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Actus Tertius.
Enter Rebells and ThumbeCap.
Come my masters let us be resolute, is there any man
That will justifie himselfe to be sober amongst us?
2.
No hang sobriety
Cap.
We must be valiant, the King I say agen has left us, and since
He scornes our company for my part I scorne to be his subject
3.
I I scorne subjects, Ile be an Emperor
2.
It is time to looke into the government, none but Gentlemen
are of his Counsell, I see no reason since the Countrie is ours
but we should have a stroake in the state.
Cap.
That was bravely spoke my bully, stroke, he by Mars his
Gauntlet spoke like a souldier, I doe not like the Carriage of the
secret Counsells
3.
Nor I nor any body
Thu.
Take heede my Masters
3.
Lets heare Thumbe the Miller
Thu.
We met together to drinke in honour of the Kings birthday
and tho we have tickled the Cannikins, let vs be merrie and
wise that's my opinion, no treason, the King is an honest Gentleman,
and so is the Queene.
3.
Very wisely spoken.
Cap.
But shall be govern'd by Philonax.
2.
Who knowes but he has made away the King
Th.
Made away the King, who honest Basilius, aske the King
who has made him away, by this hand if I thought they had made
him away I would make some body away, tho I hang'd fort,
but neighbors for my owne part I will joyne with you in any
thing that is honorable, dee marke honorable; but I say still I
am cleare of opinion it is not a misse to be merry and wise
Gentlemen, my name's Thumbe.
I Tom
Th.
And Ile be a your side howsoever.
3.
A great spirit
Cap.
Shall I speake for you
Omnes.
I I agreed you shall be Captaine
Cap.
Why then let me alone; I will know a reason why hee
has left the government without our consents to depose him, 'tis
wisely spoken my brave men 'oth common-wealth, we will have
other lawes and the old shall be executed
3.
I I hang the old ones
2.
'Tis a discredit for any subjects as we are to have a King as
if we were not able to governe our selves
Cap.
Stroake up thy forehead thou wert borne to be a statesman,
Be rul'd by me and weel have no justice in Arcadia
2.
How
Cap.
No justice, why should we loose our liberties, and being
free men, upon any occasion suffer our selues to be bound over
Th.
Gentlemen Citizens it were very good you would take
into your consideration the statute against drunkennesse
Cap.
It shall be lawfull for any man to be drunke without
forfeiting or paying any thing to the poore
Th.
Very good, every man drinke away his estate, and then
charity begins at home,
Cap.
No man shall marrie
2.
That's worse then the statute against two wives
Cap,
For every woman shall be common
3.
Every woman common, what shall we doe withall the
proper women in Arcadia
Cap.
They shall be common too
3.
Oh rare, and what shall we doe withall the prisons
Cap.
Set 'em a fire 'twill warme the Citie when there is cold
doings
2.
What with the prisoners
Cap.
Put 'em in possession of their creditors lands, they are the
only men fit for authority; for no men are us'd worst, and they
will know the better to domineere, nay weel have admirable
lawes, but who shall be this Embassador to the King
4.
Me me choose me Captaine,
Choose you Captaine, Haberdasher of small wares, choose
you a Capon, Ile be the Embassador, ever while you live let a
bould man be embassador, and one that has a braine, I will not be
meale mouth'd.
3.
Well said Miller
Cap.
And because we will be wise
Th.
I I be merry and wise, ever while you live be sober and
discreete.
Cap.
Say we attend heere to do our duties
3.
Duties oh base
Cap.
Say so we must, heel not come forth else
4.
What if I tould his highnes there was a dance to be presented
we are furnish'd with our noise still
Th.
I I, I doe love this noise withall my heart
2.
Excellent, get you behind the trees with your instruments,
and tune 'em ready, the new friske we danc'd at Enispies to day
will serve rarely as the Prologue, away; but Captaine what shall
we doe with the Kings daughters
Cap.
Ile have one
3.
And Ile ha the tother our Captaine shall ha the Queene
2.
And what shall we have.
Cap.
There are Ladies about the Court will content you
Thu.
