The widdow a comedie, as it was acted at the private house in Black-Fryers, with great applause, by His late Majesties servants / written by Ben. Johnson, John Fletcher, Tho. Middleton, Gent. ...
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The widdow a comedie, as it was acted at the private house in Black-Fryers, with great applause, by His late Majesties servants / written by Ben. Johnson, John Fletcher, Tho. Middleton, Gent. ...
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Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627.
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1652.
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Actus 3. Scaena 1.
Enter OCCULTO, SILVIO, and two or three
other Thieves.
Occulto.
COme, come, let's watch th'event on yonder hill,If he need help, we can releive him sudainly.
Sil.
I, and with safetie too, the hill being watcht Sir.
Occ.
Have you the Blew cotes and the Beards?
Sil.
They'r here Sir.
Occ.
Come, come away then, a fine Cock shoot evening.
Exit.
Enter Latrocinio the chief Thief, and Ansoldo.
La. sings.
Kuck before, and Kuck behind, &c.
Ans.
Troth y'ar the merriest, and delightfulst company Sir,That ever Traveller was blest withall,I praise my fortune that I overtook you Sir.
La.
Pish, I've a hundred of 'em.
Ans.
And beleeve me Sir,I'm infinitely taken with such things.
La.
I see ther's musick in you, you kept time me thoughtPrety and handsomly with your little hand there.
Ans.
It only shews desire, but troth, no skill Sir.
La.
Well, while our horses walk down yonder hill Sir,Ile have an other for you.
Ans.
It rids way pleasantly.
La.
Le' me see now: one confounds an other sir,Y'have heard this certainly: Come my daintie Doxes.
Ans.
Oh, that's all the Country over sir,Ther's scarce a Gentlewoman, but has that prickt.
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La.
Well, here comes one I'm sure you never heard then.
Song.
I keep my Horse, I keep my Whore,I take no Rents, yet am not poor;I traverse all the Land about,And yet was born to never a foot:With Partridge plump, with Woodcock fineI doe at midnight often dine;And if my Whore be not in case,My Hostesse daughter h'as her place;The Maids sit up, and watch their turns,If I stay long the Tapster mourns;The Cook-maid has no mind to sin,Though tempted by the Chamber lin;But when I knock, oh how they bustle,The Ostler yawns, the Geldings justle.If Maid but sleep, oh how they curse hir!And all this comes of, Deliver your purse sir.
Ans.
How Sir?
La.
Few words: quickly come, deliver your purse sir.
Ans.
Y'ar not that kind of Gentleman, I hope sir,To sing me out of my money?
La.
'Tis most sitArt should be rewarded: you must pay your Musick sirWhere ere you come.
Ans.
But not at your own carving.
La.
Nor am I cōmon in't: Come, come your purse sir.
Ans.
Say it should prove the undoing of a Gentleman?
La.
Why sir, doe you looke for more conscience in us, thanIn Usurers? young gentleman, y'have small reason for that y'faith.
Ans.
There 'tis, and all I have; and so truth comfort me,All I know where to have.
La.
Sir, that's not writtenIn my belief yet; search, 'tis a fine evening,Your horse can take no harm: I must have more sir.
Ans.
May my hopes perish, if you have not all sir,And more I know than your compassionate charitieWould keep from me, if you but felt my wants.
Ans.
Search, and that speedily: if I take you in hand,
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You'l find me rough, me thinks men should be rul'd,When they'r so kindly spoke too, fy upon't.
Ans.
Good fortune, and my wit assist me then,A thing I took in haste, and never thought on't:Look sir, I've search'd, here's all that I can find,And you'r so covetous, you will have all you say,And I'm content you shall, being kindly spoke too.
La.
A pox o' that young devill of a handfull long.That 'as fraid many a tall thief from a rich purchase.
Ans.
This, and my money sir, keeps company;Where one goes, th'other must; assure your soulThey vow'd never to part.
La.
Hold, I beseech you sir.
Ans.
You rob a prisoners box, and you rob me, sir.
La.
