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Actus Quintus
Scæna Prima.
Enter Lodowicke and Piso.Lod.
This roguy Captaine has made fine work with us.
Piso.
I would the Devill in a storm would carry him
Home to his Garison againe; I ake all over,
That I am sure of; Certainly my body
Is of a wild-fire, for my head rings backward,
Or else I have a morise in my braines.
Lod.
I'le deale no more with souldiers: wel remembred,
Did not the Vision promise to appeare
About this time again?
Piso.
Yes, here he comes:
He's just on's word.
Enter Father.
Fath.
O, they be here together,
Shee's penitent, and by my troth I stagger
Whether (as now she is) either of these
Two fooles be worthy of her; yet because
Her youth is prone to fall againe, ungovern'd,
And marriage now may stay her, one of 'em:
And Piso, since I understand him abler,
Shall be the man; the other beare the charges,
And willingly, as I will handle it.
I have a Ring here, which he shall believe
Is sent him from a woman I have thought of:
But e're I leave it, I'le have one of his
In pawne worth two on't: for I will not loose
By such a messe of sugar-sops as this is:
I am too old.
Lod.
It moves againe, let's meet it.
Fa.
Now if I be not out, we shall have fine sport,
I am glad I have met you Sir, so happily,
You do remember me, I am sure.
Lod.
I doe Sir.
Piso.
This is a short præludium to a challenge.
Fa.
I have a message Sir, that much concerns you,
And for your speciall good; Nay you may heare too.
Piso.
VVhat should this fellow meane?
Fa.
There is a Lady,
(How the poore thing begins to warme already)
Come to this Towne, (as yet a stranger here Sir)
Faire, young, and rich, both in possessions,
And all the graces that make up a woman,
A widow, and a vertuous one: It workes,
He needs no broath upon't.
Lod.
VVhat of her Sir?
Fath.
No more but this; she loves you.
Lod.
Loves me?
Fa.
Yes.
And with a strong affection, but a faire one,
If ye be wise and thankfull, you are made: ther's the whole matter.
Lod.
I am sure I heare this.
Fath.
Here is a Ring Sir, of no little value:
Which after she had seen you at a window,
She bad me hast, and give it, when she blush'd
Like a blown rose.
Lod.
But pray Sir by your leave—
Me thinks your yeares should promise no ill meaning.
Fa.
I am no Bawd, nor cheater, nor a coarser
Of broken-winded women: if you feare me
I'le take my leave: and let my Lady use
A fellow of more forme; an honester
I am sure she cannot.
Lod.
Stay, you have confirm'd me,
Yet let me feele, you are in health.
Fa.
I hope so,
My water's well enough, and my pulse.
Lod.
Then
All may be excellent: pray pardon me;
For I am like a boy that had found money,
Afraid I dreame still.
Piso.
Sir, what kind of woman?
Of what proportion is your Lady?
Lod.
I,
Fa.
I'le tell you presently her very picture,
Do you know a woman in this towne they call,
Stay, yes, it is so, Lelia?
Piso.
Not by fight.
Fa.
Nor you Sir?
Lod.
Neither.
Fa.
These are precious Rogues
To raile upon a woman they never saw;
So they would use their Kindred.
Piso.
We have heard though
She is very faire and goodly.
Fa.
Such another,
Just of the same complexion, making, speech,
But a thought sweeter is my Lady.
Lod.
Then
Shee must be excellent indeed.
Fa.
Indeed she is,
And you will finde it so; you do beleeve me?
Lod.
Yes marry do I, and I am so alter'd—
Fa.
Your happinesse will alter any man.
Do not delay the time Sir: at a house
Where Don Valasco lay, the Spanish Signior
(Which now is Signieur Angelos) she is.
Lod.
I know it.
Fa.
But before you shew your selfe,
Let it be night by all meanes, willingly
By day she would not have such gallants seene
Repair unto her 'tis her modesty.
Lod.
I'le goe and fit my selfe.
Fa.
Doe, and be sure
You send provision in, in full abundance,
Fit for the marriage; for this night I know
Shee will be yours: Sir, have you never a token
Of worth to send her backe againe? you must,
Shee will expect it.
Lod.
Yes, pray give her this,
And with it all I have; I am made for ever.
Exit Lod.
Piso.
Well, thou hast fooles lucke; should I live as long
As an old oake, and say my prayers hourly
I should not be the better of a penny.