I will have both the Kings daughters, and he that speakes
against it—
They fight
Cap.
Thumbe valiant Thumbe, all spirit no mutinie no mutinie
all of a faction together by the eares for a peece of venison
Th.
I will have both the Kings daughters or else I shall not
be satisfied.
Cap.
First let vs know the Kings resolution, and if we like not
our conditions, the hares a foote; and every man take what course
he please in my Lords Parke
Enter Basilius, Gynecia, Pyrocles, and Philoclea.
But stay the King vmh
2.
Speake Captaine
Cap.
If it please your Maiesty, what was it resolu'd upon
3.
Hees out, let me come to him, prithee doe thou tell him
thy minde, that delicome wench has made my teeth water
2.
And drown'd thy tongue, a Company of bashfull shrimpes;
Th.
King, by your leave; which is the King, my eyes twinckle,
we have beene playing the good fellowes to celebrate your
majesticall birth day, will your grace see a song
3.
A dance
Th.
Or a dance, alls one, our feete are in tune, strike up behinde
the tree, you are the King and I am the Miller, ther's all the
difference, sweete Ladies my name is Thumbe
Bas.
This is rudenesse
Gy.
Pardon their simplicity
Th.
Ile have that wench she lookes like Hercules.
Omnes.
Stand
Cap.
We have intorrogations points to put to you
Bas.
Treason, treason.
Pyr.
Barborous Villaines
Basilius runnes in, a bell rings, Philoclea, and Gynecia hide themselves, Pyrocles fights with them, Basilius comes in with a two handed sword, after some skirmish Enter Philonax and Calander with a guard the Rebells beaten off.
Pyr.
Where is Philoclea
Phi.
Heere art thou not hurt Zelmane.
My soule at every stroake made against thee
Was leaving my palebody
Py.
Deere Madam are you safe
Bas.
I thinke I ha pepper'd some of 'em, Philonax 'twas not
amisse you came, but Zelmane and I should have made a shift
Pyr.
You alone my Lord, were an army against such reeling
vallors, I did not thinke you could ha bestir'd your selfe
so well
Bas.
And I were in an other place alone with thee I could bestir
my selfe better
Cal.
I would you would consider yet to quit
This dangerous kinde of life
Phi.
Had not the valiant Amazon it seemes, defenc'd your person
Ere the troopes ariv'd, it might have prov'd too fatall
Gy.
He plaide the man indeede, the King is troubled
And thinks me Iealous of him, lasse old man
No more
Waite upon our Queene and daughter, weel follow
Exit.
I am wounded
Pyr.
How
Bas.
By thee Zelmane
Pyr.
I see your passions are the same and I
This might resolue to waite for you in the Cave
If you when your Gynecia is a bed
And fast a sleepe, (be sure of that) will please
To put your selfe to a short travell, I
Shall not expresse your welcome, but
Bas.
Deere as my soule I apprehend my comfort
One kisse in earnest of the million
Thou shalt receive, but carrie it close Zelmane
Exeunt
Enter Musidorus, and Mopsa.
Mus.
This is the Tree
Mop.
Oh let me kisse it toes
Mus.
Best loose no time
Mop.
Haile upon haile sweete tree, Crowne thee and all thy
wishes, Oh Dorus up womee Dorus, up womee, up womee,
up womee Dorus, teach mee to clymbe the right way prithee
Mus.
You must be muffled in the cloake, so now remember
your instructions, make first your invocation to Apollo as I tould
you, which being done, imploy your minde withall devotion to
his deity, untill you heare a voyce call three times on you by your
name, tho you should thinke your father mother Pamela or my
selfe talke to you answer not they are spirits that would delude.
Mop.
Vnder three Mopsas Ile not talke to 'em, Ile not be cozend
Mus.
Hold there and youl' be happy
Mop.
Ile aske a king to my husband, and thou shalt be he
Mus.
Your invocation.
Mop.
