 | The Antipodes |  |
Act 3.
Scene 1.
Letoy, Ioylesse, Diana, Martha, Barbara.Let.
Yet, Mr. Ioylesse, are you pleas'd? you see
Here's nothing but faire play, and all above boord.
Ioy.
But it is late, and these long intermissions
By banqueting and Courtship twixt the Acts
Will keep backe the Catastrophe of your play,
Vntill the morning light.
Let.
All shall be short.
Ioy.
And then in midst of Scenes
You interrupt your Actors; and tye them
To lengthen time in silence, while you hold
Discourse, by th'by.
Let.
Poxe o'thy jealousie.
Because I give thy wife a looke, or word
Sometimes! What if I kisse (thus) Ile not eate her.
Ioy.
Soe, so, his banquet workes with him.
Let.
And for my Actors, they shall speake, or not speake
As much, or more, or lesse, and when I please,
It is my way of pleasure, and ile use it.
So sit: They enter.
Flourish.
Scene 2.
Enter Lawyer, and Poet.Law.
Your case is cleare, I understand it fully,
And need no more instructions, this shall serve,
To firke your Adversary from Court to Court,
If he stand out upon rebellious Legges,
But till Octabis Michaelis next.
Ile bring him on submissive knees.
Dia.
What's he?
Let.
A Lawyer, and his Clyent there, a Poet.
Dia.
Goes Law so torne, and Poetry so brave?
Will you but give the Actors leave to speake,
They may have done the sooner?
Law.
Let me see,
This is your bill of Parcells.
Poet.
Yes, of all
My severall wares, according to the rates
Delivered unto my debitor,
Dia.
Wares does he say?
Let.
Yes, Poetry is good ware
In the Antipodes, though there be some ill payers,
As well as here; but Law there rights the Poets.
Law.
Delivered too, and for the use of the right worshipfull
Mr. Alderman Humblebee, as followeth—Imprimis—
Reads.
Umh, I cannot read your hand; your Character
Is bad, and your Orthography much worse.
Read it your selfe pray.
Dia.
Doe Aldermen
Love Poetry in Antipodea London.
Let.
Better than ours doe Custards; but the worst
Pay-masters living there; worse than our gallants,
Partly for want of money, partly wit.
Dia.
Can Aldermen want wit and money too?
That's wonderfull.
Poet.
Imprimis sir here is
For three religious Madrigalls to be sung
By th'holy Vestalls in Bridewell, for the
Conversion of our City wives and daughters,
Ten groats a peece, it was his owne agreement.
Law.
Tis very reasonable.
Poet.
Item, twelve Hymnes,
For the twelve Sessions, during his Shrievalty,
Sung by the Quire of New-gate, in the praise
Of City Clemency (for in that yeare
No guiltlesse person suffer'd by their judgement)
Ten groats a peece also.
Law.
So, now it rises.
Dia.
Why speaks your Poet so demurely?
Let.
Oh—
Tis a precise tone he has got among
The sober sister-hood.
Oh I remember,
The Doctor said Poets were all Puritans
In the Antipodes: But where's the Doctor?
And where's your sonne my Ioylesse?
Let.
Doe not minde him.
Poet.
Item,
A Disticke graven in his thumb-ring,
Of all the wise speeches and sayings of all
His Alder Predecessors, and his brethren
In two Kings reignes.
Law.
There was a curious Peece.
Poet.
Two peeces he promised to me for it.
Jtem, inscriptions in his Hall and Parlour,
His Gallery, and garden, round the walls,
Of his owne publicke acts, betweene the time
He was a Common Councell man and shriefe,
One thousand lines put into wholsome verse.
Law.
Here's a summe towards indeed! a thousand verses?
Poet.
They come too, at the known rate of the City.
(That is to say at forty pence the score)
Eight pounds sixe shillings, eight pence.
Law.
Well sir, on.
Poet.
