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Actus 5u s

Scen: 1a

Lysander, Cæcilius, Boy.
Lysand:

Hee's com̄einge, he has founde his way out of y
e intangled Maze I put him in; How will he address himselfe now
for a fresh encounter? If I could thincke of any to
P
rfer he coulde not choose but make A Daynty property for A playne wel deserveinge wench to be fastened vpon
And faith tis pitty he shoulde be other, Birth & beauty
are nicetyes by him vndiscerneable: Whats my Lady
in y
e darke? If this laste trick have not so jaded him y
t he will come on noe more.—but I shall heare yt.

Cæcilius:

What? ravisht from my hande y
t I've bin so longe in compassinge? just when y
e certaintye of my injoyinge made me secure, and leave of this jealousy of watching

Are we nere y
e house (Sirrah)?

Boy
Yes Sr

Cæcili:
It cannot be yt Facetia so truely affected me as
I beleevd, if she coulde be willinge to be severd from
Him whome her father had com̄ended to her.
But children are wilfull I have warrante for it by
one of myne owne. Knocke Sirrah and see if Lady
Facetia be retourned.

Boy
I will Sr

Cæcilius:
Hee's afraid belike yt if I matched wt h A lady of her
Complexion and composition I shoulde have others
To provide for, and so I will he may be sure
A strainger would not haue done so by me

Boy
Here's Lady Facetia Sr

Cæcili:
Wher, wher?

Facet:
I am glad to see you here againe Sr

Cæcili:

Good Soule Thou wert afraide then; I cannot
Blame thee

Facet:

When S
r? I know of noe such danger

Cæcili:

yes, yes, but what he getts by it, he may put
in his eye and see nere y
e worse, he shall Enjoy nothinge of mine: what? leave me noe
Comforte? cease himself to be so, and take y
t from me y
t shoulde be ye greater?

Facet:

O S
r, I finde how you vpon mistake, haue builte A plott to ruine y
e innocency of poore Comastes:

Cæcili:

Poore? Ile make him poorer then his / hopes
or covetous desire: else Ile miss my aime.

Facet:

But pray S
r not wt hout sufficient grounde

Cæcilius

Do you pleade for him, whom he has (as much
as in him lay endeavored to divorce from me?
His cause shal speed y
e worse for haveinge so

Good an advocate

Facet:

May I haue any credit w
t h you Sr?

Cæcili:

Ile beleeve you better then my sen[s]ce deesee.

Facet:

Then S
r tis this, Comastes never did disjoyne this hande from y
r s,: He alwayes hath (whatsoever you coulde or desyre or wish) so trustilye conveyed
into these armes: He made me love you when I
saw you not; & for this last w
c h you accuse him of I must and will acquitt him, what he did was onely
Zeale to y
r abused honour, wast fitt

Was't fitt you shoulde be knitt in holy tyes [wt h A Negro?]
Vnto A Negro? so she was whome you then handeled
The moore who waytes vpon me here, was putt vpō you
By ye cun̄einge of Lysander in my steade.

Cæcilius
Then did not you goe wt h me?

Facet:
Further then my Fathers house I saw you not

Cæcili:

Must I then give ore y
e hopes you have cherished in me all this while?

Facet:

Alass w
t h noe prparation woulde you have vs rush vpon y
e holy rite, wc h you know requires its solemne & due matureinge: After shorte time all will
be fitt for so grave A ceremonye

Cæcilius:

Facetia all shall be att thy disposeinge: I will expecte
beinge you say I shall Farewell. Comastes! all is thine
againe.—

Exit Cæcilius

Scen: 2a.

Lysand: Lepid: Facetia—
Lysand:

If you leade him on thus madam hee'le beleeve shortly
y
r affection to him is seriouse

Facet:

I do not love y
e sporte you make my father, so well As for it to affect Killinge in jest. Alas A harsh worde
woulde have broke his hearte

Lepid:

So; now tis as it shoulde be, I woulde have both you

joyne in y
e contrivance of some fine thinge, shoulde please me better then all Lysander has plotted by himselfe
Two witts are better than one; you conceive [[illeg.]] mee.

