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.

ACT IV. SCENE I.

Enter Signior Robatzy, Flaminio and Addibar.

Fla.

IT were unfit, Sir, my Mother should be attended Only with your Company, and my self here, waiting Her Arrival.

Rob.

Though 'tis your duty, Sir, it is not needful; For 'twas her Command you should expect her At my house.

Fla.

My soul would suffer much disquiet, should I omit a duty so becoming.

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, when Unexpected 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 to The Garden-gate.

Add.

I shall, Sir.

[Exit Add.

Lys.

It is all truth that I have told you, Sir, she Loaths you more then youth hates death; or age Her spightful Neighbour; The Letter that You sent by me she tore into a thousand pieces, And with a look so full of terrour, as if she would Have done as much to you.

Fla.

Hold, Sir, yonder's Alvarez: Pray suffer me To take my leave of him before we go.

Rob.

Not for a world, Sir, pray pardon me: I must not Suffer it.

Fla.

Your restraint is as unjust as cruel. I, should I Violate the respects I owe him: and without cause Reject 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 the Conversation 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 walketh By, bearing a blushing torch; Didst thou Observe, Lysander, with what care and trouble he Avoided me; Doubtless, the remorse of his Ingratitude, makes him conscious of the wrongs He has done me, whilst she triumphs in Her unjust security.

Lys.

Ah, my Lord, the Heavens are too impartial To behold (with pleas'd eyes) the wickedness of our Offences, and therfore prudently inflict upon us punishments Ofttimes proportion'd to the nature of our crimes.

Alva.

I call all nature to defiance, to accuse me Of 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 discover To you what she told me; somebody in Prejudice of your love inform'd her, that in Italy you were contracted to a young and an Innocent Maid, nam'd Semena, of a noble Family: But when she had given her vertue to your Charge, exchang'd hearts, and wrap'd 'em in your Faith: You most dishonourably left her the Ignominy and scandal of her sex; and upon this Conjecture, Sir, she builds her Rigour, that he Who 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 of My innocence.

Lys.

Heavens, what can this Ingrateful say▪

[aside.

Alva.

Alas, I had not seen that Lady that thou Speak'st of, when she was offred me to wife; 'Tis true, by the perswasion of our relations, I did Agree to marry her, to reconcile some Animosities, that had long liv'd in both our Families: so that it was not the Election Of my Will, but the interest of my Peace oblig'd me to it; Judge then how much I am wrong'd, by being Upbraided 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 she Were mean) is mortal.

Alva.

Nothing shall restrain me:

Liv.

Your brother, Madam.

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 War Unto his heart.

Lys.

Did ever man more wilfully prosecute his Own Misfortunes?

Alva.

'Tis a felicity to me, to be within the view of my Tormentor: 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 against A Rock, which may return to hurt you.

Alva.

Let me but hear her speak: give me a Word 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 self Ignorant of what you so well know?

Jac.

O Heavens, he knows he loves me: and thence His 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

The Patient he can cure, the errours of our Friends, 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 always An Act of our intention, but oftentimes we are Surpriz'd in to it by accident, the offences therefore That proceed from our Misfortunes, are not to Be charg'd as the transgressions of our wills, But rather pitied as our frailties, and excus'd.

Alva.

Sister, I approve your intercession, and call It by the name of generous: I have lov'd Him so, he was the Volume of my secrets.

Jac.

How know you then but your suspitions are Unjust, 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 her Father, and when he saw me, he slunk away as Black 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 Mote Troubles your eye, would you for this pluck down The Sun from Heaven.

Jac.

The trouble (brother) that appears in me, riseth From an apprehension of his wrongs to you; Can there be a greater indignity imputable to Man then breach of trust, and that in sacred Friendship; Friendship did I say, friendship Is lost when Rivalship begins; Go, go, and Punish 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 the Patient he can cure, the errours of our friends we Should detect with admonition, not with rage and violence.

Jac.

Dull purblind frailty: as 'tis a glory to be jealous.

Of our honour, so 'tis an errour to wink at what We ought to see.

Alva.

If it be an errour, Sister, it was introduc'd by you.

Jac.

Then 'twas the ignorance of his crime made Me stand up against the guilt, and interpose Between your wrath and him; but now I do no Longer hold you, haste to your revenge: as many Minutes as you defer it, so many wounds you Make upon his breast.

Alva.

Away, rash woman, thou art no more alli'd Unto my nature, then a Vulture's to a Dove.

Jac.

No, no, let him live then, and be the mark Of your disgrace.

Alva.

