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The fourth Act.
Bonvile, Mistresse Fairefield.Iu.
Whither will you walke my Lord? you may engage
Your selfe too farre and lose your sport!
Lo.
I would
Goe farther for a little sport, you meane
The horse race, they're not come into the Park yet,
I might doe something else, and returne time
Enough to winne five hundred peeces.
Iu.
Your Lordship had no fortune in the last match,
I wish'd your confidence a happier successe.
Lo.
We must loose sometimes—harke the Nightingale
Iu.
You win my Lord I dare engage my selfe.
Lo.
You make the Omen fortunate, this bird
Doth prophesie good lucke.
Iu.
Tis the first time I heard it.
Lo.
And I this spring, lets walke a little further.
Iu.
I am not weary but—
Lo.
You may trust your person Lady.
Iu.
I were too much wicked to suspect your honour
And in this place.
Lo.
This place, the place were good enough
If you were bad enough, and as prepar'd
As I, there have beene stories that some have
Strucke many deere within the Parke:
Iu.
Foule play,
If I did thinke your honour had a thought
To Venture at unlawfull game, I should
Ha brought lesse confidence.
Enter Tryer.
Lo.
Ha Tryer,
What does he follow us?
Iu.
To shew I dare
Be bold upon your vertue, take no notice
Exit.
Tr.
Thus farre alone? yet why doe I suspect?
Hang jealousie tis naught, it breeds too many
Wormes in our braines, and yet she might ha suffered me,
Enter Lacy and Mistresse Bonavent.
Master Lacy, and his bride!
Bo.
I was wont to have one alwayes in my chamber.
La.
Thou sha't have a whole quire of Nightingales.
Bo.
I heard it yesterday warble so prettily.
La.
They say tis luckie, when it is the first
Bird that salutes our eare.
Bo.
Doe you beleeve it.
Tr.
I am of his minde, and love a happy Augury.
La.
Observe the first note alwayes
Cuckoo?
Is this the Nightingale?
Bo.
Why doe you looke so?
La.
Are not we marryed,
I wood not have beene a bachelour to have heard it.
Bo.
To them they say tis fatall.
Tr.
And to marryed men
Cuckoo is no delightfull note, I shall
Be superstitious.
Bo.
Lets walke a little further.
La.
I waite upon thee, harke still ha ha ha.
Exit.
Tr.
I am not much in love with the broad ditty.
Enter Fairefield.
Fa.
Frank Tryer, I ha beene seeking thee
About the Parke.
Tr.
What to doe,
Fa.
To be merry for halfe an houre, I finde
A scurvie Melancholy Creepe upon me,
Ile trye what sacke will doe, I ha sent my footman
Toth' Maurice for a bottle, we shall meete him,
Ile tell thee to'ther story of my Lady.
Tr.
Ile waite on you.
Fa.
But that she is my sister,
Ide ha thee forsware women, but lets walke.
M. B.
This way they marched, I hope they wonot leape
The pale, I do not know the disposition
Of my capring gentleman, and therefore 'two'not
Be indiscretion to observe him, thinges
Must be a little better reconcil'd,
The Nightingale—this can presage no hurt,
But I shall lose my Pigeons, they are in view
Faire and farre off.
Exit.
Enter Venture, and Rider.
Ven.
He must be a Pegasus that beates me.
Ri.
Yet your confidence may deceive you, you will ride
Against a Iockey, that has horse-manshippe.
Ven.
A Iocky, a Iackanapes a horse-backe rather,
A Monkey or a Masty dogge would shew
A Giant to him, and I were Alexander
I would lay the world upon my Mare, she shall
Run with the devill for a hundred peeces,
Make the match who will.
Ri.
Not I, you shall excuse me,
Nor would I win his money.
Ven.
Whose?
Ri.
The devils, my gold has burnt this 12. moneths in my pocket,
A little of his amongst, would scorch my thighes
And make such tinder of my linings, that
My breeches never after, would hold money,
But let these passe; wheres Lacy and his Bride?
Ven.
They are walk't to heare the Nightingale.
Ri.
The Nightingale? I ha not heard one this yeare.
Ven.
Listen, and we shall heare one presently,
Cuckoo.
Ven.
The bird speakes to you.
Ri.
No tis to you.
Ven.
Now do I suspect
I shall lose the race.
