 | The Custome of the Countrey |  |
Actus Tertius.
Scæna Prima.
Enter Leopold. and Zenocia.Leo.
Fling off these sullen cloudes, you are enterd now
Into a house of joy and hapinesse,
I have prepar'd a blessing for ye.
Zen.
Thanke ye
Leo.
You are peevish
And know not whē ye are freinded, I have us'd those means
My state would rather aske a curse,.
The Lady of this house, the noble Lady,
Will take ye as her owne, and use ye graciously:
Make much of what you are, Mistris of that beautie,
And expose it not to such betraying sorrowes:
When ye are old, and all those sweets hang witherd,
Enter Servant.
Then sit and sight
Zen.
My Autum is not farr off,
Leo.
Have you told your Lady
Ser.
Yes Sir, I have told her
Both of your noble service, and your present,
Which she accepts,
Leo.
I should be blest to see her.
Ser.
That now you cannot doe: she keeps her Chamber
Not well dispos'd; and has denied all visits,
The maid I have in charge to receive from ye,
So please you render her.
Leo.
With all my service,
But faine I would have seene,
Ser.
'Tis but your patience;
No doubt she cannot but remember nobely.
Leo.
These three yeares I have lov'd this scornfull Lady,
And followed her with all the truth of service,
In all which time, but twice she has honoured me
With sight of her blest beauty: when you please Sir,
You may receive your charge, and tell your Lady;
A Gentleman whose life is onely dedicated,
To her commands, kisses her beauteous hands;
And Faire-one, now your helpe, you may remember
The honest courtesies, since you are mine
I ever did your modesty: you shall be neare her,
And if sometimes you name my service to her
And tell her with what noblenesse I love her,
'Twill be a gratitude I shall remember.
Zen.
What in my poore power lyes, so it be honest.
Leo.
I aske no more.
Ser.
You must along with me (Faire)
Leo.
And so I leave you two: but to a fortune
Too happy for my fate: you shall enjoy her.
Exeunt.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Zabulon and Servants.Zab.
Be quick, be quick, Out with the bucket there,
These sents are dull; cast richer on, and fuller;
Sente every place, where have you plas'd the musicke?
Ser.
Here they stand ready Sir.
Zab.
'Tis well, be sure
The wines be lusty, high, and full of spirit,
And Amberd all.
Ser.
They are
Zab.
Give faire attendance.
In the best trim, and state, make ready all.
(Banquet set forth
I shall come presently againe.
Exit.
2. Ser.
We shall Sir,
What preperation's this?
Some new devise
My Lady has in hand,
1. Ser.
ô, prosper it
As long as it carries good wine in the mouth?
And good meate with it, where are all the rest
2. Ser.
They are ready to attend.
Ser.
Sure some great person,
Musicke
They would not make this hurry else.
2. Ser.
Harke the Musicke.
Enter Zabulon and Arnoldo.
It will appeare now certaine, here it comes.
Now to our places.
Ar.
Whether will he lead me?
What invitations this? to what new end,
Are these faire preperations? a rich Banquet,
Musicke, and every place stuck with adornment,
Fit for a Princes welcome; what new game
Has Fortune now prepared to shew me happle?
And then againe to sink me? 'tis no illusion.
Mine eyes are not deceiv'd, all these are reall;
What wealth and State?
Zab.
Will you sit downe and eate Sir?
These carry little wonder, they are usuall;
But you shall see, if you be wise to observe it,
That that will strike indeed: strike with amazement,
Then if you be a man: this faire health to you.
Ar.
What shall I see? I pledge ye Sir, I was never
So buried in amazement—
Zab.
You are so still
Drinke freely.
Ar.
The very wines are admirable:
Good Sir, give me leave to aske this question,
For what great worthy man, are these prepard?
And why do you bring me hither?
Zab.
They are for you, Sir;
And under-vallve not the worth you carry,
You are that worthy man: thinke well of these.
They shall be more, and greater.
Ar.
Well, blinde fortune
Thou hast the prettiest changes when thou art pleas'd,
To play thy game out wantonly—
Zab.
Come be lusty
And awake your Spirits.
Cease Musick
Ar.
Good Sir, do not wake me.
For willingly I would dye in this dreame, pray whose Servants
Are all these that attend her?
Zab.
They are yours;
They wait on you,
Ar.
I never yet remember
I kept such faces, nor that I was ever able
To maintaine so many.
Zab.
Now you are, and shall be,
Ar.
You'l say this house is mine too?