Item, an Elegy for Mistris Alderwoman
Upon the death of one of her Coach-mares,
She priz'd above her daughter, being crooked—
Dia.
The more beast she.
Mar.
Ha, ha, ha.
Bar.
Enough, enough sweet-heart.
Mar.
Tis true, for I should weep for that poore daughter,
Tis like she'll have no children, pray now looke,
Am not I crooked too?
Bar.
No, no, sit downe.
Poet.
Jtem, a love Epistle for the Aldermanikin his sonne,
And a Booke of the godly life and death
Of Mistris Katherine Stubs, which I have turn'd
Into sweet meetre, for the vertuous youth,
To woe an ancient Lady widow with.
Law.
Heres a large summe in all, for which ile try,
His strength in law, till he peccavi cry,
Iamque opus exegi quod nec Iovis Ira, nec ignis:
Dia.
The Lawyer speaks the Poets part.
Let.
He thinkes
The more; the Poets in th'Antipodes,
Are slow of tongue, but nimble with the pen.
Poet.
The counsaile and the comfort you have given
Me, requires a double fee.
Offers mony.
Law.
Will you abuse me therefore?
I take no fees double nor single I.
Retaine your money, you retaine not me else.
Away, away, you'll hinder other Clyents.
Poet.
Pray give me leave to send then to your wife.
Law.
Not so much as a Poesie for her thimble,
For feare I spoyle your cause,
Poet.
Y'ave warned me sir.
Exit.
Dia.
What a poore honest Lawyer's this?
Let.
They are all so
In th'Antipodes.
Scene 3.
Enter a spruce yong Captaine.Law.
Y'are welcome Captaine.
In your two causes I have done my best.
Cap.
And whats the issue pray sir?
Law.
Truely sir,
Our best course is not to proceed to triall.
Cap.
Your reason? I shall then recover nothing.
Law.
Yes, more by composition, than the Court
Can lawfully adjudge you, as I have labour'd.
And sir, my course is, where I can compound
A difference, Ile not tosse nor bandy it
Into the hazzard of a judgement.
Dia.
Still
An honest Lawyer, and tho poore, no marvaile.
Let.
A kisse for thy conceite.
Ioy.
A sweet occasion!
Cap.
How have you done sir?
Law.
First you understand
Your severall actions, and your adversaries.
The first a Battery against a Coach-man,
That beate you sorely.
What hard hearted fellow
Could beat so spruce a gentleman, and a captaine.
Cap.
By this faire hilt, he did sir, and so bruis'd
My armes, so crush'd my ribs, and stich'd my sides,
That I have had no heart to draw my sword since;
And shall I put it up, and not his purse
Be made to pay for't?
Law.
It is up already, sir,
If you can be advis'd, observe I pray,
Your other actions 'gainst your feathermaker,
And that of trespasse for th'incessant trouble
He puts you to by importunate requests,
To pay him no money, but take longer day.
Cap.
Against all humane reason, for although
I have bought feathers of him these foure yeares,
And never paid him a penny; yet he duns me
So desperately to keepe my money still,
As if I ought him nothing; he haunts and breaks my sleepes.
I sweare sir, by the motion of this I weare now,
Shakes it.
I have had twenty better feathers of him, and as ill paid for,
Yet still he duns me to forbeare my payment,
And to take longer day.
I ha'not said my prayers in
Mine owne lodging sir this twelve months day,
For sight or thought of him; and how can you
Compound this action, or the other of
That Ruffian Coachman that durst lift a hand
'Gainst a Commander.
Law.
Very easily thus,
The Coachman's poore, and scarce his twelvemoneths wages
Tho't be five markes a yeare will satisfie.
Cap.
Pray name no summe in markes, I have had too many
Of's markes already.
Law.
So you owe the other
A debt of twenty pound, the Coachman now
Shall for your satisfaction, beat you out
Of debt.
Cap.
Beate me againe?
Law.
