The humorous lieutenant, or, Generous enemies a comedy as it is now acted by His Majesties servants, at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane.

ACT II. SCENE I.

Enter Antigonus, Carynthus, Tymon.

Ant.

WHat have ye found her out?

Char.

We hawe hearkned after her.

Ant.

What's that to my desire?

Char.

Your grace must give us time, and a little means.

Ty.

She is sure a stranger, if she were bred or known here—

Ant.

Your dull endeavours

Enter Menippus.

Should never be employ'd. Welcome Menippus.

Men.

I have found her Sir, I mean the place she is lodg'd in; her name is Celia, And much a do I had to purchase that too.

Ant.

Dost think Demetrius loves her?

Men.

Much I fear it, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 nothing that way yet can win for certaine. I'll tell your grace within this hour.

Ant.

A stranger?

Men.

Without all doubt.

Ant.

But how should he come to her?

Men.

There lies the 〈◊〉〈◊〉 of the matter hid yet.

Ant.

〈◊〉〈◊〉 thou been with thy wife?

〈◊〉〈◊〉.

No Sir, I am going to her.

Ant.

Go and dispatch, and meet me in the Garden, And get all out ye can.

Exit.

Men.

I'll do my best Sir.

Exit.

Tym.

Blest be thy wife, thou wert an arrant Asse else.

Char.

I, she is a stirring woman indeed: there's a brain, brother.

Tym.

There's not a handsome wench of any mettle within an hundred miles, but her intelligence reaches her, and out-reaches her, and brings her as considently to Court, as to a sanctuary: What had his mouldy brains ever arriv'd at, had not she beaten it out oth' Flint to fasten him? They say she keeps an office of Concealements: there is no young wench, let her be a Saint, Unless she live ith' Center, but she finds her, and every way prepares addresses to her: if my wife would have followed her course Charintbus, her lucky course, I had the day before him: O what might I have been by this time, Brother? But she (forsooth) when I put these things to her, these things of honest thrift, groans, O my conscience, the load upon my consci∣ence, when to make us cuckolds, they have no more burthen then a brood∣goose, brother; but let's do what we can, though this wench fail us, ano∣ther of a now way will be lookt at: Come, let's abroad, and beat our brains, time may for all his wisdome, yet give us a day.

Exit.

Seaene. 2.

Drum within, Allarme. Enter Demetrius and Leoentius.

Dem.

I will not see 'em fall thus, give me way, Sir, I shall forget you love me else.

Leo.

Will ye lose all? For me to be forgotten, to be hated, Nay never to have been a Man, is nothing, So you, and those we have preserv'd from slaughter Come safely off.

Dem.

I have lost my self.

Leo.

You are cozn'd.

Dem.

〈◊〉〈◊〉 am most miserable.

Leo.

There's no Man so, but he that makes himself so.

Dem.

I will go.

Leo.

You must not: I shall tell you then, And tell you true, that Man's unsit to govern, That cannot guide himself: You lead an Army? That have not so much Manly suff'rance left ye, To bear a Loss?

Dem.

Charge but once more Leonitus, My Friends and my Companions are engag'd all.

Leo.

Nay give 'em lost, I saw 'em off their Horses, And the Enemy Master of their Armes; nor could then, The policy, nor strenth of Man redeem 'em

Dem.

And shall I know this, and stand fooling?

Leo.

By my dead Father's Soul you stir not, Sir, Or if you do, you make your way through me first.

Dem.

Thou art a Coward.

Leo.

To prevent a Madman. None but your Father's Son, durst call me so, 'Death if he did— Must I be scandal'd by ye, That hedg'd in all the helps I had to save ye? That, where there was a valiant weapon stirring, Both search'd it out, and singl'd it, unedg'd it, For fear it should bite you, Am I a Coward? Go, get ye up, and tell 'em ye are the King's Son; Hang all your Ladies Favours on your Crest, And let them fight their shares; spurre to destruction, You cannot miss the way: be bravely desperate, And your young friends before ye, that lost this battel, Your honourable friends, that knew no order, Cry out, Antigonus, the old Antigonus, The wise and fortunate Antigonus, The great, the valiant, and the fear'd Antigonus, Has sent a desperate son, without discretion To bury in an hour his age of honour.

Dem.

I am ashamed.

Leo.

