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Enter Prorex in his Gorget &c. Varletti
Pro
we shall have stormes Varletti, kpe thy Tent
some musick there, & whilst we tread a march
dance thow a measure. but wt papers that
the plotforme of some Battaile, thow art still
medling wt h danger,

Varl
Theres no [safety] bullwark like it: weare ner so safe as when in sight of danger.
It ministers occasion to shon it
this tho's a slite request I wood intreat
yor highnes hand to ere the Batailes Ioind
'bout setling my estate, heres pen & Ink sr.

Pro:
And hears my hand. thy shoulder—and yet staye
first let me se if it be worth my signeing
& thy receveinge, to mary wt h my sister.
slite one Indeed.—but hast thow ner a wife

Varl.
yes my good lord—but know—

Pro.
I may dispence
wt h such slite Tryvialls, hast got her consent

Varl.
neither my Lord—but

Pro.
but thow knowst our will
must be her law & ther fore—

Varl.
now tis done Lor

Pro.
I thinke the penns not willing to the Mach
twonot cast Inke, no matter my Varletti
for beare till I have conquerd the Barrons
& then wc h will ad «mo»re vnto thine Honor
Ile have e'm all vnder there hands subscribe
both thy divorce & mariage.

Enter Capt Iordan
Varl.
yow much Honor me

Pro.
Ile do the Right Varletti—now thy news—

Capt
my Lord the Barons strangly penitent
Humbly Intreat

pro.
pece do not flatter me
Barranns intreat

Capt.
[humbly]/[submissive] vpon there knees,

pror
knees they have None, at Least like Elephants
none that will Bend, no not to Iove him selfe,

Capt.
to yow they do tho

Varl.
if to one offs tis no matter wc h, I looke the liker a Tyrant
of the Two, but go admit em youle
be too mild give me yor crowne Agen,

Enter all Barrons in shirts night caps & Halters
Pro.
Olimpus sunck old Atlas on his knees

Varl.
a plot a plot, [tis one of]/[I smell old] Archibalds.

Pro
why how now Lords? what is yor warlik march
turnd to a chamber maske, wt new web of tresonn
isith lombe now. troe.

Varl.
[quick shutle monger, the conceit come I know thy workmanship]
[& dee here se that it Be a good one: or.—]

Arch
Do not mistake me Lords, old Tom Cannot Desemble, thinke it
nether cowardize, nor desperate madnes, but resolvd
Vallor & well advizd Iugment, for haveing tryed & found
yor nature rather disposd to mercy then Tyrannye, to avoyd a
generall ruyne I have by pollicy Brought in thes Rebells.

Pro.
a pr.ty change, both strange & vnexpected

Varl.
How can it chose ist not Tom Archibalds: he has a quiver full of em,

Conon.
Humbly Intreateing that our trespass cause not
our cuntryes [ruyne]/[bondage], nor the poore comon's Ruyne

Deuon
[And for our selves, so we admire thy Valour]
[in thy fre pardon of our fformer treason,]
out
[make vs thy bondmens drudges slaves thy horse boyes drudges.]
[Any thing Servile]

Varl.
[thow shalt be my page, rosyn my sticks & string my fidles, a squirs place I can tell the]

Pro.
Rise trew harted Britaines
men of yor corage Dare not Desemble rise

Conon.
most gratious conqueror, both our hands & harts
are at yor service

Pro.
& my sword at yours
& for an ernest all taxationns
save Cesars Tribut we take off, yor Lawes
customes & antient Charters we Restore

ōes
Britaine is Blest in such a conqueror

Pro.
but Rome more Honourd in such fe«o»daryes.
as dare check vice, sat in Cesars throne

Varl.
They red a musick lecture vpon me

Pro
didt not show well twas one of Archibald

Varl
[trew] why so I say had it come from Any man but hym
now to my suite my Lord

Pro.
& well remembred
it fitts the Tyme. Now reconciled Lords
in signe all antient grevances are cancelld
some pen & Inke, altho we might comannd
& Be obayd: yet we request yor hands
to new condicionns & to Assertaine yw.
theres no deceit, or fraudulent purpose in e'm
theres our hand first

Varl.
Ile be yor deske my Lord.

Conon.
Nay now the vnicorne has dipt his horne in the Brook, the heard
may drink frely & never fere poisen. thers myne

Deu:
& myne

Elid
& myne

Pro.
Tom Archibald the last

Archb.
In place my Lord, but first in Love & Dutye, give me the Penn.

