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Actus Primus.
Scæna Prima.
Enter Incubo the Bayliff, Diego the Host.Inc.
Signior Don Diego, and mine Host, save thee.
Die.
I thank you Mr Bayly.
Inc.
O the block.
Die.
Why, how should I have answered?
Inc.
Not with that
Negligent rudeness: But I kiss your hands
Signior Don Incubo de Hambre, and then
My titles; Master Bayly of Castil-blanco:
Thou nere wilt have the elegancy of an Host;
I sorrow for thee, as my friend and gossip:
No smoak, nor steam out-breathing from the kitchen?
There's litle life i'th harth then.
Die.
I, there, there,
That is his friendship, hearkning for the spit,
And sorrow that he cannot smel the pot boil.
Inc.
Strange
An Inne should be so curst, and not the sign
Blasted, nor withered; very strange, three days now,
And not an egg eat in it, or an onyon.
Die.
I think they ha' strew'd the high-wayes with caltraps, I,
No horse dares pass 'em; I did never know
A week of so sad doings, since I first
Stood to my sign-post.
Inc.
Gossip, I have found
The root of all; kneel, pray, it is thy self
Art cause thereof: each person is the founder
Of his own fortune, good, or bad; but mend it,
Call for thy cloak, and rapier.
Die.
How?
Inc.
Do, call,
And put 'em on in haste: Alter thy fortune,
By appearing worthy of her: Dost thou think
Her good face ere wil know a man in cuerpo?
In single body, thus? in hose, and doblet?
The horse boyes garb? base blank, and half blank cuerpo?
Did I, or Mr Dean of Civil our neighbor
Ere reach our dignities in cuerpo, thinkst thou,
In squirting hose, and doublet? Signior, no,
There went more to't: there were cloaks, gowns, cassocks
And other paramentos; Call, I say,
His cloak, and rapier here.
Enter Hostesse.
Hostes.
What means your worship?
Inc.
Bring forth thy husbands Sword: so hang it on,
And now his cloak, here, cast it up; I mean
Gossip, to change your luck, and bring you guests.
Hostes.
Why? is there charm in this?
Inc.
Expect; now walk,
But not the pace of one that runs on errands;
For want of gravity in an Host, is odious:
You may remember Gossip, if you please,
(Your wife being then th'Infanta of the Gipsies,
And your self governing a great mans Mules then)
Me a poor Squire at Madrid attending
A Master of Ceremonies; But a man, beleeve it,
That knew his place to the gold weight, and such
Have I heard him oft say, ought every Host
Within the Catholique kings dominions
Be in his own house.
Die.
How?
Inc.
A Master of Ceremonies:
At least vice-master, and to do nought in cuerpo,
That was his maxime; I wil tell thee of him:
He would not speak with an Ambassadors Cook,
See a cold bake-meat from a forreign part
In cuerpo: had a dog but staid without,
Or beast of quality, as an English cow,
But to present it self, he would put on
His Savoy chain about his neck, the ruff
And cuffs of Holland, then the Naples hat
With the Rome hat-band, and the Florentine agat,
The Millain Sword, the Cloak of Genua, set
With Flemish buttons, all his given peeces
To entertain 'em in, and complement
Knock within.
With a tame Coney, as with the Prince that sent it.
Die.
List, who is there?
Inc.
A guest and 't be thy wil.
Die.
Look Spowse, cry luck, and we be encounter'd: ha?
Host.
Luck then, and good, for 'tis a fine brave guest,
With a brave horse.
Inc.
Why now, beleeve of cuerpo
Enter Theodosia.
As you shal see occasion: go, and meet him.
Theo.
Look to my horse, I pray you, wel.
Die.
He shal Sir.
Inc.
Oh how beneath his rank and call was that now?
Your horse shal be entreated as becomes
A horse of fashion, and his inches.
Theo.
O.
Inc.
Look to the Cavalier: what ailes he? stay
If it concern his horse, let it not trouble him,
He shal have all respect the place can yeeld him
Either of barley, or fresh straw.
