 | The Humorous Lieutenant |  |
Actus Secundus.
Scæna prima.
Enter Antigonus, Carinthus, Tymon.Ant.
What have ye found her out?
Char.
We have hearkned after her.
Ant.
What's that to my desire?
Char.
Your grace must give us time,
And a little meanes.
Ty.
She is sure a stranger,
If she were bred or knowne here—
Ant.
Your dull endeavours
Enter Menippus.
Should never be employ'd. Welcome Menippus.
Men.
I have found her sir,
I meane the place she is lodg'd in; her name is Celia,
And much a doe I had to purchase that too.
Ant.
Dost think Demetrius loves her?
Men.
Much I feare it,
But nothing that way yet can win for certaine.
Ile tell your grace within this houre.
Ant.
A stranger?
Men.
VVithout all doubt.
Ant.
But how should he come to her?
Men.
There lies the marrow of the matter hid yet.
Ant.
Has't thou been with thy wife?
Men.
No sir, I am going to her.
Ant.
Goe and dispatch, and meet me in the garden,
And get all out ye can.
Exit.
Men.
Ile doe my best sir.
Exit.
Tym.
Blest be thy wife, thou wert an arrant asse else.
Char.
I, she is a stirring woman indeed:
There's a braine, brother.
Tym.
There's not a handsome wench of any mettle
VVithin an hundred miles, but her intelligence
Reaches her, and out-reaches her, and brings her
As confidently to Court, as to a sanctuary:
VVhat had his mouldy braines ever arriv'd at,
Had not she beaten it out oth' Flint to fasten him?
They say she keeps an office of Concealements:
There is no young wench, let her be a Saint,
Unlesse she live ith' Center, but she findes her,
And every way prepares addresses to her:
If my wife would have followed her course Charinthus,
Her lucky course, I had the day before him:
O what might I have been by this time, Brother?
But she (forsooth) when I put these things to her,
These things of honest thrift, groans, ô my conscience,
The load upon my conscience, when to make us cuckolds,
They have no more burthen then a brood-goose, brother;
But let's doe what we can, though this wench faile us,
Another of a new way will be lookt at:
Come, let's abroad, and beat our brains, time may
For all his wisedome, yet give us a day.
Ex.
Scæne. 2.
Drum within, Allarme, Enter Demetrius and Leontius.Dem.
I will not see 'em fall thus, give me way sir,
I shall forget you love me else.
Leo.
VVill ye lose all?
For me to be forgotten, to be hated,
Nay never to have been a man, is nothing,
So you, and those we have preserv'd from slaughter
Come safely off.
Dem.
I have lost my selfe.
Leo.
You are cozn'd.
Dem.
And am most miserable.
Leo.
There's no man so, but he that makes himself so.
Dem.
I will goe on.
Leo.
You must not: I shall tell you then,
And tell you true, that man's unfit to governe,
That cannot guide himselfe: you lead an Army?
That have not so much manly suff'rance left yee,
To beare a losse?
Dem.
Charge but once more Leontius,
My friends and my companions are engag'd all.
Leo.
Nay give 'em lost, I saw 'em off their horses,
And the enemy master of their Armes; nor could then,
The policie, nor strength of man redeem 'em.
Dem.
And shall I know this, and stand fooling?
Leo.
By my dead fathers soule you stir not, sir,
Or if you doe, you make your way through me first.
Dem.
Thou art a Coward.
Leo.
To prevent a Madman.
None but your fathers Son, durst call me so,
'Death if he did—Must I be scandall'd by ye,
That hedg'd in all the helps I had to save ye?
That, where there was a valiant weapon stirring,
Both search'd it out, and singl'd it, unedg'd it,
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Goe, get ye up, and tell 'em ye are the Kings Sonne;
Hang all your Ladies favours on your Crest,
And let them fight their shares; spurre to destruction,
You cannot misse the way: be bravely desperate,
And your young friends before ye, that lost this battell,
Your honourable friends, that knew no order,
Cry out, Antigonus, the old Antigonus,
The wise and fortunate Antigonus,
The great, the valiant, and the fear'd Antigenus,
Has sent a desperate sonne, without discretion
To bury in an houre his age of honor.
Dem.
I am ashamed.
Leo.
