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Actus Secundus.
Enter Barker, Freshwater, and Gudgine.Bar.
And what made you to undertake this voyage,
Sweete Signior Freshwater.
Fr.
An affection
I had to be acquainted with some countries.
Gud.
Give him good words.
Ba.
And you returne fraught home with the rich devices,
Fashions of steeples, and the situations
Of galouses, and wit no doubt a bushell,
What price are Oates in Venice?
Signior
I kept no horses there, my man, and I
Ba.
Were Asses.
Fr.
How Signior?
Gud.
Give him good words, a Poxe take him.
Ba.
Had not you land once?
Fr.
I had some durtie acres.
Gud.
I am his witnesse.
Fr.
Which I reduc'd into a narrow compasse,
Some call it selling.
Gud.
He would sell bargaines of a childe.
Fr.
And twas a thriving pollicie.
Ba.
As how?
Fr.
It was but two hundred pound Per annum sir,
A leane revenew.
Ba.
And did you sell it all?
Fr.
I did not leave an acre, rod, or perch,
That had beene no discretion, when I was selling
I would sell to purpose, doe you see this roll,
I have good securitie for my money sir,
Not an egge here but has five chickens in't,
I did most pollitickely disburse my summes,
To have five for one at my returne from Venice,
And now I thanke my starres I am at home.
Ba.
And so by consequence in three moneths your estate
Will be five times as much or quintupled.
Fr.
Yes Signior quintupled,
I wonot purchase yet I meane to use
This tricke seaven yeares together, first
Ile still put out, and quintuplie as you call't,
And when I can in my Exchequer tell
Two, or three Millions, I will fall a purchasing.
Ba.
Kingdomes I warrant.
Fr.
I have a minde to buy
Constantinople from the Turke, and give it
The Emperour.
Ba.
What thinke you of Ierusalem?
If you would purchase that, and bring it nearer,
When did you wash your sockes?
Fr.
I weare none Signior.
Ba.
Then tis your breath, to your lodging and perfume it,
You'le tell the sweeter lies to them that will
Lose so much time to aske about your travell,
You wo not sell your debts?
Fr.
Sell 'em, no Signior.
Ba.
Have you as much left in ready cash as will
Keepe you and this old troule a fortnight longer,
Die, and forgive the world, thou maist be buried,
And ha the Church-cloth, if you can put in
Securitie, the Parish shall be put
To no more charge, dost thou hope to have a penny
Of thy owne money backe, is this an age
Of five for one, die ere the towne takes notice,
There is a hidious woman carries ballets,
And has a singing in her head, take heed
And hang thy selfe, thou maist not heare the time,
You remember Coriate.
Fr.
Honest Tom Odcombe.
Ba.
Wee'le ha more verses o'thy travells Coxcombe,
Bookes shall be sold in bushells in Cheape side,
And come in like the Pescods, waine loads full
Of thee, and thy man Apple Iohn that lookes
As he had beene a senight in the straw
A ripening for the market, farewell Rusiting,
Thou art not worth my spleene, doe not forget
My counsell, hang thy selfe, and thou go'st off
Without a Sessions.
Exit.
Fr.
Fine, Ime glad hee's gone, Gudgine, what dost thou thinke.
Gud.
I thinke y'are well rid of railing Madcap.
Fr.
Nay, nay hee'le not spare a Lord
But were not I best call in my moneyes Gudgin,
My estate wonot hold out, I must be more
Familiar with my gentlemen.
Enter Lord.
Lo.
Iacke Freshwater wellcome from Venice.
Fr.
I thanke your honour.
Was it not Franke Barker that parted from you?
Fr.
Yes my Lord.
Lo.
Whats the matter?
Fr.
There is a summe, my Lord.
Lo.
Where is it Signior?
Fr.
There was a summe my Lord delivered
From your poore servant Freshwater.
Lo.
I remember,
But I have businesse now, come, home to me,
The monie's safe, you were to give me five
For one at your returne.
