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Scæna Prima.
Enter Alphonso, Curio, Seberto, Iuletta, Porter, and servants.Al.
Can she slip through a cat-hole? tell me that: resolve me;
Can she fly ith ayre? is she a thing invisible?
Gon, and none know it?
Seb.
Ye amaz your servants.
Al.
Some pelting rogue has watch'd her houre of itching,
And clawd her; clawd her: do you mark me, clawd her;
Some that I foster up.
Cur.
They are all here, sir.
Al.
Let 'em be where they will, they are arrant rascals,
And by this hand i'le hang 'em all.
Seb.
Deale calmely:
You will not give 'em time to answer ye.
Al.
I'le choak 'hem: famish 'em: what say you wagtaile?
You knew her mind: you were of councell with her,
Tell me: and tell me true.
Cur.
Aske with discretion.
Al.
Discretion? hang discretion, hang ye all:
Let me know where she is.
Iul.
Would you know o' me sir?
Al.
O' thee sir: I, o' thee sir: what art thou sir?
Iul.
Hir woman sir, and 't like your worship, sir.
Al.
Her band, her fidle-stick.
Her Lady-fayry, to oyl the dores o' nights,
That they may open with discretion,
Her Gin, her Nut-crack,
Iul.
Tis very well sir.
Al.
Thou liest; tis damnabIe ill, tis most abhominable:
Will ye confes (Thing)
Iul.
Say I were gulty, sir?
I would be hangd before I would confesse:
Is this a World to confesse in?
Cur.
Deale directly.
Iul.
Yes, if my matter lie direct before me:
But when I am forc'd, and ferryted.
Al.
Tell me the truth,
And as I live, i'le give thee a new petticote.
Jul.
And you would give me ten, I would not tell ye,
Truths bear a greater price, then you are aware of.
Seb.
Deale modestly.
Iul.
I doe not pluck my cloths up.
Al.
What say you sirha? you? or you? are ye dumb all?
Por.
I saw her last night, and't shall like your worship
When I serv'd in her Livery.
Al.
What's that, sirha?
Por.
Her Chamber pot, and't please ye.
Seb.
A new Livery.
Al.
Where lay she? who lay with her?
Por.
In truth not I sir:
I lay with my fellow Fredrick, in the flea-chamber
And't like your worship, we are almost worried.
Iul.
I left her by her self, in her own closet,
And there I thought she had slept.
Al.
Why lay you from her?
Iu.
It was her will I should: she is my Mistris,
And my part is obedience.
Al.
Were all the dores lockt?
Por.
All mine.
Ser.
And mine: she could not get out those wayes
Unles she lept the wals: and those are higher
Then any womans courage dare aspire at.
Al.
Come, you must know.
Cur.
Conceale it not, but deale plaine.
Iul.
If I did know, and her trust lay upon me,
Not all your angers, nor your flatteries
Should make me speak, but having no more interest
Then I may well deliver to the aire,
I'le tell ye what I know: and tell it liberally,
I think she is gon, because we cannot find her;
I think she is weary of your tyranny,
And therefore gon: may be she is in love:
May be in love, where you show no great liking,
And therefore gon: May be, some point of conscience,
Or vowd devotion.
Al.
These are nothing, minion;
You that can aime at these, must know the truth too.
Iul.
Any more truth then this if I know hang me,
Or where to search for it, if I make a lie
To gaine your love, and envy my best Mistris,
Pin me against a wall, with my heel's upwards.
Al.
Out of my dores.
Iul.
That's all my poor petition:
For if your house were gold, and she not in it,
Sir, I should count it but a cage to whistle in.
Al.
Whore, if she be above ground, I wil have her.
Iul.
I would live in a cole-pit, then, were I your daughter.
Seb.
Certaine she dos not know Sir.
Al.
Hang her, hang her:
She knowes too much: search all the house; all corners,
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Ex. servants.
If I do finde your tricks.
Jul.
Reward me for 'hem.
Or if I had such tricks, you could discover
So weak, and sleightly woven, you might look through,
All the young Girles should hoot me out oth' Parish.
You are my Master, but ye owne an anger
Becomes a School-boy, that hath lost his Apples;
Will ye force things into our knowledges?
Al.
Come hither Juletta; thou didst love me.
Jul.