Die.
Good Sir
Look up.
Inc.
He sincks, somewhat to cast upon him,
Hee'l go away in cuerpo else.
Die.
What, wife!
O your hot waters quickly, and some cold
To cast in his sweet face.
Host.
Alas, fair flowre?
Die.
Do's any body entertain his horse?
Host.
Yes, Lazaro has him.
Enter Hostesse with a glasse of water.
Inc.
Go you see him in person.
Host.
Sir, taste a litle of this, of mine own water,
I did distil't my self; sweet Lilly look upon me,
You are but newly blown, my pretty Tulip.
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Stand up, so bolt upright, you are yet in growing.
The.
Pray you let me have a chamber.
Host.
That you shall Sir.
The.
And where I may be private, I intreat you.
Host.
For that introth Sir we ha' no choice: our house
Is but a vent of need, that now and then
Receives a guest, between the greater towns
As they come late; onely one room,
Inc.
She means Sir, it is none
Of those wild, scatter'd heaps, call'd Innes, where scarce
The Host is heard, though he wind his horn t'his people,
Here is a competent pile, wherein the man,
Wife, Servants, all doe live within the whistle
Host.
Onely one room.
Inc.
A pretty modest quadrangle
She will describe to you.
Host.
Wherein stands two Beds Sir
Enter Diego.
We have, and where, if any guest do come,
He must of force be lodg'd, that is the truth Sir.
Theo.
But if I pay you for both your beds, methinks
That should alike content you.
Host.
That it shall Sir.
If I be paid, I am praid.
Theo.
Why, ther's a Ducket
Will that make your content?
Host.
O the sweet face on you:
A Ducket? yes, and there were three beds Sir,
And twice so many rooms, which is one more,
You should be private in 'em all, in all Sir,
No one should have a peece of a bed with you
Not Master Deane of Civill himself, I swear
Though he came naked hither, as once he did
When h'had like t'have been tane a bed with the Moore
And guelt by her Master: you shall be as private,
As if you lay in's owne great house, that's haunted,
Where no body comes, they say:
Theo.
I thank you Hostesse.
Pray you will you shew me in.
Host.
Yes marry will I Sir,
And pray that not a flea, or a chink vex you
Exit Host. and Theo.
Inc.
You forget supper: Gossip: move for supper
Die.
'Tis strange what love to a beast may do, his Horse
Threw him into this fit.
Inc.
You shall excuse me
It was his being in Cuerpo, meerly caus'd it.
Die.
Do you think so Sir?
Inc.
Most unlucky Cuerpo,
Naught els, he looks as he would eat partridge,
This guest; ha' you em ready in the house?
And a fine peece of kid now? and fresh garlick,
Enter Hostesse.
With a Sardina, and Zant oile? how now?
Has he bespoke? what will he have a brace,
Or but one partridge, or a short leg'd hen,
Daintyly carbonado'd?
Host.
'Lasse the dead
May be as ready for a Supper as he.
Inc.
Ha?
Host.
He has no mind to eat, more then his shadow:
Inc.
Say you.
Dieg.
How do's your worship
Inc.
I put on
My left shoo first to day, now I perceive it,
And skipt a bead in saying 'em ore; els
I could not be thus cross'd: He cannot be
Above seventeen; one of his years, and have
No better a stomach?
Host.
And in such good clothes too
Dieg.
Nay, those do often make the stomach worse, wife,
That is no reason.
Inc.
I could at his years Gossips
(As temperate as you see me now) have eaten
My brace of ducks, with my half goose, my cony,
And drink my whole twelve Marvedis in wine
As easie as I now get down three olyffs.
Dieg.
And with your temperance-favour, yet I think
Your worship would put to't at six and thirty
For a good wager; and the meal in too.
Inc.
I do not know what mine old mouth can do,
I ha not prov'd it lately
Dieg.
That's the grief Sir.
Inc.
But is he without hope then gone to bed?
Host.
I fear so Sir, has lock'd the door close to him
Sure he is very ill.
