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Act. 2.
Scen. 1.
Agurtes, Trimalchio.Agur.
Tis neere about the time he promised.
Trim.
Boy,
Goe and dispatch those Letters presently.
Returne my service to the Lady Lautus.
And carry backe her Watch, and Diamond.
Aske if the Dutchesse has beene there to day.
And if you chance to see the Lord her brother,
Tell him I'll meet him at the Embassadours.
Boy.
I shall Sir.
Agur.
What M. Trimachio.
Yo'are punctuall to your houre.
Trim.
Sir, for your sake,
I can dispense with my occasions.
I had to come to day.
Agur.
Why what's the matter?
Trim.
No lesse then seven Coaches to attend mee,
To fetch me Volens, Nolsus.
Agur.
Pray from whom?
Trim.
The Lord Philantus, and some minor Nobles,
Whose names, I am loath should clog my memorie.
They strove for me, as the seven Græcian Cities
Were said to wrangle about the blinde Poet.
Agur.
How got you rid of them?
Trim.
I had the grace
To goe with none of them, made an excuse.
T'avoyd their troublesome visitations.
Agur.
How doe they rellish your neglect of them?
Trim.
I know not, yet I still abuse them all.
Agur.
How? not abuse them.
Trim.
I meane laugh at them.
Some passages, some sprinkling of my wit,
No otherwise, for which you little thinke
How I am fear'd amongst them, how the Ladies
Are tooke with my conceits, how they admire
My wit, and iudgement, trust me with their secrets,
Beyond their Painter, or Apothecary.
I'll tell you in a word, but 'twill perplexe you,
I am their Lasangphorus.
Agur.
Their Pisse-pot carrier.
Trim.
Their winged Mercury, to be employd
On messages, and for my company,
They sweare it is the Element they move in.
Agur.
You are happy, Signior Trimalchio.
Trim.
I thanke my Fates, they haue not altogether
Envyed me the fruition of such gifts
Are worth the taking notice of, besides
Some speciall helpes of our owne industry.
I lately studied the Economicks.
Agur.
What's that?
Trim.
The ordering of my Familie.
Agur.
As how?
Trim.
I'll tell you, since, my fathers death,
First thing I did, I casheir'd his old seruants;
And to avoid confusion, and expence,
I left the Countrie, to reuell it here.
I'th view of th'world, and in the sight of beauties,
And haue confin'd my selfe unto some certaine
Appendices, some necessary implements.
My single Page, my Coach, my Groome, my Foot-boy,
And my two pentionarie Whores.
Agur.
And these
Are all your inventorie.
Trim.
Stay, who comes there?
Enter Autolicus.
Agur.
O 'tis Autolicus.
My Noble friend and brother of the Sword;
His stomacke, and his Blade are of one temper,
Of equall edge, and will eat flesh alike.
He walkes there melancholy; to shew that worth
Can passe unregarded, be proud to know him,
He is the shrewdest pated fellow breathing,
The onely Engineere in Christendome,
Will blow you up a Caracke like a squib,
And row under water, th'Emperour,
And Spinola, by secret intelligence,
Haue laid out for him any time this ten yeares,
And twice he has escap'd them by a tricke.
He is beyond Dœdalus, or Archimedes,
But liues conceal'd like a Seminary,
For feare the State should take notice of him.
Machavill for policie, was a Dunce to him,
And had he liv'd in Mahomets daies, h'had beene
His onely Counsellor for the Alcaron:
He is newly come from Holland.
Trim.
My bodie
Is all of an itch, to be acquainted with him,
Pray speake to him for me.
Agur.
Nay more, he is able
Able to be imployed beyond the Line.
Trim.
You will for euer thrall me to your service.
Agur.
Harke you, Autolicus, here's a Gentleman,
Who though he be the Phœbus of the Court,
So absolute in himselfe, that the desires
Of all men tend towards him, and has power
Enough, to wander in the Zodiacke
Of his owne worth, yet craves your acquaintance.
Autol.
I take, Signiour Trimalchio.
Trim.
Doe you know me then?
Agur.
By an instinct, Sir, men of quality
Cannot lye hid.
Trim.
