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Actus Quintus.

Enter Eugenia and Thornay.
Eug.
May I beleeve my selfe so fortunate?
Art thou return'd, or doe I dreame thus happily?
Are these my Thornays armes? are those his lips?
Can hee repent his cruelty and love?
How soone are all my teares dryed up? I doe
Forgive my griefes, and thinke they have been modest,
And gentle sufferings, who can merit such
A joy, that has not felt a world of sorrow?
Let us imbrace agen, and if thou canst
Confirme mee yet more, that I am awake,
And taste my true delight.

Thor.
By this, and this:
Kisses.
Through which, if it were possible, I durst
Conuey my soule, I am for ever thine,
Created new to bee made worthy of thee,
I have beene dead too long to thee, and vertue,
Committed sinne enough, in my neglect
Of thee, to plant a fierce, and deepe antipathy
In every womans heart against mankind;
But you are mercifull, and imitate
The eternall nature.

Enter Woodhamore.
Woo.
Ha? how is this? a kissing?

Eug.
We are betraid.

Tho.
So now tis done; I would not
Be engag'd to kisse you againe, for all the estate.
Your father left you.

Eug.
I hope my breath has not offended you,

Tho.

I cannot tell, I ha' not kist a woman this twelve-moneth,
and had not done this, but that he had my oath to
performe it; well you have the lip labour he sent you, Master
Yongrave is well, will see you agen shortly—God be why.

Eug.

Pray stay a little.

Tho.

You'l send him such another
token; imploy your waiting woman, I am no common kisse-carrier.

Woo.

Oh ho, is't not otherwise, hee is a messenger
from Master Yongrave, y'are welcome Sir.

Tho.

And I be not, I am going Sir, to the place from
whence I came Sir?

Woo.

How does Master Yongrave?

Tho.

As foolish as ever, he is still in love—

Woo.

I pray commend me to him.

Enter Yongrave.
Tho.
You may now commend your selfe, he is here.

Eug.
Oh let me flie into his armes and boast
Never had woman such a noble servant,
Blest was that minute Vncle, in which you
First knew this Gentleman; more blessed I,
That doe enjoy by him, that which my heart
Next heaven affecteth most; 'twill be an age
Till holy Church confirmes our vowes, I cannot
Mannage the comforts you have given mee,
I did not thinke I should so soone have met
A husband, Vncle.

Woo.
I am glad to heare it.

Tho.
Command thy truest servant, nothing wants
But how to get her forth, 'twere soone dispatch'd.

Yon.
Sir, we resolve not to lose any time,
We'l marry instantly.

Woo.
With all my heart.

Yon.
The licence will be at Church, as soone as we,
Then I shall quickly make you perfect owner,
Of all those lands, that lye so neere your Lordship:
You have security, I shall performe
When we are man and wise.

Woo.
Right, Master Yongrave!
You are an honest Gentleman, my Neece
May glorie in such a choice, I have some businesse,
Excuse three minutes, Ile dispatch, and goe
Along with you my selfe.

Exit.
Tho.
How's that? he go? we must prevent that mischiefe.

Eug.
Noble Sir, what service can reward this goodnesse in you?

Yon.
If you acknowledge any benefit
From me, in that I am enough rewarded,
I wish you, what I cannot hope for, joy,
But yet we have not finish'd.

Tho.
What doe y'thinke? if
Tis gone againe, wee must have some tricke,
To get off without him.

Enter Servant with a letter to Eugenia.
Eug.
From Mistresse Chrysolina?

Tho.
What and we should set some on's house a-fire,
Doe y'thinke he would stay to quench it? how has he
Liv'd all this while, and has no more diseases?
No honest Gout to keepe him warme at home,
In furres, no charitable Ague, fall
Into his legges to stay him, no Sciatica?
He is no Gentleman he scapes so well.

Eugenia
reades.

I love him above my life, but you have only his heart, he sayes; for
which I languish, if you have power to dispose it, I will cherish
some hope, he will love me, at least for your sake.

Tho.

If he should with us, is't not possible
He may have a fall, and breake a leg, and t'were but his neck,
why may not some prentice throw a stone, and put an eye
out, that he may goe to th'Surgeons, or some horse, or cart-wheele
squeeze his toe, and stay his journey?

Eugenia
reades.

His noble carriage to you, made me first affect him, then sinnce you
are happy in another, let me owe to your vertue for his affection,
without whom I am the most miserable—Chrysolina.

Eug.
Let me entreate you Sir, peruse that paper.
Sir you know Chrysolina?

Tho.
I doe know her.

