.

Lo.

We shall meete at the Ball anon gentlemen.

Ma.

Your Lordships servants: now to our designe.

Exeunt.

Bo.

My Lord I take my leave too.

Lo.

Not yet cosin, you and I ha not done.

Bo.

What you please cosin.

Lo.

You have cosen'd me too much.

Bo.

I my good Lord?

Lo.

Thou most unheard of coward, How dare you bost relation to me? Be so impudent as to name, or thinke upon me, Thou staine to honour, honour? th'art beneath All the degrees of basenesse: quit thy father, Thy suppos'd one, and with sufficient testimony, Some Servingman leapt thy mother, or some Iuggler That conjures with old bones, some womans tailor, When he brought home her petticoate, and tooke measure Of her lose body, or Ile cullice thee With a bottome.

Bo.

Good my Lord.

Lo.

Be so baffoul'd?

In presence of your Mistresse, tis enough To make the blood of all thou knowest suspected, And Ile ha satisfaction.

Bo.

My Lord.

Lo.

For using of my name in Ordinaries, Ith' list of other whom you make your priviledge, To dominere, and winne applause sometimes With Tapsters, and thread-beare Tobacco Merchants, That worship your gold lace, and ignorance Stand bare, and bend their hammes, when you belch out My Lord, and tother cosin in a Baudihouse, Whom with a noyse you curse by Iacke and Tom, For failing you at Fishstreete, or the Still-yard.

Bo.

My very good Lord.

Lo.

Will you not draw?

Bo.

Not against your honour, but you shall see.

Lo.

And vexe my eyes to looke on such a Land-rat, Were all these shames forgotten, how shall I Be safe in honour with that noble Lady, To whom I sinne fully commended thee, Though twere not much, enough to make her thinke I am as base as thou art, and the Coronell, And all that have but heard thee call me cosin, What cure for this you Malt-worme? oh my soule How it does blush to know thee, bragging puppie, Dee heare me thunder, and lightning, what Nobilitie my predecessors bosted, Or any man from honours stocke descended; How many Marquesses and Earles are numbred In their great family? what coates they quarter, How many battells our forefathers fought? Tis poore, and not becomming perfect gentry To build their glories at their fathers cost, But at their owne expense of blood or vertue, To raise them living monuments, our birth Is not our owne act, honour upon trust, Our ill deedes forfeit, and the wealthy summes Purchas'st by others fame or sweate, will be

Our staine, for we inherit nothing truely But what our actions make us worthy of; And are you not a precious gentleman, Thou art not worth my steele, redeeme this love Some generous way of undertaking, or Thou shalt be given up to boyes, and ballets, The scorne of footeman, a disgrace more blacke Than bastard, goe to the Coronell.

Bo.

I will my Lord.

Lo.

But now I thinke ont twill be necessarie, That first you right my honour with the Lady, You shall carry a letter, you will do't?

Bo.

Ile carry any thing.

Lo.

Expect it presently.

Exit

Bo.

Such another conjuring will make me Beleeve I am illigitimate indeede, This came first keeping company with the blades, From whom I learnt to roare and runne away: I know tis a base thing to be a coward, But every man is not borne to be a Hercules, Some must be beate that others may be valiant.

Exit.

Enter Rosomond, and Honoria whispering, Sr. Marmaduke, and Sr. Ambrose following.

Ro.

Let it be so, they will else be troublesome.

Ma.

This cannot I hope displease you Lady, tis No new affection I protest, although This be the first occasion I tooke To expresse it.

Ro.

You did ill in the impression, Although your bashfulnesse would not permit you To speake in your owne cause, you might have sent Your meaning, I can make a shift to read A scurvie hand, but I shall tell you sir.

Ma.

Prethee doe.

Ho.

Ist possible your heart hath beene tormented In loves flame, and I the cause.

Am.

Your beauty hath the power To melt a Cithians bosome, those divine

Beames would make soft the earth, when rugged Winter Hath seal'd the cranies up with frost, your eye Will make the frigid region temperate, Should you but smile upon't: account it then No wonder if it turne my brest to ashes.

Ro.

I see you are in love by your mention, And cause I pitty a gentleman should lose His passion Ile acquaint you with a secret.

Ma.

The Lady Honoria?

Ro.

What misfortune twas You did not first apply your selfe to her That can reward your love, and hath a heart Spacious to entertaine you; she does love you Vpon my knowledge strangely, and so Commends you in your absence.

Ma.

Say you so Lady? Pardon I beseech you the affection I profest to your Ladiship, twas but A complement, I am sorry I protest.

Ro.