Indeed, my fathers name
Was Malchio, for my three additions,
Of Valour, Wit, and Honour, 'tis enlarg'd
To Mr. Trimalchio; this is wonderfull.
Agur.
Alas, 'tis nothing, Sir, if you knew all.
No Ambuscado of the enemy,
No treachery, or plot, but he foresees it.
He was the first brought o're the mysterie
Of building Sconces here in England, a Trade
That many live upon.
Trim.
A good Common-wealths man.
Agur.
But this is certaine, once in a strait Leaguer,
When they were close besieg'd, their Amunition
And victuals, most part spent, he found a meanes,
To yeeld the Towne on composition.
Trim.
Stand by a while, I must reward his vertues.
Sir, will you please t'inlarge your disposition,
T'accept a Curtesie, to binde me to you.
Autol.
I doe not use to sell my liberty,
But that I see your face promise true bounty.
Trim.
Haue you skill in the face, Sir?
Autol.
I were not fit else, to be stil'd traveller.
Trim.
How doe you find my looks inclin'd to State?
Aut.
Sir, you haue won me to powre out my thoughts,
And I must tell you plaine, they are too loose,
Too much displaid, and smooth, you must haue quirks,
And strange Meanders in your face t'expresse
A State subtility, I'll make it plaine.
Hereafter, by demonstration in the Opticks.
Trim.
Who would haue lost the opportunitie
Of getting such a friend? Came you from Holland?
Autol.
Yes, very lately.
Trim.
Pray what newes from Holland?
Autol.
Holland's beleaguer'd.
Trim.
What all Holland beleaguer'd?
Autol.
And wil hold out as long as Busse or Bulloign.
They haue their Mote and Draw-bridge, I haue giuen them
Besides, a draft of a fortification,
Will hold them play this twelve month, for they keepe
Their passage open, and want no supplies,
For whosoeuer comes, they pay them soundly:
The French have made many onflats upon them,
And still beene foyld.
Trim.
Is there such hot service there?
Autol.
Crossing the Line's a Bath to it, I had like
Beene scorcht to death with the intemperature
Of the Climate, 'tis the onely Zona torrida,
In the whole microcosme of man or woman,
If you shall once come neere the height of it,
'Twill melt you like Lightning.
Trim.
Shal's build a Sconce there?
Autol.
If you please.
Trim.
Agreed, who is the Leader of
These factious troupes?
Autol.
A woman.
Trim.
How, a woman?
Now by this hand, an Amazonian,
A Tomaris, a right Penthisile.
I'll view this Leaguer by this light, and swim
Like a Leander o're the Hellespont,
That shall divide me from these Heroines.
Agur.
'Tis well resolu'd, you are not married Sir?
No pox, I know them all too well for that:
I can vse them for recreation, or so.
Agur.
What thinke you of a rich Widow?
Trim.
I'll none of them,
They are like old cloathes that haue beene worne.
Agur.
I like you, that you care not for such relicks;
But yet I thinke I have a match will fit you,
An Orphan, a young heire, that has some thousands,
Besides her possibilities, if you
Can win her, she is at her owne disposing,
There's one that knowes her.
Trim.
By instinct, it may be.
Autol.
But for the patterne of true modesty,
'Tis seldome knowne, riches and vertue meet
In such a mixture.
Trim.
Will you bring me to her?
Agur.
I, and perhaps perswade her to't, you know not
Let us secure this businesse first of all,
And then wee'll meet at the Leaguer.
Autol.
'Tis good counsell.
Trim.
And I'll confirme all with a joynture.
Agur.
Well,
'Tis done,
I'll tell you more of her, shee is one
Whose tender yeares have not as yet aspir'd
The height of wickednesse, but may be brought
To commit venery in her owne language,
And be content with one man, has not rob'd
Young boves of their voices, knowes not her slights,
And doubles, nor her Labyrinths, through which,
The Minotaure her husband shall nere tracke her,
Cannot indite with ar, tnor giue a censure,
Vpon the lines are sent her, has no agents,
No factors, pentioners, or Champions,
Nor has her teares fixt in their Station,
To flow at her command, and so confirme
Her perjury: no large in her expence, nor one
That when she is drest, will call a conventicle
As if her life were gag'd upon the matter,
Nor carries an Ephemerides about with her,
To which sh' ascribes your forked destinie,
Nor is her body crazie, neither takes shee
Physicke for state, nor will rise up at Midnight
To eat her Oisters, and drinke Wine, till lust
Dance in her veines, and till the house turnes round,
And shee discerne not 'twixt her head and taile.
