The Vnnatvrall Combat A Tragedie. The Scaene Marsellis |
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Scœna secunda.
Enter Beaufort jun. Chamont, Lanour.Cham.
Not to be spoke with, say you?
Beauf. jun.
No.
Lan.
Nor you
Admitted to have conference with her?
Beauf. jun.
Neither.
His doores are fast lockd up, and solitude
Dwels round about em, no accesse allow'd
To friend or enemy, but—
Cham.
Nay be not mov'd sir,
Let his passion worke, and like a hot rein'd horse
'Twill quickly tire it selfe.
Beauf. jun.
Or in his death
Which for her sake till now I have forborne
I will revenge the injury he hath done
To my true and lawfull love.
Lan.
How does your father
The Governour rellish it?
Beauf. jun.
Troth he never had
Affection to the match: yet in his pitty
To me, he's gone in person to his house,
Nor will he be denide, and if he finde not
Strong and faire reasons Malefort will heare from him
In a kinde he does not looke for.
Cham.
In the meane time
Pray you put on cheerefull lookes.
Enter Montaigne.
Beauf. jun.
Mine suite my fortune.
Lan.
O heer's Montaigne.
Mont.
I never could have met you
More opportunely. Ile not stale the jest
The malecontent Belgarde, newly rigde up
With the traine that followes him, 'twill be an object
Worthy of your noting.
Beauf. jun.
Looke you the Comedy
Make good the Prologue, or the scorne will dwell
Upon your selfe.
Mont.
I'll hazard that, observe now;
Wenches.
Nay, Captaine, glorious Captaine:
Enter Belgarde in a gallant habit; stayes at the doore with his sword drawne; severall voyces within.
Belg.
Fall backe Rascalls,
Doe you make an Owle of me? this day I will
Receive no more Petitions,
Here are bills of all occasions, and all fires!
If this be the pleasure of a rich suite, would I were
Againe in my buffe jerkin, or my armour,
Then I walk'd securely by my creditors noses,
And not a dog mark'd me, every officer shund me,
And not one lowzie prison would receive me;
But now, as the Ballade sayes, I am turnd gallant:
There does not live that thing I ow a sowse to,
But does torment me, a faithfull Cobler told me
With his awle in his hand, I was behind hand with him
For setting me upright, and bad me looke to my selfe.
A Sempstresse too, that traded but in sockes,
Swore she would set a Serjeant on my backe
For a borrowed shirt: my pay and the benevolence,
The Governour and the States bestow'd upon me,
The citie cormorants, my monie-mongers,
Have swallow'd downe already, they were summes,
I grant, but that I should be such a foole
Against my othe, being a cashir'd Captaine,
To pay debts, though growne up to one and twenty,
Deserves more reprehension, in my judgement,
In a long dead vacation.
Mont.
How doe you like
His meditation?
Chamont.
Peace, let him proceed.
Belg.
I cannot now goe on the score for shame,
And where I shall begin to pawne, I marry,
That is consider'd timely, I paid for
This traine of yours Dame Estridge foureteen crowns,
And yet it is so light, 'twill hardly passe
For a Taverne reckoning, unlesse it be
To save the charge of paynting, naild on a post
For the signe of the feathers; pox upon the fashion,
That a Captaine cannot thinke himselfe a Captaine,
If he weare not this like a fore-horse; yet it is not
Staple commodity; these are perfum'd too,
Of the Roman wash, and yet a stale red herring
Would fill the belly better, and hurt the head lesse:
And this is Venice gold, would I had it againe
In french crownes in my pocket. O you commanders
That like me have no dead pales, nor can couzen
The Commissary at a muster, let me stand
For an example to you, as you would
Injoy your priviledges: videlicet,
To pay your debts, and take your lechery gratis
To have your issue warm'd by others fires,
To be often drunke, and sweare, yet pay no forfeit,
To the poore, but when you share with one another,
With all your other choyce immunities,
Onely of this I seriously advise you:
Let Courtiers trip like Courtiers,
And your Lords of dirt and dung hills mete
Their woods and acres, in velvets, sattins, tissues,
But keepe you constant to cloth and shamois.
Mont.
Flave you heard of such a penitent homily,
Belg.