'Tis ten to one, I die with ye:
The coward will not long be after ye;
I scorne to say I saw you fall, sigh for ye,
And tell a whining tale, some ten yeares after
To boyes and girles in an old chimney corner,
Of what a Prince we had, how bravely spirited;
How young and faire he fell: wee'l all goe with ye,
And ye shall see us all, like sacrifices
In our best trim, fill up the mouth of ruine,
Will this faith satisfie your folly? can this show ye,
Tis not to die we feare, but to die poorely,
To fall, forgotten, in a multitude?
If you will needs tempt fortune now she has held ye,
Held ye from sinking up.
Dem.
Pray doe not kill me,
These words pierce deeper then the wounds I suffer,
The smarting wounds of losse.
Leo.
Ye are too tender;
Fortune has houres of losse, and houres of honor,
And the most valiant feele them both: take comfort,
The next is ours, I have a soule descries it:
The angry bull never goes backe for breath,
But when he meanes to arme his fury double.
Let this day set but not the memorie,
And we shall find a time: How now Lieutenant?
Enter Lieutenant.
Lieu.
I know not: I am mall'd: we are bravely beaten,
All our young gallants lost.
Leo.
Thou art hurt.
Lieu.
I am pepper'd,
I was i'th' midst of all: and bang'd of all hands:
They made an anvile of my head, it rings yet;
Never so thresh'd: do you call this fame? I have fam'd it;
I have got immortall fame, but I'le no more on't;
I'le no such scratching Saint to serve hereafter;
'O my conscience I was kill'd above twenty times,
And yet I know not what a Devil's in't,
I crawled away, and lived againe still; I am hurt plaguily,
But now I have nothing neere so much paine Colonell,
They have sliced me for that maladie.
Dem.
All the young men lost?
Lie.
I am glad you are here: but they are all i'th' pound sir,
They'l never ride o're other mens corne againe, I take it,
Such frisking, and such flaunting with their feathers,
And such careering with their mistres favours;
And here must he be pricking out for honor,
And there got he a knocke, and downe goes pilgarlike,
Commends his soule to his she-saint, and exit.
Another spurres in there, cryes make roome villaines,
I am a Lord, scarce spoken, but with reverence
A rascall takes him o're the face, and fels him;
There lyes the Lord, the Lord be with him.
Leo.
Now sir,
Doe you find this truth?
Leo.
I would not.
Lieu.
Pox upon it,
They have such tender bodies too; such Cullisses,
That one good hansome blow breaks 'em a pieces.
Leo.
How stands the Enemie?
Lieu.
Even coole enough too:
For to say truth he has bin shrewdly heated,
The gentleman no doubt will fall to his jewlips.
Leo.
He marches not i'th' taile on's.
Lieu.
No, plague take him,
Hee'l kisse our tailes as soone; he lookes upon us,
As if he would say, if ye will turne againe, friends,
We will belabor you a little better,
And beat a little more care into your coxcombs.
Now shall we have damnable Ballads out against us,
Most wicked madrigals: and ten to one Colonell,
Sung to such lowsie, lamentable tunes.
Leo.
Thou art merrie,
How e're the game goes: good sir be not troubled,
A better day will draw this backe againe.
Pray goe, and cheere those left, and lead 'em off,
They are hot, and wearie.
Dem.
I'le doe any thing.
Leo.
Lieutenant, send one presentlie away
To'th' King, and let him know our state: and harke ye,
Be sure the messenger advise his Majestie
To comfort up the Prince: hee's full of sadnes.
Lieu.
When shall I get a Surgeon? this hot weather,
Unlesse I be well pepper'd, I shall stinke Colonel.
Leo.
Goe, I'le prepare thee one.
Lieu.
If ye catch me then,
Fighting againe, I'le eat hay with a horse.
Ex.
Scæne 3.
Enter Leucippe (reading) and two Maids at a Table, writing.Leu.
Have ye written to Merione?
1. Ma.
Yes, Madam.
Leu.
And let her understand the hopes she has
If she come speedilie—
1. Ma.
All these are specified,
Leu.
And of the chaine is sent her,
And the rich stuffe to make her shew more hansome here?
1 Maid.
All this is done, Madam.
Leu.
What have you dispatcht there?
2 Mai.
A letter to the Countrey maid, and't please ye.
Leu.
A pretty girle, but peevish, plaguy peevish:
Have ye bought the embroydered gloves, and that purse for her,
And the new Curle?
2. Maid.
They are ready packt up Madam.
Leu.