Ri.
Despaire for a Cuckoo.
Ven.
A Cuckoo wo'not flatter,
His word will goe before a gentlemans
And seldome failes, a Cuckoo, Ile hedge in
My money presently.
Ri.
For shame be confident.
Ven.
Will you goe halfe.
Ri.
Ile goe it all, or any thing.
Ven.
Hang Cuckoo's then.
My Lord, Bonvile, Lacy, and his bride!
Enter Lo. Bon. Lacy, Mistris Fairefeild, Mistris Bona.
Lo.
How now gentlemen?
Ven.
Your honours servants.
Ri.
Ladies, I kisse your hands.
Lo.
You are the man, will run away with all
The gold anon.
Ven.
Your Iockey must fly else.
Ri.
Ile hold your honour thirty peeces more.
Lo.
Tis done.
Iu.
Do you ride your selfe.
Ven.
I shall have the Raines in my owne hand Lady.
Bo.
Master Rider, saw you not my Cousen.
Enter Caroll.
Cry mercy she is here, I thought y'ad follow'd us.
Lo.
Your kinswoman,
I shall be honoured to be your servant Lady.
Ca.
Alas my Lord youle lose by't!
What?
Ca.
Honour me being my servant! her's a brace
Of gentlemen will tell you as much.
Ven.
But will say nothing for our credits.
Bo.
You looke as you had wept.
Ca.
I weepe! For what?
Come toward the Lodge, and drinke a sillabub.
Bo.
A match!
La.
And as we walke, Iacke Venture thou shalt sing,
The song thou mad'st ot'h horses.
Ven.
You shall pardon me.
Ri.
What among friends? my Lord if you'd speake to him.
Lo.
A song by all meanes, prethee, let me
Intreate it, what's the fuctiect
Of all the running horses.
Ven.
Horses and Mares put them together.
Lo.
Lets ha't, come I heard you can sing rarely.
Ri.
An excellent voyce.
La.
A Ravishing tone.
Ven.
Tis a very ballad my Lord, and a course tune.
Lo.
The better, why does any tune become
A gentleman so well as a ballad, hang
Curiosity in musicke, leave those crotchets
To men that get their living with a song,
Come come beginne.
[Ven.]
The Song.
[1.]
Come Muses all that dwell nigh the fountaine,Made by the winged horses heele,
Which firk'd with his rider over each Mountaine,
Let me your galloping raptures feele.
I doe not sing of fleas, or frogges,
Nor of the well mouth'd hunting dogges.
Let me be just all praises must,
Be given to well breath'd Iilian Thrust.
2.
Young Constable and kill deeres famous,The Cat the Mouse and Noddy Gray,
With nimble Pegabrig you cannot shame us,
With Spaniard nor with Spinola.
His climing white-rose, praise doth not lacke,
Hansome Dunbar, and yellow Iack.
But if I be just all praises must,
Be given to well breath'd Iilian Thrust.
3.
Sure Spurr'd sloven, true running Robin,Of young shaver I doe not say lesse,
Strawbery Soame, and let Spider pop in,
Fine Brackly and brave lurching Besse.
Victorious too, was herring shotten,
And spit in's arse is not forgotten.
Be given to well breath'd Iilian Thrust.
4.
Lusty Gorge and gentlemen, harke yet,To wining Mackarell fine mouth'd Freake,
Bay Tarrall that won the cup at Newmarket,
Thundring tempest, black dragon eake.
Pretious sweetelippes, I doe not lose,
Nor Toby with his golden shoes,
But if I be just, all honour must,
Be given to well breath'd Iilian Thrust.
Lo.
Excellent, how thinke you Lady?
Iu.
I like it very well.
Ca.
I never thought you were a Poet sir.
Ven.
No no, I doe but dabble.
Ca.
You can sing early too, how were these parts
Observ'd, invisible?
Ven.
You may see Lady.
Iu.
Good sir your pardon:
Ven.
Doe you love singing, hum, la la.
Ca.
Who would ha thought these qualities were in you,
Ven.
Now or never.
Ca.
Why I was cosend.
Ven.
You are not the first I ha cosend, shall I wash
Your faces with the drops of Helicon, I ha fancies in my head.
Ca.
Like Iupiter you want a Vulcan but
To cleave your skull, and out peepes bright Minerva.
