ACTVS
PRIMVS
.
Enter
Iacke
Drum
,
and
Timothy
Twedle
,
with
a
Taber
and
a
Pipe
.
Drum.
Come
Timothy
Twedle
,
tickle
thy
Pipe
on
the
greene
,
as
I
haue
tipled
the
Pot
in
the
Seller
,
and
the
hoy
for
the
honor
of
High-gate
,
you
old
Troian
.
Twedle
.
And
a
heigh
for
the
honor
of
Hygate
,
Hem
,
by
my
holydam
,
tho
I
say
it
,
that
shuld
not
say
it
,
I
think
I
am
as
perfect
in
my
Pipe
,
as
Officers
in
poling
,
Courtiers
in
flattery
,
or
wenches
in
falling
:
Why
looke
you
Iacke
Drum
,
tis
euen
as
naturall
to
me
,
as
brawdry
to
a
Somner
,
knauery
to
a
Promoter
,
or
damnation
to
an
Vsurer
.
But
is
Holloway
Morice
prancing
vp
the
hill
?
Drum.
I
,
I
;
and
Sir
Edward
,
and
the
yeallow
toothd
,
sunck-eyde
,
gowtie
shankt
Vsurer
Maman
,
my
young
Mistresses
and
all
are
comming
to
the
greene
,
lay
Cushions
,
lay
the
Cushions
,
ha
the
wenches
!
Twed.
The
wenches
,
ha
,
when
I
was
a
yong
man
and
could
tickle
the
Minikin
,
and
made
them
crie
thankes
sweete
Timothy
,
I
had
the
best
stroke
,
the
sweetest
touch
,
but
now
(
I
may
sigh
to
say
it
)
I
am
falne
from
the
Fidle
and
betooke
me
to
thee
.
He
plaies
on
his
Pipe
.
Enter
Sir
Edward
Fortune
,
M.
Mamon
,
Camelia
,
Katherine
,
and
Winifride
,
Camelias
maide
.
Sir
Ed.
Sit
M.
Mamon
,
ha
heeres
a
goodly
day
nigh
.
Mam.
I
thank
you
Sir
,
and
faith
what
newes
at
court
?
Sir
Ed.
What
newes
at
court
?
ha
,
ha
,
now
Iesu
God
,
Fetch
me
some
Burdeux
wine
,
what
newes
at
court
?
Reprobate
fashion
,
when
each
ragged
clowt
,
Each
Coblers
spawne
,
and
yeastie
bowzing
bench
,
Reekes
in
the
face
of
sacred
maiestie
His
stinking
breath
of
censure
,
Out-vpont
,
He
drinkes
.
Why
by
this
Burdeux
iuice
,
tis
now
become
The
shewing-horne
of
Bezelers
discourse
,
The
common
foode
of
prate
:
what
newes
at
court
?
But
in
these
stiffe
nekt
times
when
euery
Iade
Huffes
his
vpreared
crest
,
the
zealous
bent
Of
Councellors
solide
cares
is
trampled
on
By
euery
hacknies
heeles
:
Oh
I
could
burst
At
the
coniectures
feares
,
preuentions
And
restles
tumbling
of
our
tossed
braines
:
Ye
shall
haue
me
an
emptie
caske
thats
furd
With
nought
but
barmy
froath
,
that
nere
traueld
Beyond
the
confines
of
his
Mistresse
lippes
,
Discourse
as
confident
of
peace
with
Spaine
,
As
if
the
Genius
of
quick
Machiauel
Vsherd
his
speech
.
Mam.
Oh
forbeare
,
you
are
too
sharpe
with
me
.
S.
Ed.
Nay
M
.
Mamon
,
misinterpret
not
,
I
onely
burne
the
bauen
heath
of
youth
,
That
cannot
court
the
presence
of
faire
time
With
ought
but
with
,
what
newes
at
Court
sweete
sir
?
I
had
rather
that
Kemps
Morice
were
their
chat
,
For
of
foolish
actions
,
may
be
theyle
talke
wisely
,
but
of
Wise
intendments
,
most
part
talke
like
fooles
.
The
summe
is
this
,
beare
onely
this
good
thought
,
The
Counsell-chamber
is
the
Phaenix
nest
,
Who
wastes
it selfe
,
to
giue
vs
peace
and
rest
.
The
Taber
and
Pipe
strike
vp
a
Morrice
.
A
shoute
within
.
A
Lord
,
a
Lord
,
a
Lord
,
who
!
Ed.
Oh
a
Morice
is
come
,
obserue
our
country
sport
,
Tis
Whitson-tyde
,
and
we
must
frolick
it
.
Enter
the
Morrice
.
The
Song
.
Skip
it
,
&
trip
it
,
nimbly
,
nimbly
,
tickle
it
,
tickle
it
,
lustily
,
Strike
vp
the
Taber
,
for
the
wenches
fauor
,
tickle
it
,
tickle
it
,
lustily
:
Let
vs
be
seene
,
on
Hygate
Greene
,
to
daunce
for
the
honour
of
Holloway
.
Since
we
are
come
hither
,
lets
spare
for
no
leather
,
To
daunce
for
the
honour
of
Holloway
.
Ed.
Wel
said
my
boyes
,
I
must
haue
my
Lords
liuory
,
what
ist
,
a
May-pole
?
troth
twere
a
good
body
for
a
courtiers
imprezza
,
if
it
had
but
this
life
,
Frustra
florescit
.
Hold
Couzen
hold
.
He
giues
the
Foole
money
.
Foole.
Thankes
Couzen
,
when
the
Lord
my
Fathers
Audit
comes
,
weel
repay
you
again
.
Your
beneuolence
too
sir
.
Mam.
What
a
Lords
sonne
become
a
begger
?
Foole.
Why
not
,
when
beggers
are
become
Lordes
sonnes
,
come
tis
but
a
small
trifle
.
Mam.
Oh
sir
,
many
a
small
make
a
great
.
Foole.
No
sir
,
a
fewe
great
make
a
many
small
,
come
my
Lords
,
poore
and
need
hath
no
lawe
.
S.
Ed.
Nor
necessitie
no
right
,
Drum
downe
with
them
into
the
Celler
,
rest
content
,
rest
cōtent
,
one
bout
more
and
then
away
.
Foole.
Speake
like
a
true
heart
,
I
kisse
thy
foote
sweet
knight
.
The
Morice
sing
and
daunce
,
and
Exeunt
.
Ma.
Sir
Edward
Fortune
you
keep
too
great
a
house
,
I
am
your
friend
,
in
hope
your
sonne
in
lawe
,
And
from
my
loue
I
speake
,
you
keep
too
great
a
house
,
Go
too
you
do
,
yon
same
dry
throated
huskes
Will
suck
you
vp
,
and
you
are
ignorant
What
frostie
fortunes
may
benumme
your
age
,
Pouertie
,
the
Princes
frowne
,
a
ciuile
warre
,
or
.
S.
Ed.
Or
what
?
tush
,
tush
,
your
life
hath
lost
his
taste
,
Oh
madnes
still
to
sweate
in
hotte
pursuite
Of
cold
abhorred
sluttish
nigardise
,
To
exile
ones
fortunes
from
their
natiue
vse
,
To
entertaine
a
present
pouertie
,
A
willing
want
,
for
Infidell
mistrust
Of
gratious
prouidence
:
Oh
Lunacie
,
I
haue
two
thousand
pound
a
yeare
,
and
but
two
Girles
,
I
owe
nothing
,
liue
in
all
mens
loue
,
Why
should
I
now
go
make
my selfe
a
slaue
Vnto
the
god
of
fooles
;
put
worst
:
then
heer's
my
rest
.
I
had
rather
liue
rich
to
die
poore
,
then
liue
poore
to
die
rich
.
Mam.
Oh
but
so
great
a
masse
of
coyne
might
mount
from
wholsome
thrift
,
that
after
your
decease
your
issue
might
swell
out
your
name
with
pompe
.
S.
Ed.
Ha
,
I
was
not
borne
to
be
my
Cradles
drudge
,
To
choake
and
stifle
vp
my
pleasures
breath
,
To
poyson
with
the
venomd
cares
of
thrift
My
priuate
sweet
of
life
:
onely
to
scrape
A
heap
of
muck
,
to
fatten
and
manure
The
barren
vertues
of
my
progeny
,
And
make
them
sprowt
,
spight
of
their
want
of
worth
:
No
,
I
do
loue
my
Girles
should
wish
me
liue
,
Which
fewe
do
wish
that
haue
a
greedy
Syre
:
But
still
expect
and
gape
with
hungry
lip
,
When
heele
giue
vp
his
gowtie
stewardship
.
Mam.
You
touch
the
quick
of
sence
,
but
thē
I
wonder
You
not
aspire
vnto
the
eminence
And
height
of
pleasing
life
:
to
Court
,
to
Court
,
There
burnish
,
there
spread
,
there
stick
in
pompe
Like
a
bright
Diamond
in
a
Ladies
browe
,
There
plant
your
fortunes
in
the
flowring
spring
,
And
get
the
sunne
before
you
of
respect
:
There
trench
your selfe
within
the
peoples
loue
,
And
glitter
in
the
eye
of
glorious
grace
,
What's
wealth
without
respect
and
mounted
place
?
S.
Ed.
Worse
and
worse
,
I
am
not
yet
distraught
,
I
long
not
to
be
squeasd
with
mine
owne
waight
:
Nor
hoyse
vp
all
my
sailes
to
catch
the
winde
Of
the
drunke
reeling
Commons
:
I
labor
not
To
haue
an
awfull
presence
,
nor
be
feard
(
Since
who
is
feard
,
still
feares
to
be
so
feard
)
I
care
not
to
be
like
the
Horeb
Calfe
,
One
day
ador'd
,
and
next
pasht
all
in
peeces
:
Nor
do
I
enuy
Poliphemiā
puffes
,
Swizars
slopt
greatnes
:
I
adore
the
Sunne
,
Yet
loue
to
liue
within
a
temperate
zone
,
Let
who
will
climbe
ambitious
glibbery
rowndes
,
And
leane
vpon
the
vulgars
rotten
loue
,
I'le
not
coriuall
him
:
The
Sunne
will
giue
As
great
a
shadow
to
my
trunck
as
his
:
And
after
death
like
Chesmen
hauing
stood
In
play
for
Bishops
,
some
for
Knights
,
and
Pawnes
,
We
all
together
shall
be
tumbled
vp
,
into
one
bagge
,
Let
hush'd
calme
quiet
,
rock
my
life
a sleepe
:
And
being
dead
,
my
owne
ground
presse
my
bones
,
Whilest
some
old
Beldame
hobling
ore
my
graue
,
May
mumble
thus
:
Here
lies
a
knight
whose
money
Was
his
slaue
.
Now
Iack
what
newes
?
Enter
Iack
Drum
.
Drum.
And
please
your
Wor.
the
Morice
haue
tane
their
liquor
.
Sir
Ed.
Hath
not
the
liquor
tane
them
?
Drum.
Tript
vp
their
heeles
or
so
?
one
of
them
hath
vndertaken
to
daunce
the
Morice
from
Hygate
to
Holloway
on
his
heeles
,
with
his
hands
vpwards
.
S.
Ed.
Thats
nothing
hard
.
Drum.
Yes
sir
,
tis
easier
for
him
to
daunce
on
his
head
than
his
heeles
,
for
indeed
his
heeles
are
turnde
rancke
rebels
,
they
wil
not
obey
,
but
they
are
tumbling
downe
the
hill
a pace
.
Ma.
And
I
must
after
then
,
farwel
my
soules
delight
,
Sweete
Katherine
adieu
.
Camelia
goodnight
.
S.
Ed.
Nay
not
to
London
Sir
to night
,
Ifaith
at
least
stay
supper
.
Drum.
Harke
you
sir
,
theres
but
two
Lambes
,
a
dozen
Capons
,
halfe
a
score
couple
of
Rabbots
,
three
Tartes
,
and
foure
Tansies
,
for
supper
,
and
therfore
I
beseech
you
giue
him
Iacke
Drums
entertainment
:
Let
the
Iebusite
depart
in
peace
.
Sir
Ed.
Why
Iacke
,
is
not
that
sufficient
?
Drum.
I
for
any
Christian
,
but
for
a
yawning
vsurer
tis
but
a
bit
,
a
morsell
,
if
you
table
him
,
heele
deuoure
your
whole
Lordship
,
hee
is
a
quicksand
,
a
Goodwin
,
a
Gulfe
,
as
hungry
as
the
Iawes
of
a
Iayle
,
hee
will
waste
more
substance
then
Ireland
souldiers
:
A
Die
,
a
Drabbe
,
and
a
paunch-swolne
Vsurer
,
deuoure
whole
Monarchies
:
Let
him
passe
sweete
knight
,
let
him
passe
.
Sir
Ed.
Peace
knaue
peace
.
Daughter
,
lay
your
expresse
commaundement
vpon
the
stay
of
maister
Mamon
,
what
tis
womens
yeere
,
Dian
doth
rule
,
and
you
must
domineere
.
Mam.
No
sheele
not
wish
my
stay
,
oh
I
am
curst
With
her
inexorable
swiftnes
,
by
her
loue
Which
dotes
me
more
then
new
coynd
glowing
gold
,
The
vtmost
bent
of
my
affection
Shootes
all
my
fortunes
to
obtaine
her
loue
,
And
yet
I
cannot
praise
,
but
stil
am
loathde
.
My
presence
hated
,
therfore
Mamon
downe
,
Farewell
sir
Edward
,
farewell
beauties
Crowne
.
Sir
Ed.
Faith
as
it
please
you
for
going
,
and
her
for
wooing
,
I
will
enforce
neither
.
Kath.
With
your
pardon
sir
,
I
shall
sooner
hate
my selfe
,
Then
loue
him
.
Sir
Ed.
Nay
be
free
my
daughters
in
election
,
Oh
,
how
my
soule
abhorres
inforced
yokes
,
Chiefly
in
loue
,
where
the
affections
bent
:
Should
wholy
sway
the
Fathers
kind
consent
.
Foregod
when
I
was
batcheler
,
had
a
friend
,
Nay
had
my
Father
wisht
me
to
a
wife
,
That
might
haue
lik'd
mee
,
yet
their
very
wish
Made
me
mistrust
my
Loue
had
not
true
course
,
But
had
some
sway
from
dutie
which
might
hold
For
some
slight
space
:
but
ô
when
time
shall
search
The
strength
of
loue
,
then
vertue
,
and
your
eye
,
Must
knit
his
sinewes
:
I
chusde
my selfe
a
wife
Poore
,
but
of
good
dissent
,
and
we
did
liue
Till
death
diuorc'd
vs
,
as
a
man
would
wish
:
I
made
a
woman
,
now
wenches
make
a
man
:
Chuse
one
either
of
valour
,
wit
,
honestie
,
or
wealth
,
So
he
be
gentle
,
and
you
haue
my
heart
,
I faith
you
haue
:
What
,
I
haue
land
for
you
both
,
You
haue
loue
for
your selues
.
Heeres
M.
Mamon
now
.
Drum.
A
club-fisted
Vsurer
.
Sir.
Ed.
A
wealthie
,
carefull
,
thriuing
Citizen
.
Mam.
Carefull
,
I
,
I
,
let
nothing
without
good
blacke
and
white
,
I
warrant
you
.
Drum.
Yes
sir
.
Mam.
No
sir
.
Drum.
A
litle
backe
winde
,
sauing
your
wor.
sir
.
Mam.
I
am
scoft
at
,
wheres
my
man
there
ho
?
Came.
Sir
you
need
not
take
the
pepper
in
the
nose
,
Your
nose
is
firie
enough
.
Mam.
What
Flawne
,
what
Christopher
,
Hart
where's
the
knaue
become
?
Hold
sirrah
carry
my
cloake
.
Enter
Flawne.
Kathe.
It
seemes
he
can
scarce
carry
himselfe
.
Drum.
Hee's
ouer
the
shooes
,
yet
heele
hold
out
water
,
for
I
haue
liquor'd
him
soundly
.
Mam.
Why
cannot
you
come
where
headie
liquore
is
,
but
you
must
needs
bouze
?
What
a
man
may
leade
a
horse
to
the
water
,
but
heele
chuse
to
drinke
.
Flawn.
True
,
but
I
am
no
horse
,
for
I
cannot
chuse
but
drinke
.
Mam.
A
pale
weake
stripling
,
yet
contend
with
Ale
.
Flawne.
Why
the
weakest
go
to
the
Pot
still
.
Mam.
That
Iest
shall
saue
him
.
Sir
Edward
now
good
day
.
Exit
.
Sir
Ed.
Nay
sir
,
weele
bring
you
a
litle
of
the
way
.
Drum.
Rely
on
me
Christopher
,
I
will
be
thy
staffe
,
And
thy
Masters
nose
shalbe
thy
lanthorn
&
candlelight
Exeunt
all
.
Manent
Camelia
and
Winifride
.
Wini.
Mistresse
Camelia
,
me thinkes
your
eye
Sparkles
not
spirit
as
twas
wont
to
doo
.
Came.
My
mind
is
dull
,
and
yet
my
thoughts
are
fixt
Vpon
a
pleasing
obiect
,
Brabants
loue
.
Wini.
Indeed
yong
Brabant
is
a
propper
man
,
And
yet
his
legges
are
somewhat
of
the
least
:
And
faith
a
chitty
well
complexioned
face
,
And
yet
it
wants
a
beard
:
A
good
sweet
youth
,
And
yet
some
say
he
hath
a
valiant
breath
,
Of
a
good
haire
,
but
oh
,
his
eies
,
his
eies
.
Came.
Last
day
thy
praise
extold
him
to
the
skies
.
Wi.
Indeed
he
wares
good
cloaths
,
&
throws
his
cloak
With
good
discretion
vnder
his
left
arme
,
He
curles
his
boote
with
iudgement
,
and
takes
a
whiffe
With
gracefull
fashion
,
sweares
a
valorous
oath
,
But
ô
the
diuel
,
hath
a
hatefull
fault
,
he
is
a
yonger
brother
.