'Tis ten to one, I dye with ye: The coward will not long be after ye; I scorn to say I saw ye fall, sigh for ye, And tell a whining tale, some ten years after To boys and girles in an old chimney corner, Of what a Prince we had, how bravely spirited; How young and fair he fell: wee'll all go with ye, And ye shall see us all, like sacrifices In our best trim, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 up the mouth of ruine? Will this faith satisfie your folly? Can this show ye 'Tis not to die we fear, but to die poorly, To fall, forgotten, in a Multitude? If you will needs tempt Fortune now she has held ye, Held ye from sinking up.

Dem.

Pray do not kill me, These words pierce deeper then the wounds I suffer, The smarting wounds of loss.

Leo.

Ye are too tender; Fortune has houres of loss, and houres of honour, And the most valiant feel them both: take comfort, The next is ours, I have a Soul descries it: The angry Bull never goes back for breath, But when he meanes to arm his fury double. Let this day set, but not the Memory, And we shall find a time: How now Lieutenant?

Enter Lieutenant.

Lieu.

I know not: I am mall'd: we are bravely beaten, All our young Gallants lost.

Leo.

Thou art hurt.

Lieu.

I am pepper'd, I was i'th' midst of all: and bang'd of all hands: They made an Anvil of my Head, it rings yet; never so thresh'd: Do you call this Fame? I have fam'd it; I have got Immortal fame, but I'll no more on't; I'll no such scratching Saint to serve hereafter; O' my Consci∣ence I was kill'd above Twenty 〈◊〉〈◊〉, and yet I know not what a Devil's in't, I crawl'd away, and liv'd again still; I am hurt plaguily, but now I have nothing neer so much pain Colonel, they have sliced me for that Ma∣lady.

Dem.

All the young Men lost?

Lieu.

I am glad you are here: but they are all i'th' pound Sir, they'l never ride o'r other Mens Corn again, I take it, such frisking, and such flaunting with their Feathers, and such careering with their Mistriss favours; and here must he be pricking out for honour, and there got he a knock, and down goes Pilgarlick, commends his Soul to his She Saint, and Exit. Ano∣ther spurs in there, cries, Make room Villaines, I am a Lord, scarce spoken, but with reverence a Rascal takes him o'r the Face, and fells him, there lies the Lord, the Lord be with him.

Leo.

Now Sir, Do you find this truth?

Dem.

I would not.

Lieu.

Pox upon it, They have such tender Bodies too; such Cullisses, That one good handsome blow breaks 'em in pieces.

Leo.

How stands the Enemy?

Lieu.

Even cool enough too: for to say truth, he has been shrewdly heated, the Gentleman no doubt will fall to his Jewlips.

Leo.

He Marches not i'th'-tail on's.

Lieu.

No, plague take him, he'll kiss our Tailes as soon; he looks upon us, as if he would say, If ye will turn again, Friends, we will belabour you a little better, and beat a little more care into your Coxcombs. Now shall we have damnable Ballads out against us, most wicked Madrigals: and ten to one, Collonel, Sung to such lowsie, lamentable Tunes.

Leo.

Thou art Merry, How e're the Game goes: good Sir be not troubled, A better day will draw this back again. Pray go, and cheer 〈◊◊〉〈◊◊〉, and lead 'em 〈◊〉〈◊〉, They are hot, and 〈◊〉〈◊〉.

〈◊〉〈◊〉.

I'll do any thing.

Leo.

〈◊〉〈◊〉, send one presentlie away To 'th' King, and let him know our state: and 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ye, be sure the messenger advise his Majesty to comfort up the Prince: he's full of sadness.

Lieu.

When shall I get a Surgeon? this hot weather, Unless I be well pepper'd, I shall stink Colonel.

Leo.

Go, I'll prepare thee one.

Lieu.

If ye catch me then, Fighting again, I'll eat hay with a horse.

Exit.

Scaene 3.

Leucippe (reading) and two Maids at a Table writing.

Leu.

Have ye written to Merione?

1. Ma.

Yes, Madam.

Leu.

And let her understand the hopes she has If she come speedily—

1. Ma.

All these are specified.

Leu.

And of the chaine is sent her, And the rich stuffe to make her shew more handsome here?

1. Ma.

All this is done, Madam.

Leu.

What have you dispatcht there?

2. Ma.

A letter to the Countrey maid, and't please ye.

Leu.

A pretty girle, but peevish, plaguy peevish: Have ye bought the embordyered gloves, and that purse for her, And the new Curle?

2. Ma.

They are ready packt up Madam.

Leu.