Varl.
quickly old Tom tis for my private good

Arch.
Ist so sr. nay then—I am afraid tis for the publique [good]/[Hurte]. yow
know me I am plaine Tom & cannot Desemble,

Varl.
nay nay we know that, already come quickly thy hand, the desk will go
nere to crack else—

Pro.
I I thy hand—

Arch.
my hand? I have a coople my Lord. but they are both blinde—pray
out
therefore give myne Ey Leave to see, & tell em wt they subscribe,
they may aswell out of blinde Ignorance, in stead of fredome,
signe to the whole kingdomes slaverye

Pro.
do yow suspect our Love then?

Arch.
no my Leige nor to be plaine giue too much Credit toote, the rather
cause it, concernes his privat good.

Varl.
why dost not thou Love

Arch
to abvse yow wt h all my hart, I am old Tom and canot Desemble

Varl
a very prety one

Conon.
How cann it chose it is old Archibalds

Varl.
but[nd] one of the worst that ever I hard come from him

Arch
& since Has Lent me eyes I wood weare em in there Right plaes
my head, & not like the Lamie in my pocket. & make myne ere
my eye to follow other by the noise

Pro.
Are yow so coning?

Varl.
[a smoake dryed Mackerill, seeres & derides yow to yor face]

Conon.
[Set downe] to thy hand old Tom the kings displeasd

Arch.
Let him be pleasd againe then, set my hand to Blancks & Blinde
charters. not I: tho yow Like spaniells fawne for a litle fredome,
I scornt, Infants vnborne shall never cry out & curse, old Toms
hart for setting his hand to the Generall Ruyne, [torture me,]
[teare me, rack me, roast me, boile me in scalding Lead bake]
[me in Brimston Ixions whele, Sisiphus Stone, Prometheus]
[vulture, Phalleris bull]

Varl
[& Miloes ox stop thy throat]

Pro.
Are yow resolute: for his contempt
we heare disrobe him of all atributes
Honors & titles of gentility
& charge yow vpon paine of our displeasure
yow be not seene wt hin ten Miles of Court
he that writes, sends our but confers wt h the
shares in thy sentence se our will per formde

Arch.
I thank yow gratious sr:. thes 60 winters
Iu'e worne golden fetters, rowd and tugd
An oare ithe state gally. now I am ffree
I [a] humbly thank yr highnes & wt h the scole boy Say
gratias great sr. yave given me Leave to playe.

Varl.
so Phalleris Bull go chew the cud go—& now may it please
yor highnes: shew thes my Honorable freinds wt they subscribd—

Pro.
wt h all my hart, and yet twere far more honor
to hav't confirmd in a full [parlament]/[Senate] first

Varl.
And so twere too, but I ha not the virtue of Abstinence in me.

Pro.
Read then my Lords, had old Tom Archibald
knowne the contents he would ha ben the first

Conon
troth that he wood. but is yor highnes in Ernest

Varl.
do yow not see his hand toot, it cost me some Labour I confes
& much art to work him toot. but Exitus acta probat the end ***s all—how do yow like it Lords

amb. [Deu]
Exceeding well

Varl
troth Ime bownd vnto yow, pray my Lords read it

Conon
It is fully decreed & absolutely concluded by the Prorex of
Britaine & Lord Barrons of the same, that signior Varletti
shall forth wt h be—be—

Varl.
Maryed to the kings sister Honoria. nay out wt h it, there
wilbe work for Bells & Boonefyers I can tell yw.

Conon.
That there will in trothe, that Varletti be forthwt h banisht
the court & dureing the Prorex pleasure confynd

Varl.
Mery mistake in troth my Lords, but I canot blame yow
pray let me read it

Pro.
on thy Life touch it not, go se it proclaimde

Elid
Ile put on Wings & fly & this make not work for bells &
boone fyres Blame me.—

Ext
Varl.
stay art thow mad, sure yow mistooke the paper sr.

Pro.
I thinck I did too, but willingly mistooke it.
why thow [base]/[high] mynded, but Low merited pesant
hast thow a wife, noble & virtuous
I but one sister & she trewly chast
& darst thow tympanied wt h a litle Honor
once motion Mariage

Varl.
my most gratious Lord

Pro.
out fawneing parasite & graceles varlet
Empty Impertinent, one of fortunes fooles
[[seest]/[canst] thow not [se]/[yet] how she has flattered the]
[wt h gawds & golden apples full of smoake]
[vp to the very Zenith of her whele]
[how she has fed & dandled the wt h ffavours]
[given the thy fill of Honor Title office]
[& all the various delicacyes on Earth]
[& now thow scornst the gods in thy Excesse]
[she hurles the Headlong to the Antipodes.]
thow knowst thy sentence, come not nere the court
thy life we lend the.