Came.
A
yonger
brother
?
ô
intollerable
.
Wini.
No
Mistresse
,
no
:
but
theres
M.
Iohn
,
M.
Iohn
Ellis
,
theres
a
Lad
Ifaith
,
Ha
for
a
vertuous
honest
good
youth
!
Came.
Tut
he
is
good
,
because
he
knows
not
how
to
be
bad
,
Nor
wherefore
he
is
good
.
Wini.
I
know
not
,
mee thinkes
not
to
be
bad
,
is
good
enough
in
these
daies
.
Came.
Nay
he
is
a
foole
,
a
perfect
Idiot
.
Win.
Why
all
the
better
.
And
I'le
tell
you
this
,
The
greatest
Lady
in
the
Land
affects
him
,
Nay
doates
vpon
him
,
I
,
and
lies
with
him
.
Ca.
What
Lady
,
good
sweet
Winifride
,
what
Lady
say
?
Faith
there
be
some
good
parts
about
the
foole
,
which
I
perceiue
not
,
yet
an other
may
:
what
Lady
,
good
sweet
Winifride
?
say
quick
good
wench
.
Winif.
The
Lady
Fortune
.
Camel.
Why
my
name's
Fortune
too
.
Winif.
Then
you
must
needs
fauour
him
,
For
Fortune
fauours
fooles
.
Camel.
Oh
but
to
hugge
a
foole
is
odious
.
Winif.
Foule
water
quencheth
fire
well
inough
,
And
with
more
liuely
pallor
,
you
shall
taste
The
Iuyce
of
pleasures
fount
at
priuate
times
:
Pish
,
by
my
maiden-head
,
were
I
to
match
,
I
would
elect
a
wealthy
foole
fore
all
,
Then
may
one
hurry
in
her
Chariot
,
Shine
in
rich
purpled
Tissue
,
haue
hundred
loues
,
Rule
all
,
pay
all
,
take
all
,
without
checke
or
snib
.
When
being
maried
to
a
wise
man
(
O
the
Lord
)
You
are
made
a
foole
,
a
Ward
,
curbd
and
controlld
,
and
(
O
)
out
vpon't
.
Came.
Beleeue
me
wench
,
thy
words
haue
fired
me
,
I'le
lay
me
downe
vpon
a
banke
of
Pinkes
,
And
dreame
vppont
;
Sweete
foole
,
I
tis
most
cleare
,
A
foolish
bed-mate
,
why
he
hath
no
peere
.
Exit
Camelia
.
Winif.
Ha
,
ha
,
her
loue
is
as
vncertaine
as
an
Almanacke
,
as
vnconstant
as
the
fashion
,
Iust
like
a
whiffe
of
Tabacco
,
no
sooner
in
at
the
mouth
,
but
out
at
the
nose
:
I
thinke
in
my
heart
I
could
make
her
enamoured
on
Timothy
Twedle
:
wel
he
that
fees
me
best
,
speeds
best
.
For
as
it
pleasd
my
bribed
lippes
to
blowe
,
So
turnes
her
feathry
fancie
too
and
fro
.
Exit
.
Enter
Brabant
iunior
at
one
doore
,
Ned
Planet
at
the
other
.
Bra.
Good
speed
thee
my
good
sweet
Planet
,
How
doest
thou
Chuck
?
Pla.
How
now
Brabant
,
where
haue
you
liu'de
these
three
or
foure
dayes
?
Bra.
Ho
at
the
glittering
Court
my
Pytheas
.
Pla.
Plague
on
ye
Pytheas
,
what
haue
you
done
there
?
Bra.
Why
lane
in
my
Ladies
lap
,
eate
,
drink
,
&
sleep
.
Pla.
So
hath
thy
Ladies
Dog
done
,
what
art
in
loue
With
you
Hygate
Mammer
still
?
Bra.
Still
,
I
still
,
and
still
,
I
in
eternitie
.
Plan.
It
shall
bee
Cronicled
next
after
the
death
of
Bankes
his
Horse
,
I
wonder
why
thou
lou'st
her
?
Bra.
Loue
hath
no
reason
.
Pla.
Then
is
loue
a
beast
.
Bra.
O
my
Camelia
is
loue
it selfe
.
Pla.
The
diuel
she
is
:
Hart
her
lips
looke
like
a
dride
Neats-tongue
:
her
face
as
richly
yeallow
,
as
the
skin
of
a
cold
Custard
,
and
her
mind
as
setled
as
the
feet
of
bald
pated
time
.
Bra.
Plague
on
your
hatefull
humor
,
out
vppont
,
Why
should
your
stomacke
be
so
queasie
now
,
As
to
bespawle
the
pleasures
of
the
world
?
Why
should
you
run
an
Idle
counter-course
Thwart
to
the
path
of
fashion
?
Come
your
reason
?
O
you
are
buried
in
Philosophie
,
And
there
intombd
in
supernaturalls
,
You
are
dead
to
natiue
pleasures
life
.
Pla.
Let
me
busse
thy
cheeke
sweete
Pugge
,
Now
I
am
perfect
hate
,
I
lou'd
but
three
things
in
the
world
,
Philosophy
,
Thrift
,
and
my self
.
Thou
hast
made
me
hate
Philosophy
.
A
Vsurers
greasie
Codpeece
made
me
loath
Thrift
:
but
if
all
the
Brewers
Iades
in
the
town
can
drug
me
from
loue
of
my selfe
,
they
shall
doo
more
then
e're
the
seuen
wise
men
of
Greece
could
:
Come
,
come
,
now
I'le
be
as
sociable
as
Timon
of
Athens
.
Bra.
Along
with
me
then
,
you
droning
Sagbut
,
I'le
bring
thee
to
a
Crewe
.
Pla.
Of
Fooles
wilt
not
?
Bra.
Faith
if
you
haue
any
waight
of
iudgement
,
you
may
easily
sound
what
depth
of
witts
they
drawe
,
theres
first
my
elder
brother
.
Pla.
Oh
the
Prince
of
Fooles
,
vnequald
Ideot
,
He
that
makes
costly
suppers
to
trie
wits
:
And
will
not
stick
to
spend
some
20.
pound
To
grope
a
gull
:
that
same
perpetuall
grin
That
leades
his
Corkie
Iests
to
make
them
sinke
Into
the
eares
of
his
Deryders
with
his
owne
applause
.
Bra.
Indeed
his
Iests
are
like
Indian
beefe
,
they
will
not
last
,
and
yet
he
powders
them
soundly
with
his
own
laughter
.
Then
theres
the
Gotish
French-man
,
Mounsieur
Iohn
fo
de
King
,
knowste
thou
him
?
Pla.
Oh
,
I
to
a
haire
,
for
I
knew
him
when
he
had
neuer
a
haire
on
his
head
.
Bra.
He
is
a
faithfull
pure
Rogue
.
Pla.
I
,
I
,
as
pure
as
the
gold
that
hath
bene
seuen
times
tryed
in
the
fire
.
Bra.
Then
theres
Iohn
Ellis
,
and
profound
toungd
Maister
Puffe
,
he
that
hath
a
perpetuitie
of
complement
,
he
whose
phrases
are
as
neatly
deckt
as
my
Lord
Maiors
Hensmen
,
he
whose
throat
squeakes
like
a
treble
Organ
,
and
speakes
as
small
and
shrill
,
as
the
Irish-men
crie
Pip
,
fine
Pip
.
And
when
his
period
comes
not
roundly
off
,
takes
tole
of
the
tenth
haire
of
his
Bourbon
locke
:
as
thus
.
Sweete
Sir
,
repute
me
as
a
(
Puffe
)
selected
spirit
borne
to
be
the
admirer
,
of
your
neuer
inough
admired
(
Puffe
)
.
Pla.
Oh
we
shall
be
ouerwhelmd
with
an
invndation
of
laughter
.
Come
,
where
are
they
?
Bra.
Here
at
this
Tauerne
.
Pla.
In
,
in
,
in
,
in
,
I
long
to
burst
my
sides
and
tyer
my
spleene
with
laughter
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
two
Pages
,
the
one
laughing
,
the
other
crying
.
Page
.
1.
Why
do'st
thou
crie
?
2.
Why
do'st
thou
laugh
?
1.
I
laugh
to
see
thee
crie
.
2.
And
I
crie
to
see
thee
laugh
.
Peace
be
to
vs
.
Heres
our
Maisters
.
Enter
Brabant
Signior
,
Planet
,
Brabant
Iunior
,
Iohn
Ellis
,
M.
Puffe
,
and
Mounsieur
Iohn
fo
de
King
.
Bra.
Sig.
You
shall
see
his
humour
,
I
pray
you
bee
familiar
with
this
Gentleman
maister
Puffe
,
he
is
a
man
of
a
well
growne
spirit
,
richly
worth
your
.
I
assure
you
,
ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Puff
.
Sir
I
enrowle
you
in
the
Legend
of
my
(
Puffe
)
intimates
,
I
shall
be
infinitely
proud
if
you
will
daigne
to
value
me
worthy
the
embracement
of
your
(
Puffe
)
better
affection
.
Pla.
Speake
you
from
your
thought
sir
?
Puffe
.
I
,
or
would
my
silke
stocke
should
loose
his
glosse
else
,
I
shall
triumph
as
much
in
the
purchase
of
your
(
Puffe
)
loue
,
as
if
I
had
obtained
the
great
Elixar
:
Let
vs
incorporate
our
affections
I
pray
you
:
let
me
be
forward
in
your
fauour
.
Pla.
Sir
,
I
pray
you
let
me
beg
you
for
a
Foole
.
Puff
.
I
affect
no
rudenes
gentlemē
,
the
heauens
stand
Propitious
to
your
faire
designes
:
Assoone
as
next
the
sun
shall
gin
to
shine
,
I
will
salute
the
eies
of
Katherine
.
Bra.
Sig.
Of
Katherine
,
M.
Planet
obserue
the
next
,
M.
Iohn
,
what
makes
you
so
melancholy
?
Ellis
.
I
do
not
vse
to
answere
questions
.
Bra.
Iu.
What
are
you
thinking
on
now
?
El.
I
do
not
vse
to
thinke
.
Bra.
Sig.
He
lookes
as
demurely
as
if
he
were
asking
his
Father
blessing
.
El.
I
do
not
vse
to
aske
my
Father
blessing
.
Bra.
Iu.
Hart
,
how
chaunce
he
is
out
of
his
similies
?
Pla.
I
haue
followed
Ordinaries
this
twelue month
,
onely
to
finde
a
Foole
that
had
landes
,
or
a
fellow
that
would
talke
treason
,
that
I
might
beg
him
.
Iohn
,
be
my
Ward
Iohn
,
faith
Ile
giue
thee
two
coates
a
yeare
and
be
my
Foole
.
Bra.
Sig.
He
shall
be
your
Foole
,
and
you
shall
be
his
Coxe-come
.
Ha
,
ha
,
I
haue
a
simple
wit
,
ha
,
ha
.
Pla.
I
shall
crowe
o're
him
then
.
Enter
Winifride
.
Wini.
Is
there
not
one
M.
Iohn
Ellis
here
?
Page
.
There
sits
the
thing
so
calde
.
Winifride
and
Ellis
talke
.
Br.
Sig.
Now
to
the
last
course
:
Monsieur
Iohn
fo
de
King
,
I
will
helpe
you
to
a
wench
Mounsieur
.
Moun.
No
point
,
a
burne
childe
feere
de
fire
.
Ellis
.
As
a
hungry
dogge
waiteth
for
a
mutton
bone
,
or
as
a
tatterd
foote-boy
for
a
cast
sute
,
euen
so
will
I
attend
on
my
Mistris
.
Enter
Winifride
.
Moun.
O
my
Vinifride
,
pree
you
awe
,
by
gor
,
me
ang
de
for
her
.
Bra.
Sig.
Nay
stay
,
stay
,
I
will
helpe
you
to
a
dilicate
plump-lipt
wench
.
Moun.
Toh
,
phi
,
phi
,
your
proffer
ware
stink
:
stay
Vinifride
;
or
by
gor
die
,
me
die
,
me
die
by
gor
,
me
ang
so
desirous
adiew
goot
Sir
.
Bra.
Sig.
Oh
stay
Mounsieur
,
how
do
you
pronounce
Demurra
?
Ha
,
ha
,
Ile
plague
him
.
Moun.
Grand
Sot
,
my
vench
is
gone
,
&
me
brule
,
and
me
brule
,
like
one
mad
bule
,
me
go
into
de
vaterto
coole
my
reine
,
ang
my
back
made
de
vater
hize
againe
,
dus
so
brule
,
me
burst
vor
a
vench
,
and
yet
grand
poc
on
you
all
,
pree
you
adiew
.
Ellis
.
As
the
Iigge
is
cald
for
when
the
Play
is
done
,
euen
so
let
Mounsieur
goe
.
Moun.
Hee
,
me
teach
you
much
French
vor
dis
,
I
goe
to
Hygate
,
adiew
grand
Sors
.
Exit
Mounsieur
.
Ellis
As
sore
eyes
cannot
endure
the
Sun
,
nor
scabd
hands
abide
salt
water
,
so
must
I
leaue
all
,
and
see
my
mistresse
,
and
as
faire
Ladies
do
vse
soule
foyles
,
euen
so
do
I
bid
you
farewell
.
Exit
Ellis
.
Bra.
Sig.
Why
this
is
sport
imperiall
,
by
my
Gentry
,
I
would
spend
fortie
Crownes
,
for
such
an other
feast
of
fooles
.
Ha
,
ha
.
Bra.
Iu.
I
wonder
who
would
be
the
foole
then
?
Bra.
Sig.
Why
tis
the
recreation
of
my
Intellect
,
I
thinke
I
speake
as
significant
,
ha
,
ha
,
these
are
my
zanyes
,
I
fill
their
paunches
,
they
seed
my
pleasures
,
I
vse
them
as
my
fooles
faith
,
ha
,
ha
.
Pla.
Tis
a
generous
honour
.
Bra.
Sig.
Troath
I
thinke
you
haue
a
good
wit
,
ha
?
pray
you
sup
with
me
,
I
loue
good
wits
,
because
mine
owne
is
not
vnfortunate
:
pray
you
sup
with
me
.
Pla.
Ile
giue
God
thankes
sir
,
that
hath
sent
a
foole
to
feed
me
.
Bra.
Sig.
Come
along
then
,
ye
shall
haue
a
Capon
,
a
Tansey
,
and
some
kick-showes
of
my
wits
,
ha
,
ha
,
some
toyes
of
my
spirit
.
Exit
Bra.
Sig.
and
Bra.
Iunior
.
Pla.
I
will
eate
his
meate
,
and
spend's
money
,
thats
all
the
spight
I
can
do
him
:
but
if
I
can
get
a
Pattent
for
concealed
Sots
,
that
Dawe
shall
troupe
among
my
Ideots
.
Exit
.
ACTVS
SECVNDVS
.
Enter
M.
Puffe
with
his
Page
.
Puffe
.
Boy
whats
a Clocke
?
Page
.
Past
three
,
and
a
faire
morning
.
Puffe
.
Burnes
not
that
light
within
the
sacred
shrine
?
I
meane
the
chamber
of
bright
Katherine
.
Page
.
I
,
should
appeare
by
these
presence
,
that
it
doth
.
Puffe
.
I
wonder
that
the
light
is
vp
so
soone
.
Page
.
O
Mistresse
Snuffe
was
weary
with
sleeping
in
the
Socket
,
and
therefore
hath
newly
put
on
her
stamell
petticoat
,
&
takē
her
pewter
state
to
giue
light
to
things
are
in
darknesse
.
Puff
.
And
I
know
that
women
of
grauitie
and
sweetnes
are
soone
vp
.
Page
.
I
see
that
women
of
leuitie
and
lightnesse
,
are
soone
downe
.
Puff
.
Boy
cleare
thy
throate
,
and
mount
thy
sweetest
notes
Vpon
the
bosom
of
this
sleeke
cheekt
aire
:
That
it
may
gently
breathe
them
in
the
eare
Of
my
adored
Mistresse
:
Come
begin
.
The
Song
.
Delicious
beautie
that
doth
lie
Wrapt
in
a
skin
of
Iuorie
,
Lie
stil
,
lie
stil
vpon
thy
backe
,
And
Fancy
let
no
sweete
dreames
lacke
To
tickle
her
,
to
tickle
her
with
pleasing
thoughts
.
But
if
thy
eyes
are
open
full
,
Then
daine
to
view
an
honest
gull
,
That
stands
,
that
stands
,
expecting
still
When
that
thy
Casement
open
will
And
blesse
his
eyes
,
&
blesse
his
eyes
,
with
one
kind
glance
.
The
Casement
opens
,
and
Katherine
appeares
.
Puf.
All
happinesse
and
vnconceiu'd
delight
,
Waite
on
the
loue
of
sweet
fac'de
Katherine
.
Kathe.
Good
youth
Amen
:
I
do
returne
your
wish
With
ample
interest
of
beatitude
.
Puf.
I
do
protest
,
with
ceremonious
(
puffe
)
lippes
The
purest
blood
of
my
affection
,
Is
euen
fatally
predestinate
To
consecrate
it selfe
vnto
your
(
puffe
)
loue
.
Ka.
Vnto
my
loue
?
Oh
sir
you
binde
me
to
you
:
Faire
Gentleman
I
haue
a
thankfull
heart
,
Tho
not
a
glorious
speech
to
sweet
my
thankes
.
Puf.
Reward
my
loue
then
with
your
kinder
loue
.
Ka.
With
my
loue
sir
,
I
relish
not
your
speech
.
Puf.
I
with
your
loue
,
in
pleasing
marriage
.
Ka.
Alas
sir
,
cannot
be
my
Loues
a
man
,
Who
hardly
can
requite
the
deare
protests
Of
kind
affection
,
which
you
seeme
to
vowe
Vnto
his
fortunes
:
kind
youth
,
you
did
wish
All
happinesse
to
wayt
vpon
my
loue
:
Well
he
shall
know
it
when
we
next
do
meete
,
And
thanke
you
kindly
:
now
good
morrow
sweete
.
