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Scæna 2.
Enter Charaloys, Baumont.Bau.
I grieue for the distaste, though I haue manners.
Your Lordship and Romont.
Cha.
I loue a friend,
So long as he continues in the bounds
Prescrib'd by friendship, but when he vsurpes
Too farre on what is proper to my selfe,
And puts the habit of a Gouernor on,
I must and will preserue my liberty.
But speake of something, else this is a theame
I take no pleasure in: what's this Aymeire,
Whose voyce for Song, and excellent knowledge in
The chiefest parts of Musique, you bestow
Such prayses on?
Bau.
He is a Gentleman,
(For so his quality speakes him) well receiu'd
Among our greatest Gallants; but yet holds
His maine dependance from the young Lord Nouall:
Some trickes and crotchets he has in his head,
As all Musicians haue, and more of him
I dare not author: but when you haue heard him,
I may presume, your Lordship so will like him,
That you'l hereafter be a friend to Musique.
Cha.
I neuer was an enemy to't, Baumont,
Nor yet doe I subscribe to the opinion
Of those old Captaines, that thought nothing musicall,
But cries of yeelding enemies, neighing of horses,
Clashing of armour, lowd shouts, drums, and trumpets:
Nor on the other side in fauour of it,
Affirme the world was made by musicall discord,
Or that the happinesse of our life consists
In a well varied note vpon the Lute:
I loue it to the worth of it, and no further.
But ler vs see this wonder.
Bau.
He preuents my calling of him.
Aym.
Let the Coach be brought
Enter Aymiere.
To the backe gate, and serue the banquet vp:
My good Lord Charalois, I thinke my house
Cha.
To haue meanes,
To know you better, sir, has brought me hither
A willing visitant, and you'l crowne my welcome
In making me a witnesse to your skill,
Which crediting from others I admire.
Aym.
Had I beene one houre sooner made acquainted
With your intent my Lord, you should haue found me
Better prouided: now such as it is,
Pray you grace with your acceptance.
Bau.
You are modest.
Aym.
Begin the last new ayre.
Cha.
Shall we not see them?
Aym.
This little distance from the instruments
Will to your eares conuey the harmony
With more delight.
Cha.
Ile not consent.
Aym.
Y'are tedious,
By this meanes shall I with one banquet please
Two companies, those within and these Guls heere.
Song aboue.
Musique and a Song, Beaumelle within—ha, ha, ha.
Cha.
How's this? It is my Ladies laugh: most certaine
When I first pleas'd her, in this merry language,
She gaue me thanks.
Bau.
How like you this?
Cha.
'Tis rare,
Yet I may be deceiu'd, and should be sorry
Vpon vncertaine suppositions, rashly
To write my selfe in the blacke list of those
I haue declaym'd against, and to Romont.
Aym.
I would he were well of—perhaps your Lordship
Likes not these sad tunes, I haue a new Song
Set to a lighter note, may please you better;
'Tis cal'd The happy husband.
Cha.
Pray sing it.
Song below. At the end of the Song, Beaumelle within.
Beau.
Ha, ha, 'tis such a groome.
Doe I heare this, and yet stand doubtfull?
Exit Chara.
Aym.
Stay him I am vndone,
And they discouered.
Bau.
Whats the matter?
Aym.
Ah!
That women, when they are well pleas'd, cannot hold,
But must laugh out.
Enter Nouall Iu. Charaloys, Beaumely, Bellapert.
Nou.
Helpe, saue me, murther, murther.
Beau.
Vndone foreuer.
Cha.
Oh, my heart I
Hold yet a little—doe not hope to scape
By flight, it is impossible: though I might
On all aduantage take thy life, and iustly;
This sword, my fathers sword, that nere was drawne,
But to a noble purpose, shall not now
Doe th'office of a hangman, I reserue it
To right mine honour, not for a reuenge
So poore, that though with thee, it should cut off
Thy family, with all that are allyed
To thee in lust, or basenesse, 'twere still short of
All termes of satisfaction. Draw.
Nou.
I dare not,
I haue already done you too much wrong,
To fight in such a cause.
Cha.
Why, darest thou neyther
Be honest, coward, nor yet valiant, knaue?
In such a cause come doe not shame thy selfe:
Such whose bloods wrongs, or wrong done to themselues
Could neuer heate, are yet in the defence
Of their whores, daring looke on her againe.
You thought her worth the hazard of your soule,
And yet stand doubtfull in her quarrell, to
Venture your body.
Bau.
No, he feares his cloaths, more then his flesh
Cha.
Keepe from me: garde thy life,
Or as thou hast liu'd like a goate, thou shalt
Dye like a sheepe.
Since ther's no remedy
They fight, Nouall is slaine.
Despaire of safety now in me proue courage.
Cha.
How soone weak wrong's or'throwne! lend me your hand,
Beare this to the Caroach—come, you haue taught me
To say you must and shall: I wrong you not,
Y'are but to keepe him company you loue.
Is't done? 'tis well. Raise officers, and take care,
All you can apprehend within the house
May be forth comming. Do I appeare much mou'd?
Bau.
No. sir.
Cha.
My griefes are now, Thus to be borne
Hereafter ile finde time and place to mourne.
Exeunt.
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