Oh tis excus'd sir, but I must tell you, Perhaps you wonot finde her now so tractable Vpon the apprehension she was slighted; But to prescribe you confidence were to Suspect your art, and bold discretion.

Ho.

Tis as I tell you sir, no Lady in The world can speake more praises of your body? Shee knowes not yet your minde.

Am.

Ist possible?

Ho.

And yet because she saw your complements Directed so unhappily to me, I know not how youle finde her on the sudden, But tis not halfe an houre since you possest The first place in her thoughts.

Am.

Shall I presume, You will excuse the love I did present Your Ladiship? it was not from my heart, I hope you will conceive so.

Ho.

A slight error.

Am.

I am a sham'd on't.

Ho.

Tis sufficient That you recant no more neglect.

Ro.

You are pleasant.

Am.

Be you so too; Ile justifie thou shalt Have cause.

Ro.

To wonder at you, whats your meaning sir?

Am.

Sweete Lady, What thoughts make sad your brow? I have observ'd Your eyes shoote clearer light.

Ro.

You are deceiv'd, I am not melancholy.

Am.

Be for ever banish'd The imagination of what can happen To cloud so rare a beautie, y'are in love.

Ro.

In love, who told you so?

Am.

But thats no wonder, We all may love, but you have onely power To conquer where you place affection, and triumph ore your wishes.

Ho.

I love you, y'are strangely sir mistaken, Put your devices on some other Lady, I ha beene so farre from my affection to you, That I ha laboured I confesse to unsettle The opinion of my Lady Rosomond, Who I confesse loves you, and that extreamely.

Mar.

How? she love me? then I ha made fine worke.

Ho.

What cunning shee is mistresse of to hide Her strange affections, or what power she has, She does flie into your armes I know not.

Ro.

Are you so dull? Why, this was but to try your constancie, I have heard her sweare you are the proprest Knight, The very Adonis: why, she has got your picture And made it the onely saint within her closet, I blush at your credulitie.

Am.

Ist e'ne so? I have undone my selfe with her already, Pardon me gentle Madam, I must leave you.

Ro.

With all my heart.

Ho.

We are reliev'd,

Enter Mounsieur.

Mounsieur Le Friske.

Moun.

Tres humbla serviter Madam, Me sweate with de hast to waite upon your Ladiships; I pray give me do leve dispatch presently, For I must figaries to be done.

Ro.

Gentlemen let your passions breath a while, A little musicke may correct the errour, And you may finde your selves.

Moun.

Aller.

Am.

With all my heart Sr. Marmaduke lets helpe To exercise the Ladies.

Ma.

A good motion.

Moun.

And begar noting in de world mor profet Your body den de motion all a more de France.

Ma.

I am for any friske.

Moun.

Ha de friske you jumpe upon my name, and Begar you have my nature to de right, hey, and All de world is but friske.

Ho.

A Country dance then.

Moun.

Hah, Mounsieur Madam aller,

They Dance.

Forboone, tres excellent begar, so I crave your patience Madam, gentlemen, you be at de Ball, mofoy you See dat was never in dis world.

Ro.

What Mounsieur?

Moun.

What doe you thinke dat is, me tell you, begar You see me play de part of de Cupid.

Ho.

A French Cupid.

Moun.

Begar French Cupid, why? dere is no love like De French love, dat is Cupid, love is hot, and de French is hot

Ro.

How comes it to passe that you are to play Cupid Moun.

Mo.

My Lord give me cōmand me have device, & de masque For de Ladies, and me no trust little Iacknape to play Young Cupid but my selfe.

Ho.

Cupid is a childe, you have a beard Mounsieur.

Mo.

Me care not de haire for dat, begar de little god may have

De little beard, Venus his •• oder have de mole, and Cupid Her shild may have the blacke mussell.

Ho.

But Mounsieur, we read Cupid was faire, and You are blacke, how will that agree?

Mo.

Cupid is faire, and Mounsieur is blacke, why Mounsieur Is blacke den, and Cupid is faire, what is dat? a faire Lady love de servant of the blacke Complexion de ban eur, the colour is not de mush, Vulcan was de blacke Smith, and Cupid may be de Blacke gentleman his sonne legitimate.

Am.

Tis de way to make Cupid the boy no bastard.

Mo.

But doe you no publish this invention, me meete you At de Ball armed with quiver, and de bow.

Ho.

You wonot shoote us, I hope youle spare our hearts.

Mo.

Begar me shit you if me can, and your arts shall Bleed one, two, tree, gallowne adieu Madame Serviter gentlemen tresemble.

Am.

