 | The Lady Mother |  |
Act: 2.
Sc: i.
Ent' Sucket Crakby Grimes.Enter Alexander Lovell with a Bottle of Sack and a Cup
Lo:
Soe here I may be private & privacie is [ye] best, I am ye
Steward & to be druncke in publicke I say & I sayt were
to giue ill examples, goe to, I & goe to, tis good to be merry
& wise, an Inch in quietnes is better then an ell of Sorrow
goe to, & goe to, agen for I say & I sayt there is no reason
but yt the parson may forget that ere he was clerke,
my lady has got a cast of her eye since she tooke a
survey of my good prots, goe to, & go to, for I say & I sayt they
are signes of a rising, flesh is frayle & women are
but women, more then men but men; I am puft vp like
a bladder sweld with the [pride] wind of loue for go to
& go to I say & I sayt, this loue is a greife, & greifes a sorrowe & sorrows dry;
therefore come forth thou bottle of affection,
I create thee my companion, & thou Cup shalt
be my freind, why so now goe to & goe to, lets haue a
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fill to my kind friend, by thy leaue freind Ile begin
to my Companion, [a] health to my Mr s Soe, now my—
hands in Companion fill, and heres a health to my freinds
Mr s very good, & now I will conclude with yor s my
deare Companion, stay you shall pledge me presently
tis yet in a good hand I will pledge both yor Mr s first,
goe to & go to, freind thou alwayes lookst on me like
a dry Rascall, Companion giue him his liquor, and soe
wt h my Mr s I conclude. / what say you Companion
ha, do you compare yor Mr s with myne howes that
such another word & thou darst Sirrah off wt h your
Tim:
Capp & doe her Reverence, wilt tell me soe, goe to
Grimes.
I say & I sayt Ile make better languadge come out
of that Mouth of thine thou wicked Carkasse, freind
heres to thee Ile shake thee, thou empty Rascall to
peeces & as Hector drew Achillis bout ye walls of Troy
[OMITTED]lt & batterie elce:
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dragd in vild disgrace, throughout the Towne goe to,
& goe to, I say & I sayt,
let him yeild me a Reason if he can, I I, he had
neede to be squeezd why tis true, this is one but
not to purpose, oh would you whisper with me, vmh,
vmh, vmh, away, away, Ile heare no more, why how
now freind, ha, ha, ha, you haue got a Cup to much
vmh, goe to, & goe to, you can hold no more I see that
at this time let me ene bring you to your Chambers
Flings away ye Bottle & sleeps
Ent' Tymothy, Grimes, Sucket, Crackby with fflaggons of Wine.
Suc:
[Tis well don cherish valour]
Cra:
[Creditt me my Captaine carries fortitude enough]
[for a whole legion, twas his advice, tooke in ye Busse,]
[& at Mastricht his courage did conclude Papenhams]
[over throw.]
Suc:
[Pish you to farr exemply, I haue binn at some few]
[skermishes kild halfe a score or soe, but what of yt,]
[men are but men,]
Tim:
[What wines that fellow Grimes.]
Gri:
[Sack by this light the Emperor of liquors Captaine]
[here tis well keepe of push of pike yet peirce]
[like shot of Cannon a Cup of this vpon an]
[anslaught Capt.]
Suc:
[Is beveredg for a Generall, I doe vse to drinke it,]
[when I am engagd against a Squadron or a]
[whole company]
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[He meanes of drunkards]
Lovell grunts.
Su:
[Ha Ciuie law an ambuscado, see, whos that]
[lyes there perdue, fort of Mars my wroth shall]
[eate him vp]
Gri:
[Hold hold good Captaine tis or most temperate]
[Steward soe soe now softely letts to him ha, alreadie]
[dead drunke as I am vertuous, assist]
[me Gent' Timothy hast thou thy Saluatorie]
[about thee.]
Tim:
[Yes what then heere here.]
Gri:
[quick, quick, make some plasters, & clapp v'm]
[on his face, here bind this napkin about his hand,]
[who has a garter lets see to bind it vp.]
Su:
[Some blood my sonn of Mercury, were necessary]
[for consumation of the Iest.]
Cra
[And here Grimes, ty this cloath about his head]
[oh for some blood.]
Gri:
[Here I haue prickt my finger]
Tim:
[Let you & I Mr Crackby goe to buffitts for a]
[bloody nose.]
Cra:
[No, no, you shall pardon me for yt Time]
[no, no, no boyes play.]
