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Scæna prima

Enter Modestina, Miniona, and her maide.,
Mod:
—You are full of yor. dislikes,

Minio:
I tell thee Modestina, for a Husband
(Cranke Mushrum) Thus I spurne him;

Mod:
Sr. Newman is a sweete younge gentleman,

Minio:
ffoh, on thy folly, and thy grosser sences,
My Nostrill has his birth, vnpurified,
Borne, of Mechanicks, what's his prettines?
His forct quainte quallities, vnnaturall,
Not from discent, what are his Countrey farmes?
His Cittie Leases,? but the Asse his trappings?
Give mee an honourable Gentleman,
Whose awe shall force, from such like, prancked puppitts,
Obedience, and a Crouch beneath my foote,
Ravish'd wt h ioye, but att a nodd retorn'd,
Accomptinge it, wrought from mee, by the powers
Celestiall; That I might grace their Creatures;

Mod:
The briske blyth Barron is the man I see,

Minio:
The newe fledge Cockoe, thou art borne to vex mee.
[Hee's of our Cittie breed (madd Girle) he bought,]
[His rawe greene honour, wt h the overplus]
[of what his ffather lefte, of purchasinge,]
[Gott in his Shoppe, by's what dee lacke, & fawninge,]
Give mee an ancient & a spotles honour,

Maide.
(That's scarce ware Madame Ile assure you)

Minio:
If hee be poore [the stenckard] my ffather Vndermyne,
shall furnishe him wt h Coyne enough to keepe
An open howse, like to his Ancestors,

Maide
(Truly the best of them need such healpes in this beggerly age)

Minio:
Ile then take place, by iust preheminence
Before our Cittie Younglings, whoe are strutted
(By reason of their portions) vpp to Tytles
of honour too, and yett beneath my thoughts,

Maide.
They looke with all their [Gayetie] Bravery, & title on them,
Like a dogge in a doublett, & iust soe well they become it,

Mod:
I wishe you yor. desires, & to my selfe—[myne owne],
Myne owne

Minio
I haue thee att a haire y'faith,
Younge Wittworth, is the prettie fellowe, borne
Vnto good Countrey meanes, Hee's knighted,
Soe was his ffather, Laboringe Iustices,
Were all his Auncestors, none honourable,
Thou maist be, a She Cæsar, in the Countrie,
Amongst the Rusticks, They will call the Madame,
And weare out thy pau'd hall wt h hobnayl'd scrapes,
Thou must endure their sweate, and nastie feete,
They will present thee every Newyeares tyde,
With Pullen, Henn, and Capon, thou art tyed then
To eate amongst them, but to heare the Chatt
of those illittorate and barbarous people,
Would grinde ones braines to dust,

Maide
You are to riddle,
Which way a Goose should sitt to hatch her goslings,

Minio:
Att what tyme of the Moone to kill thy hoggs,

Maide
Else they'le despise yor wante of Howswiferie,

Minio:
Whilst t'is a curse to be experienc'd in't,

Mod:
Nowe you provoake my modestie to argue,
Curst are the scornefull, and accur'st bee they [be]
whome giddie headed fancie, elevates
Beyond the pitch, levell wt h their deserts,
What is yor ffather,? but a Cittizen,
Will you defile yor. neast,? what prentize is there
That's borne a gentleman, if hee dyes bound
Can be denyed a Scutchion to his Hearse?
Hee is but vnder civill discipline,
A Scholler, in an honest arte of life,
Ther's nothinge forfeits Gentrye, butt attainder,
And nothinge shewes it more, then courtesie,
What Lord can challenge a bare head from any?
But his owne followers,? and hee is ignoble
That has it, and takes scorne, to vayle againe;
Lastly, wc h neerely touches my repute.,
I beinge of ancient Gentrie discended,
Yett of the Countrey, Ile not chainge my birth
Nor yett my mynds content, for all those tytles
Which you haue Castl'd in the ayre, yor fancye
Poyson'd, with horrid, and detested pride,
Hath stanch'd the likelyhood, of yor. enioyinge
The Countrey happines, past yor. deservings,
Then for Sr. Wittworth—

Scæna secunda

Enter Wittworth.
Minio:
Hould fondlinge thy vnnecessarie Chatt,
for heere your Minion comes—