Into the greate eares of Apollo
Now let my invocation hollow
Oh thou that lightest all the day
For some to worke and some to play
By owle light now
Incline a gracious eare to me
Singing whoope whoope whooe
And pardon this my subtilty
That I deceive the passers by
I in this bough
Doe use the accentes of that fowle
Because I would be thought an Owle
With whoope whoope whooe
Enter Pamela.
Mus.
She has done her invocation
Pam.
Can she not heare us
Mus.
She shall heare us, but I have taken order with her eyes
and understanding too, sheel not beleeve us, thou lovely bird
Madge howlet
Mop.
That's a spirit in the voyce of Dorus, but Ile not answer
Mus.
See Dorus and Pamela both are heere
Whilst old Dametas Miso, and their deere
Daughter are stragled forth, they both together
Are taking now their flight, and who knowes whether
Pam.
This is too plaine
Mop.
Oh cunning Divells, but Ile not heare nor speake a sillable
Mus.
If thou canst finde a tongue to tell Dametas,
Make knowne unto his wisdome he is gull'd
Take courage Madam the way lies faire before us
And a barque already prepard cries come a bour'd
Farewell Howlet
Exeunt Musidorus and Pamela Dametas sings within
Mop.
Whoope whoope whooe—Hey I heare another singing
spirit in my fathers voyce, bee't Apollo himselfe, under three
Mopsas Ile not speake
Enter Dametas
Dam.
This is the tree, and heere the earth is broken
The certaine signe left by my trusty Dorus
The mouth of the rich treasure I salute thee
And kisse the hole from whence shall come my gold.
My hand is in the moone-shine,and up goes all
Whoope whoope, whooe
Dam.
What's that; an Owle, good Mistris Margerie I am busie
advanc'd by wealth to Dignity
doe not thinke it then vnmeete
to stoope with hands beneath thy feete
'Tis not with hand over head to be found
no no thou must stoope
though thou holdst
up thy poope
and grable for't in ground
Ha what's this, my hand is in the Hony pot I thinke, vmh vmh
I doe not like the softnes, I did groape for harder stuffe, if
this be gold 'tis liquid, and yet too thicke to be potable as they
say, it has a kinde of weft me thinks if I have not lost a sence
upon the sudden, I smell, call you this gold finding
Mop.
I have an extreame list now so I have saving your presence,
divell would restore your sence
Dam.
What's this, a written parchment this may be the inventory
of all the treasure.
Earth thou didst seeke, and store of earth thou hast
Mop.
Whoope whoope whooe
Dam.
As sure as this is my owne nose, I am stinkingly abus'd
Mop.
Ha ha ha,
Dam.
Can Madge Howlets laugh, that laugh was like my
Daughter Mopsa
Mop.
There's one time, againe againe sweete Apollo.
Dam.
'Tis her voyce what makes she there, now the dread
vengeance of my deere fatherly curse, light over th'wart thee
thou aukeward helding Mopsa
Mop.
There's two times, Mopsa once more and 'tis Apollo
Will you not answer in the Divells name Mopsa I say, oh
are you come
he strickes she falls.
Mop.
Yes yes divine Apollo
Dam.
Ile unhoode yee wheres Pamela
Mop.
Thanke your Deitie
Dam.
Speake now and tell me
Mop.
Answer my wishes as thou art Phebus, as thou art
Apollo tho in the likenesse of the Clowne my father,
grant me my wishes first, I aske a King to be my husband.
Dam.
What talkest thou of a King; the King will hang thy
father if Pamela be gon
Mop.
Let him be hang'd I care not, but let Dorus be a King,
and let him be my husband good Apollo
Dam.
Shee's starke staring mad, hast thou forgot thy father,
where is thy wit
Mop.
I doe not aske for wit, I tell thee, let me have a sufficient
husband and let him be a King
Dam.
Thou shal't have thy bellifull of husbands
Mop.
Oh that, that, that
Enter Miso
Miso.
Ile at you both thou ribald villaine and thou harlot
Dam.
Miso my spouse falne mad too
Thou wot not beate thy mother
Miso.
Oh me
Mop.
I defie her and thee and thou beest not Apollo,
Dam.