Fr.
I five? Your Lordship has forgot the Cinquepace.
Lo.
Something it is, but when I am at leasure
We will discourse of that, and of your travell,
Farewell Signior.
Exit.
Fr.
Ist come to this? if Lords play fast and loose,
What shall poore Knights, and gentlemen?
Hum, tis he.
Enter Coronell.
Co.
A Poxe upon him, what makes he in my way.
Fr.
Noble Coronell.
Co.
Que dite vous mounsieur.
Fr.
Que dite vous?
Co.
A wy, Je ne pa parlee Anglois,
There were five English peeces.
Co.
Ie ne parle Anglois, me speake no word English,
Votre seviteur.
Exit.
Fr.
Adiew five peeces,
Gudgin gape, ist not he?
They wonot use me o'this fashion,
Did he not speake to me ith' morning?
Gud.
Yes sir.
Fr.
I thinke so,
But then you would not know him in Italian,
And now he will not know you in French.
Fr.
Call you this selling of land, and putting out money
To multiply estate?
Gud.
To quintuply five for one, large interest.
Fr.
Five for one, tis tenne to one if I get my principall.
Your roll is not at the bottome, yet try the rest.
Fr.
I ha, Signior farewell.
Exeunt.
Enter Scutilla and Solomon.
Scu.
Didst speake with the Coronell?
Sol.
I met him opportunely after all the rest,
And told him how much it would concerne
His livelihood to make haste.
Scu.
He must not be seene yet, you know where
To attend for him, give him accesse by
The garden to my chamber, and bring
Me nimbly knowledge when he is there.
Sol.
I shall forsooth.
Exit.
Enter the Dancer, Lady Rosomond, Lady Lucina, and Lady Honoria.
Dan.
Very well an dat be skirvy you run trot, trot, trot,
Pisha, follow me, fout Madame, can you not tell
So often learning—Madam you foot it now
Pla it ill.
Another Lady dances.
Excellent, better den excellent pishaw—you be laughed
When you come to de Ball; I teach tree hundred, never
Forgot so much, me sweat taking paine, and fidling
Ladies.
Luc.
Fidling Ladies, you Molecatcher.
Dan.
Purquoy for telling you
Dance not well, you commit fat, and beate me for my
Dilligence becar you dance your pleasure.
Ho.
No Mounsieure Le Friske put not up your pipe, my Lady
Was but in jest, and you must take it for a favour.
Dan.
I veare no favours in dat place, should any gentleman
Of England give me blow, diable me teach him French
Passage.
Ro.
Nay you shanot be so angry, I must have a Coronte,
Pray Madam be reconcil'd.
Luc.
Come Mounsieur I am sorry.
Dan.
Sorre, tat is too much par ma foy, I kisse tat white hand,
Give me one two tree buffets, aller, aller looke up your
Countenance, your English man spoile you, he no teach
You looke up, pishaw, carry your body in the swimming
So for boon excellent becar.
Dance.
Luc.
Nay a Country dance Scutilla, you are idle,
You know we must be at the Ball anon, come.
Dan.
Where is the Ball this night.
Luc.
At my Lord Rainebowes.
Dan.
Oh he dance finely becar, he deserve the Ball of de world,
Fine, fine gentleman, your oder men dance lop, lop with
De lame legge as they want crushes begore, and looke for
Argent in the ground pishaw,
They dance a new Country Dance.
Hah, hah, for boone.
Ro.
Now Madame we take our leave.
Luc.
Ile recompence this kind visite: does your coach stay?
Ho.
Yes Madam,
Your Ladiship will be too much troubled.
Luc.
I owe more service.
Scu.
Mounsieur you'le begone too.
Dan.
I have more Ladie, my Schollers.
Sciu.
Is that the way of your instrument.
Dan.
All a murdu France, fit, fit adiew
Madam votre serviteur,
Adiew demy Mounsieur.
Exeunt.
