Fra. Oh, are you here, Sir? where's your Sister?
Bust. The gentle Whale flies o'r the Mountain tops.
Fra. Where's your sister (man)?
Bust. Washes the whiting-Mops.
Fra. Thou ly'st, she has none to wash Mops?
The boy is half way out of his wits, sure:
Sirrah, who am I?
The boy is half way out of his wits, sure:
Sirrah, who am I?
Bust. The thundring Seas.
Fra. Mad, stark mad.
Bust. Will you not give a man leave to con?
Fra. Yes, and fesse too, e'r I have done with you Sirrah,
Am I your father?
Am I your father?
Bust. The question is too hard for a child, ask me any thing
That I have learn'd, and I'll answer you.
That I have learn'd, and I'll answer you.
Fra. Is that a hard question? Sirrah, am not I your Father?
Fra. Are you a thief?
Bust. So far forth as the Son of a Miller.
Fra. Will you be hang'd?
Bust. Let it go by eldership. The gentle Whale.—
Fra. Sirrah, lay by your foolish study there,
And beat your brains about your own affairs: or—
And beat your brains about your own affairs: or—
Bust. I thank you; you'ld have me goe under the sails
And beat my brains about your Mill? a natural
Father you are.—
And beat my brains about your Mill? a natural
Father you are.—
Fra. I charge you goe not to the sports to day:
Last night I gave you leave, now I recant.
Last night I gave you leave, now I recant.
Bust. Is the wind turn'd since last night?
Fra. Marry is it, Sir, go no farther than my Mill;
There's my command upon you.
There's my command upon you.
Bust. I may go round about then as your Mill does?
I will see your Mill gelded, and his Stones fry'd in steaks,
E'r I deceive the Countrey so: have I not my part to study?
How shall the sports go forward, if I be not there?
I will see your Mill gelded, and his Stones fry'd in steaks,
E'r I deceive the Countrey so: have I not my part to study?
How shall the sports go forward, if I be not there?
Fra. They'll want their fool indeed, if thou be'st not there.
Bust. Consider that, and go your self.
Fra. I have fears, (Sir,) that I cannot utter,
You goe not, nor your Sister: there's my charge.
You goe not, nor your Sister: there's my charge.
Bust. The price of your golden thumb cannot hold me.
Fra. I, this was sport that I have tightly lov'd,
I could have kept company with the Hounds.
I could have kept company with the Hounds.
Bust. You are fit for no other company yet.
Fra. Run with the Hare; and bin in the whore's tail y' faith:
Bust. That was before I was born,
I did ever mistrust I was a Bastard,
Because Lapis is in the singular number with me.
I did ever mistrust I was a Bastard,
Because Lapis is in the singular number with me.
Enter Otrante and Gerasto.
Otr. Leave thou that game (Gerasto) and chase here,
Do thou but follow it with my desires,
Thou'lt not return home empty.
Do thou but follow it with my desires,
Thou'lt not return home empty.
Ger. I am prepar'd
(My Lord) with advantages: and see
Yonder's the subject I must work upon:
(My Lord) with advantages: and see
Yonder's the subject I must work upon:
Otr. Her brother [?'tis,] methinks it should be easie:
That gross compound cannot but diffuse
The soul in such a latitude of ease,
As to make dull her faculties, and lazie:
What wit above the least can be in him,
That Reason ties together?
That gross compound cannot but diffuse
The soul in such a latitude of ease,
As to make dull her faculties, and lazie:
What wit above the least can be in him,
That Reason ties together?
Ger. I have prov'd it, Sir,
And know the depth of it: I have the way
To make him follow me a hackney-pace,
With all that flesh about him; yes, and dragg
His Sister after him: This baits the old one,
Rid you him, and leave me to the other. [Exit.
And know the depth of it: I have the way
To make him follow me a hackney-pace,
With all that flesh about him; yes, and dragg
His Sister after him: This baits the old one,
Rid you him, and leave me to the other. [Exit.
Otr. 'Tis well: Oh Franio, the good day to you;
You were not wont to hear this Musick standing:
The Beagle and the Bugle ye have lov'd,
In the first rank of Huntsmen.
You were not wont to hear this Musick standing:
The Beagle and the Bugle ye have lov'd,
In the first rank of Huntsmen.
Bust. The dogs cry out of him now.
Fra. Sirrah, leave your barking, I'll bite you else:
Bust. Curr, Curr.