Puf.
You
take
my
,
my
,
my
meaning
(
puffe
.
)
Page
.
Nay
if
he
be
puffing
once
,
the
fire
of
his
wit
is
out
.
Puf.
Why
she
is
gone
.
Hart
did
I
rise
for
this
?
Pa.
She
cannot
endure
puffing
.
O
you
puft
her
away
Puf.
Lets
slink
along
vnseen
,
tis
yet
scarse
day
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Mamon
with
Flawne
,
bearing
a
light
before
Mamon
.
Flawn.
Now
me thinks
I
hold
the
candle
to
the
diuel
.
Mam.
Put
out
the
light
,
the
day
begins
to
breake
.
Flawn.
Would
the
day
and
thy
neck
were
broke
togither
.
Mam.
Oh
how
the
gout
and
loue
do
tyre
me
.
Flawne.
Why
sir
,
loue
is
nothing
but
the
very
gout
.
Mam.
As
how
Flawne
?
as
how
?
Flawne
Thus
sir
:
Gout
and
loue
,
both
come
with
Idlenesse
,
both
incurable
,
both
humorous
,
onely
this
difference
:
the
Gout
causeth
a
great
tumor
in
a
mans
legges
,
and
loue
a
great
swelling
in
a
womans
belly
.
Mam.
Why
then
ô
Loue
,
ô
Gout
,
ô
goutie
Loue
,
how
thou
torments
olde
Mamon
:
good
morrow
to
the
sweet
lipt
Katherine
,
eternall
spring
vnto
thy
beauties
loue
.
Ka.
Alas
good
aged
Sir
,
what
make
you
vp
?
In
faith
I
pittie
you
,
good
soule
to
bed
,
Troth
soone
youle
crie
,
Oh
God
my
head
,
my
head
.
Mam.
No
Katherine
,
the
wrinckling
print
of
time
Err'd
,
when
it
seald
my
forehead
vp
with
age
:
I
haue
as
warme
an
arme
to
entertaine
And
hugge
thy
presence
in
a
nuptiall
bed
,
As
those
that
haue
a
cheek
more
liuely
red
:
And
tho
my
voice
be
rude
,
yet
Flawne
can
sing
Peans
of
beautie
,
and
of
Katherine
.
List
to
the
Musicke
that
corrupts
the
Goddes
,
Subuerts
euen
Desteny
,
and
thus
it
shogges
.
The
Song
.
Chunck
,
chunck
,
chunck
,
chunck
,
his
bagges
do
ring
A
merry
note
with
chuncks
to
sing
:
Those
that
are
farre
more
yong
and
wittie
,
Are
wide
from
singing
such
a
Dittie
As
Chunck
,
chunck
,
chunck
,
Theres
Chunck
that
makes
the
Lawier
prate
,
Theres
Chunck
that
make
a
foole
of
Fate
:
Theres
Chunck
,
that
if
you
will
be
his
,
Shall
make
you
liue
in
all
hearts
blis
.
With
Chunck
,
chunck
,
chunck
.
Ka.
Tis
wel
sung
good
old
man
,
hence
with
your
gold
,
Leaue
the
green
fields
tis
deawy
;
youle
take
cold
.
Mam.
The
Casements
shut
,
wel
here
Ile
lurke
&
stay
,
To
see
who
beares
the
glorie
of
the
day
.
Hence
,
hence
,
to
London
,
Flawne
let
me
alone
.
Enter
Flawne
I
can
hardly
leaue
him
alone
,
for
the
Diuell
and
double
Duckats
,
still
associate
him
,
but
I
am
gone
.
Exit
.
Enter
Pasquill
.
Pasquil.
The
glooming
morne
with
shining
Armes
hath
chaste
The
siluer
Ensign
of
the
grim
cheekt
night
,
And
forc'd
the
sacred
troupes
of
sparkling
starres
Into
their
priuate
Tents
,
yet
calme
husht
sleepe
Strikes
dumbe
the
snoring
world
:
yet
frolick
youth
Thats
lately
matcht
vnto
a
well
shapte
Lasse
,
Clippes
his
sweet
Mistresse
,
with
a
pleasing
arme
,
Whilst
the
great
power
of
Imperious
Loue
Sommons
my
dutie
to
salute
the
shine
Of
my
Loues
beauties
.
Vnequald
Katherine
I
bring
no
Musick
to
prepare
thy
thoughts
To
entertaine
an
amorous
discourse
:
More
Musick's
in
thy
name
,
and
sweet
dispose
,
Then
in
Apollos
Lyre
,
or
Orpheus
close
.
I'le
chaunt
thy
name
,
and
so
inchaunt
each
eare
,
That
Katherinas
happie
name
shall
heare
.
My
Katherine
,
my
life
,
my
Katherine
.
Kathe.
My
Ned
,
my
Pasquil
,
sweet
I
come
,
I
come
,
Euen
with
like
swiftnes
,
tho
not
with
like
heart
:
As
the
fierce
Fawcon
stoupes
to
rysing
fowle
I
hurrey
to
thee
:
do
not
goe
away
,
The
place
is
priuate
,
and
tis
yet
scarce
day
.
Pas.
Oh
these
kind
words
imparadize
my
thoughts
.
Ma.
Ha
,
ha
,
yong
Pasquil
haue
I
found
you
out
?
Ist
you
must
bore
my
nose
,
Ile
bore
your
heart
:
Why
this
same
boy's
as
bare
as
naked
Truthe
.
A
lowe
ebd
gallant
,
yet
sheele
match
with
him
:
Ile
match
him
,
if
his
skin
be
ponyard
proofe
.
He
may
scape
the
force
of
gold
and
murder
,
if
not
,
As
you
returne
sir
,
I
will
pepper
you
.
Exit
.
Enter
Katherine
to
Pasquill
.
And
art
thou
come
deare
hart
,
first
fee
be
this
,
This
kinde
imbrace
,
and
next
this
modest
kis
.
Pas.
This
is
no
kisse
,
but
an
Ambrosian
bowle
,
The
Nectar
deaw
of
thy
delicious
sowle
:
Let
me
sucke
one
kisse
more
,
and
with
a
nimble
lip
,
Nibble
vpon
those
Rosie
bankes
,
more
soft
and
cleare
Then
is
the
Ieweld
tip
of
Venus
eare
.
Oh
how
a
kisse
inflames
a
Louers
thought
,
With
such
a
fewell
let
me
burne
and
die
,
And
like
to
Hercules
so
mount
the
skie
.
Ka.
Come
you
grow
wanton
.
Oh
you
bite
my
lip
.
Pas.
In
faith
you
Iest
,
I
did
but
softly
sip
The
Roseall
Iuice
of
your
reuiuing
breath
:
Let
clumsie
iudgements
,
chilblaind
gowtie
wits
Bung
vp
their
chiefe
content
within
the
whoopes
Of
a
stuft
dry
Fatt
:
and
repose
their
hopes
Of
happinesse
,
and
hearts
tranquilitie
,
Vpon
increase
of
durt
:
but
let
me
liue
Clipt
in
the
cincture
of
a
faithfull
arme
,
Luld
in
contented
ioy
,
being
made
diuine
,
With
the
most
precious
loue
of
Katherine
.
Ka.
Let
the
vnsanctified
spirit
of
ambition
Entice
the
choyse
of
muddy
minded
Dames
To
yoke
themselues
to
swine
,
and
for
vaine
hope
Of
gay
rich
trappings
,
be
still
spurd
and
prickt
With
pining
discontent
for
nuptiall
sweetes
.
But
let
me
liue
lou'd
in
my
husbands
eies
,
Whose
thoughts
with
mine
,
may
sweetly
simpathize
.
Pas.
The
heauens
shall
melt
,
the
sun
shall
cease
to
shine
,
Before
I
leaue
the
loue
of
Katherine
.
Kathe.
Nay
when
heauens
melted
,
&
the
sun
strooke
dead
,
Euen
then
my
loue
shall
not
be
vanquished
.
Pas.
When
I
turne
fickle
,
vertue
shall
be
vice
.
Ka.
When
I
proue
false
,
Hell
shall
be
Paradice
.
Pas.
My
life
shall
be
maintaind
by
thy
kind
breath
.
Ka.
Thy
loue
shall
be
my
life
,
thy
hate
my
death
.
Pas.
Oh
when
I
die
let
me
imbrace
thy
waste
.
Ka.
In
death
let
me
be
counted
thine
and
chaste
.
Pas.
Heauens
graunt
,
being
dead
my
soule
may
liue
nie
thee
Ka.
One
kisse
shal
giue
thee
mine
eternally
.
Pas.
In
faire
exchaunge
vouchsafe
my
hart
to
take
.
Ka.
With
all
my
mind
,
weare
this
Ned
for
my
sake
,
But
now
no
more
,
bright
day
malings
our
loue
,
Farewell
,
yet
stay
,
but
tis
no
matter
too
,
My
Father
knowes
I
thinke
,
what
must
ensue
.
Adieu
,
yet
harke
,
nay
faith
,
adieu
,
adiew
.
Pas.
Peace
to
thy
passions
,
till
next
enterview
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Mamon
,
and
Mounsier
Iohn
fo
de
King
.
Mam.
Now
Mounsieur
be
but
confident
,
and
hold
There
is
the
price
of
blood
,
this
way
he
comes
,
Strike
home
bold
arme
,
and
thou
shalt
want
no
crowns
.
Moun.
Feare
you
noting
,
when
he
is
die
,
me
bring
you
word
.
Exit
Mamon
.
Hee
,
by
gor
braue
crowne
,
braue
monney
,
Me
haue
here
a
patent
to
take
vp
,
one
,
two
,
treescore
Vench
:
fine
Crowne
,
fine
vench
,
vnreasonably
fine
,
Dis
monney
is
my
baude
.
Me
send
a
French
crowne
To
fetch
a
fine
vench
,
de
French
crowne
fetch
de
Fine
vench
,
de
fine
vench
take
de
French
crowne
,
And
giue
me
de
French
poc
.
Hee
excellent
,
you
see
Mee
kill
a
man
,
you
see
mee
hang
like
de
Burgullian
,
Hee
no
poine
:
Hee
by
Gor
,
mee
haue
much
vitt
,
Ang
me
much
bald
,
and
me
ang
much
bald
wit
.
Here
come
de
Gentleman
metre
Pasquill
.
Enter
Pasquill
.
Pasquill
.
Ist
possible
that
sisters
should
so
thwart
In
natiue
humours
?
one's
as
kind
and
fayre
,
As
constant
,
vertuous
,
and
as
debonayre
,
As
is
the
heart
of
goodnesse
:
the
other
,
proud
,
Inconstant
,
fantasticke
,
and
as
vaine
in
loues
,
As
trauellers
in
lies
:
blest
Katherine
,
Camelia's
not
thy
sister
,
if
she
bee
,
Shees
basterd
to
the
sweetes
that
shine
in
thee
.
Moun.
Boniour
Metre
Pasquill
,
sance
Iest
,
me
am
hired
to
kill
you
,
Mounsieur
Mamon
,
Messier
:
Iounck
,
Iounck
,
giue
me
money
to
stab
you
,
but
me
know
there
is
a
God
that
hate
bloud
,
derfore
,
me
no
kil
,
me
know
dere
is
a
vench
,
that
loue
Crowne
,
derefore
me
keepe
de
money
.
Pas.
Vnhallowed
villaine
,
that
with
gold
and
bloud
,
Thinkes
that
almighty
loue
can
be
withstood
.
Hold
Mounsieur
,
there
are
more
Crownes
,
onely
do
this
,
returne
to
Mamon
,
tell
him
the
deed
is
done
,
and
bring
him
hither
,
that
he
may
vainely
triumph
in
my
bloud
,
I
haue
some
painting
which
I
found
by
chaunce
in
loose
Camelias
chamber
,
with
that
Ile
staine
my
breast
,
go
and
returne
with
speed
.
Moun.
Hee
,
by
gor
I
smell
a
rat
,
me
flie
,
me
flie
,
by
gor
.
Exit
Mounsieur
.
Pas.
Leaud
miscreant
,
that
through
the
throat
of
hel
,
Wouldst
mount
to
heauen
,
and
enioy
loue
,
Invaluably
pretious
:
no
rancke
churle
,
Thou
wast
not
made
to
slauer
her
faire
lips
With
thy
dead
rewmy
chops
,
nor
clip
her
waste
,
With
thy
shrunke
bloudlesse
arme
,
I
heare
him
come
.
Now
Pasquill
faigne
,
ô
thou
eternall
light
,
Mourne
that
thy
creatures
should
in
bloud
delight
.
He
lies
downe
,
and
faines
himselfe
dead
.
Enter
Mamon
and
Mounsieur
.
Mam.
Now
smug
fac'd
boy
,
now
nibble
on
her
lips
,
Now
sippe
the
deawe
of
her
delitious
breath
.
Stinke
,
rot
,
damne
,
bake
in
thy
cluttered
bloud
,
Snakes
,
Toads
,
and
Earwigs
,
make
thy
skull
their
neast
,
Ingendring
deaw-wormes
,
cling
orethwart
thy
breast
.
Moun.
Hush
,
hush
,
leaue
praying
for
dead
,
tis
no
good
Caluianisme
,
puritanisme
.
Dissemble
,
here
are
company
.
Exit
Moun.
Enter
Bra.
Sig.
and
Planet
.
Bra.
Sig.
Good
morrow
Sir
,
who
lies
there
murdred
?
Mam.
Oh
Gentlemen
,
the
kindest
vertuous
youth
That
e're
adorned
London
.
Damned
theeues
To
spoile
such
hopes
:
the
last
words
that
he
spake
,
Sticks
still
within
the
hollow
of
mine
eare
.
Katherine
quoth
he
,
hold
M.
Mamon
deare
,
I
know
not
what
he
meant
,
but
so
he
said
.
If
that
you
passe
to
Hygate
,
tell
the
Knight
,
Pasquill
is
sunke
into
eternall
night
.
Pla.
Faith
twas
a
good
youth
,
come
Brabant
,
come
away
.
Exeunt
Brabant
and
Planet
.
Mam.
Dead
Kate
,
dead
Kate
,
dead
is
the
boy
,
That
kept
rich
Mamon
from
his
ioy
.
Mamon
sings
.
Lantara
,
&c.
Pasquill
riseth
,
and
striketh
him
.
Mam.
Oh
the
diuell
,
the
ghost
of
Pasquill
,
I
am
dead
,
if
you
haue
any
curtesie
in
you
,
beleeue
it
.
I
beleeu'd
you
when
you
faign'd
,
beleeue
me
now
,
for
I
am
almost
dead
,
numbd
vp
with
feare
,
giue
faith
sweete
gentle
youth
.
Pas.
Old
wretch
,
amend
thy
thoughts
,
purge
,
purge
,
repent
,
Ile
hide
thy
vlcer
,
be
but
penitent
.
Exit
.
Mam.
Ha
,
I
think
twas
but
his
ghost
that
swept
along
.
Enter
Mounsier
singing
.
Grand
sot
Mamō
,
Pho
,
phy
,
phy
,
phy
,
a
foutra
pour
vos
chūck
,
chunck
.
Iohn
fo
de
King
,
teach
you
a
ding
,
Iohn
fo
de
King
graund
Sot
,
Sot
,
Sot
.
Exit
Mounsieur
.
Ma.
Death
,
plague
,
and
hell
,
how
is
curst
Mamō
vext
?
Scourgde
with
the
whip
of
sharpe
derision
:
Ile
home
,
and
starue
,
this
crosse
,
this
peeuish
hap
,
Strikes
dead
my
spirits
like
a
thunderclap
.
Exit
Mamon
.
Enter
Brabant
Iunior
,
and
Planet
.
Bra.
Gods
pretious
,
I
forgot
to
bring
my
Page
,
To
breathe
some
Dittie
in
my
Mistris
eare
.
Pla.
Wouldst
haue
a
Ballet
to
salute
her
with
?
Bra.
No
,
but
a
Song
.
How
wouldst
thou
court
thy
Mistresse
?
Pla.
Why
with
the
world
,
the
flesh
&
the
diuel
.
Bra.
Right
dog
,
well
thoult
sweare
,
that
I
am
blest
Beyond
infinitie
of
happinesse
,
When
thou
beholdest
admired
Camelia
.
Pla.
And
God
wold
blesse
me
with
3.
such
mistresses
,
I
would
giue
two
of
them
to
the
diuel
,
that
hee
would
take
the
third
.
Bra.
Oh
when
she
clips
,
and
clings
about
my
necke
,
And
suckes
my
soule
forth
with
a
melting
kisse
.
Pla.
Doth
she
vse
thee
so
kindly
then
,
ha
?
Bra.
O
I
,
and
calls
me
deare
,
deare
Brabant
,
and
(
ô
Iesu
God
)
I
cannot
expresse
her
sweets
of
entertaine
,
Sheele
so
insinuate
with
chaste
amorous
speech
,
And
play
the
wanton
with
such
pretie
grace
,
And
vowes
loue
to
me
:
Oh
I'le
make
thee
madde
To
see
how
gratious
Brabant's
in
her
eye
.
Here
is
her
window
,
marke
but
when
I
call
,
How
swift
she
comes
,
and
with
what
kind
salutes
She
welcomes
me
.
What
ho
Camelia
?
Faith
youle
be
tane
vp
,
what
in
bed
so
late
?
Winifride
lookes
from
aboue
.
Pla.
And
you
take
her
vp
Brabant
,
sheele
take
you
downe
.
Bra.
Hart
they
heare
not
:
My
Camelia
wake
?
Wini.
What
harsh
vnciuil
tongue
keeps
such
a
coile
?
Bra.
Winifride
tis
I
.
Tell
my
sweet
Duck
I
am
here
,
Now
marke
Ned
Planet
,
now
obserue
her
well
.
Wini.
