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Actvs IIII
Scena I.
Entet Desperato in a Physitians habit.Desp.
Whatever chang succeed, still wretchednesse
My old inseparable mate hangs on.
Therefore I seem ridiculous; my grief
Is others mirth; Malevolo sayes I'm acted.
Henceforth Ile finde new Company: since Fate
Barrs me from others happinesse, Ile spread
My misery to others; and Ile thrive
Meerely in spite, to make men miserable.
This is my humour; 'tis begun already.
The Gold I took from Timerous, if question'd,
I can defend; I took it in my humour;
And that's good law; I took it in a humour
Such as men see, an able man for mischeif;
Clad me in th' outside of a mystery,
Furnish'd my shelves with Pots, with Boxes, Names,
Slight Medicines, and strong Poysons. Time hath been,
When I in War serv'd Death a Prentiship;
There learn'd to open Veynes, to lance and kill;
Now I am free o'th Trade; a Soldier then,
Physitian now; Ile do the selfe same work,
But now more Artificially.—
Scena II.
Enter to him Melancholico.Mel.
—The godly
Are in distresse; the wicked, that usurp
The Childrens right, do here grow far and prosper:
Wherefore I thought of drowning. Verily
Unlesse that Conscientious Lawyer,
Good Memor, from rebought Impropriations
Had thus deducted and distributed
The better part to us oppressed Brethren,
Affliction some, and some Devotion
Had brought me to despaire. Now Ile not see him.
Desp.
Methinkes dejected Melancholico
Should prove fit Timber for my fatal work.
What, Melancholico? not know your friend,
Whose medci'nal skill cures Body, Minde, and State?
I trust thou art not over lucky; art?
Do'st feel no misery? I thought ere this
I should have had thy custome.
Mel.
Verily
My sicknesse could but little cure your purse.
Desp.
It might have brought me practise howsoever,
And that's the onely Fee of new professours,
Mel.
But are you then indeed a true professour,
And one of Us? Sooth I professe sincerity.
Desp.
Hath not the same which caus'd sincerity,
Caus'd a foule spleen? no Hypocondrick Vapours?
Mel.
For that a godly Lawyer gave me physick:
Desp.
Then take it next from a Divine.
Mel.
That Lawyer
First took it from Divines, then gave it me.
And I can give you counsel to your physick:
You have a faire advantage in mens sicknesse
To prick the Conscience, and to let them know,
Their onely way is to releive the Breren,
And raise their stock of holy usury
For new Plantations. You shall have a share.
Desp.
This is a verier rogue then I my selfe.
Mel.
And what I pray mov'd you to turn Physitian?
Desp.
Want set me on, a booty set me up.
Now let me know of mutual curtesie,
What was your Dos?
Mel.
'Twill buy all yours; 'twas Gold.
Desp.
Why then, thou'lt run unto presumption,
Not to despaire. I heare you are to marry;
Which if thou dost, then thou wilt come to me,
For Ratsbane, Hensbane, some such wholsome banes,
To cure thy bands of Matrimony.
Mel.
Hence.
(Ex. Desp.
Scena III.
Enter to him Hilario and Concupiscence.Hil.
Friend Melancholico,
How is't? Sister, stand by a while. Methinks
Fit company for me, nay for a wife.
Mel.
You'l never leave your waggery and jeasting.
“You call'd Peculiars rags of Popery.
Hil.
Sometimes you are too sad and solitary:
Is this jeasting? and solitarinesse
Requires due Recreation; Is this jeasting?
And Recreation much consisteth in
The yoak of a meet helper; you may call
This jeasting too; but is't not sport in earnest?
Mel.
The Saints allow no sport.
Hil.
Then love in earnest.
You know you cannot well converse with men;
You lookes are indispos'd, your language sparing,
Your manners different. But to a woman
A long Parenthesis of busi'd silence
Does passing well. Then in her company
You have a world, and none to contradict.
And in her Ear you may reform the Church,
Or purg the State, as safe, as if you spake
Unto the Aire or whisper'd to your selfe,
For so she is. Think on a wife.
Mel.
No wife.
Hil.
Then on a spouse.
Mel.
Now you say somewhat.
Hil.
Now.
