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The  Pleasant  Comodie 


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Patient  Grissill 


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PLEASANT 

CO  mOJ}/£  OF 

Patient  Grisfill. 


As  it  hath  beene  fundrie  times  lately  plaid 
bythe  right  honorable  the  Earle  of  Not- 
tingham (Lord  high  Admirall)  his 
feruants. 


UNI7Er::i 


LONDON. 

Imprinted  for  Henry  Rocket,  and  are  to 

be  folde  at  the  long  Shop  vnder  S.  Mildreds 

Church  in  the  Poultry. 

16  0  5. 


The  pleafant  Commoedye 


of  I 

Patient  Gril^ill.  I 


Enter  the  Marqueffe,  Pauia,  Mario,  Lepido,  and  huntfmen:  all  like 
Hunters.    A  noyfe  of  hornes  within. 

Marqueffe. 

LOoke  you  fo  ftrang|;|  my  hearts^  to  fee  our  limbes 
Thus  fuited  in  a  Hunters  liuery? 
Oh  tis  a  lonely  liabite;  when  greene  youtli[VJ 
Like  to  the  flowry  bloffome  of, the  spring, 
5  Conformes  his  outward  habite  to  his  minde. 
Looke  how  yon  one  eyd  wagoner  of  heauen, 
Hath  by  his  horfes  fiery  winged  hoofes, 
Burft  ope  the  melancholy  layle  of  Night, 
And  with  his  gilt  beames  cunning  Alchimy, 
lOTurn'd  al  thefe  cloudes  to  gold,  who  (with  the  winds) 
Upon  their  mifty  fhoulders  bring  in  day: 
Then  fally  not  this  morning  with  foule  lookes, 
But  teach  your  locond  fpirits  to  ply  the  Chafe, 
For  hunting  is  a  fport  for  Emperors. 
15     Pau.    We  know  it  is,  and  therefore  doe  not  throw 
On  thefe  your  paftimes,  a  contracted  brow. 
How  swift  youths  Bias  runs  to  catch  delights. 
To  me  is  not  vnknowne:  no  brother  Gualther, 
When  you  were  woo'd  by  vs  to  choofe  a  wife, 
20  This  day  you  vowed  to  wed :  but  now  I  fee. 
Your  promifes  turne  all  to  mockerie. 

Lepi.    This  day  your  felf  appointed  to  giue  anfwere 
To  all  thofe  neighbour-Princes,  who  in  loue 


5  minde,]      16  brow,] 

1^^ 


—     4     -  I 

Offer  their  Daughters,  Sifters,  and  Allies,  i 

25 In  marriage  to  your  hand:  yet  for  all  this  j 

The  houre  being  come  that  calles  you  to  your  choyce[,J  ; 

You  ftand  prepard  for  fport  and  ftart  afide:  ] 

To  hunt  poore  deere  when  you  fhould  feeke  a  Bride.  ; 

Marq.    Nay  come  Mario[,]  your  opinion  too,  j 

30  H'ad  neede  of  ten  men's  wit  that  goes  to  woe.  j 

Ma.    Firft  fatisiie  thefe  Princes,  who  expect  i 

Your  gracious  aniwere  to  their  embaffies,  \ 
Then  may  you  freelie  reuell:  now  you  flie 
Both  from  your  owne  vowes,  &  their  amitie. 

35     Marq.    How  much  your  iadgmens  erre:  who  gets  a  wife 
Muft  like  a  huntfman  beate  vntrodden  pathes, 

To  gaine  the  flying  prefence  of  his  loue.  i 

Looke  how  the  yelping  beagles  Ipend  their  mouthes[,J  i 

So  Louers  doe  their  fighes:  and  as  the  deare,  \ 

40  Out-ftrips  the  actiue  hound,  &  oft  turnes  backe  ] 
To  note  the  angrie  vifage  of  her  foe. 
Who  greedy  to  poffelTe  fo  fweet  a  pray, 

Neuer  giues  ouer  till  he  ceaze  on  her,  ] 
So  fares  it  with  coy  dames,  who  great  with  fcorne 

45  Shew  the  care-pined  hearts,  that  fue  to  them  |Y1  J 

Yet  on  that  feined  flight,  (Loue  conquering  them)  ^ 
They  caft  an  eye  of  longing  backe  againe. 

As  who  would  lay,  be  not  dilmaid  with  frownes,  i 
For  though  our  tongues  fpeake  no:  our  hearts  found  yea;      ^ 

50  Or  if  not  fo,  before  theile  miffe  their  louers,  ] 

Their  fweet  breathes  fhal  perfume  the  Amorous  ayre  I 

And  braue  them  ftill  to  run  in  beauties  Chafe:  ] 

Then  can  you  blame  me  to  be  hunter  like,  j 

When  I  muft  get  a  wife?  but  be  content,  ^ 

55  So  yo'ule  ingage  your  faith  by  othe  to  vs,  1 

Your  willes  fhall  aniwere  mine,  my  liking  yours,  ] 

And  that  no  wrinckle  on  your  cheekes  fhall  ride,  l 

This  day  the  Marqueffe  vowes  to  choofe  a  bride.  i 

Pa.    Euen  by  my  honor,  i 

Marq.                                    Brother|,]  be  advif'd,  i 

60  The  importunitie  of  you  and  thefe,  I 

46  flight,]  Coll.        49  yea,] 


—    5    — 

Thrufts  my  free  thoughts  into  the  yoake  of  loue, 

To  grone  vnder  the  loade  of  marriage. 

Since  then  you  throwe  this  burthen  on  my  youth[,] 

Sweare  to  me[,l  whome  foeuer  my  fancie  choole, 
65  Of  what  difcent,  beautie  or  birth  fhe  be. 

Her  you  fhall  like  and  loue  as  you  loue  me. 

Pa.    Now  by  my  birth  I  fweare,  wed  w^home  you   pleafe, 

And  He  imbrace  her  with  a  brothers  arme. 
Lepi.    Mario  and  my  felfe  to  your  faire  choice, 
70  Shall  yeeld  all  dueties  and  true  reuerence. 
Marq.     Your  proteftations  pleafe  me  lollilie. 

Lets  ring  a  hunters  peale,  and  in  the  eares 

Of  our  Iwift  forreft  Cittizens  proclaime, 

Defiance  to  their  lightnes:  our  fports  done, 
75  The  Venfon  that  we  kill  fhall  feaft  our  bride, 

If  fhe  proue  bad,  ile  caft  all  blame  on  you. 

But  if  fweet  peace  fucceede  this  amorous  ftrife, 

Ile  fay  my  wit  was  be  ft  to  choofe  a  wife. 

[Exeunt. 

As  they  goe  in,  homes  found  &  hollowing  within:  that  done, 
Enter  lanicolo,  Griffil,  and  Babulo,  with  two  baskets  begun  to  be 
wrought. 

Bab.     Olde    Mafter|,|    heeres    a    morning   able    to   make  vs 
80worke  tooth  and  naile  (marrie  then  we  muft  haue  victualls)[;] 
the  Sun  hath  plaid  boe   peep  in  the  element  anie  time  thefe 
two    houres,     as   I   doe    fome   mornings  whe   you   cal:    what 
Babulo[,]   fay  you:   heere  Mafter[,]   fay  I[;]   and    then  this  eye 
opens,  yet    don  is  the  moufe,  lie   ftill:   what  Babulo[,]  fayes 
85Griflil,  anone  fay  I,   and  then  this  eye  lookes  vp,  yet  downe 
I  fnug    againe:    what  Babulo[,l    fay  you   againe,    and   then  I 
ftart  vp,  and  fee  the  Sunne,  and  then  fneeze,  and  then  fhake 
mine  eares,    and   then  rife,    and  then   get  my  breakfaft,   and 
then  fal  to  worke,  and  then  wafh  my  hands,  and  by  this  time 
901  am  ready:  beer's  your  bafket,  and  Griffill[,]  beer's  yours. 
Ian.     Fetch  thine  own  Babulo,  lets  ply  our  bufines. 
Bab.     God  fend  me  good  lucke|,]  Mafter. 
Gri.    Why  Babulo,  what's  the  matter? 


62  marriage,]       71  lollilie,]       73  forreft,] 


Bab.     God   forgiiie  mee,   I  thinke  I  fhall   not  eate  a  peeke 

95  of  lalt:    I  Hiall  not   line    long  lure,    I  fhould   be  a  rich  man 

by  right,  for  they  neuer  doe  good  deedes,  but  when  they  fee 

they   mnft   dye,    and  I  haue    now  a   monftrous    ftomacke    to 

worke,  becaui'e  I  thinke  I  fhall  not  line  long. 

Ian.     Goe  foole,   ceafe  this  vaine  talke   and  fall  to  worke. 

100     Bab.     He    hamper    fome    body  if  I   dye,    becaufe    1    am    a 

bafket  maker. 

[Exit. 

Ian.  Come  Grifnil,  worke[,]  fweet  girle,  heere  the  warme  Sunne 
Will  fhine  on  vs,  and  when  his  fires  begin, 
Wee'U  coole  our  fweating  browes  in  yonder  fhade. 

105      Gri.    Father,  me  thinkes  it  doth  not  fit  a  maide, 
By  fitting  thus  in  view,  to  draw  mens  eyes 
To  ftare  vpon  her:  might  it  pleafe  your  age, 
I  could  be  more  content  to  worke  within. 

Jan.     Indeed  my  childe,  mens  eyes  do  now  adaies, 

110  Quickly  take  fire  at  the  leaft  fparke  of  beauty. 
And  if  thofe  flames  be  quencht  by  chaft  dildaine. 
Then  their  inuenom'd  tongues  (alacke)  doe  ftrike, 
To  wound  her  fame  whofe  beauty  they  did  like. 
Gri.     I  will  auoide  their  darts  and  worke  within. 

115     Ian.     Thou  needft  not,  in  a  painted  coate  goes  fin. 
And  loues  thofe  that  loue  pride;  none  lookes  on  thee, 
Then  keepe  me  companie:  how  much  vnlike 
Are  thy  defires  to  manie  of  thy  fex? 
How  manie  wantons  in  Saliuia, 

120Frowne  like  the  fullen  night,  when  their  faire  faces 
Are  hid  within  doores:  but  got  once  abroad, 
Like  the  proud  Sun  they  fpred  their  Itaring  beames. 
They  fhine  out  to  be  feene,  their  loofe  eyes  tell, 
That  in  their  bofomes  wantonnes  doe  dwell: 

125  Thou  canft  not  doe  fo  Griffill,  for  thy  Sun, 
Ih  but  a  Starre,  thy  Starre,  a  fparke  of  fire, 
Which  hath  no  power  t'inflame  doting  defire: 
Thy  Hikes  are  thrid-bare  ruffets:  all  thy  portion 
Is  but  an  honeft  name:  that  gon|,|  tliou  art  dead, 

130  Though  dead  thou  liu'ft,  that  being  vnblcmifhed. 


102—103  his  V8  in  cine  Zeile  gedrucJct]  Coll. 


-     7     — 

Grif.     Tf  to  die  free  from  fhame  be  nere  to  die^ 

Then  He  be  crownd  with  immortallitie. 

Ian.    Pray  God  thou  maift:  yet  ciiilde[,]  my  iealous  foule 

Trembles  through  fearcB,  ib  often  as  mine  eyes 
135  Sees  our  Duke  court  thee :  and  when  to  thine  eares 

He  tunes  sweet  loue-fongs:  oh  beware  my  Griffill[j] 

He  can  prepare  his  way  with  gifts  of  golde^ 

Upon  his  breath,  winged  Promotion  flies[.l 

Oh  my  deare  Girle[,]  truft  not  his  forceries, 
140  Did  he  not  feeke  the  fhipwracke  of  thy  fame  ? 

Whie  fhould  he  fend  his  tailors  to  take  meafure 

Of  Griffils  bodie:  but  as  one  fhould  fay, 

If  thou  wilt  be  the  Marqueffe  concubine, 

Thou  fhalt  weare  rich  attires :  but  they  that  thinke, 
145  With  coftly  garments,  fins  blacke  face  to  hide, 

Weare  naked  brauerie  and  ragged  pride. 

Grif.     Good  fatherf,]  doe  not  fhake  your  age   with  feares[.] 

Although  the  Marqueffe  fometimes  vifit  vs. 

Yet  all  his  words  and  deedes  are  like  his  birth, 
150  Steept  in  true  honor:  but  admit  they  were  not, 

Before  my  foule  looke  black  with  fpeckled  finne, 

My  hands  fhal  make  me  pale  deathes  vnderling. 
Ian.    The  mulick  of  thofe  words  fweetes  mine  eares[.] 

Come  girle[,]  lets  fafter  worke:  time  apace  weares. 

Enter  Babulo  with  his  worke. 

155      Gril.     Come  Babulo[,]  why  haft  thou  ftaid  fo  long? 

Ba.  Nay  why  are  you  fo  fhort?  Mafters[,J  heeres  monie  I 
tooke  (fince  I  went)  for  a  cradle:  this  yeare  1  thinke  be 
leape  yeare,  for  wome  doe  nothing  but  buy  cradles,  by  my 
troth[,]  I  thinke  the  world  is   at  an  end,    for  as  foone   as  we 

160  be  borne  we  marrie :  as  foone  as  we  marrie  we  get  children, 
(by  hooke  or  by  crooke  gotten  they  are)  [;]  children  muft  haue 
cradles,  and  as  foone  as  they  are  in  them,  they  hop  out  of 
the,  for  I  haue  feene  little  girls  that  yefterday  had  fcarce  a 
hand  to  make  them  ready,    the  next  day  had  worne  wedding 

165  rings  on  their  fingers ,  fo  that  if  the  world  doe  not  ende, 
we  f hall  not  Hue  one  by  another :  bafket  making  as  all  other 


152  vnderling,]       153  fweete]  Coll.       156  fhort,] 


trades  runs    to  decay,    and  fhortly  we  fhall   not   be  worth  a 
butten,    for  non  in  this  cutting-   age   Ibwe   true  ftitches,  but 
taylers  and  fhoomakers,  &  yet  now  and  then  they  tread  their 
170  rhooes  a  wrie  too. 

la.    Let  not  thy  tongue  goe  lb:  (it  downe  to  worke 
And  that  our  labour  may  not  feeme  to  long, 
Weele  cunningly  beguile  it  with  a  fong. 

Ba.     Doe  mafter|,]  for  thats  honeft  couibnage. 

The  Song. 
175Song[.]     Art  thou  poore|,]  yet  haft  thou  golden  Slumbers: 
Oh  fweet  content! 
Art  thou  rich[,]  yet  is  thy  minde  perplexed: 

Oh  punnifhment. 
Doft  thou  laugh  to  fee  how  fooles  are  vexed 
180  To  ad  to  golden  numbers^  golden  numbers: 

0  fweet  content,  o  fweet  etc. 
Foole     Worke  apace,  apace,  apace,  apace: 
Honeft  labour  beares  a  louely  face, 
Then  hey  noney,  noney:  hey  noney,  noney. 
185  Canft  drinke  the  waters  of  the  Crifped  Ipring: 

0  fweet  content! 
Swim'ft  thou  in  wealth,  yet  (inck'ft  in  thine  owne  teares, 

0  punnifhment. 
Then  hee  that  patiently  wants  burden  beares, 
19Q  No  burden  beares,  but  is  a  King,  a  King, 

0  fweet  content,  etc. 
Fool.    Worke  apace,  apace,  etc. 
Enter  Laureo. 
Ba.    Weep  mafter,  yonder  comes  your  Sonne|.l 
Ian.    Laureo|,|  my  Sonne?  oh  heauen|,|  let  thy  rich  hand 
195  Poure  plentious  ('hewers  of  blel'ling  on  his  head. 
Lau.    Treble  the  number  fall  vppon  your  age. 
Sifter? 
Gri.     Deare  brother  Laureo[,J  welcome  home. 
Ba.    Malter   Laureo    (Taniculaes     lonne)!,]     welcome    home, 
how   doe   the  nine  mules.   Pride,    couetoufnes,    enuie,    (loth, 

177  perplexed yj         179  vexed?]         180  numbers.]        185  spring?] 
189  wants,]        196  age,] 


—     9    — 

200  wrath,    gluttonie  and  letcherie?  you  that  are  Schollers,   read 
how  they  doe. 

Laii.    Mules:  theie  (foole)  are  the  leauen  deadly  lins. 

Ba.    Are  they:    Mas[.]   me   thinkes    its  better    feruing   the^ 
then  your  nine  mufes,  for  they  are  ftarke  beggers. 
205     Ian.     Often  I  haue  wifht  to  fee  you  heere. 

Lau.    It  grieues  me  that  you  fee  me  heere  so  foone. 

Ian.     Why  Laureo[,]  do  ft  thou  grieue  to  lee  thy  father, 
Or  doft  thou  fcorne  me  for  my  pouertieV 

Ba.     He  needes  not,  for  he  lookes  like  poore  lohn  himfelfe; 
210  eight   to  a  necke   of  Mutten,   is  not  that  your  commons ;   &  a 
Cue  of  breade? 

Lau.    Father[,]  I  grieue  my  young  yeares  to  your  age, 
Should  adde  more  forrowe. 

Ian.  Why  lbnne[,]  whats  the  matter? 

Lau.     That  which  to  thinke  on  makes  me  desperate. 
215  I  that  haue  chargd  my  friends,  and  from  my  father 
Puld  more  then  he  could  fpare;  I  that  haue  liud 
Thefe  nine  yeares  at  the  Uniuerfity, 
Muft  now^  for  this  worlds  deuill :  this  angell  of  golde, 
Haue  all  thofe  dales  and  nights  to  beggerie  Iblde: 
220  Through  want  of  money,  what  I  want  I  mi ffe, 
Who  is  more  scorn'd  then  a  poore  fcholler  is? 

Bab.     Yes  three  things:  Age,  wifdome,  bafket  makers. 

Gri.    Brothers[,]  what  meanes  these  words? 

Lau.  Oh  I  am  mad. 

To  thinke  how  much  a  Scholler  vndergoes, 
225  And  in  the  ende  reapes  nought  but  pennurie. 
Father[,]  I  am  inforced  to  leaue  my  booke, 
Becaufe  the  ftudie  of  my  booke  doth  leaue  me, 
In  the  leane  armes  of  lancke  neceffitie. 
Hauing  no  fhelter  (ah  me)  but  to  ilie 
230  Into  the  fanctuarie  of  your  aged  armes. 

Bab.    A  trade,  a  trade,  follow  bafket-makeing,  leaue  bookes 
and  turne  block-head. 

Ian.    Peace  foole:   welcome  my  fonne,  thogh  I   am  poore[,] 
My  loue  fhall  not  be  lb:  goe  daughter  Griflill, 


205  heere,]    208  pouertie.]    209  himfelfe,]      216  fpare,]    219  folde,] 
225  th'ende]  Coll.      233  foole,] 


-     10    - 

235  Fetch  Avater  from  the  Ipring  to  feeth  our  iifh^ 
Which  ycfter  day  I  caught:  the  cheare  is  meane^ 
But  be  content:  Avhen  I  haue  Iblde  thefe  Bafkets, 
The  monic  I  hall  be  [pent  to  bid  thee  welcome: 
Griflill  make  halt,  run  and  kindle  fire. 

[Exit  Griffin. 

240     Ba.     Goe  Gril'lill[:|   He    make   fire,    and   fcoure    the  kettle; 
its  a  hard  world  when  fchollers  eate  fifh  vpon  flefh  daies. 

[Exit  Ba. 
Lau.     1st  not  a  fhame  for  me  that  am  a  man, 
Nay  more,  a  fcholler|,l  to  endure  fuch  neede, 
That  T  muft  pray  on  him,  whome  I  fhould  feede? 

245     Ian.    Nay  grieue  not  Sonne,  better  haue  felt  worfe  woe. 
Come  fit  by  me[;]  while  I  worke  to  get  bread, 
And  Griflill  fpin  vs  yearne  to  cloath  our  backs, 
Thou  fhalt  reade  doctrine  to  vs  for  the  soule. 
Then  what  fhall  we  there  want?  nothing  my  fonne|.l 

250  For  when  we  ceafe  from  worke[,|  euen  in  that  while, 
My  fong  fhall  charme  griefes  eares  and  care  beguile. 
Enter  Griffill  running  with  a  Pitcher. 