Enter Solomon and Coronell.
Scu.
Sir, you are welcome.
Co.
I thanke you Ladie.
Scu.
The tim's too narrow to discourse at large,
But I intend you a service,
You have deserv'd it
In your owne noblenesse to one I call a kinsman,
Whose life without your charitie had beene
Forfeit to his generalls anger, twas not
Without his cause you after quit your regiment.
Co.
He was my friend, forget it.
Scu.
You were sent for
By the Lady Lucina.
Co.
Whose command I waite.
Scu.
Twas my desire to prepare you for
Your selfe behind these hangings a few minuts,
I heare her, you may trust me.
Co.
Without dispute, I obey you Lady.
Enter Lady Lucina.
Luc.
Now Scutilla we are ripe, and ready
To entertaine my Gamesters, my man said
They promised all to come, I was afraid
These Ladies in their kinde departure wo'd not
Bequeath me opportunitie, and the mirth
Doth in the imagination so ticle me,
I wo'd not willingly ha lost it for a Jewell
Of some valew.
Scu.
Then your purchase holds.
Luc.
If they hold their affections, and keepe touch,
Weele ha some sport.
Enter Solomon.
Sol.
Sr. Marmaduke Travers.
Luc.
Away Scutilla, and
Laugh not loud betweene our acts, weele meete
Agen like musicke, and make our selves merry.
Scin.
I waite nere you.
Enter Sr. Marmaduke.
Luc.
Sr. Markmaduke I thought I should have had
Your visite without a summonds.
Ma.
Lady you gave
One feather to the wings I had before,
Can there be at last a service to imploy
Your creature?
Luc.
Something hath pleaded for you in your absence.
Ma.
Oh let me dwell upon your hand, my starres
Have then remembred me agen.
Luc.
How doe the Fennes?
Goes the the draning forward, and your Iron Mills?
Mar.
Draning, and Iron Mills? I know not Madam.
Luc.
Come, you conceale your industry, and care
To thrive, you neede not be so close to me.
Ma.
By this hand Lady, have I any Iron Mills?
Luc.
I am abus'd else, nay I doe love
Ma.
How Madam?
Lu.
Projects, and Proclamations, did not you
Travell to Yarmouth to learne how to cast
Brasse buttons, nay I like it, it is an age
For men to looke about 'em, shall I trust
My estate to one that has no thrift, a fellow
But with one face? my husband shall be a Ianus,
He cannot looke too many wayes, and is
Your patent for making Vineger confirm'd:
What a face you put upon't nay, nere dissemble,
Come I know all, you'le thanke that friend of yours,
That satisfied my inquirie of your worth
With such a welcome character, but why
Doe I betray my selfe so fast? beshrow
His commendations.
Ma.
How is this? some body
That meant me well, and knew her appetite
To wealth hath told this of me, Ile make use ont;
Well Madam, I desir'd these things more private
Till something worth a mine, which I am now
Promoving had beene perfect to salute you,
But I perceive you hold intelligence
In my affaires, which I interpret love,
And Ile requite it, will you be content
Be a countesse for the present.
Luc.
I shall want
No honour in your love.
Ma.
When shall we marry?
Luc.
Something must be prepar'd.
Ma.
A licence, and say no more,
How blest am I, doe not blush,
I wonot kisse your lip, till I ha brought it.
Exit.
Luc.
Ha, ha, Scutilla.
Scu.
Be secret still.
Luc.
Canst thou not laugh?
Scu.
Yes Madam you have kept your word,
The Knights transported, gone
Luc.
How didst thou like the Iron Mills.
Scu.
And the Brasse buttons rarely, have you devices
To jeere the rest.
Luc.
All the regiment on 'em, or Ile breake my bowstrings.
Sol.
Sr. Ambrose Lamount.
Luc.
Away, and let the Swallow enter.
Enter Sr. Ambrose, and Solomon.
Luc.
Why Sirra, did I command you give accesse to none
But Sr. Ambrose Lamount?
