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Actus Tertius.
Enter Sebastian. Boualdo.Seb.
VVe might with more discretion sent for wine
To my owne lodgings.
Bo.
Ever while you live drinke wine at the fountaine
Seb.
Here I am not knowne, let no body interrupt us
Bo.
Let it be rich and sparckling, my precious varlet, and how
And how go things at Court?
Seb.
After a cup or two Ile tell thee.
Bo.
I would Hippolito were here, hee's a good fellow, and takes
After his father, the Duke makes much on him
Seb.
Her'es a good health to him
Bo.
Let it come, I am glad to see you sociable, come to the
City and leave purchasing, durty acres
Seb.
The same justice that mine had.
Bo.
And it were as deepe as an vsurers conscience,
My boy should ha't
Enter Fidler.
Fi.
Wilt please you Gentlemen to heare any musicke.
Bo.
Shall have any?
By no meanes, it takes from our owne mirth
Bo.
Be gon then.
Fi.
A very good song, and please you
Bo.
Yet agen, will you have your occupation broke about
Your head?
Fi.
Ile make you laugh Gentlemen.
Bo.
Ile make you cry and tune your voyce to the lamentation
Of oh my fiddle, if you remove not presently.
Seb.
This is the tricke of Tavernes, when men desire to be private.
Bo.
Come whom shal we now remember? heres to your Mistresse
Seb.
A Mistresse at my yeeres?
Bo.
Till threescore y'are allowd, I never wore more favours at
one and twenty, this Riband came from a Countesse, this locke I
weare for a young Ladies sake, this touch was the fall of a
Gentlewomans fanne that is new come to Court
Seb.
New come to Court? Ile pray for her, is she vertuous?
Bo.
And she be, there is hope the Courtiers may convert her, here's
To her first
Enter Jugler.
Iu.
Gentlemen will you see a Iackanapes?
Bo.
How many is there of you?
Seb.
Yet more o'these raskalls?
Iu.
I can shew you very fine tricks
Bo.
Prethee Hocus Pocus, keepe thy grannams huckle bone.
And leave us.
Seb.
Presto be gon, or ile teach you a tricke for your Iackanapes
Learning, they will be deceiued that choose a Tauerne for privacie
Bo.
Come our blood cooles; here's to your faire daughter
Seb.
Poore girle, I thanke you sir.
Bo.
I do not flatter you, but you may be proud, I say no more
Seb.
Of what?
Bo.
Your daughter, shee's a hansome Gentlewoman, the're be
Worse faces at Court;
Seb.
Her complexion is naturall, she has no tricke of art
A litle breeding she has had; and some precepts to guard her
Honesty
Bo.
Honesty where is it?
Seb.
It should be every where
Bo.
Take heed what you say, least you be made to justifie it
Heres to you, come.
Seb.
I speake Bonaldo what I thinke, and it would be no
Dishonour to the greatest to be the first examples.
Bo.
If all were of your mind who should thrive in this world?
Pledge me
How shall Christians behave themselves in great offices?
Or under-clarkes purchase honesty? but one terme were
enough to undoe the City, the Court were but in ill case if
great men should stand upon't, for the Countrey, tis bought and
sold every market day.
Seb.
Name it
Bo.
To the Duke.
Seb.
The Duke, he does not love me
Bo.
How?
Seb.
No Bovaldo he does not.
Bo.
He loves your daughter—
Seb.
Tis not Princely, Nay I shall dare to tell him so, but
To his health.
Bo.
Let it come, me thinkes he is a very fine Gentleman,
Seb.
I begin to be warme already.
Bo.
And one that loves a wench as well—
Seb.
As ill thou wodst say?
Bo.
As ill as I, let it be so, I were no good subject to deny it
To his Highnesse.
Seb.
Thou knewest me a Gentleman
Bo.
Are you not so still?
Seb.
No I'me a Knight, a Lord I know not what,
I'me lost within a wildernesse of names
But I will be my selfe agen—the tother cup.