Grif     Father|,l  as  I  was  running  to  fetch  water, 
I  faw  the  Marqueffe  with  a  gallant  traine 
Come  riding  towards  vs.     0  fee  where  they  come. 

Enter  Marqueffe,  Paula,  Mario,  Lepido,  two  Ladies 
and  fome  other  attendants. 

255     Mar.     See  where  my  Griffill,  and  her  father  is! 

Me  thinkes  her  beautie  fhining  through  thofe  weedes, 

Seemes  like  a  bright  i'tarre  in  the  fuUen  night. 

How  louely  pouertie  dwels  on  her  backe! 

Did  but  the  proud  world  note  her  as  I  doe, 
260  She  would  ca  ft  oft'  rich  robes,  forlweare  rich  ftate, 

To  cloth  them  in  fuch  poore  abiliments. 

Father], I  good  fortune  ever  bleffe  thine  age. 

Ian.     All  happines  attend  my  gracious  Lorde. 


237  content,]  240  kettle,]  241  Exit,  lia:]  247  backs]  248  soule,] 
249  want.]  252  runaing];  cbenso  in  der  vorhergehenden  Biihnen- 
weiaumj.  Coll,  254  vs.]  255  is,]  ;^E)6  for  beautie]  Coll.  '^58  backe,] 
261  abiliments,] 


-   11   - 

Marq.    And  what  wifli  you  faire  Maide? 

Grif.  That  your  liig-h  thouglits 

265  To  your  contentment  may  be  fatisfied. 

Mar.     Thou  wouldi't  wil'h  foe,  knewft  thou  for  what  I  come. 
Brother  of  Pauiaf,]  beholde  this  virgin^ 
Mario[,]  Lepido|,]  is  fhe  not  faire? 

Pa.     Brother],]  I  haue  not  leene  fo  meane  a  creature, 
270  So  full  of  beautie. 

Mar.  Were  but  Griff  lis  birth 

As  worthie  as  her  forme,  fhe  might  be  held 
A  fit  companion  for  the  greateft  ftate. 

Lau.     Oh  blindnes,  fo  that  men  may  beautie  finde, 
They  nere  refpect  the  beauties  of  the  minde. 
275     Marq.   Father  Tanicolaf,]  whats  hee  that  Ipeake? 

Ian.    A  poore  defpifed  fcholler  and  my  Sonne. 

Mar.     This  is  no  time  to  holde  difpute  with  fchollers. 
Tell  me  in  faith  olde  man|,]  what  doft  thou  thinke, 
Becaufe  the  Marqueffe  vilits  thee  fo  oft? 
280     Ian.     The  will  of  Princes  fubiects  muft  not  ferch, 
Let  it  fuffice,  your  grace  is  welcome  hither. 

Marq.     And  ile  requite  that  welcome  if  I  liue. 
Griffill[,]  fuppofe  a  man  fhould  loue  you  dearely, 
As  I  know  fome  that  doe,  would  you  agree 
285  To  quittance  true  affection  with  the  like? 

Gri.    None  is  fo  fond  to  fancie  pouertie. 

Mar.     I  fay  there  is:  come  Lords[,]  ftand  by  my  fide. 
Nay  brother[,]  you  are  fped  and  haue  a  wife, 
Then  giue  vs  leaue  that  are  all  Batchelers. 
290  Now  Griffil,  eye  vs  well  and  giue  your  verdicte, 
Which  of  vs  three  you  holde  the  propreft  man. 

Gri.     I  haue  no  fkill  to  iudge  proportions. 

Marq.    Nay  then  you  left,  women  haue  eagles  eyes, 
To  prie  euen  to  the  heart,  and  why  not  you? 
295  Come,  we  ftand  fairely,  freely  speake  your  minde, 
For  by  my  birth,  he  whome  thy  choice  fhall  bleffe, 
Shall  be  thy  hufband. 

Mar.  What  intends  your  grace? 


264  thoughts.]       270  birth,]       282  Hue,]        285  like]        289  Bat- 
chelers,]     291  man,] 


-     12    — 

Lepi.    My  Lord[,]  I  haue  vowed  to  leade  a  fingle  life. 

Marq.     A  (ingle  life?  this  cunning  cannot  ferue. 
300  Doe  not  I  know  you  loue  her|?|  I  haue  heard 
Your  paffions  fpent  for  her^  your  fighes  for  her. 
Mario  to  the  wonder  of  her  beautie, 
Compiled  a  Sonnet. 

Mar.  I  my  Lord  write  fonnets? 

Marq.     You  did  intreate  me  to  intreate  her  father, 
305  That  you  might  haue  his  daughter  to  your  wife. 

Lep.     To  anie  one  I  willingly  religne. 
All  intereft  in  her,  which  doth  looke  like  mine. 

Mar.    My  Lorde[,]  I  fweare  fhe  nere  fhall  be  my  bride, 
I  hope  (heele  fweare  fo  too[,]  being  thus  denide. 
310     Marq.    Both  of  you  turn'd  Apoftataes  in  loue, 
Nay  then  lie  play  the  cryer:  once,  twice,  thrice, 
Speake  or  fhee's  gone  els:  no,  fince  twill  not  be. 
Since  you  are  not  for  her,  yet  fhee's  for  me. 

Pau.    What  meane  you  Brother? 

Marq.  Faith[,]  no  more  but  this: 

315  By  loues  mo  ft  wondrous  Metamorphofis, 

To  turne  this  Maide  into  your  Brothers  wife. 
Nay  fweet  heart[,]  looke  not  Itrange[:]  I  doe  not  left, 
But  to  thine  eares  mine  Amorous  thoughts  impart. 
Gualter  protefts  he  loues  thee  Avith  his  heart. 
320     Lau.    The  admiration  of  fuch  happines. 
Makes  me  aftonifht. 

Grif.  Oh  my  gracious  Lord, 

Humble  not  your  high  ftate  to  my  lowe  birth. 
Who  am  not  worthy  to  be  held  your  flaue, 
Much  lelfe  your  wife. 

Marq.  Griflillf,]  that  I'hall  fuffice, 

3251  count  thee  worthie:  olde  lanicola, 

Art  thou  content  that  I  i'hall  be  thy  Sonne? 

Ian.     I  am  vnworthy  of  fo  great  a  good. 

Marq.  Turh|,|  turh[,]  talke  not  of  worth,  in  honeft  tearmes[, 
Tell  mo  if  I  Ihall  haue  her?  for  by  heauen[,| 


298  life,]  299  ferue,]  300  heard?]  301  fighes  for  her,]  305  to 
his  wife.]  Coll.  307  mine,]  309  denide,]  316  wife,]  319  heart,] 
323  Whonie  not]  Coll. 


—    13    — 

330Unleffe  your  free  confent  alowe  my  choice^ 
To  win  ten  kingdom es  He  not  call  her  mim 
Whats  thy  Sonnes  name?  \n^^^  y,  - 

Ian.  Laureo[,]  My  graciouj^  Lord. 

Marq.     He  haue  both  your  conlents:  I  tell  ye  Lords,  ■ 
I  haue  wooed  the  virgin  long^  oh  manie  an  houre^ 
335  Haue  I  bin  glad  to  fteale  from  all  your  eyes^ 
To  come  difguifd  to  her:  I  fweare  to  you, 
Beautie  firft  made  me  loue,  and  vertue  woe. 
I  lou'd  her  lowlynes,  but  when  I  tride 
What  vertues  were  intempled  in  her  breft, 
340  My  chaft  hart  fwore  that  fhe  fhould  be  my  bride[:] 
Say  Father,  muft  I  be  forfworne  or  noe? 

Ian.     What  to  my  Lord  I'eemes  beft  to  me  feemes  fo[.| 

Marq.     Laureo[,]  whats  your  opinion? 

Lau.  Thus  my  Lorde. 

If  equall  thoughts  durit  both  your  ftates  conferre, 
345Her's  is  to  lowe,  and  you  to  high  for  her. 

Marq.     What  faies  faire  Griflill  now? 

Grif.  This  doth  fhe  fay, 

As  her  olde  Father  yeeldes  to  your  dread  will, 
So  fhe  her  fathers  pleafure  muft  fulfill. 
If  olde  lanicola  make  Griffill  yours, 
350  Griffill  muft  not  deny,  yet  had  fhe  rather 

Be  the  poore  Daughter  ftill  of  her  poore  Father. 

Marq.    He  gild  that  pouertie,  and  make  it  fhine, 
With  beames  of  dignitie:  this  bale  attire, 
Thefe  Ladies  fhall  teare  of,  and  decke  thy  beautie 
355  In  robes  of  .honour,  that  the  world  may  fay, 
Vertue  and  beautie  was  my  bride  to  day. 

Mar.     This  meane  choice,  will  diftaine  your  noblenes|.] 

Marq.    No  more  Mario[:]  then  it  doth  difgrace 
The  Sunne  to  fhine  on  me. 

Lep.  Shee's  poore  and  bale. 

360     Marq.     Shee's  rich:  for  vertue  beautifies  her  face. 

Pau.    What  will  y^  world  fay  when  the  trump  of  fame 
Shall  found  your  high  birth  with  a  beggers  name? 


337  woe,]       345  her,]       350  rather,] 


-     14    — 

Marq.    The  world  ftill  lookes  a  fquint^  &  I  deride 
His  purblind  iudgement;  Gririill  is  my  Bride. 
365Janicola^  and  Laureo:  father^  brother, 

You  and  your  Son[,]  grac'd  with  our  royall  fauour, 
Shall  Hue  to  outweare  time  in  happines. 

Enter  Babulo. 

Ba.    Marter|,|  I  haue  made  a  good  fire:    lirha    Grifrill,    the 
firhe  I—] 
370     Ian.     Fall  on  thy  knees  thou  foole:    fee  heeres  our  duke[.] 

Ba.  I  haue  not  offended  him,  therefore  He  not  ducke  and 
he  were  ten  Dukes.  He  kneele  to  none  but  God  and  my 
Prince. 

Lau.  This  is  thy  Prince,  be  filent  Babulo ! 
375  Bab.  Silence  is  a  vertue,  marie  tis  a  dumbe  vertue:  I 
loue  vertue  that  Ipeakes,  and  has  a  long  tongue  like  a  bel- 
weather,  to  leade  other  vertues  after:  if  he  be  a  Prince,  I 
hope  hee  is  not  Prince  ouer  my  tongue;  snailes,  wherefore 
come  all  thefe:  Mafter[,]  heeres  not  fifh  enough  for  vs. 
380  Sirha  GrifIill[,J  the  fire  burnes  out. 

Marq.    Tell  me  my  loue[,]  what  pleafant  fellow  is  this? 

Gri.    My  aged  Fathers  feruant[,]  my  gracious  Lorde. 

Bab.    How,  my  loue:  mafter[,J  a  worde  to  y^   wife,  fcillicet 
me[,]  my  loue. 
385     Marq.    Whats  his  name? 

Bab.    Babulo  Sir  is  my  name. 

Marq.    Why  doft  thou  tremble  fo?    we  are  al  thy  friends. 

Bab.    Its  hard  fir  for  this  motley  lerkin,  to  find  friendfhip 
with  this  fine  doublet. 
390     Marq.    Iamcola[,]  bring  him  to  Court  with  thee. 

Bab.     You  may    be   afham'd    to  lay    fuch  knauifh   burden 
vppon  olde  ages  fhoulders:  but  I  fee  they  are  ftooping  a  little, 
all  crie  downe  with  him:  He  fhall  not  bring  me  fir,  ile  carrie 
my  felfe. 
395     Marq.    I  pray  thee  doe,  Ile  haue  thee  Hue  at  court. 

Ba.    I  haue  a  better  trade  fir,  bafketmaking. 

Marq.    Griffill|,l  I  like  thy  mans  fimplicitie, 


364  Bride,]       378  tonge,]        379  vs,]       385  name,]        395  court,] 
396  bafketmaking,] 


-     15    - 

Still  fhall  he  be  thy  feruant[.]  Babulo, 

Griffill[,]  thy  miftrelle,  now  fhall  be  my  wife. 

400     Bab.    I  thinke  firf,]  I  am  a  fitter  hufband  for  her. 

Marq.    Why  fhouldft  thou  think  [so?|    I  wil  make  her  rich. 

Bab.     Thats  al   one   fir,  beggers  are  fit  for  beggers,  getle- 

folkes  for  getlefolkes :    I  am  afraid  y*  this   woder    of  y«  rich 

louing  y«  poor,   wil  laft   but   nine  dales:    old  M.[,]    bid    this 

405merrie  gentlema  home  to  dinner,  you  fhal  haue  a  good   difh 

of  fifh   fir:   &  thank  him  for  his  good  wil   to  your  daughter 

Grif.[;]    for  ile  be   hagd  if  he    do  not    (as  many  rich  cogging 

marchats    now   a   dales    doe  when  they  haue   got  what  they 

would)  giue  her  the  belles,  let  her  flye. 

410     Gri.    Oh  beare  my  Lord  with  his  intemperate  tongue[.l 

Marq.     Grifiill,  I  take  delight  to  heare  him  talke. 

Bab.    I,  I,  y'oare  beft   take  mee   vp   for   your  foole:    are 

not  you  he,  that  came  fpeaking  lb  to  Griffill  heere?  doe  you 

remember  how  I  knockt  you  once  for  offering  to  haue  a  licke 

415  at  her  lips  ? 

Marq.     I  doe  remember  it  and  for  thy  paines, 

A  golden  recompence  ile  giue  to  thee. 

Bab.     Why  doe,  and  ile  knock  you  as  often  as  you  lift. 

Marq.     Grinill[,]  this  merrie  fellow  fhall  be  mine, 

420  But  we  forget  our  felues,  the  dale  growes  olde. 

Come  Lords[,]  cheare  vp  your  lookes  &  with  faire  smiles, 

Grace  our  intended  nuptials:  time  may  come, 

When  all  commaunding  loue  your  hearts  fubdue, 

The  Marqueffe  may  performe  as  much  for  you. 

[Exeunt. 

Enter  Farneze,  Vrcenze,  and  Rice  meeting  them  running. 

425     Far.     Rice[,]  how  now  man?  whether  art  {)^  gallopping? 

Ric.     Faith  euen  to    finde  a  full   maunger:   my  teeth  water 

till  I  be  mounching,    I  haue  bin  at  the  Cutlers,    to  bid  him 

bring  away  Sir  Owens  rapier,   and  I  am  ambling  home  thus 

fast,  for  feare  I  am  driuen  to  faft. 
430     Vrc.      But    Sirha   Rice,    when's    the    day?     will    not    thy 

mafter  Sir  Owen  and  Signior  Emulo  fight? 


401  think,  I]  so  von  Coll.  eingesetzt.  408  Die  Klammer  steht  im 
alien  DrucJce  hinter  marchats.  409  would,]  413  fo?  to  Griffill  heere,] 
415  lips.] 


-    16    - 

Ric.    No,    for  Signior  Emulo    lias  warn'd  my  Mafter  to  the 
court  of  Confcience,    and  tlieres  an  order  fet  downe,  that  the 
coward  fhall  pay  my  Mafter  good  words  weekeliC;  till  the 
435  debt  of  his  choller  be  runne  out. 

Far.    Excellent^   but  did  not  Emulo   write    a  challenge    to 
Sir  Owen[?| 

Eice.     No[,]  he  fent    a  terrible    one^  but  hee  gaue  a  fexton 
of  a  Church  a  groate  to  write  it,  and  hee  (et  his  marke  to  it; 
440  for  the  gull  can  neither  write  nor  reade. 

Vrc.    Ha  ha,  not  write  and  reade?  why|V|  T  haue  feene  him 
pul  out  a  bundle  of  lonnets  writen,  &  read  them  to  Ladies. 

Far.  He  got  the  by  heart  Vrcenze,  &  fo  deceiu'd  the  poor 
foules:  as  a  gallant  whome  I  know,  cozens  others:  for  my 
445  brifke  spagled  babie  will  come  into  a  Stationers  f hop,  call  for 
a  ftoole  and  a  cufhion,  and  then  afking  for  fome  greeke 
Poet,  to  him  he  falles,  and  there  he  grumbles  God  knowes 
what,  but  He  be  fworne  he  knowes  not  fo  much  as  one 
Character  of  the  tongue. 
450     Ric.    Why[,]  then  its  greeke  to  him. 

Far.     Ha,  ha,  Emulo  not  write  and  read? 
Ric.     Not  a  letter  and  you  would  hang  him. 
Vrc.    Then  heele  neuer  be  faued  by  his  book. 
Ric.    No|,J  nor  by  his  good  workes,    for  heele   doe   none. 
455  Signiors  both,   I  commend  you  to  the  fkies,   I  commit  you  to 
God,  adew. 
Far.    Nay  fweet  Rice[,J  a  little  more. 

Ric.  A  little  more  will  make  me  a  great  deale  leffe, 
houfe  keeping  you  know  is  out  of  fafhion:  unlelTe  I  ride  poTt, 
460 1  kiffe  the  poft:  in  a  worde  ile  tell  you  all,  challenge  was 
fent,  anfwered  no  fight,  no  kill,  all  friends,  all  fooles,  Emulo 
coward.  Sir  Owen  braue  man,  farewell,  dinner,  hungrier  little 
cheare,  great  great  ftomacke,  meate,  meat,  meate,  mouth, 
mouth,  mouth,  adue,  adue,  adue. 

[Exit. 
465     Vrc.    Ha,  ha,  adue  Rice,  Sir  Owen    belike   keepes  a  leane 
Kitchin. 

Far.    What   els  man[?l    thats   one    of  the   miferable  vowes 
he  makes  when  hee's  dubd :  yet  he  doth  but  as  manie  of  his 


441  Ric]  Coll      457  more,] 


-     17    — 

brother  knights  doe,  keepe  an  ordinarie  table  for  him  and  his 

470  long  coate  follower. 

Vrc.  That  long  coate  makes  the  mafter  a  little  king,  for 
wherfoeuer  his  piece  of  a  follower  comes  hopping  after  him, 
hees  fiire  of  a  double  giiarde. 

Far.     He  fet  fome  of  the  Pages  vpon  thy  Ikirts  for  this. 

475  Vrc.  I  Ihall  feele  them  no  more  then  fo  many  fleas,  there- 
fore I  care  not :  but  Farneze[,]  youle  prooue  a  moft  accomplifht 
coxecombe. 

Far.  Oh  olde  touch  lad,  this  yonker  is  right  Trinidado|,] 
pure  leafe  Tobacco,  for  indeed  hee's  nothing[:]  purffe,    reeke, 

480  and  would  be  tried  (not  by  God  and  his  countrie)  but  by  fire, 
the  verie  Ibule  of  his  fubftance  and  needes  would  conuert 
into  fmoke. 

Vrc.  Hee's  Steele  to  the  backe  you  fee,  for  he  writes 
Challenges. 

485  Far.  True,  and  Iron  to  the  head,  oh  theres  a  rich  leaden 
minerall  amongft  his  braines,  if  his  fkull  were  well  digd. 
Sirha  Vrcence,  this  is  one  of  thofe  changeable  Silke  gallants, 
who  in  a  verie  fcuruie  prid,  fcorne  al  fchollers,  and  reade  no 
bookes    but  a  looking   glaffe,    and    fpeake    no   language  but 

490fweet  Lady,  and  (weet  Signior[,]  and  chew  between  their 
teeth  terrible  words,  as  though  they  would  coiiiure,  as  com- 
plement and  Proiects,  and  Faftidious,  &  Caprichious,  and 
Mifprizian,  and  the  Sintherefis  of  the  foule,  and  fuch  like 
raife  veluet  tearmes. 

495     Vrc.    What  be  the  accoutremets  now  of  thefe  gallats? 

Far.     Indeed  thats  one  of  their  fuftia    outladifh  phrafesto, 
marrie  fir[,]    their  accoutremets,   are  al  ]}®  fatalticke  fafhions, 
l)t  can  be  taken  vp,  either  vpo  truft  or  at  fecond  hand. 
Vrc.     Whats  their  quallities? 

500  Far.  None  good,  thefe  are  the  belt:  to  make  good  faces: 
to  take  Tobacco  well,  to  fpit  well,  to  laugh  like  a  wayting 
Gentlewoman,  to  lie  well,  to  blufh  for  nothing,  to  looke  big 
vpon  little  fellowes,  to  fcoffe  with  a  grace,  though  they  haue 
a  verie  filthie  grace  in  fcoffing,  and  for  a  neede  to  ride  prettie 

505  and  well. 


