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Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 07 of 10

Chapter 59: Scæna Secunda.
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This volume gathers five early modern stage plays that move between romantic comedy and brisk farce, unfolding interlaced plots of courtship, rivalry, and social complication. Dramatic strategies such as disguise, mistaken identity, nocturnal plotting, and rapid comedic reversals drive laughter while probing questions of honor and desire. An editorial text and notes accompany the plays to clarify variant readings, punctuation, and stage business for readers and performers.

Alg. I am yours.
A Don's not priviledg'd here more than your self,
Win her, and wear her.
Pio. Have you a Priest ready?
Alg. I have him for thee, Lad; and when I have
Married this scornful whore to this poor gallant,
She will make suit to me; there is a trick
To bring a high-pris'd wench upon her knees:
For you my fine neat Harpyes stretch your tallons
And prove your selves true night-Birds.
Pach. Take my word
For me and all the rest.
Laz. If there be meat
Or any banquet stirring, you shall see
How I'll bestow my self.
Alg. When they are drawn,
Rush in upon 'em: all's fair prize you light on:
I must away: your officer may give way
To the Knavery of his watch, but must not see it.
You all know where to find me. [Exit.
Met. There look for us.
Vit. Who's that?
Mal. My Piorato, welcome, welcome:
Faith had you not come when you did my Lord
Had done I know not what to me.
Vit. I am gul'd,
First cheated of my Jewels, and then laug[h]'d at:
Sirha, what makes you here?
Pio. A business brings me,
More lawful than your own.
Vit. How's that, you slave?
Mal. He's such, that would continue her a whore
Whom he would make a wife of.
Vit. I'll tread upon
The face you doat on, strumpet.

Enter Clara.

Pach. Keep the peace there.
Vit. A plot upon my life too?
Met. Down with him.
Cla. Show your old valor, and learn from a woman;
One Eagle has a world of odds against
A flight of Dawes, as these are.
Pio. Get you off,
I'll follow instantly.
Pach. Run for more help there. [Exeunt all but Vit. and Clara.
Vit. Loss of my gold, and jewels, and the wench too
Afflicts me not so much, as th'having Clara
The witness of my weakness.
Cla. He turns from me,
And yet I may urge merit, since his life
Is made my second gift.
Vit. May I ne'r prosper
If I know how to thank her.
Cla. Sir, your pardon
For pressing thus beyond a Virgins bounds
Upon your privacies: and let my being
Like to a man, as you are, be th'excuse
Of my solliciting that from you, which shall not
Be granted on my part, although desir'd
By any other: Sir, you understand me,
And 'twould shew nobly in you, to prevent
From me a farther boldness, which I must
Proceed in, if you prove not merciful,
Though with my loss of blushes and good name.
Vit. Madam, I know your will, and would be thankful
If it were possible I could affect
The daughter of an enemy.
Cla. That fair false one
Whom with fond dotage you have long pursu'd
Had such a father: she to whom you pay
Dearer for your dishonor, than all titles
Ambitious men hunt for, are worth.
Vit. 'Tis truth.
Cla. Yet, with her, as a friend you still exchange
Health for diseases, and, to your disgrace,
Nourish the rivals to your present pleasures,
At your own charge, us'd as a property
To give a safe protection to her lust,
Yet share in nothing but the shame of it.
Vit. Grant all this so, to take you for a wife
Were greater hazard; for should I offend you
(As 'tis not easy still to please a woman)
You are of so great a spirit, that I must learn
To wear your petticoat, for you will have
My breeches from me.
Cla. Rather from this hour
I here abjure all actions of a man,
And will esteem it happiness from you
To suffer like a woman: love, true love
Hath made a search within me, and expell'd
All but my natural softness, and made perfect
That which my parents care could not begin.
I will show strength in nothing, but my duty,
And glad desire to please you, and in that
Grow every day more able.
Vit. Could this be,
What a brave race might I beget? I find
A kind of yielding; and no reason why
I should hold longer out: she's young, and fair,
And chast; for sure, but with her leave, the Devil
Durst not attempt her: Madam, though you have
A Soldiers arm, your lips appear as if
They were a Ladies.
Cla. They dare Sir, from you
Endure the tryal.
Vit. Ha: once more I pray you:
The best I ever tasted; and 'tis said
I have prov'd many, 'tis not safe I fear
To ask the rest now: well, I will leave whoring
And luck herein send me with her: worthiest Lady,
I'll wait upon you home, and by the way
(If ere I marry, as I'll not forswear it)
Tell you, you are my wife.
Cla. Which if you do,
From me all man-kind women, learn to woe. [Exeunt.