Iu.
When you returne Ile tell you more my Lord.
Ven.
Give me a subject.
Bo.
Prethee Cose doe.
Ca.
Let it be how much you dare suffer for me.
Ven.
Enough—hum, fa, la la.
Enter Page.
Pa.
Master Venter y'are expected.
Lo.
Are they come?
Pa.
This halfe houre my Lord.
Lo.
I must see the Mare, you will excuse this rudenesse,
Sirra stay you and waite upon these Ladies.
Exeunt.
Tis time to make me ready,
Ladies I take this leave in prose,
You shall see me next in other feete.
Ri.
I wish your sillabub were nectar Lady.
Bo.
We thanke you sir, and here it comes already.
Enter Milkemaide.
Iu.
So so, is it good milke?
Bo.
Of a Red Cow.
Ca.
You talke as you inclin'd to a consumption,
Is the wine good?
Milk.
It comes from his excellence head!
Ca.
My service to you Lady, and to him
Your thoughts preferre.
Bo.
A health!
Ca.
No deepe one? tis lawfull for gentlewomen
To wish well to their friends.
Iu.
You have oblig'd me—the wishes of all happinesse
To him you heart hath chosen.
Bo.
Duty now
Requires I should be willing to receive it
As many joyes to you both, when you are marryed.
Ca.
Marryed?
Iu.
You have not vow'd to dye a virgin,
I know an humble servant of yours Lady?
Ca.
Mine!
Iu.
Would be sorry you should be a Nunne.
Ca.
Dee thinke he loves me then?
Iu.
I doe not thinke
He can dissemble where he does professe
Affection: I know his heart by mine;
Fairefield is my brother!
Ca.
Your Brother? then the danger's not so great, but
Let us change our argument: with your pardon,
Come hither pretty one; how old are you?
Pa.
I am young Lady, I hope you doe not take me for a
Dwarfe.
Bo.
How yong I pray then?
Pa.
Foure summers since my life was question'd,
And then a Iewry of yeares did passe upon me.
He is upon the matter then, fifteene.
Pa.
A game at Noddy.
Ca.
You can play your Cards already it seeme, come drinke
A this sillabub!
Pa.
I shall spoyle your game Ladies, for if there be sack
In't it may make you flush a three.
Iu.
The boy would seeme witty.
Pa.
I hope Ladies you will pardon me, my Lord
Commanded me to waite upon you, and
I can doe you no better service, than
To make you laugh.
Enter Fairefield and Tryer.
Fa.
They'r here, blesse you!
Bo.
Master Fairefield you are welcome.
Fa.
I presume so, but howsoever it skils not.
Tr.
I doe not come to borrow money.
Ca.
And yet all they that doe so are no fooles,
Money or Lands make not a man the wiser,
I know hansome gentlemen ha paun'd
Their cloathes.
Tr.
Ile paune my skinne too with a woman.
Ca.
Wipe your mouth, here's to you sir!
Tr.
Ile pledge ye quicksilver, where's your Lord?
Pa.
He has left Virgo sir, to goe to Libra,
To see the horsemen weighed.
Tr.
Lady my service!
Iu.
Brother, you interpose too farre, my Lord
Has us'd me honourably, and I must tell you
Some body has made a fault.
Bo.
Master Fairefield!
Fa.
I kisse your hand.
Tr.
My Lord and you have walk'd.
Iu.
Yes sir.
Fa.
My sister shall excuse, here's to thee and thy creame boule.
Mil.
I thanke your worship.
Fa.
There is more honesty in thy petticoate
Than twenty satten ones.
Bo.
Doe you know that?
I know by her pale, and she were otherwise
T'would turne her milke, come hither let me kisse thee,
Now I am confirm'd, he that shall marry thee
Shall take thee a Virgin at my perill.
Bo.
Ha you such skill in Maidenheads.
Fa.
Ile know't by a kisse,
Better then any Doctor by her urine,
Be merry with thy Cow, farewell! come Franke,
That wit and good cloathes should infect a woman.
Iu.
Ile tell you more hereafter, pray lets heare
Who winnes.
Tr.
Your servant Ladies.
Enter Iockey and Gent.
1
What dost thinke Iockey.
2
The crack oth'field against you.
Io.
Let em crack Nuts.
1
What weight.