Fra. Slave, do'st call me dog?
Otr. Oh fie Sir, he speaks Latine to you,
He would know why you'll bite him.
He would know why you'll bite him.
Bust. Responde cur; You see his understanding (my Lord.)
Fra. I shall have a time to curry you for this:
But (my Lord) to answer you, the daies have been
I must have footed it before this Horn-pipe,
Though I had hazarded my Mill a fire,
And let the stones grind empty: but those dancings
Are done with me: I have good will to it still,
And that's the best I can do.
But (my Lord) to answer you, the daies have been
I must have footed it before this Horn-pipe,
Though I had hazarded my Mill a fire,
And let the stones grind empty: but those dancings
Are done with me: I have good will to it still,
And that's the best I can do.
Otr. Come, come, you shall be hors'd:
Your company deserves him, though you kill him,
Run him blind, I care not.
Your company deserves him, though you kill him,
Run him blind, I care not.
Bust. He'll do't o'th' purpose (my Lord) to bring him up to the Mill.
Fra. Do not tempt me too far (my Lord.)
Otr. There's a foot i'th' stirrop: I'll not leave you now:
You shall see the Game fall once again:
You shall see the Game fall once again:
Fra. Well (my Lord) I'll make ready my legs for you,
And try 'em once a horseback: sirrah, my charge, keep it. [Exit.
And try 'em once a horseback: sirrah, my charge, keep it. [Exit.
Bust. Yes, when you pare down your dish for conscience sake,
When your thumb's coyn'd into bone & legalis,
When you are a true Man-Miller.
When your thumb's coyn'd into bone & legalis,
When you are a true Man-Miller.
Otr. What's the matter Bustofa?
Bust. My Lord; if you have e'r a drunken Jade that has the staggers,
That will fall twice the height of our Mill with him: set him
O' th' back on him: a galled Jennet that will winch him out o' the
Saddle, and break one on's necks, or a shank of him (there was
A fool going that way, but the Asse had better luck;)
Or one of your brave Bar[b]aries, that would pass the Straits, and run
Into his own Countrey with him; the first Moor he met, would
Cut his throat for Complexions sake: there's as deadly feud between
A Moor and a Miller, as between black and white.
That will fall twice the height of our Mill with him: set him
O' th' back on him: a galled Jennet that will winch him out o' the
Saddle, and break one on's necks, or a shank of him (there was
A fool going that way, but the Asse had better luck;)
Or one of your brave Bar[b]aries, that would pass the Straits, and run
Into his own Countrey with him; the first Moor he met, would
Cut his throat for Complexions sake: there's as deadly feud between
A Moor and a Miller, as between black and white.
Otr. Fie, fie, this is unnatural Bustofa,
Unless on some strong cause.
Unless on some strong cause.
Bust. Be Judge (my Lord)
I am studied in my part: the Julian Feast is to day: the Countrey
Expects me; I speak all the dumb shews: my Sister chosen for
A Nimph. The gentle Whale whose feet so fell: Cry mercy,
That was some of my part: But his charge is to keep the Mill,
And disappoint the Revels.
I am studied in my part: the Julian Feast is to day: the Countrey
Expects me; I speak all the dumb shews: my Sister chosen for
A Nimph. The gentle Whale whose feet so fell: Cry mercy,
That was some of my part: But his charge is to keep the Mill,
And disappoint the Revels.
Otr. Indeed, there it speaks shrewdly for thee; the Countrey expecting.
Bust. I, and for mine own grace too.
Otr. Yes, and being studied too: and the main Speaker too.
Bust. The main? why all my Speech lies in the main,
And the dry ground together: The thundering seas, whose, &c.
And the dry ground together: The thundering seas, whose, &c.
Otr. Nay, then thou must go, thou'lt be much condemn'd else.
But then o'th'other side, obedience.
But then o'th'other side, obedience.
Bust. Obedience?
But speak your conscience now (my Lord)
Am not I past asking blessing at these years?
Speak as you're a Lord, if you had a Miller to your father.
But speak your conscience now (my Lord)
Am not I past asking blessing at these years?
Speak as you're a Lord, if you had a Miller to your father.
Otr. I must yield to you (Bustofa,) your reasons
Are so strong, I cannot contradict: This I think,
If you goe; your Sister ought to go along with you.
Are so strong, I cannot contradict: This I think,
If you goe; your Sister ought to go along with you.
Bust. There I stumble now: she is not at age.