486  digd,]    488  alschollers,]  Coll.   495  accoutremets]  Coll    497  accon- 
tremets,]  Coll.      502  Genllewoman,]  Coll.      503  haiie]  Coll. 


-    18    - 

Vrc.     They  cannot  choofe   but    ride    well^    becaufe   euerie 
good  wit  rides  them. 

Far.    Heere's  the  difference,    that  they  ride  vpon    horfes, 

and  when  they  are  ridden[j]  they  are  fpur'd  for  affes;  fo  they 

510  can  crie  wighee    and  hollow   kicking  iade,    they    care   not  if 

they  liaue  no  more  learning  then  a  lade. 

Enter  Emuloe8[,]   Sir  Owen   talking,   Rice   after  them   eating  fecretly. 

Vrc.    No    more    of  thefe   ladifh    tricks:    heere    comes    the 
hohbie  horfe. 

Far.    Oh  he   wonld  daunce  a   morrice   rarely  if  hee  were 
515  hung  with  belles. 

Vrc.    He  would  iangle  vilanoufly. 

Far.    Peace[,]  lets  incounter  them. 

S.  0.    By  Cod  Sir  EmuloeS;   fir  Owen    is  clad   out  a  crie, 

becauf  is  friends  with  her,  for  Sir  Owen  fweare,  did  her  not 

520  fweare,  Rice  ? 

Ric.    Yes  forfooth. 

Spits  out  his  meate. 

S.  Ow.    By  Cod[,]  is  fweare  terrible  to  knog  her  pade,  and 
fling  her  fpingle  legs  at  plum  trees,  when  her  come  to  fall  to 
hur   tagger   and  fencing  trigs,   yes  faith,    and  to   breag  her 
525  f bins f,]  did  her  not  Rice? 

Ric.    Y^s  by  my  troth  Sir. 

S.  Ow.    By  Cods  vdge  me|,]    is   all  true ,   and    to    giue   her 

a   great   teale   of  blouddie    nofe,   becaufe    Sir  Emuloes    you 

fhallenge  the    prittifh    Knight.    Rice    you    knowe    Sir  Owen 

53Q  fhentleman  firft,  and  fecondly  knight,  what  apox  ale  you  Rice, 

is  fhoke  now? 

Ric.    No  Iir|,|  I  haue  my    flue    fences   and  am  as   wel  as 
any  man. 

S.  0.    Weill,]  here  is  hand,  now  is  mighty  friends. 
535     Emu.    Sir  Owen  f— | 

Far.    Now  the  gallimaufrie  of  language  comes  in. 

Emu.    I  proteft  to  you,  the  magnitude   of  my  condolement, 
hath  bin  eleuated  the  higher  to  fee  you  and  my  felfe,  two 
gentlemen  [— ] 
54Q     S.  Ow.    Nay  tis  well  kuowne  Sir  Owen  is    good  fhentle- 
man, is  not|,|  Rice? 

509  affes,]       511  hawe]  Coll.      521  In  der  Buhnenanweimng  Spit] 
Coll.       529  Knight,]      539  gentlemen.] 


,<5- 

Ric.     He  that  f  hall  deny  it  Sir[,]  ile  make  him  eate  his  words. 

Emu.     Good  friend^    I  am  not  in  the  Negatiue[:]  ,bee'  not 
fo   Caprichious,    you  milprize  me,    my  collocution   tedeth   to 
545  S.  Owens  dignifiing. 

Far.    Lets    ftep   in.     God  faue  you  Singnior  Emulo. 

Vrc.    Well  encountred  S.  Owen. 

S.  0.     Owe,    how  do    you[?]  S.  Em.  is    Trends    out   a    cry 
now[;]   but  Emuloes[,]   take  heede,  you  match  no  more  lone 
550 trigs  to  widdow  Gwenthyans,  by  Cod  vrdge  me,  that  doe  lo 
muft  knoge  her,  lee  you  nowe? 

Em.   Not  fo  tempeftious  Iweet  knight:  though  to  my  difcon- 
folation,   I  will  obliuionize  my  loue   to  the  welch   widdowe, 
and  doe  heere  proclaime  my  delinquirhment,  but  fweet  Signior[,] 
555  be  not  to  Diogenicall  to  me. 

Sir  0.    Ha  ha[,]  is  knowe  not  what  genicalls  meane,  but  Sir 
Owen  will  genicall  her,  and  her  tag  her  genicalling  Gwenthyan. 

Far.    Nay    faith[,]  weele  haue    you  found  friends  indeede, 
otherwife  you  know,   Signior  Emulo,  if  you  fhould  beare   all 
560  the  wrongs,  you  would  be  out  Athlaffed. 

Emu.     Mo  ft  true. 

Sir  0.  By  god[,]  is  out  a  crie  friends,  but  harg  Farneze, 
Vrcenze[,]  twag  a  great  teale  to  Emuloes :  Ow.  is  great  teale 
of  trends:  ha  ha[,l  is  tell  fine  admirable  fheft,  by  Cod[,] 
565  Emuloes,  for  feare  S.  Owen,  knog  her  f hines,  is  tell.  Sir  Owen 
by  tozen  shentlemen[,]  her  pooets  is  put  about  with  lathes, 
ha,  ha,  ferge  her[,]  ferge  her. 

Fa.  No  more[,]  tell  Vrcenze  of  it:  w^hy  fhould  you  two 
fall  out  for  the  loue  of  a  woman,  confidering  what  ftore  we 
570 haue  of  them?  Sir  Emulof,]  I  gratulate  your  peace,  your 
company  you  know^  is  precious  to  vs,  and  weele  bee  merrie, 
and  ride  abroad:  before  god[,]  now  I  talke  of  riding,  Sir 
Owen  me  thinkes  has  an  excellent  boote. 

Vrc.    His  leg  graces  the  boote. 
575     S.  Ow.    By  God[,]  is  fine  leg  and  fine  poote  to:  but  Emulas 
leg  is  petter,  and  finer,  and  fhenglier  fkin  to  weare. 

Emu.    I  bought  them  of  a  pennurious  Cordwainer,  &  they 
are  the  moft  incongruent  that  ere  I  ware. 


546  Lets  ftep  in,]      560  our  statt  out]  Coll.      565  S.  Owen,] 

2* 


—     20     ~ 

S.  Own.  Congruent?  rploud[,]  what  leather  is  congruent, 
580  fpanirh  leather  ? 

Emu.  Ha  ha,  well  Gentlemen[,]  I  haue  other  proiects 
becken  for  me,  I  muft  difgrefle  from  this  bias,  and  leaue  you: 
accept  I  befeech  you  of  this  vulgar  and  domeftick  complement. 

Whilft    they    are    falutiiig,    Sir  Owen  gets    to  Emuloes    leg    and    puis 
downe  his  Boote. 

Sir  0.    Pray  Emuloes|,]  let  her  fee  her  congruente  leather[;) 
585 ha  ha,   owe  what    a  pox   is  heere:   ha,  ha|,)  is   mag  a  wall 
to  her  fhins,  for  keeb  her  warme? 

Fa.   Whats  heer[,]  lathes?  where's  the  lime  &  hair  Emulo? 

Ric.     Oh  rare,  is  this  to  faue  his  Ihins? 

S.  Ow.    Ha,  ha,  Eice[,|  goe  call  Gwenthyan. 
590     Ric.     I  will  malter[:]  dahoma,  Gwenthyan[,]  dahoma? 

S.  Ow.    A  pogs  on  her[,]  goe  fedge  her  and  call  her  within. 

Ric.     I  am  gone  fir. 

[Exit  Rice. 

Fa.    Nay  fir  Owen[,]  what  meane  you? 

S.  Ow.    By   Cod[,]    is  meane    ta   let  Gwenthyan    fee    what 

595bobie  foole  loue  her,  a  pogs  on  you. 

Emu.     Sir  Owen  and  Signiors   both,   doe  not  expatiate  my 

obloquie,  my  loue  fhall  bee  fo  fa  ft  conglutinated  to  you. 

S.  Ow.     Cods    plud,    you    call    her  gluttons?     Gwenthyan, 

fo  ho  Gwenthyan? 

QQQ     Emu.     He  not  difgeft  this  pill,  Signiors,  adieu. 

You  are  Faftidious  and  I  banifh  you. 

[Exit  Emnlo. 

Enter  Gwenthyan. 

Fa.  Gods  fo,  heere  comes  the  widdow,  but  in  faith  Sir 
Owen[,]  fay  nothing  of  this. 

S.  Ow.  No|,|  goe  to  the!  by  Cod[,l  Sir  Owen  beare  as 
gQ5praue  minde  as  Emprour. 

Gwe.    Who  calles  Gwenthyan  fo  great  teale  of  time? 

Vrc.    Sweet  widdow|,]  euen  your  countrieman  heere. 

S.  Ow.    Belly  the  ruddo  whee:  wrage    witho,  Mandag  eny 
Mou  dujac  whellock  en  wea  awh. 
610     ^we.    Sir  Owen|,J    gramarrye   whee:    Gwenthyan  Mandage 
eny,  ac  wellock  en  Thawen  en  ryn  mogh. 


587  Emulo,]      589  Gwenthyan,]      598  gluttons,]      604  the,] 


-     21    — 

Far.  Muudage  Thlawen,  oh  my  good  widdow|,|  gabble 
that  we  may  vnderftand  you,  and  haue  at  you. 

S.  Ow.    Haue   at   her:   nay  by  Cod[,l  is  no  haue  at  her  to. 
61518  tawge  in  her  prittilh  tongue,   for  tis  fine  delicates  tongue, 
I  can  tell  her:  welfhe  tongue  is  finer  as  greeke  tongue. 

Far.    A  bakte  Neates  tongue  is  finer  then  both. 

S.  Ow.    But  what    faies   Gwenthyans   now?   will  haue  Sir 
Owen?    Sir  Owen  is  knowne  for  a  wifelie  man,  as  any  fince 
620  Adam  and  Eues  time,  and  that  is  by  Gods  vdge  me  a  great 
teale  agoe. 

Vrc.    I  thinke  Salomon  was  wifer  then  Sir  Owen. 

S.  Ow.  Salomons  had  prettie  wit:  but  what  fay  you  to 
King  Tauie:  King  Tauie  is  well  knowne  was  as  good  muli- 
625  tions,  as  the  peft  fidler  in  aul  Italie,  and  King  Tauie  was  Sir 
Owens  countrieman,  yes  truely  a  prettifh  fhentlemen  porne, 
and  did  twinckle,  twinckle,  twinckle,  out  a  crie  vpon  welfh- 
harpe,  and  tis  knowne  Tauie  loue  Mistris  Perfabe,  as  Sir 
Owen  loues  Gwenthyan:  will  her  haue  Sir  Owen  now? 
630  Far.  Faith  widdow[,]  take  him,  Sir  owen  is  a  tall  man  I 
can  tell  you. 

S.  ow.  Tall  man,  as  God  vnde  mee,  her  thinke  the  prittifh 
fhentleman  is  faliant  as  Mars[,]  that  is  [— ]  the  fine  knaues, 
the  poets  fay  [— ]  the  God  of  pribles  &  prables.  I  hope  wid- 
635  dowe[,  I  you  fee  little  more  in  Sir  owen  then  in  Sir  Emuloes ; 
fay  fhall  her  haue  her  now?  tis  faliant,  as  can  defire,  I 
warrant  her. 

Gw.     Sir  Owen,    Sir  Owen,  tis  not  for  faliant,   Gwenthyan 
care   lb  much,   but   for  honeft   and  fertuous,    and  louing  and 
640pundall  to  leade  her  haue  her  will. 

S.  owe.  God  vdge  mee,  tage  her  away  to  her  hufband, 
and  is  led  her  haue  her  will  owd  a  crie,  yet  by  God  is  pridle 
her  well  enoughe. 

Gw.     Well    S.  owen,     Gwenthyan    is    going   to   her    cozen 
645  Gualther  the  Duke ,  for   you  knowe  is    her  neere  cozen   by 
marriage,  by  tother  hufband  that  pring  her  from  Wales. 

ow.  By  Cod|,]  Wales  is  better  countrie  than  Italics,  a  great 
teale  lb  better. 


614  to,]     616  her.]     619  Owen,]     633  fhentleman,]     634  prables,] 
635  Emuloes,]      636  her?  haue  her  now,] 


-     22    - 

Gw.    Now  if  her    cozen  Gwalther   fay    Gwenthyan[,]    tage 

650  ths  pritifh  knight,    fhall  loue  her  diggon:  but  miift  haue  her 

good  will:  marg  your  thad  Sir  owen. 

ow.    Owe  whats  elfe:    Sir  owen  marg  })*  ferrewel,  yet  fhall 

tage  her  downe  quiglie  inough;    come  widdowe[Vl  will  wag  to 

the  coward,   now  to  her  cozen,    and  bid  her  cozen   tell  her 

655  minde  of  Sir  owen. 

Gw.    Youle  man  Gwenthyan  Sir  owen? 

ow.    Yes  by   Codf,J    and   prauely  to;    come  Shentlemans[J 

you'le  tag  paines  to  goe  with  her. 

Far.    Weele  follow  you  prefently  Sir  owen, 

660     S.  ow.     Come  widdow:  Vn  loddis  Glane  Gwethya  a  mondu. 

Gw.    Gramercie  wheeh.  Am  a  Mock  honnoh. 

[Exeunt. 

Far.  So  this  wil  be  rare:  Sirrah  Vrcenze,  at  the  marriage 
night  of  thefe  two,  infteede  of  lo  Hymen,  we  fhall  heere  hey 
ho  Hiemen,  their  loue  will  bee  like  a  great  fire  made  of  bay 
6651eaues,  that  yeeldes  nothing  but  cracking  noife,  noife. 

Vrc.   If  fhe  miffe  his  crowne[,]  tis  no  matter  for  crackking. 

Far.    So  fhe  foader  it  againe,  it  will  paffe  currant. 

Enter  Onophrio  and  lulia  walking  ouer  the  Stage. 

Vrc.    Peace[,]  heere  comes  our  faire  miftris. 

Far.    Lets  haue  a  fling  at  her. 
670     Vrc.     So  you  may,  but  the  hardnes  is  to  hit  her. 

Ono.     Farewel[!]  Farneze[,|  you  atted  wel  vpo  your  miftris. 

lul.    Nay,  nay,   their  wages  fhall  be  of  the  fame  colour 
that  their  feruice  is  of. 

Far.     Faith     miftris|,]    would    you    had    trauelled    a    litile 
675fooner  this  way,  you  fhould  haue  feene  a  rare  comedy  acted 
by  Emulo. 

Vrc.    Euerie   courteous   mouth    will    be    a  ftage     for   that, 
rather  tell  her  of  the  welch  tragedie  that's  towards. 
'     lul.    What  Tragedie? 
680     Far.     Sir  Owen  I'hall  marrie  your  couzen  Gwenthyan. 

lul.    Ift  poffible:    oh  they  two  will  beget  braue    warriours: 
for  if  fhe  scolde[,]  heele  fight,  and  if  he  quarrell[,J  fheele  take 


653  inough,]      657  to,]     658  her?]     666  crackking,]      671  miftris,] 
680  Gwenthyan,] 


-     23     - 

vp  the  bucklers:    Hiee's   fire    and  hee's  brimftone,   muft  not 
there  be  hot  doeings  then[,)  thinke  you? 
685     On.    Theyle  prooue  Turtles,  for  their  hearts  being  lb  like, 
they  cannot  choole  but  bee  loning. 

lul.    Turtles:  Turkie-cocks,  for  Gods    loue[,]    lets   intreate 

the  Duke  my  brother,  to  make  a  lawe,  that  where foeuer  Sir 

Owen  and  his  Ladie  dwell,   the  next  neighbour  may  alwaies 

690 be   Conftable,    leaft  the    peace   bee    broken,    for   theyle   doe 

nothing  but  crye  arme,  arme,  arme. 

Far.   I  thinke  fir  Owen  would  die  rather  then  loofe  her  loue. 

lul.    So  thinke  not  I. 

On.    I  fhould  for  lulia,  if  1  were  Julies  hufband. 
695     lul.    Therefore  lulia    fhal  not  be  Onophries   wife,   for  He 
haue  none  die  for  me.    I  like  not  that  coloure. 

Far.    Yes[,]  for  your  loue  you  would  lulia. 

lul.    No[,]  nor  yet  for  my  hate  Farneze. 

Vrc.    Would  you  not  haue  men  loue  you  fweet  miftris? 
700     lul.    No[,]  not  I,  fye  vpon  it  fweet  feruant. 

On.    Would  you  wifh  men  to  hate  you? 

lul.    Yes[,]    rather  then  loue  me,    of  al  faints  I  loue  not  to 
ferue  miftris  Venus. 

Far.    Then  I  perceiue  you  raeane  to  leade  apes  in  hell. 
705     lul.     That  fpiteful   prouerbe   was    proclaim'd    againft  them 
that  are  marryed  vpon  earth,  for  to  be  married  is  to  Hue  in 
a  kinde  of  hell. 

Far.    I[,]  as  they  doe  at  barlibreake. 

lul.  Your  wife  is  your  ape,  and  that  heauie  burthen 
710wedlocke,  your  lacke  an  Apes  clog,  therefore  ile  not  bee 
tyed  too,  t:  Mafter  Farneze,  (weet  virginitie  is  that  inuifible 
God-head  that  turns  vs  into  Angells,  that  makes  vs  faints 
on  earth  and  ftarres  in  heauen:  heere  Virgins  leeme  goodly, 
but  there  glorious :  In  heauen  is  no  wooing[,]  yet  all  there  are 
7151ouely:  in  heauen  are  no  weddings[,]  yet  al  there  are 
loners. 

On.    Let   us[,J    fweet  Madame[,]    turne  earth   into   heauen, 
by  being  all  louers  heere  to. 

lul.    So  we  doe[,]  to  an  earthly  heauen  we  turne  it. 


687  louelets]         688  tomake]        690  theyl'e]        704  prceiue]  Coll. 


~     24    — 

720     On.    Nay[,J  but   deare  lulia,   tel  vs  why  Co  much  you  hate, 
to  enter  into  the  lifts  of  this  fame  combat[,l  Matrimonie? 

lul.     You    may  well   call  that  a  combat,  for  indeede   mar- 
riage is  nothing  elfe.  but  a  battaile  of  loue,  a  friendly  fighting, 
a  kinde  of  fauourable  terrible  warre:    but  you  erre  Onophrio 
725  in   thinking  I  hate  it|:l  I  deale  by  marriage  as   fome  Indians 
doe  [byj  the  Sunne,   adore  it,   and  reuerence  it,  but  dare  not 
ftare    on    it,    for    feare   I   be   ftarke    blinde:    you    three    are 
batchellers,    and  being  licke    of  this  maiden -head,    count  al 
thinges  bitter,    which  the   phificke  of  a  fingle  life  minnifters 
730  vnto  you :  you  imagine   if  you  could  mak  the   armes  of  faire 
Ladies  the  fpheres  of  your  hearts,  good  hearts,  then  you  were 
in  heauen:  oh  but  Batchilers[,]  take  heede,  you  are  no  fooner 
in  that  heauen,  but  you  ftraite  flip  into  hell. 
Far.    As  long  as  I  haue  a  beautifull  Ladie    to  torment  me, 
735  I  care  not. 

Vrc.    Nor  I[,]   the   fweetnes   of  her  lookes  fhall  make    me 
rellifh  any  punnifhment. 

On.    Except  the   punnifhment  of  the  horne[,]  VrcenzC;  put 

that  in. 

740     lul.    Nay  hee  were  beft  put  that  by:    Lord,  Lord,  fee  what 

vnthrifts    this    loue  makes  vs?   if  he  once   but  get   into  our 

mouthes,  hee  labours  to  turne  oar  tongues  to  clappers,  and  to 

ring  all  in,  at  Cupids  Church  when  we  were  better  to  bite  off 

our  togues,  fo  we  may  thru  ft  him  out,  Cupid  is  fworne  enemie 

745  to  time,  &  he  that  loofeth  time  I  can  tell  you  loofeth  a  friend. 