2
I thinke he has the heeles.
3
Get but the start.
Io.
How ever if I get within his quarters let me alone.
3
Mounts Chevall.
Exeunt.
Confused noyse of betting within, after that a shoute.
Ca.
They are started.
Enter Bonvile, Rider, Bona. Try. Fairef.
Ri.
Twenty pounds to fifteene.
Lo.
Tis done we'e.
Fa.
Forty pounds to thirty.
Lo.
Done, done, Ile take all oddes.
Tr.
My Lord I hold as much.
Lo.
Not so.
Tr.
Forty pounds to twenty.
Lo.
Done, done.
M. B.
You ha lost all my Lord, and it were a Million.
Lo.
In your imagination, who can helpe it?
La.
Venture had the start and keepes it.
Lo.
Gentlemen you have a fine time to triumph,
Tis not your oddes that makes you win.
Within, venture! venture!
Exeunt. Men.
Shall we venture nothing oth'horses,
What oddes against my Lord?
Ca.
Silke stockings.
Iu.
To a paire of persum'd gloves I take it.
Ca.
Done!
Bo.
And I as much.
Iu.
Done with you both!
Ca.
Ile have em Spanish sent.
Iu.
The stockings shalbe Scarlet, if you choose
Your sent, Ile choose my colour.
Ca.
Tis done, if Venture
Knew but my lay it would halfe breake his necke now,
And crying a Iockey hay.
a shoute within.
Iu.
Is the wind in that coast, harke the noyse.
Is Iockey now?
Ca.
Tis but a paire of gloves.
Within a Iockey.
Iu.
Still it holds.
Enter my Lord.
How ha you sped my Lord?
Lo.
Won, won, I knew by instinct,
The mare would put some tricke upon him.
Bo.
Then we ha lost, but good my Lord the circumstance.
Lo.
Great Iohn at all adventure and grave Iockey
Mounted their severall Mares, I shan'ot tell
The story out for laughing, ha, ha, ha,
But this in briefe Iockey was left behind,
The pitty and the scorne of all the oddes,
Plaid bout my eares like Cannon, but lesse dangerous.
I tooke all still, the acclamations was
For Venture, whose disdainefull Mare threw durt
In my old Iockeys face, all hopes forsaking us,
Two hundred peeces desperate, and two thousand
Oathes sent after them, upon the suddaine,
When we expected no such tricke, we saw
My rider that was domineering ripe,
Vault ore his Mare into a tender slough,
Where he was much beholding to one shoulder,
For saving of his necke, his beast recovered,
And he by this time somewhat mortified,
To his Olympick Adversary, who shall
Ride hither in full pompe on his Bucephalus
With his victorious bagpipe.
Ca.
I would faine see how Venture lookes.
Bo.
Hee's here, ha, ha.
Enter Venture, and Rider.
Ven.
I told you as much before, you would not
Beleeve the Cuckoo.
Ca.
Why, how now sir!
Ven.
And I had broke my necke in a cleane way,
Twou'ld nere ha griev'd me, Lady I am yours,
Thus Cæsar fell.
Lo.
Not in a slough deere Iacke.
Ven.
You shall heare further from me.
Ri.
Come to Knightsbridge.
Ven.
That Cuckoo was a witch Ile take my death on't.
Ex. in triumph.
Lo.
Here comes the Conquerer
A Bagpipe playing, and Iockey, Bonavent. Tryer, and Fairefeild.
Lo.
From the Conquest of Ierusalem
Returnes Vespasian, &c. ha, ha, mer mercy Iockey.
Io.
I told you if I came within his quarters,
Omnes.
A Iockey, a Iockey.
Exeunt all by Lacy, his Bride, Mistris Caroll, Enter Bonavent. and the bagpipen.
M. B.
This shall be but your earnest, follow me
At pretty distance, and when I say draw,
Play me a galliard, by your favour sir,
Shall I speake a coole word with yee.
La.
With all my heart.
M. B.
You do owe me a dance if you remember,
And I will have it now, no dispute, draw!
That wonot serve your turne, come shake your heeles,
You heare a tune, I will not change my toole,
For a case of Rapiers, keepe off at your perils
I ha sworne.
Bo.
For heavens sake some to part em.
La.
Dost heare.
