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THE WIDDOW A COMEDIE. As it was Acted at the private House in Black-Fryers, with great Applause, by His late MAJESTIES Servants.

Written by BEN: JOHNSON. Gent. JOHN FLETCHER. Gent. THO: MIDDLETON. Gent.

Printed by the Originall Copy.

LONDON, Printed for Humphrey Moseley and are to be Sold at his Shop, at the Sign of the Princes Arms in St. Pauls Church-yard. 1652.

 To the Reader.

COnsidering how the curious pay some part of their esteem to excellent persons in the carefull preservation but of their defaced statues, instead of decayed me∣dals of the Romans greatness, I believed it of more value to present you this lively piece, drawn by the art of Johnson, Fletcher, and Middleton, which is thought to have a neer resemblance to the por∣tracture we have in Terence of those worthy minds, where the great Scipio and Laelius strove to twist the Poets Ivy with the victors Bayes. As the one was de∣serv'd by their work in subduing their Countries ene∣mies, so the other, by their recreation and delight which was to banish that folly and sadness, that were worse than Haniball, or all the monsters and venome of Africa. Since our own Countrymen are not in any thing inferior, It were to be wished, they had but so much incourage∣ment, that the past licence and abuses charged on the Stage, might not ever be thought too unpardonable to pass in oblivion, and so good Laws and instructions for manners uncapable of being regulated, which if but ac∣cording to this pattern, certainly none need think himself the less a good Christian for owning the same desire as

Your humble Servant. Alexander Gough. The Persons of the Play. BRANDINO, an old Justice. MARTINO, his Clerk. FRANCISCO ATTILIO. 2 Gentlemen. 2 Old men Suters to the Widdow. RICARDO, A decayed young Gent. and Suter to the Widdow. ANSALDO, MARTIA disguis'd. LATROCINIO OCCULTO, SILVIO, STRATIO, FIDUCIO. Thieves. VALERIA, The Widow. MARTIA, Daughter to one of the old Suters and supposed a man. PHILIPPA, Justice BRANDINO's Wife. VIOLETTA, her waiting Maid. Officers. Servants. The Widdow. A COMEDIE. Actus 1. Scoena 1. Enter Signior MARTINO (an old Justices Clerk) and FRANCISCO. Fra. MArtino? [Table and Standish.] Mar. Signior Francisco? y'ar the luckiest Gentleman to meet Or see first in a morning: I never saw you yet But I was sure of money within less than half an hour. Fra. I bring you the same luck still. Mar. What you doe not? I hope Sir you are not come for an other Warrant? Fra. Yes faith, for an other Warrant. Mar.

Why ther's my dream come out then. I never dream'd of a buttock but I was sure to have money for a Warrant. It is the luckiest part of all the body to me: let every man speak as he finds. Now your Usurer is of opinion, that to dream of the Devill is your wealthier dream; and I think if a man dream of that part that brings many to the Devill, 'tis as good; and has all one smatch indeed; for if one be the flesh, th'others the broth: So 'tis in all his members and we mark it; if Gluttony be the meat, Leachery is the Porredge, they'r both boyld toge∣ther, and wee Clerks will have our modicum too, though it conclude in the two penny chop: Why Sir, Signior Francisco.

 Fra. 'Twas her voice sure, Or my soul takes delight to think it was, And makes a sound like hers. Mar. Sir, I beseech you. Fra. It is the prettiest contriv'd building, this: What Poesie's that I prethee? Mar. Which Sir, that Under the great brass Squirt? Fra. I that Sir, that Mar. From fire, from water, and all things amiss, Deliver the house of an honest Justice? Fra.

Ther's like to be a good house kept then, when fire and water's forbidden to come into the Kitchin. Not yet a sight of hir? this hour's unfortunate. And what's that yonder prethee? O loves famine, Ther's no affliction like thee. I, I hear you Sir.

 Mar. Y'ar quicker ear'd than I then: you hear me Before I heard my self. Fra. A gift in friendship Some call it an instinct. Mar. It may be Th' other's the sweeter phrase though; Look you Sir, Mine own wit this, and 'tis as true as turtle; A Goose-quill and a Clerk, a Constable and a Lanthorn, Brings many a Baud from Coach to Cart, and many a Thief to one turn. Fra. That one turn helpt you well. Mar.

'Tas helpt me to money indeed for many a Warrant. I am 40. dollars the better for that one-turn; and 'twould come off quicker 'twer nere a whit the worse for me. But indeed when Thieves are taken, and break away twice or thrice one after an other, ther's my gains; then goes out more Warrants to fetch'em agen: one fine nimble villain, may be worth a man ten dollars in and out a that fashion; I love such a one with my heart, I, and will help him to scape to, and I can; hear you me that: Ile have him in at all times at a months warning: nay, say I let him run like a Summer Nag all the Vacation: See you these blancks, Ile send him but one of these bridles, and bring him in at Michaelmas with a vengeance: nothing kils my heart, but when one of 'em dyes Sir; then ther's no hope of more money: I had rather lose at all times two of my best kindred, than an excellent Thief: for hee's a Gentleman I'm more beholding to.

 Fra. You betray your mystery too much Sir. Yet no comfort? 'Tis but her sight that I waste precious time for, For more I cannot hope for, she's so strict, Yet that I cannot have. Mar. I'm ready now Signior.

Here are blanck Warrants of all dispositions, give me but the name and nature of your Malefactor, and Ile bestow him according to his merits.

Fra. This only is th' excuse that bears me out, And keeps off impudence and suspition From my too frequent comming: what name now Shall I think on, and not to wrong the house? This Coxcomb wilbe prating.—One Astilio, His offence wilfull murder. Mar.

Wilfull murder? oh I love a life to have such a fel∣low come under my fingers; like a begger that's long a taking leave of a fat lowce, I'm loth to part with him, I must look upon him over and over first; are you wilfull? y'faith, ile be as wilfull as you then.

 [Philippa and Vio∣letta at a Window.] Phil. Martino? Mar. Mistrisse? Phil. Make haste, your Master's going. Mar. I'm but about a wilfull murder forsooth, Ile dispatch that presently. Phil. Good morrow Sir: oh that I durst saymore. Fra. 'Tis gone agen, since; such are all lifes pleasures, No sooner known, but lost; he that enjoys 'em The length of life, has but a longer dream, He wakes to this i'th end, and sees all nothing. Phil. He cannot see me now; ile mark him better Before I be too rash: sweetly compos'd he is; Now as he stands, he's worth a womans love, That loves only for shape, as most on's doe: But I must have him wise, as well as proper, He comes not in my Books else, and indeed I have thought upon a course to try his wit: Violetta. Viol. Mistrisse. Phil. Yonders the Gentleman agen. Viol. Oh sweet Mistrisse Pray give me leave to see him. Phil. Nay take heed, Open not the window and you love me. Viol. No, I've the view of whole body here, Mistrisse, At this pore little slit, oh enough, enough, In troth 'tis a fine out-side. Phil. I see that. Viol. Has curld his hair most judiciously well. Phil.

I ther's thy love, now, it begins in barbarism: she buys a Goose with feathers, that loves a Gentleman for's hair; she may be cozend to her face Wench. Away: he takes his leave. Reach me that letter hither, quick▪ quick Wench.

 Mar.

Nay look upon't, and spare not: every one cannot get that kind of Warrant from me Signior. Doe you see this prick i'th bottom, it betokens powr and speed, it is a privy mark, that runs betwixt the Constables and my Mr. Those that cannot read, when they see this, know 'tis for Leacherie or Murder, and this being away, the Warrant comes gelded, and insufficient.

 Fra. I thank you Sir, Mar. Look you; all these are Nihils, They want the punction. Fra. Yes, I see they doe Sir, Ther's for thy pains, mine must goe unrewarded. The better love, the worse by fate regarded. Exit. Mar.

Well, goe thy wayes, for the sweetest Costomer that ever Penman was blest withall: now will he come for an other to morrow agen; if he hold on this course, he will leave never a knave i'th town within this twelve month: no matter, I shalbe rich enough by that time.

 Phil. Martino? Mar. Say you forsooth. Phil. What paper's that the Gentleman let fall there? Mar. Paper? Tis the Warrant I hope, if it be ile hide it, and make him pay for't agen. No Pox: 'tis not so happy. Phil. What i'st Sirrah? Mar. 'Tis nothing but a letter forsooth. Phil. Is that nothing? Mar. Nothing, in respect of a Warrant Mistriss. Phil. A letter? why 'tas been many a mans undoing Sir. Mar. So has a Warrant, and you goe to that Mistriss. Phil, Read but the superscription; and away with't: Alas it may concern the Gentleman neerly. Mar. Why Mistriss, this letter is at home already. Phil. At home, how mean your Sir? Mar.

You shall hear Mistriss. To the deservingst of all her Sex, and most worthie of his best respect and love, Mrs. Philippa Brandino.

 Phil. How Sir, to me? Mar. To you Mistriss. Phil. Run, as thou lov'st my honour, and thy life, Call him agen, Ile not endure this injury: But stay, stay now I think on't, 'tis my credit, Ile have your Masters Counsell: ah base fellow To leave his loose lines thus; 'tis even as much As a poor honest Gentlewomans undoing, Had I not a grave wiseman to my Husband: And thou a vigilant varlet to admit Thou car'st not whom Mar. 'Las 'tis my office Mistriss. You know you have a Kirtle every year, And 'tis within two months of the time now,

The velvets comming over: pray be milder; a man that has a place must take money of any body: please you to throw me down but half a dollar, and Ile make you a warrant for him now, that's all I care for him.

 Phil. Well, look you be cleer now from this foul conspiracie Against mine honour; or your Masters love to you That makes you stout, shall not maintain you here; It shall not: trust to 't.— Exit. Mar. This is strange to me now: Dare she doe this, and but eight weeks to New-years tide? A man that had his blood as hot as hers now, would fit her with French Velvet: Ile goe neer it. Phil. If this be a wrong to modest reputation [Enter Bran∣dino (the Ju∣stice) and [Philippa. Be you the censurer Sir, that are the Master Both of your fame and mine. Bran. Signior Francisco? Ile make him fly the land. Mar. That will be hard Sir; I think he be not so well feather'd Master, H'as spent the best part of his patrimonie. Phil. Hark of his bold confederate. Bran. There thour't bitter; And I must chide thee now. Phil. What should I think Sir? He comes to your man for Warrants. Brand. There it goes then; Come hither knave: Comes he to you for Warrants? Mar. Why, what of that Sir? You know I give no Warrants to make Cuckolds, That comes by fortune, and by nature Sir. Bran. True, that comes by fortune, and by nature; Wife Why do'st thou wrong this man? Mar.

He needs no Warrant Master, that goes about such bu∣siness, a Cuckold-maker carrys always his warrant about him.

 Bran. La: has he answered well now? to the full? What cause hast thou t' abuse him? Phil. Hear me out I pray: Through his admittance, h'as had opportunitie To come into the house, and court me bodly. Bran. Sirrah, y'ar foul agen me thinks. Mar. Who I Sir? Bran. You gave this man admittance intoth'house. Mar. That's true Sir, you never gave me any order yet To write my Warrants ith' street. Bran. Why sure thou tak'st delight to wrong this fellow, Wife: Hah, cause I love him. Phil. Pray see the fruits: see what has left behind here: Be angry where you should be: there's few Wives Would doe as I doe Bran. Nay Ile say that for thee I ne'r found thee but honest. Phil. She's a beast That ever was found otherwayes. Bran. Read Martino, Mine eyes are sore already, and such business Would put'em out quite Mar. Fair, dear and incomparable Mistrisse,— Bran. Oh! every letter draws a tooth me thinks. Mar. And it leads mine to watring. Phil. Here's no villanie? Mar.

My love being so violent, and the opportunitie so pretious in your husbands absence to night, who as I under∣stand takes a journy this morning.

 Bran. Oh plot of villany. Phil. Am I honest think you Sir? Bran. Exactly honest, perfectly improov'd: on, on Martino. Mar.

I will make bold dear Mistresse, though your chastity has given me many a repulse, to wait the sweet blessings of this long desired opportunitie, at the back gate, between nine and ten this night.

 Bran. I feel this Ins-a-Court man in my Temples. Mar.

Where if your affection bee pleas'd to receive me, you receive the faithfullest that ever vow'd service to wo∣man—Francisco.

 Bran. I will make Francisco smart for't. Phil. Shew him the letter, let him know, you know him; That will torment him: all your other courses Are nothing Sir to that: that breaks his heart. Bran. The strings shall not hold long then: Come Martino. Phil. Now if Francisco have any wit at all, He comes at night; if not, he never shall. Exeunt. Scoena. 2. Enter FRANCISCO and RI∣CARDO and ATTILIO. Ric.

Nay mark, mark it Francisco: It was the naturalest cur∣tesie that ever was ordaind; A young Gentleman being spent, to have a rich Widow set him up agen: to see how fortune has provided for all mortalities ruins; your College for your old standing Scholer, your Hospitall for your lame creeping Souldier, your Baud for your mangled Rorer, your open house for your Beggar, and your Widow for your Gentleman: ha Francisco?

 Fra. I Sir, you may be merry: you'r in hope of a rich Widow. Ric.