Her maiden-head will yeeld me; let me see now;
She is not fifteen they say: for her complexion—
Cloe, Cloe, Cloe, here, I have her,
Cloe, the Daughter of a Countrey gentleman;
Her age upon fifteen: now her complexion,
A lovely browne; here 'tis; eyes black and rolling,
The body neatly built: she strikes a Lute well,
Sings most inticingly: these helpes consider'd,
Her maiden-head will amount to some three hundred,
Or three hundred & fifty crowns; 'twil bear it handsomly.
Her father's poore, some little share deducted,
To buy him a hunting Nag; I, 'twill be pretty:
VVho takes care of the Merchants wife?
1 Mai.
I have wrought her.
Leu.
You know for whom she is?
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Very well, Madam,
Though very much adoe, I had to make her
Apprehend that happinesse.
Leu.
These kinde are subtile:
Did she not cry and blubber when ye urg'd her.
1. Maid.
O most extremly, & swore she would rather perish.
Leu.
Good signes, very good signes,
Symptomes of easie nature.
Had she the plate?
1. Maid.
She lookt upon't, and left it,
And turn'd againe, and view'd it.
Leu.
Very well still.
1 Maid.
At length she was content to let it lye there,
Till I call'd for't, or so,
Leu.
She will come?
1. Maid.
Doe you take me
For such a foole, I would part without that promise?
Leu.
The Chambers next the park.
2. Maid.
The Widdow Madam,
You bad me look upon.
Leu.
Hang her, she is mustie:
She is no mans meat; beside, she is poore and sluttish:
Where lies old Thisbe now, you are so so long now—
2. Ma.
Thisbe, Thisbe, This. agent Thisbe, ô I have her,
She lyes now in Nicopolis.
Leu.
Dispatch a packet,
And tell her, her superiour here commands her,
The next Mon'th not to faile, but see deliver'd
Here to our use, some twenty young and handsome,
As also able maids, for the Court service,
As she will answer it: we are out of beautie,
Utterly out, and rub the time away here,
With such blown stuff, I am asham'd to send it.
Who's that? look out, to your businesse maid,
Knock within.
There's nothing got by idlenesse: There is a Lady,
Which if I can but buckle with, Altea,
A, A, A, A, Altea, young, and married,
And a great lover of her husband, well,
Not to be brought to Court: say ye so? I am sorry,
The Court shall be brought to you then: how now, who is't?
1. Maid.
An ancient woman, with a maid attending,
A pretty girle, but out of cloathes; for a little money,
It seemes she would put her to your bringing up, Madam,
Enter Woman, and Phebe.
Leu.
Let her come in. Would ye ought with us, good woman?
I pray be short, we are full of businesse.
Wo.
I have a tender girle here, and't please your honour.
Leu.
Very well.
VVom.
That hath a great desire to serve your worship.
Leu.
It may be so; I am full of Maids.
VVom.
She is young, forsooth—
And for her truth; and as they say her bearing.
Leu.
Ye say well: come ye hither maid, let me feel your pulse,
'Tis somewhat weak, but nature will grow stronger,
Let me see your leg, she treads but low ith' pasternes.
VVom.
A cork heele Madam.
Leu.
We know what will doe it,
Without your aime good woman: what do you pitch her at?
Shee's but a slight toy—cannot hold out long.
VVom.
Even what yon think is meet.
Leu.
Give her ten Crowns, we are full of businesse,
Shee is a poore woman, let her take a Cheese home:
Enter the wench ith' office.
Ex. VVom. & 1. Mai.
2. Maid.
What's your name, sister?
Phe.
Phebe forsooth.
Leu.
A pretty name; 'twill doe well:
Goe in, and let the other maid instruct ye Phebe;
Ex. Phe.
Let my old velvet skirt be made fit for her,
I'le put her into action for a wascoate,
And when I have rigg'd her up once, this small Pinnace
Shall saile for gold, and good store too: who's there?
Knock within.
Lord, shall we never have any ease in this world?
Still troubled? still molested? what would you have?
Ent. Menippe.
I cannot furnish ye faster then I am able
And ye were my husband a thousand times, I cannot do it;
At least a dozen poasts are gone this morning
For severall parts of the Kingdome: I can do no more
But pay 'em, and instruct 'em.
Men.
Prethee, good sweet heart,
I come not to disturbe thee, nor discourage thee,
I know thou labour'st truly: harke in thine eare.
Leu.
Ha?
What do you make so dainty on't? looke there,
I am an Asse, I can do nothing.
Men.
Celia?
I, this is she; a stranger borne.