Scæna Tertia.

Enter Alguazier, Pachieco, Metaldi, Mendoza, Lazarillo.

Alg. A cloak? good purchase, and rich hangers? well,
We'll share ten Pistolets a man.
Laz. Yet still
I am monstrous hungry: could you not deduct
So much out of the gross sum, as would purchase
Eight loynes of Veal, and some two dozen of Capons?
Pach. O strange proportion for five.
Laz. For five? I have
A legion in my stomach that have kept
Perpetual fast these ten years: for the Capons,
They are to me but as so many black Birds:
May I but eat once, and be satisfied,
Let the fates call me, when my ship is fraught,
And I shall hang in peace.
Alg. Steal well to night,
And thou shalt feed to morrow; so now you are
Your selves again, I'll raise another watch
To free you from suspition: set on any
You meet with boldly: I'll not be far off,
T'assist you, and protect you. [Exit.
Met. O brave officer.

Enter Alvarez, Lucio, Bobadilla.

Pach. Would every ward had one but so well given,
And we would watch, for rug, in gowns of velvet.
Mend. Stand close, a prize.
Met. Satten, and gold Lace, Lads.
Alv. Why do'st thou hang upon me?
Luc. 'Tis so dark
I dare not see my way: for heaven sake father
Let us go home.
Bob. No, ev'n here we'll leave you:
Let's run away from him, my Lord.
Luc. Oh 'las.
Alv. Thou hast made me mad: and I will beat thee dead,
Then bray thee in a morter, and new mold thee,
But I will alter thee.
Bob. 'Twil never be:
He has been three days practising to drink,
Yet still he sips like to a waiting woman,
And looks as he were murdering of a fart
Among wild Irish swaggerers.
Luc. I have still
Your good word, Zancho, father.
Alv. Milk-sop, coward;
No house of mine receives thee: I disclaim thee,
Thy mother on her knees shall not entreat me
Hereafter to acknowledge thee.
Luc. Pray you speak for me.
Bo[b]. I would; but now I cannot with mine honor.
Alv. There's only one course left, that may redeem thee,
Which is, to strike the next man that you meet,
And if we chance to light upon a woman,
Take her away, and use her like a man,
Or I will cut thy hamstrings.
Pach. This makes for us.
Alv. What do'st thou do now?
Luc. Sir, I am saying my prayers;
For being to undertake what you would have me,
I know I cannot live.

Enter Lamorall, Genevora, Anastro, and Pages with Lights.

Lam. Madam, I fear
You'll wish you had us'd your coach: your brothers house
Is yet far off.
Gen. The better sir: this walk
Will help digestion after your great supper,
Of which I have fed largely.
Alv. To your task,
Or else you know what follows:
Luc. I am dying:
Now Lord have mercy on me: by your favor,
Sir I must strike you.
Lam. For what cause?
Luc. I know not:
And I must likewise talk with that young Lady,
An hour in private.
Lam. What you must, is doubtful,
But I am certain Sir, I must beat you.
Luc. Help, help.
Alv. Not strike again?
Lam. How, Alvarez?
An. This for my Lord Vitellis love.
Pach. Break out,
And like true theeves, make prey on either side,
But seem to help the stranger.
Bob. Oh my Lord,
They have beat him on his knees.
Luc. Though I want courage:
I yet have a sons duty in me, and
Compassion of a fathers danger; that,
That wholly now possesses me.
Alv. Lucio.
This is beyond my hope.
Met. So Lazarillo,
Take up all boy: well done.
Pach. And now steal off
Closely and cunningly.
An. How? have I found you?
Why Gentlemen, are you mad, to make your selves
A prey to Rogues?
Lam. Would we were off.
Bob. Theeves, theeves.
Lam. Defer our own contention: and down with them.
Luc. I'll make you sure.
Bob. Now he plays the Devil.
Gen. This place is not for me. [Exit.
Luc. I'll follow her
Half of my pennance is past oe'r. [Exit.

