University of Virginia Library

Act 4.

Scene 1.

Enter Doctor, and Peregrine.
Doct.
Now sir be pleas'd to cloud your Princely raiment
With this disguise. Great Kings have done the like,
To make discovery of passages
Puts on a Cloake and Hat.
Among the people: thus you shall perceive
What to approve, and what correct among 'hem.

Per.
And so ile cherish, or severely punish.

Enter an old woman reading: to her, a young Maid.
Doct.
Stand close sir, and observe.

Old.

Royall pastime, in a great match betweene the Tanners
and the Butchers, sixe dogges of a side, to play single at the game
Bear, for fifty pound, and a tenne pound supper, for their dogs
and themselves. Also you shall see two ten dogge-courses at the
Great Beare.

Maid.
Fie Granny fie, can no perswasions,
Threatnings, nor blowes prevaile, but you'll persist
In these prophane and Diabolicall courses,
To follow Bear baitings, when you can scarce
Spell out their Bills with spectacles?

Old.
What though
My sight be gone beyond the reach of Spectacles,
In any print but this, and though I cannot,
(No, no, I cannot read your meditations)
strikes downe her book.
Yet J can see the Royall game plaid over and over,
And tell which dogge does best, without my Spectacles.
And though J could not, yet I love the noyse;
The noyse revives me, and the Bear-garden scent
Refresheth much my smelling.

Maid.
Let me entreat you
Forbeare such beastly pastimes, th'are Sathanicall.

Old.
Take heed Child what you say, tis the Kings game.

Per.
What is my game?

Doct.
Beat-baiting sir she meanes.

Old.
A Beare's a Princely beast, and one side Venison
(Writ a good Author once) you yet want yeares,
And are with Bawbles pleas'd, ile see the Beares.

Exit.
Maid.
And I must beare with it, she's full of wine,
And for the present wilfull; but in due
Season ile humble her: but we are all
Too subject to infirmity.

Scene 2.

Enter a yong Gentleman, and an old Serving-man.
Gent.
Boy—Boy.

Ser.
Sir.

Gent.
Here take my Cloake.

Per.
Boy did he say?

Doct.
Yes sir, old servants are
But Boyes to Masters, be they nere so young.

Gent.
Tis heavy, and I sweat.

Ser.
Take mine, and keepe you warme then,
Ile weare yours.

Gent.
Out you Varlet,
Dost thou obscure it, as thou meantst to pawne it?
Is this a Cloake unworthy of the light?
Publish it sirrah:—oh presumptuous slave,
Display it on one arme—oh ignorance!

Ser.
Pray load your Asse your selfe, as you would have it.

Gent.
Nay prethee be not angry: Thus, and now
Be sure you bear't at no such distance; but
As't may be knowne appendix to this booke.

Per.
This custome I have seene with us.

Doct.
Yes, but
It was deriv'd from the Antipodes.

Maid.
It is a dainty creature, and my blood
Rebells against the spirit: I must speake to him.

Ser.
Sir here's a Gentlewoman makes towards you.

Gent.
Me? she's deceiv'd, I am not for her mowing.

Maid.
Faire sir, may you vouchsafe my company?

Gent.
No truly, I am none of those you look for.
The way is broad enough, unhand me pray you.

Maid.
Pray sir be kinder to a lasse that loves you.

Gent.
Some such there are, but I am none of those.

Maid.
Come, this is but a Coppy of your Counterance,
I ha knowne you better than you thinke I doe.

Gent.
What ha you knowne me for?

Maid.
I knew you once
For halfe a peece I take it.

Gent.
You are deceiv'd
The whole breadth of your nose, I scorne it.

Maid.
Come be not coy, but send away your servant,
And let me gi' you a pint of wine.

Gent.
Pray keepe
Your courtesie, I can bestow the wine
Vpon my selfe, if I were so dispos'd,
To drinke in Tavernes; fah.

Maid.
Let me bestow't
Vpon you at your lodging then; and there
Be civilly merry.