And why shouldst not thou be in hope of an other, if there were any spirit in thee, thou art as likely a fellow as any is in the company. Ile be hang'd now if I doe not hit the true cause of thy sadness; and confess truly y'faith; thou hast some land unsold yet, I hold my life.

 Fra. Mary I hope so Sir. Ric.

A Pox ont, have I found it? 'slight away with't with all speed man. I was never merry at heart while I had a foot: why man, Fortune never minds us, till we are left alone to our selves: for what need she take care for them, that doe nothing but take care for themselves? why, do'st think if I had kept my lands still, I should ever have look'd after a rich Widow? alas, I should have married some poor young Maid, got five and twenty children, and undone my self.

 Fra.

I protest Sir, I should not have the face though, to come to a rich Widow with nothing

 Ric.

Why, art thou so simple, as thou mak'st thy self? do'st think y'faith I come to a rich Widow with nothing?

 Fra. I mean with state not answerable to hers. Ric. Why ther's the fortune, man, that I talkd on; She knows all this, and yet I am welcome to her. Fra. I▪ that's strange Sir. Ric.

Nay more to pierce thy hard heart, and make thee sell thy land if thou'st any grace: she has 'mongst others two substantiall Suters,

One, in good time bee't spoke, I owe much money to, She knows this too, and yet I'm welcome to her, Nor dares the unconscionable Rascall trouble me; Sh'as told him thus, those that profess love to her Shall have the libertie to come and goe, Or else get him gone first; she knows not yet Where fortune may bestow her, she's her gift, Therefore to all will shew a kind respect. Fra. Why this is like a woman: I ha' no luck in't. Ric. And as at a Sheriffs table, O blest custome, A poor indebted Gentleman may dine, Feed well, and without fear, and depart so, So to her lips, fearless I come and goe? Fra. You may well boast, y'ar much the happier man Sir Ric. So you would be, and you would sell your land Sir Fra. I have heard the circumstance of your sweet fortunes: Prethee give ear to my unlucky tale now. Ric. That's an ill hearing; but come on for once Sir. Fra. I never yet lov'd but one Woman. Ric. Right, I begun so too; but I have lov'd a thousand since. Fra. Pray hear me Sir; but this is a mans wife. Ric. So has five hundred of my thousand been. Fra. Nay see and you'l regard me. Ric. No? you see I doe, I bring you an example in for every thing. Fra. This mans wife Ric. So you said. Fra. Seems very strict Ric. Ha, humh. Fra. Doe you laugh at that? Ric. Seems very strict you said, I hear you man, y'faith you are so jealous still. Fra. But why should that make you laugh? Ric. Because she seems so: you'r such an other— Fra. Nay Sir, I think she is. Ric. You cannot tell then. Fra. I dare not aske the question I protest For fear of a repulse, which yet not having. My mind's the quieter, and I live in hope still. Ric. Ha, hum: this 'tis to be a landed man. Come, I perceive I must show you a little of my fortune, and instruct you: Not aske the question? Fra. Me thought still she fround Sir? Ric. Why that's the cause fool, that she look'd so scurvily. Come, come, make me your woman, you'l ne'r do't else, Ile shew you her condition presently.

I perceive you must begin like a young Vaulter, and get up at horse-tail, before you get into the saddle; have you the boldness to utter your mind to me now, being but in hose and doublet? I think if I should put on a Farthingale, thou wouldest never have the heart to do't.

 Fra. Perhaps I should not then for laughing at you Sir. Ric. In the mean time I fear I shall laugh at thee without one. Fra. Nay you must think friend, I dare speak to a woman. Ric. You shall pardon me for that friend; I will not think it, till I see't. Fra.

Why you shall then: I shalbe glad to learn too, Of one so deep as you are.

 Ric.

So you may Sir; Now 'tis my best course to look mild∣ly, I shall put him out at first else.

 Fra. A word, sweet Lady. Ric. With me Sir? say your pleasure. Fra. O Ricardo, Thou art too good to be a woman long. Ric. Doe not find fault with this, for fear I prove Too scornfull, be content when y'ar well us'd. Fra. You say well Sir. Lady I have lov'd you long. Ric. 'Tis a good hearing Sir. If he be not out now ile be hang'd. Fra.

You play a scornefull woman? I perceive Ricardo, You have not been us'd to 'em: why ile come in at my pleasure with you: alas 'tis nothing for a man to talk, when a woman gives way too't: one shall seldome meet with a Lady so kind, as thou playdst her.

 Ric.

Not altogether perhaps: he that draws their pictures must slatter 'em a little, they'l look he that plays 'em should doo't a great deal then.

 Fra. Come, come ile play the woman, that I'm us'd too, I see you ne'r wore shooe that pincht you yet, All your things comes on easie. Ric. Say you so Sir? Ile try your Ladiship 'faith: Lady well met. Fra. I doe not think so Sir. Ric. A scornefull Gom,

And at the first dash too: my Widow never gave me such an an∣swer, ile to you agen Sir.

Fairest of creatures, I doe love thee infinitely. Fra. Ther's no body bids you Sir. Ric.

Pox on thee thou art the beastliest crossest Baggage that ever man met withall; but ile see thee hang'd sweet Lady ere I be daunted with this: why thou'rt too awkward Sirha.

 Fra. Hang thee base fellow. Ric. Now by this light, he thinks he do'st indeed, Nay then have at your plumb-tree faith, ile not be foild,

Though you seem to be careless Madam, as you have enough wher∣with all to be, yet I doe, must, and will love you.

 Fra. Sir, if you begin to be rude, ile call my woman. Ric.

What a pestilent Queans this? I shall have much adoe with her I see that; tell me as y'ar a woman Lady, what serve kisses for? but to stop all your mouths.

 Fra. Hold, hold Ricardo. Ric. Disgrace me VVidow. Fra. Ait mad, I'm Francisco? Atta. Signior Ricardo, up, up. Ric. VVho is't Francisco? Fra. Francisco quoth a? what are you mad Sit? Ric.

A bots on thee, thou do'st not know what injury thou hast done me, I was i'th' fairest dream, this is your way now, and you can follow it.

 Fra. 'Tis a strange way me thinks. Ric. Learn you to play a woman not so scornfully then, For I am like the Actor that you spoke on, I must have the part that overcomes the Lady, I never like the Play else.—Now your friendship, But to assist a subtle trick I ha' thought on, And the rich VVidows mine within these three hours. Att. Fra. VVe should be proud of that Sir. Ric. List to me then. Ile place you too, I can do't handsomly I know the house so well, to hear the conference 'Twixt her and I, she's a most affable one, Her words will give advantage, and ile urge 'em To the kind proof, to catch her in a Contract, Then shall you both step in as witnesses, And take her in the snare. Fra. But doe you love hir? And then 'twill prosper. Ric. By this hand I doe, Not for her wealth, but for her person too. Fra. It shalbe done then. Ric. But stay, stay Francisco, Where shall we meet with thee some two hours hence now? Fra. Why hark you Sir. Ric. Enough, command my life, Get me the widow, ile get thee the wife. [Exit. Ricardo & Attalio.] Fra Oh that's now with me past hope; yet I must love her, I would I could not do't. [Enter Brandino and Martino.] Mar. Yonder's the villain Master. Bran. Francisco; I am happy. Mar.

Let's both draw Mr. for ther's no body with him; Stay, stay Mr.

Doe not you draw till I be ready too, Let's draw just both together, and keep ev'n. Bran. What and we kill'd him now, before he saw us? Mar. No, then he will hardly see to read the letter. Bran. That's true: good counsell marry. Mar.

Marry thus much Sir, You may kill him lawfully, all the while he's a reading on't, as an Anabaptist may lie with a Brothers wife, all the while he's a sleep.

 Bran. He turns; he looks: Come on Sir, you, Francisco, I lov'd your father well, but you'r a villain: He lov'd me well too; but you love my wife Sir, After whom take you that? I will not say Your Mother plaid false. Fra. No Sir, you were not best. Bran. But I will say, in spight of thee, my wife's honest. Mar. And I, my Mistriss. Fra. You may, ile give you leave. Bran. Leave, or leave not, there, she defies you Sir; Keep your adulterous sheet to wind you in, Or cover your forbidden parts at least, For fear you want one; many a leacher may That sins in Cambrick now. Mar. And in Lawn too Master. Bran. Nay read, and tremble Sir. Mar.

Now shall I do't Mr? I see a piece of an open seam in his Shirt, shall I run him in there, for my Sword has ne'r a point.

 Bran. No, let him foam a while. Mar.

If your Sword be no better than mine, we shall not kill him by daylight, we had need have a Lanthorn.

 Bran. Talk not of Lanthorns, he's a sturdy Lecher, He would make the horns fly about my ears. Fra. I apprehend thee: admirable woman, Which to love best I know not; thy wit, or beauty. Bran. Now Sir, have you well viewd your bastard there, Got of your lustfull brain? give you joy on't. Fra. I thank you Sir, although you speak in jest, I must confess, I sent your wife this letter, And often courted her, tempted, and urg'd her. Bran. Did you so Sir? Then first before I kill thee, I for-warn thee my house▪ Mar.

And I before I kill thee, for-warn thee my office; dye to morrow next, thou never getst Warrant of me more, for love, or money.

 Fra. Remember but agen, from whence I came Sir, And then I know you cannot think amiss of me. Bran. How's this? Mar. Pray hear him: it may grow to a peace:

For Mr. though we have carried the business nobly, we are not altogether so valiant as we should be.

 Bran. Peace, thou sayst true in that: what is't you'ld say Sir? Fra. Was not my Father, (quietness be with him) And you sworn Brothers? Bran. Why Right: that's it urges me. Fra. And could you have a thought that I could wrong you, As far as the deed goes? Bran. You took the course Sir. Fra. To make you happy, and you rightly weighd it. Mar. Troth ile put up at all adventures Mr. It comes off very fair yet. Fra. You in years Married a young Maid: what do's the world judge think you? Mar. Birlady Mr. knavishly enough I warrant you, I should doe so my self. Fra. Now to damp slander, And all her envious and suspitious brood, I made this friendly tryall of her constancy, Being Son to him you lov'd; that now confirm'd I might advance my Sword against the world In her most fair defence, which joys my spirit. Mar. Oh Mr. let me weep while you embrace him. Bran. Francisco; is thy fathers soul in thee? Lives he here still? what, will he shew himself In his male seed to me? give me thy hand, Me thinks it feels now like thy fathers to me, Prethee forgive me. Mar. And me to, prethee. Bran. Come to my house, thy father never miss'd it. Mar. Fetch now as many Warrants as you please Sir, And welcome too. Fra. To see how soon mans goodness May be abus'd. Bran. But now I know thy intent Welcome to all that I have. Fra. Sir, I take it: A gift so given, hang him that would forsake it. Exit. Bran. Martino, I applaud my fortune, and thy Counsell. Mar. You never have ill fortune when you follow it. Here was things carried now, in the true nature of a quiet Duello; A great strife ended, without the rough Souldier, or the— And now you may take your journy. Bran. Thou art my glee Martino. Exeunt. Finis Actus Primi. Actus 2. Scaena 1. Enter VALERIA the Widow and a Servant. Val. SErvellio. Ser. Mistris. Val. If that fellow come agen, Answer him without me: ile not speak with him. Ser. He in the Nutmeg-colourd band forsooth. Val. I, that spic'd-Coxcomb Sir: Never may I marry agen If his right worshipfull idolatrous face Be not most fearfully painted, painted, so hope comfort me, I might perceive it peel in many places, And under's eye, lay a betraying fowlness, As Maids sweep dust o'th' house, all to one corner, It shewd me enough there, prodigious pride That cannot but fall scornfully. I'm a woman, Yet I praise heaven, I never had the ambition To goe about to mend a better Workman, She ever shames her selfi'th' end, that do's it. He that likes me not now, as heaven made me, I will never hazard hell to doe him a pleasure; Nor lye every night like a Woodcock in past To please some gaudy Goose i'th' morning: A wise man likes that best, that is it self, Not that which onely seems, though it look fairer; Heaven send me one that loves me, and I'm happy, Of whom ile make great tryall ere I have him, Though I speak all men fair, and promise sweetly, I learn that of my Suitors, 'tis their own, Therefore injustice 'twere to keep it from 'em. Enter RICARDO. Ric. And so as I said sweet Widow. Val. Doe you begin where you left Sir? Ric.

I alwaies desire when I come to a Window, to begin i'th' middle of a sentence, for I presume she has a bad memory of a woman that cannot remember what goes before.

 Val. Stay, stay Sir, let me look upon you well, Are not you painted too? Ric. How, painted, Widow? Val. Not painted Widow, I doe not use it trust me Sir. Ric. That makes me love thee. Val. I mean painted Gentleman, Or if you please to give him a greater stile Sir; Blame me not Sir, its a dangerous age I tell you, Poor simple dealing women had need look about 'em. Ric. But is there such a fellow in the world, Widow, As you are pleas'd to talk on? Val. Nay, here lately Sir. Ric.

Here? a Pox, I think I smell him, 'tis Vermillion sure, ha: oil of Ben, doe but show him me Widow, and let me never hope for comfort, if I doe not immediatly gueld him, and grind his face upon one o'th' stones.

 Val.

Suffices y'have exprest me your love and valour, and man∣ly hate against that unmanly pride: but Sir, ile save you that la∣bour, he never comes within my dore agen.

 Ric.