You are inconsiderate in your passion: would you Have me kill the man that's worthy of my Mercy: perhaps my jealousie has done him Wrong: his love to her may be of an Elder Growth then mine.

Jac.

O injurious Clemency: the life he owes you (Were there no other cause) obliges him to Resign all Claims unto her: but he deserves All wrongs that can so tamely suffer the Privation of his love.

Alv.

My Inquietudes are great, I'le take the Recollection of some minute in the mean time, Make you a Visit to Alleria for further Confirmation, she hath well counterfeited, But yet I see through the deceit: O what a wondrous little part Has 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 have Any passion for him, 'tis revenge.

Liv.

That vengeance is but lame, that walks upon The Crutches of the tongue, though You have thundred out your fury against Him, I know you would not hurt a hair Of him for all the world▪

Jac.

O how should I rejoyce to see an Earthquake

Gape and take him in before me: Not hurt Him; yes, I would be as wild in my revenge As is the Lion in full heat of blood: when by Instinct 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 its Dark despair, and opens as Roses at the gentle Aspect of the Sun: why do you use so ill, a man So 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 find A fair occasion for my revenge, Jaccinta: you Appear to me so indispos'd; I have no Encouragement to acquaint you with my News.

Jac.

What is it, Madam?

Alle.

Nay, 'tis unseasonable now (I find) to talk of Masks and Revels.

Jac.

All manner of Intelligence from you is welcom.

Alle.

Since you will know it then, I'le tell you: my Father hath at length appointed me a husband.

Jac.

Do you not mean the fat old Gentleman my Brother told me of.

Alle.

Out upon him for a Puff-past, no one that Is youthful, nobly born, and generous: when You know who it is, you will approve my choice.

Jac.

Who is it, pray?

Alle.

You need but small instruction, he hath Lodg'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.

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 felicity Can reach; and reap such happiness in his esteem; I want a subject for another wish.

Jac.

But does he recompence your esteem with the Reward that is due to it?

Alle.

He loves me more then I can express; He swears he lives only by the blessing of my eyes When he is near me he is transported, but Out of sight, in torments: if by chance I meet him, I fear to see him die with joy: and (if his Oaths 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 him On some high Mountain cover'd with snow, And hung with Isicles, then live with any Other in Palaces, with all varieties imaginable.

Jac.

You hear this, Cassidore?

Cass.

I do, Madam, and rejoyce to see her Fortunes swell To your desire.

Alle.

I sooner shall forget my name then my engagements To your favours: but your inconstancy was of an ill Example; it soon taught me the way.

Cass.

Pray Madam, let us mention it no more, but Still repute me as I ever was: Your servant.

Alle.

Sir, I thank you; Madam, at my Wedding, pray Give 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 you My Attendance.

Alle.

My Revenge I have, but not my hopes.

Jul.

Why, Madam?

Alle.

Fortune's utmost spight pursues me▪ Cassidore Still flies me.

Jul.

You lose nothing in the change, Madam: Flaminio is the handsomer man in my opinion.

Alle.

Thou art mistaken, Julia; I have held a false Glass 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 honesty It was cunningly carried.

Enter Cassidore.

But see, Madam, Cassidore returns, and that's No ill sign.

Alle.

What, have you so soon quitted the Idol of Your soul: O, I see the reason, your looks discover Some 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 not Told me, she despis'd your courtship, and vow'd It was much dislike she ever saw you.

Cass.

Those discourtesies have found a Grave long since. The minute (Madam) is scarce past, in which she Gave me Promise of her love: and I am going Now to seek her brother out for his consent: Your servant, Madam.

[Exit.

Alle.

What have I done, how I am punish'd with my Own craft; my hypocrisie hath only serv'd To make her desperate, in crediting the truth Of 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 one Mind; 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's Mother is arriv'd; I would have you haste To give her welcom.

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 the Follies 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 do The night, by instinct of Nature.

Rob.

Youth, like a Hunter, when his prey is taken Seeks 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'le Be gone. If I stay I shall have the Head-ach Three days after.

[Exit Julia

Rob.

She is in the right, for he drops out of his Mouth in an houre, whatsoever is pour'd in at His 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 should Burn your house down; you would be roasted like A Woodcock in't, before you would 'scape it. Lord, Lord, what ill ears have these old fellows: but Though you are so damnable drowsie, you Have 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 well When you do not sleep? shall I speak loud?

Rob,

Speak as you please, Sir, I shall hear.

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, and Not of a common Birth; my father was a Gentleman, But I am a better Gentleman then he: my Way is courteous to all the world; I have every Bodies 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 much Better: which, you know, are remarkable proofs of Agility: and for Valour, I am so full of it I am ready to burst; I sing too like a Swan, And dance like a Lunatick.