Gent.
Which if you doe,
My wife shall thanke you for it; but your better
Course is to seeke one fitter for your turne,
You'll lose your aime in me; and I befriend you
To tell you so.

Maid.
Gip gaffer Shotten, fagh,
Take that for your coy Counsell.

Kicks.
Gent.
Helpe, oh helpe.

Ser.
What meane you gentlewoman?

Maid.
That to you sir.

Kicks.
Gent.
O murther, murther.

Ser.
Peace good Master,
And come away. Some Cowardly Jade I warrant,
That durst not strike a woman.

Scene 3.

Enter Constable, and Watch.
Con.
What's the matter?

Ser.
But and we were your match.—

Watch.
What would you doe?
Come, come afore the Constable: now if
You were her match, what would you doe sir?

Maid.
Doe?
They have done too much already sir: a Virgin
weeps.
Shall not passe shortly for these street-walkers,
If some judicious order be not taken.

Gent.
Heare me the truth.

Con.
Sir, speake to your companions,
I have a wife and daughters, and am bound,
By hourely precepts, to heare women first,
Be't truth, or no truth, therefore virgin speake,
And feare no bug beares, I will doe thee justice.

Mayd.
Sir, they assayld me, and with violent hands,
When words could not prevaile, they would have drawne mee
Aside unto their lust till I cryed murder.

Gent.
Protest Sir, as I am a gentleman,
And as my man's a man she beat us both,
Till I cryd murder.

Ser.
That's the woefull truth on't.

Con.
You are a party, and no witnesse sir,
Besides y'are two, and one is easier
To be beleev'd: moreover as you have the oddes
In number, what were justice, if it should not support
The weaker side? Away with them to the Counter.

Per.
Call you this justice?

Doct.
In th'Antipodes.

Per.
Here's much to be reform'd, young man thy vertue
Hath wonne my favour, goe, thou art at large.

Doct.
Be gone.

Gent.
He puts me out, my part is now
To bribe the Constable.

Doct.
No matter goe—

Exit. Gent. and Servant.
Per.
And you sir, take that sober seeming wanton,
And clap her up, till I heare better of her,
Ile strip you of your office and your eares else.

Doct.
At first shew mercy.

Per.
They are an ignorant nation,
And have my pitty mingled with correction:
And therefore, damsell (for you are the first
Offender I have noted here, and this
Your first offence (for ought I know)

Maid.
Yes truely.

Doct.
That was well said.

Per.
Goe and transgresse no more,
And as you finde my mercy sweet, see that
You be not cruell to your grandmother,
When she returnes from beare-baiting.

Doct.
So all be gone.

Ex.
Enter Buffe woman, her head and face bleeding, and many woman, as from a Prize.
Per.
And what are these?

Doct.
A woman Fencer, that has plaid a Prize,
It seemes, with Losse of blood.

Per.
It doth amaze me.
They passe over.
What can her husband be, when shee's a Fencer?

Doct.
He keepes a Schoole, and teacheth needle-worke,
Or some such Arts which we call womanish.

Per.
Tis most miraculous and wonderfull.

Man
scould within.
Rogues, Varlets, Harlots, ha you done
Your worst, or would you drowne me? would you take my life?

Women
within.
Ducke him againe, ducke him againe.

Per.
What noise is this?

Doct.
Some man it seemes, that's duckt for scolding.

Per.
A man for scolding?

Doct.
You shall see.

Scene 4.

Enter women and man-scold.
Wom.
So, so,
Enough, enough, he will be quiet now.

Mansc.
How know you that, you divell ridden witch you?
How, quiet; why quiet? has not the law, past on me,
Over, and over me, and must I be quiet?

1 Wom.
Will you incurre the law the second time?

Mansc.
The lawes the river, ist? yes tis a river,
Through which great men, and cunning, wade, or swimme;
But meane and ignorant must drowne in't; no
You hagges and hel-hounds, witches, bitches, all,
That were the law, the Judge, and Executioners,
To my vexation, I hope to see
More flames about your cares, then all the water
You cast me in can quench.