Whom you know I sent for,
Audacious Groome.
Sol.
It is Sir, Madam.
Luc.
It is Sr. Ambrose Coxcombe, is it not,
Cry mercy noble sir, I tooke you muffled
For one that every day sollicites me
To bestow my little dogge upon him, but you'r welcome,
I thinke I sent for yeu.
Am.
It is my happinesse
To waite your service Lady.
Luc.
I heare say you have vow'd to die a Batchellor,
I hope it is not true sir.
Am.
I die a Batchellor?
Luc.
And that you'le turne religious Knight.
Am.
I turne religious Knight, who has abus'd me?
Luc.
I would onely know the truth, it were great pittie,
For my owne part I ever wish'd you well,
Although in modesty I have beene silent,
Pray what's a clocke?
Am.
Howes this?
Luc.
I had a dreame last night, me thought I saw you
Dance so exceedingly rarely, that I fell
In love.
Am.
In love with me.
Luc.
With your legges sir.
Am.
My legge is at your service to come over.
Luc.
I wondred at my selfe, but I considered,
That many have beene caught with hansome faces,
Am.
Vpwards.
Luc.
What followed in my dreame
I ha forgot.
Am.
Leave that to finish waking.
Luc.
Since the morning
I finde some alteration, you know
I have told you twenty times I would not love you,
But whether twere your wisedome or your fate
You would not be satisfied, now I know not
If something were procur'd, what I should answer.
Am.
A licence, say no more.
Luc.
Would were my estate were doubled.
Am.
For my sake.
Luc.
You have not Purchas'd since you fell in love?
Am.
Not much land.
Luc.
Revells have beene some charge to you, you were ever
A friend to Ladies, pitty but he should rise
By one, has fallen with so many, had you not
A head once?
Am.
A head? I have one still.
Luc.
Of haire I meane,
Favours ha glean'd too much, pray pardon me
If it were mine, they should goe looke their bracelets,
Or stay till the next crop, but I blush sir
To hold you in this discourse, you will perhaps
Conster me in a wrong sence; but you may use
Your owne discretion till you know me better,
Which is my soules ambitions.
Am.
I am blest.
Cor.
Cunning Gipsie shee'le use me thus too
When I come too't.
Am.
Lady I know your mind, when I see you next.
Exit.
Luc.
Youle see me agen, ha ha ha, Scutilla.
Scu.
Here Madam almost dead with stifling my laughter,
Why hee's gone for a Licence, you did injoyne him no
Silence.
Luc.
I wou'd have 'em all meete and brag o'their severall
Tedious visitation, who's next?
I would the Coronell were come,
I long to have about with him.
Sol.
Mr. Bostocke Madam.
Luc.
Retire, and give the Iay admittance.
Enter Bostocke.
Bo.
Madam, I kisse your faire hand.
Luc.
Oh Mr. Bostocke,
Bo.
The humblest of your servants.
Luc.
Twonot become your birth, and blood to stoope
To such a title.
Bo.
I must confesse deare Lady,
I carry in my veines more precious honour
Then other men, blood of a deeper crimson,
But you shall call me any thing.
Luc.
Not I Sir,
It would not become me to change your title,
Although I must confesse I could desire
You were lesse honourable.
Bo.
Why I prethee,
Ist a fault to spring from the Nobilitie?
There be some men have sold well favour'd Lordships,
To be ill favoured Noblemen, and though
I weare no title of the state, I can
Adorne a Lady.
Luc.
That is my misfortune,
I would you could not sir.
Bo.
Are you the worse
For that? consider Lady.
Luc.
I have considered,
And I could wish with all my heart you were
Not halfe so noble, nay indeede no Gentlman.
Bo.
How Lady?
Luc.
Nay, if you give me leave to speake my thoughts,
I would you were a fellow of two degrees
Beneath a foote man, one that had no kindred,
But Knights oth' post, nay worse, pardon me sir,
You were a sonne oth' people rather then.
