Both in a leash, and made right for my purpose.
Commend me to 'em, go, Julio,
Bring 'em to supper all, to grace this matter;
They will serve for witnesses.
[Exit Julio at one door, and Ang. and Fath.
at another.
SCENE II.
Enter Clora, Frank, and Frederick, and Maid.
He has forgot all that he said last night;
And shame of that makes him [more] loth to come,
I left Fabricio perswading him, but 'tis in vain.
That loves you when he's drunk.
'Faith, I would marry him; my friends I hope
Would make him drink.
Besides, being a Souldier, 'tis better he should love
You when he's drunk, than when he's sober, for then he
Will be sure to love you the greatest part on's life.
Enter Fabricio.
As him, by telling him of Love and Women, he swears
They mock him.
Arithmetick can make, e're he believe me;
And since he was last drunk, he is more jealous
They would abuse him; if we could perswade him
She lov'd, he would embrace it.
Shall bate so much of her own modesty
To swear it to him, with such tears as now
You see rain from her.
But would you have her do't i'th' open street?
Or if you would, he'll run away from her,
How shall we get him hither?
Anger him hither, as there is no way
But that to bring him, and then hold him fast,
Women, and men, whilst she delivers to him the truth
Seal'd with her tears, he would be plain
As a pleas'd Child; he walks below for me
Under the window.
Let one of the maids take a good Bowl of water,
Or say it be a piss-pot, and pour't on's head.
It is an approv'd Receipt to fetch such a fellow;
Take all the women-kind in this house, betwixt the Age of one,
And one hundred, and let them take unto them a pot or a
Bowl containing seven quarts or upwards, and let them
Never leave, till the above named
Pot or Bowl become full, then let one of them stretch out
Her Arm, and pour it on his head, and probatum est, it
Will fetch him, for in his anger he will run up, and then let
Us alone.
Water ready distill'd.
He'll neither love me drunk nor sober now.
Enter Wench.
Hold were he my Father, his hat's off too, and he's scratching
His head.
Out to day, ha, ha, ha, just on's head.
Excellent sport, now he's beating a fellow that laugh'd at him,
Truly the man takes it patiently; now he goes down the street
Gravely, looking on each side, there's not one more dare laugh.
By treachery; know you some other better,
You would prefer your friend to? if you do not
Bring him again, I have no other hope,
But you that made me lose hope, if you fail me,
I ne'r shall see him, but shall languish out
A discontented life, and dye contemn'd.
If I have any truth, let what will happen,
I'll bring him presently, do ye all stand
At the Street door, the maids, and all, to watch
When I come back, and have some private place
To shuffle me into; for he shall follow
In fury, but I know I can out-run him
As he comes in, clap all fast hold on him;
And use your own discretions.
With that unstopt speed, that he shall run over
All that's in's way; and though my life be ventur'd
'Tis no great matter, I will do't.
Worthy Fabricio. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.
Enter Jacomo.
But am I grown so contemptible, by being once drunk
Amongst 'em, that they begin to throw piss on my head?
For surely it was piss, huh, huh. [seem to smell.
Enter Fabritio.
Me thinks these humours become thee better than thy dry
Cholerick humours, or thy wine-wet humours; ha?
Suffering jests.
But truly I cannot blame the Gentlewomen, you stood evesdropping
Under their window, and would not come up.
Your hand was in't, which if I once believe,
Be sure you shall account to me.
The next turn I see is mine.
Do not provoke me so.
Keeping company with you, phish; take you that.
SCENE IV.
Enter Fred, Fra, Clora, and Servant, and Maid.
And Jacomo behind him.
Enter Fabritio.
Enter Jacomo.
What is the matter Sirs?
Why do you hold me? I am basely wrong'd,
Torture, and hell be with you; let me go.
What I can say, you know I am your friend,
If you yet doubt it, by my soul I am.
I would my breath were poyson.
And this now done, were but to draw you hither
For causes weighty, that concern your self,
Void of all malice, which this Maid my Sister
Shall tell you.
