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THE EXAMPLE. As IT VVAS PRESEN∣ted by her Majesties Servants At the private House in Drury-Lane.

Written by IAMES SHIRLY.

LONDON. Printed by IOHN NORTON, for ANDREW CROOKE, and WILLIAM COOKE. 1637.

 Prologue. TWill be a great Assize, how things will hit For us appearing at this barre of wit. Is most uncertaine, we have nam'd our Play The Example, and for ought we know it may Be made one, for at no time did the lawes However understood, more fright the cause Of unbefriended posy, since the praise Of wit, and judgement is not now adayes Owing to them that write, but hee that can Talke loud, and high, is held the witty man, And censures finely, rules the Box, and strikes With his court nod consent to what hee likes; But this must bee, nor ist our parts to grudge Any that by their place should bee a judge; Nay, hee that in the Parish never was Thought fit to bee o'th jury, has a place Here, on the Bench for six pence, and dares sit, And boast himselfe commissioner of wit, Which though he want he can condemne with othes, As much as they that we are the purple clothes, Robes I should say, or whom i'th Roman state Some ill-look'd stage-keepers, like Lictors waite With Pipes for fasces, while another beares Three-footed stooles in stead of Juory chaires, This is a destiny, to which wee bow, For all are innocent but the Poets now, Who suffer for their guilt of truth, and arts, And we for only speaking of their parts. But be it so, be judges all, and bee With our consent, but thus farre take me w'ee If any meete here, as some men i'th age Who understand no sense, but from one stage, And over partiall will entaile like land Vpon heires male all action, and command Of voice and gesture, upon whom they love, These, though cal'd Judges, may delinquent's prove. But few such wee hope here, to'th rest wee say Heare patiently ere you condemne the Play. Tis not the authors Confidence, to dare Your judgements, but your calme eares to prepare, That if for mercy you can finde no roome, Hee prayes that mildly, you pronounce his doome. THE EXAMPLE Actus. 1. Enter Sir Solitary Ploit. SOl. Dormant, why Dormant, thou eternall sleeper! Who would be troubled with these lethargies about him? Dormant, are you come Dreamer. Enter Dormant. Dor.

Would I were so happie, ther's lesse noyse in a Steeple upon a Coronation, ohsleepe, sleepe, though it were a dead one, would be comfortable; your worship might please to let my fellow Oldrat watch, as well as I.

 Sol.

Oldrat? that fellow is a drone.

 Dor.

Hee has slept this halfe hower, on the Iron Chest, would I were in my grave to take an nappe, Death would doe me a courtesie, I should be at rest, and heare no noyse of Dormant.

 Sol.

Ha? Whats the matter?

 Dor.

Nothing but a yawne sir, I doe all that I can to keepe my selfe waking.

 Sol. Tis done consideratelie, this heavie dulnesse, Is the disease of soules, sleepe in the night,? Dor. Shall I wake my fellow Oldrat, he is refresht Sol. Doe, but returne you with him, I have businesse with both. Dor.

To heare us joyne in our opinion, of what's a clocke, they talke of Endimion, now could I sleepe three lives.

Exit. Sol. When other men measure the howers with sleepe, Careles of what they are, and whom they trust, Exposing their condition to danger Of plotts, I wake, and wiselie thinke prevention, Night was not made to snore in, but so calme For our imaginations, to be stirring About the world, this subtle world, this world Of plotts, and close conspiracie, there is No faith in man, nor woman, wher's this Dormant? Enter Dormant, and Oldrat. Dor. Here is the sleepie vermine. Sol. Oh come hither; surra, wher's your Ladie? Ol. Out all this night at play sir, Sol. All night, ther's some plot, but I am safe At home, your gaming Ladies are strange Whirligigs, But while she plaies, and revells with the gallants, Here I am cabled up, above their shott, And see in my imagination all there plotts, Nay, we are the quietest couple, never meet, No▪ not a bed, there may be plotts in that, This part o'th house is mine, and here I walke And see the soule, the verie soule o'th world. Old. It has bin Daie this two howers. Sol. Then tis time for me to goe to bed. Dor. Would my hower were come once. Sol. Keepe out daie light, and set up a fresh taper, Dor. By that time we have din'd, he'le have slept his first sleepe. Old. And after supper call for his breake-fast. Sol. Yo're sure 'tis morning? Dor. As sure as I am sleepie— Sol. And that your Ladies not come in? Old. As sure as I have the Key. Sol. Is my Neece readie? Dor. Two howers agoe sir. Sol. So earlié? there may bee a plott in that, say Her uncle would speake with her, I use every morning, Before I goe to bed, to give her counsell, In her husbands absence, shee is young, and hansome, And there be plottsith world. Dormant, come hither. What Gentlemen doe frequentlie come hither? Who does visit her most? Dor. My Ladie sir? Sol. My Neece Iaintha sirra, for my wife I will let her alone of purpose yet, To minde her game, shuffle, and cut, and dice, And daunce the brawles, they cannot cosen me. Say my intelligence, who does visit most My Kins-woman? Dor. The gay Lords often with her. Sol. Who? Do. He that comes everie morning like S. George. Sol. Ha! Dor. I do not saie to mount her, the Lord— Sol. Fitzaverice. Dor.

The same, sir hee's the most bountifull Gentleman and makes us all soe praie for him.

 Sol. More plotts, he has a vast estate, and though Fame speake him noble, I suspect he loves her. He has my Nephews Land is morgage too. A mere device, I adome it, come hither, Let not the arras heare us, saie what pranke Of mischeife, has he done, he should be bountifull To thee? on what suspition canst deserve it? Come be ingenious, and confesse. Dor. Who I be ingenious? alas you are deceived. Sol. Be free, this grome conspires. Dor. Doe I looke like one that would be ingenjous? Knocking at the Gate. Sol. What noyse is tha? more plotts, let me enter, They are sawcie with my dores, tis well they are All hart of Oake, and sound to endure the Knocking. Dor. I heare my Ladies foot-man call the Porter. Sol. I'le keepe no Gate that will be knockt o'this fashon I thinke it were a speciall pollicy To have a kinde of a wheele; or turning Engine Advanc'd before my dore, and admit none Without a Ticket. Enter Oldrat. Old. My Lady is come sir, Sol. Is shee alone? Old. The Gentleman that complements with my Lady, And is here halfe an howre before my Lord still— Sol. Master Confident? Old.

The same, he manns her Ladiship, and she is comming this way through the Gallery.

 Sol. Was ever such an impudence? she wonot carry Him to her Chamber? new Plotts, obscure me hangings. Enter Master Confident, and Ly Plott. Con. I shall report how much his Lordship owes For this most noble favour, La. Hee deserues, By many bounties ever to command me, And I must thanke your paines, but in my Chamber, We may discourse more freely. Con. You much honour me. Exeunt. Sol. Bountie, and Lordships, and discourse in Chambers? This fellow is a rascall, new new Plotts, Dor. If your worship meane to lie with her Ladiship— Sol. By noe meanes. How happie am I, that we keepe severall quarters, Some husband would torment himselfe with watching, Skrue his Nose in at a Key-hole, or in some crannie Wedge his long eare, let'em alone, it makes, It makes, and my lascivious Gamster finde his plotts discovered, All his wit, gleand from Italian Sonetts? and loose times; His bouncing, aud his braves shall not disguise His hart from me, I see't, I see't allready, And laugh that I am alone, and have my humor. Oh, tis my Neece, away and dresse my Pillow. Exit. Ser. Enter Lady Peregrine. La. Good morrow sir. Sol. Morrow? 'tis now my bedd time. La. You were pleasd. To send for me. Sol. I did deare Neece. Before I goe to sleepe, I must commend Advices to thee, 'tis part of my devotion, In breife, because the Day comes fast upon me, Have a great care you be not seene too publicke, Your Chamber's spacious enough to walke in, Ther's danger in society, and the World Is full of plotts, La. What plotts? Sol. I know not, but Be solitarie as I am, and be safe. Your husbands debt's have made him quit his Countrie, He was an unthrift, nay I spare him not Although he were my kins-man, 'twas ill done, Whose plott so ere it were, to loose your Joynture, Times are necessitous, but while he drills His men abroad, take heed you meete not hotter Service at home, there be fine Lords ith World, And Gentlemen that runne, and carry messages, And Pages, that bring Jewells, and can whisper The baudy poesies, and soe-forth. La. You are not; Jealous of mee Sol. Nor of my wife, I lie Alone discreetlie, let my Madam plaie, Sit up a nights and gamboll, La. And dee love her? Sol. At distance, as becomes a polliticke man, That would not sell his state to buy an heire, Our lookes so seldome doe converse, that if We should engender at the eyes, she wod Not teeme so often as an Elephant, fooles diet with There wives and be in danger of provocatives To friske, and mount the table, precious pastime! Come thou art happie; that thy husbands absence Hath given thee occasion to be solitarie, Trust not the aie abroad by my example. Take heede of plotts, and soe good-night. La. Good morrow. I thanke you for your counsell but it needs not, I pittie the condition of this Gentleman, That makes his life a penance to seeme wise, He talkes of plotts, and is the greatest enemie To himselfe with his vaine feares, but why do I Discourse of miserie without my selfe, That carrie in my bosome everie minute, All that can make a woman miserable? Thought of my husband wounds me, yet I cannot Be suffered to injoy it, like a Deere I am chas'd by forraine Hunters, and not left To thinke what crueltie at home persues me. Enter her woman and a Page. You might have knowne my pleasure, in good manners, Ere you admitted anie. Wo. Tis but a Page Madam, the poore child Wants yeeres to offend. Exit. La. He serves the Lord Fitzamorous Beshrew your diligence. Pa. Who commends to your Faire hand these Jewells Madam. La. I preethe carrie 'em backe, their insid's poyson, Pa. I would not be corrupted with the one, To betraie tother so, they cannot fright When you examine, if you knew his Lordship Soe well, as I would wish, you would accept And cherish these presentments, y'are the first Ladie within my observation, That has tooke time, to aske her conscience The meaning of a Jewell, sent by a Lord, A yong and hansome Lord too; 'tis a thing At Court, is not in fashion, and 'twere pittie One with so good a face, should be the presedent, Of such superfluous modestie. La. Does your Lord Instruct you thus? Pa. We take it of our selves, Pages and waiting women are apt by nature To understand their office, you may be confident, My Lord meanes honorably, and as becomes A Gentleman of high bloud, he will visite Your Lady-ship. La. I shall not neede, returne him then my thankes, By messenger. Pag. I apprehend, And wish you a morning faire as your owne beautie, My humblest dutie. Exit. La. How blacke sinne doth scatter Her seede betimes, and every ground is fruitfull. Enter Confident, and waiting woman. Con. Has shee the Paper? Pa. And the jewell too. Wo. I know sheele chide me, but his Lordships Bounty commands I should bee serviseable. Con. Away, and wantonnesse inspire me, Lady. La. More rude intrusions? Exit Page, and wom. Con. Patience noble Madam, The message that I bring, is more calme and gentle Then the coole winde, that breathes upon the Flowers Soft kisses in the Spring, the woollen feete Of time doe move with a lesse noyse, then mine Beneath this happy Roofe, vouchsafe your eare, And words shall meete your sense, and Court it with Swifter delight then apprehension Knows how to reach, and when I have let fall Love, which doth make all language rich, and told you His name that gives his life up in my breath, To be made blest by being yours, you'le wish I were all voyce, and to that harmony, Chaine your owne soule for ever. La. What doe you meane By this strange language? pray bee cleerer, sir, If you direct it to my understanding. VVhat is your businesse? Con. I have tol'd you, Madam. Love. La. What love I beseech you sir? Con. A love that doth include in his owne flame What Poets made but fiction in the gods, When Earthlie beauties tempted them from Heaven, A fire which from the bosome of loves preist Shoots up religion and a sacrifice To what his soule adores, a glorious love, And love of you. La. Of me? it will concerne That I should know him. Con. Had his person bin A stranger, so much worth, and fame preferrs him To every noble knowledge, that you cannot Be ignorant, what wonder of mankinde I point at, hath report brought to your eare I'th stacke of men, one that hath had the praise Of wit, of valour, bountie, a faire presence, A tongue to inchant heaven? these waite one him, As he, to be your servant: he is a man (What pittie it is I cannot call him more) The pride, and darling both of warre, and peace, The Lord of many Worlds. La. How sir! He may be bountifull indeed then. Con. With your pardon, Shall we allow to everie common man A little world, and not thinke him worth manie, Who hath the price of thousands in himselfe? La. What miracle is this? Co. He is a man Soe full of all, that thought, or love can be Ambitious of, that nothing can deserue him, But shee alone that hath in her owne frame Of woman, all that ever praised the sex, And these are all your owne, make him so too, And from your loves, the decay'd world shall hope To see a race of Demi-gods. La. I finde not By all these markes of honour and of goodnesse What person you commend thus Co. Can there be anie beside my Lord? La. Your Lord may be Besides himselfe after soe great a Character. Co. The Lord Fitzavarice. La. Cry mercie sir, I know him, and you might with halfe the expence Of so much wit in blanke verse, have exprest His purpose, and himselfe, I thanke him hartelie, But am not so much worth, pray tell him so. Con. Ladie, I doe not use to thrive so ill In my love-undertakings. La. I'st your Trade? It seemes so, by your prompt and elegant way, Are you soliciter generall for other's, In love, ti'd by your place, never to move Conditions for your selfe? he is but a Lord Whose fame you have advanc'd thus. Con. You'r right, Lady. La.

