Enter
PISARO
.
Pisaro
.
HOw
smugge
this
gray-eyde
Morning
seemes
to
bee
,
A
pleasant
sight
;
but
yet
more
pleasure
haue
I
To
thinke
vpon
this
moystning
Southwest
Winde
,
That
driues
my
laden
Shippes
from
fertile
Spaine
:
But
come
what
will
,
no
Winde
can
come
amisse
,
For
two
and
thirty
Windes
that
rules
the
Seas
,
And
blowes
about
this
ayerie
Region
;
Thirtie
two
Shippes
haue
I
to
equall
them
:
Whose
wealthy
fraughts
doe
make
Pisaro
rich
:
Thus
euery
Soyle
to
mee
is
naturall
:
Indeed
by
birth
,
I
am
a
Portingale
,
Who
driuen
by
Westerne
winds
on
English
shore
,
Heere
liking
of
the
soyle
,
I
maried
,
And
haue
Three
Daughters
:
But
impartiall
Death
Long
since
,
depriude
mee
of
her
dearest
life
:
Since
whose
discease
,
in
London
I
haue
dwelt
:
And
by
the
sweete
loude
trade
of
Usurie
,
Letting
for
Interest
,
and
on
Morgages
.
Doe
I
waxe
rich
,
though
many
Gentlemen
By
my
extortion
comes
to
miserie
:
Amongst
the
rest
,
three
English
Gentlemen
,
Haue
pawnde
to
mee
their
Liuings
and
their
Lands
:
Each
seuerall
hoping
,
though
their
hopes
are
vaine
,
By
mariage
of
my
Daughters
,
to
possesse
Their
Patrimonies
and
their
Landes
againe
:
But
Gold
is
sweete
,
and
they
deceiue
them-selues
;
For
though
I
guild
my
Temples
with
a
smile
,
It
is
but
Iudas-like
,
to
worke
their
endes
.
But
soft
,
What
noyse
of
footing
doe
I
heare
?
Enter
Laurentia
,
Marina
,
Mathea
,
and
Anthony
.
Laur.
Now
Maister
,
what
intend
you
to
read
to
vs
?
Anth.
Pisaro
your
Father
would
haue
me
read
morall
Philosophy
.
Mari.
What's
that
?
Anth.
First
tell
mee
how
you
like
it
?
Math.
First
tell
vs
what
it
is
.
Pisa.
They
be
my
Daughters
and
their
Schoole-maister
,
Pisaro
,
not
a
word
,
but
list
their
talke
.
Anth.
Gentlewomen
,
to
paint
Philosophy
,
Is
to
present
youth
with
so
sowre
a
dish
,
As
their
abhorring
stomackes
nill
digestes
.
When
first
my
mother
Oxford
(
Englands
pride
)
Fostred
mee
puple-like
,
with
her
rich
store
,
My
study
was
to
read
Philosophy
:
But
since
,
my
head-strong
youths
vnbridled
will
,
Scorning
the
leaden
fetters
of
restraint
,
Hath
prunde
my
feathers
to
a
higher
pitch
.
Gentlewomen
,
Morall
Philosophy
is
a
kind
of
art
,
The
most
contrary
to
your
tender
sexes
;
It
teacheth
to
be
graue
:
and
on
that
brow
,
Where
Beawtie
in
her
rarest
glory
shines
,
Plants
the
sad
semblance
of
decayed
age
:
Those
Weedes
that
with
their
riches
should
adorne
,
And
grace
faire
Natures
curious
workmanship
,
Must
be
conuerted
to
a
blacke
fac'd
vayle
,
Griefes
liuerie
,
and
Sorrowes
semblance
:
Your
food
must
be
your
hearts
aboundant
sighes
,
Steep'd
in
the
brinish
licquor
of
your
teares
:
Day-light
as
darke-night
,
darke-night
spent
in
prayer
:
Thoughts
your
companions
,
and
repentant
mindes
,
The
recreation
of
your
tired
spirits
:
Gentlewomen
,
if
you
can
like
this
modestie
,
Then
will
I
read
to
you
Philosophy
.
Laur.
Not
I
.
Mari.
Fie
vpon
it
.
Math.
Hang
vp
Philosophy
,
Ile
none
of
it
.
Pisar.
A
Tutor
said
I
;
a
Tutor
for
the
Diuell
.
Anth.
No
Gentlewomen
,
Anthony
hath
learn'd
To
read
a
Lector
of
more
pleasing
worth
.
Marina
,
read
these
lines
,
young
Haruie
sent
them
,
There
euery
line
repugnes
Philosophy
:
Then
loue
him
,
for
he
hates
the
thing
thou
hates
.
Laurentia
,
this
is
thine
from
Ferdinande
:
Thinke
euery
golden
circle
that
thou
see'st
,
The
rich
vnualued
circle
of
his
worthe
.
Mathea
,
with
these
Gloues
thy
Ned
salutes
thee
;
As
often
as
these
,
hide
these
from
the
Sunne
,
And
Wanton
steales
a
kisse
from
thy
faire
hand
,
Presents
his
seruiceable
true
harts
zeale
,
Which
waites
vpon
the
censure
of
thy
doome
:
What
though
their
Lands
be
morgag'd
to
your
Father
;
Yet
may
your
Dowries
redeeme
that
debt
:
Thinke
they
are
Gentlemen
,
and
thinke
they
loue
;
And
be
that
thought
,
their
true
loues
aduocate
.
Say
you
should
wed
for
Wealth
;
for
to
that
scope
Your
Fathers
greedy
disposition
tendes
,
The
world
would
say
,
that
you
were
had
for
Wealth
,
And
so
faire
Beawties
honour
quite
distinct
:
A
masse
of
Wealth
being
powrde
vpon
another
,
Little
augments
the
shew
,
although
the
summe
;
But
beeing
lightly
scattred
by
it selfe
,
It
doubles
what
it
seem'd
,
although
but
one
:
Euen
so
your selues
,
for
wedded
to
the
Rich
,
His
stile
was
as
it
was
,
a
Rich
man
still
:
But
wedding
these
,
to
wed
true
Loue
,
is
dutie
:
You
make
them
rich
in
Wealth
,
but
more
in
Beawtie
:
I
need
not
plead
that
smile
,
that
smile
shewes
hearts
consent
,
That
kisse
shew'd
loue
,
that
on
that
gift
was
lent
:
And
last
thine
Eyes
,
that
teares
of
true
ioy
sendes
,
As
comfortable
tidings
for
my
friends
.
Mari.
Haue
done
,
haue
done
;
what
need'st
thou
more
procure
,
When
long
ere
this
I
stoop'd
to
that
faire
lure
:
Thy
euer
louing
Haruie
I
delight
it
:
Marina
euer
louing
shall
requite
it
young
.
Teach
vs
Philosphy
?
Ile
be
no
Nunne
;
Age
scornes
Delight
,
I
loue
it
being
:
There's
not
a
word
of
this
,
not
a
words
part
,
But
shall
be
stamp'd
,
seal'd
,
printed
on
my
heart
;
On
this
Ile
read
,
on
this
my
senses
ply
:
All
Arts
being
vaine
,
but
this
Philosophy
.
Laur.
Why
was
I
made
a
Mayde
,
but
for
a
Man
?
And
why
Laurentia
,
but
for
Ferdinand
?
The
chastest
Soule
these
Angels
could
intice
?
Much
more
himselfe
,
an
Angell
of
more
price
:
were't
thy selfe
present
,
as
my
heart
could
wish
,
Such
vsage
thou
shouldst
haue
,
as
I
giue
this
.
Anth.
Then
you
would
kisse
him
?
Laur.
If
I
did
,
how
then
?
Anth.
Nay
I
say
nothing
to
it
,
but
Amen
.
Pisa.
The
Clarke
must
haue
his
fees
,
Ile
pay
you
them
.
Math.
Good
God
,
how
abiect
is
this
single
life
,
Ile
not
abide
it
;
Father
,
Friends
,
nor
Kin
,
Shall
once
disswade
me
from
affecting
:
A
man's
a
man
;
and
Ned
is
more
then
one
:
Y
fayth
Ile
haue
thee
Ned
,
or
Ile
haue
none
;
Doe
what
they
can
,
chafe
,
chide
,
or
storme
their
fill
,
Mathea
is
resolu'd
to
haue
her
will
.
Pisa.
I
can
no
longer
hold
my
patience
.
Impudent
villanie
,
and
laciuious
Girles
,
I
haue
ore-heard
your
vild
conuersions
:
You
scorne
Philosophy
:
You'le
be
no
Nunne
,
You
must
needes
kisse
the
Pursse
,
because
he
sent
it
.
And
you
forsooth
,
you
flurgill
,
minion
,
A
brat
scant
folded
in
the
dozens
at
most
,
Youle
haue
your
will
forsooth
;
What
will
you
haue
?
Math.
But
twelue
yeare
old
?
nay
Father
that's
not
so
,
Our
Sexton
told
mee
I
was
three
yeares
mo
.
Pisa.
I
say
but
twelue
:
you'r
best
tell
mee
I
lye
.
What
sirra
Anthony
.
Anth.
Heere
sir
.
Pisa.
Come
here
sir
,
&
you
light
huswiues
get
you
in
:
Stare
not
vpon
me
,
moue
me
not
to
ire
:
Exeunt
sisters
.
Nay
sirra
stay
you
here
,
Ile
talke
with
you
:
Did
I
retaine
thee
(
villaine
)
in
my
house
,
Gaue
thee
a
stipend
twenty
Markes
by
yeare
,
And
hast
thou
thus
infected
my
three
Girles
,
Vrging
the
loue
of
those
,
I
most
abhord
;
Vnthrifts
,
Beggers
;
what
is
worse
,
And
all
because
they
are
your
Country-men
?
Anth.
Why
sir
,
I
taught
them
not
to
keepe
a
Marchants
Booke
,
or
cast
accompt
:
yet
to
a
word
much
like
that
word
Accounte
.
Pisa.
A
Knaue
past
grace
,
is
past
recouerie
.
Why
sirra
Frisco
,
Villaine
,
Loggerhead
,
where
art
thou
?
Enter
Frisco
,
the
Clowne
.
Frisc.
Heere's
a
calling
indeed
;
a
man
were
better
to
liue
a
Lords
life
and
doe
nothing
,
then
a
Seruing
creature
,
and
neuer
be
idle
.
Oh
Maister
,
what
a
messe
of
Brewesse
standes
now
vpon
the
poynt
of
spoyling
by
your
hastinesse
;
why
they
were
able
to
haue
got
a
good
Stomacke
with
child
euen
with
the
sight
of
them
;
and
for
a
Vapour
,
oh
precious
Vapour
,
let
but
a
Wench
come
neere
them
with
a
Painted
face
,
and
you
should
see
the
Paint
drop
and
curdle
on
her
Cheekes
,
like
a
peece
of
dry
Essex
Cheese
toasted
at
the
fire
.
Pisa.
Well
sirra
,
leaue
this
thought
,
&
minde
my
words
,
Giue
diligence
,
inquire
about
For
one
that
is
expert
in
Languages
,
A
good
Musitian
,
and
a
French-man
borne
;
And
bring
him
hither
to
instruct
my
Daughters
,
Ile
nere
trust
more
a
smooth-fac'd
English-man
.
Frisc.
What
,
must
I
bring
one
that
can
speake
Languages
?
what
an
old
Asse
is
my
Maister
;
why
he
may
speake
flaunte
taunte
as
well
as
French
,
for
I
cannot
vnderstand
him
.
Pisa.
If
he
speake
French
,
thus
he
will
say
,
Awee
awee
:
What
,
canst
thou
remember
it
?
Frisc.
Oh
,
I
haue
it
now
,
for
I
remember
my
great
Grandfathers
Grandmothers
sisters
coosen
told
mee
,
that
Pigges
and
French-men
,
speake
one
Language
,
awee
awee
;
I
am
Dogg
at
this
:
But
what
must
he
speake
else
?
Pisa.
Dutch
.
Frisc.
Let's
heare
it
?
Pisa.
Haunce
butterkin
slowpin
.
Fris.
Oh
this
is
nothing
,
for
I
can
speake
perfect
Dutch
when
I
list
.
Pisa.
Can
you
,
I
pray
let's
heare
some
?
Frisc.
Nay
I
must
haue
my
mouth
full
of
Meate
first
,
and
then
you
shall
heare
me
grumble
it
foorth
full
mouth
,
as
Haunce
Butterkin
slowpin
frokin
:
No
,
I
am
a
simple
Dutchman
:
Well
,
Ile
about
it
.
Pisa.
Stay
sirra
,
you
are
too
hastie
;
for
hee
must
speake
one
Language
more
.
Frisc.
More
Languages
?
I
trust
he
shall
haue
Tongues
enough
for
one
mouth
:
But
what
is
the
third
?
Pisa.
Italian
.
Fris.
Why
that
is
the
easiest
of
all
,
for
I
can
tell
whether
he
haue
any
Italian
in
him
euen
by
looking
on
him
.
Pisa.
Can
you
so
,
as
how
?
Frisc.
Marry
by
these
three
poynts
;
a
Wanton
Eye
.
Pride
in
his
Apparell
,
and
the
Diuell
in
his
Countenance
.
Well
,
God
keepe
me
from
the
Diuel
in
seeking
this
French-man
:
But
doe
you
heare
mee
Maister
,
what
shall
my
fellow
Anthony
doe
,
it
seemes
he
shall
serue
for
nothing
but
to
put
Lattin
into
my
young
Mistresses
.
Exit
Frisco
.
Pisa.
Hence
asse
,
hence
loggerhead
,
begon
I
say
.
And
now
to
you
that
reades
Philosophy
,
Packe
from
my
house
,
I
doe
discharge
thy
seruice
,
And
come
not
neere
my
dores
;
for
if
thou
dost
,
Ile
make
thee
a
publike
example
to
the
world
.
Antho.
Well
crafty
Fox
,
you
that
worke
by
wit
,
It
may
be
,
I
may
liue
to
fit
you
yet
.
Exit
Antho.
Pisa.
Ah
sirra
,
this
tricke
was
spide
in
time
,
For
if
but
two
such
Lectures
more
they'd
heard
,
For
euer
had
their
honest
names
been
marde
:
Ile
in
and
rate
them
:
yet
that's
not
best
,
The
Girles
are
wilfull
,
and
seueritie
May
make
them
carelesse
,
mad
,
or
desperate
.
What
shall
I
doe
?
Oh!
I
haue
found
it
now
,
There
are
three
wealthy
Marchants
in
the
Towne
,
All
Strangers
,
and
my
very
speciall
friendes
,
The
one
of
them
is
an
Italian
:
A
French-man
,
and
a
Dutch-man
,
be
the
other
:
These
three
intyrely
doe
affect
my
Daughters
,
And
therefore
meane
I
,
they
shall
haue
the
tongues
,
That
they
may
answere
in
their
seuerall
Language
:
But
what
helpes
that
?
they
must
not
stay
so
long
,
For
whiles
they
are
a
learning
Languages
,
My
English
Youths
,
both
wed
,
and
bed
them
too
:
Which
to
preuent
,
Ile
seeke
the
Strangers
out
,
Let's
looke
:
tis
past
aleauen
,
Exchange
time
full
,
There
shall
I
meete
them
,
and
conferre
with
them
,
This
worke
craues
hast
,
my
Daughters
must
be
Wedde
,
For
one
Months
stay
,
sayth
farrewell
Mayden
head
.
Exit
.
Enter
Haruie
,
Heigham
,
and
Walgraue
.
Heigh.
Come
Gentlemen
,
w'are
almost
at
the
house
,
I
promise
you
this
walke
ore
Tower-hill
,
Of
all
the
places
London
can
afforde
,
Hath
sweetest
Ayre
,
and
fitting
our
desires
.
Haru.
Good
reason
,
so
it
leades
to
Croched-Fryers
Where
old
Pisaro
,
and
his
Daughters
dwell
,
Looke
to
your
feete
,
the
broad
way
leades
to
Hell
:
They
say
Hell
standes
below
,
downe
in
the
deepe
,
Ile
downe
that
Hill
,
where
such
good
Wenches
keepe
,
But
sirra
Ned
,
what
sayes
Mathea
to
thee
?
Wilt
fadge
?
wilt
fadge
?
What
,
will
it
be
a
match
?
Walg.
A
match
say
you
?
a
mischiefe
twill
as
soone
:
Should
I
can
scarce
begin
to
speake
to
her
,
But
I
am
interrupted
by
her
father
.
Ha
,
what
say
you
?
and
then
put
ore
his
snoute
,
Able
to
shaddow
Powles
,
it
is
so
great
.
Well
,
tis
no
matter
,
sirrs
,
this
is
his
House
,
Knocke
for
the
Churle
bid
him
bring
out
his
Daughter
;
Ile
,
sbloud
I
will
,
though
I
be
hanged
for
it
,
Heigh.
Hoyda
,
hoyda
,
nothing
with
you
but
vp
&
ride
,
Youle
be
within
,
ere
you
can
reach
the
Dore
,
And
haue
the
Wench
,
before
you
compasse
her
:
You
are
too
hastie
,
Pisaro
is
a
man
,
Not
to
be
fedde
with
Words
,
but
wonne
with
Gold
.
But
who
comes
heere
?
Enter
Anthony
.
Walg.
Whom
,
Anthony
our
friend
?
Say
man
,
how
fares
our
Loues
?
How
doth
Mathea
?
Can
she
loue
Ned
?
how
doth
she
like
my
sute
?
Will
old
Pisaro
take
me
for
his
Sonne
;
For
I
thanke
God
,
he
kindly
takes
our
Landes
,
Swearing
,
Good
Gentlemen
you
shall
not
want
,
Whilst
old
Pisaro
,
and
his
credite
holds
:
He
will
be
damn'd
the
Roage
,
before
he
do't
?
Haru.
Prethy
talke
milder
:
let
but
thee
alone
,
And
thou
in
one
bare
hower
will
aske
him
more
,
Then
heele
remember
in
a
hundred
yeares
:
Come
from
him
Anthony
,
and
say
what
newes
?
Antho.
The
newes
for
me
is
badd
;
and
this
it
is
:
Pisaro
hath
discharg'd
me
of
his
seruice
.
Heigh.
Discharg'd
thee
of
his
seruice
;
for
what
cause
?
Anth.
Nothing
,
but
that
his
Daughters
learne
Philosophy
.
Haru.
Maydes
should
reade
,
that
it
teacheth
modestie
.
Antho.
I
,
but
I
left
out
mediocritie
,
And
with
effectuall
reasons
,
vrgd
your
loues
.
Walg.
The
fault
was
small
,
we
three
will
to
thy
Maister
And
begge
thy
pardon
.
Antho.
Oh
,
that
cannot
be
,
Hee
hates
you
farre
worser
,
then
he
hates
me
;
For
all
the
loue
he
shewes
,
is
for
your
Lands
,
Which
he
hopes
sure
will
fall
into
his
hands
:
Yet
Gentlemen
,
this
comfort
take
of
me
,
His
Daughters
to
your
loues
affected
be
:
Their
father
is
abroad
,
they
three
at
home
,
Goe
chearely
in
,
and
cease
that
is
your
owne
:
And
for
my selfe
,
but
grace
what
I
intend
,
Ile
ouerreach
the
Churle
,
and
helpe
my
Frend
.
Heigh.
Build
on
our
helpes
,
and
but
deuise
the
meanes
.
Antho.
Pisaro
did
commaund
Frisco
his
man
,
(
A
simple
sotte
,
kept
onely
but
for
myrth
)
To
inquire
about
in
London
for
a
man
,
That
were
a
French-man
and
Musitian
,
To
be
(
as
I
suppose
)
his
Daughters
Tutor
:
Him
if
you
meete
,
as
like
enough
you
shall
,
He
will
inquire
of
you
of
his
affayres
;
Then
make
him
answere
,
you
three
came
from
Paules
,
And
in
the
middle
walke
,
one
you
espide
,
Fit
for
his
purpose
;
then
discribe
this
Cloake
,
This
Beard
and
Hatte
:
for
in
this
borrowed
shape
,
Must
I
beguile
and
ouer-reach
the
Foole
:
The
Maydes
must
be
acquainted
with
this
drift
.
The
Doore
doth
ope
,
I
dare
not
stay
reply
,
Least
beeing
discride
:
Gentlemen
adue
,
And
helpe
him
now
,
that
oft
hath
helped
you
.
Exit
.
Enter
Frisco
the
Clowne
.
Wal.
How
now
sirra
,
whither
are
you
going
?
Fris.
Whither
am
I
going
,
how
shall
I
tell
you
,
when
I
doe
not
know
my selfe
,
nor
vnderstand
my selfe
?
Heigh.
What
dost
thou
meane
by
that
?
Frisc.
Marry
sir
,
I
am
seeking
a
Needle
in
a
Bottle
of
Hay
,
a
Monster
in
the
liknesse
of
a
Man
:
one
that
in
stead
of
good
morrow
,
asketh
what
Porrage
you
haue
to
Dinner
,
Parley
vous
signiour
?
one
that
neuer
washes
his
fingers
,
but
lickes
them
cleane
with
kisses
;
a
clipper
of
the
Kings
English
:
and
to
conclude
,
an
eternall
enemie
to
all
good
Language
.
Haru.
What's
this
?
what's
this
?
Fris.
Doe
not
you
smell
me
?
Well
,
I
perceiue
that
witte
doth
not
always
dwel
in
a
Satten-dublet
:
why
,
tis
a
Frenchman
,
Bassimon
cue
,
how
doe
you
?
Haru.
I
thanke
you
sir
,
but
tell
me
what
wouldest
thou
doe
with
a
French-man
:
Fris.
Nay
fayth
,
I
would
doe
nothing
with
him
,
vnlesse
I
set
him
to
teach
Parrets
to
speake
:
marry
the
old
Asse
my
Maister
,
would
haue
him
to
teach
his
Daughters
,
though
I
trust
the
whole
world
sees
,
that
there
be
such
in
his
house
that
can
serue
his
Daughters
turne
,
as
well
as
the
proudest
French-man
:
but
if
you
be
good
laddes
,
tell
me
where
I
may
finde
such
a
man
?
Heigh.
We
will
,
goe
hye
thee
straight
to
Paules
,
There
shalt
thou
find
one
fitting
thy
desire
;
Thou
soone
mayst
know
him
,
for
his
Beard
is
blacke
,
Such
is
his
rayment
,
if
thou
runn'st
appace
,
Thou
canst
not
misse
him
Frisco
.
Fris.
Lord
,
Lord
,
how
shall
poore
Phrisco
rewarde
your
rich
tydings
Gentlemen
:
I
am
yours
till
Shrouetewesday
,
for
then
change
I
my
Coppy
,
&
looke
like
nothing
but
Red-Herring
Cobbes
,
and
Stock-Fish
;
yet
Ile
doe
somewhat
for
you
in
the
meane
time
:
my
Maister
is
abroad
,
and
my
young
Mistresses
at
home
:
if
you
can
doe
any
good
on
them
before
the
French-man
corne
,
why
so
?
Ah
Gentlemen
,
doe
not
suffer
a
litter
of
Languages
to
spring
vp
amongst
vs
:
I
must
to
the
Walke
in
Paules
,
you
to
the
Vestrie
.