Rob.

Those are Qualities so becoming, I ever Took delight in 'em; pray Sir, display your Gifts A little to my vein.

Ber.

No, no, no: I have left 'em off ever since I Grew fat; but here's my man Pedro shall Shew you something of my teaching, to your Admiration; 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 armes Were once as good as any mans; and I could Have hoisted the Horns of a Bull, with as much Ease as I have kill'd a wild Bore; Sirrah, you Know 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 would Not flie, though pursu'd by an Army: and so Stately, 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 you Qualities which Sivel never could: come, come, Begin; You know where, I set it in Sole fa.

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 twine About a Virgin like a Vine. In her Lap too I can lie Melting, and in Fancie die: And return to life, if she Claps my cheeks, or kisses me: So that by this you see't appears Our 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 move In that Figure: make me half a dozen of Those 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 at Home exceeds him in all but singing▪ I have A great Judgment in painting too: could I but Animate the Bodies that I form, my skill would Outdo nature, I can with a touch of my Pencil Shape a most •••••••• full face, paint Thunder and Lightning, So as to make the beholder tremble; Day-break, The rising Sun, the Meridian, Raize and Duskey Evening, Clouds and Meteors, Man, Beasts, Plants, Herbs, Flowers and Fruit, Fire and Water, Heaven And Earth, Peace and War—How now, what do you Sleep 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 my Person 'tis not to be dislik'd: what say you old man? Is it not a goodly building? is not my foot Well turn'd, and my legs well set on? Have

I not a Majestick deport, and Warlike look As much, or more then yours.

Rob.

Patience defend me, here are words enough to Make a mans Memory ake: I thought, Sir, You had some secrets to tell me; all these are Nothing but windy praises cast upon your self.

Ber.

Why you Cods-head, were they not secrets till I told 'em you: Of your impertinence? this Foolish fellow interrupts me so, I have Forgot 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, I Love not meat twice drest.

Ber.

Well, well, 'tis no matter, for that your Age weakens Your Memory: but as I was a saying, having This estate, I am resolv'd to marry, and leave a Race of Bertran's to the world, all such as Shall propagate my Name and Family; You have A daughter whom I intended for my Spouse; 'tis True, she is handsom, and 'tis time you should dispose Of 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 the Divel's name, and hear me out: I have

[to Rob.

Heard you long enough already; but your old VVhimseycal pate is so full of vapours; you Know not what you say or do.

Rob.

I tell you, Sir—

Ber.

You shall tell me nothing, Sir: Death, can you Tell 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 in Your Daughters Chamber, and I had taken him there, But that they put stools in my way to prevent It, did you know this?

Rob.

How, Sir?

Ber.

As you are an old man, and suddenly expect your Grave, is it fit to put me in such fears at Midnight?

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 to Humour you: I'le have none of her, she is not For my use; pay me but my Expences, I'le Freely part with her; let all Promises be null, Good friends, and so farewel.

Rob.

I have been told you wanted brains, and now you Have 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: Give Me a Release, and take your daughter.

Rob.

No, Sir; I'le make you know you have abus'd My daughter, wrong'd my honour, injur'd my house, And blemish'd my fame; and I'le have satisfaction From 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 become Of thee? but I have no power: Come, give me thy hand; nay, nay, nay, Glove And 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, you Boasted of: and swore you would defie the devil To dishonest her; I am sorry your Judgment led You into such errors, for she is a woman, and Those are a kind of locks, that every man▪ Has a Key too.

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 Match Is made to my sorrow: I have done what I Could 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 back My Contract, that frothy old fool is every Foot 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 an Antipathy 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 less Matter: breaking but your windows.

San.

To prevent danger, Sir, lay your affront upon My 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 has Courage I find: but for all this, would I were VVell back again in Toledo: these spirits In 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 now But him; for as I told you, your Rival, Cassidore, In my hearing confess'd, your Sister had engag'd To 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 run Away from himself; like the Satyr that Fled 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:

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 reade His 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 that I 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 the Dust swept from the house of Ignorance. You, with your Sarazens face; what, are you the toy that Comes a wooing here; why thou Hee-goat, where Hast thou been hid i'th' world; thou hast not been The 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 it Or I will shake thee into dripping: you must Have a wife; why you shall have a wife: Come Win her, and wear her.

Ber.

Why Gentleman, Sir, let me be hang'd if I'le have Any: she is put upon me by her father, whether I 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.

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 what He says; Am I bound to humour him; I'le marry her To whom I please, she is mine as long as he Keeps 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.