I think the Devill be my ghostly Father;
Upon my conscience I am full as handsome,
I am sure I have more wit, and more performance,
Which is a pretty matter.
Fa.
Do you thinke sir,
That your friend Signeur Piso will be constant
Unto my Lady? you should know him well.
Piso.
Who? Signieur Piso?
Fa.
Yes, the Gentleman.
Piso.
VVhy, you are wide Sir.
Fa.
Is not his name Piso?
Piso.
No, mine is Piso.
Fa.
How?
Piso.
'Tis indeed Sir,
And his is Lodowicke.
Fa.
Then I am undone Sir,
For I was sent at first to Piso; what a rascall
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Piso.
Peace.
There is no harme done yet.
Fa.
Now 'tis too late,
I know my errour:
At turning of a Street,
For you were then upon the right hand of him,
You chang'd your places sudainly: where I
(Like a crosse Block-head) lost my memory:
What shall I do? my Lady utterly
Will put me from her favour.
Piso.
Never feare it,
I'le be thy guard, I warrant thee, O, O,
Am I at length reputed? for the Ring,
I'le fetch it back with a light vengance from him:
Had better keep tame Devills, then that Ring;
Art thou not Steward?
Fa.
No.
Piso.
Thou shalt be shortly
Fa.
Lord how he takes it?
Piso.
I'le go shift me streight;
Art sure it was to Piso?
Fa.
O too sure Sir.
Piso.
I'le mount thee if I live fort,
Give me patience heav'n to be are this blessing I beseech thee;
I am but man; I pre'thee breake my head
To make me understand, I am sensible.
Fa.
Lend me your dagger, and I will Sir.
Piso.
No
I believe now like a good Christian.
Fa.
Good Sir make hast; I dare not go without ye
Since I have so mistaken.
Piso.
'Tis no matter,
Meet me within this halfe houre at St. Margrets.
Well go thy wayes old leg, thou hast the trick on't.
Exit. Piso.
Enter Angilo, and Julio.
Ang.
How now? the newes?
Fa.
Well, passing well, I have 'em,
Both in a leash and made right for my purpose.
Jul.
I am glad on't I must leave you.
Ang.
Whether man?
Jul.
If all go right, I may be fast enough too.
Ang.
I cry you mercie Sir, I know your meaning,
Clora's the woman, she's Francks bedfellow,
Commend me to 'em, and go Julio
Bring 'm to supper all, to grace this matter;
They serve for witnesses.
Ju.
I will, Farewell.
Exit Jul at one dore, & Ang, & Fa, at another.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Clora, Franck, and Fredrick, and Maid.Fred.
Sister, I brought you Jacamo to the doore,
He has forgot all that he said last night:
And shame of that makes him more loath to come,
I left Fabritio perswading him, but 'tis in vaine.
Fra.
Alas my fortune Clora.
Clor.
Now Franck, See what a kind of man you love,
That loves you when hee's drunk; If so
Faith I would marry him; My friends I hope
Would make him drink.
Clor.
'Tis well consider'd Franck, he has such pretty humours then,
Besides being a Souldier, 'tis better he should love
You when hee's drunck, then when hee's sober, for then he
Will be sure to love you, the greatest part on's life.
Fra.
And were not I a happy woman then?
Clor.
That ever was borne Franck. y'faith—
Fred.
How now? what sayes hee?
Enter Fabritio.
Fab.
Faith you may as well tice a dog up with a whip, and bell
As him, by telling him of love and women, he sweares
They mock him.
Fred.
Looke how my Sister weepes.
Fab.
VVhy who can helpe it?
Fred.
Yes, you may safly sweare she loves him.
Fab.
VVhy so I did; and may do all the oathes,
Arithmatique can make, ere he believe me,
And since he was last drunk, he is more jealous
They would abuse him: If we could perswade him
She lov'd, he would embrace it.
Fred.
She her selfe
Shall bate so much of her owne modesty
To sweare it to him; with such teares as now
You see raine from her.
Fab.
I believe 'twould worke,
But would you have her do't i'th open street?
Or if you would hee'le run away from her,
How shall we get him hither?
Fred.
By entreaty.
Fab.
'Tis most impossible, No, If we could
Anger him hither, as ther is no way
But that to bring him; and then hold him fast
Women, and men, whilst she delivers to him the truth
Seal'd with her teares, he would be plaine
As a pleas'd child; he walkes below for me
Under the window.
Clor.