Witt:
Ladies excuse my bould intrusion,

Mod:
T'is not dislik[e]'d, nor soe misconstred Sr.,

Minio:
You might haue sent (yett) to haue knowne or. pleasures,

Witt:
Blame [my affeccōn] then faire Ladies, [and the] the attractiue force
of your rare beauties (yours espetially) (turne to Mod:)
[That as the Leadestone iron, or the wheele]
[of the Sunnes chariott, gathers in 'its course]
[The vapours Trashe, from the fowle earth beneath,]
[Which soe ta'ne vpp, turnes into flame, and then]
[fflashes and [[illeg.]]is extinct, oh lett not nowe]
[Like as an angry and an iniur'd fire]
[Imprison'd in the Cavorns of the earth]
[Breakeinge perforce a passage, mounts & Covetts]
[T'imbrace his proper Element aboue]
[Soe labours my affection, Lett not nowe]
Yor. heavenly sweetenes (since it has inforct mee
A Vassall to yor. service) by refusall,
Or a dislike, suffer mee blaze my last,
[Like a sweete Lampe, when it becomes a snuffe]
[Poysoninge the sent, that even nowe seru'd ye. sight,]
[ffor soe vnsavoury, and disrelishinge,]
[Must be the overthrowe (meethink's) of mee,]
(Liveinge but whil'st you pawse) if still reiected
ffor my prsumption, in attemptinge thus
Soe farr aboue my meritt,—

Minio:
Sr. Reverence Love!

Mod:
Misvalue not yor. selfe, nor iniure mee
Whoe ever honoured yor worth,, & you,
As farr as faire Civilitie gaue way,
Yt suits not wt h a womans modestie,
O're hastely to blason her affections,
Nor haue I nowe,—what, did I saie I lou'd you?
But whie, theis vndigested, needles questions?
[Like as an angrie, and [in] an iniur'd fyer,]
[Imprison'd in the Cavorns of the earth,]
[Breakeinge ≼force a passage, mounts, & covetts]
[To imbrace his proper element aboue:]
[Soe] Cupids fierce flame, that had heere residence,
Sorely rebellinge, that it was restrain'd
Crackinge my heart strings, that had pynion'd it,
Is nowe broake loose, yet nobly it desires
Nought but right, chaste imbracemt s., such as suite
With Virgine modestye, and manly worth,

Minio:
What strumpett impudence,? what greedie itch?
Makes the fond Wench, to courte the fellowe thus?

Witt:
Ladie, my owne dispaire, and your high spiritt,
Wittworth whispers & parts from Mod: & addresses him in most humble man̄er to Miniona
(which I adoare you for) haue hitherto
Queld my affection, and meere wante of arte
Which nowe I haue practiz'd on yond' property,
Stop'd mee, from prostrateinge, my lowly service,
To mingle wt h the dust, that gladly cleaves,
beneath yor. foote,—

Mayde.
See. Madame the Scæ[a]ne turnes,?

Minio:
What medley's heere of pride, and humblenes,
I like thee prostrate, but thy loue's vnsavoury,
fflocke wt h thy equalls, & the feathered birds,
of thy lowe Ranke, and quallitie,

Witt:
I thought as much, I haue my doome, Ile dye
With eager gladnes, shee com̄aunds it soe.,
I will not startle, I shall feele noe smarte,
One such another word strik's my soule dead.,

Maide.
Good Madame, cast him not awaye, you may
Haue Lords fleshe by the belly. full, & thank's,
When you are marryed, if you chance to longe;

Mod:
Oh mankinde falsehood!

Minio:
Howe Im̄odestie?
Wilt thou inforce affection, where it scornes thee?
Whie dost thou loue mee Wittworth, tell mee?

Witt:
Aske that of him, whoe is bereaved of sight,
Whose eyelidded Portcullices are downe,
Keepeinge the force of that yor beautye out,
from seiseinge on his hearte (despight of him)
As it's Inheritance.,

Minio:
Thou shalt finde mee mercifull,

[Witt:
What dastardie is this?]
[That hath thus cheated, my couragious spiritts?]
[And frozen vpp my lively sparkes of valour?]
[I durst to march, against a Groave of Pykes,]
[Vpp to a Canons mouth, vndaunted on,]
[Yett see howe aspine feare do's mortifie mee,]
[I dare not be soe bould, to thinke, you loue mee,]
[Such is yor. excellence, soe meane my meritt.,]

[Minio:]
I shalbee gratious, saie then, in what Garbe
Wilt thou supporte mee?