He'l marry words not substance. The word whore
Would have spoil'd all. This blockhead suites with me
As frost with fire. But for your sake Ile thaw him.
Mel.
Have you not injur'd that fair promising Sister
By leaving her alone?
Hil.
She meditates.
Mel.
She walketh gravely, turns her eye devoutly.
Hil.
The white's pure, the black as full of Adultery
As thou art of Hypocrisie; she harbours
A good conceit of you. Shall she conceive
Further?
Mel.
If that her name be right.
Hil.
She was
Concupiscence, now call'd Temperano Sister
This is your Husband whom I so commended.
Conc.
I chuse not for my selfe.
Mel.
Sister and Spouse,
If so you please, our hands shall us unite
Matches are made in Heaven; few words suffice,
The Night consummates. As for other rites
I hold them superstitious Ceremonies.
I had forgot her Portion.
Hil.
She's a widow,
Ile shew you her Estate.
Mel.
Ile first retire
And clasp her hand in zeale.
Conc.
my Lord and Bridegroome.
Hil.
The Divel and his Dam you are. Come Brother.
Mel.
Once more. I like your meditation,
But do not spend your selfe therewith too much.
(Ex. Hil. and Mel.
Conc.
Now I am double shelter'd in my hear,
With name of Husband, and this formal guise.
Scena IIII.
Enter to her Audax.Conc.
Now welcome Servant; have you won the Fort?
Au.
Hell take her, she's a man.
Conc.
A man?
Au.
Just so
I found, scarce left him so.
Conc.
O you mistooke.
Sir Timerous is transform'd to wait at Court:
Twas Phanci's own device. O I could laugh.
Au.
I made him so much woman as to cry;
“Else I had made him woman with my Sword.
Conc.
Alas poor Timida.
The thing so trembled,
No leafe nor ague like him.
Conc.
Ha ha ha.
Au.
Did you intend to put this trick upon me?
Conc.
No by the kisses which shall satisfie
The height forthwith, and pay thy errour full.
Besides I'm satisfied with this mistake
As well as with the right. Aspersion
Shall blot the name of Fuga full as much.
Scena V.
Enter to them Sir Tim, as Timida. After a while Fuga, alike dress'd.Au.
What's this? the He or She?
Conc.
No matter which.
Au.
If it be she, I'le ravish her; if he,
Then thou shalt do't.
Conc.
Neither, tis done enough.
Au.
Tim hath a fine time on't.
Conc.
Come, you have a better.—
Tim.
Is this to be a woman? O I could teare,
(Ex. Conc. & Au.
As timerous as I am, my lawnes to rags,
And scratch my face, and stick my heart with pins,
Or streight turn valiant. Wud my Fuga knew,
What she hath scap'd through me.
And here she comes.
(Enter Fuga.
O Fuga, female habit and strang sufferings
Have lent me tongue enough. Now I can speake;
And boldly say I have deserved your love.
Fug.
Wherein Sir Lady?
Tim.
Now in this your habit sav'd you from a hideous ravishing.
Audax with whom I should have fought, came on me
With love more rude then rage, blasted my face
With breath like brimstone, turn'd my limbs like twigs;
I live by miracle.
Fug.
You came too neere
Unto a Sex from which you should keep further.
Tim.
Shall I not then be neer and dear unto you?
Fug.
Experience tells you what a boystrous thing
Tis to be ruffled by a man.
Tim.
Still so?
Why I have been a woman for thy sake;
I bear within these weedes a minde as tender,
White skin, blew veines, and armes as soft as thine.
Fug.
But still you are a man, and I still Fuga.
Tim.
Nothing can merit love from pevishnesse.
What shall I do? I'le streight turn man again,
And suffer for my selfe. Farewel coy woman,
Ungrateful, and unwise. My ravishment
Is fairely past, but yours may be the next.
How ere when I appear my selfe, the noise
Of what is past will light upon your name.
I bore the loathsome suffering for thee,
Now shalt thou bear the foule reproach for me.
(Ex. Tim.
Fug.
Much I was overseen, too much extreamely;
I could run after him; but if he turn
I shall run back again. O I am lost;
My Honour, Safety, and perhaps some liking,
All these are lost, with these I'm lost, lost Fuga.
Scena VI.
Enter to her Amorous.Am.
This change of State gaines me small perfect pleasure.
