Actus Primus. Scæna Prima.
Enter the Duke of Orleance, and the Earl of Amiens, at several doors.
Amiens. Morrow, my Lord of Orleans.
Orl. You salute me like a stranger; brother Orleance were to me a Title more belonging, whom you call the Husband of your Sister.
Ami. Would the circumstances of your brotherhood had never offer'd cause to make our conversation less familiar: I meet you like a hindrance in your way: your great Lawsuit is now upon the tongue, and ready for a judgement.
Orl. Came you from the Hall now?
Ami. Without stay; the Court is full, and such a press of people does attend the issue, as if some great man were brought to his arraignment.
Orl. Every mothers son of all that multitude of hearers, went to be a witness of the misery your Sisters fortunes must have come to, if my adversary who did love her first, had been her Husband.
Ami. The success may draw a testimony from them, to confirm the same opinion, but they went prepar'd with no such hope or purpose.
Orl. And did you intreat the number of them, that are come with no such hope or purpose.
Ami. Tush, your own experience of my heart can answer ye.
Orl. This doubtful, makes me clearly understand your disposition.
I wish you a conclusion like your cause.
From a friend I would expect a love to prosper in;
Without exceptions such a love as might
Make all my undertakings thankful to't;
Precisely just is seldom faithful in our wishes
To another mans desires: Farewel. [Exit Orl.
Enter Montague having a Purse, Duboys, Longueville, and Voramer the Page, with two Caskets.
As ever honest mind was thankful for;
For now my safety must expose it self
To question: yet to look for any free
Or hearty salutation (Sir) from you
Would be unreasonable in me.
That nearness needs must consequently draw
Your inclination to him.
Him all the nearness his alliance claims,
And yet be nothing less impartial,
My Lord of Montague.
But (Sir) how long the dignity or state
Belonging to it will continue, stands
Upon [t]he dangerous passage of this hour.
Either for evermore to be confirm'd,
Or like the time wherein 'twas pleaded, gone:
Gone with it, never to be call'd again.
To both your persons my respect shall still
Be equal; but the righteous cause is that
Which bears my wishes to the side it holds,
Where, ever may it prosper. [Exit Amiens.
Are proper to you, if a man may raise
A confidence upon a lawful ground
I have no reason to be once perplex'd
With any doubtful motion, Longue[v]ille,
That Lord of Amiens, (didst observe him?) has
A worthy nature in him.
Whose dissembled lives
Do carry only the similitude
Of goodness on 'em: but for him
Honest [b]ehaviour makes a true report,
What disposition does inhabit him,
Essential virtue.
Injurious Orleans is his brother.
The hangman thy Executor than that
Equivocation should be ominous.
Enter two Lawyers, and two Creditors.
Ha' not so much as any literal
Advantage in 'em to be made against
Your Title.
The business fully.
A voluntary trial; like a man
Whose honors are maliciously accus'd.
Your adversarie's pleadings strengthen your
Possession.
To witness the hereditary right
Of you and yours.
Could work upon me, your assurances
Would put me strongly into heart again;
But I was never fearful: and let fate
Deceive my expectation, yet I am
Prepared against dejection.
That all will speed well.
As if he were a partner in his state.
From these, and all your learned Counsellors;
How certainly your cause will prosper: that—
Unthankful either to their industries
Or your affections.
Is at the barr now, give me but ten Crowns
I'll save you harmless.
If he does lose, you're sav'd by miracle,
For I never knew a Lawyer yet undone.
To such a loudness, but be thrifty now;
Preserve it till you come to plead at bar
It will be much more profitable in
The satisfaction than the promise.
My self for this assurance, if he—
Anothers loss, if not by accident,
And that my purpose is not guilty of:
You [are] engag'd in nothing but your care. [Ex. Law.
Attend the Procurator to the Court,
Observe how things incline, and bring me word.
Mine ears will be in danger.
Committed something that deserves thine ears?
Perished by the noise; 'tis as good 't want
[A member, as to loose the use—]
I'll put 'em to the hazard. [Exit Long.