And I was never taught, that witt or handsomenesse are assur'd by patent, dee thinke this Lord

May not finde his peeres? Con. No question, Madam. La. This would well be a double Knave. Con. There may be Gentlemen, That owe no high and mightie titles, Madam. La. As gracious with a Lady; Con. And as active; La. With wit, with valour, bountie, a faire presence, And tongue to inchant heaven. Con. As I would wish, I onely was ambitious to enjoy her After my Lord, if once shee were corrupted? Venus send me good lucke, and I be His taster, but hee's here. Enter Lord Fitzavarice. Trust mee an other time. Lo. Hast prevail'd? Co. I have taken off the impossibilitie, Or shee deceives me much: To her your selfe, Ile take my opportunitie. Exit. Lo. Still Melancholie? What dee meane Lady? La. I have kept a Jewell for your Lordship. Lo. Will shee come too't allready? La. And because I would not be held guiltie of ingratitude, Not furnish'd with a gift worth your acceptance, I must present your owne agen. Lo. Why this I sent you, Madam, doe not so dishonour mee, I have plenty of these trifles sha't have more, Richer and brighter to attend thy beautie, Here they will shine in their owne place. La. I dare not accept of any, they are dangerous. Lo. They are not poyson'd. La. Yes more killing then The teeth of Serpents, or the Vipers blood, Without a charme, they had ere this undone me. Lo. Pray make your sense familiar to me. La. Can you seeme ignorant, by whose direction They were sent hither, oh my Lord, but thinke, What honour you can gaine out of my ruines. Why doe you still persue me with this heate Of sensuall fame, and send these tempters to me, After so many vowes, to keepe my faith, And name unstain'd? Lo. Still in these foolish humors? What did you marrie for? La. To enjoy my husband. Lo. Enjoy him in his absence then by proxie. La. VVhen he is absent from my hart, may Consent to be as blacke, as you would make me; But while he hath a constant dwelling here, I must loose both at once, if I forsake him. Oh thinke upon your selfe my Lord, and make Your title good, and justifie, that honour By our selves acquir'd, is richer, then what blood, And birth can throw upon us, send noe more Agents to plead your shame, their errand is So foule, it must infect 'em, to be false, Even to your selfe, my husband is abroad To farre from home. Lo. Hee's fighting i'th low-Countries, By his example you may Skirmish here, A litle, if you please, I doe not wish him Return'd, although I have his land in mortgage, If you would bee lesse cruell, you may pay His debt in other propertie, and cancell The payment in due time. La. I'le heare no more. You have a stayned soule. Exit. Lo. I doe love this Ladie, As Gentlemen now call love, and that extremelie. Shee is all nunns flesh about her, but has the Divell No tricke to thaw her chastitie? I must have Some way to enjoy her body for my credit, The world takes notice I have courted her, And if I mount her not, I loose my honour. Actus Secundus. Enter Vaye-man Pumicestone, and Scrivener. Va. So, so, now wee are furnish'd. Pu. Our acts and deeds are to shew for't. Scr. Sigillatum et deliberatum in praesentia not ari. Publici. I thanke you Gentlemen. Exit. Scr. Pu. In the presence of the notorious Publican. But dee heare, who shall pay backe the monie? Va. VVhat mony? Pu. The mony wee ha taken up to goe a wooing to This Kick-shaw. Va. Share and share like, how ever, the securitie Is good, and the Scrivener satisfied. Pu. I have great minde— Va. To pay it all, shat have my voyce. Pu. Vpon condition the Lady would seale to Covenants, you should finde me reasonable. Va. For that we must take our fates, one of Vs is sure to carry her against the World. He that has least wit, has five hundred Pound a yeere, if that, good clothes, and a Handsome man with appurtenances, cannot Tempt an elder sister, would shee were sent To a Nunnery, lets loose noe time, but advance to her instantlie, Pu. Stay I have it, and no unhappy invention, A divice, if the worst come to the worst, You will thanke mee sort. Va. What ist? Mercury himselfe be the Doctor Mid-wife, and Deliver thee. Pu. The gentlewoman we aime at, has a great Estate, a fortune for a Lord. Va. All this I know. Pu. She has many Sutors, Va. So much the worse, proceed. Pu. But none in grace, makes her selfe merry with'em, And jeeres'em mainlie, cannot love. Va. What comfort is this for us? Pu. Now I come too't, wee two doe love this Lady, Va. No matter for that, toth'poynt Wee come a wooing to her. Pu. Tis not possible Wee should both draw the prise, but one can bee Her husband. Va. Of us two, right. Pu. And yet in our particular, Ther's none of us can say, he shall prevaile, And be the man, the man, that must be Lord Of the estate, justle the noble-Men. And domineere. Va. What of all this? Pu. Now marke mee, He that shall conquer this Virginian Iland And write himselfe Lord of the Golden-mines, Will have a very fine time on't. Va. Very likelie, what's the conclusion? Pu. Nay tell me first, what will Become of him that must Sit downe with a willow Garland, that has seal'd For a thousand pounde; with what deare appetite Shall hee discharge the Scrivener? Va. One on's must loose, unlesse we could devide her. Pu. Then I have thought a way to make us both Gayners, in some proportion. Va. That were a tricke worth our learning. Pu. Play your Cards wisely, and 'tis done. Va. As how prethy? Pu. Why thus Hee that shall marry her of us two, As one of us must speed, shall enter Bond At's marriage, to give the other a thousand pound, This composition may be allowed and sealed to, If you consider, something will be requisite, For them, that goe without the maiden-head, Debts and devises will grow due, and Sacke Will not be unnecessary, to forget her health in, What thinke you on't? and who e're obtaines the Lady Will have no cause to grumble at this motion, Is not this equall and a certainety for both? Va. Let the Articles be drawne, 'tis a safe bargaine, Hee's my hand too't. Pu. A match, the writings, Will quickly bee prepared, for things must carry Formality and law, we doe but talke else, Va Withall my hart, subscribe to night, who's this? Pu. Tis Confident. Enter Confident. Con. My two ingenious sparkes, my Landed witts, And therefore more miraculous, what makes Your lookes exalted, as if Venus were Propitious now? Va. Thart right we are in love. Con. I knew't, I read thy Caracter in your brow, I see the desperate Archer in each eye, Prepar'd with golden Shafts to wound your mistresses, Their harts must bleed, no destiny will helpe it, You two are Cupids darlings, and hee's bound To bring you all the Ladies you can wish for, Humble and suppliant for the Game. Pu. Dost thinke wee shall prevaile then? Con. Have I ambition To be your honorer, and o'th nuptiall night Light up my epihalamy, to inflame Your bosomes, and instruct your wanton limbes The activitie of love beyond fierce Aretine. Pu. But dost heare! we are both suters to one Lady; Which dost thinke shall carry her? Con. To the same Lady! Va. Thou knowest her, Jacintha, Lady Peregrines sister. Con. The glory of her sex, yau'e plac'd your thoughts, With a discreete ambition. Pu. Who shall have her dost thinke? Speake thy opinion. Con. You, sir. Pu. shall I? Con. Can you appeare doubtfull? Be not so much ingrate to natures bountie, Each part about you in silent oratorie May plead toth Queene of Love, yau'e to much excellence, Were all your other graces worne in Clouds, That eye, that very eye, would charme a Lucrece, And by the golden unresisted Chaines Draw up her soule, and melt it in your bosome, Your presence is a volume of inchantements, But move, and every beauty falls before you, But if you speake, which needs not to obtaine, You give a louder notice to the World, Then when you list, you conquer, and create One accent of your tongue, able to make A Nyobe returne from her cold Marble, And spring more soft and active then the Aire To court your amorous breath. Va. Hum no more, if thou loust me, we are upon A composition, hee that winnes the Lady Shall give the other a thousand pound: If you make him confident to bee preferrd, Hee'le never signe to'th' Covenant. Con. How prefer'd? Vnder what misconstruction have I suffer'd? Although I name it justice, he should challenge The mistresse of his thoughts, can you want merit Who live the example of all wit, to boast A victorie in your love? were I a woman (As nature only hudles into the world When shee sends forth a man) give me licence To expresse my thoughts, and had all that invention And truth could adde, to advance me to opinion, I should bee hono'rd to be writ your servant, And call obedience to you, greater triumph, Then to be Empresse of an other world, You have so rich a wit, that dotage may Bee justified upon't, and nothing but A soule purg'd from all dreggs, and quitted from Mortalitie, can lay a worthie claime to't. Yau'e put a question would afflict an Oracle To understand, and answer, which of you Should triumph o're a Lady, I am madd When I consider the necessitie Of fate, that one of you must be accepted, And both so bounteoussie deserving. Then, If I pronounce agen that both must have her, You'le pardon my ambition, Gentlemen, Which levells with your wishes. Pu. Could I speake thus, I would not thanke the Ladie should run madd for me. Va. Jack prethe lett's fancie him, Hee has spoke home and handsomelie. Pu. Let it be five peeces, oh witt of witts! Con. You have, Gentlemen. A care to enlarge my Librarie, I translate These into bookes, whose title-page shall owne Your name in shining Capitalls. Pu. Drinke, drinke Sack. And divine the world with thine owne wit, t'will sell, Hang other bookes, woot never switch a Play up? Con. Las the Comedians have no soule to speake. Va. Naie doe not leave us. We are going to this Lady, shee randevou's To day at Lady Plotts, we shall have musicke, and dancing Youle meete my Lord there Con. I am his creature, and your humble servant. Va. Nay no distinction. Pu. What braines some men have? I would change all my acres for his Poetrie. Exeunt. Enter Lord , and Lady Plott. La. Plott. Still peevish! Lo. Most invinciblie, no temptation Can fasten on her, wood I had nere laid seige to her, The taking of her province, will not be So much advantage to mee, as the bare Removing of my seige will loose me credit. I would she were recoverable by Law, There were some hope by vexing my estate, And tiring Westminster, within few Termes A gentleman might come to issue with her, If all were of her minde, what would become on's? Lent, everlasting lent would mortifie Our masculine concupiscence, and not leave The strongest body worth an egge at Easter. Plo. I am glad your Lordship yet is pleasant with Her stubbornesse, and were I worthie to Advise you, it should never trouble your thoughts; I know your Lordship is not barren of acquaintance. Lo. There be more Ladies in the World, And of the Game. La. The Game my Lord? I hope, You point not this at me, because I use To passe the howrs at play with Ladies, and gentlemen. Lo. At Dice and Cards? you have more charitie, Then to thinke I accuse your Ladyship, Though there be some have dar'd to venture both ways Vpon record, yet seeme stanch to the world, I and are thought to pray sometimes, I wod-not For the Indies tempt your Ladiship, I know You are deafe to all leaud accents. Plo. Tis your goodnesse— Lo. Never to try thee, tis fit only such As your cold kins-woman, wenches that have No spirit should be tempted to those sports; Nor is shee otherwise considerable To me, more then my charitie may restore her, I pitie a hansome woman should eate chalke, And die i'th fullens, if she might be comforted, and cured. Plo. With a Warme bed-fellow? Lo. Y'are right, Madam, Enter Jacintha, and Lady Bellamia. But shees here, and her elder sister. There is an other Lady I would not touch now, I meane i'th leaud way, shee has life and fire, And moves without an Engine, give me a wench, That I must mould into a wanton shape, And quicken her to aire by my owne Art, A wench that must be purg'd, sublim'd, calcin'd, By'th chymistrie of Love, till