No sir he shall beate
Cap.
So Ile be satisfied, and helpe him to
More customers of my ranke.
Law.
Leave it to me then,
It shall be by posterity repeaten
That souldiers ought not to be dund or beaten,
Away and keepe your money.
Capt.
Thanke you sir.
Dia.
An honest lawyer, still how he considers
Sce. 4.
Enter Buffe Woman.
The weake estate of a young Gentleman
At armes—But who comes here? a woman.
Let.
At armes—But who comes here? a woman.
Yes; that has taken up the newest fashion
Of the towne-militasters.
Dia.
Is it Buffe,
Or Calfe skin troe? she lookes as she cold beate
Out a whole Taverne garison before her
Of mill tasters call you 'em? if her husband
Be an old jealous man now, and can please her
Lawyer reads on papers.
No better then most ancient husbands can,
I warrant she makes her selfe good upon him.
Ioy.
Tis very good, the play begins to please me.
Buff.
I wayt to speake w'yee sir, but must I stand
Your constring and piercing of your scriblings.
Law.
Cry mercy Lady.
Dia.
Lady does he call her?
Law.
Thus farre I have proceeded in your cause
Ith' Marshalls court.
Buff.
But shall I have the combate?
Law.
Pray observe
The passages of my proceedings; and
The pro's and contras in the windings, workings
And carriage of the cause.
Buff.
Fah on your passages,
Your windy workings, and your fislings at
The barre. Come me toth' poynt, is it decreed,
A combate?
Law.
Well, it is; and heer's your order.
Buff.
Now thou hast spoken like a lawyer,
And heer's thy fee.
By no meanes gentle Lady.
Buff.
Take it, or I will beat thy carcasse thinner
Then thou hast worne thy gowne here.
Law.
Pardon me.
Buff.
Must I then take you in hand?
Law.
Hold, hold, I take it.
Dia.
Alas poore man, he will take money yet,
Rather then blowes, and so farre he agrees
With our rich lawyers, that sometimes give blowes
And shrewd ones for their money.
Buff.
Now victory
Affoord me fate, or bravely let me dye.
Exit.
Let.
Very well acted that.
Dia.
Goes she to fight now?
Let.
You shall see that anon—
Scene. 5.
Enter a Beggar, and a Gallant.Dia.
What's here, what's here?
A Courtier, or some gallant practising
The beggars trade, who teaches him I thinke.
Let.
Y'are something neare the subject.
Beg.
Sir excuse me, I have
From time to time supplyed you without hope,
Or purpose to receive least retribution
From you, no not so much as thankes or bare
Acknowledgement of the free benefits,
I have confer'd upon you.
Gal.
Yet good unkle.
Beg.
Yet doe you now when that my present store
Responds not my occasions, seeke to oppresse me
With vaine petitionary breath, for what I may not
Give without feare of dangerous detriment?
Dia.
In what a phrase the ragged Orator
Displayes himselfe.
Let.
The Beggars are the
Most absolute Courtiers in th'Antipodes.
Gal.
If not a peece, yet spare me halfe a peece
For goodnesse sake good sir, did you but know
My instant want, and to what vertuous use,
I would distribute it, I know you would not
Dia.
And how feelingly
He begges; then as the beggers are the best
Courtiers, it seemes the Courtiers are best beggers
In the Antipodes; how contrary in all
Are they to us?
Beg.
Pray to what vertuous uses
Would you put money to now, if you had it?
Gal.
I would bestow a crowne in Ballads,
Love-pamphlets, and such poeticall Rarities,
To send downe to my Lady Grandmother.
She's very old you know, and given much
To contemplation; I know she'l send me for 'em,
In Puddings, Bacon, Sowse and Pot-Butter
Enough to keepe my chamber all this winter.
So shall I save my fathers whole allowance
To lay upon my backe, and not be forc'd
To shift out from my study for my victualls.
Dia.