Zab.
Say it? sweare it.
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And all this wealth?
Zab.
This is the least you see Sir.
Ar.
Why, where has this been hid these thirtie yeares?
For certainely I never found I was wealthie
Till this hower, never dream'd of house, and Servants,
I had thought I had been a younger brother, a poore Gent.
I may eat boldly then.
Zab.
'Tis prepared for ye.
Ar.
The taste is perfect, and most delicate:
But why for me? give me some wine, I do drink;
I feele it sensibly, and I am here,
Here in this glorious place: I am bravely used too,
Good Gentle Sir, give me leave to thinke a little
For either I am much abus'd—
Zab.
Strike Musick
And sing that lusty Song.
Musick Song.
Ar.
Bewitching harmony!
Sure I am turn'd into another Creature.
Enter Hyppolita.
Happy and blest, Arnoldo was unfortunate;
Ha? blesse mine eyes; what pretious piece of nature
To poze the world?
Zab.
I told you, you would see that,
Would darken these poore preparations;
What think ye now? nay rise not, 'tis no vision.
Ar.
Tis more: 'tis miracle.
Hyp.
You are welcome Sir.
Ar.
It speakes, and entertaines me still more glorious;
She is warme, and this is flesh here: how she stirrs me.
Blesse me what stars are there?
Hyp.
May I sit neere ye?
Ar.
No, you are too pure an object to behold,
Too excellent to looke upon, and live;
I must remove.
Zab.
She is a woman Sir,
Fy, what faint hart is this
Ar.
The house of wonder.
Zab.
Do not you thinke your selfe now truely happie?
You have the abstract of all sweetnesse by ye,
The pretious wealth youth Labors to arrive at
Nor is she lesse in honour, then in beauty,
Ferraras, roiall Duke, is proud to call her
His best, his noblest, and most happie Sister,
Fortune has made her Mistris of herselfe,
Wealthy, and wise, without a power to sway her,
Wonder of Italy, of all harts Mistris.
Arn.
And all this is—
Zab.
Hyppolita the beauteous.
Hyp.
You are a poore relator of my fortunes,
Too weake a Chronicle to speak my blessings,
And leave out that essentiall part of Story
I am most high and happy in, most fortunate,
The acquaintance, and the noble fellowship
Of this faire Gentleman: pray ye do not wonder,
Nor hold it strange to heare a handsome Lady
Speak freely to ye: with your fair leave & courtesie
I will sit by ye.
Arn.
I know not what to answer,
Nor where I am, nor to what end consider,
Why do you use me thus?
Hyp.
are ye angry Sir,
Because ye are entertain'd with all humanity?
Freely and nobly us'd?
Arn.
No gentle Lady
That were uncivill, but it much amazes me
A stranger, and a man of no desert
Should finde such floods of courtesie.
Hyp.
I love ye,
I honour ye, the first and best of all men,
And where that faire opinion leads, 'tis usuall
These trifles that but serve to set off, follow,
I would not have you proud now, nor disdainful
Because I say I love ye, though I sweare it,
Nor thinke it a stale favour I fling on ye,
Though ye be handsome, and the only man
I must confesse I ever fixt mine eye on,
And bring along all promises that please us,
Yet I should hate ye then, despise ye, scorne ye,
And with as much contempt pursue your person,
As now I doe with love. But you are wiser,
At least I think, more master of your fortune,
And so I drink your health.
Arn.
Hold fast good honesty,
I am a lost man else.
Hyp.
Now you may kisse me,
'Tis the first kisse, I ever aske, I sweare to ye.
Arn.
That I dare doe sweet Lady.
Hyp.
You doe it well too;
You are a Master Sir, that makes you coy.
Arn.
Would you would send your people off.
Hyp.
Well thought on.
Wait all without.
Exit. Zab. and servants
Zab.
I hope she is pleas'd throughly.
Hyp.
Why stand ye still? her'es no man to detect ye,
My people are gon off: come, come, leave conjuring
The Spirit you would raise, is here already
Looke boldly on me.
Ar.
What would you have me doe?
Hyp.
O most unmanly question! have you do?
Is't possible your yeares should want a Tutor?
I'le teach ye: come, embrace me.
Ar.
Fy stand off;
And give me leave, more now, then ere, to wonder,
A building of so goodly a proportion,
Outwardly all exact, the frame of Heaven,
Should hide within so base Inhabitants?
You are as faire, as if the morning bare ye,
Imagination never made a sweeter;
Can it be possible this frame should suffer,
And built on slight affections, fright the vewer?