shee become A glorified spirit, and acknowledge Shee tooke her exaltation from me; In that I glorie more, then to have perfected The Magisterium, and boast the Elixar. But I waste time. Plo. This I cannot helpe, He wonot understand. Lo. Can you worke, Ladie, No cure upon your sister by the example Of your free hart? Ia. My Lord I chide her for't, Tell her what follie 'tis, to wast her health With feeding so much melancholie, I wish Shee had my constitution; to laugh At all the World. Lo. You are satyricall. Ia. No matter what men thinke of me: my Lord, I am no great admirer of their virtues. Lo. You doe not hate us, Ladie? Ia. But with pardon Of your Lordship, it is possible, I may never Runne madd for Love. Lo. You doe converse with us. Ia. Because I have As yet, no resolution to bee cloistred: Sometimes men stirre my pitie, but most commonlie My laughter. Lo. Y are a strang condition'd Gentlewoman. Ia. I would be so my Lord, to all that love mee, And love my selfe the better, for that humor. La. You'le never marrie? Ia. Certainlie, not while I have any wit, And can buy follie at a cheeper rate. My sister has taught me; that Ladie has A precious husband too, shall I, my Lord, Bee bold to aske you, but one question, What are men good for? Lo. Pray, Ladie, doe not feare I come a wooing. Ia. Your Lordships mirth offends not mee in this. Lo. Yet if I could love, I would marrie thee Of all women alive. Ia. Your Lordship should Have litle cause, I hope, to wish so ill to mee. Lo. What sayes my Lady Aprill here, all showrs? Plo. My Lord is a great honorer of your sister. Ia. Tis his fault in my conscience, but I hope Shee'le have a care, poore soule. Enter Vayne-man Pumiceston, and Confident. Con. Let mee prepare you, And when you see me close with Madam Plott, You may advance. Pu. Bee breife. Co. Most noble Ladie. I have no time to enlarge my selfe; your fat's In danger, if discretion sit not at The Helme, with love; the Gentlemen, that next Present themselves, are not to bee admitted Guests to your bosome, in the yet darke booke Of destinie, there is a name reseru'd, To make you happie, your Starrs guide you to A husband, worthy of this blood, and beautie: Thinke on the Prophet. Va. Now wee may come in. Pu. Bright Ladie, make your humble servants proud To kisse your white hand. Ia. Not to fast, Gentlemen, You doe not meane to marrie mee; some aire, Or i'le goe tak't abroad: two to one woman? Pu. The lot gave mee prioritie, you know, Therefore obey your chance, I must first court her. Ia. These are the guests hee talk'd on sure. Va. What shall I doe now? Con. Fall in with the chamber-woman, that is a way To know the ebbe, and flowing of her Mistresse, Saile by that winde I say. Pu. The truth is, Ladie, I love you in the noble way of Marriage. Ia. I am sorry for it. Pu. Why my prittie Mistresse? Ia. I cannot love that way. Pu. Are you in earnest? Ia. Doe you take mee for a Jester? Pu. Doe but name The way you have the most minde to bee loved in; The high way, or the by way, any way, I am at your service. Ia. What is that Gentleman? Pu. One that would be in love too, If he had an apprehension You'd favour him, a thing has neither witt Nor honestie, he would needs come along, I could not shake him off, without a quarrell, You'le quickelie finde his barrennesse, and dismisse him: He has bin practising this fortnight, how To make a legge, that learned Gentleman Knowes the inside of his soule, for my owne part— Ia. Methinks he is a very handsome man. Pu. Should he but heare you, Ladie, he would thinke You jeer'd him fearefullie. Ia. And he may have a generous minde. What's his estate? Pu. How's this? Ia. If you doe love me, give him opportunitie To-tell me his poore minde alitle. Pu. I obey. Shees taken with him, and the worst come To the worst, there will be a thousand pound good yet. Con. So resolute? Plo. That man must have a powerfull tongue must charme her, Into consent of marriage, her estate Is worth ten thousand pound. Con. A glorious summe, Able to whet ambition, now the others Turne is, to shew himselfe ridiculous. Va. I tell you in three syllables, I love you. Ia. That gentleman professes the same language, Your friend. Va. My friend? hee's none of mine, true wee have bin Acquainted, met, fell into conference of you, And came together, Ladie, he is no man Of that cleere fame, to ingage my serious friend-ship, A verie puff-fist. Ia. What's that I praie? Va. A Phantome, a meere Phantome. Ia. Phantome, what's that? Va. A mentall Tiphon, a windie capruch, I doe grace him, Or so, but he is the impudent'st fellow— Ia. Hee speakes well Of you, gave you a worthie Character. Va. Hee cannot choose. He knowes me well enough, and all the world, Besides I have a temper must not bee Provok'd with calumnies, tis true hee has some Pretty parts, is held an excellent scholler, can sing, And daunce, and manage a Horse well, Hee's borne of a good familie, can speake, When hee lists, to purpose too, I confesse it, But what's all this when a man will bee a rascall? Ia. What blessed paire of customers have I got? These would make excellent husbands, and love me To'th purpose. Enter Lord, and Bellamia. Lo. Well, remember, you have promis'd, Vpon condition, I dismisse you now, To give mee an other answer. Con. My good Lord, I have an humble suite to you, I should aske First how your hopes thrive in that sullen Ladie. Lo, I must expect, but what's your businesse, to me? Con. In breefe, to advance my service to That Ladie, by your Honors testimonie Of what I may deserve, I am confident I shall reward it, by securing her Faire sister to your wishes, shees your owne, Or if shee prove too honest, I shall make A recompence by offering to your pleasure, The other, who by authoritie of your breath, May make me Lord of her, and her full fortune, You understand, my gracious Lord. Lo. I doe so. Pu. Va. Your Lordships humble creatures. Lo. I am your servant. What shall wee doe, Ladies? but I forget, I have something more to say to you. Ia. To me, my Lord? Lo. Your clyents increase, Ladie, That gentleman tells me, he does love you, and would marry you. Because I have obseru'd his nature, I'le Give him in breefe, he is a fellow will Vndoe thee in a fortnight, though not in Thy estate, yet in thy minde, a greater mischiefe. If thou dost marrie him, it will be pollicie, To turne witch betime, ere he sell thee o're to shame, And so much povertie, the Divell wonot Trust thee with a familiar, now beleeve him, Wee droupe methinks— Ia. So, so, here are an other couple, who shall trust Mankinde? it will be a miracle to finde One honest man i th bundle, sir, you are Bound to my Lord. Con. His least favours to mee Are more then my whole life can satisfie, Oh Ladie, if you knew him but as I doe, You would be lost in wonder of his goodnesse. Bove all, he is adorer of chast truth, And speakes religiouslie of any man. Hee will not trust obscure traditions, Or faith implicite, but concluds of things Within his owne cleare knowledg what hee sayes, You may beleeve, and pawne your soule uppon't. Vouchsafe mee kisse your faire hand, whose least touch Consented to though I were old and dying, Would quicken mee into a Spring. Plo. You forget, my Lord, the musicke was prepar'd To daunce, and warme her blood. Lo. Each take his Ladie Ia. Falstasse I will beleeve thee, There is noe faith in vilanous man. Lo. Beginne there. They daunce in. Enter Lady Bellamia, as taking opportunity to goe to her chamber, Enter Lady Plott, and Fitzavarice. La. Follow her, my Lord, she is stolen to her chamber: thi wil Give you admittance through my Lodgings, I'le excuse Your absence, there bee more wayes to'th wood, trie all. Lo. How much you blesse mee, shee shall want noe triall, This opportunitie is worth an Empire. Exeunt. Actus Tertius. Enter Lord Fitzavarice, and Bellamia. Lo. What shall I say? consent, deere Ladie, to Be mine, and thou shat tast more happinesse, Then womans fierce ambition can persue; Shift more delights, then the warme-spring can boast Varietie of leaves, or wealthie harvest Graine from the teeming earth. Joy shall dry all Thy teares, and take his throne up, in thy eies, Where it shall sit, and blesse what e're they shine on. The night shall Sowe her pleasures in thy bosome, And morning shall rise only to salute thee. Bel. Enough, too much. My Lord, I hop'd when last Your importunitie inforc'd my promise Of other answer, I should never see you, If being a sad prisoner to my chamber, Might have prevented your accesse: but since I am betraid to this discourse, receive What the necessitie of fate compells to. Lo. Another answer? Bel. Yes, but such an one As must at least challenge affinitie With what I said before: not your estate, Though multiplied to Kingdomes, and those wasted With your invention, to serue my pleasures, Have power to bribe my life away from him, To whose use I am bid to weare it; be yet just, And seeke no further to pollute the streame Of my chast thoughts, Ile rather choose to die Poore wife to Peregrine, then live a Kings Inglorious strumpet, can you thinke my Lord, Should I give up my freedome to your bende, And for the pride of wealth, sell woman in mee, (For she must loose that name, that once turnes whore) Could I arrive at impudence enough To come abroad, and not be mou'd to heare My shame from every tongue, but scorne my infamie, (As tis the nature of this sinne to strengthen It selfe still with a greater) could you thinke, If noe religion can correct your wildnesse, Anothers price, or pleasure, would not buy mee Even from your armes? there is no faith in lust, And she that dares be false to one she loves, Will twine with all the world, and never blush for't, Kisse, and betraie as often. Thinke on this, And call your selfe home, Lo. Lady, I have heard you, And doe allow the excuse, I doe not urge, Although your husbands absence may plead for't, You should be generallie at my dispose, Disclaime all place, and person, but what's mine, I am not so ambitious, my desires Are humble, and beg only so much favour To admit me to one service, (you know what To understand by it) and if you like not My activitie handsomelie, discharge mee agen. Bel. Worse then infection, how dare you speake This blasphemie to honor, or I heare it? Lo. I'ts not to be avoyded, I have secur'd Your Chamber, Ladie. Bel. Innocence defend mee. Lo. Once more, and nature worke, You say you love your husband, and account His absence the misfortune, that doth sit Most heavie on your soule, this is increas'd By the dispaire of his returne; since all Hop's fed, to satisfie his deepe ingagements, Which threaten ruine here, I have a mortgage Of his, for summs lent by my thriving father, Your joynture, (but releast by you, I take it) I am so much a servant to thy beautie, The first night I embrace thy delicate bodie, The Lands thy owne agen, a round encouragement. Bel. What doe I heare? Lo. If Lords should pay so deare for every capering, T'wou'd trie the backe of their estate: but marke mee, I ha not done, summe up his other debts, They swell to thousands, be but faire condition'd, For everie time thou admitst mee after, to thy Pillow, I'le strike of an hundred pound, Till all the debts be unravel'd: In the meane time Thy husband shall returne, and walke the Towne, Free as an Alder-man, and be mace-proofe, Shall live, and lie with thee, and love thee too, And praise thee for this noble composition, What saist? I finde thy wisedome comming to thee. Should it be knowne, who'le thinke the worse of thee? Alas, good soule, 'twas pure love to thy husband, They must imagine, wrought with thee. What woman But would to save a husbands life, and fortune, Venture a trifle? nay they shall commend Thy act, and reade the storie to their children▪ And envy the example was not theirs, I shall have all the blame, but i'le endur't For thy sake, all the tyrannie will be mine, But to secure thy peace, and doe thy husband A curtesie, I'le runne a thousand hazards. Doe I appeare now? Bel. Yes, a glorious monster. Good Heaven! Lo. Once more, will you consent? Bel. Neveroh, never: let mee tell you, sir, You have so litle prevail'd upon my Love, That allmost I forget my charitie Y'are a bad man: I'le sooner meet a basiliske, and be one. Lo. Nay then.