Adieu Mounsieur, now Madam with your favour, I must renew my suite.

Ho.

Yad better buy a new one, Nay then we shall be troubled.

Exit.

Am.

Youle withdraw, Ile follow you.

Ma.

Come, come I know you love me.

Ro.

You may enlarge your folly my deare knight, But I have pardoned you for love already.

Ma.

This shannot serve your turne, I came hither Not to be jeered, and one of you shall love me.

Exit.

Enter Bostocke, Lady Lucina and Scutilla.

Luc.

Oh impudence dares he returne.

Scu.

It seemes so.

Bo.

Most gracious Madam, my cosin your Lord Loveall Commends himselfe in blacke and white.

Luc.

To me?

Bo.

Dee thinke tis from my selfe.

Scu.

You might ha dont in blacke and blew.

Bo.

Scutilla how does thy poore soule, thou Hast no husband nor children to commend me to.

Scu.

The poore soule's well, I hope your body is

Recover'd, dos not your left cheeke burne still, We ha so talkt on you?

Luc.

I am sorry any gentleman that has relation to me should Be so forgetfull of your honor, & his own, but though he have Forfited opinion, let me continue innocent in your thoughts? I have sent you a small jewell to expiate my offence for Commending him, I expect your Ladiship at the Ball, Where you shall make many happie to kisse your hand, And in their number the true admirer of your vertue, My Lord is honourable.

Bo.

A slight jewell Madam.

Loveall.

Luc.

I am his servant.

Bo.

Nay faith my Lord is right, I ha not met The Coronell since you know when.

Sc.

You ha more reason to remember.

Bo.

I would be so bold to aske you a question.

Luc.

In the meane time give me leave, we are none But friends, I know y'are valliant.

Bo.

No, no, you doe not know't, but I know my selfe.

Scu.

Thats more.

Luc.

But will you answer me? why did not you strike him agen?

Scu.

That might ha caus'd blood.

Bo.

Y'are ith right.

Luc.

You did not feare him.

Bo.

But blood are not a like, termes were not even, If I had kill'd him there had beene an end.

Luc.

Of him.

Bo.

Right Madam, but if he had wounded me, He might ha kill'd, heaven knowes how many.

Scu.

Strange?

Bo.

D'ee not conceive it? so many drops of mine, So many gentlemen, nay more, who knowes Which of these might ha beene a Knight, a Lord.

Luc.

Perhaps a Prince.

Bo.

Princes came from the blood, And should I hazard such a severation Against a single life, tis not I feare To fight with him by these hills, but what wise gamester Will venture a hundred pound to a flaw'd sixe pence?

Scu.

Madam, the Coronell.

Bo.

And he were ten Coronells, Ile not endure his company▪ Sweete Lady, you and Ile retire.

Scu.

And were lesse honourable.

Bo.

He should not seeke me then.

Sc.

He should rather hardly find you, Ime your servant.

Exi.

Enter Coronell.

Luc.

I was wishing for you sir, Your judgement of these Diamonds.

Co.

The stones are pretty.

Luc.

They were a Lords, sent me for a token, You cannot chuse but know him, the Lord Loveall.

Co.

So, so, so, I am like to speede.

Luc.

Is not he a pretty gentleman?

Co.

And you are sure hee's honest?

Luc.

As Lords goe now adayes that are In fashion; But cry you mercy, you ha put me in minde, I did propound a businesse to you sir.

Co.

And I came prepar'd to answer you.

Luc.

Tis very well, Ile call one to be a witnesse.

Co.

That was not I remember in our Covenant, You shannot neede.

Luc.

Ile fetch you a booke to sware by▪

Co.

Let it be Venus and Adonis then, Or Ovids wanton Elieges, Aristotles Problemes, Guy of Warwicke, or Sr. Beavis, Or if there be a Play Booke you Love bettter, Ile take my oath upon your Epilogue.

Luc.

Y'are very merry, well, sweare how you please.

Co.

In good time, You doe expect now I should sweare Ime honest?

Luc.

Yes sir, and tis no hard condition, If you reflect upon my promise.

Co.

What?

Luc.

To marry you, which act must make you Lord Of me and my estate, a round possession, Some men have gone to hell for a lesse matter.

Co.

But I wonot be damn'd for twenty thousand

Such as you are, and every one a million, And I the authoritie of a Parliament To marry wo'yee all, I wod not buy This flesh now I ha sworne.

Luc.

I thinke so Coronell, Blesse me? twenty thousand wives, two'd nere Come to my turne, and you'd not live to give The tithe benevolence.

Co.