Be excellent in all, as you are outward,
The worthy Mistris of those many blessings
Heaven has bestowed, make 'em appeare still nobler,
Because they are trusted to a weaker keeper.
Would ye have me love ye?
Hyp.
Yes,
Ar.
Not for your beautie;
Though I confesse, it blowes the first fire in us,
Time as he passes by, puts out that sparkle,
Nor for your wealth, although the world kneele to it,
And make it all addition to a woman,
Fortune that ruines all, makes that his conquest;
Be honest, and be vertuous, i'le admire ye,
At least be wise, and where ye lay these nets,
Strow over 'em a little modesty,
'Twill well become your cause, and catch more Fooles.
Hyp.
Could any one that lov'd this wholsome counsell
But love the giver more? you make me fonder:
You have a vertuous minde, I want that ornament;
Is it a sin I covet to enjoy ye?
If ye imagine I am too free a Lover,
And act that part belongs to you I am silent;
Mine eyes shall speake my blushes, parly with ye,
I will not touch your hand, but with a tremble
Fitting a vestall Nun; not long to kisse ye,
But gently as the aire, and undiscerned too,
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So still and silent that it shall be equall,
To put me off, as that, and when I covet,
To give such toyes as these—
Ar.
A new temptation—
Hyp.
Thus like the lazie minuts will drop 'em,
Which past once are forgotten.
Ar.
Excellent vice!
Hyp.
Will ye be won? looke stedfastly upon me,
Looke manly, take a mans affections to you;
Young women, in the old world were not wont, Sir,
To hang out gaudy busshes for their beauties,
To talke themselues into young-mens affections;
How cold and dull you are?
Ar.
How I stagger?
She is wise, as faire; but 'tis a wicked wisedome;
I'le choacke before I yield.
Zabulon within.
Hyp.
who waites within there
Make ready the greene chamber,
Zab.
It shall be Madam.
Ar.
I am afraid she will injoy me indeed,
Hyp.
What Musicke do ye love?
Ar.
A modest tongue.
Hyp.
Wee'll have enough of that: fy, fy, how lumpish?
In a young Ladies armes, thus dull?
Ar.
For heaven sake
Profess a little goodnesse.
Hyp.
Of what Countrey?
Ar.
I am of Rome.
Hyp.
Nay then I know you mock me,
The Italians are not frighted with such bug-bears,
Prethee go in.
Ar.
I am not well;
Hyp.
I'le make thee,
I'le kisse thee well:
Ar.
I am not sicke of that sore.
Hyp.
upon my conscience, I must ravish thee,
I shall be famous for the first example:
With this I'le tye ye first, then trye your strength Sir,
Ar.
My strength, away base woman? I abhor thee.
I am not caught with stales, disease dwell with thee.
Exit.
Hyp.
Are ye so quicke? and have I lost my wishes?
Hoe, Zabulon; my Seruants.
Enter Zabulon and Servants.
Call'd ye Madam?
Hyp.
Is all that beautie scorned, so many sude for?
So many Princes? by a stranger too?
Must I endure this?
Zab.
Wher's the Gentleman?
Hyp.
Go presently, pursue the stranger, Zabulon.
He has broke from me, Jewels I have given him:
Charge him with theft: hee has stolne my love, my freedome,
Draw him before the Governour, imprison him,
Why dost thou stay?
Zab.
I'le teach him a new daunce,
For playing fast and loose with such a Lady.
Come fellowes, come: I'le execute your anger,
And to the full.
Hyp.
His scorne shall feele my vengeance.—
Exeunt.
Scæna Tertia.
Enter Sulpicia and Jaques.Sul.
Shall I never see a lusty man againe?
Ja.
Faith Mistris
You do so over-labour 'em when you have 'em,
And so dry-founder 'em, they cannot last.
Sul.
Wher's the French-man?
Alas, he's all to fitters,
And lyes, taking the height of his fortune with a Sirreng.
Hee's chin'd, he's chin'd good man, he is a mourner.
Sul.
What's become of the Dane?
Ja.
Who? goldy-locks?
Hee's foule i'th touch-hole; and recoiles againe,
The main Spring's weakned that holds up his cock,
He lies at the signe of the Sun, to be new breech'd.
Sul.
The Rutter too, is gone.
Ja.
O that was a brave rascall,
He would labour like a thresher: but alas
What thing can ever last? he has been ill mewd,
And drawne too soon; I have seene him in the Hospitall.