—Hee drawes his Poynard. Bel. What doe you meane? Lo. If soft intreaties With all that man can promise, move you not To the delight, I'le snatch it from your bosome, Nay never shake, I'le change that modest palenesse Into a blush, shall speake thy blood as hot As myne, or leave thy veines dry as the face Of earth, when winter hath deflowred her cheeke, And seal'd up all her beauties in a frost. Shee faints. Ha, Madam, dead, helpe: I did but trie thee, My Ladie Plott, a curse upon your Plotts. Jacintha, Ladies, I am undone, no helpe? Dormant above. Dor. Peace you'le wake my master. Lo. Helpe here, the Ladie Peregrine is dead. Dor. If shee be dead, shee wonot make a noyse, Would al i'th house were dead, we should be at quiet. Carrie your selfe civillie an i'le send somebody. Lo. I shall be in for murther, oh my fate! Enter Jacintha, Lady Plott. Ia. Alas my sister, what ha you done, my Lord? Lo. I know not the extent of my offence, But trust me, i le not flie past the next Chamber. Shew your best charitie, oh my soule is wounded. Exit. La. Shee returnes, give her more ayre. Ia. Oh my poore sister, welcome to life agen. Bel. I know you both, is no bodie else with you? La. No Madam. Bel. Not my Lord? La. I'le carrie him the newes of her recoverie. Bel. Praie let mee see him. Enter Lord, and Lady Plott. Ia. Hee's here too soone. La. Plo. Cheere up your spirit my Lord, and speake to her, Shee is alive, and likelie. Bel. You may come A litle neerer, if there be no change In minde, there is in countenance, my Lord, I have had a short, but pleasing vision, My thought from a steepe precipice, as you were falling Into the Sea, an arme chain'd to a Cloud, Caught hold, and drew you up to Heaven. Lo. If you dare heare mee speake Agen, I dare say more, but to your eare. Bel. I feele a new, and secure confidence. Will you vouchsafe us favor? Ia. Wee'le not bee At to much distance. Exeunt Ia. and Lady Plott. Lo. Can there bee a hope, After so great a wrong, to finde a mercie? You must bee more then woman, and you are so. It was the errour of my soule that drew The heavie mist upon my eies, they now See, and admire your innocence, oh Madam, I have two mightie passions within me; Two, that are wellcome, yet extreames, a Joy, To see you live, and sorrow for my trespasse Against so bright a chastitie, to which, I kneele within my hart, and aske forgivenesse. Bel. If this be earnest, 'tis a heavenlie language. Lo. I feele a holie flame disperse rich heate, About me, the corruption of my blood Is fallen awaie, and of that virtue, which A divell in mee would have betrayd, I rise A servant, and admirer, live, oh live, Thou best of wives, and practise still new wonders Vpon the hart of lust transformed men, Vntill time boast, the example of thy faith Hath purg'd the world, aud taught us how to count Our howers by thy miracles: I am In love now with thy goodnesse, by thy selfe I am, and by some rare, and unknowne act, Must make a recompence to that faire honour, I would ha blasted, once againe forgive mee, And hide the shame, my soule does blush to thinke on. Exit. Bel. This is an noble change, and speaks his nature Not barren, when good seedes are trusted with it. Enter Lady Plott, and Jacintha. Ia. Hee's gone. Plo. And did not minde us. Bel. I am sorie, I could have chain'd my eares to his discourse, And willinglie ha growne old to have heard him: Madam, the Character of praise you gave him, Is short of that true noblenesse I finde. Plo And yet you were not willing to beleeve it. I thinke I know a man. Ia. How is this sister? I hope y'are not in earnest, though hee bee A Lord, as who can helpe, in my judgement There are noe mountaines of such noblenesse As you commend his talke, if he speake not: Another language to the eare, could never. Ravish my understanding, though I must Confesse 'tis wild enough, I doe beginne To feare you, sister. Bel. Bee more charitable, I apprehend your trouble, and shall give you A faire account of his, and my owne honour, I could bee merrie now. Exit. Plo. Here are Gentlemen. Ia. My customers. Enter Confident, Vayne-man, Pumicestone. Con. Where is my Lord? Bel. Hee's gone, sir. Con. I am sure hee has left a hart behind with you, Most excellent of beauties, in whose trust, 'Tis safer, and more warme, then in his bosome, Doe you not finde him a brave Gentleman? He has but one fault Ladie, hee's to modest: But your discretion must helpe hat. Bel. I honour him. Con. Tis well and wiselie done. Bel. Pray tell mee, sir, I have heard a litle tryall of your wit, Are you honest too? Con. Honest too? I never did suspect your Ladyships Breeding, and yet this question in publike, Would stagger the opinion. Bel. But you having a leading voyce. Con. I ha not art to helpe you, Though I confesse, I might orerule some witts O'th lower classe, are you honest too? Besides the freedome of my birth, and wealth Of blood, I boast no over-swelling fortunes, As to what purpose, should my witts bee clog'd With heavie acres, when the Town's Exchequer Is mine, and every Mercer is my Tenant, If he pretend to wit, and hope to justifie His shop-booke, and orthographie of his bills: I would not have the scandall on my name, To be cal'd honest, i'th strickt sense I meane, And as it tyes my blood up, for a Duke-dome: But you are for my Lord, and I allow it. How thrive my gallants here? Ia. They cannot choose But prosper, sir, and much the better for Your commendations. Va. You may take his opinion Ladie, tis authenticke. Ia▪ But a litle of your patience: if I found Within me, that strong appetite to marrie, Who shall protect me from the statute gentlemen? If it be fellonie to have two husbands, I will not marrie above one for certaine. Con. Shee s right for that, 'tis dangerous. Pu. Cast lotts. Ia. And tie my love to chance, forbid discretion. Va. Choose whom you love best. Ia. That's to bee resolu'd By your demonstration, who loves me best, For if there be, marke what I tell you, Gentlemen, But the hundred part of a graine difference, In your affections, beshrew mee, if I choose the lightest. Both. How's this? Con. Wisdome Gentlemen, And must bee allow'd. Pu. Let him bee the judge, Hee knowes us both to a scruple. Con. Excuse me Gentlemen, 'Tis fit the Ladie satisfie her judgment▪ Although I hate partialitie, it becomes not I should bee here definitive, to perplexe The freedome of her choice.. Va. What thinke you to agree among our selves? Ia. Sure hee that dares Doe most for my sake will deserue mee best. Con. Dee heare that resolution, bee rul'd I'le open such a path to your ambition— Pu. No more. Va. At our next visit, you shall know us Ladie, Plo. Nay Gentlemen letts to gleeke. Va. Commaund us Madam. Plo. You and my Cozen may To the same exercise. Bel. I would bee excused For some few minuites. Con. If it please you Lady, Weele passe that time at sant: did you not finde My Character true of those rotten glo-wormes? Ia. You did a high favor. Con. you consult Your honor in the acknowledgment, I waite you. Ia. When will you open, sir, the booke of destinie And read the name you talke on? I am confident, He must be master of an active soule Whom you preferre, if I mislike his person, I'le marry his wit, but we loose time, you'le follow. Exeunt Manet Lady Bellamia. Bel. Methinkes I feele some new accesse of comfort, Something that tells me, I am neere a blessing, Or else my poore hart flattets mee. Enter Page. Pa. My Lord commanded me present you his best service, And with it, these: he bad mee say, they are Prologue to that reward hee hath design'd Your virtue, I was glad to heare him say so, And never went more nimblie on his message. Bel. The mortgage? this confirmes me, he is noble, A wealthie Carkanet; though I cannot merit This bountie from him, I am rich in thank's. But prethee tell me boy, didst not thou bring Letters, and other Jewells to me? Pa. Yes. Bel. If I remember, you did speake an other Meaning, then what you now deliver. Pa. Madam, Although the narrow tie of dutie bind mee, To the discharge of his commands, which it Becomes no servant to dispute, I meete Honest imployments with more cherefullnesse. Bel. Thou hast a modest countenance, here's to buy the Garters, and Roses. Pa. When I goe upon Lascivious errands, Madam, I take monie, There is no other benefit belongs to 'em, But good ones pay themselves, I am rewarded, I shall have cause to thanke you for my Lord, If he preserue this temper. Exit. Bel. A good boy: this is not the religion of all Pages. They are a present worth acceptance, The piety came with 'em more then doubles Their value, if vice blush not at rewards, There is no shame for virtue to receive them▪ But What's all this to me, that am poore still Without my Peregrine? who all this while Treads the uneaven path of warre, and danger, This verie minute, for ought I can tell, Wounded upon some service, or ingag'd, To stand the murdring Cannon, oh, my blood Growes pale within me to imagine, what Horror attends the Soldier Enter Dormant. Dor. Madam, Madam. Bel. Ha, my hart trembles. Dor. Sir Walter Peregrine. Bel. Thy lookes speake comfort, what of him? Dor. Hee is return'd. Bel. Landed? Dor. Hee's marching up the staires, with another soldade Tough as his Jerkin, he has a tilting feather, And lookes soe desperatelie, I feare they have Brought home two regiments that wonot bee Casheer'd without a shift. Enter sir Walter Peregrine, and a Captaine. They are here allready. Bel. Oh! let me flie into his armes, my Peregrine. Sir. My best of life! Bel. Let teares of joy salute thee, Wellcome, ten thousand wellcomes. Sir. I embrace Millions of blisse in thee, but let not our Joy make us unmannerlie, bestow One welcome on my friend. Bel. Your pardon, sir, If after many yeeres of absence, I Dwell long upon a husbands entertainment, And if you thinke I have exprest a truth Of joy to see him, you will easilie Beleeve the man, whom hee calls friend, is welcome. Cap. Madam, you honour mee, it were a sinne Not to bee confident. Sir. And are wee met? Bel. Never I hope to part agen, 'tis time Wee now should grow together. Cap. You'le dispence With mee for some howers, I have friends expect At my returne a visit. Sir I shall not Desire you to let fall no mention Of mee, the litle stay I purpose here, You may imagine, carries danger with it. Cap. I Hope you know me better. Exit. Sir. Noblest friend. Bel. I heard some words sound most unkindly from you, You nam'd a litle stay, have I scarce seene My happinesse, and must be sad againe To thinke it will so soone be ravish'd from mee? Sir. Alas my poore Bellamia, I have made No purchase but of wounds, since my departure. I have paide some debts of warre, but cannot promise To cancell one, that threatens mee at home; What wee have more then to supplie our wants, Consumes on the Drum head, I was ambitious To see thee, and this gentleman returning With expectation to levie men Gave mee the opportunitie, but I dare Promise my selfe no dwelling here, scarce owne My face before a sun-beame, I must walke I'th darke to all the world but thee, Bellamia: But trust mee, when my body is cal'd hence By miserie of my fate, it takes not all The soule it brought, much stayes to waite on thee: I know it would afflict thee more, to see mee A prisoner, chain'd to heavie debts, and shame. Bel. Thy state is not so lost, and miserable, As 'tis presented in thy feares, looke here, And thanke a providence, that smiles upon us, This is recover'd, wee have some Land Agen, by whose revenue wee may live, And expect better fortunes, I have Jewells too, Bright ones, and rich. Sir. You have indeed. Bel. Possesse What I enjoy, and let us live together. Sir. It cannot, cannot be, alas Bellamia, How flattring imagination would cozen us, I am beyond sea still, in my cold Tent, Where, though my sleeps be broken with the noyse Of warre, I now securelie dreame of thee, And of my comming home, and talking to thee, That thou art rich in land agen and Jewells, Shadowes, meere shadowes: I am wearie of This dreame, some charitable cannon wake me. Bel.