Gentlemen
,
as
to
my selfe
,
and
so
foorth
.
Exit
Frisco
,
Haru.
Fooles
tell
the
truth
men
say
,
and
so
may
he
:
Wenches
we
come
now
,
Loue
our
conduct
be
.
Ned
,
knocke
at
the
doore
:
but
soft
forbeare
;
Enter
Lawrentia
,
Marina
,
and
Mathea
.
The
Cloude
breakes
vp
,
and
our
three
Sunnes
appeare
.
To
this
I
fly
,
shine
bright
my
liues
sole
stay
,
And
make
griefes
night
a
gloryous
summers
day
.
Mari.
Gentlemen
,
how
welcome
you
are
here
,
Guesse
by
our
lookes
,
for
other
meanes
by
feare
Preuented
is
:
our
fathers
quicke
returne
Forbidds
the
welcome
,
else
we
would
haue
done
.
Walg.
Mathea
,
How
these
faythfull
thoughts
obey
,
Mat.
No
more
sweet
loue
,
I
know
what
thou
would'st
say
:
You
say
you
loue
me
,
so
I
wish
you
still
,
Loue
hath
loues
hier
,
being
ballancst
with
good
will
:
But
say
;
come
you
to
vs
,
or
come
you
rather
To
pawne
more
Lands
for
mony
to
our
father
?
I
know
tis
so
,
a
Gods
name
spend
at
large
:
What
man
?
our
mariage
day
will
all
discharge
;
Our
father
(
by
his
leaue
)
must
pardon
vs
,
Age
saue
of
age
,
of
nothing
can
discusse
:
But
in
our
loues
,
the
prouerbe
weele
fulfill
:
Women
and
Maydes
,
must
alwayes
haue
their
will
.
Heigh.
Say
thou
as
much
,
and
adde
life
to
this
Coarse
,
Law.
Your selfe
&
your
good
news
doth
more
enforce
:
How
these
haue
set
forth
loue
by
all
their
witte
,
I
sweare
in
heart
,
I
more
then
double
it
.
Sisters
be
glad
,
for
he
hath
made
it
playne
,
The
meanes
to
get
our
Schoole-maister
againe
:
But
Gentlemen
,
for
this
time
cease
our
loues
,
This
open
streete
perhaps
suspition
moues
,
Fayne
we
would
stay
,
bid
you
walke
in
more
rather
,
But
that
we
feare
the
comming
of
our
father
:
Goe
to
th'
Exchange
,
craue
Gold
as
you
intend
,
Pisaro
scrapes
for
vs
;
for
vs
you
spend
:
We
say
farewell
,
more
sadlier
be
bold
,
Then
would
my
greedy
father
to
his
Gold
:
Wee
here
,
you
there
,
aske
Gold
;
and
Gold
you
shall
:
Weele
pay
the
intrest
,
and
the
principall
.
Exeunt
Sisters
Walg.
That's
my
good
Girles
,
and
Ile
pay
you
for
all
.
Haru.
Come
to
th'
Exchange
,
and
when
I
feele
decay
,
Send
me
such
Wenches
,
Heauens
I
still
shall
pray
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Pisaro
,
Delion
the
Frenchman
,
Vandalle
the
Dutchman
,
Aluaro
the
Italian
,
and
other
Marchants
,
at
seuerall
doores
.
Pisa.
Good
morrow
,
M.
Strangers
.
Strang.
Good
morrow
sir
.
Pisaro
.
This
(
louing
friends
)
hath
thus
emboldned
me
,
For
knowing
the
affection
and
the
loue
Maister
Vandalle
,
that
you
beare
my
Daughter
:
Likwise
,
and
that
with
ioy
considering
too
,
you
Mounsier
Delion
,
would
faine
dispatch
:
I
promise
you
,
mee thinkes
the
time
did
fit
,
And
does
bir-Lady
too
,
in
mine
aduice
,
This
day
to
clap
a
full
conclusion
vp
:
And
therefore
made
I
bold
to
call
on
you
,
Meaning
(
our
businesse
done
here
at
the
Burse
)
That
you
at
mine
intreaty
should
walke
home
,
And
take
in
worth
such
Viands
as
I
haue
:
And
then
we
would
,
and
so
I
hope
we
shall
,
Loosely
tye
vp
the
knot
that
you
desire
,
But
for
a
day
or
two
;
and
then
Church
rites
Shall
sure
conforme
,
confirme
,
and
make
all
fast
.
Vand.
Seker
Mester
Pisaro
,
mee
do
so
groterly
dancke
you
,
dat
you
macke
mee
so
sure
of
de
Wench
,
datt
ic
can
neit
dancke
you
genough
.
Delio.
Monsieur
Pisaro
,
mon
pere
,
mon
Vadere
,
Oh
de
grande
ioye
you
giue
me
(
oconte
)
mee
sal
go
home
to
your
House
,
sal
eat
your
Bakon
,
sal
eat
your
Beefe
,
and
shal
tacke
de
Wench
,
de
fine
Damoysella
.
Pisa.
You
shall
,
and
welcome
;
welcome
as
my
soule
:
But
were
my
third
Sonne
sweete
Aluaro
heere
,
Wee
would
not
stay
at
the
Exchange
to day
,
But
hye
vs
home
and
there
end
our
affayres
.
Enter
Moore
,
and
Towerson
.
Moore
.
Good
day
maister
Pisaro
.
Pisa.
Maister
Moore
,
marry
with
all
my
heart
good
morrow
sir
;
What
newes
?
What
newes
?
Moore
.
This
Marchant
heere
my
friend
,
would
speake
with
you
.
Tower.
Sir
,
this
iolly
South-west
wind
with
gentle
blast
,
Hath
driuen
home
our
long
expected
Shippes
,
All
laden
with
the
wealth
of
ample
Spaine
,
And
but
a
day
is
past
since
they
ariude
Safely
at
Plimmouth
,
where
they
yet
abide
.
Pisa.
Thankes
is
too
small
a
guerdon
for
such
newes
.
How
like
you
this
Newes
friends
?
Maister
Vandalle
,
Heer's
somewhat
towards
for
my
Daughters
Dowrie
:
Heer's
somewhat
more
then
we
did
yet
expect
.
Tower.
But
heare
you
sir
,
my
businesse
is
not
done
;
From
these
same
Shippes
I
did
receiue
these
lines
,
And
there
inclosde
this
same
Bill
of
exchange
,
To
pay
at
sight
;
if
so
you
please
accept
it
.
Pisa.
Accept
it
,
why
?
What
sir
should
I
accept
,
Haue
you
receiued
Letters
,
and
not
I
?
Where
is
this
lazie
villaine
,
this
slow
Poast
:
What
,
brings
he
euery
man
his
Letters
home
,
And
makes
mee
no bodie
;
does
hee
,
does
hee
?
I
would
not
haue
you
bring
me
counterfeit
;
And
if
you
doe
,
assure
you
I
shall
smell
it
:
I
know
my
Factors
writing
well
enough
.
Tower.
You
doe
sir
;
then
see
your
Factors
writing
:
I
scorne
as
much
as
you
,
to
counterfeite
,
Pisa.
Tis
well
you
doe
sir
.
Enter
Haruie
,
Walgraue
,
and
Heighun
.
What
Maister
Walgraue
,
and
my
other
frindes
:
You
are
growne
strangers
to
Pisaros
house
,
I
pray
make
bold
with
me
.
Walsg.
I
,
with
your
Daughters
You
may
be
sworne
,
weele
be
as
bold
as
may
be
.
Pisa.
Would
you
haue
ought
with
me
,
I
pray
now
speak
.
Heigh.
Sir
,
I
thinke
you
vnderstand
our
sute
,
By
the
repayring
we
haue
had
to
you
:
Gentlemen
you
know
,
must
want
no
Coyne
,
Nor
are
they
slaues
vnto
it
,
when
they
haue
:
You
may
perceiue
our
minds
;
What
say
you
to't
?
Pisa.
Gentlemen
all
,
I
loue
you
all
:
Which
more
to
manifest
,
this
after noone
Betweene
the
howers
of
two
and
three
repaire
to
mee
;
And
were
it
halfe
the
substance
that
I
haue
,
Whilst
it
is
mine
,
tis
yours
to
commaunde
.
But
Gentlemen
,
as
I
haue
regard
to
you
,
So
doe
I
wish
you'll
haue
respect
to
mee
:
You
know
that
all
of
vs
are
mortall
men
,
Subiect
to
change
and
mutabilitie
;
You
may
,
or
I
may
,
soone
pitch
ore
the
Pearch
,
Or
so
,
or
so
,
haue
contrary
crosses
:
Wherefore
I
deeme
but
meere
equitie
,
That
some
thing
may
betwixt
vs
be
to
shew
.
Heigh.
M.
Pisaro
,
within
this
two
months
without
faile
,
We
will
repay
.
Enter
Browne
.
Browne
.
God
saue
you
Gentlemen
.
Gentlemen
.
Good
morrow
sin
.
Pisa.
What
M.
Browne
,
the
onely
man
I
wisht
for
,
Does
your
price
fall
?
what
shall
I
haue
these
Cloathes
?
For
I
would
ship
them
straight
away
for
Stoade
:
I
doe
wish
you
my
Mony
fore
another
.
Brow.
Fayth
you
know
my
price
sir
,
if
you
haue
them
.
Pisa.
You
are
to
deare
in
sadnesse
,
maister
Heigham
:
You
were
about
to
say
somewhat
,
pray
proceede
.
Heigh.
Then
this
it
was
:
those
Landes
that
are
not
morgag'd
Enter
Post
.
Post
.
God
blesse
your
worship
.
Pisaro
.
I
must
craue
pardon
;
Oh
sirra
,
are
you
come
?
Walg.
Hoyda
,
hoyda
;
Whats
the
matter
now
;
Sure
,
yonder
fellow
will
be
torne
in
peeces
.
Haru.
Whats
hee
,
sweete
youths
;
that
so
they
flocke
about
:
What
old
Pisaro
tainted
with
this
madnesse
?
Heigh.
Vpon
my
life
,
tis
some body
bringes
newes
;
The
Courte
breakes
vp
,
and
wee
shall
know
their
Counsell
:
Looke
,
looke
,
how
busely
they
fall
to
reading
.
Pisa.
I
am
the
last
,
you
should
haue
kept
it
still
:
Well
,
we
shall
see
what
newes
you
bring
with
you
;
Our
duty
premised
,
and
we
haue
sent
vnto
your
worship
Sacke
,
siuill
Oyles
,
Pepper
,
Barbery
sugar
,
and
such
other
commodities
as
we
thought
most
requisite
,
we
wanted
mony
therefore
we
are
fayne
to
take
vp
200.
l.
of
Maister
Towersons
man
,
which
by
a
bill
of
Exchange
sent
to
him
,
we
would
request
your
worship
pay
accordingly
.
You
shall
commaund
sir
,
you
shall
commaunde
sir
,
The
newes
here
is
,
that
the
English
shipes
,
the
Fortune
,
your
shipe
,
the
aduenture
and
good
lucke
of
London
coasting
along
by
Italy
Towards
Turky
,
were
set
vpon
by
to
Spanish-galleis
,
what
became
of
them
we
know
not
,
but
doubt
much
by
reason
of
the
weathers
calmnesse
.
Pisa
How
ist
six
to
one
the
weather
calme
,
Now
afore
God
who
would
not
doubt
their
safety
,
A
plague
vpon
these
Spanish-galli
Pirattes
,
Roaring
Caribdis
,
or
deuowring
Scilla
,
Were
halfe
such
terrour
to
the
anticke
world
,
As
these
same
anticke
Villaines
now
of
late
,
Haue
made
the
Straights
twixt
Spaine
and
Barbary
.
Tower
Now
sir
,
what
doth
your
Factors
letters
say
?
Pisa.
Marrie
he
saith
,
these
witlesse
lucklesse
doults
,
Haue
met
,
and
are
beset
with
Spanish
Gallies
,
As
they
did
saile
along
by
Italy
:
What
a
bots
made
the
dolts
neere
Italy
,
Could
they
not
keepe
the
coast
of
Barbary
,
Or
hauing
past
it
,
gone
for
Tripoly
,
Beeing
on
the
other
side
of
Sicily
,
As
neere
,
as
where
they
were
vnto
the
Straights
:
For
by
the
Gloabe
,
both
Tripoly
and
it
,
Lie
from
the
Straights
some
twentie
fiue
degrees
;
And
each
degree
makes
three-score
english
miles
?
Tower.
Very
true
sir
:
But
it
makes
nothing
to
my
Bill
of
exchange
:
this
dealing
fits
not
one
of
your
account
.
Pisa.
And
what
fits
yours
?
a
prating
wrangling
toung
,
A
womans
ceaselesse
and
incessant
babling
,
That
sees
the
world
turnd
topsie
turuie
with
me
;
Yet
hath
not
so
much
witte
to
stay
a
while
,
Till
I
bemone
my
late
excessiue
losse
.
Walg.
S'wounds
tis
dinner
time
,
Ile
stay
no
longer
:
Harke
you
a
word
sir
.
Pisa.
I
tell
you
sir
,
it
would
haue
made
you
whine
Worse
then
if
shooles
of
lucklesse
croking
Rauens
,
Had
ceasd
on
you
to
feed
their
famisht
paunches
:
Had
you
heard
newes
of
such
a
rauenous
rout
,
Ready
to
cease
on
halfe
the
wealth
you
haue
.
Wal.
Sbloud
you
might
haue
kept
at
home
&
be
hangd
,
What
a
pox
care
I
.
Enter
a
Post
.
Post
.
God
saue
your
worship
,
a
little
mony
and
so
forth
.
Pisa.
But
men
are
sencelesse
now
of
others
woe
,
This
stony
age
is
growne
so
stony
harted
,
That
none
respects
their
neighbours
miseries
,
I
wish
(
as
Poets
doe
)
that
Saturnes
times
The
long
out
worne
world
weare
in
vse
againe
,
That
men
might
sayle
without
impediment
.
Post
.
I
marry
sir
that
were
a
merry
world
indeede
,
I
would
hope
to
gette
more
mony
of
your
worship
in
one
quarter
of
a
yeare
,
then
I
can
doe
now
in
a
whole
twelue-moneth
.
Enter
Balsaro
.
Balsa.
Maister
Pisaro
how
I
haue
runne
about
,
How
I
haue
toyld
to day
to
finde
you
out
,
At
home
,
abroade
,
at
this
mans
house
,
at
that
,
Why
I
was
here
an
hower
agoe
and
more
,
Where
I
was
tould
you
were
,
but
could
not
finde
you
.
Pisa.
Fayth
sir
I
was
here
but
was
driuen
home
,
Heres
such
a
common
hant
of
Crack-rope
boyes
,
That
what
for
feare
to
haue
m'apparell
spoyld
,
Or
my
Ruffes
durted
,
or
Eyes
strucke
out
:
I
dare
not
walke
where
people
doe
expect
mee
:
Well
,
things
(
I
thinke
)
might
be
better
lookt
vnto
,
And
such
Coyne
to
,
which
is
bestowde
on
Knaues
,
Which
should
,
but
doe
not
see
things
be
reformd
,
Might
be
imployde
to
many
better
vses
:
But
what
of
beardlesse
Boyes
,
or
such
like
trash
;
The
Spanish
Gallies
:
Oh
,
a
vengeance
on
them
.
Post
.
Masse
,
this
man
hath
the
lucke
on't
,
I
thinke
I
can
scarce
euer
come
to
him
for
money
,
but
this
a
vengeance
on
,
and
that
a
vengeance
on't
,
doth
so
trouble
him
,
that
I
can
get
no
Coyne
:
Well
,
a
vengeance
on't
for
my
part
;
for
he
shall
fetch
the
next
Letters
him selfe
.
Browne
.
I
prethee
,
when
thinkst
thou
the
Ships
will
be
come
about
from
Plimmouth
?
Post
.
Next
weeke
,
sir
.
Heigh.
Came
you
sir
from
Spaine
lately
?
Post
.
I
sir
;
Why
aske
you
that
?
Ha.
Marry
sir
,
thou
seemes
to
haue
bin
in
the
hot
countries
,
thy
face
looks
so
like
a
peece
of
rusty
Bacon
:
had
thy
Host
at
Plimmoth
meat
enough
in
the
house
,
whē
thou
wert
there
?
Post
.
What
though
he
had
not
sir
?
but
he
had
,
how
then
?
Haru.
Marry
thanke
God
for
it
;
for
otherwise
,
he
would
doubtles
haue
Cut
thee
out
in
Rashers
to
haue
eaten
thee
;
thou
look'st
as
thou
weart
through
broyld
already
.
Post
.
You
haue
sayd
sir
;
but
I
am
no
meare
for
his
moing
,
nor
yours
neither
:
If
I
had
you
in
place
where
,
you
should
find
me
tough
enough
in
disgestion
,
I
warrant
you
.
Walgr,
What
will
you
swagger
sirra
,
will
yee
swagger
?
Brow.
I
beseech
you
Sir
,
hold
your
hand
;
Gette
home
yee
patch
,
cannot
you
suffer
Gentlemen
Iest
with
you
?
Post
.
Ide
teach
him
a
Gentle
tricke
and
I
had
him
of
the
burse
;
but
Ile
watch
him
a
good
turne
I
warrant
him
.
Moor.
Assure
yee
maister
Towerson
,
I
cannot
blame
him
,
I
warrant
you
it
is
no
easie
losse
;
How
thinke
you
maister
Stranger
?
by
my
fayth
sir
,
Ther's
twentie
Marchants
will
be
sorry
for
it
,
That
shall
be
partners
with
him
in
his
losse
.
Stra.
Why
sir
,
whats
the
matter
.
Moor.
The
Spanish-gallies
haue
besette
our
shippes
,
That
lately
were
bound
out
for
Siria
.
March
.
What
not
?
I
promise
you
I
am
sorry
for
it
.
Walg.
What
an
old
Asse
is
this
to
keepe
vs
here
:
Maister
Pisaro
,
pray
dispatch
vs
hence
.
Pisa.
Maister
Vandalle
I
confesse
I
wronge
you
;
But
Ile
but
talke
a
word
or
two
with
him
,
and
straight
turne
to
you
.
Ah
sir
,
and
how
then
y
fayth
?
Heigh.
Turne
to
vs
,
turne
to
the
Gallowes
if
you
will
,
Haru.
Tis
Midsomer-Moone
with
him
:
let
him
alone
,
He
call's
Ned
Walgraue
,
Maister
Vandalle
.
Walg.
Let
it
be
shrouetide
,
Ile
not
stay
an
ynche
maister
Pisaro
.
Pisa.
What
should
you
feare
:
ende
as
I
haue
vow'd
before
,
So
now
againe
;
my
Daughters
shalbe
yours
:
And
therefore
I
beseech
you
and
your
friendes
,
Deferre
your
businesse
till
Dinner
time
;
And
what
youd
say
,
keepe
it
for
table
talke
.
Haru.
Marrie
and
shall
;
a
right
good
motion
:
Sirrs
,
old
Pisaro
is
growne
kind
of
late
,
And
in
pure
loue
,
hath
bid
vs
home
to
dinner
.
Heigh.
Good
newes
in
truth
:
But
wherfore
art
thou
sad
?
Walg.
For
feare
the
slaue
ere
it
be
dinner
time
,
Remembring
what
he
did
,
recall
his
word
:
For
by
his
idle
speaches
,
you
may
sweare
,
His
heart
was
not
confederat
with
his
tongue
.
Haru.
Tut
neuer
doubt
,
keepe
stomacks
till
anone
,
And
then
we
shall
haue
cates
to
feede
vpon
.
Pisa.
Well
sir
,
since
things
doe
fall
so
crossly
out
,
I
must
dispose
my selfe
to
patience
:
But
for
your
businesse
,
doe
you
assure
your selfe
,
At
my
repayring
home
from
the
Exchange
,
Ile
set
a
helping
hand
vnto
the
same
.
Enter
Aluaro
the
Jtalian
.
Alua.
Bon
iurno
signeour
Padre
,
why
be
de
malancollie
so
much
,
and
graue
in
you
a
:
wat
Newes
make
you
looke
so
naught
?
Pisa.
Naught
is
too
good
an
epithite
by
much
,
For
to
distinguish
such
contrariousnesse
:
Hath
not
swift
Fame
told
you
our
slow
sailde
Shippes
Haue
been
ore-taken
by
the
swift
saile
Gallies
,
And
all
my
cared-for
goods
within
the
lurch
Of
that
same
Catterpiller
brood
of
Spaine
.
Alua.
Signor
si
,
how
de
Spaniola
haue
almost
tacke
de
Ship
dat
go
for
Turkie
:
my
Pader
,
harke
you
me
on
word
,
I
haue
receiue
vn
lettre
from
my
Factor
de
Vennise
,
dat
after
vn
piculo
battalion
,
for
vn
halfe
howre
de
come
a
Winde
fra
de
North
,
&
de
Sea
go
tumble
here
,
&
tumble
dare
,
dat
make
de
Gallies
run
away
for
feare
be
almost
drownde
.
Pisa.
How
sir
;
did
the
Winde
rise
at
North
,
and
Seas
waxe
rough
:
and
were
the
Gallies
therefore
glad
to
fly
?
Alu.
Signior
si
,
&
de
Ship
go
drite
on
de
Iscola
de
Candy
.
Pisa.
Wert
thou
not
my
Aluaro
my
beloued
,
One
whom
I
know
does
dearely
count
of
mee
,
Much
should
I
doubt
me
that
some
scoffing
lacke
,
Had
sent
thee
in
the
middest
of
all
my
griefes
,
To
tell
a
feigned
tale
of
happy
lucke
.
Alua.
Wil
you
no
beleuue
me
?
see
dare
dan
,
see
de
lettre
.
Pisa.
What
is
this
world
?
or
what
this
state
of
man
,
How
in
a
moment
curst
,
in
a
trice
blest
?
But
euen
now
my
happie
state
gan
fade
,
And
now
againe
,
my
state
is
happie
made
,
My
Goods
all
safe
,
my
Ships
all
scapt
away
,
And
none
to
bring
me
newes
of
such
good
lucke
,
But
whom
the
Heauens
haue
markt
to
be
my
Sonne
:
Were
I
a
Lord
as
great
as
Alexander
,
None
should
more
willingly
be
made
mine
Heyre
Then
thee
thou
golden
tongue
,
thou
good-newes
teller
Ioy
stops
my
mouth
.
The
Exchange
Bell
rings
.
Balsa.
M.
Pisaro
,
the
day
is
late
,
the
Bell
doth
ring
:
Wilt
please
you
hasten
to
performe
this
businesse
?
Pisa.
What
businesse
sir
?
Gods
mee
,
I
cry
you
mercie
:
Doe
it
,
yes
sir
,
you
shall
commaund
me
more
.
Tower.
But
sir
,
What
doe
you
meane
,
doe
you
intend
To
pay
this
Bill
,
or
else
to
palter
with
mee
?
Pisa.
Marry
God
sheild
,
that
I
should
palter
with
you
:
I
doe
accept
it
,
and
come
when
you
please
;
You
shall
haue
money
,
you
shall
haue
your
money
due
.