Fa,    I,  a  bald  friend. 

lu.  Therefore  my  good  feruantsl,]  if  you  weare  my  liuerie, 
caft  of  this  loofe  vpper  coate  of  loue:  bee  afhamde  to  waite 
vppon  a  boy,  a  wag,  a  blinde  boy,  a  wanton:  My  brother 
750 the  Duke  wants  our  companies,  tis  Idlenes  and  loue,  makes 
you  captaines  to  this  folitarines,  followe  me  &  loue  not,  & 
lie  teach  you  how  to  find  libertie. 
All.    We  obey    to   follow  you,   but  not  to  loue  you,    no[,] 

renounce  that  obedience. 

[Exeunt. 

Enter  the  Marquefre  and  Furio. 
755     Marq.    Furio. 
Fur.    My  Lorde. 
721  Martiraonie]    726  [by]  von  Coll.  eingesetzt.    745  afriend.]    747  if,] 


—    25    — 

Marq.     Thy  faith  I  oft  haue  tride,  thy  faith  I  credite[, 

For  I  haue  found  it  follid  as  the  rocke: 

No  babbling-  eccho  fits  vpon  thy  lips, 
760  For  filence  euen  in  fpeach,  doth  feale  them  vp. 

Wilt  thou  be  truftie  Furio  to  thy  Lorde? 
Fur.    I  will. 
Marq.  It  is  enough,  thofe  words  I  will, 

Yeelds  fweeter  muficke  then  the  gilded  founds, 

Which  chatting  parrats[,]  long  toung'd  ficophants, 
765  Send  from  the  organs  of  their  liren  voice. 

Griffill  my  wife  thou  feeft  beare  in  her  wombe, 

The  ioy  of  marriage:  Furio[,]  I  proteft. 

My  loue  to  her  is  as  the  heate  to  fire, 

Her  loue  to  mee  as  beautie  to  the  Sunne, 
770  (Infeperable  adiuncts)]:]  in  one  word. 

So  dearely  loue  I  Griffill,  that  my  life 

Shall  end,  when  fhe  doth  ende  to  be  my  wife. 
Fur.    Tis  well  done. 

Marq.    Yet  is  my  bofome  burnt  vp  with  defires, 
775  To  trie  my  Griffils  patience.  He  put  on 

A  wrinckled  forehead,  and  turne  both  mine  eyes 

Into  two  balles  of  fire,  and  clafpe  my  hand 

Like  to  a  mace  of  Iron,  to  threaten  death. 

But  Furio[,]  when  that  hand  lifts  vp  to  ftrike, 
780  It  fhall  flie  open  to  embrace  my  loue. 

Yet  Griffill  muft  not  knowe  this:  all  my  words, 

Shall  fmack  of  wormewood,  all  my  deeds  of  gall, 

My  tongue  fhall  iarre,  my  hart  be  muficall, 

Yet  Griffill  muft  not  knowe  this. 

Enter  Griffill. 

Fur.  Not  for  me. 

785     Marq.    Furio[,]  My  triall  is  thy  fecrecie. 

Yonder  fhe  comes:  on  goes  this  mafke  of  frownes, 
Tell  her  I  am  angrie:  men  men[,]  trie  your  wiues, 
Loue  that  abides  fharpe  tempefts,  fweetely  thriues. 

Fur.    My  Lorde  is  angry. 

760  vp,]      765  voice,]      776  eyes,]      784  this?] 


-     26     - 

790     Grif.    Angry?    the   heaues    fore  fed:    with  who?  for  what? 
Is  it  with  mee? 

Fur.  Not  me. 

Grif.  May  I  prefume; 

To  touch  the  vaine  of  that  fad  difcontent, 
Which  fwels  vpon  my  deare  Lords  angrie  browe? 

Marq.     Away  away ! 

Grif.  Oh  chide  me  not  away, 

795  Your  handmaid  GrilTill  with  vnuexed  thoughts, 
And  with  an  vnrepining  foule,  will  beare 
The  burden  of  all  forrowes,  of  all  woe, 
Before  the  fmalleft  griefe  fhould  wound  you  fo. 

Marq.     I  am  not  beholding  to  your  loue  for  this, 
800  Woman  I  loue  thee  not,  thine  eyes  to  mine 
Are  eyes  of  Balilifkes,  they  murder  me. 

Grif.     Suffer  me  to  part  hence,  He  teare  them  out, 
Becaufe  they  worke  fuch  treafon  to  my  loue. 

Marq.    Talke  not  of  loue|,]  I  hate  thee  more  the  poyfon 
805  That  ftickes  vpon  the  aires  infected  winges, 
Exhald  vp  by  the  hot  breath  of  the  Sunne. 
Tis  for  thy  fake  that  Ipeckled  infamie. 
Sits  like  a  fcreech-owle  on  my  honoured  breft, 
To  make  my  fubiects  ftare  and  mocke  at  mee. 
810  They  fweare  theyle  neuer  bend  their  awfull  knees 
To  the  bafe  iffue  of  thy  begger  wombe, 
Tis  for  thy  fake  they  curfe  me,  raile  at  me: 
Thinkft  thou  then  I  can  loue  thee|?|  (oh  my  foule) 
Why  didft  thou  builde  this  mountaine  of  my  fhame, 
815  Why  lye  my  ioyes  buried  in  Griffills  name  ? 

Gri.    My  gracious  Lorde  |— ] 

Marq.  Call  not  me  gracious  Lorde, 

See  woman|,|  heere  hangs  vp  thine  aunceftrie. 
The  monuments  of  thy  nobillitie. 
This  is  thy  ruffet  gentrie,  coate,  and  creft[:] 
820  Thy  earthen  honors  I  will  neuer  hide, 
Becaufe  this  bridle  fhall  pull  in  thy  pride. 


794  Away  away,]     806  Sunne,]    809  mee,]    810  knees,]     812  raile 
at  me,]      816  Lorde] 


—    27    — 

Grif.    Poore  GrilTill  is  not  proud  of  thefe  attires, 
They  are  to  me  but  as  your  liuerie, 
And  from  your  humble  reruant[,l  when  you  pleafe, 
825  You  may  take  all  this  outiide,  which,  indeede 
Is  none  of  Griflills,  her  beft  wealth  is  neede. 
He  caft  this  gaynelTe  of,  and  be  content 
To  weare  this  ruffet  brauerie  of  my  owne, 
For  thats  more  warme  then  this.    I  fhall  looke  olde, 
830  No  fooner  in  courfe  freeze  then  cloth  of  golde. 

Marq.     Spite  of  my  foule  fheele  triumph  ouer  mee. 

Fur.    Your  gloue  my  Lord. 

Marq.  Caft  downe  my  gloue   againe, 

Stoope  you  for  it,  for  I  will  haue  you  ftoope, 
And  kneele  euen  to  the  meaneft  groome  I  keepe. 
835     Grif.    Tis  but  my  duetie[;]  if  youle  haue  me  ftoope, 
Euen  to  your  meaneft  groome  my  Lord  ile  ftoope. 

Marq.    Furio[,]  how  flouenly  thou  goeft  attir'd? 

Fu.    Why  fo  my  lorde? 

Marq.    Looke  heere[,]  thy  fhooes  are  both  vntide, 
840  Griffillf;]  kneele  you  and  tye  them. 

Fur.  Pardon  me. 

Marq.    Quickely  I  charge  you. 

Grif.  Friend[/|  you  doe  me  wrong, 

To  let  me  holde  my  Lord  in  wrath  so  long, 
Stand  ftiliy  lie  kneele  and  tye  them:  w^hat  I  doe 
Furio  tis  done  to  him  and  not  to  you. 

Tyes  them. 

845     Fur.    Tis  fo. 

Marq.    Oh  ftrange[,]  oh  admirall  patience, 
I  feare  when  Griffills  bones  fleepe  in  her  graue, 
The  world  a  fecond  Griffill  nere  will  haue. 
Now  get  you  in. 

Grif.  I  goe  my  gracious  Lord. 

[Exit. 

850     Marq.    Didft  thou  not  here  her  figh,  did  not  one  frown 
Contract  her  beautious  forehead? 
Yhy,  I  ^^w  none. 


826  neede,]      829  this,]     836  ftoope,]     841  I  charge  you,]     844  in 
der  Biihnenanweisung  Tye]  Coll      848  haue,]      851  forehead.] 


-     28     - 

Marq.     Did  not  one  drop  fal  downe  fro  forrowes  eies, 
To  blame  my  heart  for  thefe  her  iniuries? 

Fur.     Faith  not  a  drop,  I  feare  fheele  frowne  on  mec, 
855  For  doeing  mee  feruice. 

Marq.  Fnrio[,]  that  ile  trie^ 

My  voice  may  yet  ore-take  her:  Griffill^  Griffill? 

Enter  Griffill. 

Fur.     She  comes  at  firft  call. 

Grif.     Did  my  Lorde  call? 

Marq.  Woman], |  I  cald  thee  not, 

I  faid  this  flaue  was  like  to  Griffill,  Griffill, 
860  And  muft  you  therefore  come  to  torture  mee? 
Nay  ftay[:j  here's  a  companion  fit  for  you. 
Thou  vexeft  me,  fo  doth  this  villaine  to, 
But  ere  the  Sun  to  his  higheft  throne  afcend. 
My  indignation  in  his  death  fhall  end. 
865      Grif.     Oh  pardone  him  my  Lord,  for  mercies  wings 
Beares  round  about  the  world  the  fame  of  Kings, 
Temper  your  wrath[,]  I  beg  it  on  my  knee, 
Forgiue  his  fault  though  youle  not  pardon  mee. 

Marq.   Thanke  her. 

Fu.  Thankes  Madame. 

Marq.  I  haue  not  true  power, 

870  To  wound  thee  with  deniall :  oh  my  Griffill, 
How  dearely  fhould  I  loue  thee. 
Yea  die  to  doe  thee  good,  but  that  my  fubiects 
Upbraid  me  with  thy  birth,  and  call  it  bafe. 
And  grieue  to  fee  thy  Father  and  thy  Brother 
875  Heau'de  vp  to  dignities. 

Grif.  Oh  caft  them  downe. 

And  fend  poore  Griffill  poorely  home  againe, 
High  Cedars  fall,  when  lowe  fhrubs  fafe  remaine. 
Enter  at  tlie  fame  doore  Mario  and  Lepido. 

Marq.     Fetch  me  a  cup  of  wine. 

[Exit  Griffill. 
Fur.  Shees  a  faint  fure. 


855  feruice?]      861  you,]      868  mee,]        870  deniall,]       878  Mari. 
atatt  Marq.]  —  Exit  {ohne  Griffill)  steht  liinter  V.  877]     Coll. 


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Marq.     Oh  Furio[,l  now  ile  boaft  that  I  haue  found 
880  An  Angell  vpon  earth:  fhee  fhalbe  cround 
The  empreffe  of  all  women.    Lepido? 
Mario?     what  was  fhe  that  pafled  by  you? 

Both.     Your  vertuous  wife. 

Marq.  Call  her  not  vertuous, 

For  I  abhorre  her,  did  not  her  fwolne  eyes 
885Looke  red  with  hate  or  fcorne?    Did  fhe  not  curfe 
My  name  or  Furioes  name? 

Mari.  No  my  deare  Lord. 

Marq.     For  he  and  I  raild  at  her,  fpit  at  her, 
lie  burft  her  heart  with  Ibrrow',  for  I  grieue 
To  fee  you  grieue  that  I  haue  wrong'd  my  ftate, 
890  By  louiug  one  whofe  bafenes  now  I  hate. 

Enter  Griffill  with  wine. 
Come  fafter  if  you  can:  forbeare  Mario, 
Tis  but  her  office:  what  fhe  does  to  mee. 
She  Shall  performe  to  any  of  you  three. 
Ile  drinke[.| 
895  •  Lep.    I  am  glad  to  fee  her  pride  thus  trampled  downe|.| 

Marq.    Now  ferue  Mario,  then  ferue  Lepido: 
And  as  you  bowe  to  me,  fo  bend  to  them. 

Grif.     lie  not  deni't  to  win  a  diademe. 

Mari.     Your  wifdome  I  commend  that  haue  J)«  power 
900  To  raife  or  throw  downe  as  you  fmile  or  lower. 

Grif.     Your  patience  I  commend  that  can  abide, 
To  heare  a  flatterer  fpeake[,]  yet  neuer  chide. 

Marq.   Hence,  hence[!]  dare  you  controule  the  whome  I  grace[?] 
Come  not  within  my  fight. 

Grif.  I  will  obey, 

905  And  if  you  pleafe,  nere  more  beholde  the  day. 

[Exit. 
Marq.     Furio? 
.    Fur.  My  Lorde. 

Marq.  Watch  her  where  fhe  goes, 

And  marke  how  in  her  lookes  this  tryeall  fhewes. 

Fur.    I  willM 
'-^  [Exit. 

879  found,]      891  can,]      893  three,]      894  steht  am  Ende  von  892] 
906  Lorde,] 


-    BO    — 

Marq.     Mario,  Lepido,  I  loath  this  Griflill, 
910  As  ficke  men  loath  the  bittereft  potion 

Which  the  Phifitions  hand  holdes  out  to  them. 
For  Gods  lake  frowne  vpon  her  when  fhe  fmiles, 
For  Gods  fake  fmile  for  ioy  to  fee  her  frowne, 
For  Gods  fake  fcorne  her,  call  her  beggers  brat, 
915  Torment  her  with  your  lookes,  your  words[/J  your  deedes, 
My  heart  fhall  leape  for  ioy,  that  her  heart  bleedes, 
Wilt  thou  doe  this  Mario? 

Mari.  If  you  fay, 

Mario,  doe  this[,]  I  muft  in  it  obey. 

Marq.    I  know  you  muft,  fo  Lepido[,]  muft  you[.] 
920 Tis  well;  but  counfell  me  whats  beft  to  doe. 
How  fhall  I  pleafe  my  fubiects?  doe  but  fpeake. 
He  doe  it  though  Griffils  heart  in  funder  breake. 

Lepi.    Your  fubiects  doe  repine  at  nothing  more, 
Then  to  beholde  lanicolaf,]  her  Father, 
925  And  her  bafe  brother  lifted  vp  fo  high. 

Mari.    To  banifh  them  from  Court  were  pollicie. 

Marq.    Oh  rare,  oh  profound  wifedome!  deare  Mario,  • 

It  foorthwith  fhall  be  done,  they  fhall  not  ftay. 

Though  I  may  win  by  them  a  Kingdomes  fway. 

[Exit. 

930     Lep.    Mario[,]  laugh  at  this. 

Ma.  Why  fo  I  doe. 

Hedlong  I  had  rather  fall  to  miferie 

Than  fee  a  begger  raif'd  to  dignitie. 

[Exeunt. 

Enter  Babulo  finging  with  a  boy  after  Inm. 

Bab.    Boy[,]  how  fits  my  rapier:  la  fol|,]  la  fol.  &c. 
Boy.     It  hangs  as  euen  as  a  chandlers  beame. 
935     Bab.     Some    of   them    deferue    to  hang  vpon  a  beame   for 
that  euennes,  boy[,]  learne  to  giue  euery  man  his   due,   giue 
the  hangman  his  due,  for  hee's  a  neceffary  member. 
Boy.    Thats  true,  for  he  cuts  of  manie  wicked  mebers. 
Bab.    Hees  an  excellent  barber,  he  fhaues  moft  cleanly[.] 
940 But  page|,|  how  doft  thou  like  the  Court? 
Boy.    Prettilie  and  fo. 

911  them,]    916  bleedes,]    927^ wifedome,]    929  fway,]    931  miferie.] 
941  fo,] 


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Bab.    Faith  fo  doe  If,]  pretlie  and  fo :  I  am  wearie  of  being 
a  Courtiour  Boy. 
Boy.    That   you   cannot   bee    Mafter,     for   you    are   but   a 
945  Courtiers  man. 

Bab.     Thou    faift   true  &  thou  art  the  Courtiers  mans  boy, 
fo  thou  art  a  courtier  in  decimo  sexto[,J   in  the  leaft  vohime, 
or  a  courtier  at   the  third  hand,   or  a  courtier  by  reuerfion, 
or  a  courtier  three  defcents  remoued,  or  a  courtier  in  minoritie 
950  or  an  vnder  Courtier  or  a  courtier  in  poffe,  and  I  thie  Mafter 
in  ei\e. 
Boy.     A  poffe  an  ei:k  non  e^te  argumentumf,]  Mafter. 
Bab.     Thou  haft  to  much  wit  to  be  fo  little ,   but  imitation, 
imitation,  is  his  good  Lord  and  Mafter. 

Enter  Ianicola[,]  Laureo  and  Furio. 
955     lani.    Banifht  from  Court,  oh  what  haue  wee  mifdone? 

Lau.    What  haue  wee  done,   wee  muft  bee  thus  difgraced? 
Fu.    I  know  not,    but  you  are   beft  packe,  tis  my  Lords 
will,   and  thats  law,    I  muft  vncafe  you:  your  beft  courfe  is 
to  fall  to  your  owne  trades. 
960     Ba.     Sirra,  what  art  thou[?]  a  Broker? 
Fu.    No,  how  then?     I  am  a  Gentleman. 
Ba.    Th'art  a  lewe,  th'art  a  Pagan:  how  darft   thou  leaue 
them  without  a  cloke  for  the  raine,    whe  his   daughter,    and 
his  fifter,  and  my  Miftris  is  the  Kings  wife? 
965     Fu.    Goe  looke,  firra  foole,  my  condition  is  to  fhip  you  too. 
Bab.    There's  a  fhip  of  fooles  ready   to  hoyft  fayle[;]  they 
ftay  but  for    a  good  winde  and  your  company:    ha  ha  ha,    I 
wonder  (if  all  fooles  were  banifht)  where  thou  wouldft  take 
fhipping. 
970     Ian.    Peace  Babulo,  we  are  banifht  from  the  Court. 

Bab.  I  am  glad,  it  fhall  eafe  me  of  a  charge  heere,  as 
long  as  we  haue  good  cloathes  on  our  backes,  tis  no  matter  for 
our  honefty,  wee'll  Hue  any  where,  and  keep  Court  in  any  corner. 

Enter  Griffill. 

Ian.    0  my  deere  Griffill. 

Gri.  You  from  me  are  banifht, 

975  But  ere  you  leaue  the  Court,  oh  leaue  I  pray 


951  effe:]      952  Mafter,]      961  then,] 


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Your  griefe  in  Griffils  bolome^  let  my  cheekes 
Be  watred  with  woes  teares^  for  heere  and  lieerC; 
And  in  the  error  of  thefe  wandring-  eyes, 
Began  your  difcontent:  had  not  I  been, 
980 By  nature  painted  thus:  this  had  not  been. 
Do  leaue  the  Court  and  care  be  patient, 
In  your  olde  cottage  you  fhall  finde  content. 
Mourne  not  becaufe  thefe  filkes  are  tane  away, 
You'll  feeme  more  rich  in  a  courfe  g-owne  of  gray. 
985     Fur.     Will  you  be  packing?  when? 

Lau.  Friend[,|  whats  thy  name? 

Fur.    Furio  my  name  is,  what  of  that? 

Bab.  Is  thy  name  Furie?  thou  art  halfe  hang'd;  for  thou 
haft  an  ill  name. 

Lau.     Thy  lookes  are   like  thy  name,  thy  name   &  lookes 
990Approoue  thy  nature  to  be  violent. 

Grif.    Brother[,J  forbeare,  hee's  feruant  to  my  Lord. 

Ba.     To  him,  M.  fpare  him  not  an  inch. 

Lau.     Princes  are  neuer  pleafd  with  lubiects  finnes, 
But  pitie  thofe  whom  they  are  fworne  to  fmite, 
995  And  grieue  as  tender  mothers  when  they  beate, 
With  kinde  correction  their  vnquiet  babes  — 
So  fhould  their  Officers  compaffionate,  i 

The  mifery  of  any  wretches  ftate. 

Fur.     I  muft  obey  my  Mafter,  though  indeed 
1000  My  heart  (that  feemes  hard)  at  their  wrongs  doth  bleed. 
Pray  get  you  gone,  I  fay  little,  but  you  knowe  my  minde. 

