The generous enemies, or, The ridiculous lovers a comedy : as it is acted at the Theatre Royal by His Maiesties servants / by John Corye, Gent.
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The generous enemies, or, The ridiculous lovers a comedy : as it is acted at the Theatre Royal by His Maiesties servants / by John Corye, Gent.
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ACT IV. SCENE I.
Enter Signior Robatzy, Flaminio and Addibar.
Fla.
IT were unfit, Sir, my Mother should be attendedOnly with your Company, and my self here, waitingHer Arrival.
Rob.
Though 'tis your duty, Sir, it is not needful;For 'twas her Command you should expect herAt my house.
Fla.
My soul would suffer much disquiet, shouldI omit a duty so becoming.
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Rob.
But she is not assured of your Arrival, Sir,Only may guess it by the time of her Appointment.
Fla.
So much the better, Sir, duty's perform'd, whenUnexpected renders the Surprize the greater.Well, Sir, 'tis your Conquest, and I must yield,We'll go together.
Enter Alvarez and Lysander.
Fla.
Addibar, Get the Coach ready, and bring it toThe Garden-gate.
Add.
I shall, Sir.
[Exit Add.
Lys.
It is all truth that I have told you, Sir, sheLoaths you more then youth hates death; or ageHer spightful Neighbour; The Letter thatYou sent by me she tore into a thousand pieces,And with a look so full of terrour, as if she wouldHave done as much to you.
Fla.
Hold, Sir, yonder's Alvarez: Pray suffer meTo take my leave of him before we go.
Rob.
Not for a world, Sir, pray pardon me: I must notSuffer it.
Fla.
Your restraint is as unjust as cruel. I, should IViolate the respects I owe him: and without causeReject so dear a friend.
Alva.
Who is that, Flaminio?
Rob.
The more you urge me,I am the more averse to your desires: Pray let us go.
Fla.
This is unnatural, Sir, thus to refuse theConversation of the man I most esteem.
Rob.
I cannot grant it you.
[Exit Rob. pulling of Flam.
Alva.
Now truth's unmasqu'd, and shame walkethBy, bearing a blushing torch; Didst thouObserve, Lysander, with what care and trouble heAvoided me; Doubtless, the remorse of hisIngratitude, makes him conscious of the wrongsHe has done me, whilst she triumphs inHer unjust security.
Lys.
Ah, my Lord, the Heavens are too impartialTo behold (with pleas'd eyes) the wickedness of ourOffences, and therfore prudently inflict upon us punishmentsOfttimes proportion'd to the nature of our crimes.
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Alva.
I call all nature to defiance, to accuse meOf a sin qualified for such a judgment.
Lys.
Examine well, Sir, the actions of your life;No breach of faith, no violation of a sacred Vow.
Alva.
By the soul of truth I never.—
Lys.
Hold Sir; before you swear, let me discoverTo you what she told me; somebody inPrejudice of your love inform'd her, that inItaly you were contracted to a young and anInnocent Maid, nam'd Semena, of a noble Family:But when she had given her vertue to yourCharge, exchang'd hearts, and wrap'd 'em in yourFaith: You most dishonourably left her theIgnominy and scandal of her sex; and upon thisConjecture, Sir, she builds her Rigour, that heWho changes once, may do so ever.
Alva.
But this was not inconstancy.
Lys.
Not Sir, it will be difficult to prove it other.
Alva.
Fear not, I shall easily convince her ofMy innocence.
Lys.
Heavens, what can this Ingrateful say▪
[aside.
Alva.
Alas, I had not seen that Lady that thouSpeak'st of, when she was offred me to wife;'Tis true, by the perswasion of our relations, I didAgree to marry her, to reconcile someAnimosities, that had long liv'd in both ourFamilies: so that it was not the ElectionOf my Will, but the interest of my Peace oblig'd me to it;Judge then how much I am wrong'd, by beingUpbraided with a crime I am not guilty of.
Lys.
My soul has now her full load.