Post
.
I
beseech
your
worship
to
consider
mee
.
Pisa.
Oh
,
you
cannot
cogge
:
Goe
to
,
take
that
,
Pray
for
my
life
:
pray
that
I
haue
good
lucke
,
And
thou
shalt
see
,
I
will
not
be
thy
worst
maister
.
Post
.
Marry
God
blesse
your
Worship
;
I
came
in
happy
time
:
What
,
a
French
crowne
?
sure
hee
knowes
not
what
he
does
:
Well
,
Ile
begon
,
least
he
remember
himselfe
,
and
take
it
from
me
againe
.
Exit
Post
.
Pisa
Come
on
my
lads
,
M.
Vandalle
,
sweet
sonne
Aluaro
:
Come
don
Balsaro
,
lets
be
iogging
home
Bir
laken
sirs
,
I
thinke
tis
one
a clocke
.
Extt
Pisaro
,
Balsaro
,
Aluaro
,
Delion
,
and
Vandalle
.
Brow.
Come
M.
Moore
,
th'Exchange
is
waxen
thin
,
I
thinke
it
best
we
get
vs
home
to
dinner
.
Moor.
I
know
that
I
am
lookt
for
long
ere
this
:
Come
maister
Towerson
,
let's
walke
along
.
Exit
Moore
,
Brovvne
,
Tovverson
,
Strangers
,
&
Marchant
.
Heigh.
And
if
you
be
so
hot
vpon
your
dinner
,
Your
best
way
is
,
to
haste
Pisaro
on
,
For
he
is
cold
enough
,
and
slow
enough
;
He
hath
so
late
digested
such
cold
newes
.
Walg.
Mary
and
shall
:
Heare
you
maister
Pisaro
.
Haru.
Many
Pisaros
heere
:
Why
how
now
Ned
;
Where
is
your
Matt
your
welcome
,
and
good
cheare
?
Walg.
Swounds
,
lets
follow
him
;
why
stay
we
heere
?
Heigh.
Nay
prethee
Ned
Walg
.
lets
bethinke
our selues
,
There's
no
such
haste
,
we
may
come
time
enough
:
At
first
Pisaro
bade
vs
come
to
him
Twixt
two
or
three
a clocke
at
after noone
?
Then
was
he
old
Pisaro
:
but
since
then
,
What
with
his
griefe
for
losse
,
and
ioy
for
finding
,
Hee
quite
forgat
himselfe
,
when
he
did
bid
vs
,
And
afterward
forgat
,
that
he
had
bade
vs
.
Walg.
I
care
not
,
I
remember't
well
enough
:
Hee
bade
vs
home
;
and
I
will
goe
,
that's
flat
,
To
teach
him
better
witte
another
time
.
Haru.
Heer'le
be
a
gallant
iest
,
when
we
come
there
,
To
see
how
maz'd
the
greedie
chuffe
will
looke
Vpon
the
nations
,
sects
,
and
factions
,
That
now
haue
borne
him
company
to
dinner
:
But
harke
you
,
lets
not
goe
to
vexe
the
man
;
Prethee
sweet
Ned
lets
tarry
,
doe
not
goe
.
Walg.
Not
goe
?
indeed
you
may
doe
what
you
please
;
Ile
goe
,
that's
flat
:
nay
,
I
am
gon
alreadie
,
Stay
you
two
,
and
consider
further
of
it
.
Heigh.
Nay
all
will
goe
,
if
one
:
I
prethee
stay
;
Thou'rt
such
a
rash
and
giddie
headed
youth
,
Each
Stone's
a
Thorne
:
Hoyda
,
he
skips
for
haste
;
Young
Haruie
did
but
iest
;
I
know
heele
goe
.
Walg.
Nay
,
he
may
chuse
for
mee
:
But
if
he
will
,
Why
does
he
not
?
why
stands
he
prating
still
?
If
youle
goe
,
come
:
if
not
,
fare-well
?
Haru.
Hier
a
Poast-horse
for
him
(
gentle
Francke
)
Heer's
haste
,
and
more
haste
then
a
hastie
Pudding
:
You
mad-man
,
mad-cap
,
wild-oates
;
we
are
for
you
,
It
bootes
not
stay
,
when
you
intend
to
goe
.
Walg.
Come
away
then
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Pisaro
,
Aluaro
,
Delion
,
and
Vandalle
.
Pisa.
A
thousand
welcomes
friendes
:
Monsier
Delion
,
Ten
thousand
Ben-venues
vnto
your selfe
.
Signior
Aluaro
,
Maister
Vandalle
;
Proude
am
I
,
that
my
roofe
containes
such
Friends
.
Why
Mall
,
Larentia
,
Matth
;
Where
be
these
Girles
?
Enter
the
three
Sisters
.
Liuely
my
Girles
,
and
bid
these
Strangers
welcome
;
They
are
my
friends
,
your
friends
,
and
our
wel-willers
:
You
cannot
tell
what
good
you
may
haue
on
them
.
Gods
mee
,
Why
stirre
you
not
?
Harke
in
your
eare
,
These
be
the
men
the
choyse
of
many
millions
,
That
I
your
carefull
Father
haue
prouided
To
be
your
Husbands
:
therefore
bid
them
welcome
.
Math.
Nay
by
my
troth
,
tis
not
the
guyse
of
maydes
,
To
giue
a
slauering
Salute
to
men
:
aside
,
If
these
sweete
youths
haue
not
the
witte
to
doe
it
,
Wee
haue
the
honestie
to
let
them
stand
.
Vanda.
Gods
sekerlin
,
dats
vn-fra
meskin
,
Monsieur
Delion
dare
de
Grote
freisler
,
dare
wode
ic
zene
,
tis
vn-fra
Daughter
,
dare
heb
ic
so
long
loude
,
dare
Heb
my
desire
so
long
gewest
.
Alua.
Ah
Venice
,
Roma
,
Italia
,
Frauncia
,
Anglitera
,
nor
all
dis
orbe
can
shew
so
much
belliza
,
veremante
de
secunda
,
Madonade
granda
bewtie
.
Delio
Certes
me
dincke
de
mine
depeteta
de
little
Angloise
,
de
me
Matresse
Pisaro
is
vn
nette
,
vn
becues
,
vn
fra
,
et
vn
tendra
Damosella
.
Pisa.
What
Stocks
,
what
stones
,
what
senceles
Truncks
be
these
?
When as
I
bid
you
speake
,
you
hold
your
tongue
:
When
I
bid
peace
,
then
can
you
prate
,
and
chat
,
And
gossip
:
But
goe
too
,
speake
and
bid
welcome
;
Or
(
as
I
liue
)
you
were
as
good
you
did
.
Mari.
I
cannot
tell
what
Language
I
should
speake
:
Yf
I
speake
English
(
as
I
can
none
other
)
They
cannot
vnderstand
mee
,
nor
my
welcome
.
Alua.
Bella
Madona
,
dare
is
no
language
so
dulce
;
dulce
,
dat
is
sweete
,
as
de
language
,
dat
you
shall
speake
,
and
de
vell
come
dat
you
sal
say
,
sal
be
well
know
perfaytemente
.
Mari.
Pray
sir
,
What
is
all
this
in
English
?
Alua.
De
vsa
sal
vell
teash
you
vat
dat
is
;
and
if
you
sal
please
,
I
will
teash
you
to
parler
Italiano
.
Pisa.
And
that
mee thinkes
sir
,
not
without
need
:
And
with
Italian
,
to
a
Childes
obedience
,
With
such
desire
to
seeke
to
please
their
Parents
,
As
others
farre
more
vertuous
then
them selues
,
Doe
dayly
striue
to
doe
:
But
tis
no
matter
,
Ile
shortly
pull
your
haughtie
stomacks
downe
:
Ile
teach
you
vrge
your
Father
;
make
you
runne
,
When
I
bid
runne
:
and
speake
,
when
I
bid
speake
:
What
greater
crosse
can
carefull
parents
haue
knock
within
Then
carelesse
Children
.
Stirre
and
see
who
knocks
?
Enter
Haruie
,
Walgraue
,
and
Heigham
.
Walgr.
Good
morrow
to
my
good
Mistris
Mathea
.
Mathe.
As
good
a
morrow
,
to
the
morrow
giuer
.
Pisa.
A
murren
,
what
make
these
?
What
do
they
heere
?
Heigh.
You
see
maister
Pisaro
,
we
are
bold
guestes
,
You
could
haue
bid
no
surer
men
then
wee
.
Pisa.
Harke
you
Gentlemen
;
I
did
expect
you
At
after noone
,
not
before
two
a clocke
.
Haru,
Why
sir
,
if
you
please
,
you
shall
haue
vs
heere
at
two
a clocke
,
at
three
a clocke
,
at
foure
a clock
;
nay
till
to morrow
this
time
:
yet
I
assure
you
,
sir
,
wee
came
not
to
your
house
without
inuiting
.
Pisa.
Why
Gentlemen
,
I
pray
who
bade
you
now
?
Who euer
did
it
,
sure
hath
done
you
wrong
:
For
scarcely
could
you
come
to
worser
cheare
.
Heigh.
It
was
your
owne selfe
bade
vs
to
your
cheare
,
When
you
were
busie
with
Balsaro
talking
;
You
bade
vs
cease
our
suites
till
dinner
time
,
And
then
to
vse
it
for
our
table
talke
:
And
wee
I
warrant
you
,
are
as
sure
as
Steele
.
Pisa.
A
murren
on
your selues
,
and
surenes
too
:
How
am
I
crost
:
Gods
mee
,
what
shall
I
doe
,
This
was
that
ill
newes
of
the
Spanish
Pirats
,
That
so
disturb'd
mee
:
well
,
I
must
dissemble
,
And
bid
them
welcome
;
but
for
my
Daughters
Ile
send
them
hence
,
they
shall
not
stand
and
prate
.
Well
my
Maisters
,
Gentlemen
,
and
Friends
,
Though
vnexpected
,
yet
most
heartily
welcome
;
(
Welcome
with
a
vengeance
)
but
for
your
cheare
,
That
will
be
small
:
yet
too
too
much
for
you
.
Mall
,
in
and
get
things
readie
.
Laurentia
,
bid
Maudlin
lay
the
Cloth
,
take
vp
the
Meate
:
Looke
how
she
stirres
;
you
sullen
Elfe
,
you
Callet
,
Is
this
the
haste
you
make
?
Exeunt
Marina
&
Laurentia
.
Alua.
Signor
Pisaro
,
ne
soiat
so
malcontento
de
Gentlewoman
your
filigola
did
parler
but
a
litella
to
,
de
gentle
homa
y
our
graunde
amico
.
Pisa.
But
that
graunde
amico
,
is
your
graunde
inimico
:
One
,
if
they
be
suffred
to
parlar
,
Will
poll
you
,
I
and
pill
you
of
your
Wife
:
They
loue
togeather
:
and
the
other
two
,
Loues
her
two
Sisters
:
but
tis
onely
you
Shall
crop
the
flower
,
that
they
esteeme
so
much
.
Alua.
Do
dey
so
;
vell
let
me
lone
,
sal
see
me
giue
dem
de
such
graund
mocke
,
sal
be
shame
of
dem seluves
.
Pisa.
Doe
sir
,
I
pray
you
doe
;
set
lustily
vpon
them
,
And
Ile
be
ready
still
to
second
you
.
Walg.
But
Matt
,
art
thou
so
mad
as
to
turne
French
?
Math.
Yes
marry
when
two
Sundayes
come
together
;
Thinke
you
Ile
learne
to
speake
this
gibberidge
,
Or
the
Pigges
language
?
Why
,
if
I
fall
sicke
,
Theyle
say
,
the
French
(
et-cetera
)
infected
mee
.
Pisa.
Why
how
now
Minion
;
what
,
is
this
your
seruice
?
Your
other
Sisters
busie
are
imployde
,
And
you
stande
idle
:
get
you
in
,
or
.
Exit
Mathea
.
Walg.
Yf
you
chide
her
,
chide
me
(
M.
Pisaro
:
For
but
for
mee
,
she
had
gon
in
long
since
.
Pisa.
I
thinke
she
had
:
for
we
are
sprights
to
scare
her
;
But
er't
be
long
,
Ile
driue
that
humor
from
her
.
Alua.
Signor
,
me
thincks
you
soud
no
macke
de
wen
she
so
hardee
,
so
disobedient
to
de
padre
as
ditt
madona
Matt
.
Walg.
Signor
,
me thinkes
you
should
learne
to
speake
,
before
you
should
be
so
foole-hardy
,
as
to
woe
such
a
Mayden
as
that
Madona
Matt
?
Delio.
Warrent
you
Monsieur
,
he
sal
parle
wen
you
sal
stande
out
the
doure
.
Haru.
Harke
you
Monsieur
,
you
would
wish
your selfe
halfe
hang'd
,
you
were
as
sure
to
be
let
in
as
hee
.
Van.
Macke
no
doubt
de
signor
Alua
.
sal
do
vel
enough
Heigh.
perhaps
so
:
but
me thinks
your
best
way
were
to
ship
your selfe
for
Stoad
,
and
there
to
batter
your selfe
for
a
commodity
;
for
I
can
tell
you
,
you
are
here
out
of
liking
.
Pisa.
The
worst
perhappes
dislike
him
,
but
the
best
esteeme
him
best
.
Haru.
But
by
your
patience
sir
,
mee thinks
none
should
know
better
who's
Lord
,
then
the
Lady
.
Alua.
Den
de
Lady
,
vat
Lady
?
Haru.
Marry
sir
,
the
Lady
let
her
alone
:
one
that
meanes
to
let
you
alone
for
feare
of
trouble
.
Pisa.
Euery
man
as
he
may
:
yet
sometimes
the
blinde
may
katch
a
Hare
.
Heigh.
I
sir
,
but
he
will
first
eate
many
a
Fly
:
You
know
it
must
be
a
wonder
,
if
a
Crab
catch
a
Fowle
.
Vand.
Maer
hortens
;
if
he
&
ic
&
monsier
Delion
be
de
Crab
,
we
sal
kash
de
Fowle
wel
genough
,
I
warrent
you
.
Walg.
I
,
and
the
Foole
well
enough
I
warrant
you
;
And
much
good
may
it
doe
yee
.
Alua.
Mee
dincke
such
a
piculo
man
as
you
be
,
sal
haue
no
de
such
grande
lucke
madere
.
Delio.
Non
da
Monsieur
,
and
he
be
so
granda
amorous
op
de
Damosella
,
he
sal
haue
Mawdlyn
de
witt
Wenshe
in
de
Kichine
by
maiter
Pisaros
leaue
.
Walg.
By
M.
Pisaros
leaue
,
Monsieur
Ile
mumble
you
,
except
you
learne
to
know
,
whom
you
speake
to
:
I
tell
thee
Francois
,
Ile
haue
(
maugre
thy
teeth
)
her
that
shall
make
thee
gnash
thy
teeth
to
want
.
Pisa.
Yet
a
man
may
want
of
his
will
,
and
bate
an
Ace
of
his
wish
:
But
Gentlemen
,
euery
man
as
his
lucke
serues
,
and
so
agree
wee
;
I
would
not
haue
you
fall
out
in
my
house
:
Come
,
come
,
all
this
was
in
iest
,
now
lets
too't
in
earnest
;
I
meane
with
our
teeth
,
and
try
who's
the
best
Trencher-man
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Frisco
.
Frisc.
Ah
sirra
,
now
I
know
,
what
manner
of
thing
Powles
is
;
I
did
so
marle
afore
what
it
was
out
of
all
count
:
For
my
maister
would
say
,
Would
I
had
Powles
full
of
Gold
.
My
young
Mistresses
,
and
Grimkin
our
Taylor
,
would
wish
they
had
Powles
full
of
Needles
:
I
,
one
askt
my
maister
halfe
a
yard
of
Freeze
to
make
me
a
Coate
and
hee
cride
whoope
holly-day
,
it
was
big
enough
to
make
Powles
a
Night-gowne
.
I
haue
been
told
,
that
Duke
Humfrie
dwelles
here
,
and
that
he
keeps
open
house
,
and
that
a
braue
sort
of
Cammileres
dine
with
him
euery
day
;
now
if
I
could
see
any
vision
in
the
world
towards
dinner
,
I
would
set
in
a
foote
:
But
the
best
is
,
a
the
auncient
English
romaine
Orator
saith
,
So-lame-men
,
Misers
,
Howsewiues
,
and
so
foorth
:
the
best
is
,
that
I
haue
great
store
of
companie
that
doe
nothing
but
goe
vp
and
downe
,
and
goe
vp
and
downe
,
and
make
a
grumbling
togeather
,
that
the
meate
is
so
long
making
readie
:
Well
,
if
I
could
meete
this
scuruie
Frenchman
,
they
should
stay
mee
,
for
I
would
be
gone
home
.
Enter
Anthony
.
Antho.
I
beseech
you
Monsieur
,
giue
mee
audience
.
Frisc.
What
would
you
haue
?
What
should
I
giue
you
?
Antho.
Pardon
,
sir
mine
vnciuill
and
presumptuous
intrusion
,
who
indeauour
nothing
lesse
,
then
to
prouoke
or
exasperat
you
against
mee
.
Frisc.
They
say
,
a
word
to
the
Wise
is
enough
:
so
by
this
litle
French
that
he
speakes
,
I
see
hee
is
the
very
man
I
seeke
for
:
Sir
,
I
pray
what
is
your
name
?
Antho.
I
am
nominated
Monsieur
Le
Mouche
,
and
rest
at
your
bon
seruice
.
Frisc.
I
vnderstand
him
partly
;
yea
,
and
partly
nay
:
Can
you
speake
French
?
Content
pore
vous
monsieur
Madomo
.
Antho.
If
I
could
not
sir
,
I
should
ill
vnderstand
you
:
you
speake
the
best
French
that
euer
trode
vpon
Shoe
of
Leather
.
Frisc.
Nay
,
I
can
speake
more
Languages
then
that
:
This
is
Italian
,
is
it
not
?
Nella
slurde
Curtezana
.
Antho.
Yes
sir
,
and
you
speake
it
like
a
very
Naturall
.
Frisc.
I
beleeue
you
well
:
now
for
Dutch
:
Ducky
de
doe
watt
heb
yee
ge
brought
.
Antho.
I
pray
stop
your
mouth
,
for
I
neuer
heard
such
Dutch
before
brocht
.
Frsc.
Nay
I
thinke
you
haue
not
met
with
no
pezant
:
Heare
you
M.
Mouse
,
(
so
your
name
is
I
take
it
)
I
haue
considered
of
your
learning
in
these
aforesaid
Languages
,
and
find
you
reasonable
:
So
,
so
,
now
this
is
the
matter
;
Can
you
take
the
ease
to
teach
these
Tongues
to
two
or
three
Gentlewomen
of
mine
acquaintance
,
and
I
will
see
you
paide
for
your
labour
.
Antho.
Yes
sir
,
and
that
most
willingly
.
Fris.
Why
then
M.
Mouse
,
to
their
vse
,
I
entertaine
yee
,
which
had
not
been
but
for
the
troubles
of
the
world
,
that
I
my selfe
haue
no
leasure
to
shew
my
skill
:
Well
sir
,
if
youle
please
to
walke
with
me
,
Ile
bring
you
to
them
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Laurentia
,
Marina
,
and
Mathea
.
Lauren.
Sit
till
dinners
done
;
not
I
,
I
sweare
:
Shall
I
stay
?
till
he
belch
into
mine
eares
Those
rusticke
Phrases
,
and
those
Dutch
French
tearmes
,
Stammering
halfe
Sentences
dogbolt
Elloquence
:
And
when
he
hath
no
loue
for-sooth
,
why
then
Hee
tels
me
Cloth
is
deare
at
Anwerpe
,
and
the
men
Of
Amsterdam
haue
lately
made
a
law
,
That
none
but
Dutch
as
hee
,
may
trafficke
there
:
Then
standes
he
still
and
studies
what
to
say
;
And
after
some
halfe
houre
,
because
the
Asse
Hopes
(
as
he
thinkes
)
I
shall
not
contradict
him
.
Hee
tels
me
that
my
Father
brought
him
to
me
,
And
that
I
must
performe
my
Fathers
will
.
Well
good-man
Goose-cap
,
when
thou
woest
againe
,
Thou
shalt
haue
simple
ease
,
for
thy
Loues
paine
.
Mathe.
Alas
poore
Wench
,
I
sorrow
for
thy
hap
,
To
see
how
thou
art
clog'd
with
such
a
Dunce
:
Forsooth
my
Sire
hath
fitted
me
farre
better
,
My
Frenchman
comes
vpon
me
with
the
Sa
,
sa
,
sa
;
Sweete
Madam
pardone
moye
I
pray
:
And
then
out
goes
his
Hand
,
downe
goes
his
Head
,
Swallowes
his
Spittle
,
frissles
his
Beard
;
and
then
to
mee
:
Pardone
moy
mistresse
Mathea
,
If
I
be
bold
,
to
macke
so
bold
met
you
,
Thinke
it
go
will
dat
spurres
me
dus
vp
yow
.
Dan
cast
neit
off
so
good
ande
true
Louer
,
Madama
celestura
de
la
,
(
I
know
not
what
)
Doe
oft
pray
to
God
dat
me
woud
loue
her
:
And
then
hee
reckons
a
catalogue
of
names
of
such
as
loue
him
,
and
yet
cannot
get
him
.
Mari.
Nay
,
but
your
Monsieur's
but
a
Mouse
in
cheese
,
Compard
with
my
Signor
;
hee
can
tell
Of
Lady
Venus
,
and
her
Sonne
blind
Cupid
:
Of
the
faire
Scilla
that
was
lou'd
of
Glaucus
,
And
yet
scornd
Glaucus
,
and
yet
lou'd
King
Minos
;
Yet
Minos
hated
her
,
and
yet
she
holp'd
him
;
And
yet
he
scorn'd
her
,
yet
she
kild
her
Father
To
doe
her
good
;
yet
he
could
not
abide
her
:
Nay
,
hele
be
bawdy
too
in
his
discourse
;
And
when
he
is
so
,
he
will
take
my
Hand
,
And
tickle
the
Palme
,
wincke
with
his
one
Eye
,
Gape
with
his
Mouth
,
and
Laur.
And
,
hold
thy
tongue
I
prethee
:
here's
my
father
.
Enter
Pisaro
,
Aluaro
,
Vandalle
,
Delion
,
Haruie
,
Walgraue
,
and
Heigham
.
Pisa.
Vnmannerly
,
vntaught
,
vnnurtred
Girles
,
Doe
I
bring
Gentlemen
,
my
very
friends
To
feast
with
mee
,
to
reuell
at
my
House
,
That
their
good
likings
,
may
be
set
on
you
,
And
you
like
misbehaud
and
sullen
Girles
,
Turne
tayle
to
such
,
as
may
aduance
your
states
:
I
shall
remembert
,
when
you
thinke
I
doe
not
.
I
am
sorrie
Gentlemen
,
your
cheare's
no
better
;
But
what
did
want
at
Board
,
excuse
me
for
,
And
you
shall
haue
amendes
be
made
in
Bed
.