Su:
[So, So now set him in the chaire, hart of valour he looks]
[like a Mapp oth world. Death what are these]
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[The Towne Waites, whome I appointed to come]
[and visitt vs.]
Su:
[Twas well donn haue you ere a good Song.]
Tim:
[Yes they haue many.]
Su:
[But are they bawdy, come sir I see by yor simpring]
[It is you that Sings, but do not squeake like a ffrench]
[Organ pipe nor make faces as if you were to sing]
[a dirge, yor fellowes may goe behind the Arras I loue]
[to see Musitions in their postures, Imitate those ayrey]
[soules that grace our Cittie Theaters, though in]
[their noats they come as short of them as Pan did]
[of Appollo.]
Musike A Song.
Gri:
[Well sir this is indifferent Musicke trust my Iudgmt]
[Sing boy.]
Cra:
[Now on my life this boy does sing as like the boy at the]
[whitefryers as ever I heard, how say you Capt.]
Su:
[I and the Musicks like theires, come Sirra whoes yor Poett]
Cra:
[Some mad wag I warrant him, is this a new song]
Mu:
[Tis the first edition sir, none else but we had ever]
[coppie of it]
Su:
[But you wilbe intreated, to let a gent' haue it]
Mu:
[By no meanes the Author has sworn's to the]
[contrary least it should grow soe wonderous old]
[& turne a Ballad.]
Cra:
[Well sd Capt, the tother health Capt, heres good wine]
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[wench or two twere excellent.]
Suc:
[Great Alexander does not dreame of this I warrant]
[yee,]
Gri:
[Oh, hees fast enough heele be ready to cast vp his accounts]
[the easier when my lady calls him.]
Cra:
[Come, come, who payes the Musicke Capt. you haue]
[my purse.]
Su:
[Truths a truth from Infidell or Pagan, I am in trust]
[and thats beleife, & soe it shalbe saued, pay the Musick vmh]
[where are they, let me see howmany's of you, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.]
[good can any of you daunce.]
Mu:
[Daunce, yes sir we can shake our leggs or soe.]
Su:
[Soe said so don braue ladd, come letts haue a daunce]
[some daunce & some play]
Mu:
[Anything to please you noble Captaine.]
Suc:
[Liuely then my hearts some country Igg or soe, oh those]
[playes that I haue seene of youre with their Iiggs ith]
[tayles of him like yor french forces. death I am a rorging]
[boy, but come stirr yor Shanks nimbly or Ile hough ye]
[strike vp there.]
Daunce.
Gri:
[Well don my hearts drinke drinke.]
Su:
[goe you in, Ile follow you.]
Om̄
[Come Captaine.]
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[ffarewell Steward.]
Mu:
[Dee heare Captaine.]
Su:
[with me my fine treble knaue vmh, thou dost tikle]
[the minikin as nimbly]
Mu:
[we hope your worship will consider our paines]
Suc:
[How my fine knaue, letts see who were the dauncers]
Mu:
[Come forward there, nay I told you he was ever]
[bountifull oh good Captaine.]
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Su:
[Let me see, I thou art hart of vallor, thou didst daunce,]
[well, thou deservst, I say no more, & who plaid]
Mu:
[Wee.]
Su:
[You, well sayd, you plaid, and you daunc'd you say, good]
[let me see halfe a peece, or,]
Mu:
[Blesse yor Captaineship.]
Su:
[You plaid you say, and you dauncd vmh, well,]
[why then you that dancd, must pay those yt plaid.]
Mu:
[How sir, how.]
Suc:
[Ever, ever, whilst you liue Iarvice, the dancers]
[alwayes payes the Musike, wilt breake custome no]
[or theres a pawne for you Mr Steward. farewell.]
Ext
Mu:
[This is yor bountifull Captaine, a rope of his]
[bounsing, but stay, lets play to the steward it]
[may be when he waks we may worke him too't.]
Mu:
[Content content.]
Play.
Gr:
soe now retire a little Ile play him one fittof mirthe on my treble to rouse him.