Her maiden-head will yield me, let me see now, She is not fifteen they say: for her complexion—Cloe, Cloe, Cloe, here, I have her, Cloe, the Daughter of a Countrey gentleman; Her age upon fifteen: now her complexion, a lovely brown; here 'tis; eyes black and rolling, The body neatly built: she strikes a Lute well, sings most inticingly: these helps con∣sider'd, Her maiden-head will amount to some three hundred, or three hundred and fifty crowns; 'twill bear it handsomly. Her father's poor, some little share deducted, to buy him a hunting Nag: I, 'twill be pretty: Who takes care of the Merchants wife.

1. Ma.

I have wrought her.

Len.

You know for whom she is?

1. Ma.

Very well, Madam, though very much ado, I had to make her apprehend that happiness.

Leu.

These kind are subtile: Did she not cry and blubber when ye urg'd her.

1. Ma.

O most extremly, and swore she would rather perish.

Leu.

Good signs, very good signs, symptoms of easie nature. Had she the plate?

1. Ma.

She lookt upon't, and left it, and turn'd again and view'd it.

Leu.

Very well still.

1. Ma.

At length she was content to let it lye there. Till I call'd for't, or so.

Leu.

She will come?

1. Ma.

Do you take me For such a fool, I would part without that promise?

Leu.

The Chambers next the park.

2. Ma.

The Window Madam, you bad me look upon.

Leu.

Hang her, she is musty: She is no Mans meat; besides, she is poor and sluttish: Where lies old 〈◊〉〈◊〉 now, you are so long now—

2 Ma.

Thisbe, Thisbe, This. Agent Thisbe, O I have her, She lies now in Nicopolis.

Leu.

Dispatch a Packet, and tell her, her Superiour here commands her, the next Month not to fail, but see deliver'd here to our use, some Twenty young and handsome, as also able Maids, for the Court service, as she will answer it: we are out of beauty, Utterly out, and rub the time away here, With such blown stuff, I am asham'd to send it.

[Knock within.]

Who's that? look out, to your business maid, there's nothing got by idleness: There is a Lady, Which if I can but buckle with, Altea, A, A, A, A, Altea, young, and married, and a great lover of her husband, well, not to be brought to Court: say ye so? I am sorry, the Court shall be brought to you then: how now, who is't?

1. Maid.

An ancient Woman, with a Maid attending, a pretty Girle, but out of Cloathes; for a little Money, it seems she would put her to your bringing up, Madam,

Enter Woman and Phebe.

Leu.

Let her come in. Would ye ought with us, good Woman? I pray be short, we are full of Business.

Wom.

I have a tender Girle here, and please your Honour.

Leu.

Very well.

Wom.

That hath a great desire to serve your Worship.

Leu.

It may be so; I am full of Maids.

Wom.

She is young, forsooth— And for her Truth; and as they say her bearing.

Leu.

Ye say well: come ye hither, Maid, let me feel your Pulse, 'tis some∣what weak but Nature will grow stronger; let me see your Leg, she treads but low ith' Pasterns.

Wom.

A Cork heel, Madam.

Leu.

We know what will do it, without your aim, good Woman: What do you pitch her at? she's but a slight Toy—cannot hold out long.

Wom.

Even what you think is meet.

Leu.

Give her Ten Crowns, we are full of business, she is a poor Woman, let her take a Cheese home: Enter the Wench in the Office.

Exit Woman and 1 Maid.

2. Maid.

What's your Name, Sister?

Phe.

Phebe, for sooth.

Leu.

A pretty Name; 'twill do well: Go in, and let the other Maid in∣struct ye Phebe;

Exit Phebe.

Let my old Velvet Skirt be made sit for her, I'll put her into action for a Wastcoat, and when I have rigg'd her up once, this small Pinnace shall sail for Gold, and good store too: Who's there?

[Knocks within.]

Lord, shall

we never have any case in this World? still troubled? still molested? What would you have? I cannot furnish ye faster then I am able.

[Enter Menippe.

And ye were my Husband a Thousand times, I cannot do it; at least a do∣zen Poasts are gone this Morning for several parts of the Kingdom: I can do no more but pay 'em, and instruct 'em.

〈◊〉〈◊〉.

Prethee, good sweet heart, I come not to disturb thee, nor discou∣rage thee, I know thou labour'st truly: hark in thine ear.

Leu.

Ha? What do you make so dainty on't? look there, I am an Ass, I can do nothing.

