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Scaena I.
Enter Alphonso and a Servant.Alph.
Knock at the door.
Ser.
'Tis open Sir.
Alph.
That's all one
Knock when I bid you.
Ser.
Will not your worship enter.
Alph.
Will not you learn more manners Sir, and do that
Your Master bids ye; knock ye knave, or ile knock
Such a round peal about your pate: I enter
Under his roofe, or come to say god save ye
To him, the Son of whose base dealings has undone me.
Knock lowder, lowder yet: ile starve, and rot first,
This open ayr is every mans.
2. Ser.
within.
Come in Sir.
Enter two Servants, Rowl: Ashton.
Alph.
No, no Sir, I am none of these come in Sirs
None of those visitants: bid your wise Master
Come out, I have to talk unto him: go Sir
2. Ser.
Your worship may be welcome.
Alph.
Sir, I will not,
I come not to be welcome: good my three duckets
My pickell'd sprat a day, and no oyl to't,
And once a year a cotten coat, leave prating
And tell your Master, I am here.
2. Ser.
I will Sir.
This is a strange old man.
Exit.
Alph.
I welcome to him!
Ile be first welcome to a Pesthouse; Sirhah
Lets have your valour now casde up, and quiet
When an occasion calls, 'tis wisdom in ye,
A Servingmans discretion: if you do draw
Enter Leonardo, and Don Zanchio (carried by two Servants in a chair.)
Draw but according to your entertainment;
Five nobles worth of fury.
Leo.
Signiour Alphonso.
I hope no discontent from my will given,
Has made ye shun my house: I ever lov'd ye.
An credit me amongst my fears 'tis greatest
To minister offences.
Alph.
O good Signiour
I know ye for Italian breed, fair tongu'd,
Spare your Appologies, I care not for'em,
As little for your love Sir; I can live
Without your knowledge; eat mine own, and sleep
Without dependances, or hopes upon ye.
I come to aske my daughter.
Leo.
Gentle Sir.
Alph.
I am not gentle Sir, nor gentle will be
Till I have justice, my poor child restor'd
Your caper-cutting boy has run away with
Yong Signior-smooth-face, he that takes up wenches
With smiles, and sweet behaviours, songs, and sonnets,
Your high fed Jennet, that no hedge can hold
They say you bred him for a Stallion.
Zanch.
Fie Signiour, there be times, and terms of honour
To argue these things in, descidements able
To speak ye noble gentlemen, ways punctuall
And to the life of credit, ye are too rugged.
Alph.
I am too tame Sir.
Leo.
Will ye hear but reason?
Alph.
No, I will hear no reason: I come not hither
To be popt off with reason; reason then.
Zanch.
Why Signior, in all things there must be method
Ye choak the child of honour els, discretion,
Do you conceive an injury?
Alph.
What then Sir?
Zanch.
Then follow it in fair terms, let your sword bite
When time calls, not your tongue.
Alph.
I know Sir
Both when and what to do without directions,
And where, and how, I come not to be tutur'd,
My cause is no mans but mine own: you Signior
Will ye restore my daughter?
Leo.
Who detains her?
Alph.
No more of these sleight shifts
Leo.
Ye urge me Signior
With strange unjustice: because my Son has err'd
Zanch.
Mark him.
Leo.
Out of the heat of youth: do'st follow
I must be father of his crimes.
Alph.
I say still
Leave off your rhetorick, and restore my daughter.
And sodainly: bring in your rebell too,
Mountdragon, he that mounts without commission
That I may see him punished, and severely,
Or by that holy heaven, ile fire your house,
And ther's my way of honour.
Zanch.
Pray give me leave
Was not man made the noblest creature
Alph.
Well Sir.
Zanch.
Should not his mind then answer to his making,
And to his mind his actions, if this ought to be,
Why do we run a blind way from our worths,
And cancell our discretions, doing those things
To cure offences, are the most offences?
We have rules of justice in us; to those rules
Let us apply our angers: you can consider
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And how unfurnish'd they appear.
Alph.
Hang others,
And where the wrongs are open, hang respects,
I come not to consider.