There 'tis agen.
Ans.
I knew 't would never prosper with you;Fy, rob a younger Brother, oh take heed sir,'Tis against nature that, perhaps your FatherWas one sir, or your Uncle, it should seem soBy the small means was left you, and lesse manners.Goe, keep you still before me, and do you hear me;To passe away the time to the next Town,I charge you sir, sing all your Songs for nothing—
Lat.
Oh horrible punishment.—A Song:
[Enter Stratio.]
Stra.
Honest Gentleman.
Ans.
How now, what art thou?
Stra.
Stand you in need of help?I made all haste I could, my Master charg'd me.A Knight of worship; he saw you first assaulted.From top of yonder hill.
Ans.
Thanks honest friend.
La.
I taste this trick already.—
Exit.
Stra.
Look, hee's gone sir,Shall he be stop'd; what is he?
Ans.
Let him goe sir;He can rejoyce in nothing, that's the comfort.
Stra.
You have your purse still then?
Ans.
I, thanks fair fortune,And this grym handfull.
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Stra.
We were all so fraid o'you,How my good Lady cri'd Ohelp the gentleman,'Tis a good woman that: but you'r too mild sir,You should ha' markt him for a villain 'faithBefore h'ad gone, having so sound a means too.
Ans.
Why there's the jest man; he had once my purse.
Stra.
Oh▪ villain, would you let him scape unmasacred?
Ans.
Nay, hear me sir, I made him yield it streight agen,And so hope blesse me, with an uncharg'd Pistoll.
Stra.
'Troth I should laugh at that.
Ans.
It was discharg'd Sir,Before I medled with't.
Stra.
I'me glad to hear't.
Ans.
Why how now, What's your will?
Stra.
Hoh, Latrocinio, Occulto, Silvio.—
[Enter Latrocinio and
the rest, Occulto, Sil∣vio,
Fiducio.]
La.
What are you caught sir?
Stra.
The Pistoll cannot speak.
La.
He was too young,I ever thought he could not; yet I fear'd him.
Ans.
Y'have found out waies too merciless to betrayUnder the veil of friendship, and of charitie.
La.
Away sirs, bear him in to th' next Cops, and strip him.
Stra.
Brandino's Copps, the Justice?
La.
Best of all sit, a man of law?A Spider lies unsuspected in the corner of a buckeram bag, man.
Ans.
What seek you sirs? take all and use no crueltie,
La.
You shall have Songs enough.
Song.
How round the world goes, and every thing that's in it,The Tydes of gold and silver, ebb and flow in a minute:From the Usurer to his Sons, there a current swiftly runs,From the Sons to Queans in chief, from the gallant to the Thief,From the Thief unto his Host, from the Host to Husband-men;From the Country to the Court, and so it comes to us agen.How round the world goes, and every thing that's in it,The Tides of gold and silver, ebb and flow in a minute.
Exeunt.
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Enter PHILIPP A and VIOLETTA above
at the Window.
Phil.
What time of night is't?
Viol.
Time of night doe you call't?Its so late, 'tis almost early Mistriss.
Phil.
Fy on him, ther's no looking for him then;Why sure this Gentleman apprehends me not.
Viol.
'Tis happy then y'arrid of such a fool Mistriss.
Phil.
Nay sure Wench, if he find me not out in thisWhich were a beaten path to any wiseman,Ile never trust him with my reputation;Therefore I made this tryall of his wit,If he cannot conceive what's good for himself,He will worse understand what's good for me.
Viol.
But suppose Mrs. as it may be likely,He never saw your letter?
Phil.
How thou plyest me,With suppositions? why I tell thee wench,Tis equally as impossible for my husbandTo keep it from him, as to be young agen,Or as his first wife knew him, which he brags onFor bearing children by him.
Viol.
Ther's no remedy then,I must conclude Francisco is an Ass.
Phil.
I would my letter, wench, were here agen,I'ld know him wiser ere I sent him one;And travail some five year first.
Viol.