Shee
wonders
at
your
rudenesse
that
intrudes
Vpon
the
quiet
of
her
mornings
rest
,
And
shee's
amaz'de
,
that
with
such
impudence
You
dare
presume
to
intimate
some
loue
to
her
,
As
if
she
knew
you
more
then
for
a
youth
,
A
yonger
brother
,
and
a
stipendary
.
Enter
Iohn
Ellis
.
Pla.
Now
mark
Ned
Planet
,
now
obserue
her
kindnes
.
Good
morrow
M.
Iohn
.
Ellis
.
As
the
Countrey
mayd
crieth
to
her
Cowe
to
milke
her
,
or
as
the
Trauailer
knocketh
with
his
Hostes
for
a
reckning
,
euen
so
do
I
call
to
thee
ô
Mistris
.
Camelia
from
her
window
.
Came.
Sweet
Iohn
my
Loue
,
heer's
thy
Camelia
:
Hold
weare
this
fauour
,
with
this
kisse
vppont
.
Bra.
Flesh
and
blood
cannot
beare
such
disgrace
.
Brabant
beates
Ellis
.
El.
Helpe
,
helpe
,
helpe
,
helpe
,
he
boxes
mee
that
hee
doth
.
Helpe
,
helpe
.
Enter
Sir
Edward
,
Katherine
,
Drum
,
and
Twedle
.
Sir
Ed.
What
outrage
haue
we
here
so
early
vp
?
Sir
you
do
wrong
the
quiet
of
my
house
.
Enter
Camelia
.
I faith
you
do
,
and
tis
but
rudely
done
,
Go
too
tis
not
.
Is
this
a
place
to
brawle
?
Pla.
And
please
thee
knight
,
I'le
tell
thee
faith
&
troth
.
Came.
What
did
he
strike
thee
sweet
?
El.
I
in
good
deed
law
,
and
a
my
conscience
,
I
thinke
he
hath
made
my
nose
bleede
.
Came.
And
would
not
you
draw
your
weapon
out
,
and
to
it
lustily
,
as
long
as
you
could
stand
?
El.
I
do
not
vse
to
drawe
.
Ca.
Did
he
giue
thee
a
box
on
the
eare
,
and
wouldst
thou
take
it
?
El.
And
he
be
such
a
foole
to
giue
it
me
,
why
should
not
I
be
so
wise
as
to
take
it
.
Ca.
Pure
honestie
,
kinde
Ducke
,
kisse
me
sweet
Iohn
.
Bra.
Iu.
Hart
Sir
Edward
,
will
you
suffer
this
?
Now
on
my
life
she
is
enamord
on
the
fooles
bable
.
Sir
Ed.
Go
too
sir
boy
forbear
,
you
wrong
my
Loue
,
And
you
forget
your selfe
to
vse
such
Iests
,
Such
nastie
rybauldry
vpon
my
daughter
:
I
tell
you
M.
Brabant
,
doth
she
loue
Any
that
meriteth
the
name
of
man
?
Bra.
Iu.
Why
hee's
no
man
,
but
a
very
—
S.
Ed.
Well
,
well
,
no
more
;
my
house
,
my self
,
my
loue
,
Opens
their
hearts
with
liberall
imbrace
To
entertaine
your
presence
:
I
or
any
mans
So
they'le
be
ciuile
,
modest
,
not
prophane
,
Not
like
to
those
that
make
it
their
chiefe
grace
,
To
be
quite
graceles
.
Pla.
Well
said
honest
knight
,
We
haue
had
blood
enough
to day
alreadie
:
Ned
Pasquil's
slaine
by
bloodie
murdering
Rogues
.
Sir
Ed.
Speak
softly
,
God
forbid
,
my
daughter
heares
,
Tell
me
the
circumstance
,
I
pray
you
Sir
.
Ka.
Eternall
death
vnto
my
happinesse
,
My
Pasquil
slaine
?
Oh
God
,
oh
God
,
oh
God
.
Exit
Katherin
,
tearing
her
haire
.
Pla.
I
,
and
I
thinke
the
Vsurer
made
a
Tent
Euen
of
his
nose
it
was
so
red
and
neere
:
Sir
Ed.
God
for
his
mercy
,
what
mischance
is
heere
?
A
good
youth
,
a
vertuous
modest
youth
,
I faith
he
was
.
And
I
can
tell
your
sir
,
My
daughter
Katherine
,
where
is
she
now
?
Whithers
she
gone
?
Drum
call
her
hither
straite
.
Drum.
Your
Drum
wil
sound
a
call
sir
presently
.
Exit
Drum
.
Sir
Ed.
And
as
I
told
you
sir
,
my
daughter
Katherine
Affected
him
right
dearly
:
by
my
peace
of
soule
,
If
he
had
liu'd
,
I
could
haue
hartily
wisht
He
had
bene
my
sonne
in
lawe
,
I faith
I
could
:
But
see
the
will
of
God
.
How
now
Drum
,
Where's
my
daughter
?
Drum.
Sir
,
she
is
either
inuisible
,
or
deafe
,
for
I
can
neither
see
her
,
nor
she
heare
mee
.
Sir
Ed.
Boddie
of
mee
,
my
heart
misgiues
me
now
,
Looke
,
call
,
search
,
run
all
about
.
My
daughter
gone
?
Go
all
and
search
her
out
.
Heer's
Pasquil
ha
?
Is
this
the
man
thats
dead
?
Enter
Pasquil
.
Pas.
Let
me
intreat
this
fauour
,
do
not
search
Or
be
inquisitiue
why
I
fain'de
:
Repute
me
worthie
your
better
censure
:
and
thus
think
My
cause
was
vrgent
,
the
rest
lie
buried
.
Sir
Ed.
Well
,
I
would
you
had
not
fainde
.
Pas.
Why
would
you
haue
had
me
dead
indeed
?
Sir
Ed.
Oh
no
,
but
I
haue
lost
my
child
I
feare
,
By
your
strange
faining
,
she
no
sooner
heard
The
tydings
of
your
death
,
but
gone
she
was
,
And
God
knowes
whither
.
Ha
what
newes
now
?
Enter
Drum
.
Drum.
Tis
easier
to
finde
wit
in
ballating
,
honestie
in
Brokers
,
Virginitie
in
Shordich
,
then
to
heare
of
my
Mistresse
.
Sir
Ed.
Broach
me
a
fresh
Butt
of
Canary
Sacke
,
Lets
sing
,
drink
,
sleep
,
for
thats
the
best
reliefe
:
To
drowne
all
care
,
and
ouerwhelme
all
griefe
.
Powre
Wine
,
sound
Musick
,
let
our
bloods
not
freeze
,
Drinke
Duch
like
gallants
,
lets
drinke
vpsey
freeze
.
Exeunt
Sir
Edward
,
Planet
,
Brabant
,
Drum
&
Twedle
.
Came.
Seruant
youle
go
in
too
,
and
stay
dinner
?
El.
I
in
truthe
,
for
as
the
Itch
is
augmented
By
scratching
,
so
is
my
loue
by
seeing
my
mistresse
.
Exeunt
Camelia
and
Ellis
.
Pas.
How's
this
,
how's
this
,
My
Katherin
gone
hence
?
Sences
awake
,
and
thou
amazed
soule
Vnwinde
thy selfe
from
out
the
Labyrinth
Of
gaping
wonder
,
and
astonishment
.
My
Katherine
departed
?
how
?
which
way
?
Foole
,
foole
,
stand
not
debating
,
but
pursue
Haste
to
her
comfort
,
for
from
thee
doth
spring
(
Wretch
that
thou
art
)
her
cause
of
sorrowing
.
Exit
.
ACTVS
TERTIVS
.
Enter
a
Page
solus
.
Page
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
tipsie
,
tipsie
,
tipsie
,
all
turnd
whirlegig
,
Iohn
fo
de
king
,
Drum
,
and
Timothy
Twedle
,
are
rare
fine
,
ha
for
the
heauens
,
Ifaith
:
Drums
Lyon
drunk
,
and
he
dings
the
pottes
about
,
crackes
the
glasses
,
swaggers
with
his
owne
shadow
.
Honest
Timothy
is
Mawdelin
drunke
,
and
he
weepes
for
kindnesse
,
and
kisses
the
hilts
of
Iacke
Drums
Dagger
.
Mounsieurs
Goat
drunke
,
and
he
shrugges
,
and
skrubbes
,
and
hees
it
for
a
wench
.
Heere
they
come
reeling
,
I
must
packe
,
or
we
shall
swagger
,
for
they
hauing
a
cracke
in
their
heades
,
and
I
a
fault
in
my
hands
,
we
shall
nere
agree
.
Exit
.
Enter
Drum
,
Mounsieur
,
and
Twedle
.
Drum.
A
Seruingman
quoth
you
?
Hart
,
and
if
I
serue
any
thats
flesh
and
blood
,
would
I
might
ne're
taste
my
liquore
more
:
stand
bare
whilest
hee
makes
water
,
out
vppont
,
Ile
to
Ireland
,
and
there
Ile
Tan
,
ran
,
ty
,
ry
,
dan
,
Sa
,
sa
,
sa
,
sa
:
Nay
tis
the
onely
life
.
Twe.
Nay
good
Thewte
hart
,
good
kind
Iack
,
stay
,
if
you
would
loue
mee
,
as
I
loue
you
,
we
would
liue
&
die
together
:
and
please
God
,
would
I
were
dead
,
and
you
are
gone
.
And
heeres
M.
Iohn
so
de
king
,
a
verie
honest
man
too
.
Drum.
I
,
I
,
hee's
a
verie
good
honest
man
:
for
theres
not
a
haire
betwixt
him
and
heauen
.
Twe.
Heele
liue
with
vs
now
&
teach
vs
French
.
Moun.
I
by
my
trot
,
ang
you
helpe
mee
to
a
Vench
now
,
mee
teach
you
French
.
5.
towsand
,
towsand
yere
,
ô
your
Secke
is
hote
,
and
make
mee
brule
,
and
brule
,
and
burne
,
for
a
(
hee
)
by
gor
your
Seck
is
hote
.
Enter
Winifride
.
Drum.
Welcome
Basilisco
,
thou
wilt
carry
leuell
,
and
knock
ones
braines
out
with
thy
pricking
wit
.
Kisse
me
sweet
wench
,
kisse
mee
.
Moun.
Hee
my
Vinifride
,
by
gor
you
are
come
,
in
te
very
nick
to
pleasure
mee
,
pree
you
kisse
mee
,
clip
mee
,
loue
mee
,
or
by
gor
mee
ang
die
certaine
.
Drum.
Out
you
French
Dogge
,
touch
my
Loue
,
and
Ile
—
Moun.
Touch
her
,
by
gor
mee
touch
her
,
and
touch
her
,
and
touch
her
.
Drum.
Ile
touch
you
,
Ile
slash
you
,
Ile
vench
ye
.
Wini.
Put
vp
,
put
vp
,
for
the
passion
of
God
put
vp
,
or
if
youle
needs
too
it
,
sheath
both
your
weapons
in
mee
first
.
Drum.
Hart
touch
my
loue
,
touch
my
Winifride
?
Wini.
Hark
you
Iacke
,
come
to
my
chamber
an
houre
hence
,
and
you
shall
haue
what
you
will
aske
,
and
I
can
graunt
.
Drum.
Why
then
my
chollers
down
.
Iohn
fo
de
King
.
Foutra
for
you
.
Exit
Drum
.
Moun.
Foutra
for
me
,
futtra
,
futtra
,
futtra
,
fiue
towsand
futtra's
for
you
.
Twe.
Stay
friend
Iacke
,
Ile
reele
along
with
you
,
if
youle
not
swagger
.
Exit
Twedle
.
Wini.
Sweete
,
sweete
Mounsieur
,
hang
you
slaues
,
I
loue
you
infinitely
.
Moun.
By
gor
me
teach
you
French
foure
towsand
yeare
dan
.
Wini.
Well
Mounsieur
,
I'le
giue
you
pleasure
.
Moun.
But
will
you
presently
?
quickly
,
for
by
gor
me
am
a
hot
shot
.
Wini.
I
so
they
say
,
I
heard
you
were
vnder
the
Torred
zone
last
day
.
Moun.
Pish
tis
no
matter
,
me
am
like
a
Tabacco
Pipe
,
de
more
me
am
burne
,
de
cleaner
me
am
.
Wini.
Well
then
,
two
houres
hence
come
to
my
chamber
,
and
Timothy
Twedle
shall
giue
you
mee
in
a
sacke
.
Moun.
In
a
sacke
?
Ha
very
well
.
Wini.
And
you
shall
carrie
me
to
my
Maisters
house
at
Holloway
,
for
in
the
house
we
cannot
be
priuate
without
suspect
.
Till
then
,
farewell
.
Exit
Winifride
.
Moun.
By
my
trot
vnreasonablie
good
,
I
carrie
de
vench
on
my
backe
,
and
devench
carie
me
on
her
(
hee
)
fine
backe
,
fine
vench
,
fine
Mounsieur
,
fine
,
fine
,
fine
Knight
,
all
fine
,
vnreasonablie
fine
,
me
sing
vor
ioy
;
by
gor
me
sing
la
,
liro
,
liro
la
,
lilo
.
Exit
.
Enter
Brabant
Signior
,
Brabant
Iunior
,
and
Planet
.
Bra
Sig.
Gentlemen
,
as
e're
you
lou'd
wench
,
obserue
M.
Puffe
and
me
.
Bra.
Iu.
What
shall
we
obserue
you
for
?
Bra.
Sig.
Oh
for
our
complement
.
Pla.
Complement
,
whats
that
?
Bra.
Sig.
Complement
,
is
as
much
as
(
what
call
you
it
)
tis
deriued
of
the
Greeke
word
,
a
pox
ont
.
Pla.
Complement
,
is
as
much
as
what
call
you
it
,
tis
deriued
of
the
Greeke
word
,
a
pox
ont
.
Enter
Puffe
.
Bra.
Sig.
You
shall
see
M.
Puffe
and
me
tosse
it
,
Ifaith
marke
with
what
grace
I
encounter
him
.
Pla.
Hart
thy
brother's
like
the
Instrument
the
Merchants
sent
ouer
to
the
great
Turke
:
you
need
not
play
vpon
him
,
heele
make
musicke
of
himselfe
,
and
hee
bee
once
set
going
.
Bra.
Sig.
M.
Puffe
,
I
long
to
do
faire
seruice
to
your
loue
.
Puffe
.
Most
accomplisht
wit
,
exquisitly
accoutred
,
(
Puffe
)
Iudgement
,
I
could
wish
my
abilitie
worthie
your
seruice
,
and
my
seruice
worthie
your
abilitie
.
Pla.
By
the
Lord
fustian
,
now
I
vnderstand
it
:
complement
is
as
much
as
fustian
.
Bra.
Sig.
I
protest
your
abilities
are
infinite
,
your
perfections
matchlesse
,
your
matchlesse
perfection
infinite
in
abilitie
,
and
your
infinite
abilitie
,
matchlesse
in
perfection
.
Pla.
Good
againe
,
reioyce
Brabant
,
thy
brother
will
not
liue
long
,
he
talkes
Idlely
alreadie
.
Puff
.
Delicious
spirit
,
disparage
not
your
courtesie
,
stand
not
bare
to
him
that
was
borne
to
honor
you
.
Bra.
Sig.
Let
vs
presse
our
haires
then
,
with
an
vniforme
consent
.
Puff
.
The
pressure
of
my
haires
,
or
the
puncture
of
my
heart
,
standes
at
the
seruice
of
your
sollide
perfections
:
my
life
is
bound
to
your
loue
,
your
loue
being
my
life
,
tho
my
life
bee
not
worthie
your
loue
,
your
perfection
is
the
center
to
which
all
the
paralels
of
my
affection
are
drawne
:
your
loue
my
life
,
your
perfection
,
my
affection
,
being
—
Pla.
Your
Asse
,
my
Foole
.
Puff
.
Being
chainde
by
the
mightie
coplet
of
ineuitable
destenie
,
who
seeth
the
sunne
,
but
hee
must
adore
it
:
who
seeth
beautie
,
but
he
must
honour
it
:
who
vieweth
gold
,
but
he
must
couet
it
:
then
,
(
ô
then
)
who
can
behold
your
sun-like
beauteous
golden
beauties
,
but
he
must
more
then
adore
,
much
more
then
honour
,
and
most
infinitely
loue
to
be
out
,
out
,
out
.
Bra.
Iu.
Out
he
is
indeed
.
Pla.
Hee's
at
a
stand
,
like
a
restie
Iade
,
or
a
Fidler
,
whē
he
hath
crackt
his
Minikin
.
Puff
.
Outragiously
addicted
to
the
worthie
pursuite
of
such
matchlesse
worth
.
Bra.
Sig.
Sir
,
I
can
rest
but
truly
thankfull
,
for
your
more
then
good
conceit
of
my
no
lesse
then
litle
worth
.
And
now
fir
for
the
consequent
houres
of
the
day
;
how
stands
your
intencion
for
imployment
?
Puff
:
I
ha
tane
my
leaue
of
Sir
Edward
,
bid
adiew
to
loue
,
my
Mistresse
is
gone
,
my
humour
is
spent
,
my
ioyes
are
at
an
end
,
and
therefore
Gentlemen
,
I
leaue
loue
,
and
fall
to
the
(
puffe
)
Lawe
,
I
will
interre
my selfe
in
Ploydens
Coffin
,
and
take
an
eternall
Conge
of
the
world
.
And
so
sweete
gallants
farewell
.
Exit
.
Bra.
Sig.
Nay
Ile
follow
you
to
your
graue
.
Gentlemen
youle
not
accompany
the
coarse
?
Exit
.
Pla.
No
,
no
,
looke
Ned
Brabant
,
yons
a
pleasing
obiect
for
thy
eyes
.
Enter
Camelia
,
Ellis
,
and
Winifride
.
Bra.
Iu.
My
Mistresse
is
turnde
Bucephalus
,
no bodie
must
ride
her
but
Alexander
:
no bodie
kisse
her
but
Iohn
Ellis
.
Now
stand
and
list
good
Planet
.
Ca.
