The Project Gutenberg eBook of Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 06 of 10
Title: Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 06 of 10
Author: Francis Beaumont
John Fletcher
Editor: A. R. Waller
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CAMBRIDGE ENGLISH CLASSICS
The Works
of
Francis Beaumont
and
John Fletcher
In ten volumes
Vol. VI
FRANCIS BEAUMONT
Born 1584
Died 1616
JOHN FLETCHER
Born 1579
Died 1625
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER
THE QUEEN OF CORINTH
BONDUCA
THE KNIGHT OF THE BURNING PESTLE
LOVES PILGRIMAGE
THE DOUBLE MARRIAGE
THE TEXT EDITED BY
A. R. WALLER, M.A.
Cambridge:
at the University Press
1908
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CONTENTS
| PAGE | |
| The Queen of Corinth | 1 |
| Bonduca | 79 |
| The Knight of the Burning Pestle | 160 |
| Loves Pilgrimage | 232 |
| The Double Marriage | 321 |
THE
Queen of Corinth,
A
TRAGI-COMEDY.
The Persons Represented in the Play.
- Agenor, Prince of Argos.
- Theanor, Son to the Qu. of Corinth, a vicious Prince.
- Leonidas, The Corinthian General, Brother to Merione.
- Euphanes, A noble young Gentleman, Favorite to the Qu.
- Crates, Elder brother to Eupha. a malicious beautefeu.
- Conon, Euph[a]nes Confident, and fellow-Traveller.
- Neanthes, Sosicles, Eraton, Courtiers.
- Onos or Lamprias, A very foolish Traveller.
- Tutor and Uncle to Onos, two foolish Knaves.
- Gentlemen Servants to Agenor.
- A Page to Lord Euphanes.
- Marshal,
- Vintner,
- Drawers,
WOMEN.
- Merione, A virtuous Lady, honourably solicited by Prince Agenor.
- Beliza, A noble Lady, Mistriss to Euphanes.
- Queen of Corinth, A wise and virtuous Widow, Mother of Theanor,
The Scene Corinth.
The Principal Actors were
- Richard Burbadge,
- Henry Condel,
- John Underwood,
- Thomas Polard,
- Nathan Feild,
- John Lowin,
- Nich. Toolie,
- Tho. Holcomb.
Actus Primus. Scæna Prima.
Enter Neanthes, Sosicles, Eraton.
So far beyond her hopes, to the advantage
Of Corinth, and the good of all her Subjects;
That though Leonidas our brave General
Ever came home a fair and great example,
He never yet return'd, or with less loss
Or more deserved honour.
The motives to this general good?
Was admiration first in young Agenor,
(For by that name we know the Prince of Argos)
Of our Leonidas wisdom and his valour,
Which though an enemy, first in him bred wonder;
That liking, Love succeeded that, which was
Followed by a desire to be a friend
Upon what terms soever to such goodness;
They had an enterview; and that their friendship
Might with our peace be ratified, 'twas concluded,
Agenor yielding up all such strong places
As he held in our territories, should receive
(With a sufficient Dower, paid by the Queen)
The fair Merion[e] for his wife.
Approves the Queen of this? since we well know
Nor was her Highness ignorant, that her Son
The Prince Theanor made love to this Lady,
And in the noblest way.
And I have heard from some familiar with
Her nearest secrets, she so deeply priz'd her
Being from an Infant train'd up in her service,
(Or to speak better, rather her own Creature)
She once did say, That if the Prince should steal
A Marriage without her leave, or knowledge,
With this Merione, with a little suit
She should grant both their pardons: whereas now
To shew her self for sooth a Spartan Lady,
And that 'tis in her power, now it concerns
The common good, not alone to subdue
Her own affections, but command her Sons;
She has not only forc'd him with rough threats
To leave his Mistriss, but compell'd him when
Agen[or] made his entrance into Corinth
To wait upon his Rival.
The Prince should sit down with this wrong?
I am sure I should not.
A Mother is a name, but put in ballance
With a young Wench 'tis nothing; where did you leave him?
And full of troubled thoughts, calling for Crates:
He went with him, but whither, or to what purpose
I am a stranger.
Enter Theanor and Crates.
As if the Architect had been a Prophet,
And fashion'd it alone for this night's action;
The Vaults so hollow, and the Walls so strong,
As Dian there might suffer violence,
And with loud shrikes in vain call Jove to help her;
Or should he hear, his Thunder could not find
An entrance to it.