Bab.  Little  faid  is  foone  amended,  thou  fay'ft  but  little, 
and  that  little  will  be  mended  foone[,]  indeed,  tliats  neuer, 
and  fo  the  Prouerbe  ftands  in  his  full  ftrength,  poAver  and  vertue. 

Enter  Marqueffe,  Mario  and  Lepiclo,  and  atteiidautes. 

1005     Fur.    They  will  not  goe  my  Lord. 

Marq.  Will  they  not  goe? 

Away  with  them,  expell  them  from  our  Court! 
Bafe  wretches,  is  it  wrong  to  afke  mine  owne? 
Thinke  you  that  my  affection  to  my  wife, 


been,]      981  To  leaue]      1006  Court,] 


*  •»■'? 


-   m   ~ 

Is  greater  then  my  loue  to  publicke  weale? 
1010  Doe  not  my  people  miirmure  euerie  houre^ 
That  I  haue  raif'd  you  vp  to  dignities  ? 
Doe  not  lewde  MinftrelsfV]  in  their  ribalde  rimes, 
Scofe  at  her  birth,  and  deicant  on  her  dower? 
Ian.    Alas  my  Lord,  you  knew  her  ftate  beforey^'^-^^^^^^ 
1015     Marq.     I  did,  and  from  the  bounty  of  my  heartU  ^ifj  ^^  ^<7>  ^^ 
I  rob'd  my  wardrop  of  all  precious  robes,  Vc>  ^j^ 

That  fhe  might  fhine  in  beautie  like  the  Sunne,      >^%w^-^ 
And  in  exchange,  I  hung  this  ruffet  gowne,  ^^'•^./t:  v- 

And  this  poore  pitcher|,]  for  a  monument, 
1020Amongft  my  coftlieft  lemmes:  fee  heere  they  hang, 
Griffill[,|  looke  heere,  this  gowne  is  vnlike  to  this? 
Grif.     My  gratious  Lord,  I  know  full  well  it  is. 
Ba.     Griffill  w^as   as  pretty   a  Griffill   in  the  one  as  in  the 
other. 
1025     Marq.    You  haue  forgot  thefe  rags,  this  water  pot. 
Grif.    With  reuerence  of  your  Highnes  I  haue  not. 
Ba.     Nor  I,    many  a  good   meffe  of  water   grewell  has  that 
yeelded  vs. 
Marq.    Yes,  you  are  proude  of  thefe  your  rich  attyres. 
1030      Grif.    Neuer  did  pride  keep  pace  with  my  delires. 

Marq.     Wei,  get  you  on,  part  brieflie  with  your  father. 
Ian.     Our  parting  fhall  be  fhort:  daughter[,]  farewell. 
Lau.     Our  parting  fhall  be  fhort.  fifter[.]  fareAvell. 
Ba.     Our  parting  fhall  be  fhort:  Griflill[,]  farewell. 
1035     Ian.    Kemember  thou  didft  Hue  when  thou  wert  poor, 
And  now  thou  doft  but  Hue,  come  fonnef,]  no  more. 
Marq.     See  them  without  the  PaHace  Furio. 
Fu.     Good,  yet  tis  bad. 

[Exeunt  with  Furio. 

Ba.    Shall  Furio  fee  them  out  of  the  Pallace?  doe  you  turne 
1040  vs  out  of  doores?  you  turne  vs  out  of  doores  then? 

Marq.     Hence  with  that  foole,  Mario[,]  driue  him  hence. 
Ba.    He  f haH  not  neede ,  I  am  no  Oxe  nor  Affe,  I  can  goe 
without  driuing:  for  al  his  turning,  I  am  glad  of  one  thing. 


1032  fhort,]  eUnso  1033  u.  1034.      1043  driuing,] 


-    :u   — 

Lep.    AVliats  that  Babiilo? 

1045     Bab.    Mar^  that   hee  fhall  neuer  hit  vs  ith  teeth  with  tur- 
ning vs,   for  tis  not   a  good  tiirne.   Follower[,]  I  muft  cafhere 
you:   I  muft   glue   ouer  houfkeejnng,    tis  the    fafhion,   fare- 
well boy. 
Boy.    Marie  farewell  and  be  hang'd. 

1050  Ba.  1  am  glad  thou  tak'ft  thy  death  so  patiently^  fare- 
well my  Lord,  adue  my  Lady.  Great  was  the  wifedome  of 
that  Taylor,  that  ftitcht  me  in  Motley,  for  hee's  a  foole  that 
leaues  bafket  making  to  turne  Courtier:  I  fee  my  deftiny  dogs 
me:    at  firft  I  was   a  foole  (for   I  was  borne   an  Innocent)|,] 

1055  then  I  was  a  traueller,  and  then  a  Bafket  maker,  and  then  a 
Courtier,  and  now  I  muft  turne  bafket-maker  and  foole  againe: 
the  one  I  am  fworne  to,  but  the  foole  I  beftowe  vpon  the 
world,  for  Stultorum  plena  funt  ominia[,|  adue,  adue. 

[Exit. 

Mar.    Farewell  fimplicity,  part  of  my  fhame|,]  farewell. 
1060 Now  Lady[,]  what  fay  you  of  their  exile? 

Gri.    What  euer  you  thinke  good  He  not  terme  vile. 
By  this  rich  burthen  in  my  worthies  wombe, 
Your  hand-maide  is  fo  fubiect  to  your  will. 
That  nothing  which  you  doe,  to  her  feemes  ill. 
1005     Mar.     I  am  glad  you  are  fo  ])atient,  get  you  in. 

[Exit  Gv. 

Thy  like  will  neuer  be,  neuer  hath  bin. 

Mario,  Lepido? 

Mario.  Lei)i.  My  gratious  Lord. 

Mar.    The  hand  of  pouerty  held  downe  your  ftates. 

Ah  it  did  Griffils,  and  as  her  I  rayf'd, 
1070  To  fhine  in  greatnes  fphere,  fo  did  mine  eye, 

Through  gilt  beames  of  your  births,  therfore  me  thinkes 

Your  foule  fhould  fimpathi/o,  and  you  fhould  know. 

What  paflions  in  my  Griffils  bofome  flowe. 

Faith  tell  me  your  opinions  of  my  wife? 
1075     Lep.    She  is  as  vertuous  and  as  patient. 

As  innocence,  ms  ]i.MtipiH'e  it  felfe. 


1046    turne,    follower]  1051    Lady,  fi^reat]  1050    againe,] 

1059  farewell,]      10(11  vile,]       10(55  in,]       1073  fiowe,] 


Mari.     She  merits  much  of  lone,  little  of  hate, 
Onely  in  birth  fhe  is  vnfortunate. 

Marq.    I,  I,  the  memory  of  that  birth  dotli  kill  me. 
1080  She  is  with  childe  you  fee :  her  trauaile  paft, 
I  am  determined  fhe  fhall  leaue  the  Court, 
And  Hue  againe  with  olde  lauicola. 
Both.     Therein  you  fhew  true  wifedome. 
Marq.  Doe  I  indeed? 

Deare  friends[,]  it  fhall  be  done,  He  haue  you  two 
1085  Rumour  that  prefently,  to  the  wide  eares 
Of  that  newes-louing'-beaft[,]  the  multitude: 
Goe  tell  them  for  their  fakes  this  fhall  be  done. 
Mari.     With  wings  we  flje. 
Lep.  Swifter  then  time  we  run. 

[Exeunt. 
Marq.    Begone[.J  then:  oh  thefe  times,   thefe  impious  times, 
1090  How  fwift  is  mifchiefe?  with  what  nimble  feete 
Doth  enuy  gallop  to  doe  iniury? 
They  both  confeffe  my  Griffils  innocence. 
They  both  admire  her  wondrqus  patience, 
Yet  in  their  malice  and  to  flatter  me, 
1095  Head-long  they  run  to  this  impiety. 

Oh  whats  this  world,  but  a  confufed  throng 
Of  fooles  and  mad  men,  crowding  in  a  thruft 
To  fhoulder  out  the  wife,  trip  downe  the  iuft. 
But  I  will  try  by  felfe  experience, 
1100  And  fhun  the  vulgar  fentence  of  the  bafe. 
If  I  finde  Griffill  ftrong  in  patience, 
Thefe  flatterers  fhall  be  wounded  with  difgrace. 
And  whilft  verfe  Hues,  the  fame  fhall  neuer  dye, 
Of  Griffils  patience,  and  her  conftancy. 

[Exit. 

Enter  Vrcenze  and  Onophrio  at  feuerall  doores,  and  Farneze  in  the 

mid'ft. 
1105     Far.     Onophrio  and  Vrcenze[,]  early  met,    euery   man   take 


1079  mirth]  Coll.  Ebd.  me,]  1080  fee,]  1086  multitude,]  1089  im- 
pious times,]  1100  bafe,]  1104  Faniezie]  in  der  Bi'thnenanweisung 
nach  dieser  Zeile. 


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liis  ftand,  for  there  comes  a  moft  rich  purchafe  of  mirth: 
Emulo  with  his  haud  in  a  faire  fcarfe,  and  lulia  with  him^ 
fhe  laughes  apace^  and  therefore  I  am  fure  hee  lyes  apace. 

Enter  Emulo  with  lulia. 

Ono.    His  arme  in  a  fcarfe?  has  he  been  fighting? 
1110     Far.    Fighting?  hang  him[,]  coward. 

Vrc.    Perhaps  he  does  it  to  fhew  his  fcarfe. 
Far.    Peace,  heere  the  affe  comes:  ftand  afide,  and  fee  him 
curuet. 
lul.     Did  my   new  maried  coufen[,]  Sir  Owen[,]  wound  you 
1115  thus? 

Emu.    Hee  certes!    As  he  is  allyed  to  the  illuftrious  Julia; 

I  line  his  denoted,    as  Signior  Emuloes    enemy,  no  adulatory 

language  can  redeeme  him  from  vengeance :  if  you  pleafe  my 

moft  accompli fht  Miftris,  I  will  make  a  moft  palpable  demon- 

112(3  ftration  of  our  battaile. 

lul.    As  palpably  as  you  can  good  feruant. 
Ono.    Oh  fhe  guiles  him  fimply. 
Far.     She  has  reafon,  is  he  not  a  fimple  gull? 
Vrc.    Sound  an  allarum  ere  his  battle  begin. 
1125     Far.    Peace,  fa,  fa,  fa. 

Emu.    Sir  Owen  and   my  felfe    encountring,   I  vailde    my 

vpper  garment,    and   enriching    my  head  againe  with  a  fine 

veluet  cap,   which  I  then  wore,    with   a  band  to   it  of  Orient 

Pearle  and  Golde,    and  a  foolifh  fprig    of  fome   nine    or  ten 

1130  pound  price,  or  fo,  wee  grewe  to  an  emparleance. 

Far.     Oh  ho[,]  ho,  this  is  rare. 

lul.     You  did  wifely  to  conferre  before  you  combated. 
Emu.    Uerily  we  did  fo,  but  falling  into  the  handes  of  bit- 
ter words,  we  retorted  a  while,  and  then  drew. 
1135     Ono.    True,  his  gloues  to  faue  his  hands. 

Vrc.    No,  his  hand-kercher  to  wipe  his  face. 
Far.    He  fweat  pittifully  for  feare,  if  it  were  true:  if  [ — | 
Emu.    1  was  then  encountred  with  a  pure  Toledo  liluered: 
and  eleuating  mine  arme,  in  the  drawing  (by  lefu  fweete  Ma- 
1140  dame,  my  rich  cloake[,]  loaded  with  Pearle,  which  I  wore  at 


1112  comes,]        1116  certes,  as]        1137  if,] 


-     37    — 

your  fifter  GrilTils  bridall.    I  made  it  then  (by  God)  of  meere 
purpofe;    to  grace   the  Court,  and  fo  foorth)  that  foolifh  gar- 
ment dropped  downe :  the  buttons  were  illuftrious  and  refplen- 
dent  diamonds,  but  its  all  one. 
1145     Far.     Nay,  they  were  all  fcarce  one. 

Emu.    Diuine  Lady[,]  as  I  faid,  we  both  lying, 

Fa.    He  be  fworne[,]  thou  doft. 

Emu.  I  muft  recognize  and  confeffe,  very  generouflie,  and 
heroycallie  at  our  ward,  the  welfh  Knight[,]  making  a  very 
1150  defperate  thruft  at  my  bofome,  before  God[,]  fairely  mift  my 
imbroydered  lerkin  that  I  then  wore,  and  with  my  ponyard 
vapulating  and  checking  his  engine  downe,  it  cut  mee  a 
payre  of  very  imperiall  cloth  of  golde  hofe,  at  leaft  thus  long 
thwart  the  cannon,  at  leaft. 
1155     lul.     And  mift  your  leg? 

Fa.     I,  and  his  hofe  too. 

Emu.    And    mift   my   leg   (mo ft  bright  ftarre)[:]   which   ad- 
uantagious  figne  I  (  )  this  legge,  (hauing  a  fayre  carna- 

tion filke  ftocking  on)  ftumbled,  my  fpangled  garters  in  that 
llGOimprifion  fell  about  my  feete,  and  he[,]  fetching  a  moft  vala- 
rous  and  ingenious  careere,  inuaded  my  Rapier  hand,  entred 
this  gilded  fort,  and  in  that  paffado  vulnerated  my  hand  thus 
deepef.]  I  proteft,  and  conteft  heauen. 

lul.  No  more,  its  too  tragicall. 
1165  Emu.  I  conclude,  I  thought  (by  the  Syntherelis  of  my  foule) 
I  had  not  been  imperifhed,  till  the  bloud[,]  f  hewing  his  red 
tincture,  at  the  top  of  a  faire  enueloped  gloue,  funke  along 
my  arme,  &  fpoil'd  a  rich  waftecoate  wrought  in  filke  and 
golde,  a  toy  &c. 
1170  Far.  Hee'U  ftrip  himfelfe  out  of  his  fhirt  anone.  For  Gods 
fake[,]  ftep  in. 

Emu.    My  opinion  is  I  f  hall  neuer  recuperate  the  legittimate 
office  of  this  member[,]  my  arme. 

All  3.  Siguier  Emulo. 
1175     Emu.     Sweet  and  accomplifht  Signiors. 

Far.     Ha[,]  ha,  Madame[,]  you  had  a  pitiful  hand  with  this 
foole,  but  fee  he  is  recouered. 


1141  bridall,]        1170  anone,  for] 


-    38     - 

lu.    But  feruant[.]  where  is  your  other  hand? 

Ono.     See  fweet  miftris[.]  one  is  my  prifoner. 
1180     Vrc.     The  other  I  haue  tane  vp  with  the  fine  finger. 

Jul.  Looke  in  his  fearfe  Farneze  for  an  other,  hee  has  a 
third  hand,  and  tis  pitifully  wounded  hee  tels  me,  pitifully, 
pitifully. 

Far.    Wounded?  oh  palpable!  come[,]  a  demonftration  of  it. 
1185     Ono.     Giue   him    your    larded   cloake    Siguier   to    ftop    his 
mouth,  for  he  will  vndoe  you  with  lyes. 

Vrc.    Come  Siguier,  one  fine  lye  now  to  apparrell  all  thefe 
former,  in  feme  light  farcenet  robe  of  truth:  none,  none,  in  this 
mint? 
1190     lul.     Fye    feruant,  is    your    accomplifht  Courtfhip  nothing 
but  lyes? 

Ono.  Fye  Siguier,  no  muficke  in  your  mouth,  but  battles, 
yet  a  meere  milke-fop. 

Vrc.    Fye  Emulo,  nothing  but  wardrop,  yet  heare  all  your 
1195trunckes  of  fuites? 

Far.  Fye  Siguier,  a  fearfe  about  your  necke,  yet  will  not 
hang  your  felfe  to  heare  all  this? 

lul.    Seruant[,]   I  difcharge  you  my  feruice.    He  entertaine 
no  braggarts. 
1200     Ono.    Siguier,  we  difcharge  you  the   Court,  wee'l  haue  no 
guiles  in  our  company. 

Far.  Abram[,]  we  cafheereyou  our  company,  wee  muft  haue 
no  minnions  at  Court. 

Emu.     Oh  patience[,|  bee  thou  my  fortification:  Italy[,]  thou 
1205  fpurneft   me  for  vttering   that  nutriment,    which   I  fuckt  from 
thee. 

Fa.  How  Italy?  away  you  ideot:  Italy  infects  you  not, 
but  your  owne  difeafed  fpirits:  Italy?  out  you  froth,  you 
fcumme!  Becaufe  your  foule  is  mud,  and  that  you  haue 
1210  breathed  in  Italy,  you'll  fay  Italy  haue  defyled  you:  away 
you  bore,  thou  wilt  wallow  in  mire  in  the  fweetest  countrie 
in  the  world. 

Emu.  I  cannot  conceipt  this  rawnes: 


1184  wounded,  oh  palpable,]         1200  yoy]  Coll.          1209  fcumme, 
becaufe] 


-     39    — 

Italy[,]  farewell,  Italians[J  adue. 

1"-^15  A  vertuons  foule  abhorres  to  dwell  with  you. 

[Exit. 
All.     Ha|,]  ha[,|  ha:  Laugh. 

Enter  Marquefle  and  Sir  Owen. 

III.     Peace  feruants,  here  comes  the  Diike[J  my  brother. 
Marq.    Loe  couleii[.|  heere  they  be:  are  yee  heere  Gentle- 
men? 
And  lulia  you  too?  then  He  call  your  eyes, 
1220  To  teftifie,  that  to  Sir  Meredith, 

I  doe  deliuer  heere  foure  fealed  bondes: 
Cozef,]  haue  a  care  to  them,  it  much  behooues  you. 
For  Gentlemen,  within  this  parchment  lyes, 
Fine  thoufand  Ducketsf,]  payable  to  him, 
1225  luft  foureteene  daies  before  next  Penticoaft. 

Coze[,]  it  concernes  you,  therefore  keep  them  fafe. 

Owen.     Fugh,   her  warrant    her    fhall    log-   them    vb    from 
Sunne  and  Moone,    and   feauen  ftarres  too  I  hobe,    but   harg 
you  cozen  Marqueffe. 
1230     Marq.    Now,  whats  the  matter? 

Ow.     A  poxe   on  it[,|    tis   fcalde  matter,    well,    well    pray 
cozen  Marqueffe,  vfe  her  Latie  Griffil  a  good  teale  better,  for 
as  God  vdge  me,   you  hurd  Sir  Owen   out    a   cry  by  maging 
her  fad  and  powd  fo,  fee  you? 
1235     Marq.    Hurt  you?  what  harme  or  good  reape  you  thereby? 
Owen.    Harme,  yes  by  Gods  lid,  a  poggie  teale  of  harme, 
for  loog  you  cozen,   and  cozen  lulia,  &  Shentlemen  awl,  (for 
awl  is  to  know  her  wifes  cafe)  you  know  her  tag  to  wife  the 
widdow  Gwenthyan. 
1240     Marq.     True  cozen[,]  &  fhee's  a  vertuous  gentlewoman. 
On.     One  of  the  patienteft  Ladies  in  the  world. 
Vrc.     Shee's  wondrous  beautifull  &  wondrous  kinde. 
Far.     Shee's  the  quieteft  woman  that  ere  I  knew,   for  good 
heart,  fhee'll  put  vp  any  thing. 
1245     lul.     Cozen [,]  I  am  proude  that  you  are  fped  fo  well. 

Ow.    Are  you?    by  God[,]    fo   are  not  I.    He  tel  you  what 


1225  Penticoast,]  1246  not  I,  ile] 


-     40     - 

cozeH  MarqueCfe,  you  awl  know  lier  wel,  you  know  her  face 
is  liddle  faire  &  fmug,  but  her  has  a  tung  goes  lingle  iangle^ 
lingle  iangle^  petter  and  worfe   then   pelles  when  her  houi'e 

1250 is  a  fire:  patient?  ha[,]  ha[,]  fir  Owen  fhall  tag  her  heeles 
and  run  to  Wales  ^  and  her  play  the  tiuell  fo  out  a  cry  ter- 
rible[,]  a  pogs  on  her[,]  la. 

lul.    Why  cozen [,]  what  are  her  quallities  that  you  fo  com- 
mend her? 