Leu.
What would you give for more now?
Men.
Prethee, my best Leucippe, ther's much hangs ont
Lodg'd at the end of Marse's street? thats true too;
At the sacke of such a Towne, by such a Souldier
Preserv'd a prisoner: and by Prince Demetrius
Bought from that man againe, maintain'd, and favourd:
How came you by this knowledge?
Leu.
Poore weake man,
I have a thousand eyes, when thou art sleeping,
Abroad, and full of businesse.
Men.
You never tri'd her?
Leu.
No, she is beyond my levell; so hedg'd in
By the Princes infinite love, and favour to her—
Men.
She is a hansome wench.
Leu.
A delicate, and knowes it;
And out of that proofe armes her selfe.
Men.
Come in then;
I have a great designe from the King to you,
And you must worke like waxe now.
Leu.
On this Lady?
Men.
On this, and all your wits call home.
Leu.
I have done.
Toyes in my time of some note; old as I am,
I thinke my braines will worke without barme,
Take up the Bookes.
Men.
As we goe in, I'le tell ye.
Exeunt.
Scæne 4.
Enter Antigonus, Tymon, Lords, and a Souldier.Ant.
No face of sorrow for this losse? 'twill choake him,
Nor no man misse a friend, I know his nature
So deep imprest with griefe, for what he has suffer'd,
That the least adding to it, adds to his ruine;
His losse is not so infinite, I hope Souldier.
Soul.
Faith neither great, nor out of discretion,
The young men out of heate.
Enter Demetrius, Leontius, and Lieutenant.
Ant.
I ghesse the manner.
Lord Men.
The Prince and't like your Grace—
Ant.
You are welcome home sir;
Come, no more sorrow, I have heard your fortune,
And I my self haue tride the like: cleare up man,
I will not have ye take it thus; if I doubted.
Your feare had lost; and that you had turn'd your back to 'em,
Basely besought their mercies—
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No, no, by this hand sir,
We fought like honest and tall men.
Antig.
I know't Leontius; or if I thought
Neglect of rule, having his councell with ye,
Or too vaine-glorious appetite of fame,
Your men forgot, and scatter'd.
Leo.
None of these sir,
He shew'd himselfe a noble gentleman,
Every way apt to rule.
Ant.
These being granted;
Why should you think you have done an act so hainous,
That nought but discontent dwells round about ye?
I have lost a Battaile.
Leo.
I, and fought it hard too.
Ant.
With as much meanes as man—
Leo.
Or devill could urge it.
Ant.
Twenty to one of our side now.
Leo.
Turne Tables,
Beaten like dogs againe, like Owles, you take it
To hart for flying but a mile before 'em,
And to say truth, 'twas no flight neither sir,
'T was but a walke, a handsome walke,
I have tumbl'd with this old body, beaten like a stock-fish,
And stuck with arrowes, like an arming Quiver,
Blouded and bang'd, almost a day before 'em,
And glad I have got off then. Here's a mad shaver,
He fights his share I am sure, when ere he comes to't;
Yet I have seen him trip it tithely too,
And cry the devill take the hindmost ever.
Lieu.
I learn'd it of my betters.
Leo.
Boudge at this?
Ant.
Has fortune but one face?
Lieu.
In her best vizard,
Me thinks she looks but lowzily.
Ant.
Chance, though she faint now,
And sink below our expectations,
Is there no hope left strong enough to boy her?
Dem.
'Tis not this day, I fled before the enemie,
And lost my people, left mine honour murder'd,
My mayden honour, never to be ransom'd,
(VVhich to a noble soule is too too sencible)
Afflicts me with this sadnesse; most of these,
Time may turne straight againe, experience perfect,
And new swords, cut new wayes to nobler fortunes.
O I have lost—
Ant.
As you are mine forget it:
I doe not think it losse.
Demet.
O sir, forgive me,
I have lost my friends, those worthy soules bred with me,
I have lost my selfe, they were the pieces of me;
I have lost all Arts, my Schooles are taken from me,
Honour and Armes, no emulation left me:
I liv'd to see these men lost, look'd upon it;
These men that twin'd their loves to mine, their vertues,
O shame of shames, I saw, and could not save 'em,
This carries sulphure in't, this burnes and boyles me,
And like a fatall Tombe bestrides my memorie.
Antig.
This was hard fortune, but if alive, and taken,
They shall be ransom'd, let it be at Millions.
Dem.
They are dead, they are dead.