Come
sweetest
Loue
,
lets
giue
time
pleasing
wing
,
What
shall
we
make
some
purposes
or
sing
?
El.
I
will
sing
,
so
you
will
beare
my
burthen
.
Ca.
Come
laie
thy
head
then
in
my
virgin
lappe
,
And
with
a
soft
sleeke
hand
Il'e
clappe
thy
cheeke
,
And
wring
thy
fingers
with
an
ardent
gripe
:
Ile
breathe
amours
,
and
euen
intraunce
thy
spirit
,
And
sweetly
in
the
shade
lie
dallying
.
The
Song
.
Now
dally
sport
and
play
,
This
merry
month
of
May
,
This
is
the
merry
,
mery
month
,
Sweet
time
for
dallying
:
The
Birds
sit
chirping
,
chirping
,
The
Doues
sit
billing
,
billing
,
Phillip
is
treading
,
is
treading
,
is
treading
,
is
treading
,
is
treading
,
All
are
to
pleasures
willing
.
You
that
are
faire
and
wittie
,
Obserue
this
easie
Dittie
,
And
leaue
not
Natures
Natures
blisse
;
Do
not
refuse
to
kisse
.
The
Birds
sit
chirping
,
chirping
,
The
Doues
sit
billing
,
billing
,
Phillip
is
treading
,
is
treading
,
&c.
Bra.
Iu.
Death
I
can
holder
:
Life
of
loue
Amazing
bewtie
,
let
not
me
seeme
rude
,
Tho
thus
I
seeme
to
square
with
modestie
.
El.
Pray
you
let
me
go
,
for
heele
begin
to
square
,
And
euen
as
some
doo
weare
Muffes
for
warmth
,
some
for
wantonnesse
,
some
for
pride
,
some
for
neither
,
but
to
hide
gowtie
fingers
,
so
will
I
get
your
Fathers
consent
,
and
marry
you
.
Fare
you
well
.
Exit
.
Came.
Sir
it
were
good
you
got
a
benefice
,
Some
Evenuch'd
Vicaridge
,
or
some
Fellowship
,
To
prop
vp
your
weake
yonger
brothership
.
Match
with
your
equalls
,
dare
not
to
aspier
My
seate
of
loue
,
I
wis
Sir
,
I
looke
higher
.
Bra.
Iu.
Astonishment
of
Nature
,
be
not
proud
Of
Fortunes
bounties
:
Brabant
is
a
man
,
Tho
not
so
clogd
with
durt
as
others
are
:
I
do
confesse
my
yonger
brothership
;
Yet
therein
laie
no
such
disparagement
As
your
high
scorne
imputes
vnto
my
worth
.
Coach
Iades
and
Dogges
,
are
coupled
still
together
,
Only
for
outward
likenes
,
growth
and
strength
,
But
the
bright
models
of
eternitie
,
Are
ioind
together
for
affection
,
Which
in
the
soule
is
form'de
.
Oh
let
this
moue
,
Loue
should
make
mariage
,
and
not
mariage
Loue
.
Pla.
Wooe
her
no
more
Brabant
,
thou'lt
make
her
proud
,
You
Duch
Ancient
why
should
you
looke
higher
?
His
births
as
good
as
yours
,
and
so's
his
face
:
Put
off
your
Iengle
,
Iangles
,
and
be
not
as
faire
,
He
shall
renounce
it
,
fore
this
Audience
,
Put
off
your
cloathes
,
and
you
are
like
a
Banbery
cheese
,
Nothing
but
paring
:
why
should
you
be
proud
,
And
looke
on
none
but
Weathercocks
forsooth
?
O
you
shall
haue
a
thousand
pound
a
yeare
!
Bar
Ladie
thats
a
bumming
sound
.
But
harke
,
Wilt
therefore
be
a
slaue
,
vnto
a
slaue
,
One
thats
a
bound
Rogue
vnto
Ignorance
?
Well
thou'lt
serue
to
make
him
gellide
broaths
,
And
scratch
his
head
,
and
may
be
now
and
then
Heele
slauer
thee
a
kisse
.
Plague
on
such
mariages
.
Came.
Rude
vnciuile
Clowne
.
Pla.
Tut
raile
not
at
me
,
turn
your
eie
vpō
the
leprosie
of
your
own
iudgement
,
loath
it
,
hate
it
,
scorn
it
,
and
loue
this
yong
Gentleman
,
who
is
a
Foole
in
nothing
but
in
louing
thee
:
madde
in
nothing
but
affecting
thee
:
and
curst
in
eternitie
if
he
marry
thee
.
Ca.
Sir
you
ha
spoke
exceeding
pleasingly
,
For
which
I
loue
you
,
as
I
loue
a
dull
dead
eye
.
Brabant
I
do
coniure
thee
Court
not
mee
,
Do
not
presume
to
loue
or
fancie
mee
.
Bra.
Iu.
How
not
presume
to
loue
or
fancie
you
?
Hart
,
I
will
loue
you
,
by
this
light
I
will
Whether
you
will
or
no
,
I'le
loue
you
still
.
Spight
of
your
teeth
I
will
your
loue
pursue
,
I
will
by
heauen
,
and
so
sweet
soule
adieu
.
Exit
Bra.
Iunior
.
Ca.
Farewell
,
and
neuer
view
my
face
againe
.
Exit
Camelia
.
Pla.
Harke
you
faire
Winifride
,
sweet
gentle
maide
,
I
haue
but
fained
with
you
all
this
while
,
I
doate
vpon
the
sweet
Camelia
,
And
if
your
fauour
will
but
second
me
,
I
vowe
when
I
shall
wed
Camelia
,
To
indowe
you
with
a
hundred
pound
a
yeare
,
And
what
I
haue
shall
stand
at
your
commaund
.
Win.
Sir
I
wil
vndertake
to
forward
your
faire
loue
,
So
you'le
remember
what
you
here
do
vowe
.
Pla.
If
I
forget
it
,
heauen
forget
mee
:
Do
you
but
praise
me
,
let
not
her
once
know
I
loue
,
or
do
affect
her
for
the
world
.
Wini.
Well
feare
no
rubbes
,
farwell
faire
bounteous
Sir
.
Exit
Winifride
.
Pla.
It
workes
,
it
workes
,
magnificent
delight
,
Laughter
,
triumph
,
for
ere
the
Sunne
go
downe
,
Thy
forehead
shall
be
wreath'd
,
with
pleasures
crowne
.
Exit
Planet
.
Enter
Pasquil
at
one
doore
,
and
his
Page
at
the
other
.
Pas.
Now
my
kinde
Page
,
canst
thou
nor
heare
,
nor
see
,
Which
way
my
Katherine
hath
bent
her
steppes
?
Page
.
Sir
I
can
.
Pas.
What
canst
thou
my
sweet
Page
?
What
canst
thou
Boy
?
Oh
how
my
soule
doth
burne
in
longing
hope
,
And
hangs
vpon
thy
lippes
for
pleasing
newes
.
Page
.
Sir
I
can
tell
ye
.
Pas.
What
?
ô
how
my
hart
doth
quake
&
throb
with
feare
.
Page
.
Sir
I
can
tell
you
nothing
of
her
in
good
faith
.
Pas.
Oh
thou
hast
tortur'de
me
with
lingring
hope
,
Go
haste
away
,
flie
from
the
pestilence
Of
my
contagious
griefe
,
it
will
infect
thee
boy
,
Murder
thy
youth
,
and
poison
thy
lifes
ioy
.
Run
search
out
Katherine
,
in
her
eies
dwell
Heauens
of
ioy
;
but
in
Pasquil
hell
.
Oh
thou
omnipotent
,
infinitie
,
Crack
not
the
sinewes
of
my
patience
With
racking
torment
:
Insist
not
thus
to
scourge
My
tender
youth
with
sharpe
affliction
,
If
I
do
loue
that
glorie
of
thy
hand
,
That
rich
Idea
of
perfection
,
With
any
lustfull
or
prophane
intent
,
Crost
be
my
loue
,
murdred
be
all
my
hopes
:
But
if
with
chaste
and
vertuous
arme
I
clip
The
rarest
modell
of
thy
workemanship
,
Be
then
propitious
:
ô
eternall
light
,
And
blesse
my
fortunes
,
maugre
hellish
spight
.
Enter
Katherine
in
a
petticoate
.
Ka.
Black
sorrow
,
nurse
of
plaints
,
of
teares
,
&
grones
,
Evaporate
my
spirit
with
a
sigh
,
That
it
may
hurrey
after
his
sweete
breath
,
Who
made
thee
doate
on
life
,
now
hunt
for
death
.
Pas.
What
soule
is
that
,
that
with
her
teare-full
eies
Seemes
to
lament
with
me
in
miseries
?
Ka.
Here
seemes
to
be
the
pressure
of
his
truncke
,
Deare
earth
confirme
my
doubt
,
was
this
the
place
Which
the
faire
bodie
of
my
Pasquil
prest
,
When
he
laie
murdred
?
See
the
drooping
grasse
Hangs
downe
his
mourning
head
,
and
seemes
to
say
This
was
the
fatall
place
,
where
Pasquil
lay
.
Oh
thou
sweet
print
,
stampt
by
the
fairest
limbes
,
The
richest
Coffin
of
the
purest
soule
That
euer
prest
the
bosome
of
the
earth
,
First
drinke
my
teares
,
and
next
sucke
vp
my
blood
.
Now
thou
immortall
spirit
of
my
Loue
,
Thou
pretious
soule
of
Pasquil
view
this
knife
Which
once
thou
gauest
me
,
and
prepare
thy
arme
To
clip
the
spirit
of
thy
constant
Loue
.
Deare
Ned
I
come
,
by
death
I
will
be
thine
,
Since
life
denies
it
to
poore
Katherine
.
She
offers
to
stabbe
her selfe
.
Pas.
Hold
,
hold
,
thou
miracle
of
constancie
,
First
let
heauen
perish
,
and
the
crazde
world
runne
Into
first
Chaos
of
confusion
,
Before
such
cruell
violence
be
done
To
her
faire
breast
,
whose
fame
by
vertue
wonne
,
Shall
honour
women
whilste
there
shines
a
sunne
.
Kathe.
Thrice
sacred
spirit
,
why
dost
thou
forsake
Elizeum
pleasures
,
to
withhold
the
arme
Of
wretched
Katherine
?
Oh
let
me
die
,
Retire
sweete
Ghoast
,
do
not
pollute
thy
hand
With
touch
of
mortalls
.
Pas.
Amazement
of
thy
Sex
,
Pasquill
doth
liue
,
And
liues
to
loue
thee
in
eternitie
.
Be
not
agast
,
recouer
spirit
,
(
Sweete
)
Tis
Pasquill
speakes
,
tis
Pasquill
clips
thy
waste
,
Tis
Pasquill
prints
a
kisse
on
thy
faire
hand
.
Ka.
What
do
I
dreame
?
or
haue
I
drawne
the
sluce
Of
life
vp
?
and
through
streames
of
bloud
Vnfelt
,
haue
set
my
prisoned
soule
at
large
?
Am
I
in
heauen
?
or
in
Pasquills
Armes
?
I
am
in
heauen
,
for
my
Neds
embrace
Is
Katherines
long
wish'd
celestiall
place
.
Pas.
Diuinitie
of
sweetnesse
,
I
protest
,
If
these
inferiour
Orbs
were
rowled
vp
,
And
the
imperiall
heauen
bar'd
to
my
view
,
Twere
not
so
gracious
,
nor
so
much
desir'd
,
As
my
deare
Katherine
is
to
Pasquills
sight
.
Ka.
Heauen
of
Content
,
Paphos
of
my
delight
.
Pas.
Mirrour
of
Constancie
,
life-bloud
of
loue
.
Ka.
Center
to
whom
all
my
affections
moue
.
Pas.
Renown
of
Virgins
,
whose
fame
shal
ne're
fleet
.
Ka.
Oh
I
am
maz'd
with
ioy
,
I
pree
thee
sweete
,
Vnfold
to
me
,
what
sad
mischaunce
it
was
,
Forc'd
thy
deaths
rumour
,
and
such
woes
disperc'd
?
Sad
sorrow
past
,
delights
to
be
rehearsed
.
Pas.
It
will
be
tedious
,
but
in
breefe
thinke
thus
,
Old
Mamons
malice
was
the
venombd
foame
,
That
poisoned
all
the
sweets
of
our
content
.
Kathe.
Alas
deare
heart
,
that
loue
should
be
so
crost
.
Now
good
Ned
fetch
my
gowne
,
tis
at
yon
house
,
I
would
be
loth
to
turne
to
Hygate
thus
.
Pas.
I
am
oblig'de
with
infinit
respect
,
to
do
you
seruice
.
Oh
power
diuine
,
was
euer
such
a
loue
as
Katherine
?
Ent.
Ma.
Looke
Mamon
,
search
Mamon
,
this
way
shee
went
,
Put
on
thy
spectacles
,
this
way
she
went
:
Blest
,
blest
,
blest
,
be
thy
natiuitie
,
Yonder
she
sits
,
Ile
either
haue
her
now
,
Or
none
shall
e're
enioy
her
with
content
.
Ka.
How
loues
impatient
,
when
will
Ned
returne
?
Ma.
Tut
,
tis
no
matter
when
,
looke
where
thy
Mamō
is
.
Ka.
Good
diuel
,
for
Gods
sake
do
not
vexe
my
sight
:
Didst
not
thou
plot
the
death
of
my
deare
Loue
?
Ma.
Yes
,
yes
,
and
wold
complot
ten
thousand
deaths
,
Euen
damne
my
soule
,
for
beauteous
Katherine
.
My
ship
shall
kemb
the
Oceans
curled
backe
To
furnish
thee
with
braue
Abiliaments
,
Rucks
of
rich
Pearle
,
and
sparkling
Diamonds
Shall
fringe
thy
garments
with
Imbroadry
:
Thy
head
shall
blaze
as
bright
with
Orient
stone
,
As
did
the
world
being
burnt
by
Phaeton
.
Ka.
You
make
me
death
,
for
pitties
sake
forbeare
:
Oh
when
will
Pasquil
come
?
Good
Sir
depart
.
When
wilt
returne
?
I
pray
you
Sir
goe
hence
,
And
troth
,
I
will
not
hate
you
:
nay
I'le
speake
Against
my
heart
,
and
say
I
loath
you
not
.
You
vexe
my
patience
,
gentle
sir
forbeare
,
I
begge
it
on
my
knee
,
and
with
a
teare
.
Mam.
Tut
will
you
loue
me
,
and
detest
yon
boy
?
Ka.
Heauen
detest
me
first
,
and
loathe
my
soule
.
Mam.
Is
it
your
finall
resolution
?
Ka.
God
knowes
it
is
.
So
good
Sir
rest
content
.
Mam.
I
,
I
will
rest
,
and
thou
shalt
rest
thus
blur'd
,
Thus
poysond
;
venomde
with
this
oyle
of
Toades
:
If
Mamon
cannot
get
thee
,
none
shall
ioy
Which
he
could
not
enioy
.
I
feare
no
lawe
,
Gold
in
the
firmest
conscience
makes
a
flawe
.
Rot
like
to
Helen
:
Spittle
hence
,
adiew
,
Let
Pasquil
boast
in
your
next
interview
.
Ka.
Be
pittifull
and
kill
me
gentle
Sir
.
Heauen
my
heart
is
crackt
with
miserie
:
Where
shall
I
hide
me
?
which
way
shall
I
cleanse
The
eating
poyson
of
this
venomde
oyle
?
Poore
wretch
(
alas
)
see
where
thy
Pasquil
comes
.
Pas.
Here
Loue
put
on
your
gown
.
How
now
?
good
God
,
Heauē
giue
me
patiēce
:
who
hath
vs'd
thee
thus
?
Ka.
The
diuel
in
the
shape
of
Mamon
.
Sweet
Touch
me
not
.
Pasquil
I
coniure
thee
now
By
all
the
power
of
affection
,
By
that
strickt
bond
of
loue
that
lincks
our
hearts
,
Leaue
and
abandon
me
eternally
.
I
merit
now
no
loue
,
yet
prethee
sweet
,
Vouchsafe
to
giue
me
leaue
to
loue
thee
still
.
But
I
do
binde
thee
by
thy
sacred
vowe
Of
our
once
happie
,
and
thrice
blessed
loue
,
Follow
not
Katherine
:
good
Ned
,
doo
not
greeue
,
In
time
iust
heauen
may
our
woes
releeue
.
Exit
Katherine
.
Pas.
fureus
.
O
dira
fata
,
saeua
,
miseranda
,
horida
Quis
hic
Locus
?
quae
Regio
?
quae
Mundi
plaga
?
Vbi
sum
?
Katherina
,
Katherina
,
Eheu
Katherina
.
Enter
Mamon
.
Mam.
My
Spectacles
will
betraie
mee
,
looke
Mamon
,
search
Mamon
,
here abouts
they
fell
.
Pas.
Welcome
Erra
Pater
,
you
that
make
Prognostications
for
euer
.
Where's
you
Almanacke
?
Pulles
his
Indentures
out
of
Mamons
bosome
.
Ma.
Lorde
blesse
my
Obligations
,
Lorde
blesse
my
bonds
,
Lord
blesse
my
Obligations
.
Alas
,
alas
,
alas
.
Pas.
Let
me
see
sir
now
,
when
will
true
valour
be
at
the
full
?
Oh
theres
an
opposition
tis
eclipsed
,
Venus
,
I
Venus
is
mounted
.
Wheres
the
Goat
now
?
Kembd
,
fine
kemd
.
Oh
heere
are
Dog
daies
,
out
vpont
Dog
dayes
,
Dog
dayes
,
Dog
dayes
,
out
vpont
.
He
teares
the
Papers
.
Mam.
Alas
my
Obligations
,
my
Bonds
,
my
Obligations
,
my
Bonds
.
Alas
,
alas
,
alas
.
Pas.
Katherina
,
Katherina
,
Ehew
Katherina
.
Exit
Pasquil
.
Mam.