[aside.
Enter Jaccinta and Livia veyl'd.
Alva.
Hold, yonder's a Lady veyl'd,For shape and motion much resembling Alleria.
Lys.
Dear Sir, forbear, I must not suffer you;Do you not know the custom of the place?To draw the Curtain in the street (though sheWere mean) is mortal.
Alva.
Nothing shall restrain me:
Liv.
Your brother, Madam.
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Jac.
Alas, how shall I shun him?
Alva.
Madam—
Liv.
What is't would you have, Sir?
Alva.
A view of that fair Lady:What eye can see you, Madam, and not carry WarUnto his heart.
Lys.
Did ever man more wilfully prosecute hisOwn Misfortunes?
Alva.
'Tis a felicity to me, to be within the view of myTormentor: My rest, my life, my all is in your hands.
Liv.
You are ill instructed, Sir; this is not she you look for.
Alva.
Not she, what makes her shun me then?
Lys.
You see, you shoot your Arrows againstA Rock, which may return to hurt you.
Alva.
Let me but hear her speak: give me aWord from her.
Jac.
Look you, Sir, what will it profit you?
[puts up her veyl
Alva.
My Sister, what treacherous Guides are our desires:Why did you keep my heart so long lock'd up in errour?
Jac.
Only to try what passions were about it.
Alva.
But whether were your hasty steps directed?
Jac.
Nay, I am at my journey's end, Brother;My setting forth was only bent to give you joy,I hear you are to be married.
Alva.
Ah, Sister, my death you'll sooner see,I am injur'd above the power of sufferance.
Jac.
By whom, Brother.
Alva.
You know too well; the false Flaminio.
Jac.
What's his crime?
Alva.
His love.
Jac.
His love?
Alva.
His treacherous love, why do you feign your selfIgnorant of what you so well know?
Jac.
O Heavens, he knows he loves me: and thenceHis anger comes.
[aside.
Alva.
Were he hid within the Caverns of the earth,My revenge (subtil as it is) should find him;And though he had a sword tempered with charmes,Yet would I kill him.
Jac.
O Brother, he's but an ill Physician will destroy
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The Patient he can cure, the errours of ourFriends, we should detect with admonition,Not with rage and violence.
Alva.
Thou art his Advocate.
Jac.
Love, brother, (if it be a crime) is not alwaysAn Act of our intention, but oftentimes we areSurpriz'd in to it by accident, the offences thereforeThat proceed from our Misfortunes, are not toBe charg'd as the transgressions of our wills,But rather pitied as our frailties, and excus'd.
Alva.
Sister, I approve your intercession, and callIt by the name of generous: I have lov'dHim so, he was the Volume of my secrets.
Jac.
How know you then but your suspitions areUnjust, and Innocence made guilty by a false surmize▪
Alva.
O 'tis too evident he loves her.
Jac.
Her, who?
Alv.
Alleria.
Jac.
He love Alleria.
Alva.
I surpriz'd him even now talking with herFather, and when he saw me, he slunk away asBlack souls do at the face of Justice: besides,He lay last night at her house.
Jac.
O flie to your revenge; let him not live a moment,Now I curse the rash Compassion I bestow'd upon him.
Alva.
Why are you (Sister) so incens'd, because a MoteTroubles your eye, would you for this pluck downThe Sun from Heaven.
Jac.
The trouble (brother) that appears in me, risethFrom an apprehension of his wrongs to you;Can there be a greater indignity imputable toMan then breach of trust, and that in sacredFriendship; Friendship did I say, friendshipIs lost when Rivalship begins; Go, go, andPunish in his blood the crimes of his false soul.
Alva.
What, in a Turtle's look a Tygre's mind.He is but an ill Physician will destroy thePatient he can cure, the errours of our friends weShould detect with admonition, not with rage and violence.
Jac.
Dull purblind frailty: as 'tis a glory to be jealous.
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Of our honour, so 'tis an errour to wink at whatWe ought to see.