Varl.
[Ile]/[scorne not] thank the fort
but tis a Maxim. such as like me aspier
to tread on starrs, wt h Phaeton ride in fier

Ext
Conon.
patience great sr. twas one of Archibalds, but Exitus acta probat the end crowns all.—
Ware that old lad, but here to laugh a litle

Pro.
he was to rashe, he wood not giue his blessings
Enter. Gerald
season to growe & Ripen In, but pluck e'm
in the grene Bud, whose that yong [Geraldine]. Claridon?
wellcome to court, we are sorry for yor loss
how does yor mother law the noble countess

Ger.
Like a good bowle ill turnd, she ronns quite from the Byass of
her Sexe, and as the fooleishe girle that got a rizeing in the Kydneys
wt h eating of Lamb stone forswore all mutton for a twelf month & a
daye, so she for the death of my father, have for sworne all mankinde
for Terme of life, & has maryed her self to Vesta's monastary

Pro.
A noble course & a Religious

Ger.
do, but se how she has disposd of her transitoryes & yowle swere it

Pro.
she has conferd her whole estate on yow.
wt hout condicion, gift nor legacy to be Ducted

Conon.
a good mother law.

Ger
Is she not my Lord? wood yor son & heire had [one]/[half a dozen] no worse,

Pro:
ffor her sake & yor owne, & his thats dead, wole giue yow Honor.

Ger
As much honor as yow please, but no office & yow Love me, for I
Being a wild yong heire, [& none of the wisest, nether, «w»oold] be
haveing more wealth than ether heale or wit to manage it

wold be

(Marginal note)

Imagind I bought it, And some of the Court wits would ex officio
beg me & the fooles paradice myne office over myne eres. fut
I remember my fathers case concerneing the Champeon &

Pro.
we do not meane to trouble yow wt h any

ther fere no office I be sech yr mt e

(Marginal note)

yor first Imployment shalbe to observe
Varletti newly Banisht from the Court

Ger.
Varletti? is that Alamyre, [&] solfade out of the Court gamoth
I owe him a good turne for a Cort curtesy he did my father,

Pro.
pay him home now then, hees in suspect for treasonn,
bait hookes to cach hym vrge his Bannishment
point at revenge, & if yow chance to scatter
in draweing of em on, som thing like treason,
yow have comission fort, but Be not too bolde,

Ger
I warne yow my Lord, I have had a monstrous mynd to speake
treason of a litle one, I have whisperd & whistled it to my shadow
in private, & now I have comi«s»ion to speke it Viva voce,
a fore company yor highnes could not have done me an honr
like it, never a noble Britaine her Loves me

ōes
we all love & Honor yw.

Ger.
no the king I thank him has honord me Inough: onely if yow Love me
do me one curtesy

Conon.
It must Be a strange one

Ger.
no no, a very comō one since the Romans came in, onely to beg my
Lands & liveings while I am in the state of a trew [man]/[subiect]

Conō
[yar no traitor yet]/[why do yow intend to be a trayter]

Ger.
I am Inioynd [& do fully pur pose] to speake treason & then som roman will begy«l» my
Lands & my life too, [&] whether I [do] speake treason or no, if they do but
say I did, theyle ha my life & be but fer Love off my Lands,

& I wold once
(cheat a bagarly Romane & I had but the
wit toot

(Marginal note)

Pro
So we conceive yw get a pardon drawne
so yor offence be onely verball &
growe not by act of treason we will signe it

Ger.

theres som signe of Love in that yet; the plowman may whistle
the shepherd hoope & the Huntsma Hollow there harts out, but if [OMITTED]
teache em not all to speake treason, hang me wt h my pardon
about my neck, [when it] Ile go & get it drawne prsently—

Ext.
Pro.
Thow needst noe tutor, now my Honourd lords
we have in our Iust sentence on Varletti
& tryall of old Archibalds Alleageance
troubled yor expectacōns, but Tyme
shall make all clere, & teach me so much Art
hence forthe to throw our favours one Desert

Conon
yave Drawne the fforme of a rare prsident
but for old Archibald

Pro.
no more of him
to save the head we [may well wound]/[hazard but] a limb.