Nor holdeth strange intelligence abroad,
To furnish her discourse with, neither takes shee
Her journie once a yeare to'th Bath, nor is
So learned, as to iudge betwixt your Poets,
Which of them writes best, and fluenst, nor yet
Is growne an Antiquary, to decide
Matters in Heraldry: she has no fucus,
To catch your lips like Birdlime, nor yet uses
Restoratives, more then the helpe of nature;
I'll speake the noblest words I can, of you:
So many women on a meere report,
Doe fall in love with men, before they see them.
Trim.
Nay, when I see her, I am sure of her.
I haue a little hast, I am to meet
A Countesse at th'Exchange within this houre.
Besides, I haue a Catalogue of businesse,
If I could thinke on't: so I take my leaue,
Farewell Gentlemen.
Autol.
Farewell Sir.
Agur.
Farewell sweet M. Coxcombe.
This Wench I so commended, is my daughter.
And if my skill not failes me, her I'll make
A Stale, to take this Courtier in a brake.
Scen. 2.
Fidelio, Faustina.Fid.
Is there no meanes t'absolue you of your oath?
The blame on me, let the bright day no longer
You are no Votarie, and yet force your youth
To such a strict and solitary life,
Which others bound by vow, cannot performe.
I wonder at the temper of your bloud,
So differing from your Sexe, when your old women
Doe burne with lust full thoughts, as with a Feaver,
Yet you goe on, in the old track of vertue,
Now overgrowne with seeds of vice.
Faust.
Sweet heare me;
It is a penance that I liue reseru'd,
Because my loue to you was made abortiue,
But when due time shall perfect in her wombe,
And bring it forth anew unto the birth:
I will surrender up my selfe, and it,
To your dispose: Let it suffice the while,
I am no haunter of your publike meetings,
No entertainer, nor no visiter.
Nor did I euer trust my wandring eyes,
To view the glittering vanitie of the world,
Nor euer yet did sit a guilty witnesse
To a lascivious, and untun'd discourse,
Sounding to their phantasticke actions.
Fid.
But I must beg one favour at your hands,
And suffer no repulse.
Faust.
What is't?
Fid.
It may offend you.
Faust.
It shall not.
Fid.
Then know that I have boasted of your beauty.
Nay more, expos'd thy vertues to the triall.
Faust.
You haue not prostituted them on Stalls,
To haue the vulgar fingers sweat upon them,
As they doe vse upon your Plaies and Pamphlets?
Fidel.
I am engag'd to bring a Lord to see you.
Faust.
A Lord.
Fid.
And you must use all art for his content,
With Musicke, Songs, and dancing, such as are
The stirrers of hot appetites.
Faust.
Prophane,
Vpon a Pandarly profession.
Or didst thou thinke, that I could be corrupted,
To personate a Strumpets dalliance?
I grieue for thee. Be gone, henceforth I'll liue
Immur'd for euer, as an Anchorist,
From him, and thee, since thou hast wrong'd my loue.
Fid.
Mistake me not, the difference 'twixt the Poles
Is not so great, as betwixt me, and basenesse:
Nor is't a sinister intent to make
Your favours stale, and common as a drugge,
Which are so deare to me, that both the Indies
Are not of equall value to ingrosse,
But for a noble and peculiar end.
Faust.
This seemes to me a Paradox.
Fid.
'Tis true.
Faust.
If it be so, 'tis granted, speake it free.
Fid.
Then if you please to grant reliefe
To my desires, take them in briefe;
I would haue you first expresse
All the skill that comelinesse
Can invent, to make you seeme
Faire, and pleasant, as loves Queene.
When shee Anchises came to kisse
On the Bankes of Simois.
Call the graces, and suborne
Them thy beauty to adorne,
Thy face, the table where loue writes
A thousand stories of delights:
Make it all over, smooth and plaine,
But see you shadow it with disdaine.