Oh who has gulled us all, deere Miso, tender Mopsa
heare me, before I open my mouth, art not thou Miso, and
thou my daughter Mopsa, oh we are all vndone we are all
vndone.
Mop.
Are not you god Apollo
Dam.
No as ever I hope to see him or any of his fellowes
in the face againe, I am mortall Dametas and I thinke thy father,
I am sure I am by thy mothers side, where is Pamela all this
while, whoes at home.
Mop,
As sure as you are my father and you my mother, theres
No body at home
Dam.
Shee's gon, shee's gon
Mop.
Dorus and Pamela, or two feends with their voyces
past by whilst
Miso.
Apollos tree
Dam.
Cast off your wonder I am not such an asse, but I perceive
We are gull'd
Mop.
So Divell Dorus tould me
Miso.
Oh me they are gon, was this your care
Mop.
Nay then where was your owne.
Dam.
Fall not at odds bout that, but goe with me
And helpe me to scape the gallow tree.
Exeunt.
Enter Gynecia and Pyrocles, with a Taper.
Gy.
Did I not counterfeit an infirmitie
Pyr.
Rarely, how love will prompt his votarie
The King suspects not what we purpose
Gy.
Las poore man, how carefull he seem'd of my health
And councell'd me to bed
Pyr.
I smil'd to see it
Gy.
So soone as he is a sleepe expect me
Pyr.
Stay, oth suddaine I ha thought upon a way
Blessed blessed minute.
Gy.
What's the device
Pyr.
You shan'ot goe to bed
Gy.
Not I
Pyr.
God Genius
I will not trust our worke to fortune if
You should want cunning in your passions
Or he should wake unhappily and finde
You absent, all were lost, to prevent this
You shall not come to me if there be danger
'Tis fit I be expos'd Ile take your place
And disaray me for Basilius bed
De'e marke, muffled up for your suppos'd
Distemper, let me alone to counterfeit
Dulnes, and when his sences are chain'd up
In sleepe, I will come downe toth cave to you
But take my mantle if any of Dametas
People meete you
Gy.
I will visit but my Closet
And follow thy instructions,
Exit.
If there be any starrs are kinde to love
This night shoote forth your golden heads, be thou
Bright moone propitious, on all eyes that would
Betray our flight, cast out a sullen mist
And hide thy silver cressent in a cloud,
But to our passage be a gentle goddesse
And borrow of thy brother yet more light
The day may spare it, Musidorus is
Enter Gynecia with a golden Violl.
Embark'd already with his Mistris,
If I obtaine Philocleas consent
Gy.
Zelmane now I am prepar'd
Pyr.
Haste to the Cave, expect,
Your servants visit
Gy.
And my happines
Exit.
Py.
How rudely vice becomes us, heere's a Lady
Whom never fame yet blemish'd, now the example
Of Cupids tyranie, love transformes us all
And fooles our understandings, I pittie her,
Now are Basilius thoughts in motion
And hurry him to the same licentiousnes.
There is warme snow I see, he delaies time.
In hope to finde his Queene a sleepe, whose place
I must assume for once, love dwells upon
A cliffe and all the waies to our enjoying
Are difficult and ragged,
But I forget Basilius, I must
Compose me for his bed, I shannot be
Much troubled, good old King he wishes me
Lutes Recorders
Good rest I know, and secure dreames, oh see
Philoclea what waies I come to thee
Exit.
Enter Basilius.
Bas.
These sounds may charme her into slumbers sweetly
Oh steale into her, hang upon her heart,
Come fixe your gentle raptures in her soule
That it may take delight to be ore come
And never wake the body, till Basilius
Returne with happy Conquest from Zelmane
Or if there be a leaden god of sleepe.
A Herrauld to the silent house of dreames
To bring one hither happier then the rest
Enter Philoclea
To entertaine my melancholly Queene; oh Philoclea
Thy mother will excuse thee this nights dutie
Doe not disturbe her, yet your voyce and Lute
'Ith next Chamber may procure her sleepe
That done without more ceremony goe
Exit Philoclea
To bed, so so my bloud begins to move
Shee's fast, I heare her, and the musique ceast,
Agen loude
Now to Zelmane.