Ile love your dore the better while I know't Widow; a pair of such Brothers were fitter for Postes without dore indeed, to make a shew at a new-chosen Magistrates gate, than to be us'd in a Womans Chamber: No, sweet Widow, having me, y'have the truth of a man, all that you see of me, is full mine own, and what you see, or not see, shall be yours: I ever hated to be behol∣ding to art, or to borrow any thing but money.

 [Francisco and Attilio: stand unseen.] Val. True, and that you never use to pay agen. Ric. What matter i'st? if you be pleas'd to do't For me, I hold it as good. Val. Oh, soft you Sir I pray. Ric. Why 'yfaith you may and you will. Val. I know that Sir. Ric. Troth, and I would have my will then if I were as you. Ther's few women else but has. Val.

But since I cannot hav't in all Signior, I care not to have it in any thing.

 Ric. Why you may hav't in all, and you will Widow. Val. Pish, I would have one that loves me for my self Sir, Not for my wealth: and that I cannot have. Ric. What say you to him that do's the thing you wish for? Val. Why here's my hand, ile marry none but him then. Ric. Your hand, and faith. Val. My hand, and faith. Ric. 'Tis I then. Val. I shalbe glad on't trust me: shrew my heart else. Ric. A match. [Enter Fran∣cisco and At∣tilio. Fra. Give you joy, sweet Widow. At. Joy to you both. Val. How? Ric. Nay, ther's no starting now, I have you fast Widow, You'r witness Gentlemen. Fra. Att. Wee'l be depos'd on't. Val. Am I betraid to this then? then I see 'Tis for my wealth; a womans wealth's her Traitour. Ric. 'Tis for love chiefly, I protest sweet Widow, I count wealth but a fiddle to make us merry. Val. Hence. Ric. Why thou'rt mine. Val. I doe renonunce it utterly. Ric. Have I not hand and faith? Val. Sir, take your course. Ric. With all my heart; ten courses and you will Widow. Val. Sir, Sir, I'm not so gamesome as you think me, Ile stand you out by law. Ric. By Law? O cruell merciless woman, To talk of law, and know I have no money. Val. I will consume my self to the last stamp, Before thou gett'st me. Ric.

'Life, ile be as wilfull then too: Ile rob all the Carriers in Christendome, but ile have thee, and find my Lawyers money:

I scorn to get thee under forma pauperis, I have too proud a heart, and love thee better. Val. As for you Gentlemen, ile take course against you; You came into my house without my leave; Your practices are cunning, and deceitfull; I know you not, and I hope law will right me. Ric. It is sufficient that your husband knows 'em, 'Tis not your business to know every man, An honest wife contents her self with one. Val. You know what you shall trust to, pray depart Sir, And take your rude confederates along with you, Or I will send for those shall force your absence: I'm glad I found your purpose out so soon. How quickly may poor women be undone. Ric.

Lose thee? by this hand ile fee fifteen Counsellours first, though I undoe a hundred poor men for 'em, and ile make 'em yaul one an other deaf, but ile have thee.

 Val. Me? Ric. Thee. Val. I, fret thy heart out. Exit. Fra. Were I he now Il'd see thee starve for man before I had thee. Val. Pray counsell him to that Sir, and ile pay you well. Fra. Pay me? pay your next husband. Val. Doe not scorn't gallant: a worse woman than I, Has paid a better man than you. Enter two old Suiters. 1 Why how now sweet Widow? Val. Oh kind Gentlemen, I am so abus'd here. Ambo. Abus'd? Val. What will you doe Sirs? put up your weapons. 2 Suiter.

Nay, they'r not so easily drawn, that I must tell you you, mine has not been out this three ears; mary in your cause Widow, 'twould not be long a drawing. Abus'd? by whom Widow?

 Val. Nay, by a begger. 2 Suiter.

A begger? Ile have him whipt then, and sent to the house of Correction.

 Val. Ricardo? Sir. 2 Suiter.

Ricardo? nay by'th' masse, he's a Gentleman beg∣ger, he'l be hang'd before he be whipt. Why you'l give me leave to clap him up I hope?

 Val. 'Tis too good for him; that's the thing he would have, He would be clapt up whether I would or no methinks; Plac'd two of his companions privatly, Unknown to me, on purpose to entrap me In my kind answers, and at last stole from me, That which I fear will put me to some trouble, A kind of verball curtesie, which his witnesses And he forsooth call by the name of contract. 1 Suiter. O politick villain, Val. But I am resolv'd Gentlemen, If the whole power of my estate can cast him, He never shall obtain me. 2 Suiter. Hold you there Widow, Well fare your heart for that y'faith. 1 Suiter. Stay, stay, stay, You broke no gold between you? Val. We broke nothing Sir. 1 Suiter. Nor drunck to one an other? Val. Not a drop Sir. 1 Suiter. Y'ar sure of this you speak? Val. Most certain Sir. 1 Suiter. Be of good comfort wench, ile undertake then At mine own charge to overthrow him for thee. Val. O doe but that Sir, and you bind me to you, Here shall I try your goodness. I'm but a woman, And alas, ignorant in Law businesses, Ile bear the charge most willingly. 1 Suiter. Not a penny, Thy love will reward me. Val. And where love must be, It is all but one purse now I think on't. 1 Suiter. All comes to one, sweet Widow. 2 Suiter. Are you so forward? 1 Suiter. I know his mates Attilio and Francisco, Ile get out process and and attach 'em all, Wee'l begin first with them. Val. I like that, strangely. 1 Suiter. I have a daughter run away I thank her, Ile be a scourge to all youth for her sake: Some of 'em has got her up. Val. Your daughter? what Sir? Martia. 1 Suiter. I a shake wed her, I would have married her to a wealthie Gentleman, No older than my self, she was like to be shrewdly hurt Widow. Val. It was too happy for her. 1 Suiter. I'm of thy mind. Farewell sweet Widow, ile about this strait, Ile have 'em all three put into one Writ, And so save charges. Val. How I love your providence. Exit. 1 Suiter. 2 Suiter. Is my Nose board? Ile cross ye both for this, Although it cost me as much o'th'other side, I have enough, and I will have my humour. I may get out of her, what may undoe her too; Hark you sweet Widow, you must now take heed, You be of a sure ground, hee'l overthrow your else. Val. Marry fair hope forbid. 2 Suiter.

That will he: mary le' me see, le' me see: pray how far past it between you and Ricardo?

 Val. Farther Sir Than I would now it had, but I hope well yet. 2 Suiter. Pray let me hear't: I've a shrewd ghesse o'th' Law. Val. Faith Sir, I rashly gave my hand and faith To marry none but him. 2 Suiter. Indeed? Val. I, trust me Sir. 2 Suiter. I'm very glad on't, I'm an other witness, And he shall have you now. Val. What said you Sir. 2 Suiter. He shall not want money in an honest cause Wi∣dow, I know I have enough, and I will have my humour. Val. Are all the world betrayers. 2 Suiter. Pish, pish, Widow. Y'have borne me in hand this three months, and now fobd me I've known the time when I could please a woman, Ile not be laught at now; when I'm crost, I'm a Tiger; I have enough, and I will have my humour. Val. This only shows your malice to me Sir, The world knows you ha' small reason to help him, So much in your debt already. 2 Suiter. Therefore I do't, I have no way but that to help my self; Though I lose you, I will not lose all Widow; He marrying you, as I will follow't for him, Ile make you pay his debts, or lye without him. Val. I lookd for this from you. Exit. 2 Suiter. I ha' not deceiv'd you then: Fret, vex, and chafe, I'm obstinate where I take. Ile seek him out, and cheer him up, against her, I ha' no charge at all, no child of mine own, But two I got once of a scowring woman, And they'r both well provided for, they'r i'th' Hospitall: I have ten thousand pound to bury me, and I will have my hu∣mour. Exit. Scaena 2. Enter FRANCISCO. Fra. A man must have a time to serve his pleasure, As well as his dear Friend, I'm forc'd to steal from 'em, To get this night of sport for mine own use▪ What says her amiable witty letter here? 'Twixt nine and ten, now 'tis 'twixt six and seaven, As fit as can be; he that follows Lecherie, Leaves all at six and seaven, and so doe I me thinks: Sun sets at eight, its 'bove an hour high yet, Some fifteen mile have I before I reach her, But I've an excellent horse; and a good gallop, [Enter 1 Suiter with Officers.] Helps man as much as a provoking Banquet. 1 Suiter. Here's one of 'em, begin with him first Officers. Officer. By vertue of this writ we attach your body Sir. Fra. My body? 'life, for what? 1 Suiter. Hold him fast Officers. Officer The least of us can do't, now his Sword's off Sir, We have a trick of hanging upon Gentlemen, We never lose a man. Fra. O treacherous fortune, Why what's the cause? 1 Suiter. The Widow's business Sir, I hope you know me? Fra. For a busie Coxcomb, This fifteen year, I take it. 1 Suiter. Oh y'ar mad Sir, Simple though you make me, I stand for the Widow. Fra. She's simply stood for then: what's this to me Sir, Or she, or you, or any of these flesh-hooks? 1 Suiter. Y'ar like to find good bayl before you leave us, Or lye till the Suit's tride. Fra. O my loves misery. 1 Suiter.

I'm put in trust to follow't, and Ile do't with all severitie;

Build upon that Sir. [Enter Ricardo and Attillio.] Fra. How I would curss my self. Ric. Look, here's Francisco, Will you believe me, now you see his qualities? Attilio. 'Tis strange to me. Ric. I tell you 'tis his fashion, He never stole away in's life from me, But still I found him in such scurvie Companie; A pox on thee Francisco wilt never leave thy old Tricks, are these lowsy Companions for thee? Fra. Pish, pish, pish. 1 Suiter. Here they be all three now: 'prehend 'em Officers. Ric. What's this? Fra. I gave you warning enough to make away, I'm in for the Widows business, so are you now. Ric.

What, all three in a nooze? this is like a Widows busi∣ness indeed.

 1 Suiter. Sh'as catchd you Gentlemen, as you catchd her, The Widow means now, to begin with you Sir. Ric.

I thank her heartily, sh'as taught me wit: for had I been any but an ass, I should ha' begun with her indeed: by this light, the Widows a notable House-wife, she bestirs her self, I have a greater mind to her now thau e'r I had: I cannot goe to prison for one I love better I protest, that's one good comfort, And what are you I pray Sir, for a Coxcomb?

 1 Suiter. It seems you know me by your anger Sir. Ric. I've a neer ghess at you Sir. 1 Suiter. Ghess what you please Sir, I'm he ordaind to trounce you, and indeed I am the man must carry her. Ric. I, to me. But Ile swear she's a beast, and she carry thee. 1 Suiter. Come, wher's your Bail Sir, quickly, or away. Ric. Sir, I'm held wrongfully, my Bayls taken already. 1 Suiter. Where i'st Sir, where? [Enter 2 Suiter.] Ric.

Here they be both: pox on you, they were taken before I'd need of 'em, and you be honest Officers let's Bail one another, for by this hand, I doe not know who will else:—'odds' light is he come too? I'm in for midnight then, I shall never find the way out agen: my debts, my debts:

 I'm like to dye i'th' hole now. 1 Suiter. We have him fast old Signior, and his Consorts, Now you may lay action on action on him. 2 Suiter. That may I Sir, y'faith. 1 Suiter. And I'ld not spare him Sir. 2 Suiter. Know you me Officers? Officer. Your bounteous worship Sir. Ric. I know the rascall so well, I dare not look upon him. 2 Suiter. Upon my worth deliver me that Gentleman. Fra. Which Gentleman? 2 Suiter. Not you Sir, y'ar too hastie; No, nor you neither Sir: pray stay your time. Ric. Ther's all but I now, and I dare not think he means me. 2 Suiter. Deliver me Ricardo. Ric. O sure he lyes. Or else I doe not hear well. Officer. Signior Ricardo. Ric. Well, what's the matter? you may goe, who let's you? Officer. It is his worships pleasure Sir to Bayl you. Ric. Bayl me? 2 Suiter. I will, I Sir, look in my face man, Thou'st a good cause, thoul't pay me when thour't able? Ric. I, every penny, as I am a Gentleman. 2 Suiter. No matter if thou do'st not, then, Ile make thee, And that's as good at all times. 1 Suiter. But I pray Sir, You goe against the Hair there. 2 Suiter. Against the Widow you mean Sir, Why 'tis my purpose truly, and against you too, I saw your politick Combination, I was thrust out between you: here stands one Shall doe as much for you, and he stands rightest, His cause is strong and fair, nor shall he want Money, or means, or friends, but he shall have her, I've enough, and I will have my humour. 1 Suiter. Hang thee; I have a purss as good as thine. Ric. I think they'r much alike, they'r rich knaves both. 'Heart, and I take your rayling at my Patron Sir, Ile cramp your joynts. 2 Suiter. Let him alone sweet honey, I thank thee for thy love though. Ric. This is wonderfull. Fra. Oh Ricardo, 'Tis seaven, struck in my pocket: I lose time now. Ric. What sayst Francisco? Fra. I ha' mighty business, That I ne'r thought on: get me Baild, I'm spoild else. Ric. Why you know, 'tis such a strange miraculous curtesie, I dare not be too forward, to aske more of him, For fear he repent this, and turn me in agen. Fra. Doe somewhat and you love me. Ric. Ile make tryall 'faith May't please you Sir:—'life if I should spoil all now? 2 Suiter. What sayst Ricardo? Ric. Only a thing by'th'way Sir, Use your own pleasure. 2 Suiter. That I like well from thee. Ric. 'Twere good, and those two Gentlemen were Bayld too, They'r both my witnesses. 2 Suiter. They'r well, they'r well: And they were Bayld, we know not where to find 'em, Let 'em goe to prison, they'l be forth-comming the better, I have enough, and I will have my humour. Ric. I knew there was no more good to be done upon him, 'Tis well I've this, heav'n knows I never lookt for't. Fra. What plaguy luck had I to be ensnar'd thus? Officer. O, patience. [Enter Brandino and Martino.] Fra. Pox O your comfortable ignorance. Bran. Martino, we ride slow. Mar. But we ride sure Sir, Your hastie riders often come short home Mr. Bran. 'Bless this fair companie. Fra. Here he's agen too, I am both sham'd, and cross'd. Bran. See'st thou who's yonder, Martino? Mar. We ride slow, ile besworn now Mr. Bran. How now Francisco, art thou got before me? Fra. Yes, thank my fortune, I am got before you. Bran. What no? in hold? Ric. I, o' my troth poor Gentleman, Your worship Sir, may doe a good deed to Bayl him. Bran. Why doe not you do't then? Mar. La you Sir now, my Mr. h'as that honestie He's loth to take a good deed from you Sir. Ric. Ile tell you why I cannot, else I would Sir. Fra. Luck I beseech thee, If he should be wrought to Bail me now, to goe to His wife, 'twere happiness beyond expression. Bran. A matter but of controversie. Ric. That's all, trust me Sir. Bran. Francisco shall ne'r lye for't; he's my friend, And I will Bayl him. Mar. He's your secret friend Mr. Think upon that. Bran. Give him his liberty Officers, Upon my perill, he shalbe forth comming. Fra. How I am bound to you? 1 Suiter. Know you whom you cross Sir? 'Tis at your Sisters sute, be well advis'd Sir, Bran. How, at my Sisters sute? take him agen then. Fra. Why Sir, doe you refuse me? Bran. Ile not hear thee. Rich. This is unkindly done sir. 1 suter. 'Tis wisely done sir. 2 suter. Well shot, foul malice. 1 suter. Flattery stinks worse sir. Ric. You'l never leave till I make you stink as bad sir. Fran. Oh Martino, have I this for my late kindness? Mar. Alas poor Gentleman, dost complain to me? Thou shalt not fare the worse for't: Hark you Master, Your sisters sute said you? Bran. I sir, my wifes sister. Mar. And shall that dant you Master? think agen, Why wer't your mothers sute; your mothers sute, Mark what I say, the dearest sute of all sutes, You'r bound in conscience sir to bayl this Gentleman. Bra. Yea, am I so, how proov'st thou that Martino? Mar. Have you forgot so soon, what he did lately? Has he not tri'd your wife to your hand master? To cut the throat of slander and suspition; And can you do too much for such a man? Shall it be said, I serve an ingratfull master? Bran. Never Martino; I will bayl him now, And 'twere at my wives sute. Fra. 'Tis like to be so. Mar. And I his friend, to follow your example Mr. Fra. Precious Martino. 1 suter. Y'ave done wondrous well sir. Your sister shall give you thanks. Ric. This makes him mad sir. 2 suter. Wee'l follow't now toth' proof. 1 suter. Follow your humour out, The widdow shall find friends. 2 suter. And so shall he sir, Mony and means. Ric. Hear you me that old huddle. 2 suter. Mind him not, follow me and ile supply thee, Thou shalt give all thy Lawyers double fees, I've burryed mony enough to burry me, And I will have my humour. Exit. Bran. Fare thee well once again my dear Francisco, I prethee use my house. Fran. It is my purpose sir. Bran. Nay you must do't then; though I am old, I'm free. Exit Mar. And when you want a warrant, come to me. Exit. Fra. That will be shortly now, within this few hours. This fell out strangely happy. Now to horse, I shall be nighted; but an hour or two Never breaks square in love; he comes in time That comes at all; absence is all loves crime. Exit. Finis Actus Secundi. Actus 3. Scaena 1. Enter OCCULTO, SILVIO, and two or three other Thieves. Occulto. COme, come, let's watch th'event on yonder hill, If he need help, we can releive him sudainly. Sil. I, and with safetie too, the hill being watcht Sir. Occ. Have you the Blew cotes and the Beards? Sil. They'r here Sir. Occ. Come, come away then, a fine Cock shoot evening. Exit. Enter Latrocinio the chief Thief, and Ansoldo. La. sings. Kuck before, and Kuck behind, &c. Ans. Troth y'ar the merriest, and delightfulst company Sir, That ever Traveller was blest withall, I praise my fortune that I overtook you Sir. La. Pish, I've a hundred of 'em. Ans. And beleeve me Sir, I'm infinitely taken with such things. La. I see ther's musick in you, you kept time me thought Prety and handsomly with your little hand there. Ans. It only shews desire, but troth, no skill Sir. La. Well, while our horses walk down yonder hill Sir, Ile have an other for you. Ans. It rids way pleasantly. La. Le' me see now: one confounds an other sir, Y'have heard this certainly: Come my daintie Doxes. Ans. Oh, that's all the Country over sir, Ther's scarce a Gentlewoman, but has that prickt. La. Well, here comes one I'm sure you never heard then. Song. I keep my Horse, I keep my Whore, I take no Rents, yet am not poor; I traverse all the Land about, And yet was born to never a foot: With Partridge plump, with Woodcock fine I doe at midnight often dine; And if my Whore be not in case, My Hostesse daughter h'as her place; The Maids sit up, and watch their turns, If I stay long the Tapster mourns; The Cook-maid has no mind to sin, Though tempted by the Chamber lin; But when I knock, oh how they bustle, The Ostler yawns, the Geldings justle. If Maid but sleep, oh how they curse hir! And all this comes of, Deliver your purse sir. Ans. How Sir? La. Few words: quickly come, deliver your purse sir. Ans. Y'ar not that kind of Gentleman, I hope sir, To sing me out of my money? La. 'Tis most sit Art should be rewarded: you must pay your Musick sir Where ere you come. Ans. But not at your own carving. La. Nor am I cōmon in't: Come, come your purse sir. Ans. Say it should prove the undoing of a Gentleman? La. Why sir, doe you looke for more conscience in us, than In Usurers? young gentleman, y'have small reason for that y'faith. Ans. There 'tis, and all I have; and so truth comfort me, All I know where to have. La. Sir, that's not written In my belief yet; search, 'tis a fine evening, Your horse can take no harm: I must have more sir. Ans. May my hopes perish, if you have not all sir, And more I know than your compassionate charitie Would keep from me, if you but felt my wants. Ans. Search, and that speedily: if I take you in hand, You'l find me rough, me thinks men should be rul'd, When they'r so kindly spoke too, fy upon't. Ans. Good fortune, and my wit assist me then, A thing I took in haste, and never thought on't: Look sir, I've search'd, here's all that I can find, And you'r so covetous, you will have all you say, And I'm content you shall, being kindly spoke too. La. A pox o' that young devill of a handfull long. That 'as fraid many a tall thief from a rich purchase. Ans. This, and my money sir, keeps company; Where one goes, th'other must; assure your soul They vow'd never to part. La. Hold, I beseech you sir. Ans. You rob a prisoners box, and you rob me, sir. La. There 'tis agen. Ans. I knew 't would never prosper with you; Fy, rob a younger Brother, oh take heed sir, 'Tis against nature that, perhaps your Father Was one sir, or your Uncle, it should seem so By the small means was left you, and lesse manners. Goe, keep you still before me, and do you hear me; To passe away the time to the next Town, I charge you sir, sing all your Songs for nothing— Lat. Oh horrible punishment.—A Song: [Enter Stratio.] Stra. Honest Gentleman. Ans. How now, what art thou? Stra. Stand you in need of help? I made all haste I could, my Master charg'd me. A Knight of worship; he saw you first assaulted. From top of yonder hill. Ans. Thanks honest friend. La. I taste this trick already.— Exit. Stra. Look, hee's gone sir, Shall he be stop'd; what is he? Ans. Let him goe sir; He can rejoyce in nothing, that's the comfort. Stra. You have your purse still then? Ans. I, thanks fair fortune, And this grym handfull. Stra. We were all so fraid o'you, How my good Lady cri'd Ohelp the gentleman, 'Tis a good woman that: but you'r too mild sir, You should ha' markt him for a villain 'faith Before h'ad gone, having so sound a means too. Ans. Why there's the jest man; he had once my purse. Stra. Oh▪ villain, would you let him scape unmasacred? Ans. Nay, hear me sir, I made him yield it streight agen, And so hope blesse me, with an uncharg'd Pistoll. Stra. 'Troth I should laugh at that. Ans. It was discharg'd Sir, Before I medled with't. Stra. I'me glad to hear't. Ans. Why how now, What's your will? Stra. Hoh, Latrocinio, Occulto, Silvio.— [Enter Latrocinio and the rest, Occulto, Sil∣vio, Fiducio.] La. What are you caught sir? Stra. The Pistoll cannot speak. La. He was too young, I ever thought he could not; yet I fear'd him. Ans. Y'have found out waies too merciless to betray Under the veil of friendship, and of charitie. La. Away sirs, bear him in to th' next Cops, and strip him. Stra. Brandino's Copps, the Justice? La. Best of all sit, a man of law? A Spider lies unsuspected in the corner of a buckeram bag, man. Ans. What seek you sirs? take all and use no crueltie, La. You shall have Songs enough. Song. How round the world goes, and every thing that's in it, The Tydes of gold and silver, ebb and flow in a minute: From the Usurer to his Sons, there a current swiftly runs, From the Sons to Queans in chief, from the gallant to the Thief, From the Thief unto his Host, from the Host to Husband-men; From the Country to the Court, and so it comes to us agen. How round the world goes, and every thing that's in it, The Tides of gold and silver, ebb and flow in a minute. Exeunt. Enter PHILIPP A and VIOLETTA above at the Window. Phil. What time of night is't? Viol. Time of night doe you call't? Its so late, 'tis almost early Mistriss. Phil. Fy on him, ther's no looking for him then; Why sure this Gentleman apprehends me not. Viol. 'Tis happy then y'arrid of such a fool Mistriss. Phil. Nay sure Wench, if he find me not out in this Which were a beaten path to any wiseman, Ile never trust him with my reputation; Therefore I made this tryall of his wit, If he cannot conceive what's good for himself, He will worse understand what's good for me. Viol. But suppose Mrs. as it may be likely, He never saw your letter? Phil. How thou plyest me, With suppositions? why I tell thee wench, Tis equally as impossible for my husband To keep it from him, as to be young agen, Or as his first wife knew him, which he brags on For bearing children by him. Viol. Ther's no remedy then, I must conclude Francisco is an Ass. Phil. I would my letter, wench, were here agen, I'ld know him wiser ere I sent him one; And travail some five year first. Viol. So h'ad need methinks, To understand the words, methinks the words Themselves should make him do't, had he but the perseverance Of a Cock sparrow, that will come at philip, And can nor write, nor read poor fool, this Coxcomb He can doe both, and your names but Philippa, And yet to see, if he can come when's calld, Phil. He never shall be calld agen for me sirha. Well, as hard as the world goes, wee'l have a Song we nch, Wee'l not sit up for nothing. Viol. That's poor comfort though. Phil.

Better then any's brought, for ought I see yet? So set to your Lute.