VVee'le anger him I warrant ye,
Let one of the maides take a good bowle of water,
Or say it be a piss-pott, and power't on's head.
Fab.
Content hang me If I like not the cast of it rarely, for no question it,
Is an approv'd receipt to fetch such a fellow
Take all the women-kind in this house, betwixt the age of one,
And one hundred, & let them take unto them a pott or a
Bowle containing seven quarts or upwards, & let them
Never leave, till the above named,
Pott or Bowle become full, then let one of them stretch out
Her arme and power it on his head, add Probatian est, it
VVill fetch him, for in his anger he will run up, & then let
Us alone.
Clor.
Go you and do it.
Exit Maid.
Fra.
Good Clora, no.
Clor.
Away I say & do it; never feare, we have enough of that
Water ready distill'd.
Fra.
Why this will make him mad Fabritio,
Hee'le neither love me drunke, nor sober now.
Fab.
I warrant you: what, is the wench come up?
Enter Wench above.
Clo.
Art thou there wench?
Wench.
I.
Fab.
Looke out then if thou canst see him.
Wench.
Yes I see him, & by my troth he stands so faire I could not
Hold were he my Father; his hat's of too, & he's scratching
His head.
Fab.
O wash that hand I pre'thee.
Wench.
God send thee good luck, this the second time, I have throwne thee
Out to day, ha, ha, ha, just on's head.
Fra.
Alas!
Fab.
What does he now?
Wench.
He gathers stones, God's light, he breakes all the Street windows
Jac.
Whore's Bawdes, your windowes, your windowes.
Wench.
Now he is breaking all the low windowes with his Sword,
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Truely the man takes it patiently; Now he goes downe the Street
Gravely, looking on each side, ther's not one more dare laugh.
Fra.
Does he go on?
Wench.
Yes.
Fra.
Fabritio, you have undone a Maid
(Fran. kneeles.
By treachery; know you some other better,
You would prefer your friend to? If you do not
Bring him againe, I have no other hope,
But you that made me loose hope, If you faile me,
I ne're shall see him, but shall languish out
A discontented life, and dye contemn'd.
Fab.
This vexes me, I pray you be more patient
lift her up
If I have any truth, let what will happen,
I'le bring him presently, Do you all stand
At the Street dore, the Maides, and all, to watth
When I come backe, and have some private place
To shuffle me into, for he shall follow
In fury, but I know I can out run him:
As he comes in, clap all fast hold on him,
And use your owne discretions.
Fred.
Wee will do it.
Fab.
But sudainly for I will bring him hither,
With that unstop'd speed that you shall run over
All that's in's way: and though my life be ventur'd
'Tis no great matter, will do't.
Fra.
I thanke you,
Worthy Fabritio.
Exeunt.
Scæna Tertia
Enter Jacamo.Iac.
I ever knew no woman could abide me,
But am I growne so contemptible, by being once drunke
Amongst 'em, that they begin to throw pisse on my head?
For surely it was pisse huh, huh.
(seeme to smell.
Enter Fabritio.
Fab.
Jacomo, how do'st thou?
Jac.
Well, something troubled with watrish humours.
Fab.
Foh, how thou stinck'st; pre'thee stand further of me
Me things these humours become thee better then thy dry
Chollerick humours, or thy wine-wet humours; ha?
Jac.
You'r pleasant, but Fabrito know I am not in the wood of
Suffering jest.
Fab.
If you be not i'th mood I hope you will not be moody
But truely I cannot blame the Gentlewoman, you stood evesdropping,
Under their window, and would not come up.
Jac.
Sir, I suspect now, by your idle talke
Your hand was in't, which if I once believe,
Be sure you shall account to me.
Fab.
The Gentlewomen and the Maides have counted to you already
The next turne I see is mine.
Jac.
Let me dye but this is very strange; good Fabritio
Do not provoake me so.
Fab.
Provoke you? you'r growne the strongest fellow; ther's no
Keeping company with you, phish; take you that.
Jac.
O all the Devills? stand Slave.
Fab. gives him a box o'th ear sodainly, &c throws him from him, &c goes his waie, whilst Iaca. drawes his Sword.
Fab.
follow me if thou dar'st.
Jac.
Stay coward, stay.—
Jac runnes after Fabritio.
Scæna quarta.
Enter Fred. Fra. Clora. and Servant and MaidClor.
Be ready for I see Fabritio running,
And Jacamo behind him.
Enter Fabritio.
Fab.