Otr. Why, she's fifteen, and upwards.
Bust. Thereabouts.
Otr. That's womans ripe age; as full as thou art
At one and twenty: she's manable, is she not?
At one and twenty: she's manable, is she not?
Bust. I think not: poor heart, she was never try'd in my conscience.
'Tis a coy thing; she will not kiss you a clown, not if he
Would kiss her.
'Tis a coy thing; she will not kiss you a clown, not if he
Would kiss her.
Otr. What man?
Bust. Not if he would kiss her, I say.
Otr. Oh, 'twas cleanlier than I expected: well Sir,
I'll leave you to your own; but my opinion is,
You may take her along: this is half way:
The rest (Gerasto) and I hunt my prey,— [Exit.
I'll leave you to your own; but my opinion is,
You may take her along: this is half way:
The rest (Gerasto) and I hunt my prey,— [Exit.
Bust. Away with the old Miller (my Lord) and the Mill
Strikes sail presently.
Strikes sail presently.
Enter Pedro, with Gerasto blind, singing.
SONG.
Ger. Come follow me (you Countrey-Lasses)
And you shall see such sport as passes:
You shall Danc[e], and I will Sing;
Pedro he shall rub the string:
Each shall have a loose bodied Gown
Of green; and laugh till you lie down.
Come follow me, come follow, &c.
And you shall see such sport as passes:
You shall Danc[e], and I will Sing;
Pedro he shall rub the string:
Each shall have a loose bodied Gown
Of green; and laugh till you lie down.
Come follow me, come follow, &c.
Enter Florimel.
Bust. O sweet Diego, the sweetest Diego, stay: Sister Florimel.
Flo. What's that Brother?
Bust. Didst not hear Diego? Hear him, and thou'lt be ravish'd.
Flo. I have heard him sing, yet unravish'd, Brother.
Bust. You had the better luck (Sister.) I was ravish'd
By my own consent: Come away: for the Sports.
By my own consent: Come away: for the Sports.
Flo. I have the fear of a Father on me (Brother.)
Bust. Out: the thief is as safe as in his Mill: he's hunting with our
Great Land-lord, the Don Otrante. Strike up Diego.
Great Land-lord, the Don Otrante. Strike up Diego.
Flo. But say he return before us, where's our excuse?
Bust. Strike up Diego. Hast no strings to thy apron?
Flo. Well, the fault lie upon your head (Brother.)
Bust. My faults never mount so high (girl) they rise but to
My middle at most. Strike up Diego.
My middle at most. Strike up Diego.
Ger. Follow me by the ear, I'll lead thee on (Bustofa) and
Pretty Florimel thy Sister: oh that I could see her.
Pretty Florimel thy Sister: oh that I could see her.
Bust. Oh Diego, there's two pities upon thee; great pitie thou art blind;
And as great a pitie, thou canst not see.
And as great a pitie, thou canst not see.
SONG.
Ger. You shall have Crowns of Roses, Daysies,
Buds, where the honey-maker gazes;
You shall taste the golden thighs,
Such as in Wax-Chamber lies.
What fruit please you, taste, freely pull,
Till you have all your bellies full.
Come follow me, &c.
Buds, where the honey-maker gazes;
You shall taste the golden thighs,
Such as in Wax-Chamber lies.
What fruit please you, taste, freely pull,
Till you have all your bellies full.
Come follow me, &c.
Bust. Oh, Diego, the Don was not so sweet when he
perfum'd the Steeple. [Exeunt.
perfum'd the Steeple. [Exeunt.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Antonio and Martine.
Mar. Why, how now (Friend) thou art not lost agen?
Ant. Not lost? why, all the world's a wilderness:
Some places peopled more by braver beasts
Than others are: But faces, faces (man)
May a man be caught with faces?
Some places peopled more by braver beasts
Than others are: But faces, faces (man)
May a man be caught with faces?
Mar. Without wonder,
'Tis odds against him: May not a good face
Lead a man about by th' nose? 'las,
The nose is but a part against the whole.
'Tis odds against him: May not a good face
Lead a man about by th' nose? 'las,
The nose is but a part against the whole.
Ant. But is it possible that two faces
Should be so twin'd in form, complexion,
Figure, aspect? that neither wen, nor mole,
The Table of the brow, the eyes lustre,
The lips cherry; neither the blush nor smile
Should give the one distinction from the other?
Does Nature work in molds?