Wholly to thy direction, worthiest Crates;
And yet the desperate cure that we must practice
Is in it self so foul, and full of danger,
That I stand doubtful whether 'twere more manly
To dye not seeking help, or that help being
So deadly, to pursue it.
I have already urg'd, I will add these.
For but consider Sir—
What e'r it be, that with such vehement action,
Of Eye, Hand, Foot, nay all his bodies motion,
Crates incites the Prince to.
With what variety of passions he
Receives his reasons; now he's pale, and shakes
For fear or anger; now his natural red
Comes back again, and with a pleasing smile
He seems to entertain it; 'tis resolv'd on
Be it what 'twill: to his ends may it prosper
Though the State sink for't.
Fit to rule others, and in shaking off
The Bonds in which your Mother fetters you
Discharge your debt to nature, she's your guide,
Follow her boldly, Sir.
Fall what may fall.
In your humility.
All calmness in your looks.
Acquaint them with your purpose till the instant
That we employ them; 'tis not fit they have
Time to consider, when 'tis done, reward
Or fear will keep them silent: yet you may
Grace them as you pass by, 'twill make them surer,
And greedier to deserve you.
As you would have me: Good-day Gentlem[e]n;
Nay, spare this ceremonious form of duty
To him that brings love to you, equal love,
And is in nothing happier, than in knowing
It is return'd by you; we are as one.
How to reply: but—
For this your bounteous favour—
If to feed Vultures here, after the halter
Has done his part, or if there be a Hell
To take a swinge or two there, may deserve this.
That for a good look, and a few kind words
Part with their Essence?
To put that to the tryal, which I doubt not,
Crates, may be, suddainly will instruct you
How, and in what to shew your loves; obey him
As you would bind me to you.
Leave me to rear the building.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Leonidas, Merione, Beliza, Servants.
In your preferment, be you worthy of it,
And with an open bosom entertain
A greater fortune than my love durst hope for;
Be wise, and welcome it: play not the coy
And foolish wanton, with the offered bounties
Of him that is a Prince. I was woo'd for you,
And won Merione: then if you dare
Believe the object that took me was worthy,
Or trust my judgement, in me think you were
Courted, sued to, and conquer'd.
I have, and still esteem you as a Father,
And will as far obey you; my heart speaks it:
And yet without your anger, give me leave
To say, That in the choice of that on which
All my lifes joyes or sorrows have dependance,
It had been fit e'r you had made a full
And absolute grant of me to any other,
I should have us'd mine own eyes, or at least
Made you to understand, whether it were
Within my power to make a second gift
Of my poor self.
The Prince Theanor's love; let not that cheat you;
His vows were but meer Courtship; all his service
But practice how to entrap a credulous Lady:
Or grant it serious, yet you must remember
He's not to love, but where the Queen his Mother
Must give allowance, which to you is barr'd up:
And therefore study to forget that ever
You cherisht such a hope.
To celebrate this Marriage, for your love
Forgives the forfeit of ten thousand lives,
That must have fall'n under the sword of War
Had not this peace been made; which general good
Both Countreys owe to his affection to you:
O happy Sister, ask this noble Lady
Your bosome friend (since I fail in my credit)
What palme Agenor's name, above all Princes
That Greece is proud of, carries, and with lustre.
And friend, I doubt not but when you shall see him [Ent. a Ser.
He'll so appear to you. Art sure 'tis he?
'Tis my Euphanes.
So prethee tell him. [Exit Ser.
In argument to oppose you: you may lead me
Whither you please.
And if in him you find not ample cause
To pray for me, and daily on your knees,
Conclude I have no judgement.
Friend, shall we have your company?
I will not fail you.
Enter Euphanes.
(And hearty ones) you have 'em: Fie, my hand,
We stand at no such distance, by my life
The parting kiss you took before your travel
Is yet a Virgin on my lips, preserv'd
With as much care as I would do my fame
To entertain your wish'd return.
That I do honour you, and with as much reason
As ever man did virtue; that I love you,
Yet look upon you with that reverence
As Holy men behold the Sun, the Stars,
The Temples, and their gods, they all can witness;
And that you have deserv'd this duty from me;
The life, and means of life, for which I owe you,
Commands me to profess it, since my fortune
Affords no other payment.
That for the trifling courtesies, as I call them,
(Though you give them another name) you had
Made ample satisfaction in th' acceptance,
And therefore did presume you had brought home
Some other Language.
Yields words sufficient to express your goodness;
Nor can I ever choose another theme
And not be thought unthankful.
As you respect me.
For me to disobey it: 'Tis your pleasure,
And not my boldness Madam.
