Enter Duke from war, in triumph, leading in his
hand Artabella, a woman of that country from
whence he came, with Arbatus her brother, and
Zoranzo prisoner; and on the other side
Amphelia, Ortellus, and Guard.
Duke. Madam, I need not say y'are welcome to this
Country, since 'tis mine.
Art. Sir, leaving my own for yours
Speaks my belief of that, and all things else
You say.
Duke. The same unto your worthy brother,
Besides, my thanks to you, sir, for letting
Your sister take this journey.
Arb. Your highness hath so nobly express'd
Yourself unto my sister, that I
Consented to her coming with you; so
Highly I esteem'd your princely word,
That I have let her trespass on the
Bound of common modesty in this
Adventure: for when this hasty judging
World shall see you have brought a woman
From her own country, and not your
Wife, how soon will every tongue give her
Another title!
Duke. Sir, my sudden actions shall prevent all
Tongues or thoughts either to name or think her
Anything but my duchess; therefore
All that owe duty or respect to me, pay it
To her. What, Amphelia, did you believe
The world so barren of good faces, that
Yours only does enrich it? or did you think
It was men's fates only to doat on yours?
Look on this lady, and you'll see your error;
Mark well her face, and you will find
In every line beauty sits empress there.
These are the eyes, Amphelia, now, that dart
Obedience through my heart; are not you vex'd
To see I am no constant fool, and love
You still?
Amph. Vexed at what? to see a man I hate
Love another? a very great vexation!
Know, sir, this breast has only room for joy
And love to brave Ortellus—
Forgive my heart that 'twas not yours before,
Since you have long deserv'd it.
Ort. Madam, no time was long enough to wait
This blessed hour.
Amph. Alas, great duke! instead
Of pining for your change, you find me midst
A thousand joys in this new choice.
Duke. So you do me, Amphelia, amidst
Ten thousand; not all the glories that
Attend a conquering soldier can create
One joy so great in me,
As being conquer'd here in my own triumphs.
I am but a slave;
Nor does my victory over thousands please
Me so much, as being overcome by
One—by this fair one, whose eyes, by shining
On my triumph only, make it glorious.
Amph. Well, sir, we will not change our happy states;
You cannot brag of happiness so great
To make me envy: I am only sorry for
This lady, that had nothing else to do
With her heart but to give it you. Madam,
If your breast had been crowded with some twenty
Or thirty hearts, and amongst these one very
Ill, you might have
Made present of that to this mighty duke.
Duke. Madam, does not this lady's discourse make you
Afraid of me.
Art. Not in the least, sir.
Duke. Where's this bold prisoner?
Guard. Here, and [it] please your highness.
Duke. Well, sir, tho' you did attempt to kill me
In our camp, after you were our prisoner,
You shall not die, since you are of the same
Country this lady is; therefore thank her
And fortune for your life.
Zor. I'd sooner curse them both.
Shall I thank any for my life, but heaven
That gave it me? I'd rather give it to
A cat. A noble death were far more welcome
To me, than a mean life at second hand.
My being here I owe unto the gods.
When they think fit to lend it me no longer,
They know the way to take it from me. I scorn
To run in debt unto a mortal duke for two
Or three days' breath.
Amph. Brave captive! [Aside.
Duke. You're
Very high, considering you are in chains.
Zor. Why, sir, think you these fetters can confine
My mind as they do my legs, or that my
Tongue is your prisoner, and dares only say:
May it please your highness? How much are you
Mistaken? Know, sir, my soul is
Prompter to my tongue, and gives it courage to say
Anything that heaven will not frown at. We
Should detract from those great pow'rs above,
If we pay fears to any here below.
Perhaps you think I'll beg my life now upon
A pair of bent petitioning knees? No, sir;
Had I a hundred lives, I'd give them all
To sharpest deaths, rather than beg for one.
Duke. You're well resolv'd; perhaps your mind may alter,
When you see the axe. In the meantime commit him
To the closest prison where, if you have any
Accounts with heaven, you will have time to cast
Them up before your death.
Zor. Your sentence brings me
Joy. Welcome the keenest axe that can be set!
'Twill cut my head and chains both off together.
Welcome, most happy stroke, since it will bring
Rest to my eyes, and make a slave a king. [Exit with a Guard.
Duke. Madam, I suppose this journey has so wearied
You, that it is time to show you the way
To your lodgings, and leave you to your
Repose.
Guard. Make way there for the duke!
Amph. My lord, you had best attend the duke, because
'Tis a respect due to him.
Ort. I shall, madam,
At your command. [Exeunt.
Amph. How has my tongue belied my too true heart,
In speaking hate unto
The duke, and love to Ortellus! I hate the duke?
So eyes do sleep, that long have known no rest.
How could my lips give passage to such words,
And not have clos'd for ever?