Alva.
If it be an errour, Sister, it was introduc'd by you.
Jac.
Then 'twas the ignorance of his crime madeMe stand up against the guilt, and interposeBetween your wrath and him; but now I do noLonger hold you, haste to your revenge: as manyMinutes as you defer it, so many wounds youMake upon his breast.
Alva.
Away, rash woman, thou art no more alli'dUnto my nature, then a Vulture's to a Dove.
Jac.
No, no, let him live then, and be the markOf your disgrace.
Alva.
You are inconsiderate in your passion: would youHave me kill the man that's worthy of myMercy: perhaps my jealousie has done himWrong: his love to her may be of an ElderGrowth then mine.
Jac.
O injurious Clemency: the life he owes you(Were there no other cause) obliges him toResign all Claims unto her: but he deservesAll wrongs that can so tamely suffer thePrivation of his love.
Alv.
My Inquietudes are great, I'le take theRecollection of some minute in the mean time,Make you a Visit to Alleria for furtherConfirmation, she hath well counterfeited,But yet I see through the deceit:O what a wondrous little partHas Heaven, in a dissembling womans heart.
[Exeunt Alv.
and Lys.
Liv.
I wonder, Madam, you should love a man,Yet seek his death with so much earnestness.
Jac.
I loath the thought of loving him: If I haveAny passion for him, 'tis revenge.
Liv.
That vengeance is but lame, that walks uponThe Crutches of the tongue, thoughYou have thundred out your fury againstHim, I know you would not hurt a hairOf him for all the world▪
Jac.
O how should I rejoyce to see an Earthquake
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Gape and take him in before me: Not hurtHim; yes, I would be as wild in my revengeAs is the Lion in full heat of blood: when byInstinct he knows his Mate plays false.
Enter Cassidore.
Cass.
O Madam; I rejoyce in this good fortune:It was you I sought for.
Jac.
And it was you I would avoid.
Cass.
At your approach my heart starts out of itsDark despair, and opens as Roses at the gentleAspect of the Sun: why do you use so ill, a manSo faithful.
Enter Alleria and Julia.
Jac.
Yonder is one will give you a reason for it.
Cass.
Madam, she is handsom, and more kind.
Alle.
What always with that deceitful: now I findA fair occasion for my revenge, Jaccinta: youAppear to me so indispos'd; I have noEncouragement to acquaint you with my News.
Jac.
What is it, Madam?
Alle.
Nay, 'tis unseasonable now (I find) to talk ofMasks and Revels.
Jac.
All manner of Intelligence from you is welcom.
Alle.
Since you will know it then, I'le tell you: myFather hath at length appointed me a husband.
Jac.
Do you not mean the fat old Gentleman myBrother told me of.
Alle.
Out upon him for a Puff-past, no one thatIs youthful, nobly born, and generous: whenYou know who it is, you will approve my choice.
Jac.
Who is it, pray?
Alle.
You need but small instruction, he hathLodg'd at your house: 'tis your Brothers friend.
Jac.
His name.
All.
How willingly she would hear, what she unwillingly
[aside.
Would know—Flaminio. Ha, ha, ha;Now she resents my griefs.
Liv.
Madam, Madam, for shame recal your self,And bear it bravely.
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Cass.
I have much interest in the event.
Jac.
But pray tell me, is not this change welcom to you?
Alle.
The wretched beggar could not resent,What greater joy should he a Kingdom gain?I count his love's the highest thought felicityCan reach; and reap such happiness in his esteem;I want a subject for another wish.
Jac.
But does he recompence your esteem with theReward that is due to it?
Alle.
He loves me more then I can express;He swears he lives only by the blessing of my eyesWhen he is near me he is transported, butOut of sight, in torments: if by chance I meethim, I fear to see him die with joy: and (if hisOaths be true) not only with dislike, but hate,He views all other faces.
Jac.
And you love him you say as much.
Alle.
