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Actus 4u s
Scen: ja.
Cæcilius leadeinge Olympa, Lysander:Cæcilius:
St a Claras in sight now Facetia is't not?
Lysand:
Yes yes we ken it well.
Cæcili:
If I burye thee faire one Ile builde A
chapple to thy memory it shall be caled
St a Facetia; in troth it shall for on my
conscience thy warme embrace will reinliven me
Olympa.
Honored Lysander yet be mercifull
Though not vnto my face. yet to my yeares
Joyne not my youth vnto his age, my fire to frost
Lay me not open to ye feirce revenge
Of his offended sonne
Lisander
Yr fire? thers no fire in thee thou charcole
Doe wt hstande yr owne prfermente and be
Strangled fort[e], doe.—
Scena 2a
Comastes in haste—Comastes.
How snaile pacde are we in A noble cause
A fathers safe guarde? but stay I see'm
seduce this pore blinde man? doth not
My sister sitt heavye enough on thy shakeinge
Conscience? or is thy soule onely secure
When it com̄itts so greate A sinn blotts out
ye former? Thou seest hee's olde, that deserves
Reverence: his blindenes pitty
Whose that prates thus?
Lysan:
Eene yr sonne Comastes, who rayles because I waite—
On you To Facetias nuptialls
Coma:
Sr be there faith in men tis false
Cæcil:
I do beleeve thee com alonge wt h vs
Comas:
Tis false
That she you hande & leade in mufled zeale
Is any thinge but what (if you had eyes)
You durste not looke vpon Tis a Negro Sr
Cæcili:
You are A Nigromancer & thincke to conjure me
Out of my love.
Lysan:
Thats all ye plott.
Comas:
Wicked man it is A sinn to pardon him—
Drawes
Lysa:
Thou wilt not fight vpon thy fathers weddinge day
And make A centawres marriage ont, wilt yu?
Comas:
And you then jeereinge villaine draw or else
Thou sufferest like thy selfe.
Lysan:
Olympa hanges like leade vpon my armes
Bessides or law strictly forbiddinge duells
And by or sacred viceroy so observed
Tyes vp my handes: Comastes I will yeeld
But to ye law not thee.
Exit Lysand:
Comas:
He hath not soule enough to loose
Tis better, thus ye law is kept & I
Sr be advisde; Lysander is gone hence—
To Cæcil:
Wash yr pure hande of that so ougly holds
Let loose ye Moore. .do not persiste
To Olymp:
Leaste that My sworde make thee for ever
Vncapable to give thy hande to any.
Ile cutt it of I will, be suddaine.
Sirrah yt sworde shall be ten swordes to thee
I will cutt of ye Entayle of my landes
Thou makst so sure of; expecte not A foote
Of my grounde noe not so much wheron
Thou mayst stande & begg.
Comas:
Hee is to High incensed I will finde out
Some safer course to hinder him.—
Exit Com:
Olymp:
What has he left vs thus? Sr now Comastes too
Is gone will you beleeve me speakeinge of my self?
Cæcili:
Yes as an Oracle. I smell ye knave
Facetia muste be A blackamoore (If I marry her)
But to himselfe all heavenly beauty.
Olimp:
Will you beleeve me then? Indeed I am
As blacke as they perswade you: pray Sr be
Perswaded. All but yr selfe do flye me run̄e away
And so would you too did you but see what
They see: Sr I am not Facetia.
Cæcili:
Ha?
Scen 3a
Cæcil: Olymp: Surdato: Macilento:Surda:
We shall overtake them prsently: for Macilento
Though I cannot Tripp A nimble pace, yet
This large stride, fitteth my gravity and also
Stepp I trace as much grownde as others do
Att twice
Macile:
I thincke he has learned it of A stalkeing horse
I would we coulde gett some fowle wt h him
Olymp:
Thanckes be to heavens providence
Yonder is A certaine rescue.
stande Macilento, yon's or prey: ye worde is Villago
March vp yt we may fright them wt h or onsett
Chi-va-la-g[ua]uartha my Spartha you are A Villago
Macilen:
you are A villago
Cæcil:
you had best looke what you doe, dee see,
What boysterouse fellow is this?
Surdat.
Its well thou sayst thou arte content to vnbande her
Coulde All Naples keep her thinckst yu [[illeg.]] against my powre?