Ext
(Marginal note)
play a healthe soe nay it shall goe rounde
Lo:
vmh, [how long haue I slept? or am I buried]
goe to I say & I sayt it shall goe round. vmh
Musike softe
[and walke in Elezium, as the Poetts faine, goe to,]
where [are they?] is this fidle in the Ayre, I can perceaue nothing,
where is my kinde friend & my fine Companion come wee
[nor remember anything has bin don or said,] vmh,
will be friends againe goe to wee will—
plaisterd, & bound vp, bloody, how comes this
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or bene over valiant in my drinke to kill a man
or soe, why 'twas my drinke not I, & let my drinke
be hangd for't, or I say & I sayt let vm stay till I am
drunke againe & then hange me I care not, I
shall not be sensible of it, oh this sack it maks a coward
a Hector, the Greekes & Troians drunke no other
[& that and a wench (for theres the Diuell ont)]
[made 'vm cuffe ten yeares together till at length]
[when they had bled more then they could drinke]
[they grew sober, the contented Cuckold tooke his]
[wife home againe & all were good freinds,]
Sease Musick
but stay the Musikes husht, I hope theyle appeare,
I doe feale no such paine in my wounds, that
I had need of musike to bring me to sleepe,
blesse mee whose [are] this[e] ha [the Towne wayts]
[why how now my Masters whats ye matter, ha.]
Ent' [Musike] & Grimes disguisd
Gri:
How does your worshipp Mr Steward, dee feele yor selfe
at ease I am hartely Sorry for yor misfortune.
Lo:
Misfortune ha, what misfortune, now heauen
and't be thy will.
Gri:
Pray heauen they be a liue
Lo:
Ha aliue, in the name of drinke what haue I don
where did you find me ha.
G:
Why Sir coming out vmh, vmh,
Lo:
Out with't man.
G:
Out of a bad-house sir
L:
A Bawdie house I warrant
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Yes sir.
L.
Why now its out
G.
I and tis well yor worships out.
Lo:
Noe, noe, it had bin better had I nere
gon in but on, on.
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You were sir, as they say sir, you had gotten a Cup
to much.
Lo:
Hang Cupps, my friend Excepted; goe to speake plaine, I was drunke was I.
Gri:
Yes sir, you were not able to stand when you
came out sir.
Lo:
Out of the Bawdyhouse I beleave thee, nay I am
a right Lovell I, I looke like a shotten herring now for't
Iones as good as my lady in the darke wee me, I haue no
more Roe then a goose in me, but on to the mischeife on.
Gri:
You beate the Bawd downe with the Chamber dore
& bid her keepe yt for the Reckoning.
Lo:
vmh there was witt in my drinke I perceive, on.
G:
Then Sir you tooke vp a Spitt.
L:
A Spitt.
G:
Yes sir, & broacht one of the wenches ont
Lo:
How.
G:
Oh sir you made such a hole in her [buttock,]/[bacside] you
might haue turnd.
blowes his nose
L:
What thy nose int
G:
Had I bin there it had bin at yor service
L:
Thanke thee thou shouldst haue lost nothing by it.
G:
Then went Tobackoe pipes to wrack, & oh the black
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(and for it paid your tweluepence, that if you wer{e}
Maior youd come disguisd on purpose to confoun{d}
'vm
L:
Ist possible I could doe this.
G:
This sir, why you kickt one flat nosd wench yt snuffled
& swore she was a puritan.
L
Did not I pay for that oath too.
G:
No sir, you bid the Constable keep reconing till it
came to a som̄e, & you would pay him in totall.
So sir with the spit in your hand away you Runn
& we after yee, where you met with a roaring Capt.
L:
Ha, now, now, comes the misfortune.
G:
There you stopt & stood a while wauing to & froe as
in suspence, at length you fell with a fforward thrust
quite through his heart.
Lo:
Ha through his heart,, the Captaines dead then.
G:
Noe sir, twas through a silver heart he weares
in memory of his Mr s.
Lo:
Ime glad of that, thou strukst me through the heart
with thy newes
Gri:
You being downe, on fell the Capt. like a tyranicall
Dutch man of warr, yt shewes no mercy to the
yeelding enemy & ere we could bing Succor gaue
you these wounds, wc h being drest we brought you
home as privatly as possible, sett you to sleepe &
here stayd till your waking
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Yare honest fellowes, goe to, & go to, I say & I sait
agen yare honest fellowes, & shall not be vnrewarded
looke you theres for you & be but sylent in't.
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As [are our] is my Instrumt s sir, coods me what haue they
torne away the back of yor Satten dublet, the Canvas
is seene.
Lo:
vmh, no, but they haue stolne my velvet Ierkin
G:
I and dam'd your Dublet.
L:
Tis well goe, thanks, goe, Ile see you shortly, you and yor Companie shall
play at my ladyes wedding, I say no more goe to,
I loue you, & I thanke you.