Weave a net out of thy haire,
A subtle act, that may ensnare
Such fond soules as shall aspire
To come neere the holy fire
Of thine eyes, which were of late,
By Cupids torch illuminate.
Vse all the delusiue art
That may captiuate his heart.
What's your intent in this?
Fid.
I'll haue him punisht.
He casts aspersions of disloyalty,
On all your sexe, and you shall vindicate them
When he is plung'd in love irrevocable,
As conquerd by thy all-subduing looke,
Then you shall binde him to conditions,
As I shall first instruct you, shall redeeme
Him from his folly, and next cleare your honour.
Faust.
Your will's a law, and shall not be withstood,
When my ill's quited with anothers good.
Scen. 3.
Agurtes, Autolicus, Margery.Agur.
Margery , goe call your Mistris.
Autol.
What is shee?
Agu.
My daughters maid, a wench fit for the purpose,
Cunning as a Whore: besides, I haue prouided
A bed, and hangings, and a casting bottle,
And once a day a Doctor to visit her.
Enter Millescent.
Millescent come hither, know this Gentleman.
Captaine, here lyes our venter, this is shee,
The rich Antonio's daughter, the great heire,
And Neece to the grand Sophies of the City;
That has beene woed and sued to by great Lords,
Aldermans sonnes, and agents of all sorts.
Thus we haue spoke thy prayse, wench, has not seene
The man she likes yet, but her fortunes may
Ordaine her to some better choyce, to the making
Of some deseruing man, which must needs be
Trimalchio, and no other; how lik'st thou her?
Autol.
Hang me, so well, I thinke you may goe on,
In a right line, she is worthy of a better.
Few of your moderne faces are so good.
Agur.
That's our comfort, shee may put a good face on't.
Let me alone, Sir, to be impudent,
To laugh them out of countenance, looks skirvy,
As a Citizens daughter new turn'd Madam.
Marg.
I warrant yon, Sir, my Mistris, and I,
Haue practised our Lirripoope together.
Agur.
Thou must insinuate strange things into her
Both of her vertue and Nobility,
The largenesse of her dowry, besides Iewels,
Th'expected death of her old grandmother,
That has a blessing for her, if she marry
According to her minde, keepe him at distance,
Make him beleeue, 'tis hard to haue accesse,
And wait the happy houre, to be let in
At the backe doore.
Marg,
I, and the fore-doore too.
Autol.
Thou hast a noble wit, and spirit, wench,
That neuer was ordaind for any skinkard
T'ingender with, or mechanick Citizen,
Vnlesse it were to Cuckold him, thou shalt
Be still i'th front of any fashion,
And haue thy seuerall Gownes and Tires, take place,
It is thy owne, from all the City wires,
And Summer birds in Towne, that once a yeare
Come up to moulter, and then go down to'th Country
To jeere their neighbours, as they haue beene seru'd.
Agur.
Nay more, if you can act it handsomely,
You'll put a period to my undertakings,
And saue me all my labour of proiecting,
As putting out my monie on returne,
From aqua pendente, or some unknowne place,
That has as much a doe to get a roome
I'th Map, as a new Saint i'th Kalender.
'Twill dead all my deuice in making matches,
My plots of Architecture, and erecting
New Amphitheaters, to draw the custome
From Play-houses once a weeke, and so pull
A curse upon my head from the poore scoundrels
'Twill hinder to the gaine of Courtiers,
To haue a sixt share in the businesse,
Nor need I trample up and downe the Country,
To cheat with a Polonian, or false rings,
Nor keepe a tap-house o'th Banke side, and make
A stench worse then a Brew-house, 'mongst my neighbours,
Till I am growne so poore, that all my goods
Are shipt away i'th bottome of a Sculler,
And then be driven t'inhabit some blind nooke
I'th Suburbs, and my utmost refuge be
To keepe a bawdy house, and be carted.
Milles.
Nere feare it Sir.
Agur.
'Tis well, speake for thy selfe, Girle.
Milles.