Mac:
The blinde man will kiss ye poste, if I help him not
Surda:
We have learnde to be more mercifull
Macilento conducte him to his house and yt
Macilento takes him by ye hande
shall be our Trivmph weel stay for thee
In ye nexte streete. Exit surd: cū Olymp:
Cæcili:
I beginn to smell some knavery these are ye Flyes we
Blinde men eate but in this case I must make vse
Of any helpe, Come freinde do me ye Courtesy yr
Master enjoynde you
Macil:
I shall most readily.
Exeunt.
scen: 4a
Comastes 2 seirgeants.Comast:
you are tryde varletts you say, well skilde att Mace &
Writt and y
e yeoman is for or turne too.
O The best shoulder blade in Naples, he hath
shaken of y
t frailtye of nature, the weakness which
tender-harted people call remorse: and if ther was
any sheepish blood in him, either y
e Majors wine
hath actuated it or y
e first sea-captaine he
ventured on hath longe since lett it out.
2 Seirg:
But who ist Sr vpon whome we must execute?
Comas:
A seigniour.
Wer he ye grand seigniour I hope my bearde
Is as dreadfull as his
Comast:
For yr instructions Gentn: strike downe st vincents
Lane towardes St Clara's wayte at ye broade
street ende, and you shall meet one Leadeinge
A negro-Mayde, Zeise him: if need be prtende
An action of Detinew att Signeour Figmentoes
suite, and thers yr warrante—
He gives them both monye
We intende noe reall imprisonmente when you
Are possest of him free y
e Negro, and charge her
home, and after halfe an howers fright sett him
att large too Ile secure you hee'le ne're inquire
After you
j Seirge:
We must have A fee for that extraordinarye
For thers A certaine disposition in vs of
Dominereinge over Gent: wc h we count halfe our pay
if you will have yt done you must draw againe
Comast:
Most willingly—He gives them more monye
Be expeditious, doubt not yr rewardes
But harke you be you sure you do it most gently:
And vse him not vnworthyly be sure.
Exit Comast:
2 Seirg:
For yr sake sr, brother do you know ye meanīge of this?
Tis noe matter tis o
r Justice to do what
we are payde for.
Exeunt:
Scen: 5a
Surdato Macilento Olympa 2 Sergeants:Surda:
Thou seest Nigella thou art ye seconde time
Become my prize; and by that same redemption
As here to fore, thou shalt the seconde time
Be my accepted prsent to Facetia
Thou shalt to wayes com̄ande my love to her
By her owne worth, & settinge forth of mine
But tell me Mopsa, doth she loue Surdato?
yet if we coulde gett Cæcilius to vs once more
We might salve all againe
Surdat:
I knew that before onely I askte ye Quest: & yu didst
Praise me to her, this face these armes this feature
We thancke thee much, nor shalt repente thy paynes
Macilento yu shalt fetch A jewell for her
Not that I gave away last weeke—
j Seirge:
I, this is he sett on him.
2 Seirg:
I have A villanous minde to displace his ruffe
But we must [y] use him gently
Surdat
—But that w
c
h lately ye Vice Roy promised me. Stay
take y
e key it lyes in my christall Cabinnet
Macilen:
The Cabbinett w
c
h ye Vice Roy promised you?
Surdat:
But I have not y
e key here, I left it as I take it in ye
Pocketts of my Tissue sleeves.
Macilento discovers ye seirgan[[illeg.]]
Macil:
What meane these man-takers I wonder
Ambo.
Sr we arrest you—They lay hold on Surdato.
Surda:
How doe Gent:
j Seirg
Huswife hi'gh you home to yr old mistris—
Exit Olymp.
2 Seirg:
Sr we must have yr company
Surdat:
Not so importunate Gent: you'le make me over bolde
And troblesome: Macilen: know you these Gent:?
Me thinckes they are somewhat over earnest wt h me.
Macilen:
—Makes Signes they are Seirgeants
You are Seirgeants as I apprehende you
Macilen.
As they apprhend you.
Surdat:
Thou knowst me (macilento) free from debt.
Macilento
I am sure you were nere in yr Butchers debt
Surdat:
I pray learne y
e action and ye plaintiffe and give
them to vnderstande
Macilen:
My masters you may perceive y
e Gentelmans deafe
yet his demande is reasonable he desyres to se y
r
warrant
j seirgea:
Do you come in for a Rescue?
Brother lay hands on him.