Lieu.
VVhen would he weep for me thus?
I may be dead, and powder'd.
Leo.
Good Prince, grieve not:
VVe are not certaine of their deaths: the enemy,
Though he be hot, and keene,
Yet holds good Quarter.
VVhat noyse is this?
Great Shout within, Enter Gentlemen.
Lieu.
He doe's not follow us?
Give me a steeple top.
Leo.
They live, they live sir.
Ant.
Hold up your manly face;
They live, they are here, Son.
Dem.
These are the men.
1 Gent.
They are, and live to honour ye.
Dem.
How scap't ye noble friends? me thought I saw ye
Even in the jawes of death.
2. Gent.
Thanks to our folly,
That spurr'd us on; we were indeed hedg'd round in't,
And ev'n beyond the hand of succour beaten,
Unhors'd, disarm'd: and what we lookt for then sir,
Let such poore weary soules that heare the Bell knoll,
And see the grave a digging, tell.
Dem.
For heaven sake
Delude mine eyes no longer: how came ye off?
1. Gent.
Against all expectation: the brave Seleucus,
I thinke this day enamour'd on your vertue,
VVhen, through the Troops, he saw ye shoot like lightning;
And at your manly courage all tooke fire,
And after that, the miserie we fell too,
The never-certaine fate of war considering,
As we stood all before him, fortunes ruines,
Nothing but death expecting, a short time
He made a stand upon our youths and fortunes,
Then with an eye of mercy inform'd his judgement,
How yet unripe we were, unblowne, unhardend,
Unfitted for such fatall ends; he cryed out to us,
Goe Gentlemen, commend me to your Master,
To the most high, and hopefull prince Demetrius,
Tell him the valour that he showed against me
This day, the virgin valour, and true fire
Deserves, even from an Enemie, this courtesie;
Your lives and Armes freely I'le give 'em: thanke him,
And thus we are return'd Sir.
Leo.
Faith 'twas well done;
'Twas bravely done; was't not a noble part Sir?
Lieu.
Had I been there up had I gone, I am sure on't;
These noble tricks, I never durst trust 'em yet.
Leo.
Let me not live, and't were not a famed honestie,
It takes me such a tickling way: now would I wish heaven,
But ee'n the happines, ee'n that poore blessing
For all the sharp afflictions thou hast sent me,
But ee'n i'th' head o'th' field to take Seleucus.
I should doe something memorable: fie, sad still.
1. Gent.
Doe you grieve we are come off?
Dem.
Unransom'd, was it?
2. Gent.
It was sir.
Dem.
And with such a fame to me?
Said ye not so?
Leo.
Ye have heard it.
Dem.
O Leontius,
Better I had lost 'em all: my selfe had perished,
And all my fathers hopes,
Leo.
Mercy upon ye,
VVhat ayle ye Sir? 'death, doe not make fooles on's,
Neither goe to Church, nor tarry at home,
That's a fine Horne-pipe?
Ant.
VVhat's now your griefe Demetrius?
Dem.
Did he not beat us twice?
Leo.
He beate a pudding;
Beate us but once.
Dem.
Has beate me twice, and beat me to a coward,
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Lieu.
Is not the devill in him?
Leo.
I pray it be no worse.
Dem.
Twice conquer'd me.
Leo.
Bear witnesse all the world, I am a dunce here.
Dem.
With valour first he strook me, then with honour;
That stroak Leontius, that strook, do'st thou not feele it?
Leo.
Where abouts was it? for I remember nothing yet.
Dem.
All these gentlemen
That were his prisoners—
Leo.
Yes, he set 'em free sir,
With Armes and honour.
Dem.
There, there, now thou hast it;
At mine owne weapon, Courtesie, h'as beaten me,
At that I was held a Master in, he has cow'd me,
Hotter then all the dint oth' fight he has charg'd me:
Am I not now a wretched fellow? think on't;
And when thou hast examin'd all wayes honourable,
And find'st no doore left open to requite this,
Conclude I am a wretch, and was twice beaten.
Ant.
I have observ'd your way, and understand it,
And equall love it as Demetrius,
My noble childe thou shalt not fall in vertue,
I and my power will sink first: you Leontius,
Wait for a new Commission, ye shall out againe,
And instantly: you shall not lodge this night here,
Not see a friend, nor take a blessing with ye,
Before ye be ith'field: the enemy is up still,
And still in ful dnsigne: Charge him againe, Son,
And either bring home that againe thou hast lost there,
Or leave thy body by him.