Leo.
Noble Sir,
Let us argue cooly, and consider like men.
Alph.
Like men!
Leo.
Ye are too sodain still.
Alph.
Like men Sir?
Zanch.
It is fair language, and ally'd to honour.
Alph.
Why, what strange beast would your grave reverence
Make me appear? like men!
Zanch.
Taste but that point Sir,
And ye recover all.
Alph.
I tell thy wisdome
I am as much a man, and as good a man.
Leo.
All this is granted Sir.
Alph.
As wise a man.
Zanch.
Ye are not tainted that way.
Alph.
And a man
Dares make thee no man; or at best, a base man.
Zanch.
Fy, Fy, here wants much carriage.
Alph.
Hang much carriage.
Leo.
Give me good language sirrah Signiour.
Alph.
Give me my daughter.
Leo.
I am as gentle as your self, as free born.
Zanch.
Observe his way.
Leo.
As much respect ow'd to me.
Zanch.
This hangs together nobly.
Leo.
And for Civill
A great deal more it seems: go look your daughter.
Zanch.
There ye went well off Signiour.
Leo.
That rough tongue
You understand at first: you never think Sir
Out of your mightinesse, of my losse: here I stand
A patient anvill, to your burning angers
Made subject to your dangers; yet my losse equall:
Who shall bring home my son?
Alph.
A whipping Beadle.
Leo.
Why, is your daughter whorish?
Alph.
Ha, thou dar'st not,
By heaven I know thou dar'st not.
Leo.
I dare more Sir
If you dare be uncivill.
Alph.
Laugh too, Pidgeon.
Zanch.
A fitter time for fames sake: two weak Nurses
Would laugh at this; are there no more days coming,
No ground but this to argue on? no swords left
Nor friends to carry this, but your own furies?
Alas! it shows too weakly.
Alph.
Let it show;
I come not here for shews: laugh at me sirrah?
Ile give ye cause to laugh.
Leo.
Ye are as like Sir
As any man in Spaine.
Alph.
By heaven I will,
I will brave Leonardo.
Leo.
Brave Alphonso,
I will expect it then.
Zanch.
Hold ye there both,
These terms are noble.
Alph.
Ye shall hear shortly from me.
Leo.
Now discreetly.
Alph.
Assure your self ye shall: do ye see this sword Sir?
He has not caft his teeth yet.
Zanch.
Rarely carried.
Alph.
He bites deep: most times mortall: Signiour
Ile hound him at the fair and home.
Zanch.
Still nobly.
Alph.
And at all those that dare maintain ye.
Zanch.
Excellent.
Leo.
How you shall please Sir, so it be fair, though certain,
I had rather give you reason.
Zanch.
Fairly urg'd too.
Alph.
This is no age for reason, prick your reason
Upon your swords point.
Zanch.
Admirably follow'd.
Alph.
And there ile hear it: so till I please, live Sir.
Exit
Leo.
And so farewell, you'r welcome.
Zanch.
The end crowns all things
Signiour, some little businesse past, this cause ile argue
And be a peace between ye, ift so please ye,
And by the square of honour to the utmost:
I feel the old man's master'd by much passion,
And too high rackt, which makes him overshoot all.
His valour should direct at, and hurt those
That stand but by as blenchers: this he must know too,
As necessary to his judgement, doting women
Are neither safe nor wise adventures: conceive me,
If once their wills have wander'd; nor is't then
A time to use our rages: for why should I
Bite at the stone, when he that throws it wrongs me?
Do not we know that women are most wooers
Though closest in their carriage? Do not all men know,
Scarce all the compasse of the globe can hold 'em
If their affections be afoot? shall I then covet
The follys of a she-fool, that by nature
Must seek her like, by reason be a woman,
Sink a tal ship because the sales defie me?
No, I disdain that folly; he that ventures
Whilst they are fit to put him on, has found out
The everlasting motion in his scabbard.
I doubt not to make peace: and so for this time
My best love, and remembrance.
Leo.
Your poor Servant.
Exeunt.
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