Poems, viz. 1. A panegyrick to the king. 2. Songs and sonnets. 3. The blind lady, a comedy. 4. The fourth book of Virgil, 5. Statius his Achilleis, with annotations. 6. A panegyrick to Generall Monck. / By the Honorable Sr Robert Howard.

SCEN. 1.

Enter Caeca, as to dressing, a Table set out, and glasse, Quinever attending, Pysander following.

Caeca.

IS my Captain here?

Quin.

Now enter'd, and like your Ladiship.

Caeca.

Very well, leave us then: Come neer good Captain.

Exit. Quin.

Pys.

Mercy defend me. A dressing, or setting up a Barber's shop, Here the teeth lye, what's this an old head?

A lecture for the best Anatomist; like a rusty Clock, Taken a pieces to cleanse all the devices, Set them together some engineer for me.

Caeca.

Pray sit neer me, Captain,

Pys.

I do.

Caeca.

O Captain, what a hideous noise Was there ene now of bouncing, pray what i'st?

Pys.

Only some wandring Raskalls at the gate, They'l have their errand suddenly.

Caeca.

I would they were gone, truly at the first noise, I brake one of my pots of Mit••ridate, VVith Dragon-water, good for the head and sto∣mack.

Pys.

Was there ever such an old Almanack,

[aside

At the end of the year Medicines set down?

Caec.

Besides the great disturbance from your com∣pany.

Pys.

Nay, you see when I have freedom I use into my own advantage, Visit you before you'r ready—

Caec.

I shall be ready presently, the time will come You shall be welcome to me quite undrest.

Pys.

The Devill of thy young bones

[aside.

Lockt in thy old Cabinet.

Caec.

I shall unparrell then faster than now I dress me; You'l help to pull out pins I'le warrant you.

Pys.

Rather drive in wedges—

[aside.

Why you know we men must court, You would be bashfull else, and it were pitty To loose that time which should be better spent.

Caec.

You say true indeed.

Pys.

Come Madam, pray dresse your self

I'le serve you instead of a better chambermaid S'death would she were once furnish'd

[aside.

One may dresse and undresse Long-lane as soon. VVhat want you now, Madam?

Caec.

My night-rale, good Captain.

Pys.

I shall give her a sheet instead on't, It lies about her like a casting net 'Slid I have given her never a wascoat, And now will she call for her farthingale, I must make haste but cannot go without her; For her wise tenant's now before they fight VVill see their Land-Lady

Caec.

My farthingale, good Captain.

Pys.

I thought so, now is she like an old Camel VVith that hideous mount on her unfurnisht body. Mercy how have I set her out! she may make Good harmony; for shee's composed of different notes She would yield a man more money to shew Than an outlandish beast; my sweet Quinever I have employ'd to stave off formall Peter From making tenants seem as wise as he. VVhat want you now, Madam?

Caec.

My Perriwig, good Captain.

Pys.

VVhich way to set this on now, is the que∣stion: 'Tis no matter I can't mistake now More than I have done.

Caec.

I thank you Captain, I hope you and I Shall live happily and comfortably together. I was told, my seventh husband Should be a wondrous honest and an able man.

Pys.

That, experience will let you know: I shall tell you A merry tale towards bed time that will cure The cough of th'lungs.

Caec.

And make one dream huge pleasantly And that's a sign of youth I can assure you.

Pys.

That and your toothlesse Chap's are main ones. If surious Medea had thrown thee

[Aside.

Into her age-renuing Kettle, thoud'st have lept out With a medley of years upon thee. Hark, a noise! by heaven it increases still, hark

[Noise

Caec.

O Captain, a noise!

Pys.

Nay there's two now in the Devill's name: It still encreases, come Madam you must down.

Hyp.

'Sdeath, Pysander, they'r falling on

Enter Hyp∣pasus.

The men stand all at gaze And swear they'le see their Land-Lady, We are all lost without some help.

Pys.

Madam, you must needs walk And encourage your tenants, to send these fools away 'Twill defer our Marriage.

Caec.

Pray lead and I will follow.

Pys.

Come Hyppasus, how fares the noble Miro∣nault?

Hyp.

As a brave Ship hemm'd by a raging storm Resolves to throw the ballance ore, Lose all and perish carelessly: But come, we trifle time.

Pys.

Along then, and for your blind Ladyship If you had no tongue You should make signs to your tenants.

[Exeunt.