Exit.
Enter Philoclea.
Phi.
I'me troubled, and dare not goe to bed
There's some thing whispers to my soule this will
Will be a fatall night, my mother is not well
I must needs see her—ha, the gods protect me
Enter Pyrocles
Pyr.
If there were any treason meant against
Philoclea her prayers were vainely offerd,
Since her owne innocence is protection
As powerfull as the Gods, I bring no horror
To fright your blood; dee not know me Lady
I was Zelmane.
Phi.
Was
Pyr.
I have been
So watched by your Ielous mother
Phi.
Ha.
Pyr.
But I forget
Phi.
What meane you?
Pyr.
To make fast the doores
If I could barre all the aire out saving what
Your breath should draw, for should I live by that
You would not chide my care
Phi.
You make me tremble.
Pyr.
If you cannot forgive me punish pray
This rudenes with my death; I prostrate to
Your feete my sword, and call you to my brest
To meete your anger, at this distance beg
I may behould you, but when you shall finde
Hath fill'd it, and with what religion there
My thoughts adore your memory, too late
It may invite your teares, can faire Philoclea
Thinke I have a soule that dare be wicked to her?
Such lookes would charme a ravisher, and throw
Ice through a Satires blood, but a man chaste
Already it drawes up to the simplicitie
And nature of an Angell, oh Philoclea
I am so farre from being ill my selfe
In such a sensuall way, that although time
And this faire opportunity might tempt
And excuse wanton heate, I should repent
Forget to love your selfe, if you but with
One thought so treacherous to your virgin honor
Should give consent to enioy you, it hath snow
Vpon my blood Philoclea, whose flowings
Are Chast as Christall; dare you trust me yet
To kisse your hand, my lips shall gently touch it
Nor will I leave a breath to staine the whitenesse
Pray be not fearefull.
Phi.
Sin did never yet
Prophane that voyce.
Pyr.
When it sounds lustfully
Your hate, a punishment next the wrath of heaven
Strike my heart dead—be pleas'd to rest a little
And if you dare vouch safe me to sit so neere you
I have much to tell you
Phi.
I know not what to say, where is my father
I had a mother too, this Chamber they
Vs'd to call their's
Pyr.
They are safe Philoclea.
Let not your cheeke looke pale, their absence wrought
For such a minute doth encourage me
To tell you now or never you must shew
There dwells a pittie in you, oh looke smooth
On him whose life and fortunes you may now
Advance or ruine ever, if you can
Hath made me suffer, thinke me worthy of
A life, let it begin from your consent
To love poore Pyrocles, 'tis in your power
To be no more a prisoner to this rude
And solitarie dwelling, such a brightnes
Is lost in caves, extend your arme and reach
A throane where seated with becomming greatnes
You may disperse with moving of your eye
An influence beyond the starrs, and quicken
A world that waites to be your creature
Phi.
Pyrocles
For so you call your selfe, and such I dare
Beleeve you are, for falsehood cannot dwell
A neighbor to that tongue although I might
Demand with reason, and my dutie first
What does concerne my parents, such a truth
Shines in your language, and such Innocence
In what you call affection, I must
Declare you have not plac'd one good thought heere
Which is not answerd with my heart, the fire
Which sparkled in your bosome long since leap'd
Into my brest and there burnes modestly
It would have spread into a greater flame
But still I curb'd it with my teares, oh Pyrocles
I would thou wert Zelmane agen, and yet
I must confesse I lov'd thee then, I know not
With what propheticke soule but I did wish
Often, thou were no man, or I no woman
Pyr.
Thou wert the comfort of my sleepes
Phi.
And you
The object of my watches, when the night
Wanted a spell to cast me into slumber
Yet when the weight of my owne thoughts grew heavie
For my teare dropping eyes, and drew these Curtaines
My dreames wert still of thee, forgive my blushes
And the imagination thou wert then.
My harmelesse bedfellow.
I arive too soone
At my desires, gently oh gently drop
These joyes into me, least at once let fall
I sinke beneath the tempest of my blessings
And you swell my heart too fast
Phi.