Lysand:

She wounde vp Cæcilius to his former pitch againe
for all our tricke of y
e Negro

Lepid:

We must not practise to much vpon him, I beginn to
Suffer in y
e xtremitye of mirth. twere time to thincke whome she might now properly make her owne, Thincke
thincke Facetia, thincke thincke Lysander: Facetia you
Exeunt diversim.
need not looke farr; Lysander hath don y
r father none of ye worst offices. Lysander every man shoulde not haue my daughter

This meanes somethinge:—

Scen: 3a

Comastes Facet: Olympa
Comast:

Had Fortune no way else to worke me out of
My fathers good opinion, but by my pisty and
dutye to him,? must she have bin A worse
stepdame to me then y
e Negro coulde have binn? I will acquainte Facetia w
t h what hath hapenned Least she poore Gentelwoman buildeing on my
Fortunes, be in this more miserable then she
thinckes, in y
t she thinckes me happier then I am: yet y
e sight of my Facetia somewhat restores me Aside—To Facetia

Haile thou y
t art ye wealth of pore Comastes But ne're to be injoyde, O that moore standes
by y
t wealth like ye conscience of ill gotten riches?

Olympa:

I'me confident my carriage nere deservd this
Language from you

Comast:

O trickes! trickes! and thers Lysander too; Alas
he never did me wronge neither; he nere abusd my
Father to my punishment—To Facetia.

Whilst for thy love I varied thus my shape, &
seemde not what I was, I am not what I was
I'me disinherited, I heare for hindringe y
t foule

staine to her sex, nay her owne coūtrye complexions
For pranckeinge it in my Facetias roome; though
That had bin far worse too.

Facetia:

Y
r anger in this [place] cause is quite misplaced But if thy noble blood will Justly boyle
Let me give weight to'te. y
e prize of thy longe Suite is given to one who never strove
for it: my father intends me
for Lysander.

Comast:

yea, this I lookt for,: why shoulde he marry thee
To beggery. I must be poore still: Comastes cannot
call so much his owne, Removde but this one single
pace from thee, as was before
steps to Facetia
Farewell ther's no happynes in birth or love.

Facet:

But stay you are not dis[[illeg.]]inherited.

Comast:

No more; Ile not be fl[[illeg.]]attered into A hope againe

Facet:

A hope? Tis certainty: I have acquainted y
r father w
t h all ye circumstance, and yr fortune standes there as faire as ever, if you'le but contrive a way to
Rescue me from Lysander—. thers all I feare

Comast:

My better life! what should I doe?

Facetia:

The moore loves thee, by her thou shalt vnderstande
all passages: as occasion shall p
rsent it selfe be ready Farewell, I have jealous eyes over me

Exeunt Facetia Olympa.
Comas:
I did not truely live vntill this minute
My birthright is by her restorde agayne

And somewhat more then life: he y
t gave me life, hath not y
e guideinge of her love: but I must arme my selfe, & if all fayle me not—. but what can
Fayle me y
t my Facetia[s] has assurde me of Facetia's mine.

Exit Comas

Scen: 4a

Lepidus Lysand. To them ye rest in order.
Lepid:

O myne owne Physitian, thou hast given me y
e best Cordiall I ere tooke. A dozen of loue fooles next ones
harte.—oh tis y
e very Antidote of age. I shall out live nectar, if I escape y
e surfeit of this one weekes laughter

Lysand:

And what is y
e crowne of my joy, they have all wooed for me: doubt it not S
r Ile finde you as much sporte after y
e weddinge as any I have yet prsented: Facetia and I will take counsaile of our pillowes to enlarge y
r pleasure—

Lepid:
O it joyes my harte to thincke what A frye of
Witty youngsters you two will bringe me
I longe for variety, I'me almost cloyde wt h

This sporte, letts now send them & their follyes
to rest at home: but hast taught her to put them
of handsomelye.