Should be so twin'd in form, complexion,
Figure, aspect? that neither wen, nor mole,
The Table of the brow, the eyes lustre,
The lips cherry; neither the blush nor smile
Should give the one distinction from the other?
Does Nature work in molds?
Mar. Altogether.
We are all one mold, one dust.
We are all one mold, one dust.
Ant. Thy reason's moldie.
I speak from the Form, thou the Matter.
Why? was't not ever one of Natures Glories,
Nay, her great piece of wonder, that amongst
So many millions millions of her works
She left the eye distinction, to cull out
The one from th'other; yet all one name, the face?
I speak from the Form, thou the Matter.
Why? was't not ever one of Natures Glories,
Nay, her great piece of wonder, that amongst
So many millions millions of her works
She left the eye distinction, to cull out
The one from th'other; yet all one name, the face?
Mar. You must compare 'em by some other part
Of the body, if the face cannot do't.
Of the body, if the face cannot do't.
Ant. Didst ask her name?
Mar. Yes, and who gave it her?
And what they promis'd more, besides a spoon,
And what Apostles picture: she is christned too,
In token wherefore she is call'd Isabella,
The daughter of a Countrey plow-swain by:
If this be not true, she lies.
And what they promis'd more, besides a spoon,
And what Apostles picture: she is christned too,
In token wherefore she is call'd Isabella,
The daughter of a Countrey plow-swain by:
If this be not true, she lies.
Ant. She cannot;
It would be seen a blister on her lip,
Should falshood touch it, it is so tender:
Had her name held, 't had been Ismenia,
And not another of her name.
It would be seen a blister on her lip,
Should falshood touch it, it is so tender:
Had her name held, 't had been Ismenia,
And not another of her name.
Mar. Shall I speak?
Ant. Yes, if thou'lt speak truth: Is she not wondrous like?
Mar. As two garments of the same fashion,
Cut from the same piece, yet if any excell,
This has the first; and in my judgment 'tis so.
Cut from the same piece, yet if any excell,
This has the first; and in my judgment 'tis so.
Ant. 'Tis my opinion.
Mar. Were it the face
Where mine eye should dwell, I would please both
With this, as soon as one with the other.
Where mine eye should dwell, I would please both
With this, as soon as one with the other.
Ant. And yet the other is the case of this.
Had I not look'd upon Ismenia,
I ne'r had staid beyond good-morrows time
In view of this.
Had I not look'd upon Ismenia,
I ne'r had staid beyond good-morrows time
In view of this.
Mar. Would I could leave him here,
'Twere a free passage to Ismenia:
I must now blow, as to put out the fire
Yet kindle't more. You not consider Sir,
The great disparitie is in their bloods,
Estates and fortunes: there's the rich beauty
Which this poor homeliness is not endow'd with;
There's difference enough.
'Twere a free passage to Ismenia:
I must now blow, as to put out the fire
Yet kindle't more. You not consider Sir,
The great disparitie is in their bloods,
Estates and fortunes: there's the rich beauty
Which this poor homeliness is not endow'd with;
There's difference enough.
Ant. The least of all.
Equality is no rule in Loves Grammar:
That sole unhappiness is left to Princes
To marry bloud: we are free disposers,
And have the power to equalize their blouds
Up to our own; we cannot keep it back,
'Tis a due debt from us.
Equality is no rule in Loves Grammar:
That sole unhappiness is left to Princes
To marry bloud: we are free disposers,
And have the power to equalize their blouds
Up to our own; we cannot keep it back,
'Tis a due debt from us.
Mar. I Sir, had you
No Father nor Uncle, nor such hinderers,
You might do with your self at your pleasure;
But as it is.
No Father nor Uncle, nor such hinderers,
You might do with your self at your pleasure;
But as it is.
Ant. As it is; 'tis nothing:
Their powers will come too late, to give me back
The yesterday I lost.
Their powers will come too late, to give me back
The yesterday I lost.
Mar. Indeed, to say sooth,
Your opposition from the other part
Is of more force; there you run the hazard
Of every hour a life, had you supply;
You meet your dearest enemy in love
With all his hate about him: 'Twill be more hard
For your Ismenia to come home to you,
Than y[o]u to goe to Countrey Isabella.
Your opposition from the other part
Is of more force; there you run the hazard
Of every hour a life, had you supply;
You meet your dearest enemy in love
With all his hate about him: 'Twill be more hard
For your Ismenia to come home to you,
Than y[o]u to goe to Countrey Isabella.
