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Actus Primi.
Scœna Prima.
TharsalioSolus, with a Glasse in his hand making readie.
Thow blinde imperfect Goddesse, that delights
(Like a deepe-reaching Statesman) to couerse
Only with Fooles: Iealous of knowing spirits;
For feare their piersing Iudgements might discouer
Thy inward weaknesse, and despise thy power;
Contemne thee for a Goddesse; Thou that lad'st
Th'vnworthy Asse with gold; while worth and merit
Serue thee for nought; (weake Fortune) I renounce
Thy vaine dependance, and conuert my dutie
And sacrifices of my sweetest thoughts,
To a more Noble Deitie. Sole friend to worth,
And Patronesse of all good Spirits, Confidence.
Shee be my Guide, and hers the praise of these
My worthie vndertakings.
Enter Lysander with a Glasse in his hand, Cynthia, Hylus, Ero.
Lysand.
Morrow Brother; Not readie yet?
Thar.
No; I haue somewhat of the Brother in me;
Saue you sister; how, are you enamoured of my presence?
how like you my aspect?
Cynth.
Faith no worse then I did last weeke, the weather
has nothing chang'd the graine of your complexion.
Thar.
A firme proofe, 'tis in graine, and so are not all
complexions.
Cynth.
Made to be worne vnder a Beuer.
Thar.
I, and 'twould shew well enough vnder a maske
too.
Lysand.
So much for the face.
Thar.
But is there no obiect in this suite to whet your
tongue vpon?
Lysand.
None, but Fortune send you well to weare it: for
shee best knowes how you got it.
Thar.
Faith, 'tis the portion shee bestowes vpon yonger
Brothers, valour, and good clothes: Marry, if you aske how
we come by this new suite, I must take time to answere it:
for as the Ballad saies, in written Bookes I find it. Brother
these are the blossomes of spirit: and I will haue it said for
my Fathers honour, that some of his children were truly
begotten.
Lysand.
Not all?
Thar.
Shall I tell you brother that I know will reioyce
you? my former suites haue been all spenders, this shall be
a speeder.
Lysand.
A thing to bee heartily wisht; but brother, take
heede you be not gull'd, be not too forward.
Thar.
'T had beene well for me, if you had follow'd that
counsaile: You were too forward when you stept into the
world before me, and gull'd me of the Land, that my spirits
and parts were indeede borne too.
Cynth.
May we not haue the blessing to know the aime of
your fortunes, what coast, for heauens loue?
Thar.
Nay, tis a proiect of State: you may see the preparation;
but the designe lies hidden in the brests of the wise.
May we not know't?
Thar.
Not vnlesse you'le promise mee to laugh at it, for
without your applause, Ile none.
Lysand.
The qualitie of it may bee such as a laugh will not
be ill bestow'd vpon't; pray heauen I call not Arsace sister.
Cynth.
What? the Pandresse?
Thar.
Know you (as who knowes not) the exquisite Ladie
of the Palace? The late Gouernours admired Widdow?
The rich and haughtie Countesse Eudora? Were not shee a
Iewell worth the wearing, if a man knew how to win her?
Lysand.
How's that? how's that?
Thar.
Brother, there is a certaine Goddesse called Confidence,
that carries a maine stroke in honourable preferments.
Fortune waits vpon her; Cupid is at her becke;
shee sends them both of errands. This Deitie doth promise
me much assistance in this businesse.
Lysand.
But if this Deitie should draw you vp in a basket
to your Countesses window, and there let you hang for all
the wits in the Towne to shoot at: how then?
Thar.
If shee doe, let them shoote their bolts and spare
not: I haue a little Bird in a Cage here that sings me better
comfort. What should be the barre? you'le say, I was Page
to the Count her husband. What of that? I haue there by
one foote in her fauour alreadie; Shee has taken note of my
spirit, and suruaid my good parts, and the picture of them
liues in her eie: which sleepe, I know, can not close, till
shee haue embrac't the substance.
Lysand.
All this sauors of the blind Goddesse you speake of.
Thar.
Why should I despaire, but that Cupid hath one
dart in store for her great Ladiship, as well as for any other
huge Ladie, whom she hath made stoope Gallant, to kisse
their worthie followers. In a word, I am assured of my
speede. Such faire attempts led by a braue resolue, are euermore
seconded by Fortune.
Cynth.
But brother? haue I not heard you say, your own
eares haue been witnesse to her vowes, made solemnely to
your late Lord; in memorie of him, to preserue till death,
yet that might coole your confidence.
