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Enter Duke, L. Raymond at one doore: Duchesse, Dorilus bare before her, leaning on his shoulder and giuing much grace vnto him.
Musicke.
Dor.
Sir, I haue a suite to you.

Duke.
Speake it.

Dor.
To know this Gentleman, and if not for my sake,
For his owne to grace him, he has deseru'd it.

Duke.
He has.

Dorilus kneeles, the Duke draws his sword and runs it in his bosome.
Iul.
O my deare brother.

Dor.
What do you meane Sir.

Duke.
Away with her to prison, and let her father,
And her brother both be turn'd out of the Court.
Lord Raymond, be it your charge to see it done.

Exit.
Ray.
Vnwillingly I obey you; O my hart dances,
And tun'd vnto so many ioyes, it beates
My bloud about me into euery part,
That I grow yong againe; Alas good Lady,
Why do you weepe? these teares were well becomming
If you had any crime to wash away,
But you are cleere as heauen; then beare your selfe
As confident and shining, that stands vnshaken,
When men speake blasphemie and throw vp curses:
Beware sweet Princesse, your too zealous care,
Exprest in the behalfe of your firme friend,
May be by some informing Eare snatcht vp,
And carryed to the Duke, which wud pile high,
And heighten vp the mountaine of his wrath.

Dor.
Let it be so, and let that mountaine fall,
And all the world, with his displeasure on me,
But hidden in the ruine, yet at last
It is my comfort, I shalbe found my selfe.

Ray.
What a well built castle is a cleare Conscience?
No Batterie, no Inuasion stirres it,
When a guiltie on, is like a Spiders web,
Shooke with the motion of each little flye.
What helpe there lies in me much iniur'd Lady,
Assure your selfe of it, as if your owne heart
Had the powre to worke it.

Enter a Guard.
Dor.
I shud wrong much noblesse to thinke otherwise.

Ray.
See Madame, here's a Guard vpon you.

Dor.
They are welcome.

Ray.
So, the diuell when he meaneth to seduce,
Puts on an Angels shape, who doth not know.
How to dissemble, must not thinke to grow
Or prosper in his purpose. In this plot
Enuie alone is not exprest, but hot
Vntameable desires, which flame so hie;
One mischiefe must another satisfie,
I loue, faire Iulia, and there was no way
How to obtaine, but bringing to decay
The greatnes of the Princesse; miserie
Will burst the strongest barre of Chastitie.
She come.

Enter Iulia.
Iul.
Where is my wretched Mistresse?

Ray.
Alas, shee is lost, and those that seeke her,
Must be companions of her miserie.
Therefore be wise faire Iulia, and forget her;
Thou art as faire as she, as excellent;
And I that rule the Duke do thinke so.

Iul.
What meanes this?

Ray.
The meaning is like him, that vtters it,
Plaine and sincere, to make thee Mistresse
Of all the happinesse which thou canst wish;
As she whom I create shall stand aboue,
And laugh at the calamities of others:
Looke not vpon my haires, I'm not so old
But I can kisse thee into Action,
Infuse a breath into you through your Eare,
Shall call a flaming blush into your cheeke,
And turne this spring-tide of your teares to fire,
Or change 'hem into blood, and strike 'hem inward,
To incite a heate as sensuall as the same
That did beget you.

Iul.
I am vncapable of this ill language:
But suppose I were (my Lord) as you esteeme me,
Is this a time, when my heart's full of sorrow,
Ready to breake for their vnfortunate fates,
To giue admittance to so loathed a fact,
That neuer coud be tempted in the height
Of festiuals: and all the soothing flatteries
Trust vp in vowes and glories of a Court.

Ray.
Why? I will giue you libertie to thinke,
To ponder on it for a little time;
For I wud rather Loue should make thee mine
Then Violence or Feare. Consider of it
Without delayes, returne me absolute:
I am not like your dull cold Englishman,
That can attend his Mistresse a whole day,
A weeke, a month, a yeare, yet checke his blood,
And when it shud haue vent to burst in fire,
He weepes out in water. The Sunne burnes
Not outward, as my blood within, passions beate
So thicke and short, they make my entrailes sweate.
But for a while I leaue you, thinke and be wise.
Exit Ray.