Meer meditation on Morphe's beauty
Will not suffice. Come Fuga, since thy Ocean
Cannot be minish'd by some drops, give freely
What Audax forc'd.
That I am miserable
Is't not enough, unlesse I bear more burdens
Of common scorn, or (which is worse) true stayning?
Good Sir, of all the Passions you are gentlest;
Though you esteem me light, which I am not,
Yet take some weight unto your selfe. Consider
That after this you cannot worthy be
Of Morphe, never woe with confidence.
Am.
Thus still a Female Sermon puts me by,
And I gain nothing by my Liberty.
Once more I ask.
Fug.
Once was too much before.
Am.
Once more.
Fug.
First kill me.
Am.
Then to make you quick
Is past my cunning.
(Ex. Amorous.
Scena VII.
Enter Hilario, Concupiscence, after a while Melancholico.Hil.
Joy to you Madam Fuga, you know why.
(Ex. Hil.
Conc.
If I could give you Joy of what I loath,
And you delight in, this if I could do
Without a sin, I would.
Fug.
Is false report
Worse then true guilt? how i'st this filthy Strumpet
Lookes like a Saint, and I as foule as hell?
Conc.
Lady, an Eye refin'd sees more then dull ones,
And Holinesse far clearer then Uncleaness.
I wonder what loose words and actions
Have pass'd from you, to give incouragment
To the kind ravisher; for I have heard
None can be ravish'd without some consent.
Be humbled, know you fault, live chaster Lady.
(Enter Mel.
Fug.
Sure I should think I'm guilty.
Mel.
Out upon thee.
Fie Temperance, what here? wilt thou have Eggs
And rotten Oranges flung at thee too?
What can you chuse no other company
But this lewde, crack'd abominable peice?
Conc.
You see your company is scandalous,
I must take leave.
(Ex. Mel. & Conc.
Fug.
If there be any power
To see and judge, I challeng his assistance.
What have I done, unlesse too stedfast coynesse
Be now accounted loosenesse? what's my Crime,
That such a general storme of loude disgrace
Conspires to bear down Innocence? Hold heart,
Hold my weake spirits: for if this continue
I shall grow desperate.—
Scena VIII.
Enter to her Malevolo.Fug.
—Pitty me Father,
My name is stain'd beyond all patience.
Sir Timerous having foolishly put on
My shape; in stead of me was rudely ravish'd
By blustring Audax. The reproach is mine.
You know a darksome cloud can much obscure
The face of water though as pure as Christal.
Mal.
Audax shall rue this base attempt, whose shadow
Blots your opinion, and portends more danger
Unto your Person. Cast your cares on me.
Fug.
I may communicate, not cast them off.
(Ex Fug.
Mal.
I thought to use him in a bold design
Gainst Liveby, and I will; 'tis dangerous
Unto himselfe. If combat ruine one,
The vanquish'd and the victor both my prey,
And whilst they fight, my selfe shall win the day.
Scena IX.
Enter by him Irato and Audax quarreling.Ir.
What, you that Office? know your turn; give place
First to your betters. You be General?
Au.
Yes I. And know, that whilst I hold a Sword
To prove my worth, the Sun beholds none better.
Neither your Lordship nor Controwlership
Can dastard me.
Ir.
But I shall teach you distance.
Au.
Make me draw back one inch, and gain this place,
Then thou gain'st That. Be calmer good Irato.
Ir.
Unwing the Lightning, stop Araxes floods,
Then mayest thou stop my wrath, and guard thy selfe
Against my stroke.
Mal.
Hold, hold; what means this Fury?
May I be Umpire in your difference?
Au.
Know it you may; this feirce and haughty Lord
Crosses my aime, and stands Competitour
For what he understands not, to be General.
Ir.
Not understand? give way Malevolo.
Au.
You may be fit to quarrel in a Tavern,
But not to lead an Army.
Ir.
Give me scope;
Unlesse thou wouldst be broach'd on the same blade,
And coupled plung in Styx; open the way.
Mal.
Why would you seek this Office?
Ir.
Cause I scorn
That any man should be prefer'd before me.
Mal.
And why would you?
Au.
Because I can do service;
And would gain honour, equal unto His.
Mal.