Thar.
Tush sister, suppose you should protest with solemne
oath (as perhaps you haue done, if euer Heauen
heares your praiers, that you may liue to see my Brother
nobly interred) to feede only vpon fish, and not endure
the touch of flesh, during the wretched Lent of your miserable
life; would you beleeue it Brother?
Lysand.
I am therein most confident.
Thar.
Indeed, you had better beleeue it then trie it: but
pray Sister tell me, you are a woman: doe not you wiues
nod your heads, and smile one vpon an other when yee
meete abroade?
Cynth.
Smile? why so?
Thar.
As who should say, are not we mad Wenches, that
can lead our blind husbands thus by the noses? do you not
brag amongst your selues how grosly you abuse their honest
credulities? how they adore you for Saints: and you
beleeue it? while you adhorne their temples, and they beleeue
it not? how you vow Widdow-hood in their life
time, and they beleeue you, when euen in the sight of their
breathlesse corse, ere they be fully cold, you ioine embraces
with his Groome, or his Phisition, and perhaps his poisoner;
or at least by the next Moone (if you can expect so
long) solemnely plight new Hymine all bonds, with a wild,
confident, vntamed Ruffine?
Lysand.
As for example.
Thar.
And make him the top of his house, and soueraign
Lord of the Palace, as for example. Looke you Brother,
this glasse is mine.
Lysand.
What of that?
Thar.
While I am with it, it takes impression from my
face; but can I make it so mine, that it shall bee of no vse
to any other? will it not doe his office to you or you: and
as well to my Groome as to my selfe? Brother, Monopolies
are cryed downe. Is it not madnes for me to beleeue,
when I haue conquer'd that Fort of chastitie the great
shall assault her: her eies and eares should lose their function,
her other parts their vse, as if Nature had made her
all in vaine, vnlesse I only had stumbl'd into her quarters.
Cynth.
Brother: I feare mee in your trauaile, you haue
drunck too much of that Italian aire, that hath infected
the whole masse of your ingenuous Nature; dried vp in
you all sap of generous disposition, poisond the very Essence
of your soule, and so polluted your senses, that whatsoeuer
enters there, takes from them contagion, and is to
your fancie represented as foule and tainted, which in it
selfe perhaps is spotlesse.
Thar.
No sister, it hath refin'd my senses, and made mee
see with cleare eies, and to iudge of obiects, as they truly
are, not as they seeme, and through their maske to discerne
the true face of thinges. It tells me how short liu'd
Widdowes teares are, that their weeping is in truth but
laughing vnder a Maske, that they mourne in their
Gownes, and laugh in their Sleeues, all which I beleeue
as a Delphian Oracle: and am refolu'd to burne in
that faith, And in that resolution doe I march to the great
Ladie.
Lysand.
You lose time Brother in discourse, by this had
you bore vp with the Ladie and clapt her aboord, for I
knowe your confidence will not dwell long in the seruice.
Thar.
No, I will performe it in the Conquerours stile.
Your way is, not to winne Penelope by suite, but by
surprise. The Castle's carried by a sodaine assault, that
would perhaps sit out a twelue-moneths siege. It would
bee a good breeding to my yong Nephew here, if
hee could procure a stand at the Palace, to see with
what alacritie Ile a-coast her Countesship, in what
garbe I will woo her, with what facilitie I will winne
her.
It shall goe hard but weele heare your entertainment
for your confidence sake.
Thar.
And hauing wonne her Nephew; This sweet face
Which all the Citie saies, is so like me,
Like me shall be preferr'd, for I will wed thee
To my great widdowes Daughter and sole Heire,
The louely sparke, the bright Laodice.
Lysand.
A good pleasant dreame.
Thar.
In this eie I see
That fire that shall in me inflame the Mother,
And that in this shall set on fire the Daughter.
It goes Sir in a bloud; beleeue me brother,
These destinies goe euer in a bloud.
Lysand.
These diseases doe, brother, take heede of them:
Fare you well; Take heede you be not baffeld.
Exeunt. Lys. Cynth. Hyl. Ero. manet Thars.
Thar.
Now thou that art the third blind Deitie
That gouernes earth in all her happinesse,
The life of all endowments, Confidence;
Direct and prosper my intention.
Command thy seruant Deities, Loue and Fortune
To second my attempts for this great Ladie,
Whose Page I lately was; That shee, whose bord
I might not sit at, I may boord a bed
And vnder bring, who bore so high her head.