Inc.
That is with fasting,
You should ha told him Gossip, what you had had,
Given him the inventury of your kitchen,
It is the picklock in an Inne, and often
Opens a close barr'd stomach: what may he be, troh?
Has he so good a Horse?
Dieg.
Oh a brave Jennet,
As ere your worship saw.
Inc.
And he eats
Dieg.
Strongly,
Inc.
A mighty solascisme, heaven give me patience,
What creatures has he?
Host.
None.
Inc.
And so well cloath'd,
And so well mounted?
Dieg.
That's all my wonder Sir,
Who he should be; he is attir'd and hors'd
For the Constables son of Spaine.
Inc.
My wonders more
He should want appetite: well a good night
To both my Gossips: I will for this time
Put off the thought of supping: In the morning
Remember him of breakfast pray you,
Host.
'T shall Sir,
Dieg.
A hungry time Sir.
Inc.
We that live like myce
On others meat, must watch when we can get it
Exit Incubo.
Host.
Yes, but I would not tell him: Our fair guest
Says, though he eat no supper, he will pay for one.
Dieg.
Good news: we'l eat it spouse, 't his health,
'Twas politickly done t'admit no sharers.
Enter Philippo.
Phil.
Look to the Mules there, wher's mine Host?
Dieg.
Here Sir.
Another Fayerie.
Host.
Blesse me.
Phil.
From what sweet Hostesse?
Are you affraid o' your guests?
Host.
From Angels Sir,
I think ther's none but such come here to night,
My house had never so good luck afore
For brave fine guests; and yet the ill luck on't is
I cannot bid you welcome.
Phil.
No?
Host.
Not lodge you Sir.
Phil.
Not, Hostesse?
Host.
No in troth Sir, I do tell you
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Are both tane up by a yong Cavalier
That wil, and must be private.
Die.
He has paid Sir
For all our Chambers.
Host.
Which is one: and Beds
Which I already ha' told you are two: But Sir,
So sweet a creature, I am very sorry
I cannot lodge you by him; you look so like him
Yo'are both the loveliest peeces.
Phil.
What train has he?
Die.
None but himself.
Phil.
And wil no less then both deds
Serve him?
Host.
H'as given me a ducket for 'em.
Phil.
O.
You give me reason Hostesse: Is he handsome,
And yong do you say?
Host.
O Sir, the delicat'st flesh
And finest clothes withall, and such a horse,
With such a Sadle.
Phil.
Shee's in love with all.
The horse, and him, and Sadle, and clothes: good woman,
Thou justifiest thy Sex; lov'st all that's brave:
Enter Incubo.
Sure though I lye o'th ground, ile stay here now
And have a sight of him: you'l give me house-room,
Fire, and fresh meat for money: gentle Hostesse
And make me a pallat?
Inc.
Sir shee shal do reason:
I understood you had another guest: Gossips
Pray you let his Mule be lookt too: have good straw,
And store of bran: And Gossip do you hear,
Let him not stay for supper: what good fowle ha' you?
This gentleman would eat a pheasant.
Host.
'Lass Sir;
We ha' no such.
Inc.
I kiss your hands fair Sir.
What ha' you then? speak what you have? I'me one Sir
Here for the Catholique King, an Officer
T'enquire what guests come to these places; you Sir
Appear a person of quality, and 'tis fit
You be accommodated: why speak you not,
What ha' you woman? are you afraid to vent
That which you have?
Phil.
This is a most strange man;
T'appoint my meat.
Host.
The half of a cold hen Sir,
And a boil'd quarter of kid, is all i'th house.
Inc.
Why all's but cold; let him see it fourth,
Cover, and give the eye some satisfaction,
A Travellers stomach must see bread and salt,
His belly is neerer to him, then his kindred:
Cold hen's a pretty meat Sir.
Phil.
What you please;
I am resolv'd t'obey.
Inc.
So is your kid,
With pepper, garlick, and the juice of an Orenge,
She shal with sallads help it, and cleane lynnen;
Dispatch: what news at Court Sir?