They would finde Pages, fooles, or Gentlemen-Vshens.

Luc.

Then upon the matter, You being not willing sir to take your oath, I may be confident you are not honest.

Co.

Why looke upon me Lady, and consider With some discretion what part about me Does looke so tame you should suspect me honest, How old dee thinke I am?

Luc.

I guesse at thirty.

Co.

Some ith' world doubted me not so much, At thirteene I was ever plumpe and forward, My drie Nurse swore at seven, I kist like one Of five and twenty, setting that a side, Whats my profession?

Luc.

A Souldier

Co.

So examine a whole army, and finde one Souldier that hates a hansome woman, we cannot march Without our bagge and baggages, and is it possible, When we come home where womens pride, and all Temptation to wantonesse abounds We should lose our activitie?

Lu.

You souldiers are brave fellowes.

Co.

When we have our pay, We vow no chastitie till we marry, Lady Tis out of fashion indeede with gentlemen To be honest, and of age together tis sufficient, We can provide to take our pleasures too, Without infection, a sound body is A treasure I can tell you, yet if that Would satisfy you, I should make no scruple To sweare, but otherwise you must pardon us As we must pardon you.

Luc.

Vs sir.

Co.

Yes you, as if you Ladies had not your fagaries,

And martiall discipline, as well as we, Your outworkes, and redoubts, your court of guard, Your centries, and perdues, sallies, retreates, Pasties, and stratagems, women are all honest, Yes, yes, exceeding honest; let me aske you One question, Ile not put you to your oath, I doe allow you Hide-Parke, and Spring-Garden, You have a recreation called the Ball, A device transported hither by some Ladies That affect Tenice, what dee play a set? Theres a foule racket kept under the line, Strange words are bandied, and strange revells Madam.

Luc.

The world imagines so.

Co.

Nay, y'are all talk'd of.

Luc.

But if men had no more wit, and honesty, They wod let fall their stings on something else, This is discours'd, but when Corantaes faile, Or newes at ordinaries, when the phlegmaticke Dutch Ha tane no Fisher-boates, or our Cole-ships land Safe at New-Castle, y'are fine gentlemen, But to conclude of that we met for your honesty, Not justified by an oath, as I expected, Is now suspended, will you sweare yet.

Co.

Why, I thought you had beene a Christian? widdow Have I not told you enough, you may meete one Will forfeit his conscience, and please you better, Some Silke-worme oth' Cittie, or the Court, There be enough will sweare away their soule For your estate, but I have no such purpose, The warres will last I hope.

Luc.

So so, Scutilla.

Enter Scutilla.

You were present when I promis'd the Coronell, To be his wife upon condition. He could secure my opinion by his oath, That he was honest, I am bound in honour Not to goe backe, y ave done it, I am yours sir, Be you a witnesse to this solemne contract.

Co.

Are you in earnest Lady, I ha not sworne.

Luc.

You have given better truth, He that can make this conscience of an oath Assures his honesty.

Co.

In minde.

Luc.

Whats past I question not, if for the time to come Your love be vertuous to me.

Co.

Most religious, Or let me live the Souldiers dishonour, And die the scorne of gentlemen, I ha not Space enough in my heart to entertaine thee.

Luc.

Is not this better than swearing?

Co.

I confesse it.

Luc.

Now I may call you husband?

Co.

No title can more honour me.

Luc.

If please you Ile shew you then my children.

Co.

How, your children?

Luc.

I ha sixe that call me mother.

Co.

Hast, faith?

Luc.

The elder may want softnesse to acknowledge you, But some are young enough, and may be counsell'd To aske your blessing, does this trouble you?

Co.

Trouble me? no, but it is the first newes Lady Of any children.

Luc.

Nay, they are not like To be a burden to us, they must trust To their owne portions left 'em by their father.

Co.

Where.

Luc.

But of my estate, I cannot keepe▪ Any thing from 'em, and I know you are So honest, you'd not wish me wrong the Orphans, Tis but sixe thousand pound in money Coronell Among them all, beside some trifling plate And jewels worth a thousand more.

Co.

No more?

Luc.

My Ioynture will be firme to us, two hundred Per annum.

Co.

Is it so? and that will keepe A Country house, some halfe a dozen Cowes, We shall ha cheese and butter-milke, one horse Will serve me, and your man to ride to markets.

Luc.

Canst be content to live ith' country Coronell?

Co.

And watch the Pease, looke to the Hay, and talke▪ Of Oates and Stubble, I ha beene brought up too't, And for a need can thrash.

Luc.

That will save somewhat.

Co.