Belike he is some student.
Beg.
There's a crowne.
Gal.
I would bestow another crowne in
Hobby-horses, and Rattles for my Grand-father,
Whose legges and hearing faile him very much,
Then to preserve his sight a Jack-a-lent,
In a greene sarsnet suite, he'l make my father
To send me one of Scarlet, or hee'l cry
His eyes out for't.
Dia.
Oh politique young student.
Beg.
I have but just a fee left for my Lawyer;
If he exact not that, Ile give it thee.
Dia.
He'l take no fee (that's sure enough young man)
Of beggars, I know that.
Let.
You are deceiv'd.
Dia.
Ile speake to him my selfe else to remit it.
Ioy.
You will not sure, will you turne Actor too?
Pray doe, be put in for a share amongst em?
Dia.
How must I be put in?
Ioy.
The Players will quickly
Shew you, if you performe your part; perhaps
Let.
Fye Master Ioylesse, y'are too fowle.
Ioy.
My Lord,
She is too faire it seemes in your opinion,
For me, therefore if you can finde it lawfull,
Keepe her; I will be gone.
Let.
Now I protest
Sit and sit civilly, till the play be done,
Ile lock thee up else, as I am true Letoy.
Ioy.
Nay I ha' done—Whistles Fortune my foe.
Law.
Give me my fee, I cannot heare you else.
Beg.
Sir I am poore, and all I get, is at
The hands of charitable givers; pray sir.
Law.
You understand me sir, your cause is to be
Pleaded to day, or you are quite orethrowne in't.
The Judge by this tyme is about to sit.
Keepe fast your money, and forgoe your wit.
Exit.
Beg.
Then I must follow, and entreate him to it,
Poore men in law must not disdaine to doe it.
Exit.
Gal.
Doe it then, Ile follow you and heare the cause.
Exit.
Dia.
True Antipodians still, for as with us,
The Gallants follow Lawyers, and the beggers them;
The Lawyer here is follow'd by the begger,
While the gentleman followes him.
Let.
The morall is, the Lawyers here prove beggers,
And beggers only thrive by going to law.
Dia.
How takes the Lawyers then the beggers money?
And none else by their wills?
Let.
They send it all
Up to our lawyers, to stop their mouths,
That curse poore Clyents that are put upon 'em.
In forma Pauperis.
Dia.
In truth most charitable,
But sure that money's lost by'th way sometimes.
Yet sweet my Lord, whom doe these beggers beg of,
That they can get aforehand so for law?
Who are their benefactors?
Let.
Usurers, Usurers.
Dia.
Then they have Usurers in th'Antipodes too?
Yes Usury goes round the world, and will doe,
Till the generall conversion of the Jewes.
Dia.
But ours are not so charitable I feare.
Who be their Usurers?
Let.
Souldiers, and Courtiers chiefly;
And some that passe for grave and pious Chruch-men.
Dia.
How finely contrary th'are still to ours.
Scene. 5.
Enter Byplay.Let.
Why doe you not enter, what are you asleepe?—
Byp.
My Lord the madde young Gentleman.—
Ioy.
What of him?
Byp.
He has got into our Tyring-house amongst us,
And tane a strict survey of all our properties,
Our statues and our images of Gods; our Planets and our constellations
Our Giants, Monsters, Furies, Beasts, and Bug-Beares,
Our Helmets, Shields, and Vizors, Haires, and Beards,
Our Pastbord March-paines, and our Wooden Fies.
Let.
Sirrah be briefe, be not you now as long in
Telling what he saw, as he surveying.
Byp.
Whether he thought twas some inchanted Castle,
Or Temple, hung and pild with Monuments
Of uncouth, and of various aspects,
I dive not to his thoughts, wonder he did
A while it seem'd, but yet undanted stood:
When on the suddaine, with thrice knightly force,
And thrice, thrice, puissant at me he snatcheth downe
The sword and shield that I playd Bivis with,
Rusheth amongst the foresaid properties,
Kils Monster, after Monster; takes the Puppets
Prisoners, knocks downe the Cyclops, tumbles all
Our jigambobs and trinckets to the wall.