There's yet no Army levi'd, there's no cause,
But doubtful Rumour.
Au.
When there is, Ile lead it.
Mal.
Yes, both alike; while you contend for shadows,
Liveby will bear the substance from you both.
Rid him, then you may talk.
Au.
What sayes Irato?
Ir.
Agreed.
Mal.
Then you shall take him now in th' Evening,
Comming from Intellectus: there's his haunt,—
(Ex. Ir. & Au.
Now try your fury on a third; for I
Stanch'd not this combat out of love, but hate,
To turn them hot, and mad, on Liveby's blood;
That done, meet seas again; I'le be no Isthmus;
But spur their heat, and clap them on the shoulder.
For I my selfe first rais'd this bruite of war,
For fuel of some new commotion;
Which luckily takes fire betwixt these two.
Scena X.
Enter by him Amorous and Musitian. Then Morphe.Mal.
Now Amorous; you sit in Fortunes lap,
Your Mistresse sits in yours; you spend your dayes
In Honour, and Delight.
Am.
I shall the more,
If with your liking.
Mal.
Mine? I am your Theme
For mirth at Court; one of your Hobby-horses:
And glad of such perferment; but I'le dash
And poyson your sweet delicates.
Am.
Your hate
(Ex. Mal.
And send thy notes like shafts through Morphe's Eare.
Musitian
Sings.
Sweet Morphe lend a feeling eare
To the soft straines wherein I bear
My soul, and sigh it out to thee
Compos'd of sweeter harmony;
With one kind word or smile
Reprive the man a while,
Who life doth crave
Thy print to save,
(grave.)
And feares to make his breast, thy Pictures
Mor.
(Above)
Why do you trouble both your selfe and me,
With such fond circumstance of open wooing?
Am.
I'm glad at any rate to hear your voice,
Though sent in chiding. But my dearest Morphe,
I have a businesse to you from the Queen,
Besides mine own.
Mor.
This you pretend to wrong me.
Though I be loyal, yet my loyalty
Ought not to make me Traytor to my selfe.
Am.
If I be false or any way immodest,
Accuse and shun me.
Mor.
Shall I then believe you?
Am.
Adde to that curse a greater if you can,
And may it fall upon me.
Mor.
Well, I come.
(Mor. descends.
Am.
Now having liberty to act my will,
No Law but this vain curse to hold me in,
How shall I bear my self?
Mor.
What wills the Queen?
Am.
She calls you to her company at Court.
She wants your privacy; you likewise want
Her publick presence: O you wrong your beauty
By shutting such a Jewel from the gaze
Of solemne adoration.
Mor.
Pray excuse me;
If I have beauty, let me keep it well.
The various Fashions, and new Fancies there,
In the opinion of us plainer beauties,
Do but Sophisticate the Elements
Of native Colour, and distort the lines
Of proper figure. What should I do there?
Say I am sickly, as this newes hath made me.
Farewell Sir Amorous.
Am.
Nay, tis not modesty
But blunt stupidity to part so soon.
May I not walk and take you by the arme,
And passe a faire discourse? what hurt in This?
May I not feed my spirits with the aire
That fans your cheekes? lighten mine eye from yours?
Is this immodest?
Mor.
Hark.
Am.
'Tis the clash of weapons.
Scena. XI.
Enter Livebyhope persued by Audax and Irato They speed him and pass along.Liv.
Help Amorous, help.—O—it comes too late.
Am.
Ignoble Swords, and bloody butcherers!
Who would believe that two such Hercules
Should joyn against a single Hylas thus.
It was not manly.—Morphe—O my life!
(Mor. Sownes.
This hideous sight hath struck her gentle spirits
With frighted numnesse. Water, spirits, help.—
Enter Mus. and out again
Out-strip the wind, fly for a Physitian.—
I'le rub her Temples, rouze her by the name
Which she best knows: Morphe.
Liv.
O!
Am.
Life there appears;
Is there none here? how should I save them both?
I'le bear her hence.—O that my armes might clasp
(Ex. Am
Her living thus, and willing.—
Scena XII.
Enter Intellectus Agens.Int.
—Hence did thrill
That peircing noise. What's here? see false mine eyes!
Poor Liveby slaine? then for thy Soveraignes favour
Thou diedst a Martyr.