Phil.
Faith new tires
Most of the Ladies have: the men old Suits,
Only the Kings fool has a new coat
To serve you.
Inc.
I did ghess you came from thence Sir.
Phil.
But I do know I did not.
Inc.
I mistook Sir.
What hear you of the Archdukes?
Phil.
Troth your question.
Enter Hostesse and Servants with Table.
Inc.
Of the French business, What?
Phil.
As much.
Inc.
No more?
They say the French: O that's wel: come I'le help you:
Have you no jibblets now? or a broild rasher
Or some such present dish t'assist?
Host.
Not any Sir.
Inc.
The more your fault: you nev'r should be without
Such aydes: what cottage would ha' lackt a pheasant
At such a time as this? wel, bring your hen,
And kid forth quickly.
Phil.
That should be my prayer
To scape his inquisition.
Inc.
Sir, the French,
They say are divided 'bout their match with us,
What think you of it.
Phil.
As of naught to me Sir.
Inc.
Nay it's as litle to me too: but I love
To ask after these things, to know the affections
Of States, and Princes, now and then for bettring.
Phil.
Of your own ignorance.
Inc.
Yes Sir:
Phil.
Many do so.
Inc.
I cannot live without it: what do you hear
Of our Indian Fleet; they say they are well return'd.
Phil.
I had no venture with 'em Sir; had you?
Enter Hostesse and Servants with meat.
Inc.
Why do you ask Sir?
Phil.
'Cause it might concern you,
It do's not me.
Inc.
O here's your meat come.
Phil.
Thanks,
I welcome it at any price.
Inc.
Some stools here,
And bid mine Host bring Wine, ile try your kid,
If he be sweet: he looks wel: yes, he is good;
Ile carve you sir.
Phil.
You use me too too princely:
Tast, and carve too.
Inc.
I love to do these offices.
Phil.
I think you do: for whose sake?
Inc.
For themselves sir,
The very doing of them is reward.
Phil.
'Had little faith would not beleeve you Sir.
Inc.
Gossip some wine.
Enter Diego with wine.
Die.
Here 'tis: and right St Martyn.
Inc.
Measure me out a glass.
Phil.
I love the humanity
Us'd in this place:
Inc.
Sir, I salute you here.
Phil.
I kiss your hands Sir.
Inc.
Good wine; it wil beget an appetite:
Fil him; and sit down, Gossip, entertain
Your noble guest here, as becomes your title.
Die.
Please you to like this wine Sir?
Phil.
J dislike
Nothing mine Host, but that I may not see
Your conceal'd guest: here's to you.
Die.
In good faith Sir,
I wish you as wel as him: would you might see him.
Inc.
And wherefore may he not:
Die.
'Has lock'd himself Sir
Up, and has hir'd both the beds o' my wife
At extraordinarie rate.
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Ile give as much
If that will do't, for one, as he for both;
What say you mine Host, the door once open
Ile fling my self upon the next bed to him
And there's an end of me till morning; noise
I will make none.
Die.
I wish your worship well—but
Inc.
His honour is engag'd: And my she Gossip
Hath past her promise, hath she not?
Die.
Yes truely:
Inc.
That toucheth to the credit of the house:
Well, I will eate a little, and think: how say you sir
Unto this brawn o'th hen?
Phil.
I ha' more minde
To get this bed sir.
Inc.
Say you so: Why then
Giv't me agen, and drink to me: mine Host
Fill him his wine: thou'rt dull, and do'st not praise it,
I eate but to teach you the way Sir.
Phil.
Sir:
Find but the way to lodge me in this chamber
Ile give mine Host two duckets for his bed,
And you sir two realls: here's to you
Inc.
Excuse me,
I am not mercenary: Gossip pledge him for me,
Ile think a little more; but ev'n one bit
And then talke on: you cannot interrupt me.
Die.
This peece of wine sir cost me
Inc.
Stay: I have found:
This little morcell: and then: here's excellent garlick:
Have you not a bunch of grapes now: or some Bacon
To give the mouth a rellish?