Lysand

Taught her? her nimble witt run̄e away w
t h it before I coulde discover halfe y
e contrivance she has it perfect twill outdoe all y
e reste.

To see wt seemeinge easy taske she gives them
But when they once come to projection—

Besydes she has founde out y
e most trimmest way of abuseinge them.—but Ile not forestall
her witt.—

Lepid:

Nay if her witt had not kept me alive I had
binn deade before her mother. but see ye flyes
beginn to swarme; heres the signe
he discryes
Of Hercules w
t h a pillar at his backe.

Piscin: entring

Scen 5a

Piscin: Collumella behinde him.
Pisci

—Au. au. Au Au. Au. .....

Lysand.

Pray s
r speake not A worde to her father of ye bagg

Colum:

—How does it take?

Lysan

Well, well, you haue brought y
e olde miser out of his hopes, hee'le not parte w
t h his kinges face in golde, for A mistris in silver.

Collumel:
What I haue given is not the halfe
Of thy rewarde

Lysan.
I thancke yr bounty sr

Enter Surdato. Macilento
Colume:
But what make these here?

Lysand

O S
r, this is ye deafe Seigniour hee'le make men like Himselfe if you talke to him longe, but he will be
sent away w
t h A Flea in his eare.

Surdat:
Is my brave prize and second guifte retournde
I've bin arrested in her rescue, but I shooke of ye Rogues
And marcht from them.

Lepid:

I thincke you ran̄e away indeed, you cannot indure
to heare of danger thou you startle not at y
e noise Of A can̄on.

Surdat:

Where is y
e paradise yt holdes my Lady by or st clare I longe to see her. is she yet hasteinge to enoble [y
r] her selfe by beinge knitt to vs?

Lepid:

Good ghost informe y
r raiser, Facetia will be here prsently and give him his answeare

Macilen:

My Rayser? indeed he hath raisd me, I'me sublimated
from flesh and blood to mere spiritt.

Lepid:
You may enter his eares ye better about it then.

Macilen
I will informe him out of hande—makes signes

Surda:
I will expect.

Enter Cæcilius and Comastes.
ni his Clownes habitt
Comast:
Their Lonlord, theirs lord Lepidus:

Cæcili:
O Sr Ile noe more such Tricks put vpon me
I've brought one shall see I am not cozened.

Lepid:

Nay Cæcilius what Lysander did, in sporte, blame not me
for: Twas A just admonition you shoulde looke before
you leape: you were to hastye.

Cæcil:

There was A spectacle indeede

Lysan:

Twoulde fitt y
r eye ye better.

Lepid:

Well S
r you see here be other suitors whome I fancy not, Ile onely dismiss them and then you shall
perceive my daughters affection to you.

Surdat:

How my inflamed blood swells att y
e Satyre, but tis my Ladyes Fathers house I must not strike yet Ile outstare him

Enter Ægidius
Ægidius

O nephew y
e staffe & prop of my age my supporter[?] hath she Swallowed my angles greedily
w
t h desyre to partake of ye rest? Ime past hopes of issue all will be thine.

Lysand:
Vncle I prsented yr mam̄mon to her, [I]
And she replyed I woulde maynd her answeare
But you should not halt longe betweene two
Opinions: her selfe would satisfye you: I trust
you stande vpright in her affection

Ægidius.

Is it come to this? I told you at first I coulde
not make many journyes. Lepidus, Ile have my
Answeare now: Sfoote a man may creeple
himselfe in seekeinge A new paire of leggs.

Colum:

Good s
r bringe forth yr daughter let her come for till she enter I continue dumbe.

Piscin:

—Au—Au. Au. Au.—......

Surdat:

What are these I thincke they dare not be
competitors

Macilento:
—makes signes


Surdat.

These fellow rivalls? An injury to my
Reputation

Cæcilius

What tumulte is this? I see there be more suitors

then I,: Good S
r I desyre to see ye Issue of my suite

Lepid:

O my best freinde patience, patience, my
daughter is att yeares of discretion and able
to make her owne choice, and Ile not force her.