So h'ad need methinks,To understand the words, methinks the wordsThemselves should make him do't, had he but the perseveranceOf a Cock sparrow, that will come at philip,And can nor write, nor read poor fool, this CoxcombHe can doe both, and your names but Philippa,And yet to see, if he can come when's calld,
Phil.
He never shall be calld agen for me sirha.Well, as hard as the world goes, wee'l have a Song we nch,Wee'l not sit up for nothing.
Viol.
That's poor comfort though.
Phil.
Better then any's brought, for ought I see yet? So set to
your Lute.
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Song.
1 If in this question I propound to theeBe any, any choice,Let me have thy voice.2 You shall most free.I Which hadst thou rather beIf thou might choose thy life,A Fools, a fools Mistriss,Or an old mans wife?2 The choice is hard, I know not which is best,One ill y'ar bound too, and I think that's least.1 But being not bound, my dearest sweet,I could shake off the other.2 Then as you lose your sport by one,You lose your name by t'other.1 You counsell well, but love refuses,What good counsell often chooses.
[Enter Ansaldo
in his Shirt.]
Ans.
I ha' got my self unbound yet: merciless villains,I never felt such hardness since life dwelt in me;'Tis for my sins: That light in yonder WindowThat was my only comfort in the woods,Which oft the trembling of a leaf would lose me,Has brought me thus far, yet I cannot hopeFor succour in this plight, the world's so pittiless,And every one will fear or doubt me now:To knock will be to bold, ile to the gate,And listen if I can hear any stirring.
[Enter Francisco.
Fra.
Was ever man so cross'd? no 'tis but sweat sure,Or the dew dropping from the leaves above me,I thought'thad bled agen: these wenching businessesAre strange unlucky things, and fatall fooleries,No mar'l so many gallants die ere thirtie,'Tis able to vex out a mans heart in five year,The crosses that belong to't: first arrested,That set me back two mangey hours at least,Yet that's a thing my heat could have forgiv'n,
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Because arresting, in what kind soever,Is a most Gentleman-like affliction:But here, within a mile o'th' town forsooth,And two mile off this place, when a mans oathMight ha'been taken for his own securitie,And his thoughts brisk, and set upon the business,To light upon a roguy flight of Thieves,Pox on'em, here's the length of one of their whistles,But one of my dear Rascals, I pursued so,The Gaol has him, and he shall bring ou'ts fellows:Had ever young mans love such crooked fortune?I'm glad I'm so neer yet; the Surgeon bad me tooHave a great care; I shall never think of that now.
Ans.
One of the Theeves come back agen? Ile stand close;He dares not wrong me now, so neer the house,And call in vain 'tis, till I see him offer't.
Fra.
'Life, what should that be? a prodigious thingStands just as I should enter, in that shape too,Which alwaies appears terrible.What ere it be, it is made strong against meBy my ill purpose. For'tis mans own sinThat puts on armor upon all his evils,And gives them strength to strike him: were it lessThen what it is, my guilt would make it serve;A wicked mans own shadow has distracted him:Were this a business now to save an honour,As 'tis to spoil one, I would pass this thenStuck all hels horrors i'thee: now I dare not.Why may't not be the spirit of my FatherThat lov'd this man so well, whom I make hasteNow to abuse? And I have been cross'd about itMost fearfully hitherto, if I well think on't;Scap'd death but lately too, nay most miraculously;And what do's fond man venture all these ills for,That may so sweetly rest in honest peace?For that which being obtaind, is as he wasTo his own sence but remov'd neerer stillTo death eternall: what delight has manNow at this present, for his pleasant sinOf yesterdaies committing? 'las, 'tis vanish'd,
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And nothing but the sting remains within him.The kind man baild me too; I will not do't nowAnd 'twere but only that: how blest were man,Might he but have his end appear still to him,That he might read his actions i'th' event?'T would make him write true, though he never meant.Whose Check so ere thou art, Fathers, or Friends,Or Enemies, I thank thee, peace require thee;Light, and the lighter Mistris both farewell.He keeps his promise best that breaks with hell.