Sir you may trust your eyes, these are no formes, in aerie apprehension, but the truth of things, that call you to be∣leeve, and use them as timelie benefits: yet I may allow you to wonder, there's a story will deserve it.

 Sir. I know not what I feare, dee thinke 'tis true then? I will have reason for this faith, pray tell me, How came you by this wealth, certainelie I left No summes to purchase these, more my iniustice To thee, whose plentifull estate I ruin'd. Bel. A friend, a noble friend. Sir. That died, and gave thee A swelling legacie, and thou hast made This use on't to release thy desperate land, Buy thee a Carkanet, and this proud blaze Of other Jewells. Bel. If you please to heare mee, I must declare, these are the bounty of A living friend. Sir. Living? Bel. A Gentleman— Sir. A Gentleman? forbeare I am not well. Bel. One you are bound to honour. Sir. Tha'st undone me, Doe not, do not name him, I know, and feele too much. Bel. Beleeve me, sir, My storie's full of innocence, and when You have more knowledge of this friend, you'le quit Your feares, and call him to your hart. Sir. My hart▪ Is very busie, yet you may tell mee His name, to whose strange bounty I am so oblig'd. Bel. More to his virtue, though his title Carrie the shine of honor, he has a soule More glorious; have patience but to heare mee, You will confesse it, and reward his pietie With praise above a man, and be in love With him your selfe. Sir. In Love— Bel. The Lord Fitzavarice. Sir. Ha? the wanton Lord Fitzavarice. Thou most undone of women, did my absence So forfit me, or ebbe of wealth corrupt Thy giddie soule, thou couldst imagine, I Would thanke thy lust to peece up my wild ruines? Transforme mee gentle Heaven, For if I be a man, and hold the knowledge Of this dishonour, I shall doe an act Equall to this, and murder this false woman. Have I thought life not tedious for thy sake, And in my povertie summ'd up wealth enough But in my hopes to see thee, were my winters Not cold, when I but thought I had Bellamia, Were all the toyles, and troubles of my spring, Not valued for this harvest? curse upon Thy Salarie, were it a price to buy All Kingdoms, that the Sunne e're shed a beame on, Earn'd from thy bodies infamie, I'de choose To live i'th galley first, and chain'd to'th oare, Give up my breath through torture. I'le to prison, And wellcome all the stings, that want of libertie, Disease, and famine, can let fall upon mee, And call thee yet more killing then all they, Till my hard Creditors forgive mee in pitty, And curse thee into all I have suffer'd, Wives shall accuse thy periurie, whose act Is able to make all the truth suspected, And Virgins frighted at thy name, resolve Never to marrie, while the race of men Curse thee, for whom they nere shall spring agen. But I let passion foole mee, and my tamenesse May prompt thee to more sinne, I'le bee reveng'd; But first on him, that grafted shame upon mee: It shall bee thy first punishment, to see Him bleeding, where is he? come what fine conveiances To keepe your Goate close, till time play the baud, And secure all your ruttings? I must finde him, Appeare then staine to honor, Lordly divell: Where art? Fitzavarice? Fitzavarice! Enter Dormant. Whose reeking squire are you sir, ha my Lords? Shew mee strait where this Fox doth Earth himselfe, Or I'le— Dor. I know not where my Lord is, but ther's one a Bed. Sir. A Bed, expecting her, where? Dor. But hee's asleepe, you'le wake him. Sir. Shew mee villaine quicklie. Dor. Oh, this way, sir. Exeunt. Bel. Has miserie a name beyond my suffering? Hath love, and fortune both conspir'd to drop Their stings into my bosome? Within. Helpe Dormant. Enter Sir Solitary in his shirt persued by Sir Walter. Plo. A plott, a plott to murther me, hold, what art? My Nephew; ha! Sir. 'Tis not he, Uncle you must Excuse my complement, he shall not flie mee. Exit. Plo. Who goes about to flie? he did not wound mee, A naked man is soone undone, 'tis wisedome To sleepe hereafter in a shirt of Maile, When came he hither, from the nether-lands? Hee is sent upon some murdring designe; But why with his sword drawne, why not a knife? Some great man is in danger; ha! my Neece weeping, I'le sift her, Bellamia? Bel Oh my husband, sir. Sol. Nay, then there is a plott, whom would he kill? Bel. The Lord Fitzavarice. Sol. I knew it was some great man mus be visited Beneath the ribbs, men of such vast estates Are not long lived. Enter Dormant. Dor. I know not what to do, sir, Sol. Hee's i'th conspiracy, reveale the plott to me. Dor. My fellow Oldrat mett him, sir. Sol. Ha, more traitors. I did suspect that fooles simplicity, What man is to be trusted? if these men Thrive in their first attempt, the stat's in danger. This Oldrat is a politician. I'le stand upon my guard, entrench, and dare The Ghost of Tilly. Dor. 'Tis not verie warme, sir. Sol. Your cold considerations are best. But I'le to bed agen. Dor. They are here, oh! Exit. Enter Sir Walter, Bell: and Oldrat. Sol. Away. Shall wee bee never free from plotts? Exit. Sir. Wal. Has he beene gone this hower sayst? Old. Yes, and please your worship, Would I were well gon too. Exit. Bel. Yet will you heare me, sir. Sir. And trust the language of your teares? they're false, Your gamester shall weepe blood: here we untwist Our harts, set up o'th trade, the youth will joyne. Thou maiest be still Bellamia, but not mine. Exit. Actus Quartus. Enter Sir Walter, and Captaine, as comming from a Taverne. Within. All's paid, and yee are welcome gentlemen. Cap. So; so, this Taverne was well thought upon: In my opinion, 'tis a great deale better Then to have trusted your owne passion In such a cause, which easilie might engage you To danger, when your rage grew high, and loud. Sir. I have obey'd your counsell: you wil carry this? Cap. I have promis'd you. Sir. And yet you must acknowledge The wrong is greater then to bee contain'd Within this narrow leafe, and till I have Reveng'd, it swells each minute to a volume. Cap. My Lord is noble this way, and be confident, Will render you an account, worthie his person, Though I am sorry to salute him first, With a defiance. Sir. Sha't not for all the World Doe thy selfe preiudice in his favor, i'le Disengage thee agen. Cap. Now you dishonor me, though he has bin pleas'd To use mee nobly when we met at Bergen, That must not barre the office of a gentleman To his friend: he has been a Soldier himselfe, And must grant this an act of my profession. You are certaine he has done the injurie? For 't is not safe to trust suspition, In things of this high nature; Life and Honor Must not bee question'd upon naked feares, And windie suppositions, pardon mee This plainenesse, you imagine I dare fight. Sir. Shall I beleeve 'tis day, when I behold The Sunne disperse his beames about the World? Doe I know cold, or heate, or when I thirst? Shall I be confident we talke together? My cause will aske the same degree of faith, As built on equall certainty. Cap. I urge it No father: Is not that hee? Enter Fitzavarice and Page. Sir. 'Tis the same. Cap. With-draw, be carefull of your selfe, I'le meete you At your Uncles house, and give you an account Of this imployment. Pag. Shee is an excellent woman, If't be no wrong to her goodnesse that I spend My childish character. Lo. Th'art right, she is Indeed boy, and shews fairer for that goodnesse, I have done nothing yet to cherish her Rare pietie, or to deserue my pardon. I'le studie both. Cap. My Lord, an humble servant— Lo. Captaine you honour mee, Welcome to England, how doe all our friends I'th low-Countries? Cap. Happie in being your servants, Lo. When Landed you? Cap. But this morning, I am fortunate In this opportunitie, my Lord, to speake with you, And to present— Lo. Some letters, you oblige me, How does sir Walter Peregrine? Cap. Well, If please you command your boy more distance: This paper comes from him. My Lord, I should Be guiltie of much sinne to your owne honour, Not to assure my selfe noble construction From you, I had no thought within this hower, To have brought more then my humble service To your Lordship, which shall still be fairelie yours. Pag. I doe not like this soldads Embassage: A challenge! some young Gentlemen that have Strong purses and faint soules, do use to fine for't, As Citizens doe for Sheriffes: the Towne swash-Bucklers Practise these feates, and live by't; but my Lord Hath beaten that opinion out of some, It should appeare, all are not yet converted. Lo. How's this? Cap. He appeares noble, and not mou'd. Lo. Are you acquainted with his discontents? Cap. He has imparted some, but I have no Commission to expostulate. Lo. I thanke you, You shew your selfe a Gentleman, and his friend. He shall heare from me, I had ambition To enjoy you longer: but the termes of honour Threaten on both sides, know me for your servant. Pray heaven he injure not the innocent Lady. He has directed where to send to him, And so againe I thanke you noble Captaine. Cap. Your Lordships honorer. Exit. Lo. This came unlook'd for, but I must not wave it, O'th sodaine whom shall I employ? I cannot Want friends ambitious of these engagements: The next I meet. Enter Confident. Confident? Hee has profest his soule was mine, I'le trie him for his body in this action. Yet he that is not honest, dares not fight sure. Con. My honorable Lord. Lo. Oh Master Confident, Your hopes thrive in your mistresse? Co. Your Lordship Was pleas'd to advance 'em, she affects my wit, And bold discourse, I turne and winde her soule, Shee loves mee infinitelie. Lo. I hope not, harke. Be not too forward, I'me acquainted with Her disposition, doe not flatter her, Nor seeme to dote, shee'le triumph then: if you Would make all sure, be rul'd by me, and slight her, And shee will court you, 'tis the tricke of Ladies, If you abuse her, 'twere not much amisse. I would not have the wench undoe her selfe Vpon this fellow. I