Liv.
O, Intellectus help.
Ins.
He speaks; ther's hope of life. If Art can save
A thrid so mangled, thus Ile bear thee to't.
Although my breast have us'd to bear it's burden
Within, and not without.—
(Ex. Int. bearing Liv.)
Am.
(above)
—Looke carefully
Unto your Lady. Let the Physitan
First speak with me.—Now to my second loade.—
(He descends.)
What? vanish'd? I have heard of walking ghosts,
Never of walking carcasses. Then surely
The Murderers have drag'd him hence. His blood
Will rise upon their cheekes; and it shall speak
Lowd on my Tongue.—
Scena XIII.
Enter by him Fancie in a Turbant, Fuga, after a while Musitian, Desperato.Fan.
—Now in my Turkish Turbant
I walk to find Sir Amorous in his heaven.
Be not so deeply discontented Fuga.
Fug.
Unlesse you cleare me openly, I die.
Fan.
I finde you Amorous somewhat neare your Center.
Your Morphe fittest is to be a Queen.
I go to waite on her, and fetch her home
With me.
Am.
Sweet Soul (that's all she is by this)
I cannot tell you in what world sheis,
Nor where I am my selfe.
Fan.
And why?
Am.
She's dying,
Frighted with such a dismal accident,
That when I tell it, I much fear your highnesse
Will be as weak as she.
Fan.
Speak, I am arm'd.
Where's Livebyhope?
Am.
The same I faine would know:
Last when I saw him, he was laid for dead.
Fan.
How dead?
Am.
Tis so. Just now: not far from hence,
Two bloody Villaines, Audax and Irato,
Persued and sped him with two mortal wounds.
I ran to help; Morphe fell in a Sownd;
I bore her hence; mean while his Corps were gone.
Fan.
I am perplext beyond my power of bearing.
My arme is lopt, my Kingdom is all tumult
The Passions taking vantage of my Law,
Follow their humours to their mutual ruine;
Enter Mus. with Desp. Am. seems to talk with him.
And run like Vessels till they quite run out.
Am.
Mix some ingredient to excite her Love.
Doctor, thou shalt be rich.
Desp.
I'le fit you all.
Morphe for physick sends, Malevolo
Hath purchas'd me long since to give her poyson;
Sir Amorous buyes a Love-pill: I my selfe,
Ev'n I, that will be Master in conclusion,
Intend to mix them all: then fight confusion.
(Ex. Desp.
Scena XIIII.
Enter to them Audax and Irato, at length Malevolo secretly.Pleases your highnesse to decide by choice,
Or leave it to our Swords, who shall be General?
Fan.
Then I am bound to honour one of them
For their good service. Bloodhounds, have ye murder'd
One worth you both? and dare to ask reward
Of me? of me so wrong'd? So both will joine
In mutual revenge, and fall together,
Fight for't.
Ir.
Fond Queen, what if our rage proceed,
To hew Sir Amorous for telling this,
You for distasting? all will be but humour.
Au.
Then give us not occasion to proceed.
Fan.
Proceed, I pray you, do. Lo, here's my breast.
Tent it; to finde the greife which I conceive
For Livebys Death, and your more horrid Lives.
What, have ye surfeited with blood? good Amorous,
Do't thou, do't streight: what these refuse as Rebels,
Do as a Friend. Kill me, but kill me gently,
With some sad straine under this spreading Oake.
Am.
I hope 'twill ease not kill you. Sing of Venus.
(Musitian. Sings.
Once Venus cheekes that sham'd the morn
Their hue let fall;
Her lipps, that Winter had out born,
In June look'd pale:
Her heat grew cold, her nectar dry.
No juyce she had but in her eye,
The wonted fire and flames to mortifie.
When was this so dismal sight?
When Adonis bad good night.
(Ex. Mus.
Fan.
The same which turn'd her beauty, turns my Fancy,
Alas poor Liveby.—What dee mean to thrust?
Fie what a presse is here? stand off; for I
Am but a Cloud: your Elbowes peirce me through;
Your hot and angry breaths will streight dissolve me.
(Enter Malevolo secretly.
And I shall crack into a showre of Teares.
Am.
Alas she's crak'd indeed, the Queen's distemper'd.
Fan.