Ith yeere, beside my skill in farrowing pigs, Oh tis a holsome thing to hold the plough, And wade up to the calfe ith' dirty furrowes▪

Worse than sleeping in a trench, or quagmire, You ha not heard me whistle yet.

Luc.

No indeede.

Co.

Why? theres it, shee does counterfeit, well Lady, Be you in jeast or earnest, this is my Resolution Ile marry you, and y'ad forty children, And not a foote of land to your Ioynture, heaven Will provide for, and we doe our endeavours, Where be the children, come how many boyes.

Luc.

As many as can get sir.

Co.

How?

Luc.

No more. Since y'are so noble, know I tried your patience, And now I am confirm'd, my estate is yours Without the weight of children or of debts, Love me, and I repent not.

Co.

Saist thou so? I wod we had a Priest here.

Luc.

There remaines to take away one scruple.

Co.

Another gintracke.

Luc.

I have none, tis your doubt sir, And ere we marry you shall be convinc'd Some mallice has corruted your opinion Of that we call the Ball.

Co.

Your dancing businesse.

Luc.

I will intreate your company to night, Where your owne eyes shall leade you to accuse Or vindicate our fames.

Co.

With all my heart.

Scu.

Madam, Mr. Bostocke Expects within.

Luc.

You shall be reconcil'd to him.

Co.

With Bostocke willingly, then toth Ball, Which for your sake I dare not now suspect, Where union of hearts such Empire brings, Subjects methings are crown'd as we as Kings.

Exeunt.

Actus▪ Quintus.

Enter Mounsieur and servants with perfume.

Moun.

BOne forbone here a little, dere a little more, my Lord hire dis house of the citie Merchent, begar It smell musty, and he will have all sweete for de

Ladies, perfume, perfume every corner presently For dere is purpose to make all smoke anon Begar;

Enter Lady Rosomond and Honoria.

Treshumble serviter Madam.

Ho.

Where is my Lord?

Moun.

Hee waite on you presently Mounsieur de Freshwater.

Fr.

Mounsieur Le Friske these Ladies were pleas'd To command my attendance hither.

Moun.

Welcome to de Ball, par ma foy You pardon Mounsieur, I have much trouble In my little head, I can no stay to Complement, a vostre service.

Exit.

Fre.

In all my travells, I have not seene a more Convenient Structure.

Ro.

Now you talke of your travells Signior, till my Lord Come you shall doe us a speciall favour to Discourse what passages you ha seene abroad.

Ho.

Were you ever abroad before Signior.

Fre.

I hardly ever was at home, and yet All countries lost wiseman are his owne? Did you never travell Ladies,

Ro.

We are no Ladies errant, tis enough For such as you, that looke for State employment.

Fre.

Yet there be Ladies ha your languages, And married to great men prove the better Statesmen.

Ro.

We have heard talke of many countries.

Fre.

And you may heare talke, but give me the man That has measur'd 'em, talkes but talke.

Ho.

Have you seene a fairer Citie than London?

Fre.

London is nothing.

Ro.

How nothing?

Fre.

To what it will be a hundred yeares hence.

Ro.

I have heard much talke of Paris.

Ho.

You have beene there I me sure.

Enter Lord.

Fre.

I tell you Madame, I tooke shipping at Gravesend, and had no sooner past The Cantons, and Grissons, making some stay In the Valtoline, but I came to Paris a pretty Hamlet, and much in the scituation like Dunstable, Tis in the Province of Alcontora, some three leagues

Distant from Civill, from whence we have our Oringes.

Lo.

Is the fellow mad?

Ro.

I have heard Civill is in Spaine.

Fre.

You may heare many things, The people are ciuill that live in Spaine, or there May be one towne like another, but if Civill Be not in France, I was never at Civill in my life.

Ho.

Proceede Sir.

Fre.

Doe not I know Paris, it was built by the yongest Son Of King Priam, and was call'd by his name, yet some Call it Lutetia, because the gentlewomen there Play so well upon the Lute.

Lo.

What a Rascall is this?

Fr.

Here I observ'd many remarkeable buildings, as the Vniversitie, which some call the Loure, where the Students made very much of me, and carried me To the Beare-garden, where I saw a play on the Banke-side, a very pretty Comedy call'd Martheme, In London.

Ro.

Ist possible?

Fre.

But there be no such Comedians as we have here, Yet the women are the best Actors, they play Their owne parts, a thing much desir'd in England By some Ladies, Innes a Court Gentlemen, and others, But that by the way.

Ho.

See Sir.

Fre.

I had staid longer there, but I was offended with a Villanous sent of Onions, which the winde brought from St. Omers.