Not by my heart's direction, I am sure; for that
So swell'd, being injured by my mouth, as, had
Not pride and reason kept it here from this
Unquiet feat, it would have forc'd away
To Archimedes' breast, and there have whisper'd to
His heart my tongue's untruth. Why should I love
This man, that shows me nothing but contempt
And hate? Rouse, drooping heart, and think
Of that; think of it always, so by degrees
'Twill bring a winter round thee, that in time
Shall chill the heat of thy undone and lost
Affections. O, it is not true that all
Our sex love change, then I might find one path
That leads to it;
That womanish vice were virtue now in me,
'Twould free my heart, and that were charity.
Enter Duke.
See, where he comes again; O, how I love
And hate that man! Now help me, pride, and fill
My breast with scorn; and pr'ythee, tongue, take heed
You do not falter: hear not, my heart, that will
Distract thy speech, and so betray my feign'd
Unkindness.
Duke. What, Amphelia all alone?
Weary of your new love already? can't
You pass away the time with him one hour?
Amph. Were he
No finer man than yourself, to be with him
A minute, I should think a
Seven years' penance.
Good heart, lie still, and let my tongue alone. [Aside.
I wonder what a woman can see in you,
Or hear from you, to make her love you.
(I was just going to have said, hate him.) [Aside.
O, what a task is this! therefore let me
Advise you to have a mean opinion
Of yourself.
Duke. Methinks that advice might serve
For yourself. Ha, ha, ha!
Amph. Have patience, heart, I know I lie: thou need'st
Not tell me so—I had better then confess
My love. [Aside.] Do you laugh, duke? [i']faith
So could I at you, till the tears ran down
My cheeks—that they would quickly do, for grief
Would fain unload my eyes.
I must begone,
I cannot longer act this part, unless
I had a heart as hard as his. [Aside.
Duke. What, you are going
Now to your love Ortellus?
Amph. I am so,
And going from you to him, is pleasure double,
Not only pain, to quit, but joy to meet.
Duke. Make haste then, for your departure will oblige
Me too, so we shall be all pleas'd!
Amph. Haste I will make, but with unwilling feet:
For every step from him my grief repeats. [Aside. Exit.
Duke. She's gone, and after her my heart is flown,
'Tis well it has no tongue to make its moan;
Then 'twould discover what my pride conceals,
A heart in love (though slighted) love reveals.
Yet though I love her still, she shall not know;
Her hate shall seem my joy, which is my woe.
My constancy I'll outwardly disguise,
Though here within I am not half so wise.
Yet rather than disclose my doating fate,
I'll wound my heart by counterfeiting hate.
To whine, it wou'd the worst of follies prove,
Since women only pity when they love.
With how much scorn she gave me welcome home,
Ortellus in her hand, to show my doom!
Me and my triumphs she did so despise,
As if they'd been unworthy of her eyes.
'Tis well to her I show'd as much disdain;
I'd rather perish than she guess my pain.
But O, the horrid act she makes me do,
To fool a woman that is young and true!
So damn'd a sin, that hell could not invent,
It is too foul for any punishment;
To question those above I am afraid,
Else I would ask them, why they woman made.
Enter Philidor.
O my mad cousin, your servant.
Whither so fast?
Phil. So fast, sir? why,
I have been hunted by a pack of hounds
This three hours,
And damn'd deep-mouth'd hounds too, [sir] no less than
Three couple of nurses, three couple
Of plaguy hunting bitches, and with them
Three couple of whelps, alias children, sir.
They have rung me such a ring this morning
Through every by-turning that leads to a bawdy
House, I wish'd myself earth'd a thousand
Times, as a fox does when he is hard-run,
But that they wou'd have presently digged me
Out with their tongues.
Duke. Faith, Philidor,
'Tis no news to me; for I have known thee
From sixteen at this course of life. What, and these
Children were all your bastards, and your nurses
Coming to dun you for money?
Phil. Something of that's in it, I think, sir.
Duke. Well, coz, I'll leave thee to thy wildness; a fitter
Companion much for thee than I at this time.
Phil. Why, sir, I hope nothing has happened
To trouble you?
Duke. No, no;
My grief, alas! is far beyond express;
To tell it to a friend can't make it less. [Exit.
Phil. Wou'd I were at the wars again: I fear
No sword half so much as the tongue of one
Of these nurses; and the youling of th' children
Are more dismal to my ears than the groans
Of dying men in a battle. I am
At this time in law with six or seven
Parishes about fath'ring of bastards;
Tis very fine truly! and yet me thinks
'Tis a hard case that I should be sued for
Multiplying the world,
Since death makes bold with bastards,
As well as other children. The very picture
Of a nurse and child in her arms wou'd fright
Me now. O, from that sight deliver me!
Enter Nurse and Child as he is going out.
Ha! and here they come: pox on't, what luck have
I after saying my prayers? it shall be a
Fair warning to me; now am I started
Again, and must go run t'other course. [Offers to run away.