3 Wom.
In with him againe, he calls us names.

2 Wom.
No, no: I charge yee no.

Mansc.
Was ever harmelesse creature so abus'd?
To be drench'd under water, to learne dumbnesse
Amongst the fishes, as I were forbidden
To use the naturall members I was borne with,
And of them all, the chiefe that man takes pleasure in;
The tongue; Oh me accursed wretch.

weepes.
Per.
Is this a man?
I aske not by his beard, but by his teares.

1 Wom.
This showre will spend the fury of his tongue,
And so the tempest's over.

2 Wom.
I am sorry for't,
I would have had him duck'd once more;
But some body will shortly raise the storme
In him againe I hope for us, to make
More holiday-sport of him.

Exit.
Per.
Sure these are dreames,
Nothing but dreames.

Doct.
No, doubtlesse we are awake sir.

Per.
Can men and women be so contrary
In all that we hold proper to each sex?

Doct.
I me glad he takes a taste of sence in that yet.

Per.
'Twill aske long time and study to reduce
Their manners to our government.

Doct.
these are
Low things and easie to be qualified—
But see sir, here come Courtiers, note their manners.

Scene 5.

Enter a Courtier.
1 Cour.
This was three shillings yesterday, how now!
All gone but this? six pence, for leather soles
To my new greene silke stockings, and a groate
My ordinary in Pompions bak'd with Onions.

Per.
Doe such eate Pompions?

Doct.
Yes: and Clownes Musk-Mellons.

1 Cour.
Three pence I lost at Nyne-pines; but I got
Six tokens towards that at Pigeon holes—
'S nayles wheres the rest; is my poake bottome broake?

2 Cour.
What Iacke! A pox oretake thee not; how dost?

kicke.
1 Cour.
What with a vengeance aylst? dost thinke my breech
Is made of Bell-mettall? take that.

Box o'th eare.
2 Cour.
In earnest?

1 Cour.
Yes till more comes.

2 Cour.
Pox rot your hold, let goe my locke, doe thinke
Y'are currying of your Fathers horse againe?

1 Cour.
Ile teach you to abuse a man behind,
They buffet.
Was troubled too much afore.

Sc. 6.

Ent. 3. Court.
3 Cour.
Hay, there boyes, there.
Good boyes are good boyes still. There Will, there Iack
Not a blow, now he's downe.

2 Cour.
'Twere base, I scorn't.

1 Cour.
There's as proud fall, as stand in Court or City.

3 Cour.
That's well said Will, troth I commend you both.
How fell you out? I hope in no great anger.

2 Cour.
For mine owne part I vow I was in jest.

1 Cour.
But I have told you twice and once, Will, jest not
With me behind I never could endure
(Not of a Boy) to put up things behinde:
And that my Tutor knew; I had bin a Schollar else.
Besides you know my sword was nock'd i'th' fashion,
Iust here behinde, for my backe-guard and all;
And yet you would do't.
I had as liefe you would take a knife—

3 Cour.
Come, come,
Y'are friends. Shake hands ile give you halfe a dozen
At the next Ale-house, to set all right and streight.
And a new song; a dainty one; here tis.

a Ballad.
1 Cour.
O thou art happy that canst reade—
I would buy Ballads too, had I thy learning.

3 Cour.
Come, we burn day-light, and the Ale may sowre.

Ex.
Per.
Call you these Courtiers? They are rude silken Clowns;
As course within, as water-men or Car-men.

Scen 7.

En. carman, & waterman.
Doct.
Then look on these: Here are of those conditions

Wat.
Sir, I am your servant.

Car.
I am much oblig'd
Sir, by the plenteous favours your humanity
And noble vertue have conferr'd upon me,
To answer with my service your deservings.

Wat.
You speake what I should say. Be therefore pleas'd
T'unload, and lay the wait of your commands
Vpon my care to serve you.