Witt:
Balme to my wound, & Cordiall to my feaver,
Ile rayse my ffarmelike howses, and erect
One stately Pallace, and it shalbee hem'd
With Leopard Marble, & that hallowed ground
(that shalbe thus inclosed) Noe Peasants foote
shall dare to tread, none but gentiele attendance
shall waite vppon yor. person, from yor. Turretts
you shall (if you'le vouchsafe) behould those people
Whoe are your Tennant drudges, & then they
shall kneele wt hout, whilst you looke on aboue,
(As Pagans to the glorious Sunns, ariseinge,)
Then when you please, to purifie the ayre
with yor. more fragrant breath, or ells vouchsafe
To shewe yor. selfe att Church, Tenn stately horses
Shall drawe yor. Croach, embos'd wt h studds of gold,
And then the people, shall refuse to pray,
Offeringe their zealous vowes, as an oblacōn
Toth'shrine of yor most heavenly excellencye.,

Mod:
Oh I am rob'd, and rifled—

Maide.
Howe I pray?
Of what you never had?

Minio:
But then those Horses, that on Holydayes,
growe proude to drawe mee thus, at other tymes
Shall not be soe disparag'd, to be sett
To plowe your grounde, nor harrowe in yor. traces,
Nor shall your Carter bee my Coachman, nor
My sweatie Lackies runn o'the winde side,
Nor shall they be dull, Country, footepost fellowes,
But of the swiftest Irishe, Lastly weel'e spend
All our Revenewes, soe that when wee dye
Wee'le even wt h the world, our Children, bounde
To Cittie Trades, shall labour like my ffather,
Gettinge newe fortunes, for themselues, & their
succeedinge yssue;

Witt:
To theis Condicōns I subscribe with ioye
past your Imaginacōn,

Minio:
Come then be amorous, I finde mee yeildinge,

Witt:
Out prostituted Impudence,
Whome a faire glosse of a fewe pleasinge words
fillinge the sailes of yor. ambitious thoughts,
Might drive on, headlonge to destruction,
Not much vnlike a newe vnballanc't Shipp,
Wantonly tolteringe, on the prowder billowes,
Till angrie att her pride, they swallowe her quick,

Minio:
Howe Peasant?

Witt:
Take patterne Mynion, by this modestie,
Heer's virtue, safely castled, in the hearte,
Guarded wt h zeale, moted with heavenly thoughts,
Noe superficiall Vanitie allures it,
Noe pride has reference to't, & then yor. beautie,
wc h is your Idoll, would disparage this
Sett as a foyle to't,

Minio:
My beautye's blasted too, by's venemous breath,
I'me rightly serv[e]'d, Thus to debase my selfe,
bowinge my pretious eare, to his lewd Chatt,
But sure hee knewe, when I'ad (advisedly)
satt in Comission, t'wixt my worth, his basenes
I had Cashier'd him, yett revenge is due
Ile overflowe him with a Sea of gall,

Maide.
Well, well I saie,
[I saie] there are rodds in Bryne, will yerke for this,

Mod:
Wee haue plaid the Tyraunts, Sr.,
Somewhat sevearely with her pride (mee think's)

Witt:
Yet t'is not cur'd you see, but Hidra like,
Yt sprowts, wt h more increase, but wee spill tyme
And cast away our thoughts, on such a subiect,
Soe deare, & pretious, is yor. peereles presence,
I'me to Elizium ravisht with content,
Heere, heere a while, Ile breath my breathles soule,
Kisse, then her hand
Outed of breath at over ioye, theis veynes
Heavenly azur'd (though of passage small)
I doe beeseech to carrie home this kisse,
To the Idea of my essence, plac'd
Even in the inmost Clossett of your hearte,

Scæna tertia

Enter Vndermyne & Miniona, And after them Docter Makewell
Minio:
See There they are, warme in their wanton courtshipp,
Distillinge lustfull kisses, whilest I am
The Anvile of theire mockery,

Vnder:
Retire, my Miniona, Ile revenge
This Sacriledge of theirs,

(exit Miniona
Mod:
Behold my gardian, anger from his eyes,
shoots a consumeinge fier,
But heere comes yor deare friend to pacifie,

Vnd:
Heer's a divorce for you my hott rain'd couple,
pray parte, & bid adue, an vnthrifte first
shall meete wt h plentie, virtue wt h prfermt.
Ere you againe shall interchainge a looke,

Mod:
And why, good gardian, haue I acted ought
That may staine Virgine modestie?