Bo.
Tis welcome, shall we double our files?
Seb.
This skirmish will doe well
Bo.
Charge me home then.
Seb.
Now I could talke me thinkes.
I will not prostitute Eubella for
The wealth of his whole Dukedome, ther'es no honor
To a noble conscience, he is the greatest coward.
Bo.
Right, if a man dares not be honest he is a Coward
But he that dares be dishonest,
Seb.
Dares cut his fathers throat
Bo.
A pretty fellow heres to you agen; shalls have a wench?
now am I addicted to embrace any thing in the likenesse of a
woman, oh for a Chamber-maide to wrestle withall; send for a
brace of Basaliskes, thou hast no spirit no Masculine vertue,
now could I o're runne the whole Countrey of the Amazons.
Heres to a Penthesilia beare up my valiant Mirmidon and
we will do such feates shall make the Troians wonder at our
backes and bring Dame Hellen to us.
Seb.
I prethee leave this humor, tis not generous,
Bo.
How not generous take heed what you say
Seb.
I shanot eate my words
Bo.
Then drinke your drinke,
Now Troy burnes blew, wheres Hecuba?
Seb.
Thou art all for wenching,
Bo.
Vpon a condition I will drinke to thee
No, no, thou wot not doe so much, and a man should die for a
lift a'the leg: the Duke has a great minde to thy daughter, he is
but mortall flesh and bloud, there be subjects that have as sound
bodies no dispraise to his Excelency.
Seb.
Dee not feare to talke thus?
Bo.
Feare? would any durst send to me such
A virgin Pinnace, rigd and gay with all flags.
Seb.
This is uncivilll, and I shall tell Bonaldo
Bo.
Nay nay, thou art so waspish, if a friend desired
a curtesie, that is in fashion; because the Duke—
Seb.
Y'are too bold, and forget your selfe, I am
Ashamd of this converse; because the Duke?
Did his hand graspe the Scepters of the world
And would propound e'm all to buy the honor
Of my Eubella, I would scorne his salarie
And tell him he were poorer in his soule
Then he that feedes ith hospitall, I'me armd
And shall grow very angry with your humor
Which ere it nam'd my daughter carried wickednesse
Provok'd to teach that tongue repentance dares
Traduce her whitnesse, I allow a mirth
But do not love this madnesse, and if I
Might counsell you, there is a way to quench
These wild licencious flames, earnest of those
Our soules shall feele hereafter, we are both
In yeeres, and should looke out our winding sheet
Not women,
Bo.
Boy Ile pay the reckoning; Be honest and see what will
Come on't
Ile seeke out my sonne Hippolito.
Hee'e be ruld by me, here's a coile about a tassell Gentle.
Seb.
Hee's drunke already
That which has raisd me but to noble anger
Is his distraction, theres for your wine
Now to the wanton Duke, heaven let him see
His shame and know, great men that practise lust
Both kill their body and corrupt their dust.
Let him fret do what he can,
The world shall call, Sebastian honest man.
Exit.
Enter Hippolito.
Hi.
Had I but one thing that did touch on honor
My friendship, and is that diseasd already
And languishing? was it for this I would not
See her that I might trespasse with more guilt
When she was married? are not other women
As faire and tempting? or am I hurried
By violence of my fate to love her best
That should be most a stranger? and does she
Meet my modest flame? nay must the tapers
Sacred to Hymen light us to our sinnes?
Lust was too early up in both, oh man
Oh woman! that our fires had kissd like lightning
Which doth no sooner blaze but is extinct, shee's here.
Enter Clariana and Page.
Cla.
Where's your master?
There he is Madam
Cla.
Why do you walke so melancholy sir?
Hi.
I was collecting my selfe about some businesse
Must be dispach'd this morning, sirra pray
The groome make ready my horse
Cla.
Not yet
You do not meane to leave me o'the suddaine?
I am alone, my husband is at Court,
Pray rob me not of all my company,
I shall not thinke upon his absence, with
So much sorrow if you make me happy
With your society.