To
them
friends
,
to
them
;
they
are
none
but
yours
:
For
you
I
bred
them
,
for
you
brought
them
vp
:
For
you
I
kept
them
,
and
you
shall
haue
them
:
I
hate
all
others
that
resort
to
them
:
Then
rouse
your
bloods
,
be
bold
with
what's
your
owne
:
For
I
and
mine
(
my
friends
)
be
yours
,
or
none
.
Enter
Frisco
and
Anthonie
.
Frisc.
God-gee
god-morrow
sir
,
I
haue
brought
you
M.
Mouse
here
to
teach
my
young
Mistresses
:
I
assure
you
(
for-sooth
)
he
is
a
braue
Frenchman
.
Pisa.
Welcome
friend
,
welcome
:
my
man
(
I
thinke
)
Hath
at
the
full
,
resolu'd
thee
of
my
will
.
Monsieur
Delion
,
I
pray
question
him
:
I
tell
you
sir
,
tis
onely
for
your
sake
,
That
I
doe
meane
to
entertaine
this
fellow
,
Antho.
A
bots
of
all
ill
lucke
,
how
came
these
heere
?
Now
am
I
posde
except
the
Wenches
helpe
mee
:
I
haue
no
French
to
flap
them
in
the
mouth
,
Haru.
To
see
the
lucke
of
a
good
fellow
,
poore
Anthony
Could
nere
haue
sorted
out
a
worser
time
:
Now
will
the
packe
of
all
our
sly
deuises
Be
quite
layde
ope
,
as
one
vndoes
an
Oyster
:
Francke
,
Heigham
,
and
mad
Ned
,
fall
to
your
muses
,
To
helpe
poore
Anthony
now
at
a
pinch
,
Or
all
our
market
will
be
spoyld
and
marde
.
Walg.
Tut
man
,
let
vs
alone
,
I
warrant
you
.
Delio.
Monsieur
,
Vous
estes
tresbien
venu
,
de
quell
pais
estes
vous
.
Anth.
Vous
,
thats
you
:
sure
he
saies
,
how
do
men
call
you
Monsieur
le
Mouche
?
Mari.
Sister
,
helpe
sister
;
that's
honest
Anthonie
,
And
he
answers
,
your
woer
cuius
contrarium
.
Delio.
Monsieur
,
Vous
n'entens
pas
,
Je
ne
demaunde
puit
,
vostre
nom
?
Math.
Monsieur
Delion
,
he
that
made
your
Shooes
,
made
them
not
in
fashion
:
they
should
haue
been
cut
square
at
the
toe
.
Delio.
Madame
,
my
Sho
met
de
square
toe
,
vat
be
dat
?
Pisa.
Why
sauce-box
;
how
now
you
vnreuerent
mincks
Why
?
in
whose
Stable
hast
thou
been
brought
vp
,
To
interrupt
a
man
in
midst
of
speach
?
Monsieur
Delion
,
disquiet
not
your selfe
,
But
as
you
haue
begun
,
I
pray
proceed
To
question
with
this
Countriman
of
yours
.
Delio.
Dat
me
sal
doe
tres
beien
,
but
de
bella
Madona
de
iune
Gentlewoman
do
monstre
some
singe
of
amour
to
speake
lot
me
,
epurce
monsieur
,
mee
sal
say
but
two
tree
fowre
fiue
word
to
dir
francois
:
or
sus
Monsieur
Le
mouche
en
quelle
partie
de
Fraunce
esties
vous
ne
?
Haru.
Fraunce
.
Heigh.
Ned
.
Walg.
Sbloud
,
let
mee
come
.
Maister
Pisaro
,
we
haue
occasion
of
affaires
,
Which
calles
vs
hence
with
speed
;
wherefore
I
pray
Deferre
this
businesse
till
some
fitter
time
,
And
to
performe
what
at
the
Exchange
we
spoke
of
.
Antho.
A
blessing
on
that
tongue
,
saith
Anthony
.
Pisa.
Yes
marry
Gentlemen
,
I
will
,
I
will
.
Aluaro
to
your
taske
,
fall
to
your
taske
,
Ile
beare
away
those
three
,
who
being
heere
,
Would
set
my
Daughters
on
a
merry
pin
:
Then
chearely
try
your
luckes
;
but
speake
,
and
speed
,
For
you
alone
(
say
I
)
shall
doe
the
deed
.
Exeunt
Pisaro
,
Haruy
,
Walgraue
,
and
Higham
.
Frisc.
Heare
you
M.
Mouse
,
did
you
dine
to day
at
Paules
with
the
rest
of
the
Gentlemen
there
?
Antho.
No
sir
,
I
am
yet
vndined
.
Frisc.
Mee thinkes
you
should
haue
a
reasonable
good
stomacke
then
by
this
time
,
as
for
me
I
can
sell
nothinge
within
me
from
my
mouth
to
my
Cod-peece
but
all
Emptie
,
wherefore
I
thinke
a
peece
of
wisdome
to
goe
in
and
see
what
Maudelin
hath
prouided
for
our
Dinner
maister
Mouse
will
you
goe
in
?
Antho.
With
as
good
a
stomacke
and
desire
as
your selfe
.
Frisc.
Lett's
passe
in
then
Exeunt
Frisco
,
and
Anthonie
.
Vanda.
Han
seg
you
Dochtor
,
vor
vat
cause
,
voer
why
bede
also
much
grooterlie
strange
,
Ic
seg
you
wat
,
if
datt
ghy
speake
to
me
,
is
datt
ghy
loue
me
.
Lauren.
Ist
that
I
care
not
for
you
,
ist
that
your
breath
stinckes
,
if
that
your
breath
stinckes
not
,
you
must
learne
sweeter
English
or
I
shall
neuer
vnderstand
your
suite
.
Delion
.
Pardone
moy
Madame
.
Math.
With
all
my
heart
so
you
offend
no
more
.
Delio.
Is
dat
an
offence
to
be
amorous
di
one
belle
Gentleawoman
.
Math.
I
sir
see
your
Belle
Gentle-woman
cannot
be
amorous
of
you
.
Mar.
Then
if
I
were
as
that
belle
Gentlewomans
louer
,
I
would
trouble
her
no
further
,
nor
be
amorous
any
longer
.
Aluar.
Madona
yet
de
Belleza
of
de
face
beutie
deforme
of
all
de
Corpo
may
be
such
datt
no
perriculo
,
nor
all
de
mal
shaunce
,
can
make
him
leaue
hir
dulce
visage
.
Laur.
But
signor
Aluaro
if
the
periculo
or
mal
shaunce
were
sutch
,
that
she
should
loue
and
liue
with
an other
,
then
the
dulce
visage
must
be
lefte
in
spite
of
the
louers
teeth
,
whilst
he
may
whine
at
his
owne
ill
fortune
.
Vanda.
Datts
waer
matresse
,
for
it
is
vntrue
saying
,
dey
wint
he
taught
dey
verleift
lie
scrat
sin
gatt
.
Math.
And
I
thinke
to
are
like
to
scratch
there
but
neuer
to
claw
any
of
my
Sisters
loue
away
.
Vand.
Dan
sal
your
sistree
do
gainst
her
vaders
will
,
or
your
vader
segt
dat
ick
sal
heb
har
vor
mine
wife
.
Laur.
I
thinke
not
so
sir
,
for
I
neuer
heard
him
say
so
,
but
Ile
goe
in
and
aske
him
if
his
meaning
be
so
.
Mari.
Harke
sister
signor
Aluaro
sayth
,
that
I
am
the
fayrest
of
all
vs
three
,
Laur.
Beleeue
him
not
for
heele
tell
any
lie
.
If
so
he
thinkes
thou
mayst
be
pleasd
thereby
,
Come
goe
with
me
and
neere
stand
pratinge
here
,
I
haue
a
iest
to
tell
thee
in
thine
eare
,
Shall
make
you
laugh
:
come
let
your
signor
stand
,
I
know
there's
not
a
Wench
in
all
this
Towne
,
Scoffes
at
him
more
,
or
loues
him
lesse
then
thou
.
Maister
Vandalle
,
as
much
I
say
for
you
;
If
needes
you
marry
with
an
English
Lasse
,
Woe
her
in
English
,
or
sheele
call
you
Asse
.
Math.
Tut
that's
a
French
cogge
;
sure
I
thinke
,
There's
nere
a
Wench
in
Fraunce
not
halfe
so
fond
,
To
woe
and
sue
so
for
your
Mounsership
.
Delio.
Par
may
foy
Madame
,
she
does
tincke
dare
is
no
Wenche
so
dure
as
you
:
for
de
Fillee
was
cree
dulce
,
tendre
,
and
amarous
for
me
to
loue
hir
;
now
me
tincke
dat
I
being
such
a
fine
man
,
you
should
loua
me
.
Mathe.
So
thinke
not
I
,
sir
.
Delio.
But
so
tincke
esh
oder
Damosellas
.
Mathe.
Nay
Ile
lay
my
loue
to
your
commaunde
,
That
my
Sisters
thinke
not
so
:
How
say
you
sister
Mall
?
Why
how
now
Gentlemen
,
is
this
your
talke
?
What
beaten
in
plaine
field
:
where
be
your
Maydes
?
Nay
then
I
see
their
louing
humor
fades
,
And
they
resigne
their
intrest
vp
to
mee
;
And
yet
I
cannot
serue
for
all
you
three
:
But
least
two
should
be
madd
,
that
I
loue
one
,
You
shall
be
all
alike
,
and
Ile
loue
none
:
The
world
is
scant
,
when
so
many
Iacke
Dawes
,
Houer
about
one
Coarse
with
greedy
pawes
:
Yf
needes
youle
haue
me
stay
till
I
am
dead
,
Carrion
for
Crowes
,
Mathea
for
her
Ned
:
And
so
farewell
,
wee
Sisters
doe
agree
,
To
haue
our
willes
,
but
nere
to
haue
you
three
.
Exeunt
.
Delio.
Madama
attendez
,
Madama
:
is
she
alle
?
doe
she
mockque
de
nows
in
such
sort
?
Vand.
Oh
de
pestilence
,
noe
if
datick
can
neite
dese
Englese
spreake
vel
,
it
shal
hir
Fader
seg
how
dit
is
to
passe
gecomen
.
Enter
Pisaro
.
Aluar.
Ne
parlate
,
see
here
signors
de
Fader
.
Pisa.
Now
Friends
,
now
Gentlemen
,
how
speedes
your
worke
;
haue
you
not
found
them
shrewd
vnhappy
girls
?
Vand.
Mester
Pisaro
,
de
Dochter
maistris
Laurentia
calle
me
de
Dyel
,
den
Asse
,
for
that
ic
can
neit
englesh
spreken
.
Alua.
Ande
dat
we
sal
no
parler
,
dat
we
sal
no
hauar
den
for
de
wiue
.
Pisa.
Are
they
so
lusty
?
Dare
they
be
so
proude
?
Well
,
I
shall
find
a
time
to
meete
with
them
:
In
the
meane
season
,
pray
frequent
my
house
.
Enter
Frisco
running
.
Ho
now
sirra
,
whither
are
you
running
?
Frisc.
About
a
little
tiny
businesse
.
Pisa.
What
businesse
,
Asse
?
Frisc.
Indeed
I
was
not
sent
to
you
:
and
yet
I
was
sent
after
the
three
Gen-men
that
din'd
here
,
to
bid
them
come
to
our
house
at
ten
a clocke
at
night
,
when
you
were
abed
.
Pisa.
Ha
,
what
is
this
?
Can
this
be
true
?
What
,
art
thou
sure
the
Wenches
bade
them
come
?
Frisc.
So
they
said
,
vnlesse
their
mindes
be
changed
since
:
for
a
Woman
is
like
a
Weather-cocke
they
say
,
&
I
am
sure
of
no
more
then
I
am
certaine
of
:
but
Ile
go
in
and
bid
them
send
you
word
,
whether
they
shall
come
or
no
.
Pisa.
No
sirra
,
stay
you
heere
;
but
one
word
more
:
Did
they
appoint
thē
come
one
by
one
,
or
else
al
together
?
Frisc.
Altogether
:
Lord
that
such
a
young
man
as
you
should
haue
no
more
witt
:
why
if
they
should
come
together
,
one
could
not
make
rome
for
them
;
but
comming
one
by
one
,
theyle
stand
there
if
there
were
twenty
of
them
.
Pisa.
How
this
newes
glads
me
,
and
reuiues
my
soule
:
How
say
you
sirs
,
what
will
you
haue
a
iest
worth
the
telling
;
nay
worth
the
acting
:
I
haue
it
Gentlemen
,
I
haue
it
Friends
.
Alua.
Signor
Pisaro
,
I
prey
de
gratia
watte
maneire
sal
we
haue
?
wat
will
the
parler
?
wat
bon
doe
you
know
Signor
Pisaro
,
dicheti
noi
signor
Pisaro
.
Pisa.
Oh
that
youth
so
sweete
,
so
soone
should
turne
to
age
;
were
I
as
you
,
why
this
were
sport
alone
for
me
to
doe
.
Harke
yee
,
harke
yee
;
heere
my
man
,
Saith
,
that
the
Girles
haue
sent
for
Maister
Heigham
And
his
two
friends
;
I
know
they
loue
them
dear
,
And
therefore
wish
them
late
at
night
be
heere
To
reuell
with
them
:
Will
you
haue
a
iest
,
To
worke
my
will
,
and
giue
your
longings
rest
:
Why
then
M.
Vandalle
,
and
you
two
,
Shall
soone
at
midnight
come
,
as
they
should
doe
,
And
court
the
Wenches
;
and
to
be
vnknowne
,
And
taken
for
the
men
,
whom
they
alone
So
much
affect
;
each
one
shall
change
his
name
:
Maister
Vandalle
,
you
shall
take
Heigham
,
and
you
Younge
Haruie
,
and
monsieur
Delion
Ned
,
And
vnder
shadowes
be
of
substance
sped
:
How
like
you
this
deuice
?
how
thinke
you
of
it
?
Delio.
Oh
de
braue
de
galliarde
deuise
:
me
sal
come
by
de
nite
and
contier
faire
de
Anglois
Gentlehomes
dictenous
ainsi
monsieur
Pisaro
.
Pisa.
You
are
in
the
right
sir
.
Alua.
And
I
sall
name
me
de
signor
Haruy
,
ende
monsieur
Delion
sall
be
de
piculo
signor
Ned
,
ende
when
madona
Laurentia
sall
say
,
who
be
dare
?
mister
Vandalle
sall
say
,
Oh
my
sout
Laide
,
hier
be
your
loue
Mestro
Heigham
:
Is
no
dis
de
brauissime
,
maister
Vandalle
?
Vanda.
Slact
vp
den
tromele
,
van
ick
sall
come
Vp
to
de
camerken
,
wan
my
new
Wincken
Slact
vp
den
tromele
,
van
ick
sall
come
.
Pisa.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
maister
Vandalle
,
I
trow
you
will
be
merrie
soone
at
night
,
When
you
shall
doe
in
deed
,
what
now
you
hope
of
.
Vanda.
I
sall
v
seg
vader
,
Ick
sall
tesh
your
Daughter
such
a
ting
,
make
her
laugh
too
.
Pisa.
Well
my
Sonnes
all
,
(
for
so
I
count
you
shall
)
What
we
haue
heere
deuis'd
,
prouide
me
for
:
But
aboue
all
,
doe
not
(
I
pray
)
forget
To
come
but
one
by
one
,
as
they
did
wish
.
Vanda.
Mar
hortens
vader
,
ick
veite
neite
de
wecke
to
your
houis
,
hort
ens
sall
maister
Frisco
your
manneken
come
to
calle
de
me
,
and
bring
me
to
v
house
.
Pisa.
Yes
marry
shall
hee
:
see
that
you
be
ready
,
And
at
the
hower
of
eleuen
sone
at
night
:
Hie
you
to
Bucklersburie
to
his
Chamber
,
And
so
direct
him
straight
vnto
my
house
:
My
Sonne
Aluaro
,
and
monsieur
Delion
,
I
know
,
doth
know
the
way
exceeding
well
:
Well
,
weele
to
the
Rose
in
Barken
for
an
hower
:
And
sirra
Frisco
,
see
you
proue
no
blabbe
.
Exeunt
Pisaro
,
Aluaro
,
Delion
,
and
Vandalle
.
Frisc.
Oh
monstrous
,
who
would
thinke
my
Maister
had
so
much
witte
in
his
old
rotten
budget
:
and
yet
yfayth
he
is
not
much
troubled
with
it
neither
.
Why
what
wise
man
in
a
kingdome
would
sende
me
for
the
Dutch-man
?
Does
hee
thinke
Ile
not
cousen
him
:
Oh
fine
,
Ile
haue
the
brauest
sport
:
Oh
braue
,
Ile
haue
the
gallentest
sport
:
Oh
come
;
now
if
I
can
hold
behinde
,
while
I
may
laugh
a
while
,
I
care
not
:
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Enter
Anthonie
.
Antho.
Why
how
now
Frisco
,
why
laughest
thou
so
hartily
?
Frisc.
Laugh
M.
Mouse
:
Laugh
,
ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Antho
Laugh
,
why
should
I
laugh
?
or
why
art
thou
so
merry
?
Frisc.
Oh
maister
Mouse
,
maister
Mouse
,
it
would
make
any
Mouse
,
Ratte
,
Catte
,
or
Dogge
,
laugh
to
thinke
,
what
sport
we
shall
haue
at
our
house
sone
at
night
:
Ile
tell
you
,
all
,
my
young
Mistresses
sent
me
after
M.
Heigham
and
his
friendes
,
to
pray
them
come
to
our
house
after
my
old
Maister
was
a bed
:
Now
I
went
,
and
I
went
;
and
I
runne
,
and
I
went
:
and
whom
should
I
meete
,
but
my
Maister
and
M.
Pisaro
and
the
Strangers
;
so
my
Maister
very
worshipfully
(
I
must
needs
say
)
examined
me
whither
I
went
now
?
I
durst
not
tell
him
an
vntruth
,
for
feare
of
lying
,
but
told
him
plainely
and
honestly
mine
arrande
:
Now
who
would
thinke
my
Maister
had
such
a
monstrous
plaguie
witte
,
hee
was
as
glad
as
could
be
;
out
of
all
scotch
and
notch
glad
,
out
of
all
count
glad
?
and
so
sirra
he
bid
the
three
Vplandish-men
come
in
their
steades
and
woe
my
young
Mistresses
:
Now
it
made
mee
so
laugh
to
thinke
how
they
will
be
cousend
,
that
I
could
not
follow
my
Maister
:
But
Ile
follow
him
,
I
know
he
is
gone
to
the
Tauerne
in
his
merry
humor
:
Now
if
you
will
keepe
this
as
secret
as
I
haue
done
hitherto
,
wee
shall
haue
the
brauest
sport
soone
,
as
can
be
.
I
must
be
gone
,
say
nothing
.
Antho.
Well
it
is
so
:
And
we
will
haue
good
sport
,
or
it
shall
go
hard
;
This
must
the
Wenches
know
,
or
all
is
marde
.
Enter
the
three
Sisters
.
Harke
you
Mis.
Moll
,
Mis.
Laurentia
,
Mis
Matt
,
I
haue
such
newes
(
my
Girles
)
will
make
you
smile
.
Mari.
What
be
they
Maister
,
how
I
long
to
heare
it
?
Antho.
A
Woman
right
,
still
longing
,
and
with
child
,
For
euery
thing
they
heare
,
or
light
vpon
:
Well
.
if
you
be
mad
Wenches
,
heare
it
now
,
Now
may
your
knaueries
giue
the
deadliest
blow
To
night-walkers
,
eauese-droppers
,
or
outlandish
loue
,
That
ere
was
stristen
.
Math.
Anthony
Mowche
,
Moue
but
the
matter
;
tell
vs
but
the
iest
,
And
if
you
find
vs
slacke
to
execute
,
Neuer
giue
credence
,
or
beleeue
vs
more
.
Antho.
Then
know
:
The
Strangers
your
Outlandish
loues
,
Appoynted
by
your
Father
,
comes
this
night
In
stead
of
Haruie
,
Heigham
,
and
young
Ned
,
Vnder
their
shaddowes
to
get
to
your
bed
:
For
Frisco
simply
told
him
why
he
went
:
I
need
not
to
instruct
,
you
can
conceiue
,
You
are
not
Stockes
nor
Stones
,
but
haue
some
store
Of
witte
and
knauerie
too
.
Mathe.
Anthony
,
thankes
Is
too
too
small
a
guerdon
for
this
newes
;
You
must
be
English
:
Well
sir
signor
sowse
,
Ile
teach
you
trickes
for
comming
to
our
house
.
Laur.
Are
you
so
craftie
,
oh
that
night
were
come
,
That
I
might
heare
my
Dutchman
how
hee'd
sweare
In
his
owne
mother
Language
,
that
he
loues
me
:
Well
,
if
I
quit
him
not
,
I
here
pray
God
,
I
may
lead
Apes
in
Hell
,
and
die
a
Mayde
;
And
that
were
worser
to
me
then
a
hanging
.
Antho.
Well
said
old
honest
huddles
;
here's
a
heape
Of
merrie
Lasses
:
Well
,
for
my selfe
,
Ile
hie
mee
to
your
Louers
,
bid
them
maske
With
vs
at
night
,
and
in
some
corner
stay
Neere
to
our
house
,
where
they
may
make
some
play
Vpon
your
riuals
,
and
when
they
are
gon
,
Come
to
your
windowes
.
Mari.
Doe
so
good
Maister
.
Antho.
Peace
,
begon
;
for
this
our
sport
,
Some body
soone
will
moorne
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Pisaro
.
Pisa.
How
fauourable
Heauen
and
Earth
is
seene
,
To
grace
the
mirthfull
complot
that
is
laide
,
Nights
Candles
burne
obscure
,
and
the
pale
Moone
Fauouring
our
drift
,
lyes
buried
in
a
Cloude
:
I
can
but
smile
to
see
the
simple
Girles
,
Hoping
to
haue
their
sweete-hearts
here
to night
,
Tickled
with
extreame
ioy
,
laugh
in
my
face
:
But
when
they
finde
,
the
Strangers
in
their
steades
,
Theyle
change
their
note
,
and
sing
an other
song
.
Where
be
these
Girles
heere
?
what
,
to
bed
,
to
bed
:
Mawdlin
make
fast
the
Dores
,
rake
vp
the
Fire
;
Gods
me
,
tis
nine
a clocke
,
harke
Bow-bell
rings
:
Knocke
.
Some
looke
downe
below
,
and
see
who
knockes
:
And
harke
you
Girles
,
settle
your
hearts
at
rest
,
And
full
resolue
you
,
that
to morrow
morne
,
You
must
be
wedd
to
such
as
I
preferre
;
I
meane
Aluaro
and
his
other
friendes
:
Let
me
no
more
be
troubled
with
your
nayes
.
You
shall
doe
what
Ile
haue
,
and
so
resolue
.
Enter
Moore
.
Welcome
M.
Moore
,
welcome
,
What
winde
a-gods
name
driues
you
foorth
so
late
?