Enter Julio.
Ant. Tush; 'tis not fear removes me.
Mar. No more: your Uncle.
Jul. Oh, the good hour upon you Gentlemen:
Welcome Nephew; Speak it to your friend Sir,
It may be happier receiv'd from you,
In his acceptance.
Welcome Nephew; Speak it to your friend Sir,
It may be happier receiv'd from you,
In his acceptance.
Ant. I made bold, Uncle,
To do it before; and I think he believes it.
To do it before; and I think he believes it.
Mar. 'Twas never doubted, Sir.
Jul. Here are sports (Dons)
That you must look on with a loving eye,
And without Censure, 'less it be giving
My countrey neighbors loves their yearly offerings
That must not be refus'd; though't be more pain
To the Spectator, than the painful Actor,
'Twill abide no more test than the tinsel
We clad our Masks in for an hours wearing,
Or the Livery Lace sometimes on the cloaks
Of a great Don's Followers: I speak no further
Than our own Countrey, Sir.
That you must look on with a loving eye,
And without Censure, 'less it be giving
My countrey neighbors loves their yearly offerings
That must not be refus'd; though't be more pain
To the Spectator, than the painful Actor,
'Twill abide no more test than the tinsel
We clad our Masks in for an hours wearing,
Or the Livery Lace sometimes on the cloaks
Of a great Don's Followers: I speak no further
Than our own Countrey, Sir.
Jul. You'll find the guest you look for: I heard Cousin,
You were at Toledo th' other day.
You were at Toledo th' other day.
Ant. Not late, Sir.
Jul. Oh fie! must I be plainer? You chang'd the point
With Tirso and Lisauro, two of the Stock
Of our Antagonists, the Bellides.
With Tirso and Lisauro, two of the Stock
Of our Antagonists, the Bellides.
Ant. A meer proffer, Sir; the prevention
Was quick with us: we had done somewhat else:
This Gentleman was engag'd in't.
Was quick with us: we had done somewhat else:
This Gentleman was engag'd in't.
Jul. I am
The enemy to his foe for it: that wild-fire
Will crave more than fair water, to quench it
I suspect. Whence it will come I know not.
The enemy to his foe for it: that wild-fire
Will crave more than fair water, to quench it
I suspect. Whence it will come I know not.
Enter two or three Gentlemen.
Ant. I was about a gentle reconcilement,
But I do fear I shall goe back agen.
But I do fear I shall goe back agen.
Jul. Come, come; The Sports are coming on us:
Nay, I have more guests to grace it: Welcome
Don Gostazo, Giraldo, Philippo: Seat, seat all. [Musick.
Nay, I have more guests to grace it: Welcome
Don Gostazo, Giraldo, Philippo: Seat, seat all. [Musick.
Enter a Cupid.
Cup. Love is little, and therefore I present him;
Love is a fire, therefore you may lament him.
Love is a fire, therefore you may lament him.
Mar. Alas poor Love, who are they that can quench him?
Jul. He's not without those members, fear him not.
Cup. Love shoots, therefore I bear his bow about.
And Love is blind, therefore my eyes are out.
And Love is blind, therefore my eyes are out.
Ma. I never heard Love give reason for what he did before.
Enter Bustofa (for Paris.)
Cup. Let such as can s[e]e, see such as cannot: behold,
Our goddesses all three strive for the ball of Gold:
And here fair Paris comes, the hopeful youth of Troy,
Queen Hecub's darling-son, King Priams only joy.
Our goddesses all three strive for the ball of Gold:
And here fair Paris comes, the hopeful youth of Troy,
Queen Hecub's darling-son, King Priams only joy.
Mart. Is this Paris? I should have taken him for Hector rather.
Bust. Paris at this time: Pray you hold your prating.
Ant. Paris can be angry.
Mar. —— Mercy on all that looks upon him, say I.
Bust. The thundring seas whose watry fire washes the Whiting Mops.
The gentle Whale, whose feet so fell, flies o'r the mountain tops.
No roars so fierce, no throats so deep, no howls can bring such fears.
As Paris can, if Garden from he call his Dogs and Bears.
The gentle Whale, whose feet so fell, flies o'r the mountain tops.
No roars so fierce, no throats so deep, no howls can bring such fears.
As Paris can, if Garden from he call his Dogs and Bears.
Mar. I, those they were, that I fear'd all this while.
Bust. Yes Jack-an-Apes.