..Exit.
Ans.
He's gone to call the rest, and makes all speed,Ile knock what ere befalls, to please my fears,For no compassion can be lesse than theirs.
Phil.
He's come, he's come; oh are you come at last sir?Make little noise, away, he'll knock agen els.
Ans.
I should have bin at I stria by day-break too,Neer to Valerias house the wealthy Widowes,There waites one purposely to doe me good.What will become of me?
[Enter Vi∣oletta.]
Viol.
Oh, y'ar a sweet Gallant, this your hour?Give me your hand; come, come sir, follow me,Ile bring you to light presently: softly, softly sir. Exeunt.
[Ent. Phi∣lippa
be∣low.]
Phil.
I should ha' given him up to all my thoughtsThe dullest young man, if he had not found it;So short of apprehension, and so worthless,He were not fit for womans fellowship;I've been at cost too for a Banket for him;Why't would ha' kill'd my heart, and moste speciallyTo think that man should ha'no more conceit;I should ha' thought the worse on's wit for ever,And blam'd mine own for too much forwardness.
[Enter Vio∣letta.]
Viol.
Oh Mistris, Mistris.
Phil.
How now, what's the news?
Viol.
Oh, I was out of my wits for a minute and a half.
Phil.
Hah?
Viol.
They are scarce setled yet Mistris.
Phil.
What's the matter?
Viol.
Doe you ask that seriously?Did you not hear me squeak?
Phil.
How? sure thou'rt out of thy wits indeed.
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Viol.
Oh, I'm well now,To what I was Mistris.
Phil.
Why where's the gentleman?
Viol.
The gentleman's forth-comming, and a lovely one,But not Francisco.
Phil.
What sai'st, not Francisco?
Viol.
Pish, hee's a coxcomb, think not on him Mistris.
Phil.
What's all this?
Viol.
I'ave often heard you say, ye'ad rather haveA wise man in his shirt than a Fool featherd,And now fortune has sent you one, a sweet young gentleman,Rob'd ev'n to nothing but what first he brought with him,The slaves had stript him to th' very shirt Mistris,I think it was a shirt, I know not well,For Gallants wear both now adayes.
Phil.
This is strange.
Viol.
But for a face, a hand, and as much skinAs I durst look upon, hee's a most sweet one;Francisco is a child of Egypt to him:I could not but in pitty to th' poor gentleman,Fetch him down one of my old Masters Suits.
Phil.
'Twas charitably done,
Viol.
You'ld say Mistris, if you had seen him as I did.Sweet youth, Ile be sworn Mistris hee's the loveliestProper'st young gentleman, and so you'l say your self,If my Masters clothes do not spoil him, that's all the fear now,I would't had been your luck to have seen himWithout'em, but for scarring on you.
Phil.
Go, pre'thee fetch him in whom thou cōmend'st so,
Exit
Viol.
Since fortune sends him surely wee'll make much on him;And better he deserves our love, and welcome,Than the respectless fellow 'twas prepar'd for;Yet if he please mine ese never so happily,I will have tryall of his wit, and faith,Before I make him partner with my honour,'Twas just Francisco's case, and he deceiv'd me;Ile take more heed o'th' next sor't; perhaps nowTo furnish his distress, he will appearFull of fair promising Courtship; but Ile prove him thenFor a next meeting, when he needs me not,
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And see what he performs then when the stormOf his so rude misfortunes is blown over,And he himself agen: A distrest mans flatteriesAre like vowes made in drink, or bonds in prison,There's poor assurance in 'em: when hee's from me,And in's own powr, then I shall see his love.
[Enter ANSALDO and VIOLETTA.]
'Masse here he comes.
Ans.
Never was star-cross'd gentlemanMore happy in a curteous virgins love,Than I in yours.
Viol.
I'm sorry they'r no better for you,I wish'd 'em hansomer, and more in fashion,But truly Sir, our house affords it not:There is a Suit of our Clerks, hangs i'th' garret,But that's far worse than this, if I may judgeWith modestie of mens matters.