For ever here, and till you let me go,
I'le talk no more.
Let not this boldness make me be believ'd
To be immodest; if there were a way
More silently to be acquainted with you,
God knows, that I would choose, but as it is
Take it in plainness: I do love you more
Than you do your content, if you refuse
To pity me, I'le never cease to weep,
And when mine eyes be out I will be told
How fast the tears I shed for you do fall,
And if they do not flow abundantly,
I'le fetch a sigh shall make 'em start, and leap,
As if the fire were under.
Or never more be call'd a man.
She should be in earnest?
That would have been sound ones, & venture such a fane, and
So much life, for e're an humorous asse i'th' world.
For Julio, that has not half his worth,
All night you write and weep too much I fear,
I do but what I should.
I am answer'd Frank.
If that thing do not counterfeit.
As I am man, I will not hurt a creature
Under this roof, before I have deliver'd
My self, as I am now, into your hands,
Or have your full consent.
Infidel, if she do not weep: Stay, where's my handkerchief?
I'le wipe the old wet off, fresh tears come, pox on't
I am a handsom, gracious fellow amongst women, and
Knew't not Gentlewoman; how should I know these tears are
For me? is not your Mother dead?
By break of day; if you love me, I pray you kiss me,
For if I love you, it shall be such love, as I will not be
Asham'd of, if this be a mock— [kisses.
It is the heartiest, and the sweetest mock
That e're I tasted, mock me so again— [kiss again.
So long?
And should have done this twelve-moneth; pray you rise.
Frederick, if I could all this while have been perswaded she could
Have lov'd me, dost thou think I had not rather kiss her
Than another should? and yet you may gull me for ought
I know, but if you do, hell take me if I do not cut
All your throats sleeping.
Could have lik'd this face, it's good for nothing, is't?
Through with velvet.
But otherwise, in faith it is not Frank—
[whilst Jacomo is kissing Frank.
Enter Fabritio.
Yet Sirrah, or no?
Understanding, I pray you dally not with the Gentlewoman
But dispatch your Matrimony, with all convenient speed.
For trust me I boxt thee for thy advancement,
A foolish desire I had to joggle thee into preferment.
How a bastinadoing may any wayes raise your fortunes
In the State, you shall be sure on't.
O God I hear his voyce, now he is true,
Have at a marriage Frank, as soon as you— [Exeunt all but Fred.
Enter a Messenger.
Many are sent for more, about affairs
Forraign I take it Sir.
Within this hour, return my humble service.
Enter a Servant.
With all the hast you can, she is gone to Church,
To marry Captain Jacomo, and Julio
To do as much for the young merry Gentlewoman,
Fair Mistris Clora.
Thou art deceiv'd I warrant thee.
I saw their lips as close upon the bargain
As Cockles.
[Ex.
Where Piso, and the worthy Leila
Of famous memory are to be married,
And we not far behind.
Would I had time
To wonder at this last couple in hell.
Enter Messenger again.
Hold me not from this sport, I would not lose it. [Exeunt.
SCENE V.
Enter Father, Piso, Angelo, and Lelia.
A happy pair.
There was never poor gentleman had such a sudden fortune,
I could thrust my head betwixt two pales, and strip me out of
My old skin like a Snake: will the guests come thou saidst
Thou sentest for to solemnize the Nuptials?
Enter Julio, Jacomo, Fabritio, Frank, Clora.
I ask your pardon, to whose marriage-bed
I wish all good success, I have here brought you
Such guests as can discern your happiness,
And best do know how to rejoyce at it;
For such a fortune they themselves have run,
The worthy Jacomo, and his fair Bride,
Noble Fabritio, whom this age of peace
Has not yet taught to love ought but the warrs,
And his true friends, this Lady who is but
A piece of me. [Exit Father.
Are they not Sir?
Sent hither: who ever thou bid'st welcom shall find it.
To our too hasty wedding.