Spying at last the Crowne and royall Robes
Ith upper wardrobe, next to which by chance,
The divells vizors hung, and their flame painted
Skin coates; those he remov'd with greater fury,
And (having cut the infernall ugly faces,
All into mamocks) with a reverend hand,
He takes the imperiall diadem and crownes
Himselfe King of the Antipodes, and beleeves.
Let.
Let him injoy his fancy.
Byp.
Doctor Hughball
Hath sooth'd him in't, so that nothing can
Be said against it, he begins to governe
With purpose to reduce the manners
Of this country to his owne, h'has constituted
The Doctor his chiefe officer; whose Secretary
I am to be, you'l see a Court well orderd.
Let.
I see th'event already, by the ayme
Letoy wispers With Barbara.
The Doctor takes, proceed you with your play,
And let him see it in what state he pleases.
Byp.
I goe my Lord.
Exit.
Dia.
Trust me, this same Extempore,
(I know not's tother name) pleases me better
For absolute action then all the rest.
Ioy.
You were best beg him of his Lord.
Dia.
Say you so?
He's busie, or Ide move him,
Let.
Prithee doe so,
Good Mistres Blaze; goe with her gentle Lady,
to Marth.
Do as she bids you, you shall get a child by't.
Mar.
Ile doe as any body bids me for a childe.
Ioy.
Diana yet be wise, beare not the name
Of sober chastity to play the beast in.
Dia.
Thinke not your selfe, nor make your selfe a beast,
Before you are one, and when you appeare so,
Then thanke your selfe; your jealousie durst not trust me,
Behinde you in the country, and since I me here,
Ile see and know, and follow th'fashion; if
It be to cuckold you, I cannot helpe it.
Ioy.
I now could wish my sonne had beene as farre
In the Antipodes as he thinkes himselfe,
Ere I had runne this hazzard.
Let.
Y'are instructed.
Bar.
And Ile perform't I warrant you my Lord.
Ex. Ba. Mar.
Dia.
Why should you wish so? had you rather loose
Your son then please your wife? you shew your love both waies.
Let.
Now whats the matter?
Nothing, nothing.—
Let.
Sit, the Actors enter.
Flourish.
Scene 6.
Enter Byplay the Governour, Mace-bearer, Sword-bearer, Officer, the Mace and Sword laid on the Table, the Governour fits.Dia.
What's he a King?
Let.
No tis the City Governor,
And the chiefe Judge within their Corporation.
Ioy.
Here's a City
Enter Peregiue and Doctor.
Like to be well govern'd then.—
Let.
Yonder's a king, doe you know him?
Dia.
Tis your sonne,
My Ioylesse, now y'are pleas'd.
Ioy.
Would you were pleas'd,
To cease your huswifry in spinning out
The Play at length thus.
Doct.
Heere sir, you shall see
A poynt of Justice handled.
Byp.
Officer.
Off.
My Lord.
Byp,
Call the defendant, and the Plaintiffe in.
Sword.
Their counsell and their witnesses.
Byp:
How now!
How long ha you beene free oth Poyntmakers,
Good master hilt and scaberd carrier;
(Which is in my hands now) do you give order
For counsell and for witnesses in a cause
Fit for my hearing, or for me to judge, haw?
I must be rul'd and circumscrib'd by Lawyers must I,
And witnesses haw? no you shall know
I can give judgement, be it right or wrong,
Without their needlesse proving and defending:
So bid the Lawyers goe and shake their cares,
If they have any, and the witnesses,
Preserve their breath to prophesie of dry summers.
Bring me the plaintiffe, and defendant only:
But the defendant first, I will not heare
Any complaint before I understand
What the defendant can say for himselfe.