Exit.
Lysander, Lycus.
Lyc.
'Tis miraculous that you tell me Sir: he come to
woo our Ladie Mistris for his wife?
Lys.
'Tis a phrensie he is possest with, and wil not be cur'd
but by some violent remedie. and you shall fauour me so
much to make me a spectator of the Scene. But is shee (say
you) alreadie accessible for Suiters? I thought shee would
haue stood so stifly on her Widdow vow, that shee would
not endure the sight of a Suiter.
Lyc.
Faith Sir, Penelope could not barre her gates against
you know, a certaine Itch in femall bloud, they loue to be
su'd to: but sheele hearken to no Suiters.
Lys.
But by your leaue Lycus, Penelope is not so wise as
her husband Ulysses, for he fearing the iawes of the Syren,
stopt his eares with waxe against her voice. They that feare
the Adders sting, will not come neare her hissing. Is any
Suiter with her now?
Lyc.
A Spartan Lord, dating himselfe our great Viceroies
Kinsman, and two or three other of his Countrie Lords, as
spots in his train. He comes armed with his Altitudes letters
in grace of his person, with promise to make her a Duchesse
if shee embrace the match. This is no meane attraction
to her high thoughts; but yet shee disdaines him.
Lys.
And how then shall my brother presume of acceptance?
yet I hold it much more vnder her contentment, to
marrie such a Nastie braggart, then vnder her honour to
wed my brother: A Gentleman (though I sai't) more honourably
descended than that Lord: who perhaps, for all
his Ancestrie would bee much troubled to name you the
place where his Father was borne.
Lyc.
Nay, I hold no comparison betwixt your brother &
him. And the Venerean disease, to which they say, he has
beene long wedded, shall I hope first rot him, ere shee endure
the sauour of his Sulphurous breath. Well, her Ladiship
is at hand; y'are best take you to your stand.
Lys.
Thankes good friend Lycus.
Exit.
Enter Argus barehead, with whome another Vsher Lycus ioynes, going ouer the Stage. Hiarbas, and Psorabeus next, Rebus single before Eudora, Laodice, Sthenio bearing her traine, lanthe following.
Peb.
I admire Madame, you can not loue whome the
Viceroy loues.
Hiar.
And one whose veines swell so with his bloud, Madam,
as they doe in his Lordship.
A neare and deare Kinsman his Lordship is to his
Altitude, the Viceroy; In care of whose good speede here.
I know his Altitude hath not slept a sound sleepe since his
departure.
Eud.
I thanke Venus I haue, euer since he came.
Reb.
You sleepe away your Honour, Madam, if you neglect
me.
Hiar.
Neglect your Lordship? that were a negligence no
lesse than disloialtie.
Eud.
I much doubt that Sir, It were rather a presumption
to take him, being of the bloud Viceroiall.
Reb.
Not at all, being offered Madame.
Eud.
But offered ware is not so sweet you know. They
are the graces of the Viceroy that woo me, not your Lordships,
and I conceiue it should be neither Honor nor Pleasure
to you, to be taken in for an other mans fauours.
Reb.
Taken in Madam? you speake as I had no house to
hide my head in.
Eud.
I haue heard so indeed, my Lord, vnlesse it be another
mans.
Reb.
You haue heard vntruth then; These Lords can
well witnesse I can want no houses.
Hiar.
Nor Palaces neither my Lord.
Pso.
Nor Courts neither.
Eud.
Nor Temples I thinke neither; I beleeue wee shall
haue a God of him.
Enter Tharsalio.
Arg.
See the bold fellow; whether will you Sir?
Thar.
Away, all honour to you Madam?
Eud.
How now base companion?
Thar.
Base Madame: hees not base that fights as high as
your lips.
Eud.
And does that beseeme my seruant?
Thar.
Your Court-seruant Madam.
Eud.
One that waited on my boord?
That was only a preparation to my weight on your
bed Madam.
Eud.
How dar'st thou come to me with such a thought?
Thar.
Come to you Madam? I dare come to you at midnight,
and bid defiance to the proudest spirit that haunts
these your loued shadowes; and would any way make
terrible the accesse of my loue to you.
Eud.
Loue me? loue my dogge.
Thar.
I am bound to that by the prouerb Madam.
Eud.
Kennell without with him, intrude not here. What
is it thou presum'st on?
Thar.