Hi.
There's the Divell already, I cannot leave her
My boy may go howsoever.
Exit. Page
Cla.
Oh Hippolito
If you have usd no charmes but simple courtship,
Perhaps you may condemne me in your thoughts
That I so soone (not studying the wayes
Of cunning to disguise my love, which other
Women have practis'd, and would well become
The modesty of a wife) declare my selfe
At your dispose, but I suspect you have
Some command more then Naturall, I have heard
There have beene too much witchcraft exercis'd
To make poore women dote
Hi.
You are not serious
In what you say? I hope you do not take me
For such a juggler? if you thinke I practise
Cla.
That looke acquits you, then at my nativity
Some powerfull starre raignd, I have heard Astrologers
Talke much of Venus
Hi.
And of Mars when they are
in coniunction, they encline us mortalls
Strangly to love and ly with one another
Cla.
I am ignorant
What influence we have from them, but I
Am sure, something has strangely wrought on me.
Hi.
As how Madam?
Why to love, I know not home,
You know my meaning, but truth witnesse with me
When first I saw your person I gave up
My liberty, me thought I lov'd you strangely.
Hi.
I had desires too I could not justifie
But knowledge that you were my friends, for that time
All loose fires, but love that swaid you, then quenchd
And kept your thoughts longing, met with my heart
And scald it up for you, yet when I thinke on Bellemente,
Theres wrestlings in my blood.
Cla.
Iust when I thinke on him tis so with mine,
That love should be so equall, do'st not stirre you
Sometimes to thinke of former vowes? Nay I do dreame
Sometimes of being surprizd in thy deere armes
And then methinkes I weepe, and sigh and wake.
With my owne grones.
Hi.
I never dreame of that
Cla.
It is my foolish fancie, yet such feares
Should waking never trouble me, those lovers
That have not art to hide, and to secure
Their amorous thefts, deserve to be reveald.
Hi.
Sure there's no woman in the world but this
Could have such power against my friend, each sillable
Renewes her force upon me,
Cla.
I beseech you
Although a storme hath throwne me on your shore
Have not so litle charity to thinke
I should accept of safety on another,
It is not possible any but your selfe
Withall the Magicke of his tongue or fortunes
Could bribe me from Bellemente, if I fall
For too much loving you, your mercy may
Interpret fairely, but these teares
Enter Page and Groome.
Gro.
Sir your horse is ready
Hi.
I shanot go yet, Lady if you please
Wee'l walke a turneith Garden.
Eeunt.
Gro.
Harke you my small friend, without offence is not your
Pag.
What
Gro.
I would have another word for a whooremaster
Pa.
How my durty rubber of horse heeles
Gro.
Nay I do not say he is, I do but aske, whether he be or no,
Be not angry demilance, there be as good gentlemen as he, that
love a wench.
Pa.
Why is your Mistresse a wench?
Gro.
My Mistresse you didapper
Pa.
I do not say she is, I do but aske whether she be or no,
there be as hansome creatures none dispraisd, that take mony for
their warren, have I answerd you my bold Marchant of dung in a
wheele barrow?
Gro.
How now Iackalent in shreeds of Satten, I shall swing
you with a horse-rod, you whippet
Pa.
Go meddle with your masters Gelding, and cheate him in the
provender to keepe you in perpetuall pots of Ale, when you entertaine
the Kitchinmaide in the hayloft, talke of my Master?
Gro.
Meddle with my Mistresse?
Pa.
Yes Ile speake to her to allow you a lesse proportion of
cleane straw to rubb bootes and ly in sirra, you thinke you are
at rack and manger, when you devide beanes with the horses and
helpe to foule the stable
Gro.
Sirra whelpe that has eaten knot-grasse, do not provoke
me least I fetch a smith and curry your thin sids
Pa.