Moore
.
Fayth
sir
,
I
am
come
to
trouble
you
,
My
wife
this
present
night
is
brought
to
bed
.
Pisa.
To
bed
,
and
what
hath
God
sent
you
?
Moor.
A
iolly
Girle
,
sir
.
Pisa.
And
God
blesse
her
:
But
what's
your
will
sir
?
Moor.
Fayth
sir
,
my
house
being
full
of
Friends
,
Such
as
(
I
thanke
them
)
came
to
see
my
wife
?
I
would
request
you
,
that
for
this
one
night
,
My
daughter
Susan
might
be
lodged
here
.
Pisa.
Lodge
in
my
house
,
welcome
with
all
my
heart
,
Matt
harke
you
,
she
shall
lye
with
you
,
Trust
me
she
could
not
come
in
fitter
time
.
For
heere
you
sir
,
to morrow
in
the
morning
.
All
my
three
Daughters
must
be
married
,
Good
maister
Moore
lets
haue
your
company
,
What
say
you
sir
;
Welcome
honest
friend
.
Enter
a
Seruant
.
Moor.
How
now
sirra
whats
the
newes
with
you
?
Pisa.
Mowche
heare
you
,
stirre
betimes
to morrow
,
For
then
I
meane
your
Schollers
shall
be
wed
:
What
newes
,
what
newes
man
that
you
looke
so
sad
,
Moor.
Hee
brings
me
word
my
wife
is
new
falne
sicke
,
And
that
my
daughter
cannot
come
to night
:
Or
if
she
does
,
it
will
be
very
late
.
Pisa
,
Beleeue
me
I
am
then
more
sorry
for
it
.
But
for
your
daughter
come
she
soone
or
late
,
Some
of
vs
will
be
vp
to
let
her
in
,
For
heere
be
three
meanes
not
to
sleepe
to night
:
Well
you
must
be
gone
?
commende
me
to
your
wife
,
Take
heede
how
you
goe
downe
,
the
staires
are
bad
,
Bring
here
a
light
.
Moor.
Tis
well
I
thanke
you
sir
.
Exit
.
Pisa.
Good
night
maister
Moore
farwell
honest
friend
,
Come
,
come
to
bed
,
to
bed
tis
nine
and
past
,
Doe
not
stand
prating
here
to
make
me
fetch
you
,
But
gette
you
to
your
Chambers
.
Exit
Pisaro
.
Antho.
Birlady
heres
short
worke
,
harke
you
Girles
,
Will
you
to morrow
marry
with
the
strangers
.
Mall
.
Y
fayth
sir
no
Ile
first
leape
out
at
window
,
Before
Marina
marry
with
a
stranger
,
Antho.
Yes
but
your
father
sweares
,
you
shall
haue
one
.
Ma.
Yes
but
his
daughters
,
swears
they
shall
haue
none
,
These
horeson
Canniballs
,
these
Philistines
,
These
tango mongoes
shall
not
rule
Ore
me
,
Ile
haue
my
will
and
Ned
,
or
Ile
haue
none
.
Antho.
How
will
you
get
him
?
how
will
you
get
him
?
I
know
no
other
way
except
it
be
this
,
That
when
your
fathers
in
his
soundest
sleepe
,
You
ope
the
Dore
and
runne
away
with
them
,
All
sisters
.
So
wee
will
rather
then
misse
of
them
.
Antho.
Tis
well
resolude
yfayth
and
like
your selues
,
But
heare
you
?
to
your
Chambers
presently
,
Least
that
your
father
doe
discry
our
drift
,
Exeunt
Sisters
.
Mistres
Susan
should
come
but
she
cannot
,
Nor
perhaps
shall
not
,
yet
perhaps
she
shall
,
Might
not
a
man
conceipt
a
prettie
iest
?
And
make
as
mad
a
Riddle
as
this
is
,
If
all
thinges
fadge
not
,
as
all
thinges
should
doe
,
Wee
shall
be
sped
y'fayth
,
Matt
shall
haue
hue
.
Enter
Vandalle
and
Frisco
.
Vand.
Wear
be
you
mester
Frisco
.
Frisc.
Here
sir
,
here
sir
,
now
if
I
could
cousen
him
,
take
heede
sir
hers
a
post
.
Vand.
Ick
be
so
groterly
hot
,
datt
ick
swette
,
Oh
wen
sal
we
come
dare
.
Frisc.
Be
you
so
hotte
sir
,
let
me
carry
your
Cloake
,
I
assure
you
it
will
ease
you
much
.
Vand.
Dare
here
,
dare
,
tis
so
Darke
ey
can
neit
see
.
Frisc.
I
,
so
so
:
now
you
may
trauell
in
your
Hose
and
Doublet
:
now
looke
I
as
like
the
Dutchman
,
as
if
I
were
spit
out
of
his
mouth
:
Ile
straight
home
,
&
speake
groote
and
broode
,
and
toot
and
gibrish
;
and
in
the
darke
Ile
haue
a
fling
at
the
Wenches
.
Well
,
I
say
no
more
;
farewell
M.
Mendall
,
I
must
goe
seeke
my
fortune
.
Exit
Frisco
.
Vanda.
Mester
Frisco
,
mester
Frisco
,
wat
sal
you
no
speak
;
make
you
de
Foole
?
Why
mester
Frisco
;
Oh
de
skellum
,
he
be
ga
met
de
Cloake
,
me
sal
seg
his
mester
,
han
mester
Frisco
,
waer
sidy
mester
Frisco
.
Exit
Vandal
.
Enter
Haruie
,
Heigham
,
and
Walgraue
.
Haruy.
Goes
the
case
so
well
signor
bottle-nose
?
It
may
be
we
shall
ouerreach
your
drift
;
This
is
the
time
the
Wenches
sent
vs
word
Our
bumbast
Dutchman
and
his
mates
will
come
.
Well
neat
Italian
,
you
must
don
my
shape
:
Play
your
part
well
,
or
I
may
haps
pay
you
.
What
,
speechlesse
Ned
?
fayth
whereon
musest
thou
?
Tis
on
your
French
coriuall
,
for
my
life
:
Hee
come
ete
vostre
,
and
so
foorth
,
Till
he
hath
foysted
in
a
Brat
or
two
?
How
then
,
how
then
?
Walg.
Swounds
Ile
geld
him
first
,
Ere
that
insestious
loszell
reuell
there
.
Well
Matt
,
I
thinke
thou
knowst
what
Ned
can
doe
;
Shouldst
thou
change
Ned
for
Noddy
,
mee
for
him
,
Thou
didst
not
know
thy
losse
,
yfayth
thou
didst
not
.
Heigh.
Come
leaue
this
idle
chatte
,
and
lets
prouide
Which
of
vs
shall
be
scar-crow
to
these
Fooles
,
And
set
them
out
the
way
?
Walg.
Why
that
will
I
.
Haru.
Then
put
a
Sword
into
a
mad-mans
hand
:
Thou
art
so
hasty
,
that
but
crosse
thy
humor
,
And
thou't
be
ready
crosse
them
ore
the
pates
:
Therefore
for
this
time
,
Ile
supply
the
rome
.
Heigh.
And
so
we
shall
be
sure
of
chatt
enough
;
Youle
hold
them
with
your
floutes
and
gulles
so
long
,
That
all
the
night
will
scarcely
be
enough
To
put
in
practise
,
what
we
haue
deuisde
:
Come
,
come
,
Ile
be
the
man
shall
doe
the
deed
.
Haru.
Well
,
I
am
content
to
saue
your
longing
.
But
soft
,
where
are
we
?
Ha
,
heere's
the
house
,
Come
let
vs
take
our
stands
:
Fraunce
stand
you
there
,
And
Ned
and
I
will
crosse
t'other
side
.
Heigh.
Doe
so
:
But
hush
,
I
heare
one
passing
hither
.
Enter
Aluaro
.
Aluar.
Oh
de
fauorable
aspect
of
de
heauen
,
tis
so
obscure
,
so
darke
,
so
blacke
dat
no
mortalle
creature
can
know
de
me
:
I
pray
a
Dio
I
sal
haue
de
reight
Wench
:
Ah
si
I
be
recht
,
here
be
de
huis
of
signor
Pisaro
,
I
sall
haue
de
madona
Marina
,
and
daruor
I
sall
knocke
to
de
dore
.
He
knockes
.
Heigh.
What
a
pox
are
you
mad
or
druncke
;
What
,
doe
you
meane
to
breake
my
Glasses
?
Alua.
Wat
be
dat
Glasse
?
Wat
druncke
,
wat
mad
?
Heigh.
What
Glasses
sir
;
why
my
Glasses
:
and
if
you
be
so
crancke
,
Ile
call
the
Constable
;
you
will
not
enter
into
a
mans
house
(
I
hope
)
in
spight
of
him
?
Haru.
Nor
durst
you
be
so
bold
as
to
stand
there
,
Yf
once
the
Maister
of
the
House
did
know
it
.
Alua.
Is
dit
your
Hous
?
be
you
de
Signor
of
dis
Cassa
?
Heigh.
Signor
me
no
signors
,
nor
cassa
me
no
cassas
:
but
get
you
hence
,
or
you
are
like
to
taste
of
the
Bastinado
.
Heigh.
Do
,
do
,
good
Ferdinand
,
pummell
the
logerhead
.
Alua.
Is
this
neit
the
Hous
of
mester
Pisaro
?
Heigh.
Yes
marry
when
?
can
you
tell
:
how
doe
you
?
I
thanke
you
heartily
,
my
finger
in
your
mouth
.
Alua.
Wat
be
dat
?
Heigh.
Marry
that
you
are
an
Asse
and
a
Logerhead
,
To
seeke
maister
Pisaros
house
heere
.
Alua.
I
prey
de
gratia
,
wat
be
dis
plashe
?
Wat
doe
ye
call
dit
strete
?
Heigh.
What
sir
;
why
Leaden-hall
,
could
you
not
see
the
foure
Spoutes
as
you
came
along
?
Alua.
Certenemento
Leden
hall
,
I
hit
my
hed
by
de
way
,
dare
may
be
de
voer
Spouts
:
I
prey
de
gratia
,
wish
be
de
wey
to
Crochefriers
?
Heigh.
How
,
to
Croched-friers
?
Marry
you
must
goe
along
till
you
come
to
the
Pumpe
,
and
then
turne
on
your
right
hand
.
Alua.
Signor
,
adio
.
Exit
Aluaro
.
Haru.
Farewell
and
be
hang'd
Signor
:
Now
for
your
fellow
,
if
the
Asse
would
come
.
Enter
Delion
.
Delio.
By
my
trot
me
doe
so
mush
tincke
of
dit
Gentle-woman
de
fine
Wenshe
,
dat
me
tincke
esh
houer
ten
day
,
and
esh
day
ten
yeare
,
till
I
come
to
her
:
Here
be
de
huise
of
sin
vader
,
sall
alle
and
knocke
.
He
knocks
.
Heigh.
What
a
bots
ayle
you
,
are
you
madd
?
Will
you
runne
ouer
me
and
breake
my
Glasses
?
Delio.
Glasses
,
wat
Glasses
?
Prey
is
monsieur
Pisaro
to
de
mayson
?
Haru.
Harke
Ned
,
there's
thy
substaunce
Walg.
Nay
by
the
Masse
,
the
substaunce's
heere
,
The
shaddow's
but
an
Asse
.
Heigh.
What
Maister
Pisaro
?
Logerhead
,
heere's
none
of
your
Pisaros
?
Delio.
Yes
but
dit
is
the
houis
of
mester
Pisaro
.
Walg.
Will
not
this
monsieur
Motley
take
his
answer
?
Ile
goe
and
knocke
the
asse
about
the
pate
.
Har.
Nay
by
your
leaue
sir
,
but
Ile
hold
your
worship
.
This
sturre
we
should
haue
had
,
had
you
stood
there
.
Walg.
Why
,
would
it
not
vexe
one
to
heare
the
asse
,
Stand
prating
here
of
dit
and
dan
,
and
den
and
dog
?
Haru.
One
of
thy
mettle
Ned
,
would
surely
doe
it
:
But
peace
,
and
harke
to
the
rest
.
Delio.
Doe
no
de
fine
Gentlewoman
matresse
Mathea
dwell
in
dit
Plashe
?
Heigh.
No
sir
,
here
dwels
none
of
your
fine
Gantle-woman
:
Twere
a
good
deed
sirra
,
to
see
who
you
are
;
You
come
hither
to
steale
my
Glasses
.
And
then
counterfeite
you
are
going
to
your
Queanes
.
Delio.
I
be
deceu
dis
darke
neight
;
here
be
no
Wenshe
,
I
be
no
in
de
right
plashe
:
I
prey
Monsieur
,
wat
be
name
dis
Streete
,
and
wishe
be
de
way
to
Croshe-friers
?
Heigh.
Marry
this
is
Fanchurch-streete
,
And
the
best
way
to
Crotched-friers
,
is
to
follow
your
nose
Delio.
Vanshe
,
streete
,
how
shaunce
me
come
to
Vanshe
streete
?
vell
monsieur
,
me
must
alle
to
Croche-friers
.
Exit
Delion
.
Walg.
Farewell
fortipence
,
goe
seeke
your
Signor
,
I
hope
youle
finde
your selues
two
Dolts
anone
:
Hush
Fredinand
,
I
heare
the
last
come
stamping
hither
.
Enter
Frisco
.
Frise.
Ha
sirra
,
I
haue
left
my
fatte
Dutchman
,
and
runne
my selfe
almost
out
of
breath
too
:
now
to
my
young
mistresses
goe
I
,
some body
cast
an
old
shoe
after
me
:
but
soft
,
how
shall
I
doe
to
counterfeite
the
Dutchman
,
be
cause
I
speake
English
so
like
a
naturall
;
Tush
,
take
you
no
thought
for
that
,
let
me
alone
for
Squintum
squantum
:
soft
,
her's
my
Maisters
house
,
High.
Whose
there
.
Frisc.
Whose
there
,
why
sir
here
is
:
Nay
thats
too
good
English
;
Why
here
be
de
growtte
Dutchman
.
Heigh.
Then
theres
not
onely
a
growte
head
,
but
an
Asse
also
.
Frisc.
What
be
yoo
,
yoo
be
an
English
Oxe
to
call
a
gentle
moan
Asse
.
Haru.
Harke
Ned
yonders
good
greeting
.
Frisc.
But
yoo
,
and
yoo
be
Maister
Mouse
that
dwell
here
,
tell
your
matressa
Laurentia
datt
her
sweete
harte
Maister
Vandall
would
speake
with
horde
,
Heigh.
Maister
Mendall
,
gette
you
gon
,
least
you
get
a
broken
Pate
and
so
marre
all
:
heres
no
entrance
for
misstres
Laurentios
sweete
heart
.
Frisc.
Gods
sacaren
watt
is
the
luck
now
.
Shall
not
I
come
to
my
friend
maister
Pisar
Hoose
?
Heigh.
Yes
and
to
maister
Pisaros
Shoes
too
,
if
hee
or
they
were
here
.
Frisc.
Why
my
groute
friend
,
M.
Pisaro
doth
dwel
here
.
Heigh.
Sirra
,
you
lye
,
heere
dwells
no body
but
I
,
that
haue
dwelt
here
this
one
&
forty
yeares
,
and
sold
Glasses
.
Walg.
Lye
farder
,
one
and
fifty
at
the
least
.
Fris.
Hoo
,
hoo
,
hoo
;
do
you
giue
the
Gentleman
the
ly
?
Haru.
I
sir
,
and
will
giue
you
a
licke
of
my
Cudgell
,
if
yee
stay
long
and
trouble
the
whole
streete
with
your
bawling
:
hence
dolt
,
and
goe
seeke
M.
Pisaros
House
.
Frisc.
Goe
seeke
M.
Pisaros
House
;
Where
shall
I
goe
seeke
it
?
Hegh.
Why
,
you
shall
goe
seeke
it
where
it
is
.
Frisc.
That
is
here
in
Crodched-friers
.
Heigh.
How
Loger-head
,
is
Croched-friers
heere
?
I
thought
you
were
some
such
drunken
Asse
,
That
come
to
seeke
Croched-friers
in
Tower-streete
:
But
get
you
along
on
your
left
hand
,
and
be
hang'd
;
You
haue
kept
me
out
of
my
Bedd
with
your
bangling
,
A
good
while
longer
then
I
would
haue
been
.
Frisc.
Ah
,
ah
,
How
is
this
?
Is
not
this
Croched-friers
?
Tell
mee
,
Ile
hold
a
Crowne
they
gaue
me
so
much
Wine
at
the
Tauerne
,
that
I
am
druncke
,
and
know
not
out
.
Haru.
My
Dutchman's
out
his
Compasse
&
his
Card
;
Hee's
reckning
what
Winde
hath
droue
him
hither
:
Ile
sweare
hee
thinkes
neuer
to
see
Pisaros
.
Frisc.
Nay
tis
so
,
I
am
sure
druncke
:
Soft
let
mee
see
,
what
was
I
about
?
Oh
now
I
haue
it
,
I
must
goe
to
my
Maisters
house
and
counterfeite
the
Dutchman
,
and
get
my
young
Mistresse
:
well
,
and
I
must
turne
on
my
left
hand
,
for
I
haue
forgot
the
way
quite
and
cleane
:
Fare
de
well
good
frend
,
I
am
a
simple
Dutchman
I
.
Exit
Frisco
.
Heigh.
Faire
weather
after
you
.
And
now
my
Laddes
,
Haue
I
not
plide
my
part
as
I
should
doe
?
Haru.
Twas
well
,
twas
well
:
But
now
let's
cast
about
,
To
set
these
Woodcocks
farder
from
the
House
,
And
afterwards
returne
vnto
our
Girles
.
Walg.
Content
,
content
;
come
,
come
make
haste
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Aluaro
.
Alua.
I
goe
and
turne
,
and
dan
I
come
to
dis
plashe
,
I
can
no
tell
watt
,
and
sall
doe
I
can
no
tell
watt
,
turne
by
the
Pumpe
;
I
pumpe
it
faire
.
Enter
Delion
.
Delio.
Me
alle
,
ende
alle
&
can
no
come
to
Croche-friers
.
Enter
Frisco
.
Frisc.
Oh
miserable
Blacke-pudding
,
if
I
can
tell
which
is
the
way
to
my
Maisters
house
,
I
am
a
Red-herring
,
and
no
honest
Gentleman
.
Alua.
Who
parlato
daer
?
Delio.
Who
be
der
?
who
alle
der
?
Frisc.
How's
this
?
For
my
life
here
are
the
Strangers
:
Oh
that
I
had
the
Dutchmans
Hose
,
that
I
might
creepe
into
the
Pockets
;
they'le
all
three
fall
vpon
me
&
beat
me
.
Alua.
Who
doe
der
ander
?
Delio.
Amis
?
Frisc.
Oh
braue
;
it's
no body
but
M.
Pharoo
and
the
Frenchman
going
to
our
House
,
on
my
life
:
well
,
Ile
haue
some
sport
with
them
,
if
the
Watch
hinder
me
not
.
Who
goes
there
?
Delio.
Who
parle
der
,
in
wat
plashe
,
in
wat
streat
be
you
?
Frisc.
Why
sir
,
I
can
tell
where
I
am
;
I
am
in
Tower-streete
:
Where
a
Diuell
be
you
?
Delio.
Io
be
here
in
Lede-hall
.
Frisc.
In
Leaden-hall
?
I
trow
I
shall
meete
with
you
anone
:
in
Leaden-hall
?
What
a
simple
Asse
is
this
Frenchman
.
Some
more
of
this
:
Where
are
you
sir
?
Alua.
Moy
I
be
here
in
Vanshe-streete
.
Frisc.
This
is
excellent
ynfayth
,
as
fit
as
a
Fiddle
:
I
in
Tower-streete
,
you
in
Leaden-hall
,
and
the
third
in
Fanchurch-streete
;
and
yet
all
three
heare
one
another
,
and
all
three
speake
togeather
:
either
wee
must
be
all
three
in
Leaden-hall
,
or
all
three
in
Tower-streete
,
or
all
three
in
Fanchurch-streete
;
or
all
three
Fooles
.
Alua.
Monsieur
Gentle-home
,
can
you
well
tesh
de
wey
to
Croshe-frier
?
Frisc.
How
to
Croched-friers
?
I
,
I
sir
,
passing
well
if
you
will
follow
mee
.
Delio.
I
dat
me
sal
monsier
Gentle-home
,
and
giue
you
tanks
.
Frisc.
And
monsiur
Pharo
,
I
shall
lead
you
such
a
iaunt
,
that
you
shall
scarce
giue
me
thankes
for
.
Come
sirrs
follow
mee
:
now
for
a
durtie
Puddle
,
the
pissing
Condit
,
or
a
great
Post
,
that
might
turne
these
two
from
Asses
to
Oxen
by
knocking
their
Hornes
to
their
Fore-heads
.
Alua.
Whaer
be
de
now
signor
?
Frisc.
Euen
where
you
will
signor
,
for
I
know
not
:
Soft
I
smell
:
Oh
pure
Nose
.
Delio.
VVat
do
you
smell
?
Frisc.
I
haue
the
scent
of
London-stone
as
full
in
my
nose
,
as
Abchurch-lane
of
mother
Walles
Pasties
:
Sirrs
feele
about
,
I
smell
London-stone
.
Alua.
Wat
be
dis
?
Frisc.
Soft
let
me
see
;
feele
I
should
say
,
for
I
cannot
see
:
Oh
lads
pray
for
my
life
,
for
we
are
almost
at
Croched-friers
.
Delio.
Dats
good
:
but
watt
be
dis
Post
?
Frisc.
This
Post
;
why
tis
the
May-pole
on
Iuie-bridge
going
to
Westminster
.
Delio.
Ho
Wesmistere
,
how
come
we
tol
Wesmistere
?
Frisc.
Why
on
your
Legges
fooles
,
how
should
you
goe
?
Soft
,
heere's
an other
:
Oh
now
I
know
in
deede
where
I
am
;
wee
are
now
at
the
fardest
end
of
Shoredich
,
for
this
is
the
May-pole
.
Delo.
Sordiche
;
O
dio
,
dere
be
some
nautie
tinge
,
some
Spirite
do
leade
vs
.
Frisc.
You
say
true
sir
,
for
I
am
afeard
your
French
spirt
is
vp
so
far
alredy
,
that
you
brought
me
this
way
,
because
you
would
finde
a
Charme
for
it
at
the
Blew
Bore
in
the
Spittle
:
But
soft
,
who
comes
heere
?
Enter
a
Belman
.
Bel.
Maydes
in
your
Smocks
,
looke
wel
to
your
Locks
,
Your
Fier
and
your
Light
;
and
God
giue
you
good
night
.
Delia.
Monsieur
Gentle-home
,
I
prey
parle
one
,
too
,
tree
,
fore
,
words
vore
vs
to
dis
oull
man
.
Frisc.
Yes
marry
shall
I
sir
.
I
pray
honest
Fellow
,
in
what
Streete
be
wee
?
Bel.
Ho
Frisco
,
whither
friske
you
at
this
time
of
night
?
Delio.
What
,
Monsieur
Frisco
?