Car.
Still your Courtesies,
Like waves of a Spring-tide, ore-flow the Bankes
Of your abundant store; and from your Channell,
Or streame of faire affections, you cast forth
Those sweet refreshings on me (that were else
But sterile earth) which cause a gratitude
To grow upon me, humble, yet ambitious
In my Devoire, to doe you best of service.

Wat.
I shall no more extend my utmost labour,
With Oare and Saile to gaine the lively-hood
Of wife and children, then to set a shore
You, and your faithfull honourers at the haven
Of your best wishes.

Car.
Sir, I am no lesse
Ambitious, to be made the happy meanes,
With whip and whistle, to draw up, or drive
All your detractors to the Gallowes.

Scene 8.

Enter Sedan-man.
Wat.
See,
Our noble friend.

Sed.
Right happily encountred—
I am the just admirer of your vertues.

2.
We are, in all, your servants.

Sed.
I was in quest,
Of such elect society, to spend
A dinner-time withall.

2.
Sir we are for you.

Sed.
Three are the golden Number in a Taverne;
And at the next of best, with the best meate,
And wine the house affoords (if you so please)
We will be competently merry. I
Have receiv'd, lately, Letters from beyond Seas,
Importing much of the occurrences,
And passages of forraigne States. The knowledge
Of all I shall impart to you.

Wat.
And I
Have all the new advertisements from both
Our Universities, of what has past
The most remarkably of late.

Car.
And from
The Court I have the newes at full,
Of all that was observable this Progresse.

Per.
From Court?

Doct.
Yes sir: They know not there, they have
A new King here at home.

Sed.
Tis excellent!
We want but now, the newes-collecting Gallant
To fetch his Dinner, and Materialls
For his this weeks dispatches.

Wat.
I dare thinke
The meat and newes being hot upon the Table,
He'll smell his way to't.

Sed.
Please you to know yours, sir?

Car.
Sir, after you.

Sed.
Excuse me.

Wat.
By no meanes sir.

Car.
Sweet Sir lead on.

Sed.
It shall be as your servant
Then, to prepare your dinner.

Wat:
Pardon me.

Car:
Insooth ile follow you.

Wat:
Yet tis my obedience

Ex.
Per:
Are these but labouring men, and tother Courtiers?

Doct:
Tis common here sir, for your watermen
To write most learnedly, when your Courtier
Has scarce ability to read.

Per:
Before I reigne
A Moneth among them, they shall change their notes,
Or ile ordaine a course to change their Coats.
I shall have much to doe in reformation.

Doct:
Patience and Counsell will goe through it sir.

Per:
What if I crav'd? a Counsell from New England?
The old will spare me none.

Doct:
Is this man mad?
My cure goes fairely on. Doe you marvaile that
Poore men out-shine the Courtiers? Looke you sir,
A sicke-man giving counsell to a Physitian:
And there's a Puritan Trades-man, teaching a
Great Traveller to lye: That Ballad-woman
Gives light to the most learned Antiquary
In all the Kingdome.

Bal:
Buy new Ballads, come.

Doct:
A naturall foole, there, giving grave instructions
These persōs passe over the Stage in Couples, according as he describes them.
T'a Lord Embassador: That's a Schismatick,
Teaching a Scrivener to keep his eares:
A parish Clearke, there, gives the Rudiments
Of Military Discipline to a Generall:
And there's a Basket maker confuting Bellarmine.

Se. 9.

Ent. Byplay like a Statesman. 3. or 4. Projectors with bundles of papers.
Per:
Will you make me mad?

Doct.
We are saild, I hope,
Beyond the line of madnesse. Now sir, see
A States-man studious for the Common-wealth,
Solicited by Projectors of the Country.