Lysander call her forth, heres varietye enough
Lett her picke out ye man she has a minde to.

Exit Lysan:
Cæcilius.

I will say I was never so ore seene in my
life if she choose not me.

[Piscin] Macilento:
maketh signes of hope.


Surda:

O then thou art[e] nere thy hope, how these leaves
will drop of when I am chosen.

Ægid:
Tis some Felicity yt I am so nere att an ende
How is my Nephew strikeinge it vp for me.

Ent: Lysan: Facetia. Olympa.
Lepid:

Come come Girle, be not so proude y
t you have so many suitors, here they all attende you

Ægid

Morrow to my venus.

Surdat:

A good day shine vpon surdatoes joy

Cæcilius

Is she come? health to Cæcilius guide

Colum:

Thus low I bow to Kiss y
e grownd Facetia treads on

Lepid

Dispatch 'm wench, I longe to heare y
t Piscinus boweth very low
excellent peeice of witt mad vp by Lysander
& thee

Facetia.

Ægid:
Is this all If I can be ther first Ime sure
I can do it.

Cæcili:
This is nothinge

Piscinus
—rejoyceth


Lepid:
True, true, a very easy taske go and consult of it
In ye next roome—Exeu: Pisci: Coll: Ægid: Cæcili.


Macilen:
My master hears none of this & Ile not tell him

Surdat.
I knew I was ye man, see how she has
dispatchd ye rest yt I alone might have her

Lepid:
Thancke ye e wench, thancke you both, we shall
have them in another tune by & by. come ifaith
Tis pitty to keepe you two Asunder any longer
Daughter thy faire hand Ile joyne you.

Olympa:
Hold sr yt must not be if you do tender
The faire Facetias bliss; Hees married:

Comast:
O Truth come once from hell

Olymp:
Att least betrothed

Lepid:
Lysander, is this true?

Lysand:
False as ye Divell her sire.

Surdat:

I wonder she doth not call me to her yet: she
doth expect y
t I should courte her firste Ile give her hint to speake, by stalkeinge by her

Olympa:
Lysander looke you here. Know you not one Olympa?
This is ye hande—she shews him A letter


Lysand:

Ha, ha, ha, is this all dame ougly,? she shewes me
here passages betwixt me & one Olympa long since deade

Olymp:

Ile finde you clearer evidence

Lepid:

Come Lysander weele sende her before while we
Dispatch y
e suitors wt hin, & see heres A fitt instrumēt You in the Folio breeches, harke you, y
r landlorde shall have her for all this. come take y
r new mr s And conduct her to S
t Clares I've appointed one shall meet them ther, & joyne them fast enough.

Comast:
Come Londlady yr Tennant will be glodd of you.
Ile mon you

Lepid:
Goe daughter wee'le be wt h you prsently.

Faceti:
Comastes now or never

Surdat:

Sure she is gon in to shift her selfe she will be
married in her best clothes

Enter Cæcilius
Cæcili.
I do not see how I can have her then
In A darke vault to veiw 2 Portraiturs
Why wer they in ye light I could not see them

Enter Piscinus & Collumella behind him.
Collum:

I cannot tell y
e ye storyes of those Kinges vnless she will admitt him for to speake

poynts to Columella behinde him.
Enter Ægid:
Ægidius.