Upon your fortune. [Exeunt Cred.
You owe 'em) for unprofitable Silks
And Laces, been bestowed among the poor,
That would have prayed the right way for you:
Not upon you.
And Laces? now believe me honest boy
Th'ast hit upon a reprehension that belongs
Unto me.
I had not so unmannerly a thought,
To reprehend you.
Mine own acknowledgement confirms thy words:
For once I do remember, comming from
The Mercers, where my Purse had spent it self
On those unprofitable toys thou speak'st of,
A man half naked with his poverty
Did meet me, and requested my relief:
I wanted whence to give it, yet his eyes
Spoke for him, those I could have satisfied
With some unfruitful sorrow, (if my tears
Would not have added rather to his grief,
Than eas'd it) but the true compassion that
I should have given I had not: this began
To make me think how many such mens wants
The vain superfluous cost I wore upon
My outside would have clothed, and left my self
A habit as becomming: to increase
This new consideration there came one
Clad in a garment plain and thrifty, yet
As decent as these fair dear follies; made
As if it were of purpose to despise
The vanity of shew: his purse had still
The power to do a charitable deed,
And did it.
Deserv'd no less to be commended, than his action.
He that intends well, yet deprives himself
Of means, to put his good thoughts into deed,
Deceives his purpose of the due reward
That goodness merits: oh antiquity
Thy great examples of Nobility
Are out of imitation, or at least
So lamely follow'd, that thou art as much
Before this age in virtue, as in time.
The chiefest men love to follow it
Are for the most part cripples.
For Noble actions, than good purposes,
I'll practice how to exercise the worth
Commended to us by our ancestors;
The poor neglected soldier shall command
Me from a Ladies Courtship, and the form
I'll study shall no more be taught me by
The Taylor, but the Scholar; that expence
Which hitherto has been to entertain
Th' intemperate pride and pleasure of the taste
Shall fill my Table more to satisfie,
And less to surfeit.
What an honest work it would be; when we find
A Virgin in her poverty, and youth
Inclining to be tempted, to imploy
As much perswasion, and as much expence
To keep her upright, as men use to do upon her falling.
And some will rather take it for a wrong,
To buy 'em out of their inheritance,
The thing that they were born to.
Enter Longueville.
There stands no pale report upon thy cheek,
To give me fear or knowledge of my loss, 'tis red and lively.
How proceeds my suit?
May add another; or (at least) be call'd
An imitation of his burning shirt:
For 'twas a pain of that [un]merciful
Perplexity, to shoulder through the throng
Of people that attended your success:
My sweaty linnen fixt upon my skin,
Still as they pull'd me, took that with it; 'twas
A fear I should have left my flesh among 'em:
Yet I was patient, for (methought) the toil
Might be an emblem of the difficult
And weary passage to get out of Law.
And to make up the dear similitude,
When I was forth seeking my handkerchief
To wipe my sweat off, I did find a cause
To make me sweat more, for my Purse was lost
Among their fingers.
Thy damage to thee: how proceeds my suit?
Your promising Counsel at the first
Put strongly forward with a labour'd speed,
And such a violence of pleading, that
His Fee in Sugar-candy scarce will make
His throat a satisfaction for the hurt
He did it, and he carried the whole cause
Before him, with so clear a passage, that
The people in the favour of your side
Cried Montague, Montague: in the spight of him
That cryed out silence, and began to laugh
Your adversaries advocate to scorn:
Who like a cunning Footman set me forth
With such a temperate easie kind of course
To put him into exercise of strength,
And follow'd his advantages so close,
That when your hot mouth'd pleader thought h' had won,
Before he reacht it, he was out of breath,
And then the other stript him.
Confounded with the clamour of the Court,
Like one embark'd upon a storm at Sea,
Where the tempestuous noise of Thunder mixt
With roaring of the billows, and the thick,
Imperfect language of the Sea-men, takes
His understanding and his safety both
Together from him.
The first reporter.
So well as I am; I can tell thee that
Will please thee, for when all else left my cause,
My very adversaries took my part.