Iul.
Tis wisdome to conceale what I do thinke,
And truth to call thee villaine: O we are
Ruin'd all of vs are ruin'd,

Enter Bernard.
Bern.
Yonder she is, and weeping—
Who will not be in loue with sorrow, while it takes vp
Her dwelling in that face, it is a question?
Whether smiles more adorne that cheeke then teares.

Iul.
O worthy Sir, how does my brother?

Bern.
Well, donnot you'feare it Lady.

Iul.
Why doe you leaue him?

Ber.
To comfort you that haue more need of it,
For he sits vp and laughs at miserie,
Enter Fred.
With hope to out liue it which is fortitude
Fitting a noble spirit.

Fred.

Fortune my foe why dost thou frowne on me, &c.
A good voyce is a perpetuall comfort to a man, he shall
be sure he cannot want a Trade. Yonder's Madam Iulia,
and the Italian Doctor administring, they looke
like a couple of Tragedians in the fourth Act, out of
countenance. Right Worshipfull, Charitable, most
Bountifull and well disposed, please you to looke vpon
the Estate of a poore decayed Lord, blowne out of the
bosome of good Fortune, vnto the backe side of mens
Bounties, from whence a sweete gale of good will may
arise to blow mee out of the dead sea of want and despaire,
into the happy Hauen of good harbor, where I
may lie at rest from hunger and cold, bound vnto you
in the bed-rolle of beneuolence, which howsoeuer small
a pittance it shall be, in this ebbe of aduersitie, it shalbe
returned treble to you againe in the next tyde of prosperitie
—Sweet Madame,

Ex. Ber. & Iul.
Why here is the right fashion of the world,
To turne the backside to a man that has no money?
They are gone to wash away griefe in salt water,
I meane to drowne it in good Claret.
Enter Smi.
O curteous fortune that hath sennt me a Companion.
Smirke, how dost thou chicken? come hold vp thy head,
And let's see the dismalitie of thy Countenance,
The dolefull dumps that therein do appeare,
The Knobbles of aduersitie and Fate. Hum.—

Smir.
Oh, Oh.

Fre.
What Oh? where lies the Crampe?

Smir.
Oh, Oh.

Strikes his breast.
Fre.
With that the moody squire thumpt his breast,
And rear'd his eyes to heauen for reuenge.
Speake sweet Ieronimo.

Smir.
First take my tongue, and afterward my heart.

Fre.
Good both being out, now let vs haue the Story.

Smir.
Kickt with disgrace, and turn'd out of the Court
Both to the guard and blacke guard made a sport.

Fre.
Excellent Smirke.

Smi.
To Landresses and Lackies made a scorne,
And to all other people quite forlorne.

Fre.
One, time more, and I will crowne thee Fennar Lawriate.

Smir.
The Carters, Colliers, and the Carriers curst me
The Porters puld me, and the Pages purc't me.

Fre.
Why this tis to be a squire Smirke before your time
And your boy to be a Gentleman before you haue him.

Smir.

O that I had bin so happy to haue liu'd and cleft
wood i'the countrey, preacht at the Buttery barre vnto
the Ploughmen, and there haue vsde my authoritie in
Folio, when all the seruants of the house shud be drunke
at midnight, Cum Priuilegio.

Fre.
I, those were certaine dayes, but what wut thou do now?

Smir.
Learne to winde whipcord, and go hang my selfe.

Fre.
But where didst thou leaue my father?

Smi.
I left him condoling with two or three of his friends
At the signe of the Lamentation.

Enter Callow and Ranoff.
Fre.
The Salutation thou meanst.

Smi.
In the Salutation one way, and the Lamentation
The tother—Here comes more abuse.