Song. 1 If in this question I propound to thee Be any, any choice, Let me have thy voice. 2 You shall most free. I Which hadst thou rather be If thou might choose thy life, A Fools, a fools Mistriss, Or an old mans wife? 2 The choice is hard, I know not which is best, One ill y'ar bound too, and I think that's least. 1 But being not bound, my dearest sweet, I could shake off the other. 2 Then as you lose your sport by one, You lose your name by t'other. 1 You counsell well, but love refuses, What good counsell often chooses. [Enter Ansaldo in his Shirt.] Ans. I ha' got my self unbound yet: merciless villains, I never felt such hardness since life dwelt in me; 'Tis for my sins: That light in yonder Window That was my only comfort in the woods, Which oft the trembling of a leaf would lose me, Has brought me thus far, yet I cannot hope For succour in this plight, the world's so pittiless, And every one will fear or doubt me now: To knock will be to bold, ile to the gate, And listen if I can hear any stirring. [Enter Francisco. Fra. Was ever man so cross'd? no 'tis but sweat sure, Or the dew dropping from the leaves above me, I thought'thad bled agen: these wenching businesses Are strange unlucky things, and fatall fooleries, No mar'l so many gallants die ere thirtie, 'Tis able to vex out a mans heart in five year, The crosses that belong to't: first arrested, That set me back two mangey hours at least, Yet that's a thing my heat could have forgiv'n, Because arresting, in what kind soever, Is a most Gentleman-like affliction: But here, within a mile o'th' town forsooth, And two mile off this place, when a mans oath Might ha'been taken for his own securitie, And his thoughts brisk, and set upon the business, To light upon a roguy flight of Thieves, Pox on'em, here's the length of one of their whistles, But one of my dear Rascals, I pursued so, The Gaol has him, and he shall bring ou'ts fellows: Had ever young mans love such crooked fortune? I'm glad I'm so neer yet; the Surgeon bad me too Have a great care; I shall never think of that now. Ans. One of the Theeves come back agen? Ile stand close; He dares not wrong me now, so neer the house, And call in vain 'tis, till I see him offer't. Fra. 'Life, what should that be? a prodigious thing Stands just as I should enter, in that shape too, Which alwaies appears terrible. What ere it be, it is made strong against me By my ill purpose. For'tis mans own sin That puts on armor upon all his evils, And gives them strength to strike him: were it less Then what it is, my guilt would make it serve; A wicked mans own shadow has distracted him: Were this a business now to save an honour, As 'tis to spoil one, I would pass this then Stuck all hels horrors i'thee: now I dare not. Why may't not be the spirit of my Father That lov'd this man so well, whom I make haste Now to abuse? And I have been cross'd about it Most fearfully hitherto, if I well think on't; Scap'd death but lately too, nay most miraculously; And what do's fond man venture all these ills for, That may so sweetly rest in honest peace? For that which being obtaind, is as he was To his own sence but remov'd neerer still To death eternall: what delight has man Now at this present, for his pleasant sin Of yesterdaies committing? 'las, 'tis vanish'd, And nothing but the sting remains within him. The kind man baild me too; I will not do't now And 'twere but only that: how blest were man, Might he but have his end appear still to him, That he might read his actions i'th' event? 'T would make him write true, though he never meant. Whose Check so ere thou art, Fathers, or Friends, Or Enemies, I thank thee, peace require thee; Light, and the lighter Mistris both farewell. He keeps his promise best that breaks with hell. ..Exit. Ans. He's gone to call the rest, and makes all speed, Ile knock what ere befalls, to please my fears, For no compassion can be lesse than theirs. Phil. He's come, he's come; oh are you come at last sir? Make little noise, away, he'll knock agen els. Ans. I should have bin at I stria by day-break too, Neer to Valerias house the wealthy Widowes, There waites one purposely to doe me good. What will become of me? [Enter Vi∣oletta.] Viol. Oh, y'ar a sweet Gallant, this your hour? Give me your hand; come, come sir, follow me, Ile bring you to light presently: softly, softly sir. Exeunt. [Ent. Phi∣lippa be∣low.] Phil. I should ha' given him up to all my thoughts The dullest young man, if he had not found it; So short of apprehension, and so worthless, He were not fit for womans fellowship; I've been at cost too for a Banket for him; Why't would ha' kill'd my heart, and moste specially To think that man should ha'no more conceit; I should ha' thought the worse on's wit for ever, And blam'd mine own for too much forwardness. [Enter Vio∣letta.] Viol. Oh Mistris, Mistris. Phil. How now, what's the news? Viol. Oh, I was out of my wits for a minute and a half. Phil. Hah? Viol. They are scarce setled yet Mistris. Phil. What's the matter? Viol. Doe you ask that seriously? Did you not hear me squeak? Phil. How? sure thou'rt out of thy wits indeed. Viol. Oh, I'm well now, To what I was Mistris. Phil. Why where's the gentleman? Viol. The gentleman's forth-comming, and a lovely one, But not Francisco. Phil. What sai'st, not Francisco? Viol. Pish, hee's a coxcomb, think not on him Mistris. Phil. What's all this? Viol. I'ave often heard you say, ye'ad rather have A wise man in his shirt than a Fool featherd, And now fortune has sent you one, a sweet young gentleman, Rob'd ev'n to nothing but what first he brought with him, The slaves had stript him to th' very shirt Mistris, I think it was a shirt, I know not well, For Gallants wear both now adayes. Phil. This is strange. Viol. But for a face, a hand, and as much skin As I durst look upon, hee's a most sweet one; Francisco is a child of Egypt to him: I could not but in pitty to th' poor gentleman, Fetch him down one of my old Masters Suits. Phil. 'Twas charitably done, Viol. You'ld say Mistris, if you had seen him as I did. Sweet youth, Ile be sworn Mistris hee's the loveliest Proper'st young gentleman, and so you'l say your self, If my Masters clothes do not spoil him, that's all the fear now, I would't had been your luck to have seen him Without'em, but for scarring on you. Phil. Go, pre'thee fetch him in whom thou cōmend'st so, Exit Viol. Since fortune sends him surely wee'll make much on him; And better he deserves our love, and welcome, Than the respectless fellow 'twas prepar'd for; Yet if he please mine ese never so happily, I will have tryall of his wit, and faith, Before I make him partner with my honour, 'Twas just Francisco's case, and he deceiv'd me; Ile take more heed o'th' next sor't; perhaps now To furnish his distress, he will appear Full of fair promising Courtship; but Ile prove him then For a next meeting, when he needs me not, And see what he performs then when the storm Of his so rude misfortunes is blown over, And he himself agen: A distrest mans flatteries Are like vowes made in drink, or bonds in prison, There's poor assurance in 'em: when hee's from me, And in's own powr, then I shall see his love. [Enter ANSALDO and VIOLETTA.] 'Masse here he comes. Ans. Never was star-cross'd gentleman More happy in a curteous virgins love, Than I in yours. Viol. I'm sorry they'r no better for you, I wish'd 'em hansomer, and more in fashion, But truly Sir, our house affords it not: There is a Suit of our Clerks, hangs i'th' garret, But that's far worse than this, if I may judge With modestie of mens matters. Ans. I deserve not This, dear, and kind gentlewoman, is yond' your Mistris? Phil. Why trust me, here's my Husband young agen, It is no sin to welcome you, Sweet gentleman. Ans. I am so much indebted, curteous Lady, To the unmatched charitie of your house, My thanks are such poor things they would but shame me. Phil. Beshrew thy heart for bringing o'him: I fear me I have found wit enough already in him, If I could truly but resolve my self My husband was thus handsome at nineteen, 'Troth I should think the better of him at fourscore now. Viol. Nay Mistris, what would he be, were he in fashion, A hempen curse on those that put him out on't, That now appears so handsome, and so comely in clothes Able to make a man an unbeleever, And good for nothing but for shift, or so If a man chance to fall i'th' ditch with better? This is the best, that ever I mark'd in 'em, A man may make him ready in such clothes Without a candle. Phil. I for shame of himself Wench. Viol. My Master do's it oft in winter mornings, And never sees himself till he be ready. Phil. No, nor then neither, as he should do Wench. I am sorry gentle Sir, we cannot shew you A curtesie, in all points answerable To your undoubted worth: your name I crave sir. Ans. Ansaldo, Lady. Phil. 'Tis a noble name Sir. Ans. The most unfortunate now. Viol. So doe I think truly As long as that Suites on. Phil. The most unfitting, And unprovidest sir of all our curtesies, I doe presume is that y'have past already, Your pardon but for that, and wee'r encourag'd. Ans. My faithfull service, Lady. Phil. Please you Sir To taste the next a poor slight Bancket, for sure I think you were▪ Unluckily prevented of your supper sir. Ans. My fortune makes me more than amends Lady, In your sweet kindnesse, which so nobly shown to me, It makes me bold to speak my occasions to you: I am this morning, that with cleerness now So chearfully hastens me, to meet a Friend Upon my states establishing, and the place Ten mile from hence: oh, I am forc'd unwillingly To crave your leave for't, which done I return In service plentifull. Phil. Is't so important? Ans. If I should fail, as much as my undoing. Phil. I think too well of you, to undo you sir, Upon this small acquaintance. Ans. My great happiness. Phil. But when should I be sure of you here agen sir? Ans. As fast as speed can possibly return me. Phil. You will not fail? Ans. May never wish goe well with me then. Phil. There's to bear charges sir. Ans. Curtesie dwells in you. I brought my horse up with me from the woods, That's all the good they left me, 'gainst their wils too, May your kind breast never want comfort Lady, But still supply'd, as liberally as you give. Phil. Farewell sir, and be faithfull. Ans. Time shall prove me. Exit Ans. Phil. In my opinion now, this young mans likeliest To keep his word, he's modest, wise, and curteous; He has the language of an honest soul in him: A womans reputation may lye safe there, I'm much deceiv'd else, h'as a faithfull eye If it be well observ'd. Viol. Good speed be with thee sir; He puts him to't y'faith. Phil. Violetta. Viol. Mistriss. Phil. Alas, what have we done wench? Viol. What's the matter Mistriss? Phil. Run, run, call him agen; he must stay tell him; Though it be upon's undoing, wee'r undone else, Your Masters cloaths, their known the Country over. Viol. Now by this light that's true, and well remembred, But ther's no calling of him, he's out of sight now. Phil. Oh what will people think? Viol. What can they think Mistriss? The Gentleman has the worst on't: were I he now I'ld make this ten mile, forty mile about Before Il'd ride through any market town with 'em. Phil. Will he be carefull think'st? Viol. My life for yours Mistriss. Phil. I shall long mightily to see him agen. Viol. And so shall I, I shall nev'r laugh till then. Exeunt. Finis Actus Tertii. Actus 4. Scaena 1. Enter RICARDO and 2 Suter at one dore, and VALERIA, and 1 Suter at another dore. Ric. IT goes well hitherto, my sweet Protector. 2 Suter. I, and shall still to th' end, to th' end my honey, Wherefore have I enough, but to hav't goe well sir? 1 Suter. My whole State on't; thou overthrowst him Widow. Val. I hope well still sir. 1 Suter. Hope? be certain Wench: I make no question now, but thou art mine, As sure as if I had thee in thy night-geer. Val. By'r Lady, that I doubt Sir. 1 Suter. Oh 'tis cleer wench By one thing that I markt. Val. What's that good sweet sir? 1 Suter. A thing that never faild me. Val. Good sir, what? 1 Suter. I heard our Counsellour speak a word of comfort Invita voluntate, hah, that's he wench, The word of words, the precious chiefy's faith. Val. Invita voluntate, what's the meaning sir? 1 Suter. Nay there I leave you, but assure you thus much, I never heard him speak that word i' my life, But the cause went on's side, that I market ever. 2 Suter. Doe, doe, and spare not: thou wouldst talk with her. Ric. Yes, with your leave, and liking. 2 Suter. Doe, my adoption, My chosen child, and thou holdst so obedient Sure thou wilt live, and cozen all my kindred. Ric. A Childs part in your love, that's my ambition sir. 2 Suter. Goe, and deserve it then: please me well now; I love wrangling a life Boy; ther's my delight, I have no other venery but vexation, That's all my honey now: smartly now to her, I've enough and I will have my humour. Ric. This need not ha'been Widow. Val. You say right sir. No, nor your treacherie, your close conspiracie Against me for my wealth, need not ha' been neither. Ric. I had your fairly, I scorn treacherie To your woman that I never ment to marry, Much more to you whom I reserv'd for wife. Val. How, wise? Ric. I, Wife, Wife, Widow, be not ashamd on't, It's the best calling ever woman came to, And all your grace indeed, brag as you list. 2 Suter. Ha, ha. Val. I grant you sir, But not to be your wife. 1 Suter. Oh, oh. Ric. Not mine? I think 'tis the best bargain That ere thou mad'st i'thy life, or ever shall agen, When my heads laid: but that's not yet this threescore year, Let's talk of neerer matters. Val. Y'ar as neer sir As ere y'ar like to be, if Law can right me. Ric. Now before conscience, y'ar a wilfull housewife. Val. How? Ric. I, and I fear you spend my goods lavishly. Val. Your goods? Ric. I shall miss much I doubt me, When I come to look over the Inventorie. Val. Ile give you my word you shall sir. Ric. Look too't Widow, A night may come will call you to accompt for't. Val. Oh if you had me now sir in this heat I doe but think how youl'd be reveng'd on me. Ric. I, may I perish else; if I would not get Three Children at a birth, and I could o'thee. 1 Suter. Take off your yongster there. 2 Suter. Take off your Widow first, He shall have the last word, I pay for't dearly; To her agen sweet Boy, that sides the weaker. I have enough, and I will have my humor. [Enter Brandino and Martino.] Val. O Brother see I'm up to th' ears in law here; Look, Copy upon Copie. Bra. 'Twere grief enough if a man did but hear on't But I'm in pain to see't. Val. What sore eys still Brother? Bra. Worse, and worse Sister; the old womans water Do's me no good. Val. Why, 't'as helpt many sir. Bra. It helps not me I'm sure—Marti, Oh, oh. Val. What ayls Martino too? Mar. Oh, oh, the tooth-ach, the tooth-ach. Bra. Ah poor worm, this he endures for me now. There beats not a more mutuall pulse of passion, In a kind husband when his wife breeds child, Than in Martino; I ha' mark't it ever, He breeds all my pains in's teeth still: and to quit me, It is his eye-tooth too. Mar. I, I, I, I. Val. Where did I hear late of a skilfull fellow, Good for all kind of Malladies? true, true sir, His flag hangs out in town here, i'th' Cross Inn, With admirable cures of all conditions, It shews him a great travelling, and learnd Emperick. Fra. Wee'll both to him Martino. Val. Hark you Brother, Perhaps you may prevail, as one indifferent. 1 Suter. I, about that sweet Widow. Val. True; speak low sir. Bra. Well, what's the business, say, say. Val. Mary this Brother. Call the young man aside, from the old Woolf there, And whisper in his ear a thousand dollars If he will vanish, and let fall the Sute, And never put's to no more cost and trouble. 1 Suter. Say me those words good sir, Ile make 'em worth A chain of gold to you, at your Sisters wedding. [Enter Violetta.] Bra. I shall doe much for that. Val. Welcome sweet heart, Thou com'st most happily, I'm bold to send for thee To make a purpose good. Viol. I take delight forsooth In any such employment. 1 Suter. 'Good wench trust me Ric. How Sir, let fall the Sute? 'life Ile goe naked first. Bra. A thousand Dollars sir, think upon them. Ric. Why they'r but a thousand Dollars, when they'r thought on. Bra. A good round summe. Ric. A good round Widow's better, There's meat and money too. I have been bought Out of my lands, and yielded, but (sir) scorn To be bought out of my affection. Bra. Why here's ev'n just my Universitie spirit, I priz'd a piece of red Deer, above gold then. Ric. My Patron would be mad, and he should hear on't. Mar. I pray what's good Sir, for a wicked tooth? Ric. Hang'd, drawn, and quartring; is't a hollow one? Mar. I 'tis a hollow one. Ric. Then take the powder Of a burnt Warrant, mixt with oil of Felon. Mar. Why sure you mock me. Ric. 'Troth I think I doe sir. 2. Suter. Come hither honey; What's the news in whispers? Bra. He will not be bought out. Val. No? that's strange Brother. Pray take a little pains about this project then, And try what that effects. Bra. I like this better; Look you sweet Gentles, see what I produce here For amities sake, and peace, to end all controversie; This Gentlewoman my charge left by her friends, Whom for hir person, and hir portion, I could bestow most richly, but in pittie To her affection, which lyes bent at you sir, I am content to yield to her desire. Ric. At me? Bra. But for this jar, 't had ne'r been offerd. I bring you flesh, and money, a rich heir, And a Maid too, and that's a thing worth thanks, sir: Nay, one that has rid fifteen mile this morning For your love onely. 2. Suter. Honey, hearken after her; Being rich, I can have all my money there: Ease my purse well, aud never wage law further. I have enough, yet I will have my humour. Ric. Doe you love me forsooth? Viol. Oh infinitely. Ric. I doe not ask thee, that I meant to have thee, But only to know what came in thy head to love me. Viol. My time was come sir, that's all I can say. Ric. 'Las poor soul, where didst thou love me first prethee? Viol. In happy hour be't spoke, out at a window sir. Ric. A window? prithee clap it too, and call it in agen: What was I doing then should make thee love me? Viol. Twiriling your band-string, which me thought became you so generously well. Ric.