Men.

Celia? I, this is she; a stranger born.

Leu.

What would you give for more now?

Men.

Prithee, my best Leucippe, ther's much hangs on't, lodg'd at the end of Marse's street? that's true too; at the sack of such a Town, by such a Souldier preserv'd a prisoner: and by Prince Demetrius bought from that man again, maintain'd, and favourd: How came you by this knowledge?

Leu.

Poor weak man, I have a thousand eyes, when thou art sleeping, abroad, and full of business.

Men.

You never tri'd her;

Leu.

No, she is beyond my level; so hedg'd in by the Princes insinite love, and favour to her—

Men.

She is a handsome wench.

Leu.

A delicate, and knows it; and out of that proof arms her self.

Men.

Come in then; I have a great design from the King to you, and you must work like wax now.

Leu.

On this Lady;

Men.

On this, and all your wits call home.

Leu.

I have done Toyes in my time of some note; old as I am, I think my brains will work without barme, take up the Books.

Exit.

Scaene. 4.

Enter Antigonus, Tymon, Lords, and a Souldier.

Ant.

No face of sorrow for this loss? 'twill choak him, Nor no man miss a friend, I know his nature So deep imprest with grief, for what he has suffer'd, That the least adding to it, adds to his ruin; His loss is not so insinite, I hope Souldier.

Soul.

Faith neither great, nor out of discretion, the young men out of heat.

Enter Demetrius, 〈◊〉〈◊〉, and Lieutenant.

Ant.

I guess the manner.

〈◊〉〈◊〉 Men.

The Prince and't like your Grace—s.

Ant.

You are welcome home Sir; Come, no more sorrow, I have heard your fortune, And I my self have trid the like: clear up man, I will not have ye take it thus if I doubted. Your fear had lost; and that you had turn'd your back to 'em, Basely besought their mercies—

Leo.

No, no, by this hand Sir,

We fought like honest and tall men.

Ant.

I know't Leontius; or if I thought Neglect of rule, having his counsel with ye, Or too vain-glorious appetite of fame, Your men forgot, and scatter'd—

Leo.

None of these Sir, He shew'd himself a noble gentleman, Every way apt to rule.

Ant.

These being granted; Why should you think you have done an act so hainous, That nought but discontent dwells round about ye? I have lost a Battel.

Leo.

I, and fought it hard too.

Ant.

With as much means as Man—

Leo.

Or Devil could urge it.

Ant.

Twenty to one of our side now.

Leo.

Turn Tables, Beaten like Dogs again, like Owles, you take it To heart for flying but a Mile before 'em, And to say truth, 'twas no flight neither Sir, 'Twas but a walk, a handsome walk, I have tumbl'd with this old Body, beaten like a Stock-fish, And stuck with Arrows, like an arming Quiver, Blouded and bang'd, almost a day before 'em, And glad I have got off then. Here's a Mad Shaver, He sights his share I am sure, when e're he comes to't; Yet I have seen him trip it titely too, And cry, the Devil take the hindmost.

Lieu.

I learn'd it of my betters.

Leo.

Budge at this?

Ant.

Has Fortune but one Face;

Lieu.

In her best Vizard, methinks she looks but Lowzily.

Ant.

Chance, though she faint now, And sink below our expectations, Is there no hope left strong enough to buoy her?

Dem.

'Tis not this day, I sled before the Enemy, And lost my People, left mine honour murder'd, My Mayden honour, never to be ransom'd, (Which to a noble Soul is too too sensible) Afflicts me with this sadness; most of these, Time may turn straight again, experience perfect, And new Swords, cut new ways to nobler Fortunes. O have lost—

Ant.

As you are mine forget it: I do not think it loss.

Demet.

O Sir, forgive me,

I have lost my Friends, those worthy Soules bred with me, I have lost my self, they were the pieces of me; I have lost all Arts, my Schooles are taken from me, Honour and Armes, no emulation left me: I liv'd to see these Men lost, look'd upon it: These Men that twin'd their loves to mine, their 〈◊〉〈◊〉, O shame of shames, I saw, and could not save 'em, This carries Sulphure in't, this burnes and boyles me, And like a fatal Tombe bestrides my Memory.

Antig.

This was hard fortune, but if alive and taken, They shall be ransom'd; let it be at Millions.

Dem.

They are dead, they are dead.

Lieu.

When would he weep for me thus? I may be dead, and Powder'd.

Leo.