On your iudgement Madam, to choose a Man, and
not a By but, as these are that come with Titles, and Authoritie,
as they would conquer, or rauish you. But I come
to you with the liberall and ingenuous Graces, Loue,
Youth, and Gentrie; which (in no more deform'd a person
then my selfe) deserue any Princesse.
Eud.
In your sawcie opinion Sir, and sirha too; get gone;
and let this malipert humour returne thee no more, for afore
heauen Ile haue thee tost in blanquets.
Thar.
In blanquets Madam, you must adde your sheetes,
and you must be the Toffer.
Reb.
Nay then Sir y'are as grosse as you are sawcie.
Thar.
And all one Sir, for I am neither.
Reb.
Thou art both.
Thar.
Thou liest; keepe vp your smiter Lord Rebus.
Hiar.
Vsest thou thus his Altitudes Cosen?
Reb.
The place thou know'st protects thee.
Thar.
Tie vp your valour then till an other place turne me
loose to you, you are the Lord (I take it) that wooed my
great Mistris here with letters from his Altitude; which
while she was reading, your Lordship (to entertaine time)
strodl'd and skal'd your fingers; as you would shew what
an itching desire you had to get betwixt her sheetes.
Hiar.
Slight, why does your Lordship endure him?
Reb.
The place, the place my Lord.
Thar.
Be you his Attorney Sir.
What would you doe Sir?
Thar.
Make thee leape out at window, at which thou
cam'st in: Whores-sonne bag-pipe Lords.
Eud.
What rudenesse is this?
Thar.
What tamenesse is it in you Madam, to sticke at the
discarding of such a suiter? A leane Lord, dub'd with the
lard of others? A diseased Lord too, that opening certaine
Magick Characters in an vnlawfull booke, vp-start as many
aches in's bones, as there are ouches in's skinne. Send
him (Mistris) to the Widdow your Tennant; the vertuous
Pandresse Arsace. I perceiue he has crownes in's Purse,
that make him proud of a string; let her pluck the Goose
therefore, and her maides dresse him.
Pso.
Still my Lord suffer him?
Reb.
The place Sir, beleeue it the place.
Thar.
O good Lord Rebus; The place is neuer like to be
yours that you neede respect it so much.
Eud.
Thou wrong'st the noble Gentleman.
Thar.
Noble Gentleman? A tumor, an impostume hee is
Madam; a very hault-boy, a bag-pipe; in whom there is
nothing but winde, and that none of the sweetest neither.
Eud.
Quitt the House of him by 'thead and Soulders.
Thar.
Thankes to your Honour Madame, and my Lord
Cosen the Viceroy shall thanke you.
Reb.
So shall he indeede sir.
Lyc., Arg.
Will you be gone sir?
Thar.
Away poore Fellowes.
Eud.
What is he made of? or what Deuill sees your childish,
and effeminate spirits in him, that thus yee shun him?
Be gone, or I protest thy life shall goe.
Thar.
Yet shall my Ghost stay still; and haunt those
beauties, and glories, that haue renderd it immortall.
Truest agreements (like the Elements
Fighting before they generate;) and that Time
Must be attended most, in thinges most worth;
I leaue your Honour freely; and commend
That life you threaten, when you please, to be
Aduentur'd in your seruice; so your Honour
Require it likewise.
Eud.
Doe not come againe.
Thar.
Ile come againe, beleeue it, and againe.
Exit.
Eud.
If he shall dare to come againe, I charge you shut
dores vpon him.
Arg.
You must shut them (Madam)
To all men else then, if it please your Honour,
For if that any enter, hele be one.
Eud.
I hope, wise Sir, a Guard will keepe him out.
Arg.
Afore Heauen, not a Guard (ant please your
Honour.)
Eud.
Thou liest base Asse; One man enforce a Guard?
Ile turne yee all away (by our Iles Goddesse)
If he but set a foote within my Gates.
Lurd.
Your Honour shall doe well to haue him poison'd.
Hiar.
Or begg'd of your Cosen the Viceroy.
Exit.
Lysander from his stand.
Lysand.
This brauing wooer, hath the successe expected;
The fauour I obtain'd, made me witnesse to the sport;
And let his Confidence bee sure, Ile giue it him
home. The newes by this, is blowne through the foure
quarters of the Cittie. Alas good Confidence: but the
happinesse is he has a forehead of proofe; the staine shall
neuer stick there whatsoeuer his reproch be.
Enter Tharsalio.