Ro.

Onions wod make you sleepe well.

Fre.

But the sent tis not to be endured, I smelt On 'em when I came to Rome, and hardly scap'd the Inquisition fort.

Ho.

Were you at Rome too Signior.

Fre.

Tis in my way to Venice, Ile tell you Madam I was very Loth to leave their country.

Ro.

Which Country?

Fre.

Where was I last?

Ho.

In France.

Fre.

Right, for I had a very good Inne, where mine Host Was a notable good fellow, and a Cardinall.

Ro.

How a Cardinall, oh impudence.

Fr.

Oh the catches we sang, and his wife a pretty woman, And one that warmes a bed one oth' best in Europe.

Ho.

Did you ever heare the like.

Ro.

I did before suspect him.

Fr.

But mine Host.

Ho.

The Cardinall.

Fr.

Right, had a shrew'd pate, and his eares were some∣thing O'th longest, for one upon the oath of a w— Walloune that — from Spaine to the Low- Countries, and the other from Lapland into Germany.

Ro.

Say you so?

Fr.

A parlous head, and yet loving to his guests, As mine host Bankes, as red in the gills, and as merry A —but anger him, and hee sets all Christendome Together by the eares, well shortly after I left France, and sayling along the Alpes, I came to Lombardy, where I left my cloke, for it was very Hot travelling, and went a Pilgrim to Rome Where I saw the Tombs, and a Play in Pompeys Theater, here I was kindely entertain'd by an anchorite, In whose chamber I lay, and drinke Cider.

Lo.

Nay, now he is desperate.

Ho.

Doe not interrupt him.

Fre.

What should I trouble you with many stories? from hence I went to Naples, a soft kinde of people, and cloth'd In silke, from thence I went to Florence from whence we Have the art of working custards, which we call Florentines, Millan a rich state of Haberdashers, Permount, where I had excellent Venison, And Padua, famous for the pads, or easie saddles Which our physitions ride upon, and first brought from Thence when they commenst Doctor.

Ro.

Very good.

Fr.

I see little in Mantua, beside dancing upon the ropes, Onely their strong beere, better than any I Ever drunke at the Trumpet, but Venice of all The Champion Countries, do not mistake they are the Valiantest gentlemen under the Sunne.

Ro.

Is that it?

Fr.

O the Catazaners we turn'd there.

Ho.

Who was wee yee?

Fr.

Two or three magnifico's grandees of the State, We tickled 'em in the very Pialto, by the same Token two or three English spies told us they had laine Leger three moneths to steale away the Piatzo, and ship It for Covent. Garden, a pretty fabricke and building Vpon the — but I was compell'd to make Short stay here by reason of the Dukes Concubines Fell in love wee me, gave me a ring of his, out of A solide Diamonde, which afterwards I lost washing my Hands in the salt water.

Ho.

You should ha fish'd fort, and as good lucke as She that found her wedding ring in the Haddocks belly.

Fr.

No, there was no staying, I tooke post horse presently For Genoa, and from thence to Madrill, and so to The Netherlands.

Ro.

And how sped you among the Dutch?

Fr.

Why, we were drunk every day together, they get their Living by it.

Ho.

By drinking?

Fr.

And making bargaines in their tippling, The Iewes are innocent, nay the devill himselfe Is but a Dunce to 'em, of whose trade they are.

Ho.

Whats that?

Fr.

They fish, they fish still, who can helpe it, they Have nets enough, and may catch the Province In time then let the Kingdomes looke about 'em, They can't be idle, and they have one advantage Of all the world, theyle ha no conscience to trouble 'Em, I heard in whispered they want butter, they have A Designe to charme the Indies, and remove their Darie, but that as a secret, shall goe no further; I caught a surfet of Bore in Holland, upon my Recovery I went to Flushing, where I met with a hansome Froe, with whom I went to Middleborough, by the — And lest her drunke at Roterdam, there I tooke Shipping againe for France, from thence to Dover,

From Dover to Gravesend, from Gravesend to Queene- Hive, and from thence to what I am come to.

Lo.

And noble Signior you are very welcome.

Fr.

I hope he did not over-heare me.

Lo.

I am much honor'd Ladies in your presence.

Fr.

Absence had beene a sinne my Lord where you▪ Were pleas'd to invite.

Enter Mounsieur.

Moun.

Fie, fie, my Lord give me one eare.

He whispers with my Lord.

Lo.

Interrupt me no more good Moursieur.

Fr.

Mounsieur La Friske, a word, a word, I beseech you, No excuser moy.

Exit Fresh. and Moun.