Mar. I thank you good Paris.
Bust. You may hold your peace, and stand further out o'th way then:
The lines will fall where they light,
Yes Jack-an-Apes, he hath [to sport], and faces make like mirth,
Whilst bellowing buls, the horned beasts, do toss from ground to earth:
Blind Bear there is, as Cupid blind.
The lines will fall where they light,
Yes Jack-an-Apes, he hath [to sport], and faces make like mirth,
Whilst bellowing buls, the horned beasts, do toss from ground to earth:
Blind Bear there is, as Cupid blind.
Ant. That Bear would be whip'd for losing of his eies.
Bust. Be whipped man may see,
But we present no such content, but Nymphs such as they be.
But we present no such content, but Nymphs such as they be.
Ant. These are long lines.
Mar. Can you blame him, leading Buls and Bears in 'em.
Enter Shepherd singing, with Ismena, Aminta, Florimel, (as Juno, Pallas, Venus,) and three Nymphs attending.
Bust. Go Cupid blind, conduct the dumb, for Ladies must not speak here:
Let shepherds sing with dancing feet, and cords of musick break here.
Let shepherds sing with dancing feet, and cords of musick break here.
Song.
Now Ladies fight, with heels so light, by lot your luck must fall,
Where Paris please, to do you ease, and give the golden Ball.
Where Paris please, to do you ease, and give the golden Ball.
[Dance.
Mar. If you plaid Paris now Antonio, where would you bestow it?
Ant. I prethee, Friend,
Take the full freedom of thought, but no words.
Take the full freedom of thought, but no words.
Mar. 'Protest there's a third, which by her habit,
Should personate Venus, and by consequence
Of the Story, receive the honors prize:
And were I a Paris, there it should be.
Do you note her?
Should personate Venus, and by consequence
Of the Story, receive the honors prize:
And were I a Paris, there it should be.
Do you note her?
Cup. The dance is ended; Now to judgement Paris.
Bust. Here Juno, here: but stay, I do espy
A pretty gleek coming from Pallas eye:
Here Pallas, here: yet stay agen: methinks
I see the eye of lovely Venus winks:
Oh close them both: shut in those golden eyn,
And I will kiss those sweet blind cheeks of thine.
Juno is angry: yes, and Pallas frowns,
Would Paris now were gone from Ida's downs.
They both are fair, but Venus has the Mole,
The fairest hair, and sweetest dimple hole:
To her, or her, or her, or neither;
Can one man please three Ladies altogether?
No, take it Venus, toss it at thy pleasure,
Thou art the Lovers friend beyond his measure.
A pretty gleek coming from Pallas eye:
Here Pallas, here: yet stay agen: methinks
I see the eye of lovely Venus winks:
Oh close them both: shut in those golden eyn,
And I will kiss those sweet blind cheeks of thine.
Juno is angry: yes, and Pallas frowns,
Would Paris now were gone from Ida's downs.
They both are fair, but Venus has the Mole,
The fairest hair, and sweetest dimple hole:
To her, or her, or her, or neither;
Can one man please three Ladies altogether?
No, take it Venus, toss it at thy pleasure,
Thou art the Lovers friend beyond his measure.
Jul. Paris has done what man can do, pleas'd one,
Who can do more?
Who can do more?
Mar. Stay, here's another person.
Enter Gerasto, (as Mars.)
Ger. Come lovely Venus, leave this lower Orb,
And mount with Mars, up to his glorious Sphere.
And mount with Mars, up to his glorious Sphere.
Bust. How now, what's he:
Flo. I'm ignorant what to do, Sir.
Ger. Thy silver-yoke of Doves are in the Team,
And thou shalt fly through Apollo's Beam:
I'll see thee seated in thy golden Throne,
And hold with Mars a sweet conjunction. [Exit.
And thou shalt fly through Apollo's Beam:
I'll see thee seated in thy golden Throne,
And hold with Mars a sweet conjunction. [Exit.
Bust. Ha? what fellow's this? has carried away my Sister Venus:
He never rehears'd his part with me before.
He never rehears'd his part with me before.
Jul. What follows now Prince Paris?
[Flor. within.——H[e]lp, help, help.
B[u]st. Hue and cry, I think Sir, this is Venus voice,
Mine own Sister Flori[m]els.
Mine own Sister Flori[m]els.
Mar. What is there some Tragick-Act behind?
Bust. No, no, altogether Comical; Mars and Venus
Are in the old conjunction it seems.