When all forsook me.
To take it, when the verdict gave it him.
Have carried an ill fortune of this weight so lightly.
We cannot be more faithful to our selves
In any thing that's manly, than to make
Ill fortune as contemptible to us
As it makes us to others.
Enter Lawyers.
Whose very countenances will tell you how
Contemptible it is to others.
They hear you now?
Grow out of knowledge.
Never stood you upon the Pillory?
Y'ave ears, I thought ye had lost 'em; pray observe,
Here's one that once was gracious in your eyes.
His Land yet from the judgement?
2 Law. None but this, a Writ of error to remove the cause.
Long. No more of error, we have been in that too much already.
2 Law. If you will reverse the judgement, you must trust to that delay.
With you has any dealing.
2 Law. E'r the Law proceeds to an Habere facias possessionem.
Dub. That's a language Sir, I understand not.
Long. Th'art a very strange unthankful fellow to have taken Fees of such a liberal measure, and then give a man hard words for's money.
What should I say? I've other business.
That's it you should say, now prosperity has left me.
Enter two Creditors.
We lose him now, he's gone for ever; stay
And dog him: I'll go fetch the Officers.
Long. Dog him you Bloud-hound: by this point thou shalt more safely dog an angry Lion, than attempt him.
Mont. What's the matter?
Of labour, I'll have you beaten, till
Those casement in your faces be false lights.
Dub. Falser than those you sell by.
Mont. Who gave you Commission to abuse my friends thus?
Lon. Sir, are those your friends that would betray you?
Mont. 'Tis to save themselves rather than betray me.
1 Cred. Your Lordship makes a just construction of it.
2 Cred. All our desire is but to get our own.
Long. Your wives desires and yours do differ then.
You shall have satisfaction Longeville.
Is first a debtor to his own demands, being honest.
When the master falls upon a danger; as
Defence is; never threaten with your eyes,
They are no cockatrices; do you hear?
Talk with [a] Girdler, or [a] Mill'ner,
He can inform you of a kind of men
That first undid the profit of those trades
By bringing up the form of carrying
Their Morglays in their hands: with some of those
A man may make himself a priviledge
To ask a question at the prison gates
Without your good permission.
That first you put your hat off to me, have
You noted in me to encourage you
To this presumption? by the justice now
Of thine own rule, I should begin with thee,
I should turn thee away ungratified
For all thy former kindness, forget
Thou ever didst me any service: 'tis not fear
Of being arrested, makes me thus incline
To satisfy you; for you see by him,
I lost not all defences with my state;
The curses of a man to whom I am
Beholding terrify me more, than all
The violence he can pursue me with.
Duboys, I did prepare me for the worst;
These two small Cabinets do comprehend
The sum of all the wealth that it hath pleased
Adversity to leave me, one as rich
As th'other, both in Jewels; take thou this,
And as the Order put within it shall
Direct thee, distribute it half between
Those Creditors, and th' other half among
My servants: for (Sir) they are my Creditors
As well as you are, they have trusted me
With their advancement: if the value fail,
To please you all, my first increase of means
Shall offer you a fuller payment; be content
To leave me something, and imagine that
You put a new beginner into credit.
your merit.
means, or industries hereafter can provide, shall serve you.
To such a baseness, as to be maintained
By those that serve me; pray begone, I will
Defend your honesties to any man
That shall report you have forsaken me;
I pray begone. [Exeunt Servants and Creditors.
Why, dost thou weep my boy,
Because I do not bid thee go to[o]?
I fear you will command me.
I will not; that would discommend th' intent
Of all my other actions: thou art yet
Unable to advise thy self a course,
Should I put thee to seek it; after that
I must excuse, or at the least forgive
Any [un]charitable deed that can be done against my self.
A day of blessing to me; for I shall
Have so much less time left me of my life
When I am from you: and if misery
Befall you (which I hope so good a man
Was never born to) I will take my part,
And make my willingness increase my strength
To bear it. In the Winter I will spare
Mine own cloth[e]s from my self to cover you;
And in the Summer, carry some of yours
To ease you: I'll doe any thing I can.