Enter Alguazier, Assistant, and other Watches.

Alg. What noyse?
What tumult's there? keep the Kings peace I charge you.
Pach. I am glad he's come yet.
Alv. O, you keep good Guard
Upon the City, when men of our ranck
Are set upon in the streets.
Lam. The assistants
Shall hear on't be assur'd.
An. And if he be
That careful Governor he is reported,
You will smart for it.
Alg. Patience, good Signiors:
Let me survey the Rascals: O, I know them,
And thank you for them: they are pilf'ring rogues
Of Andaluza that have perus'd
All Prisons in Castile: I dare not trust
The dungeon with them: no, I'll have them home
To my own house.
Pach. We had rather go to prison.
Alg. Had you so dog-bolts? yes, I know you had:
You there would use your cunning fingers on
The simple locks; you would: but I'll prevent you.
Lam. My Mistriss lost, good night. [Exit.
Bob. Your Son's gone too,
What should become of him?
Alv. Come of him, what will:
Now he dares fight, I care not: I'll to bed,
Look to your prisoners Alguazier. [Exit with Boba.
Alg. All's clear'd:
Droop not for one disaster: let us hug,
And triumph in our knaveries.
Assist. This confirms
What was reported of him.
Met. 'Twas done bravely.
Alg. I must a little glory in the means
We Officers have, to play the Knaves, and safely:
How we break through the toyles, pitch'd by the Law,
Yet hang up them that are far less delinquents:
A simple shopkeeper's carted for a bawd
For lodging (though unwittingly) a smock-Gamster:
Where, with rewards, and credit I have kept
Malroda in my house, as in a cloyster,
Without taint, or suspition.
Pach. But suppose
The Governor should know't?
Alg. He? good Gentleman,
Let him perplex himself with prying into
The measures in the market, and th'abuses
The day stands guilty of: the pillage of the night
Is only mine, mine own fee simple;
Which you shall hold from me, tenants at will,
And pay no rent for't.
Pach. Admirable Landlord.
Alg. Now we'll go search the Taverns, commit such
As we find drinking: and be drunk our selves
With what we take from them: these silly wretches
Whom I for form sake only have brought hither
Shall watch without, and guard us.
Assist. And we will
See you safe lodg'd, most worthy Alguazier,
With all of you his comrads.
Met. 'Tis the Governor.
Alg. We are betray'd?
Assist. My guard there; bind them fast:
How men in high place and authority
Are in their lives and estimations wrong'd
By their subordinate Ministers! yet such
They cannot but imploy: wrong'd justice finding
Scarce one true servant in ten officers.
'T'expostulate with you, were but to delay
Your crimes due punishment, which shall fall upon you
So speedily, and severely, that it shall
Fright others by th'example: and confirm
How ever corrupt Officers may disgrace
Themselves, 'tis not in them to wrong their place
Bring them away.
Alg. We'll suffer nobly yet,
And like to Spanish Gallants.
Pach. And we'll hang so.
Laz. I have no stomach to it: but I'll endeavor. [Exeunt.

Scæna Quarta.

Enter Lucio, and Genevora.