And you may heare the bagpipe is not dumbe,
Will you to this geere, or doe you meane to try
How this will scoure you, come, come, Ile have it.
La.
Hold, I will!
He dances, meane time comes in my Lord and Tryer.
M. Bo.
So, now we are on even tearmes, and if
You like it not, Ile use my tother instrument.
La.
Th'art a brave fellow, come your wayes.
Lo.
Hold! you shannot fight, ile understand
Your quarrell.
La.
Good my Lord lets have one passe.
Bo.
Your weapons shall runne through me,
And I must tell you sir, have beene injurious.
M. Bo.
Good Lady why? in doing my selfe right.
Bo.
In wronging me.
M. B.
I am not sensible of that.
Bo.
Could any shame be fastned upon him
Wherein I have no share.
M. B.
I was provokt
By him if you remember, and was not
Borne so unequall to him I should suffer
His poore affront.
Bo.
This was a day of peace,
The day wherein the holy priest hath tyed
Our hearts together, Hymen's Tapers yet
Are burning, and it cannot be a sinne
Lesse than a sacriledge, to extinguish them
With blood, and in contempt of heavens proceeding
Thus to conspire our separation
No Christian would prophane the marriage day,
And when all other wish us joyes, could you
Intrude your selfe to poyson all our mirth,
Blast in the very bud all our happinesse
Our hopes had layd up for us.
M. B.
I was a stranger,
Bo.
That makes ye more uncivill, we were merry
Which could not offend you.
M. B.
I had no thought
Bo.
What came you for?
With whom had ye acquaintance, or what favour
Gave you accesse, at so unfit a time
To interrupt our calme and free delights;
You cannot plead any abuse, where you
Were never knowne, that should incite you to
Revenge it there, I take it you were never
His Rivall.
M. B.
Tis confest!
Bo.
What malice then
Prevail'd above your reason to pursue us
With this injustice?
M. B.
Lady, give me leave!
I were a villaine to be guilty of
The basenesse you accuse me? your servant
Shall quit me from intrusion, and my soule
Is my best witnesse, that I brought no malice
But unstay'nd thoughts into your roofe, but when
I was made the common laughter, I had bin
Lesse than a man, to thinke of no returne
And had he beene the onely of my blood,
I would not be so much the shame of soldier
To have beene tam'd and suffered, and you are
Too hasty in your judgement, I could say
More, but tis dishonour to expostulate
These causes with a woman, I had reason
To call him to account, you know not all
My provocation, things are not with me as with another man.
Bo.
How is that? the matter
May spread too farre, some former quarrell, tis
My best to reconcile em, sir I may
Be ignorant if any thing have past
Before this morning, I pray pardon me
But as you are a gentleman, let me
Prevaile, your differences may here conclude;
'Las I am part of him now, and betweene
A Widdow and his wife, if I be thus
M. B.
Ile be his servant.
Bo.
Sir you shew
A noble disposition, good my Lord
Compose their differences, prethee meete his friendship.
M. B.
I have satisfaction, and desire his love.
La.
Th'ast done but like a gentleman, thy hand
Ile love thee while I live.
Lo.
Why so all friends.
M. B.
I meete it with a heart, and for disturbing
Your mirth to day.
La.
No, no disturbance.
M. B.
Then give me but the favour
To shew I wish no sorrow to the bride,
I have a small oblation, which she must
Accept, or I shall doubt we are not friends,
Tis all I have to offer at your Wedding.
Bo.
Ha.
M. B.
There's my hand to justifie it at fit time,
Peruse it, my Lord I shall be studious
How to deserve your favour.
Lo.
I am yours.
La.
My Lord let me obtaine, youle honour me
To night.
Mr i s. Bon. Reades.
I was taken by a Turkish Pirate, and detain'd many yeares
A prisoner in an Island, where I had dyed his Captive,
Had not a worthy Merchant thence redeemed & furnished me,
Blessed delivery.
Enter one with another Letter.
Ca.
To me? from Venture he is very mindfull, good,
I shall make use of this.
Bo.
Till then conceale me.
Ca.
Excellent stuffe, but I must have another
Name subscrib'd.
Lo.
Will you walke Ladies.
Ca.
Your servants waite upon
Ke.
We humbly thanke your honour.
2.
A brave sparke.
1.
Sparke, he's the very Bonfire of Nobility.
Exeunt.
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