advise the best And speediest way, for I expect your promise, When she is yours, to bring us more acquainted. Con. Be confident my Lord, good manners will Instruct me to allow you the first fruits, It was the fashion of our northerne Princes: And challenge it from your poore Homager. I shall be as warme the first night with her Land, And monie's. Then it seemes you have no hope To spring her sister. Lo. Since our last salute, Icicles hang upon my lippe. Con. My wife, for I Dare speake her so, with smiles shall chase That winter▪ and shoot spring throughout your blood; You shall not only from her lippe tast Cherries, But she shall plant 'em with her amorous kisse Vpon your owne, and they shall grow from thence To tempt the Queene of Love to Adonis garden: It shall bee happinesse enough for me, to watch The Hesperides, but in no Dragons shape, That you may rifle with securitie The golden Orchard, I shall boast enough By having an Elysium to serue you; Her eyes are wealth enough to me, above A rocke of Diamonds, her breath rich gummes Sweeter then those the Phenix makes her Altar, When she is her owne sacrifice, and fannes The glowing Pile with her gray wings; her voyce Enough for me, whose harmonie would build Vp Thaebes agen, and make it after move, And follow her; one touch of her soft palme Is health enough to me, and were I old As Eson, would restore my active nerves, And state my youth at thirtie: I can gather Warme Snow from her faire brow, her chin, her neck, And at my eyes drinke enough immortalitie: Sated with these, I'le finde new appetite, And come a wanton strawberying to her cheekes. Lo. No more, you have exprest in this your faith To me, which I am bound in honour to Acknowledge, and without more study, have A fit occasion to requite, and shew How neare I place your love, there is a difference Betweene another gentleman, and my selfe, Growne to a challenge, I must answer it, You that are so well read in bookes, cannot Be ignorant of man, I'le trust my life And honor with no second, but your selfe. Co. My Lord I see you know me, and am blest The chosen man to serue you, from a troupe Of lives at your command, I should have envied His fate, on whom else you had throwne this honor. Lo. Soresolute? you have not seene sir Walter Peregrine, Hee's return'd. Co. I heare some whisper— Lo. I have nam'd my enemie, the defyance comes from him. Co. Hee's jealous of his wife, good gentleman, And wod be a cuckold upon record. Lo. Call on mee An hower hence, I'le be at home, and use Your friendship for the burden of an answer. Exit. Co. I shall thinke Time hath lost his wings till then. He put me to it cunninglie, but his Discoverie releev'd me, though I make A noyse i'th Towne, and am admir'd for bouncing, I am coole enough i'th dogge-days: my Lords Scrivener. Enter Scrivener. Fortune presents him to my with, the man Of all World most usefull to my purpose. Scr. Master Confident, Rapture your most humble servant— Co. When saw you the squires Vayne-man, and Pumicestone? Scr. Not since I procur'd 'em a thousand pound, Co. Now you put me in minde of debts, has not Sir Walter Peregrine a name within Some list of yours? has he no creditors By your acquaintance? Scr. I beseech you doe not Vex me with his remembrance. I have pai'd Some monies for him, he has other friends That would be glad to embrace him. Co. Sure hee would not Be such a traytor not to secure thee. Scr. Would I could reach him. Co. Why hee is return'd, Within this foure and twentie howers, you may Salute him too. Alas, a summe may bee The ruine of thy fortunes, could he have So litle charitie? Scr. I would shew As much to him, if I could set my phangs on him. Co. I have ever wish'd thee well, and if thou darst Be secret, I'le direct thee to recover him, I cannot say the deb't; may be, the Knight Is poore still. Scr Hang him, Master Confident, It will refresh my hart to be reveng'd; Some say mens blood, I say their bones are sweetest. I'de make him an example, I'le not tell My shirt on't, how honest Master Confident? Enter Sir Walter. Co. Fate dotes upon thee, he, the very hee, Be art-full, j'le salute him, and delaie His pace with some discourse, whilst you Fetch shoulder-clappers, noble Sir Walter Peregrine, I feele a spring-tide in my hart of joy, Swell to congratulate your safe returne, The Towne has droup'd for your societie. Sir. You are still the eligant time wit, I am happy To witnesse both your braine, and body florish. Con. What news abroad? all expectation Is fixt upon this summers warre, wee breath Nothing but German aire, allthough the chance Of warre be uncertaine, you can tell which hand Is fortunate, how ha the Dice runne hitherto? Sir. Ther's not much wonne, or lost. Con. No Townes of note Taken? no convoyes of provision Cut off? Sir. Sir you are inquisitive, as if You would turne Gallobelgicus, I am On some affaires now, that importune their Dispatch, my stay being short I must attend them. Con. Nay prethee Knight be courteous, 'tis an age Since we converst, i'st true what lou'd fame scatters Of the great Generalls revolt? Sir. Wee have But the relation. Con. He is slaine for certaine. Sir. There was an execution. Con. And what treasure Was taken by the enemy? they talke Of Millions. Sir. Enough to keepe the Eagle In a good diet. I beseech you pardon me, We shall hereafter meete, and ha more freedome To enlarge our selves, & when you have my particulars, I will be bold to inquire in the Exchange Your newes at home. Con. I obserue trouble in you, I hope y'are in no danger. Sir. If you'le give mee The liberty of a subject, and allow me The Kings high way, I shall have lesse suspition, You wonot pay my debts. Con. I beg your pardon, Pray doe not wound my service to you with A jealous thought, I wonot for the World Engage you another minute. Enter Scriuener, and Officers. Now for the blood-hounds. Off. Sir, we arrest you Sir. Is the mischiefe falne? Off Your sword shall keepe the peace. Scr. 'Tis at my suite. Sir. Thyne? Scr. I doe but lead the dance to twenty more. Sir. Heare me, what's your demaund? let me not goe To prison. Scr, An action of a thousand pound more, For the Lord Fitzavarice. Sir. Ha? then I am betray'd, that Lord's a villaine, That I could reach his hart; release my body But for two howers, my soule be forfeited For ever, if I render not my selfe Your honest Prisoner. Scr. That were a pretty jest. Looke to your charge. Co. Here is a duell taken up discreetlie. Exit. Sir. Blacke Jew, base Lord, dam'd villaine. Scr. They can tame you. Exeunt▪ Enter Jacintha, Vaine-man Pamiceston. Ia. Why looke you gentlemen, I'le not puzzle you To finde out dangers, famine, fire, and sword, Or desperate things. Va. Trifles for thy sweet sake. Ps. I would not wish you, upon easie termes. Ia. To prevent these, I have thought a way my selfe, And with lesse cost, to try you, I have made A vow I wonot marrie these six monthes, During which time, if you dare for my sake Visit me every day, and never speake to me, Nor in my company to any other— Va. How Lady? Shall I not answer any gentleman Or Lady, that shall put a question to me? Ia. By no meanes. Va. You will give me leave to answer you, If you should aske me any thing. Ia. Not a syllable, Though I desir'd to know what a clocke 'tis, Ther's your obeydience, at six monthes end I may reward your silence. Pu. Shee'le make him the dumbe Knight. Ia. I wonot engage you to be a mute So long, you shall be allow'd to speake, and see me. Pu. You are noble Lady. Ia. But with this condition, That whatsoever I entreate you say Or doe, you put in act the contrary The very contrary, you understand mee. Pu. How's this? if you command me to affect you, What can I doe? Ia. I wonot bee so cruell. If these conditions please, you may proceed. Va. But harke you Lady, I may laugh before you, And in your absence have the libertie To use my tongue. Ia. What else, sir. Va. And when must I beginne to mumme. Ia. I'le tell you. Pu. Another word, If we be just to your commands, deere Lady, At six months end, how shall we both be satisfied? You have forgot the statute. Ia. Hee that shall Expresse most care to doe his penance for mee, Must be the man, I say no more, imagine. My Lord Fizavarice. Enter the Lord Fitzavarice. Now beginn's your triall. Lo. How fares your vertuous sister Ladie Peregrine? Ia. That Gentleman can tell you. Lo. He tell me? Ia. Yes, he had a message to deliver you. Vayne-m maks pi signes, shrings. Lo. Sir you much honour me. Ia. Nay, let him know't, here have beene turnes my Lord, Since you were here. Lo. Is shee in health; you doe not mocke mee? Ia. If you love me, tell him the whole storie, prethee, For my sake. Pu. How shee Jeeres him. Lo. Pox on your subtill shoulders, are you drunke? If I shall thinke you Jeere me, be still silent, I'le make you speake. Ia. Ha, ha. Hee kickes him, Vaine. Exit shaking his head, and shoulders. Pu. Ha, ha. Lo. What doe you laugh at? Pu. At his follie my noble Lord. Lo. 'Tis well you doe, sir, what's your meaning Lady? Ia. You shall know presentlie, if you intreate That Gentleman to stay. Lo. He is not going. Ia. But your commands upon him will make sure. Lo. Let me intreate you not to leave me, sir. Pu. I leave you my noble Lord? if everie sand Within my glasse, were a long life, I should Emploie 'em all in waiting on your Lordship. And thinke the time were poore, and short to serve you I leave you my good Lord? i'me not about it. Ia. Pray, sir, staie. Pu. Your Lordships humble servant, some affaires Presse my departure. Lo. You'le not mocke me, sir? Ia. You shall stay. Pu. Ladie I am gone, my Lord, I must beseech Your pardon, for the world, I dare not slippe A minute: Ia. Then go, you may go. Pu. Not for a Kingdome Lady, I will stay, And grow here for your service. Lo. How came these gentlemen by these strange humors? Ia. I'le tell you, sir. Enter Lady Plott, and Dormant. Dor.