Lysand.
What? in discourse?
Thar.
Hell and the Furies take't his vile encounter.
Could be so barbarous to vse a spirit
Of my direction, with such loued respect?
Fore heauen it cuts my gall; but Ile dissemble it.
Lysand.
What? my noble Lord?
Thar.
Well Sir, that may be yet, and meanes to be.
Lysand.
What meanes your Lordship then to hang that
head that hath beene so erected; it knocks Sir at your bosome
to come in and hide it selfe.
Thar.
Not a iot.
Lysand.
I hope by this time it needes feare no hornes.
Thar.
Well Sir, but yet that blessing runs not alwaies in
a bloud.
Lysand.
What blanqueted? O the Gods! spurn'd out by
Groomes like a base Bisogno? thrust out by'th head and
shoulders?
Thar.
You doe well Sir to take your pleasure of me, (I
may turne tables with you ere long.)
Lysand.
What has thy wits fine engine taken cold?
art stuff't inth head? canst answere nothing?
Thar.
Truth is, I tooke my entertainment the better that
'twas no better.
Lysand.
Now the Gods forbid that this opinion should run
in a bloud.
Thar.
Haue not you heard this principle, All thinges by
strife engender.
Lysand.
Dogges and Cats doe.
Thar.
And men and women too.
Lysand.
Well Brother, in earnest, you haue now set your
confidence to schoole, from whence I hope't has brought
home such a lesson as will instruct his master neuer after to
begin such attempts as end in laughter.
Thar.
What Sir, you lesson my Confidence still; I pray
heauens your confidence haue not more shallow ground
(for that I know) then mine you reprehend so.
Lysand.
My confidence? in what?
Thar.
May be you trust too much.
Wherein?
Thar.
In humane frailtie.
Lysand.
Why brother know you ought that may impeach
my confidence, as this successe may yours? hath your obseruation
discouered any such frailtie in my wife (for that is
your aime I know) then let me know it.
Thar.
Good, good. Nay Brother, I write no bookes of
Obseruations, let your confidence beare out it selfe, as mine
shall me.
Lysand.
That's scarce a Brothers speech. If there be ought
wherein your Brothers good might any way be question'd
can you conceale it from his bosome?
Thar.
So, so. Nay my saying was but generall. I glanc't
at no particular.
Lysand.
Then must I presse you further. You spake (as to
your selfe, but yet I ouer-heard) as if you knew some disposition
of weaknesse where I most had fixt my trust. I challenge
you to let me know what 'twas.
Thar.
Brother? are you wise?
Lysand.
Why?
Thar.
Be ignorant. Did you neuer heare of Actæon?
Lysand.
What then?
Thar.
Curiositie was his death. He could not be content
to adore Diana in her Temple, but he must needes dogge
her to her retir'd pleasures, and see her in her nakednesse.
Doe you enioy the sole priuiledge of your wiues bed? haue
you no pretie Paris for your Page? No mysticall Adonis to
front you there?
Lysand.
I thinke none: I know not.
Thar.
Know not still Brother. Ignorance and credulitie
are your sole meanes to obtaine that blessing. You see your
greatest Clerkes, your wisest Politicians, are not that way
fortunate, your learned Lawyers would lose a dozen poore
mens causes to gaine a lease ant, but for a Terme. Your
Phisition is ielous of his. Your Sages in generall, by seeing
too much ouersee that happinesse. Only your block-headly
Tradesman; your honest meaning Cittizen; your not-headed
Stinckerd is blest with the sole prerogatiue of his Wiues
chamber. For which he is yet beholding, not to his starres,
but to his ignorance. For if he be wise, Brother, I must tell
you the case alters.
How doe you relish these thinges Brother?
Lysand.
Passing ill.
Thar.
So do sick men solid meates: hearke you brother,
are you not ielous?
Lysand.
No: doe you know cause to make me?
Thar.
Hold you there; did your wife neuer spice your
broth with a dramme of sublimate? hath shee not yeelded
vp the Fort of her Honour to a staring Soldado? and (taking
courage from her guilt) plaid open banckrout of all
shame, and runne the Countrie with him? Then blesse
your Starres, bow your knees to Iuno. Looke where shee
appeares.
Enter Cynthia, Hylus.
Cynth.
We haue sought you long Sir, there's a Messenger
within, hath brought you letters
from the Court, and desires your speech.
Lysand.
I can discouer nothing in her lookes. Goe, Ile not
be long.