Love him: I had much rather live with himOn some high Mountain cover'd with snow,And hung with Isicles, then live with anyOther in Palaces, with all varieties imaginable.
Jac.
You hear this, Cassidore?
Cass.
I do, Madam, and rejoyce to see her Fortunes swellTo your desire.
Alle.
I sooner shall forget my name then my engagementsTo your favours: but your inconstancy was of an illExample; it soon taught me the way.
Cass.
Pray Madam, let us mention it no more, butStill repute me as I ever was: Your servant.
Alle.
Sir, I thank you; Madam, at my Wedding, prayGive me the honour of your Company▪
[Exit Jac. and Liv.
with Cas.
Jac.
You ever had commands upon your servant.
Cass.
Permit me, Madam, I beseech you to give youMy Attendance.
You lose nothing in the change, Madam:Flaminio is the handsomer man in my opinion.
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Alle.
Thou art mistaken, Julia; I have held a falseGlass before her eyes: all this I said, I feign'd,Only to punish her infidelity to me.
Jul.
Say you so, Madam; now by my honestyIt was cunningly carried.
Enter Cassidore.
But see, Madam, Cassidore returns, and that'sNo ill sign.
Alle.
What, have you so soon quitted the Idol ofYour soul: O, I see the reason, your looks discoverSome unkindness in her carriage to you.
Cass.
It were a wrong unto the goodness of her Nature,Should I make the least complaint of her ill usage.
Alle.
Come, come, unvizard your deceit: has she notTold me, she despis'd your courtship, and vow'dIt was much dislike she ever saw you.
Cass.
Those discourtesies have found a Grave long since.The minute (Madam) is scarce past, in which sheGave me Promise of her love: and I am goingNow to seek her brother out for his consent:Your servant, Madam.
[Exit.
Alle.
What have I done, how I am punish'd with myOwn craft; my hypocrisie hath only serv'dTo make her desperate, in crediting the truthOf my report she hath given her faith to him.
Jul.
How could you expect it other?
Alle.
I have made a Causway of Ice, my self to walk on.
Jul.
Good Madam.
Alle.
Affliction on affliction hourly finds me.
Jul.
Pray Madam, hear me.
Alle.
Would I had bit my unhappy tongue out,When I invented words so fatal to my hopes.
Jul.
Why here's a woman right, never setled in oneMind; either too mild a calm,Or else too rough a storm.Well may men say, we are a kind of ill mixt-Nature.
Enter Robatzy meeting Alleria and Julia.
Rob.
Daughter, I have been seeking you, Flaminio'sMother is arriv'd; I would have you hasteTo give her welcom.
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Alle.
I shall attend her, Sir.
[Exit Aller
Rob.
Do you hear, Julia?
Jul.
Sir.
Rob.
What storm is that sits in your Mystriss's brow.
Jul.
Nothing, Sir, but perplex'd a little at theFollies of the old lover.
Rob.
Bid her think what wealth she will be Mystriss of.
Iul.
Hang wealth, what does plenty signifie with decease.
Rob.
Why just so much as beauty with poverty.
Jul.
Fie, Sir, would you have her chain'd to a man,Who divides the houres with Cofes: as Cokes doThe night, by instinct of Nature.
Rob.
Youth, like a Hunter, when his prey is takenSeeks for new Game, and leaves the old forsaken;Tell her from me, Young fruits the stomack gripe.
Jul.
And those do surfet that are over-ripe.
Ber.
within. Ho, where are you father-in-law.
Jul.
Heark, Sir, the Hunt's up, you hear the cry: I'leBe gone. If I stay I shall have the Head-achThree days after.
[Exit Julia
Rob.
She is in the right, for he drops out of hisMouth in an houre, whatsoever is pour'd in atHis ears in a day.
Enter Bertran and Pedro.▪
Ber.
O old man, are you there?
Rob.
I Sir, what would you have?
Ber.
What did you hear any thing of the noise last night?
Rob.
No, Sir, I heard nothing.
Ber.