If you be Pyrocles
You will rest satisfied with this confession
You onely shall obtaine my love
Pyr.
Although my soule acknowledge this a blessing
Such as no service can reward enough
There remaines something, something which your honor
May easily consent to in this absence
Of both your parents whom with severall promises
Of my returne, I have already sent
To 'th Cave where they in vaine this night expect me
We must forsake this place, I have provided
For our conueiance to my fathers kingdome
If after all these arguments of love
You dare trust Pyrocles to convey you thether.
Phi,
I dare give thee my life, but pardom me
This is not safe, thus seeking to assure.
You may vntimely happen loose Philoclea
My dutie binds me not to rob my parents,
Such a departure may undoe their comforts
As y'are a prince perswade me not commit
So unnaturall a trespasse, weel expect
And satisfie our young desires till time
Mature our joy, I could content my selfe
To looke on Pyrocles and thinke it happines
Enough, or if my soule affect variety
Of pleasure every accent of thy voyce
Shall Court me with new rapture, and if these
Delights be narrow for us there is left
A modest kisse, whose every touch conveies
Our melting soules into each others lipes,
Why should not you be pleas'd to looke on me
To heare and sometimes kisse Philoclea
Pyr.
What an Ecclips
Hath that vaile made, it was not night till now
Looke if the starres have not withdrawne themselves
As they had waited on her richer brightnes
And missing of her eyes are stolen to bed,
What world of beauty is behinde that cloud
But keepe it still conceal'd, and let the creatures
When they shall misse day (for the same without
Thine eyes will glimmer like a petty taper)
Feare to be lost in darkenes, and expect
No light to follow, but from those wide flames
Which heaven hath threaten'd to destroy the world,
When thou hast frighted us renew againe
Our state and cure againe the fainting vniverse
One looke restores all—ha, Philoclea.
Phi.
There's something that sits heavy on my forehead
I know you cannot but be noble, pray
A little sleepe, if I exceede three minutes
Prithee wake me
Pyr.
Ha, I doe not like
Her sences should be snatchd away so strangely
'Tis an ill omen, I should trespasse much
Gainst manners, to disturbe her, beside she
Did make it her request whose will is sacred,
Then gently may she sleepe, and yet if she
Draw out this slumber to any length my hopes
Are blasted, if I loose this opportunitie
Of flight, no hope hereafter can releeve us
We are both undone, she sleepes still, I was not
Quicke enough to perswade her resolution
So necessarie, yet looke up Philoclea,
No, then enjoy thy dreame, and let us try
The kindnes of our fate, pitty a harsh
Sound should disturbe thy soft repose, I would
But dare not steale a kisse for feare to wake her,
And yet my loude voyce may be more offensive
Our soules are knit I see into one love
Both the same act, why doe not I sleepe too
The mist is falne already, if I but dreame of her
My slumbers shall be happy
he sleepes
Enter Dametas as from a Vault.
Dam.
There be more wayes to the woode then one, she may
be in her sisters Chamber, I may thanke my acquaintance with the
Buttery and a trap doore for this passage; shee has shut me out of
doores of all: vmh a sword I had rather it were Pamela naked, I
durst undertake to handle her with lesse feare; vmh Philoclea, 'tis
she and this is-no—this is not Pamela, she was a woman, unlesse
she be crept into breeches since I left her, no 'tis a man, heere is no
tarrying for me; and he were not soundly a sleepe, my smell were
enough to wake him;—treason treason
Exit.
Py.
Ha, what voyce is that, who cryes out treason?
Phi.
Pyrocles what's the matter?
Pyr.
Nothing
Within.
Treason, treason.
Pyr.
Harke, ist not treason, my sword, my sword
Is gon, we are betray'd, some theefe has been
Within the Chamber, yet the doores are safe, ha
Lets see, search every where, alas Philoclea
If now I must be ravisht from thee, how
Can there be charity enough on earth
To pitty me, they die but once who still
Dispaire of blisse; but the Fates twise destroy
A lover whom they kill so neere his ioy.
Exeunt.
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