Believe I am not one of those weak Ladies,
That (barren of all inward worth) are proud
Of what they cannot truly call their own,
Their birth or fortune, which are things without them:
Nor in this will I imitate the world,
Whose greater part of men think when they give
They purchase bondmen, not make worthy friends:
By all that's good I swear, I never thought
My great estate was an addition to me,
Or that your wants took from you.
So truly understanding or themselves
Or what they do possess.
Where benefits
Are ill conferr'd, as to unworthy men,
That turn them to bad uses, the bestower
For wanting judgement how, and on whom to place them,
Is partly guilty: but when we do favours
To such as make them grounds on which they build
Their noble actions, there we improve our fortunes
To the most fair advantage. If I speak
Too much, though I confess I speak well,
Prethee remember 'tis a womans weakness,
And then thou wilt forgive it.
But what would well become the wisest man:
And that by you deliver'd is so pleasing
That I could hear you ever.
Your word, for I arrest it: and will now
Express my self a little more, and prove
That whereas you profess your self my debtor,
That I am yours.
Some Sophistry I ne'r heard of.
For look you, had you never sunk beneath
Your wants, or if those wants had found supply
From Crates, your unkind and covetous brother,
Or any other man, I then had miss'd
A subject upon which I worthily
Might exercise my bounty: whereas now
By having happy opportunity
To furnish you before, and in your travels,
With all conveniencies that you thought useful,
That Gold which would have rusted in my Coffers
Being thus imploy'd, has rendred me a partner
In all your glorious actions. And whereas
Had you not been, I should have dy'd a thing
Scarce known, or soon forgotten: there's no Trophy
In which Euphanes for his worth is mentioned,
But there you have been careful to remember,
That all the good you did came from Beliza.
And such a large return for the poor trash
I ventur'd with you, that if I should part
With all that I possess, and my self too
In satisfaction for it, 'twere still short
Of your deservings.
In your behalf, for she hath heard Euphanes
How gallantly you have maintain'd her honour
In all the Courts of Greece: and rest assur'd
(Though yet unknown) when I present you to her,
Which I will do this evening, you shall find
That she intends good to you.
Since all you labour for is the advancement
Of him that will live ever your poor servant,
He must not contradict it.
'Tis strange to see him here.
Enter Crates.
(Your pardon Madam) I had thought my house,
Considering who I am, might have been worthy
Of your first visit.
When last I saw you; and to me 'tis wonder
That absence which still renders men forgotten
Should make my presence wish'd for.
Your too kind Brother understanding that
You stand in no need of him, is bold to offer
His entertainment.
Or yours, or your assistance, had he practis'd
The way he might have took, to have commanded,
Whatever I call mine.
But could find none.
Or in your self, what was due to me from you:
The priviledge my birth bestow'd upon me
Might challenge some regard.
What else did you expect? and I am certain
You kept such strong Guards to preserve it yours
I could force nothing from you.
Demand help from me?
With open mouths, but you nor heard, nor saw them;
May be you look'd I should petition to you
As you went to your Horse; flatter your servants,
To play the Brokers for my furtherance,
Sooth your worst humors, act the Parasite
On all occasions, write my name with theirs
That are but one degree remov'd from slaves,
Be drunk when you would have me, then wench with you,
Or play the Pander; enter into Quarrels
Although unjustly grounded, and defend them
Because they were yours; these are the tyrannies
Most younger Brothers groan beneath; yet bear them
From the insulting Heir, selling their freedoms
At a less rate than what the State allows
The sallary of base and common Strumpets:
For my part, e'r on such low terms I feed
Upon a Brothers trencher, let me dye
The Beggars death, and starve.
Did what you do rank with it.
You would not wish were yours?
Since you rise up his Advocate, and boldly,
(For now I find, and plainly in whose favor
My Love and Service to you was neglected)
For all your wealth, nay, add to that your beauty,
And put your virtues in, if you have any,
I would not yet be pointed at, as he is,
For the fine Courtier, the womans man,
That tells my Lady stories, dissolves Riddles,
Ushers her to her Coach, lies at her feet
At solemn Masks, applauding what she laughs at;
Reads her asleep anights, and takes his oath
Upon her Pantoffles, that all excellence
In other Madams do but zany hers:
These you are perfect in, and yet these take not
Or from your birth and freedom.
His envie fains this, and he's but reporter,
Without a second, of his own dry fancies.
And though [it may] distaste, 'tis certain you
Are brought into the scene, and with him censur'd;
For you are given out for the provident Lady,
That not to be unfurnish'd for her pleasures
(As without them to what vain use is greatness)
Have made choice of an able man, a young man
Of an Herculean back to do you service,
And one you may command too, that is active,
And does what you would have him.