Mine you beane-shifter, would you durst no better ride
booty at the horse match or cosen your Master ith next parcell
of Oates, I feare you not my canvas serving-man with halfe a
livery, groome othe stable once removd from the farrier.
Enter Hip. Clar.
Clar.
What at difference?
Both.
No not we Madam.
Hi.
Sirra come hither.
Entreat my father meet me at Court,
Pa.
I shall sir
Hi.
Theres no hast for my Nag yet.
Exit.
Cla.
About your businesse sira.
Gro.
My businesse is below staires, and with a Gelding, what he
selfe, my Lady may be honest enough, but he that is borne to be
a Cuckold shall never dy a bachelor.
Exit.
Enter Duke. Eubella.
A Song which done. Enter Sebastian and Courtiers.
Duke.
My Lord you are welcome
Seb.
Give me leave to tell
Your highnesse I suspect it.
Why should a Prince dissemble?
Du.
This dialect becomes you not
Seb.
Sir sir I must be honest
Eu.
Father
Seb.
Eubella expresse thy duty
To him thou calst a father, for thy owne
Sake leave this place, the Court's a fire
Du.
How sir
Seb.
Canst thou not see the flames that threaten thee?
Du.
Sebastian's wild
Seb.
But you would make her tame, looke looke Eubella
The Duke himselfe burnes, do not his eyes sparcke
With lust, his very breath will blast thee
Eu.
I feare this will be dangerous, good sir,
Seb.
If yet thou hast not lost thy innocence
I charge thee, by thy mothers memory
And colder ashes, keepe thy selfe unstaind
Let no temptation corrupt a thought
Th'art richer in thy chastity, then all
The Kings of earth can make thee, if thou fall
Thou kilst my heart
Du.
All this for thy sake we forbeare to punish,
But you should know my Lord
Seb.
Lord me no Lords
I grone under the burden of your honors
And here resigne all, give me but my daughter
Du.
Let not your passion strangle thus your reason
Seb.
Let not a sinne so blacke as lust degrade
A Prince and register thy dishonord name
With foule adulteries
Yare very bold
Seb.
I would preserve the name of our yet honest family
I feare she is ore come already, I do not like her silence.
Du.
To take off your feares
Although we neede not give you satisfaction,
By this white brow, she is as pure as when
She came to Court.
Seb.
Oh let Sebstian fall
Lower sir, I beseech you tread upon me
So you will still be honest to my child,
She is all my comfort
Du.
rise.
Seb.
But will you not
Hereafter study to betray her innocence?
Or give her licence to returne with me?
Ile aske no more assurance, grant but this
And when we are at home, it shall oblige us
Beside the duties we already owe
In heart to pray for you
Du.
We are not pleasd, she should depart.
Seb.
Then ile vnthanke your Goodnesse
And dare thus boldy tell your highnesse, lawes
Are most unjust that punish petty theeves
And let the great ones scape,
Du.
We are yet patient.
Eu.
Deere sir
Seb.
Princes may take our children from us, not
To aduance but kill their names, corrupt their vertues;
When needy men, that steale to feed their lives
Are doo'md to the Gallouse.
Du.
Take the frantick hence.
Seb.
Take hence the ravisher
Cour.
Sebastian.
Seb.
Although he ravish not Eubella
From her selfe, yet he does ravish
A daughter from her father, and ile voice it
Through every streete, I am not bound to whisper
When griefes so loud within me.
Place him where his noise may make his owne headake not others,
This liberty of tongue shall be corrected
Seb.
It will but spread thy infamy, when men
Shall speake my cause, and thy lasciviousnes
Which I will tell so often to the stones
The vault shall be ashamd to eocho thee Eubella
Du.
Away with him
Seb.
Do bury me alive, be strong Eubella
And let not death by my example shake thee.
Du.
This may incline her, do not weepe Eubella
They are not worth a teare, yet tis within
Thy power to ransome their bold heads, were they
Humbled toth block, this Pitty shewes a child
But Princes loose their awe that are too mild.
Bellamente and Servant
Exeunt.