Die.
Wife, do you hear?
Inc.
It is no matter: Sir, give mine Host your duckets.
Die.
How Sir?
Inc.
Do you receive 'em: I will save
The honesty of your house: and yours too Gossip,
And I will lodge the Gentleman: shew the Chamber.
Die.
Good Sir do you hear.
Inc.
Shew me the Chamber.
Die.
Pray you Sir,
Do not disturb my guests.
Inc.
Disturb? I hope
The Catholique King sir, may command a lodging
Without disturbing in his vassails house,
For any Minister of his, emploid
In business of the State. Where is the door?
Open the door, who are you there? within?
In the Kings name.
Theodosia within.
Theod.
What would you have?
Inc.
Your key sir,
And your door open: I have here command
To lodge a Gentleman, from the Justice, sent
Upon the Kings affairs.
Theod.
Kings and necessities
Must be obey'd: the key is under the door.
Inc.
How now sir, are you fitted? you secur'd?
Phi.
Your two reals are grown a peece of eight.
Inc.
Excuse me Sir.
Phil.
'Twill buy a hen; and wine
Sir, for to morrow.
Exit. Phil.
Inc.
I do kisse your hands Sir
Well this will bear my charge yet to the Gallies
Where I am owing a ducket: whither this night
By the Moons leave Ile march: for in the morning
Early they put from Port S. Maries.
Ex. al but Diego.
Die.
Lazaro
Enter Lazaro.
How do the horses?
Laz.
Would you would go and see Sir,
A—of all Jades, what a clap h'as given me:
As sure as you live master he knew perfectly
I couzend him on's Oats: he lookt upon me
And then he sneerd, as who should say take heed sirrah:
And when he saw our half peck, which you know
Was but an old Court dish: lord how he stampt:
I thought 't had been for joy, when suddenly
He cuts me a back caper with his heels
And takes me just o'th' crupper: down came I
And all my ounce of Oates: Then he neigh'd out
As though he had had a Mare by'th taile.
Die.
Faith Lazaro
We are to blame to use the poor dumb serviters
So cruelly.
Laz.
Yonder's this other gentlemans horse
Keeping our Lady eve: the devill a bit
Has got since he came in yet: there he stands
And looks, and looks, but 'tis your pleasure sir
He shall look lean enough: has hay before him
But 'tis as big as hemp, and will as soon choak him,
Unless he eate it butter'd: he had four shoos
And good ones when he came: 'tis a strange wonder
With standing still he should cast three.
Die.
O Lazaro
The devils in this trade: truth never knew it
And to the devill we shall travell Lazaro
Unless we mend our manners: once every week
I meet with such a knock to molefie me
Sometimes a dozen to awake my conscience
Yet still I sleep securely.
Laz.
Certain Master
We must use better dealing.
Die.
Faith for mine own part
Not to give ill example to our issues,
I could be well content to steal but two girths,
And now and then a saddle cloth: change a bridle
Onely for exercise.
Laz.
If we could stay there
There were some hope on's Master: but the devill is
We are drunk so early we mistake whole Saddles
Sometimes a horse; and then it seems to us too
Every poore Jade has his whole peck, and tumbles
Up to his ears in clean straw, and every bottle
Shews at the least a dozen; when the truth is Sir
Ther's no such matter, not a smell of provinder,
Not so much straw, as would tye up a horse tail,
Nor any thing ith' rack, but two old cobwebs
And so much rotten hay as had been a hens nest.
Die.
Well, these mistakings must be mended Lazaro,
These apparitions, that abuse our sences,
And make us ever apt to sweep the manger
But put in nothing; these fancies must be forgot
And we must pray it may be reveal'd to us
Whose horse we ought in conscience to couzen,
And how, and when: A Parsons horse may suffer
A little greazing in his teeth, 'tis wholsome;
And keeps him in a sober shuffle: and his Saddle
May want a stirrop, and it may be sworn
His learning lay on one side, and so brok it:
Has ever Oates in's cloak-bag to prevent us
And therefore 'tis a meritorious office
To tythe him soundly.