Byp.
Your Projects are all good I like them wel.
Especially these two: This for th'increase of wooll:
And this for the destroying of Mice: They'r good,
And grounded on great reason. As for yours,
For putting downe the infinite use of Iacks,
(Whereby the education of young children,
In turning spits, is greatly hindred)
It may be look'd into: And yours against
The multiplicity of pocket-watches,
(Whereby much neighbourly familiarity,
By asking, what de'yee gesse it is a Clocke?
Is lost) when every puny Clerke can carry
The time oth' day in's Breeches: This, and these
Hereafter may be lookt into: For present;
This for the increase of Wool; that is to say,
By fleying of live horses, and new covering them
With Sheeps-skins, I doe like exceedingly.
And this for keeping of tame Owles in Cities,
To kill up Rats and Mice, whereby all Cats
May be destroyed, as an especiall meanes
To prevent witch-craft and contagion.

Per.
Here's a wise businesse!

Pro.
Will your honour now,
Be pleas'd to take into consideration
The poore mens suits for Briefes, to get reliefe
By common charity throughout the Kingdome,
Towards recovery of their lost estates.

Byp:
What are they? let me heare.

Pro:
First, here's a Gamster, that sold house and land,
To the knowne value of five thousand pounds,
And by misfortune of the Dice lost all,
To his extreame undoing; having neither
A wife or child to succour him.

Byp:
A Batchelour!

Pro:
Yes, my good Lord.

Byp:
And young, and healthfull?

Pro:
Yes.

Byp.
Alas tis lamentable: he deserves much pitty.

Per:
How's this?

Doct.
Observe him further, pray sir.

Pro:
Then, here's a Bawd, of sixty odde yeares standing.

Byp:
How old was she when she set up?

Pro:
But foure
And twenty, my good Lord. She was both ware
And Merchant; Flesh and Butcher, (as they say)
For the first twelve yeares of her house-keeping:
She's now upon fourescore, and has made markets
Of twice foure thousand choyse virginities;
And twice their number of indifferent geare.
(No riffe raffe was she ever knowne to cope for)
Her life is certifi'd here by the Justices,
Adjacent to her dwelling—

Byp.
She is decai'd.

Pro.
Quite trade-fallen, my good Lord, now in her dotage;
And desperately undone by ryot.

Byp.
'Lasse good woman,

Pro.
She has consum'd in prodigall feasts and Fidlers,
And lavish lendings to debauch'd Comrades,
That suckt her purse, in Jewells, Plate, and money,
To the full value of sixe thousand pounds.

Byp.
She shall have a Collection, and deserves it.

Per.
Tis monstrous, this.

Pro.
Then here are divers more,
Of Pandars, Cheaters, house-and high-way Robbers,
That have got great estates in youth and strength,
And wasted all as fast in wine and Harlots,
Till age o'retooke 'hem, and disabled them,
For getting more

Byp.
For such the Law provides
Reliefe within those Counties, where they practis'd.

Per.
Ha! what for thieves?

Doct.
Yes, their Law punisheth
The rob'd, and not the thiefe, for surer warning,
And the more safe prevention. I have seene
Folkes whipt for losing of their goods and money,
And the picke-pockets cherish'd.

Byp.
The weale publicke,
As it severely punisheth their neglect,
Undone by fire ruines, shipwracke, and the like,
With whips, with brands, and losse of carelesse eares,
Imprisonment, banishment, and sometimes death;
And carefully maintaineth houses of Correction
For decay'd Schollars, and maim'd Souldiers;
So doth it finde reliefe, and almes-houses,
For such as liv'd by Rapine and by Cosenage.

Per.
Still worse and worse! abhominable! horrid!

Pro.
Yet here is one, my Lord, 'bove all the rest,
Whose services have generally bin knowne,
Though now he be a spectacle of pitty:

Byp.
Who's that?

Pro.
The captaine of the Cut-purses, my Lord;
That was the best at's art that ever was,
Is fallen to great decay, by the dead palsie
In both his hands, and craves a large collection.

Byp.
Ile get it him.

Per.
You shall not get it him.
Doe you provide whips brands; and ordaine death,
For men that suffer under fire, or shipwracke,
The losse of all their honest gotten wealth:
And finde reliefe for Cheaters, Bawdes, and Thieves?
Ile hang yee all.