If I doe not, let me be turnd to ashes,
And they be buried in an vrne so shallow,
That boyes may pisse into it, let me deale
In nothing else but making Sugar Cakes,
Oyntments, and Dentifrices: Let me serue
Seven yeares Apprentiship, and learne nothing else,
But to preserue and candy. Let me marry
With a Pedant, and have no other dowry
Than an old cast French-hood. Let me liue
The scorne of Chambermaids, and after all,
Turne a dry-nurse.
Autol.
You shall haue trophies, wenches,
Set up for you, in honour of your wits,
More then Herculean pillers, to advance
Your Fame to a non ultra, that who euer
Shall read your history, may not attempt
To goe beyond it.
Agur.
Well, prepare your selues
To entertaine him.
Autol.
Faith you need not doubt them,
To manage the businesse.
Milles.
Let us alone.
Agur.
We leaue the charge to your discretion.
Scen. 4.
Triphæna, Quartilla.Quar.
Madam, in troth this griefe does not become you,
'Tis an ill dressing for so good a face,
Yet you pursue it with such eagernesse,
As if you were ambitiously sad.
'Tis some invincible malignitie
Makes her untractable, deale to all comfort.
What might I ghesse the cause of this disaster?
Her Monkey and her Dog are both in health,
I thanke my providence, onely her Monkey
Is a little costiue, but I'll physicke him:
Sure her intelligence arriv'd too late,
About the last new fashion, or the crime
Lies in the Sempster, or it must needs be
Some other grand solecisme in her Taylor.
What if it proue a Capitall offence,
Committed by the tire-woman? but I beleeue
Some skiruy Ladie put it in her head,
To practise a State melancholy, that first
Begins in an imperious revolt,
And frowning, and contempt of her owne husband,
And what she might recover by the Law
In case of separation, or a nullity,
Which she already has tooke counsell of:
Come it is so.
Triph.
Nay tell me now, Quartilla,
Can I behold the current of that loue
Should flow to me with a prodigious course,
Runne backe to his owne head, to haue a husband
That should grow old in admiration
Of the rare choyce he made in me, at last,
As if there were a barrennesse and want
Of my perfections, dote upon himselfe?
I could plot against him? Pre'thee Quartilla,
Quar.
This chastity
Is quite out of date, a meere obsolete thing,
Cleane out of use, since I was first a Mayd,
Why doe I say a Maid? let Iuno plague me,
If I remember it, for I began
Betimes, and so progrest from lesse to bigger,
From boyes to Lads, and as I grew in yeares,
I writ my Venery in a larger volume.
Triph.
Where's my brother?
Quar.
With his Tutor forsooth
Triph.
I thinke that dull Prometheus was asleepe
When he did forme him, had he but so much
As the least sparke of salt that is in me,
He would see me righted.
Quart.
He is very obtuse,
And so are many of your elder brothers.
I carried all the wit from mine, when I
Was young, I'de haue lookt a Captaine in the face,
Answerd him in the Dialogue, and haue stood
On tip-toe to haue kist him: But for your brother,
Doe not despaire good Madam, what although
His breeding be a little course, he may be
A Lord in's time, now he has meanes enough?
Thiph.
I sent for him up hither to that purpose:
But yet I am asham'd to have him seene,
Or shew him publikely.
Quar.
You haue prouided
A Tutor to instruct him, a rare man,
One that has poyson'd me with eloquence,
I feare he will make my belly swell with it.
Triph.
Goe call the Novice hither, and his Tutor.
Exit Quartilla.
And now I thinke on't, Mr. Trimalchio
Shall take him strait to court with him, to learne
And imitate his fashions, sucke from him
The Quintessence of education.
He is the onely man I know, and for
His face, it is the abstract of all beauty.
For euer on his lip, his very speech
Would season a tragedy; nay more, there is
A naturall grace in all his actions.
Scen. 5.
Thiphæna, Quartilla, Capritio, Miscellanio.Triph.
What are you come, tis wel, advance yet forward
We ever told you what a hatefull vice
This bashfulnesse was counted.
Quart.
You forget
The Theoremes we told you. Lord how often
Shall we inforce these documents upon you?
Capr:
May not a man buy a brazen face, think you,
Among all this Company?
Quar.