Bo.
Good Madam give me your reason.
Luc.
Because I love you.
Bo.
Few women wish so ill to whom they love.
Luc.
They doe not love like me then.
Bo.
Say you so.
Luc.
My wealths a begger, nay the title of
A Lady which my husband left, is a shadow
Compar'd to what you bring to innoble me,
And all the children you will get, but I
Out of my love desire you such a one,
That I might adde to you, that you might be
Created by my wealth, made great by me,
Then should my love appeare, but as you are,
I must receive addition from you.
Bo.
No body heares, why harke you Lady, could
You love me, if I were lesse honourable?
Luc.
Honourable? why you cannot be so base
As I would have you, that the world might say
My marriage gave you somewhat.
Bo.
Say you so,
Vnder the Rose, if that will doe you a pleasure,
The Lords doe call me cosin, but I am.
Luc.
What?
Bo.
Suspected.
Luc.
How?
Bo.
Not to be lawfull, I came in at the Wicket,
Some call it the Window.
Luc.
Can you prove it.
Bo.
Say no more.
Luc.
Then I preferre you before all my suiters,
Sr. Ambrose Lamount, and Sr. Marmaduk.
Travers are all Mountibankes.
Bo.
What say to the Coronell.
Luc.
A Lanse pre sado, how my joy transports me,
But shall I trust to this, doe not you flatter?
Will not you fly from that, and be legitimate,
With simple Ladies.
Bo.
Doe but marry me,
Ile bring the Midwife.
Luc.
Say no more, provide
What you thinke necessary, and all shall be
Dispatch'd.
Bo.
I guesse your meaning, and thus seale
My best devotion.
Exit.
Scu.
Away now and present your selfe.
Luc.
Oh Scutilla, hold me, I shall fall
In peeces else, ha ha, ha.
Scu.
Beshrow me Madam, but I wonder
At you, you woond him rarely up.
Luc.
Have not I choise of precious husbands? now and
The Coronell were here, the taske
Were over.
Scu.
Then you might goe play,
Madam the Coronell.
Enter Coronell.
Luc.
Is he come once more? withdraw, bid him march hither.
Co.
Now is my turne Madam.
Luc.
Yare welcome sir, I thought you would have gone,
And not grac'd me so much as with a poore
Salute at parting.
Co.
Gone whither?
Luc.
To the warres.
Co.
She jeares me already, no Lady I'me already
Engag'd to a siege at home, and till that service
Be over, I enquire no new employments.
Luc.
For honours sake what siege?
Co.
A Cittadell,
That severall forces are set downe before,
And all is entrench'd.
Luc.
What Cittadell?
Co.
A woman.
Luc.
She cannot hold out long.
Co.
Ostend was sooner taken then her fort
Luc.
Is she so well provided?
Co.
Her provision
May faile her, but she is devilish obstinate,
She feares nor fire nor famine.
Luc.
Whats her name?
Co.
Lucina.
Luc.
Ha ha ha, alas poore Coronell;
If youle take my advice remove your siege,
A province will be sooner wonne in the
Low countries, ha ha ha.
Co.
Lady, you sent for me.
Luc.
Twas but to tell you my opinion in this businesse,
You'le sooner circumcise the Turkes dominions,
Then take this toy you talke off, I doe know it,
Farewell good Souldier, ha ha ha, and yet tis pittie,
Is there no stratagem, no tricke, no undermine;
If she be given so desperate, your body
Had neede to be well victuall'd, theres a citie
And suburbes in your belly, and you must
Lay in betimes to prevent mutinie
Among the small guts, which with winde of venge else
Will breake your guarde of buttons, ha ha ha
Come weele laugh, and lie downe in the next roome Scutilla.
Exit.
Co.
So so, I did expect no good,
Why did not I strike her, but Ile doe something,
And be with you to bring before you thinke ont,
Mallice and Mercurie assist me.
Exit.
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