Good Prince, grieve not: we are not certain of their Deaths: the Enemy, though he be hot and keen, yet holds good Quarter. What Noise is this?

Great Shout within, Enter Gentlemen.

Lieu.

He does not follow us? Give me a Steeple top.

Leo.

They live, they live, Sir.

Ant.

Hold up your Manly Face; They live, they'r here Son.

Dem.

These are the Men.

1 Gent.

They are, and live to honour ye.

Dem.

How scap't ye, noble Friends? methought I saw ye Even in the jaws of Death.

2 Gent.

Thanks to our folly, That spurr'd us on; we were indeed hedg'd round in't, And ev'n beyond the hand of succour beaten, Unhors'd, disarm'd: and what we lookt for then Sir, Let such poor weary Souls that hear the Bell Toll, And see the Grave a digging, tell.

Dem.

For Heaven sake Delude mine eyes no longer: How came ye off?

1 Gent.

Against all expectation: the brave 〈◊〉〈◊〉, I think this day enamour'd on your Vertue, When, through the Troops, he saw you shoot like Lightning; And at your Manly Courage all took sire, And after that, the Misery we fell too, The never-certain fate of War considering, As we stood all before him, Fortunes ruines, Nothing but Death expecting, a short time He made a stand upon our Youths and Fortunes, Then with an eye of Mercy inform'd his judgment, How yet unripe we were, unblown, unharden'd, Unsitted for such fatal ends; he cry'd out to us,

Go, Gentlemen, commend me to your Master, To the most high, and Powerful Prince 〈◊〉〈◊〉, Tell him, the 〈◊〉〈◊〉 he showed against me This day, the Virgin-valour, and true sire Deserves, even from an Enemy, this Courtesie; Your Lives and Armes freely I'll give 'em: than him, And thus we are return'd, Sir.

Leo.

Faith 'twas well done; 'Twas bravely done; Was't not a noble part, Sir?

Lieu.

Had I been there, up had I gone, I am sure on't; These noble tricks, I never durst trust 'em yet.

Leo.

Let me not live, and wer't not a famed honesty, It takes me such a tickling way: now would I wish Heaven, But ee'n the happiness, ee'n that poor Blessing, For all the sharp 〈◊〉〈◊〉 thou hast sent me, But ee'n i'th' head o'th' Field to take Seleucus. I should do somewhat memorable: 〈◊〉〈◊〉, sad still.

1 Gent,

Do you grieve we are come off?

Dem.

Unransom'd was it?

2 Gent.

It was Sir.

Dem.

And with such a fame to me? Said ye not so?

Leo.

Ye have heard it.

Dem.

O Leonitus, Better I had lost 'em all: my self had perish'd And all my Father's hopes.

Leo.

Mercy upon ye, What ayle ye, Sir? 'Death, do not make sools 〈◊〉〈◊〉, Neither go to Chuech, nor tarry at home, That's a 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Horn-pipe?

Ant.

What's now your Grief, Demetrius?

Dem.

Did he not beat us twice?

Leo.

He beat a Pudding; Beat us but once.

Dem.

'Has beat me twice, and beat me to a Coward, Beat me to nothing.

Lieu.

Is not the Devil in him?

Leo.

I pray it be not worse.

Dem.

Twice conquer'd me.

Leo.

Bear Witness all the World, I am a 〈◊〉〈◊〉 here.

Dem.

With valour 〈◊〉〈◊〉 he strook me, then with honour: That stroak Leontius, that stroak, do'st thou not feel it?

Leo.

Where abouts was it? for I remember nothing yet.

Dem.

All these Gentlemen that were his Prisoners—

Leo.

He set 'em free, Sir, with Armes and Honour.

Dem.

There, there, now thou hast it At mine own Weapon, Courtesie, h'as beaten me, At that I was held a Master in, he has cow'd me, Hotter then all the dint oth' sight he has charg'd me: Am I not now a wretched Fellow? think on't; And when thou hast examin'd all ways honourable, And find'st no door left open to requite this, Conclude I am a Wretch, and was twice beaten.

Ant.

I have observ'd your way, and understand if, And equal love it as 〈◊〉〈◊〉, My noble Childe, thou shalt not fall in Vertue, I and my Power will sink first: you Leontius, Wait for a new Commission, ye shall out again, And instantly: you shall not lodge this night here, Not see a friend, nor take a blessing with ye, Before ye be i'th' field: the enemy is up still, And still in full design: Charge him again, Son, And either bring home that again thou hast lost there, Or leave thy body by him.