Laz.
And a Grazier may
For those are pinching puckfoysts, and suspitious:
Suffer a myst before his eyes sometimes too,
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When the truth is, rubbing his gums with salt,
Till all the skin come off: he shal but mumble
Like an old woman, that were chewing brawn,
And drop 'em out again.
Die.
That may do wel too,
And no doubt 'tis but venial: But good Lazaro
Have you a care of understanding horses,
Horses with angry heels, gentlemens horses,
Horses that know the world: let them have meat
Till their teeth ake; and rubbing till their ribbs
Shine like a wenches forehead; they are devils
Laz.
And look into our dealings: as sure as we live
These Courtiers horses are a kind of Welsh prophets,
Nothing can be hid from 'em: For mine own part
The next I cozen of that kind, shal be founderd,
And of all four too: Ile no more such complements
Upon my crupper.
Die.
Steal but a litle longer
Till I am lam'd too, and wee'l repent together,
It wil not be above two daies.
Laz.
By that time
I shal be wel again, and all forgot Sir.
Dieg.
Why then ile stay for thee.
Exit.
Scæna secunda.
Enter Theodosia. and Phillipo on several Beds.Theo.
Oh,—ho—? oh—ho?
Phil.
Ha?
Theo.
Oh—oh? heart—heart—heart—heart?
Phil.
What's that?
Theo.
When wilt thou break?—break, break, break?
Phil.
Ha?
I would the voice were strong, or I neerer,
Theo.
Shame, shame, eternal shame? what have I done?
Phil.
Done?
Theo.
And to no end: what a wild Jorney
Have I more wildly undertaken?
Phil.
Jorney?
Theo.
How without counsel? care? reason? or fear?
Phil.
Whither wil this fit carry?
Theo.
O my folly:
Phil.
This is no common sickness.
Theo.
How have I left
All I should love, or keep? ô heaven.
Phil.
Sir.
Theo.
Ha?
Phil.
How do you gentle Sir?
Theo.
Alas my fortune
Ph.
It seems your sorrow oppresses: please your goodness
Let me bear half Sir: a divided burthen
Is so made lighter.
Theo.
Oh,
Phil.
That sigh betrayes
The fulness of your grief:
Theo.
I, if that grief
Had not bereft me of my understanding,
I should have wel remembred where I was,
And in what company; and clapt a lock
Upon this tongue for talking.
Phil.
Worthy Sir
Let it not add to your grief, that I have heard
A sigh, or groan come from you: That is all Sir:
The.
Good Sir no more: you have heard too much I fear,
Would I had taken poppy when I spake it.
Phil.
It seems you have an ill belief of me
And would have feard much more, had you spoke ought
I could interpret. But beleeve it Sir
Had I had means to look into your breast,
And tane you sleeping here, that so securely
I might have read, all that your woe would hide
I would not have betrayd you.
Theo.
Sir that speech
Is very noble, and almost would tempt
My need to trust you.
Phil.
At your own election,
I dare not make my faith so much suspected
As to protest again: nor am I curious
To know more then is fit.
Theo.
Sir I wil trust you
But you shal promise Sir to keep your bed,
And whatsoe'er you hear, not to importune
More I beseech you from me.
Phil.
Sir I wil not.
Theo.
Then I am proan to utter.
Phil.
My faith for it.
Theo.
If I were wise, I yet should hold my peace
You wil be noble.
Phil.
You shal make me so
If you'l but think me such.
Theo.
I do: then know
You are deceiv'd with whom you have talk so long.
I am a most unfortunate lost woman.
Phil.
Ha?
Theo.
Do not stir Sir: I have here a Sword.
Phil.
Not I sweet Lady: of what blood, or name.
Theo.
You'l keep your faith.
Phil.
Ile perish else.
Theo.
Beleeve then
Of birth too noble for me, so descended—
I am ashamd, no less then I am affrighted.
Phil.