Obligations
,
Obligations
:
Alas
my
Obligations
,
I
am
vndone
,
vndone
,
vndone
.
Enter
Flawne.
Flawne.
Sir
,
Sir
,
Sir
.
Mam.
What
sir
you
for
,
you
Dog
,
you
Hounde
,
you
Crust
,
whats
best
newes
with
you
now
?
Out-alas
my
Obligations
,
my
Bonds
,
I
am
vndon
,
vndon
.
Flawne.
Sir
,
the
best
newes
is
,
your
ship
(
the
Hopewell
)
hath
hapt
ill
,
returning
from
Barbary
.
Tis
but
sunk
,
or
so
,
not
a
scrap
of
goods
sau'de
.
Mam.
Villaines
,
Rogues
,
Iewes
,
Turkes
,
Infidels
,
my
nose
will
rot
off
with
griefe
.
O
the
Gowt
,
the
Gowt
,
the
Gowt
,
I
shall
run
mad
,
run
mad
,
run
mad
.
Flawne.
Amen
,
amen
,
amen
.
But
theres
other
newes
to
comfort
you
withall
sir
.
Mam.
Lets
heare
them
good
Flawne
.
My
shippe
,
my
bonds
,
my
bondes
,
my
ship
,
I
shall
run
mad
vnlesse
thy
good
newes
reclaime
mee
.
Lets
heare
thy
newes
.
Flawne.
Your
house
with
all
the
furniture
is
burnt
,
not
a
ragge
left
,
the
people
stand
warming
their
handes
at
the
fire
,
and
laugh
at
your
miserie
.
Mam.
I
defie
heauen
,
earth
and
hell
,
renounce
my
nose
,
plague
,
pestilence
,
confusion
,
famine
,
sworde
and
fire
,
deuoure
all
,
deuoure
me
,
deuoure
Flawne
,
deuoure
all
:
bondes
,
house
,
and
ship
,
ship
,
house
,
and
bondes
,
Dispaire
,
Damnation
,
Hell
,
I
come
,
I
come
,
so
roome
for
Mamon
,
roome
for
Vsury
,
roome
for
thirtie
in
the
hundred
.
I
come
,
I
come
,
I
come
.
Exit
Mamon
.
Flawne.
Why
me thinkes
this
is
right
now
,
Ile
euen
laie
him
vp
in
Bedlame
,
commit
him
to
the
mercie
of
the
whip
,
the
entertainment
of
bread
and
water
,
and
the
the
sting
of
a
Vsurers
Conscience
for
euer
.
Exit
Flawne.
ACTVS
QVARTVS
.
Enter
Drum
and
Winifride
.
Drum.
Truly
Mistresse
Winifride
,
as
I
would
be
willing
to
be
thankfull
,
and
thankfull
to
finde
you
willing
to
prostrate
your
faire
partes
to
my
pleasure
,
so
I
hope
you
will
remember
your
promise
,
and
promise
what
you
now
remember
,
if
you
haue
forgot
,
I
would
be
glad
to
put
you
in
minde
of
it
.
Wini.
Truly
friend
Iohn
,
as
I
would
be
loth
to
breake
my
promise
,
so
I
would
be
vnwilling
to
keepe
my
word
to
the
dishonesting
of
my
virginitie
.
Marry
for
a
nights
lodging
or
so
,
I
wil
not
be
strait
lac'd
to
my
friend
.
Therfore
thus
it
must
be
.
To night
I
must
lie
at
the
Farme
at
Holloway
,
thither
shall
you
be
conueyed
in
this
Sacke
,
&
laid
in
my
chamber
,
from
whence
you
shall
haue
free
accesse
to
the
pleasures
of
my
priuate
bed
.
Drum.
Well
then
bee
constant
Winifride
,
and
you
shall
finde
me
faithfull
Iacke
Drum
:
and
so
taking
leaue
of
your
lippes
,
I
betake
me
to
the
tuition
of
the
Sacke
.
Enter
Twedle
.
Exit
Drum
.
Twe.
Winifride
my
Mistresse
Camelia
staies
for
you
to
attend
her
to
the
Greene
,
I
must
go
and
clap
my
Tabers
cheekes
there
,
for
the
heauens
Ifaith
.
Wini.
Stay
a
little
heere
,
and
if
Iohn
fo
de
king
come
,
giue
him
that
Sack
.
Oh
I
could
crack
my
Whalebones
,
breake
my
Buske
,
to
think
what
laughter
may
arise
from
this
.
Exit
Winifride
.
Enter
Mounsieur
.
Moun.
By
my
trot
,
dis
loue
is
a
most
cleanly
Ientleman
,
he
is
very
full
of
shifte
,
de
fine
Vench
,
can
inuent
ten
towsand
,
towsand
trick
to
kisse
a
gentleman
(
hee
)
see
by
gor
she
ha
keepe
her
word
,
she
is
in
de
seck
alreadie
,
hee
,
braue
by
gor
,
my
blood
das
sparkle
in
my
veine
for
ioy
.
Metre
Timotty
you
must
giue
me
dat
seck
dere
.
Timo.
Owy
da
Mounsieur
,
that
is
well
pronounced
is
it
not
?
Moun.
Ritt
,
ritt
,
ritt
,
excellan
:
excellan
:
adew
Timothy
,
me
am
almost
burst
for
ioy
.
Exit
Mounsieur
.
Twe.
Well
,
I
know
what
the
Wenches
on
the
green
are
saying
now
,
as
well
as
if
I
were
in
their
bellies
,
when
will
Timothy
come
,
when
wil
honest
Timothy
approach
,
when
will
good
Timothy
drawe
neare
?
Well
Wenches
now
reioyce
,
for
Timothy
Twedle
doth
come
.
Exit
Twedle
.
Enter
Pla.
Bra.
Sig.
and
Bra.
Iunior
.
Bra.
Iu.
Brother
how
like
you
of
our
moderne
witts
?
How
like
you
the
new
Poet
Mellidus
?
Bra.
Sig.
A
slight
bubling
spirit
,
a
Corke
,
a
Huske
.
Pla.
How
like
you
Musus
fashion
in
his
carriage
?
Bra.
Sig.
O
filthily
,
he
is
as
blunt
as
Pawles
.
Bra.
Iu.
What
thinke
you
of
the
Lines
of
Decius
?
Writes
he
not
a
good
cordiall
sappie
stile
?
Bra.
Sig.
A
surreinde
Iaded
wit
,
but
a
rubbes
on
.
Pla.
Brabant
thou
art
like
a
paire
of
Ballance
,
Thou
wayest
all
sauing
thy selfe
.
Br.
Sig.
Good
faith
,
troth
is
,
they
are
all
Apes
&
gulls
,
Vile
imitating
spirits
,
dry
heathy
Turffes
.
Bra.
Iu.
Nay
brother
,
now
I
thinke
your
iudgement
erres
.
Pla.
Erre
,
he
cannot
erre
man
,
for
children
&
fooles
speake
truthe
alwaies
.
Enter
Mounsieur
with
a
Sacke
,
and
Iack
Drum
in
it
.
Bra.
Sig.
See
who
comes
yonder
sweating
with
a
pack
.
Pla.
Mounsieur
,
what
do
you
beare
there
ha
?
Moun.
Pree
you
away
,
you
breake
my
glasses
der
,
Ieshu
,
now
mee
know
not
what
to
doe
,
Zot
dat
I
was
to
come
dis
way
widd
dem
.
Pla.
Glasses
you
salt
rheume
,
come
what
ha
you
there
?
Moun.
Trike
no
more
for
Ieshu
sake
,
by
gor
mee
haue
brittle
vare
,
if
you
knock
it
,
it
will
break
presant
,
pre
you
adieu
.
Br.
Iu.
We
must
know
whats
in
the
bag
Ifaith
.
Moun.
By
my
trot
,
mee
tell
you
true
,
will
you
no
trike
me
?
Bra.
Iu.
No
faith
,
but
see
you
tell
vs
true
,
or
else
.
Moun.
Or
els
,
or
els
by
gor
,
do
wat
you
please
wid
me
:
Sweet
Vinifride
,
my
verie
art
dus
vurst
,
he
by
gor
,
me
did
not
dink
to
vrong
yow
dus
:
come
out
sweet
Vinifrid
,
me
much
discredit
yow
.
He
Iack
Drum
.
Iesu
vat
made
you
dere
?
Drum.
Gentlemen
my
M.
desires
you
to
come
supp
with
him
,
I
was
sent
to
inuite
you
,
and
this
itching
goat
,
would
needs
ease
my
legges
&
carry
me
:
I
hope
you'le
come
,
and
so
I
take
my
leaue
.
I
,
I
am
guld
,
but
if
I
quit
her
not
,
well
.
Exit
Drum
.
Bra.
Sig.
Come
,
there's
some
knot
of
knauery
in
this
tricke
.
Pla.
His
culler
is
not
currant
,
wel
,
let
passe
.
Bra.
Sig.
Come
Mounsieur
,
come
,
Ile
helpe
you
to
a
Go
downe
the
hill
before
,
Ile
follow
you
.
Wench
,
Moun.
Me
dank
you
:
Mor
deu
,
he
mon
a
mee
,
me
ame
trooke
dead
wit
greife
,
de
cock
of
my
humore
is
downe
,
and
me
may
hang
my selfe
vor
a
Vench
.
Exit
Moun.
Bra.
Sig.
Gentlemen
will
you
laugh
hartily
now
?
Pla.
I
,
and
if
thou
wilt
play
the
foole
kindly
now
.
Bra.
Sig.
I
wil
strait
frame
the
strongest
eternall
Iest
That
e're
was
builded
by
Inuention
:
My
wife
lies
verie
priuate
in
the
Towne
,
I'le
bring
the
French
man
to
her
presently
,
As
to
a
loose
lasciuious
Curtezan
:
Nor
he
,
nor
you
,
nor
she
,
shall
know
the
rest
,
But
it
shall
be
immortall
for
a
Iest
.
Exit
Bra.
Sig.
Bra.
Iu.
Farwel
brother
,
we
shal
meet
at
Hygate
soone
.
Pla.
The
wicked
Iest
be
turnde
on
his
owne
head
,
Pray
God
he
may
be
kindly
Cuckoled
.
Exeunt
both
.
Enter
Camelia
and
Winifride
.
Came.
Carry
this
fauour
to
my
Ellis
straight
,
I
long
to
see
him
,
preethe
bid
him
come
.
Wini.
I
would
be
loth
to
nourish
your
defame
,
And
therefore
Mistresse
pray
you
pardon
me
.
Came.
What
is
thy
iudgement
of
my
Ellis
chandge
?
Wini.
No
that
is
firme
:
but
your
estate
is
changde
.
You
know
your
sister's
straungely
vanished
,
And
now
the
hope
and
revenue
of
all
,
Calls
you
his
sole
,
and
faire
apparant
heire
:
Now
therefore
would
I
haue
you
chaunge
your
loue
.
Indeed
I
yeeld
tis
moderne
policie
,
To
kisse
euen
durt
that
plaisters
vp
our
wants
.
I'le
not
denie
,
tis
worthy
wits
applause
,
For
women
on
whom
lowring
Fortune
squints
,
And
casts
but
halfe
an
eye
of
due
respect
,
To
pinne
some
amorous
Idiot
to
their
eyes
,
And
vse
him
as
they
vse
their
Looking-glasse
,
See
how
to
adorne
their
beauties
by
his
wealth
,
And
then
case
vp
the
foole
and
lay
him
by
.
But
for
such
Ladies
as
your selfe
is
now
,
Whose
fortunes
are
sustaind
by
all
the
proppes
That
gracious
Fortune
can
aduance
you
with
,
For
such
a
one
to
yoake
her
free
sweet
youth
Vnto
a
Lowne
,
a
Dane-like
barbarous
Sot
,
A
guilden
Trunchion
,
fie
,
tis
slauish
vile
.
Oh
what
is
richer
then
content
in
loue
?
And
will
you
now
hauing
so
huge
a
Ruck
Of
heap'd
vp
fortunes
,
goe
and
chaine
your selfe
To
a
dull
post
,
whose
verie
eies
will
blaze
His
base
bred
spirit
,
where
so
e're
he
comes
,
And
shame
you
with
the
verie
name
of
wife
.
No
Mistris
,
no
,
I
haue
found
out
a
man
That
merits
you
,
if
man
can
merit
you
.
Came.
Lord
what
a
tide
of
hate
comes
creeping
on
Vpon
my
former
iudgement
?
Come
,
the
man
?
Wini.
The
man
?
(
oh
God
)
the
man
is
such
a
man
,
That
he
is
matchlesse
:
oh
,
I
shall
prophane
His
name
,
with
vnrespected
vtterance
.
Ca.
Oh
thou
tormentst
me
,
deare
Winifride
the
man
?
Wi.
By
the
sweet
pleasures
of
an
amorous
bed
,
I
thinke
you
will
be
deified
by
him
.
O
God
the
most
accomplish'd
man
that
breathes
,
And
Planet
is
the
man
.
Came.
Out
on
the
diuell
,
theres
a
man
indeed
.
Wini.
Nay
looke
you
now
,
you'le
straight
oreshoot
yourselfe
,
You'le
say
hee's
sowre
and
vnsociable
:
Tush
you
know
him
not
,
that
humor's
forc'd
:
But
in
his
natiue
spirit
hee's
as
kinde
As
is
the
life
of
loue
.
And
then
the
clearest
skinne
,
The
whitest
hand
,
the
cleanest
wel
shap'd
legge
:
The
quickest
eye
:
Fie
,
fie
,
I
shall
but
blurre
And
sulley
his
bright
worth
with
my
rude
speech
.
Came.
Well
,
if
he
court
me
,
Ile
not
be
much
coy
.
Wi.
Court
you
?
nay
you
must
court
him
for
ought
I
know
:
You
must
not
think
forsoothe
,
that
I
am
feed
To
vrge
you
thus
.
I
solemnly
protest
,
I
motion
this
out
of
my
pure
vowed
loue
,
Which
wisheth
all
aduancement
and
content
To
attend
the
glory
of
your
beautious
youth
.
Ca.
O
I
am
Planet
stricken
Winifride
,
How
shall
I
intimate
my
loue
to
him
?
Wi.
I
sawe
him
comming
vp
the
hill
euen
now
,
Send
him
a
fauour
,
and
Ile
beare
it
to
him
,
And
tell
him
you
desire
to
speake
with
him
.
Exit
Winifride
.
Ca.
Do
,
do
,
deare
Winifride
,
sweet
wench
make
haste
.
Enter
Sir
Edward
Fortune
,
and
Iohn
Ellis
,
with
a
Paper
in
his
hand
.
Ellis
.
Sir
,
I
haue
her
good
will
,
and
please
you
now
to
giue
me
your
consent
,
and
looke
you
Sir
,
here
I
haue
Item'd
forth
what
I
am
worth
.
Sir
Ed.
Tush
shewe
me
no
Items
,
and
shee
loue
you
,
a
Gods
name
:
Ile
not
bee
curst
by
my
daughter
for
forcing
her
to
clip
a
loath'd
,
abhorred
match
:
and
see
how
fortunate
we
are
;
Looke
where
shee
stands
.
Came.
Sweet
Planet
,
thou
onely
gouernst
mee
.
Sir
Ed.
Daughter
giue
mee
your
hand
,
with
your
consent
,
I
giue
you
to
this
Gentleman
.
Ca.
Marry
phoh
,
wil
you
match
me
to
a
foole
?
Sir
Ed.
God
pardon
me
,
not
I
:
why
M.
Ellis
ha
?
Had
you
her
consent
,
speake
freely
man
?
El.
Indeed
law
now
;
I
thought
so
:
by
my
troth
You
sed
you
lou'de
me
,
that
you
did
indeed
.
Ca.
I
as
my
foole
,
my
Idiot
to
make
sport
.
Sir
Ed.
Fie
daughter
,
you
are
too
plaine
with
him
.
Alas
my
sonne
Similie
is
out
of
countenance
.
El.
Truly
as
a
Mill-horse
,
is
not
a
horse
Mill
,
and
as
a
Cart
Iade
,
is
not
a
Iade
Cart
,
euen
so
will
I
go
hang
my selfe
.
Sir
Ed.
Mary
god
forbid
,
what
frolick
,
frolick
man
,
weele
haue
a
Cup
of
Sack
and
Sugar
soone
,
shall
quite
expell
these
mustie
humours
of
stale
melancholy
.
Enter
Pasquil
and
a
Countrey
Wench
,
with
a
Basket
of
Egges
.
Pas.
Is
this
the
Egge
where
Castor
and
Pollux
bred
?
Ile
crack
the
Bastard
in
the
verie
shell
.
Coun.
Mayd
.
Alas
my
markets
,
my
markets
are
cleane
spoilde
.
Exit
Wench
.
Pas.
Vbi
Hellena
,
vbi
Troia
,
ist
not
true
my
Ganimede
,
When
shall
old
Saturne
mount
his
Throane
againe
?
See
,
see
,
alas
how
bleake
Religion
stands
.
Katherina
,
Katherina
,
you
damned
Titanoies
,
Why
prick
you
heauens
ribbes
with
blasphemie
?
Python
yet
breathes
,
old
gray
hayr'd
pietie
.
Sir
Ed.
Alas
kind
youth
,
how
came
he
thus
distraught
?
Page
.
I
left
him
in
pursuite
of
Katherine
,
And
found
him
in
this
straunge
distemperature
.
Pas.
O
Sir
,
ist
you
that
stampe
on
litrature
?
You
are
inspired
you
with
Prophesie
.
El.
Not
I
,
as
I
shall
be
sau'd
,
I
am
M.
Iohn
Ellis
I
.
Sir
Ed.
Come
,
come
,
lets
intice
him
by
some
good
meanes
,
Ile
labour
to
reclaime
him
to
his
witts
.
O
now
my
daughter
Katherine
remembers
me
,
Where
art
thou
girle
?
heauen
giue
me
patience
.
Pas.
Poore
,
poore
Astrea
,
who
blurs
thy
orient
shine
?