No faith, I believe thee; if the Fire shouldBurn your house down; you would be roasted likeA Woodcock in't, before you would 'scape it.Lord, Lord, what ill ears have these old fellows: butThough you are so damnable drowsie, youHave a daughter watchful enough.
Rob.
Why, what was the matter, Sir?
Ber.
First, tell me, have you a mind to hear me?
Rob.
With all my heart, I am prepar'd.
Ber,
Well, I'le tell you then, but can you hear wellWhen you do not sleep? shall I speak loud?
Rob,
Speak as you please, Sir, I shall hear.
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Ber.
And will you hold your tongue?
Rob.
As long as you please.
Ped.
Have at him then.
Ber.
First then, I must tell you I am noble, andNot of a common Birth; my father was a Gentleman,But I am a better Gentleman then he: myWay is courteous to all the world; I have everyBodies good word; there's not a Footman in Toledo,But had rather keep me Company then his Master:Every one laughs to see me; what, you are asleep already.
Rob.
No, no, no, Sir, I am attentive.
Ber.
I excel all mankind in riding the great Horse,For at a Leap I throw my self into the Saddle,And with that swiftness, that 'tis unperceivable;Then when I dismount I cast my self off muchBetter: which, you know, are remarkable proofs ofAgility: and for Valour, I am so full of itI am ready to burst; I sing too like a Swan,And dance like a Lunatick.
Rob.
Those are Qualities so becoming, I everTook delight in 'em; pray Sir, display your GiftsA little to my vein.
Ber.
No, no, no: I have left 'em off ever since IGrew fat; but here's my man Pedro shallShew you something of my teaching, to yourAdmiration; nay, I am not a man of talk;I have been as famous too at the Bull-sport,I have overthrown six in a day: my armesWere once as good as any mans; and I couldHave hoisted the Horns of a Bull, with as muchEase as I have kill'd a wild Bore; Sirrah, youKnow this to be true.
Ped.
Now must I lie for him to save a beating.
[aside.
I know you, Sir, to be so valiant, you wouldNot flie, though pursu'd by an Army: and soStately, you would not rise from your bed to salute a King.
Ber.
Come, Sirrah, sing me the Song I last made;Nay, since you will be entertain'd, I'le shew youQualities which Sivel never could: come, come,Begin; You know where, I set it in Sole fa.
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Ped.
Sings ridiculously.
THE SONG.
Young I was, and yet not old:Neither am I grown so cold;But I can play, and I can twineAbout a Virgin like a Vine.In her Lap too I can lieMelting, and in Fancie die:And return to life, if sheClaps my cheeks, or kisses me:So that by this you see't appearsOur Loves will still out-last our Years.
Rob.
Why, this is excellent.
Ber.
Nay, 'tis nothing to what I'le shew you:I'le shew you Agility.
[Makes Pedro leap over his.
Now shrink your self into a dwarf, now moveIn that Figure: make me half a dozen ofThose faces that I last painted,
[Pedro dances.
Very well: now dance me an Antick.
Rob.
This has some pleasure in't.
Ber.
Hang him, the Rogue is lazy: I have a dog atHome exceeds him in all but singing▪ I haveA great Judgment in painting too: could I butAnimate the Bodies that I form, my skill wouldOutdo nature, I can with a touch of my PencilShape a most •••••••• full face, paint Thunder and Lightning,So as to make the beholder tremble; Day-break,The rising Sun, the Meridian, Raize and DuskeyEvening, Clouds and Meteors, Man, Beasts, Plants,Herbs, Flowers and Fruit, Fire and Water, HeavenAnd Earth, Peace and War—How now, what do youSleep again: what a damn'd fop have I for a father in law.
Rob.
Silence assist me, what a Monument of vanity is this?
Ped.
Take courage, Sir, your eares are like to have a surfet.
Ber.