Ashamed of hurting, when thy weakness can
Both bear it, and despise it: Come my boy
I will provide some better way for thee
Than this thou speakst of: 'tis the comfort that
[Ill] fortune has undone me into the fashion:
For now in this age most men do begin,
To keep but one boy, that kept many men. [Exeunt.
Enter Orleans, a Servant, his Lady following.
Those Courtly graces that you love him for;
The means wherewith he purchased this, and this;
And all his own provisions to the least
Proportion of his feeding, or his clothes,
Came out of that inheritance of land
Which he unjustly lived on: but the law
Has given me right in't, and possession; now
Thou shalt perceive his bravery vanish, as
This Jewell does from thee now, and these Pearls
To him that owes 'em.
Lady. Ye are the owner Sir of every thing that does belong to me.
As ready to disclaim him; when his wants
And miseries have perish'd his good face,
And taken off the sweetness that has made
Him pleasing in a womans understanding.
To women, who are born without defence,
If to our hearts there had been doors through which
Our husbands might have lookt into our thoughts,
And made themselves undoubtfull.
A title to that virtue: prethee let
Thy honesty speak freelie to me now.
Thou know'st that Montague, of whose Land
I [a]m the master, did affect thee first,
And should have had thee, if the strength of friends
Had not prevail'd above thine own consent.
I have undone him; tell me how thou dost
Consider his ill fortune and my good.
An argument for pity and for tears
In all their dispositions that have known
The honor and the goodness of his life:
Yet that addition of prosperity,
Which you have got by't, no indifferent man
Will malice or repine at, if the Law
Be not abused in't; howsoever since
You have the upper fortune of him, 'twill
Be some dishonor to you to bear your self
With any pride or glory over him.
It is not honest.
Were now alive to hear me.
Enter Amiens.
But of your prosperity.
Of patience that,
Had fortune eyes to see him, she would weep
For having hurt him, and pretending that
Shee did it but for triall of his worth:
Hereafter ever love him.
He does deserve that though for some respects,
I have not given him that acknowledgement,
Yet in mine honor I did still conclude to use him nobly.
grow proud of your alliance.
His fortunes at my mercy, that the world
May tell him 'tis a willing courtesie.
That Montague had possession of my Land,
I was his rivall, and at last obtain'd
This Lady who, by promise of her own
Affection to him, should ha' bin his wife;
I had her, and withheld her like a pawn,
Till now my Land is rend'red to me again,
And since it is so, you shall see I have
The conscience not to keep her—give him her— [draws.
For by the faithfull temper of my sword, she shall not tarry with me.
Thou most unworthy man—give me way;
Or by the wrong he does the Innocent,
I'll end thy misery and his wickedness, together.
My husband in that, I have wrong'd his bed. [Exeunt Am. Orl.
Enter Orleans in amazement, the servants following him.
Upon me if I ever wrong'd you;
Turn'd my brothers edge;
He that beholds our thoughts as plainely as
Our faces, knowes it, I did never hurt
My honesty but by accusing it.
Than their denials: and I'll never trust
Her body that prefers any defence
Before the safety of her honor—here
Enter Servant.
And as I am now dying I will vow
That I am honest.
May go again to Montague, I would kill thee, I am loth,
To make a beggar of him that way; or else—
Go now you have the liberty of flesh,
And you may put it to a double use,
One for your pleasure, th'other to maintain
Your wellbeloved, he will want. [Exit Lady.
In such a charitable exercise
The virtue will excuse you for the vice. [Exit Orleans.
Enter Amiens drawn, Montague, Veramor meeting.
With one that is undone—avoyd us boy.
Your Rapier shall be button'd with my head, before it touch
my Master.
Enter Lady.
To danger, than dishonor; th'ast betray'd
The reputation of my familie
More basely by the falseness of that word,
Than if thou hadst delivered me asleep
Into the hands of base enemies.
Relief will never make thee sensible
Of thy disgraces; let thy wants compell thee to it. [Exit.