Come
yons
the
Capitoll
of
Iupiter
,
Letts
whip
the
Senate
,
els
they
will
not
leaue
To
haue
their
Iustice
blasted
with
abuse
Of
flattering
Sycophants
.
Come
lets
mount
the
Starres
,
Reuerend
antiquitie
go
you
in
first
—
Dotage
will
follow
.
Then
comes
pale
fac'de
Lust
—
Next
Sodome
,
then
Gomorha
,
next
poore
I
,
By
heauen
my
heart
is
burst
with
miserie
.
Exit
Pas.
Enter
Brabant
Signior
,
Mounsieur
and
the
Page
.
Moun.
I
ha
tell
yow
de
very
trote
of
the
lagg
Iest
,
by
gor
your
England
Damosells
are
so
feere
,
so
vittie
,
so
kitt
,
by
my
trote
shee
tosse
me
wish
vey
shee
please
der
:
but
pre
yow
were
is
de
Vench
?
Is
dis
de
house
?
Ha
is
dis
de
house
,
pre
yow
tell
me
ha
?
Bra.
Sig.
It
is
,
it
is
,
and
shee
is
in
the
Inner
Chamber
:
Boy
call
her
foorth
.
Exit
Page
.
Moun.
Sings
.
By
gor
den
me
must
needs
now
sing
,
Ding
,
ding
,
a
ding
,
Ding
a
,
ding
a
,
ding
,
For
me
am
now
at
pleasures
spring
.
Ding
a
,
ding
,
ding
,
ding
a
,
ding
a
,
ding
a
,
ding
,
And
a
hee
da
vench
,
da
vench
,
da
vench
,
Which
must
my
bruling
humor
quench
.
Coma
,
coma
,
com
.
Enter
Mistresse
Brabant
.
Mist.
Bra.
Now
sweet
,
you
kept
your
promise
wel
last
night
.
Moun.
By
gorshe
giue
him
much
kind
word
already
.
Bra.
Sig.
Well
to
make
thee
amends
,
boy
fetch
vs
a
quart
of
Canary
Sack
.
Pry
thee
Mall
entertain
this
French
Gentleman
.
Mist.
Bra.
Sir
you
are
verie
welcome
to
my
Lodging
.
Moun.
Me
danck
you
,
and
first
mee
kisse
your
fingre
,
next
mee
busse
your
lip
,
and
last
mee
clip
your
vaste
,
and
now
foutra
for
de
Vinifride
.
Page
.
Sir
Edwards
Caterer
passed
by
sir
,
you
wild
me
to
remember
Lemmons
.
Bra.
Sig.
Gods
pretious
tis
true
:
Boy
goe
with
me
to
Billings-gate
.
Mall
I'le
returne
straight
.
Exit
Bra.
Sig.
and
his
Page
.
Moun.
Will
yow
no
Vin
sir
,
hee
,
he
is
gone
purposely
,
by
my
trote
most
kind
Gentleman
.
Faire
Madame
pree
yow
pittie
mee
,
by
Gor
mee
languish
for
your
loue
,
me
am
a
pouera
French
Ientleman
,
pree
you
shew
me
your
bed-Chambre
.
Mist.
Bra.
What
mean
you
sir
,
by
this
strange
passion
?
Moun.
Nay
noting
,
by
Gor
damosell
,
you
be
so
faer
,
so
admirably
feer
,
flesh
and
bloud
cannot
endure
your
countenance
,
mee
brule
,
ang
mee
brule
,
ang
yow
ha
no
compassion
,
by
gor
me
ang
quite
languish
.
Last
night
me
goe
to
bedd
,
ang
me
put
de
candle
behinde
me
,
and
by
my
trote
me
see
cleane
torough
me
.
Me
ang
so
drye
,
me
put
a
cold
plattre
at
my
backe
,
and
my
back
melt
de
plattre
quite
,
do
so
burne
.
Pree
you
shew
mee
your
bed
Chambre
,
mee
will
be
secrete
constant
:
I
loue
you
vnreasonably
vell
,
vnreasonably
vell
by
gor
.
Mist.
Bra.
In
faith
you
make
me
blush
,
what
should
I
say
?
Moun.
Say
no
,
ang
take
it
:
Or
arke
you
one
ting
,
Say
neder
yea
nor
no
,
but
take
it
,
ang
say
noting
.
Mist.
Bra.
You
will
be
close
and
secret
?
Moun.
Secred
,
by
gor
as
secred
as
your
sowle
,
me
wil
tell
noting
,
possible
.
Mist.
Bra.
Well
Sir
,
if
it
please
you
to
see
my
Chamber
,
tis
at
your
seruice
.
Exit
Mist.
Brabant
.
Moun.
Hee
now
me
ang
braue
Mounsieur
,
by
gor
ang
me
had
know
dis
,
mee
woode
haue
eate
some
Potatos
,
or
Ringoe
:
but
vell
:
hee
.
Me
will
tanck
Metre
Brabant
vor
dis
,
by
gor
me
am
caught
in
heauen
blisse
.
Exit
Mounsieur
.
Enter
Camelia
and
Winifride
,
hanging
on
Planets
armes
.
Ca.
Oh
too
vnkind
,
why
doest
thou
scorne
my
loue
?
Shee
that
with
all
the
vehemence
of
speech
Hath
bene
pursued
,
and
kneeled
too
for
loue
,
Prostrates
her selfe
,
and
all
her
choycest
hopes
,
As
lowe
as
to
thy
feete
,
disdaine
me
not
,
To
scorne
a
Virgin
,
is
mans
odious
blot
.
Pla.
To
scorne
a
man
,
is
Virgins
odious
blot
.
Wert
thou
as
rich
as
is
the
Oceans
wombe
,
As
beautious
as
the
glorious
frame
of
heauen
,
Yet
would
I
loath
thee
worse
then
varnisht
skulles
,
Whose
ryuels
are
dawbd
vp
with
plaistering
painte
.
Came.
O
Rockie
spirit
.
Pla.
Breathe
not
in
vaine
,
I
hate
thy
flatterings
,
Detest
thy
purest
elegance
of
speech
,
Worse
then
I
do
the
Croaking
of
a
Toade
.
Wini.
Sweete
Gentleman
.
Pla.
Peace
you
Rebato
pinner
,
Poting-sticke
,
You
bribde
corrupters
of
affection
:
I
hate
you
both
,
by
heauen
I
hate
her
more
Then
I
do
loue
my selfe
.
Hence
packe
,
away
,
I'le
sooner
doate
vpon
a
bleare-eide
Witch
,
A
saplesse
Beldame
,
then
Ile
flatter
thee
.
Came.
Be
not
too
cruell
sweet
Planet
,
deare
relent
,
Compassionate
my
amorous
languishment
.
Pla.
Ha
,
ha
,
I
pree
thee
kneele
,
beg
,
blubber
,
Cry
,
Whilste
I
behold
thee
with
a
loathing
eye
:
And
laugh
to
see
thee
weepe
.
Came.
Looke
,
on
my
knees
I
creepe
,
Be
not
impenetrable
beautious
youth
,
But
smile
vpon
me
,
and
Ile
make
the
aire
Court
thy
choyce
eare
with
soft
delicious
sounds
.
Bring
forth
the
Violls
,
each
one
play
his
part
,
Musick's
the
quiuer
of
young
Cupids
dart
.
The
Song
with
the
Violls
.
Pla.
Out
Syren
,
peace
scritch-owle
,
hence
chattering
Pye
,
The
blackt
beakt
night
Crow
,
or
the
howling
Dog
,
Shall
be
more
gratious
then
thy
squeaking
voice
:
Go
sing
to
M.
Iohn
.
I
shall
be
blunt
If
thou
depart
not
,
hence
,
go
mourne
and
die
,
I
am
the
scourge
of
light
inconstancie
.
Exit
Camelia
and
Winifride
.
Thus
my
deare
Brabant
,
am
I
thy
reuenge
,
And
whip
her
for
the
peeuish
scorne
she
bare
To
thy
weake
yonger
birth
:
ô
that
the
soules
of
men
Were
temperate
like
mine
,
then
Natures
painte
Should
not
triumph
o're
our
infirmities
.
I
do
adore
with
infinit
respect
,
Weomen
whose
merit
issues
from
their
worth
Of
inward
graces
,
but
these
rotten
poasts
That
are
but
guilt
with
outward
garnishment
,
O
how
my
soule
abhorres
them
.
Yons
my
friend
,
Enter
Brabant
Iunior
.
I
will
conceale
what
I
for
him
haue
wrought
,
Nice
Iealousie
mistakes
a
friendly
part
:
Now
Brabant
wheres
thy
elder
brother
ha
?
What
hath
he
built
the
Iest
with
Mounsieur
yet
?
Bra.
Iu.
Faith
I
know
not
,
but
I
heard
he
left
the
French-man
with
his
wife
.
Pla.
Knew
she
thy
brothers
meaning
?
Bra.
Iu.
Not
a
whit
,
shee's
a
meere
straunger
to
this
merriment
.
Pla.
Hit
and
be
luckie
,
ô
that
twere
lawfull
now
To
pray
to
God
that
he
were
Cuckoled
.
Deare
Brabant
I
do
hate
these
bumbaste
wits
,
That
are
puft
vp
with
arrogant
conceit
Of
their
owne
worth
,
as
if
Omnipotence
Had
hoysed
them
to
such
vnequald
height
,
That
they
suruaide
our
spirits
with
an
eye
Only
create
to
censure
from
aboue
,
When
good
soules
they
do
nothing
but
reproue
.
See
where
a
Shallop
comes
.
How
now
,
what
newes
?
Enter
Winifride
,
and
whispers
with
Planet
.
Bra.
Iu.
What
might
this
meane
,
that
Winifrid
salutes
The
blunt
tongu'de
Planet
,
with
such
priuate
speech
?
See
with
what
vehemence
she
seemes
to
vrge
Some
priuate
matter
.
Planet
is
my
friend
,
And
yet
the
strongest
linke
of
friendship's
strainde
,
When
female
loue
puts
to
her
mightie
strength
.
Marke
,
Marke
,
she
offers
him
Camelias
scarfe
:
Now
on
my
life
tis
so
:
Planet
supplants
my
Loue
.
Pla.
Friend
I
must
leaue
thee
,
preethee
pardon
mee
,
Weele
meete
at
supper
soone
with
the
good
knight
.
Exeunt
Pla.
and
Winifride
.
Bra.
Iu.
I
,
I
,
content
:
ô
hell
to
my
delight
,
My
friend
will
murder
me
,
thin
Cobweb
Lawne
Burst
with
each
litle
breath
of
tempting
sweets
.
Winifride
speakes
from
within
.
She
intreats
you
M.
Planet
,
to
meete
Her
at
the
Crosse
stile
.
Bra.
Iu.
Ha
,
at
the
crosse
stile
,
well
I'le
meet
him
there
.
He
thats
persidious
to
me
in
my
loue
,
Confusion
take
him
,
and
his
bloud
be
spilt
Without
confusion
to
the
murderer
.
Exit
Brabant
.
ACTVS
QVINTVS
.
Enter
Bra.
Iu.
and
his
Page
,
charging
a
Pistoll
.
Bra.
Iu.
So
loade
it
soundly
,
murders
great
with
me
,
Goe
Boy
,
discharge
it
,
euen
in
Planets
brest
,
Shoot
him
quite
through
,
&
through
,
thou
canst
not
sin
To
murder
him
,
that
murdered
his
deare
friend
With
damned
breach
of
friendship
,
when
he
is
slaine
Bring
me
his
Cloake
and
Hat
,
here
I
will
stay
To
be
imbrac'de
in
steed
of
Planet
:
goe
,
away
.
Exit
Boy
.
I
had
rather
die
with
blood
vpon
my
head
,
Shame
and
reproach
clogging
my
heauie
houre
,
Then
t'haue
my
friend
still
wounding
of
my
soule
With
reprobate
Apostacisme
in
loue
.
O
this
Sophisticate
friendship
,
that
dissolues
With
euery
heate
of
Fancie
,
let
it
melt
Euen
in
Hells
Forge
.
Harke
,
the
Pistoll
is
discharg'de
,
The
Act
of
gory
murder
is
performd'e
.
Haue
mercie
heauen
:
ô
my
soule
is
rent
Enter
the
Page
.
With
Planets
wound
.
Come
Boy
the
Hat
and
Cloake
,
Go
poste
to
Scotland
,
there
are
crownes
for
thee
,
Leaue
Brabant
vnto
death
,
and
obloquie
.
Exit
Page
.
Why
now
the
vlcerous
swelling
of
my
hate
Is
broken
forth
:
Oh
that
these
womens
beauties
,
This
Natures
witchcraft
,
should
inchaunt
our
soules
So
infinitely
vnrecouerable
,
That
Hell
,
death
,
shame
,
eternall
infamy
,
Cannot
reclaime
our
desperate
resolues
,
But
we
will
on
spight
of
damnation
.
Enter
Camelia
and
Winifride
.
Come
ye
poore
garments
of
my
murdered
friend
,
Mourne
that
you
are
compeld
to
hide
his
limbes
That
slew
you
Maister
.
See
Camelia
comes
,
I'le
stand
thus
muffled
and
deceiue
her
sight
,
When
loue
makes
head
,
friendship
is
put
to
flight
.
Came.
Persist
not
still
,
ô
thou
relentlesse
youth
To
scorne
my
loue
:
what
tho
I
scorn'd
thy
friend
,
Do
not
vpbrayd
me
still
with
hating
him
,
Do
not
still
view
me
with
a
loathing
eye
.
For
Brabants
sake
,
do
you
but
loue
me
sweet
,
And
Ile
not
scorne
him
.
Why
shouldst
be
so
nice
In
keeping
lawes
of
friendship
?
didst
thou
e're
heare
Of
any
soule
that
held
a
friend
more
deare
,
Then
a
faire
woman
?
Bra.
Iu.
O
the
sting
of
death
,
how
hath
Brabant
err'd
?
Hence
thou
vile
wombe
of
my
damnation
,
Oh
thou
wrong'd
spirit
of
my
murdred
friend
,
Thou
guiltlesse
,
spotlesse
,
pure
Immaculate
,
Behold
this
arme
thrusting
swift
vengeance
Into
the
Trunck
of
a
curst
damnde
wretch
.
He
drawes
his
Rapier
.
Wini.
Heele
spoile
himselfe
,
lets
run
&
call
for
helpe
.
Exit
Camel
.
and
Wini.
Bra.
Iu.
Now
haue
I
roome
for
murder
,
this
vaste
place
,
Hush'd
silence
,
and
dumb
sollitude
,
are
fit
To
be
obseruers
of
my
Tragedie
.
Planet
accept
the
smoake
of
reeking
bloud
To
expiate
thy
murder
.
Friend
I
come
,
Weele
troope
together
to
Elizium
.
Enter
Sir
Edward
,
Camelia
,
Winifride
,
Ellis
,
Brabant
Sig.
Twedle
,
Drum
,
and
others
.
Sir
Ed.
Hold
hairbrainde
youth
,
what
mischiefe
maddes
thy
thoughts
?
Bra.
Iu.
Forbeare
good
knight
,
you
neuer
sinn'd
so
deepe
,
As
in
detaining
this
iust
vengeance
To
light
vpon
me
,
but
know
I
will
die
,
I
haue
infring'de
the
lawes
of
God
and
Man
,
In
sheading
of
my
Planets
guiltles
blood
,
Who
I
supposde
corryuald
me
in
loue
Of
that
Camelia
,
but
iniuriously
:
And
therefore
gentle
knight
,
let
mine
owne
hand
Be
mine
owne
hangman
.
Bra.
Sig.
Brother
I'le
get
you
pardon
,
feare
it
not
.
Bra.
Iu.
You'le
get
my
pardon
,
brother
pardon
mee
,
You
shall
not
,
for
Ile
die
in
spight
of
thee
.
Sir
Ed.
I
am
turnde
wilde
in
wonder
of
this
act
.
Enter
Planet
and
the
Page
.
Pla.
Come
Brabant
come
,
giue
me
my
Cloak
&
Hat
,
The
euenings
rawe
and
danke
,
I
shall
take
cold
.
How
now
?
turnd
mad
,
why
star'st
thou
on
me
thus
?
Giue
me
my
Cloake
.
Hart
is
the
youth
distraught
?
Bra.
Iu.
Ha
,
doest
thou
breathe
,
lets
see
where
is
thy
wound
?
Pla.
Doest
breathe
,
my
wounde
,
what
doest
thou
meane
by
this
?
Page
.
Gentlemen
I
can
direct
you
forth
This
Laborinth
of
intricate
misdoubts
,
My
M.
will'd
me
kill
that
Gentleman
,
Now
I
thought
he
was
mad
in
putting
me
To
such
an
enterprise
,
and
therefore
sooth'd
him
vp
,
With
I
sir
,
yes
sir
,
and
so
sir
,
at
each
word
,
Whilste
he
would
show
me
how
to
hold
the
Dagge
,
To
drawe
the
Cock
,
to
charge
,
and
set
the
flint
,
Meane
time
I
had
the
wit
to
thinke
him
madde
,
And
therefore
went
,
and
as
he
will'd
me
shot
,
Which
he
God
knows
,
thought
pearc'd
his
deer
friends
hart
,
Then
went
&
borrowed
that
same
Hat
&
cloake
Of
M.
Planet
,
brought
them
to
my
Maister
,
And
so
.
Pla.
No
more
,
no
more
,
knight
I
wil
make
thee
smile
When
I
discourse
how
much
my
friend
hath
err'd
.
Sir
Ed.
I
will
dissolue
and
melt
my
soule
to night
,
In
influent
laughter
.
Come
'
my
Iocund
spirit
Presageth
some
vnhopte
for
happinesse
:
Wee'l
crowne
this
euening
with
triumphant
ioy
,
Ile
sup
vpon
this
Greene
,
heer's
roome
enough
To
drawe
a
liberall
breath
,
and
laugh
aloud
:
Drum
fetch
the
Table
:
Twedle
scoure
your
Pipe
,
For
my
old
bones
will
haue
a
Rownd
to night
.