Sir Solitary Plott, your husband and my worthy Lord and Master, commends his service to your Lordship, and praies you would please to accommodate him, with your Coach.

 Plo. This fellow's infected too with serious follie. Dor. Towards midnight hee does purpose to take the aire, And make some visites. Plo. Visites and aire at midnight? pray returne My Lord imbassador to sir Solitary, I will give order when I goe to Bed, To have the Coach made ready for his progresse. Stay, I have a great desire to see his worship, Has he the same complexion still? I prethee Leave of thy gravitie, and answer me, Is he in Bed? Dor. No Madam, a most strange Disaster broke his sleepe, and we shall be At counsell presentlie, do not I talke Allready like a states-man? Plo. It shall be so, come neerer. Lo. This your device: tis pleasant and persue it, Your sister— Enter Lady Bellamia. Plo. Bee you sure, and secure, Jacintha you must with me. Exit Dor. Ia. Whether? Plo. To my husbands Chamber. Lo. Madam, your husband is return'd I heare. Bel. I hope you have not met. Lo. Why noble Madam? Enter Vaine-man as peeping if my Lord were gone, and beckons to Pumicestone. Wee shall be friends if you have mercie, to Forgive what's past, my soule shall not deserue His ill opinion, I hope all is well betweene you two. Bel. No harts did ever meete More loving lie, untill he saw— Lo. What, Madam? Bel. The presents that you sent me. Lo. It was my feare. Ia. Servant. Pu. Madam. Ia. My dumbe Knight too, we shall have the more mirth. Ex. Bel. Would I had beene poore still, although you bring All innocent thoughts. My Lord, I must beseech you, Never to see me agen, oh never, sir, It will be dangerous to expresse your virtue, And every minute you staie here, is fatall, Alas I feare hee's come. Enter Confident. Co. My Lord, I have beene active, And all my bodies in a bath to finde you. Sir Walter Peregrine is arrested. Lo. How? Bel. Oh miserie of miseries! Lo. Looke to your mistresse. Exit Lady, and waiting-woman. Co. Her Ladiships pardon, I obseru'd not her So neere. 'tis verie certaine. Lo. I suspect This knave, alas poore gentleman, and yet Tis no mis-fortune to me, things considered: Now he is safe, and I may walke securelie; In Prison let him lie and coole his valour. I shall bee in charitie with the tribe of varletts, For this good turne, this taking him i'th nick, And owe the wretch a summe, for being so fortunate To set the Mastives on him, I owe thee too, For thy good newes, come Confident. Co. To my ambition. Dee heare my Lord, the good newes is not all You owe me for, I knew it would be gratefull; You owe me for the act, it was my wit Betri'd him to the arrest, held him in prate Whilst the honest Knave your Scrivener fetch'd the vultures With phangs keene as the Divells. Lo. How am bound to thee? Con. I knew t'was necessarie. Every man That vowes his service, has not that extent Of braine to bring about these fine things for you. What thinke you of the mamoseile, his wife now? You have no opportunitie, no power To humble her proud bodie, while her husband Setts up a friperie with his gaie wardrobe; Grows into new acquaintance with diseases, And comfortable vermine; breakes stone walls To shew the proverbe, and his hunger mightie; Curses his Starrs, and learnes to cant, and praise The steame of ale, with an unchristian tost in't; Doth reverence Barmudas, and the ghost Of cheese, with the Egyptian Idoll Onyous, And crusts to breake an Elephants tooth. All this I ha done for you, my good Lord, Lo. For which I must pronounce thee a rascall; sordid wretch, Was this your act for me? curse on thy soule for't, My honor bleeds to death, see me no more. Enter Scrivener▪ Scr. My Lord. Lo. You are come in a good time, sir. Co. Are you so cunning my yong Lord, I must make my Ladie Sure, ere hee talke, and tell her this; 'tis not' The constitution of everie Lord To take unkindlie when a man compounds A duell for him, if I bee driven too't I can forswear't agen. Let valiant fooles Brag of their soules no matter what they say, A coward dares in ill, do more then they. Exit. Enter Sir Walter Peregrine, Captaine, and under-Sheriffe. She. Tis all the favor I could shew him, sir, To make my house his Prison. Exit. Sir. Tis but hell, one storie higher. Cap. You must arme your selfe With noble fortitude, passion but unmans us, And makes us lesse for bearing. Sir. Dost thinke friend, The sense of all my debts could shake me thus? I knew 'twould come, and in my feares examined The mischiefe they present, 'tis not their weight Affrights me, let the vultures whet their Tallons, And creditors, with harts more stubborne, then The mettle they adore, double their malice, Had I a pile of debts upon me, more Heavie then all the World, it could, but with The pressure keepe this peece of earth beneath 'em, My soule would be at large, and feele no burden; That which I count my torture, exceeds all That yet has beene in mention. At a time, Almost the verie minute, when my hopes Were ripe to punish him, and revenge had mounted Her steelie arme whose fall had crush'd the soule Of my fames ravisher, to be snatched up By a wirle-wind thus, disarm'd of all my hopes, My hands bound up, not able to releeve My bleeding honour: this, this murders mee. And that all this should be his cursed plott, That gave me my first wound. Cap. Dee thinke my Lord Can shew himselfe so dishonorable? Sir. Can Lords Be cowards? dost not appeare, when I am persued By his owne blood-hounds? has he not laid on mee (And what may not by this example follow To sinke me to a dungeon) all the debts I owe him? nay is it not cleere, hee practises Intelligence abroad, provoking others To lay their summes upon me, that I may Consume a Prisoner, and assure his lust More scope to revell with my adulterous Madam, My wife whose name is torment to my hart, Bove all the engines ment to wound mankinde▪ Oh woman, that hast forfeited the glorie▪ Of thy creation, and become mans ruine. Cap. This is a circumstance I confesse, but yet Cannot make me conclude my Lord so ignoble: I know he had a wanton pile of flesh, But a more noble soule, then to betraie His enemie so baselie. Enter Sheriffe and Scrivener. Sir. Ist not mischife Enough to feele the crueltie of a prisoner, But that black fiend must presecute my eye-sight Th'adopted sonne of Lucifer? Scr. I have a letter from a noble friend of yours. Sir. Carry it to hell. She. Correct your passion, And leave your understanding free, to know Your happinesse, this man how e're your rage Let flie at him, will deserue better Character, When he appeares the meanes of your enlargment. Cap. How Master Sheriffe? Sir. He meanes of my enlargment? Take heede how you do mocke me, sir. She. Your Sword— Y'are free agen, each particle of a deb't discharg'd. Sir. By whom? She. Not a fee left unsatisfied. Sir. I am in a Wildernesse. Scr. You may come out when you please, if your worship Will be at leasure to peruse this paper, There is his name, hath beene at all this charge, Who has commanded me to aske your pardon, And on my knees I begge it, I am undone else, For ever with his Lordship. Sir. Cap. Lord Fitzavarice? Scr. It was without his knowledge, Master Confident Charm'd me into it, the divell did assist. Cap. The divell? Scr. Yes, we three, I am sorrie for it, And if your worship have occasion To use a hundred peeces more, I have'em Readie at your service, pray entreat him to Accept it, I expect no scribling for it, Nor use, nor principall, nor his word; but to My Lord, that I may be the driver still of all his monies. Cap. I was confident, and long since cleer'd his Lordship In my thoughts. Sir. Was there ever such a thing in nature? Cap. You must take the mans benevolence, He is undone else, come there is no harme in't. Scr. If they be not weight, I'le change 'em. Cap. No, no. Scr. I humblie thanke your worship. Exit and Sheriffe. Sir. I am all wonder. Reades, When you finde all things fairely discharged, though you ac∣quit not me, be pleased to continue a voluntary Prisoner for some few minutes, there is necessity we should discourse, and conclude something else for both our honours. Cap. You must pronounce him innocent, had he Beene coward, as you thought him, at lese charge He might ha sau'd his honor, and secur'd your absence. Sir. I beginne to be a sham'd, And my suspition cowardlie falls off; Yet certainelie all this proceeds not from Devotion to me, it is a bountie He lookes my wife should thanke him for, ha? Cap. Now I see all are your emptie jealousies, But thinke and be convinc'd, were his thoughts foule As you imagine to your Lady, it Had beene ridiculous to set you at libertie, The only barre to his designe, lust is not So tame, and foolish, common policie would have instructed him to have let you rather Languish, and rot in Prison, be collected, And thinke whom your false feares have injur'd, A noble wife and friend. Sir. I am too blame, This act hath made me understand two soules. I'le take 'em both to mine, and aske forgivenesse. Cap. Your Lady. Enter Lady Peregrine. Sir. Forgive me my Bellamia, Thou appearst white agen, and only I Blacke with my false suspitions of thy goodnesse, My Lord has given me a satisfaction Large as his virtue, welcome to my bosome, My best, my chast Bellamia. La. This is joy Able to drowne my poore hart, but is all This peace concluded? Sir. Thus agen confirm'd. La. Iust heaven hath heard my prayers, happy Bellamia. What riches I embrace, what worlds of treasures, In every kisse, how manie lives I take From those sweet smiles? Cap. Who could suspect this Ladie? Bel. But I am lost agen, in what place am I? I'st not a Prison? oh that sad thought shoots A trembling through me. Sir. All is cur'd agen. Bellamia I am free too, out of debt, Nay I did wonder at it. Bel. You amaze me. Sir. Wast not a brave Physitian, that could cure Two such distempers, when my soule, and fortune Lay gasping, to recover both? 'tis done, Done by thy friend, and mine, that honest Lord Hath paid all, to the scruple of a fee, What thanks shall we both pay him my Bellamia? Can he hath done this miracle, allow A place for lust within him? 'tis impossible. But he is comming hither, stay not thou, It will require more leasure to expresse Thy gratitude, returne, and tell thy friends The wonder first, that when I shall present His person next, they may have spacious soules, To admire and entertaine him. Bel. I obey you, Doe not allay this unexpected joy With a sad change good heaven. Exit Cap. You will expect him. Sir. Religiously, an age I'le wait for him, I prethee stay, and witnesse with what cheerfulnesse I'le aske his pardon. Cap. He is come. Enter Lord. Sir. My Lord, As you have made me object of your mercy, By such an act of bounty, as noe times Have gloried in, and in that showne the cleerenesse Of your braue soule, uncapable of staine, Still let it shine with charity, and make Mee confident of pardon, for an injurie I blush, and dare bleede for, to shew repentance. Lo. Are you then satisfied? Sir. I am my Lord. Lo. I was bold, but with no purpose to disparage Your credit, to discharge some trifling debts. Sir. They were great, my Lord, and must enlarge my ac∣knowledgment, you have oblig'd two lives to pray for you. Cap. And the whole age to admire. Lo. You would encourage mee. One word, your honor's safe agen. Sir. And happy. Lo. Mine suffers, 'tis but yong and growing on me, It bleeds by your suspition, I was bound To this expence, 'tis a malicious World, And men are apt to imagine, I was glad You were in prison, to preserue my skinne with some excuse, this brand must not come neere My forehead, though your sea be calme, I would not Have my fame lost i'th tempest of mens tongues, I have made no reply, in point of man, To your challenge, and the noyse may be dispers'd, Nor will what you are pleas'd to accept, render Me lesse unquestioned, but beget mens feares At a high rate I have brib'd your patience Baselie, perhaps, their impudence will reach To say, I have bought my passage to your Ladie, And your consent to'th shame, Sir. I will proclaime you Noble to all the World, and my preserver. Lo. Ther's nothing but your sword can doe me right, We shall not trouble seconds, if you please The Captaine stand for both, he is a gentleman Knowne trulie valiant, which implyes he cannot Deceive where he is trusted, I'le expect, You'le follow as you are a Gentlemen. Exit. Cap. He seemes troubled. What's the matter? Sir. Didst thinke it possible so faire a Skie Should be deliver'd of a tempest? Cap. How? Sir. I'le tell thee as we walke, thou must not leave us. That man is miserablie compel'd, that must, To save his fame, be to himselfe unjust. Exeunt. Actus Quintus. Enter Sir Solitarie, Dormant, and Oldrat. Dor. The Coach will be made readie. Sol. So, so, lett's thinke and talke of something else: Tim's precious, lett's talke wiselie, 'twill concerne us, My braine is not in tune about my nephew, Who knowes upon what plott he is sent hither, The Duch are grand projectors, letts examine Where he is gon now. Dor. My opinion is, to kill some body, or other. Sol. That would be knowne, and yet I heard a buzze, Some noble Man was aim'd at, we were best Say nothing, and discover him to the state, We may be else in danger, and made accessaries To the parricide, which is not as the vulgar Interpret, killing of a father, but Parem cedendo, killing of a Peere, A Peere o'th land, marke that. Old. I understand a Procedendo Well enough, but who shall serue the writ? Dor. Vnder your pardon, how can You prove he is a murderer, let him first kill Some bodie, no matter who it be, and then you may Discover him with a safe conscience. Old. Laughs. Sol. What's the matter. Old. I am of an opinion under correction that if wee Should discover him, wee should not carrie it so Privatelie, but it would be knowne, and then we shall Be in as much danger o'th tother side for concealing it. Dor. Laughs— Sol. Who's that? Dor. Now I thinke better on't, it cannot be conceal'd Vnder your favour fellow Oldrat, for if we do not Discover, the state will not be so wise, as we are, And then 'twere pitie o'their lives, besids If he go on to kill whom he list, and no bodie heare on't He may undoe the Towne by degrees in a moment, And neither we nor any that is hurt, the wiser for't. Old. Laughs agen. Sol. Who is it laughs? Old. Not I, sir, ha, ha. Dor. Nor I, sir, ha, ha. Sol. Stand both before me, is there not some spirit I'th roome? has not some conjurer a plot upon me? Cato was wise, and never laugh'd, but when Out of his casement, he beheld an Asse Eate Thistles, wher's the may-game? will none answer? Sure they did laugh at me, but I'le prevent 'em, And vex their spleenes, away. I wonot trust A laughing visard, ther's a killing face Behind it, oh the juggling of the World! Am I ridiculous at home? there is Some plot in agitation. I smell a Rat. Enter Dormant. Dor. If please you, sir, there is a dumbe Embassador desires to Speake with you. Sol. A dumbe Embassador? When does he looke for audience? of what nation? Where in the Map is dumbe-land? I should much Affect that Countrie, let him have accesse. Enter Vaineman. I understand you are a dumbe Embassador; Your businesse pray with me: you are no Lawyer, Nor no divine I take it, are there no women Non Magpies in your Countrie? Vaineman makes signes, and salutes him. Sol. This fellow must have a rare understanding, For nature recompenseth the defects Of one part, with redoundance in another: Blind men have excellent memories, and the tongue Thus indispos'd, ther's treasure in the intellect: Yet there may be a plott, hee's sent to obserue mee, A state spie, but I'le cozen his intelligence, And be as dumbe as he. They make signes one to another. Enter Pumiceston. Sol. What are you, sir? Pu. I am his interpreter. Sol. Oh then first answer me, how came he dumbe? Pu. With me lancholie, sir, he has a strange Humor to crosse the methode of the World. Sol. As how, sir? pray be plaine. Pu. Why; sir, to make The night his time for study, talke, or businesse, And never go to bed but in the morning. But keepe this to your selfe, for 'tis a secret. Sol. Study? what did he study praie o'th nights? Pu. Why plotts, nothing but plotts: he did suspect All mankinde, nay their shadowes in the hangings, If they but laid their heads together, were Dangerous, and talk'd treason, such a foole, A serious foole was never before extant. Enter Jacintha. Ia. How does my Solitary Uncle? Sol. Ha Cozen, forbeare, we are engag'd upon Affaires of weight, that's an Embassador. Ia. What language does he speake? Sol. None, none; but this is his interpreter. Ia. Interpreter, and yet he speaks no language. Sol. Hee'le over-heare you, 'tis a dumbe Embassador. I pray be gone, you are a woman, goe. Ia. And can you get no other company Then dumbe and mad-folkes? Sol. Who is mad? Ia. That Gentleman. Be you but master of some sense a while, I'le mak't appeare he has none. Come forward, sir, Doe you obserue his motion? I intreate He should come forward, and he plaies the crab. Stand still, sir, I beseech you. Pu. With your pardon I must be in action, it does stirre my blood, Which would congeale through cold else in my veins. Ia. If it be beneficiall to your body Practise this motion still. Sol. 'Tis very strange; He now appeares a statue: Are they not both mad? doe you thinke Jacintha They have no plott in this, how came they thus distracted? Ia. This grew mad with catching cold A bed, and lying from his wife. Sol. Cold causes are very dangerous. Ia. You are somthing guilty on't. Enter Lady Plott, Oldrat, Dormant. Noyse within. La. Pl. What if my husband be asleepe? Dor. Wee'le wake him. Old

Good Madam be not troublesome, doe not you know who I am? I charge you to resist us, come your waies, where; where be these traitors? let me see, where is sir Solitary? I thought he would ha shewne more wit then to concele traitors in his house.

 Sol. Traitors? Old. Traitors, we looke for, and traitors we will have, And they be above ground. Dor. I saw two suspitious persons come into the house with my Owne eyes, and they must out, there they are, I'le take My oath Master Constable. Ia. Master Vaineman, and Master Pumicestone you two suspected For traitors, oh the rotten harts of men! Old.

Reprehend them. Your good Knight must goe too, goe cheerfully 'twill be the better for you, if you discharge an honest conscience, you may have the favor to hang tell you be dead.