We are glad to run up and down any whither, to see where
We can get meat to our wedding.
Without acquainting your friends.
Any body had taken notice you were in love, the Spectators
Would take it to be but ridiculous.
Another secret from you.
Enter Father.
And 'twill be the best sport—
The coxcomb Lodowick is coming in.
Enter Lodowick.
Require an utterance more private,
Than this place can afford.
All business I hear with his ears now.
You have no husband, I am the very man
That walk'd the streets so comely.
I am not cruel, but the love begun
I'th' street I'le satisfie i'th' chamber fully.
Were but an idle question, if you be,
I do not speak to you, but if you be not
Walk in the streets again, and there perhaps
I may dote on you, here I not endure you.
To change and so he did, it has a blemish,
And this he brought me for it; did you change it?
Are you a Goldsmith?
Sirrah, did you not bring me this ring from your Lady?
For there was a mistaking in it, and so, as I was
Saying to your worship, my Lady is now married.
With these gray eyes.
Me send in provision too.
But your Worships provision could not have come in at a fitter time;
Will it please you to tast any of your own wine?
It may be the Vintner has cozen'd you.
Dost thou know it now? (discovers himself.)
Come forth Piso—remember you it?
And will assist your Father in law.
Have mist the woman.
As pure as any womans, and I mean
To keep it so for ever.
I can compel you, her estate is great,
But all made o're to me, before this match,
Yet if you use her kindly, as I swear
I think she will deserve, you shall enjoy it
During your life, all save some slender piece
I will reserve for my own maintenance,
And if God bless you with a child by her,
It shall have all.
I do not much care what the woman is:
Come my sweet heart, as long as I shall find
Thy kisses sweet, and thy means plentifull,
Let people talk their tongues out.
Of what is past, but all that is to come
Shall be without occasions.
The danger is not great, welcom Frederick.
Enter Frederick.
We shall have wars.
And from my house no creature here shall stir
These three dayes, mirth shall flow as well as wine.
How much I am bound to all, but most to you,
Whose undeserved liberality
Must not escape thus unrequited.
Of every noble action, the intent
Is to give worth reward, vice, punishment. [Exeunt Om.
Prologue.
(So does the Author too) a mystery
Somewhat above our Art; For all mens eyes,
Ears, faiths, and judgements, are not of one size.
For to say truth, and not to flatter ye,
This is nor Comedy, nor Tragedy,
Nor History, nor any thing that may
(Yet in a week) be made a perfect Play:
Yet those that love to laugh, and those that think
Twelve pence goes farther this way than in drink,
Or Damsels, if they mark the matter through,
May stumble on a foolish toy, or two
Will make 'em shew their teeth: pray, for my sake
(That likely am your first man) do not take
A distaste before you feel it: for ye may
When this is hist to ashes, have a Play.
And here, to out-hiss this; be patient then,
(My honour done) y'are welcom Gentlemen.
Epilogue.
Your own free Judges) this Play utterly,
For your own Nobleness yet do not hiss,
But as you go by, say it was amiss;
And we will mend: Chide us, but let it be
Never in cold blood: O' my honesty
(If I have any) this I'le say for all,
Our meaning was to please you still, and shall.
THE
PROPHETESS.
A
TRAGICAL HISTORY.
Persons Represented in the Play.
- Charinus, Emperour of Rome.
- Cosroe, King of Persia.
- Diocles, of a private Souldier elected Co-Emperour.
- Maximinian, Nephew to Diocles, and Emperour by his donation.
- Volutius Aper, Murtherer of Numerianus, the late Emperour.
- Niger, a noble Souldier, Servant to the Emperour.
- Camurius, a Captain, and Creature of Aper's.
- Persian Lords.
- Senators.
- Souldiers.
- Guard.
- Suitors.
- Ambassadors.
- Lictors.
- Flamen.
- Attendants.
- Shepherd.
- Countrymen.
- Geta, a Jester, Servant to Diocles, a merry Knave.