By no meanes
Your Trades-men will not part with them, there are
Many i'th City haue such furniture,
But they doe keepe them for their owne wearing.
Miscel.
Stand by a while, let me salute these Ladies.
Haile to these twins of honour, and of beauty.
Quar.
Sir, you transgresse in your opinion,
If you consider both, alas my beauty
Is much exhausted.
Miscel.
Lady, you are deceiued,
For you are amiable, or else I haue
In vaine, so often exercised my iudgement
In the distinction of faces.
Quart.
I shall
Be proud to be so seated in your favour.
Triph.
But tell me, Signeour Miscellanio,
What thinke you of your pupill?
Miscel.
Troth I found him
As rude as any Chaos, so confus'd
I knew not which way to distinguish him
He seem'd to me, not to participate
Of any Gentle Nature, never I thinke,
A crooked peece of timber, was attempted
By a true traveller: but I hope in time
To rectifie him, for Labor vincit omnia.
Triph.
Does he come on well, is there any hope
He will receive his true dye, his right tincture?
Miscel.
I warrant you, that I'll make him in time,
A perfect Caveleiro: he shall weare
His clothes as well, and smell as ranke as they,
And court his Mistris, and talke idlely: that's
As much as can be required in a true Gallant,
T'approue him one: nay more too, he shall dance
And doe the halfe Pomado, play at Gleeke,
And promise more than ere he will performe,
And nere part with a penny to a Trades-man
Til he has beat him for't: shall walke the streets
As gingerly, as if he fear'd to hurt
The ground he went on, whilst his cast downe eye
Holds commerce with his legge: shall utter nothing
What ere he thinkes, yet sweare't what ere it be.
Nay more, he shall vow love to all he sees,
And damne himselfe to make them beleeue it.
Shall fawne on all men, yet let his friend perish,
For what he spends in one day on his Punke,
For Coach hire: these are speciall properties,
And must be often practis'd, to remember,
He shall neuer rise till it be ten a clocke,
And so be ready against dinner time.
Caprit.
'Slight and my father had not bin an Asse,
I might haue beene able to haue writ this downe.
Triph.
Pray let me heare how he has profited.
Miscel.
Salute these Ladies as you were instructed
You must conceiue the coldnesse of his courtship,
As yet points but one way; you may suppose it
To his disdainfull Mistris, when he shall come to
The Cape de bone speranza of her loue,
He may vary like the compasse of his complement.
Capr.
Lady, the Fates have led me to your service,
Yet let me so farre winne upon your bountie,
That what I utter in humilitie,
May not cause my contempt, or have my loue
Shak'd off, because tis ripe, but let me hang by
The stalke of your mercie, the remnant of whose life
Lies in your power.
Miscel.
Your oath now to confirme it,
If she should chance to doubt, or presse you to it.
Caprit.
That's true indeed. By the structure of your breasts,
And by the silken knot that tyes your haire
Vpon the top of your crowne, I protest it.
Quart.
If he can persevere, tis excellent.
Enter Trimalchio.
Trim.
Where be these noble Ladies?
Triph.
Sir you are come in the most happy houre,
I was wishing for you.
Trim.
I am in haste,
And onely come to see you: there's a banquet
Stands ready on the table, and the Lords
Sweare they will not sit downe, untill I come.
Trip.
You stil are in such hast, when you come hither.
Trim.
I thinke I must retire my selfe, I am
So sued and sought to, where I come, I am growne
Even weary of their loves: Last night at a Masque,
When none could be admitted, I was led in
By the hand, by a great Lord, that shall be namelesse,
And now this morning early, in his Chamber,
A Fencer would needs play with meat foyles,
I hit him in three places, and disarm'd him.
Quar.
Why now my dreame is out, I lay last night
Vpon my backe, and was adream'd of fighting.
Trip.
Sir, will you please to know these Gentlemen,
My brother, and his Tutor.
Trim.
I must craue pardon,
Is this your brother?
Triph.
Yes,
Trim.
I must embrace him.
I so affected on the sudden, sure
There's some Nobility does lurke within him
That's not perspicuous to euery eye:
He promises fo faire, I should haue knowne him
To be your brother, had you not told me so.