Dem.

Ye raise me, And now I dare look up again, Leontius.

Leo.

I, I, Sir, I am thinking who we shall take of 'em, To make all straight; and who we shall give to th' devil. What saist thou now Lieutenant?

Lieu.

I say nothing. Lord what aile I, that I have no mind to sight now? I find my constitution mightily alter'd Since I came home: I hate all noises too, Especially the noise of Drums; I am now as well As any living man; why not as valiant? To fight now, is a kind of vomit to me, It goes against my stomach.

Dem.

Good Sir, presently; You cannot do your Son, so fair a favour.

Ant.

'Tis my intent: I'll see ye march away too; Come, get your men together presently, Leontius, And press where please you, as you march.

Leo.

We go Sir.

Ant.

Wait you on me, I'll bring ye to your command, And then to fortune give you up.

Dem.

Ye love me.

Exit.

Leo.

Go, get the drums, beat round, Lieutenant.

Lieu.

Hark ye Sir, I have a foolish business they call marriage.

Leo.

After the wars are done.

Lieu.

The partie staies Sir,

I have giv'n the Priest his money too: all my friends Sir, My father and my mother.

Leo.

Will you go forward?

Lieu.

She brings a pretty matter with her.

Leo.

Half a dozen Bastards.

Lieu.

Some sorry Sir.

Leo.

A goodly 〈◊〉〈◊〉.

Lieu.

I mean Sir, pounds a year; I'll dispatch the matter, 'Tis but a night 〈◊〉〈◊〉 two; I'll overtake ye Sir.

Leo.

The 2 old legions, yes: where lies the horse-quarter?

Lieu.

And if it be a boy, I'll even make bold Sir.

Leo.

Away with your Whore, A plague o' your Whore, you damn'd rogue, Now ye are cur'd and well; must ye be clicketing?

Lieu.

I have broke my mind to my Ancient, in my absence, He's a sufficient gentleman.

Leo.

Get forward.

Lieu.

Only receive her portion.

Leo.

Get ye forward; Else I'll bang ye forward.

Lieu.

Strang Sir, A Gentleman and an officer cannot have the liberty To do the office of a man.

Leo.

Shame light on thee, How came this Whore into thy head?

Lieu.

This Whore Sir? 'Tis strange, a poor whore.

Leo.

Do not answer me: Troop, Troop away: do not name this whore again, Or think there is a whore.

Lieu.

That's very hard Sir.

Leo.

For if thou dost, look too't, I'll have thee guelded, I'll walk ye out before me: not a word more.

Exit.

Scaene. 5.

Enter Leucippe, and Governess.

Leu.

Ye are the Mistress of the house ye say, Where this young Lady lyes.

Gov.

For want of a better.

Leu.

You may be good enough for such a purpose: When was the Prince with her? answer me directly.

Gov.

Not since he went a warring.

Leu.

Very well then: What 〈◊〉〈◊〉 copulation are you privie too Between these two? be not afraid, we are women, And may talk thus amongst our selves, no harm in't.

Gov.

No sure, there's no harm in't, I conceive that; But truely, that I ever knew the gentlewoman Otherwise given, then a hopeful gentlewoman—

Leu.

You'll grant me the Prince loves her?

Gov.

There I am with ye. And the Gods bless her, promises her mightily.

Leu.

Stay there a while. And gives her gifts?

Gov.

Extreamly; And truely makes a very Saint of her.

Leu.

I should think now, (Good woman let me have your judgement with me, I see 'tis none of the worst: Come sit down by me) That these two cannot love so tenderly—

Gov.

Being 〈◊◊〉〈◊◊〉 as they are too—

Leu.

You say well— But that methinks some further promises—

Gov.

Yes, yes, I have heard the Prince swear he would marry her.

Leu.

Very well still: they do not use to fall out?

Gov.

The tenderest Chickens to one another, They cannot live an hour assunder.

Leu.

I have done then; And be you gone; you know your charge, and do it. You know whose will it is; if you transgress it— That is, if any have access, or see her, Before the Kings will be fulfill'd—

Gov.

Not the Prince, Madam?

Leu.

You'll be hang'd if you do it, that I'll assure ye.

Gov.

But ne're the less, I'll make bold to obey ye.

Leu.

Away, and to your business then.

Gov.

'Tis done, Madam.

exeunt