 La. Did ever any man was sure o'th gallowes, shake so? Ia. This fright may worke some good effect upon him, Many men have beene frighted from their witts, Having none left, why ist not possible He should be frighted backe againe into 'em? Va. One word I beseech you, 'tis time to speake. La. Pl. I hope you did not meane this for his cure, I am not so wearie cozen of my freedome. He that's full master of his reason, may Be master of his wife too, which I like not. Enter Lady Peregrine. Per. My Uncle, sister, Madam. Sir Ha more plotts? Ia. What's the news sister? you looke pleasantlie. Pu. Your face is full of sunshine Madam. Per. blesse me, but what are these? Old. We are subjects of command, shee'l discover us. Per. Men? apprehended? what new feares invade me? Dor. What shall we doe now? Ia. E'en what you please. Shee puls of their beards. Per, Why this is Dormant your servant Uncle. Old. Who would ha thought it? Per. And your name Oldrat, what's the matter gentlemen? Ha you an interlude? Pu. If they be no officers, we can be no traitors. Dor. Twas Mistris Jacintahs plott, we did but act it. Ia. I was desirous of a scene of mirth, How farre wee should ha driven it, I know not, Just so ridiculous are all your plotts Uncle, ha, ha. You had your parts my brace of learned gentlemen, Whom I doe discharge from feare and further penance. Per. Make not your selfe the generall derision, Your drudges mirth. La. Pl. Nay, let him have his humour. Ia. If you have still ambition to be laught at, And thinke it possible I can love such motleyes, Come thus a wooing every day, I shall finde Some tricke at last to make your worships famous. Va. What thinke you o'this? Pu.

One of us is sure to carry her, what thinke you o'th de∣vice, and the worst come to the worst, for the thousand pound?

 Va, We must agree, pay it, and be reveng'd. Pu. Doe not you thinke you have undone us now, And that we shall dispaire, and drowne our selves, Or slippe out of the World in a cleane halter? No, we will live to vex thee, for my part Because thou gavest me liberty to speake, To shew I scorne to obey thee, and in malice To thy injunction, I will never speake Agen, to any woman, in revenge, Exit. I'le be more dumbe then he was. Va. And because. Thou didst injoyne me silence, from henceforth I'le practise talke to weary all thy sex. I will be all, the everlasting talker, And raile upon all women, till I have worne My tongue to`th roote, I'le study presently A satyre that shall eate thee through the bones, And send thee first to an Hospitall. Ex. Sir. I see I am a foole, a melancholy Suspitious foole, and all my plotts are nothing. Ia. Lett's follow, and eyther make him mad outright, Or bring it to a cure, your part's not done yet. Exeunt. La. Pl. This will undoe me, now must I to Prison. Dor. What dost thou thinke they meane Oldrat? Old. I thinke? I hope they meane well. And lovingly, and let us like honest servants Into the sellar and pray for'em. Dor. A match. Exeunt▪ Enter Lord, Sir Walter, and Captaine. Sir. Then nothing will prevaile but we must fight? Lo. And no place more convenient, draw sir Walter, And Captaine, now indifferent friend to both, For I have no suspition thou canst slaine Thy selfe by partiality, witnes with The hart I bring, I have no thought so blacke, As murder, or revenge, but to preserue My honor, which no balme can cure, if once But the suspect of coward fall upon it. Sir I am not so unjust my Lord to doubt your courage. Cap. you have given proofe my Lord abroad, That you dare fight. Lo. Though I affect no glory From actions of this nature, yet the World At home must be convinc'd, our fame is lost else: Had Peregrine beene coward, or not knowne For valour, I had runne lesse hazard of My fame, by being silent, but as I am Beneath him in opinion, a yong man Circled with expectation of something, That must declare mee worthy of a name, And love of men, I must attempt this danger: But let me tell thee this, which perhaps may Render thy sword more fatall to mee, I Did love thy Lady with a sinfull purpose, Persued ever persecuted her chast soule, To satisfie my wantonnesse, but found An innocence so rich in her, as may Alone excuse the ill of all her sex, Nor has the goodnesse only the effect To preserue her, but it return'd my eyes With so much shame upon my selfe, that I Threw off my lust, and doted on her virtue, Heaven shut his mercy up if I dissemble, This injust obligation to cherish, I did reward with trifles, which perhaps Gave fewell to your jealousie, but know I have design'd a larger recompence, Which your sword may confirme to her in few minuts, For if I chaunce fall by it, shee is declar'd The heire to my estate, and she deserues it, Which sheele employ no question to assure Your peace, and pardon for my death, come on, sir. Sir. I am more lost then ever, let my wonder Be past, or you will fight against a man Whose soul's a great way off. Didst heare this Captaine? Cap. With pardon of your Lordship, since you have Declard so freely, what I thinke winnes credit With him too, your intentions to his Lady: There is no cause, you should engage your bloods, To any losse Sir. You are my preserver, sir, Make me not so ingratefull to advance My sword against your life, that gave me all The benefit of mine, I have assurance Enough of you, and my wives honor. Lo. Ther's A purse of gold is troublesome, it may Be usefull to'th surviver, come, sir, fight By thy owne Ladies virtue, I shall else provoke you rudelie. Sir. For her sake my Lord, we should bee friends. Lo. That wonot helpe my fame, Nor yours, if you regard what threatens it, I must not live upon the charity Of peoples tongues, their justice shall acknowledge I doe not feare to bleed, let it be argument To inflame thee, that thou majest be happyer Vpon my losse, since my last minute gives Thy wife possession of all my fortune. Sir. That rather charmes me from each violence. Lo. This must compell you then, till now I never Fight. Thought thee ingratefull, by thy fame I charge thee, By thy Bellamias love, fight not with pitty, Let me bee worthy at least to fall with honor, Fight so, as howsoever fate determine, I may get honor, though in death, and not Suffer without a wound. Fight both wounded. So her's some blood yet. Sir. I did but imitate my Lord your Character, Cap. Blood of both sides, nay then I interpose, As you are gentlemen, for other titles Weigh nothing here, be just to both your honors, You have done well, exceeding well, unlesse I shall conclude ther's malice on one side, Be your selves now, and on such noble termes Be reconcil'd agen, sir Walter is No enemy at hart, and the World must Be satisfied my Lord, in your just valor, Thinke what blest providence has mark'd you both For noble ends. Sir. I'le trust him with my sword, Which rather shall make next impression here, Then be his danger. Lo. I am overcome, take me thy Captiue. Sir. My most honord friend. Cap. So, so, 'tis faire on both sides, but my Lord, You bleed much, can you spare it. Lo. Well enough, I'le wait upon you home. Cap. First have a Surgeon. Lo. What for a serath? let me present thee safe, To thy Bellamia, shee but with a smile Can cure all wounds, come Captaine. Sir. Wee both waite on you. Exeunt▪ Enter Jacintha, and Lady Peregrine. Ia. You tell mee wonders. Bel, I shall much repent My discourse to thee, if it did not raise Thy admiration, 'tis a noble Lord, Thou art bound to make him restitution. Ia. Of what? Bel. Of fame, you were jealous of our honours. Ia. I have read the Chronicles, but never met With a yong Lord has done the like. Bel. To what Virtue in time will he grow to Jacintha? Ia. Virtue? ther's another thing, not usuall In men of his ranke, I allow a Gentleman To pay his owne debts, but another mans, Want's a record, besides all this, to love Another mans wife, a hansome woman too, And be at cost to keepe her honest? miracles. Bel. What joyes flow in my hart. Thou art sad fister. Ia. No sadnesse, but I have another passion, that troubles me. Bel. You'le bee in time converted, And leave your wild invectives against men, Tis possible you may marry, if you could Finde such another man to be your husband. Ia. No, I wood not. Bel. What? Ia. Finde such another man to be my husband. Bel. Thou woodst have him, how now my witty sister? Ia. It cannot be conceal'd. Bel. Has litle Cupid Beene practising with his bird-bolt, if thou bee'st not, I'le wish thee hartelie in love, to punish Thy want of charitie against all men And marriage, 'tis but justice, nay be not melancholie; He will be here presentlie. Ia. He shall be welcome. Bel. He shall. Ia. Be very welcome hither, he once said If I remember well, could he but love, He would marrie mee of all women alive. My fortun's not to bee dispisd, however My hart is rich enough, but it shall languish To death, ere I will tell him so. Enter Lord, Sir walter, and Captaine. Bel. But do'st love him Indeed? now but for pitie I could laugh. La. You may triumph sister, you have cause. Bel. And thou canst have no argument to despaire, Come shall I tell my Lord? Ia. What? Bel. That thou lovest him. Ia. Doe him not so much iniurie, my passion Can still walke in disguise, though I confesse Since your relation, 'tis become more troublesome To be confin'd, oh love! I never thought To have felt thy sting, I dare not stay to see him; I shall betray my selfe with many blushes: Farewell my Lord Fitzavarice. Lo. Not so Hee'le rather meet a welcome to his bosomo, Repent not Lady, y'are but lovinglie Betraid, and 'tis my happinesse, I should Have pleaded at this barre, in this prevention I am doubly blest, be constant, and devide With me both hart, and fortunes: thou must needs Be excellently good in being her sister. Ia. I must confesse my Lord, I honor you. But not for any titles, although some Woman may be allow'd the ambition, But for your noble nature. Lo. I am confirm'd. Sir W. But all is well agen, and must exalt Thy truer joyes by finding us both live, And knit into a peace no time can violate, Lo. Let me salute The Example of chast honor; Sister I now must call thee, and shall glorie To owne that title by Jacinthas love. Sir W. La. All blessings crowne your wishes. Cap. I have a hart to wish you joyes. Lo. They will bee all a debt To your noble care of us, Master Confident. Ia. One of my servants but not yet discharg'd. Enter Confident. Lo. You come to turne and winde this Ladies fancie With your wit now, but your devices fadge not, It is three minutes since shee was dispos'd of, And though my stocke of braine will not reach, to Make a large joynture of so many hundred Sonnets per annum, and rare Elegies, Some fresh, and some that ha laine 7. yeeres pickled, In other languages: yet sheele be content With a lesse witty fortune, my estate sir. Con. Tis happinesse enough for mee To snuffe your marriage Taper, whose bright shine Shall put out the Worlds eye. Lo. Spare, spare your fancies. But I'le not now arraigne you, if you meane To have me, know me agen, chafer some wit Away for honesty, I conceale your shame, Co. Ther's hope then of your pardon, when I rise From what has iustiie forfeited my name, To shew the World your childing is not lost, Your Lordship will not be asham'd agen To owne me for your servant. Lo. I shall be a glad witnes and admirer. How now, musicke? Musicke. Enter Dormant. Dor. Wilt please you gentlemen to have a Song. Sir Solitary, and my Lady are at it, he is growne The most Joviall gentleman—harke.

Song. La. Pl. Welcome welcome, agen to thy wits. This is a holy day. Sir Sol. I'le have no plotts, nor melancholy fitts But merily passe the time away: They are mad, that are sad. La. Pl. Bee ruld by mee; And none shall bee so merry as wee. Sir Sol. The kitchin shall catch cold no more. La. I'le have no Key to the buttery dore, Sir. The Fidlers shall sing, The House shall ring, And the World shall see. Both. What a merry couple. Merry couple. Couple, couple, wee will bee.

Enter sir Solitary, and his Lady. Sir. Wee are new married Gentlemen, I must Invite your Lordship for my guest. Your Tunes Are melancholie. Welcome home my wandring nephew; You shall bee welcome too, sir. Cap. I'me your servant. Sir. When shall we dance Jacintha? Lo. Sure this humor Is very yong, pray Madam is he serious? Is there no plott in this? La. Pl. Beyond my hope He is recover'd sir, and I must stand too't, And turne a miracle, a Lady huswife. Sir Sol. No more, least with the ioy I runne into A madnes worse, then melancholie, you tell Mee wonders: blesse my senses. And shall we dance? Lo. I am for any mirth, the day requires it, In which love too long blind hath found his eyes, And leads the way to his owne Paradise. FINIS. Epilogue. PRaise a faire day at night the Proverbe sayes, And 'tis the evening that must crowne all Playes. For although writers may bee first allowd, To speake themselves, their judgements are too proud That waving all authority beside Thinke 'tis enough when they are satisfied, Wee must appeale to you, vnles you smile Wee have but cherish'd vaine hopes all this while, But if you like, by this we shall best prove it, You'le follow The Example, if you love it.

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October 19. 1637. Tho. Wykes.