The guardian, a comedie acted before Prince Charls, His Highness at Trinity-Colledg in Cambridge, upon the twelfth of March, 1641
Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.

Act. 2. Scaen. 9.

Blade, Cutter, Dogrel, Widow, Tabitha. Truman filius, Lucia veil'd.
Tru.

'Tis as we wisht, dear Lady; O this blest hour!

Bla.

Away with 'um immediately, let 'um be sent to prison straight.

Tru

What means this rudeness? I under∣stand not this incivility.

Cutt.

Ungratious children, ye have poy∣soned a most vertuous Souldier here.

Tru.

I poysoned? what d'ye mean?

Bla.

Away with 'um I say, they shall inde another place to answer for't.

Exeunt Servants, with Truman and Lucia.
Wid.

Hei ho! what pitty 'tis.

Cutt.

Captain, prithee away with these two impertinences; since you must dye, let's have a parting cup for shame.

Bla.

But thou art turn'd Apostate.

Cutt.

I did but fain all this; I'm as very a Rogue as ever I was.

Bla.

Thou speakst righteously, we will not make a dry farwel on't. Widow. I have some business with these two; shall I desire privacy a little while?

Wid.

Fare ye well. Mr. Cutter, you can speak comfortably to him: I'll see you a∣gain anon. Oh the wickedness of these worldlings! Come Tabitha.

Exeunt Widow and Tabitha.
Bla.

The Doctor says, I shall dye with∣out pain; therefore my sparks of Asia, let's be merry for a while. Boy, fetch some wine and an hour-glass.

Cutt.

An hour-glass! what emblem shall we have? bring a sithe too; and this same lean, greedy, hungry Poet, shall act Time here.

Enter boy with wine, and an hour glass.

Bla.

Well said my little Pawn. So, thus I'll husband my time. According to my Emperick's computation I am to live an hour; half which I do allot to drink with you, a quarter to settle some business; and the rest to good medittions and repentance. How like ye this my gallants?

Cutt.

Most Logically divided; never Scholer divided mess better.

The boy fils wine.
Bla.

How it sparkles! Never be drunk again? My Homer junior, have at thee; this will string up thy Muse: rejoyce young frog of Hellicn.

Drinks.

Dog.

No, rather let me weep, drop briny tears, Till I like Niobe

Cutt.

There's a piece of her sticks in his throat still, drink it down Dogrel.

Bla.

Do, for when I am once gone, ye must e'en like Mahumetans, count wine a thing forbidden.

Cutt.
Let's drink, let's drink, whilst life we have:
You'll finde but cold drinking, cold drink∣ing in the grave.
Dog.
A catch i'faith.
Boy go down,
And fill's the tother quart;
That we may drink the Captains health,
Before that we do part.
Cutt.

Why dost thou frown, thou arrant Clown &c.

Bla.
Ha hei boy's! another catch i'faith.
And all our men wee very very merry.
And all our men were drinking,
Cutt.

One man o' mine,

Dog.

Two men o' mine,

Bla.

Three men o' mine,

Cutt.

And a man o' mine,

Om.
As we went by the way, were
Drunk Drunk, Damnable Drunk;
And all our men were very very merry &c.
Bla.

Hei brave boys! now, Cutter, thou Page  [unnumbered] art a pretious Puritan.

Cutt.

And thou a puissant Captain. Some wou'd ha' pin'd, and kept a quarter, and howl'd at their death, and ha' been more froward and troublesome then a Citizens wife when she takes Physick. This is true valour.

Dog.

Sure he has dy'd before, he's so ex∣pert at it.