Eug.
Poore Gentlewoman is in love with Yongrave;
Wee have arriv'd at our desires already,
And want but the Church sealing, she is lost,
Vnlesse he meet her wishes, 'twill become
Our piety to advance, in what wee may
The common cause of love, then briefely thus—

Yon.
Can any Virgin affect me so much?
She did prepare this argument before.

Eug.
As you are charitable, goe presently.

Tho.
And leave you thus?

Eug.
We'l get off well enough.
Eug. and Thor. whisper.
Pray her to meete us.

Yon.
I doe pitty her,
And I have learn'd it from my sufferings;
But I must keepe my word, Eugenia
Hath still my heart, and onely can dispose it.

Eug.
Then I resigne to her, in this alone,
I will deserve these noble offices.
You know the place.

Tho.
I'm perfect.

Eug.
Love her, and let us all be happy.

Enter Woodhamore.
Wood.
Sir, I must desire
You would excuse me, I would goe with you,
But that I have considered, 'twill be better
That I should not appeare, since you intend
To have it private, there will be lesse notice
If I be absent, and it may be thought
You by some tricke stole her away: D'yee marke?

Yon.
Well thought on.

Wood.
Then, sir, that opinion
Will save our credit, and excuse the want
Of ceremony, and the fruitlesse charge,
Which is expected at her marriage:
Is it not best?

Yon.
You shew your providence.

Eug.
Though I could wish your presence.

Wood.
Y'are not wise,
Eugenia, goe to the Church, and let me
Salute you quickly happy bride and bridegroome:
Away, I say.

Eug.
He ha's prevented us.

Exeunt.
Wood.
The Land's my own, you wrong your joyes to tarry,
I would I had more Neeces thus to marry.

Exit.
Enter Thornay and Chrysolina.
Thor.
Nay, never blush, but haste and meet the Gentleman.
You have no reason to distrust me, Lady,
After this circumstance.

Chr.
Can I be so happy?

Thor.
Have a strong faith, and finde it so,
Though once I was guilty of some wrong to thee.

Chry.
Never to me: or if you had, this newes
Is recompence enough.

Thor.
Ile tell thee now:
I was the cause that Gerard did neglect thee,
In hope to gaine thee for my selfe; I told him
Thou had'st halfe consented to be mine.

Chr.
This truth?

Thor.
Bade him direct his Courtship to Aurelia,
And so be sure of one: poore Gentleman
Beleev'd, and after lost thy sister too:
But if no cure be seasonably apply'd,
Gerard, I feare, will sinke beneath his losse.

Chr.
Was this the cause?

Thor.
I must accuse my selfe.

Chr.
Ile tell Aurelia this.

Tho.
Doe so.

Chr.
She meant to visit him, but this wil give her wings.

Thor.
I will intreat her pardon, but make haste,
I wo'd not willingly be seene.

Chr.
I feele
Another soule, what raptures are distill'd
Vpon my heart?

Enter Caperwit.
Cap.
She cannot choose but take it.

Thor.
You know how to direct her, but be swift
In your returne.—Mr. Caperwit?

Cap.
Your servant.
Sir, if my sight be not unfaithfull, I have seene you.

Thor.
I owe much to your eyes,
It was my happinesse to see you here.

Cap.
I doe remember.

Thor.
I observ'd your courtship
To faire Aurelia.

Cap.
Pray sir, can you dance?

Tho.
Dance?

Cap.
I presume you are a friend to her,
Whose name made sweet your breath so late.

Thor.
It did not stinke before.

Ca.
Excuse my Poetry.

Thor.
Cry you mercy.

Cap.
I know y'ave heard wherein consists my excellence.

Th.
You are a Prince in Poetry, & please your Excellence.

Cap.
The phrase in Latine's modest, use no reverence,
To tell you true, you are a friend, I am upon a Maske.—

Tho.
That made you aske if I could dance.

Cap.
'Tis right, and you should doe me honour
To lend your person to it, but I wo'd
Have it this night, before my Mistris, whose
Mention perfum'd your lips so late.

Thor.
Sweet language!
Wy'your favour, Mr. Caperwit, who are the
Principall Maskers?

Cap.
Faith I have none yet,
Beside my selfe, but a foolish Knight, one Sir Gervace,
And's Lady, I want persons.

Thor.
Let me furnish you.

Cap.
And tye my everlasting friendship to you.

Th.
They shall be of quality, most of your acquaintance.
What if Aurelia be one? she loves you,
I ha' discovered that; I know shee'l do't,
Her Sister for another, and my selfe,
Frank Gerard and Iack Yongrave, with his Mistris.