Gen. Nay you are rude; pray you forbear, you offer now
More than the breeding of a Gentleman
Can give you warrant for.
Luc. 'Tis but to kiss you,
And think not I'll receive that for a favour
Which was enjoyn'd me for a pennance, Lady.
Gen. You have met a gentle confessor, and for once
(So then you will rest satisfied) I vouchsafe it.
Luc. Rest satisfied with a kiss? why can a man
Desire more from a woman? is there any
Pleasure beyond it? may I never live
If I know what it is.
Gen. Sweet Innocence.
Luc. What strange new motions do I feel? my veins
Burn with an unknown fire: in every part
I suffer alteration: I am poyson'd,
Yet languish with desire again to tast it,
So sweetly it works on me.
Gen. I ne'r saw
A lovely man, till now.
Luc. How can this be?
She is a woman, as my mother is,
And her I have kiss'd often, and brought off
My lips unscortch'd; yours are more lovely, Lady,
And so should be less hurtful: pray you vouchsafe
Your hand to quench the heat tane from your Lip,
Perhaps that may restore me.
Gen. Willingly.
Luc. The flame increases: if to touch you, burn thus,
What would more strict embraces do? I know not,
And yet methinks to die so, were to ascend
To heaven, through Paradise.
Gen. I am wounded too,
Though modesty forbids that I should speak
What ignorance makes him bold in: why do you fix
Your eyes so strongly on me?
Luc. Pray you stand still,
There is nothing else, that is worth the looking on:
I could adore you, Lady.
Gen. Can you love me?
Luc. To wait on you, in your chamber, and but touch
What you, by wearing it, have made divine,
Were such a happiness. I am resolved,
I'll sell my liberty to you for this glove,
And write my self your slave.

Enter Lamorall.

Gen. On easier terms,
Receive it as a friend.
Lam. How! giving favor!
I'll have it with his heart.
Gen. What will you do?
Luc. As you are merciful, take my life rather.
Gen. Will you depart with't so?
Lam. Do's that grieve you?
Gen. I know not: but even now you appear valiant.
Luc. 'Twas to preserve my father: in his cause
I could be so again.
Gen. Not in your own? Kneel to thy Rival and thine enemy?
Away unworthy creature, I begin
To hate my self, for giving entrance to
A good opinion of thee: for thy torment,
If my poor beauty be of any power,
Mayst thou doat on it desperately: but never
Presume to hope for grace, till thou recover
And wear the favor that was ravish'd from thee.
Lam. He wears my head too then.
Gen. Poor fool, farewell. [Exit.
Luc. My womanish soul, which hitherto hath govern'd
This coward flesh, I feel departing from me;
And in me by her beauty is inspir'd
A new, and masculine one: instructing me
What's fit to do or suffer; powerful love
That hast with loud, and yet a pleasing thunder
Rous'd sleeping manhood in me, thy new creature,
Perfect thy work so that I may make known
Nature (though long kept back) will have her own. [Exeunt.

Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima.

Enter Lamorall and Lucio.