Lo.

Have you thought Ladies of your absent servant? Within whose heart the civill warre of love,

Ro.

May end in a soft peace.

Lo.

Excellent, Lady▪

Ho.

We had armies too my Lord, of wounded thoughts.

Lo.

And are you agreed to which I must devote My loving service, and which is wisest, fairest, Is it concluded yet?

Ho.

You did propound A hard Province, and we could not Determine as you expected, but if Your flame be not extinct, we have devis'd Another way.

Lo.

You make my ambition happy, And indeede I was thinking twas impossible That two such beauties should give place to either, And I am still that humble notary To both your loves.

Ro.

Then this we have made lots, That what we cannot, fate may soone divide, And we are fixt to obey our destinie, There is but two, one and your wishes guide you.

Lo.

And will you satisfie my chance.

Ho.

We should Be else unjust.

Lo.

What method shall we use?

Ro.

Your hat my Lord, If you vouchsafe the favour?

Ho.

Dare you expose your head to the ayre so long?

Lo.

Most willingly put in.

Ro.

There is Fortune▪

Ho.

That draw which quickly tell how much I love you.

Lo.

So, so now let me see, I commend your device, Since I am uncapable of both, This is a way indeede, but your favour.

Ro.

Lets have faire play my Lord.

Lo.

What foole is he? That having the choise of Mistresses will be Confinde to one, and rob himselfe, I am yet The favorite of both these, is no policy, I could make shift with both abed.

Ro.

You are merry?

Lo.

In troth, and so I am, and in the minde I am in, will give my selfe no cause toth' contrary, Dee see? Ile draw you both.

Ho.

How? both. You cannot otherwise be reconcil'd, Ile be content to marry one, and doe Service to th' others peticote, I must tell you, I am not without president.

Ho.

There you triumph.

Lo.

Within the name of Venus, — ha a blanke▪ By this light nothing, neither name nor marke.

Both.

Ha, ha, ha.

Lo.

This is a riddle yet.

Ro.

Tis quickly solv'd, Your Lordship was too confident, We never were at such a losse my Lord, As with the hazard of our wit or honour To court you with so desperate affection.

Ho.

By our example know, some Ladies may Commend, nay love a gentleman, and yet Be safe in their owne thoughts, and see as farre As modesty, and honour will allow us, We are still servants to your Lordship,

Lo.

Say so? why looke you Ladies that you may perceive, How I can be temperate too; first, I thanke you Heartily, and to recompence your wit▪ Present another Lottery, you shannot Suspect I have a thought that will betray Your innocence to scandall, let me intreate

You take your chance too, this for you Madam, And this is left your fortune, doe me honour To weare these paire of Iewells for my sake, So with a confidence of your happy pardon, To what is past hereafter I shall pay To your true vertues, better service then So unnecessary trialls.

Ro.

And to shew We are not coy my Lord, weele weare your Iewell.

Lo.

And be their ornament.

Enter Rainebow, Coronell, Bostoke.

Co.

All happinesse to your Lordship, Your cruells are not full set noble Ladies.

Lo.

Your presence will so ne make us active, Madam I was bold.

Bo.

She has your Diamond my Lord.

Lo.

And can you pardon?

Ro.

Nay, nay, we are friends, are We not Madam?

Luc.

I were else unmercifull.

Bo.

The Coronell too has given me satisfaction.

Co.

I thinke you had enough.

Bo.

As much as I desir'd, and heres my hand, While I can draw a sword command me.

Co.

What?

Bo.

To put it up agen, all friends, all friends, A poxe a quarrelling.

Co.

I kisse your hand sir.

Bo.

Kisse my hand, kisse my— noble Ladies here.

Co.

Why is Musicke silent all this while? Has it no voyce to bid these Ladies welcome?

A golden Ball descends, Enter Venus and Cupid.

Ve.

Come Boy now draw thy powerfull Bow, Here are Ladies hearts enough To be transfixt, this meeting is To ruffle Ladies, and to kisse, These are my Orgies, from each eye▪ A thousand wanton glances flie; Lords, and Ladies of the Game, Each brest be full of my owne flame: Why shootes not Cupid? these are all,

Met in honour of my Ball, Which Paris gave to Ida hill, Ile maintaine these revells still: Why stayes Cupid all this while.

Dia.

Venus doth her selfe beguile.

Ven.

Diana here goe backe againe.

Dia.

These are none of Venus traine, No sparke of this Lacivious fire, Dwells in their bosomes, no desire, But what doth fill Diana's breast, In their modest thoughts doe rest. Venus this new festivall, Shall be still Diana's Ball: A chaste meeting ever here, Seeke thy votaries other where.