'Twas a good quality to choose a husband for: That love was likely to be ty'd in Matrimonie, that begun in a band∣string: yet I ha' known asmuch come to passe ere now upon a tassell. Fare you well Sister; I may be cozend in a Maid, I cannot in a Widow.

 2. Suter. Art thou come home agen; stickst thou there still? I will defend thee still then. 1. Suter. Sir you malice Will have enough on't. 2. Suter. I will have my humour. 1. Sut. Beggery will prove the spunge. 2. Sut. Spunge i' thy gascoyns, Thy gally-gascoyns there. Ric. Hah brave Protector. Bra. I thought 'twould come to open Wars agen, Let 'em agree as they will; two testie Fopps, Ile have a care of mine eyes. Mar. I, of my chops. Exeunt. Scaena 2. Enter Latrocinio and Occulto, (a Banner of Cures and Diseases hung out.) La. Away, out with the Banner, send's good luck to day. Occ. I warrant you; your name's spread Sir, for an Emperick. Theres an old Mason troubled with the Stone, Has sent to you this morning for your counsell, He would have ease fain. La. Mary I cannot blame him sir. But how he will come by't, there lyes the question, Occ. You must do somewhat sir, for hee's swoln most piteously, Has urine in him now was brew'd last March. La. 'Twill be rich geer for Dyers. Occ. I would 'twere come to that sir. La. Le' me see, ile send him a whole Musket-charge of Gun-powder. Occ. Gun-powder? what sir, to break the stone? La. I by my faith sir, It is the likeliest thing I know to do't, I'm sure it breaks stone-walls, and Castles down, I see no reason, but't should break the stone. Occ. Nay, use you pleasure sir. La. 'Troth, if that doe not I ha' nothing els that will. Occ. I know that too. La. Why then thou'rt a Coxcomb to make question on't. Goe call in all the rest, I have employment for them. When the high-wayes grow thin with Travellers, And few Portmantues stirring, as all trades Have their dead time wee see; Thee very, poor takings, And Lecherie cold doings, and so forwards still; Then doe I tak my Inn, and those Curmoogions, Whose Purses I can never get abroad, I take 'em at more ease here i' my chamber, And make 'em come to me, it's more state-like too: Hang him that has but one way to his trade, Hee's like a mouth that eats but on one side, And half cozens his belly, specially if he dine among Shavers, Enter all the rest Silvio, Stratio, Fiducio. And both-handed feeders: Stratio, Silvio, and Fiducio, I will have none left out, there's parts for you. Sil. For us? pray let's have 'em. La. Change your selves With all speed possible into severall shapes Far from your own, as you a Farmer sir, A Grazier you, and you may be a Miller. Fid. Oh no, a Miller comes too neer a Theef, That may spoil all agen. La. Some Country Taylor then. Fid. That's neer enough by'r lady, yet Ile venture that; The Miller's a white Devill, he wears his theft Like Innocence in badges most apparently Upon his nose, sometimes between his lips; The Tailor modestly between his legs. La. Why pray, do you present that modest thief then, And hark you, for the purpose. Sil. 'Twill improve you sir. La. 'Twill get believers, believe that my Masters, Repute and confidence, and make all things cleerer; When you see any come, repair you to me As samples of my skill; there are few arts But have their shadows Sirs to set 'em off; Then where the Art it self is but a shadow What need is there my Friends? make hast away sirs. Exeunt. Occ. Where are you Sir? [Enter Occulto.] La. Not far man; What's the newes? Occ. The old Justice sir, whom we rob'd once by Moon-light, And bound his man and he in haycock-time With a rope made of horse-meat, and in pittie Left their Mares by 'em, which I think ere midnight Did eat their hay-bound Masters both at libertie,— La. 'Life, what of him man? Occ. Hee's enquiring earnestly For the great man of art; indeed for you sir: Therefore withdraw sweet sir; make your self daintie now, And that's three parts of any profession. La. I have enough on't. Exit. [Enter Ansaldo.] Occ. How now, what thing's this? Now by this light, the second part o'th' Justice Newly reviv'd with never a hair on's face, It should be the first rather by his smoothness, But I ha' known the first part written last: 'Tis he, or let me perish, the young Gentleman We robd, and stript, but I am far from knowledge now. Ans. One word I pray Sir. Occ. With me gentle Sir? Ans. Was there not lately seen about these parts sir A knot of fellows, whose conditions Are privily suspected? Occ. Why doe you ask Sir? Ans. There was a poor young gentleman rob'd last night. Occ. Robd? Ans. Script of all y'faith. Occ. Oh beastly Rascals. 'Las what was he? Ans. Look o'me, and know him sir. Occ. Hard-hearted villains, strip? troth when I saw you Methought those cloaths were never made for you sir. Ans. Want made me glad o'em. Occ. 'Send you better fortunes sir: That we may have about with you once agen. Ans. I thank you for your wish of love, kind sir. Occ. 'Tis with my heart y'faith; now store of coyn And better cloaths be with you. Ans. Ther's some honest yet And charitably minded: how, wha'ts here to doe? Here within this place is cur'd Reads. All the griefs that were ev'r endur'd. Nay there thou lyest, I endur'd one last night, Thou canst not cure this morning; a strange Promiser. Palsey, Gout, Hydropick Humour, Breath that sticks beyond persumer, Fistula in ano, Ulcer, Megrum, Or what disease so ere beleaguer 'em, Stone, Rupture, Squinancie, Imposthuma, Yet too dear it shall not cost 'em. That's conscionably said y'faith. In brief, you cannot I assure you Be unsound so fast, as I can cure you. [Enter Brandino and Mar∣tino. By'r Lady, you shall pardon me, ile not try't sir. Bra. Martino, is not yond my hinder parts? Mar. Yes, and your fore parts too Sir. Bra. I tro so, I never saw my hind parts in my life else, No, nor my fore ones neither: what are you sir? Are you a Justice pray? Ans. A Justice? no truly. Bra. How came this Suit to you then? Ans. How, this Suit? Why must he needs be a Justice sir, that wears it? Bra. You'l find it so: 'twas made for no body else. I pai'd for't. Ans. Oh strange fortune, I have undone The charitable woman. Bra. Hee'l be gone. Martino, hold him fast, Ile call for aid. Ans. Hold me? oh curss of fate! Mar. Oh Mr, Mr. Bra. What ayls Martino? Mar. In my conscience Has beat out the wrong tooth, I feel it now, Three degrees of. Bra. Oh slave, spoild a fine Penman. Ans. He lackd good manners though: lay hands o' me? I scorn all the deserts, that belong to't. [Enter Latrocinio.] La. Why how now? what's the broil? Bra. The man of art I take you sir to be. La. I'm the professor Of those slight cures you read of in the Banner. Bra. Our business was to you most skilfull sir, But in the way to you, right worshipfull I met a thief. La. A thief? Bra. With my cloaths on sir, Let but the Hose be searcht, ile pawn my life Ther's yet the Tailors bill in one o'th' pockets, And a white thimble that I found i' moon light, Thou sawst me when I put it in Martino. Mar. Oy, oy. Bra.

Oh, has spoild the worthiest Clark that ere drew War∣rant here.

 La. Sir, y'ar a stranger, but I must deal plain with you, That Suit of cloaths must needs come odly to you. Ans. I dare not say which way, that's my affliction. La. Is not your worships name Signior Brandino sir? Bra. It has been so, these threescore year and upwards. La. I heard there was a robbery done last night Neer to your house. Ans. You heard a truth then sir, And I the man was robd. La. Ah that's too gross Send him away for fear of farther mischief, I doe not like him, he's a cunning knave. Bra. I want but aid. [Ent. 2 or 3 Servants.] La. Within there. Bra. Ceize upon that impudent thief. Ans. Then here me speak. Bra. Away; Ile neither hear thee speak, nor wear those cloaths agen, To prison with the varlet. Ans. How am I punish'd? Bra. Ile make thee bring out all, before I leave thee. [Ex. with Ansaldo. La.

Y'have took an excellent course with this bold villain sir.

 Bra.

I am sworn for service to the Common-wealth sir,

What are these, learned sir? [Enter Stratio, Silvio and Fi∣ducio.] La. Oh they'r my patients. Good morrow, Gout, Rupture, and Palsie. Stra. 'Tis farewell Gout almost, I thank your worship. La. What no, you cannot part so soon, I hope? You came but lately to me. Stra. But most happily, I can goe neer to leap sir. La. What you cannot? Away I say, take heed, be not to ventrous though, I've had you but three daies, remember that. Stra. Those three are better than three hundred sir. La. Yet agen? Stra. Ease takes pleasure to be known sir. La. You with the rupture there hernia in scrotum. Pray let me see your space this morning, walk sir, Ile take your distance strait: 'twas F. O. yesterday: Ah sirha, here's a simple alteration, Secundo gradu, ye F. U. already, Here's a most happy change; be of good comfort sir, Your knees are come, within three inches now Of one an other; by to morrow noon Ile make'em kiss, and justle. Sil. 'Bless your worship. Bra. You have a hundred pray'rs in a morning sir. La. 'Faith we have a few to pass away the day with: Taylor, you had a stitch. Fid. Oh good your worship I have had none since Easter: were I rid But of this whorson Palsey, I were happy; I cannot thred my needle. La. No, that's hard, I never markt so much. Fid. It comes by fits sir. La. 'Las poor man: what would your worship say now To see me help this fellow at an instant? Bra. And make him firm from shaking? La. As a steeple, From the disease on't. Bra. 'Tis to me miraculous. La. You, with your whoremaster disease, come hither; Here, take me this round glass, and hold it stedfast, Yet more sir, yet I say; so. Bra. Admirable. La. Goe, live, and thred thy needle. Bra. Here Martino: 'Las poor Fool, his mouth is full of praises And cannot utter 'em. La. No, what's the malady? Bra. The fury of a tooth. La. A tooth? ha, ha, I though't had been some Gangrene, Fistula, Canker, or Ramex. Bra. No, 'its enough as 'tis sir. La. My man shall ease that streight, sit you down there sir, Take the tooth sirha, daintily, insensibly: But what's your worships malady, that's for me sir? Bra. Marry pray look you sir: your worships Counsell About mine eyes. La. Sore eyes? that's nothing too sir. Bra. By'r Lady I that fell it▪ think it somewhat. La. Have you no Convulsions? pricking aches sir, Ruptures, or Apostemates? Bra. No by my faith sir, Not doe I desire to have 'em. La. Those are res, There doe I win my fame sir: quickly sirrah, Reach me the eye-cup hither: doe you make water well sir? Bra. I'm all well there. La. You feel no grief i'th' kidney. Bra. Sound, sound, sound sir. La. Oh here's a breath sir, I must talk withall One of these mornings. Bra. There I think y'faith, I am to blame indeed, and my Wises words Are come to passe sir. Mar. Oh, oh, 'tis not that, 'tis not that. It is the next beyond it; there, there, there. Occ. The best have their mistakings: now Ile fit you sir. Bra. What's that sweet Sir, that comforts with his coolness? La. Oh soverign geer: wink hard, and keep it in sir. Mar. Oh, oh, oh. Occ. Nay, here he goes, one twitch more, and he comes sir. Mar. Auh, ho. Occ. Spit out▪ I told you he was gone sir. Bra. How cheers Martino? Mar. Oh, I can answer you now Master, I feel great ease sir. Bra. So doe I Martino. Mar. I'm rid of a sore burden, for my part Master, Of a scal'd little one. La. Please but your worship now To take three drops of the rich water with you, Ile undertake your man shall cure you sir At twice i'your own Chamber. Bra. Shall he so sir? La. I will uphold him in't. Mar. Then will I do't sir. La. How lively your man's now? Mar. Oh I'm so light me thinks Over I was. Bra. What i't contents your worship? La. Ev'n what your worship please, I am not mercenary. Bra. My purse is gone Martino. La. How, your purse sir? Bra. 'Tis gon y'faith: I'ave been among some Rascalls. Mar. And that's a thing I ever gave you warning of Master, you care not What company you run into. Bra. Lend me some money: chide me anon I pre' thee. A pox on 'em for vipers, they ha'suckt blood o'me. Mar. Oh Master. Bra. How now man? Mar. My purse is gon too. Bra.