Are in the old conjunction it seems.
Bust. That's true indeed: they are out of their parts sure,
It may be 'Tis the Book-holders fault: I'll go see.— [Exit.
It may be 'Tis the Book-holders fault: I'll go see.— [Exit.
Jul. How like you our Countrey Revels, Gentlemen?
All Gent. Oh, they commend themselves, Sir.
Ant. Methinks now
Juno and Minerva should take revenge on Paris.
It cannot end without it.
Juno and Minerva should take revenge on Paris.
It cannot end without it.
Mar. I did expect
Instead of Mars, the Storm-G[ao]ler Eolus,
And Juno proff'ring her Deiopeia
As satisfaction to the blustring god,
To send his Tossers forth.
Instead of Mars, the Storm-G[ao]ler Eolus,
And Juno proff'ring her Deiopeia
As satisfaction to the blustring god,
To send his Tossers forth.
Jul. It may so follow,
Lets not prejudicate the History.
Lets not prejudicate the History.
Enter Bustofa.
Bust. Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Jul. So, here's a Passion towards.
Bust. Help, help, if you be Gentlemen; my Sister,
My Venus; she's stolen away.
My Venus; she's stolen away.
Jul. The story changes from our expectation.
Bust. Help, my father, the Miller will hang me else: god Mars
Is a bawdy Villain: he said she should ride upon Doves:
She's hors'd, she's hors'd, whether she will or no.
Is a bawdy Villain: he said she should ride upon Doves:
She's hors'd, she's hors'd, whether she will or no.
Mar. Sure I think he's serious.
Bust. She's hors'd upon a double Gelding, and a Stone-horse in the breech
Of her: the poor wench cries help, and I cry help, and none
Of you will help.
Of her: the poor wench cries help, and I cry help, and none
Of you will help.
Jul. Speak, is it the show, or dost thou bawl?
Bust. A pox on the Ball: my Sister bawls, and I bawl:
Either bridle horse and follow, or give me a halter
To hang my self: I cannot run so fast as a hog.
Either bridle horse and follow, or give me a halter
To hang my self: I cannot run so fast as a hog.
Jul. Follow me, I'll fill the Countrey with pursuit
But I will find the thief: my house thus abus'd?
But I will find the thief: my house thus abus'd?
Bust. 'Tis my house that's abus'd, the Sister of my flesh
and bloud: oh, oh. [Exeunt.
and bloud: oh, oh. [Exeunt.
1. Wench. {'Tis time we all shift for our selves, if this be serious.
2. {However I'll be gone.
3. {And I. [Exeunt.
2. {However I'll be gone.
3. {And I. [Exeunt.
Mar. Juno has better courage: and Minerva's more discreet.
Ism. Alas my courage was so counterfeit
It might have been struck from me with a Feather.
Juno ne'r had so weak a presenter.
It might have been struck from me with a Feather.
Juno ne'r had so weak a presenter.
Am. Sure I was ne'r the wiser for Minerva,
That I find yet about me.
That I find yet about me.
Ism. My dwelling, Sir?
'Tis a poor yeomans roof, scarce a league off,
That never sham'd me yet.
'Tis a poor yeomans roof, scarce a league off,
That never sham'd me yet.
Ant. Your gentle pardon:
I vow my erring eies had almost cast you
For one of the most mortal enemies
That our Family has.
I vow my erring eies had almost cast you
For one of the most mortal enemies
That our Family has.
Ism. I'm sorry, Sir,
I am so like your foe: 'Twere fit I hasted
From your offended sight.
I am so like your foe: 'Twere fit I hasted
From your offended sight.
Ant. Oh, mistake not,
It was my error, and I do confess it:
You'll not believe you'r welcome; nor can I speak it;
But there's my friend can tell you, pray hear him.
It was my error, and I do confess it:
You'll not believe you'r welcome; nor can I speak it;
But there's my friend can tell you, pray hear him.
Mar. Shall I tell her, Sir? I'm glad of the employment.
Ant. A kinswoman to that beauty:
Am. A kin to her, Sir,
But nothing to her beauty.
But nothing to her beauty.
Ant. Do not wrong it, 'tis not far behind her.
Am. Her hinder parts are not far off, indeed, Sir.
Mar. Let me but kiss you with his ardor now,
You shall feel how he loves you.
You shall feel how he loves you.
Ism. Oh forbear:
'Tis not the fashion with us, but would you
Perswade me that he loves me?