Wher's the place.
Fred.
That way Fabritio.
Exit Fab.
Enter Jacamo.
Jac.
Where art thou treacher?
(Fred. Clor, and Maid, lay hold on Jacamo.
What is the matter Sirs?
Why do you hold me? I am basely wrong'd,
Torture, and hell, be with you; let me go.
(they drag him to a chaire and hold him downe in't.
Fred.
Good Iacamo be patient, and but heare
What I can say, you know I am your friend,
If you yet doubt it, by my soule I am.
Iac.
S'death stand away;
I would my breath were poyson.
Fred.
As I have life that which was throwne on you,
And this now done, were but to draw you hither
For causes weighty, that concerne your selfe
Uoid of all malice, which this Maid my Sister
Shall tell you.
Iac.
Puh, a pox upon you all; you will not hold me
For ever here, and till you let me go,
I'le talke no more.
Franck.
As you'r a Gentleman
Let not this boldnesse make me be beleev'd,
To be immodest; If there were a way
More silently to be acquainted with you
God knowes, that I would choose, But as it is
Take it in plainesse: I do love you more
Then you do your content, If you refuse
To pitty me, I'le never cease to weepe,
And when mine eyes be out I will be told
How fast the teares I shed for you do fall,
And if they do not flow abundantly,
I'le fetch a sigh shall make 'em start, and leap,
As if the fire weare under.
Iac.
Fine mocking, fine mocking.
Fred.
Mocking? looke how she weepes.
Iac.
Do's she counterfeit crying too.
Fred.
Behold how the teares flow, or pitty her
Or never more be call'd a man.
Iac.
How's this? soft you, soft you my Masters: Is't possible thinke you,
She should be in earnest?
Clor.
Earnest? I in earnest: she's a foole to breake so many sleepes,
That would have been sound ones, & venture such a face, &
So much life, for ere an humorous asse i'th world.
Fra.
Why Clora? I have knowne you cry as much?
For Julio, that has not halfe his worth,
All night you write and weepe too much I feare
I do but what I should.
Clor.
If I do write
I am answer'd Franck.
Fra.
I would I might be so.
Jac.
Good Fredrick let me go I would faine trye
If that thing do not counterfeit.
Fred.
Give me your Sword then.
Jac.
No, but take my word,
As I am man, I will not hurt a creature
Under this roofe, before I have deliver'd
My selfe, as I am now into your handes,
Or have your full consent.
Fred.
It is enough.
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Gentlwoman, I pray you let me fele your face; I am an
Infidell, if she do not weepe. Stay, wher's my handkerchife?
I'le wipe the old wert off, the fresh teares come, pox on't
I am a handsome, gratious fellow amongst women, and
Knew't not Gentlewoman; how should I know these teares are
For me? Is not your Mother dead?
Fra.
By heaven they are for you.
Iac.
Slight I'le have my head coold, and powderd to morrow
By breake of day; If you love me, I pray you kisse me,
For If I love you, it shall be such love, as I will not be
A sham'd of, If this be a mock—
kisses,
It is the hartiest, and the sweetest mock
That ere I tasted, mock me so againe—
kisse againe
Fred.
Fy Iacamo? why do you let her kneele
So long?
Iac.
It's true I had forgot it
—lift her up,
And should have done this twelve-moneth; pray you rise
Fredrick, If I could all this while have been perswaded she could
Have lov'd me, dost thou thinke I had not rather kisse her
Then another should? and yet you may gull me for ought
I know, but if you do, hell take me If I do not cutt
All your throates sleeping.
Fred.
Oh do not thinke of such a thing.
Jac.
Otherwise, If she be in earnest, the short is I am.
Fran.
Alas, I am.
Iac.
And I did not think it possible any woman
Could have lik'd this face, it's good for nothing, is't?
Clor.
Yes it's worth forty shillings to pawne, being lind almost quite
Through with velvet.
Fra.
'Tis better then your Iulio's.
Iac.
Thou thinkest so,
But otherwise, in faith it is not Franck—
whilst Iacamo is kissing Franck.
Enter Fabritio.
Fab.
Hist Iacamo; How do'st thou Boy? ha?
Iac.
Why very well, I thank you Sir.
Fab.
Do'st thou perceive the reason of matters, and passages,
Yet Sirah, or no?
Jac.
'Tis wondrous good Sir.
Fab.