Now for good Husbandry, therein I yield to no man.I have a just understanding in all things:I laugh at them that laugh at me; as for myPerson 'tis not to be dislik'd: what say you old man?Is it not a goodly building? is not my footWell turn'd, and my legs well set on? Have
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I not a Majestick deport, and Warlike lookAs much, or more then yours.
Rob.
Patience defend me, here are words enough toMake a mans Memory ake: I thought, Sir,You had some secrets to tell me; all these areNothing but windy praises cast upon your self.
Ber.
Why you Cods-head, were they not secrets tillI told 'em you: Of your impertinence? thisFoolish fellow interrupts me so, I haveForgot where I left off—did not I tell you,You would be talking to me, before I had done—My estate is six thousand fourty two Duckets a year.
Rob.
You told me that yesterday—pray be short, ILove not meat twice drest.
Ber.
Well, well, 'tis no matter, for that your Age weakensYour Memory: but as I was a saying, havingThis estate, I am resolv'd to marry, and leave aRace of Bertran's to the world, all such asShall propagate my Name and Family; You haveA daughter whom I intended for my Spouse; 'tisTrue, she is handsom, and 'tis time you should disposeOf her, for you are old: and death may snatch you hence.
Rob.
Are you in your Wits, Sir?
Ped.
As much as ever he was.
[aside.
Ber.
Interruption, be attentive in theDivel's name, and hear me out: I have
[to Rob.
Heard you long enough already; but your oldVVhimseycal pate is so full of vapours; youKnow not what you say or do.
Rob.
I tell you, Sir—
Ber.
You shall tell me nothing, Sir: Death, can youTell me any thing I do not know already:You will be still reasoning, and know nothing—I tell you that this last night I heard a man inYour Daughters Chamber, and I had taken him there,But that they put stools in my way to preventIt, did you know this?
Rob.
How, Sir?
Ber.
As you are an old man, and suddenly expect yourGrave, is it fit to put me in such fears at Midnight?
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Hear me: I had rather marry a woman without a Nose,Then one that must be watch'd, to keep Her honest.
Rob.
Will you be temperate, Sir, and hear me?
Ber.
Go, go, go: look for a fool elsewhere toHumour you: I'le have none of her, she is notFor my use; pay me but my Expences, I'leFreely part with her; let all Promises be null,Good friends, and so farewel.
Rob.
I have been told you wanted brains, and now youHave prov'd it to me: do you know who I am?
Ber.
Yes: you are an old sottish Buzzard.
Rob.
Why, you Hog, you Swine, you borish Animal.
Ber.
Nay, nay, nay: fume, fret, swear and dam: GiveMe a Release, and take your daughter.
Rob.
No, Sir; I'le make you know you have abus'dMy daughter, wrong'd my honour, injur'd my house,And blemish'd my fame; and I'le have satisfactionFrom the heart.
[draws his sword.
Ber.
Death, what a dam'd cholerick old fellow is this?
[aside
Rob.
Thou valiant, thou Hogshead of oyl and filthiness,Come down if thou durst.
Ber.
Ha, ha, ha, my dear Dad, how I honour thy courage;
[runs to him and embraces him
Should I be angry now, what would becomeOf thee? but I have no power:Come, give me thy hand; nay, nay, nay, GloveAnd all; your Complement is but your own vexation.Spare it; a soft word draws the soul out of me.Well, I do consent to espouse your Daughter:Goe get you in, Set all things in Readiness,My estate I'le Settle upon my children:
Rob.
Well we are friends again then:You'll follow.—
[Exit Rob.
Ber.
I, I,—the Divell fetch him, Now what shall I doe,I have no more mind to marry then to die.
Ped.
This is the rare piece of obedience, Sir, youBoasted of: and swore you would defie the devilTo dishonest her; I am sorry your Judgment ledYou into such errors, for she is a woman, andThose are a kind of locks, that every man▪Has a Key too.
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Ber.
A Pox upon him, what would'st thou have me do?
Enter Sancho▪
San.
Well Sir, what do you resolve to marry or return?
Ber.