Cap.
The number I desire.

Thor.
I know your lodging, say no more, Ile bring 'em,
This afternoone to practise, we may soone
Perfect a dance.

Cap.
Shall I trust to you?

Thor.
Here's my hand.

Cap.
I kisse it.

Thor.
I may give you a hint perhaps for the device too.

Cap.
I have no other gratitude but this,
Live but a weeke, Ile send you an Ode; or dye,
Ile write your Epitaph.

Exit.
Thor.
I have no purpose to put your Muse
To such expence. Farewell Phantasma.

Enter Chrysolina.
Chr.
Have I not beene tedious?
I told my sister all, and she is gone
To Mr. Gerard, if their meeting prosper,
I have directed where to find us.

Thor.
Excellent, come, let's away,
A thousand joyes expect us.

Exeunt.
Enter Gerard in his gowne and cap.
Ger.
I once beleev'd women were full of pitty,
Of soft and gentle constitutions:
But I have found 'em cruell: for Aurelia,
One of the best of all her sex, doth owne
A hard and tyrannous nature.

Enter servant.
Ser.
Sir, tis done.

Ger.
I prethee let it be vndone, as I am.

Ser.
The Song,

Ger.
I gave to be taught Musicke? Ile hear't anon:
I prethee goe—

Ser.
Whither?

Ger.
To Prison.

Ser.
How Sir?

Ger.
Yes, and aske when are the Sessions.

Ser.
They are every moneth.

Ger.
I would 'twere execution day to morrow.

Ser.
Why, with your pardon, doe you wish it, Sir?

Ger.
I would intreat the Surgeons to beg
Some Woman for Anatomy, nothing else:
I have heard their Lectures very much commended,
And I'd be present when they read upon
Her heart: for sure there is much difference
Betweene a Woman and a Man, in that
Same thing we call a heart, they doe not love
As we doe; we are fooles, indeed we are,
To dote so much upon 'em, and betray
The glory of our creation, to serve
A female pride; we were borne free, and had
From the great Maker Royall priviledge,
Most brave immunities: but since have made
Tame forfeit of our Charter. Let me see't,
It is the same, first read it, reach the chaire:
Tis yet no Song, infuse a soule into it.
Song.

Enter Aurelia and Servant.
Ser.
I have not, since I serv'd him, knowne him so
Opprest with melancholy; hee's a sleepe,
I dare not wake him.

Aur.
Ile expect a while.

Ser.
This quiet will much benefit him, hee
Began to talke idly.

Aur.
Heaven preserve the temper of his braine.

Ser.
He wakes.

Ger.
Ha, tis not shee, doe I dreame still;
Come hither, dost thou see nothing?

Ser.
Yes, a Gentlewoman that came to visit you.

Ger.
Doe not abuse thy master, 'tis not possible Aurelia
Will doe me so much honour; in my sleepe
Me thought I parled with her, and my fancy
Hath not yet lost her shape; Oh my Aurelia!

Aur.
I come to aske thy pardon.

Ger.
Doe not mocke me.
Thou wo't bee cruell when I wake agen;
And then I shall repent I dream't so sweetly.

Aur.
Y'are now awake, and I am your Aurelia,
That if you can forgive her past neglect,
Will give you proofe of her repentance,
By these teares—

Ger.
Let not the ground be hallowed with
Such water, I have a heart to drinke this Balsome:
Enough Aurelia, doe not make thy eyes
Poore, to enrich thy bosome, where the drops
Shew like a Carkanet of Pearle upon it,
Thou hast enough restor'd mee.

Aur.
Oh my Gerard!
Thou art too mercifull, and dost forgive
Too soone the injury I did thy love;
But I am come to make thee satisfaction;
And this is but a shadow of those joyes,
Wee must divide, if you vouchsafe to follow,
As I direct.

Ger.
Tis sinne not to obey.

Aur.
You must walk then.

Ger.
It is to heaven thou goest.
Convey mee swiftly thither.

Aur.
Nay, tis hast is now required.

Ger.
What blisse can bee deny'd,
A man that followes such an Angell-guide?

Exeunt.
Enter Thumpe.
Thum.

Where in the name of simplicity, should my Master be
all this while? I have been at sixe Ordinaries, twelve Tavernes,

and I thinke foure and twenty Bawdy-houses, places that Gentlemen
use to frequent, and yet cannot find him: well, I am resolv'd
to aske every man I meet; and if I cannot heare of him the
sooner, Ile have him cryed.