I have done simply for you, but now you are beatten to some
Understanding, I pray you dally not with the Gentlewoman
But dispatch your Matrimony, with all convenient speed.
Fred.
He gives good counsell.
Jac.
And I will follow it.
Fab.
And I you, prethee do not take it unkindly,
For trust me I boxt thee for thy advancement,
A foolish desire I had to joggle thee into preferment.
Iac.
I apprehend you Sir, & if I can study out a course
How a bastinadoing may any waies raise your fortunes
In the State, you shall be sure on't.
Fab.
Oh Sir keepe your way, God send you much joy.
Clor.
And me my Iulio.
O God I heare his voyce, now he is true,
Have at a marriage Franck, as soone as you—
Exeunt all but Fred.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess.
Sir I would speake with you.
Fred.
What is your hasty busines friend?
Mess.
The Duke commandes your present attendance at Court.
Fred.
The cause?
Mess.
I know not in particular; but this
Many are sent for more, about affaires
Forraigne I take it Sir.
Fred.
I will be there
Within this houre, returne my humble service.
Mess.
I will Sir.
Exit Messenger.
Fred.
Farewell friend, what new's with you?
Enter a Servant
Ser.
My Mistris would desire you Sir to follow
With all the hast you can, she is gon to Church,
To marry Captaine Iacamo, and Iulio,
To do as much for the young merry Gentlewoman,
Faire Mistris Clora.
Fred.
Julio, marry Clora?
Thou art deceiv'd I warrant thee.
Ser.
No sure Sir,
I saw their lips as close upon the bargaine.
As Cockles.
Fred.
Give 'em joy, I cannot now goe,
The Duke hath sent for me in hast.
Ser.
This note Sir: when you are free, will bring you where they are.
Ex.
Fred.
reades.
You shall finde us all at Signeur Angilo's,
Where Piso, and the worthy Lelia
Of famous memory are to be married,
And we not far behinde.
Would I had time
To wonder at this last couple in hell.
Enter Messenger againe.
Mess.
You are staid for Sir.
Fred.
I come, pray God the businesse
Hold me not from this sport, I would not loose it.
Exeunt.
Scæna Quinta.
Enter Father and Servant.Ang.
God give you joy, and make you live together
A happy paire.
Piso.
I do not doubt we shall.
There was never poore Gentleman had such a sodaine fortune,
I could thrust my head betwixt 2. pales, & strip me out of
My old skin like a Snake: will the guests come thou saidst
Thou sentest for to solemnize the Nuptials?
Fa.
They will, I looke for em ere this.
Enter Julio, Jacamo, Fabritio, Franke, Clora.
Iul.
By your leave all.
Fath.
They'r here Sir.
Iul.
Especially faire Lady
I aske your pardon, to whose marriage bed
I wish all good successe, I have here brought you
Such guests as can discerne your happinesse,
And best do know how to rejoyce at it;
For such a fortune they themselves have run,
The worthy Iacamo, and his faire Bride,
Noble Fabritio, whom this age of peace
Has not yet aught to love ought but the warrs,
And his true friends, this Lady who is but
A piece of me.
Lel.
Sir, you are welcome all,
Are they not Sir?
Piso.
Bring in some wine, some of the wine Lodwick the foole.
Exit Fath.
Sent hither: who ever thou bid'st welcome shall finde it
Lel.
An unexpected honour you have done
To our too hasty wedding.
Iac.
Faith Madam, our weddings were as hasty as yours
We'ar glad to run up & downe any whether, to see where
We can get meat to our wedding.
Piso.
That Lodwick hath provided too, good Asse.
Ang.
I thought you Iulio, would not thus have stollen a marriage
Without acquainting your friends.
Iul.
Why I did give thee incklings.
Ang.
If a marriage should be thus slubbend up in a play, er'e almost
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Would take it to be but ridiculous.
Iul.
This was the first, and I will never hide
An other secret from you.
Enter Father.
Father.
Sir, yonder's your friend Lodwick, hide your selfe
And 'twill be the best sport—
Piso.
Gentlemen, I pray you take no notice, I'm here.
The coxcomb Lodwick is coming in.
Enter Lodwick.
Lodwick.
Is that that Lady?
Fath.
That is my Lady.
Lod.
As I live she's a faire one; what make al these heere?
Fath.
O Lord Sir she is so pesterd—
Fab.
Novv vvill the sport be, it runnes right as Iulio told us
Lod.
Faire Lady health to you; some vvords I have, that
Require an utterance more private,
Then this place can afford.