Ven.

You're chast indeede, doe not we know, You to your sweete-heart nightly goe, Envying one is not kist, no you On his face but let fall dew▪ Some may wonder what doth ayle, Your lippes but kisses made them pale Me thinkes the Moone should blush,

Dia.

I doe Some times, but tis for such as you: Then hide my selfe within a mist, For shame to see thee clipt and kist.

Ven.

Draw Cupid, shall thy mother be Brand by a Huntresse, let me see I want one shaft.

Cu.

Moder not so, You may quickly breake my bow, Here Diana doth command, My Bow is frozen to my hand, Beside, the Ladies breasts are here, Such proofes against my shafts I feare, Each arrow would to our disgrace, Breake, or rebound in my owne face; Moder, flie hence or you will be,

If youle stay, made as chaste as she.

Ve.

Can her Magicke charme them so, Then tis time that Venus goe To seek her owne more choice delight, Against my will, enjoy this night.

Dia.

Cupid if you meane to stay, Throw your licensious shafts away, Then you are Love, then be embrac't, Love is welcome while he's chast; Now some other straine to show, What pleasures to this night we owe.

A Dance.

Enter Barker, like a Satyre Dancing.

Fre.

My Lord, my Ladies, will you see a Monster, I have not met such another in all my travailes.

Luc.

What have we here a Satyre.

Bo.

No, tis a dancing Beare.

Lo.

What is the deviso.

Bar.

Wonder that a Satyre can Put off wildnesse and turne man, Love, such miracles can doe, But this owes it selfe to you Bright Lady.

Ro.

Keepe the goblin from me Gentlemen.

Ba.

Youle know me. Omnes, Barker.

Ba.

No more, the Cynicke, I protest You have converted me.

Ro.

Your meaning Sir.

Ba.

I am the man you did incourage Madam To learne to dance, I shall doe better shortly, Your love will perfect me, and make me soft, And smooth as any Reveller.

Ro.

Ha, ha, ha, my Love, I am not mad to love a Satyre, For that's thy best condition, judgement all, How scurvily this civility shewes in him. Faith raile, and keepe your humour, still it shewes excellent, Does he not become the beast, The Lords allow you pension.

Omnes,

Ha, ha, ha.

Ba.

You are a Witch, Ile justifie it, and there is not

One honest thought among the whole Sex of you, Dee laugh, loose witted Ladies, there are not In hell such furies, that's a comfort yet To him that shall goe thither, he shall have Lesse torment after death then he findes here.

Lo.

Why Barker?

Ba.

Your wit has got the squirte too, Ile traduce Your Ball for this, and if there be a post, That dares write mischiefe, looke to be worse Then executed.

Exit.

Lo.

He will come to himselfe agen, when he hath purg'd Freshwater.

Enter Sir Stephen, and Sir Lionell.

Ste.

Madam your servants begge this favour from you.

Ro.

What ist?

Ste.

That since your resolutions will admit No change of hearts you will not publish how We ha beene jeer'd.

Ro.

Not jeer'd, but you came on so desperate.

Ho.

We love our owne when we preserve, Gentlemens honour.

Co.

Then lets tosse the Ball.

Lo.

Signior Freshwater,

Fr.

Mercy and silence as you are honourable.

Lo.

May it concerne these gentlemen.

Fr.

Why if I must gentlemen, you imagine I ha beene At Venice, but I staid at Gravesend All this Summer expecting a winde, and finding it So uncertaine, will deferre the voyage till the Spring, I am not the first whom the windes, and seas have crost.

Ste.

Then you have crost no Sea?

Fr.

If you please, Ile require But my principall, and for your good company, Ile stay at home for good, and all to be merry.

Lo.

Nay, nay, you shall goe your voyage, We wod not have you lose the benefit Of travell, when you come home, you may summon Your debters by a drumme, and shewing your bagge

Of certificates.

Bo.

Receive your money when you can get it, and be Knighted.

Fr.

I thanke you gentlemen, I am in a way now, I have sold my land, and put out my mony To live I see my heart wonot dance to night, I may to Gravesend in the morning, I can be but pickled in salt water, and Ile Venture one drowning to be reveng'd Agen, agen, set, set.

A Dance.

Luc.

What thinke you of all this?

Co.

To my wishes, an innocent, and generous recreation.

Lo.

Ladies and Gentlemen, now a banquet waites you, Be pleas'd to accept, twill give you breath and then, Renew our Revells, and toth' Ball agen.

Exeunt Omnes.

FINIS.