Shoulde I goe so far vnder grounde I should
never retourne back againe w
t hout helpe, I might be buried there and make vp y
e third statue

Scen: 6a

Enter Hymen prsenteinge ye Antique.
Hymen:
Nay storme not mortalls yr rewarde is just
They yt aspire and fondlye strive to purchase
Objects beyond theyr meritt, fayle wt h scorne
Thincke you Queen nature fashionde so much beautye
For one yt can̄ot veiw it? such A judgeinge eare
To be condemnde to A dumbe yoke fellow?
Or so much sprightfull activity of feet
Fitt to be joynde wt h Lameness? No vile beasts
(For men I can̄ot call you) since yr heartes
Lead on by sensuall lust covett A feature
As farr above yr worth, as Junoes bed
Above Ixions Levell: Rest awhile
And Ile prsent yr true portraitures
Wc h you must owne till you forgive yr suite
These yt I now bringe in are but ye glass
And mirror of yr shapes, yr character
Enter you charmed monsters & display
What formes they beare wher love keepes—holly day

Enter 4 Beasts
A Hare, A wolfe, An Ass, & A Lyon. and dance in theyr severall orders
Afterwards Hymen proceeds.
Nay this is not enough to shew wt vice
Hath thus transfor̄de you: next I will prsent
The satyres horned crue ye Types of lust
Enter 4 Satyres to ye 4 Beasts and dance wt h them afterwardes Hymen proceedes.
Satyres wt hout theyr woodnymphs? com bright Girles.
Ye Dryades make vp ye jolly rounde
Clad like ye active spiritts of lustye wind

Enter 4 little boyes in yellow colowred Suits and dance wt h ye other eight after warde they wt h Hymen Exeunt:

Sc: 7a.

Enter Olympa in her true feature.
Olym:
Why do you stare? I am no ghost Lysander
What thincke you of this witness?

Lepid
What's here? A moore washt white?

Olim:
Yes Sr: such power hath love: se se Lysander
I have bin dead indeed: how could she live
Whose soule was gon in you? yr gentle prsence
Hath given[[illeg.]] me A new forme, o give me life too!
Thincke on thy former vows my constancy
For thee my bleedinge hearte hath made [th]mee quitt
What I thought dearest, Duty to my father
My libertye & feature.

Lysan:
It is indeed ye faire Olympas Voyce
Her tongue too; O my soule! enter againe
Into thy selfe: How hath thy wandringe thoughts
Abusde thy selfe & her thy lovde Olympa
Now lovde indeed? doe thou but pardon me
And be thou as yu werte againe, A Negro
I still shoulde love thee.

Lepid
How's this? will you not have my daughter then?

Lys:
And leave Olympa? heaven will curse yt match:

Lepid:
Hay day what will ye clowne do wt h Facetia trowe?
This is not like to prove her weddinge day
I must sende somebodye to fetch them backe
Exiturus
Enter Comast: in his owne shape wt h Facetia
How now my daughter & Comastes joynde
Hande in hande? & kneele too:

They Kneele
Comast:
Yes Sr ye very same; This yr faire daughter
And I longe since have tyed ye holy knott
Of love by mutuall vowes: but you opposenige
We durst not entertayne an open way
At length I marked How natures meaner broode
Wer here admitted; I did curse my selfe
For beinge perfect nay I maymd these limbes
To finde access, but for Facetias sake
Att length I maskde my selfe in yt rude guise
And by yr truste have wonne yr daughter.

Lepd:
Wonn her? ifaith and weare her

Cæcili:

Comastes are you ther marryed to Facetia?
Sirrah you came alonge hether villanus, and
shal retourne noe richer y
n ye clowne you personated, ene such A lease you shall finde
And Ile kno[w it [OMITTED]] for A good one when you
come to renwe it.

Facet:

Wont you make good y
r promise to Facetia Sr? you tolde me you woulde renistate him, when he
Divorcde you from y
e moore,: o what A fowle conjunction, what an abuse had you then
suffered had not his duty appeared?

Cæcilius
Tis true nideed, I had forgott yt curtesy
Twas A sonnes parte, Come Kneel, where are you?
soe—blessinge vpon you, may you see wt I cannot
good Italycon dayes. bringe me pretty grandechildren
Ile tende'm for you & teach'm childrens gibberish
I'me contented, & can triumph ore ye rest, in this yt
Though I have her not A wife, I have her A daughter
Though we cannot bedd weele boarde together, &
Live wt hin voyces Harmonye.