Alua.
Signor
Frisco
?
Frisc.
The
same
,
the
same
:
Harke
yee
honesty
,
mee thinkes
you
might
doe
well
to
haue
an
M.
vnder
your
Girdle
,
considering
how
Signor
Pifaro
,
and
this
other
Monsieur
doe
hold
of
mee
.
Bell.
Oh
sir
,
I
cry
you
mercie
;
pardon
this
fault
,
and
Ile
doe
as
much
for
you
the
next
time
.
Fris.
Well
,
passing
ouer
superfluicall
talke
,
I
pray
what
Street
is
this
;
for
it
is
so
darke
,
I
know
not
where
I
am
?
Bell.
Why
art
thou
druncke
,
Dost
thou
not
know
Fanchurch-streete
?
Frisc.
I
sir
,
a
good
Fellow
may
sometimes
be
ouerseene
among
Friends
;
I
was
drinking
with
my
Maister
and
these
Gentlemen
,
and
therefore
no
maruaile
though
I
be
none
of
the
wisest
at
this
present
:
But
I
pray
thee
Goodman
Buttericke
,
bring
mee
to
my
Maisters
House
.
Bel.
Why
I
will
,
I
will
,
push
that
you
are
so
strange
now
adayes
:
but
it
is
an
old
said
saw
,
Honors
change
Manners
.
Frisc.
Good-man
Buttericke
will
you
walke
afore
:
Come
honest
Friends
,
will
yee
goe
to
our
House
?
Delio.
Ouy
monsieur
Frisco
.
Alua.
Si
signor
Frisco
.
Enter
Vandalle
.
Vand.
Oh
de
skellam
Frisco
,
ic
weit
neit
waer
dat
ic
be
,
ic
goe
and
hit
my
nose
op
dit
post
,
and
ic
goe
and
hit
my
nose
op
danden
post
;
Oh
de
villaine
:
Well
,
waer
ben
ic
now
?
Haw
laet
syen
is
dut
neit
croshe
vrier
,
ya
seker
so
ist
and
dit
M.
Pisaros
huis
:
Oh
de
good
shaunce
,
well
ic
sall
now
haue
de
Wenshe
Laurentia
,
mestris
Laurentia
.
Enter
Laurentia
,
Marina
,
Mathea
,
aboue
.
Mari.
Who's
there
,
Maister
Haruie
?
Math.
Maister
Walgraue
?
Laur.
Maister
Heigham
?
Vand.
Ya
my
Louue
,
here
be
mester
Heigham
your
groot
frinde
.
Mari.
How
,
Maister
Heigham
my
grot
vrinde
?
Out
alas
,
here's
one
of
the
Strangers
.
Lauren.
Peace
you
Mammet
,
let's
see
which
it
is
;
wee
may
chaunce
teach
him
a
strange
tricke
for
his
learning
:
M.
Heigham
,
what
wind
driues
you
to
our
house
so
late
?
Vand.
Oh
my
leif
Mesken
,
de
loue
tol
v
be
so
groot
,
dat
het
bring
me
out
my
bed
voor
you
.
Math.
Ha
,
ha
,
we
know
the
Asse
by
his
eares
;
it
is
the
Dutchman
:
what
shall
we
doe
with
him
?
Laure.
Peace
,
let
him
not
know
,
that
you
are
heere
:
M.
Heigham
,
if
you
will
stay
awhile
that
I
may
se
,
if
my
Father
be
a sleepe
,
and
Ile
make
meanes
we
may
come
togeather
Vand.
Dat
sal
ick
my
Loua
.
Is
dit
no
well
counterfett
I
speake
so
like
mester
Heigham
as
tis
possible
.
Laure.
Well
,
what
shall
we
doe
with
this
Lubber
?
(
Louer
I
should
say
.
)
Math.
What
shall
wee
doe
with
him
?
Why
crowne
him
with
a
—
Mart.
Fie
Slutt
:
No
,
wele
vse
him
clenlier
;
you
know
we
haue
neuer
a
Signe
at
the
dore
,
would
not
the
iest
proue
currant
,
to
make
the
Dutchman
supply
that
want
.
Laure.
Nay
,
the
foole
wil
cry
out
,
&
so
wake
my
father
.
Mat.
Why
,
then
wele
cut
the
Rope
&
cast
him
downe
.
Laur.
And
so
iest
out
a
hanging
;
let's
rather
draw
him
vp
in
the
Basket
,
and
so
starue
him
to
death
this
frosty
night
.
Mari.
In
sadnesse
,
well
aduisde
:
Sister
,
doe
you
holde
him
in
talke
,
and
weele
prouide
it
whilst
.
Laur.
Goe
to
then
.
M.
Heigham
,
oh
sweete
M
Higham
,
doth
my
Father
thinke
that
his
vnkindnes
can
part
you
&
poore
Laurentia
?
No
,
no
,
I
haue
found
a
drift
to
bring
you
to
my
Chamber
,
if
you
haue
but
the
heart
to
venter
it
.
Vand.
Ventre
,
salick
goe
to
de
see
,
and
be
de
see
,
and
ore
de
see
and
in
de
see
voer
my
sweete
Louue
.
Laur.
Then
you
dare
goe
into
a
Basket
;
for
I
know
no
other
meanes
to
inioy
your
companie
,
then
so
:
for
my
Father
hath
the
Keyes
of
the
Dore
.
Vand.
Salick
climb
vp
tot
you
?
sal
ick
fly
vp
tot
you
?
salick
,
wat
segdy
?
Math.
Bid
him
doe
it
Sister
,
wee
shall
see
his
cunning
.
Laur.
Oh
no
,
so
you
may
catch
a
fal
.
There
M.
Heigham
,
Put
your selfe
into
that
Basket
,
and
I
will
draw
you
vp
:
But
no
words
I
pray
you
,
for
feare
my
Sister
heare
you
.
Vand.
No
,
no
;
no
word
:
Oh
de
feete
Wenshe
,
Ick
come
,
Ick
come
.
Laur.
Are
you
ready
maister
Heigham
?
Vand.
Ia
ick
my
sout
Lady
.
Mari.
Merily
then
my
Wenches
.
Laur
How
heauie
the
Asse
is
:
Maister
Heigham
,
is
there
any
in
the
Basket
but
your selfe
?
Vand.
Neit
,
neit
,
dare
be
no
man
.
Laur.
Are
you
vp
sir
?
Vand.
Neit
,
neit
.
Mari
Nor
neuer
are
you
like
to
climbe
more
higher
:
Sisters
,
the
Woodcock's
caught
,
the
Foole
is
cag'd
.
Vand.
My
sout
Lady
I
be
nuc
neit
vp
,
pul
me
totv
.
Math.
When
can
you
tell
;
what
maister
Vandalle
,
A
wether
beaten
soldier
an
old
wencher
,
Thus
to
be
ouer
reach'd
by
three
young
Girles
:
Ah
sirra
now
weele
bragge
with
Mistres
Moore
,
To
haue
as
fine
a
Parret
as
she
hath
,
Looke
sisters
what
a
pretty
foole
it
is
:
What
a
greene
greasie
shyning
Coate
he
hath
,
An
Almonde
for
Parret
,
a
Rope
for
Parret
.
Vand.
Doe
you
moc
que
me
seger
seger
,
I
sal
seg
your
vader
.
Laur.
Doe
and
you
dare
,
you
see
here
is
your
fortune
,
Disquiet
not
my
father
;
if
you
doe
,
Ile
send
you
with
a
vengeance
to
the
ground
,
Well
we
must
confesse
we
trouble
you
,
And
ouer
watching
makes
a
wiseman
madde
,
Much
more
a
foole
,
theres
a
Cusshon
for
you
.
Mar.
To
bore
you
through
the
nose
.
Laur.
To
lay
your
head
on
.
Couch
in
your
Kennell
sleape
and
fall
to
rest
,
And
so
good
night
for
London
maydes
skorne
still
,
A
Dutch-man
should
be
seene
to
curbe
their
will
.
Vand.
Hort
ye
Daughter
,
hort
ye
¿
gods
se
ker
kin
?
will
ye
no
let
me
come
tot
you
?
ick
bid
you
let
me
come
tot
you
watt
sal
ick
don
,
ick
woud
neit
vor
vn
hundred
pounde
Aluaro
&
Delion
,
should
see
me
ope
dit
maner
,
well
wat
sal
ick
don
,
ick
mout
neit
cal
:
vor
de
Wenshes
wil
cut
de
rope
and
breake
my
necke
;
ick
sal
here
bleauen
til
de
morning
,
&
dan
ick
sal
cal
to
mester
Pisaro
,
&
make
him
shafe
&
shite
his
dauctors
:
Oh
de
skellum
Frisco
,
Oh
des
cruell
Hores
.
Enter
Pisaro
.
Pisa.
Ile
put
the
Light
out
,
least
I
be
espied
,
For
closely
I
haue
stolne
me
foorth
a doares
,
That
I
might
know
,
how
my
three
Sonnes
haue
sped
.
Now
(
afore
God
)
my
heart
is
passing
light
,
That
I
haue
ouerreach'd
the
Englishmen
:
Ha
,
ha
,
Maister
Vandalle
,
many
such
nights
Will
swage
your
bigg
swolne
bulke
,
and
make
it
lancke
:
When
I
was
young
;
yet
though
my
Haires
be
gray
,
I
haue
a
Young
mans
spirit
to
the
death
,
And
can
as
nimbly
trip
it
with
a
Girle
,
As
those
which
fold
the
spring-tide
in
their
Beards
:
Lord
how
the
verie
thought
of
former
times
,
Supples
these
neere
dried
limbes
with
actiuenesse
:
Well
,
thoughts
are
shaddowes
,
sooner
lost
then
seene
,
Now
to
my
Daughters
,
and
their
merrie
night
,
I
hope
Aluaro
and
his
companie
,
Haue
read
to
them
morrall
Philosophie
,
And
they
are
full
with
it
:
Heere
Ile
stay
,
And
tarry
till
my
gallant
youths
come
foorth
.
Enter
Haruie
,
Walgraue
,
and
Heigham
.
Heigh.
You
mad-man
,
wild-oats
,
mad-cap
,
where
art
thou
?
Walg.
Heere
afore
.
Haru.
Oh
ware
what
loue
is
?
Ned
hath
found
the
scent
;
And
if
the
Connie
chaunce
to
misse
her
Burrough
,
Shee's
ouer-borne
y
fayth
,
she
cannot
stand
it
.
Pisa.
I
know
that
voyce
,
or
I
am
much
deceiued
.
Heigh.
Come
,
why
loyter
wee
?
this
is
the
Dore
:
But
soft
,
heere's
one
asleepe
.
Walg.
Come
,
let
mee
feele
:
Oh
tis
some
Rogue
or
other
;
spurne
him
,
spurne
him
.
Haru.
Be
not
so
wilfull
,
prethee
let
him
lie
.
Heigh.
Come
backe
,
come
backe
,
for
wee
are
past
the
house
Yonder's
Matheas
Chamber
with
the
light
.
Pisa.
Well
fare
a
head
,
or
I
had
been
discride
.
Gods
mee
,
what
make
the
Youngsters
heere
so
late
?
I
am
a
Rouge
,
and
spurne
him
:
well
Iacke
sauce
,
The
Rogue
is
waking
yet
,
to
marre
your
sport
.
Walg.
Matt
,
Mistris
Mathea
;
where
be
these
Girles
?
Enter
Mathea
alone
.
Math.
VVho's
there
below
?
Walg.
Thy
Ned
,
kind
Ned
,
thine
honest
trusty
Ned
.
Math.
No
,
no
,
it
is
the
Frenchman
in
his
stead
,
That
Mounsieur
motlicoate
that
can
dissemble
:
Heare
you
Frenchman
,
packe
to
your
Whores
in
Fraunce
;
Though
I
am
Portingale
by
the
Fathers
side
,
And
therefore
should
be
lustfull
,
wanton
,
light
;
Yet
goodman
Goosecap
,
I
will
let
you
know
,
That
I
haue
so
much
English
by
the
Mother
,
That
no
bace
slauering
French
shall
make
me
stoope
:
And
so
,
sir
Dan-delion
fare
you
well
.
Walg.
What
speachlesse
,
not
a
word
:
why
how
now
Ned
?
Har.
The
Wench
hath
tane
him
downe
,
He
hanges
his
head
.
Walg.
You
Dan-de-lion
,
you
that
talke
so
well
:
Harke
you
a
word
or
two
good
Mistris
Matt
,
Did
you
appoynt
your
Friends
to
meete
you
heere
,
And
being
come
,
tell
vs
of
Whores
in
Fraunce
,
A
Spanish
lennet
,
and
an
English
Mare
,
A
Mongrill
,
halfe
a
Dogge
and
halfe
a
Bitch
;
VVith
Tran-dido
,
Dil-dido
,
and
I
know
not
what
?
Heare
you
,
if
you'le
run
away
with
Ned
,
And
be
content
to
take
me
as
you
find
me
,
VVhy
so
law
,
I
am
yours
:
if
otherwise
,
Youle
change
your
Ned
,
to
be
a
Frenchmans
Trull
?
VVhy
then
,
Madame
Delion
,
Ie
vous
lassera
a
Die
,
et
la
bon
fortune
.
Math.
That
voyce
assures
mee
,
that
it
is
my
Loue
:
Say
truly
,
Art
thou
my
Ned
?
art
thou
my
Loue
?
Walg.
Swounds
who
should
I
be
but
Ned
?
You
make
me
sweare
.
Enter
aboue
Marina
.
Mari.
Who
speake
you
to
?
Mathea
who's
below
?
Haru.
Marina
.
Mari.
Young
maister
Haruy
?
for
that
voyce
saith
so
.
Enter
Laurentia
.
Alua.
Speake
sister
Matt
,
is
not
my
true
Loue
there
?
Math.
Ned
is
.
Laur.
Not
maister
Heigham
?
Heigh.
Laurentia
,
heere
.
Laur.
Yfayth
thou'rt
welcome
.
Heigh.
Better
cannot
Fall
.
Math.
Sweete
,
so
art
thou
.
Mari.
As
much
to
mine
.
Laur.
Nay
Gentles
,
welcome
all
.
Pisa.
Here's
cunning
harlotries
,
they
feed
these
off
With
welcome
,
and
kind
words
,
whilst
other
Lads
.
Reuell
in
that
delight
they
should
possesse
:
Good
Girls
,
I
promise
you
I
like
you
well
.
Mari.
Say
maister
Haruy
,
saw
you
,
as
you
came
,
That
Leacher
,
which
my
Sire
appoynts
my
man
;
I
meane
that
wanton
base
Italian
,
That
Spannish-leather
spruce
companion
:
That
anticke
Ape
trickt
vp
in
fashion
?
Had
the
Asse
come
,
I'de
learne
him
,
difference
been
Betwixt
an
English
Gentleman
and
him
.
Heigh.
How
would
you
vse
him
.
(
sweete
)
.
If
he
should
come
?
Mari.
Nay
nothing
(
sweet
)
but
only
wash
his
crowne
:
Why
the
Asse
wooes
in
such
an
amorous
key
,
That
he
presumes
no
Wench
should
say
him
nay
:
Hee
slauers
not
his
Fingers
,
wipes
his
Bill
,
And
sweares
in
fayth
you
shall
,
in
fayth
I
will
;
That
I
am
almost
madd
to
bide
his
wocing
.
Heigh.
Looke
what
he
said
in
word
,
Ile
act
in
doing
.
Walg.
Leaue
thought
of
him
,
for
day
steales
on
apace
,
And
to
our
Loues
:
Will
you
performe
your
words
;
All
things
are
ready
,
and
the
Parson
stands
,
'To
ioyne
as
hearts
in
hearts
,
our
hands
in
hands
,
Night
fauours
vs
,
the
thing
is
quickly
done
,
Then
trusse
vp
bagg
and
Bagages
,
and
be
gone
:
And
ere
the
morninge
,
to
augment
your
ioyes
,
Weele
make
you
mothers
of
sixe
goodly
Boyes
.
Heigh.
Promise
them
three
good
Ned
,
and
say
no
more
.
Walg.
But
Ile
get
three
,
and
if
I
gette
not
foure
.
Pisa.
Theres
a
sound
Carde
at
Maw
,
a
lustie
lad
,
Your
father
thought
him
well
,
when
one
he
had
,
Heigh.
What
say
you
sweetes
,
will
you
performe
your
wordes
?
Matt.
Loue
to
true
loue
,
no
lesser
meede
affordes
?
Wee
say
we
loue
you
,
and
that
loues
fayre
breath
Shall
lead
vs
with
you
round
about
the
Earth
:
And
that
our
loues
,
vowes
,
wordes
,
may
all
proue
true
,
Prepare
your
Armes
,
for
thus
we
flie
to
you
.
they
Embrace
.
Walg.
This
workes
like
waxe
,
now
ere
to morrow
day
,
If
you
two
ply
it
but
as
well
as
I
,
Weele
worke
our
landes
out
of
Pisaros
Daughters
:
And
can
sell
all
our
bondes
in
their
great
Bellies
,
When
the
slaue
knowes
it
,
how
the
Roge
will
curse
.
Matt.
Sweete
hart
.
Walg.
Matt
.
Mathe.
Where
art
thou
.
Pisa.
Here
.
Mathe.
Oh
Iesus
heres
our
father
.
Walg.
The
Diuell
he
is
.
Haru
Maister
Pisaro
,
twenty
times
God
morrow
.
Pisa
,
Good
morrow
?
now
I
tell
you
Gentlemen
,
You
wrong
and
moue
my
patience
ouermuch
,
What
will
you
Rob
me
,
Kill
me
,
Cutte
my
Throte
:
And
set
mine
owne
bloud
here
against
me
too
,
You
huswifes
?
Baggages
?
or
what
is
worse
,
Wilfull
,
stoubborne
,
disobedient
:
Vse
it
not
Gentlemen
,
abuse
me
not
,
Newgate
hath
rome
,
theres
law
enough
in
England
,
Heigh.
Be
not
so
testie
,
heare
what
we
can
say
.
Pisa.
Will
you
be
wiu'de
?
first
learne
to
keepe
a
wife
,
Learne
to
be
thriftie
,
learne
to
keepe
your
Lands
,
And
learne
to
pay
your
debts
to
,
I
aduise
,
else
.
Walg.
What
else
,
what
Lands
,
what
Debts
,
what
will
you
doe
?
Haue
you
not
Land
in
Morgage
for
your
mony
,
Nay
since
tis
so
,
we
owe
you
not
a
Penny
,
Frette
not
,
Fume
not
,
neuer
bende
the
Browe
:
You
take
Tenn
in
the
hundred
more
then
Law
,
We
can
complayne
,
extortion
,
simony
,
Newgate
hath
Rome
,
thers
Law
enough
in
England
.
Heigh.
Prethe
haue
done
.
Walg.
Prethy
me
no
Prethies
.
Here
is
my
wife
,
Sbloud
touch
her
,
if
thou
darst
,
Hearst
thou
,
Ile
lie
with
her
before
thy
face
,
Against
the
Crosse
in
Cheape
,
here
,
any where
.
What
you
old
craftie
Fox
you
.
Heigh.
Ned
,
stop
there
.
Pisa.
Nay
,
nay
speake
out
,
beare
witnesse
Gentlemen
,
Whers
Mowche
,
charge
my
Musket
,
bring
me
my
Bill
,
For
here
are
some
that
meane
to
Rob
thy
maister
.
Enter
Anthony
.
I
am
a
Fox
with
you
,
well
Iack
sawce
,
Beware
least
for
a
Goose
,
I
pray
on
you
.
Exeunt
Pisaro
and
Daughters
.
In
baggages
,
Mowche
make
fast
the
doore
.
Walg.
A
vengeance
on
ill
lucke
,
Antho.
What
neuer
storme
,
But
bridle
anger
with
wise
gouernment
.
Heigh.
Whom
?
Anthony
our
friend
,
Ah
now
our
hopes
,
Are
found
too
light
to
ballance
our
ill
happes
.
Antho.
Tut
nere
say
so
,
for
Anthony
Is
not
deuoyde
of
meanes
to
helpe
his
Friends
.
Walg.
Swounds
,
what
a
diuell
made
he
foorth
so
late
Ile
lay
my
life
twas
hee
that
fainde
to
sleepe
,
And
we
all
vnsuspitious
,
tearmde
a
Roage
:
Oh
God
,
had
I
but
knowne
him
;
if
I
had
,
I
would
haue
writt
such
Letters
with
my
Sword
Vpon
the
bald
skin
of
his
parching
pate
,
That
he
should
nere
haue
liude
to
crosse
vs
more
.
Antho.
These
menaces
are
vaine
,
and
helpeth
naught
:
But
I
haue
in
the
deapth
of
my
conceit
Found
out
a
more
materiall
stratagem
:
Harke
Maister
Walgraue
,
yours
craues
quicke
dispatch
,
About
it
straight
,
stay
not
to
say
farewell
.
Exit
Walgraue
.
You
Maister
Heigham
,
hie
you
to
your
Chamber
,
And
stirre
not
foorth
,
my
shaddow
,
or
my selfe
,
Will
in
the
morning
earely
visit
you
;
Build
on
my
promise
sir
,
and
good
night
.
Exit
Heigham
.
Last
,
yet
as
great
in
loue
,
as
to
the
first
:
Yf
you
remember
,
once
I
told
a
iest
,
How
feigning
to
be
sicke
,
a
Friend
of
mine
Possest
the
happy
issue
of
his
Loue
:
That
counterfeited
humor
must
you
play
;
I
need
not
to
instruct
,
you
can
conceiue
,
Vse
maister
Browne
your
Host
,
as
chiefe
in
this
:
But
first
,
to
make
the
matter
seeme
more
true
,
Sickly
and
sadly
bid
the
churle
good
night
;
I
heare
him
at
the
Window
,
there
he
is
.
Enter
Pisaro
aboue
.
Now
for
a
tricke
to
ouerreach
the
Diuell
.
I
tell
you
sir
,
you
wrong
my
maister
much
,
And
then
to
make
amends
,
you
giue
hard
words
:
H'ath
been
a
friend
to
you
;
nay
more
,
a
Father
:
I
promise
you
,
tis
most
vngently
done
.
Pisa.
I
,
well
said
Mouche
,
now
I
see
thy
loue
,
And
thou
shalt
see
mine
,
one
day
if
I
liue
.
None
but
my
Daughters
sir
,
hanges
for
your
tooth
:
I'de
rather
see
them
hang'd
first
,
ere
you
get
them
.
Haru.
Maister
Pisaro
,
heare
a
dead
man
speake
,
Who
singes
the
wofull
accents
of
his
end
.
I
doe
confesse
I
loue
;
then
let
not
loue
Proue
the
sad
engine
of
my
liues
remooue
:
Marinaes
rich
Possession
was
my
blisse
?