Ans.
I deserve notThis, dear, and kind gentlewoman, is yond' your Mistris?
Phil.
Why trust me, here's my Husband young agen,It is no sin to welcome you, Sweet gentleman.
Ans.
I am so much indebted, curteous Lady,To the unmatched charitie of your house,My thanks are such poor things they would but shame me.
Phil.
Beshrew thy heart for bringing o'him: I fear meI have found wit enough already in him,If I could truly but resolve my selfMy husband was thus handsome at nineteen,'Troth I should think the better of him at fourscore now.
Viol.
Nay Mistris, what would he be, were he in fashion,A hempen curse on those that put him out on't,That now appears so handsome, and so comely in clothesAble to make a man an unbeleever,And good for nothing but for shift, or soIf a man chance to fall i'th' ditch with better?This is the best, that ever I mark'd in 'em,A man may make him ready in such clothesWithout a candle.
Phil.
I for shame of himself Wench.
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Viol.
My Master do's it oft in winter mornings,And never sees himself till he be ready.
Phil.
No, nor then neither, as he should do Wench.I am sorry gentle Sir, we cannot shew youA curtesie, in all points answerableTo your undoubted worth: your name I crave sir.
Ans.
Ansaldo, Lady.
Phil.
'Tis a noble name Sir.
Ans.
The most unfortunate now.
Viol.
So doe I think trulyAs long as that Suites on.
Phil.
The most unfitting,And unprovidest sir of all our curtesies,I doe presume is that y'have past already,Your pardon but for that, and wee'r encourag'd.
Ans.
My faithfull service, Lady.
Phil.
Please you SirTo taste the next a poor slight Bancket, for sure I think you were▪Unluckily prevented of your supper sir.
Ans.
My fortune makes me more than amends Lady,In your sweet kindnesse, which so nobly shown to me,It makes me bold to speak my occasions to you:I am this morning, that with cleerness nowSo chearfully hastens me, to meet a FriendUpon my states establishing, and the placeTen mile from hence: oh, I am forc'd unwillinglyTo crave your leave for't, which done I returnIn service plentifull.
Phil.
Is't so important?
Ans.
If I should fail, as much as my undoing.
Phil.
I think too well of you, to undo you sir,Upon this small acquaintance.
Ans.
My great happiness.
Phil.
But when should I be sure of you here agen sir?
Ans.
As fast as speed can possibly return me.
Phil.
You will not fail?
Ans.
May never wish goe well with me then.
Phil.
There's to bear charges sir.
Ans.
Curtesie dwells in you.I brought my horse up with me from the woods,
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That's all the good they left me, 'gainst their wils too,May your kind breast never want comfort Lady,But still supply'd, as liberally as you give.
Phil.
Farewell sir, and be faithfull.
Ans.
Time shall prove me.
Exit Ans.
Phil.
In my opinion now, this young mans likeliestTo keep his word, he's modest, wise, and curteous;He has the language of an honest soul in him:A womans reputation may lye safe there,I'm much deceiv'd else, h'as a faithfull eyeIf it be well observ'd.
Viol.
Good speed be with thee sir;He puts him to't y'faith.
Phil.
Violetta.
Viol.
Mistriss.
Phil.
Alas, what have we done wench?
Viol.
What's the matter Mistriss?
Phil.
Run, run, call him agen; he must stay tell him;Though it be upon's undoing, wee'r undone else,Your Masters cloaths, their known the Country over.
Viol.
Now by this light that's true, and well remembred,But ther's no calling of him, he's out of sight now.
Phil.
Oh what will people think?
Viol.
What can they think Mistriss?The Gentleman has the worst on't: were I he nowI'ld make this ten mile, forty mile aboutBefore Il'd ride through any market town with 'em.
Phil.
Will he be carefull think'st?
Viol.
My life for yours Mistriss.
Phil.
I shall long mightily to see him agen.
Viol.
And so shall I, I shall nev'r laugh till then.
Exeunt.
Finis Actus Tertii.
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