Now
by
my
troth
and
I
had
thought
ont
too
,
I
would
haue
had
a
play
:
I faith
I
would
.
I
sawe
the
Children
of
Powles
last
night
,
And
troth
they
pleasde
mee
prettie
,
prettie
well
,
The
Apes
in
time
will
do
it
hansomely
.
Pla.
I faith
I
like
the
Audience
that
frequenteth
there
With
much
applause
:
A
man
shall
not
be
choakte
With
the
stench
of
Garlicke
,
nor
be
pasted
To
the
barmy
Iacket
of
a
Beer-brewer
.
Bra.
Iu.
Tis
a
good
gentle
Audience
,
and
I
hope
the
Boyes
Will
come
one
day
into
the
Court
of
requests
.
Bra.
Sig.
I
and
they
had
good
Playes
,
but
they
produce
Such
mustie
fopperies
of
antiquitie
,
And
do
not
sute
the
humorous
ages
backs
With
cloathes
in
fashion
.
Pla.
Well
Brabant
well
,
you
will
be
censuring
still
,
There
lyes
a
Iest
in
steep
will
whip
you
fort't
.
Sir
Ed.
Gallants
I
haue
no
iudgement
in
these
things
,
But
will
it
please
you
sit
?
Camelia
Call
these
same
Gentlemen
vnto
thee
wench
:
O
there
with
thee
my
Katherine
was
wont
To
sit
with
gracefull
presence
,
well
let't
passe
:
Fetch
me
a
Cup
of
Sacke
.
Come
Gallants
sit
,
M.
Brabant
,
M.
Planet
,
I
pray
you
sit
.
Young
M.
Brabant
,
and
Gods
pretious
M.
Iohn
,
Sit
all
,
and
consecrate
this
night
to
mirth
.
Heere
is
old
Neds
place
:
Come
,
sound
Musicke
there
,
What
Gallants
haue
you
ne're
a
Page
can
entertaine
This
pleasing
time
with
some
French
brawle
or
Song
?
What
shall
we
haue
a
Galliard
?
troth
tis
well
.
A
Galliard
.
Good
Boy
I faith
,
I
would
thou
hadst
more
roome
.
Enter
Katherine
.
Ka.
Once
more
the
gratious
heauens
haue
renewd
My
wasted
hopes
,
once
more
a
blessed
chaunce
Hath
fetcht
againe
my
spirit
from
the
sownd
And
languishing
dispaire
of
happinesse
.
A
skilfull
Beldame
with
the
Iuice
of
hearbes
Hath
curde
my
face
,
and
kild
the
venoms
power
,
And
now
if
Pasquil
liue
and
loue
me
still
,
Heauen
is
bounteous
to
poore
Katherine
.
Yon
suppes
my
Father
,
but
my
Ned's
not
there
I
feare
,
and
yet
I
know
not
what
I
feare
.
Sir
Ed.
Gallants
I
drinke
this
to
Ned
Pasquils
health
.
Pla.
I faith
Ile
pledge
him
,
would
he
had
his
wits
.
Sir
Ed.
And
I
my
daughter
.
Fill
me
one
Cup
more
:
No
griefe
so
potent
,
but
neat
sparkling
wine
Can
conquere
him
:
Oh
this
is
Iuice
diuine
.
Ka.
Would
he
had
his
wits
.
Oh
what
a
numming
feare
Strikes
a
cold
palsey
through
my
trembling
blood
.
Enter
Pasquil
madde
.
Pas.
Vertue
shall
burst
ope
the
Iron
gates
of
Hell
,
Ile
not
be
coop'd
vp
,
roome
for
Phaeton
.
Lame
pollicy
how
canst
thou
goe
vpright
?
O
Lust
,
staine
not
sweet
Loue
.
Fie
be
not
lost
Vpon
the
surge
of
vulgar
humours
.
You
Idiot
Riuet
my
Armor
,
and
Caparison
,
A
mightie
Centaure
,
for
Ile
run
at
Tilt
,
And
tumble
downe
y
on
Giant
in
the
dust
.
Sit
gentle
Iudges
of
great
Radamant
,
Let
not
Proserpine
rule
thee
.
Oh
shee's
dead
.
Now
thou
art
right
Eacus
,
I
appeale
to
thee
,
Haue
pittie
on
a
wretches
miserie
.
Sir
Ed.
I
am
quite
sunck
with
griefe
,
what
shall
we
do
To
get
recouery
of
his
wittes
againe
?
Bra.
Iu.
Let
Musicke
sound
,
for
I
haue
often
heard
It
hath
such
sweet
agreement
with
our
soules
,
That
it
corrects
vaine
humours
,
and
recalls
His
stragling
fancies
to
faire
vnion
.
Pla.
Why
the
soule
of
man
is
nought
but
simphonies
,
A
sound
of
disagreeing
parts
,
yet
faire
vnite
By
heauens
hand
,
diuine
by
reasons
light
.
Sir
Ed.
Sound
Musicke
,
then
pray
God
it
take
effect
.
The
Musickes
soundes
,
and
Pasquils
Eye
is
fixt
vpon
Catherine
.
Bra.
Iu.
Mark
with
what
passion
he
sucks
vp
the
sweets
Of
this
fame
delicate
harmonious
breath
.
Pla.
Obserue
him
well
,
me thinkes
his
eye
is
fixt
Vpon
some
obiect
that
seemes
to
attract
His
verie
soule
forth
with
astonishment
Marke
with
what
vehemence
his
thoughts
do
speake
Euen
in
his
eies
,
some
creature
stands
farre
off
,
That
hath
intranc'te
him
with
a
pleasing
sight
.
Pas.
Amazement
,
wonder
,
stiffe
astonishment
,
Stare
and
stand
gazing
on
this
miracle
,
Perfection
,
of
what e're
a
humane
thought
Can
reach
with
his
discoursiue
faculties
,
Thou
whose
sweet
presence
purifies
my
sence
,
And
doest
create
a
second
soule
in
me
,
Deare
Katherine
,
the
life
of
Pasquils
hopes
.
Ka.
Deare
Pasquil
,
the
life
of
Katherines
hopes
.
Pas.
Once
more
let
me
imbrace
the
constant's
one
That
e're
was
tearmde
her
Sexe
perfection
.
Kathe.
Once
more
let
me
be
valued
worth
his
loue
,
In
decking
of
whose
soule
,
the
graces
stroue
.
Pas.
Spight
hath
outspent
it selfe
,
and
thus
at
last
,
Both
speake
.
We
clip
with
ioyful
arme
each
others
wast
.
Sir
Ed.
O
pardon
me
thou
dread
omnipotence
,
I
thought
thou
couldst
not
thus
haue
blessed
me
.
O
thou
hast
deaw'd
my
gray
haires
with
thy
loue
,
And
made
my
old
heart
sprout
with
fertill
ioy
.
Kathe.
Forget
deare
father
,
that
my
act
hath
wrongd
The
quiet
of
your
age
.
Sir
Ed.
No
more
,
no
more
,
I
know
what
thou
wold'st
say
Daughter
,
there's
nothing
but
saluation
,
Could
come
vnto
my
heart
more
gratious
Then
is
the
sight
of
my
deare
Katherine
.
Sonne
Pasquill
now
,
for
thou
shalt
be
my
sonne
,
What
frolicke
gentle
youth
.
Pas.
Is
Mamon
heere
?
Drum.
Oh
Sir
,
M.
Mamon
is
in
a
Citie
of
Iurye
,
called
Bethlem
,
Alias
plaine
Bedlame
:
the
price
of
whips
is
mightily
risen
since
his
braine
was
pitifully
ouertumbled
,
they
are
so
fast
spent
vpon
his
shoulders
.
Pas.
Oh
sacred
heauens
,
how
iust
is
thy
reuenge
?
Sir
Ed.
Why
?
did
he
cast
you
in
the
laborinth
Of
these
straunge
crosses
?
Pas.
Yes
honor'd
knight
,
which
in
more
priuate
place
And
fitter
time
,
I
will
disclose
at
large
.
Came.
Faith
Sister
,
as
I
am
your
elder
borne
,
So
will
I
match
before
or
with
you
sure
,
Young
M.
Brabant
?
Bra.
By
this
light
not
I
.
Came.
Honest
M.
Ellis
?
Ellis
.
No
indeed
law
,
not
I
,
I
do
not
vse
to
marrie
:
For
euen
as
blacke
patches
are
worne
,
Some
for
pride
,
some
to
stay
the
Rhewme
,
and
Some
to
hide
the
scab
,
euen
so
Iohn
Ellis
Scorne
her
,
that
hath
scorned
him
.
Came.
Vertuous
Maister
Planet
.
Pla.
Errant
wandring
starre
we
shall
nere
agree
.
Ca.
M.
Brabant
,
M.
Planet
,
M.
Ellis
,
faith
Ile
haue
any
.
Sir
Ed.
But
no bodie
will
haue
thee
,
this
is
the
plague
of
light
inconstancie
.
Go
Twedle
,
bid
the
Butler
broach
fresh
wine
,
Set
vp
waxe
lights
,
and
furnish
new
the
boords
,
Knocke
downe
a
score
of
Beefes
,
Inuite
my
neighbors
straight
,
And
make
my
Dressers
grone
with
waight
of
meate
.
M.
Ellis
,
pray
you
let
vs
heare
your
high
Dutch
Song
,
You
are
admired
for
it
:
Good
lets
heare
it
.
El.
I
do
not
vse
to
sing
,
and
yet
euen
as
when
the
skie
falls
we
shall
haue
Larkes
,
euen
so
when
my
voice
riseth
,
you
shall
haue
a
Song
.
He
singeth
,
holding
a
Bowle
of
drinke
in
his
hand
.
The
Song
.
GIue
vs
once
a
drinke
,
for
an
the
blacke
Bowle
,
Sing
gentle
Butler
balley
moy
,
For
an
the
blacke
bowle
.
Sing
gentle
Butler
balley
moy
.
Giue
vs
once
some
drinke
,
for
an
the
pinte
Potte
,
Sing
gentle
Butler
balley
moy
,
the
pinte
potte
,
For
an
the
blacke
bowle
.
Sing
gentle
Butler
balley
moy
.
Giue
vs
once
a
drinke
,
for
an
the
quart
Potte
,
Sing
gentle
Butler
bally
moy
,
the
quart
,
the
pinte
Pot
,
For
an
the
blacke
bowle
.
Sing
gentle
Butler
bally
moy
.
Giue
vs
once
some
drinke
,
for
an
the
pottle
Potte
,
Sing
gentle
Butler
bally
moy
,
the
pottle
,
the
quart
,
the
pint
pot
,
For
an
the
blacke
bowle
.
Sing
gentle
Butler
bally
moy
.
Giue
vs
once
a
drinke
,
for
an
the
gallan
Potte
,
Sing
gentle
Butler
bally
moy
,
the
gallan
,
the
pottle
,
the
quart
,
the
pinte
potte
,
For
an
the
blacke
bowle
.
Sing
gentle
Butler
bally
moy
.
Giue
vs
once
a
drinke
for
an
the
Firkin
,
Sing
gentle
Butler
bally
moy
,
the
Firkin
,
the
gallan
,
the
pottle
,
the
quart
,
the
pinte
potte
,
For
an
the
blacke
bowle
.
Sing
gentle
Butler
bally
moy
.
Giue
vs
once
a
drinke
for
an
the
Kilderkin
,
Sing
gentle
Butler
bally
moy
,
the
Kilderkin
,
the
Firkin
,
the
gallan
,
the
pottle
,
the
quart
,
the
pinte
potte
,
For
and
the
blacke
bowle
.
Sing
gentle
Butler
bally
moy
.
Giue
vs
once
some
drinke
for
an
the
Barrell
,
Sing
gentle
Butler
bally
moy
,
the
Barrel
,
the
Kilderkin
,
the
Firkin
,
the
gallan
,
the
pottle
,
the
quart
,
the
pinte
potte
,
For
an
the
blacke
bowle
.
Sing
gentle
Butler
bally
moy
.
Giue
vs
once
some
drinke
for
an
the
Hoggeshead
,
Sing
gentle
Butler
bally
moy
,
the
Hoggeshead
,
the
Barrell
,
the
Kilkerkin
,
the
Firkin
,
the
gallan
,
the
pottle
,
the
quart
,
the
pinte
pot
,
For
an
the
blacke
bowle
.
Sing
gentle
Butler
bally
moy
.
Giue
vs
once
a
drinke
for
an
the
But
,
Sing
gentle
Butler
bally
moy
,
the
But
,
the
Hoggeshead
,
the
Barrel
,
the
Kilderkin
,
the
Firkin
,
the
gallan
,
the
pottle
,
the
quart
,
the
pinte
potte
,
For
an
the
blacke
bowle
.
Sing
gentle
Butler
bally
moy
.
Giue
vs
once
some
drink
for
an
the
Pipe
,
Sing
gentle
Butler
bally
moy
,
the
Pipe
,
the
But
,
the
Hogeshead
,
the
Barrel
,
the
Kilderkin
,
the
Firkin
,
the
gallan
,
the
pottle
,
the
quart
,
the
pinte
pot
,
For
an
the
blacke
bowle
.
Sing
gentle
Butler
bally
moy
.
Giue
vs
once
some
drinke
for
an
the
Tunne
,
Sing
gentle
Butler
bally
moy
,
the
Tunne
,
the
Pipe
,
the
But
,
the
the
Hoggeshead
,
the
Barrell
,
the
Kilderkin
,
the
Firkin
,
the
gallan
,
the
pottle
,
the
quart
,
the
pint
pot
,
For
an
the
black
bowle
.
Sing
gentle
Butler
bally
moy
.
Sir.
Ed.
Well
done
,
I faith
twas
chaunted
merrily
:
What
my
Gallants
,
nere
a
tickeling
Iest
To
make
vs
sowne
with
mirth
ere
we
goe
in
?
Bra.
Sig.
Faith
Gent.
I
ha
brewed
such
a
strong
headed
Iest
Will
make
you
drunk
,
and
reele
with
laughter
:
You
know
Mounsieur
Iohn
fo
de
king
?
Sir.
Ed.
Very
well
,
he
read
French
to
my
daughters
.
Bra.
Sig.
I
to
gull
the
Foole
,
haue
brought
him
to
my
wife
,
as
to
a
loose
lasciuious
Curtezan
,
she
being
a
meer
straunger
to
the
Iest
,
and
there
some
three
houres
ago
left
him
:
but
I
am
sure
shee
hath
so
cudgeld
him
with
quicke
sharpe
Iests
,
and
so
batterd
him
with
a
volley
of
her
wit
,
as
indeed
she
is
exceeding
wittie
,
and
admirable
chaste
,
that
in
my
conscience
heele
neuer
dare
to
court
women
more
.
Would
to
God
he
were
returnd
.
Enter
Mounsieur
.
Sir.
Ed.
See
euen
on
your
wish
hee's
come
.
Moun.
Iesu
preserue
you
sweet
Metre
Brabant
,
by
gor
de
most
delicat
plumpe
vench
dat
euer
mee
tuche
:
mee
am
your
slaue
,
your
peasaunt
;
by
gor
a
votre
seruice
whil'ste
I
liue
vor
dis
.
Bra.
Sig.
He
would
perswade
you
now
that
he
toucht
her
,
with
an
immodest
hand
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Moun.
Tuch
her
,
by
Gor
mee
tuch
her
,
and
tuch
her
,
and
mee
tuch
her
,
mee
nere
tuch
such
a
venche
,
de
finea
foote
,
de
cleanest
legge
,
de
sleekest
skin
:
and
mee
tell
e
sure
token
,
shee
hath
de
finest
little
varte
you
knowe
veare
:
hee
by
Gor
mee
nere
tuch
such
a
vench
.
Sir
Ed.
Pray
God
hee
haue
not
brew'd
a
headie
Iest
indeed
.
Bra.
Sig.
Why
faith
Gentlemen
I
am
Cuckolde
,
by
this
light
I
am
.
Moun.
By
gor
mee
no
knowe
,
you
tell
a
mee
twas
a
Curtezan
,
prey
you
pardon
mee
,
by
my
trote
,
me
teche
you
French
to
t'end
of
de
vorlde
.
Pla.
Come
heer's
thy
Cap
of
Maintenance
,
the
Coronet
Of
Cuckolds
.
Nay
you
shall
weare
it
,
or
weare
My
Rapier
in
your
gutts
by
heauen
.
Why
doest
thou
not
well
deserue
to
be
thus
vsde
?
Why
should'st
thou
take
felicitie
to
gull
Good
honest
soules
,
and
in
thy
arrogance
And
glorious
ostentation
of
thy
wit
,
Thinke
God
infused
all
perfection
Into
thy
soule
alone
,
and
made
the
rest
For
thee
to
laugh
at
?
Now
you
Censurer
Be
the
ridiculous
subiect
of
our
mirth
.
Why
Foole
,
the
power
of
Creation
Is
still
Omnipotent
,
and
there's
no
man
that
breathes
So
valiant
,
learned
,
wittie
,
or
so
wise
,
But
it
can
equall
him
out
of
the
same
mould
.
Wherein
the
first
was
form'd
.
Then
leaue
proud
scorne
,
And
honest
selfe
made
Cuckold
,
weare
the
horne
.
Bra.
Sig.
Weare
the
horne
?
I
,
spite
of
all
your
teethe
Ile
weare
this
Crowne
,
and
triumph
in
this
horne
.
Sir
Ed.
Why
faith
tis
valorously
spoke
faire
Sir
,
Weel
solemnise
your
Coronation
With
royall
pompe
.
Now
Gentlemen
prepare
A
liberall
spirit
to
entertaine
a
Ieast
,
VVhere
free
light
Iocund
mirth
shall
be
enthroand
VVith
sumptuous
state
.
Now
Musicke
beat
the
aire
,
Intrance
our
thoughts
with
your
harmonious
sounds
,
Our
Fortune
laughes
,
and
all
content
abounds
.
Exeunt
omnes
.
FINIS
.