Then
in
her
losse
,
all
ioy
eclipsed
is
:
As
euery
Plant
takes
vertue
of
the
Sunne
;
So
from
her
Eyes
,
this
life
and
beeing
sprung
:
But
now
debard
of
those
cleare
shyning
Rayes
,
Death
for
Earth
gapes
,
and
Earth
to
Death
obeyes
:
Each
word
thou
spakst
,
(
oh
speake
not
so
againe
)
Bore
Deaths
true
image
on
the
Word
ingrauen
;
Which
as
it
flue
mixt
with
Heauens
ayerie
breath
,
Summond
the
dreadfull
Sessions
of
my
death
:
I
leaue
thee
to
thy
wish
,
and
may
th'euent
Prooue
equall
to
thy
hope
and
hearts
content
.
Marina
to
that
hap
,
that
happiest
is
;
My
Body
to
the
Graue
,
my
Soule
to
blisse
.
Haue
I
done
well
?
Exit
Haruie
.
Antho.
Excellent
well
in
troth
.
Pisar.
I
,
goe
;
I
,
goe
:
your
words
moue
me
as
much
,
As
doth
a
Stone
being
cast
against
the
ayre
.
But
soft
,
What
Light
is
that
?
What
Folkes
be
those
?
Oh
tis
Aluaro
&
his
other
Friends
,
Ile
downe
&
let
them
in
.
Exit
.
Enter
Belman
,
Frisco
,
Vandalle
,
Delion
,
&
Aluaro
.
Frisc.
Where
are
we
now
gaffer
Buttericke
?
Bell.
Why
know
you
not
Croched-friers
,
where
be
your
wits
?
Aluar.
Wat
be
tis
Crosh-viers
?
vidite
padre
dare
;
tacke
you
dat
,
me
fal
troble
you
no
farre
.
Bell.
I
thanke
you
Gentlemen
,
good
night
:
Good
night
Frisco
.
Exit
Belman
.
Frisc.
Farewell
Buttericke
,
what
a
Clowne
it
is
:
Come
on
my
maisters
merrily
,
Ile
knocke
at
the
dore
.
Antho.
Who's
theere
,
our
three
wise
Woers
,
Blockhead
our
man
?
had
he
not
been
,
They
might
haue
hanged
them selues
,
For
any
Wenches
they
had
hit
vpon
:
Good
morrow
,
or
good
den
,
I
know
not
whether
.
Delio.
Monsieur
de
Mowche
,
wat
macke
you
out
de
Houis
so
late
?
Enter
Pisaro
below
.
Pisa.
What
,
what
,
young
men
&
sluggards
fy
for
shame
You
trifle
time
at
home
about
vaine
toyes
,
Whilst
others
in
the
meane
time
,
steale
your
Brides
:
I
tell
you
sir
,
the
English
Gentlemen
Had
wel-ny
mated
you
,
and
mee
,
and
all
;
The
Dores
were
open
,
and
the
Girles
abroad
,
Their
Sweet-hearts
ready
to
receiue
them
to
:
And
gone
forsooth
they
had
been
,
had
not
I
(
I
thinke
by
reuelation
)
stopt
their
flight
:
But
I
haue
coopt
them
vp
,
and
so
will
keepe
them
.
But
sirra
Frisco
,
where's
the
man
I
sent
for
?
VVhose
Cloake
haue
you
got
there
?
How
now
,
where's
Vandalle
?
Frisc.
For-sooth
he
is
not
heere
:
Maister
Mendall
you
meane
,
doe
you
not
?
Pisar.
VVhy
logerhead
,
him
I
sent
for
,
where
is
he
?
VVhere
hast
thou
been
?
How
hast
thou
spent
thy
time
?
Did
I
not
send
thee
to
my
Sonne
Vandalle
?
Frisc.
I
M.
Mendall
;
why
forsooth
I
was
at
his
Chamber
,
and
wee
were
comming
hitherward
,
and
he
was
very
hot
,
and
bade
me
carry
his
Cloake
;
and
I
no
sooner
had
it
,
but
he
(
being
very
light
)
firkes
me
downe
on
the
left
hand
,
and
I
turnd
downe
on
the
left
hand
,
and
so
lost
him
.
Pisa.
VVhy
then
you
turnd
togeather
,
Asse
.
Frisc.
No
sir
,
we
neuer
saw
one
another
since
.
Pisa.
VVhy
,
turnd
you
not
both
on
the
left
hand
?
Frisc.
No
for-sooth
we
turnd
both
on
the
left
hand
.
Pisa.
Hoyda
,
why
yet
you
went
both
togeather
.
Fris.
Ah
no
,
we
went
cleane
contrary
one
from
another
.
Pisa.
VVhy
Dolt
,
why
Patch
,
why
Asse
,
On
which
hand
turnd
yee
?
Frisc.
Alas
,
alas
,
I
cannot
tell
for-sooth
,
it
was
so
darke
I
could
not
see
,
on
which
hand
we
turnd
:
But
I
am
sure
we
turnd
one
way
.
Pisa.
VVas
euer
creature
plagud
with
such
a
Dolt
?
My
Sonne
Vandalle
now
hath
lost
himselfe
,
And
shall
all
night
goe
straying
bout
the
Towne
;
Or
meete
with
some
strange
Watch
that
knowes
him
not
;
And
all
by
such
an
arrant
Asse
as
this
.
Anth.
No
,
no
,
you
may
soone
smel
the
Dutchmans
lodging
:
Now
for
a
Figure
:
Out
alas
,
what's
yonder
?
Pisa.
VVhere
?
Fris.
Hoyda
,
hoyda
,
a
Basket
:
it
turnes
,
hoe
.
Pisa.
Peace
ye
Villaine
,
and
let's
see
who's
there
?
Goe
looke
about
the
House
;
where
are
our
weapons
?
VVhat
might
this
meane
?
Frisc.
Looke
,
looke
,
looke
;
there's
one
in
it
,
he
peeps
out
:
Is
there
nere
a
Stone
here
to
hurle
at
his
Nose
.
Pisa.
VVhat
,
wouldst
thou
breake
my
VVindowes
with
a
Stone
?
How
now
,
who's
there
,
who
are
you
sir
?
Frisc.
Looke
,
he
peepes
out
againe
:
Oh
it's
M.
Mendall
,
it's
M.
Mendall
:
how
got
he
vp
thither
?
Pisa.
What
,
my
Sonne
Vandalle
,
how
comes
this
to
passe
?
Alua.
Signor
Vandalle
,
wat
do
yo
goe
to
de
wenshe
in
de
Basket
?
Vand.
Oh
Vadere
,
Vadere
,
here
be
sush
cruell
Dochterkens
,
ick
ben
also
wery
,
also
wery
,
also
cold
;
for
be
in
dit
little
Basket
:
lo
prey
helpe
dene
.
Frisc.
He
lookes
like
the
signe
of
the
Mouth
without
Bishops
gate
,
gaping
,
and
a
great
Face
,
and
a
great
Head
,
and
no Body
.
Pisa.
Why
how
now
Sonne
,
what
haue
your
Adamants
Drawne
you
vp
so
farre
,
and
there
left
you
hanging
Twixt
Heauen
and
Earth
like
Mahomets
Sepulchre
?
Antho.
They
did
vnkindly
,
who so ere
they
were
,
That
plagu'd
him
here
,
like
Tantalus
in
Hell
,
To
touch
his
Lippes
like
the
desired
Fruite
,
And
then
to
snatch
it
from
his
gaping
Chappes
.
Alua.
A
little
farder
signor
Vandalle
,
and
dan
you
may
put
v
hed
into
de
windo
and
cash
de
Wensh
.
Vand.
Ick
prey
Vader
dat
you
helpe
de
mee
,
Ick
prey
Goddie
Vader
.
Pisa.
Helpe
you
,
but
how
?
Frisc.
Cut
the
Rope
.
Antho.
Sir
,
Ile
goe
in
and
see
,
And
if
I
can
,
Ile
let
him
downe
to
you
.
Exit
Anthony
.
Pisa.
Doe
gentle
Mouche
:
Why
but
here's
a
iest
;
They
say
,
high
climers
haue
the
greatest
falles
:
If
you
should
fall
;
as
how
youle
doe
I
know
not
,
Birlady
I
should
doubt
me
of
my
Sonne
:
Pray
to
the
Rope
to
hold
:
Art
thou
there
Mouche
?
Enter
Anthony
aboue
.
Antho.
Yes
sir
,
now
you
may
chuse
,
whether
youle
stay
till
I
let
him
downe
,
or
whether
I
shall
cut
him
downe
?
Frisc.
Cut
him
downe
maister
Mowse
,
cut
him
downe
And
let's
see
,
how
hele
tumble
.
Pisa.
Why
sauce
,
who
ask'd
your
counsaile
?
Let
him
downe
.
What
,
with
a
Cusshion
too
?
why
you
prouided
To
lead
your
life
as
did
Diogines
;
And
for
a
Tubb
,
to
creepe
into
a
Basket
.
Vanda.
Ick
sall
seg
v
Vader
,
Ick
quame
here
to
your
Huise
and
spreake
tol
de
Dochterken
.
Frisc.
M.
Mendall
,
you
are
welcome
out
of
the
Basket
:
I
smell
a
Ratt
it
was
not
for
nothing
,
that
you
lost
me
.
Vand.
Oh
skellum
,
you
run
away
from
me
.
Pisa.
I
thought
so
sirra
,
you
gaue
him
the
flip
.
Frisc.
Faw
,
no
for-sooth
;
Ile
tell
you
how
it
was
:
when
we
come
from
Bucklers-Burie
into
Corn-Wale
,
and
I
had
taken
the
Cloake
,
then
you
should
haue
turnd
downe
on
your
left
hand
and
so
haue
gone
right
forward
,
and
so
turnd
vp
againe
,
and
so
haue
crost
the
streate
;
and
you
like
an
Asse
.
Pisa.
Why
how
now
Rascall
;
is
your
manners
such
?
You
asse
,
you
Dolt
,
why
led
you
him
through
Corn-hill
,
Your
way
had
been
to
come
through
Canning
streete
.
Frisc.
Why
so
I
did
sir
.
Pisa.
Why
thou
seest
yee
were
in
Corn-Hill
.
Fris.
Indeed
sir
there
was
three
faults
,
the
Night
was
darke
,
Maister
Mendall
drunke
,
and
I
sleepy
,
that
we
could
not
tell
very
well
,
which
way
we
went
.
Pisa.
Sirra
I
owe
for
this
a
Cudgelling
:
But
Gentlemen
,
sith
things
haue
faulne
out
so
,
And
for
I
see
Vandalle
quakes
for
cold
,
This
night
accept
your
Lodginges
in
my
house
,
And
in
the
morning
forward
with
your
marriage
,
Come
on
my
sonnes
,
sirra
fetch
vp
more
wood
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
the
three
Sisters
.
Laur.
Nay
neuer
weepe
Marina
for
the
matter
,
Teares
are
but
signes
of
sorrow
,
helping
not
.
Mari.
Would
it
not
madde
one
to
be
crost
as
I
,
Being
in
the
very
hight
of
my
desire
?
The
strangers
frustrate
all
:
our
true
loue's
come
,
Nay
more
,
euen
at
the
doore
,
and
Haruies
armes
Spred
as
a
Rayne-bow
ready
to
receiue
me
,
And
then
my
Father
meete
vs
:
Oh
God
,
oh
God
.
Math.
Weepe
who
that
list
for
me
,
y
fayth
not
I
,
Though
I
am
youngest
yet
my
stomack's
great
:
Nor
tis
not
father
,
friends
,
nor
any
one
,
Shall
make
me
wed
the
man
I
cannot
loue
:
Ile
haue
my
will
ynfayth
,
y'fayth
I
will
.
Laur.
Let
vs
determine
Sisters
what
to
doe
,
My
father
meanes
to
wed
vs
in
the
morning
,
And
therefore
something
must
be
thought
vpon
.
Mari.
Weele
to
our
father
and
so
know
his
minde
,
I
and
his
reason
too
,
we
are
no
fooles
,
Or
Babes
neither
,
to
be
fedde
with
words
.
Laur.
Agreede
,
agreede
:
but
who
shall
speake
for
all
?
Math.
I
will
.
Mari.
No
I
.
Laur.
Thou
wilt
not
speake
for
crying
.
Mari.
Yes
,
yes
I
warrant
you
,
that
humors
left
,
Bee
I
but
mou'de
a
little
,
I
shall
speake
,
And
anger
him
I
feare
,
ere
I
haue
done
.
Enter
Anthony
.
All
.
Whom
Anthony
our
friend
,
our
Schoole-maister
?
Now
helpe
vs
Gentle
Anthony
,
or
neuer
.
Antho.
What
is
your
hastie
running
chang'd
to
prayer
,
Say
,
where
were
you
going
?
Laur.
Euen
to
our
father
,
To
know
what
he
intendes
to
doe
with
vs
.
Antho.
Tis
bootlesse
trust
mee
,
for
he
is
resolu'd
To
marry
you
to
.
Mari.
The
Strangers
.
Antho.
Y
fayth
he
is
.
Math.
Y
fayth
he
shall
not
.
Frenchman
,
be
sure
weele
plucke
a
Crow
together
,
Before
you
force
mee
giue
my
hand
at
Church
.
Mari.
Come
to
our
Father
speach
this
comfort
finds
,
That
we
may
scould
out
griefe
,
and
ease
our
mindes
.
Anth.
Stay
,
Stay
Marina
,
and
aduise
you
better
,
It
is
not
Force
,
but
Pollicie
must
serue
:
The
Dores
are
lockt
,
your
Father
keepes
the
Keye
,
Wherefore
vnpossible
to
scape
away
:
Yet
haue
I
plotted
,
and
deuis'd
a
drift
,
To
frustrate
your
intended
mariages
,
And
giue
you
full
possession
of
your
ioyes
:
Laurentia
,
ere
the
mornings
light
appeare
,
You
must
play
Anthony
in
my
disguise
.
Math.
Anthony
,
what
of
vs
?
What
shall
we
weare
?
Mari.
Anthony
,
what
of
vs
?
What
shall
we
weare
?
Anth.
Soft
,
soft
,
you
are
too
forward
Girles
,
I
sweare
,
For
you
some
other
drift
deuisd
must
bee
?
One
shaddow
for
a
substance
:
this
is
shee
.
Nay
weepe
not
sweetes
,
repose
vpon
my
care
,
For
all
alike
,
or
good
or
bad
shall
share
:
You
will
haue
Haruie
,
you
Heigham
,
and
you
Ned
;
You
shall
haue
all
your
wish
,
or
be
I
dead
:
For
sooner
may
one
day
the
Sea
lie
still
,
Then
once
restraine
a
Woman
of
her
will
.
All
.
Sweete
Anthony
,
how
shall
we
quit
thy
hire
?
Anth.
Not
gifts
,
but
your
contentments
I
desire
:
To
helpe
my
Countrimen
I
cast
about
,
For
Strangers
loues
blase
fresh
,
but
soone
burne
out
:
Sweete
rest
dwell
heere
,
and
frightfull
feare
obiure
,
These
eyes
shall
wake
to
make
your
rest
secure
:
For
ere
againe
dull
night
the
dull
eyes
charmes
,
Each
one
shall
fould
her
Husband
in
her
armes
:
Which
if
it
chaunce
,
we
may
auouch
it
still
,
Women
&
Maydes
will
alwayes
haue
their
will
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Pisaro
and
Frisco
.
Pisa.
Are
Wood
&
Coales
brought
vp
to
make
a
fire
?
Is
the
Meate
spitted
ready
to
lie
downe
:
For
Bakemeates
Ile
haue
none
,
the
world's
too
hard
:
There's
Geese
too
,
now
I
remember
mee
;
Bid
Mawdlin
lay
the
Giblets
in
Past
,
Here's
nothing
thought
vpon
,
but
what
I
doe
.
Stay
Frisco
,
see
who
ringes
:
looke
to
the
Dore
,
Let
none
come
in
I
charge
,
were
he
my
Father
,
Ile
keepe
them
whilst
I
haue
them
:
Frisco
,
who
is
it
?
Frisc.
She
is
come
ynfayth
.
Pisa.
Who
is
come
?
Frisc.
Mistris
Sushaunce
,
Mistris
Moores
daughter
.
Pisa.
Mistris
Susan
,
Asse
?
Oh
she
must
come
in
.
Frisc.
Hang
him
,
if
he
keepe
out
a
Wench
:
Yf
the
Wench
keepe
not
out
him
,
so
it
is
.
Enter
Walgraue
in
Womans
attire
.
Pisa.
Welcome
Mistris
Susan
,
welcome
;
I
little
thought
you
would
haue
come
to night
;
But
welcome
(
trust
me
)
are
you
to
my
house
:
What
,
doth
your
Mother
mende
?
doth
she
recouer
?
I
promise
you
I
am
sorry
for
her
sicknesse
.
Walg.
She's
better
then
she
was
,
I
thanke
God
for
it
,
Pisa.
Now
afore
God
she
is
a
sweete
smugge
Girle
,
One
might
doe
good
on
her
;
the
flesh
is
frayle
,
Man
hath
infirmitie
,
and
such
a
Bride
,
Were
able
to
change
Age
to
hot
desire
:
Harke
you
Sweet-heart
,
To morrow
are
my
Daughters
to
be
wedde
,
I
pray
you
take
the
paines
to
goe
with
them
.
Walg.
If
sir
youle
giue
me
leaue
,
Ile
waight
on
them
.
Pisa.
Yes
marry
shall
you
,
and
a
thousand
thankes
,
Such
company
as
you
my
Daughters
want
,
Maydes
must
grace
Maydes
,
when
they
are
married
:
Ist
not
a
merry
life
(
thinkes
thou
)
to
wed
,
For
to
imbrace
,
and
be
imbrac'd
abed
.
Walg.
I
know
not
what
you
meane
sir
.
Heere's
an
old
Ferret
Pol-cat
.
Pisa.
You
may
doe
,
if
youle
follow
mine
aduice
;
I
tell
thee
Mouse
,
I
knew
a
Wench
as
nice
:
Well
,
shee's
at
rest
poore
soule
,
I
meane
my
Wife
,
That
thought
(
alas
good
heart
)
Loue
was
a
toy
,
Vntill
(
well
,
that
time
is
gon
and
past
away
)
But
why
speake
I
of
this
:
Harke
yee
Sweeting
,
There's
more
in
Wedlocke
,
then
the
name
can
shew
;
And
now
(
birlady
)
you
are
ripe
in
yeares
:
And
yet
take
heed
Wench
,
there
lyes
a
Pad
in
Straw
;
Walg.
Old
Fornicator
,
had
I
my
Dagger
,
Ide
breake
his
Costard
.
Pisa.
Young
men
are
slippery
,
fickle
,
wauering
;
Constant
abiding
graceth
none
but
Age
:
Then
Maydes
should
now
waxe
wise
,
and
doe
so
,
As
to
chuse
constant
men
,
let
fickle
goe
,
Youth's
vnregarded
,
and
vnhonoured
:
An
auncient
Man
doth
make
a
Mayde
a
Matron
:
And
is
not
that
an
Honour
,
how
say
you
?
how
say
you
?
Walg.
Yes
forsooth
.
(
Oh
old
lust
will
you
neuer
let
me
goe
.
)
Pisa.
You
say
right
well
,
and
doe
but
thinke
thereon
,
How
Husbands
,
honored
yeares
,
long
car'd-for
wealth
,
Wise
stayednesse
,
Experient
gouernment
,
Doth
grace
the
Mayde
,
that
thus
is
made
a
Wise
,
And
you
will
wish
your selfe
such
,
on
my
life
.
Walg.
I
thinke
I
must
turne
womankind
altogeather
,
And
scratch
out
his
eyes
:
For
as
long
as
he
can
see
me
,
hele
nere
let
me
goe
.
Pisa.
But
goe
(
sweet-heart
)
to
bed
,
I
doe
thee
wrong
,
The
latenesse
now
,
makes
all
our
talke
seeme
long
.
Enter
Anthony
.
How
now
Mowche
,
be
the
Girles
abed
?
Anth.
Mathea
(
and
it
like
you
)
faine
would
sleepe
,
but
onely
tarrieth
for
her
bed-fellow
.
Pisa.
Ha
,
you
say
well
:
come
,
light
her
to
her
Chamber
,
Good
rest
wish
I
to
thee
;
wish
so
to
mee
,
Then
Susan
and
Pisaro
shall
agree
:
Thinke
but
what
ioy
is
neere
your
bed-fellow
,
Such
may
be
yours
;
take
counsaile
of
your
Pillow
:
To morrow
weele
talke
more
;
and
so
good
night
,
Thinke
what
is
sayd
,
may
bee
,
if
all
hit
right
.
Walg.
What
,
haue
I
past
the
Pikes
:
knowes
he
not
Ned
?
I
thinke
I
haue
deseru'd
his
Daughters
bed
.
Anth.
Tis
well
,
tis
well
:
but
this
let
me
request
,
You
keepe
vnknowne
,
till
you
be
laide
to
rest
:
And
then
a
good
hand
speed
you
.
Walg.
Tut
,
nere
feare
mee
,
We
two
abed
shall
neuer
disagree
.
Exeunt
Antho.
&
Walg.
Frisc.
I
haue
stood
still
all
this
while
,
and
could
not
speake
for
laughing
:
Lord
what
a
Dialogue
hath
there
bin
betweene
Age
and
Youth
.
You
do
good
on
her
?
euen
as
much
as
my
Dutchman
will
doe
on
my
young
Mistris
:
Maister
,
follow
my
counsaile
;
then
send
for
M.
Heigham
to
helpe
him
,
for
Ile
lay
my
Cappe
to
two
Pence
,
that
hee
will
be
asleepe
to morrow
at
night
,
when
he
should
goe
to
bed
to
her
:
Marry
for
the
Italian
,
he
is
of
an other
humor
,
for
therele
be
no
dealings
with
him
,
till
midnight
;
for
hee
must
slauer
all
the
Wenches
in
the
house
at
parting
,
or
he
is
no body
:
hee
hath
been
but
a
litle
while
at
our
House
,
yet
in
that
small
time
,
hee
hath
lickt
more
Grease
from
our
Mawdlins
lippes
,
then
would
haue
seru'd
London
Kitchin-stuffe
this
tweluemonth
.
Yet
for
my
money
,
well
fare
the
Frenchman
,
Oh
hee
is
a
forward
Lad
,
for
heele
no
sooner
come
from
the
Church
,
but
heele
fly
to
the
Chamber
;
why
heele
read
his
Lesson
so
often
in
the
day
time
,
that
at
night
like
an
apt
Scholler
,
heele
be
ready
to
sell
his
old
Booke
to
buye
him
a
new
.
Oh
the
generation
of
Languages
that
our
House
will
bring
foorth
:
why
euery
Bedd
will
haue
a
propper
speach
to
himselfe
,
and
haue
the
Founders
name
written
vpon
it
in
faire
Cappitall
letters
,
Heere
lay
,
and
so
foorth
.
Pisa.
Youle
be
a
villaine
still
:
Looke
who's
at
dore
?
Frisc.
Nay
by
the
Masse
,
you
are
M.