1255  Ow.  Commend  her?  no  by  God[,]  not  I,  ha[,]  ha:  is  know 
her  quallities  petter  and  petter^  fore  I  commend  her:  but 
Gwenthian  is  worfe  and  worfe  out  a  cry,  owe  out  a  cry 
worfC;  out  of  awl  cry,  fhee's  fear'd  to  be  made  fool  as  Griffill 
iS;  &  as  God  vdge  me,  her  mag  fine  pobbie  foole  of  Sir  Owen. 

1260  Her  fhide  &  fhide,  &  prawle  &  fcoulde,  by  God[,]  and  fcradge 
terrible  fomtime,  owe[,]  &  haid  her  wil  doe  what  her  can, 
ha[,]  ha[,]  ha,  and  fir  Owen  were  hanfome  pacheler  agen!  Pray 
cozen  Marqueffe[,]  tag  fome  order  in  Griffill,  or  tedge  fir  Owen 
to  mag  Gwenthians  quiet  and  tame  her. 

1265     Mar.    To  tame  her?  that  He  teach  you  prefently. 
You  had  no  fooner  fpake  the  word  of  Taming, 
But  mine  eye  met  a  fpeedy  remedie. 
See  cozen[,]  heere's  a  plot  where  Ofiers  grow, 
The  ground  belongs  to  olde  lanicula 

1270  (My  Griffils  father)[:]  come  Sir  Meredith, 

Take  out  your  knife[,]  cut  three  and  fo  will  I. 
So,  keep  yours  cozen[,]  let  them  be  fafe  laide  vp, 
Thefe  three  (thus  wound  together)  He  preferue. 
Ow.    What  fhal  her  doe  now  with  thefe?  peate  and  knog 

1275 her[,]  Gwenthian? 

Enter  Mario, 

Marq.    You  fhal  not  take  fuch  counfaile  from  my  lips. 
How  now  Mario?  what  newes  brings  thee  hither 
In  fuch  quicke  hafte? 

Mari.  Your  wife  (my  gratious  Lord) 

Is  now  deliuered  of  two  beautious  twins, 


1259  Sir  Owen,  her]  1262  agen,  pray]  1265  prefently,] 

1271  fo  will  I,]        1276  lips,]      1278  in] 


-    41    - 

1280  A  Ibnne  and  daughter. 

Marq.  Take  that  for  thy  paiiies, 

Not  for  the  ioy  that  T  conceiue  thereby, 

For  Griffill  ig  not  gratious  in  the  eye 

Of  thofe  that  loue  me,  therefore  I  muft  hate 

Thofe  that  doe  make  my  life  vnfortunate. 
1285  And  thats  my  children:  muft  I  not  Mario? 

Thou  boweft  thy  knee,  well,  well  I  know  thy  minde. 

Uertue  in  villaines  can  no  fuccour  finde. 

A  fonne  and  daughter?    I  by  them  will  prooue, 

My  Griffils  patience  better,  and  her  loue: 
1290  Come  lulia,  come  Onophrio,  coze[,]  farewell. 

Referue  thofe  wandes,  thefe  three  lie  beare  away. 

When  I  require  them  backe,  then  will  I  fhew 

How  eafily  a  man  may  tame  a  fhrew. 

[Exeunt. 
Ow.    Ha[,]  ha[,]  ha,   tame  a  fhrew,    owe  tis  out  a  cry  ter- 
1295rible  hard,  and  more  worfe  then  tame  a  mad  pull,  but  whad 

meane  her  cozen  to  mag  her    cut  her  wands  ?  ha[,]  ha,   God 

vdge  me[,]  tis  fine  knag,  I  fee  her  knauery  now,   tis  to  pang 

Gwenthyans  podie  and  fhe  mag  a  noife  &  prabble:  Is  not  fo? 

by  Gods  lid  fo,  &  Gwenthian,  fir  Owen  will  knog  you  before 
1300  her  abide  fuch  horrible   doe. 

Enter  Gwenthian  and  Rice. 

Gods  lid[,]  here  her  comes.  Terdawgh  Gwenthian [,]  terdawgh. 

Gwe.    Terdawgh  whee.  Sir  Owen[,]  Terdawgh  whee. 

Owen.    Owe,  looge  heere,   fine  wandes  Gwenthyan,  is  not? 

Gwe.    Rees[,]  tag  them  and  preag  them  in  peeces. 
1305     Ric.     What  fay  you  forfooth? 

Gwe.  What  fay  you  forsooth?  you  faucie  knaue,  muft  her 
tell  her  once,  and  twice,  and  thrice,  and  foure  times,  what  to 
doe?  preag  thefe  wands. 

Ow.    Rees  is  petter  preakeRees  his  pate:  heere  Rees[,]  carry 
1310  her  home. 

Ri.    Would  I  were  at  gallowes,  fo  I  were  not  heere. 

Gwen.    Doe  and  her  tare,  doe   and  her  tare,    fee  you  now. 


1287  finde,]        1290  farewell,]        1291  away,]      .1311  heere:] 


-     42    - 

what  fhall  her  doe  with  wands?  peate  Gwenthyan  podie  and 
mag  Gwenlhyan  put  her  finger  in  me  hole:   ha,  by  God[,]  by 
1315  God,  is  Icradge  lier  eies  out  that  tudge  her,  that  tawg  to  her, 
that  loog  on  her,  marg  you  that  Sir  Owen? 
Owen.    Yes,  her  marg  hur.  Rees[,]  pray  marg  her  Ladie. 
Ri.    Not  I  fir[,]  fhee'll  fet  her  markes  on  me  then. 
Gwen.    Is  prade?  is  prade?  goe  too  Rees,  He  Rees  her,  you 
1320  tawg  you. 

Owen.    Pray  Gwenthien[,]  bee  patient,    as   her   cozen   Grif- 
(ill  is. 

Gwe.     GrilTill  owe?  owe?  Grifiill ?  no[,]  no,  no,  no:  her  fhall 
not  mag  Gwenthian  fuch  ninny  pobbie  foole  as  Grifiill,  I  fay 
1325  preage  her  wandes. 

Owen.     Gods  plude[,]  is  pought  her  to  peate  duft  out  of  her 
cloag  and  parrels. 

Gwe.    Peate  her  cloag  and  parrels?    fie,  fie,  fie,  tis  lye  Sir 
Owen[,]  tis  lye. 
1330     Ri.     Your  worfhip  may  ftab  her,  fhe  giues  you  the  lye. 

Ow.    Peace  Rees,    goe   to.     I  pought  them  indeede  to  mag 
her  horfe  run  and  goe  a  mightie  teale  of  pace,  pray  let  Rees 
tag  her  in  good  Gwenthian? 
Gwen.    Rees[,]  beare  in  her  wandes  becaufe  Sir  Owen  beg  fo 
1335  gently. 

Owen.    Goe  Rees,  goe  locke  them  vp  in  a  pox  or  fheft,  goe. 
Ri.     You  fhal  not  need  to  bid  me  goe,  for  He  run. 

[Exit. 
Owen.     I  pought  them  for  her  horfe  indeede,  for  lieere  was 
her  cozen  Marque ffe    and  prought  her  pondes    and    fcriblings 
1^340  heere  for   her  money:    Gwenthyan[,]  pray   keepe   her   pondes 
and   keep   her  wifely:    Sirra  Gwentliyan|,l   is   tell   her  praue 
newes,   Griffill  is  prought   to    bed  of  liddle   fhentleman  and 
Ihentlewoman:    (is    glad    out    a   cry|,]    fpeag   her    faire)   yes 
truely|,|  Griffill  is  prought  a  bed. 
1345     Gwen.     Griffils|,|    no  podie  but  Griffils?    what   care    1  for 
Griffill:   1   fay  if  Sir  Owen    loue   Gwenthyan,    fhal    not    loue 
Griffill  nor  Marqueffe  fo,  fee  you  now? 
Ow.    God  vdge  me,  not  loue  her  cozen?  is  fhealous?   owe 


1313  Gwenthyan?]      1317  hur,]       1323  no.  her]       1331  goe  to,] 


-    43    - 

is  fine  trig,  not  loue  her  cozen?  God  vdg-e  me[,]  her  wil,  and 
1350 hang  her  felfe,  lee  you  now? 

Gwe.  Hang  her  felfe,  owe,  owe,  owe,  Gwenthyans  tother 
hufband  is  fcawrne  to  lay  hang  her  felfe:  hang  her  lelfe? 
owe  owe,  owe  owe. 
Ow.  Gods  plude,  what  cannot  get  by  prawles,  is  get  by 
1355  owe,  owe[,]  owe,  is  terrible  Ladie,  pray  be  peace,  and  cry  no 
more  owe,  owe,  owe.  Tawfone  Gwenthyans,  God  vdge  me[,l 
is  very  furie. 

Gwen.     0  mon  lago,  mon  due,  hang  Gwenthyans? 
Ow\    Adologo  whee  Gwenthyan  bethogh,    en  Thonigh,    en 
1360moyen  due. 

Gw.     Ne  vetho  en  Thonigh,    Gna  wathe  gethla  Tee,   hang 
Gwenthyans  ? 

Owen.     Sir  Ow^en  fhall  fay  no  more  hang  her  felfe,   be  out 
a  cry  ftill  and  her  fhall  pye  her  new  card  to  ride  in,    &  two 
1365  new  fine  horfes,  and  more  plew  coates   and  padges   ta  follow 
her  heeles,  fee  you  now? 

Gwen.    But  will  her  fay  no  more  hang  her  felfe? 

Enter  Rice. 

Ow.     Oh  no  more,  as  God  vdge  mee[,]  no  more,  pray  leaue, 
owe,  owe,  owe. 
1370     Ri.    Tannekin  the  Froe  hath  brought  your  Rebato,  it  comes 
to  three  pound. 

Ow.     What  a  peftilence[,]  is  this  for  Gwenthyan? 

Gavc.    For  her  neg,  is  cald  repatoes,   Gwenthian  weare  it 
heere,  ift  not  praue? 
1375      Owen.     Praue?   yes  is   praue,    tis    repatoes  I  warrant  her: 
I[,J  patoes  money  out  a  crie,  yes  tis  praue.  Rees[,]  the  preece? 
Rees[,]  the  preece? 

Ri.     The  Froe  fir  faies  fine  pound. 

Owen.     Ha[,]  ha[,j  ha,  [fiue]  pound,   Gwenthyan[,]  pray  doe 
1380  not  pye  it. 

Gwen.     By  God  vdge  me[,]  her  fhall  pye  it. 

Owen.     God  vdge  me[,]  her  fhall  not. 

Gwen.     Shall  not?  Rees[.]  tag  her  away,  I  fay  her  fhall[,] 
and  weare  it  pye  and  pye. 


1356  owe,  Tawfone]     1376  praue,]     1378  fiue]  Coll.andert  in  three. 
1379  owen]  EM.  fiue]  CoU.  schieU  three  ein.     1382  owen]. 


—    44     - 

1385  Owen.  Then  mag  a  pobbie  foole  of  Sir  Owen  indeed :  Gods 
plude[,]  fliall?  I  fay  flial  not:  fine  pound  for  puble,  for 
patoes:  here  there,  fo  tag  it  now^  weare  it  now  powte  her 
neg,  fhall  pridle  fir  OAven[,]  ha? 
Ri.  Oh  rare  fir  Owen,  oh  pretious  Knight^  oh  rare  Sir  Owen. 
1390  Owe.  Out  you  rafkals^  you  prade  and  prade,  ile  prade 
your  neaces. 

Ri.    Oh  rare  Madame,  oh  pretious  Madame^  0  God,  0  God, 
0  God,  0.  [Exit. 

Gwe.     Is  domineere  now,  you  teare  her  ruffes  and  repatoes, 
1395 you  preake  her  ponds?    lie  teare  as  good  pondes,  and  petter 
too,  and  petter  too. 

Ow.    Owe  Gwenthyan,  Cods  plude[,]  is  fiue  thoufand  duckets, 

hold[,]  hold[,]  hold,  a  pogs  on  her  pride,  what  has  her  done? 

Gw.     Goe  loog,   is  now  paide    for    her  repatoes,    ile  haue 

1400 her   willes  &  defires,    ile  teadge  her  pridle  her  Lady:    Catho 

crogge,  Ne  vetho,  en  Thlonigh  gna  wathee  Gnathla  tee. 

[Exit. 
Owen.  A  breath  vawer  or  no  Tee:  pridle  her,  fir  Owen  is 
pridled  I  warrant:  widdowsf!]  (were  petter  Gods  plude  marry 
w^hoore)  were  petter  be  hang'd  and  quarter,  then  marry  wi- 
1405  dowes  as  God  vdge  me:  Sir  Owen[,]  fall  on  her  knees,  & 
pray  God  to  tag  her  to  her  mercy,  or  elfe  put  petter  minde 
in  her  Lady:  awl  prittifh  Shentlemans  tag  heede  how  her 
marry  fixen  widowe. 

Sir  Owen  ap  Meredith  can  rightly  tell, 
1410         A  fhrewes  fharpe  tongue  is  terrible  as  hell. 

[Exit. 

Enter  Marque ffe  and  Furio  with  an  infant  in  his  armes. 

Marq.    Did  fhe  not  fee  thee  when  thou  took'ft  it  vp? 

Fur.    No,  fhe  was  faft  a  fleepe. 

Marq.     Giue  me  this  bleffed  burthen;  pretty  foole[,| 
With  what  an  amiable  looke  it  fleepes, 
1415  And  in  that  flumber  how  it  fweetly  fmiles, 

And  in  that  fmile  how  my  heart  leapes  for  ioy: 
Furio[,]  lie  turne  this  circle  to  a  cradle. 


1386  fiue]  Collier  dndert  auch  hier  in  three.     1402  owen.]  fir  owen] 
1405  owen]     1409  owen]      1413  burthen,] 


45 


To  rocke  my  deare  babe:  A  great  Romaine  Lord^ 
Taught  his  young  Sonne  to  ride  a  Hobby-horfe. 
1420  Then  why  fhould  I  thinke  fcorne  to  dandle  mine: 
Furio[,]  beholde  it  well,  to  whom  ift  like? 
Fur.     YoU;  there's  your  nofe  and  blacke  eye-browes. 

Enter  Mario. 

Marq.    Thou  doft  but  flatter  me,  heere  comes  Mario, 

I  know  Mario  will  not  flatter  me.  /^X^^ 

1425  Mario,  thy  opinion,  view  this  childe,  4 ^J^^      ^^^" 

Doth  not  his  lips,  his  nofe,  his  fore-head,  '^\  i^   '*' P"  '>? 

And  euery  other  part  refemble  mine?  \^^.     jf" 

Mari.     So  like  my  Lord,  that  the  nice  diff'erence, ' 
Would  ftay  the  iudgement  of  the  curiouft  eye. 
1430     Marq.    And  yet  me  thinkes  I  am  not  halfe  fo  browne. 

Mari.    Indeed  your  cheekes  beare  a  more  liuely  colour[.] 
Marq.    Furio,  play  thou  the  nurfe,  handle  it  foftly. 
Fur.     One  were  better  get  a  doffen  then  nurfe  one. 
Marq.    Mario [,]  ftep  to  Griffillf,]  fhee's  a  fleepe, 
1435  Her  white  hand  is  the  piller  to  thofe  cares. 
Which  I  vngently  lodge  within  her  head: 
Steale  thou  the  other  childe  and  bring  it  hither. 
If  Griffill  be  awake  and  ftriue  with  thee, 
Bring  it  perforce,  nor  let  her  know  what  hand, 
1440  Hath  rob'd  her  of  this  other^  hafte  Mario. 

Mari.    I  flie[,]  my  gratious  Lord.  [Exit. 

Marq.  Run  flatterie. 

Becaufe  I  did  blafpheme  and  cal  it  browne^ 
This  Parrafite  cride  (like  an  Eccho)  browne. 
Fur.     The  childe  is  faire  my  Lord,  you  were  nere  fo  faire[.] 
1445     Marq.     I  know  tis  faire,  I  know  tis  wondrous  faire. 
Deare  prettie  infant[,]  let  me  with  a  kiffe. 
Take  that  difhonor  off,  which  the  foule  breath 
Of  a  prophane  flaue,  laide  vpon  thy  cheekes; 
Had  but  I  faid  my  boy's  a  Blackamoore, 
1450  He  would  haue  damn'd  himfelfe  and  fo  haue  fwore. 


1419  Hodby-horfe.]    1424  me,]    1436  head,]    1437  hither,]     1441  Run 
flatterie,]  beginnt  den  folgenden  Vers.  Coll.        1445  wondi-ous  faire,] 


—    4G    — 

Enter  Griffill  and  Mario  with  a  childe. 
Grif.     Giiie  me  mine  infant,  where's  my  other  babe? 
You  cannot  plaie  the  nurfe,  your  horred  eyes 
Will  fright  my  little  ones^  and  make  them  crie, 
Your  tongue's  too  ruffe  to  chime  a  lullabie: 
1455  Tis  not  the  pleafure  of  my  Lord  I  knoW; 
To  loade  me  with  fitch  wrong. 
Mari.  No,  I  vnloade  you.      Scoffingly. 

Marq.     Giue  her  her  childe  Mario  and  yet  ftaie: 
Furio[,]  holde  thou  them  both.     Griffill  forbeare, 
You  are  but  nurfe  to  them^  they  are  not  thine. 
1460     Gri.     I  know^  my  gratious  Lord[,]  they  are  not  mine, 
I  am  but  their  poore  nurfe  I  muft  confe ffe, 
Alas[,J  let  not  a  nurfe  be  pittileffe. 
To  fee  the  colde  ayre  make  them  looke  thus  bleake. 
Makes  me  fhed  teares  becaufe  they  cannot  fpeake. 
1465     Marq.     If  they  could  fpeake  ^    what   tliinke  you  they  would 

IViy? 
Gri.     That  I  in  all  things  will  your  wil  obay. 
Marq.     Obay  it  then  in  filence:  fhall  not  I 
Beftowe  what  is  myne  owne^  as  likes  me  beft? 
Deliuer  me  thefe  brats :  come  preffc  me  downe, 
1470  With  weightie  infamie:  heere  is  a  loade 

Of  fhame,  of  fpeckled  f hame :  0  God[,]  how  heauie 
An  armefull  of  dif honour  is?  heeres  two, 
Griffilll/I  for  this  ile  thanke  none  els  but  you. 
Which  way  fo  ere  I  turne  I  meete  a  face, 
1475  That  makes  my  cheekes  blufh  at  mine  owne  difgrace 
This  way  or  this  way,  neuer  fhall  mine  eye 
Looke  thus,  or  thus:  but  (oh  me)  prefentlie, 
(Take  them  for  Gods  fake  Furio)  prefentlie 
I  Ihall  fpend  childifh  teares:  true  teares  indeed, 
1480  That  thus  I  wrong  my  babes  and  make  her  bleede. 
Goe  Griffill|,|  get  you  in. 

Gri.  I  goe  my  Lorde. 

Farewell  fweet  fweet  deare  babes,  fo  you  were  free, 
Would  all  the  worlds  cares  might  be  throwne  on  me. 


1457  ftaie,]      1458  hoth,]        1473  you,]        1480  bleede,] 


—    47     — 

Mar.     Ha,  ha,  why  this  is  pleafing  harmonic. 
1485     Fu.     My  Lord[,J  they'le  wrawle,  what  i'hall  1  doe  with  them? 
Marq.    Tell  her  thou  muft  prouide  a  nurfe  for  them|.l 
Comes  fhe  not  backe  Mario? 
Mari.  No  my  Lord. 

Marq.    Tufh,  tufh,  it  cannot  be  but  fheele  returne^ 
I  know  her  bofome  beares  no  marble  heart, 
14901  knowe,  a  tender  Mother  cannot  part, 

With  fuch  a  patient  foule,  from  fuch  fweet  forles, 
She  ftands  and  watches  fure,  and  fure  fhe  weepes, 
To  fee  my  Teeming  flintie  breaft.     Mario|,| 
Withdraw  with  me:  Furio[,]  ftay  thou  heere  ftill, 
1495  If  fhe  returne,  feeme  childifh,  and  denie 
To  let  her  kiffe  or  touch  them. 

[Exeunt. 