Sul.
There was an English-man.
Ja.
I there was an English-man;
You'le scant finde any now, to make that name good.
There was those English that were men indeed,
And would performe like men, but now they are vanisht:
They are so taken up in their own Countrey,
And so beaten off their speed, by their own women,
When they come here, they draw their legs like hackneys:
Drinke, and their owne devices has undone 'em.
Sul.
I must have one that's strong, no life in Lisbon else,
Perfect and young: my custome with young Ladies,
And high-fed Citie dames, will fall, and breake else.
I want my selfe too, in mine age to nourish me:
They are are all sunk I maintain'd: now what's this businesse.
What goodly fellow's that?
Enter Rutillio and Officers
Rut.
Why do you drag me?
Pox ô your Justice; let me loose.
1 Off.
Not so Sir.
Rut.
Cannot a man fall into one of your drunken Cellers,
And ventur the breaking on's neck, your trap-dores open
But he must be us'd thus rascally?
1 Off.
What made you wandring
So late i'th night? you know that is imprisonment.
Rut.
May be I walke in my sleep.
2 Off.
May be wee'l walk ye.
What made ye wandring Sir, into that vault
Where all the Citie store, and the Munition lay?
Rut.
I fell into't by chance, I broke my shins for't.
Your Worships feele not that: I knockt my head
Against a hundred posts, would you had had it.
Cannot I breake my necke in mine own defence?
2 Off.
This will not serve: you cannot put it off so,
Your comming thither was to play the villaine,
To fire the powder, to blow that part oth' City.
Rut.
Yes, with my nose why were the trap-doors open?
Might not you fall, or you? had you gone that way?
I thought your Citie had sunke.
1 Off.
You did your best Sir,
We must presume to help it into'th aire.
If you call that sinking: we have told you what's the law,
He that is taken there, unlesse a Magistrate,
And have command in that place, presently
If there be nothing found apparent, neare him
Worthie his torture, or his present death,
Must either pay his fine for his presumption,
(Which is sixe hundred Duckets) or for six yeares
Tug at an Oare i'th Gallies: will ye walke Sir,
For we presume you cannot pay the penalty.
Rut.
Row in the Gallies, after all this mischief?
2 Off.
May be you were drunke, they'le keepe you sober there.
Rut.
Tug at an Oare? you are not arrant rascals,
To catch me in a pit-fall, and betray me,
Sul.
A lusty minded man.
Ja.
A wondrous able.
Sul.
Pray Gentlemen, allow me but that liberty
To speake a few words with your prisoner
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1 Off.
Take your pleasure, Lady.
Sul.
What would you give that woman should redeem ye,
Redeem ye from this slavery?
Rut.
Besides my service
I would give her my whole selfe, I would be her vassall.
Sul.
Shee has reason to expect as much, considering
The great summe she payes for't, yet take comfort
What ye shall doe to merit this, is easie
And I will be the woman shall befriend ye,
'Tis but to entertaine some handsome Ladies,
And young faire Gentlewomen: you ghesse the way:
But giving of your mind—
Rut.
I am excellent at it:
You cannot picke out such another living.
I understand ye: is't not thus?
Sul.
Ye have it.
Rut.
Bring me a hundred of em: I'le dispatch 'em,
I will be none but yours: should another offer
Another way to redeem me, I should scorne it.
What women you shall please: I am monstrous lusty:
Not to be taken downe: would you have Children?
I'le get you those as fast, and thicke as flie-blows.
Sul.
I admire him: wonder at him.
Rut.
Harke ye Lady,
You may require sometimes—
Sul.
I by my faith.
Rut.
And you shall have it by my faith, & handsomly:
This old Cat wil suck shrewdly: you have no daughters?
I flye at all: now am I in my Kingdome,
Tug at an Oare? no, tug in a feather-bed,
With good warme Caudles; hang your bread and water,
I'le make you young againe, beleeve that Lady.
I will so frubbish you.
Sul.
Come, follow Officers,
This Gentleman is free: I'le pay the Duckets.
Rut.
And when you catch me in your City-powdring-tub
Againe, boile me with Cabbidge.
1 Off.
You are both warn'd and arm'd Sir.
Exeunt.
Scæna quarta.
Enter Leopold, Hypolita, Zenocia.Zen.
Will your Ladiship weare this dressing?
Hyp.
Leave thy prating:
I care not what I weare.
Zen.
Yet 'tis my duty
To know your pleasure, and my worst affection
To see you discontented.