Lel.
I'le call my husband
All businesse I heare vvith his eares novv.
Lod.
Good Madam no, bet I perceive your jest,
You have no husband, I am the very man
That vvalk'd the streetes so comely.
Lel.
Are you so?
Lod.
Yes faith, vvhen Cupid first did prick your heart
I am not cruell, but the love began
I'th Street I'le satisfie i'th chamber fully.
Lel.
To aske a Madman vvhether he be mad
Were but an idle question, if you be,
I do not speake to you, but if you be not
Walke in the Streetes againe and there perhaps
I may dote on you, here I not endure you.
Lod.
Good Madam stay, do not you know this Ring?
Lel.
Yes it vvas mine, I sent it by my Man,
To change and so he did, it has a blemish,
And this he brought me for it; did you change it?
Are you a Goldsmith?
Lod.
Sure the world is mad,
Sirrah, did you not bring me this ring from your Lady?
Fa.
Yes surely Sir, did I, but your worship must ev'n beare with me;
For there was a mistaking in it, and so: as I was
Saying to your worship, my Lady is now married.
Lod.
Married? to whom?
Fa.
To your worships friend Piso.
Lod.
S'death to Piso?
Piso.
within.
Ha, ha, ha.
Ang.
Yes Sir I can assure you she's maried to him, I saw't
With these gray eyes.
Lod.
Why what a Rogue art thou then? thou hast made in's mouth
Me send in provision too.
Fa.
O a Gentleman should not have such fowle wordes in's mouth
But your Worships provision could not have come in at a fitter time;
Will it please you to tast any of your owne wine?
't may be the Vintner has cozend you.
Lod.
Pox I am mad.
Ang.
You have alwayes plots Sir, & see how they fall out.
Iac.
You had a plott upon me, how do you like this?
Lod.
I do not speake to you.
Fab.
Because you dare not.
Lod.
But I will have one of that old Rogues teeth seu in this Ring
Fath.
Do'st not thou know that I can beate thee?
Dost thou know it now? (discovers himselfe)
Lod.
He beate me once indeed.
Fath.
And if you have forgot it, I can call a witnesse.
Come forth Piso—remember you it?
Piso.
Faith I do call to minde such a matter.
Fath.
And if I cannot still do't, you are young
And will assist your Father in law.
Piso.
My Father in law?
Ang.
Your Father in law, as sure as this is widow Lelia.
Piso.
How widow Lelia?
Fath.
I faith 'tis she, Sonne.
Lod.
Ha, ha, ha, let my provision go, I am glad I
Have mist the woman.
Piso.
Have you put a whore upon me?
Lel.
By heaven you do me wrong, I have a heart
As pure as any womans, and I meane
To keep it so for ever.
Fa.
There is no starting now, Son, if you offer't
I can compell you, her estate is great,
But all made o're to me, before this match,
Yet if you use her kindly, as I sweare
I thinke she will deserve, you shall enjoy it
During your life, all save some slender piece
I will reserve for my own maintenance,
And if God blesse you with a childe by her,
It shall have all.
Piso.
So I may have the meanes
I doe not much care what the woman is:
Come my sweet heart, as long as I shall finde
Thy kisses sweet, and thy meanes plentifull,
Let people talke their tongues out.
Lel.
They may talke
Of what is past, but all that is to come
Shall be without occasions.
Iul.
Shall we not make Piso, and Lodwick friends?
Iac.
Hang 'em they dare not be Enemies, or if they be,
The danger is not greate, vvelcome Fredrick.
Enter Fredrick.
Fredrick.
First joy unto you all; and next I think
We shall haue vvarres.
Iac.
Give me some vvine, I'le drinke to that.
Fab.
I'le pledge.
Fran.
But I shall loose you then.
Iac.
Not a vvhit vvench; I'le teach thee presently to be a Souldier
Fred.
Fabritios command, and yours are both restor'd
Iac.
Bring me foure glasses then.
Fab.
Where are they?
Ang.
You shall not drink 'em here, 'tis supper time,
And from my house no creature here shall stir,
These three dayes, mirth shall flow as well as wine.
Fa.
Content, within I'le tell you more at large
How much I am bound to all, but most to you,
Whose undeserved liberality
Must not escape thus unrequited.
Jac.
'Tis happinsse to me, I did so well:
Of every noble action, the intent
Is to give worth reward, vice, punishment.
Exeunt Om.
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