'Tis not the fashion with us, but would you
Perswade me that he loves me?
Mar. I'll warrant you
He dies in't: and that were witness enough on't.
He dies in't: and that were witness enough on't.
Ism. Love me Sir? can you tell me for what reason?
Mar. Fie, will you ask me that which you have about you?
Ism. I know nothing Sir.
Mar. Let him find it then;
He constantly believes you have the thing
That he must love you for: much is apparent,
A sweet and lovely beauty.
He constantly believes you have the thing
That he must love you for: much is apparent,
A sweet and lovely beauty.
Ism. So Sir; Pray you
Show me one thing: Did he ne'r love before?
(I know you are his bosom-Counsellor)
Nay then I see your answer is not ready:
I'll not believe you if you study farther.
Show me one thing: Did he ne'r love before?
(I know you are his bosom-Counsellor)
Nay then I see your answer is not ready:
I'll not believe you if you study farther.
Mar. Shall I speak truth to you?
Ism. Or speak no more.
Mar. There was a smile thrown at him, from a Lady
Whose deserts might buy him trebble, and lately
He receiv'd it, and I know where he lost it,
In this face of yours: I know his heart's within you.
Whose deserts might buy him trebble, and lately
He receiv'd it, and I know where he lost it,
In this face of yours: I know his heart's within you.
Ism. May I know her name?
Mar. In your ear you may
With vow of silence.
With vow of silence.
Am. He'll not give over Sir:
If he speak for you, he'll sure speed for you.
If he speak for you, he'll sure speed for you.
Ant. But that's not the answer to my question.
Am. You are the first in my Virgin-conscience
That e'r spoke Love to her: oh, my heart!
That e'r spoke Love to her: oh, my heart!
Ant. How do you?
Am. Nothing Sir: but would I had a better face.
How well your pulse beats.
How well your pulse beats.
Ant. Healthfully, does it not?
Am. It thumps prettily, methinks.
Ism. Alack, I hear it
With much pity: how great is your fault too,
In wrong to the good Lady!
With much pity: how great is your fault too,
In wrong to the good Lady!
Mar. You forget
The difficult passage he has to her,
A hell of feud's between the Families.
The difficult passage he has to her,
A hell of feud's between the Families.
Ism. And that has often Love wrought by advantage
To peaceful reconcilement.
To peaceful reconcilement.
Mar. There impossible.
Ism. This way 'tis worser; 't may seed again in her
Unto another generation:
For where (poor Lady) is her satisfaction?
Unto another generation:
For where (poor Lady) is her satisfaction?
Mar. It comes in me; to be truth, I love her
(I'll go no farther for comparison)
As dear as he loves you.
(I'll go no farther for comparison)
As dear as he loves you.
Ism. How if she love not?
Mar. Tush: be that my pains: You know not what Art
I have those ways.
I have those ways.
Ism. Beshrow you, you have practis'd upon me,
Well, speed me here, and you with your Ismenia.
Well, speed me here, and you with your Ismenia.
Mar. Go, the condition's drawn, ready dated,
There wants but your hand to't.
There wants but your hand to't.
Am. Truely you have taken great pains, Sir.
Mar. A friendly part, no more (sweet Beauty.)
Am. They are happy, Sir, have such friends as you are.
But do you know you have done well in this?
How will his Allies receive it? she (though I say't)
Is of no better bloud than I am.
But do you know you have done well in this?
How will his Allies receive it? she (though I say't)
Is of no better bloud than I am.
Mar. There I leave it, I'm at farthest that way.
Ism. You shall extend your vows no larger now.
My heart calls you mine own: and that's enough.
Reason, I know, would have all yet conceal'd.
I shall not leave you unsaluted long
Either by Pen or Person.
My heart calls you mine own: and that's enough.
Reason, I know, would have all yet conceal'd.
I shall not leave you unsaluted long
Either by Pen or Person.
Ant. You may discourse
With me, when you think y'are alone, I shall
Be present with you.
With me, when you think y'are alone, I shall
Be present with you.
Ism. Come Cosin, will you walk?
Am. Alas, I was ready long since: in conscience
You would with better will yet stay behind.
You would with better will yet stay behind.
Ism. Oh Love, I never thought thou'dst been so blind.
Mar. You'll answer this Sir. [Exeunt.
Ant. If er't be spoke on:
I purpose not to propound the question.
I purpose not to propound the question.
Enter Julio.