WOMEN.
- Aurelia, Sister to Charinus.
- Cassana, Sister to Cosroe, a Captive, waiting on Aurelia.
- Delphia, a Prophetess.
- Drusilla, Niece to Delphia, in love with Diocles.
The Scene Rome.
The principal Actors were,
- John Lowin.
- Robert Benfield.
- John Shanke.
- Richard Sharpe.
- Joseph Taylor.
- Nicholas Toolie.
- George Birch.
- Thomas Holcombe.
Actus Primus. Scena Prima.
Enter Charinus, Aurelia, Niger.
And fill me full of doubts; but what proofs, Niger,
What certainties, that my most noble Brother
Came to his end by murther? Tell me that,
Assure me by some circumstance.
And as I tell you truth, so the gods prosper me,
I have often nam'd this Aper.
And in mysterious senses I have heard ye
Break out o'th' sudden, and abruptly.
Fear of your unbelief, and the times giddiness
Made me I durst not then go farther. So your Grace please,
Out of your wonted goodness, to give credit,
I shall unfold the wonder.
You shall have both our hearty loves, and hearings.
(For he deserves no mention of a good man)
Great Sir, give ear; this most ungrateful, spightful,
Above the memory of mankind, mischievous,
With his own bloody hands.
And if I make not good my story.
I see a truth would break out; be not fearful.
Cut off your Brothers hopes, his life, and fortunes;
The honour'd Numerianus fell by him,
Fell basely, most untimely, and most treacherously:
For in his Litter, as he bore him company,
Most privately and cunningly he kill'd him;
Yet still he fills the faithful Souldiers ears
With stories of his weakness, of his life,
That he dare not venture to appear in open,
And shew his warlike face among the Souldiers;
The tenderness and weakness of his eyes
Being not able to endure the Sun yet.
Slave that he is, he gives out this infirmity
(Because he would dispatch his honour too)
To arise from wantonness, and love of women,
And thus he juggles still.
Most bloody, and most base! Alas, dear Brother,
Art thou accus'd, and after death thy memory
Loaden with shames and lies? Those pious tears
Thou daily shower'st upon my Fathers monument,
(When in the Persian Expedition
He fell unfortunately by a stroke of Thunder)
Made thy defame and sins? those wept out eyes,
The fair examples of a noble nature,
Those holy drops of Love, turn'd by depravers
(Malicious poyson'd tongues) to thy abuses?
We must not suffer this.
And sure this Aper is not right nor honest,
He will not [now] come near me.
He has an inmate here, that's call'd a conscience,
Bids him keep off.
Made him first Captain of his Guard, his next friend;
Then to my Mother (to assure him nearer)
He made him Husband.
For when he trod so nigh, his false feet itch'd, Sir,
To step into the State.
Aper a bloody Knave (as 'tis apparent)
Let's leave disputing, and do something noble.
To meet him in the field; he has under him
The Flower of all the Empire, and the strength,
The Britain, and the German Cohorts; pray ye be patient,
Niger, how stands the Souldier to him?
Than love or honour; he has lost their fair affections,
By his most covetous and greedy griping:
Are ye desirous to do something on him,
That all the World may know ye lov'd your Brother?
And do it safely too without an Army?
Send suddenly; And to that man that executes it
(I mean, that brings his head) add a fair payment,
No common Summ; then ye shall see I fear not,
Even from his own Camp, from those men that follow him,
Follow, and flatter him, we shall find one,
And if he miss, one hundred that will venture it.
So far I'll honour him that kills the Villain;
For so far runs my love to my dead Brother,
Let him be what he will, base, old, or crooked,
He shall have me; nay, which is more, I'll love him.
I will not be deny'd.
But ye shall know, my love shall go along too;
See a Proscription drawn; and for his recompence,
My Sister, and half Partner in the Empire;
And I will keep my word.
You shall have all dispatch'd to night.
SCENE II.
Enter Delphia, and Drusilla.