Vnd:
Oh female Impudence, is all thy blood
Lett forth, throughout it's slippery Conduitts? that
Not a halfe blushe can rise, to shewe thy guilt
In that thy penitence,? I must shortly
Be seis'd to keepe a Stallion for your lust,
Or button vpp the mare, I will goe hire
A large Belconye, in the wanton Strand
Where, with your beautie, you shall angle vpp
The gaye Peripatetiques of the Courte,
Ile haue a daunceinge Monkey every morne
Teach you amorous Levaltors, play vppon
Your high stronge fidle, & breath you wt h Ladies
Preparinge for next Christmas revells—you Sr.
Can you? by yor. longe studdied and grave arte?
Distill, from all the rarest hearbs, the world has,
A Cooleinge Drinke, shall quench the capringe flame,
That boyles of all hir marrowe?

Witt:
Ile lett this humour vent, to trye hir temper,

Mod:
Sr. you are all compos'd of Slaunder, for—

Vnder:
Bee silenc'd holy sister, for many
of yor. blacke Bretheren are, vanishe,[d], begone,
There lyes yor. Chamber, in wc h you shall live
(Though not allowed by reform'd Disc[r]ipline)
An Anchorist, Oh yor. Italian Dames
Teach the loose English, retired modestie,
And breath chaste Ayre, wc h never wanton breath
poluted,? hence—

Mod:
Obedience shall direct mee,

(exit)
Doct:
And why soe bitter Sr.,? this Match is full
«[OMITTED]f c»leare equalitie, name yor. dislike
Is it his birth,? or manners,? fortunes,? or what?
His love hath tane firme roote, whose spreddinge nerues
Are subtelly wt h «h[OMITTED] h»eartstrings, interwoven,
Where it receives, and gives, like nourishment,
They prosper mutually, theis violent shakeings
Nere seperate a iott, though deepely grieue,
Sr. you are much too blame, yor venom'd tongue
Hath poyson'd their chaste mirth, the Mountaine eyce
Conieal'd by the North wynde to purest Christall,
Is nothinge soe transparent, as her soule
All frost to warme desires, in hir faire browe,
The beautious Index of hir fairer thoughts,
Is writt, the Story, of an ample virtue,

Vnd:
Even with such words, hee winns the courteous Madam,
To sporte, & toye, and [doe, the t'other thinge], doe the tother thing

Witt:
Pray make a period, or I shall forgett,
The Reverence due to age,

Vnd:
You are hir Champion, you shall vsher her,
Att Midnight, through ye. strongest Cittie watch,
Dispite of all the peremptorye knaues,
And bee at charge to Coach hir to Hide Parke,
Whilst some Crisp'd Lord, whose honour is his face
Cheats your loose hopes, & Couckoules fornicacōn;

Witt:
Lett thy all blisteringe ton[n]gue cleave to its roofe,
As soote, vnto the smoakey iawes, of Hell;
Why is foole patience, a Companion thought
worthey a manly spiritt,? and miscal'd,
Iuditious temper?

Docter.
Quiett your sadd thoughts,
Weel'e haue her in dispite of his denyall,
Rest satisfied,

(exeunt, Manet Vnder:
Vnder:
With what thou hast, t'is all
Thy fates call[s] thine, in this thyne enterprise,

Scena Quarta

Enter Sly
I'ue rais'd the poysonous humour melancholy,
Which was before in him predominant,
The Doctor must administer, or hee
Quickly growes madd, & 'byd's by't, this to highten
I'ue yett another reach, if that nicks not
[Vnder:]
Ile make sure worke at last,—Sly—call my Neece

Sly:
[H'as] Sh[e]'as wept an Ocean, and is to the chyn
in blubberinge billowes of salt teares, I doubt
Shees drounde ere this,

Vnd:
If thou art ever dround the Proverbes cancell'd,

(Sly retornes with Modestina:
Sly.
Nowe leade you Ladie, I dare not incounter
his fury rampant, passant, guardant, Ile
March in the reare,

Mod:
Hast thou betrayd mee, must I bide th'affront,?