I have not known such down right equity,
If he proceeds as he begins, ile grace him.—
Sce. 7
Enter Gentleman, and Officer.By.
Now sir, are you the plaintiffe or defendant, haw?
Gent.
Both as the case requires my Lord.
Byp.
I cannot
Heare two at once, speake first as y'are defendant.
Gent.
Mine adversary doth complaine.
Byp.
I will heare no
Complaint, I say speake your defence.
Gent.
For silkes and
Stuffes receiv'd by me.
Byp.
A Mercer is he, haw?
Gent.
Yes my good Lord, he doth not now complain.
Byp.
That I like well.
Gent.
For money nor for wares
Againe: but he complaines.
By.
Complaines againe? do you double with me, haw?
Gent.
In his wives cause.
Byp.
Of his wife, does he, haw? That I must confesse
Is many a good mans case; you may proceed.
Gent.
In money I tender him double satisfaction,
With his own wares again unblemished, undishonor'd.
Byp.
That is unworne, unpawned.
Dia.
What an odde
Jeering Judge is this?
Gent.
But unto me,
They were deliverd upon this condition,
That I should satisfie his wife.
Byp.
Heel have
Your body for her then, unlesse I empt
My brest of mercy to appease her for you,
Call in the plaintiffe; sir, stand you aside.
Exit Officer.
Dia.
Oh tis the flinching Gentleman that broake
With the kind citizens wife. J hope the Judge
Will make him an example.
Scene. 8.
Enter Citizen, and Officer.Byp.
Come you forwards,
Yet nerer man, J know my face is terrible,
His debt, then that a Judge should truely know
His dealings with a gentleman, yet speake,
Repeat without thy shop booke now; and without
Feare, it may rise in judgement here against thee.
What is thy full demand? what satisfaction
Requirest thou of this gentleman?
Cit.
And please you sir.—
Sword.
Sir! you forget your selfe.
By.
Twas well said Sword-bearer,
Thou knowst thy place, which is to shew correction.
Cit.
My Lord an't please you, if it like your honour.
By.
La! an intelligent Citizen, and may grow
In time himselfe to sit in place of worship.
Cit.
I aske no satisfaction of the gentleman,
But to content my wife; what her demand is,
Tis best knowne to her selfe; please her, please me,
An't please you sir—My Lord an't like your honour.
But before he has given her satisfaction,
I may not fall my suit, nor draw my action.
By.
You may not.
Cit.
No alacke a day I may not,
Nor find content, nor peace at home, and't please you
(My Lord, an't like your honour I would say)
An't please you, what's a tradesman, that
Has a faire wife, without his wife, an't please you?
And she without content is no wife, considering
We trades-men live by gentlemen, an't please you,
And our wives drive a halfe trade with us, if the gentlemen
Breake with our wives, our wives are no wives to us,
And we but broken Trades-men, an't please you.
And't like your honour, my good Lord, and't please you.
By.
You argue honestly.
Cit.
Yet gentlemen,
A lacke a day, and please you, and like your honour,
Will not consider our necessities,
And our desire in general through the City,
To have our sonnes all gentlemen like them.
By.
Nor though a gentleman consume
His whole estate among ye, yet his sonne
Cit.
Right, right, and't please you:
Your honour my good Lord and't please you.
By.
Well,
This has so little to be said against it,
That you say nothing. Gentlemen it seems
Y'are obstinate, and will stand out—
Gent.
My Lord,
Rather then not to stand out with all mens wives,
Except mine owne, ile yield me into prison.
Cit.
Alacke a day.
Dia.
If our young gentlemen,
Were like those of th'Antipodes, what decay
Of trade would here bee, and how full the prisons?
Gent.
I offer him any other satisfaction;
His wares againe, or money twice the value.
By.
That's from the poynt.
Cit.
I, I, alacke a day,
Nor doe I sue to have him up in prison,
Alacke a day, what good (good gentleman)
Can I get by his body?