Enter Yongrave and Eugenia.

Pray did you see my Master?

Yon.

Thy Master? I know him not.

Thump.

Nay Sir, did you see him? for if you see him, you
cannot choose but know him; for hee had a hundred markes
brought him warme out of the Country this morning.

Yon.

Much good doe it him next his heart, I see him not.

Ex.
Thump.

No, no; there is no hope, 'tis but an unmannerly
tricke of any Master, to leave his man o'this fashion; tis well there
is no presse abroad, no disguis'd Constables twelvepence, and the
Kings name would put mee into a pittifull Feaver, and I should
curse Sir Gervace in another Country, as often as I heard the report
of a Musket, for bringing me up no better, that might ha'
liv'd quietly at home, and gone a feasting with the train'd Band
without any danger.

Enter Thornay, Chrysol.
Here is another youth, and his commodity, I'le enquire of him,
Pray did you see my Master?

Thor.
Thy Master, what's he.

Thum.
A Knight Sir, Ile assure you, of the last edition that
Was my foolish Master, for want of a better.

Thor.
His name?

Thum.
Sir Gervace Simple.

Thor.
Something of a blacke complexion, with a weezell face.

Thum.
The same Sir.

Thor.
In a doublet of Orange-tawny
Satten, richly laced? and blew trunke hose very sutable?

Thum.
Very right Sir.

Thor.

A long Jtalian Cloake came
down to his elbowes, a Spanish Ruffe, and long French stockings.

Thump.

Iust the same, how happy was I to meet with this
Gentleman.

Thor.
Faith honest friend, I saw none such.

Thum.

Pox o'these questions.

Thor.

But if thou'lt goe with me, I may chance helpe to a
sight of this Pageant.

Thum.

Heaven blesse your worship, and
the sweet fac'd modicum in your company.

Exeunt.
Enter Master Golds. Mistresse Golds.
Mis.
To prison with your servants Husband, hang
Them all, unlesse they finde our daughters.

Gol.
And I have sent to Sir John Woodhamores,
They may be with his Neece.

Mis.
They never us'd
Thus to absent themselves; Oh me unhappy!

Gol.
Wee have been too indulgent.

Mis.
I would have had them more restrain'd, yong wenches
That have so many sutors, grow soone wanton,
And throw off their obedience, had you been
Forward as I, they had been married;
And then wee had not suffered this perplexity.
I did commend an honorable man,
But your deliberation hath mar'd all,
And they were here agen—

Gol.
Have patience wife,
They are not lost for ever.

Mis.
No, no, lost?
They'l come agen, double I warrant you,
And perhaps treble, with some unthrift husbands,
Of their owne choosing.

Gol.
It does trouble me.
They were not us'd to walke abroad without
A servant, to waite on 'em.

Mis.
You must thinke
They have servants of their owne, for such a businesse,
Young maids have plentie of such waiting men,
And this has beene along conspiracy, Ile lay my life.

Enter Servant.
Gol.
What hast found 'em yet?

Ser.
I can heare no newes,
And Sir Iohn Woodhamore is much troubled Sir,
His Neece is gone too.

Gol.
Hey day!

Ser.
Sh'as been absent
Ever since morning.

Gol.
Pretious, pretious theeves!
Eugenias gone, lets have 'em cried together.

Mis.
They that have found em, will too soone I feare,
Alter the property.

Gol.
We shall keepe no virgins ith towne shortly.
Enter Woodhamore.
Welcome Sir Iohn.

Wood.
Is not my Neece Eugenia here?

Gol.
Not here.

Mis.
Wee have lost our daughters, and that's two for one.

Gol.
Ours have been absent ever since the morning.
Nor can we study what's become on 'em

Wood.
Is't possible? is there no plot in this?

Gol.
Our servants have enquired in every place
Of our acquaintance.

Wood.
I will tell you Sir,
You doe remember Master Yongrave.

Gol.
A servant of your Neeces;

Woo.
The same Sir
With my consent, he tooke her forth this morning.
To marry her, I doe beleeve he has don't,
But it doth wracke my braine, why they should stay thus,
They might have married, forty times by this.

Gol.
You did perhaps desire it private.

Woo.
And he too.

Gol.
I will engage my life they are all together.

Woo.
Doe you thinke so?

Gol.
I am confident; lets in to supper, and expect the best.
Enter Servant, and whispers Mistresse Goldsworth.
What newes with him?

Mis.
Tis something that he sayes.

Ser.
I cannot find em.

Gol.
How?

Ser.
But I have met a Gentleman, that can
Tel you some newes.