Hyp.
Weeping too?
Prethee forgive me: I am much distemperd,
And speake I know not what: to make thee amends
The gowne that I wore yesterday, is thine;
Let it alone a while.
Leo.
Now you perceive,
And taste her bounty.
Zen.
Much above my merit.
Leo.
But have you not yet found a happy time
To move for me.
Zen.
I have watched all occasions,
But hitherto, without successe: yet doubt not
But I'le embrace the first meanes.
Leo.
Do, and prosper;
Excellent creature, whose perfections make
Even sorrow lovely, if your frowns thus take me
What would your smiles doe?
Hyp.
Pox ô this stale Courtship:
If I have any power.
Leo.
I am commanded,
Obedience is the Lovers sacrifice
Which I pay gladly.
Hyp.
To be forc'd to wooe,
Being a woman, could not but torment me,
But bringing for my Advocates, youth and beauty,
Set off with wealth: and then to be deni'd too
Do's comprehend all tortures. They flatterd me,
That said my lookes were charmes, my touches fetters,
My locks soft chaines, to binde the armes of Princes,
And make them in that wish'd for bondage, happy,
I am like others of a courser feature,
As weake to allure, but in my dotage, stronger:
I am no Circe; he, more then Ulysses,
Scornes all my offerd bounties, slights my favours,
And, as I were some new Egyptian, flyes me,
Leaving no pawne, but my own shame behind him,
But he shall finde, that in my fell revenge,
I am a woman: one that never pardons
The rude contemner of her profferd sweetnesse.
Enter Zabulon.
Zab.
Madam, 'tis done;
Hyp.
What's done?
Zab.
The uncivill stranger
Is at your suite arrested.
Hyp.
'Tis well handled.
Zab.
And under guard sent to the Governour,
With whom my testimony, and the favour,
He beares your Ladiship, have so prevail'd
That he is sentenc'd.
Hyp.
How?
Zab.
To loose his head.
Hyp.
Is that the meanes to quench the scorching heate
Of my inrag'd desires? must innocence suffer,
'Cause I am faulty? or is my Love so fatall
That of necessity it must destroy
The object it most longs for? dull Hypollita,
To thinke that injuries could make way for love,
When courtesies were despis'd: that by his death
Thou shouldst give that, which only thou canst hope for
While he is living: My honours at the stake now,
And cannot be preserv'd, unlesse he perish
The enjoying of the thing I love, I ever
Have priz'd above my fame: why doubt I now then?
One only way is left me, to redeeme all:
Make ready my Caroch.
Leo.
What will you Madam.
Hyp.
And yet I am impatient of such stay:
Bind up my haire: fy, fy, while that is doing
The Law may cease his life: thus, as I am then,
Not like Hypollita, but a Baebanall
My frantique Love transports me.
Exit.
Leo.
Sure shee's distracted.
Zab.
Pray you follow her: I will along with you:
I more then ghesse the cause: women that love
Are most uncertaine, and one minute crave,
What, in another they refuse to have.
Exit.
Scæna 5a.
Enter Clodio, Charino.Clo.
Assure thy selfe Charino, I am alter'd
From what I was; the tempests we have met with
In our uncertaine voyage, were smooth gales
Compar'd to those, the memory of my lusts
Rais'd in my conscience: and if ere againe
I live to see Zenocia, I will sue,
And seek to her as a Lover, and a Servant,
And not command affection, like a Tyrant.
Char.
In hearing this; you make me young againe,
And heaven, it seemes, favouring this good change in you
In setting of a period to our dangers
Gives us faire hopes, to find that here in Lisbon
Which hitherto in vain we long have sought for.
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Such strangers have bin seen here: and though yet
I cannot learn their fortunes, nor the place
Of their abode, I have a soule presages
A fortunate event here.
Clo.
There have pass'd
A mutuall enterchange of courtesies
Between me, and the Governour; therfore boldly
We may presume of him, and of his power
If we finde cause to use them, otherwise
I Would not be known here, and these disguises
Will keep us from discovery.
Enter Manuel, Doctor, Arnoldo, Guard.
Char.
What are these?
Clo.
The Governour: with him my Rivall, bound.
Char.
For certaine 'tis Arnoldo.
Clo.
Let's attend
What the successe will be.
Man.
Is't possible
There should be hope of his recovery,
His wounds so many and so deadly?
Doct.
So they appear'd at first, but the blood stop'd,
His trance forsook him, and on better search
We found they were not mortall;
Man.