Fur.  Faith  not  I: 

I  haue  not  fuch  a  heart;    and  fhee  afke  to   touch  them,  He 

deny  it  becaufe  ile  obey  my  Lord,   yet  fhe    fhall  kiffe  and 

touch  them  to,  becaufe  He  pleafe  my  Ladie :  alas,  alas,  prettie 

1500  fooles|,]  I  loue  you  well[,]  but  I  would  you  had  a  better  Nurfe. 

Enter  Griffill  ftealingly. 

Grif.    A  better  Nurfe:  feek'ft  thou  a  better  Nurfe? 
A  better  Nurfe  then  whome? 

Fu.  Then  you,  away. 

Grif.     I  am  their  Mother[:]  I  muft  not  away. 
Looke,  looke,  good  Furio[.]  looke  they  fmile  on  mee, 
15051  know  poore  hearts[,]  they  feare  to  fmile  on  thee. 
I  prithee  let  me  haue  them. 

Fu.  Touch  them  not. 

Gri.    I  prie  thee  let  me  touch  them. 

Fu.  No:  Hands  off. 

Gri.    I  prie  thee  gentle  Furio[,]  let  me  kiffe  them. 

Fu.    Not  one  kiffe  for  a  Kings  crowne. 
1510     Grif.    Muft  I  not  kiffe  my  babes:  muft  I  not  touch  them? 
Alasf,]  what  fin  fo  vile  hath  Griffil  done 
That  thus  fhe  fhould  be  vex'd?  not  kiffe  my  infants? 


1493  breaft.]  1497  heart,]  1503  away,]  1505  thee,] 

1509  crowne:] 


-    48    - 

Who  taught  thee  to  be  cniell  gentle  churle^ 
What  muft  thou  doe  with  them? 
Fu.  Get  them  a  nurfe. 

1515     Grif.    A  Nurfe[,]   alacke  y    what  Nurfe  ?    where    muft    f  hee 

dwell  [?] 
Fu.    I  muft  not  tell  you  till  I  know  my  felfe. 
Gri.    For  Gods   fake[7]     who    muft  Nurfe  them[?]    doe   but 

name  her^ 
And  I  will  fweare  thofe  firie  eyes  doe  fmile, 
And  I  will  fweare  that  wiiich  none  els  will  fweare, 
152()That  thy  grim  browes^  doe  mercies  liuerie  weare. 
Fu.    Choofe  you. 

Enter  Marque ffe,  ftanding  afide. 

Grif.    Oh  God;  oh  God^  might  Griffill  haue  her  choice[,] 
My  babes  fhould  not  be  fcard  with  thy  diuils  voice. 
Thou  get  a  Nurfe  for  them?  they  can  abide, 
1525  To  tafte  no  milke  but  mine[,]  comC;  come  He  chide. 
In  faith  you  cruell  man,  He  chide  indeede, 
If  I  growe  angrie. 

Fu.  Do[,]  do[,]  I  care  not. 

Marq.    To  chide  &  curfe  thy  Lord  thou  haft  more  need|.] 

Grif.    Wilt  thou  not  tell  me  who  fhall  be  their  Nurfe? 
1530     Fu.    No. 

Grif.    Wilt  thou  not  let  me  kiffe  them? 

Fu.  No[,]  I  say. 

Grif.    I  prithee  let  my  teares,  let  my  bow'd  knees, 
Bend  thy  obdurate  hart,  fee  beer's  a  fountaine, 
Which  heauen  into  this  Alablafter  bowels, 
1535lnftird  to  nourifh  them:  man[,]  theyle  crie. 
And  blame  thee  that  this  ronnes  fo  lauifhly, 
Heres  milke  for  both  my  babes[,]  two  brefts  for  two. 

Marq.    Poore  babes|,|  I  weep  to  fee  what  wrong  I  doe. 

Grif.    I  pray  thee  let  them  fuck,  I  am  moft  meete 
1540 To  play  their  Nurfe:  theyle  fmile  and  say  tis  fweet, 

Which  ftreames  fro  hence.     If  thou  doft  beare  them  hece, 
My  angrie  breafts  will  fwell,  and  as  mine  eyes 


1516  my  felfe,]        1520  weare,]        1541  hence,  if] 


-    49     - 

Lets  fall  lalt  drops^  with  thefe  white  Necter  teares, 
They  will  be  mixt:  this  Iweet  will  then  be  brine, 
1545  Theyle  crie[,]  He  chide  and  fay  the  finne  is  thine. 

Fu.     Mine  armes  ake  mightily,  and  my  heart   akes. 

Marq.    And  fo  doth  mine:  fweet  founds  this  difcord  makes. 

Fu.    Heere  Madame[,]  take  one,  I  am  weary  of  both,  touch 

it  and  kiffe  it  to,   its  a  fweet  childe.    I  would  I  were  rid  of 

1550  my  miferie,  for  1  f hall  drowne  my  heart,  with  my  teares  that 

fall  inward. 

Grif.     Oh  this  is  gentlie  done[!]  this  is  my  boy, 
My  firft  borne  care:  thy  feete  that  nere  felt  ground, 
Haue  traueld  long-eft  in  this  land  of  woe, 
1555  This  worlds  wildernes,  and  haft  moft  neede 
Of  my  moft  comfort:  oh  I  thanke  thee  Furio, 
I  know  I  fhould  tranfforme  thee  with  my  teares. 
And  melt  thy  adamantine  heart  like  waxe. 
What  wrong  fhall  thefe  haue  to  be  tane  from  mee? 
1560Mildely  intreate  their  Nurfe  to  touch  them  mildely. 
For  my  foule  tels  me,  that  my  honoured  Lord, 
Does  but  to  trie  poore  Griffils  conftancie, 
Hees  full  of  mercie[,]  iuftice,  full  of  loue. 
Marq.    My  cheekes  doe  glow  with  fhame  to  heere  her  fpeake, 
1565  Should  I  not  weepe  for  ioy[,)  my  heart  would  breake. 
And  yet  a  little  more  He  ftretch  my  tryall. 

Enter  Mario  and  Lepido. 

Mario,  Lepido? 

Both.  My  gracious  Lord? 

Marq.    You  fhall  be  witneffe  of  this  open  wrong. 
I  gaue  ftrait  charge,  fhe  fhould  not  touch  thefe  brats, 
1570  Yet  has  fhe  tempted  with  lafciuious  teares. 
The  heart  of  Furio,  fee  fhe  dandles  them. 
Take  that  childe  from  her :  ftay,  ftay,  ile  commend. 
That  pittie  in  thee  which  lie  reprehend. 

Fu.     Doe. 
1575     Marq.     Dare  you  thus  contradict  our  ftrait  commaund[?| 


1546  Nach  mightily  steht  ein  Punkt,  und  die  folgenden  Worte 
stehen  in  einer  neuen  Zeile.  1549  childe,]  1555  neede,]  1558  waxe,] 
1559  mee,]      1571  them,]        1573  reprepend.]  Coll. 

4 


—     50     - 

But  lieeres  a  truftie  groome,   out  liipocrite, 
I  I'hall  doe  lul'tice  wrong  to  let  thee  breath, 
For  dilbbaying  me. 

Grif.  My  gracious  Lord, 

Marq.     Tempt  me  not  Syren:  fince  you  are  lb  louing, 
1580  Hold  you|J  take  both  your  children^  get  you  gon. 
Difrobe  her  of  thele  rich  abiliments, 
Take  downe  her  hat,  her  pitcher  and  her  gowne, 
And  as  fhe  came  to  me  in  beggerie, 
So  driue  her  to  her  fathers. 

Mari.  My  deare  Lorde. 

1585     Marq.     Uex  me  not  good  Mariof:]  if  you  woe  me, 
(Or  if  you  fhed  one  teare)  to  pittie  her^ 
Or  if  by  any  drift  you  fuccour  her, 
You  loofe  my  fauour  euerlaftingly. 

Both.    We  muft  obey  fince  there's  no  remedye. 
1590     Marq.     You  muft  be  villaines[,]  theres  no  remedie. 
MariO;  Lepido,  you  two  fhall  helpe, 
To  beare  her  children  home. 

Gri.  It  fhall  not  neede[,] 

I  can  beare  more. 

Marq.  Thou  beareft  too  much  indeed. 

Gri.    Come,    come   Iweet   lambes[,|    wee'll   laugh   and    liue 

content 
1595  Though  from  the  Court  we  liue  in  banifhment, 
Thcfe  rich  attyres  are  for  your  mother  fit, 
l^ut  not  your  nurfe,  therefore  He  off  with  it. 

Marq.    Away  with  her  I  fay. 

Grif.  Away,  away? 

Nothing  but  that  colde  comfort]?]  wee'll  obay, 
IGOOHeauen  iinile  vpon  my  Lord  with  gratious  eye. 

Marq.    Driue  her  hence  Lepido. 

Lep.  Good  Madame|,|  liencc. 

Gri.    Thus  tyranny  oi)preffeth  innocence. 
Thy  lookes  i'eeme  heauy,  but  thy  heart  is  light, 
For  villaines  laugh  when  wrong  oppreffeth  right. 

[Runs  to  him. 

1579  Syren,]         1580  gon,]  1588  euerlaftingly,]  1600  eye,] 

1002  innocence,]         1004  In  der  BuhnenamveisinKj  liun]  Coll. 


-    51     - 

1605  Mil  ft  we  then  be  driuen  hence:  Oh  lee  my  Lord, 

Sweet  prettie  fooles|,]  they  both  ImiFd  at  that  word. 
They  fmile  as  who  Thould  lay  indeede[J  indeede. 
Your  tongue  cryes  hence,  but  your  heart's  not  ag-ree'd. 
Can  you  thus  part  from  them?  in  truth  I  know, 

1610  Your  true  loue  cannot  let  thefe  infants  goe. 

Marq.     Shee'll  tryumph  ouer  me[,]  doe  what  I  can. 

[Turnes  from  her. 
Mari.     Good  Madame[;J  hence. 

^ri.  Oh  lend  one  gratious  fmile 

Before  we  leaue  this  place:  turne  not  away, 
Doe  but  looke  backe,  let  vs  but  once  more  fee 
1615Thofe  eyes,  whole  beames  fhall  breath  new  foules  in  three. 
It  is  enough[:]  now  weele  depart  in  ioy. 
Nay  be  not  you  fo  cruell:  fhould  you  two 
Be  thus  driuen  hence,  truft  me  He  pitty  you. 
Marq.    Difrobe  her  prefently. 
Both.  It  fhall  be  done. 

1620     Griffi.     To    worke   fome   good    deede  thus   you   would  not 

runne. 
[Exeunt. 
Marq.     Oh  Griflill[,]  in  large  Carracters  of  golde, 
Thy  vertuous[,]  lacred  fame  fhall  be  enroulde. 
Tell  me  thy  iudgement  Furio  of  my  wife? 

Fu.     I   thinke  my  Lord[,J    fhee's   a  true  woman,    for    fhee 
1625  loues  her  children,  a  rare  wife,  for  fhee  loues  you,  (I  beleeue 
you'll  hardly  finde  her  match)  and  I  thinke  fhee's  more   then 
a  woman,  becaufe  fhee  conqueres  all  wrongs  by  patience. 

Mar.    Yet  once  more  will  1  trye  her,  prefently 
He  haue  thee  goe  to  olde  lanicolaes, 
1630  And  take  her  children  from  her,  breed  fome  doubt, 
(By  fpeeches)  in  her,  that  her  eyes  fhall  neuer 
Beholde  them  more:  beare  them  to  Pauia, 
Commend  vs  to  our  brother,  fay  from  vs. 
That  we  defire  him  with  all  kinde  refpect, 
1635  To  nurfe  the  infants,  and  withall  conceale. 


1608  agree'd,]      1616  ioy,]      1617  cruell,]      1622  enroulde,] 

4-- 


—      SJ      — 

Their  parentage  from  any  mortall  eare. 
I  charge  thee  on  thy  life[,]  reueale  not  this^ 
I  charge  thee  on  thy  life,  be  like  thy  name, 
(When  thou  comft  to  her)  rough  and  furious. 
1640     Fur.     Well,  I  will:  It's  far  from  Saluce  to  Pauia,  the  chil- 
dren will  cry,  1  haue  no  teates   you  know,    twere    good   you 
thought  vpon  it. 
Marq.    There's  golde. 
Fu.    That's  good. 
1645     Marq.    Prouide  them  nurfes. 

Fu.     That's  better,  I  will  and  I  can. 

[Exit  Furio. 
Marq.    Away!  Though  I  dare  truft  thy  fecrecy, 
Yet  will  I  follow  thee  in  fome  difguife. 
And  try  thy  faith,  and  Griffils  conftancy: 
1650  If  thou  abide  vnblemifht,  then  I  fweare, 

I  haue  found  two  wonders  that  are  fildome  rife, 
A  trufty  feruant,  and  a  patient  wife. 

[Exit. 

Enter  lanicola  and  Laureo,  with  burdens  of  Ofiers. 

Lau.     Father[,l  how  fare  you? 

Ian.  Uery  well  my  fonne, 

This  labour  is  a  comfort  to  my  age. 

1655  The  Marqueffe  hath  to  me  been  mercifull, 

In  fending  me  from  Courtly  delicates. 

To  tafte  the  quiet  of  this  country  life. 

Lau.     Call  him  not  mercifull,  his  tyranny 
Exceedes  the  moft  inhumaine. 

Ian.  Peace  my  fonne. 

1660 1  thought  by  learning  thou  hadft  been  made  wife, 
But  I  perceiue  it  puffeth  vp  thy  foule. 
Thou  takft  a  pleafure  to  be  counted  iuft, 
And  kicke  againft  the  faults  of  mighty  men: 
Oh  tis  in  vaine,  the  earth  may  euen  as  well 
1665  Challenge  the  potter  to  be  partiall, 
For  forming  it  to  fundry  offices: 

163(1  eare,]     1047  Away,  tliough]     1651  A  haue]   Coll.     1054  age,] 
1661  foule  J 


Alas  the  errour  of  ambitious  fooles! 

How  fraile  are  all  their  thoughts,  how  faint,  hoAv  weake? 
Thole  that  doe  ftriue  to  iuftle  with  the  great, 
1670  Are  certaine  to  be  bruz'd^  or  foone  to  breake. 
Come,  come  mell  with  our  Ofiers,  heere  let's  reft, 
This  is  olde  homely  home,  &  that's  ftill  beft. 

Enter  Babulo  with   a  bundle  of  Ofiers    in    one   arme   and   a  childe   in 
another,  Griffill  after  him  with  another  childe. 

Bab.     Hufh^  hufh,  hufh,   Imfh^    and   I    daunce    mine    own 
childe,   and  I  dance  mine  owne  childe,    &c:  ha[,]  ha,   whoop 

1675  olde  Mafter^  fo  ho[,]  ho,  looke  heere :  and  I  dance  mine  own 
childC;  &c.  Heere's  fixteene  pence  a  weeke,  and  fixteene 
pence  a  weeke,  eight  groates^  fope  and  candle.  I  met  her  in 
Oiler  groue,  crying  hufh,  hufh,  hufh;  hufh:  I  thought  it  had 
been   forae  begger  woman,    becaufe   of  her  pitcher,    for  you 

1680  know  they  beare  fuch  houfhold  ftuffe,  to  put  drinke  and  por- 
rage  together,  and  I  dance  mine,  &c. 

Lau.     Oh  father[,|  now  forfweare  all  patience, 
Griffill  comes  home  to  you  in  poore  array^ 
Griffill  is  made  a  drudge,  a  caft-away. 

1685     Ian.     Griffill  is  welcome  home  to  pouerty. 

How  now  my  childe|,)  are  thefe  thy  pretty  babes? 

Ba.     And  I  dance   myne   OAvne  childe:   art  thou  there?   art 
thou  there? 

Ian.     Why  art  thou  thus  come  home,  who  lent  thee  hyther? 

1690      Gri.     It  is  the  pleafure  of  my  princely  Lord, 
Who|,J  taking  fome  offence,  to  me  vnknowne. 
Hath  banifht  me  from  care  to  quietnes. 

Ba.     A  fig  for  care  I  olde  Mafter,  but  now  olde    graundfire, 
take  this  little  Pope  Innocent,  wee'll  giue  ouer  baf  ket  making 

1695  and  turne  nurfes ,  f hee  has  vnckled  Laureo :  Its  no  matter,  you 
fhall  goe  make  a  fire.  Grandfiref,]  you  fhall  dandle  them, 
Griffill  fhall  goe  make  Pap,  and  He  licke  the  iTiillet,  but  firft 
He  fetch  a  cradle,    its   a   figne  tis   not  a  deare  yeare,    when 


1667  fooles,]        1675  heere,]         1676  &c,  heere's]         1677  candle,] 
1693  care,]       1696  fire,]      1698  cradle,] 


-    54    — 

they  come    by  two    at   once:   heer's   a  conple[,|    quoth  lacke 
1700  dawe,  art  thou  there?  fiiig  Grandfire. 

[Exit. 

Ian.    What  faid  the  MarquelTe  when  he  banil'ht  thee? 
Gri.    He  gaue  me  gentle  language^  kift  my  cheeke, 

For  Gods  lakel,]  therfore  (peake  not  ill  of  him^ 

Teares  trickling  from  his  eyes,  and  forrowes  hand 
1705  Stopping  his  mouth,  thus  did  he  bid  adue, 

Whiirt  many  a  deep  fetcht  figh  from  his  breft  flew. 

Therefore  for  Gods  fake[/]  fpeake  not  ill  of  him. 

Good  Lord[!]  how  many  a  kiffe  he  gaue  my  babeS; 

And  with  wet  eyes  bad  me  be  patient, 
1710  And  by  my  truth  (if  I  haue  any  truth)|,| 

I  came  from  Court  more  quiet  and  content, 

By  many  a  thoufand  part[,]  then  wiien  I  went: 

Therefore  for  Gods  louef,]  fpeake  not  ill  of  him. 
Lau.     Oh  vile  deiection  of  too  bafe  a  foule ! 
1715  Haft  thou  beheld  the  Paradice  of  Court, 

Fed  of  rich  feuerall  meates,  bath'd  in  fweet  ftreames. 

Slept  on  the  bed  of  pleafure,  fate  inthroned, 

Whilft  troopes  of  Saint-like  haue  adored  thee: 

And  being  now  throwne  downe  by  violence, 
1720  Doft  thou  not  enuy  thofe  that  driue  thee  thence? 

Gri.     Far  be  it  from  my  heart  from  enuying  my  Lord 

In  thought,  much  leffe  eyther  in  deed  or  word. 
Lau.     Then  haft  thou  no  true  foule,  for  I  would  curie 

From  the  Sunnes  arifing  to  his  w^efterne  fall, 
1725  The  Marqueffe  and  his  flattering  minions. 

Gri.    By  day  and  night,  kinde  heauen  protect  them  all! 

What  wrong  haue  they  done  me?  what  hate  to  you? 

Haue  I  not  fed  vpon  the  Princes  coft? 

Been  cloath'd  in  rich  attyres,  liu'd  on  his  charge? 
1730Looke  heere|:|  my  ruffet  gowne  is  yet  vnworne, 

And  many  a  winter  more  may  ferue  my  turne. 

By  the  preferuing  it  fo  many  monthes: 

My  Pitcher  is  vnhurt,  fee  it  is  fill'd 

With  chriftall  water  of  the  crifped  fpring. 

1699  at  once,]        1714  foule,]       172(5  nil,] 


—    55    — 

1735  If  you  reDiembei'l,]  on  my  wedding  day^ 

You  fent  me  with  this  pitcher  to  the  well, 

And  I  came  empty  home,  becauFe  I  met 

The  gratious  Marqueffe  and  his  company. 

Now  hath  he  fent  you  this  cup  full  of  teares. 
1740  You'll  fay  the  comfort's  colde,  well  be  it  fo, 

Yet  euery  little  comfort  lielpes  in  woe. 
Ian.    True  modle  of  true  vertue,  welcome  childe, 

Thou  and  tliefe  tender  babes  to  me  are  welcome. 

Wee'll  worke  to  finde  them  foode,  come  kiffe  them  foone, 
1745  And  let's  forget  tliefe  wrongs  as  neuer  done. 

Enter  Babnlo  with  a  cradle. 

Ba.  Come,  where  be  thefe  infidels?  heere's  the  cradle  of 
fecurity,  and  my  pillow  of  idlenes  for  them,  and  their  Grand- 
fires  cloake  (not  of  hypocrifie  but  honefty)  to  couer  them. 