Olym:

O S
r yr loss is payde wt h double gaine missinge A wife you have two daughters fownde

Cæcil:

Facetia's now my childe; but whers the other?

Olymp:

Is y
r Olympa slipt out of yr memory

Cæcil:

Alass poore Girle she's gone[e] Lysanders false love
Kild her.

Olym:
O say not so deare father; I am she
Who live to call truest Lysander husbande.

Cæcil:
Sure tis her voyce; welcome, where hast yu bin?
Now I coulde wish to see but for an hower

Comas:
Olympa! is she alive?

Olym:
Brother you woulde have Kilde ye Moore

Comas:
Yr hande Lysander,! yr Wright done to Olympa
Hath wiped of all former nijuryes.

Lysan:
Yr pardon Sr.

Olym:
Nay Ile vndertake yr reconcilement,
Brother you shall forgive him.

Comast:
I am yrs.

Lysan:
And I shall ever love Olympas brother

Surda:
Sirrah what meanes all this?

Macil:
—makes signes


Surd:

Hows this? Surdato cheated of his love? Facetia was
I A man thus to be playd w
t hall,? macilento had not you A finger ni this Knavery?

Face:
Pray tell yr mr he hath not performde my taske

Mac:
—makes signes.


Surd:
Wt taske? not Hercules more ready att it then I;
Say must we slay beasts yet?

Macil:
Would we were to run̄e over all ye labors of
Hercules in such sorte. then we should haue sōe flesh

Facet:

I was vpon A vow Ime sure you coulde not
answeare it, It was to heare A storye of 2
Kinges: I thincke you coulde not have done it.

Lepid.

Will you be pleasde to feast y
r eyes on or Facetia, y
r eares did not suite you: but they may make you satisfaction.

Macil:
—makes signes.

Surd:

We will injoy thee w
t h what parte we can dearest of objects.

Facet.

You shal partake of Facetia as much as
hertofore you have.

Mac:
—makes signes.

Surd:

I am contented and somewhat more because
These monsters (whom otherwise I must have
slayne) have not nijoyde thee.

Lepid:
You Macilento for yr good service shall
Live in com̄ons here

Maci:
My stomacke is allayde, Ile whet my knife
And gaine A din̄er though he loose A wife
If I gayne not enough by this meale for halfe
A yeare I shall never be able to bringe ye yeare about

Lepid:
Ægid: & Piscinus you shall have yr baggs
agayne; nay frindes looke cherefull

Pisc
—Directs Lysander to give his bagg To Columella.


Colum:
I render thanckes thus doth my silence breake
Such instruements will make ye dumbe to speake.

Lysan:
Blest day in wc h amonge so manye turneinges
All have their full contents to crowne it more.
I've prpared one Sceane of Pompe intended
(Facetia) for or nuptialls: wc h though crosde
Is more Succesfull vnto both or wishes
Then had ye fates consented: [thus v[OMITTED] h[OMITTED]s]
We have injoyde what we did most desyre
Marriages like to or selves.
Growne to A happy paire.
Stay then till Hymen who hath joynde or hande
shall wt hhis prsence bless or nuptiall bande.

Scen 8a:

Hymen & masquers.
Hym:
See matches equall to Facetias glorye
Such as is yr Comastes ye brave youth
And gallant Gentrye of rich Naples masqued
In princely guise to grace her nuptiall.
These are ye fittest servants of greate Cupid
Though blind himself he loves not maymed voteryes
Enter Heroicke sp̄v s swift as thought
And lett yr feet in Active measure move
These are ye Triumphs of ye god of love.

The masque ent: and dances. pos[[illeg.]] exeunt.
Lepid:
come frindes this happy close more joyes my harte
Then all or forespent mirth: wee'le still hold vp.
If wine & cheare can do'te our former Sceane
of jollyty: & thes our new joynd lovers
shall be attendants to vnite yr joyes
As are theyre hearts: & I yr hoast will be
Exeunt
ye chorus mirth true Geniuss to you all.
And stile my howse ye LOVERS HOSPITALL