Byp.
Mercy great King.

Omnes.
O mercy.

Byp.
Let not our ignorance suffer in your wrath,
Before we understand your highnesse Lawes,
We went by custome, and the warrant, which
We had in your late Predecessors raigne:
But let us know your pleasure, you shall finde
The State and Common-wealth in all obedient,
To alter Custome, Law, Religion, all,
To be conformable to your commands.

Per.
Tis a faire protestation: And my mercy
Meets your submission. See you merit it
In your conformity.

Byp.
Great Sir we shall.
In signe whereof we lacerate these papers
Letoy, Diana, Ioylesse, appeare above.
And lay our necks beneath your Kingly feet.

Per.
Stand up you have our favour.

Dia.
And mine too?
Never was such an actor as Extempore!

Joy.
You were best to flye out of the window to him.

Dia.
Me thinkes I am even light enough to doe it.

Ioy.
I could finde in my heart to Quoit thee at him.

Dia.
So he would catch me in his armes I car'd not.

Let.
Peace both of you, or you'l spoyle all.

Byp.
your Grace
Abounds—abounds—your Grace—I say abounds.

Let.
Pox o' your mumbling chops; is your braine dry?
Doe you pump?

Dia.
He has done much my Lord, and may
Hold out a little.

Let.
Would you could hold your peace
So long.

Dia.
Doe you sneap me too my Lord.

Joy.
Ha, ha, ha.

Let.
Blockehead.

Ioy.
I hope his hotter zeale to's actors
Will drive out my wives love-heat.

Dia.
I had
No need to come hither to be sneape.

Let.
Hoyday! The rest will all be lost, we now give over
The play, and doe all by Extempore,
For your sonnes good, to sooth him into's wits.
If you'l marre all, yon may. Come nearer cocks-combe,
Ha you forgotten (puppy) my instructions
Touching his subjects, and his marriage?

Byp.
I have all now my Lord.

Per.
What voyce was that?

Byp.
A voyce out of the clouds, that doth applaud
Your highnesse welcome to your subjects loves.

Let.
So, now ho's in. Sit still, I must goe downe
And set out things in order.

Ex.
Byp.
A voyce that doth informe me of the tydings
Spread through your kingdome, of your great arrivall;
And of the generall joy your people bring
To celebrate the welcome of their king.
Showts within.
Hearke how the countrey shouts with joyfull votes,
Rending the ayre with musick of their throats,
drum & trumpets
Hearke how the souldier, with his martiall noise,
Threatens your foes, to fill your Crowne with joyes.
Hearke how the City, with loud harmony,
Haughboyes.
Chaunts a free welcome to your majesty.
Heark how the Court prepares your grace to meet
Soft musick.
With solemne musick, state and beauty sweet.

Sce. 10.

The soft musicke playing. Ent. by two and two, divers Courtiers, Martha after them, like a Queene between two boyes in robes. Her train borne up by Barbara, all the Lords kneele, and kisse Perigrines hand, Martha approaching, he starts backe, but is drawne on by Byplay and the Doctor. Letoy enters and mingles with the rest, and seemes to instruct them all.
Dia.
O here's a stately show! looke master Ioylesse:
Your daughter in law presented like a queene
Unto your sonne, I warrant now he'l love her.

Ioy.
A queene?

Dia.

Byp.
Now Sir be happy in a marriage choyce,
That shall secure your title of a king.
See sir, your state presents to you the daughter,
The onely childe and heire apparant of
Our late deposed and deceased Soveraigne,
Who with his dying breath bequeath'd her to you.

Per.
A Crowne secures not an unlawfull marriage.
I have a wife already.

Doct.
No: you had sir,
But she's deceast.

Per.
How know you that?

Doct.
By sure advertisment; and that her fleeting spirit
Is flowne into, and animates this Princesse.

Per.
Indeed she's wondrous like her.