Lam. CAn it be possible, that in six short hours
The subject still the same, so many habits
Should be remov'd? or this new Lucio, he
That yesternight was baffeld and disgrac'd,
And thank'd the man that did it, that then kneeld
And blubber'd like a woman, should now dare
On terms of honor seek reparation
For what he then appear'd not capable of?
Luc. Such miracles, men that dare do injuries
Live to their shames to see, and for punishment
And scourge to their proud follies.
Lam. Prethee leave me:
Had I my Page, or foot-man here to flesh thee,
I durst the better hear thee.
Luc. This scorn needs not:
And offer such no more.
Lam. Why say I should,
You'll not be angry?
Luc. Indeed I think I shall,
Would you vouchsafe to shew your self a Captain,
And lead a little farther, to some place
That's less frequented.
Lam. He looks pale.
Luc. If not,
Make use of this.
Lam. There's anger in his eyes too:
His gesture, voyce, behaviour, all new fashion'd;
Well, if it does endure in act the triall
Of what in show it promises to make good,
Ulysses Cyclops, Io's transformation,
Eurydice fetch from Hell, with all the rest
Of Ovids Fables, I'll put in your Creed;
And for proof, all incredible things may be,
Write down that Lucio, the coward Lucio,
The womanish Lucio fought.
Luc. And Lamorall,
The still imploy'd great duellist Lamorall,
Took his life from him.
Lam. 'Twill not come to that sure:
Methinks the only drawing of my Sword
Should fright that confidence.
Luc. It confirms it rather.
To make which good, know you stand now oppos'd
By one that is your Rival, one that wishes
Your name and title greater, to raise his;
The wrong you did, less pardonable than it is,
But your strength to defend it, more than ever
It was when justice friended it. The Lady
For whom we now contend, Genevora
Of more desert, (if such incomparable beauty
Could suffer an addition) your love
To Don Vitelli multipli'd, and your hate
Against my father and his house increas'd;
And lastly, that the Glove which you there wear,
To my dishonour, (which I must force from you)
Were dearer to you than your life.
Lam. You'l find
It is, and so I'll guard it:
Luc. All these must meet then
With the black infamy, to be foyl'd by one
That's not allowd a man: to help your valor,
That falling by your hand, I may, or dye,
Or win in this one single opposition
My Mistriss, and such honor as I may
Inrich my fathers Arms with.
Lam. 'Tis said Nobly;
My life with them are at the stake.
Luc. At all then. [Fight.
Lam. She's yours, this and my life too follow your fortune,
And give not only back that part, the looser
Scorns to accept of—
Luc. What's that?
Lam. My poor life,
Which do not leave me as a farther torment,
Having dispoil'd me of my Sword, mine honor,
Hope of my Ladies grace, fame, and all else
That made it worth the keeping.
Luc. I take back
No more from you, than what you forc'd from me;
And with a worser title: yet think not
That I'll dispute this, as made insolent
By my success, but as one equal with you,
If so you will accept me; that new courage,
Or call it fortune if you please, that is
Conferr'd upon me by the only sight
Of fair Genevora, was not bestow'd on me
To bloody purposes: nor did her command
Deprive me of the happiness to see her
But till I did redeem her favor from you;
Which only I rejoyce in, and share with you
In all you suffer else.
Lam. This curtesie
Wounds deeper than your Sword can, or mine own;
Pray you make use of either, and dispatch me.
Luc. The barbarous Turk is satisfied with spoil;
And shall I, being possest of what I came for,
Prove the more Infidel?
Lam. You were better be so,
Than publish my disgrace, as 'tis [t]he custom,
And which I must expect.
Luc. Judge better on me:
I have no tongue to trumpet mine own praise
To your dishonor: 'tis a bastard courage
That seeks a name out that way, no true born one;
Pray you be comforted, for by all goodness
But to her virtuous self, the best part of it,
I never will discover on what terms
I came by these: which yet I take not from you,
But leave you in exchange of them, mine own,
With the desire of being a friend; which if
You will not grant me, but on farther trial
Of manhood in me, seek me when you please,
(And though I might refuse it with mine honor)
Win them again, and wear them: so good morrow. [Exit.
Lam. I ne'r knew what true valor was till now;
And have gain'd more by this disgrace, than all
The honors I have won: they made me proud,
Presumptuous of my fortune; a mere beast,
Fashion'd by them, only to dare and do:
Yielding no reasons for my wilful actions
But what I stuck on my Swords point, presuming
It was the best Revenew. How unequal
Wrongs well maintain'd makes us to others, which
Ending with shame teach us to know our selves,
I will think more on't.

Enter Vitelli.

Vit. Lamorall.
Lam. My Lord?
Vit. I came to seek you.
Lam. And unwillingly;
You ne'r found me t[i]ll now: your pleasure Sir?
Vit. That which will please thee friend: thy vowd love to me
Shall now be put in action: means is offer'd
To use thy good Sword for me; that which still
Thou wearst, as if it were a part of thee.
Where is it?
Lam. 'Tis chang'd for one more fortunate:
Pray you enquire not how.
Vit. Why, I ne'r thought
That there was musick in't, but ascribe
The fortune of it to the arm.
Lam. Which is grown weaker too. I am not (in a word)
Worthy your friendship: I am one new vanquish'd,
Yet shame to tell by whom.
Vit. But I'll tell thee
'Gainst whom thou art to fight, and there redeem
Thy honor lost, if there be any such:
The King, by my long suit, at length is pleas'd
That Alvarez and my self, with eithers Second,
Shall end the difference between our houses,
Which he accepts of, I make choice of thee;
And where you speak of a disgrace, the means
To blot it out, by such a publick trial
Of thy approved valor, will revive
Thy antient courage. If you imbrace it do;
If not, I'll seek some other.
Lam. As I am
You may command me.
Vit. Spoke like that true friend
That loves not only for his private end. [Exeunt.