1st Nurse. 'Squire Philidor, 'Squire Philidor!
[She runs after him.
Phil. How deaf
Am I now! 'tis well I know this by-way
To avoid her.
Enter Second Nurse and meets him.
Ha! S'death, another?
The devil appearing here too?
2d Nurse. O my proper
Young 'squire, stay, stay, d'ye hear, sir?
Phil. No, indeed, won't I. Yet I know one way
More to avoid them.
Enter Third Nurse.
Ha! another coming
Here too? Nay then, I find I am in hell,
Before I thought I shou'd. What will become
Of me now?
3d Nurse. O 'squire, I thought I should
Never have spoken with your worship.
Phil. No, by this
Light, shou'd you not, if I could have holp it. [Aside.
1st Nurse. I wonder, 'squire, at your conscience, t'avoid
Your pretty babes as you do.
Phil. So, now it
Begins, I am like to have sweet music
From the comfort of these nurses' tongues.
1st Nurse. Saving your presence, sir, I think here are
Three as sweet babes as ever sucked teat,
And all born within the year too, besides
Three more that your worship has in our street.
Phil. A very hopeful generation! sure,
This was a great nut year![73]
Well, if all trades fail, I may go
Into some foreign plantation, where
They want people, and be well paid for my
Pains: wou'd I were there now!
1st Nurse. Codge, codge,
Dos a laugh upon a dad? In conscience, sir,
The child knows your worship.
Phil. A very great comfort!
1st Nurse. My young master here is as like your worship
As e'er he can look; has your tempting eyes
To a hair: I cou'd not choose but smile
To myself t'other day; I was making him clean
About the secrets, to see that[74] God had sent him
In a plentiful manner; it put me half
In mind of your worship. I am sure I
Have been at double the expense of other
Nurses, in eating choice meat, to make my
Milk good for my young master, because I
Would not spoil the growth of any one of his
Members.
2d Nurse. Nay, for that, neighbour, I have ate
As good, or better, meat than you, every day
In the week: I never touch'd a bit of
Salt meat, for fear of spoiling my child's blood.
Phil. Considering how well 'tis born. [Aside.
3d Nurse. Nay, neighbours, for that I have been at greater
Charge than either of you, in choice diets,
To breed good milk for my young mistress here.
1st Nurse. You lie.
2d Nurse. You are a quean.
1st Nurse. And you're a whore.
Marry, your husband is the notedest
Cuckold in all our street.
2d Nurse. You lie, you jade,
Yours is a greater.
Phil. Hiss! Now for a battle
Royal.
1st Nurse. If I lay the child out of my
[Lay their children down, and fight.
Arms, I'll pull off your head-clothes, you—
Carrion!
2d Nurse. Marry, come, if thou durst.
Phil. 'Tis best for me to be a coward,
And march off from this bloody fight.
All Nurses. Hold, hold, the 'squire is going away.
Phil. So, nothing could have parted them this three
Hours, but the fear of losing me. [Aside.
1st Nurse. What, wou'd
Your worship have left us without paying us
For nursing your children? you have a conscience,
With a pox to you!
Phil. So, now will they end
Their war in vollies of shot upon me.
I have but one thing now to do. With ev'ry
One of these hags have I been forc'd to lie,
Which they took as satisfaction for payment
For two months' nursing. Perhaps, rather
Than they will have it known to one another,
They'll hold their tongues and leave me?
Well, my three sweet harmonious nurses, what is due to you?
1st Nurse. Due! why, there was twelve months
Due for nursing; 'tis true, two months your squireship
Satisfied me for.
2d Nurse. And me too.
3d Nurse. And me
Likewise.
Phil. Harkye, if you will not be gone,
I'll tell.
1st Nurse. No, marry, won't I, till I have
My money.
2d Nurse. Don't think to fright me, but pay me.
3d Nurse. I fear you not; pay me my money.
Phil. Pox on't, 'twill not do, I must try another
Way.—Boy, was the wolf fed to-day?
Boy. No, sir.
Phil. Go fetch him quickly, to dine with these ladies.
[Exeunt Nurses.
So! I thought I should set them going. He!
The devil, they have left the children behind them.
This was a very cunning device of mine.
Now am I in a pretty condition. Troth, a
Very noble Anabaptist progeny!
For the devil a one of these were ever
Christen'd; for I have run so much upon
Tick to the parsons for christening of
Children, that now they all refuse to make
Any bastards of mine a Christian
Without ready money; so that I'll have
This boy bred up a parson, that he may
Christen himself and the rest of his sisters
And brothers. What shall I do, when these infants,
Begin to be hungry, and youl for th' teat?
O, that a milk-woman wou'd come by now!
Well, I must remove my flock from hence. Small
Coal, small coal, will you buy any small coal?
Pox on it. I could never light of any
But fruitful whores. Small coal, small coal! [Exit.