Cal.
Me thinkes sirrah, since my tongue brake loose,
I take an infinite pleasure in't, how thinkes thou?

Ran.
Your Lordship talkes wondrous current,
For your word will go before many a mans bond.

Cal.
It shall run before any mans bond for a wager.
My honourable Lord, how does the great Dutchesse,
Your sister?

Ran.
And the good Earle your father.

Cal.

With the rest of your kindred and acquaintance
that bore the Court before 'hem.

Ran.

I hope a man may court his Mistresse now without
a Patent from your honor.

Fre.
I hope a man may cracke your pipkin Pate,
And cut your necke of Mutton into Steakes,
If you will not be quiet, ye brace of wicker bottles.

Ran.
Wicker Bottles! he cals vs wicker bottles.

Fre.
I and mustie ones.

Cal.
And mangie ones to, are we not?

Fre.

Yes, euery thing that's troublesome and stinkes
you are.

Cal.
Ha, ha, prithee laugh at him.

Ran.
I, we will laugh at him, but let vs goe,
For the fellow is desperate, and perhaps may beate vs;
Such people feare no law.

Cal.
Hang him, hee dares not within the confines of the Court.

Ran.
I, but we may talke our selues out of the liberties,
And then he may beate vs without the confines.
Yet if he did, twere all one to me, for I can
Endure a beating as well as another man,
Custome's another Nature: but yet I wud we were gone.

Cal.

Why, come then lets goe backe againe? For my

owne part, I donnot care for quarrelling: here wee may
be bold, though my Lord, I haue a poore sister I wud
prefer to cut your Honors toes.

Ran.

And I haue a proiect, if it please your Honor to
set it on foote, it may make a great many of vs ride a
horsebacke.

Fre.
O that the place were not priuiledg'd.

Smir.
I, and the place were not priuiledg'd.

Fre.
Why? what wudst thou doe?

Smir.
Let 'hem alone, and laugh at 'hem.

Fre.
Why, gramercy Smirke, thou hast instructed me.
A my conscience I shud now do so.

Smir.
Yet he he gaue me a bob i'the proiect.

Fre.
Why? hast thou any thing to do with proiects?

Smi.

Yes, I was to prefer one for putting downe Pigs
i'the Faire time.

Fre.

How? putting down Pigs, prythy let's heare that?

Smi.

Why, a fellow that will vndertake to finde the
Country people, and the people of the Faire, with good
repast for three pence a meale.

Fre.
How can that be? prythy let's vnderstand?

Smir.
Why Sir, A cook wil vndertake to bake in a pasty
Foure oxen, without Butter corner wise,
Lambe and Mutton in the middle,
All kinde of Fowle on each side,
With their bils lying out to discouer their condition,
With which he wilbe bound to find the fair seuen daies,
And giue the ouerplus to the poore.

Fre.
This is a very prittie one and profitable.

Smir.

Then I haue another, for the crying of small
Beare, from sixe i'the morning, till twelue at noone, for
all that are Barnabie.

Fre.

A most necessary one, and had it bin propounded

when I was a Lord, it shud haue had my countenance.

Smir.

Nay, it wud ha gone forward, for all your high
bloods wud a countenanc'd it, yet it was thought there
was a rich Milke-woman wud a crost it, and haue
brought it to posset drinke i'the winter, and whay i'the
Summer, and the Apothecaries wud haue ioyn'd with
her, to haue clarified it.

Fre.
Not vnlikely. But Smirke, what is your purpose?

Smi.
To stay till the good time, and take a whipping,
With as much resolution as a man may take a whipping

Fre.
Then you looke for the Lash?

Smir.

I donnnot looke for it, because it comes with a
backe blow, and there is no ward for it but Patience.

Fre.
Why thou saist right, and it is manly done,
Not to run from, but to meete affliction.

Smir.

I, but when affliction comes like a Fury, with a
whip in her hand, 'tis a sore matter.

Exeunt.