Ian.    Lay  them  both  foftly  downe.    Griffill|,]  fit  downe^ 
1750Laureo|,l  fetch  you  my  lute,  rocke  thou  the  cradle. 
Couer  the  poore  fooles  arme,  ile  charme  their  eyes, 
To  take  a  fleepej,]  by  fweet  tunde  lullabyes. 

The  Song. 
Golden  f lumbers  kiffe  your  eyes^ 
Smiles  awake  you  when  you  rife : 
1755         Sleepe  pretty  wantons [,]  doe  not  cry, 
And  I  will  fing  a  lullabie. 
Kocke  them[,|  rocke  them[,|  lullabie. 

Care  is  heauy[,]  therefore  fleepe  you, 
You  are  care  and  care  muft  keep  you: 
1760         Sleepe  pretty  wantonsj.]  doe  not  cry, 
And  I  will  ring  a  lullabie, 
Rocke  them[,]  rocke  them[,|  lullabie. 

Enter  Furio  and  Marqueffe  aloofe  difgiiifed  with  bafkets. 

Fur.     Leaue  finging. 

Ba.    We   may  choofe.     Grandiire[,]   fol   fa  once  more,  we'll 


1739  teares,]         1748  Die  Schlusaklammer  steht  schon  hiiiter  hypo- 
crifie.      1749  downe,]        1764  choofe,] 


—   r)(>    — 

1765  alia  mire  him,   and  he  we  waile  in  woe,  and  who  can   hin- 
der vs? 

Fur.     Sirra  Scholler[,|  read  there,  it's  a  commilTion  for  mee 
to  take  away  thele  children. 
Ba.    Nay  then  y'are   welcome,    there's   foure   groates,   and 
1770  heere's  foure  more. 

Gri.     To  take  away  my  children|,|  gentle  Furio, 
Why  muft  my  babes  beare  this  vngentle  doome? 
Fur.     Goe  looke. 

Lau.     0  mifery,  0  moft  accurfed  time, 
1775  When  to  be  foes  to  guilt  is  helde  a  crime. 

Sifterf,]  this  fiend  muft  beare  your  infants  hence. 
la.     Good  Grifril[,|  beare  al  wrongs  Wt  patience. 

[Weepe8[.] 
Gri.     Good  father^  let  true  patience  cure  all  woe, 
You  bid  me  be  content,  oh  be  you  fo. 
1780     Lau.    Father[,]  why  doe  you  weepe? 

Ian.  What  can  I  doe? 

Though  her  he  punifh,  he  might  pitty  you. 

Lau.     Let's  fret  and  curfe  the  Marqueffe  cruelly. 
Ba.     I|,l  by  my  troth  that's   a  good  way,   we  may  well  do 
it,  now  we  are  out  of  his  hearing. 
1785      Gri.    Muft  I  then  be  diuorc'd  and  loofe  this  treafure? 
I  muft  and  am  content,  fince  tis  his  pleafure. 
I  prie  thee  tell  me  whither  they  muft  goe? 
Fu.    No. 

Gri.    Art  thou  commaunded  to  conceale  the  place? 
1790     Fu.    L 

Gri.     Then  will  not  1  inquire.     Thou  doft  but  ieft[:| 
I  know  thou  muft  not  rob  me,  tis  to  try 
If  I  loue  them:  no,  no,  heere  I  read, 

That  which  ftrikes  blinde  mine  eyes,  makes  my  heart  bleede. 
1795  Farewell,  farewell,  dearc  foules,  adue|,|  adue. 
Your  father  fendes  and  1  mult  part  from  you, 
I  muft[,]  oh  God|!|  I  muft:  muft  is  for  Kings, 
And  loe  obedience  for  loe  vnderlings. 


1775  crime,]    1780  What  can  I  doe,]     1785  diuorc'd?]  Ebd.  trcalurc] 
1786  pleafure,]        1791  inquire,  thou]         17i)4  bleede,]      17i)7  I  muft,] 


-     57     - 

Lull.    He  riiall  not  hale  them  thus,  keep  them  perforce, 
1800  This  riaue  lookes  on  them  with  a  murdring  eye. 

Ba.  No,  he  Thai  not  haue  them,  knocke  out  his  braines, 
and  laue  the  little  hop  a  my  thombes. 

Fu.     Doe  if  you  dare. 

Marq.     How  now  my  hearts,  what's  the  matter? 
1805     Fu.     What  carTt  thou? 

Lau.     This  is  poore  Griffil,  wife  viito  our  Duke, 
And  thele  her  children:  thus  he  lendes  her  home, 
And  thus  he  fends  a  ferpent  to  deuour, 
Their  pretious  Hues,  he  brings  commifliou, 
1810  To  hale  them  hence,  but  whyther  none  can  tell. 

Grif.    Forbeare,  forbeare. 

Marq.  Take  them  from  him  perforce. 

Are  thefe  his  children? 

Ba.     So  fhe  faies. 

Marq.    Two  fweet  Duckes,  and  is  this  his  wife? 
1815     Ba.    Yes,  he  has  lyne  with  her. 

Mar.     A  pretty  foule,   firraf,]  thou  wilt  be  hang'd  for  this. 

Fu.    Hang-  thy  felfe. 

Mar.     Beate  him,  but  firft  take  thefe  two  from  his  armes, 
I  am  a  bafket  maker,  and  I  fweare 
1820  He  dye  before  he  beare  away  the  babes. 

Ba.  Oh  rare,  cry  prentifes  and  clubs,  the  corporation  can- 
not be  (  )  iiiTa[,]  let  downe  thy  bafkets  and  to't  pell 
mell. 

Fu.    Would  I  were  rid  of  my  office? 
1825      Gri.     What  will  you  doe?  driue  this  rafhe  fellowe  hence? 

Marq.     The  Marqueffe  is  a  tyrant  and  does  wrong. 

Gri.     I  would  not  for  the  world  that  hee  fhould  heare  thee. 

Mar.     I  would  not  for  ten  worlds  but  heare  my  Griffil. 

Gri.     A  tyrant,  no[:l  he's  mercy  euen  her  felfe, 
1830  luftice  in  triumph  rides  in  his  two  eyes, 

Take  heede  how  thou  prophaneft  high  deityes. 
Goe  FuriO;  get  thee  gone:  good  father[,]  helpe  me 


1803  Fa.]     1805  thou.]     1807  children,]    1811  perforce,]     1825  doe,] 
1831  deityes:] 


-     58     - 

To  guard  my  deare  Lords  feruant  from  this  place, 
I  know  hee'll  doe  my  pretty  babes  no  harme, 
1835  For  feel,]  Furio  lookes  gently:  oh  get  thee  gone, 
Pitty  sits  on  thy  cheekes,  but  God  can  tell. 
My  heart  laies  my  tongue  lyes,  farewell[,J  farewell. 
Marq.     Stay  firra[,|  take  thy  i)urre. 
Fur.  I  let  none  fall. 

Ba.    Halfe  part. 
1840      la.     A  purfe  of  golde  Furio  is  falne  from  thee. 

Fu.  Its  none  of  mine,  firra  bafket-maker,  if  my  armes  were 
not  full,  thou  fhould  haue  thy  handes  full:  farewel  Griffill, 
if  thou  neuer  fee  thy  children  more ,  curfe  mee ,  if  thou  doft 
fee  them  againe,  thanke  God,  adue. 

[Exit. 
1845      Ba.    Farewell  and  be  hang'd. 

Gri.    I  will  thanke  God  for  all,  why  fhould  I  grieue, 
To  loofe  my  children?  no[,]  no,  I  ought  rather 
Keioyce,  becaufe  they  are  borne  to  their  Father. 

la.     Daughter,  heere's  nothing  in  this  purfe  but  golde. 
1850      Ba.   So  much  the  better,  Mafter|:]  we'll  quickely  turne  it  into 
filuer. 

la.     This  purfe  that  fellow  did  let  fall,  run|,J  run. 
Carry  it  him  againe,  run  Babulo. 
Away  with  it,  tis  laide  to  doe  vs  wrong. 
1855      Lau.    Try  all  their  golden  baites,   ftay|,|  neuer  run. 
They  can  doe  no  more  wrong  then  they  haue  done, 
la.     What  ayles  my  Griffill?  comfort  |thee]  my  childe. 
Ba.    lie  fetch  Rofa  folis. 

Marq.     Poore  foule|,|  her  griefe  burnes  inward,  yet  her  tung 
1860  Is  loath  to  giue  it  freedome:  1  doe  wrong, 
Oh  Griffill|!l  I  doe  wrong  thee  and  lament. 
That  for  my  fake  thou  feelTt  this  languifhment. 
I  came  to  try  a  feruant  and  a  wife. 

Both  haue  I  prooued  true;  that  purfe  of  golde  I  brought, 
1805  And  let  it  fall  of  purpofe  to  relieue  her: 

Well  may  I  giue  her  golde  that  fo  much  grieue  her. 


1853  Babulo,]     1857  [thcc]  Coll.     1861  and,]     L8G4  true,]     1805  her,] 
1866  grieue  her,] 


59 


As  I  came  in  by  ftealth,  fo  He  away^ 

Toy  has    a  tongue^  but  knowes  not  what  to  fay. 


[Exit. 


Gri.     So  father[,|  I  am  well,  I  am  well  indeed, 
1870  I  fhould  doe  wondrous  ill,  Thould  1  repine, 

At  my  babes  lorfe[,]  for  they  are  none  of  mine, 
la.     I  am  glad  thou  tak'ft  this  wound  lo  patiently. 
Ba.     Whoope[!]  whether  is  my  brother  bafket-maker   gone: 
ha[,]  let  me  fee,   I  fmell  a  rat,    fneakt  hence  and  neuer  take 
1875  leaue?  eyther  hee's  a  craftie  knaue,  or  elfe  hee  dogs  Furio  to 
byte  him,   for  when  a  quarrell  enters  into  a  trade|.]    it  femes 
feauen  yeares  before  it  be  free. 

la.     Let  him  be  whome  he  will,  he  feem'd  our  friend. 
Griffill|,]  lay  vp  this  golde[:]  tis  Furioes  lure, 
1880  Or  it  may  be  thy  Lord  did  giue  it  him, 
To  let  it  fall  for  thee,  but  keep  it  fafe : 
If  he  difdaine  to  loue  thee  as  a  wife, 
His  golde  fhall  not  buy  foode  to  nourifh  thee. 
Griffill|,]  come  in,  time  fwiftly  runs  away, 
1885  The  greateft  forrow  hath  an  ending  day. 

[Exeunt. 

Enter  Gwenthyan  and  Rice,  fhe  meanely,  he  like  a  Cooke. 

Gwen.  Kees,  lay  her  table ,  and  let  out  her  fittailes,  and 
preades,  and  wines,  and  ale,  and  peare.  and  fait  for  her 
gueffe. 

Ri.     Yes   forfooth|,]   my   Lady[:]   but  what   fhal   I  do  with 
1890  all  yonder  beggers? 

Gwe.     Send  out  the  peggers  into  her  Lady,  goe. 
Ri.     How?    the  beggers  in,   wee   fhall  haue   a  louzie   feaft 
Madame. 

[Exit  Kees. 

Gw^en.     You   rafcals|,|   prate   no  more,    but   fetch  them   in: 

1895  fhall  pridle  Sir  Owen  a  good  teale  well  enough,   is   warrant 

her.     Sir  Owen   is   gone   to   bid    her  cozen   Marquefi'e   and  a 

meiny   to  dyne  at  her  houfe,   but  Gwenthyan   fhall  kiue   her 

dinner  I  warrant  her,  for  peggers  fhall  haue  all  her  meate. 


1875  leaue,]       1878  friend,]       1881  lafe,]      1883  thee,] 


-     ()0     - 

Enter  Kecs  with  a  company  of  beggers:  a  Table  is  let  with  meate. 

l\\.    Come  my  hearts,  troope^  troope,  euery  man  follow  his 
1900  leader,  heere's  my  Lady. 

All.     God  blelTe  your  Ladifhip,  God  blefl'e  your  Ladil'liip. 

Gwen.  I  thang  you|,J  me  good  pegg-ers.  Rees[,]  pring  ftooles, 
fid  awl  downe:  Rees[,]  pring  more  meate. 

Rice.     Heere  Madame,  He  let  it  on,  tak't  off  who  will. 
1905      Beg.     Let  vs  alone   for  that,   my  Lady|:]  fhall  we  fcramble 
or  eate  mannerly? 

GAven.  Peggers|,|  I  hobe  haue  no  manners,  but  firft  heare 
me  pray  you  now,  and  then  fall  to  out  a  crie. 

Beg.    Peace,   heare   my  Lady.     Jacke-mumble-cruft|,|  fteale 
1910  no  penny  loaues. 

Gwen.     Peggers,  awl  you  know  Sir  Owen? 

All.     Palling  well,  palTing  well,  God  blelTe  his  worfhij). 

IBeg.    Madame,  we  know  him  as  well  as  a  begger  knowes 
his  difh. 
1915      Gwe.    Awl   thefe    fittels  is   made    for  Cozen  Marquefle:  Sir 
Owen   is  gone   to   fedge  him,    but   Sir   Owen   has   anger  her 
Ladie. 

1  Beg.  More  fhame  for  him,  hee's  not  a  Knight,  but  a  knitter 
of  caps  for  it. 
1920      Gwe.     Sir  Owen  has  anger  her  Lady,  and  therfore  her  Lady 
is  anger  Sir  Owen. 

1  Beg.    Make  him  a  cuckolde  Madame,  and  vpon  that  I  drinke 
to  you:  helter  fkelter|,]   here   roagues,    top    and  top  gallant, 
pell   mell,   huftie  tuftie,   hem,  God  I'aue  the  Duke,   and  a   fig 
1925  for  the  hangman. 

Gwen.  llees[,]  fedge  wine  and  peares  enough,  and  fall  to 
pegger,  and  eate  awl  her  fheere,  and  tomineere,  fee  you  now, 
pray  doe. 

A  drunken  feaft,  they  quarrel  and  grow  drunke,  and  pocket  vp  the 
meate,  the  dealing  of  Cannes  like  a  fet  at  Mawe. 

[Exit  Kees. 
Gwe.    Nay[,|  I  pray  peggers  be  quiet,  tag  your  meates,  you 
19;iO  haue  trinkes   enough    I  fee,  and  get    you  home  nowe  good 
peggers. 

1902  peggers,]      1903  downe,]        VMd  Lady,] 


-     (U     — 

1  Beg'.  Come  you  roagiies,  lets  goe[:]  tag  and  rag,  cut  and  long 

taile,   I  am  victualed  for  a  month.     God  bo'y  Madame,    pray 

God  Sir  Owen  and  you  may  fall  out  euery  day:  Is  there  any 

1935  harme  in  this  now?  hey  tri-lill^  glue  the  dog  a  loafe,  fill  the 

tother  pot  you  whoore  &  God  lane  the  Duke. 

[Exeunt. 
Gwe.     I  thang  you|,|  good   peggers,  ha[,|   ha,   this   is  fine 
I'pord^  by  God  is  haue  peggers  eate  her  fittales  all  day  long. 

Enter  Sir  Owen  and  Rees. 

Ow.    Where  is  the  Theere  Rees?    Cods  plude[,]  where? 
1940      Ri.    I  bereech  you  fir[,]  be  patient^  I  tell  you  the  beggers 
haue  it. 

Owen.    Wad  a  pogs  is   doe  with  peggers?  wad  is  peggers 
do  at  Knights  houfe?  Is  peggers  Sir  Owens  guelTe  Rees? 
Ri.     No  Sir  Owen[:]  they  were  my  Ladies  gueffe. 
1945      Ow.    Ha?  you  hungry  rafcalles^  where's  her  Ladie  Gwen- 
thyan?  Cods  plude[,|  peggers  eate  her  I'heere  and  cozen  Mar- 
queffe  come. 

Ri.    I  know  not  w^here  my  Lady  is^  but  there's   a  begger 
woman,  afke  her,  for  my  Lady  dealt  her  almes  amongft  them 
1950  her  felfe. 

Ow.    A  pogs  on  you  pegger  w^hore,  where's  ther  pread  and 
fheere?  Cod  vdge  me[J  He  pegger  you  for  fittels. 

Gwe.    Hawld,   hawld;  hawld^   what  is  mad  now?    here  is 
her  Lady:  is  her  Lady  pegger  you  rafcals? 
1955      Ri.    No  fweet  Madame,  you  are  my  Lady :  a  man  is  a  man 
though  he  haue  but   a  hofe   on  his  head;   and   you   are  my 
Lady  though  you  want  a  hood. 

Ow.    How^  now?  how^  now?  ha[,J  ha,  her  Ladie  in  tawny 

coatC;  and  tags  and  rags  lb?  where  is  her  meate  Gwenthian? 

1960  where  is  her  fheere?   her  cozen  Marqueffe  is  heere  and  great 

teale  of  Shentlefolkes  and  Laties  and  Lawrdes[;]  pie  and  pie. 

Gwe.    What    care    her  for  Laties  or   cozen  too?  fittels  is 

awl  gone. 

Ow.    OwC;  gone?  is  her  Ladie  mad? 


1933  month,]        1934  owen]         1955  Lady,]         19o-2  t  )0,] 


-    r)2   - 

1965  Gwen.  No,  oiir  Lord  is  mad,  you  teare  her  ruffes  and  re- 
patoes,  and  pridle  her,  is  her  pridled  nowV  is  her  repatoed 
now?  is  her  teare  in  peeces  now?  lie  tedge  her  pridle  her 
Lady  againe,  her  cozen  Marquefle  ('hall  eate  no  pread  and 
meate  heere,  and  her  Ladie  Gwenthians  will  goe  in  tags  and 
1970  rags,  and  like  pegger  to  vexe  and  chafe  fir  Owen,  fee  you 
now  ? 

Owen.    A  pogs   fee  her,     Cods   pludej,]   what  is  doe  now 
Eees? 

Ri.     Speake  her  faire  Mafter[,|  for  fhee  lookes  wildely. 
1975      Owen.    Is  looke  wildely  indeede.   Gwenthian[,]  pray  goe  in, 
and  put  prauerie  vpon  her  packe   and  pelly,  Cod  vdge  me[,] 
is  pie  new   repatoes  and   ruffes  for   her  Lady:    pray   doe  lb, 
pray  good  Ladyes. 
Ri.     Doe  good  Madame. 
1980      Gw.     Cartho  crogge,  Cartho  crogge,   Gwenthian  fcornes  her 
flatteries,  her  Lady  goe  no  petter.  Sir  Owen  hang  her  felfe. 

Ow.     0  mon  lago,   her  Pritifh  plude  is   not  indure   it   by 
Cod:  a  pogs  on  her,   put  on  her  fine   coates  is  peft,  put  on, 
goe  to,  put  on. 
1985      Ri.    Put  off  Sir  Owen[,]  and  fhee'll  put  on. 

Gwe.    A  pogs  on  her,  is  put  on  none,  but  goe  like  pegger. 
Ow.    Rees[,|   goe  mag  more  fire,    and    let    her  haue  more 
fheere. 
Gwen.    Rees  mag  fire,  and  He   fcalde  her  like  pigge,    fee 
1990  you  now? 

Ri.     I  fhall  be  peppered  how  ere  the  market  goes. 
Ow.    Mag  great  teal  of  fires,  or  Sir  Owen  [hall  knog  your 
eares. 

Gwen.    Make  litle  teale  of  fire,  or  Gwenthian  fhall   cut  oft* 
1995  your  eares:  and  pob  you,  &  pob  you  Rees,  fee  you  now? 

Ri.    Holde    good  Madame,    I  fee  you   and    feele   you  too, 
y'are  able  to   let   ftones  together  by  th'eares:  I  befeech  you 
be  quiet  both.  He  make  a  fire  Sir  Owen  to  pleafe  you. 
Ow.    Doe  Rce8|:|  He  pridle  her  Ladies  well  enough. 
2000      Gwen.    Will  you,  you  rafcals? 


1975  indeed,] 


—     63     — 

Ki.  Nay[,]  but  lieare  you  fweet  Madame^  lie  make  a  fire 
to  pleafe  Sir  Oweii;  and  when  it  burnes,  He  quench  it  to 
pleafe  you. 

[Exit. 


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