And do still:
You are my Ladies father, and I reverence ye.
Al.
Thou wouldst have pleas'd my humor.
Jul.
Any good way,
That carried not suspition in't: or flattery,
Or faile of trust.
Al.
Come, come, thou wouldst have.—
Jul.
Stay sir.
Al.
And thou hast felt my bounty for't, and shalt doe.
Dost thou want Clothes or Money?
Jul.
Both.
Al.
Shalt have both.
Jul.
But not this way: I had rather be an Adamite
And bring Fig-leaves into fashion again.
If you were young sir,
Handsome, and fitted to a womans appetite;
And I a giddy-headed girle, that car'd for nothing,
Much might be done; then you might fumble with me,
And thinke to grope out matters of some moment,
Which now you will put too short for:
For what you have seen hitherto,
And know by me, has been but honest service,
Which I dare pin ith' market-place to answer;
And let the world, the flesh and divell examine it,
And come you in too, I dare stand your strictest.
And so much good may doe you, with your dreames of curtesie.
Al.
This is most monstrous.
Enter Porter and Servants.
Seb.
Sure she do's not know sir:
She durst not be so confident and guilty.
Al.
How now; what newes? what hopes and steps discovered?
Speake any thing thats good, that tends to th'matter;
Doe you stand staring still?
1 Ser.
We are no Gods sir,
To say she is here, or there: and what she is doing;
But we have search'd.
Por.
I am sure she is not ith' Cellar;
For looke you sir, if she had been ith' Cellar—
Al.
I am sure thou hast been there.
Por.
As I carried the matter,
For I search'd every piece of Wine; yes sure sir,
And every little Teresse that could but testifie:
And I drew hard to bolt her out.
Al.
Away with him;
Fling him ith' Haymow, let him lie a mellowing;
He stinks of Muskadel like an English Christmas:
Are these your cares? your services?
2 Ser.
Pray ye heare sir,
We have found where she went out; her very footing.
Al.
Where where? goe on.
Cur.
Observe then with more staiednesse.
2 Ser.
Searching the garden: at the little Posterne
That opens to the Parke, we first discovered it.
Al.
A little foot?
1 Ser.
It must be hers, or none sir.
Al.
How far beyond that?
2 Ser.
To the Parke it leads us,
But there the ground being hard, we could not marke it.
Al.
She alwaies kept that Key: I was a coxcomb,
A foole, an asse, to give a girle that liberty:
Saddle my Horses, rogues, ye drunken varlets:
Your precious diligence lies in Pint-pots,
Your brains in Butts, my horses, ye pin-buttocks.
You'l beare me company?
Seb.
We dare not leave ye,
Unlesse we found a quieter soule within ye.
Cur.
If we may do the Lady any service,
Sweet, gentle soule.
Al.
I say againe, my horses:
Are ye so hot? have ye your private pilgrimages?
Must ye be Jumping-Jone? Ile wander with ye:
Ile jump ye, and Ile joggle ye: my horses;
And keep me this young Lirry-poope within dores,
I will discover, dame.
Jul.
'Tis fit you should sir,
If ye knew what: Well Love, if thou bee'st with her,
Or what power else that armes her resolution,
Conduct her faire, and keepe her from this mad man,
Direct her to her wishes: dwell about her
That no dishonourable end ore-take her,
Danger, or want: and let me try my fortune.
Al.
You know the place we meet in?
Seb.
We shall hit it.
Al.
And as ye are honest Gentlemen, endeavour.
Cur.
We'l search the best we can: if she light in our hands.
Al.
Tie her to th'horse taile.
Seb.
We know how to use her,
But not your way, for all your state.
Al.
Make haste there:
And get you in, and looke to th'house. If you stir out, Damsell,
Or set o'foot any new motion this way,
When I come home, (which shall be suddenly)
You know my mind: if you doe play the rascall,
I have my eyes and eares in sundry places,
If ye doe praunce.
Jul.
I shall doe that, that's fit, sir:
And fit to crosse your fooleries; Ile faile else.
And so Ile to my chamber.
Exit.
Al.
To your prayers,
And leave your stubborne tricks: She is not far yet,
She cannot be; and we dividing suddenly.
Cur.
Keep her from thy hands, I beseech.
Al.
Our horses;
Come cheerfully. Ile teach her to run gadding.
Exit.
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