How? Ile never take warning more of thee while I live then, thou art an Hypocrite, and art not fit to give good coun∣sell to thy Master, that canst not keep from ill company thy self.

 La. This is most strange sir: both your purses gon. Mar. Sir, I'de my hand on mine, when I came in. La. Are you but sure of that; oh would you were. Mar. As I'm of ease. La. Then, they'r both gon one way, be that your comfort. Bra. I but what way's that sir? La. That close knave in your Clothes h'as got 'em both, 'Tis well y'have clapt him fast. Bra. Why that's impossible. La. Oh tell not me sir: I ha' known purses gon, And the Theef stand, and look one full i'th' face, As I may doe your Worship, and your man now. Mar. Nay, that's most certain Master. Bra. I will make That Rascall in my clothes answer all this then, And all the robberies that have been don Since the Moon chang'd; get you home first Martino, And know if any of my wives things are missing, Or any more of mine: tell her hee's taken, And by that token he has took both our purses. Mar. That's an ill token Master. Bra. That's all one sir, She must have that or nothing, for I'm sure The Rascall has left nothing els for a Token. Begon, make hast agen; and meet me part o'th' way. Mar. Ile hang the villain, And 't were for nothing but the Sowce he gave me. Exit. Bra. Sir, I depart asham'd of my requitall, And leave this seal ring with you as a pledge Of further thankfulness. La. No, I beseech you sir. Bra. Indeed you shall sir. La. Oh, your worships word sir. Bra. You shall have my word too, for a rare gedtleman As ere I met withall. Exit. La. Cleer sight be with you sir; If Conduit-water, and my Hostesse Milk That comes with the ninth child now, may afford it. 'Life, I fear'd none but thee, my villanous toothdrawer, Occult. There was no fear of me; I've often told you I was bound Prentice to a Barber once, But ran away i'th' second year. La. I marry, That made thee give a pull at the wrong tooth. And me afraid of thee: what have we there sirs? Occ. Some threescore Dollars i'th Masters purse, And sixteen in the Clerks, a Silver seal, Two or three Amber beads, and four blank Warrants. La. Warrants? where be they? the best news came yet. 'Masse here's his hand, and here's his Seal I thank him, This comes most luckily: one of our fellows Was took last night, wee'l set him first at libertie, And other good Boyes after him: and if he In th' old Justices Suit, whom he rob'd lately, Will come off roundly, wee'l set him free too. Occ. That were a good deed 'faith, we may in pitty. La. There's nothing done meerly for pitty now adaies, Money or Ware must help too. Song, in parts by the Thieves. Give me fortune, give me health, Give me freedome, Ile get wealth. Who complains his fate's amiss, When he has the wide world his? He that has the Devill in fee, Can have but all, and so have wee. Give us fortune, give us Health, Give us freedome, wee'l get wealth. In every Hamlet, Town and Cittie, He has lands, that was born wittie. Exeunt. Finis Actus Quarti. Actus 5. Scaena 1. Enter PHILIPPA and VIOLATTA. Phil. HOw well this Gentleman keeps his promise too? Sure there's no trust in man. Viol. They'r all Francisco's, That's my opinion Mistris: Fools, or false ones. He might have had the honestie yet y'faith To send my Masters clothes home. Phil. I those clothes. Viol. Collyers come by the dore ev'ry day Mistris, Nay, this is Market-day too, Powlterers, Butchers, They would have lay'n most deintily in a Panyer, And kept Veal from the wind. Phil. Those clothes much trouble me. Viol. 'Faith, and he were a gentleman as he seem'd to be, They would trouble him too I think; Me thinks he should have small desire to keep 'em. Phil. 'Faith and lesse pride to wear'em, I should think wench, Unlesse he kept'em as a testimonie For after-times to shew what misetie He past in his young dayes, and then weep over 'em. [Ext. Martino.] Viol.

Weep Mistris? nay sure me thinks he should not weep for laughing.

 Phil. Martino? oh w'are spolld wench, are they come then? Mar.

Mistris, be of good cheer, I have excellent news for you, comfort your heart, what have you to breakfast Mistris, you shall have all agen, I warrant you.

 Phil. What saies he Wench? Viol. I'm loth to understand him. Mar. Give me a note of all your things sweet Mistris, You shall not lose a hair, take't of my word We have him safe enough. Phil. Olas, sweet wench This man talks fearfully. Viol. And I know not what yet That's the worst Mistriss. Mar. Can you tell me pray, Whether the Rascall has broke ope my desk or no, Ther's a fine little barrell of pom-citrons Would have serv'd me this seven year, oh, and my fig-cheese. The fig of everlasting obloquy Goe with him if he have eat it, Ile make haste He cannot eat it all yet, he was taken Mistriss Grosly, and beastly, how doe you think y'faith? Phil. I know not sir. Mar. Troth in my Masters cloaths, Would any thief but a beast been taken so? Phil. Wench, wench. Viol. I have grief enough of mine own to tend Mistriss. Phil. Did he confess the robbery? Mar. O no, no Mistriss He's a young cunning Rascall, he confest nothing; While we were examining on him, he took away My Masters purss and mine, but confest nothing still. Phil. That's but some slanderous injury rais'd against him. Came not your Mr. with you? Mar. No sweet Mistriss. I must make hast and meet him pray dispatch me then. Phil. I have lookd over all with speciall heedfulness, Ther's nothing miss'd, I can assure you sir But that Suit of your Masters. Mar.

I'm right glad on't That Suit would hang him yet I would not have him hangd in that Suit though, it will disgrace my Masters fashion for ever, and make it as hatefull as yellow bands.

 Exit. Phil. O what shall's doe wench? Viol. 'Tis no marvail Mistriss The poor young Gentleman could not keep his promise. Phil. 'Alas sweet man, h'as confess'd nothing yee wench. Viol. That shews his constancy, and love to you Mistriss: But you must do't of force, there is no help for't, The truth can neither shame nor hurt you much, Let 'em make what they can on't, 'twere sin and pitty y'faith To cast away so sweet a Gentleman, For such a pair of infidell hose and doublet, [Enter Ansaldo.] I would not hang a Jew for a whole wardrobe on 'em. Phil. Thou saist true wench. Viol. Oh, oh, they'r come agen Mistriss. Phil. Signior Ansaldo? Ans. The same mightily cross'd Lady, But past hope freed agen by a Doctors means, A man of art, I know not justly what indeed, But pitty, and the fortunate gold you gave me, Wrought my release between 'em. Pil. Met you not My husbands man? Ans. I took such strange wayes Lady I hardly met a creature. Phil. Oh most welcome Viol. But how shall we bestow him now we have him Mris? Phil. 'Alas, that's true. Viol. Martino may come back agen. Phil. Step you into that little Chamber speedily sir, And dress him up in one of my Gowns and head-tyres His youth will well endure it. Viol. That wilbe admirable. Phil. Nay do't, do't quickly then, and cut that Suit Into a hundred pieces, that it may never be known agen. Viol. A hundreth? nay ten thousand at the least Mris. For if there be a piece of that Suit left, as big as my nail, The deed will come out, 'tis worse than a murder, I fear 'twill never be hid. Phil. Away, do your endeavour, and dispatch wench, Ex. Viol. and Ansaldo. I've thought upon a way of certain safetie, And I may keep him while I have him too, Without suspition now: I've heard o'th' like: A Gentleman, that for a Ladies love Was thought six months her woman, tended on her In her own garments, and she being a Widow, Lay night by night with her in way of comfort, Mary in conclusion match they did together, [Enter Brandino with a writing.] Would I'd a copy of the same conclusion: He's come himself now, if thou be'st a happy wench Be fortunate in thy speed, Ile delay time With all the means I can: oh welcome sir. Bra. Ile speak to you anon wife, and kiss you shortly, I'm very busie yet: Cocksey-down, Mem-berrie, Her Manner house at Well-dun. Phil. What's that good sir? Bra. The widows your sweet Sisters deed of gift; Sh'as made all her estate over to me wench: She'l be too hard for 'em all: and now come buss me Good luck after thieves hansell. Phil. Oh 'tis happy Sir You have him fast. Bra. I ha' laid him safe enough wench. Phil. I was so lost in joy at the report on't I quight forgot one thing to tell Martino. Bra. What's that sweet blood? Phil. He, and his villains sir Robd a sweet Gentlewoman last night. Bra. A Gentlewoman? Phil. Nay, most uncivilly and basely stript her sir. Bra. Oh barbarous slaves. Phil. I was ev'n fain for woman-hoods sake (Alas) and charities, to receive her in, And cloath her poor wants in a Suit of mine. Bra. 'Twas most religiously done: I long for her; Who have I brought to see thee think'st thou woman? Phil. Nay Sir, I know not. Bra. Ghess, I prethee heartily: An enemy of thine. Phil. That I hope you have not sir. Bra. But all was done in jest: he crys thee mercy, Francisco sirha. Phil. Oh; I think not on him. Bra. That Letter was but writ to try thy constancie, He confest all to me. Phil. Joy on him sir, [Enter Francisco.] So far am I from malice, look you sir; Welcome sweet Signior; but Ile never trust you sir. Bra. Faith I'm beholding to thee wife, for this. Fra. Methinks, I enter now this house with joy, Sweet peace, and quietness of conscience, I wear no guilty blush upon my cheek For a sin stampt last midnight: I can talk now With that kind man, and not abuse him inwardly, With any scornfull thought made of his shame: [Enter Marti∣no.] What a sweet being is an honest mind? It speaks peace to itself, and all mankind. Bra. Martino. Mar. Master. Bra. Ther's an other robbery done sirha, By the same partie. Mar. What? your worship mocks, Under correction. Phil. I forgot to tell thee He robd a lovely Gentlewoman. Mar. O Pagan, This fellow will be ston'd to death with Pipkins, Your women in the Suburbs will so maule him With broken crewes, and pitchers without eares, [Enter An∣saldo (as Marria) & Violetta. He will nev'r dye alive, that's my opinion. Phil. Look you your judgments Gentlemen, yours especially Signior Francisco, whose meer object now Is woman at these years, that's the eye Saint I know Amongst young Gallants, Husband, you have a glimpse too; You offer half an eye, as old as you are, Bra. By'r Lady better wench: an eye, and a half I troa, I should be sorry else. Phil. What think you now sirs Is't not a goodly manly Gentlewoman? Bra. Beshew my heart else wife. Pray soft a little Signior y'ar but my guest remember, I'm Mr. of the house, Ile have the first buss. Phil. But Husband, 'tis the curtesie of all places To give a stranger ever the first bit. Bra. In Woodcock or so, but ther's no heed to be taken in Mutton; We commonly fall so roundly to that we forget our selves: I'm sorry for thy fortune, but thou'it welcome Lady Mar.

My Master kisses, as I've heard a hackney man Cheer up his Mare, chap, chap.

 Bra. I have him fast Lady, and he shall lye by't close, Ans. You cannot doe me a greater pleasure Sir, Bra. I'm happily glad on't. Fra. Me thinks there's somewhat whispers in my soul, This is the hour, I must begin my acquaintance With honest love, and banish all loose thoughts; My fate speaks to me from the modest eye Of yon sweet Gentlewoman. Phil. Wench, Wench. Viol. Pish, hold in your breath Mistris, If you be seen to laugh, you spoil all presently, I keep it in with all the might I have—puh. Ans. Pray what young gentleman's that sir? Bra. An honest boy y'faith, And came of a good kind: do'st like him Lady, I would thou hadst him, and thou beest not promis'd, Hee's worth ten thousand Dollars. Viol.

By this light Mistris, my Master will goe neer to make a match anon, me thinks I dream of admirable sport Mistris.