I am studying now
Where I shall hide my selfe till the rumor of
There is a kinde of a vaulting house not farre off,
Where I us'd to spend my afternoones, among
Suburb shee-gamesters; and yet now I thinke on't
I have crackd a ring or two there, which they made
Others to solder, no,
Enter a Bawd and two wenches, with two children.
1. Wench.
O, have we spide you.
Bawd.
Upon him without ceremonie, nows the time
While he is in the paying veine.
2. Wench.
Save you brave Captaine.
Beauf. jun.
S'light, how she stares, they are worse then she-wolves to him.
Belg.
Shame me not in the streets, I was comming to you.
1. Wen.
O Sir, you may in publique pay for the fidling
You had in private.
2. Wen.
We heare you are full of crownes, Sir.
1. Wen.
And therefore knowing you are open-handed,
Before all be destroyd, I'll put you in mind, Sir,
Of your young heire here.
2. Wen.
Here's a second, Sir,
That lookes for a childs portion.
Bawd.
There are reckonings
For Muskadine and Egs too, must be thought on.
1. Wen.
We have not beene hasty, Sir.
Bawd.
But staid your leasure;
But now you are ripe, and loden with fruit.
2. VVen.
Tis fit you should be puld; here's a boy, Sir,
Pray you kisse him, tis your owne, Sir,
1. Wench.
Nay, buffe this first,
It hath just your eyes, and such a promising nose,
That if the signe deceive me not, in time
Twill prove a notable striker, like his father.
Belg.
And yet you laid it to another.
1. Wen.
True,
While you were poore, and it was policy,
But she that has varietie of fathers,
And makes not choyce of him that can maintaine it,
Nere studied Aristotles Problemes.
A smart queane.
Belg.
Why braches will you whurry me?
2. Wen.
No, but ease you
Of your golden burthen, the heavie carriage may
Bring you to a sweating sicknesse.
Belg.
Very likely,
I foame all ore alreadie.
1. Wen.
Will you come off, Sir?
Belg.
Would I had ne're come on: heare me with patience,
Or I will anger you. Goe to, you know me
And doe not vexe me further: by my sins
And your diseases, which are certaine truthes,
What ere you thinke, I am not master at
This instant, of a livre.
2. Wen.
What, and in
Such a glorious suite?
Belg.
The liker wretched things
To have no mony.
Bawd.
You may pawne your clothes, Sir,
1. Wen.
Will you see your issue starve?
2. Wen.
Or the mothers beg?
Belg.
Why, you unconscionable strumpets, would you have me
Transforme my hat to double clouts and biggins?
My corselet to a cradle? or my belt
To swaddlebands? or turne my cloke to blankets?
Or to sell my sword and spurs for sope and candles?
Have you no mercy? what a chargeable divell
We carry in our breeches?
Beauf. jun.
Now tis time
To fetch him off.
Enter Beaufort sen.
Mont.
Your father does it for us.
Bawd.
The Governour!
Beauf. sen.
What are these?
1. Wen.
And it like your Lordship,
Very poore spinsters.
Bawd.
I am his Nurse and Landresse,
You have nurs'd and lander'd me, hell take you for it.
Vanish.
Cham.
Doe, doe, and talke with him hereafter.
1. Wen.
Tis our best course
2. Wen.
We'll find a time to fit him.
Exit Bawd and Whores.
Beauf. sen.
Why, in this heat, Belgarde
Belg.
You are the cause of't.
Beauf. sen.
Who, I?
Belg.
Yes, your pied liverie, and your gold
Draw these vexations on mee, pray you strip me
And let me be as I was: I will not lose
The pleasures and the fredome which I had
In my certaine povertie; for all the wealth
Faire France is proud of?
Beauf. sen.
Wee at better leasure
Will learne the cause of this.
Beauf. jun.
What answer, Sir,
From the Admirall?
Beauf. sen.
None, his daughter is remov'd
To the fort of Montrevile, and he himselfe
In person fled, but where is not discover'd,
I could tell you wonders, but the time denies mee
Fit libertie. In a word, let it suffice
The power of our great master is contemn'd,
The sacred lawes of God and man prophan'd,
And if I sit downe with this injury,
I am unworthy of my place, and thou
Of my acknowledgement: draw up all the troopes,
As I goe, I will instruct you to what purpose,
Such as have power to punish, and yet spare
From feare, or from connivence, others ill
Though not in act assist them in their will
Exeunt.
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