Vnd:
Nought but the easie hayleshott, of my teares,
Ah Modestina, all my hopes, and aymes,
which for thy sole behoofe, were restles strivinge,
haue fatal yssue, false dissemblinge Wittworth
Is nowe vnbreasted, where lyes lodg'd a hate
As foule, as his pretences were all faire,

Mod:
Wittworths revolte (were it a trueth)
Could not distract mee more, then doe the tydings
Thus vshur'd by your cariage, you haue charg'd
Mee on yor. Blessinge (wc h dread misterye
You doe vsurpe) that I renounce his suites,
Disharbour all good likeinge, fly converse,
And when even nowe (blest minute) wee were ernest
In intermingling soules, did not you then
Bellowe forth rage, farr from a manly passion?
And is hee soe soone lost, and you soe sadd on't?

Sly
Nowe by my subtle Genius shees a wise wench,

Vnder
Deare Modestina I forgiue thee this,
Thy breach of dutie, those the tender eyes
of thy ill temperd, & rawe vnderstandinge,
with grave experience, neither clear'd, nor strengthn'd,
Cannot pierce dee≼ then the outward shewe,
The vpper guilt of things, but knowe fond girle,
His fortunes, I made question of, that hee
Might testifie them, by the larger Ioyncture,
I thee from him, & him from thee restrain'd,
To keepe him eager, thee from rashe Consent,
I Coyn'd dislikes, to pause thy loue, that it
Might make a moderate progresse from thy heart,
Lastly, my most prophetick rage became
Inhumaine (I confesse) madded to see
The eminent danger of thy greedy graunt,
ere I (laborious to haue made things apt
for thine advancement) had well ≼fected
Myne Aymes, for yssue,

Mod:
And can consent
By Industrie, and toyle wrought of, and yett
stinted with modestie, and Virgine Lawe,
[After] alter the propertie of faire proceedings?

Vnder.
Womens denyalls whettstones are, that edge
and sharpen mens desires, whilst consent
Dulls even the high swolne appetite, that is
This ages naturall Philosophye;
When hee made tender of [t]his then well meant,
And most affectionated faire salutes,
You sufferd and receiv'd them not, wt h still
And quiett welcome, but incountred,
vied, & revied with stronge rebound of lipp,
Hee found you all soe cun̄inge, that hee vowes
Y'are fitter f[r]or a Brothell, then a wise,
And when even nowe, my anger spake as much,
His sylence gaue consent, else had hee vrg'd
As lowde in your defence,

Mod:
That I obseru'd in deed, oh me!

[Sly.]
[Hee sayes your breath's as noysome as the ayre]
[of the infectious dogg dayes, I belieu't not,]
[Pray lett mee kisse you, that I may disproue him,]
[Ile adventure trust mee.,]

[Mod:]
[Oh be not desperate friend,]

[Sly:]
[Hee saies besids, you, that take priviledge,]
[To match, wt hout yor. Gardians free consent,]
[(Whoe ought to share yor. dutie as a father)]
[(Had all faults ells noe beinge) hee'd be warye,]
[fearinge you clayme the like prerogative,]
[And quarter for the Breeches,]

[Mod:]
[Nowe thou hast nickt a faulte, I must confesse]
[I can pleade noe excuse to]

[Vnder.]
[Oh rare—Sly—Rascall]

[Sly:]
[Rascall,]
[Hee saies more ore, Yor. gardian's graue, & wise,]
[Sober, discreete, retyr'd, virtuous, deepe,]
[Honest religious, patient, mylde, & easie,]
(aside
[(An irreligious Rascall & harshe Villaine,)]

Vnder:
Woemen poore easye soules, well vext, are wrought
To vnadvised mischiefe (duringe spleene)
If temper, wc h in them is rare, guids not
The weakenes of their sex,—I shall make tryall
Heere Neece, pray write Sr Wittworth knowes yor hand,
Ile dictate, saye I forc'd your fondnes,