Sharp and conceited, whose wit you may lie with
When his performance fails him; one you have
Maintain'd abroad to learn new ways to please you,
And by the gods you well reward him for it,
No night (in which while you lye sick and panting)
He watches by you, but is worth a talent:
No conference in your Coach, which is not paid with
A Scarlet Suit; this the poor people mutter,
Though I believe, for I am bound to do so,
A Lady of your youth, that feeds high too,
And a most exact Lady, may do all this
Out of a virtuous love, the last bought vizard
That Leachery purchas'd.
The reverence I owe to that one womb
In which we both were embrions, makes me suffer
What's past; but if continu'd——
The Queen shall right my honor.
It is but marrying him; and for your anger
Know that I slight it: when your goddess here
Is weary of your sacrifice, as she will be.
I know the rancor of his disposition,
And turn it on himself by laughing at it;
And in that let me teach you.
Scæna Tertia.
Enter Neanthes, Sosi[cl]es, and Eraton severally.
Desir'd true mirth so far as to adventure
To dye with the extremity of laughter,
I come before the object that will do it;
Or let me live your fool.
Of six and fifty?
By rich Beliza, till he came to age,
And was fit for a Wife?
This gallant with his Guardian, and his Tutor,
(And of the three, who is most fool I know not)
Are newly come to Corinth, I'll not stale them
By giving up their characters, but leave you
To make your own discoveries: here they are, Sir.
Enter Onos, Uncle and Tutor.
Now put your Face into the Travellers posture;
Exceeding good.
And understand him truly.
From this new Python.
Like an old Reveller!
But that was done with judgement, for he looks
Like one that purg'd perpetually; trust me,
That Witches face of his is painted too,
And every ditch upon it buries more
Then would set off ten Bawds, and all their tenants.
'Troth Gentlemen, you have bestowed much travel
In training up your Pupil.
Require great labours, which yet we repent not,
Since for the Countreys good we have brought home
An absolute man.
Corinth can shew you.
Learners should be kept hungry.
For three such wretched pictures of lean famine
I never saw together.
And travell'd to save charges. Do you think
'Twas fit a young and hopeful Gentleman
Should be brought up a glutton? he's my Ward,
Nor was there ever where I bore the bag
Any superfluous waste.
They are all too big for his mouth, or else too little
T' express his great conceits: and yet of late
With some impulsion he hath set down
In a strange method by the way of question,
And briefly to all business whatsoever
That may concern a Gentleman.
That are in fashion: many a mile we measur'd
Before we could arrive to this knowledge.
There's little else in practice: Ha? the Queen?
Good friends, for half an hour remove your motion,
To morrow willingly when we have more leasure
We'll look on him again.
Enter Agenor, Leonidas, Theanor, Queen, Merione, Beliza, Euphanes, Crates, Ladies, Attendants with Lights.
In your vouchsafing it your long'd-for presence
Were tedious to repeat, since 'tis already
(And heartily) acknowledg'd; may the gods
That look into Kings actions, smile upon
The league we have concluded; and their justice
Find me out to revenge it, if I break
One Article.
How happy I esteem myself in being
Thought worthy to be numbred in the rank
Of your confederates, my love and best service
Shall teach the world hereafter: but this gift
With which you have confirm'd it, is so far
Beyond my hopes and means e'r to return,
That of necessity I must dye oblig'd
To your unanswer'd bounty.
In blushes gives your Highness thanks.
On the Queens word, she is a worthy one,
And I am so acquainted with her goodness,
That but for this peace that hath chang'd my purpose,
And to her more advancement, I should gladly
Have call'd her Daughter.
A blessing, 'tis not in the Fates to equal,
To shew my self a Subject as a Son,
Here I give up my claim, and willingly
With mine own hand deliver you what once
I lov'd above my self; and from this hour
(For my affection yields now to my duty)
Vow never to sollicite her.
Neanthes, and the rest. [Exeunt Cra. Nea. Sos. Era.
You must (for 'tis our Countrey fashion, Sir)
Leave her to her Devotions, in the morning
We'll bring you to the Temple.
Your Highness honours me?
This is the Gentleman.
(Now as I live, one of a promising presence)
I have heard of you before, and you shall find
I'll know you better: find out something that
May do you good, and rest assur'd to have it.
Were you at Sparta lately?
Madam, I came from thence.
Good night my Lord, do you Sir follow me,
I must talk further with you.
Enter Crates, Neanthes, Eraton, Sosicles disguis'd.