Bel.
Where's your Lady?
Ser.
In her Chamber.
Bel.
Whoe's with her?
Ser.
None but the Gentleman you left here
Bel.
Hippolito? I wonot have so base a thought—Ilt to e'm,
Yet, you may go and say I am returnd and wish her presence.
Ha? there is something busie with my braine
Exit Ser.
And in the shape of jealousie presents
A thousand feares, they have beene very loving
Since we were married; thou soules corrupter
Who sent thee to me? to distract my peace,
Be gon, be gon, and scatter thy foule seedes
Vpon a ground that will be fruitfull to thee.
The innocence I carry in my breast
Armes me against the thoughts of others treason,
My friend, my wife? the very names are sacred
And like the heads of Saints, and holy Martyrs
Invested with such glorious beames they strike
Conspiracy blind, how now, whats in thy face?
Enter Servant.
Ser.
Oh sir?
Bel.
Whats the matter?
Ser.
Would you could understand without my tongue
Bel.
How does thy Lady
My Lady is—
Bel.
Ha, why dost pause vilaine? answer me
Ser.
Alas I know not with what words to tell you
Would I had never seene her, or you never
Married her.
Bel.
Ha? stay there, Shall I trust thee now fury? but speake, and
Be not tedious, what is my Lady doing upon thy life?
Ser.
Alas sir it will make you madde.
Bel.
Speake or never speake agen, I am prepard
Ser.
Pardon my unhappinesse to deliver then
A truth that will distract you, you have now
Nor friend nor wife
Bel.
Are they both dead?
Ser.
Yes dead to honor, finding her chamber lockt
I know not what did prompt me to make use
Of a small cranny, where I beheld em both,
I want modest language
To tell how they are falne, and yet too soone
I know you cannot choose but understand me.
Bel.
How long hast thou beene a Raven?
Ser.
Good sir collect your selfe,
Tis my misfortune and no fault to be
The sad reporter
Bel.
Do I live still?
Ser.
And shall I hope long
Bel.
Th'art most uncharitable, if thou hadst lou'd
Thy master thou wouldst wish him happinesse
Which all life denies, is my composition
So hard, a sorrow great and high like this
Cannot disolve it? wonot my heart breake
With this? then melt it some celestiall fire,
In pitty of my sufferings some cloud
Of raine, since my owne eyes refuse to drowne me,
Fall and orewhelme this miserable Iland
Ser.
Sir,
Bel.
Can this be possible? be sure they are Divells
Or I shall find such a new hell for thee—
Ser.
I would it were not true
I would it were not true
Bel.
Some mercifull whirlewind snatch this burden up
And carry it into some wildernesse:
Leave not
If it were possible the mention
Of what I was behind, the wolues are honester
Then mankind is to man, I prethee kill me
I kneele to be destroyd, it is thy duty;
When thou shalt tell the world my wretched story
And what soule killing and devouring griefes
Thy good hand rid me of, it shall acquit thee
And call thy murder charity
Ser.
Good sir.
Bel.
O whither shall I runne to find a friend
Will do the gentle office to despatch me
Without my owne hand?
Ser.
Rather live to take
Iustice upon their periuries.
Bel.
Good man.
My better Angel how had I forgot
My selfe? Coward to thinke of dying yet.
Who would put confidence in heaven hereafter
If it should suffer me depart the world
Without revenge, and that my owne upon em.
Come draw, take my sword, I will be double arm'd,
I charge thee by thy duty, or thy life
If that be more, stay you at bottome of
The staires, while I ascend their sinfull chamber
And if my Pistoll misse his treacherous heart
He has no way to passe but on thy sword,
The place gives such advantage that with
Safety thou maist command his life.
Kill him with lesse compunction then a witch
Fleas a dead Infant for his skin to perfect
A hellish incantation, thou wo't do't?
Ser.
Ile do my best he shano't scape
Bel.
Wife, friend,
You hang like vlcers on me, I am bound
Exeunt.
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