Use all care
To perfect this unhop'd for cure: that done
Propose your own rewards; and till you shall
Heare farther from me, for some ends I have,
Conceal'd it from his Mother.
Doct.
Wee'l not faile Sir.
Exit.
Man.
You stil stand confident on your innocence.
Arn.
It is my best and last guard, which I will not
Leave, to relye on your uncertaine mercy.
Enter Hypolita, Zabulon, Leopold, Zenocia, 2 Servants.
Hyp.
Who bade you follow me! Goe home, & you Sir,
As you respect me, goe with her.
Arn.
Zenocia?
And in her house a Servant?
Cha.
'Tis my daughter.
Clo.
My love? Contain your joy, observe the sequel.
Zen. passes
Man.
Fye Madam, how undecent 'tis for you.
So far, unlike your selfe to bee seene thus
In th'open streets? why do you kneele? pray you rise,
I am acquainted with the wrong, and losse
You have sustain'd, and the Delinquent now
Stands ready for his punishment.
Hyp.
Let it fall Sir,
On the offender: he is innocent
And most unworthy of these bonds he weares,
But I made up of guilt.
Man.
VVhat strange turne's this?
Leo.
This was my prisoner once.
Hyp.
If chastity
In a young man, and tempted to the height too
Did ere deserve reward, or admiration,
He justly may claim both. Love to his person
(Or if you please give it a fowler name)
Compel'd me first to train him to my house,
All engines I rais'd there to shake his vertue,
Which in the assault were uselesse; he unmov'd stil
As if he had no part of humane frailty,
Against the nature of my Sex, almost
I plaid the Ravisher. You might have seen
In our contention, young Apollo fly
And love-sicke Daphne follow, all arts failing,
By flight he wan the victory, breaking from
My scorn'd embraces: the repulse (in women
Unsufferable) invited me to practise
A meanes to be reveng'd: and from this grew
His Accusation, and the abuse
Of your still equall justice: My rage ever
Thanks heaven, though wanton, I found not my selfe
So far engag'd to hell, to prosecute
To the death what I had plotted, for that love
That made me first desire him, then accuse him,
Commands me with the hazard of my selfe
First to entreate his pardon, then acquit him.
Man.
What ere you are, so much I love your vertue
That I desire your friendship: doe you unloose him
From those bonds, you are worthy of, your repentance
Makes part of satisfaction; yet I must
Severely reprehend you.
Leo.
I am made
A stale on all parts: But this fellow shall
Pay dearely for her favour.
Arn.
My life's so full
Of various changes, that I now despaire
Of any certaine port; one trouble ending,
A new, and worse succeeds it: what should Zenocia
Doe in this womans house? Can chastity
And hot Lust dwell together without infection?
I would not be or jealous, or secure,
Yet something must be done, to sound the depth on't:
That she lives is my blisse, but living there,
A hell of torments; there's no way to her
In whom I live, but by this door, through which
To me, 'tis death to enter, yet I must,
And will make tryall.
Man.
Let me hear no more
Of these devices, Lady: this I pardon,
And at your intercession I forgive
Your instrument the Jew too: get you home.
The hundred thousand crowns you lent the City
Towards the setting forth of the last Navy
Bound for the islands, was a good then, which
I ballance with your ill now.
Char.
Now Sir, to him,
You know my daughter needs it.
Hyp.
Let me take
A farewell with mine ey, Sir, though my lip,
Be barr'd the Ceremonie, courtesie
And custome too allowes of.
Arn.
Gentle Madam,
I neither am so cold, nor so ill bred
But that I dare receive it: you are unguarded,
And let me tell you that I am asham'd
Of my late rudeness, and would gladly therefore
If you please to accept my ready service
Waite on you to your house.
Hyp.
Above my hope:
Sir, if an Angel were to be my convoy
He should not be more welcome.—
Exit Arn. and Hyp.
Clo.
Now you know me.
Man.
Yes Sir, and honour you: ever remembring
Your many bounties, being ambitious only
To give you cause to say by some one service
That I am not ungratefull.
Clo.
'Tis now offer'd:
I have a suite to you, and an easie one,
Which e're long you shall know.
Man.
When you think fit Sir,
And then as a command; I will receive it,
Till when, most welcome: you are welcome too Sir,
'Tis spoken from the heart, and therefore needs not
Much protestation: at your better leysure
I will enquire the cause that brought you hither:
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Clo.
You out-doe me Sir.
Exeunt.
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