I am satisfied, Ile signifye to him yt he must obey
—makes signes to him
2 Seirg:
Come Sr will you alonge
Surdat:
Doe not hale me soe youle teare my dublett
Ile goe alonge and know y
e action but not soe
Rudely; Ile not discompose my gate for all y
e
prisons in Naples, I much disdaine thus to be
Drawne to prison, ingenuous natures goe w
t
hout
Compulsion
Macilen:
I prthee honest Seirgeant wt feedeings there
In ye prison
2 Seirg:
To good for Varletts S
r, all ye scraps yt ye charity
of y
e Magnificoes servants cast in to ye baskett
Macilent:
I thincke my mr smells yt, he goes so willingelye
I pray Sr arrest me too Sr, will you?
j Seirgeant:
Our fee Sr and we are ready
macilen:
I haue noe monye my mr is [A] Kash keeper
1 Seirg:
Be hangde then and take thy liberty
2 Seirge:
But sirrah aske yr master if heele be content
To wheele vs in A Taverne, whilst we expect
Some bayle
Macilen
Ile save yt labour, A Taverne's death to him, he
Was never in any in his life
2 Sergean:
Then bid him goe faster wt h A pox to him
Thats to as little purpouse, this is his vnalterable
[pace] humor, shoulde it rayne doggs & catts he
woulde not alter his pace, he hath nothinge
speedy about him if his nose run̄e, he woulde
I thincke cut it of.
j Serg:
The Negroes gon & y
e coast's cleare we may
dismiss him.
2 Serg:
Content: S
r we haue other busines if you will not
mende y
r pace, weell leave you, farewell Signiour
Don Fogo.—Exeunt amb: Seirgeants
Are they gone we are most learnedly foolde here
Surdato:
Macilento thou art an ass A slave, A dullarde, y
u
Failest in thy principles: Thou Rogue, I vnderstoode
Them at firste my self; but by thy apish non significant
interp
rtation I was brought over to beleev they wer
Seirgeants and had arrested me, but now I finde
by their courteouse departure (eene as I first conjectured)
these were the Venice-Embassadors servants
came to invite me to dinner, and through thy
basenes and false Brachygraphy I most vnmannerly
denyde them.
Macilen
Worse and worse we are like to feed all this day on
These im̄aginations
Surdat:
Yea and y
e moore gone too, vnluckye dogg Rogue follow
me Divells birde & see you regaine my favor by her
recovery
Macilen:
I would twere death to follow him, as I am sure
Tis little less.—
Exeunt
Scen: 6a.
Lysander & Facetia.Facetia:
What meanes Lysander?
Lysand:
Give me leave to confess
And yet what neede I to express it, when
It is supposde, nothinge on earth like you
Workes miracles: when I was lightest vainest
To please ye good old man; yr fathers minde
Was ye revealed cause; but ye first motor
The very swada of't was thy selfe Facetia:
Whom (while I personated mirth) my thought
I pleasd as much as Lepidus or else
All sporte had bin vnpleasante to Lysander,:
To put of all humanity, to mock my vncles
True though somewhat perverse love
Laugh att his imperfections or Piscinus
Or ye rest, but that my soule thought it conducent
To make thee merry, not content my selfe.
Facetia:
But in good sooth to Cæcilius thow wert too cruell
whom for his sonnes sake (A sweet Gent:) thou
mightst have a little pittied (and if reporte be
True) (but that Ime sure will Lye, I hope it does
here) cheifely for A daughter, once y
e old man had
They say you lovde.
Lysand:
True my Facetia, & I still do love
Of sweet Olympa (for so was her name)
As much as doth survive her memory:
But she her selfe is deade, and after her—
Nay had I knowne thee then and but knowne her
My judgemente coulde not so have erde as not
To haue prferd thy beauty, & thy vertues
Though here were rare ones too—
Facet:
He is armde wt h crafte: I muste dissemble
Aside
now though wt h my freinde—
Lysander know my father hath com̄ended
Yr suite longe time before you vttered it
But yet Lysander you know ye game of Love
So well so skillfullye—
That tis noe rude or boysterous sporte
What delight is th[[illeg.]]r in rusheinge on A mate
Though Lovely: I am yr s Though not vpon instante
Push/ of marriage,: letts take of (as we have
These lovers: and expecte A pleaseinge Crowne
(If yt Facetia can bestow it on thee.)
Of all thy quainte endeavors.
Lysan:
Would I heaven or any pleasure,
Sweet Ile sist thy witt
Facet:
You still engage me
Lysan
Wee'l still binde one another
Exeunt Lys: Fac.
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