Dem.
Ye raise me,
And now I dare look up againe, Leontius.
Leo.
I, I, sir, I am thinking who we shall take of 'em,
To make all straight; and who we shall give toth' devill.
VVhat saist thou now Lieutenant?
Lieu.
I say nothing.
Lord what aile, I, that I have no minde to fight now?
I finde my constitution mightily alter'd
Since I came home: I hate all noises too,
Especially the noise of Drums; I am now as well
As any living man; why not as valiant?
To fight now, is a kinde of vomit to me,
It goes against my stomack.
Dem.
Good sir, presently;
You cannot doe your Son, so faire a favour.
Ant.
'Tis my intent: Ile see ye march away too;
Come, get your men together presently, Leontius,
And presse where please you, as you march.
Leo.
VVe goe sir.
Ant.
VVait you on me, Ile bring ye to your command,
And then to fortune give you up.
Dem.
Ye love me.
Ext.
Leo.
Goe, get the drums, beat round, Lieutenant.
Lieu.
Harke ye, sir,
I have a foolish businesse they call marriage.
Leo.
After the wars are done.
Lieu.
The partie staies sir,
I have giv'n the Priest his money too: all my friends sir,
My father, and my mother.
Leo.
VVill you goe forward?
Lieu.
She brings a pretty matter with her.
Leo.
Halfe a dozen Bastards.
Lieu.
Some fortie sir.
Leo.
A goodly competency.
Lieu.
I meane sir, pounds a year; Ile dispatch the matter,
'Tis but a night or two; Ile overtake ye sir.
Leo.
The 2 old legions, yes: where lies the horse-quarter?
Lieu.
And if it be a boy, Ile even make bold sir.
Leo.
Away with your whore,
A plague o' your whore, you damn'd rogue,
Now ye are cur'd and well; must ye be clicketing?
Lieu.
I have broke my minde to my Ancient, in my absence,
Hee's a sufficient gentleman.
Leo.
Get forward.
Lieu.
Onely receive her portion.
Leo.
Get ye forward;
Else Ile bang ye forward.
Lieu.
Strange sir,
A Gentleman and an officer cannot have the libertie
To doe the office of a man.
Leo.
Shame light on thee,
How came this whore into thy head?
Lieu.
This whore sir?
'Tis strange, a poore whore.
Leo.
Doe not answer me:
Troop, Troop away; doe not name this whore againe,
Or think there is a whore.
Lieu.
That's very hard sir.
Leo.
For if thou dost, look to't, Ile have thee guelded,
Ile walk ye out before me: not a word more.
Ex.
Scæne 5.
Enter Leucippe, and Governesse.Leu.
Ye are the Mistris of the house ye say,
Where this young Ladie lies.
Gov.
For want of a better.
Leu.
You may be good enough for such a purpose:
When was the Prince with her? answer me directly.
Gover.
Not since he went a warring.
Leuc.
Very well then:
What carnall copulation are you privie too
Between these two? be not afraid, we are women,
And may talke thus amongst our selves, no harme in't.
Gover.
No sure, there's no harme in't, I conceive that;
But truely, that I ever knew the gentlewoman
Otherwise given, then a hopefull gentlewoman—
Leuc.
You'll grant me the Prince loves her?
Gov.
There I am with ye.
And the gods blesse her, promises her mightily.
Leu.
Stay there a while. And gives her gifts?
Gov.
Extreamly;
And truely makes a very Saint of her.
Leu.
I should think now,
(Good woman let me have your judgement with me,
I see 'tis none of the worst: Come sit down by me)
That these two cannot love so tenderly.
Gov.
Being so young as they are too.
Leu.
You say well—
But that methinks some further promises—
Gov.
Yes, yes,
I have heard the Prince sweare he would marry her.
Leuc.
Verie well still: they doe not use to fall out?
Gov.
The tenderest Chickens to one another,
They cannot live an houre assunder.
Leu.
I have done then;
And be you gone; you know your charge, and doe it.
You know whose will it is; if you transgresse it—
That is, if any have accesse, or see her,
Before the Kings will be fulfill'd—
Gov.
Not the Prince, Madam?
Leu.
You'll be hang'd if you it, that Ile assure ye.
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But ne're the lesse, Ile make bold to obey ye.
Leuc.
Away, and to your businesse then.
Gov.
'Tis done, Madam.
Exeunt.
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