Fear not: by all good things, I will not wrong you.
Theo.
I am the daughter of a noble Gentleman
Born in this part of Spain: my fathers name Sir:
But why should I abuse that reverence
When a childs duty has forsaken me.
Phil.
All may be mended: in fit time too: speak it
Theo.
Alphonso, sir.
Phil.
Alphonso? what's your own name?
Theo.
Any base thing you can invent.
Phil.
Deal truely.
Theo.
They call me Theodosia
Phi.
Ha? and love
Is that that hath chang'd you thus?
Theo.
Ye have observ'd me
Too neerly Sir, 'tis that indeed: 'tis love Sir:
And love of him (oh heavens) why should men deal thus?
Why should they use their arts to cozen us?
That have no cunning, but our fears about us?
And ever that too late to; no dissembling
Or double way but doating: too much loving?
Why should they find new oaths, to make more wretches?
Phil.
What may his name be?
Theo.
Sir a name that promises
Me thinks no such ill usage: Mark-antonio
A noble neighbours Son: Now I must desire ye
To stay a while: else my weak eyes must answer.
Phil.
I will:—Are ye yet ready? what is his quality?
Theo.
His best a theef Sir: that he would be known by;
Is, heir to Leonardo, a rich Gentleman:
Next, of a handsome body, had heaven made him
A minde fit to it. To this man, my fortune,
(My more then purblind fortune) grave my faith,
Drawn to it by as many shews of service
And signs of truth, as ever false tongue utter'd:
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Phil.
'Tis wel said: forward Lady.
Theo.
Contracted Sir, and by exchange of rings
Our souls deliver'd: nothing left unfinish'd
But the last work, enjoying me, and Ceremony.
For that I must confess was the first wise doubt
I ever made: yet after all this love sir,
All this profession of his faith; when dayly
And hourly I expected the blest priest
Hee left me like a dream, as all this story
Had never been, nor thought of, why I know not;
Yet I have called my conscience to confession,
And every sillable that might offend
I have had in shrift: yet neither loves law Signiour,
Nor try of maidens duty, but desiring
Have I transgrest in: left his father too,
Nor whither he is gone, or why departed
Can any tongue resolve mee: All my hope
(Which keeps mee yet alive, and would perswade mee
I may be once more happy, and thus shapes mee
A shame to all my modest sex) is this Sir,
I have a Brother and his old Companion,
Studient in Sallimanca, there my last hope
If hee bee yet alive, and can be loving
Is left mee to recover him: For which travel
In this Sute left at home of that dear Brothers
Thus as you find mee, without fear, or wisdom,
I have wander'd from my father, fled my friends,
And now am only child of hope and danger:
You are now silent Sir: this tedious story
(That ever keeps mee waking) makes you heavy:
'Tis fit it should do so: for that, and I
Can be but troubles.
Phil.
No, I sleep not Lady:
I would I could: oh heaven is this my comfort.
Theo.
What aile you gentle Sir?
Phil.
Oh.
Theo.
Why do you groan so?
Phil.
I must, I must; oh misery.
Theo.
But now Sir
You were my comfort: if any thing afflict yee
Am not I fit to bear a part on't? and by your own rule.
Phil.
No; if you could heal, as you have wounded me,
But 'tis not in your power.
Theo.
I fear intemperance.
Phil.
Nay do not seek to shun mee: I must see you:
By heaven I must: hoa, there mine Host: a Candle:
Strive not, I wil not stir ye.
Theo.
Noble Sir
This is a breach of promise.
Phil.
Tender Lady
It shal be none but necessary: hoa, there,
Some light, some light for heavens sake.
Theo.
Wil ye betray mee?
Are ye a gentleman?
Phil.
Good woman:
Theo.
Sir.
Enter Diego with a light.
Phil.
If I be prejudicial to you, curse mee.
Dieg.
Ye are early stirring sir.
Phil.
Give mee your Candle
And so good morrow for a while.
Dieg.
Good morrow Sir.
Exit.
Theo.