 Phil. Peace, thou art a drab. Bra. Come hither now Francisco, I've know the time, I've had a better stomach; Now I can dine with looking upon meat. Fra. That face deserv'd a better fortune Lady Than last nights rudeness shew'd. Ans. We cannot be Our choosers sir in our own desteny. Fra. I return better pleas'd, than when I went. Mar. And could that beastly Impe rob you forsooth? Ans. Most true forsooth, I will not altogether sir, disgrace you, Because you look half like a Gentleman. Mar. And that's the Mothers half. Ans. There's my hand for you. Mar. I swear you could not give me any thing I love better, a hand gets me my living; Oh sweet lymon-peel. Fra. May I request a modest word or two Lady In private with you? Ans. With me sir? Fra. To make it sure from all suspect of injurie, Or unbeseeming private, which heaven knows Is not my aym now, Ile intreat this gentleman For an ear witness unto all our conference. Ans. Why so, I am content Sir, Exit. Fra. & Ansaldo. Bra. So am I Lady.. Mar. Oh Master, here's a rare Bedfellow for my Mistris to night, For you know we must both out of Town agen. Bra. That's true Martino. Mar. I do but think how they'l lye telling of tales together The pretiest. Bra. The pretiliest indeed. Mar. Their tongues will never lyn wagging Master. Bra. Never Martino, never. Exeunt. Phil. Take heed you be not heard. Viol. I fear you most Mistris. Phil. Mee fool? ha, ha. Viol. Why look you Mistris: faith y'are faultie, ha, ha, Phil. Well said y'faith, where lyes the fault now gossip. Viol. Oh for a husband; I shall burst with laughing els, This house is able to spoil any Maid. Phil. Ile be reveng'd now soundly of Francisco For failing me when time was. Viol. Are you there Mistris? I thought you would not forget that How ever, a good turn disappointed is ever the last thing That a woman forgives, shee'l scarce do't when shee's speechless, Nay, though she hold up her whole hand for all other injuries, Shee'l forgive that but with one finger. Phil. Ile vex his heart as much as he mock'd mine. Viol.

But that may marre your hopes too, if our gentlewoman be known to be a man.

 Phil. Not as Ile work it; I would not lose this sweet revenge me thinks For a whole fortnight of the old mans absence, Which is the sweetest benefit next to this: [Enter Ansaldo.] Why how now sir, what course take you for laughing? We are undone for one. Ans. Faith with great pain, Stifle it, and keep it in: I ha' no receipe for't. But 'pray, in sadness say; What is the Gentleman, I never knew his like for tedious urgings, He will receive no answer. Phil. Would he would not Sir. Ans. Sayes I'm ordain'd for him: meerly for him, And that his wiving fate speaks in me to him; Will force on me a joynture speedily Of some seven thousand Dollars. Phil. Would thou had'st'em sir: I know he can and he will. Ans. For wonders pitty; What is this Genleman? Phil. 'Faith shall I tell you sir, One that would make an excellent honest husband For her that's a just Maid at one and twentie; For on my conscience he has his Maidenhead yet. Ans. Fye, out upon him beast. Phil. Sir, if you love me. Give way but to one thing I shall request of you. Ans. Your curtesies you know may lay commands on me. Phil. Then at his next sollicitings, let a consent Seem to come from you; 'Twill make noble sport sir, Wee'll get joincture and all; but you must bear Your self most affable to all his purposes. Ans. I can doe that. Phil. I, and take head of laughing. [Enter Francisco.] Ans. I've bide the worst of that already Lady. Phil. Peace, set your countenance then; for here he comes. Fra. There is no middle continent in this passion, I feel it since, it must be love, or death It was ordain'd for one. Phil. Seignior Francisco, I'm sorry 'twas your fortune, in my house sir, To have so violent a stroak come to you: The gentlewoman's a stranger pray be counsell'd sir, Till you hear further of her Friends and portion. Fra. 'Tis only but her love that I desire, She comes most rich in that. Phil. But be advis'd though, I think shee's rich heir, but see the proof sir, Before you make her such a generous Jointure. Fra. 'Tis mine, and I will doo't. Phil. She shalbe yours too, If I may rule her then. Fra. You speak all sweetness. Phil. She likes your person well, I tell you so much, But take no note I said so. Fra. Not a word. Phil. Come Lady, come, the gentleman desertfull, And O my conscience honest. Ans. Blame me not, I am a Maid, and fearfull. Fra. Never truth came perfecter from man. Phil. Give her a lip-taste, Enter Bradino and Martino. That she her self may praise it. Bra. Yea, a match y'faith: my house is luckly for 'em Now Martino. Mar. Master, the Widow has the day. Bra. The day? Mar. She's overthrown my youngster. Bra. Pretious tydings, Clap down four Woodcocks more. Mar. They'r all at hand Sir. Bra. What both her adversaries too. Enter Valeria, Ricardo, and two Suters. Mar. They'r come sir. Bra. God bid the Cook serve in two geese in a dish. Mar. I like your conceit Master beyond utterance. Bra. VVelcome sweet Sister; which is the man must have you. Ide welcome no body els. 1 Suter. Come to me then sir. Bra. Are yo' he' faith, my chain of gold? I'm glad on't. Val. I wonder you can have the face to follow me, That have so prosecuted things against me, But I ha' resolv'd my self 'tis done to spight me. Ric. O dearth of truth. 2 Suter. Nay, do not spoil thy hair, Hold, hold I say, Ile get thee a VVidow somewhere. Ric. If hand and faith be nothing for a Contract, VVhat shall man hope? 2 Suter. 'Twas wont to be enough, Honey. When there was honest meaning amongst Widows, But since your bribes came in, 'tis not allow'd A contract without gifts to bind it fast, Every thing now must have a feeling first: Doe I come neer you Widow? Val. No indeed sir, Nor ever shall I hope: and for your comfort sir, That sought all means t'entrap me for my wealth, Had Law unfortunately put you upon me, You had lost your labour, all your aym, and hopes sir: Here stands the honest Gentleman my Brother To whom I've made a deed of gift of all. Bra. I that sheh' as y'faith, I thank her Gentlemen Look you here sirs. Val. I must not look for pleasures That give more grief if they prove false, or fail us Then ever they gave joy. 1 Suter. Ha'you se've me so widow 2 Suter. I'm glad thou hast her not, laugh at him honey; ha, ha. Val. I must take one that loves me for my self: Here's as old Gentleman looks not after wealth But vertue, manners, and conditions. 1 Suter. Yes by my faith: I must have Lordships too Widow. Val. How sir? 1 Suter. Your manners, vertue, and conditions Widow. Are prety things within dores, I like well on 'em, But I must have somewhat with out-lying or being In the tenure or occupation of me such a one: ha? Those are fine things indeed. Val. Why sir, you swore to me it was for love. 1 Suter. True; but thers two words to a bargain ever All the world over, and if love be one I'm sure mony's the other; 'tis no bargain else: Pardon me, I must dine, as well as sup Widow. Val. Cry mercy, I mistook you all this while sir. It was this antient Gentleman indeed, Whom I crave pardon on. 2 Suter. What of me Widow? Val. 'Alas I have wrongd you sir; 'twas you that swore You lov'd me for my self? 2 Suter. By my troth but I did not. Come, Father not your lyes upon me Widow: I love you for your self? spit at me Gentlemen If ever I'd such a thought, fetch me in Widow: You'l find your reach too short. Val. Why you have enough you say. 2 Suter.

I, but I will have my humour too; you never think of that, they'r Coach horses, they goe together still.

 Val. Whom should a Widow trust: I'l swear 'twas one of you That made me beleeve so: mass, think 'twas you sir Now I remember me. Ric. I swore too much To be beleev'd so little. Val. Was it you then? Beshrew my heart for wronging of you. Ric. Welcome blessing, Are you nine faithfully now? Val. As love can make one. 1 Suter. Why this fils the Common-wealth so full of beggars, Marrying for love, which none of mine shall doe. Val. But now I think on't: we must part agen sir. Ric. Agen? Val. You'r in debt, and I, in doubt of all, Left my self nothing too; we must not hold, Want on both sides makes all affection cold: I shall not keep you from that Gentleman, You'l be his more then mine and when he list He'l make you lye from me in some soure prison, Then let him take you now for altogether sir, For he that's mine shall be all mine or nothing. Ric. I never felt the evill of my debts Till this afflicting minute. 2 Suter.

Ile be mad once in my daies: I have enough to cure me, and I will have my humour, they'r now but desperate debts agen, I nev'r look for 'em,

And ever since I knew what malice was I alwaies held it sweeter to sow mischief. Than to receive money; 'tis the finer pleasure. Ile give him in his bonds as 'twere in pitty To make the match, and bring 'em both to beggary, Then will they nev'r agree; that's a sure point, He'l give her a black eye within these three daies, Beat half her teeth out by Alhall outide, And break the little houshold-stuffe they have With throwing at one another: O sweet sport. Come Widow, come, ile try your honestie Here to my honey y'have made many proffers, I fear they'r all but tricks: here are his debts Gentlemen: How I came by 'em I know best my self. Take him before us faithfully for your husband And he shall tear 'em all before your face Widow. Val. Else may all faith refuse me: 2 Suter. Tear 'em honey 'Tis firm in Law, a consideration given: What with thy teeth? thoul't shortly tear her so That's all my hope, thoud'st never had 'em else I've enough, and I will have my humour. Ric. I'm now at liberty Widow. Val. Ile be so too And then I come to thee: give me this from you Brother, Bra. Hold Sister: Sister. Val. Look you, the deed of gift sir, I'm as free He that has me, has all, and thou art he. 1. 2. How's that? Val. Y'ar bob'd, 'twas but a deed in trust And all to prove thee, whom I have found most just. Bra. I'm bob'd among the rest too: I'd have sworn T'had been a thing for me, and my heirs for ever; If I'd but got it up to the black box above I had been past redemption 1 Suter. How am I cheated? 2 Suter. I hope you'l have the conscience now to pay me sir. Ric. Oh wicked man, sower of strife and envy, open not thy lips. 2 Suter. How, how's this? Ric. Thou hast no charge at all, no child of thine own But two thou got'st once of a scowring woman, And they are both well provided for, thei'r i'th hospitall, Thou hast ten thousand pound to bury thee, Hang thy self when thou wilt, a slave goe with thee 2 Suter. I'm gone, my goodness comes all out together. [Enter Violentta. I have enough, but I have not my humour. Viol. O Master, Gentlemen: and you sweet Widow I think you are no forwarder yet, I know not, If ever you be sure to laugh agen, Now is the time. Val. Why what's the matter wench? Viol. Ha, ha, ha. Bra. Speak, speak. Viol. Ha, a marriage, a marriage, I cannot tel't for laughing: ha, ha. Bra. A marriage doe you make that a laughing matter? [Enter Francis∣co and Ansaldo Viol. Ha: I, and you'l make it so when you know all, Here they come, here they come, one man married to an other. Val. How? man to man? Viol. I man to man y'faith Ther'l be good sport at night to bring 'em both to bed; Doe you see 'em now, ha, ha, ha. 1 Suter. My daughter Martia. Ans. Oh my Father: your love, and pardon sir. Val. 'Tis she indeed Getlemen. Ans. I have been disobedient I confess Unto your mind, and Heaven has punished me With much affliction since I fled your sight; But finding reconcilement from above In peace of heart; the next I hopes your love. 1 Suter. I cannot but forgive thee now I see thee, Thou fledst a happy fortune of an old man, But Francisco's of a noble family. Though he be somewhat spent. Fra. I lov'd her not sir As she was yours, for I protest I knew't not, But for her self sir, and her own deserving, Which had you been as foul, as y'ave been spightfull I should have lov'd in her. 1 Suter. Well, hold your prating sir, Y'ar not like to loose by't. Phil. Oh Violetta, who shall laugh at us now? Viol. The child unborn Mistris. Ans. Be good. Fra. Be honest. Ans. Heav'n will not let you sin, and you'ld be carefull. Fra. What means it sends to help you, think and mend, You'r as much bound as we, to praise that frend. Phil. I am so, and I will so. Ans. Marry you speedily, Children tame you, you'l die like a wild beast els. Viol. I by my troth should I, I've much adoe to forbear Laughing now, more's my hard fortune. Enter Martino. Mar. O Master, Mistris, and you gentles all; To horse, to horse presently, if you mean to doe your Country any service. Bra. Art not asham'd Martino, to talk of horsing so openly Before young married couples thus. Mar. It do's concern the Common-wealth and me, And you Master, and all: the Theeves are taken. Ans. What sai'st Martino, Mar. Law, here's Common-wealths-men, The man of art Master, that cupt your eyes Is prov'd an arrant rascall: and his man That drew my tooth, an excellent purse-drawer, I felt no pain in that, it went insensibly: Such notable villanies confest. Bra. Stop there sir: Wee'l have time for them: Come gentle-folks, Take a slight meal with us: but the best cheer Is perfect joy, and that we wish all here.— Exeunt. Prologue. A Sport, only for Christmas, is the Play This hour presents t' you; to make you merry, Is all th' ambition 'thas; and fullest aym Bent at your smiles, to win it self a name: And if you edge be not quite taken off, Wearied with sports, I hope 'twill make you laugh. Epilogue. STay, stay, Sir, I'm as hungry of my Widdow As you can be upon your Maid beleeve it, But we must come to our desires in order, There's duties to be paid, e'r we goe further; Hee that without your likings, leaves this place, Is like one falls to meat, and forgets grace. And that's not hansome trust me, no, Our rights being paid, and your loves understood, My Widow, and my meat, then do's me good; I ha' no money Wench, I told thee true, For my report, pray let her hear't from you, FINIS.