Cynth.
Sir, it is of weight the bearer saies: and besides,
much hastens his departure. Honourable Brother! crie
mercie! what, in a Conquerours stile? but come and ouercome?
Thar.
A fresh course.
Cynth.
Alas you see of how sleight mettall Widdowes
vowes are made.
Thar.
And that shall you proue too ere long.
Cynth.
Yet for the honour of our sexe, boast not abroade
this your easie conquest; another might perhaps haue staid
longer below staires, but vpon your confidence, that surpris'd
her loue.
My vncle hath instructed me how to accoast an honorable
Ladie; to win her, not by suite, but by surprise.
Thar.
The Whelp and all.
Hyl.
Good Vncle let not your neare Honours change
your manners, bee not forgetfull of your promise to mee,
touching your Ladies daughter Laodice. My fancie runns
so vpon't, that I dreame euery night of her.
Thar.
A good chicken, goe thy waies, thou hast done
well; eate bread with thy meate.
Cynth.
Come Sir, will you in?
Lysand.
Ile follow you.
Cynth.
Ile not stirre a foot without you. I can not satisfie
the messengers impatience.
Lys.
He takes Thar. aside.
Wil you not resolue me brother?
Thar.
Of what?
Lysander stamps and goes out vext with Cynth. Hyl. Ero.
So, there's venie for venie, I haue giuen't him 'ith place
speeding for all his confidence. Well out of this perhaps
there may bee moulded matter of more mirth,
then my baffling. It shall goe hard but Ile make my
constant sister act as famous a Scene as Uirgil did his Mistris;
who caus'd all the Fire in Rome to faile so; that none
could light a torch but at her nose. Now forth: At this house
dwells a vertuous Dame, sometimes of worthy Fame, now
like a decai'd Merchant turn'd Broker, and retailes refuse
commodities for vnthriftie Gallants. Her wit I must imploy
vpon this businesse to prepare my next encounter, but
in such a fashion as shall make all split. Ho? Madam Arsace?
pray heauen the Oister-wiues haue not brought the
newes of my woing hether amongst their stale Pilcherds.
Enter Arsace, Tomasin.
Ars.
What? my Lord of the Palace?
Thar.
Looke you.
Ars.
Why, this was done like a beaten Souldier.
Thar.
Hearke, I must speake with you. I haue a
share for you in this riche aduenture. You must
Fort, and I the Conquerour to follow, and seise it. Seest
thou this iewell?
Ars.
Is't come to that? why Tomasin.
Tom.
Madam.
Ars.
Did not one of the Countesses Seruing-men tell vs
that this Gentleman was sped?
Tom.
That he did, and how her honour grac't and entertained
him in very familiar manner.
Ars.
And brought him downe staires her selfe.
Tom.
I forsooth, and commanded her men to beare him
out of dores.
Thar.
Slight, pelted with rotten egges?
Ars.
Nay more, that he had alreadie possest her sheetes.
Tom.
No indeede Mistris, twas her blanquets.
Thar.
Out you yong hedge-sparrow, learne to tread afore
you be fledge.
Well haue you done now Ladie.
Ars.
O my sweet kilbuck.
Thar.
You now, in your shallow pate, thinke this a disgrace
to mee, such a disgrace as is a batterd helmet on a
souldiers head, it doubles his resolution. Say, shall I vse
thee?
Ars.
Vse me?
Thar.
O holy reformation! how art thou fallen downe
from the vpper-bodies of the Church to the skirts of the
Citie! honestie is stript out of his true substance into verball
nicetie. Common sinners startle at common termes,
and they that by whole mountaines swallow downe the
deedes of darknesse; A poore mote of a familiar word,
makes them turne vp the white o'th eie. Thou art the Ladies
Tennant.
Ars.
For terme Sir.
Thar.
A good induction, be successefull for me, make me
Lord of the Palace, and thou shalt hold thy Tenement to
thee and thine eares for euer, in free smockage, as of the
manner of Panderage, prouided alwaies.
Nay if you take me vnprouided.
Thar.
Prouided I say, that thou mak'st thy repaire to her
presently with a plot I will instruct thee in; and for thy surer
accesse to her greatnesse, thou shalt present her, as from
thy selfe with this iewell.
Arsa.
So her old grudge, stand not betwixt her and me.
Thar.
Feare not that.
Presents are present cures for femall grudges,
Make bad, seeme-good; alter the case with Iudges.
Exit.
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