G:
I thanke you good Mr Steward
discou'
Lo:
whoes this Grimes.
Gr:
Even he that has thus begrimd yee, my fine drunken
Steward I can cure you toe, come let me be your
Surgion.
Lo:
Thou shalt be my hangman first Rascall
Gri:
You wonnot murder, helpe, Capt, Mr Crackby Tim.
Ent Omnes
Ōes:
How now, how now, whats the matter.
Lo:
Whoop hells broake loose tis good to shun ye Diuell
Ext.
Gri:
Not if you meet him in the liknes of a bottle of Sack
good Steward, [here Gent', Share this amongst yee]
[& pray for Grimes]
Tim:
Why this is excellent
Su:
Grimes, let me hugg thee thou Sonn of Witt.
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Nay letts not leaue him thus.
Crac:
Leade on weele follow.
Ext ōes
Enter Sr. Geffry. & Lady.
Sr. G.
But I beseech you madam, wt greater aurescion
can you wish then me for husband, I haue it here,
thats satisfaction for the lustiest widdow twixt
this & london, say will you loue me, Ime in hast
& hate demurrs if you refuse, I must seeke out
I haue a little moysture, & would be loth to
hau't dride for want of exercise wt say you lady.
La:
Sir for yor loue I thanke you, for yor wealth I want
it not but yet I doe not find a disposicon' in my selfe
to marriage.
Sr G:
That will not serue my turne I am no kt
who weares the spurr of honor wt hout Rowells
to prick a woman forwards, I ride post
to marriage and resolue at the next Stage
to take my Inn vp, you haue here
two bewtifull young gallants to yor daughters
Since youle not be my wife, yet be my mother
Ile marry any of them, wc h you please
& hood her with the bagg of honor
lady what say you to this motion.
La:
My daughters wills are not in my comaund
if you can purchase either of their hearts
my free consent shall follow.
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Nay then they will fall out for me, madam I am most
fortunate in atcheiving virgins, Saue you sweet
youth, the bewties of yor Mr s crowne yor desires
are you a Suiter.
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Madam I haue occasions of importance
wishes a little privacy with you
La:
With me sweet Mr Bonuill, Sr Geffrey pray you vouchsafe
your absence at more leasure we shall discourse.
Sr G:
With all my heart Ile to the wenches.
Ext.
Bon:
Madam we are alone.
La:
You did desire we should.
Bo:
But are you sure none can oreheare vs.
La:
Vnles we be to loud, what mooues you to require
this secresie.
Bo:
I come to aske a question, wc h the winds
if I could deafe them, should not heare for feare
their repercurssiue Eccho should declare it, to all
our infamies.
La:
What ist I pray you
Bon:
Your daughter whome I was a servant to
I must deliver it in the homeliest phrase
is she dishonest.
La:
You vrge a repiticon' gentle sir, of a sad truth she is
Ban:
It cannot be in reason comprehensible a mother
should for a stranger blurr her daughters fame
were it vntruth, I am confirm'd, this favor
transcen'ds requitall, if a man misled
by error gainst the diety grosse enough
for his damnation owe a gratidute
to his converter I am engag'd to you,
for my delivery from her.
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Twas no more then what my honor oblige me
& my respect to vertue wc h in you
I should haue murdred by my silence, but
I haue not greife enough left to lament
the [mory]/[memory] of her folly; I am growne
barren of teares by weeping but the spring
is not yet quite exhausted. Weepe.
Bon:
Keepe yor teares, least the full clouds ambitious
that their drops
should mixe with yor vnteeme their big wombd laps
& rayse a suddaine Delage, gratious madam
the oftner you reherse her losse, the more
you intimate the gaine I haue acquird
by yor free bounty, wc h to me appeares
So farr transcending possibility
of satisfaction that vnles you take
my selfe for paymt I can nere discharge
a debt soe waigtie.
La:
Ist come to this, you speake misteriously,
explaine your meaneing.
Bon
To consecrate with that devotion
that holy Hermits inmolute theire prayers
my selfe the adorer of yor vertues.
La:
Are you serious.
Bo:
No scrupulous penitent, timerous yt each thought
should be a sinn, does to the preist lay ope
with halfe that verity his troubled Soule
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include all ceremony, no sooner had
your information disingagd my heart
of honoring yor daughter, but amazd
at the immensnesse of the benefit
yor goodnes had cast on me I resolud
this way to shew my gratitude
La:
But dare you knowing the daughter vicious
entertaine affection to the mother
Bo:
Dare I when I haue bin long opresd with a disease
wish pleasing health, theres virtue enough here
to excite beleife in moores yt only women
haue heauenly soules.