Mod:
If what you averre, houlds truth, I loose my selfe
To sue to him that scornes mee, If it be false,
And I be harshe, I iniure him that loues mee,
excuse mee then.,

Vnder:
One lyne, a word or two,

Mod:
To satisfie you, thus,—
he layes her the paper foulded double & she writes on the nether side aboue
Ther's all, I doe, or write, or say, or thinke,
(exit Mod:

Vnder:
Wittworth I lou'd thee euer,
(hee reades
Modestina,
Add N to ever—soe, Tis nowe
Wittworth I lou'd thee never,
Besides, heer's roome enough, t'ingrosse divorce,
(he vnfoulds
Betweene the fondest Couple, neerest couplinge,
Whoe cannott forge a womans Character,
Nere went to schoole to the Parishe Clarke,

he writes & the whil's enter Mod: he shifts foulds & turnes ye. paper
Mod:
What are you doeinge Sr.?

Vnder:
A Conceite, a Conceite,

Mod:
Howe, makeinge addicōns to my Motto Sr.,

Sly
She has a villanous quicke eye of hir owne,

Vnder:
Y'are in the right,

Mod:
I pray lett mee see,

Vnder:
Ile reade it t'ye, & you shall see—howe you like it.
he coynes extempore
Sr, wherein I should ill deserue I mervaile much,
That you scandall mee wt hout a cause I wonder more,
That I haue better merited, I am most assured,
There is one only faulte (if you make it soe) remaines wt h mee incurable
Wittworth I lou'd thee euer,

Mod:
E'ne what you please Sr,
Exit Mod.

Vnder
This has other matter,
Sly to Sr. Wittworths hands, deliver theis,
And bringe his answer backe, if it takes, soe,
(exit Sly.
Ells goes each shrubb wt hin my reach to wrack,
ffor like a tall, & well spread Oake, Ile cracke,
And beare downe all about mee,

Exit Vnder:

Scæna Quinta, et Vltima,

Enter Brainsick, ffewtrix, Clutch, Shackle & Vinteners Boyes, with bottles, Canns, Blackpotts, wine potts, Temple potts, & tobaccoe pipes, Carried in Antick state, with Ceremony;
Brain:
Soe soe in ample forme,—art sure hee comes nowe?

Clutch.
I sawe him makeinge ore the way—hee's heere Sr.,

(enter Vnder
Brain:
Boyes, shutt the doares, Ile make this sober man
A drunckard, & yor. choycest Customer,

Vnder:
Oh Heavens healpe, or I shalbe oreflowne,
wt h this tempestuous Sea of drinke, that makes
This invndacōn on mee, Is this then,
The old knights death, you sent t'acquainte mee with?

Brain:
Noe, heere is that, would make my Dadd im̄ortall,
That thou maist knowe, thou man of mickle spight,
Howe thou art Cozen'd, and howe iovially,
Wee passe our howers of restraint, behould
Our dayly exercise,

Vnder:
I will belieue,
Rather then byde the tryall.,

Brain:
fforce him downe;
Pagan I will converte thee, heere thou seest,
A stately forme, nowe I shall lett thee knowe
The vse, antiquitie, and priviledge,
of Drinke, & of theis Vessells, that containe it,

ffew:
Silence, on payne and penaltie,—of goeinge sober to Bedd;

Brain:
Subtle Promethius, in the former age,
(beinge by trade a Potter) made of Claye
such Vessells of all formes, wt h their mouthes vpp,
This like the Italian, stately, with both armes
Att Endboe, This, like your iolly Dutchman,
his panch swolne bigge wt h tiplinge, this, more straight,
And of a slender mould, the head stufte full
wt h matter, wee'le allude vnto the Spanyard,
Th'aspect not full vpright, showes his best thoughts,
Are busied in his Indies, Theis and more
Thus moulded, pollitique Promethius,
stole fire from heaven, wherewt h hee bak'd, & season'd,
The goodly vessells, that they might receaue,
And handsomly conteyne, good liquor in them,
Some hould because hee made them formall thus,
wt h beards, the very clay, after t'was temper'd,
with fier, & well liquord alsoe, was
forthwt h with life inspir'd, and did ingender,
But I saie noe, it is ridiculous;