Porter
,
for
Ile
be
hang'd
if
you
loose
that
office
,
hauing
so
pretty
a
morsell
vnder
your
keeping
:
I
goe
(
old
huddle
)
for
the
best
Nose
at
smelling
out
a
Pin-fold
,
that
I
know
:
well
,
take
heede
,
you
may
happes
picke
vp
Wormes
so
long
,
that
at
length
some
of
them
get
into
your
Nose
,
and
neuer
out
after
:
But
what
an
Asse
am
I
to
thinke
so
,
considering
all
the
Lodginges
are
taken
vp
already
,
and
there's
not
a
Dog-kennell
empty
for
a
strange
Worme
to
breed
in
.
Enter
Anthony
.
Antho.
The
day
is
broke
;
Mathea
and
young
Ned
,
By
this
time
,
are
so
surely
linckt
togeather
,
That
none
in
London
can
forbid
the
Banes
.
Laurentia
she
is
neere
prouided
for
:
So
that
if
Haruies
pollicie
but
hold
,
Elsewheare
the
Strangers
may
goe
seeke
them
Wiues
:
But
heere
they
come
.
Enter
Pisaro
and
Browne
.
Pisa.
Six
a clocke
say
you
;
trust
mee
,
forward
dayes
:
Harke
you
Mowche
,
hic
you
to
Church
,
Bid
M
Bewford
be
in
readinesse
:
Where
goe
you
,
that
way
?
Anth.
For
my
Cloake
,
sir
.
Pisa.
Oh
tis
well
:
and
M.
Browne
,
Trust
mee
,
your
earely
stirring
makes
me
muse
,
Is
it
to
mee
your
businesse
?
Brown.
Euen
to
your selfe
:
I
come
(
I
thinke
)
to
bring
you
welcome
newes
,
Pisa.
And
welcome
newes
,
More
welcome
makes
the
bringer
:
Speake
,
speake
,
good
M.
Browne
,
I
long
to
heare
them
.
Brow.
Then
this
it
is
.
Young
Haruie
late
last
night
,
Full
weake
and
sickly
came
vnto
his
lodging
,
From
whence
this
suddaine
mallady
proceedes
:
Tis
all
vncertaine
,
the
Doctors
and
his
Friends
Affirme
his
health
is
vnrecouerable
:
Young
Heigham
and
Ned
Walgraue
lately
left
him
,
And
I
came
hither
to
informe
you
of
it
.
Pisa.
Young
M.
Haruie
sicke
;
now
afore
God
The
newes
bites
neere
the
Bone
:
for
should
he
die
,
His
Liuing
morgaged
would
be
redeemed
,
For
not
these
three
months
doth
the
Bond
beare
date
:
Die
now
,
marry
God
in
heauen
defend
it
;
Oh
my
sweete
Lands
,
loose
thee
,
nay
loose
my
life
:
And
which
is
worst
,
I
dare
not
aske
mine
ovvne
,
For
I
take
two
and
twenty
in
the
hundred
,
When
the
Law
giues
but
ten
:
But
should
he
liue
,
Hee
carelesse
would
haue
left
the
debt
vnpaide
,
Then
had
the
Lands
been
mine
Pisaros
owne
,
Mine
,
mine
owne
Land
,
mine
owne
Possession
.
Brow.
Nay
heare
mee
out
.
Pisa.
You'r
out
too
much
already
,
Vnlesse
you
giue
him
life
,
and
mee
his
Land
.
Brow.
Whether
tis
loue
to
you
,
or
to
your
Daughter
,
I
know
not
certaine
;
but
the
Gentleman
Hath
made
a
deed
of
gift
of
all
his
Lands
,
Vnto
your
beautious
Daughter
faire
Marina
.
Pesa.
Ha
,
say
that
word
againe
,
say
it
againe
,
A
good
thing
cannot
be
too
often
spoken
:
Marina
say
you
,
are
you
sure
twas
shee
,
Or
Mary
,
Margery
;
or
some
other
Mayde
?
Brow.
To
none
but
your
Daughter
faire
Marina
;
And
for
the
gift
might
be
more
forcible
,
Your
neighbour
maister
Moore
aduised
vs
,
(
Who
is
a
witnesse
of
young
Haruies
Will
)
Sicke
as
hee
is
,
to
bring
him
to
your
house
:
I
know
they
are
not
farre
,
but
doe
attende
,
That
they
may
know
,
what
welcome
they
shall
haue
.
Pisa.
What
welcome
sir
;
as
welcome
as
new
life
Giuen
to
the
poore
condemned
Prisoner
:
Returne
(
good
maister
Browne
)
assure
their
welcome
,
Say
it
,
nay
sweare
it
;
for
they'r
welcome
truly
:
For
welcome
are
they
to
mee
which
bring
Gold
.
See
downe
who
knockes
;
it
may
be
there
they
are
:
Frisco
,
call
downe
my
Sonnes
,
bid
the
Girles
rise
:
Where's
Mowche
;
what
,
is
he
gon
or
no
?
Enter
Laurentia
in
Anthonies
attire
.
Oh
heare
you
siera
,
bring
along
with
you
Maister
Balsaro
the
Spanish
Marchant
.
Laur.
Many
Balsaros
I
;
Ile
to
my
Loue
:
And
thankes
to
Anthony
for
this
escape
.
Pisa.
Stay
,
take
vs
with
you
.
Harke
,
they
knocke
againe
,
Come
my
soules
comfort
,
thou
good
newes
bringer
,
I
must
needes
hugge
thee
euen
for
pure
affection
.
Enter
Haruie
brought
in
a
Chaire
,
Moore
,
Browne
,
Aluaro
,
Vandalle
,
Delion
,
and
Frisco
.
Pisa.
Lift
softly
(
good
my
friends
)
for
hurting
him
.
Looke
chearely
sir
,
you'r
welcome
to
my
house
.
Harke
M.
Vandalle
,
and
my
other
Sonnes
,
Seeme
to
be
sad
as
grieuing
for
his
sicknesse
,
But
inwardly
reioyce
.
Maister
Vandalle
,
Signor
Aluaro
,
Monsieur
Delion
,
Bid
my
Friend
welcome
,
pray
bid
him
welcome
:
Take
a
good
heart
;
I
doubt
not
(
by
Gods
leaue
)
You
shall
recouer
and
doe
well
enough
:
(
Yf
I
should
thinke
so
,
I
should
hange
my selfe
.
)
Frisco
,
goe
bid
Marina
come
to
mee
.
Exit
Frisco
.
You
are
a
Witnesse
sir
,
of
this
mans
Will
:
What
thinke
you
M.
Moore
,
what
say
you
to't
?
Moor.
Maister
Pisaro
,
follow
mine
aduice
:
You
see
the
Gentleman
cannot
escape
,
Then
let
him
straight
be
wedded
to
your
Daughter
;
So
during
life
time
,
she
shall
hold
his
Land
,
When
now
(
beeing
nor
kith
nor
kin
to
him
)
For
all
the
deed
of
Gift
,
that
he
hath
seald
,
His
younger
Brother
will
inioy
the
Land
.
Pisa.
Marry
my
Daughter
:
no
birlady
.
Heare
you
Aluaro
,
my
Friend
counsaile
mee
,
Seeing
young
M.
Haruie
is
so
sicke
,
To
marry
him
incontinent
to
my
Daughter
.
Or
else
the
gift
he
hath
bestowde
,
is
vaine
:
Marry
and
hee
recouer
;
no
my
Sonne
,
I
will
not
loose
thy
loue
,
for
all
his
Land
.
Alua.
Here
you
padre
,
do
no
lose
his
Lands
,
his
hundred
pont
per
anno
tis
wort
to
hauar
;
let
him
haue
de
matresse
Marina
in
de
mariage
,
tis
but
vor
me
to
attendre
vne
day
more
:
if
he
will
no
die
,
I
sal
giue
him
sush
a
Drincke
,
sush
a
Potion
sal
mak
him
giue
de
Bonos
noches
to
all
de
world
.
Pisa.
Aluaro
,
here's
my
Keyes
,
take
all
I
haue
,
My
Money
,
Plate
,
Wealth
,
Iewels
,
Daughter
too
:
Now
God
be
thanked
,
that
I
haue
a
Daughter
,
worthy
to
be
Aluaro
bed
fellow
:
Oh
how
I
doe
admire
and
prayse
thy
wit
,
Ile
straight
about
it
:
Heare
you
Maister
Moore
.
Enter
Marina
and
Frisco
.
Frisc.
Nay
sayth
hee's
sicke
,
therefore
though
hee
be
come
,
yet
he
can
doe
you
no
good
;
there's
no
remedy
but
euen
to
put
your selfe
into
the
hands
of
the
Italian
,
that
by
that
time
that
he
hath
past
his
grouth
,
young
Haruie
will
be
in
case
to
come
vpon
it
with
a
sise
of
fresh
force
.
Mari.
Is
my
Loue
come
,
&
sicke
?
I
,
now
thou
louest
me
,
How
my
heart
ioyes
:
Oh
God
,
get
I
my
will
,
Ile
driue
away
that
Sicknesse
with
a
kisse
:
I
need
not
faine
,
for
I
could
weepe
for
ioy
.
Pisa.
It
shall
be
so
;
come
hither
Daughter
.
Maister
Haruie
,
that
you
may
see
my
loue
Comes
from
a
single
heart
vnfaynedly
,
See
heere
my
Daughter
,
her
I
make
thine
owne
:
Nay
looke
not
strange
,
before
these
Gentlemen
,
I
freely
yeeld
Marina
for
thy
Wife
.
Haru.
Stay
,
stay
good
sir
,
forbeare
this
idle
worke
,
My
soule
,
is
labouring
for
a
higher
place
,
Then
this
vaine
transitorie
world
can
yeeld
:
What
,
would
you
wed
your
Daughter
to
a
Graue
?
For
this
is
but
Deaths
modell
in
mans
shape
:
You
and
Aluaro
happie
liue
togeather
:
Happy
were
I
,
to
see
you
liue
togeather
.
Pisa.
Come
sir
,
I
trust
you
shall
doe
well
againe
:
Heere
,
heere
,
it
must
be
so
;
God
giue
you
ioy
,
And
blesse
you
(
not
a
day
to
liue
togeather
.
)
Vand.
Hort
ye
broder
,
will
ye
let
den
ander
heb
your
Wiue
?
nempt
haer
,
nempt
haer
your selue
?
Alua.
No
,
no
;
tush
you
be
de
foole
,
here
be
dat
sal
spoyle
de
mariage
of
hem
:
you
haue
deceue
me
of
de
fine
Wensh
signor
Haruey
,
but
I
sal
deceue
you
of
de
mush
Land
.
Haru.
Are
all
things
sure
Father
,
is
all
dispatch'd
?
Pisa.
What
intrest
we
haue
,
we
yeeld
it
you
:
Are
you
now
satisfied
,
or
restes
there
ought
?
Haru.
Nay
Father
,
nothing
doth
remaine
,
but
thankes
:
Thankes
to
your selfe
first
,
that
disdayning
mee
,
Yet
loude
my
Lands
,
and
for
them
gaue
a
Wife
.
But
next
,
vnto
Aluaro
let
me
turne
,
To
courtious
gentle
louing
kind
Aluaro
,
That
rather
then
to
see
me
die
for
loue
,
For
very
loue
,
would
loose
his
beawtious
Loue
.
Vand.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Deli.
Signor
Aluaro
,
giue
him
de
ting
quickly
sal
make
hem
dy
,
autremant
you
sal
lose
de
fine
Wensh
.
Alua.
Oyime
che
hauesse
allhora
appressata
la
mano
al
mio
core
,
ô
suen
curato
ate
,
I
che
longo
sei
tu
arriuato
,
ô
cieli
,
ô
terra
.
Pisa.
Am
I
awake
?
or
doe
deluding
Dreames
Make
that
seeme
true
,
which
most
my
soule
did
feare
?
Haru
Nay
fayth
Father
,
it's
very
certaine
true
,
I
am
as
well
as
any
man
on
earth
:
Am
I
sicke
sirres
?
Looke
here
,
is
Haruie
sicke
?
Pisa.
What
shall
I
doe
?
What
shall
I
say
?
Did
not
you
counsaile
mee
to
wed
my
Childe
?
What
Potion
?
Where's
your
helpe
,
your
remedy
.
Haru.
I
hope
more
happy
Starres
will
reigne
to day
,
And
don
Aluaro
haue
more
company
.
Enter
Anthonie
.
Antho.
Now
Anthony
,
this
cottens
as
it
should
,
And
euery
thing
sorts
to
his
wish'd
effect
:
Haruie
ioyes
Moll
:
my
Dutchman
and
the
French
,
Thinking
all
sure
,
laughs
at
Aluaros
hap
;
But
quickly
I
shall
marre
that
merrie
vaine
,
And
make
your
Fortunes
equall
with
your
Friends
.
Pisa.
Sirra
Mowche
,
what
answere
brought
you
backe
?
Will
maister
Balsaro
come
,
as
I
requested
?
Anth.
Maister
Balsaro
;
I
know
not
who
you
meane
.
Pisa.
Know
you
not
Asse
,
did
I
not
send
thee
for
him
?
Did
not
I
bid
thee
bring
him
,
with
the
Parson
?
What
answere
made
hee
,
will
hee
come
or
no
?
Anth.
Sent
me
for
him
:
why
sir
,
you
sent
not
mee
,
I
neither
went
for
him
,
nor
for
the
Parson
:
I
am
glad
to
see
your
Worship
is
so
merrie
.
Knocke
.
Pisa.
Hence
you
forgetfull
dolt
:
Looke
downe
who
knockes
?
Exit
Antho.
Enter
Frisco
.
Frisco
.
Oh
Maister
,
hange
your selfe
:
nay
neuer
stay
for
a
Sessions
:
Maister
Vandalle
confesse
your selfe
,
desire
the
people
to
pray
for
you
;
for
your
Bride
shee
is
gone
:
Laurentia
is
run
away
.
Vanda.
Oh
de
Diabolo
,
de
mal-fortune
:
is
matresse
Laurentia
gaen
awech
?
Pisa.
First
tell
mee
that
I
am
a
liuelesse
coarse
;
Tell
mee
of
Doomes-day
,
tell
mee
what
you
will
,
Before
you
say
Laurentia
is
gone
.
Mari.
Maister
Vandalle
,
how
doe
you
feele
your selfe
?
What
,
hang
the
head
?
fie
man
for
shame
I
say
,
Looke
not
so
heauie
on
your
marriage
day
.
Haru.
Oh
blame
him
not
,
his
griefe
is
quickly
spide
,
That
is
a
Bridegroome
,
and
yet
wants
his
Bride
.
Enter
Heigham
,
Laurentia
,
Balsaro
,
&
Anthony
.
Bals.
Maister
Pisaro
,
and
Gentlemen
,
good
day
to
all
:
According
sir
,
as
you
requested
mee
,
This
morne
I
made
repaire
vnto
the
Tower
,
Where
as
Laurentia
now
was
married
:
And
sir
,
I
did
expect
your
comming
thither
;
Yet
in
your
absence
,
wee
perform'd
the
rites
:
Therefore
I
pray
sir
,
bid
God
giue
them
ioy
.
Heigh.
He
tels
you
true
,
Laurentia
is
my
Wife
;
Who
knowing
that
her
Sisters
must
be
wed
;
Presuming
also
,
that
you'le
bid
her
welcome
,
Are
come
to
beare
them
company
to
Church
.
Haru.
You
come
too
late
,
the
Mariage
rites
are
done
:
Yet
welcome
twenty-fold
vnto
the
Feast
.
How
say
you
sirs
,
did
not
I
tell
you
true
,
These
Wenches
would
haue
vs
,
and
none
of
you
.
Laur.
I
cannot
say
for
these
;
but
on
my
life
,
This
loues
a
Cusshion
better
then
a
Wife
.
Mall
.
And
reason
too
,
that
Cusshion
fell
out
right
,
Else
hard
had
been
his
lodging
all
last
night
.
Bals.
Maister
Pisaro
,
why
stand
you
speachlesse
thus
?
Pisa.
Anger
,
and
extreame
griefe
enforceth
mee
.
Pray
sir
,
who
bade
you
meete
mee
at
the
Tower
?
Bals.
Who
sir
;
your
man
sir
,
Mowche
;
here
he
is
.
Anth.
Who
I
sir
,
meane
you
mee
?
you
are
a
iesting
man
.
Pisa.
Thou
art
a
Villaine
,
a
dissembling
Wretch
,
Worser
then
Anthony
whom
I
kept
last
:
Fetch
me
an
Officer
,
Ile
hamper
you
,
And
make
you
sing
at
Bride-well
for
this
tricke
:
For
well
he
hath
deserude
it
,
that
would
sweare
He
went
not
foorth
a dores
at
my
appoyntment
.
Anth.
So
sweare
I
still
,
I
went
not
foorth
to day
.
Bals.
Why
arrant
lyer
,
wert
thou
not
with
mee
?
Pisa.
How
say
you
maister
Browne
,
went
he
not
foorth
?
Brow.
Hee
,
or
his
likenesse
did
,
I
know
not
whether
.
Pisa.
What
likenesse
can
there
be
besides
himselfe
?
Laur.
My selfe
(
forsooth
)
that
tooke
his
shape
vpon
me
,
I
was
that
Mowche
that
you
sent
from
home
:
And
that
same
Mowche
that
deceiued
you
,
Effected
to
possesse
this
Gentleman
:
Which
to
attaine
,
I
thus
be
guil'd
you
all
.
Frisc.
This
is
excellent
,
this
is
as
fine
as
a
Fiddle
:
you
M.
Heigham
got
the
Wench
in
Mowches
apparell
;
now
let
Mowche
put
on
her
apparell
,
and
be
married
to
the
Dutchman
:
How
thinke
you
,
is
it
not
a
good
vize
?
Moor.
Maister
Pisaro
,
shake
off
melancholy
,
When
thinges
are
helpelesse
,
patience
must
be
vs'd
.
Pisa.
Talke
of
Patience
?
Ile
not
beare
these
wronges
:
Goe
call
downe
Matt
,
and
mistris
Susan
Moore
,
Tis
well
that
of
all
three
,
wee
haue
one
sure
.
Moor.
Mistris
Susan
Moore
,
who
doe
you
meane
sir
?
Pisa.
Whom
should
I
meane
sir
,
but
your
Daughter
?
Moor.
You'r
very
pleasant
sir
:
but
tell
me
this
,
When
did
you
see
her
,
that
you
speake
of
her
?
Pisa.
I
,
late
yester-night
,
when
she
came
heere
to
bed
.
Moor.
You
are
deceiu'd
,
my
Daughter
lay
not
heere
,
But
watch'd
with
her
sicke
mother
all
last
night
.
Pisa.
I
am
glad
you
are
so
pleasant
M
Moore
,
You'r
loth
that
Susan
should
be
held
a
sluggard
:
What
man
,
t'was
late
before
she
went
to
bed
,
And
therefore
time
enough
to
rise
againe
.
Moor.
Maister
Pisaro
,
doe
you
floute
your
friends
;
I
well
perceiue
if
I
had
troubled
you
,
I
should
haue
had
it
in
my
dish
ere
now
:
Susan
lie
heere
?
'am
sure
when
I
came
foorth
,
I
left
her
fast
asleepe
in
bed
at
home
;
Tis
more
then
neighbour-hood
to
vse
me
thus
.
Pisa.
A
bed
at
your
house
?
tell
me
I
am
madd
,
Did
not
I
let
her
in
adores
my selfe
,
Spoke
to
her
,
talk'd
with
her
,
and
canuast
with
her
;
And
yet
she
lay
not
heere
?
What
say
you
sirra
?
Antho.
She
did
,
she
did
;
I
brought
her
to
her
Chamber
.
Moor.
I
say
he
lyes
(
that
sayth
so
)
in
his
throat
.
Antho.
Masse
now
I
remember
me
,
I
lye
indeed
.
Pisa.
Oh
how
this
frets
mee
:
Frisco
,
what
say
you
?
Frisc.
What
say
I
?
Marry
I
say
,
if
shee
lay
not
heere
,
there
was
a
familiar
in
her
likenesse
;
for
I
am
sure
my
Maister
and
she
were
so
familiar
togeather
,
that
he
had
almost
shot
the
Gout
out
of
his
Toes
endes
,
to
make
the
Wench
beleeue
he
had
one
tricke
of
youth
in
him
.
Yet
now
I
remember
mee
shee
did
not
lye
heere
;
and
the
reason
is
,
because
shee
doth
lye
heere
,
and
is
now
abed
with
mistris
Mathea
;
witnesse
whereof
,
I
haue
set
to
my
Hand
&
Seale
,
and
meane
presently
to
fetch
her
.
Exit
Frisco
.
Pisa.
Doe
so
Frisco
.
Gentlemen
and
Friends
,
Now
shall
you
see
how
I
am
wrong'd
by
him
.
Lay
shee
not
heere
?
I
thinke
the
world's
growne
wise
,
Plaine
folkes
(
as
I
)
shall
not
know
how
to
liue
.
Enter
Frisco
.
Frisc.
Shee
comes
,
shee
comes
:
a
Hall
,
a
Hall
.
Enter
Mathea
and
Walgraue
in
Womans
attire
.
Walg.
Nay
blush
not
wench
,
feare
not
,
looke
chearfully
.
Good
morrow
Father
;
Good
morrow
Gentlemen
:
Nay
stare
not
,
looke
you
heere
,
no
monster
I
,
But
euen
plaine
Ned
:
and
heere
stands
Matt
my
Wife
.
Know
you
her
Frenchman
?
But
she
knowes
me
better
.
Father
,
pray
Father
,
let
mee
haue
your
blessing
,
For
I
haue
blest
you
with
a
goodly
Sonne
;
Tis
breeding
heere
yfayth
,
a
iolly
Boy
.
Pisa.
I
am
vndone
,
a
reprobate
,
a
slaue
;
A
scorne
,
a
laughter
,
and
a
iesting
stocke
:
Giue
mee
my
Child
,
giue
mee
my
Daughter
from
you
.
Moor.
Maister
Pisaro
,
tis
in
vaine
to
fret
,
And
fume
,
and
storme
,
it
little
now
auayles
:
These
Gentlemen
haue
with
your
Daughters
helpe
,
Outstript
you
in
your
subtile
enterprises
:
And
therefore
,
seeing
they
are
well
descended
,
Turne
hate
to
loue
,
and
let
them
haue
their
Loues
,
Pisa.
Is
it
euen
so
;
why
then
I
see
that
still
,
Doe
what
we
can
,
Women
will
haue
their
Will
.
Gentlemen
,
you
haue
outreacht
mee
now
,
Which
nere
before
you
,
any
yet
could
doe
:
You
,
that
I
thought
should
be
my
Sonnes
indeed
,
Must
be
content
,
since
there's
no
hope
to
speed
:
Others
haue
got
,
what
you
did
thinke
to
gaine
;
And
yet
beleeue
mee
,
they
haue
tooke
some
paine
.
Well
,
take
them
,
there
;
and
with
them
,
God
giue
ioy
.
And
Gentlemen
,
I
doe
intreat
to morrow
,
That
you
will
Feaste
with
mee
,
for
all
this
sorrow
:
Though
you
are
wedded
,
yet
the
Feast's
not
made
:
Come
let
vs
in
,
for
all
the
stormes
are
past
,
And
heapes
of
ioy
will
follow
on
as
fast
.
FINIS
.