Miscel.
Your method now of thankes.
Caprit.
Right Noble Sir,
I haue so often times beene honour'd,
And so much madefied.
Quart.
That word I taught him.
Capr.
With the distilling influence of your bounty,
That I must blame my selfe, and my hard fortune,
That has envyed me the ability
To render satisfaction.
Miscel.
Very well.
Trip.
Sir you must pardon him, he is but a Novice,
Newly initiated, and 'tis his fault,
That he is bashfull.
Trim.
Is that all? I'll take him
To Court with me, where he shall be acquainted
With Pages, Laundresses, and wayting women,
Shall teach him impudence enough.
Trip.
'Tis my defire.
Quar.
His Tutor has taught him the Theory,
Onely he wants the practike.
Trim.
I pray Sir,
Without offence, may I demand of you,
What doe you professe?
Miscel.
Why Sir, any thing
Within the compasse of humanity.
To speake, or act, no Pythagorean
Could euer thinke upon so many shapes
As I will put you in; the French, the Spanish,
Or the Italian garbe; not any one,
But ioyntly all, I'll make a perfect man
Out of the shreds of them.
Quart.
Besides the riding
Euen to the discecting of a Capon.
Are Lectures of Anatomy.
Trim.
I shall
Be proud to know him.
Miscel.
Now I collect my selfe,
Sure I haue seene you Sir in Padua,
Or some face neere like yours.
Trim.
I haue indeed,
Receiu'd letters of invitation
From one, that's sonne to a Magnifico,
Who is inform'd that I am very like him.
Miscel.
There was the mistake then.
Trim.
Sir, had I power
O're my occasions, which now are urgent,
I would most willingly imploy the time
In survay of your vertues.
Miscel.
Sir, it has beene
The scope I euer aym'd at in my travels,
To seeke out, and converse with such as haue
With forraine obseruations advanc'd
Their naturall endowments, and I thanke
My Starres, I haue beene euer fortunate
To be belou'd amongst them, and that you
Are one, I make no question.
Trim.
Sir, you need not.
Miscel.
My mind was euer larger, than to be
Compris'd within the limits of my Country.
And I congratulate my Fate, in that
I come so neare the vertue of that planet,
That rul'd at my Nativitie; whose nature,
Which e're it be, is euer to be wandring.
Trim.
Sir, I must be abrupt, but for my promise
Vnto some Noble friends that doe expect me,
I could not easily be drawne away
From one in whom so many seuerall graces
Are so apparent, therefore I intreat you
Not to impute it to my lacke of iudgement,
Miscel.
By no meanes, Sir,
Friendship is turn'd into an iniury
When it usurps authority, conceiue me,
O're a friends businesse, some other time
Shall serue to giue a mutuall testimonie
Of love betweene us, and how much I honour you.
Quar.
When will you doe this?
Capr.
I am practising.
Trip.
Prethee Quartilla, helpe me stave them oft.
Although they haue no mercy on themselues
Yet we must use some conscience.
Quar.
Gentlemen,
You'l breake your wits with stretching them, forbeare
I beseech you.
Trim.
My wit, it never failes me,
I haue it at a certainty: I'll set it
To runne so many houres, and when 'tis downe,
I can wind it up like a Watch. But I feare
I have deceiu'd the time too long. Ladies,
I'll take my leaue of your faire beauties: you haue
No seruice to enjoyne?
Trip.
You'll take my brother
Capritio with you.
Trim.
If he please, and his Tutor.
Miscel.
My suffrage shall consent to anything
Her Ladyship approues.
Quart.
You must remember,
You proue not refractory to your discipline,
'Twill be much for your improvement.
Trim.
I'll bring him
Vnto a Captaine, shall set both our faces
To looke like the very Ianus of a States-man,
And so farewell. Come Sir.
Exeunt Trimalchio, Capritio.
Triph.
I told you, Signiour,
What a rare man he was.
Miscel.
In all my travels
Was so mellifluous in his discourse.
I thinke when he was young, some swarme of Bees
Did light upon his lips, as it was fain'd
Of Hesiod.
Triph.
Let's in, for I shall mourne,
And be melancholy, till his returne.
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