Gol.
That does concerne my daughters?

Ser.
So he reports, he is a cunning man, I think a conjurer,
He talkes of art, and spirits.
Enter Caperwit like a Coniurer.
This is he Sir.

Cap.
Gentles in your troubled brow,
I read what you desire to know,
Let no feare invade your heart;
I will tell by powerfull art,
Your Childrens fate, and where they are:
Know then, they are wandred farre,
Led by Cupid God of loves,
They have now arriv'd those groves,
Where no happie soule can sleepe,
Venus doth there revels keepe.
Consecrating day and night,
To song, to kisses, and delight:
They in Elysium breath, chsue whether,
They shall move thence, or you goe thither.

Woo.
This is some Poeticall businesse.

Mis.

Sweet husband let us goe to 'em, I have heard Poets
talke much of Elysium, I would faine see whither they be honest
or their words or no.

Gol.
No it will befit them to come to us.

Cap.
It shall be so; harmonious straines,
That doe blesse those happy plaines;
Vsher them forth, and shame the spheares,
Charme with heavenlier notes our eares,
That when we see the lovers come,
Recorders.
We may beleeve Elysium
It selfe come hither, all those bowers,
And the shades of pleasure ours.

Enter mask'd Yongrave, Chrysolina, Gerard, Aurelia, Thornay, Eugenia, Simple Bird, betweene every couple a torch carried, they march ouer the Stage, and Exeunt.
Gol.
Who are all these?

Mis.
I ghesse some of them, oh that I were in Elysium

VVood.
What are they vanished? Another turne of your art
Good Sir.

Cap.
Chime other musicke.

Enter the Maskers, and dance.
VVoo.
Now they will discover. Master Yongrave? I rejoyce
To see you here, this is the Gentleman I prais'd so much, hee has
Married now my Neece.

Yon. discovers.
Chr.
But I must aske your blessing, we are married,

Chris. unveiles.
Wood.
Ha, another Sweetheart; I am abus'd, hee is a very
Knave, where is my Neece?

Gol.
Is hee worse for marrying of my child? nay, then my
Blessing on you both, my sonne and daughter.

Mis.
Where's Aurelia?

Aur. unveiles.
Aur.

Here Mother, I have met a
Husband too, let us divide your Prayers—soft Master Caperwit
wee are married Sir already.

Ger. discovers.
Cap.

How married? did not you promise mee?

Gol.

Master Gerard? nay and it be no worse I care not
rise to my heart.

Ger.

My duty shall deserve it, tis e'ne so, good.
Master Caperwit you must dance without her.

Cap.

Have I made verses and studied speeches for this?

Mis.

Since there is no remedy, I blesse you both, but I did
wish—

Eug. unveiles.
Eug.
Sir: if you will acknowledge your Neece,
You must accept a Nephew too; we are as fast as they.

Woo.
Death! I am coozend, cheated, there is law.

Yon.
And there is conscience.

Th.
Ile not give you a penny.

Yon.
I will not publish Sir your avarice.
Wish em good joy.

Woo.
Well, tis done.

Tho.
Yes faith Vncle, wee are coupled, man and wife.

Woo.
Ile enquire how this came about hereafter;
Looke you love her Sir.

Tho.
As I will doe my soule.

Sim.

Gentlemen, all is not yet discovereth there are a
parte behind, worth taking notice of, doe yknow Sir Gervace
Simple, I am the man.

Tho.

Simple as he stands there.

Sim.

And this is my Lady—what does thy haue come off
already.

Pag.

Your worship is a most egregious coxcombe.

Sim.

A boy? Gentlemen, have I married a boy, or is shee
metamorphis'd?

Yon.
Ha, ha, Master Caperwits Page.

Om.
Give you joy Sir.

Pag.
The Bird is flowne indeedlaw.

Sim.
Bird? they make a coxcombe of me.

Cap.
I am glad somebody else is coozend beside my selfe;
Nay, nay take her, there is a man within a mile of an Oake,
I name no body, has had earnest of her body.

Sim.

Bawdy quoth a, Thumpe, I will sell thee my Knighthood
for halfe the mony it cost me, and turne Yeoman in the
Country agen; why there is neither wit nor honesty in this.

Thu.
Be ruld by me, lets to some Taverne, and
Drinke away melancholy.

Sim.
I, and then we may steale away disguisd, a match!

Tho.

Nay, nay, lets all together, and make a merry night
on't,

Sim.
Why how now Thumpe, are you sneaking away?

Gol.
Lets all together.

Ge.
But first we must the licence of these Gentlemen.