By.
Peace, I should
Now give my sentence, and for your contempt,
(which is a great one, such as if let passe
Unpunished, may spread forth a dangerous
Example, to the breach of City custome,
By gentlemens neglect of Tradesmens wives)
I should say for this contempt commit you
Prisoner from sight of any other woman,
Untill you give this mans wife satisfaction,
And she release you; justice so would have it:
But as I am a Citizen by nature,
(For education made it so) ile use
Urbanity in your behalfe towards you;
And as I am a gentleman by calling,
(For so my place must have it) ile performe
For you the office of a gentleman
Towards his wife, I therefore order thus;
That you bring me the wares here into Court,
And you send me your wife, ile satisfie her
My selfe. Ile do't, and set all streight and right:
Justice is blinde, but Judges have their sight.
Dia.
And feeling too in the Antipodes.
Han't they my Lord?
Joy.
What's that to you my Lady?
Within.
Dismisse the Court.
Let.
Dismisse the Court, cannot you heare the prompter?
Ha' you lost your eares, Judge?
By.
No: dismisse the Court,
Embrace you friends, and to shun further strife,
See you send me your stuffe, and you your wife.
Per.
Most admirable Justice.
Dia.
Protest Extempore plaid the Judge; and I
Knew him not all this while.
Ioy.
What over-sight
Was there?
Dia.
He is a properer man methinks
Now, than he was before: sure I shall love him.
Ioy.
Sure, sure, you shall not, shall you?
Dia.
And I warrant,
By his Judgement speech ee'n now, he loves a woman well:
For he said, if you noted him, that he
Would satisfie the Citizens wife himselfe.
Methinks a gentlewoman might please him better.
Joy.
How dare you talke so?
By play kneeles, and kisses Peregrines hand.
Dia.
What's he a doing now troe?
Per.
Kneele downe
Againe. Give me a sword some body.
Let.
The King's about to Knight him.
By.
Let me pray
Your Majesty be pleased, yet to with-hold
That undeserved honour, till you first
Vouchsafe to grace the City with your presence,
Accept one of our Hall-feasts, and a freedome,
And freely use our purse for what great summes
Your Majesty will please.
Dia.
What subjects there are
In the Antipodes.
None in the world so loving.
Per.
Give me a sword, I say, must I call thrice?
Let.
No, no, take mine my Liege.
Per.
Yours! what are you?
Doct.
A loyall Lord, one of your subjects too.
Per.
He may be loyall; he's a wondrous plaine one,
Joy.
Pritheee Diana, yet lets flip away
Now while he's busie.
Dia.
But where's your daughter in Law?
Joy.
Gone home I warrant you with Mistris Blaze.
Let them be our example.
Dia.
You are cosen'd.
Joy.
Y'are an impudent whore,
Dia.
I know not what I may be
Made by your jealousie.
Per.
Ile none o' this,
Give me that Princely weapon.
Let.
Give it him.
Sword.
It is a property you know my Lord,
No blade, but a rich Scabbard with a Lath in't.
Let.
So is the sword of Justice for ought he knows.
Per.
It is inchanted.
By.
Yet on me let it fall,
Since tis your highnesse will, Scabbard and all.
Per.
Rise up our trusty well beloved Knight.
By.
Let me finde favour in your gracious sight
To taste a banquet now, which is prepar'd,
And shall be by your followers quickly shar'd.
Per.
My followers, where are they?
Let.
Come Sirs quickly.
Ent. 5. or 6. Courtiers.
Per.
Tis well, lead on the way.
Dia.
And must not we
Goe to the Banquet too?
Let.
He must not see
You yet; I have provided otherwise
For both you in my Chamber, and from thence
Wee'll at a window see the rest oth' Play,
Or if you needs sir will stay here, you may.
Joy.
Was ever man betray'd thus into torment?
Ex.
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