Do you not see, and hear a Lamb there bleating?
Pray kill him not, he bears the head of Liveby.
Au.
In a mad world what use of place? what businesse?
Ir.
Now had I any anger left, I'd shred
That Fidler into Atomes.
Au.
O, I'm struck
(Plague on Malevolo that sets us on!)
I'm struck at heart with leaden heavinesse!
Ir.
I feele my veines now curdled; what successe
But Horror of this Fact?
Mal.
I see and hear
(Ex. Ir. & Au.
Enough to grate me. O that plotts well laid
(Ex. Mal.
Should thus be dash'd and foyld.—
Scena XV.
Enter Melancholico with a Petition, after him Sir Timerous in mans habit.Mel.
—That naughty Boy
Hilario hath match'd me to the Divel.
Hell flames are in her; she hath stuck a brand
“Into my bones; I sue for just divorcement.
Am.
Did not you snuffle till you match'd my Daughter?
Peace, or you'l shame your selfe.
Fan.
A pretty Picture,
Here's Day and Night united in one peice;
Look here a Swan, look there a foule black Raven.
Tim.
Justice great Queen against a multitude.
Am.
That's hard to be obtain'd.
Tim.
Against Irato,
Some beat, some cheate, some rob, some ravish me.
Fan.
What saist? Go on and still that howling kennel.
I know you well, for all you are a Tortesse,
And have liv'd like a frog in diverse Elements.
Of what Gender are you? Go learn of Proteus
How to do tricks. If you be dull and blockish,
You must be beaten. Come to me for Justice?
Judge one another, or get you all to Liveby.
Tim.
He's in his grave.
Fan.
And therefore get ye to him.
Tim.
No doing's here: I'm gone.
Mel.
And I: but whither?
Ex. Tim. & Mel.
Fan.
No Amorous, Liveby sleeps, but Morphe's dead.
Am.
Heaven help you Lady.
Fan.
But I can soon restore her.
“Take you the sent of a Travellers toes,
“The sneeze of a Sleeper fresh from his nose;
“The fat of a Frier well fed with fasting,
“The lean of a Drunkard consum'd with tasting;
“The juyce of a Lemmon tha's civil at seasons,
“Twelve dancing Capers, ten lunatick Reasons;
“Two dying notes of an ancient Swan,
“Three Sighes a thousand years kept if you can:
“Some scrapings of Giges his Ring may passe,
“With the skin of a Shadow caught in a glasse;
“Six peny worth of Thoughts untold,
“The jelly of a Star before it be cold;
“One ounce of Courtship from a country-Daughter,
“A grain of Wit, and a quart of Laughter.
“Boyle these on the Fire of Zeal or of Lust,
“With some beech Coales, least the Vessel burst.
“If you can get these Ingredients, I'e compound them for you.
Then when she is perfectly recovered, she shall be married
In rich cloth of Rainbow lac'd with Sun-beames.
Am.
I hope Desperato hath given her other Physick.
Fan.
Desperato? is he her Physitian?
Since hope is dead, we all must to despair.
Scena XVI.
Enter Model bringing a message.Mod.
Pardon the messenger if he relate
What he could wish were false. Morphe once was:
But after physick brought by Desperato,
Raging and crying Amorous, She died.
Fan.
Lo now, believe your Cybill next.
Ex. Fan. Fug. Mod.—
Am.
—If madness
Be now so near allied to prophecy,
I shall grow Prophet too. What angry Star
Thus frownes on all the Passions, most on me?
Ere since Prudentius dayes, we onely toil'd
In wretched mazes of confusion,
Mischeif, and discontent. I have not pass'd
One hour in those delights whereof I dream't;
And now the object of my happinesse
Is clean extinct. But how? O there's the torment!
My torment's doubled through my selfe the cause.
Curs'd be my heedlesse Love, which not content
With likely hopes, with honest wayes of wooing,
The wayes to long injoyning, headlong ran
To arts forbid. She had such Innocence
Ev'n in her body, Temper so unforc'd,
That violent mixtures tending but to Love
To her were poysons. Yet methinks, sometimes,
He's divel in his dumps, as I in lust.
Where shall we finde the bottom of our woe,
Who but on Passion have no ground to go!
Ex. Am.
Finis Actus IIII.
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