ffew:
I pray, marke the seu'all opinions of the Poetts,

Brain:
ffewe men were borne as yett, & those Promethius,
(with the healpe of Baccus a true blade indeed)
Taught, from the grape to squeese a pretious liquor,
wc h tasted (as Ioves Nectar diefies)
Those earthy,—Dull,—Clay-pated fellowes, felt,
A spiritt, and warmth, wt hin them, for the wyne,
Dispers'd it selfe, through eu'y parte about,
Turn'd to pure Blood, wc h is the life of man,
Heere men began to prattle, and growe wild,
To haue Vagaries in their braines, (wc h time,
and sleepe, turn'd to a solid Iudgement);

ffew:
Good wyne has some remaines of th'old virtue in't still,

Brain:
Ioue was heereat offended, for revenge
Hee sett Promethius, on a merrye pynn,
Whoe dranke soe devillishly, that there hee gott
A terrible heartburninge, (had hee tane
An apple then to beddwards, hee had beene cur'd,
But hee cryed out, oh ffriends, this drink's vnwholesome,
I'aue gott a payne heere, as if Vultures knaw'd,
vppon my hearte and bowells, the poore men,
for feare gaue over wine, & shortly after,
All the world dyed, with drinkeinge too much water.,

Vnd:
And soe theres an end of the Storye,

ffew:
Thou lyest, thou art ill read, in the small Poetts,

Brain:
Ducalion, and a prettie wench, they call'd
Pirra the pure, haveinge in such a vessell,
but bigger farr, well pitch'd, and rasoin'd thus,
(A Can)
In wc h was plenty of ould wine, prseru'd
Themselues, & knoweinge by what folly all,
(All but they two) were lost, and that their store
was likewise nowe drawne drye, they straight repair'd
vnto Parnassus, where a Taverne stood
Kept by faire Themis, (a pure Virgine) whether
Apollo, often went, her fairest roome,
shee calld to by his name, Her howse, the Temple,
Themis groue out of Custome, All her vaults
bare mosse, & were halfe fild, wt h sand & gravell,
wherein her wyne lay buryed,

ffew:
(Oh it must needs
Drinke cold and sprightly)

Brain:
Themis is reported,
To give this couple comforte, & kinde welcome,
wc h was to each a pinte, of the best liquor,
Drawne in her Temple Potts,, Theis not in vse,
Ducalion sacke, and Pirra white wine dranke,
(wc h ever since, was calld, the womans drinke)
The wyne beinge out, they sight, & thought the howse
because vncustom'd, had vnfurnish'd beene,
And well they knewe, wt hout a newe supplye
They could not longe hould out., Themis beheld
(And pittyed) sayinge, since you cannott gett
More wyne, ene throwe yor. emptie potts behinde you,
They were vnwillinge, yett since shee com̄aunded,
Ducalion threwe his pott, and Pirra hers,
Downe stayres they fell, and vpp came seu'all quarts;
Those dranke, & throwne, came pottles, Gallons next,

Vnder:
And soe they tipl'd on,

Brain:
Themis (because
As brother, & sister, they came thither) nere
suspected ought, shee absent, beinge high flowne,
They fell to amorous accōn, heere began
Their carnall knowledge, afterwards they gott
Braue Boyes, & Girles, wc h coupled too, & thus
Thus lynially discended our true Drunckards,
(All drinck
The Theorick this,—and this the Practique, Dixi

ffew:
Good wholesome Doctrine,

Brain:
Remove or Liberary in, wonted state,
ffare you well Sr., 'byde heere and practise,

Drawer
What wine wilt please you drinke Sr?

Vnder:
None Sr.!

Brain:
Reporte mee well read in the Greeke Poetts,

Exeunt in ye. same manner they entred, Manet Vnder:
Vnder
—Why I, heeres true heathen Greeke nowe,
Iust thus, a Quack mounted, wt h fustian phrase
Stands marshallinge, his oyntements, & his druggs,
wt h . a discourse, that has meere no[se]yse, noe sence
Nor colourable applicacōn,
What has hee ells to doe,? past helpe, past Care,
By wc h. aloane man's spiritts are confin'd,
They that ye. bodye seize, lett loose the mynde.,

(exit