La:
This is admirable, did my intention tend to loue, as soone
I should embrace yor motion in that kind
as any others, wert but to afford
some small lustracon', for the wrong my daughter
intended you, nay to confesse my thoughts
I feele a strong propension in my selfe
to yeild to you, but I am loath your youth
will quickly loath me
Ent' Y: Marlove & Thurston
Y. Ma:
Madam this Gent' desires to haue you
know him for yor Sonn, tis he my Sister Clariana
with yor licence wishes for husband
La:
A proper Gent' Ime happy she has made
Soe iuditious an election
You are very welcome sir conduct him in Sonn
Ext.
Bon:
Perswade me I can hate
sleepe [afterter] after tedious watching or [erect] reiect
the wholesome ayre when I'ue bin long choakd vp
with sicklie foggs sooner shall—
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desist from protestations, or employ them
mong those who haue no more discretion
then to beleive them.
Bon:
How Lady
La:
You can in iustice now no more appeach
our mutabillities since you haue provd
So manyfestly constant, [these are arts]
Bon:
These are arts orewhelme my dull capacity with horror, inconstant.
La:
Are the light faines erected on the tops
of lofty structures stedfast wc h each wind
rules with its motion, credulous man, I thought
my daughters reall vertues, had inspired thee
with So much confidence, as not to loose
the estimation of her honor for
my bare assertion, without questioning
the time or any the least circumstance
that might confirm't, I did but this to try
yor constancy farwell.
Exit.
Bo:
what witch had duld my sense
that such a stuped [Lhet] Lethurgie should sease
my intellectuall faculties they could not
perceive this drift, if she be virtuous
as no man but an heritick to truth
would haue Imagind, how shall I excuse
my Slanderous malice, my old fire renewes
& in an instant wt h its scortching flames, burnes all suspicon̄ vp
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Peace attend you.
Bo:
what Cherubim has left the quire in heaven
and warbles peacefull Anthems to the earth
it is her voyce, that to all eares speakes health
only to myne, some charitable mist
hide me or freindly wherlewind rap me hence
or her next accent like the thiunderers will
strike me to dust.
Bel:
Sir I come not with resolution (though my innocence
may Iustly arme) to declare my truth
for I am going where yor slander cannot
(had it bin greater blast me) I desire
this for my past loue yt you'le retaine
yor wrong opinion to your selfe not labour
to possesse others with it to disgrace, or yet vnspotted family
Bo:
If you want a partner in your greife, take me along
that can teach you & all the world true Sorrow.
Bel:
Twas not don well to brand my spotles name
with Infamy, but to deride me is
inhumaine, when I only come to tell you
Ile send my prayers on charities white wings
to heauen for your prosperity.
you [greife] greiue for what for yor deliverance from a Strump
Bon:
No, but that my rauing fancy should direct
my trecherous tonge with that detested name
to afflict thy vnblemish'd purity Belisea
I do confes my error was an Act
soe grosse and heathnish, that its very sight
would haue inforcd a Crocodile to weepe
drops as sincere as does the timorous heart
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his funerall Dirge.
Bel:
Can this be possible
Bon:
No sismatick reduc'd to the true faith
can more abhorre the Error he has left
then I do mine, I do beleive thee chast
as the straight palme, as absolute from spots
as the immaculate Ermine who does choose
when he is hiunted by the frozen Rvsse
to meete the toyle, ere he defile the white
of his rich skinn what seas of teares will serue
to expiatt the scandall I haue throwne on holy Innocence
Bel:
Well I forgiue you but ere I seale yor pardon I inoyne
this as a pennance you shall now declare
the author of your wrong report
Bo:
Your Mother.
Be:
How my Mother.
Bon:
No creature else could haue inducd me to such
a madnes.
Be:
Defend me [heauen] gratious virtue is this man
not desperate of remission, that without
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soe horrible & godlesse, my disgrace
was wrong sufficient to tempt mercie yet
cause twas my owne I pardond it, but this
inferd toth piety of my guiltlesse mother
[stops all Indulgence.]
[Bo:
Will you not heare me out.]
[Bel:
Your words will deafe me]
[I doe renounce my affection to you, when]
[you can speake truth protest you loue agen.]
Exit.
[Bo:
Contempt repaid with scorne tis my desert]
[poysone soone murders a loue wounded heart]
Ext
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