Doct.
Be not slacke
T'embrace and kisse her Sir.

He kisses her and retires.
Mar.
He kisses sweetly;
And that is more then ere my husband did.
But more belongs then kissing to child-getting;
And he's so like my husband, if you note him,
That I shall but lose time and wishes by him,
No, no, Ile none of him.

Bar.
Ile warrant you he shall fulfill your wishes.

Mar.
O but try him you first: and then tell me.

Bar.
There's a new way indeed to choose a husband!
Yet twere a good one to barre foole getting.

Doct.
Why doe you stand aloofe Sir?

Per.
Mandivell writes
Of people neare the Antipodes, call'd Gadlibriens:
Where on the wedding-night the husband hires
Another man to couple with his bride,
To cleare the dangerous passage of a Maidenhead.

Doct.
'Slid he falls backe againe to Mandevile madnesse.

Per.
She may be of that Serpentine generation,
That stings oft times to death (as Mandevile writes)

Doct.
She's no Gadlibrien, Sir, upon my knowledge.
You may as safely lodge with her, as with
A mayd of our owne nation. Besides,
You shall have ample counsell: for the present,
Receive her, and intreat her to your Chappell.

Byp.
For safety of your Kingdome, you must do it.

Haughtboies Exit in state as Letoy directs. Manet Letoy.
Let.
So, so, so, so, this yet may prove a cure.

Dia.
See my Lord now is acting by himselfe.

Let.
And Letoy's wit cryd up triumphant hoe.
Come master Ioylesse and your wife, come downe
Quickly, your parts are next. I had almost
Forgot to send my chaplaine after them.
You Domine where are you?

Sce. 11.

Enter Quailpipe in a fantasticall shape.
Qua.
Here my Lord.

Let.
What in that shape?

Chap.
Tis for my part my Lord,
Which is not all perform'd.

Let.
It is sir, and the Play for this time. We
Have other worke in hand.

Quai.
Then have you lost
Action (I dare be bold to speake it) that
Most of my coat could hardly imitate.

Let.
Goe shift your coat sir, or for expedition,
Cover it with your owne, due to your function.
Follyes, as well as vices, may be hid so:
Your vertue is the same; dispatch, and doe
As Doctor Hughball shall direct you, go.

Sce. 12.

Exit. Qua. Enter Ioylesse, Diana.
Dia.
But tis the reall knowledge of the woman
(Carnall I think you meane) that carries it.

Let.
Right, right.

Dia.
Nay right or wrong, I could even wish
If he were not my husbands son, the Doctor
Had made my selfe his Recipe, to be the meanes
Of such a Cure.

Ioy.
How, how?

Dia.
Perhaps that course might cure your madnes too,
Of jealousy, and set all right on all sides.
Sure, if I could but make him such a foole,
He would forgo his madnes, and be brought
To christian Sence againe.

Ioy.
Heaven grant me patience,
And send us to my Country home againe.

Dia.
Besides, the yong mans wife's as mad as he,
What wise worke will they make!

Let.
The better, fear't not,
Bab Blaze shall give her Counsel; and the youth
Will give her royall satisfaction,
Now, in this Kingly humour, I have a way
To cure your husbands jealousy my selfe.

Dia.
Then I am friends again: Even now I was not
When you sneapt me my Lord.

Let.
That you must pardon:
Come Mr. Ioylesse. The new married paire
Are towards bed by this time, we'le not trouble them
But keep a house-side to our selfes. Your lodging
Is decently appointed.

Ioy.
Sure your Lordship
Meanes not to make your house our prison.

Let.
By
My Lordship but I will for this one night.
See sir, the Keyes are in my hand. Y'are up,
As I am true Letoy. Consider, Sir,
The strict necessity that tyes you to't,
As you expect a cure upon your sonne—
Come Lady, see your Chamber.

Dia.
I doe waite
Upon your Lordship.

Ioy.
I both wait, and watch,
Never was man so master'd by his match.

Ex. omn.