No, no, no, I am in again: the MatchIs made to my sorrow: I have done what ICould to break it, but that peevish old fellow,Her father, would not consent to it.
San.
Then, Sir you are miserable.
Ber.
Why how should I help it, I cannot get backMy Contract, that frothy old fool is everyFoot drawing his sword: what if I had kill'd him?
San.
Then he had been a dead man.
Ber.
I had certainly done it, but that there's anAntipathy between me and the blood of a VVoodcock:Besides, my estate would have been confiscate.
Ped.
I have known you threaten death, Sir, for a lessMatter: breaking but your windows.
San.
To prevent danger, Sir, lay your affront uponMy sword.
Ber.
VVhy, canst thou fight?
San.
Fight, look you, Sir, ha: Slap,
[San. draws and offers
to run at
him.
Ber.
'Ssish, thou art a divel at it: this Rogue hasCourage I find: but for all this, would I wereVVell back again in Toledo: these spiritsIn Sivel are damnable furious: if I fight them,I must either leave the VVorld or my Countrey;And I find my self very well in both.
Enter Alvarez and Julia.
Jul.
Look you, Sir, you have no block to remove nowBut him; for as I told you, your Rival, Cassidore,In my hearing confess'd, your Sister had engag'dTo marry him, if he could gain but your consent;And that thing there is easily scar'd out of her;Such a valiant nothing, that he is ready to runAway from himself; like the Satyr thatFled from the noise of a Horn which he himself made.
Alva.
Enough, let me alone.
Ber.
How now, who is that?
San.
I know not, Sir.
Ber.
I do not like his looks, ask him what he would have:
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San.
Sir, my Master desires to know—
Alva.
Your Master's a Curr, and his men are whelps.
[He kicks San. and cuffs Pedro.
Ber.
Ha, what says he?
San.
Sayes he; I know what he says, but you may readeHis meaning here, Sir—he has printed it with his Toes.
Ped.
A Pox of his short hand.
Ber.
What, beat my servants; I thank him for thatI faith; would he had done so much to me.
Alva.
Be gone, you slaves, and leave us to our selves.
Ber.
Stir not, he that is upright need not covet privacie.
Alva.
What walking Dunghil is this, made of theDust swept from the house of Ignorance.You, with your Sarazens face; what, are you the toy thatComes a wooing here; why thou Hee-goat, whereHast thou been hid i'th' world; thou hast not beenThe talk of Children.
Ber.
Pedro, Sancho.
Both.
I, I, Sir, we are here.
Alva▪
Do you hear, Mountain of Mummy,You want a wife, do you; I'le wive you,You shall see; come, Sir, since you wear a sword,You shall use one. Draw, nay, nay. Do itOr I will shake thee into dripping: you mustHave a wife; why you shall have a wife: ComeWin her, and wear her.
Ber.
Why Gentleman, Sir, let me be hang'd if I'le haveAny: she is put upon me by her father, whetherI will or no.
Alva.
Will you resign her then?
Ber.
With all my heart, upon condition—
Alva.
VVhat?
Ber.
You pay my expences hither; nay, 'tis not much,But I would not be laught at in my own Countrey,For losing my labour, and my money too.
Alva.
Provided, you never more renew your claim,I'le do it willingly.
Ber:
Nay, nay, I'le be gone this Afternoon: go, Pedro,Go you to the Inne, and get all things in readiness.
Ped.
I shall, Sir.
[Exit Pedro.
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Alva.
Well, we are agreed then.
San.
But Sir, what will her father say to this bargain?You promis'd him to marry her presently.
Ber.
Let him say what he will, what a pax care I whatHe says; Am I bound to humour him; I'le marry herTo whom I please, she is mine as long as heKeeps my Contract.
Sanc.
Well Sir, do your pleasure.
Alva.
Come, let us in, and see what your Expences come to.
Ber.
So now the Bargain's made, I'le homeward Hop,And deal no more in love, but shut up shop.
[Exeunt.
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