My Brother Don Philippo; nay Sir, kil mee
I ask no mercy Sir, for none dare know me,
I can deserve none: As ye look upon me
Behold in infinite these foul dishonors
My noble Father, then your self: last all
That bear the name of kindred, suffer in mee:
I have forgot whose child I am, whose Sister:
Do you forget the pity tyed to that:
Let not compassion sway you: you wil be then
As foul as I, and bear the same brond with me,
A favourer of my fault: ye have a sword sir,
And such a cause to kil me in.
Phil.
Rise Sister:
I wear no sword for women: nor no anger
While your fair chastity is yet untouch'd.
Theo.
By those bright starrs, it is Sir.
Phil.
For my Sister
I do beleeve ye: and so neer blood has made us
With the dear love I ever bore your vertues
That I wil be a Brother to your griefs too:
Be comforted, 'tis no dishonor Sister
To love, nor to love him you do: he is a gentleman
Of as sweet hopes, as years, as many promises,
As there be growing truths, and great ones.
Theo.
O sir!
Phil.
Do not despair.
Theo.
Can ye forgive?
Phil.
Yes Sister,
Though this be no smal error, a far greater.
Theo.
And think me stil your Sister?
Phil.
My dear Sister.
Theo.
And wil you counsel mee?
Phil.
To your own peace too:
Ye shal love stil.
Theo.
How good ye are?
Phil.
My business,
And duty to my father, which now drew mee
From Salimanca, I wil lay aside
And only be your Agent to perswade ye
To leave both love, and him, and wel retyre ye.
Theo.
Oh gentle Brother.
Phil.
I perceive 'tis folly:
Delayes in love, more dangerous.
Theo.
Noble Brother.
Phil.
Fear not, ile run your own way: and to help you,
Love having rackt your passions beyond counsel:
Ile hazard mine own fame: whither shal we venture?
Theo.
Alas, I know not Sir.
Phil.
Come, 'tis bright morning
Let's walk out, and consider: you'l keep this habit.
Theo.
I would sir.
Phil.
Then it shal be: what must I cal ye?
Come, do not blush: pray speak, I may spoil all else.
Theo.
Pray cal me Theodoro.
Enter Diego.
Dieg.
Are ye ready?
The day draws on a pace: once more good morrow.
Theo.
Good morrow gentle Host: now I must thank ye:
Phil.
Who do'st thou think this is?
Die.
Were you a wench Sir
I think you would know before me.
Phi.
Mine own Brother.
Diego.
By'th Masse your noses are a kin: should I then
Have been so barbarous to have parted Brothers?
Phi.
You knew it then.
Diego.
I knew 'twas necessary
You should be both together: Instinct Signior
Is a great matter in an Host.
Theo.
I am satisfied.
Enter Pedro.
Ped.
Is not mine Host up yet?
Phil.
Who's that?
Die.
Ile see.
Phil.
Sister, withdraw your self.
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Signiour Philippo
Phil.
Noble Don Pedro, where have you been this way?
Pedr.
I came from Port St Maries, whence the Gallyes
Put this last tide, and bound for Barcellona,
I brought Mark-antonie upon his way.
Phil.
Marc-antonie?
Pedr.
Who is turn'd Soldier
And entertain'd in the new Regiment,
For Naples.
Phil.
Is it possible?
Pedr.
I assure you.
Phil.
And pot they in at Barcellona?
Pedr.
So
One of the Masters told me.
Phil.
Which way go you Sir?
Pedr.
Home:
Phil.
And I for Civill: pray you Sir, say not
That you saw me, if you shall meet the question,
I have some little businesse
Pedr.
Were it lesse Sir.
It shall not become me, to loose the caution:
Shall we break-fast together?
Phil.
Ile come to you Sir:
Sister you hear this: I beleeve your fortune
Begins to be propitious to you: we will hire
Mules of mine host here: if we can himself
To be our guid, and streight to Barcellona,
This was as happy news, as unexpected
Stay you, till I rid him away.
Theo.
I will.
Exeunt.
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