Scæna Secunda.

Enter Genevora, with a Letter and Bobadilla.

Gen. This from Madona Clara?
Bob. Yes, an't please you.
Gen. Alvarez daughter?
Bob. The same, Lady.
Gen. She,
That sav'd my brothers life?
Bob. You are still in the right,
She wil'd me wait your walking forth: and knowing
How necessary a discreet wise man
Was in a business of such weight, she pleas'd
To think on me: it may be in my face
Your Ladyship, not acquainted with my wisdom,
Finds no such matter: what I am, I am;
Thought's free, and think you what you please.
Gen. 'Tis strange.
Bob. That I should be wise, Madam?
Gen. No, thou art so;
There's for thy pains: and prethee tell thy Lady
I will not fail to meet her: I'll receive
Thy thanks and duty in thy present absence:
Farewell, farewell, I say, now thou art wise. [Exit Bob.
She writes here, she hath something to impart
That may concern my brothers life; I know not,
But general fame does give her out so worthy,
That I dare not suspect her: yet wish Lucio,

Enter Lucio.

Were Master of her mind: but fie upon't;
Why do I think on him? see, I am punish'd for it,
In his unlook'd for presence: Now I must
Endure another tedious piece of Courtship,
Would make one forswear curtesie.
Luc. Gracious Madam,
The sorrow paid for your just anger towards me
Arising from my weakness, I presume
To press into your presence, and despair not
An easie pardon.
Gen. He speaks sence: oh strange.
Luc. And yet believe, that no desire of mine,
Though all are too strong in me, had the power
For their delight, to force me to infringe
What you commanded, it being in your part
To [l]essen your great rigor when you please,
And mine to suffer with an humble patience
What you'l impose upon it.
Gen. Courtly too.
Luc. Yet hath the poor, and contemn'd Lucio, Madam,
(Made able only by his hope to serve you)
Recover'd what with violence, not justice,
Was taken from him: and here at your feet
With these, he could have laid the conquer'd head
Of Lamorall ('tis all I say of him)
For rudely touching that, which as a relique
I ever would have worship'd, since 'twas yours.
Gen. Valiant, and every thing a Lady could
Wish in her servant.
Luc. All that's good in me,
That h[e]avenly love, the opposite to base lust,
Which would have all men worthy, hath created;
Which being by your beams of beauty form'd,
Cherish as your own creature.
Gen. I am gone
Too far now to dissemble: rise, or sure
I must kneel with you too: let this one kiss
Speak the rest for me: 'tis too much I do,
And yet, if chastity would, I could wish more.
Luc. In overjoying me, you are grown sad;
What is it Madam? by ——
There's nothing that's within my nerves (and yet
Favour'd by you, I should as much as man)
But when you please, now or on all occasions
You can think of hereafter, but you may
Dispose of at your pleasure.
Gen. If you break
That oath again, you loose me. Yet so well
I love you, I shall never put you to't;
And yet forget it not: rest satisfied
With that you have receiv'd now: there are eyes
May be upon us, till the difference
Between our friends are ended: I would not
Be seen so private with you.
Luc. I obey you.
Gen. But let me hear oft from you, and remember
I am Vitellies Sister.
Luc. What's that Madam?
Gen. Nay nothing, fare you well: who feels loves fire,
Would ever ask to have means to desire. [Exeunt.

Scæna Tertia.

Enter Assistente, Sayavedra, Anastro, Herald, Attendants.